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CWB (Counselors With Benefits)

A/N: So earlier I asked @promixity for a prompt because I felt like writing something and this was her response:

SO HERE WE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE 2 HOURS AND 2700 WORDS LATER!!!!!!!

LOU YOU BETTER LIKE IT!!!!!! and if u don’t I still love u

PS. I wrote this shit real quick and only proofed it once so don’t expect too much of me jkalhsdjkad 

Genre: Camp Counselor!AU + Smut

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Words: 2,713

You’d taken this job because you heard that it paid well. Camp counselor—and no, not the working-at-the-local-nature-park kind. The I’m-literally-getting-eaten-alive-by-mosquitos-and-living-in-a-cabin-in-the-middle-of-the-woods kind. With teenagers. Moody, hormonal, pubescent children.

Fuck, you never realized how much teenagers suck until now.

“Everyone to bed!!” you yell, a collective groan sounding as the kids begrudgingly press up from where they’re seated around the fire. The sun has set, and per the rules—all kids are to be in their cabins and ready for bed at 10pm.

“No complaining! Don’t forget to take your s’mores plates with you—nature doesn’t like when we litter!”

A few kids send you nasty looks, clearly not enjoying being bossed around and told to go to bed—but for all intents and purposes the counselors are pretty much their substitute parents for the week, so they’ll just have to get used to it.

“C’mon, hurry up,” another voice pipes up, deep, and tired. You look over to find another counselor on the other end of the fire, ushering kids off their asses and towards the cabins a little ways back. He looks less than thrilled to be here—like Satan had possessed him and forced him to sign the job contract against his will.

He’s short, but not that short, with black hair curling at the ends thanks to the humidity, and suddenly you remember just how much you’d been wanting to take a shower since you’d stepped foot outside this morning. The humidity makes it feel like the air is sticking to your skin.

“Y/N, Yoongi, you guys are on fire duty tonight,” one of the head counselors speaks up, and since you’re farther down the totem poll, you nod. No use arguing it—even if you want to get the fuck out of this mosquito ridden pit of hell and into the safety of the cabins.

Slowly, the kids stagger across the hilly field to the lodging. You watch them go, wondering how you’re going to survive another 4 weeks (and 4 new batches of 50 kids) at this job.

Your only consolation is the fact that at the end of this…you’ll have made bank. And college will not pay for itself.

“Ugh,” you grunt, plopping down onto one of the logs used as seating. Your eyes turn upward, staring at the male across the circle from you—his t-shirt and dark jeans illuminated by the orange light of the fire. And his slightly sunburnt face is lit up too—but not by the light of the fire, but by the HD resolution of his phone screen.

“Wow, bending the rules, huh?” you comment, hoping your words come off joking enough. Kids and counselors aren’t supposed to use their phones on the camp grounds because “why come into nature only to look at your phone screen for a week”?

You’re not sure what to expect in response to your jab—because you really haven’t gotten a chance to talk to Yoongi all week. You’d seen him—here and there. Mostly sticking to the shade and hanging out with the kids who obviously didn’t want to be here either. He seems quiet and reclusive, but you’ve been too busy wrangling children to notice anything beside the fact that he’s cute, if you’re being quite honest.

“Listen, I gotta keep myself sane somehow,” he mumbles in response after a second, and you find yourself laughing, knowing exactly how he feels.

“You get suckered into this job too?”

He sighs loudly, arm dropping to his side and head lolling back to look up at the stars. Or, glare at the stars, really.

“I hate kids so much, but I needed a summer job that would pay the bills and this is it. So now I’m stuck here for a whole month, with children. Who I hate. Fuck my life.”

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first of all, yes this is a ship fic, its TNT Duo ofc

second, CAMP AUU AAHAHID-

so Quackity and Wilbur are camp counselors and are assigned to camps next to each other

They kinda have like this rivalry thing...?????? its enemies to lovers man, it was a long 30 chapters waiting for them to just finally make a fucking move istg lMao?????

its really funny, though there are a lot of lows and dark stuff because of reasons you'll find out when reading but other then that its a lot of acceptance, closure, and COMEDYY HAHAHa (okay so like almost the whole of l'manburg are campers, like Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Jack, and then theres Slime and I can't remember anyone else??)

The fic JUST finished anyway so it is still pretty fresh. I've never read a camp AU anyways so I couldn't mistake the events. It's just cute as fuck towards the end aGHHh

I .. did cry at one point ? for Wilbur but like mm mental health go brrr. thats another for the dark time lOl- but i cry for a lot of things so its not like sad as fuck

GO GIVE IT A READ [if youre into quackbur i mean ?? i dont wanna force you but i really like it and i dont usually read romance stuff books]