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bambi eyes (2) r. cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, rafe takes advantage of traumatized reader, DUBCON, dd/lg, sex trafficking, sexual slavery, sugar daddy rafe, stockholm syndrome, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression, little editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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In which you've been a good girl and your Daddy Rafe can't get enough of you.

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When you opened your eyes the following day, you could still feel Rafe all over you. All at the same time, you felt him inside of you, his mouth kissing your lips, and the bed dipping beside you when he pressed his weight into you. When you slowly realized he wasn’t in bed with you anymore, part of you felt you might have imagined last night. You’d never truly enjoyed being with men, and last night, you felt closeness for the first time. Perhaps it was the combination of all the gifts and the attention he had provided you yesterday.

You still couldn’t quite rap the idea around your head that you were the first and maybe only girl he had done this with. How long was he planning on keeping you here?

The digital clock sitting on the nightstand read exactly 8:00, and you took it as a cue to get out of bed. As you made up the bed, your mind again wandered back to last night. You imagined he left as soon as you fell asleep, and you’d let yourself get so comfortable that you hadn’t even noticed.

You stared at the doorknob for a short while. It would be locked, you knew that, but what if it wasn’t — it didn’t matter.

Before he left, you noticed he left you an outfit hanging on the armoire. He’d picked out a matching set of light pink leggings and a matching top. He also picked out a pair of socks that had little, tiny bunnies on them and lacy, white underwear. You brought the clothes with you to the bathroom, your fingers caressing the soft fabric of the clothing. You didn’t recognize brand, sure that it was popular with American girls.

You went through your morning routine, one that Rafe had laid out yesterday, and you found yourself having fun. You brushed your teeth as you ran your bath. There were a million bath products, and you spent a few minutes opening and smelling all of them. You settled on something sweet and flowery, and soon the aroma was spreading throughout the entire bathroom.

You settled in the water with the bubbles enveloping you.

You almost settled into a moment of peacefulness until you heard your bedroom door unlock. Wearing a nice plaid shirt and khaki pants, Rafe entered your small sanctuary. You sat up in the water, worried that you’d been taking too long. His eyes were soft and unthreatening, and you let yourself rest again. He took a seat on the edge of the tub, looking down at you, “Enjoying yourself?”

You nodded, “It’s nice. Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, princess,” He smiled, “You did good. Last night, I mean.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I have some exciting plans for us,” He stated before he reached into his pocket, “Here, I need you to take this.”

He placed a small white pill in your hand. You watched as he made his way over to the sink, filling up a cup of water and bringing it to you.

“What is it for?”

“It’s, uhm, so you don’t get pregnant,” Oh. You placed the pill on your tongue, washing it down with the liquid, “I got a little ahead of myself last night. That’s why I’m going to have a doctor check you out today.”

“I’m going to the hospital?”

“No. Dr. Watts makes house calls. And he’ll be here in thirty minutes. I’ll come back and get ya’, yeah?”

“Okay,” You agreed, slightly worried that Rafe thought you needed to be seen by a doctor.

Rafe moved to leave but stopped in the doorway, “Don’t worry, there will be time for little Rafe’s and Bambi’s. Just not yet.”

You nodded, conveying your understanding, but in reality, you didn’t understand how he could know he wanted that with you, even in the future. After he left the room, you realized your fingers were beginning to wrinkle. You reached down to drain the water from the tub, deciding your next pressing issue was how you’d do your hair.

There was a vanity made into the sink countertop with a place underneath for a chair to fit. You pulled it out and made yourself comfortable, looking closely through all of the drawers. You find lots of hair accessories, makeup, and other beauty products. You picked some things out that wouldn’t require a full tutorial for you to use. You also chose two pink bows to tie to the ends of your braids, taking a guess that Rafe might like that you match your outfit.

According to Rafe, Figure 8 had a lot of these places called country clubs, and you wondered what sort of things people wore to places like that. Surely, Rafe would make sure you wouldn’t feel out of place there. If you fully earned his trust, if you continued to be good, you could probably have a normal life here. People were happy here, especially the ones that called themselves Kooks.

The leggings fit you well, grabbing onto your curves, and the cropped pink top also fit you snuggly.

Outside the window, you could see boats riding by in the distance and large birds that stood by the water, wading and looking for fish. You could already tell his home was large, just from the view from your room, making you curious about the rest of the house. As if he was able to read your mind, Rafe appeared again, holding the door propped open, “Let me show you the rest of Tannyhill, Bambi.”

You straightened, trying not to seem too eager as you approached the door. As you grazed past you, he rested a hand on your hip, rubbing his palm against your bottom. You looked down a long hallway with lots of old paintings and elegant-looking fixtures. He took your hand, leading you down the hallway, “This is my room,” Rafe opened double doors, and you peeked inside to see a large dark wood canopy bed.

He didn’t show you every room; in fact, he seemed to ignore one specifically. Your eyes widened when he brought you out onto a huge patio that overlooked an even more ginormous green lawn.

“All of this is–”

“Yeah,” He finished your sentence for you, “Anyone would be happy here, right?”

“Yes,” You agreed quickly, which seemed to please him. He grabbed your hand in response, holding it and caressing your thumb with his own larger one. Although you could tell the seasons were changing, the weather felt nice, and there was a constant breeze flowing and relieving you from the heat of the sun.

He gave you time to take in the scenery but five minutes later, you both could see a car coming down the horseshoe-shaped driveway, “That’s Dr. Watts. You ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You didn’t have much of experience with doctors but you knew already you must not be a good patient. You struggled with almost every answer that Dr. Watts asked you and, at some point, he started directing all of his questions towards Rafe.

When was your last period? What kinds of birth control have you used? Have you ever had something called a pap smear? Do you have any allergies? What’s your family’s medical history?

“I gave her a Plan B this morning, just to be safe.”

You found yourself just trying to keep up with the conversation they were having. At some points, you found the view outside more interesting, “There are small procedures we can do. An IUD can be placed inside the uterus, an implant can be placed inside the arm, or there is the traditional birth control pill. Right now, I can give her a shot that will prevent pregnancy for the next 3 months.”

You were sat where Rafe had placed you, on a stool in the middle of the massive kitchen.

Dr. Watts didn’t look like what you imagined a doctor would look like. He didn’t wear a white coat; in fact, he was dressed very casually in shorts and a button-up. He also brought all the things he needed in a briefcase.

“That’s fine,” Rafe agreed, his arms crossed.

“Alright, so after that shot, we’ll do a couple of vaccination shots. And then I’ll take some blood for testing.”

Dr. Watts had several syringes laid out on the kitchen island, picking up the first one after washing his hands and putting on some gloves. Rafe grabbed ahold of your hand again, his eyes commanding you to look at him, “This is just to make sure you’re healthy. It won’t feel good, but it’s not a punishment.”

“Okay,” You said, although your heart was pounding, and you already felt tears in your eyes.

“I’m right here; squeeze my hand,” He said, pushing your hair back as he gazed over your face. On your other side, Dr. Watts lifted the sleeve of your shirt. The first shot was to your upper arm, and the pinch made you squeeze your eyes tight, but it was over relatively quickly, “You’re doing so good, sweet girl. What do you think about ice cream for breakfast?”

You opened your eyes, and the calmness in his eyes was a signal to you that everything was okay, “Lana has the day off, but I can make an ice cream sundae. We’ve got everything, whip cream, cherries, chocolate sprinkles. What do you think?”

Rafe made you talk through the next few shots and when the doctor had to draw your blood, and he wiped your tears when you were all done.

“That wasn’t so bad. I’ll walk Dr. Watts out, and we’ll make some ice cream.”

Rafe noticed you seemed almost disappointed when he led you back to your room after your ice cream feast. He liked showing you around your new home and the place he grew up, but he wasn’t quite ready to unhook your leash. You were safest in his home and even safer within these four walls.

Rafe took a seat at the edge of the bed, his hand still intertwined with yours, “How does your arm feel, Bambi?”

“A little sore,” You answered, although Rafe could tell by your eyes that it was worse than what you were portraying. He pulled you gently forward, encouraging you to straddle his lap.

“Poor thing,” Rafe said, his voice becoming even more raspy as he felt your closeness, “But hey, you did so well. You know, I’m really happy with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re a good little girl. I can tell that you appreciate everything that I’ve done.”

“I-I do,” You replied quickly, making Rafe smirk.

“And you understand that I’m in control … I mean, it’s only fair. Who knows what would have happened if I left you with that man, with those people,” You nodded at his words, and negative thoughts of his father, Sarah, and his evil stepmother started to enter his thoughts, “I’m giving you the perfect life, the happy home that I never got. Whatever, I won’t get fucking mopey, but just know after all that I’ve been through, I know how to lead a family properly.”

He stopped his mind from wandering to darker places and grabbed ahold of your hips, “Thank you for … taking me away.”

“I had to,” Rafe leaned in to kiss your neck, “You’re mine now. Only mine.”

He loved that he could smell the perfume he picked out for you and feel you in the clothes he bought for you. He took so much care in creating this paradise for you.

“Daddy’s going to make you feel better,” Rafe said in your ear, “I have to taste you. You want Daddy to taste your pretty pussy?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Tell me,” Rafe commanded, squeezing your ass with his large hands.

“I want you to taste me, Daddy.”

“Good girl, don’t be nervous,” Rafe praised, wrapping an arm around your lower back before he swiftly turned you over, placing you gently against the bed, “I’ll be gentle, just how I was last night. Not going to fill you up, just want to taste you.”

You were quite helpless with your arm being so sore, Rafe could tell you were struggling to move it. He thought of tying you down, of course, when you felt better. He took his time with your leggings, still excited as ever to see more of you. He spread your legs, kissing your center through the fabric of your panties. Wrapping his arms underneath you, he pulled you into him, letting your thighs warm his face. He kissed you like this for a while, teasing you, making you squirm when he kissed your inner thigh. Not able to wait any longer, Rafe pulled your thin panties to the side, “There’s Daddy’s pretty little pussy,” He kissed your clit first, and the next sounds out of his mouth were guttural as he took you into his mouth.

You tasted divine, sweet like he always called you. Rafe became relentless, waiting until you were close to your peak before he pulled away. Heavy breaths fanned over your sensitive area, and you whined because of the lack of friction, “You liked that, didn’t you, Bambi?”

“Yes, i-it feels good, Daddy,” You responded, slightly embarrassed by how quickly you got worked up.

“Should I keep going? Does my little girl want to cum? Go ahead and ask Daddy. Tell me what you want.”

“Can you please make me cum, Daddy?” Rafe could tell in your tone of voice that maybe you weren’t sure what you asking. He hadn’t considered that you might not know what an orgasm felt like.

“Yes, Bambi, of course. Talk through it; tell me what it feels like, sweet girl,” After those words, Rafe held you even tighter and dipped his head down again. He pressed his tongue into you, waiting to find that spot that seemed to make you cry out before he focused all the pressure there.

“It feels …it feels–” You gasped, “It’s too much, it’s too much–” Rafe took your scattered words and cries of pleasure as a good sign to keep adding pressure. When you tried to pull away from him, Rafe knew you were having an orgasm, but he kept you there, “It’s too much, Daddy!”

Rafe pulled away, giving your clit a short break, but soon he was replacing his mouth with his fingers. Rafe shushed you, “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” He pushed two fingers in and out of you, curling them up to find the right spot. For Rafe, the best thing about being with a woman was being able to watch them have multiple orgasms in a row. This time, he’d only make you have two, but he’d soon find out what your limit was, “One more. Just give me one more.”

Rafe started sucking your clit as he moved his fingers, “Please, please,” You wouldn’t beg him to stop; you were too much of a good girl. He knew what you needed and wouldn’t let you run from it.

He slowed his fingers as you rode out your orgasm. Rafe entangled himself from your legs, needing to see your face. You looked so cute trying to catch your breath and with your face scrunched up. Rafe brought his hands over his mouth, wiping away the wetness, “That’s my girl.”

A few days passed in your new room. Sometimes it crossed your mind to ask Rafe when you’d be able to walk around the house or when you’d get to go outside, but you stopped yourself every time. You thought you should be more grateful towards him, he’d provided you with so many things, and he was much kinder than any man you’d ever met. He was handsome, too, with blue eyes that often made it hard for you to think when you looked into them.

Every day was similar; there were no more visitors like Dr. Watts, and you completed your routine exactly like Rafe had instructed. Usually, you’d share all of your meals, and Rafe would leave in between for work. You got more comfortable in your own company. At first, playing with the toys felt silly, like the activities were meant for someone much younger. Slowly, it started to feel like satisfying a part of you that hadn’t existed in a long while.

Today, you had several coloring books laid out on the ground in front of your bed, and you’d spent most of the day coloring. You liked having your dolls set up nearby so, of course, they could see your work, “What do you think, Molly?” You’d spend hours by yourself, and it started feeling natural to talk to them, “Red or blue for the spots … Blue? You’re right; blue would be perfect.”

Rafe returned to you before dinner but you noticed he hadn’t brought a tray of food like he usually did. Instead, he was carrying a large cardboard box, “I’ve got a surprise for you,” He set it down on the carpet nearby you, his face lit up with excitement. You set down your marker, crawling on your knees towards the box. Rafe kneeled down with you, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you into a soft kiss, “You’ve been so damn good your first week; something came for you in the mail.”

You looked at him, baffled, “I don’t know what it could be.”

“Open it,” He winked at you.

Cautiously, you pulled open the flaps of the cardboard and then reached into the mountain of packing peanuts. You pulled out a long box, immediately recognizing a doll's face, but one that looked very similar to you. It was the right skin tone and had the same curls that you did, “Really? For me?” You placed the box on the ground, just admiring her face.

“Yeah, why should you have to play with my sister’s old things?” Rafe opened up the box even further, and you could see she was dressed in a beautiful floral gown. It was a cream color with pretty blue flowers, puffy sleeves, and an even flouncier skirt.

“She’s so pretty … and the dress is…,” You said, unable to take your eyes off of her, “You didn’t have to; I really do like the other dolls–”

“I wanted to,” Rafe insisted, “And that’s not it. There’s something else.”

When you reached back inside the box, you felt the top of a hanger. You pulled out a clear garment bag and inside was the exact replica of the dress your new doll was wearing, and it looked your size, “For you to wear to dinner,” Rafe explained after you stared speechless, “Which, for tonight, will be served in the dining room.”

“We’ll be matching,” You thought out loud, next picking up the doll from the packaging.

“She’s welcome to dinner if you want to bring her. She’s completely yours. You can name her and everything,” Rafe said, gently grabbing ahold of your chin, “I want to see you in your new dress, though.”

“Yes, Daddy,” You agreed, standing with both the doll and dress in hand, “If I’m Bambi, maybe she can be …Bunny?”

“That’s a cute name, sweet girl,” Rafe agreed, clapping his hands together, “Run along, I want to be surprised.”

Excitetely, you padded over to the bathroom. When you put the dress on, you were surprised by how similar they were, down to the placement of the flowers, although yours fit much shorter than your dolls. When you stepped back into the room with Bunny in your hands, you smoothed down the back of your dress so it would fully cover your bottom. Rafe’s eyes seemed to light up at the sight, and you did a small spin for him.

“Wow, don’t you two look precious.”

His eyes looked hungry, although you could tell he wasn’t thinking about tonight’s dinner.

For the first time in several days, you left your room, one hand tucking Bunny close to your body and your other hand intertwined with Rafe’s. The lights around the house were dim and Rafe led you to down a long hallway to a candlelit room. Although the long dining room had twelve chairs, only two places were set. Rafe pulled back the chair right next to the head of the table, and you initially missed his cue for you to sit as your eyes looked all over the room until he tapped your bottom. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, but you still took your seat.

In front of you was a delicious-smelling plate of steak with a red sauce, small potatoes, and carrots. There was also a beautiful flower arrangement on the table, one made of cream and light purple flowers, “You look fucking beautiful, princess,” Rafe whistled, taking his place at the head of the table, “Like a fucking painting or something.”

Rafe’s words made you smile, and his compliments often made you feel overwhelmed. You weren’t used to someone taking notice of your appearance outside of sex, and when he looked at you, he looked at you as a whole, “Thank you, Daddy,” The words were starting to feel natural on your tongue, “It looks very nice in here, and the food looks delicious.”

“You ever been on a date before?” Rafe asked, pouring something fizzy into your wine glass. You shook your head in response, “Usually, you share a meal or do an activity together; meanwhile, you’re getting to know the other person. You’re lucky you don’t have to go on a million bad dates before you’ve found the right person.”

“What makes a date bad?” You asked.

You moved to pick up your knife but paused when Rafe grabbed ahold of it first. He took you for as well and began cutting your steak into smaller pieces, “For me, girls have always wanted … things from me. Superficial things. You think they’re listening to you when you’re pouring your heart out …but really just thinking about how they’re gonna get what they want from you.”

You frowned, squeezing Bunny closer to your stomach, “That sounds horrible.”

When Rafe handed you your fork, you assumed you could begin to eat.

Rafe nodded his head, taking a swig of brown liquor from his glass, “I don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

“Will your sister ever come to visit?” If the purpose of a date was to get to know the other person, you thought you could get some curiosities you had off your mind.

“I have two sisters. Wheezie, she’ll probably come visit at some point, uhm but my other sister probably won’t. She’s not really welcome, anyways,” Rafe answered, poking at food on his plate, “Wheezie, though, I’m sure she’ll like you.”

Your lips pulled into a small smile, “I’ve always wanted siblings. I had some friends in the other girls, but Mas-” You stopped yourself, “We weren’t really supposed to like each other.”

“Blood doesn’t really mean anything. You should be able to choose your family,” Rafe said, “What matters is who’s loyal to you, you know?

You agreed, although you weren’t sure you really knew what loyalty felt like. As you were finishing up dinner, a loud knocking interrupted one of Rafe’s stories. Rafe seemed more caught off guard than even you were, fumbling to pull out his phone and check something, “Shit,” he cursed, “C’mon, Daddy’s got to handle some business.”

Rafe grabbed your arm as he pulled you from the dining room. He brought you to the stairs, “Go upstairs, close your door, and wait for me,” You tried to glance out the window panes by the front door but couldn’t get a glimpse of who was there, “Go.”

The strict tone in his voice made you hurry up the stairs, although once you were at the top, you ducked down and crouched behind the banister. You watched Rafe open the door, and a shorter, dark-haired man pushed his way inside, “What’s so fucking urgent that you’re showing up without calling?” You heard Rafe ask.

“Don’t you look fancy,” The other man commented, “Having a dinner party without me?”

“Dude, what is it?” Rafe sounded impatient.

“It’s Maybank. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have some important shit to tell you.”

“Fine, come to my office.”

Their voices faded away as they moved further into the house. You debated sneaking back down and eavesdropping, but you looked down at Bunny, her face reminding you to be good. You wandered back to your room, and like Rafe told you to, you closed the door behind you.

He was occupied for an hour before he returned to your room. Running a hand through his hair, he breathed out a sigh, “Sorry about that,” Rafe said, taking a spot next to you on the bed.

“Who was it?” You asked quietly.

Rafe hesitated, “... a business associate of mine. I got some bad news. I’ll probably be gone most of the day tomorrow.”

“Can’t I go with you?”

“You still need time to adjust,” He looked down at you, “It isn’t something you’ll want to see anyways. My work is nothing a little girl like you should be involved in. I won’t let you worry your pretty little head.”

“I’m sorry …”

“I’m not mad at you,” Rafe grabbed ahold of your chin, “Before if I had gotten news like that …man, I would’ve lost my shit. But I have you, and just looking at you makes me feel better.”

His hand moved to your throat, squeezing as he kissed your lips, “I want to fuck you so bad in that cute little dress.”

You struggled to get a breath, his tongue exploring your mouth as he tightened his grip around your neck. Instinctively, you grabbed ahold of his wrist, and he pushed you back onto the bed. Just as he released his grip and you were able to take in a full breath, Rafe grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over. His movements didn’t feel like they usually did; he was rough and desperate.

“Up on your knees,” He lifted up your waist and then lifted up the skirt of your dress, your face pressed into the bed, “Good girl, stay like that, spread open for me.”

You heard him spit before you felt him press a wet hand against your clit, rubbing, before coating your entrance. He was already hard, and he wasted no time pressing his length against your entrance. In this position, you felt him even deeper as he pushed inside of you, “Daddy,” You whimpered.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Rafe cooed, “I know you can take more. I know you can handle it.”

You squeezed the bed tightly as he moved faster and went just as deep. Rafe kept you from pulling away, holding your hips so tight you were sure they might bruise. Unmercifully, he rocked into you, only going harder when you felt yourself reaching your peak, “I’m cumming, Daddy,” You told him, your voice muffled by the fabric of the comforter, “I’m cumming.”

Rafe grabbed the back of your throat, pushing into you harder, “Cum baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking good,” Rafe panted, “Oh, Daddy’s gonna fill you up, sweet girl.”

You felt tears begin to fall, a swirl of emotions inside you. It hurt, him stretching you over and over, and yet you felt good at the same time. You were so happy to have a home with a new Master who actually cared for you and wanted to take care of you. You were still scared that you’d wake up tomorrow and you’d be back sleeping on cold, cement floors.

After Rafe finished, the tight grip he had changed to soft caresses. He softly rubbed your bottom before slowly pulling up the skirt of your dress, “Lay down, Bambi,” Although your muscles were sore, you crawled further onto the bed, laying down on your stomach. Rafe fell beside you, caressing your hair and then your tear-stained cheeks, “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

You wrapped your arms around him as he pulled you into a deep hug. Rafe rubbed your back until you thought you might fall asleep until you heard him say, “You won’t like it if you wake up in your dress. Let’s go brush our teeth and change into our jammies. Then Daddy will tuck you in, okay?”

Weakly, you nodded against his hard chest, “Okay, Daddy.”

part 3

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Just say the word (Max Verstappen)

A secret relationship is hard enough to deal with when you don't have people constantly shipping your boyfriend with someone else

Note: english is not my first language. This is the first time I'm writing athlete!reader, so I thought about the sports I know better and swimming seemed fitting for what I wanted!

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"You're alone today, Y/N?", one of the other girls, Ella, asked as you retrieved your waterproof workout plan sheet from the folder.

"I'm going away tomorrow and I won't be back until Monday morning, so I squeezed in my Saturday session now; Carol is coaching with the younger group today later", you explained the fact that you were at the pool without your coach.

At first, swimming was an after school activity since your parents worked long hours and they needed you to be occupied and somewhere with someone looking after you, but as you grew older, your passion for the activity became more serious. Combined with your natural skill and hard work - and, truth be told, a dust of luck from deep pocket sponsors - you were able to become a full time swimmer. Tokyo 2020 Olympics was the proudest moment of your career as you stepped on the podium next to two of the people you looked up to the most, wondering if you were ever going to stand in the top step and hear your national anthem play. Baby steps - Carol told you immediately - this is already a huge achievement, Y/N!

"Do you want to stretch together?", Ella wondered, throwing a foam roller for you to catch once you nodded and getting one for herself.

"Where are you off to this weekend?", she asked curiously. You were playing a risky game, you knew that much, going away only on weekends and travelling to countries where, coincidentally, the Formula One Grand Prix was being held.

Luckily for you, no one seemed to make the connection as the last two years you managed to keep your relationship a secret. You first met Max in a sponsor party at the beggining of your professional career when you needed to up your earnings as the costs of travelling to competitions was getting higher and heavier on your savings. It fell through, but other sponsors came your way and you and Max started hanging out after it. The Dutch driver was funny and charming and after winning your first Olympic medal, you felt unstoppable and confessed your feelings for him. When he admitted he felt the same for you, you went from there on. At first, the decision to keep it secret was both strategic, as Max didn't want you to miss out on any sponsorships or teams backing you because you were in a relationship with him, and personal as he didn't want the world's prying eyes on your relationship.

Two years later, you felt like there had never been a right time to do it so things stayed the way they were, and most of the time, you didn't mind it.

"Austria", you kept the city to yourself as you worked on your hips as they were still tight from yesterday.

"Didn't you go there last year?", she quirked an eyebrow.

"Last year, I had more of a city break weekend, this time around I'm going for a nature approach, you know? No phones, no Internet, digital detox and all of that", you offered, doubling up the excuse so she wouldn't expect to see and Instagram stories or posts from your weekend away.

"Sounds nice! It can really get in your head when you're too long on them - I have a timer on my phone because otherwise I won't even notice the amount of time I spend on social media", she smiled before silently asking if she could take the foam rollers back to their box.

Getting yourself on the water and used to the temperature, you started with your usual warm up routine before following the plan you stuck to the platform.

On some days, the session felt quick, before you knew, the other athletes were already stretching and getting prepped for their own session. Today, it seemed like it would never end, as you looked at the clock and only fifteen minutes had gone by since the last time you checked it. At least your times were improving, you thought, drinking some water before going back to practice your butterfly stroke as dictated by the workout sheet.

It was already evening time when you sat down on your bedroom floor, packing everything you had laid out to take on your trip with you when your phone rang.

"Hey, liefje", Max said as his face showed up on your screen, "how was your day?".

"Good. Had training in the morning, then a physio session because my hips kept hurting, and I found some time to buy a replacement for my moisturiser before I came home to have dinner and pack", you showed him the suitcase, "and you? The car seems good, a nice gap to the others as well", you mused.

"The same old Friday, really. Woke up, came to the track, a little debrief with Alice and then we headed to the track. Only tomorrow will tell, but I'm confident on the pole", he smiled, "can't wait to have you here with me and see your gorgeous face up close".

"You can see it now", you ridiculed as you rested your chin on your phone and looked into the camera so Max could have an interesting angle of your features, "beautiful, am I right?", you joked.

"The most beautiful", he complimented, "are you nearly done packing?", he wondered.

"Yes, just my charger and a few other last minute things left - I'll put them in my backpack tomorrow morning", you reasoned.

"You better get to sleep, your flight is early", your boyfriend encouraged, "I really need it - a proper shower first and then I'll go to bed", you assured, "I love you, Max, see you tomorrow", you blew him a kiss.

"I love you too, gorgeous! Text me updates from your flight, okay?", he smiled, smooching his lips for you to see before you ended the videocall.

The shower helped you unwind for the night, a little list on your kitchen counter to remember you of the last minute things as you turned off the lights and got back to your bedroom, your bed waiting for you so you could sleep a decent amount of hours.

Sitting on the waiting area of the airport, you placed your backpack on your legs and rested your elbows there, grabbing your phone to scroll through social media.

Ella was right, people did spend too much time on these. Everyone around you seemed to be on their phone or tablet devices.

A photo of your boyfriend showed up in your explore page, a fan page showing his walking back to the garage after FP1 and Alice was trailing right beside him.

Scrolling through the carrousel of pictures, you found a small video of them laughing together about something. The comments under it were the same as usual.

No one can convince me they're not together!😌 (to be read as I know I'm delulu)

If they're not, I'll volunteer to show them how good they would be for eachother! 🫣

Such a power couple 😮‍💨🥵

When they finally knock some sense into eachother's head and realise they're meant to be together, I'm claiming them as my parents! 🥹

No matter how many times you saw it, it never got easier. For all everyone knew, Max was single, so they weren't acting as a disregard of you. They didn't knew a regard of you to begin with. So they took interest in his love life and hoped he was in a relationship with some of the women he interacted with. Max usually didn't let many of them start to begin with, but Alice worked for the team, he could only get so far away and be distanced from her.

Max wouldn't cheat on you, you knew that. But the comments made you wonder. Would he be better off with someone else? Someone who could follow him anywhere?

The thoughts often plagued your mind, and they hadn't yet turned to the your other insecurities, so you had to be thankful for that.

Boarding on the plane, you played some music on your earbuds as you fished out your kindle to continue reading the book you started at the beggining of the week.

The buzz was installed on track as you found your spot in the stands just in time to see the marshalls tidying up whatever was left on the concrete so qualifying could start without a hitch.

This was usually how you did it. On Saturday, you would watch qualifying from the stands, waiting a little in the fan zone before Max whisked you into the hospitality with Gianpiero's help. On Sunday, you either stayed on the stands and repeated the same procedure or you arrived early to the track and stayed in his driver's room so to not lift any suspicions. You had been invited to watch a few races with the Paddock Club pass with some of the other Olympic athletes, but it hadn't happened in a while.

To anyone, you were a regular fan. You had your RedBull cap on and sunglasses, and you had never been recognised in one of the races, so you felt calm. The tricky bit of keeping your relationship hidden from the public eye was going to be later, for now, you could just wait and appreciate the fast laps.

"I'm sorry, you're Y/N Y/L/N, right?", a girl in a Ferrari cap called your name. Crap.

"Hi, I am", you smiled, "I'm sorry to ambush you like this - I am a big fan and you're a big inspiration to me. I also swim", she reasoned as she fumbled with her phone, "do you mind if my father takes a picture of us?", she politely asked.

"That's okay, yes", you smiled, taking off your sunglasses briefly as the older man snapped a picture before he shook your hand, "she won't shut up about your achievements! Did you tell Ms. Y/L/N that you're going to be in the qualifiers for Paris?".

"It's Y/N, please", you requested, "That's fantastic, congratulations! I hope it all works out for you and I'll see you around there!", you hugged her quickly before she thanked you and found their seats.

She seemed nice enough and it wasn't like you were a public figure, at least to the general public anyway really, so between all of the people who could've spotted you, she was fine.

"C'mon Max!", you yelled as he and Charles seemed to be separated by a few tenths of a second, cheering loudly when the times were set and your boyfriend got the pole position.

The timing was perfect as Max took a little longer than expected on his interviews, fans scattering to the fanzone and track experiences while you spotted Max's engineer, walking with him when no one seemed to be paying attention to it.

"I'll tell Max you're already here", he smiled before he closed the door of the driver's room.

It always felt a little odd. Like you were doing something forbidden and illegal by being there.

"Yes, we'll meet in a bit", Max told whoever was in the corridor after he opened the door, closing it back when you jumped on him, legs wrapping around his waist, "hey, pole sitter", you smirked, nuzzling your face on his neck and kissing the soft skin.

"Hello, liefje", he mumbled against your skin before you pulled away, "kiss?", you asked for his lips to settle on yours for a bit, filling up on eachother's presence.

"No one saw you come here?", he asked. You shook your head, "everybody was paying attention to other things, the only people I encountered already know so we're safe", you stated.

Max noticed the change of tone, but you wouldn't have time to properly discuss it so he let it slide for now, telling you instead about the session and how the car felt, as well as the dinner plans her had for you since the room service menu was "so varied we could make our own little buffet".

You stayed in the room while he had the debrief, leaving together when you made sure no one would see you two.

"Room service called back, they said they'll bring the food in ten minutes", Max said as you got out of the bathroom, dressed in pyjamas and fresh out of the shower, "That's good, I'm starving", you smiled as you sat down.

Max always received the food at the door to ensure no prying eyes would see something he didn't want, along with other precautions like packing up all your things in case someone from housekeeping enjoyed the gossip and took the rumours somewhere else.

"I know something is bothering you", Max began you had taken a piece of chicken to your much, "I noticed it when we were in my room, and even now there's something", he nudged your arm.

Chewing and swallowing afterwards, you moved the broccoli around your plate, gathering your thoughts before speaking up, "do you know people ship you and Alice?", you spoke up.

"Don't change the subject, darl - is that it?", Max tried to understand.

"People seem to think you'd make a great couple, like, they have your whole relationship panned out. Everyone thinks she's very pretty - and I agree with them -, and that you two have chemistry and that it would be nice for you to be with her - looks exchanged and all sorts of ideas", you mumbled.

"Liefje, I'd never do that to you, I don't interact with her that way", Max replied instantly.

"I know you don't, but it hurts to see", you admitted, "comments people make about my boyfriend and how he really should start dating someone - and they know who that person is, so really it's just a matter of putting two and two together!", you let a tear fall down your cheek.

"Y/N, I didn't know it was bothering you so much and bringing you such sadness", Max cupped your cheek, thumb wiping the tears that followed suit and looking into your eyes.

"I can ask the team to issue or statement - or we can go public. I don't care what we do as long as you feel better about it", he comforted.

"Do you want to go public?", you asked, afraid of the answer.

"Y/N, my love, being secret was just to protect you, for your good. If going public is the solution for this, I'm the first one to walk into the paddock tomorrow with you, holding hands and everything", he moved his hands to cradle your own.

"You mean that? It's just, I don't want people to assume you're single and throw themselves at you - or throw someone at you! I know Alice won't do it, but other people might and I'm tired of having to lie to people about where I'm going and saying no to dates they try to set up and why I gave a RedBull rain jacket on my car", you chuckled at the last one, remembering your coach's reaction when she saw it, "Since when do you follow F1?", Carol questioned.

"We'll do it tomorrow if you want, or whenever you feel ready, Y/N. I'll be by your side, always", he smiled kissing your lips lovingly.

"I don't have any paddock wag outfits with me", you giggled, "have to make a good impression".

"Please, you could go in these pyjamas and you'd still be the prettiest woman there", he pulled you to sit on his lap as you finished your dinner.

The next morning, people couldn't believe their eyes as Max walked hand in hand with a young woman, the pair of them talking about something between them as they giggled.

A few were unsure of it was really you while others asked their colleagues to please repeat your name, googling you quickly and finding out your achievements.

Soon enough, pictures flowed social media with the paddock's new power couple, gossip Instagram pages having a field day and it wasn't even lunch time.

"This is news", Daniel said as he spotted Max. He had been one of the few people outside of the team who knew about you two, you having made him swear that he would never tell anyone, and if by chance he did let something slip, you trusted him to make a joke out of it and for people to assume he was just teasing Max indeed.

"You won't have to keep it to yourself anymore, Danny", you said as you hugged his side quickly.

"That's good, actually, I think that's what has been keeping me from being focused in racing, it's a real relief, Y/N", he stated and for two seconds, you felt bad for putting such pressure on him, "I'm just kidding! C'mon, you know what I'm like", he gave you a big smile, "now, I have to go, will pop by to see you though!", Daniel said as he waved while he carried on to his team's garage.

Your interactions with Daniel and the team spurred curiosity as the media started thinking and hypothesizing that maybe your relationship was as new as they thought it was. As it turns out, once again, Max Verstappen knew how to keep private aspects away from the media.

For now, they would try to dig more and find out how the Olympic medalist swimmer stole the heart of the Formula One driver.

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Genshin guys as dads 🤭

in honour of finally getting off my ass and finishing mondstat, i bring you genshin men as dads <3 i decided to challenge myself and write for characters i haven't written for at all yet

the reader is gender neutral (u can interpret that the kid was adopted or u can interpret that the kid is biologically yours)

Yk the more i read these guys' lines to get a better idea of their characters the more i think they need a therapy session stat

Characters featured: Diluc, Alhaitham, Childe, Ayato

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Diluc Ragnvindr

"Diluc! Diluc, are you in here?" you knocked before opening the door to his office, assuming he's probably there. You were finally returning to the winery late in the evening and wanted to see how your daughter and husband were doing.

Tonight, they should both be at the winery.

But to your surprise, the office was completely empty. You haven't heard a single peep from your daughter yet, either. Usually she'd be running around and yelling, even if she wasn't with Diluc.

You went upstairs to check your bedroom and were met with a most adorable sight when you opened the door. Your daughter was very peacefully asleep, drool and all, on Diluc's chest. Diluc did not seem very pleased with this arrangement, however.

"Welcome home." he sighed upon seeing you walk to the side of the bed.

"Looks like someone's on pillow duty." you teased him, petting your daughter's head.

"Don't make fun of me. She's been running around all day with seemingly no end to it. Sometimes I'm surprised at what her tiny legs are capable of." he leaned his head back, looking up at the ceiling.

"She said she's not tired at all. But she fell asleep almost instantly when she sat on top of me to, umm... bother me." to anyone else, Diluc would seem like he hates this kid with how much he says she bothers or annoys him, but you know that isn't the case.

Whenever she runs up to him to show him something she did, he pats her little head lovingly. He keeps the drawing she made of him in his office, even if he is a bit concerned at how grumpy he looks in her artistic interpretation.

"I wasn't making fun of you... Okay, maybe a little bit." you leaned down, cupping Diluc's face and kissing his cheek. He hummed in dissaproval, but his cheeks turned pink anyways.

"Would you mind joining me? If I can't... I want to know that you're safe, atleast." his eyebrows were creased in worry. You don't know what for, exactly, but you gladly joined him on the bed, hugging him too.

"Is your aim to suffocate me further?" the combined weight of about a quarter of your body and his daughter was not the most freeing in the world.

"No, I just happen to understand the appeal of sleeping on top of you." and you really do. It's always so warm and homey.

"You've worked hard today, dad." you moved some stray hairs out of his face. His tired eyes met yours for a moment before they slipped shut. Hehehe, you need to take a photo of this.

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Alhaitham

(let's pretend you live together with him now instead of kaveh haha)

"Dad doesn't love me!" the sudden accusation had you turning your head fast, wanting to know what was going on. "What did he do, sweetie?" the little pout on her pudgy face was adorable.

She ran up to you and hugged your leg. "You still love me, right?" she seemed very worried about your reply. It seems like she isn't in the mood to give a proper answer to your question, though.

"Of course I do. You're very very very special to me." You pat her head gently. She seemed satisfied with your reply, giggling happily at you before running off to play.

When Alhaitham returned home that day, he attempted to interact with his daughter, as he tries to every day, but he was utterly ignored.

He looked to you, hoping you'd know the reason, but you just shrugged. "She says you don't love her anymore."

"Hm..." was his only reply.

"That's because he doesn't! I told him 'I love you' yesterday but he didn't say it back!" Your daughter crossed her little arms, scowling at her dad before turning around so she didn't have to look at him.

"So it was that." Alhaitham seemed like he understood the situation properly now. And you realised what happened too, because it happens to you occasionally.

"Sweetie, listen. Your dad likes to wear these thingies in his ears. And when he wears them, he can't hear a thing." You explained in the most child friendly way you could.

"Not even an explosion?" Your daughter finally turned back to look at you and Alhaitham, though her eyes were fixated firmly on you.

"Nope. Nothing at all. When he didn't say 'I love you too' yesterday, it was because he was wearing them and couldn't hear." Your daughter turned her head back with an annoyed 'hmph', but you knew she was listening to you.

"So I propose a hug attack. Whenever you see him wearing them." You smiled evilly, glancing at Alhaitham who shot you a dissaproving glare in return.

"Leave me alone." Your daughter huffed, stomping off down the hallway. Oh well, kids don't always think critically, do they? You have a feeling she's already forgiven him a little, though.

"Children make no sense to me." He admits, and you finally greet him properly with a little welcome home peck.

"That's the fun in it, though." You smiled at him and to your surprise, he smiled right back. As awkward as he can get with the kid, he loves her a whole lot.

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Childe

"Mhhhh... what is it?" he mumbled in annoyance when he felt his hand getting shook. His voice sounded quite raspy now.

"Dad... Dad..." turns out it was your son who was pulling on Childe's arm. He looked like he was about to burst into tears any second, now.

As soon as he saw the distress on his son's dimly lit face, his attitude changed and he was overcome with the sudden urge to take revenge on something or someone. Maybe it's the dad instinct.

"I had a nightmare.... I'm scared..." your son sobbed.

By this point, even you woke up, but your body was still mostly asleep, so you were just listening in.

"Come up here." Childe tapped the bed and your son awkwardly climbed up into his arms.

"Was it a scary monster?" Childe asked in an exaggerated scary voice. Your son nodded, gripping onto the front of Childe's shirt.

"In that case... you don't have to worry at all. I always love a challenge." you could practically see the smile on Childe's face. You turn over, opening your eyes slightly. You have to admit, the sight in front of you is adorable.

"What do you mean, dad?" your son sniffled, rubbing the snot away with his tiny hand.

"I'll fight the monster, of course. Oh, how wonderful it would be to see the b-" he winced a little bit when he felt the light slap on his face.

"Ajax, you'll scare him even more." you warned, your own voice raspy. You moved your other hand to ruffle your son's hair to comfort him.

"Ow, clearly, someone doesn't appreciate me enough." Childe rolled his eyes playfully.

Without warning, you lean forward and peck him on the lips. "There. Now I've evened out the slap."

"Just one peck? Well, I suppose we can't do much more right now... Hehe." Childe turned his attention back on your son, stroking his back gently to calm him down.

"Why do you have that look on your face?" you noticed he was smiling strangely.

"What look?" your accusations have been denied. But he sure does have a plan for you later.

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Kamisato Ayato

"DAD! Look at where I am!" Your son shouted from somewhere in the tree that was stood in the beautifully maintained garden.

Being the little rebel he is, he climbed the tree despite you telling him multiple times not to.

"Please get down from there. It's unsafe." Ayato tried to reason with him calmly upon noticing him in the treetops.

"Nah, it's so cool up here! I can see the whole estate!" Sometimes, your son's stubborn nature made it hard for him to get along with Ayato. This is one of those cases.

"This is not a joking matter. You could get seriously hurt." Ayato doesn't think he could properly live with himself for a bit if his kid got hurt when he could have prevented it.

"What's going on here?" You joined in, happening to pass by the garden.

"He won't come down. I'm... worried about him." He admits, crossing his arms. Though you do sense a bit of annoyance behind his voice, too.

"Come down. I told you not to climb that tree so many times." You crossed your arms firmly. Your son looked at Ayato's face, then yours and sighed, beginning to descend from the tree. He'd rather avoid a scolding. But his little foot slipped and he suddenly tumbled to the ground.

"Son!" Both of you immediately ran to his side as he started wailing. "Call for healers. Immediately." He seemed fine, looking at him initially, but he might have a broken leg or something.

Both of you stayed by his side the whole time, offering him words of comfort (and a bit of a scolding). It seems like something like this happens almost every week, now. The Kamisato household has certainly gotten livelier ever since getting blessed with your son.

"Well, that was certainly an afternoon." You huffed, sitting down behind the table across Ayato.

"I wish he wasn't so reckless and disobedient, sometimes." Ayato held his cheek in worry. He let his son get hurt, again.

"He got that mischief from you." You smiled innocently, sipping your tea.

"Whatever do you mean, dear?" He smiled innocently back.

"I miss days of solitude. We only have moments now. I suppose my life hasn't been a calm one for a long while now, though." He sips his own tea, looking outside at the sunset. Working as hard as he does every day is taxing on the soul.

"Guess we gotta make the most of it." You stood up, sitting back down next to him and playfully pecking his cheek.

"Oh, I see what you mean." He returned the mischevious smile you know and love. Just as he grabbed your waist, though...

"LOOK WHAT I HAVE!" Your son burst into the room, holding a sword. His sword.

"Aren't you supposed to be resting?!"

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lana-llama-in-pajamas · 1 month

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Francis mosses x fem! reader

thick as blood

sweet as milk

"god i am down bad" you groaned getting up getting into the shower, it was.....nasty, the grout and limescale made a public bathroom seem more hygienic

but you didn't have time to think about it so you cleaned up and got out trying your best to not touch a thing, you looked over the makeup guidelines for your uniform, it had to be exact in order for the agents that came in to not suspect you. matching foundation no eyeshadow, black mascara and complimentary blush with matching lip stick

you looked in the mirror one last time before rushing out.

7 am sharp you sat at your desk watching Francis be the first heading out the door giving a small wave to you, your heart fluttered waving back. a few more residents left leaving you with a bit too much free time. most of them wouldn't come back till lunch and as stupid as dopples are for them to appear now is suicide, you look around and see a letter at your desk so you open it

dear agent 591138 it has come to my attention that no one has filled you in on your working conditions fully so I am here to do it for you. your working hours are 7am to 10 pm every full week then you will get the following work week off, we understand this is rather confusing but just know your best interest is our priority (among other things) this gives you time for recreational activities and self mental care. you do know how everything in the office works but we did just throw a gun to you like a baby. your DDD issued pistol has DDD issued bullets so we can verify the killing of the dopples or in serious cases murder of innocent civilians. an agent will contact you intermittently to check your mental health. best regards , agent 907811

what a letter. did they call you a baby with a gun? your 25.

you decided to open the filing cabinet under your desk to place the letter just to find it riddled with boxes of said bullets. you place it over them and close it staring straight into your reflection of the glass "ok lets just breath and get through it" you assured yourself before reaching into your bag for a bagel and milk, odd combination yes but its what you had in your icebox. you started to worry about your food supplies through the week from what you remember you had bread some fruit jam and POSSIBLY not rotten eggs to hold you over but you knew for a fact a grown person was not going to survive on jelly sandwiches. you looked to the phone wanting to call a cousin that lived nearby to get you some things but you decided against it for now, maybe at the end of your shift you could leave them a message with the operator. soon the middle of the day came and Nacha came in with her daughter looking rather feverish "hi so sorry we had to come back in early she's coming down with something" Nacha slid both their papers and ids through the slot holding her baby close, you looked over the info and all was in order. you even studied them and before opening the door "maybe a doctor would help more?" you asked not wanting to sound mean " oh we went to the pharmacy right before coming here, they said its probably something the kids are passing around" nacha responded happily, this woman was really upbeat it almost scares you " oh good, get better kiddo" her daughter coughed a quiet "whatever" before her mom chastised her passing the now opened door.

you looked to their papers, specifically Anastacha's.... then your stomach dropped. her eyes. her stand offish demeanor yesterday and today, you had a sinking feeling about her relationship to Francis but you weren't sure so you decided to drop the idea for now...

2 dopples came in, horrible replication so you just dropped the shutter and called the moment they spoke.

the phone rang and you picked up "hello, this is agent 907811 the one that sent the letter" the voice was manly but upbeat (imagine Gladiolus from final fantasy 15) you nodded to no one "oh hello, a little unprofessional to make wellness calls in the middle of my shift no?" you asked playfully to test the waters on the guy " intermittently, remember?" he said matching energy "noticed you got 2 already, might get more not to jinx ya" you hummed in agreement as he continued "anyway to make it easier for you instead of calling us and explaining the situation I want you to just say my name and ill know to send our boys in yellow, to save time and lives right?" he kind of lingered on the right so on que you answered "right." "great! ok the names rex." he spoke quick "wait really?" you asked absent for a minute "well no my real name is classified but everyone calls me rex, and whenever you dial 3312 it puts you straight to me~" he made you smile hearing his happiness so you giggled "well ok will do rex, time to get back to work" "yes ma'am" you heard hanging up. dreamboat was infront of you already sliding his papers to you "sorry about that Mr. Mosses" you read over the file, a blush overcoming you "boyfriend?" he asked catching you off guard "n-no, the DDD" you almost got up to let him know you were serious but fixed your seating position instead "mmm...ok" you thanked your god he had very prevalent verbal ques, made your job easy "were do you get your milk from?" he asked taking back his papers "my old apartment, believe it or not the DDD moved me in yesterday with everything I had" you chuckled thinking he took his job a little too serious and didn't want enemy milk on his turf "i give you milk now." he almost declared in an odd way. you turned red imagining unholy thoughts "the farm i deliver for also delivers here. the buildings day is Monday but ill grab a case for you tomorrow" he walked in before you could even form the words thank you but on instinct you shut the door behind him.

you tried to calm your blush to no avail, the way he just announced his caring for you! the way he said it made you swoon "i give you milk now" god it was weirdly hot!! you almost swore you heard a bit of a Russian accent when he said it. you kept holding your face praying to go back to your natural color "doll you look like a tomato" another male voice said "oh Mr. Gauss, I apologize its just allergies" you looked away for a minute before doing the usual "its winter. your a horrible liar" he tapped the glass teasingly "all is well, good day Mr. Gauss" you spoke restrained trying not to be angry with the fact he had no issue calling you a liar opening the door for him "see you later doll". you sat there a little peeved to say the least, munching on your slightly stale bagel you continue your shift.

the next morning you woke up to knocking, your heart raced putting on your robe and ran to the door opening it "its 7:30" francis looked down at you looking almost disappointed "oh my god really?? shit thank you for waking me up" you left the door wide open as you rushed to put on a fresh uniform and stuffing your makeup bag in your purse. francis watched you rush from bed to bath sighing and looking around, he placed down five bottles of milk on your counter and opened your ice box "how pitiful" he spoke looking at the carton of barely any eggs and a few rotting veggies. he took it upon himself to leave a milk out and put the rest in making you a single piece of toast. you looked actually quite presentable considering your rushing you walked towards the door hitting something hard "ow" at first you were going to cry because Francis just watched you almost break your nose but you looked up to see him looking down. god did he smell good. like bourbon and vanilla, thank god axe body spray wasn't invented yet. "I made you toast. I have to get to work." he furrowed his brows at the last bit and left you, you look to the counter to see well enough he set the toast with jam on a small plate and a glass of milk at your table.

days had passed and soon it was your friday

it was almost 10 pm but you had to stay an extra hour because the twin models were at a party. you've never really had a full conversation with them but they were nice to you even complimented you on your hair once, finally they came in beautiful gowns that made you get up to see them fully "y/n! so sorry it took so long!" Selenne said raising her hands up air hugging you from the glass which made you chuckle "its my job to see your safe return, beautiful dresses by the way" you placed your hand on the glass to match hers "why thank you, we'll show you the details in a bit" Elenois smiled passing their papers to you, you matched them up everything being in order "you should come to a party with us" selenne jumped a little visibly annoying her twin "sel she has a job to do. a stressful one at that she doesn't need more comingling with the upper-class that watches your every move" elenois huffed taking the ids back "oh actually my days off start tomorrow" you smiled "oh. nevermind, wanna wear airtight dresses and flirt with politics?" elenois laughed making you raise an eyebrow smiling, selenne slapped her sisters shoulder giggling "shes a little tipsy, yakn-" the girls went silent. all of you looking to your left to see it.

a dopple.

a twin dopple.

it was horrifying. a giant sharp mouth filled its face, no eyes no nose it snarled stretching its arm out to the girls as they screamed. you quickly opened the door hearing your own heart beat quicken with every thought, "get in the office NOW" you yelled banging on the glass to get thier attention, they did as told rushing passed El pushing her sister in forcing Sel onto the office floor next to you. the dopple sprung passed the door before you could shut it, it tripping and grabbing onto elenois' leg with its yellow claws you ran up your mind swimming from thier screams, you punched the side of its head forcing it to go down before turning its attention to you. you grappled with it on the floor yelling at the girls to get a grip and lock the main and office door, they were trembling...blood from Els leg soaking her dress as she held selenne nodding to you closing the door and locking the main one from the office. you were bloody , your fist scrapped its teeth cracking the bone a bit as you threw it againt the door earning another scream from the twins it snarled and screeched as you ran towards the stairs unclipping your gun from its holster going up a floor "all residence stay in your homes a dopple is in the building" you yelled repeating the phrase as you heard them all scamble yelling and some of the men even starting to descend the staircase before you hit the first step. the monster stood before you on the bottom step bleeding from its maw "YoU pICk uP A GOosd fiIIgHT MakeSS yoU moRe DeLishessssss" you trembled aiming "Fuck You" POW POW the pistol shot hitting its stomach, its screeches hurt your ears but you slowly backed away as it crawled to reach you it was fast ripping off quite a bit of your skirt as you kept pilling the trigger knowing it had no more than 8 rounds finally it hit its chest making the thing go down by the second floor.

you laid there on the steps breathing heavy hearing almost nothing as everyone crowded around you asking questions and tending to your leg, but you heard nothing.

you got up pushing poor mia to the side backing down stairs passed the body pulling it by the leg to the main floor and leaving it at the end of the steps, everyone but Nacha and nat following for obvious reasons. you walked to the office opening it with your key seeing the twins holding one another sobbing looking up at you, they smilied running up and hugging you close you could start to hear their voices thanking god and thanking you...the gun was still in your hand so you walked passed them slowly sitting in your chair and placing the gun on the desk everyone ran to the girls to inspect them as you dailed the number "....rex....i had to kill it in front of all of them.." you croaked "coming now kid hold on" his voice sounded shaky but you were still processing everything the smell of blood and what seemed like rot, the stinging sensation of your cuts and bruises...the sounds of your residence begging you to answer them. oh.

you breathed in a sharp breath finally being able to sense everything "please step away from the body" you stated to the mcoolys looking over at it "you really killed it" the older one spoke in shock "oh dear your skirt " gloria took off her head scarf to cover you but francis stopped her taking off his wrobe and placing it over you "the ...blood" you managed to get out "fuck the blood right now" he stated mia dressed you in it as the twins blocked you making sure your panty hose were no longer exposed, all of the men looking away either in respect or fear of thier wives.

DDD came escorting everyone upstairs as the other half stayed downstairs to clean up "didnt think we'd meet this way" you looked up from the chair the shmidts brought out for you to sit as DDD officers looked over your wounds. it was rex. a taller man in casual business attire with salt n pepper hair "you did good kid, you saved those girls and the rest of them" he held out his hand to you , you shook it nodding "thank you" he nodded back letting go to speak with a yellow suit qietly "well it seems theres no fatal injuries on any of you , they dressed your wounds so now you rest" rex looked down at you . some would say you looked like a beaten dog but maybe that was just rex "your one tough bitch y/n." he walked off with the hazmats in tow, "i think its time for you to rest baby...you look close to passing out" gloria squeezed your arm as your eyes fluttered, you were passing out and fast "ill take her home" francis spoke up "and we'll stay with her" El and Sel spoke together "she cant sleep in those clothes" el added , everyone agreed as francis picked you up slowly treating you like glass to your apartment the scent of his shampoo and his warmth made you pass out holding him tighter

you could almost hear him stiffle a tear as he held you closer.

end part 2

#thats not my neighbor #francis mosses #tnmn #milkman x reader #milkman #tnmn fanart

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emilybeemartin · 7 months

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Hey! Hey, would you like to be a park ranger?

USA Jobs just posted a bunch of national park ranger positions for summer 2024--everything from small historic sites to the big flagship parks like Yellowstone and Yosemite. These are seasonal positions specifically for interpretive rangers, which means you begin around May-ish and end around September-October-ish. Interpretation is the branch of the NPS that does educational programming and frontline visitor services, like working in the visitor centers, leading guided walks and talks, and just generally interacting with the public in a friendly, helpful way.

If you have a four-year college degree in just about any subject (honestly, I've worked with people with degrees ranging from theater to business to geoscience), or 12 months' relevant work experience (customer service, retail, education, camp counseling, etc), or a combination of the two, you're eligible to apply. All you need is a resume and transcripts if you're using education to qualify.

Just go to USAJobs.gov and search for "park ranger interpretation" in the search bar. The key things you're looking for in the results are listings from the National Park Service, the code GS 5 (which is the entry level for this position), and the phrase Not to Exceed 1039 hours (which indicates it's a seasonal position).

Some tips!

>Each application requires you to answer a questionnaire about your experience with things like customer service, preparing educational programs, researching scientific topics, etc. Be generous with yourself on these, because other folks will be. Even if you don't think you're an "expert" in something, consider your past work creatively. Have you presented research projects in class? Have you worked retail? Can you keep up a professional demeanor when somebody's upset? You have the qualifications. Rate yourself as such.

>Be thorough and specific in your resume. The NPS isn't a one-pager resume organization. They need to see evidence that you have the qualifications you say you do. The best way to ensure this is to copy, word for word, the phrases in the above questionnaire and insert them in the relevant places in your resume. So if the questionnaire says "Can you research, prepare, and present scientific information to a lay public," go to the appropriate place in your resume and write "I researched, prepared, and presented scientific information to my peers" or something similar. I kid you not, my current resume is ten pages long.

>Cover letters are optional but helpful! There are lots of templates online to help you write one; be sure to be professional. Mine is around 250 words and has three short paragraphs:

1- Position I'm applying for

2- Quick summary of most relevant work/education experience

3- Additional skills/rizz that makes me stand out (for me it's writing/illustrating, which helps me create visitor programs)

>Two things the NPS loves that will boost you are foreign language skills and being a US military veteran. Highlight these elements if you have them.

>Are you a schoolteacher? Check out the Teacher-Ranger-Teacher program.

>The big flashy parks are posted as standalone listings, but most of the others are bundled into "Multiple Locations" that are based on region. Consider applying for many of these smaller monuments and historic sites---they get far fewer applicants and are easier to secure. And many are absolutely beautiful. Want to work at Arches? Also apply to Natural Bridges. Want to work in Yellowstone? Also try Lassen Volcanic. Prefer history over science? You have dozens of amazing options from every facet of American history.

>Apply today! Apply now! Many of these parks cap their applicants because they get so many, and the rest will close after a week or so. A glance at the ones that were posted today and yesterday show them either closing on October 15 or 22. Some regions haven't posted yet, so keep checking the website in the next few weeks.

I love my work as a park ranger---it's such a rewarding way to spend a summer (or two, or ten), and it can open doors to other things. You won't get rich, but you will make great friends and great memories, add a killer section to your resume, and spend four months immersed with smart, passionate people in some of the coolest places in the US.

Plus you get a SICK HAT

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futureman · 13 days

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his favorite girl, part iii

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: tensions rise as your second lesson continues, but joel still refuses to admit his feelings to you—or himself. you'd concede defeat if you really believed he didn't want you. or if his actions weren't constantly contradicting his words.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, no outbreak, guitar teacher au, age gap (30 years), slow-burn, sexual tension, finger kink, smut, angst, f!masturbation, mild exhibitionism, mentions of guilt & shame

word count: 3.4k

series masterlist | part i | part ii

You have no idea how you're supposed to survive another afternoon with Joel, let alone an entire semester. He's basically Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, hiding under the visage of an unfairly sexy, middle-aged musician, but you never know which one you’re dealing with until he pushes you away or calls you his girl.

Today, he feels like a dangerous combination of both.

After your verbal agreement to keep things professional, yet again, he concedes and finally sits next to you on the couch. Guess that safe distance he was so desperate to maintain is null and void now that he’s made his feelings clear—sort of.

You assume his proximity is an olive branch, but it sure doesn't feel like one. Now, he's close enough to smell his cologne, an earthy, woodsy scent that's so Joel, it makes your head spin. It's also making this lesson infinitely harder to focus on.

You’d never even considered the possibility of him shutting you down this hard, but then again, a hot fling with an older guy wasn’t why you showed up on his doorstep in the first place. If he'd just admit he's interested, maybe things could be different, but he won’t, will he? So, what other option do you have?

You’re not going to throw yourself at him like some pathetic schoolgirl with a crush, even if that’s exactly what you are. You want him to want to touch you, to crave you the way you're sure he does, but right now he wants to teach you chords. Starting with C, apparently.

“We’re gonna try this chord again, alright? Same as last time, nice and slow,” he starts, reaching back to pull something out of his pocket. He presents you with a small, black piece of plastic that looks like a clamp, identical to the one on his guitar. "This here's called a capo. Go ahead and fit it right over the third fret—it’ll raise the key of the guitar. M’thinkin' that'll make things a little easier for ya."

You push your feelings to the side and accept it, following his lead and squeezing it into place before glancing up for his approval. He gives you an encouraging smile and nods, and your heart rate kicks up wildly in your chest.

God, why does his praise feel so good? And why does it feel like it’s been so long since anyone was this patient with you, or genuinely wanted to see you succeed? You realize you want him to keep looking at you like that, regardless of the nature of your relationship.

"S'perfect. Now, your fingers'll go here, here, and here," he arranges his fingers one by one on the three strings that make up the chord and strums. He lets it ring out for a moment, then looks up at you expectantly. "Any of this ringin' a bell from yesterday?"

Vaguely. Mainly, you're remembering how tempting his fingers looked while he was playing, but you'll have to do better than that today. Instead, you focus on mirroring what he showed you.

"Like this?" you ask hesitantly, pressing down on the strings and mimicking his motions. Tough nylon bites into your skin just as painfully as last time, but the sound you produce is pretty. Nothing like the muted, garbled mess from your previous attempt.

You meet his eyes, and they're filled with none of the surprise yours contain. He just looks pleased, like he had total confidence in you even if you didn't.

"Exactly like that. See? You're doin' better already. Must'a done your finger exercises last night like I told ya,” he says proudly, none the wiser.

If only he knew that’s exactly what you spent your night doing. Practically the entire night, if you’re being honest, and to no avail. It might’ve unintentionally improved your dexterity, but you're still stuck on everything that did or didn't happen yesterday. The only lasting result is how unexpectedly conflicted it made you feel. You nod, biting your lip to keep from grimacing.

“Sure did,” you play it off with a laugh. "I wanted to be as prepared as possible."

Prepared for something a little more physical than playing guitar, but that's a moot point now, isn't it?

You sound as fake as you feel, but luckily he’s so eager to continue the lesson, he doesn’t notice. Again, you follow his lead and try your best to ignore your disappointment and bury the residual hurt. You have a sneaking suspicion you're going to be doing a lot of that, but inexplicably, it's getting easier.

You're starting to realize it's not in spite of Joel. It's because of him. In a brief moment of self-indulgence, you let your gaze linger on his rosy cheeks and the newfound serenity in his eyes.

His enthusiasm is infectious, and his love for music radiates like a Texas heatwave, burning hotter with every chord he strums and string he picks. Even his posture is loosening, and the soft smile on his face seems like a permanent fixture.

It's that same warmth from earlier. That intimate connection you felt blooming in your chest from sharing in his joy. Cautiously, you allow yourself to hope, if not for you and Joel, then for your degree. For the goals you have yet to achieve that, regardless of the past 24 hours, still mean everything to you.

"So, what's next?" you ask eagerly.

His eyes light up, and you know you've asked the right question. He shifts across the strings to a new chord, his smile widening as you quickly move to match him.

"Next, we're learnin' F," he grins, nodding toward your finger placement. "Then, I figure we can run through some pickin' patterns if you're up for it.”

"I'm up for anything you are, teach," you reply earnestly, and the smile you give him feels genuine this time. You really do mean it in every sense. "But be gentle with me. It's been a while, if that wasn't obvious."

His smile falters, and something unreadable flashes in his eyes. After a moment, you realize what you said and how it must’ve sounded. You open your mouth to clarify, but before you get the chance, his expression clears. He chuckles, and it's a light, tinkling thing that fills your chest with a heady combination of relief and longing.

Of course, he’d take it in stride. You’re struck again by the resemblance to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, left wondering if you're still imagining things. The subtle twitch of his fingers must be a figment of your imagination, too, or at least that's what you tell yourself. It doesn't matter now, anyway.

"'Course, I will,” he drawls companionably, his words commanding your attention, compelling you to hang on to each one like a lifeline. “Like I said, we'll take it nice and slow. Ease you back into things until you're ready for somethin' harder.”

It takes everything you have not to choke on your spit. Ignore it. Ignore it. Focus on the lesson and how incredible it’s going to feel when you finally finish the song and pass your damn class.

But you can’t. He’s too close, and he smells so good. You’re only human.

"I think I'll surprise you," you retort cheekily. You’re so fucked. "Plus, I like it hard. Just need a little build-up to get me there."

His hand tenses in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it movement, and you can't help the overwhelming feeling of pride pooling in your belly. You've never backed down from a challenge and you're not about to start now. This one is apparently still ongoing.

"Well, all right, then," he says smoothly, and this time when you shiver, he looks pleased. "Let's hear ya strum it, and then we'll work through the rest. Think you can handle that?"

You straighten up, sitting confidently with your fingers poised over the frets, ready to play. As you shift in your seat, your thigh presses firmly into his and sends a rush of heat straight to the pit of your stomach. "Yeah, I can take it.”

He shakes his head with an amused, yet undoubtedly shy smile. You bite your lip coyly, nodding at the sheet music you've just noticed on the rug at his feet.

"Are there more chords in this bar or is it just picking until the next line?"

It's a toss-up whether or not he heard any of what you just asked if his rapt attention on your lips is any indication. You're still teasing your bottom lip with your teeth, and it's not until you laugh that he finally snaps out of it. He shakes his head a little harder as if to shoo away the distraction, before reaching down to inspect the piece of paper.

He concentrates a little too hard on the page, looking but not seeing, so you reach over and point at a confusing string of notes that connect and repeat with seemingly no rhyme or reason. His gaze shifts to your daintily extended index finger, and you're hit with an intense feeling of deja vu, except this time, your roles are reversed.

“Can you show me how that part goes? It looks like gibberish to me, to be totally honest,” you prod him, trying to reel him back in.

As if on autopilot, he quickly discards the sheet and shifts his hands into place, ready to teach like he wasn't just daydreaming about your fingers wrapped around his cock, covered in his release. And if he wasn't, then you sure were.

“Y-yeah, sure thing. That line's just the intro, but the flow is somethin' else. Probably one of my all-time favorites," he says, his endearing mask carefully slotted back into place.

But you're onto him now. Begrudgingly, he tears his eyes away from where you're matching him on your guitar, waiting patiently for his next instructions.

"It really ain't as bad as it looks," he continues. "The timing's purposely a little off, but it's adaptable. This one's real easy to add your own spin to if that's somethin' ya wanna try."

With all of the skill and grace of a practiced musician, he plucks through the line to give you a preview of what was previously only lines and circles on a page. The notes blend seamlessly, a mixture of picking and what you vaguely remember to be hammering, and it evokes something you never expected.

An unidentified emotion takes root and feels startlingly like yearning and hope, carried by the short melody. It's beautiful. He circles back to the beginning, hopping along the frets slowly just for you, and he's beautiful. You watch him, enamored by his fluidity and ease of motion.

For him, all of this is innate. His guitar is a natural extension of himself, something he was born to hold. You used to think you were born for it, too. The reminder is a painful one, but thankfully you're not left to dwell on it for long.

"So, how 'bout it? Ready to give it a try?" Joel's voice cuts through the fog, as honeyed and mellow as the music at his fingertips. You want to hear that voice call you beautiful again and feel him panting against the shell of your ear while he stretches you out around his thick fingers. God, you want.

Yet, your hands move of their own accord and fall into place—it's the C chord. Apparently, you really want that, too.

"Ready, teach," you nod, and you know you must look like a lovesick fool.

Right now, you really don't care because your gorgeous guitar teacher is beaming and excited, and beneath it all, there's still a tinge of something that makes you believe all of this is real. A lust for more simmering just below the surface.

"You have my full attention, promise."

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The next hour is spent walking through various strumming and picking patterns, and acquainting yourself with the fluctuating tempo. It's tricky, but you're committed. Again and again, you repeat the same bars, following Joel's interjected advice and corrections, and your mistakes become less obvious until they're all but gone completely.

Rewarding doesn't even begin to cover how a successful run feels. Even the pain blooming beneath the reddening indents on your fingertips feels good. Calluses are beginning to roughen the soft skin, but you earned them.

They're yours and yours alone, proof that you worked your ass off and achieved something remarkable. The results speak for themselves, bouncing around the walls of Joel's living room and breathing new life into the space. Your contribution to his little corner of the world.

And Joel looks so damn proud. He stays patient through every flubbed hammer and too-hard pluck, grinning when you complete the section without his guidance. Your lesson's already gone on long past its scheduled time, but neither of you seems to notice. You likely wouldn't bother to mention it even if you did.

Time trickles by like the slow drip of molasses, thick with the sweetest tension, yet the longer you play, the more a familiar ache starts to creep in and make your progression a little more difficult.

Your hand is cramping, and it hurts. You pause mid-strum to shake it out and stretch your fingers, sighing at the brief respite.

"Hurtin' again, huh?"

You huff out a laugh, remembering the last time he asked you that question. The throbbing in your joints would more than welcome another massage from Joel, but you don't exactly trust yourself to come back from that. You have to stay focused until the next line of the song, at the very least.

"It's really not that bad. Guess all those finger exercises are paying off," you joke, but you don't expect him to catch the underlying punchline. "I kinda figured it wouldn't go away overnight, anyway."

You can tell he's thinking about it, too. He nods understandingly, tapping a restless, arrhythmic beat against his guitar.

"S'all part of bein' a guitar player, unfortunately," he agrees, his entire body tense like he’s resisting the urge to reach out and inspect the subtle changes to your delicate skin for himself.

Your mind starts to wander as his tapping changes to slow circles swirled into the wood grain. You can't help but wonder if your new calluses would feel good sliding up and down his cock, if he'd like the coarse hint of pain teasing the ridge or circling the tip. You wonder what his own would feel like pressing into your clit. The skin of his middle and ring fingertips is noticeably rougher than the rest and with a little pressure—fuck.

You're wet. That can't happen. You have to concentrate. But his movements are starting to speed up, and you can almost feel them sliding through your messy heat.

The intrusive thought is thankfully interrupted when he stops the lewd motion and continues his reassurances like it never happened. Why does he keep doing that? It seems so pointless to keep pretending you’re not on the same page, but you’re not about to call him out and scare him off again.

You tell yourself to focus on the pain. Focus on what he’s saying, not what he’s insinuating.

"Pain's a good thing. It means you're stickin' it out and makin' some real progress," he says fondly, and it's almost enough to reclaim your attention. "Says a lot about the kind of person you are, too, what you do with that pain and how you let it shape ya. You're a good one, I can tell. Committed, like I was."

It's so much sweeter than anything you'd expected him to say. It helps.

"Fair enough. Still kinda sucks though," you grumble, but the slight quirk of your lips betrays your tone.

"Yeah, yeah. What happened to likin' it hard?" he asks playfully, and you feel that telltale whoosh between your legs.

You shift uncomfortably, subtly trying to unstick your underwear from where it's cemented to your core, but the unexpected friction makes you flinch. He picks up on it immediately.

"Look, why don't we take a break? I'll grab us some drinks while you rest up, and we can dive back in whenever you're ready," he offers, his voice raspier than before.

"Yeah, that, um...that sounds good. I'm actually gonna run to the bathroom real quick if that's cool," you reply, trying not to sound as flustered as you feel.

It's hot as hell all of a sudden, even though the AC hasn't stopped kicking since you got here, and you have a feeling cold drinks won't be enough to cool you down. He hesitates before nodding, then points down the hall.

"'Course. S'the first door on your left," he says, brows furrowing in concern. You all but speed walk past him to your temporary haven.

Backing into the door the moment it closes behind you, you squeeze your legs together as tightly as you can, but it only makes it worse. The ache is almost unbearable, and you know for a fact that you'll waste the rest of the lesson if you try to go back out there like this.

The entire afternoon has been such a complicated back-and-forth of conflicting feelings and confusion, but you still have no idea what do to about it. You want him to fuck you, but you also want him to teach you. He wants to teach you, but he also wants you in ways he won't admit to you. Or himself.

Your head is cloudier than it's been all day, and your thoughts are a jumbled mess of desire and rationality, both fighting for dominance. So, now what?

There was only one way to clear the fog last night, but you really shouldn't. You're in his bathroom for christ's sake, and he can't be more than 15 feet away, pouring you a glass of lemonade in the kitchen.

You do it, anyway. With one hand shoved down your pants and the other slapped over your mouth, you decide your best course of action is to rub one out in Joel's bathroom to rid yourself of this distraction once and for all. And it feels good.

The moment your sore fingertips press into your clit, your hips buck into your touch and you lose yourself to the friction. You're even wetter than you realized, and your fingers keep slipping from where you need them most, so you change tactics, ramming two of them inside you instead.

So much for resting your hand. Your motions are frantic, bordering on desperate, and you can't bring yourself to stop now that you've started. Wet squelching mingles with your muffled moans and fills the room, noisier than you’ve been all day even after an afternoon of playing guitar.

But you're getting a little too loud. The door rattles on its hinges every time your palm slaps into your heat, and your hand isn't nearly enough to mask your increasing volume the closer you get. Maybe you'll get lucky and he won't hear a thing. Or maybe you'll get really lucky and he'll hear everything.

You're too far gone to care. Just a little more. You can feel yourself starting to squeeze your fingers, and you just need a little bit more—

Then, there's a knock at the door and Joel's voice tentatively filters through.

"Everythin' alright in there?" he asks kindly, but he sounds wrecked.

It's obvious he heard everything, and yet he's still trying to be polite, desperately clinging to his morals and good, Southern manners. Too bad that turns you on.

Not bothering to respond, you keep going, fixated on how vivid a picture your unstifled moans and reckless actions must be painting. You wouldn't be surprised if it's just your imagination again, but you swear you can hear labored breathing and a litany of muttered curses coming from the other side.

He knocks on the door again, harder this time, and you quickly realize that any patience Joel had left is gone. You've finally pushed him past his limit.

"M'givin' you sixty seconds to get back in that livin' room," he grits out roughly. "You're finishin' out here."

The door shakes as he pushes off of it and stomps away, leaving you in palpable silence.

thanks for reading & stay tuned for part iv!

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personasintro · 7 months

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Mutual Help | #41

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

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Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

That's what you are for drinking so much, wanting to drink away your hurt feelings and thoughts away. What did you think?

Your head is about to burst, you've barely slept since you've woken up at a random time, kept tossing every few minutes while your stomach hurts. Now that the sun is already up, you're not sure what time it is because you barely move and checking your phone is the least of your worries.

You groan, stomach hurting even more with each slightest move you make. The whole cabin is quiet and you guess it's because everyone is still sleeping, trying to sleep off their own hangover. Who knows when the party truly stopped, since you were the first one in bed. Even pregnant Jia stayed longer at the party than you did, but then... pregnant Jia wasn't drunk as fuck.

Most of the night is hazy, but you do remember a lot of things and actually, you think you remember everything. From the moment you started drinking and felt like you're tipsy, to the moment of Jungkook carrying you to your room.

Jungkook. Oh god.

You're not sure whether your stomach churns from the actual hangover or the thought of Jungkook and what you put him through yesterday–slash–today. However, there's no time for guilt or to continue thinking about this matter, not when you feel your stomach turn and you're sure it's no longer just that.

You sit up straight, a weird lump forming in your throat just when your eyes fall on the orange bucket beside your bed. Without thinking, you quickly reach for it and barely make it without vomiting all over the sheets before you're emptying your stomach into the bucket. Your weak hands are gripping the edge of it, knowing Jungkook must've put it here before he left. You remember drifting off to sleep while he kept rubbing your back, just as you pleaded him to do.

Eyes watering, you feel how sensitive your stomach is once you stop and just breathe heavily, nose scrunching at the scent of your vomits and alcohol combined. Fortunately, it seems like you've thrown up everything you could. You're too weak to move, so you sit there for a moment not believing your own body. It's better to stay like this just in case.

Momentarily distracted from your disgusting state, you're surprised to see the door of your room slowly opening from the corner of your room. It's barely opened when you see Jungkook's head poking out from the tiny space he opened. You catch his widening eyes once he sees you already awake with the bucket in your grasp and tears streaming down your cheeks from you vomiting.

He lets out a sound of pity, eyes filled with empathy as enters the room and quickly shuts the door.

"Go away," you weakly tell him, looking away as you scrunch your nose when the smell of your vomits hits your nose. "I look like hell."

Jungkook doesn't find himself to find your comment amusing, even though you're right. You do look like hell, but if you thought that would stop him then you're wrong.

Once you glance at Jungkook, you find him walking towards you causing you to whine. "Jungkook."

He looks tired, eyes slightly puffy from the lack of sleep and his raven hair is disheveled as if he hasn't brushed it today yet. He's wearing some black sweatpants with a large fossil grey shirt, which still can be seen as a bigger effort than you put since you look like you just woke up from the dead.

Before you can scold Jungkook for coming here and seeing you like this, your stomach turns once again and you start throwing up all over again. And here you thought you emptied everything, you almost want to laugh bitterly at yourself.

He ignores your previous whines, sitting next to you before your hair is pushed away from your face as he wraps his hand around it, keeping it behind you in a ponytail.

"It's okay," he assures you, the other hand gently rubbing your back as you shake your head. "Let it all out, you'll feel better."

Oh, fuck... this is so fucking embarrassing. This is the price you've to pay for drinking so much. You're not sure if Jungkook ever witnessed you vomiting years of your friendship. If he did, nothing can top this time because you can't seem to stop.

But Jungkook is there, glued to your side even when he smells the distant stench of your vomit and hears the sounds of you vomiting, assuring you that it's fine from time to time. It seems as if his words go completely unnoticed by you, he wouldn't be surprised if they did since you seem busy to even notice anything else besides the way your stomach hurts and desperately tries to get everything out of it. The truth is, you register him and his attempt to soothe you, and you're thankful for it nevertheless.

Once it seems like you're done, you spit into the bucket as you feel a weird taste in your mouth, cringing at yourself from disgust.

"You're done?" Jungkook asks gently, still rubbing soothing circles into your skin as you weakly nod. "Alright, let me clean this up and I'll be back with some water and painkillers."

Jungkook stands up, coming up to your side as you see his tattooed arm reaching for the bucket. You look up at him, your eyes watery and mouth wet from your spit, probably the most disgusting sight he could've ever seen of you. But surprisingly, Jungkook smiles at you and strokes your cheek briefly, as he assures you he's right back before he's gone.

You sit there for a moment, wondering what the hell you did to deserve him. Your stomach still hurts, undoubtedly still sensitive from all the drinking and vomiting, so you decide to slowly lay down. Staring at the ceiling, you're trying to close your eyes to get some peace but your head is thinking otherwise because it seems like it pounds even more.

Just like Jungkook promised, he's back in a record time – bringing a glass of water, a pack of painkillers, the same bucket again for some reason and then he has something else in his hands which proves to be a mouthwash you get your eyes on once he sets the things on the nightstand.

"I brought you this," he says, showing you the mouthwash which you take with grateful eyes and quickly open it. He hands you the bucket, watching you as you rinse your mouth with it and spit it into the bucket once you're done.

Jungkook moves automatically and quickly, setting down the bucket before he hands you a glass of water. He opens the box, popping out two tablets of painkillers, handing them to you too. You don't hesitate, swallowing it right away.

"Thank you," you tell him gently, voice slightly raspy which makes Jungkook's features soften even more. "God, this is so embarrassing." you groan as Jungkook takes the empty glass from you and sets it back on the nightstand.

You lay down, staring at the ceiling once again for a moment before you get the courage to glance at Jungkook who sits beside you.

"It's not embarrassing," he tells you, chuckling slightly. Knowing him, he's saying that just to ease your embarrassment like any good friend would do. "Do you feel better?" He changes the topic before you can protest, blubbering how disgusting you are.

"I feel like shit," you answer instead, "But thank you though. For taking care of me."

Jungkook smiles, slightly shaking his head. "I was about to check on you, I thought you'd be still sleeping. You drank a lot."

"I know," you whine, genuinely disappointed at yourself and most importantly, cursing at yourself for drinking that much. Why do you've to be so fucking stubborn? "I'm sorry I was such a pain in the ass, still am."

Jungkook chuckles at that, front teeth poking out of his mouth. "Nothing I couldn't handle." he tells you lightly, causing a little amused smile to spread on your lips.

You look at him, your smile slowly drifting away once you focus on his tired features. But Jungkook doesn't know that's what's bothering you, thinking you're just too embarrassed once again.

"You're tired." you comment, pointing out the obvious.

Jungkook cringes through a grin, not disagreeing with you. "Yeah, I barely slept. We had to take care of Taehyung because he passed out on the couch. He threw up on his bed, so we had to change his sheets too if that makes you better," Jungkook says, glancing at you amusingly as you purse your lips.

"It doesn't."

"Anyway, we went to bed around five." he explains, causing you to frown.

"Wait, what time is it?" you ask, wondering about the time which causes Jungkook to shrug but he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

"Nine twenty-three."

You gasp, frowning at Jungkook. "You've barely slept, go to sleep, Kook. I'm fine." you assure him.

"Nah, it's fine. I was about to work-out but I don't think I can." he chuckles and as on cue, he yawns but tries to mask it. It's too late, you obviously hear and see him causing you to raise a brow at him.

"Come on, just lay down for a moment. You need a rest," you tell him, tapping the space beside you as he looks at your hand before he amusingly grins at you. "I could use some back rubbing."

"Uh-uh," Jungkook purses his lips, searching your eyes for a moment as you pout at him. Rolling his eyes at you, he shakes his head a bit before he sighs. "Fine, but just for a few minutes."

He's getting on the other side of the bed, crawling through your legs which makes you groan when he puts a little too much weight on your body. Apologizing, he shoots you an innocent grin before he lays down next to you. You share your duvet with him, causing him to pleasantly hum as he makes himself comfortable.

"You should eat something though," he murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment. He's much more tired than he would admit, that much you can tell by simply just watching him. "Chicken soup or something."

You hum, turning to your side to face him. He's laying on his back, eyes slowly closing as another yawn pushes past his lips as he covers his mouth with his hand.

"Do you want me to rub your back?" he asks sleepily.

"No, I'm good." you tell him, lips curling to an amused smile when Jungkook keeps his eyes closed, mumbling something you can't understand.

The painkillers Jungkook gave you start to work and you feel the pain in your head slowly but surely go away, causing your own tiredness to get to you. Your eyes close, Jungkook's soft breathing the only thing you hear as you go back to sleep – both of you are already asleep within five minutes.

It feels as if you've been sleeping for a whole eternity and you're not planning on waking up any time soon, knowing your hangover practically needs all the rest and sleep you can get, so you can feel better. You're about to flip on the other side, your mind ready to go back to sleep even when you're haunted by the recent events and Haneul in your dreams, when you hear a raspy groan beside you.

Opening your eyes, you're met with Jungkook rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Shit," he grunts, glancing at you to find you already peering at him with the same sleepy eyes. He chuckles at the mess on your head that is called hair, but you're too groggy to even realize or think about it. "I wasn't planning on falling asleep." he murmurs, scratching his right cheek.

Sighing, you turn on your back, eyes glancing at the ceiling for a moment before you look at Jungkook when you hear him sit up. The hair on the back of his head is standing in different directions that makes you snort under your breath, causing Jungkook to glance at you with a confused frown before he realizes you must be laughing at his appearance.

"You don't look any better, you know?"

He lets out a raspy cackle when you slap him on his back, telling him to 'fuck off'.

"I got wasted and threw up everything that was in my stomach, that's my excuse for my appearance. What's yours?" you raise your brow, stretching your arms as you finally feel your stomach gaining its strength, even though it's still very much sensitive and empty.

"You, woman." he answers, causing your brows to frown.

"How am I an excuse for your appearance?" you snort, smirking when you see him trying to fix his protruding hair at the back of his head.

"Because you lured me into your bed." he jokes, wiggling his brows as you snort again, shaking your head at him. But when he reaches for you and pokes you in your cheek, you frown and slap his hand away which makes him laugh.

"I'm irresistible," you hum, "What can I say?"

Now is Jungkook's turn to snort, raising his brow at you amusingly as he stands up, scratching the back of his neck.

"You're a lot of things, just not sure if irresistible is one of them," he purposely says, waiting for you to react because he knows exactly what kind of reaction you will have. And when you reach for the pillow he slept on and throw it at him, he easily catches it with a knowing smirk. He tosses the pillow back onto bed, grabbing his phone to look at the screen before he glances back at you.

"Are you feeling better?" he asks, causing you to nod as you give him a slight smile, showing your gratitude which doesn't have to be spoken. "I'm not sure if anyone is awake now, but if I recall, a good chicken soup is on today's menu,"

Ah, chicken soup. The greatest cure for a hangover.

"I can make you some, if you want."

You feel bad and grateful at the same time, touched by Jungkook's kindness even though you'd expect nothing else.

"You've already done enough for me, Kook. I'm fine, I'll just eat whatever is in the fridge." you assure him, but Jungkook is not very pleased by that which you can see as soon as you say it out loud and by the way he automatically frowns.

"Don't be ridiculous," he scoffs lightly, "You need to eat something warm."

You open your mouth but before you can utter a single word, Jungkook is flashing you with a cocky grin as he turns around and leaves the room. You chuckle, shaking your head as you fall back into bed.

Five more minutes and then you'll have to get your ass into a shower. You feel dirty and a nice shower will probably make you feel better. Unfortunately, it can't wash away those remaining hurt feelings and thoughts.

Jungkook can cook. Kind of. He's the king of cooking ramen. And he can cook some decent meals too since he's been living alone for a few years now, unfortunately without his mother's home-food that he occasionally misses – sometimes too much.

Chicken soup isn't hard to cook, he told himself on his way downstairs. And although he knows the recipe, but still googled a few recipes just to make sure and even watched two youtube videos, he finds himself a little insecure about his cooking skills. He questions them, even after Jimin has come downstairs shortly after and found his younger friend watching a cooking video with a slight scowl on his face.

Thankfully, after Jimin informed him about Taehyung being hungover just like you, they ended up cooking the soup together. A few people come and go, like Seokjin who made a quick breakfast for his wife before he quickly disappeared back upstairs. Or Hoseok, who grabbed a few painkillers, disappeared even faster than Seokjin when Jimin asked him if he wanted to help with the cooking.

Both of them know Hoseok is not a fan of cooking, but it still made them laugh while Hoseok flipped them off before he truly walked away with painkillers and his killing head.

"How is she?"

Jungkook knew the question was coming, Jimin's occasional stares gave away that much. And although, they both talked about Taehyung throwing up in the morning just like you did – the only difference is that apparently Taehyung threw up in the middle of the night too – he knows Jimin isn't asking about your current physical state but more like psychical.

"She's fine, I think," Jungkook sighs, leaning against the kitchen counter with arms crossed over his chest, meanwhile Jimin lifts up the cover and cringes when the steam hits his face. Jungkook snorts, but is pleased with the delicious smell of the soup. "I don't know... she's too hungover now."

Jimin nods, sighing as he leans on the opposite side of Jungkook to look at him. "It sucks."

It's simple but very much true. Jungkook is not sure if he'd be able to sum it up better.

The two of them have a casual conversation after that, tasting the soup every few minutes to make sure it's all good and cooked well before they bring it to you and Taehyung.

By the time the soup is done, Jungkook has gone to his room to check on Kiko and ask her if she needs anything, just to find her still sleeping. She had to be awake at some point but probably went back to sleep. She didn't get drunk last night, but she still went to bed late so it makes sense she's feeling tired.

You're still laying in bed when the door of your room opens, the difference is that you're freshly out of the shower and you've changed your clothes. Hair still damp from your shower, Jungkook's eyes flicker to you as he makes sure not to spill the steaming soup.

An appreciative smile spreads on your lips at the sight of him and you slowly sit up before Jungkook puts the tray into your lap. "Thank you."

Jungkook smiles back, standing there for a moment before he notices something. You're wearing the knitted yellow sweatshirt he gave you. Sitting down beside you, he eyes you as you take the spoon into your hands.

"You'll burn your tongue, blow on it." Jungkook reminds you softly when he sees the spoon inches from your mouth.

You snort, rolling your eyes at him as you raise your brows at him. "Really? I didn't know that," You feign oblivion which makes him roll his eyes at you. "Alright dad."

Jungkook glares at you, huffing from annoyance but keeps his mouth shut as he stares at you with doe eyes while you taste the soup for the first time. You're not clueless to his stare, suddenly feeling insecure under his eyes for some reason. In your defense, you don't like when someone's watching you eat and right now, that is exactly what he's doing.

"Jesus, what?" You can't wait any longer, voicing your thoughts when Jungkook's eyes snap to yours and you almost melt at the softness and innocence of his big eyes.

"Does it taste good?" he asks, genuinely curious and you can't help but find it cute causing you to smile.

"Of course it does," you assure him, "What Jeon Jungkook does not know?" you tease him, causing him to playfully roll his eyes but there's a proud smile on his lips, or more like pleased one at your sudden praise.

You slowly eat the soup, appreciating the warm liquid making its way down to your sensitive and empty stomach while Jungkook fills you up about whatever Jimin has told him. Once you're done, Jungkook stands up and takes the tray from you and sets it on one of the dressers.

"Taehyung is a party animal, I'm sure he'll be back to partying tomorrow as if he never drank in the first place."

At that, you've to laugh because Jungkook is right. No matter how much Taehyung is hungover, he's usually back to square one as soon as he feels once again – which can't be told about you. You don't want to be near alcohol for at least a few weeks before you get the courage to taste it. Just the thought of the taste of it makes you gag.

"Did they say how long they're staying here?" you ask, watching Jungkook stretch his neck before he sits back onto his previous spot, shrugging.

"I think they want to stay for another two days at least," he answers, "Why?"

"Well... I was thinking of going home," Jungkook's features soften and you quickly continue, "I don't know, I like it here but I don't feel like staying longer."

Jungkook nods in understatement, a little saddened that you want to leave. He knows what's the reason behind it and he's not surprised. He doesn't waste time to try persuading you to stay, even though he'd make sure you're having a good time. He can guess what you're feeling and he knows you just want the comfort of your home.

"Didn't you guys talk about how long you're staying? You came together." Jungkook asks, causing you to nod.

"Yeah, well the plan was to stay for a couple of days but you know... that can change every minute."

It's absolutely normal that they'd want to stay longer or the opposite. And it's absolutely normal that plans change.

"Yeah," Jungkook agrees, "I can just drive you home, if you want." he offers and you immediately widen your eyes and shake your head.

You definitely don't want to be any more of a burden than you already are for Jungkook. Even though you know he doesn't see you that way and is completely fine with driving you home, it feels like a burden.

"No, it's okay. I'll just stay and wait for Jimin and Tae. It's fine, really." you assure him, but Jungkook sees right through you and even though you say you're fine, he sees the little displeasure on your face by the news.

He knows you really want to go home.

"Knowing them, they'll probably stay even longer. I mean, if you told them I think they'd go home earlier."

"No, no, no," you disagree right away, "I don't want to ruin this trip for them. They like it here, it's fine. I don't want them to go earlier because of me."

"Listen," Jungkook sighs, "I can just drive you home and before you start interjecting," You close your mouth when he says that, causing him to chuckle knowingly. "I'm completely fine with it. Really, it's no bother for me. This way Jimin and Taehyung get to spend their time here for as long as they want and everyone will be pleased."

It does make sense. Unfortunately, Jungkook has already done enough for you and to be honest, you don't think you deserve him taking care of you. Especially when you were acting like a bitch and didn't make it easier for him.

"It's a four hour long drive." you point out, displeased tone in your voice as Jungkook shrugs.

"So? It's not that far away," Four hour is kind of a long drive. If it was closer, you'd probably accept his offer. "Y/N, stop being stubborn. Besides, I think I'll go home tomorrow too."

"You are?" you ask surprised.

"Yeah, one of my clients texted me and asked me if I'm able to do their family photoshoot. They're leaving for another country in five days to visit their family overseas, apparently they want to get those pictures printed and give it to them. I wouldn't go but it's good money and honestly, as much as it's nice here, I feel like I want to go home too." he explains and you just wonder--

"So, you would leave me here if I stayed?" you tease him, but you can't help but be genuinely curious what would happen.

The main reason for you staying here is to spend the time with your friends. As much as Jimin and Taehyung are your friends and you'd be fine with being with them, it's not the same without Jungkook and you'd feel a little down of his sudden leave. Especially when he asked you to come here in the first place.

"Of course not," he answers right away, chuckling. "I asked you to come here, I wouldn't leave."

That settles a comforting feeling in you and you can't help but smile at him in a silent appreciation. He looks a little offended that you'd think otherwise, but it's all a very playful act as he just purses his lips and grins at you.

"I don't know, Kook..." you mutter, staring at your lap as you let out a sigh.

"Hey," Jungkook calls out, urging you to look at him. "I heard Namjoon and Maya are leaving tomorrow. I'm not sure if Hoseok is staying for long too." And he talked to Kiko yesterday when the client texted him. He hasn't texted him back because he was busy with other things, you being one of them, but he was planning on texting him back today to kindly decline his offer. Kiko was fine with leaving too and now that you want to leave too, it's not that big of a problem to leave.

But he doesn't tell you about Kiko, not wanting to bring her up when it's not necessary.

"That doesn't sound practical though, you are traveling eight hours to Seoul and back here just to leave tomorrow."

"Don't worry about me." Jungkook dismisses you easily, although you don't look too convinced.

"I don't know, Kook. I feel like--"

"Look, here's the plan," he interrupts you, taking your silence as a clue to continue. Not that he cares, you get the feeling he's too determined to share his plan with you. "I'll drive you home today, I'm leaving tomorrow anyway. I could just leave today too but I've to drive Kiko home,"

Of course, he does. He's not that big of an asshole to just leave someone else to drive her home when she came with him in the first place. That makes sense to you too, so you're not surprised by the information.

And you know it'd be way easier if the three of you drove home today or tomorrow together, but Jungkook also knows the ride would be a torture for everyone. You feel bad for being so difficult. If you weren't so mad at Kiko, you could just drive together and Jungkook wouldn't have to drive twice. And you almost tell him that, comically sacrificing yourself to spend four hours with her in a car but before you can, Jungkook continues.

"I think she wants to spend another day with Jia anyway, so we'll stay until tomorrow."

Jungkook sees you nibbling on your nails, knowing it's your habit when you're thinking about something and you're not so sure about it. But he lets you, letting you think it through because he won't force you. However, he knows you want to go home and that's why you're even considering this.

"I don't want to cause any trouble, Kook." you tell him unsurely, causing his brows to frown.

"What do you mean?"

You can't believe you're being worried about his relationship, but the rational part of you can't help it because you do feel bad. And you know it's only because you care about Jungkook and appreciate how kind he has been towards you. But that's nothing new.

"Well, you, spending the whole day away from... Kiko," Even her name sounds weird coming out of your mind and it surely goes noticed by Jungkook, but he doesn't comment on it but you see him pursing his lips a little. "You've already taken care of my ass since yesterday. I'm sure she'd appreciate spending some time with you. Not that I care but... she probably thinks I'm annoying because I know I'd be if my boyfriend was spending more time with his best friend than me."

Jungkook fights the urge to smile. This is you. You've this tough act whenever you're angry but deep down, you really care. You consider other feelings and you just proved it again, but it's not like Jungkook hasn't known that about you. But it's nice to witness it once again.

"She doesn't think you're annoying, Y/N," he clarifies which you roll your eyes at but he ignores it.

You might be right. Even though he tried to spend some time with her, you were on his mind a lot which she obviously noticed but never voiced out loud. Then you didn't exactly make it easy and he tried to save you from embarrassment or doing something you'd regret later on. But to be fair, if it weren't for Kiko he wouldn't have to worry about you because Haneul would most likely be still here and you wouldn't be hurt.

You needed him more than Kiko did, that's the truth. But this doesn't mean he doesn't feel like an asshole boyfriend for barely spending some time with his own girlfriend. He'll talk to her later.

"Besides, I don't need permission to drive home my best friend." he adds, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip to hide a smile when he says that.

It does sound satisfying when he says it, you can't help it.

Opening your mouth, you're ready to accept his offer after considering pros and cons when your phone buzzes with a notification. You reach for the phone mindlessly, ready to check it without much thinking but your features freeze when you see Haneul's name. It's a simple message, yet it makes an uneasy stomach settle in your stomach once again. This is what you wanted, you wanted him to reach out to you first but now that he finally has, you're surprised.

Haneul: can we talk ?

Jungkook watches your odd reaction, probably guessing what it means when he sees you staring at the screen before you glance up and stare at him.

"It's Haneul," you confirm Jungkook's silent suspicion and even though your best friend frowns at the mention of the guy he got to punch, he stays silent. "He wants to talk."

Now he scoffs, not being able to stay silent but he still doesn't say anything else and simply watches you and gives you space to think it through, before you slowly start typing.

"when?" You type back, locking the phone as you toss it onto your lap with a thoughtful gaze.

It seems as though Haneul has been waiting for your response because it comes in a few seconds. You're not sure what to think of it though. It's hard to figure out what Haneul thinks and the message is obviously lacking any kind of emotion. It's blunt and straight to the point, maybe that's why it makes you nervous. You're also not sure why you're nervous, you're mad at him for disrespecting you. Why the hell are you the one who's nibbling on her bottom lip anxiously?

Haneul: whenever you want

"What did he say?" Jungkook asks, voice blunt and annoyed.

"He wants to talk whenever I want..." you murmur, still not texting him back.

Do you want to talk to him immediately? Or do you need some time to think about the whole thing alone? You had enough time to think about it, but to be honest you were replaying what happened and thought about how hurt you are rather than thinking about what your next move is going to be.

"Good, then don't talk to him." Jungkook exclaims carelessly, causing you to look at him.

"Jungkook..." you sigh, not surprised to see the annoyance and anger that's aimed at Haneul.

"Now he wants to talk? He leaves you here crying, heartbroken and now he has the guts to text you wanting to talk?" His voice is not loud or sounding too angry, but hard enough to detect a little bit of anger and annoyance. He's simply pointing out something you already know.

You know Jungkook is right, he did leave you here crying and heartbroken when he could've handled it another way. More mature way. But who are you to judge? You've no control over how he or anyone else handles things. However, you do wish he would just at least talk to you before he has decided to leave so abruptly.

"I've to talk to him one way or another," you tell Jungkook, seeing him sighing but he lets it go, knowing that's for the best. It's also the only right decision because you both don't know where you stand and it has to be discussed. "I still can't believe you punched him though." you suddenly say, chuckling a little as Jungkook stares dumbfoundedly at you for a moment before he shrugs.

"It's what he deserved."

Snorting, you don't argue. He's right. You still don't like that he punched someone because of you.

"How are your knuckles?" you ask, looking down at his hand as he looks at it and spreads his fingers to get a closer look causing him to shrug.

"Good as new."

You roll your eyes, snatching his hand as you tug it closer to your face to inspect his skin. The tattoos slightly cover the little red blemishes he has there, the only proof he punched your boyfriend. Your fingers trace against the little wound, glancing at his face to see his reaction and if it hurts or not, but Jungkook just stares right back at you, completely unbothered.

"Good as new my ass," you murmur, frowning at the slightly reddened skin. Well, it doesn't look that bad but still, it's there. "Thanks, though." you tell him suddenly, causing him to frown as you let go of his hand.

"For punching him," you clarify before you breathe out a chuckle. "Is that a weird thing? To thank you for punching my boyfriend?"

Jungkook joins, chuckling as he shrugs. "It's not weird to thank me for punching someone who disrespected you," he says, laughter dying down as his features soften while he's looking at you. "But you don't have to thank me for that. You know I'd do it again."

You smile at that, nodding. "I think I need to thank you for that. Not just for punching him, actually. But for having my back."

"Always," he tells you, both of you sharing a look that makes you clear your throat as you inhale a huge breath while looking away. "You know I always have your back." he shrugs casually, sending you a grin.

"Yeah, I know," you tell him, genuinely touched by his words. "And I thank you for that whether you think I should or shouldn't." you tease, seeing him snorting while he rolls his eyes.

It's like your thing. Rolling eyes at each other constantly. But you wouldn't change that for anything else. In times like these you realize, or more like you're reminded, how genuine and precious your friendship with Jungkook is. How precious and genuine is he.

"God, woman, you're driving me crazy." he groans, causing you to laugh as he feigns annoyance.

"Wouldn't be the first time," you shrug casually, knowing you're getting on Jungkook's nerves often and he always lets it slide. It's not like he can do something about it, is it? "But no really, Kook. I actually wanted to apologize, well for everything. I acted childishly, stupid, like a bitch..." you trail off, noticing how Jungkook nods, silently agreeing you while pursing his lips which makes you smack him in the arm.

Both of you laugh at that, none of you surprised when he dodges your arm easily and pokes you in your rib in return.

"I put you in an uncomfortable position, even though I knew I'd somehow hurt you. That's not what friends do. It wasn't fair to you. God, can't you just be an awful friend?" you joke, laughing shakily as you hear him chuckle before you genuinely stare at him with an apologetic look in your eyes.

"You don't have to apologize again, you've already apologized to me." he reminds you softly, eyes telling you to just drop it because he sees how much it worries you. But you have to say it.

"Yeah, while being drunk," you snort, "I want you to know how genuine and serious I am about this. And I'm pretty sure I'd fucking embarass myself if you weren't there. I still think I embarrassed myself enough but it'd be even worse if you seriously weren't there."

"Fuck what others think," Jungkook shrugs, "I know you're genuine about this. I know you, dummy, don't you know that?" he teases you, causing you to glare at him but there is a small smile dancing on your lips.

"Jeon," you call out sternly suddenly. "Just let me apologize in peace, so I don't feel like a total bitch."

"Alright, alright," he laughs, "But you're not a total bitch, though. Maybe just a small one." he jokes, laughing like a maniac when you grab the pillow behind you and start smacking him with it.

"Yah!" he exclaims through laughing, eyes scrunched at the end while he gives you a toothy grin.

You stop, glaring at him playfully before you toss the pillow behind you.

"But I'll give you that, I'm a bitch." you agree, chuckling at yourself as Jungkook frowns a little.

"Hey, I was just joking. You're not a bitch," he tells you softly.

You smile at him, glancing at your phone. The silence follows after, Jungkook noticing the direction your eyes are looking at. "So, what's the next move?"

You sigh, "I'll talk to him and then see how I feel about it. I don't really wanna come to some hasty conclusion when I haven't even talked to him since... you know what."

Jungkook nods, keeping his lips in a straight line but it's so obvious he wants to say something which makes you roll your eyes again. For the hundredth times today.

"Just spill it if you've something to say." you demand bluntly, causing him to sigh.

"Nah, I'm just gonna keep that to myself. It's not my relationship, you should do whatever feels comfortable for you." He waves his hand at you, but you know him long enough that his mouth is saying one thing but his eyes scream completely another one.

You're eyeing him suspiciously, knowing he's not very pleased with your decision but he realizes it's not his decision to make and he actually respects your own. It's something you failed to do in his relationship for quite some time. It's not your proudest moment but you also know it's because the two of you have each other's back.

"Fine," you mutter, "I know you hate his guts and don't want him near me." you inform him and Jungkook carelessly shrugs, not even denying it.

You unblock your phone, thumbs hovering over the screen for a second before you open his message and start typing. "I'm going home today" you text back, settling on a simple message. You're not exactly inviting him to meet today, but you're giving him information and it's up to him what he'll do with it.

You're not sure if you want him to meet somewhere public. It's not like you're scared to be with him in public, but you've a serious topic to talk about and it's probably best if you met somewhere private. You don't need any prying ears around you, especially not when you'll discuss your relationship.

Laying back down, you toss your phone beside you when the door of your room snaps open, your friends coming there like a tornado. You barely get the glimpse of Taehyung's nest on his head, briefly noticing him still wearing his pajamas before he's running towards you, jumping on your bed as he cuddles to you.

"Hey, my party soulmate." he greets you, a fresh scent of toothpaste coming off him as you snort at him, letting him hug you.

"How are you so energized? I'm dying here." you complain, seeing Taehyung glancing up at you as he sends you a boxy grin.

"Practice, experience... call it whatever."

You and Taehyung laugh together, fool around by Taehyung pressing himself against you while you're playfully trying to get him off you. Meanwhile you're like two little kids, your giggles filling the room, Jungkook informs Jimin about you possibly leaving today.

"You're leaving?" Jimin asks loudly, eyes big and wide while his plush lips pout slightly.

"What? No!" Taehyung gasps, releasing you as he sits up to look at you properly.

"Tae, stop being dramatic, we can see each other whenever." you tell Taehyung, ignoring how he's purposely pouting at you.

Jungkook snorts, earning a childish glare from him as you sigh at your friends. "I don't know, it's nice here but I want to go home. I don't think I can enjoy the rest of this trip, not until I sort some things out."

Jimin and Taehyung stare at you confusingly, not quite sure what you want to sort out and before they can think about it, Jungkook already explains it bluntly.

"The idiot texted her."

There we go.

Jungkook is completely unbothered when you send him a glare, silently scolding him for saying it even though you know you'd say it anyway.

"What?"

"Oh, you can't be serious!"

Their loud voices cause you to wince but you shush them immediately, explaining to them the same thing you explained to Jungkook. That you need to figure out your relationship, you can't just stop talking to him. That's not how you like things, besides if you're about to end or continue this relationship, you need some sort of closure about what happened here.

Even though their dramatic response is quite predictable, them having your back and automatically jumping on that hate train towards Haneul, they're understanding as always.

"I still think he deserved that second punch, just so he knows he shouldn't mess with you." Taehyung says with pursed lips, the three of you glancing at him with raised brows as he looks oddly proudly at his thoughts.

"I'm sure he knows that by now." you chuckle, cringing when you think about Haneul's bleeding nose. It must have hurt like hell.

"Yeah, thanks to Jungkook, look at him," Taehyung says, making his way to Jungkook as he grabs his arm and starts squeezing his biceps which makes you snort while Jungkook stares at Taehyung with raised brows.

Jimin is holding back laughter, already knowing what's about to happen.

"Look at this man," Taehyung exclaims dramatically and you bite back your giggles. "He's like a mountain."

"Mountain? Really, Taehyung?" you ask, giggling as Taehyung frowns at the way you're making fun of him.

"Yeah, I mean you should know that out of all people."

"Taehyung!" The three of you exclaim your friend's name, yours and Jungkook's face flushing at his bluntness, both embarrassed that he brought that exact topic.

And you spend the next hour laughing with your friends while they help you pack, Taehyung purposely hiding your stuff under the pillows or in random drawers to keep you there as long as he can. He's acting as if he's not going home soon too and as if he won't see you for a year. You're slightly annoyed at Taehyung's behavior, especially when you want to make it into Seoul before it gets too dark. You don't want Jungkook to drive late at night, even though the road is usually more calm at that time – but he deserves to spend his last day here instead of coming back late and then going home the next day.

But still, you're touched by Taehyung's determination to keep you here, finding his pout cute. You can't stay annoyed at him, no matter how many times you tell him to stop hiding your stuff all around the room.

When Jungkook and Jimin are helping you with your suitcase and bag, meanwhile Taehyung is sulking behind you, you're coming downstairs to inform everyone about your departure. Once Jungkook sets the suitcase down, he informs you he's about to talk to Kiko and tell her he's driving you home.

You're immediately ambushed by Maya and Namjoon, both of them surprised by your sudden decision and even though they don't say anything, you see understanding in their eyes as they hug you. Maya promises to get back to you once she'll be in Seoul, both of you promising to see each other to hang out. Even when she mentions that "no boys are allowed" Namjoon doesn't seem surprised a bit as he laughs at his girlfriend, but promises to see you soon too.

You thank Seokjin for letting you come on this trip and stay here, and even though he's not exactly your friend and there aren't that many times the two of you talked, he's friendly and warm.

"There's no need to thank me, I'm glad you joined us. Jungkook's friends are my friends too," he assures you, giving you a warm smile as you smile back in appreciation. "You can come here anytime you want and join us. I told Jungkook that too."

He doesn't question you about your sudden want to leave, but you do think he already gets a clue. Maybe he hasn't been involved in your own drama, but he's clearly not blind and his wife is literally Kiko's best friend. There's no way he's clueless about the drama that has been going on in his family's cabin.

You appreciate him not questioning you or giving you any weird and knowing looks.

As much as you feel slightly better after interacting with everyone and properly saying your goodbye, you still don't regret your decision of staying longer. You've got some unfinished business and the person behind the message that's sitting in your phone is the reason behind it.

Kiko and Hoseok are in the middle of preparing dinner when Jungkook finds them in the kitchen, Hoseok messily opening the back of seaweed causing some of it to drop on the floor.

"Jungkook, hey," Hoseok says enthusiastically, ignoring Kiko's stare as he purposely ignores it with a grin. "Did you come to help us?"

Kiko glances at Jungkook while putting out a cut board from one of the cupboards. They could use some help, especially when Hoseok has no idea what he's even doing in the kitchen. To be fair, he was the one who offered to help since most people cooked other days and he felt like he's not doing much. Plus, he learns fast and with Kiko knowing how to cook, he'd be at least able to help her. Unfortunately, it doesn't look that way right now since he managed to rip off the package causing an even bigger mess.

"Uhh, no actually," Jungkook answers, scratching the back of his neck before he gives the two of them a glance. "I'm actually about to drive Y/N home, I just came here to tell you that." His eyes stay on Kiko because even though Hoseok is present, he's mostly informing her about it.

"She's going home?" she asks, opening her mouth in surprise before she can stop herself. Her features are immediately twisted in guilt, something he and Hoseok notice right away but decide not to comment on. They share a look though, right before Jungkook turns to Kiko and walks closer to the kitchen island where she's standing on the opposite side of.

"Yeah," he simply answers, not wanting to say your reason or go into too much detail. It's not like none of them doesn't get the hint of why you could be possibly leaving. "I'll drive her home and then come back, so we can leave tomorrow. Does that still stand?"

"Yeah, sure!" Kiko says quickly, giving him a smile. "Don't you want to have dinner first? It won't be done in an hour but you'll probably come late."

"No, it's fine. I'll just eat when I come back," They both know he probably won't because he can be quite strict about his diet. Not necessarily in this season or right this time, but eating late at night has always been a no for Jungkook. The other thing is that he usually breaks that rule though.

She doesn't look convinced but decides not to comment on it, even though she wishes he would just eat before he spends an eight hour drive. Can't you go home tomorrow? Why do you've to go now?

"Why is she leaving so sudden?" Kiko asks, voicing out her thoughts. She doesn't sound bitter, just curious and kind of confused. It doesn't make too much sense for you to be leaving in the afternoon. "I mean at this time." she clarifies, knowing the three of them probably knows the real reason why you've decided to leave.

"She told me earlier but me, Jimin and Taehyung talked to her for a moment and then we helped her pack her stuff. Taehyung wasn't making it easy," Jungkook chuckles, still finding it funny how Taehyung really wasn't making it easy for you and your annoyed expression and the glares you gave him were even more amusing.

Finally he wasn't the one being glared at by you, he was quite enjoying it.

"Jimin and Taehyung want to stay here, so I offered to drive her home." he shrugs, explaining as Kiko nods in understatement.

"Okay, um... do you think I can talk to her?" she asks carefully, nervously reaching for her ponytail to pull it tighter. "To apologize... I should apologize before she leaves."

He understands that... but he's not very pleased at the idea even though he knows it probably will be for the best. She wants to apologize and she has a reason for it. But he can't help but feel slightly tensed at the idea of Kiko trying to talk to you. He just doesn't want any confrontation or fights, not when everything is still fresh.

But like he said, it'll probably be for the best.

"I mean... you could try," Jungkook says lightly, "I'm not saying it'll go well but it's always good to try."

The most preferable way would be if you stayed here for more days, so you'll cool down and be more open about hearing her out. Hearing Kiko's apology. But since you're leaving, it's better if she just does it right now. There won't be a lot of opportunities for you two to meet again.

Kiko nods stiffly, letting out a shaky breath before she glances at Hoseok who gives her an encouraging smile in return. Jungkook takes her hand, doing the same thing as she offers him a nervous smile before they walk away from the kitchen.

You're in the middle of pushing away Taehyung who keeps you in a tight hold, being dramatic as always, giggling when he presses his cheek against yours. Jimin's bubbly laugh causes you to look at him, finding him taking photos of you and Taehyung.

"Hey!" you laugh, scolding Taehyung because his pressed cheek against yours makes your lips look puckered. You look ridiculous, feeling embarrassed but find the moment funny anyway.

Your and everyone else's laugh slowly dies down when you see someone else approaching you – that someone being Jungkook, Kiko and Hoseok. Taehyung's hold on you slowly loosen up once he notices them too, letting out an annoyed sigh when he sees Kiko but you don't have any specific reaction. Jungkook is already looking at you with pleading eyes, almost looking worried rather than pleading.

Your eyes drop to their intertwined fingers before you raise your brow at Jungkook, wondering what she is doing here. Did he call her? Did he tell her to say goodbye to you? Surely he isn't that stupid.

"Can I talk to you please?"

Kiko surprises you for speaking up first, clearly surprising Jungkook as well when he glances down at her with doe eyes. She nibbles on her bottom lip, gripping Jungkook's hand even tighter. She's nervous, that much is obvious and the sudden silence that surrounds you just puts even more attention to the interaction.

The beat of silence definitely doesn't help the awkwardness that starts creating in the air. It wakes you up from your stare, causing you to clear your throat as you try to look unphased by her courage. You do have to give her that, she has courage. You were ready to fight her which you're kind of embarrassed about to be honest. You still recognize that feeling of anger, knowing very well why you wanted to do it in the first place. But you don't want to end up being marked as a violent person, even though you don't regret lashing at her. Or at least trying to because if it weren't for Jungkook, who knows what would happen.

But you probably know that. You'd jump at her, letting that anger and hurt get the best of you.

Taehyung purses his lips, it's something you notice from the corner of your eyes, as he already stands up straight ready to say something smart in return. But before he can do that and earn glares from her boyfriend and best friend, you surprise him and yourself by saying:

"Okay," It's simple, yet effective.

Taehyung's head snaps at you, mouth dropped open. "Are you serious?" he whispers, Jimin uttering Taehyung's name through clenched teeth to warn him but Taehyung barely gives him a look before he looks back at you.

"Whatever she has to say... she won't hurt me." you tell Taehyung quietly, not wanting everyone to hear you.

"Not anymore." Taehyung retorts sarcastically, sending a glare to Kiko which makes Hoseok frown, fully noting the inhospitality in his eyes.

Jungkook sighs, giving Kiko an encouraging squeeze of his hands before he lets her go. Your eyes stay attached to Kiko, not fully recognizing what you're feeling. Is it hate? Even after everything that has happened, after she made you so angry to the point you were yelling at her and practically were ready to fight her, you're sure you don't feel hate. It's a strong word.

You've never truly hated her. You might've thought you hate her for hurting Jungkook's feelings, for breaking his heart when he never deserved it. Not when he has loved her so much. You've never seen someone love someone else this much. Some part of you is still sure you kind of hate her for doing that, but you know it's just that metaphorical hate instead of the real one where you couldn't stand her and wished her awful things.

You're so engrossed by your thoughts to notice Jungkook hinting to everyone to give you some space, not until you see Kiko slowly and cautiously approaching you when there's no one around.

Behind her, you notice Taehyung frowning in the distance at the interaction between you and her while Jimin keeps telling him something. Probably telling him to calm down because you're sure Taehyung is ready to interfere any minute.

"I'm not gonna bite," you mutter at her, rolling your eyes at the way she keeps playing with her fingers while staring at you with those annoying innocent eyes. Okay, maybe you're still angry. But you've never said you weren't so...

She looks a little surprised by your sudden words, cheeks flushing for a second as she gives you a stiff nod.

"Are you gonna talk or what?" Oh, you don't mean to sound so cold and mean but you just can't help it. You can't control yourself. It annoys you how cautious she's acting around you – not that she doesn't have a reason for that – but well, you find it annoying anyway because it looks like you're the bitch here.

"I wanted to apologize to you," she starts and you don't quiver, expecting this to be the reason why she wanted to talk.

She probably feels too guilty, so she wants to apologize to make herself feel better about the whole thing and before you can leave. You wonder if Jungkook advised her to talk to her, he did go to find her to inform her about him driving you home. Maybe he told her something. It doesn't matter though, it's not important.

"I know my apology won't do anything, but I just want you to know that I'm very sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me, I know I screwed up badly and I wish I could take it back. I didn't mean to tell him, Y/N,"

You stare at her, voice cold at the mention of your name. She rarely says your name but then – she rarely speaks to you. You can't help it, she just makes you feel so irritated. She says your name as if you were on a friendly basis. But that's just you being bitter and petty once again. How else is she supposed to call you? You almost want to laugh at yourself, you're acting ridiculous.

"Jungkook was right, I didn't think. I should've considered that he might doesn't know about you and Jungkook,"

Jungkook said that? Well, it's not like you're shocked but you're touched by the gesture. He really was mad once you told him what happened. You don't think you've ever seen him being so mad at her. He literally grabbed her while storming out of the room.

"I should've considered that option. He did ask about you and Jungkook, but I just thought he's curious about my point of view. You guys are close and I know some people don't get it." Well, she is right about that but you just stare at him with a blunt look.

If Haneul kept asking about you and Jungkook, which to be fair is both surprising and expected at the same time, she should've considered that he doesn't know. But to be fair, you can't expect her to analyze every single thing about your relationship. It happened, you're not very fond of her and you're still angry that she set her mouth on loose, but something tells you she didn't do it on purpose.

You do feel slightly betrayed by Haneul, getting to know he asked about you and Jungkook when you simply explained your friendship to him. He told you he trusts you and maybe he did. Maybe he really just wanted to talk to Kiko about it since she's Jungkook's girlfriend. But no, you can't bring yourself to overthink this thing. It won't do any good and--

"What's done is done," you tell her, shrugging. "You had no right to tell him that. I don't go around people and tell them you cheated on Jungkook. No matter how many times I had the opportunity to do it, I didn't."

She winces when you mention the cheating part, the topic that Jungkook is very sensitive to this day and doesn't want to be reminded of it. You get that but still, it happened.

"I know and I appreciate that." she tells you, features twisting to a hurtful grimace as she suddenly looks away and takes a sharp breath.

You're not going to lie, she looks broken for some reason and you almost feel bad for her. And maybe you do because you suddenly get the urge to just let this conversation go.

"Thanks for apologizing," you mutter, clearing your throat as she looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "I'm still mad though." you inform her, not waiting for her response as you brush past her.

You walk straight towards Jungkook, his doe eyes already watching you with mere frowned and worried eyes. Undoubtedly, he watched your interaction from afar. He opens his mouth, probably voicing his thoughts, ready to question you about how it went but before he can do that, you're already cutting him off, silently telling him you just want to go home.

"Can we go, please?"

He closes his mouth, momentarily glancing at Kiko to check on her. She gives him a slight smile, his worries slightly drifting away before he looks at you and gives you a nod. Seokjin calls him over though, saying something about giving him keys just in case everyone will be asleep when he comes back. He won't come back that late but still, it's better for him to take the keys just in case.

"So, you're leaving huh?"

You don't hide your surprise at the sight of Hoseok approaching you, a small grin attached to his heart shaped lips.

"Thank your best friend for that," you blurt out, regretting it as soon as his grin drops and a frown settles on his face instead. Way to go, Y/N. "I didn't mean that." you add immediately, silently cursing at yourself once again.

You and Hoseok have been on good terms, ever since Jungkook got drunk and the two of you kind of talked. You remember hugging him to assure him everything between you two is in the past. Jungkook's drunk blubbering and him knocking on the car's window, telling Hoseok to not touch you is still one of the very remembered memories of Jungkook being drunk. He was so annoying back then.

Not that you weren't annoying while being drunk just last night. You didn't make it any easier for him.

You've come to the conclusion that Hoseok questioned you and Jungkook, quite justifiably because you dating was never a real thing, was just his way of being a best friend to Kiko. To see it from a different perspective is always different. If it was you and Jungkook, you know you'd act quite similar if not the same. He was protecting her, which you can't quite understand because she was the one who broke his heart. She was the one who cheated on Jungkook. Why the hell would he be so protective over her?

Maybe he's secretly in love with her. Even Jungkook wondered if he's the guy she cheated on him with. That would break his heart all over again. Hoseok is Jungkook's friend too.

"You did mean it," Hoseok says plainly, "You know, I don't agree with everything she's done. But she's not a bad person, I mean it."

"That's what every best friend would say." you point out, not really interested in him trying to persuade how Kiko is goody two shoes. Jungkook is doing a great job at that.

"Maybe, but I'm also honest with her. I've got her back because she's my best friend, doesn't mean I agree with everything she has done,"

You're surprised by the bluntness of his words. You wouldn't expect him to be so open with you all of a sudden.

"Isn't your friendship with Jungkook the same?"

It's like a slap to your face because he is right. And he knows that. Jungkook always has your back, no matter what. The same thing goes to you.

You were honest about him getting back to Kiko. You wanted him to see his own worth, protecting him just like any best friend would do. But at the end of the day, you've told him to follow his heart and if being with her again will make him happy, so be it. The decision has been solely up to him. The other thing is you, not being able to be friends with her, but you've talked about this to Jungkook.

Even though you showed and told Jungkook your opinion about her, you've always supported him and his decision. Especially after seeing him wanting her back so bad.

"I've everything, we can go," Jungkook's voice booms out a few meters away from you, his presence stopping beside you in seconds as he eyes you and Hoseok for a moment, a little frown decorating his face. "Everything okay?"

He sounds slightly cautious, maybe sensing the weird atmosphere between you and Hoseok even though you just stare at each other with unreadable gazes. Is everything okay? You're not interested in listening to how Kiko is not a bad person. She doesn't have to be, but people constantly reminding you as if you were the bad guy is getting on your nerves.

At the end of the day, you realize that Hoseok is her friend and sees things from another perspective, therefore your opinions and thoughts are different. You and Jungkook would most likely act the same, if it were you. But you're not in that position and you're not interested in trying to find an excuse for them or overly trying to understand them. Maybe you're selfish, but you've a right to have your own opinion based on your emotions and what happened.

"Yeah," Hoseok speaks up, voice cheerful all of a sudden while he responds to Jungkook, eyes staying on you. "I was just saying goodbye, sad to see you already leaving."

You're not sure if his words are even honest, it sounds to you almost as if he's purposely saying that. He was saying goodbye, but he certainly wasn't talking just about that. You both know that and he knows you won't say anything, his little smirk saying it all.

"Yeah, you really look sad." you mutter sarcastically, hearing Jungkook suck in breath as he grabs you by your shoulders, placing his palms there.

"Alright, bye Hobi hyung, we gotta go now." Jungkook chuckles almost nervously, turning you around in case you'd say something else.

You've a playful grin on your face when you turn your head to look at Jungkook, seeing him giving you an amused grin as he shakes his head at you. There is a scolding glint in his eyes but he doesn't comment on it, simply guiding you to your stuff where Jimin and Taehyung are already standing.

A few minutes later and you're still enveloped in Taehyung's arms as he clings to you like a little kid. Even Jimin's patience is running low when he calls him dramatic. Deep down you get a feeling Taehyung is doing it because he genuinely feels bad for you, knowing why you're feeling. He pities you because he knew how excited you were about this trip and now it's ruined for you.

So he acts like a little kid, hoping to at least distract you and make you laugh. But at the same time, this is Taehyung you're talking about and he does a lot of things that even he can explain.

"Okay, that's enough," Jungkook's patience runs low too when he sees the desperate look you give him. He takes matters into his own hands, separating you and Taehyung by grabbing your shoulders.

Taehyung pouts but lets you go, Jimin telling him to stop stalling you because you still have a long road ahead of you. For the last time, you wave at everyone and quickly walk out of the cabin with Jungkook to his car. He loads all of your stuff to his truck, ushering you to go sit into the car when you offer him your help. They're your bags anyway, but he just dismisses you and tells you to go into the car, saying you'll catch a cold.

He is right. It's freezing. It's cold even in the car but the air isn't as sharp as outside. You're met with a pleasant scent of leather seats and that typical scent Jungkook's car has when you finally sit down. Just as you're putting on your seatbelt, Jungkook joins you and ruffles his hair once he sits down, a couple of snowflakes slowly falling down his hair which makes you notice that it has started to snow.

He turns on the heating right away while turning on the engine, his hands being in an automatic mode as it's a second nature to him. You watch him, not understanding all those fancy buttons his car has even until this day, even though you like cars. It has so many functions, fancy functions, that made your head spin when Jungkook tried to explain everything to you when he showed you his new car.

As Jungkook puts his car into drive, driving out of its parking spot while you look outside, giving a last glance to the cabin before you make yourself more comfortable. There's still a light outside as snowflakes start to fall onto the windshield, Jungkook's turned on wipers wiping them away.

"You okay?" Jungkook speaks up, throwing you a quick glance before his eyes are on the road again.

He drives through the cabins, the same ones you admired when you first arrived here.

"Yeah," you answer, "I wonder if I should've stayed longer."

"I can still turn it around," Jungkook teases, chuckling when he sees your bulged out eyes and the panic in them. "I thought you wanna go home." he says more seriously, a genuine concern and curiosity laced with his voice.

"Yeah, I still want to," you assure him, "I just feel bad for you driving me this late."

"It's not even that late." Jungkook protests.

"You know what I mean," you roll your eyes playfully, "You'll come back late--"

"Ah," Jungkook groans, "Stop. Don't worry about me. I don't mind driving you home, I offered. I wouldn't have done that if I didn't wanna do it. Stop thinking of yourself as a burden. I can't believe we're having this conversation again."

He laughs but you know you must be annoying, you're just simply voicing out your thoughts. Your decision is not the smartest, not if you think about Jungkook and the fact he's the one who's driving you home when he's leaving tomorrow. It's not very practical when you think about it.

You let it go, enjoying the soft music that plays from the speaker while you both sit in silence admiring the beautiful snowy scenery around you.

"Hey, hey, you, you I don't like your girlfriend,No way, no way, I think you need a new one,"

One hour of ride already in and Jungkook is regretting letting you choose the music. He gives you a look with his brow raised, lips pursed in both amused and annoyed grin as you give him a sheepish look, stopping your singing.

"Do you want to tell me something?" he muses.

"Hm, I think you know," you smirk, "This wasn't on purpose though. I just played my old bops playlist and this song came on." you explain, chuckling at the ridiculous moment of this song playing.

It's true. Jungkook offered to pair your phone with his car, so you did. After singing a few of your favorite songs and having casual talks, you played one of your playlists that consists of older songs that you and Jungkook undoubtedly know. You had your fun singing Shakira, Rihanna, Chris Brown and Pitbull. They're a must-have in a playlist like this one.

"So..." he starts slowly, causing you to turn down the volume a bit as you stare at him curiously.

His eyes stay attached to the road, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other one plays with his button lip. His hair is getting longer, some of it getting into his face but he doesn't seem to mind too much, softly pulling it away every now and then.

The grey colored sweatshirt, oversized again because he has grown attached to that style of clothing over the years, makes him look cozy with his sweatpants. It looks like a lazy outfit but he definitely rocks it and barely has put any effort in it. It's definitely a different choice of outfit than the one he was wearing yesterday, but you still can't help but let your eyes linger on him for a little longer before his voice snaps you out of your ogling.

"She talked to you?"

"You're asking me as if you didn't know already." you chuckle, scoffing a little as you look out of the window for a moment. You've been on a highway for a while now, Jungkook's car driving smoothly and quietly amongst the countless other cars.

"But what did she say though?" he asks, ears perking as you glance at him with confused and furrowed brows.

"You don't know? Weren't you the one who sent her?"

"What? No," Jungkook answers, frowning a little. "She wanted to talk to you. I didn't tell her anything."

"Oh," you let out, genuinely surprised by the information. "She apologized." you answer, not letting yourself to think about it too much because there's no reason.

"Oh... that's it?" He looks dumbfounded for a moment, tilting his head to the side.

"What else do you wanna hear? I'm still angry at her," you shrug, cursing at yourself for sounding cold.

He's just asking after all and you're becoming huffy all over again. Jungkook knows that because the only reaction he has to that is a sigh. It'd be easier if he said something, at least you wouldn't feel kind of bad for sounding so harsh. Harsh but honest, you're trying to tell yourself.

"I appreciate her apologizing, I think she really didn't mean to say anything to Haneul," you start unsurely, "But it doesn't change anything. I'm mad, she had no right to say that to him. But I also realize that her telling him didn't affect how he reacted to it, you know?" you ask, voice softening with each sentence.

Jungkook nods, letting you share your thoughts with him as he gives you a space to think about it.

"I am angry because she said something she shouldn't have. I was supposed to tell him, it's my relationship and also my responsibility to tell him. But when I think about when I talked to Haneul, her telling him was the least of his concerns. He didn't even care what she told him, he cared more about me not telling him."

"Well, yeah but you said you were planning on telling him. Which I absolutely understand. You shouldn't feel too bad about it, Y/N. You've known him for how long? A month? He can't possibly think he has the right to know every detail of your life because you started dating him,"

You know that, but it's nice to hear someone else say it and confirm your own opinion about it. It's that extra support you need and whether Jungkook is saying it because he knows this or not, doesn't matter.

"And this isn't just some random stuff about you. You need your time too and he should've respected that."

Nodding, you silently agree with him while staring out of the window. You're not sure what else to say. You know Jungkook is right but you still feel bad. It doesn't change anything about what happened between you and Haneul. You're not innocent in this, you're acknowledging that you're hurt him and it makes you feel bad and guilty too. You just wish he could understand you more. And then what he said... you're too shocked to even know what you really want from him. Do you want to be with someone who has treated you like that? It has made you see him in a different light.

Shocked. That's how you feel about Haneul because you'd have never guessed the guy that was so sweet and charmed you, would ever say something like that. Some part of you understands him, just a tiny part that knows he just said it out of hurt and anger. At least you hope it was like that. But the rest of you just want to slap him and get all angry when you replay his words.

"That's why I need to talk to him. To get closure, see what I'm feeling."

"Do you love him?"

You almost gasp at the straightforward question, not expecting him to ask you that when you've barely finished your sentence.

Love. Have you ever been truly in love? You wouldn't know. With Haechan, you were so sure you loved him until you both felt like your relationship wasn't going anywhere. After you both settled on a mutual break-up, with no hard feelings, it made a lot of things easier. You've realized it probably wasn't love. Some part of you loved him, but it wasn't that kind of love everyone is dying to experience. You're sure of it.

With Haneul, you like him. You really like him a lot. Or you liked him? Your feelings are all over the place at the moment but one thing you're sure about is that it isn't love yet.

"I think it's too soon for me to say if I love him or not," you decide to say, speaking out your thoughts while Jungkook listens attentively.

That makes sense. Can you really be all in love with someone you've known for a month? As much as he kept you happy and you were positive this relationship is stronger than the one you had with Haechan, you know it's too soon to talk about anything related to love. You've wanted to see where it brings you. You've had a good feeling about him, about your relationship. But now? You're not so sure.

"I think I'd be able to, sometime in the future. And now, after what happened between us, I'm not even sure if I'm capable of that."

"Yeah, that makes sense..." Jungkook murmurs, "Once you love someone, you'll know."

That makes you scoff. It must be a nice feeling to be in love with someone. Everyone is saying you'll know that feeling naturally but here you are, questioning yourself and your own feelings. Deep down you know you've probably haven't fallen in love yet.

However, there are people who genuinely just like each other. Are married, have kids together but they don't love each other. You don't want that.

Deep inside you're a hopeless romantic. You want to fall in love, have kids with that person, build your future together and grow old. The thought of getting divorced after years of marriage, especially when you've a responsibility in the form of kids or some financial responsibilities, scares you.

Most family members in your own family are divorced. Even your ex–classmates and friends you no longer hang out with had divorced parents. Everytime you think about it, you're hit with a reality knowing the percentage of failed marriages or just relationships in general is increasing.

"When did you know you're in love with her?" you ask, glancing at Jungkook whose brows swiftly shoot up for a moment. He wasn't ready for that kind of question.

You don't remember having a conversation with him about this specific topic. He had a mature relationship with someone before Kiko, but according to his words it wasn't anything too serious. Shortly said, it wasn't someone Jungkook pictured his future with. But then she came and Jungkook went completely crazy for her. He could talk about her for hours, constantly checking his phone in case she texted him back.

From that moment you knew she's different from any other girl Jungkook was dating.

"At first I was completely smitten by her," Jungkook says, chuckling a little, sounding somehow nervous as he recalls his feelings at the beginning.

You don't judge him for it. You might not be very fond of her, but Kiko is beautiful. She's exactly Jungkook's type, they are perfect for each other – visually, of course. When he first showed you her picture, cheeks slightly red and a giddy smile on his lips, you weren't surprised to see someone beautiful.

"Then I just remembered that I knew that I love her. Whenever I thought about her, whenever I was with her... it's hard to describe it. I think I realized how much I truly love her when we started talking about our future. It was no longer just a relationship that happened in the beginning. We started discussing future plans, I wanted her to move in... but you know about that,"

You nod, trying not to grimace. If she wasn't stupid and didn't cheat, she'd probably live with him by now.

"And I still love her. I still get those sparks... I sound stupid but I still get those sparks of love, you know? That's why I wanted to try and give her a second chance. She hurt me, she really did but I love her too much to just give up without trying. I was wondering how I'll feel once we get back together and I still feel the same. The same love I've felt for her from the beginning,"

Even the little disgust you're currently feeling at the thought of Kiko, realizing how lucky she is, you're not stupid not to notice the honesty and vulnerability in Jungkook's voice. You're not sure if he has been this open about anything to anyone else that isn't you.

But you love moments like these – when the two of you are having deep talks full of honesty, vulnerability.

"Not gonna lie... we did take a few steps back after... you know what. But if I ever doubt my feelings for her or how I feel about all of it, I wouldn't go to this length."

"But your relationship had to change, even a little bit."

"Of course, it did," Jungkook agrees, "I love her, she loves me but I'm being more careful and aware now. I didn't invite her to spend Christmas with me and my family, and not just even that but also a lot of other things. We communicate a lot, that helps too."

"Communicating, uhm..." you mutter, raising your brow at him which he quickly catches as he lets out an embarrassed chuckle.

"Yeah, communicating," he agrees, scrunching his nose a little knowing what you're insinuating. "But the sex is great too but if I'm being honest, we no longer go r--"

"Ew," you cut him off, faking a gagging sound as he starts laughing at you while your face is scrunched in pure disgust. "You're disgusting. The last thing I wanna hear is your sex life with her. Ew, what the fuck, Kook."

"What, I thought we're talking!" he defends through laughing as you let out another set of 'Ews'.

"You don't have to be that open and honest, Jeon." you snap, scrunching your nose again.

"Like you weren't fucking while I was on the phone." he scoffs, not hesitating even a bit as you choke on your spit.

"That was--that wasn't-- it's your fault!" you exclaim, feeling the heat in your cheeks at the reminder of that.

"How is that my fault?" he scoffs, emphasizing the 'my' part as he shakes his head.

"You were the one who constantly kept calling me. We both know you'd keep doing that until I pick up, you're annoying."

"Uhm, uhm... excuses, excuses," he snickers, "But I'm glad you finally admit it."

"Admit what?"

"That you were, indeed, having sex while I was on the phone. You were very determined that you weren't when I asked you about that." Looking at him, you see the way his lips twitch in an amusement causing you to groan at him.

"Who even asks a person about such a thing?" you exclaim, "You're the weird one here. You were confronting me about it."

"Oh come on, I was just teasing you," he groans, silently cackling while you roll your eyes at him and huff in your seat. "You made it more fun though, kept lying and getting all frustrated because I called you out for it."

"You're awful," you comment, crossing your arms over your chest as you huff again. "I know how you sound when you're getting fucked." You mimic his deep voice, your body naturally shivering when you remember his exact tone when he said that to you.

"Because I know and I had to prove it since you were denying it," he deadpans, shrugging as you gape at him quickly growing embarrassed. "I said what I said."

"That's not what you say to your best friend." you argue, biting your lower lip as you stare at his hand instead of his face, eyes attached to his tattoos to distract yourself.

"You also don't fuck your best friend," he points out back, his name falling out of your mouth immediately as he chuckles. "Oh yeah, fuck, mhmmm-- that's hard to forget, sorry."

Your jaw falls to the floor, your eyes bulging out when you hear Jungkook mimicking your moans. "I don't sound like that!" you argue, slapping his arm but not hard knowing he's driving and it barely does anything, just makes him laugh even more at the distress in your voice.

Your cheeks burn, actually your whole body burns from embarrassment and maybe a little excitement too – which you'd rather not admit. You hate how much effect those memories with him have on you.

"Yeah, you do," he smirks, biting his lower lip as he cockily smirks at the road, purposely knowing you're seeing it anyway. "Nothing to be embarrassed about though."

"Okay, let's not talk about that," you quickly dismiss him, waving him off. "Fuck, I'll need a shot from this conversation when I get home."

Deep chuckle resounds in the car as you breathe out, fanning your face a little. "Didn't you say you're not going to drink for another couple of months?" Jungkook teases you, earning a side glare from you.

"That was before this conversation happened," you snap, "Not one shot, I need to get drunk."

Jungkook knows you're just joking, mainly being dramatic and he can't help but find you amusing. This is his specialty, teasing you and annoying you to the point you get all frustrated.

"Okay, but I'm not dealing with your drunk and brat ass again."

You feign a dramatic gasp, palm stretched on your chest as Jungkook looks serious, although you notice his lips twitching slightly. "I admit, I was kinda bad... but I apologized." You give him a crooked smile which he quickly looks at, shaking his head amusingly at you.

"Yeah, and I told you it's okay but I'd rather not repeat that any time soon." he jokes, not wanting you to get offended but you don't.

You know he's right, you really gave him a hard time yesterday and you kind of paid for it the next morning. You don't think your hangover has ever been that bad before. And you still feel bad. But surprisingly, he managed to take care of you even in your drunk and annoying state. As you replay the memories from last night, you're certain you were incredibly annoying and you wonder how the hell Jungkook put up with you.

You were acting stupid and you're embarrassed about a lot of things that night, one of them making you chuckle when you replay it. It feels like it hasn't happened but you know it did.

"What?" Jungkook breathes out a light chuckle, glancing at you when he hears you chuckle under your breath.

"No, nothing."

"Oh come on, don't do that." he whines, pouting a little as you roll your eyes and sigh.

"Fine," you tell him, his ears perking up as he attentively listens. "I just can't believe you spanked me. So embarrassing."

You're a little embarrassed to be so straightforward about this, especially when the two of you have a history that includes spanking. You don't want him to think it turned you on or something, you knew it wasn't meant like that. You're simply finding that moment funny, considering it was the only thing that helped.

"It was the only way to shut you up," he offers teasingly, "Glad it worked." he adds, poking a tongue into the inside of his cheek cockily as you flush even more.

Fuck, how long until you're home?

#bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #mutual help #personasintro

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know-its-for-the-better · 1 month

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taking care of a sick schlatt hcs

since the big guy is sick, but still streaming, here are some of the thoughts i’ve been having about what it would be like to take care of him as a partner (being extra parasocial today)

-he would be reluctant in accepting your care at first. a. he doesn’t want to get you sick bc then you will just both be miserable and he would rather take care of you b. he would hate to be the reason you start feeling bad c. he’s super protective over you and doesn’t want to see you sick it would make him sad

-however, after some compromising to make sure you don’t get yourself sick with his cold, he lets you begin to baby him

-in the morning, you wake up in the guest room, so the two of you don’t share too much of the same air (as much as it kills you to not be near him)but you go and make him breakfast before he wakes up

-as much as he bitches about not liking the taste of honey, you make him a special warm drink you think he will like containing whiskey, lemon, cinnamon, and just enough honey to help him, but not enough for him to notice. (a hot toddy, also known as the south’s cough syrup) this should help with his sore throat even though his morning voice combined with his sick voice and rasp makes him very hard not to kiss. it’s very sexy.

-once you know he’s awake you bring him his breakfast in bed with a smile on your face and a kiss on the napkin in your red lipstick that he loves so much. the two of you were usually very affectionate and the necessary distance has you losing it a little bit.

-once he’s awake he’s already back to work bc “the grind doesn’t stop baby” he says. but you are popping in every hour to make sure he doesn’t need any medicine, tissues, or water

-throughout his work day you are bringing him mandatory visits from jambo and [redacted] for snuggles that you can’t give him. you say “this cuddle is from me except it’s jambo bc you refuse to give me your sickness”

-you had the great idea of using the throat numbing spray(chloraseptic) you’d bought for other reasons… for it’s actual intended use. grabbing it from the bedside drawer you bring it to his office. “woah toots i appreciate you wanting to make me feel better, but i think that breaks our agreement on not getting you sick” he says. “nice try but i was thinking more about its medicinal use. open up and say ah.” you tell him as you spray it down his throat. “feel any better?” you ask. “no wonder you like this stuff so much! i can’t feel a thing and plus it tastes like cherries!” he says as he pokes at you

this next part is so long it is literally a one shot oops but i had the idea and ran with it! and it fits the theme!

-you tell him if he refers to blowing his nose as “blowing a load” on stream again there will be hell to pay. ofc he doesn’t care and does it anyway and you make him pay for it later on in the bedroom

end note: hello!! hope you enjoyed!! most of this is inspired by stuff he’s said on stream today and yesterday and the little interaction i had with him on todays stream (still freaking the fuck out over it btw. if you haven’t seen the clip i posted it on here. not to brag but i made the mf cackle)

#jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt hcs #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt x reader #schlatt hcs #schlatt headcanons #schlatt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt #schlatt fluff

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 4

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, hinting masturbation

Part 1

"This is my favorite outfit so far." Tatum clapped as you spun around. The outfit in question was a checkered skirt matched with a sleeveless mock turtleneck top. Thankfully the stockings you bought yesterday had yet to fail. You kicked up your white go go boot striking a pose for a laugh. "This whole style choice of yours is dick repellent." Randy said, opening up his granola bar. You snatched it from him taking a bite. "You'll have to give me some tips then because I'm pretty sure you get more dick than all of us combined. And that's including Stu so that says something." Stu pointed at you surprised at the sudden dig. "How'd you know?" He said making the group laugh harder. Randy grabbed his granola bar back not caring you had just eaten part of it. You laid down on the concrete resting your head on Randy's lap.

"Since when did you two get so close?" Stu asked knowing about how hostile yesterday was. "Since I found out she's a lesbian." Randy joked. Billy looked at you seemingly to give the idea some thought. "She can do whatever she wants to it's a free country, as long as she invites me to watch." Stu said and Tatum shook her head. "Me and Randall here made up in 2nd period. He's not so bad when he's not babbling on about shitty horror movies."

Randy stands up knocking your head forward. "Okay which is better Texas Chainsaw Massacre the 1974 original or Aliens the 1979 original?" Billy scrunched up his nose like that was even a question. "Texas Chainsaw Massacre no contest." Billy spoke and Stu echoed his answer. Even Tatum put her two cents in. "Leather face is in Texas Chainsaw Massacre right?" Stu nodded. "Oh then that movie." Everyone looked at Sydney to give the last answer. "Don't look at me I haven't seen either of them." Billy laid back down mimicking your position.

"Aliens is by far a better choice because-" Stu started throwing grapes at him not missing a single shot. "Booooo!" You laughed at Stu happy to know the crowd agreed with you. "Told ya." You chimed as Randy sat back down. "What are you two doing tonight?" Sydney asked Stu and Billy. "Probably chill at my place, watch some movies. Why you wanna come?" She shook her head. "I was just curious." Sydney said picking at her nails. "Welp I'm going to split. If I don't see ya have a good weekend." You waved them off as you went back into the school. Walking the halls you headed towards the nearest bathroom.

You propped your purse up on the sink pulling a compact out. Funny enough the bags under your eyes seemed softer than they've been in months. "You sure are in a good mood today." Billy said as Stu locked the door. You jumped at his voice clutching imaginary pearls. "Did we scare you?" Stu asked leaning on Billy. "What gave it away Sherlock?" You closed the compact sliding it back in your purse. "You two shouldn't be in here." Stu bent down to check under the stalls. "Relax we're the only ones here." He said standing back up. "Still, being a girl in a bathroom with two guys that have girlfriends isn't really a good look for me."

"It's not like we're going to have our way with you." Billy watched your body tense up at Stu's words. "Unless you'd want that of course." You were uncomfortable. You'd like to say you trusted them but you'd only known them for 3 days. "Lay off man." Billy shrugged his friend arm off his shoulder before talking again. "We just came in here to ask about tonight. I'm running by the video store after school, what movie do you want to watch?" You calmed down just a little seeing Stu smile at you. It was genuine not one with two meanings behind it.

"Any movie? Or are you wanting horror movies?" Stu hopped up sitting on the sink. "We're watching Christine first." Billy looked at him then back to you. "Whatever you want to watch." It was a risk. He wouldn't sit though some boring ass chick flick. Not even for you. He's seen one too many with Sydney. "Have you seen Ferris Bueller's day off?" Both the boys shook thier head. "Are you being serious? It's one of the best movies ever." You said shocked. They highly doubted that but they let you have your moment.

You and the boys made plans for tonight. Billy would stop by the video store to pick up Christine, Ferris Bueller's day off, and he refused to tell you what he picked out. Saying "it's a surprise." You volunteered to cook dinner. They argued saying they could live off popcorn but you wouldn't allow it. Anyone staying at your house would be having a home cooked meal. Stu was simply bringing himself and a deck of cards.

The bell rang and you quickly shoved your school supplies in your locker leaving them for the Monday to come. "Are you ready to have your mind blown?" Stu's hands blew away from his head as he stuck his tongue out faking an explosion. "I doubt your little movie is that good. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Stu tried to hold hands with you which you quickly shut down. "If you're worried about Tatum and Syd they're both already gone. Dewy picked them up." You were worried about them. You were also worried about that giddy feeling crawling back up your chest. "I'm not worried I'm appalled. I'm not some cheap whore you know?" You walked backwards for a second to catch his reaction.

"I'm well aware of that Ms. Crocker." The two of you cracked jokes and had playful banter as you made it to your car. "Do I get to pick music this time?" With the puppy like expression on his face he already knew your answer. "Sure but you're not going to like the options." You both slid into the car, Stu going straight for the glove box. "Elvis, Beatles, Boston, the Bee Gees? Really?" You looked at him with a smile. "Don't shit on the Bee Gees." You said holding back a laugh. The car pulled out of the parking lot heading straight to your place. "I care about you but we've got to do something about this." He held up a Carpenters tape with a look of shame on his face. "Most of these aren't even mine okay?" He simply hummed with doubt.

"Whatever you say Betty." He grabbed one tape pushing it into the tape deck. "This, I can get behind." He said confident in his selection. "What'd you pick-" Stu's finger rested on your lips. "Shh let it play." You swatted his hand away with a smile. Space Oddity began playing to your surprise. "I learn something new about you everyday." You said as he began singing the words as horribly as he could. He might be a little on the annoying side but he sure could make you laugh. At some point you chimed in. You both sang the songs together laughing at each other back and forth. Stu wasn't so bad.

"Put the tape back where you got it." He said "yes ma'am" as he slid it back into the glove compartment. You clicked the garage door open and slowly pulled your car in. The car became quiet once you pulled out the key. You closed the garage door, you and Stu hopping out at the same time. "Make sure to take your shoes off before you go in." You slipped off your boots carrying them inside. "Just bring your shoes up to my room." Stu didn't want to fuck this up but you made it too easy for him to make jokes. "You're taking me to your bedroom?" He said as cheesey as humanly possible. Before you could come up with a snarky response he pushed you out of the way.

"Holy shit this place is ugly!" Your face dropped as you closed the garage door. "I love it!" He exclaimed walking to the kitchen. "Is that a compliment?" You asked genuinely confused. Stu paused for a moment sniffing the air. "What is that smell?" You chuckled at his concern. "It's the pot roast." Confusion painted his face. "You started cooking this morning?" You smiled sheepishly. "Well yeah I knew you two were coming over." He might've just fell in love with you. "Come on let's put our shoes up and get dinner done before Billy gets here."

Stu looked all around not being able to look at one thing for too long. "Woah this is your room?" He admired the posters on your wall first. "The one and only." You grabbed his shoes sitting them up on the rack next to yours. "You like these movies?" He asked like you had them up there just to start conversations. "Of course I like them. That's kinda why I bought the posters."

Stu had to revaluate everything he thought about you. "You know your place reminds me of Dazed and Confused." You lit up at the name. "Oh my God I love that movie!" Stu took a second to really look at you. He thought you were hot from the second he saw you. That feeling hasn't changed any but there's definitely more to it. "I saw it in theaters like 4 times. You know you don't have such bad taste after all." You fake gasped. "I have amazing taste you just wait."

"Speaking of taste I've got to get started on dinner." He followed you to the kitchen with a question. "Isn't it already done?" He must not cook a lot. "The roast is yes but I've got to make mashed potatoes to go with it. Oh and do you want Macaroni and cheese or green beans?" He was definitely in love with you. "Why are you doing all this?" He asked his voice kind of sad. Stu really hadn't been a priority or even cared for, for a very long time. "Because you and Billy are my guests and I'll be damned if you leave here without having a good meal. Now Mac and cheese or green beans?"

Billy pulled into the driveway slowly as to not attract attention. It would be his ass if Sydney and Tatum saw his car over at your house. Before he could knock he stopped to listen to the sound of your laughter paired with Stu's. It was a pleasant sound but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. His knuckles made contact with the wood alerting you and Stu both. "I'll get it. Keep stirring the mashed potatoes so they don't stick." Billy knocked once more. He wasn't very patient. "I'm coming!" You opened the door waving Billy inside. "Where's your coat it's freezing out there?" It was then he realized he left his jacket in the car. There was no way that unbuttoned flannel and white t-shirt was providing him any warmth.

"Hey buddy!" Stu waved from the kitchen. "I need you to open the garage so I can pull my car in." You made a stirring motion to Stu noticing he stopped. "Yeah give me one sec." You said to Billy as you opened the door to the garage. Clicking the button on the wall the door slowly lifted up. "Thanks babe." He said as he walked to his car. "Babe?" You whispered as your chest grew tight. "Betty help it's bubbling!" Stu shouted your nickname. You shook your head walking back into the house. "The heats too high." Slowly you turned the knob and the bubbling stopped. "Have you tried some yet?"

"No." He said but the small dot of mashed potatoes on his nose said other wise. Your thumb swiped off the food from his face and he knew he'd been caught. You wiped your hands on your apron. "Was it good?" He dipped his finger in the pot pointing it towards you. "Try it." He tried to smear it on your face but you wouldn't let him. "No!" You shouted with a laugh running around the kitchen. Stu chased you around the table laughing as much as you were. "What is going on? I can hear you all outside." Billy asked as he shut the door to the garage. "You really wanna know?" Stu asked.

It was too late. Now Stu chased Billy leaving you to laugh at both of them. "Get near me and I'll bite your fucking finger off Macher I mean it." You were belly laughing at this point. "Okay guys calm down the foods done. Billy, the plates are up there can you set the table?" Without a response he grabbed the plates. "Stu can you get the silverware? It's in that drawer." You pointed to the wood cabinet. "On it." Stu grabbed one of everything sitting them on the placemats next to the plates Billy sat down. You were busy moving the mac and cheese into a pyrex dish. "Someone sit this on the table." Billy and Stu both jumped to help nearly knocking the hot food out of your hands.

You awkwardly laughed at the silence. "Don't worry I've got another one." You handed Billy the glassware, quickly filling another one up with mashed potatoes to give to Stu. "I've got iced tea, lemonade, soda and water." You opened the fridge showing them what you had. "I'll have Dr. Pepper." Stu said and you handed him the glass bottle. "Billy for you?" Both the boys looked flushed. "What's that at the bottom shelf?" Stu pointed. You bent down seeing a bottle of Coke.

Unbeknownst to you every time you bent over the tops of your thigh high stockings were on display. Billy's eyes followed the black line from your ankles all the way to the little black bow at the top. Stu looked over at Billy trying to read his mind. "It's Coke. Did you want this instead?" You asked. "I'll take that." Billy grabbed it from your hand. "Let me get you two the bottle opener." You pulled out the drawer grabbing the opener and tossing it to Billy. "Where's your bathroom?" Stu asked politely. "Down the hall and to the left." With speed he left the Dr. Pepper on the table and practically sprinted to the bathroom.

"What's his problem?" You asked Billy. He only shrugged. Although he knew exactly what his problem was. It was the same problem he was starting to have. Billy sat down at the dinner table popping the lid off of his bottle. "Thank you." His was quiet but not silent. "You're welcome. It's the best I can do. Do you want your roast on top of your mashed potatoes or separate?" He thought about it for a second. "Separate is fine." You nodded grabbing his plate from the table. You put a good amount of roast and vegetables on his plate before sitting it back down in front of him. "Smells good."

"Let's just hope it tastes good." You laughed. "But thank you. Stu helped quite a lot actually." That was surprising. Living with Stu, he got take out 5 days a week and the other days they barley ate at all. Neither Billy or Stu cooked. Not for lack of trying on Billy's end. You placed a spoon in the mashed potatoes and in the Mac and cheese before fixing you a glass of water. You sat it down on the table picking up Stu's plate. Once he had a good amount you put his plate back where you got it.

"Is he coming?" The question almost made Billy laugh. With the Coke bottle up to his lips he said "Probably." The joke went clear over your head. In the meantime you hung your apron up and sat the salt and pepper down on the table. "There you are. I thought you fell in." You smiled and he returned it. Billy's eyes found Stu's having a silent shameful conversation. The last thing you did before sitting down was fix your own plate. While you put food on your plate Stu went ahead and grabbed his fork. Before he could eat Billy kicked him under the table. "Ow!"

"The bowl's hot." Billy made an excuse for his friends outburst. You went back to what you were doing as the two had a conversation. "Wait for her." Billy mouthed. Stu's lips formed an 'o' as he understood what he meant. You finally sat down with them finishing putting food on your plate. They both waited patiently for you to take the first bite. "Do you think I poisoned it?" You asked wondering about their odd behavior. "No but you cooked it so you should get to eat first." There it was again that giddy feeling. "Oh..." You said with a smile.

You had never seen two people eat so much. It made you think they'd never had food in their lives. Both bowls were completely empty and the poor crockpot looked like it'd seen hell before. "That was the best damn food I've ever had." Stu exclaimed. "Thank you, Y/n." He said grabbing your hand on the table. "You're welcome. If there's one thing I can do it's cook." Billy's head laid on his crossed arms on top of the table. "Is he dead?" You whispered to Stu. Your hand rubbed Billy's back slowly hoping he wasn't sick. "You alright?"

"I can't move." He mumbled against the table cloth. You bit your lip trying not to laugh. Billy sat up his head falling back over the kitchen chair. A moan left his lips from how much he ate. Stu saw the way you straightened up in your chair. Your eyes raked over Billy's exposed neck. His adams apple on prominent display. "Damn." Billy sat up looking at you. "What's wrong?

"Huh?" You asked furrowing your brows. "You said 'Damn' like something was wrong." Stu really couldn't help but laugh. "What's funny shit face?" He asked his giggly friend. "Oh nothing. Leave the dishes I'll clean them up." Billy rolled his eyes. In all his years being friends with him he had never once seen Stu clean a dish. "You don't have to do that I'll do them later after you guys go home."

Home? That thought never crossed either of their minds. They didn't want to go "home." "Listen I love hanging out with you both but I seriously can't have two grown men in my house staying the night that I barley know. What if you robbed the place?" That was your concern. Billy smiled at the innocent worry. "Then you'd get what we stole back monday at school. Don't you have a guest room we could stay in?" You did but it was used as a junk room now. There's no way you could clean it out tonight. They could stay in your dad's room but considering that's were the guns are you'd rather not. "Do you even have something to change into if you were to spend the night?"

Stu jumped from the table going to grab his bag. "I brought mine and Billy's clothes." You put your head in your hands as you groaned. "Fine but you're both sleeping on my bedroom floor." If that's what the rules were then so be it but they knew how easily they could bend them.

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Part 5

A/N: I haven't proofread this yet so I apologize from any misspellings. I'll be going through it again tonight. Hope everyone's enjoying it so far!

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