Three and Eight probably start to notice something is up when Bea doesn’t ask to hang out much anymore; normally she is always the one to plan stuff to do together. When asked about it at first she’d try and brush it off and say she’s just busy with school stuff, but it starts getting more and more obvious because she starts avoiding Eight at home too. Like Eight brings home takeout and instead of sitting at the table to eat together, Bea takes it to her room and doesn’t come out until the next day.

It’d probably take a while to get Bea to crack. She even brings a couple dates by the apartment, fucks around a little to give credibility to the facade, (and also to try and force herself to get over this crush), but none of it lasts all that long. She feels unbelievably pathetic, pining for TWO people that she assumes will never really care about her in the ways she’s wanting.

Maybe it takes both Three and Eight confronting her at once to get her to give it up. She spills her guts through bouts of sobbing and when she’s done she feels utterly mortified. Silently berating herself and convinced that she’s instantly ruined two friendships at once; it’s so fucking over.

Three and Eight come to a silent agreement with just a look and a nod while Bea wipes her eyes and looks at the floor. Then, to her complete shock, Eight holds her face and leans in to kiss her while Three rubs her back. Bea fears for a moment that she’s being coddled, that they’re both just humoring her out of pity, but truthfully, in that moment, she doesn’t even fucking care. She’s starved for it and never wants these two to stop touching her and whispering quiet affirmations of their affection.

And yeah, they pass her back and forth to take turns kissing her until she’s lightheaded and overwhelmed and at a complete loss for words. And, embarrassingly, she’s unbelievably wet just from this; it’s everything she imagined and more. They’re both so warm and even though she’s no stranger to intimate touch, when it’s them it feels so different and electric.

Basically I think this confession should segue into Bea having the most intense orgasm she’s ever experienced from these two touching her over her clothes. All it takes is Three’s fingers rubbing between her legs while Eight teases her nipples through her shirt and she’s gone. She’s had way more complicated sex that didn’t make her cum half as hard as she does just from thrusting up against Three’s hand.

Obviously they all have a lot of intricacies about this relationship that they have yet to discuss, but after all the crying, stress, vulnerability, and cumming her brains out, Bea is completely wiped. She lets them lead her to bed and sandwich her all comfy between them, and in seconds she passes the fuck out. Gets the best sleep she’s had in months.

It’s been a while since I’ve had an OT3 I cared about as much as these fucking lesbians….it physically pains me. Thank u for asking about them 😭❤️