#debbie ocean x lou miller x reader

[lotties-ashwagandha]

I'm not sure if you are taking requests for Ocean's 8. If you are, could I request Debbie X reader X Lou. Where both of them have a crush on reader . Who is younger , Daphne always flirts with reader the most and they get along , she's tech smart . So a combo of bad ass daredevil minx and tech smart . Or whatever you'd like, sorry if it's silly :)

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pairing: lou miller x reader x debbie ocean

word count: 1275

notes and warnings: only note i have is that debbie and lou are in an established relationship w each other in this but not with reader,, but i feel like that’s kinda implied originally!! i loved this request but kinda hate what i wrote i was in a writing slump oops (also i didn’t proofread this)

You unlocked your phone, forcing yourself to at least pay half-attention to the conversation being held in front of you by the rest of the group.

“How long do you think it will take?” Someone asked, and briefly you glanced up before turning back to your phone.

“Three months,” Debbie answered from a few feet away, “two, if we can get a head start on getting into the security system.”

“I’ve got it,” you said absent-mindedly, maneuvering through passwords on your phone. You’d slunk back into a corner, noticing when another hour had passed since the last time you’d checked, desperate to make sure everything was okay.

You would never admit it to anyone, for it would sound extremely creepy, but you’d hacked into Lou’s phone and were tracking her — she had gone to meet a new potential recruit for the next heist, and none of you had known much about the girl you were trying to hire, other than that she was quite proficient with weapons and fighting. You wanted to make sure Lou got home safe, especially since none of the other women working on the heist with you seemed even relatively concerned about Lou’s whereabouts, even Debbie.

You let out a sigh of relief upon finding that the location of her phone was home.

Just for good measure, you began to hack into her home security system. You knew it was a bit much, but if you could just check the cameras and make sure her car was there, you would know that everything was fine.

“Hey,” you heard, and looked up to find Debbie looming over you. Glancing around you realized that everyone else was packing up to go home. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I’m just checking on my car, it’s being repaired.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Debbie asked, and you knew she could see right through you.

“An engine thing.”

“How’d you drive it all the way here to Tammy’s, then?”

You paused. At a complete loss for words you attempted to move away, but she stepped in front of you.

“What’s going on?” She asked, stepping forward, “and don’t lie to me.”

You couldn’t very well tell her that you were looking through the security cameras of her and her wife’s home.

You sighed, relenting, preparing yourself for whatever her reaction would be. “Alright, you really want to know?” You turned your phone for her to see. “I hacked into your security cameras.”

Debbie raised her eyebrows, smirking. “Oh? And why did you do that?”

“No one seemed very concerned about Lou meeting the new girl, so I just wanted to make sure she got home okay.”

“You couldn’t have texted her?”

“I didn’t want to seem invasive. Creepy.”

“So hacking into our home security isn’t creepy?” Debbie challenged, though you could hear the slight amusement in her tone.

You didn’t have any idea how to respond to that. “Sorry,” you said quietly, embarrassment rising in your chest.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just a bit disappointed that it’s only Lou you’re watching.”

“I never said that,” you corrected with a small smile, and she nodded.

“You’re really fucking weird.”

“Ok, James Bond.”

She scoffed. “I’m much more sexy than James Bond.”

“I know,” you agreed, and though her expression stayed set in stone, you knew your agreement had caught her attention.

“Come over tomorrow,” Debbie said abruptly. “You want to know if everything’s fine. Come see for yourself.”

“What time?”

“Whenever you want.”

You nodded, shifting slightly in your stance as her gaze became more intense. “I’ll be there.”

She didn’t give you a response, only dug her keys out of her purse and left smugly, flashing you a glance as if she’d won an unspoken competition.

—

You arrived the next day just after noon. All morning you’d been dying to see Lou and Debbie, but every time you’d picked up your keys to leave you had made up some excuse of why you needed another half hour, until eventually you had swallowed your excuses and had forced yourself into the car. You were terrified in the best way, enamored with the two women so completely that every interaction you had seemed like the coming of rapture.

You knocked on the door to the theater. It felt like an eternity before Lou approached and let you in, and as you stepped into their home you felt an overwhelming aura of comfort, and a great amount of your nerves melted away. You realized how terribly deeply you loved the both of them, Lou and Debbie, that you could simply be in their presence and all of your worries would melt away.

“We were starting to think you wouldn’t make it,” Lou said, her tone light as she led you into the living room.

“I wouldn’t have missed seeing you.”

“I’m glad,” she answered, continuing into the kitchen. She came back after with a bottle of wine and three glasses, opening it and beginning to pour drinks. “Debbie should be down in a few minutes.”

As if on cue, you heard footsteps as someone descended the stairs, and after a moment Debbie appeared, angelic in every stride, picturesque in the way she sat down on the sofa across from you with such nonchalance.

Your gaze flickered over to Lou, and you noticed that she, too, had been captivated for a moment. The ghost of a smile lingered on her lips as she sat in the armchair next to the sofa.

Feeling unspeakably awkward as the only one still standing, you sat down next to Debbie on the sofa, taking a sip of your wine.

“I stole that from Tammy’s,” Debbie said with a small smile, gesturing to the wine. “I doubt she’ll miss it, with all the shit she has packed in her house.”

“Good call with stealing it,” you said, “Tammy’s the biggest wine snob I’ve ever met, though then again there’s Daphne, and she won’t drink anything unless she thinks the label is pretty.”

“You spend a lot of time with Daphne,” said Lou, her tone completely neutral.

“We’ve known each other for a long time.”

“Seems like it.”

“What does that mean?” You asked, noticing the edge to her tone. You smirked, your gaze flickering between them. “What, you think I’m into Daphne?”

“Aren’t you?”

“She never leaves your side,” Debbie agreed, setting her wine on the table.

“Daphne’s beautiful,” you said, “but I’ve never had my sights set on her.”

“She certainly has hers set on you.”

“I’m not sure I understand why the two of you are so concerned with who I may or may not be seeing,” you criticized. “If you’ve called me all the way out here just to—”

You were cut off by Debbie’s lips connecting with yours, her hand having found its way to your jaw. You were overcome completely by her, only her, entirely bliss.

She was the first to pull away, analyzing your features for any indication of your reaction.

In a silent reassurance you pulled her in again, letting yourself be enveloped once more in the tenderness of her touch.

All at once Lou was on your other side, sitting against the armrest of the sofa. You extended a hand towards her, pulling her closer, and then it was not Debbie to overcome your senses but Lou, and finally you felt complete, at home in a way you had never before felt.

“If I’d known that being a bit of a stalker and hacking your security cameras would get me this,” you breathed after a minute, biting back a smile, “I would have done it a lot sooner.”

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[bi-lavelent]

Suggestions accepted

I will try and make everyone’s exceptions happen. If I have time. Although here is a list of shows that I have seen. 1.Big Bang Theory 2.Young Sheldon 3.Glee 4.Saved by the bell. 5.Marvle. 6.Fast and furious. 7. Oceans 8. 8. Greys anatomy 9.Private practice. 10. Station 19. 11. Arrowverse shows

12. Abbot elementary

also any actor or actress. My stories will try to be as unbiased as possible and will try to connect to everyone. But I am a closeted bisexual who is in a Christian family. So if I get caught I might never comeback I will be graduating in 2 years and will be able to post more. This is a welcoming community so any hate towards anyone will not be acceptable unless it’s a character that you are supposed to hate.

pls put suggestions in the comment section if you want it to be Anonymous message me. I’m not sure how the tagging works as I am new so til I do I will comment on your questions or send you a message as to when your story comes out.

I am okay with doing very little smut most of my stories will be fluff with minute steamy parts. I will do smut but not good smut

pls help a struggling creator out.

[milfp1lled]

Who I write for ⚢:

Succession Siobhan “Shiv” Roy

Abbot Elementary Melissa Schemmenti

The Parent Trap Chessy

Ocean’s 8 Lou Miller Debbie Ocean

Elementary Joan Watson

Ted Lasso Rebecca Welton

Everything Everywhere All At Once Joy Wang/Jobu Tupaki

Aubrey Plaza Characters Lenny Busker (Legion) Riley Johnson (Happiest Season)

Kathryn Hahn Characters Jen Barkley (Parks and Rec) Claire Debella (Glass Onion)

[blackacre13]

hii. I’m new here but I really love your writing so decided to leave a request! I don’t know if you write for x reader so if you don’t please ignore this. If you do here’s my request, I was wondering if you could write something where fem!reader have been in a relationship for a long time and Lou knows how bratty reader can get. So one day reader has just been being a brat all day for know reason and Lou and sick of it and punishes them?

Thank you so much ❤️ Check out this prompt below!

[suckerforcate]

Yuanfen

Pairing: Lou Miller×Reader, Tammy×Reader (sister)

Word count: 1.338

Summary: You are madly in love with Lou but you know that your sister would disapprove.

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"How's it going Miller?" You slowly approached Lou and winked at her. "Very good. But I'd appreciated it if you wouldn't flirt with me." She took her coffee and left you standing there like an Idiot. She's done that a few times lately. Normally she would always flirt back but she somehow stopped that.

"So you like older women, huh?"

You nearly choked on your drink when Debbie said that. You were choughing helplessly, it was actually kind of embarrassing. You wanted to keep it safe that you liked older women, just in general women, and Lou but thanks to your stupid reaction you couldn't deny it anymore. Debbie was cry-laughing besides you. You shot her a death glare and she quickly got you a glass of water and patted you on the back.

You two sat down on the couch and when your breathing was back to normal Debbie gave you a questioning look. You hesitated and she added:"Or maybe one certain older woman?".

You figured by now it didn't matter, the secret was already revealed and served on a plate for Debbie.

"Well, yes I in general like older women. It's just always been like that. They always attracted me more than women my age. I don't know why. And yes I might have a slight crush on Lou."

Debbie started laughing again, "A slight crush? Come on (Y/n) You are crazy for that woman." You raised your eyebrow and then you remembered the way she treated you lately.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore anyways."

"Why?"

"It's just, I don't know something is wrong with Lou. She's so cold to me lately. She doesn't flirt back anymore. She used to love that, it was our thing. Always flirting." Debbie looked at you understanding but before she could say anything more Tammy came down the stairs.

You tightly hugged Debbie and whispered something in her ear, so that Tammy couldn't hear it: "No word to my sister or I'll kill you!" With that you stood up and left.

You didn't want Tammy to find out, she's your older sister and has always been super protective over you. You loved her, of course. But you were old enough to make your own decision and take the consequences. You didn't need a nanny. Honestly it was quite annoying.

Later that day you were sitting in your room when you heard a knock. "Come in", you were sure it would be Debbie so you were quite surprised that Lou stepped in.

"Hey (Y/n), Debbie told me that we should maybe talk. So what's up?"

"Yeah, come in. You can sit down on the bed if you want." You pointed in that direction and put your phone away.

"So...I'm not quite sure how to say this. But I... Is something wrong? You’ve been so distant lately. That's not like you." You carefully looked up right at her and saw her looking...surprised.

"I didn't think you would notice that actually. I thought you probably didn't care." You raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"Lou, you were rather harsh with me. Of course I noticed. We always used to flirt and you just stopped. I really liked that and you." Your voice got quieter and quieter by the end. So quiet you didn't even think Lou heard you but when you looked up you saw her coming towards you. She kneeled down in front of you and took your hands in hers.

"Oh, Darling. I like you too. But come on, this can't work. Tammy would kill us both if she'd find out and she's probably right. I'm not good for you. You're so young still, you shouldn't be with a criminal. Also I'm way too old. Find someone young and beautiful and normal." She was surprised when you jumped up.

"I don't care, honestly why would I want someone normal? My sis is a criminal, all my best friends are criminals and I'm half one too. And I don't need my sister to protect me. I can take care of myself. Also find someone young and beautiful? Excuse me, you're the most beautiful woman ever. The age never mattered to me. I know that I like you. End of discussion." Lou slightly smiled. She stood up and came to you.

She gently took your face on her hands and pulled it towards her a bit. You closed your eyes and slowly felt her lips touching yours. It felt like heaven and you knew that that's everything you always wanted. Lou didn't need to know that you didn't just like her, but had a massive crush on her since you were like 12. Not yet at least.

Debbie knew directly. She saw you two coming out of your room after you talked and just smiled knowingly. If just Debbie was at home you didn't have to hide.

Originally the plan was to keep it that way but the two of you couldn't keep your hands off of each other. So eventually the others also found out. All of them except Tammy. If Tammy was there you all kept quite. You knew she had to find out some day, but you weren't keen on it.

One day, when everyone was there except for Tammy, who was bringing the kids to their dad, you all talked about how Lou and you got together. You still kept to yourself, that you liked her since you were 12 but you told them that you had liked her for some time.

"For some time? What do you mean by that?" Lou grinned at you and leaned over to kiss you. You still blushed, everytime she kissed you or flirted with you.

"Lou?! What are you doing with my sister?" You broke away from Lou, panic in your eyes. Tammy knew. She saw you. Shit. Suddenly confidence rushed over you. You were old enough, she didn't have to control you like that.

"We are dating." You looked at Tammy but you knew that everyone in the room was holding their breath.

Everyone loved Tammy, she was wonderful. But if it came to you, she could be quite scary. No one ever wanted to mess with her. Not even Debbie.

"No, your not."

"Yes, we are."

"I won't allow that. Couldn't you find someone normal? Not a criminal. Lou how could you?" Tammy approached Lou, you had never seen her this angry.

"How could she what? Love me, show me how beautiful I am every day, make me smile, make me happy? Do you really think I'm not old enough to decide who I date? I know you just want to protect me but you don't have to. I love Lou and I don't care that she's 20 years older or a criminal. You're a criminal. Debbie's a criminal. Hell, even I'm a criminal. If you didn't want me to be one, you shouldn't have let me grow up with them. I don't care if you'll allow it."  Everyone started at you now, not just Tammy.

"You love Lou?" You paniced. Did you say that? You had never said it before and you didn't plan on saying it in front of everyone in a fight with your sister.

"No...?" You looked at Lou, seeing her shocked face.

"You love me?" Didn't she know that? You thought it was pretty obvious.

"Of course I do. I did for ages. You're the most incredible person I have ever met. How could I have not fallen in love with you." You had never seen Lou cry before, until now. Well she didn't technically cry, but there were tears in her eyes. You kissed her. Softly. Your sister was still there.

"Ok, ok. I guess it's fine. But Lou," Tammy shot a warning glare at her, "if you'll ever hurt (Y/n) I'll kick your ass. Understood?" Lou nodded and gave you another kiss.

"Oh for gods sake, get a room. I still have to get used to this." Tammy wildly waved her hands at you two

[goodegrrrl]

Stitches

Pairing: Lou Miller x Debbie Ocean

Words: 1,748

Warnings: implied disordered eating

Taglist: @twistedpoeticjustice-blog, @billiedeansbitch, @isle-of-earle, @sweetestberryofthebunch, @angelxsarahp, @goodeday2u, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @cordeliass, @devotedtofictionalwomen, @max-the-d0g, @honeybeawhore, @talulahmae, @whiskeyxfluent, @stayevildarling, @paulsonsratched, @ahsfan05, @thedeconstructionist, @oh-mydarling

Let me know if you want to be added/removed 💕

Losing someone is always hard. It isn’t only the breakup itself, but everything that follows. It is waking up in the middle of the night, reaching for the one to hold your heart but being met with the cold sheets. It is the early hours of the morning when the usual good morning kiss never comes, leaving your lips cold and longing for a gentle touch. It is dragging yourself out of bed to make a cup of coffee and finding her favorite mug in the back of the cupboard. It is turning on the radio only to hear the song that reminds you of her wafting softly around the room.

Losing someone is always hard because it never just happens once. It happens every single day, in the discovery of the small things reminding you of her. It is not a single occasion, a single event with a starting and an ending point. Every day, it happens again by the disruptions in your routines, by glances at the pictures on the wall, by the sounds of her favorite birds chirping outside to ring in the new day. Losing someone doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over again every single day.

*

Lou was restless. She had been tossing and turning in her bed for the last few hours. It felt empty, too big for her. Ever since Debbie left she had not been able to sleep. Every night was spent thinking about the love she had lost.

It was still dark outside when she decided that she would not been able to sleep. The clock struck 3am but she was wide awake - her thoughts running circles.

She could hear a few dogs barking in the distance.

Lou slowly got out of bed, her limbs sore. Ever since Debbie left she had spent her days doing nothing, mostly lying in bed. She couldn’t focus on anything. Couldn’t remember the last time she had ate. The last time she had talked. The last time she had been outside.

Never in a million years would she have thought that Debbie would leave her. The life they had build together.

But she had.

The whole apartment felt empty. When Lou entered the open spaced living area she remembered why she never left the bedroom. Everything reminded her of Debbie.

The walls were lined with pictures of them together - pictures that told tales of happier times. Times when they had been madly in love. Times when they were invincible.

Lou took one off the wall and let her fingers run over it. Her favorite. The picture showed them gazing lovingly at each other while Lou’s palm gently cradled Debbie’s cheek. She was smiling sheepishly. Lou remembered this day vividly. It had been taken at Tammy’s New Year’s party just six months ago.

Six months ago. She had been so happy back then. She had always been happy when she was with Debbie.

A lone tear ran down her cheek.

She put the photograph down and went to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of bourbon that she had left on the counter.

The burning in her throat reminded her that she was still there. Still alive. Still breathing. Still feeling.

Her throat constricted. She felt like she couldn’t breathe anymore. Desperate not to cry, she took another large gulp. And another.

Her tears ran down her porcelain cheeks quietly.

Lou let out a laugh. She couldn’t believe what she had turned into.

She used to be so confident. So fierce. Oozing with confidence and wit. Now she wasn’t even sure if she could string together a whole sentence.

Her gaze landed on the other side of the room. Wobbling legs carried her to the large mirror that was leaned against the brick wall. She almost didn’t recognize herself.

She had always been slim, but now she was scary thin. Her layered clothes weren’t much use in hiding that. It was so clear just from looking at her cheekbones and the ghostly look of her hands.

She figured that once the soul is so thin, the body just follows. She didn’t love herself anymore. Didn’t care about herself anymore. There was no need for her to take care of herself.

Her musings were disrupted by a key being used to open the front door.

And then her icy blue eyes met the soft brown ones of Debbie.

Lou wanted to run to her but her legs wouldn’t move. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. For a moment she was wondering if she had died in her sleep and had ascended to heaven where pain did not exist.

“Lou.”, Debbie’s voice brought her back to reality and suddenly she was standing in front of her.

“I am so sorry. Lou. Please.”, Lou could feel the warmth of Debbie’s hands on her shoulders seep into her. She smiled.

“Debbie. What are you doing here?”, she couldn’t really focus. Her mind was clouded from the bourbon that she could still taste on her tongue. She felt like she was floating, but looking down she saw that her feet were firmly standing on the ground.

“I made a mistake. I am so sorry. God, Lou. When was the last time you ate something?”, she whispered as tears were running down her rosy cheeks.

“I don’t remember.”, Lou’s voice barely above a whisper. Her head was suddenly killing her. It felt like tiny needles were poking her skin. She felt nauseous.

Debbie too felt nauseous. Seeing Lou like this - so fragile and drained of all the poise she usually carried - made her heart break into a million little pieces. Her head was spinning, guilt roaring within her like thunder during a heavy storm.

She could feel Lou softly swaying from side to side, so she tightened the grip on her slender shoulders. She was afraid she’d break underneath her touch.

“Lou. Baby.”, she spoke softly, “let me get you to bed. We can talk in the morning. You need to rest. To sleep.”

Lou just nodded. The aching in her head got worse by the minute and she couldn’t stand for much longer. Without realizing, she leaned into Debbie. Her head coming to rest upon her shoulder.

Debbie wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again. Her soul was being split open at the sight of Lou. She tenderly scooped her up into her arms, worried by the lightness of her body.

Slowly she carried her to the bedroom and eased her down on the bed.

“Don’t leave me. Please.”, Lou whispered. She felt ashamed by her neediness but couldn’t bring herself to really care. She had nothing to lose and all she wanted was Debbie there with her. She wanted Debbie to take away her pain.

“I’m not leaving. I promise.”, Debbie laid down next to Lou and opened her arms. When Lou scooted closer and rested her head in the crook of her neck, she finally felt whole again. Her arms wrapped around Lou’s frame as she placed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I’m not leaving you ever again. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making up forever leaving in the first place.”

Lou answered by trying to get even closer to Debbie before sleep overtook her.

*

The next time she woke, Lou felt like she had been hit by truck. Her whole body ached and her head was throbbing. She slowly opened her eyes only to find Debbie right in front of her, running her fingers through her hair.

“Good morning, baby.”, her voice was raspy from sleep but to Lou, it was the prettiest sound.

Debbie turned and she immediately missed the contact. She was relieved when she handed her a glass of water along with some painkillers.

“Here you go, Rocky.”, Debbie whispered as to not irritate Lou’s aching throbbing headache.

She gladly put the pills in her mouth before she downed the glass of water. Her hands were shaking.

Debbie gently took the glass from her and laid back down next to Lou. Her hands found their way back into her hair to continue to work through the knots.

“Close your eyes, baby. You need to rest.”, she tenderly spoke.

Lou realized that it was still dark outside, so she closed her eyes again as Debbie’s soft touches lulled her back to sleep.

*

As the first rays of sunshine flooded through the windows, Lou woke up again. The apartment was cast over by the golden light of morning hour. She turned around and was met with Debbie’s soft smile.

“Hi.”, she whispered, scared, that she would spook Debbie if she talked to loudly.

“Hi.”, a soft whisper.

“Are you real?”, Lou was hesitant. For all she knew she could be hallucinating. It had happened before, even if not as vividly.

“I am. I realized that I couldn’t live without you.”, Debbie cupped her cheek with her palm. When her thumb softly rang across the soft skin underneath her eyes, Lou realized that she was softly crying.

“Why did you come back?”, she dared to say as she focused to keep her breathing steady, “I thought you never wanted to see me again.”

“I know I made a mistake. And I know you can’t forgive me right away, but please. I want to be with you. And once you’re stronger, we can talk about everything.”, Debbie’s eyes were focused on her.

Lou just nodded before burrowing her face on Debbie’s chest, focusing on her heartbeat. She could feel the tears gathering in her eyes. Lou so desperately just wanted to forget that Debbie ever left, but she knew that it wasn’t that easy.

The pain she had felt, still felt, ran deep. Still, the only person she wanted around was Debbie. She was so confused.

The soft circles Debbie drew on her back soothed her. She took in a rattling breath.

“It’s okay to cry, Lou. It’s okay to not be okay.”, Debbie softly spoke as the placed a kiss in Lou’s wild hair.

Lou just nodded, holding on to Debbie with all the strength she could muster as she let the tears escape her icy blue eyes.

Debbie just held on tighter. She knew eventually they’d be okay. It would be a long journey, but the view from the top would be worth it.

Because in this life and in every other one, the only one that truly mattered… was Lou.

[sheloooveswomen]

only 6 more days - tammy x reader

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summary: pure fluff. lovey dovey long distance phone call with tam tam because you miss each other while she’s away on a heist.

includes: tammy x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, POV switches a lot from you to tammy, the rest of the crew of course.

warnings: none.

inspired by Safe in Her Arms Audio’s audio on youtube

4,336 words.

{ kitchen/bedroom/dining and living room from yours and tammy's house, tammy's bed/bathroom at Lou's warehouse (pretend it's night time tho obvi) }

TAMMY POV//

(altered conversation from the movie)

"They're here!" I shout running past Y/n into the dining room, "Coming!" I finish setting up the table before opening the door.

The blonde greets me first, "We brought vodka." I look to the bottles she has in each hand.

"I see that but most people say hello, Lou." I let them both in.

Y/n comes out, receiving the same greeting from Lou, before laughing and hugging my two friends, "Thank you! It's nice to finally meet you guys." she glances at the bottle label.

"Don't worry, it's not watered down. We brought the food stuff and bubbly." Debbie holds up the bottle in her hands.

"Well thanks, I'll go put this up for later." my girl replies with a kind smile.

"And I’ll put this on ice." I quickly go back to chat with my friends, "So how have y—"

"We've got a job." Lou states.

I sigh, "I am focusing on my family right now, I told you—"

"We got it all planned out." this time Debbie cuts me off.

"What? Do you want to go back to jail?" I whisper yell.

"Cmon, Tammy, you know we won't get caught! What do you think we are, a bunch of pussies?" Lou laughs.

"We saw the garage" Deb wiggles her eyebrows, "thought you retired?"

"I did." I cross my arms.

"Not as exciting as hijacking trucks that are smuggling dishwashers to Canada, huh?" Debbie smirks.

"Yeah, well, I don't do that anymore... so." I shrug.

"But you were so very good at it" she continues.

"Thank you." I avoid eye contact.

"So... what? Is everything in there is for personal use?" Lou asks.

"What do you want? I thought you were coming for a nice welcome back dinner."

Debbie shrugs, "We just wanna reconnect."

"Reconnect?" I repeat, unconvinced.

"Mhm." Debbie glances at Lou.

Lou agrees, “Yeah.”

"Reconnect." I narrow my eyes at her.

"Mhm, you're not bored out here are ya Tam Tam?" Debbie steps towards me.

"No? No. I'm not bored."

"Good."

"Why... would you ask that." my calves hit the couch and I sit down.

"Well, we need a fence." Deb sits on the chair across from me.

"Well, I told you I don't do that anymore. I'm out." I try to sit tall.

"It's a big job." Lou adds, snooping around the room.

I cut my eyes at her, "I don't care."

"Do you want me to tell you how big the job is?" Debbie draws my attention again.

"Wha- no. I really don't."

Deb smiles at an equally amused Lou, "I think I'm gonna tell her how big the job is." she looks towards the kitchen to make sure Y/n can't hear before whispering to me.

My jaw drops, "Are you kidding?"

"No." Deb and Lou smile.

"Dinners almost done! Sorry for the wait." Y/n calls out.

“No worries!” Lou replies.

"Thank you, sweetheart!" I call back still thinking about the money, "Thanks a lot." I whisper-yell to Debbie.

"She's real sweet" Deb smiles, "how do you explain all that crap to her?" she nods towards the garage.

"Y/n knows what I've done."

"And she stuck around?" Lou questions, sitting on the arm of Debbie’s chair.

"Girls love a criminal" Deb smiles up at her girlfriend.

"Yeah..." Lou grins.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah—"

"Can you guys not" I interrupt.

They both blush slightly before Debbie speaks, "So is that a yes?"

I run the outcomes through my head, "The kids will be fine. I'll tell them and their father I'm on a work trip. It depends on Y/n, it's hard enough when we're apart for my actual work as it is."

They laugh, but are kept from responding as my girl comes in with the food.

______________

Y/N POV// 

(mini recap from your POV)

The kids are at their dad's house which means Tammy has me playing hostess for her friends tonight.

Deb and Lou arrived a little late, no complaints, bearing gifts in the form of alcohol, negative amount of complaints.

"You alright, sweetie?" Tammy kisses the side of my head, and places the vodka down while I check the food.

"I'm great, babe. Go entertain. I know it's been a while since you've seen them" I smile, giving her a peck as I finish up.

After a while I notice they've gone quiet so I let them know dinner is almost ready.

They abruptly stop talking when I come in with the food.

Lou rubs her hands together then pulls out Debbie's chair, "Looks amazing."

They all share a look before sitting down.

__________________

TAMMY POV//

(( time skip / after dinner ))

Once they've left I go into the kitchen to see Y/n drying the dishes.

"How long is the job?" she asks without turning around.

My eyes widen, "I- How'd you know?"

"Intuition" she shrugs.

"Oh..." I smilie weakly even though she's not looking at me.

"That and the suspicious whispering mixed with their weird looks trying to figure out whether or not to bring it up in front of me."

"Oh" I force a laugh, scratching the back of my neck.

She dries her hands and turns to look at me, "How long?"

"About two months." I reply quietly, moving to help clean.

"What about the kids?"

"They can carry on with their normal schedule if that's alright with you, I'll just have to talk to their dad."

She nods, so I continue.

"We didn't discuss many of the details but we have to figure some other stuff beforehand. So we need to have a cushion of time before the event."

"Where?"

"Main job is in New York"

She nods again with her eyes trained on the floor, breaking my heart when her bottom lip pokes out a bit.

"I know, baby." I move to stand in front of her, rubbing up and down the side of her arms.

She leans her head on my shoulder, inhaling my perfume while I kiss her head repeatedly.

"I'll be back before you know it, I promise." I whisper.

"When do you leave?"

"A week."

"Right....okay.....this isn't like your usual stuff, Tammy. I don't know what I'd do if you got arrested. Jesus- two months?"

"I know baby, I know." she wraps her arms around my waist, her head fitting perfectly in the crook of my neck, "It'll go by quick, sweetheart, and I'll call you every—"

"Promise?" she leans back to meet my eyes.

I smile, "I cross my heart."

She pokes my chest, "You better not get caught" with a swift kiss, she heads upstairs for the night.

Laughing, I follow her to get ready for bed.

(( fast forward a little under 2 months ))

TAMMY POV//

mine 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩: hi hi hi <3

me: hello beautiful !!

mine 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩: I just got home so i'm gonna shower and i'll call you when i'm done if that works for you???

me: perfect!!! we're in for the night so whenever you're done is fine <3 _______________

So I just checked my phone for the hundredth time during the movie to see if she's done showering yet.

"Guys I think Tammy's whipped" Nine Ball laughs, eating her chips.

"You think?" Debbie laughs, "You should've seen her when we first told her."

Lou jumps in, mocking our conversation, "I'd love to, but it depends on Y/n. It's so hard when we're apart."

I glare at Lou, "Your girlfriend is with you, so you can't talk."

"She's got you there babe" Debbie pats Lou's back, "You are checking your phone like it's a bomb though, Tam Tam, but I get it." she adds sitting on Lou's lap.

Lou scoffs, "I get it, too! I may be taken but I do have eyes and Y/n is—" Deb smacks her on the back of her head.

I narrow my eyes at her, "Watch it—" I look to my phone seeing a picture of me and my girl light up the screen with a text asking if I can talk now.

I reply Absolutely and pick up when the call comes in, "Hold on a second, honey." that’s when a chorus of teasing begins.

Amita mimics me, “Honey!”

Daphne and Rose make loud kissy noises.

“Whipped.” Nine Ball repeats, eyes on her computer.

Constance winds her arm back and flicks her wrist like Indiana Jones with a “Whop-SHhhh” 

I flip them all off as I leave the room _______________

Y/N POV//

"Hi gorgeous!" 

"Hey, what happened there? You alright?" I ask, smiling at the sound of her voice.

Tammy lowers her voice, "I'm fine. We were in the other room watching tv so I'm just keeping my voice down. I don't want to be interruptive nor do I want to be eavesdropped on, so it'll just be a delightful asmr-ish conversation tonight. I hope you don't mind?" she laughs through her nose.

"Not at all baby, it's sexy when you whisper." I whisper back.

"Yeah? You don't sound so bad yourself" smirk evident in her voice, "you don't have to whisper though, sweetie, you can speak as loud as you want because I have the volume down so only I need to whisper. And I know it's like a natural human instinct to mirror the person—"

"Tam?"

"Yeah honey?"

"As much as I love this, why don't you just go to your room instead of the one right next to them? That way you can talk properly and I can see that face of yours."

Her voice returns to a normal volume, "...Why didn't I think of that... I might as well get ready for bed then, too."

We laugh as she climbs the stairs, slight blush on her cheeks as the facetime goes through.

"There's my girl" she smiles, now making me blush.

"I miss you!" I move to lay on my side as she sets the phone up in the bathroom, getting ready to take off her make up.

"I miss you more, my love! Don't get me wrong certain nights are fine, and I don't want you to worry about me. But obviously I think its- its only human nature that certain nights are tougher than others. That and I'm just really spoiled to usually have you daily!" she laughs.

I smile, just glad to hear and see her again.

"OH! So Constance was 'hyped', as she put it, to meet me. And I was 'hype' to meet her- and I was just so tired because I did not sleep at all, but when we went out she really just wanted to take pictures of everything—" she throws her head back as she laughs at whatever memory is playing in her head, “I had to remind her to only take pictures of things that can’t be used as evidence, obviously.”

"Can you send 'em Tam?"

She tosses the make up wipes, "Sure, hold on...also she knows I miss you so she wanted to give me something to share."

"That's when I went in for my undercover job"

"And when we were scoping out the venue. After two I was like 'hey that's enough'. But nope...there should be more coming."

"That last one was just before you called. But earlier this week she wanted to say 'hey look we are finally all together'" she continues to laugh.

I chuckle as the pictures come in.

"It was like 5:30 in the afternoon and after taking a few of me again, she handed the phone to a stranger and asked them to take some."

"No!" I laugh.

Her head pops back into frame, face wash on her cheeks, "Yes! She told us 'look tough' but we were all so exhausted. I still think they're cute, but I was just so tired, and my eyelids were horribly droopy. But they're still cute though" she smiles, "right?"

"Only you could look this good while being absolutely exhausted" I reply zooming in on the photos.

"Liar, but she's quite the photographer. Now you can put faces to the names. OH! One more...hold on, I know you'll like this one..."

"Hot damn." I bring the phone closer to my face.

Tammy laughs, drying her face and hands.

"I....am- I- I am at a loss for words. You gorgeous fucking human being."

She props her phone on the dresser and hangs her head to hide her blush, "I thought you’d appreciate it." she takes out her pajamas.

Tammy starts to undress and I start to sing, "Cause mama I'm in love with a criminal. So I can assume everything went alright?"

She stops to think for a moment, "Yeah? Yeah. You know, baby, it's been a really long time since I've done something like this but Debbie's not worried so that's a good sign. We just have to close some loose ends before we head home. So consider those a long distance gift." putting her dirty clothes in the laundry.

"How have you been doing otherwise, my love?" I ask.

"Ummmm" she pauses to put her shirt on (well actually it's mine), "I've been keeping busy but nights can be tricky. Really tricky but I'll tell you one thing, mornings? Mornings right now are the worst!"

"Why?" I smile as she throws her hair up in a ponytail.

"I'll be straight with you on that one, baby, because at least at night I can kinda, you know, I can distract myself to sleep." she puts her sweatpants on and climbs into bed. "I can think about the kids, or the good things that have happened otherwise during the day, or I've just gotten off the phone with you. I can just sort of entertain myself into dream world. Fantasize about, you know, anything I want in order to get my mind off the fact that I just broke the law and you're not here with me and it can be okay. There's plenty- there's plenty of things to fall asleep to in the world that won't make you crazy."

I hum in agreement.

"But mornings? Mornings make me nuts without you" she sighs, "just because...I don't- I ju- you and—"

"You must really hate them, you can't even talk about it."

She laughs at my teasing, "You and I both know that I'm not a morning person."

"You like being up but you don't like getting up" I confirm.

"Exactly! Ughhh, the best start to my day is waking up with you. Even when you're not trying I swear it just- to wake up next to you is just like a shot of endorphins. It is like sunshine in a bottle. I'm serious! I don't need coffee. I don't need anything. Just to look at you or to touch you...to kiss you..." she closes her eyes and smiles, "listen to you speak. Sometimes if you're feeling up to it you make me laugh...I can't think of a better way to start a day."

I roll onto my other side so its almost like she’s laying on her side of the bed, "You're making it really hard to be this far."

"I know baby" she grumbles, "but without you- that's honestly- well I have plenty of incentive and reason to get out of bed, I mean the quicker we do this the quicker I'm back home. Anyways, there's no reason to worry, if you were gonna worry though then that's where it's been really hard is mornings."

"I'm not gonna lie I have been sleeping on your side of the bed." I admit.

"Really? Ummm...how do I put this? Like a stalker I took some of your clothes, as I’m sure you noticed.” she holds the phone high above her head and gestures to her upper body, “I'll wear your sweatshirt to bed or I snuggle it like a teddy bear" she laughs, covering her reddening face with her hand.

"You are so cute." I smile.

She smiles back, "But I'm your stalker though....I don't know if it makes it sound better- it could sound better if I sold that delivery strongly? No, more softly" she starts to whisper, "I'm your stalker. Oh no! That sounds so much worse! I'm sorry, I take it back. I'm not- no I'm not your stalker. I just happen to love you a lot so I wear your sweater to sleep or I snuggle it." a yawn closes out her rambling.

There's a comfortable moment of silence as we look at each other through the screen. 

Just when I think she’s asleep she perks up. Her voice laced with exhaustion, "I think I'm kind of a you addict and so I just try to get my you hit even if it's just a watered down product of that sort- and this analogy is terrible— "

"Is this your sweet way of telling me that you've taken up drugs, Tam?" I ask.

"Very funny- speaking of terrible! Those cookies I told you I sent you: so I read online that sending baked goods was like a really great idea and that they would stay...preserved? But the more I think about it, baby, you can just toss em out. I think they're probably gonna arrive in a day or two."

"Why would I throw em out?" I ask.

"Oof, I don't know but it makes me nervous" she scrunches her nose, "I found this whole blog about this couple who has successfully done long distance for a very very long time because between the two of them and their jobs they're just constantly traveling. She has all these recommendations of things that work. In short, one of the things they've always loved to do for each other, because they love to cook together, is send each other baked goods or recipes of things they've recently learned to make. I thought it would be cute."

"That is cute, Tam!" I smile.

"But I'm worried about it now, just- just maybe gift one to a trash colleague first? If they survive then you can just proceed and if they don't...then just toss em."

"I'll keep that in mind"

"This is also what's happening to me without you, I'm getting a little dark." She giggles, "Um but I actually have been learning how to bake a little bit more. It's one of those things I used to do and then I just lost my sweet tooth. Probably around the time I met you actually. I lost my sweet tooth but it used to be bad, honey."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. All I ever wanted was sugar. Morning, noon, and night. If I had a choice? It was gonna be something sweet. Somehow that just changed and I just started craving savory foods more. So I just started cooking as opposed to baking. I remember baking was always really fun because it’s a really great gift for people that I love. You can fancify baked goods in a way that I'm not skilled enough in learning, but at least-” she looks past the phone, “No I'm just gonna head to bed!" she calls out.

"You're getting boring in old age, Tam Tam!" Debbie yells, probably on her way to bed.

"One: you’re older than me, two: we literally just committed a multi million dollar robbery! Am I not allowed to rest?!" she exclaims.

"Yeah yeah, tell your honey goodnight for us!" Lou adds.

Tammy turns back to the phone, "Why do I hang out with these people? They made me lose my train of thought..."

"You were talking about fancifying baked goods- I don't think that's a word, babe."

"Well we've made it one- OH! As I was saying: we can learn how to do anything, baby, but I have not yet learned how to fancify my cooking in the same way that I can pipe icing on a cake or cupcake or sprinkle colors through cookies and swirl em." her hand flails around in motions that match her words.

"Mmm, I know what you mean" I nod.

"Yeah, so I just feel like I know more artistic freedom in the world of baking, but I lost my incentive to bake when I lost my sweet tooth. So doing it again has been cathartic!"

"Im glad, baby." I smile at her excitement.

"Thank you, gorgeous. I’m gifting most of my baked goods more than I am keeping them for myself, though. It has still been therapeutic."

"I think any artistic expression especially during challenging times or lonely occasions is always gonna be healthy and helpful, Tam."

She hums in agreement, "Indeed, my love. It just comes with the territory of having someone to miss. So I'm not really mad at it."

"I'm glad"

"I am glad that you are glad. We know how good it is to be together and our bodies are gonna respond to that difference."

"I've been trying really really hard to manage and fill my time without you, here." I frown.

"Well I'll be back soon. I'm hoping to convince Debbie to let me work remote next time she needs my help. I know it's a bit far fetched but with the world being as globalized as it is now I'm hoping."

"You think you'll be able to do your part okay like that?"

"As far as location is concerned I'll always prefer home, but I don't think it would be an epic sacrifice for everyone. I'd just like to stay with my family and help them. Two birds with one stone, baby. Of course the only downside is you would see me get bent out of shape."

"My hot, mature, criminal fiancée getting all riled up...that does not sound like something I could sit and watch all day, at all. Not. At. All." I reply sarcastically.

She chuckles, a hand once again coming up to cover her blushing face, "Speaking of shape- you will soon have to see I am getting a little out of shape, and I know that doesn't faze you—"

"You are the finest woman I've ever seen I doubt that'll change." I shrug.

She smiles, "—but it fazes me because I just feel like- and I know you beg to differ on this so shush, but I just feel like you....how do I put this...your body confidence has yo-yoed like everybody else's but I just feel like you always look so good!"

"Lies!"

"Despite the way you feel about yourself I always think 'damn she is so beautiful'. Whether you're waking up in the morning or we're going to bed or you're just running errands. I always feel like you look stunning, and there's a piece of me that feels like 'this woman looks so good for me that I wanna look good for her' "

I shake my head, "You look stunning all the time Tam, you're insane and I completely disagree."

"Just because you disagree doesn't mean you're not doing a service for me. And I'd like to return the eye candy for you, too." she laughs.

"Eye candy?!” I sputter, “Baby have you seen you?"

"As I said: I'm a little embarrassed that I'm a little out of shape, so the next time you see me you need to be extra nice. Even if you have to lie. I'll let this one go." she smiles.

"I don't think I could ever not be attracted to you in every way possibly, my love."

"Yeah?" she asks.

"Of course baby, but I'm glad I can be of eye candy service." I roll my eyes.

"I know I've won the lottery when it comes to you. It is my pleasure to live the bittersweet symphony that is life with you."

"You made my milf dream come true" I laugh.

She grins, "Not to get dark here, again. I have wondered like 'oh my gosh if something horrible were to happen to you or if I were to lose you' that'd be it for dating."

"Tammy, men and women would flock to your front door for a chance."

"Nah, I'd rather settle for be single and relish in the fact that I had you. I don't want to make you uncomfy and put you on a pedestal, but I think it's important to acknowledge how compatible we are. I get you, baby. You get me. And I want you. And I love you. My protective instincts go crazy when I'm with you. Sure I miss you now, obviously, but I miss you when I go to the grocery store on occasion! We just firmly understand where we stand which is Mount Olympus, where we stand is— wait give me another great analogy- wait that's not an analogy—"

"You are so tired right now" I laugh.

"It is on the tip of my tongue- it's a metaphor! We've seen people go through the worst to make things work especially with distance. There's stress and mistrust- for them, but all we do is miss each other and that's that."

"I know what you mean. If it wasn't any clearer beforehand that is partially how I know for sure that I have my person. For some people distance is really the kiss of death." I shake my head.

She struggles to keep her eyes open, "Mhm, but the closer we get the harder it is to be away" she pouts, "And we can talk about anything! I can be myself with you and you like it!"

"I love it personally" I smile.

"See! I can tell you what we're up to, or if something that made me angry, or ask you about your work. Everything feels like quality time and quality discussion because I love your face and I love talking to you...I am so very enamored by you" she yawns, "and that's that."

“I think its time for bed”

“I think so also as well...”

I smile as she closes her eyes, "I love you Tammy"

"I love you, gorgeous.......I love the sound of your voice...I miss you..."

"I miss you more, baby..."

"Only six more days!" she adds.

"Six more days." I yawn as we both fall asleep.

[getlostsquidward]

Home for the Holidays

Lou Miller x fem!reader

Request: Reader and the rest of the gang team up to surprise Lou on Christmas after reader was away due to work for a few months. Fluffy! :D

A/N: this isnt christmassy as i would've wanted it, maybe bc i wasnt feeling it lmao and idk if this is fluffy enough 😭 but I hope you like it!!!

“Why don’t we just order some take-out?” Constance asked before stuffing her mouth with a burger.

“We’ve been feeding off of take-outs since forever, Connie. Don’t you want some real food in your stomach?” Nine-ball gave Constance her infamous side-eye, which made the woman put her hands up in retreat. She doesn’t win much against the hacker’s retorts.

Meanwhile, Rose helps Debbie put decorations in the Christmas tree as per your request. They hadn’t told Lou it was you who asked for it, they just let Lou wake up with Christmas decorations around the loft.

Lou watched the women roam around the loft from upstairs. Her arms were propped on the banisters, her tongue poking the insides of her cheeks as she zones out.

The loft hadn’t got this homely vibe since the gang – and you, have hung around often. It was weird at first but the feeling was welcome. The only thing missing right now is you.

Lou misses you so much.

She won’t say it out loud, but the women could tell because of her drastic mood changes a month after your work had required you to stay at a different location for six months. It was out of character for her, but you two haven’t been away for this long. How long has it been anyway?

Tammy had finished putting the lasagna in the oven. Looking up, she saw the Aussie lost in her thoughts and went up to her. She knows exactly what was going on in her mind.

“Hey, why don’t you pick up some items for me?” Tammy took the list from her pocket and handed it to Lou, “So you don’t ruin the mood. It’s very festive downstairs and then I see you here sulking.”

Lou groaned, taking the paper from the other blonde. “This is all alcohol. Why don’t we just go to the club after?”

Tammy looked so surprised at the question. “Uh- uhm wait. Let me ask them quick,” she scurried downstairs, going to where Debbie is. Tammy could have just shouted from where they are, why did they have to whisper? It’s like they don’t want Lou to hear what they were talking about.

Both women looked up to Lou. She raised an eyebrow at them, thinking what these nerds are up to. It took a while before they finished talking, as Debbie had to go outside to make some phone calls.

Lou is somehow irked out by the unusual behavior of her two friends, so she goes down to pry on whatever is going on. She was about to speak when the brunette walked in. “Club after dinner?” Debbie confirmed before going back to her previous activity.

–

The dinner went by, and they were prepping up to go to Lou’s club. While they were eating, she couldn’t help but miss you more. Lasagna was your favorite, and she could almost hear and see you dancing around the kitchen while making it. It also doesn’t help that you hadn’t made contact all day. Maybe the vodka could help.

–

You were just about to collect your luggage when your phone ringed. “Hey, Debs. What’s up?”

“Is it okay if we go to the club instead? Lou’s getting kinda suspicious, and well. You know how she gets.”

“No problem. I’ll just drop my things in the loft then go right ahead.”

“Great! See you later?”

“I’ll see you. Thanks, Debbie.”

You have been planning this for a week now. It isn’t much, just your hastily planned surprise appearance as your schedule had allowed you to be back a week earlier. Lou doesn’t have any idea that you’ll be back home today. The gang had helped to keep Lou busy, and all she knows is you’ll be back a day before New Year’s.

Change of plans.

–

Tammy, Debbie, Lou, and Nine-ball helped themselves for a drink first, while Constance and Rose have gone to mingle along with sweaty bodies on the dance floor.

Your girlfriend, the ever-generous club owner has placed herself behind the bar. She had served the women their drinks and done even the mundane wiping of glasses just to keep her mind off of you.

The three had engaged in a conversation, sometimes Lou chimes in but she can’t help but look at the entrance from time to time, imagining you would walk in. The door opened.

“Amita! Hey, girl!”

For such a small woman, Lou wonders how Constance's voice would always stand up in the crowd.

She sighed, slightly disappointed. Why does she keep waiting for you to turn up when you were on the other side of the world?

Lou’s head whipped at the door’s direction once again. And just like earlier, she had just disappointed herself even more.

The fashionably late Daphne went straight at the bar, kissing the ladies in the cheeks. “Hi, so sorry I’m late. We had to reshoot some scenes.”

Just as the actress sat down, Lou had already slid a drink in her front. “Oh, right. There’s someone looking for you, Lou.

“Who?”

“I think her name is April?” Daphne answered, shrugging.

What could April want this time? She thought they had left early. Lou excused herself and tried to find the girl in the sea of swaying bodies. However, she didn’t need to try too hard as April found her first.

“Hi, boss. I thought I saw you at the bar when you arrived with your friends,” April semi-yelled, so Lou can hear her above the music.

“Yeah, I was.”

“Then I thought you’d left because I heard your bike revving, but they said you never left. Just want to let you know.”

Somebody called April away, making it her cue to leave. Lou panicked and went off to where her bike was supposed to be parked. It wasn’t there.

The blonde cursed under her breath as she roams around to find it. There were bikes parked across the lot, but it wasn’t hers. She need not look closely, she’ll know hers from a mile away.

And there it was, along with whoever had the guts to steal her bike. Lou tries to make out their face under the streetlamp but they were wearing a helmet. She walked toward them, fuming.

When Lou was near enough, the bike thief spoke. “Took you long enough.”

Removing the helmet, you were mumbling about how bikers do not feel suffocated in the protective gear. Then you turned to your girlfriend with a sly grin, but she wipes it off as she pulled you for a kiss. It was a hungry and breathtaking one, Lou literally taking your breath away and making your knees buckle.

“Well, that’s a nice welcome home and a Christmas present. Do it again?” breathlessly, you asked.

Lou obliges, this time the kiss was much slower, more intimate. You feel her smile against your lips and you smiled in return.

Your lips part, pressing your forehead onto hers.

“Don’t ever leave me that long again.”

“Never.”

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

= Ocean's 8 =

Key:

Fluff- ❀

Angst- ♛

Smut- ✧

Dark- ✮

Lou Miller x Reader

I Missed You ✧

Y/N shows Lou how much he missed her

Debbie Ocean x Reader

Coming soon

Tammy x Reader

Coming soon

Daphne Kluger x Reader

I wouldn't forget a pretty face ❀

Daphne wouldn't forget a pretty face. Not even when that pretty face is "nobody"

[Main masterlist]

[dasy002]

MAIN MASTERLIST

AMERICAN HORROR STORY MASTERLIST

Wilhemina Venable

Cordelia Goode

Audrey Tindall

Sally McKenna

OCEAN'S 8 MASTERLIST

Debbie Ocean

Lou Miller

Tammy

MARVEL MASTERLIST

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

Morrigan

Emerie

Amren

GREY'S ANATOMY MASTERLIST

Meredith Grey

Addison Montgomery

Arizona Robbins

Callie Torres

Cristina Yang

ACTOR MASTERLIST

Sarah Paulson

Scarlett Johansson

Greek Goddesses

Artemide

[lotties-ashwagandha]

SHOW HER

kinktober day 9 — semi public sex w lou miller and debbie ocean — fem!reader

You loved seeing her like this. You know she was pissed, and it made you want to keep pushing until she snapped.

A woman had come up to you that night at Lou’s club. She’d sat down next to you when Debbie had gone to get you a drink, and when Debbie came back the silent war between the two of them had started, and possession of you was the goal.

You had no interest in the woman flirting with you — but it was so satisfying to see Debbie getting increasingly jealous. You knew all of the signs and she displayed every one of them. You knew Lou was around somewhere as well, and though you didn’t know where she was you knew that she knew everything that happened in her club, especially where you were concerned.

The woman beside you kept flirting, kept testing her luck, kept trying to touch you subtly. And you were getting slowly more tipsy, too, with the drinks she was buying you combined with the drinks Debbie was buying you.

Hands on your shoulders. You turned from where you sat at the bar and Lou was there, her hands sliding from your shoulders to your waist. She took in the situation, gaze flitting from you to Debbie to the woman beside you, and all at once she understood.

She pressed a kiss to your shoulder and any tension you were carrying released.

“Come on,” she whispered, and taking your hand she pulled you off the barstool. Debbie was close to follow, and soon the two of you were in the bathroom.

As soon as the door shut Lou was pushed against the door, Debbie pinning her against it and reaching over to lock it. Lou eyed her with a sort of subdued surprise — usually it was Debbie pinned, Lou in charge, but none of you were averse to the change.

“Took you long enough,” Debbie breathed, irritation obvious, jealousy staining her voice. “You should’ve seen the shit I had to put up with, sitting there waiting, while—”

Lou reversed their position effortlessly, pinning Debbie against the wall. “What, did you get jealous? Did you really think I would let that woman steal our girl?”

Debbie didn’t respond, her head tipping back against the door as Lou’s lips ghosted over her neck.

You wanted to help, you wanted to touch, but you knew you were in deep enough trouble as it was and moving at all from where you stood would only make it worse.

“If you think you can fuck her so much better than anyone else,” Lou said, speaking to Debbie but turning to look briefly at you, “then show us.”

Before you could register what was happening Debbie was pinning you against the bathroom sinks, her lips crashing into yours and her leg positioning between yours. You moaned against her mouth, gasping when her hand weaved into your hair and pulled so that your head snapped back and she gained access to your neck.

“So pretty,” she breathed, sucking bruises on your pulse point, and your breath hitched. “So gorgeous, and all mine.”

“Ours,” Lou rasped, coming up beside you and pulling you into a kiss while Debbie continued to work at your neck.

They flipped you over, bending you over the sinks. You moaned, eyes falling closed but opening when Debbie pulled your head up by your hair to make you look at her. You realized that this was why she hadn’t scared off the woman who had been flirting with you. She could have easily, but she didn’t because she wanted this, wanted to ruin you where everyone could see.

Breaking for a moment she leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Tell us to stop.”

“No,” you breathed, and satisfied she stood back up to her full height. She watched you in the mirror, her gaze meeting yours, and you shivered, eyes breaking away from her heavy stare.

“Who do you belong to?” Lou rasped, and you moaned breathily.

“You,” you said.

“Good girl,” Debbie cooed, and parting from you she adjusted her black dress.

You resisted a moan at the sight of her — for between her legs was your favorite strap, and you knew you were in for a long night.

[kj-1130]

Excuse Me!?

@me-goro here’s what you requested. i’m sorry this took so long i literally have the attention span of a squirrel😭😭

request: Would you be willing to write a ff with Debbie x Lou x reader? In which a clueless reader is suddenly involved in a heist without knowing and gets together with the two women.

This is just a little drabble bc i could not come up with shit

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     “I did what!?” 

     Debbie let out a sigh and rubbed her forehead. Lou sat beside you on the couch and hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder, not wanting you to freak out anymore. 

     “You were technically involved in the heist, even if it wasn’t to your knowledge, so you got a share,” the brunette explained slowly.

     You took a deep breath trying to process everything in your mind. 

     While you knew about the heist Debbie had been planning, you didn’t necessarily want to take part in it. You didn’t even have any special skills that would benefit them--at least what you knew of.

     Letting out a huff, you crossed your arms and leaned back into the sofa, switching your glare between Lou and Debbie.

     “How could you do this? How did you do this? You know what? I don’t even want to know. I can’t believe either of you; including me in this without even notifying me. This is complete utter bullsh--”

     You were cut off by Lou’s lips smashing onto yours. Immediately, your eyes fluttered shut as you melted in the sweet bliss of her.

     Debbie came up behind you and leaned over the back of the couch, pressing featherlight kisses across your shoulders. 

     You were quick to drop your arms from your chest and move them to the blonde’s shoulders, pulling her closer to you. 

     Her lips slotted between yours, leaving a faint taste of alcohol in their wake. After you released a groan in her mouth when Debbie reached a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, Lou slowly pulled away. The brunette soon followed. 

     Lou allowed a smirk to develop on her face as she saw your eyes still closed. 

     “Are we forgiven?” she whispered hoarsely.

     “Mhmm,” you hummed, still dazed. 

     “Good,” she replied.

     Both women returned to their previous positions and got back to it.

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[amerrierworld]

Our Baby

for the request @nawehl​: Lou x Debbie x reader, bondage and blindfolds with sub reader

Summary: Debbie and Lou decide your stresses need to be dealt with promptly. 

Characters: Lou x Debbie x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,129

Warnings: you guessed it, smut, sub!reader, bondage, blindfolds, collars, leashes :)

Somehow, getting constantly pampered by Lou and Debbie could get exhausting. Who would have thought there was actually a limit to how much adoration you could take? 

Today was one such day, a day where your two cons didn’t actually have any work to do. One joy about working illegally is they’re really not obligated to work full-time hours to live comfortably. With a couple millions in their pockets, why would they worry about working in the morning on a random day?

But you, however, did have pressing matters on hand. There were emails and things to check that you had to work on today, and though usually both your girlfriends would leave you alone, today was quite different.

To put it lightly, they were like a pair of consistent, annoying puppies who needed attention. It was easy at the moment, because Lou had gone out for a bit, and it was only Debbie you had to deal with. 

Debbie had sat down on the couch next to you, running a hand over your leg, asking a few curious questions. She seemed amused by how huffy you were being, until you finally pushed her arm away and snapped.

“I need to focus- this is not funny! I need to do this- I need-”

A sharp hand twisted your hair on the back of your head, and you were tugged back to look up at Debbie’s stormy eyes. She held you there, suspended, for five long seconds. Then your whole body relaxed and you leaned your head back, breathing deep.

“Good girl,” she whispered. You let out a whine from behind your teeth. She shut the laptop on the table, her hand loosened but not letting go.

“I think you need to relax, hm?” she asked. “You’ve been misbehaving far too much.”

“I have not-”

“Yes, you most definitely have.”

“I have work-”

“And it’s practically killing you. Computer away. Bed, now.”

You pouted, but knew better than to argue with her. But as you got up, Debbie decided to tug you back, pulling you into her lap and nudging your mouth open with her own.

“Relax.”

“I’m trying.” You squirmed, lightly kissing her back. She patted your hips.

“You’ll have to try a little harder. Otherwise I need to intervene.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and she grinned, looking up at you through her eyelashes. She then nodded her head for you to go up to the bedroom, and you hurried away.

As you walked away, Debbie took out her phone and texted Lou; take ur time getting home. she needs some help.. relaxing. better be ready when u get here. 

The only response Lou sent was a smirking emoji, and Debbie got up to hurry after you, ready to get all your attention.

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“FUCK! Debbie- i-it’s too much!”

You were spread out on the bed, limbs tied to each bedpost. Debbie hovered over you, nude save for her panties. You were the same, but she had shoved a vibrator under the fabric to stay and torture you. She had played with the settings to the point where you were sweaty and shaky from the orgasm denial.

“Not until Lou gets home.” She smirked as you tried to move your hips, tried to press your legs together. You stared at her, face gorgeously contorted in a look of anguished pleasure, and she leaned forward to push a knee between your legs, making the toy press tightly against your cunt and sending shockwaves along your spine. 

It seemed to last forever. Your body had submitted to Debbie the moment she pounced on you in the bed, thoughts of work completely gone from your head.

Then, finally, you heard the front door open. Debbie’s face lit up like a child’s, and she straightened out your panties, patting your tummy dotingly, making sure the toy was in place.

Then a long slip of silk was tied around your eyes. You could see streams of light and very faint shadows, but other than that, it was dark. You grumbled in the back of your throat, but that earned you a pinch on the inside of your thigh. You yelped in surprise.

“Don’t be so bratty, otherwise I won’t let you come at all.”

You bit your lip, and listened to the door open and close. But there were no voices, no moving around. You realized Debbie had left to go outside to Lou, leaving you stranded in bed with a toy pulsing against your clit. You cursed in your head, and squirmed in the restraints.

You needed more, this wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough. You needed Debbie’s hand in your hair, or Lou’s mouth on your clit- needed their mouths, their cooing words of praise when you were a good girl for them. Fuck, you were so desperate at this point, you’d do anything.

Then the door creaked open, and you stilled suddenly, but your chest was rising and falling rapidly, blood pounding in your ears.

“Oh my, this is a sight to come home to,” Lou’s voice was low, and your skin tingled at the timbre of it. 

“I needed to put her in her place. She needed to relax. Far too stressed. A bit too much of a brat today I think.”

Your hips rose and you whined, “sorry..”

“What was that?”

You bit your lip. “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm. You think she deserves her present?”

You perked up. A present? Knowing Lou, a present could be as delightful as it could be agonizing when it came to bedplay.

“We’ve made her wait long enough I think.” 

There was some shuffling and you were straddled by a pair of bare legs, and you recognized Lou’s musky scent. A cool hand laid on your throat and you gasped, making her purr.

“Good girl.”

Then she slowly, gently, leaned forward and wrapped something around your neck. Something thick and smooth that smelled of leather and metal. A collar.

Your body flushed at the feeling of Lou tightening it in place. Her hair brushed your face and you twisted your head, hoping to catch her lips with your own. You managed to peck the corner of her mouth, and she chuckled. 

“Eager?”

You nodded frantically. 

“Learned your lesson?”

You huffed, but whispered, “yes.”

“Finally up to play, then?”

You nodded, your hands clenching into fists. Then slowly, Lou pushed the blindfold up and over your head. You blinked, and your mouth went dry at the sight of her.

Lou was wearing a black leather corset that was decorated with clasps and buckles, and pushed up her chest in a lingerie-like fashion. Sheer black panties made her look like a sex goddess with smokey dark eyes and ruffled hair. She seemed delighted at your reaction.

Then Debbie came into sight, wearing flowery, mauve lingerie that was lacy and seductive with stockings, garter belts and straps of all sorts. You nearly lost your mind at the sight of them both. They were contrasting each other beautifully, and they seemed very keen on how you were watching them. 

“We really should have just put this on, Debs.” Lou cocked her head and watched your eyes traipse up and down both their forms. “She seems to be very attentive now.”

“Hm, good.”

Debbie took the silk blindfold from Lou, untied it and then proceeded to tie it in a knot around a buckle at the front of your collar, making it a leash. She tugged experimentally, and you gasped at the jerk, wondering if you could get even wetter than you already were.

The sudden revelation of your girlfriends and the leash made you nearly forget about the vibrator working diligently against your cunt, but you clenched your muscles and were reminded of its presence. 

Lou and Debbie seemed to have a plan or some agreement in mind, because they exchanged places wordlessly. Now Debbie sat on your middle, a little higher on your torso. She held a tight grip on the leash, not letting you move your head at all, making you watch her face. 

Then Lou made her way between your legs, and with some maneuvering and one leg over the other, you could feel her cunt dangerously close to your own and the toy. 

Your mouth dropped into a surprised ‘o’ face as Lou began pushing herself against you, a satisfied groan escaping her at the pressure and vibrations.

“Fuck, Debs... you really got her wet,” she muttered, one of her hands grabbing your leg, holding onto you as she began thrusting over the toy. The pressure on your receiving end felt like hot sparks of pleasure as she pushed the vibrator against your already sensitive clit.

Debbie kept your body taut and strained as Lou chased her release, growling with satisfaction as you laid back, eyes begging and pleading up at Debbie.

“C-Can I come now?” you whimpered. “Now that- now that Lou’s back?”

Debbie smiled, leaning forward, tugging your leash so you lifted your head just barely. She pressed a chaste kiss on your gasping mouth,

“Not until after Lou, baby,” she said softly. You groaned, head dropping back as she let you go. 

“Won’t be long though.” Lou let out a huff of a laugh, fingernails digging into your unmoving legs. You bit your lip, and Debbie swiped her thumb over it, coaxing you to open your mouth.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let it out. Does it feel good?”

“Fuck, yes!” you cried out. “God!”

“Not quite,” Lou replied cheekily. Her movements were jittery, speeding up, losing its rhythm. She was close.

And so were you. Their touches, their words, it made it very hard to try not to come all over the toy. 

A guttural groan, a stutter in her hips, and she fell over the edge with one final satisfied roll against you. And you thought- finally, finally, you can come-

And then Lou pulled the toy out from between your legs, and you nearly screamed in frustration at the loss of pleasure. Your skin was sweaty, slick, and you looked up at Debbie with pleading eyes. She smiled teasingly. But she passed the leash back to Lou, removed her panties, and sat on your face instead.

You whined at her smell filling every senses. Her hand soothed your hair and crinkled forehead, smiling, and gasping as you gave her soft kitten licks where she needed it the most.

“L-Lou,” she managed to push out a few words as you began to dig in and sped up your pace a little. “I think- she finally deserves it, hm?”

“It looks like it.”

“Good girl,” Debbie gasped, grabbing the headboard and rocking herself on your eager tongue. Then you felt the soft press of the vibrator back on your cunt, slick with your juices still, and Lou’s teasing fingers tapping along the inside of your thighs.

The more Debbie groaned and gasped, the more Lou turned up the speed and added pressure with the toy. You found it hard to focus like this, hard to finish your task at hand, your wrists and ankles sore from the restraints, Debbie surrounding you and your cunt on the verge of bursting with Lou’s ministrations. 

“A-almost there, baby,” Debbie gasped, slapping a hand against the headboard, muscles tensing. “Go on. If I come, you can too.”

You lifted your head slightly and pressed as hard as you could as she rocked her hips steadily, and then her head tipped back, and her whole body went rigid.  

At the same time, Lou pressed hard, rubbing the toy against you, adding to the overstimulation, and you felt shocks and pinpricks in every nerve along your body as you finally reached your climax. 

You weren’t sure if you blacked out or not, but when you came back to your senses, your restraints had been removed and Lou was in the process of taking off the colour, which turned out to be a lovely burgundy leather shade. 

Debbie ran a hand along your hairline, lifting your arm to kiss along the faint marks on your wrists from where you strained against the cuffs. 

“Are you back on earth yet?” Lou asked, running a hand along your waist. You sighed, bucked your hips weakly, and nodded. She smiled widely, and helped you shimmy out of your soaked panties. 

“Still stressed?” Debbie asked as she settled next to you on the bed. With a blush, you shook your head, making both women chuckle.

“Good.” She kissed you on the forehead. Lou came to drape herself over both your middles, resting her head on Debbie’s middle, acting like a blanket that was pulsing with post-sex heat. 

You couldn’t even remember what had made you stressed in the first place. How wonderful. 

[bernadettefoxs]

friends don’t kiss me like you do

summary: lou and debbie have to fight their feelings for each other while working/living together + one very jealous lou miller.

length: long (and gay) enough

warnings: extreme fluff!! and a little angst

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“Just leave it there, TamTam, Jesus.” Debbie spoke with an angry tone while Tammy was sitting at the other end of Lou’s couch, trying to fix Debbie’s heel that broke when she and Tammy ran home together after getting out of the cab on a rainy New York city night.

Debbie almost twisted her ankle stepping on a cobblestone and Tammy laughed, tugging her arm and helping Debbie steady herself, but one of her heels was now wrecked and the brunette was cursing under her breath, meeting an impatient Lou waiting for them by the door, whispering “what the fuck” when both women showed up looking like train wrecks, both a little drunk too. It was supposed to be a business dinner with one of Debbie’s old friends who worked at the bank, and it ended up with margaritas and endless vodka shots.

Lou was a bit hurt, not ever admitting that to anyone, that Debbie didn’t ask her to come with her, calling Tammy instead. Sure, Tammy was her best friend too, but she wasn’t Lou, and Lou wondered why not just ask her when Tammy had to leave four snotty kids at home and Lou was always just… there. She welcomed their drunk mess with tea and dry towels, and now she was watching the silly shatter from the kitchen as Debbie snatched the heel from Tammy’s hand with a giggle.

“Leave it to me, honey, I can do it.” Lou knew it was all part of the banter, but hearing someone else call Debbie those stupid pet names was one of the worst things she’d ever witnessed. It only made her wanna throw up, thinking she’d been somehow replaced by Tammy as the best friend, and maybe as something else too. And it hurt her even more that Tammy was her friend, and that now she was starting to act and think like an immature teenager. Put it together, Miller.

.

Lou was in love. She couldn’t deny it. As much as she really, really, truly wanted to. She and Debbie had decided on staying “just friends” until they could really work things out between them and also get the heist successfully done. But every time Lou let time pass carelessly she’d find herself attached to the brunette, physically, almost too many times.

It would either happen after Debbie had a rough day assembling new members for the team or after Lou didn’t have a good day at the club. They would always find comfort in each other after midnight when Lou was about to go to bed but Debbie always stopped her before the australian could even step into her bedroom.

It was 1am, Debbie was sure because she’d had dinner with Lou three hours ago when she came back from the club, and afterwards she texted Tammy good night, assuring her that she was okay and thanking her for the help with the banker guy the other day, “also, fuck you, I ruined one good pair of heels because you thought you were Usain Bolt in the rain.”

She heard Lou turn off the kitchen lights and knew the australian was headed to bed, and she suddenly lost interest in the cooking book she was reading. It was Lou’s and she wasn’t even so sure Lou herself actually ever read that thing ever, but it was something to kill her time.

“Lou? Can I sleep with you?” the whisper filled the silent living room. All the lights were out except for the yellow ray from the creepy skull lamp Lou had gotten as a gift from her brother Rusty, she put it on her coffee table at first not really knowing what to do with it and she would always find Debbie sitting by the corner of her couch, using the light to read in the dark. She liked to sit there because she could always see when Lou walked around the place.

Debbie’s eyes followed her like a flashlight and even after almost fifteen years of knowing that woman the effect the australian had on her was still the same. Lou didn’t change at all. Being in prison for five years, she missed seeing that on the daily, and to her surprise, the first night she spent with Lou felt like home again. She never got used to being without Lou. And Lou didn’t either.

It would all fade to black again when Debbie decided to distance herself from those feelings, from Lou. She couldn’t escape the fear of fucking things up with the most important person in her life, so she would pretend to look away when Lou looked at her with that look, wouldn’t go out with her even just to run some stupid errands when Lou asked her to, every moment did something to her and she couldn’t bear it anymore. She couldn’t bare being Lou’s sidekick, even if she knew she wasn’t just that to her.

“Can I?” she whispered again.

“You- uh-“ Lou looked her up and down, her body covered by the robe she hadn’t known the brunette borrowed from her. She smirked, thinking about how she too would often just grab some of Debbie’s clothes and not even give them back later.

“I know we’ve talked about it. It’s not that. I mean- I just can’t sleep. I’m probably reading this stupid book for the 20th time only because I can never fucking sleep. It’s hard, without…” Debbie’s eyes would start to get watery if she hadn’t known any better, feeling so vulnerable in front of her partner. But she felt grateful for Lou’s silly smile growing wider, and the pang of pity as well. Usually that would piss her off, make her feel like she was nothing, like people were always just trying to be nice to her out of politeness and not because they cared for her, but this was Lou. And she knew the truth whenever it came to Lou.

“Yes, c’mon. Leave the bloody book there.” Lou walked to where the brunette was sitting on the couch and helped her stand up, grabbing the book with her right hand and Debbie’s waist with the other. Debbie looked at her with guilt in her eyes.

“Lou, I…”

“Yeah?” she watched the blonde rub her eyes in a sleepy way before yawning and sticking out a hand to her in the most loving, Lou way possible.

“Nothing. Thank you.” she closed her brown cardigan tighter around her shivering body, taking Lou’s hand and walking upstairs to Lou’s room.

Lou let Debbie make herself at home as the brunette tucked herself in and waited for her on her side of the bed. Lou usually slept in the middle of the bed, but she didn’t mind this, at all. The room was a bit dark and had one big window that shone the night lights from the shore outside. Lou loved hearing the waves break inside her head and how the shadows coming from outside the window made living shadows on her walls, it always helped her fall asleep faster, but tonight she didn’t mind that either. This was one of those nights where Debbie was all she would think of. Touching her and having her scent all over her and the room, felt like she could stay like that forever, falling asleep in the brunette’s arms as she scared Debbie’s nightmares away.

She cuddled closer to her, feeling the Ocean sniff her neck as they held each other tight, and Lou covered both their bodies with the heavy white blankets.

“I think we forgot to turn off the lamp, Lou.” Debbie whispered as she felt the blonde run her fingers across her arms.

“What?” Lou glanced at her, confused, making Debbie flush at how cute her stupid little frown was.

“In the living room.”

“Oh. That’s okay, Debs. Just sleep, alright?” she kissed the crown of Debbie’s head and held her like that, letting Debbie get closer and closer. “And you never know, maybe Tam will wanna barge in in the middle of the night to try and fix your heel for you. She might need the light to see.”

“Lou.” Debbie warned, holding back a chuckle.

“Sorry. It’s true.” Lou laughed, turning her back to Debbie.

“Lou?” Debbie called again, almost too scared to speak up.

“Yeah, Debs?” she answered like a mother angry at her child, making them both laugh.

“I miss this.” Lou’s heart stopped, and she looked at those dark eyes facing her in the dark. She could barely see Debbie, but she knew every inch of that face and that woman even more than herself.

“You miss sleeping with me, Ocean? Well that’s fucking impossible because you’re always in my bed.” they shared a laugh and Debbie rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean, Lou.”

“I do.” Lou could feel her heart break inside her chest like never before. They both knew what they felt for each other, and how they’d left things between them before Debbie went to jail, and they hadn’t walked so far from that point after she got out. Five years later. They just knew it was still there, all of it. The painful silence, the electric touches, the desperate exchange of looks in a crowded room. The longing.

But they had agreed on staying like this for a while and that was the plan the had to stick with no matter what. No matter how much they wanted to go home together after a party with the team and just jump at each other with kisses and teeth, no matter how bad they were in love with each other in a way that nothing else could ever live rent free in their minds like each other.

“I miss… sleeping with you.” Lou smirked, covering her face with her arm.

“We really had it all didn’t we?” the australian whispered.

“We still can.” Debbie said, almost like a plead.

Lou shook her head, lying with her back facing the ceiling and her elbows supporting her weight.

“We couldn’t figure it out back then, Debs. What makes you think we could now?” Debbie cupped her face, bringing it impossibly close to hers.

“We were young, Lou. And stupid.”

“Yeah, well-“ the blonde scoffed, thinking about a 19 year old Debbie Ocean kissing her for the first time. “We still are. Stupid, at least.”

“I wanna be stupid together.” her voice came out broken, her hands finding Lou’s above her brown locks. Lou smiled.

“You do?”

“Yeah. I really fucking do. I can’t be just friends. I wanna kiss you all the time and every fucking day and I wanna be able to tell people that I’m yours and you’re min-“

Lou’s lips met hers with a calm pace, both in a way of saying “please shut the fuck up” and “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

“I wanna be stupid together, too.” Lou whispered, kissing her again, and again, and again, and again, until they were both finally deep asleep.

[blackacre13]

Hi! We missed you ❤️

Sending you all the good vibes for your health and hoping whatever it is gets fixed soon. And I would be honored to be a beta reader for your literal grocery list so please do keep me posted on that regard ☺️

Thank you so much, friend!❤️❤️

Yes! I will definitely let you and anyone else interested know. Hoping later this spring/early summer! My goal is to start querying this fall👀☺️I know y’all will help hold me accountable.

Can’t wait for everyone to meet Charlie and their mystery lady//Sloane and Willow👀👀👀🤐🤐🤐

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Requests Open

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So I guess I finally caved and decided to make a side blog to post my writing on and I wanted to open up for requests cause why not.

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• Incest

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