#they must be radiating some powerful lesbian energy

[canisalbus]

I was today years old when I realised Vasco and Machete are not lesbians I am so sorry

It's alright, I hear that a lot.

[dude1818]

The Stars Too Fondly

Read The Stars Too Fondly by Emily Hamilton last night while my computer was choking down a Windows update. It's like a cozy writer tried writing Contact and managed to capture the worst of both

The premise seemed promising: a breakthrough dark matter engine was going to enable the first interstellar manned spaceflight. When they fired it up for the launch, though, the entire crew vanished into thin air. 20 years later, a group of young adults who had grown up watching this starshot and then the collapse of the space program when it failed break into the abandoned launch center and accidentally launch themselves out of the solar system, with only a hologram version of the original ship's captain to help them

Almost immediately the science fiction starts breaking down though. I wasn't expecting anything particular hard in a story based on a "dark matter engine," but the author actually tries to explain that in an interesting way... then immediately conflates dark matter and dark energy, followed by the nonsensical claim that all matter must interact with the electromagnetic force somehow. The tipping point for me was when it turned out "dark matter radiation" from the engine gave the characters powers like some stupid superhero comic. I also hated that this derelict ship was also apparently full of "future tech" that didn't exist in the outside world, like food replicators or full mind backups

Narratively, there was some promise. The dynamic between the protagonist and the ship's computer was a very fun version of the "requited love but they're both idiots" trope. And since the computer was a mind backup of the real captain, who they eventually realized they could still rescue, there was room for some very interesting drama with that love triangle... until it was immediately revealed that the real captain was watching them via astral projection and was ready to swap into the relationship without any issues, eliminating any piece of this that was interesting

I'm not even going to get into the larger scale conflict that arose from the dark matter tech and the cartoon villain they had to fight at the end. Suffice to stay it was a stupid conflict that tried to establish two people with different moral viewpoints in a scenario where both stances had pros and cons, but one of them is the protagonist and the other is the antagonist so the antagonist is definitionally evil. It was like reading a book aimed at middle schoolers, and then there was a two page graphic lesbian sex scene

[futanariwriter]

The GunShip

Sand-Punk Survivor Ch.7 (Begining of Pt.2)

January 25, 2023

Ch. 7 The Dew of The Stars

upon leaving Rayuba the protagonist <The Electro-Dragon> decided to shave the side of their head to fit the rapidly progressing cyberpunk fashion of the time period as well as reflect their rebellious attitude about the corrupt Churn Barrons controlling the Bastion Empire at the time for their own profits instead of helping the people. The journey into the Stars was dramatic. The Aurua of everybody in the ship was tense, to say the least. Crab Guy said he needed a new name “call me Doe Man Pincher now” snapping his claws at everyone jokingly to lighten the mood. Once they were in the upper atmosphere things seem to relax as the gravity made them weightless and they had to increase the gravity manually inside their ship the Salvia skipper. It was Green and covered with an ancient Moss animated light blue almost Neon Flame. The Salvia Skipper was powered by "Demon-Energy" from within its engine room. Technically it was classified as a hybrid because it could run on human power as well; or essentially crystal energy from the Sun.

 It was truly like nothing you have ever seen before. I am speaking of the stars of course...never had I seen them shining so bright. Most of the time she slept but started writing lesbian romance novels on the side. Solar flares from the Sun also produced incandescence which captured her perverted imagination. Ma'lel the planet of ice and snow was fast approaching. It was a full moon the night we encountered an abandoned alien ship full of medicine vials and syringes. Bat person was extremely excited. "I don't know what all these are."

" I am going to have to perform a series of tests." He said very official-like and professionally as any good doctor. There were long series of tubes with small cacti like needles attached to the end. I hope they don't mean experimenting on us"...Aranea said frightened. We all had dinner that night in the mess hall. what's for dinner CrabGuy? "We are having green onion roots grilled with instant mash potatoes and cannabis leaves grown hydroponically". "Nice", I replied to my crustaceusly crabby companion... "I often wonder at times like this how Pandetto is doing back on Rayuba since I had to leave him in the Beast Jungle because I feared the journey into Black Onyx Temple would be too treacherous for him. He is probably living happily with a family, maybe even learned how to drive a rickshaw or a taxi of some form or another back on the Rayuban coast. 

Bat Guy met with me after. I am concerned about the crew and our exposure to radiation he said.  in a low concerned tone as to not arouse the suspicion of the other crew member. The Time has come for us to get inside The Anti-Rad Chamber which Bat -Guy had termed so because of its solid thick lead exterior which was 10 ft. thick and wide.

They only had to be there a couple of days but being that close to everyone in such low light conditions produced a psychedelic effect comparable to that of Dragons-Tongue. I smoked Dragons-Tongue regularly in a long glass Nectar Collector so I must have built a tolerance to its active component a new chemical known as DHC. Most of the crew would quarrel and were stressed but I remained calm keeping mostly to myself. except for a moment when Batman tried to have sex with me, but I told him that I was not really into him at the moment, but maybe some other time, and that I am Pan-sexual and love everyone, even bats. A red light flashed in the Lead chamber signaling we were out of the danger zone which produced harmful cancerous radiation. 

 https://5kyeeidtal.bandcamp.com/track/dark-shadows-in-the-well

Later That night I had a strange dream of Mandalas & Fractal Geometries everywhere around me and a human on a cross and another human stabbing his side. He then ascended into the sun and came back as an alien! What does all this mean? I had to briefly ask myself. Pluto looked surreal from here. It was like a snowball drifting among the other stars like a drop of dew...It all just means NOTHING...Meaningless in its entirety, born just to die they thought to themselves in a state of momentary enlightenment with void less everything.

[dreaminpetals]

SLAMS FISTS AGAINSTS TABLE i need more wlw content RN !!! but if u could write general dating hcs of margie nd patricia (seperately nd fem s/o) id really appreciate that ! thank u <3

💸 general romantic hcs for margie and patricia 🔮 . . .

margaretha zelle ;;

♡ after that disastrous relationship with her estranged husband, margie decided that men don't exist anymore and women are the only people who matter.

♡ she was interested in you the moment you arrived at the manor, the way you carried yourself captivated her and every interaction she had with you left her craving more. margie has unusually high standards so consider yourself extremely lucky that she even spared you a glance... let alone staring at you and daydreaming about sipping wine by the poolside together.

♡ loves to dance with you and perform for you, when she rehearses you're the one who gives her tips for improvement or ideas on what moves she could add.

♡ cannot hit high notes when she sings but when she sings under her breath and pairs it with relaxing tunes from her music boxes, they soothe you to sleep whenever you're having difficulties dozing off.

♡ she wants to give you a luxurious life, one full of riches and gold. margie idolizes the idea of getting to settle down with someone in a lush home with several walk in closets and a pool. she dreams of being far away from the buzz of modern society and to only have her wifey and a bunch of poodles.

♡ i'm not saying she's a sugar mommy but she has sugar mommy....tendencies.

♡ you both love spoiling each other, your relationship is almost a competition of who can spend more money on the other.

♡ loves when you cook for her!!! give her wine and a fancy meal over a candlelit table and she'll be wrapped around your finger for the night.

♡ would buy you matching heart shaped lockets with an anniversary picture of you two inside, the back of the locket has the date you got together on it :)

♡ every wednesday she holds girls nights with vera, fiona, helena etc and you always get matched with margie during 7 minutes in heaven, you insist that she's rigging the game somehow but she denies it and says maybe fate loves to bring you together (she's rigging it, everyone is, the whole game is set up to make the girls get paired with their crushes lol)

♡ sweet talks you often, she isn't shy about declaring that you're her dearie, doll, melody, or princess.

♡ always asking if you've eaten, slept, or seen the gift she dropped off a few hours ago... queen of making sure you take care of yourself.

♡ bubble baths with you are her favourite way to cool off after a long day, her days as an animal tamer lead to her having a soft spot for rubber duckies 🥺

♡ loves to doll you up and help you with glittery makeup looks or wigs, i'd imagine she would enjoy photoshoots as well.

♡ big picky eater, she sneaks you food when something doesn't meet her standards.

♡ once she feels truly comfortable around you and is confident you're the love of her life, she'll ask to be called natalie. you know more than her dancer persona so you deserve to address her accordingly <3

patricia dorval ;;

♡ patricia had never even considered romance, her whole life has been spent on the run, devoting all her energy into mastering powerful magic with her adoptive mother.

♡ it took her a long time to realize she was crushing on you.

♡ whenever patricia collected herbs you were always there to help her, she would demand to be left alone and boast about how she didn't need anyone's help, but you were more persistent than she was.

♡ patricia had to admit she enjoyed your company, while she was prickly towards other people she found it easy to warm up to you and even found herself placing you as a priority in battle, she couldn't focus on anything if you were in any sort of danger.

♡ what finally spilled her feelings over the edge was when her hand brushed against yours as you placed poisonous herbs into a basket together, she drew in your warmth and immediately grabbed both of your hands in hers.

♡ "y/n, i must admit... these strange feelings in my heart like butterflies... they are for you! i am in love with you." she winced at her blunt delivery but everything was okay when her eyes opened and she saw you beaming at her, squeezing her fingers and leaning in for a kiss.

♡ three words. lesbian power couple.

♡ if you had any sort of headache or difficulties falling asleep, you'd consult patricia before you even thought of seeing a medical practicioner like emily. the healing potions she brewed for you worked like a charm.

♡ patricia loves a good game of chess.

♡ don't think that she'll go easy on you just because she's infatuated with you, she views you as her equal and loves to compete with you fair and square.

♡ would love to do your makeup and paint on 24 hour tattooes, you'd do the same to her and match for a day.

♡ it took a while for her to get on board with pda and cuddling but she's very touch starved and enjoys being the big spoon, along with slinging a protective arm over your shoulder when you walk with her.

♡ gifts you with handcrafted jewellery that brings good luck upon the wearer, the sight of you adorned in good luck charms and jewels that banish evil wash her over with relief.

♡ patricia's hugs are a bit stiff but once she eases into them she can squeeze the life out of you and warm you up in the snap of a finger.

♡ she radiates so much body heat, feel free to put your hands in hers when you come home late... she might even know a spell to help you!!!

♡ lets you call her trish or patty if you'd like.

♡ late nights consist of you both laying in each other's arms reading different books, but if you come across an excerpt the other might like you read it aloud for them.

♡ meeting you was the best thing that happened to her, once she realized she was in love with someone at the manor it urged her to befriend some of the other girls and she even mustered up the courage to chat with the hunters.

♡ somehow she became friends with yidhra and when you come home at night you'll occasionally see the dream witch sipping some tea at your coffee table, giving you a silent wave that means 'hey'.

♡ god you loved patricia.

[writtenkitten18]

The New Band in Town: R A V E N

My name is Raven Addams and I am a stripper.

I wish that I could say that becoming a stripper was a choice more like I needed a job with good tips and let me work at night when I didn't have class. After I graduated college, I was able to dedicate more time to my job and make better tips.

Now before you shame me for admitting that I strip for money, you must know one thing: I never said that I was ashamed of being a stripper. In a weird way, stripping has boosted my self-esteem for the better. When I walk in that stage, everyone knows who the fuck I am. I have men begging on their hands and knees for even 5 second of my attention.

I will admit, it brings me great pleasure seeing their disappointment when they find out that I lick pussy.

Being gay has greatly affected my relationship with my parents. They wanted me to marry a boy I had no chemistry with and would beat me every time I asked to bring another woman into our bed. My parents didn't care that he was abusive, as long as I wasn't committing a sin with a woman. Whenever I wanted to leave him, my parents would beat me with a bible until I repent for my sins.

It wasn't until I was 18 that Gabriel saved me.

He came to my door one day to rescue me and he helped me escape from my parents and make a new life for myself away from Georgia. He let me stay at one of his properties in Los Angeles as long as I check in with him and let him know I was safe.

So it comes as a surprise that he called me, asking for a favor.

****

I've been on my own for 7 years now and I have made a name for myself in this town. Turns out, being a beautiful, plus sized black lesbian is a rare commodity in Hollywood. I make so many tips every night that I needed two purses to carry the cash home.

Today was a short day because the power went out halfway through my set, so my boss sent everyone home early which gave me enough time to grab takeout and go bass shopping before I got home around 2 AM. I was in the middle of stringing and tuning it when my phone started ringing. At first, I ignored the ringing because I wasn't expecting anyone to call me this late. But when I saw Gabriel's name on the caller ID, I ran over to my charging phone and answered the call, putting the phone to my ear.

I started the dialogue. "What up Gabriel the Angel? It's good to know that you're still alive and kicking."

He chuckles and I can almost feel his positive energy radiate through the receiver. "It's good to hear the sound of your voice Raven. How have you been since we've last spoken."

I respond. "Can't complain. I got a job as a stripper at the Unicorn, so it gave me enough leeway to get my degree. Graduation passed a few months ago, but the aftershock from getting that diploma on that stage hasn't gone away and I don't want it to."

Gabriel approves. "I'm proud of you kid. If there's anyone I know that deserves it, it's you. That's not the reason why I'm calling though."

I joke. "I would expect nothing less Honest Gabe. What's up?"

Gabriel responds seriously. "So, I have rescued a young woman who was sold and sexually abused as a child. Her captor forced her to get addicted to speedballs, but I helped her get clean and she's been sober for 6 months now. Now I must help someone in Vegas, but I don't want to leave her alone during this crucial moment of her recovery. Could it be possible if I could leave her with you for a couple months until I can find a suitable living condition? You're the only person that I trust to do this and I can send you money every month to cover her expenses."

I question. "Do I have to worry about coming home to find her with a needle in her arm?"

Gabriel responds. "Absolutely not. She swore to me that she never wants to feel that kind of high ever again. I also gave her some weed to help with her urges and she knows not to push her limits. You wouldn't have to worry about her and alcohol. She swears away from that stuff. Keeps talking about trying Jager when she was 9."

I chuckle. "I don't blame her for swearing off of alcohol. The people who make Jager swear that it tastes like the best candy you'll ever eat in your life, but it literally tastes like they put death and cough syrup in a bottle and shook it consistently  for 5 hours." The two of us shared a laugh before I continued with my questions. "Does she have any talent that could be of any use?"

Gabriel responds instantly. " She's a great singer. Awhile back, I bought her a journal for her thoughts and she shared her work with me. She has some genuine talent. Could be useful if you're looking for, I don't know, a singer/songwriter to form a rock band and work with the Relentless." I froze for a moment before Gabriel continues with his train of thought. "I know you Raven more than you'll ever know. You've been talking about working with the Relentless for as long as I've known you. In fact, if my memory serves me right, you told me that you're in love with Lily Mayflower and have wanted to meet her since-"

I stop him before my cheeks turn bright red. "Okay that's enough about Lily Mayflower before I burst into a puddle." I think for a few seconds before I speak into my phone. "Give me an hour to think it over and I'll call you back with an answer." Gabriel agrees to wait for my call and we exchanged our goodbyes before I hung up the call. Not even a minute passes before my phone rings again. Except this time, it wasn't Gabriel on the other line. It was a unknown number.

Hesitant on who was on the other line, I press the answer button and put the phone to my ear and speak. "Hello?"

A female voice speaks from the receiver. "Hi. Is this Raven Addams?"

I respond. "This is she."

The female voice sighs before she continues. "Thank goodness. I thought I dialed the wrong number. I also didn't expect for you to be awake at this time of hour. But anyways, I'm calling about the band recruitment flyer that was posted near the Roxy."

I let out a breath of relief before I speak with sincerity. "Yes I posted that flyer. To be honest with you, it's been so long since I posted that flyer and I full well expected someone to have thrown it into the trash."

The girl chuckles. "Yeah someone ripped it to pieces a few months back. But I managed to the number off the flyer and save it into my phone. I've been meaning to call you, but I had a family emergency to take care of and I lost track of time. Furthermore, I have good news for you. My uncle owns Akkadian Records and he has allowed me to find a singer/songwriter and a bassist for a band he's starting. I know that this sounds very sudden and possibly scam-like, but I promise that I'm not fucking with you. To prove it to you, we want to arrange a demo recording where we can see if any sparks fly. What do you say?"

Without hesitation, I respond. "Yes. Hell yes. We would be so down. Thank you for the opportunity. I promise that we won't let you down."

The female voice responds cheerfully. "Amazeballs. So, we have an availability this Friday at 4 PM. Are you available then?"

I think for a moment before I answer. "Yes we are available then. Again, thank you for the opportunity Miss."

The female voice replies sweetly. "Please call me Elie. Miss is reserved for my mother and she would kill anyone who challenges her supremacy."

I joke. "Trust me when I say this girl. My mother is the only woman that I call miss and she will defend that title with her life.

The two of us share a laugh as we exchanged information and end the call. Realizing what my choice was going to be, I redialed the previous number in my call logs and after I heard the voice speak first, I respond.

"How soon can you get her here?"

[brachyurans]

tw3 moods, part 4

BASE GAME GWENTE QUESTE COMPLETE. I AM KING.

you know how i was saying i wanted to use a Nilfgaard deck for the aesthetic well i played a bunch of practice rounds against merchants and put together a good Nilf deck and won the passiflora running Emhyr the Relentless and it was great

i think i might try a Monster deck for the BoW and HoS gwent quests but that’s pretty far in the future.

also, i managed to hit 100 hours on this game without doing a single main quest in skellige lmfao

i learned how to install w3 mods so i could put in Always Full Exp. i waited so long for skellige that nothing was giving me any exp anymore and seeing ‘received: 2xp’ after quests is kind of not fun. now i’m enjoying crossing contracts off again! overleveling is a fake gamer lie.

i figured out the incredibly hilarious fact that geralt’s honey-collecting method involves setting the entire beehive on fire and waiting for it to drop to the ground. geralt hasn’t been friends with bees since he was torturing them with jugs as a witcherling and he’s not about to start now. i haven’t yet figured out what i’m meant to do with all these honeycombs but i sure do got ’em!

the bit where geralt gets put in skellige prison made me chilly. they made him go barefoot :( on the other hand, geralt interacting with what passes for a justice system on this world is fantastic and heartbreaking, he is embittered and impatient and he wants everyone to hurry up and just tell him exactly how bad he’s going to get fucked over today

the way geralt’s face fucking DROPS when eredin shows up in the cave of dreams. [MUFFLED SCREAMING]

also, the way blueboy lists off the herbs everyone’s gotta take—hemlock, henbane, nightshade, etc.—and geralt is like whoa that’s gonna be a hell of a trip like FHSKFJSK of course mr. i-drink-poison-for-a-living knows exactly what kinda trip they’re gonna have. and he’s still just like fuck it this may as well happen to me today.

hjalmar’s quest was actually a tremendous amount of fun, i was kind of putting it off because i don’t enjoy boss battles, but it reminded me a lot of being a kid and how much i loved reading the bits with odysseus and polyphemus (and rereading. i swear i read the polyphemus sequence over twice as often as any of the rest of it). the odyssey was one of my favorite books as a child. yes i was that child. getting folan from the rock trolls was also a lot of fun and having him around for the rest of the investigation was nice. (amazing he could fire a bow with those burns on his hands tbh.) i’m always ten times more willing to wander into horrible dark caves when i have an npc around to be friends with.

i would smooch cerys an craite. geralt should not, that would be weird, but i would.

I PUT THE BABY IN THE FUCKING OVEN

i don’t even have fucking words for this quest i was like ok cerys i support you and then. oh my god. i SCREAMED. i almost missed the timed choice i was too busy freaking out. like. THIS?? THIS IS THE FUCKING CONTEXT FOR THAT???

obviously after all that i crowned her queen. who the fuck picks hjalmar over cerys when she’s obviously the superior candidate like crach says he has no preference but the only point he can give in hjalmar’s favor is “skellige wants a monarch who’ll lead them to battle with nilfgaard” like ok sure crach but i’m gonna back the monarch who won’t immediately fling the isles into emhyr’s maw. may the reign of the first queen of skellige be long and prosperous.

CIRI!!!! IS!!! GAY!!!!!!

i thought lesbian ciri was just a reasonably popular fanon but no you can look a naked woman straight in the eyes as ciri and say “actually, i prefer women,” i love & support my lesbian daughter

the entire last wish sequence killed me FUCKING DEAD

geralt when he says ‘agh, no, not another portal’ and yen tells him to stop whining 😭😭😭

me: ok geralt lets try for a repeat of the unicorn scene [selects dialogue]

geralt: you wanna fuck on the top of a mountain in a dead guy’s bed?

yen: no.

yennefer, darling and best-beloved as she is to me, actually super needs to stop reading geralt’s mind without permission it isn’t cute or funny. it is also, as far as i can see, an invention of the games. bad cdpr [whacks with newspaper]

i’ve now let both the succubi go so i can never make a succubus decoction. rip me. the uncraftable recipe in my alchemy tab is gonna bug me but i just won’t stab women for the crime of being Horny if i don’t have to is that so wrong

i absolutely could not bear to kill any more fucking sirens so around this point i went to get uma. i still have sidequests and Witcher diagrams to get in skellige but sirens and mountains are annoying.

emhyr: i give you leads as fresh as morning dew and this is what i get?

me: well after running around the continent on fifty different side quests the leads were all uh... slightly less fresh.

“forktails this close to the fortress? someone’s been slacking off” go on just drag eskel for filth why don't you geralt

time for everyone to go on their Life-Changing Field Trip with Zuko Geralt

omfg the illusion child with the foglets that Lambert said was copied from his cohort is fucking TINY. it’s probably a reused model because the trainee witchers must have been close to full-grown when they did the trial of the medallion if they were going out on the Path right after but still like... thas bad. witchers are tragedies.

that geralt and eskel’s idea of quality time is dissecting a katakan together (or rather, eskel dissects a katakan and geralt eats an apple...i desperately hope he got the apple out of his pack because it kind of looked like he grabbed it off the nasty-ass katakan table and that’s Gross, geralt)... these guys are fuckin nerds

eskel managing to radiate mom friend energy while practically black-out drunk is extremely powerful

if I was yennefer witnessing three men twice as big as me squeezed into my nice dresses i would have had MUCH harsher words for all of them. those dresses would be unwearable afterwards. also i made the mistake of taking everything off in order to wear yen’s pants which meant geralt woke up on the floor completely naked while everyone else was already busy having their shit together while fully dressed. embarrassing.

vesemir is an extremely fucked-up old dude. ah yes, you know how old people are, nostalgic for their torture tables, just can’t get rid of those. lambert is right about everything

emhyr may be a grade-A douché but geralt’s a little bitch. what’s wrong with morvran leading a banner to kaer morhen, i thought we liked morvran. he’s a horse girl and he’s always polite to us. you don’t even know how to command a company of nilfgaardian soldiers geralt. oh no emhyr will have intelligence about kaer morhen if morvran comes!—he would get the same if it was just the soldiers you think his companies aren’t full of spies??? suck it up and play nice for ciri we need bodies in that castle!! suspect geralt went to ask emhyr literally just to lord over him that he was going to do some fancy magic stuff with ciri that emhyr could never, smh

i have to stop main-questing now and Prepare i want at least three more levels and all of my Witcher gear in order before i head out after ciri

which means i gotta go kill some more sirens.

fuck.

[maxthelesbian-hasmoved]

Sugar, You’re Sweet

inspired by this imagine (x) and @subjectx17

Ship: Lou x Debbie x Reader

Rating: T

It was always the moment they first saw you that made your heart stop. Lou was usually the first to notice you in a room, no matter how crowded or dark; it was as if she had a well-trained compass that activated instantly and had pinpoint accuracy. Debbie would follow Lou’s gaze, like a well trained companion movement. The pair of them turned heads of their own. They always looked like they were ready to take on anything and still look just as fantastic as they were before. Everything from Lou’s devil-may-care leather  aesthetic, to Debbie’s love of high heels and tight dresses screamed luxury . They were head-turners no matter where they went from day one, and they made sure you were too.

Lou always looked like she was undressing you lazily as she took in the beautiful girl wearing just what she had thought would look so well. She always had good judgement when it came to it these days, in her own style and yours. Though you were really happy with anything glittery,  Lou knew just how to make you sparkle.

Debbie always looked intensely adoring, like  you were the sun, and she had been in the dark for so long. Her face might only slightly shift, but her eyes sparkled. Debbie was usually more reserved than you and Lou. She was constantly unshakable, always looking as if she was ten steps ahead of everyone else. More often than not, she was.

“Hey, baby girl,” Lou beamed smugly as she and her brunette partner approached you. “ You look absolutely amazing.”

“Thanks, Lou,” you smiled back, lifting yourself up to place a kiss on Lou’s cheek, soft and steady. Lou’s arm went around your waist instinctively, as well as Debbie’s next to her, “Did you guys like the set?”

“Absolutely! You really are stunning, Kitten,” Debbie agreed, reaching over with her arm and brushing your cheek. You beamed back at the affection.

“You’ll look even more stunning on the Loft Floor when we get home tonight,“ Lou purred in that deep, rough voice that made chills run down your spine.

“Agreed, let’s just hope we can make it through the Night Rush,” Debbie nodded, leaving you blushing pink and giggling happily as Lou’s lips nipped at her ear and released her hold on you.

Between the two women, you were sure you were spoiled absolutely rotten, though this relationship had never been just for the money. Lou and Debbie were everything you could have wanted. The three of you worked together like a precision instrument, complimenting each other's strengths and weaknesses to form an unshakable power trio.

Lou and Debbie were exciting, and sexy, and made your heart skip a beat when you got to wake up in the morning nestled between the two gorgeous women who you loved, and who loved you back. Sometimes joined by the little puffball of a dog Debbie had brought home one day with Constance in tow explaining that she was forced into adopting the thing, and his name was Fizzgig.

Your life had changed that day in the club. Of course you hadn’t expected it to, but who really ever expects two goddesses dropping out of the sky and sweeping you into a life better than you had ever dreamed of. In fact it had been just another unenchanting girls night out with some of your old call center buddies. You didn't’ really fit in with them, but your social circle had been miserably small after moving to New York soon after graduation.

The Stardust had been the third club of the night, as it was the only one open all night long. You had been ready to go home after the second bar. The heels had looked cute in the beginning of the night, but now you would probably be sporting blisters. Your co-workers however were enthusiastically hammered and not ready to go. Designated Driver Duty was the worst, at least when you were intoxicated you couldn't feel your toes.

The music in The Stardust wasn’t bad;  in fact it was some of the kind of older music you had sitting in your own sort of outdated playlist at home. You hadn’t seen a DJ, so the music must be the owners, or whoever was on shift.

You ate another pretzel at the bar as your friends took to the dance floor to make a fool of themselves. That’s when you looked towards the person behind the counter, and met the most beautiful  pair of storm blue eyes you had ever seen.

The second thing you noticed was the shaggy, almost bleached, blonde bangs obscuring the piercing eyes from view. Her cheekbones were rounded and angular, almost feline, only adding to air of angelic rebellion that she radiated. She was leaning in front on you against the counter, arms crossed and placed casually on the bar.

Her silver suit-coat sleeves were rolled up to expose her forearms, littered with several bracelets and a very expensive looking watch. She also wore several necklaces, and a tie loosely around her neck, tucked into a few-sizes-too-small black vest. Her lower half was hidden behind the bar, but from how she was bent to rest on the counter, she was anything but short.

“You look like you’re having fun,” She smirked, an accent on the edges of her words, the last fragment of an instinct. Her voice alone was enough to make your knees feel a bit weak, not to mention she looked like an elven queen became a lesbian zaddy with far too much faux leather on for the beautiful creases of laugh lines etched into her skin. But the woman wore it unlike anyone you had ever seen. Everything about her reeked of almost gross confidence.

There was rampant smugness in the way she pushed her tongue ever so slightly into her cheek as she beamed. The way her hair fell so perfectly along her shoulders, “The name’s Lou, in case you can’t ask. Which, by the looks of your face, might be the case.”

She couldn’t be just the Bartender, she looked far too at home for that. This mesmerizing woman had to be a manager, something that matched her commanding energy, and she knew it too. You hadn’t noticed your jaw had dropped until Lou coolly extended a hand and gently pushed it closed, a chuckle coming from her buttery throat, “You look good like that mind you, awestruck.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, and goosebumps erupted up your arms. You tried to summon any sort of intelligence for speech but only found a strange assortments of noise like whoever was writing the dialogue of your mind smashed their hands repeatedly into the keyboard, “alksjdfkldsa I- Y/n,” you blundered out.

‘Way to be a bottom, Y/n,’ you internally cursed, of course you would stuff your foot in your mouth in front of one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen.

Lou laughed then, “I knew the haircut was good, but I didn’t know I had that much power now. You alright there, sheila?”

“Lou, leave the poor girl alone, you don’t need to jump on every face we find pretty,” another voice came from behind you. You turned and you felt your jaw drop this time.

The other woman’s body was wrapped in a pale white, fluffy fur coat, a skin tight full black jumpsuit beneath, only broken by a gold, diamond studded belt around her middle. She was tanned as if she had spent a summer at the beach and it hadn’t quite faded, light freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and forehead, a sun-kissed queen.

She was on the more average side of tall,  her face more squared off than Lou’s. Her hair was deep chocolate brown and it feel past her shoulders in loose glamorous curls, only accented by a light sprinkle of burnt caramel highlights. She had genius written in her features.

A warm smile graced her full lips, softening her otherwise sharper features. Her eyes were deep and comforting like black coffee, almost the Ying to the blonde’s Yang. She carried herself regally, a born leader, but she still glowed with a gentle kindness.

A look was shared between the two before the brunette looked back at you, “I take it Y/n is what I call you, for now?”

You nodded, “Yeah, sorry, it’s been a long night,” At least you could form coherent sentences now, “If I have to hear ‘Shots Bitches’ shouted by Kelly from HR one more time I’m going to lose what is left of my sanity.”  You gestured towards the group of flapping limbs that was your companion quartet.

The brunette laughed and moved to sit next to you at the bar, The blonde pulling out two drinks and placing them in front of you, you couldn’t take your eyes away from her hand as it moved to push her hair to one side, “Babysitting detail, not always the most enjoyable way to spend an evening.” she nodded, “Call me Debbie,” She extended a hand to you, which you took.

“Debbie,” you tried the name out, liking how it made her smile just a bit brighter when you said it, “Are you two-” You tried to find the words, together? Tag teaming?

“Yes,” Lou replied before you could think another option.

You blinked for a moment, you felt like something in you had short circuited and clicked into place all at once. You found yourself laughing along with the three of them, the sounds blending happily.

You had all fit far too well from the get go, getting to know each other like it was an unnecessary step, and before you knew it, it was time to drag your drunk work buddies home. But you found yourself reluctant to leave.

Lou and Debbie had invited you back before you all but herded the small group out the club’s doors as the pair followed behind to lock up. You had exhaustively told them you would love to, but you had plans. Which you did at the time, but those plans had eventually been canceled. You came back to The Stardust the next night.

It was supposed to be a one night stand, that turned into breakfast, which turned into a day out together, which turned into you staying with them for a week. You hadn’t wanted to leave each other and soon, and they asked you to join their couple. You had accepted obviously, who wouldn’t. Lou got you a job working at her club as a singer for the night crowd, and together the three of you found a rhythm.

You loved the two of them more than you had ever thought possible, and they loved you just as much, and you wouldn’t swap that for anything in the world.