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Some things never change, but people do
Chapter ten: Spices
Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning: 18+, NSFW
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if he's working with your girlfriend, and you're not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Authorâs note:
I should 100% be doing school stuff, I just am suffering from adhd paralysis...
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CHAPTER NINE
Reblog if you don't use Generative AI to write fanfics/original fics or to create fanart/original art.
the worst part is steve rogers WOULDNâT. he wouldnât leave sam with the responsibility of the shield without being there to support him. he wouldnât go back to a woman who died of old age, had her own life and told him to move on. he wouldnât have ever, not even once, considered leaving bucky â aka his entire world wrapped up in one person â alone, especially after just getting him back. and he wouldnât have decided that heâd fought the good fight enough and retire in suburbia in the decade epitomes for traditional values aka an antitheses to everything he stood for. the real steve rogers would legitimately hate the man marvel put on the screen in endgame. and yet. and yet
Some things never change, but people do
Chapter nine: Stay
Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning: 18+, NSFW
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if he's working with your girlfriend, and you're not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Authorâs note:
Sorry it's been like a week since the last update; I was busy getting drunk celebrating the Kings birthday lol
Sorry it's a little short, am also currently writing my end project for my Creative Business degree. Just didn't want to leave yall waiting any longer.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
TEASER: Signs of life (One shot)
Pairing: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Baran Al-Hashimi
Summary: A week after Robby stars his sabbatical Baran begins receiving photos.
Author's note: Hi, this is just a little bit of a teaser. Full One shot coming soon!
- Baran was the last person to ever expect a call from Robby during his sabbatical â or ever really. But there it is. Itâs not much, just a photo of a sunset across some highway. Nothing written beneath it. She stares at it for a moment, half expecting a âOops, sorry wrong person!â message.
It doesnât come.
She debates not responding. Just deleting the conversation and moving on with her day. Itâs not like they really know each other anyway.
But she saw Robby that day in the ER. Heard everyone talk about how worried they were heâd injure himself. Or worseâŠ
So she sends back a photo of her own view. The book sheâs reading and the cup of tea sheâs drinking.
His response comes the next day. Another photo.
This time itâs of meal. Mashed potatoes, some kind of meat and an enormous amount of green beans. A pint of beer beside it.Â
Probably taken in some kind of dingy side of the road diner by the look of the scuffed table and even worse floor.
Baran stifles the urge to tell him not to drink and drive. And not to ask him where he is.
She debates sending him a photo from the ER. She had finally been cleared by the medical board to resume her duties in the ER. Or as sheâd been told to call it; the Pitt.
Instead she sends back a photo of her front porch as she gets home. Her orange tabby visible through the window behind the swing.
Some things never change, but people do
Chapter eight: Home
Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning: 18+, NSFW
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if he's working with your girlfriend, and you're not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Authorâs note:
This chapter is mainly just Y/N telling her story :) Also Parker will be back next chapter!
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Some things never change, but people do
Chapter seven: Joint
Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning: 18+, NSFW
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if he's working with your girlfriend, and you're not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Authorâs note:
Hihi wanted to casually introduce some double date options for Y/N & Parker.
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CHAPTER SIX
Some things never change, but people do
Chapter six: Picture frame
Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning: 18+, NSFW
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if he's working with your girlfriend, and you're not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Authorâs note:
Sorry it's a little short. The next part will be longer! (And more fun oooopsss)
I still have to watch the latest episode, but I have to wait on my sister AAAAAAA
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CHAPTER FIVE
Some things never change, but people do
Chapter five: Letters
Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning: 18+, NSFW
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if he's working with your girlfriend, and you're not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Authorâs note:
Sorry if this makes no sense, am very sleep deprived lol
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CHAPTER FOUR
âthis isnât a discussion, itâs a monologue. so shut up and listen.â
Some things never change, but people do
Chapter four: Unicorn Girl
Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning: 18+, NSFW
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if he's working with your girlfriend, and you're not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Authorâs note:
Slowly attempting to build out Y/N's worlds outside of Robby and Parker lol.
This is v much for my fellow once thought they were bi, but turns out they were just a lil too deep in the closet still girlies...
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CHAPTER THREE
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Parker had already left for her shift when you came back home from the diner. Your night had ran a little bit longer than usual as you had stayed to drink a cup of coffee with John who had just finished his night shift. That alone told you that Parker wouldnât be waiting for you when you got home.
Itâs why you hate it when she takes a dayshift or a couple of them, like this week. It forced the two of you to basically live like strangers in the same house. Paths crossing, but never colliding.
Hammer is curled up on the couch as you throw yourself on it, groaning at the relieve of finally being off of your feet. Friday nights were always busy, but Karen â the waitress that was supposed to come in at 10 to help with the rushâ called in sick. 10 minutes before her shift started. None of the other staff were able to come in at such short notice. So you had had to work twice as hard.
 Your feet are killing you and despite knowing Parker wouldnât be there when you got home⊠You feel disappointed. Somehow, subconsciously, you had expected her to be here.
You really, really wished you could just cuddle up with her in bed and get a solid, deep 8 hours of sleep. Something you could only really achieve with her by your side. Her steady, solid form pressed against you. An arm wrapped around your waist to keep you pulled in tight.
Whenever you mention it Parker credits the bed, but you know itâs all her.
Itâs been two years since Jack Abott first introduced you guys and you couldnât be more grateful. Still you couldnât wrap your head around the fact that that trauma support group wasnât the first time the two of you had met. Â How had you not realized?
Jack had immediately clocked it, had straight up told you so. Knew he recognized you from somewhere, but hadnât been able to pinpoint where exactly.
The photo album pops back into your head. You were planning to go trough it with Parker, but her shift would be at least another 10 hours. Meaning she wouldnât be home for at least the next 11.
And curiosity was definitely winning.
Three hours later you were still staring at the pictures. Had probably gone through them a hundred times. And  kept coming back to the same one.
It has been taken when you had only just met Robby, because you were holding a little pink dinosaur. Â The one he had given you when you first met and you had lost promptly 3 weeks later.
But the thing that kept drawing you to the picture was your mother. She looked nothing like the woman you remembered. Like the woman in the pictures you had. But it was her. You recognized her eyes â the same ones you saw in the mirrorâ and the small bird tattoo on her arm.
The version of your mom you remembered was all sharp edges and tired eyes. The woman in the picture was nothing of the sort. She had a round cherub face and was smiling brightly at the camera, Robbyâs arm slung around her plump waist and his lips pressed to her cheek. Both of them had a hand resting on your shoulders.
You looked like a real family. Just the sight of it deepened the hole in your chest. She had once been so happy.
Most of the pictures from that first year are of the three of you, but the further you move into the album the lest featured she becomes. The last picture is one of you and Robby, both smiling big, glitters on your cheeks and balloons in your hand. You were wearing a purple dress, with a glittery unicorn on the top part. Beneath it he had written:
Y/Nâs 8th birthday. Unicorn themed for a unicorn girl.
The doorbell rings just as youâre about to go through the album again. You stand up with a groan. Your legs stiff after hours spend in the same position.
Jack stands on the other side of the door when you opened it. You squint your eyes against the burning sun shining on the world behind him.
âWhy arenât you ready?â He asks, frowning as he looks you over.
You look down at yourself. Youâre wearing some worn sweats and an oversized hoodie, âDressed for what?â
âFor the meeting in approximatelyâŠ.â Jack looks at his watch, â30 minutes.â
You curse. You had forgotten the meeting. The trauma support group meets twice a week â once on Tuesday and once on Saturday. Jack and you had been carpooling for a while now. The two of you had hit it off straight away when you first met three years ago, but your bond had really solidified when you started dating Parker.
âI am so sorry,â you groan, âI forgot.â
You gesture at Jack to come in.
âItâs fine,â he chuckles, âThough I wouldnât have minded a heads up. Could have slept a little longer if I knew we werenât going.â
You frown, âWeâre not?â
Jack shakes his head, âNope. Youâve just invited me into your home for the first time. I am not leaving until Iâve inspected the entire thing.â
âYouâve never been inside before?â Jack had picked you up so often, he had to have been inside at some point. But as you rack your brain not a single moment comes to mind.
âI figured you were just a very private person,â Jack says, stopping at the picture frames hung in the entryway. Most were of you and Parker. A couple of your friends, Parkerâs family, your mom. Art pieces dotted between them. The wallpaper behind it was a simple dark red, a warm background for the gold and dark wooden frames.Â
You wonder is Robby would let you keep the unicorn one for the wallâŠ
âI tell you my deepest darkest secrets, but you think coming into my home is too private?â you snort.
Jack rolls his eyes, âPeople have different boundaries.â
âYou let me into your house an hour after we met.â
âI have no boundaries. People donât want to be around my whole depressed grumpy old widow thing. So I donât need them.â
You grin at the man in front of you. He is grumpy old bastard.
âSo do you want a tour?â
âI thought youâd never ask.â
You take him up the stairs first. Show him the two spare bedrooms, the walk in closet and the rarely used second bathroom. Jack inspected everything, from the window sills to the shower drain.
âWow,â Jack said as you swung open the door to you and Parkerâs bedroom. âThis is nice.â
You try to look at the room from his perspective. Through the eyes of someone that has never seen it before. The room was warm, in a dark moody sort of way. The leopard wallpaper on the back wall had hung there since before Parker moved in. The dark red velvet king size boxspring in itâs middle was a shared purchase. The rest of the room was color drenched in the same dark red as the picture wall on the floor below. Most of the dark wooden floor was covered in printed rugs and thrifted animal furs. Decorations were hung along the walls and recently you added a couple of plants.
A cozy cave Parker had called it once.
âThanks,â you say, leaning in the doorway as Jack throws himself onto the bed.
Jack whistles appreciatively, âNow this is a bed.â
âYou donât want to know the price tag on that thing,â you grumbled. Sure it was the most comfortable bed ever, but sometimes you missed your pretty iron bed. The one you had scored for 50 bucks at the thrift.
âI donât want to know the rent on this appartement either I think,â Jack says, âHow on earth youâre affording this much space is beyond me. Especially before Parker.â
âI own it.â You shrug, playing with the ring hanging from your necklace, âGot myself a rich dead husband before I realized I was gay. Remember?â
âOh yes that was it! If only we could all have rich dead husbands instead of dead not rich wives.â He quipped, a tinge of pain in his tone. Sarcasm is a great way to deal with the hurt, but nothing can truly take it away.
Jack was one of the few people who knew about Henry. Knew what he had meant to you. He was the only person you knew that had lost a partner to a similar faith. With him you could joke about it.
He and Parker were the only ones that knew about the inheritance. About the money his parents had given you after his death and the appartement he had left you.
The very appartement you were now standing in. The appartement he had meant for the two of you. Were you were now building your life with Parker.
Bile rose in your throat, tears pricking your eyes. Jack sat up, noticing the shift in your emotions.
âHow about you show me the downstairs. Iâve been dying to see the kitchen where you bake all that delicious stuff.â He sauntered out of the room and towards the stairs.
You welcomed his distraction and showed him the down stairs. The spacious kitchen and gave him a detailed review of the oven. And let him taste test the muffins you were planning on dropping of for the dayshift in a little bit.
Finally you show him to the living room, leaving him there to inspect as you grab something for the both of you to drink.
When you return Jack is looking through the photo album. âI remember the unicorn birthday. Robby was so worried you wouldnât like it. Would find it childish.â
You snort, âI was 8.â
âYou were quite the little lady. It was all Robby talked about.â Jack runs his finger across the picture, chucking as he spots himself in the background. âMy wife made me that headband. All the kids at the party were so jealous of it!â
âYou were at my childrenâs party?â
âYeah Robby needed someone to help him deal with the wild gaggle of kids on a cupcake fueled sugar high.â
You frown, anxiety churning in your gut, your fingers playing with the bracelet on your wrist. âWhy wasnât my mom there?â
Jack stiffens, âYour mom was preparing your move. Robby had to beg her to allow him to throw this party. You left the next day.â
Tears sting your eyes as you fight the hurt  roiling itâs ugly head beneath your skin. You vaguely remembered the birthday. The frosted cupcakes and the unicorn statues you painted with your friends.
That had been your last day with Robby...
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CHAPTER FIVE
Some things never change, but people do (Masterlist)
Pairing(s):Â Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael âRobbyâ Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning:Â 18+, NSFW
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if heâs working with your girlfriend, and youâre not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Note:
This is an ongoing work and will be updated as the chapters are uploaded!
Chapter one: Â Snack drop gone sideways
Chapter two: Sweet distraction
Chapter three: Limited menu
Chapter four: Unicorn Girl
Chapter five: Letters
Chapter six: Picture frame
Chapter seven: Joint
Chapter eight: Home
Chapter nine: Stay
Chapter ten: Spices
Some things never change, but people do
Chapter three: Limited menu
Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning: 18+, NSFW
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if he's working with your girlfriend, and you're not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Authorâs note:
I am definitly avoiding intership assignments to write this. Oops
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CHAPTER TWO
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Youâve always enjoyed the quiet hours between 8 and 10 p.m, when there were barely any people in the diner. Most didnât like the limited menu that was served during the reset hours, but it was necessary to give the kitchen the time to prepare for the night shift rush.
You found out the hard way that the kitchen was far less likely to kill one another that way. And it gave you and the rest of the waitstaff the time to properly clean the tables and toilets. Which tended to get worse for wear throughout the day.
Today you found yourself obsessively checking the clock. It was 08.40 already. Dayshift is usually done with charting and handovers around 8. You know this because doctors and nurses are the dinerâs main reset hour clientele.
Even now the only people sitting in a booth at the back are dressed in scrubs. They werenât ER personnel. You had seen them before, they worked in the oncology ward. Nice people, rough job.
Finally, just as you were restocking the pies, Parker walked in. And she wasnât alone. No, she had brought with her what appears to be all the doctors of the dayshift.
You look at her, eyebrows high with surprise at the large group. The kitchen wasnât going to be happyâŠ
Parker laughs at you, all teeth. She looks tired, but her eyes still twinkle. Good. As long as your girlfriend still had that light in her eyes you knew she was okay. Knew her shift hadnât been too rough. Parker walks over to you, sliding behind the bar with ease and lowers her mouth onto yours.
The kiss is slow and grounding. Her full lips set the pace as you wrap your arms around her neck. You melt into her. Parting your mouth to allow her to slip her tongue into your mouth.
You would have let her fuck you right here on the counter if someone didnât â obviously fake â cough. Parker pulls away with a groan, resting her forehead against yours. She smiles at you slightly, âYouâve got this.â
When you turn back all the doctors are standing on the other side of the counter. You bite your bottom lip, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. âHi, please pick a seat. Iâll be over shortly to take you orders and introduce myself.â
Parker squeezes your ass and moves to follow her colleagues. Theyâre all making to sit in the largest booth in the back. Close to where the other hospital workers are sitting.
You immediately miss her presence at your side, especially when the only one that now stands in front of you is Robby. It takes everything to not run away and hide in the kitchen.
Robbyâs fingers tick against his legs, âHey Kid.â
âHey,â you manage, pointing to the barstools in front of the counter. âPlease sit down. Is there anything I can get you? Coffee?â
Robby sits down, the movement is halted, unsure. âCoffee would be nice.â
You poor him a cup and place it in front of him, âStill take it black?â
He looks up at you, eyes wide, âYou remembered?â
âYes,â you admit, âyou were the first person Iâve ever played tea party with. It left an impression.â It comes out far more casual than you feel. Somehow remembering this about him feels far too intimate. Like youâre exposing some part of you that hasnât seen the light in ages. All you want to do is take it back, push him away, but you promised Parker you wouldnât. That youâd have this conversation as an adult. Had to or else she would keep withholding your orgasm.
Robby smiles at you and you arenât sure if heâs teary-eyed because you remembered or if heâs just extremely tired. Perhaps both. âI remember that too. The tiaraâs and pink feather boaâs.â
âUhm, mine was lilac purple. You always claimed the pink one before I could.â You canât help but smile back.
âThanks for agreeing to meet me,â Robby says, his voice softer then a second ago. Cautious.
Anxiety bubbles up in your stomach. And you look at where Parker is seated, her back to you. Her legs are spread wide and her arms are draped across the back of her coworkersâ seats. Sheâs clearly very comfortable with these people. You wish you could borrow some of her easy-going spirit right now. âNo problem, I am just going to take the other orders and then we can talk,â you say, âAnd you can also get something to eat of course!â You move to grab him a menu, but the movement is too hasted, and you knock over the cup of pens you keep behind the counter. Pens fly across the floor.
You swear under your breath, kneeling to pick them up. Robby is beside you in seconds, swiftly picking up pens. He has gathered most of them by the time youâve managed to stuff 3 back into the cup. Stupid quick ER reflexes.
Robby puts the rest of the pens back and you hold out a menu towards him. âThanks,â he says, opening it as he sits back down again. He pulls a pair of glasses from the front pocket of his scrubs, perching them on the bridge of his nose.
You take a deep breath, attempting to ground yourself and walk over to Parker and the group.
âHi, my name is Y/N. What can I help you with tonight?â You smile your practiced waitress smile. Itâs a warm, inviting sort of smile, designed to put people at ease. âI would like to point out that we are currently only serving a limited menu right now, to account for the kitchen turnover before the night rush starts.â
The group nods, and Parker runs a comforting hand across the bottom of your arm.
âThough I am certain if you have any special requests the kitchen would be happy to accommodate,â as you say it the steady clinking noises from the kitchen halt. You knew those fuckers were listening in, âRight Benjamin?â
Benjamin, a big burly old man, and the diners head chef, sticks his head through the window to the kitchen, âAm not.â
You chuckle, âYes you are. Otherwise, you shouldnât have been listening in on my conversations.â
âFine, whatever boss.â Benjamin is out of view within seconds and the clinging resumes.
âSo, what can I get you guys?â
âYou can tell us a little more about how youâve met Parker,â a woman with braided back, dark red hair and bangs says.
âI already gave you my name, so before I spill all of Pâs secrets, I would love to know yours,â you quip back.
âSecrets huh?â The doctor says, looking pointedly at Parker. She stands up and reaches her hand towards yours, âCassie Mckay, third year resident at PTMC.â
You shake her hand and all the ones that follow. You look them all over again, trying to remember every name and which they belong too.
Cassie Mckay= red hair, bangs, older
Frank Langdon= Looks like the raccoon from Over the Hedge
Trinity Santos= Dark hair, resting bitch face, sarcastic
Dennis Whittaker= gay and sad eyes
Victoria Javadi= Doctor J, from TikTok
Melissa king= soft spoken, blonde
All of them seem nice enough, but you canât help but miss the simplicity of John Shen. You knew exactly what to expect with him.
When you finish taking their orders you kiss Parker, a little longer than is probably okay in public. Especially after the display you two had already put on when theyâd first entered. But you needed it. Needed her.
Youâre about to walk away when Trinity asks, âWhy is Robby sitting somewhere else?â
You freeze. Unsure of what to say. You donât know these people.
Thankfully Parker answers for you, âHe wants the recipe for yesterdayâs chocolate chip cookies and Y/N said she would only give it to him is he beat her in a debate.â
You shrug as nonchalantly as you can manage, âHeâs going to lose.â
The group chuckles at that, but Trinity is still looking at you. Studying you. Her green eyes pinning you to your spot.
âBut Iâll give you the recipe for free if youâd like,â you offer, knowing damned well she has no interest in the recipe. And is trying to figure out what youâre hiding. Youâve only just met her but can tell sheâs crazy perceptive.
Trinity laughs at the offer. Itâs a sarcastic one, but a laugh none the less, âI would prefer it if you just dropped the cookies off. I am no good at baking.â
âI can make them good for a different kind of baking?â you offer, wiggling your brows. âHelp you relax after a long week?â
âNow that is an offer, I canât say no to.â The smile that earns you is genuine and open.
Perhaps youâve managed to pass her test. You wink at the woman, running your fingers across Parkerâs shoulder as you walk away.
âHave you decided what youâd like to eat?â you ask Robby in lieu of a greeting.
The menu is closed in front of him, the coffee cup empty. In his hands heâs holding weathered leatherbound book. âI brought this for you.â
You look at the book heâs now holding out, âA bible?â
Robby chuckles, âYes, I figured you could use God.â
âIs that a homophobic retort, mister Robinavich?â
âAbsolutely, I asked you to please meet me so I could convince you how wrong your relationship with Ellis is.â
âParker,â you correct. âI know the ER is very much last name based, but outside of work she still goes by her real name.â
Robby nods, âParker.â He slides the âbibleâ over to you. âI am not trying to convince you of anything. These are all the pictures I have of you.â
Your eyes dart between the picture album and Robby. Tears prick in your eyes. Pictures. He still has pictures of you and by the look of the album heâs looked at them often.
âI want you to have them.â
âWhy didnât you ever write me back?â you ask. The words are out of your mouth before you even get the chance to consider them. You had an entire plan on how youâd ask him. Had imagined the conversation â and all the ways it could go wrong â for hours after Parker had fallen asleep.
None of those versions included the photo album.
Robby frowns at you, âWhat letters?â
âThe first two years after we moved, I wrote you a letter every week. Telling you about everything Iâd learn in school and the new language. Mom always posted them for me.â You had written over a hundred letters wanting to keep your âdadâ informed. The realization he wouldnât ever send one back had dawned the week before your tenth birthday. You had vowed to hate him foreverâŠ
His face has shifted now, eyes soft, brows knit together and head tilted slightly to the side.
âDid you move?â you ask, but you know the answer already. He hadnât.
âNo.â
A roaring sound in your head. Thoughts scrambling to keep up. Your mom had lied. She lied to you.
You feel Robbyâs hand on your shoulder as he leans across the counter, âI would have written back, kid.â
You rub your palms in your eyes, feeling the wetness. When did you start crying?
âI hate you,â you mumble. His hand stills. âThe hatred is all I have.â
âWhat happened to you kid?â the question isnât one of accusation, itâs one of concern. When you look at Robby his eyes are red and puffy. No doubt like your own. You expect him to tell you off for saying you hate him, but he doesnât. He just keeps his hand on your shoulder. Breathing slow and steady.
You follow his rhythm.
In. Two three.
Out. Two three.
In. Two three.
Out. Two three.
âI uhm. Itâs a long story,â you say regaining some sense of composure.
âOne for another time?â Robby asks, sensing your next words.
You nod, âWhen weâre somewhere more private?â Your eyes dart to the kitchen window.
Robby nods in understanding.
âSoon though,â you promise.
The food starts coming out soon after that and Robby joins his coworkers. Either no one notices both of your red puffy eyes, or everyone is wisely keeping their mouth shut. But with the way Parker is staring them down youâre pretty sure itâs the latter.
Thank the Lord for her.
You stash the picture album in your bag and try not to think about it for the rest of your shift.
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CHAPTER FOUR
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Bonus:
Tea party! Robby
Even though itâs only two chapters.. love your Parker story but I just have to ask lol will R and Robby have a good relationship or not so good?
Hi, Thank you so much! And as for Robby and R (without giving away too much): Robby is the only man that has ever truly felt like her dad. She instantly recognized him after almost 15-20 years. The love is still there, but so is R's hurt and her feelings of abandonement. That is something they'll have to work through and the next chapter will start exploring that. But I think this will give you a hint: Even though R hadn't expected to ever see Robby again she still told Parker about him. About what goodness he had brought into her life and what he had meant to her.
Some things never change, but people do
Chapter two: Sweet distraction
Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning: 18+, NSFW
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if he's working with your girlfriend, and you're not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Authorâs note:
This chapter is 100% porn with plot. Drivin by my sleepdeprived needs.
Feedback is always apreciated.
Not beta'd
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Wordcount: 1891
MASTERLIST
CHAPTER ONE
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You awaken to the smell of hamburgers wafting in through the open living room door. Parker is no longer tucked behind you, instead youâre wrapped in blankets and your cat Hammer is tucked into the backside of your legs.
You yaw, stretching wide. Blinking a couple of times as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. What time is it even? The clock hanging above the mantel reads 10 P.M. Thank god itâs your night off.
âHey baby,â Parker shouts from the kitchen. âYou hungry?â
Your stomach growls loudly in response. âI guess so,â you chuckle, climbing off of the couch and sauntering over to the kitchen.
There you find Parker in some grey sweats, slung low on her delicious lips. A tiny black lacy bralette is the only thing covering her upper half and her locs are thrown up in a bun. Leaving her tattoos on full display. The juxtaposition of masculine and feminine sends a jolt of lust trough you.
Parker smirks, âYou should wear your hair like that more often. Itâs quite an eyecatcher.â
You look at your reflection in the mirror. Your signature winged eyeliner is smudged and youâre hair is basically a birdâs nest. âGreat,â you grumble, âYou look incredible and hot and sexy and I look just as disheveled as I feel.â
Parker frowns, Â turning away from flipping the burgers and towards you. âIs this about Robby?â she asks.
You shrug, âI donât know if I want to talk about that right now.â
âBut I thought we agreed to always talk stuff through.â
You want to tell her off. Tell her you need to handle this yourself and she wouldnât understand. But you worked on yourself to much â and had paid some therapist far too much moneyâ to follow the childish, toxic impulse.
You still really donât want to talk about it.
Parker steps closer to you. Just a couple centimeters more and you could run your fingers across the strong planes of her abdomen. Al the way down to the waistband of her sweats. Preferably a little bit lower.
You close the gap between the two of you. One hand rests on her hip, the other on side of her face. âI promise you we will talk about this. I will tell you exactly how I feel. Truly,â you say. Softly you press a kiss to her lips. âI just need to forget about it for a second first.â
Parker lets out a soft hmm, enjoying your touch. Her hips buck ever so slightly towards you.
âYou look so good,â you coo, fingers trailing up and down the soft curve of her side. Usually youâre on the receiving end of  the sexual affection, but tonight all you want is to taste her sweet cunt and forget about the world for a little while. Just you, Parker and the soft sheets of your bed.
Parker looks at you trough her lashes, her breathing faster than usual, her full bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her left hand ever so slowly moving towards her crotch.
Calmly you place a hand around her wrist, placing her arm back by her side. âTurn off the stove and make your way to the bedroom,â you order.
Parker glances to the stove, âBut our burgers are almost done.â
You chuckle, âWhat a thing to worry about when I am offering you sex. Donât want me to eat you out?â
Parker moans at your words, âI do.â
âGood,â you say, lifting you knee up between parkers legs. All the way until itâs pressing against her crotch. Parker moves back and forth a little, grinding on your leg. A low whine escapes her in response. âNow turn of the stove and lie on the bed like the good girl you are.â
Itâs not often youâre the one giving the order in the bedroom. Not often either of you were in the mood for a dynamic switch like this. But you had found it was the easiest way to turn of your own thoughts. To step out of your usual routine.
As soon as you pull back your leg Parker is hurrying to turn off the stove and running ahead of you towards the bedroom.
You pull back your hair as you slowly make your way over to the bedroom. The door is wide open, providing a full view of your bed. Itâs a king-size boxspring monstrosity, but itâs the most comfortable bed youâve ever owned. Between your nights waitressing at the diner and Parkerâs nightshifts, a comfortable bed and some crazy good blackout curtains are two of the most important thing in the appartement. Â
Parker is laying in the middle of the bed â completely nakedâ legs spread wide. It gives you a wonderful view of her wet cunt. She halts her masturbating as you step into the doorframe.
You tsk, âGetting started without me?â
âYou were taking to long,â Parker says, always a brat. âAnd it feels too good."
She looks damned good too, you think. Taking in the naked goddess of a woman in front of you. How had you ever even gotten so lucky?
âIt wouldnât have mattered even if I had made you wait an entire hour,â you say, tone strict, as you walk over to her. âThat pussy is my property and you donât get to touch it without my permission.
âYou are not the boss of me,â Parker starts, âYou were the one cry-â
You cut off her retort by running two fingers through her wet folds. Parker moans loudly, hips bucky up. You grab her wrists  with your free hand placing her hands above her head.
âYour hands stay there or I stop.â
Parker goes still, looking up at you with hungry eyes. âPlease,â she whispers, sweat gleaning on her forehead.
You had barely even started and she was already disheveled. No way she was going to last long tonight. Slowly you lower yourself to your knees. Now at face height with her pussy. You lick your lips in anticipation of the sweet taste of her juices.
Ever so slowly you lick a strip trough her folds, taking in her taste. You try to keep her from immediately fucking your face, by pressing her hips down into the mattress with your hands. It limits her movements a little, but that doesnât stop her from trying.
âPlease,â Parker says again.
You chuckle against her wetness, âSo desperate for me huh?â
You bring your lips around her clit and suck, drawing a series of delicious moans from the gorgeous woman lying beneath you. Slowly you slide two of your fingers into her hole. Pumping in rhythm with mouths movements. Her legs clamp against your head. You could die happy between her legs
Parker makes low sounds and her eyes a squeezed shut. A tell tale sign she is nearing her climax. A little too soon for your liking, but you knew she came easier when she was sleepy and after a busy shift she was more than a little sleepy.
You moved your free hand up towards her boobs, pinching one of her nipples between your thumb and index finger. Rolling back and forth. Drawing even more wonderful sounds from Parker.
âI love you,â Parker gasps, her fisted the sheets in her hands, fully grinding against your face. You enjoyed every second of it, curling your fingers inside her.
âYes, oh yes,â She yells out as you hit a particularly sensitive spot.
âWanna come for me?â you tease, pressing the hand that was playing with her boob on the bottom of her belly and pressing down a little. âGonna come all over my face?â
Parkers legs clamp around you head even tighter as her hips lift off of the mattress. She rides her orgasm and you continue lapping up her juices, slowly pumping your fingers.
Soon Parker is nothing more than a heaving mess in your arms. Youâre resting against the headboard. Some random sitcom is playing on the TV. Neither of you is really watching. Youâre naked too now. You two usually fall asleep like this. Cuddling naked.
Sleeping without underwear is generally known to be better for you, but you donât mind the easy access eitherâŠ
Parker presses soft kisses to your chest, slowly encircling your nipple. She sucks. The contact sends a ripple of lust trough you.
âWe need to sleep,â You mumble, trying to ignore the pulsing in your pussy. âYou have a dayshift again in the morning."
Parker groans a the reminder and releases your nipple with a pop. âWe canât sleep until we talk about today.â
 You curse internally. You would have way rather had sex than talk about this. You would have rather had sex than done most anything to be fair.
Parker shifts a little chin resting on your chest as she looks up at you.
You kiss her forehead, absentmindedly drawing patterns on her muscular bare back. You love this woman and her gorgeous deep brown eyes. And so you speak.
You donât leave out a single detail of your interaction. By the time your finished Parker looks at you tentatively.
âWait, if Robby and Abott have both worked at PTMC since residency, how come you were surprised to see him there?â
âI was 8 when my mom left him. I had no clue where he worked, only that he made sick people better,â You say.
Parker chuckles, âSo when are you grabbing a coffee with him?â
You shrug, âI am not sure that I want too.â
âWhy not?â Parker asks sheâs frowning now, âDo you blame him?â
No. Yes. I donât know. None of those seem to encompass the confusing things youâre feeling right now. You had never wanted to see Robby again, but you had never truly thought seeing him again was an option either. âI send him letters.â
Parkerâs eyes soften at that. Her arms squeezing around you. Her steady presence calming you.
âAnd he never responded.â
âAre you sure he got them?â Parker asks tentatively, her mouth quirked to the side.
You shake your head. You werenât even sure your mom had ever send them. You hadnât even know his address. Now you knows this, but 9 year old Y/N, whoâs entire life had just been uprooted hadnât. No you had just been so incredibly hurt.
âLook, I get why your hurt,â She presses a kiss to your jaw, âBut I know who Robby is now and he is a deeply, deeply flawed man. Heâs also an incredible and good person.â
Parker pushes herself up on her forearms, hovering slightly above your body now. And continues kissing a trail down your upper body. Slowly working her way down your neck, chest and belly, until finally sheâs kissing you pubic bone.
Youâre so wet youâve forgotten what sleep even is.
âI think,â Parker muses, hovering right above your vagina, âYou should meet up with Robby. Find out why he never wrote you back. You owe yourself as much.â
You groan both because you know sheâs right and because you are so desperate for her touch you fear youâre about to explode. âFine,â you growl. âBring him to the diner after your shift for dinner. You can bring others if youâd like.â
Parker smirks up at you as her tongue dips into your core, âGood girl.â
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CHAPTER THREE
Some things never change, but people do
Chapter one: Snack drop gone sideways
Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)
Warning: None really in this chapter
Summary:
You havenât seen Michael Robinavitch in years.
So naturally, the next time you do is when youâre dropping off cookies for your girlfriend at his ER.
Everything goes downhill from there.
AKA
How do you handle your father figure stepping back into your life? Especially if he's working with your girlfriend, and you're not even sure you ever want to see him again.
Authorâs note:
Hi,
I love me some found family angst. Idk if this is going to be any good. Mainly using this as an escape from the school stuff I should be doing.
Feedback is always apreciated.
Not beta'd
FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME
Wordcount: 1701
MASTERLIST
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You walk into the emergency room, tin of freshly baked cookies in hand, when you run into someone.
âSorry dad,â you say and keep on moving. The realization stops you dead in your tracks a couple meters later. That was your dad.
You swirl around finding Michael Robinavitch staring right back at you like he just saw a ghost. He might as well have â The last time you saw him was when you had been 8. Right before your mom went back to your biological dad and moved you across the globe.
âY/N,â He says, stepping towards you. His trained eye inspects you. Finally he asks, âAre you okay?â
You nod, holding up the tin of cookies, âJust dropping of some cookies.â
Dadâs â Robbyâs, you correct yourself. He wasnât ever your real dad. Just the only one to ever feel like it. â eyebrows rise in surprise, âAnd why are you bringing cookies to my ER?â
Heat spreads across your face and you know youâre blushing. âTheyâre for my partner.â
Robby looks around, scanning the crowded room, âAre they a patient here?â
âNo,â you donât elaborate. You might have once considered him you dad, but you barely know the man standing in front of you right now.
Robby rubs the back of his neck, clearly as lost in the situation as you feel. âAm I allowed to ask which of my doctors or nurses theyâre for?â
Youâre about to tell him to mind his business, when Doctor Abott â Jack, he insists you call himâ rounds the corner, âHey kiddo, ooh are those cookies?â
You hold out the tin, smiling, âChocolate chip!â
Jack takes one and just as he is about to take a bite he seems to notice Robby standing there, âAre you okay? You look like youâve just seen a ghost.â
But he doesnât respond, just keeps staring at you.
It takes you right back to how heâd look at you when you were a little girl and had done something stupid, like stealing candy, and absolutely refused to admit it.
But you arenât 5 years old anymore and he is not your dad. Real dads donât just disappear.
You lift your chin in defiance. Ignoring the way Jack looks back and forth between you, eyes wide. Â Neither of you seems inclined to give in.
âIs she-â Jack starts, then suddenly stops.
2 arms snake around your waist and a warm scent of vanilla, bourbon spice and cinnamon wraps around you. You know itâs Parker before her head is resting on your shoudlders and her lips are pressed to you cheek.
âHey baby,â she says, breath warm against your skin.
Youâre still looking at Robby, but manage to mumble a hello back. From the corner of your eye you notice Jack running away. Probably towards a patient in need of his expertise.
âOh hey Robby, I see that youâve met my girlfriend!â Parker dips her hand into the cookie tin, emerging with wat looks to be the biggest one in the entre tin.
Robby still doesnât say anything. Looking between the two of you now. Fists right at his side.
Parker tenses behind you, âEarth to Doctor Robby.â She waves a hand in front of his eyes.
âDoctor Ellis,â he finally says.
âWhy are you guys staring at one another like youâre about to kill eachother?â
You sigh, âRemember that stepdad I told you about? The one I lived with the last time I lived in Pittsburgh?â
Parker nods. Robby straightens ever so slightly. And you swear something like sarrow flashes through his eyes.
âWell, Parker Ellis, meet my former stepdad; Michael Robinavich,â you gesture half-heartedly to the man.
Robby opens his mouth to speak, when Jack is suddenly beside you again, âEllis, youâre needed in trauma 6. Your broken pelvis guy is bleeding internally.â
âFuck. This was just getting interesting,â she grumbles, peeling away from you.
Finally you break Robbyâs stare, swiveling towards Parker. You grab her by the scrub top, pulling her towards you. You kiss her hard, looking at her intently as you pull away. Hoping the message youâre trying to to conceive is clear. Weâll talk about this when you get home. I promise.
Parker gives you a tight nod and walks away.
When you turn back to the men Jack is holding up a polaroid. Itâs a little yellow and time worn. On it stand 2 men, 1 woman and a little girl.
Immediately you recognize Robby. The version of him you had know all those years ago. Smiling from ear to ear.
âI knew I recognized you from somewhere. I just didnât know from when,â Jack says, pointing at the other man in the shot. âThatâs me.â
Then his fingers move to the woman, âMy wife.â
And then to the little girl.
Your heart starts thundering in your chest as you look at the little girl. Really look. It was a 6 year old version of you staring back.
Your mouth is dry as you look back to Jack, âWhen was this?â
â4th of July,â Robby says. You frown. He canât even see the picture from where youâre standing. How would he even know.
But Jack nods his confirmation.
âYou and I were supposed to watch the fireworks with your mom, but she was doing⊠something else. So I decided to take you by myself. I had just finished my very first shift as a resident. With this one of course,â Robby points to Jack with his thumb. âI found you home alone after my shift and didnât know the best place to go watch the fireworks. I didnât really have any friends here yet. Then I remembered Jack had mentioned him and his wife were going to watch them in the park. So I took you there.â
âAnd weâve been fast friends since then. My wife was immediately enamored with you and I had someone to struggle through residency with,â Jack adds.
A reminiscent smile is on both their faces. A frown on yours. Your head is spinning from all the information. The same man that introduced you to Parker, knew you when you were a little kid? And something odd had happened that 4th of July, if the way Robby spoke about your mother meant anything. Most of all you couldnât stop thinking about how there is actual picture proof of your time with Robby. Evidence the three years spend in Pittsburgh had been real.
âWow,â you finally manage, tracing the picture. âI didnât know.â
Robby seems to sense what you mean, âYour mother is a complicated woman but she always loved you very much. And I am sure she still does.â
âSheâs dead.â
 He blinks at you, all the chaos and loudness of the ER fading to the background for moment. Then his arms are wrapped around you and a big hand cups the back of your head. Thumb circling the crown of your head. The same way he used to hold you when you fell and scraped your knee, and couldnât stop crying. âI am so sorry, Y/N.â
Comforting. That is what this wat meant to be. All it really did was remind you of what you had once had. Of the big gaping hole you had been living with since you were 11. Angry tears bite your eyes as you push Robby off of you.
His release is immediate. His hands are up, as if to show you heâll respect your boundaries.
âI canât do this.â Youâre not sure the words are more than a whisper, but it takes everything in you to grind out the words. âSorry.â
Dana â A dayshift charge nurse, you rememberedâ walks up to you guys right as you were about to bolt.
âRobby, Abott, incoming trauma. 9 car pile-up on the freeway. At least 6 people are routed to us. ETA 5 minutes,â she says. Dana has a natural authoritative presence you canât help but admire. She looks at you and the tin of cookies in your hands and smiles, âIs it finally our turn to receive some of your delicious treats?â
You nod, âParkers is working dayshifts this week.â
Parker had told you about the day shift being jealous they never got any cookies from you. So as much as you really just want to lay in bed after a long night in the diner you had found it in yourself to still bring the dayshift something too.
Dana took a cookie and groaned appreciatively as she took a bite, âKid, these are incredible.â
You smile at the praise, âGot any requests for tomorrow?â
Dana thinks a second, âHow âbout some brownies? Robby loves those. Donât ya Robby?â
Robby nods, but he looks as anxious as you feel. Brows bunched together and eyes big.
You have to get out of here.
âOkay, brownies it is. Bye!â The words come out too quick as you push the tin of cookies into Danaâs hands. You turn around on your heel and march out of the ER.
When you arrive home from the gym many hours later Parker is laying on the couch. Snoring her adorable little face off as she naps. Drool hanging down the side of her mouth. She must have gotten home right after you left.
Your phone buzzes as you take a seat on the other side of the large sectional.
Itâs a message from an unknown number.
Hey Y/N, I am sorry today was weird. But I am not sorry to have seen you again. Could we maybe get coffee sometime?
The next message came moments later.
This is Robby BTW. (But you can always call me dad.)
You put away your phone without responding and crawl across the couch, nestling against Parker. Who just wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer to her. You breath in her scent. Even after all these months it is still the best and most intoxicating thing youâve ever smelled. She is the best thing ever.
Yeah, you have to talk this trough with Parker before you could even really consider responding to Robby. Needed her to help you sort out your feelings and perhaps help you forget them for a little while tooâŠ
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