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#it was 9pm then 1am now 6am

onismsys · 1 year

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well i guess we're getting 3 hours of sleep

#time went by so fast #it was 9pm then 1am now 6am #oops #ours

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bookworm-2692 · 1 year

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I gotta say the tags you left on that reblog on why you followed me are by far one of the best collections of tags I've ever gotten. but you've awakened my curiosity. What was the Twitch chat that started this? What did I say???? I'M SO CURIOUS BECAUSE BOY HOWDY I'VE SAID SOME INTERESTING THINGS-

I couldn't remember exactly, so I went back and searched Discord for images I sent and apparently it was just a super tame message.

The thing that made it significant, however, was the fact that I had never heard the Diggy Diggy Hole song before this year... despite having watched minecraft youtube videos since 2012. Somehow I missed that. A month or two ago I mentioned something from a different Impulse stream about diggy diggy and my friend @bibliobasilisk forced me to watch several iterations of the song (which I'm grateful for. It's a bop. As you would know).

So anyway I sent that screenshot to her like "hey look someone in chat said this" because i thought it was hilarious and then I was like "also I recognise their name from tumblr. unrelatedly". And then she was like "ah swedish tumblr, just looked them up" and then, being half swedish myself, I got hella excited:

And then I proceeded to scroll on your tumblr for like 20 minutes before unpausing the Impulse vod to continue watching. And I've been following you ever since then.

So a combination of me recognising your name, and my friend sussing out that you're Swedish (and the fact that diggy diggy is still relatively new to me) and bam. I'm here now.

Also in looking for that screenshot, it turns out that I screenshotted a second message of yours from a different stream:

Because Hermitgang my beloved

#hermitcraft #ask #anyway i can literally never watch impulse's streams live because theyre either 2am-5am or 3am-6am in my timezone (depending on daylight #on daylight savings time) but for sweden it'd instead be 6pm-9pm or 5pm-8pm i believe? if im converting correctly #which is like. prime stream watching time #end of the day. relaxing at home #so yeah i have to settle for just watching the vods later so youll never see me in chat #unless he's doing an afternoon stream which then is like regular morning for me #and only if its a non work day for me #also i dont even get the benefit of australian time for when the aussie streams. pearl starts her streams at 11pm which is far too late #ignore the fact that its almost 1am now #i mean it did help when i scrolled through your tumblr to discover your guys were also like impulse and co #and not some of the guys i care less about #anyway. yeah thats it #also those discord messages show it hasnt even been a month lmao #its been like 27 days #bc anzac day was the tuesday and today is monday so its one less day than four weeks #wait no its still sunday night. my computer tricked me into thinking it was monday #just bc its after midnight doesnt mean its monday. monday happens tomorrow aka i need to sleep first #also i just need to actually sleep anyway. on account of the 'its after midnight rn' thing #i was about to go to bed but then i saw your ask and knew i had to answer straight away #the anon who is talking about season 7: sorry you have to wait another day for your response #non anons take priority #which is a rule ive made up just now bc this is the first time ive had an anon and a non anon at the same time lmao

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savethegrishaverse · 3 months

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gobletofmilk · 4 months

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hours of the day ranked

1. 6pm 6pm is the best hour of every day because this is when you are eating dinner. sometimes it doesn't happen in this hour but when it does, this is why we are on earth. dinner. it's also good because you eat dinner then.

2. 7pm i love this hour because if you have eaten dinner already you have a good 4-5 hours of true free time. you can literally do whatever, spend time with friends, read, write, watch a movie, or do what god herself placed us on this earth to do which is rot in bed and look at phone.

3. 12pm yummy lunch time

4. 4am I'll fight all of you on this but 4am is here because of that sweet sweet rem. you know how good sleep feels at 4am? you kidding me? this is why i LIVE.

5. 12am there's just something special about midnight you know. it's just cool. if you're still awake the vibes are kinda crazy you know. if you're with friends then the vibes are even crazy er. i love it when it is midnight.

6. 3pm i haven't been in school for years (like millions of years), but there is no denying the power of 3pm. home time. it's also the peak time in the afternoon. lots of shenanigans to be had at 3pm you know

7. 5pm this is like like school ending but for adults although i don't have a job that ends at 5 i just kind of work whenever and it is so bad for my work life balance because i end up working at the worst times and don't give myself enough time to relax but if i had a normal job this would be the best time

8. 10pm sleepy vibes you know

9. 8pm i really like this time because i'm usually right into a movie or something or playing a game or rotting in bed usually rotting

10. 4pm it's interesting at this point we are starting to get to the hours i'm not too fond of. don't get me wrong i'm a fan of 4pm, but my brain just turns off around this time every day. i can't get anything done. it sucks. i'm not a morning person or an afternoon person or an evening person tbh.

11. 11pm hey that's a good placement

12. 5am such a risky hour. if you're getting good rem then it is the greatest hour in the world. but if you wake up at 5am and still want to have a little more sleep. god. kill me. it happened to me this morning and it has just ruined my day

13. 9pm it's kind of sad at 9pm because the night is coming to an end and it's like sad and stuff??

14. 1pm i ated all my lunch :(

15. 10am hey this is usually like a snack time so that is good. but you have a whole work day ahead of you and it's like ugh lame you know. if it is a day off though 10am can be pretty exciting. i'm usually rotting in bed around 10am

16. 2pm controversial maybe but this time isn't it. i want to go home you know i don't have three hours of work left in me.

17. 11am the most nothing hour ever created what even happens at 11am

18. 1am not for me

19. 2am like 1am but slightly worse

20. 3am like 2am but slightly worse

21. 8am of all of the morning hours, this one is the least offensive. you're usually eating breakfast or just commuting and listening to music so hey, it gets a pass i suppose. morning sux.

22. 7am the only good thing about 7am is your bed is so comfortable, but like why can't we take that comfort and move it to other parts of the day. i gotta get up at 7am, don't do that to me.

23. 6am kill me now it's so over

24. 9am imagine being henry time, inventor of time, and thinking you know what is a good idea? 9am? what a fool. i'm so upset this time should not exist. so sick and twisted.

#tier list #ranked #ranking #really important #earth shattering #powerful #silly #sillyposting #what is silly posting is this silly posting? if so this is why i'm here. to silly post.

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ravings-of-a-mad-scientist · 6 months

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pigeonriot · 2 years

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Please be a bit more specific about Bernd das Brot being a Horror Movie concept??

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ANON (also sorry it took me literal weeks to answer this ask it got lost in my drafts sorry <3 it is now almost 1am and i feel the need to answer this RIGHT NOW so if anything is incoherent i'm sorry its bc i need to go to bed <3)

okay, so, I don't know how much background information you have on Bernd, so I'm just gonna assume zero. He is character of German's children television channel KiKa.

first of all, pls read this character description wikipedia made with the fact that Bernd is a character made for children in mind:

do not ask any child that has grown up with seeing Bernd on TV if they are okay. We are not. But that doesn't qualify the concept of Bernd das Brot as a horror movie yet, it is just an,,, let's call it interesting (aslo very relatable) choice for a characterization for a childrens TV character).

What I was particularily talking about when i called it that was Die Nachtschleife - the night loop.

The night loop is shown on Kika between 9pm and 6am every day. During that time, the channel is not broadcasting any particular content except a looped 7-25min long clip throughout the whole night. And the most prominent character in this loop: you guessed it, BERND! our beloved depressed loaf of bread <3

Where it enters horror genre is that the general plot of every loop is that Bernd gets dropped into an empty, white room against his will. He is getting manhandled by a robotic arm and a disembodied computer voice called "Weißbox Master Control Programm" ("white box master control programm") is the only one talking to Bernd - and it is also talking to the audience, it's kind of like the moderator of the whole thing. The voice is then requesting Bernd to do several things for the audience, which Bernd doesn't want to do. All Bernd wants to do is escape the room but he never manages to do it and always gets dragged back etc and at the end of the loop, it always seems like Bernd manages to escape somehow just for the clip to end there and the loop beginning from the start where Bernd is dropped in the white void again.

So this loop continues thru the whole night, getting shown on the childrens channel, and it's just a depressed loaf of bread who hates his life being forced to be in a room and not being able to leave in any way and stuck in a loop, being forced to be in front of the tv viewers (the 4th wall basically doesnt exist, bernd openly talks to the audience how he has enough of television and how viewers should turn off the tv etc). Bernd is held against his will, forced to do (often for him humiliating) stuff, tries to escape for the whole night and never manages to do it, his hope of escaping always squashed when thebloop stsrts again, stuck in a loop, has a disembodied voice telling him what to do and a robotic arm moving him w/o his will and it is intended to be mainly seen by children (even tho the night loop - in bernds case bernd - is constantly telling the viewer to turn the tv off). THEY PUT SOMEONE W DEPRESSION THRU ALL THIS UGHHHH LEAVE HIM ALONE STOP TORTURING HIMMMM

there is more to expand on but this is all i have at 1am and if anyone says its not a horror concept they are wrong <3

also, kinda unrelated but bernd is a trans king <3

#and dare i say... i watched the shit out of it when i was 6 and woke up before my parents and it was before 6am so i just sat in front of #the tv watching Nachschleife and bernd suffering #anyways i love bernd <3 #bernd das brot #kika #german stuff #anon #asks #ask

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alonggoodbye · 3 months

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let's do a weird headcanon thing

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: Her skin and hair usually smells of lavender. When she takes bathes she usually adds a bit of scented oil and if not she likes taking flowers and floating them in the bath water. On the days when she's feeling like she needs to give herself some extra care, she adds jasmine tea to her baths. She dries roses and lavender and hangs them upside down by her bed in her room. Sometimes she likes to put a flower in her hair. However, run into her just after she’s left a speakeasy and you’ll smell cigar smoke on her for sure, which she hates. modern times: She smells like fruit thanks to the miracle of mass-produced lotions, soaps, and laundry detergent.

HOW THEY SLEEP ( sleeping position, schedule, etc ): Halia does not get more than 6 hours of sleep as it hurts her head to do so. She works as a singer most nights, which, can take up her time from 9pm-5am and so she usually sleeps from 6am-12am. Sometimes she goes without sleeping for a couple of days at a time when she is too stressed or in danger. Her sleeping position: on her left side, arm under her pillow, back against the wall, front facing the door. She is known to talk in her sleep and will have a conversation if you talk to her, but she will not remember anything. Halia isn’t exactly what you’d call a light sleeper, but if you open her door in the middle of the night, she will wake up. modern times: Sleeps 6 hours anywhere between 1am-10am. Enjoy’s naps.

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY: Jazz and instrumental piano. She also became a big fan of the earlier rock music and some of the old surf-rock in the 50s-60s. Some artists and bands that she’s fond of are: Ella Fitzgerald, Etta James, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Santo & Johnny Farina, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and Beach Boys. Her favorite song is “Sleepwalk”.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY: She has a bath when she comes home before she goes to bed. She spends about 20 minutes on her hair, but, since she doesn’t wear very much make up during the day, it only takes her a few minutes to do her lipstick and her eyes. She applies more make up before she goes on stage though. modern times: 10 minutes if she doesn’t need to be fancy.

FAVOURITE THING TO COLLECT: Vinyl records. modern times: She never got into 8-track, cassette, CDs, or MP3. Halia does not have cable, but she does have a tv and a vhs player for all of old hollywood movies she’s collected.

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED: Ambidextrous.

RELIGION (if any): n/a

FAVOURITE SPORT(S): She likes watching a good boxing match every now and again. She goes running when she can (cardio is important when you might be chased by the cops). modern times: She enjoys martial arts and parkour.

FAVOURITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELING: Try the food that that particular place is known for!

FAVOURITE KIND OF WEATHER: Cold. She hates sweating and she loves to wear layers.

WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE: Romantic relationships or more accurately loving someone way more than they love her. Stems from her relationship with her ex-boyfriend who came back from the war front with PTSD.

THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL: As long as the game has not been rigged, she will always do really well in a game that involves aim. She will knock down all the milk bottles with that baseball, or shoot all those targets and win that giant teddy bear, sir!

#about halia.#farewell my queue.

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agentmarcuspike · 6 months

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zZzZz

stayed up all night yesterday so i could get back to a normal sleep schedule and come evening i’m so tired so i go to bed at 7pm but wake up at 1am and can’t fall back asleep until 6am and now it’s 9pm, so we’re back to square one, this is ridiculous!!!!

#circadian rhythm rant #lmao

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winryrockbellwannabe · 10 months

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Day 3 & 4 of #subatomicstudychallenge

i forgot to do this yesterday T-T, so let's do both days in one, i guess

Day 3: Where/When do you get most of your work done?

where: idk actually. the most productive i ever was (without meds) was in the study section of the library, tho i was always getting distracted bc the guy next to me was studying latin, and thats just so interesting!

when: no idea. i used to work at night (like 9pm to 1am) and that used to go great, but i ruined my sleep schedule and now i work better in the mornings (6am to 9am)

Day 4: What is your favourite topic within your subject(s)?

C O D I N G!!!!! i just love coding and programming in general. also, maths my beloved! integrals, and derivatives <33 (and i really liked the lab work in eletronics as well)

#subatomicstudychallenge #stem student #stemblr #study blog #studyblr #just engineering things

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shadow-laviko · 5 months

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Nevermind. Right after deciding I would finally finish Welcome to Kanai Ward see you never, my brain pulled a 360 and told me "You know what? Fuck that fanfic. Keep writing FZilch being incredibly obsessed with Yomi. That's the good shit, that's what you should be focusing on. RIGHT NOW."

And

I guess I ended up doing it until 6am?? I slept 4 hours because for some reason my brain decided it was enough sleep and I needed to focus on writing again. EXCEPT IT WON'T LET ME WRITE BEFORE AT LEAST 9PM??? And now it's almost 1am and my brain is holding me hostage, wanting me to write while also wanting me to just scroll on Rain code (but really mainly Yomi and Hellxander) tumblr forever?

How am I supposed to get any progress done?? (Kill me please. Or... No, help me actually, please-)

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kevinjmann · 1 year

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sketchbook-and-tony-adventures · 3 years

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THIS IS IT - PART 6: Love Affairs

Out in his yard on a reclining lawn chair, Tony sipped his tea (because he is British, you see) as he relaxed.

“TONY!” Shrignold shouted, as he quickly flew down to Tony.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Tony jumped up, causing his sunglasses to fall off, and grabbed the butterfly gremlin, clenching him as tightly as possibly without killing him, but was prepared to do so, if necessary.

“SHRIGNOLD, IF YOU TO TRY TO FORCE ME TO DATE SOMEONE ONE MORE TIME, I WILL ROT YOU ALIVE IN MY OWN HANDS! I SWEAR, I WILL DO IT THIS TIME!” Tony screamed as loudly as he could.

“TONY! No! It’s not that this time! I swear!” Shrignold managed to choke the words out.

Tony stared at Shrignold for a fleeting second before begrudgingly releasing the butterfly. Shrignold coughed profusely and rubbed his throat.

“I’m sorry, are you busy?” Shrignold casually asked.

“I’m just trying to relax for five minutes!” Tony made very clear. “WHAT?! What do you WANT?!”

In the most pitiful tone he could muster, Shrignold told him, “I really need your help…”

“Can it wait until I’m retired?” Tony sighed.

“No, please, it’s important!” Shrignold pleaded. “My group is falling apart, and my lesson was terrible, and now Roy hates me! I need advice!”

Tony got up and paced a short distance. “I’m not going to get out of this, am I?” he muttered to himself. “All my simulated fake life, I’m just going to have to occasionally just be subjected to you, aren’t I?” He turned swiftly to Shrignold. “Okay! Fine! What can I do for you, Shrignold?!”

“Do you remember how I got a bad report on my latest lesson?”

“Ah yes, with the Red Bird!” Tony remembered. “I forgot to watch it, because I don’t like you. But I remember you telling us about it! That was funny.”

“I hardly had an impact on that bird at all.” Shrignold put his head in his hands, quietly panicking while he explained. “He was suspicious the whole time, nothing sunk in. My lesson with the Yellow Boy went so well, even if I didn’t recruit him, but this one just fell apart the second I had no special one for him!”

“That’s right! There aren’t any available girls left in your cult for you to force into relationships ever since the Yellow Girl vanished,” Tony realized. “But hold on. If the whole current version of your lesson hinges on having a special one to dangle over your emotionally vulnerable student, how did you convince the Yellow Girl to join you if you didn’t have a special one to show her?”

“We have a different lesson for girls!” Shrignold informed Tony. “Because as we all know, women are receivers of love, and men are the givers of love.”

“Oh, wow, this just got really overtly sexist in a way I was not ready for!” Tony uncomfortably laughed.

Shrignold turned and took a breath. “I’ve tried to calmly understand what my problem was.”

“Oh, I’m sure. We’re all such calm people.”

“And I thought, well, everything’s felt so jumbled lately, maybe I need to start with a change to the schedule. Have better time management, you know?” Shrignold turned back to the clock man. “So, I came to you.”

Tony actually smiled. “Liking time is my one defining trait!” he proudly proclaimed. “So, that I can help with! Tell me, what’s your schedule like? Perhaps I can help work in some time you spend practicing your lesson with your horrible cult that’s too unethical even for me.”

“Here, I wrote it down for you.” Shrignold handed Tony a small pink heart-patterned notebook. It read:

Group chanting - 6AM - 9AM

Sermon - 10AM - 1PM

Matchmaking my Co-Workers - 1:30PM - 8PM

Thought Stopping Rituals - 9PM - 12AM

Designated Eating Period - 12AM - 1AM

Confessionals - 1AM - 3AM

Prayers to Malcolm - 3AM - 4AM

Sleep - 4AM - 6AM

Tony took a good look at it, before looking back up to Shrignold and suggesting, “Spend less time matchmaking co-workers.”

“No.”

“Then I’m out of ideas.”

#sketchbookandtonyadventures #THIS IS IT the final arc

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someonewhowannadielol · 4 years

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What is Love?

Requested by @sassysaxsolo

Pairing: BadBoy!JK x Innocent!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warning: Dirty talk, degrading, oral sex (m and f receiving), pussy slapping, exhibitionism (??). Oh god this has like 4 smut scenes in it, it's nothing but porn bye

Summary: Jungkook has a degrading kink. Y/N doesn’t seem to like it. Also, JK is bad at this entire love thing but totally whipped for the girl of his dreams.

WordCount: 3.6k

A/N: The first scene is inspired by Hunter and Amy from “Hot Summer Night,” because it’s such a cute couple! P.S this might not be my best work because I wrote it at 3AM, so :( sry

You wouldn’t exactly call your boyfriend mean by any chances, but it doesn’t mean he was the nicest person you’ve ever met either. Sometimes you look at other people, like Hoseok, or Jimin, they could most definitely keep you happy – and speak to you like you’re an actual human when you both fuck.

You still remember the first time Jeon Jungkook had ever well, noticed you.

“-and then they both crashed into each other!” your friend was telling this story for the nth time, and you paying your 101% undivided attention to your fries sitting in front of you, basically drowning in ketchup, while trying to ignore the eyes that bore in the back of your head.

It was the last day of your exams as a sophomore in high school, and just like everyone else in town, you’d gone to the diner you always went to, at the end of 15thStreet Avn. Everyone and their mom had decided to come, so it was really busy, you literally had to speak loud to your friends, sitting just across you.

Fifteen minutes ago, Jeon Jungkook had walked into a diner and chose the place that gave the perfect view of you from the back.

Seven minutes ago, your friends had noticed that he was – shamelessly – staring at you, strawberry milkshake in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. When you tried to look back, his eyes didn’t even flinch when they made contact with yours. On top of it, he winked at you. It was weirdly strange, yet made you feel all giddy inside.

What. The. Fuck. It was a well-known fact that girls would actually die to have one date with Jungkook, willing to get plastic surgeries, buying the most expensive clothes, and even leaving gifts in his locker at school. So why was here he here, in this lame-ass diner? And that too, wasting time while staring at you? He clearly didn’t even take a sip of his beverage.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, he’s so totally staring at you,” your best friend from across the booth said, while pretending to look at her nails.

“He’s so hot, I would totally take a bite,” your other friend says while taking a bite of her burger.

“Yuck!” you exclaim, as you can’t help but laugh at the thought of it. You had a certain laugh, especially when you were sitting around with your friends – it wasn’t that loud, but your eyes would bunch up as you would unconsciously bring your hand up to your mouth, and would throw your head back.

You dare to look back at him again, but this time you see his coming towards you, while taking a puff from his half smoked cigarette. You immediately turn your head back, so quick that you feared you’d broken your neck.

You look at your friends adjust their hair and posture when they see him coming towards your booth, and you can’t help but play with the hem of your sleeve, biting your lip. He stands across you, leaning on the booth in front of yours, swirling his straw so the whipped cream becomes one with the milkshake.

As soon as he makes eye contact with you, you just freak out and amidst that panic, you blurt out, “I have a boyfriend.”

He looks back at you and smirks, oh God, he looks so, so amazing. This year, he’s grown out his hair, so the waves were sprawled against his forehead, and he pushed it back with his hand after placing the milkshake next to you. He’s the pitch perfect image of a fuckboy; leather jacket, a motorbike, tattoos (even though he’s totally not 18 years old yet), and the lingering scent of cigarettes.

“Nah, no, you don’t,” he takes another puff of his cigarette, “but if you don’t stop being so fucking cute, you will,”

You chuckle, thinking he’s pranking you, thinking it’s just a joke him and his stupid friends had planned out to humiliate you publicly, “You don’t know the first thing about me,” you say as you dip a fry in ketchup.

“I know you like ketchup,” he says, before taking a sip from his milkshake.

That was also the day when Jeon Jungkook had officially asked you out.

When you’d spent the entire summer with him, you got to realize one thing about him, he loved to degrade you while having sex. Sure, it was fun the first few times – but after that, words like “slut,” and “whore,” had started making you feel like one.

It was obvious that to you that you weren’t his first priority; football and his friends were always going to be before you. You still remember he was less than enthusiastic when you told him about the art gallery you’d host after working on your still life pieces for two years.

But in reality, everyone on the team knew he was head over heels for Y/N, he had quitted smoking right after he heard you cough, he’s started wearing a helmet whenever he rode his bike, and even let you decorate it with your frilly stickers. He would always, always go out of his way to get a fresh pack of chocolate milk for you, because you once mentioned that your dad doesn’t let you drink it because it’s unhealthy.

“Here, babe,” he says tossing you your daily supply of chocolate milk.

“Hey, remember when I told you about the art gallery I was preparing for?” you said, but it seemed like he was more interesting in scrolling Instagram on his iPhone, “um, because I have to go to art school,”

“Yeah, what about it?” he said, pecking your cheek as he got up for class.

“Well, it’s on the 28thof October, that’s next week,” you say before taking a sip of the milk he got you.

He waited a minute before speaking anything, and you wished, you wished deep in your heart so sincerely that he wouldn’t come up with an excuse.

“You know Jake’s birthday is that day, right? Can’t you reschedule it?” he said, looking down, adjusting his leather jacket.

You felt as if someone was stomping on your chest, it was getting harder to swallow the milk in your mouth, and it didn’t taste like the too sugary drink it was – instead it felt like you were swallowing poison. He surely remembered your rants about how it was so hard to rent a place in that gallery right? Or how it took you three months to manage to snag it for a couple of hours? Or how it took you two years to compile your best art pieces?

“B-but I don’t think I can do that, I barely got to rent the place an-and I- “

“Babe, I don’t think I can make it. The boys and I are going out to the city,” he said, tilting his head.

He didn’t wait for your reply, already walking down the hallway, leaving you heartbroken.

On 28thOctober, you met all the professional people you had dreamed of meeting, it was an honor, especially since you were just a Junior in high school. But, you never saw the face you wanted to see. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when the exhibition finally finished, and you had to close the gallery.

That night, around 1AM, Jungkook broke into your room through your window how he usually did, only this time he had a bouquet of roses in his right hand, and red eyes. When he noticed your tear stricken eyes and smudged mascara, he didn’t think twice before throwing the flowers on your bed and hugging you hard. Then, when he was so close, you noticed that he reeked of alcohol and weed. But it was fine.

He spent the night trying to make you laugh by reciting jokes he was forced to listen from Seokjin, and trying to make up for not being there. He cuddled you, putting your head under his chin, your body resting on his chest. It felt like home, when you would be with him, alone.

“How did it go?” he asks, nuzzling his face in your neck, peppering kisses there.

“It went amazing, I got a lot of good critique from artists and college professors,” you say, running your hands through his hair, you still missed his long hair that he cut last week, but it was way softer now,

“I missed you,” you say as he hummed.

He loved how you were like an open book, not like the girls he had been with before. You wore dresses – which he loved, because easier access – and you had long, virgin hair. He loved how untouched you were, innocent, pure and uncorrupted. He loved the little chub on your cheeks, he loved your pillow soft breasts, he loved how you always tasted like strawberries because of your chap stick. He loved virtuous you were. His to taint.

“I’m here, baby, and to make up for it, we’ll go to that café you always wanted to go to, my treat for being the best girlfriend,” he mumbled in your ear before taking off your dress and peppering kisses all over your body.

Of course, your mood had evidently changed, “Okay, you goofball,” you laugh as he tickles you.

“Baby, even if everything is wrong, it’s always going to be alright, and you know why?” he says as he kisses you on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, a huge contrast from his usual drunk kisses, they seem to be more chaste, more genuine, “you’re the only good thing in my life,”

You forgive him, like every other time.

You also toss him out the window before 6AM, before your father catches you with a boy. And that too, Jeon Jungkook. He’d probably kill you. It reminded you of the time when Jungkook decided to eat you out, on a weekday, on your bed, with your room unlocked.

It was no surprise when you found out that he was especially skilled with his tongue, not that any boy had ever even touched you there. You fought your moans, because your dad was literally downstairs watching his daily 9pm news. You knew he’d check up on you at 9.30 PM to ensure that you were studying for the SAT.

But here you were, your face stuffed with your own panties as the taste of your cum took over your tongue, it was a little embarrassing for you to taste yourself, but you paid more attention to the brown haired man between your legs. He’d mutter the same obscene words that used to give you the pleasure you needed at first, but soon became insecure of.

“You like that, dirty slut?” you mewled as he worked his tongue on your clit, adding another finger to the previous one inside of you. His two fingers did more than what you could do with your entire hand, the long slender fingers were now knuckle deep inside of you, doing wonders to your body.

“You’re such a whore, moaning here like a bitch in heat, when everyone thinking you’re an angel, huh,” he says as his fingers thrust in and out of you, lewd noises filling your small room.

You felt your blood run cold, when you could hear your dad’s footsteps on the stairs. Fuck.

“Three. You have three seconds to cum, or forget about it,” he said looking your straight in the eye, his fingers working faster than ever.

You could feel yourself pent up, your walls clenching down on his fingers.

“Two,” he said, attacking your bud with his tongue, a circling pattern, making you shake.

Before he could say ‘one,’ you were cumming, all over his fingers, your thighs and your sheets.

Jungkook chuckled, “Fucking whore,” before jumping out of your window in time, just a second before your dad came in your room. You were under the blanket, your panties under the bed, and your pride out of the window.

As you excused your flush face as a small fever, you couldn’t help but feel a weird twist in your stomach. You didn’t exactly like the way you felt.

You had avoided Jungkook as much as you could the next week, but he didn’t exactly notice because recently the football team had been putting in more hours to prepare for the nationals. He’d still slipped loving notes in your locker, and strapped a red rose on Thursday as well, that made your heart flutter.

The next time you met him was on the bus, on your way home.

He could’ve rode his bike to his home, but he wasn’t born yesterday, he knew something was up with you when you didn’t respond to any of his messages, and didn’t even acknowledge him in your English class.

The was bus was packed, to say the least, as he followed you as you went to the tail of the vehicle, excusing people. The next stop had more people stepping in here, and he was even more pressed towards you.

You instantly regretted wearing the tennis skirt you wore yesterday, because it was short short, and also thin. You no longer had an excuse to avoid your boyfriend as you felt him press up against your back, you could feel his bulge on your butt.

You tried to look back up at him, but whimpered when you saw the animalistic look in his eyes, and the way he towered over you wasn’t helping either. You sucked in a breath when you felt his finger hitch up, and up, and up, until it was so, so near your panties as he circled your inner thigh with his thumb. He could notice how you were hyper-aware of the surroundings, as if people could see everything that was happening, everyone could see how your boyfriend was basically fingering you on the bus.

“Do you wanna do this?” you heard Jungkook whisper in your ear, and truth be told, you had missed him, the feeling of his dick, his fingers, that you needed him, and you needed him now.

You nodded, and just as soon, you heard him chuckle, “You really are a dirty slut huh?” he said as he slapped between your thighs, making your knees buckle.

With one hand, he held the handle above so he would stay balanced, but with the other one, he steadied your hips, grinding his hips against you. You almost felt embarrassed by how aroused you were, and how quick you were wet. Seconds later, you could feel his fingers separate your folds, “Spread your legs, whore.”

As you spread them, you finally noticed how many people were actually here, and how to the untrained eye it just looked like he was hugging you, but his fingers were now scissoring inside you, stretching you.

You could feel him taking his cock out of his sweatpants, brush it in your folds. You were always so sensitive, the smallest of touches against your clit would make you cry out and moan, so it was no surprise that you let out some noises as his cock entered in you.

“Make one more noise, and I won’t be scared to fuck you senseless in front of all these people,” he whispered in your ear again, this time rocking his hips into you.

“Such a slut, huh? Tell me you’re a slut,” he said, and when he noticed that you didn’t do as he said, he completely stopped all movements. You couldn’t thin straight with his dick sitting inside of you, you needed to get off, and this neediness of yours made you want to crawl into a grave and die.

“I- I’m a slut,” you whispered, and Jungkook wouldn’t have been able to heard that, if he wasn’t basically glued to you.

“S-say it again,” he stuttered and you could feel the both of you coming closer.

“I’m a slut! I’m a whore for you, Jungkook,” you whispered, as you felt yourself cum. As for him, instead of cumming in you, like you thought he would, he took himself out, and jerked off in your panties. The feeling of his cum against your soaked panties was lecherous to say the least, you could feel your panties stick to your clit, almost as a reminder of the disgusting deed you’d just done.

“Keep those on until you get home, such a fucking bitch, fucking her boyfriend in a bus,” Jungkook whispered in your ear, and stepped off the bus after slapping your ass.

And you were left alone again, thinking if you really were the slut he made you out to be.

Your next interaction with Jungkook had been next week, when you both had decided to do the English homework together, at his house. While you spent at least two hours, researching on the topic, Jungkook had simply bullshitted the entire essay in half an hour. Sigh, this is why he was failing. As you were left on his bed, completing the essay, he sat on the other end, gaming with Taehyung and some random boy through his PlayStation party.

Finally, another two hours later, you were done with the horrid essay and were desperately craving your loving and adoring boyfriend’s attention.

“Jungkook,” you tried to get his attention, but didn’t even turn around to look at you. You continued to annoy him, “Kookieee,”

Suddenly, you saw a blast on the screen, as Jungkook slammed his controller on the floor.

He muted his mic before speaking, “You just don’t wanna be a good girl for me today, huh?” At this point, you straddled his lap. He picked you up without a glimpse of hesitation, settling you between his legs, as he took out his cock.

“Suck me, and be quiet about it, unless you want Tae to hear what a desperate bitch you are,” he says, and you’re left to suck him. Jungkook definitely wasn’t small, not even close. In fact, when hard, he was bigger than you had expected dicks to be. So, 4 rounds of battle later, your jaw had started to ache, and you couldn’t help but cry out an elicit moan, forgetting Tae could hear everything.

Jungkook turns off his gaming station as soon as he hears you, “I think I told you to shut the fuck up, but you’re just too fucking stupid to understand,” he says as he harshly picks you up by your ponytail.

“I’m gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be nothing but a dumb bitch hungry for cock,” he says as he thrashes you on the bed, stretching you out with his fingers.

Before adjusting his dick, and putting it in front of your entrance, he slaps your cunt, “that’s for fucking my game night, you bitch,” and he enters you, rough and fast.

He pushed his hair back, it’s been growing again, as he looks at you with his doe eyes again, this time they’re a shade darker. This turns you on, as you let out a whimper, “Jungkook c-close,”

“Cream yourself on my dick, go on, my dumb baby,” he chuckles, before increasing his speed, the sound of skin slapping filling the silence of the room, “Such a desperate cock slut, you can’t get off with me, huh?”

Moments later, when you both cum simultaneously, he lays down next to you and stares at the ceiling.

“What are you thinking of?” he asks, minutes after your silence. This time, he’s not harsh, but instead you’re surprised by his loving tone.

“Just thinking if you love me or not,” you mumble, closing your eyes, missing the surprised look on his face, eyes wide open, jaw ajar.

“Wha- Baby, of course I love you,” he stutters on his words, not knowing what to say. What had made you believe that he wasn’t head over heels in love with you?

“I just… I don’t know, I don’t like it when you call me names,” you explain already feeling embarrassed at being such a prude.

“Baby girl,” he sits up, and kisses your cheek, “you should’ve told me, I- I’m sorry,”

Jungkook looked like a hurt puppy, his eyes downcast, as he fiddled with his fingers. The next week, he had spent making sure you felt like the Princess you were, his Princess. Obviously, you had noticed his behavior, bringing a donut along with the chocolate milk, ditching football practice to meet you, kissing your hands every time he met you, peppering you with kisses.

“Kook, you don’t have to do this,” you exclaimed when he took you to see the beach, two hours away from the town.

“I just my Baby to know that I love her, and I want her to be happy,” he says, and for the first time, you feel like you’re free. You’re free when you’re with him and you love it.

You’re always happy with him. You loved his sloppy kisses, his shit eating grin when his fingers made you cum, his habit of bringing you chocolate milk every day, his scent which was a mixture of cologne and cigarettes, his hoarse voice after he wakes up. You knew no matter how much he accidentally hurt you, he loved you too.

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hereforhalstead · 3 years

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So I fell asleep about 9pm, woke up at 1am and now it’s 6am and I still can’t sleep

My alarm goes off in 2 hours so I guess imma just head downstairs and make myself a coffee to start my day lmao

Happy Saturday😌

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