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I saw you were looking for lesbian book recs and I've just gotta ask you: have you heard of Burn the House Down by Kenna Jenkins? It's an alternate history novel abt the 1st woman president and her secret sapphic relationship/bearded marriage with her mlm best friend. It also includes a subplot about arson at the White House, ft. An entirely queer main cast and really fleshed out characters, and has a really satisfying ending!

This sounds really interesting 😋 I love a sapphic/mlm duo I’ll definitely read it 💪 thanks for the rec

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Bechloe 😍

BECHLOE WAS REAL AND IM SO MAD THEY DIDNT MAKE THEM CANNON ‼️

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Beca couldn’t believe she’d agreed to this. She would’ve preferred staying in, mixing beats and finding more samples for her arrangements, but after Chloe had practically groveled at her feet to come out, Beca couldn’t bring herself to say no. She told herself she’d put her foot down for once, but when Chloe looked at her with that almost mischievous grin, Beca couldn’t bring herself to refuse her.

So, here Beca was getting ready to go to a party at some sorority house she’d never been to. She’d made Chloe promise she wouldn’t leave her to wander aimlessly through the crowds of sweaty, sticky college kids covered in beer and unknown substances. The red-head swore she wouldn’t let Beca out of her sight, but deep down Beca knew as soon as Chloe started to feel the liquor coursing through her system she would stumble away and leave Beca alone in the endless, confining space of the warm sorority house.

Even though Beca knew Chloe wouldn’t keep her word, she liked to hold out hope that Chloe would stay by her side long enough for Beca to feel that subtle, warm buzz while she inevitably waited for Chloe to return. As Beca thought about the familiar scenario and how awful she would feel without Chloe there to distract her, she began to have second thoughts. ‘Maybe I can skip out on this one…’ Beca thought, staring at the outfit that she’d decided to wear to the party. Her dark mauve shirt suddenly felt more constricting than flattering and she was now hyper aware of the necklaces dangling from her neck.

She didn’t want to disappoint Chloe by flaking at the last minute, but she’d rather deal with Chloe’s temporary disappointment than the smothering feeling of being stuck alone in a house full of stupid, drunk college kids, disaster waiting to happen.

Beca fought with the thoughts in her head, and as if on cue, her phone rang with a notification from Chloe.

Chloe: Ur still coming right?? I'm not going by myself again 😔

Beca laughed. Maybe she would go… or maybe she wouldn’t. She couldn’t make up her mind and Chloe’s unintentional guilt tripping didn’t make her come up with a decision any faster. She grabbed her phone, staring at the text bubble for a moment.

Beca: why don’t u ask Stacie? she’ll definitely go with u

Chloe’s response was almost immediate.

Chloe: Because id rather go with u

Chloe: I feel like we don’t hang out nearly as much as we should

Beca agreed, they hadn’t hung out as much as they used to. Beca didn’t know why. She’d assumed it had something to do with Chloe’s schedule. She missed Chloe, but she never said anything. It was comforting knowing that Chloe felt the same.

Beca: ur right we haven’t. I feel like ur always busy

Beca: plus every time we go out it’s always to somewhere loud and obnoxious

Beca: why can’t we hang out somewhere where we can actually have a conversation?

Beca set her phone down while she waited for Chloe’s response. She knew she wouldn’t have to wait long, Chloe was always quick to reply. She played with the silver necklace Jesse had gotten her for their first anniversary. Even though they’d broken up months ago, Beca couldn’t bring herself to get rid of it. It reminded her of the good times with Jesse and distracted her from the explosive arguments that caused their break up. A notification from her phone caught her attention before she reflected too much on her failed relationship.

Chloe: Ik I’m sorry I’ve been trying to catch up on work

Chloe: if I flunk Mr. Bradshaws class you’ll never see me again 😥

Chloe: Why don’t u like parties Beca they’re fun just give them a chance!!

Sigh. Beca loved Chloe. She really did, but she wished Chloe would just see things from her point of view without Beca having to spell it out for her.

Beca: maybe I’d like them more if u didn’t abandon me to go get drunk when u know I only go to those stupid parties for u chlo

This time, Chloe’s response didn’t come as quickly. Beca told herself it was because Chloe was really considering what Beca had told her before responding. The longer she waited the more self conscious she felt about her response. It sounded a bit mean, but Beca had been dealing with this for an entire semester and she was really getting sick of having to be dragged around by Chloe just to be abandoned. And it’s not that she disliked parties completely, but they weren’t as fun when she didn’t know anyone to bounce of off, that’s what Chloe was supposed to be there for.

………..

Chloe: I’m sorry Beca Ik u dont like them

Chloe: I just thought if I brought u to them enough you’d start to warm up to them

Beca stared at her phone, at Chloe’s message. Beca wasn’t as upset as she once was, now she felt… She didn’t know what she felt, but she knew it was a positive feeling.

Beca: it’s fine chlo I just want the two of us to hang out together… alone lol

Beca didn’t know if that sounded flirty or not. She’d added the ‘lol,’ just in case, but she wasn’t sure if that was enough. Sometimes her and Chloe flirted, but it was always innocent and never backed by anything. It was mostly Chloe doing something to Beca and Beca calling her out. Beca never really reacted because she didn’t know how to. She didn’t know if there was any truth behind Chloe’s teases. At first, she thought it was just jokes, but when someone acts a certain way towards you for so long, you start to question if they’re truly being serious.

And if Beca was being serious… she had feelings for Chloe, she had for a while now. She had no idea for how long at this point, there had sort of always been something that attracted Beca to Chloe. She had never been able to tell what, or maybe it was just Chloe’s overall positive aura that drew her in. She thought it might be Chloe’s boldness. I mean, their first real conversation was in the shower, both of them completely naked. Though Beca had been hesitant to look, she had noticed Chloe’s toned physique, something you could tell she worked for. Her core was tight and toned with an aquamarine-encrusted belly button ring.

Her boobs were perky and Beca could tell she’d recently tanned, it was even and bronze and it complemented the color of her hair so well. Or when she had always tried to stick up for Beca to Audrey, though it constantly fell on deaf ears. There was just something about Chloe that drew Beca in and the feeling had always been there, but now that Jesse was out of the picture, she was finally free to explore her attraction.

It’s not like she was just choosing to believe her delusions, either. Chloe had always acted especially friendly towards Beca. She loved to drop hints towards Beca that she wanted to “experiment” or that she “hadn’t experimented enough.” Beca had a feeling she knew what Chloe meant, but did she mean with her? Beca wasn’t sure. Chloe also loved to grope her. At first, she had been hesitant to be that comfortable with someone, but after Chloe had successfully broken Beca's walls, she began to allow the touches, even started to expect them. She could feel a tinge of concern in her stomach when Chloe didn’t touch her in some way.

She felt comfortable in Chloe’s touch. By her supple, tropical-scented hand lotion, or her matching perfume that made her smell like the freshest fruits. Her gold earrings or her wavy strawberry hair. Everything about her was comforting. Beca had never really felt that with any of her previous friends, only with Chloe. It was a new feeling, she didn’t know whether it was a welcome feeling or not.

Beca was brought from her self reflective ramblings by her phone dinging with a notification.

Chloe: Oh so u want alone time together 😏

There was Chloe’s usual flirting. Usually Beca would try to diffuse a situation like this, but for some reason she wanted to lean into it. She wanted to see how far this flirting would get her. Maybe she could convince Chloe to come over and miss the party. They could watch movies, talk, Beca might even confess her somewhat confusing feelings to her. They might even…

Beca didn’t want to get ahead of herself, so for now she decided to test the waters.

Beca: maybe I do 🥱

Beca: u might see if u skip this party and come over 🖤

Beca hadn’t realized how incredibly suggestive that sounded until she sent it, but she didn’t want to unsend it either. She wanted to see what Chloe would say, so she waited with baited breath as Chloe swiftly sent a reply.

Chloe: Are u trying to coerce me Beca 😨

Beca: idk is it working?

Chloe: tbh yeah 👀

Beca: then yes I am

Beca liked where this conversation was headed. She almost wanted to hit herself for not flirting back sooner. If she had, this might have already been a regular thing for her and Chloe. But this new feeling was invigorating and thrilling.

Chloe: Do u really want me to come over?

Chloe: Cause I will

Beca swallowed hard as she read those texts. She did want Chloe to come over, but what would that entail? By the tone of this conversation, they’d most likely take their relationship to a new level. Did Beca want that? Or more so, was she ready for that?

Beca closed her eyes as she imagined making love to Chloe. Her smooth glossed lips leaving cherry-colored kisses all over Beca’s skin. Feeling her warm, lotioned hands beneath her shirt, beneath her bra. Beca clenched her legs at the thought of it, she started to feel really hot all of a sudden but she didn’t want to keep Chloe waiting, so she responded as quickly as she could.

Beca: yeah I do

Beca: I’m tired of parties haha

Beca waited for Chloe’s reply. She could feel herself getting more excited by the second. Kimmy Jin was gone, so they were free to do whatever they wanted without an audience.

Chloe: Ok I’ll be right over

Wow, this was much more simple than Beca thought it would be. She should’ve done this sooner. As she set her phone down, she looked in the mirror. She was still wearing her outfit for the party. Should she change? Beca thought over it for a moment, she’d spent so long getting ready, might as well let someone see it.

Beca laid back, waiting for Chloe to knock on her door. She wasn’t too far, so she wouldn’t take long. Beca was equal parts nerves and excitement. She’d finally be able to tell Chloe how she felt. It was something she almost wanted to celebrate. Maybe with some alcohol to give her the liquid courage she needed.

A couple minutes later, there was a light few knocks on her dorm door. She hopped up, almost embarrassingly quick, and made her way to the door, making sure to fix her hair before opening it. When she opened the door, she was greeted by one of her favorite sights.

Chloe stood there in a dark blue tank top with an even darker colored cropped jacket, it was unzipped to reveal Chloe’s cleavage that was decorated with a golden necklace with a pearl in the middle. She had flared dark blue jeans and heeled boots on. Her winged eyeliner was more dramatic and smudged than usual and she had a dark stain on her lips, it was almost impossible not to stare. It all contrasted her bright hair and made everything mesh together cohesively. She looked amazing as always. Beca tried to make sure her awe wasn’t obvious, giving the red-head a quick once over before focusing on her face again. It was adorned with a bright smile, as usual.

The familiar scent of papaya and coconut wafted towards Beca as Chloe immediately pulled her into a hug. Beca embraced it, more than usual. She snuggled into Chloe’s shoulder more, wrapped her arms around her waist a little tighter, held her hands a little lower…

Beca pulled away, hesitantly at first. She looked at Chloe who seemed chipper as normal, despite her more intense makeup. She obviously eyed Beca up and down as she welcomed her into the dorm. Beca felt both hot and anxious under Chloe’s blatant stare. Though her gaze didn’t last long, the effect it had on Beca did.

“You’re lucky I love you, Bec,” Chloe joked as she casually sat on Beca’s bed. The bed she’d been sure to make before Chloe came. Beca couldn’t help but notice how alluring Chloe looked sitting with her legs crossed like that, in her flared jeans with that dark makeup, looking at Beca so playfully, like she knew where this night would eventually lead. Beca walked towards her, trying not to make the anxious desire rushing through her detectable.

“I know. I must be pretty important for that,” Beca said, sitting beside Chloe on the bed, once again being greeted by her fruity smelling perfume, a scent she never got tired of. Chloe smiled at her before replying.

“You are… plus, I felt bad for alway dragging you out and then leaving you,” Chloe admitted, her confident, laid back attitude partially being interrupted by genuine regret. Beca had already mostly forgiven Chloe for that, but now with her right in front of her, looking at her with that remorseful look in her eyes, all Beca’s anger seemed to melt away.

“It’s ok. I’m just glad I actually get to talk to you now. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Beca replied, nervously fidgeting with the layers of bracelets dangling from her wrist. She couldn’t look at Chloe when she had that look in her eyes. It made Beca want to act reckless and there was no room for mistakes tonight. Beca had decided that tonight was the night she would confess her feelings.

“I know, me too, but I’m here now,” Chloe replied. Beca could feel Chloe’s gaze pouring into her and it just made her face feel hotter than it already was. She could feel her lips curling into a nervous smile.

“Yeah, you are. It was easier to get you here than I thought it’d be,” Beca giggled, finally looking up to see Chloe’s smile. It made Beca’s heart speed up, she could feel the rhythmic thumping against her chest, she was almost certain Chloe could hear it, too. Chloe had somehow pulled a bottle of wine from her bag and had already begun opening it. Beca alternated her stare between the bottle and Chloe, she shouldn’t have been surprised but she was. Chloe laughed to herself as she finally got the lid off.

“Did you think it’d be hard or something?” Chloe laughed, taking a sizeable swig from the bottle before passing it to Beca. She wrestled with whether to accept it or not. The liquid courage would help her as long as she didn’t get too drunk. She grabbed the bottle and took a smaller sip than Chloe before handing it back to her.

“I mean, yeah kinda. You don’t like missing parties, Chlo,” Beca said, sitting back against the wall with Chloe soon following suit. Now, they were even closer and Beca could smell the wine beginning to mix with Chloe’s tropical scent. Chloe’s hair fell in framing cascades around her face, the strawberry locks were as soft as fresh linen. Beca wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through it.

“I don’t mind missing a few parties for you, Beca. You know that,” Chloe reiterated, taking another sip of wine and passing it to Beca again. She took it with less hesitation the second time. Beca could tell Chloe was beginning to feel its effects and she wouldn’t let herself fall behind her. Beca was starting to feel herself become more at ease, her shoulders were falling and she could actually make eye contact with Chloe now. She looked as radiant as ever, the alcohol was working to make Beca even more smitten with her best friend. There was a subtle blush to her tan skin, courtesy of the alcohol. With the way the wine was taking effect already, Beca could tell Chloe had pregamed before coming.

“Do I?” Beca joked, eyeing Chloe with a teasing glint in her eyes. Chloe giggled as she put her head down. Beca could see Chloe’s shoulders rise and fall with laughter. When Chloe put her head up, her eyes were sparkly and the red-tinted lip gloss that coated her lips bounced off the lights.

“I know I didn’t make that clear before,” Chloe started, averting Beca’s gaze while turning more red, “but it’s true.” Chloe finished, looking at the brunette with a newfound intensity.

“Well, thanks, Chlo,” Beca responded. She suddenly felt awkward with Chloe so close to her. She wanted a swig of the wine in Chloe’s hand. As Beca reached over for the wine, Chloe pulled it from her grasp. Now, they were closer than ever. Beca could feel the heat between them and Chloe’s eyes made Beca feel… something.

“There’s not much left,” Chloe said, her voice was deep and quiet, maybe because Beca was so close, but that tone of voice didn’t help Beca’s warm face. Beca finally decided it was time to back up, away from that comforting scent. Chloe looked disappointed for a moment, but it was gone as fast as it came.

“D-did you want the last sip or something?” Beca asked, she cursed quietly to herself for stuttering. Chloe’s smile returned as bright as ever. She was clearly enjoying this more than Beca.

“No, you can have it,” Chloe responded, passing the near empty bottle to Beca. She took it, but not without their fingers brushing against each other. Even with that short contact, Beca could already feel the smooth surface of Chloe’s hand.

“If I could have it, why’d you pull it away the first time?” Beca asked, finishing the bottle before setting it on the floor. At some point, Chloe had laid down and put her legs out, covering Beca’s legs with hers. It made Beca suddenly feel a bit better about confessing, clearly Chloe was even more flirty than she was.

Beca knew now was her chance to confess or she’d lose all the courage she’d built up. As the two had a stare down, Beca crept her way up Chloe’s leg, resting just beneath her knee. Chloe tried to make her smile inconspicuous, but Beca could see the corner of her lips curl up.

“I don’t know, I just felt like it,” Chloe teased, eyeing Beca’s hand on her leg before staring at Beca again, taking a detour to gaze at Beca’s lips. Beca scooted closer, careful to make sure Chloe didn’t notice. There was a break of silence between them. Beca supposed she should take advantage of the silence, but the nerves were still holding her back. Chloe had gotten on her phone at this point, giggling at something or someone.

Beca needed to just come out and say it before it ate her alive. “Chlo, I have something to tell you,” Beca started, ignoring the shakiness in her voice. Chloe looked up from her phone immediately like she was waiting for Beca to say something. Chloe set her phone down beside her before sitting up and staring at Beca with intense curiosity. Beca missed the warmth, but this was far more important than that.

“Uhm, the reason I wanted you to come over wasn’t just because I was tired of you leaving me at parties, even though that was annoying,” Beca stated, fidgeting with her hands again to distract herself.

“We haven’t really seen each other lately and I missed you,” Beca continued, she was trying to find the words needed to ease into this, but she couldn’t help but stall. Chloe smiled at Beca’s nervous exterior, she wasn’t really used to seeing Beca’s bashful side… she liked it.

“Aw, I missed you too, Beca,” Chloe responded, waiting for the brunette to continue. She wasn’t trying to rush her, which Beca appreciated, but it meant Beca had to push herself to come out with what she wanted to say.

“Thanks. Uhm… since we haven’t been hanging out as much I’ve been thinking,” Beca almost whispered. Chloe moved closer, simultaneously comforting Beca and making her more nervous.

“About?” Chloe asked, waiting for Beca to finish. There was an anticipating glow in her eyes. Chloe could tell where this was going from the moment she walked in, she just needed Beca to get the courage to say it.

“Us… like, our relationship. Since me and Jesse broke up, it’s made me realize things about myself,” Beca said, finally looking up from her shaky hands to stare at Chloe, her gaze as intense as ever.

“What about our relationship, Beca?” Chloe inquired with a smirk. This was starting to become harder by the minute. Beca knew she should stop beating around the bush, but Chloe didn’t make it easier with her penetrating gaze. She decided it’d just be easier to show Chloe rather than tell her.

Beca stared at Chloe for a moment, unsure. She’d just suddenly stopped talking and she could tell Chloe was starting to get concerned.

“Beca, are you o-“ Chloe started, but before she could finish, Beca bit the bullet and kissed her. Her lips were as soft as Beca imagined and the wine on her tongue made their kiss taste sweet. Chloe melted into the kiss easily, moaning into Beca’s mouth. Beca crawled towards Chloe, holding her back against her. Chloe’s hand was already in Beca’s hair, grazing around her scalp. Her lip gloss was smearing against Beca’s lips, but she couldn’t care less.

Beca’s hand gripped Chloe’s shoulder, pulling her jacket off to expose her freckle-covered shoulder. Beca let out a moan as Chloe spread her legs and pulled her between them. They feel against Beca’s pillows with a thud. Beca pulled away and Chloe was already giggling in the midst of trying to catch her breath.

“Beca… I-I don’t know what to say,” Chloe whispered, pulling Beca closer to her. Beca’s chest was falling and rising in quick succession. She didn’t even know she had that in her. She’d never planned to ambush Chloe with a kiss, but it just seemed easier than stumbling through a confession that could never properly convey her feelings for Chloe anyway. Plus, she finally got to kiss her best friend and that was worth every bit of awkward tension.

Beca gazed down at Chloe. Her breasts were glistening under the light as she caught her breath. Her eyes still had the playful glow that Beca loved so much and her once perfectly glossed lips had smudged and transferred to Beca’s.

“I didn’t either. That’s why I had to show you,” the brunette confessed. She was shocked at herself, but Chloe didn’t seem to be. She acted as if she had expected this at some point. Her smile was so captivating, it made Beca feel like she was on cloud nine each time she caught a glimpse of it.

“I was hoping you would,” Chloe whispered, propping herself on her elbows to give Beca another kiss. It was still as passionate as the last, but much more tender, like they had all the time in the world. Her lips were so soft against Beca’s, it made her want to melt against the redhead. Chloe moaned when Beca’s hand found her way onto her scalp, gently pulling at the silky strands. Chloe wrapped a leg around her, the rough feeling of the jeans grazing Beca’s hip as her shirt lifted slightly. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Chloe was a good kisser, but her imagination truly hadn’t captured the feeling of this moment. All the tension, flirty jokes, times Chloe’s hands had stayed on her for too long finally made sense. Chloe pulled Beca closer, arching into her touch as Beca gripped her hips tightly.

Chloe’s hand traveled to Beca’s shirt, pulling at the bottom as her nails grazed her skin. Before Beca could assist Chloe with her shirt, the door began to twist and rattle. Kimmy Jin. They both looked at each other for a split second before separating. Chloe sat up right and Kimmy Jin came in with her friends, looking at them with disdain, as usual.

“The white girl and her friend are here,” Kimmy Jin said in her permanently monotone voice. Beca stared at Chloe, Chloe stared at Beca, and all Kimmy Jin’s friends stared at them before sitting on Kimmy’s side of the room and starting up some game. Beca really wished she had a single room right about now. Chloe giggled to herself before leaning over to Beca, her lips grazing her neck. Beca tensed, this was reckless.

“My roommate will be out tonight if you wanna come over,” the red-head whispered flirtatiously. She knew Beca wouldn’t refuse her, she didn’t have the strength. She never had. Beca just nodded as she watched Kimmy Jin’s friends closely to make sure they wouldn’t be caught. Chloe looked over at the group for a moment, before turning Beca’s face to hers and leaving a chaste, teasing kiss to her lips. Beca wished it could go on forever, but Chloe got up, grabbed the now empty bottle and headed towards the door with a wave and a wink. Beca smiled and waved back. As she left, Beca fell against her bed, put her headphones on, and waited for nightfall when she could finally show Chloe just how deep her feelings went.

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Does anyone know any good lesbian books besides the seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo? I really want to read a cute sapphic love story, but I don’t know any and I find a hard time trusting booktok because their tastes are sometimes… questionable.

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And They Were Roomates

Enid x Wednesday

Author’s Notes: This is one of my favorite pairs and I hold out hope that they’ll become canon (though I highly doubt it 😔) I’m a sucker for a grumpy x sunshine trope, especially when their sapphic ‼️

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Another day wasted in this penitentiary, Wednesday grimaced. The day’s classes had finally ended and Wednesday couldn’t be more thrilled . She desperately wanted to get back to her typewriter and cello. She needed to find a way out of this school, but she also needed to solve the problem of the troll. Such an inconvenient dilemma, she mused.

Stepping into the half darkness of her shared dorm made Wednesday calm. It was quiet, not accompanied with the usual sounds of giggles and multicolored nails tapping away on a phone. Enid wasn’t here, perfect. Now she could play her cello in peace. As Wednesday set her bag down she heard the familiar tapping of her favorite disembodied hand.

Thing appeared from behind her typewriter, welcoming her back. Wednesday said hello to her friend before making her way over to the grand cello case. She wanted to get as much practice in before Enid came back and even worse, if Enid came back with Ajax in tow. She already had to deal with Enid’s incessant giggles at her phone, she didn’t need the sound of kissing to make her throw herself from the window of this dorm.

Lugging the cello outside to the balcony, Wednesday sat and began to ponder what to play. She had been learning a new piece that she wasn’t 100% sure with, it didn’t hurt to practice, she supposed. Wednesday began playing at the grand instrument, plucking its strings and dragging her bow along the thin threads, creating a melancholic song fit for a funeral, or a wedding. Same thing really.

Wednesday sat playing for a long while with the luxury of zero distractions, her only audience being Thing, who cheered and snapped when she perfected the song she’d been practicing. She was just about to start another song when the door of their dorm opened and her peaceful playing with no distractions was shattered. Enid was back. Strangely, Enid didn’t come to greet Thing or Wednesday, very out of character for Sinclair.

As Wednesday began playing again, she signaled Thing to go check on the werewolf. Thing swiftly scattered into the apartment, he seemed more worried for Enid than he let on. Wednesday left the potential crying to Thing, who was surprisingly comforting for a rogue hand. Wednesday was in the throes of another piece, feeling herself become lost in the music, in the deep, smooth notes of the string instrument, when she felt the cool touch of familiar fingers. Thing was back with intel.

Enid was crying, but from something that warranted tears. Ajax had broken up with her. The werewolf wouldn’t disclose the reason why, but Thing could tell the Sinclair was distressed. Wednesday was already planning a way to make word on her threat to Ajax if he hurt Enid. Where would Wednesday find a nail gun? Thing interrupted Wednesday’s murderous daydream with another tap to her leg, more aggressive this time. Thing was urging Wednesday to go in and comfort the girl.

“Thing, you know I’m no good with comfort, that’s what I have you for,” Wednesday explained in her usual deadpan voice. Thing tapped the balcony below them impatiently. Wednesday sighed, but got up to comfort the werewolf with little argument.

“Enid, what’s wrong? What happened?” Wednesday asked, though her delivery was as dry as usual, she genuinely did hate to see Enid cry.

“It’s Ajax,” Enid responded tearfully, revealing her face and the mix of pink glittery eyeshadow and dark mascara that had begun to trickle down her pale cheeks that were equally as decorated with blush and tears.

“What’d he do? Do I need to nail gun his heart?” Wednesday asked, sitting on Enid’s bed, even though the oversaturation of colors made her skin crawl, she braced it… for Enid. The werewolf smiled at Wednesday’s proposal, grabbing a tissue to wipe the fallen makeup and tears.

“No, of course not, roomie,” Enid joked, playfully punching Wednesday’s arm. Usually, this would earn Enid a death stare, but Wednesday felt sorry for her dorm mate so she allowed her the physical touch, just this once.

“What’d he do?” Wednesday asked. Enid seemed to be in higher spirits, so she thought maybe asking now would be better. Plus, she needed to know exactly what he did to find the best method of revenge possible.

Enid was silent for a moment, looking down at her bright bed sheets, then to Wednesday, then back to her bedsheets. Wednesday sat patiently, awaiting her dorm mate’s response,

“He said there was someone else and that I’m a sweet girl. He just wants to date someone else. He said we could still be friends, but I don’t know if I want that,” Enid spoke, her eyes were becoming glossy and Wednesday could tell she was about to cry. Enid clutched her tissue in her hand, desperately trying to keep her claws from springing forth. Her leg was shaking and Wednesday could tell she wasn’t alright. So, the Addams girl did something she never thought she’d do. She put her hand on Enid’s shoulder and rubbed a few small circles in the soft cotton of the pink fleece sweater Enid wore.

Wednesday quickly pulled her hand away again, but not before Enid looked at her, and then her shoulder where Wednesday’s cold hand had been, and then back at the Addams girl. Wednesday was surprised by the action, though Enid couldn’t tell behind Wednesday’s usual stoic expression. However, Wednesday could very clearly read Enid’s shock. The girl did not have a good poker face at all. Wednesday couldn’t tell if it was teasing or genuine, but she could see Enid’s mouth curve into the slightest smile.

“Wow, I thought you didn’t do emotions?” Enid asked in a teasing manner, clearly her spirits had been lifted. Wednesday took a moment before replying, for once, Wednesday didn’t have an answer. She was speechless.

“I don’t… but I don’t like to see you cry either,” Wednesday replied, looking away from Enid’s undoubtedly happy face.

“Aww roomie, you’re so sweet,” Enid gushed and Wednesday could feel the swell of her cheeks turn the slightest bit warmer. “But I thought seeing people cry was like, your favorite thing,” Enid inquired. Wednesday turned back to Enid who had her head tilted, expecting an answer.

“Yes, but that’s people who deserve to cry,” Wednesday claimed. She could feel herself digging deeper into a hole, one she would never come out of.

“So you think I don’t deserve to cry?” Enid asked, moving closer to Wednesday. The Addams girl looked up to see Sinclair smiling at her with something unknown just beyond her eyes. Wednesday could feel herself remembering why she didn’t give comfort, all she wanted was the soothing notes of her cello back.

“Yes. Ajax however…” Wednesday started, but before she could finish, Enid had moved significantly closer to her. She was still staring with that unknown smile, but Wednesday was starting to get a few ideas about what that look meant.

“Enid… what are you doing?” Wednesday asked, backing away a little before realizing if she backed away further she’d fall straight off the bed. So, she stayed where she was and hoped calling her out would get Sinclair to stop acting strange.

“I’m not doing anything, roomie,” Enid replied. Wednesday didn’t buy it, something was off with this girl. Before Wednesday could find a way to reply, she heard the taps of Thing. She turned to find him observing from under Enid’s bed. He was signaling to Wednesday that Enid wanted to kiss her. Kiss? Wednesday couldn’t believe it. Enid was head over heels for Ajax a couple of hours ago, but now she wanted Wednesday? Wednesday, of all people? The Addams girl was almost flattered at the prospect.

Looking back to Enid, the werewolf was still just staring at her. Did she want Wednesday to make the first move? She couldn’t bring herself to move, she just stared at Enid with an equally unreadable expression until the Sinclair cracked, “Wednesday… can I kiss you?” Enid asked, looking at Wednesday through her eyelashes that still had bits of pink glitter on them. Wednesday didn’t say anything at first. She didn’t need to. Sinclair saw her dark counterpart leaning in, ever so slightly. Not wanting to drag this out any longer, Enid connected their lips finally.

Wednesday was scared, scared of getting another vision, scared of ruining whatever relationship she had with Enid, but when Enid’s lips touched hers, everything was alright. No visions, nothing, just Enid and her. Wednesday felt Enid’s hand cup her face and pull her deeper into the kiss. She smelled like flowers and sweets and her hand was soft against Wednesday’s cool skin.

Wednesday felt the hand that once lay on her knee move to the bed, closer to Enid as Enid used her other hand to grab Wednesday by her uniform and pull. She fell towards Enid, but Sinclair didn’t miss a beat, just kept kissing Wednesday while the Addams girl still wrapped her head around what was happening to her right now.

Enid fell against her mattress, wrapping both her hands around Wednesday’s neck and pulling her close. Enid was so warm against Wednesday it almost burned. Wednesday’s hand traveled to Enid’s waist against her better judgment. Wednesday was still wrestling with herself when she felt Enid’s legs wrap around her and pull her even closer. With that, Wednesday let every bit of doubt she had fall to the wayside. She was in too deep to quit now, so she might as well enjoy the opportunity she’d been given.

Wednesday pulled away, catching her breath as Enid did the same. She lay against Enid’s neck and breathed in her scent. Her skin felt like velvet under Wednesday’s rough fingertips. When Wednesday couldn’t wait any longer, she began kissing her way up Sinclair’s neck, noticing the way her pulse jumped and she gasped every time Wednesday’s lips made contact with her skin.

“Enid…” Wednesday whispered, sucking at the soft flesh below the girl’s earlobe. Enid let a groan slip from her throat while she curled into Wednesday's surprisingly comforting sandalwood and bergamot scent.

“Yes, Wednesday?” Enid responded, leaving her own feathery kisses to the side of Wednesday’s neck while she fought the goosebumps that threatened to erupt beneath Sinclair’s lips.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Enid?” Wednesday asked, moving to look Enid in her eyes. Enid had a smile on her face, but her eyes still looked puffy from all the crying and now her lips were puffy and a deep purple on account of Wednesday’s lipstick.

“Of course, I am. Now get down here, I’m getting impatient,” Enid responded, grabbing Wednesday by the tie she still bore and pulled her down, connecting with the softness of her lips again. Wednesday liked this assertive side of Enid, it let her know maybe Enid really was tougher than she let on. Wednesday grabbed hold of Enid’s waist, gripping her hips through the thick sweater she wore. Her other hand found her way to Enid’s thigh, sliding up her leg, slowly enough to make the werewolf shiver.

Enid’s hands found their way to Wednesday’s hair, playing with the soft, silk braids. Enid flipped them over quite easily and began straddling the Addams girl. Her hands grabbed Wednesday’s wrist and held them above her head, trying her hardest not to hold on too tightly and risk hurting Wednesday. Though, Sinclair knew Wednesday could handle herself. Enid could feel Wednesday roll against her, even hear some whimpers leave the Addams girl as she kissed her like they’d never see one another again.

Wednesday could feel herself slipping, could feel her attention falling from her grasp and at Enid’s feet. She couldn’t focus on anything but the girl on top of her. Her wrists burned with the force Enid was using to keep them in her grasp. She could feel Enid getting just as restless on top of her, grinding against Wednesday while she struggled not to let her claws show.

Enid pulled away, letting go of Wednesday’s wrists as she took a breather, pulling her hair back and taking in a breath of fresh air. She looked down at Wednesday whose lipstick was completely smudged and wiped off, some having found its way onto Enid’s mouth. Wednesday just laid and waited for Enid to come back down.

Enid then looked at Wednesday with a glint in her eyes and Wednesday eyed her back confused. Sinclair just continued to smile at her until she was grabbing the bottom of her sweater and pulling up. Just before she could get the sweater past her bra, the door of their dorm opened. Quickly, they scrambled, pulling off each other. Enid practically threw herself from Wednesday’s lap and Wednesday quickly got up from Enid’s bed.

“Hey, I tried knocking, but you didn’t answer,” Xavier exclaimed.

“What do you need, Xavier,” Wednesday replied, back to her normal monotone self. The one Enid liked so much.

“I was just wondering if you had the homework for Ms. Thornhill’s class?” Xavier asked, standing with his hands in his pockets, swaying from side to side. Slightly awkward. Enid could see the snarky reply building in Wednesday’s head, so before she even had the chance, Enid spoke, “I have it. You can borrow it, just return it to me when you’re finished,” Enid smiled, quickly getting the work from her bag and handing it to Xavier, clearly trying to make him leave.

“Thanks, Enid. Bye, Wednesday,” Xavier waved before leaving as quickly as he came. Enid skipped over to Wednesday who was still watching the door Xavier had just exited from.

“You really don’t like him do you?” Enid asked, giggling as she wrapped her hands around Wednesday’s waist. Pleasantly surprised when Wednesday didn’t pull away from her embrace, even feeling Wednesday relax in her arms, though maybe that could be her mind playing tricks on her.

“I don’t trust him,” Wednesday replied, still glaring at the door. Maybe Enid needed to worry about Wednesday being the one to bear her claws. Wednesday relaxed when she felt Enid’s kisses against her neck.

“Shall we continue, then?” Enid asked, wiggling her eyebrows at Wednesday. Wednesday couldn’t hide the small smile that decorated her lips, letting Enid drag her to the bed again.

Luckily, they had Thing to lock the door and keep watch. Hopefully, not of them.

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