𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗽| Karl Heisenberg x Fem! Reader ✔︎

Chapter Twenty-Five.

"Karl! Come see this, I think we've done it!" My dads voice breaks us away from each other and the man sets me down, heading towards the door.

Just as he's about to leave, the scarred mechanic looks back at me with a smirk. "Don't worry Sweets, no one can see them from under the sweatshirt."

I nod absently, just standing there as Karl leaves in order to continue working with my dad. Even when he's gone, all I can do is stand in utter shock, not able to comprehend how easily the man turned me into nothing but a pile of mush willing to do anything for him.

"Oh, he's good," I mumble, eyes getting wider when I realize how I felt down below.

I walk over to the bathroom in the upstairs hall, closing the door behind me so no one can see me pull down the sweatshirt.

A small gasp escapes and I run my fingers along the line of bruises, seeing one of them on the verge of bleeding.

That dick!

I get out of the bathroom before I can see any more and go down the stairs, seeing mom still cleaning up from breakfast. I stand in the doorway, a shit eating grin on my face.

"I think I'm in love," She turns around at my voice and smiles, looking out the window again to see Karl handing dad a wrench.

"Really now? How so?"

I swoon, head resting on the doorway of the kitchen. "My heart flutters and my entire body gets hot. Every bone in my body seems to get lighter when he's around, and I can't help but feel as if I'm floating on air."

She approaches me with a small laugh, patting my shoulder as she passes. "That's great sweetie, but get a hotel room next time, will you? I can't bear to hear my little girl moaning again."

My face gets hotter than it was, embarrassment prominent on my face. "Oh— uhm, yeah! Sure..."

"It's okay, I was young once too. Just... not here please," My mom was always so understanding, it's one of the things I loved about her.

I watched as she walked up the stairs with a new admiration in my eyes. That woman everything I want to be when I'm older and more.

Thinking further, I'd actually planned on staying in a hotel anyway, since I needed to get Karl some clothes and a proper bed to sleep in.

Mom and dad would surely donate some money to help Karl out. At least, they look like they would. I mean compared to Adam's first time here, their reaction to Karl is amazing.

I smile even more knowing that my parents approved of him. Well, I hoped they did.

Opening the front door I head outside, seeing the duo already back to work on the truck. Dad was under it, with Karl standing beside him.

This time, I couldn't help but notice Heisenberg was wearing the sweatshirt I'd given him last night.

I'll have to ask about it later.

In the meantime, I have bigger fish to fry and more important questions to ask. "Hey, dad!" My father jumps from under the car, an empty echo sounding off the metal beneath.

He groans, rolling out from under the trucks bottom. "What is it Pumpkin?"

"Do you think I can maybe borrow a hundred bucks to give Karl a place to stay and buy him some new clothes and food?"

Dad chokes on spit, slapping his chest a few times to get it back out. "A hundred dollars?! Doesn't he have a place to stay?"

I shake my head, a frown following. "His parents died a little bit ago... he's been staying with his friend, but they just recently kicked him out and took all his stuff. Those dicks spewed out something about him taking up their space. Ugh, it's infuriating just thinking about it!"

I pull at my hair, putting on the act of anger and irritation even though all I was doing was lying. Karl watched me with a smirk, showing he was impressed.

"Really? You have nothing?" Dad glances over to Karl who shakes his head, looking away awkwardly.

"No, not really. I didn't wanna bring it up here though. Actually, I was about to head on my way later today," Karl explained, laughing quietly.

"How about you just stay here while me and y/n's mom head out on our business trip?" Dad asked, and it's then that I remember the two of them are heading off to Cancun for a three week business trip.

They hope to open up another plant there, but the deals been rocky recently because of communication issues.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly do that. Your daughter will be here and—" Karl shakes his head, and I can see he's genuinely not willing to stay here. I think he feels like he's invading their space.

"Nonsense! I don't want my daughter here alone! Having someone like you around would actually put my mind at ease. She's—" Dad looks over at me, his eyebrows lowering just a little in what seemed to be sadness. "She's an adult now, and I can't stop her from seeing boys. At the very least I know you, and you aren't just some stranger she's hooking up with."

I'm aware of how hard it is for my dad to say so much about me, but I couldn't help but feel happy that he was finally ready to come to terms that I'm an official high school graduate as of next month at my graduation ceremony.

"Well thanks then. I'll keep the house out together," Karl smiled, resting a hand on his hip with an assured nod.

"That's what I like to hear!" My dad applauded, standing up to pull Karl into one of those hugs where you pat the back. "Just be aware that if you hurt my daughter or break my shit, I'll come for your head."

The two men laugh as if the threat wasn't serious, but both of them knew it was. I've never understood why guys can be so protective over others.

"Alright, I think we're done out here, a storms coming in," Dad looks up at the sky, using his hand to block what little sun was left from the thick clouds rolling over us.

I smile, slipping back into the house with Karl behind me. Things were working out perfectly. Some alone time with the man sounded just heavenly.

Karl walks into the living room, sitting down on the couch as dad heads upstairs, probably to pack. He's always the one to wait till last minute and get yelled at by mom.

"So, how do you like my world?" I smile, looking at my... boyfriend? ...friend with benefits?

"It's much nicer. I'll admit, there are some things I miss from home, but it's almost like heaven not to have a crazy demonic bitch down my neck," Karl smirks, turning back on Gas Monkeys. I think I've gotten him hooked.

While he's in a good mood, I can only assume it's the best time to ask this question and bring up the topic. Well, a better time than when he's mad at least.

"Karl, what are we?"

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