— WHITE CHOCOLATE MACADAMIA.
summary — carter’s crush on one of the peds nurses is so bad it’s almost embarrassing. if you call not being able to get through even a single interaction without her laughing at him almost embarrassing.
word count — 1.6k words
summary — still figuring out how i’d like these formatted idk if im a huge fan of the moodboards?? maybe only on special occasions. based on this ask <333
You have a stash of protein bars in the hospital. You say stash because you really do squirrel them away, dispersed over the ER. Most of it is in peds, where you’re meant to be working when the rest of the ER isn’t asking you to cover a shortage, one box of blueberry at the back of the bottom shelf in the west supply closet. One box of macadamia nut and white chocolate in the staff lounge behind the stack of broken chairs in the corner. One box of peanut butter in a filing cabinet drawer that every single one of the staff thinks is locked so they’ve never bothered to open.
You’ve done pretty well at keeping them hidden. You’re not not open to sharing, but you know that the second people find out about your collection you’ll never be able to get your hands on one.
Which is why you’re so surprised to see Dr Carter shoving a fistfull into his backpack.
Missed Cues
Pairing: Michael Robinavitch x F!Nurse!Reader
Summary:
You have been flirting with him for months.
Coffee. Compliments. Lingering touches. Lines so obvious they may as well come with annotations.
Unfortunately, Robby appears to believe this is simply excellent nursing care.
Dana finds this deeply entertaining.
Five times he doesn’t notice.
One time you finally make him.
Word Count: 11,5K
Rating: general
Tags/Content warnings: workplace romance, flirting, Robby is completely oblivious, humor, mostly fluff, soft moments, idiots in love, confessions, first kiss, happy ending, second person POV, no use of Y/N
AN: you cannot convince me this man wouldn't be oblivious to flirting. I think he wouldn't even think someone would want to flirt with him. Anyway—enjoy 🤎
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"human resources" - dr. michael "robby" robinavitch x reader
kinktober 2025 day 18: size kink
Summary: After finding Dr. Robby’s Tinder profile with a suspiciously large outline in his shorts, your friends make a bet to see who can get definitive proof of his big dick -- and you, despite being wildly in love with him, agree to participate.
Tags/Notes: workplace shenanigans ft. santos, whitaker, javadi, mohan, king (i chose the pic with her on purpose), background mohabbot, slow burn-ish, mutual pining, first time together, fingering and oral (f), unprotected piv (discussed), size kink obviously, loootsss of marks (bruises, hickeys, scratches), some mention of minor blood from said marks
Content: i mean the whole thing is kinda sexual harassment. everyone has fun but that doesn’t change that it would be very naughty to do something like this!
A/N: thank you all for being so nice about me getting sick and having to delay this, but hey i locked in and actually got it finished!
Word Count: 11.0k (oops)
not proofread properly bc it would've taken so long
I’m totally normal about this fic
My Utah
Pairing: Dr. Frank Langdon x Dr!reader
Synopsis: Reader hears Javadi failing at asking out Mateo, and it takes her back to when she tried asking out Frank when she was a first year resident.
Word count: 1.4k+
Warnings: Mentions of the mass causality event/shooting. Mentions of blood. Mentions death once or twice, nothing too graphic, no one major.
A/N: Couldn't remember what hour the Utah comment happened in, so timeline probably doesn't fit the show exactly. AU where he isn't married, nor does he have the drug issues. Again, not really sure how I feel about this one, I'm still pretty rusty when it comes to writing. But 2 fics in 2 days?!?! Who am I?
“I don’t date people in the workplace,” you hear Mateo responding to Javadi’s stuttering. Poor girl, and when you hear her stutter some more, you take it upon yourself to step in and help Victoria.
“Do you mind if I steal Dr. Javadi from you? I have a patient I want her to help with,” you smile at Mateo, acting like you didn’t hear anything they had been saying.
“Yeah, of course,” his eyes flick to Victoria, before nodding to you.
“You seemed like you could use some saving in there,” you laugh lightly once you’re sure Mateo won’t be able to overhear you.
“My parents once took me skiing for Christmas in Utah and from the moment I got off the plane, I just, I could not catch my breath, no matter how hard I tried. The altitude just made me awkward and uncoordinated. I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t get my bearings. And I’m a very good skier, but I just spent the whole vacation, just like, on my butt, dizzy, panting. And Mateo’s like a human Utah.”
“Oh, I have my own Utah,” you laugh in understanding. “It could always be worse, he could be engaged. He’s not!” you add the last part quickly when you see her eyes widen in panic.
“Oh, good,” she lets out a sigh of relief.
“But mine was, or at least practically engaged. I found out he had already bought his girlfriend a ring after I made a fool of myself.”
⋆⭒˚.⋆HEAD OVER HEELS — steve harrington !
❤︎︎ summary. five times you thought you’d kept your relationship with steve a secret + one time everyone admits they already knew you were dating.
❤︎ contents. 5+1 fic, (not so) secret relationships, minor s5 vol 1 spoilers, idiots in love, fluff, humor, steve & reader were childhood friends, very light angst in some parts, insecurities, takes place between s4/s5, established relationship, pet names, reader is relatively new to the party — 11.3k words
❤︎ notes. happy stranger things finale day + happy new year!!! i'm super excited to share this fic and i had a lot of fun writing it. i took some liberties with what happens during the time-skip, but i think this is mostly canon compliant!! dividers by cursed-carmine. i hope you enjoy <3
I. Dustin
Droplets of cold water fell down your cheeks, soaking the collar of your—well, Steve’s—shirt completely.
Waking up never really had been your strong suit, and it normally took a half hour and a cup of coffee for you to be, at least, amicable in the morning. Cold showers never worked, as much as you wanted them to, nor did any other trick in the book.
For good measure, you splashed a few more handfuls of icy water across your skin, but it was no more successful the second go around. Instead, you stared back in the mirror, looking at a zombified version of yourself, exhausted and puffy in most parts of your face.
HEATED RIVALRY 1.06: THE COTTAGE + HRTwT VERSION
For A Good Time Call! || Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Word Count: 14.6k
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Phone Sex Hotline Operator!Reader
Warnings: SMUT (phone sex, m & f masturbation (including pillow humping & sex toys), f!receiving oral sex, p in v sex), language, idiots in love, mutual pining, porn WITH plot
Summary: In the Summer of 1985, Steve's social standing is at an all time low. In an act of sheer, pathetic desperation, he calls a phone sex hotline. Little does he know, his dream girl from the hotline is just an escalator away.
Steve Harrington wasn’t the kind of guy who did this. He repeated it in his head as he scribbled down the phone number— fed straight to him from a local late-night advertisement. For a good time call!
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what that meant. And he wasn’t exactly able to ignore the way his dick twitched in his boxers as the commercial showed pretty girls twirling phone lines around manicured fingers, pretty smiles on their faces, eyes sultry and staring right through him.
Plus, he wasn’t actually going to call. He was just… keeping the number for his records. He’d just put it in his Rolodex and forget about it.
A week later, and he decidedly hadn’t forgotten about it. In fact, with the house empty and playboys not cutting it, it’s all he could think about.
I reread this all the time and just realized I hadn’t reblogged it
let's hear it for the boy! || steve harrington x reader
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Word Count: 10.9k
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Best Friend!Reader
Warnings: SMUT (solo masturbation, dry humping, f!receiving oral, handjob, premature ejaculation, p in v sex), language, sexual references, Steve is very oblivious, Steve can't get it up (unless it's for you), porn WITH plot, slow-ish burn
Summary: set before s4. steve has a problem. he can't cum unless he's thinking about you. except you're his friend and he definitely doesn't have any romantic feelings towards you. at least, that's what he tells himself.
“Seriously? Katie Frey doesn’t do it for you?” You asked, sitting atop the counter at Family Video. Steve shrugged, embarrassment welling up in his chest at your words, and the general topic of conversation.
“I was as surprised as you are now,” he said, twirling a company branded pen between his fingers and hoping the fidgeting would take his mind off of how absolutely mortified he was. “Because, like, Katie is hot.”
“Absolutely. Smokin’ hot.” Your voice was muffled around a twizzler, framed by perfectly made-up lips.
He made a face at your interruption, staring at you with narrowed eyes until you mimed zipping your mouth shut.
“And like, she’s got these great tits. Huge.” Really huge, fucking perfect tits. Not that he was a perv about it, but it was hard not to notice them. “And she’s pretty. And, you know, we were going at it at her apartment after our date and I swear I was into it. But…” He stopped twirling the pen so he could bury his face into his hands, mumbling the end of the sentence. “I couldn’t… cum, you know? I had to just fake it.”
“Fake it? Were you convincing?” you asked, brows furrowed. He peered up at you through the spaces between his fingers, at the quirk of a smile on your lips. “Maybe you should show me. I’m a visual learner.”
He threw the pen at you and groaned in frustration. “You’re an asshole, you know that right? This is serious.”
kisses from your past lover
summary - you were kissed a lot in your last lifetime, but clark takes that as a competition
pairing - clark kent x gf!reader
word count - ~1k
The bathroom tiles were cold as you padded out of the shower and across the room to the sink.
You held your towel underneath your armpits as you assessed your face after such a hot shower - worried that it might have made you break out more than usual.
You twisted your face side to side, before grabbing your bottle of cream and gently applying to your face.
It smelt so familiar and comforting - no doubt because Clark used the same one.
Just as you thought about your boyfriend he knocked on the bathroom door. Even after a year living together, he still respected your privacy enough to knock.
“Come in.”
you can call me honey if you want
summary: To you, he's always been Stevie. Until one day he's just Steve. He isn't handling the change well. wc: 2.5 k warnings: lovesick Steve, reader is overly fond of nicknames, meddling kids, tooth-rotting fluff a/n: I am absolutely losing my mind over the new season, please feel free to send Steve thoughts/requests my way <3
“Hey, Steve?”
The yelling that had filled the entirety of Steve’s living room for the past ten minutes ceased. His heart started beating out of his chest. There was no reason to get all twisted up about it, that is the name his parents gave him. Except, you were so sweet, and everyone had a nickname. Everyone, but especially him. He’s your Stevie. Well, not strictly yours, as much as he’d like to be.
You would drop the others’ nicknames when you were tired, or when you had a headache after a long day. Dustin was no longer Dusty-Bun, which you’d gleefully stolen from Suzie. The ‘Y’ was dropped from the end of Mike. Steve could count on one hand the number of times he’d heard you call his best friend ‘Robin’ instead of ‘Robs’. But always, without fail, he was ‘Stevie’.
He’d been Stevie when your respective parents had brought the both of you to the company Christmas party and you were the only two there below the age of 30. He’d been Stevie when you found him shamefully cleaning up Tommy’s graffiti on the front of the theater, Stevie when you saw him from across the mall, face beaten to a pulp and there was no one else to pick him up. And he was Stevie every single time that he crawled in through your window after a nightmare or when he needed someone to sit with him in the aftermath of another concussion.
Max was still sitting on the floor in front of you as you diligently weaved her hair into a braid, eyes looking as far up as they could to catch a glimpse of you. Robin was hanging upside down in her typical arm chair, and the other kids were tangled up in a pile on the rug. But without fail, every eye in the room was boring into you. Steve watched you tie off the braid in an elastic and jump a bit when you looked up, squirming under their scrutiny. You blinked, confused. “What?”
Oh God, you didn’t even realize. You hate him now and you don’t even know it.
Rooster wasn't for you. You were opposites in so many ways - he was an extrovert to your introvert. The center of attention to your wallflower. You weren't interested in a one night stand, and he couldn't offer more. So his volunteering to help with Friendsgiving was just a friendly gesture after you returned from a deployment...right?
Word count: 7.8K
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“Just a minute!” you called, swiping a strand of hair from your face. The knocking stopped, and you quickly washed the flour from your hands, drying them on the towel thrown over your shoulder while heading to the door.
And there, standing on your front step as the sun started to rise, was Bradley. His normally styled curls were sleep-mussed, his grey t-shirt clinging to his arms and untucked from his Navy PT sweatpants. The smile on his face grew as he took you in - sweatpants, a baggy sweatshirt dotted with flour, fuzzy socks, and not a stitch of makeup. The difference from your normally put-together appearance was stark. “Morning, Duch.”
“You’re late.” Laughing, he held up a bag of microwavable frozen corn.
“Had to turn around when I forgot my contribution.” Rolling your eyes, you stepped back to let him in, watching to ensure he removed his shoes before following you into the kitchen.
“The turkey’s already thawed and in the sink. I just need you to clean it out, and I can take it from there.” Bradley nodded, tossing you the corn before going to the kitchen. You put it in the freezer and walked to the downstairs bathroom to wash your hands before resuming your spot at the counter, picking up your bread lame and staring at the unbaked loaf. A part of you wanted to do a simple score, knowing that it would just be eaten, but the hostess in you demanded a more intricate design. The indecision tore at you. To buy time, you sprinkled the top with more rice flour.
“Can you get me the trashcan?” Bradley asked, and you nodded, quickly abandoning your project. After you set it beside him and pulled off the cover, he tossed the netting and plastic. You couldn’t help but notice his biceps flex as he shifted the turkey. But you shrunk back when he reached into the cavity and pulled out the giblets and gravy package, shaking your head at his raised eyebrow. He discarded them as you braced yourself, nose scrunching when he removed the neck. “You alright there, Duch?” he teased.
A classic