#this is what you get at 4:48am

[echobx]

Timing - JJ Maybank × fem!reader

summary: reader is dealing with losing JJ after he went missing with the rest of the Pogues (end of s2! to start of s3!), leaving her and her heart behind

warnings: angst, visions of drowning (not detailed), delusions and visions because of malnutrition and depression

word count: 1.3k

Your dream has destroyed your peace. Peace as much as anyone can call your state of being such. There is nothing peaceful about the depression you have fallen into, nothing quirky about the way your body trembles at every touch, always reminded of him.

author's note: I write angsty shit when I'm depressed. it's a theme.

You're curled up in your bed, eyes burning red, nose runny, mouth slightly agape. The alarm clock on your nightstand reads 2:48am and you watch the minutes run.

2:49am.

You know you should drink something to regain a tiny bit of strength and maybe fall back asleep, but when you drink you'll just be able to cry even more. So you don't. Maybe if you refuse to, it will end faster.

2:50am.

The branch outside your window keeps knocking against the glass. The same dull noise that his knuckles made almost every night. But you know it's not him. You know he's gone.

2:51am.

Maybe a shower would help. But you'd have to get up for that, so it's a no for the shower. No one there to jokingly say, “you're gonna shower without me, princess?”

2:52am.

If you'd look out of the window you'd see his bike, parked in the same spot where he'd left it that day. Quickly stopping by to tell you about a new lead. Telling you to not worry. Telling you to stay home because it probably meant nothing, and after all, it's too dangerous, he'd kill himself if something happened to you.

2:53am.

And your mind drifts back to sleep, exhausted from the pain and malnutrition.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you, my love,” JJ is standing in front of your house. He looks as pretty as ever. Cut off shirt, cargo shorts, boots, his favorite red cap on backwards and a sorry smile on his face. But when you jump forwards into his arms you fall and you fall and fall and fall. Drowning, really. Sinking to the bottom of the ocean. His lost treasure, truly.

Maybe that's what you had signed up for unknowingly. A life of pain because you fell in love with a boy who couldn't sit still for the life of him.

“Hey, shhh, it's okay. I'm right here,” JJ’s voice is like music to you and when you open your eyes he's holding you close in his arms.

“Is this real? Are you really here?” you ask, close to tears.

“Of course I'm here. Where else would I be but with my favorite girl,” he laughs softly and kisses your forehead, but you can't feel it.

“This is a dream,” you remind yourself and sit up.

“Does it matter? I'm here now. You have me. Isn't that enough?” JJ asks and you press your hands to your ears and cradle your body, swinging back and forth in your seat.

“Not real. Wake up. Wake up!” you tell yourself and after some time it finally works.

The alarm clock reads 4:21am.

The sun is coming up soon. You think about how real it had felt before he had kissed you. You think about how much more comfortable it had been to drown than to be alive.

4:22am.

Maybe it's the dumbest thing ever, love. It's just too painful. You could do good without love.

4:23am.

Your favorite shirt of his doesn't even smell like him anymore.

4:24am.

In ten minutes it'll be four weeks that your parents had woken you up in panic to make sure you hadn't vanished the same way your friends had.

4:25am.

Your feet carry you to your closet. Getting dressed is methodical.

4:26am.

He left his keys. “So I have no choice but to come back to you, princess.”

4:27am.

You know your parents will wake up when they hear the engine of the bike, so you decide to push it for a bit, down the road and then you can get on.

4:28am.

He didn't park in neutral. Stupid boy. Stupid stupid boy who stole your stupid stupid heart.

4:29am.

The engine is louder than you expected. You see the lights turn on inside your home, but you're already gone by the time your parents have realized what you are doing.

4:30am.

Cold air stings when it shoots right into your teary face.

4:31am.

The sun is coming up in the distance, it's beautiful. You remember doing this with JJ. Staying up all night and driving around to see the sunset and come up again.

4:32am.

You stop at a red light although no one is there. JJ had started touching your ankles on the pegs every time he had to stop.

4:33am.

The Shack is sitting lonely at the sound. The hammock’s empty, the porch lonely and the pick-up orphaned.

4:24am.

Breaking and Entering is illegal actually. Not that you care, you've done worse with JJ by your side. You need a new shirt, maybe the ones in the closet here still smell like him. You need it like a drug addict seeks the next kick.

4:25am.

One month and no life sign. You should stop hoping. Stop wishing. Stop. “JUST STOP” you scream and fall down on the bed.

4:26am.

“I'm not even doing anything,” JJ whispers from next to you.

“Leave me. I don't want to love you anymore. It hurts so much. Please,” you cry and curl up on the bed, holding onto the shirt.

“I can't. You know why,” he whispers, lying opposite of you.

“I don't want it,” you cry and screw your eyes shut.

“All you gotta do is let go,” JJ whispers.

“I don't know how to not love you,” you hush and reach out for him, but there's nothing there. You're alone.

6:34am.

Ghosts don't know how to make dishes clatter.

6:35am.

You pinch yourself before walking out of the bedroom, making sure it's not another dream.

6:36am.

It has to be a dream. Gotta be. No other explanation.

6:37am.

He hasn't turned around yet. It's a dream. It's a dream, has to be. 5.3% chance that he's real, maybe less.

6:38am.

You take the baseball bat that stands next to the bedroom door in your hand. Ghosts don't feel pain.

6:39am.

You don't know what hurts more, JJ's head or your heart.

6:40am.

“Jesus fucking Christ, who the fuck is trying to murder-” he spins around, one hand still holding onto the bat to stop it from hitting him again.

6:41am.

You can hear your head hitting the wooden floor as you go down.

11:57am.

Hospital beds are not comfortable. The lights are harsh. Your head is screaming.

11:58am.

Someone is holding your hand. Rings, familiar ones at that. You blink slowly. How is this real?

11:59am.

“My ghost keeps torturing me,” you whisper and he turns his blonde head around to you. Furrowed brows and blue eyes stare back at you.

12:00pm.

“You got ghosts? Can I get one too?” JJ smiles and you shake your head.

“You're my ghost, there's no ghost who needs ghosts.”

“Could a ghost do this?”

12:01pm.

His lips are pressed to yours and you can feel it. Hot and heavy and not a dream. Not a Dream. Not. A. Dream.

12:02pm.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave like that, and when we came back I wanted to clean up first. But you got to me quicker,” JJ whispers. “I wish I could turn back time and take you with me.”

12:03pm.

I love you's are underrated. You could hear him mumble it against your lips until you die. And when you say it back he smiles wider.

12:04pm.

Your parents yell at you for running out, but you don't care, you have your ghost. And this time, everyone else can see your ghost too. Everyone can see how much he loves you, and you him.

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[sturniolos-blog]

Double Trouble - Christopher Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - fluff, cute, kissing, swearing, slight arguing.

based on this request ‼️‼️

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4:48am

I groan as Lacey starts crying.

“Chris..” I mutter as he snores softly with his arm lazily draped over my waist.

I sit up and rub my eyes, “Chris!” I say louder.

He huffs, “Mm.. yeah?” He mumbles tiredly, him resting his head into my side as i tap his head.

Lacey’s cry gets louder.

“Can you go get Lacey before she wakes up mas-”

I get cut off by a second cry starting. I groan.

“Okay, i’ll go take care of both of them.” I scoff, he mutters something incoherent before i get out of bed, crossing my arms over my chest, i was wearing one of Chris’s t shirts and a pair of shorts i had, i was freezing.

I walk into Lacey and Masons room, i walk between both their cribs that are next to each other.

Lacey and Mason are standing up in their cribs, putting their arms out for me to pick them up.

I sigh and grab Lacey first, kissing her head as she lets out a couple whines and whimpers before putting her thumb in her mouth and resting her head on my shoulder, i sway back and forth before i pick up Mason with my free hand, holding both of them as i kiss his head but he continues crying.

Chris walks in the room, no shirt on just shorts. He rubs his eyes and stretches, “What’s wrong?” He asks, walking over to me and taking Mason from my arms.

“If i knew i’d let you know but i clearly don’t so don’t ask.” I snap, now holding Lacey regularly and rocking her back and forth.

“Okay, cal-” Chris clears his throat, he knows i hate it when he tells me to calm down. “Just take a breath, they’re one so maybe they are just-”

Lacey cuts off chris by sneezing and coughing, she lifts her head up and i see her nose running.

I sigh, “She’s definitely sick..” I rub my forehead.

Mason coughs and sneezes too, “Mason too.” Chris says.

“What do we do?” I ask as Lacey lets out another sneeze.

“Put them too sleep.” Chris says, sitting down in one of the comfy chairs in the room, i sit down in the one next to it and sigh, putting Lacey on my chest as she hums and rests her head in the crook of my neck, i rub her back kiss her cheek.

Chris does the same but puts a hand on my thigh, stroking back and forth with his thumb.

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6:14am

I wake up too a silent house, besides chris’s breath in my ear as he practically lays on top of me.

I let out a soft sound while trying to push chris off of me. “Babe.” I whisper, kissing his head and running my fingers through his hair.

He lets out a mumbled groan.

I try to shove him off of me, “Chris come on, babe.” I sigh.

He rolls off of me but goes back to sleep.

I get up and walk to the twins room, slowly opening the door, i see Mason up smiling when he sees me peak in. I smile at him and walk in, trying to be quiet with my feet.

He reaches his arms up for me too pick him up, letting out a small whine.

“Sh, sh, sh.” I hush, hoping he doesn’t wake up Lacey.

I pick him up and rock him slightly, he giggles as i walk out of the room.

“Alright baby,” I look at him and notice his red cheeks, and his runny nose.

I push his hair back with my fingers, “Poor baby…” I whisper.

“Let’s go get a tissue.” I coo, rocking him slightly,

I see Chris and I’s room door open, Chris stretches and scratches his chest. Smiling as he sees me with Mason.

Mason giggles and points at Chris, “Who’s that? huh?” I laugh.

“Hey kiddo..” Chris says walking up too us, Chris kisses the corner of my lips, “Hey mama..” Chris eyes flicker back to mason, he seems to notice his nose running and his red cheeks. “Buddy is sick.” Chris says softly.

I nod, “We are going to get a tissue, and Lacey is not up yet.” I say, kissing Masons red cheek.

“Okay, i’ll be right down stairs.” Chris smiles.

I start walking downstairs and grabbing a tissue from the coffee table in the living room.

Mason sneezes, “Aw baby.” I whisper, putting the tissue up too his nose and wiping his snot.

“Yuck..” I mutter. Throwing the tissue away as Chris walks downstairs with Lacey in his arms, he put on a shirt too.

I sigh, “Please tell me you didn’t wake her up, Chris.” I deadpan.

He gasped dramatically, “I would never do such a thing! Right lacey?” He tickles her as she giggles.

“She’s sick, chris, she needs to rest," I sigh as i shake my head.

Chris scoffs, "She's fine, right mama?" Chris looks at Lacey as she giggles before letting out a sneeze.

"You're crazy." I say.

"You'll live." Chris laughs.

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So that is it tell me why it took like a billion years for me to post this and it wasn't even a good ending i literally only have like 5 requests and im spazzing out okay anyway love you guys and i hope you like this and if you don't i 100% understand

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[twistedwonderlandobsession]

Passive Agressive Yuu

3:48Am

Yuu:

11 days for Tok to come out

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Oh no there getting to close to the sun

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Oh no save the orphans

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Oh no their on fire

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The world is on fire

It's because of u and ur celebration Idia

You killed the orphans Idia

You ruined the atmosphere Idia

Tok killed us all

4:01am

Idia: Yuu what the fuck?

What did I do?

[lcvernat]

Forever in Her Arms | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Request: hii um i see your requests r open so cud i request a fic where collegestudent!r is studying for midterms & older!nat is sick of r studying all the time & not giving her any attention so one day she pushes all of r's books away & just forcefully snuggles into r

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warnings: fluff, natasha is the best, reader is very overworked & sleep deprived (me too tbh), strong language

A/N: thank you for requesting anon!! this was very cute to write and i really enjoyed writing it! i did change your request up just a tiny bit, but the majority of it is still the same so i hope that's okay and i hope you enjoy! <3

The glaring red numbers on your alarm clock told you that it was 2:48am. You heaved a tired sigh, running a hand over your face frustratedly as you stared at the mess covering your desk. So many pages full of notes, flashcards and what looked like a mountain of textbooks. You were overworking yourself; you knew it. If the huge eyebags under your eyes wasn't a telltale sign, then the amount of coffee you had to drink in a day just to stay awake definitely was.

You had no other choice though; midterms were going to be the death of you. Practically all of your time was devoted to studying and attending lectures. The only time you weren't doing either of those things was the measly 3 to 4 hours of sleep you managed to get each night. Nothing was working though; you could remember nothing. You've researched so many study techniques, tried them all, and yet it was futile. Everything was going in one ear and out the other.

Everything else in your life had been neglected, even your girlfriend. Guilt tightened your chest as you thought of Natasha and the amount of plans you had to cancel at the last minute to fit in some extra studying. She didn't deserve it. She deserved all of your attention and more, and yet you had still pushed her to the side just to focus on studying.

She, being the loving girlfriend she is, had tried her hardest to be understanding. The older woman knew how important doing good on your midterms were to you and she acknowledged that you wanted to devote more of your time to studying. But you knew that she'd grown tired of you never asking her texts or calls and always cancelling plans. It wasn't fair to her, not getting any attention.

Picking up your phone, your screen lit up to show you a multitude of missed texts and calls from Nat. You bit your lip as tears of guilt welled up in your eyes. 'I'm sorry, I was studying', you quickly sent her a response, even though she was likely sleeping considering it was the middle of the night. Setting your phone back down, you decided you were going to rest your eyes. Just for a second. Then you'd continue studying.

Just for a minute.

You groggily blinked your eyes open as sunlight from the window streamed into your dorm room. Wait, sunlight? You were only meant to be resting your eyes. You shot up so fast that you nearly fell off your chair. "What the fuck?" Your brain was still half asleep, and the fact you'd woken up sat at your desk with everything still sprawled out in front of you, except it was now morning, was incredibly disorientating. You checked your phone for the time so fast and muttered a string of curse words when you realized what time it was. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were going to be late for your morning lecture.

"Shit, shit, shit," you shot out of your chair, earning a sharp pain in your back that made you wince before you started running around your room as fast as possible to pull on the first pair of clean clothes you could find. You raced to the bathroom to brush your teeth in record time before running back to your desk and throwing everything you needed into your backpack as quickly as you possibly could. Hopping on one foot as you struggled to put your shoe on, you used your other hand to open your door before you stopped short at the sight in front of you.

Your foot was still raised with your shoe half on as your jaw dropped open in surprise. "Natasha?" You squeaked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Your beautiful redheaded girlfriend stood in front of you, blinking at the sight of you looking terrible. You finish putting your shoe on and lower your foot as she continues to stare at you.

"You look terrible," she said, voicing the very obvious observation.

"Wow, thanks," You rolled your eyes but quickly remembered the lecture you really had to get to, "okay, I don't know why you're here. I love you, but I really, really need to get to this lecture."

You walked closer to her, intending to move past her to get out of your room, but she held her ground, not moving and not so conventionally blocking your way.

"No."

She crossed her arms. You stared at her incredulously, "What? Natty, I really, really need to leave. Like, right now."

She shook her head, walking inside, causing you to hastily step back as she shut the door behind her. "You're not going. You're staying here, we're cuddling, and you're getting some rest. I can see your eyebags."

"I'm fine! Really! Look, I'm sorry for kind of ignoring you but you know how important these midterms are to me."

She sighed, sending you a sympathetic glance, "Love, I know. But you're overworking yourself so much, and I am very clingy, and the fact I haven't gotten cuddles from you in weeks is making me a hell of a lot more clingier, so you're not getting rid of me."

Before you could protest (not that you'd really want to, if you're being completely honest with yourself. You missed her a lot), Natasha grabs your backpack from your shoulder, taking it off and throwing it somewhere in your room before turning you around and pushing you further into your room. She kisses the back of your neck, and you can't help but shiver at the action.

"I'm sorry for not giving you enough attention. I really am, I missed you a lot," you pouted, feeling very guilty.

"I know, angel, I know. And I don't blame you, but you were starting to worry me a lot. You still need to take care of yourself," she wraps her arms around your waist and rests her chin on your shoulder, "how many hours of sleep have you been getting a night?"

You stiffen in her arms and decide not to answer her.

She tightens her grip, "Y/N?" There's a warning lilt to her voice that makes you swallow and give in.

"Uh... 3 hours usually, sometimes 4," you say it so quietly you're surprised she still managed to hear it.

"Y/N."

You wince, "Yes?" You say as innocently as you can muster.

You can practically feel the glare Natasha is giving you right now even though you don't have the courage to turn around and look her in the eye. She turns you around in her arms anyway, but you still stubbornly refuse to look her in the eye.

"Look at me."

She gently grabs your chin, forcing you to reluctantly raise your gaze to meet hers. Except you didn't see anger in her eyes, instead it was immense worry. Guilt tightened your chest once more, guilt at having made her worry so much. That really wasn't your intention.

"We are going to relax all day today, okay? You've studied so much; I promise you you're going to ace these midterms. But right now, you need to pay more attention to yourself. And me, too. I'd love a kiss right now." Her mouth tilts up into a tiny smirk as you roll your eyes at her antics before placing a kiss on her lips. You intended to pull away, but Natasha doesn't let you, instead pulling you closer to her as you grunt in surprise before tangling your hand in her hair as the other goes around her waist.

Sighing into the kiss, the sudden realization of just how much you missed her washes over you in waves. Your midterms, the lecture you were meaning to attend, none of it mattered right now because you had Natasha in your arms. Even the fatigue that you had been constantly feeling every day for the past week or so had evaporated as soon as she put her arms around you. You were beginning to think she was your medicine, your cure, and if you could; you'd spend forever in her arms.

Natasha pulls away and the whine that escapes you is embarrassing. She smiles in amusement, grabbing your hand before dragging you to your bed. The redhead falls back onto it, pulling you on top of her. You hum in content as she wraps her arms tightly around you. Placing your head in the crook of her neck, you can't help but close your eyes as the comforting scent that is just so Natasha engulfs your senses.

"I missed this so much," her grip on you tightens but you don't complain. You've neglected her so much recently that you wouldn't even be mad if she crushed a few of your ribs from how hard she was cuddling you. You probably deserved it anyway.

"I'm sorry," you mumble against her neck, eyes still closed.

"Don't be. I just really missed snuggling with you. I'm never letting you go again. I'm going to latch onto you like a koala from now on."

You chuckle, the vibration causing Natasha to shiver underneath you. "I wouldn't mind that," you reply. Natasha kisses the top of your head, and you once again hum in content, suddenly very unsure why you had ever thought studying was better than doing this. This was definitely a lot more fun, and also a hell of a lot more comfortable than the chair at your desk that caused you severe back pain you really shouldn't be getting at your age.

"I love you," you say.

"I love you too," Natasha replies instantly, "always."

Yep, you definitely would not want to be anywhere else right now.

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[latriii]

𐄹 DEJA VU ? — y.jw x f!reader ★

| OO6. IT WAS DESERVED

tuesday, 8:40am — class 1-4

sato yn had her chin rested on her palm, tapping her pencil with her other hand. jungwon frustratedly bit his lip. the sound of that pencil made jungwon want to get up and leave the class but he knew better.

the girl side eyed jungwon, he was writing notes down from the lessons she could care less about. yn fixed her posture, poking the boy’s arm. jungwon shifted his eyes from his paper to the girl beside him, raising an brow.

“i hope you’re not mad about my tweet,” yn whispered, giving jungwon a ‘im sorry’ smile. “but, to be fair— it was deserved especially how you treated me on monday.”

jungwon pressed his lips together, putting down his pencil. “im not mad.” jungwon went back to doing his work, leaning back on his chair.

yn nodded to herself, he was so nonchalant and rude, it made her so frustrated. she put her head down, closing her eyes to fall asleep.

tuesday, 9:48am — class 1-4

the sound of boys laughter woke yn up. she lifted her head from her numb arms, realizing class was over and she slept throughout the whole lesson without getting in trouble. this was a win for yn.

yn stretched her arms as her eyes scanned the area, half the class was gone, but a group of 7 boys caught her eye since they were literally eyeing her down.

“what?” yn said, almost defensively.

“are you the new girl?” one boy said, earning a slap in the stomach by some other boy.

“thats the girl from the party dumbass.” said another.

yn sat there trying to process what was happening, jungwon was leaning against the wall while on his phone. he clearly didn’t care about what his friends were saying.

“OH THATS THE GIRL JUNGWON KI-” the boy was interrupted by jungwon’s hand covering his mouth.

“ignore them.” jungwon said before leaving the class as his friends followed. they looked back at the girl— making it quite obvious that they were clearly whispering about her.

what were they talking about, girl that jungwon kissed? doesn’t he have a girlfriend? all these thoughts ran through yn’s head, why was jungwon so messy.

today clearly wasn’t jungwon’s day since he forgot that his girlfriends best friend was also in the classroom, listening to everything that jake and sunghoon had said. the news that jungwon supposedly ‘cheated’ had gone around the school and jungwon had no one to blame but himself and of course yn.

m.list — prev next

| 𐄹 DEJA VU would be word that went though yn’s mind when she saw the class president at her new school. the uncanny resemblance yang jungwon had with the guy sato yn kissed at a party last weekend ran through the girls mind. but there was one problem, they were complete opposites. they aren’t same person, right ?

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[inniessick]

Will you wake up for me? / Yang Jeongin

pairing: non idol!yang jeongin x gn!reader

word count: 741

warning: may have minor errors, not properly capitalized, correct punctuation and grammar tho methinks :) just a little fluff.

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you knew it was late, it had to be. you stirred in your sleep, half awake already. something was rustling but you were far too tired to get up and look.

"babe," a hand lighting shaking your leg,

"baby, wake up it's serious!" you could hear his voice shake a bit as you opened your eyes and leaned up.

"yes innie, what's wrong?" you wiped the sleep from your eyes, and finally could make his figure out, he was dressed in clothes he didn't sleep in.

"why are you fully dressed? what time is it?" you turned your heard towards the clock, 4:48am. your eyes widening wondering why he'd wake you up this late. did something happen? you started to worry.

"will you go to the vending machine with me? Y/N, please, please, please? i don't wanna go alone." he almost whined while shaking your thigh again.

"yang jeongin, are you serious? you're insane." you tried to be upset but all you could do was stifle a giggle when he started looking down at you and pouting.

"insanely in love and obsessed with you, yes, so will you please go with me?"

"innie is it seriously that urgent?"

"yes! we have to go! i'm so hungry. i have to get that one soda and the chips! i'm craving them. and i can't go by myself."

you could've sworn you were babysitting a child, despite a tall 22 year old standing in front of you.

"jeongin..." there was a slight pause in your sentence, the vending machine wasn't necessarily close to the apartment you shared... you looked up at him and saw his face, he was pouting again and looked like a puppy, "oh jeez, okay, okay i'll get dressed so we can go." you could see his face light up, a small smile crept onto your face as you got up.

the moonlight showed just enough through the curtains, it illuminated his face. all you could see was him smiling. how was he so beautiful all of the time? you were shocked, even though you'd seen him like this for years. barefaced, messy hair, shirt on inside out. you could've sworn he'd never looked better. you were snapped out of your thoughts by him rushing you to get ready, you threw on the first things you could find before grabbing the keys off the dresser.

"cmon, you're driving though!" you looked back at him, tossing the keys into his hand.

you furrowed your brows when you saw him set the keys back down on the dresser, and walking out the door.

"jeonginnie, grab the keys so we can go. i don't wanna drive!" you said while holding the door open.

"no, cmere," waving his hand to signal you to come closer, "hop on." he said as he bent down in front of you.

"what's going through your head, babe?" you were seriously confused.

"get on! i'll give you a piggyback ride."

"...innie are we seriously walking to the vending machine?"

"no, i'm walking, you'll be on my back, it's basically a free ride."

you couldn't help giggling at his comments, you gave him a kiss on his cheek before walking out the door and locking it so you could get on his back.

"you seriously couldn't wait until a normal time to get this?" you wrapped your legs tightly across his waist, giving small kisses around his neck. you'd be lying if you said you weren't happy that he had asked you to go with him.

"no! we ate dinner really early last night!"

you shook your head and sighed, "and who decided they had to eat dinner at 5 instead of 7?"

"well.." he started giggling. it was really beautiful out, cold, just before the sun would come up.. and you had a beautiful man carrying you. you couldn't help but let go of any anger you may have had.

"how did i get this lucky innie?"

"you? lucky? i'm the lucky one! you put up with me and go to a vending machine with me at 5 in the morning."

"maybe we're both lucky to have each other."

"maybe.." he paused as he kept walking, "no, we are both lucky to have each other. i wouldn't trade this for the world." he laughed. "well actually, you are my world so that doesn't make much sense."

you both broke into a small fit of giggles.

you took a deep breath, regaining your composure. "i love you, even if you wake me up in the middle of the night."

"and i love you. always. for everything." you could hear his smile in his words, he was happy. and you.. you were happy too.

a/n: this is my first fic ever! i think i did a decent job, and i hope you enjoyed it! <3 if you have any feedback feel free to tell me! my requests are open!

[kyra45]

holyshrimps is a scam account

4/26/2023 update: Blog is down now but please keep an eye out for any re-appearances.

Did you receive an ask from the username above? Unfortunately it is a scammer and they don’t own Marley. To prove it, here is an edited screenshot showing the first name of the actual owner. The goal was reached! The scammer won’t say that though.

Anyway, the ask is as follows:

“Yoo there!!! <33 I know this might come off and im really sorry cause I know this isnt the best time to ask for help but is it okay if you could take a look on the post I pinned for my cat? I pinned it on my blog, if you have an extra time please do check it out. Im terribly sorry, i just dont know what else to do :(( hoping you'd consider to help just by even spreading the word. Please send me a msg to reply or answer the ask privately and I hope you're having an amazing day! Be safe out there! 🐈🙏”

Pinned post date is April 25th 2023 at 3:48am meaning the blog itself was made today! It’s fresh and new as a common scam blog is when they get found. Also the PayPal name isn’t the real owner.

Please don’t donate.

Post shown below I cropped out extra photos since they may have been upsetting to some.

[suga4mycoffee]

I posted 457 times in 2022

That's 457 more posts than 2021!

37 posts created (8%)

420 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@yeetlegay

@rainbowcolored7

@lutawolf

@kinnship

@iffervescent

I tagged 448 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#coconuts mafia - 421 posts

#kinnporsche - 251 posts

#kinnporsche the series - 238 posts

#kinn theerapanyakul - 49 posts

#porsche pachara - 41 posts

#porsche kittisawasd - 40 posts

#apo nattawin - 39 posts

#kinnporsche meta - 34 posts

#mile phakphum - 32 posts

#love in the air the series - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 77 characters

#i too was attempting to manifest insight from the queen of the coconuts mafia

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Saw a post where someone was bitching about Korn, and it reignited my hatred...

The constant manipulative and condescending bullshit he's pulling is unbelievable. A benevolent smile, and soft-spoken words, hiding cold calculation, and someone who would be willing to sacrifice his son's happiness, sanity, and probably even his life, if it means his family is in a position of power. As long as there is a legacy. (Tankhun may be unable to lead the family, but Korn doesn't need Kinn to take over. Because he'd drag Kim back kicking and screaming, with no hesitation, and to hell with what Kim thought about it. The only reason he hasn't done that, is because he has Kinn to step up and take over. If Kinn were to die, become seriously injured, or even just earn enough of his father's displeasure... Korn would give Kim that responsibility. I 100% believe that.)

And the way he keeps up the (thin) facade of caring and concerned father, while making sure to keep Kinn firmly under his thumb, and even crushed under his heel? Never missing a chance to bring up Kinn's past 'mistakes'. Encouraging Kinn to be distant and almost isolated, but still heavily reliant on Korn for praise and validation, because it's a way to control him and manipulate him. Speaking in bullshit parables, like he's some wise old sage, when he's really just coming off sounding like one of those douchebags on the internet who think they're so cultured and enlightened, and are eager to tell you all about it. Giving Porsche special treatment, and then demanding Porsche be punished for something, because he's just another bodyguard and doesn't deserve special treatment.

(That's not even touching on the fact that I don't believe he's got any reason to be punished. I know people are all like "He's a bodyguard, he should have been more careful!", and I would agree... if not for Kinn. I know very little about D/s dynamics, but I personally saw Porsche look to Kinn for permission to take the water. And because Kinn has no social skills to apply to the task of 'flirting with his crush', and was being 'coached' by his friends, when he ends up smiling at Porsche (if we can call that a smile, you awkward little cabbage) and giving a little nod, well... To me, and probably to Porsche, that was a nod of permission. Yes? Probably need @lutawolf to tell me if I'm seeing correctly, or I'm being a big dumb.)

These barely scratch the surface. I might revisit Korn's scenes in the future, if anyone thinks I have a point to further turn my brain onto. If not, fuck that guy. He can get face-fucked by a cactus, because you can see how much Kinn is impacted by what Korn says and thinks. Which is why I found the 'rusty knife' scene so interesting. Because here we see Kinn visibly and significantly uncomfortable with what Korn is trying to pull, and his expression does a whole-ass journey. Again, I can also talk about that, if anyone wants me to.

In summary, it's 3:48AM, I've been frothing at the mouth about this for an hour or so, and I'm going to go the fuck to sleep.

My rage is immeasurable, and Korn can catch these fucking hands.

103 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

#4

In my humble opinion...

Kinn needs to get his ass eaten and destroyed. And Porsche is just the man to do it.

I will not be accepting criticism at this time.

139 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

#3

It's a good thing we don't have P'Pond's email, or anything. I can just see it now:

Dear P'Pond,

Thank you so much for the absolute masterpiece that is KinnPorsche The Series. Me and my fellow thirsty hoes would like to request that you just straight-up film sex tapes for any of your actors who are willing to 'perform', and make them available for purchase immediately. We'll take digital download, if you don't want to incur the expense of physical copies, photocards, etc.

Sincerely, The Coconuts Mafia: Conglomerate of Unrepentant Sluts

173 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

#2

The moments of realisation that hit you when re-watching this show are brutal.

Like the moment where Vegas speaks about taking care of the hedgehogs, and all of them dying.

The moment where he speaks about the last one, and how "He still left me, too."

How "I didn't even get to name him.", because if he didn't name him, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much when he died.

How everything he's ever tried to take care of, except Macau, has died. And that he must be terrified that something will happen to Macau, too.

When he says "Everything that I love has left me.", and you realise he's just waiting for that to happen to everyone in his life that he even remotely cares about.

How you realise that, maybe, this is why Vegas tried so hard to treat Pete like a pet at first.

Maybe, this is why he kept calling Pete a pet. "You are such a good pet of the main family."

Perhaps, it's why he tried to make Pete eat from a pet bowl.

Because if Pete was 'just' a pet, like the hedgehogs he's cared for, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much if he died.

But when he sees that Pete might actually die, he panics.

He crumbles, because he's scared he'll lose Pete, just as easily as those hedgehogs.

When he calls Pete's name, no longer calling him a pet of any kind, shaking his arm, tapping his face. Because Pete is so much more than a pet.

How Vegas dresses Pete's wounds, gives him medicine, speaks to him softly.

How he makes him hot food, in a proper bowl with proper utensils, and even eats some of it himself, to not only prove that it isn't poisoned, but to show that it's a bowl he's willing to eat from. That it isn't something he'd give to a pet.

How he's completely fine with Pete having a book to read, until Pete says something that makes him lash out.

How he gave Pete a chance to escape, to leave him, instead of dying under his hands, like all his hedgehogs. Like the one he holds in his hands when he leaves him the key.

The way he sits like his strings have been cut, mourning the last hedgehog, and knows that Pete will be gone by the time he's brushed himself off and gone back inside.

Because "Everything that I love has left me."

Except Pete.

Because Pete doesn't, no, can't leave Vegas while he's suffering.

He was given the perfect opportunity to leave, to go back to the main family, to escape Vegas.

And instead of grasping that opportunity with both hands, he stays. He sees Vegas, alone and in mourning, and decides that he can't leave him.

He gives Vegas an ear, lends his metaphorical shoulder to cry on, because he wants to help ease his suffering.

He sits with Vegas as he gives the hedgehog a little funeral, handing him flowers to lay atop the grave. (If I'm not mistaken, the flowers are plumeria flowers, which have various meanings, one of them being new beginnings.)

When Vegas stands and walks away, Pete follows.

Pete says he doesn't know why he didn't run away, but I don't believe that. I don't think Vegas really believes that, either.

And Vegas opens up to Pete. He tells him about the hedgehogs, about his battle to care for them and keep them alive, and how he failed. How they died over, and over, and over. How he doesn't have any left. How he didn't name the last one, because maybe it would hurt less when that one died too.

He tells Pete how he's always measured against the main family, against Kinn, and found lacking. How, no matter what he does, his efforts will never be noticed, never be given the same weight.

Pete tries to comfort him, tries to stop him from hurting himself.

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206 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay, but Kinn trying to talk to Porsche while being 'patient and calm', and instead shrieking like a particularly grouchy alley cat in heat every two seconds? Fucking flawless?

And then trying to modulate his tone and volume, and ending up being so fucking cringe, because he's emotionally constipated and has no proper social skills to speak of, because he's never needed them? Immaculate?

Finally, Porsche being so fucking done with him the entire time, his face practically screaming 'fuck you and all you stand for and your stupid family' while not giving Kinn a single inch of anything, except more rope to hang himself with during this fucking disaster of a conversation? Priceless?

This is my third re-watch, and I'm still feeling so many things, but the overriding emotion this time?

Pure petty glee.

Don't get me wrong, I love Kinn, and I'm sure he'll get (some) of his shit together soon, but damn, bitch. I thought Porsche was our beloved disaster king, but Kinn's coming for his crown in this episode.

306 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

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[maximuswolf]

A missed different version of Lionel Richie All Night Long

A missed different version of Lionel Richie All Night Long Do people know the funk All Night Long by Lionel Richie? If yes, isn't there a version of this song combining the 4:20(single edit) and the 6:25(album version)?So the lyrics would be:Da Da, oooohWell, my friends, the time has comeTo raise the roof and have some funThrow away the work to be doneLet the music play on (play on, play on, play on...)Everybody sing, everybody danceLose yourself in wild romanceWe're going to Party, Karamu, Fiesta, foreverCome on and sing along!We're going to Party, Karamu, Fiesta, foreverCome on and sing along!All night long (all night), All night (all night)All night long (all night), All night (all night)All night long (all night), All night (all night)All night long! (all night), Ooh, yeah (all night)People dancing all in the streetSee the rhythm all in their feetLife is good, wild and sweetLet the music play on...(Play on, play on, play on...)Feel it in your heart and feel it in your soulLet the music take controlWe're going to Party, Liming, Fiesta, foreverCome on and sing alongWe're going to Party, Liming, Fiesta, foreverCome on and sing my song!All night long (all night), oooh, (all night)All night long (all night), yeaz, (all night)All night long (all night), yeah, (all night)All night long (all night)...(all night)Yeah, once you get started you can't sit downCome join the fun, it's a merry-go-roundEveryone's dancing their troubles awayCome join our party, See how we play!Tam bo li de say de moi yaHey Jambo JumboWay to parti o we goin'Oh, jambaliTam bo li de say de moi yaYeah, Jambo, jumboOh, O, O, O, yesWe're going to have a party! (Yeah... ugh)All night long (all night), All night, (all night)All night long (all night), All night, (all night)All night long (all night), All night, (all night)All night long (all night)...Everyone you meet (all night)They're jamming in the street (all night)All night long! (All night)Everyone you meet (all night)They're jamming in the street (all night)All night long! (All night)Everybody come on!Feel good! Feel good!Here's the 3:48 version which was used in the video hoping that you understand what I mean:https://youtu.be/61v1_AxOHYs?si=fuKTRyCEwDjXvEBs Submitted July 04, 2024 at 10:48AM by Business-Fennel-3593 https://ift.tt/AwBZKHO via /r/Music

[ao3feed-ziall]

Carved His Way

Carved His Way https://ift.tt/o4KqTsH by Ziamturtle Zayn and Liam are getting married. Zayn had an ex and is still not over him. The thing is that Liam knows about it all and is willing to try to make Zayn his. Will Liam be able to carve his way out to Zayn's heart?   "I Love you." "W-what?" "I Love you"   "Ziam arranged marriage au" ❤💛 Words: 3637, Chapters: 4/38, Language: English Fandoms: Zayn - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan Relationships: Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Additional Tags: Ziam Ficathon, Tumblr: ziamfanfiction (One Direction), Tumblr: ziamfantasyfest (One Direction) via AO3 works tagged 'Niall Horan/Zayn Malik' https://ift.tt/gmDuPUI January 10, 2024 at 08:48AM

[laresearchette]

Saturday, December 02, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: THRILLER 40 (Paramount +) LADIES OF THE 80's: A DIVAS CHRISTMAS (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm A CHRISTMAS SERENADE (OWN Canada) 9:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? CHRISTMAS ON WINDMILL WAY (Premiering on December 08 on CTV Life at 8:00pm) A NOT SO ROYAL CHRISTMAS (Premiering on December 09 on CTV Life at 8:00pm)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CRAVE TV ALVINNN!!! AND THE CHIPMUNKS (Season 3) PAW PATROL (Seasons 4 - 5)

DISNEY + STAR DOCTOR WHO: WILD BLUE YONDER

2023 FIFA MEN'S U17 WORLD CUP (TSN4) 6:48am: Final - Germany vs. France

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 2:00pm: Lightning vs. Stars (TSN3) 3:00pm: Chicago vs. Jets (CBC/City TV) 7:00pm: Detroit vs. Habs (SN1) 7:00pm: Kraken vs. Sens (SN) 7:00pm: Bruins vs. Leafs (CBC/SN) 10:00pm: Canucks vs. Flames

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN4) 4:00pm: Warriors vs. Clippers (SN Now) 8:00pm: Hawks vs. Bucks (TSN4) 9:00pm: Thunder vs. Mavericks

A MERRY CHRISTMAS WISH (CTV Life) 6:00pm: An NYC advertising executive returns to her hometown to sell the family farm but instead reconnects with her childhood friend and gets involved with organizing the yearly Winter Wonderland, which takes place on the property.

NLL LACROSSE (TSN) 7:00pm: Rush vs. Thunderbirds (TSN) 10:00pm: Panther City vs. Warriors

CTV NEWS SPECIAL: RICK HANSEN: UNBREAKABLE 50 YEARS LATER (CTV) 7:00pm

IRON MAN 3 (CTV) 8:00pm: After a malevolent enemy reduces his world to rubble, Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) must rely on instinct and ingenuity to protect those he loves as he searches for a way to avenge his losses.

LETTERS TO SANTA (W Network) 8:00pm: When young siblings receive a magic pen from Santa that appears to be granting wishes, they request a Christmas gift they want more than anything -- for their separated parents to reunite.

CHRISTMAS AT THE DRIVE-IN (CTV Life) 8:00pm: A property lawyer finds romance during the holidays while trying to save her town's local drive-in from closing down.

WILD BABIES OF AMERICA'S NATIONAL PARKS (Nat Geo Wild) 8:00pm: Baby animals in the National Parks struggle through a perilous first year.

CATERING CHRISTMAS (CTV2) 9:00pm: Fledgling caterer Molly Frost is hired by perfectionist Jean Harrison for the renowned Harrison Foundation's annual Christmas Gala, but things get complicated when she falls for Jean's nephew.

TUCKED (OUT TV) 9:00pm: A veteran drag queen with a terminal illness begins a new friendship with a younger man and cleans up unfinished business with his estranged daughter.

INSIDIOUS: THE RED DOOR (Crave) 9:00pm: Josh Lambert heads east to drop his son, Dalton, off at school. However, Dalton's college dream soon becomes a living nightmare when the repressed demons of his past suddenly return to haunt them both.

SELENA + CHEF (HBO Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Alex Guarnaschelli and Selena prepare roast beef and "Chantilly" mashed potatoes.

JOY RIDE (Starz Canada) 9:00pm: Four unlikely friends embark on an epic, no-holds-barred journey of bonding, belonging and wild debauchery that reveals the universal truth of what it means to know and love who you are.

SNOW ANGEL (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: After a fatal accident in a snowy village at the eastern tip of Quebec, a screwed-up ex-pro snowboarder decides to pack up her cabin and leave town for good, but someone -- or something -- seems intent on stopping her.

THE LITTLE THINGS (CTV) 12:35am: A deputy sheriff joins forces with a sergeant to search for a serial killer who's terrorizing Los Angeles.

[thedysphoriadiaries]

Entry 4 - Game Time - 17 February 2023, 12:48am

Today passed without much fuss. Great, I suppose, given how I woke up from yet another dream in which I was a girl, or, at least, doing gender-affirming things like using the right washroom. TMI. Yes.

Some might say that dreams are stupid, that they don't make sense. Others say that dreams are telling of things going on in your life.

I don't know what to think. Even scarier, I don't know how to think about it.

All I know is hate, and...

I hate the fact that I'm so hopelessly attracted to girls. That, or, being hopelessly attracted to the prospect of becoming one. A part of me wishes I could be... normal, whatever that means.

I just don't get it. Someone I know underwent knee surgery, and still came out being... more positive than I am.

I've gone through nothing compared to them. Just some first-world issues called gender identity. I'm just a stupid guy who wants to be a girl.

...

It's no secret that I hate myself. I hate being everybody's rock. I was there when my brother couldn't handle himself in an abusive relationship (he was abused, emotionally). I was there when my father spat into my grandfather's face. I was there when mom threw dad's iphone into the floor, seven or so years ago, when he became depressed after an ankle injury, and couldn't work for awhile. I was there when people told me to fuck off with my “sperm guitar”. I was there when mom was stressed out with work.

...

Nobody was there. Nobody was there for me when I hit myself. I only stopped when I could not take the pain.

Nobody was there for me when I admitted I couldn't feel anything. I shut up about it. Eventually apathy becomes a blessing.

Nobody was there for me when I helped my brother out with his relationship. I went to sleep worrying about him, especially after every episode of his ex emotionally abusing him. I feared for his life; like me, he's sensitive. And she hurt him. Irreparably. I see it in his eyes, how scared he is to be vulnerable. So, I bring out his vulnerability, with Gyoza (my stuffie duck). But I digress.

Will anybody be there, for me?

Do I even want anybody there, for me?

Those words sound so foreign, that, I have to make sure I'm willing myself to say them.

Honestly, if you're reading this, go fuck yourself. I don't want you around. I just want to be alone so I can be put out of my fucking misery. Killing me would be a mercy, compared to having me be around, as everybody's rock.

I can't do this anymore.

I don't want to, anymore.

...

them: “Prioritize life! Come to us, and don't die.”

me: “Why? You've got your second-chance woman here.” (I played a support/healer character, if it explains anything.)

them: “Because we'd be in a 2v3! I don't care what binary you are in.”

That's... kinda true - whatever I identify as doesn't change the outcome of a virtual fight.

Still... it got me questioning.

And, inevitably, it all leads me down to the same question:

Why am I like this?

...

That was the same question my ex-partner asked me. In her exact words,

her: “things happened that led you to be this way”

her: “we gotta look back in time to see how that problem showed up”

me: “what if I told you...”

me: “it just happened, when I was 7?”

her: “cant be it just happened 🙃”

so...

...what happened?

I wish I knew.

Do you, for one moment, think that I'd want to keep ogling girls?

That I'd want to feel lovesick for a life that isn't mine, because of how I was born?

That I'd want to keep envying people of the opposite gender, so much so, that I'd get envy over a fucking animate flower in a fucking video game?

gosh.

...why?

What is wrong with me?

... Is the very concept of me, wrong?

[outofcontexturi]

Sat 21 jan 2023 04:48am journal

life is a weird one. I’m on a toilet high as shit and I have work at like 8am. I just saw a hand wash with the slogan 3 hour protection and I think that’s what I need right now. I feel anxious for some reason. I can feel it. I’m doing breathing exercises now. That was a really long minute. It’s only 4:50am. I feel like I’ve been here forever fucking hell lmaooo. I have Beyoncé playing in my head that cuff it remix. It’s good song to be fair. This shit is just so real man. There’s times when I can’t live with myself and when I want to go away. I miss honey and that’s the honest truth. sometimes I just wish you cared but you don’t and this may be so embarrassing for me when I wake up or whatevrrr when I’m sobering up but it needs to be said because it’s the truth. I think I’m having a breakdown in real time or at least a good fucking cry. I need to see some good days man. Life is hard for the kid rn I can’t lie. These last two weeks have been difficult. The early morning wake ups. Reminds me of that Kendrick and sampha song Father Time. Which is so interesting because time just seems to keep moving slow. I think I’m tired. Cause I keep struggling to find words to say. I feel like this a cosmically funny moment. I don’t know if this is an ego death either. But I must admit I’m changing and I guess I’m just having a hard time accepting that as something that’s part of life. Sometimes I wish I could just be younger again. Not having to worry so much about things but that’s not life man. Life is gonna take you on these journeys and you just have to be ready to enjoy the ride I guess. I’m still in/on this toilet. This is gonna be a long trip man. Metaphorically and literally. God willing the latter is more favourable than the present moment. It’s a feeling of somber I’d say. It’s quite comforting listening to myself type. You learn a lot about yourself when you sit and breathe. You learn what type of man you are. But that also comes in high pressure situations too. Sometimes I feel lost. Like I don’t know if what I’m doing is right. I feel like I have to get things right. Omg this is self therapy. Whew. Let’s try not to cry. I feel lost though man. I go to drama school for crying out loud and yesterday I thought to myself “is acting for me?” and I sit here at 05055am make that 06 now thinking the same thought. There’s just so much that goes into this industry and it’s scaring. I feel drama school has shaped me in a way. There’s just things I didn’t ever see myself doing that I’ve done and it’s just so weird. I really have to ride this high out. There’s just a part of me thats aware now. It’s like as you grow older you get this new sense of awareness about life and how to handle it but I think that’s scary. I need some motivation again. Life feels a bit dark these days. I don’t see much sun and the coldness of London’s bite is enough to put me off life in a way. I genuinely do not know what life is right now. I just so high rn. You have to be here to see it thru my boy. See it thru my boy. Life is so cringe inducing but fuck man someone needs to live it. I don’t wanna feel what I just felt. I really love my mum. I can’t lie I love the woman to bits. She’s had such a hard time and I just want to make her proud and actually let her know that I love her dearly as much as she annoys me when she sends me at impromptu times. I hate when she does that but other than that’s that’s my mum. My mother. Mama. My heart is broken. She paid £75 to get my teeth cleaned and shit like she didn’t have to do that but she did. She’s a mother man. I don’t think ive deeped how much you’ve done in life. I’m proud of you. You may have opinions that a strictly your own but you are my mother and I do love you. It’s currently 5:24am and I’m still not that good. I feel my heart is broke. I need to talk to someone. I want to talk to God. I’ll be right back. Sign out time : 05:26am

[cavernovs]

Ace Remington

➵  BASICS

NAME: Ace Remington GOES BY: Ace, Rem AGE: 23  BIRTHDAY: July, 14th BIRTHPLACE: TBC.  RESIDES: The Haven, 14 Kosher St, Apt B. GENDER: Male || Cis. ORIENTATION: Everyone. SPECIES: Human ROLE: Outsider

➵  TRAITS

POSITIVE: NEGATIVE:

➵ BIOGRAPHY

[triggers: parental death, murder, implied abuse, drugs, drug use, addiction, bipolar.]

Sometimes, words spoken in solitude; whispered beneath the layers of background noise are lost to the air, never to be known by more than the intended recipient. Other times, there’s invisible flies on walls, the kind that appear as half-wits, the disregarded; the incapable that no one pays an eye to because they’re not seen - do not make a sound to indicate they’re at all present in the moment.

Like a man without a home on the street, catches the backend of a conversation in the dead of night; witnesses the monsters in the dark beneath flimsy covers with a stench that matches the sewers that lay in ground metres up the street.

Nobody sees those types. No one considers the power of words spoken aloud - because they never know who’s listening.

And someone always is. The invisible are good at that.

Ears that can pull aces out their sleeves when time comes... because they’re not outspoken or imposing... but whilst you don’t see them...

They very much see you.

As powerful as magic is; as domineering as all the creatures of Calamity are, the weight of information - despite being its own weapon, is always forgotten, until it’s not.

And it’s a threat written at the front door; something for something.

Ace Remington puts himself in places by accident - really, most of the time it’s a genuine mistake. But he knows opportunity, and he knows what’s advantageous in his favour.

At least, he does in the few moments of sobriety he gets a week.

A stain to most, the way he manipulates for his own gain - listens with inebriated ears; sometimes can’t quite remember the truths he hears and improvises, all little snippets of information that he trades for his vices.

And he’s got just a few.

From what he remembers, it’s always been that way, parents that he’d listen to but remain invisible in the background as they titter on about everything in the world that isn’t him, finds a kind of game of it when a brother comes in; adopted, wants to talk like his tongue needs the daily exercise. And Ace has always been a good listener, it’s better that way, because when he does talk, it’s never particularly nice.

Just ask Matty.

Like the strange desire to absorb information, listen to voices that aren’t in his mind. Ace has a habit of addiction; his best friend that talks to him for hours; convinces him of how good they are together, that the thrill will never tire and brings about something more purposeful than wandering the streets of the parasitical infested state; he’ll never let his comrade free, the only thing he cares for if he ever had to pick something.

And besides the drugs themselves, Remington likes to sit on the edge of the end, and sometimes, if he’s lucky, he nearly gets there.

The same way that he found it addictive to pull the trigger twice after the first bullet splayed his father’s brains all over the living room walls.

Guess where that second bullet went... he saw dragons flying that night, the screams of a beast erupting flames over the carpets whilst he fought like a white knight against the mythical beast. 

You can ask Matias about the dragons too. He does like to talk. Ace has always just been a keen listener, his brother the storyteller. All the younger sibling remembers is laughing. 

A volcano; active and waiting to erupt, fill it with chemicals and it’ll react. A fine fucking definition of Ace Remington in all his volatility.

He listens, he trades what he remembers the next day and he shoots - all kinds of it.

Catch him one day and he’ll ask why whales have blowholes if they’re not for blowing, on another, he’ll ask what brain matter tastes like.

It’s when he’s not talking that people should be wary; means he’s listening.

Careful what’s said around the broker, he’s got too many aces to play, so make sure you’ve got a better hand if you want to play; and who has more than one ace up their sleeve?

➵ CONNECTIONS

LINCOLN REMINGTON / Father, deceased. ADELAIDE REMINGTON / Mother, deceased. MATIA “MATTY” DESOTO / Adoptive Brother, alive. ZANE SAXENA / Drug Dealer within Havelowe’s @ Sinsation.

➵ ADDITIONAL

Ace is an information broker and will acquire any and all favourable knowledge.

He will absolutely trade that for something as mundane as drugs, liquor and if he has access to it... will fuel his low-key V addiction.

As low-key as that gets at least.

Murdered both his parents in front of his brother on a fucking trip to the moon.

Volatile and chaotic, not usually at the same time - but it’s undecided if he’s better or worse sober.

Spoiler: he’s rarely ever sober, like, ever.

He will probably say out of pocket shit and will probably make people uncomfortable.

It’s an embrace it or gtfo situation.

Wears scars like they’re a fashion statement, usually from accidents he’s caused when fighting with lampposts or antagonising creatures and info-broking his ass out of there.

Appears moronic, genuinely. Probably knows your family’s heritage back thirty years if you give him opportunity to find out. Might even know how you lost an eye if it wasn’t him poking it.

If anyone ever sat him down, probably would diagnose him with seven different things and a big line of bipolar-y tendencies. Let’s not wake him up to that reality.

Whilst he’s a sponge for the things that shouldn’t be said aloud, there’s a safety net where memory doesn’t always serve following a state of collapse. Doesn’t remember his own name half the time, convinces himself it’s Ace because it’s easy to remember.

Drugs, sex and rock and roll should have been his era and he’ll probably tell everyone he meets that at least once. And he’s not apologising for it.

Has an unhealthy obsession with ice cream, all kinds, sometimes gets chased by ice cream monsters. Don’t worry too hard about it, he eats them. 

Cocky af because let’s face it, he should be dead already and knows it so, he’s livin’ it up in the form of a second fantasy land he disappears to in his head. 

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hihi!! i saw your event and i love the theme jdbsjs <33 also happy (early?) birthday to both you and koi!!

can i request a 4 star pull for genshin impact? the trope would be they forgot your birthday (hurt/comfort pls) ☺️☺️ with xiao, diluc, and gorou?

thank you so much!! if i didn’t request correctly pls feel free to dm me :,)

when they forget your birthday...

etc: established relationship, modern au![character] x gn!reader, gn pronouns used (they/them/mx.), food mentions (not descriptive), probably very ooc i'm sorry

notes: the favoritism is real in this one :,)

reblogs > likes ! <3

preface: he gets home late from his work and has yet to say anything about it being your birthday. reasoning that he has a surprise for you, you decided to stay up. but as the hours went by, you drift asleep, the creak of the door when he finally returns waking you up. pretending to be asleep, you could barely contain your excitement. he whispers your name, but no response (you have to commit to the act after all), so he showers and gets ready for bed. as he gets under the blankets, he pulls you closer and kisses you goodnight. yet there's still nothing about your birthday...

xiao

doesn't realize until he sees his reminder too late

it's already the morning after: he wakes up to find that you're not in bed but hears the kitchen sink running so he assumes you're doing the dishes 

picking up his phone, he notices the notification he had failed to see the day before "y/n's birthday - yesterday"

sits up in a panic, thinking back to see if he had even wished you a happy birthday (he realizes that he did not)

he even goes so far as to remember how sad you were that he was scheduled to work on your birthday (but you brushed it off, saying that as long as you could spend some of it with him, it'd be alright)

he scrambled to throw some clothes on (he has not checked the time yet but it's 11:48am - he doesn't wake up early, anything before 12 is a miracle)

reasons that he should at least get you something, so he thinks back, desperately trying to remember anything you stared at for too long or tried to subtly hint that you wanted (he knew what you were doing and always tried to keep a mental list of everything)

remembering something, he rushes out (you don't hear him as you were listening to music as you were doing some house chores to keep yourself distracted)

makes it to the store with the item still in stock (it was the last one) and immediately buys it (doesn't even look at the price tag, just shoves his card at the employee - but politely because he's not rude)

notices a flower shop and stops by to get you a bouquet of your favorite flowers (he asks the florist for the prettiest and best arrangement they could make, assuring them that he could pay for it and not to worry about that)

when he gets home, he notices that you made him lunch when you didn't have to since you were bound to be at least very upset with him if not extremely (his stomach growls, he's used too much energy on an empty stomach)

he's not the type to make lame excuses, he gets straight to the point, apologizing that he forgot that it was your birthday and asking if there was anything in particular you wanted so that he could make up for it

also hands you the gifts he got for you, noticing that you're trying to fight back your smile (he thinks the way you're trying to keep up your anger is adorable, but he knows that now's not the time for that)

does absolutely anything and everything you ask (within reason of course), treating the day as if it were your actual birthday

finally earns a thank you kiss from you at the end of the day and lots of cuddles 

diluc

is up before you (he has to supervise today)

but is most definitely stalling, savoring the time that he gets to see you as he gets ready to leave

kisses you softly, whispering that he'll be back soon and not to miss him too much

doesn't realize until one of his employees mentions it casually ("oh, mr. diluc, what did you get mx. y/n for their birthday?")

he freezes, like actually freezes and is like "what did you say?"

never once has he forgotten your birthday, and to think he's started now makes him literally sick to his stomach

he's demanding to know the day and when he learns that he indeed did forget your birthday, he flips

gives everyone the day off and puts up the closed sign

he makes lots of stops afterwards

the first is the jewelry shop (he decided last year that he was going to get you a ring this year, and so he does)

despite being in a rush, he takes his time with his gifts - he's looking through all of the displays, finally deciding on what he deems the most perfect and purchases it

next is the supermarket, he's going to make you your favorite so he takes his time to choose the best ingredients

third is a flower shop to get you the basket of flowers you had always wanted (yes he remembers even though you mentioned it once on your first date together)

his final stop is the bakery to choose out the best cake and if there wasn't any, he would go to each bakery within a 10 mile radius to find one

it's later than he had hoped when he returns home to you - he finds you sitting on the couch hugging a pillow and watching a show on the tv

whether you noticed him or not, he didn't know, so he set everything on the kitchen table and walked up to you, hands gently holding yours as he pulled you into a hug, burying his nose deep into the crook of your neck, whispering how sorry he is for forgetting and promising that it would never happen again

he then takes your hand again and leads you to the kitchen to give you all the gifts he had gotten you today

he spoils you a bit more than he usually would but he doesn't mind, because the smile you give him afterward makes it all worth it

gorou

is tossing and turning as he slept - something itching the back of his mind kept him from sleeping peacefully, as if he were forgetting something

shoots awake as he looks at the time (03:17) when he notices the date too

is flipping out and he looks at you with your back turned to him, the steady rise and fall almost lulling him back to sleep, tempting him to fall back into his pillow and cuddle with you until he fell asleep again - almost

but he shakes you awake, "let's go somewhere"

you're both in your sleep clothes as you walked around the neighborhood, making it to the street lamp where you both had shared your first kiss

his heart always beats a little bit faster whenever he passes by this street lamp, lips tingling as they remembered the feeling of yours on his 

he spins you around before his hands find their spot on your waist, and as he gently pulls you in, he whispers “sorry i’m late, happy birthday, my love”

and of course he kisses you (you’re literally at the place where you shared your first kiss with him, why wouldn’t he)

he’s tempted to make it a tradition now (but on time obviously) so he does

next year, you can expect him to pull you out of the comfort of your shared bed, walking through the neighborhood to the lamp

but today he calls in sick (he told you that he was lovesick, and therefore needed the day off to spend cuddling with you - he didn’t tell his boss that of course)

would also vow to himself to just take the entire day off on your birthdays from now on as to not let this happen again

love, koi

p.s. ALSO I DON'T HATE GOROU OR ANYTHING I SWEAR it's just that i got super carried away with xiao's and diluc's :,)))))))) thank you miso so much for joining!! <3