#19 N

[linoyes]

[mochiwei]

Day 19: Reward

Princess Zelda and Link from Captain N/Zelda the Animated Series!

Print available here!

[jazzstarrlight]

MD:MI Ch.3 Pg.19

N begins to enter REM where someone greets him. His mind knows Uzi wouldn't have wanted to see him unalive himself (multiple times). But all he wants is to see Uzi again. Maybe some lucid dreaming could set something up for him.

[kayime]

so apparently 'd He brothers' have preference for a partner

[glockstore]

CZ scorpion EVD3 ready for quick deal

[propertyofjameswilson]

Season three James Wilson sticking out his tongue collection

[holylulusworld]

Torn in two - Angstober 19

Summary: It should’ve been the happiest day of your life.

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (platonic for now)

Warnings: heavy angst, Steve being the worst, cheating, lies, deception, sadness, arranged marriage, unrequited love

Square filled for @steverogersbingo 2023 (expired): E4: Unrequited

Square filled for @steverogersbingo 2024: D3: Crime/Mafia

Trope: angst

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Should’ve. Could’ve. Would’ve. You never understood the meaning of the song until today. What a difference a day can make, huh?

Not hours ago, you twirled in your white wedding gown, giggling like a schoolgirl because you were about to marry the man you loved and adored for so long.

Everything seemed perfect. Your wedding gown. The ceremony. Your husband. For a moment, you believed you’d get your happily ever after.

That was, of course, until you discovered the truth behind his commitment. Not love and devotion but greed and power hunger were the reasons for his proposal.

One day earlier, after your wedding ceremony, …

You smile as Steve holds your hand tightly. Even though your marriage was arranged by your father, Steve promised you could make it work. You never doubted that your marriage would be anything but happy. For years, you have been hopelessly devoted to Steve, and your heart only ever belonged to him.

He was the one who needed time to confess his love to you. Your father doesn’t need to know that you would’ve married Steve, with or without his involvement.

“My love,” Steve whispers lowly, “we should welcome our guests at the party. How about you greet your friends? I’ll talk to Sam and James.”

You nod but hate that Steve lets go of your hand to walk toward his friends. Sighing, you look around the crowded room.

While you walk around the crowded room to greet your guests, chatting with them, Steve, Sam, and Bucky leave the room to talk in private.

You frown. Why would your groom leave his party to talk to his friends? He can speak to them any other day.

Curiosity is getting the best out of you. Before one of the guests can stop you from sneaking out of the ballroom too, you excuse yourself, lying about using the bathroom.

“You must be all over the moon." Bucky can’t hide the jealousy written all over his face. Steve Rogers, the golden boy, always seems to get the best in life. “You’ve got this pretty wife, and to spend a honeymoon with her on an exotic island.”

Steve huffs. “If only you knew.”

“What do you mean?” Sam furrows his brows. He believed his friend got his happily ever after, only for Steve to look like someone kicked him in the guts. “You do not look happy for a newlywed.”

“I’d look happier if my bride was Peggy, not that spoiled brat.”

Bucky cocks his head at Steve’s words. He didn’t expect his friend to talk like that about you. “What the fuck, Steve! You just married the woman. She’s sweet and pretty. I’d kill to get a wife like that!”

“Well then, take her,” Steve spats. “I never wanted to marry her.”

“Steve, are you drunk?” Bucky grabs Steve’s upper arms, shaking him lightly. “Because if you’re not, I gotta punch the stupidity out of you.”

“Her father wanted this bond, okay. If I want to take over his empire one day, I must give him an heir. I agreed. Y/N isn’t Peggy, but she will do. After her father retires, I can divorce her and marry someone else.”

Sam’s eyes widen. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. The business is not new to him, but hearing Steve talk so lowly about you makes him sick.

“I got to go.” Sam turns on his heels and storms off, not looking back.

“Punk, you can’t be serious." Bucky looks his friend in the eyes. “Please tell me you tried to be funny, and we can laugh about your not-funny joke.”

Unbeknownst to the friends, you stand a few feet away, clasping one hand over your mouth. Hot tears spill from your eyes as you try to fathom what you just witnessed.

You put a brave face on and hold your head high. This is your wedding, and you won’t let anyone see how torn your heart truly is.

After hearing the truth and crying for half an hour in the bathroom, you freshened up your makeup and decided not to give anyone in the ballroom the satisfaction of laughing about your predicament.

Even if you despise Steve now, you let him ask you for the first dance as husband and wife. You don’t look him in the eyes; instead, you look around the room, finding a similar pair of blue eyes.

Bucky watches your lips wobble, and a single tear run down your cheek. His stomach drops because he can see you trying so hard to not show the hurt.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Steve lies through his teeth. You can see it in his eyes when you look up at him. “I like the gown.”

“Sure,” you reply with venom in your voice. “How about you dance with Peggy next, because she will be the second Mrs. Rogers, won’t she?”

He looks like someone slapped him across the face, and for the first time since he broke your heart, you smile.

“What? Got nothing to say, Steve?” You huff. “Oh, I forgot. You discuss your betrayal only in private with your buddies.”

Dropping his hand, you step away from Steve and size him up before you leave the ballroom, excusing yourself.

Now, ...

Half of town was looking for you. After you ran from the party, you were nowhere to be seen for a day. I felt like the ground opened and swallowed you whole.

That night, you should have laid in Steve’s arms; instead, you were sitting at your old apartment, crying yourself to sleep because he didn’t even try to find you. You left your phone on, and he knew where you were living.

Steve simply didn’t care enough to look for his missing wife. Maybe he even spent the night with his former lover, Peggy Carter. The woman he wanted to marry instead of you.

You can’t blame him, though. Your father loves to make promises he doesn’t intend to keep. He promised to never use you as a pawn in his business. But here you are, sitting in your wedding gown, with messed-up makeup and a broken heart.

“Doll?” Bucky sighs because he finally found you. He didn’t believe you had come to your old apartment. It’s empty except for the old armchair Steve hated and didn’t want to keep. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” you reply.

“You heard—” Bucky bites his tongue when you sniffle. “Hey, I’m sorry. Maybe Steve didn’t mean it that way. He gets a little intense sometimes.”

“I don’t think so,” you snap at Bucky. “He said loud and clearly that he wants to marry Peggy Carter after he took over my father’s empire.”

You angrily wipe the tears off your cheeks. “There is nothing to get wrong, James. Steve hates me. He lied for months. He never loved me. He'll never love me. I thought—" You look at Bucky with tear-clouded eyes.“ I waited for him, James. All those years I waited for him to see me, and when he did, I was the happiest.

“Oh,” Bucky nods, understanding your feelings very well. He has been waiting for someone to require his feelings for years, too. Only for you to marry his best friend.

“I was a fool to believe Steve Rogers could ever love me.” You raise your hands and drop them again. “How could he? I’m nothing like Peggy. She was all a man could ever want.”

“Doll,” he steps closer to crouch down next to the old armchair you’re sitting in. “What are you going to do now?”

You dip your head to look at Bucky. “I’ll get my life back. My father, Steve, and everyone else in my life always told me what to do. It’s time to stand up for myself. Don’t you think?”

Tags in reblog.

[milk-ducts]

ouggh:/;…… i missed your beautiful face sweetheart ,….

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Date One

|| Jinx x fem!reader

|| Warnings; writing mostly in Jinx's pov, Jinx stalks reader, swearing, bar setting, Jinx pulls out gun on reader and her date, possessive Jinx, Jinx and reader get drinks, technically a forced date, mention of hostage situation, Jinx desperate for reader

|| Summary; when reader's out on a date, Jinx can't help but feel like that should be her. So she takes matters into her own hands.

Requests closed!

Started; December 22nd

Finished; December 22nd

HurtCember2024; Day 19, Desperate

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Jinx had been stalking- no, not stalking. Not stalking. She was just... just following you! In the shadows. Following you in the shadows. Nothing- nothing wrong with that, was there? She liked you. Like. A lot a lot and was worried you wouldn't feel the same. So, she kept her distance. Still enjoying your presence. Your smiles, laughter and conversations. All without being there herself. Jinx practically felt like she knew you already! If she ever did decide to approach, conversation would be pretty easy. Wouldn't it?

Tonight you were at a bar. Laughing and talking up some random asshole and Jinx could feel her blood just boiling. Why were you happy with someone else? Why wasn't that her? She couldn't take it. She marched right over to you.

"Hey! Back off! She's mine, got it? Or do you need a little reminder?" Jinx held up her gun. Pointing it directly at the poor person who had dared to speak to you. You were hers. Fuck if she looked desperate right now. She wasn't about to let some- some loser just take you! No, no no no no. Not happening.

As for you, you were startled. What was Jinx doing here? Why was she claiming you were hers? You'd never even had a single conversation with Zaun's loose cannon and yet- here she was. Acting like she had the rights to be possessive over you. You knew better though, you knew to keep quiet. Not wanting to risk her turning around on you with that gun.

The poor person who had tried to talk with you quickly nodded. Shutting up almost immediately even just at the sight of Jinx. Jinx didn't need the gun to spook them. They dipped. You sighed. You kinda liked them.

Jinx felt a mix of smugness and pride swell up in her chest. She defended you. Saved you time on that worthless nobody. Who were they to think they could just- snatch you from her? She spun around. Looking directly at you. Her hips swayed as she approached. Her arms wrapped loosely around your shoulders, trailing her gun just behind your neck in a way that made all your hairs stand up. Your body was tense. A stiffness that didn't go unnoticed by Jinx.

"Aw... loosen up, a little! Is that any way to thank your hero~?" There was a teasing to her tone that sent you on edge.

"Jinx... why are you- how-" you didn't understand. She was talking like she knew you.

Jinx pouted at your reaction. You weren't jumping for joy. Why weren't you jumping for joy? You should have been throwing yourself in her arms! She was supposed to catch you and carry you off all romantic style! "What? Come onnnn, I just saved you! Where are your manners?" The last bit came out in an almost mocking whine. She poked your cheek with the barrel of her gun. Eyes locked to yours.

"I didn't- I didn't need-" you tried to stutter out that you didn't need saving. But the gun Jinx had against you was making you nervous.

"Pffch! Of course you did! Couldn't let 'em take ya from me, now could I? Hey! You could use a drink!" And just like that the conversation was switched up, Jinx was searching for the bartender. Didn't take her long to spot him," two..! Mm, what do you drink? I'm just messin', I already know~" she ordered two of your favourites. Your heart was in your throat. How did she know that?

The bartender placed the drinks down. One in front of Jinx and one in front of you, she happily drank from her mug," you got amazing taste. I'm not much for alcohol but this stuff is pretty good!"

Your mind was still trying catch up with what was happening. One minute ago, you'd been out on a date. Now you were... well you weren't exactly sure. It didn't feel like a hostage situation, Jinx didn't seem like she was going to hurt you. Just- excited to be talking to you," um.... th-thanks."

"You're pretty cute when you're all flustered, your cheeks are rosie!" She pointed out, setting the gun down to instead poke your cheek with her finger tip. A massive grin across her face," let's call today... date one! Don't worry about tracking little ole me down, I always know where you are~ thanks for the drink!"

And just as quickly as she had showed up, she was gone again. Leaving you with the bill. Wait- date?

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

What a difference 70 years makes juxtaposition of Citroën DS 19 Berline, 1955 & DS N°8 Étoile, 2025. Stellantis have revealed their new French flagship, an electric SUV Coupé with a remarkably low drag factor of Cx of 0.24. It will de available with 2 or 4-wheel drive transmissions and up to 350hp. The DS 19 was introduced at the Paris Motor Show with a remarkably low Cd of 0.38. In the first 15 minutes of the show, 743 orders were taken, and orders for the first day totalled 12,000. I'm not sure who many orders they have taken for the DS Nº8.

[torneio-sexymen-brasil]

Talvez seja meu grupo favorito galera não vou mentir

[linoyes]

🍰₊ ⊹ happy birthday april!! @telomirage ⊹ ₊🍰

[brownsugaboba]

title: “Christmas Special: Christmas Eve at Wayne Manor.”

december 27th, 2024.

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bruce wayne x reader.

black reader: anyone can read, but emphasis on black.

19+: NO MINORS. only those that are 19+.

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the crackling sound of the fire was the only noise breaking the quiet sound in the library. unlike other days when the manor was full of all familiar faces, today was easily the opposite.

outside the large bay window, snowflakes floated gently down, painting the city of gotham in soft shades of white. you and bruce sat on the floor beside the grand oak table, surrounded by stacks of ribbon, wrapping paper, and a numerous amounts of gifts — all neatly organized by size, color, and name. of course damien had the most.

bruce had his arms folded across his chest, eyeing the task in front of him with the same focus he reserved for gothams most stressing matters; opposite of this completely.

still, the frown on his face suggested he wasn’t exactly enjoying the festive atmosphere. for the simple fact of wrapping gifts.

“i don’t know why you’re insisting on this darling,” bruce muttered, his voice low but filled with a hint of reluctant amusement.

“the kids are all grown up now. they don’t need gifts anymore.”

you glanced at him, rolling your eyes playfully. “everyone needs a gift. it’s not about necessity; it’s about tradition.”

“and, i think they’re at an age now where they’re going to appreciate the simple gesture. they might be adults now, but they’ll always be our kids.”

he shifted his gaze to the window after hearing you say those words. our kids. though you said it so consistently when you spoke about them, his heart always fluttered when you did.

as he watched the soft glow of the streetlights through the curtain of snow, his expression softened; but he still didn’t respond. instead, he picked up the next gift and started wrapping it with methodical precision.

you smiled at his action, and sipped from your mug of hot chocolate, the warmth of it spreading through your chest. "besides," you added, looking up at the window with a quiet contentment, "it's nice to have a little peace tonight, with everyone out doing their own thing."

bruce gave a short grunt in agreement, his fingers expertly maneuvering the paper around the gift. “peaceful is always good with you around,” he murmured. "and the view... it’s not bad."

just then, the soft sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and alfred entered the library with his usual dignified presence. he glanced at the scene before him with a raised eyebrow. “i trust you two are managing to wrap the entire manor’s worth of presents without incident?”

“we’re managing,” you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“though i think bruce is pretending he doesn't care about the gifts at all.”

bruce shot you a sideways glance. “i could be paying someone to do this..” he muttered, picking up another gift. “but spending time with the person you love is better.” he finally gives in.

alfred smiled and crossed the room, his gaze sweeping the peaceful scene. “well, i do hope you're both enjoying the evening, despite your protestations. would you like anything before i retire for the night? biscuits or tea, perhaps?”

“no, thank you, alfred, you’ve helped out so much already” you said kindly, giving him a smile. “we’re all set. just enjoying the quiet now.”

bruce nodded his head in agreement, but as alfred began to turn to leave, you quickly reached into a small bag next to you. you handed him a carefully wrapped gift with a soft smile.

“for you, alfred,” you said, nodding toward the package. “i hope you like it. you should open it in private though."

bruce raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. “what is it? another one of your ‘special’ gifts?”

alfred looked between you both, his eyes full of confusion as he held the gift.

you couldn’t suppress a playful smile. “not what you think,” you teased, nudging bruce’s arm gently and messing him up on his cutting of the wrapping paper. “it’s something he’ll appreciate, i’m sure.”

alfred, ever the gentleman, accepted the gift with a smile, though his curiosity was evident. “i’m certain it’s something very thoughtful,” he said, his tone warm but polite. “thank you, miss (y/n). i’ll open it later, as you suggest.”

bruce smirked, still skeptical and wanting to tease you more. “it’s probably just another book, isn’t it? she’s always getting you books, alfred.”

you rolled your eyes at bruce’s teasing, but before you could respond, you grabbed a small piece of tape from the table and, with a mischievous grin, stuck it over his mouth. the sudden surprise had him raising his hands in protest as he tried to pull it off, but you gently stopped him by holding his wrists, laughing softly.

you ignored him entirely and turned back to alfred. “he’s just teasing, but i truly do hope you enjoy the gift.”

alfred watched you too with a gleam in his eye, truly happy that you two could have each other by your sides at a time like this. “thank you again for the gift. i’ll see you both in the morning.”

with a final nod, alfred turned and left the room, the soft sound of his footsteps fading into the distance.

you smiled, finally pulling the tape off bruce’s mouth as he glared at you. “there. now we can get back to wrapping.”

he rubbed his mouth with a mock grimace. “not so fast,” he muttered. “i need a second.”

“a second for what, to catch your breath?,” you teased, your grin widening.

before you knew it you back was flat against the floor beneath you, and bruce’s arms held your wrist down as he hovered above you; his legs on both sides of body.

you let out a small gasp because of the sudden movement and look up into his eyes with a bit of confusion. before you could ask any questions however, he spoke your assumptions away.

“maybe you’re the one that needs to catch their breath.” he responded, though his tone held no real heat; it was more playful than anything.

“what are you doing?” you smile at him, already knowing the answer to your question; however you wanted to tease him with whatever power you had left.

he let go of one of your wrists with a scoff and grabbed a piece of tape swiftly. you watch him, your smile slowly falling as his fingers got closer to your mouth.

“bruc-“ you chuckled and let out softly as he placed the tape across your lips.

with the smile now completely gone from your mouth, all he could take in from your expression were your eyes. and they were already done with the situation as a whole.

you had a feeling that he was just teasing you, and thing would go no further, however you couldn’t help but think that maybe things would. besides, there was no one in the house between the two of you, and alfred who was in his room on the opposite side of the manor. it anything were to happen, now would be the best time.

“what?” bruce questions you with a smirk, knowing you weren’t fully understanding the stunt he was pulling. “you were talking to much, i had to shut you up somehow.”

he moves your wrists above your head, and slowly moved his head under your neck and to the side. where he delicately places small kisses along the structure there.

the only reaction from you were the small groans against the tape that was on your lips. which you were starting to hate so early on.

he traveled lower down your neck only with his tongue where he feels the bumps and groves along the most sensitive spot on your body. he felt your hands form into a fist above your head, which caused a smirk to appear on his lips.

as your robe opened wider from him on your top half, revealing your dark breasts and even darker nipples, he let go of one of your wrists completely and brought his hands down to gently fondle with you chest.

as his tongue traveled to one nipple, his hand found the other with a gentle squeeze. he slowly rubbed the tip of his index finger along your already hard nipple, his tongue creating the same movements on your other.

the feeling of his tongue on your nipple caused numerous sensations to go off through your body. you let out heavy breaths through your nostrils. your now free hand almost immediately goes down into his hair to grip a handful of it, as your hips rolled just slightly; your body growing hotter by the second.

he feels your body roll underneath him, which makes him smile slightly as he puts his tongue back inside his mouth and softly begins place small kisses around your nipple. before finally placing it inside his mouth and sucking along it gently.

with your hand still in his hair, gripping it with all your might now, you push his head along your breast more; wanting him to take all of you in that moment.

it takes you a few more seconds to realize that your hand was truly free, and all you had to do was pull the tape off your mouth to help your body handle everything. however, bruce realized this soon before you do. so, once he felt your hand leaving his hair, his piercing blue eyes looked up at you firm and steady.

“don’t you dare.” he whispers against your nipple. he kept his eyes on you as he stuck out a bit of his tongue and glided it around your nipple even more.

your closed your eyes tightly at the sensation from his mouth, and finger on your other breast. the sensation drove your mind crazy with future thoughts, and ultimately began to have your body softly tremble under him. your hand went down to your breast, and squeezed it against his own, causing your body to react more to the feeling.

he swore underneath his breath once you closed your beautiful brown eyes, his attention now going to the shaking of your body beneath him. ‘all ready?’ he thought to himself, feeling rather confident now.

he kisses his way back up your chest, then your neck and finally meets his lips with the tape along your own.

once you felt his lips, you opened your eyes once again, finally gazing into his soft orbs. he brings his hand from your breast and gently takes off a bit of tape from your mouth, enough for your to speak.

you keep your own hand on your breast, squeezing it a few times as you tried you best to speak to him.

“ba..by..” you shakily let out and bruce couldn’t help but slightly laugh at you. he leans in and places a softly peck on your bottom lip, gesturing you to try again.

“i-“ you mumble, your hips involuntarily buckling right after.

he felt your movements down below once again, which only made his heart flutter more. your body was reacting so much because of him, and it made him feel content and in control.

“tell me what you need from me darling. what do you want from your husband?” he whispered against your chin, gently biting at the surface.

“fuck me.” you finally let out. “my body’s begging for you baby, please..”

“fuck me bruce.. fuck me.” you whispered over again, your hips involuntarily buckling yet again just from thinking of him inside of you.

he couldn’t help but smirk along your skin, at your begging. physically and verbally. it was a sight he would never forget.

“that i can do.” he responds. “stay quiet for me darling, all i need is a few minutes.”

he covers your mouth up again with the tape, he then goes down to your robe and quickly undoes the light knot; revealing what you’ve been hiding from him this whole time.

a mess. a complete mess is all he saw once he looked down in between your legs. it was moist and wet like no other, almost as if you had already released on your own. he let out a few chuckles at the sight, your body was truly yearning for him.

bruce quickly took out his hardened dick from his silk pajamas, and without hesitation, slowly inserting his rather large form inside of your pussy. not only was he wide, but his length was like no other.

“(y/n) baby, you’re so tight against me.. my god.” he groaned out.

he changed his position so that he was on his knees and his hands gripped the skin of your thighs. he pushed more of himself inside of you, with a loud groan. he wanted to fit it all inside in one go, though he had never succeeded before.

as he continued to push more into you, only getting halfway now, your back arched completely; reacting to length of him now inside. you knew that it wasn’t nearly his full amount, which only drove you more crazy. you continue to breathe heavily through your nostrils, and your hands move down your body like butter, stopping at your stomach to feel his imprint fill you up once again.

after a few seconds, he whole length was finally inside. he gripped your thighs a bit more as he slowly moved his hips back, taking it out now. he then went back and pushed it in, keeping his speed slow.

he could feel your body jerk forward against his length, causing him to moan at the sudden movement. you were only getting hungrier, so he fed you.

he began to thrust his dick in and out of your tight hole, loosening it by the second because of how rough and quick he went.

“(y/n) darling..” he moaned out. “be patient.”

he could feel you about to release, your head throwing back against the floor, and eyes rolling back; but he stopped you by quickly stopping his movements. edging you on.

he then starts back up again, making it a bit difficult for him not release as well, but he holds himself together and quickly comes to a stop before he can.

“be patient..” he repeats himself with heavy breaths. he watches as your body reactions to the sudden stop again, jerking and twitching; truly not knowing rather to release or continue on. he however chose for you.

after turning your body to the side, and lifting your leg, the quick thrusting began once again. he let out moans louder than before as he felt himself finally hitting the right spot over and over.

“bru..ce… harder baby.. harder.” you moaned out, your body let out one last jerk before you reached your climax. your warm liquid wrap around his dick as he continues his movements.

bruce was too focused on everything below that he didn’t see you take off the tape.. or the tears in your eyes as you cried out because of pleasure.

but he was glad that you did, because that was all he needed to busy inside of you. he moved one of his hands away from your thighs and gripped your breast as he involuntarily stopped his body from anymore movement.

you let out a small gasp then moan as you felt his warm liquid fill up the rest of you entirely. he lets out deep groans and tightens his grip around your breast as he continued to release, this release the longest of them all.

he uses his other hand to slowly begin to take out his dick, wanting ever so badly to watch the creampie he created. however his body had other plans once he involuntarily stopped again, his dick not even halfway out of you as he released yet again inside of you. he closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure, allowing himself to fill you up completely now.

you let out a soft breathy moan at the feeling, your hips thrust just slightly against his dick so that more entered inside.

he opened his eyes back up again and looks down at the creation. his substances were falling out of you slightly, considering his dick was still in you. he slowly pulls it out, hoping he didn’t release again.

you sit up on your shaky forearms to watch the show as well. once he removes his dick completely, his cum slowly falls out of your pussy. he rubbed his tip along your lips, allowing for more liquid to fall out.

in that peaceful silence, along with with the heaving of each others breaths, wrapped in christmas tradition, it felt like everything was just right.

fin.

[kentsjohnson91]

— 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆: 𝒐𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 11:11! 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉, 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒔𝒚!

bedsy i've just been told i have the personality of a rock — read 11:03 am.

mo! ...are you telling me you believe differently? — read 11:05 am.

bedsy what the fuck dude — read 11:05 am.

bedsy am i really that bad? — read 11:05 am.

mo! connor when luca and i told you our grandma died all you replied with was, "i'm sorry." — read 11:06 am.

mo! and when kjohnny brought you a friendship bracelet back from the olympics you replied with, and i quote, "cool, thanks." — read 11:06 am.

mo! and when will got us all together for karaoke after we all got drafted you sat in the corner and emotionlessly drank water while we were all screaming our lungs out — read 11:06 am.

mo! need i go on? — read 11:06 am.

bedsy well i was sorry about your grandma — read 11:07 am.

mo! and you're no longer??? — read 11:07 am.

bedsy NO I AM FUCK ADAM YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT — read 11:07 am.

mo! mhmm sure — read 11:07 am.

mo! but that's beside the point right now — read 11:07 am.

mo! remember how you just did a commercial proving that you work hard and that gen z is not the laziest generation? — read 11:07 am.

bedsy yeah?? — read 11:07 am.

mo! put a little of that hard work into fixing your personality — read 11:08 am.

bedsy i came here to talk to you about something not to be made fun of — read 11:08 am.

mo! case in point — read 11:08 am.

mo! but who told you that you had the personality of a rock? well who besides me and everyone else you know — read 11:08 am.

bedsy my text door neighbor — read 11:08 am.

mo! no fucking way — read 11:08 am.

mo! you have a text door neighbor? — read 11:09 am.

bedsy yeah? is this like a common thing or?? — read 11:09 am.

mo! bro — read 11:09 am.

mo! silly texted his last year and he got a reply that said he was being reported to the fbi for violating a privacy act — read 11:09 am.

mo! it was HILARIOUS — read 11:09 am.

bedsy that sounds like a dream — read 11:09 am.

mo! why what's yours like?? — read 11:10 am.

mo! besides telling you the truth about your personality because good for them!! — read 11:10 am.

bedsy oh fuck off — read 11:10 am.

bedsy she's a 19 year old who parties too hard and who thought i was a serial killer after SHE texted ME NOT TO MENTION SHES IN LOVE WITH KORCHINSKI — read 11:10 am.

mo! oh my god — read 11:10 am.

bedsy what — read 11:10 am.

mo! she's perfect for you — read 11:10 am.

bedsy adam. no. — read 11:10 am.

mo! why not??? — read 11:10 am.

bedsy did you forget the part about korchinski? — read 11:10 am.

bedsy or the part where i said she parties too hard and how our lifestyles don't line up at all? — read 11:10 am.

mo! connor... — read 11:10 am.

mo! you're doing it again — read 11:10 am.

bedsy fuck sorry a little more hard work into fixing the personality — read 11:10 am.

mo! that's it — read 11:11 am.

mo! oh look it's 11:11! — read 11:11 am.

mo! make a wish bedsy! — read 11:11 am.

bedsy do i have to? — read 11:11 am.

mo! yes. — read 11:11 am.

bedsy ugh fine — read 11:11 am.

bedsy i wish for my text door neighbor to leave me alone — read 11:11 am.

mo! why are you so fucking difficult — read 11:11 am.

mo! my wish is for the two of you to get together! — read 11:11 am.

mo! what's her name? — read 11:11 am.

bedsy okay first off i'm just gonna ignore your wish because what the fuck — read 11:12 am.

bedsy but yeah, about that i have no clue what her name is — read 11:12 am.

mo! connor bedard you absolute idiot — read 11:12 am.

mo! ask and figure it out because i am invested — read 11:12 am.

mo! and if you don't figure it out then be prepared to give me her number because i will find out myself — read 11:12 am.

bedsy sounds like you want her you can have her — read 11:12 am.

mo! nah i got kj 🥰 — read 11:13 am.

bedsy holy hell — read 11:13 am.

mo! with time i'm sure you'll figure out how to be just as wonderful of a boyfriend to your mystery text door neighbor as he is to me ❤️‍🔥🥰 — read 11:13 am.

bedsy what the fuck — read 11:13 am.

bedsy what have i gotten myself into — read 11:13 am.

bedsy plus adam i'm missing a pretty key detail! — read 11:13 am.

mo! and what's that? — read 11:13 am.

bedsy i have no clue what she looks like — read 11:14 am.

mo! oh connor how shallow of you — read 11:14 am.

mo! love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd cupid painted blind 😌 — read 11:14 am.

bedsy oh boy i think this is where the conversation ends — read 11:14 am.

mo! go get your girl connor!! — read 11:14 am.

bedsy thanks i won't — read 11:14 am.

mo! 🤧 — read 11:14 am.

mo! oh and connor? — read 11:14 am.

bedsy yes? — read 11:14 am.

mo! don't think i forgot about what you said about my grandma we are talking about this later — read 11:14 am.

bedsy fuck — read 11:15 am.

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[kayime]

[somber-sapphic]

I’ve been laid up in bed all weekend with some chest thing. I think my body is trying to get bronchitis. I just want Maya and Carina to take care of me. Any chance you could write a Marina taking care of reader for me?

Waiting For Morning

〖Summary: Carina and Maya watch over you while you sleep.〗

〖Word Count: 795〗

〖Pairing: Marina x sick R〗

〖Notes: Hi anon! I'm sorry you're not feeling well :(. Drink lots of fluids, rest and please go to the doctor if you need to. I hope this helps you feel a little better <3〗

“Maybe we should take them in,” Maya whispered, trying very hard not to disturb you from your fitful slumber. You had finally managed to fall asleep, but it wasn’t restful in the slightest. You were still coughing even in your sleep, it was a wheezy rattling sound that took so much energy out of you. 

She had told you to keep an eye on that cold, Carina had done the same. When they had first started to fuss over you it felt so unnecessary. The common cold was something you could brush off. Until it wasn't. Something about this cold had been different, you hadn’t thought much about the clinging cough but when the fever struck you knew something was wrong. 

“No, not yet. They need to rest. We’ll keep an eye on their breathing and temperature, if it gets worse we can take them.” Carina replied, shifting ever so slightly to help you get more comfortable. She had surrendered herself as a living body pillow hours ago, abandoning the nice dinner that she had been attempting to cook. 

Maya didn’t seem convinced; her face had been pinched into a concerned expression since you had started to deteriorate and she refused to leave your side. While you clung to Carina she clung to you, worried that something would go wrong the second she took her eyes off you. 

“They’ve been getting worse!” Maya hissed, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, periodically brushing a thumb against your cheek. 

It was something she’d started to do after you’d had a nightmare and she picked up the habit after noticing how well it calmed you down. Now, whenever you were stressed, had a bad dream, or were sick she’d stroke your cheekbone and brush your hair behind your ear. The combination always worked. 

You stirred, waking to a coughing fit that just couldn’t be ignored. You curled yourself into a ball and coughed into Carina’s side, not fully aware of her surroundings. The brunette didn’t protest, she and Maya just rubbed your back and waited for the fit to pass. 

When you finally pealed your eyes open with a small sniffle you looked up into the face of the doctor who smiled back at you. For a moment you considered apologizing but you were too tired. You knew she didn’t care anyway so apologizing wouldn’t matter. 

“Hello, my love. How are you feeling?” You grunted in response and shrugged, rolling to your other side to face Maya. The blonde kissed your forehead and the tip of your nose, doing her best to make you smile. It worked, it always worked. Even when she was stressed Maya could always make you smile. 

“Time’sit?” You croaked, pulling yourself up onto your elbows. The small movement made you dizzy, and you regretted whatever urge decided that you needed to move in the first place. Your whole body hurt, your lungs aching alongside the rest of your muscles. 

“A little past two in the morning. Can you tell us how you’re feeling?” Maya asked moving closer, to help prop you up. You leaned against her and shrugged again, already letting your eyes shut for another moment.

“Not great. Why’re you guys still up?” You reached blindly for Carina, hitting her lightly until you found her hand to hold. Her hands were soft and warm in contrast to Maya’s calloused palms. The two were polar opposites, sometimes it surprised you that they managed not to kill each other at the beginning of your relationship. 

“It’s hard to sleep when someone you love is sick,” Carina said, cringing at her words. “God that was corny, wasn’t it?” Maya laughed and your lips quirked up in a smile. It was corny, but you loved it. 

“It was pretty bad.” You admitted, lowering yourself back against the pillows. This time you dragged Maya with you so that you were sandwiched more comfortably between your girlfriends. You sniffled tiredly and shivered, your discomfort reemerging. 

Carina brought the blanket up over your shoulders and Maya kissed your shoulder, both of them doing the best they could to help you feel better. 

“If you aren’t breathing better in the morning we’re going to Grey Sloan.” The brunette decided, her anxiety winning over what she knew was likely something that could clear up on its own. She was okay with being overprotective when it came to you. Maya nodded her agreement, but you had already started to fall asleep again, not noticing her reaction. 

“Get some rest for now. We’ll see how you’re doing in the morning.” The firefighter wrapped an arm around your waist, spooning you against Carina. The three of you lay like that in a warm cocoon, your girlfriends joining you in sleep only moments later.