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albertasunrise · 4 months

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Hope - Hope I See You Again

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Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (So a longer chapter...Another angst fest but I hope you enjoy. Had most of this written out already hence posting it so quickly after chapter 4, can't wait to heart what y'all think ♥️)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

10 years later...

"Sarah!" Joel calls up the stairs as he munches on his toast "Hunny you're going to be late."

"COMING!" She replied as thumping steps erupted on the landing.

Joel chuckled as he listened to his daughter clamber down the stairs, smiling when she planted a kiss on his cheek and skipped to the plate of toast he left on the side for her.

"You're a good father." She said as she ravaged the breakfast he made her.

"I try to be."

"You make some for Uncle Tommy?" She asked as her ears perked up at the sound of his truck parking on the drive.

"Yeah, yeah..." Joel waved her off "Although he's gonna eat me outa house n' home at this rate."

"Who is?" Tommy asked as he walked into the kitchen, giving his brother a friendly slap on the arm as he passed.

"You asshole." Joel grumbled, eliciting a snigger from Sarah.

"Sarah baby... you're gonna miss the bus if you don't leave." Joel said as he eyed the clock.

"Ah... crap... Okay, gotta go. See ya later Uncle Tommy." She said sweetly as she kissed his cheek before skipping to her father to do the same thing "Still on for tacos tonight?"

"Wouldn't be Tuesday without them." Joel winked before waving at his daughter as she sprinted out the door.

"Ready?" Tommy asked as he unceremoniously shoved the last of his toast into his mouth.

"One of these days, you're gonna choke." He snorted as he pushed himself to his feet "I'm driving today." He said as he snatched up the keys and headed to the garage.

...

Joel was just finishing up laying the table when Sarah came screaming in. He couldn't understand how she had so much energy despite being at school all day and then soccer practice afterwards.

"HEY!" She shouted, practically skipping into the kitchen.

"Hey baby girl, how was your day?" He asked as he grabbed and placed the serving spoon into the bowl of chorizo and potatoes that he'd just finished frying off.

"Great, do you mind if a friend joins us?" She asked sheepishly, smiling sweetly at him as he turned to see a tall boy beside her.

He seemed familiar. His dark hair and piercing blue eyes reminded him of someone he used to know.

"Dad this is Noah." She said sweetly "He's new and his mum wasn't able to get him from school so I said he could come here for dinner and then you could drop him home later?"

The boy's name made Joel's stomach twist. There was no way this was the boy that had been practically glued to Sarah's side as a toddler. There are plenty of kids with that name.

"Baby I-"

"I know I should have asked first but Dad... you always make extra so there will be plenty for all of us." She pleaded with her big brown eyes, knowing that it would win him over.

"I don't wanna impose Mr Miller, sir." Noah said, his head dropping "I can probably walk home from here."

"Sit down." Joel grumbled as he motioned to the table with his head, smiling when Sarah kissed his cheek and whispered thanks in his ear.

He watched as Sarah eagerly dug into the food on the table before noting Noah's hesitance.

"Dig in son." Joel encouraged and Noah gave him a nervous nod before doing as he was bid.

Dinner then passed fairly easily. Sarah talked about school and practice as Noah smiled at her enthusiasm.

"So where are you from Noah?" Joel asked as he wiped his hands on his napkin and grabbed his beer to take a swig.

"I was actually born here." Noah confessed and Joel's heart sped up a little "My parents moved when I was little. Dad wasn't well and so we moved closer to my grandma."

"You don't say." Joel replied, his heart in his throat as Noah continued.

"We moved back here 'cus mum got a job in Austin. Thought it would be good to get a new start after dad..." He trailed off, his eyes growing sad.

"Perhaps next taco Tuesday you can bring Ali?" Sarah suggested as she gave Noah's arm a friendly squeeze.

"Ali?" Joel asked and Noah smiled sweetly "Ali's my little sister. Short for Alison." He replied sweetly "Well little ish... She's a few years younger than me."

"Joel thought he was going to be sick. There was no way this wasn't the Noah he knew as a boy."

"Dad..." Sarah called but Joel felt like he was drowning, her calls for him muffled like his head was underwater.

"DAD!" She shouted and he leapt from his skin as he returned his attention to both of them "You okay?"

"What?" Joel asked as his eyes flitted between the two kids "Oh... Yeah, sorry just uh... Just a long day."

Noah's cell phone ringing filled the awkward silence that had blanketed the room and when he pulled it out to see who it was, he excused himself to take it.

"You sure you're okay dad?" Sarah asked as she grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah, baby." He replied sweetly, trying his hardest to be convincing "I'm fine."

10 years earlier...

"Joel, you need to take it easy man." Tommy pleaded as he pushed his brother back onto the bed "They cut into your fucking skull man."

"What I need... is to get out of here." Joel grumbled as he let out a frustrated huff.

"Sarah and I nearly lost you." Tommy choked, his eyes growing glossy as he remembered the last few weeks "We've watched you crash twice... Been told to prepare for the worst more times than I wanna remember... So please, just rest."

"How are they?" He asked and Tommy sighed "They're doing as well as can be expected." Tommy sighed and Joel nodded "I think the kids have been a great distraction though."

Joel smiled at that.

"When do you ship out?" Joel asked, changing the subject and Tommy signed "Sunday. Now you're not knocking on death's door, they've decided it's time for me to leave."

"I'll be okay." Joel promised but Tommy didn't look convinced "I promise."

...

2 weeks later...

Joel watched as you puttered around the house, looking anything but relaxed as you finished clearing up after lunch. He gingerly pushed himself to his feet, wincing when his stitches pulled.

"Need some help?" He asked as he limped into the kitchen.

"No." You replied plainly and Joel sighed.

"Please, let me help." Joel pleaded and you growled in frustration.

"You can help me by sitting the fuck down so you don't pull a stitch." You growled and Joel shrunk back.

You'd been cold towards him since he got out and Joel couldn't say he blamed you. You were now stuck babysitting him as he recovered from three major surgeries on top of his daughter whom you'd been caring for for almost a month.

"Please... I just... I want to help."

"You've done enough Joel." That statement had him shrinking away from you as he nodded.

"I'm going to check on Sarah." He said quietly as he limped from the kitchen.

"She's sleeping."

Joel didn't reply. Just left you to finish your frantic cleaning as he limped away with his tail between his legs.

Present day...

"Sorry." Noah said as he stepped back into the room "Was my mum."

"Everything okay? Sarah asked and Noah nodded.

"Yeah, just a broken arm."

"What happened?" Joel asked, his confusion obvious from his expression.

"Oh, my sister hurt herself during gym." Noah replied "Why mum couldn't grab me... Was up the hospital with her."

"What about you dad?" Joel asked and Noah grew quiet again.

"Noah's dad died a few months ago." Sarah pipped up and Joel's eyes almost bugged out of his skull.

"Shit... I'm... Shit I'm so sorry son I-"

"It's fine." Noah assured him as he gave Joel a weak smile "Not like you knew."

"Do you need me to drop you home?" Joel asked and Noah nodded.

"If you don't mind."

Joel gave him a friendly smile before grabbing his truck keys off the side.

"Come on."

...

Sarah sat in the back as Noah directed Joel home. He couldn't help but think about the little boy he'd known a decade ago and how he'd grown into this polite young man. Part of him wanted to confess that he and Sarah had been inseparable as kids but until he was sure that he was who he thought he was, Joel needed to keep that information to himself.

"This is me." Piped up Noah as he pointed at a house with a Large Volvo parked in the drive.

It was nice. Exactly the sort of house he'd pictured you living in. Pulling up, the porch light flicked on and the door opened, revealing a face that Joel had thought he'd never see again. Time had been kind to you. Your hard was cut to just below the shoulders and wavy and your features had matured but it was unmistakeably you.

"Thanks, Mr Miller, sir." Noah said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his pack "Thanks for letting me crash Taco Tuesday."

"Call me Joel, please."

Noah gave the older man a shy smile before turning to say goodbye to Sarah. Hopping out the truck, Joel watched as Noah jogged up to you and he smiled as he watched to greet the boy with a hug. He'd known you'd be a natural mum.

You glanced up at him and his heart stopped. Your eyes locked and he wondered if you'd recognise him too but when you squinted before raising your hand in thanks, Joel realised it was too dark in the cab for you to see him.

Sarah clambering from the back to the front pulled Joel's attention away from the spot you'd been standing and he chuckled at the inelegant way the 12-year-old dumped herself in the passenger seat.

"So what do you think of Noah?" She asked as she tried to act casual and Joel snorted.

"He's a good kid." Joel replied as he pulled away from the curb "How did you guys meet anyway?"

"He had to redo a year." Sarah replied "Not his fault. His dad was in and out of hospital so he missed a lot of school. When they moved here the school suggested that it would be good for him to redo 5th grade."

"Do you know what happened to his dad?" Joel asked, trying to sound as inconspicuous as possible.

"Apparently his dad was in an accident when he was little. Complications from that had him in and out of hospital but a year ago he got real sick and his immune system just couldn't cope."

Joel once again felt like he was going to be sick.

He'd had suffered a few long things from the crash. Back pain and headaches being the key ones but nothing following the surgery he'd had. So to learn that Alec had continued to suffer in the 10 years that followed the accident had him wanting to pull over and vomit up the tacos they'd eaten for dinner.

You must hate him.

...

"How was your evening hunny?" You asked as you finished unstacking the dishwasher.

"Was great." He replied with a smile "Made a friend. Sarah Miller." He continued as he placed the plate you handed him in the cupboard "She invited me to join her and her dad Joel for taco Tuesday."

"Joel Miller?" You asked, your heart hammering against your ribs as your eyes widened.

"Yeah... You know him?" Noah asked as he turned to face you "Mum?..."

"Um... Uh, yeah I..."

Noah's eye caught a glimpse of a photo on the wall that until now he'd never looked at twice. It was of you and his dad with two guys you'd told him were friends from when you'd lived here. He looked more closely and noted how he was gripping the jeans of a man who looked a lot like Joel and then his eyes flitted to the little girl in the man's arms. His eyes widened as he studied her face.

"This is them... isn't it?" Noah asked as he turned to look at you, pointing at the photo he'd been studying just a moment ago.

"I was best friends with Joel's late wife." You answered as you sat down at the kitchen table "You and Sarah were inseparable as kids." You chuckled as you remembered how fond of Sarah Noah had been.

"Why have you never mentioned them before?"

"Because we fell out of touch." You confessed, "After your dad's accident, things got tense between us."

"Tense?" Noah pushed "How?"

"Joel was driving the car that night." You told him "He almost died but when he left the hospital, I blamed him for your dad's condition and so our friendship kinda fell apart."

"But Dad's car was t-bone by a drunk truck driver." Noah pushed and you sighed.

"I know."

"So it wasn't Joel's fault."

"No." You choked as you remembered how bad things had gotten "But I blamed him anyway.

10 years earlier...

Joel's head was pounding.

Headaches had been a constant complication from the surgery on his head. Limping into the kitchen, he found you leaning against the counter sipping a cup of coffee as you started out the window across from you.

If you heard him enter you didn't show it. It had been a week since you'd snapped at him and Joel had done his best to give you space. Even if that meant suffering his increasingly painful headaches but this one was unbearable.

"Have you seen my pain pills?" He asked as he limped towards you and you shook your head.

"No."

"Any idea where they could be?" He asked as he tried to rummage through the cupboard for them.

"No."

"Please... my head is pounding." He pleaded and that seemed to snap you out of your trance.

"Oh... You have a headache do you?" You growled condescendingly "Poor Joel's head hurts."

"Please." Joel pleaded but you were having none of it.

"Alec is paralysed from the waist down and you want me to keep track of where you put year headache tablets?" You growled and Joel immediately stopped searching.

"I-"

"The man I love... the father of my unborn child is never going to walk again." You snarled as you slammed down your mug, making Joel flinch from the sound "He's never going to walk again... meanwhile, you get to walk away with no long-term consequences. How is that fair?"

"I'm so sorry."

"I don't want your apologies, Joel." You growled, "I just want you out of my life."

Joel didn't care that you could see his tears. He stood there openly sobbing as you scoffed and turned your back from him.

"I think it's time you left." You said as your hand closed around something in front of you, turning to toss his pain pills at him.

Joel didn't reply he just nodded. Limping from the kitchen to pack his things.

He left an hour later.

Present day...

Noah had been off with you since the evening he'd learned his history with Sarah and Joel. You felt guilty about how you'd treated Joel all those years ago but you'd been pregnant and lost. You'd hated the fact that your husband had been crippled for life and needed someone to blame.

You'd blamed Joel.

You were standing in line waiting for your morning coffee when a familiar voice caught your attention. Looking over your shoulder you saw an older Tommy Miller walking towards the bar.

He ordered his coffee, paid then walked towards you. Only to stop in his tracks when he spotted you and his smile disappeared.

"Long time no see." You said when he took a few more tentative steps towards you.

"Yeah. Been a while." He replied plainly and you flinched at his tone.

"How have you been?" You asked and he shrugged.

"Left the army. Working for Joel now." He replied and you nodded.

"How is Joel?" You asked as you accepted your coffee from the barista and thanked them.

"Do you care?" He growled and your brows pulled together.

"Oh course... I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

"He's fine." Tommy grumbled as he poured a few sugars into his coffee before turning to you "He wasn't the night you kicked him out."

"Tommy I-"

"He collapsed after getting out of the taxi that had taken him and Sarah home." He interrupted, his tone ice cold as he turned to face you and leaned in closer "He'd developed another brain bleed and almost died. Ali's parents had to fly out from Canada to take care of Sarah whilst Joel fought for his life for a second time."

"I didn't know." You choked as your hand flew up to your mouth.

"No..." Tommy trailed off as he scoffed at you "You were just too caught up in your own problems to notice how he'd started to go downhill."

You didn't get a chance to reply.

Tommy was out of the door before you could utter a syllable. He just left you standing there feeling terrible about the fact that you had neglected him. You had blamed him for your misfortune and you had pushed him away when he needed you.

You had to fix this.

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 month

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Butterscotch Harlow

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, neelamthadhani, 2forwoyne, taylorrooks, blancahood, and 1,283,052 others

y/ninsta: A little while ago, I surprised smush with a puppy (even though he said no more pets). the two have finally warmed up to each other and all she does is terrorize him lmao

jackharlow: I like how you find my pain humorous smh urbanwyatt: I still can't believe yall literally have fourteen pets now lilnasx: urbanwyatt you mean fifteen, they have druski2funny druski2funny: what the actual fuck do yall be on for me to constantly get dragged like this?!?!? 2forwoyne: yall might as well open up your home and sell tickets because yall live in a damn zoo y/ninsta: all yall can kiss my ass because who is over here every damn week trying to get fed? not too much on my babies. blancahood: you have 3 real babies, pay them some attention y/ninsta: B, I have 5 children. how quickly you forget. jackharlow: who the hell is four and five?!?!? dualipa: jackharlow you and Urban urbanwyatt: NOW WHY AM I ALWAYS IN IT?! y/ninsta: dualipa you a real one for that softtcurse: urbanwyatt because your ass is always doing something smh jackharlow: dualipa and now here you come terrorizing me too smh dualipa: jackharlow I was nice about it but I can be mean. watch that tone. jackharlow: dualipa you better not start with me. I swear yall want me bald by 30. jackandy/naremyparents: I'm convinced that soon y/ninsta will find a way to buy an elephant. mark my words. urbandjack26: jackandy/naremyparents she probably already has one and just keeps it at the actual zoo in Louisville jackharlow: DO NOT GIVE HER ANY IDEAS y/ninsta: 👀👀👀 jackharlow: y/ninsta baby don't you dare y/ninsta: jackharlow BRB

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jackharlow: your shirt says mother so please come and get this puppy. I have not known peace since you bought her 😭

urbanwyatt: jackharlow let's be real for a second. you haven't known peace since you got married to y/ninsta taylorrooks: URBAN! TAKE IT BACK BEFORE SHE SEES IT! 2forwoyne: urbanwyatt not your wanting best friend to kick your ass jackharlow: urbanwyatt you just asking to die tonight aren't you? y/ninsta: I heard I've been summoned and urbanwyatt don't go to sleep tonight urbanwyatt: y/ninsta not my fault you terrorize my best friend! y/ninsta: urbanwyatt is this about me forgetting to make you spaghetti the other day? because right now your ass is acting outta pocket. don't let that mouth of yours get you hair cut off and weed stolen theestallion: Y/N PLEASEEEEEEE blancahood: y/ninsta if you steal it, save me some yungskylark: why when it's taco tuesday, someone in PG acts like they don't have no got damn sense smh shloob_: urbanwyatt my stomach is making whale mating calls. you better fix this shit so she feeds us. urbanwyatt: I SAID WHAT I SAID y/ninsta: urby, you asked for it smh jackharlow: like not too much on my baby now but urb actually claimed me as his best friend for once so I call this day a win y/ninsta: look at my pookie defending me and you were always the first best friend, he just loves me more jackharlow: 🙄🙄🙄

yungskylark: he need to defend my stomach from biting the rest of my insides quiiso: jackharlow IT'S NOT NO WIN WHEN WE'RE HUNGRY, TF? jackharlow: quiiso oh imma eat regardless. idc what happens to yall lmaoooo saweetie: jackharlow just nasty as hell as usual jackharlow: saweetie HAVE YOU SEEN MY WIFE?!?! saweetie: jackharlow for the billionth time, YES! jackharlow: saweetie just making sure lol

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jackharlow: you see what she does in my time of need? LEAVES ME 😭

But my wife a baddie 😍😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow you are so damn dramatic! I'm only going to be gone for two days! but love you smush. claybornharlow: oh, so the babies have to eat jack's cooking? maggieharlow come save your grandchildren! jackharlow: HEY! THEY'RE FINE! dualipa: I highly doubt that jackharlow: dualipa hop off the nearest cliff y/ninsta: I pumped enough and there's more in the freezer, along with formula and the baby food I made. they're good! jackharlow: umm y/ninsta...... I think I only have enough for a few more hours y/ninsta: WHAT blancahood: oh good lord smh jackharlow: y/ninsta axel is eating like he has never seen food in his entire life maggieharlow: smh jackharlow if you needed me, why didn't you call? jackharlow: maggieharlow I got it handled! claybornharlow: only thing jackharlow has a handle on is.... hmm.... I'm at a loss saweetie: clay, pleaseeeee lmao urbandjack26: chaos in the Harlow household lol neelamthadhani: and jackharlow has the nerve to want more children smh handle those three first! y/ninsta: jackharlow is a good daddy! but his way of doing things concerns me sometimes jackharlow: y/ninsta I know I'm a good daddy. to my triplets and my wife. y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm taking my compliment back smh

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y/ninsta: pleading for my damn help, and once I get home, this is what I see 🙄🙄

jackharlow: and that was the first decent amount of sleep that I got since you left y/ninsta: jackharlow I see little miss kept guard while you slept. I told you she loves you. jackandy/naremyparents: are yall gonna tell us her name now?!?!? jackharlow: jackandy/naremyparents I want to protect her privacy urbanwyatt: this man has officially lost it lmao saweetie: privacy? she literally pees and shits outside for the world to see jackharlow: not too much on my baby now! she still deserves privacy! claybornharlow: jack, she's a dog jackharlow: claybornharlow and? she's MY dog and what I say goes blancahood: that man don't know how to act now that he has his own pet quiiso: y/ninsta please get your husband lmao y/ninsta: quiiso he's a lost cause. I tried to come close to him while she was next to him and long story short, she is very territorial of him. she likes me, but he's her go to person. like sis, I was here first. show your mom some respect lmao urbanwyatt: not y/n finally having to compete for jack's heart y/ninsta: urbanwyatt he lowkey might divorce me to be able to have all of his attention on her jackharlow: I AM NOT THAT BAD neelamthadhani: jackharlow who lied to you? smh y/ninsta: jackharlow just tell everyone her name! jackharlow: y/ninsta no. that's her business and no one else's. jackandy/naremyparents: she probably doesn't even have one jackharlow: YES SHE DOES! If yall can guess it, I'll tell you saweetie: wait, what did yall end up deciding because it was down to two names urbandjack26: probably named her alcatraz y/ninsta: urbandjack26 over my dead body lmao allthingsy/n: hmm..... Louisville related? y/ninsta: allthingsy/n no for once lol jackandurbupdates: toffee y/ninsta: getting warmer jackandy/naremyparents: caramel? y/ninsta: getting closer! jackharlow: yall get on my nerves jackandurb26: BUTTERSCOTCH! BUTTERSCOTCH HARLOW! jackharlow: 😒😒😒😒😒 jackandurb26: well?!?!? jackharlow: I'm logging out y/ninsta: 😭😭😭😭

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musings-of-a-rose · 6 months

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“Don’t look at me, I thought we were going for tacos.”

Taco Tuesday

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 630+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: So @theewokingdead originally gave me this idea for Tommy, but it fits for Benny as well. And then I got this one sentence fic starter and instantly knew what to write!

“You text Tommy to prepare for taco Tuesday. You later show up to his house with tacos, and when you walk in you find him naked and realize he thought taco Tuesday meant something else entirely.”

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Dating Benny was always a blast. He has so much energy that he pours into everything he does, whether it’s his MMA fighting or going to the movies. He always gets super into whatever we’re doing and it just makes my life so much brighter. Don’t get me wrong, he has his moments where he’s not quite himself, his past consuming him. But he’s been working through it with the help of his best friends, myself, and a great therapist.

It’s Tuesday and it’s been a long day. I walk inside my apartment, kicking off my shoes and leaving them on the mat near the door, heading into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I’m drinking, my phone pings, so I fish it out of my purse. Benny’s picture, one of us together at the State Fair with turkey legs the size of our heads, fills my screen and instantly my mood lifts.

BENNYKINS: How’s my most beautiful girl?

Me: Most beautiful? Is there more than one of us?

BENNYKINS: yup. The one of you that goes in public and the one that does freaky shit in bed 🥵😘😈

Me: you bring out the freak in me what can I say?

…

BENNYKINS: good to know 😉

Me: you free tonight?

BENNYKINS: you asking me out?

Me: always. I was thinking it’s Tuesday so taco night at your place?

…

BENNYKINS: sounds perfect

Me: great! I’ll bring supplies

BENNYKINS: I bet you will 😉

I stop at the store on my way to Benny’s, gathering up the stuff we’d need to make tacos. Quickly making my way through the store, I’m grateful that there was no line at checkout. The quicker I can get to Benny the better. I really miss just being around him.

I pull up to his house, parking behind his Jeep. A quick glance in the mirror to make sure I look ok, not that it matters to Benny in the slightest, and I grab the bag of food, heading up to the front door. I shift the bag and knock, hearing him yell “Come in!” from somewhere in the house. I open the door and close it behind me, sliding the lock into place and kicking off my shoes before I head into the kitchen, setting the bag down on the counter.

“Benny?”

“In here!”

I head down the hall, gently pushing open the door to his bedroom where I’d heard his voice coming from. My breath catches in my throat and I freeze - Benny was on his bed, completely naked, laying sideways with a giant grin on his face.

“Hey pretty lady!”

“I..wh…what are you doing?” I can’t help the smile creeping across my face, but I still haven’t moved, unsure of what to do.

Benny cocks his eyebrow up. “It’s taco Tuesday.”

“Yeah. I have the food on the counter, but what?” I gesture towards him.

His smile falters just a little. “You said you were bringing your taco.”

A laugh erupts from the back of my throat, my head falling back with the weight of it as I realize what he’s thinking. “I said I’ll brings tacosss. Not just my taco!”

“Oh.” He shakes his head, momentarily caught off guard before the smile returns and he jumps up, his whole uh body bouncing with the motion as he bounds over to me, cupping my face with both hands and placing a soft kiss to my lips.

“You brought your taco, and I have the sour cream.” How he says this with sincerity and a straight face, I’ll never know.

“How does that turn me on?”

He smiles, his eyes studying my face as he dusts his nose across mine. “Because you love me. Now come on - let me stuff your taco.”

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Safest in your arms pt 3

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Pairing: Georgia Miller x Fem!OC

Summary: it’s Samanthas 18th birthday, meaning she’s legal now…

Warnings: (18+) MDNI, Cursing, Drug use, alcohol consumption, age gap relationships (18 and 30) grooming, sexual themes.

FALLING BACK INTO A ROUTINE WAS HARD FOR ANYONE. that was especially true for Samantha. she wasn't always the best at facing change, so when she went from working and hanging out with her friends all summer - as well as going to the beach with her parents, she wasn't used to having to deal with school and the stress of having to turn in her school work before a deadline.

it was why she needed to completely let go of herself Friday and she did. she got a lot more intoxicated then what she planned, she lost count of how many shots she took at the party and when a blonde with pretty blue eyes looked at her from across the room, she just couldn't let the opportunity run past her.

the sex was amazing and Emma even left the next morning like Samantha had told her. it was why she asked Marcus to leave the door unlocked, as soon as the clock hit six, Emma got up and left. no one was supposed to see her and yet someone did.

Samantha spent most of her Saturday hungover and watching movies with her blinds closed and her lights off the whole day. even her friends were recovering from the day before so she didn't see them until it got dark out. Nia and Jade brought her tacos and put on a 2000s romcom movie. they didn't even get through half of it though, as soon as they were done eating they all fell asleep. Sunday was as lazy as Saturday, they didn't have any plans so they all just hung out at Samanthas place until Ellen told them they should head home.

it was just easier to be at Samantha's house, the twins moms were a bit strict when it came the hours they could have company, Natalies house was always off limits because Brodie would have his friends over and Jade had three annoying little brothers that would make it their job to annoy the shit out of them. they sometimes hung out in Matthews basement but Samantha did not want to leave her house.

Wednesday rolled around pretty quickly. Monday was slow and Samantha had a long shift, Tuesday she had to tutor some freshman for extra credit and had yet another long shift at work so as soon as her head hit her pillow she was out like a light. that meant she hadn't seen Georgia since the second time they got high together. she didn't have much time to really think about the blonde, her schedule was filled to the point in which she didn't have time to think about anything, really.

the front door swung open and in walked Samantha with the twins and Matthew trailing behind her. their talking died down when they were in the house, the topic of conversation far too inappropriate for Samanthas parents to hear. "hello lads" she called out as she saw her dad and brother watching something on the tv. Marcus only glanced at her in acknowledgement and then turned his attention back to the screen. her dad shot her a warm smile that she quickly recuperated.

her friends signed hello to him, a gesture that always warmed her heart. growing up it was hard introducing her friends to her dad so when they first became friends she made sure they never hung out at her place. it wasn't that she was embarrassed because she could never be but she just found it complicated, up until the day they found out on their own and they all learned how to sign greetings and goodbyes. after time they would ask her how to say different things and even though they were a bit botchy, it was the fact that they even made the effort that was enough for her.

she walked into the kitchen as happy as ever but the smile on her lips twitched at the sight in front of her. Georgia, her hot neighbor was in her kitchen and talking to her mom like they were old friends, sipping on wine. the two women looked at Samantha and then at her friends as they followed her into the kitchen. it wasn't noticeable that Samantha stopped for a split second, processing the sight before her and then she continued walking toward the fridge.

"hey Georgia, mom" she said as she opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of gatorade's.

"Mrs Baker, lovely to see you" she heard Matthew say making her snort out a laugh, it was a wonder why her mom liked the kid so much. the fridge closed with Samantha's foot and she turned back toward her friends. she threw each bottle to each teen and they each caught it swiftly.

"we're all gonna chill for a while" Samantha said her eyes glancing at the blonde woman who was sipping on the red wine in her glass, all whilst watching her. it was almost like deja vu from Friday.

Ellen nodded, "okay, there's left overs in the fridge if you guys would like some" she said and turned slightly to indicate she was also talking to the other three teens in her kitchen.

"thank you" they all said at the same time it was almost comical.

Samantha chuckled, "thanks mom. i'm gonna head up though" she said and began to uncap the purple gatorade in her hand, Ellen nodded as Samantha walked past them. she was about join her friends and walk upstairs when her moms voice stopped her.

"hey, wait" she said making the girl freeze in her spot, the tone in which her mom spoke made her believe this was either going to end with her in trouble or her having to get one of her siblings in trouble.

"what's up?" she asked now turning to face the two women. she tried her best to not glance at Georgia but it was getting really hard with the blonde being so close to her and the smell of her perfume was starting to intoxicate her.

"do you have a finsta?" Ellen asked bluntly. Samantha's eyebrows furrowed and she let out a confused chuckle, why was she asking this?

"what?"

"you should leave while you still can" Marcus called out from the living room making Ellen turn to look at him in annoyance before turning back toward her daughter.

"do you?" Ellen repeated with a raised brow.

Samantha glanced at Georgia who had her usual smile, her eyes narrowed on the blonde. "why do i get the feeling you have something to do with this?" she asked Georgia who shrugged.

"im not sure what you mean"

"uh huh" Samantha nodded and then turned toward her mom. she could see her friends looking between each other from the corner of her eye. she had two options in this, she could either be honest and possibly have to deal with her mom seeing her private post or she could lie and have Georgia crack the truth out of her. "i don't, im confused on why you're asking me this though" she said looking at her mom.

Ellen watched her daughters facial features, trying to see if she was lying but she didn't find any sign of it so she let out a sigh. "i just found out your sister has a finsta and she's been keeping quite a lot of stuff from me" she said and grabbed the phone that was sitting on the countertop between her and Georgia. "did you know she threw a party in the house in Maine?"

the raven haired girls eyebrows shot up in fake surprise, "really? Max? i would expect that from Marcus but not her" she answered earning a groan from her brother. she was obviously lying but she was always able to trick her mom into believing otherwise.

"i said the same thing" Ellen said with a shake of her head. "but okay, you can go now" she said and grabbed the glass on wine in front of her before downing the liquid inside.

Samantha looked at her mom slightly shocked and then glanced at Georgia who was already looking at her. memories of Friday night flashed through her mind like a bucket of hot water was poured on her. the taste of Emma's lips, the feeling of someone watching them.. god it was too much.

she cleared her throat and walked away, not sparing Georgia or her mom another glance as she led her friends upstairs and into her room. she felt bad for lying to her mom but it's not like her finsta had anything all that bad, mostly just pictures of her at parties, drunk off her ass or beach pictures of her in a bikini that she did not want her mom to ever see.

a notification echoing throughout the room pulled Samanthas attention away from her friends phone and to her own. her and Nia were laying on her bed whilst watching Tiktok's, Matthew and Oliver had left already. Oliver had to pick up Natalie and Matthew didn't want to third wheel with two girls. by now Max was home and Samantha and Nia quietly eavesdropped on the stairs. after they went outside to smoke since Nia was going to spend the night.

"who is it?" Nia asked watching as Samantha searched for her phone on the bed, once she finally found it the bright light illuminated her face.

"i dont know" she mumbled, it was a friend request on instagram. her thumb pressed on the app and she clicked on the account that had just followed her. "do you know a Viviane Leigh?" she asked and threw her head back onto her pillow. Samantha felt her friend shake her head as she rested her own head on the girls shoulder.

"i don't think so," Nia said and watched as her friend scrolled through the account, "it looks like one of those weird burner accounts though" she said earning a laugh from her friend.

"that's your paranoia"

"or maybe it's that blondie you hooked up with," Nia said bumping her friends arm with her own. Samantha shook her head.

"her names Emma" she clarified.

"okay. well, why didn't you ever text her back? she seemed really nice and pretty. your mom would love her" Nia said making her friend let out a chuckle.

"don't get me wrong, the sex was amazing but that's pretty much it. it was so awkward when we were talking at the party" she said. the memories of that night made her cringe even just thinking about it, when they first introduced themselves it was fine then Emma lingered and tried to spark a conversation but all she really talked about was cheer and tried to figure out if they had any friends i common which they did not.

whilst Nia expressed how her friend was emotionally unavailable, the shorter girl was accepting the friend request. not even a minute later a DM was sent from that account. her eyebrows furrowed and she clicked on the message.

Vivian Leigh

i thought you didn't have a finsta?

a toothy grin appeared on the girls face as she read the message. it didn't take a genius to know who it was. her thumbs tapped against the screen as she quickly came up with a response.

Sams life

i didn't peg you for a stalker, Miller

Vivian Leigh

i see we're using last names now?

Sams life

nah. just yours. pls tell me you didn't

tell my mom about this though??

Vivian Leigh

don't worry, your secret is safe with me.

Sams life

well that's a relief

Sams life

why Vivian Leigh, though?

Vivian Leigh

seriously?? gone with the wind?

Sams life

what now?

Vivian Leigh

oh god, i forget you're still a child.

Sams life

haha, i'll have you know i'm gonna be

legal in two days

Vivian Leigh

your birthday is on Friday?

Sams life

yes ma'am

Sams life

id invite you to my party but we

don't rlly let boomers in

Vivian Leigh

i'm a boomer now? ouch.

Sams life

lmao i think your a millennial actually

Sams life

same thing, really

Vivian Leigh

i think i'm okay with that, i'd be doomed

not knowing gone with the wind.

Sams life

LMAO

Vivian Leigh

and using whatever that means every message

Sams life

okay now im the offended one

Sams life

lmao stands for l=laughing m=my a=ass

o=off

Sams life

your welcome for the grammar lesson

Vivian Leigh

wow your an amazing teacher.

Sams life

okay, i know your being sarcastic but

i'll take it!

Vivian Leigh

oh and your using punctuation, even better.

Sams life

ofc

Sams life

i'm assuming you know what that means

the raven haired girl was smiling so wide she had to bite her lip in order to disguise herself a bit. of course there was no hiding anything from her best friend who had been staring at her ever since she started texting Georgia. Samantha was so caught up on her phone and watching the typing.. to even realize her friend was watching her extremely confused. Nia expected her friend to realize she had been staring at her for the past five minutes but Samantha was still staring at the device in her hand.

"so it wasn't Emma but by shit eating grin you have right now i'm guessing it's another hottie?" the curly haired brunette said making her friends eyes slowly leave her screen and turn to her. Samantha's eyes seemed distant as she processed her words until finally she shook her head.

"it's just Georgia" she said and turned back to her phone.

Vivian Leigh

okay wow, i'm thirty but not stupid.

Sams life

okay yeah, my bad

Sams life

have you missed our smoke seshs?

Nia rolled her eyes at her friend and waved a hand in front of the girls face, Samanthas attention went from her phone to Nia. "what?" she chuckled, her phone was now laying on her bed, screen up shinning light on the ceiling.

"why is she texting you?" Nia questioned.

Samantha shrugged, "i don't know. she just found my private account and that's it" she explained and picked her phone back up.

"don't you think it's weird she's texting you?"

"nah. she's just being friendly" Samantha explained and waited for Georgia to message her back. the girl beside her examined Samanthas face, her eyes were shinning and they weren't a cause of the light on her phone, she had her lip in between her teeth and she could tell it was to hide a smile. she really hoped Samantha wasn't dumb enough to fall in love with an older woman - especially not the mother of her sisters best friend. she didn't want to burst her friends bubble, not yet at least so she simply turned her own phone back on and went back to her social media.

Vivan Leigh

is that what we're calling it?

Sams life

that's what everyone calls it

Vivian Leigh

right. sure.

Sams life

so you have missed me?

Vivian Leigh

i missed the free weed.

Sams life

fine, i'll take it.

Sams life

oh and btw, i loved your top today;)

Vivian Leigh

goodnight Samantha

Sams life

night Georgia

but Samantha couldn't sleep, no matter how much she tossed and turned, she simply could not get her mind to stop thinking about the woman across the street. even when her best friend held her close, usually that would be enough for her to fall asleep immediately but this time around it wasn't enough.

she knew she was playing a dangerous game. one that could potentially get them both in a lot of trouble but she simply craved Georgia. everything about her, the way she laughed, her accent that always gave Samantha chills, or the way she always knew what to say and do to make others feel more comfortable. it was the way she looked at her, the perfume she would always wear that at this point it was Samanthas favorite smell, even just her smile. it was all so addicting and Samantha was scared there wouldn't be a way out of this, afraid she'd end up falling for yet another straight girl.

birthdays weren't always Samanthas favorite. she didn't really like celebrating it when she was younger, she wasn't used to being the center of attention so it was always awkward. to top it off she never had any friends to celebrate with which just always reminded her how alone she really was. until her twelfth birthday, it was when she had met the twins and it was also the first year she had gone out to celebrate without her parents. they had gone the simple route and went to the movies. on her thirteenth birthday, they went to the pool, on her fourteenth they threw a small party with just them and it was the first time they ever tasted alcohol. on her fifteenth birthday, she spent it with her parents, her sixteenth they threw her a surprise party and on her seventeenth, she was so drunk she couldn't even remember it.

this time around it would be the same as the year before. Matthew would be throwing a party at his house, his mom was going on a business trip meaning he had an empty house and enough room to invite almost every senior. there was no doubt in anyone's mind that they'd all come, Samantha had a way of making friend unintentionally. even when she was younger, she always thought she didn't have any friends when she reality was she just never cared to pay attention to the people around her.

that morning Samantha was woken up by loud whispers. she thought she was dreaming at first, a weird dream with familiar voices whispering over one another followed by them hushing each other because they were talking too loud. she groaned lowly, her eyelids felt heavy and she wasn't supposed to be awake yet considering her alarm hadn't sounded. who the hell was waking her up then?

that question was answers pretty quickly, Samantha blinked one eye open, afraid that if she opened both she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. when she adjusted to the light coming from the curtains and the blobs above her she realized they weren't blobs, it was her friends all sporting huge grins.

"happy birthday!" they all said at the same time making the girls eyes widen and her body shot up, her heart was beating fast and her eyes were wide.

"holy shit" she muttered lowly, it took her a couple of seconds before her mind caught up to her body and a smile formed on her lips. "guys" she said her voice a lot softer now. "what the hell?"

they were each still smiling at her, Matthew was holding balloons in one hand and Nia was holding a cupcake with a single candle. "we know you hate when we sing happy birthday so here, blow it out" Nia said bringing the cupcake closer to the shorter girl. Samantha smiled at that, they were always thoughtful, all of them.

"but you still have to make a wish" Oliver said pointing at her making the girl roll her eyes with a small smile. she didn't fight his words, knowing if she did they would just light the candle again and make her blow it out for a second time. the latina girl closed her eyes, she made a quick wish and then opened them and blew out the candle.

"hell yeah" Matthew clapped and began to whistle, Samantha rolled her eyes once more and a breathy giggle left her lips at his actions.

"you're so annoying" she said but her happy tone of voice said otherwise.

"come on, get ready. Ellen's making breakfast" Oliver said rubbing his hands together.

"okay fine" Samantha said and threw the blankets off of her, she was about to go to her dresser and pick out an outfit when a bunch of hands were pulling her into a tight embrace.

"cant forget about our annual group hug!" Matthew exclaimed. no one seemed to be protesting though, Samantha laughed with a slight shake of her head.

"im being suffocated" she said dramatically and they all laughed before pulling away.

"you know you can't escape it" Oliver said with a wink.

"oh, i know"

a shower and a half an hour long conversation later Samantha was walking down the stairs with her friends on her heel. footsteps echoed throughout pretty much the whole house as well as loud chatter, having five teens over was bound to get noisy and at this point Ellen and Clint were used to it.

the raven haired girl was wearing light washed jeans that were slightly baggy and a white tank top that showed most of her stomach. once they reached the bottom of the stairs Samantha could see her mom and siblings in the kitchen most likely already eating breakfast.

"good morning and happy birthday!" Ellen said happily rushing over to daughter and pulling her into a tight hug. Samantha giggled as she accepted her mothers hug, recuperating it with as much as strength as she was receiving.

"thanks, mom" she responded with a slight laugh. Ellen pulled away happily to let her dad go next. he signed the young girl happy birthday and i love you before he pulled the girl into a tight hug, even though this was probably the fifth time she had been hugged in the last hour she hugged her father back with any protest.

once he pulled away Marcus stood from his chair and gave her a side hug, "happy birthday loser"

"awe, thanks Marcus" she cooed teasingly and hugged him with unnecessary strength. even though any other time he would've rolled his eyes and pushed her away, this time he didn't. he let his sister hug her for as long as she wanted and even a small crack of a smile formed on his lips that didn't go unnoticed by his mom who chose to not comment on it, not wanting to ruin the moment between the two.

Maxine was up next in line, she had her usual happy smile and threw her arms around her sister, "happy birthday, happy birthday!" she cheered happily practically bouncing in excitement.

Samantha chuckled, "thank you" she responded and tried to match her sisters excitement but that was practically impossible.

"okay, everyone grab a plate" Ellen said pointing at Samantha's friends as well as Samantha. the young girl saluted her mother and followed her orders, the five teens behind her mimicking her actions.

when breakfast was over Samantha, her friends and the twins walked outside to the car only for her to realize it was all decorated. she wanted to roll her eyes and complain about how it would be a bitch to take out but her friends and siblings were smiling with so much excitement that she didn't. it was also the fact that Marcus nor Max ever really talked to her friends and now they planned this together, just for her.

the words 'it's my bday bitches' was on the back of her car and the right back window had a huge eighteen whilst the other had 'finally legal'. she thought the second one was funny.

at school she was congratulated by a lot of people, some she wasn't aware they cared enough to take time out of their day just to wish her a happy birthday but regardless she was more than thankful. once lunch rolled around they all left school and went to blue farm. Samantha was sitting in between Nia and Jade whilst the other three were across from her.

someone else who said happy birthday? Georgia Miller.

Vivian Leigh 6:00am

happy birthday legal

it was cute that she remembered and it was even cuter that she had sent it exactly at six in the morning. they had been talking for the past two days and in that time Samantha commented on the fact that she was born at that time and in all honesty, it gave Samantha butterflies that she even remembered let alone took the time to text her at that exact time.

"so i got a keg and tequila cause 'you hate vodka' or whatever" Matthew said holding her hands up in quotations earning an amused eye roll from the girl across from him.

"thanks Matty" she answered now making him roll his eyes with an exasperated groan.

"you're just lucky it's your birthday" he said referring to the nickname she had just called him which he had a distaste for.

"it's every year" she shrugged.

Matthew hummed, "uh huh" he leaned back against his chair with his arms crossed.

"anyway," Jade said glancing between the two with slightly narrowed eyes. "what's the plan though? who's driving?" she asked and everyone immediately perked up at her words.

"yeah, i drove last time and i need to get wasted tonight" Nia said desperately.

Matthew shrugged, "everyone could just spend the night" he offered.

"hell yeah, man" Oliver said patting the boy on his shoulder roughly.

Matthew smirked and turned toward Oliver, "my parents room is off limits" he said with a smile. at that Oliver rolled his eyes and his smile was replaced by a disappointed sigh.

"it's okay, we'll just do it in your room" Natalie smirked making Matthews head snap toward her.

"absolutely not"

"why? it's not like your getting laid. didn't you leave at midnight last time?" she asked referring to the one they attended the week before. Matthew stiffened at her words and he subconsciously glanced at Nia who had a light pink coating her cheeks.

no one seemed to notice that other than Samantha though. did something happen? no, otherwise Nia would have told her.. right? they weren't the type to ever keep secrets from each other and thought of her doing so made her chest tighten.

"anyway," Jade cleared her throat, "is that cool with you?" she asked turning toward Samantha.

"yeah" she answered, she'd rather get wasted and know she could just fall asleep where she was rather than have to worry about someone taking her home and trying her best to hide how wasted she is from her parents. plus, she wouldn't have a curfew which was the best part.

"cool so i'll just pick you two up" Nia said glancing at Samantha and Jade who both nodded in agreement.

"question" Natalie spoke, "what are we all wearing"

"im wearing a tux" Matthew smirked widely.

Samantha snorted, "yeah, no." she shook her head at Matthew who glared back at her. "im wearing a dress. i'm thinking red but i'm not sure yet" she said turning her attention back to Natalie who nodded in return.

"so what do i wear" Matthew said sighing dramatically. Samantha raised an eyebrow at him and stirred her coffee in front of her with a straw.

"i don't know," she shrugged. "a button up? a polo? don't you know how to dress yourself?"

Matthew shrugged as well, "i know how to dress myself when i'm not hosting at my place"

"it's really not that different" Jade commented.

"cool, so a button up it is, i guess" he muttered and Oliver nudged him.

"im wearing a white one, so it's off limits"

"oh yeah, just choose the most common color to exist" Matthew nodded. Oliver simply shrugged and threw an arm around his girlfriends shoulder.

after that the girls began to banter about their outfits and who's place they were gonna get ready in when Matthew said they should all just do it at his place since it would be easier. soon their plan for the day was settled, that is until a very important topic of conversation came up.

"please tell me you didn't invite Marcus or Maxine" Jade said looking at her friend. Samantha was sipping on her coffee, not really listening until she realized everyone's eyes were on her.

"huh?" she said confusedly, she back tracked to try and remember what her friend said until finally she did. she put her coffee on the table and shook her head, "of course not. are you kidding? first of all, Max is grounded for lying and Marcus wouldn't be caught dead at a high school party unless it's all his emo friends" she said with a slight laugh.

"okay thank god. no offense but Maxine can be a little.." Jade trialed off.

"dramatic? loud? a ball of energy?" Samantha offered to which Jade simply nodded. "yeah i know. plus she'd just invite all her little friends and i do not want any sophomores at my party" she shook her head at the thought.

she was once a sophomore and knew what it was like to want to get invited to sophomore parties but she really did not want to deal with her sister. not only did she not like any of her friends but she knew she'd end up getting drunk or high and she'd have to spend the whole time sober and keeping an eye on her. she did not need neither one of those things. her friends murmured in agreement.

the door of the restaurant opened earning Samantha's attention, she glanced in the direction of it before turning back around to her table. one.. two.. three seconds later her head whipped around to the door again where she saw Georgia with her usual smile approaching Joe at the cashier. whatever Matthew and Oliver were talking about wasn't being processed by her as she watched the blonde chat with Joe as if they were friends. she assumed they were by now, Joe wasn't the most talkative but he was a nice guy and Samantha's sure Georgia had seen that by now.

Joe nodded at something Georgia had said - Samantha was too far away from them to hear what they were talking about though. once the bearded man was gone Georgia turned her body and leaned her side on the counter a bit as she looked around the place, of course her eyes landed on the girl who was already looking at her. a flash of a smile passed Georgia before she turned back around but that wasn't enough for Samantha. she had to say something.

"i'll be back" she muttered and stood from her chair, the conversation that was going on at the table stopped immediately after as they all watched their friend walk toward the blonde woman.

"hey," Samantha said once she was near her, Georgia turned to look at Samantha with a smile. she looked beautiful but that didn't surprise the raven haired girl, she always looked flawless even late at night when she would sneak into her balcony to smoke with her.

"hey stranger," Georgia answered enthusiastically, much like she always did. "happy birthday" she smiled and Samantha wasn't sure if she was imagining it but the smile seemed so sincere it gave her a wave of butterflies.

"thanks," Samantha said with a matching smile.

"i would give you your present but i don't want you to be disappointed every time you get one after" she said with a fake frown.

Samantha rolled her eyes at her, "is it that good?"

"of course"

"so then you'll have to take it to me tonight" she confirmed taking a step closer the the blonde. it wasn't enough to draw any attention to them but enough for her to smell the perfume she loved so much. it was intoxicating but she craved that feeling, every day. "at Matthews place, by the way"

Georgia raised a perfectly plucked brow, "i thought boomers weren't invited?"

"you're a millennial remember?" Samantha asked ranting a chuckle from the blonde.

"right" she nodded.

the raven haired girl sent her a sly wink and began to walk backwards, "you're not getting out of this"

Georgia laughed, "we'll see about that"

with one last look at the blonde Samantha went back to her friends table and sat down. she tried her best to hide the huge grin but it was almost impossible. she was too busy recollecting her thoughts to even realize that all of her friends were looking at her with confused looks.

it wasn't until Matthew spoke that she snapped out of it, "what the absolute hell was that?" he asked loudly making everyone at the table shush him as questions looks were being thrown their way.

"what?" Samantha asked calmly, "i just went over to say hi" she shrugged as if it weren't a big deal. in truth it wasn't, or she didn't think it was. it's not like she and Georgia were doing anything wrong.

"yeah, sure" Matthew nodded with narrowed eyes, Samantha decided to ignore him and began to talk about what they would be drinking later that night.

loud music echoed throughout the whole house and it was a miracle none of the neighbors had called the cops. it was past midnight - or at least that's what Samantha thinks. she isn't entirely sure. she was way past her limit and she needed to lean on something to even be able to stand.

after blue farm they all went home to get their things ready for the party. Samantha spent half an hour packing her stuff and then she and her family went to dinner to celebrate. it was nice, Marcus and Maxine were on their best behavior and it was actually enjoyable without them bickering and arguing back and forth. after dinner they went home to cut the cake and open presents. Marcus gifted his sister a small stuffed ghost face - she was obsessed with the movies and anyone who really knew her knew that. Maxine had gotten her flowers which she thought was cute. Ellen and Clint bad gifted their daughter a 'Coach' bag that she almost cried when she saw.

later Nia had picked her up and they went straight to Matthews house. they all got ready there which also meant they started drinking as soon as they got there and now after five hours they were all pretty drunk. they all decided to overdress for the occasion, all of the girls in dresses and heels or skirts at the least whilst Matthew and Oliver both had button ups and dress pants. it was Samanthas birthday and she had put that down as a ground rule and who were they to defy her on her birthday.

Samantha wore a red dress that fit her body tightly, it went down to a fourth of her thigh and her black heels made her about two inches taller. she curled her hair and had on red lipstick to match her dress.

most people started arriving at around ten and by midnight it was at full swing. most were in Matthews basement, the lights were off and the speakers were blasting a song that Samantha didn't know the name of. she was sitting on Matthews couch with him, Jade and Nia sitting around her. Matthew was on the ground whilst Jade was beside Samantha and Nia was laying down. by now most of the guests had left, only a handful of them still around but it was mostly just people that were really close to the group. Matthew had a bong in hand and a lighter in the other as he smoked. everyone was wasted so the only two who were also smoking were him and Nia. Jade and Samantha were far too out of it and that combined with weed would just fuck them up even more.

"i really hope Oliver and Natalie arent fucking on my bed" Matthew said with a slight laugh. Nia laughed along with him, she sounded out of breath and she laid her head on Samantha's shoulder.

Samantha grimaced at the thought, "that's disgusting" she shook her head. Matthew and Nia continued to laugh breathily, both completely out of it at this point whilst Jade sang along to the song playing. she had her vape in one hand and every once in a while and cloud of smoke would escape her lips.

Samantha had planned on hooking up with someone, a stranger, preferably but she didn't bring herself to do so. she spent most of her time with the teens around her throughout the whole night and the one time a pretty brunette approached her, she thanked her for complimenting her and said she needed some air. she wasn't sure what was wrong, any other time she would've flirted back and by now would've been hooking up in a bathroom or in one of the many spare bedrooms in the house.

instead she was watching Nia and Matthew try to ghost and fail miserably at it. she wasn't all that sure how they were even still awake by how high they were. Jade laughed at them, her back shaking in the process and her head fell back against the couch.

but she did know why she didn't want to hook up with any of the girls she had seen tonight. it had to do with it a pretty blonde that had been consuming her thoughts ever since she saw her at blue farm. every time she thought about kissing someone else she'd feel a sense of dread in the depths of her stomach and she hated it. how could someone fuck her up this badly when all they've ever done is talk? it was annoying and all she wanted to do was rip her name out of her brain and never have to think about her again.

that was a lie.

of course it was a lie because Georgia was forbidden, every sense and it only made Samantha want her even more. so she did the only thing her drunken mind could think of, even if she might regret it in the morning or even if she wouldn't get a response. the raven haired girl grabbed her phone that was on her lap and turned it on, the time read 3:23am her lock screen staring back at her. it was of her and her friends when they had all gone down to florida last spring break, each of them were all dressed up, makeup and dresses with button ups on the boys. there were all at a fancy restaurant, the girls sitting down with the boys standing behind them, each with huge grins.

she swiped up and went straight to her instagram, she double checked to make sure she was on her private account and went to her dms where she found the one person she wanted by her side.

Sams life

the light shining back at her was bright and it made her squint even after her eyes had adjusted to the bright light. her mind was fuzzy and her thumbs felt heavy but that didn't stop her from waiting for the blonde woman to respond. she stared at her screen for the next five minutes, her eyes occasionally glancing at the time to see how much time had passed and she even went back a couple of messages after a minute or so to distract herself.

finally after those five minutes she saw her message had been read and a second later the word typing.. was displayed on the chat. she pulled her head from one side to another as she waited for a response. finally she got one.

Vivian Leigh

hey

the girl bit her lip as she thought about what to say. she didn't think this far into it, she only wanted a response from the blonde but now that she got one she had no idea what she could even say. the only thing her drunken mind could really think of was how much she wanted Georgia by her side, how much she missed having her close, missed those meaningless conversations that meant the most to her. her thumbs aggressively typed on her phone, a response that could be like a bomb and blow up their whole relationship.

Sams life

i miss you

a second of hesitation.

Vivian Leigh

are you drunk?

Sams life

what if i am?

Vivian Leigh

you should probably be asleep right now.

Sams life

not tired

Vivian Leigh

it's three am.

Sams life

ur point?

Vivian Leigh

seriously, go to sleep. your gonna be

hungover tomorrow

Sams life

sounds like tm Sams problem

Vivian Leigh

Samantha

the raven haired girl chuckled drunkenly.

Sams life

Georgia

Vivian Leigh

are you at least safe? do you need a ride home?

a fuzzy feeling formed in the girls stomach at her words. she cared. she had to care otherwise she wouldn't have responded let alone worried for her safety.

Sams life

you worried about me, Miller?

Vivian Leigh

i'm serious, Samantha.

Sams life

yeah, i'm staying at Mattys place.

Vivian Leigh

okay good. make sure to drink water before

you go to sleep

Sams life

so when do i get my present?

Vivian Leigh

what present?

Sams life

the one i was promised at blue farm.

Vivian Leigh

haha i thought we were mutually aware that

i was joking

Samantha's lips tugged into a frown at her words. she didn't care about the present part, she just wanted to see her. if she wasn't this drunk she would've drove over to her house simply just to see her face but she could barely stand let alone drive without killing herself or someone else in the process.

Sams life

pls come over

Vivian Leigh

Samantha. your drunk.

Sams life

pls pls pls

Sams life

i really want to see you

Sams life

it can count at my bday present

Vivian Leigh

it's not your birthday anymore.

Sams life

please

she felt an overwhelming sensation form in her chest and she wasn't sure why it was happening. she'd never felt this way, not even for her ex and yet here she was, wanting to cry because the woman she had a stupid crush on wouldn't drive to where she was. she felt like crying which at this point she was sure it had to do with the alcohol in her body. regardless her breathing began to grow heavier as she waited for a response, her message had been seen but she wasn't getting a response. she was about to give up and just turn her phone off when finally a message came though.

Vivian Leigh

okay

her eyes widened at the message and for a second she thought it was all in her imagination. she had exited out of the app and went back in just to make sure it was real. it was. she bit her lip to hide back a smile, not wanting her friends to ask why she looked so happy as she typed up a response. she wanted to ask if she was serious but she also didn't want to annoy Georgia to the point in which she changed her mind so she quickly texted back.

Sams life

📍Samanthas location

her message was left on read and the green dot signaling she was online had disappeared. with that Samantha abruptly jumped up from the couch making Nia whine as her she held her cheek where she had just been hit.

"what the hell" she groaned and both Matthew and Jade looked at Samantha confused.

"gotta go to the bathroom" she said and grabbed her vape from Jade who pouted.

"awe," she said but Samantha ignored her.

"gonna go to the bathroom" she repeated drunkenly and stepped over Matthew who simply stared at her. she didn't get a response from any of them but she didn't wait for one either as she rushed up the stairs. the main floor was pretty much empty except for three teenagers who were in the kitchen who looked like they were about to leave. she ignored them and went outside which was empty. there were five cars still parked outside but two of them belonged to Nia and Oliver and she was sure the other three belonged to to at least one of the three friends downstairs - not including Nia Matthew or Jade and the teens in the kitchen.

the raven haired girl stood walked to Nia car and leaned against it as she brought the electronic cigarette up to her lips and inhaled deeply. there was a light breeze and it made her legs cold but she fought against it as she looked back and forth waiting for the bmw to pull into the neighborhood. she wasn't feeling as nervous as sober her would be and the nicotine was helping with her not freaking out as well. her hands were sweating a little and every once in a while she'd run a hand through her hair lazily. her stomach was filled with anticipation, the kind of feeling she'd get when she was waiting in line for a scary rollercoaster or the feeling she got before her first day of middle school.

in the next ten minutes the teens that were once in the kitchen had left, waving goodbye to the teen and wishing her one last happy birthday. until finally the familiar blue car pulled up next to the girl, a smile tugging at her lips as the window rolled down.

"get in" the blonde said simply and the raven haired girl didn't need to be told twice. she opened the car door and got inside in a hurry, she was aware of how no one else could see them together even through her drunken daze so before getting in she looked around her to make sure that no one was witnessing what was going on.

as soon as the door closed behind her Georgia put the car in drive and began to press on the gas. Samantha didn't question where they were going, only leaned her head back against the seat and looked at the road in front of her. they drove for five minutes until they pulled into a parking lot that belonged to the neighborhood park.

once Georgia had put the car in park she turned toward the younger girl with a raised brow. Samantha smiled lazily at her, she had her head turned and her cheek pressed against the leather seat. "i like your car" she said running her hand over the smooth interior.

Georgia let out a sigh, "why am i here Samantha" she said grabbing the younger girls attention. her movements came to a stop and she looked back at the blonde with a slight frown.

"i wanted to see you"

Georgia shook her head, "you're drunk"

her words went completely over the girls head as she took in the woman in front of her for the first time. the blondes hair was slightly wavy like always, she was wearing a long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. it looked like she had thrown the clothes on last minute.

"im not drunk" Samantha finally denied with a shake of her head.

"no?" Georgia raised an eyebrow "then why does my car now reek like tequila" she shot back making the raven haired girl giggle softly.

"you're no fun" she said with a fake frown and the action earned an eye roll from the blonde. Samantha rested her hands on her thighs, her dress had hiked up a bit causing her to pull it down which made her realize she had the nicotine stick in her lap so she brought it up to her lips and inhaled deeply.

Georgia sighed and watched as the smoke blew out of the girls nose and mouth filling the car with the smell of watermelon.

"you shouldn't do that" she said.

"do what?" Samantha questioned confused.

"smoke"

"why not? it helps me relax" she said and took another puff out of it. Georgia sighed heavily.

"your eighteen, Samantha. you shouldn't be smoking this young"

Samantha waved her off lazily, "it's okay. the worlds ending anyway" she shrugged as if it weren't a big deal. Georgia hated how a smile tugged at her lips. she'd seen the girl high before but that was nothing like drunk Samantha. when she was high she was calm and collected but drunk her seemed to be clingy, talkative as well but also extremely stubborn. she hated the fact that she found it amusing.

the blonde had her hands resting in her lap and her body was slightly turned to face the raven haired girl. "do you want me to take you home?" she asked.

Samantha shook her head, "nope"

"then why am i here?"

"because i missed you" Samantha shrugged simply.

"Samantha" Georgia sighed out, her hand pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"what's wrong?" the younger girl frowned and reached over to grab the blondes hand. Georgia flinched, not expecting to be touched but almost immediately after relaxed.

"i can't just come see you because you miss me. besides, you shouldn't miss me. we both know this is wrong" she said a lot more serious now. Samantha didn't seem to be paying much attention as her eyes were trained on their locked hands.

"we're not doing anything wrong"

Georgias eyes closed and she let out a deep sigh, "that doesn't matter. it would be weird if Ginny and Ellen talked in secret or even smoked weed together, wouldn't it?" she questioned now fully grabbing Samanthas attention.

her eyebrows knit together, "that's different"

"how is that different, Samantha?" she sighed tiredly.

"my mom is like - fifty and Ginny is only fifteen. i'm legal now and your only thirty" she explained stubbornly.

Georgia let out a tired chuckle, "seriously Samantha. "this isn't a j-"

but before she could finish Samantha pulled her hand away from hers and leaned over the console so she's closer to the blonde. there was still a decent amount of space between them but she was closed enough to hear the way Georgia's breath hitched in her throat. "i know what you present to me can be" she whispered lowly. her breath was precious tequila and a slight watermelon smell, both from her vape and the candies she had been snacking on throughout the night.

"what's that?" Georgia whispered her eyes glancing between Samantha's lips and her eyes. the girl inched closer.

the raven haired girls lips were slightly parted and her tongue ran over her bottom lip to try and keep the blondes eyes where they were. her body was started to burn and all she wanted to do was to kiss her. she didn't care about morals or about what everyone would think, she just wanted her. she knew Georgia felt the same way, she had to otherwise she wouldn't have smoked with her, wouldn't have went out of her way to find her instagram and DM her, wouldn't have driven there just because she had said she missed her. wouldn't be letting Samantha invade her personal space the way she was in that moment.

"a kiss" the raven haired girl whispered and pressed her lips against the blondes before Georgia had a chance to react. Samantha cupped the woman's face as she softly pressed their lips together, her bottom lip trapped in between Georgias lips where she froze. she didn't want to move, wanted Georgia to take control of the kiss so she knew she hadn't fucked up by listening to her heart and not the rational side of her.

but that never happened and Samantha felt her heart deflate. she quickly pulled away, a lot sober than she had been just a second ago as she looked at Georgia with regretful eyes. "im so sorry, i shouldn't have done that" she rushed out nervously. her heart was beating so fast and he could hear it pulse in her ears, her breathing was now irregular and she felt as if she was being suffocated in the car.

she expected Georgia to lecture and tell her that what she did was wrong or even just a disappointed head shake like she would get from Ellen when she'd do something wrong - even if it was extremely rare but she got neither. instead she felt a hand grab the back of her head and a pair of soft lips crashing down on her own.

she lot out an inaudible squeak and her eyes widened in complete and utter surprise. was she dreaming? was this really happening? did she pass out on the couch and none of this had eveb happened? her thoughts faded out as she felt Georgia kissing her with a little more force so she'd kiss her back which she did happily.

Georgias right hand was still on the back of the younger girls head whilst the other was resting on the console between them. Samantha blindly grabbed it and placed it on her exposed thigh, her body was abnormally warm and Georgia could feel that heat radiate from Samantha's leg. the raven girl had one hand on the blondes jaw and the other resting on top of Georgias that she had put on her thigh.

the kiss went from slow to needy in a matter of seconds, heavy breathing echoed throughout the car along with the sound of their lips smacking against each other hastily. Samantha whimpered into the blondes mouth and she began to lead her hand further up her thigh but before she could reach her dress Georgia had pulled away completely.

Samantha looked at the blonde with parted and swollen lips, her eyes slightly lidded and her chest heaving up and down. even though the kiss hadn't lasted long, it was filled with so much passion she could barely breathe.

they were so fucked.

#georgia miller x fem!reader #ginny and georgia #georgia miller #ginny miller #marcus baker #maxine baker #abby littman #gxg #lesbian

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love u lately #3 (m) | myg/knj/pjm

teaser: love u lately #3 (m) chapter title: #3 - pears pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon to lovers; summary: you continue your entanglement with yoongi despite jimin's suspicions of him. however, when you end up being in a group project with jimin and having a heart-to-heart moment with Namjoon, you realize there may be more to what your heart may want. warnings: suspicious jimin, brief but word heavy study session bc this is a college au, pining, verbal argument which includes yelling, awkward tension, break up?, jealousy, namjoon and jimin making you have mixed feelings?, a little bit of angst!! notes: s/o to @daegudrama for editing as always for editing! word count: 7.3k drop date: october 9th, 2023, 4:30pm pst cross posted on ao3 here ← #2 | Series Masterlist | #4 → October 10 - Wednesday

Two days have passed since the secret arrangement between you and Yoongi was set in motion.

The atmosphere is charged with unspoken tension, Yoongi's touch lingering a second longer than usual, his neediness veiled under the guise of casual affection.

This subtle transformation extends beyond the private moments you two shared days ago; it starts to seep into your daily life at the house.

Yesterday evening, as you helped Jin prepare taco Tuesday for the group, you felt Yoongi's presence behind you. His fingers brushed against yours as you reached for the spices in the cabinet, sending a jolt of awareness through you. It was as if he couldn't resist being near you, even in the midst of mundane tasks.

"Need any help with dinner?" he murmurs, his warm breath grazing your ear as he leans in closer. His voice holds a hint of playfulness, but his eyes bore a depth of longing.

You smile, turning to face him, your eyes meeting his dark, intense gaze. "I've got it, but thanks Yoongs." You keep your tone light, aware of the prying eyes of the other housemates.

After dinner, you, Jimin, and Taehyung gather in the living room, opting to binge-watch "The End of the F***ing World." Yoongi's behavior continues to be noticeably different. He suddenly takes a seat next to you on the couch to join the watch party too. His arm casually drapes over the backrest, unconsciously brushing against your shoulders. It's a small gesture, but it sends a shiver down your spine.

Jimin, who sits on the adjacent couch, can't help but notice the subtle touches and glances exchanged between you and Yoongi. His normally cheerful demeanor is marred by a hint of jealousy that he struggles to conceal. He has known you both for years, and this newfound and sudden closeness raises questions he can't ignore.

His suspicions and worries only worsen this morning when he overhears Taehyung talking with Hoseok about how Yoongi has been acting differently since they got home on Saturday. Initially he thinks he's overthinking. If everyone else is starting to notice these patterns too, he must indeed not be overthinking/making things up.

"Hey, Hoseok hyung, have you noticed that Yoongi's been acting weird lately?" Taehyung's voice carries a tone of concern as he leans against the doorframe of Hoseok's room.

Hoseok looks up from his phone, eyebrow raised.

"Weird how?"

The fluffy haired boy fidgets, his fingers tracing patterns on the doorframe.

"I don't know, he’s been out of his room more often these last few days…and he’s been less grouchy…” Taehyung pauses before he exclaims his next observation. “He’s also been receiving my hugs without struggling out of my arms!"

Hoseok giggles, gaze softening as he puts his phone down. "I don’t know, Tae. Some of that sounds like usual Yoongi behavior. Maybe something good happened to him lately? I know he’s been working on dropping a SoundCloud mixtape."

"Yeah, but it's been going on for a few days now. There’s the breakfast feast we all walked into on Saturday? Who was that food for when we were all gone except–" Taehyung pauses his words, eyes boring into the older man’s, waiting for him to catch on.

Hoseok's lips quirk into a knowing smile. "Ah, I see what you're getting at. You think Yoongi’s dating someone?"

Taehyung shrugs, a mix of curiosity and concern in his expression. "I think he’s dating HER.” He emphasizes, eyes widening so Hoseok catches the additional hint. “I know him and Honey have been best friends since they were kids...but it would make sense. She’s beautiful.” He scans the area discreetly, trying to make sure no one else is hearing this conversation being spoken. “I thought Jimin liked her too, but he’s always with different people. Irene is the longest relationship he’s had."

Hoseok chuckles, memories of the past resurfacing. "True, true. But we shouldn't jump to conclusions. Let's give Yoongi the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he’s been in a better mood because of his music."

“Funny how Yoongi hyung’s doing better than Namjoon hyung…what even happened while we were gone on Friday.” Taehyung muses, his tone laced with intrigue.

Jimin, who had overheard their conversation while hiding behind the hallway wall, decides to walk toward them and chime in. "I heard you calling me?" he says, a curious lilt in his voice as he steps out.

Hoseok and Taehyung's eyes widen in fear, caught off guard by Jimin's unexpected presence. The room seems to hang in tense silence for a moment as they exchange uneasy glances, their words now exposed to a prying third party who is more than interested in their observations.

Hoseok exchanges a quick, apprehensive glance with Taehyung. The realization that Jimin had overheard their conversation is undeniable, and there is no way to backtrack now.

Jimin, with a faint hint of suspicion in his eyes, takes a step closer. "What were you two talking about?" he asks, his tone carefully neutral.

Taehyung's usually jovial demeanor falters for a moment, but he quickly regains his composure. "Just some house stuff, you know, the usual," he replies with a forced smile.

Hoseok nods in agreement, though his eyes dart nervously between Jimin and Taehyung. "Yeah, nothing important," he adds, his tone shaky.

Jimin, however, is not easily convinced. His instincts tell him there is more to the conversation than they are letting on. "It didn't sound like 'house stuff' to me," he says, a note of determination in his voice.

Taehyung and Hoseok exchange another anxious look. They know they can't keep the truth from Jimin forever, especially with the mounting evidence of Yoongi's unusual behavior.

Finally, Taehyung sighs, relenting as he knows he can't lie to his closest bud in the house. "Okay, Jimin, you got us. We were just talking about how Yoongi's been acting differently lately. I believe he might be dating someone."

Jimin's brows furrow, a mixture of surprise and unease crossing his features. "Dating someone? Yoongi?" he muses aloud, his mind racing to process this confirming his earlier suspicions. It isn't the conclusion he wanted to reach, but it certainly explains the changes he has observed since Saturday. Though from what he heard before he made his existence to the two men known, he doubts that you would be the one dating Yoongi. There’s just no way he’d do that.

Taehyung nods, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, but we're not sure. It's just a hunch!"

Hoseok chimes in, "We didn't want to jump to conclusions without more evidence."

Jimin's gaze remains fixed on the two of them, his thoughts whirling. He had suspected something was going on between you and Yoongi with the way he's been behaving around you. A mix of emotions swirl within him, including his growing jealousy he is struggling to suppress.

+++++++++++++++++

On this particular Wednesday, you find yourself in your marketing class alongside Hwasa, Seokjin, and Jimin. The four of you sit clustered together, engaged in a conversation about the marketing team term project that Professor Sui has announced. It consists of a comprehensive 10-page paper and a short yet cohesive presentation that summarizes the main points of the paper.

As you are about to chime in with your idea for the project, Matthew Kim slides into the empty seat at your table, flashing a charismatic smile that has earned him his reputation as a campus party enthusiast. His sudden presence is met with a mixture of surprise and curiosity from your group.

"Hey y’all!" he greets cheerily, leaning back in his chair. "Mind if I hop on this team?"

Seokjin exchanges glances with the rest of the team, gauging their reactions. Hwasa offers a friendly nod, while Jimin seems intrigued but cautious. You, on the other hand, welcome the idea with a genuine smile. "Of course, Matthew! We'd be glad to have you. We're just discussing potential topics for our marketing project."

Matthew's eyes light up with enthusiasm. "Sounds gucci! So, what's the company we're tackling?" He looks over your laptop screens to see what notes you have gathered so far.

You lean forward, confident in your choice. "Well, first I thought about how In-N-Out obviously has a dedicated fan base that swears by their menu items. Also, their menu is pretty simple, focused on fresh ingredients, and the whole 'secret menu' thing creates a sense of exclusivity. Plus, they don't invest heavily in traditional advertising, relying more on word-of-mouth and their loyal customer base. That's pretty uncommon in the fast-food industry."

Suddenly, Jimin chimes in, his peppy voice brimming. "And! Let's not forget their limited presence. They're mostly on the West Coast, which makes their expansion strategy intriguing. We could explore how they maintain such a strong brand in a relatively small area?"

Silence hangs in the air for a few heartbeats, each second stretching into an eternity. Doubt creeps in, and you wonder if pitching In-N-Out is a terrible idea after all. It's undeniably unconventional, and for a moment, you question whether opting for a well-known giant like Disney or McDonald's might have been the safer route. Just as you're on the verge of retracting your proposal, Seokjin, with a glint of excitement in his eyes, lets out a hearty chuckle. "Well, well, I’ve never seen the two of you so eager for a project. In-N-Out it is!"

Your eyes widen in pleasant surprise. You hadn't expected your sunbae to embrace the project topic so readily. A collective laugh ripples through the group, your cheeks flushing with a mix of relief and embarrassment. You turn to look at Jimin, finding warmth and fondness in his gaze.

In moments like these, you remember that Jimin is the one who often champions your spontaneous ideas, acting as the magnet that draws everyone else into your orbit. Like when you both proposed the wild race to lose your virginity before the end of high school, successfully roping Namjoon and Yoongi into your shenanigans. Ironically, it was also like that time you wanted In-N-Out after receiving your disastrous Calculus midterm grade last Spring semester. Jimin had begged Jin to borrow his sleek black Audi RS to take you for a vanilla milkshake and animal-style fries, to which he surprisingly agreed. It ended up with Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin cheering you up with your comfort food at 12am. These memories weigh on your conscience, especially now that you have chosen to have a secretive situationship with Yoongi, hiding it from everyone, especially Jimin.

You're brought back to the surface from your dulling thoughts when you hear Hwasa calling out to you to ask when you’ll be free tonight to work on researching information with the team.

"Oh, I don't have any evening classes, so I'm free when–" You pause, a realization dawning as you remember your work-study responsibilities to cover your tuition. "Wait, I was supposed to work in the library this evening, but I'll ask if Soyoon could cover for me." You pull out your phone and click on her contact to text her your request. Soyoon is another friend in your small female friend group that you met through this work-study program. She is typically handling morning shifts on Thursdays, so swapping shifts tonight seems feasible, unless she has plans.

Hwasa nods, her enthusiasm undiminished. "Sure, babes. I'll schedule one of the study rooms in the business building so we can meet up later. Does 7:30 sound good, boys?"

Matthew, Seokjin, and Jimin nod in agreement, ready to commit to the plan. Not long after, Soyoon replies to you with ‘no worries, i got you!’ text with a blushing smile emoji next to it. I guess that settles the group project plans for night, you think to yourself.

As you look around at your friends, you can't shake the feeling of guilt for keeping your situationship with Yoongi hidden. The complexities of your relationships within the group are becoming increasingly tangled, and you wonder how much longer you can keep your secret concealed.

++++++++

The night settles in, casting a soft, dim glow over the campus as you arrive at the business school building just a tad earlier than the agreed-upon time. The hallway outside is mostly deserted, however, there are still some students in night classes and some sitting around and studying along the lit corridor. With a bag of snacks in one hand and your determination in the other, you quietly approach the designated study room Hwasa reserved.

As you push open the door at 7:15, the room is bathed in the muted, warm light of a single desk lamp, and you are surprised to find Jimin already here. He meticulously arranges a selection of drinks on the table, their labels glistening as they catch the light. His eyes light up as you enter, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Hey," he greets, his voice angelic and inviting. "I thought I'd get here early to help set up. Hope you don't mind."

You return his smile, a sense of gratitude welling up within you. You're not too surprised he also showed up with snacks. "Not at all, Jimin. Thanks for coming early. I brought some snacks too."

Jimin's gaze drifts to the snacks you have placed on the table, and he chuckles. "Great minds do think alike, huh?" he remarks, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

You take a seat next to Jimin, the atmosphere in the room cozy and welcoming. The study room has a serene ambiance, the faint hum of the air conditioning creating a soothing background noise.

"It seems that way," you reply, your heart warmed by the camaraderie between you two.

He gestures to the drinks he has laid out. "I grabbed a few drinks for us. Yerba Mate, water, and some green tea. I remember you like the Bluephoria Yerba Mate." He grabs the can and hands it out to you.

You can't help but be touched by his thoughtfulness. "You have a good memory, Mimi. Thanks for remembering."

He flashes a playful grin. "Of course, how could I ever forget your favorite, Darling?"

As you settle in, his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world outside fades away. Jimin has always been known for his exceptional memory when it comes to your favorite snacks. It's a skill he has honed over the years, driven by his desire to make you smile. Even before your current situationship with Yoongi, Jimin has often been the one to make snack runs, returning with an assortment of treats to share with everyone in the house or the dorms, especially during the intense periods of midterms and finals.

Whether it's your favorite Yerba Mate, a bag of kettle-cooked sea salt & vinegar chips, or that one obscure dark chocolate bar you can't resist, Jimin has an uncanny ability to remember the details of your cravings. It's a gesture that hasn't gone unnoticed throughout the time you've known him.

Yoongi, too, has a knack for remembering your snack preferences, although he displays it in his own, quieter way. He might not be as vocal about it as Jimin, but he will often surprise you with your favorite snack tucked away in your bag or on your desk when you least expect it. His actions speak volumes, a subtle way of showing that he cares and pays attention to the little things that make you happy.

In those moments, whether it's Jimin's boisterous enthusiasm or Yoongi's quiet consideration, you feel truly cherished by these two men. Namjoon is a bit different from the two, though.

Not long after, Seokjin, Hwasa, and Matthew start coming into the study room, their faces lighting up with excitement as they see the assortment of snacks presented on the table for their indulgence. The room buzzes with anticipation, and you can't help but chuckle at their reactions.

Seokjin, who has a penchant for indulging in snacks during late-night study sessions, immediately gravitates toward the shrimp chips and reaches for a handful. "Honey, you got these? Ah, you've got the good stuff here I see," he exclaims, a grin forming as he settles into his seat.

Hwasa, equally pleased with the snack selection, joins him, her eyes alight with enthusiasm. "Our Honey sure knows how to make our study session so much better," she declares, her fingers dancing over the bags of chips and cookies.

Matthew also looks pleasantly surprised by the spread. "Wow, you guys really know how to set up a study session. I'm impressed, not gonna lie," he admits, picking out a bag of gummy candies. “I’m gonna make sure Y/N and Jimin are always on my team for group projects for every class I end up with them.” The group bursts out with laughter while you and Jimin look on with satisfaction with your efforts to make everyone feel at home.

With snacks in hand and laptops opened, the group gets down to business. The atmosphere shifts from casual camaraderie to focused determination as you delve into the research on In-N-Out. Your laptop screens illuminate the room as you pull up relevant articles, statistics, and marketing strategies.

"Alright, let's talk about In-N-Out's competitors," Seokjin suggests, leaning back in his chair. "We've got the big players like McDonald's, Burger King, and Wendy's. But what sets In-N-Out apart?"

"Their simple menu and focus on fresh ingredients definitely gives them an edge. Plus, they've maintained a loyal customer base for years." Hwasa chimes in, pulling up some articles from Business Insider.

Jimin adds, "And their annual earnings are impressive too. I’m looking at their earnings report from 2017, they reportedly made over $800 million. Not bad for a regional chain."

Matthew, who is flipping through some notes on his tablet, pipes up, "Okay y’all, but isn't it strange that they don't heavily promote themselves? I was looking this up before they got here and they rely a lot on word-of-mouth."

Jin nods in agreement, his mouth full of chips as he chimes in, "And their refusal to expand too quickly, even when they could, keeps that exclusivity intact. It's like a club that everyone wants to join, but they have to wait in line."

You giggle, nodding in agreement, "Exactly. It's like they're intentionally keeping a sense of exclusivity around their brand… while also lightly promoting it with their In-N-Out T-Shirts and stickers."

As you speak, Jin jots down some notes onto the Google slides, "Let's make sure we highlight these points in the paper. It's all about understanding their unique selling points."

Jimin, who has been intently focused on his own research, lifts his head from his laptop and puts it on your shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It's a gesture that has happened countless times before during study sessions, but tonight, it feels different, and you can't quite put your finger on why.

"Y/N," Jimin says, his voice soft as he snuggles against your shoulder. "You should look into researching competitor menus and their pricing. That's a critical point."

You glance down at Jimin, his proximity a mix of comfort and unease. It's as though he's seeking solace in your presence, a subtle shift in the dynamics between you two. His eyes meet yours briefly, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension that has been growing since the arrangement with Yoongi began. Maybe this tension has always been there, and it wasn’t until Hwasa opened Pandora’s box that you started to become more conscious and self-aware of these behaviors. Maybe the lack of touch since your last relationship ended as well as the combination of what felt like Namjoon’s betrayal has made you deluded with these thoughts.

As the group continues discussing the PowerPoint structure and the resources they are consulting, you can't help but wonder about Jimin's intimate actions.

++++++

It's around 9:45 when you guys decide to call it a night and head back to your respective homes. Hwasa and Matthew head over in different directions, and you’re left with the two men. You walk alongside Jin and Jimin, who are engaged in a conversation about playing Team Fight Tactics. It feels like the first time in forever that Irene isn't mentioned in conversation, despite Jimin dating her. After noticing his subtle changes in behavior, you can't help but wonder if something might have happened between them too. He seems like he might be getting burnt out from dating a sorority girl, though Irene is far from the first one. You aren't sure why he keeps doing this to himself expecting a different result. However, not wanting to sour the mood, you decide to hold off on asking him about it. Seokjin and Jimin share a grin as they delve into a conversation about Team Fight Tactics.

"You know, Jimin, I've been practicing my TFT strategy. I'm basically a tactical genius now." Seokjin, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, leans in to say to the younger.

Jimin chuckles, his competitive spirit ignited. "Oh really, Jin? I'd like to see that. Last time I checked, you were still trying to figure out how to combine items."

The older man waves a dismissive hand. "Minor details, my friend. I've unlocked a secret tactic – I call it the 'Lose First, Win Later' strategy. It's all about keeping the element of surprise."

Jimin raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Lose first? Isn't the goal to win?"

Seokjin nods sagely. "Ah, but see, when you consistently lose in the early rounds, your opponents underestimate you. Then, when they least expect it, I unleash my secret weapon– the level two Vayne!"

Jimin bursts into laughter. "Level two Vayne? Maybe I’m underestimating you, Kappa Psi Pi President Kim."

Seokjin grins proudly. "You'll see, Jimin. Soon, I'll be climbing the TFT ranks and taking over the leaderboards. Just you wait!"

Their banter continues, filled with laughter and warmth. This feels just like normal, you think to yourself. It feels like before the breakdown you had on Friday and spending the night with Yoongi. It feels like before Namjoon started getting closer with Jihyo through their shared major classes. It feels like before Taehyung convinced Jimin to go on a double date which led him to date Irene. What went wrong? Yoongi’s question from Friday night surfaces again, hidden from the haze of your feelings that night. Are you in love with one of them…or all of them? Or is there something more that you still haven’t realized at this point in time.

You find yourself falling behind, lost in thought as you are about to approach the crosswalk off campus and reach home. The burden of unspoken secrets and shifting dynamics within your group weighs on your mind. You walk at a slower pace, the distance between you and your friends growing.

Noticing your lagging steps, Jimin suddenly stops mid-sentence and turns around, a playful grin on his face. He hurries back toward you and, without missing a beat, links his arm through yours. His touch is warm and familiar, a comforting reminder of the deep connection you share.

"Hey there, slowpoke," Jimin teases, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You laugh, the tension that had been building within you slowly dissipating. "Sorry, just got lost in thought for a moment."

Seokjin glances back and notices Jimin linking arms together with you. He shakes his head, a fond smile on his face. "You two are still just like kids!" he remarks, his voice carrying a mixture of affection and amusement. Jimin rushes with you across the crosswalk before the crosswalk light countdown reaches 1.

“Gotta make sure my darling doesn’t get lost because she’s tiny!” Jimin and you exchange a knowing glance, the unspoken history between you evident in your eyes. It's a history filled with shared laughter, secrets, and a bond that time and circumstance have failed to break.

You and Jimin walk alongside each other, arm in arm, the night air feeling a bit lighter with each step. The camaraderie between you two is a reassuring presence, a buffer against the uncertainties of your group's dynamics.

As you approach the corner of the street leading to your house, the distant sound of raised voices begins to reach your ears. The voices are filled with emotion, carrying an unmistakable tension and turmoil.

“You're clearly not all in for me so what’s the point of all this?” one voice exclaims, a rawness in the tone that's impossible to ignore.

Jimin furrows his brow, concern etched across his face. He tightens his grip on your arm, pulling you closer as the shouting persists in the distance. You exchange a worried glance, a silent agreement passing between you both to investigate the source of the commotion. Ahead of you, Seokjin decides to take the lead, guiding you and Jimin as you round the corner of the street. What you come upon leaves you both utterly stunned.

Namjoon and Jihyo arguing right outside the front door of the house.

The tension in the air thickens as Jihyo's words hang heavily between them. Namjoon, his voice laced with desperation, tries to salvage the situation.

"No, you've got this all wrong," he pleads, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I like you, Jihyo, a lot more than the words I can verbalize right now. So don't do this."

Jihyo's expression remains hardened, her resolve unyielding. "I don't care what Shakespearean bullshit you want to say," she retorts, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "Because I know that what you said while you were drunk on Friday, is what you truly feel."

Seokjin, Jimin and you open the front gate, catching the attention of the two.

Jihyo's words hang in the air, heavy with emotion and finality. The intensity of their argument seems to dissipate as she turns her attention to the arrival of Seokjin, Jimin, and you. Her anger momentarily softens into a weary resignation, and she sighs, her gaze shifting from Namjoon to the three of you. "Looks like we have an audience now, so I'm just gonna go," she says, her voice weary, her eyes flickering briefly in your direction. It's the first time you've seen her beauty up close, and it strikes you how different she appears from her usual calm and collected demeanor. It's as if she shattered into a hundred pieces before your eyes.

With a final glance at Namjoon, Jihyo imparts a parting message, one that holds both concern and a touch of forgiveness. "I'm gonna say this as your friend," she begins, her voice softening, "get your shit sorted out before you end up hurting anyone else. And I'm sorry I had to end it this way, but despite it all, I'm rooting for you. Goodbye Joon."

With those words, Jihyo walks away, leaving Namjoon standing there, a mixture of regret and longing in his eyes. The weight of their argument and its implications lingers in the air, a reminder of the complexities of relationships and the consequences of words spoken in moments of vulnerability.

Seokjin, Jimin, and you exchange a knowing glance, understanding the depth of what just transpired. Namjoon stands there, lost in thought and motionless, as the arguing and Jihyo's departure sinks in. The shadows of regret and turmoil play across his face, leaving him seemingly paralyzed by the emotions swirling within.

Finally, he breaks the silence with a heavy sigh, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and uncertainty. "I... I need to go, clear my head or something," he mumbles, his words lacking the usual confidence that characterizes him.

Before anyone can respond, he rushes past Seokjin, slightly pushing him in his haste. The push sets off a chain reaction, and you find yourself being pushed by Jimin in the process. The abruptness of it all leaves you and your friends looking at each other with concern, the tension in the air almost palpable, and excruciating

You decide to let go of Jimin's arm, hand him your backpack, with determination in your eyes as you speak up. "I'm going to go after him," you announce, your voice resolute.

Seokjin furrows his brow, concern etched across his features. "Is that the best thing you can do right now?" he asks, voicing the apprehension that hangs in the air.

Jimin looks down briefly before meeting your gaze with unwavering trust in his eyes. "I think this is something only she can do at this moment," he says, his voice steady. "Namjoon's known her the longest. I think her presence might ease him."

You agree. You’ve been with him each of the times that he was doing unwell or struggling, managing to get him out of his depressive state with your existence. It shouldn’t be any different now. With those words of encouragement from Jimin, you set off after Namjoon, the echoes of Jihyo's parting words still resonating in your mind.

From inside the house, Yoongi looks out the window with jealousy running through his veins. He balls his left fist and pushes his hair back from frustration. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way because you two are still friends. He was a few seconds from considering going out there earlier to prevent Namjoon from fighting with Jihyo, but decided against it. It felt like some sort of betrayal knowing how you felt towards Joon on Friday and how you wanted to see him face the consequences of his actions, but you ended up going after him without a second thought. He is confused on how he should feel about this and whether he made a mistake as he let his feelings get in the way of his actions.

Jungkook approaches the window, his gaze fixed on Yoongi, and then your figure gradually fading into the distance. He sighs softly, a sense of resignation washing over him.

Meanwhile, Seokjin and Jimin decide to head inside, entering the house to find the rest of the boys in a somber mood following the recent events outside. Yoongi, in particular, appears disheartened. He shakes his head and goes to lay down on the couch, lifting his arm to cover his eyes, appearing to sulk. Jin joins him on the couch, taking out his phone to play Maple Story to occupy himself. Jimin places your bag down on the couch and glances over at Yoongi, puzzled by his sudden mood shift. His thoughts briefly wander to the rumored girlfriend that the other guys had been talking about earlier in the day. But why now? A nagging feeling lingers—what if it is actually about you? He contemplates whether or not to broach the subject with elder man.

Just then, Jungkook approaches Jimin, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and inviting him to join him in the kitchen. He mentions that he had prepared perilla oil spicy makguksu earlier that evening and wanted Jimin to taste his new recipe. He agrees and walks over, finding Taehyung eating straight from the pot and playfully scolds him as Jungkook laughs.

Meanwhile, Seokjin glances at Yoongi and offers a sympathetic ear. "If you ever want to talk about what's bothering you," he says quietly, "just know that I'm the trustworthy type. I'll keep my lips sealed, unlike some of the other blabbermouths in this house. You know that, right?"

Yoongi lift his arm away and turns his gaze toward Jin, his internal struggle evident on his face as he contemplates how to respond.

++++++

"Kim Namjoon, wait!" you call out, your voice cutting through the night air. Your heart is pounding as you chase after him, determined to catch up before he disappears into the darkness.

The campus is quiet, with only a few lingering students strolling about. Namjoon continues his brisk pace in the direction of the campus gym, seemingly intent on finding solace in a late-night workout to clear his mind.

Your desperation grows as you realize that he might be slipping away, and you can't bear the thought of letting him face his turmoil alone. You groan in frustration and, fueled by a surge of determination, you rush forward and tackle him from behind, clinging to him like a koala.

Namjoon stumbles in surprise, his eyes widening as he registers your unexpected presence. He tries to shake you off, but you hold on stubbornly, your heart racing.

"We need to talk, seriously," you plead, your voice trembling with urgency.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, his tense shoulders slowly relaxing as he agrees. "Okay, okay, just please get off, and we can go find a place to talk."

Your grip on him loosens, and you cautiously climb off his back. "You promise this isn't an excuse to run off without me, right?" you ask, a hint of worry and aggression in your voice.

Namjoon lifts his hand, forming it into a pinky promise. "I promise I'm not gonna do that," he reassures you.

With a sigh of relief, you gently climb off his back. Together, you start walking toward the campus soccer field, where the night is quiet and serene. Namjoon takes off his gray hoodie and lays it on the grass before you sit down, offering it as a makeshift cushion to make you more comfortable. As you settle onto the grass, you can't help but steal a glance at Namjoon. He's wearing a black tank top that showcases his well-defined muscles, a stark contrast to the more reserved freshman you once knew. He looks pretty good.

You both sit in silence, the cool night air enveloping you as you give Namjoon the space he needs to open up. You can see the stress in his eyes, the pain of the argument etched on his face.

Finally, Namjoon breaks the silence, his voice heavy with regret. "She broke up with me."

You nod, your sympathy evident as you motion your hands, gesturing to his distraught expression. "I see that," you say bluntly, allowing him to continue at his own pace.

"We were only sleeping with each other for a bit," Namjoon begins, his voice wavering slightly, "but we were thinking about making it more serious." He pauses, collecting his thoughts. "And then I said something Friday night and completely fucked things up for us."

"What did you say?"

Namjoon sighs loudly, the memory clearly painful as he rubs his face in frustration. "I can't even remember, I was so drunk. This happened on Friday."

"Friday..." you murmur, your mind racing as you recall the events of that particular evening. Memories start to piece together, especially the growing worries and the sight of Namjoon making out with Jihyo at the Gamma Omega Tau party. It was the night that had led to your emotional breakdown and your impulsive decision to sleep with Yoongi.

Then it hits you—the realization that Namjoon was supposed to be at the house that night because you and Yoongi had gotten "sexiled" and sent to do game night elsewhere. But when you had returned, in your tipsy and aroused state, he was nowhere to be found. Not even hours later, as you and Yoongi got lost in the moment. It was something you had completely forgotten about, but now it seemed crucial.

"Wait," you say slowly, connecting the dots, "Friday night... you were supposed to be at the house that night, right?"

Namjoon's eyes widen as he comprehends the implication of your question. The pieces of the puzzle start to come together, and you both realize that things could have ended disastrously if he had indeed shown up as originally planned.

"Yeah, but I ended up sleeping on the couch at Jihyo’s place... by myself," he admits, his voice filled with regret. "Chaeyoung and Nayeon wanted to kick me out, but Jihyo was nice enough to let me stay there. I didn't deserve her kindness."

Understanding dawns as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. "Oh," you say softly, realizing how the series of events had unfolded. You had also forgotten that Jihyo was in the Professional Kappa Psi Pi frat and lived with some of the girls too.

Namjoon continues, his voice laced with self-blame. "And you saw me come back on Saturday morning with Hope, who should've been gone until Sunday. I called him, and he brought me back home out of concern."

You nod, encouraging him to share more.

"So overall, this is just a consequence of my own actions," Namjoon concludes, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "I can't even be mad at her; she didn't do anything wrong."

The tension of Namjoon's guilt and self-realization fills the quiet night. It's clear that he's grappling with the consequences of his choices and how they've led to the dissolution of his budding relationship with Jihyo. Despite whatever frustration and angst you felt that night, you still empathize with Namjoon and his situation.

You take a moment to choose your words carefully, wanting to offer Namjoon support and guidance in this difficult time. Finally, you speak with a gentle but firm tone.

"Namjoon, we all make mistakes," you word out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "What's important now is that you've recognized your part in this and that you're willing to learn from it. That's a sign of growth and maturity."

Namjoon looks at you, his expression a mix of gratitude and remorse.

"You can't change the past," you continue, "What’s said has been done, but you can control how you move forward from here. Take this as an opportunity to work on yourself, to become a better person. And remember, it's okay to lean on us for support when you need it."

He nods, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"As for Jihyo," you add, “she may have left, but she did leave you with some insight on what you can do. So listen to that." Namjoon's gaze becomes more determined, and he nods once more, this time with a sense of purpose.

As your words of encouragement hang in the air, he reaches out and gently places a hand on your shoulder, his way of silently thanking you for your support.

But then, to your surprise, he suddenly pulls you towards him, wrapping his arms around you in a tight, warm embrace. It's an unexpected gesture, and you find yourself pressed against his chest, your head nestled against his shoulder. The emotions in that moment are overwhelming. There's a deep sense of intimacy felt in this moment compared to any other hugs you share in the past. The tension that had been building during your conversation seems to melt away, replaced by a profound connection that transcends words.

"I thought you didn't like hugs, Mr. Kim 'I hate being tangled in limbs' Namjoon," you tease gently, trying to break the heaviness of the moment.

Namjoon's voice is dulcet as he replies, "Just this once, I feel like I needed it." He lets out a heavy sigh, his warm breath grazing your neck like a gentle breeze as he utters, "I miss the old days, when we were still kids and didn't have all this drama and shit." You respond with a soft hum, sharing his sentiment. In that moment, you both long for the simplicity of the past, when life wasn't complicated by tangled emotions and the confusing dynamics that had developed among your closest friends. It's times like these when you find yourself wishing for a return to the days when you didn't have to grapple with the complex web of feelings for your guy best friends. And right now, it's Yoongi who has navigating through a sea of emotions and uncertainty. With that damn question he asked you on that night!

“Me too.”

As he holds you close, you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a reminder of the very real, very human experience you both share. It's a moment of vulnerability and comfort, where your own concerns and secrets seem to momentarily fade into the background.

The night air around you feels cooler, but within the circle of Namjoon's embrace, you find warmth and solace. It's as if, for that brief moment, the world and its complexities cease to exist, leaving only the two of you, bound together by friendship and shared trials.

Eventually, you both pull away, the unspoken connection between you lingering in the air. Namjoon offers a small, appreciative smile, and you return it with one of your own. Namjoon's voice breaks the momentary silence, his words soft and contemplative. "I think we should go back," he suggests, his gaze meeting yours.

You nod in agreement, recognizing that it's time to return to the house, to your friends, and to the challenges and uncertainties that await. Rising to your feet, you brush off any blades of grass clinging to your clothes, and Namjoon retrieves his hoodie from the grass where he had laid it.

Together, you make your way back towards the main campus and the familiar path that leads to your shared home. The night air feels a bit lighter now, as if the weight of the conversation has been partially lifted.

+++

As you lie in bed, struggling to fall asleep amid the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions from the evening, your phone suddenly buzzes with a text message. You groggily reach for it, blinking away the sleep from your eyes.

It's a group chat message called NO JIMIN, and you see that it includes everyone in the house, except Jimin. The topic of conversation catches your attention immediately—it's about Jimin's upcoming birthday on Saturday. Somehow, the date had slipped past your mind in the midst of everything that had been happening. The boys wanted to have a party at the house. It has been awhile since a party was held at the Beta Tau Sigma household. Last time it happened, it was Jungkook’s birthday, a little over a month ago. It was a fairly small party, with nothing too eventful taking place. Well if you don’t count Taehyung and Jimin playing strip poker while getting too wasted. Jin and Yoongi really had to calm them down before they were entirely naked and having their dicks out for everyone to see. About a week after, it was Namjoon’s birthday. Though, he opted for the whole house going to celebrate at Baekjeong with KBBQ and going clubbing after at HARU. He did not want to deal with another party crisis at the house.

As you scroll through the chat, Taehyung emerges as the main organizer of the party, and he's already divvying up responsibilities among the housemates. Your eyes scan the messages, and then your heart skips a beat as you see your name mentioned, followed by the assignment he has given you.

Tae: We need this party for Jimin to be lit! Jin: Taehyung, I've got the food prep covered, so don't you worry about that.

Hoseok: I'll be the official DJ for the night, so get ready for some sick beats!! Beta Tau Sigma is BACK!

Hoseok: I'm bringing Matthew's DJ equipment over too, and we'll have the dance floor bumping!

Jungkook: Tae, I'll help out with the drinks and bartending! I’ve been told i make great drinks. Yoongi: I can handle working the drinks too, but just a heads up, I might be enjoying them a bit too much. Jungkook: LMAO, hyung I think it’s better if you handle something else. Also can someone make sure to buy enough alc options? Namjoon: I can drop by the liquor store on friday Tae: I also need you some of y’all to help clean around the house.

Tae: Hey Honey!

Tae: You and Yoongi are in charge of buying and setting up the decorations for Jimin's birthday party. Sound good?

You: Okie dokie! Yoongi: [thumbs up] Tae: Perfect! This is gonna be a night to remember. Let's give Jimin the best birthday ever! 🎂🎈🎁

You: We got this, guys! Jimin's gonna love it! 🥳🥂

As you send the message, your worries dull for a bit. Maybe this could be a chance for Namjoon to cheer up after the break-up, and make whatever growing tension less awkward. You looked forward to this night with determination, however you feared that what was to come would probably entangle you deeper into chaos with your best friends.

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l'azienda di famiglia (e le donnole dell'isola) ! daniel r. and f1 drivers x ofcs - mini wedding series part 3.

"the family business (and the weasels of the island)"

summary: nobody seemed to warn lester and danny that good things come with the most difficult journey. OR it's wednesday, and all the couple wanted was for the grid to stay away from the italian's sisters. (1)(2)

characters involved: lando norris, george russell, pierre gasly, carlos sainz, alex albon. fictional including the alessandro siblings, trish alonso (see masterlist) and the hearth sisters (and their kids!)

content warning: written part (HELLA LONG). hurt/comfort and a hint of crack fic! mentions of possible infertility, conceiving/pregnancy, mental health, therapy. thirsty!grid singles, lando norris x alessandro!ofc, george russell x alessandro!ofc. minor scenario with cigarette, use of explicit language and google translated italian.

note: got my etsy danny ric shirt. felt good. was writing a feel good part of this series but then decided last minute "hey let's add some sadness into this" and voila. bon appetit xx

masterlist

“Good morning, lads and ladies,” Daniel Ricciardo was the sunshine of the remote island— no matter how exposed the land and the beach were to the sun. The Australian driver could show up in the most depressing place and still manage to paint it yellow.

But that didn’t apply to all that Wednesday morning.

The usual suspects — Pierre, Carlos, Lando, George, and surprisingly Lance too — were still hungover from last night. Apparently, from what Daniel had witnessed last night at the bar stand, Valtteri makes a mean cocktail. The first one to believe him was Lando, who definitely asked for more because “he was parched.” Then the usual suspects continued to drink as they begged Bottas to make more. So the grumpiness from the five this morning was just a result of Valtteri’s talent in mixology.

Lando just grunted quietly as he ate his breakfast. He was cranky, but it was only because Lewis had a vegan option while he and the other lads weren’t allowed to eat much carbs. Lando could really use some nougats.

“So, not good morning then,” Daniel chuckled before he walked up to the kitchen, looking for the morning shift chef. It didn’t take much longer for Lester to enter the dining hall with the wedding coordinator, Garcia. They were talking amongst themselves before catching the sight of her friends.

Lester paused from walking before waving, “Morning!”

Everyone waved back at her, except for the five who only nodded. Lester frowned, “…Okay.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Aimee Hearth, the youngest sister of the Hearth family and Charles’ girlfriend, waved off as she joked, “they had a Taco Tuesday night.”

Sylvie then looked at Lester and made a drinking gesture, leaving Garcia and Lester to hum in realization.

“Okay,” Lester giggled, “I’ll tell the chef to have some juice for you, I suppose.” Then she and the coordinator continued to walk towards the kitchen.

Lando slumped against his chair and sighed, “She’s so weird.”

“Weird how?” Sylvie asked, now looking at her best friend with a scowl.

“This week made her weirder than she usually is,” Lando whined, “she’s all smiley and giggly— it’s creepy. That’s a Danny Ric thing to do, not a Lester Allie thing.”

Lester’s friends sat to Lando’s left and laughed at the remark. Damiano David leaned forward to look at the British man. “Lando, it’s her wedding week, dumbass.”

“I think I’d rather have her shitting on my life instead of giving everyone a happy smile,” Lando shifted in his seat.

“And she didn’t want to get her sisters’ photos sent to your grid group chat, but we can’t always get what we want,” Thomas sassed. His Italian accent seemed to be a little too loud, he thought, because at the last word almost half the grid stared at his direction. He saw the watching eyes and shrugged, “Hey man, Lorelei speaks. There’s no way anyone could hear a screaming guy down the hall and not ask a question about it—“

“Okay, okay!” Lando protested with a roll of his eyes, “Damn, there’s no need to expose me.”

“What do you mean, expose you?” Max and Lewis snorted. “Everyone by the lounge room could hear you. You sound like a dying hyena, bruv.”

The chef came out of the kitchen with jugs of juice— mango and orange, leaving the door open as the couple and the coordinator discussed the agenda for today. The chef came pouring some juice for the guests while the men listened in to the conversation.

“Mrs. Wolff and her family will be arriving later today with Mrs. Hamilton and the baby. We’ve had their rooms set up— and I can assume Sir Hamilton has already set up the crib for the baby?”

“He should be.”

“Right, sounds neat. Now what are we looking at… let’s see…”

“Dinner, perhaps?”

“The caterers will be serving lunch at 12:30, just half an hour after your families arrive. They’ll serve dinner for the guests at the dining hall while the evening chefs will serve dinner for the family dinner at the villa.”

“Great,” Daniel said, the eavesdropping lads hearing the smile from his voice alone, “that sounds like a plan.”

“If you don’t mind me asking: there will still be portions made for the kids’ right?” Lester asked. She was so polite, never demanding— perhaps that’s what Daniel didn’t like so much. He wanted her to demand for more. But that’s maybe why he also loved her so much.

“Yes! Of course, it will be for six, yes?” Garcia asked. A hum of agreement came from the kitchen.

“Psst, Lando, psssst~” Max tried calling the Brit, but he wasn’t having it.

George and Alex glared at Max and told him to shush. Max looked at his girlfriend and Lewis with his jaw dropped, as if he was asking, “Can you believe this shit?”

“It should be, unless you count Lori’s brother- ow, never mind,” Daniel groaned, “I forgot I’m not entitled to make such jokes yet.”

“Would you like anything else from the kitchen?” The chef asked kindly, making Lando look at her with a smile.

“Some fruits, perhaps?” Lando suggested, feeling slightly irked that he couldn’t listen in to the conversation in the kitchen.

“That should be confirmed as of your arrival two days ago,” Garcia said, “and if you would like, we can always set up a table for the littles so you can have some time. It should be safe for them to go around the villa. And we can also get them some colouring pages and crayons to keep them occupied during the dinner.”

“Of course,” the chef nodded, “just going to chop ‘em up for you.” She then walked off, allowing Lando to continue with his eavesdropping.

“That sounds good!” Lester eagerly said, “I should have thought of that before.”

“I came prepared, Lester, so don’t worry,” Garcia chuckled. “You’ll have more kids at the reception so we’ve made a little table arrangement for them.”

“Maybe this is a time for her sisters to take a break,” Daniel laughed. “God knows what two children could do to each of them.”

“Yeah, hearing that they’re single parents made me admire them even more— and I’ve not seen them before!”

Hearing the conversation, Lando whipped his head towards the direction of the other drivers. His eyes twinkled in excitement and the grid singles seemed to share the same sentiment.

Valtteri had only shaken his head, wondering what he was just roped into. Lewis caught a glimpse of his reaction, reaching out to pat him at the back.

Man, were they ever ready to meet the Alessandros.

The arrival of the Ricciardos was exciting, the grid singles said, but the Alessandros were a different story.

The singles had decided to do a roll call and relaxed at the beach. The rest (being Sebastian, Fernando and his family, Lewis, Charles and Max with their partners) remained in the palace, some opting for the central air conditioning while the Alonsos hung out at the pool by the west entrance.

The boys already greeted the family before going back to whatever they were doing. The port was near the palace itself, making it easier for anyone to get to their temporary shelter fast. The beach was also near the port, which gave the boys some access to see who arrived and who had left.

Then came the Alessandros.

“Mio caro! Come on, ‘urry!” Pierre’s head was the first to snap in the direction of Lester’s yelling voice, then it was followed by the rest. “They’re here!”

“I’m coming— that doesn’t sound so right,” Daniel replied back.

The boys could see the couple standing in the docks as the guests arrived through a boat. The littles had arrived first, jumping up on the arms of Danny and Lester.

“Oh man, Franco— you and Andrea are heavy!” Daniel hoisted the boys up. “Geez, Lina— what do you feed them?”

“Men who like to be unkind to women.”

The boys were close enough to be able to hear the arriving people. So their conversations were loud enough for the boys to eavesdrop.

“My kinda breakfast.” Anyone with two eyes could say that she was… hot. Pierre Gasly had seen her face once or twice in magazines but not once did he care enough to get to know her. He didn’t think that he’d see her in person though, radiating the same energy that she had on those pictures.

Pierre looked back at the boys, volleyball in hand as he nodded in the direction of the docks. “Jacquelina,” his French accent said loud enough for the men, “she’s the eldest, oui?”

“Yeah,” Lando confirmed.

“Dio abbia pietá,” God, have mercy. Pierre muttered beneath his breath before turning back.

“Same here,” Lester said as she juggled the toddler and the infant in her arms. “Theo and Maris have grown a lot this past year! Don’t tell me you’re feeding them the same thing as Lina, sis?”

“No,” another woman stepped out of the boat, trying to balance her way down as she laughed heartily. “They like racists for dinner.”

“Still hilarious as ever, Nora,” Danny laughed aloud, hugging the brunette as a greeting. The woman kissed him on the cheek before moving on to Lester.

Kara Eleanora Alessandro. That was the 30 year old sister of Lester, then. She was the businesswoman who runs a boutique in Tuscany and Milan.

Pierre was stupid for that. Why didn’t he go out to shop more often?

“Ever the genius, Dan,” Nora chuckled, kissing her sister on the forehead. “I hope the groom’s treating you nicely, tesoro?”

“A malapena,” barely. Lester laughed softly, making Daniel turn towards his fiancée with a huge scowl on his face.

“The accusations, bellezza,” Daniel scoffed, “on our wedding week.”

“Yeah, keep that up then there will be no more weddings happening,” Nora said, reaching for her children as she carried them. “Is there any place the bambinos could freshen up in? Theo and the boys were rather excited about swimming when we said beach. They can’t swim on the beach just yet because we just arrived – they need to nap.”

“Ah yes! West and east entrance,” Lester told her sister, “Garcia will show you your rooms, then you can have lunch if you’d like.”

A tall figure exited the boat, making his way down to the dock as he exclaimed, “Danny!”

“Mateo! How’s it been?” Daniel slapped the boy’s back and greeted. “How’s college?”

“Shit,” Mateo Alessandro stood there with his 6 '1 being. He was dressed on a blue short sleeved linen shirt and khaki shorts, his bucket hat eccentric.

“Oi, stop swearing,” Lester scolded her little brother before giving him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I didn’t raise you like that, bambino.”

“You’re only four years older than me,” Mateo rolled his eyes.

“MATEO! YOU UTTER PIECE OF SHIT!” A scream escaped a girl’s mouth as she exited the boat, stomping down as if the boat wasn’t shaking.

“NICOLA! Don’t be foolish! Stop shaking the boat,” Lester hissed, the younger girl not caring as she smacked Mateo in the arm.

The slap was so hard that even the drivers from afar grimaced. Crikey.

“Alright, cut it out,” Daniel told the girl before Mateo could even retaliate. “Use your words, kids.”

“Look at what this testa de cazzo did to my face,” dickhead. The girl whined as she turned her head to the side, suddenly catching a glimpse of the drivers who then looked away after being caught by her.

Daniel and Lester leaned over and saw what she was pointing at.

A penis was drawn on the side of her head. Right on her temple, in fact.

Lester glared at Mateo, who couldn’t contain his laughter any longer as he cackled hysterically.

Of course, Daniel took this as a chance to joke.

“If anything, you’re the dickhead,” Mateo wailed at the joke that Daniel made, trying to catch his breath.

“Don’t encourage the boy,” Lester nudged her fiancé harshly before turning to her sister, “Do you think you can take it off easily?”

“I sure hope so,” Nicola Alessandro was everyone’s favourite, being the youngest and all that. Truthfully, Mateo and Nicola were the favourites of the Alessandro family. They could get away with anything and get something with a snap of a finger if they asked for it. So their foolishness was just a natural thing to happen.

If you put them in the same place, you’ll have nothing but chaos.

“It’s washable,” Mateo finally stood up from laughing too much, wiping down the drawing. “See?”

“You need to stop doing shit that’ll get you in trouble, Mateo,” Daniel paused, “Actually, don’t do the shit that’ll get me in trouble. They already think that I’m influencing you.”

“So we can’t talk about the po—“

“No! We didn’t even do that,” Daniel protested, “stop being a shithead. I love you, man, but you need to stop concocting something heinous at this early time of the week. I’ve got to marry your sister.”

“Ma should have adopted him out and stuck to being a girl mother,” Nicola shook her head before walking towards the direction of the palace.

“Oi! You’re a bitch, you know that.”

“Stop throwing that word around, Mateo! The kids can hear you!” Lester huffed as she and Daniel watched Mateo walk away.

The couple then turned towards the direction of the grid singles, Daniel crossing his arms and Lester resting her hand on her hips. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the staring drivers, obviously acting like deers caught in the headlights as she pointed at them.

“Don’t try it, boys,” she warned them.

Daniel also said, “We mean it.”

They both walked off, heading to the palace as well.

The drivers only looked at each other, silence filling the air. Bottas then guffawed and was followed by the rest of the group. They had a hard time keeping a straight face as they were being told off by the couple. Those two were the most cheerful couple to have existed in the paddock, so to see them look serious? Yeah no.

They all had to laugh.

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An hour hadn’t even passed since the Ricciardos and the Alessandros arrived at the island, and if you were to ask any of the drivers they were starting to feel bored by the lack of activities done. Most of them had gone off to somewhere inside the palace after Lance told them about the entertainment den at the basement level.

Everyone left the beach but George Russell. He decided that he should stay and spend some time listening to the calming waves of the low-tide water, under the umbrella with his shirt undone and his chest and abdomen exposed to the world.

This was the life he wanted to live after the 2023 season. He hadn’t really wanted to party for two days straight, but most people were his friends and they’ve never taken the energy out of him. So really, he’s winning either way.

His eyes were closed the entire time, his ears listening closely to the sound of the waves. But he drew his attention to the rustling of the sands as he shot up and turned to his right, looking towards the direction of the footsteps.

“Buongiorno,” he was so happy his sunglasses were on because his eyes trailed down the legs of the petite woman before looking back at her. “How are you?”

Shit, George thought as he gulped, she’s actually talking to me.

“I’m great!” It wasn’t as if he had a choice— he had to talk to her instead of fearing that he’ll be screwing it up one way or another. “How are you? Liking the island so far?”

“Ah yes,” she nodded before peering down the empty spot next to him, “may I sit?”

“Yes, yes, do,” George nodded eagerly as she smiled gleefully and sat on the empty outdoor chaise lounge, sighing in joy. Forget about her wearing a black beach dress that barely covered her red bikini, her smile was heavenly.

“Thanks,” her Italian accent was the same as Lester’s, George noticed, and her fluency was much better, “I haven’t had a time to sit down for a moment until the little ones settled.”

“I’ve got a niece and a nephew,” he chuckled, “my sibling struggles a lot too.”

“It’s good that they’re out for a nap,” she said, “because I get to see the beach peacefully before they start causing havoc later.”

“It must be something you’ve missed,” George laughed. “Having a peaceful time on the beach.”

“Yes,” she nodded in agreement, “having two under six is not exactly suitable for struggling mothers.”

“Sorry to hear that,” George spoke softly. He really did feel bad for her.

“Meh, that man is a coward,” she stated with a shrug, “he left because he can’t handle a woman who’s doing a much better job in business and in parenting— sorry, I did not catch your name?”

“Oh! Yikes, that’s true,” George grimaced before sticking his hand out, “‘m George. I’m one of the poor souls who have been causing problems on the island since Monday.”

“Ah, that explains why you’re here in the silence,” she joked as she reached out to shake his hand. “Kara Eleanora. I am one of Lorelei’s older sisters.”

“Really?” George’s eyes widened, pretending as if he hadn’t seen her hop out of the boat earlier. “So you are the Nora that Daniel talks about.”

“I have a feeling that he is talking about me in a poor manner,” Nora laughed quietly.

“No, no,” George shook his head, “he tells us a lot about Lester’s siblings— he loves all of you, really. He recently told us about your baby’s christening.”

“He is Marisa’s godfather,” Nora grinned, “my Gabby’s godfather was his father’s friend, and I have trusted Daniel more than I had trusted the pezzo di merda’s asshole friend.” piece of shit.

“He is trustworthy,” George nodded. “At least you know that he’s a permanent fixture.”

“I can’t help it; he’s in every group chat our siblings have whenever we’re all away,” Nora laughed loudly as George followed along, “nobody wants to be as involved in their partner’s family as him— it’s no wonder why Pa allowed him to propose.”

“So, Nora, tell me more!”

Lando Norris didn’t like snitching, he swore. He wouldn’t do it purposefully, he’d do it because his big mouth couldn’t stop itself from doing so.

So when he made his way back to the beach to see how George was, he hid behind the shrubs when he caught sight of the tall British man walking down the shore alongside a woman who was a foot or two shorter than him. He gasped quietly, trying to grasp the scene in front of him.

The McLaren driver did not like snitching, but his fingers acted faster than his brain did when he sent a message to someone. Or rather… some people.

Lando: The Prince is with a lady. I repeat, THE PRINCE IS WITH A SISTER!!

It didn’t take long for Carlos Sainz, Pierre Gasly and Alex Albon to arrive, leaning down at Lando’s level before the British man nudged his head towards the direction of the duo. Wordlessly, the three men looked at the walking figures.

Then they took off, with Lando begging for them to come back and don’t do something stupid. But it was too late for that.

“Oi, George!” Alex hollered, making the couple turn around with a frown, “I thought you were alone here?”

“I was,” George said slowly, his face etched a look of confusion before it turned into a glare, “but the three of you obviously decided that I shouldn’t be anymore.” His glare said not to screw it up for him while Nora remained on his side, but the three weren’t about to let him win.

“Oh, hola,” Carlos said politely, putting on his trademark smile as he offered his hand to shake, “I’m Carlos. What’s your name, hermosa?”

“Kara Eleanora,” she grinned charmingly before shaking his hand, “you’ve got quite the accent— are you from any other country, perhaps?”

“Spain,” Carlos grinned smugly at the boys.

It only started there. Lando didn’t even want to replay their Wednesday after that first encounter with an Alessandro sister. Only wanting to replay the one that he had with the youngest one.

The night seemed to end early for everyone. By the time the sun began to set, the Wolffs arrived on the island with Stevie, her newborn and Daniel’s best friend, Scotty and his wife Chloe Stroll. They arrived rather fashionably early than expected and truthfully, Lester and Danny were more than grateful.

Stevie had introduced Lottie Hamilton to everyone just as the model arrived. The baby was only 8-week old yet she already stole the hearts of the adults on the island. Danny and Lester spent their time around the baby with some of their nephews and nieces hanging around them, asking the adults if Lottie would race too– because Lina’s son Andrea would like to race like his Zio Daniel.

The time seemed to pass by quickly, because the couple’s endless conversation with the Hamiltons lasted longer than expected. Daniel and Lester waved goodbye to the two before they got ready for dinner.

During the Alessandro-Ricciardo dinner, Lando took it upon himself to walk around the island. Had it been for the pathways made and lights outdoors, he probably would have gotten lost on his little adventure. It was during that time when he accidentally stumbled upon the villa where the dinner was occurring, and as always, he had accidentally listened in on the conversations shared between the family.

Meanwhile, the Alessandros sat on one side of the table and the Ricciardos on the other. The kids were occupied on their own table and had no intention of talking to the adults anytime soon. Daniel’s nephew, Isaac, had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on the little ones - to which Daniel thanked him and swiftly handed the child five euros and 20 Australian dollars, telling him not to tell his mother about the money.

“I don’t know if this is like a coincidence but Mom’s name is Grace,” Daniel’s sister, Michelle, started, “and Lori’s mom is…”

“Grazia!” Lando heard Mateo’s laugh throughout the location followed by others as they laughed along. “And you know what, Michelle? Her maiden name is even funnier.”

“Oh no,” Lester laughed, “right, mio caro, remember what I told you about Mama?”

“The maiden name? Yeah, how can’t I,” Daniel snickered, “Mom, Mama’s maiden name is Riccardo.”

“Really?” Lando would pay to see the shocked look on Mr. and Mrs. Ricciardo’s face. “Is it really?”

“Sí,” Grazia responded, “my papa’s family business happens to be Siena’s famous local winery– La Vigna E La Cantina Di Riccardos. It’s been running for many decades now. The Riccardos are very famous in our town.” The Riccardos’ Vineyard and Winery.

“I would have gotten a deal to produce wine from their business with Lori’s uncle,” Daniel told them, “if she had told me in the beginning.”

“Am I just the means of your successful business, mio tasso?” Lori said. She hadn’t really needed to tell him that. She and her siblings did not have much connection with the winery, after all. Her mother, Grazia, worked there briefly and had earned enough in the place. She owned parts of the winery, of course, but there was only enough to do and enough money to earn in the place. So Lester didn’t feel the need to tell him about it if she’s not involved in the business.

“No,” Daniel shook his head and huffed, earning a giggle from Lori, “stop twisting my words around, love. You’re going to get me in trouble. I only mean that they have better… taste?”

“But we don’t have an I on our Riccardo,” Grazia chuckled, “that’s not confusing, no?”

“You’re an Alessandro,” Lester’s father, Giacomo Alessandro, laughed aloud, “you have not been a Riccardo for years.”

“Besides,” the eldest Alessandro sibling, Jacquelina – or Lina, piped up as she sipped on her sauvignon blanc, “We will only have one Ricciardo by the end of the week. Two– if you include Daniel himself.”

“I like that idea, Lina,” Daniel snapped his finger before he pointed at Lina excitedly, “thank you for reminding us. See? You don’t have to worry about many Riccardos with and without the letter I when it’ll just be me and Lori!”

“Give it a month or two, then there’ll be three of them,” Michelle said, while she wiggled her brows at the couple. The couple shared a look before laughing nervously, their reaction masked as amusement.

“We’re just saying,” Nora clinked her glass with Michelle’s before sipping, “it would be very nice if the bambinos have a baby for a cousin.”

“We have Maris,” Lester shook her head in disbelief, “isn’t she adorable enough for a cousin?”

“Yeah but, I have heard Isaac and Isabella ask for a baby cousin,” Michelle suggested with a scheming smile.

“I’ve been hearing it for more than I can count,” Michelle’s husband groaned, “it’s not like it’s easy to shoot a baby out of a woman, you know? It’s hard to explain to them that it takes a lot of work for that to happen.”

Unbeknownst to everyone, the couple had been trying. Nobody knew just yet, because they didn’t want to make a fuss out of it. It had taken a toll on Lester’s mental health, as well, but it wasn’t something that she spoke of aloud. Daniel had taken notice of it, and had immediately sat her down to have a conversation about the matter. She cried so hard that day.

The memories of negative results were still fresh for the bassist, if you were to ask her. She hated tossing out the pregnancy tests knowing that she had to tell Danny that she hadn’t done it. Everybody talks about the wonders of conceiving and pregnancy, but why didn’t they warn Lester about the disappointing and draining part of it? Clearly, they only advertised the positive side of it but provided very little support for those who kept on trying.

Going to her gynecologist became a constant thing, and hiding it from Danny wasn’t easy. What was she supposed to do? She was already failing and she wasn’t even a mother yet. Daniel didn’t know how terrible it was until the day she declared that she was going to see an online therapist during her tour. He couldn’t even believe that his fiancée was suffering from this. He remained proud of her, still. He told her that they’ll find a way. He expressed his admiration for keeping a brave front throughout all of this – telling her that she would be the amazing mother bear that their kids would have.

The therapist wasn’t a secret to anyone, but trying to conceive a baby was. Danny wanted her to have the peace she deserved after those stupid pregnancy tests had failed her. He was upset himself, but Lester was the one blaming her own body for not doing the thing she expected it to do. He could only be there for her, trying and trying. He could only be there for the treatments that she may need, and for the worst things that could happen in the process.

Squeezing his hand below the table, Lester shot him a smile. I’m here for you.

He took notice of her smile and grinned back at her, squeezing her hand back. And I will always be here for you.

Lando was so caught up in his own little world that the only thing that brought him back to his senses was a smell of smoke coming from behind him. He turned around and nearly jumped and screamed, watching as the young adult peered at him with a suspicious look. She sat on the bench by the stone fountain, between her fingers was a lit cigarette.

“I know you had a crush on my sisters, but I did not think you would stoop this low,” she laughed quietly, taking a drag before exhaling sharply.

“I’m not- not stalking,” Lando insisted before gesturing at the pavement, “‘m just walking around at night. Like a normal adventurer– do your sisters know you smoke?”

“They know that every once in a while I do,” she shrugged, her fingers reaching out to offer him the cigarette. Lando shook his head in insistence, not wanting to do that. “I don’t get stressed as often.”

“Yeah?” When she moved to one side, Lando took this as an invite and sat next to her. The smell of the cigarette reeked and Lando was sure his clothes would have the scent of smoke all over it by the time he leaves. “You must be living a chill life then.”

“Bwoaaa… I would not say so,” she wrinkled her brows as she thought of it. “My sisters are successful in life, and I am not– that stresses me out. Besides, you are the one to talk. You are doing what you love and you are making money out of it.”

“I’m sure you have something,” Lando shrugged.

“D’you put this much trust on people you meet, Norris?” She giggled, her accent slipping into a southern one after saying the first word. “Perhaps I have something. Who knows.”

Lando laughed quietly, “You know my name and you haven’t even told me yours. How unfair is that?”

“You’re a professional driver alongside my in-law,” she raised a brow, “you’re not exactly the private kind. Unless you have forgotten that you are famous?”

“I don’t like to brag about it,” Lando waved her comment off, “I prefer bragging about my trophies. Now, trophies– they always have me and my ego going. They show that I have something to prove. Fame is different– you can be famous and still be talentless.”

“Honest,” she observed with a hum, "sei impressionante.” You are impressive.

Lando might have understood, or he didn’t, but she didn’t care as she introduced herself, “Nicola Grazia.”

“Nee-ko-la Grat-zia,” Lando said slowly.

“Or Pepsi,” she grinned, “Lina called me that first but Lo decided to keep it forever.”

“How– oh,” Lando paused, causing the Italian girl to nod and encourage him to speak, “Cola.”

“Yes,” she dropped the butt of her cigarette before stomping on it, killing the burning end of it. “Like Pepsi-Cola.”

“Well, I’m Lando Norris,” he reintroduced himself, causing her to laugh heartily. “And- I think you’ve been an amazing company so far, Miss Alessandro.”

“It’s nice to meet my sister’s own pet sewer rat,” Nicola joked, shaking his hand and pulling away. Lando pulled an unimpressed look as she continued, “Lo told me to call you that because she and Dan are the couple from Ratatouille. Do you know Linguini and Colette?”

“Yes,” he muttered in annoyance, reminding himself to give the two an earful tomorrow.

“You are like their Remy,” Nicola smiled at him cheekily.

“I already got that when you called me a sewer rat,” Lando rolled his eyes.

“I’m jealous,” Nicola sighed before standing up, not even looking back at him as she said, “I’ve always wanted to travel with them for free. I should be their Remy.”

Lando stared at her as she disappeared from his sight, wondering what the hell did the youngest Alessandro sister tell him. He asked himself a lot of questions that night: Did she compare me to a rat AND called me a freeloader? Did I just try to shoot my shot with her by saying she was a good company and accidentally making it sound like I’m insinuating something else?

She had already caught his attention and the couple just warned them not to try anything with any of Lori’s sisters. But maybe Lando would push his luck a little.

What’re the chances of him being obliterated to the moon by Lester and Danny? Maybe if he tries hard enough, he’ll be able to get away a little.

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hey i love your work so much! im so glad there’s people writing for this lovely character

i was wondering if you could write about him meeting one of Chris friends, he is very intrigued by her but can’t find her anywhere after that brief encounter, one day Dalton is supposed to pick up Chris after class but since he arrived quiet early decides to explore the area since he doesn’t come to that side of the school often, one of the classrooms is open and there’s piano music coming of it and is the reader. They have a proper introduction and Dalton tries to be brave for once and ask for her number, little did he know chris was watching him and let’s just say the way back to the dorms she was teasing him about the girl.

A/N: i can't tell you how much i loved this request! sorry it took so long to write but i hope you like it! as always please let me know what you think <3 (also in this fic chris and dalton are still roommates)

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: pure fluff

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Music To My Ears

Meeting new people never came easy for Dalton. He was very shy and reserved, but so loving and kind to his friends. Which is exactly why the most outgoing and confident person he’s ever encountered adopted him almost immediately after they met.

Right now, he was hanging out in his dorm with Chris, his best friend. They were currently watching dumb scary videos on her laptop with a big bowl of popcorn between them. They had been doing that for about an hour, an hour they were supposed to use to do their homework but whatever awful and fake scary video they could find on youtube was surely more entertaining than that. Most of the time they were not scary at all, sure there were a few screamers here and there but the rest of it was just a bad story, bad editing and even worse acting.

Their focus was 100% on the screen, until Chris’ phone made them both jump. She paused the video and picked up her phone, typing a few words before putting it down again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for someone”

“Oh, so you double booked me?” He asked, acting offended.

Chris rolled her eyes and pushed herself off of the bed “Your acting is worse than the guys on the videos” Now he was a little offended “No, she’s just here to return something”

Chris walked across the room and opened the door, not all the way but enough for Dalton to see someone standing outside. A girl.

“Hey” Chris said, and Dalton could see the girl smile “How did it go with the presentation?”

“Hi! Really good actually, piano skills really do transfer over to this thing” She was holding Chris’ Melodica before giving it back.

“See? Told you, if I can do it you for sure can”

“Yeah, thank you” She smiled again and looked at her hands while she played with them “I cleaned it too so don’t worry”

“Oh I’m not worried” Chris joked and both of them chuckled.

“Alright, thanks again. See you on friday!”

“Any time, see you!” She said before closing the door. Dalton quickly grabbed his phone and pretended to pay full attention to it “Now what? Should we keep watching or should we be responsible students and do some work?”

“There’s only 11 minutes left of this video, we’ll stop after this one, I promise” Chris agreed and went back to bed, where they ended up staying for another 2 hours.

Dalton couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. He wanted to ask Chris about her but he couldn’t possibly, what was he gonna do? Talk to her? Probably not, but if she and Chris are actual friends then he would for sure run into her again, right?

A week went by and there were no signs of the mysterious girl, not even on Friday, when she and Chris were supposed to see each other. But Dalton figured he would rather stay curious than be embarrassed.

It was Taco Tuesday and it was their special tradition to eat a lot of tacos after class. Dalton’s class was dismissed early so after dropping his things off in his dorm, he made his way to pick up Chris from the Math building. Once he got there, he checked the time and realized that he was a little early. He's not really familiar with that part of campus, going there every once in a while and only for a few minutes to wait for Chris, so walking around exploring for a bit while Chris’s class was over seemed like a good idea. He started wandering around, peeking at a few different open classrooms but not seeing anything interesting, he deduced it was just like any other part of campus. Plain and boring.

He was about to turn around and return to his original spot, Chris was about to come down anyway, but before he could start walking, a beautiful melody caught his attention.

He looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where it was coming from, finally seeing an open room he didn’t see before, a sign with the words ‘Music Room’ above the big doors. As he got closer, the piano melody got louder. It was like a force was dragging him to that room, it was like his soul needed to see who was playing the piano so beautifully.

He stood outside, going in carefully as to not disturb whoever was playing there. The song kept going and Dalton could almost recognize it, it was so gracefully played it made him understand why someone would dedicate their entire life to music. As he got closer, he identified the person behind the large piano, he saw the girl that made him go crazy just last week. He felt his heart rate go significantly higher, debating on his mind if he should leave or talk to her.

When the song ended, Dalton decided to go for it. I mean, who knew if the universe would give him another chance to talk to her? It was now or never.

She was about to start playing a different melody but was interrupted by a voice she has never heard before “That was beautiful”

She looked up at the person standing in front of her “Thank you” She was used to strangers complimenting her talent, it happened to her all the time, but thinking that he was listening to her play made her really nervous.

“I’m Dalton by the way” He introduced himself and found his way next to the piano.

“Right, I remember you” She smiled “You’re Chris’ roommate”

“I am, yeah”

“Y/N”

“Y/N” he repeated her name, slowly. Almost as if he was tasting every syllable “Nice to meet you”

“Nice to finally meet you, Dalton. Chris tells me a lot about you” Dalton knew his face was burning, there was no hiding it, and he was a little embarrassed by it “I take it your artistic self draws you to music”

“Well, I was just walking by and I heard you play so-” He didn’t wanna sound like a creep, the last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was stalking her. She didn’t think that, but she wanted to mess with him anyway.

“So… you interrupted my sacred rehearsal”

“I didn’t- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you- your rehearsal uh- I guess I should get going— oh, you’re kidding. Okay”

Y/N burst into laughter, wishing she had a camera to capture Dalton’s terrified face. Something about him made her feel some kind of way, a good kind of way “Do you like piano?”

“My mom plays the piano”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in amusement “Do you play?”

“Just a little bit… but you’re like a professional so in your eyes not at all, I suppose” Y/N chuckled.

“Show me”

Dalton’s eyes widened, no way she just asked him to play piano for her “What?”

“Yeah, do you know any song you can play for me?”

“Uh- Just this one song my mom wrote years ago”

“Go on then, play it for me” Y/N scooted over a little, making space for Dalton to sit next to her. Dalton looked at her unsure of what to do, not wanting to make a fool of himself “You just heard me play an entire song, it’s only fair”

Dalton let out a nervous laugh, but sat next to her on the stool. He was nervous and he was having a hard time remembering the right notes, but after a minute of staring at the keys he finally started playing. He didn’t play much, he didn’t remember much of the song and even if he did, he wouldn’t know how to play it. But Y/N loved every second of it.

“That’s all I can remember”

“Well, tell your mom she’s very talented” She said, not looking at him “And if you can remember the rest of the song, I would love to hear it sometime”

Dalton paid attention to their hands, they were really close to each other. And after building up the courage he asked her “Can I have your number? You know, just in case I have to show you the rest of the song”

“Yeah, just in case” Dalton pulled out his phone and handed it to her “Text me” She said typing her contact information on his phone and then giving it back.

“I will” Dalton looked at his screen, admiring her name on his contact list. Then a notification appeared on top.

Chris: Sorry I made you wait, but I’m going downstairs right now

“Uh- sorry, I have to go, but we’ll talk later” Dalton said, standing up and walking to the exit.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for your text” She smiled at him again.

They waved goodbye and he left that room behind, his heart was racing and his hands were sweating, he couldn’t believe he asked for her number. As he approached the building, he spotted Chris standing there waiting for him “Sorry, something came up” He said, gesturing to her to start walking.

“What? Miss music over there?” Chris said pointing at the music room.

“What are you-?”

“Yeah, I saw you coming out and Y/N always practices there when it’s empty. Plus, I saw you eyeing her the other day”

Dalton blushed again “I wasn’t-”

“Don’t even try. I told you, your acting sucks”

Dalton sighed “Chris, please don’t-”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna say anything… But I bet she already knows”

“What?”

“I mean, I think she can tell when someone is flirting with her. Or at least trying to”

“Hey, I’m great at flirting”

“We can ask her” She said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

“Stop, please” Dalton took it from her hands and put it back in her pocket. He didn’t think she would actually ask Y/N, but just in case.

“Aw, you’re properly in love” Chris said with a fake british accent.

Dalton rolled his eyes and kept walking, pretending not to care about the teasing but his blushed face giving him away.

“It’s okay,I’ll keep the secret. She gave you her number didn’t she?”

“For your information, I asked for it”

“Oh, go Dolphin!”

After their taco date, Dalton went back to his dorm and planned to call his mum. First of all, he hasn’t called her as much as he promised he would and second of all, he wanted to ask about the song.

“Hey sweetie” Renai said on the other line “It’s so good to hear from you, how have you been?”

“Hi mom, I’m okay, what about you? How is dad?”

“We’re great! Busy getting his things back into the house. How’s school?”

“School is good. Uh- listen, is there any way you can teach me the song you wrote for dad?” He asked, it didn’t go as smoothly as he had planned.

“You wanna learn my song?” Renai sounded confused, which made sense considering Dalton stopped asking questions about her music years ago.

“Uh- yeah. Well it’s been a while since I’ve heard it and I can’t really remember much” He chuckled in hopes of making the situation less awkward.

“Mhm” She hummed “I’m gonna pretend I believe you’re just genuinely curious about the song and that you don't have ulterior motives”

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Growing into the Job, Post 375: Back Together, p1

Melissa had ordered from the Thai place down the street, enough for the two of them. She’d offered dinner to some of the girls, if they wanted to stay after work and share, but a bunch of them were headed out to “The Tipsy Taco” on this Tuesday for burgers. Go figure.

Melissa had declined the invite for herself and him, wanting to have some time together. She’d been away all day! The clinic girls at Evolution kept her much longer than she’d thought they would, and she missed him. Hearing him talk about his day, between his tentative bites at his Drunken Noodle (she’d warned him he might not like it so spicy), she was pleased, and felt better about her absence. At least he’d kept himself busy all day.

They’d set up their little early-evening meal in the breakroom, sitting next to one another at one of the small tables; Melissa had made sure to get nice and close. Everyone else had gone, the office was empty, and the lights outside in the halls were low. Melissa had set up their spread - his noodles, her curry and soup, spring rolls and some Pad Thai in case one of them was really hungry.

That one would be Melissa.

“If you’re not going to eat that,” she giggled, reaching over to fork up a good-sized scoop of his dinner and plop it onto her paper plate.

He’d been talking about his patients, and how busy he'd been at the office all day. He was so cutely animated that Melissa was really just letting him babble. She’d stopped him at one point when he started describing Mr. Burke’s abscessed foot - “eww gross we’re eating dinner!” - but otherwise it warmed her to see him so positive, so relaxed, so engaged. She knew he’d had a weird morning here without her; the girls had told her how he’d seen the video from this weekend that had gone viral and that he’d had a little bit of a freak-out. But things were better now. His day had been good, it sounded.

Katarina’s breastmilk seemed to help.

“Wow you’re pretty hungry,” Dr. J commented, watching his new girlfriend, his Office Manager, and possibly the most physically attractive woman on the planet scarf down her Tom Yum Goong. She’d already basically finished her chicken, all but one of the appetizers, and now part of his meal. “Where are you putting it all?”

She giggled as she sat up purposefully straight, pushing out her jaw-droppingly huge chest and making him immediately realize ‘where she was putting it all’.. His eyes, of course, goggled - she loved it when they did that - and a piece of noodle fell out of his mouth. I could have burst a button for him, if I wanted, she thought, but I like this blouse and we don’t need him having a stroke..

“I am hungry,” she agreed, once he’d recovered. She’d decided not to tell him about the physical trials the team at Evolution had put her through today. They’d made her hungrier than usual…and these days she was always hungry.

But she, in an uncharacteristic moment, didn’t want to put the focus on herself. Not yet anyway. She liked how confident and relaxed he seemed, here alone with her, this evening. What Katarina had pumped today really seemed to bring out the best in him, a thought which brought back a warm, familiar feeling in her own chest. She casually readjusted a bra-strap through her yellow silk blouse. Maybe breastmilk has to become a regular part of your diet haha.

She felt a little bad that he still thought they’d given him regular old 2%, but that really couldn’t be helped. If he knew he’d been drinking the breastmilk of his pretty, young, Polish Medical Records Clerk, he’d freak.

This cute, extra-helping of aplomb that he seemed to be peacocking gave Melissa the confidence to broach what she knew would have otherwise been a sensitive topic: the video from this weekend. She mentioned it as breezily as she could,.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled, trying to finish chewing the last bite he’d taken of his spring roll. Funny that Melissa thinks these are delicious. To me it tastes like cardboard. “That.”

“I hear you’re internet famous now,” Melissa giggled, putting a bit of sauce onto his plate, thinking a sweet dip might help him stomach some more food. “How many followers do you have now?”

“What? On Instagram? I don’t have a phone, remember?” he answered, watching her big, strong hands squeeze the little honey-chili packet, “So, uh, I dunno? It’s a private account anyway…”

“Well, we should check soon,” Melissa continued, “I bet you might be surprised by how many requests you get.”

“That’d be weird,” he answered, chuckling again. “But, yeah,” he continued, “it was strange how, today at breakfast, and then in seeing that video, I started to remember some of the, uh, things that happened this weekend."

“Oh yeah? What sort of things?” Melissa replied, squeezing the last little bits of sweet chili sauce onto her own plate. Could he see through her act? She knew he wasn’t all that sharp when it came to emotional signs and stuff, but she still felt her heart skip a beat. “

As he went on to describe his memories, the rough images and strange moments he was now able to recall of his Saturday among the women at Melissa’s house, his tone was surprisingly relaxed. The growth of the girls, the wanton intimacy, and maybe even some shrinking on his own part…it didn’t seem to bother him nearly as much as she would have guessed.

He was even laughing a little about it. She was shocked that he seemed to be starting to come to terms with not only what happened this weekend, but what life was changing into in general. He was diminishing, yes, but he was surrounded by increasingly strong, confident, capable women that loved and cared for him, herself most of all. What, exactly, was keeping him placated? Some of it had to be the milk from this morning, and some of it was her omnipresent pheromones. But some of it was…well…despite all the stress he felt these days, he was also having fun. A lot of fun. Things were getting exciting.

Oh god, this is a really good step, honey, you starting to accept this, she mused, and then thought - in a wicked little moment - So what’s our next step gonna be?

She really liked this side of him! “So,” she asked, once more feigning nonchalance as she tried to use her chopsticks again to pick up a piece of green pepper from her curry, “would you be up for - not today! but maybe later - making, like, another video...? Just the two of us..?" The pepper fell from her utensils’ grasp.

“Haha maybe!” he laughed, with a casual confidence that surprised her once again.

She pictured it in her head, she couldn’t help it, and went for the pepper a second time. Oh jesus I want to make you look so small.

“Have you always been this terrible with chopsticks?”

She laughed, and threw one of them at him. “YES!” she exclaimed, snorting and remembering the terrible time she had as a young teen trying to navigate those fancy dinners in Taiwan, “I stink!”

“OW!” he laughed back, as the cheap little piece of aspen wood clattered off him and onto the floor.

“I’m just going to use a fork!” she declared, “But I’m gonna learn…”

She picked up her fork again and, after a pause, he asked about her day.

She hesitated, looking down at her food before she answered. What she’d explained to him before about Evolution, about her history with it, had been - uh - limited, to say the least.

“So, I’ve told you I go to this clinic, at Evolution. I’ve gone there for years,” she began, unsure of where she should tread but feeling the pull to be honest with him, the man she loved, “They sort of study these growth spurts I have...”

“Uh huh,” he nodded, putting down a carrot slice he’d decided was too much.

“And, uh, this is a big one, this past month or two, how much I’ve shot up…” she continued, picking up her fork and stabbing a piece of curried chicken.

“You think?” he interjected, uncharacteristically glib.

She smiled. “Yeah, well, it really isn’t stopping, and they’re concerned that I’m starting to grow faster.” The chicken was gone in one bite.

He felt the warm weight of that truth hit him right in his gut - and then start to settle lower. His cock - goddamn this fucking thing - liked the sound of that, despite its context, and was swelling down his pantleg. He was still in his scrubs. He should be worried, right? Not about getting a boner - that was almost his normal state of being, these days - but about his girlfriend being in the midst of an unexplainable growth spurt? Not to mention that apparently she could bench-press a car. It made no sense, it sounded dangerous, but jesus. It’s so fucking hot.

“D-do they know why you’re growing?” he asked, aware that this conversation had a much different tone than it should. He was a physician, and he was surrounded - apparently - by women who grew bigger by the day. Was this some sort of disease? There should be investigation going on, performed by someone other than a half-shady, impossibly-funded pharmaceutical company with questionable origins and motives. But, though he knew better than to pursue it on his own, he couldn't help but be interested. “Like, is it…something genetic?”

“Yeah sort of…” she replied, hoping she wasn’t sounding as evasive as she felt. Ooooo I just want to tell you! Tell you everything! My mom! My sister!! You!!! Everything that’s happening! She knew, though, she couldn’t! Ahg!!!

He was a bit bewildered that he knew so little about her family; she’d been so good at avoiding the topic. He, though, had to admit that he’d been the same way.

“Do other people in your family have the same, uh, things?” Like, do you come from a family of Amazon thunder goddesses? He was starting to feel like he was living - instead of in the real world - in one of the comic books from his youth.

“My family?” she answered, pulling the tray of Pad Thai towards herself and starting to scoop out a healthy blob of noodles, “Uh, well, my mom…my family…they’re weird…”

He looked at her beside him at the table as she served herself yet another plateful of take-out Thai food. She was in some sort of moment of reflection. He couldn’t help but marvel at how her beauty had risen recently. Again. He watched wordlessly as she pushed the tray aside and composed herself. She straightened in her cheap plastic chair, her posture growing naturally regal as she - apparently not happy with her hair - removed it from its clip, and began shaking it out.

The thickly dark, undulating mass flowed down her back like swirling eddies in a writhing river, hypnotizing him with its lushness. She gathered its incredible volume in her hands, her high brows arched as she tamed it. Her massive and expressive eyes twinkled as she looked at him, watching him watch her. Her full lips formed a warm smile, and she enjoyed his rapt attention; he seemed so fascinated by something as simple as a girl putting up her hair haha. She wrinkled her perfect nose, and he could do nothing but admire how her lofty cheekbones complemented her achingly flawless complexion, giving her face a timeless, imperious elegance.

He shook himself back to reality. “So, uh, nothing they’re doing, though?” he asked, “Trying to stop it?”

She almost giggled. Stop it? Why would I want them to stop it?

“No, no. In the end, still no answers,” she lied, feeling honestly a little bad, “they just want to watch, wait.” She took in a nice, gentle breath, and let it out, seeing his eyes fall again to her chest. Haha, careful Missy. You’re starting to get turned on. “But in the meantime you get to just sit back and enjoy watching me get bigger…” she said, his eyes still on her bosom, “...and bigger.”

gurk. “I just…I hope you’re okay,” he said genuinely, meeting her eyes.

“Ahhh, I’m better than okay,” she purred, letting her voice drop an octave. She paused. “In fact, I feel great.” She took a sip of her water, and thought that this would be a good time to do what they’d asked her to do, to ask him to come into the clinic. I could ask if they could give you a checkup, tell you maybe what’s up with you, maybe they could figure out why you’ve been…nngh. Shrinking.

She took another sip of water, But they all know, already. They know exactly what’s going on. It’s all because of me. They just want to study you like a -

A sudden protective urge made Melissa bristle. She’d had these feelings like she has to protect him from danger before. She’d talked about them to Marcia, to the other lab techs, and to the psych team. Her instincts told her loud and clear: hold it, don’t say anything to him right now. Don’t invite him to Evolution. I always thought it was outside dangers that I had to worry about, she thought, But maybe I actually have to start protecting him from them.

It was time for a change of topic. Putting down her water, and pushing aside the pad thai, she reached for her tablet. ”Let’s talk about the new hires…” she offered…

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#growingintothejob #growing into the job

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jaetyun · 1 month

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infrunami

16. taco tuesday

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synopsis: after a blow-up fight, it was goodbye to your childhood best friends brother. the three of you had always been close, but after heeseung pushed you both out and ran off to college you had to fight your way back into his life.

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boldlyvoid · 1 year

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designated and store with Eddie pls

STORE; Putting belongings in the other’s house when they spend the night, slowly taking over the space.

DESIGNATED; Saving the other’s seat in school/church/a restaurant.

All through high school, they were inseparable, they tried to match classes, sat together at assemblies and at football games and never missed lunch together in the cafeteria. Even after she graduated she would still try and meet him once a week for lunch, and he was still coming over to her house on Tuesdays for taco night.

He started sleeping over sometime in the summer between jr and sr year, her room eventually became the spot he’d crash instead of the living room couch. He moved in some PJs, a swimsuit, towels, a toothbrush, and his preferred shampoo… all so that he didn’t have to go home as often. That was before he had the van, so she suspected it was just him not wanting to walk 5 miles home, but then he got the van and it was like he was with her more.

And with the addition of the van, being his right-hand man was easier again. One thing she missed the most about school was the way he saved her a seat, in the auditorium and in classes without assigned seating. Everyone knew if Eddie was there that the empty seat to his right was for his best friend and not to even try and sit there. Now she has her name stitched into the headrest cover of his passenger seat so absolutely everyone knew it belonged to her.

He belonged to her.

He’s always loved her. ever since he was a little kid and their grade 4 teacher sat him beside her thinking that she could keep him in check… instead, he just made her giggle all the time and it got them both in trouble. She was good at keeping him on track and she taught him how to understand the lessons in his own Eddie way, she was able to talk back to mean kids and stupid teachers for him. She was his person and he loved her for always being there.

It’s her mom that finally asks them what the fuck they’re waiting for.

He’s over for the millionth Tuesday dinner with her family, scarfing down his 5th tortilla filled to the brim with homemade toppings. He sits to her left, she smiles at him, they giggle, they bump shoulders and she wipes sour cream off his cheek only to boop it back onto his nose.

“Can you just get married already?”

They both turn to her with equally shocked expressions and make the same exasperated laugh, “what?” She asks.

“You’re so in love with each other,” she wags her finger between them. “Your father and I were so sure you were sleeping together, years ago! It’s getting ridiculous that you’re not actually together.”

He’s stiff as a board in his seat, terrified that this is on the table now and she could not feel the same way and everything could be ruined right here and right now. He didn’t tell her about his crush specifically because of moments like this.

The not knowing kills him.

She turns to him with a soft expression, “I mean… I’m not opposed to dating you, I just didn’t think you wanted to?”

That snaps him out of his haze and he looks at her like she’s insane, “you know I have a crush on you, everyone in the fucking town knows, I thought you didn’t like me. You’ve never made it clear?”

Her mom laughs, “she doesn’t treat anyone on earth the way she treats you, how’d you not know you’re special to her?”

He shrugs, “she’s just wonderful like that, I thought.”

“Stop,” she gets so bashful from being complimented by him that she could explode. She loves doing things for him, like making lunches for him and buying him random presents and giving him love letters… she would give her life for him if need be.

“Sorry,” he smiles back at her the same way. like she hung the stars in the sky just to see him a bit better in the darkness. “I love you.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this at the dinner table,” she shakes her head as she leans in more and cups his face in her hands, pressing a kiss to his lips quickly.

“Finally,” her mom sighs as she sits back in her chair, content with her job well done.

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years

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Can you please write a little something about Copia’s prime mover being pregnant and just absolutely craving some dick? I think he would be very worried not to hurt her to the point where she just gets fed up and pushes him on the bed and fucks the soul out of him lmao

Thank you for answering me Anon! And thank you for your ask...you are absolutely right. I think Copia would struggle a bit with physical intimacy while his Prime Mover is pregnant. It's not that the desire isn't there--cuz believe me it sure as hell is, but he's definitely anxious enough to be worried he may harm something so without further ado...

On a Pale White Horse

Also available here on AO3!

Also if pregnancy stuff makes you uncomfortable stay away and read tags y'all!

Definitely NSFW below the cut.

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You waited impatiently all day for Copia's meetings to be through. Sighing as you sat on the bench outside Sister Imperator's office. You had been there so long you were sure you'd be covered by cobwebs by the time he emerged. Regardless you waited, after all you really—really needed your Papa.

You passed the time by reading the memos on the bulletin board. Thankfully the board was littered with various things to occupy your mind: the Abbey newsletter; the notice for Taco Tuesday thrown by Cumulus, something of particular interest; and best of all your baby shower invitation.

You continued to sit, the aching between your legs, constant and unyielding. Your blood practically set aflame at the thought of him buried between your thighs. Things between you and your Papa had always been hot and heavy, so much time spent with your legs over your head, there were days you weren't sure you'd be able to walk upright. However since you entered your second trimester you felt positively insatiable, your need exponentially growing–only problem was as you began to show, Copia started to grow more cautious.

He let his nerves get the better of him, worried he'd put too much pressure on your belly or maybe even hurt something inside. The man had come up with every excuse under the sun lately, and now it had come to the point you were starting to lose your mind. Your blood was swirling, your panties wet, and your heart pounding—you'd had enough. You decided this morning when the two of you woke up and he kissed you goodbye on his way out, leaving you a wanton mess with no relief,, that you had to do something about it—so you devised a plan.

You crossed and uncrossed your legs, your sensitive flesh begging for friction, when the door to Imperator's office opened. The members of the Clergy all filed out, looks of boredom and their eyes rolling as they left. It was only a moment before Copia appeared. He looked so handsome today you thought—or maybe the hormones were helping. He had his hands full of books and parchment and as always, an adorably awkward demeanor.

"Cara mia? What are you two doing here?" He asked you, a sweet smile spreading delightfully across his face.

Copia made his way to you, sitting beside you on the bench and placing his hands over your belly. "I have missed you all day. What was taking so long?" You asked him, making small talk–wanted him to think everything was business as usual.

"Well it was mostly some bureaucratic nonsense and budgetary things–nothing too bad…just long and boring." He replied. Copia bent down to plant a kiss on your small bump and then peck in your lips–the tease of it sending your desire into overdrive.

"Listen…um…I wanted to ask you if you could sneak away for a bit. Maybe take me to lunch? You asked him, uncrossing and recrossing your legs once again.

"I am sure I can find the time for you cara, what are you hungry for?"

"I was thinking we could go to that little place, the one that's over by the bookstore I love so much. I can't recall the name—"

"Cunettos? Pasta again cara, aren't you sick of it yet?" Copia laughed, your penchant for pasta, of any kind, on overdrive since becoming pregnant.

"Lol this coming from you?" You laughed back an eyebrow raised high, knowing just how much that man loved rigatoni. Wherever he wanted was fine, you weren't really after the pasta. It was only an excuse to lull him into thinking your intentions were innocent. Copia took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze.

"I see your point. Ok pasta it is…let me just drop these off in my office first." Copia said–it was exactly what you wanted to hear. The two of you walked hand in hand down the stairs and through the main hall. Copia's office was close, as you inched your way there you felt the heat inside you swirling, hoping he hadn't caught on just yet.

When you made it to the office, you let him walk in first. He went over to his desk and set his papers down and went to organize things absent-mindedly when he could hear the click of the lock. Copia stopped dead in his movements, his back still facing you. Copia smiled, still facing the Giacomo Borlone de Burchis painting that hung on the wall behind his desk. Suddenly your random visit to Imperator's office made sense.

"Amore? What are you thinking?" He asked you as he slowly turned around. You made your way over to him, stopping to slip out of your panties, stepping out of them as they hit the floor. Copia gulped, his cock already starting to bulge in his pants.

"What I'm thinking is—I want to ride my Papa, like the pale white horse I know he is." You purred, tracing your fingers along the lapel of his jacket. Copia's breathing, becoming harder as you grazed your thigh against the swell of his cock. He ran his fingers through your hair, taking in the scent of your perfume. You kissed along the side of his neck, dragging your tongue gently across his skin.

"Sí…mmm…amore mia. You know what that does to me." He began, his body beginning to melt from your touch, when he gripped your shoulders and pulled you to face him–his body now backed up firmly against his desk.

"What's wrong?" You asked, already knowing the answer. Copia's eyes left your gaze and fell to the small bump of your belly. He brought his hand there, pressing his lips together into a tight smile. Copia brought his other hand to your jawline, you nestled your face in his palm—it felt so good to be touched by him.

"I–I just don't want to risk anything. You know how much this means to me." He reaffirmed. You couldn't blame him. Of course he was concerned, not only was the child the heir to the Emeritus bloodline, but also his—yours. His anxious nature had gotten the best of him and you'd be damned if you'd let it go on any longer.

"Listen Cope, you haven't touched me in what feels like forever. I know you're trying to be gentle with me, but I promise you I won't break." Copia tried to speak, but you put your finger up, covering over his lips as you finished what you had to say. "Now you are going to drop those pants and fuck me to Hell and back right now!"

"Uh…do I have a choice?" Copia asked, a hint of humor in his tone. You pulled his arms off your shoulders and walked around him to his desk, swiping the surface clear of all the papers he just laid down on it, leaving a bare spot for the two of you. "I'm guessing that's a no."

"Right now Papa, you're mine." You growled, pushing him down onto his desk and unzipping his pants. You freed his cock from the confines of his boxers, the tip already wet with precum. Copia pulled himself up on his elbows as you finished pulling off his bottoms. Slowly you began to stroke his cock, your hand sliding up and down his shaft, the precum aiding you with a smooth glide.

"Oh fuck cara…mmmm…" Copia moaned. You dropped down, kissing and licking along the head and down the shaft of his fully erected cock. Copia moaning and mummering in Italian as you brought your lips over it, stretching your mouth around him and swallowing him back into the hollow of your throat. "Ahhh…oh cara…mmm." He continued, biting down on his lip and wiggling at your touch.

Now that you had him relaxed and ready it was time to strike. In one fell swoop you had his cock out of your mouth and were climbed on top of him. It had been a few months since you had him here, praying now the desk would still hold both of your weight. You hovered above him, the tip of his cock slightly grazing your dripping folds as you shifted into place.

"Are you sure it's safe?" He asked you, his hands on either side of your hips. Fingers kneading your flesh as his mouth hung up waiting for you to ride him. You grabbed on to him, lining him up and sinking down on him slowly.

"Ahhhh…I am very sure." You assured him, as you rose and fell on the length of his cock. Copia's head fell back. You felt even more blissful than he remembered. Your body, hugging him so deliciously tight that he had to concentrate not to cum. You were barely holding yourself together, his girth filling you so well that your sensitive cunt pulsed hard against him.

You gripped into his shoulders, getting your balance while you rocked your hips with his. You could feel every vein, every pulsation, every twitch of his cock. You know at this rate it wouldn't be long before you flooded his lap with the evidence of how good he made you feel. Then he did one of the things he knew sent you over the edge. Copia met every thrust of your hips with his own, slamming hard inside you–fucking up into you like his life depended on it.

"Oh fuck yes Copia! Ah–fuck me harder! I wanna taste it as you cum!" You cried, hanging on to him for dear life. The sounds of the two of you, surely now billowing into the hallway with the most lascivious of symphonies. The desk creaked loudly as the both you, determined to see each other to completion, pounded away on its surface.

"Sweet Lucifer, you are positively insatiable! Ah!" Copia cried out as you shifted him inside you, grinding your cunt down hard on him. Suddenly you felt it–that divine sensation of him beginning to swell. You buckled down, removing your hands from his shoulders and leaning back on his thighs and you both thrusted. "Ah fuck cara, I'm gonna cum for you!" Copia howled, quickening his pace.

Your body started to tremble, your breathing ragged as you felt the warmth of his cum filling you. "Ah!" You cried, the sensation, so good it sent you over. Your body melted into his, as you felt your cunt clamp down, milking his cock for every drop of cum he had in him. With your need finally satisfied, you collapsed on top of him, mindful of your belly.

"Mmmm avevi ragione amore, avremmo dovuto farlo prima." Copia hummed, kissing the top of your head. You lifted yourself up, feeling heavy and exhausted, Copia still seated inside you. "Are you alright?" He asked, still a lingering concern for you and the baby's wellbeing.

"Yes, Cope. We are just fine." You smiled bending down to give him a kiss, his spent cock slipping out from inside you as you did.

"Oh." You laughed, filling the loss of him as you sat back up, your very satisfied Papa smiling back up at you.

"Well if that's the case—give me 20 minutes and we go again, sí?" He growled. You sucked in your lower lip. Your body was so sensitive and hot, but knowing now you would never miss an opportunity again.

"Sí." You you hummed, a coy smile on your face.

Notes: avevi ragione amore, avremmo dovuto farlo prima- you were right honey, we should have done it sooner

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