I Love You, 3000

One disastrous fanfic to another.

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[disastrousbarnes]

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 haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Author’s note:

I should 100% be doing school stuff, I just am suffering from adhd paralysis...

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CHAPTER NINE

Robby catches your eyes as you make towards the ER’s exit. The big man stood in a corner, almost blending in. He has a contemplative look on his face as he’s staring at something intently. You follow his line of sight through the chaos of doctors, nurses and patients and find him looking at Parker.

Watching and monitoring your girlfriend as she works her magic on a young woman. Every move precise and unfaltering. Pride swells in your chest at the sight.

At the wonderful, kind, beautiful, smart doctor you get to call your own.

At the woman who despite the horrors she witnessed last night is back to do it all over again today.

Then your gaze drifts back to Robby and you find yourself walking towards him. Dodging a couple of near collisions with hospital beds, smiling your apology at its inhabitants. The man doesn’t realize you’re near him until you wrap your arms around him and squeeze tight.

“Thank you,”  you say, words barely audible as you press your head against his chest.

His arms wrap around you, but you hear the confusion in his tone as he asks, “ What for?”

“For talking to her,” you gesture in Parkers direction, “For looking out for her.”

“I mean Dr Ellis is a fine doctor. It would be horrible of me to-“

You cut him off with a stomp against his chest and Robby lets out a shocked, choaked laugh, “You know damn well that’s not what I meant. You’re here on your day off!”

Robby pulls you back against him, “I do, kiddo. It’s was no problem. Really, I was honored you’d ask me.”

You swear you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head, but when you look up he’s staring ahead like it hadn’t happened. So you let it be. Just enjoy this oddly familiar feeling moment in the Pitt.

John bursts trough a door behind where you are standing, eyes big as he takes in Robby and you. The realization that you hadn’t exactly given him this update dawning on you, as you mentally prepare for the question fire he is no doubt about to fire your way.

To your surprise he just nods, “ Y/N, Dr. Robby.”

Robby reciprocates the gesture, “Dr. Shen.”

A ghost of a smile tugs on his lips, “See you at breakfast right, Y/N? Seems you have a lot of tea to spill.”

You manage a curd nod and off he goes, back into the chaos of the ER.

“Want to have dinner with me?” Robby asks a little while later. The two of you are still standing in that same corner. Side by side now. Robby explaining to you all the procedures and other proceedings you can spot from there. How he knows and remembers all that information is beyond you.

You look up —away from where Parker is performing a trauma assessment, a student doctor by her side — “I’d like that.”

Robby’s appartement is nothing like you had imagined. Not that you’d ever really tried imagining it before the ride over here. Beside your own vague memories of the place from years ago you didn’t have much to base it on.

But in your memories the appartement had always been warm and cozy and filled with warmth. Nothing like this…

The walls of the entrance are pretty much bare except for a picture frame you immediately recognize. It’s the drawing you gave him yesterday.

Robby’s smiling at you sheepishly, hand rubbing the back of his neck, as you whirl to where he stands, “I took some inspiration from your home. Don’t have a lot to put up yet, but it’s a start.”

“We have to go thrifting for frames together,” you start, excited at the prospect of a new home decor project. Clapping your hands together as your mind comes up with idea after idea. “Oh and we should totally paint the wall. How do you feel about a dark midnight blue?”

Robby is looking at you with an emotion you can’t quite pinpoint.

“I have no clue how I feel about a dark midnight blue?” his response is more question than answer.

You grin at him, “Yes you do, you’ll love it. Goes perfectly with your whole thing.”

“My whole thing?” Robby asks, arching one brow.

“Yeah, you know the whole sad, angry old man thing.”

Robby huffs at that, “Whatever, let’s just figure out what we’re going to eat.”

The rest of the house isn’t much better, pretty bare bones. A true bachelors pad with a huge flatscreen to boot.

You’re pulling open drawers and cabinets, most barely filled. Just the basic spices and meal necessities. Does this man hate fun?

“Are you looking for anything specific?” Robby asks, holding out a beer. He’s wearing a hoodie and some combat looking pants. What really catches your attention are the pink bunny slippers he has on. Like there are actual pink bunny ears attached to the slippers.

You stare at Robby, “Those are incredible!”

Robby puts the beer down beside you on the counter and looks at his feet, his cheeks flush and crimson red. “I uhm Dennis- I mean Whitaker- got them for me. They’re comfy.”

“Dennis huh?”

Robby shrugged, but the gesture was anything but the casual dismissal he meant it as,  “That is his name.”

“Yes, but I know you all are on last name basis in the Pitt and I have never heard Jack refer to any of his residents by their first name. I have to remind him not to call Parker by her last name, like a lot.”

 He snorts at that, “Well Whitaker watched my house for a little while when I went on a sabbatical. They were a welcome home gift.”

You look at the fluffy slippers again, then back at Robby’s face. Something guarded, but longing lives there. Yeah, there is definitly something going on between Robby and Dennis, but you would allow him the time to process whatever that is on his own. He’ll hopefully tell you when he’s ready.

“I am looking for other spices than salt, pepper and paprika,” you say instead, turning your attention back to the food in front of you. Potatoes, chicken, 2 red peppers, some mushrooms and an union. It wasn’t much, but with some spices and sauces you could make it an enjoyable meal.

If Robby had any, that is…

Robby grimaces at that, “I don’t think that I have anything else.”

“How could you not have any other spices?” you had come to that conclusion, but for him to confirm it is insane. “How do you have so little in your house? And I am not just talking about spices and food and shit, you don’t really have anything here. I don’t remember it being this bare when we lived here. Why doesn’t it feel like a home, Robby.”

He is silent a long moment, “You were the thing that made this place a home. You and your mom and her stuff and your school artworks. You guys laughing at the kitchen table. That made this place a home. Now it’s just where I am in between shifts.”

Your heart breaks a little at his confession. How lonely he must feel here.

“We are going to shopping together,” you tell him. “When is your next day off?” This was something you wanted to have a deeper conversation about, but tonight was just so nice and normal. You didn’t want to break that.

Robby put on his glasses and squinted at his phone, “How does Tuesday sound?”

“Yes, sure. If I need to work I’ll just ask if Isa can work for me. She’s been asking for more hours anyway.”

“Wait is the diner yours?” Robby askes, surprise flashing trough his features.

You look at him, mouth wide, “You didn’t know that?”

He shakes his head.

“Yeah the old man was ready to retire and I had the money. I am emotionally attached to that place.” Henryk was now in some fancy retirement place in Florida. He send you postcards monthly and you had visited sometimes.

Robby nods appreciatively, “That’s really cool kid.”

You play with the hem of your shirt, unsure how to respond to the compliment, “Yeah.”

“Jacks been filling me in about you,” Robby says, cutting the chicken into blocks.

You move to mix chili sauce, soja sauce and mayo with the salt, paprika and pepper to marinade the chicken in something. “He only had band things to say I assume?”

Robby chuckles, throwing the chicken into your mix, “He said you were a wonderful and kind young woman. That you’re one of his favorite people and that he set you up with Parker because he knew you both had warm hearts.”

“Oh Jack,” you smile at Robby’s words. “He is one of my favorite people too. He was really there for me in the aftermath of Henry’s death.”

“Yeah Jack is a good man.”

You start mixing the chicken into the marinade and Robby starts on the potatoes. The tow of you working in comfortable silence. Yeah, you could get used to this…

-

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the worst part is steve rogers WOULDN’T. he wouldn’t leave sam with the responsibility of the shield without being there to support him. he wouldn’t go back to a woman who died of old age, had her own life and told him to move on. he wouldn’t have ever, not even once, considered leaving bucky — aka his entire world wrapped up in one person — alone, especially after just getting him back. and he wouldn’t have decided that he’d 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

[disastrousbarnes]

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 haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Author’s 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

You awake to soft kisses pressed to the column of your throat and a strong arm pulling you close.

“Hey baby,” you mumble, still half-sleeping. Parker’s scent envelopes you. Intoxicating as ever. “How was your shift?”

Parker presses a kiss between your shoulder blades. Head staying there a long while, “We lost a kid today.”

You try to turn to her, to hold her, but her arm tightens around you. Keeping you there. Not ready to face you just yet.

“His parents forgot to lock the front gate, and he wandered out onto the road,” she continues. You feel the wetness of her tears on your back. “He was so tiny, the trucker didn’t see him coming. Didn’t expect a child to be out that late.” 

Her breathing hitches, her body trembling against yours, still holding you tight. Like a lifeline. Desperate, silent, sobs followed.

It breaks your heart not to be able to take her in your arms, to be unable to take her pain away. You know losing a patient is always difficult, but a child…  Poor Parker. You snake a hand onto her thigh, pulling her leg around you.

“There was barely an unbroken bone in his body,” Parker says, words barely a whisper. 

“Oh baby,” tears are stinging your eyes now too. That poor kid. The pain he must’ve been in. How hopeless Parker and the other ER staff must’ve felt when he got brought in. 

Parker spends most of the day in bed. Either sleeping or staring blankly ahead. Processing.

You spend it worrying for her. Worrying about the fact that she has to go back to work again tonight. So much so that after feeding Trinity, Dennis and Robby, you ask Robby to stay behind a little longer after the other two leave.

He talks to Parker for you. And you realize you enjoy it. Being able to lean on him a little like this.

What he said, how he said it you have no clue. All you know is that what he said worked and half an hour after he left Parker is slowly walking down the stairs, work clothes on.

Her face is still tired; light not quite returned to her eyes. But she’s out of bed at least.

“Hey baby,” you try not to sound too relieved as you hand her a mug filled with coffee and a plate of all her favorite foods.

Parker takes it in silence, sitting down on a chair. She sips her coffee a little but doesn’t eat a bite of food. Her shoulders are hunched and sometimes her eyes close for a couple of breaths.

Seeing her like this breaks your heart. Every atom in your body is screaming at you to fix it. But there isn’t anything you could say or do to take away what she saw last night, what images probably still flash in her mind every time she closes her eyes.

It wasn’t often that a patient passing through got to Parker this much, she had once told you. It had only happened once before in the time you had been with her. 

It had taken you weeks to get her to talk about it at all. For her to even crack joke. That mass shooting had been a harsh blow to deal with.

You had never felt quite that far removed from her, pushed away.

The only one she seemed willing to talk to where Jack and John. It’s why you’d asked Robby to talk to her today. He had witnessed similar horrors. You had just hoped he could get through to her.

You start at the dishes to stifle the urge to wrap yourself around Parker like a blanket, to try and absorb her pain. To beg her to call in sick and just lay on the couch whilst you take care of her. This woman means everything to you. Is always strong for you.

You just wish she would let you carry some more of her burdens.

“I love you,” Parker says, sounding much closer than before.

You swirl around, wet, clean plate in your hand, to find her right behind you, played cleared in her hand. There is a small, grateful smile on her tired, beautiful face.

“Thank you for today,” Parker puts her dishes on the counter and brings her strong hands to your face, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Thank you for being light even when all I can see is darkness.”

You put your own hand on top of hers, hoping the uncontainable amount of love you feel for her is clear in your eyes. “I love you too.”

Your lips meet and it isn’t a soft kiss, no it’s hard and desperate, all tongue and teeth.  Parker lifts you onto the counter, one hand moving to your breast. Fingers toying with your sensitive nipple.

“I need you,” she growls against your lips. Tears gleam in the rim of her eyes. “All of you.”

You knew that need. Had felt it often yourself. That yearning. Recognized that hole in her soul.

You’re only wearing your bathrobe, already pulling loose the tie. Baring yourself for her. Giving her all that you can offer at this moment. Let her take what she needs. Emotionally and physically. All you have and are is hers anyway. Forever.

Parker fucks you right there on the kitchen counter and for a moment nothing else exists.

You insist on driving Parker to her shift, a batch of lemon squares baked and ready to go. Need to see her safely walk in.

Parker still doesn’t say much, but she’s sitting up right again and when her eyes meet yours there is a spark there again. And today that was enough for you.

You realize walking into the hospital you never even told her about your conversation with Robby. Not that that matters. All that matters right now was her.

Other things can be thought about when you are no longer worried sick about Parker. About the horrible things she has to see on a daily basis.

The ER is still busy as ever, people running around and machines beeping everywhere. What an overwhelming place to be.

Usually, Parker jumps straight into business, helping out wherever she can. A wave of relieve washes over you as she does the same today. Kissing you deeply and running off to help with whatever horrible accident just happened. 

Good.

You spot John Shen from the other side of the nurses’ station. His eyes are just as tired as Parker’s. Perhaps even more, you realize as he walks closer and envelopes you in a bone crushing hug. His head pressed into the space between your neck and shoulder.

“I am so happy to see you,” John says.

You rub his back, “Rough night, huh?”

He nods against you, “The roughest.”

John is Parker’s best friend, but in your time together he had grown to be one of your favorite people too. He was silly as shit and when you had an early day shift at the diner, he always found time after his shift to come by the diner and do a little gossip style debrief about his day. Most days it was the highlight of your shift.

“You weren’t at the diner, and I didn’t know what to do,” he confesses as he pulls back, but doesn’t quite let go. “I just can’t get it out of my head, Y/N.”

Your lips pull into a tight line, poor John. “Why didn’t you come to our place?  You know you’re always welcome John.

John shakes his head, “I saw the state Parker was in. She needed you bad. Didn’t want to be a nuisance.”

You cock your head to the side, biting your lip. How could he ever think he is a nuisance? “You do know that I would’ve been there for the both of you? That you’re important to both of us? You’re not something I need to have the space for. I will make space for you. Always.” 

John pulls you back into that bone crushing hug, “Thank you.”

Just that little affirmation seemed to lift a weight off of his shoulders.

“Please come have breakfast at the diner after your shift, okay?” You ask.

“I would like that.”

-

CHAPTER TEN

Here is drunk me celebrating kingsday to make up for how short this chapter was lol:

[disastrousbarnes]

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 — or ever really. But there it is. It’s 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 ‘Oops, sorry wrong person!’ message.

It doesn’t come.

She debates  not responding. Just deleting the conversation and moving on with her day. It’s 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 he’d injure himself. Or worse…

So she sends back a photo of her own view. The book she’s reading and the cup of tea she’s drinking.

His response comes the next day. Another photo.

This time it’s of meal. Mashed potatoes, some kind of meat and an enormous amount of green beans. A pint of beer beside it. 

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 she’d 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.

[disastrousbarnes]

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 haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Author’s note:

This chapter is mainly just Y/N telling her story :) Also Parker will be back next chapter!

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CHAPTER SEVEN

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You take a couple of deep, steadying breaths. Robby’s hand still covering yours, waiting…

“You know mom took me to my bio dad, right?” you ask, eyes meeting his.

He nods his confirmation, “She thought it would be better for you to be raised by the man that uhm sired you. Thought it’d be better for you to have a real dad instead of…” Robby gestures to himself, “this.”

You feel the pain in his voice. Feel anger roiling in your gut at the thought of your mom telling him he wasn’t good enough. Anger laced with sadness as the picture now hanging on your wall flashes through your eyes. Mom had told him all of that and still he threw you a birthday party.

You push the cacophony of feelings back, “Well turns out that he —Willem— wasn’t all that interested in being a father and just wanted mom. Adored her.

And she loved him.

I’ve never seen mom quite so smitten with someone. As if he had saved her. As if he was the only person that mattered.

She was still a good mom, don’t get me wrong. She just couldn’t see or perhaps didn’t care that he didn’t care for me.

He never even had the common decency to pretend to be interested in anything I tried to show him. Not even in the beginning.

And no matter how I cried about it, Mom insisted he was a good dad. That he put a roof over my head and fed me and I didn’t have anything to complain about.

But I never understood why she forced me to call this man dad. Not when I had a dad. One who would play tea party with me and hang every single one of my drawings on the fridge.”

your cheeks sting as you wipe away the tears that you couldn’t stop. “Fuck stoned crying is the worst. Once the tears start, I can never stop them,” you groan with a chuckle.

Robby doesn’t acknowledge the joke —seems to still be processing what you had just said— “He wasn’t a good dad?”

You shake your head, “Once he was meant to pick me up from school. I waited outside on the schoolyard for 4 hours, until mom finally realized I wasn’t home and he hadn’t picked me up.

He had taken her to some fancy art gallery instead. Never bothering to tell mom he hadn’t made any other arrangements for me.

It was the dead of winter. I was sick for 3 weeks after that.

Which of course pissed him off to no avail. ‘Cause I was home that entire time. And he was jealous, jealous that mom was busy taking care of me instead of spending time with him.

I remember once —when I asked her to post one of my letters to you— he asked mom why she wouldn’t just send me back to you.

I almost ran back into the room and begged him to, but mom told him that if he didn’t want me, he couldn’t have her.

He was nice to me for a week after that. Even took me out for ice cream, just the two of us.

Just long enough for mom to forget he had ever said it.

We never did anything together after that.”

Robby angles his head slightly, frowning. Hand squeezing mine again. A silent invitation to continue.

And so, I tell him, “I didn’t realize at the time, but now looking back at the pictures… Mom kept getting smaller, frailer. Kept leaning more and more on him. And she continuedly spend less time with me.

And then they told me she was sick. That I needn’t worry, because they had the best doctors on it.

She was dead 2 days later.

I didn’t even get to say goodbye. Willem didn’t want me to go to the hospital with him. Told me mom didn’t want me to see her like that.

He remarried 4 months later. Not that I was there…

The second moms’ body was put in the ground he told me I was no longer his problem.

He kicked me, an 11 year old child, onto the streets.

My neighbor took me to social services and I spend the next 7 years passed around foster homes. No one wanted a child as old as me.”

Robby doesn’t say anything for a long moment.

“I am going to kill him,” his voice dangerously calm, Shoulders rigid and there’s a vein bulging in in his neck. His free hand a balled fist on the table. “I am going to fucking kill him.”

You shake head, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does.”

“No, it doesn’t. Yes, Willem is a horrible man, but he’s on the other side of the world. He’s not worth it.” That’s what you always tell yourself when the anger threatens to take over. That no matter how heartless he had been to you, he just simple doesn’t matter. Isn’t worth it.

“He hurt my kid, he should die for that alone.” Robby sounded so very certain.

“Did you know mom was sick?” you ask, ignoring the effect him calling you ‘his kid’ had. Ignoring the warmth, it spread through you. You had to know.

Robby stills a little, “Yes.”

You’re not surprised at his answer, had started suspecting it the second you saw the photos. Had sensed it in the way he and Jack spoke of her. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

“She didn’t want me too. Wouldn’t even tell me what the diagnoses was,” Robby rubs his eyes with his palms, sighing deeply. “I just tried to respect her wishes and tried to make sure you didn’t get hurt by it.”

Then he adds, “I am sorry I couldn’t do it.”

You shake your head, “Mom’s choices aren’t your fault.”

“I let her go. I let her move you away from your world.”

Away from me.

You felt the unsaid words in the silence that followed.

“What made you move back?”

You shrug, “I was 18. I had aged out of the system, and I had like 4000 euros mom had saved for me. I didn’t know where else to go. So, I came back to Pittsburgh. To the only place that had ever felt like home.”

You had been so young then, so unknowing and lost. It had felt like the most logical thing to do in a sea of unappealing choices.

To finally go home.

Robby’s eyes soften at that, a sad smile on his face. “Home.”

“Yeah, home.”

You made to grab another cookie, but found the tin disappointingly empty.

“Want to help me bake some cookies?” You ask, already moving to stand. “I’ll tell you all about Henry.”

Robby washes his hands with surgical precision as you gather all the ingredients and the kitchen aid Parker bought you for Christmas last year.

You make to sit on the kitchen counter and hand Robby a paper with all the dry ingredient ratios, “Please weigh these.”

Robby does so without question, focused on his task as you talk.

“I had just about enough money for my plane ticket here and 2 weeks in some seedy motel and a little bit of food. So finding a job, any job was on the top of my priority list.

Oddly enough not many places were looking to hire an 18 year old, with no real former experience, that just moved back to the States after spending most of her live across the sea.

I was nearing the end of my hotel stay and getting desperate when I walked past a diner with a help wanted sign. It was an old rickety joint, but the owner was an elderly man who had come here himself from Poland when he was 16 years old. He knew the struggle and offered me the job on the spot.

He saved my life.”

Robby finishes weighing all the dry ingredients, “Is the diner the one you still work at?”

You nod your confirmation, “Henryk was a kind man. He always gave me free dinner and if food was left over after a shift staff were always allowed to take it home.

He paid my first month’s rent so I could get out of that hotel.

He probably saved my life, but I am getting off topic.

I worked every single available shift, sometimes I spent the entire week working doubles. Not because it didn’t pay well, the wage was pretty darn generous. I just didn’t have anything or anyone else in my life.

It got to such a point Henryk, and the rest of the staff staged an intervention. And believe me there isn’t really any embarrassment like your coworkers telling you to please get a live. 

A couple of the girls forced me out for drinks that night. We went to some huge nightclub. Filled to the brim with rich kids and their parents credit cards.

Leah knew the bouncer —is married to him now, actually— so we got to skip the line and didn’t have to pay an entrance fee. It’s also the only reason I got in at 18.

I had never been to a club before, thought I would hate how busy and loud it was.”

You find yourself smiling brightly at Robby, “I loved it. I hadn’t felt that alive in perhaps ever.

The fact that I was drunk out of my mind probably helped, but I was having the time of my life.

And all the girls were trying to get me to hook up with a guy, preferably rich. That’s why they always went to that club, rich kids meant easy access to free drinks. And perhaps one day if they got lucky a rich husband.

I was pretty adamant I wouldn’t kiss a stranger the first time I ever went out, and that I definitely wouldn’t choose anyone with money. I didn’t think a rich kid could ever understand my struggles.

But then I was waiting at the bar to order some more drinks and there he was…”

You stay silent for a moment. Henry’s pretty face flashes in your mind. You can still picture the way he looked when you met. The purple strobing lights of the club dancing across his face, and him smiling at you like he’d just won the lottery.

“Henry bought my round and immediately went to the girls and introduced himself as my future husband.”

Robby chuckles at that, “He sounds like a ballsy young man.”

“Oh he was the ballsiest,” you hand him the card for the wet ingredients, hand mixing the bowl of dry ingredients yourself, “He was right though. He stayed by my side the rest of the night and when I woke up the next day, he had already texted me.

We went for a hangover breakfast that morning and I found myself entirely entranced by his kind, loving, caring soul. He was funny and not afraid to go for what he wanted.

Couldn’t sit still to save his life.

Every day with him was an adventure.

And I loved it.

Loved him.

I hadn’t ever considered not being into men as an option for me. Never really thought about it. So, when he first kissed me, I kissed back.

I’d been yearning for love for so long that I never considered that loving someone and being in love with them are different things. No one ever told me.

And besides some sliver of constant anxiety churning in my gut, everything was perfect.

He was in love with me and I thought I was in love with him.

His family, crazy rich business moguls, took me in like I was one of their own. With their help and that of my coworkers at the diner I built a life for myself. Finally.

 We got married a year after we first met.”

Robby’s eyebrows rise at that, “You got married at 19?”

“Yes, looking back it’s crazy. 19 year olds have no business getting married. It just felt so right, felt like a logical next step in the wonderful life we were building together.

We threw a huge wedding at his parents’ countryside home, and it was beautiful. I still consider it one of the most beautiful and happiest days of my life.

Henryk gave me away and I wore this huge stereotypical ball gown with a sweetheart neckline. Everything was perfect.

Henry and I had planned it all out. We’d move into this appartement and enjoy our life. Together.”

You take a deep breath, trying to fend off the tears threatening to stream again.

“He died a week later. A drunk driver hit him on his way back home from the grocery store. He died on the scene.”

-

CHAPTER NINE

[disastrousbarnes]

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 haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Author’s note:

Hihi wanted to casually introduce some double date options for Y/N & Parker.

Not beta'd

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME

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@baelorandmaekarinparis

Wordcount: 2163

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CHAPTER SIX

- Robby blinked slowly, contemplative, but you see the way the sides of his mouth tug up, “Once or twice. Sure.”

And that’s how you end up in a car with Robby, Trinity and Dennis. The latter two are seated in the back, but you can feel their eyes darting between the two of you. The confusion and slight anxiety of their senior attending joining them. Smoking weed with them.

You can tell Robby is nervous about it too. Fingers tapping against the center console. He’s looked out of the window the entire drive through the city. Not once looking into the rearview mirror to where the residents are sitting. Actively avoiding it even.

“You guys do realize no one is going to call the medical board or the cops or whatever else the three of you are worried about, just because you’re smoking a joint when you’re off shift tomorrow?” You ask, when the silence becomes too much. When even the Noah Kahan music blasting through the speakers doesn’t fill the awkwardness.

Trinity huffs out a laugh, meeting your eye in the rear-view mirror. There is a clear challenge in her eyes, “I just can’t figure out what is going on between you two.”

Your eyes dart over to Robby, who is looking at you now, allowing you to decide how much you’re comfortable sharing. How much of yourself to lay bare. Letting you tell him where you stand now…

But you’re not quite sure where you stand yet. This isn’t exactly a situation you’d ever expected to find yourself in.

“What do you think is going on?” you ask instead. Let her tell you how much she knows. You turn on the blinker, taking a left — onto your street.

Trinity scans the two of you extensively, taking a long second to think. So long you almost think she didn’t hear you or perhaps just doesn’t want to answer. Then, finally, she says, “I don’t know, but I sure hope you aren’t fucking, because if you’d do that to a woman like Doctor Ellis, I will kill you.”

Pulling into the parking garage you catch a glimpse of Dennis shoving Trinity and hear him say “Why would you ever say that!”

“We’re definitely not fu-” Robby stays silent a moment, “I am not —and never would — have intercourse with Y/N.”

You swear you see Dennis relax a little at his words. No one else seems to notice...

“Okay so definitely no sex or anything romantic, because otherwise you wouldn’t say ‘intercourse’ like that.” Trinity air-quoted the word intercourse. Which is fair enough, because you really had to try not to laugh as he said it. “Sex and fucking are not dirty words, Robby.”

“In our context they would be,”  Robby grumbles, clicking loose his seatbelt the second you turn into your parking spot.

You turn to Trinity, “Plus I would never ever ever do anything to jeopardize my relationship with Parker.”

That earns you an approving nod, “Good.”

The four of you take the elevator up. You know better than to ask ER doctors to climb the stairs after a shift. Especially the 8 floors up to your apartment. You’d done it once after an especially busy shift at the diner and had to take a break every three floors.

“Wow,” all three doctors say in unison when you swing open the front door.

You chuckle at their reaction, stepping aside to let them in.

The sound of people entering the apartment must’ve awoken Hammer, because the dark grey feline is already twirling around Trinity’s leg and Dennis is busy petting her. She’s such a little attention attractor.

But Robby is just standing in front of the picture wall. You follow his gaze to the framed letter you’d hung there yesterday. His letter.

“Like I said before I really like the unicorn drawing,” you shrug, trying to sound casual when he looks at you, eyes big with surprise.

He cocks his head a little to the side, a question with no spoken words. Just the drawing?

You move to stand beside him, “I liked learning you’d written to me the same as I used to write you. Most of my letters were just about missing you too.”

You don’t look at him, try to ignore the tears stinging your eyes as you launch into a presentation of the pictures and art on the wall. Pointing out the 4  pictures of Jack that hang there. 2 of you and Jack on some kind of trauma group retreat. 1 of Jack, prosthetic leg in hand, held above him triumphantly, as he stands on the peak of some mountain/hill/whatever he climbed with Parker and John. The 4th is of the three of them on that same peak.

Then some art and drawings both bought from local artist during travels or just art either you or Parker made as kids. A couple of pictures of you and Parker, both together, individual and with either of your friends. You skip over the pictures of you and Henry. Hesitate a little at the pictures of your mom, all taken after Robby. None look like the woman in the picture album that still lies on the coffee table in the living room.

Then you point to the most recent addition, “And this one I uhm- I copied from the album you lend me.” You feel a little selfconscious looking at the picture of you and him. The unicorn birthday picture.

“Robby is your dad?” Dennis asks, startling you as you’d forgotten he was even there. He’s standing by the letter now. “I recognize his handwriting.”

Trinity walks up beside him, Hammer in her arms, “Holy shit Huckleberry, you’re right.”

You sigh, “I’m going to need a joint before we get into that.”

“Me too,” Robby says, eyes still glued to the photograph.

30 minutes and a brief explanation later you’re all pleasantly stoned. And you find yourself leaning against the glass railing with Trinity. Backs to the city, looking at Dennis and Robby going through the photo album together.

“So you and Yolanda huh?” 

Trinity’s eyes shoot to you, “You know about us?”

You frown, “I didn’t know it was a secret.”

“It can’t be a secret if it’s not anything,” She responds, her words filled with venom, straightening her back as if readying for a fight. An adder ready to strike.

You find yourself sliding a little closer. Wouldn’t let yourself get pushed away like this. The weed blurred the wall Trinity has up enough for you to see through. To read her true feelings. All that pain…

“Yolanda said you didn’t want anything serious,” you say as casually as you can manage and find it in yourself to poke the adder with a stick, “So it kinda surprises me you seem so upset about it not being anything.”

Trinity rolls her eyes and you half expect that to be the end of the conversation, “I didn’t want anything serious at first. I thought she didn’t want anything serious either.”

You nod, but don’t get the chance to respond.

“How do you know about us anyway? Did Ellis tell you or something?”

“Parker,” you correct, “Didn’t tell me anything. Yolanda and I go to dyke nights together sometimes. You know, a little drinking and dancing. She told me.”

“She talks about me?”

You nod, noticing the smile on Trinity’s face.  “You really like her, don’t you?”

She shrugs, “I just wanted something casual at first, always said no when she tried to take me out on dates. Told that if she wanted to fuck and eat noodles in bed I was her girl, but otherwise she should find someone else… She said the same thing to me recently.”

“Damn, that’s harsh,” you hold out the bag of chips in your hand, munchies kicking in. “Even for Yo-yo. You must have really hurt her feelings.”

“I was just honest about what I wanted. She wasn’t forced into it or anything,” Trinity grumbles, stuffing a handful into her mouth.

“No,” you agree, “She just really liked you. Probably hoped that you’d realize you wanted her for more than just sex and then you didn’t. And she decided that two can play the same sex-and-noodles game.”

Trinity doesn’t say anything, slouching a little , cheeks going red.

“You know you can just tell her you’ve changed your mind right?” you bump into her with your shoulder, offering a smile. “Trin, woman like Yolanda don’t like opening up. The fact that she did it once and she stayed after you shut her down… I think that says a lot.”

“What if she’s changed her mind by now?” Trinity says, grabbing some more chips.

You shrug, “Then you and I will go and lay down on my heavenly bed, order a bunch of junk food and watch shitty romcom’s. And I’ll force Parker and John to massage our feet.”

Trinity laughs at that, the kind of big, loud laugh only set on by the stoned haze you’re both living in. “I claim Parker!”

“John’s a better massager anyway,” you stick out your tongue to Trinity. Who’s grins broadly back at you. She would be an easy friend to have you realize. You want to be her friend, truly.

“Trinity, come here. Robby is dressed like the tooth fairy in this one!” Dennis calls out, nothing short of delighted.

Robby is sat beside him, hands in front of his face, body shocking with laughter, “Y/N wanted to be a tooth for Halloween. She insisted I was the tooth fairy!”

You’d seen the picture, remembered the costume even. You had spend hours at the kitchen table with your mom and Robby making the tooth out of paper mache. It was still one of your favorite costumes ever.

“Are they always this close?” you ask Trinity, noting the way Dennis and Robby are sat right against each  other. Not an inch of space between their thighs.

Trinity doesn’t respond, already on her way to the lounge set. Perhaps whatever you think you see between Robby and Dennis is in your head. Perhaps the older man doesn’t seem his most relaxed around the younger and maybe Dennis doesn’t look at Robby like he hung the moon.

Still you take note of the way they reluctantly shove apart to make space for Trinity. Of the way Robby’s arm is laid across the back of the couch, finger still within touching reach of Dennis’ neck.

This was 100% gossip for when you breakfast with Parker, John and Jack. A giddy laugh escapes you just at the thought.

Yeah this joint was a great idea.

An hour —and some rather gross, but funny ER stories— later Dennis and Trinity have found their way to one of the guest rooms, the one with the double bunkbeds, worn down from their day shift.

You and Robby are sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea and eating what remained of the cookies you and Parker baked yesterday.

“Can I ask you something?” Robby asks, breaking the comfortable silence you had fallen into.

You nod, “Sure, as long as it isn’t my social security number I don’t really have secrets.”

“Who is the boy in the pictures?” He asks, nodding towards the hall, “You skipped over his pictures.”

Shit. You really thought he didn’t notice. Had hoped he wouldn’t take note of them.

You take a deep breath, hand reaching for the ring on your necklace automatically. “That is Henry. He was my husband.”

Robby’s brows furrow, “I thought you were- I assumed you were- Maybe I shouldn’t have but I thought you were-“

You cut him off before he can continue stumbling his was through the ‘Aren’t you a lesbian?’ question.

“I am a lesbian, yes. I didn’t always know that though. I knew I liked women, obviously. But I don’t know I just figured I still liked men too. They were a game I was very good at playing. Still am.”

“A game?”

“Yeah, men are easy to read. So their rules are easy to figure out. Everything had rules. Everything is a little bit of a game,” you explain. You’re well aware people think that’s an odd way to view social interaction, but what are norms and values if not the social rules playbook?

“And this Henry was a game?” The question is a careful one, as if Robby already know that he was much, much more than that to you.

You shake your head, already feeling the tears coming. “He was the first person to make me feel safe after mom died.”

Robby grabs your hand squeezing it a little, “Can I ask what happened after your mom died?”

You nod, chuckling as you wipe tears from your eyes. “Probably handy you have a little bit of context before I launch into my whirl wind romance with a rich army brat.”

-

CHAPTER EIGHT

Next chapter will be an emotional deep dive so be warned in advance!

[disastrousbarnes]

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 haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Author’s 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

It’s been two days since you received the letter when you find yourself walking into  the Pitt again.

“Have you ever done naked sunrise yoga with Jack?” you ask Robby, leaning against his little computer area. You were here to drop off Jack’s blueberry muffins  — and your girlfriend, of course.

Robby looks up at you over the rim of his glasses, “Have you ever done naked sunrise yoga with Jack?”

“Yes,” you answer without a second thought.

Robby chokes on the sip of coffee he had just taken, spitting it across the desk. You pat him on the back as he coughs.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,” you grumble, hating that everyone in the ER is now looking at the two of you. Heat rises to your cheeks as your eyes meet those of a frowning Trinity Santos. Beside her stands Dennis Whitakker, eyes darting between you and Robby.  

Please just look away.

Robby looks at your hand, still on his shoulder. A smile tugs at his lips. You fight the urge to pull it back. Let the man have this. Especially after the letter…

“To answer your question; I did naked yoga with Jack once. One of my neighbours saw us and filed a complaint.”

You chuckle, fishing the letter you’d spend 3 hours writing out of your pocket. Writing from the point of view of an 8 year old was harder than you’d expected…

“Huge fan of the unicorn drawing,” you tell him as you hand it over, along with a picture frame. In it is a drawing you made when you were 9. It’s of the schoolyard of the school you’d attended after the move. A true look into  your younger self's brain.

It used to hang on the wall beside the picture frames, but you would hang the unicorn there now.

Robby takes the letter and the picture frame, looking at the drawing a long, long while. Almost as if you aren’t standing in the middle of a busy ER. 

He stands up wordlessly, stalking off into the ER. You follow him, not sure what else to do. Follow him into a … into what looks to be some sort of children's room. Cartoon animals are painted on the wall. 

The picture frame is still in his hands as he paces back and forth. He mumbles something you can’t quite discern, frantic words. His breathing quickening with the second.

He’s having a panic attack you realize. 

“Hey,” you say softly, stepping towards him. Not too close, you don’t want him to feel locked up. Threatened. 

Robby’s head snaps to you, his eyes are red and filled with tears and the look in his eyes is one of pure desperation. 

“Hey,” you say again, daring another step. “How ‘bout we take a seat?”

Robby doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t continue his pacing and babbling either. So you sit. Slowly sliding down the wall until you butt hits the cold floor. 

You try very, very hard not to think of all the bodily fluids that have no doubt been on this floor. Try to remember what calms you down when your heart starts beating too fast, the weird buzzing out of body feeling rushes over you and breathing gets hard. Try to find a way that might help his mind quiet enough for his body to slow down. 

He’s still just looking at you, breathing too quickly. 

You take a deep breath in, loud enough for him to hear. Just as he had done for you mere days ago. Then a long breath out. You keep repeating the steady breathing pattern. Patting the space on the floor beside you every now and again. An open invitation for him to join. 

The breathing cycle continues for what feels like minutes, but finally you hear his breathing steady out and see a bit of sanity returning in his eyes. Good. 

You pat the floor again and this time he joins you. 

“Sorry,” he says, eyes now on the picture frame . Fingers tapping against the sides. 

 “What for?” It’s not like having a panic attack is some choice you make. You know this all too well. Have experienced them first hand.

He gestures at himself, “This. I get another chance to have you in my life and instead of being someone… I am not someone worth your time. I’m a mess and everything I touch, I ruin.”

“Don’t say that,” you say, trying to make eye contact, but he still won’t look at you.

“It’s the truth, Y/N. I am not someone worth knowing.” He presses his hands in his eyes and groans loudly.

Anger churns in your stomach, “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

“Yeah, yeah because I am not your fucking dad. I get it.”

A soft knock sounds at the glass sliding door before you get to respond. Mel King pokes her head in a moment later, “Robby, it’s time for rounds.” 

Robby nods at her and she doesn’t wait for a further reaction before walking away. 

Robby doesn’t say anything either just stands back up and walks away— like he didn’t just say some insane stuff.

You stay seated, mind reeling. Had the drawing been that bad of an idea?

“Hey,” a voice pulls you from your thoughts. Trinity Santos now stands in the doorway. “What are you doing here?”

You don’t respond immediately, try to remember. Finally, your eyes fall on the bag beside you. Muffins. That’s why you were here. “I brought Jack some muffins.”

Trinity hums, stepping forward. “No special cookies?”

You chuckle, shaking your head.  At her disappointed look you find yourself saying, “I do have weed at home, if you’d like.”

“Can Huckleberry come?” 

“Who?” 

“Dennis. He’s such a fucking Huckleberry,” She’s grinning at you now, a fondness in her tone. “Trust me, once you get to know him you’ll see I’m right. But he’s my roomie, so can he come?”

“Oh, yeah, sure of course.” Your offer had been more of a joke than a genuine invitation, but whatever. After what just happened with Robby you could use a fucking joint. 

“Cool,” Trinity says, “I’m going to grab him and my stuff. Meet you outside?”

You nod, watching her as she walks off. You suppose you are long overdue to make some friends that weren’t Parker or Jack and don’t work for you… 

Because as much as you enjoy the occasional nights out with the girls on the waitstaff, you’re still their boss. There is a certain level of comfortability you can’t afford to slip into with them. Lines that can’t be crossed if you’d like to keep some level of authority in the diner.

10 minutes later you find yourself seated on a bench just outside of the personnel entrance of the ER. Waiting for Trinity and Dennis to come out and praying Robby doesn’t come out first. 

Sadly you must have done something to piss off some higher being, because out walks Robby. With your letter in his hands. He halts a little when he spots you. You can physically see him taking two deep breaths. Hyping himself up.

“Hey,” he starts, walking to you. “I am so sorry.”

You shrug, “Whatever.”

You don’t want to deal with this. Just want to smoke a nice blunt and never hear about it again. Perhaps you never should have agreed.

Robby lifts a hand as if to touch you, but puts it down again. He opens his mouth a couple of times, but no sound comes out. His brows furrow, and you swear that over his shoulder you spot the top half of Jack’s face sticking out above the window.

Mind your business, you say to him your mind. Would tell him via a text after this.

“I am sorry,” he starts again, he squeezes his hands to fists by his side. “I am in therapy and I’m trying to be better. It’s just… sometimes it takes all my energy not to hurl my guts up from the anxiety filling every inch of my body until I feel like exploding. I know that’s not an excuse. It… it doesn’t make it okay. What I said was not okay. You didn’t deserve it. I will cherish that drawing forever and you- It took me a long time to deal with the loss of you. You were my whole word for 3 years, kiddo. I suppose there’s just a lot of shit I didn’t realize I haven’t dealt with.  It’s just… I am sorry and I am trying. I am just so fucking scared that if I let you in I’ll drag you down with me. I don’t want that. You don’t deserve that.”

You bite your bottom lip to keep tears from falling. You knew the feeling… Had said something similar to Parker once.

“Do you… need a hug?” you ask. ‘Cause what else are you supposed to ask?

Robby’s eyes are big and weary still, but to your surprise he nods. Yes.

Not letting yourself think it through, because then you might lose your bravado, you wrap your arms around him. Slowly you feel the man relax and sink deeper into the embrace.

Yeah you really could use a joint and so could he, you think.

You look up at Robby and find he’s looking at you already, “Have you ever smoked weed before?”

CHAPTER SEVEN

[disastrousbarnes]

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 haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Author’s note:

Sorry if this makes no sense, am very sleep deprived lol

Not beta'd

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CHAPTER FOUR

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The sound of the front door closing startles you awake. You look around, bleary-eyed, as you adjust to the darkness. Jack’s body is spread across the other side of the sectional. His prosthetic leg propped up against the coffee table.

You had been watching a movie and must’ve fallen asleep. Quite some time ago, you realize, noticing the TV is in sleep mode.

Parker walks in a couple of heart beats later, freezing at the sight of you and Jack on the couch — then breaks out laughing. The sound is loud enough that Jack stirs slightly, eyes opening slowly.

“WHAT TIME IS IT?” he yells out, head snapping towards the windows and the darkened world outside.

“It’s your night off, don’t worry.” Parker chuckles, leaning over the back of the sectional, wrapping her arms across you and kissing the crown of your head. Her head stays there, deeply sniffing the scent of your hair.

Jack visibly relaxes, laying back down against the pillows gathered at his back. Within moments he is snoring again. You can’t help but wonder if he was even really awake enough to remember this happening.

Parker releases you and signals you to follow her.

You open your mouth to talk, but she presses a finger to her full, kissable lips. “Stay quiet,” she mouths.

So you do, following her all the way up to the rooftop terrace. Admiring the view as she walks ahead of you, very, very tempted to smack her ass.

  Parker opens the door and warm air hits you as you step out. Sometimes you forget how pretty it gets up here at night. The string lights hanging from the posts illuminate the space. It looks nothing short of magical against the backdrop of the city lights.

A little slice of heaven. That’s what this appartement and the rooftop are. A private piece of sanity, in this whirlwind of a world.

Parker walks over to the outdoor sofa and plops down, patting the space beside her. She’s still in her scrubs, but you don’t mind, nestling into her side. Your head pressed against her chest.

“I’ve missed you,” you say. Enjoying the warmth of her. A sense of calm and belonging washing over you.

Parker hums her agreement, fingers drawing patterns across your back. Both of you settle into a comfortable silence. Happy to just enjoy one another’s company. To just be for a while.

“How was your day?” you ask a little while later.

Parker tells you all about her day, about the various cases she saw and the stupid useless, but funny squabbles the day shift got into, but it’s the last part that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, “I was really tired the entire time though. Couldn’t sleep without you last night. Around 3 I was getting so stir crazy I went to the hospital and slept in an empty room.”

You knew she used to do so more often, before you had moved in together. Now she mainly does it when she’s pulling a double. She too has trouble sleeping without you… The thought makes you smile.

You: 1 – Crazy expensive bed: 0.

“How long did that last?” you ask, knowing the scarcity of rooms at the hospital.

“45 minutes,” she grumbles, “Then Lina found me and had me start early, help out with some incoming trauma.”

How she does it is beyond you. How she works such insane hours and still finds the time and energy to get up the next day to do it all again.

You kiss her. Hard and fast. Trying to somehow make her feel just how much you admire and love her.

Parker looks at you, heavy lidded, when you pull back, “If I wasn’t so tired I’d fuck you right here.”

A jolt of lust shoots through you, but you point at the building beside yours. It was 6 floors higher. Loads of appartements with views right down to your terrace.

Parker follows your finger, but bites your neck in response, sucking a little. Marking her territory.

“I don’t give a fuck if someone sees us.”

You shudder at the words, and know that if she would try to make love to you here, you’d let her. Onlookers be damned. “Too bad you’re tired.”

“Don’t test me baby,” she purrs, licking a line from the base of your neck up to your ear, teeth softly grazing it as she does so.

Her hair is still up in the bun she often wears. You know it’s for practical reasons, but it’s your favorite. You like being able to see all of her gorgeous face.

“Why is Jack here anyway?” she asks, breaking the sexual tension that was building between the two of you. Because, as much as most people probably wouldn’t agree with you, Jack is not a sexy subject to you.

Damn she must be really tired.

“Group,” you answer.

Parker sighs, “I know you have group on Saturdays, but I’ve never found him sleeping on our couch before.”

“I invited him in, because I had forgotten about it and then he made the executive decision that we weren’t going anymore. He insisted on inspecting the whole place, got on his knees to inspect the shower drain and everything.”

That gets you a grin.

“He’s also obsessed with our bed and jealous of the space,” you continue, “And I think he hadn’t slept yet after his shift, because he fell asleep before me and I don’t remember more than 5 minutes of the movie.”

“Had you slept yet?” Parker asks, concern clear in her voice. She hooks a finger under your chin. Forcing you to look up at her.

You shake your head, “I was looking at the photo album Robby gave me.”

Parker opens her mouth wide, looking just as offended as she sounds, “You looked without me? How dare you! And you know sleeping after a long shift is important!”

“Am sorry, the curiosity won,” you look up at her, angling your head as much as her finger still under you chin allows, giving her your best ‘fuck me’ eyes. Biting your lip as you look between her eyes and lips. Please be enough of a distraction to spare me a lecture about sleeping.

She releases your chin in response, hand now on your cheek, the other joining as she pulls your face to hers. Parker kisses you with a slow burning intensity that sends heat pooling at your core.

“Let’s go to bed,” she rasps, raw hunger in her eyes.

You don’t have to be told twice.

An hour later you’re a sweaty mess lying in Parker’s arm. Both of you breathing heavy when a soft knock sounds on the door.

“Come in,” Parker calls. You’re still too out of it to talk.

Jack pokes his head through the door opening. “I’m going home. Thanks fo- Oh sorry!”

He quickly pulls back, closing the door.

You can’t help the laugh escaping you.

“Abott, come back!” Parker calls.

Slowly the door opens again and Jack walks in, hand in front of his eyes, “Is it all clear?”

You roll your eyes at the absurdity, as if you and Parker would now suddenly be less covered than a moment ago.

“No, we’re fucking and I called you back in so you could watch,” Parker quips.

It’s clearly a joke but Jack doesn’t remove his hand.

“Jeez Jack, of course we’re not having sex. You can look.”

Finally, he lowers his hand. He’s blushing immensely.

He coughs, clearing his throat, “As I was saying; I am going home. Thanks for the hospitality. Parker you’re back on the dark side next week, right?”

Parker nods, “Yes sir.”

Jack nods, “Good. Y/N, is it too early to ask for blue berrymuffins?”

“I’ll send them with Parker,” you chuckle. “Should I pick you up Tuesday?”

“Sounds good. Sleep tight guys,” he says, retreating through the door. Then just before the door closes, he says, “I hope Robby and you figure it out kid.” The words so quiet you can’t help but wonder if you imagined them.

The next morning is Parker’s day off and your shift doesn’t start until 8 P.M, giving you an entire day together. To do absolutely nothing.

The sun casts a warm glow through the kitchen as you’re making breakfast. It’s a simple one. Eggs and bacon on toast.

Parker walks in, mail in hand, brows furrowed together as she’s opening one of the envelopes.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, chest tightening with worry.

“Since when does Robby have our address?”

You snatch the envelope out of her hand. Dumping the contents on the counter. A yellowed handwritten letter and a smaller, newer note, both in a squiggly, barely readable handwriting, fall out.

Parker looks over your shoulder as you grab the smaller note. Reading it.

You weren’t the only one writing letters. I didn’t have your address so I never sent this one.                                                                                                                                                    - Robby

P.S sorry if you weren’t ready to hear from me again yet. Got your address from Jack.

Well, that solves the ‘How does he know where we live?’ mystery.

Parker wraps a steadying arm around your waist as you grab the next letter. She doesn’t say anything, let’s you take the lead. Your fingers are slightly shaky as you open it.

Dear Y/N, It’s been a week since your move and I’ve missed you every single day since. I hope you’re doing well and your new school is filled with friends and nice teachers. I am sure you’ve made a lot of friends already! Yesterday I went out for ice cream, the weather is finally nice enough. I tried that blue Smurfs stuff you always get. It’s nice enough, but I still prefer something a little less artificial. They also had a new flavor I just know you’d love; Unicorn puke. It’s all colors of the rainbow. Maybe we could taste it together someday? Work is still just as busy as it’s always been, but I pinky promise you I am still trying my hardest to make sure sick people walk out healthy again. I don’t really have anything else to say, just wanted to let you know I miss you. I love you -Dad

The letter is short and clearly written for an 8 year old. Tears sting in your eyes as you finish it. You snort out a wet laugh looking at the purple unicorn Robby had drawn at the bottom of the page. It was puking a rainbow into an ice cream cone.

“I didn’t know Robby was such an artist,” Parker says.

“He wrote me letters too,” you whisper, voice shaky. Eyes scanning the letter again. Catching on the ‘I love you’ and ‘dad’ of it all.

The little girl inside you, the one that had written to him all those letters, perks up a little at the words. At what they healed deep inside of you.

But a wave of sadness also hits you. Sadness at the thought of Robby getting ice cream alone. At him sat at the table you had meals at for 3 years straight, alone. He had been alone after your mom and you left.

You focus on Parker’s steady presence behind you. Trying to think of what to do. How to respond.  

“Do we have any paper in the house?”  you ask, pulling open the kitchen drawers — Looking for a pen.

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CHAPTER SIX

[melkingsbush]

“this isn’t a discussion, it’s a monologue. so shut up and listen.”

[disastrousbarnes]

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 haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Author’s 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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Wordcount 1881

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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 wouldn’t be waiting for you when you got home.

It’s 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 — the waitress that was supposed to come in at 10 to help with the rush— 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 wouldn’t 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 it’s all her.

It’s been two years since Jack Abott first introduced you guys and you couldn’t be more grateful. Still you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that that trauma support group wasn’t the first time the two of you had met.  How had you not realized?

Jack had immediately clocked it, had straight up told you so. Knew he recognized you from somewhere, but hadn’t 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 wouldn’t 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.  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 — the same ones you saw in the mirror— 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, Robby’s 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/N’s 8th birthday. Unicorn themed for a unicorn girl.

The doorbell rings just as you’re 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.

“Why aren’t you ready?” He asks, frowning as he looks you over.

You look down at yourself. You’re wearing some worn sweats and an oversized hoodie, “Dressed for what?”

“For the meeting in approximately….” Jack looks at his watch, “30 minutes.”

You curse. You had forgotten the meeting. The trauma support group meets twice a week — 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.

“I am so sorry,” you groan, “I forgot.”

You gesture at Jack to come in.

“It’s fine,” he chuckles, “Though I wouldn’t have minded a heads up. Could have slept a little longer if I knew we weren’t going.”

You frown, “We’re not?”

Jack shakes his head, “Nope. You’ve just invited me into your home for the first time. I am not leaving until I’ve inspected the entire thing.”

“You’ve never been inside before?” 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.

“I figured you were just a very private person,” Jack says, stopping at the picture frames hung in the entryway. Most were of you and Parker. A couple of your friends, Parker’s 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. 

You wonder is Robby would let you keep the unicorn one for the wall…

“I tell you my deepest darkest secrets, but you think coming into my home is too private?”  you snort.

Jack rolls his eyes, “People have different boundaries.”

“You let me into your house an hour after we met.”

“I have no boundaries. People don’t want to be around my whole depressed grumpy old widow thing. So I don’t need them.”

You grin at the man in front of you. He is grumpy old bastard.

“So do you want a tour?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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.

“Wow,” Jack said as you swung open the door to you and Parker’s bedroom. “This is nice.”

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 it’s 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.

“Thanks,” you say, leaning in the doorway as Jack throws himself onto the bed.

Jack whistles appreciatively, “Now this is a bed.”

“You don’t want to know the price tag on that thing,” 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.

“I don’t want to know the rent on this appartement either I think,” Jack says, “How on earth you’re affording this much space is beyond me. Especially before Parker.”

“I own it.” You shrug, playing with the ring hanging from your necklace, “Got myself a rich dead husband before I realized I was gay. Remember?”

“Oh yes that was it! If only we could all have rich dead husbands instead of dead not rich wives.” 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.

“How about you show me the downstairs. I’ve been dying to see the kitchen where you bake all that delicious stuff.” 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. “I remember the unicorn birthday. Robby was so worried you wouldn’t like it. Would find it childish.”

You snort, “I was 8.”

“You were quite the little lady. It was all Robby talked about.” Jack runs his finger across the picture, chucking as he spots himself in the background. “My wife made me that headband. All the kids at the party were so jealous of it!”

“You were at my children’s party?”

“Yeah Robby needed someone to help him deal with the wild gaggle of kids on a cupcake fueled sugar high.”

You frown, anxiety churning in your gut, your fingers playing with the bracelet on your wrist. “Why wasn’t my mom there?”

Jack stiffens, “Your mom was preparing your move. Robby had to beg her to allow him to throw this party. You left the next day.”

Tears sting your eyes as you fight the hurt  roiling it’s 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

[disastrousbarnes]

Some things never change, but people do (Masterlist)

Pairing(s): Parker Ellis x Reader (Romantic), Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader ((Step) dad - Daughter)

Warning: 18+, NSFW

Summary:

You haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Note:

This is an ongoing work and will be updated as the chapters are uploaded!

Chapter one:  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

[disastrousbarnes]

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 haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Author’s note:

I am definitly avoiding intership assignments to write this. Oops

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FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME

Wordcount: 2105

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER TWO

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You’ve always enjoyed the quiet hours between 8 and 10 p.m, when there were barely any people in the diner. Most didn’t 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 diner’s main reset hour clientele.

Even now the only people sitting in a booth at the back are dressed in scrubs. They weren’t 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t going to be happy…

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 hadn’t 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 didn’t — obviously fake — cough. Parker pulls away with a groan, resting her forehead against yours. She smiles at you slightly, “You’ve got this.”

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. “Hi, please pick a seat. I’ll be over shortly to take you orders and introduce myself.”

Parker squeezes your ass and moves to follow her colleagues. They’re 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.

Robby’s fingers tick against his legs, “Hey Kid.”

“Hey,” you manage, pointing to the barstools in front of the counter. “Please sit down. Is there anything I can get you? Coffee?”

Robby sits down, the movement is halted, unsure. “Coffee would be nice.”

You poor him a cup and place it in front of him, “Still take it black?”

He looks up at you, eyes wide, “You remembered?”

“Yes,” you admit, “you were the first person I’ve ever played tea party with. It left an impression.” It comes out far more casual than you feel. Somehow remembering this about him feels far too intimate. Like you’re exposing some part of you that hasn’t seen the light in ages. All you want to do is take it back, push him away, but you promised Parker you wouldn’t. That you’d have this conversation as an adult. Had to or else she would keep withholding your orgasm.

Robby smiles at you and you aren’t sure if he’s teary-eyed because you remembered or if he’s just extremely tired. Perhaps both. “I remember that too. The tiara’s and pink feather boa’s.”

“Uhm, mine was lilac purple. You always claimed the pink one before I could.” You can’t help but smile back.

“Thanks for agreeing to meet me,” 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 coworkers’ seats. She’s clearly very comfortable with these people. You wish you could borrow some of her easy-going spirit right now. “No problem, I am just going to take the other orders and then we can talk,” you say, “And you can also get something to eat of course!”  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 you’ve 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. “Thanks,” 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.

“Hi, my name is Y/N. What can I help you with tonight?” You smile your practiced waitress smile. It’s a warm, inviting sort of smile, designed to put people at ease. “I 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.”

The group nods, and Parker runs a comforting hand across the bottom of your arm.

“Though I am certain if you have any special requests the kitchen would be happy to accommodate,” as you say it the steady clinking noises from the kitchen halt. You knew those fuckers were listening in, “Right Benjamin?”

Benjamin, a big burly old man, and the diners head chef, sticks his head through the window to the kitchen, “Am not.”

You chuckle, “Yes you are. Otherwise, you shouldn’t have been listening in on my conversations.”

“Fine, whatever boss.” Benjamin is out of view within seconds and the clinging resumes.

“So, what can I get you guys?”

“You can tell us a little more about how you’ve met Parker,” a woman with braided back, dark red hair and bangs says.

“I already gave you my name, so before I spill all of P’s secrets, I would love to know yours,” you quip back.

“Secrets huh?” The doctor says, looking pointedly at Parker. She stands up and reaches her hand towards yours, “Cassie Mckay, third year resident at PTMC.”

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 can’t 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 they’d first entered. But you needed it. Needed her.

You’re about to walk away when Trinity asks, “Why is Robby sitting somewhere else?”

You freeze. Unsure of what to say. You don’t know these people.

Thankfully Parker answers for you, “He wants the recipe for yesterday’s chocolate chip cookies and Y/N said she would only give it to him is he beat her in a debate.”

You shrug as nonchalantly as you can manage, “He’s going to lose.”

The group chuckles at that, but Trinity is still looking at you. Studying you. Her green eyes pinning you to your spot.

“But I’ll give you the recipe for free if you’d like,” you offer, knowing damned well she has no interest in the recipe. And is trying to figure out what you’re hiding. You’ve only just met her but can tell she’s crazy perceptive.

Trinity laughs at the offer. It’s a sarcastic one, but a laugh none the less, “I would prefer it if you just dropped the cookies off. I am no good at baking.”

“I can make them good for a different kind of baking?” you offer, wiggling your brows. “Help you relax after a long week?”

“Now that is an offer, I can’t say no to.” The smile that earns you is genuine and open.

Perhaps you’ve managed to pass her test. You wink at the woman, running your fingers across Parker’s shoulder as you walk away.

“Have you decided what you’d like to eat?” you ask Robby in lieu of a greeting.

The menu is closed in front of him, the coffee cup empty. In his hands he’s holding weathered leatherbound book. “I brought this for you.”

You look at the book he’s now holding out, “A bible?”

Robby chuckles, “Yes, I figured you could use God.”

“Is that a homophobic retort, mister Robinavich?”

“Absolutely, I asked you to please meet me so I could convince you how wrong your relationship with Ellis is.”

“Parker,” you correct. “I know the ER is very much last name based, but outside of work she still goes by her real name.”

Robby nods, “Parker.” He slides the ‘bible’ over to you. “I am not trying to convince you of anything. These are all the pictures I have of you.”

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 he’s looked at them often.

“I want you to have them.”

“Why didn’t you ever write me back?” 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 you’d ask him. Had imagined the conversation — and all the ways it could go wrong — for hours after Parker had fallen asleep.

None of those versions included the photo album.

Robby frowns at you, “What letters?”

“The first two years after we moved, I wrote you a letter every week. Telling you about everything I’d learn in school and the new language. Mom always posted them for me.” You had written over a hundred letters wanting to keep your ‘dad’ informed. The realization he wouldn’t ever send one back had dawned the week before your tenth birthday. You had vowed to hate him forever…

His face has shifted now, eyes soft, brows knit together and head tilted slightly to the side.

“Did you move?” you ask, but you know the answer already. He hadn’t.

“No.”

A roaring sound in your head. Thoughts scrambling to keep up. Your mom had lied. She lied to you.

You feel Robby’s hand on your shoulder as he leans across the counter, “I would have written back, kid.”

You rub your palms in your eyes, feeling the wetness. When did you start crying?

“I hate you,” you mumble. His hand stills. “The hatred is all I have.”

“What happened to you kid?” the question isn’t one of accusation, it’s 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 doesn’t. 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.

“I uhm. It’s a long story,” you say regaining some sense of composure.

“One for another time?”  Robby asks, sensing your next words.

You nod, “When we’re somewhere more private?” Your eyes dart to the kitchen window.

Robby nods in understanding.

“Soon though,” 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 you’re pretty sure it’s 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

[disastrousbarnes]

Even though it’s 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.

[disastrousbarnes]

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 haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Author’s note:

This chapter is 100% porn with plot. Drivin by my sleepdeprived needs.

Feedback is always apreciated.

Not beta'd

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME

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 you’re 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 it’s your night off.

“Hey baby,” Parker shouts from the kitchen. “You hungry?”

Your stomach growls loudly in response. “I guess so,” 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, “You should wear your hair like that more often. It’s quite an eyecatcher.”

You look at your reflection in the mirror. Your signature winged eyeliner is smudged and you’re hair is basically a bird’s nest. “Great,” you grumble, “You look incredible and hot and sexy and I look just as disheveled as I feel.”

Parker frowns,  turning away from flipping the burgers and towards you. “Is this about Robby?” she asks.

You shrug, “I don’t know if I want to talk about that right now.”

“But I thought we agreed to always talk stuff through.”

You want to tell her off. Tell her you need to handle this yourself and she wouldn’t understand. But you worked on yourself to much — and had paid some therapist far too much money— to follow the childish, toxic impulse.

You still really don’t 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. “I promise you we will talk about this. I will tell you exactly how I feel. Truly,” you say. Softly you press a kiss to her lips. “I just need to forget about it for a second first.”

Parker lets out a soft hmm, enjoying your touch. Her hips buck ever so slightly towards you.

“You look so good,” you coo, fingers trailing up and down the soft curve of her side. Usually you’re 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. “Turn off the stove and make your way to the bedroom,” you order.

Parker glances to the stove, “But our burgers are almost done.”

You chuckle, “What a thing to worry about when I am offering you sex. Don’t want me to eat you out?”

Parker moans at your words, “I do.”

“Good,” you say, lifting you knee up between parkers legs. All the way until it’s pressing against her crotch. Parker moves back and forth a little, grinding on your leg. A low whine escapes her in response. “Now turn of the stove and lie on the bed like the good girl you are.”

It’s not often you’re 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. It’s a king-size boxspring monstrosity, but it’s the most comfortable bed you’ve ever owned. Between your nights waitressing at the diner and Parker’s nightshifts, a comfortable bed and some crazy good blackout curtains are two of the most important thing in the appartement.  

Parker is laying in the middle of the bed — completely naked— 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, “Getting started without me?”

“You were taking to long,” Parker says, always a brat. “And 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?

“It wouldn’t have mattered even if I had made you wait an entire hour,” you say, tone strict, as you walk over to her. “That pussy is my property and you don’t get to touch it without my permission.

“You are not the boss of me,” Parker starts, “You were the one cry-“

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.

“Your hands stay there or I stop.”

Parker goes still, looking up at you with hungry eyes. “Please,” 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 doesn’t stop her from trying.

“Please,” Parker says again.

You chuckle against her wetness, “So desperate for me huh?”

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.

“I love you,” 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.

“Yes, oh yes,” She yells out as you hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“Wanna come for me?” you tease, pressing the hand that was playing with her boob on the bottom of her belly and pressing down a little. “Gonna come all over my face?”

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. You’re resting against the headboard. Some random sitcom is playing on the TV. Neither of you is really watching. You’re 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 don’t mind the easy access either…

Parker presses soft kisses to your chest, slowly encircling your nipple. She sucks. The contact sends a ripple of lust trough you.

“We need to sleep,” You mumble, trying to ignore the pulsing in your pussy. “You have a dayshift again in the morning."

Parker groans a the reminder and releases your nipple with a pop. “We can’t sleep until we talk about today.”

 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 don’t leave out a single detail of your interaction. By the time your finished Parker looks at you tentatively.

“Wait, if Robby and Abott have both worked at PTMC since residency, how come you were surprised to see him there?”

“I was 8 when my mom left him. I had no clue where he worked, only that he made sick people better,” You say.

Parker chuckles, “So when are you grabbing a coffee with him?”

You shrug, “I am not sure that I want too.”

“Why not?”  Parker asks she’s frowning now, “Do you blame him?”

No. Yes. I don’t know. None of those seem to encompass the confusing things you’re feeling right now. You had never wanted to see Robby again, but you had never truly thought seeing him again was an option either. “I send him letters.”

Parker’s eyes soften at that. Her arms squeezing around you. Her steady presence calming you.

“And he never responded.”

“Are you sure he got them?” Parker asks tentatively, her mouth quirked to the side.

You shake your head. You weren’t even sure your mom had ever send them. You hadn’t even know his address. Now you knows this, but 9 year old Y/N, who’s entire life had just been uprooted hadn’t. No you had just been so incredibly hurt.

“Look, I get why your hurt,” She presses a kiss to your jaw, “But I know who Robby is now and he is a deeply, deeply flawed man. He’s also an incredible and good person.”

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 she’s kissing you pubic bone.

You’re so wet you’ve forgotten what sleep even is.

“I think,” Parker muses, hovering right above your vagina, “You should meet up with Robby. Find out why he never wrote you back. You owe yourself as much.”

You groan both because you know she’s right and because you are so desperate for her touch you fear you’re about to explode. “Fine,” you growl. “Bring him to the diner after your shift for dinner. You can bring others if you’d like.”

Parker smirks up at you as her tongue dips into your core, “Good girl.”

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CHAPTER THREE

[disastrousbarnes]

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 haven’t seen Michael Robinavitch in years.

So naturally, the next time you do is when you’re 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.

Author’s 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.

“Sorry dad,” 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 — 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.

“Y/N,” He says, stepping towards you. His trained eye inspects you. Finally he asks, “Are you okay?”

You nod, holding up the tin of cookies, “Just dropping of some cookies.”

Dad’s — Robby’s, you correct yourself. He wasn’t ever your real dad. Just the only one to ever feel like it. — eyebrows rise in surprise, “And why are you bringing cookies to my ER?”

Heat spreads across your face and you know you’re blushing. “They’re for my partner.”

Robby looks around, scanning the crowded room, “Are they a patient here?”

“No,” you don’t 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. “Am I allowed to ask which of my doctors or nurses they’re for?”

You’re about to tell him to mind his business, when Doctor Abott — Jack, he insists you call him— rounds the corner, “Hey kiddo, ooh are those cookies?”

You hold out the tin, smiling, “Chocolate chip!”

Jack takes one and just as he is about to take a bite he seems to notice Robby standing there, “Are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

But he doesn’t respond, just keeps staring at you.

It takes you right back to how he’d 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 aren’t 5 years old anymore and he is not your dad. Real dads don’t just disappear.

You lift your chin in defiance. Ignoring the way Jack looks back and forth between you, eyes wide.  Neither of you seems inclined to give in.

“Is  she-“ 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 it’s Parker before her head is resting on your shoudlders and her lips are pressed to you cheek.

“Hey baby,” she says, breath warm against your skin.

You’re 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.

“Oh hey Robby, I see that you’ve met my girlfriend!” Parker dips her hand into the cookie tin, emerging with wat looks to be the biggest one in the entre tin.

Robby still doesn’t say anything. Looking between the two of you now. Fists right at his side.

Parker tenses behind you, “Earth to Doctor Robby.” She waves a hand in front of his eyes.

“Doctor Ellis,” he finally says.

“Why are you guys staring at one another like you’re about to kill eachother?”

You sigh, “Remember that stepdad I told you about? The one I lived with the last time I lived in Pittsburgh?”

Parker nods. Robby straightens ever so slightly. And you swear something like sarrow flashes through his eyes.

“Well, Parker Ellis, meet my former stepdad; Michael Robinavich,” you gesture half-heartedly to the man.

Robby opens his mouth to speak, when Jack is suddenly beside you again, “Ellis, you’re needed in trauma 6. Your broken pelvis guy is bleeding internally.”

“Fuck. This was just getting interesting,” she grumbles, peeling away from you.

Finally you break Robby’s 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 you’re trying to to conceive is clear. We’ll 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. It’s 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.

“I knew I recognized you from somewhere. I just didn’t know from when,” Jack says, pointing at the other man in the shot. “That’s me.”

Then his fingers move to the woman, “My wife.”

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, “When was this?”

“4th of July,” Robby says. You frown. He can’t even see the picture from where you’re standing. How would he even know.

But Jack nods his confirmation.

“You 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,” Robby points to Jack with his thumb. “I found you home alone after my shift and didn’t know the best place to go watch the fireworks. I didn’t 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.”

“And we’ve been fast friends since then. My wife was immediately enamored with you and I had someone to struggle through residency with,” 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 couldn’t  stop thinking about how there is actual picture proof of your time with Robby. Evidence the three years spend in Pittsburgh had been real.

“Wow,” you  finally manage, tracing the picture. “I didn’t know.”

Robby seems to sense what you mean, “Your mother is a complicated woman but she always loved you very much. And I am sure she still does.”

“She’s dead.”

 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 couldn’t stop crying. “I am so sorry, Y/N.”

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 he’ll respect your boundaries.

“I can’t do this.” You’re not sure the words are more than a whisper, but it takes everything in you to grind out the words. “Sorry.”

Dana — A dayshift charge nurse, you remembered— walks up to you guys right as you were about to bolt.

“Robby, Abott, incoming trauma. 9 car pile-up on the freeway. At least 6 people are routed to us. ETA 5 minutes,” she says. Dana has a natural authoritative presence you can’t help but admire. She looks at you and the tin of cookies in your hands and smiles, “Is it finally our turn to receive some of your delicious treats?”

You nod, “Parkers is working dayshifts this week.”

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, “Kid, these are incredible.”

You smile at the praise, “Got any requests for tomorrow?”

Dana thinks a second, “How ‘bout some brownies? Robby loves those. Don’t ya Robby?”

Robby nods, but he looks as anxious as you feel. Brows bunched together and eyes big.

You have to get out of here.

“Okay, brownies it is. Bye!” The words come out too quick as you push the tin of cookies into Dana’s 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.

It’s 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 you’ve 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 too…

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