writeroutoftime

[writeroutoftime]

Of course, this was so fun to write, thanks for requesting it! And thank you so much, that means a lot you think I got Carmy’s voice down! 💛

family help

pairing: carmy berzatto x fem!reader (requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt)

summary: when Carmy goes to propose, everyone at the bear pitches in to make it a special night

warnings: none!

words: 1k

a/n: ahh, my first time posting writing in quite a long time! definitely nervous, but I loved writing for Carmy, especially since it's 4 days until season 4! anyway, I hope you enjoy!

oOoOo

Carmy felt as though he could throw up. Granted, being in the middle of opening a restaurant on a six month-timeline made him want to throw up often, but especially in this moment. He looked around the room at all the people who cared about him. Richie and Fak arguing about where to put the flowers. Tina and Syd bringing out the food. And Sugar keeping a watchful eye on everything.

In that moment, Carmy reached into his pocket, feeling around for the small box. It had become his nervous tick over the past few weeks. Making sure the ring - your ring - was still there. It felt heavy in Carmy's hand, and he couldn't resist taking one more peak at the ring. Hopefully, the last time he would like at it before it found its new home on your finger.

It was Tina who snapped Carmy out of his thoughts. "Let me see the ring again, Jeff." she smiled."

Though he had already shown her the ring, Carmy obliged and angled the box towards Tina. "Now, I just have to pray she says yes."

"Nah, I know she's gonna say yes. You two are strong."

"Thanks, T."

A few hours later, you pushed open the door to The Bear, looking around. "Carmy?" you called out when you didn't see any of the normal bustle for this time at the restaurant.

Walking further into the space, you gasped when you saw a candlelit table framed by your favorite flowers. The door to the kitchen opened softly off to the side, and you turned and saw Carmy.

"Uh, hi." he smiled, running his hand through his hair for what looked like the nth time.

"Hi." you echoed, heart warming at the sight. "So, what's all this? Doesn't look like family to me."

"Right, you're, uh, you're right." he spoke slowly, taking a few steps towards you. "But, I, uh, did have some help."

You took a moment to take a closer look at the table. Not only were your favorite type of flowers, but also all your favorite foods. You smiled softly and turned towards your boyfriend. "What is going on?" you giggled. "It isn't our anniversary. It's not my birthday. It's not your birthday. So, what am I missing?"

"Do I need an excuse to treat my girl to a nice dinner?" he asked, pretending to be wounded by your words.

But Carmy pushed forward and pulled a chair out for you. He gestured for you to take a sit, pushing it back in as you sat. After a quick run to the kitchen, he brought out the main course and took the seat across from you.

The two of you ate, laughed, and caught up. Though you saw him every day, opening The Bear had taken a lot out of him. It was nice to just be with each other. No stress, no menus, nothing.

Eventually, Carmy reached out to grab your hand in his calloused run, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. He gave you his signature, nervous grin, his curls falling in front of his eyes. "Hey, you, um, you look really beautiful tonight."

There was no way to stop your face from heating up at his words.

"And I hope you know how much I love you." Carmy continued.

"I know." you whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm glad." he took a deep breath. "I know this shit with the restaurant has been crazy recently. And I know I haven't been there as much as I should be." he rushed on so you wouldn't interrupt. "But you're on my mind every second of the day. Even when I should be worried about the menu, or plates, or literally anything else, I'm thinking of you.

"It's been that way since our first date. And I have no doubt it's going to stay that way. I want to be by your side for everything that comes next. Restaurant or not. You're my rock, babe. I don't know what I would fucking do without you." he chuckled.

He reached into his jacket and grabbed a small box before shifting to one knee. Your heart was practically in your throat as you watched the scene unfold before you. It was impossible to stop the tears that welled in your eyes.

"Carmy-"

"Just wait, please? Let me get this out." he paused, only continuing when you nodded. "There's a lot I'm not sure about in my life, but the one thing I'm damn sure about is you. So, y/n, will you marry me?"

There was no need to take time to think over your answer or to worry about being eloquent. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you, Carmen Berzatto."

"Fuck, really?" Carmy asked, feeling emotional himself, as if he hadn't expected you to actually agree.

When you repeated your response, he fumbled with the ring, almost dropping it. But he managed to keep hold of it and gentle slid it onto your left ring finger. He took a moment to admire the way it looked there, praying he would never see it off. Looking up at you, he smiled, knowing he was the luckiest man ever.

"I love you." you whispered, pulling Carmy up so you could finally hold him.

"And I love you."

As the two of you leaned into kiss, you yelped in surprise when there was a barrage of cheering and yelling that came from the kitchen. Whipping your head in that direction, your head falling against Carmy's shoulder, laughing as you saw your friends - your family - pour into the dining room.

"I told you I had help." Carmy whispered in your ear, chuckling himself.

It didn't take long for the two of you to became separated as Sydney and Sugar gushed over your ring and Richie and Fak were clapping Carmy on the back. Despite the chaos, it was perfect, and you paused to savor the moment. Carmy managed a glance at you over his shoulder and winked. Yeah, you knew everything would be alright.

[writeroutoftime]

Lee, thank you so much!! 🥹 And right? I know it doesn’t make sense for where the show is now but I wish we could see Carmy like this lol.

But seriously, you are so sweet, and this really made my day! Thank you so much for reading and your very thoughtful comments! I’m so happy you enjoyed!

family help

pairing: carmy berzatto x fem!reader (requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt)

summary: when Carmy goes to propose, everyone at the bear pitches in to make it a special night

warnings: none!

words: 1k

a/n: ahh, my first time posting writing in quite a long time! definitely nervous, but I loved writing for Carmy, especially since it's 4 days until season 4! anyway, I hope you enjoy!

oOoOo

Carmy felt as though he could throw up. Granted, being in the middle of opening a restaurant on a six month-timeline made him want to throw up often, but especially in this moment. He looked around the room at all the people who cared about him. Richie and Fak arguing about where to put the flowers. Tina and Syd bringing out the food. And Sugar keeping a watchful eye on everything.

In that moment, Carmy reached into his pocket, feeling around for the small box. It had become his nervous tick over the past few weeks. Making sure the ring - your ring - was still there. It felt heavy in Carmy's hand, and he couldn't resist taking one more peak at the ring. Hopefully, the last time he would like at it before it found its new home on your finger.

It was Tina who snapped Carmy out of his thoughts. "Let me see the ring again, Jeff." she smiled."

Though he had already shown her the ring, Carmy obliged and angled the box towards Tina. "Now, I just have to pray she says yes."

"Nah, I know she's gonna say yes. You two are strong."

"Thanks, T."

A few hours later, you pushed open the door to The Bear, looking around. "Carmy?" you called out when you didn't see any of the normal bustle for this time at the restaurant.

Walking further into the space, you gasped when you saw a candlelit table framed by your favorite flowers. The door to the kitchen opened softly off to the side, and you turned and saw Carmy.

"Uh, hi." he smiled, running his hand through his hair for what looked like the nth time.

"Hi." you echoed, heart warming at the sight. "So, what's all this? Doesn't look like family to me."

"Right, you're, uh, you're right." he spoke slowly, taking a few steps towards you. "But, I, uh, did have some help."

You took a moment to take a closer look at the table. Not only were your favorite type of flowers, but also all your favorite foods. You smiled softly and turned towards your boyfriend. "What is going on?" you giggled. "It isn't our anniversary. It's not my birthday. It's not your birthday. So, what am I missing?"

"Do I need an excuse to treat my girl to a nice dinner?" he asked, pretending to be wounded by your words.

But Carmy pushed forward and pulled a chair out for you. He gestured for you to take a sit, pushing it back in as you sat. After a quick run to the kitchen, he brought out the main course and took the seat across from you.

The two of you ate, laughed, and caught up. Though you saw him every day, opening The Bear had taken a lot out of him. It was nice to just be with each other. No stress, no menus, nothing.

Eventually, Carmy reached out to grab your hand in his calloused run, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. He gave you his signature, nervous grin, his curls falling in front of his eyes. "Hey, you, um, you look really beautiful tonight."

There was no way to stop your face from heating up at his words.

"And I hope you know how much I love you." Carmy continued.

"I know." you whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm glad." he took a deep breath. "I know this shit with the restaurant has been crazy recently. And I know I haven't been there as much as I should be." he rushed on so you wouldn't interrupt. "But you're on my mind every second of the day. Even when I should be worried about the menu, or plates, or literally anything else, I'm thinking of you.

"It's been that way since our first date. And I have no doubt it's going to stay that way. I want to be by your side for everything that comes next. Restaurant or not. You're my rock, babe. I don't know what I would fucking do without you." he chuckled.

He reached into his jacket and grabbed a small box before shifting to one knee. Your heart was practically in your throat as you watched the scene unfold before you. It was impossible to stop the tears that welled in your eyes.

"Carmy-"

"Just wait, please? Let me get this out." he paused, only continuing when you nodded. "There's a lot I'm not sure about in my life, but the one thing I'm damn sure about is you. So, y/n, will you marry me?"

There was no need to take time to think over your answer or to worry about being eloquent. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you, Carmen Berzatto."

"Fuck, really?" Carmy asked, feeling emotional himself, as if he hadn't expected you to actually agree.

When you repeated your response, he fumbled with the ring, almost dropping it. But he managed to keep hold of it and gentle slid it onto your left ring finger. He took a moment to admire the way it looked there, praying he would never see it off. Looking up at you, he smiled, knowing he was the luckiest man ever.

"I love you." you whispered, pulling Carmy up so you could finally hold him.

"And I love you."

As the two of you leaned into kiss, you yelped in surprise when there was a barrage of cheering and yelling that came from the kitchen. Whipping your head in that direction, your head falling against Carmy's shoulder, laughing as you saw your friends - your family - pour into the dining room.

"I told you I had help." Carmy whispered in your ear, chuckling himself.

It didn't take long for the two of you to became separated as Sydney and Sugar gushed over your ring and Richie and Fak were clapping Carmy on the back. Despite the chaos, it was perfect, and you paused to savor the moment. Carmy managed a glance at you over his shoulder and winked. Yeah, you knew everything would be alright.

[writeroutoftime]

Aww K, thank you so much!! 🥰 You are so sweet and this really means a lot! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!

family help

pairing: carmy berzatto x fem!reader (requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt)

summary: when Carmy goes to propose, everyone at the bear pitches in to make it a special night

warnings: none!

words: 1k

a/n: ahh, my first time posting writing in quite a long time! definitely nervous, but I loved writing for Carmy, especially since it's 4 days until season 4! anyway, I hope you enjoy!

oOoOo

Carmy felt as though he could throw up. Granted, being in the middle of opening a restaurant on a six month-timeline made him want to throw up often, but especially in this moment. He looked around the room at all the people who cared about him. Richie and Fak arguing about where to put the flowers. Tina and Syd bringing out the food. And Sugar keeping a watchful eye on everything.

In that moment, Carmy reached into his pocket, feeling around for the small box. It had become his nervous tick over the past few weeks. Making sure the ring - your ring - was still there. It felt heavy in Carmy's hand, and he couldn't resist taking one more peak at the ring. Hopefully, the last time he would like at it before it found its new home on your finger.

It was Tina who snapped Carmy out of his thoughts. "Let me see the ring again, Jeff." she smiled."

Though he had already shown her the ring, Carmy obliged and angled the box towards Tina. "Now, I just have to pray she says yes."

"Nah, I know she's gonna say yes. You two are strong."

"Thanks, T."

A few hours later, you pushed open the door to The Bear, looking around. "Carmy?" you called out when you didn't see any of the normal bustle for this time at the restaurant.

Walking further into the space, you gasped when you saw a candlelit table framed by your favorite flowers. The door to the kitchen opened softly off to the side, and you turned and saw Carmy.

"Uh, hi." he smiled, running his hand through his hair for what looked like the nth time.

"Hi." you echoed, heart warming at the sight. "So, what's all this? Doesn't look like family to me."

"Right, you're, uh, you're right." he spoke slowly, taking a few steps towards you. "But, I, uh, did have some help."

You took a moment to take a closer look at the table. Not only were your favorite type of flowers, but also all your favorite foods. You smiled softly and turned towards your boyfriend. "What is going on?" you giggled. "It isn't our anniversary. It's not my birthday. It's not your birthday. So, what am I missing?"

"Do I need an excuse to treat my girl to a nice dinner?" he asked, pretending to be wounded by your words.

But Carmy pushed forward and pulled a chair out for you. He gestured for you to take a sit, pushing it back in as you sat. After a quick run to the kitchen, he brought out the main course and took the seat across from you.

The two of you ate, laughed, and caught up. Though you saw him every day, opening The Bear had taken a lot out of him. It was nice to just be with each other. No stress, no menus, nothing.

Eventually, Carmy reached out to grab your hand in his calloused run, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. He gave you his signature, nervous grin, his curls falling in front of his eyes. "Hey, you, um, you look really beautiful tonight."

There was no way to stop your face from heating up at his words.

"And I hope you know how much I love you." Carmy continued.

"I know." you whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm glad." he took a deep breath. "I know this shit with the restaurant has been crazy recently. And I know I haven't been there as much as I should be." he rushed on so you wouldn't interrupt. "But you're on my mind every second of the day. Even when I should be worried about the menu, or plates, or literally anything else, I'm thinking of you.

"It's been that way since our first date. And I have no doubt it's going to stay that way. I want to be by your side for everything that comes next. Restaurant or not. You're my rock, babe. I don't know what I would fucking do without you." he chuckled.

He reached into his jacket and grabbed a small box before shifting to one knee. Your heart was practically in your throat as you watched the scene unfold before you. It was impossible to stop the tears that welled in your eyes.

"Carmy-"

"Just wait, please? Let me get this out." he paused, only continuing when you nodded. "There's a lot I'm not sure about in my life, but the one thing I'm damn sure about is you. So, y/n, will you marry me?"

There was no need to take time to think over your answer or to worry about being eloquent. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you, Carmen Berzatto."

"Fuck, really?" Carmy asked, feeling emotional himself, as if he hadn't expected you to actually agree.

When you repeated your response, he fumbled with the ring, almost dropping it. But he managed to keep hold of it and gentle slid it onto your left ring finger. He took a moment to admire the way it looked there, praying he would never see it off. Looking up at you, he smiled, knowing he was the luckiest man ever.

"I love you." you whispered, pulling Carmy up so you could finally hold him.

"And I love you."

As the two of you leaned into kiss, you yelped in surprise when there was a barrage of cheering and yelling that came from the kitchen. Whipping your head in that direction, your head falling against Carmy's shoulder, laughing as you saw your friends - your family - pour into the dining room.

"I told you I had help." Carmy whispered in your ear, chuckling himself.

It didn't take long for the two of you to became separated as Sydney and Sugar gushed over your ring and Richie and Fak were clapping Carmy on the back. Despite the chaos, it was perfect, and you paused to savor the moment. Carmy managed a glance at you over his shoulder and winked. Yeah, you knew everything would be alright.

[writeroutoftime]

family help

pairing: carmy berzatto x fem!reader (requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt)

summary: when Carmy goes to propose, everyone at the bear pitches in to make it a special night

warnings: none!

words: 1k

a/n: ahh, my first time posting writing in quite a long time! definitely nervous, but I loved writing for Carmy, especially since it's 4 days until season 4! anyway, I hope you enjoy!

oOoOo

Carmy felt as though he could throw up. Granted, being in the middle of opening a restaurant on a six month-timeline made him want to throw up often, but especially in this moment. He looked around the room at all the people who cared about him. Richie and Fak arguing about where to put the flowers. Tina and Syd bringing out the food. And Sugar keeping a watchful eye on everything.

In that moment, Carmy reached into his pocket, feeling around for the small box. It had become his nervous tick over the past few weeks. Making sure the ring - your ring - was still there. It felt heavy in Carmy's hand, and he couldn't resist taking one more peak at the ring. Hopefully, the last time he would like at it before it found its new home on your finger.

It was Tina who snapped Carmy out of his thoughts. "Let me see the ring again, Jeff." she smiled."

Though he had already shown her the ring, Carmy obliged and angled the box towards Tina. "Now, I just have to pray she says yes."

"Nah, I know she's gonna say yes. You two are strong."

"Thanks, T."

A few hours later, you pushed open the door to The Bear, looking around. "Carmy?" you called out when you didn't see any of the normal bustle for this time at the restaurant.

Walking further into the space, you gasped when you saw a candlelit table framed by your favorite flowers. The door to the kitchen opened softly off to the side, and you turned and saw Carmy.

"Uh, hi." he smiled, running his hand through his hair for what looked like the nth time.

"Hi." you echoed, heart warming at the sight. "So, what's all this? Doesn't look like family to me."

"Right, you're, uh, you're right." he spoke slowly, taking a few steps towards you. "But, I, uh, did have some help."

You took a moment to take a closer look at the table. Not only were your favorite type of flowers, but also all your favorite foods. You smiled softly and turned towards your boyfriend. "What is going on?" you giggled. "It isn't our anniversary. It's not my birthday. It's not your birthday. So, what am I missing?"

"Do I need an excuse to treat my girl to a nice dinner?" he asked, pretending to be wounded by your words.

But Carmy pushed forward and pulled a chair out for you. He gestured for you to take a sit, pushing it back in as you sat. After a quick run to the kitchen, he brought out the main course and took the seat across from you.

The two of you ate, laughed, and caught up. Though you saw him every day, opening The Bear had taken a lot out of him. It was nice to just be with each other. No stress, no menus, nothing.

Eventually, Carmy reached out to grab your hand in his calloused run, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. He gave you his signature, nervous grin, his curls falling in front of his eyes. "Hey, you, um, you look really beautiful tonight."

There was no way to stop your face from heating up at his words.

"And I hope you know how much I love you." Carmy continued.

"I know." you whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm glad." he took a deep breath. "I know this shit with the restaurant has been crazy recently. And I know I haven't been there as much as I should be." he rushed on so you wouldn't interrupt. "But you're on my mind every second of the day. Even when I should be worried about the menu, or plates, or literally anything else, I'm thinking of you.

"It's been that way since our first date. And I have no doubt it's going to stay that way. I want to be by your side for everything that comes next. Restaurant or not. You're my rock, babe. I don't know what I would fucking do without you." he chuckled.

He reached into his jacket and grabbed a small box before shifting to one knee. Your heart was practically in your throat as you watched the scene unfold before you. It was impossible to stop the tears that welled in your eyes.

"Carmy-"

"Just wait, please? Let me get this out." he paused, only continuing when you nodded. "There's a lot I'm not sure about in my life, but the one thing I'm damn sure about is you. So, y/n, will you marry me?"

There was no need to take time to think over your answer or to worry about being eloquent. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you, Carmen Berzatto."

"Fuck, really?" Carmy asked, feeling emotional himself, as if he hadn't expected you to actually agree.

When you repeated your response, he fumbled with the ring, almost dropping it. But he managed to keep hold of it and gentle slid it onto your left ring finger. He took a moment to admire the way it looked there, praying he would never see it off. Looking up at you, he smiled, knowing he was the luckiest man ever.

"I love you." you whispered, pulling Carmy up so you could finally hold him.

"And I love you."

As the two of you leaned into kiss, you yelped in surprise when there was a barrage of cheering and yelling that came from the kitchen. Whipping your head in that direction, your head falling against Carmy's shoulder, laughing as you saw your friends - your family - pour into the dining room.

"I told you I had help." Carmy whispered in your ear, chuckling himself.

It didn't take long for the two of you to became separated as Sydney and Sugar gushed over your ring and Richie and Fak were clapping Carmy on the back. Despite the chaos, it was perfect, and you paused to savor the moment. Carmy managed a glance at you over his shoulder and winked. Yeah, you knew everything would be alright.

[writeroutoftime]

aww I love to see Jack being the one with baby fever, this is so freaking cute!! 🥰

summary: jack has baby fever. that it. that’s the tweet

jack abbot x nurse reader

warnings: hospital setting, talks of injury, talks of children, jack down bad, suggestive language, milf and dilfs in training

your night hadn’t been anything special at work just the standard trying to get beds cleared up, that was until a mother walks in with her three year old and a 10 day old baby. her three year old had fallen out of his bed and bumped his head in the middle of the night. the mother looked so exhausted and there was no dad in sight.

you slide open the curtain to get a bit of history, administer some children’s tylenol and take the toddlers vitals. talking to the mom you find out the new baby was born over a video call as her husband was deployed right now and couldn’t get home, she had clearly been running on fumes, she has help usually during the day but at night is when it’s really hard for her. ellis comes in to assess and decides that a ct should be ordered just in case. the mom is clearly torn about being with her toddler and her new baby. you take a look down at the baby sleeping in the car seat and before you can even think about it your offering. “i can watch her so you can be with him?” the mom thinks about it before she’s nodding with a “sure”

you take the car seat back to the nurses station and put it down on the desk next to you, and get to work on some charting. the baby starts to squawk letting you know she’s not pleased with something so you don’t hesitate to unbuckle her from the car seat and pick her up to soothe her, she settles falling asleep on your chest so you get back to work. you don’t feel his eyes on you while you do.

ellis and walsh come up to the nurses station. “girl your exploding ovaries over here” ellis says. “yeah especially abbot’s” walsh jokes. you look up at her with a roll of your eyes “yeah, right. it’s not me it’s the baby. she’s so good for a newborn.” and give her a shake of your head. “he has not taken his eyes off of you since you took her out of her carrier” you turn around and chance a look at your husband, and annoyingly the girls were right. he’s looking at you with something extra in his eye. not even looking away while he’s talking to shen about something. you give him a little smile letting him know that you caught him staring again.

everyone leaves you to work with your little assistant still sleeping on your chest. her mom and brother should be back from radiology soon, but not before jack comes over. he’s looking down at you from where he’s standing. “that looks, insanely good on you” you blush at him. “oh yeah? scale of 1 to 10, 10 being that red dress you like so much?” you just started the discussions of having kids of your own, both deciding that the time was right, just needing the biology of it all to be in your favour. he sticks his tongue in his cheek to stop the smile he wants to give you. shaking his head with it.

you notice the toddler and his mom are being wheeled back to the exam room. “i should check if they need anything” jack stops you before you get up. “no you stay i’ve got it”

he walks in and checks in with the mom, she says they’re all good but stops him before he leaves. “who would i talk to about giving our nurse recognition? she made my life so much easier tonight, not by just taking my baby so i could be with him, but she let me vent and ramble about my life and made me feel like i mattered. even though we are in the emergency room this is the most my mind has been at ease in two weeks, and now she’s taking good care of my baby out there, i think if there is anything i can do that can get her something i want to do it.” jack looks out at where you are, now standing and bouncing with the baby. “i can make sure she’s taken care of, we have some peer recognition systems in place. if you want there are patient satisfaction surveys online at the hospital website as well” he turns back to the mom with a nod. “your results should be in soon. just ring the bell if you need anything.”

results come back in and it is just a bump on the little boys head so you’re getting discharge papers all ready and buckling the little girl back into her car seat for her mom, making sure her hat is on and the blanket is tucked around her so that she doesn’t get a chill when they step out into the brisk early morning. your heading to the room with your hands a bit full so jack stops to grab the car seat out of your hands, and you won’t lie watching him carry that is doing something for you, but you have to keep it professional so you head in with the usual “if any thing changes come back to see us” your turning to the little boy “hey buddy do you want a sticker? i have dinosaurs and trucks. he nods and chooses his sticker. “can my sister have one too?” you smile at him “of course why don’t you pick one for her and keep it safe” the mom stands and gets her crew ready to go. “thank you for taking such good care of us” she grabs your hand and gives it a little squeeze. “it is no problem at all. i hope you can get a bit of sleep tonight.” with that she’s heading out the door heading home.

jack turns to you. “you really have to stop that you know” you look at him confused. “stop what?” he looks down in your eyes. “having all that compassion, you’re making the rest of us look bad. that mom all but handed me your next recognition award when i went in to see her” you blush and grumble a bit “seriously i’m just doing my job” he tucks a strand of hair out of your eyes. “i know you are, but you’re really good at it, just like you were really good with that baby.” he couldn’t not bring it up. you smile a bit shyly at him. “jack abbot do you have baby fever?” he laughs at that. “yes, actually i do. really bad. ever since you agreed to have one it’s all i can think about, shifts over in half an hour, lets see what we can do to break the fever” you smack his chest and roll your eyes. “meet you at the desk in thirty and then you are taking me home, i’ll see what i can do about that fever.”

[writeroutoftime]

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okay this is just so freaking cute, and made my heart very happy to read! 🥰

tuesday afternoon. | robby x f!reader

⁂ pairing: dr. michael 'robby' robinavitch x f!reader word count: 1,450 warnings: fluff, baby robinavitch, postpartum, parental dynamics, minor mentions of stitches but doesn't say where, robby blushes™, dana is the mvp, no use of y/n, no physical descriptions of reader, no beta, all mistakes are my own summary: the emergency department never slows down—except, perhaps, when you walk in carrying home on your chest. ⤷ ao3: linked

A/N: this is just indulgent fluff, call it hormones, call it who knows what - but this is what I needed, hopefully you enjoy it too!

It’s a Tuesday afternoon.

You weren’t planning on stopping at the hospital.

You really weren’t. The original goal had been to just get out. Get air. Get movement. Stop the walls from closing in and a chance to shake off the static of sleep deprivation, baby spit up and the endless stream of doorbell notifications from parcels you don’t even remember ordering. And Robby—sweet, half distracted, back at work after barely being home five minutes the night before—had left his badge sitting by the coffee maker, right next to the box of protein bars he’d swore he’d take with him and didn’t.

You’d picked up both on your way out.

Two birds. One stone. And a walk that wasn’t from the nursery to the kitchen for the hundredth time.

It was a reasonable walk to the hospital. Long enough to feel like something. Not so far your OB would file a formal complaint. And the baby? Still and content, wrapped to your chest—sleepy, warm, and milk-drunk. You’d been cleared for physical activity the day before. Doctor’s order. Well, depending which doctor—the one sharing your bed seems to think you should still be on bed rest.

You barely make it past the welcome desk of the hospital before you catch the eye of one of the junior nurses as she glances up, does a double take, and disappears down a hallway like she’s just witnessed some emergency.

You exhale. “Here we go.”

Thirty seconds later, barely on the cusp of the threshold of the emergency department, Robby appears. Walking, but at that rigid stepped up pace that he gets when he’s pretending to be worried for the sake of those around him. Like he’s technically calm but absolutely not. His eyes flick across the rows of chairs until they land on you—as you make your way around to meet him—then drop to the baby on your chest.

She’s asleep. You’re fine. No one is crying or bleeding.

Still, he picks up speed like it’s a code blue until he’s in front of you.

“You okay?” he asks, voice low but tight.

You hold up his badge.

“You left this. And I didn’t feel like ordering a lunch I’d forget to eat. So walked, figured we’d pick something up after dropping this off.”

Robby doesn’t take the badge right away. He looks at you—really looks. Takes in the sunglasses perched on your forehead, running shoes on with your jacket half zipped, eyes bright, but standing steady.

“You walked?” he asks, more alarmed than if you’d just announced you’d hitchhiked on the back of a motorcycle.

You nod, shifting slightly, wincing just enough that you hope he doesn’t notice. He does.

His brow furrows deeper. “Wait—are your stitches okay?”

You exhale through your nose. “Fine. Just… tugged the wrong way.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t press.

“We walked,” you say again, like repetition will soften the truth.

“That’s—what, two miles?”

You fight rolling your eyes. You know he cares.

“Two and a bit. Mostly flat.” You smirk. “And before you pull rank on me, Doctor Robinavitch, remember—I was cleared yesterday.” You raise an eyebrow. “You were the one who kept telling me I needed to listen to the doctor.”

“I meant—” he knows he has no argument here, “I just worry, and you brought her here.” he’s not angry, not really, just… Robby. All protectiveness and overthinking wrapped in sarcasm.

“She slept the whole time,” you say, glancing down. The baby is warm against you, one hand curled into your shirt. “We came in through the back entrance. Didn’t lick any patients.”

Robby, unable to switch it off, sighs, “Don’t make this a thing,” you murmur. “I just missed you. And you forgot your crap. And I wanted air.”

That last bit lands. Robby nods slowly. Then finally he steps closer, one hand coming up—not to touch you, but just hovering, fingers twitching like they want to. Like he’s still learning the rules of what this version of you two—now three—looks like in public. As if seeing you here, where the two of you don’t belong, has short-circuited him a little.

Robby exhales slowly, it’s not quite defeat—but it’s close.

“Still,” he says, eyeing your daughter, “she’s only four weeks.”

“And snug as a bug,” you say, glancing down. The tiny human between you is snoring softly. “Didn’t even stir.” You press his ID badge to his chest.

He takes it with a thank you, muttering something about he hates manually logging in to the system and none of the temporary badges ever work right. You smile.

“See?” you say. “I saved you from having to call IT. Again. Heroic, really.”

“You could have just texted, I’d have been fine.”

“Yeah,” you say with a shrug, “but then I’d still be home covered in formula and half-resenting your freedom. This was nicer.”

Robby’s mouth pulls to one side. “You’re not supposed to be doing too much yet.”

“I’m not. Just enough.” You lean into him slightly. “Although… I was thinking, if I’m not too wiped out later, maybe you could remind me of some of that physical activity that got us into his position in the first place.”

He freezes. And blushes. Blushes.

You grin. It was the effect you wanted your words to have.

He clears his throat. Fidgets with the badge. Avoids eye contact—he knows it’ll only deepen the blush when he sees the spark in your eyes and your tongue-in-cheek smile.

“I have that admin meeting when Jack arrives for turnover.”

You feign disappointment. “Shame.”

He shifts his weight, rubs the back of his neck as he looks back to the doors to the emergency department that are swinging shut, then back at you.

“You should go home. Before she wakes up and decides you owe her for dragging her across town.”

“She’s living rent-free. I think we’re square.”

His expression softens, but there’s still that undercurrent—like part of him doesn’t want to let you leave just yet. His hand moves down to your waist, where it rests gently at your hip.

You let yourself linger there a little longer.

When he pulls back, his hand brushes over the curve of the baby cocooned in the wrap, one last sweep over your daughter’s hair. He steps back, his badge now clipped to his hoodie, he takes a deep breath and as you’re both about to say your goodbyes—maybe add in an extra bit of flirting for the road—when a familiar voice pipes up behind you.

“Well would you look at this,” Dana says sauntering up from behind the intake desk like definitely wasn’t watching your entire exchange. “If it isn’t our littlest future chief of emergency medicine.”

You smile as she leans in to peer at the baby—you angle her for Dana to get a better look—she lowers her voice to a whisper like she’s afraid to wake her.

“She’s so stinkin’ cute,” Dana murmurs, grinning at the tiny fist now poking out of the wrap. “Got his nose though. Poor thing.”

Robby rolls his eyes, she doesn’t have his nose—she’s all you. Dana pats his shoulder.

“She here to drop off your badge?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yup,” you say. “Figured we’d get some air at the same time. She slept the entire way here.”

Dana gives Robby a sideways glance, “No traumas. I hear the cafeteria special’s passable today.”

Robby lifts a brow. “Is that your way of telling me to go eat?”

“It’s my way of telling you to take your partner for lunch while the ED isn’t on fire,” she says plainly. “And while that baby is still knocked out.”

“Wait—you letting him loose from the ED Dana?” you ask.

Dana shrugs with the casual authority of knowing who exactly it is who runs the ED, “If anyone asks, it’s a consult.”

Then she smirks and walks away, already tapping open her tablet like she just didn’t play fairy godmother in scrubs.

Robby watches her go then turns to you.

“Want to split a grilled cheese and let me stare at you for twenty minutes before I have to go back to being responsible for other people’s lives?”

You pretend to think it over, then adjust the baby wrap just slightly.

“Only if my date is buying.”

“I’ll even throw in a pudding cup.”

Your smile widens, “You sure know the way to a girls heart.”

Robby offers his arm like the sentimental goof he is. You link yours through it and the two of you start toward the cafeteria

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BENEDICT BRIDGERTON & SOPHIE BAEK

Benedict had never been a superstitious man, and he’d certainly never thought himself the sort with a sixth sense, but once or twice in his life, he’d experienced a strange surge of awareness, a sort of mystical tingling feeling that warned him that something important was afoot. The first time had been the day his father had died. The second time it had happened, however, the feeling had been completely different. It had been the night of his mother’s masquerade, right before he’d seen the woman in the silver dress. Like the time before, the sensation had started in his arms and legs, but instead of feeling numb, this time he felt an odd tingling, as if he’d just suddenly come alive after years of sleepwalking. Then he’d turned and seen her, and he’d known she was the reason he was there that night; the reason he lived in England; hell, the very reason he’d been born. —Chapter eleven. An Offer From a Gentleman.

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Oh my gosh this is literally amazing!! I love your writing because I can so clearly see it actually being part of a Peaky Blinder’s episode - you really have a great grasp on Tommy’s voice!

I definitely gasped when I read that she married Alfie lol but I loved their back and forth dialogue during the first meeting. And how sweet (yet just slightly sinister, hello dark!Tommy) that last meeting was.

Double Cigarette Occassion

Tommy Shelby x female reader

Tommy Shelby Masterlist

Summary: You and Tommy have an undeniable attraction to one another, but circumstances have always kept you apart. How far would he go to make you his?

A/N: Ty to @runnning-outof-time for this request based on the song "Double Cigarette" by Allan Rayman.

Warning: hint of dark!Tommy

Quickening your pace along the empty streets of Birmingham, your eyes darted cautiously down each narrow alley for the hungry wolves surely lying in wait. Keenly aware that Tommy's protection no longer extended to you, you clutched the beaded handbag concealing your pistol tightly to your body. And with the fear providing ample distraction, you soon found yourself in front of a familiar haunt, the Garrison.

You hesitated slightly before stepping off the curb, wondering if you should have agreed to the meeting after a year of silence between you. It was then that the clouds parted to reveal the eery glow of a blood moon and what should have acted as an omen became an irresistible beacon urging you on.

Elbowing your way through the dense crowd of bodies in the dimly lit room, you found your way to the back where you knew he'd be waiting. As if on cue, a veil of smoke parted to reveal a pair of sharp blue eyes staring back at you and locking you firmly into place where you stood. He'd always had that effect on you and yet you couldn't remember it ever feeling quite so intense.

Your former employer stamped out his cigarette and rose to offer you a chair with uncharacteristic formality. "Thank you for coming," he began cordially, voice smooth and clear despite the smell of whisky on his breath as he lingered behind you to help remove your coat.

As your dress slipped from your shoulder to reveal a patch of bare skin, you gasped, clutching for the fabric anxiously to return it to its rightful place. You knew all too well that Tommy Shelby wasn't the sort of man who enjoyed teasing. However, he refrained from speaking, the lingering warmth of his body heat the only thing exchanged between you.

Staring down at your wedding ring, you began twisting it nervously as you ventured, "What's this about, Tom?"

Plucking a fresh cigarette from the crumpled pack at his elbow and placing it upon his lips, he merely shrugged. "I wanted to see ya again."

"Yes, but why?" you wondered aloud as he offered you a drag, an old habit that never quite died. "You know I'm a married woman now," you whispered on a low breath which he swore was laced with regret.

As he accepted the cigarette from your slender fingers, his eyes drifted from yours and he suddenly seemed very far away. "I'm happy for you," Tommy replied flatly.

"Look me in the eye if you're going to lie to me," you challenged.

Tommy raised his head slowly and deliberately in compliance, eyes meeting yours in a steely stare as he asked, "Did you get my wedding present?"

You scoffed as you pictured the intricately wrapped box holding a single butcher's knife. "That wasn't a present, that was a threat," you clarified, pursing your lips into a pout of disapproval.

"To let him know I'd be watching if he hurt you," Tommy stated, pointing his cigarette at you to punctuate the remark.

"Careful, you're starting to sound jealous," you taunted, unable to bite your tongue at his hypocrisy. The only reason you'd ended up in Alfie's arms was Tommy's relationship with Grace.

"You're right," he acquiesced. "Every time you talk, all I can think of is your mouth on mine," he confessed in a hoarse whisper full of need. His hand reached for yours across the table, but your fingers twitched anxiously at the contact and you pulled away moments later.

"You shouldn't say things like that," you scolded softly, eyes betraying you as they lingered on his lips.

"Careful, someone might think you actually want me," Tommy countered using your turn of phrase against you.

"If you don't stop talking, I might just kiss you to make you shut up!" you retorted playfully.

That earned a roguish grin from Tommy and he gave you a moment of reprieve as he motioned to Harry for another round. "Rum?" he asked.

You huffed out a little laugh before raising your brows in suspicion, "You know Alfie says rum's for fun and fucking."

"Which did you come for, sweetheart?" he asked, looking pleased with himself. The smirk tugging at his lips was a familiar remnant of the past, the kind of grin he flashed when he knew his charm was winning.

But he was no longer acquainted with the girl who would swooned over his bravado. Now a respected businesswoman and faithful wife, you prided yourself on making wiser choices.

Tommy knew nothing of your life in Camden and didn't appear to want to learn which is why you decided to leave. "This isn't the sort of conversation I came for," you mumbled. Leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, you gathered your things.

"You're leaving?" Tommy asked, unwilling to accept your goodbye.

"When every sentence is tip toeing toward fornication? Yes, I have to leave," you stated bluntly.

"You think I won't chase after you?" Tommy called out in a bold, clear voice that made you blush.

You turned to face him, hands smoothing his rumpled shirt front as you agreed, "That's the problem, I know you will."

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When Alfie made you promise to stay away from Small Heath you wondered if it was his pride he was protecting more than you. It didn't take a mindreader to see the unspoken jealousy lingering in his eyes. And though he knew he'd never have your love, Alfie demanded loyalty.

You accepted the conditions of your marriage much like a prisoner resigned to a long sentence and found happiness elsewhere. There was more than enough to occupy your time between the bakery and your charity work in the community.

In this way, time passed rather quickly until Alfie began talking about retirement. He bought Margate on a whim after you once noted the lovely color of the sea on a postcard. It was enough to convince him you'd be happy there. And you were for a time, strolling along the sandy beaches with Alfie and the dogs. A hard won peace blanketed your existence until the fateful day Tommy saw fit to shatter it with a single bullet to Alfie's temple.

It was barely a month before the calls and letters came flooding in. It seemed the only way to make them stop was another visit. This time it was a large manor in Warwickshire, far from the grimy streets you navigated years earlier. How things had changed in five years time.

As Tommy lit a cigarette for you and passed it between his fingertips, you jerked it away harshly. Taking a long drag to steady your nerves you felt ready to confront him.

"You made me a widow," you accused, voice coming out in a sharp register you hardly recognized.

"A rich one," Tommy added cruelly as he stopped to light his own.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, exhausted by the emotional toll of late.

"I want the chance to do what he couldn't...make you happy," Tommy replied, reaching for you and stroking his thumb over the back of your hand in delicate circles.

Suddenly your only instinct was to flee, you couldn't bear the tenderness he'd reserved for this moment. "I can't do this," you exhaled harshly, tearing your hand from his.

"Don't pretend you don't want this too!" Tommy shouted.

You spun around to face him, fire lapping at your insides as you reached up to slap him hard across the face. "Now you fight for me?" you shouted, tears collecting along your lash line that you willed not to fall in front of him. "Where were these declarations when Grace was alive?" you demanded.

Tommy's brow knit with concern. He'd never thought of his marriage to Grace as a choice over you as he proposed long after you'd left to become Queen of Camden Town. Suddenly the details weren't important though, he wanted you to know how sorry he was about the time wasted between you. "I'm going to make you forget all about what we've been through," he promised.

You bit your lip hard, hand sliding off your hip as your guard came down for the first time in years. There was no point in denying what you wanted now, body wracked with nervous shivers.

"You're shaking," Tommy noted as he approached you slowly, his own hand trembling slightly as he reached out to comfort you.

"So are you," you noted, locking eyes with him.

Throwing all caution aside, he hooked your waist and pulled you into him forcefully, devouring you in a long awaited kiss. "You're mine now, say it," he prodded insistently.

And you couldn't help declaring what you'd always known, "I'm yours."

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Can you do angst between Benedict Brdigerton and the reader when she is of the age 21 she severely ill and some unknown disease and Benedict didn't know that her childhood friend once he knew about her death

Hi there! I just want to clarify to make sure I understand what you’re asking. So Benedict and Reader were friends when they were younger? And now she’s ill and he only learns about it once she dies?

Please let me know if this is right or if I totally misunderstood lol.

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Can we have a Steve Harrington x fem reader who were childhood friends but drifted apart due to their inner circles and also because during high school, Steve wasn't exactly the best guy. But during season three, they managed to reconnect, and it wasn't until Eddie purposely put them together at different scenarios where their friendship might be more. Reader admits to Steve that she dosen’t mind if he turns out to be a dork at times because she knows he's being himself or at least tries to gain back his old high school self in terms of popularity.

A Steve request, yay!! I love this, and I’ll get started writing it!

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Hi Rita, congrats on finishing your first year of teaching! I hope you enjoy your time off this summer, relaxing and writing. If you feel inspired, I’d love to know what you’d do with the prompt "I wish you would have stayed away” with Carmy Berzatto.

Thanks again, Lee! It’s definitely weird getting used to having more time but it’s nice. Also, I love this prompt! I have a couple different ideas in mind, I just have to figure out which I like best.

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Ooo hiii if it’s okay, can I please request a bf Carmy x fem!gf reader where he proposes to her at Family? The staff all help him get everything ready, all her favorite foods, decorations, etc, so when Carmy calls her and invites her to come eat with them at Family, it’s all set up🥹 (she says yes ofc!!)

Aww this is so cute! I’ve already started writing it!

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Thanks, Lee! I saw your Carmy request, and I’m very excited to get to it!

Requests Open!

Hello there! I’ve definitely half abandoned this blog for quite some time. Though, I have been reading some lovely stories over the past few weeks! With that said, it’s now summer break and I’m officially done with my first year of teaching!!

With the time that I’ll have, I really want to get back into writing - both my own personal novel and fanfiction! Feel free to send in any requests (just no smut pleases). Here is who I’m feeling inspired to write for:

ACOTAR:

Azriel

Cassian

Eris Vanserra

Lucien Vanserra

Rhysand

The Bear:

Carmy Berzatto

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

MCU:

Jack Thompson (Agent Carter)

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

The Pitt:

Jack Abbot

Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Ted Lasso:

Jamie Tartt

Twisters:

Tyler Owens

Wicked:

Fiyero Tigelaar

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Aww thank you so much, K! I hope you’ve been doing well!

Requests Open!

Hello there! I’ve definitely half abandoned this blog for quite some time. Though, I have been reading some lovely stories over the past few weeks! With that said, it’s now summer break and I’m officially done with my first year of teaching!!

With the time that I’ll have, I really want to get back into writing - both my own personal novel and fanfiction! Feel free to send in any requests (just no smut pleases). Here is who I’m feeling inspired to write for:

ACOTAR:

Azriel

Cassian

Eris Vanserra

Lucien Vanserra

Rhysand

The Bear:

Carmy Berzatto

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

MCU:

Jack Thompson (Agent Carter)

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

The Pitt:

Jack Abbot

Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Ted Lasso:

Jamie Tartt

Twisters:

Tyler Owens

Wicked:

Fiyero Tigelaar

[writeroutoftime]

Requests Open!

Hello there! I’ve definitely half abandoned this blog for quite some time. Though, I have been reading some lovely stories over the past few weeks! With that said, it’s now summer break and I’m officially done with my first year of teaching!!

With the time that I’ll have, I really want to get back into writing - both my own personal novel and fanfiction! Feel free to send in any requests (just no smut pleases). Here is who I’m feeling inspired to write for:

ACOTAR:

Azriel

Cassian

Eris Vanserra

Lucien Vanserra

Rhysand

The Bear:

Carmy Berzatto

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

MCU:

Jack Thompson (Agent Carter)

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

The Pitt:

Jack Abbot

Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Ted Lasso:

Jamie Tartt

Twisters:

Tyler Owens

Wicked:

Fiyero Tigelaar