#it’s 3.24am

[bibleofficial]

my mother sent me to harass the GP for naltrexone & i googled it bc i was like a pill for alcohol use ❓🤨 then i saw this is for SMACK & got SOOO EXCITED :D then i read ‘blocking the effects of heroin and other opioids’ & ‘decrease cravings for opioids’ & my face fell D: like ‘nuh UH i WANT my OPIS’ 😭😭

[twentythreemillionstories]

Wednesday 6th November 2024, Seattle, 3.24am.

#184,951 — A family maintains, since the beginning of time, the atrocious tradition of cutting off the left hand of their male children when they reach adulthood. As they grow tired of waiting, they realise that the theatrical event has already started, and that they are the actors.

[veintitresmillonesdehistorias]

martes 9º julio 2024, Gunzenhausen, 3.24am.

#81.189 — Un ciudadano argelino es hallado muerto con dos impactos de bala en el estómago y la cabeza. Su padre ayuda a apagar el fuego, ignorando hasta el final que el pequeño cadáver de dentro es el de su hija.

[killjoygem]

I should really be sleeping as its 3.24am but I've drank 3047 cups of tea and I fear this has amounted to a noticeable amount of caffeine

[all-things-fic]

Covid has really done a number on me and my health. It’s caused this weird spike in anxiety for me where I feel like I’m constantly having a spike in my heart rate . I haven’t had this before I got Covid (of which I’m two days negative, hopefully three when I go a final test today). It’s ridiculously scary and I’m worried about explaining this to my GP and not getting palmed off as just anxious. It’s making me want to get every single thing tested for within my bloods (I’m thinking my hormones are out of whack). Horrible.

Also I feel like my sensory is really heightened as well. If I don’t have silence I can really hear things such as ticking of a clock

Don’t really know why I’m typing this on here at 3.24am but I’m really hoping I can go back to sleep and it’ll be until my alarm now.

[hoperose4]

امبارح ربنا كرمني وقدرت إني أنام بدري. كنت في السرير من 1 وغالباً روحت في النوم على 2 إلا شوية.

دي محاولة واعية إرادية مني المفروض إني أظبط مواعيد نومي وأنام بدري بعد كده.

النهارده حاولت أعمل نفس الحاجة ولكن الحقيقة دي من أسوء التجارب اللي مريت بيها.

الساعة 3.19 ،

من الساعة 1.30 برده وأنا بتقلب في السرير في محاولة إني أغفو. وبالفعل بيحصل إني بنام ولكن نايمة صاحية حرفياً وحاسة بكل حاجة حواليا... وبعد فترة من الحال ده بدأت أحس إن جسمي مجهد جداً وواجعني جداً كل حتة فيه حرفياً لدرجة إن حتى my foot من تحت سطحها بيوجعني، وكف إيدي وكتافي ودراعاتي وراسي وصوابعي وعينيا ... كل حتة بتوجعني جداً بجد.

من يمكن 10 دقايق كده أو أقل بدأت أحس إني مبقتش قادرة أتحمل الألم وعدم الراحة اللي أنا حاساهم وأنا بحاول أنام ففتحت عيني وفضلت مستلقية في السرير كده شوية لقيتني بدأت أعيط بصورة هيستيرية.

أنا مش عارفة ايه اللي بيحصل بس أنا تعبانة وموجوعة وخايفة وآسفة لنفسي على التجربة دي لو ده االي بيجي من ورا محاولة النوم بالليل.

[cockadoodlebumtits]

Can't sleep. Wandering the internet trying to work out how scripts become plays and mostly I'm getting that I need to make some friends.

[jackspanto]

Join the dots.

[monpalace]

epel woke with a start, breath uneven as he rested the weight of his upper body on his forearms. his eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom. they struggled even more when he picks up his phone to check the time.

3.24am

the boy laid back with mixed whine and groan. his throat felt as though it were the land of the hot sands, he couldn't even gather any saliva to coat it.

rook would catch him in a heartbeat if he were to even open his door and vil would chew him out until his ears bled once the former told him he tried to sneak out.

unable to think of any other solution, epel threw his bedsheets off of his legs and swung them onto the floor.

he stands and grabs one of the apples that sat in the box at the foot of his bed. leaning over, the lilac haired teen grabs his phone as he takes a bite from the fruit. he scrolls down through his contacts until he reaches the one he was looking for.

hey, u up? he hesitates on pressing send, finger hovering over the button.

the send receipt says that the text was seen not long after he sent it. whats up?? u know vil would have ur head if he found out u were still awake lol.

r u good to call? smth happened, he answers as he takes the final bite of his apple. its cool if ur not. its not that important lmao.

nah ur good. just let me get out of this room. i dont wanna hear grim complain abt me wakin him up.

epel stands to toss his apple core in the trash and grab his earbuds. not long after, his phone begins vibrating in his hand. he swipes thumb over the call button and is greeted by a voice.

"hey," you hum as some shifting comes from your end of the call. a noise comes from epel's side, telling you that he had muted himself. "didn't think you as the type to stay up this late."

the boy's fingers begin furiously typing to respond to you. m not. vil wouldn't let me. just woke up outta nowhere, yknow?

you hum once again. "was it a nightmare or something? i thought you braver than that, young man." your voice was hoarse as you teased him.

Are you patronizing me? epel questions, changing his tone in the text to try and scare you.

"chill out kid," your voice was light as you defend yourself. "you know i like pullin' your leg kid."

the conversation continued for the next couple of hours. epel hadn't meant to call you for so long, only thirty minutes at the most. your voice became harder to comprehend the longer the call went on and he made that known.

hah?? the teen sends after a long minute of searching and deleting the right letters.

though he couldn't see you, he could hear the lift of your eyebrow. "is that you trying to tell me you wanna hang up?"

nhmm, epel is quick to respond. fall asleep on call?? if not its aight.

"that's fine with me, just make sure you go to bed soon."

epel wasn't sure when he fell asleep during the night, but when woke up he could hear your soft breathing through his headphones. arching his back, the teen stretches and lets out a quiet but quickly lays back down when he heard voices outside his door.

"it's unbelievable that he's still asleep." a voice he recognizes as vil's.

"i'm sure he's awake, just not out of the bed yet." a voice he recognizes as rook's.

vil scoffs as he moves to place his hand on the doorknob to peek inside the teen's room. "luckily for him, this is a learning opportunity."

"roi du poison, please," rook hums, placing his hand over the dorm leader's. "allow monsieur cherry apple to sleep in. besides, it's the weekend. he's worked hard during the week. he deserves this."

sucking his tongue, the taller of the two pulls the door closed and turns on his heel before he begins walking off. "then let's be on our way, we have better ways to spend our time rather than wait for that baby potato to wake up." vil hums with a flick of his wrist, motioning for rook to follow after.

the hunter dutifully does as told, humming happily to the dorm leader as he catches up

[trentaafcsblog]

As requests are open again can you please do the one you did with Jadon last night “waking him up” but with Trent?x

“T?” you’re whispering, prodding his side until he rolls over and mumbles something inaudible in response to you waking him up at some ungodly hour, “what?” he’s huffing, one eye just about open enough to make out your tense body sat beside him, “I heard a noise downstairs” you whimper as T rubs his eyes and dangles one leg over the edge of the bed, “I’ll go and check, my love” he’s saying before leaning over to kiss your cheek, voice coated with sleep as he staggers out of the bedroom and down the stairs, hearing him chatting away to someone before one of the doors closes and you nearly jump out of your skin, but it turns out that he was just shutting the dogs in the living room, one of them clearly deciding that 3.24am was the perfect time to play ‘let’s push my water bowl around the kitchen and let it crash into every single surface whilst mum shits herself upstairs’

[aubrey-plaza]

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[twentythreemillionstories]

Saturday 2nd November 2024, Stefan Voda, 3.24am.

#184,741 — A rocket containing hazardous material to be disposed of by launching into space crashes in a remote wooded area. They each awake aboard a strange ship which will deliver each of them either to heaven or hell.

[veintitresmillonesdehistorias]

martes 7º mayo 2024, Oostkamp, 3.24am.

#78.070 — Un doble de Mao Zedong se gana la vida oficiando bodas en China. Su madre desapareció cuando él tenía tres años y su padre es una bala perdida incapaz de asumir responsabilidades.

[oldwordz]

oh my god I want a persimmon

[dangerscully]

3.24am lying staring at the ceiling.

tired but wide awake.

bored but unmotivated.

hungry but no appetite.

brain wired but brain tired.

anyway there ends week 4 of lockdown. it’s going great.

[cakesunflower]

hi it’s vb and I finally finished my exams today and I’m about to read inevitable (it’s 3.24am but I have no regrets💞) also ive just read a bunch of anons who said it made them emotional and now I am EXCITED bring on the feels i love u HOW R U DOING

omg sis go TO SLEEP DKJNFJKD but YAY congrats on finishing your exams!! if you read inevitable, let me know what you think! i’m doing well! i FINALLY went and got my eyebrows done for the first time since mf march omg so i feel like a human again hehe i hope you’re doing well!!