#but prepare for me to be annoying this week!!!

[renkyol]

This might have already been said but:

As much I'm loving all of The Pitt fanfiction, I've noticed a lot of people don't seem to understand how the med school and residency system works and it's annoying me. The basic order goes med student->resident->fellow->attending.

If you are a med student, you do not yet have your licence to practice medicine and have not matched to your specialty. If you are working, then you are completing a rotation, which is usually 4-12 weeks, depending on the specialty. Other healthcare disciplines (physiotherapy, occupational therapy, respiratory therapy, etc) refer to these as work placements. You do not get paid for these placements; actually, you pay to complete these placements. Whittaker and Javadi are med students.

At the end of your fourth year, in the States, you would write the United States Medical Licensing Examination(USMLE). In Canada, you write the Medical Council of Canada Qualifying Examination (MCCQE). The USMLE is completed in three steps. Steps one and two are typically written when you are a med student; step three is written at the end of your first year of residency. Provided you pass steps one and two, you are now a resident. Residents are doctors. Residency is a three to seven year training period in a specialty, e.g., emergency medicine, psychiatry, pediatrics, etc. You are matched into your specialty. Matching is, to my understanding, just the most complicated job hiring system in the world. The most important bit to know from a writers perspective is that there is a really good chance that a resident does not have a say in their specialty. A person preparing for residency will go on interviews and rank their preferred specialties and workplaces (meaning the hospital they complete their residency at), and then the hospitals and the departments decide to accept them or not. If you do not get matched, you can go through a process called SOAP, which places you with positions that did not get filled. The only way to change your specialty is to re-start the residency process from scratch. Santos is a first year resident, meaning she would have only passed the steps one and two of the USMLE that spring. This means she is most likely matched into emergency medicine. Although I learned recently that some surgery residencies have their residents complete a year of emergency medicine before starting in the OR. My personal headcanon is that Santos was soaped into emergency medicine, and that is why she was like that in the beginning. Mel and McKay are second year residents, which means they have been working as doctors for at least a year and already have emergency medicine as their specialty. They most likely would have completed all three steps to the USMLE It is mentioned in the first episode that Mel did her first year at a VA hospital which is apparently a common thing to do in the states. Mohan is a third year resident. I think this makes Robbie's comments to Mohan about switching to psychiatry really mean cause he's basically telling her to consider re-starting her residency when she's more than halfway finished. Collins, Langdon, and Garcia are fourth year or senior residents. Emergency medicine has a four year residency, so this means that they are almost done with their residencies. Surgery can have a five year or longer residency, so Garcia might still be a resident in the next season. Due to Langdon having to take most of the year away from work, he will have to re-start his fourth year.

After your residency is completed, you have the option to complete a fellowship. Not all specialties require a fellowship. These are take anywhere from 1 to 3 years. Emergency medicine does not require the completion of a fellowship, although there are a lot of options available. These are basically highly specialized training on topics in your specialty. For example, John Hopkins offers a fellowship in combat medicine for those specializing in emergency medicine.

After all of that: congratulations, you are now a doctor in attending aka an attending doctor. This means no more exams, just a re-licencing test every 5 years. You can take on residents and med students of your own to supervise, or not. No one is going to make you. You can also easily move now as you do not have to stay with the hospital you matched to for your residency. Getting a job goes back to the much more normal and not as stressful process of a job instead of the hellscape that is the residency matching program. Robbie, Abbot, Shen, Parker, and Walsh are attendings.

(Edit: Parker is a senior resident. I think I saw Parker's energy and assumed she was already an attending)

[hannya-writes]

 I choose to be yours

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Other characters: None

Category: Romance, Fluff, angst from Vergil's perspective

Warning: Stablished relationship, my comment at the end may be dangerous (?)

Author's note: Big thanks to @boonsmoon for letting me know the artist is "@ HoldP_A" in X/Twitter. You can commission this amazing artist in the page at the bio of his account of X/Twitter [+ at the end]

Vergil was a strange man, everyone knew it was because of his long, loong time in the underworld. He was awkward, asocial, technologically impaired, stubborn and sometimes childish, this last one you assumed was because he didn't have a normal childhood and somehow he was still a child.

All of that however didn't explain why Vergil wrote a "V" in you. The first time you found it funny, especially since he had written the V in the back of your dominant hand while you slept. So you woke up to the sight of the V. No explanation, no comment, just a barely noticeable smirk.

However every time you washed your hands or took a bath the V disappeared and when you woke up the next day the V was in a new place.

Your wrist, your arm, your thighs, your shoulder, your neck, the back of your neck. He even once wrote that V in your breast and your hips.

Somehow it became a game of "where did Vergil mark me today?" And Vergil went from using common pens, to markers to even waterproof eyeliners. 

It was ridiculously funny and weird, especially when he said nothing but smiled at the sight of his mark of property only to get annoyed when it was washed away.

— you know you can mark me in other ways… right? — you asked one night, leaning in the door frame of the bathroom as he brushed his teeth. 

One of his eyebrows raised in question.He spit the minty toothpaste and you got closer, he looked down at you and you pulled him for him to lean in. His intense and heavy gaze didn't shy away, trying to figure out what you were thinking. His eyes averted to your lips and he actually made a move to try and kiss you that you had to stop. 

You giggled quietly, leaving a kiss on his cheek and deviating to his neck. You kissed him there, then you licked and Vergil hands went to your waist pulling you closer. When you sucked in his skin Vergil froze, his hands tighten in your waist and made a low growl.

When you unlatched yourself from him you took a step back and he followed in a trance, his lips almost caught yours but you stopped him again and pointed at the mirror.

— see, you can mark me the same way — you added and he looked at the mirror, to that point in his neck where you had sucked, the red spot slowly changed color to a deep purple and after a second it disappeared. — only the mark will last a good week in me — 

Vergil looked at himself and then at you, at your neck. The Demon side of him almost made him growl at the prospect of you letting him mark you, only the demon wasn't thinking in a bruise, it was thinking of biting you, tasting your blood in his tongue, leaving a permanent mark in you. A mark no demon would dare to defy… except he didn't want to bite you to give a message to demons, he wasn't afraid of demons getting to you. Demons should be afraid of being in the presence of one of the best demon huntresses in the worlds. No, demons weren't the problem. Humans were the problem. He only feared losing you to a human, worst case scenario? Losing you to his own brother.

— I will not hurt you — he said before walking out of the bathroom leaving you there perplexed.

— What!? — you whined before striding behind him to the room — why not!? It's not like you are going to pierce me with Yamato! — 

— I refuse your offering — he said in that formal manner that characterized him. — It is not my goal to leave bruises that would weaken you in your job —

— Oh yeah? Then what is your goal every morning when you mark me? — you questioned in a sassy tonel, watching him fumble with the pillows as he prepared the bed to go to sleep.

—  nothing — he muttered, clearly keeping a secret. He sat on the bed and took the book that was on the nightstand: The complete Tales and Poems on Edgar Allan Poe Vol. 5

— Vergil — the way you said his name was scolding, a warning.

— Demons mark their mates with a bite — he said as he passed pages in his book like searching for something — you are no demon, a bite is completely out of question — Vergil seemed to be speaking with himself. It takes him a good minute and a half to add — when we were children Dante always took my stuff, being by accident or on purpose — he continued in a soft tone, anxiety pouring out of him — to… avoid it, I started to mark my things with a V, that way he wouldn't take them —

You took your place by his side in the bed and looked at him passing the pages on the book in an apprehensive manner. A little smile formed in your lips as you managed to find the right words.

— I am yours — you said and Vergil stopped in his search. His stormy eyes fixed in you, his usual frown was directed at you, but his gaze was softer — and I’m not an object, I am yours because I choose to be yours, Dante can't take me away — 

Vergil’s ears were extremely red, embarrassed for having to tell the truth and because of your words. He put the book back on the nightstand and pulled you to his lap.

— Say that again — he asked in a whisper, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

— I- I am yours? — you asked tentatively and he smiled.

— the other part too — his fingers had started to play with your hair. 

— D… Dante can't take me away — a short kiss, his lips barely touching yours.

— Again — He asked, looking at you with warmth in his eyes, enjoying the sensation your words provoked in his chest and stomach.

— I’m all yours, Vergil — you muttered almost against his lips, cheeks blushed, breath fanning over his mouth. — I want no one else but you —

Vergil hated how insecure he was and how much your words helped him. He loved the way you said such sweet words, so secure and yet so embarrassed as you repeated them and realized their weight. And yet, you repeated them with such love.

— Good, because I don't want anyone else but you — He said and he meant it.

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Author note: I wrote this thinking of Reader being Vergil's current partner, but if you think of Reader as the lady in red, it just add a top layer of angst.

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Call of duty, ghost, neighbor, comfort

Ghost x nurse neighbor

Summary:imon comes home after a rough mission and his neighbor takes care of him

WC:1.6k

She's never interacted much with her neighbor, he seems more like the solitary type who greets you in passing out of politeness, but she doesn't mind. That's better than an annoying neighbor or a creep. 

She often takes time in the morning to just stand at the hall railing and get some fresh air, it helps clear her head. 

Today she watches what she's seen time and time again, her big neighbor getting home from wherever he disappears too for weeks at a time. 

As soon as his hulking firm steps out of the car she knows some things are different, some things wrong. She watches, studies him as he makes his way up, her eyes running rapid diagnostics on him.

It's not just his slightly slumping posture, or the bandages that give away how much he's hurting, it's his eyes. 

They have never been the brightest, not the kind that sparkle with wonder of a pure soul. His eyes have always shown her a stoic strong man, one carrying a weight he won't put on others. 

So when she sees into his eyes today, she panics for a split second, because his walls are down. She can see right through him, too, his center, he's being pinned beneath the weight he carries.  

She acts immediately and goes right up to him and holds out her hand.

“ Asking for help is one of the fucking hardest things to do, admitting it out loud even to ones self can feel impossible. So if you need help, if you need someone to take care of you, someone to take charge so you can rest, so you can put all the weight you carry down, take my hand. You don't have to say a word about it, just take my hand if you need it.”

He acted instantly without thinking, her offer being exactly what his soul craved but he could never ask for. He places his large rough hand on hers. He's surprised to feel calluses and wonders about her.

He knows barely anything about her other than she likes to just stand at the railing, even when it's raining she will be out there. He knows what car she drives and how she has such a friendly smile but nothing more, he doesn't even know her name. 

But that doesn't matter, he goes along after her as she leads him through her apartment, they end up in her bathroom.

“ I don't know where you've been or what you've been doing but you've brought it home with you and a good wash is in order”

“ I can't get my stitches wet”

“ Well aren't you in luck Mr, as a nurse one of my many skills is washing injured people I barely know. So give me your keys and strip, I'll grab you some fresh clothes”

No question, not even a choice about it. She's telling him exactly what's happening and he finds a wonderful sense of relief in that. Is not in charge of anything, doesn't have the weight of responsibilities, all he has to do is what he's told. So he hands over his keys and gets to stripping, it's a bit of a struggle with his injuries but he doesn't feel the pressure to rush like he usually does.

She comes back quickly, placing down a stack of his own clothes on the counter. She turns to him, he's still in the process of removing his clothes. But enough of him is visible in his tank top and boxers so she appraises his state, solely focused on his injuries and not physique, that can wait. 

She gets the set up ready; setting up the shower stool, getting a fresh scrub glove, her least scented soap, sugar scrub, and first Aid kit. 

She's locked into work mode, so seeing his naked form doesn't phase her. Her gaze passes over his ripped hulking physique and goes to the poorly tapped on bandages, bruises, and jagged scares. 

He feels a bit silly sitting on the shower stool but the way she's focusing makes him think twice about interjecting. So he just watches her as she whirls around him preparing things, washing her hands and snapping on a pair of gloves. 

She feels back the first bandage and lets out a huff and string of whispered curses.

“ where did you get this done, did they take a course in how to do Frankenstein stitches” 

He can't help the deep rumbling laugh that escapes him. She's spot on, he's had lots of make it work patch jobs but this last gig, he'd never gotten worse care In a place calling itself a hospital. 

“ Do you want me to redo these?”

“ No need, all my scars are crooked”

“ okay then”

The crinkle of her nose tells him she would have liked to redo the stitches, how the half asses worked patching together his flesh offended her, how cute. 

The stitches would just have to be as they are, half passed but they were gonna get some of her best bandaging. She cleaned, ointmented, and applied water replant bandages. Once satisfied she stood back, admired her work then moved on to phase 2, the washing.

He couldn't help but find her huffing and muttering adorable, as she gave him some of the best medical attention he's received in ages. She keeps throwing him curve balls, the way she just acts boldly, her creative cursing, the way she commands, and now she's stripping. Well not fully but she takes off her top layers revealing a tank top and boxers.

She catches him staring, which earns him a sassy hands on the hips pose as she lists to him the benefits and comforts of boxers. He can't help but smirk, he holds no judgements for what kinda underwear someone wants to wear, just finds her look adorably and her list of benefits definitely sold him. 

“ this isn't my normal attire for washing patients, but I usually don't wash then in my home so this is a special case” 

He's never been so pampered, he doesn't even recognize a majority of the products she uses on him, just knows they smell great and are removing a lot of gunk. The water runoff started cloudy, sand colored but as she worked it turned clear. He could have sworn at one point she rubbed sugar on him, but that couldn't be right, right?. 

She did it all, scalp massage, dead skin removal, working the knots out of his shoulders getting in there with her elbow. She got in every nook and crank; in between his toes, behind his ears, under his balls and even his ass crack, she washed it all. He feels a bit bad about that as he remembers how sweaty he got, but she seemed completely unphased, but with her job that does make sense. 

Now after making him squeaky clean she drys, dresses and sends him to the couch.

“ I'll be out in a minute” 

He's never felt such an absence of tension before, she has worked a miracle on him. He now understands why she has calloused hands, she works hard, even on the smallest things she focuses her intent. 

He melts into the couch, barely away from his surroundings as he enjoys his new scent. It's nothing like the bar of Irish spring he uses, that makes him smell clean but nothing like this. He smells like spring, he feels like spring. Like he's felt his body, transported to some soft grassy flower meadow, with birds singing overhead and the faint sound of streams somewhere. 

He starts to wonder if that bath was magical, if none of this happened and he passed out on his couch having the best dream of his life, or maybe she slipped him something. He's happy with any truth other than this being a dream. 

She comes out in fresh clothes, hair smoothed back into a braid swaying behind her. She looks him over and nods with approval at his relaxed state, then heads into the kitchen. 

He's grateful for the open floor plan, he watches her slip on an apron and checks the large pot on the stove. He thought he smelled great but oh boy, she's the maker of delightful scents. The apartment is filled with the mouth watering scent of pot roast, that makes him believe he's been living next to some magical being who's by the best turn of fate ever has graciously welcomed him into her care.

She comes over to him holding out a drink, he's not sure what It is, nor does he really care. He trusts her. He trusts that he is secure in her care. He gladly takes the drink. 

“ It's iced tea, I know you prefer a hot cup, but this is loaded with vitamins that should rehabilitate you from whatever you've been doing. It does taste a bit like lawn clippings but bit it's good for you”

Yup that's it she's magical, magical touch,magical bath, magical pot roast, magical tea. It does taste a bit like grass but he's had much more grass tasting drinks so he doesn't mind. He takes a big sip to make sure she knows he appreciates it.

She gives him a nod in return and settles on the couch beside him, turning on one of her shows. 

He appreciates the nonverbal communication, takes the pressure off him to try and sort out his words to reciprocate. She settles next to him like it's the most natural thing, like she's completely unfazed by bathing him, seeing him naked, and having him in her home. He likes the causal, domestic feeling, it's something he didn't think he'd find, but today he did and oh he'll do anything not to lose this, lose her.

[shrimpbat]

Nyxa's new friend [story under "keep reading" tab]

It had been exactly a week since Nyxa and her mom were pushed into this new world. She didn't know what was going on at all, and it was all too much for her to process, and she wasn't shy about crying from nervousness about the whole thing. She didn't have a problem with bats or vampires, but she certainly didn't expect to be forced into their living space.

Her mother was currently preparing a food dish of sorts, all with foods a vampire would like. Strange... Nyxa peered over the countertop curiously.

"What're you doing mum?" she asked. Corvenia looked down at her daughter quickly, then back at the food.

"Oh, just something for a friend of mine, love. We're going to visit him and his little daughter today, remember?" she said gently. Nyxa scrunched up her beak. No, she didn't remember.

"...Little daughter?" she asked, a monotonous change in her voice. "Do I gotta go with you...?" she said quietly. Corvenia heard the second comment, took a second, and sighed.

"Nyxa, you'll love her...and her dad. I promise. Mr. Finnegan's a real jolly man and his little baby is the sweetest." Corvenia tried reassuring Nyxa, Nyxa calming her annoyed expression a little but still having a pinch of skepticism. Nyxa stayed silent for another few seconds before asking another anxious question.

"You're not gonna pay more attention to her than me, right?" she asked, crossing her arms with a slight pout. Corvenia stopped wrapping the food platter for a second and looked down at her daughter before picking her up.

"Now, why in the world would I do that?" she asked, Nyxa avoiding eye contact.

"...'Cuz she's a baby." Nyxa said, still pouting. Corvenia always was quick to get gushy over babies, she couldn't help herself. But she was the gushiest over her own.

"Nyxa, sweetie, no one's replacing you. I think you'll love Finnegan's little girl and get along with her just fine, you'll be best friends, I know it. No one's gonna pay attention to one over the other, all right?" Corvenia nudged Nyxa's cheek with her beak. Nyxa looked over and smiled.

"All right, mum." she said, finally kind of convinced. She did internally want a new friend, even if this whole "being shoved into a new land" thing scared her half to death...

••••••••

Corvenia rang the doorbell to the small house of Finnegan Grimm, not waiting too long before he answered the door. Nyxa shifted her feet. Her little heart was racing...she was always nervous around new people.

"Corvenia, old friend!" Finnegan said joyfully. Nyxa got a good look at Finnegan while he gave greetings and small talk to her mom. She had never met him before, but she felt kind of at ease since her mom knew him. His joyous nature definitely also helped.

"...And who's this little lady? Is this Nyxa?" Finnegan said, kneeling down to her height. Nyxa shyly clung to Corvenia's leg, nodding when Finnegan asked his question. Corvenia nudged her more towards him in efforts to make her seem less anxious.

"Well nice to meet you, sweetie!" Finnegan said, offering his finger for her to shake.

"Go on, sweetiebird, say hi to Finnegan." Corvenia said quietly. It took a second, but Finnegan's warm smile helped Nyxa get a little 'hello' out as she finally shook his finger sheepishly with a smile.

"Nyxa was actually wondering, Finnegan, if she could play with Nellie." Corvenia said. Nyxa looked up at Corvenia with confusion as she knew she didn't say that.

"Oh, sure! She'll get along with little Nellie just great! She's been waiting all day for ya!" Finnegan led the two birds inside, Nyxa immediately noticing a small, smiling vampire sitting on a pillow. The little vampire seemed to notice her back, an excited little glow in her facial expression.

"Go on, sweetie. Say hi to Nellie-Bell. I have to help Mr. Finnegan now." Corvenia said, gently nudging Nyxa to go say hi to little Nellie-Bell. Nyxa breathed in nervously, but then went over to Nellie and sat down a small distance from her, awkwardly. She didn't know what to do around babies, let alone a vampire baby. Nellie noticed her, cocking her head curiously.

Nyxa played with her feathers as she fluffed up nervously. Her mind was scrambling on what to say to Nellie. What do babies like? What do vampire babies like? Is she scared of crows? Can she smell my fear or something? This is impossible!

As her mind started to go blank, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Nellie crawling towards her. It startled her for a second since she wasn't expecting a baby to take to her that fast, but then Nellie stuck her tongue out playfully. Nyxa couldn't hold back a laugh, that was cute.

"H-Hi, Nellie." Nyxa managed to get out, smiling at the little vampire. Nellie made a noise in return, of course unable to say full words yet. Nellie then rested her head on Nyxa's leg, still with her tongue out. Nyxa laughed. "Yer really cute." she said, patting Nellie's head.

In the background, Finnegan and Corvenia noticed their daughters having their first interaction. They smiled at each other, having known these two would have an incredible bond together.

[daysiesz]

returned - g.h

"happy birthday!!!"

you halt at the threshold of the room, shocked at the party your friends had put together for you. balloons, confetti, coloured lights, everyone in party hats. their smiles match your own, your cheeks hurting and heart swelling with gratitude.

you cover your mouth, stunned, and say, "thank you so much, oh my," pausing only to pull avery and libby into a hug as all three of you giggle. "i love you guys, thank you thank you thank you!!"

over avery and libby's shoulders, you look each hawthorne brother in the eye as you thank them. all but one. your hawthorne brother was on a business trip, today of all days. he'd been away for almost two weeks and both of you were a mess without the other. he was fully prepared to postpone the trip when he realized it aligned with your birthday, but you refused any chance of a loss to the foundation because of you. yes, grayson wasn't here, but the entire group had found a place in your heart, and you were more than happy to spend your evening with them.

"hold on, you didn't think that was all we had up our sleeve, did you?" jameson asks with a smirk.

"jameson, no crazy stuff, i'm begging you, no bikes on the beach-" you start, just as xander throws his arm around your shoulders.

"don't worry, it's just a very special gift," he says, his expression just as suspicious as his brother's.

you look to nash for help, but he only gives you an amused smile in return. suddenly, warm hands cover your eyes as you hear libby's voice say, "i'll go get it, no peeking!!"

the next couple minutes all you can hear is the rustling of paper and stifled laughs, avery's scolding from behind you, and barely contained grumbles.

"ok, you can see now," libby announces as avery removes her hands from your eyes and you open them and let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a laugh.

there, in all his glory, was your boyfriend, trying to keep up his annoyed facade (and failing) as he looks straight into your eyes. your boyfriend, with pink and white polka dot wrapping paper wrapped around his torso and upper legs, binding his arms to his body. and to top it all off, a pink satin bow tied around his neck.

your urge to run to him was overpowered by your unending laughter as you doubled over, tears pricking at your eyes. everyone laughed with you, and even grayson couldn't stop a chuckle from escaping him. a hard "no" would've been his usual response to ideas like this, but if he could experience the pure joy on your face and your laughter ringing in his ears everyday, then he would wear this damn bow all the time.

"you guys," you say once your laughter has died down and your cheeks are filled with warmth, "are the best. please tell me you've taken photos of this."

"enough to fill an album," xander assures you as you finally walk to grayson and throw your arms around his neck.

grayson buries his face in your neck and mutters, "i'd appreciate if you unwrap me so i could hug you back."

"shhh, i'm not sure birthday presents are supposed to talk."

you step away and are presented with a scissor to cut through the multiple layers of wrapping paper.

"y'know, if i didn't know you guys better, i'd think you actually enjoyed this," you joke as you cut through the paper, only to find more under it.

"enjoy tormenting gray and putting a bow on him? never," jameson states dramatically, hand on his chest.

"and how are you here this early anyway?"

"finished work as soon as i could and got here this afternoon," grayson explains, shooting jameson a glare over your head.

after about seven minutes of teasing (and photos), only a couple more layers were left, and grayson's patience finally wanes. he rips off the remaining paper and frees his arms, immediately enveloping you in them, hugging you properly this time.

"there we go," he mumbles as he buries his face in your hair and his thumbs rub small circles at your hips. you sigh happily, holding him close and allowing yourself to bask in his presence, as the others leave the room to get the cake.

"i think this is your best look yet," you declare, pulling back just enough to see his face. the adoring look in his eyes almost makes you melt.

"i love you so much, it's disgusting. i'm afraid i can't help but turn into a pink, polka-dotted abomination," grayson jokes, making you dissolve into laughter again with the dry sense of humour he only uses around you.

you pull him closer by his bow and kiss him, letting all the love nestled inside you pour into him. he places one hand on your jaw and caresses your cheek, as if you were the most treasured being in his life.

as you pull away you mutter, "i love you. keep the bow on."

a/n: what possessed me to write this i do not know, but that's truly not the point. thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged my first post!! i appreciate it, and i'm glad other people can enjoy the scenarios that rot my brain too ♡

[sunsetsweptsoul]

Jealousy- Bobby Nash x Reader

Bobby is jealous of Buck flirting with the newest recruit.

Fluffy/ small smut 18+

The team had sat down for dinner prepared by Bobby (aka Gordon Ramsey of the firehouse) it was pasta night. Everyone was having conversations amongst themselves, mostly picking fun at Buckaroos failed relationships.

“How long did this one last Buck?” Sniggered Chimney playfully.

“A few weeks, but hey at least I’m not back to just sleeping around!” He replied confidently, he truly was becoming a better version of himself.

“Though if the opportunity ever presented itself, Y/n I’m opened to it.” He winked towards the young woman sitting beside him, he had a small crush on her since she had her introduction day a few months ago.

“In your dreams , Buckley.” She muttered, shoving his shoulder slightly. Y/n couldn’t help but notice that Bobby had been glaring at the pair, his eyes were filled with what looked like slight fury. His stare broke when Y/n sent a small smile in his direction, he returned the smile before looking back at his plate.

“Buck isn’t your type Y/n?” Hen questioned, making Y/n shake her head in return.

“Nope! I like men not immature boys.” Y/n joked, the table interrupted with a course of “ohhhs”

“What a burn, you don’t have a chance Buck.” Eddie chuckled causing Buck to frown and pick at his food. They finished up their dinner, most of the team cleared away leaving Bobby and Y/n. The captain grabbed the dishes and brought them over to the sink, rolling up his uniform sleeves to his elbows so he wouldn’t get them wet before turning on the faucet.

“Always thought who ever cooked got out of doing dishes.” Y/n mentioned amused at the sight of the man. She moved from her spot at the table to stand close to him, grabbing a dish cloth to help with drying.

“I don’t mind, i find it therapeutic.” Bobby admitted with a shrug.

“You would make an amazing housewife Bobby.” Shouted chimney as he walked on past.

They got into a quick routine, Bobby handing her clean dishes to dry and store them away. “It was nice to see Buckley lost for words, sometimes he finds it hard to know when to stop.” Bobby said through gritted teeth, his forehead creasing.

“No harm done, I know he’s only kidding- anyways I think he has got the hint that I am not interested.”

“Good.” Muttered Bobby beside her, causing her to look confused at his tone.

“What is wrong?” She asked, growing intrigued in what had annoyed him so much.

“Nothing, just don’t want any of my team being harassed.” He utters, this answer didn’t please Y/n.

“You know he wasn’t harassing me, so what is it Bobby? I seen the way you were staring at us durning dinner, you looked angry!” She paused glancing up at his face which looked unreadable.

“I was feeling jealous.” He uttered, almost too quietly like he was embarrassed.

“Why?”

Bobby finished at the sink, turning around to face Y/n. He could see the confusion in her eyes that were staring wildly into his own.

“Because, i feel the same way he does. Every time i look at you i have these feelings that I struggle to push away. I admire you and i didn’t want to cross any lines. I’m your boss, Y/n.” He admitted almost shamefully.

She gasped at his confession feeling lost for words, Y/n had no idea Bobby was interested in her. It never crossed her mind on why he was so stoic when the other boys flirted with her.

“I never knew you felt like that Bobby.”

She stepped forward, placing a comforting hand onto his arm.

“You could’ve told me.” She added.

He shook his head. “I never stood a chance.”

This made her frown shaking her head.

“How? Because I’m closer to Buck and Eddie’s age? I mentioned I wanted a man Bobby. Someone with experience.” She squeezed his arm.

“Someone like you.” She admitted shyly. This took Bobby by surprise.

“Wha-t?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m your boss Y/n, we can’t.” He insisted, it seemed like he was fighting with himself with that statement. Y/n rubbed his arm gently, holding herself from doing anything else as they were still in a common are.

“Says who? We can keep this to ourselves Bobby.”

His eyes darkened slightly, the nervousness disappearing at the reassurance that she felt the same.

“I could kiss you right now.”

Y/n blushed at his words.

“Well, didn’t you have some paperwork we had to go over in your office.” She said loud enough, using it as excuse to get some privacy.

“You are right, it must’ve completely slipped my mind.” He faked back a response before making long strides towards his office. As soon as the door closed behind the two, Bobby had Y/n pressed against the wall. His lips hungrily found their way to her soft ones, grinning as she returned the kiss.

He drew back, pressing her forehead softly against his own.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting this.” He whispered.

“Well you should’ve done it sooner.” She said with a grin, grabbing his face to bring him back into the kiss.

Bobby’s strong hands trailed their way down to her waist squeezing and pulling her body close to his own, movements sure and firm. He groaned, savouring the feeling of finally being able to do what he was wanting.

He grabbed her thighs, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist before leading them both toward his desk. Bobby guided her back until she was sitting on top of the desk, their tongues fighting for dominance. His soft fingertips rubbed her thighs, breaking away from the kiss he placed harsh kisses against her neck.

“I hate seeing them gush over you- it drives me insane.” He groans, letting his teeth grace the skin on her neck. This turned Y/n on even more, hearing that he was so worked up on seeing people flirt with her. She took her hands into his dark hair, tugging begging for him to be closer- for him to touch her.

“I want you Bobby.” She begged breathlessly.

As soon as those words left her lips, the firehouse alarm blared breaking the aroused pair apart. They both sighed knowing that their moment was over, bobby helped her down, straightening themselves out before moving to leave so it wasn’t obvious about what they had been doing behind that closed door.

“Duty calls, i promise we will continue where we left off.” He said, leaving a slap against her ass and giving her a quick peck against her blushed cheek.

“You better keep your word, captain.” Y/n grinned feeling flustered.

They made their way out of the office, acting as nothing ever happened.

They went to the call longing for the next moment they had together…

[digyoman]

today is the three-year anniversary of the day that i watched the stand (2020) for the first time!

[legal-poppy]

i have a group presentation due tomorrow. i was the first person to add my stuff to the slides (last night). i made it cutesy and easy for me to reference when i record my part. one of my groupmates took it upon himself to redo the whole presentation and remove all of my formatting. it's not BORING. white and black and a hint of green. this is fr my last straw i hate being the only woman in a group full of men

[born-to-lose]

I GOT AN INTERNSHIP YEEHAW

[ureverygirltome]

im gna consider this trip an early bday present to myself ig so I don't feel bad abt spending money B)

[cerbreus]

Literally nothing makes me more irritated than some guy I hardly know being fucking passive aggressive with me over trivial stuff. What the hell is up with these Minnesotans being knee jerk passive aggressive the second you aren't the most enthusiastic excited person alive..... 🙄🙄😮‍💨

[babsvibes]

3, 17, 19, 30!!

Thank you for the ask love and so sorry I missed it earlier!! Can I blame it on holiday preparation? I’m going to

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Most proud of is a hard one, but if we’re looking at fics with little kudos/hits then I loved branching out with Taffy Covered Kittens. It was guaranteed to not interest people (platonic fic about side characters in a screenplay format??), but it made me laugh so I love that!

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore more of next year?

(posts the exact same picture as above)

Kidding kidding, I really want to branch out into more rare ships like tinimeke or Harley/Millie! That’s why I’m excited to host @seemoreseymoursbay, an event for rare gems, ships, dynamics, etc. so it’ll give me an excuse (and a deadline) to work on those fics!

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Cheesus the Meatsiah. Like the fic in general was a surprise because I didn’t know I could write boblin smut, but I really love it looking back

[sirensea14]

Me with who

I trusted, Let you in

Let you see through my broken skin

Let you tell me, People would love me

Not get sick of me, Get rid of me

I know you rarely open your Tumblr from your browser but if ever you do so, well, sana matamaan ka.

[todayisafridaynight]

took a modern japanese history class just to flex on everyone that the only reason why i know so much about the meiji period is because im mentally disturbed about a franchise about criminals and they just so happened to make a game specifically about the meiji period

[sleepy-vix]

WHO THE HECK put my life on hard mode all of a sudden??