Anonymous asked:
"I dont like being told what to do" "Dont you though ? Under the right circumstances, of course". Can you please continue the bodyguard fic (but with smut), based on those lines ? Thank u, love your work btw !! :)
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Patience shall be needed, but I promise eventual smut and a return of that infamous line for y’all ✨
Part 2 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/blackacre13/719598075443888128/oh-my-god-we-need-parts-2-3-4-and-5-of-the
Here’s part 3:
“Before we head anywhere, I need to see your bedroom.”
Who was being forward now?
“For security purposes,” Lou smirked again, Debbie’s mouth apparently gaping before she forced herself to shut it. “Need to see windows. Exits. Hazards. That kind of stuff. How many ways there are in and out of this place. And I’m gonna want to make it look like you’re home while we’re out. For starters.”
“Right,” Debbie nodded, fumbling towards her room. “For starters.”
Anonymous asked:
Can you do another part to the rival gang au
Part three is here:
Here’s part four!
“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.”
seaoflittlefires asked:
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)
“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.
Anonymous asked:
More of Lawyer Lou and Defendant Debbie please 🥺🍁
Part 10. Part 9 is here
Things jumped again, but Debbie was suddenly dizzy, seeing herself and being inside and outside herself. Then there was the night. The arrest. The holding cell. Claude again. Danny dying. Tammy telling her it would be okay. Danny dying, Danny dying. Meeting her. Meeting Lou. Claude again.
We’re going to have a real problem, Deborah so listen up and listen good.
And then she was spinning, black and white tv fuzz before her eyes and the sound of a needle scratching a record as it bumped against the needle again and again and again, out of songs. Out of time. Out of—
“Inmate!”
“Inmate, your lawyer’s here!”
“Ocean!”
“Shit. Shit, can I get backup in here? Block A. Inmate down. There’s an inmate down. D. Ocean.”
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…
Anonymous asked:
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.”
Anonymous asked:
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!
Medicine
BlackAcre13
Summary:
“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.]
Anonymous asked:
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]
Anonymous asked:
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!)
Only If For a Night
BlackAcre13
Summary:
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.]