#They were shocked neither of us could drive and kept being politely taken aback by our autism

[chicago-geniza]

Class divide! Inside the family

[p---ink]

Teach Me.

Author’s Note: So. I finally made a Peter Parker Fiction. And I know the gif is Arvin Russell, but that is for a reason, and maybe you'll see it, maybe you won't, BUT TELL ME IF YOU DO. So this is an unnamed OC fiction, but its mostly reader insert, aside from the fact that she’s black (surprise, surprise) and she has brown eyes. I made her an “OC” because of that fact. Also, get ready for some fluffy head cannons of Peter P. In the not-so-distant future though. 

Summary: Maybe Peter Parker, isn't as innocent as he seems. 

Warnings: Smut. Smut. and more Smut. Car-smut. Dark-ish Peter (Not really, but he’s not his usual wholesome self) 

Song: Star-gazing by The Neighborhood. I literally based this entire fiction on this one song. Even if you don’t read the fic, you should listen to it. 

Word Count: 5.5k

“If you don’t mind me asking,” She started, pausing a bit to give him time to look up at her, “ who brings a textbook to a frat party?”

His heart stopped for a moment when he realized who was speaking to him. But then he matched her grin shyly and replied, “It’s more of a conversation starter than anything.” 

“Would you say its been working well?”

“I did somehow manage to get someone as pretty as you to speak to me.” 

The smile that was already plastered on her face, grew wider along with her eyes and brows. “Wow Parker: Who knew you could be so bold after a few drinks?

“I’ve only had one, so the rest is all me.” He closed his book and readjusted his leg inviting her to sit. Then as if just realizing, he asked, “You know who I am?”

“Of course I know who you are. We went to Midtown together.” She said, getting comfortable on the couch. 

“Yeah I know. But we barely spoke to each other. Sometimes I wondered if you even knew I existed.”

“I always kept tabs on cuties like you. Especially you, actually.” She declared. 

“And you call me bold.” He muttered under his breath, a small blush creeping up.

“I’m always like this. Anyone who knows me, can tell you that. But anyone who knows you, would say the opposite. You were always so good.” 

“Good?”

“Yes! Good. Innocent. Nice. Whatever floats your boat.”

“And I remember you being, bossy, assertive, and intimidating.”

She threw her head back in laughter before stating,“You say that like its a bad thing.” Coming down from her fits of giggles she adds, “You noticed me, too? Never thought I was on your radar.”

“How could anyone not notice you.” He asked. “We had English together our freshman year. First day of class, you challenged Mr. Frechowsky, for inflicting his political views on the rest of the class. He got so red in the face, after yelling at you for three minutes straight, but everyone was more shocked at you for being unfazed.”

“I forgot abou-”

“Sophomore year, you “accidentally” tripped Amy Shuemacker,  after she made a rude comment about Ned’s weight. Junior year, you announced that you wanted to be not only the first female president, but the first who was black too. I remember telling myself you’d have my vote. Senior year, you almost had a mental breakdown when it looked like Michelle Obama was gonna run.” Peter finished, with not a hint that he was out of breath. 

“I-” She was more than taken aback. “I’m embarrassed that you remember all of that. Its been like four years since we graduated. Frankly any other person would have forgotten.”

“I think its impossible for anyone who’s met you, to forget the day they did.” He admitted to her. 

She just stared at him in awe for a moment. Mouth slightly agape from surprise. A shadow of a smile ever so present. 

Even though he was the one to say it, it was his face that turned a tinge pinker than before when he realized the weight behind his words. He swallowed thickly, averting his attention to the patterns that lined the carpet, fearing that he made her uncomfortable. In all honesty, he used to have a proper crush on the girl, rivaled by even Romeo’s adoration for Juliet.

This was the same girl he once described as ethereal. He once told Ned that fairies wove the strands of her hair, and butterflies still lived there, claiming that he saw them playing beneath her braids. The sun literally lived under her skin, and it was the secret as to why it would glow, and why her smile was so bright. He would swear to anyone that listened, that the harp was made with her voice in mind, and that it, her voice, played a better melody. He used to be lovestruck. Guess those feelings still lingered. 

If you asked him, two minutes ago had he gotten over it, his answer would’ve been yes. Would’ve been. 

His sudden fluster—which she found adorable by the way, broke her from her trance as she grinned and said “Don’t act bashful now!” playfully shoving his arm as she uttered the words. 

Quickly recovering from his earlier hiccup, he slowly returned her grin and tried to retaliate but before he could, “We have to go. Now.”

They looked up to see an irritated looking preppy girl impatiently scowling down at them. She couldn’t have been much older than 21, but no one told that to her clothes and aura. Her olive skin couldn’t hide the frown lines that had been assigned to her, nor the bags that would put a raccoon to shame. Besides the current circumstances that she would tell them in the next minute, Peter could tell on his own that the girl needed a date with sleep. 

“What’s the matter Li? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, aside from the fact that Angie locked herself out of the apartment again.” She said sarcastically, muttering this last part under her breath “I swear I’ve had it with that girl.”

“Ah I see. Well then we better get going.” The girl affirmed, standing from her seat, making Peter rise from his. “Peter it was so nice seeing you. I hate to leave, I would’ve enjoyed catching up a bit more.” She said, turning to grab her coat. 

“Well then we should catch up soon.”

She turned to nod her head, seemingly interested in his suggestion. “I’d love that. When did you have in mind?”

“How about now? if its a ride you’re looking for, I can drive you home.” Peter’s inner sixteen year old self, screamed at this opportunity. Time alone, with his four-year crush? He couldn’t not take advantage of the moment. 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s all the way on the other side of town.” She informed him. 

“But you’re not asking me to do it. I’m offering, because, ‘ya know; I haven’t seen you in a while and I’d like to catch up, too.” He said, second-guessing himself and praying that he didn’t come on too strong. “Ya know. Only if you want to.” He added just in case. 

Taking too much time debating whether or not she should say yes, the girl’s friend did it for her.  “Sounds great! I’ll see you at home.” Spinning on her heels,  and walking out of the door.

“Well.” The girl started, smiling at her old schoolmate. “I guess that settles it.”

“Shit!” He cursed, killing the engine completely, and slamming his head back on the headrest. After a couple minutes of trying to get it to start, the boy gave up like his car did.

It had been a full three hours since  Alisha left the party. The time was spent competing about who could find out more about the other. He learned that she still had a thirst for changing the world and community around her. She learned that the boy had been bitten by a radioactive spider and was now New York’s most friendly vigilante. She never knew that Peter could be so hilarious. 

They were stranded on some back road, miles away from civilization, with rain coming down on the roof of the car like they owed it money.

“Peter, what did you expect?” She began to question, giggling as she spoke. “This car is so old, Fred Flintstone has a newer model.”

“Hey!” He cried, “Don’t badmouth Karen. She just needs a little work.”

“You mean a lot of work. Karen is ancient.”

“She’s been good to me.”

“Should I call Triple A?” She asked, ignoring his dramatics. “The rain will probably let up by the time they get here.”

“I’ve got this.” He sighed, readying himself to leave the car. “Besides, triple A doesn’t know Karen like I do. They won’t be able to give her the love and patience she deserves” He explained, the car’s rickety door sounding as he disappeared into the rain. 

She heard that same distinct sound not ten seconds later, as he reappeared, soaking wet from the rain’s onslaught. His white t-shirt clung to his body, while beads of water raced down his skin. His messy locks, traded their dark brown hue for a jet black one, and his dirty converses shone a little brighter than they did before he left the car. 

“Maybe that wasn’t the best idea.” He admitted, the leather making a squelching noise as he glued himself back to his previous seat. 

“The offer for triple A still stands.”

“No. I’ll let this play out. But maybe I can call you an Uber.”

“There’s no way I’m leaving you out here all alone. We’ll let this play out.”

“But this may take a while.”

“I’m the reason you’re out here in the first place. And I like your company, so i’ll stay.”

Peter knew he couldn’t argue with that one, so he let silence befall the two of them. It stayed like that for a moment. It wasn’t quite awkward, but it was definitely palpable. 

She thought to say something, he did the same, but neither could quite let their words come to life. It was unlike the girl he knew before, who said the first thing that came to mind. Unlike himself, who did the same, but in a less graceful way. 

Finally, after what felt like hours of deafening quiet, Peter begins with, “How long have you and Brad been a thing?” The question fresh on his mind, since her phone rang yet again, with his ugly mug lighting up the screen. It was the fourth time she ignored the notification. 

It was rare for Peter to hate a person. In fact he didn’t hate many at all. But there was something about Brad that always made his stomach clench. Didn’t help that he was sniffing around his girl. 

“Hmm.” She pondered, tapping her chin with her index finger. Acting as if she was carefully thinking about it.“For about for-never and a day” She finally answered.

“Oh I thought, that since—“ Peter stammered, growing embarrassed by his assumption, and the disdain that coated his words.

“Anyone would have, with him blowing my phone up.” She sighed. “But alas, nothing will ever come of us. No matter how much he wants it to. Wish he’d take a hint.”

Back to silence. But this time it didn’t consume Peter. It gave him a bit of hope, enough hope to ask her his next question. 

“Back at the party,” he started before pausing, which prompted her to question, yes, before he could properly collect his nerve to ask her what he wanted. 

“Back at the party, you mentioned you always kept tabs on me. Especially me. What did you mean by that?”

“I may have had a small crush on you.” She answered without missing a beat. This of course took him by surprise, but not for long. 

“Why did you never act on it?”

“Because I quickly realized you weren’t my type.” She said as if it was nothing in the world.

“Ouch. What did I do to make you realize that?” Peter asked. Though his tone was light-hearted, he tried not to let on that he was hurt. 

“Nothing.” She replied. “You were just yourself. Peter Parker, the innocent good boy who would never harm a fly.”

Peter thought to himself for a moment. He thought long and hard before he decided to bring up the word she had uttered more than once tonight. “There goes that word again: innocent. What makes you think I’m innocent?”

“Come on Parker. Ned told me you once donated a one hundred dollar bill you found lying on the sidewalk to the local homeless shelter. And that was after you couldn’t find its original owner. That’s got innocence written all over it.”

“Does that make me innocent or a good person?”

“They’re one and the same.”

“There is a big difference between the two.”

“I disagree. The two are definitely interchangeable. Good people are the ones who haven’t been corrupted yet.”

“So does that mean you aren’t a good person?”

“I think I’m a neutral person. Not exactly good, not exactly bad. Just walking the tightrope. I probably would have taken the money, and felt bad about it later.”

They both chuckled at her statement, letting it end that segment of the conversation. Though Peter was done fighting with her about her type’s moral compass, he wasn’t done with the subject all together.

“So,” He paused, and she braced herself, taking notice of how every time he did that, a question she was reluctant to answer followed. “what exactly is your type?”

An uncomfortable breathy laugh passed through her lips as she answered. “I didn’t exactly know it at the time, but I’m able to put it into words now.” She admitted, taking her time as she explained. 

“I guess ideally you were my type. Nice. Harmless. Smart. But I was also looking for someone who knew how to take control. I’m in control of everything in my life, so it feels good to meet a person who lets me relinquish that. Or in more crude terms, a person who has the ability to fuck my brains out.” She declared as she leered in his direction with a small smirk playing her lips. 

She was only teasing. But she could feel that the air had grown thick on the side of the car that Peter had resided in. For a split second, she could have sworn that she saw something snap in him. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, making her feel as though she had imagined the entire thing. 

But she knew that couldn’t have been right. Known for many things, her vivid imagination wasn’t one of them. His breath hitched. His shoulders tensed. She hadn’t imagined that. What he said next, after what felt like an hour of silence told her that she didn’t imagine anything at all. 

“Did teaching me, ever cross your mind?” He asked. His grip on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. She saw his Adam’s apple bob after he spoke, and his chestnut eyes focused on the rain that splattered against the windshield. 

“U-um I-,” She stammered, Peter catching her by surprise. She had to really think about his question. “I suppose it never did.”

“You still want me?” He asked her, turning his attention back on her. 

“Huh?”

“Am I still your type? Aside from the fact that I can’t take control?” 

She just swallows, before nodding.

Noting her surprise, but not relenting he says, “Then teach me.”

“What?” She questions, fearing she misheard him. 

“Teach me.” He repeated, only elaborating when she scrutinized his face. “Show me exactly how you want to be touched. Kissed. Fucked.”

The way he said the word, fuck, was so filthy. It almost made her lose the rest of her composure. Not like she had much left. He had already rendered her speechless, now he was ruining her panties.

No. She wouldn’t let it play out like this. She had a reputation to uphold.

She peered over her shoulder, then back to him trying to assess whether or not he was serious. When his face showed no sign of amusement, she swung her door open, to trade her passenger’s seat for the back one. 

The rain’s onslaught was still vicious, so her previously dry form was borderline drenched. July’s summer heat, did no favors in keeping her warm, and she had no idea if she was shivering from the rain or her nerves. “Are you gonna come keep me warm or what?” She challenged, trying to find her confidence again.  

It was only seconds before Peter joined her, but it was no question that his body was shaking with anticipation. He looked at her expectantly, surveying her every move. From the way her eyes flitted to the ground, to the way her hands busied themselves by rubbing at her thighs. She was nervous. 

It must have been a snowy day in hell.

“What should we do first?” She asked. 

“Does the instructor usually ask the pupil what lessons they should start with?”

“Kiss me?” She suggested, half-ignoring his comment. 

“Are you asking me, or telling me?” Peter remarked, amusement glinting in his eyes. 

Annoyance overtaking her tone now, she demands this time, “Kiss me.” 

“Say please.” He teased. 

“Damn it Peter, fucking kiss m—”

And then he glued his lips to hers. They were sweet and gentle, like him, but still managed to convey his longing. He hoped the kiss would capture all the times he imagined doing it when she would flash those pretty brown eyes his way. When she would speak in a way that put an angel’s timbre to shame. Even when she would fucking breathe, he imagined kissing her until his lips fell off. He hoped the kiss would make up for all of the ones he was dying to share with her over the years.

The pads of his fingers roamed over her silky smooth skin, starting at her cheeks, ending at her neckline. He tasted the flavor of her strawberry chapstick, the same one that made her lips feel and look as smooth as butter. When he inhaled and tasted the faint scent of minty watermelon on her breath, he decided he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to kiss her until he committed to memory every bump on her tongue. Then he would be satisfied. 

“Like this?” He whispered, pulling back to inhale the same air as her, almost turning feral at the sight of her swollen lips and blown pupils. “Or,” he started, leaning back in to go again, searching her eyes, “like this?”

Whereas kiss one was innocent and sweet, the way that Peter portrays himself, kiss two was the definition of what he could be…or maybe what he already was, she couldn’t tell. He was filthy with the way his tongue glided against hers. The hot wet muscle played hers like an instrument, before locking the two together. One of his hands planted itself on the nape of her neck, forcing her to feel every measure against her mouth. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, not that she wanted to. Just like him she wanted to relish the taste of him. 

With his nose pressed against her cheek, and hers against his, they kissed like they wanted to touch the other’s souls. They began breathing in the rest of the other’s air, like they wanted to swap lungs. Exploring the other’s bodies, like they would die if they didn’t study the exact texture of the other’s skin. 

It took everything in Peter to restrain himself. To keep his thumbs from traveling beneath her shirt. He nipped at his tongue to keep from nipping at her lips and skin. He tried shifting in his seat to distract himself from the shifting going on in his jeans. 

It certainly didn’t help the growing tent in his pants when the girl planted her thighs on either side of his, rocking and rolling her hips to alleviate some of the tension in her panties. 

She took over the kiss, setting the pace and overcoming the surprise from Peter earlier.

Her fingers, that were previously glued to his face, began fumbling with the hem of his shirt, peeling the wet material off and over his head. She marveled at his sculpted chest for a moment, before Peter followed suit, pulling her dampened top over her arms and flinging it over the seat. 

A throaty groan passed his lips when she resumed her measures against his hips. Grinding herself down on his hardening member. 

Her breathy whimpers intensified when his surprisingly warm hands traveled along her skin, caressing her soft flesh. She was getting more worked up the more Peter mimicked the movement of her hips, grinding upwards while simultaneously pinning her waist down. 

She tugged harshly on the patch of hair that lived on the back of his neck, eliciting one of the sexiest groans she had ever heard. His heavily lidded eyes that held the same fire as hers, both scared and excited her. 

As she leaned in closely, preparing her words carefully she ordered him to, “Kiss me here,” before planting her lips on his neck. Flattening her tongue to lick a stripe up the exposed skin, she began swirling the appendage before nipping, licking, and sucking until his skin had a reddish purple hue. 

She got lost in the feel of him, succumbing to the sound of his hisses and moans only to yelp a moment later, when Peter mimicked her earlier actions.

With a fistful of her hair, and her exposed neck jutting out towards his lips he licked a stripe against the skin, just as she did earlier, only his measures were steady and calculated, taking note of every flinch and hitch of her breath. He found her sweet spot in seconds, focusing all of his attention there. 

With her nails digging into his flesh, and her hips stuttering, Peter knew he had her where he wanted her. “Like that?” He rasped, pulling away to admire the strings of purple and blue that littered her skin. 

“Fuck yea Parker; you learn fast.” She gasped, attempting at a laugh, as she peeled her chest off of him.  She took a hand of his into hers, grasping two of his fingers as she bought them to her lips. 

Hollowing her cheeks as she sensually sucked and lubricated his digits, she bought his other hand down to her shorts, beckoning him to unbutton them. “Touch me here.” She murmured, eyes taking in the wide curious ones staring back at her. 

With the newly slick fingers, Peter did as she told him, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and finding her nub instantaneously. “Right here?” He enquired, when her breathing turned shaky. 

“Mmm, god yes!” She praised, as he worked his fingers over her. 

Setting a consistent pace, Peter lightly grazed her clit, every time he ran his fingers up and down her folds. “Am I doing this right?” He questioned, flicking and teasing her core. 

“Mhm” She mewled, “fuck y-your fingers feel so good” Her speech was now becoming slightly incoherent.

“Yeah?” He groaned, “What about my mouth?” He asked, just before unclasping her bra a little too effortlessly with one hand. Latching his lips against her perky chest, he massaged the other mound with his free hand.  

Words were lost on her, as she became a wanton mess. She couldn’t fathom how he could be so skillful with both hands. How a person could multitask the way that he did was indescribable. His hand on her clit didn’t let up, but neither did the one that tweaked and pulled on her nipple. Not to mention the hot tongue that darted and sucked meticulously at her other. She couldn’t stifle her cries if she tried. 

Riding his fingers, she pressed his head further into her chest,  becoming greedy with his touch, as she sprinted towards her orgasm. She thought that this feeling couldn’t get any better. 

Of course, Peter was full of nothing but surprises tonight, and needed to prove her wrong. He let two of his fingers slip inside of her, while a thumb replaced the ones that were glued to her clit. Rubbing circles against her sex, he pumped the two fingers furiously in and out of her hole. 

“Does that feel good, baby?”

But the girl didn’t answer, Her mouth hung open as if she wanted to, but the words were jumbled somewhere in her throat. Her face twisted into pleasure, and she couldn’t do anything but succumb to his measures against her body.

It wasn’t long before she felt her stomach spasming, the heat pooling to her core, her already sensitive flower growing even more sensitive, as she came into his palm. 

Her juices coated his digits, her walls fluttered around them, and her skin was now hot to the touch, as Peter forced her climax out of her. 

Tears flooded her eyes, as she took in as much air as she could. When had she stopped breathing? Maybe sometime during the earth-shattering orgasm her old classmate was giving her. 

Once the ringing in her ears subsided, and her lower region began to cool again, she thanked the boy and praised him as she said, “You did so well,” before planting hot wet kisses on his shoulder and neck.

She stopped when she felt his body shaking. Coming back up to eye him, she asked what he found so funny. 

Peter tried to hide the smirk that plastered his lips but he couldn’t hold his act any longer. “You just don’t get it do you?” He asks as he casually licks and sucks at his fingers, just as she did earlier, relishing in the taste of her essence. 

The confusion on her face and brain was evident. “Get wha—” He had her pinned on her back, before she could utter the last syllable.

The tight space was cramped, but the boy had more than enough room to stalk his prey. He hovered above her, ridding her of the rest of her clothes in one fell swoop, before delivering his monologue. 

“I don’t know what it is about girls like you, but I swear you drive me crazy.” He admitted, before removing his jeans in a quick motion. “You always assume that just because I’m a nice guy, I won’t be able to fuck your brains out.” He informed, before revealing a hidden condom and rolling it on before lining himself up at her entrance. “But I hope that if tonight proves anything to you,” He starts, eyes finally darting up to land on her horror-filled ones, “it will be that your mindset can land you in a whole heap of trouble.”

And with that, he grasps the door above her head, before sinking himself into her.

Groaning at the feel of her, Peter’s facade dropped completely. Her tight little cunt feels even better than he imagined, and he hopes that he feels better than she ever imagined. 

He starts slow, with the intent of her feeling every ridge of his cock, as it threatens to invade her stomach. Her soft tits bouncing with every thrust, send a jolt through his body every time her nipples graze his chest. The way his name falls off her sweet tongue, has him in shambles, as he picks up his pace, throwing slow and steady out of the window. 

Her cries are loud in his ear, as he ruts against her sex. He’s so thick, its hard for her to think straight. He can feel the indents of her nails as they dig into his lower back; she tries to press his ass closer to her, never wanting him to leave.

Maybe if it were any other guy fucking her, she would have felt the seat buckle digging into her back. Maybe she would have felt her sticky sweaty skin on the leather of his back seat. Maybe the awkward position her head was in would have spoiled her experience. But with Peter, she could only focus on the pleasure. 

His thrusts were relentless now. His hot breath was fanning the side of her cheeks. His previously damp hair, stuck to her neck, as he drove himself further into her skin. Nothing could distract him away from her in this moment.

Nothing but the faint glow of her phone, that is. It’s buzzing, and vibrations immediately catching his eye, as he held his head up. That same dangerous smirk that she saw earlier returning. 

“Look who’s calling, baby.” He purred, overcoming the stutter of his hips. When he held her phone up for her to see, her heart sank at the mischief behind his words. Brad. “Should we answer it?”

“No, Pete!” She cried. 

“Oh come on, that would be rude wouldn’t it?” He dared, before delivering a particularly hard thrust, that sent her mind into a haze. “We can stop so you can take this—”

“No! D-don’t stop” She begged, prying the phone from his fingers, and fumbling with the answer button. 

“Babe? Hello?” Brad’s irritating voice answered flooding, her phone’s speaker. But the girl didn’t answer immediately, because she was too busy trying to stifle her whimpers. 

“Hey Brad!” She finally choked out, sounding somewhat normal. How she managed to do it, she couldn’t say. 

“Wow! Finally. This is like my eighth time trying you. I almost can’t believe you answered. What are you up to?”

“Should you tell him what you’re up to, babe?” Peter devilishly whispered against her skin.

“Nothing!” She whined into the phone. 

“Whoa. Are you okay? You sound a little off?”

“You should tell him you sound like this because I’m making you feel so good.” Peter suggested, driving her body up and down the seats. “I bet he’d wish he were me right now.”

“I-I’m just a feeling a l-li-little sick is all.” She breathlessly stuttered.

“Should I come over?”

“Ah yes Peter!” She wailed, when the boy starts circling his fingers against her clit, while simultaneously grinding slowly but roughly into her. She’s no longer paying attention to the man on the other end. His curses don’t faze her, nor does Peter’s actions as he releases the phone from her grip. 

“Hey Brad. Remember me.” He casually asks, ignoring Brad’s threats. “Yeah no man, don’t worry about her: I’ll make sure she’s real good and taken care of.” He promises, before ending the call, and tossing the device into the passenger’s seat. “Think he finally got the hint?”

Peter then takes the girl’s hips into his hands, lifting her inches off the seat, before pulling her body onto his dick at an ungodly speed.

Crying. She’s literally crying, with tears streaming down her face. Her voice is becoming hoarse with moans. She had never experienced such intense sex in her life. 

Peter brings the hand that was previously plastered on the glass down to the girl’s face. “would this be the definition of fucking your brains out, baby?” He grunts, in reference to the girl’s constant repetition of his name. It’s the only word she can remember, as he fucks her into the chair. 

His movements shook the car. The heat that their bodies radiated, fogging up the glass. The scent of their sex now embedded in the fabric of his seats. The boy was completely untamed. 

Her screams were one among the things that set him off. The way her body writhed against his was another. The stutter in her speech another. But the unbridled lust that her eyes held, was the literal icing on the cake. 

Thank fuck she came before him. Her tight little hole constricting and clenching his dick. And when he started slipping in and out, her eyes glued shut, and her chest started to rise and fall, he knew that she had came. 

A sweaty fucked out mess before him, she needed Peter to finish her off before she was satisfied. “Drown me in your cum” She begged, and it was like he knew exactly what she wanted. 

Unsheathing himself from her, he ridded himself of the condom, and started tugging violently at his cock. Fucking his hand, not unlike the way he fucked her earlier, he spurted his milky white seed all over her supple brown canvas, a husky groan roaring from his chest as he threw his head back in pleasure. His seed extinguished the heat that resided in her skin, and she closed her eyes shut, letting her head fall back down on the seat. 

The image of his white paint, all over her stomach, chest, and tits, bleeding into his memory, as he came back down from his high. 

Once back down to earth, reality began to sink back in. Immediately recomposing himself, Peter blurted, “Fuck are you okay? Was I too rough?”

His sudden outburst almost made her jump out of her skin, but she quickly recovered. “Oh god no Parker! I loved every minute of that.” She lazily smiled reassuringly.  “Do you always fuck like that?”

Peter returned the smirk, blushing before saying, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you like that.” 

After planting a final kiss on her lips, he reached into the center console, to scavenge a few wet wipes, cleaning her skin before discarding them. 

Moments later, they reunited with their lost articles of clothes, pulling the fabrics over their limbs before crawling back into the front seat.

When Peter put his seatbelt back on, and cranked the car up with no effort, he felt the heat of the girl’s eyes on his skin. 

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded by her glare. 

“Was there ever anything wrong with the car?”

And then as if just realizing Peter mouthes oh, before telling her simply “No.” Adding on that he just wanted an excuse to spend more time with her. 

“Well how the fuck did you know I wasn’t gonna just take your offer for an Uber?”  She asked, more impressed than pissed.

“Because you’re a neutral person, and a neutral person would feel too bad about doing that.”

“There’s a lot of things I still have to learn about you Parker.” She admits, sinking down into her seat. Heat rising to her cheeks, as a new crush began to develop. 

“Don’t worry. I’m willing to teach you.” 

 A/N: So like...don’t be afraid to tell me what you think. I swear I dont bite...unless you're into that. also this was edited it, but probably not well, so tell me if you see an error. 

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a consequence worth taking 2/?

Request: no request

Pairing: Cisco Ramon x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mean Cisco

Word Count: 3,068

Add on: interested in a good quite a few parts in this? I definitely. More to come this weekend.

gif is NOT mine, credit to owner

"Y/N, Y/N, we gotta go! Get up. There's an emergency at S.T.A.R. Labs." you abruptly sat up, your head pounding since you took a nap and they cause you to have headaches most of the time. Your heart beat fast as Cisco's frantic voice ran through your head and the two of you scrambled to get your clothes back on, suddenly completely sober enough to drive. But it would take too long. It was extremely difficult trying to get your clothes on in the back of a vehicle but you managed and so did Cisco. 

"It'll take too long to drive there." you said. "You'll need to-" 

"Breach us? I know," Cisco cut you off with a cold tone to it. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but before you could question him about his tone, he was out of the car waiting for you to follow behind him to breath you two to the lab. You finished tying up your shoe laces and you exited the same door Cisco did. He grabbed your hand, rather aggressively too, and breached you to the cortex. 

Stepping out of the breach, the first thing that happened was Barry speeding towards you to envelope you into a hug. You flinched at the sudden human contact and hesitantly hugged back. "Erm, not that I don't mind a hug, but why are you?"

"Neither of you were answering your phone. We thought DeVoe got to you." Barry pulled back and kept his hands on your shoulders with a concerned look on his face but it looks more relieved than it originally did. 

"Why would DeVoe get to us? He hasn't been active in a while and he's not once wanted anything to do with me." you said. 

"Actually," Barry glanced at everyone behind him; Harry, Iris, and Caitlin then looked back at you with his left hand now scratching the top of his head. "He just sent us a message. He said he's after you specifically." 

You took a step back in surprise, "Wait, why? There's nothing special about me. I'm not a Meta-human like you.`` Strangely enough, you've never been targeted by a bad guy, they went for everyone else. It was frightening having it happen to you, how could you not think it was? Barry is usually the main one then Iris because it is the love of his life following his other friends. But you? No one has ever wanted you. You had no powers, sure you were surrounded by people you loved and they loved you but you just were there. "This doesn't make any sense to me." 

"There's not much to make sense out of that, Y/N. He said he wants you so we have to protect you in anyway." Cisco replied, once again a little too coldly. You gave him an odd look and turned back to Barry. 

"I'll be fine. I taught myself how to fight when all of this began and I still have some of Cisco's tech that I could use against him. I'll be okay." 

"That won't get you very far, Y/N, you know that." Caitlin said softly. You sighed, you weren't about to go sleep at someone else's house. Your apartment was secure enough to go there and you refused to go stay with anyone else. "Why don't you stay with Cisco?" 

Before you could act, Cisco was speaking up, "She's not staying with me," 

"Can I just stay with you, Cait?" you questioned quietly. You didn't understand why Cisco was being this way towards you. You didn't do anything wrong. He has no right to be treating you this way but if he is, you won't sit here and continue to deal with it. She smiled at you and smiled, telling you 'of course'. "Cisco, we need to go back and get my car."

"Where were you guys anyway?" asked Barry. 

You two stopped in your tracks and glanced at one another before running into the breach Cisco created. 

~

DeVoe has yet to make a move towards you and it's been a few weeks. You stayed with Caitlin until you got fed up not being home alone and politely told her you'll be going back to stay at your house. The team was hesitant about it at first but let you go so you took your chance and went home. But those weeks were filled with sarcasm, rudeness, and getting snapped at by Cisco. He wouldn't tell you what was wrong so eventually, you stopped coming around him. 

You were seated on your couch with a bowl of cereal in your lap and your comfiest pajamas watching the Jimmy Fallon show. You laughed loudly at a joke and there was suddenly a knock on the door. Setting down your cereal, you peeked at the clock on your stove reading the time 11:13pm. Who could possibly be here? Cisco was behind the door with an angered facial expression when you opened the door and he didn't wait for an invitation, he barged through the doorway. 

"Cisco? What's wrong?" 

"What's wrong? What's freaking wrong?" he exclaims. "I'll tell you what's wrong. Cynthia showed up at my apartment, Y/N! Someone told her about us sleeping together and she's devastated." you were taken aback by his sudden outburst and quite honestly, a little upset with it. Was he trying to blame you solely? If he was, it wouldn't be fair. It took two to tango. 

"Cisco, I-" 

"Was it you?" he accused. 

"What? Of course not! Why would I?" 

"To get back at her, obviously! She 'stole your man's'. A bitch move, Y/N. How can you live with yourself?" 

Your eyes widened in shock and you snapped back, "What the hell is wrong with you? I have no way of contacting her when she's on Earth 19! I can't believe you came here, to my freaking apartment, to accuse me of telling your ex that we had sex? I have no motive for that! You guys broke up so why would I want to do something like that?" 

"You're right. I shouldn't have come here. But I'm glad I did because I can tell you this now, you and I aren't ever going to happen. We're done being friends right now." with that, he didn't bother to look at you and left your apartment, not forgetting to slam your front door behind him as he did. You jumped at the loudness and stood there for a few moments processing what just happened. How could he just leave you like this? Your heart clenched in despair once everything processed and your face got hot with tears forming in your eyes. He left you. Your best friend left you because of one mistakenly drunken night where you both pursued each other, you slept with each other and he has the audacity to do that to you? Your legs moved faster than your mind could comprehend and you ran to the window to see if you could catch Cisco but his car was speeding off down the street by the time you got to the window. You stood there with disbelief and turned your back to the wall sliding down it with tears rolling down your cheeks. You’ll catch him tomorrow. 

~

It took you a bit to get to S.T.A.R. Labs as you were exhausted from the terrifying fear that someone was watching you. You didn’t call anyone thinking it was just paranoia and eventually you passed out, you woke the next morning feeling incredibly silly for being so scared. Your heels clicked against the floor and you brought the coffee from Jitters to your lips to calm your nerves. You were about to see Cisco and honestly, you didn’t know how to react or what to do, you just knew you were angry and upset. Coming into the cortex, Iris, Barry, Caitlin, Harry, and Cisco were standing in different places talking about DeVoe ad his next moves. Cisco gave you a side glance and you happened to catch the instant mood drop. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Caitlin greeted you with a warm smile as did everyone else besides Cisco when they noticed you came in. You gave them all a small smile and set your coffee down to take your jacket off. “We were just going over a plan to stop DeVoe if he gets to you.”

“Okay and what is that?” you questioned, leaning forward on your elbows on the table looking at them. 

“Well, first, we are going to lure him here somehow. We haven’t figured out how yet but once he gets here, maybe we can act like you died? If you’re ‘dead’, he won’t want you anymore.” Barry explained walking over to Iris, throwing an arm around her shoulders. You nodded, processing the plan. It seemed to be legitimate but what if it didn’t work? 

“Okay, I can see that happening. We would need to figure out how we do that though and we will need a plan B if that doesn’t work.” you told them, taking a sip of your warm coffee from Jitters.

Caitlin gasped, her eyes lighting up and if this were a cartoon, a light would appear above her head. “I know how. Barry, you can bring her into Flash time with you. She needs just enough time to get fast enough to make a double and we can kill that double in front of DeVoe.”

“Wait, what? Caitlin, no! That will never work.” Barry exclaimed. Caitlin rushed over to the board, bringing it from its spot and taking the marker to begin writing numbers across the whole board. Cisco watched from afar examining the process of what she was doing. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m calculating how long she would be in there before she burnt out. This all just depends on time. Barry, when we went into it with you, Cisco and I were still conscious. You were-”

“Sharing an aura around us. You were sharing your powers.” Cisco piped up, eyes furrowed and strolled over to Caitlin to take the marker from her hand and continue the work. “Time is tricky though. It seems she would get 55 milliseconds of our time. Do you think it will be enough time for her to double?”

“I don’t know. It’s risky, Cisco. Can’t you just make some kind of tech?” Barry questioned.

He shook his head, “It’d take too much time and we don’t know how long we would have. DeVoe may not be in action right now nor does it look like it will be soon, we don’t know when he could strike. He could come now and we won’t be prepared. If you guys go train quickly, we could do this. If it doesn’t work then we’ll figure something else out.”

“Wait,” you interrupted them. “What if I don’t want to do any of that? It’s risky as hell. We have no idea if that’ll even work. We have 55 milliseconds and that’s it. How do we know once that time is up, the double will disappear?”

“It’s worth a shot, Y/N.” Cisco snapped back.

“Oh yeah? Like you care.” you spat angrily. For a quick second, your eyes flashed a different color going unnoticed by all except Caitlin. 

“Okay, what happened between you two? One minute you guys are best friends and now you can barely stand to look at each other.” Iris asked.

“Ask him. Let’s go, Barry. It’s worth a shot, I guess.” 

You squirmed uncomfortably in the S.T.A.R. Labs shirt that was too tight on you having only a smaller sized shirt laying around and you did not want to ruin your shirt that you were wearing but this was all they had. Barry had you stretch before doing this, wanting you to not hurt yourself and you obliged as long as he did it with you because you didn’t want to look dumb if others came in.

“You know, you could’ve just worn your tank top for this.” Barry lunged forward, stretching out his legs.

You rolled your eyes, “That tank top is the only one I have at the moment and I’ve barely had any time to go shopping. My tank top is my number one piece of material that is something I don’t want gone right now.”

Barry laughed, sitting up right and shaking his head bringing you to giggle a little as well but it quickly went away when you saw Cisco enter. He didn’t say anything, just stood in the entryway observing and you felt uncomfortable with his eyes directed at you. Was he regretting what he said last night? 

“Ready?” you gave him a slight nod. Barry laid his hand on your shoulder and what everyone thought would happen didn’t. You felt your body fly through the air twist and turn before coming into contact with the wall causing blackness to take over you. 

~

"Hey, is she okay?" Barry asked as he came into the room you were in getting assistance from Caitlin. Everyone was alerted when you went flying into the wall from Barry's powers and Caitlin got you into the room fast to take a look at the damage. 

Caitlin nodded, "She should be fine. She may wake up with a mild headache but she should be waking up any time." 

"I don't know what happened, Cait. One minute she was next to me and the next, she was on the floor after hitting the wall. It's like-"

"Lightning versus lightning? I took a blood sample from Y/N and started looking into it. Barry, she has traces of dark matter in her system." Barry pushed himself off the wall unconsciously and stared at her with wide eyes, clearly astounded by the news he received. "I don't know how or why they're just now showing but she's definitely something. Earlier when she snapped at Cisco, her eyes turned a different color, a darker abnormal blue. It was barely noticeable but I caught it."

"Do you think she knows?"

"No, she would've told us."

A groan caught their attention on the topic and they turned their head to look at you who was squinting from the light. Your head throbbed in the center of your forehead and you felt an ache all over your body. All you remember was Barry and you stretching and you blacked out. Caitlin came into view with a gentle smile and a 'welcome back' escaping her lips. 

"What happened?" you questioned, sitting up steadily not wanting to make your head hurt worse from sitting up too fast. You noticed the IV in your arm, letting a liquid into your body and you almost straight away ripped it out from your skin. 

Caitlin winced for you at the sudden action, "Erm, Barry and you were about to begin training but Barry's powers harmed you. Y/N, you have traces of dark matter in your system. Your powers were defensive and fought against Barry's causing you to be thrown into the wall." 

You were taken aback by this and shook your head, completely in denial. "No, no, Caitlin. There must be some  kind of mistake. I can't have powers. I-I'm a nobody. I'm-oh my god, my mom. My mom tried to tell me." 

"Wait, you knew?" Barry asked. 

"Before the particle accelerator exploded, I visited my mom in rehab. She had just been put in there, coming off of heavy drugs and she kept telling me, 'Something bad is going to happen, Y/N. I can feel it.' I kept telling her this was the drugs talking. She continued, dismissing what I said, 'Y/N, it's about time you knew about your powers. About what you are capable of' I told her she was crazy and I left. I haven't seen her since." you let your eyes flutter closed and inhaled deeply. "She was a drug addict and that was her 6th time being there. I was done and I told her I didn't want to see her again. I was so dead set on not believing her, I pushed it in the back of my mind and I forgot about it." 

"So you knew about your powers and didn't think to tell anyone? At all?" Cisco made an appearance from the Cortex, undoubtedly furious about this and he made sure you knew as he raised his voice mid way through his sentence. You flinched from the loud noise.

"Cisco-" Caitlin started but she was cut off swiftly as he ignored her.

"I can't believe you. I can't believe this at all. You turned into something, I don't even know. You're not my best friend." 

"I used to be until you made me fall in love with you. I used to be before neither of us let our lustful selves get the best of us. We used to before you dated Cynthia and left me! You left me, Cisco. " your eyes began to flash a blue that had a shine to it and a spark came from your fingertips. You couldn't hold it in any longer, there was so much anger inside you that you couldn't contain. "I'm so tired of being a second choice to you. You confessed your love to me and then poof! You were gone just like that. Why? You were scared. Cynthia didn't find out from me, she found out from you. You told her because you felt compelled to. You knew coming clean could have shown her how much you cared about her and she would come back!" 

"Y/N, wait, stop!" the electricity coursing through your veins let a lightning struck near Caitlin causing Barry to panic and ran with Caitlin and Cisco far from the lab. Your powers got the best of you and you felt it take over. It was easy and simple, it was so powerful not to pass it up. You let it take your hand and show you a way through, it felt as if these powers created a different side of you. This is what your mother was talking about. The dark matter from the particle accelerator changed your cells, it duplicated them and created another side of you. It was coming out and you felt the anger coming from it. 

You let it take over and it all went black. 

[bts-fantasy]

Work Colleagues

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Isn‘t it funny how out of millions and billions of people on this planet there‘s only one that‘s meant for you?

Isn‘t it funny how after all the struggles and disorientations both of your paths cross eventually?

Sometimes you know it right away but sometimes it takes years and years to finally realize what you‘ve been missing out on. Either way, it‘s a beautiful, beautiful journey that everyone should experience one day, right?

Yoongi was a journey like that. He was the first one that caught your attention when you started at your new workplace. His adorable smile made you feel welcome and his voice had the ability to calm every storm you thought. You knew instantly that you wanted to be his friend. The more you got to know him the more you grew to adore him. Maybe it was the way he was all shy and quiet next to you or maybe the way his eyes lit up whenever you looked at him or how you could see his rosy gums whenever he smiled brightly at you. You never put too much thought into it you and just enjoyed his company even if it was just a work acquaintance.

That was until you slowly started noticing the change in your heart. How it suddenly started fluttering when he flashed a smile at you or how it raced whenever he said your name with his deep voice. Confusion about your feelings was taking over you whenever you were near him. Sweaty palms and a racing heart when his hands accidentally brushed against yours. What was he doing to you, you asked yourself every time you were lying on your bed at night without being able to sleep.

You never hung out with him alone so you were quite surprised when he asked you if you wanted to join him and his friends to the karaoke bar in town. When you met his friends you immediately got along with them. They were indeed a chaotic group someone always making the others laugh by doing something stupid or telling bad jokes. Yoongi was the quiet one most of the time watching his friends goofing around with a fond smile on his face and you knew that these guys were really special to him. However, they wouldn‘t let him sit in peace for too long and after a few protests he‘d join in as well to be just as chaotic as the rest of them. It was pleasing to watch him have fun with them but you couldn‘t stop the emptiness creeping into your heart. You wanted to be the reason behind that smile as well. At least once.

After a wild session in the karaoke bar, everyone was too exhausted to continue and you sat down to have some drinks. Hoseok, the one with the big contagious smile on his face almost all the time looked at you and then Yoongi with a questioning look. „Do you guys hang out a lot?“ Your eyes immediately turned to look at Yoongi sitting on the floor with his arms stretched out behind him propping him up. He looked at you with a small smile shaking his head slightly. „Uhm... no. This is the first time. We‘re just work colleagues.“

Hearing him say those words hurt for some reason but he was right, you were indeed just work colleagues and nothing more. Again you were confused about the strange feeling in your chest. Taehyung, the one with the cute smile used the silence to share his thoughts with the group. „So you guys aren‘t that close?“ Again you and Yoongi exchanged a look with flushed cheeks and this time it was your turn to shake your head. Taehyung raised his eyebrows as if he was thinking hard about the situation you and Yoongi were in. „Hey, it‘s not even that bad that you‘re not friends yet... that means neither of you is in the friend zone!“, he started clapping excitedly and Jimin just smiled endearingly up at his best friend whispering something that made him close his mouth immediately.

But then everyone‘s eyes were on you and Yoongi, the silence was awkward and you knew what Taehyung was trying to hint on. „Uhm... I...“, you were lost for words and decided to just keep quiet and shake your head. No.

But your mind was already far gone thinking about Yoongi and his adorable eyes turning into little crescents whenever he smiled. You wondered how it would feel like to have your fingers intertwined or to have his lips against yours. Yoongi leaned forward his big eyes that were suddenly not so tired anymore were fixed on you. You could tell that he was uncomfortable as well in this situation and you smiled at him apologetically hoping things wouldn‘t get awkward between the two of you from now on. You‘d still have to see each other at work every day and you didn‘t want it to get awkward between the two of you.

Namjoon, the reasonable one of the group cleared his throat sensing the awkwardness and tried to change the subject. „So how about-“, he couldn‘t even finish his sentence when suddenly your phone started ringing in your pocket. Seeing the name on your screen your eyes widened in shock causing Yoongi to stand up immediately to be beside you. „Is everything alright Y/N? Did something happen?“ You liked the worried tone in his voice it showed that he really cared about you even if you weren‘t that close. „I have to go! I‘m so sorry guys. I really had a great time with you all, thank you!“ You had to ignore the youngest ones pouty face with a sad smile when you said goodbye to everyone.

Yoongi was the only one who accompanied you outside. „I totally forgot I was supposed to meet my family for dinner tonight!“ You groaned scolding yourself in your mind. Yoongi looked down at his watch and then grabbed your hand leading you to his car. „Get in. I‘ll drive you home.“ He didn‘t want to listen to your protests so you eventually gave in sitting in the passenger‘s seat next to him. After a few minutes, he parked outside of your house where your family was already waiting for you impatiently. You turned to Yoongi who was already looking over to you. „Thanks for the ride Yoongi. I owe you.“ But before you could get to your front door your mom already came rushing outside. „Y/N, we‘ve been waiting for you and your dad is getting- oh! You brought your boyfriend with you?“ You could hear the car door shut behind you and suddenly Yoongi was standing next to you with a huge grin on his face.

„Mom! He‘s not my-“, you hissed but were cut off by him. „Good evening Mrs. Y/L/N! Nice to meet you.“ He stretched his hand and your mom took it with a nod. „Handsome and polite. I already like you...“

„-boyfriend.“

„Min Yoongi“, he introduced himself. You were watching the scene in front of you with your mouth agape. Was this really happening right now?

One thing led to another and Yoongi was sitting at your dinner table discussing politics with your dad while your mom kept on grinning and wiggling her eyebrows at you. You just wanted to disappear or run into your room and never come out again.

However, seeing him get along with your family that well made you feel warm inside and watching him play with your little brother made your heart flutter.

The night was long and tiring and your parents were set on making him stay for the night.

„Y/N go give him this blanket“, she said and the grin already said more than a thousand words. Was she really trying to play cupid here? You sighed taking the blanket to the guestroom where Yoongi was curled into a tiny ball on the bed. Only then you noticed how tired you actually were from the eventful day and you wished to just lay beside him on the bed. Shaking off the thoughts you cleared your throat to announce your presence while still standing at the door.

He sat up immediately throwing his phone on the bed carelessly to give you his full attention. „Y/N... come in.“ He was nervous and you could tell that easily by the way his eyes were fixed on his hands that were fiddling with his clothes. You put the blanket your mom gave down on the bed and searched for the right words to say to him.

„I‘m sorry.“

„I‘m sorry.“

„What-“

„What-“

You both chuckled after saying the same words at the same time. „Why are you sorry?“, you asked him curiously. „I‘m sorry that I just popped into your family night. I know it must be awkward for you to have me here...“

He was right, it was awkward for you but at some point, during the evening you forgot he was just a work colleague and felt like he had always been there with you. You were actually happy to have him around and you knew your family thought so as well.

„Don‘t worry about it. I don‘t mind having you here and I think my family wouldn‘t even mind if you moved in already“, you smiled warmly at him. „And what were you sorry for?“, he asked you leaning back on the mattress seemingly relaxed. „Uhm... I wanted to apologize for my family. I know they can be...“, you trailed off and Yoongi patted next to him on the bed so you wouldn‘t have to stand any longer. After sitting down you continued. „I‘m sorry if it was uncomfortable-“, but he didn‘t even let you finish your sentence. „Y/N, your family is so lovely!“ He said and you were taken aback by his statement.

„Oh...“ Your heart fluttered once again and being so close to him didn‘t help you either. You were nervously shifting on the mattress looking anywhere but in his eyes.

Usually, you’d always know the right words to say but next to Yoongi your mind was so blank that you had a hard time talking normally.

Yoongi seemed to notice your struggle and smirked. „Y/N, you‘re always so quiet. I want you to talk to me. Tell me something...“, he whispered moving closer and closer sending shivers down your spine and your cheeks turn bright red.

You finally looked up to meet his eyes and saw the same fond smile you‘d seen earlier on his face. You were mesmerized by his beauty and wished you could stay like that forever.

Yoongi‘s face was now only a few inches away from yours his eyes never leaving yours.

„I... what do you want me to say, Yoongi?“

„That you like me as well.“

Masterlist

[hurr1can30m3l1a]

19 Nights

This is for @toevenexist - as requested a sequel to Without Her. Enjoy! 

She was home. She had come back to me and she was home. We still had our issues and still had a lot to talk about but at least she was home, with me.  She was home with me though it didn’t really feel as though she was there, it was like a ghost of Amelia was in the room. We still hadn’t talked about the baby situation fully and it was eating me up inside. The first week she was home was the hardest. We barely talked, she slept on her side of the bed and I slept on mine; there was so much space between us that we might as well have been in our own single beds. She was home but she wasn’t really home. She would sleep with her back to me, so close to the edge I was scared she would fall off. It didn’t feel like the Owen and Amelia we used to be, the Owen and Amelia I loved. We were walking on eggshells around each other. I slept better though knowing she was next to me, that at least was better than her not being here.

9th Night at home

“Owen, do we have any floss left in the house?” she asked, poking her head out of our en suite

“It’s just…”

“You can’t sleep without it I know” I interrupted her quietly

“I’m not sure, hop in the shower and I’ll have a look round the house for you” I carried on, she smiled gently and her head disappeared into the bathroom again, accompanied by the sound of the shower turning on. I knew we didn’t have any floss in the house, we hadn’t had any since she had left. So that left me with one option. I quietly snuck out of the house and drove off to the nearest gas station, knowing I had a 20-minute window. I bought the biggest multi-pack they had, it surely would last her a while. As I stepped back into the house and quietly shut the door behind me I heard the shower turn off. I quickly made my way into our room, I took one packet out of the bag ready to hand to her and without thinking stuffed the bag with the rest into the nearest draw.

“I found some in a cabinet draw for you, Mia” I called out knocking on the bathroom door. She opened it, wrapped in a very fluffy towel, her wet hair framing her face; how could still be that beautiful soaking wet?! As I handed her the box our fingers brushed together and I couldn’t help but noticed she was blushing; feeling too awkward to do anything, I excused myself and got ready for bed while she finished up in the en suite. That was the first night she fell asleep facing me. Progress, no matter how slow, is progress.

18th Night at home

We had been settling back into a routine: we ate, watched TV, brushed our teeth, left for work and cooked together. It wasn’t back to normal but it was all definitely progress. Each night she slowly edged closer and closer to me in bed. I kept a polite distance and I had made it very clear I was going to give her space and let her come back to me. We still had to talk about the baby situation though, that seemed to have been put on pause indefinitely. It needed to be resolved. That night as I got into bed I noticed to she was looking through different draws looking for something, what I don’t know. I decided to let her get on with it and not interfere, so I picked up my book and allowed myself to get lost in the pages. Suddenly my concentration was ripped away from the pages of my book,

“Owen what is this?” she asked a confused look taking over her face, as I sat up to peer over the edge of the bed I noticed she had in her hand the bag of floss I had shoved in a draw and forgotten about, what I hadn’t realised at the time was that that draw just so happened to be the draw of her nightstand,

“Ummm it’s a bag of floss” I said, very matter of fact

“I can see that” she quipped

“but what I don’t understand is why it’s in a gas station bag and stuffed into my draw” all I could so was stare at her

“Owen?” she questioned, I gulped and opened my mouth to talk, picking my words very carefully

“Well remember the other week when you couldn’t find floss and said I’d look for you? Well I knew we didn’t have any in the house so, while you were in the shower, I drove to the gas station to pick some up for you; as I didn’t want to make a big deal about it I just shoved it in a draw, though now I realise which draw”

“Why did you do that?”

“Well I didn’t want a big bag of floss lying around the place…”

“That’s not what I meant! Why did you drive to the gas station in the middle of the night to buy me what looks like 15 boxes of floss?!”

“Because you can’t sleep without floss Mia”

“But why did you…” she began

“Because I love you” I snapped beginning to get frustrated at her interrogating of my actions. She looked at me shocked, as if I had just told her I had punched someone. Without saying anything she stood up, walked around the bed to my side

“Look at me Owen” she commanded, I swung my legs off the bed and sat up looking at her, she took a step closer to me so she was standing between my knees and rested her hands on my shoulders. My heart was beating so fast I didn’t know what to do, this was the closest she had come to me since coming home. As she lowered her head closed to mine she whispered

“I love you too, so much. What did I ever do to deserve you Owen Hunt?” and then she kissed me. Taken aback by her actions I broke the kiss and looked at her, suddenly I wasn’t confused anymore, my hand found its way into her hair pulling her lips to mine again. All of a sudden she was straddling me and her hands were pulling at the hem of my pyjama trousers. Every kiss and every movement from then on was so natural I barely had to think about it. We were finally back to the Owen and Amelia I knew and loved. That was the first night we slept with her head against my chest and my arms wrapped around her. It was the best nights sleep I had had in months.

19th Night at home

We had been a little awkward around each other during the day, neither really knowing how to breach the subject of what had happened the night before. As I lay there I bed, in the dark I found myself speaking before my mind even had time to catch up to and analysed what I was saying

“Mia why did you say you did want kids and then say you didn’t? What am I missing here? Because I want us and I’m trying to understand I really am but I need a little help…”

Silence fell over the room for what felt like an eternity, my brain was yelling at me for speaking without thinking, why had I spoken? Why did I think now was the right time to approach the subject that almost ended our marriage in the first place?

“Owen, do you remember when I told you that my baby lived for 43 minutes? Well that wasn’t the whole story. My baby, my baby boy, was the reason I stayed sober. I found out I was pregnant with him after I came out of rehab after Ryan had died, he was Ryan’s son. I was too far along to do anything, but I would never have terminated, I could never abort my child. But it wasn’t that simple. When I went to get a check up with Addie the ultrasound revealed that he was anencephalic, he had no brain. I am a damn neuro surgeon and my baby had no brain – God really has a sense of humour. But as I said back then there is no God, as no God would do that. So I decided to carry him to term, he was my Unicorn Baby. He donated all of his organs and saved so many other babies. He was magical. I got to hold him, but when they took him away from me my heart broke. My soul shattered. I died inside. I could never do that again Owen, I cannot loose another child; I would not survive. What if I only make anencephalic babies? What if that is all my body is wired to do? I could never knowingly put you trough that much pain, you want a baby so bad I just couldn’t do that to you” I could hear her voice breaking and I knew she was crying, but I couldn’t move I was frozen

“I love you too much to put you through that Owen. Your heart broke when the first test was negative, I can’t imagine what an anencephalic baby would do to you. I could never do that to you…”

“Amelia you would never do anything to me. Remember when I asked you if you had people? I am your people; I am your person. Why didn’t you tell me?! I don’t care if you can’t have a healthy baby, I won’t love you any less. We could adopt of hire a surrogate. I just want you, and if you want a family, whichever form that comes in, then great; but if not, all I want is you. You are the love of my life, I am not going anywhere” as I spoke I wrapped my arms around her, and her tears had slowly begun to dampen my t-shirt.

“I want babies, Owen I want hundreds of babies, I want your babies. I’m just terrified so I need time, I will get there I just need time. Because I love you, I love you so much.” She continued to sob as she spoke, but at least we were talking about it. As I lay back, still holding her I ran my fingers up and down her back and just held her. That was the night I knew we were going to be ok. That was the first night she slept as the little spoon to my big spoon. I had my person back. I had forgotten how well her tiny frame moulded against mine, she was back, we were back to being us. Owen and Amelia. That was the first night in months I knew that if either of us woke up in the middle of the night terrified, of well, ourselves that we would be ok. The other was there. She was there for me and I was there for her. So for the first time in months I slept with my wife’s back pressed against my chest, my arm wrapped around her waist, her fingers intertwined with mine; I finally slept like I was meant to, protecting the love of my life.