I saw a post a good 15 minutes ago (as of writing this) talking about how there is a deficit of fanfiction with Sam as one of the mates (which now includes Love).
So, I took that as a challenge and wrote one. So here's Sam and Love hanging out with the rest of the mates at a Boba Tea Shop (with a healthy dose of gossip in the mix)
(Here's a lil tidbit: I am not really sure about Love's personality, so I'm just gonna wing it, I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE 🥹)
"Darlin, are you sure about this?" Sam asked, fidgeting with the collar of his flannel shirt.
"You'll be fineeee. What's got you so worried, big man?" Darlin asks, kinda confused.
"I dunno." Sam shrugged, looking at the shop. It's a small shop with a pink sign at the top. He couldn't read what the sign said from this angle, but he knew it was probably just the name of the store (Meiling's Boba).
"Like I said, you'll be fine. Now c'mon." Darlin parks the car and leads him inside, then runs the fuck away as soon as he's through the door.
Sam is about to run back when he is suddenly tackled to the floor in a hug by the freight train known as Angel.
"AGH!! I'm sooooooo glad you could make it, Sam!!" Angel is practically jumping in joy.
"Jesus Christ-" Sam is still a bit dizzy as Sweetheart lifts Angel up.
Sweetheart rolled their eyes in both affection and annoyance. This is the third time they've had to deal with Angel tackling someone.
"You've gotta stop tackling people. One day, you might just fall through the floor with em." Babe jokes before helping Sam up. (iykyk)
Angel huffs and crosses their arms.
"Are they like this all the time?" Love asks, a little confused.
"Like what? Huh?" Angel asks, feigning anger.
"I don't mean anything by it- I just-" Love says, but is then quickly interrupted by Sam.
"They're fucken' with you. They ain't actually mad." Sam puts a hand on his hip.
"Well, are we gonna stand at the door like a bunch of weirdos or are we gonna sit down at our table?" Babe said.
They all collectively agreed, and heade back to their table.
"I have the tablet. Want anything?" Sweetheart said, their hand on the small, black, ordering tablet at their table.
"You wanna go first or I do? I know you probably wanna check your blood sugar before ordering." Babe asks Angel, signaling to their CGM device on their upper arm. (Yes my version of Angel has diabetes, shush.)
"Yeah, you go first." Angel opens their phone to check their app.
"I think I'm just gonna go with the regular one. Yeah, that one." Babe points to what they want, and Sweetheart orders it.
"Well, my blood sugar's fine, so I'll go with the... Hmm.. Strawberry Boba." Angel points to it, and Sweetheart orders it. (The small one specifically, for obvious reasons.)
"You two?" Sweetheart looks up at Sam and Love.
"Matcha Boba." Love says, smiling a bit.
"I still have no idea what any of this even is." Sam looks at what's on the menu.
"You could get a dessert instead! I think it should be on the back side of the menu! heh.. backside." Angel trails off into a devious giggle.
"Uhh.. What is this "Sando" stuff?" Sam looks at it, then Angel walks over to his side of the table to look at it.
"I dunno what's so confusing about it, cowboy. It's a sandwich with cream and fruit on the inside instead of veggies or meat." Angel points to the picture.
"Don't call me that. And yeah, now I see that." Sam rolls his eyes, then nods.
"I'll have Sando then. Looks like the most normal thing on this menu." Sam replies.
Sweetheart nods and puts down all the orders, now they just play the waiting game.
"Are they always like that? I'm sorry if I seem like I'm asking a lot of questions, I just wanna try and know you guys a little better." Love asks, putting attention on how Sweetheart is kinda quiet.
"Yeah. They don't like talking unless they need to or think it's necessary, they prefer body language to express themselves. Subtle things, y'know?" Babe says, adjusting the buttons on their shirt and tightening up their tie.
"Yeah! It's kinda cu-" Angel then gets interrupted by a hand over the mouth and a subtle blush from Sweetheart.
The rest of the mates laugh at Sweetheart's embarrassment.
Angel pushes Sweetheart's hand off their mouth. "Rude."
The boba (and honorary strawberry sando) arrive.
Angel immediately snatches theirs from the assortment, almost deep throating the goddamn straw to drink the thing.
"Damn, no wonder David likes you." Love jokes, and Angel almost chokes on a pearl in shock.
"FU- *cough cough* FUCK YOU! *coughs of shock and slight confirmation*" Angel coughs up their brains a bit more, then laughs along with the rest of the mates.
Babe hands out the rest of the drinks (and ofc the sando), then takes a sip from their own. "Y'know, I'm not usually that big on tea, but this is the one thing I'll tolerate."
Sweetheart nods in agreement, taking a sip from a blueberry boba they'd ordered prior to asking what the others wanted.
"Me personally, I like tea. Matcha especially." Love adds, tucking a little bit of hair behind their ear.
"Not a tea person. I like my coffee, thank you." Sam says, eating the sando and trying to pretend he doesn't like it and lying to himself several times along the way (iykyk) cuz he knows that if he actually likes this shit he will eat it every day and that's probably not good for him.
"Fork found in kitchen." Angel says, halfway done with their drink by now.
"Alright, but let's stop here. You know what we're all gathered here for." Babe gets that evil look in their eye.
"It's Gossip O'Clock already?" Angel giggles deviously.
Sweetheart checks their watch and nods.
"Oh lord." Sam sighs, laughing a bit.
"So, what's the scoop? Whatchu got?" Angel looks to Babe.
"I heard that, apparently, according to Milo, when David and Asher were in senior year of high school, they were still, y'know, discovering what they like and all. Apparently, Milo caught David and Asher fucking behind the gymnasium at their high school."
"WHAT?!" Angel said, shocked to their non-existent core.
Sweetheart looked equally as surprised.
Sam and Love looked at each other. In their minds, they'd known but they could never confirm it. They knew smth had definitely happened between those two at some point, but weren't sure what.
"When David caught him peeping, apparently he told him that he could never tell the story to anyone." Babe giggles.
"And keep such a treasure of a story to himself? How dastardly." Angel says, still in a bit of shock.
"So, Milo was their cuck?" Sam jokes.
"Mind if I take the mic from ya?" Angel asks, having a story in mind and an evil expression on their face.
"The floor's yours." Babe said, excited to hear what Angel had to say. (iykyk)
"Apparently, back during that same time in Senior Year of High School, Asher had an Ao3 account. What did he post on it? One singular work. It was called Masterbaiter and it was a smutty Master Chief x Doom Guy work with 42 chapters." Angel giggles.
Babe's jaw is on the floor, Sweetheart's trying to find it, Sam doesn't know what "smut" means, and Love isn't sure whether they should cry, laugh, or pretend they didn't hear that.
Eventually, Sweetheart finds it and shows it to them. And wouldn't you guess who the author is.
Babe laughs their ass off, what the fuck was a high school aged Asher doing writing smut of Master Chief and Doom Guy?!
They kept gossiping for at LEAST 2 hours, but then the 4pm mark hits and suddenly a suspiciously David-shaped figure appears at the door of the shop and scoops up Angel.
"You said you were only gonna be here for an hour, Angel." David holds them in his arms like a princess.
"Aww, didya miss me, Davey?" Angel blushes and goes almost limp in his arms. They love being carried by him.
"Yes, and now we're going home, you little snot." David laughs and starts to carry them away.
"Nuuuuuuuu!!! But I wanted to keep talking!" Angel whines.
"Nope." David carries them out the door.
"God those two are nauseatingly cute." Babe chuckles.
"I guess that's our signal to go home?" Love says, looking at the time.
"I think if I leave my mate alone any longer, they're gonna end up on some kind of list. So yeah, I should probably be goin'." Sam gets up, whipping his face with a napkin before throwing it away.
"Well, I guess this is bye then." Love gets up and grabs their bag.
"Bye." Sweetheart says, then leaves.
Sam and Love quickly follow behind, and head home.
(This took way longer than it should've to write, mb gang)
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