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thecreelhouse · 9 months ago

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part six - a world I can call mine

Paring: Steve Harrington x Francesca “Frankie” Amato (fem!OC)

Summary: Despite Steve’s past trying to haunt him again, and Frankie’s insecurities holding her back, the unlikely couple navigate their way through it all, realizing that love really is the point of it all.

WC: 17k (lol my bad)

Includes: language, PTSD (related to July 4th 1985), some hurt/tons of comfort, fluff, soft/emotional smut (keeping it as realistic as possible in theme with the rest of the series), fibromyalgia, lupus, internalized ableism, body image issues, happy endings and one more happy surprise for our boy ☺️

series playlist ⋮ masterlist ⋮ mixtape from part five

frankie - bruce springsteen

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“well Frankie I don't know what I'm gonna find / maybe nothing at all, maybe a world I can call mine shining like these streetlights down here on the strand / bright as the rain in the palm of your hand”

A/N: we’re finally here, last part of this little series! I’m sorry for the delay on posting (funnily, from med. issues lmao). this ended up being 3 parts longer than anticipated, but I think it was for the best to properly give detail to Steve’s PTSD/chronic illness, and Frankie’s backstory. tysm to anyone who took the time to give fic a chance, especially to y’all who stuck around and supported the hell out of this with kind comments, messages, etc. I knew going into this writing an OC wouldn’t be popular, but I am so glad I stuck with this until the end, bc it reached some fellow sick babes that could relate, and that means more than high numbers of notes. who knows, maybe I’ll end up writing some blurbs for these two down the road 🥰 sorry for the rambling! tl;dr: thanks for the support, ily, and I hope you enjoy the ending <3

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It’s the Fourth of July.

Steve hates the Fourth of July.

The rest of Chicago is abuzz with parties and cookouts, scents of freshly cut grass and grilled food linger longingly in the summer’s heat; Steve’s got the AC cranked, curtains drawn shut, burrowed deep under his covers. Every so often, someone sets off firecrackers— aren’t those illegal here, too?— and with each sharp, fleeting sound, echoing above the dull hum of the air conditioner, he winces, flinches.

Steve pulls at the drawstrings of Frankie’s hoodie, all pilly and worn in, and as close to a hug as he can get from her right now. It smells like her, floral notes that don’t trigger his migraines; a blessing in disguise. He understands the infatuation previous partners of his had with stealing his comfy clothes now, how comforting it is to slip into someone’s personal security blanket. An armor of soft safety, shielding him from a day filled to the brim with triggers, threatening to shove him back into one of the most horrific nights of his life.

Things, events, people he never once thought twice about have become triggers after surviving Starcourt’s demise. The flip side to triggers, though, is when the positive impacts you enough to bring you joy, comfort, by the tiniest, mundane details in life. Right now, this sweatshirt was bringing him enough comfort to stay grounded.

He’d rather it was Frankie wrapped around him instead, but he’ll take what he can get. While she tried bailing on plans with her family to take care of him, Steve insisted she go and enjoy herself.

Originally, Steve had plans with his friends, a night of distractions like movies and DnD and whatever else they could come up with. Even if there were fireworks present, Steve could endure them with his friends; Robin and Dustin understood the PTSD firsthand, and Eddie, who wasn’t there that night, was still empathetic as always.

Instead, a migraine came along and ruined it all. Steve couldn’t take any lights or sounds, and though the distraction from fireworks would’ve helped, he couldn’t bring himself to ruin the fun his friends would have. Though they insisted his mental health came first before their plans, he insisted further that they’d enjoy the night than be stuck inside with a wet blanket like him. It’s not like anyone can help, or take the pain away; he takes his meds, makes himself as comfortable as possible, and tries to ride out the rest of the night.

Could’ve sworn fireworks were illegal in the entire state, what the fuck?

He remembers being on vacation with his family as a kid, staring at all of the pop-up tents selling fireworks just at the edge of the state border as they drove by. Laws surrounding fireworks for Indiana weren’t nearly as tough, so it was common for folks to cross state lines to pick up some dangerous party favors.

Back then, Steve loved fireworks. His parents still paid little to no attention to him, but fireworks meant sparklers, and sparklers meant playing with his cousins on vacation. Running around, scream-laughing as children do, chasing fireflies to catch and playing with the sparklers— under adult supervision, of course. Not from his parents, of course.

Once the big fireworks were set off, his eyes would light up in awe as the sky above would explode into glittering patterns. He and the other kids would give their ooohs and aahhs, mesmerized by the twinkling bursts of fire, booming loud enough to shake in his chest.

It was one of the rare moments as a child where he didn’t feel so alone.

Steve now, though, barely knows that kid of the past, apologizing silently to his younger self quite often on this holiday for all the failure as an adult. If he could go back in time and shield himself from the future, he’d—

A loud bang rattles outside his window, startling all thoughts from his mind. His meds aren’t kicking in fast enough, so he’s left grabbing at his ears, palms flush against his head to block out the noise pounding through his brain as his eyes screw shut.

“I’m safe, I’m safe, I’m safe.”

Another sharp crack, then a high pitched whistle, followed by a rumbling boom— it doesn’t matter how tightly his eyes are shut, he can still see himself and the others throwing explosives at the Mind Flayer down in Starcourt’s food court. He’s so deep into the past again, he can barely see out of his eye, the one swollen shut all those years ago. The one that he loses his vision in when the ocular migraines ramp up. The one where he scared Frankie during one of his worst episodes, casually pointing out, “Yeah, I can’t see shit in this eye”.

Steve tries to redirect, focus on something, anything good—

Fireworks flash through the blinds, slip under his heavy curtains, just enough to fling him further into the past.

He looks on as Lucas shoots his Wrist-Rocket all over again with skill and precision, he can feel the fear looming over him, building in his heart watching El, laying defenseless before the Mind Flayer, he can hear Billy shouting as he’s killed, gargling through his own blood choking him, he can see the terror and loss written all over Max’s face as her screams echo in his head.

He’s drowning in the flashbacks, completely unaware of the way his breath quickens and his body tenses, bracing for danger. The ache in his head is splitting through his skull now, enough to bring him to his senses, to the present.

I can’t afford another hospital trip, and no one’s here with me.

Yet Steve shakes, continues to curl up into the fetal position, hoping, wishing, praying, everything stops. He can’t process the sharp sounds and flashing lights without falling into fight or flight mode.

“Stop, stop, stop…”

Shuddering, his body forces him to suck in a deep breath. He inhales the cozy, calming scent of Frankie’s hoodie, and it acts as a roadblock before he can hurtle down a road far too deep into the past. He slides his thumbs into the makeshift holes Frankie likes to add to her sleeves, grabbing onto the edges of the soft, worn-in fabric. He sighs, bottom lip trembling, squeezing the fabric a little tighter. He knows he has to learn to fight through these flashbacks on his own, and he has before, but tonight is rougher than usual while he’s all alone. This is a traumatic anniversary that he’s never been able to face without the others.

Steve considers attempting to run next door for the help of his friends, but immediately shoots the idea down. Don’t ruin their night.

Then, he’s reaching from under his covers for the telephone on the nightstand, about to dial Frankie’s number, but remembers she’s not home.

The thought almost fully crosses his mind to try reaching out to his parents, but he abandons that as quickly as it appears; there’s no way in hell they’d give a shit right now. Or ever.

Trying to keep calm, he inhales slowly, deeply, catching the faint, floral notes from Frankie’s hoodie again; it’s small, but it’s something to keep him grounded for now. He takes a few more deep breaths, wrapping his arms around himself, trying to imagine it’s her holding him. That seems to give a tiny bit of comfort, too. In fact, it’s almost like she’s here with him.

“Stevie?”

Okay, that sounds too real to be part of his grounding thoughts.

“Shh, you’re okay, I got you.”

Steve dares to open his eyes, just barely making out Frankie’s figure under the covers with him. Surprisingly, he’s not even startled, just confused among the panic.

“When did— have you— were you here the whole time?” He loathes the way his voice cracks and fractures, on the verge of more tears.

“Just got here…” Right. She has a key. “… is it okay if I hold you?”

Steve nods frantically, ducking his face into her neck.

“Fuck, m’so glad you’re here.” Then, guilt sets in. “Did you leave early? You didn’t have to— I would’ve been okay—“

Quit lying to yourself. You’re far from okay.

She runs her fingers through his hair with one hand, tracing patterns lightly with the tips of her fingers along his back with the other. He melts into her touch, and while the worry never fully fades, he can feel himself come back to the present as the minutes pass.

“Eh, wasn’t missing much. Would’ve rather spent the night with you.” Unsure if she means it, he still takes the reassurance. “You’re safe, I promise. Won’t let anything happen to you, Steve.”

Fireworks continue, forcing him to freeze up in her embrace, body jolting each time he’s startled by a clap of an explosion.

“We’re safe, you are safe.” Frankie’s promises are so soothing, gentle, even as he’s startled over and over, they feel like a shield protecting him. “You’re safe with me.”

Steve remembers promising Frankie those exact words, high up in the Sears Tower to keep her fear of heights at bay. He meant and still does stand by those words, and he knows Frankie means them, too.

It breaks him, but in a therapeutic, cathartic sort of way. Tears prick at the edges of his eyes, spilling over with ease as he shudders into sobs, gripping tighter onto her.

“I’m so—“

Again, Frankie shushes him gently. “There’s nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry I didn’t come over sooner.” He wants to protest, wants to remind her she’s got nothing to apologize for, either, but that’s forgotten after she asks, “What do you need? What can I do?”

Steve shakes his head, sniffling, “Nothing, not— there’s really not much but riding it out, usually.” Another succession of crackling explosions round off, and he shoves his palms over his ears. “I wish this shit would go away, ‘Key. Just— I just want it to stop.”

“I brought something that might help a little,” She presses a kiss to his forehead, reluctantly slipping from his grasp. His fingers grip onto her shirt, but she rests her hand softly over his, “It’s okay, I’m not leaving you. Where’s your Walkman?”

“It’s on the d- desk,” He stutters, pushing away the blankets, lips curled downwards. “But my headphones don’t block out the loud noises.”

Frankie moves swiftly, reaching for his cassette player and grabbing something from her bag on the floor, before climbing back into bed with him.

“I know, that’s why I brought these,” She holds up a pair of Koss studio headphones; they’re expensive, and useful to block out surrounding sounds. He recognizes them immediately.

“Are these from the shop?”

With a smirk, she shrugs, “Might be from the listening booth, who knows. Not like anyone’s using them right now.”

“Are you sure? I don’t—“ Another shrill whistle, then a bang, echoes through the neighborhood, and Steve flinches. “You can’t hear it, though.”

“Well, this is why my invention of shared headphones would be useful,” She teases, unwinding the cord to plug into his player. “But until that idea takes off, you need these more right now.”

Steve’s too fatigued, too deep in pain to argue; he takes the headphones, placing them over his ears, instantly soothed by the lack of noise. Frankie flashes a tape between her fingers, waiting for his approval, popping it inside the Walkman after he nods.

Since the night Frankie confessed her feelings for Steve through a mixtape made for him, she’s been making him a variety of tapes— ones for certain moods, ones for music recommendations, and mixes of his favorite songs.

It’s awkward at first, trying to lay back down with the bulky headphones on, so she gently shifts around, sliding behind him to sit up against his headboard. Her legs fall open, giving him space to lay back against her as she cuddles him from behind.

Wrapped up in Frankie’s embrace, Steve finally feels himself relax, even a little bit; he pulls the covers over the two of them, allowing the music from the headphones to softly fill his ears. She keeps her legs positioned around him loosely, but still fencing him off from the world, hoping it brings some comfort.

Though he’s too upset to pay much attention to the songs that play, lost in his thoughts as he tries to stay rooted in reality, he’s grateful he can’t hear the fireworks at all anymore. The louder ones still vibrate through the apartment, rattling his bones, but Frankie keeps him anchored with soothing, tender touches.

And sure, maybe this isn’t exactly the time for a thought like this, but Steve feels so genuinely loved in this moment. Everything is shit, this holiday is hell on earth for him, but he’s not facing it alone. Frankie has managed to find ways to ease his anxious thoughts, enough to survive them.

Steve’s heart is heavy; despite the distance from tonight and July 4th 1985, it feels like it was yesterday. It feels like it’s happening right now.

Since the night he fought the demogorgon off with Nancy and Jonathan, it’s become second nature to put others before himself; never for recognition, but stemming from the endless care and concern after brushing close enough with danger. The trauma of always trying to please his parents probably had something to do with the way he cared for others first, but he can’t unpack that tonight.

Protecting anyone within arms’ reach was Steve’s priority, growing more and more prominent as time passed. The years rolled on, the destruction to Hawkins, everyone’s lives, his mental health— it never stopped.

Trauma can’t shake you if you care for others before yourself. At least, that’s what he believed.

When Hawkins was obliterated before his eyes, the blast forced all of that trauma to the forefront of his mind; with no one to take care of before himself, Steve had to rewire the protective mentality for his own safety. All of this time later, after years of therapy, healing with his friends, learning more about himself than he ever had, he finally got a grasp on putting his needs first. He finally had the tools to cope with the emotional wreckage left behind.

Every Fourth of July, though, he can’t do it alone. He can’t figure out exactly why he’s weakest on this date— sure, looking to the past, he was quite honestly to hell and back that night in 1985. It still doesn’t explain to him why this night hits harder alone than any other traumaversary.

Frankie can’t destroy the trauma for him, she can’t take the mental anguish away, nor can she cure the physical agony his past has burdened him with, but she can guide him through the night. She can shield him from the triggers until morning comes. The pain doesn’t instantly vanish come July 5th, but it does taper down, becoming easier to battle and ward off the worst of the panic.

Steve’s friends might’ve helped him on this anniversary in the past, but he’s never had anyone outside of the disaster stick by his side and comfort him until dawn. No one’s ever stayed long enough to even see a glimpse of this side that he attempted to bury. No one’s ever cared for that long. No one’s ever loved him thoroughly like Frankie does.

Though his heart is heavy, burdened with such unthinkable, unfortunate events, he can see the light at the end of the tunnel, so long as he doesn’t float off and away into the deepest corners of his trauma. Tonight, he doesn’t feel so hopeless. Not when he’s safe, and comforted, and loved by Frankie.

The headphones work so well, Steve can’t hear himself when he murmurs, “I love you,” to her. It must be clearly understood, because she wraps herself around him tighter, embrace like a weighted blanket. Secure. Strong.

The night continues with Frankie holding Steve, the fireworks shooting off rapidly, and the tape in his Walkman rolling along.

This year’s anniversary is one he’ll survive.

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The timing of Eddie and Dustin moving to the city couldn’t have been more perfect; Frankie’s been too ill to work as often, and Eddie needed a job, so he takes over most of her shifts. On days Dustin was free, sometimes he’d help out for a few hours, too.

Frankie couldn’t express enough how grateful she was for all three of them helping so much, so aside from obvious paychecks, she made them mixtapes, and bought coffee whenever they’d allow it. That wasn’t often, though, as Steve insisted she should be resting at home; knowing he was right, she reluctantly agreed.

The day’s heatwave lures folks into the record store with a promise of cooling off, keeping the two men busy for most of the day. When the door’s bell chimes, Steve’s gaze flits up to find Frankie, taking a little more care in her steps than usual; though he’s always happy to see her, worry sets in with a concerned frown.

“Honey,” He rounds the counter to meet her by the door. The butterfly-shaped rash along her cheeks is prominent today; Steve knows the heat and humidity irritate her skin even more than usual. “You really need to—“

“Rest, I know, I know,” She agrees, but explains, “I needed to show Dustin and Eddie something, with the… the, uh—“

“Stockroom!” Dustin rushes out; Eddie nods like a bobblehead.

“Oh… you could’ve told me and I would’ve done that for you—“

“Yeah, but you know how it is, sometimes it’s easier to see something explained than it be told to you,” Eddie adds. Steve gives them all a skeptical glance.

Something’s up.

“Okay… well, do you want my help?”

“No!” Frankie cringes at herself; last time she did that was when Steve asked if he could play her mixtape, confessing her feelings immediately after opening it. “Sorry, I— no, it’s okay, someone should probably be up front, anyway.” She presses up on the balls of her feet, kissing his cheek, then turning to head to the stockroom.

As Eddie and Dustin trail behind her, Steve’s brows furrow as his thoughts pester him.

What the hell was that about? It’s not like any of them to hide anything.

Before his anxiety carries him away, he shakes the thoughts from his mind; he trusts all three of them with his life. Whatever’s going on will be okay.

Yet that doesn’t stop the thoughts from creeping back later that night, spiraling him into concern all over again.

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The first real date Steve and Frankie have isn’t what either had pictured, but it’s nothing to complain about.

Ever since the night Steve confided in Frankie about his past and what happened to Hawkins, the little joke about going out for milkshakes, making a passing comment as a date— it only felt right a night out for milkshakes would be the official first date.

Except, neither of them planned for Frankie to get sick. Plans and chronic illness, they’re enemies, through and through. Chronic illnesses, dynamic disabilities, they don’t care what you’re looking forward to.

Though Frankie had been back on an intense medication regimen, it wasn’t enough sometimes. It was only a matter of time before her treatment would have to switch to something more intensive, like infusions; they both knew that, but neither of them wanted to speak it into existence quite yet. Just try to enjoy life together for a little while longer, until most of her time would be stolen away from treatment and recovering from the side effects.

Indirectly, though, Steve always reminded, and encouraged her, to get more help if she needed. He couldn’t drag her to the hospital, couldn’t force her to sit for hours with an IV poked into her body, only to come home feeling worse, until the medication finally ran its course enough to actually help her. Even then, it’d be a few weeks at least until she’d begin to improve.

So, their first date ends up with the two of them at Frankie’s apartment, both in comfy clothes, sipping on massive milkshakes Steve got with takeout food, with old Hollywood movies and TV reruns droning on in the background, enjoying one another’s company.

Now, Frankie convinced Steve they should try painting along to an episode of Bob Ross. It’s a silly disaster, one they both find hilarious; only ten minutes in, they’re both covered in paint in places that are nonsensical.

“Okay, you made that part up!” Frankie points to Steve’s canvas, finger accidentally touching the pine tree he absentmindedly painted bright blue. Her fingerprint etches itself into the wet paint. “Oops.” She wipes her finger off on her shirt. “Where the hell have you seen trees like that?”

“Did I?” He glances down, snorting. “Shit. Guess I did. I think I got the sky and trees confused. But maybe I’m taking an artistic approach! Surprised you’d be so close minded, honey.”

She laughs, turning her attention back to the screen, “You’re sober, right?” She pokes her tongue out of the side of her mouth, eyes flitting between the screen and her canvas, trying to catch up on directions she missed. Steve’s caught off guard, admiring how adorable she is while she’s focused.

“Embarrassingly enough, I am.” He glances back up at the screen, face dropping. “Aw, ‘Key, look what you made me do! I missed the whole fucking lake.”

“So paint it in! Not my fault you’re ogling at me and my goofy, fuzzball head.” She spares a second to stick her tongue out, piercing sparkling in the dim light at her partner, who playfully flips her off in return.

“Yeah, well, you’re missing yours, too.”

As Steve settles down, genuinely trying to paint along, something cold and wet hits his cheek. Paintbrush still in hand, he touches his face, pulling his fingers back to find neon yellow paint dripping down them.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Amato.” He narrows his stare at her, so she pouts.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Frankie leans over with a paint rag, and Steve thinks she’s about to clean it off, but he’s blindsided as a gob of paint hits the clean side of his face. She grins smugly at him, “Now the job’s finished.”

Steve sighs before lunging at her, cautious not to hurt her as he brings her to the floor, paintbrush gripped between his fingers. She wiggles underneath him, trying to escape as she laughs; he wishes he could record her laugh, because it instantly brings a smile to his own face, always, but that’s probably weird.

“We’re missing the show!” She exclaims, arms out, straight and stiff to hold him off; a fit of giggles takes control. Her laugh is contagious, running through Steve, too.

“Honey, I think that’s a lost cause at this point.” He flicks paint onto the tip of her nose, a deep purple shade, so she grabs another paintbrush nearby, retaliating with a few drips of metallic gold on his chin.

It carries on, back and forth with the two of them rolling around on her living room floor, getting paint everywhere— Steve is really glad he convinced her they needed a tarp to cover everything, just in case. There’s more paint on the two of them than on their canvases as Frankie ends up on top, weakly attempting to pin him down. She holds a brush over his head, burnt orange threatening to drip onto his hair.

“Oh, c’mon, not the hair, babe!”

The words barely leave his lips before the paint drops onto his hair, dripping through the strands. He surrenders, dropping his paintbrush and holds his arms over his face.

“Alright, alright! You win!”

Frankie throws her brush aside, leaning down, close to Steve’s face as she pushes his arms out of the way. Bob Ross carries on in the background, nearly finished with the scenic view he was painting.

“It washes out easily, I promise.” She assures him softly with a quick peck on the lips.

“I don’t know, ‘Key, might need your help,” It’s a lighthearted quip, one that he’s not serious about, but he wouldn’t pass up the chance to share a shower with her if she offered.

Frankie’s face falls, and Steve regrets it immediately. He would never pressure her into doing anything she wouldn’t want to, but he wishes she would explain what has her so avoidant of any intimacy beyond kissing. Even that, he won’t pressure her to talk about, because whatever the reason weighs heavy on her mind, and he can tell by the way her mood shifts drastically when it comes up.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t— ah—“ His eyes screw shut, trying to collect his thoughts before he continues. “I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t meant to be serious, b- but I really should’ve kept it to myself.”

Scrambling off of him, Frankie shakes her head. “No, it’s not you. It’s never you, Steve. It’s—“ Her eyes are glassy once they meet Steve’s, and his heart aches. “It’s— I’m fine, and it’s nothing you did or said or any of that. It’s just… it’s really, really hard for me to relax and let anyone get that close.”

He nods, taking in her words. “We don’t ever have to do anything. Like, ever.” He scoots closer, but holds himself back from reaching out to her. “If that’s not your thing, that’s more than okay. I love spending time with you, no matter what we’re doing.”

“Yeah, but I— it’s not like I don’t want to, but I’m not like—“ Stopping herself, she leaves him hanging, wondering what the rest of her thought would be. “I can help wash your hair over the tub, if you want. I’m sorry.”

Steve’s hand loosely slips into hers, giving a gentle squeeze. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” She squeezes back, giving a hint of a smile, but it fades fast. “How about this— we take turns getting cleaned up, get in comfy, clean clothes, and do whatever you want for the rest of the night.”

Frankie gives a short sigh before nodding, then smirking ever so slightly at him. “But I’m showering first, ‘cause I got way less hair than you.”

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When Steve returns to Frankie’s room, she’s laying on her bed, legs up against the wall as Bruce Springsteen softly floats out of her stereo’s speakers.

“Knew it. You were like, ten minutes longer than I was.”

“Well, not all of us can be bald and cute like you, ‘Key.” He squeezes excess water from his hair with a towel. “Why are you laying like that?” Amused, he’s crossing the room to sit next to her. From where she lays, her smile is upside down to him.

“Helps with shitty blood flow,” She softly replies, humming along to the song for a moment. Steve lays next to her, mimicking her position with his legs against the wall. “See? Kinda feels good, huh?”

“I guess,” He snorts, head turning to kiss her temple. “What album is this from? I don’t think I know this song.”

“It’s a live version of Frankie!” She smirks, holding her finger up to her lips, “But, shhhh, it’s on a bootleg.”

“A bootleg? I’m dating a criminal?” Steve feigns disgust, narrowing his stare. “What else don’t I know about you?”

“When I was a kid, I stole loose coffee beans from the grocery store,” She confesses, sighing. “My dad didn’t know until I pulled them out of my pockets, spilled a ton of ‘em all over the car floor on the way home.”

“Jesus, you need to be locked up for good,” He shakes his head with a smile before the two fall into a comfortable silence, music filling in the gaps between words.

but tonight's no dream, Frankie, I can feel myself too / well now and forever, baby, my love is for you

“Huh, I thought you were just making the name up,” Frankie scoffs at his teasing remark.

“I might be a criminal, Steve Harrington, but I am no liar.”

“A cute criminal, get it right.” Again, she scoffs, this time with an eye roll, but her eyes fall to his lips, lingering for a moment too long. After the conversation they had earlier, Steve thinks nothing of it. “What? Shit, is there toothpaste on—“

Frankie’s swift, rolling on her side to catch his rambling lips in hers. For a moment, he’s frozen, mind trying to catch up as her arms wrap around his shoulders, swinging her leg over his lap.

Reluctantly, Steve breaks the kiss. “Hey, hang on, what’s—“ She begins kissing down his neck, but he gently pushes her back. Hands sliding upward, he cups her face, searching her expression. “Where’s this coming from, honey?”

When she pouts with a huff and no response, he sits up, hold shifting to her back, keeping her upright on his lap.

“Talk to me, ‘Key.”

“I want… I want more, with you.” Her gaze turns glassy as she looks away, but Steve catches her chin softly between his thumb and forefinger, bringing her back to him. “Please?”

Oh, it kills him that he’s ready to say no, and not even for selfish reasons; he wants more than anything to make Frankie feel good, if she wants, but if she’s uncomfortable, it’s not worth putting her through anything.

“We shouldn’t. Not unless you’re absolutely sure.”

“What if we just… take it super slow?”

Steve’s not uncomfortable, but he will be if Frankie is or becomes uncomfortable and won’t tell him. But if she really wants this, who is he to deny his dream girl’s desires?

“You call the shots, alright?”

A ghost of a smile dances on her lips, nodding eagerly before leaning back in. A spark flickers deep inside Steve once her lips are back on his, but he restrains himself to only follow her lead. When her hands begin wandering his body lazily, he mirrors her. Neither hear the cassette tape roll to an end.

Through the kiss, his fingers slide up her thighs, over her sleep shorts; he tugs at the edge of her loose sleep shirt, silently asking for permission to continue. She shakes her head, gently pushing him away. It sends Steve mixed signals; maybe he should’ve stopped this completely.

“Too much?” He searches her expression as she looks away, checking on her. “Hey, look at me,” Steve holds his hand against her cheek, thumb brushing along her cheekbone soothingly. “We can stop.”

“No, I, uh.” She curls into herself, trying to shrink. “You do not want to see all of that.” She gestures to herself, hand waving from her hips and upward, shaking her head. Steve’s lips curl downward.

It hits him; that’s why she’s so hesitant to let anything go beyond kissing.

“All of what? You?” Steve’s taken aback; maybe he mistook the signals for something else. “‘Cause I- I do, Frankie. If you’re comfortable, that is.”

She sighs, annoyed with herself; head lolling back, Steve has to hold himself back from taking the opportunity to kiss her neck. Instead, he keeps to himself.

“I want to be comfortable, but have you seen yourself?” Steve’s puzzled, brows knitted together as he glances down at himself. “You’re… you. No way someone like you would want me. I mean… c’mon, look how fucked up my legs are. You really wanna see the rest of me? You’re gonna take one look at me and get grossed out, it’s happened with everyone else I’ve been with. I just wanna save you the trouble.”

Steve is stunned; people are so fucking cruel when you don’t fit society’s standards.

“Whoa, hang on,” He can’t keep his hands to himself this time, reaching out for her hips to pull her closer again. She blushes wildly, but her arms easily wind around his shoulders, allowing herself to straddle his lap again. “Whoever made you feel this way is wrong. So wrong. Have you seen yourself?”

“Yeah, Steve, I kinda live in this body every day.”

Now it’s his turn to make an annoyed noise, more frustrated than anything; whoever, whatever, has her believing this nonsense is what Steve’s irritated with, not her.

“‘Key, I’m not going anywhere.” His head shakes while his arms wrap around her, hoping the snug hold emphasizes his point. “I love you, for you, and that means all of you.”

“Okay, but I— I’m sure I’m not like the pretty girls you’ve been with before.”

“You’re not,” Steve realizes how the reply comes off, quick to continue before her hopes crash down. “I— it’s not— you’re pretty. Really pretty. But you’re so unique, too; that’s what I love about you. If anything, I can’t believe you love me.”

Frankie blushes, but self-doubt rushes back in.

“There’s a reason I hide under all these big clothes, y’know.” He does know, he knows she’s been struggling with this for a really, really long time. “My weight fluctuates like a fucking yo-yo. I- I mean, there’s all these stretch marks—“

“Normal. Almost everyone’s got stretch marks, or gets ‘em at some point.”

“A- and with this flare up, my skin’s all angry with sores, and mottled—“

“That’s out of your control. Doesn’t take away from how beautiful you are.”

She laughs and rolls her eyes, eyes glistening with tears building; she’s beginning to look away, but her breath hitches when his hand cradles one side of her face gently, pushing her view back to him.

“You’re way too cool for me—“

“Says the dude who was Mr. Popular in high school.”

“Not the same thing at all. I’ve never met anyone like you, ‘Key. You’re so… so unapologetic, and true to yourself, and one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.” As Steve goes on, she tilts her head back like moments before, this time, trying to hide the ever-growing blush on her face; and this time, he takes the chance, leaning in to kiss her neck softly. Immediately, she shivers under his touch as he continues between kisses. “You’re so smart—“

When he softly sucks her skin, she squirms in his lap. “Steve…“

“Sharp and clever, even with the damn brain fog—“

Frankie giggles, hand tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling a sweet, gravelly groan from him.

“— so cute, a- and so,” Slowly, he begins to crumble just from her touch. “So fucking pretty—“

“You— you’re pretty too, Steve.”

He chuckles against her neck; the vibrations tickle and earn more giggles from her. “Least I got that goin’ for me, huh?”

“S’much more than that,” She breathes, hand inching higher through the waves of his hair. Her fingertips brush along the spot of that scar she discovered before, careful not to be too rough this time as she tugs his strands loosely. This time, Steve moans just as he reaches her ear, softly nipping at the lobe before moving to her jaw. “Y’wanna talk about kind people? Never met anyone with a heart as big as yours— oh—“

His hands begin wandering under her shirt, slowly creeping up from her thighs to her hips.

“You’re s- so— god, m’sorry, there’s no sexy way to say ‘oh hey, your attention to detail is insane’ but—“

Steve laughs, pausing his trail of kisses along her jaw before snorting. “No, no, keep talkin’ like that, it’s really hot, Frankie.”

“Smart-ass.”

“Your favorite?”

“Hm… I guess,” She teases, pulling back to look at him, trying to stave off the weakness his touch brings when it continues sliding further up. “I mean it, Steve. You beat yourself up a lot for not being ‘booksmart’ but I’ve never met anyone who thinks the way you do, sees the world the way you do—“

“I might be a smart-ass,” He deflects, trying not to get emotional over her praise and reassurance. “But you are definitely a kiss-ass.”

“All this talk about ass and yet— ?”

“And my mind’s in the gutter? Get real, ‘Key.”

Frankie’s hand slides out of his hair, slowly down the side of his face, tracing along his jawline. She brings a thumb up to his lips, slipping into reverie momentarily as she traces the bottom lip. Steve locks eyes with her, ghosting a kiss to the pad of her thumb. His hands reach the top of her ribs, waiting for permission to continue.

With lust-heavy lids and a soft gasp as his tongue rolls against her thumb, she casts her worries aside as she commands, “Touch me, Steve.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Surging forward, her hand falls away from his lips before his kisses line her jaw. Hands molding to her chest, he squeezes the plush curves, fingers grazing her nipples.

“Do you— is that— where’s the other—“

She giggles, head falling into his shoulder while his touch his still on her; his fingers slow, but never stop teasing. “Okay, so, I was gonna get them both pierced— Steve!” He tugs at the small, steel barbell jewelry in one nipple, smirking at her reaction. His thumbs slowly circle her hardened peaks, pulling a soft gasp out of her.

Smugly, he lightly flicks the sensitive nubs and softly orders “No, go ahead, finish your story.”

“I- I—“ Another gasp, but this one is sharper. “I chickened out, the first one hurt so much—“ A whimper tumbles from Frankie’s lips as she arches her back, pressing closely into him. “St- Steve…” Her tone is almost in warning, but it comes out so breathily, so dreamy, he doesn’t catch on immediately.

Teasingly, he asks, “You always this sensitive?” She hesitates, but gives a faint nod.

“Too sensitive sometimes… like right n- now,” Her vague confession slips out as a whine, while her thighs twitch around him, longing to close for some kind of relieving friction. Steve freezes as he connects the dots.

“… Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“No!”

Steve smirks, softly pushing her off his shoulder. “You’re totally saying what I think you’re saying.”

“I am not!”

“You don’t even know if what I’m thinking is the same thing.”

“Well— it’s just— I’m—“ His fingers begin working again, and any chance of avoiding the subject falls away as she moans, so soft and sweet.

“It’s just what?”

“Steve… I don’t—“ Her breath falls shallow as he’s continues toying with her. She grabs onto his shirt, tensing up as her eyes flutter shut. “Okay— alright, fine! Don’t laugh at me, okay?”

Slowing his ministrations, he replies sincerely, “Wouldn’t dare, honey.”

“I- I— Icangetoffjustfromthis.” She’s quick to confess, a little too quick; Steve thinks he heard her correctly, but his amusement grows as she becomes riled up.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

She huffs, face bright red now. “I can— this alone can m- make me come.” As she speaks, he tugs tightly on the sensitive nubs, eliciting a louder moan. Her eyes narrow towards him. “A- alright? There, I said it.”

“Well, you kinda moaned it, but—“

“Shut up, Steve.”

He’s tempted to give the good ol’ “Make me,” but resists giving in to the corny response.

One of Steve’s hands leave her to reach the hem of her shirt again, but she grabs his wrist, stopping him before he can start.

“I meant it when I said you’re beautiful,” He reiterates, giving a soft, quick kiss to her lips. His other hand falls from her chest, but rests on her hip, “We can st—“

She whines, “Don’t wanna stop.”

“Then y’gotta tell me what you need, ‘Key,” He’s not chastising her, he’s trying to gently guide her into speaking up for herself. “M’not gonna continue ��til you tell me, ‘cause I want you to be completely comfortable with whatever we do. Or don’t do.”

Frankie nods, fingers reaching out for the edge of his shirt, tugging softly. “I wanna— I just—“

“Go ‘head, honey,” He encourages, nodding as he looks at her hands in his lap, a little too close to the bulge hardening under his boxer briefs. “M’not perfect, either.”

She pushes it over his torso, slow and tender as her hands slide along his skin. Sure enough, Steve’s scars from over the years are exposed, including the largest ones across his stomach; she pulls the fabric over his head and arms, noticing the scar rung around his neck.

There’s no signs of disgust or regret on Frankie’s face, but her features soften, simultaneously pained, too.

“The Upside Down really did a number on you, huh?” She mutters sympathetically with the slightest pout; she reaches out to touch one of his scars, but pauses. “Sorry—“

Unbothered, Steve shakes his head. “It’s okay. You can touch them.”

Her gaze flickers up to his, watching him nod in approval once again. She traces a finger softly along one, then another, eventually outlining them all tenderly until she arrives at the one around his neck. He shivers, goosebumps washing over his skin; she hesitates until he murmurs, “S’okay, promise. No one’s— haven’t had anyone do this, ever.” The scar hangs like a permanent necklace; there was a point in time where Steve felt it resembled a noose more than anything. Now, it’s a souvenir, a memento of terror and resilience.

It’s the only scar she’s had a quick, yet clear glimpse at, after Steve’s migraine attack, in the hospital.

So, Frankie reminds him again, “I’m really glad you survived… really happy to be alive at the same time as you, Steve.” Her pout grows as she blinks away the glassy appearance of her eyes. “I feel so foolish crying over my problems when you’ve literally been to hell and back.”

Steve shakes his head, swiping away a tear rolling down her face. “Can’t compare your hell to mine. Yours never ends, and you have every right to be upset over it.”

“Yeah, but, your trauma is—“ She refrains from saying it’ll never end, because that feels like disregarding any hope he might have left. “It’s not over, Steve. It’s still a— fuck, I don’t know how to word this, I’m sorry—“

“Frankie.” The way he says her name in a soothing half-whisper grabs her attention every time. “It’s real, and I probably have to deal with this shit for the rest of my life, but you don’t get to water your pain down ‘cause of me and mine. Got it?”

She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, agreeing, “Got it.”

Frankie pulls her hand away from his scar, with both hands finding their way to hold his face; she’s crashing her lips against his, coalescing as they lose themselves in one another.

Steve’s grip grows a little firmer, causing Frankie to wrap her legs around him completely; she can feel him hardening underneath her as they kiss. A spark catches fire low in her stomach, turning her demeanor from soft to an explorative, eager one.

Grabbing his hands, she rests them at the hem of her shirt, nodding with urgency before Steve can even ask if she’s sure. He takes his time, the way she did with him; Frankie whines impatiently until Steve shushes her with his lips back on hers. It’s over as soon as it began, breaking the kiss to find her bottom lip curling down.

“No way in hell I’m rushing this, ‘Key,” He pulls away, ignoring her needy pout as he’s tugging her shirt over her completely, tossing it to the floor. Insecurity kicks in, and she’s covering herself as best as she can, arms crossed over her body awkwardly. “If you really want this, let me make you feel good. If not, we can stop now, no hard feelings, but you have to be honest with me.”

“I want this, I want—“ She closes her eyes with a deep breath, face flushing red underneath the faint, rosy butterfly rash across her face; her arms fall to her sides, sighing to calm herself down as she’s exposed. Her eyes open, meeting his, “I want you, Steve. I mean it. Just… be patient with me, please.”

Steve can’t help letting his stare fall to her exposed figure, drinking in the tattoos, stretch marks, orange peel textures and mottled skin; he knows how terrifying it can be to expose yourself to someone for the first time, and how challenging it can be to love yourself when your body works against you. He might not know it on the same level Frankie does, but he’s no stranger to how nerve wracking it is to be so vulnerable.

He’s fixated on the tattoo on her collarbone the most. It’s one of many he’s never seen before; she’s only ever shown the ones on her arms. He traces along the scar the tattoo is intertwined with, like she did with his scars.

It’s a needle and thread, designed to appear as if it’s stitching up her scar.

“What’s this from?”

“I- uh— I used to get infusion therapy through a port, before all this shit went into remission.” Her voice wavers a bit, referring to her lupus. “It was a silly present to myself for finishing treatment, but… God, I don’t wanna go through all of that again.” She tries laughing it off, but her bottom lip trembles.

Steve cradles the side of her face with his hand, thumb gently sweeping back and forth along her cheek; she’s always felt safe and comforted under his touch, with how large and warm his hands are compared to her tiny, cold ones.

“If you want, I’ll be with you, every step of the way.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I… I’d like that.” She nods, sniffling. “This shit’s been easier with you around, honestly.” A weak smile breaks through the worry written all over her face.

“I might not be able to fix it,” He murmurs, kissing under her jaw, moving slowly down her neck. Frankie gasps— that sound is going to drive Steve crazy— hips rolling into his, only once, to test the waters. “But I can help take your mind off of things, at least for a little while.”

“Uh-huh… y’know I c- can do that for you too, if you wanted.”

“Yeah? You’d do that for me?”

“Mhm…” Steve’s hands on her hips dissolves her response into a moan; he wants her closer, pushing her down into his lap, grip firm with need. “I’d do anything for y- ohmygod—”

Reversing, his lips trail up along her neck, growing impatient to meet her stare. He skips kissing her jaw, jumps past dragging his lips along her cheek to her own, searching her expression instead as the two catch their breath.

“Was it something I said?” Frankie pulls her hands back in front of her, reaching to fidget with her old braid out of habit, only to catch herself in embarrassment. “I keep forgetting it’s— never mind. What’s wrong, Steve?”

“Not a damn thing. I’d do anything for you, too.” He catches a glimpse of the two of them reflecting in her mirror across from her bed, with an idea easily unfolding. “In fact…”

Steve spreads his legs, gently twisting Frankie towards the mirror, adjusting so her back is against his chest. She hums when the two make contact, peeking over her shoulder.

“You’re so warm,” She murmurs, finding comfort in the warmth he radiates and the tickle of his chest hair against her back.

“Christ, yeah, you’re fucking freezing,” He softly laughs with a shiver, large hands splaying out against the tops of her thighs. As he slides them downward, he nudges her legs apart; she tenses, at first, but with a deep breath she relaxes under his touch. “If you want me to stop, or you don’t like something, I need you to be honest with me.”

A breathy laugh slips out, “You got it, Mr. Consent.”

Steve ducks his head into her shoulder with a groan and a snort, “Wow, ‘Key, your dirty talk is scandalous.”

“Yeah?” She’s giggling, head lolling back against him. “What can I say? I’m a natural—“

Frankie gasps, caught off guard by Steve’s fingers tugging at the hem of her shorts, waiting for her approval.

“Still okay?” The way his voice rasps and reverberates against her earns him a whimper and a frantic nod. “You sure?”

“Steve, just—“ She reaches down to take over, but he pushes her hands aside.

“If you want this, I need you to be patient and relax.” He reaches for the edges of her shorts again, pushing them down her legs at a painstakingly slow pace. Her hips flex up against thin air with a whine. “M’gonna take real good care of you, ‘Key. Trust me.”

Steve watches Frankie in the mirror tuck her bottom lip between her teeth with a nod.

“I t- trust y— oh, fuck…” The cool air against the wet patch on her panties makes her shiver. Her shorts end up past her knees; good enough, Steve thinks. His hands slide back to her inner thighs, close but not enough to her heat. Again, her bottom half rolls forward, trying to reach his hands for relief.

“How sensitive are you?” His question makes her shudder and squirm, breath tickling the shell of her ear.

“E- enough…”

Taking in Frankie’s entire figure, nearly nude, Steve’s breath catches in his throat; the city lights tumbling through the windows illuminate the room enough to give a clear view of her entirely.

“Is— it’s bad, isn’t it? I told you—“

Steve lightly clasps a hand over her mouth, eyes meeting hers in the reflection.

“Is what bad? The fact that my girlfriend is so stunning I forget how to breathe? Uh, yeah, kinda is, ‘Key.”

That brings Frankie to a fit of giggles, shoving his hand away, “You’re so fucking cheesy!”

“Must be all that pizza cheese I burn my mouth on every Friday.”

She rolls her eyes, but they roll back into her head as his finger ghosts along her slit over the fabric between her legs. She shudders and squirms, but the touch ends in a flash.

“Stop teasing,” She whines, leaning further back; her backside presses against his hard, still-clothed length, earning a gravelly noise of desire from Steve.

A faint shushing sound slips from him, calming her nerves as he kisses the top of her head. His hand trails away from her core, and there’s no time to protest when he begins exploring her body elsewhere. His touch is gentle, but firm; caring and careful, yet reassuring her he’s not going anywhere.

Gaze flitting between Steve’s own hands and the mirror, mesmerized by Frankie’s reactions, he ducks his face down to her neck, leaving light, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Gasping, her eyes flutter shut; he stops, nuzzling near her ear to whisper, “Keep those eyes open for me, pretty girl.”

Opening her eyes, Frankie watches the way Steve slides his leg under one of hers, lazily kicking her shorts off completely.

“That was smooth— oh!” With a yelp, she feels Steve’s fingers cup her breasts, caressing the curves as his fingers graze along her nipples. Immediately, her eyes roll back, arching into her touch. While she’s distracted, he loosely hooks his legs over her own, spreading them apart even further and holding them in place.

“This doesn’t hurt, does it?” He checks in, and she shakes her head. “You sure?”

“Promise I’ll tell you if a- anything hurts—“ She takes a sharp gasp as he continues toying with the sensitive buds. Her breaths grow shallow, head lolling back onto him, hands reaching out for something, anything; she grips onto his thighs, fingers digging into muscle.

“Can you handle getting off more than once?”

“Wh- what?” Frankie’s head snaps up, eyes locking with Steve’s in the mirror. “I mean, kinda, but not— I can’t— not consecutively—“

“S’okay, we’re taking our time, remember?” His lips are back on her neck, gingerly sucking on a sweet spot as his fingers continue to tease the pebbled skin, tracing soft circles, flicking and pinching. Frankie’s trembling against him, hips rolling into thin air, desperate for friction. Steve wants to see her finish from this, though, just once.

“‘Cept m’not gonna l- last long…” She barely manages to squeak out, jaw falling slack.

He can’t look away as she comes undone just from his teasing touch; her lids hang heavy, chest rising and falling rapidly while he plays with her. He’s in awe of how beautiful she is, no matter what, but even right now, as a squirming mess, she’s stunning.

“Not sure how you’ll last at all if I even touch your—“

Frankie gives out a high pitched, drawn out whine, trembling against Steve as a wave of pleasure tumbles over her without warning. It’s quick, definitely nothing like a full-bodied orgasm he’s brought partners to in the past, but she wasn’t kidding with her warning of sensitivity.

“Holy shit…”

She meets his gaze in the mirror, blushing deeply. “Shut up.”

“No—“

“Steve—“

“I’ve never seen that happen in real life,” He breathes in awe, stare wandering down her body as she pants, settling down from the high.

“You’re such a dork.”

Steve can’t answer, he’s mesmerized by the wet patch on her panties spreading further out.

“Christ, you weren’t kidding…”

Frankie doesn’t have a chance to retort, not when his hand slips past her waistband, finger sliding between her folds. Overstimulated already, she jolts with a gasp, only pushing herself into his palm. Steve pauses as she whines loudly, the noise toeing the line between pained and aroused.

His tone is soft, “You feeling okay?”

Her eyes flutter shut as her hips wiggle, trying to reach for further pressure where she needs it most. With his free hand, he’s careful to caress down her belly lightly, avoiding any raw patches of skin from this flare up.

“Uh-huh,” She huffs out, tilting her head back to glance up at him.

Her eyes nearly cross— a cute detail Steve noticed once before, when she held the clippers up close to her face before shaving her head. It’s a strange angle, but reminiscent of the look she gave the day at the Sears Tower observation deck— also cute.

Cute, cute, cute.

But Frankie’s so much more than that, and Steve remembers why he positioned the two of them in front of the mirror, attention back on her pleasure.

“If anything hurts—“

“Stevie, m’not fragile,” Frankie twitches with a gasp when his finger softly runs over her clit. “I’ll tell you if anything hurts, I swear, but don’t be afraid to touch me. Okay?”

Nodding, Steve glides his middle finger up and down her heat, arousal making it easy to slip inside. Her walls grip him tightly, whimpering as he begins to pump in and out of her slowly. She looks back up at him, but he shakes his head, free hand under her chin, gently guiding her face towards the mirror.

“I want you to watch yourself.”

Frankie looks puzzled, with a hint of disgust towards herself.

“Wh- why?” It’s hard to ask even a single word when he’s curling his finger inside her, reaching her sweet spot. Her hands grasp onto his arm, not trying to stop his actions, but to hold onto something to keep steady.

“‘Cause I want you to see what I see,” His response is genuine, loving, raising goosebumps along her skin. “How beautiful you are.”

She scoffs, eyes darting away from the reflection, “I- I’m— Steve, you don’t have to—“ Her eyes flutter shut as the bliss continues; it’s incredibly hard to have a conversation right now. Especially about self-esteem issues.

Steve’s hand retreats slowly, bringing Frankie out of the daze she was falling into. She grabs his wrist, keeping the pad of his finger just at her entrance.

“Steeeeve, why’d you stop?” She’s too needy to be upset.

“Look.”

Stubborn, she refuses to bring her gaze back to the mirror.

“Francesca.” The tender demand in his gravelly voice makes her head spin, stare falling on his again in the glass. “‘Atta girl.”

Frankie grumbles, rolling her eyes, but quick to bring them back to their reflection.

“I told you what that does to me.”

“Yeah, and it worked, huh?”

“If— god— if I could turn around right now to kiss that dumb, smug grin off your face, I would.”

“But you can’t, so…” Steve kisses the back of her head, leading more down to her neck again. “Might be better to listen to me instead, yeah?”

She attempts to laugh, but it comes out as a strangled, airy gasp. “So you— ah—“ His touch feathers over her clit. “— you’re one o- of those ‘bossy in bed’ types?”

“Only when my partner’s a stubborn little smartass,” Steve plunges his finger back into her, knocking her jaw to the floor in a silent cry. Her eyes scrunch shut. “Eyes open, sweetheart,” He orders, and she complies. “That’s my girl.”

Steve feels her flutter around him, humming in satisfaction while she fights to keep her stare on the reflection.

“Y’like when I call you that? My girl?” Frankie nods wordlessly, but that’s not enough for him. “Don’t be shy, ‘Key. Wanna know what’s goin’ on up in that pretty head of yours.”

She mewls, grinding against him. “More, god, please, more…”

“Can’t say no when y’sound so sweet like that.”

Delicately, Steve slides a second finger inside, stretching her walls out; she tenses up, trying not to allow the pleasure to consume her quite yet.

“I feel sorry for whoever made you feel anything less than beautiful,” He whispers, nudging his nose against her temple before bringing his lips up to the same spot. “Their loss for missing out on an angel like you.”

Though Frankie blushes wildly, she tries playing it off, ��Ass-kisser.”

Wiggling his brows, he jokes, “Not yet, but I will be—“

She giggles at the silly comment between sweet, airy moans; her happiness is contagious, drawing a grin along Steve’s face, too.

“I love how your nose does the— that thing when you laugh.” He’s so enamored with every detail of her. “When you scrunch it, s’cute.”

Frankie shields her face quickly with her hands, trying not to squirm and tremble as Steve continues pumping his fingers in and out of her. With his free hand, he pushes her hands away, shaking his head.

“Don’t ever feel like y’gotta hide from me, honey.” His finger curls, brushing against that sweet spot again; she finds a new use for her hands, gripping into the sheets below them. “Y’know what else I love?”

Shaking her head, she shudders as his large palm pushes closer to her core, giving her something firm to grind against. His other hand roams her body again, so cautious in where his touch falls, avoiding any rough, sore patches and bruised skin like landmines.

Her arm winds up to his shoulder, hooking to the back of his neck, anchoring herself to him as the heat inside her builds.

“Your freckles,” He watches her in awe as her back arches, fingers grazing one of her hardened peaks, the one she managed to get pierced. He flicks at the jewelry softly, continuing, “all your scars, and stretch marks.”

“Th- that’s— you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

Steve’s touch traces along a large stretch mark down her soft stomach, jagged and lighter in tone against her tan skin.

“I’d never lie about that, never lie to you ‘bout anything, ‘Key.” He traces another as her hips stutter against the hand still guiding her closer to bliss. Her skin prickles, hair standing on end. “Every inch of you, every part of you, I love it all. I love all of you.”

“But… this— hngh—“ Frankie’s twitching into his palm, whispering sweet curses under her breath, at the crossroads of hushed and rushed. “M’not— you see what I see, ri- right?”

Steve maneuvers his hand to lightly pressure against her clit with his thumb, rubbing it with delicate care; his other hand splays against her hip, gripping just firm enough to hold her in place as her hips flex in retaliation.

“I see… the coolest woman I’ve ever been lucky to know,” He swings one leg around one of hers, keeping her anchored on the bed. “I see someone who’s a fighter, even when she doesn’t want to be,” His other leg mimics the one prior, keeping her close against him as she moans. “I see the sweetest angel, with a smile warmer than the sun.”

“Steve…”

His lips are back on her neck, softly sucking in the crook of it; he continues to murmur kind, gentle truths against her skin between kisses. “I see someone unapologetic, who encourages me to be the same, even if I’m still learning. That someone who showed me I’m not broken, or useless.”

“Shit, are you trying to make me cum, or cry?” Her attempt to tease him fails, choked off by a whimper that warbles into a whine. “Fu— fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“That same someone needs to know they’re not broken or useless, either.” He’s captivated by the way she unravels at the seams, trembling against him as tears prick the corners of her eyes. “So no, I don’t see what you see, ‘cause what you see is a version of yourself that doesn’t exist. The real you is beautiful, from the inside out, every inch included.”

“Y- you’re being way too fucking nice, Steve.”

“And I’ll keep reminding you until you believe it.” He can’t stop his reaction to her own, languidly rolling his own hips against her, breathy, low groan escaping him, directly into her ear. “‘Cause it’s not me being nice, it’s just the truth, and you always deserve that.”

It’s the last thing either of them expect to be Frankie’s breaking point, but she’s right on the edge, ready to completely fall apart.

“Oh… oh, I- I think I’m—“

“I’ve got you, ‘Key. Let go for me,” He assures, coaxing her into bliss, and she doesn’t need any further convincing.

Fluttering and narrowing around Steve’s fingers, he helps Frankie ride out her high, eyes darting from the scene directly in front of him and to the mirror, entranced by both perspectives of her climax. Jaw dropping to release her loudest moan yet, she slumps against him. Panting, she whimpers and jolts as aftershocks set in, with his hand settling down.

Soft kisses are showered upon her wherever his lips can touch, with short, sweet praises murmured in her ear.

“I love you,” Frankie rasps out, spent but wriggling to escape Steve’s grasp; it takes him a second to realize, moving his legs off of her own. She turns to face him, breathless while she cups his face, in a giddy daze. “I really, really do. A- and I—“ Pausing, she tries to settle her heavy breaths, clumsily wrapping her legs around him, back on his lap again.

“Hey, hey, give yourself a second to breathe. Last thing you need is to pass out right now.” He mirrors her, holding her face in his own hands; hers slip down and around his shoulders, nodding in a frenzy. Smirking slightly, he jokes, “‘Cause you do not need a hospital trip I’d have to awkwardly explain to your dad.”

Frankie snorts, eyes crinkling mostly shut and her nose scrunches up as she grins, just like Steve admires.

“M’good, I promise,” Her grin falters a little, gaze lost in his own as his smile settles, too. Voice growing small, she asks shyly, “Did you really mean all of that?”

“Of course I do. I know you don’t believe me—“

“I don’t… but I’m gonna try.” She’s sincere in that sentiment, but it would take time, and she knows that. “I said it earlier, but… could you be patient with me? Please?”

Steve nods, kissing her softly. He pulls away just enough, resting his forehead on hers. “Always. But I’m gonna remind you all the time, gonna be the biggest pain in the ass about it, until you see how amazing you really are.”

Frankie turns slightly to kiss his hand, still resting on her face. “Only if you let me do the same for you.”

Blushing, he reels back a bit with a casual shrug, “I- I- I’m okay. Really. I’m— nothing’s wrong.”

“I don’t buy that for a second,” She pushes his hair out of his eyes before staring into them; he’s clueless on just the kindness radiating from the warmth in his gaze alone. She knows there’s so much Steve buries about himself that is good, things and traits and quirks that deserve to be seen, deserve to be acknowledged, deserve to be loved.

“Well, it’s…” Steve can’t finish his thought, because where was it even going to begin with? He’s not even sure what he’s trying to deflect, because she’s always one step ahead of him.

Frankie’s always seen right through him, picked up on his anxieties and fears with ease, has seen firsthand who he truly is, underneath being everyone else’s protector.

“You’ve been so much kinder to yourself since we met, and I’m so proud of you. But there’s always something holding you back, like… like you’re worried to be too much, or not enough.” Her tone is so gentle, soothing, yet strong enough to begin breaking down the last of his barriers.

He doesn’t realize he’s biting emotions back, lower lip curling inward to stave off an inevitable, quivering pout. Not until that fails, and Frankie’s swiping his tears away with her thumbs, touch just as calming as everything else about her presence.

“And maybe y- you don’t believe it or even realize it, but somewhere along the way someone made you feel like you’d never be enough, or you were too much. Like there’s a perfect balance to find, but you can’t quite reach it… but they’re wrong, Steve.” That damn smile that hooked him in on day one appears on her face again, in all it’s warm, glowing glory. “You are enough. To your friends, to me, and to yourself, even if you can’t see it. You are enough.”

Steve Harrington has never heard those three words directed to him before. Not from his parents, or old friends, not even ex-partners. Hell, his friends now do their best to make it known, but even they have never said it to him.

I… I’m enough?

His breath hitches, heart thumping wildly in his chest as he admires Frankie through blurry tears. The near-deafening roar of blood rushing through him fills his ears; maybe he misheard her.

“No one’s ever… I don’t think I…” He shakes his head slowly, realizing he’s never even heard anyone use that kind of phrase ever, even concerning someone else.

When it comes to himself, Steve’s never been able to get the words quite right. It’s as if he can’t express the same love to himself as he expresses to everyone else.

“I don’t think we need to touch one another to show either of us are worth more than we believe,” Frankie leans in, lips ghosting over Steve’s as she nudges her nose softly against his. She whispers, “But I’d like to make you feel as good as you made me feel… if you want.”

“You kidding me?” Steve breathes against her lips, overwhelmed with love. His hands grab her hips, one arm snaking up behind her, resting against the small of her back. “I want you all the time, ‘Key.”

As cliche as it is, each kiss between them feels like the first to Steve. It’s so easy to lose himself in her, so he does the moment their lips meet. A burst of confidence and control runs through Frankie, taking him by surprise.

Swiping her tongue along his bottom lip, it slips in when he gasps into her; he languidly bucks up against her. She whines into him, so he repeats, and her whine flourishes into a sweet moan Steve still finds unreal; he couldn’t conjure up this sound even in his wildest dreams of Frankie.

It takes Steve by surprise when Frankie gives a lazy shove to his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed. He glances up, leaning back on his elbows, admiring the view of his partner. It’s the truth, what he told her earlier, he really does love every single inch of her. Hair or no hair, whether she gains or loses weight, whatever condition her skin’s in, at her best health or worst— Steve adores all of Frankie, and nothing can ever change that.

“Move back for me,” She purrs, smirking as he scrambles underneath her to rest against the pillows. She crawls over him, leaning down above his face. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

Steve’s brows crinkle together, “I- hey, I’m not nervous.” Frankie quirks a brow at him and he rolls his eyes with a huff. Her hand runs through his hair softly, wandering to the crown of his head as he rambles. “Okay, okay, fine, I’m, like, a little nervous. B- but in my defense, you are still way too fucking cool—“

With a firm grasp, she tugs at his hair, eliciting the prettiest moan she’s ever heard out of a man before. His head tilts back into the pillows, into her fingers, lids weighed down with lust as his lips part.

“You keep talking about me like that, it’s gonna get to my head.”

“We- well, good— shit…”

Frankie kisses down his neck, pausing to softly bite a spot that easily makes Steve squirm. His arms wrap around her waist, hands exploring her bare back and hips. When she soothes the ache with an open mouthed kiss, her tongue rolls over the spot, piercing prominent in her movements.

“Oh, fuck, ‘Key,” He’s already growing needy, impatient, groan vibrating in his throat against her lips.

Kisses winding down into something languid, something delicate, she leans back a little, finger tracing along the scar slung around his neck. His breaths slow and calm down, quiet as he watches her.

“Your scars… they’re something I love about you, too, y’know.” She leaves a kiss on part of the scar’s curve, and he shivers underneath her. “I hate what you went through to get them, god, I wish you never went through any of that, Steve.”

More tears slip down his face, so she pulls away some more, hand in his hair sliding back to his face. She kisses away some of the tears, and he huffs out a short laugh, almost in disbelief someone is paying this much attention to him.

Frankie searches his gaze, “You never deserved any of it, despite what you believe. You never, ever, deserved any of that suffering. You’re nowhere near your past self, and even if you were, you’d still deserve better.” Her fingers skate lightly over the scars on his chest and torso, kissing them while traveling down his body. “And maybe it’s cliche, but they’re proof you survived, aren’t they?”

Her lips linger on one last scar, the lowest on his stomach, peeking out from under his waistband; exhaling shakily, he watches her closely.

“And scars or no scars,” She glances up, breath hot and fanning out along his hipbone, he squirms a little. “You’re beautiful too, Steve.”

Out of habit, he rubs his nose, trying to hide his face like she already hasn’t seen him cry tonight, or ever before. When he doesn’t stop, though, her worry grows.

“Hey,” Frankie moves back up his body, gently pushing his hand aside, away from his face. Hand lingering on his cheek, he leans into her touch. He’s crying a lot, and instantly her heart sinks. “Steve, I’m so sorry, did— I’m sorry if I said anything wrong.”

“You— ah, fuck.” Steve rubs his eyes, tries to laugh it off, but one look at Frankie has him choking up. “You did nothing wrong, Frankie.” He reaches up for her face, hand climbing a little higher than usual, thumb sweeping along the edge of her prickly, buzzed head, smiling slightly at the sensation. “I just can’t…. I can’t believe someone actually cares. I don’t think I can wrap m- my head around the fact that you really do love me.”

“F’course I do, Stevie. I really do love you.”

“I’ve been so… scared to let anyone in again, ‘cause anything good that has happened in my life falls to shit at some point. I don’t want that to happen with you, too.” Steve’s face burns, embarrassed with vulnerability, but he can’t stop talking. “Last person who saw this much of me left once they saw my scars. That had to be a year ago, at least… and— well, you know how badly that hurts. And fuck, I wish you didn’t, ‘cause it really feels awful.

“You’re the first person to look at me in a long time like I’m not some burden, or monster, or with a ton of pity. You’re the first person who just… sees me. All of me. And it’s just all hard to believe this is real.”

“Well, it’s easy to see all of you, Steve. You’re more than your exterior. Honestly, it’s hard to miss how big your heart is, and I feel sorry for any loser who refused to see the real you.”

Overwhelmed— Steve’s so overwhelmed, any response dissolves; all that’s on his mind is the adoration for Frankie coursing through his veins. He pulls her down, lips on hers and moving with a fervor unmatched to any other kiss tonight. In surprise, she squeaks against him before falling into the rhythm he creates where the two of them meet.

Frankie slips her leg between Steve’s, adding the slightest yet sweetest amount of pressure against his bulge; he bucks against her thigh, shuddering a needy whine through the kiss. Before he can restrain himself, he’s gripping onto her back a little too tightly; she hisses as he hits a sore spot.

“Shit, I’m sorry, honey.” Steve tries to sit up to check on her, but he’s shoved back down into the pillows, with a sweet little noise of shock puffing out of his lungs.

“This stuff’s bound to happen with us, you know that,” She eases his worry, shrugging off the ache and kissing his cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm, just, uh, got a little excited,” He murmurs, embarrassed; that makes her smirk.

Frankie reaches down between their bodies, hand slipping over his clothed member, growing harder by the second— as if he wasn’t hard enough already. Steve bites back a moan, eyes glued to her movements. She squeezes gently, smirk widening as his eyes flutter shut.

“Nuh-uh, Stevie, eyes open.”

When his eyes open, she’s already wandering back down his body, but not without more loving kisses to his scarred skin on the way. Every so often in her lazy, mouthy kisses, he can feel her tongue ring against his skin, making his cock kick in her grasp with anticipation.

Frankie slips her fingers under his waistband, sliding the briefs down at a teasing pace, evoking an incoherent string of whines out of Steve. They’re barely down his thighs before her fingers curl around his shaft.

“Jesus, Steve…” She can’t take her eyes off his size, both in awe and a little nervous. “You— I— uh…”

“Frankie…”

While her name falls from his lips in warning, she interprets that as a sign to continue. She gets as far as reaching his length, barely kissing the tip before he panics.

“Wh- wait, waitwaitwait—“ Softly, he reaches for her face, pausing anything before it begins. As much as it pains Steve to hold Frankie back, mere inches from his tip, he doesn’t want the night to end early on his account. “There’s— I can’t—“ He pants heavily, can’t even bring himself to look at her for fear of ending things way too soon. “N- no way I’ll make it more than a few seconds.”

Frankie’s quiet, so he dares to look, and she shrugs. She fucking shrugs, leaving Steve puzzled.

“And? Did you forget how fast you made me cum earlier?”

“Well, y- yeah, that’s different.”

Quirking a brow in amusement, she slowly begins stroking him, “How?”

Steve jerks into her grip, hands covering his face as he tries settling down. He’s on the edge of losing his damn mind.

“Didn’t you say we should take our time tonight?”

Breaths heavy and hot against his palms, the heat is suffocating, so he throws his hands to his sides again, refusing to look at Frankie.

“I- yeah, but…” Steve swallows audibly, staring up at the ceiling. His fingers bend, curling into her sheets as she continues to stroke him softly. When he whines uncontrollably, he’s mortified by how feverish it sounds.

Building up the courage, he sits up enough to lean on his elbows, scrunching his eyes shut.

His hair flops around as he trips over his words, almost comical if he wasn’t so self conscious. “M- my— Jesus, this is embarrassing— look… my stamina’s not what it used to be. I don’t wanna disappoint you.”

Silence settles between the two of them, save for Steve’s heavy breaths settling down while her hand slows to a stop. Daring to peek at Frankie to gauge her reaction, he finds her offering nothing but empathy in her gaze.

“Steve, there’s no way you’d disappoint me, with anything. Certainly not that. But we can call it a night, if you want.” Her tone is so sincere, he wants to cry, but he can’t go through all of that again.

Her grip falls away, loosely holding onto his hips, instead; her thumbs sweep tenderly along his skin, a wordless reminder she’d rather he was comfortable above anything else. And with the small, yet mighty reassurance, he is comfortable. He’s reminded Frankie isn’t like his past partners; where they’d leave, she continues to love him.

Fuck it.

With a shuddered breath, Steve shakes his head slowly, gulping before he speaks.

“Then I don’t want you to stop.”

Frankie waits a moment, just to make sure he’s comfortable; with a reassuring nod as he chews on his bottom lip, she wraps her hand around him again, using precum weeping from his tip to glide her grip with ease. Steve’s digging his grip back into the sheets, still sitting up and watching with lids resting heavy over his view; usually, he’d play with his partner’s hair, but with Frankie’s buzzcut, he’s unsure what to do with his hands.

“Well, Stevie, lucky for you,” She grins, kissing the base of his length; he twitches in her hold again, whimpering. “My jaw aches really fast. Guess we’re fit for each other, huh?”

Steve’s about to laugh, but it dies in his throat, as a strangled moan replaces it; Frankie softly glides her tongue up the underside of his shaft. As soon as the sensation of her tongue ring hits the prominent vein trailing up to the head, he throws his head back into the pillows, releasing a guttural groan.

“Oh— sweetfuckingjesus—“ She laps at the head, piercing dipping into the slit for less than a second. It takes everything in him to keep his hips against the bed. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god.”

“How long have you been thinking about this?” She asks softly before sucking on the head, ruddy from desire.

“Since th— sh- shit— since— I- I can’t think when you—“

Frankie pops her lips off of him, taunting him in a sweet voice, “Take your time, babe.”

“Since the n- night you showed me th- the piercing,” His face turns red as he gasps within his answer. She’s turning him into a pliant wreck. “So much b- better than I coulda’ dr- dreamed of.”

She barely begins to suck along the underside of his shaft when his shallow breaths pick up, and he’s a babbling disaster. “Honey, baby, I— fuckfuckfuck— m’not gonna— I’m— oh, god—“

Swiftly, Frankie takes all of Steve into her mouth and throat, down to the hilt. Her timing matches his release, large hands softly holding her head as he spills into her mouth, crying a whirlwind out of her name and curses on repeat. He’s losing himself in bliss, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes all over again as pleasure crashes over him.

Pulling off of him, she takes the back of her hand to wipe along her lips, smirking before murmuring, “‘Atta boy,” giggling as she kisses the tip one more time. Her comment makes Steve spiral into shaky laughter as he comes down. “Sorry, couldn’t help my— whoa!”

Clumsily, he pulls Frankie towards him, leaning up at the same time to capture her in a messy kiss. She breaks the kiss, “Wait, I just sw—“

Steve’s breathless, huffing against her lips, “Don’t care,” before crashing his mouth against hers again as she gasps into him. The moment brings some of his confidence back, smoothly rolling over her while he parts her lips, tongue brushing softly against hers. Again, he feels her piercing— that tiny piece of metal really will be the fucking death of him.

Cradling the back of Frankie’s head with one hand, the other slides under her back while he parts her legs with his between them; she arches up, supported by his grasp. She breaks the kiss again, leaving him to frown comically, which she giggles at.

“Where’s this energy coming from? Don’t push yourself.” It’s not patronizing, she truly doesn’t want him to end up hurting more than either of them already will come tomorrow morning.

“Sorry, I just really—“ He kisses her cheek, “Really—“ Then, the tip of her nose. “Really—“ His lips linger on her other cheek, murmuring, “Love you.”

As Frankie replies, “I love you too,” Steve’s already leaving a trail of kisses across her jaw, to a sweet spot right under her ear, down her neck, to her collarbone. All the while, his hand on her back slithered down her tummy, fingers catching on the strappy waistband of her panties.

“You’re still wearing these?” She can feel him frown against her skin. “That can’t feel comfortable, huh, honey?” Peeling the sticky fabric down her legs, she shakes her head a little. “Didn’t think so. M’sorry, should’ve done this sooner.”

The cool air on her newly exposed skin makes her shiver, while he continues exploring down her body with his lips. He pauses at her hardened peaks, tip of his tongue darting out once before looking up her way. She’s biting her lip, involuntarily grinding down on his thigh. He gives a series of kisses, flitting his tongue, softly sucking on the sensitive nubs before she’s a squirming mess underneath him. As much as he’d love to do this, tease and make her climax again just from this, he gives one more lap of his tongue against the side that’s pierced, trailing down her torso once more.

“H- hey, Steve?”

Frankie sits up, almost mirroring Steve as he was minutes ago in the same spot, in a daze as she stares down at him. He’s sliding onto his stomach, arms hooking around her thighs, glancing back at her with a lazy grin on his face.

“Yeah, ‘Key?”

“Gonna be totally real with you… not assuming anything either, but, like, if you wanted to, y’know… I think I’d only be able to handle that, or what you’re about to do now.”

Steve thinks it’s funny, and kind of cute, when she becomes shy about these things; as if she wasn’t being such a tease when their places were swapped. So, what does he do?

He shrugs, just like she had done earlier in his position.

“It’s up to you, I’m happy with either, or neither, as long as you’re happy.” Not an ounce of disappointment crosses his features; she sighs, relieved, but her brows knit together while conflicted, too.

“… I really want you.” She holds her hands out towards him, wiggling her fingers lazily, antsy to hold him again.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” She breathes, fingers running through his hair softly. “C’mere.”

Steve nods, lip tucked between his teeth before his eyes fall to her core. He can’t look away from the glistening between her legs, dripping down the soft tufts of curls, how it’s all so pretty and tempting.

“Okay, just give me a minute.”

She giggles, confused. “What for?”

Verbally, there’s no answer, but he hopes the gentle kiss he leaves on her core gives her an idea. Tongue soft and supple, he slowly laps upward, chuckling as she squeaks, dissolving into a whine. Her hips jolt towards his face, and he takes that as a sign to delve into her folds.

“Shit…” She breathes, fingers back in his hair, pulling him closer. “M’god…”

Suckling on her clit delicately, Steve smirks into her, watching how her back arches off the bed.

“Couldn’t help it, you smell so good,” He murmurs, giving slow, sloppy, open mouthed kisses to her heat. “Taste even better.”

“Steve!” She gasps, giggling into a breathy moan. “Got quite a mouth on you.”

He pulls back, licking his lips and smirking up at her, “No, m’pretty sure it’s on you right now.”

Again, she gasps, as if this is the most scandalous thing anyone’s ever said to her.

Steve’s tongue is on Frankie again, making her squirm and tug on his hair. It’s a weak grip, but just enough to elicit a groan out of him that vibrates against her.

“Feels so… so good, but…” She fights losing herself in pleasure, growing weaker by each swipe of his tongue and pucker of his lips. “You’re gonna— I—“ With all her strength, she tugs Steve off of her by the fingers tangled in his hair. Both of them groan at the loss of one another at the same time.

“I swear to god, Steve,” She catches her breath, eyes flickering to his lips and the way they shine with her arousal. “Whenever you want. Seriously. Whenever. I will never, ever complain about this ever again, ‘cause I’ve never met a guy who gets that into it, and— anyway— I need you up here right now. Please?”

Licking his lips once more, he nods, feverishly making his way back to her and into another kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

Panting, Steve nods frantically, “You got, uh, do you have—“

“If you’re asking about protection, it’s in the drawer,” She nods towards the nightstand. “But I um, I can’t… I can’t get pregnant. If that’s what you’re worried about, I mean.”

This isn’t the time or place, but Steve feels his heart deflate. He never knew. It’s not a deal breaker, nor is a bridge they’re even close to crossing, he just feels bad that he never knew.

“I’m sorry—“

“We can talk about it another time, okay?” She rests her hand on his face, any hint of sadness invisible to the naked eye; Steve shakes it off and nods.

“Right. Yeah.” He gives a small smile, kissing her forehead quickly, whispering, “I’m comfortable with it if you are.”

Nudging his nose against hers as she nods, they bump noses a little too roughly, leaving them both with a dull ache and groans. “Okay, we gotta stop doing that.”

Smirking, Frankie pulls him down into a rushed kiss, gasping into him as he lazily ruts along her folds, sliding against her clit. She murmurs sweet, needy pleas under her breath as Steve pulls away, watching the space where their bodies meet; she spreads her legs wider for him, whimpering as the head catches on her entrance, finally pushing in.

“Jesus Christ… You’re so…” Steve can’t finish the thought, eyes rolling back in his head as he cautiously sinks further into her. Already, Frankie’s walls are fluttering around him; she feels tighter than she did earlier, and he’s not sure if he can handle it for very long.

Short, shallow breaths fall away from Frankie, urging Steve to pry his eyes back open. He holds the side of her face, eyes searching hers for any sign of distress or pain.

“You doing okay?” When he asks, she only nods, holding her breath. “Honey, it’s okay if you can’t— if we need to stop—“

“No, k- keep going, just gotta— mnph— g- gotta get used to it…”

Steve sinks into her slowly, painfully slow, but Frankie’s comfort during all of this is his priority. Once he bottoms out, her jaw drops, breath hitching in the back of her throat.

“Sweetheart, y’gotta breathe.”

“Kinda hard when— when—“ Her eyes squeeze shut, tensing up, fighting off an impending orgasm.

“If it helps I’m having a really hard time trying not to finish right now too.” When Frankie laughs, his eyes go wide. “Okay, no, stop laughing, that’s not helping at all.”

“Sorry, sorry!” She rolls her hips up into his, and he shudders, eyes rolling back. “S’that better?”

“You think we can last a minute?” Steve jokes, gently beginning to thrust into her. Each time he’s in completely, her walls flutter around him. “Jesus… you’re so perfect, honey.”

Frankie can’t help but snort and roll her eyes, but when Steve slips his hand into hers, lacing their fingers together as their eyes lock, her heart’s ready to burst at the seams.

“I love you, y’know that?” She breathes, kissing him quickly. Her free hand cards through his hair, pushing stray strands out of his view, while crossing her legs behind his back, canting her hips for a sweeter angle.

Usually, Steve’s been the one to whisper sweet, heartfelt words to his partner while on top, but Frankie takes his breath away, beating him to the punch.

“You’re so brave, and smart, and handsome…” Her tone shakes, but softly, she smiles up at him. “I love everything about you, Steve.”

“I- I- I—“

“S’okay, it’s hard to think when you’re this deep in me, huh?”

“Shit, ‘Key…”

She squeezes his hand, little huffs and moans fan out onto his lips from her own. The two of them will ache intensely tomorrow, and probably the rest of the week, but this is worth it. Being together, this close with so much love, it’s absolutely worth it.

Reaching between them, Frankie’s about to touch herself, but Steve pushes her hand aside, doing the work for her. He rests his forehead on hers, grunting between her breathy moans.

“Told you… I’m gonna take care of you, honey.” His thrusts become sloppy, voice wavering, “I got you. Always will.”

It’s a crescendo neither wanted so soon, but it’s shared with unconditional love between them both, rushing out sweet, whiny promises and holding each other in a death grip. Shaking, stray tears, moans and whimpers as they reach mutual bliss, just to float back down together, Steve’s hand is still laced within Frankie’s.

The room is filled with a heavy, lingering heat, the smell of sex, and their winded breaths, falling in and out of time with one another. It’s like this for a few minutes, with neither making an effort to move right away.

“Y’know how some people like cigarettes after sex?”

Steve’s not expecting that to be the silence breaker, snorting. “Yeah?”

“… Would you judge me if I said I wanted a popsicle right now? Maybe two?”

“Only if you don’t share.”

“Great! Get off of me, we got a date with the freezer.”

The two, as usual, are in a fit of giggles, while Steve carefully pulls out of Frankie. He watches the mess leak from between her legs, biting back a groan, until she playfully slaps his arm.

“Let’s go, ya’ perv.” He glares, flipping her off, still helping her off the bed and onto wobbly legs. When he’s about to hand her shirt from off the floor, she shakes her head. “Nah. Now that you know what I look like, m’gonna make an effort to be more comfy in my skin.”

Steve kisses the top of her head, following her out of the room. “Atta girl. C’mon, let’s clean up before double fisting some popsicles.”

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For the first time, in a long time, Steve feels a certain kind of security and calm wash over him, something he hadn’t felt since leaving Hawkins.

Days after their official date together, Frankie insists on coming into work with Steve, braving through the pain of her flare up.

“Hey, you’re not staying for more than a few hours. I’m not letting you push yourself.” His hand laced in hers, while her other hand uses the cane, they walk down the street to the shop on a comfortable summer morning.

“Fine, fine, fun sucker.” Frankie grumbles, unlocking the door. She looks over her shoulder with a glint in her eye, “You might change your mind in a second, though.”

Puzzled, a lopsided smile appears as he asks, “What’s that supposed to—“

Frankie flips the lights on, and a shared chorus of, “Surprise!” grabs Steve’s attention. He jumps a little, but when familiar faces come into view, any startled feeling vanishes immediately.

I gotta be seeing things. He rubs his eyes under his glasses, blinks a few times before they go wide again. I’m definitely seeing things.

It’s the kids. Well, grown up versions, but it’s them. All of them. All in the same room, reunited with the same dorky grins they’ll never grow out of, no matter how tall they get.

“El, the confetti,” Dustin hisses from the corner of his mouth; El gives a soft “Oh!” before twitching her head to the side a little, loosening a bag of confetti with her abilities from the ceiling to rain over everyone, grinning proudly.

Each of them have balloons, or cards, even poorly wrapped gifts.

“Quit rubbing your eyes, old man,” Lucas jokes, earning some snickers from the group.

Eddie and Robin are off to the side, giving a high five to one another in celebration, and a thumbs up to Frankie.

“I don’t…” Steve’s overwhelmed— why are they here? He’s not complaining, just completely confused. Did he miss something? Still smiling, he asks cautiously, “What’re we celebrating?”

“Oh, dude, c’mon, you’re old, but not that old yet!” Max exclaims, huffing and crossing her arms.

“Nah, he is,” Erica quips smoothly, “Dude’s practically a grandpa by now.”

“Just as brutal as ever, I see,” Steve murmurs, giving Frankie a giggle. She squeezes his hand before letting go. “Seriously, what am I missing? N- not that I’m not happy to see you guys—“ That part sinks in finally. “Holy shit, you’re all here.”

“Except Nancy and Jonathan, but they said they’re sending a card,” Mike explains with a shrug.

“A ca- card for what?”

Everyone grows quiet, realizing he’s not joking; every now and then his head trauma brings bouts of forgetfulness, and right now must be one of those times.

“Steve,” Will is the first to answer, tone soft, empathetic, “It’s your birthday.”

“Did you really think we came all this way with presents and balloons and shit just ‘cause?”

With ease, Steve falls back into parent mode, hand on one hip as the other points at Mike. “Hey, watch it, Wheeler.” The other kids snicker at the nostalgia the moment brings.

Dustin elbows Mike in the side before speaking up, “So… we celebrating, or what?”

Steve glances over at Frankie, who winks, and actually succeeds this time, before flipping the OPEN sign to CLOSED.

“This was what you guys were talking about in the back the other day, wasn’t it?”

Frankie blushes with a nod, “Sorry to keep a secret from you, Steve. Worth the wait, though, yeah?” As she kisses his cheek, he grins, feeling seen and loved.

Worth the wait, for sure.

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After hanging out and catching up at the record shop, everyone ends up at Frankie’s apartment, where they’re crashing for a few days— she refused to have the kids pay for somewhere to stay, not when she has the room to host everyone comfortably.

The kids, no matter how old, forever will be kids to him. Still those brave, stubborn, sassy little shits. With everyone reunited, it brings him back to the nights spent planning attacks on monsters, and the aftermath with everyone finding refuge in a house he once found empty, all the time.

It was never a home, not until these twerps showed up, taking over every surface to sleep on, raiding the kitchen for midnight snacks, swimming in the pool until their fingers and toes pruned up like raisins.

It wasn’t home until Robin took a running start on one end of the kitchen, sliding along the cool tiled floor in her socks, only to land on her foot wrong and give herself a hairline fracture. She was stuck in a boot cast for what felt like forever.

Steve’s house didn’t feel like home until he found Eddie gently shooing a spider out of the back door safely; the man who was demonized by all of Hawkins, made out to be the devil himself, was a big softie despite the lies.

The walls he grew up within, a miserable fortress than anything, was never considered home— not until Dustin spent a lot of his free time there, uninvited, naturally. Steve didn’t mind, though. In fact, he really did love when that kid waltzed in like he owned the place; Dustin became the little brother that Steve never had, but always secretly wanted.

That big, fancy house never felt like a home, until his real family filled it with love. His parents’ absence made it so empty, and somehow when they were home, it felt even lonelier.

When anyone needed somewhere to stay after drinking too much, or family conflict at home, they had somewhere safe to rest their head at night with Steve. During heartbreaks of any kind, for any of them, he always had comfort snacks ready and his shoulder open, waiting to be cried on. If anyone needed a friend, or an older brother figure, Steve and that damn empty house were always there.

Flashes of home would come and go since moving to Chicago. Living with Robin kept him sane in that sense, and once Dustin and Eddie moved next door, it felt like a piece of normalcy was given back to him.

Hawkins, Indiana was a disaster, an absolute dangerous depiction of hell on earth, but it felt like home with everyone there. It felt safe when he was with his family.

It doesn’t hit him, not until tonight, five years after fleeing Hawkins, that home was never really one set location at all. You can’t pin it on a map. It’s not where you’re born and raised.

Home is where your people are.

And all this time, Steve’s homesickness had been over his friends, his real family, not the cursed, small town he came from. He was never homesick for Hawkins, not really, not fully.

Steve Harrington felt homesick for a love not one thing or location could ever replace.

In the kitchen of Frankie’s apartment, an old converted warehouse in the middle of Chicago, Illinois, listening to the kids throw memories back and forth, argue and bicker like the old days, laugh at the most immature humor they once all held— an unlikely place to find this safety again, Steve feels at home.

“Stevie? Do you know if we—“

Even though the majority of Frankie’s apartment is wide open, she doesn’t realize he’s lost in his thoughts until she finds him leaning against the fridge, back turned to the living area where all the kids’ sleeping arrangements are laid out.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She keeps her voice soft and low, not wanting to attract unwanted, overwhelming attention to her partner. Standing before him, she lifts his chin with a gentle touch, hand cradling the side of his face when their eyes meet. “What happened?”

Steve gives a quick, soft laugh as he comes back to the present moment; he pushes his glasses up, just enough to rub away his tears.

“It’s nothing. I’m okay, I promise.” He pulls her into his embrace, kissing the top of her head.

She murmurs into his chest, “You wanna try that again?”

Another laugh leaves him; she will always be able to see through his walls, and he needs that. He needs someone like Frankie.

“Haven’t felt this at home since leaving Hawkins,” He sniffles, refusing to let her go and look her in the eye. “Don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly thank you for bringing them here, ‘Key.”

“Can’t take all the credit, your best friends did most of the work.” She squeezes him in return, nuzzling her face into the front of his shirt. “I forgot what I came in here for.”

“You actually came in here for me,” He teases, loosening his hold on her. “‘Cause you just missed me that much, huh?”

Glancing up, Frankie grins lazily, kissing the underside of his chin. The two bask in the moment in their own corner of the world, until the front door’s kicked in. Like the night in Steve’s room, when Dustin banged on the door, startling them both, Frankie jumps into Steve’s arms with a racing heart.

Eddie and Robin stumble in, with arms full of board game boxes, VHS tapes, and god knows how many bags of junk food.

“Ew, guys, get a room. There’s children here,” Eddie scoffs, heading toward the group. Robin snickers as she follows behind him.

“Oh, that was it! Snacks.” Frankie recalls the original reason that brought her to the kitchen. “Guess I did find one though,” She tries winking at him like earlier, but it looks like an eye twitch, bringing them both into a fit of giggles.

Despite the laughter, Steve narrows his eyes at his girlfriend, “Gross, don’t say goofy shit like that. I might fall in love with you, or something.”

With a soft smile, she whispers, “Happy birthday, Steve.” Frankie presses up on her toes, kissing Steve softly, murmuring a gentle, “Take your time, come back when you’re ready, okay?”

He nods, kissing her one more time before she’s heading out of the kitchen. As he sighs, content, Frankie turns around quickly.

“Oh, and, uh. Steve?”

“What’s up, ‘Key?”

She’s giving her signature, sunshine-like smile to him, as warm as the first time Steve saw it.

“I’m glad you’re home.”

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firstrespondershowobsessed · 2 years ago

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Type: One shot about Jay Halstead + Will Halstead (Chicago) Rating: Rated R | Very heavy in BDSM | Minors don’t interact Word Count: 4800+ Trigger: BDSM, Sexual Enjoy!

She pulled on her stockings and laced up her boots. Ran her fingers through her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. She put on her red lipstick, knowing it would be smeared on her face later. She left her apartment and headed down to the club. It wasn't any normal club, it was a club for people who loved to be dominated. There were rumors that someone was looking for a sub. He was known as the detective but she never met him. The rumors made her want to meet him because everyone has said he was a good dom. She made her way to the door, allowing the bouncer to place a wristband on her. She nodded and headed inside, the lights were low with a red glow. She made her way to the playroom, leaning against the wall just taking in the scene.

"Now what do we have here?" he asked as he walked up to her. "Whatever you want sir" she looked at him. "Oh, good girl" he placed his hand against her chin, brushing his thumb against her lip. "But I can also be bratty," she said. "I bet you can be fun" he smirked as he moved closer to her. "And I bet you can be fun" she shifted closer to him, not touching him because she knew the rules. "So tell me why did you come here tonight?" he asked. "Oh you know why," she said. "Use your words," he said as he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to him. "To be your play toy," she said. "My play toy or the club's toy?" he asked. "Maybe both," she said. "No no, because if you are mine I don't share" he whispered in her ear. "Then don't share" she spoke softly. "May I get you a drink?" he asked. "I would love one," she said. "Stay here" he brushed his thumb against her lips.

She obeyed him as she watched him disappear to the bar. She looked around the playroom, just enjoying how everyone was so open to knowing what they wanted. He returned and handed her a drink as he watched her. She took a few sips knowing he was watching her, so she decided to tease him. She licked the glass before taking a sip, he smirked and shook his head as he watched her.

"Sir?" she asked. "What princess?" He said. "Can I ask your name?" she looked at him. "Detective," he said. "That's all you need to know," he said. "Yes Detective," she smiled. "Are you a real cop?" she asked. "That's classified info," he said. "Fair enough," she said as she took a sip. "And you go by?" He asked. "Angel," she said. "Well now you're my princess," he said. "Yes sir" she nodded. "Come with me," he said as he grabbed her around her waist.

He led her upstairs to a private room. He sat down in a chair, pulling her onto his lap. He needed to know her rules and what was off the table. He needed this information before he could ever make her his.

"So there is a contract over on the table, read it carefully and see if you agree," he said. "Wait, you want this for the long term?" she questioned. "Yes of course I do, is this something you haven't done?" he questioned. "I've done a scene before but for the most part it ended after one night," she said. "Well, I like knowing limits before I start so go read the contract," he said. "Sure" she nodded as she stood up, walking over to the table. "Wouldn't it be easier just to tell you?" she questioned. "It would but I would love to have it written, so there are no questions about consent," he said. 'I understand that," she nodded. "I want you to give me all of you," he said as he moved behind her, placing his hand against her neck. "All of you" he whispered into her ear. "I don't do anything with bodily fluids, meaning no peeing kink. My safeword is RED, I use the traffic symbols. Red means stop, yellow means slow down and green means I'm all good" she leaned her head back. "Anything else if I don't like it I will use my safeword," she said. "Feelings about pain? Anal?" he questioned. "Some pain is ok, makes it more intense, and I'm always open to trying anal," she said. "So are you mine?" he asked. "Just one more thing," she said as she grabbed the pen. 'What?" he asked. "What is your name?" she looked up at him. "It's Jay," he said. "So my rules are when I call you princess, a scene is in the works" he looked at her. "Ok," she nodded. "Any other rules?" she asked. "No," he said as he pulled her up from the chair. "The only thing I want is for you to fully give yourself to me," he said. "I've always heard rumors about you," she said. "Hopefully good things" he looked at her. "Of course" she nodded as she signed the contract. "Good girl" he smiled as he grabbed the paper. "So you will get a copy of this so there are no questions about what we agreed to" he nodded.

She nodded as she made her way to the bed. She sat on the edge as he made sure the door was locked. He made his way over to her, moving between her legs. Placing his hand against her neck, pushing her back against the bed. He grabbed her chin to make her look at him, demanding her attention. He leaned in, kissing her softly but showing her his power. She kissed him back, keeping the same intensity.

"No sounds" he whispered before he started sucking against her neck.

She nodded as she didn't want to displease him. Controlling her breathing as she tried not to make a sound. He knew he had her right where he wanted her. He slowly moved down to her collarbone, gripping her dress and pushing it up as he moved down. He lifted her slightly, removing the dress, and throwing it to the floor. She bit her lip as he moved down her body, making sure she didn't make a sound. He placed his mouth over her nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Gently pulling it with his teeth, as he played with the other nipple with his hand. He slowly moved between them as she moved her hips towards him. He smirked as he looked at her, slowly trailing his tongue down her body. He stood up from the bed, taking his shirt off as well as his belt. He allowed his pants to fall from his hips. Leaving him in his boxers as he moved back over the top of her. Gripping her chin again demanding her attention, her eyes locked onto his.

"Now you can moan or scream if you like," he said as he placed the belt around her arms. "Yes sir" she nodded as she kept her eyes on him.

He looked through the nightstand and pulled out a small bullet. It was small but it was powerful enough to get the job done. He moved over top of her, nudging her legs open with his knee. He leaned over and kissed her softly, moving to her neck. He turned on the bullet and hovered over her skin with it. At first on her stomach and then down to her thigh moving slowly. He moved the bullet closer to her center, teasing her slightly. He placed the bullet on her nub, sending pleasure through her body. She moved her hips towards him as she wanted more, she wanted him. He smirked as he knew he was teasing her, edging her closer to a climax.

"Beg," he said. "Please" she moaned. "Please sir" she looked at him. "Please what?" he smirked. "Please let me cum" she moaned as he turned it back on against her clit. "Cum for me princess," he said as he kept the bullet on her clit.

She bucked her hips towards his movements as she climaxed. He kept her legs open as he kept the bullet against her, allowing her to ride out her climax. He stood up from the bed, removing his boxers as he grabbed something from the nightstand. He grabbed her hand, pulling her up so she was sitting up on the bed.

"Are you ok?" he asked as he grabbed her chin, making her look at him. "Yes I'm ok" she nodded as she took the condom from him. "May I?" she asked. "Yea I was going to ask you to assist," he said as he took the belt off of her hands.

She didn't have much to do since it was already hard. She looked up at him as she took him into her mouth. He placed his hand behind her head as she started to suck on him. His moan escaped his lips as he leaned his head back as she sucked on him. She pulled away from him, grabbing the condom. She opened the condom and slipped it onto him. He pushed her back onto the bed, moving back over the top of her. Nudging her legs open with his leg, slipping between her legs. He leaned down and kissed her softly as he slipped his tip up and down her slit, rubbing against her swollen nub.

"Sir" she moaned. "Don't worry princess" he said as he looked at her. "I'll give you what you want but you have to ask," he said. "Can I have you please?" she asked. "You want me?" he kept sliding himself against her. "Yes please," she moved her hips towards him. "Be patient princess" he said as he pushed her hips down.

He shifted his hips and pushed himself into her. She allowed her moans to escape her lips as he soon pulled back up. Then he pushed himself in her again and started to thrust. His thrust was powerful and deep, hitting all of her spots. Even spots she didn't know she had, sent pleasure down her spine. She arched her back and allowed her moans to escape her lips. He knew she was close so he angled his hips and hit her deepest spot. Sending her over the edge, he gripped her hips allowing her to enjoy the moment. As she came down he started to thrust into her again. He pulled himself out and flipped her around, pulling her hips towards his. Pushing himself back into her, thrusting into her. He grabbed her throat, pulling her close to his chest. His lips were against her neck as he thrust into her. She pushed her hips back towards his as he thrust into her. He moaned into her ear as he grabbed her hips.

"You want to feel me cum?" he asked. "Yes sir" she moaned. "I want to make you scream as I do" he pushed her down on the bed, angling her hips with his. "Please" she begged.

She gripped the sheets as he thrust deeper into her. She could feel herself rushing towards another climax. He kept his grip on her hips as he picked up the tempo. He was also chasing his climax, he could feel her edge closer. She screamed as she climaxed against him, and he thrust a few more times as he also climaxed. He leaned down kissing her shoulder as they both slowly came down from the climax blist. He slipped himself out of her and took the condom off. He walked into the bathroom and started a hot bubble bath. He also grabbed a glass of water and a protein bar, before making his way back to her. She lay on the bed just watching him as she tried to catch her breath.

"Here you need hydration and something to eat," he said as he sat on the bed. "Thank you" she sat up and took a glass of water. "That was intense so you need to recover," he said as he pulled her closer, rubbing her legs. "Yea that was intense: she nodded as she took a sip of the water. "I have a bubble bath running, I want you to get into it and soak, relax," he said. "Thank you" she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Aftercare is just as important as the scene," he said. "I know," she nodded. "Alright go get in the tub and relax" he demanded. "Yes sir" she smiled as she stood up. "Good girl," he said as he spanked her ass as she walked away.

She walked into the bathroom and pulled her hair back into a messy bun. She slipped herself into the tub and laid back enjoying the warmth of the water. He leaned against the bathroom door frame just watching her.

"Join me?" she asked. "I have some business to attend to," he said. "Oh ok," she nodded. "I enjoyed tonight, I'll love to do it soon" he walked over to her. "Of course, since I signed a contract" she smiled as she looked at him. "I know" he smirked as he grabbed her chin, leaning in and kissing her softly. "See you soon princess," he said. "See you soon," she said as she watched him leave.

She finished the bubble bath and got dressed. She left the room and the club, making her way back to her apartment. She went past her roommate and went straight to her room. Once she lay down she quickly fell asleep. She didn't realize that it was nearly 5 am so she slept pretty much all day. Finally, around 1 pm she woke up and made her way downstairs.

"Need coffee," she said as she made herself a cup of coffee. "Where were you last night?" her roommate asked. "Just out," Angel said. "With?" her roommate asked. "Just out, enjoying my time Jess," she said. "Well, I have this friend" Jess started to say. "That you want to set me up with?" She said as she took a sip from her cup. "Yea, I think you two would hit it off," Jess said. "What is he like?" she asked as she sat down. "Well he's a doctor," Jess said as she sat down as well. "And cute," Jess said. "Then why don't you date him?" she asked. "Because of Christain of course" Jess rolled her eyes. "He's perfect for you," she said. "Can I at least see a picture?" she asked. "Know his name?" she looked at Jess. "His name is Will and I have a picture of him," Jess said as she looked through her phone. "Ok he is cute," She said as she looked at the picture. "And you say he's a doctor?" she asked. "Yes, he is," Jess nodded. "I'll see when he is free and let you know," she said. "Ok," she nodded.

She sat with her thoughts and her coffee. No one knew that she was into BDSM nor did anyone know the club she went to too. She would entertain this idea of a blind date but couldn't stop thinking about the detective. She finished her coffee and went upstairs to get ready for work. A quick shower before getting dressed, leaving her apartment, and making her way down to the bar. She was a bartender for a local bar, it wasn't the best job but she loved being a bartender.

"Our Angel is here," a regular said. "Always here" she smiled as she made her way behind the bar. "Beer on the tab?" she asked. "Of course," he nodded. "Coming right up," she said as she grabbed a glass.

She poured the beer into the glass and handed it to the customer. She wiped off the bar as she continued to serve everyone. She leaned against the counter as the pace started to slow down. Will walked into the bar and sat down in front of her.

"Will, right?" she asked. "Yea, how do you know my name?" he asked. "Just do," she said as she walked up to the bar. "What can I get you?" she asked. "Just a beer" he looked at her. "and tell me your sources," he said. "I cant tell you," she said as she grabbed a glass, filling it up. "So you know I'm a doc as well" he smirked. "Should I be worried?" he asked as he took the glass from her. "That's for you to determine," she said. "Are you going to tell me your name?" he asked. "That's a secret" she smiled. "Oh," he nodded as he took a sip from the glass.

They kept talking through the night. Asking random questions and just joking around. Will had plenty of ER stories to tell and Angel loved to listen to him. It seems to make her shift go quicker and before she knew it, it was time to clock out.

"Well I'm off the clock," she said. "Nice" Will smiled. "You know you didn't have to stay up all night," she said. "I enjoyed my time with you," he admitted. "Plus still on doctor time" he smiled. "True," she said as she walked to her car with him. "Why does she keep doing this?" He said as he looked at his phone. "What?" Angel asked. "My friend Jess," he said as he looked up. "Keep trying to set me up with some girl," he said. "Oh," She said as she looked at him. "Some girl named Angel, I'm not so sure about blind dates," he said. "What about seconds dates?" she asked. "They are nice when I know the person I'm seeing," he said. "Well what about us having a second date?" she asked. "Sure," he smiled. "I'm Angel by the way," she said as she got into the car. "Wait you know Jess" Will sighed. "I didn't mean anything by it," he said. "I get it but now you know who I am so it doesn't have to be awkward," she said. "True," he said. "I'm sorry," he said. "You don't need to be sorry, just try to pick out a good second date," she said. "I will" he nodded as he closed her door for her. "Good night," he said. "Good morning," she said as she pulled off from the parking lot.

She drove straight to her apartment when she got out of the car. She noticed flowers and a note near the door. She quickly picked it up and went inside, locking the door behind her. The note was from the detective saying how he enjoyed the other night and wanted more. It also had the contract that she signed so there were no questions asked about consent. She put the flowers into a vase and filled it with water. She quickly texted the number explaining that she just got off of work and was tired. She made her way upstairs and lay in bed, waiting for his response.

"get some rest princess, I have a special occasion planned tonight' Jay texted. "Sounds interesting, text me the details" she texted back before falling asleep

He texted her the details while she was asleep. She slept until 1 pm and got up, going downstairs to make coffee. She finished making her coffee, sitting at the table when Jess walked in.

"How did you meet Will already?" Jess said. "He came into the bar, we talked and now we have a second date," she said as she took a sip of her coffee. "Second date?" Jess asked, confused. "He said he didn't do blind dates and was annoyed you kept trying to set him up," she said. "I'm going to kill him," Jess said. "Do it after our second date, we had a pretty good vibe" she nodded. "Really?" Jess asked intrigued. "Yea he's funny, cute and I like his vibe" she nodded. 'That's good, maybe this will work out for you," Jess said. "Not making any promises but we can see where it goes," she said. "Someone left this dress on our porch," Jess said. "What dress?" She asked. "It was by the door when I came in," Jess said as she grabbed the dress, showing it to Angel. "Wow," Angel said. "Yea I know right, there is a note," Jess said. "Get dressed princess and I'll pick you up" She read out loud. "Oh, shit," she said as she looked at her phone for the details. "Who sent you this and whose princess?" Jess asked. "It's nothing, a friend sent it to me," She nodded. "I'm supposed to go to this fundraiser with him," she said. "Oh cool," Jess said. "Need help getting ready?" she asked. "Of course," She said. "Let's make you more beautiful," Jess said.

They made their way upstairs. Jess started doing Angel's hair while Angel started to do her makeup. The dress was beautiful but she truly didn't know exactly where she was going. She finished doing her makeup as Jess finished curling Angel's hair. She slipped the dress on and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Wow whoever your friend is, he is damn lucky," Jess said, "Thanks," She said as she looked at herself. "He is very lucky," she said. "I think your carriage awaits," Jess smiled. "Thank you," She said as she hugged Jess before leaving the apartment.

Jess stood at the door trying to get a glimpse of the person in the car. Unfortunately, the windows were too tinted so she could see into the car, just that Angel got inside and disappeared. There was only a driver inside when Angel got into the car. She didn't know where she was going but she knew she would be safe with the detective. They finally arrived at their destination, the driver got out of the car. Making his way to her side of the car, opening the door for her. Jay was standing there waiting for her, he reached out for her hand. She grabbed his hand and got out of the car. He slipped his arm around her waist as they walked into the building.

"Can I ask what we are doing here?" she asked. "It's a party," he said as he opened the door to the ballroom. "Wow," she said as she looked around the ballroom. "Just wanted to show off my new princess," he said as he guided her into the ballroom. "Really?" She asked. "We just met," she said. "And I want to show you off, now know your role, princess," he nodded. "Yes sir" she nodded as she walked with him.

He guided her around the ballroom introducing her to everyone. She slowly started to realize that this wasn't a normal party. It was a bunch of doms showing off their subs. Since Jay and her didn't talk about punishment, she wanted to test the waters. She grabbed a glass of wine and looked at him as she walked away from him. He just watched her, allowing her to think she had the power. She took a big sip from her glass and then asked someone else to dance. Of course, the dom nodded and grabbed her hand, leading her to the dance floor.

"You are playing a dangerous game," the dom said into her ear as he pulled her closer. "Oh I know," she said as she placed her arms around his neck. "Excuse me," Jay said as he stepped in. "Of course" the other dom nodded and walked away. "Playing a game that you don't know the rules to," Jay said as he grabbed her around her waist. "Exactly, I wanted to be a brat tonight" she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Brats get punished," he said into her ear. "I know," she whispered. "Naughty girl" he nodded as they danced.

They danced to a few more songs before he took her off the dance floor. He nodded toward a few people before he escorted her out of the ballroom.

"There is a room upstairs, go and be ready for your punishment," he said. "What room?" she asked. "Pick one," he said. "Yes sir" she smirked as she walked away from him.

She walked up the stairs and picked a random room. She took the dress off and sat on the bed in her panties. Just waiting for him to enter. She decided to pull her hair up into a bun when the door opened up.

"On your knees NOW," he said. "Yes sir," she said as she got onto her knees. "You must think you are really funny," he said as he grabbed her chin. "I think it was cute," she said. "And you keep thinking it's funny," he nodded. "I wanted to see what buttons I could push," she said.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the floor. She stood in front of him not making a sound. He sat on the bed patting his leg for her to go across his knee. She walked over to him, laying across his lap. He ran his hand down her back sending chills down her spine. He caressed her ass in his hand before pulling back and spanking her.

"Count," he said. "One," she said. "Good girl, there will be 4 more hits," he said. "To show you that no one else should touch you," he said. "Yes sir," she said. "And I want you to keep count," he said as he spanked her again. "Two," she said breathlessly.

He continued to spank her as she counted. Once he was finished he rubbed her ass softly, taking away the stinging, He picked her up, laying her against the bed. He moved over top of her, kissing her softly. As he was kissing her he grabbed something off the nightstand. He turned the vibrator on sliding it down her body. Keeping it against her inner thighs as she started to move her hips toward his. He smiled against her lips before pulling away. He kissed down her body, slowly teasing her. Taking her panties in his mouth, pulling them down her hips. She slowly lifted her hips allowing him to remove them fully. He ran the vibrator up her leg, going towards her center. He smirked as her body was begging to be touched. He pushed her legs open, resting between them. He slipped the vibrator up and down her slit, allowing it to nudge her clit. She arched her back pushing her hips towards him. She bit her lip as she kept her moans in trying not to make a sound.

"I want to hear you," he said as he kept the vibrator against her clit. "Fuck" She moaned. "Good girl," he said but then he turned it off. "Wait what?" she said. "Bad girls don't get rewards," he said as he turned it back on. "Ugh, I'm sorry," she said as she moaned. "Are you?" he asked. "Yes sir, You are the only one to touch me," she said. "Is that a promise?" he asked. "Always be my good girl?" he asked. "Yes sir," She said as she grabbed the sheets.

He kept teasing her as he kept turning the vibrator off and on. He smirked as she begged him to allow her to climax. He finally allowed her to climax but he didn't turn the toy off after that. By the end of the night, she was begging him to stop. He finally stopped and allowed her to catch her breath. He went and grabbed a bottle of water and a protein bar. He kissed the top of her head before he left the room. She drank some of the water and ate the protein bar. After she felt like she could walk she got up and got dressed. She left the room but noticed Jay was still there, he was downstairs talking to someone. She could hear him so she eased down the stairs until she realized who he was talking to. He was talking to Will, how did they know each other? She quickly made it down the stairs, making sure not to be seen. She ran into another sub by accident.

"Sorry," She said. "Who are you looking at?" she asked. "Oh no one," Angel said. "That's the detective right?" the girl asked. "Yes," she nodded. "Who is he talking to?" she asked. "That's his brother," the girl said.

Those words rang in Angel's ears. There was a pit in her stomach as she tried to register what the girl just told her. She took a deep breath in and decided to leave the building. She quickly called an uber and left so no one could see her. She laid back against the set, just trying to take in those words. Jay and Will were brothers, how did she get stuck in between them?

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collecting-stories · 2 years ago

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Lunch - Connor Rhodes

Request: No.

Summary: Kind of some mild flirting...establishing that Connor is interested in something more kind of thing. Might make a second part to it.

A/N: First time writing Connor...literally had this in drafts for like a year.

One Chicago Masterlist

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The ED was practically dead, a typical Sunday morning, especially with the snow outside keeping most of Chicago inside. Your tie-dyed NIH hoodie (not technically regulation but hopefully: what Goodwin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you) wasn’t doing the job you’d hoped it would to keep you warm and your roommate, stuck on shift with you for the day, was already nearing annoyance levels. 

“Will,” you huffed as your phone dinged, another in a series of memes the doctor had been sending you all morning out of boredom. You left the device face down on the desk of the nurses’ station. “Stop texting me dumb shit.” 

“I’ve had one patient in the last three hours and they had a splinter.” Will complained, leaning over the counter and grabbing your iced coffee, taking a sip, “how do you drink iced coffee in the cold?” 

“I don’t know, you tell me,” you replied, taking the cup from him and putting it back where it’d been before. Just as you did the elevator doors opened, Goodwin stepping out with Connor Rhodes, obviously in deep conversation. Will laughed as you pulled your sweatshirt off, hanging it over the chair behind you and smoothing down your blue scrub top. 

“What’re you more worried about?” He teased, “Goodwin seeing your sweatshirt or Connor seeing you?”

“Pigs would have to fly to make the second one a reality,” you replied. You deeply regretted telling Halstead that you had a crush on Connor, especially since your roommate took every opportunity to tease you about it. 

It wasn’t like you weren’t proud of yourself for the four years of med school that you’d completed to become an RN but there was no way someone like Connor Rhodes would ever think twice about dating a nurse. You’d heard from April about him and Dr. Zanetti and you were sure that was much closer to what he liked, actual accomplished doctors. 

You had it in your mind, whether it was true or not, that Connor had a type, and that type was doctors. Despite Will’s near incessant bitching about Connor having a stick up his ass and being too egotistical for his own good (as if Will was given the gift of humbleness) he was seemingly always in your corner when it came to your crush on the attending. Will was like your own personal cheerleader, constantly encouraging you to ask Connor out on a date and constantly trying to drop hints around Connor that you weren’t sure exactly panned out the way they were intended. 

“Dr. Halstead,” Goodwin greeted as she passed him, a raised eyebrow as if she was waiting for some new issue with him. 

“Ms. Goodwin,” he smiled, turning as she passed and following her with his eyes until she was out in the waiting area. 

Connor had stopped at the nurses’ station, taking one of the tablets that was docking on the counter. 

“Gracing the ED with your presence?” Will asked, reaching for your ice coffee again. 

You reached for it, fingers missing the foam holder around the plastic cup, as Will stepped a little further away. Connor watched, eyebrow raised in silent judgement as Will took another sip. 

“I’m filling in for Choi,” Connor finally supplied, the exchanging of the coffee cup happening once more as Will handed it back. “I thought you worked last night?” He added, looking over at you. 

The comment took you by surprise. You had worked the night before and knew for a fact that Connor hadn’t. “Uh, yeah, pulling a double. Were you in last night?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as the doors to the ED slid open, Will leaving the two of you to pick up the patient. 

“No,” the doors opened again, cutting off whatever Connor was going to say and you followed him over, grabbing the end of the gurney Gabby was pushing as she relayed the patient’s information. 

You were significantly better when there was something that required your attention. Will commented on it once. Your ability to compartmentalize was remarkable. A skill you’d worked on and were ridiculously proud of, you weren’t some nervous idiot around Connor while you were with a patient, you were calm and collected and you knew exactly what to do. It made up for all the awkward staring, hopefully. You didn’t wanna seem like the fourth-year med students trolling around the hospital heaping praises on doctors they were trying to butter up or possibly sleep with. Not that you didn’t get where they were coming from, you felt like your insides turned to jelly whenever Connor so much as offered you a ‘good job’, you could only imagine what a fourth year shadowing him must be going through, but you kept it professional.

Your patient with Connor ended up being a quick in and out, a broken bone that needed resetting and some bruising. It was nothing serious and you felt a little guilty wishing it had been a little more just so that you could spend extra time with Connor.

“Lunch?” Will asked, coming up next to you and leaning against the counter of the nurses’ station, phone in hand, interrupting your thoughts. And your slightly obessive staring at Connor’s back while he was talking to one of the med students who had wandered down from Cardiology.

You turned toward Will, “are you offering me cafeteria food or real food?”

“What’s the matter with the cafeteria?” He asked, still looking down at his phone.

“Besides the fact that it’s a cafeteria?” You countered, and then mistakenly looked away. Not that it was your fault really, just that you were actually doing your job, looking over a patient file, and you somehow didn’t have the hindsight to think that Will had caught you embarrassingly staring at Connor. But you really should have known better.

“You want to grab lunch with us?”

The question was enough to make you look up, clearly confused because that was Will speaking but who was he talking to and what did he mean us. And then there was Connor, staring between the two of you as if us had some kind of weight to it that he was supposed to know about and didn’t. Not that he would care, your brain reminded you.

“Sure...” Connor dragged the word out like maybe he wasn’t sure at all.

“Actually-” Will was already backing up toward the glass doors as they slid open and Gabby came through with Sylvie, transporting a woman on a gurney and you almost wanted to ask if he had somehow timed it. Morbid maybe but you wouldn’t put it passed a Halstead to have that kind of impeccable timing.

“Do you need-”

“No, I’ve got April, go have lunch,” Will replied, cutting you off. “Probably be quick anyway.”

They’d all been quick today. Of the near nonexistent cases that come through the ED doors they had all been discharged within two hours, probably less. There were days when it felt like a revolving door that people just kept coming into but today ‘nothing serious’ seemed to be the motto.

You stood there clutching onto your tablet as Will disappeared into room 3, unsure what exactly you were waiting for. Maybe another ambulance to pull up or someone else to come along that you could force into lunch with you. Will had abandoned you with Connor. You turned to look at him, surprised to see him already watching you, and reminded yourself once more that this was Connor Rhodes and he definitely had better things to do than get lunch with you.

“I guess you’re off the hook.” You tried to sound casual, like it was no big deal that he would probably head back to work and you really would be stuck with the cafeteria.

Connor looked amused for a split second before reaching across the counter and taking the tablet out of your hands, flipping the cover closed, “what are you hungry for?” He asked, then added, “my treat.” As if you weren’t already filled with excited anxiety about just going to lunch with him.

“Oh well, if it’s your treat.” You joked, trying to play off the butterflies in your stomach as you grabbed your hoodie off the back of the chair so you could slip it on again. “Honestly,” you started to say, pausing as you struggled to pull the neck of your hoodie over your head and wonder why you didn’t just rough it and freeze in the cafeteria to avoid embarrassment, “shit.”

“Here,” Connor stopped you in your tracks, gently pushing the hood down and freeing you from the confines of the cotton material, smiling briefly as he tugged one of the strings hanging down from the neckline. “Better?”

“Thanks,” you huffed, “Anyway...I was gonna say honestly, whatever you want is fine. So long as it’s not pizza.”

Connor quirked an eyebrow as he stepped onto the elevator with you, skepticism written all over his face, “not pizza? Why not pizza?” He asked.

“Because I’m 100% sure that Will eats pizza every single night.” You replied, “I literally can’t stand the sight of it.”

The skepticism didn’t fade as he glanced over at you again. He wasn’t entirely positive that you and Will weren’t dating. Maggie had laughed when he asked and sworn that you weren’t but he saw how close the two of you seemed to be and he couldn’t help being skeptical. Not that it had stopped him from trying to get close to you. This was as good an opportunity as any to find out right from the source, “Are you and Will?” He gestured with his hand between the two of you.

“What?”

“Are you together?”

“Oh no,” you shook your head, “we’re roomies but that’s it.”

He nodded. “Good.”

Now it was your turn for skepticism, “Good?” You asked. You liked the way he said it, like he was happy to know that Will wasn’t any competition but also like he wouldn’t have been too worried even if there was something going on. And suddenly you wondered why you never thought he looked at you or why you thought he never would.

“Good.” He confirmed just as the elevator dinged. The doors slid open and he held his arm out against the door jam for you to step out first. After you had, and he stepped out after you, there was the sudden and welcomed presence of his hand on the small of your back. “So, lunch?”

“Definitely.”

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thebookreader12345 · 3 years ago

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My Type

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"Y/n, if we're gonna help find you a boyfriend, we need to know your type. So spill," Maggie demanded.

I raised my eyebrows at both Maggie and April, who were standing in front of me at the nurses' station. "I'm sorry, when did we decide that I needed a boyfriend?"

"You go home by yourself practically every night and sit around your apartment doing nothing," April reminded me. "You need a boyfriend."

"I hate it when you're right," I mutter. "So what do you want to know?"

"What do you like in a guy? We need physical traits, personality, the works," Maggie listed off.

"Um, okay. For physical appearance, I'm more into darker haired guys," I start. "Ooh, and I'm a sucker for blue eyes. Plus I like my boyfriends to be a little fit. Personality wise they have to be smart so that they can keep up with me. I also want them to be passionate about what they do."

"I see," Maggie murmured and shared a look with April.

"What? Why are you guys making that face?" I question.

"You just described Connor Rhodes," April revealed. "You should ask him out!"

"April, I would love nothing more," I confess. "But I mean come on. There's no way Connor likes me like that."

"Come on. Ask him out," Maggie instructed.

"No way, Mags," I oppose. "I can't."

"Then I guess I will," Connor spoke and appeared next to me. "Y/n, how would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?"

"I would love to," I answer. "So were you just listening in on our whole conversation or...?"

Connor laughed. "Sort of. I could hear you from where I was standing near the computers. As for now, I've got a few patients to check in on, but I will talk to you later, Y/n."

"Yeah. See ya later, Connor," I say.

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slytherbun · 3 years ago

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happy celebration!!! 🔥 with Connor Rhodes in the shower as he chokes and whispering the filthiest things

my girl

pairing: connor rhodes x reader

word count: 0.6k

warning sexual content.

note: 👀

the water streamed down the side of connor's body while he had your back pressed up against the shower wall. it was dangerously becoming the time that you had to leave but he had you questioning if work was important.

connor's hand was wrapped around your neck with his thumb carefully resting along your pulse. he rubbed the spot and felt your heartbeat thrum under his touch.

with a smirk in appreciation, he gazed down. with his left hand, he slowly slid his hand down your wet body. your nipples were hard and pebbled to the very tip.

your boyfriend leaned in and towards the top of your neck to leave kisses down your neck. when he heard a moan fall past your lips, he realized the distraction worked.

connor leaned back and looked into your glazed eyes full of pleasure. then he grabbed your tit, feeling it in his palm before wrapping the tips of his fingers around your nipple to slightly squeeze it.

"what the hell are you doing connor! that hurt." whimpering but not being able to move with his cock buried inside your pussy. he pulled back and then thrusted back in before you could say anymore.

"can't even defend yourself anymore, huh? did i fuck you stupid yet?" he muttered while continuously pounding inside you. you babbled incoherent words and he turned your body around with a roll of his eyes.

another whine fell past your lips at the feeling of your breasts pressing up against the wet, cold wall. but he didn't care as his wet balls slapped against your clit with every thrust.

it felt amazing but also painful because your small bundle of nerves were already puffy from his pinches and flicks earlier."i don't want to look at you right now. you're acting like such a slut. where's my y/n, huh?"

but you weren't able to form any words and answer him with the feeling of his cock repeatedly deep inside you. you jolted when he slapped your ass.

"shit! you're so filthy, liking that punishment. your cunt just squeezed me in a vice. do you want my cum inside this little pussy?" he smirked and after placing a hand on your hip to steady you, he used his other to go around your front to rub your clit.

for a minute, all connor could hear was your loud moans and the sound of his skin slapping against yours. "i can't fuck you in the storage closet again because i have a bunch of surgeries today. if you don't hurry up then you'll be squeezing your thighs together all day for just the slightest relief."

"no." you whined as he continued to push in and out of your tightness. it was the perfect fit with how smoothly he could just thrust inside.

connor turned you around abruptly and leaned in so his lips were touching yours. he slapped your clit roughly before circling it faster. "we have to leave for work soon."

"i-i don't think i can give you another." you muttered against his lips and he stilled all of the way inside your cunt for a moment before placing his pointer finger on your lips.

connor shook his head and pushed your back against the wall again, then he picked up your legs to place them around him. if it were possible he went even deeper inside you. "you can give me another. be a good girl and come on my cock again."

after connor said that he immediately pounded your pussy relentlessly and he smirked knowing his cock was pushing you over the edge again. before you could tell him, you finished around him just like he said you would.

connor didn't pull out like promised and finished inside your sore cunt. "see, i knew you could do it because you're my girl."

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smoooothoperator · 3 years ago

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Blue Eyes

A/N: OKAY!! This was really funny to write, because I'm a Chicago PD fan it made me really happy to write this. This is something really different, nothing about F1. I'm sorry if you don't like it. I really enjoyed writing something different. And if you liked it, thank you.

Characters: Miranda Bailey (Grey's Anatomy), Richard Webber (Grey's Anatomy), Levi Schmitt (Grey's Anatomy), Jackson Avery (Grey's Anatomy), Ethan Choi (Chicago Med), Jay Halstead (Chicago PD), Hank Voight (Chicago PD), Kim Burgess (Chicago PD) Sylvie Brett (Chicago Fire)

Being the daughter of one the principal of one of the most famous Formula 1 teams wasn't easy. It never was. You are in the public eye all the time, hiding from cameras and paparazzi, ignoring the rude comments in the media.

Being a surgeon meant that being focused is something that is essential at work, more if you work with brains. So those comments and the critics, the threats and warnings, have to be away from your mind the moment you walk inside the surgery room.

"Bailey, can I have a talk with you?" I asked the short woman, who looked at me with her eyebrows making a thin line. "Please tell me you won't go with Amelia and Meredith to Minnesota" she begged, and I shook my head laughing. "No, god! I'm not interested in that project. No, I wanted to ask you something else, if you let me"

She sighed, smiling and nodding to me to follow her through the corridors of the Grey Sloan Memorial. We went to her office, walking slowly as some of the young doctors waved at us, making little bows and giving us snacks.

"Want something to drink?" She asked and I smiled. "No, thank you" i smiled and sat on the couch she has. I looked around and smiled with melancholy, remembering how Derek used to have the office once he used it. "Why did you want to talk with me, Horner?" Bailey asked and I nodded. "You know... My dad will come to the US next week and will stay here around two weeks'' I started to talk and she nodded, frowning. "Ah, yeah. Your father is the principal of one of those teams of cars, right?" She said. "My son loves it". "I can get a ticket for him, you know, right?" I giggled and she smiled. "Anyway, what I wanted to ask you is... If I can have three weeks free? I mean, not free at all. My dad talked with me and one of the members of the medical team has COVID and that means that the whole team is infected” I sighed and she nodded. "So what you are asking me is to let you free so you can work there?". I bit my lip and nodded. “Are you sure? I mean, you are a surgeon, I don’t think that it will help a lot there…” She sighed and started to search for some papers. “I know, but I know some people that can help me”.

Ethan Choi. One of my best friends while I did my intern studies at the Chicago Med. He works at the ER and is one of the people that can help me with the job.

So when I talked with Bailey and Webber about this work, I agreed with them about taking an resident with me: Levi Schmitt.

The morning Levi and I had to take the plane I received a call from Pierre Gasly, the man I’m in love with.

“Hey” I sighed smiling, making Levi look at me with a grin. “Hey, doc. I heard you are coming to the race” he said, giggling. “I am. RedBull’s medical team is off. I’ll go with my own team”. “Cool, I just called because I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come some day of the time you are here on a double date with me and Katherina. Are Jackson and you still dating?”

Of course. He’s dating someone else. He never thinks about my feelings.

“No. We broke up when he left Seattle” I sighed, and Levi looked at me, he knew about it. “Oh… well, then nevermind. I’ll see you around in the paddock. Love you”

I groaned and threw back my head, making Levi sigh and rest his hand on top of my hand. Even if I'm a specialist and he’s a resident, we have a close relationship, and it made him one of my favorite residents.

“It was Pierre?” he asked, making me sigh and nod. “I miss when it was only him and I, not other girls around. But I guess I have to forget about it, right?”. “I mean, you were kinda happy with Avery, not thinking about him”.

After that talk we took the plane that went to Chicago. I talked with Ethan about the plan, and he made everything ready to have those weeks free. Once we landed, he came to the airport to pick us up and drove us to his apartment.

“It’s nice to meet you, Doctor Choi” Levi said when he saw him for the first time. “Oh, please! Just Ethan, we will be working together”

He gave us a little tour around Chicago and at the end of the day we went to Molly's, the bar where many firefighters, police officers and doctors go after their shift. I heard about this place and it made me really happy to be here,

“Guys, meet Margot Horner and Levi Schmitt” Ethan introduced us and I waved to the people that came closer. “They are from the Grey Sloan Memorial”.

The group of female firefighters came close to me and started talking, making me feel welcomed. Levi stayed by my side like a puppy, something that made me smile.

“Excuse me, are you related to Chritian Horner, the RedBull Racing principa?” A blonde guy asked me, and I groaned, turning around to face him. But the moment I found those blue eyes and blonde hair I blushed. “Yeah. His daughter. And you are?”. “Jay, that’s not a way of flirting with a girl” Stella laughed and I smiled, looking into his eyes, “Jay? Nice to meet you” I smiled.

The rest of the night I talked with him, leaving Levi with the girls and other people while I talked with Jay, and I felt good. Pierre wasn’t in my mind, neither was Jackson. And it was perfect.

“Oh, sorry” I mumbled when I felt my phone buzzing in the back pocket of my jeans. “Don’t worry, maybe you have to go outside to hear something”. I smiled and nodded, grabbing his hand and squeezing it before walking out of the pace. “Pierre? Hi, why are you calling?”. “Oh, I just wanted to talk with you, know how the flight to Chicago went”. “Well, I am with Ethan and some of his coworkers now-”. But I was cutted because someone pushed me to the floor and kicked the back of my neck, making me unconscious. “Margot? Hello?”.

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Pierre looked confused at his phone, not understanding what happened, and tried to call her again. But there was no answer. He texted her, but she was offline. So he called her friend, Ethan, hoping that he knew where she was.

“Hello? Ethan?” Pierre said, nervous. “Pierre! Hey! What’s up, mate? I’m going with Margot to the race”. Pierre sighed when he heard her best friend’s name. “Ethan, is Margot with you? I called her but somehow the call was cutted. Can you search for her and tell her to call me back?”. “Yeah, of course”.

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Jay looked around and then at his watch. Margot was taking too much time for a phone call. Was it her boyfriend? He was flirting with her without knowing if she was taken.

He saw how Ethan walked towards him with his eyebrows forming a thin line, worry in his eyes.

“Jay, have you seen Margot?” The korean man asked him and he frowned. “Yeah, she was with me until she received a call, then she walked outside to talk. Is there a problem?” he said, now worry filling his mind. “The person she was talking about said that the call was cutted and they can't contact her anymore”.

Jay opened his eyes wide and walked immediately out of Molly’s, searching for her. But the only thing he found was her phone on the ground next to some blood drops.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed and people walked out of the place, Ethan and Levi going to the front. “What happened?” Levi asked him. “She’s missing”

He called Voight, and soon his team showed up. Ethan and Levi never left his side, telling him and his boss every type of information they would need.

“I have to call her father” Ethan said looking at his phone, that has missed calls from Pierre and her father.

Jay couldn’t sleep the whole night, feeling guilty because he was the one that suggested her to get out and attend the call. If he didn’t talk, she would be there with him, with them. Who knows how she is right now. Scared?

The next morning he went to work, sleepless but with the motivation he needed to get her back, to search for her. And when he walked inside the building he found two people he never expected to find there: Pierre Gasly, the Alpha Tauri driver, and Christian Horner.

“Hello, I’m detective Halstead” he said, biting his lips. “Where is my daughter?” Christian asked him and Pierre looked at the man nervous. “We’re working on it. Come with me” he sighed and started walking upstairs to their office.

He heard how Pierre Gasly mumbled some things in French, not understanding anything of it, but he continued waking. Voight called them and then they walked inside the office.

“We took the liberty of going to her social media thanks to our informatic team and we discovered that she was having threats, dead threats” Voight said and Jay sighed, looking at her father. “Impossible, she never told me about that” Pierre said frowning, “Who are you, her boyfriend?” Jay scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Best friend” Pierre groaned and then Jay laughed. “Ah yeah, she talked about you. The guy that only has eyes for models, I see” he laughed and immediately stopped.

What is wrong with me? I'm not jealous.

“Halstead, get out” Voight asked him. “But I’m the principal at the case, you can’t just make me miss information. Important information" he groaned, looking at his boss. “You can’t take the case if there are emotions implied. Work with Burgess in this”.

He groaned and felt his muscles tense when that French man chuckled while he walked out of his captain's office. He sat on his chair, looking at the driver and the team principal talking with his boss, the face of the driver never changed.

"Earth to Jay" Burgess called him and he frowned, looking at her. "Come on, let's work"

Pierre looked at that American detective, the blonde one that was too worried to be the one that has the case. The moment he saw him for the first time, downstairs, and mentioned that Margot talked with him, he didn't like him. He wasn't jealous, but the thought of another man liking her made him uncomfortable.

"Pierre, you are her friend" the captain said. "Did she ever told you about people leaving rude comments on her media? Or people following her down the street?". "No, she never told me about that. She never told me about social media problems". Lies, he remembers one time she told him about a guy stalking her and some fans telling her to get away from him or her own father. "Alright, we will do everything possible to find her" Voight said rising his eyebrow looking at the French driver. "We will call if we know something new".

Jay spent most of his time searching her. They found the people who has her thanks to the phone of one of them, who was active while they kidnapped her, so they could scour their signal.

"Okay, I'll infiltrate there" Jay said when they met the location of that band. "No, Halstead. Stay out of that, if she sees you you two will be in danger" Voight said and he shook his head. "With all the respect, captain. But she was kidnapped because of me. I was the one that told her to get out of Molly's to talk. So I'm going to be the one that gets her out. And I won't accept a no".

Voight sighed and nodded looking at him, and he ran downstairs from the office and went to his car. He has to improvise everything, his fake identity and his intentions. But he would do anything for her.

So when that band, too weak and stupid, let him so easily, he knew that he got a chance to look for her.

I couldn't see them, the moment they captured me they made sure to not let me see their faces. But the moment one of them walked inside the room where they got me locked, and he took out the black hood that was hiding his face, I panicked.

"J-Jay?" I mumbled, looking at that blonde man that made me forget about Pierre. He made me shut up, closing my mouth with his hand and I nodded. "It's alright, I'm here, I'm here".

I nodded and hugged him, wrapping my arms tight around his torso and feeling how the tears started to run.

"Where is Pierre and my father? And Levi? Ethan? Where am I?" I asked nervous, not understanding anything that was happening. "Everyone is alright, worried about you. But they are safe" he explained and I nodded.

He looked at me and cupped my cheek and I looked into his eyes. They are a different shade of blue, a blue that hides fear and at the same time braveness. Not the braveness of Pierre's, but a different kind. One that had a terrible past.

"Jay… thank you" i mumbled and closed the gap between us. It was a movement my body made, and when I realized what I did, he was kissing me back. "I promise to get you out of here safe, alright? My team is outside, waiting for my signal to come inside and attack. I came here to keep you safe" he whispered and I simply nodded. "Are you ready?". I nodded and grabbed his hand tight, looking at the door and jumping a little when I heard him saying a simple 'Now' and after that some 'Chicago PD, you are arrested'. Someone opened the door and I ran to hide behind him.

"Is okay, is captain Voight" Jay whispered and I nodded, standing up next to Jay and walked out of the place, looking at the people that captured me being arrested.

"Margot!" Pierre's voice made my heart stop beating. He's here, he came here, for me. So I did something I would regret the next hour. I let my hand go of Jay's and ran to Pierre, who was walking out of a patrol car with his arms wide open for me. "Pierre" I mumbled wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "Oh my God, you are safe" he whispered, hugging me back.

I felt Jay's gaze on me, on us, and something started to make me feel nauseous, being in Pierre's arms after kissing Jay Halstead. I pulled away from the hug and looked into his eyes, his blue eyes. They are not as bright as Jay's, not as beautiful. Those eyes are for someone else.

"Eh… Yeah" I mumbled, stepping away and going to hug my father. But after that I went to Jay, feeling how my stomach started to tickle me. "

Hey". He looked at me with a smile that grew more and more as my steps got closer to him. He leaned on his car, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and looked at me. Those blue eyes were brighter, even if his past was traumatic, they were shining like the sea. "Hey, are you alright? Do you need medical attention? Come on, Sylvie is here". I shook my head and smiled, placing my hand on his arm and looked at him. "Thank you. For saving me even if we only talked for a whole hour at Molly's" i said and bit my lip. "That was the funniest hour I ever had, and the next hours were the scariest ones. It was my fault, I'm sorry" he mumbled and looked at the ground. "No. Don't blame yourself, Jay. You saved me, you saved my life".

I looked at him and sighed, feeling how his blue eyes looked at me and I smiled, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around him feeling how he kissed my forehead.

"I want to know more about you, doctor Horner. And I would be really happy be with you in the race" he whispered and I frowned looking up at him. "Your father asked me to go with Ethan, Levi and you in case something bad happens". "Really? It would make me really happy".

Jay Halstead made me forget. His blue eyes made me forget about my stupid feelings towards Pierre Gasly and all the times he rejected me.

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auswriteforyou · 8 years ago

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Family Values. (27)

Smoke filled the air around them, silence ringing in their ears as metal crushed around them from each side. The car had flipped twice, or at least she thought it had. It could have been more because honestly, who was counting? She could feel her seatbelt digging into her ribs, could see Jay's hand reaching back to her from the driver's seat as he yelled something she couldn't make out. Then it hit her like a brick to the chest, all the white noise giving way to sirens and bending metal, as she realized Will was no longer in the car with them.

"Will." She breathed, a deep ache filling her chest. They'd always been like that, almost feeling each others pain and people liked to joke about twin telepathy but with how many times he'd got her ass out of bad situation because of a feeling, she'd bet on it's success rate. She really wished she wasn't right now though.

"They have him," Jay gulped. "He went through the windshield. They're taking him to Med."

"I have to go with him." She gurgled, letters almost illegible as she tried to pull her legs out. She thought it might hurt if she could feel anything at all.

"Stop, you're trapped!" He grasped her shoulders, keeping her in place. "The car door crushed in on your side, just wait alright. Kelly is getting you out." Mention of her boyfriend calmed her enough that she could place all her focus into what she'd do when she saw Will. Smack the shit out of him for taking off his seatbelt, then hug him so hard he couldn't breathe sounded right to her. -

It'd been days since the accident, one since they'd been told Will was being weaned off the anesthetic and should be up at any point. She was a doctor she knew this. It didn't make it any easier, and Jay wasn't helping with his It should've been me, I'm supposed to protect you guys speech.

"I should've made him put his seatbelt on," Jay started for the tenth time in five minutes, "then he wouldn't have-"

"Shut up Jay!" She exploded, eyes meeting in a rage that startled him. "For the last time it's not your fault. No one is blaming you but yourself and I know you feel like you have to protect us but we're grown ass adults. I know you're freaking out and I'm barely keeping it together; so, either take it elsewhere or just shut up."

"Excuse me for grieving my brother flying out a windshield right in front of my eyes." He hissed. He stood then, running his hands over his tired face as he gave her a harsh look.

"Your brother? He's our brother Jay. I'm not saying you can't be upset, I'm just saying I can't be strong for all three of us right now, so please." He let out a laugh then, more broken and apologetic then finding hilarity. "What? WHy are you laughing?"

"Because, you're always so calm in situations like this. I didn't think it was possible for you to be anything but strong. I'm losing my shit and you're just holding his hand, checking his vitals." She knew he felt bad for not being able to do anything medically but he'd already caught the hit and run driver who'd mowed them down; in her books, he'd done more than enough.

"You know when I went to the firehouse the other day to visit Kelly? I didn't. I was here, in my office. I couldn't stop crying, I could barely breathe because the thought of anything happening to either you kills me. So I sat in my office, sobbed like a little girl then got my act together because you both needed me. You had done your part, it was my turn." She didn't argue when he motioned for her to stand up, or when he sat down and pulled her into his lap like a baby, or when he squeezed her so tight she could barely breathe - careful of her broken ribs and leg that dangled in it's cast.

"You know I love you right? And I'd do anything for you?" She rested her head in the curve of his shoulder.

"You know I love you too? And that I'd do anything for you?" He kissed the top of their head, her hand tangled with Will's being brought into her lap as Jay placed his hand over top of them both. "He'll be okay right?"

"He has to be." -

When Will opened his eyes hours later, they were in that same spot - fast asleep. He smiled to himself for a painful moment, feeling the ache settle into his bones as his mind caught up with his body. Then he used the fingers of the hand holding theirs to tickle their palms, both of them jumping at the hated feeling as they turned to glare at each other - Why'd you do that, on both of their lips. It was his laugh that had their heads snapping to face him, both practically falling out of the chair as they realized he was up. He just grinned at them.

"What's a man got to do to get a hug around here?"

#Chicago pd #Chicago med #Chicago pd blurbs #Chicago med blurbs #Chicago pd aus #Chicago pd imagines #Chicago med aus #Chicago med imagines #family values #will halstead #jay halstead #writing

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meiiyung · 6 years ago

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𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

A Second Chance - Luke!5sos x Female!reader

part 1 part 2

𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

Rather Be - Tanner Malmedal x Female!Reader

Better Bone Structure - Tanner Malmedal x Female!Reader

A Little Less Obvious - Tanner Malmedal x Female!Reader

Have you ever wanted to date a Kardashian - Woodland Demars x Female!Reader

#masterlist #imagines #fandom #hi5 studios #5sos #chicago med #bts #writing #fanfic #blurbs

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felicitysmoaksx · 2 years ago

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Ballet AU

“Hi, I’m Dr. Reese. I was called for a psych consult because you’re having a surgical procedure done?” Sarah addressed the patient, a teenaged girl. Maybe 14? 15? Then she turned to the girl’s mother. She offered her hand with a warm smile, “Hi, Ms. Rossie. No one called me because they’re concerned, but it is standard procedure at Chicago Med for a psych evaluation before under going a surgical procedure.”

“Are you-would your first name be Sarah, by chance? If you don’t mind me asking?” Sarah’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion as she turned back to the girl in the hospital bed.

“Yes,” Sarah answered the young girl hesitantly. In an instant the girl’s eyes brightened and she practically beamed at Sarah.

“You won the Prix de Fonteyn back in 2006 and you were one of the youngest ever to win! Everyone was amazed at the creativity of your Hades routine! My ballet instructor showed us last month!”

Sarah’s smile faltered at that sentence. The girl went on. Sarah could hear her voice buzzing in the background, but the curly-haired brunette was already lost in her own head. At the memories filtering through.

#Sarah Reese #Chicago Med #One Chicago #SarahReeseedit #ChicagoMededit #OneChicagoedit #//might turn this into a legitimate idea but rn its just this blurb.#//Can anyone stop the easter eggs I planted though?#Sarah Reese Ballet au

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crazybagelbitch · 3 years ago

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Ellie got into college (again) mini celebration

Send me a character and/or pairing and a sentence, any sentence as a prompt and I’ll write you a little blurb.

TV shows: svu, ER, chicago pd, chicago med

#send me stuff!!

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imaginingyourfandom · 4 years ago

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Unfortunately everything in my askbox got deleted so send in requests for:

DRABBLE/PROMPTS

INSTAGRAM EDITS

PREFERENCES

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ONESHOTS

YOU CAN USE THESE PROMPT LISTS:

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For the following fandoms:

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Fast and The Furious

Mayanc MC

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Twilight

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Lord Of The Rings

Charmed

The Librarians

The Originals

Criminal Minds

The Maze Runner / The Scorch Trials

X-Men

Vampire Diaries

NCIS LA

Chicago PD / Fire / Med

Bones

Shadowhunters

Magyver

Law and Order SVU

S.W.A.T

Stranger Things

Legacies

The Resident

9-1-1

One Tree Hill

Magnum P.I.

The Rookie

Cheaper By The Dozen

FBI

FBI: Most Wanted

The Umbrella Academy

Julie and the Phantoms

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firstrespondershowobsessed · 3 years ago

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Falling in love

Type: One-shot | Imagine about Connor Rhodes (Chicago MED) Rating: Rated R for Sexual Content Word Count: 4500+ Pairing: Connor + Lexi Enjoy!

"On my count……one two three," Lexi said as they slid the patient into the bed. "Talk to me," Connor said as he entered the room. "Lower stomach stab wound," Lexi said. "Blood pressure is tanking and heart rate is spiking," she said. "Is the bleeding under control?" Connor asked. "Yes for now but he needs surgery," Lexi said. "Alright let's get ready to transport,'' Connor said as he pulled up the bed rails.

Off they went to the OR room and Lexi went right into another room with another patient. Oh the fun of working in an ER, most nights it was never-ending.

"Another stab wound victim is coming in," Maggie said. "Send him my way," Lexi said. "Alright," Maggie said as she nodded and directed the paramedics to the trauma room where Lexi was at. "Where is the wound?" Lexi asked. "Lower stomach," The paramedic said. "Blood pressure is sinking fast, it was touch and go in the ambulance," she said. "PAGE CONNOR" Lexi yelled out. "OK on my count one two three," she said as she slid the patient onto the bed. "He's already in surgery," another nurse said. "Well someone needs to do surgery on this guy STAT or we will lose him," Lexi said as she pressed down on the wound. "What's the issue?" WIll said. "His bleeding isn't controlled and his blood pressure is sinking," Lexi said. "I got him, let's go," Will said as he pulled up the railings and they were off.

Lexi took her gloves off and went into the doctor's lounge. Just taking a breather as the ER was screaming with victims of a vicious attack at a concert. She took a deep breath in and cleared her head before heading back out to the ER. Jumping back into it not missing a beat. Around 3 am things finally calmed down and the ER was quiet.

"Finally a moment to breathe," Connor said as he sat down. "Yea I know right," Lexi said as she sat down next to him. "Was that guy ok?" she asked. "He's in the ICU, it's touch and go," Connor said. "I can't understand how someone could do this," She sighed. "I honestly have no clue," he said as he placed his hand on her leg. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yea my feet hurt but I'm ok" she nodded.

She could feel her breath catch in her throat as he touched her. She just looked at him imagining a world where he was hers but in the real world, they were just friends. She took a deep breath in as she tried to slow her heart rate down. Will came into the doctor's lounge and sat down across from Lexi and Connor.

"Seriously, when are you two going to get together?" Will asked. "It's not like that and you know it," Connor said. "Yea" Lexi nodded, knowing she wanted more. "You already seem like you two are together with how close you two are," Will said. "Yea we are close but we are just friends," Connor said. "You want coffee?" Lexi said as she stood up, walking over to the counter. "Sure" both WIll and Connor answered.

She fixed them both coffee and placed them on the table before leaving the room. She checked with Maggie to see if anything else needed to be done before clocking out. She went to get changed and left before she could run into Connor again. Her feelings were growing stronger for him each day. Later on that night Connor stopped by her place with wine and a few games.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she answered the door. "It is Friday night so game night?" he asked as he walked inside. "Oh sure," She nodded as she closed the door. "I have wine and twister," he said as he took his jacket off. "Think we need a few drinks before we start," she said as she grabbed glasses. "Sounds good," he said as he poured their drinks

They had a few rounds of drinks before they started to play the game. Each one took a turn spinning and trying to match the colors. Before she knew it she was under him, twisted up in his arms.

"Ok right-hand green," he said as he moved his hand behind her, his arm wrapped around her stomach. "Ok, let's see if I can spin," she said as she spun. "Left foot on the red," she said as she moved her foot, her leg pressing against his manhood. "So glad we are good friends" he chuckled slightly before spinning. "Yea" she smiled as adjusted her arm, bringing herself closer to him. Breathing his scent almost made her lose the game.

He took another turn and moved his leg so now he was resting between her legs. She tried to stay focused but she was slipping under his spell. She took a turn and ended up moving again where she was pressed against his chest. Leaning into his neck as she kept her balance as he took another turn. He took another turn but this time when he went to move he slipped making them both fall. They were on the floor laughing as he moved off of her, lying beside her.

"Yea you were right Fridays are better off as game nights," she said as she sat up. "I wouldn't want to spend my night anywhere else," he said as he stood up, reaching for her hand. She grabbed it and stood up. "Why?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen. "Because you are my closest friend since moving back here," he said. "Well I'm honored," she smiled as she looked at him. "I mean it, Lexi. I'm glad we have such an amazing friendship" he said. "I know Connor" she nodded as she handed him a bag of chips. "We need to eat or we will be hungover in the morning," she said. "True," he said as he took the bag of chips.

They sat on the couch and decided to watch a few shows. He started to nod off on the couch, she smiled to herself as she noticed it. She placed a blanket around him, running her hands through his hair.

"If only you knew," she said as she kissed his forehead. "Good night Connor" she whispered before laying on the other side of the couch.

In the morning he was woken up by the sunlight. She was opening the curtains allowing the morning sun into the room. He rubbed his eyes, realizing that he fell asleep on her couch. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and some aspirin before returning to him.

"Take these," she said as she handed him the aspirin and the water. "Thanks," he said. "I'm sorry for spending the night, I didn't mean to," he said. "It's ok," She nodded as she sat next to him. "Let me take you out for breakfast," he said. "That sounds good," She nodded.

He used her bathroom to freshen up before they walked down to a local cafe. He held the door open for her and told her to order whatever she wanted. Once she finished ordering she went to get them a table as he ordered his food. He walked over to the table and sat down with their drinks before sitting down across from her.

"Thank you," She said as she grabbed her drink, taking a sip. "No problem" he smiled as he watched her. "So what did you get?" she asked. "My normal" he nodded as he tried not to laugh. "What?" she asked. "You have cold foam on your lip," he said as he reached over, brushing his thumb against her lips. "Thank you," she said as she looked at him, her breath catching in her throat again. "No problem," he said as his hand lingered over her lips for a second longer than it should. "Over easy eggs with toast and bacon," the waiter said as she placed the plate in front of Lexi. "And eggs benedict and bacon for you," she said as she placed the plate in front of Connor. "Thank you," Connor nodded.

The conversation fell silent as they started to eat. Once they finished eating he cleaned up the table a little before they left. They walked back to her apartment and he leaned against his car. They said their goodbyes and went on with the rest of their day. When she entered her apartment she was greeted by the smell of him. She smiled as she sat on the couch, just thinking of Connor. She grabbed her favorite book and snuggled into the couch, just losing time in a book. She took it easy over the next few days before having another shift at the hospital. She was changing into her scrubs when she could hear the ER getting busy. She rushed out and went straight to work.

"Maggie, where do you want me?" Lexi asked. "You are with Connor," Maggie said. "I know but where am I needed right now?" Lexi asked. "Trauma two" Maggie nodded. "Alright," Lexi nodded and rushed into the room. "Patient is complaining of chest pain, BP is 143 over 67, and pulse rate is over 100," The paramedic said. "OK on my count. One two three" Lexi said as she pulled the patient onto the bed. "I said I was fine, this is UNNECESSARY," the patient said. "Well let's just look to make sure," Lexi said. "I'm not staying. LET ME GO" the patient said as he stood up. "Sir please sit down," Lexi said as she tried to control the situation. "NO, LET ME GO," the patient said as he pushed Lexi making her fall back against the wall. "HEY THIS IS MY ER SO SIT DOWN," Will said as he entered the room. "IF YOU WANT TO LEAVE THEN LEAVE BUT DON'T TOUCH MY NURSES '' Will said. "Lexi are you ok?" Connor said as he kneeled in front of her. "I-I don't know," Lexi said as she closed her eyes. "Hey, stay with me," he said as he grabbed her shoulders. "Look at me," he said. "Connor," She whispered. "I'm here but I need you to look at me, Open your eyes," Connor said as he picked her up, placing her on a stretcher. "I'm ok," She said. "Look at me," Connor said.

She finally opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. He checked her over to make sure she didn't have a head injury or a concussion. Thankfully she was fine and Connor could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"How is she?" Will asked. "She's fine," Connor nodded. "Little shaken up but ok," Connor said. "Ok good, take a few moments" Will nodded. "Thank you," Lexi said. "Take your time," Connor said as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "I'm ready to go back" She nodded as she stood up. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yea" She nodded and walked past him.

She went back to work not missing a beat. Patient after Patient filled the ER and it was a busy day as normal. She leaned against the wall, just watching Connor work in the room in front of her. Allowing her imagination to get the better of her, she had it bad for him. The way his touch would set her on fire, the burning between her legs. Just the way his eyes would look into her soul, the way she wanted to taste him.

"LEXI I need you" Connor yelled. "Yea sorry" she shook her head as she rushed into the room with him. "Put your hand here and squeeze '' he said as he placed her hand over the patient's wound. "Don't let go," he said. "Wait what," she said as she kept her grip on whatever he just placed her hand on. "You are holding his artery in your hands, don't let go," he said as he picked her up and placed her on the bed. "Connor," she said as she looked at him. "It's ok" he looked at her. "I got it and I won't let go," she said as they started rolling towards the OR.

He placed a mask over her face, making sure she would be safe. He started the surgery and she didn't let go until he told her to let go. He finished up with the surgery before picking her back up and placing her on the floor. She excused herself to go get cleaned up and take a few-minute break.

"Sorry didn't mean to drag you into that" Connor said. "It's ok," she nodded. "I'm here to help," she smiled slightly. "How is your head feeling?" he asked. "I feel fine" she looked at him. "That's good" He sat next to her. "I just needed a breather," she said. "I know," he said.

She stood up and stretched for a second before grabbing a bottle of water. She took a few sips before going back onto the floor. He followed her example and went back onto the floor. After her shift, she was collecting her things when she noticed Connor was with another female. She watched him for a few seconds before realizing that she was probably his girlfriend. She grabbed her bag and left the ER without Connor noticing. She went home and tried her best to get him out of her mind. She knew she would never be enough for Connor. She wasn't his type and even he said they were just friends. It was time to realize that and it was painful to admit that she would never be with Connor. She knew she needed to distance himself from him before she fell in love with him more. She sat on her couch, leaning her head back, and closing her eyes. Her phone started to go off, she looked down and realized tonight was the night of the Charity event. She got ready for the party and left her apartment, Connor was outside waiting for her. She smiled and got into his car, the ride was pretty silent. Once they arrived she tried to keep her distance away from Connor but that was nearly impossible.

"What do you want to drink?" Connor asked as he placed his hand over her back. "Oh just water is fine," she nodded. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, I am" She looked at him. "Water it is then: he said as he walked away from her. "Girl, you have it bad for him," Maggie said as she placed her arm around Lexi's arm. "Shhh," Lexi smiled. "You do," Maggie said. "I do but it would never work," Lexi said. "Why?" Maggie asked. "Because he's Connor Rhodes and I'm just Lexi," she said. "He cares about you," Maggie said. "Yeah and he has a girlfriend," Lexi said. "Wait, that girl today was his girlfriend?" Maggie asked. "I believe so," Lexi said. "I'm sorry," Maggie said. "It will be ok," she said before walking off when Connor walked back to Lexi. "Here you are my lady," he said as he handed her the bottle of water. "Thank you, sir," Lexi said as she grabbed the bottle. "I'm going to go talk to a few people," she said. "Well save me one dance please," he said. "I will," she nodded as she walked away from him.

They both went their different ways talking to as many people as they could. She tried her best to hide from Connor and talk to everyone at the party. He finally caught up to her and reached for her hand.

"May I have this dance?" He asked. "You sure can," she nodded as she grabbed his hand. "Thank you" he smiled as he led her onto the dance floor.

He placed her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arm around her. She moved closer to him as they swayed to the music. She rested her head against his chest as they continued to dance. Will decided to cut in and take Lexi by the hand.

"May I?" Will asked. "Sure," Lexi said as she moved over to him. "Not too far," Connor said as he walked away. "Well now since he's gone, can we talk?" Will asked as he moved them to the beat of the music. "Talk?" Lexi asked as she looked at Will. "Yea, when are you going to tell him?" Will asked. "What?" Lexi asked. "You are in love with him and he needs to know," Will said. "Does everyone know?" Lexi asked. "Everyone BUT Connor," Will said. "It's nothing Will and everything is fine," Lexi said. "You can try to convince yourself that but everyone sees it," he said. "Tell him," he said. "I will," Lexi said. "Good" WIll said as he spun Lexi right into Connors's arms. "Hey," Lexi said as she looked at him. "Hey," Connor said as he wrapped his arm around her.

She rested her head against his chest once again. Just taking in the moment because she knew she needed to distance herself from him. After the event ended he took her home and dropped her off. She went up to her apartment and went straight to sleep. Over a few days, she ignored messages from Connor and just focused on herself. On her next shift the moment she entered the ER she pulled Maggie to the side. She wanted to be assigned to Will and not Connor. At first, Maggie was confused but she caught on pretty quick. Maggie made the change into the computer and Lexi went into the locker room.

"Did I do something?" Connor asked as he walked into the locker room. "What?" Lexi asked. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked. "Not that I know of, '' Lexi said as she was confused. "Then why have you been ignoring me and now you requested to change doctors," Connor said. "Oh I just wanted to learn new things from WIll" she nodded. "Did something happen?" he asked. "No, everything is fine," Lexi said as she walked past Connor. "Clearly not, why?" Connor asked as he stepped in front of her. "Nothing is wrong Connor, just wanted a change," she said as she moved from him. "I need my partner in crime," he said. "I'm sorry but I need to do this for myself," she said as she walked away.

She went on with her shift working under Will. It killed her to be away from Connor but it's what she needed to do. She would avoid him at all costs and he just couldn't understand why. It went on like this for a few weeks. Will didn't mind Lexi being with him but hated the reason for it. She would eat lunch up on the rooftop so she wouldn't run into Connor.

"Why are you up here all alone?" he asked as he walked to her table. "Just wanted fresh air," she said. "Lexi what's wrong?" he asked as he took a seat. "Nothing is wrong," she said. "I know you and this isn't you so tell me," he said. "Nothing to tell you, Connor," She said. "You won't even look at me," he said. "I've looked at you, stop being so dramatic," she said. "I'm not, nothing has been the same since the night of the Charity event," he said. "Everything is fine," she said. "Lexi please," he said. "Connor, everything is fine," she said.

As painful as it was, she kept a smile on her face. She wanted nothing more than to run back to him, make him her partner again but she knew this was for the best. She wasn't good enough for him and that killed her since she was already in love with him. She finished her lunch and had small talk with Connor. It was killing him not knowing what was wrong or what he had done wrong. She cleaned up her mess and went back down to the ER as he did the same.

"Will, can I talk to you?" Connor asked. "Sure what's up?" Will asked. "Is Lexi acting weird or am I just bugging out?" Connor asked. "She's been acting fine with me," Will said. "But she's been so distant from me, I don't understand," Connor said. "Have you talked to her?" Will asked. "Yes, and she said everything is fine but clearly it's not" Connor sighed. "I'm sorry man, I don't know what to tell you, '' Will said as he went back to work.

Connor went back to work and tried to push the thought of Lexi being mad at him away. After the end of the shift, he rushed to the locker room to talk to Lexi but he was already gone. He wandered back into the ER, looking for Lexi. He noticed Will and Maggie talking so he decided to eavesdrop.

"Has Lexi told him?" Will asked. "No she hasn't because she saw him with another girl," Maggie said. "That was his sister," Will sighed. "Why won't she tell him?" Will asked. "Because she feels like she isn't enough for him," Maggie said. "But she's in love with him," Will said. "But does he feel the same?" Maggie asked. "I don't know, he was asking about her today," Will said. "Oh," Maggie nodded. "Well I guess eventually he will figure it out," she said as they left the hospital. "Lexi is in love with me?" Connor said to himself as he watched them walk out.

He left the hospital and on the drive over to Lexi's place he realized he also had feelings for her. They might not be as strong as Lexi but he was also in love with her. It took losing her as a partner to realize his true feelings. He rushed up the stairs to her apartment, knocking on the door and waiting for her to answer.

"Hold on, I'm coming," She said as he walked to the door. "Connor," she said as she opened the door.

He didn't say anything as he looked at her. He cupped her cheeks in his hands as he leaned in kissing her softly. She was taken back by his actions but she didn't pull away. It took a second before she started to kiss him back, placing her hand on his chest. He pushed her back into the apartment, shutting the door with his foot. He moved her backward to the bedroom, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He laid her back against the bed, moving over the top of her. Moving his lips against her neck as his hand slipped under her shirt. Gripping her hips as he continued to suck against her neck. She laid her head back and allowed her moans to escape from her lips. He gripped her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. She slipped his shirt off as well, tossing it to the side. Running her hand up and down his chest, moving down to his hips. They made quick work of each other's clothes leaving them both naked. He moved between her legs as he leaned down kissing her again. Moving slowly down her body, sucking gently as he went down. Went between both of her breasts, nibbling at her nipple. Allowing her moans to guide him to what she likes. He kissed down her stomach, moving down between her legs. Kissing up her thighs making his way to her womanhood. He parted her lips with his tongue before sucking gently against her nub. She placed her hand on the back of his head as he was between her legs. Arching her back as she was edging closer to a climax. He smirked as he started to move back up her body, making his way back to her lips.

"Don't worry it will be worth it" he whispered into her ear as he pushed himself into her. "Connor" she moaned as their bodies connected. "Yea moan my name," he said as he started to thrust into her.

She wrapped her arms around his, scratching his back as he hit the right spot with each thrust. He placed her legs around his hips, gripping her ass as they moved as one. Placing his lips back against her neck as he moaned against her. Once she was closed to the edge again he moved his hips differently bringing her to her climax. He gripped her hips, keeping her place as she rode out the climax. Screaming and grabbing the sheets as she arched into him. Once she came down he pulled out and turned her around onto all fours. Gripping her shoulders as he thrust into her. Slapping her ass as he thrust, bringing himself to a climax. He gripped her hips and thrust a few more times as he climaxed. He lay on the bed trying to catch his breath, she lay beside him trying to do the same. It was silent but blissful, she didn't know what to say. He turned so he was laying on his side, looking at her. He placed his hand against her stomach, tracing little patterns. She turned her head to look at him, looking into his eyes.

"I love you" he spoke softly. "Connor," she whispered. "No seriously, I didn't realize it right away but I love you" he brushed the hair from her face. "Who told you?" she asked. "Noone, Once you left me, you were the only thing on my mind," he said. "And when I was coming over here I realized my feelings," he said. "Connor let's not do this," she said as she sat up, grabbing a blanket. "I'm serious Lexi," he said as he grabbed her hand. "I'm in love with you," he said. "I'm not your type," she said. "I'm not enough," she said. "I don't know who told you that but you are perfect to me" he cupped her cheeks in his hand. "You are too good for me," he whispered. "You are just saying that," she said. "I'm not, I mean it," he said as he brushed his thumb against her cheek. "You have someone," she said. "That girl you saw me with was my sister," he said. "A distant sister but my sister" he looked at her. "Connor" she started to say before he leaned in and kissed her again. "I'm in love with you Lexi," He said. "I'm in love with you Connor" she whispered.

He smiled as he kissed her softly, pulling her close to him. They laid back in the bed and she rested her head against his chest. They drifted off to sleep but she really couldn't sleep. She laid there against his chest, not believing what actually just took place. He was finally hers and she couldn't believe it, but her heart was screaming. She leaned up and kissed his cheek softly before snuggling closer to him. She ended up falling asleep against his chest. On her next shift, she made sure to tell Maggie to switch her back to Connor. Everything in the ER was right again because the duo of Connor and Lexi were back together, in more ways than just one.

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