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To Be Popular - JJK [Chapter 2]

Pairing: Social Media Influencer! Jungkook X Marketing Manager! Reader ft. Yoongi

Summary:

You love everything about social media - apart from the ever-growing number of social media influencers. You don't understand how these people gain followers and admirers just by installing a camera and doing very basic things in front of it. And you despise how some of them can do anything to gain fame, to be popular - even if it includes uploading their bedroom scene in pornsites aka people like Jeon Jungkook.But when your company launches a new product and your department head tasks you with signing Jeon Jungkook up as an endorsement partner - you have no choice but to chase him like the corporate slave that you are. However, things turn worse when you embroil in a dating rumor with him and have to keep the game going for the sake of everything.is it really for the worse or things will turn in a way you never expected it to?  

Theme: Strangers to lovers au, fake dating au, kind of enemies to lover au, angst, smut, fluff.

Full Series Word Count: 26k

Chapter word count: 5k+

Warnings: tiny flirting, argument, that's all.

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Chapter index: -

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |

Drabbles: Imposter in the club

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Only twice in your life did you have the need to sign contracts. 

First time was your employment contract, the second time was your house lease contract. 

The third contract turns out to be something that you didn’t even have the wildest dreams about - a dating contract. 

That too, with a person you seemingly get irked by very often.

 You have gone through the documents almost every day this past week, so much so that now you can recite the terms and conditions as fluently as your phone number. 

The contract is pretty standard if you are being honest. There is only one term that you added: “Kisses are not allowed”. And it seems like both Seokjin and Jungkook have no issues accepting your only term. 

However, your hands feel clammy all of a sudden when you are about to sign the papers. The thoughts of being under the limelight scares you. 

And being Jeon Jungkook’s girlfriend means a lot of limelight in social media. 

“You okay?” Kim Seokjin asks, perceiving your hesitation in signing the papers. 

“Yeah.. I am just.. You know… don’t know what to expect from all these.” you voice. 

Seokjin places an assuring hand on top of yours, with a little squeeze he says, “you can trust me, Y/N. I will do my best to keep your private life private. Jungkookie is not a bigshot anyway but yes I know there are risks of privacy breach, which will be my department to handle.” 

You feel an odd sense of relief injected by the man’s silver voice. 

But it seems like you spoke too soon because, “what’s up you two?” Jungkook appears from nowhere. He eyes the place where Seokjin has his hand on top of yours and narrows his eyes at you. 

“You are late.” Seokjin directs his authoritative voice towards Jungkook. Jungkook sits down on the chair beside him and starts chugging down water. His Adam's apple bobs like a sin. 

You distract yourself from the scene by signing the papers finally. 

“Now it’s your turn.” Seokjin extends the paper towards Jungkook, who without a second thought takes it and signs it. 

For a moment you wonder how he manages to stay disconnected from every worry? 

You are as much of a stranger as he is to you. But still, he didn’t hesitate to sign like you did. Maybe this is another reason why you dislike Jeon Jungkook? Because he gets to be care-free while you have to care for every single move you make. 

See for an instance - once you dared to pull an act of bravery and it landed you on a dating deal with Jeon Jungkook. 

How fucking funny!

Your fingers tap on your laptop keyboard as you open the email sent by Jungkook’s agency. It’s a full fledged schedule for your and Jungkook’s first month of appearance. 

And that starts tomorrow. 

As for tomorrow, you will have to visit a cozy cafe with your supposedly boyfriend and get caught by paparazzi. Once you become talk of the media then the company will go ahead and publish an official statement. 

Things will continue like this for five months. During the sixth month your appearances will slow down and at the beginning of the seventh month, the agency will confirm the break up. 

Sounds pretty clean. 

During these seven months Jungkook will be done with the endorsement deal with your company as well. Hence, there is no need of working with him afterwards, which is a pleasant news to be honest. 

So now that you are already in the mess, you should as well taste the water and see what it brings for you. 

“You sure will be okay with it? Do you want me to tag along and keep an eye?” Jimin’s concerned voice rings in your ear. 

You are so thankful that the universe gifted him to you in the form of a best friend. From high school till now, there was hardly a day when Jimin didn’t text you, asked what you were up to, let you know what he was doing. 

He is that one friend who never got away. 

“I will be fine. Don’t worry. Go and enjoy your time, do something fun.” you add. No matter how tempting his offer is, you don’t want him to ruin his Sunday to look after you while you are on a playdate. 

“But Y/N-” 

“Jimin, I will be fine! I will keep updating you, okay?” 

He sighs on the other side making you chuckle. “Okay. but do keep me updated.” 

“Yes. appa. Yes.” 

You check yourself once upon cutting the call.

Yeah, you look presentable. Hopefully paparazzies won’t have any issues with your sober dressing sense. 

Once again your head bobs in the direction from where Jungkook’s car should be emerging. But you find none. 

He is late. 

Great. Another reason to hate Jeon Jungkook. 

Just when you are about to pluck your phone out and throw a text towards him, you hear the rumbling sound of an engine. 

More specifically the sound of Jungkook’s bike. 

He comes to stop where you are standing under a bus stop shade and extends a helmet towards you. 

You are way too busy grasping that you miss the object being offered to you. 

“Do I have to ride this with you?” you point at his bike. 

“It’s called a bike. And yes, you are going to ride it with me.” Jungkook thrusts the helmet towards you again. 

“Thanks for letting me know what it is called. But are you sure I will be in functioning condition by the time we reach?” 

“Don’t worry, my dear girlfriend, I will take care of ya.” he gives you a cheesy grin. 

If something flips inside your chest, then it’s better to put off the subject and focus on the fake date ahead. 

So, you put on the helmet, hop on his bike, and place your hands on his shoulders. 

“Be careful, it's hot down there. Spread your legs a little more.” Jungkook warns. 

You know, it’s about the bike but the implications of his words sets your face on a battle of blush. 

Managing your gut and composure you reply with an affirmative sound. 

“Did you… cut your hair?” Now that Jungkook has stripped off his helmet and is sitting relaxed before you, you can see the difference in his hairstyle from what you saw yesterday. 

“Yeah. All by myself. I even live streamed it. How do I look?” You can see Jungkook’s face lighting up as soon as you mention his new hairstyle. 

“You look like a twelve year old. Cute.” and you are genuine with your words. He looks less mischievous and certainly not like someone who would fuck on camera.

The tip of his ears turn pink when he registers your compliment. 

Clearing his throat a little he says, “what should we order?” 

“A flat white for me. And that cheese cake, strawberry one.” you say, awkwardly peeking at the menu, which is currently under Jungkook’s scrutiny.   

You hear him chuckling and when you follow that sound, you find him staring down at you. His crinkled eyes, baby-like fringe, bunny-teeth on display and that beautiful smile makes him look like a completely different person. 

He doesn’t look like the Jungkook you used to dislike. 

And that spreads something warm under your skin. You start smiling at him without noticing yourself. 

“Isn’t that Jeon Jungkook?” a second female voice comes from a little distance. 

“Oh my god. Yes. and who is he with? Isn’t he dating that bully girl? Doona or Dana?” 

“What? No. didn’t you see his viral videos from the club? That girl is his rumored girlfriend. They seemed to have a fight that night but I guess they are good now?” 

“Oh really?” 

Even though the spectators are trying to be discreet and silent with their gossip, they are anything but. 

When you look in their direction, your eyes lock with one of them. She quickly turns away and types something on her phone. 

Something reaches out for your hand that is placed on the table top. 

It’s Jungkook’s own hand. 

He wraps his big palm around yours and interlaces his fingers with yours. With a sickeningly sweet smile he says, “the act has started, we should jump into characters now.” 

You tighten your fingers around him and reply, “of course we should.” 

However, you are still unsure about where you will be after six months of this play. Will you be friends with Jeon Jungkook? Or will you end up being more?  

“But how did you let Kim Doona come between you two if you were seeing each other?” 

By the time you and Jungkook managed to come out of the cafe that day, it was already a mess. At least ten different people were trying to get your face properly, five others were trying to get a shot of your and Jungkook's intertwined hands and others were clicking pictures not-so-secretly. 

By the time you were home, your photos were all over Jungkook’s fandom’s insta profiles. 

And when the bomb (aka the official statement from the agency) dropped, your phone flooded with questions after questions.

You didn’t answer any. 

Nonetheless, the questions reappeared, this time directly, as soon as you stepped into your workplace on Monday. 

And this question in particular - it was the mostly asked one and you were ready for it. 

Your colleague nudges you again, “come on, tell me, why did you let him fuck the other girl if you were dating him?” 

“I wasn’t dating him back then.” you reply confidently, of course you had your own share of practice. “We used to be friends. But you know… friends with feelings. So yeah.. I was kinda pissed at him.” 

She makes an O shape with her mouth. 

“Is that why you lashed out on him during the meeting? I mean I heard that you…” she doesn’t end her sentence. 

These people really work less and gossip more. You nod. 

“Who confessed though? You or him? Oh- wait! Did you confess at the club? Is that why you two were seen fighting?” she throws her rapid-fire questions at you. 

But you are pleased. It worked out the way you wanted. You didn’t have to tell the story, she completed it all by herself. 

“Yup.” you popped the ‘P’ very enthusiastically. 

“Wow! You are living a fan-fiction, girl, a proper friends to lovers au.” she squeals in her seat, “mind if I post the story on my insta? I wanna use my colleague privilege card.” 

You think for a moment. If she spreads the story herself, it will be better for you. You won’t have to recite it all again and again. So you murmur a little “go ahead” and let her click a selfie with you. 

Your computer dings with a notification from Yoongi. He is asking you to come to his cabin. 

Great. Another round of interviews. 

“I just checked the campaign schedule. It’s efficient as always. Good job, Y/N.” Yoongi’s praise brings a smile to your lips.

You murmur a little thank you with a small smile playing on your lips. 

Every time Yoongi praises your work, your insides flip. But sometimes you wish for those praises to come as ‘you look good today’, ‘your dress looks nice’ and stuff like that. 

Even though that brings a sinking feeling temporarily, that doesn’t stay for long. 

“By the way..” it’s coming, it’s coming, “how did you and Jeon Jungkook end up together? As much as I can assume, you two met each other during the meeting for the first time.” 

This. This is not what you prepared yourself for. 

You didn’t think Yoongi would be too interested in knowing your relationship history, so you wouldn’t have to explain anything to him. But not only is he interested, he seems to be pretty observant of things as well. 

Now you can’t tell him the fake story you just told your colleague nor can you tell him that the entire thing is fake. 

So you clear your throat, “it just…. Happened.” 

“Just happened? You seemed to be pretty livid about his existence that day?” your cute manager gives you a lopsided smile. 

“But then you sent me behind him, to convince him or whatever. And things happened.” you turn your confidence up yet again. 

He quirks a brow at you, “things happened after that club incident, huh?” 

He is right. But not the way he is thinking himself to be right.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” you reply, as you collect the files with the details of the campaign and proceed to leave his cabin. 

“The photoshoot starts next week, don’t be lovey-dovey on the set.” he teases you on your way back. 

You only roll your eyes at the door. 

Second fake date is: hanging out at a bar after work. 

But you don’t drink on weekdays. 

So that lands you on a negotiation and the date is fixed on the Friday of the same week. 

You wait for Jungkook at the entrance of your work complex, a place where people would be able to see you getting on his bike very clearly. A strategy to make things public. 

But what comes to pick you up is not a bike but a car. 

A sleek black car that makes heads turn as it comes to stop in front of you. 

For a moment, you think the driver is mistaking you for someone else. 

But then the diver’s door opens and Jungkook comes out, wearing a black buttoned down with a pair of ripped jeans. 

Your eyes are now the size of saucers. 

You once gulp as you see Jungkook smiling brightly at you. 

“Hey baby. Sorry I’m late. Let’s go.” he says sweetly. And you wonder how good of an actor he is. 

“H-hi. It's okay. Yeah, let's go.” you reply in haste, trying to school your dumbfounded expression. 

You let him lead you inside the car with a hand on the small of you back. He lets every passerby see his face, under the street lights, as if he is very proud showing you off. 

Fake. It's fake. You remind yourself. 

“You know, you are a good actor.” you voice your thoughts once Jungkook settles inside the car, 

He chuckles, “yeah? Learned from Jin hyung. He used to be an acting major. Have been seeing him acting to be polite with his shareholders for all the years.” 

The fondness in his eyes at the mention of the other male is so clear. You can’t help but smile. You have perceived the same glow on Jin’s face too. 

“You two really adore each other, don’t you?” 

“Yeah. You can say that. I would be wandering around the streets of Busan if it wasn’t for him.” you hear the underlying darkness in his voice and decide to poke no further on this matter. 

“So, you are telling me that you made this story all by yourself? And this actually ended up making sense?” Jungkook is pointing at his phone, which has your colleague's insta post plastered on the screen. 

“I told you. I am good at my job. Moderating success stories is a part of our marketers’ job.” you shrug. Your shoulders are already a lot loose after a few drinks. 

Your head is on the cloud. 

You feel good. 

And Jungkook is being less cocky today, which is helping you relax even more. 

Jungkook hums, “Great. The act is going well so far.” 

Jungkook starts scrolling on his phone again, focusing on something very hard. After a moment of silence he says, “I won’t lie, we look good together.” 

There is a smug smile playing on his lips. 

You groan, “I thought you quit being cocky for this evening.” 

“Hey! I am not being cocky. Look at these photos.” he protests, poking his phone towards you. 

“I have seen those, Jungkook. And I don’t think I look good with you. You and I are totally two different individuals, from every single aspect. You match with someone like.. Like Kim Doona.” 

Jungkook’s eyes shut for a second, “there is no point of saying this now. I missed my shot with her because someone decided to barge in my perfectly comfortable and peaceful life.” 

“Wait. You had a thing for her?” you sit up straight on your chair. 

“I still do.” Jungkook empties his glass in a sip. 

You would have fought him and told him how you saved from a prolonged controversy, but you are feeling light-headed. You are feeling good. So you will be nice for just once. 

“Well… I am sorry then. I know how it feels to have an unrequited crush.” you sigh, recalling Yoongi’s pretty face, “sorry.” 

Jungkook seems to be caught off-guard with your changed demeanor. 

“It’s okay.” he adds, “you have a crush on that manager, don’t you?” 

The fuck? 

“How the fuck do you know this now?” your eyes go big for the second time today. 

“Come on, Y/N. Anyone with eyes can tell. The way you stiffed when he caught you and me at the parking lot.” he giggles. 

“Ok. That's enough. Let’s go home. I feel sleepy.” you stand abruptly from your chair, swaying a little (thanks to the alcohol in your bloodstream). 

Jungkook stands up too, wraps a hand around your bicep and mutters a small ‘careful’ in your ear.

“By the way… don’t you think you have to call a designated driver?” you ask on the way out of the bar. 

“Jin hyung has us covered.” he shrugs. 

On the way back home you look at the fleeting landscapes out of the car window. For some unknown reason… you feel upset. 

You had a pretty good evening. No matter how much you hate to admit it, Jungkook is a fun company. 

You two would bicker endlessly, then would slip into serious topics like economy and politics, and then all of a sudden you would talk about your favorite drinks. 

He really doesn’t seem like that Jungkook you used to dislike. 

But there is something that’s bothering you. And you can’t put a finger at it. 

The car comes to a stop in front of your apartment. You wave a quick goodbye to Jungkook, who has been busy on his phone all the way back, and climb out of the car. 

As you take small swaying steps towards your entrance, you hear the car door shutting loudly and then in turn Jungkook’s voice, “won’t you give me a goodnight kiss, girlfriend?”  

You don’t know what possessed you. It can be the alcohol, can be your bad judgment, can be the sinking feeling in your chest and the desperate need of feeling something, anything - that makes you turn around. 

You march towards Jungkook without thinking twice, standing chest to chest with him. 

All the mischief drains from his face when you grab him by the collar of his shirt and smash your lips on his. 

It should have been over in a second or two. 

But what's worse is that Jungkook is pulling you close by your waist and deepening the kiss already. 

Hope you don’t regret this when you are sober. 

There were twelve terms in your dating contract. 

You added one. 

And you breached that very one. 

The screen of your phone goes blank as you groan again for the nth time. Every time you open Instagram, all you see is you kissing Jungkook standing on the damn fucking road! 

You two were being followed by the paps that night, which was obviously a part of the plan, and you, being clearly too drunk to think straight, kissed Jeon Jungkook on his lips! 

And now those photos are circulating like wildfire. 

Jimin texted you, asking for a clarification. 

Seokjin texted with three teasing thumbs up. 

And Jungkook texted with probably a thousand of ‘ㅋ’s. 

All you want now is for the ground to split in half so that you can jump in there and die. That’s the best possible solution for whatever the fuck is going on in your pathetic excuse of a life. 

Your phone dings with another notification and you swear to turn it off if it’s another mention in another insta post or another threatening DM from Jungkook’s crazy fans. 

But it seems like the universe is trying to be even more cruel with you, because it’s a reminder of your schedule for the day - which is another date day with the root of your problems - Jeon Jungkook. 

And today, you will have to spend time at his home, click pretty selfies and photos together highlighting how domestic you two are and post those in social media from both ends. 

When you are about to go back groaning, you receive another notification. 

It’s a text from Seokjin, “the car will be there in an hour.” 

“Welcome to my home, girlfriend.” Jungkook grins stupidly as he spots you at his door. You really want to grab a frying pan and bang it on his stupidly round head. 

“Don’t call me that when there’s no one to hear.” you reply grumpily walking inside Jungkook’s luxurious apartment. 

You really want to know how much these influencers make monthly to afford an apartment like this. 

“I call you that for you to hear, baby.” His cheesy remarks are just too much to take, so you just roll your eyes at him. 

“Do you want anything? Tea? Coffee? Juice? Or maybe a kiss?” there he goes. 

This is what you were dreading! The moment you were sober enough to judge your actions, you knew Jungkook will be having a field day the moment he sees you. 

And here you go. 

But but but - you aren’t alone in this. You definitely kissed him first but he, too, kissed you back. So he needs to go down with you. 

“Oh why not, you definitely liked kissing me a little too much.” you bite back. But your words don't affect Jungkook at all. The smirk that he was sporting doesn’t go anywhere. It only grows more sinister. 

“Of course I did. Are you telling me you didn’t?” 

Now this is another thing that you were dreading to admit - that you actually enjoyed kissing him. His lips felt good on yours. 

But you have been trying to convince yourself that it’s because of the alcohol swimming in your veins, even though you know it’s nothing but an excuse. 

“Shut up!” you huff, hoping that Jungkook doesn’t notice the sudden rush of red on your cheeks, “let’s take some photos so that I can leave.” 

“What?” Jungkook is now genuinely confused and you can see it on his face, “Do you really want to leave? I thought we were cooking together? I decided to live stream it.” 

“Me and live stream? Are you kidding? There was no mention as such on the schedule plan?” you are sure all the colors of your face have drained with just one mention of a live stream. 

You hate being the center of attention. 

“Yeah but I improvised just as you did last day by kissing me.” Jungkook shrugs. 

Where the fuck is the frying pan? 

“Okay. I am leaving. Bye.” you haste towards the door. 

Jungkook giggles like a baby, grabbing your wrist and stopping you mid-tracks. 

“Okay okay. I am sorry. I promise not to tease you anymore if you say yes to the live stream.” 

“You promise?” you quirk an eyebrow facing him. 

“I promise.” 

You don’t even know if saying yes to Jungkook’s improvisation was a good idea or a bad one. 

There are reasons it’s both good and bad. 

Good because Jungkook is not teasing or unnecessarily being smug with you anymore. Bad because he is hovering way too close to your body for you to keep being sane. 

The kitchen is big enough, but half of the space is being used to put down cameras and a laptop. On top of that you two have to be crammed in a small space where both of your figures are being perfectly visible to the viewers. 

You are mostly quiet, playing your part, cooking as you are supposed to. 

But Jungkook is in his element. 

He is so natural in front of the cameras that it feels as if he was born to do so. 

Jungkook interacts with the viewers, reads their comments once in a while, smiles, laughs, and makes jokes. Under the light and darkness of the kitchen - he looks so youthful, so radiant that you feel a weird coil in your chest. 

Whenever he brushes past you, you get a whip of his perfume - an earthy, woody tone with a hint of citrus. 

His hair falls on his eyes - unmade - unlike all the other times you have seen him. 

This - whatever this is - you don’t like it. 

“Why is your girlfriend being so silent?” Jungkook reads a comment from the laptop. You pay half mind to him, occasionally smile a little. 

But within a moment, Jungkook slides behind you. 

He puts his big-ass hands on your waist, places his face on your shoulder and says, “baby, why are you being so silent?” 

If you are seeing things right then his lower lip juts out while he tries to coax an answer out of you. 

Your heart starts beating abnormally fast. 

“O-oh.. I- It’s my first time being in a live stream… so yeah.” you proceed to flip the omelet, focusing on the food and food only. 

“You guys heard that? She’s nervous. Don’t scare my girl away.” Jungkook fakes anger. 

You release the breath you were holding when he finally removes himself from you. 

You are now seriously afraid of the outcome of this fake dating contract of yours. 

“Hate to say this but” you take in a deep deep breath “this is actually very delicious. Good job." You point your chopsticks at the carbonara that Jungkook prepared. 

“Really?” he seems to be taken aback with your compliment “Thanks. Glad that you like it.” 

“By the way, you remember you have a shoot with us tomorrow, right?” you change the topic to a more serious one. 

“I do. Will your crush slash manager be there too?” his eyes stay boring in the carbonara. You honestly don’t know why Jungkook is curious about Yoongi all of a sudden. 

“Probably. Why though?” 

“Will try not to piss him off while acting.” he shrugs. 

You scoff at that “he won’t be pissed. He doesn’t reciprocate, you know.” 

“Are you sad about that?” Jungkook’s tone is a tad bit softer now. 

“Not really. It’s not that I am in love with him or something. It’s a stupid crush, and will go away with time.” 

“Have you ever tried asking him out?” 

“Not really.” 

“Then, have you ever asked him to hook up with you?” 

You choke on your omelet. 

“What- the fuck” you cough “no! Why would I ask him something like that?” 

“Why won’t you though? Don’t you want to have sex with him? I mean you like him, it’s only natural.” Jungkook explains matter-of-factly. 

“No. it’s not natural for me. I need to be at least friends with a person to have sex. And I am not friends with Yoongi. We barely even talk out of work.” 

“Oh.” Jungkook thinks for a moment “So that guy friend of yours - what was his name again… Jimin? Is he your…” 

“Oh my god, Jungkook! No! I am not currently sleeping with anyone. I have not had sex for like eighteen months.”  It's your frustration which is speaking now. 

“What? Wait! What are you? A nun?” Jungkook’s eyes go wide at your admission. 

Embarrassment eats you away, like you were eating the carbonara a few minutes ago, “I- I mean. I am not that horny.” 

“Then… Do you want to sleep with me?” 

At first you think you misheard it. So you stare at Jungkook with big eyes. 

His expression is rather serious and you hate how it affects you. 

“What did you just say?” you finally let your voice be heard. 

“You heard me.” 

“Jungkook, please stop kidding. This is not funny.”

“I am serious.” he sighs. 

“Look. I can’t go around and sleep for fun since we have an act going on here. You, too, seem like you need to blow off some steam. And honestly, tell me where is your benefit from all these? It’s your company that’s ripping the fruit, not you.” 

Jungkook’s words register in your brain. He makes perfect sense. You have no benefits whatsoever from all these. 

“It’s just an offer, you can decline it if you want but… we can- we can have some fun like adults. No one has to know, nothing will get fucked up since we are not even close to begin with.” Jungkook reasons. 

He is right. You have nothing to lose if things go down and this won’t be the first time having casual sex with someone you know. There is absolutely no risk, no feelings on the line. 

Should you really consider the idea? 

The scenes from that grainy video start clouding your brain. 

A tiny voice in your mind says, “why not?” 

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Pairings: Professor!Bill Skarsgard x Female!Student

Exhausted from the lack of sleep, you accidently send your English professor the wrong paper. Instead of the essay on the book you were reading for class, you send him a little smut story you wrote about him. Clearly he wants to see you in his office the next morning.

18+ smut below the cut: teacher/collage student pairing(both consenting adults of age, finger sucking, slight degradation, teacher/student kink, spanking.

a/n: @unlimitedlust and i cannot shut up about teacher!bill so ofc I had to write some word vomit about it. please enjoy!

Oh I was in so much trouble.

Sitting cross legged on the bed in my dorm, I reread the email I just recieved from my English professor, the fear etching deep into my bones.

Ms. Y/L/N,

Please visit me during my office hours tomorrow so we can discuss the incorrect paper you turned in last night instead of your essay.

Kind regards,

Professor Skarsgard.

I swallowed thickly as I opened the attached document which I originally sent my English professor. As my eyes read over the first few words, I nearly hurled my laptop across the wall.

I'd been so tired last night when I went to upload my assignment, I accidently uploaded the wrong document; a silly little story about one of my professors finger fucking my throat.

Not just any professor.

Professor Skarsgard.

I'd always thought he was attractive with his high cheek bones, sharp jaw structure, bright green eyes, and those adorable round glasses. He always wore some kind of knit sweaters and different kinds of plaid or khaki pants. But I could tell he was built underneath it all. Thick biceps, even thicker thighs, and I didn't doubt his cock was thick as well.

For fucks sake, stop thinking about his cock! That's why you got in trouble!

I'd been so enamored with Professor Skarsgard that I needed to find an outlet which didn't include getting in trouble with the university. So I wrote about it. Wrote all of my thoughts and dreams. One of which I stupidly sent to him by accident.

The worst part about this whole ordeal? I sent him my most raunchiest and down right filthiest story yet.

"Oh, I'm so fucked," I groaned, falling onto my bed.

THE NEXT AFTERNOON

I stood outside of Professor Skarsgard's office, shaking hands softy knocking against the wood. I was thankful I didn't have his class today because there would have been no way I could have faced him in the entire one hour lecture before our meeting now. I'd spent the entire evening and morning looking over the handbook of the university to see if accidently sending your professor smut was a viable reason for suspension.

It wasn't clear, the only thing it really stated was that no professor and student relationships were to occur while one is either enrolled or employed with the university.

So, unless I had plans to fuck my professor, I should be fine. Just a stern talking to and possible fail of the assignment. Maybe if I begged him to let me resubmitted the correct assignment, I'll pass.

"Come in," a deep voice carried through the door.

Letting out a deep breath, I adjusted the bag over my shoulder before walking inside of Professor Skarsgard's office. He was seated at his desk, glasses perched high up on his nose as he typed feverishly on his keyboard. A quick flick of those bright green eyes my way made my heart flutter in my chest, an action I quickly chastised myself for.

"Ah, Ms. Y/L/N, please have a seat," Professor Skarsgard smiled, extending a hand towards the chair across from his desk.

Slowly, I sank to the chair and held my hands in my lap. I didn't know what to say. Apologize? Lie and tell him the story wasn't about him?

"Professor Skarsgard," I started, ready to lie my way out of this.

He turned the monitor of his computer towards me, my little story I wrote about him on full display.

"Were you aware of sending me this instead of your paper?" He questioned.

A blaze so hot flared to my cheeks, I could have sworn steam was bellowing out from my ears.

"N-no," I stammered. "I'll be honest, I was so tired from the hours of studying, I must not have been paying attention."

He hummed, low and deep in his chest, the sound echoing in his office. I shifted on my seat, suddenly becoming very uncomfortable under his gaze.

No, not uncomfortable. Far from that.

I was becoming more aroused the longer those bright green eyes continued to stare at me. His long fingers were steepled underneath his chin and I remembered parts of the story I wrote, the one he read, where he fucked my throat with those fingers.

"Ya know," Professor Skarsgard sighed, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. "While it wasn't the correct assignment, what you submitted was phenomenal work, Ms. Y/L/N."

I blinked, jaw slightly slack. "I'm not in trouble?"

"No, far from it," he shook his head while rising to his feet.

Professor Skarsgard pushed back the chair before walking around his desk to stand tall in front of me. I looked up at him through my lashes, gazing upon his large stature, trying so hard not to gawk at his dick that was directly in my face.

Or the slight hard on beneath his pants.

"Did you like it?" I found myself asking, in a meek voice.

Once more, he let out a rumbling noise that sounded like a mix between grunt and a moan.

"Very much. You have a way with words, making what you write come alive on the paper," he mused.

"So, why am I here if I'm not in trouble?" I asked, playing with the edge of my shirt.

Something dark and sinister flashed in Professor Skarsgard's eyes making my core ache with undeniable need. I could try and deny it in front of him but I knew what I wanted.

"I have a proposition," he said.

I swallowed thickley. "Which is what? Are you going to report me to the dean unless I fuck you or something?"

Professor Skarsgard face fell slightly. "Not at all. I didn't ask you to come down here to blackmail you."

"So what do you want?

"You."

I blanched for a moment, lips parting slightly. Did I hear him right? My professor wanted me?

"Can I be honest with you?" He asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

I nodded so he continued. "As soon as I read your story about me, it made me so fucking hard.

My body ignited at his words causing me to squirm in my seat some more. Every passing second made me wetter the longer I sat in front of him. As wrong as it was, I wanted him.

“So, what are you going to do about it?” I questioned, eyes gazing up at him.

Professor Skarsgard’s eyes flicked over towards the door, making sure it was locked, before taking a steps towards me. His hand cupped my cheek, dragging his fingers over my lips.

“I need you to give me a proper answer, Ms. Y/ L/ N. Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth with my fingers? Exactly how you wrote it?”

God, his authoritative tone made my pussy clench.

“Yes, please.” I whimpered.

A sting burned against my cheek and I realized he smacked me. Not enough to cause pain but just enough to elicit excitement.

“Try again,” his voice darkened.

I met his gaze through my lashes, blackness filing the once bright blues of his.

“Yes, Professor Skarsgard. Please fuck my mouth with your fingers.”

I couldn’t even finish the words before he stuffed two long fingers deep into my mouth. I choked on them for a brief moment before grasping his hips. I needed something to keep me grounded as his fingers slid over my tongue, deep down my throat. His jaw fell slack as he watched with sheer desire. I took his fingers as deep as I could, which was pretty far since I didn’t have a gag reflex, and my tongue swirled over them.

“Such a good student. You take direction so well,” he praised.

Heat filled my belly at hearing him praise me like this so I continued to please him. I imagined his fingers were his cock as I showed him what I would do with it. Drool fell from my mouth down to my chin but I didn’t dare stop what I was doing to wipe it away.

Professor Skarsgard grunted, adding a third finger. “In your story, you wrote about how I came on your fade while you sucked my fingers. Do you want that, Ms. Y/L/N?”

An affirmative noise strangled from my throat, desperately wanting it. But he made an tsking sound of disapproval.

“You need to pay more attention in class instead of imagining me bending you over my desk to fuck your pretty cunt while the whole classroom watches. You don’t deserve any pleasure.”

That part was written later on in the story I accidentally sent him. My face heated with embarrassment yet only for a moment because from how hard his cock was underneath his pants, I could tell Professor Skarsgard wanted to do just that.

I split my tongue between his fingers, wrapping them with my saliva, and sucked hard. My cheeks hallowed and he grinned down at me before yanking his fingers from my mouth. With a tight grip on my chin, he lowered himself to face me. His warmth breath fanned over my lips.

“Next assignment. I want you to go back to your dorm, use a toy to fuck yourself with it, pretending it’s my cock, and send me a video of it,” he ordered.

Just the thought of it nearly made me cum.

Instead, I nodded. “Yes, Professor Skarsgard.”

He tapped my cheek, another sting shocking my body. “Such a good student.”

[enjoycameralife]

Dark was the night

this pair of photographs are my favourites that i've taken in the last five years - and i've barely taken much in that time span.

for the last 5 or so years, i felt like i've hit a cul de sac with regards to my photography. i'm taking the same pictures, revisiting the same locations, using the same filters, equipment, and mindset. no amount of new camera, equipment, or subject can dig me out of this creative dead end - i am on autopilot most of the time i go out to intentionally take photos because the sheer motivation it requires for me just to go out saps me of my creativity. i find myself somewhere i've been meaning to visit for weeks, and when i pull out my camera, i find myself unable to switch on my "photography mode" like i used to be able to a decade ago. the spark doesn't seem to be quite there, the well is beginning to run dry, and my creativity is running on fumes. i drag myself out to take pictures for the sake of trying to do something creative. granted, it's not that i do not want to go out and take pictures - i very much want to given the opportunity! maybe it's the inevitability of hitting middle age - the malaise begins to set in, the nerves are frayed, maybe it could be a form of ennui and indifference. the results never quite live up to what i expect out of my outings - mediocre and forgettable at best. i sometimes wonder what even is the purpose of the photographs i take - sometimes i don't even care for what i photograph. is it a documentation of a moment? is an artistic statement? when the photographs are too forgettable to be some form of documentation, or too plain to be some form of art, what is the purpose of the photographs i make? i upload my shots, slap on some filters, clean them up, and they live in my hard disk never to be seen my anyone. at least in the past i'd share my photographs on whatever social media i felt like sharing it onto, but then social media is no longer what it used to be and is no longer conducive for people who just want to get their "art" out there for the world to see. perhaps that's why i'm still ranting here on the Tumblr void - it still feels like it has some semblance of the internet circa late 2000s to early 2010s. my relationship with photography has shifted significantly in the last few years, and i fear that eventually i would give up the hobby entirely, like the many photography Tumblr blogs i follow that no longer make updates. what is my take-away from this wall of text? i don't really know, as it is, i myself don't quite know what to make of my own self, let alone my interests in 2025. but i guess i'll just keep posting whatever i feel like posting - until the gas finally runs out.

[flashypunches]

Are people interested in having a (fan-made) transcript of Parkour Civilization? Since I'm working on one for my own convenience, and I don't know if other people would like to have access to it as well.

FYI, I'm not a professional transcriber, I'm just a fan who's interested in subtitling videos!!

If people want this, then I would be uploading it in a Tumblr post, not in its raw document. Also, the episodes I'm currently working on are 5 and 6, and I will not be noting the vine-booms, just for my own sake.

Sorry about that last bit, but for me, the goal behind this project is not 100% accuracy but instead getting the story of Parkour Civilization somewhere I can read it plainly.

[8168708]

NOTE ON "1935"

this is a piece of writing i have been working on for many years, you may have seen me posting about it recently, reblogged it or downloaded it.

because the file has not been proofread and was completed in a hurry, it contains many mistakes. at first i thought i could go back and fix these, but due to the size/complexity of the file, this resulted in formatting issues that i am now realizing i cannot fix without putting in a lot of extra work and time on a project i had considered "completed". right now i am working towards a university degree and also trying to move house. so this will not happen soon, if at all.

some errors need to be more urgently fixed than others - i misspelled/misremembered two important names. i will be re-uploading the document in the coming days to correct this - however, the formatting issues are still intact, and i do not consider this or any existing version of the work definitive for this reason. i would appreciate if you do not share the older, incorrect versions. an important "secret" included as part of the final section is also missing in those versions, but that is less important.

honestly i find all of this very disappointing - i was initially very happy to be done with this project. but it was always more for my sake than anyone else's, and there will be other things, i hope. if you ever expressed interest in 1935 or in any of my other creative work on here, thank you, i really appreciate it.

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

I thought I’d try to message on here too. I am so sorry if I’m being annoying but I send you a message about your old version of your fic? A friend of mine said she talked to you and you’d be willing to chat with me about it. It is my absolute fav fic ever and I’ve missed it so much

It took me three million years to search through the extensive and inconveniently perpetually unlabelled Google hard drive of mine to find it, but by god I found it

I’m genuinely just considering uploading the original as it was to the original Quotev document for nostalgia’s sake and still continuing the rewrite on another document since it’s idk fun

Thoughts? I started rereading it and MY GOD HOW NOSTALGIC, and funny??? I was a funny writer?? It’s actually good even four years later now that I’ve severely surpassed my old self’s skills???

[badscienceman]

Hey, quick question - how do you produce/keep up with the sheer volume of writing that you do with ADHD? Midnight Ocean's word count is just incredible (and so is the story!). I'm struggling with it myself...

Take this with a grain of salt, but I think I might also be autistic (not officially diagnosed, while I am officially diagnosed with ADHD), which might explain some of the focus I have on writing. Not sure. Just keep that in mind.

I've also unfortunately fallen out of the habit of writing as much as I was due to circumstances, but I'll try to explain what works for me, and I hope something here might help you.

I first started writing MO when I was unmedicated and undiagnosed, so getting medicated helped a lot, for sure, but I was able to keep it up before then using various tactics, some more helpful and healthier than others. I think it's also important to keep in mind that I also did a lot of this writing maybe a year or so into the pandemic, so I was stuck inside, wasn't working, and only had that to focus on, which wasn't totally a bad thing, but also wasn't always super healthy.

Keeping track of my word count (when writing and editing) so I have something tangible to show that progress is being made helps, though you could also use metrics like timing yourself or keeping notes on what you've gotten done/what more you want to do. I used to keep a notebook like that, where I'd say stuff like "edited this much, should edit this part next" and things like that. Basically, having something that visibly shows progress in some capacity helps a lot, no matter what the metric is.

That can be sort of difficult though, because most of these metrics don't strictly correlate with actually getting something done. I could write a thousand words that need to be cut, meaning I haven't really gotten anywhere. I could edit and edit and still not actually get it done. I could sit and stare at a document for an hour and not actually do anything. On the other hand, I could get a massive amount done in 15 minutes. I could write a couple hundred words that do more than that thousand. I could edit a page and it be monumental work compared to the ten pages I edited before it. So you have to be careful with clinging to an empty measure of work.

Editing on paper helps a lot, though it obviously can take up a lot of resources, so an alternative can be the classic changing of the typeface and font size, etc. This can help people in general, but I think with ADHD it can be more difficult not to gloss over things while editing, so this helps.

Having someone to talk to about your work can also help with maintaining your interest and passion in it.

The biggest thing, which I think isn't always healthy or helpful, is sincerely feeling like you have to get it done. Like you have to follow a specific schedule, or else. This can help a lot, but can also easily fall into being super unhealthy, so you have to be careful with it. That's part of why I've maintained a Patreon, because it's one thing to just upload fanfic, it's another to feel like you have promised someone something in exchange for money so you gotta do it lol.

But right now, maybe in part due to putting pressure on myself but largely due to circumstances (hurricane stuff, car stuff, just personal stress in general), I'm very much exhausted so I might not be the best person to emulate.

I think dedication and perseverance in writing is something to strive for and something that people with ADHD will often have to form unique relationships with, but just remember that a word count or any sort of output/production isn't always the most important thing. "Productivity" for the sake of it is often meaningless.

A lot of people think my work is all vapid rambling or that I just care about it being long for the sake of it. While that isn't true (or at least, I hope the first part isn't and, from my perspective, I'm sincerely not dragging it out just because a big number is fun or something), it is good to keep in mind that longer doesn't always equal better and I would never suggest otherwise. Something smaller and more concise is sometimes the way to go.

And most importantly, put your own health, both physical and mental, first.

[sincerely-sofie]

Hey Sofie!! Life’s been busy for me recently and I’ve been away from tumblr for a bit, so I wanted to drop and ask to see how you’ve been! Anything cool or fun happen recently?

P.S. you and Obby are super cute together, I’m very happy for the both of you :D

First off--- thank you! You're super sweet! I'm hanging in there and keeping my chin above water. I've got wonderful people supporting me and I'm doing pretty doggone good as a result!

I wasn't quite sure how far back to go with my summary, so I decided to just keep it to the past month of July for the sake of coherence, hehe! :> Here's a play-by-play of the last 31 days:

I posted a bunch of Pokemon designs to my Redbubble shop!

I put up a piece of Cult of the Lamb fanart that skyrocketed with engagement and almost surpassed my most popular post in a single week

I shared some Rain World fanart pieces

I documented in comic form my first time playing KinitoPet!

Ribbons and Dusknoir got into a car accident

I went public about being a Prince Sidon hater (I hate the guy SO MUCH)

I started pondering whether or not I could write the Miraculous Ladybug Love Square better than the original creators

I drew a comic about how Obby and I were nerds during our first meet-up

Quadruped PMD heroes joined forces to end Dusknoir's existence

I posted the first entry in a Travailshipping collection on Ao3

Utter insanity.

I uploaded some snippets of an unfinished Hollow Knight fanfic that I'm now revamping with Obby :>

TPiaG is now slowly being uploaded to Wattpad!

I've been working on cooking up an official PMDsona design

I revealed that I am actually a nervous housecat

More stuff happened amidst all of the above, but this is the highlight reel!

[back2bluesidex]

To Be Popular - JJK [Chapter 2]

Pairing: Social Media Influencer! Jungkook X Marketing Manager! Reader ft. Yoongi

Summary:

You love everything about social media - apart from the ever-growing number of social media influencers. You don't understand how these people gain followers and admirers just by installing a camera and doing very basic things in front of it. And you despise how some of them can do anything to gain fame, to be popular - even if it includes uploading their bedroom scene in pornsites aka people like Jeon Jungkook. But when your company launches a new product and your department head tasks you with signing Jeon Jungkook up as an endorsement partner - you have no choice but to chase him like the corporate slave that you are. However, things turn worse when you embroil in a dating rumor with him and have to keep the game going for the sake of everything. is it really for the worse or things will turn in a way you never expected it to?  

Theme: Strangers to lovers au, fake dating au, kind of enemies to lover au, angst, smut, fluff.

Full Series Word Count: 26k

Chapter word count: 6.4k+

Warnings: flirting, argument, kissing that's all.

Masterlist | Patreon (For access to the complete series)

Minors, I am not responsible for what you consume online. So, act more rationally and stay away.

Chapter index: -

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |

Drabbles: Imposter in the club,

Or read the full series right away on Patreon!!

Only twice in your life did you have the need to sign contracts. 

First time was your employment contract, the second time was your house lease contract. 

The third contract turns out to be something that you didn’t even have the wildest dreams about - a dating contract. 

That too, with a person you seemingly get irked by very often. 

You have gone through the documents almost every day this past week, so much so that now you can recite the terms and conditions as fluently as your phone number. 

The contract is pretty standard if you are being honest. There is only one term that you added: “Kisses are not allowed”. And it seems like both Seokjin and Jungkook have no issues accepting your only term. 

However, your hands feel clammy all of a sudden when you are about to sign the papers. The thoughts of being under the limelight scares you. 

And being Jeon Jungkook’s girlfriend means a lot of limelight in social media. 

“You okay?” Kim Seokjin asks, perceiving your hesitation in signing the papers. 

“Yeah.. I am just.. You know… don’t know what to expect from all these.” you voice. 

Seokjin places an assuring hand on top of yours, with a little squeeze he says, “you can trust me, Y/N. I will do my best to keep your private life private. Jungkookie is not a bigshot anyway but yes I know there are risks of privacy breach, which will be my department to handle.” 

You feel an odd sense of relief injected by the man’s silver voice. 

But it seems like you spoke too soon because, “what’s up you two?” Jungkook appears from nowhere. He eyes the place where Seokjin has his hand on top of yours and narrows his eyes at you. 

“You are late.” Seokjin directs his authoritative voice towards Jungkook. Jungkook sits down on the chair beside him and starts chugging down water. His Adam's apple bobs like a sin. 

You distract yourself from the scene by signing the papers finally. 

“Now it’s your turn.” Seokjin extends the paper towards Jungkook, who without a second thought takes it and signs it. 

For a moment you wonder how he manages to stay disconnected from every worry? 

You are as much of a stranger as he is to you. But still, he didn’t hesitate to sign like you did. Maybe this is another reason why you dislike Jeon Jungkook? Because he gets to be care-free while you have to care for every single move you make. 

See for an instance - once you dared to pull an act of bravery and it landed you on a dating deal with Jeon Jungkook. 

How fucking funny!

Your fingers tap on your laptop keyboard as you open the email sent by Jungkook’s agency. It’s a full fledged schedule for your and Jungkook’s first month of appearance. 

And that starts tomorrow. 

As for tomorrow, you will have to visit a cozy cafe with your supposedly boyfriend and get caught by paparazzi. Once you become talk of the media then the company will go ahead and publish an official statement. 

Things will continue like this for five months. During the sixth month your appearances will slow down and at the beginning of the seventh month, the agency will confirm the break up. 

Sounds pretty clean. 

During these seven months Jungkook will be done with the endorsement deal with your company as well. Hence, there is no need of working with him afterwards, which is a pleasant news to be honest. 

So now that you are already in the mess, you should as well taste the water and see what it brings for you. 

“You sure will be okay with it? Do you want me to tag along and keep an eye?” Jimin’s concerned voice rings in your ear. 

You are so thankful that the universe gifted him to you in the form of a best friend. From high school till now, there was hardly a day when Jimin didn’t text you, asked what you were up to, let you know what he was doing. 

He is that one friend who never got away. 

“I will be fine. Don’t worry. Go and enjoy your time, do something fun.” you add. No matter how tempting his offer is, you don’t want him to ruin his Sunday to look after you while you are on a playdate. 

“But Y/N-” 

“Jimin, I will be fine! I will keep updating you, okay?” 

He sighs on the other side making you chuckle. “Okay. but do keep me updated.” 

“Yes. appa. Yes.” 

You check yourself once upon cutting the call.

Yeah, you look presentable. Hopefully paparazzies won’t have any issues with your sober dressing sense. 

Once again your head bobs in the direction from where Jungkook’s car should be emerging. But you find none. 

He is late. 

Great. Another reason to hate Jeon Jungkook. 

Just when you are about to pluck your phone out and throw a text towards him, you hear the rumbling sound of an engine. 

More specifically the sound of Jungkook’s bike. 

He comes to stop where you are standing under a bus stop shade and extends a helmet towards you. 

You are way too busy grasping that you miss the object being offered to you. 

“Do I have to ride this with you?” you point at his bike. 

“It’s called a bike. And yes, you are going to ride it with me.” Jungkook thrusts the helmet towards you again. 

“Thanks for letting me know what it is called. But are you sure I will be in functioning condition by the time we reach?” 

“Don’t worry, my dear girlfriend, I will take care of ya.” he gives you a cheesy grin. 

If something flips inside your chest, then it’s better to put off the subject and focus on the fake date ahead. 

So, you put on the helmet, hop on his bike, and place your hands on his shoulders. 

“Be careful, it's hot down there. Spread your legs a little more.” Jungkook warns. 

You know, it’s about the bike but the implications of his words sets your face on a battle of blush. 

Managing your gut and composure you reply with an affirmative sound. 

“Did you… cut your hair?” Now that Jungkook has stripped off his helmet and is sitting relaxed before you, you can see the difference in his hairstyle from what you saw yesterday. 

“Yeah. All by myself. I even live streamed it. How do I look?” You can see Jungkook’s face lighting up as soon as you mention his new hairstyle. 

“You look like a twelve year old. Cute.” and you are genuine with your words. He looks less mischievous and certainly not like someone who would fuck on camera.

The tip of his ears turn pink when he registers your compliment. 

Clearing his throat a little he says, “what should we order?” 

“A flat white for me. And that cheese cake, strawberry one.” you say, awkwardly peeking at the menu, which is currently under Jungkook’s scrutiny.   

You hear him chuckling and when you follow that sound, you find him staring down at you. His crinkled eyes, baby-like fringe, bunny-teeth on display and that beautiful smile makes him look like a completely different person. 

He doesn’t look like the Jungkook you used to dislike. 

And that spreads something warm under your skin. You start smiling at him without noticing yourself. 

“Isn’t that Jeon Jungkook?” a second female voice comes from a little distance. 

“Oh my god. Yes. and who is he with? Isn’t he dating that bully girl? Doona or Dana?” 

“What? No. didn’t you see his viral videos from the club? That girl is his rumored girlfriend. They seemed to have a fight that night but I guess they are good now?” 

“Oh really?” 

Even though the spectators are trying to be discreet and silent with their gossip, they are anything but. 

When you look in their direction, your eyes lock with one of them. She quickly turns away and types something on her phone. 

Something reaches out for your hand that is placed on the table top. 

It’s Jungkook’s own hand. 

He wraps his big palm around yours and interlaces his fingers with yours. With a sickeningly sweet smile he says, “the act has started, we should jump into characters now.” 

You tighten your fingers around him and reply, “of course we should.” 

However, you are still unsure about where you will be after six months of this play. Will you be friends with Jeon Jungkook? Or will you end up being more?  

“But how did you let Kim Doona come between you two if you were seeing each other?” 

By the time you and Jungkook managed to come out of the cafe that day, it was already a mess. At least ten different people were trying to get your face properly, five others were trying to get a shot of your and Jungkook's intertwined hands and others were clicking pictures not-so-secretly. 

By the time you were home, your photos were all over Jungkook’s fandom’s insta profiles. 

And when the bomb (aka the official statement from the agency) dropped, your phone flooded with questions after questions.

You didn’t answer any. 

Nonetheless, the questions reappeared, this time directly, as soon as you stepped into your workplace on Monday. 

And this question in particular - it was the mostly asked one and you were ready for it. 

Your colleague nudges you again, “come on, tell me, why did you let him fuck the other girl if you were dating him?” 

“I wasn’t dating him back then.” you reply confidently, of course you had your own share of practice. “We used to be friends. But you know… friends with feelings. So yeah.. I was kinda pissed at him.” 

She makes an O shape with her mouth. 

“Is that why you lashed out on him during the meeting? I mean I heard that you…” she doesn’t end her sentence. 

These people really work less and gossip more. You nod. 

“Who confessed though? You or him? Oh- wait! Did you confess at the club? Is that why you two were seen fighting?” she throws her rapid-fire questions at you. 

But you are pleased. It worked out the way you wanted. You didn’t have to tell the story, she completed it all by herself. 

“Yup.” you popped the ‘P’ very enthusiastically. 

“Wow! You are living a fan-fiction, girl, a proper friends to lovers au.” she squeals in her seat, “mind if I post the story on my insta? I wanna use my colleague privilege card.” 

You think for a moment. If she spreads the story herself, it will be better for you. You won’t have to recite it all again and again. So you murmur a little “go ahead” and let her click a selfie with you. 

Your computer dings with a notification from Yoongi. He is asking you to come to his cabin. 

Great. Another round of interviews. 

“I just checked the campaign schedule. It’s efficient as always. Good job, Y/N.” Yoongi’s praise brings a smile to your lips.

You murmur a little thank you with a small smile playing on your lips. 

Every time Yoongi praises your work, your insides flip. But sometimes you wish for those praises to come as ‘you look good today’, ‘your dress looks nice’ and stuff like that. 

Even though that brings a sinking feeling temporarily, that doesn’t stay for long. 

“By the way..” it’s coming, it’s coming, “how did you and Jeon Jungkook end up together? As much as I can assume, you two met each other during the meeting for the first time.” 

This. This is not what you prepared yourself for. 

You didn’t think Yoongi would be too interested in knowing your relationship history, so you wouldn’t have to explain anything to him. But not only is he interested, he seems to be pretty observant of things as well. 

Now you can’t tell him the fake story you just told your colleague nor can you tell him that the entire thing is fake. 

So you clear your throat, “it just…. Happened.” 

“Just happened? You seemed to be pretty livid about his existence that day?” your cute manager gives you a lopsided smile. 

“But then you sent me behind him, to convince him or whatever. And things happened.” you turn your confidence up yet again. 

He quirks a brow at you, “things happened after that club incident, huh?” 

He is right. But not the way he is thinking himself to be right.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” you reply, as you collect the files with the details of the campaign and proceed to leave his cabin. 

“The photoshoot starts next week, don’t be lovey-dovey on the set.” he teases you on your way back. 

You only roll your eyes at the door. 

Second fake date is: hanging out at a bar after work. 

But you don’t drink on weekdays. 

So that lands you on a negotiation and the date is fixed on the Friday of the same week. 

You wait for Jungkook at the entrance of your work complex, a place where people would be able to see you getting on his bike very clearly. A strategy to make things public. 

But what comes to pick you up is not a bike but a car. 

A sleek black car that makes heads turn as it comes to stop in front of you. 

For a moment, you think the driver is mistaking you for someone else. 

But then the diver’s door opens and Jungkook comes out, wearing a black buttoned down with a pair of ripped jeans. 

Your eyes are now the size of saucers. 

You once gulp as you see Jungkook smiling brightly at you. 

“Hey baby. Sorry I’m late. Let’s go.” he says sweetly. And you wonder how good of an actor he is. 

“H-hi. It's okay. Yeah, let's go.” you reply in haste, trying to school your dumbfounded expression. 

You let him lead you inside the car with a hand on the small of you back. He lets every passerby see his face, under the street lights, as if he is very proud showing you off. 

Fake. It's fake. You remind yourself. 

“You know, you are a good actor.” you voice your thoughts once Jungkook settles inside the car, 

He chuckles, “yeah? Learned from Jin hyung. He used to be an acting major. Have been seeing him acting to be polite with his shareholders for all the years.” 

The fondness in his eyes at the mention of the other male is so clear. You can’t help but smile. You have perceived the same glow on Jin’s face too. 

“You two really adore each other, don’t you?” 

“Yeah. You can say that. I would be wandering around the streets of Busan if it wasn’t for him.” you hear the underlying darkness in his voice and decide to poke no further on this matter. 

“So, you are telling me that you made this story all by yourself? And this actually ended up making sense?” Jungkook is pointing at his phone, which has your colleague's insta post plastered on the screen. 

“I told you. I am good at my job. Moderating success stories is a part of our marketers’ job.” you shrug. Your shoulders are already a lot loose after a few drinks. 

Your head is on the cloud. 

You feel good. 

And Jungkook is being less cocky today, which is helping you relax even more. 

Jungkook hums, “Great. The act is going well so far.” 

Jungkook starts scrolling on his phone again, focusing on something very hard. After a moment of silence he says, “I won’t lie, we look good together.” 

There is a smug smile playing on his lips. 

You groan, “I thought you quit being cocky for this evening.” 

“Hey! I am not being cocky. Look at these photos.” he protests, poking his phone towards you. 

“I have seen those, Jungkook. And I don’t think I look good with you. You and I are totally two different individuals, from every single aspect. You match with someone like.. Like Kim Doona.” 

Jungkook’s eyes shut for a second, “there is no point of saying this now. I missed my shot with her because someone decided to barge in my perfectly comfortable and peaceful life.” 

“Wait. You had a thing for her?” you sit up straight on your chair. 

“I still do.” Jungkook empties his glass in a sip. 

You would have fought him and told him how you saved from a prolonged controversy, but you are feeling light-headed. You are feeling good. So you will be nice for just once. 

“Well… I am sorry then. I know how it feels to have an unrequited crush.” you sigh, recalling Yoongi’s pretty face, “sorry.” 

Jungkook seems to be caught off-guard with your changed demeanor. 

“It’s okay.” he adds, “you have a crush on that manager, don’t you?” 

The fuck? 

“How the fuck do you know this now?” your eyes go big for the second time today. 

“Come on, Y/N. Anyone with eyes can tell. The way you stiffed when he caught you and me at the parking lot.” he giggles. 

“Ok. That's enough. Let’s go home. I feel sleepy.” you stand abruptly from your chair, swaying a little (thanks to the alcohol in your bloodstream). 

Jungkook stands up too, wraps a hand around your bicep and mutters a small ‘careful’ in your ear.

“By the way… don’t you think you have to call a designated driver?” you ask on the way out of the bar. 

“Jin hyung has us covered.” he shrugs. 

On the way back home you look at the fleeting landscapes out of the car window. For some unknown reason… you feel upset. 

You had a pretty good evening. No matter how much you hate to admit it, Jungkook is a fun company. 

You two would bicker endlessly, then would slip into serious topics like economy and politics, and then all of a sudden you would talk about your favorite drinks. 

He really doesn’t seem like that Jungkook you used to dislike. 

But there is something that’s bothering you. And you can’t put a finger at it. 

The car comes to a stop in front of your apartment. You wave a quick goodbye to Jungkook, who has been busy on his phone all the way back, and climb out of the car. 

As you take small swaying steps towards your entrance, you hear the car door shutting loudly and then in turn Jungkook’s voice, “won’t you give me a goodnight kiss, girlfriend?”  

You don’t know what possessed you. It can be the alcohol, can be your bad judgment, can be the sinking feeling in your chest and the desperate need of feeling something, anything - that makes you turn around. 

You march towards Jungkook without thinking twice, standing chest to chest with him. 

All the mischief drains from his face when you grab him by the collar of his shirt and smash your lips on his. 

It should have been over in a second or two. 

But what's worse is that Jungkook is pulling you close by your waist and deepening the kiss already. 

Hope you don’t regret this when you are sober. 

There were twelve terms in your dating contract. 

You added one. 

And you breached that very one. 

The screen of your phone goes blank as you groan again for the nth time. Every time you open Instagram, all you see is you kissing Jungkook standing on the damn fucking road! 

You two were being followed by the paps that night, which was obviously a part of the plan, and you, being clearly too drunk to think straight, kissed Jeon Jungkook on his lips! 

And now those photos are circulating like wildfire. 

Jimin texted you, asking for a clarification. 

Seokjin texted with three teasing thumbs up. 

And Jungkook texted with probably a thousand of ‘ㅋ’s. 

All you want now is for the ground to split in half so that you can jump in there and die. That’s the best possible solution for whatever the fuck is going on in your pathetic excuse of a life. 

Your phone dings with another notification and you swear to turn it off if it’s another mention in another insta post or another threatening DM from Jungkook’s crazy fans. 

But it seems like the universe is trying to be even more cruel with you, because it’s a reminder of your schedule for the day - which is another date day with the root of your problems - Jeon Jungkook. 

And today, you will have to spend time at his home, click pretty selfies and photos together highlighting how domestic you two are and post those in social media from both ends. 

When you are about to go back groaning, you receive another notification. 

It���s a text from Seokjin, “the car will be there in an hour.” 

“Welcome to my home, girlfriend.” Jungkook grins stupidly as he spots you at his door. You really want to grab a frying pan and bang it on his stupidly round head. 

“Don’t call me that when there’s no one to hear.” you reply grumpily walking inside Jungkook’s luxurious apartment. 

You really want to know how much these influencers make monthly to afford an apartment like this. 

“I call you that for you to hear, baby.” His cheesy remarks are just too much to take, so you just roll your eyes at him. 

“Do you want anything? Tea? Coffee? Juice? Or maybe a kiss?” there he goes. 

This is what you were dreading! The moment you were sober enough to judge your actions, you knew Jungkook will be having a field day the moment he sees you. 

And here you go. 

But but but - you aren’t alone in this. You definitely kissed him first but he, too, kissed you back. So he needs to go down with you. 

“Oh why not, you definitely liked kissing me a little too much.” you bite back. But your words don't affect Jungkook at all. The smirk that he was sporting doesn’t go anywhere. It only grows more sinister. 

“Of course I did. Are you telling me you didn’t?” 

Now this is another thing that you were dreading to admit - that you actually enjoyed kissing him. His lips felt good on yours. 

But you have been trying to convince yourself that it’s because of the alcohol swimming in your veins, even though you know it’s nothing but an excuse. 

“Shut up!” you huff, hoping that Jungkook doesn’t notice the sudden rush of red on your cheeks, “let’s take some photos so that I can leave.” 

“What?” Jungkook is now genuinely confused and you can see it on his face, “Do you really want to leave? I thought we were cooking together? I decided to live stream it.” 

“Me and live stream? Are you kidding? There was no mention as such on the schedule plan?” you are sure all the colors of your face have drained with just one mention of a live stream. 

You hate being the center of attention. 

“Yeah but I improvised just as you did last day by kissing me.” Jungkook shrugs. 

Where the fuck is the frying pan? 

“Okay. I am leaving. Bye.” you haste towards the door. 

Jungkook giggles like a baby, grabbing your wrist and stopping you mid-tracks. 

“Okay okay. I am sorry. I promise not to tease you anymore if you say yes to the live stream.” 

“You promise?” you quirk an eyebrow facing him. 

“I promise.” 

You don’t even know if saying yes to Jungkook’s improvisation was a good idea or a bad one. 

There are reasons it’s both good and bad. 

Good because Jungkook is not teasing or unnecessarily being smug with you anymore. Bad because he is hovering way too close to your body for you to keep being sane. 

The kitchen is big enough, but half of the space is being used to put down cameras and a laptop. On top of that you two have to be crammed in a small space where both of your figures are being perfectly visible to the viewers. 

You are mostly quiet, playing your part, cooking as you are supposed to. 

But Jungkook is in his element. 

He is so natural in front of the cameras that it feels as if he was born to do so. 

Jungkook interacts with the viewers, reads their comments once in a while, smiles, laughs, and makes jokes. Under the light and darkness of the kitchen - he looks so youthful, so radiant that you feel a weird coil in your chest. 

Whenever he brushes past you, you get a whip of his perfume - an earthy, woody tone with a hint of citrus. 

His hair falls on his eyes - unmade - unlike all the other times you have seen him. 

This - whatever this is - you don’t like it. 

“Why is your girlfriend being so silent?” Jungkook reads a comment from the laptop. You pay half mind to him, occasionally smile a little. 

But within a moment, Jungkook slides behind you. 

He puts his big-ass hands on your waist, places his face on your shoulder and says, “baby, why are you being so silent?” 

If you are seeing things right then his lower lip juts out while he tries to coax an answer out of you. 

Your heart starts beating abnormally fast. 

“O-oh.. I- It’s my first time being in a live stream… so yeah.” you proceed to flip the omelet, focusing on the food and food only. 

“You guys heard that? She’s nervous. Don’t scare my girl away.” Jungkook fakes anger. 

You release the breath you were holding when he finally removes himself from you. 

You are now seriously afraid of the outcome of this fake dating contract of yours. 

“Hate to say this but” you take in a deep deep breath “this is actually very delicious. Good job." You point your chopsticks at the carbonara that Jungkook prepared. 

“Really?” he seems to be taken aback with your compliment “Thanks. Glad that you like it.” 

“By the way, you remember you have a shoot with us tomorrow, right?” you change the topic to a more serious one. 

“I do. Will your crush slash manager be there too?” his eyes stay boring in the carbonara. You honestly don’t know why Jungkook is curious about Yoongi all of a sudden. 

“Probably. Why though?” 

“Will try not to piss him off while acting.” he shrugs. 

You scoff at that “he won’t be pissed. He doesn’t reciprocate, you know.” 

“Are you sad about that?” Jungkook’s tone is a tad bit softer now. 

“Not really. It’s not that I am in love with him or something. It’s a stupid crush, and will go away with time.” 

“Have you ever tried asking him out?” 

“Not really.” 

“Then, have you ever asked him to hook up with you?” 

You choke on your omelet. 

“What- the fuck” you cough “no! Why would I ask him something like that?” 

“Why won’t you though? Don’t you want to have sex with him? I mean you like him, it’s only natural.” Jungkook explains matter-of-factly. 

“No. it’s not natural for me. I need to be at least friends with a person to have sex. And I am not friends with Yoongi. We barely even talk out of work.” 

“Oh.” Jungkook thinks for a moment “So that guy friend of yours - what was his name again… Jimin? Is he your…” 

“Oh my god, Jungkook! No! I am not currently sleeping with anyone. I have not had sex for like eighteen months.”  It's your frustration which is speaking now. 

“What? Wait! What are you? A nun?” Jungkook’s eyes go wide at your admission. 

Embarrassment eats you away, like you were eating the carbonara a few minutes ago, “I- I mean. I am not that horny.” 

“Then… Do you want to sleep with me?” 

At first you think you misheard it. So you stare at Jungkook with big eyes. 

His expression is rather serious and you hate how it affects you. 

“What did you just say?” you finally let your voice be heard. 

“You heard me.” 

“Jungkook, please stop kidding. This is not funny.”

“I am serious.” he sighs. 

“Look. I can’t go around and sleep for fun since we have an act going on here. You, too, seem like you need to blow off some steam. And honestly, tell me where is your benefit from all these? It’s your company that’s ripping the fruit, not you.” 

Jungkook’s words register in your brain. He makes perfect sense. You have no benefits whatsoever from all these. 

“It’s just an offer, you can decline it if you want but… we can- we can have some fun like adults. No one has to know, nothing will get fucked up since we are not even close to begin with.” Jungkook reasons. 

He is right. You have nothing to lose if things go down and this won’t be the first time having casual sex with someone you know. There is absolutely no risk, no feelings on the line. 

Should you really consider the idea? 

The scenes from that grainy video start clouding your brain. 

A tiny voice in your mind says, “why not?” 

“Then… Do you want to sleep with me?”

“It’s just an offer, you can decline it if you want but… we can- we can have some fun like adults. No one has to know, nothing will get fucked up since we are not even close to begin with.”

Jungkook’s words go round and round in your head. Things have been like that for the better part of the time following your departure from his apartment.

You don’t even know why are you thinking so much, you should have just bad-mouthed him, tell him to fuck off and go fuck himself but something has kept you from doing so. 

He was suggesting something genuinely and there was a point in his proposition. And above every logical expression - it’s true that you are touch-starved. It’s been way too long with you and your dildo only. You need a living object inside of you now. 

Also, Jeon Jungkook is just so hot and he fucks well - that much you know from that unsolicited video. So yeah… you could probably accept his proposal. 

The only thing that is keeping you from doing so is your heart. You don’t know what will you be left off with after you are done fucking with for five to six months. Getting attached to people easily is one of your biggest weaknesses. 

And getting attached to your fuck-buddies, that too to someone like Jungkook, won’t be too glorifying of a thing to do. 

A hand comes and sits on your shoulder blade, scaring you off of your own skin. 

You almost hit the intruder with your laptop. 

“Calm down, it’s just me.” Yoongi comes to your view. 

“Fuck! You scared me!” you finally calm down, put your laptop on the table as it was before. 

“Well it’s not my fault. My shoes were pretty loud against the floor you know? You were too lost in your head that you didn’t even hear me coming. What’s up?” He comes to sit down beside you - way too close to you. 

In other times you would start blushing right away but for some reasons, you don’t. 

And honestly you don’t even want to find out the reasons. 

“Nothing. Just rechecking the schedule and all.” you murmur, forcing your attention on the laptop screen. 

Yoongi hums, “Your boyfriend will come in time, right? Hope he is not one of those snobbish celebrity types.” 

Your boyfriend … The mention stirs something inside your heart. 

“He tends to get late but he is not snobbish.” you defend Jungkook and your actions shocks even you. 

“Oooohhhhh” Yoongi makes an amused noise “love really changes people, huh?” 

You don’t reply to him- everything is fake anyway. 

“There is a rumor going around that you two were acquaintances before? But you told me a completely different story. May I know what’s actually going on?” 

You sigh. You knew this was coming. And you prepared your answer. 

“Well, what I told you was right. But his agency urged me to make up those stories for, you know, reasons. So yeah that’s it. And I will trust you with this secret.” narrowing your eyes on him for the last part of the sentence, you emphasize your point. 

“Okay okay.” he heaves a laugh out of his chest. 

“But why is Min Yoongi suddenly so interested in my love story?” you are genuinely curious about his curiosity. He never pays any mind to any office gossip but now that it’s your turn he seems to be interested in every little detail. 

“Maybe I have reasons you don’t know?” he shrugs. 

When his words register in your mind your eyes widen. 

“W-what reasons Yoongi?” you finally voice seeing him getting up from the chair and heading towards the exit. 

“That’s useless now. Maybe I will tell you sometime in future, maybe I will never let you know.” his voice trails and then morphes into air as he leaves the room. 

Something sits in your chest uncomfortably. Is he hinting at something you wanted all along? Was this fake dating a mistake? Did it cost you something real? 

A migraine forms just before the shoot. 

“Annyoenghaseyo.” Jungkook greets the entire crew sweetly as he stands at the entrance of the studio. There are two other men with you, who are holding big bags, probably full of snacks and drinks. 

“I have brought some snacks for everyone. Since the shoot is going to take long, I hope you all have something to munch on. Also, hope you forgive me each time I make a mistake.” he flashes his bunny smile as he bows and gestures to his men to distribute the snacks. 

You can hear the crew oohing ahhing for his sweetness. You only roll your eyes - only if they know how big of an asshole he is.   

“Darling.” He comes close to you and stands before you, measures your expressions before enveloping you in a hug. 

Another round of oohhs and aahhs echoes in the studio. 

You fake the hug too. 

But obviously your body had to act weird around him. Your nipples pebble as his chest comes in contact with yours. 

You silently thank the pads of your bra. 

“Do I get an answer today?” he murmurs in your ear. His hot breath grazes your earlobes, erupting goosebumps all over your body. 

You clear your throat before pulling yourself out of his embrace.  

“Let’s get into work.” 

One credit you will give Jeon Jungkook is that he knows how to work. He is professional - nothing like what you expect from typical influencers. 

He reads the scripts attentively, takes suggestions from the PD-nim and the director, gives his input and doesn’t do re-takes after retakes. 

He makes things go smooth and easy and the shoot leads towards a culmination within the five hour mark. 

You need to update Yoongi about the shoot’s progress - so you take out your phone but just then, Yoongi walks in with another human being attached to his side. 

It’s Im Semi, Yoongi’s rumored girlfriend, also the heir of the company you work for. 

For most of the time you don’t pay any mind to her existence - that’s simply something having nothing to do with your business. 

But at times like this when she is attached to the man’s side, you supposedly have a crush on, you can’t quite ignore. 

Yoongi marches towards you, with that damned smile on his face. You force back a smile. 

Your mind reels back to Yoongi’s confusing words earlier. You must have made a mistake in analyzing. What a fool you are. 

“How’s everything going?” he questions. 

“Very well. Jungkook is doing a great job. In fact we are done with the shoot, they are only reviewing the shots now. As soon as that’s done, we can’t pack up for the day.” you keep your tone professional. 

“That’s great.” Yoongi chimes in, “You can clock out after this. Good job, Y/N.” 

“Thanks. Are you clocking out too?” you ask, eyeing Semi, who is busy staring at her phone. 

“Nah. I got a meeting.” Yoongi informs, “Gotta go back to the building. I can drop you on the nearest subway, if you want.” 

Semi’s head springs up as he regards Yoongi for a moment and then looks at you with a fake forced smile. 

You know she doesn’t like the idea. 

“It’s o-”

“Don’t worry, I will drop her.” Jungkook appears from nowhere and cuts you off. 

For the first time ever, you are actually grateful to him. 

“Ah yeah. He will drop me.” you shrug. 

“Cool. Should we go now, yoongi?” Semi speaks breaking the thin layer of tension that settled on the air. 

“Yeah. I guess. Bye. See you tomorrow.” Yoongi leaves you and Jungkook behind. 

“You okay?” Jungkook enquiries, once Yoongi is out of earshot. 

“Yeah, Fine. Are you done? Let’s go.” 

“So… I have thought about your proposal and it.. Doesn’t sound too bad.” Your eyes are downward, because if you are honest, then you are extremely coy right now and you don’t want Jungkook to witness that. 

You mulled for the entire ride back home. You thought and thought about what to say, how to say it. 

Now that Jungkook is standing before your apartment entrance, you took a chance of making it short. 

“Fuck really?” Jungkook sounds so shocked as if he didn’t expect you to say yes, “didn’t think you would accept it for real. But I am glad that you did.” 

You finally risk a glance at him. He is smiling. Your heart flips. You hate it. 

“So ah..” your ears must be red by now “do you- do you wanna come in?” you place your invitation. 

Jungkook’s smile vanishes. His face takes up a much darker expression. You know what it is. 

“I’d love to.” His voice dips an octave lower than the usual tone. 

 Now you gotta pray that you don’t regret this decision of yours. 

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[dovoodles]

Uploading more of my backlog for the sake of documentation, character art from my Gehenna mv

[saintsir4n]

CAPTURE THE MOMENT

In which the Mikaelsons and Lumiéres take pictures throughout their holiday.

PAIRINGS: MIKAELSONS X LUMIÉRES

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“SAY CHEESE!” Adrienne exclaimed, holding the camera in front of her family, who all reluctantly posed for the picture. Of course, Rebekah and the little mikaelson heir were all for getting photographed but the men of the family were completely against it, each and every time. Flash, Flash, Flash, they couldn’t stand it. “And again,”

“You’ll blind our child,” Klaus spoke, repairing forcing a smile in most of the pictures.

He raised a hand in defence, watching his wife shoot daggers in his direction. The baby in his arms was the only thing protecting him from her wrath, they all knew it.

“You’ll blind me with that bloody light,” Kol rubbed his eyes and moved out of frame. He was losing his patience. Although the holiday had been fun, he wanted to get back to the green-eyed brunette resting in his suite, “no more pictures for goodness sake.”

Hadeon chuckled, “Christ Adri, what is with your camera?”

“Damn, You sure that flash is legal?” Marcel wondered, staring at the object in confusion.

“It is quite bright Adrienne,” Elijah agreed with them, growing tired of the constant photographs.

Sure he liked to look back on the memories of their trips, however, he believed it took away from the moments. Not everything needed to be documented, not the food on their plates or when they napped or swam, but the women seemed to disagree.

“I got it for her, for your information,” Rebekah sassed, feeling offended by the number of complaints. I love it, Adrienne’s voice cut through the memory of the gift exchange.

“No surprises there,” Hadeon grumbled, then winced that the glare he received from his sister and Marcel.

Rebekah stepped closer to him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kol sucked in a deep breath, “It’s loud and annoying —“

“— and attention seeking, just like you,” Klaus finished, earning a scowl from Rebekah who began to run after him.

“Sweetheart,” he passed his child over to his wife, before escaping his sister’s grasp.

“Here we go.” Elijah went to sit back down, not interested in stopping the squabble for once. So instead he pulled out his phone and began messaging his girlfriend.

“Who do you think will win?” Marcel's eyes darted between the fighting siblings. He knew his side wouldn’t hurt Rebekah, not in front of so many people, but dread lingered around him.

Kol took out his phone, laughing when his sister threw a shoe at the hybrid’s head.

“Bekah,” Hadeon chuckled, “definitely Bekah.”

“Look at daddy,” Adrienne held her son up, giggling just like he did, watching the siblings bicker and fight, “Look at the man I married.”

“And don’t you regret it,” Kol spoke up, earning a few laughs, “I bloody would.”

“Shut up Kol.”

a/n:

Decided to end it on this note. Something light compared to most of work I upload onto both apps.

[springtrappd]

are we STILL spreading the lie that tftp was being written during 2019-2020 (during sb's development) even AFTER the person behind that bit of misinformation, entom -- (one of) the originator(s) behind talesgames -- has been repeatedly exposed as a liar? are we really STILL doing this? they faked emails from scott and tried to argue they were real to his face, guys! they are the opposite of a credible source -- and one that harasses real-world employees of both steel wool and scholastic to get the leaks they built their platform off of. just off the top of my head, they:

stalked the facebook of one of the anthology authors to dm them asking if b-7 was a trans allegory or not

got someone working on the movie fired by leaking shit

supported their friend in going to pax west to recording themselves asking a steel wool employee provocative (lore) questions in a no-recording zone, without the employee's knowledge or consent, and then uploaded that to their twitter

^steel wool employees confirmed on twitter that they felt violated by this, & it could have gotten them in legal trouble

claimed to receive a digital review copy of lally's game as part of a press packet, then shifted to "physically buying" the books "from a local bookstore that got them early"

manipulated the metadata of the aforementioned digital review copy to say the file was created in 2019 & then posted it to reddit

said physical books were always photographed at odd angles (so you couldn't see the entire book, just the cover) and at least one of them was your-printer-is-out-of-ink magenta, for fuck's sake

sent their audience after anyone who disagreed with them, including both teenagers and fellow theorists

sent their audience to spam the mods of at least one fnaf wiki until they changed the glitchtrap page to be the mimic (prior to the release of ruin!)

was a big part of organising the campaigns to fire fiszi and pinkypills. not saying i support either of those two or that i'm against them facing the consequences of their actions, but notice a pattern of behaviour here?

faked an entire lorebook (that they had exclusive access to) by lying to their friends about its existence, faking parts of the document to show the, and -- when all of this was leaked to the public -- faking emails from scott proving it was true, insisting that him saying otherwise was part of some grand conspiracy against them, said they would upload a pdf of the book and then vanished for the exact amount of time it takes to print a book on demand & uploaded a video giving you glimpses of a book that looked like it was made by someone in a week. which it was.

nuked their entire online presence when someone got their hands on an actual early release copy of lally's game and disproved their metadata claim.

and when confronted with the above, they said (DIRECT QUOTE) "this shit was from 3 years ago I Do Not Care"

[my-hobby-is-finding-the-source]

really felt that post on trying to find that queen of the gays drawing, theres this one flipnote animation i used to love that had an obscure vocaloid song with no english translation (i mean maybe there was but i never memorized the name to find it anyways) upload in it, was only able to find the name by uploading the video to a shady song finder website, went to look for the flipnote animation again a while back for nostalgias sake and boom, gone, completely deleted, and with it also the only way to find that damn song again, ive looked it up multiple times in every website possible but that was apparently the last upload of it online, and being an obscure ass song no english website that documents songs has any records of it, lost two beloved pieces of art at once and havent been the same ever since

Concerning a previous remark.

Yeah, I remember reading about the whole Flipnote Archive project a while back, the difficulties involved in getting hold of all that data and making it available in a convenient format. And your case also intersects with Vocaloid music preservation, which is a whole other beast!

[hermitshippingbigbang]

hello, some writer questions! 1) what time are the fics due on the 2nd? 2) how do we submit - pdf, gdocs access, etc 3) can we get any more info on the summaries - mostly word count max for the summary, and for author notes that might be relevant to artists if that's separate. 4) if ships are listed in their own column or whatnot, can we specify main ships vs minor ships? I don't want to mislead people but also don't want to hit on a hard no for a minor ship. thanks!!!

Thanks for the ask!!

Fics will be due at Writer Check-in 4, which will run like the other check-ins, meaning writers will have 48 hours after the form is sent out to fill it out and submit their fic. If anyone cannot make this deadline, there is an extension available until September 8. We will put out last calls for fics in the days leading up to September 8 so that the due date does not come as a surprise. We will still accept fics after that (until December 30), but they will be automatically assigned to Doodle Tier.

The submissions will be completed using a Google Form. On the Submission form, writers will give us their own information, and then for each of their fics: - Relationships (romantic, queerplatonic, platonic, and background) - Rating of the fic - Whether or not artists need to be 18+ - Warnings (with space to elaborate and add your own notes for artists) - (Optional) Up to 10 tags* - Summary - Upload the fic as a single document. Miscrosoft Word or Google Docs is preferred. We will also accept plaintext files, markdown files, and html files.

Summaries should be 250 words or fewer, with a hard limit of 300 words (for the sake of artists who have a lot of summaries to scroll through). Here is a brief presentation with some suggested exercises to build a summary for Art Claims! Though we don't have specific requirements for the content of the summary, we recommend that summaries give a complete overview of your story i.e., you should treat it as a publisher pitch rather than an AO3 summary or teaser. This is your space to talk to the artists, so anything you want them to know about your fic should go here and/or in your tags. Warnings will have their own additional space.

Ships will have their own section!! On the Art Claims site, artists will have the option to sort summaries by Art Tier or by relationship. Your summary will appear under each of the major relationships present in your fic (romantic, queerplatonic, and platonic). You will also be able to list any background relationships that are present, but your summary will not appear under the sections of the site dedicated to those relationships.

*Tags: The optional 10 tags are for Art Claims only. For posting, you may tag your fic however you would like. You might want to think of the Art Claims tags as an "at a glance" overview of your story. You might use the tags to highlight major aspects of your fic, or to clarify things that might not be clear from your summary. You do not need to include relationships, characters, or warnings in these tags.