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Break Me Down - Part 17

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

💚 Break Me Down Masterlist

AN: *Gives you a box of virtual tissues.* Just in case. 😘

Word Count: 6,000 Tags/Warnings: Macho angst ahead, hurt/comfort, major, major fluff…

Part 17: More Than Words Can Say

Mount Sinai Hospital was one of the largest private hospitals in the city.

Fortunately, it was also the closest to Vought Tower, or what once had been the focal point of the superhero industry. It had been reduced to mere rubble and whatever dilapidated parts still stood.

All the news outlets were covering the tower’s collapse, and speculating on what could’ve created the blast that made the entire city tremble—not unlike last year’s incident, when Soldier Boy killed the most powerful supe in the world.

In the hospital, M.M. walked through the Emergency Department until he found Yvette and her son, Devon. They sat beside each other on a single cot, now joined by Yvette’s husband Chris while she signed her discharge papers. She’d gotten off with a minor concussion and a bandage over her temple.

“Just checking in on you guys,” M.M. said. Yvette smiled, but she asked about you.

“She’s in surgery,” he told her.

Yvette nodded, though tears welled up in her eyes. Chris rubbed her back and held his son’s shoulder.

“Please call me with any news on her,” Yvette asked.

“You got it,” M.M. said.

“And please,” she said, holding her son. “Thank Soldier Boy for us.”

M.M. paused at that.

Seeing the family was well in hand, he returned to the trauma wing. There in the waiting room sat the whole team, minus Butcher, who’d been admitted to the hospital as well after the ED doctors didn’t like what they’d found on his lab reports. (But M.M. would look into that later. Hughie was with him now anyway.)

That left Frenchie, Kimiko, and Annie to wait for any news on you. Even Grace had arrived an hour ago.

But M.M.’s attention was drawn to the dusty motherfucker standing near the hallway.

Soldier Boy leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. The collar of his supe suit was undone to give his neck and chest some breathing room. He’d removed his gloves, and an empty gallon jug of water lied at his feet.

He was covered in a fine layer of soot and grime, though he’d since washed his hands and face to the best of his ability. He was also flanked by his two hired men, Frank Cardoza and Lorenzo Rivales.

Grace had run a quick background check on both, and as M.M. had learned, they were ex-Marines Soldier Boy had picked up in Colombia, while he was busy infiltrating a drug cartel.

Fucking figures, M.M. thought, shaking his head as he watched the man. Grace stood and joined him.

“He’s not just gonna fuck off back to South America,” he told her. “You realize that right?”

She considered that with a tilt of her head. “Let’s just see what happens here.”

As if right on cue, your surgeon made his way down the hall and over to the waiting group. Ben pushed off the wall and went to meet him, as did Grace, Annie, and M.M.

Annie and Ben eyed each other with mistrust and annoyance, respectively, but then he ignored her to regard the surgeon with a terse, expectant gaze.

The doctor was a graying man in his fifties. He seemed to internally brace himself before he spoke, glancing at Ben first before the others.

“We’ve repaired the damaged muscle around her right leg. The femur is broken. We also addressed the wound near her shoulder,” he said. “However, the rebar did nick her heart. She’ll need additional surgery to repair it.”

Ben sensed a but coming. He crossed his arms. “Okay, what’s the problem?”

The doctor gave a nod and a short sigh.

“She’s lost a lot of blood,” he explained. “We’ve given her a transfusion, of course, but she’s in a delicate state right now.”

“So why’re you wasting time? Do your fucking job,” Ben snapped. Grace shot him a glance, but addressed the doctor herself.

“What are her odds, doctor?” she asked. Ben eyed her with a glare. She ignored him for the time being.

“She needs this now. But, there is a chance she won’t make it out of surgery at this stage,” the surgeon replied. “The OR will be available in thirty minutes…so this would be the time to be with her, just in case she’s unable to get through this.”

“Excuse me?” Ben said.

His tone was dark and deep with grit, and the doctor stepped back. No one dared attempt to hold Ben back, but Grace quickly thanked the doctor and urged him to move forward with prepping you for surgery.

Loco shared a saddened look with Frank, who watched their boss with a deepening frown.

Annie turned to Ben with a measure of sympathy, hidden underneath her irritation at his attitude and her worry for you. You were still her friend, and she felt guilty for how cold she’d been treating you lately. And she could see, at the very least, that this man cared about you.

“Look, can you just calm down a bit? We’re all here hoping she pulls through,” Annie said.

M.M. stood behind her, silent, supportive. But Ben just ignored her, and everyone else for that matter.

He stalked down the hallway. And when he turned a corner, out of eyeshot, he growled and punched a hole deep into the closest wall.

Hughie perked up when Butcher finally started to rouse in his hospital bed. They had him on a hefty dose of morphine.

He blinked his weary eyes, his head rolling over on the pillow. His lips quirked when he noticed Hughie, who was glaring at him.

“Watching me sleep now?” Butcher remarked. “Pretty fuckin’ creepy, Hugh.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Hughie said.

That was something Butcher couldn’t refute. He nodded. “I see they told you.”

“When were you gonna say something?” Hughie said. “When you fucking dropped dead?”

“Probably not even then,” Butcher teased. But when he took in the younger man’s face, all he saw was his little brother, Lenny. Butcher sighed.

“Ain’t nothing any of us can do about it.”

“Fucking cancer?” Hughie said incredulously. “You could’ve gotten treatment.”

“Would’ve bought me a few more months, maybe,” Butcher admitted. That fell between them for a moment with stony silence.

“It’s all right,” he added. “I’ve had my fucking time. Got to see the life drain from that golden cunt’s eyes…got to let my girl rest easy.”

Hughie didn’t buy that. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to. His eyes burned, both with emotion and determination. He stood from his seat and set out to find Grace. If there was anything that could help Butcher, she would know.

While the others went down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat, Frank sat in the waiting room with Loco beside him and Dr. Baker’s briefcase on his lap.

He was sorting through its contents while Loco sat with crossed arms and slumping shoulders. He looked over at Frank’s stoic profile with a frown.

He was older, but not by much. They’d gone through one fresh hell after another together, and somehow, Frank always managed to pull their asses out of the wringer. It seemed Frank was trying to do the same for their boss.

It was funny, actually. Soldier Boy wasn’t their first contractor. You were their first kidnapping though. Neither he or Frank had felt good about it when Antonio brought you back to the mansion in Medellin, but they’d agreed to do a job. Guarding you became part of that job.

And yet, you had somehow reminded both Frank and Loco that they used to be respectable members of society. They used to have families, friends. They had once been soldiers. Good men. Maybe that was why they’d grown fond of you over the past few months.

And Frank…well, Loco knew the man had his reasons for wanting to be done with this work. Loco couldn’t blame him; he was feeling tired himself.

“Found anything good?” Loco asked in Spanish. Frank’s dark brows had drawn together in new interest.

“More than good,” he said. He looked up, but didn’t find Soldier Boy in the waiting room. “Where the hell did he go?”

Loco pointed to the reception desk. “Try asking someone.”

With a sharp sigh, Frank gave Loco the briefcase. “Guard that with your fucking life. Don’t let anyone from the CIA take it from you.”

Loco gave him a look of offense. “It’s like you don’t know me at all, bro. Fucking hurts.”

Rolling his eyes, Frank got up and went over to the reception desk.

“Excuse me,” he said. There seemed to be no one at the reception desk. Granted, it was late at night, and they technically weren’t supposed to be there. Grace Mallory had worked out an agreement with the hospital to allow them all to stay overnight.

He didn’t have to wait too long though, as an on-duty nurse came over with a clipboard in hand. Her red hair caught his eye, along with her pretty smile.

“Hi there. Can I help you?” she asked.

Frank faltered, just for a moment. But he cleared his throat and met her eyes.

“Did you happen to see which way Soldier Boy went?” he asked.

She gave him a wan smile and pointed down the hall, to the left. “That ‘a way. Think he had an argument with the wall over there.”

Frank followed her gaze and caught sight of the hole in the wall. He frowned.

“Sorry about that,” he said.

The nurse gave him a sideways look. “No worries, hun. It’s not your fisticuff outline in the wall, now is it?”

Once again, Frank didn’t know quite what to say to her slightly teasing smile. But he returned it, more reserved, but genuine.

“Thank you,” he said, with a nod. Then he remembered then what he needed to do.

And he took off brusquely down the hall.

It took him a few minutes to pull his head together, but Ben eventually worked up his nerve to go and see you.

You were still drugged out asleep, of course. He stood outside the large window of your private room in the Intensive Care Unit. He wouldn’t go in though. Part of him refused to believe it had gotten to this.

And the reality, that this was his fault. He’d caused the blast that destroyed the tower. His fault he hadn’t gotten to you sooner.

“You are the reason I needed saving,” you’d told him once.

You were right then, and it still held up now.

So, no…he wouldn’t go in there, into your room. The truth was, he couldn’t.

But Ben’s awareness prickled before he noticed, Frank had joined him. Ben tolerated it. While he wanted to be alone, maybe part of him (one he wouldn’t acknowledge) craved some kind of company.

“You’ll get paid, don’t you fucking worry,” he said dryly.

“That’s not the only reason I’m here,” Frank said.

It felt like a confession. Ben didn’t reply though; he was focused on your pale face, covered by the breathing mask. Shallow puffs of air fogged the inside of it while your heart monitor clipped on.

“There’s another solution here,” Frank said.

Ben gave him a cursory side glance. “She wouldn’t take Compound V. Not even to save her fucking life.”

“That didn’t stop you before,” Frank mentioned.

Ben didn’t answer, but he’d been internally debating it ever since he’d spoken with the surgeon.

“All right, get it over here,” he said. “The temporary stuff.”

Frank rose a brow. He’d been curious enough to try testing the man. But now, he frowned.

“She won’t forgive you,” he pointed out.

“What’re you, devil’s fucking advocate? She’ll get the fuck over it,” Ben snapped.

But after his initial anger subsided…he knew his subordinate was right.

“She’ll be alive to hate me,” he said, more honestly.

Frank inclined his head. “There could be another way.”

Ben glanced over at him.

“She lost a lot of blood,” Frank said. Ben frowned.

“They’ve given her fucking blood transfusions—”

“Yeah, normal blood. A supe’s blood is stronger. Yours could probably heal her,” Frank said. “But, the only one who can break your skin is you.”

Ben eyed him in suspicion. “Who told you that?”

“Read it somewhere,” Frank said evasively.

Ben huffed in response, but as that realization truly sunk into his mind, his lips pressed together in new determination. He left Frank to start a brusque pace down the hall.

He ignored the red-headed nurse calling at him at the reception desk when he shoved through a locked security door, into the OR unit. He searched until he found your surgeon and pulled him from the sink he was washing his hands in.

The man gasped with fright, though he tried to hide it looking up at Ben. “What the hell’re you doing?”

“I’m making a donation,” said Ben. He raised a blunt nail to his wrist. “You better hurry the fuck up, because I’m about to open a vein.”

It was morning by the time another doctor returned to deliver an update on your progress: the “treatment” was working. Your wounds had knitted closed within an hour following the blood transfusion, and you no longer needed surgery. They had also x-rayed your leg and found that the bone was whole once again. Even your broken ribs had healed.

Ben nodded at the news. He didn’t respond, and just started walking down the hall. Grace, Annie, and M.M. stared after him with mixed reactions of confusion and curiosity.

“Where are you going?” Annie asked. She was exhausted; all of them were.

The supe ignored her though. M.M. shared a look with her before he decided to follow the man.

Meanwhile, Ben once again stopped in the middle of the hallway when he was out of view. He took in a slow, steadying breath of relief, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Congratulations. After today, you’re gonna get your statue put back up,” M.M. said.

Ben turned around to stare back at the man, schooling his face into a stoic frown.

“Yvette and her son are going to be fine, by the way,” M.M. added, as he crossed his arms.

Ben paused slightly at that, filing that information away with secret satisfaction.

To M.M., he merely raised a brow. “You got something to say, or are you going to keep wasting my fucking time?”

“You think saving one black kid makes you a hero?” M.M. asked, point blank. “Taking down Vought. Saving her. What does that all mean to you?”

Ben frowned in irritation. “Why the fuck do you care?”

“Just answer the question. Be honest for once in your motherfuckin’ life,” M.M. said. “Do you really think you’re a hero?”

Silence fell between them.

Ben didn’t know what it was about this guy. Maybe it was his persistence, or the fact that he’d pulled you out of the rubble and got you to a hospital in time to save your life.

But Ben actually considered the question.

Killing Stan Edgar and Black Noir. Saving you. He’d done it all for selfish reasons. The kid…that was something else. His face stuck in Ben’s mind, how he’d trusted the superhero, like dumb kids were supposed to do.

But in that moment, carrying the tower on his back and knowing he was the only barrier between a mountain of hot rubble and this one kid…Ben hadn’t wanted to fail.

And still. You are the reason I needed saving…

It wasn’t really saving the fucking day if he started it, was it?

Ben’s lips turned on a humorless smile. Still, he had saved the kid. And his mom. And you. For now, that was enough.

“Looks like I am,” said Ben.

But he met M.M.’s stare, briefly allowing him to glimpse beyond a wall of arrogance and pride.

And Ben walked away. M.M. watched him go in silent contemplation.

Grace intercepted Ben before he could visit you in the ICU.

Christ. What the fuck now? he thought sourly.

She gestured for a word, and with an annoyed look, he followed her down the hall.

“I’ll get to the point,” she said. “Butcher is sharing a floor with your girlfriend, down in Oncology.”

Ben raised a brow. That prick had cancer? Par for the fucking course, if he said so himself.

“So?” he remarked.

Grace sighed. She’d expected that reaction. “They’ve given him weeks, but the way he’s been pushing himself, more likely it’s days. Taking the untested Temp V long-term has had its adverse side effects…if you were to make another blood donation, I’ll make it worth your while.”

So now his blood was some fucking wonder drug? Hell no, Ben thought.

“You’re asking me to save the guy who’s double-crossed me, tried to hunt me down, tried to end me?” he said, with a dark, incredulous chuckle. “You can fuck right off, sweetheart.”

She grated at the sweetheart remark, but Grace leveled him with steely blue eyes.

“If it weren’t for me, you’d be on ice right now,” she pointed out.

Ben’s lips pursed. He’d really like to snap this bitch’s fucking neck on principle…but then he thought about it. He could work this into his favor.

“You know what. I’m having a good day, so maybe I’m feeling fucking generous,” he said. His mouth edged into a smirk. “But I think it’s time we renegotiated our contract. Don’t you?”

Grace stared up at him, and she inhaled a deep breath.

“Fine.”

You slowly woke up in a hospital room, in a paper gown with an IV drip and a heart monitor. Which made sense, as the events of yesterday came back to you in a rush.

But beyond feeling relieved to be alive, you also felt extremely well-rested. You didn’t feel like a building fell on you.

What kind of masterful drugs are they giving me? You tried to read your chart on the wall, but you didn’t see any pain medication on there.

Annie popped into your private recovery room. Her face brightened when she saw that you were awake.

“Hey, hun! How do you feel?” she asked, lowering into a chair at your bedside. You wouldn’t know that this chair had been occupied by various members of the team over the past few hours, including M.M., Frenchie, Frank, and even Grace.

“Great, actually,” you replied. But now you frowned. “I shouldn’t feel great.”

You remembered nearly being crushed under a pile of rubble. You remembered falling on a piece of rebar, and unable to move your crushed leg. You remembered the worry in Ben’s eyes…

And panic stung at yours.

“Did they give me Compound V?” your voice shook when you asked. Annie calmed you down with a shake of her head and a reassuring hand on your arm.

The door to your room opened once again. Ben’s frame filled up the doorway. When his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat. He was still in his supe suit, and with his hands resting on his belt, he strutted inside the room.

M.M., Frenchie, Frank, Loco, and Kimiko came in behind him and at least looked showered. Ben looked like he hadn’t even done that much, nor slept all night.

“It wasn’t the V,” he said at last. “Just a little blood donation. Seemed to work like a charm.”

His resulting grin had a bit of charm in it as well. Your head tilted in confusion.

"Whose blood?" you asked.

"Mine," he said. His expression faded, slightly more serious.

You found yourself slowly smiling, though your brows still furrowed in surprise. He gave me his blood…instead of Compound V.

While you tried to wrap your mind around the gravity of that, you reached for the pitcher of water on the rolling tray beside you. You grasped the pitcher, but the plastic actually crunched in your hand. You gasped and moved your hand over so the water inside wouldn’t spill all over you.

Ben raised a brow.

The room fell silent as all eyes stared at you. When the water finished pouring out onto the floor, you gently set it back down on the tray.

“Seems you got some of his strength in the deal,” Annie remarked.

“Great, there’s two of them,” Hughie quipped with a grin.

“Well, that’s probably just temporary,” M.M. sighed. “Hopefully.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and it brought a slight grin to Ben’s lips.

After a bit of well wishing, everyone cleared out of your room to let you rest up…except for Ben, Frank, and Loco.

“What are you guys going to do now?” you asked of the latter two. Loco cracked his knuckles.

“Got another job lined up in private security,” he revealed. “I’ve lost the taste for drug running. Nearly lost a damn toe on the last one.”

You laughed. “Well, thanks for doing one more job here.”

“Anything for el Capitán,” Loco said, giving Ben a respectful nod. “He pays exceedingly well.”

You raised a brow at Ben, who shrugged with a cocky grin. Smiling, you turned to Frank, who was sitting in the chair beside your bed.

“And you?” you asked. Frank gave you a rare smile.

“Going home,” he said. “To my daughter.”

Your eyes began to sting, but you tried to blink away the beginnings of tears. You nodded and squeezed his arm.

“Give her a big hug for me. And thank you again…for everything,” you said, even though you realized that thanking your former guard keep was strange. Still, there had been no part of your kidnapping that was normal in the least.

Frank hesitated, but he covered your hand with his.

Though he caught the way Ben’s face tightened, and Frank let go of you. He stood with Loco, giving you and Ben a final nod. Then the two men left your room and disappeared down the hall.

Part of you felt melancholy, like chapters of your life were closing. But you also felt like new ones were waiting in the wings.

Your gaze turned to Ben, who stood near your bed.

He was looking over your chart to see if the doctors needed anything else before you were discharged. But your soft voice called to him, earning his attention. You beckoned him closer.

He went over and sat down on the edge of your bed, laying a hand on your thigh. You reached out for his arm.

“Thank you,” you said.

Ben scoffed, though a hint of humor glinted in his eyes. “For what? Saving your reckless ass for the millionth time?”

“For saving Yvette and her son,” you replied with a smile. “And yeah, all that other stuff.”

Your hand slid down his arm and slipped into his hand. Your fingers curled around his palm.

“Really. Thank you…”

Tears welled up in your eyes again. You still couldn’t fucking believe he opened up one of his own veins and gave you his blood. He gave a public hospital his blood in order to save you.

He could’ve easily slipped you V24 again, or worse, the permanent stuff. But he didn’t just save you. He’d respected your wishes.

What you wanted to say next got stuck in your throat.

Ben had something hiding behind his eyes, like he was reluctant to show you his real emotions. But when he focused on your face, his hand tightened on yours. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t speak. He only let go of your hand to brush a falling tear from your cheek. His lips twitched at a smile.

“Come on now, baby doll. You’re tougher than that.”

You choked on a laugh as more of your tears slipped down your warming cheeks. “Nope. I’m actually not.”

“Hmm. Could’ve fooled me,” Ben said. You matched his grin with a beaming smile of your own.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up and took his dirty face in your hands. You guided him down to you, and you pressed your lips to his.

He allowed it with his usual demanding, fervent kiss. But then it slowed. He held your wrist to keep your hand in place on his cheek, and his thumb drew bath and forth over your skin.

You parted from him, pulling back enough to see his face. There was so much you wanted to say…but maybe right now, it was too much.

You met him with another tearful kiss.

Before you were officially discharged from the hospital, you had one more visitor.

Grace was once again there to debrief you. This time though, Ben sat at your side on the bed, a silent statue who regarded the woman coolly. He seemed to be tolerating her presence with more ease than usual, and you wondered why.

“You’re going on medical leave,” she informed you. “For three months, and then a psychiatrist will need to clear you for duty.”

Part of you wanted to argue, considering you were completely healed of your injuries. But you knew you needed a break from the S.A.—from all of this.

“Your mother and sister will be brought out of witness protection soon, after we determine that the threat is sufficiently neutralized,” she said. “You can return home today as well.”

You could finally go back to your apartment…though the thought didn’t call to you as much as it should have. You glanced over at Ben.

“Is this the part where you try to ship him back to Colombia?” you asked.

“That was the agreement,” Grace said wryly. You frowned, trying to blink away the tears forming once again in your eyes.

You didn’t want to lose him, but you also didn’t want to give up your life here. You didn’t want to leave the S.A., or your family, or your friends. Ben put you out of your misery, however.

“We renegotiated,” he said.

Your eyes widened. “What?”

Grace explained, “In exchange for his assistance in another case, he can stay in the U.S. on a trial basis. As long as he agrees to live within the law.”

You didn’t entirely trust Grace. Ben would be watched at every moment. That was a given, but considering he still didn’t have full control over his nuclear power, you were surprised Grace would allow him free roam within U.S. borders.

“And, provided, he agrees to a relocation. Preferably not in a densely populated area,” Grace added.

There it is, you frowned. You shared a look with him, and you could see he wasn’t entirely on board with this. You had no doubt he’d agreed to her demands by lying through his teeth.

You turned back to Grace.

“What if he becomes a contractor for Supe Affairs,” you proposed. “There may be some fallout after Vought’s collapse, and more of their records to go through. Other labs to clear out. Ben would be a lot of help, if he’s willing.”

You glanced at Ben again. He met your eyes, then Grace’s, and he nodded marginally. He was getting bored of the heat in South America anyway.

Grace heaved a sigh. Ben’s lips formed a smirk.

“Oh, relax. I just ended Vought. You’d be an idiot not to cash in on that PR,” he pointed out.

“Need I remind you that you caused the tower’s collapse?” Grace said tersely. “And you did not end Vought. There will be repercussions to this, believe me.”

Ben’s face tightened, but you grasped his hand.

“But he fulfilled the mission,” you said. “He took out Black Noir…and Stan Edgar in the process.”

“The idea was to arrest him, but I get your point,” Grace said. Her hand raised to cover her mouth as she thought about your proposal.

Eventually, she spoke. “If you can play by our rules, then we’ll contract with you. But until you get that atomic bomb under control, you can’t remain the city. Upstate is the best I can do.”

Ben chafed at being told what he couldn’t do. What the fuck was he going to do in Upstate New York? Slowly rot to death in dusty-ass suburbia?

You shot him a knowing look, raising a brow.

“It’s a fair offer, Ben,” you pointed out. His lips pursed in annoyance. But he glanced at your hand in his.

Then he looked up at Grace. “Fine. But first, unfreeze my fucking bank accounts.”

Ben later led you out of the hospital. There was a car waiting outside, and he got in to drive, despite you offering. He must’ve been going on very little sleep, if any over the past two days.

And of course, he’d refused to be seen at all medically, saying he was fine. You were still concerned about that destabilizing gun Black Noir had shot him with.

“I’m fine,” Ben had claimed. “Just need some sleep, that’s all.”

You watched his profile for a moment, and a smile started to raise your lips…until you finally remembered something that felt like a heavy stone in your stomach.

“Um…” you said, earning Ben’s attention. You looked up at him. “My father’s dead…”

Good fucking riddance, was Ben’s initial reaction. Followed by a frown, as he now realized he would never get the pleasure of choking the shit out of Jon himself.

Ben had been fucking livid to learn from Frank that you’d been left alone in the Tower with your father while it was coming down (and Ben was petty enough to dock that little slip up from Frank’s pay). Had that asshole lived, Ben wouldn’t have put it past him to try and take you with him after escaping the building. The mere thought grated on him.

“Black Noir killed him,” you said, heaving a shaky breath.

That cut through Ben’s thoughts. He glanced over, watching you fight some conflicting emotions.

“…Punched a hole straight through his chest,” you added.

Ben hummed in acknowledgement. You turned to him with a raised brow and glassy eyes. When he realized you were expecting a bit more from him, his lips pursed.

“Well, he got a quick death,” he said. “Better than he fucking deserved, far as I’m concerned.”

You sighed and leaned your head back on the head rest. Your eyes closed.

“Goddamn it, Ben.”

Ben eyed you with a deepening frown. “What the fuck do you expect me to say?”

“How about some decency?” you asked, as a tear fell down your cheek. “He tried to apologize. But I wouldn’t let him.”

He paused at that. While he thought you were being unreasonable, it begrudgingly dawned on him what you wanted, and maybe, what you needed. He sighed through his nose. Even now, you were a handful.

Ben reached over, taking your hand from your lap. He pressed the back of it to his lips, earning your mild surprise.

“That’s not your fault,” he said. And he briefly took his eyes off the road to look into yours. “None of it was. You understand me?”

Your face softened. Though you tried to blink away your tears, a few of them still fell. You wiped at them with your free hand, while the other squeezed around his fingers, resting against your thigh. Despite how you were fracturing inside, warmth still kept you afloat.

So you looked up at Ben, and you nodded. He seemed satisfied by your answer. He turned back fully to the road, but you kept a tight hold of his hand. He allowed it.

“We’ll have to go to the safe house to get our stuff,” you said eventually, with a small sniffle.

“No need,” Ben said. “That’s taken care of.”

That confused you. Was he taking you to your apartment then?

But instead, he drove you out of the city, and an hour upstate into Scarsdale. You’d never been there, but you knew it by reputation—as one of the most affluent towns in the state.

You were even more confused when he drove down a street flanked by tall hedges within a private community. He pulled into a circular driveway in front of an immense white house, with a red brick roof, colonial architecture, a manicured lawn, complete with matching fountains lining the front door.

Ben parked the car and encouraged you to get out with him. You followed him up to the front porch, expecting an old billionaire to pop out of the tall bushes at any moment to chase you away.

“What’re we doing here?” you asked. His hands fell to the belt of his supe suit as he surveyed the stood, the door, and the walls for anything amiss.

“I’m looking into buying it,” he revealed, as if he’d just told you, It’s pretty fucking sunny today, huh?

“Our stuff is ready to be shipped out when the deal closes with the owner,” he added.

Your eyes flew wide. “What? When did you have time to scope out houses?”

You’d only been discharged about an hour after the conversation with Grace.

“I had Frank look into some shit. He found this one,” Ben shrugged. “Could use some work, but not bad.”

Our stuff, you repeated in your mind. This house…was he trying to recreate what the two of you had in Medellin?

And more importantly, was this his way of asking you to move in with him?

Well, there’s not too much asking going on, you thought in annoyance. And yet, you blushed; the sentiment in itself was enough to warm you.

You brought Ben back down to Earth by grasping his hands, earning his attention from the old grout in the tile.

“Ben, this place is amazing,” you said. “But I don’t know if I’ll be comfortable living like this.”

He frowned down at you. “What the hell do you mean? You could have anything you want here. It’s safe. Got plenty of room—”

“A bit too much room,” you said, holding up your thumb and forefinger a couple inches apart.

He looked adorably grumpy. You smiled and squeezed his hand.

“Did you really feel cozy and at home in that mansion with fifty rooms and nobody in ‘em?” you asked.

He didn’t answer you, and he didn’t seem happy either. You didn’t want him to take this as a rejection.

“If we’re going to do this,” you said, “then can we start a little smaller? Somewhere that feels like home to both of us?”

Ben stared back at you in annoyance. “You need to broaden your palate.”

You just managed to stop yourself from laughing.

“You haven’t had a normal home in a long time, Ben,” you replied. Maybe ever, you realized. “How about you trust me?”

He gave you a dubious frown.

“What about this,” you tried. “Let’s pick it out together! If in a few months you still hate the new place, we’ll try it your way.”

“You’re assuming we’re gonna make it that long.” Ben was starting to wonder if this was going to work after all. The two of you were from very different worlds.

You offered a cheeky smile. “I’m optimistic.”

He huffed. “Sure.”

You reached up on your toes, and gripped the front of his suit when you leaned up to kiss him. His hands rose naturally to hold you, resting on your jean-clad hips. He followed your languid kiss, his furrowed brows relaxing when you touched his cheek.

When you broke from his lips, his eyes opened to find yours.

“I am, Ben,” you said more seriously. “I’m not playing games. This is real to me, and I want to be with you.”

But then you hesitated. You lowered back down to your feet.

“But if it’s not to you…if you’re just passing time with me, until you get bored,” you said, “tell me now. Please.”

It was Ben’s turn to hesitate. It was the please that got to him, along with your downturned gaze. He captured your chin between his fingers and raised your face up to him.

“I’m not fucking around,” he said. “I want you to live with me.”

Your smile was soft and bright when you took his hand. Ben wouldn’t admit it, but something in his chest stuttered to life then.

“Okay,” you said with a nod. “Let’s do it.”

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“Why’re you nagging me like a goddamn wife?” he snapped.

“Wife?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “You don’t even call me your girlfriend.”

But God forbid another man even smile in your direction. Ben was possessive, protective, and claimed with all but words that you were his. And yet, he wouldn’t say it.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that he was afraid of commitment, but you’d been living together for six damn months.

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Unspoken Bonds | 2 - B.Barnes

Character: Doctor!Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Reader

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Six months ago. Before Bucky saw you in the coma states.

It was just another typical day at the hospital for you. Leading surgeries, enduring bombastic side-eyes from your colleagues, and overhearing gossip whispered behind your back. During a moment of respite, you find yourself at the hospital cafe, sipping your coffee and engrossed in the medical records of the upcoming patient.

However, your routine was about to take an unexpected turn. A group of new residents led by the head nurse entered the cafe.

To your surprise, amidst the group, you spotted someone familiar – Bucky, wearing the distinctive attire of a resident at this hospital. Your reaction was so sudden that your coffee cup almost spilled as you hissed in disbelief.

The head nurse noticed your presence and nodded in greeting before ushering the new residents to their next destination. Bucky, however, couldn't resist a smirk as he noticed your reaction. It was clear he orchestrated this surprise to catch you off guard.

As Bucky became the center of attention among the new residents, a hushed conversation unfolded within their group.

Resident 1: “So, the rumor is true. The famous surgeon from this hospital is a lone wolf.”

Resident 2: “I heard she has a big temper.”

Among the whispers, Bucky overheard a significant piece of information.

Resident 3: “I heard the hospital director quietly decided to appoint Dr. Y/N as the head surgeon.”

Resident 4: “So it's true, there's a silent battle between Dr. Kyle, the hospital director's grandson, and Dr. Y/N, the lone wolf. Oh my gosh… This is so exciting.”

The discussion caught the attention of the head nurse, who wasn't pleased with the gossip circulating among the new residents.

"Four of you! Leave if you want to gossip," he reprimanded, ending their speculative conversation. The chatty gossipers quickly silent. But not Bucky’s mind.

Despite being in a relationship with Bucky for a year, you never disclosed to him the significant news that you were the next candidate for the Chairman of the Department of Surgery.

The dynamics of your relationship were unique – while you effortlessly saved lives in the operating room, you struggled with the cold treatment from your colleagues at the hospital.

Unaware of the internal battles you faced, Bucky inadvertently discovered the truth through the gossip circulating among the new residents. Learning about the potential promotion, he realized the magnitude of the challenges you silently endured. He believed you deserved better than the isolation and hostility from your colleagues.

Throughout your time together, you never vented your frustrations about your colleagues to Bucky. Instead, after intimate moments, your discussions revolved around surgery.

The passion in your voice when explaining complex procedures fascinated Bucky. You made intricate surgeries sound engaging and straightforward, revealing your genuine enthusiasm for being a surgeon.

*************

Bucky, now a heartthrob among the residents, was the subject of attention from a few female colleagues who sought his company for coffee or desired to share the same shift with him.

As rumors spread, Bucky got summoned to your office, and the hospital staff, quick to believe baseless gossip, pitied him for facing the "scary doctor."

Entering your office, Bucky couldn't help but find amusement in the ease with which his colleagues accepted unfounded rumors. It wasn't his first time in your office; he had been there before when he brought his sister for treatment.

You continued to read through the patient's medical record as Bucky stood beside you, his presence lingering in the room. You questioned his unexpected appearance without lifting your head, "What are you doing here?"

Bucky replied with a hint of determination, "I always wanted to be a doctor."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued but still focused on the paperwork. "I know, but why this hospital?"

Bucky's eyes softened as he explained, "Call me sentimental, but my sister was healed in this hospital, and the main reason is you."

Lifting your head, you found him standing right beside you. Before you could react, he leaned down and kissed your lips, leaving you momentarily stunned. "Aren't you going to congratulate me?" he teased.

Cupping his face with your hands, you sighed, "This place is too corrupt and political."

Bucky chuckled, "My other jobs are also like this. I'm not afraid. Instead, I'm worried about you."

You raised an eyebrow, questioning his concern. "Me?"

Bucky nodded, his expression serious. "I heard so many rumors about you. I even heard you have two horns."

A chuckle escaped your lips. "And I heard that you have a quiet battle with Kyle."

You scoffed at the mention of Kyle. "He's not even in the same level as me."

Bucky smiled, appreciating the confidence in your response. Then, unexpectedly, you asked him to join one of your surgeries. Bucky hesitated, feeling unprepared, but you assured him he only needed to observe and learn.

The surgical room buzzed with activity as you and Bucky prepared for the procedure. The patient lay on the operating table, and Bucky, dressed in surgical attire, stood by your side, observing your every move.

As the surgery progressed, you explained each step to Bucky, your voice calm and confident. Your hands moved with precision, navigating through the complexities of the operation. Bucky couldn't help but be impressed by the seamless coordination of the surgical team and your ability to handle the most intricate details of the procedure.

The atmosphere in the room was intense, yet you maintained your composure. Bucky watched in awe as you skillfully addressed the challenges that arose during the surgery. It became clear to him why you were regarded as one of the best surgeons in the hospital.

As the surgery concluded successfully, you and Bucky stepped away from the operating table. You looked at him, a hint of pride in your eyes. "Impressed?" you asked.

Bucky nodded, a newfound respect for your skills evident on his face. "More than I expected. You make it look like an art form."

You smiled, appreciating the compliment. "It's all about focus and passion. Anyone can learn the techniques, but it takes dedication to truly master the art of surgery."

Inspired by what he witnessed, Bucky felt a renewed sense of purpose in pursuing his medical career. The surgery showcased your expertise and ignited a flame of determination within him.

After the successful surgery, other doctors invited Bucky for dinner, an event treated by Dr. Kyle. However, Kyle had a hidden agenda for inviting Bucky. He discovered that you chose Bucky to join your surgery. It was an unusual move on your part, as you typically selected residents with at least a year of experience. This piqued Kyle's curiosity about Bucky.

Bucky couldn't help but notice the hushed whispers and covert glances, making it apparent that the invitation wasn't extended to you. Fury simmered within Bucky as he realized that despite your crucial role in the surgery, no one seemed to appreciate your hard work.

Reluctantly, Bucky was about to decline the invitation, but a timely interruption saved him. His little sister, Amy, came running and hugged him with enthusiasm. "Buckaroo...!"

"Uugh," Bucky grunted as Amy's head accidentally hit his stomach. "What are you doing here, Amy?"

"I just finished my practice, and I'm here so we could grab dinner together," she replied with a wide smile.

The interaction between Amy and Bucky didn't go unnoticed by other doctors, colleagues, and Kyle. Seizing the opportunity, Bucky decided to use Amy as an excuse to skip the dinner arranged by Kyle's entourage. "Sorry, I couldn't join you guys."

"It's fine, some other time," one of the doctors responded.

As Bucky made his exit, Amy spotted you emerging from the lift. Excitedly, she yelled, "Dr. Y/N!" and hugged you. Amy was aware that you were her doctor and that you shared a special relationship with her brother.

Surprised but pleased to see Amy, you rubbed her hair affectionately. Brimming with enthusiasm, Amy suggested, "Doctor, let's grab dinner together. I found a great restaurant on my Instagram. My brother will pay."

You chuckled at her infectious energy. She was a stark contrast to the pale, wheeled-chair-bound Amy that Bucky had brought to the hospital during more challenging times. Patting Amy's shoulder, you addressed Bucky, "I'm sorry, I need to rest because there will be another surgery."

Bucky widened his eyes. "Another one?"

"Yup," you confirmed with a smile before entering your office. "Next time."

Left outside your office, Bucky and Amy exchanged glances. Amy playfully murmured, "Bro, you need to step up your game."

Bucky, confused, asked, "What?"

Amy grabbed Bucky's hand. "Nothing. Let's go!!!" She dragged Bucky away, leaving you to your preparations for the upcoming surgery.

After an exhausting surgery with a heavy burden on your shoulders – a high-demand, risky, and dangerous procedure for the President's grandchild – you threw yourself onto the couch, feeling the weight of the intricate challenge you successfully conquered.

The patient had a rare congenital anomaly, and you were well aware that the assignment was intended to make you fail. But, once again, you defied expectations.

Amidst the aftermath of the surgery, you noticed a takeaway box on your table. Opening it, you discover a meal from Bucky, accompanied by a note. A smile spread across your face as you sent him a message: "Thank you."

The following day, Bucky found himself engrossed in writing a report when Robby, a new friend at the hospital, approached him. Robby sighed, relaying an exciting piece of information, "You were lucky not to join the gathering dinner last night."

Curious, Bucky inquired, "Why?"

Robby began to unravel the events, "Nothing was wrong until Dr. Kyle suddenly smashed his phone."

Bucky couldn't help but suspect a connection to you. "Let me guess, something related to Dr. Y/N?"

Robby snapped his fingers, affirming Bucky's suspicion, "Bingo. I found out from the nurse. Dr. Kyle was angry because Dr. Y/N successfully operated on the VVIP patient."

Bucky raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "Guess who the patient was?"

"Who?" Bucky asked.

"The grandson of the President," Robby revealed.

Bucky's eyes widened in realization. "Wow."

"I know, right? With her success, that means her position as the next Chairman of the Department of Surgery is secured," Robby added.

Bucky pondered the situation, understanding why Kyle was so agitated. Before he could delve further into his thoughts, a message from you appeared on his phone: "10 p.m. Usual place."

**********

Bucky waited anxiously for you at the usual hotel, feeling a foreboding that stretched the wait longer than usual. The door finally opened, and he saw you stumbling in, looking drunk. Your face was flushed, and you greeted him with a forced smile that couldn't conceal the melancholy beneath.

Bucky helped you to the bed and gently removed your shoes, his worry growing. "Where were you?"

You giggled, your words slightly slurred. "The old man invited me to celebrate the surgery. Now the hospital has a Platinum patient."

Bucky couldn't help but feel a knot forming in his stomach. He recognized 'the old man' as Dr. Jonathan, the hospital director.

You extended your arm, beckoning him. "Come here, let me hold you."

Bucky joined you on the bed, allowing you to cling to him in your intoxicated state. You murmured, "Finally, I fulfilled that old man's wish."

Bucky's concern deepened as he questioned, "Why do you want to do what Dr. Jonathan asked? None of the people from the hospital appreciate your work."

There was a moment of silence before you stared at the ceiling. "I'm an orphan. I've been living at the orphanage since I was a baby."

Bucky's body tensed at the revelation, a heavy weight settling over them.

"I was a quiet kid and preferred to read books. There weren't many fairy tale books at the orphanage, and the only thing available was anatomy books."

Bucky interjected with disbelief, "What?"

You chuckled, "Imagine a 2-year-old kid reading anatomy books."

Bucky couldn't fathom it. Despite his impoverished background, he still had access to cartoons and comic books.

"I memorized the names of the bones and brain anatomy. Someone from the orphanage told it to the old man. I didn't know Dr. Jonathan was the biggest sponsor and a doctor. I thought he was just a volunteer in the kitchen."

You continued, "He was impressed and nurtured me to be a doctor. It's nice to get acknowledgment. Since then, I've been hungry for attention."

"Entering college, I found out that I was used to motivate Kyle to become a doctor. But it backfired because he hates me. Well, nobody likes to be compared."

"Since then, the battle with Kyle started. Later, I found out his skills are not as good as mine. From that, I knew I deserved the position, and I wanted to make that old man proud of me."

You rubbed your head against Bucky's shoulder. "He's the only family I have."

Then, with a laugh, you murmured, "I'm a pitiful person, right?"

Bucky kissed your forehead, feeling an unspoken dread settle in. "No, you're not.”

That night, neither of them did anything but embrace each other to ward off their loneliness. They felt something lurking, a silent specter suggesting an impending separation, but neither could pinpoint what it was.

The following day, Bucky woke up to find you not beside him. You emerged from the bathroom, ready to go out.

"You're leaving?" Bucky questioned, the feeling of impending doom lingering.

You approached him, caressing his face. "I'm going to give a speech at the seminar today."

Bucky responded, "Be careful." He kissed your forehead.

You smiled at him, but an unspoken heaviness hung in the air, and an inexplicable sadness lingered in your eyes. Deep down, you couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that this might be the last time you'd see him for a long while, "Thank you for staying with me last night."

Bucky felt the weight in your words. "Don't say that. You matter to me."

You chuckled. "Goodbye. See you when I get back."

As you left, a heavy silence settled in the room, leaving Bucky with an ache in his chest and an unsettling uncertainty

Bucky couldn't shake off the discomfort when you said, 'Goodbye.'

Little did he know, it would be his biggest regret. He should have chased after you, stopped you from leaving.

Because the next time he saw you, you were like a sleeping beauty in the ICU room.

Right now, a prince's kiss couldn't wake you. Only a miracle could.

But that miracle came with a price—revenge. Bucky needed to find out who turned his girl into an accident while grappling with the inexplicable feeling that something had already begun to separate them.

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anyways you should totally do I fic what diff aot boys are like seeing you in lingerie💗🤭

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Aot Boys seeing You in lingerie

Eren, Armin, Jean, & Connie seeing you in lingerie.

Warnings: smut, a tiny bit of angst w/ Jean & Connie, fingering, nipple play, dry humping, oral, (all female receiving)

❥ Eren just got back from work. His job as a surgeon was something that his father, his great grandfather, and many more generations had become. Or they were at least something in the medical field. His mother was even a psychiatrist. He didn’t think he was going to go into the medical field until his brother became an engineer, and his sister wanted to become a lawyer.

He didn’t mind the job, though. It’s his father’s practice, and it’s going to be given to him in a couple years. More time means more experience. It just had put a lot of stress on him. A lot of nights, pent up frustrations and worry had left him unsatisfied when he went to sleep. One of his worries was you. He wishes he could’ve been home more, with you and his dog Daisy. The three of you watched tv, as you two ate dinner. You two haven’t even eaten dinner together in weeks. Of course his job is night shift and your job is only day shifts. He just misses you.

That stupid job is the reason why he’s coming home at 1 am, tired and missing the warmth of your body. He took off his shoes, making sure not to be too loud before tip-toeing to the kitchen. The dinners and notes you made for him always brought a smile to his face. He’s just so appreciative of you being his partner.

He quietly ate your dinner while watching shows on his phone. He heard something move in his bedroom. His head perked up, squinting at the dark hallway leading to the white door. He probably should check what it was, but he shrugged knowing it was probably something falling.

Once he was done, he rubbed the sponge onto the dishes, making sure the plates didn’t make loud clanking sounds. His hands placed the plates back into the cabinets like he was a thief replacing a fake item back into its case. He walked through the creaking hallway. Sadly, his hallway is so squeaky it’s impossible to be quiet.

He opened the door to see you awake. You were bent over, ass in the air as you watched something on your phone. Your head turned, seeing Eren. His eyes couldn’t stare into yours as the pink two-piece lingerie fitted your body so well. It was all see through but had leg garters. His eyes found your pussy, soaking the material in your arousal.

“Well?” You asked. He licked his lips before looking into your eyes.

“You look.” Eren paused, feeling the blood rush into his dick. “So fucking sexy mama.”

He walked over to you, putting his cold hands on your soft plump ass. You groaned, before grinding your ass on his erection. What Eren didn’t know was you missed him just as much as he missed you. You missed how he knew exactly what you wanted and knew how to give it to you.

He slapped your ass, before rubbing the plump. Your skin had always been so delicate, turning red at the first slap. He smirked before sliding his fingers close to your core. Your slick has drowned the lingerie, he even wonders if you can wear it again. He pushed the lingerie out the way before sliding through your stride, before going back up to your clit.

You gasped as his index started to rub your clit slowly. You’ve been waiting for this for a week, since you’ve ordered the lingerie. You remember sitting in your apartment, wishing our toy was your man. You wanted him to walk in with you playing with yourself, but of course he texted you saying he had an extra shift. You sat on your favorite clothing store, scrolling through pants, shirts, until you saw the lingerie set. You knew that it would set him off.

His finger stopped, making you whimper. His fingers went up and down from your clit to where you wanted him most. It felt long and painful hours, but it was just seconds. You hummed, giving him those big doe eyes. His lustful eyes were in contrast to your innocent eyes. Or innocent looking, because you definitely weren’t innocent.

Eren plunged one finger inside, making your mouth turn into an o-shape. His finger went in and out of you slowly, wanting you to get used to his fingers. Your pussy was just so tight since he hasn’t fucked you, all he can think of his length inside of you. Being snug on his dick, as he thrusted into you over and over again. Getting deeper into you everytime he thrusted in. But first, he needed to prep you. Eren leaned into you, giving you wet kisses.

The sloppy pecs were nothing in comparison to how sloppy your pussy was. Eren slid another finger into your folds, making more of a mess for him. You were so soaking wet for him, it was all too much. You felt a pit in your stomach, making you rut your hips into his fingers. He was knuckles deep, making sure to curve right into the spot you love most. His thumb came in contact with your clit, rubbing fast circles on it.

“Cum for me, baby. Give daddy what he wants, yeah?” He muttered. That was the final push for your high-pitched moan, more like a scream, came out. Cum squirted all over his pants, leaving a wet spot where his tent was. Your eyes were closed, nails digging into the sheets as stars filled your mind. You took a couple deep breaths, leggings shaking. You heard a belt buckle come undone, letting you know you were in for a show.

❥ Armin sat in the living room with you, circling your thigh. His vanilla scent waved through your nose as the two of you cuddled. Armin was one of the best boyfriends any girl could ask for. He treats you well, knowing every rule in the book. He makes sure you're ok, mentally and materistically. If it was cold he’d buy you those big jackets that your mom would’ve paid for, but he knew it would keep you warm. During the summer he made sure you had enough summer clothes like shorts and bathing suits. He just wanted to make sure you were ok and never lacked.

One thing Armin lacked to realize is you needed physical needs. Armin doesn’t mean to not fuck you, he just barley thinks about it. If he’s horny he’d tell you, but lately he’s just been too invested with other things. Such as work or spending time with his loved ones.

The two of you especially haven’t been able to be alone since you just got a house. People have been over every single day, giving you two home gifts or food. You were thankful really, but you could never get your hands on your man! He was just everywhere. But today was your two’s day. The only day you wouldn’t let any distractions mess that up. You only have one day a month for this, and you both always looked forward to it.

You looked up at him, giving him an innocent stare. He was so pretty, you didn’t know how you were his first girlfriend. He is very introverted but he’s also hot. Lots of girls like nerds, so it just surprised you. Maybe he rejected them before you? Your head tilted as you saw his cheeks turn pink.

“The show’s pretty good.” Armin muttered. You hummed, ignoring the show. You two picked a show to watch while cuddling, but it was boring. Well, you couldn’t tell if it was boring or if you were just horny. You crawled closer to Armin’s face, giving him a peck before kissing him on the cheek. A soft, sweet, kiss. His eyes gave you a questionable glance. “I can see you’ve been watching the show.”

“Of course, angel.” You spoke, before giving him another kiss on the cheek. He groaned, before kissing you back. Your tongues collided with each other, trading each other’s dna. Armin’s tattooed hand runs down your arched back, trying to get more of him. He gasped, holding your hips down to his dick. “Min, I’m so desperate for you.”

“I am too honey, keep grinding like that, fuck.” Armin muttered. You laughed, leaving Arming confused. You never randomly laughed in the middle of something like this? Nothing about you grinding your clothed pussy all over his clothed dick was funny. He tilted his head back, ignoring you.

Once he opened his eyes, he was surprised. The ocean blue lingerie had a beautiful contrast to your skin. Your tits popped up and down as you pressed harder on his dick. Armin bit the inside of his cheek to hide his moan he was about to let out. How could he when your body was so perfectly sculpted to fit that lingerie set. His hand moved your neck, forcing you into another kiss.

You remember being out with your friend when you saw it. The lingerie was a one piece with designs that made your nipples not see through, but everything else. Especially your pussy, the lingerie leaving a hole for easy access. You knew Armin would love it, you were going to send a picture when you got a better idea, surprising him with it. You knew he’d be put off guard.

And he was, as he kept looking at your body over and over again. Your arousal started to leave a mess on his pants. He could feel exactly when your pussy twitched for something to plunge inside. Something 7 inches that could thrust deeply inside of you over and over again. Something that could make you go dumb within minutes, babbling incoherent thoughts.

“Armin, want your dick, please!” You shouted, eyes teary eyed. Armin looked at the tv. Armin loved to tease you, it was something no one would’ve probably guessed by the way he treats you. He hummed, before looking back at you.

“Nah, if you can cum without my dick or fingers, I may just give you a reward.” Armin smiled. You pouted, you should’ve known he’d tease you.

“Fine.” You concluded, putting your hands on his shoulders. You started to rut your hips on his dick harder, making your eyes roll back. Your sensitive clit kept rutting on his tip, giving you both pleasure. You didn’t know how you could feel this sensitive without cumming, but it was probably the ovulation. You moaned as your hips kept moving against the material, wanting more.

Armin mumbled something, before sitting up. His face was right next to yours before taking your titties out. He started to tweak and roll them on his fingers. You moaned, a sensation felt all over your pussy and stomach. You knew you were so close, especially with everything so sensitive.

His tongue flicked your bud before cum squirted all over his pants. Armin looked at you as you panted. Your eyes were closed feeling satisfied. That was until he patted the plump of your ass 3 times.

“Cmon, let’s go to the bedroom.” Armin spoke.

❥ Jean stayed in the bedroom, eyes closed. His beautiful partner had a surprise for him. Normally he’d be working right now. His stupid office job has been giving him more hours and less hours to spend with his gorgeous partner. It had made him annoyed, he just wanted to make some money and spend more time spoiling you with that money.

All his friends say you’ve changed him. Jean used to be an asshole, and he still is, but definitely a touch softer. The way his eyes gleam when seeing you, like a puppy seeing its owner. His guard isn’t so tough when he’s with you, more easier to approach. His friends don’t know how you did it, wanting him to be like this for a while.

The two of you met at a club, it was just a one night stand. Until you forgot your lip gloss, and that got the two of you talking. Jean realized he’d love to pursue you as a partner and asked you out. You were not ready and he understood, and of course waited for you. Waited til you were healed, waited til you were done with school, waited until you were ready.

When you started dating Jean, you joked you should’ve gotten together sooner. Jean is such a gentleman! He gives you princess treatment, paying for anything and everything for you. He wanted you to get the treatment you deserve since you are his princess. So that meant clothes, hair, nails, food, purses aka anything you looked at.

Jean was such a gentleman, you had to make most first moves. Yes, he would ask you out first, but that’s pretty much it. You would have to initiate the first kiss, hand-holding, wrapping his arm around you, and of course sex. Of course you two had a one night stand, but one night stands and relationship sex is totally different. Jean just didn’t want to rush you.

Just like now, how Jean’s sitting in his office room, hearing your footsteps. Your cold body shivered as you opened the door, watching as he sat patiently in his chair. Jean was a patient man. If you asked him to wait with his eyes closed, he’d do it. Even if he heard your footsteps getting close, he’d wait. Even if he felt your hand coursing through his hair, he’d wait. He’d wait until he hears the magic word.

“Open.” You whispered. As his eyes opened, he saw the beautiful two piece lilac lingerie. It had purple flowers on the top of your tits and the front of your pussy. Your leg garter held up the thigh high socks.

Jean’s face turned pink, eyes looking you up and down. The gleam in his eyes got bigger until he looked at your eyes. Your eyes that hold the lust you have for your boyfriend. He bit the inside of his cheeks, wanting to do so many things to you. But first, before Jean does anything he always asks.

“May I?” Jean whispered. You hum, as his hand goes to your cheek, softly brushing it. “Words.”

“Yes, Jean, please touch me.” You sighed. As soon as those words came out, he pulled you onto his lap, where you could feel his erection. Jean leant in, giving you a sweet, soft kiss. His lips were always sweet, as sweet as sugar.

Jean’s hands found your hips, squeezing the flesh. Both of your tongue’s collided, giving each other sloppy kisses.

His touch lightly crawled up to your top, pulling the lingerie off your mounts. His fingers and your bud squeezed together, making you gasp. Your head leaned back, giving him access to your neck. He gave you a few wet kisses before sucking on a part, sure to leave you with a purple spot. The combination of sucking and rubbing made a sensation down there, making your pussy wet.

He kept playing with your nipples, circling and twisting. Your legs started to twitch as your head fell on his shoulder. It felt so good, you wanted, no, needed more of him. He started nibbling on your ear, knowing that was one of your weak points. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed Jean just as much as he needed you.

“Jean, please.” You gasped. He hummed, giving your cheek a kiss. He didn’t mean to tease you, it’s just he wanted to hear what you wanted. He didn’t know why, or rather why his dick got harder with why when you whispered about wanting him, did it make him want you more. “Please, want your cock, Jean. Want you inside of me.”

“Ok, sweet heart, one second.” Jean mumbled. His lips came in contact with your other nipple, sucking on the nipple. You gasped, your eyes starting to water. You knew you were about to cum just from him playing with your nipples. Did you really care? No. But was he going to remember this? Yes.

“Jean, I’m close. Please!” You gasped out. Jean’s tongue licked your nipple, and that was over for you. Cream squirted on your lingerie, wetting it and Jean’s pants with cum. Your eyes closed as your hips rutted in the tent of Jean’s pants. His eyes watched as your high pitched moans rang through his office, before calming down. With a loud pop, Jean drew circles into your back.

“Think you can do one more round?” He asks.

❥ Connie sat on his game console, talking to his friends, while his girlfriend stood in his door frame, arms crossed. Connie was a good boyfriend, he made you laugh when you were upset, fed you til your stomach exploded, and became interested in your hobbies. He was the perfect boyfriend, til it came to that stupid game console and his friends.

All his friends were nice. They all loved you with open arms, saying a girlfriend to Connie is a friend to them. But you couldn’t help the way Connie spent so much time with them. If you wanted to hang out you had to wait til he was one playing with his friends, which could take all night. Sometimes you just wanted your boyfriend.

You slowly made your way to him, hearing the arguing through his headset. It sounded like Eren and Jean got into another argument, of course Armin was trying to keep the peace but Connie was instigating, like he does. Your arms wrapped around the boy, your head being placed on his shoulder. His eyes hit yours, before smiling. He put himself on mute, before moving one of his ear pieces to the side.

“Hi baby.” Connie smiled. His voice was so sexy, it made your pussy already become wet.

“Hi Connie, you’ve been playing for 5 hours, maybe it’s time to get off and help me set up for dinner?” You asked. You could hear the obnoxious yelling Eren and Jean were doing, threatening to beat each other’s asses next time they see each other, which never comes true.

“In a minute, babe. Just need to finish one more round.” Connie told you. Your eyes rolled on their own, hearing that line one, too many times. He acts like you're an idiot, like you were in the beginning of your relationship.

“Connie, you always say that and then it’s 1 am.” You pouted.

“No I don’t, I’ll be there in like 10 minutes.” Connie scoffed, moving his shoulder so you could get off. You glared at him for his rudeness, seeing he just got off mute. You walked out of the room, arms crossing.

Connie always does this, and you’re so sick of it. He acts like your time isn’t precious. You could be doing much better things than begging him to help you with dinner. You weren’t going to take this, take him, being a jerk. You were done begging him to do stuff with you. You could do things independently before him.

Now you could make dinner by yourself, but that wouldn’t do anything. Making lots of noises with the pots and pans, vacuuming, even cleaning the walls with bangs wouldn’t make him get the hint. So it would take a lot more than just showing him independence. You looked at your ivory door, looking to see Connie still on that stupid game.

You walked to your bedroom, before opening your closet door. The clothes that hid the package you bought a week ago. The black lacy lingerie you had bought that you knew Connie would love, or drive him crazy. It was a perfect punishment, you knew Connie couldn’t get enough of you. Even if he could see you with jeans that showed how tight your ass was, he was getting turned on.

You pulled out a shoe box you both loved using on you. A bunch of toes, different sizes and colors. Although you loved Connie’s dick the most, a vibrator would keep you company some nights. Other nights Connie would use one to tease or punish you. But tonight it was the other way around.

You walked back into the living room, in a bathrobe, seeing he was still on that game. You sat bits away from him, before taking off the robe. You could still hear Eren and Jean’s voice when you put the vibrator on. You pressed it on your clothed clit, making you moan out in pleasure. You missed this feeling.

One of your hands found your tits, and circled your nipple. You gasped, your pussy twitching for something to be inside. Your fingers slipped the lingerie to the side, pressing the vibrator inside of you. Your mouth formed an o-shape as your hips jutted out. Your clit was pulsing, wanting to be touched so bad. Your fingers worked faster so the mounts on your breasts were taken care of before sliding your hand towards your clit.

You felt a hand stop you, making you open your eyes. Connie, whose headset was off and game on pause, stared daggers into you. He finally felt what you felt. You knew Connie would hate the fact you decided to tease and punish him by playing with yourself, but fuck did you feel proud of yourself.

Without saying a word, he took the vibrator out of your hole, pressing it on your clit. Your legs started twitching, before he spit on your stride, making more of a mess out of you. His tongue went inside of you, taking all of your slick. His hands held your legs, putting them on his shoulders, as he started to roughly eat your pussy,

His mouth and your arousal made a mess out of each other, Connie wanting everything you’ve got. You on the other hand was a moaning mess, holding the pillows as your pussy rutted in his face. Connie’s head game was next level, he knew exactly how to use his tongue. His tongue went deeper until it was the spot he knew you were sensitive at.

“Connie, I’m gonna cum, keep going.” You gasped. He pressed the vibrator harder as his tongue kept hitting your g-spot. Your legs shaked as you basically screamed his name. Your tits jiggled and your back arched. His name echoed as you sputtered a bunch of curses and pants. Once you calmed down, Connie put down the vibrator, taking his sweats off.

“You wanted my attention, you’ve got it.” Connie told you,

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mimi-0007 · 8 months

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Patricia Era Bath (November 4, 1942 – May 30, 2019) was an American ophthalmologist and humanitarian. She became the first female member of the Jules Stein Eye Institute, the first woman to lead a post-graduate training program in ophthalmology, and the first woman elected to the honorary staff of the UCLA Medical Center. Bath was the first African-American to serve as a resident in ophthalmology at New York University. She was also the first African-American woman to serve on staff as a surgeon at the UCLA Medical Center. Bath was the first African-American woman doctor to receive a patent for a medical purpose. A holder of five paten she founded the non-profit American Institute for the Prevention of Blindness in Washington, D.C.

#patricia bath #black history #black tumblr #ophthalmologist #humanitarian #black excellence #black literature #black community #black girl magic #blackexcellence365 #patent #black girl #doctor #female doctor

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Since the announcement that two or three new versions of Ghosts are in the works, I've been thinking about what sort of ghosts we might get to see / I'd like to see in a German adaptation and put together a list of my ideas. You will see some similarities with our beloved original ghosts as well as completely new characters, and I did my best to find a balance between male and female characters and include a variety of historical eras.

This is obviously just a very basic list with some notes but I do have thoughts about these characters (how they died, what powers they might have, their inner conflict etc.) so if you'd like to know more, please ask (also German producers, I hereby officially volunteer as tribute writer)!

German Ghosts

Female Neanderthal (40,000 BC)

Neanderthals were named after the German Neander valley so I think it's only fair to include a Neanderthal in the show. Since no one needs a Robin 2.0, I'd make the character female and give her a dog because ghost animals are fun and we need more of them.

Roman & German (9 AD)

Two guys - let's call them Marcus and Alber - who fought on opposite sides died in the Battle of the Teutoburg Forest, became ghosts and eventually best friends. They'd rather die again than admit that to anyone, though.

Bog Girl (600 AD)

A little girl who haunts the marshlands around the house but not the property itself. Most of the ghosts avoid her until the Naturalist gets curious and starts to befriend her.

Plague Ghosts (Mid-1600s)

A group of victims of the 30 Years' War whose deaths were caused by famine and disease and not the war directly (though they insist they died 'in the war').

Naturalist (Late 1700s)

A scientist like Alexander von Humboldt and Charles Darwin who embraces becoming a ghost from the get go and does various experiments (on himself and the others) to figure out how ghost rules work and what is and isn't possible.

Composer (Early 1800s)

A young composer who has a (perceived) rivalry with Beethoven because he's lost part of his hearing. Think German equivalent of Thomas Thorne.

Female Soldier (Early 1800s)

Based on stories like that of Friederike Krüger, this woman posed as a man and joined the army during the Napoleonic Wars.

Woman in White (Late 1800s)

The lady of the house at the time. After she died in childbirth, she was forced to watch her husband's mistress raise her daughter. She died wearing her white nightgown (something she is quite embarrassed about) and can be seen in pictures.

WW1 Surgeon (1930s)

Another former owner of the house, this man was a surgeon in WW1 and still carries the trauma of that time with him (think Siegfried from All Creatures Great and Small).

Luftwaffe Pilot (1940s)

Remember the two German pilots from BBC Ghosts? This guy was their friend and has always wondered what happened to them. He crash-landed on the grounds during a training exercise.

Estate Agent (early 2020s)

A woman who took over the house after the last owner passed away. While assessing the property, she had a heart attack and died there, leading to rumours about the house being cursed and haunted increasing.

The House

While the house will probably be a manor house like in the original series, I think it would be fun if this version of the show shook things up a little and had the German Coopers inherit an old mill, or perhaps even an actual (small) castle.

#this has honestly been so much fun to think about #I don't know how many German fans there are in this fandom but I'd love to know what sort of characters you guys would want to see #bbc ghosts #mp bbc ghosts #german ghosts

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PROPAGANDA

SAKURA HARUNO (NARUTO)

1.) 1.) It is repeatedly stated throughout the series the areas in which she excels. We are told over and over again that she is gifted (early on in the series) or tremendously strong (end of the series) and yet with the exception of of the Sasori fight, there seems to be a staunch refusal to actually SHOW her being competent in a fight. 2.) her backstory ties into nothing plotwise as far as the overarching world and history of the village and its families. The three other leads (Sasuke Naruo, Kakashi) all get their own relevant backstory that gets delved into. But Sakura? Neither has one nor goes off and embroils herself personally into one of these overarching plot points. She is constantly forced to just be a companion/side character to the stories of her male counterparts. 3.) She’s given so much potential for a great powersuite and those all either go unrealized or she gets shown up by other characters. idk if this is what was meant by propaganda but its what i got

2.) Despite becoming the world’s best surgeon and doctor at age 17 (including doing open heart surgery in the middle of an active battlefield), her achievements are routinely undercut and underplayed by the canon.

It’s all the more disappointing because in some ways, she’s a very realistic and humanistic depiction of a teenage girl. Unlike her teammates, she grew up in what we would consider a pretty average family situation (two living parents who love her, even if they don’t understand her choices), and has relatively average goals at the beginning. Compared to her teammates who are orphans from dynastic ninja clans, who were basically born to a lineage of massive amounts of powerful ninja magic; Sakura’s civilian family has given her no genetic predisposition to being powerful. Despite this, she’s shown to be highly intelligent, achieving top scores on exams and having a deep knowledge for theory and concepts.

She begins the story having a crush on Sasuke Uchiha, a boy who has no interest in her, and hating Naruto, their village’s Omelas Child. However, as she works with her team, she bonds with them on a deeper level, and works very hard to meet their natural level of skill and not be deadweight on their team.

However, despite the fact that trios are treated with deep cultural and narrative significance throughout Naruto, the narrative quickly abandons the “Team 7 Trio” framing in all the ways that matter, becoming the Naruto-and-Sasuke show in all ways that matter. When Sakura gets her time to shine, she’s always undercut. Her massive physical strength and strong sense of self in Shippuden are never treated with the same reverence as her teammates’. Despite the fact that she can easily shatter rock and manipulate the ground with her sheer physical power, and that she was originally presented as good at genjutsu (illusion magic); she becomes a field medic/doctor – a carer/support role, rather than a DPS. Her decisions to advocate for herself and the people she cares about (such as trying to kill Sasuke) are treated as foolish and naive, not a heroic choice to try and help her friends at a large personal cost.

She also basically never gets to fight a man, except for one important case: Sasori. This is important, because the female characters in Naruto are routinely presented as less powerful and less of a threat than male characters. While her fight with Sasori is a fantastic arc, it ends with Sasori undercutting her victory by being like “well actually I wanted to die”, implying that he’d chosen to let her win, not that her win is well deserved. This is at the start of Shippuden, she doesn’t get a solo fight arc after that.

Of course, the most egregious thing done to Sakura is that she’s married off to Sasuke. Despite the fact that Sasuke is never once shown to give a shit about her, and the fact that her character development in a large part was about her giving up the childish and misogynistic desire to be a wife to the cute guy in her class, suddenly they’re together. Sasuke is a deadbeat husband, however, and immediately fucks off, to the point where he doesn’t recognise their child when he meets her, and tries to kill her. Sakura-the-housewife-waiting-at-the-window-for-her-husband’s-return is again now deeply in love with a man who doesn’t give a shit about her. The only photo she has of them together is shown to be a cutout of another photo of Sasuke stuck on a photo of her. She’s again trapped in a housewife box, her achievements and skill sideline to her ability to rear a child for the male lead. And worse, despite the fact she’s a very confident person who otherwise has no issue advocating for herself, she doesn’t really seem to fight back against this awful status quo in her relationship, grateful for the scraps of affection Sasuke delivers to her once a decade.

3.) Despite being on a team of three, she’s always side lined for the other two. Her whole thing is healing, then in a major arc at the end of the main series a character gets hurt and when she goes to attempt to heal them, she is pushed aside so Naruto can do his amazing magic healing that he just learned and is already better at it than her.

HINATA HYUUGA (NARUTO)

1.) When Hinata was introduced she goals, weaknesses, interesting interactions and relationships with characters other than naruto and a personality of her own. Post timeskip in shippuden, however, she was reduced down to simply ‘naruto’s future love interest’ and little else. The entire Hyuuga plotline was dropped and she no longer had any relevance or personality outside of naruto. Part 1 hinata was shy and insecure on the surface but underneath that she was determined & hardworking, even to her own detriment. Her struggles were compelling. Her interactions with neji and her family are something you look forward to seeing more of. In shippuden she’s like a flat carboard cutout of hinata. Her shyness exaggerated, her relationship with her family suddenly perfectly fine and boring. In part 1 naruto inspires her to keep trying but he isn’t the reason she’s working so hard, in shippuden he’s pretty much all she thinks about. Her change in character design really highlights these changes - the perfect little wife for cishet men to fantasise about.

2.) Her entire personality and arc is boiled down to “shy uwu waifu in love with Naruto” and basically any development she gets, which is barely at all because Kishimoto hates women, is as attributed to NARUTO and Naruto only. Even her reaction to her beloved COUSIN’S DEATH makes her be like “omg I love Naruto” and serves to further NaruHina, which is absolutely insane she would Not react like that. Naruto only starts being romantically interested in her at the beginning of like, The Last movie, which is after 500ish episodes of her being treated as the sidelined love interest who is devoted to a guy who only cares about her when she’s a damsel in distress on a fight.

There are so many parts of her character that are/could be interesting, like her part in the Hyuga Clan due to being born as a superior and her dynamic with her cousin Neji as a result, (which could have had SO many great moments of reconciliation and standing up for each other grrr grrr) an exploration of the impact of her bullying & being looked down upon (even when she’s supposed to be a superior member, which adds to the shame) LIKE MANY OF THE CAST, seriously the people Naruto trauma dumps to are mostly consisted of people unfairly treated like that and it could have been used to further NaruHina WHILE showing her struggles

She is an incredibly capable fighter but the moment Naruto is there, she instantly becomes defenseless and needs to be saved by her crush, mostly as a “wow look at him isn’t he so brave and kind to do this for her?!”

There’s an episode where she is literally used as a defenseless punching bag for Pein by trying to sacrifice herself for Naruto and telling him she loves him, JUST so he can be more angry and have more motivation to beat Pein’s ass (aside of the yknow. Killing his loved ones thing) AND her confession is ignored by Naruto for the rest of the series. Just like any moment she shows her crush for him is met with obliviousness, which would be fine if they weren’t the main couple and didn’t go on for THE ENTIRE SERIES!!!!

In Boruto, the shitty sequel, Naruto is basically her deadbeat husband in her bland lavander marriage and Boruto is rightfully mad about Naruto’s distance from the family and even says he left her basically a single mom and barely pays time to the family, and Hinata’s role in the show as the housewife is being like “no you see Boruto you have to understand your father’s pov as the Hokage” and the narrative treats NaruHina’s marriage as a Good, Healthy Thing as if the characters are not miserable in this marriage.

3.) Man I don’t even like her that much but she deserved SO much better. She was introduced as the heiress of a really powerful and renowed clan with complex dynamics, yet the author somehow decided to do almost NOTHING with the potential she had, and gave her very little personality besides being shy and fawning over the protagonist. She gets slightly more active in Shippuden (part 2), but her character still pretty much revolves around her love for Naruto, which sucks because again, she has so much potential. It’s no secret that women in Naruto are badly written, and Hinata certainly is no exception. The male characters get dozens of episodes/chapters about their motivations, their backstories, what pushes them to keep going, and Hinata gets almost nothing besides her lifelong crush on Naruto that we are reminded of literally every time she’s on screen.

#polls #round 2 #week 3 #new

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Could I please have an imagine where the reader is a trauma surgeon at grey sloan and is actually best friends with Travis. One day Travis and Vic are bringing in a patient for the reader and after Travis introduces them they begin to fall for each other. So Vic always tries to be on the aid car all the time. One day she just decides to kiss you and tells you how she feels. Fluffy please?

The aid car

Summary: One person’s injury is another person’s chance to find love.

Pairing: Victoria Hughes x female!reader

Warnings: i have zero understanding of medical things

Word count: 1238

a/n: Vic is criminally underrated, she’s amazing

Travis opens the door of the aid car, helping the group of doctors take the gurney out of the car. “Female, 37 years old, car versus pedestrian, has been conscious the whole time.” He explains as he, Victoria and the doctors rush inside.

“Alright, bring her to trauma room 1.” Y/N leads to the room. “Get me a head CT and a MRI, somebody page ortho to check for broken bone.” She orders the doctors and nurses around.

Travis and Victoria stay by the sidelines, but decide to wait around to see that the woman makes it. Victoria’s eyes are slightly wider as she watches Y/N move through the room, testing and treating the patient. To her, it all looks magnificent.

“Everything will be okay, Miss Doe, you have no life threatening injuries.” Y/N smiles at the patient as the rush starts to slow down. “Just a couple broken bones in your leg, which Doctor Torres over here,” she nods towards Calliope Torres, who is standing next to her, “will fix those right up.” Giving Callie one last nod, she leaves the trauma room, Victoria and Travis following her.

“Y/N, hey!” Travis stops next to Y/N. “Are we still on game night tonight?”

“Yes!” Y/N turns her back to Travis. “Open the gown for me? When should I be there?”

Travis starts pulling on the strings of the gown, talking about which time she should be there, what kind of games he has and so on, while Victoria stares at the two in confusion. She nudges Travis, giving him a look.

“Right!” Making Y/N turn around as she pulls the gown off, Travis points to Victoria. “This is Victoria Hughes, my firefighter best friend. And Vic, this is Doctor Y/N Y/L/N, my doctor best friend.” He has a smile on his face as he introduces the two.

“Very nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Victoria smiles. They stare at each other for a while, completely forgetting Travis standing right next to them.

He furrows his brows and opens his mouth to break the silence. “Vic, would you like to join me and Y/N on game night tonight?”

“Yes!” Victoria’s head snaps to Travis. “I mean, yes, if it’s okay with the two of you.” Her eyes move between the two.

Y/N nods with a big smile. “That’d be great.”

“Great!” Travis claps his hands together once before grabbing Victoria’s arm. “We will leave you to work now, see you later, Y/N.” He starts dragging Victoria out of the hospital with an indescribable look on his face.

“Female, 22 years old, hit her head to the ground when falling off of a horse.” Victoria explains to the doctor’s, mostly to Y/N, as they wheel the patient inside.

“Lets bring her to trauma room 1 and page neuro.” Y/N orders. “And lets get a test for any internal injuries.”

As soon as it’s confirmed there’s nothing going on internally, and Doctor Shepherd arrives to check her brain, Y/N leaves the room. “Hey, Y/N.” Victoria jogs to her.

“Oh, hi.” She smiles. “Aid car is your favorite?”

“Huh?”

“You’re on the aid car pretty much every time a patient comes here.”

Victoria laugh, quite a long time as she tries to think. “What can I say, aid car is my favorite.” She smiles widely. “Anyways, when is the next game night? I had very fun last time.”

“Uhh, you gotta ask Travis about that.” Y/N takes a tablet from a nurse, looking over the patient informations on it. “He usually arranges them. But,” she looks at Victoria, “I had fun too.”

“Great. I- I’ll talk to Travis.” She starts backing towards the door. “Until then, I guess I’ll see you when I bring patients in.”

“I’d say I hope to see you soon, but that would probably be…not good.” Y/N cringes, lifting her shoulders.

Victoria laughs. “Right. See you.”

For four weeks Victoria has takes as many aid car shifts as possible, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed by the others. “Lets go, Hughie.”

“Wait a second, they’re done soon.” Victoria stares into the trauma room through the window, briefly turning to look at Dean when the silence prolongs. Her has a confused look on his face. “I just want to know the patient will be fine.” She defends herself with hands raised in the air.

“Okay.” He mumbles, crossing his arms. Dean follows her line of sight straight to trauma surgeon Y/N Y/L/N. A small grin grows to his face as he hums.

Turning to look at him, Victoria scrunches her brows. “What?”

“Nothing.”

The conversation ends when Y/N walks out of the room and pulls her gown off. “Hey!” Victoria waves her hand around to get her attention. “Travis is setting up another game night, does next Friday sound good to you?”

“Yes! Ask him to bring your other coworkers too, yeah? He’s been talking about me meeting them for ages. I’ll bring a new game I got. It’s this really good-“ The pager beeps. “Shit, sorry, I have to go. I’ll see you on Friday, Vic.”

“Right, yeah, I will.” Victoria mumbles, watching Y/N jog out of the ER.

Dean and Victoria start walking back to the aid car, the latter with a permanent smile on her face, which makes Dean grin. “So.. What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That thing with the doctor.”

“The doctor is Y/N and she is my friend who I met through Travis.” Dean hums while nodding slowly, not believing her at all. “That is it.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Shut up.” Victoria grumbles, getting into the aid car.

Travis groans when the dice stops on a five, bringing his pawn to a bad place. “Come on!” He counts his fake money and throws the right amount to laughing Andy’s pile, leaving him with only one bill.

“This is why you plan ahead, Travis!” She mocks, flailing the stack of bills in his face.

“Yeah, yeah.” Y/N laughs at the sour look on his face.

“I though you said you were good at games.” Ben smirks, looking at Travis’ amount of money, which happens to be the smallest.

“I am when I play with Y/N!” His voice is higher than usual, which makes Y/N laugh even louder.

While the other laugh at Travis’ misfortune, Victoria is staring at Y/N. It’s like the only thing in her mind is how beautiful she is. And then, like her body is moving on its own, she grabs Y/N’s cheeks with her hands and pulls her into a kiss.

The whole room goes silent.

Pulling away from the kiss, Victoria has a mortified look on her face. “I- I’m so sorry.” She whispers. “I don’t know why…”

“It’s fine.” Y/N shrugs with a smile. “It’s okay.”

“Oh thank god, because I really like you.”

“I really like you too.”

And so the cheering starts, startling the two, who definitely forgot they weren’t alone in the room. “Finally.” Travis claps. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks.”

“Go Hughie, yea!” Dean yells, patting Victoria in the back.

“Hughie?” Y/N giggles.

“You never heard that.” She whispers.

“Got it.” Grinning, Y/N goes back to hugging the others, as they congratulate the two for admitting their feelings.

#station 19 #station 19 imagine #station 19 fic #station 19 fanfiction #victoria hughes #victoria hughes imagine #victoria hughes fanfic #victoria hughes fanfiction #victoria hughes x reader #victoria hughes x fem!reader #victoria hughes x female!reader #victoria hughes x female reader #victoria hughes x y/n #victoria hughes x doctor!reader #victoria hughes x you

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