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justash02 · 4 years

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To you feeding them for the first time~

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A/n: omg I just got my eternity album and I pulled a Tae card :0

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Yeonjun;

he didn’t think much of it, he was used to getting fed by his friend, but started to feel embarrassed when his friend teased him about it.

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They were filming a new MV so you thought you would be the understanding and caring partner you are and bring them some crispy chicken. When you walked in you were greeted by your very hunger boyfriend.

He softly pecked your cheek before grabbing the bag of food out of your hands and ran over to the rest, giggling.

You laughed at how silly he was acting as he started humming, nubbling onto his food. You walked over him and grabbed one of the chicken pieces, he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me onto his lap.

You felt your stomach explode with butterflies as he did, you’ve only been dating for a month now so it’s was all new for the two of us. You noticed that you’ve been holding the piece of chicken of a while now and that it was getting slightly cold.

You reached over to your boyfriend and fed him the chicken, he looked into your eyes as he took a bite, you felt speechless as you felt his eyes on you, he looked so good with his eye make up-

When you saw that Jun was about to say something the rest of the boys started whistle, praising Yeonjun. You saw his face turn as red as yours. He quickly hid his face into your shirt making you blush even more.

“Aish, such a dork.”

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Soobin;

he thought it was cute, he loved getting babied like that and when you fed him he felt like he would melt right on the spot

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You were out eating with him because the two of you just finished your last exam of this year and you both did really well, you did well because of him.

Your teacher told you you needed help with math so he asked you if you knew someone who could help you. And your mind immediately went to you incredible smart boyfriend.

Because of him you passed so you wanted to get him a nice surprise, you didn’t tell him what you were gonna do so when you both were done with school you took him to a restaurant where you had been before.

“Do they have Tteokbokki?” Was the first thing he said, you laughed and nodded, you grabbed his hand and walked inside. The woman working there remembered you from your earlier visits so she got you a nice seat for you and your boyfriend.

You went to sit in front of him but he stopped you, “Sit next to me, jagi.” You smiled brightly before doing what he asked, as soon as you did he placed his hands onto your thigh and started making the food.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as he did, you intertwined your fingers together before bring his hand up to your lips, kissing it gently.

He looked over at you, blushing before smiling brightly. Soon was done making the Tteokbokki and took the chopsticks in his hand.

He started stuffing his face with the small rice cakes making you smile, you looked around the room seeing a couple sitting across from you.

The girl leaned over to her boyfriend and fed him a rice cake before sharing a cute kiss, I looked over at soobin before smiling, you reached over to the pan and took a rice cake in between your chopsticks.

You hesitated before raising the ricecake close to soobins mouth, he looks at the ricecake before biting it off. You felt a smile grow on your lips as he did, He blushed a deep red as he looked back at you.

He leaned down and gently pecked my lips, “thank you jagi.” He whispered.

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Beomgyu;

When he saw you give soobin a bite he got jealous and decided to make you flustered in the best way possible.

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He called you when you were just about to have lunch, you sighed as you put everything back into the frigde and made your way over bighit.

On your way there you decide to just get some food because you were starving and you felt awkward if you had to eat their food that the staff had bought for them.

You soon got to bighit after you had picked up your bread and walked inside, “Hey Y/n!” Kai yelled as he came running at you with full speed, you laughed as he hugged you shortly, “hey, is that bread-“

“Bread?!” You heard the leader say as he got up from the couch and ran over to you, “Can I please have a bite, Y/n/n?” He said with puppy eyes. You smiled and nodded before reaching higher up to soobin since he’s such a freaking giant.

Soobin took a bite out of it and started dancing happily before returning to his seat to get his make up touched up, before you could ask how Kai’s day was you felt two arms wrap themselfs around your waist.

A mop of blond hair came into sight as you felt a head rest onto your shoulder, “You’re gonna feed Soobin Hyung but not me?” Your boyfriend asked with a pout, you looked down and smiled at how cute he was acting.

You turned around in his grip and went to feed him but he grabbed the bread from you, ‘Ok?’ You thought as he saw his rip off a piece, a big piece at that.

He smirked before making you take a bite, you frowned but did as he wanted because.. well, he’s beomgyu. But as soon as you did he leaned down and also took a bite making your lips brush against each other.

You quickly covered up your red face making beomgyu smirk even more, “I’m going to be only one you feed, baby.” He whispered as he softly pecked your cheeks before leaving, leaving you a flustered mess.

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Taehyun;

(A/n: ok so I couldn’t find a Taehyun eating gif so... here’s him drinking)

He wouldn’t think he would like it so he never brought it up, but when you wanted to try he knew he couldn’t get you to change your mind about it.

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Tae never seemed to have time anymore, you felt sad that even after months you didn’t get used to him being an idol.

Tae saw this, he felt bad and decided to surprise you with a movie night with loads of nice food. As he brought you in he saw the way your eyes lit up with pure happiness making him melt right on the spot.

You two were having a movie night and you decided to watch a drama together, you two were cuddling up on the couch as the doorbell rang.

Taehyun was about to stand up but you were quicker as you raced over to the door, Tae felt himself smile at your childish behavior, he could take it well from you.

He watched you waddle back to the couch and place the bag of food into the table, he softly pecked your cheek before unwrapping everything out of the box.

He handed over you plate of sushi and sat back watching the drama, later into the drama he watched as the female lead was acting cute with the male lead by feeding each other.

Tae silently gagged into his mind as he made a disgusted face, he didn’t see the need to be all lovey dovey, like yeah, he liked kisses and cuddles but somethings just go over the top.

You smirked at your boyfriend but he didn’t seem to notice, he was too busy making a disgusted face. You grabbed the sushi and reached over to him.

“Oppa~” he shot you a look making you almost run away. Woah, okay... you pouted before shaking you hand a little making him notice the sushi.

“No.” Was his only answer, “Pleaseee~ I promise I’ll never bother you again! I just wanna know what it’s like.” You whined at him, he sighed deeply before looking at you.

He felt his heart starting to beat faster but he didn’t understand why, was he nervous? Did he secretly like that you wanted to feed him- no, he would never, right?

He rolled his eyes before letting you feed him the sushi, he felt his whole face burn like it was on fire as you happily did you happy dance.

“Aish... stop it you, punk.” He said flustered as he hid his face in his hands, maybe he doenst hate it that much.

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Kai;

Like soobin he loves being babied by you, he felt loved when you did and would never stop you from feeding him, even if it’s just sharing your lolly pop.

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“Kai! Can we get this one?” You said as you pointed to a cherry lolly pop, Kai looked over at the price before grabbing into his pocket, “I only have enough for one.” He said.

You pouted, you forgot your card and Kai gave his to soobin who ran off with the rest of the boys, “it’s fine. we can share, right?” You felt your face burn as you thought about it, it would be like having a indirect kiss-

“Hello? Earth to Y/n?” Kai said as he waved his hands in front of your face, “Come on, we’ve done that countless of time before starting to date, isn’t it suppose to be normale now?” He asked as he walked over to the cashier pulling you with him.

“Have a nice day.” The girl told us, we both bow before walking back outside, “Here.” He said as he wanted over to lolly pop, you tried to open it before couldn’t, you scrunched up your nose making Kai smiling lovingly at you. God you were perfect...

He smiled as he gently took the lolly from you and opened it up without struggling, your mouth fell open at this making him laugh, “You only got that because I loosened it up for uou.”

“Sure, babe.” He popped the lolly into his mouth, soon he pulled it back out and handed it over to you, “yah, arent I suppose to be the only flustered?”

#txt reactions #txt yeonjun #txt huening kai #txt taehyun #txt beomgyu #txt soobin #txt x you #txt x reader #txt #soobin x reader #yeonjun x reader #taehyun x reader #beomgyu x reader #huening kai x reader

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gwoongi · 4 years

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(abandoned) i don’t want it at all

jeon jeongguk / reader genre: sugar baby au, sugar-babies-scamming-the-same-daddy-au rating: mature themes words: 2.3k warnings: sugar babies a/n: i would have liked 2 finish this one and maybe i will one day but for now here is the incomplete first draft that makes me laugh still

His dorm for first year had been a prison-cell-box with a broken window and bunk beds, the stale smell of farts from his roommate who insisted on top-bunk and made his evenings and early mornings absolute hell- but hey, he’s getting a fancy degree at the end, so it’s worth it, right? Jeongguk’s not sure if it’s worth it anymore.

(1)

Jeongguk was broke.

It was his own fault - that’s the price you pay for enrolling in University, studying something he probably doesn’t actually need but loves. It’s all fine and dandy studying Music until he realises that famous musicians don’t become famous because they got a degree. Ask any musician how they made it big and they’ll reply with good luck and hard work, not some fancy degree that means nothing unless you’ve got the talent to be successful. Well shit, now it’s in perspective, Jeongguk’s spending all this money on a degree that’s probably not going to make a difference when the time comes.

Now he has a part-time job at a random pizza takeaway that makes no money because Dominoes opened up across the street a few weeks ago, and he’s barely making enough to buy him more than two packets of instant noodles at a time. His dorm for first year had been a prison-cell-box with a broken window and bunk beds, the stale smell of farts from his roommate who insisted on top-bunk and made his evenings and early mornings absolute hell- but hey, he’s getting a fancy degree at the end, so it’s worth it, right? Jeongguk’s not sure if it’s worth it anymore.

This evening, the library is fairly quiet. Across the stacks are small candles inside black lanterns, a Harry Potter-esque vibe filling the room as the clock rolls into ten. Jeongguk loves when the school year ends, because for the past week, it’s only been the sad and broke music kids doing exams, meaning the library is virtually empty now that everybody else has finished up. Jeongguk’s last exam was yesterday. Huffing out a sigh that turns one of the only other heads in the library in his direction, he stretches his arms up over his head and arches his head backwards.

“Where’re you going over summer?”

Yoongi is another sad and broke music student, a third-going-fourth year who met Jeongguk in the music society during Jeongguk’s first weekend at University. Leaning his chair back on two legs, he throws a paper ball into the air and catches it, not even looking at Jeongguk as he talks to him.

Jeongguk shrugs in reply, tapping his nails against his laptop. “Dunno. Home, I guess.”

“Any plans?” Yoongi asks. “Wanna go to Lollapalooza?”

“Can’t afford it,” Jeongguk sighs, as Yoongi forces out a, “me neither” in between a chortled laugh. “And I don’t know. Probably going to have to get another job.”

“Good,” replies Yoongi, yawning loudly. “You can’t keep working at that shithole. I’m your only friend, and even I go to Dominoes instead of where you work.” As an afterthought, he looks at Jeongguk with a small frown, “sorry.”

Shaking his head in reply, Jeongguk slumps in his chair and sighs once again. Yoongi’s just suddenly put it all into perspective for him; Yoongi’s his only friend, he works a job that barely puts a meal onto his plate, and it’s not going to get any easier.

The ball in Yoongi’s hand begins to bounce again and Jeongguk glances over at the student librarian, who buries her head into the crook of her elbow and sleeps her way through her night-shift. It’s only Jeongguk, Yoongi and four others in the library right now; none of them are reading, none of them are doing anything particularly productive. Two students are tucked into an alcove pouring wine quite openly into small glasses with a board of chess unfolded out on the table, the others on computers, wishing the night away. Jeongguk just doesn’t want to go back to his dorm, to where his roommate and his loaded to the brim stomach of Chinese food and unhealthy diets is waiting for him.

“You planning on staying here all night again?” questions Yoongi. He probs his feet up onto the partitioner under the table, accidentally kicking Jeongguk’s ankle in the process. “Sorry,” he adds.

“Yep,” Jeongguk replies, popping the ‘p’. “I’d literally rather sleep on the boys changing room floors than go back to my dorm.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “That’s disgusting, don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m being deadass,” Jeongguk insists, his eyes blown wide. “Want to swap dorms for the night? Ten dollars and you’ll be dry heaving in the hallway before midnight.”

“I’ll pass. Either way, you know my apartment is always open for you,” Yoongi reminds him. “You’ve got a key. Come by once you’ve finished whatever it is you’re doing. My wifi’s out.”

Another sigh. Jeongguk’s not defeated his boredom yet, the twitch in his fingers to do something still there. If he goes to Yoongi’s apartment now, he’ll just annoy him with the need to do something energetic, and Jeongguk knows best that Yoongi values his quiet time on an evening.

“Okay. Well, I’ll stay here for a little bit, and come by when I’m done,” Jeongguk says, stifling a yawn that would otherwise expose the fact that he’s absolutely knackered. “I won’t make a sound.”

“You will, you always do, I just pretend not to notice because I love you.” Yoongi says I love you with a disgusted face, sticking his tongue out with a fake gag that Jeongguk knows just proves how much he cares. Yoongi’s good like that, the more subtle type of loving older brother that Jeongguk’s been deprived of all his life. “Don’t stay out too late.”

“Won’t.”

Yoongi picks himself up and irons the aches out of his shoulders. “Cool. Stay safe and smart, Guk.”

“I can’t do both,” he sighs sadly, and Yoongi collects his bag and affectionately throws the paper ball at Jeongguk’s head. It bounces off and lands near one of the bookshelves. Neither picks it up, and Yoongi leaves the library. It dawns on Jeongguk three minutes after Yoongi leaves him that he’s actually really fucking lonely. Add that to the big long list of things Jeongguk is this year: friendless, broke, sad and lonely. God, he needs a hobby.

He also needs money. Very badly. After opening his phone and banking app and realising that he’s so close to slipping into the red, Jeongguk refrains from spending what he has left on something fried and takeaway and opens Google. One click, a few types: How to make money fast. Google will know what to do.

Jeongguk scrolls. Take online surveys and get paid NOW! No. Review apps and earn money! Not enough phone memory to download an app to review it, he scrolls down. Lonely AND Horny? Get yourself a Sugar Daddy TODAY! Oh? He’s listening.

The blog that opens up as he clicks the link is somebody’s personal blog, the title in a gross and thick font that Jeongguk almost can’t read. They talk a while about why you shouldn’t become a sugar-baby, but Jeongguk remembers that one time Tana Mongeau did a storytime on how she had a Daddy and got a lot of money, and Jeongguk’s got assets. He’s smart, has abs on a good day, and his dick isn’t half bad looking. That’s what Yooa had said to him, anyway. Finally, there’s a hyperlink to Seeking Arrangements, and Jeongguk feels kind of overwhelmed.

At least once in their lives, everybody’s thought about being a Sugar Baby. Jeongguk definitely has, all the damn time when he’s sitting around at work doing nothing because they’re about as busy as one can expect for a pizza place with two stars and a rival Dominoes parallel from the front. He’s even read about experiences, where people meet their daddies or mommies on the streets or through apps- and there was even that one crazy story about somebody’s Principal becoming their sugar Daddy, or something, he can’t quite remember. Regardless, Jeongguk’s entertained this thought before.

He looks down at himself. If he really tried his best, he could be kind of good at it. Without sounding conceited, Jeongguk’s good looking. What lets him down at school is the fact that he always dresses lazily and ignores people, rejects requests to go out and then complains to Yoongi about not having friends who hang out with him. All he needs is to fix his appearance, upload his best photographs, and he could secure the bag quite easily.

Jeongguk fills in the boxes and makes an account. petkoo is what he decides to name himself, and he picks his best selfie off Instagram as an icon. He leans back, as if a look from far away will change the way it looks. It’ll do. Luckily for him, he’s into men and women, and it just so happens that American men are both the dumbest and easiest to please. Suddenly, he’s excited, his leg bouncing under the table until he hits his knee and stops. The student librarian raises her head quickly, afraid that a member of staff’s come in to supervise. They haven’t, and so she drops her head again. Ten fifty three, ish. Jeongguk blinks sleepily.

All that’s left to do is get his account verified, and life will be forever changed.

(He hopes).

(2)

Yoongi’s apartment is off campus, about fifteen minutes away if he’s walking. It’s small, but significantly bigger than Jeongguk’s dorm on campus, and decorated with whites and creams, big and open windows letting in golden light, when the time’s right. It’s the type of apartment you saw online, on Tumblr posts or in movies, looking like a perfect backdrop - sometimes, Jeongguk can’t believe that Yoongi lives here, and wakes up every morning to the view of the city below his window, power lines like train tracks connecting houses, dangling fairy-lights on the trelacing of his across-the-street-neighbour’s rooftop.

That being said, Jeongguk technically lives here, too. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s actually stepped foot in his dorm at the same time as his roommate; he only goes in there to collect things one at a time. Today, for example, he had dropped by to empty out his small and pathetic wardrobe and put it inside one suitcase, wheeling it right up to Yoongi’s front door with a bright smile that Yoongi couldn’t say no to. His couch in the living room was Jeongguk’s comfortable bed when it wasn’t cold and when it was, Yoongi would huff and offer an invite into his bed, because he loves Jeongguk like he’s his baby brother, and it would suck if he died from pneumonia, or something. He said that to Jeongguk once. Jeongguk smiled for ten minutes afterwards.

Harry Potter plays on TV, the fourth movie because it’s Jeongguk’s favourite and Yoongi’s a sick man who can’t say no. It’s around five, and Jeongguk’s literally been holed up in Yoongi’s apartment the entire day. The most sunlight that he got was when he walked out of Yoongi’s house to take the trash out, and even then, the bin was in the shadows and the sun never touched his skin once. He can see the sunlight through the window, which technically counts. Yoongi cringes and takes away a plate from the coffee table.

“You’re allowed to stay at my place, as long as you clean up after yourself,” he says with a huff. His nose upturns with a scrunch, “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“By choice!” Jeongguk adds, pulling a thread out from his sock. “They’re too much hard work.”

“You’re just fucking lazy,” Yoongi points out. He dumps the plate in the sink and comes back to Jeongguk. “You know that, don’t you?”

There’s a silence. Then a sigh, “Yeah.”

Jeongguk loves staying at Yoongi’s place, especially when Yoongi is feeling particularly soft and lets Jeongguk do whatever he wants, given he’s not going to get Yoongi a noise complaint in the morning. The movie continues to play undisturbed, the sight of Beauxbatons’ carriage swooping over towards the runway leaving Jeongguk with an open-mouthed smile on his face and Yoongi folds his arms, burying himself further into the sofa. On the coffee table, Yoongi’s laid out some snacks, both his phone and Jeongguk’s laying down flat because it’s supposed to keep Jeongguk distraction free, even though he’s the type of friend to never be on his phone around his friends unless he absolutely needs to be.

Another huff is in Yoongi’s mouth, begging to be huffed out. Over on the coffee table, Jeongguk’s phone lights up with his lock screen of Sansa Stark blurred out by a notification, the ringer on loud. Attention is pulled from Dumbledore to the light, Jeongguk’s brows lifting with interest but his eyes immediately back on the TV.

“Yoongi,” he calls out, and Yoongi glances over, “can you see who it’s from?” Could be his Mom, it could be important.

The huff is released. “Come into my house and boss me around…” Yoongi mutters under his breath and reaches for Jeongguk’s phone, pressing the home button to read the notification. He’s silent for a long moment, and Jeongguk’s so enthralled in the movie that he doesn’t notice, not until Yoongi looks at Jeongguk with a confused and funny look, his top lip curled to his nostrils as he blurts: “Why the hell are Seeking Arrangements telling you you’re profile’s ready?”

Jeongguk looks away so fast from the television that Yoongi’s almost frightened. His eyes are wide and twinkling, “They’ve finished it?”

“What the fuck.”

“Gimme!” Jeongguk splutters, his hand diving towards his phone urgently. “Bro...it’s been like, five days.”

Yoongi is bewildered. “Why do you have an account? What-why-when…?”

“I don’t know, I need money and I thought it would be funny,” Jeongguk shrugs. His thumb moves quickly across his phone screen. “I can’t believe they’re done. I’m gonna be rich, Yoongi.”

“Do you know how sketchy half the people on that site are?” Yoongi questions. “Plus they’re all old and perverted men.”

“Rich men.”

“Rich, old and perverted,” Yoongi nods. “Guk, I know I said you needed another job...but this doesn’t qualify. I’d rather you flip paper thin pizzas.”

#me posting all my abandoned wips for attention and something to do #bts #bangtan #jungkook #jeongguk #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #sugar baby au #bts imagine #bts scenario #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jjk #gwoongi #abandoned

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skankymarleyrose-blog · 7 years

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Take Me Away || JARLEY

TAGGING: Marley Rose & Jake Puckerman

LOCATION: Lima’s Walmart

DATE: Monday afternoon

NOTES: Marley runs into Jake who is stocking up for his little trip and she lets her curiosity get the best of her.

Jake stood in the food section of Walmart as he stocked his already full cart. He had to get the usual, some Kraft mac and cheese, boxes of noodles and jars of sauce, jars of peanut butter and jelly along with some camping gear and a duffle bag. He, of course, had to make sure all the food he got would last pretty long. So he grunted as he lifted up a pack of water bottles and added that to his mess that was his cart. Of course he got some looks, the weird foster kid of Lima throwing random stuff into his cart. He figured people wondered how he could even buy all this stuff. Jake had his ways of making money. But this weekend would be the weekend. He had a car that was sitting in Joe's garage and by Friday, Lima would be a distant memory.

Marley didn't like to go into town often, only when she absolutely had to. And by that she meant when her mom's dude of the month was over and she didn't feel like dealing with it at all. Which if she was being honest, was happening far too often. Maybe she'd run into one of her friends and they would give her something to do for a few hours until the coast was clear at home- at least she could only hope that would be the case. Marley dragged her large combat boots along the clean tile of the superstore as she lamely perused the aisles for nothing in particular. It wasn't until she found a somewhat familiar face in Jake Puckerman that she let out a smirk. "Well, well, well. What do we have here Puckerman?" She questioned before gazing into his cart and picking up a few items before tossing them back in the cart. "Planning to feed a small army?"

Jake knew he had a lot more things to buy, of course he would need socks- the warm kind and maybe a few pairs of sweat pants. But who knew if they even sold those now with summer coming. He had just put a case of soda into the bottom of his cart when he heard a familiar voice, Marley Rose. Jake smirked and licked his lips before turning around to face her. "Hell no, you think I provide charity here?" He asked her with a chuckle. "I am stocking up for a long road trip if you must know, the kinda road trip were you pack your shit up and never look back."

Marley could only chuckle at his quick response. "Oh really?" She asked as she raised her eyebrows in surprise. Marley would be lying if she had said that she herself hadn't thought of running away before. She had done so plenty of times, especially when her mom was in one of those moods after she broke up with one of her boyfriends. But Marley had never had the guts to actually leave; she'd wander around for a few hours or so but would never actually leave. "And how exactly do you plan to get away with that Puckerman?"

Jake "Well..." he began to push his cart toward the chips. "Lucky for me, Lima is full of idiots and rich idiots looking to score some premium pot from a Lima Heights kid. They just don't know that I cut it with Oregano." Jake grabbed a few bags of chips and tossed them in. "And the idiots hired me to take their SATs. I know how to run a business, Rosie." As he grabbed a jar of dip, he took a glance at her. "Now I just need to figure out how I'm gonna make money on the road. Shouldn't be that hard."

Marley "Oh, a drug dealer from Lima Heights. Color me surprised." Marley stated sarcastically with a roll of her eyes as she walked alongside his cart, not letting him get off that easily. "Why the hell would anyone hire you to take their SATs? It's not like you're that smart." She commented as she grabbed one of the small bags of chips, opened it, and tossed a couple in her mouth before scoffing. "Give me a break Puckerman. You're not going to make it any further than past the city line before you get busted. I'd be willing to put money on it."

Jake scoffed at her. "Listen miss badass, my GPA is outstanding. It would be even more so if I actually cared to go to school, the brains have to come from my mom's side- cause you've seen my dumbass of a half brother." However, when he heard the magic word come from her mouth, she had his full attention. "Really, you'd be ready to make that sort of wager? How much money you wanna put down?"

Marley rolled her eyes at him. "Your half brother may be a dumbass but boy does he have a mouth on him and he most definitely knows his way around a bedroom, that much I can tell you. And if you ask me, that's all I need to know." She couldn't help but chuckle at his excitement over a bet. "What would it matter anyways Puckerman? I'm sure you seem to think that you wouldn't be here to collect anyways."

Jake gagged at the mention of his brother and anger began to boil inside of him. Bad enough his own brother made it a game of beating the shit out of him in school. Puck and his stupid mom and their stupid dad where the reason why he was in this situation. "Do me a favor Rose, and don't mention my asshole brother, alright? I wont be here, I'll be sending you a postcard from Alaska so you have proof that I made it."

Marley raised her eyebrows at how defensive Jake got all of a sudden. "Wow Puckerman. There's no need to get your panties in a twist. Calm yourself." She said with a chuckle. At least she knew now what buttons to push if she really wanted to piss him off. "And how exactly do you plan to send me a postcard? And what makes you think that I want a postcard from you Puckerman. It's not like we're anything remotely close to being friends."

Jake shook off her statement about his brother the best he could as he pretended to look the selection of cheese puffs. "Go to Alaska, get a postcard and send it to you." He said with a simple shrug. "That will prove that I made it there and then you will owe me- eh let's say 200 bucks." He decided with a nod of his head. "Eh, but then how will I get my 200? Guess you'll have to come with me so I can get my money."

Marley chuckled as she shook her head. "Are you propositioning me Puckerman? Cause I'm pretty sure that's all kinds of illegal. And like I said, we're not anything remotely close to being anything near friends. So tell me, why the hell would I go to Alaska with you? I was taught not to get into cars with strangers. So I will pass on your little adventure that likely won't happen. You're not gonna make it far, bet or not."

Jake "It's only illegal if you get caught." He explain with a raised brow. "And lemme explain, you made a wager, I took said wager and well- you seem to have a shitty life. I mean maybe a bit less shitter than mine, but still shitty. Admit it, this town sees people like you and me as losers and all and all hates us." Jake proved his point as Mrs. Hudson walked past them with a disgusted look on her face. "And I'm not saying that you should go, I'm just putting the offer on the table."

Marley "And I'm turning down that offer. I don't know you. And over my dead body and am I going to get in your truck and take off to who knows where when you're not gonna make it out of Lima. I'm not going to deal with the wrath of my mom when she finds out I tried to run away. So thanks but no thanks." Marley said sarcastically before tossing the half empty bag of chips back into his cart. "You have fun with that little adventure of yours Puckerman." She said before turning on her heels and wandering away from him.

Jake "Kinda sad ya know." Jake shrugged. "That the biggest self proclaimed badass of our school- also known as you- is scared." He chuckled. "Pretty whimpy of you if you ask me." Yeah, he was trying to egg her on, but something about annoying her seemed to brighten his own day. "I will have a blast, and Ill make sure to send you that postcard from Alaska."

Marley could only roll her eyes at his response. It wasn't that she was scared, it's just that she didn't really care. In the grand scheme of things, her life wasn't really that awful. Sure there was plenty that she wanted to change, but it wasn't enough to make her runaway. She had a hard time believing that his life was that awful, but then again she didn't know anything about him anyways. Opting not to say anything, Marley flipped him off over her shoulder with a chuckle.

Jake smirked to himself when she flipped him off and continued to do his shopping. He had most of the things he would need as he brought his stuff over to the self check out. The price wasn't too bad considering all the crap he had bought. But he figured that all this stuff should last him until he left the states, now he just had to make sure that his car would make it and his passport was updated all without alarming his foster parents. It shouldn't be that hard.

Marley absentmindedly wandered around the store for a little while, not looking for anything in particular. She just needed to kill a little bit more time before going home and not doing any homework. Unfortunately there was nothing more for her to wander around and see so she just walked out to her beat up car. Leaning up against the hood, Marley lit a cigarette and watched as the people exited the store. Maybe she would come up with something to do since she really didn't want to go home yet.

Jake Of course his truck would be parked near Marley's car. Jake gave a sigh as he pushed his cart over toward the back and began to load his stuff up silently before throwing the tarp over it to cover it all up. He didn't want to raise any sort of alarms from his foster parents, he was still a paycheck toward them after all. Well himself and the three other kids they had stashed in the small trailer. His eyes flashed up toward Marley again and he cracked another smile. "Best you don't smoke near that lemon, one wrong move and that thing will go kaboom."

Marley rolled her eyes and chuckled when she saw Jake pushing his cart full of belongings to his car. She continuously puffed on her cigarette as he loaded his things. Obviously Marley was going to make no efforts to help him. "What's with the stalking all of a sudden Puckerman? I would have expected a little more from you." Marley could only laugh at him as she wandered over and kicked the tire of his car. "Oh, you mean compared to this piece of garbage? You're insane if you think this is getting you past Lima Heights."

Jake "Oh this thing? I'm not taking this thing." Jake said as he pointed his thumb at the truck. "This old girl isn't going to Alaska, I have a better truck at a garage. I'm trading her in for a semi new one- It's from 1999, so we are practically the same age." Jake explained. "It's part of my transformation, ya know- out with the Lima Garbage and in with the new garbage."

Marley "And how the hell can you afford that?" She questioned as she threw her cigarette on the ground on and stomped on it. "How the hell can you afford this? And don't tell me that your little drug business on the side is enough to afford all this. Because we all know that there are plenty of better people in this town that you can get much better drugs from then you Puckerman. No offense." She said. "So when are you hitting the road?" Marley asked sarcastically using air quotes for emphasis.

Jake scoffed at her with a eye roll of his own. "This hunk of junk belongs to my foster parents, I take it out when they are- done for the night." He explained with annoyance while trying to figure out why he was explaining himself to this girl. "And honestly, you don't need to worry about how I am getting the other truck." Jake picked at the chipping paint on the truck. "And I'm leaving at the end of the week, getting out of this shit hole as soon as possible."

Marley let out a soft hum. Done for the night? She had to admit that she was the slightest bit curious about what exactly that meant but she wasn't going to push it. "Right, okay Puckerman." Marley said, leaving it at that. Biting her lip, she leaned against the truck before picking at a piece of thread in her leggings. "So here's a question for you. If you want to get out of here as soon as possible, why are you waiting until the end of the week? Why not just leave now?"

Jake gave a shrug. Friday would be the best day to leave because both his foster parents leave on a Friday and come back on a Sunday. "I need to get my shit sorted out, that's why." He explained, knowing he didn't owe her an answer. Jake looked past Marley for a moment at the cars in the parking lot and glanced back at her. "Why do you care?"

Marley "Right. Because you just have so much going on in that busy little life of yours Puckerman." She said sarcastically as she kicked at the ground. "Oh trust me, I don't care at all. I certainly hope that's not the vibe I've been giving you. I don't care about anyone, especially not someone like you. Don't mistake my questioning for giving two craps about you. I just think if everything is as bad as you claim, you'd want to leave sooner rather than later." She explained with a shrug.

Jake "And I don't owe you any sort of answers." He grounded out with narrowed eyes. "Just like I don't know what kinda shit you put up with, you don't know what kinda shit I put up with. I am leaving when it is better for me and that's what my truck will be ready, cause like I said, I can't leave with this piece of shit." Jake answered, still wondering why he was speaking to her.

Marley raised her eyebrows at his defensiveness. "Calm yourself Puckerman. I never said that you owed me any answers or anything really. No need to get all worked up." Clearly she had pushed some sort of buttons with him and she really didn't know why. Jake was obviously a little more temperamental than she realized. "Well good luck with all that crap. Hopefully your little adventure will be everything that you wanted to be and all that jazz."

Jake "I am not getting worked up." He said with a deep breath once he pulled himself together. He was so close to boiling over from all the pent up stress that he was already starting to come undone; it's why he needed to head out as quick as he could. Yeah he felt bad for the other foster kids that where left once he left, but he already had a plan to get them out. Jake opened up the door to his truck. "Yeah, have a nice life Rose."

Marley "Yeah, alright Puckerman. Whatever you say." She said with a sarcastic nod. He was definitely getting worked up but she wasn't pushing it any further. Especially not after his last little lash out. " Yeah, whatever." Marley said with a roll of her eyes as she turned on her heels and headed in the opposite direction. Her life might have completely sucked but it wasn't worth running away from. At least not yet.

Jake sighed as he climbed in and started the engine. While he waited for the old hunk of junk to be able to be driven, he took out his phone to let his friend know he was coming to the garage to check out the truck and store his things until Friday. He knew that the guy wouldn't go off and tell his foster parents. He hated them as much as Jake did. Once the engine roared to life, Jake tossed his phone onto the passengers seat and drove out of the parking lot.

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