Fun fact—I sent it to my spouse when I saw it dropped and they were like LOGS, THERES A WHOLE ASS SNAKE (I am deathly terrified of snakes like I can’t even explain)
AND I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE BECAUSE I WAS WATCHING HER SO INTENTLY.
So yes, I am deceased. It looks amazing. She is coming for all the awards. And I will be there aside from the moment I need my spouse to cover my eyes a la the apparent snake lmao but I AM NOT READY
“Tell anyone I let you do this, and I’ll kill you, Ocean.”
“Oh shush,” Debbie chuckled, kissing the blonde’s forehead. “I’m just helping you get comfortable.”
“I think that’s impossible at this point,” Lou huffed, trying to blow a piece of hair away from her clammy forehead. “But thanks, honey,” she whispered, adding it as an afterthought. She really was grateful for Debbie’s help and constant care even if she hadn’t been so good at showing her appreciation as of late. Not that Debbie would even bat an eye at the lack of thank you’s. She was all too ready to do anything and everything she could to help Lou.
“You’re amazing, baby,” the brunette murmured, kissing her on the lips this time. “You’re so incredible. I just—just thank you for doing this for us.”
The two sat in silence for a moment, as Lou looked down at her swollen belly, Debbie looking down at her wife, beaming with pride.
And then the moment was gone as another contraction came, Lou gritting her teeth as her hand clamped down against Debbie’s, taking her away from the French braid she was attempting to braid in the blonde’s mangled hair to get her bangs away from her face.
“Fuck, it hurts, Deb.”
“I know,” Debbie sighed with a frown, wishing she could do something to help her. To take the pain away. “Just remember it’ll be over soon. He’ll be here in your arms so soon, baby.”
“He?” Lou asked, turning to Debbie suddenly with a gasp as the grimace disappeared from her face.
“Shit.”
“Debs, we’re having a boy?”
“No,” Debbie lied, her face souring as she shook her head at herself. “How’re you feeling? That last one was closer together. It’s getting close. I can call the nurse back to check on you. Or do you want some ice chips? I can get you some—“
“Debbie,” the blonde laughed, tugging at her wife’s hand as tears pooled in her eyes. “Honey, it’s alright. I just—we’re having a little boy.”
“We’re having a little boy,” Debbie smiled, squeezing Lou’s hand back as she laughed. “I’m so sorry I told you. I didn’t mean to—“
“God, no. Fuck it. I’m thrilled.”
“Thank god you can catch and throw a ball,” Debbie grinned.
“And fix cars,” Lou smirked.
“And can do math to help with homework.”
“And can ride a bike,” Lou winked.
“Lou,” the brunette warned, but Lou kissed the back of her hand making a quiet promise that she was joking. But Debbie didn’t really care that she was lying. She loved how smitten her wife was with their son. Their son.
“I can’t wait to meet him,” Debbie whispered, leaning over to kiss Lou’s belly.
“He’ll be here with us before you know it, Debs,” Lou smiled. “Little Rusty Miller-Ocean.”
I'm solo happy to read you got your dream job! Just by reading your blog and your stories I know you are an amazing person and you deserve all the best!!
Thank you so much🥺 the pandemic/post-law school definitely hit me hard and really challenged my self worth, not gonna lie. It’s been amazing being somewhere where I feel valued, supported, and celebrated for getting to do what I love! (Or maybe it’s just a healthy work environment 🤪) but regardless, I’m super grateful for it!
As you guys know (or may not), I used to have a backlog of all of my writing prompts as a separate tumblr page and tumblr was kind enough one day to make it just go kerplunk 💣. So, I threw together the world’s laziest and simplest website so there was somewhere to find all of my prompts.
But! The amazing @ktaird (whom I cannot thank enough for coming to the rescue on all things organization and cheerleading) has given it a fabulous makeover and taken your wonderful suggestions in tow.
If you’ve been asking for better tags, categories, multiparts in one place, etc. Check out the revamped site! It’s still under the “my writing” link on my page and can be accessed/bookmarked through its own standalone link here. I so hope you enjoy and it makes reading and re-reading a bit smoother and easier!
top lou fucks deb in their office（ lou wears a suit while deb wears skirt？）daddy kink&spank kink （your works are so amazing！）
A bit similar to this linked below!
The Long Con by myself on AO3. You'll be looking for the last chunk of Chapter One specifically lol, but check out the 3-part fic here: (lots of Switch!Lou x Switch!Deb Office smut with plenty of suits and skirt suits to boot)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
“I’ve missed this,” Debbie sighed, her head resting in the crook of the blonde’s neck as she let out a low chuckle.
“I don’t know if we’ve actually ever done this,” Lou smirked, gesturing to the bubble gun.
“Down!” Debbie spoke suddenly as the two squatted to the ground, nearly banging their heads together as they let out a stream of giggles before settling to the ground, sitting back against the wall with a sigh as they waited for Rose.
“Well, we’ve done all we can.”
“Think she can do it?” Debbie asked, looking out at the traffic thoughtfully.
“No,” Lou smiled as Debbie shot her a look of bewilderment. “I know she can, Debs.”
“Scared me for a second, Miller.”
“Had to get my fun in there somewhere, didn’t I?” Lou winked, offering a hand as she made to stand. “Where to after this?”
“Should have the afternoon pretty much to ourselves to do our own planning and coordinating,” Debbie shrugged.
“Hacker, hands, jewels, and fence, right?” Lou thought, blowing into her hands. The air was unseasonably cold for the spring, them both still donning jackets meant more for fall as the wind whipped around them.
“Right.”
“I can cover those first two, no sweat,” Lou decided.
“Excellent,” Debbie hummed, visibly shivering as another gust of wind blew through them, whipping their hair in front of their faces.
“Cold?” Lou asked, as if she hadn’t been feeling the chill herself, only concerned with the brunette.
Debbie gave her a silent nod, her hands shoved in her pockets as she looked up at Lou.
“Come here, honey,” Lou whispered, pulling her into a hug, as Debbie let out an awkward half-squeak, half-gasp at the embrace, still not used to being able to do this. Being able to touch Lou. Feel Lou.
The blonde squeezed her tight, rubbing against her back for a few moments as Debbie hummed happily beneath her, her head tucked against Lou’s chest as she tried to sneak her face into the lapels of her coat and rest her cheek against her blazer, sighing at the smell of familiar cologne and the distinct lack of whiskey and cigarettes that used to couple it.
“Better?” The Australian murmured as Debbie nodded, returning the hug as she wrapped her own arms around Lou, sinking into the familiar feeling of warmth and comfort between them.
“So much better,” Debbie whispered, feeling Lou’s hands dip into the pockets of her coat, seeking their own warmth as she kept hugging her tight, refusing to break the connection between them. The brunette followed suit with a small smile on her lips at the secret cuteness of Lou as she tucked her own hands in Lou’s coat pockets, laughing as she felt her signature lighter and a bundle of cash that definitely hadn’t been there before they’d started their day.
This felt warm. This felt familiar. This felt right.
