#debbie lap dance part 2

[mysticmunson]

late bloomer, part 3

eddie munson x reader

prompt: eddie befriends a cheerleader who’s a bit of a ’ late bloomer’ (part one, part two)

warning: mentions of underage drinking (eddie is 20, the reader is 19), cursing, smut (18+), a bit angsty, mentions of food, submission (let me know if i miss anything)

word count: 4.8k

authors note: today has been rough for eddie stan's but we persist nonetheless. (i started this part before i watched vol 2) while this began as a one-shot, your guy's feedback and love have kept me going. thank you for all your support on my posts and here is part three :) feedback is always appreciated and my requests are open!

While you hadn’t officially announced to everyone that you and Eddie were together, it was fairly apparent. When walking into school, you held hands, but didn’t speak much to others. Both of your respective friend groups were becoming adjusted to this change while the two of you tried to get to know each other better. At school, you would chat during lunch, but usually ended up at your separate tables, for no reason other than getting involved with cheer talk or his Hellfire campaign. During the week, you often had practice and studying, so most of your time together was on the weekends. He would show you different songs on guitar, laughing at how your long nails would mess up the cords.

“I’m not cutting my nails!” You gasped, holding your hands close to your chest as you stood up from his lap. He shrugged, setting his prize possession to the side, putting his hands behind his head and exhaling dramatically. “How will you ever become a rockstar, babe, if you can’t play the cords!” 

“When you decide to wear a cheer skirt and dance, I’ll cut my nails and be as good as Debbie Harry.” You teased, leaning against his dresser, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He winked. Eddie could make you laugh at anything, you used to think it was due to nerves, but as you grew closer, you knew that wasn’t the case.

He even started spending the night, sometimes going to his place where he discovered your fixation on his hair. You would practically beg to brush his hair after being freshly cleaned, finding it pretty cute, he typically indulged and let your delicate hands rummage through. When you would offer for him to brush yours, he did love the way yours smelled like coconuts, he declined out of fear of pulling too hard. “Eds, I’ve had my hair teased to heaven, hairsprayed and then bobby pinned down for security. Your brush won’t rip my hair out.”

Besides Chrissy and Anne, the rest of the squad had no idea until you told them, their faces twisting in confusion while getting dressed for practice. “So does he, like, worship the devil?” Rachel whispered, as if no one could hear her when everyone wanted to know, you shook your head and explained how caring he was, how he was a total nerd who didn’t even like to kill roaches. “He’s also good in the sack!” Anne chimed in, mouth full of a protein bar as you elbowed her ribs, “Ow!”

You faced mild scrutiny from the basketball boys, they decided it was their duty to ‘protect’ you when they were the same ones who made fun of you in the early years of middle school, before you hit puberty and got boobs. “Listen, we know what kind of guy he is, he’s just trying to get with a cheerleader and hex her for power.” Liam said, the other boys nodding in agreement at the lunch table. While the girls sat on one end, the boys usually kept to themselves on the other, but they had a talent of imposing on situations where they didn’t belong. Despite Lucas interjecting that they should just let you be, they persisted, but you thanked him nonetheless. 

While you didn’t try obsessing over people’s opinions on your relationship, you still went to each other's house every weekend, sometimes during the week if you had time. The sex had become more intense, boardering making love at points when he would make you feel like the only woman who had been touched properly, like no one could ever make you feel this good. Only his hands could graze your skin carefully with intensity, like you could break, but he couldn’t help indulging in you. He knew he was falling for you and that terrified him. 

You weren’t sure how the argument started. You were over at Eddie’s trailer after his uncle left for work, going over homework and talking about your week. The topic of his campaign came up, figuring out when the boys were gonna come over after school besides their usual Fridays at school. He said they would do it on the weekends for a few weeks, either meeting at the trailer or Dustin’s, and you simply asked when you would have time to see each other in between with your busy cheer schedule.

“I wasn’t trying to instigate you, Eds, I just don’t get to see you much during the week-” You sighed, pulling your knees to your chest on his bedroom floor, staring at your socks that had little kittens on them. He let out an agitated noise, scribbling some lyrics down on his notebook as he fiddled with his guitar. 

“Well maybe you should find time for me sometimes?” He quipped, not looking at you, sat parallel to him, only he was up on the bed. Your stomach dropped at this question as you had been trying, but you couldn’t help your cheer schedule and how much homework you had. Your parents went out of town a lot for work, a sore subject he learned not to press too much at, but on weeks when they were gone, you would sneak him in. 

“Don’t think I don’t try, please? I know cheer takes up a lot of time, but-” You replied, before a sarcastic laugh left his mouth, just leaving you more confused. You weren’t sure what was going on, he wouldn’t even let you finish a thought, you couldn’t even question him. “So you can care about things that are important to you, but when it comes to me, it’s different.” He sharply said, making you unfold your legs, hoping he would look your way at your open physique.

“No! That’s not what I’m saying, I’ve even been trying to learn DnD for you-” Again, you were cut short by his quick mouth, hiding behind his mop of hair, “You make sacrifices, you want a lot of things, I get it. My stuff isn’t as interesting as yours is, don’t hurt yourself.” He mumbled, clearly irritated at your presence, but the words stung, hard. Letting the silence hang, you breathed deeply before standing up and grabbing your backpack. 

“I’m just gonna walk home, call me when you want to talk.” Turning on your heels, leaving with no objection. The first few minutes you spent pondering if you had said something to upset him, if you had forgotten an important date, but nothing came to mind. Things became even more complicated when the walk to your house had a detour due to road construction, adding an extra mile on top of the original two. The cherry on top at half a mile? Rain. Pouring rain that fell like a wall cascading over you, trying to hide under a tree that was missing leaves, completely soaking you. The tears that began to fall felt futile with the rain, making them blend together. 

You felt 10 inches tall, walking with your arms glued to your chest, shivering at the cool weather. Your makeup began to run, making your vision even worse, but you kept going. You had two miles left and all you wanted to do was crawl into a hole. Thunder began crashing, a scream leaving your lips in frustration, “Fuck!” You thought all hope was lost, that you were taking a bath in your own soaked clothes, until a voice came from behind. 

“Hey! Need a ride?” Nancy asked, pulling up beside you with her window cracked, you couldn’t help the grateful smile that appeared on your face. You warned her of your drenched clothes, but she shrugged, leaning over to pop open the door. “Shit, Nance, you’re the best. Thank you.” She gave you a sweet smile, driving off, “Is it cool if we stop at my place first? Steve is meeting me there, I still have some clothes of yours left there.” You agreed, but questioned why he was there.

“We’re still friends, I’m still with Jonathan. Steve and Robin had to take Dustin and Mike home from the Family Video store since those dipshits also got stuck in the rain.” She laughed, joining in at the thought of Steve Harrington playing babysitter to kids you knew since diapers. You had been friends with Steve in high school as he had been on the basketball team, he was always a nice guy. She had mentioned Eddie, but you left it at “We’re good.” Not really feeling a need to completely fill her in just yet, in the midst of an argument. When you pulled up to her house, ushering up to her bathroom. 

“Hold tight, I’ll grab some clothes for you, you can go ahead and get in the shower though.” She said lovingly, knowing deep down this had to have been a bad scenario for you to have been walking in the rain. You nodded, stripping and stepping into the hot water. Sandbox friendships had a certain understanding to them, you may have not spoken to Nancy daily, but if it came down to it, you were there for each other. You remembered the time Steve accidentally spilled punch all over her at a party a few years ago, somehow leading to their break up, and saw her storming out. 

“Nancy is everything ok-” The words fell short at her clearly drunk and crying face. Pulling her into your chest despite the stench of alcohol covering her, you consoled her and brought her to your house. You did the same thing she did tonight, got her in the shower while you fetched some warm clothes, almost as if you expected this from one another. Giving a call to Mrs. Wheeler to say she had passed out at your house and was spending the night, you stayed up talking and eating chips, shit talking every guy in Hawkins with a laugh.

You heard the door open as Nancy dropped your clothes on the white countertops, exchanging them for your soaked ones as you thanked her. You rinsed off any left over soap, opting to get out before you cried even more. The dread filled your brain, did Eddie even realize it had begun storming? Did he even look for you? He probably fell asleep and will wake up when it’s done, wondering why you didn’t even attempt to call him. You exited the bathroom, wearing shorts and an old summer camp shirt from middle school. You smiled at the fact you knew Nancy had a matching one somewhere deep in her closet. You walked to the living room to find her, Robin, Steve, Mike, and Dustin as they watched a movie Steve probably snagged from work.

“You look like a wet dog.” Mike said, earning a smack on the back of his head from you before sitting beside Robin. You didn’t know Robin as well, only being in one or two classes together, but you gave her a warm smile before directing your attention to the anonymous movie. Steve went on a long tangent about how the flick wasn’t realistic, how he could tell there were wires holding a man up as he began to ‘fly’. 

The six of you continued watching until it was finished, eventually laughing at how crappy it was. Robin popped out the tape, putting it in the sleeve and into her bag, “That may just be the worst thing I’ve ever seen and one time I walked in on Steve talking to his hair.”

“It was having a bad day!” He exclaimed, like that made it any better. You laughed, ruffling his hair from across the couch, trying to bite your hand. After talking about random things for a few minutes, from the weather to the movie to even school, Nancy offered to take you home. “Are you guys hungry? I am, we should go get food.” Robin suggested, Mike and Dustin had gone off to his room, leaving only the older kids. You agreed, not wanting to reach the reality of the situation at hand yet, plus nothing soothed the soul like food. 

You piled in the car, sitting in the front seat as Nancy drove, Robin and Steve arguing about where we should go. Eventually settling on pizza, you went to a local place where the men came straight from Florence, Italy. The pizza was heavenly, none of you being able to say much since you shoved food in every second. It felt nice to be in their company, especially since Steve and Nancy had graduated and Robin didn’t engage in extracurriculars like you did. You thought about what Eddie said, despite his rude approach, maybe cheer was consuming your time. In a few days, you would have tryouts for football season, and you had already been debating not rejoining. It was nice to not talk about school related things with people.

“How's Eddie?” Robin asked, taking a bite of the greasy pizza and wiping her hands with napkins. Your face dropped for a brief moment, taking a sip of your Coke, “Uh we’re good, getting adjusted, but good.” Thankfully the conversation derailed to Steve's failing love life, joking about Tammy from sophomore year who had a failed singing career. After you all finished, you asked Nancy to take you home which was close by. 

“Should I get changed and come back with the clothes?” You asked, stepping out of the car, popping open your umbrella. “Don’t worry about it, it's your clothes anyways, I’ll see you soon.” She grinned as the others waved from the back seat, watching as both of them tried lunging for the front with Robin eventually succeeding. You chuckled, running towards your front door, and dropping the covering at the porch. You reached in your bag for your keys, fiddling with the various gum wrappers and lip gloss tubes until you heard the jingle.

You opened the door, Luna strutting at your feet with a meow as you cooed, giving her a quick pet. As you shut the door, the memories of a few hours ago returned swiftly, wondering if you should call Eddie or give him space. As you reached your bedroom, you didn’t have time to contemplate as he was pacing around, fingers fiddling with his bottom lip.

“Oh shit!” You screeched, grabbing a pocket knife from your purse as his hands raised, mildly intimidated and surprised by the weapon kept in your purse. You put it back when you realized who it was, sighing and rubbing your face. 

“Oh fuck, babe, I’m so sorry. I started driving around when you left and I checked your usual route, but it was closed. Then it started raining, shit, I’m so sorry.” He confessed, pulling you into a hug in his chest where you couldn’t help melting into. His arms reminded you of safety and, no matter if you were mad at him, you couldn’t be for long. 

“You were mean, Eddie. I was so cold and wet and the only reason I’m not right now is because Nancy saw me walking home.” You mumbled into his shoulder, his heart dropping and holding you tighter. “I know, I was just being a dick. I know you try to balance school and cheer and taking care of your house. I just feel like sometimes what I do isn’t as important as what you do. Which isn’t an excuse! I just, gah, I don’t know!” He exasperated, clearly trying to find a way to explain himself, but you pulled away as his doe eyes watched.

“Eddie, what you do is really important to me, I try figuring out what you’re into and what you like. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.” He nodded, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, “I know my schedule is busy, but I don’t want you to think I’m not trying. This is still really new to me and I worry about everything! I want to be good for you, Eds! I know being a cheerleader has a reputation, especially when the guys we cheer for are Jason, but it’s more than that. I’m more than that Eddie! I’m not even doing cheer after this season so I can work on myself, on us, on anything I think I should work on! I’m sorry if that makes me selfish, but I want this to work for us, I need this to work.”

He looked at you thoroughly, making sure you were finished to not cut you off as he did earlier. He was at a loss for words, having spent his whole life not having people supporting him to lead to this moment. Where the girl he was falling head over heels for would make it her mission to be with him despite him trying to push her away in fear.

“I’m sorry I was such a dick, you didn’t deserve it at all. You’re nothing, but kind, patient, and understanding, no matter what dumb shit I do. I was just nervous, I guess, no one’s actually tried to ‘get’ me. I’m not used to having people in my corner, I thought you would eventually get scared and dip and have the whole basketball team jump me in the parking lot.” He lightly joked at the end, but your face remained serious, “I don’t even know what to say, you’re the best, and I’m so sorry you had to walk in the rain too. Are you warm? Do you need a bath or my jacket or a blanket or-” You cut off his rambling by kissing him, hands going behind his neck as his met your hips. 

“I know you didn’t mean it, Eddie, but I also don’t have a great track record. My parents are never around either and I was bullied, like, all of elementary school. We can do this together, as cheesy as that sounds, I don’t want you to feel alone. I also would never send the basketball players after you, if anything I’d use the wrestlers, the captain has been trying to bang me since freshman year.” You laughed, a smile appearing till the last sentence when his eyes rolled. You stood there in silence for a moment, enjoying the peaceful moment, but Eddie’s skin was aching to touch you.

“I love you, like, a lot. Is that cool or?” He asked, making you laugh with a nod, “I love you, like, a lot too.” Mimicking him and his nervousness. Your lips meant one another’s again, a bit more heated due to the emotionally heightened day. What Eddie lacked with words was articulated with body language. Gripping your sides to sit you on his lap, trailing his hands to grab your ass, pulling you closer in the process. Soft grunts left his mouth when you both pulled for the occasional breath. He became louder when your lips went to his neck, leaving a trail of beautiful red blotches in its wake. 

While all apologies were accepted and done, you wanted him badly, to prove to him you were trying. When he laid back against your pillows, he watched as you scooted down to fiddle with his pants. His mind focused on the inevitable dick worshiping, but yours trailed to the handcuffs placed between his belt and jeans. 

“You know our safe word, right?” You asked innocently, pulling one strap from the loop as he looked at you with confusion. “Yeah, cinnamon.” He puffed, imagining what kind of position or deed you would beg from him. His hands that were placed at his navel, relaxed, were grasped swiftly by your delicate hand. You cuffed his hands and placed them above your head board, his eyes practically popping out. His breath caught in his chest before you returned to his waist, slowly opening his zipper. While he wasn’t used to this behavior from you, he was hard quickly, biting his lip, “Shit baby-“

“Don’t speak unless I say, okay?” You stated, cold, before going back to your task at hand, yanking off his jeans and boxers. You laid down between his bare legs, grabbing them and kissing up. “I love your thighs, have I ever said that?” You could see his cheeks get flushed, watching his face contort when you nip at his skin. You kissed around his cock, keeping eye contact to see his tough exterior crumble with each touch. He groaned, thrusting into the air for some more friction, but you bit down hard.

“Fuck!” He yelped, clenching his eyes when you lapped your tongue against the mark. You straddled his thighs, watching him twitch in front of you, a sadistic laugh erupting from your mouth. You pouted at the black shirt he still wore, grabbing the pocket knife from your bag on the floor, slicing open the shirt till you could throw it to the ground. You took the time to undress yourself, a soft grunt from the man beneath you when you took your bra off. You ran your hand up his tattooed chest, resting your index and middle finger against his mouth, pushing them in smoothly. His eyes stayed on yours when they departed to land on your clit, gasping as you placed pressure. 

“You are not coming unless I say so, do you understand? Is it okay that I don’t have a condom?” You questioned, lining him up to your entrance, making sure he nodded before finally sinking down. Eddie let out a soft whine as you made it halfway, taking a deep breath to gather yourself. It amazed you how no matter what mindset you were in, whenever you connected this intimately, you wanted him to take control. You shook the thought from your brain as you went all the way, an unintentional gasp slipping out before you could cover your mouth. You forced yourself to place your hands on his chest, stuttering your hips as you tried to gain rhythm.

Eddie’s eyes followed your moves, taking note of your usual cues. He was taken aback by your brass moves so far, enchanted by the way you manhandled him with ease. But he could tell you were beginning to fall. Your once abrupt boldness was simmering as you rocked against him, feeling overwhelmed by your own emotions and the comforting feeling of having him inside you. Your hands scrunched against his chest, tears falling down your cheek with a soft whimper. 

“Princess?” He whispered, your eyes clenching tighter in embarrassment from being on top of the world to submission in moments. You didn’t respond, curling in on yourself as his heart clenched. He knew you were trying, not wanting to back down, but he also knew he needed to take care of you. It had been an intense day for you both, he needed to bring you pleasure for his own form of closure between the sheets. “I know you can hear me, baby, I’m gonna take care of you, okay? I just need you to grab the keys for the handcuffs.” Slowly, your shaking hands inched towards the wooden chair near your bed where his pants were, grasping the keys from the pocket as he put his hands in front of you. A cry left your mouth as you tried to unlock it, but he cooed, “You’re okay, you’re okay. You got it.”

As the clank sounded, he grabbed you close to his chest to roll over, wiping your tears away as you avoided eye contact. He pulled out, laying against you, checking in to make sure you still wanted to continue and you agreed. He cradled your face for a minute, trying to bring you solace in your vulnerable state. As your breathing regulated, facial features relaxing, he pushed his tip inside. Your walls fluttered around him, making you sigh pleasantly. “Good girl.” He mumbled against the shell of your ear, thrusting gently till he bottomed out. 

“I’m sorry I can’t be what you want.” You murmured, finally looking at him with hands in his hair, “I-I wanted to be something you liked, you like edgy things and I wanted to be exciting for you. To do something you like, I don’t want you to get bored of me.”  You revealed demurely, chest heaving against his, hips stilling as you felt full. Tucking strands of hair behind your ear, he felt the weight of his own words sink again. He never wanted you to feel this way, never in a million years.

“You mean a lot to me, okay? I haven’t loved anyone the way I love you. The way you accidentally trip over my shoes when we hold hands because you stand too close, when you giggle and I literally believe I’m being transcended from Earth, you make me feel on top of the world.” He divulged, “You make me unbelievably happy by just being yourself, I never want you to do anything you don’t want to for me okay? Unless it’s listening to Iron Maiden because I promise just give them a fourth chance and you’ll love it!” You giggled, making him feel like he was in the presence of an angel, “I’ve never been this vulnerable before and that scares me, I didn’t want you to leave. And you never have to apologize to me for being honest.”

His final words made your heart flutter, smiling softly as he leaned your forehead against yours. 

“I love you, a lot, and I would give Iron Maiden a million chances for you. You make me so happy, Eds, I’m so happy when we spend time together. I feel like nothing can hurt me when I’m with you.” His eyes deepened at your words, moving himself inside you, “No one can hurt you when you're with me.” He moaned, fucking you intensely as you meweled, grabbing his shoulders. He grabbed one of your hands, lacing it in his, kissing it. The action alone made you clench and him snicker, “You’re so cute, sweet girl.” Your legs wrapped around his waist as he felt you grow closer. 

Placing your spare hand on your clit to stimulate your nerves to put you on the edge. The feeling of him inside you with no plastic had you practically feral, begging him repeatedly. He could barely contain himself as you somehow felt tighter than ever, your moans like a symphony. “C-can we come together, baby?” He mustered, breath becoming more rigid as you agreed and placing his lips on yours. When he felt you begin to squeeze, he let go with you, thinking he’s never come so much in his life. Your fronts pressed together as you both arched your backs in pleasure, immediately finding your lips again when you shuttered his name.

He coaxed his way out of your bed despite your pleas, grabbing a towel to clean you both up like normal. He watched as chills creeped up your body, the warm rag still being too much for your fragile state. Your eyes in a slight daze, watching him as he shot you a wink. You looked away coyly, covering yourself in the pink sheets you had for years. 

“You know, I usually like to give you my shirt afterwards, but, ya know.” He held up the torn up black shirt, making you choke on a laugh. He fell dramatically on the bed when you made grabby hands, face between your breasts and looking up at you. You laid together doing your usual pillow talk on what movie you had seen or what moves he had made in his campaign. You were glad that the tension from just a few hours ago was dissolved.

“You gotta tell me everything you do, capeesh? I want a front row seat to everything, even if I have to stare at Jason’s dumb face the whole time.” He huffed, rolling his eyes at the thought of the thumb head who ladies seemed to adore. He hated school events, especially during his third senior year, but he would do it just to see you smile.

“Don’t worry, babe, I don’t even like looking at him. I won’t have you succumb to the same fate.” You joked as he smirked, “I do want to be there for your Dungeons and Dragons campaigns because I still don’t understand what makes you the Dungeon Master.”

“Shit, you should start calling me Dungeon Master more often, maybe we can incorporate that in bed like you can be a girl I steal-” You cut him off by squishing his cheeks together, shaking his face until he yanked away and pinned you to the bed. “Whatever you say, Master.”

“Oh yeah, you’re definitely calling me that more often, princess.”

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[blackacre13]

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.”

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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[marvelfansince08love]

Jealousy Sin

Word Count: 4397

Pairing: Lou Miller x Tammy x Reader - Established Poly Relationship

Prompts “You’re so pretty” “And you are drunk, darling”, “Wait, say that again”, “Go fuck yourself,” “How about you fuck me yourself, you coward?!”, “Come on now, dear. Let’s not torture her any longer”

Warning: NSFW 18+, bad smut writing lmao. 

A/N; @existentialcrisiscat​ thank you for sending in this request and look just in time for your birthday tomorrow! I send you my best wishes and I hope you enjoy this early bday present, July babies are the best! 

Thank you @imnotasuperhero​ for reading over this! Second attempt at poly smut so enjoy the mess lmao!

Permanent Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome​ @natasha-danvers​

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Prompts 14,16,20,39 “You know that the heart of a shrimp is located in its head and that a snail can sleep for 2 to 3 years continuously,” You excite, reciting from a ‘50 fun facts’ book Constance left lying around the lounge area of Lou’s apartment building. Your back against Tammy’s side with your legs stretched out on the sofa while she twirls a strand of your hair around her finger loosely peeking over to look at the ridiculous book. You hear Lou scoff from the open kitchen, making her way to where you are.  She hands you both a glass of wine each before grabbing a hold of your ankles and lifting them up from the sofa so she can sit close to you; your legs now stretched out across her lap. 

“That’s ridiculous babe. You read the weirdest stuff.” She teases, tickling your feet lightly making you squirm and yelp slightly at the sudden sensation making her eyes twinkle with mischief. 

“Hey! It’s true, see!” You turn the book around for her to read. 

“She’s right Lou. They are real facts,” Tammy defends teasing the older woman slightly, knowing that it’s usually you against them. You smile smugly at her as she snatches the book from you grumbling about ‘the mess that girl brings every time she’s round here’ making you and Tammy laugh. The back and forth exchange continues for some time as you all enjoy a rare peaceful night in; with another successful heist for the two woman and your new promotion underway, the lighthearted mood continues into the late night with loving kisses exchanged and sweet caresses as you all stumble into bed, tangled up in sheets and limbs as hot wet kisses are pressed on warm glistening skin. 

Being with Lou and Tammy for the past six month has been the most wonderful ride you have ever been on and you never want it to stop. 

Pure Paradise

Two weeks later 

Over the past two weeks the little bubble you three had created started to show cracks leaving you feeling insecure and down right pissed off. You see, being with two women who lead a life of crime no matter how elegantly and successfully they do it, can be difficult. Their planning has to be precise with no page left unturned, if one thing goes wrong it could mean prison for them and no one wants that. They’ve only ran one big heist since you started dating but you were in your honeymoon phase with them back then, they could do no wrong in your eyes. The less frequent phone calls and texts were justified when the two women hung the moon in your mind: 

‘It’s a big job they have. They need to focus and make sure it goes right, they still love and care for you the same, Y/N’. Debbie would remind you quietly away from the others, always aware and seeing behind the fake persona. 

“You are not going out, Y/N. That’s final.” You stand in your black turtleneck dress and heels, arms crossed in defiance. 

“Yes, I am. I’m celebrating my promotion with my colleagues whether you two like it or not.” 

“Come on, darling. Stay with us we had this reservation booked for tonight for weeks,” Tammy pleads slightly a little confused by your decline. You usually love date nights, especially when it involves the two of them and  food from your favourite restaurant. 

“Why are you being like this Y/N? You’ve been distant the last week and a half and don’t think we haven’t noticed you sneaking out of our room in the middle of the night to sleep in the guest room.” You scoff at the word ‘our’. 

‘It hasn’t been our room for the last two weeks’ You think spitefully. 

“Why do you even care Lou! You and Tammy have been so busy with each other the past two weeks, you barely noticed me leave last week for TWO DAYS Lou. It took two days for either of you to message me and then when I am here you’re both hovering over building prints and potential crew members, I understand that this isn’t something I’m a part of but you could at least act like me not being a part of this doesn’t affect our relationship!” You shout aiming your anger at both women. While Tammy has the decency to look guilty and slightly apologetic, Lou’s face turns hard and cold. 

“I’m sorry if our job has taken an importance over yours for once! We thought you understood what you were getting yourself into when we asked you to be a part of our lives Y/N, stop being a clingy brat and grow up.” Lou rages, her chest raising and falling heavily. Tammy takes a step forward to chastise Lou for her burst of anger but before she can intervene you hold up a hand indicating for Tammy to stop as you chuckle humorlessly with unushered tears, speechless. You shake your head in disbelief before grabbing your clutch and rushing for the door and heading into the night. 

***

The bar is crowded, full of warm bodies pressed closely together as the dim blue lights glow over the dance floor. You feel the rush of alcohol swarm your mind making you dizzy as you sway lightly to the beat of the sound, you notice your phone illuminate with missed calls and worried texts from your significant others. Your pissed and upset state had quickly changed once you had hit your first bottle of wine and twirled around on the dance floor with your colleagues after some time and a few tequila shots later, the fight you had with them seems miles away. You feel funny and brave as you see Tammy’s name flash on your phone and press the green icon to answer. 

“Well... hello gorgeous,” You flirt, your voice deep and slurred. 

“Y/N? I can’t hear you much. Darling, please tell me where you are so I can come and get you and bring you home to us?” You scoff at that before stumbling towards the smoking area by the front of the club. 

“Tam-Tam, I’m fine. Apparently I’m a brat and this is what brats do right?” You mock, hearing Lou sigh slightly in the background:

 ‘Is that her? Let me talk to her’ You hear Tammy hush her as if batting her hand away from the phone making you giggle. 

Tammy has always been the calmer mediator between you and Lou. 

‘You drive her crazy with your bratty ways Y/N’ Tam teased one evening her hand wrapped tightly around your waist as you shrugged in fake innocence  while watching Lou struggle to contain herself from across the room at her makeshift bar where she stood with Rose and Debbie, you and Tammy knew that the dress you were wearing was a little on the short side and showed your chest off beautifully driving them both wild, especially Lou. 

“Baby you know she didn’t mean it… you know how hot headed she can get,” Tammy murmurs, bringing an offended ‘hey’ out of Lou in the background. You roll your eyes and huff, knowing how right she is. 

“Why don’t you tell me where you are darling? We miss you,” Tammy confesses softly, making your heart flutter slightly. But with dutch courage in your system, you simply roll your eyes. 

“Well it doesn’t feel like you have missed me at all,” You murmur, leaning heavily against the wall of the club watching the nightlife before you. 

“You know that's not true and I’m only going to ask you this one more time Y/N. Where are you?” 

“Eye spy with my little eye, something being with L.” You giggle at your attempt of humour giggling loudly as Tammy huffs on the other side of the phone. 

“Hilarious babe, really.” 

“You're supposed to say Lamppost,silly!” You exclaim, hiccuping in between your sentence making you giggle once more.

“I’m coming to get you,” Tammy states, you can hear her moving around as if gathering her keys and heading for the door but not before hearing her and Lou argue about who’s going to get you. You sigh in defeat, knowing you have had far too much to drink and secretly want to go home so you can wrap yourself up in their warmth. 

“I’m at Russo’s.” You mumble, sulking in defeat before hanging up. Your colleague Matt pops his head out of the door scanning the smoking area, looking for you. He sees you and waves before striding over. 

“Hey Y/N! Come back inside, Lucy is bringing another round to the table. We’re celebrating in style tonight sweetheart.” You cringe subtly at the pet name before smiling weakly at him. 

“I’m actually waiting for my ride. I think I’ve reached my limit for the night.” You try to joke making him laugh a little too much, he steps closer to you and leans against the wall next to you as he lights a cigarette before offering you one. You shake your head in decline before scanning the street hoping to see Tammy’s ‘soccer mom’ car. 

“You look amazing tonight, by the way. Those two women sure are lucky.” Matt compliments, his eyes scanning you from head to toe lingering too long on your chest making you wrap your leather jacket around you, hiding from his lustful look. You step back to try and put some distance between you. 

“Oh uh, thank you and if anyone should be the lucky one it’s definitely me.” You state trying to put the point across. 

Fuck off!

“Have you ever thought of expanding this ‘little relationship’ to four people or is it a women’s only type of thing?” You gape at him in disgust as he shrugs his shoulders and smiles cheekily thinking he’s being charming. Before you can retaliate you feel a strong arm wrap around you from behind, making you smile slightly knowing that familiar pull of electricity.

“We are perfectly happy with the three of us Mr.Lawson, if you would kindly remove yourself away from my girlfriend before I send you back in there with an even higher pitched voice than before that would be much appreciated,” Tammy suggests, her voice hard and commanding making you shiver slightly at her authoritative tone. She stands tall in her heels, putting herself slightly in front of you, blocking his view of you. You watch as he gulps and stutters over his words, his face red in embarrassment as he stumbles an apology before heading back inside. You go to tease her about throwing her top energy around like that in front of others outside of the bedroom but her face shows that she’s in no laughing mood, you throw her your most doe eyed look making her sigh in defeat; never being able to stay mad at you. 

“Come on baby, let’s get you home.” She mutters into your ear as she pulls you closer to her side while guiding you over towards her car. 

You fumble around trying to get comfortable in the seat, once situated you relax against the warm seat as it heats up around you making you sigh contently. You lean your head to the side and face Tammy, taking in her soft features and full lips as the street lights hit her side profile making her look like an angel. 

“You’re so pretty,” You mumble to her, as you brush a finger across her cheek lightly and tuck a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“And you are drunk, darling,” She teases back dismissively, although her soft smile and tinge of pink on her cheeks shows how affected she is by your statement. You grin lazily at her as you feel sleep succumb bringing you into darkness. 

***

You wake by the sound of Tammy’s whispering voice coaxing you awake. 

“Come on darling, you need to wake up. You can’t stay in here all night,” She whispers, shaking you slightly. 

“5 more minutes, mom.” You mumble, turning away from her making her laugh out loud which causes you to wake, eyes wide at your slip up. 

“Wait, say that again.” She asks, subtly getting her phone out. 

“You better put that phone away Tammy or I’m going to stay with Debbie for the night.” You threaten, knowing how jealous her and Lou get whenever Debbie flirts with you to tease her best friends; which you are more than happy to go along with. She scowls playfully. 

“Fine fine, come on then, you lightweight. We better get in before Lou sends out a search party for the both of us.” She murmurs, climbing out of her side and walking around to help you out of the car. You frown suddenly realising that it was only Tammy who came to get you. 

“Is she still really mad at me?” You ask sadly, starting to sober up slightly and relaying the fight from earlier in your head.

Tammy helps you out of the vehicle and wraps an arm around your waist before giving you a reassurance kiss on your temple. 

“Yes… but not as pissed off as she was earlier on. She… we both know we’ve been rather neglectful of you lately and we promise to make it up to you.” She confesses, her eyes showing how sorry she is. 

“I’m sorry for acting out like I did… I know how important it is to make sure the job runs smoothly, I should have been more understanding. I’m sorry Tam-Tam.’ You apologise, pecking her cheek lightly. 

You both walk steadily through the front door but stop in your tracks when you notice Lou sitting casually on one of the single chairs in the living room area, her legs spread wide in her black suit pants and white open button shirt revealing a peek of her black bra making you and Tammy gulp. 

“Lou I..” She holds her hand up, silencing your apology. 

“Did he touch you?” You frown in confusion not fully understanding her meaning.

“Who?” 

“That guy from work, did he touch you?” 

“How do you know about th-” 

“Nine-ball,” you all say in unison, although Lou and Tammy’s casual tone in answer contrasting with your pissed off one doesn’t go unnoticed by either woman. 

“You were checking up on me through the security cameras!? Nice to know that not only am I a selfish brat, I'm also an unloyal one,” You snap towards them both as Tammy reaches for your hand, making you step back. 

“You know that’s not the reason, love. We didn’t know where you were, we needed to make sure you were safe,” Lou reasons for them both while Tammy nods in agreement, moving towards the middle space between you and Lou. 

“Oh because you care so much, fuck you both and your possessive asses.” You snapped in reply.

“Trust me, you haven’t seen me possessive yet sweetheart.” She says cockily as Tammy hums in agreement, clearly staying mutual within this argument you think sarcastically. 

“Well maybe I should go back out there and find him then, let’s see the real Tammy and Lou.“ You taunt, watching as both Tammy and Lou’s eyes flash dark, making your confident smug attitude flutter slightly. 

“Go fuck yourself,”  Lou spats clearing hitting a nerve, making you retaliate. 

“How about you fuck me yourself, you coward?!” You fight back, not realising that during your heated argument Tammy had slowly made her way behind you. You watch as Lou’s tense figure deflates. Her crystal blues flash with lust, swallowing quietly knowing that look all too well; the look that haunts your wet dreams whenever you’re apart from them.

“Is that what you want Y/N, you want us to show you who you belong to?” Lou questions grinning slightly, knowing that's exactly what you want while standing from the chair and stalking over towards you. She rolls up her sleeves slowly revealing the tattoos on her forearm as Tammy stands behind you placing her hands on either side of your hip keeping you in place, smirking knowingly. You shiver in anticipation, loving when they both take control over you. 

“I dunno Lou. Do you think she deserves it after the stunt she’s pulled tonight?”  Tammy questions Lou as if you weren’t trapped between the two women as Lou creeps dangerously closer, you bite your lip trying to hold back a moan as you feel Tammy’s wet tongue trace the shell of your ear. You watch as those blue eyes grow darker as they follow the direction of Tammy’s tongue carefully. Lou presses her front against your own; chest to chest, her nose brushing over yours before moving over your cheekbone and towards your ear, you watch from the corner of your eye as Tammy and Lou share a heated kiss over your shoulder making you groan loudly. This seems to draw their attention away from each other, their matching grins doing nothing to help the creeping wave of pleasure that ignites deep within your core. 

“Oh look Tam, it seems our darling girl wants our attention. Do you think we should give it to her?” 

‘Yes!’ You scream internally. Tammy laughs and takes sympathy to your doe-eyed expression gently cupping your face and turning you slightly towards her so she can place a chaste kiss on your lips. 

“I think we should... Besides we owe her an apology, I’m sure we can make it up to her.” Tammy mutters between placing quick wet kisses along the side of your jaw and neck. With that Lou swoops in and lifts you over her shoulder making you yelp out loud causing Tammy to giggle at her girlfriend’s actions before she slaps your ass and shushes you while she races ahead up the stairs, her hips swaying showing Lou her plump behind. You hear Lou growl low at Tammy’s teasing demeanor as she follows slowly after her up the stairs mindful of you being over her shoulder.

“Oh, am I just some sort of slave that you can carry around, you caveman?” You accuse, earning you a slap on the ass. 

“Ow! Watch it Miller. You know how tender my ass is,” 

“And I can’t wait to see that gorgeous ass all red on our bed, baby.” You squirm at that making Lou chuckle. 

She carries you into your shared bedroom before slowly lowering you down making you brush fronts as your feet touch the ground. She places a tender kiss to your mouth before looking over your shoulder and grinning, her eyes filled with glee and admiration. You turn around to face the bed, understanding Lou’s expression. Sitting upright against the headboard on top of satin sheets wearing a black lingerie babydoll set is Tammy. You lick your lips at the sight of her, drinking her in. 

“Did you have this on underneath those ‘mom’ clothes?” You tease, watching her roll her eyes at your poorly timed humor, loving it nevertheless. Her smirk confirms your suspicions. You watch as she slowly makes her way towards you both crawling on her hands and knees until she reaches the bottom of the bed, she kneels tall and beckons you both closer. You follow her call like a pirate to a siren as you are about to touch her, Lou wraps an arm around you, her chin against your shoulder. 

“You are far too overdressed,” she whispers huskily into your ear, as she slowly unzips the back of your dress letting it fall to the floor in a heap before placing sweet kisses along your shoulder blades and spanking your ass hard. You close your eyes at the sensation  and the feeling of cold air hitting against your warm skin, you feel a second pair of hands skim over your front tracing light touches across your chest before wrapping gently around your neck pulling your forward an inch as full luscious lips meet your own making you both moan in unison. You open your eyes and meet deep brown pools so full of love and passion. 

“Now, who's the one overdressed?” You tease making Tammy smirk mischievously before you both draw your attention to Lou who has left staggered marks along your neck and shoulder. She pulls away slightly and smirks as she unfastens the buttons of her dress shirt, you crotch in front of her and yank her suit trousers down in one sweep letting her step of them, you kiss your way back up her body while Tammy pushes her shirt off her shoulders, leaving us all equally in some state of undressed. Tammy grabs hold of your hand and pulls you towards the bed letting you fall onto your back as she crawls to lie beside you leaving trails of kisses up your body, you eye Lou who stands tall and confident at the foot of the bed in just her briefs; her bra now discarded into the pile of clothes on the floor. She slowly makes her way onto the bed as she licks, bites and kisses her way up your leg towards your inner thigh making you moan and clench slightly. 

“You can only cum if one of us says okay baby girl.” Tammy commands softly into your ear, you whimper and nod your head in agreement as Lou pulls your panties down your leg before placing a light kiss against your wet heat making you shudder at the sensitive flesh. Before you could catch your breath Lou dives her tongue deep into your entrance, fucking you with her tongue as Tammy wraps her mouth around your sensitive nipple biting gently, making you moan out loud with pleasure. They both continue their tongue motion over and over again making your body hot and wet with need for release but with Tammy’s words swirling around in your head, you hold off from releasing your pleasure. Lou slowly removes her tongue from your wet folds and presses a kiss on your clit before soaring forward to Tammy and kissing her hard and clumsily letting her tongue tangle with hers, they both moan enjoying the taste of you. You lick your lips at the raw sight of them both above you and whine for their attention as they both look back towards you once again. 

“Come on now. Dear. Let’s not torture her any longer,” Tammy teases, pulling away from Lou’s lips.

Lou moves to your other side and lets her tongue skim across your bottom lip before pressing her pale lips more firmly against your own, you feel another pair of lips on your own; the taste of vanilla lingers on your mouth knowing Tammy has joined you both in the fight for dominance as tongues tangle and clash together. You pull apart slowly savouring the moment before Tammy moves south towards your legs, wrapping her delicate hands around your ankles and pulling you further down the bed slightly. You frown in confusion before realising she was making room for Lou to sit comfortably above you with her thighs on either side of your face, you can see her arousal from above you making you whimper in want, licking your lips eagerly. You can practically hear the smirk in her voice: 

“Always so eager baby,” she teases, lowering herself a little bit more towards your awaiting mouth. You flick the tip of your tongue over her clit making her squirm and gasp you grin smugly knowing exactly where she likes it the most before taking the sensitive bundle of nerves between your teeth and wrapping your mouth around it, sucking hard. Your mouth releases her clit momentarily as you gasp at the feeling of two cold fingers filling your entrance and curling, hitting your most sensitive spot making you cry out as Tammy picks up her pace. 

“So wet and needy tonight darling.” She mutters before diving between your legs and taking your clit into her mouth. You feel Lou’s thighs tighten a fraction around your head making you refocus back onto the enjoyable task of making Lou come. You all continue to rile each other up, picking up your pace, thrusting your tongue deeper into her heat as you grind your hips further onto Tammy’s fingers. Tammy moans as she moves to sit in between your thigh as you bend your knee just enough to add pressure against her wet folds allowing her to grind herself against your bare skin, you bring your thumb over to her clit rubbing the sensitive nerves hard making her moan loudly. The room fills with loud cries of passion as desperate bodies continue to thrust against one another, the knot in your stomach begins to become tighter, you squint your eyes trying to hold off your orgasm. 

“Come for us baby, I want to hear you scream.” Lou breathes above you as she grinds hard one more time before allowing her own release. Lou removes herself from above you and lies lazily on her side facing you both, rubbing her fingers over her heat while she watches you and Tammy continue to grind roughly against one another; your fingers working faster and deeper as you both throw your head back in pure ecstasy letting yourself ride out your orgasm on Tammy’s fingers. Tammy collapses against your glistening skin leaning her head against your shoulder as you brush your fingertips softly against her back making her purr ever so slightly. Lou moves from her position and sits upright against the headboard gesturing for you both to join her, Tammy removes herself from your lap as you crawl over to Lou’s awaiting arms and curl into her side. Tammy moves to your other side and drapes an arm over your waist resting her hand gently on Lou’s hip, brushing her thumb back and forth; resting her forehead between your shoulder blades. You feel Tammy’s warm breath against your glistening skin as she speaks softly. 

“You belong with us Y/N. Don’t ever think we don’t love you or want you...we wouldn’t be us without you” With that said, she presses a light kiss to your back while Lou hums in agreement pulling you closer, her arm reaching across locking you in between their embrace, you smile cheekily.

“So does this mean I’m still a brat?” 

A slight pinch to your hip bone is your only reply. 

#lou miller x reader #tammy x reader #I'm a hoe for lou miller and Tammy #prompt request #oceans 8 #lou x tammy #poly relationship #smut fic #cate blanchett x reader #sarah paulson x reader

[brelione]

Marvel Movies (Rafe,Topper,Kelce X Reader)

This takes place about a month after this.

Mentions of choking,fighting,Captain America Spoilers,Kelce being a Disney Hoe

Series Masterlist

You could hear the sound of “Lost In The Woods” from frozen two along with the sound of a car door shutting.You grinned,looking outside your window to see Kelce walking up to your front door.He had been obsessed with the sound track since you,Rafe,Topper and him had watched it last weekend.He swung open your door,pointing at you. “DONT YOU KNOW THERES PART OF ME THAT LONGS TO GO INTO THE UNKNOWN!”He sang,swinging his arms to the tune of the song that was now playing from his earbuds.

You smiled,taking out your phone to record him. “Kel,what are you singing?”You giggled,zooming in on his face. “Bitch,you already know!!!”He said it to the same tune,making you bite your lip to hold back a snort as you saved the video to your snap chat memories.He sat down nexto to you on the couch,pulling out his earbuds. “Rafe and Top are late?”He asked.You shrugged,checking the groupchat to check what time Rafe had left his house. “Kind of but like its fine.Its my night anyways.”You reminded him.Kelce nodded,pulling his legs onto the couch and resting them across your lap. “What are we watching?”He asked,looking up to see nickelodeon on the TV.

You smiled,telling him it was a surprise before throwing his legs off you and going into the kitchen to snack prep.He followed you,not wanting to watch nickelodeon. “Hey,do you remember those brownies we ate when we were little?Like the ones with the colorful chocolate things?”You asked,opening a bag of doritos and pouring the chips into a large bowl.His eyebrows furrowed as he thought about it,grabbing a capri sun from your fridge. “Debby Ryan brownies?”He asked.You turned to look at him,the empty chip bag in your hand. “Do you know who Debby Ryan is?”You asked,laughing at him.

The realization hit him,making him laugh too. “The girl from tik tok!The meme one!”He answered.You nodded,throwing the empty red bag away.You grabbed the bag of sharable m and m’s,pouring the colorful candies into a bowl as well before bringing them both into the living room and setting them down on the table.He somehow ended up laying down half on top of you,the back of his head resting on your stomach.You didnt even hear Rafe pull up,the door opening with him standing with a paper bag in his hand.You missed the way his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at the sight of Kelce laying on you,he quickly covered it with a smile.

Topper was right behind him,you turned your head to look at the blonde.You immediately burst into laughter upon seeing the pink,purple,yellow and green striped shirt he was wearing. “That’s gotta be the ugliest shirt ive ever seen.”You grinned,running your hand over Kelce’s curly hair.He rolled his eyes,sitting on the floor while Rafe put the paper bag down on the table next to the M and M’s,pulling out the contents.Sour gummy worms,dark chocolate chips,werthers caramels and a can of your favorite soda.He held the can,sitting at the end of the couch by your head so you could rest your head on his lap.He held the cool can to your forehead,knowing that you liked the feeling of the coolness.

You removed your hand from Kelce’s hair,putting on Disney Plus. “OOH-are we watching Winnie the Pooh?”Topper asked.You laughed,shaking your head as you went down to the row of Marvel Movies.Rafe had only ever seen Iron Man 2 so he wasnt very familiar with the films.Kelce preferred DC and Topper just sucked.You eventually came to The First Avenger,pressing on it.You squealed as the movie started,excited to annoy your friends.

 “I have a husband in this one too.”You smiled,remembering your huge Bucky phase in sixth grade that Rafe couldnt quite understand.He had only seen your Winter Soldier hoodie so he didnt really have a good idea of who Bucky actually was besides the fact that you loved 

him.During the scene where Steve received the Serum Topper had sat up,glancing between Steve and Rafe. “Am I the only one that sees a resemblance?”He asked.You sat up slightly,Kelce moving off of you so you could turn and look at Rafe properly.

He blushed,turning his head and looking away so you had to cup his face and get him to look at you.He bit his lip slightly,looking down at you.Topper rolled his eyes,regretting bringing it up in the first place. “Steve is more handsome.”You grinned,returning to your place on his lap.Kelce broke into laughter along with Topper,Rafe just a red mess as you continued watching the TV. “Isnt Spencer your husband?And 10K?”Kelce asked.You nodded,still watching the movie. “I thought Spencer was the love of your life?”He waited for your answer.You rolled your eyes. “I can have multiple loves of my life.”You answered,still watching the movie. “Can you pause this?”Topper asked,looking up at you from the floor.

You paused it,a bit annoyed. “What?”You asked.He opened a bag of sour gummy worms,popping one in his mouth. “How many husbands do you have?”He asked.You bit the inside of your cheek,thinking about it.Spencer Reid,Newt,Draco,Percy Jackson,Jack Frost,Peter Pan,Zuko,Prince Eric,Kristoff,Aladdin,T’Challa,Killmonger,Dallas Winston. “Uh...16.”You answered.Rafe laughed,fingers brushing against his chin as Kelce just looked up at you with wide eyes. “Who?”He asked.You blushed,counting off on your fingers. “Spencer,Newt-”Topper interrupted you. “Who is Newt?”He asked.You glared at him. “Do you not pay attention on Movie Nights?Eight months ago we watched The Maze Runner,the handsome blonde boy with the british accent.”You explained.He tried not to laugh at your passion for the topic.

 “Draco Malfoy,Percy Jackson,Jack Frost-”You were interrupted again,this time by Kelce. “The animated dude?The albino one?”He asked.You sighed,nodding.Rafe’s eyebrows knit together,frowning down at you. “You have a crush on an animated albino?”He asked.You sat up,looking between the boys. “You’re gonna tell me hes not cute as hell?Dont even act like you’re not a simp for Meg,Rafe.You too,Kelce,I saw the way you looked at Elsa when she let her hair down!”You reminded the boy.Topper laughed,forgetting that you knew all his secrets. “Dude,you were in love with Ariel when you were 10!”You exclaimed,making the boy shut up. “Who else?”Rafe asked,still curious. “Um...Peter Pan,Zuko-”You were cut off once again. 

“Birth mark dude from Avatar?”Rafe asked.You huffed loudly,stealing the bag of gummies from Topper and eating one. “ITS A BURN!”You nearly shouted. “You have such terrible taste in men.”Topper rolled his eyes.You glared at him,biting hard on your lip. “Get out.”You told him.He bit back a smile,looking up at you. “What?”He laughed.You pouted. “Go stand in the rain for two minutes.”You told him.He shook his head until you got off the couch,grabbing his hand and dragging him to the door. “You’re being mean so you have to stand in the rain.”You told him,opening the door.

He blushed,stepping outside and into the rain.He would never do this for anyone else but the smile on your face was worth it.Rafe looked outside the window,recording Topper standing in a T pose as water drenched his ugly shirt and hair.Once the two minutes was up you opened the door again,letting the wet boy come inside.He smirked before hugging you tightly,getting you completely wet. “TOPPER!”You shouted,pulling off your wet t shirt. “Dammit.”You huffed,pulling off your wet shorts and leaving yourself in just your bra and underwear. Dancing in bikinis multiple times so it wasn't that big of a deal but you didn't notice their wandering eyes. You turned to walk upstairs to change into new into new pants while top or just stood a blushing mess. 

At this point you'd forgotten about the movie and you were more focused on annoying your friends.Topper  knew better than to sit on your couch in wet clothes but unfortunately he hadn't brought a new pair to change into. So when you return downstairs in a tank top and pajama bottoms you saw topper in just his boxers sitting on your couch watching the movie.You went to sit on the couch,being pulled into Topper’s lap.When the scene of Bucky falling off the train came along Kelce had become attached,standing up to shout at the tv while you started crying a bit,Topper kissing your forehead lightly. “WHERES THE NEXT ONE?”Kelce asked.You grinned,grabbing the remote and moving on to Winter Soldier. 

“Theres like a ton of movies between these two but like we can watch those eventually.”You shrugged,ending up wedged between Rafe and Topper,Rafe’s fingers twisting your hair and tracing figure eights along the back of your neck. “On your left!”You spoke at the same time as Sam,grinning.Kelce grinned. “So thats why you always say that!”He put the puzzle pieces together.When Nat pulled up you saw the way Topper’s jaw dropped,you smiled. “I know,right?Shes like really fucking pretty.”You grinned,head against Rafe’s chest.Topper had began to doze off when Bucky came on with his metal arm,waking up fully again when he heard you whisper “He could literally choke me with his metal arm.”under your breath.He burst out laughing for a reason that Rafe nor Kelce could understand,plotting to use it against you in the future.

Somehow Topper had managed to fall asleep against your leg while Rafe had gotten you onto his lap,your head in the crook of his neck as you watched Steve get the living shit beat out of him.Kelce was on the edge of his seat,completely invested in the story. “Can we watch the next one?”He asked.You smiled,pleased with his excitement. “Tomorrow morning,okay?”You asked.He huffed but nodded,grabbing the blanket he usually used.Rafe pulled a blanket over the two of you,allowing you to sleep on top of him.The four of you must’ve slept in pretty late,waking up to your 1 P.M alarm that told you to take your daily vitamins.You groaned,attempting to move but being held by Rafe.

You yawned,seeing Topper in his deep,drooling double-chin sleep.You flicked Rafe across the head so he’d wake up,the brunette waking with a grumble. “Rafe,you gotta let go.”You smiled,kissing his nose tiredly.He grinned,letting you off his lap.You shook Kelce’s shoulder as you walked by,your shorts riding up.Kelce got up with a groan,the blanket rolling around his body like a burrito as he stumbled into the kitchen.You got yourself a glass of water,putting your four vitamin pills into your palm.He watched as you took them,grinning at you. “Good girl.You want breakfast?”He asked.You shrugged,still tired.Topper walked into the kitchen,wiping his face of drool and carrying the bowl of m and ms.

 “Hey,do you still have those frozen strawberries?”He asked.You nodded,watching as he grabbed the bag of fruit from your freezer along with almond milk,whipper cream,hot fudge and banana. “Where’s Rafe?”Kelce asked,his question being answered by the universe when the Steve Rogers look alike walked in,turning on the keurig.Kelce put some bread in the toaster,taking out the eggs and a frying pan and starting to make some scrambled for Rafe,some fried for you and an m and m omlet for Topper.Speaking of the blonde,he was pouring frozen strawberries,fudge,banana slices and almond milk into the blender,switching it on and dancing to the sounds of the strawberries being crushed.As the eggs began to cook Kelce quickly handed Rafe his mug before grabbing a glass,putting a layer of m and ms and whipped cream at the bottom,adding two spoon fulls of sugar,some milk and mixing it all together until it was a colorful slop,pouring ice in the cup before brewing some italian coffee to top it off.

As it brewed he rushed to flip the eggs,cursing when he realised the edges were burnt.He tossed it onto a plate,sprinkling some italian seasoning on it and taking the toast out of the toaster for you.He grabbed a jar of your favorite jelly,spreading a thin layer on both slices,reaching over Rafe’s head to hand you the plate.You thanked him,ripping the slice of toast in half.Topper turned off the blender,pouring its contents into a glass and making a huge mountain of whipped cream before sitting across from you.You smirked,reaching your fork over to get some whipped cream.He gasped,jaw dropping as he stared at you. “So you’re gonna put me in the rain for two minutes and now youre taking away my whipped cream?Do you wanna fight?”He asked,leaning forward.

You used your fork,knocking over the mountain of whipped cream before getting up and running down the hall.He ran after you,grabbing you by your wrist and pinning you against the wall of the guest room,panting.You two stared at eachother for a while,his bare chest pressed against you.His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips,leaning down so his forehead was pressed against yours.So much was happening at once,you couldnt even comprehend it.But then from the kitchen you heard an argument starting,Topper letting go of your wrists as they two of you went back to the kitchen. “The third one is the best!” “FUCK YOU IN THE ASS,BITCH!”You walked in,looking between the two boys. 

“What is going on?”You asked.Kelce looked over at you,spatula in hand. “Which Descendants film is better?Two or Three?”He asked.You shook your head,sitting back down to eat your toast. “Fuck-dammit,Topper!You made my toast untoast!”You exclaimed,waving the uncrunchy bread.Kelce frowned,eyes softening. “Do you want me to make you more?”He asked.You shook your head. “No,its fine,Kelce.”You grinned,taking a sip of your coffee.It was sweet and creamy and pretty good,somehow Kelce always made the best coffee no matter what he put in it.Rafe looked between you and Topper,sensing that something had happened in the room.He hoped that Topper wouldnt intentionally hurt him like that,hoping Kelce wouldnt either.A plate of scrambled eggs was put in front of Rafe along with a bottle of barbecue sauce,making you stare at him in disgust. “I cant believe you put barbecue sauce on your eggs.”You shook your head,taking a bite of the toast and getting excited when you heard a crunch. “Oh-hey,dont worry!It didnt untoast”You grinned,enjoying it.

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Fran Drescher, Millennial Whisperer – The New York Times

Fran Drescher’s voice, if you ever have the chance to hear it deployed in very close vicinity over shrimp tempura and spicy tuna sushi, is actually quite soothing.

When Drescher played Fran Fine on “The Nanny,” the 1990s sitcom she created with her then-husband Peter Marc Jacobson, she was pitching her voice higher, squeezing it up her nose, acting. Back then, The New York Times compared Drescher to “the sound of a Buick with an empty gas tank cold-cranking on a winter morning.” But here in her living room above Central Park, sitting among crystals, fresh lemons, fine sculpture and photographs of herself meeting establishment Democrats, she sounds more like a Mercedes purring out of the Long Island Expressway. For those who grew up with “The Nanny” as our nanny, her voice is so embedded in the subconscious that hearing the softened version is almost therapeutic. Imagine if Nanny Fine had an ASMR setting.

“I’ve heard it’s like a foghorn, a cackle,” Drescher said carefully, balancing her plate in the lap of her little black dress. “I always just describe myself as having a unique voice.” When she left Queens for Hollywood in the late 1970s, her manager told her, “If you want to play other parts, besides hookers, you’re going to have to learn to speak differently,” she recalled. Instead Drescher leaned into her natural gifts. In 1992, she pitched herself as a sitcom star to the president of CBS: “Because of the voice, they think I’m the seasoning in the show,” she told him. “That’s wrong. I’m a main course.”

America has not heard from Drescher much lately — she has not appeared regularly on television since her TV Land sitcom “Happily Divorced” ended in 2013, and “The Nanny” is sadly hard to stream — but this week, at 62, she returns to TV with NBC’s “Indebted.” As in the pilot of “The Nanny,” Drescher appears unexpectedly on a doorstep, except this time, it belongs to her adult son (Adam Pally). She and Steven Weber play Debbie and Stew Klein, a couple of boomer dilettantes who crash their kid’s married life with the news that they’re in debt. The role of Debbie, a boundaryless hugger who swans around her son’s suburban home as if it’s her own personal retirement community, inverts the “Nanny” dynamic: Now the kids have to take care of her.

When Drescher weighed whether to take on the show, a family sitcom that draws on generational conflict, she thought of her own family. “My parents, who are still alive, thank God, were so excited about me being on network television again,” she said. “You know, not everybody could find TV Land,” she added, “but everybody could find NBC.”

The role was not written for Drescher, exactly. The pilot script had called for a “Fran Drescher type,” and when the real Fran Drescher signed on, she required a few adjustments. “People are used to seeing an annoying mother-in-law in a sitcom, but that’s not what I signed up for,” Drescher said. “When you have somebody whose persona is bigger than the part, you got to make it right for me. Or why have me?”

That meant giving Debbie Klein some passions of her own. “I had to bring myself into it,” she said. “I really infused the sex appeal, the sensuality, the vivaciousness of the character.”

“Indebted” creator Dan Levy, a comedian and producer for “The Goldbergs,” said that he originally modeled Debbie and Stew after his own parents, but that the steaminess was all Drescher. “My mom was like, ‘That’s not based on us,’” Levy said. “She elevated that to a whole level that I was not expecting.”

In the decades since Drescher first opened her mouth onscreen, the Fran Drescher type has achieved a quiet dominance over popular culture. “The Nanny” has been syndicated around the world and remade in a dozen countries, including Turkey (where it was called “Dadi”), Poland (“Niania”) and Argentina (“La Niñera”). In “The Nanny,” for anyone who doesn’t have the chatty theme song implanted in her brain, Drescher plays a Jewish woman from Queens hired to tend to the three precocious children of a wealthy English widower, Maxwell Sheffield, who is also Broadway’s second-most-successful producer (after his nemesis, Andrew Lloyd Webber). In foreign versions, the ethnicities are recalibrated — in the Russian one, the nanny is Ukrainian — but the Fran Drescher type is otherwise preserved. Wherever she goes, the ethnic striver is transplanted into a posh setting as the help, and her appealing culture and individual charm pull off the ultimate makeover — reinventing the strait-laced insiders in her own brash image.

Across the internet, Fran Fine is helping to perform similar tricks. With her pile of hair, power-clashing wardrobe and cartoon proportions, she has been fashioned into an avatar of stylish self-respect. In GIFs spirited around social media, she can be seen in a cheetah-print skirt suit, sipping from a cheetah-print teacup; inhaling a plate of spaghetti with no hands; and descending the Sheffields’ ivory staircase as if entering New York’s hottest club.

“I send this when I’m excited,” Drescher said, summoning her phone from her assistant Jordan and thumbing to a GIF of Fine twirling across the mansion in a fuchsia dress and a self-satisfied look. “How many people can send their own GIF?”

The Fran Drescher type is a kind of advisory role. First she was the world’s nanny, showing kids how to mix prints and be themselves, and now she has matured into a cool-aunt persona, modeling a fabulous adulthood. (“Broad City” made this transformation literal, squeezing Drescher into a low cut rainbow and cheetah-print dress and casting her as Ilana’s Aunt Bev, and by extension the spirit guide for a new generation of Jewish comediennes.) “I’ve never had kids, so I’m not really parental,” Drescher said. “I’m a mom to my dogs.”

“I’m kind of an influencer,” she added. Drescher has led an unconventional life, and “I share it,” she said. “It gives my life purpose.” In two memoirs, she has discussed being raped at gunpoint in her 20s, surviving uterine cancer in her 40s, and divorcing Jacobson only to acquire a new gay best friend when he subsequently came out. Recently she thrilled the internet when she revealed that she has secured a “friend with benefits” whom she meets twice a month for television viewing and sex. “I don’t think it’s that shocking a thing,” Drescher said. “I’m not in love with him.”

The kids who grew up watching “The Nanny” are now Nanny Fine’s age, old enough to properly covet her closet and cultivate a newfound respect for her persona. On Instagram, the @whatfranwore account catalogs classic “Nanny” outfits, and @thenannyart pairs them with contemporary art pieces. Cardi B once captioned a photo of herself in head-to-toe cat prints: “Fran Drescher in @dolceandgabbana.” The actor Isabelle Owens will mount a one-woman song-and-dance show dedicated to Drescher in New York this month, called “Fran Drescher, Please Adopt Me!” “As everything from the ’90s comes back, people are rediscovering her,” Owens said, noting Drescher’s fashion, her confidence, and her voice; Owens is still working to perfect her impersonation. “There are so many layers to it,” she said. “It’s so delicate and lyrical.”

The Fran Drescher type, no matter how big it gets, still risks reducing the woman behind it. “All of her is in me, but not all of me is in her,” Drescher said. “I don’t think any of my characters could have ever created and executive-produced ‘The Nanny.’” Fran Fine might have been able to wrap the boss around her red-lacquered little finger, but Drescher is the boss. When she secured her own New York apartment, in 2004, it was here, just across the park from the house that stood in for the Sheffield mansion on “The Nanny.” Soon her transformation into Mr. Sheffield will be complete: She is developing a Broadway show of her own, a musical adaptation of “The Nanny” that she will co-write with Jacobson.

“The Nanny” is a timely bid for Broadway. Drescher takes the stage’s most classic feminine archetype and gives her a modern upgrade: She is Eliza Doolittle if she refused to take her voice lessons.

That’s perhaps the biggest misconception about the Fran Drescher type — that the voice is an unfortunate obstacle, rather than a cultivated asset. Once, a fan asked Drescher about the classic “Nanny” scene where Fran Fine goes for sushi, naïvely swallows a wad of wasabi, and says, in an eerily neutral broadcaster’s voice, “Gee, you know, that mustard really clears out the nasal passages.” The fan wanted to know how Drescher had managed to pull that voice off. Sitting in her parkside apartment, perched in her producer’s chair, confidently apportioning her wasabi, Drescher revealed her secret: “I’m very talented.”

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The forever classic, they are doctors/work in a hospital AU? (Debbie and Lou)

I know jack shit about medicine so hold onto your hat darling. This is going to be a bumpy ride, and not exactly the one you waited in line for. I’ve combined this with another prompt, a military AU of sorts.

5 Headcanons for a Hospital / Military AU:

1. August 6, 1944. Captain Louisa Miller plummets to the earth in a blaze of glory over Marseilles. She is rescued from the wreckage of her craft by the Allied ground forces and evacuated to an on-site emergency medical base. Once stable, August 10, 1944, she is returned (ironically, by plane) to the United States.

2. August 12, 1944. Nurse Deborah Ocean (Debbie, if one asks nicely) covers a shift from midnight to six am. She steps into the room 203 with clean gauze to find the patient—a pilot shot down in Southern France��awake and alert, her face contorted in barely concealed pain.

“You’re a lovely woman to wake to,” the pilot croaks. She reaches up to touch the stiff gauze over her cheek. “Huh,” she murmurs, running her hands down the bandages that hide second and third degree burns. “Guess I’m not dead after all.”

Her name, or so Debbie reads on her forms, is Captain Louisa Miller. “Lou,” she corrects almost instantly. “First woman pilot to fly into combat for America, and the first woman to be shot out of the sky on French soil.”

Debbie’s smiles almost undetectably. “Is that how you introduce yourself to everyone?”

The woman frowns. “It’s a right bit better than, ‘hello, I’m Lou, feel free to shift uncomfortably until you have the balls to ask how I fucked up my face.’”

Debbie chuckles darkly. “You injured a lot more than your face, Captain. You have a couple of months to go before your ribs and tibia heal properly.”

“Perhaps,” she acknowledges with a crooked grin, wrinkling the gauze along her temple. “But I’m not dead, am I?”

3. August 22, 1944. Between her late night shifts, she sits at Lou’s bedside. Lou sleeps at odd hours, typically whenever she’s administered a fresh dose of anesthetic, and when she’s awake, cringing and wincing at the bandages that hide her skin from view, Debbie talks to her. 

“Why did you learn to fly?” she asks in the early hours of the morning. 

Lou closes her eyes and leans back into the cot. “It was exciting. It was something daring to do. I defied the laws of nature every moment I spent in the air,” she says wistfully. “Not to mention—” with a hint of amusement— “it made my parents furious.”

There’s something transgressive about flying, breaking the laws that nature has set for mankind. There is something utterly wild and transgressive about Lou as well, her character and manner of speaking. She doesn’t speak as a lady ought, and Debbie finds that strangely alluring. 

“Why are you here, Debbie?” Lou inquires. Her eyes have softened to something kind, still fiery but lacking their challenge. Lou doesn’t believe in formalities, Debbie realizes. She genuinely wants to know. 

“My brother died in Normandy. I was engaged at the time, to man up in New York, but upon Danny’s passing I decided to join the war effort. I wanted a career, a life of my own, and a means through which to honor my brother. So I trained to be a wartime nurse.”

“Honorable,” says Lou, and the way her voice trembles a little, Debbie knows she’s not mocking. Beneath the callous wisecracks lies a woman who fell like comet over the South of France, and in the wake of her wounds is learning to live with herself again. 

4. September 30, 1944. Debbie peels back the gauze with two fingers, wincing as Lou does. She hates seeing anyone in pain, least of all Lou Miller. She’s grown closer to Lou than a war nurse should get to anyone, but Lou is a dashing enigma of a woman whom Debbie’s had the pleasure to unravel. Her stomach flutters every time Lou’s honey-and-gravel contralto regales her with tales of the sky; then it aches at the implications of her feelings. 

She is attracted to Lou, and quite certain the pilot is attracted to her—though Lou has never been outright about her sexuality (how could she be), there’s a roundabout honesty to everything she says. When she tells Debbie, “you’re unspeakably beautiful,” she means it from her heart and not her head. 

“Do I want to look?” Lou asks her now, as Debbie with a pair of tweezers discards the remaining gauze. 

“It’s up to you,” Debbie assures her, because really that’s all she can do. She was there when the doctors treated Lou’s burns; she knew how they would heal, how they would scar, if cared for properly. As a nurse, little can surprise her, and as Debbie Ocean, nothing about Lou can appall her or dissuade her from her attraction. She is okay. Lou is not. Lou is the one who needs a choice and a comfort.

“You never have to wear those awful bandages again,” she reminds Lou. 

“I know. Honestly, I’m not bothered by the look of it,” she says, touching her unfettered cheek. “I have quite a story to tell for these scars.” Her voice wavers, in a way only Debbie can catch. Lou doesn’t give a single hoot what strangers on the street may think of her, but no matter what, she will bear a physical reminder of the war she fought, an involuntary tattoo in the most exposed of places. It’s not about beauty, nor about what other people think; none of those things matter to Lou. What matters is what she sees when she looks in the hand mirror, and the inevitability that she’ll struggle to accept it. Debbie only knows because she’s done this before, peeled away the bandages on soldiers’ scars and held them the first time they saw themselves anew, and wept like mother and baby alike, like they’d given birth to a cracked and welded automaton of their own bodies.

So, because it is her duty, she offers Lou the hand mirror and because she is no coward, she does not look away from Lou’s bluebell eyes when she holds the mirror to herself. 

“Oh,” is all that escapes Lou’s lips. Sitting beside her, Debbie hesitantly rests a hand on her shoulder.  Lou’s fingers run over the darkened skin of her cheek, stained not unlike a birthmark but roughened irrevocably. The lines, like forked lightning of spidery scar tissue where the third degree burns had been, run like a storm, like a story, curled and calligraphic down her temple. “Oh,” she says again. She blinks, once, twice, then rapidly, as the tears begin to fall. 

“I don’t know why I should be upset,” she protests, even as she cries. “It’s not as if I’m concerned for men to look at me, or that I give a whit what—”

“I know,” replies Debbie, cupping her uninjured cheek. She wonders if part of the reason for Lou’s tears is the fact that she couldn’t give a whit if she tried. Or perhaps that she gives a whit for women she cannot love, and she weeps because the scars have no bearing on her loneliness. Life after is as life was before. 

It is now that Debbie asks if she can kiss her. Because for Debbie, Life After will never be the same.

5. December 24, 1945. Debbie sits in a posh leather armchair in the top-floor apartment she shares with Lou. It is homey, if a bit small, and they must be careful in bed for fear of letting their neighbors know the true nature of their relationship.

A snowstorm whisks through New York City. Lou bursts through the front door, a red scarf wrapped around her shoulders, a black fur coat hiding her suit. She sheds layers desperately as she nears the fire and quickly checks her pocket watch.

“Twenty-two Twenty-five,” she says aloud.

“I was beginning to worry,” Debbie informs her with a slight frown.

“No need. We landed after the first signs of a snowstorm, but as you know traffic was awful as the blizzard started to blow in.” She got the job at the flight school a few months after her recovery. Her record spoke for itself, and she was laughably legendary amongst the midshipman. Something about the mystery of a visible battle scar enticed young men, granted her immediate respect because clearly—clearly she had done something incredible and lived to tell the tale. That’s what the scar really said, in the end—she lived to tell the tale.

Debbie pulls her into her lap, and Lou stumbles over with a laugh that rumbles from her chest, freer than any laugh Debbie heard in the hospital. She kisses Lou soundly and begins to work apart the buttons on her vest. 

Lou brings her hand to Debbie’s neck, to the small gold ring on a chain dangling between her collarbones, a symbol of the marriage they cannot share. Debbie shivers at her touch.

“You’re freezing, honey.”

“You could rectify that,” Lou whispers mischievously, nibbling her ear.

Debbie shakes her off but grants her a lingering kiss. “Let the fire warm you up a bit; then you can put your cold hands wherever you please.” 

The hearth flickers invitingly, wafting the smell of pine and burnt wood about the room, even as the smoke curls up the chimney. Lou holds out her hands to the flames. They lap at her, their shadows dancing across her skin. 

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Chapter Three - Party Time.

Here is chappy 3 lovelies! 

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It was 10pm the party was in full swing. Chuckie, Gemma and a few croweaters were given the task of setting the place up with snacks, alcohol and a couple decorations here and there. The place was ready within less than two hours thanks to Gemma roping everyone in on helping. People had been arriving and mingling for the past hour, but the guests of honour were still getting ready. Roxxie was calming down a very anxious Rissa in their dormroom. "You look fine, i promise." Roxxie told her friend. "You looked hot before but now? Oh honey you're smokin' hot!" She teased, hoping it would lighten her mood. Rissa wasn't all that bothered about what she was wearing, it was the fact that her and Roxxie were thrown a party. She was annoyed that they were celebrating them when so much shit went down for them to get here. But mostly, it made her feel overwhelmed. She had never felt so welcomed before. Her own family didn't do anything like this! Everyone was being so kind and genuine with her, she hadn't experienced it before and didn't know how to react. Rissa enhaled a deep gulp of air and then nodded. "Okay. I'm ready. Let's go." She told her bestfriend with a smile on her lips. Tonight was the perfect time to forget about what's happened and to just loosen up! The two girls got up from the bed and exited the dorm, ready to party until they could no longer stand.

The clubhouse was filled with people, music and alcohol. It was safe to say Rissa was nervous as hell, she felt like she had a point to prove. She felt as if everyone thought of her as a snobby fragile rich bitch from first impressions. She wanted to prove to them she could let her hair down. Roxxie had helped give her a make over and even though it was way out of her comfort zone she felt pretty damn hot. Rissa wore a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a guns n roses tank and high heeled black boots that she had borrowed from something called a crow eater. Her dark hair was wavy and her make up was perfection. She turned to Roxxie and gave her a smile. "I'm gonna get a drink." She said with newfound confidence. Her friend nodded and gave Rissa a slap on her ass as she strolled over to the bar.  That's my girl, Roxxie thought. "Hey chuckie, can I get a double vodka soda, please?" Rissa asked the man who was whizzing from person to person getting their orders. "Sure thing Rita." He replied before running off into the kitchen. "I think you'll find this beautiful lady's name is Rissa, Chuck. Grab me a whiskey while you are at it." A familar Scottish accent called to the smaller man. Rissa felt her cheeks hotten. Chibs' voice made her melt. "Beautiful lady huh? Not calling me rich bitch or fancy pants or gold digger?" She asked him with a raised brow. "You plannin' on stayin' here?" Chibs leant a bit closer to her as he asked his question. "Well duh..." Rissa said as she sipped the drink that had just been placed in front of her. A smirk appeared on the man's lips. "Then no, you ain't a 'rich bitch' to me. And you should ignore anyone that calls it you... Especially if it's Tig" Chibs winked at the girl before walking away and over to the pool table. Rissa leaned against the bar and brought out her phone from her pocket, she hadn't checked it since she had arrived in Charming. 30 missed calls from her mom, grandma and Elliot. "You know you are gonna have to get rid of that phone and get a new one?" Roxxie appeared out of nowhere with two glasses of alcohol in her hands. "What why??" Rissa exclaimed in confusion. Roxxie pulled her friend closer. "Because he will probably be able to track you from it." She whispered in her ear. "Anyway, enough about that... It's party time baby! Woo!" Roxxie's serious tone turned into her screaming with excitement. Rissa let out a laugh as Roxxie dragged her over to the part of the room that seemed to become the dance floor and to Rissa's amusement it was right near the pool table. The dark haired girl glanced over at the Scottish male as she danced with her friend, hoping he would look her way, Roxxie caught on straight away. "Do you have the hots for Papa Chibs? I mean he's old enough to be your pa and he's defo not your usual type!" The girl rambled on. "Rox...please shut up!" Rissa's cheeks flushed, confirming her bestfriend's theory. As the girl's danced they caught the attenion of most of the males in the room. Some had even come to join them on the dance floor. Roxxie was dancing with a man called Juice who had a mochican and tattos on his head. Rissa was dancing with man named Happy who was bald and didn't look all that hapy. Both girl's where having an amazing time. It had been so long since they last had a night out together partying and getting drunk. It was the perfect distraction. "I'm gonna get another drink." Rissa shouted before disappearing from the crowd of dancing people. Just as she was about to reach the bar she bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry!" The blond male from yesterday gave her a sweet smile. "Don't worry about it, Darlin." Jax said as he sipped his beer, his eyes travelling up and down her body. Man she looked finnnnne! "You enjoying yourself?" Rissa nodded and returned the smile. "Glad to hear... You look good by the way." He said with his signature smirk. "Well thank you." Rissa giggled, feeling a little hot. "I think this look must beat the wedding dress huh?" She joked. "Well I mean, it was more the running mascara that is hard to beat." Jax spoke in a playful tone and the two of them laughed. Both of them fell silent for a couple of seconds, just staring at each other. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife! It was so obvious that they were into each other. Suddenly Gemma appeared behin him looking annoyed for some reason."Jackson... A word?" She said in a serious tone of voice before walking away. "Sorry sweetheart, let's pick this conversation back up later?" He winked before he followed the woman, leaving Rissa on her own. The girl smiled to herself and stood at the bar waiting to be served. That man was absolutely gorgeous! And he was sweet and funny too... Maybe they'd become friends? -- 2 hours later, both of the girls were drunk as hell and they were loving life! Def Leppard's song Pour Some Sugar On Me boomed through the speakers around the Clubhouse. Everyone was having the time of their lives, drinking, dancing, eating, smoking, chatting and a couple people were getting a little too hot n heavy. Roxxie was dancing with a bunch of people near the wooden doors that SAMCRO meetings were held in. She was watching in disgust as Tig and some random woman ate each others faces. "Seriously? Get a room you dirty perv!" Roxxie snapped at the sleazy man. He pulled away from the woman and raised his brows at her. "What? I don't wanna see you two exchange saliva whilst i'm trying to party." Tig let out a chuckle. "It's a fuckin' party. Don't be so frigid!" He groaned in annoyance. Why was she being such a Debbie Downer when this is a party in honour of her? Roxxie rolled her eyes. Frigid? She thought. "Frigid my ass." Roxxie told the man, glaring at him. Tig smirked and pushed the woman off of his lap and stood up. The man took slow steps towards her, his eyes fixated on hers. "Then show me." He whispered, standing inches away from her. Roxxie laughed and let out a big sigh. "Honey, i ain't gonna show you shit. You're a sleazy, gross, annoying man who i hardly know. Oh and you're old enough to be my dad." Roxxie explained, making it very clear she was not interested. Tig shrugged off her comment, about to walk away and leave her alone but then he leant forward and whispered in her ear. "Baby we both know you got daddy issues." Anger rose up in the red head and suddenly her arm lifted up and her fist went flying in direction of his face. Before Roxxie could punch him, Tig somehow saw it coming and grabbed hold of her wrist, pushing her until her back hit the doors. A gasp escaped from Roxxie's lips and Tig smirked. His body pressed against hers and for a split second Roxxie thought about kissing him. She gulped nervously and tried to act as if she hated him, but Tig saw straight through her. Tig moved his head closer to hers until their lips were almost touching. Roxxie breath hitched in her throat as she waited for him to kiss her. All of a sudden, she ached for his touch, she wanted him right now, right this second. Roxxie blamed it on the alcohol.. Despite thinking that Tig was an asshole, she couldn't deny the fact that she found him was extremely hot. "Well." Tig whispered, his lips touching hers ever so slightly as he spoke. Roxxie was still waiting for him to make the move, but instead he pulled away, let go of her and took a step back. "I'm gonna get a drink. See ya around, babydoll." And without waiting for a reply, Tig walked off into the crowd of people. Roxxie gulped and stood away from the doors, looking around the room to see if anyone was looking. Nobody saw, thank god, she thought as she composed herself. Roxxie rolled her eyes in annoyance and made her way outside for a smoke. She couldn't believe she was about to let herself be seduced by that man!

Meanwhile a very drunk Rissa was laughing and joking with some people she didn't know. They probably did introduce themselves but it wasn't like Rissa would be able to remember. A woman wearing just a thong and some extremely high-heeled shoes was dancing on stage on the pole and Rissa was loving it. "How can she do that with her legs?!" Rissa exclaimed, making the people around her laugh. "She must be a gymnast or something!" She was amazed by the half naked woman's moves. She was spinning, jumping, jiggling, she was doing it all. "Man she has a lot of confidence!! Look at her! She'd naked in front of strangers and jiggling her jiggly bits!" Suddenly a voice whispered in her ear. "I'd like to see you jiggling your jiggly bits." The voice said and Rissa let out a loud giggle. She turned around to see the handsome blond and gave him a sweet smile. "Hey you." Rissa said, flicking her long brown hair off of her shoulder. Jax smiled and grabbed hold of her hand. "Wanna go finish our conversation?" Rissa nodded, biting down on her lip. Her heart suddenly started to race and she felt herself get a little hot. Talking was the last thing she wanted to do with him. The pair of them slipped away quickly and quietly from the party and entered the dormroom her and Roxxie stayed in. As soon as they were alone, things got heated very fast. Jax grabbed Rissa by her hips and pulled her over to him before planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Rissa was slightly overwhelmed, she'd never been kissed like that before and man did it feel good. Rissa moaned as Jax moved onto kissing and nibbling on her neck. Things were escalating quickly but neither of them minded. Drunk Rissa knew that Sober Rissa would be mad at her but she quite frankly didn't give a shit. It had been a while since she had a good fucking. Items of clothing began to drop to the floor and the pair made it onto the bed. Rissa was just about to take off her underwear when the door opened and in stumbled a wasted Roxxie and a stranger. It looked like Rissa wasn't the only one wanting to get laid tonight. Thanks to Tig for making her feel all hot and bothered, Roxxie had to go and pull a random lad so she could carry on partying. It wasn't hard for Roxxie to find someone, most men found her extremely attractive. Roxxie's eyes widened when seeing her bestfriend straddeling (sort of) cousin. What even the fuck?! Rissa let out a laugh and shooed her friend. "We're kinda busy here, mind shutting the door?" "Oh hell no. Don't you have an Old Lady to go home to?!" Roxxie shouted at the blond male. Rissa's brows furrowed in confusion, an old lady? "I'm sure his granny won't mind. We won't be long." Rissa cluelessly told the girl. Roxxie shook her head and folded her arms over her chest. "Old Lady is a biker term for a SIGNIFICANT OTHER!" She shouted the last part loud enough it made the pair jump. "Get the fuck off him, Rissa. He's got a fucking girlfriend!" Rissa's face was a picture, she quickly jumped off the man and pointed at the door. "Get out you sleaze-bag!" She snapped at the man who rolled his eyes and picked up his clothing. He gave the girls a wink before leaving. "You too, rando." Roxxie pushed the man she was with out of the room and shut the door. The girls jumped onto the bed and looked at each other. "Shit always has to go wrong with us, don't it?" Rissa nodded, letting out a heavy sigh. "Tell me about it."

#soa fanfic #soa fanfiction #soa #samcro #tig trager #tig trager x oc #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfic #tig x oc #tig x roxxie #chibs telford #chibs x oc #chibs x rissa #rissa x chibs #roxxie x tig #clay morrow #gemma teller morrow #happy lowman #bobby munson #juice ortiz #jax teller #highway to hell fanfic #hwth #rissa montgomery #roxxie sommers #elliot mcqueen #tig trager fanfic #tig trager fanfiction #chibs telford fanfiction

[twentyonepilotsficlibrary]

Christmas Challenge Masterlist

New Traditions by Marasa (1/1 | 966 | Not Rated)

Tyler holds up an ornament of a basketball. “My mom got this one the year I first started playing basketball. Almost broke my ankle that year.”

Josh holds up an ornament of a skateboard. “My mom got this one the year I first started skateboarding. I actually did break my ankle that year.”

Please don’t jump (It’s Christmas) by josh_u_r_dun (2/2 | 1870 | Teen and Up)

“I don’t thinks it’s safe to stand on that side of the railing, how ‘bout I help you back over yeah?”

//suicide attempt //self-harm 

I’ll Be Home by embroidered (1/1 | 5294 | Teen and Up)

Christmas is coming to an end, and Josh has been waiting for Tyler all night. They needed to exchange gifts, but mostly, he just wanted to see him.

//anxiety //mild gore

I Wouldn’t Be Who I Am by kyewopen (2/2 | 8097 | General)

Josh was supposed to spend Christmas with his family not with his ex-boyfriend and his son.

“Merry Christmas, Tyler.” by LonelyAngel (1/1 | 1436 | General)

Tyler, Josh, Patrick, Pete, Frank, Gerard and, of course, Brendon live in a house and celebrate Christmas together for the first time.

Lots of fluff.

Delayed by HoleInTheWallWriting (1/1 | 1500 | General)

If there was one thing Tyler knew, it was that delayed planes were the most unbearable thing in the world.

Or, the fic where Josh’s plane is delayed and Tyler just wants his boyfriend home for Christmas.

Sweet Things Like You (and Christmas Cookies) byHoleInTheWallWriting (1/1 | 601 | General)

Josh turned the dial on his old 90’s radio, looking for the only station in Columbus that wasn’t playing the obnoxious studio hits of Christmas music. Across the kitchen, Tyler was dancing to some tune he’d made up on the fly as he mixed a bowl of cookie dough.

Or, the fic where Tyler and Josh are making cookies for Christmas dinner, but Josh decides to play a little prank on his husband.

i smile because you want to by melancholymuser (1/1 | 1267 | Not Rated)

“when im an old man and im gonna die, and the sky’s blue or gray or god forbid, orange, i want you to tell me to hold on and just wait till the sky turns pink and then i’ll let go. it doesn’t matter how im gonna die. i’ll let go when you need me to.”

//major character death //depression 

Safe by olgushka (1/1 | 21504 | General)

Tyler is one step away from losing hope. Josh happens.

Take it Outside by embroidered (1/1 | 3710 | Explicit)

Josh tries to make this a study date, but he should have known that was a pipe-dream. Tyler’s plans don’t really work out either, but it was the candle’s fault this time.

You can call me anything by TwoBoysInABand (1/1 | 3,658 | Explicit)

If Tyler had to describe the feeling in one word, sexy. In two words, hypnotizing seduction.

Peace of Mind by edy (1/1 | 8,663 | Mature)

Josh wakes to Tyler falling in the kitchen again.

At the End of the Night by Marasa (1/1 | 4,549 | Not Rated)

Snow falls, Christmas lights glimmer, the aromatic scent of rich spices and the sound of light laughter waft through the air.

Beside upstanding citizens, five criminals and one other-worldly spirit are here to enjoy the festivities as well.

I Caught Daddy Kissing Santa Claus by EverythingHeadache (1/1 | 1,655 | Teen)

No noise is loud enough to mask the sound of a frustrated toddler.

Oh, Ho, The Mistletoe (Hung Where You Can See) by EverythingHeadache (1/1 | 1,229 | General)

Somebody waits for you- kiss him once for me. ~~~ Josh wasn’t sure how he had been convinced to tag along with his two friends to go to a coffeehouse bar party on Christmas Eve; yet, here he was, in a signature ugly sweater and Santa hat and bulky leather boots, staring at the cute boy in the corner.

Or, Josh is single for Christmas, so Debby and Jenna come up with a sneaky way to get him a special Christmas gift.

//anxiety 

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by EverythingHeadache (1/1 | 726 | General)

It was the best Christmas present they could ask for.

Two minutes until midnight by TwoBoysInABand (1/1 | 1,838 | General)

The alarm on Josh’s phone goes off. It’s a sound signaling that it’s two minutes until midnight. Not a welcome sound at this point. Tyler turns over in his lap, placing his head on Josh’s chest. “I’m not ready.”

((This is part two of my Halloween fic Headstones and skeleton bones. This won’t make any sense without reading that one first.))

#topfl christmas challenge #christmas #masterlist #christmas masterlist

[blackacre13]

Omg hiiii!!!! How are you? 🥰

I wanted to ask if you might post a list of the prompts you are going to tackle bc I keep having ideas but I know you have so many and I don’t want to duplicate ones you already have

You’re amazing and we love you ❤️💕

Hi dear! In all honesty, it’s been a mixed bag. Dealing with a lot health wise, but I’m grateful for all the other good in my life! Hope all has been well with you too!❤️

There are well over 400 posts sooooo a bit hard to preview them all but will share the next upcoming batch or so so you have an idea! Love y’all right back 🥰

Carol/Therese proposal

Tess trying to convince Deb of her feelings for Lou Part 3

Top!Lou overstimulates Deb

Top!Deb blindfolds Lou

Milf Debbie x Rich Lou AU

Debbie lap dance part 2

Ball gag Deb

7 minutes in Heaven AU

Killing Eve AU

Amnesia AU

Eternal Sunshine AU

Bodyguard AU

Rival Gang AU

A Simple Favor AU

Lawyer/Defendant AU

Actress AU

The Proposal AU

Birdbox AU

Teacher/student AU

Lou makes Deb’s fantasy a reality pt 2

Deb wears nipple clamps

Loubbie try to quit sex cold Turkey pt 2

Gymnast!Lou part 2

Y/N and Lou punish Deb part 5

Lou with an oral fixation

Lou and Deb walk in on Y/N pt 2

Deb jealous of Lou’s sponsor AU

Carol Christmas fluffy smut

Loubbie hot tub part 2

Loubbie stuck in an elevator as rivals AU

Debbie reads playboy

Lou’s sister Carol pt 2

Remote vibrator in public Lou and Deb

Lou’s bubbly sister Amy pt 2

Soft Loubbie with the team

Lou likes Deb wearing glasses

Emergency contact turned feelings realized with Lou and Deb

Lou says Deb’s name during sex with someone else

What happens after Carol finale

Lou defends Deb’s honor (Deb x Claude)

Lou sobs at her wedding with Deb

Lou and Deb notice each other from across the room

#queue #blackacre13 #Lou miller #Debbie ocean #lou miller x debbie ocean #debbie ocean x lou miller #Lou x debbie #Debbie x lou #Lou and debbie #Debbie and Lou #Lou x Deb #Deb x lou #Lou and deb #Deb and Lou #Loubbie #heist girlfriends #heist wives #ocean’s eight #oceans eight #ocean’s eight fanfic #ocean’s eight fanfiction #ocean’s 8 fanfiction #ocean’s 8 fanfic #o8 fanfiction #o8 fanfic #preview #ao3 prompts #tumblr prompts #prompt preview #fic preview

[stokan]

The 20 Best Things of 2016

Fun fact: Many good things actually happened in the year 2016. It’s true! It wasn't all death and Trump, although as you’ll see, those two factors hang heavy over even the best of things. But just like every year, 2016 still managed to produce its fair share of great art, cultural triumphs, and viral delights. Leaving out, obviously, things from 2016 that it seems like I’ll probably love but have yet to experience (OJ: Made in America, Search Party, 20th Century Women, Fences, etc.), and TV shows I’ve already written about in years past (OITNB, Transparent, You're the Worst, Veep, etc) here are my top 20 favorite things from 2016, listed in no particular order:

1. Beyonce - “Formation” video

How upset old white people were about this should give you some idea of just how great it is.

When I was growing up, the biggest music video from the biggest female pop star of the day involved her dancing around suggestively in a Catholic school girl outfit. Trump may have won the election, but progress still remains undefeated.

2. Kendrick Lamar’s Grammys Performance

(Of course this isn't anywhere on the internet for me to link to. Because Neil Portnow.)

Kendrick’s performance was the performance that Kayne always thinks he is giving. It’s a performance that made everyone else who took the stage on Music’s Biggest Night seem like talent show contestants.

I don’t want to tell artists how to use their fame, but this is how they should use their fame.

3. Last Week Tonight - #MakeDonaldDrumpfAgain

SPOILER ALERT: He didn't make Donald Drumpf again. In fact the viral success of this piece and lack of any resultant effect on Trump whatsoever does raise some big questions about the effectiveness of comedy in actually changing anyone’s mind about anything in 2016. But yet, like death from a thousand paper cuts, it definitely drew a little blood. And even though I really wish John Oliver had stuck with guns and only referred to Trump as Drumpf for the rest of the year, it was still a more thorough and effective attack ad than anything the Clinton campaign managed to put together, and that was basically their whole job. John Oliver can never be president, but the world is going to be a better place as long as he keeps trying to help decide who will be.

Also, says everything about 2016 that this piece now feels like it came out ten thousand years ago.

4. La La Land

Hey, remember joy? And love? And having hopes and dreams? Well La La Land sure does! The best and worst thing you can say about it is that it’s a pre-Trump movie. Maybe the last one ever in fact. But for my money, Damien Chazelle’s quest to Make Musicals Great Again is exactly the tonic we need right now. And it seems fitting the Oscars after the death of Debbie Reynolds are going to be headlined by a colorful and happiness-inducing musical about show business, complete with its own dream ballet. Sometimes the best way to reinvent an art form is to just do it the same way its always been done, only better and at the right time.

5. Olympic Swimming

When the Olympics began I barely cared. I was raised on the Olympics, but in 2016 there’s so much else going on it felt like maybe time has passed the Olympics by. And then the swimming started. And Ledecky destroyed all challengers. And Phelps proved that calling him the greatest swimmer of all time is still underrating him. And Simone Manuel made history. And Lochte Lochted. And Anthony Ervin spun an all-time Olympic athlete backstory into Olympic gold. And for a week there was nothing in the world more compelling than watch people swim laps in a pool.

So turns out the Olympics are the Michael Phelps of sporting events - the second you think they’ve slipped a bit is when they have you right where they want you.

6. LVL Up - “Pain”

Point: Rock and roll is dead

Counterpoint: “Pain” by LVL Up

7. Stranger Things

I hate the 80s. I hate supernatural shows and horror-based shows and “genre” shows in general. I hate homage as the starting place for a work of art. I hate culture’s obsession with nostalgia and youth. And yet I loved Stranger Things. It felt like nothing else on TV while feeling like so many other things all at once. It’s the show Lost wishes it could have been, and what JJ Abrams wishes he had made instead of Super 8.

Also: I hate that there’s going to be a season two. I hate that dialogue around the show seemed so #TeamBarb when clearly any sane right-thinking person is #TeamNancy all the way. I preemptively hate all the imitators Stranger Things is going to spawn. And I hate the Stranger Things backlash that’s inevitably coming and coming hard. But right now, in this moment, let’s all embrace a wonderful television ride and not worry about the demigorgons in the woods coming to put slugs in its mouth.

#KeepHawkinsWeird

8. Flossie Dickey

Sometimes you find true love where you least expect it. Like in an interview with a 110-year woman at a nursing home.

9. Sam Donsky on The Ringer

(Speaking of soul mates…)

In the age of Trump it’s more important than ever that we have writers brave enough to ask the tough questions. Like: Who would win the Oscar for Best Baby? What is the best night any celebrity has ever had at Madison Square Garden? And why does David Benioff always thank his wife by her full name?

From analyzing the Kim/Kayne/Taylor tapes like they're the Zapruder film, to asking 74 questions about a film no one saw or liked, 2016 was the year Sam Donsky officially made himself into this generation’s Woodward and Bernstein, if Woodward and Bernstein were mostly known for dissecting dumb pop culture on the internet. We may never fully understand why Trump won, but, also, what’s up with Chris Pratt’s vests?

10. Black-ish - “Hope”

A perfect piece of writing and a perfect argument for the continued existence of network TV.

That being said though, 40 years ago this would be a classic TV episode people would talk about for generations. Now, it didn't even get nominated for an Emmy. Maybe network TV is just beyond saving.

11. The People vs. OJ Simpson

It’s almost a cliche at this point to point out how many societal issues the OJ Simpson case touched on, but watching this miniseries unfold was a great reminder that looking at the the past is usually the best vehicle for exploring the present. To choose just one example, the scene where the jurors argue over what to watch on TV is a perfect encapsulation of how something like a Trump victory could some day be possible. And if Marcia Clark isn't a perfect Hillary Clinton avatar then I don’t know who is. My only complaints about a perfect eight hours of television are that it wasn't longer and that Sarah Paulson and Courtney B. Vance aren't eligible for Oscars.

12. Samantha Bee’s Donald Trump Conspiracy Theory

Look, I don't want to say that Full Frontal with Samantha Bee is the best and most important show on TV. That is has the best joke writers in the business. That it has the righteous anger and indignation that this year called for. That it’s going to be our guiding light for the next four years. And that it’s proof that giving The Daily Show to Trevor Noah was one of the dumbest decisions in recent television history. All I’m saying is that some people are saying that, and who am I to disagree? If I was going to make claims that outlandish, I guess the first pieces of evidence I would direct you to are this already iconic Donald Trump conspiracy and the show’s Harriet Tubman segment. But I’m not one to make accusations about things using facts and evidence. I’m no expert; I’m just a guy. A guy standing in front of samanthabee.com asking it to to love him.

13. David Bowie - “Lazarus” video

The ultimate mic drop.

They say Native Americans used to make use of every part of the buffalo. David Bowie was like that, only the buffalo was his life.

14. SNL

“Farewell Mr. Bunting”

Having enough trust in your audience and your vision to attempt this sketch is super inspiring. Getting people in 2016 to wait through two and a half minutes of build up in a viral video before it pays off feels like a miracle. And getting the feeling back in my face when I finally finish laughing at this is going to be really great.

“Black Jeopardy” This is what comedy can do when its at it’s best. It cuts to truths about America more clearly and cleanly than 1,000 think pieces ever could. Are comedy sketches eligible for the Nobel Prize in Literature now?

“Hillary Clinton/Hallelujah” And this is what comedy can do when it’s not comedy at all. When historians 200 years from now want to know what the days just after the election of Donald Trump felt like all they need to do is watch this. The best thing SNL has ever done.

15. Songs That Made Me Unsure Whether I Should Be Sad, Dance, Or Both

Christine and the Queens - “iT”

I have absolutely no idea what this song is about. All I know is it sounds like the feeling of being alive. Between this song and Marion Cotillard’s eyes the French really continue to have the whole beautiful sadness thing figured out.

Eleanor Freiberger - “My Mistakes” The best Rilo Kiley song of 2016. The world can change however it wants; as long as it keeps giving me new versions of the exact song I’m totally good.

Mike Posner - “Took a Pill in Ibiza” The exact opposite of me is an EDM-influenced song about taking drugs in a nightclub in Ibiza. Yet here we are. Turns out that existential melancholy translated into Douche from the original Neurotic Intellectual is still pretty damn relatable. And yes I realize this song came out in 2015, but this will always be the sound of 2016 to me.

16. Moonlight

Moonlight feels like a miracle. That a serious drama without any name stars about a poor, gay, black man coming of age could be made at all, yet alone breakthrough into the popular consciousness. That a cast this natural and flawless could be found, like an album where every song that comes on makes you go “no THIS one is my favorite!”. That there are two different sets of three actors so similar and so good that when I see them together doing press it hurts my brain because I can’t process that they were not ACTUALLY the same person at three different ages. That two people making small talk at a table in a diner could have a whole audience on the edge of their seats. That a no-name director with one prior little-seen credit could create the most powerful and well-made movie of the year. None of these things seems possible or plausible, and yet they're all true. This movie is a miracle. And its success gives me hope. To quote critic Dana Stevens, in the pitch-black year of Trump, Moonlight was a “crack in the wall that allowed light to shine through”.

17. Atlanta

In 2016, what even is TV? It’s basically anything now. And it’s everything. It’s whatever it wants to be. And no artist has yet risen to meet the challenge and possibility of our post-Louie world better than Donald Glover has. In 2016 Atlanta is TV, and TV is Atlanta. There are no rules. There is only what you can dream up.

What will season two of Atlanta be? It could be literally anything and no one would bat an eye.

18. Chance the Rapper - Coloring Book

Chance the Rapper is so millennial it hurts. Chance the Rapper definitely has strong feelings about safe spaces and Bernie Sanders. Chance the Rapper has never even considered doing something ironically. Chance the Rapper makes Lin-Manuel Miranda look like a cynical pessimist. Hell, Chance the Rapper named himself Chance the Rapper. And as a millennial, Chance the Rapper is the future.

And the future sounds amazing.

The future is like if Old Kanye had been raised on new Kanye and was actually good at rapping. (As the old saying goes: every generation gets the Late Registration it deserves) The future is like if Picasso painted with emojis. The future is earnestness being the new aggression. The future is Future being the past.

Hip-hop is dead, long live hip-hop.

19. “A Closer Look” on Late Night With Seth Meyers

I almost left this reoccurring segment off my list of the best of 2016 because it’s become such a constant part of my life that I assumed it had been around longer than just this year. Who knew when Jon Stewart retired that the new iteration of The Daily Show would be called Late Night With Seth Meyers? Or as I call it: Essential.

20. Revisionist History Podcast

Facts and knowledge really took a beating in 2016, but turns out both are still great if you just re-examine them rather then throw them out all together. Perhaps looking more deeply into our assumptions about the world can help us better understand human nature and the reality we all share. Who knew?

Of everything I experienced in 2016 this podcast is the thing I reference most frequently. I’m fun at parties.

#la la land #Kendrick Lamar #moonlight #a closer look #revisionist history #formation #snl #make donald drumpf again #samantha bee #chance the rapper #atlanta #stranger things

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Tell Me The Story

“ After they had heard the king, they went on their way, …the star they had seen when it rose went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, …they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.” Matt 2:9-11NIV

“Daddy,” Jesus said, “tell me the story. I love to hear it. It’s my birthday. You always tell me the story, on my birthday.”

Joseph pulled Jesus onto his lap. “Before your momma and I married, she had a visit from the angel Gabrielle. He said to her, ““Greetings, favored woman! The Lord is with you!”” Lu 1:28NLT

“Your poor momma didn’t know what to think,” Joseph continued. “Next the angel said,” “Don’t be afraid, Mary,” …“for you have found favor with God! You will conceive and give birth to a son, …you will name Him Jesus. He will be very great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give Him the throne of His ancestor David. …He will reign over Israel forever; hHis Kingdom will never end!” Lu 1:30-33NLT

“Even though your momma didn’t understand how a baby could come, she wanted to please God. She agreed to His plan. I have to tell you,” Joseph went on. “When she told me, I didn’t know what to do or what to believe. Then poof, she went to visit her cousin Elizabeth. It took her three months to come back home.”

“In the meantime, I worried. But one night I had this dream. An angel came to see me. He was this big.” Joseph stretched out his arms wide. “The angel told me, ““Joseph…, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, …you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.” Matt 1:20-21NLT

Jesus jumped off of Joseph’s lap. “I’m going to save the people from their sins. People will celebrate my birthday, right Dad?” he asked dancing around. “I’ll rescue them from going to hell, right Dad?”

Wide-eyed amazement covered Joseph’s face, as he replied. “Son, I’m don’t know. I’m just telling you the story. You’ll have to talk to God about saving people.”

“What happened next?” Jesus asked.

“We married quickly to keep the religious people out of our business. A short time later, we had to go to Bethlehem for census. With Mary being pregnant, we traveled slower than the others.” Joseph said.

“What’s pregnant?” Jesus asked.

“Er, eh,” he said, “that’s when a baby is in the Mommy’s tummy. Anyway, everywhere I looked for a room for us, they were full. Finally, a man took pity on your mother and allowed us to stay in their stable. When you were being born, his wife came to help Mary. I was glad the animals kept us warm and made so much noise.”

“Tell me about the shepherds, Daddy,” Jesus climbed onto the workbench.

“Yes,” Joseph laughed. “Shepherds “…hurried to the village and found” your mom and I, “there was the baby, lying in the manger.” Lu 2:16NLT. “They told us, “…an angel of the Lord appeared among them… They were terrified,…the angel reassured them. “Don’t be afraid!” …“I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David!…you will recognize him by this sign: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.” Lu 2-9-12NLT.

“I love that part,” Jesus spoke quietly. “Do you think they’ll ever come back for my birthday?”

“Ask God, son, not me,” replied Joseph.

“Did the kings bring the gold next,” Jesus begged.

“Yes,” Joseph grinned, “These three kings came to the place where we were staying. I’ve never seen men like them. They weren’t the same color we are. Their eyes were shaped different from ours. On their heads were crowns made of gold and bright cloth. First time I’d ever seen a camel too. Those animals are big and sloppy.”

“Well,” Joseph continued, “they said they’d followed a star for a long time. Star led them right to where we were. One told me, the babe is my Lord. It was strange to see kings kneeling before you, worshipping you. They gave us gold, frankincense and myrrh and left.”

“Daddy,” Jesus said thoughtfully. “Not everyone will worship me. Some will hate me. Those people won’t celebrate my birthday. They will try to change the meaning of my birthday.”

“Where did you get that idea, Jesus,” Joseph questioned?

“I don’t know Daddy. Just something I feel, right here,” he pointed to his little heart. “We have to keep my story a secret. It’s not time for people to know. But one day everyone will know Who I AM. Maybe people will or won’t remember my birthday. I hope they will.”

Friends, the secret’s out. Jesus is Lord. Will you celebrate His birthday and worship Him? It’s your choice. You choose.

PRAYER: Father God, thank You for the glorious gift You gave to mankind, in the birth of Your Son. No matter how the story is told, it thrills me to hear it. Give everyone reading this, understanding hearts and love for You, in Jesus’ name I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2017 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with it as author. Thank you.

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OMG I NEED A PT 2 TO THE BDSM CLUB ONE

Part two is here; Here's Part three!

“How many do you deserve?”

“Depends how bad I am,” Debbie giggled, wriggling her hips around until Lou’s hand came down against the back of her thigh with a sharp swat that had the brunette crying out.

“You going to be a good girl for me, Deb? Or are you going to be a brat?”

“I’ll be good sir,” Debbie decided, pushing back against Lou as Lou rubbed a soothing hand against the blooming red. “Spank me, daddy.”

Lou’s hand came down against Debbie’s ass as she cried out, the room and people around them swirling away in Lou’s mind. It was just her and Debbie. Back in their room. Lou sitting on the edge of the bed with Debbie bent over her lap, as her hand came down against delicate skin again and again.

Debbie’s cry out as Lou’s hand came down on the tenth spank brought Lou back to reality, blinking as she rubbed at the irritated skin, whispering to Debbie how good she was being as she shifted back in front of her.

“Did that turn you on, baby?” Lou smirked, running her finger along Debbie’s lips as Debbie’s eyes followed her, her cheeks flushed.

“Yes, sir,” Debbie nodded, no brattiness or testing boundaries. She was completely submitting to Lou and it made something stir inside the blonde like it always did with an extra element of suspense and lust knowing that people were watching them.

“How wet are you?” Lou murmured, sliding her hand down Debbie’s body as she shivered. “If I reach inside your panties, are you going to be dripping for me, honey?”

“I’m soaked, sir,” Debbie groaned, wriggling slightly under the restraints of the rope as her thighs fidgeted. “Please, sir. I need to feel you.”

“You need me?” Lou asked, dancing her fingers along the outside of the lingerie. “How bad, Debbie?”

“So bad, daddy.”

“How do I know you deserve it?” Lou hissed, cupping Debbie as she let out a strangled cry.

“I’ll be so good for you, sir,” Debbie promised. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“This is what you want?” Lou asked, pushing three fingers inside Debbie as she cried out once more, Lou’s thumb finding her clit and starting to circle fiercely. “Me stretching you out and driving you crazy?”

“Fuck, yes,” Debbie moaned.

“I can’t wait to take you home,” Lou whispered, licking along Debbie’s ear. “See how well you take my cock like the dirty girl you are.”

“God,” Debbie hissed, grinding against Lou’s fingers.

“How badly do you want to touch me right now?” The blonde smirked, running her other hand along Debbie’s body. She stopped just above Debbie’s breast as the brunette whimpered before slipping her fingers under the barely-there, strappy bra to twist Debbie’s nipple. Hard. And then the other one, Debbie crying out with a mangled scream mixed with a moan.

“You gonna come all over my hand for me, honey? Right here? In front of all these people looking at what a naughty girl you are?”

“Please, daddy,” Debbie panted. “Please let me come, sir.”

“Who do you belong to?” Lou hissed.

“You,” Debbie panted.

“Whose pussy is this?” Lou growled.

“Yours, Fuck,” Debbie moaned. “Fuck, I’m all yours. Please. Please, Lou. I—“

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soft loubbie bath fic part 2?

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“I can make this bath very enjoyable or extremelyyyyy frustrating,” Lou whispered, her voice dropping a bit.

The blonde’s fingers danced against Debbie’s center as she hummed. Completely content.

“Have I told you how much I love you lately?” Debbie asked softly.

“No, remind me,” Lou whispered, helping turn Debbie in her lap so she could cradle her face in her hands to kiss her. “I might need a few kisses and touches for it to really sink in.”

Debbie considered her fiancee for a moment, studying her sharp jaw and bright, dancing eyes before her face broke into a soft smile. She reached for the loofah on the edge of the bathtub, dipping it into the water between them before she brought it up to Lou’s shoulder, lathering her skin lightly, almost teasingly before dragging it down towards Lou’s chest as the blonde’s breath hitched, soapy patches appearing against porcelain skin as Debbie massaged, more than scrubbed.

“I love these lips,” Debbie whispered as she leaned in to place a chaste kiss to Lou’s own.

“And this chin,” the brunette murmured, lifting a soapy finger to hold Lou’s chin between her fingers for a second. “This nose. These cheeks. Your unreal eyes. Fuck, that jaw,” Debbie laughed, licking along Lou’s jawline. “You know what it does to me, baby. Especially when you’re all mad with it clenched or jealous.”

“You love me when I’m mad and jealous?” Lou chuckled, stopping the loofah with her hand where it rested between her breasts.

“Especially then,” Debbie whispered, letting Lou take the loofah away and replace it with Debbie’s hand. Debbie let her hand slide down Lou’s chest, down her stomach, and dip beneath the water to find Lou’s folds. Debbie teased Lou with her thumb as the blonde hissed.

“Don’t tease,” Lou groaned softly as she clutched at Debbie’s wet skin, her fingers slippery against her back.

“You love when I’m a tease,” Debbie grinned.

“It’s delightfully infuriating,” Lou agreed. Her hands starting to move from Debbie’s back, around her waist and then to her hips before running a sole finger over Debbie’s thighs and towards her center under the bubbly water.

“You know what else I love?” Debbie asked, slipping her index finger inside Lou as the blonde gasped.

“Something else weird?” Lou tried to grin, but Debbie could see her cocky facade slipping as Debbie pumped into her slowly. “My ears? Ankles?”

“When you ride my fingers,” Debbie breathed, sliding another inside Lou as Lou panted out in surprise. “I want you to come for me like this.”

“Yeah?” Lou asked, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Yeah,” Debbie nodded. “And then I want to clean you up in the shower. A little shampoo. A little conditioner. And a whole lot of my tongue between those sexy legs.”

“Fuck,” Lou groaned, rocking against Debbie’s fingers as she moved from pumping them to pulling Lou in like she was beckoning her to come closer with a secret solely for Lou.

Debbie was about to murmur something else when she felt three of Lou’s fingers slide into her as the blonde broke through her own arousal to let out a knowing smirk.

“Only if you come with me,” Lou breathed, pumping into her partner as Debbie moaned, the water splashing between them as heat rose, fizzling in the friction between their bodies, the cold-growing water forgotten as flames licked between them, becoming a tangle of moans, kisses, and sloppy panting and kisses as they slid against each other, bringing each other to the cusp of climax in a flurry of waves and skin.

“Together?” Debbie panted.

“Together.”

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