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blackacre13 · 6 months
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I saw you like well-developed, researched, authentic sapphic historical fiction (such as Carol) and I've just gotta ask you: have you heard of Burn the House Down by Kenna Jenkins? It's an alternate history novel abt the 1st woman president in 1945 and her secret interracial sapphic relationship and her bearded marriage with her mlm best friend/biggest foil. It also has a subplot about arson at the White House, ft. an entirely queer main cast and really fleshed out characters, and has a really satisfying ending!
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I haven’t! But I am going to add it to my TBR immediately. Definitely sounds up my alley, so thank you friend!
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blackacre13 · 6 months
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hiii will you still be going to continue the Bird Box AU???
Yes!! Have a few requests queued up for more, so absolutely stay tuned!
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blackacre13 · 6 months
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can you please continue the teacher/student au?
Part 39 is here: Part FORTY below!
“Well,” a deep voice laughed on the line. “It’s not a date night so this isn’t about the best spot for a whiskey and you refuse to take my advice on women so what do I owe the pleasure?”
Lou raised an eyebrow, but she was grinning. The brunette swatted her, but Lou had already caught sight of her blushing cheeks.
“Danny,” she hissed, through gritted teeth. “I need your help.”
“So you’ve called the superior Ocean. I’m afraid I’ll need to hear you—“
“Cut the shit,” Debbie sighed, looking at Lou with eyes full of worry. “I need your help. I need my big brother.”
“I can be at your place in twenty.”
“I fucked up,” Debbie whispered, falling against the blonde as Lou cradled her, combing through her hair. “He can ruin my life, but I won’t let him ruin hers.”
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Siblings were fascinating to Lou. Especially when you could observe them at once. And entertaining, when you only knew one of them and had to take that one’s word when they described the one who you didn’t know.
The only things that Lou knew about Danny Ocean included the fact that he was attached to the hip to someone she thought Debbie had called Rusty? But that couldn’t be correct for a grown ass man. She also knew that Debbie’s initial date with her, that allegedly hadn’t truly been a date at all, but a TA welcome dinner, and the drink recommendation had also come from the older sibling. And now as Debbie opened the front door to let him in, the older Ocean immediately scooping her into a bear hug, him shooting a wink over his sister’s head at Lou, she could see his hair and eyes matched Debbie’s.
She expected Debbie to push him off with an eye-roll and a mention of getting back to business, but she clung to her brother, savoring the embrace for a long time until he spoke over her head.
“She’s not usually much of a higher,” he smirked, but he kissed her forehead before he let her go, just in time for Debbie to smack his shoulder and call him an oaf. “So this is the famous Ms. Miller. Sorry Debs has you under her spell, kid.”
Lou wasn’t sure how to respond, but Debbie was closing the door and rushing to her side immediately as if she had to defend the blonde’s honor, her hand sliding into Lou’s.
“You can cut the big brother teasing shit. This is bad,” Debbie sighed. “And whatever cradle robbing, does she call you professor in bed shit you’re planning on spewing, you can just skip. I meant it. This is big. And Lou—Lou is—“
“I know, Strawdebby,” Danny smiled, ruffling her hair before he took a seat in Debbie’s arm chair, carefully moving the stack of graded papers that currently sat there in a heap and placing them on the coffee table.
Lou tucked the nickname away for later.
“And it really is a pleasure to meet you, Lou. Sorry you got dragged into all this Becker shit when you should be partying and having fun every night. Best years of your life, right?” Danny grinned.
Debbie was pulling Lou towards the couch, sorry evident on her face.
“You think Dr. Ocean lets her TA have fun every night?” Lou grinned. She immediately regretted calling her Dr. Ocean. It was just habit when it came to separating their professional and personal relationship. But Debbie had already hinted at the name/power dynamic jokes and she didn’t want Debbie to think she was giving Danny permission to crack jokes at either of their expenses.
Regardless, he didn’t take the bait. He knew the stakes were too high.
“Tell everything,” he said instead, his face sincere. Lou and Debbie went over their history over the past few months. From Lou’s first class to her interview to her welcome dinner and beyond. Thankfully, leaving out any details that a big brother would find unsavory and would absolutely make Lou turn purple.
Debbie was practically shaking by the time they were done, and wordlessly, Lou swept her closer, letting her rest her head on Lou’s shoulder as Lou traced circles with her finger on the brunette’s slacks.
“You love her,” Danny spoke softly. It wasn’t a tease. In fact, it looked like awe and pride.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Debbie rolled her eyes. But her guard was down. Especially with Lou cradling her for support.
“Hold onto this one, Deb,” Danny smiled, his eyes traveling over to Lou. She supposed he wasn’t used to seeing Debbie this vulnerable or soft. “She’s good for you.”
“That’s the plan, Danny,” she sighed. “That’s why I need you. All the Claude bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about tenure or career or my courseload—“
“Debs,” Lou protested softly, but she waved the thought away.
“This is about her. Protecting her future,” Debbie whispered. “I love her.”
“I love you,” Debbie spoke turning to the blonde. “I hope you know I do. But as much as I love you and I love us, nothing is worth jeopardizing your future.”
Lou wanted to say that Debbie was her future. Because she was. But she also knew that both of them wanted her to keep pursuing her dreams. She knew Debbie wanted the world for her.
“Don’t even get me started about this Becker prick,” Danny grumbled. “I knew he was trouble from the start.”
“Well, what’s done is done,” Debbie hissed. “I hate that he’s a part of my history and that there’s only so much I can control in the present. But I’ll be damned if he destroys Lou’s future.”
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blackacre13 · 7 months
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I'm obsessed with your proposal AU - could you write a part 7?
Part 15 is here: Part 16 below!!
“Tell us, Bee. I’m sure your grandma wants to hear everything.  Was it love at first sight?”
“Not exactly,” Debbie admitted.
“I’ll give Rusty that,” Grandma Ida smiled, grabbing Lou’s hands. “I must know how you proposed, Lou, my dear. I mean, I assume it was you? I apologize if that’s not how it works. I love my dear Deborah, I just can’t quite imagine our little Debbie taking it upon herself to ask and since she has the ring I just—I’ll stop before I put my foot in my mouth. But please, do tell us.”
“Go ahead, baby,” Debbie smiled wickedly. “I know how much you love telling it. And with such vivid detail too. You’re in for a treat, grandma!”
“We’ll see,” Dennis grumbled, looking at Lou with squints eyes before he threw back the rest of his drink.
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Lou shot Debbie a not-so-subtle death glare and Debbie knew it was because Lou was now regretting saying no to Debbie when Debbie had suggested running through how to respond to certain scenarios. Like how they got engaged. You know, especially since they were now at their apparent engagement party where everyone was desperate to know how Lou had popped the question.
Debbie had to admit that she liked watching the blonde squirm under the attention. Lou never got shaken. Even the typical celebrity who came through their halls set on making demands of one Lou Miller was quickly silenced with a mere look or raised eyebrow. Lou called the shots. She did things her way. And they could nod and say thank you or go anywhere else. She was good. More than good. And that earned her a rare kind of respect in the industry that had always held Debbie in awe of her and the power she exuded.
But now Debbie knew the blonde was floundering under the attention. Not that anyone else would be able to pick up on that. She still looked poised and confident as ever but Debbie knew she was far from in her element and she felt a pang in her heart.
A couple of days ago she would’ve thought: good. Let her struggle to tie up all these loose ends. This was her game. Her need. And Debbie was just along for the ride. It would be easy to watch Lou flail a bit only ensuring she didn’t bomb and fail their mission completely. But now—now she could see the panic wedged behind the glint of her blue eyes. The thick swallow of her throat. And something that made Debbie gasp aloud before she could stop it—Lou was grabbing Debbie’s hand. And it wasn’t for show. She was gripping it tight like Debbie was holding her hand through a blood draw or getting big news. And automatically, Debbie squeezed back.
We’ve got this. Because they did. They were a team.
Lou’s grip on Debbie’s hand loosened, but she didn’t dare let go and Debbie shuffled closer to her, leaning her head on Lou’s shoulder. Tracing circles into her palm with her thumb. Supporting her partner. Praying it would help and that they could actually get away with all of their bullshitting.
“It was a simple little thing, really,” Lou waved it off. “You know. Popping the question. The usual.”
“You’re being too modest,” Grandma Ida laughed. Debbie was considering saying the same, moreso to give Lou shit and see her think on her feet to come up with something elaborate, but she was trying to take it easy on her. After all, it was enough to already have multiple eyes on them. Her own palms were starting to sweat and her father was making her beyond anxious.
“There were flowers,” Debbie provided, scrambling to come up with something. Anything. That might be able to help jog Lou’s fake memory.
“Yes,” Lou nodded. Debbie felt her squeeze her hand again. She figured it was a thank you. “Rose petals. Red rose petals. I laid them out.”
“And baby,” Debbie cooed, really leaning into it now. “The candles? I mean—“
“But Debbie’s favorite flower isn’t roses,” her mother interjected.
“Yes, of course,” Lou huffed. “Thank you for that,” she smiled through gritted teeth. “I—I—“
“She was so nervous,” Debbie spoke, stepping in to her rescue. “She left the original flowers at home. Had to run out and get some last minute ones to sprinkle. But it didn’t matter,” Debbie assured her, smiling up at her as Lou’s eyes found hers. “It was perfect.”
Lou was silent for a moment. Their eyes still locked. Lou legitimately staring at her with an emotion that Debbie couldn’t quite peg but it made her chest feel all fluttery and she was going from sweaty palms to icy veins fast.
A throat cleared in the distance but Lou still didn’t look away or keep talking. Her eyes wouldn’t leave Debbie’s and while Debbie wanted to analyze this new situation right now immediately, she knew she needed to step in and wrap up the story to save them both.
But Lou didn’t seem to mind drowning at that moment. She seemed fascinated. She seemed like she was just now seeing Debbie for the very first time, her eyes darting between Debbie’s eyes and lips repeatedly, a blush ghosting across her cheeks.
“They’re so in love,” Grandma Ida whispered, her eyes tearing up. “Our Lou can’t even find words she’s so taken with our Deb.”
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blackacre13 · 7 months
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we missed youuu when r u going to update? :(
Hi anon! I miss y’all.
Hoping to get back to more regular posts/updates tomorrow evening (ao3 as well!).
I have some chronic pain/illness issues and have been in a bit of a flare up 🔥 and doctor followup frenzy for the last couple of weeks so I’m been laying low activity wise besides work to get some extra rest and put my health first. But do not fret, prompts are at the top of my to do list and VERY soon so stay tuned. And thanks for your patience and excitement, friends ❤️
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blackacre13 · 8 months
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Hiii! Will you update Actress AU PLSSSSS. Thank youu!!
Part 15 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/blackacre13/714614662357975041/i-am-dying-for-a-part-6-of-the-actress-au-pls
Here’s part 16!
“See, America might get to see you running through the woods in a tank top and get a two second glimpse of that braless bounce, but me?  Fuck. To think that I get to have you all to myself, in my bed, and make love to you until you see stars and can’t even remember your own name? Worth its weight in gold, Ocean.”
“You’re going to make love to me all day?” Debbie giggled, trying to hide her blush.
“Did you have other plans?” The blonde grinned. “Because I know I had several orgasms in mind and all of them require your participation.”
“Breakfast first?”
“Sure,” Lou nodded, tossing the comforter towards the end of the bed as she crawled between Debbie’s thighs, lowering her head. Her nose brushed against Debbie’s clit as the brunette giggled, trying to close her thighs together as Lou pushed her legs apart, biting at the inside of her thigh.
“Real breakfast,” Debbie whispered.
“After I eat you,” Lou murmured. “Promise.”
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“Oh you’re bad,” Lou laughed, grinning at Debbie who was waiting on the steps of her trailer. “What if someone sees?” She wagged her eyebrows, pretending to dramatically looking over the brunette’s head to survey the lot as Debbie rolled her eyes.
“I don’t care,” Debbie whispered, inviting herself in and closing the door behind her. Lou pressed her right up against it before she could walk any further into the trailer. “I needed to kiss you.”
“You kissed me—“ Lou checked her ever present Rolex that always appeared when she was off set or out and about. Debbie made a mental note to ask about it. “Three hours ago. Could’ve been more recent but someone didn’t think we should report to set at the same time,” she shrugged, fingers playing with Debbie’s dress straps. “This is pretty. Costume or clothes?”
“Costume,” Debbie spoke, brushing off the question. “And about that kiss—“
“Don’t I get a hello first?” Lou giggled. “Or am I only good for my lips?”
“God, you know you’re good for so much more than that. You’re amazing, Lou. I just—I missed you, baby. But you’re right. Hi. How was your morning after I left?”
“Lonely,” Lou sighed dramatically. “Lacking kisses from a certain gorgeous brunette. She abandoned me. Off being dressed by stylists and having her hair curled all for Hollywood glamour.”
“But you just—“
“Shhh,” the blonde snickered, thrusting her thigh between Debbie’s legs. “You make it too easy, Ocean.” She cradled Debbie’s face, pulling her lips towards her own, gently kissing her, sweet, delicate and slow, but her thigh teasing Debbie dangerously. “Preview for later,” she shrugged, stepping back.
Debbie immediately missed her even though the blonde was still directly in front of her. She was smitten. And she was fucked.
“I missed kissing you too, Debs,” Lou admitted softly, belatedly inviting Debbie further into the trailer. “And I had a feeling you’d be headed this way. My assistant is bringing over two breakfasts.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to—“
“I insist,” Lou grinned, flopping onto her couch as she opened her script. Debbie watched her for a moment as her brow furrowed. She was making a note Debbie couldn’t quite make out and then dog earring the page before she set it down. “Had to remember that for later. And as I was saying, breakfast is a must. You can’t just live on pussy and iced coffee.”
“Is that not what you do?” Debbie teased, without missing a beat. “Thought I was just emulating a professional.”
“I’ll make you breakfast next time.”
They hadn’t talked about next time and the assumption had Debbie blushing. Though she realized she hadn’t even had time to obsess over what they’d shared and how it would progress. She’d been in a blissful, smut daydream cloud on her way to set, humming and smiling as they set her hair, appreciating all the little things like the weather and the tea her assistant had brought her. And she’d been set on visiting Lou in her trailer as soon as she possibly could. That’s all she’d been thinking about. When she could see Lou next. To touch her. To kiss her. She had missed her.
“You thinking about me again?” Lou teased, folding the script on her lap and leaning towards Debbie. “How gorgeous I am or how chivalrous? Or something more obscene like my tits or my—“
“Come over tonight,” Debbie blurted. “I mean—only if you want. And I can’t cook like you do but I have a chef and we can eat whatever you want or go wherever you want if you want to risk it but then there’s the issue with the paparazzi and maybe you want low key and I don’t know if you even—“
“Deb?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you asking me to come over tonight?” Lou smiled softly, reaching out for Debbie’s hand.
“Yeah,” Debbie squeaked, cursing herself as she blushed again.
“Then it’s a date,” Lou nodded. “I’ll bring dessert.”
“Is that a euphemism?” Debbie stammered.
“If you want it to be,” Lou winked, the two of them jumping as a knock hammered at the door.
“Places in ten, Ms. Miller!”
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blackacre13 · 8 months
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more of the sailor moon bar outfit prompt please 😭
Hi friend!
In all honesty, that’s a one and done prompt for me since I wasn’t all that familiar with the initial prompt and gave it my best go round😂 don’t want to stretch it and make a disaster but thank you for the ask❤️
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blackacre13 · 8 months
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Heyy, could you do a part 2 of when Debbie wears the ball gag?
Part one is here: https://blackacre13.tumblr.com/post/670571978743332864/hi-your-writing-is-amazing-i-was-wondering-if
Here’s part two:
“Is that alright?” Lou asked, unclasping the band as she watched Debbie tap her wrist twice. Yes. “Turn around for me,” Lou whispered as Debbie turned, opening her mouth as she waited, feeling Lou fasten the band around her face as she settled her lips around the ball. “Still okay?”
Debbie tapped twice again.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you this quiet during sex before,” Lou smirked as she turned Debbie to face her once more. The brunette rolled her eyes. “You still have to be good for me, Debs. Can you do that?”
Debbie nodded her head, reaching out for the blonde as Lou leaned in, kissing Debbie’s cheek and then her chin.
“Remember your taps, honey,” Lou whispered, pushing Debbie’s shirt up over her head as her lips found her breasts, kissing and sucking. “Moaning and drooling is wildly encouraged too,” the blonde winked.
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Lou was entirely smitten. This endeavor may have started out as Lou teaching Debbie how to give up control. Listening to instructions. Feeling instead of thinking. Responding instead of ordering. But Lou couldn’t deny the state of her underwear in that moment and the way her hips were twitching their way towards Debbie, eager for release.
Even Debbie seemed to have a knowing smirk, though it was hard to tell with her lips positioned around the ball, drool starting to gather in the corner of her lips, her cheeks blushing.
“You’re being such a good girl for me, Deb,” Lou murmured, taking a moment to massage Debbie’s jaw gently, knowing it probably already ached. She’d make up for it and then some. “You know that right?”
Debbie gave her a nod, eyes wide, locked on Lou’s own.
“I always love having you on your knees for me,” Lou whispered, running her index finger down Debbie’s chest, dragging it slowly between her breasts as she watched the brunette shiver. “So obedient. So well behaved even though I know you want me to touch you so badly.”
Lou didn’t miss the whimper that Debbie emitted from behind the gag even if it was stifled.
“I need you to do me a favor though, Debs.”
Usually, Lou craved an “anything” or a “yes, daddy,” or even a moan in return would suffice, but Debbie could only use her eyes, which were pleasing, her lips practically pouting around the ball.
“I need you to show me how you want me to touch you, honey,” Lou smirked, dragging her nails over Debbie’s breasts as she groaned. “Do you think you can do that for me?”
Debbie gave her a nod, her hand already inching its way down her belly, ghosting towards her center as she let her legs spread, still kneeling before Lou but opening herself to her. Completely exposed.
Her fingers were just about to touch her clit, her eyes flickering closed when Lou’s own fingers closed over Debbie’s, letting out a deep chuckle before clicking her tongue.
Debbie looked up at her, desperate and confused as Lou stroked her chin, looking down at her partner as she knelt slightly above her, her lips moving close to Debbie’s ear.
“Perhaps I wasn’t clear, honey. That’s on me,” she whispered, her voice full of lust that she couldn’t hide if she tried. “I need you to show me how you want me to touch you—“
Debbie made a small noise of protest that had Lou pinching and twisting her nipples, her lips brushing against Debbie’s ear.
“I need you to show me on me, Debbie. How can I know what you want if you don’t show me? You can’t use your words for me. Do you think you can do that for daddy?”
Debbie’s eyes were practically rolling back towards her head at the suggestion, nodding once more as her fingers fumbled for Lou’s shirt, the blonde chuckling again as she helped Debbie throw it over her head, Debbie moaning at the realization that Lou, per usual, had forgone a bra.
Debbie edged closer to the blonde, crawling towards her, her breasts brushing against Lou’s making their nipples meet, the two of them moaning at the contact.
“Show me,” Lou murmured, combing her hand through Debbie’s hair and tucking it behind her ear. “Fuck. Me.” She hissed, tugging a handful of hair.
Debbie didn’t need to be told twice, her hands pushing Lou down against the bed, eagerly gripping at her waist, tugging at the zipper of her pants, barely getting them all the way down Lou’s legs before her fingers were plunging into wet heat, Lou letting out a simmering curse at the contact, right around Debbie’s fingers as she started pumping them in and out.
“I…changed my mind,” Lou panted, grabbing Debbie’s other wrist as she pulled her close. “I need to feel you. All of you. Right now.”
Debbie didn’t stop her movements, but came closer, her hips pressing into Lou as she worked her, their breasts brushing against each other.
“Ride me,” Lou gasped, her hands digging into Debbie’s hips, holding her up. She spread her legs wider, Debbie taking the opportunity to add another finger as the blonde guided her over her thigh, moaning as she felt Debbie’s wetness coat her skin. “I need you to come with me and I need you to come all over me, Deb. And I—I need you to do it now, honey.”
Debbie moaned around the ball, starting to rock her hips, grinding against Lou as Lou cursed again, nails scratching at Debbie and pawing at her chest. Debbie’s hands were in Lou’s hair, gripping it. Hard.
“And the second I finish, I am taking that damn thing out of your mouth because I need to make you come. And I need to hear you scream my name.”
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blackacre13 · 8 months
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Please part 2 of eternal sunshine
Part one above. Part two below!
“Ms. Miller, you do understand that once I do this there is no way to undo the procedure? There is no remedy or antidote to bring the memories associated with the subject of your choosing back. And you have signed paperwork and orally agreed that you will not hold me or the company responsible should you regret this decision in the future.”
“Just do it,” the blonde huffed, through gritted teeth. Off like a bandaid. She just needed this done before she could second guess herself or change her mind.
“Ms. Miller, I need your verbal consent before I can—“
“Yes,” Lou breathed. “Yes, do whatever you need to do. I just want her gone. Please.”
“Alright,” the woman nodded, coming up beside her face to place a mask over her nose and mouth. “Just keep your breathing slow and steady. Count down backwards for me from 10, alright?”
10…9…8…what am I doing? This is Debbie…5…4…I love her…3…2…1.
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It’s a lot like what she thinks it would be like to die. They say that your life flashes before your eyes. That the things you see in your last few moments are the things that mean the most to you. Lou isn’t dying—she doesn’t think. There’s always a chance with procedures. Especially any kind of procedure that’s experimental and bizarre and with such a high risk. But Debbie did it. And survived. And that empty look in her deep brown eyes as she blinked twice at the blonde, not an ounce of recognition on her face—well, that proved that it had worked for at least one patient. Deborah Ocean had been beyond convinced she had never seen Louise Miller ever before in her life.
That’s what had been the final nail in the coffin of their relationship. It had seemed impossible before then. No matter how many fights or meltdowns or favorite mugs broken. Everything seemed like it could be fixed. And then suddenly there was no chance of that at all. It took two people to fall in love and it took two people to want to fix a relationship. When one of those people wiped the other one completely from their brain, well, there wasn’t much in terms of reconciling. Debbie had taken a lot away from her but this was one thing she could never take back or apologize or make up for. She had taken their memories. Their relationship. Every moment they had shared. And thrown it away. There was nothing stopping her from doing the same.
She hadn’t wanted to at first. But it was too painful. It wasn’t fair. How could she be forced to be the sole survivor of a relationship? The only one who knew the good and the bad. The only one who remembered. She couldn’t. It was too much to bear.
She could blame Debbie all she wanted. She wouldn’t be in this room if it wasn’t for her. For their relationship. For the end. For the procedure. But in the end, it was Lou who had signed the forms. It was Lou who gave consent and lay on this table and closed her eyes and squeezed them tight willing it all to go away. For her to go away.
They told her she would see them. The memories. They had to know they were getting rid of every nook and cranny that Debbie had wiggled her way into. But Lou didn’t know that it would affect her this way. That she would be mourning Debbie in a whole different way.
So it was like dying. Because in her last few moments, she knew what would be flashing through her mind. It would be this reel. This batch of memories that was Debbie and nothing but Debbie.
Seeing her. Meeting her. Kissing her. Touching her. Smelling her.
Breathing her in. Truly knowing what it was like to bask in the sunlight of her. To love her. Protect her.
She wanted it back. That feeling. How it had been to fall for her. To fall in love with her. Her Debbie. Her everything.
Lou couldn’t tell what was real and what was in her head. She knew she wanted to grip the surgeon running the procedure and make him start. That she wanted to snatch the IV out of her arm and rip the blood pressure cuff off as well. Push the nurse to the ground and run from that room. She felt like she was suffocating. Choking on the air that was quickly disappearing from the room. Maybe that meant that she was succeeding. That she was making them stop or slow down or at least confused.
But Debbie was still running through her mind. Dancing, really.
“Let me out, Lou tried to croak, not even knowing if her lips were moving. “I was wrong. This was a mistake. Stop. Please stop.”
She was choking on her tears. Memories were blurring by quicker and quicker. A younger Debbie slipping a poker chip into Lou’s back pocket and whispering in her ear. A crying Debbie sniffling against her shoulder. Debbie on her knees, her hands tugging down Lou’s pants, staring up at her hungrily. Debbie on her knees, sobbing, begging Lou to forgive her through broken gasps.
There was an odd flicker. A moment of silent air. A pop of crisp white. And then an image. Lou knew that place. She just didn’t know why. And who the hell was that woman? She may have looked familiar at one point but Lou sure as shit didn’t know who she was now.
“There she is.”
“You gave us quite a good scare for a minute there, Ms. Miller. Thought we were going to have to stop the—“
“Shhh. Shut it. You’ll ruin the whole point. She can’t know that—“
“What the Fuck?” Lou yawned, rubbing at her eyes. They felt so heavy. She wanted a cigarette. And her bed. And she wanted to know why she kept getting these weird flickers of some sort restaurant. The back of a booth. All she could see was the back of some woman’s head.
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blackacre13 · 8 months
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Debbie lap dance pt 2
Part One Linked above! Here's part two!
“Go ahead,” Debbie panted. “You can touch me. I know you want to.”
“God, yes,” Lou nodded, her nails digging into Debbie’s hips as she pushed her down further against her thigh, encouraging her to grind against her more, Debbie’s breathing starting to get short.
“Keep the money,” Debbie whispered suddenly, her tongue darting out to lick Lou’s earlobe as the blonde cursed. “I want you inside me. Come around back?”
“Debbie,” Lou chuckled, shaking her head, only to be interrupted by Debbie’s hand ghosting along the crotch of her pants as Debbie let out a gasp.
“Are you…packing?” Debbie whispered, licking her lips as her eyes grew darker.
“One way to find out.”
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Lou didn’t know what the hell she was doing or how she’d ended up at this club.
She couldn’t lie. It was a club she had frequented a few times before, but lurking around strip joints on a Friday night wasn’t her typical scene. Although the “ladies drink for free” was a typical perk. Hadn’t any of these club owners heard about lesbians?
She’d worked a smooth week. Wallet full of cash. Jobs all running like clockwork. But that meant she was bored. She didn’t need to scrape together random cons this weekend to make ends meet. Her time was her own. And that often led her into dipping into her vices: liquor, cigarettes…sex.
There were the usual suspects she practically had on call and of course, the instant regret of a go-to ex or three that could be fun for the night but only end badly in the morning, but she didn’t want to tread down that road.
So here she was. A place where she knew she could tease herself. Practically edge herself. Let herself be flirted with and danced upon, but she could only look. Not touch. And there was a limit. A bill. And an expectation that she would go home satisfied in a way, but most definitely alone.
So she couldn’t believe that she was standing in the alleyway behind the club with her boot against the wall and a cigarette between her lips, eyes closed as deep, brown ones seemed to bore into her soul.
Debbie, Debbie, Debbie.
Who was she? And why could she read Lou so well, even in an instant?
They didn’t need words or hints or instructions. Their bodies were practically calling out to each other. A siren song.
Lou had been nervous. She shouldn’t have been this drawn to a dancer, but she’d caught sight of her across the bar and knew she had to be the one. And when Debbie asked her what she wanted, Lou had to stop herself from saying “for you to take my last name” and settle for a lap dance instead.
It was intoxicating. Lou thought she should be mortified. Doing this. Paying for this. Letting Debbie tease her professionally. But there was something on Debbie’s face that told Lou she wasn’t alone in this. And when Debbie’s hips started rolling and her position switched to very, truly riding Lou’s thigh and moaning like they were holed away in a bedroom just the two of them and not in a corner of a club, Lou knew it wasn’t just her. And she hoped against all hope that Debbie would want something real. No strings or singles attached.
Lou’s fingers had found their place on Debbie’s hips as if they’d settled there dozens of times before, Debbie whimpering as the tips of her fingers ghosted against hot skin.
Debbie whispering “keep the money” was like a dream. She had to be sure she hadn’t made it up and when Debbie’s hand had found the strap Lou had decided to wear this evening—for some BDE and extra confidence—Lou knew she needed to Fuck this woman. Right then. Right now.
“Coming?” A voice asked suddenly, a metal door near Lou opening and swinging shut heavily before Debbie emerged, a wicked grin on her face, wrapping a trench coat around her barely there outfit and swinging her hair out of her face.
“I was hoping that would be your job tonight, actually,” Lou smirked.
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I’m many of your recent Belivaird fics Carol and Therese are engaged so I was wondering if you could do a fic with how you imagine that proposal happening? (My headcanon is that Carol was the one to propose but I can also totally see Therese doing it so you can do whoever feels right for you haha)
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“You’re a star for doing this, love,” Carol beamed, turning to Therese who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car trying and failing not to glower at the windshield in front of her.
“I’m doing this for you, not Abby,” the brunette reminded her.
“Oh, hush,” the blonde laughed. “Don’t act like that. It’s no secret you and Abby are the best of friends these days. If anything, I should be upset that she’s replacing me. Should’ve known she’d end up liking my f-girlfriend more than me.”
They both caught the slip in speech, locking eyes for only a moment before the younger woman’s cheeks starting burning and she looked down at her lap.
“You promise you’ll come check on me at lunch? I don’t know anything about selling furniture.”
“I promise, sweet. And you don’t have to. Just explain your covering for the owners and take down any interested customers or questions. Abby and I will patch things over with them next week. We just need a body.”
“A body?” Therese snorted.
“A very cute body,” Carol amended. “A beautiful woman. With the sweetest smile. To bring in shoppers from far and near.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Therese rolled her eyes, reaching for the door handle.
“Dearest?”
“Mm?”
Carol’s blue eyes danced and sparkled mischievously in the sun, her lip caught in a smirk.
“Wouldn’t you like a parting kiss?” She teased, leaning over towards the brunette.
Therese melted against the blonde, letting their lips softly meet as she sighed into it.
“I love you,” Therese whispered softly, resting her forehead against the blonde’s.
“Not as much as I love you, dearest,” Carol murmured, stroking Therese’s cheek with the back of her hand. “Now go. Before we get too distracted.”
A few stolen kisses later, from teasing and procrastination on each side, Therese was gone in the shop and Carol was turning the corner, discretely parking only a block or so away where Abby was meeting her in a diner.
The blonde slid into their favorite booth, Abby already waiting, cigarette in hand and coffee untouched in front of her.
“I did it again,” Carol admitted, blushing as she sat. She slid Abby’s coffee in front of her as Abby rolled her eyes, but allowed her to take a sip, offering her a drag of her own cigarette next.
“If you would just go ahead and get it over with, the next time it happens, it wouldn’t be a mistake. You’re going to get caught, nitwit.”
“I can’t help it, Abby,” Carol sighed dreamily. “I love her. I want her to be mine. My everything. My always. My—“
“We get it,” Abby huffed, but she was smiling. Truly proud of and happy for her friend. “But you need to actually propose first. You can’t just declare her as your wife you know.”
“I can hardly sit still,” Carol whined. “Do you have it? Let me see it again.”
“No, I forgot it,” Abby rolled her eyes. “And what? You think the setting will change? The band will turn from gold to silver? It looks the same as when you bought it and every time you’ve looked at it after that.”
“Abby,” Carol exhaled. “Give it.”
“Here,” the other woman sighed, pressing the green velvet box into Carol’s waiting hand.
Carol shifted the small box from one hand to the other. Peeking into it carefully like something might pop out and bite her.
“She will say yes, won’t she?” Carol asked.
“Of course,” Abby promised. “I have no doubt.”
As planned, an antsy Carol helped Abby around town as she did some last minute Christmas shopping, the box feeling heavy in her coat pocket, burning a hole in the material. She wanted Therese to see it. She needed to see her face. Needed to see it on her dainty little hand.
After what felt like eons, Abby declared it was lunch time and Carol was ready to book it back ti the furniture shop, almost forgetting the lunch she was bringing as her ploy for dropping by.
“Carol!” Abby called out, propping her sunglasses on her forehead. “I’m so happy for you. Both of you.”
“She hasn’t said yes, yet!” Carol threw back, her hands clammy with anxiety and excitement.
“She’s never been able to say no to you,” Abby smiled. “Go get your girl.”
Carol took a deep breath as she opened the door to the shop, the bells chiming softly overhead as she entered. Therese was leaning against the front counter, elbows on the glass, busy doodling something in the margins of the receipt notebook.
“I was wondering if you might help me with something,” Carol smiled shyly, approaching Therese as the brunette raised her face to meet Carol’s own.
“Very funny,” Therese laughed. “Looking for a doll? I’m afraid we’re all out. Bright Betsy, was it?”
“I had something else in mind actually,” Carol waved her hand. She dug through her purse, acting like she was looking for her cigarettes.
“I won’t bother telling you that you’re not supposed to smoke in here since, you know, this is your own store and all,” the brunette grinned. “Did you bring me lunch at least before you light up?”
“Hold these for me for a moment, won’t you darling?” Carol asked, slipping off her gloves and putting them down on the counter. She rummaged through her purse again, using the activity to take a deep breath and steady herself before she put the small velvet box on top of the gloves.
“Um. Carol.”
“Left it too long,” the blonde smiled, eyes practically glowing. “Go ahead. I’d love to know what you think.”
“Carol, I—“
“Therese Belivet,” Carol murmured, her voice deep velvet. “What do you do on Sundays?”
Therese was staring at her blankly with wide eyes as the blonde opened the velvet box for her, the simple but stunning diamond ring glimmering between them. “I thought perhaps, you might like to marry me?”
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Procrastinating writing prompt responses on tumblr and doing camp nano/finishing my original manuscript by responding to Ao3 comments from literally 300 days ago is absolutely a new writing procrastination low...
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dr. bullock got called to the ER because of drunken someone who got into an accident, turns out it was cate, her ex lover
Hi anon!
Unfortunately, I don't write fics involving actresses themselves, only their characters so I am not able to fulfill this prompt. If you like the medical setting and want some Lou and Deb instead, I'd point you this way!
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Medicine
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“No. See, this is what you do,” Lou sighed. “You make me guess and then, I’m interested. And then you think because I’m interested, that I want to do it.” “Don’t you want to do things you’re interested in?” Debbie teased. “I’m interested in brain surgery.” Lou offered as an example. “Well, we know that’s not going to happen.” Debbie said matter-of-factly. Debbie regretted her words the instant they passed out of her mouth. Lou felt an ice-cold shiver run down her spine. “Really, Debs? You wanna go there?” [Scattered Debbie/Lou one-shots pre-canon, post-canon, and completely on its head alternate universe. Each work is based on the lyrics of one song and stands alone. Thirty songs so far in my head, but absolutely open to requests to use as prompts.]
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Could you do a prompt/au where Lou is an actress who is an openly lesbian icon flirts with the journalist/interviewer Debbie😁
Hi anon! Loving this prompt, but afraid it would be uber similar to a few of the others I have brewing, so want to point you in that direction!
Lou and Debbie are both actresses (Lou is out and proud; Deb is a confused baby bi/pan who's been treated like shit a la one Claude Becker) [multi-part]
Notting Hill AU (Lou is a famous musician; Deb runs a bookshop. While Deb is not a journalist, she is mistaken for one in an attempt to meet up with Lou at her hotel and must pose as one giving the world's most awkward, but cute and rambly interview) [multi-part]
The 7 Husbands of Evelyn Hugo AU (Lou is our Celia St. James and Deb is our Evelyn Hugo) [eventual multi-part]
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hii, i know you must get these a lot since you've practically written a whole loubbie library by now (tysm we love you) but it's currently midnight and all i want to ride is that one fic where loubbie come home from a funeral and lou f!cks her until she passes out to erase what she's feeling.
was that who wrote that?? i think it was hoping it was. anyway, any help on finding it would be great, ur amazing
Hi anon! I don't know if this is the one you're thinking of exactly, but I wrote a two-parter on ao3 where Deb gets furlough from prison for Danny's funeral and spends some *time* with Lou at a hotel. If that's the one you're looking for, check this out! (If not, perhaps some other readers may know which one you're thinking of!)
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Only If For a Night
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Debbie looked up, brown eyes meeting blue ones, and a trademark smirk revealed that Lou had caught Debbie looking apparently too long at Lou’s cleavage. The smirk quickly turned into a pointed look at Debbie’s legs. Debbie’s confidence quickly turned to embarrassment as she realized that Rusty’s hand was still on her thigh which she quickly shooed away with an eye roll. Lou let out a chuckle from near the door but didn’t make a move towards Debbie. She was waiting for Debbie to come to her, it seemed. And it wasn’t a game, Debbie realized. Lou must not have known if Debbie wanted her to be there. After all, Debbie hadn’t called her to ask. “I called her.” Rusty whispered, answering a question that Debbie hadn’t asked with the answer Debbie already knew. It had been her plan after all. If anything, Danny’s apparent death had given her a gift. An opportunity of sorts. To be with Lou, only if for a night. (Debbie is granted furlough for Danny’s funeral and is intent on spending that time with Lou) [Scattered Debbie/Lou one-shots pre-canon, post-canon, and completely on its head alternate universe. Each work is based on the lyrics of one song and stands alone.]
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i was wondering where is that fic wherein lou surprises debbie for their anniversary or something and tammy gets to give debbie the dress? couldn't find it anywhere.,i've been meaning to read it again hope you see this
Hi anon! I don’t recall this plot at all and checked in with my organizer extraordinaire @ktaird and she didn’t recognize it either. I think this prompt may belong to another author! Any followers who can help out anon on their story hunt?
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blackacre13 · 9 months
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Can you do another part to the rival gang au
Part three is here:
Here’s part four!
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“It was a conversation,” Debbie protested.
“Please,” Tammy rolled her eyes. “It was practically a parlay over pancakes. You’re not a pirate, Debbie. You two can sit down for a cup of coffee and strike a compromise. Someone takes uptown, someone takes downtown. Whatever. There’s a way to work it out.”
“We’ve already worked it out,” Debbie shook her head. “The best woman wins. One job. One goal. Whoever gets it, gets New York. Whoever fails, gets the hell out. Maybe after the consolation of some…more lustful activities.”
“God, something tells me that you two are just absolutely meant for each other.”
“Yeah,” Debbie snorted. “What? Enemies to lovers? I have one mistress and one mistress alone, New York City.”
“Does she know you’re here?”
“No.”
“Does she know you’re here?”
“Absolutely not.”
The two women attempted a subtle look around the room before their eyes landed back on each other as they shared a laugh.
“Go ‘head,” Nine grinned, nodding at the booth. “Have a seat. I already got us some waters but didn’t wanna guess on the drink.”
“Thanks,” Tammy smiled, sliding into the diner booth.
“So we both agree this is bullshit, right?”
“Absolutely,” Tammy sighed, running her finger up and down the glass, tracing the condensation. “But that’s Debbie. What she says goes and if she’s decided to have some sort of ridiculous rumble, then who am I go go against that?”
“Her right hand,” Nine smirked. “And a beautiful one at that.”
Tammy’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, suddenly finding the sticker paper holding her utensils together fascinating and Nine’s eye contact all too powerful.
“You only say that because you’re Lou’s.”
“Well to be fair, pops is a lefty. So I guess I’m her left hand man,” Nine chuckled.
“Pops?” Tammy laughed.
“You can blame Con for that one. She started it and it just stuck. Pops loves it. But that’s what gave me the idea. Why would
We try to chase each other out of the city when we could help each other cover more ground?”
“You want us to pair up?” Tammy nodded. “That’s along the lines of what I was trying to convince Debbie about.”
“Look,” Nine sighed. “Lou will never admit it, but she hates being in charge. Don’t get me wrong. She’s damn good at it. But she didn’t even want this. She just wanted out of a bad situation where she wasn’t calling the shots so she started her own thing. She’s solid. Constance is mad good. And I’m the best at what I do. But we been lookin to expand anyway.”
“You’re not adopting us,” Tammy exhaled. “Deb will never go for it. She’s never gonna work for someone else. Thought she was going to murder her own brother when she worked for him. She thrives like this. She just wants her city back.”
“Not saying join our crew. I’m sayin, let’s have a merger. We don’t have a fence, and I hear things about you. And Amita? Shit it would be wild to have someone in the jewel world. We never been able to do anything like that. And in return, you need surveillance. You need people who ride bikes. Fresh blood who can blend different than you can.”
“And Debbie would be in charge?” Tammy frowned. “I’m sure she’d be fine with that but I don’t know how Lou is going to feel with her team usurping her throne behind her back and bringing in a new boss for her. She may not like being in charge, but she doesn’t sound like a follower.”
“That’s what I’m sayin’,” Nine grinned, smacking the table in a way that made Tammy jump. “Sorry. Got excited. Pops doesn’t want the spotlight. She just fell into it. She’s like—I don’t know. A wing man. Someone to bounce ideas off. Just as in charge but not the face. Like criminal chief of staff.”
“Well, Deb’s No chief of staff. She’s President all the way.”
“And that’s why this is perfect. We take our crews and we marry ‘em. Lou and Debbie at the top of the food chain. Take two greats and unite them. One team. One partnership. They do things fifty-fifty.”
“Fifty-fifty,” Tammy nodded. “For real? Lou won’t push for a bigger cut?”
“Fifty-fifty. Promise.”
“I’ll see if she goes for it,” Tammy muttered. “But she’s not gonna like that it’s not her idea.”
“Same with Lou. That’s why we gotta do it secretly.”
“Secretly?” Tammy quirked an eyebrow.
“‘Course,” Nine grinned. “We gotta parent trap ‘em.”
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