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A/n !! This is my very first fic, and I wrote it in like an hour! Please leave notes or whatever feedback you have!! I am autistic myself, so please give me your opinions!
Being Frankโs girlfriend came with challenges, obviously. Him being an ER doctor and all, and especially after rehab.
But you had a good relationship with Tanner and Penney. Being on the spectrum definitely helped with that. Frank had a way with autistics, and it was nice.
It was late, youโd just got home. You let him know you were going to be home late, which meant extra grumpy and overstimulated.
But thankfully, he was already home.
As you walk in the door, kicking off your shoes with more aggression that usual and putting your backpack on the floor, you hear his socked feet padding out from the bedroom.
He can already feel the overwhelm vibrating off you, he just knew.
โI changed the sheets, bought you a new box of crackers and that hoodie of mine you like is fresh out of the dryer.โ He says, smiling hopefully.
โIโm so done.โ You whisper quietly as your dirty socked feet shuffle closer.
โI know.โ He whispers back as he opens his arms.
You accept the invitation, shaking arms wrapping around him as you bury your face into his shirt.
โThank you for doing all this.โ You whisper, voice barely audible as it's smushed into his shirt.
โI knew youโd come feeling shitty.โ You says back quietly as he strokes your hair carefully, pressing a kiss to the top of it.
โMy skin feels like TV static.โ You whisper as you tuck your face into his neck.
โThat sounds terrible, love.โ He places another kiss on your head.
โCan I please have a shower?โ You ask quietly, eyes rimmed with tears as you look up at him.
He breaks as you look up. Eyes red and puffy. Tears threatening to spill.
โOf course you can, you donโt gotta ask me.โ He say with a small chuckle as his hand comes up to your cheek gently.
โWant me to come with you?โ
You immediately feel relief. Like a shield of protection against sound.
He kisses your head once more before taking your hand, gently leading you down the hall to the ensuite.
He turns on the light, grabs your towels (the extra fluffy one you love) and turns around for you to get undressed.
You strip. Taking off your dirty scrubs and throwing them in the hamper, and finally taking off your bra with a sigh of relief.
Frank laughs a little, turning back to see you bare with just the headphones.
He does the same. Shedding his sweatpants and T-shirt, along with his boxers.
He turns on the shower, and while it warms up his arms wrap back around you. Head on top of your headphones.
Like an owl on its favourite peak.
Once the shower warms, he gets in first and motions his hand. You take off the headphones and follow suit.
The warm water replaces the headphones like a blanket against the TV static skin. The water plus his arms around you is where youโd want to be buried.
You stand in his arms for a few minutes, under the hot water, muscles relaxing as he presses kisses to your hair. Rubbing your back.
โWeโve gotta get clean, butterfly. I can use the lavender one you like?โ He offers gently, looking down at you in your cocoon of warmth and comfort.
You nod weakly, head motioning to the shelf with the lavender shampoo.
He takes that as an invitation, you turn around and he grabs the bottle.
He lathers the shampoo and massages your scalp while washing your hair, making sure to be gentle.
The scent comforting your nose like a pillow against all the yucky bodily fluids youโve smelt today.
He quickly washes your body, sneaking in a few tickles to get out a few giggles before rinsing everything off.
โI can help you tooโฆโ. You offer weakly as he helps rinse your hair.
โYouโre so tired, butterfly. I can wash my own hair.โ He says softly, putting your hair up in a clip to keep the wet off your neck.
โBut you helped meโฆโ. You argue stubbornly as you turn around,
โBecause youโre exhausted and canโt lift your arms.โ He says with a small pout as his hands find your hips.
You pout, putting your face against his chest.
He smiles, placing a kiss to your freshly clean hair.
โYou get out, dry off. Hoodie is on the bed. And Iโll finish up.โ He offers gently, less time in the water for you the better.
โYouโll come back?โ You ask with pleading doe eyes, needing the reassurance that he wonโt leave even though heโs just in the bathroom.
โBabydoll, I wouldnโt leave you for a million dollars.โ He whispers with a grin.
โOkayโฆโ. You say, a small smile appearing as you reach for the curtain.
You get out, grabbing the towel he put for you. (The fluffy one. He rememberedโฆ). Dry off, brush your hair, and head to the bedroom.
You see your weighted blanket on the bed (which Frank despises) and his hoodie as promised.
You put on a comfy pair of his boxers and the hoodie, and crawl into bed with the blanket just as heโs getting out of the shower.
He gets out, dries off, and comes out of the bathroom. Towel hung low on his hips.
โI think you might be a princessโฆโ. He whispers, completely awestruck as he comes out of the bathroom and sees you in bed, headphones on, in his clothes.
You smile weakly, making a face and pointing him to the closet to get dressed.
โYeah yeah. Bossyโฆโ. He grumbles with a smile as he grabs clean sweatpants and a shirt.
He roughly dries his hair, and crawls into bed next to you. Opening his arms.
โFeeling a bit better?โ He asks quietly as you lay your head against his chest. Feeling his heartbeat through your headphones.
โYou make it better.โ
Ahhh! I did it! Creds to @thecutestgrotto for the divider.
