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blackacre13 · 11 months

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I think its pretty much an established fact that lou is a total womaniser, so I have this headcanon that after Debbie comes back from jail and they rekindle their relationship Lou has some problems going back to being completely monogamous. So could you do a Lou pov where she has all these girls flinging themselves at her and usually she wouldn't hesitate to say yes but Debbie means so much to her that she could never cheat. bonus points if the end has loubbie smut ;)

“You sure you don’t want to come with me tonight?” Lou asked, lingering in the doorway like she’d done every night for the last week.

She didn’t want to push Debbie. She didn’t. Lou couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to try to slip back into any sort of normal after what Debbie had been through, but a selfish part of her wanted Debbie to make her presence known in Lou’s club. Mark her territory. Declare that she was back.

Lou could say she was taken in a dozen different ways, but she’d also been saying that for years while Debbie was away. It had been habit. A habit that most women knew wasn’t actually the truth of the matter. Debbie had told her not to wait. Lou wasn’t in a committed relationship. Lou and Debbie and been label free for as long as they’d known each other, the truth of what they were never uttered aloud. And with Debbie behind bars, Lou had no one to go home to and only the option of inviting women who weren’t Debbie back to her place.

It had been difficult at first. She had blonde hair. She was a redhead. Nobody had Debbie’s brunette hair that slid from mahogany to midnight. Green eyes. Blue eyes. Never the right shade of brown that glimmered like amber. She had just seen Debbie last week. And then it was last month. And then she’d lost count of the days. Couldn’t remember the scent of her or the feel. She wasn’t sure what was fact and what was fiction when she pulled up a memory to pine over.

The “no thanks” and “I’m good” were habit, but there were other dangerous habits too. Helmet long gone on her bike. Nicorette gum down the toilet in a rage and a pack of cigarettes in her back pocket the same night. Vodka. A shot or two snuck in between serving. Then a pint glass. Then just like the days of Deb away behind bars losing meaning, Lou lost count of drinks.

Tammy was there to pull her out of her stupor. And she was beyond grateful for someone to chide her like a mother and hug her like a sister. But it was Danny of all people who closed his eyes and pinched his nose as he uttered softly, “when’s the last time you let yourself get laid, Miller?”

After giving him shit for saying it and having a much less awkward conversation about it with Tammy and Debbie too, courtesy of Tammy playing monkey in the middle, Lou replaced liquor with women.

A shot with a kiss. A drink with willing fingers slipping through her waiting heat. Bottle after bottle with tongues and teeth and sex. Never two nights in a row with the same woman. Never letting them call her by her name. Barely giving and more receiving. She felt too guilty. She only wanted to give Deb pleasure. Make her feel good.

And when Lou had returned to the club with more than a pep in her step, a permanent grin slung across her lips, she felt like she was sending out flashing lights and warning signs: I’m taken. I’m not interested. Don’t approach.

But much to her chagrin, she’d established a pattern. Women leaning over the bar a little too far, showing off cleavage and twisting their hair. A hand slipping into Lou’s own cleavage or pocket with a tip and the promise of just a little something extra for serving them.

It was easy to say no. It was just a word. But it was harder to see the pout. Harder to hear the “your loss” and “you sure?”

She just wanted Debbie to decide that tonight was the night she’d come to the club, strutting through the door, moving through whatever interested gaggle was barricading Lou behind the bar that night and claiming her as her own. She’d take a kiss or a hand leading her out of the club. she’d take a hickey to the neck or nails raked down her arms. Hell, she’d let Debbie fuck her against the bar right then and there. Her head was swimming with the thought, but now it was Debbie backed against the bar, skirt hitched up around her hips, Lou’s thigh between the brunette’s as she nipped at her ear, whispering in a low, deep voice what she was going to do to her right here and right now, without caring who saw.

Lou wanted to demand that Debbie come with her. Just drag her by the arm and take her back into her world. But she found herself slamming the door shut and pacing back towards the brunette, melting against her on the couch as Debbie looked up at her confused, but accepted the kiss Lou offered, moaning as it went from chaste and sweet to messy and deep, Lou tugging at Debbie’s lip in a way that was sure to bruise.

“You don’t have to come with me,” Lou promised, scraping her nails down Debbie’s chest as she groaned, haphazardly tugging at Deb’s shirt, buttons snapping and scattering. Her eyes were practically glazed over as she took in black lace and olive skin that waited for her beneath, Debbie’s nipples poking against the embroidered flowers. “But I want you to come with me. Right now.”

“Jesus, Lou,” Debbie whimpered, her hips lifting as Lou undid her slacks, her own legs straddling Debbie as she wiggled her hand inside Debbie’s pants, hissing at the heat.

“I want you on my fingers and on my tongue, Debbie. I want you all over me. I want them to know I’m yours. Only yours. That you’re the only one I take home. That I’m coming home to you. And I want you on my mind the whole time I’m gone.”

“Well, I think—“ Debbie smirked, rolling her bra cups upwards to reveal her breasts as she led Lou’s head roughly towards her, the blonde’s lips locking around her nipple. “I have just the plan for that.”

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incorrectoceanseightquotes · 11 months

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Tammy; “Right, who do we know who has handcuffs?”

Lou; “Well Debbie and I...”

Debbie (glares at Lou)

Lou; “...Wouldn't know.”

#incorrect quotes #source: unknown #tammy #Lou Miller #Debbie Ocean #Debbie x Lou #Oceans 8 #Dare I ask why Tammy needed handcuffs?

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l-lizzy-y · 1 year

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Debbie: The stars are beautiful tonight.

Tammy: Yes, they are.

Debbie: You know who else is beautiful?

Tammy: *blushing* who?

Debbie: Lou.

#Ocean‘s eight #O8 #oceans 8 #Loubbie #Debbie #Lou #Tammy #incorrect quotes #Lou Miller #Debbie Ocean #debbie x lou

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somanyskills · 1 year

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One of the bots almost got me today... Their profile picture was two women, a blonde and a brunette, holding hands and laughing by the ocean.

I assumed for a second it was just from a wlw ship I didn't recognize.

Whoops!

#wlw #xena warrior princess #xena x gabrielle #clexa #valkubus #doccubus #debbie x lou

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ashmouthbooks · 2 years

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Four fics, four A7 paperbacks:

As a Shrike to Your Thorn by DachOsmin (Ocean’s 8, Debbie/Lou)

Singing When We’re Winning by meretricula (Ocean’s 8, Debbie/Lou)

Fool’s Gold by moonix (Ocean’s 8, Debbie/Lou)

When You Don’t Have the Monet to Make the Van Gogh: Or, A Rodin Not Taken by azurish (Ocean’s 8, Debbie/Lou)

Also pictured: two destiel A6 paperbacks using the same misprint cardstock cover.

#fanbinding #bookbinding #ficbinding #my binding #oceans 8 #debbie x lou

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sapphicforsarahh · 1 year

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since u were asking for some loubbie fic prompt: post addiction sober lou in which shes stuggling staying sober after something happened, and debbie find out she's sober and helps her<3

just feeling like this rn, there's a fking storm in my head, i want to relapse so bad

Ofc!!

I also hope that you’re doing okay!

Staying Sober

Ship: Debbie Ocean x Lou Miller

Word count: 315

Warnings: Mentions of relapsing

Synopsis: Debbie helps Lou to stay sober after a rough time.

The sound of creaking floor boards woke Debbie up. She looked for Lou beside her, but she wasnt there. “She must be downstairs” Debbie thought and so she quickly got out of bed.

Debbie quietly got to the top of the stairs and looked down to see Lou, her back hunched over and her elbows on her knees, sitting down on the sofa. She began walking down the stairs and Lou heard her. “Honey, what’re you doing up?” Lou asks, concerned. “You weren’t next to me, I was wondering where you were,” she explains and walks over to Lou, sitting down next to her.

“What’s going on? Why are you down here so late?” She gently whispers to her, a hand rubbing at Lou’s back. A large sigh escapes Lou before answering, “I’ve been struggling recently. With staying sober I mean.” Debbie looks her in the eyes, genuine sympathy filling them. “Any reason why you’ve been struggling?” Debbie asks. “Not particularly, no,” she confesses before placing her head in her hands.

Debbie continues rubbing Lou’s back when she feels her begin to cry. “Come here baby, it’s all okay,” she pulls Lou into a comforting embrace. “I’m here okay? I’m here to listen to you, to get you whatever you need,” Debbie gently whispers into her ear and she feels Lou weakly nodding.

They stay like that for a while. “Thank you for being honest with me,” Debbie breaks the silence. “I’m trying my hardest,” Lou gives her a weak smile. Finally they pull away and fall into a relaxed cuddle, Lou curled into Debbie’s side. Debbie’s hand stroked through Lou’s hair, raking it through her fingers.

“Everytime you feel the need to relapse or if you’re ever struggling, please talk to me,” she gently says to Lou. “The last thing I want is for you to feel like you’re unable to express your feelings.”

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goodegrrrl · 2 years

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Stitches

Pairing: Lou Miller x Debbie Ocean

Words: 1,748

Warnings: implied disordered eating

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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.

#cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett #oceans 8 #debbie x lou #lou miller #debbie ocean #debbie ocean x Lou Miller #lou miller x debbie ocean #sandra bullock #cate blanchett supremacy

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dandelion-and-fire · 1 year

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Debbie and Lou from oceans 8 give off Minerva and Poppy vibes.

I said what I said.

#marauders #minerva x poppy #minerva mcgonagall #poppy pomfrey #oceans 8 #debbie x lou

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phantasmicfish · 1 year

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Tell me what was the point of showing me this scene only to immediately flash away from it —- Debbie was waiting for Lou?? Why? The way Lou smirked at her?? Did they stage this random interaction just so Debbie could watch Lou zip up her sparkly bedazzled suit for three seconds? What happened after? I must know just tell me

#they are a couple #and no one can persuade me otherwise #Debbie / lou #Debbie x lou #this scene made me lose it #oceans 8

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seaoflittlefires · 2 years

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happy father’s day to lou miller and lou miller only

#ocean’s eight #ocean’s 8 #lou miller #loubbie #heistwives #heist wives #lou x debbie #debbie x lou

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blackacre13 · 1 year

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loubbie having wild rough sex with a strap then realizing how good they are at it even if they’re in their 50s already lmao this is silly but like it goes something like “how are we in our 50s?” or whatever fits

“It was not,” Debbie snorted, her face turning red with laughter as Lou shook her head.

“I shit you not. Right in the dishwasher.”

“Next to Dani’s pink sippy cup?”

“I’m not a monster,” Lou rolled her eyes. “I’d never put it next to her favorite one. It was next to the green one.”

“You’ve lost it, Miller,” the brunette grinned. “Now get over here. No more delays.”

“First off, it’s the most efficient way to clean them both,” the blonde pointed out, crawling onto the bed. “Second, you’re the one who asked me to find the bigger one.”

Lou sat the dildo down on the night table, the base suctioning to the surface with a bubble-like sound. “Now are you gonna kiss the hell out of me, Ocean, or not?”

“Get over here,” Debbie smirked, pulling the blonde in closer and wrapping her arms around her neck as she tugged her up along the bed and laid Lou flat against her.

“I thought you’d never ask, Mrs. Miller,” the blonde murmured, nails raking down Debbie’s chest as their lips meant until Lou was drifting down her wife, running her lips over her breasts, sucking at her nipples, biting her way down her stomach, making a detour to nip at her thighs before circling back to Debbie’s simmering heat to swirl her tongue through Debbie’s pooling arousal.

“Fuck, I love when Tammy takes the kids for the night,” Debbie moaned.

Lou looked up at Debbie from between her legs, arching an eyebrow before she wiped Debbie’s slickness off her lips with the back of her hand pointedly.

“Please don’t use your ex’s name and the word love in the same sentence, especially while my tongue is inside you.”

“She’s your ex too,” Debbie exhaled, pushing Lou’s head back down as the blonde laughed against her, grazing her clit maybe a little too hard with her teeth as Debbie cried out. “Was merely grateful for her as a babysitter precisely so I could have your tongue inside me.”

Lou bit down on her thigh before she looked up again. “Then clearly, I’m not doing enough to get your mind off of the kids,” she smirked, blindly grabbing at the dildo before plunging it into Debbie without warning, the brunette letting out a deep moan as her nails dug into Lou’s neck.

“Jesus, Fuck, Lou.”

“Had to shut you up,” Lou hissed, pumping the dildo in and out as Debbie groaned, cursing and grabbing at the blonde, biting down on her shoulder after reaching an entirely new level of loud to keep from going completely shrill. “Still thinking about anything else?”

“Just…your strap,” Debbie panted.

“Just the strap?” Lou asked, her rhythms stopping with the dildo just outside of Debbie, the tip brushing against her teasingly.

“And you…only you…Fuck!” Debbie moaned, Lou plunging the dildo all the way inside her. Hard. As Debbie fell over the edge, clinging to the blonde.

“Not bad,” Lou spoke aloud, an hour or so later, her finger running along Debbie’s exposed spine, tracing over her skin softly as Debbie let out a sleepy hum of agreement. “Glad to know we’ve still got game.”

“Strap game,” Debbie chuckled.

“That’s all mine, love.”

“Takes two to tango, Miller.”

“Also takes two for the finale,” Lou giggled, tugging at a fistful of Debbie’s hair to catch an additional moan from her partner before Debbie rolled over with a lazy smile.

“You get the Chinese and I get the ice cream?” Debbie asked.

“Just let me throw on some boxers.”

“Don’t,” Debbie grinned, watching the blonde stand up, walking towards the bathroom before placing a kiss on Debbie’s forehead. “Did you ever think we’d still be up to our same antics in our fifties?”

“Honey, you just wait until we hit our sixties,” Lou winked.

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