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peejsocks · 2 years

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any chance of bam smut? like real filthy

(you’re good <3)

a/n: hopefully this is to your liking. i'm not sure what it is tho lol i'm still trying to get the hang of smut. sorry it's so long.

disclaimers/tags: nsfw. nsfk. i did not proofread this i'm so sorry if it sucks

heavily inspired by this:

Suffice to say dating Bam was not a walk in the park. Nothing about your relationship is bad, per say, it's just that you happen to be very prone to stressing out. Often referred to by friends as the personification of the aforementioned emotion

Being a straight A student throughout your whole life and refusing to let that one personality trait go is probably the root of your issue. Getting close to someone who is your opposite in that regard seemed like a terrific solution, another half to ease your worries and prevent your forehead from getting wrinkled too early. The only problem is you chose the most chaotic other half in the entire town. Worse, even, is that you fell in love hopelessly. So you are stuck in this mess now.

You're home from college for the weekend to house sit for your parents as they travel for their anniversary. Picking you up at the bus station, your boyfriend noticed the chewed cuticles and reddened skin, a manifestation of your anxiety for finals. If he didn't catch onto that, there was no way he could've missed the notes and calculations scribbled on a loose notebook page your eyes continued darting over during the drive.

"If you don't look at me right now I’m eating that piece of paper, I am not fucking joking."

One hand on the wheel, his other one hangs beside his temple, elbow leaning on the open window. Blue irises are side-eyeing you hard, curls kept away from them by a black snapback he knew you hated.

Taking advantage of the red light, you grab his face and peck his lips. "Sorry. Hi."

"Much better. Now, my mom went a little overboard because she misses you, so I hope you're hungry enough to eat for a whole generation of Margeras."

You should have seen an ambush coming.

Back in your house after lunch, instead of finding your parents packing the car, you're met with Rake, Dico, Raab and Ryan setting up the place for a party. Bam promises it's for your own good.

Having daily phone calls as evidence of how much time you had already put into studying, it's hard to argue against his suggestion of a break. He wins you over after clarifying you have a few hours to revise and get ready before people start arriving, and the guys will take care of everything.

It's half past six when the first group of guests barge through the door. Who the fuck goes to a party this early?

Before you know it, the inside of your bedroom feels like the bathroom of a nightclub, barely keeping out all the noise of voices and loud music. And instead of having fun, you're hunched over your laptop crying because you can't make sense of this one exercise you're sure you know how to solve because you've done it a million times before.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?"

Wiping your tears before he could see them, Bam offers you the unopened beer in his hand. "Sorry, lost track of time, I'll get in the shower right now."

"Alright, see you downstairs."

He leaves and you hope the hot water will break you out of the stress.

Getting dressed, you noticed Bam left the beer next to your laptop, so you chug it. It's still cold, refreshing against the condensation wafting through your room. The papers on top of the closed notebook beg you to be picked up, but your eyes are trained on the mirror. Deep breath in. Nothing to worry about.

Your own shoes feel weird, you're not sure whether your makeup is too much or not enough and the people leaning on the rail of the stairs are unrecognizable. To be fair, it's not like you were having that much fun in your room either.

Trying to relax, some familiar faces keep you company in the kitchen, pulling you into their game of truth or dare. Dico is the happy evil trickster to hand you a mix of pineapple schnapps with redbull and half a bottle of sriracha. Claiming you're gonna be sick is your escape route.

Quickly disappearing into the crowd, the small amount of alcohol hasn't freed you from worrying, checking every surface for stains and every fragile piece of memorabilia for cracks. A knot forms in your chest every time you try to forget about your exams, that second long flash of cue cards prompting a wince similar to a wounded animal.

Bam would know what to do.

The backyard is about the last place to look for him. Stepping into the chilly night, the wind makes your dress cling to your body. Raab and Dunn spot you first, lifting their cups to you and smiling big, a gesture you reciprocate and begin striding towards them.

Feeling lighter doesn't last long, because on the other side of the pool, your boyfriend is sitting on one of the stretchers with his ex-girlfriend glued to his ear.

It could be innocent. If it wasn't her, or the hand on his leg, or how casual it looked. Any hope of a carefree night is ripped away from your grasp, and rolling your eyes, you finish the walk to your friends just to steal whatever they were drinking and downing it.

"Oh, that's not good."

Ignoring Raab's obvious statement and returning inside, you should have predicted having to take on the role of bitter host. Your infallible idea is to turn off the power and climb on top of a couch to announce the party is over because your parents forgot to pay the electricity bill, and anyone who remained would have to chime in with their own money. Oh, and the beer would get warm out of the fridge, of course.

Your performance as the empathetic life of the party who is sorely disappointed that the night is ending is not at all convincing.

Finding Dico in the dark, you kiss him on the cheek. "You got this, right?"

A thumbs up is shoved in your face, laughing at the spark in his eyes when given a task. "Sure thing, M'lady!"

The boy enthusiastically shoos the crowd outside, promising to arrange a second location, while you climb up the stairs without so much as glancing to see if anybody's following you.

Back in your room, it feels relieving to pull your hair up and clean your face, the first instance of self-care all day.

Bam finds you sitting cross-legged in front of the mirror, spreading moisturizer over your skin.

"What happened?" He sounds less drunk than you would have expected. Carelessly explaining you didn’t feel good is not sufficient. "You didn't even tell me anything."

"You seemed busy." Shrugging, the real words choke on your throat. Still, you don't look at him, focused on untying your shoes. "I'm gonna jump in bed, but you can follow the guys if you want to. Just call me tomorrow."

"No, c'mon, what's wrong?" He pushes your hair onto your back, but you brush the movement off, annoyed. "Everyone left, I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm sure your ex is waiting in the bushes outside, you can still catch up." He scoffs and you sigh. "I need to sleep, that's all I want to do. We'll talk tomorrow, alright?"

Even irritated, you take his offered hand to stand up. Before you can fully turn your back to him and walk into the bathroom, you're being pushed against the closet doors.

"Don't tell me you shut down a party over jealousy. Did you?"

"Are you seriously trying to be sexy right now? While I'm mad? How many concussions have you had, dude."

Bam's hands put more pressure on your hips and his face inches closer to yours. This is not the time to let hormones overtake you.

"Well, you could have pushed her hand away, you didn't. You could have gotten up, you didn't. You could have not invited her, you did. So, yes, fuck you for that."

"If you looked for more than thirty seconds, which you clearly didn't, you would know I did. The only part I didn't do was invite her, I'm not that dumb. She just showed up with some other friends."

Having the roles reversed and being in the wrong is the hardest part for you. How was Bam more level-headed than you right now?

"Well, get a restraining order next time, I don't know." God, you are losing it. Every thought feels scrambled and way too hard to conclude, so you're saying whatever comes to mind.

Tired, you shake your head and try to move out of his grasp, but Bam's lips catch yours delicately.

His hands are bunching up the skirt of your dress discreetly when he speaks. "I think what you need is to take it easy."

"I doubt you can help me with that. In case you haven't caught up, you have been stressing me out all day."

There's a more serious look in his face now, apologetic. You almost feel bad. "Let me make up for it, then. Please."

"Bam, really, I don't-" His mouth crashes into yours again, harsher now. Tongue desperate to meet yours, he succeeds in turning your legs wobbly. Some could call that “taking it easy”..

Breaking off but noses grazing, you can feel his shaky breaths before ring-clad fingers start running up your leg under your clothes.

“Tell me to stop.” It’s a challenge. He knows you won’t. Especially when his hands are forcefully gripping the extra bit of skin on the inside of your thighs.

The painful pressure takes your mind off of your troubles. Maybe your boyfriend knows how to help after all. You won’t give him the satisfaction, however.

“Is this your apology?” Digging manicured nails into his shoulders is your way to warn him you’re putting up a fight. A little one.

“Are you gonna tell me it isn’t working?” His palms slide dangerously close to your underwear and his nose is breathing heat into your neck. It’s heaven and hell.

“You can’t win a fight with sex.” He could. You’d let that happen.

“That’s not-“ Bam lets out a frustrated groan, biting your ear in the process. “I’m just trying to make my girlfriend feel better.”

There’s no petty comeback, you know he means it. For a second, your heart skips a couple beats.

It’s incredible how after all this time, his teenager antics still get you hot and bothered.

Gentler, buttery cold lips soak the skin of your chest, nibbling around the straps of the black dress.

“You know I love you, don’t you?”

That simple. You melt into him, weeping on the inside over how good it feels to give in.

Big, surprisingly soft, hands lift up your dress to reveal your underwear. Bam rubs you over the thick fabric, sincere smile teasing his lips as soon as your legs adjust to his touch.

“See? Why make things so hard on yourself?”

Careful fingers pull your clothes all the way up, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

Before you can feel cold, your boyfriend closes the distance between your bodies. Holding your hair in his hand, kisses trail up your neck as he whispers.

“So beautiful, so smart, so dedicated.” He guides you towards the spacious bed. “You think no one sees it. I do.”

Layed on your back, Bam’s words are hypnotic, taming the fire inside but not putting it out just yet.

Getting on his knees, he makes a point to toss his snapback far away, allowing the dark locks to bounce freely. He knows you so well.

“Just…” Tongue sucking on your hip bone after attacking it with his teeth. Voice shuddering through you. “Relax.”

For someone aiming to project calmness, Bam’s hunger to get to your cunt is dizzying, wasting no time with removing any piece of cloth. Just pushing it to the side while tongue-fucking you.

He actually pulls it down to allow his fingers access, the noise of metal clinking on the floor when he takes off his rings.

“Hey, babe.” Curls jiggle when his head shoots up, tip of the tongue still stuck on you. “It’s working.”

That sharp smile, wicked, matches yours.

Passion is what comes through when his mouth returns to its full job, absurd noises filling your once innocent childhood bedroom.

It’s a source of pride, how good he is at eating pussy, since you were the one giving him instructions for the first year of your relationship. Of course he doesn’t appreciate being told what to do and wanted to get it right so he could start adventuring on his own. The rewards are extremely gratifying.

Bam’s fingers curl, hitting the most important spot. That along with the commitment to sucking on your clit is driving you crazy. You try to moan, but your mouth is so dry and the muscles in your abdomen are tightening too hard for anything to come out.

That’s when he stops.

“I thought you were supposed to be helping me.”

His tongue pops out to lick the juices covering the surroundings of his lips. Fuck, he looks so pretty.

“That’s the plan.”

Standing up to unbuckle his pants, you volunteer to rip his shirt off, stealing a kiss on the way.

All the stressed energy consuming you is transferring to your hands scratching his back and pulling his hair until he grunts. He makes fun of you.

“Let it all out, tiger. I am your vessel.”

It dawns on you, this is your boyfriend giving himself to you, to your frustration. To be used and abused as you wished.

In the flurry of thoughts, you bite his lip, but he seems to enjoy it.

Needy, you squeeze his ass to lock his crotch with yours, begging silently for more.

“Relax.”

Bam kisses you slower, tricking you into a false sense of tranquility before slipping his hard dick in you. This time, you moan, loud.

“Fuck, Bammy, I-” His hand covers your mouth, as to say, not right now.

Tongue sticking out between gritted teeth, your boyfriend slides further just to test his range before slowly pulling out again, swollen head teasing your entrance. You can see the slick juices leaking down to your sheets.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you see double tonight, baby.”

When he slides back in, another leisurely stroke, it’s beyond your control. Biting on the fingers still closed around your lips does nothing but encourage a faster rhythm.

Bam angles your legs farther, pressing under your thighs to position them flush to his hips. Wide open.

At this point, he’s giving it to you so hard your body is nearly hanging upside down off the end of your bed, the bedframe hitting against the chipped baby blue wall.

Your whimpers are embarrassingly high pitched, his sweat mixing with yours where your chests are bumping.

Looking up, the vision is magnificent. Bam’s jaw is hung, mouth open for a moan that won’t come out. His hair is all over the place. The tattoos across his body change shape under the erratic movements.

Moving his hips, he breaches your limit, stroking an area so sensitive you can feel the veins in his cock pulsing.

Everything feels small and too big at the same time, unbearable heat pressing down on your body, buzzing in your ears. For all you know, the walls in the room could be shrinking.

Your eyes catch the heartagram pounding against your trimmed hairs before rolling to the back of your head, overwhelmed.

Crumbling on top of you, the rings still on Bam’s left hand dent the skin barely protecting your bones when he hugs your hips. Bracelets pinching your leg hair.

His incomprehensible moan echoes through the walls like he had waited years for such a satisfying release. Muffled by the hand still obstructing your mouth, basking in the sound of Bam cumming so unashamed is enough to untie the knot in your stomach and ignite your own climax, arching your back and forcing your stomach onto his, which is still moving in and out as he pants.

You can feel his jaw is still dislocated, chin punching into your shoulder as the two of you attempt to catch your breath. Wet curls stick to his forehead, and you smile in bliss.

“Much better, huh?” In two quick steps, Bam is up and pulling you with him, easily throwing you across his shoulder and walking into the bathroom for a shower. “You should just admit I’m always right.”

#bam margera x reader #bam margera #jackass #jackass fanfic

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yoontoonzzz · 5 months

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seventeen fics

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short fics (<5k words)

⟡ Fall for it - hanniedream (f, smau)

Characters: Yoon Jeonghan x Reader Genre: Smau, Fluff? Warnings:Jeonghan is a simp. Synopsis: Jeonghan plots and schemes to get your attention.

⟡ AH! LOVE | YOON JEONGHAN - horangboosadan (f, smau)

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader genre: one shot smau, fluff, 5+1, technically not secret relationship synopsis: by accident, you get added to a group chat where people are trying to find out whether jeonghan is in a relationship. five times they see you together and speculate, none the wiser you're in the group chat or whether you are dating or just really good friends.

⟡ I think he knows pt1 pt2 pt3 - (smau)

pairing: jeonghan x fem!reader genre: smau, non idol! au, ceo!au synopsis: y/n can't seem to catch a break as she works for the devil's spawn himself. just a collection of in(ac)cidents which leads to their gradual confession.

⟡ untitled - wqnwoos (f)

pair: jeonghan x reader “hannie?” “hi, my love,” jeonghan greets you sweetly, leaning back in his seat and cradling the phone to his ear. “everything okay?”

⟡ 08:25pm - wheeboo (f)

PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, comfort, tiny bit suggestive, established relationship SYNOPSIS. in which your fiancé comes back home tired after a meeting.

⟡ it's a date - pile of words (f)

pairing: jeonghan x reader genre: fluff (i promise!!) summary: A text from your best friend telling you that your boyfriend was in the hospital was definitely not what you wanted to see when you woke up at three in the morning.

⟡ [2:46] - gyuswhore (f)

pair: jeonghan x reader "Somebody's throwing rocks at Jeonghan's window, and he's not enjoying it too much."

⟡ to you - shuahoonie (f)

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan (svt) x female!reader summary: to avoid another blind date, you ask jeonghan to be your pretend boyfriend to get your mom off your back. the kicker? jeonghan secretly enjoys being your pretend boyfriend.

⟡ college besties!jihan - suhnshinehaos (f)

pairing : joshua + jeonghan x gn!reader genre/s : university au, fluff

⟡ 彡 as long as you're here, i can endure it. - seuonji (f, a)

—office worker au! desk neighbour jeonghan. notes ๑ gn!reader. oneshot. alt title: 9-5 jobs suck genre ๑ fluff to angst.

⟡ untitled - wqnwoos (f)

“what if crabs think that fish can fly?”

⟡ [2:00] - husbandhoshi (f)

“i don’t think this is a good idea.”

⟡ untitled - wqnwoos (f)

jeonghan can’t sleep, and it’s because he’s thinking about you. again.

⟡ [15:54] - gyu-effect (f)

PAIRING || Jeonghan x Female Reader GENRES || Fluff

⟡ untitled - rainbowhao (f, s)

the weight of you on his lap has jeonghan groaning into your ear, mumbling about how he can feel you pulsing against him.

⟡ take care of me anyway - fairyhaos (f)

jeonghan x gn!reader, 1.7k+ words tags: office worker!jeonghan not rlly relevant to the plot tho, sick fic, fluff, established relationship

⟡ breaking point | yjh - wongyuuu

pairing: jeonghan x fem!reader genre: angst summary: Jeonghan was never one to lose his patience with people, least of all you. But one day a fight gets out of control and it leaves you wondering if your relationship has come to an end.

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long fics (>5k words)

⟡ my guardian demon sucks at his job (not clickbait) - shuaflix (f, a, s) ❤︎‬

PAIRING ▸ demon!yoon jeonghan x fem!reader GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, humor, angst, supernatural, demon au SUMMARY ▸ just when you thought your luck couldn't get any worse, you accidentally manage to summon an ancient demon prince named jeonghan out of a scrap of paper from your statistics textbook. now, you're tasked with figuring out how to return your so-called "guardian demon" back to where he came from before he can stir up more trouble.

⟡ of rainy nights and roses - chenfleur (f, a)

PAIRING. jeonghan x y/n ft soonyoung x oc GENRE. angst, fluff, jeonghan is an asshole like bro is MEAN SUMMARY. In the heat of the moment, Jeonghan grows careless with his words. Now, he has to bear the weight of saying things he didn't mean.

⟡ daisies - viastros (f, a)

ミ★ pairings: jeonghan x female reader ミ★ genre: angst, some fluff, some spice ミ★ synopsis: the best type of revenge is to hurt the person that means the most to them. aka, in which jeonghan is in charge of making you fall in love with him, just to break your heart.

⟡ lucky girl - horangare

pairing : model!jeonghan x fem!reader content : smut (mdni), angst, fluff, fake dating, unrequited (but not rlly) love, friends to strangers to lovers in which : jeonghan has no interest in a relationship, however it seems that everyone else is sticking their nose into his nonexistent love life. you’ve been in love with him for as long as you can remember, but that was ages ago. he shouldn’t remember someone like you, but he does. and he wants you to be his girlfriend (just for a little while though, right?)

⟡ — ode to you ⟢ - lovelyhan

★ FEATURING; jeonghan x gn!reader ★ TAGS; reincarnation, multiple lives, pining, angst, suggestive scenes but no smut, sooo many tropes if there's one thing you've learned from all the lives you've spent together, it's that jeonghan isn't always someone you'll end up wanting. he can be crass. he can be secretive. he can be nothing short of vexing. but in the end, he's everything you need him to be. or: 25 lives in which you find and don't find jeonghan.

⟡ How many times does it take to get smarter? | How many chances are too many chances? - veethefreeelf (f, a, s)

Summary 1: Jeonghan and you start a fwb relationship after years of being best friends. He only has two rules: no feelings and no kissing. Who’s going to break the rules first? Summary 2: It’s been 6 months since the night you and Jeonghan went your separate ways. You’re sure he has moved on and you… are working on moving on. Nothing can go wrong, right?

⟡ — inflection point ⟢ - lovelyhan (f, a, s) ❤︎

★ FEATURING; jeonghan x afab!reader x seungcheol ★ TAGS; established polyamorous relationship, fluff, angst, smut (MINORS DNI!)

⟡ We Were Destined To Fall (But I'll Catch You) - twogyuu (a)

Pairing: Jeonghan x fem!reader, Seokmin x fem!reader Featuring: Seokjin, Joshua Synopsis: In which Yoon Jeonghan traded the fate of humanity for your love.

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⟡ mirror mirror - cheolism (s)

yoon jeonghan x reader tags: roleplaying, jealousy, mirror sex, (mentioned but not explored) secret relationship. door sex. consent n talking!!!!! aftercare summary: jeonghan asks to roleplay him being jealous and fucks you like the little desperate slut you are

⟡ call me by his name - sweetlemontart (s)

PAIRING // yoon jeonghan x fem!reader GENRE // explicit smut, established relationship, some fluff, mostly smut, sub!reader, jeonghan tries to be angry hard!dom but is actually a soft!dom cause he's too in love with mc, not much plot tbh mostly just smut summary ⇾ to you, one of jeonghan's most admirable trait is his candid nature. he's straightforward with most people—if he's angry, they'll definitely know. but with you? he'd rather swim the ocean day and night than take his anger out on you. well, that is, of course, unless you ask him to.

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pogueswrld · 2 years

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*•.¸♡midnight whispers♡¸.•*

pairing: college!peter parker x college!Muslim!reader

summary: reader is peter's partner living across the world── literally, and this is what it's like to date him.

warnings: mentions of guilt tripping, 'if one more thing gets thrown at me I will have a breakdown', patience testing, spiraling mental health, fear of parents, lame sex jokes, slight angst, mostly fluff tho.

note: no gender specific pronouns used!! this oc is very personal 🌚 BUT I tried to make them as relatable as possible for everyone <3 enjoy!!

gifs are not mine I couldn't choose a Peter to think of while writing this 👩‍🦯

Catching a breath seemed impossible today with the amount of housework your mom seemed to have piled up for you, it was one task after the other and you couldn't even sit down for a break.

Your arm was sore from the amount of scrubbing and wiping you've done, your back is sore from how long you've been standing around the house and kitchen, and you were in dire need for a shower. And a well deserved nap.

By the time you were done, it was already 10pm and you were starting to get anxious, it's 2pm in New York, which meant that Peter is on his way home from college. You usually text him to make sure he got home safely but only call him when it's past 6pm for him, that's when he usually finishes patrol and starts doing his homework.

Your directly younger sibling was the only one that knew about Peter being your boyfriend, but they didn't know the things you knew about him. Like the fact that he's spider-man, or that he's a year or so older than you.

You took a minute to sit and hold your phone in the kitchen where you were supposed to grab a cup of water, instead you scrolled through your phone and texted Peter if he's made it home yet.

As soon as you pressed send, your mom walked in and your heart accelerated, without taking your eyes off of her your fingers worked from memory to hide your conversation with Peter and press into another with your best friend, who also happen to be somewhere in New York.

You texted them a quick hello as your mom raised a suspicious eyebrow, you only hummed in question and when she shook her head, you dropped yours, knowing that if you pretended any longer she will catch on to you.

Having a boyfriend was one of the biggest 'no-no's you could ever have from your parents. They always warned you about talking to strangers online but that created the best friendships you've ever had. You no longer connect with the kids from your college and not having friends have made you lonely── and not the good kind fo lonely. Having an online social life was the only escape you could have from your reality.

"Can I see your phone?" your mom asked, demanded actually, but she managed to mask it up as a request. "Why?" you asked, a slight whimper in your tone and you curse yourself. She will definitely be taking it now. "Just because, hand it over."

You knew that arguing will get you nowhere, and she might take it for longer than just a few hours, so with a silent sigh you pass her the phone after locking it, and she hides a smirk before walking out.

Privacy wasn't a thing anymore, you believe, every time you do the tiniest of things it has to mean you've done a scandal that will bring shame to the rest of your family, when truly it's just a skipped video or a text from a friend. You've grown scared to talk about certain topics with your non-Muslim friends in fear your parents (more likely your mom) to see those conversations and come up with her own wild assumption that you can't really defend yourself against because she's already made up her mind about you.

And it's so upsetting because you get to see your friends or these random people in your day-to-day life, and you get to hear about the amazing relationship that they have with their parent and it makes you so sad knowing that you can't have that. That you won't ever have that because sharing the simplest of details from your life with her will lead to a lecture and an argument and a long road of guilt trip that you're not ready to go down on, so you just keep your mouth shut and smile. It's how things are, it's how they always will be.

By midnight, you ask for your phone back from your dad. He's the only one who remotely listens to you and treats you like an adult; unlike your mom who's still thinks of you as a 16 years old child. "I have an online lecture at 10 tomorrow morning, you both will be at work, how am I supposed to attend?" was your excuse, and you weren't exactly lying.

Your dad sent you an exaggerated look tied to a tired sigh before disappearing into his room and coming back out a few minutes later with your phone in hand. He handed it over but kept a grip on it when you grabbed it, "you're a grown person, you know what's right and what's wrong, so please don't do anything stupid."

You simply nodded, unable to meet his eyes as you shuffled back to the room you share with your siblings. It was moments like these did you fear that you'd feel regret for dating Peter. He was and always will be the only genuine decision you've made that made you truly happy, and as awful as it sounds, some time he was the only reason why you'd get out of bed everyday. He might not know it, but Peter was a huge part of your life.

And you prayed whenever you could that you could have him one day, that you could hold him in your arms and get to call him yours, because he was the only thing keeping you together when things seem so out of control that you just want to crawl under a rock and disappear.

Peter was your salvation, he was your sweet getaway and he understood you like no other. Because even though he knew this thing between the two of you is not going to last forever, he's grown to love you regardless, and he wasn't afraid nor shy when he told you.

You were on the phone with him that day, you'd stayed on the phone with him all night and even as you slept, which was a huge risk seeing as your parents could've easily walked in on you in the phone with him, but when you woke up and found him still there, awake and admiring you through the screen, a volcano of butterflies erupted in your stomach and goosebumps rose on your skin.

His wonderful 'I love you' was so random you thought he was joking, but he repeated it again and again, with more force behind it every time, as if he's forcing you to believe him. But you were already in love with him too, and as much as it terrified you and told you to stop and run, you didn't. You said it back with just as much emotions, but you cried as soon as you hung up.

You cannot choice him over your religion, so it was only a matter of time before you two separated, and the idea of the amount of pain you'll have to go through clenched your heart unbearably, and you'd spend hours of the night crying, and your pillow has become your best friend as it heard your cries and witnessed your heartbreak before it actually happened.

The longer you're with him the painful this will be, and you knew that, but you still couldn't bring yourself to stay away from him because you knew, no one will ever come close to him. No one will ever compare.

It wasn't until 3am did you call Peter, the clock had just rolled around 7pm for him and you were certain he was home. Your phone rang, over and over again until it didn't, you didn't dare make a sound until you've heard Peter shuffle on the other end.

"Pete?"

At the sound of your voice, the boy let out an agonizing moan and then there was a grunt, heavy breathing and some more groans.

You pursed your lips, "Peter I swear if you're jerking off right now-"

Peter's camera opened, and it showed him on his bed with a gushing wound across his chest. The gasp that escaped you was unannounced, and you slammed a hand against your mouth to keep quiet. Your whole family was asleep, the last thing you need right now is someone waking up to you chatting with Peter.

"What happened? What the hell happened?" you hiss. He was still in his spider suit and you assume he just got home. Peter winces as he slips off his suit slowly, trying not to disturb his wound any more and not cause himself any kind of extra pain. "Just a bad run in with a gang, nothing I couldn't handle." he groans again and you're left to wonder if he's right.

"how deep is that? It looks deep. But you're still bleeding red which is good. I think you should head to a hospital Peter, please."

He shakes his head, "Too many questions, I'm just gonna stitch myself up."

You stare at him unbelievably, "Your organs could have been impacted, dumbass. You can't stitch yourself up with potential internal bleeding! Please go to the hospital or something, please? You could die!" your urgency for him to react or do something didn't affect him, and it pissed you off.

"Or I'll just call Gwen, she'll know what to do."

You clench your jaw at her mention, "she's not a doctor, Parker."

You never held anything against Gwen. Except for the fact that she's your boyfriend's ex and that she knows he's spider-man and that she gets to see him and touch him and be with him while you can't.

"She knows some medical stuff, it's better than nothing, right?"

You want him safe, so you mutter out a response and let him call her, then he came back to your call and laid back on his bed. The phone was set up against his desk and you had a clear view of his body.

He looks tired, sweat beads across his body and his hair a mess, he keeps grimacing every time he breathes too deeply and his hands had turned to fists holding onto his sheets.

You wished there was a way you could help him, he seemed to be in so much pain and you could cry at how desperate you were to help him. It was moments like these you wished you were there with him, holding his hand and brushing out his hair, doing whatever you could to make his pain better.

But then the door knocked, and Gwen walked in and she gasped, the she got to work. He keeps talking to her, following her instructions, and she keeps cursing him for his recklessness, then she says something that renders you silent.

"What would y/n think of you like this?"

Peter scoffs, "they're right there," he points at the phone across from them and Gwen only now notices, "they told me to go to the hospital but I called you instead. I was gonna stitch myself up."

"thank God you didn't."

Thirty minutes later, and he was all stitched and cleaned up thanks to Gwen, she leaves him to get dressed and make him some soup to help him heal faster and he sits on his desk, his head resting on the wood as he keeps his eyes on you.

It was dark in your room, he can make out the outline of your head hiding beneath the blanket, he can make out the placement of your eyes, nose and lips and it causes a tiresome smile to spread across his lips. "You're beautiful." he states.

You roll your eyes, "You can barely see me."

"I don't need to see you to tell you you're pretty."

Your heart warms, and you can feel yourself heat up under his gaze. He never fails to make you flutter and flustered, just listening to him talk gets you through the worst of moods and it doesn't matter what time it is, you will stay up for days if it meant you can have a few minutes long conversation at the end of it all.

"how was your day?" you ask, prompting him to start talking. Peter likes to rant, and you've always been a good listener, you'd sit back and hear him go on for hours about his classes or this new tech he's trying out for his suit, or the criminals he's come across that day or whatever sassy comebacks he's made. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's something to get your mind off of your day.

He seems to notice your dimmed mood though, because he shakes his head and lays it on his arm. He looks seconds away from passing out. "I always talk about my day first, you should tell me about yours this time, please?"

He sounds so pretty saying please. "I didn't have the best of days to be honest, I worked a lot, didn't eat until midnight I think, mom took my phone a few hours ago but I have a lecture in..." you trail off to look at the time on the corner of your screen, "seven hours so dad gave it back."

Peter furrows his eyebrows, an adorable crease forms between them and a soft frown on his lips. "Seven hours? What time is it?"

"three in the morning." you knew you were about to get yelled at, but you didn't care.

"Three?! y/n, baby, go to sleep. You need it if you want to stay awake through your lecture."

"I want to talk to you though, we haven't talked properly in a while." you whine and he purses his lips just as Gwen walks into his room with a bowl of warm soup. He thanks her and she instructs him to drink his soup before leaving, something about catching up on work or something. You didn't really pay attention.

"I'll make you a deal, alright? You go to sleep right now, and I promise to call you first as soon as I can tomorrow, yeah?"

"but you have four lectures tomorrow." it was a suitable argument and Peter rolls his eyes. "I don't care! I promise I'll call you, just please get some rest? You need it."

There's no getting out of this one, because you knew if you continue whining against his wishes he'll hang up the phone a d you're going to spend the rest of your night going through your instagram explore page, so you groaned and got comfortable on your bed, head still hiding underneath the blankets to keep your ears warm from the cold AC.

"will you sleep on the phone with me?" you're not the one to suggest this usually, and it's the only thing Peter needs to know that you've had a really rough day. Your voice was small, scared you might be rejected, but he only beams up at you. "Happily, just let me finish this soup so Gwen doesn't murder me."

When your life spirals out of control, or when you feel overwhelmed, you know Peter was there. Even if he's not here physically, he's always with you. And no matter what happens, you know you could always falls back on him and he'll hold you up, because that's what you do for each other. You're each other's escape, each other's joy and happy dreams, even if you don't last forever.

These midnight whispers are more than enough for you to feel loved and wanted, and you didn't want to feel that by anyone if it wasn't Peter.

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First short story: A Simple Change pt 1

A/N: hey guys I thought I'd try a short story first just to give you guys a lil somethin' to see if you'd like to follow me haha, fluff is my life tho for real.... I love this type of stuff. Pls let me know if you want this to turn into something longer or if you're fine with it just being a short story. Y/N= your name and H/N= his name 🖤 I SUGGEST LISTENING TO THE SONG "CHANCES" BY THE THE BACKSTREET BOYS BEFORE, WHILE, OR AFTER YOU READ THIS, IT IS VERY !!!!. Although I wrote the story before I heard the song it's perfect. Ok enjoy~

Summary: She had no idea her perfect schedule would be thrown off course from the simple change of a song, an untied shoe lace and a little wind....neither did he for that matter, bus schedules and sleeping in don't mix...

Warnings: none unless fluff makes you combust then I suggest being careful 👀

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Her:

Comfortable. Yet, lonely. Those were the perfect words to describe her day so far. It all started off pretty nice. She had no idea her perfect schedule would be thrown off course from the simple change of a song, an untied shoe lace and a little wind....

She woke up at 8:00 this morning and had her usual routine:

Open eyes....check phone.....stay on phone longer than intended..... Use the restroom....Drink morning tea and eat blueberry muffin....brush teeth....attempt to brush hair.....fail.....wrestle hair into a ponytail....grab any old outfit (today it happened to be a white T-shirt tucked into a yellow skirt just above the knee, some knee high white socks and converse), grab her book bag and rush out the door. *Mustn't forget headphones!*

This all lead her to where she was now. Walking to the beat of one of her favorite songs playing through her headphones. There was just something about the fact that no one else could hear the song but her that she loved. She hummed along to The Backstreet Boy's newest song Chances, when she realized her shoe was untied. Bending down she quickly and lazily tied it up and continued walking...

🎶"Is it love? Is it fate? Where it leads, who can say, maybe you and I were meant to be.."🎶

That's when the wind started to pick up, the weather was perfect earlier, but now it seemed to wanna play as the leaves blew gently down the sidewalk. There weren't too many people out today, just enough where you had to watch where you were going..

Suddenly she heard a song she very much did not like start to play, what song even is this? She thought, irritated. Stopping again she scrolled through her playlist and replayed Chances, making sure to put it on repeat. Smiling, she continued to swiftly avoid colliding with people walking different directions. Today's gonna be a good day, right when she thought it, the wind picked up and her hair whipped around like a lasso.

Grunting, she stopped in front of a store window to see her hair had come undone and was now worse than her bed head this morning. She grumbled as she combed her hair roughly with her fingers Chances still echoing in her ears..

🎶"What if I'd never run into you?"🎶

She yanked her hair into a ponytail again..

🎶"What if you never smiled at me?"🎶

Murmuring grumpily she finally managed to wrangle it into a semi decent hairdo..

🎶"What if I hadn't noticed you too? You never showed up where I happened to be.."🎶

Then she turned around just in time to smash right into someone. She yelped as she lost her balance swinging her arms in an attempt to try and catch herself, ultimately failing and falling along with the victim of her flails, and collided with the hard concrete.

She looked up to apologise but froze when she saw the boy on the ground in front of her, wincing as he made eye contact with her as well, following suit with her as he just stared....what...just...happened?...

🎶"I coulda just walked by...who woulda thought?"🎶

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Him:

*beep beep beep*

"Hungh, just five mooore minutesss" he curled back up into his covers, welcoming the warmth.

*beep beep be- slam!*

"I said shut up you stupid alarm! I couldn't sleep at all last night!! Just have mercy on me!!!" He angrily threw it across the room wincing slightly as it smashed into the wall and landed on the floor..then he just glared at it and put his head back under the covers, falling asleep again.

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Sunlight poured into his room as he slowly opened his eyes. Grunting sleepily he sat up and rubbed his eyes, hands rubbing his head and mussing up his hair as he yawned. He glanced at his phone.

8:30?!?

He jumped out of bed and stumbled to his dresser quickly yanking out a pair of black jeans and a worn out green sweatshirt, pulling them on as fast as could he grabbed some socks and his sneakers then ran out into the kitchen.

I'm gonna be so late, he thought as he grabbed a granola bar and poured some orange juice into a bottle. He sat on the couch and tied his shoes while stuffing his breakfast bar into his mouth. "I'm so late, I probably already missed the bus," he muttered, standing up and grabbing his backpack along with his phone and headphones. Then he hurried out of his apartment, locking the door heading to the bus stop.

............

"I knew it!! Dang friggin ghsirhafwiabdi rbshdbejsbdjs!!!" He stomped and jumped up and down in frustration, until he realized he probably looked crazy. The bus had just pulled away when he ran up. He straightened out his hair and thought calmly to himself, ok, I'll just walk, I can get there in time anyway, I'll just speedwalk. Yeah. Plans change, it's fine....

Walking all slumped over he decided to put on his favorite song Chances. That cheered him up a bit, but not much. He kicked the leaves blowing across the sidewalk as he hummed.

🎶"What are the chances, that we'd end up dancing? Like 2 in a million, like once in a life."🎶

The wind picked up a little but he didn't mind, walking wasn't too bad. It was nice today, maybe he'd walk more often.... Ah, who was he kidding? This was stupid. Why couldn't he have a life like in the books? Curse his hopeless romantic heart.

🎶"What if I hadn't asked for your name? If time hadn't stopped when you said it to me..."🎶

He just happened to close his eyes as he hummed, walking to the beat. Probably not the best idea.

🎶"Of all of the plans that I could've made, of all of the nights that I couldn't sleep"🎶

He opened his eyes right before the girl turned and slammed right into him, he tried to grab her to steady her but she flailed her arms and smacked him in the face, hard. He was already off balance but that hit took him down. He fell and hit his butt on the hard concrete. He winced and rubbed his tailbone, then looked up to see if the girl was ok. She was staring at him through her hair; her ponytail was over her forehead. It was covering everything except her eyes, but he couldn't help but stare as well....Maybe missing the bus wasn't so bad after all....

🎶"What's a guy like me, doin in a place like this? Gettin close to you...But here we are."🎶

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Her:

"I.....I-I'm so sorry. Oh...Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. I.... I wasn't watching where I was going. Oh I feel t-terrible. Oh my gosh." She stuttered the best apology she could come up with in the moment as she tried to get her hair out of her face. The boy just stared at her in shock. His right cheek started to get red where she hit him, oh no, I-I hurt him! Oh gosh I feel terrible, I probably just ruined his day. Good going.

She started to blush in embarrassment, but bravely took a breath and said shakily, "I'm....I'm really so sorry, is your face ok? I feel so bad, how can I make it up to you?" She wrung her hands.

The boy wouldn't move....this was making it worse....did she hurt him so bad he went into shock?? What should she do?? She started to panic, then the boy smiled....was that a smile or was he gonna cry? Oh no.....no wait. That was definitely a smile....a smirk even.....a smirk? Why on earth was he smirking? She wished he wasn't so cute. That made this so much more awkward...

"Hey, I'm sorry it was my fault too, don't worry haha, here let me help you." The boy snapped out of it and took her hand pulling her up with him as he chuckled softly. "And I needed a good slap to wake me up for the day so thank you" he smiled brightly at her.

Oh help. He's so cute. She smiled and laughed a little at his joke. "Well, glad I could be of some help haha, I hope I didn't make you late, I'm guessing you go to the college over there?" She pointed towards the college.... Why would I say that. How creepy could I be? Oh gosh, I dug myself in even deeper. What is wrong with me??

The boy just smiled, "yeah I do, you too?" She smiled and nodded, thankful she hadn't scared him away. "Well, we could walk together if you want? Its nice to have company." His words shocked her. "y-yeah, yeah, sure!" She stuttered.

After they collected themselves, they walked side by side towards the college, talking about random things and laughing at each other's jokes. All too soon they reached where the girl's class was, and she reluctantly turned to the boy. "Well, this is me, thanks for being so kind, maybe I'll see you around campus?" She was quiet but he heard her and smiled. "Yeah, hey I never got your name, I'm H/N...."

"oh yeah, haha, I'm Y/N...."

"Well, Y/N, didn't you say you wanted to make it up to me for smacking me in the face at 9 in the morning?"

Panic.....he was angry....she knew it...."o-oh yeah. Yes. Um, what can I do to make it up to you?"

He just smirked. "There's a coffee shop on campus, wanna meet up there for a break later? I'd enjoy the company." He had no idea where this confidence he had was coming from but he just played along with it.

She was shocked to say the least.....she couldn't get any words out so she just nodded her head really hard and quick then turned and ran into her classroom.

What are the chances she'd run into a boy like that?? She couldn't wait until break time..

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End note: hey babes I hope you liked it! I loved writing it, and I can't wait to write part 2!!!! Reblog if you want~~ 💞💞

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