#also there's a girl with a lemonade stand who does maths?

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Odd Squad - I will forever recommend this show haha. A government organization made up of kids who solve odd problems using math! I would actually recommend checking out the first episode of season 2 first to get a feel of the show. Was going to send you a link to the episode but I think pbskids is blocked outside of the US, so here is a compilation video I made from the episode instead :) https://youtu.be/U_Di2MCkgJA

i used to watch odd squad all the time! it's been a while ahaha so i can't remember it super well.

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promised a lie

College!au; Student!Jungkook x Student!reader

genre: fluff

synopsis: you had one goal set, and that was to make it to Harvard. As much as you were intelligent, talented and hardworking, there was still a chance you might miss out on your dream school. Jeon Jungkook wanted to give you that chance in exchange of a small favour. But why did he promise you something he couldn’t exactly give to you?__________________________________________________

“Wet socks or wet underwear?” Seokjin questioned. 

“Seriously Jin? You should have been done with chapter two by now.” you warned. 

“I’m taking a break, y/n.”

“You took one ten minutes ago. And that break lasted like eight minutes.”

“You know what’s depressing, y/n? The fact that you kept count.”

“It’s not depressing, if I don’t count for you then who will?”

“Oh come on! We’ve been doing this for two hours, you know it’s proven that an average person can only study up to two hours and after that nothing really goes into your brain so it’s pointless.” he argued. 

“Where’d you read that, Wikipedia?”

“y/n,” he groaned, “At least let’s go grab a drink at the cafeteria. I heard there’s lemonade today.”

“I’m not thirsty.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re my friend, and friends accompany each other to drink lemonade now let’s go.”

Soon you found yourself being dragged to where most students hung out during breaks. It was crowded as always, and loud. Jin ditched you to buy lemonade and asked you to find a table, and as you scanned the area your eyes landed on one of the loudest tables. The amount of testosterone showing there nearly sickened you, the football players were laughing obnoxiously at something one of the girls had said. None of them really caught your attention except for the youngest, Jeon Jungkook. 

I’m telling you, if I say this guy is hot he is smokin hot. He’s built like a football player should be, broad shoulders, muscular back, long legs, and the rest of him was just muscles protruding everywhere they possibly could, but somehow it wasn’t overdone. He was perfect. His hair was straight but curled at the ends and parted slightly to the side. His doe eyes were jet black, and they were now looking at you.

You snapped out of your trance and turned away, continuing your hunt for a place to sit. You found one at a corner with used cutlery and dirty plates on top, but it was also a great place if you wanted to sit and stare at the handsome jock that was previously mentioned. However, it was also a perfect place for him to be able to watch you. But if you didn’t find a place to sit in the next five minutes, Seokjin will probably make you squeeze into a table with other people you didn’t really want to interact with. So you pushed whatever it was aside and sat down. 

“You couldn’t have found a cleaner table? It looks like gorillas invaded this place.” he said as he cringed. 

“Oh just shut up and sit. I asked the cafeteria lady to help clean up.”

“Or, maybe it’s because you have a really good view?”

“What?” you asked squinting at him, confused expression on your face. 

Jin sat down and handed you a cup of lemonade. 

“I know your pretty boy’s at twelve o’clock. Don’t need to hide it, y/n.” he teased. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? He’s the last person I’d call pretty.” you scoffed. 

“Then who’s the first?” he hummed. 

“Jimin. He’s what you call a pretty boy. Just look at him, how does a guy look so hot in pink hair?” you sighed. 

“Yeah you see, pink hair and everything, that’s all fake shit. Just look at me, I’m naturally extremely handsome. You can ogle at me instead.”

You picked up a half eaten fry on the table and flung it at your best friend making him shout his protests. 

“Gross!”

You chuckled and took a sip of your lemonade, looking at what you were previously focusing on. You flinched slightly in surprise when you saw Jungkook already looking at you. He flashed you a smirk, and then a wink, and before he could do anything else your turned away quickly. Maybe looking at Jin’s face for now wasn’t such a bad idea. 

time skip

Maths was horrible, but you didn’t expect it to be any better than the usual. You practically dragged yourself out of class as you walked to your locker. Jin had Chemistry, and you were done for the day. You had an hour’s shift at the library, so you could wait until Jin was done with class so you two could walk home together like usual. But today, god had different plans for you, because you almost had a heart attack when you saw fucking Jeon Jungkook leaning against the door of your locker. 

“You’re right, she is hotter close up-” Taehyung grunted as he was cut off by Jungkook’s elbow to his stomach. 

“Hi y/n.” Jungkook smiled at you and he dared to poke his tongue past his lips so that he could wet them in a swift motion. 

“Yeah, hey.” you mumbled, confusion laced in your tone. 

“You look really nice in those jeans,” Jungkook said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Your eyes shot up to look at him as you stifled your laughter at his stupid remark. Jungkook realised what he said wasn’t so cool and his cheeks tinted pink, and you thought he was so much more attractive without his tough cool guy exterior.

“So you came to my locker to talk to me about my jeans?” you asked, eyebrows raised. 

“I have a proposition.” he sighed in defeat. He turned to look at Taehyung, signalling him to get outta there, but he didn’t really catch that. 

“Dude, your eyes are spasming.” Taehyung said worriedly. 

Jungkook groaned and shoved him friend away. You heard a small “rude” before Taehyung left the two of you alone. 

“Yeah so, back to the point. I need a favour.” he asked. 

“What makes you think I’ll do you a favour?”

“You wanna consider this one, trust me.”

You bit your lip, thinking of whether you should let the guy proceed, but there was no harm in hearing what he had to say right?

You sighed and nodded, and he smirked before he continued talking. 

“I need you to help me get a job at the library.”

“You what?” you asked surprised. 

“You heard me, princess.”

“Okay, first of all, never call me that. Second, why on earth do you want a job at the library? I’m pretty sure your family isn’t short of cash.” you asked. 

“It’s not about the money. I want work experience plus, it’ll look good on my profile. Universities care about this kinda stuff.” he explained. 

“Oh, well, you shouldn’t be asking me. I’m not the one who decides whether or not to employ you.”

“Well that’s just it babe, since you work there and since you’re such an amazing student, the head librarian is definitely going to consider your recommendation. So if you could use that pretty little mouth of yours and let her know, I could make it worth your while.” he offered. 

You wanted to smack him for flirting so outrageously like that, because you were pretty sure the way he spoke to you was no different than when he spoke to other girls. 

“I’m not sleeping with you, you asshole.” you snapped. 

“Okay, I’m a bit offended. And just so you know, that wasn’t what I was offering.”

“Oh,” you said feeling bashful, “Well then what were you offering?”

“You know how influential my dad is, and he’s got lots of contacts. He knows a guy at Harvard and I know how much of a sucker you are for that shitty place so I could talk to him to maybe get you-”

“You’ve gotta be shitting me, Jeon. Are you serious? Your dad really knows a guy? Also that place isn’t shitty, you probably think it is because you’re too stupid to qualify so you blame it on the institution.” 

“Okay calm down, woman. Don’t need to attack my intelligence here. All I’m saying is that if you can get me this job, I can basically make your dreams come true. Bonus, you’ll be working together with me, and how great does that sound?” he said cockily. 

“I might just pass on the offer because of your bratty attitude.” 

“I’m not that bad.” he whined. 

“Yeah we’ll see about that.”

“So, is it a deal?” he asked stepping closer to you, now crossing your line of personal space. He was so close that you could smell his cologne. It was like that for a while, before you came back to your senses and took a step back. 

“I’ll think about it.” 

 “Great, I’ll see you around then, beautiful.” he replied with a wink and then left you alone to hate his guts but also to swoon just a little. 

time skip

“He was flirting with you, y/n. I knew it, I fucking knew it from the start, that guy has a crush on you.” Seokjin said firmly.

“For the last time, Seokjin, he talks that way to every female he interacts with.” you defended. 

“Will you ever stop being so dense? y/n there are three other people who work at the library, two of which are girls. It’s either he’s gay, or he has a crush on you. End of story.”

“I’ll go with ‘he’s gay’ then.” you shrugged. 

Jin sighed and poked his fork into a piece of meat. “So, are you gonna get him the job?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I know for sure Harvard is what I want, but I don’t want to get in because they ‘talked’ me in, I wanna get in because I’m good enough.” you sighed. 

“If you think about it, y/n, no amount of persuasion can go against your grades. If you meet the requirements which I’m sure you will, and if you’ve done extracurriculars which you have, talk or no talk, you’ll still be good enough.”

You sipped from your drink until its contents were empty and then tossed it in the bin. You stood up and gathered your things. 

“It’s a deal then.”

You walked over to the one place you knew you’d find Jungkook at this hour. Stepping out onto the field you saw Jungkook on the tracks doing his daily push ups. Of course he was shirtless. But there was something else to look at too. His friends were with him, also doing push ups, also shirtless. More importantly, there was Jimin. 

Hot damn he looked good working out, but then your eyes instinctively trailed to Jungkook. There was something about him that made him different from the rest. As hot as the football team was, Jungkook was attractive in ways more than just one. 

He seemed to have noticed you standing there watching him. His expression turned from pained and exhausted to a surprised and happy one in the matter of seconds. He jumped up from the ground and grabbed his shirt from the bench, wiping his sweat off although not doing a great job at it, and then walked over to you. 

His body was glistening, you could see his abs, his chest his slim waist his arms his everything. You were slightly flustered when he ran a hand through his hair, muscles flexing against his skin as if they were going to pop. 

“Came to see me, princess?” he asked smirking. 

“Lose the ‘princess’ would you? I have my answer.” 

“So what’s the answer?” he asked. 

“Well I’m not telling you when you’re all gross and sweaty. Go take a shower and put on a shirt.” 

He chuckled, “You’re that bothered, huh? I knew your pink cheeks weren’t due to the sun.”

“W-what?” you stuttered. 

“I’ll meet you outside in 15 minutes. We’ll go get coffee and you can talk me all you want.”

So you found yourself having coffee with Jeon Jungkook. He was real sweet though, nothing like you had thought of him before. He was funny too, and you realised behind the person that was the jock Jeon Jungkook, there was the real Jungkook. The smart, kind, funny and lovable one. 

“How did you know I wanted to go to Harvard? You were a stranger to me before all of this.” you asked curious. 

“You know the essays we had to write for English? When the teacher asked us to mark each others’ papers, I got yours. You mentioned it there.” he said. 

“Oh, so you read my essay?”

“Yeah, I did. I thought it was great how you have hello kitty pyjamas.” he teased, making you gasp. 

“Okay well screw you. I love those pyjamas, so much I included it in my writing.”

“I’d love to see you in them.”

“Not happening, Jeon.”

“Listen, what I said about Harvard, that was wrong. I apologise. It’s not shitty at all, I think it’s great that you have amazing goals and that you’re working so hard to achieve them. I admire that about you.” he said suddenly. 

You swallowed and smiled shyly at him, “Uh, thanks I guess. And apology accepted.”

“You haven’t given me your answer though, y/n.” 

“Wow, took you like six hours to finally address me using my name. I appreciate it, thanks. Anyway, my answer is yes, I’ll get you a job at the library.” you said.

He grinned and lifted his coffee cup to clink it with yours but you stopped him by placing a hand on his wrist. Jungkook looked up at you surprised that you initiated a form of physical contact with him. 

“But there’s something else I want.” you asked with a glint in your eye. 

“And what’s that?” he asked frowning. 

“Set me up on a date with Jimin.”

Jungkook’s frown only deepened at the mention of his teammate’s name. 

“Jimin? Why would you want to date him? He’s not that great.” Jungkook lied. 

You shrugged, “He’s good looking, charming, and I’ve had a crush on him for a few months now.”

“You have?” Jungkook asked in disbelief.

You were having too much fun with this. Jin was right, Jungkook did like you. And you thought you’d have a little bit of fun with it until Jungkook confessed. It was obvious you felt the same way about him, but you tried to be subtle. 

“Yeah, so, can you do that for me or not?” you questioned. 

Jungkook chewed on his lower lip in annoyance, drumming his fingers onto the table. 

Finally he sighed, “Okay, fine. But you get me my job first.”

“Consider it done, Jeon.”

“Jungkook.” he said quickly after. 

You looked at him surprised and his gaze was hard on you. “Call me Jungkook. I don’t want to hear anymore of this Jeon nonsense. You call Jimin by his first name, but you can’t call me by mine?” he asked annoyed. 

You wanted to hard to laugh, it was working. “Okay Jungkook, calm down.”

He sighed and leaned back in his seat and puffed his cheeks. You giggled at how he was so easily jealous, earning a look from him. 

“What are you laughing at?” he asked. 

“Nothing, you’re really cute that’s all.”

Well shiver me timbers, there you went embarrassing yourself. Did you really just say that out loud. 

Jungkook raised an eyebrow as he smirked slightly, “Did you just call me cute?”

You huffed, accepting your defeat as your cheeks flushed. “Yeah so?” you retorted. 

Jungkook chuckled as he leaned forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, making you freeze. 

“You’re confused, y/n. You’re the cute one here.” he said, body still bent forward and his face close to yours. 

“Very funny.” you tried to be sarcastic and sat back immediately. 

time skip

Working with Jungkook wasn’t that bad. He was pretty organised and he was tall so he helped with all the books on the higher shelves. He didn’t forget to tease your height though, he wouldn’t miss the chance. He was also efficient, he finished all the tasks you assigned to him and he did a pretty damn good job at it. However, he did ask a lot of questions. 

“Who the hell reads encyclopedias?”

“Why are the biography books so thick?”

“Hey y/n, you ever wonder what went through J.K. Rowling’s mind when she was writing Harry Potter? Like yea let’s make this kid a wizard so he can fly on a broom.”

“y/n why are you so hot?”

“Jungkook, shut up.”

“Now that’s no way to thank someone for a compliment.”

“Will you just enter these into the computer?” you groaned as you handed him a stack of papers.

“Sure.” he chimed before plopping himself onto the office chair. 

It was pretty late and there were about five to ten people at the library, all scattered in different corners. You and Jungkook were pretty far away from them, so you practically has the space to yourselves.

Just as you were about to turn around, you tripped over one of the cables and you stumbled like a maniac and guess where you landed? Right smack on his lap. 

Jungkook grunted as he took your weight, and you may or may not have put a little pressure onto his dick, so.....

“Whoa, you okay there y/n?” he asked concerned, his hands placed on your waist instinctively. 

You were still recovering from the shock, so you took a few extra seconds to respond. 

“I-I’m okay.” you exhaled. Then you realised you were still on his lap. You shot up and backed away slightly. 

“Oh shit, I’m really sorry.” you apologised. 

“It’s cool, I’d rather you land here than the cold hard floor.” he said. 

“Did I hurt you? I mean I’m quite heavy so-”

“Heavy? y/n you’re as light as a feather.”

“But I’m pretty sure I-ah!” you yelped when you felt yourself being lifted from the ground.

You clasped your hand over your mouth because this was the library and this was no place for squealing. You saw Jungkook grinning up at you, his arms tucked right under your butt as he supported your weight in the air. 

“Jungkook, what the actual fuck do you think you’re-”

“See? Light as a feather.” he said cockily. 

“Will you put me down?” you scolded. 

“Not until you admit you’re not heavy.” he challenged. 

“You can’t carry me forever.” you scoffed. 

“Oh we’ll see about that, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and placed your hands on his shoulders for support. 

“You need to get your arms away from my ass, Jungkook.” you warned. 

“Well how am I supposed to lift you then? Bridal style? I could-”

“No!” you exclaimed, and then scolded yourself for being loud in your head. 

“No,” you huffed. “Don’t you dare.”

“Just admit you’re light and I’ll set you free, princess.”

“For the love of god, okay fine, I’m light. Lighter than a piece of thread now will you put me down?” you wriggled in his grip.

“Don’t move too much you’re slipping!” Jungkook whisper shouted. 

But it was too late because Jungkook lost his grip on you and you felt yourself plunging to the floor but then you felt hands at the bottom of your thighs and you clung onto Jungkook like your life depended on it. Your legs were now wrapped around his waist and now his hands weren’t under your butt, they were on your ass cheeks instead. 

“This isn’t any better.” you protested. 

“I kinda like it.” he said coolly. 

“Jeon Jungkook, put me down this instant. I admitted whatever you wanted me to.”

“Hm, I could put you down, or I could just keep you like this.” he hummed.

Your hands were wrapped around his neck and your faces were now closer than ever before. If this wasn’t the moment I don’t know what would be. 

“y/n?” he mumbled. 

Your eyes flickered from his lips and then to his eyes. “Hm?”

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?” he muttered softly. 

Your fingers played with the strands at his nape, and Jungkook watched as you licked your lips unintentionally. 

“I think I would kiss you back.”

And those were the last words spoken before the kiss. He pressed his lips onto yours, sharing and open mouthed kiss. He sucked on your lower lip making you groan in want. Slowly, he snuck his tongue in, pleading for entrance and you didn’t hesitate giving in. And that was how the two of you made out at the library reception, mouth on mouth, hands everywhere. 

You pulled away gasping for air, and Jungkook’s lips moved to latch onto your neck. You whimpered when he bit down onto your flesh and tugged at his locks. 

“Jungkook.” you gasped.

“What is it baby?” he mumbled against your skin. 

“We’re in public.”

“Great.”

“Jungkook.” you scolded as you swatted his arm.

He grumbled and pulled away to look at your neck, satisfied with the bruise he left. His gaze then trailed to your face, your cheeks flushed and your hair slightly messy. 

“You look really beautiful, have I ever told you that?” he said out of the blue.

That brought an instant smile to your face. You giggled and pushed his face away playfully. 

“What’s up with you?” you asked.

Jungkook set you down but didn’t let go of you just yet, holding you close by your waist. 

“I didn’t want this job because of that University bullshit. I wanted it because I wanted to get closer to you. I’ve been trying to think of ways to talk to you but bribing you was the stupidest of them all and I can’t believe I went with that.” he admitted.

You smiled and toyed with the fabric of his shirt. 

“Stupid or not, your plan worked didn’t it?” you teased. 

Jungkook chuckled, “I guess it did. I really like you, y/n. And uh, would you wanna, you know, be my girlfriend?”

“I’d love to, you dork.” 

“So, I don’t have to set you up on a date with Jimin?” he asked hopefully.

“Well what do you think, genius?”

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the end. do like and reblog pretty please <3 i hope you guys enjoyed reading this one.

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i’m nobody’s but yours

Chapter 2/25 - Chloe’s Prologue

Summary: Beca is straight as an arrow. 100%, totally, completely straight. Except for one problem that 100%, totally, completely changes everything: Chloe Beale.

Title borrowed from Calum Scott’s “If Our Love Is Wrong.”

Word Count: 3k

Rating: M (for dark themes, homophobia, masturbation, and eventual smut in later chapters) 

AO3 and FFN and below the cut

Chloe has no idea how many people she’s crushed on. It feels like a lot. It is a lot.

 There are both boys and girls in elementary school. Eric Sutherland, D’Shawn Johnson, Tyler Robinsdale, Chi Lor. Kayla Henn, Veronica Applegate, Meghan Corothers. She remembers each of them; holding hands with the boys, even “dating” D’Shawn for a while in the second grade. She mostly admired the girls from a distance, but she knows what she felt for them.

She tells her parents and her older brother, Chris, about each and every one of them, which makes them laugh and smile. Her dad calls her a “heartbreaker” even at that young age. She doesn’t quite know what that means, but he smiles when he says it, so she knows it can’t be a bad thing. 

Middle school passes much the same way. Ryan Gabour, Eric Sutherland (again), Jerome Zettler. Kylie Brenna, Courtney Johnson, Kendra Fink, Cady Morgan. Each hold a special place in her heart. She has classes with Ryan, Jerome, Kylie, and Courtney; she joins volleyball with Kendra and Cady. Everything is very simple.

She doesn’t care that she has feelings for both boys and girls. For her, that’s how it’s always been. She sometimes wonders why she never hears other girls talking about their crushes on girls, or why she doesn’t see it in movies or on TV, but she doesn’t let it bother her. All Chloe knows is that she likes both boys and girls, and that’s okay. She figures that she’ll fall in love with a person’s mind, personality, and soul, rather than the body they happen to come in.

She says this – that she’ll love a person, not their body – to her parents and Chris one night at dinner. A small pause comes over the table, during which her parents exchange the briefest of glances. The moment passes quickly, though, and her mom nods like she’s said something glaringly obvious (which, maybe she has). Her dad smiles at her crookedly and tells her that’s a wonderful way to fall in love. Chris, ever the teenager, continues eating his peas, utterly indifferent to his little sister’s proclamation.

She’s pretty sheltered, so it’s not until she’s almost a teenager that the word “gay” even enters her vocabulary. When it does, it’s jeered by Vincent Stridenger at two boys hugging in the hallway. It makes everyone around them turn and look, laughing and jeering. The boys break apart, red-faced and awkward.

Chloe asks Chris about it after school that night, figuring that at 16, he’d understand. His face twists when she asks, transforming into a mask of distaste she’s rarely seen before. He tells her what it means, but she still doesn’t understand why someone would use that term as an insult meant to embarrass others. Chris only pulls her close (she’s amazed; hugs from her teenage brother are becoming few and far in between) and tells her, “It’s okay that you don’t understand why. It just means you wouldn’t do something like that.”

Chloe’s first kiss happens when she’s 13, with Danny Nuck at the local burger place. He’d asked her there on a date and she’d happily agreed. It had gone well; they had a lot of shared interests in books, music, and movies. He even paid for their dinner, then had walked her outside. Because they were both too young to drive, their moms sat in their respective cars in the lot to pick them up.

Before Chloe goes to her mom’s car, though, Danny nervously asks if he can kiss her. Butterflies (the good kind) erupt in Chloe’s stomach and she nods. Danny closes the space between them and places a very small, quick peck on her lips. It’s nothing groundbreaking, but she likes how warm and happy it makes her feel.

Her second kiss is with Emily Kosma. She’s 14 and at her first high school party with actual alcohol. She doesn’t drink very much, only two cups of UV Blue mixed with lemonade, but it’s enough to fill her with a happy buzz.

Emily Kosma is in choir with her and she’s very pretty. She winks at Chloe from across the room as Chloe refills her second cup, and it draws Chloe over to her like a magnet. They talk for a bit about classes, then music, then books they both like. Chloe notices that Emily doesn’t mention boys, which is a good thing; it seems like all the other girls their age talk nonstop about boys, and that gets boring.

They end up dancing together when the music starts. It’s all innocent, until suddenly Emily’s face is close to hers – so close, that she can feel warm puffs of air against her lips. That, Emily’s looks, and the second cup of alcohol spurs Chloe to lean in and kiss Emily on the lips. She thinks about how soft Emily’s mouth is against her own, and how nice her shampoo smells.

They break apart to wolf-whistles and cheers from their tipsy peers. Chloe ignores them in favor of looking into Emily’s eyes, making sure she hadn’t embarrassed her. As it turns out, she doesn’t need to worry; Emily grins at her before reaching to pull her into their second kiss, and their last.

She doesn’t really keep track of who she kisses after that. A few different people, both boys and girls, like always. She’s not overzealous with it; she knows what high schoolers say about girls who kiss (and more than kiss) too many people. But whenever Chloe likes someone, she makes a point to kiss them, as long as they want to kiss her, too.

At 15, she realizes she should probably formally come out to her parents and to Chris. She waits until Thanksgiving, so that Chris is home from college. She’s only a little nervous to tell them because she knows they’ll love her no matter what, but she also doesn’t want them to treat her any differently because of who she dates.

She eventually squeaks it out over the dinner table in a voice that only quivers just the slightest bit. As soon as the words are out, her mom’s brow furrows. Chloe’s stomach drops, only for her mom to ask, confused, “Didn’t you already tell us that?”

Her dad shakes his head and answers for her, “Kinda, but this is the real deal, Cheryl.”

“Oh. Okay,” her mom answers, then adds, “We’re thrilled for you, honey. We want you to be happy. Right, Eric?”

“Of course,” Chloe’s dad smiles at her.

It’s that simple. Chloe grins her thanks and returns to her dinner. She’s lighter than air, filled with love for the people she cares for most in the world and their unerring acceptance of who she is.

As always, Chris continues eating, totally unfazed.

Chloe’s grandparents on her dad’s side both pass away when she’s 16. Her grandma from cancer, and her grandpa three days later from a broken heart (at least, that’s what her dad says). Chloe struggles with it; she’d loved her grandparents very much, having been especially close to her grandmother.

Their funeral is hard, and it’s the first time she can remember feeling so miserable that it actually makes her chest ache. It’s utterly appalling to her, that she can feel something like that.

She talks to her dad about it, though, and that helps. He wipes her tears and tells her that’s what love feels like, and that she’s lucky to be able to feel so deeply. Her mom and Chris help too; they hug her, hold her, bring her Kleenexes when she cries. With every day that passes after that, she can feel the ache in her chest lessening. She knows it’ll never go away completely, but she believes that it makes her a stronger, better person.

She finishes high school ranked 3rd in her class, proud of her accomplishments and full of excitement for her future. She’ll miss her friends desperately, but she already can’t wait for what Barden University will have in store for her.

Moving out is hard, but her parents and Chris (though he’s going to be a senior at his own university) help her get settled into Baker Hall. She meets her random roommate, Rachel, who seems nice, even if she is a math major (Chloe doesn’t trust people who like math that much). Chloe’s family part after countless hugs and what feels like a gallon of tears, but Chloe can’t remember ever feeling so happy and excited for the future.

Joining the Barden Bellas is the best decision she’s ever made, she’s sure of it. Well, she’s sure about her passion for singing and team bonding. She’s less sure about joining a group whose sophomore leader – Alice – is constantly rude to her and the other freshman member, Aubrey Posen.

Chloe is desperate to get to know Aubrey. The blonde is quiet, closed off, and serious in demeanor, but the occasional smile she sends Chloe’s way makes her think she’s not all stone. Still, it’s not until almost a month into Bellas rehearsals that she finally breaks through that hard exterior.

Feeling encouraged by an unusually good rehearsal, Chloe cracks her favorite joke for the group at large.

“Hey, guys,” she starts, getting their attention. “What did the janitor say when he jumped out of the closet?”

She’s met with several blank stares. Alice looks like she’s chewing the inside of her lip to keep from saying anything.

“Supplies!” Chloe cries happily, raising her arms for emphasis. “Get it?”

Only one person laughs: Aubrey. Chloe latches onto that instantly, sending her a beaming smile that Aubrey tentatively returns. She ignores the indifferent looks Alice and the other Bellas send her way in favor of moving to stand next to Aubrey while she gathers her things. They walk out of the auditorium together and Chloe practically forces her phone number into Aubrey’s reluctant hand because, damn it, she wants at least one friend among the Bellas.

Aubrey texts her that night to set up a time to hang out outside of rehearsal. In her dorm room, Chloe breaks into her happy dance in full sight of Rachel.

 Alice’s rudeness turns out to be a blessing in disguise. She and Aubrey bond over it, though Aubrey has a hard time speaking against Alice’s authority at first. Chloe learns that Aubrey comes from a military family that is filled with both love and discipline. She learns that Aubrey is capable of feeling just as much as she is, but isn’t always able to express it.

They spend many nights talking over large cheese pizzas they have delivered either to Aubrey’s room in Kennedy Hall or to Chloe’s in Baker. Friendship has always come easily to Chloe, and what she has with Aubrey is no different. It’s not long until, during a goodbye hug after one of their pizza nights, Aubrey whispers in her ear, “You’re my best friend.”

Chloe dates in college, though not often seriously, as her classes and her Bellas schedule keeps her busier than she’d like. She goes on dates with both men and women, which seems to bother Alice. Chloe doesn’t see why it should bother anyone; it’s her life, she should be able to be happy with whomever she wants. Alice doesn’t get that message, though, and near the end of Chloe’s freshman year, she tries to kick Chloe out of the Bellas. They’re all sitting down in the auditorium, Alice standing at her whiteboards when she says crudely and in front of everyone, “Chloe, if you’re going to be such a fucking slutbag, you can leave the Bellas.”

When that happens, Aubrey immediately stands up for her – literally. She rises from her chair and gets right in Alice’s face, actually forcing her back a step. Chloe can only stare in shock and awe as Aubrey snarls, “Don’t you dare say that to her. It’s none of your business if she dates girls. And you can’t kick her out. That’s discrimination, and I. Will. Tear. You. Down.”

Alice glares back but doesn’t say anything. Chloe’s not sure whether she should cry or cheer; Alice’s words had cut deep (she’s never been called a slut before) but Aubrey’s support of her means the world.

With one final huff in Alice’s direction, Aubrey moves stiffly back to her chair next to Chloe. Chloe glances over to say thanks, but Aubrey seems too angry to notice. Her hands are shaking pretty badly, with one resting on her stomach and the other gripping the side of the seat of her chair.

They never really talk about it beyond Chloe’s whispered, “Thank you,” following the rehearsal. Aubrey acknowledges it with a nod, and that’s that. Alice doesn’t bring it up again, but Chloe notices that Alice doesn’t make eye contact with her anymore after that.

Chloe falls in love with Tom Martineau at the start of her junior year. They’ve been dating for almost six months by that point, so she’s not surprised when she realizes she loves him. He’s kind to people and animals, loves music, books, and travel. He holds doors for her and always walks between her and the road. He’s considerate and good in bed (not that she has anyone to compare him to) and he loves it when she sings to him.

She loves him. That’s why it’s hard to acknowledge that their time together is drawing to a close. He’s set to graduate, while she has one year left at Barden. Even though he promises to visit during her senior year, she knows things won’t really be the same. More than that, they want different things out of life. Chloe isn’t really sure what she’s doing after college, but Tom has his next 20 years planned out. He’s planning on joining the Peace Corps and will probably spend the next five years across the world helping underprivileged kids. After that, he wants to work toward an environmental law degree, then settle down and have four kids of his own. While that all sounds amazing for him, Chloe doesn’t see herself in that picture.

They mutually break up about a week before the Bellas finals at the end of that year. Chloe needs to focus on their performance; Tom on graduation. They both cry when it ends, but they agree it’s for the best.

Chloe’s more upset than she lets on; again, she feels more than she maybe should. Tom is the first person she’s been in love with, and while they part on good terms, it still stings to know she won’t wake up with his arms around her anymore. She calls her mom that night and cries into the phone. From the next room, Aubrey hears her and brings her a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream to make her feel better.

Chloe feels so, so loved that night.

The finals are a disaster. They lost the Bella win, but more than that, it feels like she’s lost her best friend. Aubrey is inconsolable, even though it isn’t really her fault. Chloe spends almost a week after the incident smoothing her hand between Aubrey’s shoulder blades as she dry-heaves into a toilet from the stress.

It’s easier once Alice moves out of the Bella house, leaving them with the keys and a cruel, “You two slutbags can’t fuck things up more than you already have, so you’re captains now.”

Chloe isn’t sorry to see the last of her.

Unfortunately, Aubrey takes Alice’s parting message to heart. She stops heaving only long enough to look up and say, “We need to win next year. We have to.” Chloe tries not to let it bother her, tries to remember that that’s Aubrey trapped in the body of some possessed, angry, and ashamed girl. She hopes the summer helps.

It doesn’t. If anything, Aubrey’s thrown herself into co-captaincy with a renewed vengeance. It’s a little scary.

Chloe knows her senior year is going to be a hard one. With the combined stresses of her classes, finding and training new Bellas, making sure Aubrey doesn’t lose her lunch, and her still relatively recently-ended relationship (though Tom still says he’d like to visit for the occasional hook-up), Chloe decides not to date anyone for a little while. Maybe even for the rest of her college career.

Then, at 21, against Aubrey’s will and recovering from a Bellas failure, Chloe meets Beca Mitchell.

[geniuslab]

Carnival Rides (M)

→ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

→ Genre: Fluff, smut, summer carnival AU

→ Word Count: 11.4k

→ Summary: Working at your parents’ funnel cake stand during the summer sounds like a decent enough gig. But you didn’t quite plan for the exhausting heat or the cute gelato guy who would make it his mission to get you to like him. Warning: This ride will get you wet!

→ What to Expect: car sex, a little bit of public indecency (again), unprotected sex (wear condoms pls), and bad puns

→ A/N: Special thanks to @jinandtonics for the cringe car puns and @jooniper for providing me with unlimited carnival ride puns (including the title, get it?). I love you girls 💕

Also, this is a submission for @hobigolightly‘s summer fic contest, thank you so much for the opportunity!!

The batter sizzled as you poured it into the hot oil. You’d lost track of how many funnel cakes you’d made in the past few hours, so much so that it had become second nature to you. Your hair stuck to your forehead, the heat making you sweat. No matter how many fans you aimed toward you, they were no match for the hot, humid summer air.

Working for your parents’ funnel cake stand originally sounded like a good idea. You’d get to spend the summer outdoors, and you always loved being outside. You got free access to all of the fairs and carnivals you were set up at, and you could sneak as much food as you desired, so long as you served customers first. What you hadn’t considered, however, was that summer outdoors was incredibly hot, the fairs were really only fun for the first couple days, and you could only eat so much fried food before you got sick of it.

“If I have one more person pay me all in change, I’m going to scream,” Jungkook huffed after you handed your last customer their funnel cake. The line had thankfully ended, and the air was full of laughter and the shuffle of people leaving the fair.

“Think of it as summer school,” you replied, beginning to clean up your station. Jungkook groaned and opened the register to start taking out the money.

You were beyond grateful that the night was done, and you turned everything off with a sigh of relief. A slight summer breeze rustled your hair and you closed your eyes, exhaustion from the day making you want to lie down and take a nap.

“It’s only July, we have an entire month left of this,” Jungkook said while he was counting the money. You brushed powdered sugar off your shorts, effectively rubbing it into them. You’d have to wash them anyway; every day ended in a load of laundry and a cold shower.

“Don’t remind me, please.”

You constantly told yourself that the money you were making now would help fund your trip to Italy next summer. Plus, it kept you busy while you were on break from school.

“Next summer, I’m working inside the rec hall where the air conditioning is.”

“Who’s gonna give you a job?” you asked with a chuckle and started wiping things down. “You only got this one because you’re the little nephew who needed something to do all summer.”

“First, I’m only a couple years younger than you,” Jungkook started. “Second, I’m doing your parents a favor by working here.”

“Does complaining run in the family?” a familiar voice asked, and you smiled as you turned to see Namjoon leaning over the counter.

“We’re constantly fueled by our whining,” you replied with a shrug.

“Got any funnel cake left?” Namjoon eyed the inside of your stand and you shook your head.

“Nope, I am not starting everything up again just for you to have a funnel cake.”

Namjoon pouted but you ignored him. Instead, you grabbed a cup and filled it with some lemonade. His dimples came out as you handed it to him, and you filled one up for yourself as well. The refreshing liquid soothed your dry throat and cooled you down just a little.

“How did today go?” you asked and leaned against the counter.

“I was out in the sun all day long.”

You rolled your eyes. “I saw you going into the rec center for at least 10 bathroom breaks. Besides, hot oil beats sun any day. Try again.”

“I sweated through one shirt so bad that I had to get another one out of my car.”

“I have so much powdered sugar in my hair that I won’t be able to get it all out for weeks.”

Namjoon’s eyes twinkled and he leaned forward. “Some kid threw up all over the ride. Twice.”

“Ugh, you were saving that one for last!” You scowled and put your drink down. “You know I can’t beat that.”

“You guys realize that whoever wins this weird contest actually lost, right?” Jungkook chimed in, finally having counted up all the money and put it into a pouch.

“Were you or were you not just complaining when I walked up here?” Namjoon asked and took a sip of his lemonade.

“We’re all hypocrites here,” you conceded.

You heard loud laughter, and you narrowed your eyes as you looked across the fair. It had shut down for the night, only a few stragglers were left. Two men, one tall with broad shoulders, and another one who was smaller and skinnier, were walking out of the rec center. They seemed to be in the middle of a hilarious conversation, the taller one hunched over with his hand on the other’s shoulder as they both laughed.

“At least we have the right to complain,” Jungkook mumbled.

“What an easy job,” Namjoon agreed and looked at the men walking out. None of you knew their names, but you all knew they worked at the gelato stand inside the rec center.

“I’d love to stand in the air conditioning all day passing out gelato,” you said, bitterness woven into your voice.

You were practically shooting daggers at them, not like they noticed. You’d worked ‘with’ them for a month already, but they never came over to your stand or bothered to socialize with the rest of the employees here. They stayed in their cozy, cool corner of the fair and only came out to leave.

“I told you working inside is the best gig,” Jungkook said. “That’s where I’ll be next summer.”

“And I’ll hopefully be in Italy,” you retorted and took a sip of your lemonade as you watched the two men talk. Did they even have to clean up their stand?

“I bet their bosses wrap everything up for them, they just get to leave when they want,” Namjoon grumbled.

“You three are absolutely insufferable,” a new voice teasingly chimed in, and you all looked over to Ji Eun. Even though she’d been outside in the heat for hours, her hair was still flawlessly straight and untangled, and her clothing was immaculate. She worked at the information booth, and even though she had one of the easiest jobs, no one had it in them to complain about her. She might have had it easy in comparison to you three, but her voice was way too sweet and her smile way too blinding to ever get mad at.

Jungkook nearly tripped over himself to walk over to her and lean over the counter. You shot Namjoon a knowing look and he rolled his eyes. Pretty much everyone knew Jungkook had a massive crush on her, including Ji Eun herself. Despite that, she shot him a sweet smile and stopped in front of your stand.

“Come on, even you have to envy the gelato guys,” Namjoon said.

Ji Eun shrugged. “I guess it’s cooler inside, but we’re all working regardless. I don’t really understand the point of complaining.”

You finished your lemonade and threw it out, collecting the trash and tying up the bag as the others talked. Even though you adored her, you didn’t much feel like a pep talk tonight. All you wanted was to get back home and take a shower.

“They’re really nice! Seokjin is super funny, I think you’d like him!” you heard her telling them, and you looked behind you to see that Jungkook’s shoulders were slumped.

You busied yourself in the back, and by the time you were done Ji Eun and Namjoon had left.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but I hate them even more now,” Jungkook said under his breath and helped you finish and lock everything up. You laughed and patted him on the back as you two walked out.

“Now you have a name for one of them, go write about it in your diary.”

Jungkook picked up his pace to overtake you and shot you the finger, and your laughter rang out across the fair. Even the gelato guys looked back at you while they walked out, but you just let your hair loose and threw your hands up to weave their way through the wind as you walked toward your freedom.

“It’s supposed to be even hotter today,” Jungkook sighed the next day as you opened up shop. The fair would open its gates soon, and you sighed along with him as you tied your hair up in a bun.

“Is that even possible?”

Jungkook nodded, a grimace on his face.

“My mom said she’s having Taehyung and Jimin join us halfway through so that we can take off.”

“That’s the best thing you’ve ever said to me,” Jungkook replied. Taehyung and Jimin worked at your parent’s brick and mortar store, and they so rarely volunteered to work the funnel cake stand. Usually, if one of you had to take a break it meant the other would get slammed with both register and cooking. You weren’t the most popular funnel cake stand by any means, but you kept up a fairly steady stream of customers. After several hours, both of you were usually beat. Being able to leave early was a blessing, and you were already planning on getting into a nice bath as soon as you got home.

“Do you wanna start on register?” Jungkook asked with hopeful eyes, interrupting your daydream of bubble bath and candles.

“Too lazy for math?” you asked but walked up to the front. He kissed your cheek and practically skipped to the back so that he could prep the ingredients.

“You realize it gets hot next to that frier, right?”

“If it means I don’t have to associate with anyone or count one more coin, I will happily do it today.”

You rolled your eyes but broke open a coin wrapper and filled the register.

“What time do the others come in?” he asked a few minutes later as he waited for the oil to heat up.

“I think they’re coming in at around six. Why, are you hoping to meet up with your girlfriend after work?”

Jungkook scowled at you but the blush on his cheeks betrayed him. “I was thinking maybe I could bring her some funnel cake and hang out at the information booth for a little bit.”

“Young love,” you sighed wistfully, and then narrowly dodged the towel that he threw at you across the stand.

“I’m going to wait until you get a crush on someone here and then you’ll never hear the end of it.”

You shook your head and looked across the fair at people filing in. Despite it still being before noon, you knew people would be coming soon enough to get their share of fried dough.

“I don’t see that happening. Besides, I’m only here to make enough money so I don’t have to be here next summer. A summer fling is the last thing on my list.”

“Alright, we’ll see about that.”

A customer walked up before you could shoot back a retort, forcing you to put a big smile on your face and ignore the annoying relative behind you.

A few hours and several dozen customers later, things quieted down for a moment. There was a performance going on further down the way, and it seemed like most people had grabbed their food and headed there. You wiped the sweat off your forehead with the hem of your shirt, and when you dropped it back down you saw that someone was standing in front of you at the counter.

Not just someone, but the gelato guy with the broad shoulders. His hair was light blonde, and he stood with his hands behind his back and a big grin on his face.

���I came for some funnel cake but I wasn’t expecting a view,” he said, and you had to keep your jaw from dropping. You tugged on the hem of your shirt and he laughed.

“I didn’t actually see anything,” he assured you and leaned against the counter.

“Still not the best way to introduce yourself to someone,” you mumbled, not completely sure if you were referring to his joke or you nearly flashing him.

“What am I making?” Jungkook asked from the back, and you threw your pointer finger up to let him know that you were still taking the order.

“What do you want?” you asked, perhaps a little too abrasively.

“I actually came to drop something off,” he said, and when his arms came out from behind his back you saw he was holding onto two cups of gelato. You hated how your mouth started watering the second you saw it. Being surrounded by fried dough all day in the heat made creamy, cold gelato look like heaven in a cup.

“Really?” you asked.

He nodded and held them out to you, and when you grabbed yours your hand brushed against his. You shivered a little, but you figured it was because of the condensation dripping down your arm from the cup. You wiped it off and shot him a small smile.

“I wanted to come say hello…” He seemed to be waiting for something, and you realized he was waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“I’m Y/N, this is my cousin Jungkook.”

Jungkook came over to see what was up, and you saw his face shift from confusion over who you were talking to, to happiness because of free gelato, to disappointment when he saw who was handing it to him.

“Are you Seokjin?” he asked, remembering the name of the guy Ji Eun was saying was so nice yesterday.

“I am, how did you know?” Seokjin looked down at his shirt as if expecting a nametag to be there, and when he looked up Jungkook had already walked off without a thank you.

“He’s not very chatty, is he?” he asked. You shook your head and took a bite of the gelato, trying not to show your absolute bliss on your face as you ate it.

“So what finally brings you over here after a month of vending at the same fairs?” you asked when you were done with your spoonful.

“I could ask you why you never came to visit us this entire past month,” he quipped back.

You ran your tongue across your teeth and released with a pop, your eyes narrowed. “I’m not the one inside all day. When I get breaks, I don’t have much time to just walk around.”

You took another bite and he lifted his brow. “Enjoying that free gelato?”

“I’m surprised you came out of the safety of air conditioning to bring it to me.” You set it down, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction out of you enjoying it.

“How old are you?” he asked suddenly.

“I don’t have to tell you that.”

“I feel like you’re younger than me. Did no one ever tell you to respect your elders?”

You laughed at that and squinted your eyes at him, unable to keep an incredulous smile off your face. “I’m twenty one, and I can respect or not respect whoever I want.”

“I’m twenty four and I think you should respect anyone who gives you free food.”

“Is that why you brought this all the way out here in the heat, for respect?”

Seokjin’s jaw dropped and he let out a laugh. “You’re a handful.”

“I’m a girl who’s worked out in the heat for hours and has very little patience left.”

He threw his hands up as a peace offering. “How about this? Since you have to suffer outside all day long, whenever you come inside I’ll give you free gelato.”

You narrowed your eyes again. “Why would you give me free gelato when I just told you off?”

“Because I like you,” he said with a wink.

“This doesn’t mean you get free funnel cake any time you dare to walk outside.”

Seokjin’s smile fell. “Not even one for the road?”

You saw someone approaching him from behind and you shook your head. “No, and someone’s coming so you need to leave.”

He pouted but then backed up and blew you an exaggerated kiss. “One of these days I’ll get to taste your funnel cake.”

“Not for free!” you yelled at him as he walked away. You helped the customer and then sat down in your stool, finally finishing the gelato he’d brought you. Jungkook was sitting on the other stool looking down at his gelato as if it had assaulted him.

“It’s really good,” he said, frustration seeping into his voice.

You agreed, and both of you sat in silence eating the delicious gelato, cursing the person who brought it to you.

When your relief came, you practically bolted out of the funnel cake stand. You barely said hello to Taehyung and Jimin before you were gone, not wanting to spend another minute among the batter and powdered sugar. Namjoon was always either on the Ferris wheel or the pharaoh ride, so you wove your way through the crowd in search of him. You spotted him at the Ferris wheel, and he waved you over when his eyes met yours.

“Taking a break?” he asked as he took tickets from two people and let them onto the next car before moving it up for the next customers.

You came up to his side and did a little dance. “I’m off for the day!”

“And you’re still here?!” He looked you up and down as if you were crazy.

“I didn’t want to leave without seeing my favorite guy.”

“That’s cute, but you’re only saying that because I let you ride the Ferris wheel alone at night after we close.”

“And you only call me your favorite girl because I give you free lemonade and funnel cake, so I think we’re even.”

Namjoon smiled at you. “Perhaps,” he teased.

You stole his stool since he wasn’t sitting on it, and you let your hair down out of its bun with a relieved sigh.

“Did the gelato guy hit you up too yesterday?” you asked.

“No, he hit you up?” He turned to you with his eyebrows high, and the next person in line cleared their throat loudly to get his attention.

“Yeah, he came with some gelato.”

“Why?”

You shrugged even though Namjoon could only see you out of the corner of his eye. “He said he wanted to come say hello, I’m not sure why he waited a month to do it.”

“Maybe he found out you guys make the best funnel cake around.”

“It all tastes the same, Namjoon.”

“Your guess is as good as mine, then,” he said and stopped the next person in line. The ride was full, and he started it and leaned on the ride controls to look at you.

“Can’t believe he finally left the AC.”

“That’s what I said!”

Namjoon laughed and brushed his hair out of his face. “Did you give him hell?”

“I made it clear he couldn’t mooch funnel cake off of me, if that’s what he was after.”

“Good, only I get free funnel cake.”

You rolled your eyes and fanned yourself.

“Are you staying here tonight even though you’re off?” he asked you, eyeing you trying to cool off.

“No, you don’t have to give me any free rides tonight,” you responded. “I have a date with my bathtub.”

Namjoon sighed. “That sounds so nice.”

The ride ended and he started up taking tickets again once everyone was off, repeating the same cycle as always. When the next batch had all gotten on, a familiar face showed up in front of the line with a plate full of funnel cake in his hands.

You looked from the funnel cake, to his blonde hair, to his deep brown eyes.

“How many breaks do you get?” you asked Seokjin.

“Why do the workings of my job make you so angry?” he asked and pulled a piece of funnel cake off and popped it into his mouth.

“It’s how these things work,” Namjoon cut in. “We’re all a team, and anyone who has it easy is mutually hated.”

“Except for Ji Eun.”

“Except for Ji Eun,” Namjoon agreed.

Seokjin looked between you two, trying to figure out if you were serious.

“Are you getting on the ride?” Namjoon asked. He held his hand out for the tickets even though he’d just started the ride and it would be a few minutes before he’d have to collect Seokjin’s tickets anyway.

Seokjin just handed him the tickets and then turned his attention to you.

“You wonder why us people inside never come out. It’s hot out here and you guys are hostile.”

“We like to stew in our aggravation. Why are you coming out now, by the way?”

Seokjin shrugged. “I noticed there are interesting people out here.”

Your cheeks grew hot when you realized he was talking about you.

He popped another piece of funnel cake into his mouth and then gave you a wink.

“Did you get that at my stand?” you asked.

“Maybe. Maybe not. You won’t give me free funnel cake and there are plenty of other ones around here.”

“Were you looking for my girl?” Namjoon asked and threw his arm around your shoulders. Seokjin looked at his arm and then between you two again.

“I can’t tell when you guys are being serious.”

You shrugged Namjoon’s arm off but smiled when you saw that Seokjin seemed slightly put off by the idea of you being with Namjoon. Is that why he had searched for your stand? Not to get free funnel cake, but to see you? Even if he liked you from afar, you had no idea how he even saw you considering you avoided him when you went inside for your breaks and he always left before you’d closed up for the night.

No, he was probably hoping you’d be there and would cave and give him free food.

“I heard you gave Y/N free gelato yesterday,” Namjoon said and slowed down the ride to start letting people off.

“Yeah, I can bring you some if that means you won’t hate me anymore.”

“Deal.”

Seokjin laughed and held his free hand out for Namjoon to shake. “It didn’t work with her, but I’m still working on it.”

“Why does it matter if I like you or not?” you asked.

“We’re not oblivious in there, you know,” he responded. “We see you all glaring at us, and I’m here to make peace.”

“I bet he’s making peace before we end up at a fair that doesn’t have any air conditioned buildings for them to set up shop in,” Namjoon said.

Your jaw dropped and you turned to Seokjin. “Is that true?”

He shrugged and took another bite. “Maybe.”

“If you think you’ll get a good lot at the next one because you’re getting people to like you with free gelato, you’re wrong!” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You can take the lot next to all the cattle,” Namjoon said.

“So you’ll be at the next fair too?” Seokjin asked you, ignoring the last part of the conversation.

“Why wouldn’t I? We all just hop from one location to the next during festival season.”

“Good.” He winked again and then stepped out of line.

“You’re next up and you already gave me your tickets!” Namjoon yelled after him.

“I got what I wanted!” he said and waved before blending into the crowd.

“What was that about?!” you asked Namjoon, and when you looked up at him he was looking at you with a smirk.

“I think he’s taken a liking to you.”

“He doesn’t even know me,” you huffed and hopped off the stool. Namjoon took it instantly and sighed when he sat down, ready for another round of tickets.

“Maybe he wants to taste your funnel cake.”

You balled your fists up at his words which mimicked Seokjin’s yesterday, but you stormed off before you’d get tempted to push him off the stool and leave the Ferris wheel unattended.

You moved locations soon after, now vending at a carnival that was free to enter. You weren’t sure if that would mean people would be more or less willing to spend money on food, but the lines seemed to be about the same as always. Once again there was another air conditioned building, and Seokjin’s gelato stand was in there as per usual.

Namjoon was right: he did want to taste your funnel cake. Literally. Every single day, Seokjin swung around your stand to order a plate full of funnel cake. And every day, you refused to give it to him for free. This didn’t stop him from visiting though, and he always seemed to find a way to visit when it was least busy so that he could stand around and make conversation with you. Jungkook continued to ignore him, but even when you were in the back, Seokjin weaseled his way around the stand and found a way to talk to you.

Although you wouldn’t admit it, not even to yourself, his company wasn’t half bad. His bad jokes and infectious laughter brought a smile to your face every time, and you begrudgingly let it happen.

You sighed one day, resigned, when he came into your stand from the back and grabbed your stool. Jungkook had left on break, so you were jumping around from the register to the frier.

“If you’re going to invade my space, then you might as well be helpful.” You pointed to the front, where the register and a line of people waited.

“But this is my break!” Seokjin yelled.

“You have to pay for all the funnel cake somehow, right?”

Seokjin sighed and then moved the stool up to the front so he could start taking orders.

“Does this mean you’ll like me now?” he asked when the line finally died down and you grabbed a rag to wipe the sweat off your forehead.

“No.”

“What do I have to do to win you over?”

You rolled your eyes. “I still don’t understand why that’s so important to you.”

“Because everyone likes me. Even Namjoon gives me free rides now when I bring him gelato. But you don’t like me for some reason.”

You busied yourself with opening a new bag of powdered sugar, answering him over your shoulder, “Not everyone has to like you, you know.”

“True, but everyone does. Except for you.”

You ignored him, instead choosing to groan over how heavy the bag of powdered sugar was as you moved it from one side of the stand to the other.

“Why do you work this job if you hate it so much?”

You let out a loud breath as you set down the bag and looked up at him. “I don’t hate it that much. But I wanna make enough money to visit Italy next summer.”

Seokjin was silently staring at you, his eyes wide.

“What?” you asked and straightened up.

“You do realize what’s in Italy, right?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure of where he was going with this. “No, what?”

“Gelato!”

You groaned and threw your head back.

“Y/N, I sell gelato. I’m practically Italy itself.”

“Selling a product that’s common in Italy doesn’t mean anything.”

Seokjin just crossed his arms and looked you up and down. “Now I really don’t know why you don’t like me. You want to visit Italy, land of the gelato, but you won’t accept my free gelato.”

“Maybe I don’t want to taste your gelato,” you snapped at him.

His eyebrows shot up and the corner of his lips raised as well. “Touché.”

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asked, back from his break.

“I’ll get you to like me one way or another,” Seokjin said, ignoring Jungkook. He got off the stool and blew you an exaggerated kiss before disappearing out the back.

“What’s going on with you two?” Jungkook asked and took his place on the stool.

You sighed and got the batter ready as another customer got in line. “I have no idea.”

“Namjoon, over here!”

It was a week later, and you excitedly called over your friend, a plate of funnel cake already made for him.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been that excited to see me. What’s got you in such a good mood?” he asked when he came up to the counter. He already had his uniform off, the shirt slung over his shoulder as he sported the tank he always wore under it.

“Jimin missed a few hours at work this week so he’s filling in the last hours of my shift tonight. I’m a free woman in half an hour!”

Namjoon pulled off a piece of funnel cake and ate it before saying, “That’s something to celebrate.”

You hummed in agreement. “I might actually stay for a little while and go on some of the carnival rides. You heading home?”

“Yeah, but if you want on anything for free, just find Hoseok. I talk about you a lot, so he knows you.”

“You talk about me? Why, Namjoon are you smitten with me?” You put your hand on your chest and batted your eyelashes at him.

He just shook his head with a low chuckle. “No, but someone else might be.”

You followed his line of sight and saw Seokjin leaving the rec center, his hand combing through his hair as if he were filming a shampoo commercial. He was gorgeous and he knew it, which frustrated you to no end.

“He doesn’t like me like that,” you said. “He’s only trying because he knows I don’t like him and that aggravates him.”

“You sure about that?” Namjoon asked, his eyes now on you.

“Yeah, his intentions are pretty clear to me.”

“No, I mean are you sure you don’t like him?”

You cut your eyes back to him and dropped your jaw. “I thought it was very clear that I don’t like him. He’s chaotic and annoying.”

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” Namjoon said and backed away before you could reach over the counter and smack him.

“No more free funnel cake for you!” you shouted, but he only laughed and walked away.

Later that night, Jimin came to fill in and you finally left the stand and let your hair loose. The sun was going down, making the lights on all the rides look almost magical. Even though you spent every day here, you had to admit that the charm of a carnival was still not lost on you. There was something so inexplicably special about walking around in the summer heat, surrounded by laughter and excited screams and the smell of cotton candy and fried food. You felt like no matter how annoyed you got with working fairs, no matter how many days you stood out in the heat handing out food, you still would find something special in the air when you walked around it at night.

In a way, it made you feel like a kid again.

You stopped by a stand and got a slushie, reveling in the way that it cooled you down as you sipped. You wouldn’t stay for too long; you were still incredibly tired from a day’s work. But you wanted to at least go on the Ferris wheel and ride it while all the lights were still on, crowds of people below and the whole world stretched out in front of you.

The line wasn’t too long, so you got into it and waved at Namjoon’s coworker, Hoseok.

“Going for a ride?” a voice asked behind you, and you squeezed your eyes shut when you realized who it was.

“Why are you here?” you asked. “Do you take more breaks than you work?”

When you opened your eyes and looked behind you, Seokjin was standing there with a smile on his face.

“I’ve barely taken any breaks today, I’ll have you know.”

“And you just so happened decided to go on the Ferris wheel when I did?”

He shrugged but the smirk on his face suggested that he’d seen you walk past.

“I didn’t see you yesterday,” you said for some reason, not even sure why. But you had sort of gotten used to his frequent visits, and part of you missed him yesterday.

“You noticed I wasn’t here? That’s so sweet of you, maybe you are starting to like me after all.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to face the front of the line. There were only a few couples in front of you, each with their hands together. The sight made your heart pang for a quick second before you shook it off. The ride had ended, and Hoseok started letting the couples on. When it was your turn at the front, Hoseok smiled at you and let you on without a ticket.

You hopped into the car excitedly, but then Hoseok ushered Seokjin in with you and you started shaking your head.

“No, I wanna ride alone!”

“Can’t do that for you,” Hoseok said, although the smile on his face suggested that he was up to something. “Two people to a car, that’s how it always is.’

“That’s never how it is!” you objected. “Namjoon always lets me ride alone!”

Hoseok shrugged and Seokjin sat down next to you with a grin.

“Have fun, you two,” he winked and closed the door, and you dropped your jaw in horror as he sent your car up so he could fill the next one.

“Did you pay him to do that or something?” you asked Seokjin and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Surprisingly, no.” He looked delightedly surprised.

You huffed and sat back in your seat, vowing to ignore him the whole ride and just look at your surroundings instead.

“Do you really hate me that much?” he asked, his usual cocky tone gone. In fact, his voice was softer and quieter than usual, almost carrying a note of hurt in it. It was as if he was afraid of hearing your answer.

Your usual snarky response got caught up in your throat and you shook your head no.

“Why do you act like it so much?” he asked.

“I don’t like act it,” you said, although you knew that wasn’t true. Every time he showed up, you rolled your eyes in disdain. Why did you make such a fact of showing him how much you didn’t like him?

“Is this like how kids bully the other kids they have a crush on?” Seokjin asked, his tone back to normal.

“It is not!” you yelled, and you were grateful that the sun had gone down and the shadows hid the fact that you were blushing. You did not have a crush on him, that’s not why you so exaggeratedly acted like you didn’t like him. Then again, you didn’t really know why you didn’t like him. It just seemed like the right thing to do, him being in the elite few who got to work inside all day long at the fair.

As if he could read your thoughts, he sighed and asked, “It’s not really because I work inside, is it? What is with you people hating us so much?”

You shrugged and played with the hem of your shorts which were fraying.

“It’s not that, I just—”

“I work for free, just so you know,” Seokjin interrupted you. You looked up at him in surprise. “It’s my family’s business, and I help them run it in the summer.”

You felt a pit in your stomach, no longer having a valid excuse to not like him. All this time you gave him so much shit, and he wasn’t even getting paid to be here, unlike you. Not like that excuse was even valid in the first place, paid or not. Had your annoyance with him all been an act, even to yourself? He wanted you to like him, so you supposed you’d made it a point to not like him.

You bit your lip and looked at the ground, embarrassed by how childish you’d been.

“And I don’t come outside all that much, other than when I come to see you, because I take online courses and I spend any of my free time studying for them.”

“Oh…” you said, letting your lackluster response trail off into the air.

“You don’t have to like me, you know,” Seokjin said. “But I like you, and the least you could do is not hate me for false reasons.”

“I don’t hate you!” you said. “I like you, Seokjin.”

He laughed and bumped his shoulder into yours. “So this is like a playground crush, then?”

You blushed again and pushed him away from you. “No! I guess I just never wanted to give you the satisfaction; you annoyed me endlessly trying to get me to like you.”

“Does this mean I’ll get free funnel cake now?”

“No!”

Seokjin’s laughter was so loud that you were sure people below could hear it.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like I hated you,” you said seriously, scanning his face. “I got so caught up in proving you wrong that I didn’t even know why I didn’t like you.”

“Are you getting sappy on me now?” he asked. “Go back to yelling at me, I liked that better.”

“You want me to yell at you?” You furrowed your brows.

“Degradation, I’m into that,” he said with a wink and you groaned and turned away from him to look out into the night.

“Now that you don’t actually hate me, stop by and get some gelato some time. It’s not Italy, but it’s as close to it as you can get right now.”

You felt that something special again as you looked over the fair. Your car had reached its turn to pause at the top, and looking at all the glittering and flashing lights made it feel like magic was flowing through your veins. And finally getting along with Seokjin, both because you understood him better now and because you realized you never really disliked him at all, made you relax in your seat.

“I might.”

And, surprisingly, you did. The following week, you escaped the summer heat on your break and made your way into the rec center. You wove through different vendors’ stalls, lots of handmade jewelry and kitchenware, until you arrived in front of the gelato stand you were looking for.

“Can I help you?” someone asked, and you noticed it was the guy that Seokjin frequently walked out with. Yoongi, if you were remembering correctly from the numerous times Seokjin interrupted you at work and talked your ear off while you cooked.

“Is Seokjin here?” you asked, looking around.

“Yeah, he went on break a few minutes ago. He should be back soon though.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for him. Thanks.” You smiled shyly and looked at the different flavors of gelato they had to offer. Relieved that he didn’t have to help you, Yoongi sat down in his chair with a big sigh and closed his eyes.

You’d tried the vanilla when Seokjin had originally brought it to you, but you hadn’t known they offered so many flavors. You walked slowly down the counter, reading the names of the flavors through the glass and chewing on your lip as you decided which flavor to get.

“Do you want to test any of the flavors first?” you heard, and when you looked behind you Seokjin was walking up with a book tucked under his arm.

“There’s so many to choose from, so I think that would be helpful.”

He smiled at you and got behind the counter. As he put his gloves on, he kept sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You didn’t know why, but a blush started creeping up your neck and you concentrated on looking at the gelato and not him.

“Start with this one, it’s turtle cheesecake and absolutely divine. I made it myself.” He held out a small spoon of it.

“No way,” you said and took it from him.

“Yes way. Do I not look talented enough to stir ingredients together?”

You didn’t answer, just tried the gelato and had to stop yourself from moaning as caramel hit your tongue.

“You like that one, don’t you?” he asked with a huge grin on his face.

“It’s nice, I guess,” you admitted.

“It’s pretty cool, if I say so myself.”

“Did you just make a pun?” you asked and threw the spoon into the tiny trash can they had on top of the counter.

“Yeah, was it too cheesy?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help from smiling at his boisterous laughter that followed his joke. His smile mimicked yours when you told him you’d keep trying different flavors, and you spent the rest of your break testing out gelato and listening to the different kinds of jokes he could make as he handed them to you.

As summer rolled on, you started taking more breaks to visit Seokjin. You told yourself it was just to get free gelato, but the more you visited him, the less you wanted gelato and the more you just liked bantering with him back and forth.

It wasn’t something you could quite explain, but Seokjin gave you that same warm feeling that you had when you’d walk around the fair at night, that feeling like everything was where it should be but also that air of excitement that anything could happen.

“You’ve been eating a lot of gelato lately,” Namjoon said to you as you passed him on your way back to your stand one day.

“It’s summer, it’s hot, and this is cold and refreshing,” you quipped back.

“You’re sure it doesn’t have anything to do with the guy who gives it to you?” he asked teasingly, and you hurried off so you wouldn’t have to listen to his laughter.

Unfortunately, when you arrived back from break, Jungkook also looked at the cup of gelato in your hands and raised his eyebrows.

“Is that where you keep running off to?” he asked.

You sighed and finished your last scoop of gelato, throwing the cup in the bin and ignoring Jungkook’s comment. It wasn’t that you were annoyed by being teased, but every time someone teased you about liking Seokjin you felt a flutter in your stomach. You liked Seokjin, but you didn’t like Seokjin. Right?

Jungkook stayed quiet for a bit while you got a rush of customers, but as the night wound down and the customers started leaving, you two got a break to start cleaning up.

“I never thought you’d cozy up with the gelato boy,” he said and you sighed loudly.

“I’m just bringing peace between our two worlds, you know?”

“That is such a load of bullshit,” he laughed. “Oh my god, you actually like him!”

“Shut up, I do not!” you yelled. A couple people walking past your stand gave you a funny look and you turned your back to them.

“Oh this is so great, I finally get to tease you about having a crush on someone here. This is payback for Ji Eun.”

“It is not, because I do not like Seokjin!”

Jungkook laughed and you threw a rag at him.

“Just leave,” you said.

“Are you kicking me out because I’m teasing you?”

“No, you’re annoying me and we’re closing in twenty minutes anyway so get out of my hair!”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said and slipped out the back of the stand, coming around the front to look at you over the counter. “I’m only teasing, you know. But you getting so upset is a little suspicious.”

You shot him a dirty look and he bounced back from the counter. “I’m just saying! Anyway, have fun cleaning up!”

A scowl was on your face as he walked away, and you felt the weird flutter in your stomach again. The truth was, you really did enjoy spending time with Seokjin now. But you figured it was the same way you liked spending time with Namjoon or Ji Eun or any of the other people here. He made you blush, though, and his jokes were annoyingly endearing. And he made you feel a sort of excited calm, such a weird juxtaposition of feelings mixed into one that made being with him almost intoxicating.

You tried to shake your thoughts off by busying yourself with cleaning up. Almost no one was left, so you started wiping things down and turning everything off for the night. You were folding up a bag of powdered sugar when your hands slipped and it plumed out of the bag like smoke, surrounding you in sugar.

When the cloud of white died down, you saw that you were covered in sugar from the waist up. You tasted sugar on your lips, and you groaned at the thought of how sticky it would get in a matter of minutes. You tried using a damp cloth to get it off, but you soon gave up and made your way to the bathrooms in the rec center, needing a steady stream of water and a lot more towels to clean it off of you.

Seokjin was on his way out as you entered the building, and his eyes widened as he took in your sugar-covered appearance.

“Don’t ask,” you muttered and dipped into the bathroom, Seokjin’s laughter behind you.

Several minutes and a handful of wet towels later, you exited the bathroom relatively clean. At least, clean enough to get in your car and head home so you could take a shower. Seokjin was still standing outside of the bathroom when you got out, and you gave him a questioning look but left without speaking a word to him. He followed you out, his footsteps getting quicker so he could come up to your side and walk with you.

“Do you need any help?” he asked.

You ignored his question and asked your own. “Why are you still here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He was trying to keep the laughter out of his voice but was failing.

“I’m fine, it was just some powdered sugar.”

“You’re sweet enough without having to pour sugar all over yourself, you know,” he said, trying to get you to laugh. But you were not in the mood, and even though his jokes usually made you laugh, you ignored him when you got to your stand and started locking everything up so you could get out of there.

You saw Seokjin’s smile fall out of the corner of your eye, and he gently touched your elbow. “You’re genuinely upset, is something else wrong?”

“This entire day has been frustrating,” you snapped, and he flinched back at your harsh tone.

“You were fine just a little while ago when you came to see me.”

“That was my first mistake,” you sighed, and the instant it left your lips you regretted it. Seokjin’s face fell and he took a step back.

“I thought we were past this,” he said. “If you really don’t like me, you don’t have to talk to me anymore.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” You scrambled to lock everything up as he walked away. As soon as the bolt slid home, you ran after him and grabbed onto his shoulder to make him stop.

“It wasn’t frustrating because I came to see you, but the things that happened because of it are what frustrated me,” you explained.

Seokjin’s eyebrows knit in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

The fluttering in your stomach started again, reaching an all time high. “It was frustrating because everyone keeps teasing me about you.”

“Why are they teasing you?”

You bit your lip. “Because they think I like you. And I’m not up for petty teasing.”

“But do you?” he asked.

“Do I what?” Your head was swimming, a mix of the hot air and the increasing fluttering in your stomach making you a little dizzy.

“Do you like me?”

Your instant response was to brush it off and roll your eyes, but Seokjin grabbed your hand and the fluttering in your stomach practically lurched you toward him, as if you needed to be as close as possible. His eyes scanned your face as you battled the urge to tell him what you weren’t even telling yourself. Under his soft gaze, you crumbled.

“I might,” you finally answered.

His lips turned into a small smile, and you dropped your head out of embarrassment. Of course you had to go and make things awkward with a guy you had to see practically every single day this summer. At least there were only a few weeks left, surely you could avoid him until—

He lifted your chin and broke your line of thought. His smile was bigger than you’d ever seen it.

“Do you know why I brought you gelato when I did?” he asked.

You shook your head no, wondering what kind of rejection this was.

“Because the night before that, I saw you walking out of work with your hands in the air and your hair was free and you looked so happy and absolutely beautiful that I had to meet you and find out who you were.”

You stood there silently, not sure how to respond. Your head felt light and you swung a little, just enough for Seokjin to drop his hand to your waist to help steady you. His touch felt electric even through your shirt.

“And I kept coming back even after I met you because there’s something so amazing about you that draws me toward you,” he continued. “Every single day I like you more and more, I can’t believe that hasn’t been incredibly obvious.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, a bit breathless.

“Y/N, I’ve been falling in love with you this entire time.”

Frozen in shock, you let him lift your chin up a little higher and watched as his eyes dropped to your lips.

“I thought shit like this only happened in romance novels,” you mumbled, unable to think of anything else.

“Well, I do look like I could be on the cover of one,” he said and you finally relaxed, letting out a small giggle.

“Just kiss me already,” you said, and he pulled you closer and dipped his plush lips down to meet yours. If his touch was electric, his kiss was nearly indescribable. The second his lips touched yours it was like pouring oil on fire, heat licking up from your feet and wrapping around your bodies. You touched his lips with the tip of your tongue, and when he opened his mouth against yours you practically moaned.

He tugged you backwards a bit so that you’d be in between too stalls and not right out in the open. You didn’t stop kissing him the entire time you moved, so enraptured in him that you didn’t want to let go.

Once you were out of sight of others, you kissed him even harder, your hands tangled in his blonde hair and then running down his neck to his broad shoulders. He chuckled against your mouth and you finally broke away from him to see why he was laughing at you.

“What?” you asked between your ragged breaths.

“I’m just thinking about doing things with you up against this stand right here but a picture of a clown is staring right at us and he looks very disapproving.”

You looked behind you and saw what he was referring to, a giant painted clown on the side of one of the rides that did, in fact, look like it was not pleased with your antics. And then you realized that pressed against your stomach was Seokjin, and he was quite hard.

Looking between you two and then up at his face, you knew exactly what things he’d been thinking about. And though it had only been a few moments since you’d first kissed him, you needed him more than you could even put into words.

The dampness between your legs agreed, and you pulled him out into the open and tugged him toward the parking lot.

“Your place or mine?” he joked behind you, and you turned to walk backwards and pushed your body against his.

“Depends on whose is closer.”

His eyes widened at your words. “Are you serious?”

“Very.”

“Holy shit,” he muttered and walked a bit faster, practically pushing you so you could get out of the fairgrounds as fast as possible.

“I live half an hour away from here,” he said.

“Shit, I live even further.”

“That’s way too fucking long,” he groaned, and you agreed.

An idea popped into your head, one fueled by lust and maybe a little bit of stupidity. But you needed him so badly that you really didn’t care.

“My car has a fairly roomy backseat,” you said.

Seokjin’s eyes twinkled devilishly at your words. “But car sex is so exhausting.”

“Did you seriously just make a pun about car sex?” you asked, feeling for your keys in your back pocket.

“Yeah, don’t you want me to take you for a ride?”

You groaned out of annoyance and also sexual frustration, wanting to both fuck him and slap him. You grabbed your keys and unlocked your car which was now only a few feet away, deciding on wanting to fuck him far more than slap him, although if he kept making puns the entire time you might kick him out of the car and drive away.

“I’ve got my own gear shift,” he said, this time laughing at his own joke and you shut him up by kissing him. You ran your hand up his shirt and his laughter died in his throat as you gently trailed your nails along his skin.

“Enough with the jokes, just fuck me already,” you said and then got into the backseat of your car, inching backward and biting your lip as you looked at him. “You don’t even need a condom if you’re clean, I’m on the pill.”

He scrambled in after you, not wasting a second longer. When he shut the door you locked it, and the lights in the car went out so that you two were surrounded by darkness. The lot was almost completely empty, devoid of lights or any cars around you. Public sex wasn’t really your thing, but it was highly unlikely that someone would come across you two. And yet, the idea thrilled you in a twisted way.

You sat back across the seats and he situated himself between your legs, hovering over you to finally push his lips against yours again. You squeezed your thighs against him and pulled him as close as possible, grinding your core into his stomach.

“You’re really impatient, you know that?” he asked, but he sat up slightly to take his shirt off. He threw it somewhere up near the front and then turned his attention back to you. His fingers played along the hem of your shirt and you moved so he could take it off of you.

When you were finally freed of your shirt, you started working on the clasp of your bra. He licked his lips as he watched, and when you took it off he traced his eyes over your breasts before dipping his head low and capturing one of your nipples in his mouth.

You moaned and arched your back up into him, your fingers wrapping tightly into his hair. He flicked his tongue against your nipple and sucked, and when he was satisfied and your thighs were shaking, he moved over to give equal attention to the other.

“I’m so sensitive, oh my god,” you barely got out, so caught up in pleasure that it was hard to speak.

He let go of your nipple and looked up at you. “You taste like sugar.”

“Well, I did spill a bunch of sugar on myself just a little while ago, as you know.”

He shook his head and kissed your collarbone. “No, your skin is just so sweet.”

Your pussy throbbed at his words, and no amount of grinding up against him was going to satisfy you any longer.

“I really need you,” you groaned and tugged on his hair a little. He broke away to focus on taking off his pants. While he shimmied them off, you took yours off as well and let them fall off your legs into a ball on the floor. It was difficult navigating in such a confined space, but somehow the gentle bumps and the slight fumbling only made you needier, the constant touching just adding to your desire.

You took your underwear off too, and when you two finally looked at each other, eyes adjusted to the dark, the lust practically hung in the air between you two. Seokjin had his dick in his hands, and he pumped it a few times as he eyed you up and down.

“You’re even more gorgeous than I ever could’ve possibly imagined,” he murmured.

You flicked your eyes down to his dick, hard and red and standing at attention waiting to enter you. “And you’re really fucking hot,” you said, all eloquence going straight out the window.

“Can I uh...park in your spot?” he asked, and when you started pushing him off of you he started laughing. “Okay fine, no more jokes!”

“Please fuck me already before I kick you out,” you said, and he ran his hand up and down his dick a couple more times before he gently pushed you back down against the seats. You’d never had sex in a car before, and you had to admit that the angle of your neck against the door was a bit uncomfortable. Seokjin had one knee up on the seat, the other foot on the floor, and all concerns about comfort flew out of your mind when he rubbed his dick against your dripping pussy, collecting your juices and lubricating himself. He slid in with a hiss, far too slow for your liking.

“I can take a lot more than that,” you said. He pushed your knees up so that they were almost level with your face, and with one hand on the door behind you and the other gripping your side, he slid out and then thrust back in.

“I’m not sure how fast I can go in this small of a space,” he grunted out between thrusts, setting a slow but steady pace.

“You can go faster than that,” you goaded, and when you ran your fingers from his shoulders down his back he moaned and thrust in faster.

“I didn’t realize how demanding you were,” he said, sweat already on his brow and matting his shiny hair down.

“Fuck me harder, asshole,” you replied, and you felt him shudder against you.

“The degradation thing was a joke,” he said, but his pace had picked up even faster than before, and his hand was digging into your hip now so hard that he’d surely leave bruises.

“Whatever you say, baby,” you teased, and the pet name made him curse and grip you even harder.

“I can’t wait to find out all your kinks,” you said, and he moved his hand away from your hip to find your clit, his thumb pushing down on it and making you scream.

“You should be quiet unless you want someone to catch us. Unless that’s one of your kinks?” he teased back.

You clenched around him and both of you moaned together. Your hips started bucking up to meet his, skin slapping against skin. The noise was only amplified in the small space, and the windows were fogging up. You could feel your orgasm just on the horizon, a fuse quickly running out and ready to blow.

Lights passed the car and you both froze for a second, but they disappeared, most likely an employee on their way home. Your heart was racing, and your hips involuntarily moved against his.

“You really do have a thing for getting caught, don’t you?” he asked and you could see his grin.

You clenched around him again and thrusted upwards, too fucked out to deal with his teasing right now. You were so close, teetering on the edge.

“You feel so fucking good, please just let me cum,” you whined.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned and moved his hips. When he started thrusting into you again he set a blinding pace, and you moaned unabashedly.

You knew the car had to be shaking, and the thought that someone seeing it from afar and knowing exactly what was happening made your toes curl.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cried out, wanting to drag out the sensation but far too weak to resist it for much longer.

Seokjin increased his pace even more, and his cock filling you up paired with his finger on your clit tipped you over the edge. Despite his warning about getting caught, you screamed as you came, your hips shuddering against his.

He followed you right after, spilling into you and crashing his lips into yours as his hips slowed down. Your breath intermingled, and you pressed your forehead against his as you both came down from your highs. You spent several moments lying there together, the sound of your breathing filling up the car.

“I never even imagined sex in a car could feel that good,” he mumbled against your lips when he finally pulled out. The loss of him inside you made you whine.

“Got enough energy for round two at my place? Or maybe the driver’s seat?” you asked. When you pulled away, the grin on his face gave you your answer.

Even though you had the best night of sex that you’d ever experienced, work started up again the next day just like always. You dragged yourself in far more tired than usual, and Jungkook looked at the dark circles under your eyes and your very pleased smile on your face with confusion.

“Why do you look so miserable but so happy at the same time?” he asked as he opened the shutters for the day to start.

“I had a good but restless night,” you replied, and he must’ve sensed something in your voice which, coupled with your words, made him curl his lip up in disgust.

“Ew, I don’t need to hear about your wild nights.”

“Then don’t ask,” you said and threw an apron on.

He didn’t ask for any more information until around midday, when Seokjin swung by and a goofy little grin popped onto your face when you saw him walking up.

“I’ve never seen you that pleased to see your little boyfriend,” Jungkook joked. But then he saw the blush creeping onto your face, and when you gave Seokjin some funnel cake free of charge, he nearly fell off his stool.

“Wait, are you guys seriously a thing?” he asked, looking between you two.

“Mind your own business, kid,” Seokjin jokingly snapped back, but then he leaned over the counter and you did too, giving him a peck on the lips.

Jungkook’s strangled gasp made you both laugh and look at him.

“I was just teasing, I didn’t really think you two were a thing,” he said. But then his expression turned from horrified confusion to absolute excitement. “Wait, this means you’re not gonna date Ji Eun!”

“Was I ever going to date Ji Eun?” Seokjin asked.

“Bye, I’m going to go ask her out!” He practically stumbled out of the stand and left you alone with Seokjin. You poked your head around the counter and watched Jungkook running off to the information booth, an excited spring in his step.

“Who would’ve thought that you were his only competition,” you said, amused.

“Baby, it’s not even a competition. He’s lucky I liked you,” he replied and winked at you. You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling wide, and when you kissed him again you tasted sugar on his lips.

It was the final day of summer. Most vendors had cut their prices in half, eager to get rid of stock for the season. You were busy the entire day, making funnel cake after funnel cake and pouring countless cups of lemonade for customers who were taking advantage of the last breath of summer. You didn’t even notice it was closing time until you looked up and saw the lights flickering out on the rides, the fairgrounds relatively deserted.

“I’m definitely never working this again,” Jungkook said and sat down on the floor, equally exhausted. You sat down next to him and rested your head against the wall.

“At least you’re dating Ji Eun now, so you got something out of it.”

“Both of us got money and laid, but at what cost?”

“Ew, I don’t need to hear about that,” you said and pushed his shoulder so he’d fall over. He laughed and straightened up, and then you heard a knock on the wall. Seokjin peeked his head around and smiled when he saw you.

“Speaking of not wanting to hear things, I’m out of here,” Jungkook said, and even though it meant you would have to clean up alone, you let him leave. Despite his constant complaining, he wasn’t half bad as an employee, and he was partly how you had stayed sane all summer.

“I have a surprise for you,” Seokjin said when you two were alone, and he held his hand out for you to take it. You didn’t speak as he lead you through the fairgrounds, and you ended up at a destination that you knew well.

“Last night for free rides,” Namjoon said, and his classic dimples were visible as he looked between you two. He might have teased you when you were still questioning your feelings for Seokjin, but as soon as he found out you two were together he was nothing but supportive.

You got into the Ferris wheel car and Seokjin lagged behind.

“Aren’t you getting on?” you asked.

“Don’t you wanna ride alone?” he countered, mimicking your words from when you first got stuck riding the Ferris wheel with him.

“Please join me,” you said softly, and he followed you into the car and closed the door. When the wheel started moving, he took your hand into his and traced patterns into it.

“I’m going to miss seeing you every day,” he admitted.

“You can still see me every day,” you said and kissed him on the cheek. “Just because we’re not working together anymore doesn’t mean I won’t want to keep seeing you.”

Seokjin’s shoulders relaxed, and you hadn’t realized that had been worrying him.

“You’re not just some summer fling,” you told him, and you touched his face so he’d look you directly in the eye. “I was falling in love with you for as long as you were falling in love with me, I just didn’t know it yet.”

That feeling of calm and excitement, the one that made you feel like you were home but that you had the whole world stretched out in front of you, was always present when you were with Seokjin. He was your little piece of summer that you could keep with you always, no matter what the season or where you were.

He kissed you then, his lips soft against your own, and you didn’t even need to be on a Ferris wheel to feel like you were on top of the world.

“Now that we’re pros at fucking in confined spaces, do you think we could manage it up here?” he asked when he pulled away.

“Is that one of your kinks?” you giggled. “Do Ferris wheels get you going?”

“No, but you do.”

You laughed and shook your head. “I’m pretty sure that would be frowned upon, but I’ll make it up to you when we get home.”

“Sounds good,” he said and then you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I was going to have them shoot off fireworks, but then the guys told me that costs thousands and I nearly passed out.”

You giggled and curled up closer to him. “This is more than enough. You’re always more than enough.”

Lights twinkled below you, and sitting here with your hand in his, you felt like summer would never truly end.

(Masterlist)

[whaledesu]

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Those antique metal, enamel coated cups.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Lollipops

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Idk, I was a pretty normal child.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Depends on where the soda comes from honestly.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

I really like fashion, but goth fashion out of those.

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones are preferable 

8. movies or tv shows?

Why not both?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

The rain, always.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Dodgeball I guess, the part where you don’t get hit, not throwing lol.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Sleep.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

It’s just called Mood Dump. Lol

13. lanyard or key ring?

key chains 

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Probably Jolly Ranchers

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

If it was an assigned one I don’t remember, they always made us read the same ones over and over.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Indian style, always 

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

just some grey slip on ones

18. ideal weather?

cold, raining, clouds overcast in the sky with a bit of a breeze

19. sleeping position?

half on the side, half on the stomach with a leg pushed up haha

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

On my laptop, it’s easier to be able to spit out words as fast as possible

21. obsession from childhood?

BATMAN

22. role model?

Kyo from Dir En Grey

23. strange habits?

I eat my food one item at a time a lot, don’t know why

24. favorite crystal?

idk does Amythest count? I like those as well as Emeralds

25. first song you remember hearing?

Probably something from Disney movies

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Stay inside in the air conditioning lmao

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Just stand outside and inhale the air deeply

28. five songs to describe you?

In no particular order, without context:

1) Tousei - Dir En Grey 2) Closer to Fine - Indigo Girls 3) The Final - Dir En Grey 4) Glass Skin - Dir En Grey 5) Heavy - Linkin Park

29. best way to bond with you?

Talk to me about the food and movies you love

30. places that you find sacred?

Anywhere in nature that feels untouched by the world really

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Batman’s costume

32. top five favorite vines?

I don’t even remember any at this point lol

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Probably something like “alrighty”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

For some reason I always remember “It’s pizza time”

35. average time you fall asleep?

My sleep schedule is as chaotic as I am lmao

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

idk ones probably before I knew what memes even were

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase all the way

38. lemonade or tea?

Black, iced, sweet tea only.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

No, I hate citrus desserts.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Once in middle school in language arts, I just heard my teacher say to a kid in my class suddenly: “Brandon, put your penis away.” 

41. last person you texted?

Matt I think

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

pants pockets are invaluable

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

I love how bomber jackets look, but I am a hoodie person through and through

44. favorite scent for soap?

Cherry Blossom

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Superhero is not a genre? But I choose horror anyway.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

T-shirt, pajama pants allllllll the way

47. favorite type of cheese?

Swiss

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Pineapple I guess, the outside does not match the inside lol

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

Here’s a handful. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.” “Treat others how you want to be treated.” “Let it go, Let it be.” "Face the abyss, but don't let it consume you."

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Just way too many things that would take too long to list.

51. current stresses?

Haha, loaded question fam

52. favorite font?

Segoe UI

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Soft, with a scrape on my thumb and a new scar on my right ring finger lmao

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Adults play more games than kids do

55. favorite fairy tale?

If Red Riding Hood counts that one

56. favorite tradition?

Watching horror movies with my Mom

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Losing my Dad Being very personally betrayed by someone Everyone I get close to eventually walking out on me

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Idk I’m just me fam

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Something with magic and travel

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“Feed me Seymour!”

62. seven characters you relate to?

Spike - Cowboy Bebop Snorlax - Pokemon That being said I’m too lazy to come up with the other 5 right now

63. five songs that would play in your club?

People lost their shit when “Yeah” by Usher played every time

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Gaia Online

65. any permanent scars?

Yeah a few but nothing major

66. favorite flower(s)?

White Roses, White Lotus, ones I don’t know the names of

67. good luck charms?

My 22 pound fat ass orange cat Genji

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

I’m just gonna go with brussels sprouts

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

the one where pineapple eats you back

70. left or right handed?

I’m mostly left handed but also right handed with some things

71. least favorite pattern?

idk?

72. worst subject?

Math

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

probable elote 

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

somewhere between 5 and 7 depending on my mood

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I was probably like 6?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Gonna have to say au gratin potatoes man

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

whatever makes you happy

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

gas station coffee is a special thing

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

my old school photo for sure lol

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

what are jewel tones? tf

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

lightning bugs yo

82. pc or console?

PS4

83. writing or drawing?

writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

music please

84. barbie or polly pocket?

barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

both fam

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cupcakes

87. your greatest fear?

I’ve already lived most of them so who cares but lets go with drowning

88. your greatest wish?

that my anxiety would fuck off forever

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My cat lol

90. luckiest mistake?

I’m not sure?

91. boxes or bags?

they do two very different jobs tf

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

moonlight please

93. nicknames?

Uru, Kyo, Rea

94. favorite season?

Winter

95. favorite app on your phone?

idk idc

96. desktop background?

A drawing I liked

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

like 3

98. favorite historical era?

Victorian

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How To Date A Woman Entrepreneur

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How To Date A Woman Entrepreneur

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How To Date A Female Entrepreneur

[/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height=”26px”][vc_column_text]Want to date a woman who spends her money on iPads and web apps instead of trips to the shopping mall? A lady who does not mind being told that her idea is not going to catch on. One who has kept a running list of things she has  wanted to change since she was a kid. So how to you find a woman entrepreneur to date?

You will know that she is one because she will  always have her smart phone out. She is the one skimming TechCrunch and the Financial Times , the  one who cannot stop talking when she finds the idea she wants. Yes, she has a new idea to tell you about every week and yes, most of them will end up in her desktop recycle folder. But that is what makes her great. You see a strange girl scribbling madly on an empty page in her notebook? That is the  entrepreneur. She can never resist a new opportunity, especially when  it is risky.

She is the woman wearing jeans and a casual but stylish blazer while meeting with  investors. She is on her laptop at the coffee shop down the street. Her coffee is cold because she is mentally occupied. Lost in a world where anything is possible and each ‘no’ gets you one step closer to a ‘yes’. Bite the bullet and sit down and chat with her. If you dare to interrupt her she will give you a look, as the typical woman entrepreneur does not like to be interrupted. Ask her about her idea, product or service. Let her talk about product-market fit, angel investors and  IPO’s. Try giving her a problem to  fix, but only if you really want it fixed and fixed right. Ask her for her help or advice. She will eloquently give it, while somehow making it seem like it was your idea all along. Funny how she manages that, isn’t it?

Let her know what you really think of [insert newsworthy startup story here]. Ask her for her  honest opinion. Understand that if she says she understands calculus and  teaches Python  to #ladieslearningcode she is telling the truth; women do not tend to exaggerate those things too much. Her economic predictions may not be spot-on – but these days, whose are? It does not matter, though, because she is obsessed with generating revenue and profit and does a great job of saving her piece of it. She knows that she has to take care of herself. She will rub off on you, and before you know it, you too will carefully  compare grocery store prices by the ounce.

It is easy to date a woman entrepreneur. Give her the gift of ideas while also making her feel special about being exactly who she is. Understand that, on your anniversary, she might be in New York doing a demo or in San Francisco talking to potential investors – and forgive her for it. Her team might need her to finish their new project, so do not be shocked if she asks to celebrate Valentine’s Day a day later so you can be together (and take advantage of half-price chocolate). Understand that she knows the difference between  the present and the future, but she is going to try to make life a little more like her vision for the future. Do not try to stop her – there’s no point. She has to give it a shot somehow.

If you fail her, she will know how to create opportunity  from failure. An entrepreneur understands that nothing truly  comes to an end. That you can always create something from nothing. That you can recreate again and again and still be the heroine. That life is  meant to have a challenge or two. Besides, it is a good reminder that she has to focus on being the best she can be – for herself, first. Entrepreneurs  understand that people, like companies, grow. She will help you realise  your potential. She will study you more than anyone. She will figure you out. That is when you are really in trouble.

You will want to propose to her long before she is ready. She has got a world to change, she is always saying, and she is in no rush. You will try to very casually slip it in dozens of times, always somehow losing your nerve at the last minute. Eventually, it will happen – via Zoom. When you least expect it to. And the seconds before she says yes will feel like hours. But if you are lucky, she will say ‘yes’.

If you find a girl who creates, keep her near. When you find her up at  2.00 AM wrestling over her latest idea, make her a cup of tea and do not be afraid to sit in silence. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she  will always come back to you. She will talk as if the projections in her head and her Google Spreadsheets are reality, because someday, they will be.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart does not burst.  Together you will create the vision for your lives. You might even have kids together. If you do, they will have  strange ideas and even stranger imaginations. They will have the best lemonade stand in the city. She will introduce your  children to Lego, maths, consideration, beauty, generosity and building robots, cooking and JavaScript, maybe in the same day. You will love her more than anything and your relationship will always feel new and fresh, because ideas never get old. Because  she will mess with your computer, but never your heart.

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Got Busted Running a Rogue Lemonade Stand? Country Time's Got Your Back

It's a tale that's more than a century old.

Kids want to earn some extra cash - to buy whatever it is kids buy these days (are yo-yos still cool?) - so they decide to sling some lemonade on their street.

They hit up their parents for supplies, whether it's fresh lemons or that powdery stuff we all know and love, and slave away to make the best lemonade their cul-de-sac has ever seen.

If they're serious lemonade sellers, they might have a fancy set-up, or they could be like 8-year-old me and drag the living room coffee table out to the sidewalk.

They go through all of this trouble, with dreams of dollar bills dancing through their heads, only to be shut down by The Man.

That's right, kids across the country are getting hit with cease-and-desist orders and slapped with fines for running lemonade stands without proper permits.

In 2015, authorities closed down two sisters in Texas for selling lemonade without a peddler's permit. Three girls in Georgia had their lemonade dreams squashed because they didn't have a business license, peddler's permit or a food permit. Yikes.

Country Time Lemonade is sick of it and ready to fight the good fight.

Country Time Takes a Stand

The popular lemonade brand known for its powdered mixes is standing up for budding entrepreneurs everywhere by offering “Legal-Ade.”

If city officials shut down or fine a lemonade stand this summer, Country Time Lemonade will provide the operators reimbursement of up to $300.

Not only will the company cover the costs of any fines incurred from 2017 through this summer, it will also reimburse lemon-preneurs who apply for proper permits before setting up shop.

To apply for reimbursement, a parent or legal guardian can head over to Country Time's Legal-Ade website. Just upload a photo of the fine or permit and have the kiddos describe what their lemonade stand means to them.  

The site says that payments will be made throughout the summer, until hitting the limit of $60,000.

But that's not all: Country Time posted a video on Twitter that vows to donate $1 for every retweet - up to $500,000 - to offer Legal-Ade to kids next summer and beyond.

Lemonade stands are not only a great way for kids to earn extra cash but also a learning experience. They can teach math, customer service, supply-and-demand and, our favorite, how to handle money.

So don't let the fear of fines or a visit from the local police deter you or your kids from taking on this venture.

I think Country Time said it best on its site: “Life doesn't always give you lemons, but when it does, you should be able to make and share lemonade with the neighborhood without legal implications.”

Kaitlyn Blount is a staff writer at The Penny Hoarder. Her mom hated it when she took the coffee table on the sidewalk.

This was originally published on The Penny Hoarder, which helps millions of readers worldwide earn and save money by sharing unique job opportunities, personal stories, freebies and more. The Inc. 5000 ranked The Penny Hoarder as the fastest-growing private media company in the U.S. in 2017.

[tampon-on-the-sidewalk]

CLOSE ENOUGH TO FIVE LIKES SO LEARN MORE THAN YOU’D CARE TO KNOW ABOUT ME

Full name: Jeremy Amadeus Swartout Nickname(s) or Alias: Remy(common), Rem, RemStar(by bro-in-law), Sparkles, Pikaru(retired stage name), The Cospunk Prince Gender: Nonbinary Trans Man(Pronouns they/them, would so much rather be called sir than m’aam if they had to) Species: Human Age: 23 Birthday: 11/28/1993 Sexuality: Panromantic/Demisexual with a slight preference of men Nationality: American and hating it Religion: Raised Methodist and catholic simultaniously? But after age 10 stopped going to church and since then has no real religious affilation City or town of birth: Manahawkin, NJ Currently lives: Florida and hating it Languages spoken: English, Japanese(intermediate) Native language: English Relationship Status: In an open relationship of 6 years but not actively looking for anyone else PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Height: 5′2 Weight: 122 lbs Figure/build: Curvy, not quite muscular, big tummy Hair colour: chestnut Hairstyle: short in the back,not going any farther than the nape of the neck. Sides are asymmetrical, down to the armpit on the left and the collar bone on the right. slightly layered. To be changed soom. Facial Hairstyle: No facial hair other then a very unnoticeable mustache but really wishes they could have facial hair. slight unibrow.  Eye colour: Hazel Skin/fur/etc colour: very pale Tattoos: None Piercings: None Scars/distinguishing marks: Buises easily so random bruises on their legs, scar on left inner upper arm from a cat, beauty marks on tummy that almost make a right triangle to the left of the belly button, freckles on her shoulders, perpetual darke circles under eyes Preferred style of clothing: It changes based on their mood and who they’re around, but almost always wears chest binder and an open flannel when going out(though never at work for obvious reasons). Polo shirts and cargo shorts are their friend. Into Japanese punk style. On the rarest occasion will wear a skirt or lolita style dresses. A fan of wigs and hats. Has a tie collection but has not worn any since high school. Frequently worn jewelery/accessories: Two necklaces; A mood necklace in the shape of the letter J and a silver necklace with their nickname Remy in Katakana(The way it’s connected, it could also be read as レ王/reou, or King Re). The katakana necklace was a gift from their sister. Almost always wears a hat, though their favourite hat’s decor broke so they are looking for a new one. HEALTH Smoker? Never Drinker? Never Recreational Drug User? Which? NEVER Addictions: Caffeine Allergies: None that they know of, other than pesto(at least they believe they do, whenever they have something with pesto in it my throat hurts but doesn’t really swell or anything) Any ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Bad hip that acts up around the time of their menstrual cycle, very bad PMDD(pre-menstrual depressive disorder) on top of their regular depression. Dyslexic. Bad asthma after healing from a cold or if they swim too much. Any medication regularly taken: Is anti-med for their own personal reasons. PERSONALITY Personality: Their depression easily masks their personality so much that they wouldn’t even be able to describe themselves. Very contradictory and usually stays to themselves.  Likes: Cute things, animation, travel, cooking Dislikes: the human race in general but specifically any kind of peoplephobic/supremacist person, gore, raw tomatoes, fish, Ugg boots(the texture is waaaay to gross to them), themselves Fears/phobias: simultaneously death and living past 25(fear), live chickens(phobia), republicans, speaking Favourite colour: scarlet to colour with, periwinkle to look at and purple and navy to wear Hobbies: drawing on occasion, fandubbing Jpop(specifically Hello!Project), recreational math(has their own algebra book they work on from time to time for no real reason and does not go to college) Taste in music: The Rasmus, Symphonic metal/rock(mainly nordic bands), doo-wop, Jpop(specifically idol groups, even more specicfically Hello!Project), bubblegum pop/eurodance when in a certain mood. Will listen to everything except for English speaking rap, most country, and anything that screams(though minor deathgrowls in a song are okay within reason) SKILLS Talents/skills: doubting themselves, pointing out a voice actor/actress in their most diverse roles(if they’ve listened to their work long enough), over-analyzing, being cute Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles? Dude, they don’t even know how to ride a bike. They got their drivers’ permit, drove about 3 times, but don’t have the confidence or mental capacity to continue.  EATING HABITS Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore/(Vegetarian): Omnivore Favourite food(s): Japanese style curry, potatoes(mainly scalloped or Jagamiso), Japanese style strawberry shortcake, burgers Favourite drink(s): Lattes(mainly dulce de leche and gingerbread), The Switch juice(Orange), melon soda, any kind of apple/grape cider, American lemonade Disliked food(s): Fish, tomatoes(will eat marinara sauce but whole tomatoes aren’t too great), eggplant Disliked drink(s): Energy drinks other than coffee, milk, anything alcoholic HOUSE AND HOME Describe the character's house/home: In the middle of a neighborhood complex nestled in the middle of nowhere, takes about 2 miles just to get to the main road. Open floorplan, 3 bedroom 2.5 bath, a lanai with hot tub, garage, and very little closet space.  Do they share their home with anyone? Who? Their parents and 7 cats Significant/special belongings: their CD/Dvd collection, Jpop idol microfiber and muffler towels proudly desplayed, framed namesign with a Naruto theme CAREER Level of education: High school graduate class of 2012 Current job title and description: CSA(customer service associate), been with the company 7th years and has been trained in low-level management but was never promoted. Name of employer: Wawa FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES Parents names: Since this is literally about myself I’m witholding this info Are parents alive or dead? alive Is the character still in contact with their parents? Lives with them but rocky relationship, been emotionally abused/neglected most of life Siblings? Relationship with siblings? 2 half-sisters, one from dad’s previous marriage and one from mom’s previous marriage. Funny enough they are only a month apart in age, yet 8 years older than Remy. One sister was close with as a child but since moving away from their hometown lost touch, yet that sister is the most supportive of the name change. The other one was Remy’s nemesis when they were growing up but once she moved out, they became closer. This sister is trying but not quite accepting of the name change, and won’t correct her children when they use Remy’s deadname. Other Important Relatives: 5 niblings(4 from one sister, 1 from the other) ages 2-9. All grandparents deceased except for one, whom they haven’t seen since age ten. 2 aunts deceased(one passed from a drunken car crash and was also LGBT and passed away before Remy was old enough to remember. The other passed from a prescription drug addiction when Remy was around 15 hence why Remy is anti med.), one aunt(though no blood relation) a retired lawyer and still very close to Remy. Partner/Spouse: Jesse, together for almost 6 years and referred to by their niblings as ‘uncle Jesse’. open long distance relationship yet committed as well. If that makes sense. Children: A cat named Yossie Angela, age 7 Best Friend: Childhood friends Rachel, Sam C and Sam W. Middle school/Highschool friend Jerome Other Important Friends: Their entire class from Japanese 3/4 of their junior year minus about 5 people. Has lost touch with almost all of them since graduating, but still thinks about them constantly. Acquaintances: Too many to name Pets: 6 cats(not counting Yossie) Sugar Elisabeth, Spice Mckenzie, Inky, Binky, Daisy, Lovebug Isabelle. Enemies? Why are they enemies? A kid from their graduating class who was only friends with Remy when it was beneficial to her. Not really enemies, but someone they really would have rather not have had in their life BACKSTORY Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10): Born 2.5 months premature. Youngest of 3 with an 8 year age gap and their cousins were also much older, so they were often neglected/emotionally abused. Thought they were part cat until about age 9. Wanted to be a cook since kindergarten. First favourite colour was orange. Picked on alot and didn’t get along well with people. Loved scooby doo, the Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog and SatAM series. Watched Barney and Lamb Chop’s PlayAlong until the VHS tapes burnt out. showed a bunch of signs of being nonbinary including trying on only their dads clothes/mullet wig, peeing standing up, and shouting in confirmation ‘I am a birl, part boy, part girl’. Was introduced to Neopets by their aunt at age 10 and was hooked. Was very close to their aunt until she started getting heavy into prescription drugs, and their parents forbid Remy from driving with their aunt. Describe their  teenage years (11 - 19): Avid neopets player and roleplayed until around age 16. Found their favourite band on a friend’s sonic OC page. Started drawing their own sonic OCs on MS paint. All of their friends minus about 3 of them were from the internet, including their best friend Rachel and another person who emotionally abused Remy around ages 14-18. Said person is no longer in their life, yet it wasn’t a one-sided abuse(both were way too young to really know what they were doing to eachother was bad until it was too late). They were battling depression from as early as age 9 when their grandmother passed away from cancer, but really escalated in ages 11-14. They swear that the friends they made on the internet helped them get through it. Were big into anime and manga, with Jpop/Hello!Project becoming a huge part of their life in around 9th grade.Started dubbing under the stage name Pikaru and did dance covers. Many parental issues/self hate issues. Started working at 16 and dedicated their life to the company by the time they graduated, swearing it was the only thing they were genuinely good at/the only thing their parents were truly proud of. Went to their first concert senior year, Berryz Kobou at an anime convention. Went to a Metal concert a few months later. the morning before the concert ultimately severed the bond of Remy and their mother after their mother screamed ‘I hate you’ while in the middle of a heated argument. Since then they can’t say ‘I love you’ back to their mother and doesn’t believe any compliments given to them from her.  Describe their  adult years (20+): Moved in with their boyfriend for about 1.5 years after Remy’s parents had to move out of state for their dad’s job. Very toxic living situation do to things beyond their/their boyfriend’s control. Went through a depression so bad it almost ruined their relationship. Started experimenting with gender and name around age 19, but started really getting there from age 21-23. Moved back in with their parents to another state when the situation became too much. The toxic friend from the internet officially broke ties with Remy about a year after they moved back in with their parents, completely shattering them(though in the long run being the best thing for both people involved). Worked two jobs for about 8 months with little to no days off, working about 3 months straight with no day off. They landed themselves in a mental clinic for a week between their PMDD, stress from work, and the loss of their ‘friend’. Had to quit their 2nd job. At age 22 they went to Japan for 21 days, a life long goal, and felt more at home there than anywhere in America. Planned to start getting their life together, find an apartment or at the very least start schooling.. until they found out they were moving a couple months later. Moved to the literal hell that was Florida, where it is dangerous to be out and open and where rich white people like to degrade everyone within their path. All of their dreams for a future were thrown in the garbage, and now they are just trying to work their remaining years away. Wanted to go to Tokyo International University for business economics but with the current state of America and the impending doom of another world war, they’ve just about given up on that dream. Would either like to go to TIU still or end up moving back to their hometown/’settle down’ with their boyfriend. 

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Main Theme Song- In My Life by The Rasmus 

Nostalgic Theme Song- I Want My Tears Back by Nightwish

Montage Theme- Battle of Rose by Mitsumune Shinkichi

Idol Theme- Genki PikaPika by Morning Musume