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yeonzzzn · 9 months

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🧊just come over, would ya?: sim jaeyun

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 2.2k

synopsis: snow storm causes the whole apartment complex power to go out, in which your hot neighbor offers to help keep you warm…

genre: neighbors au!, neighbors to lovers, smut

warnings: swearing, jerking off, fingering, finger riding, unprotective sex, cuddly + funny jake ♡

Your whole body shook, pulling yet another blanket over your body.

Your sweatpants, sweatshirt, fuzzy socks, and beanie were not enough to keep you warm through this power outage.

This was one of the moments you wished you had a fireplace in your small apartment, yet here you are.

What was supposed to be a small snowfall turned into a snowstorm and the whole apartment complex’s power went out with no word on how long it would take for the power to come back on.

Your teeth grinded together as you pulled the blankets over your head, pulling your legs to your chest in hopes of getting warmer.

You tried to sleep, hoping it would pass the time, but due to your freezing, sleep was not going to come.

You decided to check your phone in hopes of seeing a message from the apartment complex's owner about when the power would be back but instead saw a text from your neighbor.

Jake: How are you holding up? Heard you sneezed earlier. The building is way too quiet. You: Obviously I’m freezing. Jake: Oh, you don’t have a fireplace, right?

You rolled your eyes at your text from him. He was clearly teasing you for not having one.

Jake was always teasing you any moment he could get. You both attend the same college and have many classes together, so once he moved next door the amount of “good neighbor” jokes he would say was more annoying than his shit-eating grin when he’d say them.

You: Jake, you obviously know I don’t have a fireplace, don’t be a dick :) Jake: Want to come over and use mine? The fireplace obviously, not my dick.

You bit your bottom lip in debate. It would be nice to finally be warm, but the thought of being stuck with Jake for god knows how long made you irritated. Mostly after his joke just now.

You: No thanks. I’m good. Jake: Y/N, I can clearly hear your teeth chattering through these walls. Jake: I am trying to be nice here. Jake: Just come over, would ya? Jake: The door is unlocked.

You knew the best option would be to rush next door and sit in front of the fireplace with him.

Fuck it.

You jumped from your bed, slipped your feet into your slippers, and rushed out of your room.

The hallway was way colder than inside your apartment. The darkness of the hall reminds you of something from a horror film, the moonlight outside being the only source of light.

You quickly jumped in front of Jake’s door, knocking frantically.

After a soft “come in” was heard from the other side, you opened the door and quickly stepped in shutting the door behind you.

You quickly took in Jake’s living room, his couch being pushed up closer to the fireplace.

Jake raised a hand from his couch, “Over here.”

You kicked your slippers off, ready to sit close to the fire, only for your smile to turn upside down seeing Jake sprawled out, lying down.

The only thing you could see was his eyes, the rest of him being completely covered by his blanket.

You stared back at him? raising a brow, “Move over?”

Jake furrows his brows, “No, Hi? Hello? How are you? Nice weather we are having?”

You rolled your eyes, “Hi Jake, the weather sucks, move over, ya?”

Jake lifted the blanket off his body, patting his hand to his stomach.

You blankly stared at him, confused. Until it clicked in your head.

Jake could read you like a book, your facial expression telling exactly how you were feeling, “Y/N, just come lay down.”

You shook your head, “No, I will sit on the floor.”

Jake rolled his eyes this time. This was further than ideal for him too. All he was trying to do was be nice. Even with the fireplace he was still freezing and can only imagine how cold you were.

“Y/N, we would warm up faster, it’s basic science and survival tactics.”

You tucked your lip between your teeth. You knew he was right, plus he has his couch so close to the fireplace that you wouldn’t be able to fully sit in front of it anyway.

You rolled your eyes and dropped your arms at your side, “Fine!”

Jake smiled at you as you laid down on top of him, your head nuzzling in his neck. He threw the blanket back over your body, his arms wrapping around you.

You hated to admit it, but this was nice. Your body slowly warms up, but obviously not fast enough.

“If we strip down, we'll warm up faster.” Jake teased.

You weren’t looking at him but you could feel his smirk that was slapped across his face.

“Shut up, Sim.” you scoffed at him and a little chuckle left his lips.

“Hey, I am just saying.” he shrugged his shoulders and you barely looked up at him, glaring at him.

Jake absolutely loved teasing you. He loved how easy it was. You looked way too cute to him when he got you all mad.

The way you’d look at him and the smiles you would try to hide when you thought he was being funny. It pulled at his heart more than he’d like to admit.

Jake closed his eyes and wrapped his arms a bit tighter around you, his main focus to help keep you warm.

Unfortunately laying in the same position was making you uncomfortable. You slowly started to wiggle around, trying to lay more comfortably.

The friction of you moving against him was sending Jake’s thoughts into other places, biting down on his lip and steadying his breathing to keep calm.

But you noticed all the well the bulge growing in his sweatpants against your stomach.

“Sim Jaeyun,” you warned, shifting your leg up a bit, accidentally rubbing your knee against his hard length.

“Stop moving then, jeez.” Jake spat out, his heart racing against his chest.

You could hear how fast his heart was going, how it threatened to beat out of his chest.

You just wanted to be comfortable, “Let me get comfortable and I’ll stop moving, I promise.”

You slowly lifted your leg a bit more, Jake’s hand flying to your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Y/N,” he softly breathed out. You looked up at him, seeing the lust that filled his eyes, “If you keep moving on top of me, I can’t promise I’ll stay on my best behavior.”

The way his voice spoke those words sent chills down your spine. You’ve never seen Jake look so serious and so…hot.

You’ve always been attracted to Jake, he was such a good-looking man. But the Jake in front of you with lust and want written all over his face was enough to dampen your panties. With the way your name rolled off his tongue in warning made something in you click.

Jake slowly laid his head back down on the armrest, his grip on your thigh not leaving.

With the way Jake looked at this moment, made you want to test his limits. The way his eyes searched for something on the ceiling to focus on while his heart pounded and his dick twitched against your tummy.

The hand that rested on his chest, you slowly slid down, your fingers brushing his soft skin where his shirt slid up from your leg.

Jake hissed at your touch, his eyes closing, “Y/N, this is your last warning.”

But you kept going, reaching your thumb to slide against his tip over his sweatpants, a soft “fuck” leaving his lips.

You moved your hand down more, all your fingers grazing his clothed hard-on. His hand leaves your thigh to grip your hand.

“If you keep up-“

“Kiss me.” you interrupted him. And that’s all it took.

Jake’s lips found yours, one hand was placed at the side of your neck and jaw, and the other went back to your thigh.

Jake kissed you with such hunger, his hand squeezing your thigh tightly.

His tongue found its way into your mouth and rubbed against your own as he moaned on your lips.

You snaked your hand down his sweatpants and underwear, wrapping your hand around his length, your thumb rubbing the precum around his tip.

Jake released his lips from yours, resting his forehead on yours panting with each stroke your hand made.

Strings of “Fuck fuck fuck fuck”, rolled off his tongue as you pumped him.

You released him, sliding both hands up his torso and pulling his shirt along with them.

Jake helped you remove his shirt and right after removing your own. Your shirts and beanie being thrown off somewhere else in the room.

Jake kissed you again, his hands sliding from the sides of your face down to your shoulders, his fingers looping at your bra straps pulling them down.

With just two fingers, Jake unclasped your bra and removed it from your body.

The skin-to-skin contact drove you insane with how warm his body felt against your own.

Jake squeezed your ass, a soft moan leaving your mouth and oh god it was music to his ears.

Jake wanted to feel every inch of you. To worship your body the way it deserves to be.

“Take your pants off,” he whispered, his thumbs looping into your sweatpants.

You sat up getting rid of your pants and panties, your hands reaching for Jake helping him slide his off.

His cock slapped against his abdomen, the precum glistening from the light of the fireplace.

Jake’s hand snaked between your folds, groaning, “You’re so wet for me baby.”

His long fingers pumped in and out of you. You flip your head back and dig your fingers into his chest.

You rolled your hips against his fingers. Jake bit his lip at the site of you riding his fingers, your juices coating them.

God you were a sight to see, your facial expressions sending Jake over the deep in.

He loved the way your hips rolled against his fingers, he needed to see how they’d work with his dick deep inside you.

“Baby,” the Aussie man pled, “I need you on my cock, please.”

You nodded, lifting yourself and lining the tip with your entrance.

Jake threw his head back onto the couch’s arm as you slid down into him, “Oh fuck baby.”

You started rolling your hips, placing your hands on his chest for support.

His hands went to your breasts, cupping both of them. Squeezing them with every roll of your hips against his.

“Fuck baby, you look so beautiful riding my cock. Such a good girl for me.”

“Hmmm, Jake, you f-feel so good.” you moaned out, sitting yourself up even more to bounce on his dick.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Y/N. Oh, fuck me.” Jake groaned, his hands flying to your hips, slamming you down onto him.

He helped you pick up speed, the knot in your stomach ready to burst.

Jake knew you were getting close with the way your breath became unsteady and how you clenched around him.

He felt like he was in heaven being fucked by an angel.

Jake has dreamed of this moment since the day he met you in class and knew it was fate when he moved in next door.

The moment he heard your soft moans coming from the other side of his bedroom wall he dreamt of being the one making you moan.

He tried so hard to cover his ears, knowing it wasn’t something he needed to be listening to, but found his hand wrapped around his cock as he pumped himself to your moans.

Now that he could hear your moans clear as day in his ears drove him wild.

“Jake, I-I’m cumming.” you pant, your movements becoming sloppy.

Jake pulled your body back down onto his, lifting his legs and wrapping his arms around your waist holding you down into place fucking into you.

Your hands went into Jake’s hair as you chanted his name.

“Cum for me baby girl,” he said between breaths, “Make a mess on my cock for me, ya?”

You let go, the ecstasy washing over you.

“That’s my good girl, so fucking good for me.”

Jake fucked you into overstimulation, his cock twitching inside you, ready for release.

“Jake,” you whispered into his cheek, placing small kisses.

“I’m cumming baby, fuck, I’m cumming.”

Jake connected his lips back to yours as he pumped his load into you, moaning against your lips.

Jake loosened his grip on your body, slowly moving his hands up and down your bare back as the kisses went from lustful to soft and sweet, filled with passion.

The only sound heard was your lips moving against each other and the crackling of the fireplace.

As if on cue, all the lights in his apartment came on. The sound of the heating system starting up.

“Guess the power is back.” You whispered against his mouth, slowly laying your head down on his chest.

“I don’t know about you, but I was plenty warm.” Jake teased, earning him yet another glare from you.

“And we are back to teasing, I’m going home.”

“No no, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Jake said, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “I am not ready for you to go yet.”

You giggled, “You know we are neighbors, right?”

“Mmhm,” Jake hummed, “Make sure you always treat your neighbor well, never know when another snowstorm will hit.”

You couldn’t be mad at him for that joke. He did keep you warm and won your heart over.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Jake?”

“Let’s do this more often.

a/n: this was a bit rushed and I apologize, but I still hope you all enjoyed it!

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in-another-april · 5 months

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okayy but sharing clothes with spencer? maybe you’re new into your relationship and you spend the night for the first time, then in the morning he sees you in a sweatshirt of his and 😵‍💫😵‍💫

TEEHEEE!!!! (i kinda hate how i wrote this but ehh its cool)

The first time you do it is during the morning after your first night together, you wear one of his old college sweatshirts because his apartment is so cold (and maybee you wanted to be all cute and coupley, but you didn’t hear it from me.)

He freezes as soon as he sees you, immediately turning into a blushing mess because oh my god!! you’re so !!!!! You turn his brain into mush, he is so infatuated it’s not even funny (…it’s a little funny.)

At first you worry that you’ve made him uncomfortable, his face so red he looks like he’s about to pass out. But then he’s crowding into your space to kiss you, mumbling a “you look nice..” against your lips and Oh. That’s what this is.

And after that, he grants you full, complete access to his closet! You thought it was impossible for him to get clingier and touchier, but he somehows manages to everytime you wear his clothes.

Sometimes you’ll mess with him and wear a jacket of his to work, one that’s basic enough that no one else can tell. But he knows and it effectively ruins his ability to focus whenever you’re in the room, he hates (loves) it.

Maybe it’s just knowing that they’re his, but everything he owns is so comfortable and soft! He likes to wear them after you do because then they smell like you :( he’s down badd.

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mystellenia · 7 months

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romantic tension with abby

summary: in the warm glow of abby's bedroom, after a day of shared hobbies, you contemplate your deepening feelings for her and hope that perhaps she feels the same

content: friends (to lovers???), sfw, literally nothing else

notes: wrote a part two :p i need to write more fluff bc there is such a shortage AND especially with abby. this is like so domestic like in the way that there's no extra interactions. like this is literally how me and a friend would act after a day of painting!! just sleepy and tired zzzzz

(wc 0.7k)

the setting sun cast an orange glow on abby's bedroom where the two of you lay on her floor, bathing in the heat radiating from her large window. you'd just finished painting birdhouses for the married pair of sparrows that frequented the birdseed abby had set out. they would dance around each other and sing their chirpy harmonies and then take turns pecking at the various seeds from the feeder, so abby thought it necessary to handmake them houses in her shop.

this was one of your many duet activities of abby's "grandma hobbies," as you called them. you two had fed the ducks down at the lake, gone through an entire coloring book, built lego sets, and done nearly a dozen puzzles—one of which was glued and framed in abby's kitchen.

you guys spent every free moment of time together, and counted down the time until you could when one was busy. you were the closest of friends, but lately you found yourself wanting more—or at least thinking about how it would be if you were more. coming home to each other instead of making the fifteen-minute drive any time you wanted to see her. being able to actually tell her when she looked so pretty it made you hold your breath instead of chewing on your lip.

she shifted next to you, bending her legs at the knees and pulling you out of your thoughts. "i should probably wash the brushes before the paint dries on them, right?"

you almost tell her she shouldn't so that you could lay with her a little while longer, but you give in. "yeah, you should."

she sits up to stand, grunting as she lifts her body weight and moving to the crafting cloth where your birdhouses currently sat drying. you sat up and leaned against the foot of her bed, watching as she so delicately readjusts the cloth so that it doesn't smudge your paint job.

scrubbing your hands down your face, you push up off the bed and move to grab a sweatshirt of hers to change into, taking your paint-covered tank off and slipping the sweatshirt over your head. it sat baggy on your body with her being bigger than you are just about everywhere, and you threw the hood over your head and dropped onto the right side of her bed.

she returns with her hands patting on her sweats to dry them off. seeing you in the bed, she comes to sit next to you, with you on your back and her laying on her side to face you.

"you wanna just stay the night?" she says, her voice lifting at the end as if it were a question and not a declaration. "it's too late to go home alone."

"yeah, i think i will," you respond. you remember the origami book she bought at the farmer's market last saturday. "only if we make paper cranes until our fingers bleed from paper cuts tomorrow," you grin, turning to look at her and see she's already looking back at you.

"okay. i have lots of band-aids," she jokes.

you chuckle, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, sheepishly smiling at the other while holding eye contact.

"can we also get those berry pastries from the cafe? and make those butterflies we saw on pinterest?" you ask, your cheeks still kissing your eyes.

"yeah, i'll wake up early to get them for breakfast," she nods. "and i only got that book so we can make things together—we can make whatever you want."

in place of a response, you slip your fingers between hers and tightly squeeze her hand, ignoring your frustration with the uncertainty of her feelings for you.

the tip of her nose pinks a bit before she opens her mouth. "good night. we need brain power for making cranes."

you turn onto your side as well to face her, your noses nearly touching. "good night, abby," you grin, high on the feel of her skin on yours and the way she's looking at you.

you fall asleep with a smile on your face because your close friend, abby, may just like you, too.

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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Hi love! I just real all of your 141+könig blurbs and l ADORE them!!! Can you do one where you’re pregnant and you tell them? Like their reactions and just cute stuff. I’m imagining könig on his knees kissing ur belly 🥹 Like them talking to the baby and all. If you can’t that’s totally okay, just thought it was a cute idea! Keep up the good work, ur amazing and take care!!💕💕

141 + König Reacting To You Annoucing Your Pregnancy To Them

Warnings: tears, slight angst - fluff

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Simon Ghost Riley-

You felt tears brimming in your eyes as you looked down at the faint positive on the pregnancy test in your hands.

You felt a plethora of emotions as you processed what this meant, and your heart sank at how Simon would respond.

You slipped the test into your sweatshirt pocket and made your way into Simon's study, your hands shaking slightly in anticipation.

"Si, can we talk?" You asked, balancing on balls of your heels. Your heart began to race as your lover looked up at you from behind his desk, a soft smile making its way to his lips.

Simon closed his laptop and regarded you carefully, his eyes softening at the timidness in your voice. "Everything alright, love?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just... I had something to tell you." Your eyes flitted down to the pocket of your sweatshirt as your hands began to fiddle with the test.

Simon waited patiently for you to continue and was nervous about what you were about to reveal.

"I'm pregnant, Si."

Simon's breath hitched in his throat as he absorbed your words. You were pregnant? How? You two were always so safe. A whirlwind of emotions passed through him as he struggled for words.

"You're...pregnant...?" His eyes flickered to the floor, too scared to let you see the emotions that were swirling within him. You always read him like a book, no matter how hard he tried to hide from you at times.

"I am. I took a test this morning, and it was positive. I just took another to confirm and..." You reached out the positive test to show him.

Simon looked at the test in your outstretched hand, and his heart began to race. So it really was true. You were truly pregnant with his child.

The room was quiet, and neither one of you said said a word as you allowed Simon time to process the information. It wasn't that he didn't want children. It really wasn't. He just never afforded himself the thought of creating a family with you, as if he thought he didn't deserve that for himself.

"What if I end up like him?" His voice was barely above a whisper, and your heart shattered at his words. You knew who he was talking about. His father was a sick, vile man who, after years apart from his son, still had his talons rooted deeply within Simon. "I don't deserve a family, not after everything."

You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him, pressing his head into your belly. "Simon, you couldn't ever, ever become your father. You are a good man with a good heart. And I know you will make a wonderful father. Nobody, and I mean nobody deserves a loving family more than you do."

Simon swallowed the lump in his throat as he pulled away from your embrace to look at your stomach. His hands reached up, and he rested on your belly softly before looking up at you. "You want this with me?"

"I do, I really do." You spoke, resting your hands on his. "If you want it as well, I'd love to raise this child with you."

Simon gave a firm nod, a small tear making its way down his cheek, as a soft smile formed on his lips. "I promise you, I will try to be the best father to this child."

And he was.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

You were pregnant. You really were pregnant. You wiped away the elated tears as you placed the second positive test inside of a small gift box for your husband.

"Johnny?" You called out later that night, your hands shaking slightly with nerves as you carried the small box.

"In the kitchen, babe." He replied.

You walked into the kitchen and found your husband dancing along to some music while prepping dinner for the two of you. "You have a sec?"

"Of course. Dinner should be ready in just a bit. Everything okay?" He turned to you with a smile, causing a warmth to fill your insides.

You bit your lip nervously as you handed him the small gift box. "Got a surprise for you."

Johnny quirked a brow in curiosity as he took the box from you, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could be inside. "A surprise, eh? Care to elaborate?"

"You'll just have to open the box to see." You said as your fingers began to twiddle with the strands of your hair.

Johnny couldn't hide the grin on his face as he began to pull away at the ribbon on the box. "Now, what could possibly be in here?"

He pulled away the lid of the box, and a small gasp escaped him as his eyes landed on two pregnancy tests lying neatly in the tissue paper, both with a pink (+) on them.

His eyes immediately found yours, an infectious smile making its way to his lips. "You're serious? You're pregnant?"

You nodded your head feverently and let out an elated giggle as Johnny sprinted across the length of the room to pick you up.

He held you tightly in his arms as he spun you around, unable to control the beaming smile on his face. "I'm so happy, sweetheart. I can't wait to become a dad."

He set you down and immediately got to his knees in front of you before pressing a gentle kiss to your stomach. "Gonna be the cutest damned kid around, that's for sure."

John Price-

John was beyond happy to be home after nearly a three month long mission. He trudged through the front door utterly exhausted, though the weight he was carrying was immediately dispersed the moment his eyes landed on you.

"Hey, sweetheart." He spoke softly, his eyes never leaving yours as you barreled toward him.

You threw yourself into his arms, and held him tightly to you. "I missed you, so much."

"I missed you too. More than you know." He said, pulling away slightly to place a loving kiss to your lips.

You smiled warmly at him before turning to dissappear around the corner. You returned moments later, a small envelope in your hands. "This is for you. I can't wait any longer to show it to you."

"For me?" His eyes were filled with curiosity as he took the envelope from you and began to carefully open it. "You finally come to your senses and get us a spa-"

His voice cut short as he pulled out a small ultrasound picture, a tiny life form filling the center of the image. He let out a shaky breath as he began to study the picture and couldn't help the wetness that started to pool in his eyes.

John looked up at you with a tear falling down his cheek. "Really?"

You nodded silently, chewing your bottom lip as you watched his elated expression.

"This is our baby?" The look on his face had your heart melting.

"It is. I'm three months along. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I wanted you to be home before I did."

John struggled to hold back tears as he looked up at you and your growing belly. An overwhelming sense of pride filled him, as the thoughts of his child growing in your belly swirled in his mind.

He walked up to you, placed his hands on your cheeks gently, and pressed his lips to yours in such a loving gesture it left you breathless.

John shifted to his knees in front of you, and his hands moved to rest on your small bump. "Hey there, little one. It's daddy. I can't wait to meet you."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"Hey Ky? I think there was a box delivered out front. Are you able to get it and open it for me?" You called from your office.

"Sure, hun no worries." He replied, walking to the front door to grab the box. He walked back to the kitchen and set the large box down on the table. To say he was curious about what was inside was an understatement.

He used his car keys to open the box, and his brows furrowed in confusion as a mass amount of diapers were revealed in the box.

"Babe? I think Amazon may have delivered us the wrong package." He called out. "They gave us a bunch of diapers!"

You came into the room moments later, a wide smile making its way to your lips.

"No, that was actually me. Might as well stock up while we can." You threw him a wink as his eyes went back and forth from you, to the box of diapers in front of him.

"Stock up...on diapers?" The answer was blaringly obvious, but it took Kyle a moment to register. "Why would we need diapers?"

You stayed silent as the cogs in your husband's brain began to turn, processing the information.

When it finally hit him, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. "We're gonna be parents?"

"We're gonna be parents." You echoed as you nodded your head.

Kyle let out a chuckle, his face still lit up with emotion as he engulfed you in a bone crushing hug. "I'm so happy, babe. I can't wait to begin this journey with you."

König-

"König! You've got a package here from Y/N!" One of Königs teammates called out to the Austrian, handing him a large box.

This was no surprise to König. You always sent him monthly care packages, packed with anything from his favorite snacks, to little knick knacks and loves notes.

König sat at the nearest table and eagerly began to tear into the box. As always, you packed him some of his favorite Austrian chocolates from home, along with a batch of your chocolate chip cookies he loved so much. A small smile made its way to his lips before finding a small blue cotton material lining the bottom of the box.

He pulled the fabric out, revealing a small baby onesie, and he choked on a small sob as he took in the words on the fabric. "Hi Daddy, I Can't Wait To Meet You. Coming Soon."

König stared at the fabric for some time, the tears now flowing freely down his cheeks. He was going to be a father.

König arrived home a few days later, and barely waited for the car to be in park before running inside to you.

He practically bolted through the front door and wrapped you in his arms. "Is it true, Maus?"

You nodded excitedly, unable to control the flow of tears that began to trickle down your cheeks. "We have a baby on the way, Kö."

He got to his knees in front of you and lifted up your shirt to reveal your growing belly bump. He looked up at you with such admiration that had tears welling in your eyes and proceeded to place a gentle kiss on your bump.

"I can't wait to meet you either, little one."

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maralarsen · 6 months

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Does he love me? >⁠.⁠<🎀

~Theodore Nott x reader~

WARNING: cursing

Fluff/Little angst

° | friends to lovers| °

° |Summary: Theo starts to be too nice and the reader wants to solve it

° | I'm starting to feel that my stories are boring even though I've only written 3 of them and one of them is supposed to have a sequel

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"Who ever thought that the important books would be the highest," I jumped to grab the book on the elixir, but of course like the two attempts before and now I missed. "Sh*t!" I sinned, "pretty girls shouldn't swear."

I turned at the sound of a rather familiar voice. "Theo stop kidding and help me," why am I jumping for a book when he just reaches out and has it right away.

"Try to ask," he said with a smirk.

"I can see how much you enjoy watching me struggle with my height, Mr. Supreme!" but he just smiled and sat down on the nearest chair. He probably won't really help me if I don't ask.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not one of "his girls" who will ask him for something. I've known Theo long enough to not be naive that he likes me even though I had him. It's too much to say that I she could admit that at all.

But I'm not going to ask him for one stupid book.

CHAIR.

God, why didn't I think of that sooner. I walked over to the chair that was next to him, on which he was sitting, and moved it to the bookshelf.

"Why don't you just use a wand?" he asked me. "Because I probably forgot it?!" I reached for the book and took it in my hand, "ha, finally!" I raised my hands in the air as a sign of victory and I jumped from my chair to push her to her place.

"What are you planning for the evening?" I turned to face him, "I definitely don't intend to sleep under the image of God." I answered his question truthfully.

I wasn't the type to go to a party and then go to sleep and wake up in someone else's bed in the morning.

"Too bad, I thought you would come today," I raised an eyebrow at him, "and why?" he smiled at me and got up from his chair and slowly walked towards me.

He brushed a stray strand of my (c/h) hair out of my face and tucked it into place, behind my ear. "I don't even know myself, I had a feeling that you would say yes this time," I looked at him in disbelief, I was shocked by his actions.

There was always a friendly atmosphere between us and none of us ever crossed it. Why he suddenly behaves like that is strange to me.

"But as you can see I said no," I pulled away from him and left the library with the book in my hands.

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A week later:

Interactions with Theo became more and more frequent.

Touching hands more often while walking. Hugging more often when saying goodbye. More frequent peeking during class. And more often compliments.

It didn't bother me because one side of me screamed after every touch of his, but the other warned me against this and shouted to be careful.

But as it usually happens with a teenage girl in love, the first page won me over. I longed for his touch, for his caress, for every compliment. He was literally making me a desperate pile of misery. Well, I didn't show anything on the outside. At least I tried, I don't know if it really worked.

I wanted to talk to him about this. Because all he gave me was a sweep. I didn't know what to expect from him. Is he serious or just kidding?

This is how I ended up in Pansy's room. "Pansy please give me some advice," I begged her with desperation in my voice. "I think you should go see him…ouch!" she tried to give me advice while doing her makeup for today's Slytherin party.

Unfortunately, this combination ended with a pencil sticking into her eye. "Are you okay?" "Ow. Hey, I just pricked myself, shit." she put the pencil down and sat on the bed next to me. "Listen, go after him," "but what if he..." I started playing with the laces on my sweatshirt.

"No problem! F*ck you woman, you're only young once, so f*ck him if you love him. And also everything points to the fact that he loves you too!" I looked at her.

"But what if I don't love him, what if it's just an infatuation that we'll regret later?!" I threw up my hands. That's what I was most afraid of, that it was just an infatuation, nothing more than a little romance. And I will hurt him and our friendship.

“Listen, (y/n/n)! If you didn't love him and it was just a romance, just an infatuation, you wouldn't be despairing over it now. You wouldn't care. And something tells me he feels the same way. At this time she's always on the astronomical tower smoking." I smiled at her and hugged her.

"Why did I deserve you Pans, thank you!" she grabbed my hands and said: "You'll thank me later now run," definitely I didn't hesitate any longer and ran to the door.

I literally ran through the corridors to get to the astronomical tower as soon as possible and catch him there. When I finally got there, I stopped in front of the stairs. What if he rejects me...NO! Enough of the doubt it's now or never!

I confidently walked up the stairs. I saw him leaning against a pillar smoking. My self-confidence left me the moment he noticed me and put out his cigarette. "What are you doing here?" he asked me. "Theo, we need to talk!" he raised his eyebrows "Did I do something?" Yes you did! I walked closer to him "Damn you realize what you're doing to me. The unexpected affection. Why Theodore, why now. If you just want me in bed then do it right now stop. Because you won't get me there even though I love you so much that I'm afraid to admit it to myself. God, you can't even imagine how much I was bothered by all those girls clinging to you and..." it was so fast that I didn't even have time to react .

One moment he was leaning against a pillar the next his lips were on mine. It was a kiss worth a million unheard words. A kiss that confirmed mutual affection.

He pulled away first with his right hand on my waist and his left on my face. When did he manage to put them there? "F*ck! You don't even realize how long I wanted to kiss you. Feel your lips on mine. I love you. And I'm finally not afraid to admit it. I've loved you since the day I saw you for the first time, even though as an 11-year-old I didn't even realize it and didn't know what love was. Hence all the affection. That's why now. Because when I saw you in that library. That's when I realized that I don't want anyone but you. Only you and your personality." when he spoke, I couldn't believe his words. I had never seen so many emotions in his eyes in my life.

"Theo I don't know what to say," I dreamily looked into his stormy blue eyes.

"Don't say anything just love me. Love me like your life depends on it because I already do," he loves me.

Theodore Nott loves me! Me!

Now I wanted only one thing: "Kiss me." Please!" I begged him. "Are you seriously begging? You (y/n) (y/l)?" "Yes please. And now please do it!" He smirked and his lips met mine, but now with more softness than if they were made of glass and he has to take care of them and protect them so they don't break.

I kissed him back and my hands tangled in his hair and they pulled him closer. He pushed me against the wall in return. I finally felt complete as if I had always belonged in his arms.

I pulled away from his hungry mouth "I love you! Theodore Nott," "I love you too (y /n) (y/l). More than you can imagine," I smiled at him and pressed my forehead to his.

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may i request how the dps boys would react to realising they have a severe crush on a, preferably shy, reader! tysm <\3

Oh, I've been waiting for dps requests! Sorry for my late replies everybody, I got demotivated again because tumblr deleted a few of my x reader posts (and a few others). But I'll try to not let that happen again if I can even help it

I think Knox would have such a silly time trying to approach you. Because we all know he’s awkward, but determined at best and, well… pushy at worst. I'm trying to go with the version I saw in a play, because thankfully they cut out the party scene which means he’s still delightfully insufferable but not awful. Anyways, he would jump on every occasion to talk to you. And then just. Stand there. He’d try to give you flowers and poems, everything really. But he loses brain cells every time he’s around you. At least you’re both equally stressed about social interactions. He gets a little braver when you give him a smile or any other sign you like him. Not less awkward, but a bit more motivated to go for it. His main problem is that he can't read you well and despite being big on feelings and all, he still has a hard time actually talking to you. Clumsily, he showers you with over the top things, that most would find cringey but you think of as endearing. And if he thinks there's a chance he’ll lose you, he’ll confess right away. I think he is brave and pretty open about feelings. Just stressed out

With Neil, it's not an issue at all that you're shy. He’s more so taken aback by his own strong feelings. Because he wasn't expecting to fall this hard. But give him like five work days to process and he’ll be all in. I feel like he would take his time to confess but he’d make it known that he cares about you. He’d be checking up on you every time he can, bringing you coffee, asking to practice lines together, go to the movies in town. Even before you two start dating you just wake up and half of his sweatshirts are in your drawer (he likes to borrow you his clothes if you’re cold) and your desk is littered with poems he shared with you. He’s a gentle lover, but he knows what he wants and when the time is right Neil has no problem confessing

It's much funnier with Cameron because this boy is in panic mode 24/7. At first he legit thought he was sick because he always felt dizzy and distracted around you. And he’s a traditionalist. Everything has to be perfect when you’re around. Like he beats himself up about every little mistake he made around you. But also makes a point to treat you RIGHT. If you’re shy he might not know how to approach you at first, because he’s not sure if you’re even interested. And how to make you like him. After much teasing (mainly from Charlie, of course) he gets fed up with his friends and decides to make a move. It might not be the most romantic when he does, but it's sweet and genuine

Another one that would take time to confess is Meeks. He’s pretty quick to accept that he’s crushing on you. He’s like, yeah obviously they are amazing, now what do I do with that? He tries to give you things. Small things. Like maybe he could borrow you a book that you’ve wanted to read for a long time of buy you a coffee/tea if you’re out in the town. He doesn't explicitly say that he liked you but it's easy to tell and he’s not one to be shy about it either. So when you guys do get together, you already know his more… romantic side

On the contrary, Charlie takes time to process his feelings. He had crushes before, but real feelings (strong ones at that) aren't the norm for him. Sometimes he catches himself losing his cool around you and it messes with him so bad. He would probably ask Knox for advice. Which is a bad move. But he figures that at least his friend is more familiar with having those sorts of feelings. Nothing much comes of it because I can't imagine Knox giving him any good advice on the subject, but after he was able to talk about liking you, he decides to just go for it. Well, in small steps. Primarily because he’s just not an intense guy, but also because he’s surprisingly mature when it comes to respecting your levels of comfort. Doesn't mean it gets boring though, it's Charlie we’re talking about. Once you get together there's not a one dull moment with him by your side

With Todd, it might be difficult at first. He’s overwhelmed by fis feelings and has a tendency to talk himself out of making any sorts of moves. Why would you like somebody like him? He tells himself he doesn't have a chance, surely. It only confirms his suspicions when you don't take initiative. It's only after he’s been moping around for a few days that Neil approaches him about it and proceeds to give him shit for not doing anything to let you know his feelings. He’s like, bro, so you care about them so much that you’d rather not have them in your life because you want them in your life so much??? Make it make sense. So with Neil's encouragement, he tries to at least talk to you and see where it goes from there. Still shocked when you end up returning his feelings. You’re in his poems now, even if it's not very obvious (he's not as straightforward as Knox, so it's not ‘i love (yn) and I want them to be mine’ kind of deal). This is the only one where I'm sure you might have to make some sort of a move. Todd’s like a spider - he’s more scared than you are and if he could, he would just silently hang out in the corner of the room you’re in. But he gets a little braver after he starts feeling more secure

Lastly, Pitts is not as bad as Todd, but still takes his time. He’s comfortable with liking you and he knows what he likes, but he’s not in any rush to make things official. So any time he has any chance to talk to you, he does and just wants to see how things go from there. He jokes around with you, asks to come study together, tries to be close. He does care, just in a more chill way than some of the other poets would. If you two have been talking for some time, he would have no problem asking you to go out with him, doesn't make you feel pressured or anything. If the others are cool with it he will do his best to have you come to their meetings at night as well. So you do not only get an awesome boyfriend out of it, but also a great friend group

#dps #dps x reader #charlie dalton x reader #knox overstreet x reader #neil perry x reader #todd anderson x reader #gerard pitts x reader #steven meeks x reader #richard cameron x reader

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I NEED to know what it was like with Harry following her around the book store holding her stuff for her and maybe he’s asking for baking advice?🩷

Hiii lovey!! I’ll give you a little something with them in the bookstore because I just know Harry was so excited she even invited him in the first place, so enjoy💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: Harry is in charge of carrying things while you wonder around looking for books that you think you’ll actually read✨

Harry can’t stop smiling. He knows he probably looks a little odd standing in the middle of a used bookstore with a tote bag with the state of Texas on it over his right shoulder and your pink and gold coffee mug that has “cup of ambition” painted on the front of it safely in his left hand, and no matter how odd he knows he might look he can’t find it in him to care. He is taking his job of holding your things very seriously as he watches you pick up a book and turn it over to read the back of it, he raises an eyebrow as you squint your eyes and bring the book closer to your face making him wonder if you wear glasses and just forgot them or if you need to get some.

“Sugar what does this say?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts as you take a step towards him and raise the book up so he can take it with his free hand. You smile at him as you reach over and take your coffee mug from him so you can take a few sips while Harry looks over the back of the book, you reach up on your tiptoes so you can point to the top corner of the book. “Is that the price?” Harry looks where your finger is pointing and he also finds himself squinting in an attempt to try to read the absurdly small writing.

“It says five dollars I think?” You roll your eyes as you snatch the book out of his hands making him chuckle at your obvious dislike of the price. “Is it not on sale like the others?” He asks as you give him a smile when he reaches for your coffee mug so he can hold it once more while you put the overpriced book back.

“No it’s regular price and while I love a good romance novel I just don’t think one about a cowboy named Richard is worth that much because honestly what cowboy is named Richard? And it says he’s a calf roper and they ain’t nothing but bad news and I just know he’s gonna wreck that poor Mary Anne and not in the good way so back to the bin with him.” Harry feels his eyes go a bit wide as you explain what the book was about and he doesn’t know why the idea of you reading romance novels just makes his cheeks get pink. He knows everyone enjoys a good romance novel but here you are in your shorts and sweatshirt that has “let’s go girls” on it in bright yellow letters and your sunglasses holding your hair out of you face talking to him about cowboy smut.

“Richard is a horrible cowboy name.” He agrees making you laugh and Harry smiles at himself at the fact he made you laugh as he follows behind you when you go down the row and stop at a bin that’s labeled “friends to lovers” and Harry begins to wonder if the two of you have been in the romance section this whole time and he’s just been too distracted to notice.

“What’s your favorite trope honeybuns?” You ask him as you pick up a book and give it a once over. “I’m thinking you’re a slow burn kinda man.” He doesn’t miss the teasing tone of your voice that always seems to make your accent thicken and he grips your coffee mug a little tighter as you turn around so you’re facing him and it’s not until then that he realizes just how closely behind you he’s been standing because the top of the book in your hands touches the middle of his chest.

“I uh don’t uhm-”

“This one seems good it’s about Francine who is good friends with David who honestly sounds like a dream boat and they get trapped in a cabin during a snow storm and it’s the wildest forty eight hours she’s ever had but will their friendship survive?” Harry is enamored with the way you can somehow make the synopsis of a fairly uninteresting book sound so intriguing and while most of it has to do with your accent it’s the way it mixes with the softness of your voice that sucks him in and he knows he would be perfectly content standing here all day listening to you read to him.

You look up at him as if you’re silently asking him if he agrees that the books sounds good and all he can do is nod even though if he’s being honest it doesn’t sound that interesting to him but he can tell you seemed into it. You smile as Harry removes a handle of the tote off his shoulder so you can toss the book into the bag so it can join the few others you had found during the half hour the two of you had been wondering around the store. It takes all of Harry’s willpower not to grab your hand when you turn and begin to walk further down the row of bins, but he knows this is exactly why you handed him your things because it’s your way of setting a boundary with him and he is a gentleman after all so he’s going to respect it and just slide his hand into the pocket of his shorts to grab his phone as he follows behind you. He doesn’t think before he snaps the photo, it’s nothing scandalous it’s just you leaning over the bin of “slow burn” books with a small smile on your face and he can’t help but chuckle to himself when he notices you’re on your tiptoes trying to get to the back of the bin clearly reaching for a specific book.

“Honey can I borrow your-”

“Here you go love.” You smile when Harry just reaches over you and grabs the book you were struggling to reach since it was at the very back of the bin, handing it to you with a smile. His hand lands on the edge of the bin while he looks over your shoulder so he can glance over what the book is about. “Does that say Trisha and Harry?” He asks making you giggle as you nod your head and move the book so he can get a better look at it.

“He’s in love with her but he’s scared to tell her so he drags it out for damn near a decade but when he does finally tell her it’s on her wedding day.” Harry feels his mouth slightly drop at the dramatics of this plot and he already knows you’re going to want to add it to the tote bag.

“Her wedding day? What a twat.” You laugh and shake your head as you turn around and look up at him making him momentary forget how to breathe at how close you are.

“You kiss your momma with that mouth Harry?” Harry feels his cheeks get hot as you slide the book into the tote. “Always forgetting you’re supposed to be a gentleman.” You tease as you take your mug from him and take a few sips as you reach up and playfully tap his chest with your free hand. “Come on sugar let’s go see if they have any books on baking.” With that you shoot him a wink and Harry drops his hand from the edge of the bin so you can walk away from him and towards the cook book section.

“God she’s good.” He mumbles to himself as he finally find himself able to speak, he runs a hand through his hair and lets out a sigh of content before he turns and heads off in the direction of the aisle he just saw you disappear down.

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You're Good Together, Man

Anonymous request - Joey's friend comes to town, and everyone's shocked that Joey doesn't like her in a more than friend way. When Chandler gets nervous during a conversation and leaves upset, the reader follows him to see what's wrong.

Tags @lover-of-books-and-tea @rosie-posie08

Walking up the stairs in the building I finally found the right apartment door knocking three times on the door until it opened, revealing Joey, my best friend. "Hey Joe, I finally made it."

"Hey y/n. I can’t believe you could come this weekend. Oh you've got to meet my friends across the hall." He told me closing the apartment door behind him.

Nodding my head, yes I followed him across the hallway. We entered the apartment seeing a few different people all hanging out on the couch. There was a blonde girl, another with black straight hair and finally a third girl with light brown hair. I saw there was one guy that was wearing a bright blue shirt but had similar hair to one of the girls meaning they were siblings. “Hey guys this is my friend Y/n from school.”

“Hey everybody.” I raised my hand with a smile.

The girl with dark black hair came over to me. “I’m Monica, so how do you two know each other?”

“We met when he was first looking for acting jobs. My father was holding auditions when we met. And this guy knows how to have fun watching movies and ordering pizza.” I shrugged my shoulders nudging Joey.

The girl with light brown hair came up and hugged me. “I’m Rachel. So Joey, have you two ever dated or anything?”

“Me and Y/n.” Joey started laughing.

Covering my mouth I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Joey and I had never considered being in a relationship together. Hitting my hands on my knees I was still laughing. “We would never work out. He’s like a brother to me. Always has been always will be.”

“Yeah. How you doin’ don’t work on her.” Joey replied with a cheeky smile.

The guy that was wearing a blue sweatshirt and sat on the couch spun around joking. “Was it because of your snoring or was it because you're crazy enough to not go out with your friend.”

“I’m not afraid of asking her out.” He replied to the other guy.

Clasping my hand together I sit down at the table. The last guy that looked like Monica came over to me suggesting a nice offer. “Hi I’m Ross, Monica’s brother. Well how about I take you out to dinner while Joey is at his audition.”

“No! You’re with Rachel or whatever is going on between you two.” Joey pointed his finger.

Ross throws his hands away from his side. “What’s wrong with me taking her to dinner.”

“Because you are with Rachel.” He said.

Rachel made a face. “Joey, we’re not together now. I broke up with him a few weeks ago.”

“But then you 're telling us how much you missed him after a few glasses of wine.” The blonde named Phoebe teased her.

Rachel started getting nervous and I could tell there was something going on between them. Joey had told me that he had two friends who had an on and off again thing. “Guys, I don’t like Ross anymore.”

“Sure that’s what they all said before you wake up in the middle of the night and scream oh my gosh I love Ross.”

Ross rolled his eyes. “Not helping Chandelier.”

“Oh sorry I was talking about pizza.” Chandler chuckled at him.

I smiled, shifting my gaze over to the Chandler guy. It had been a while since I had been on a date. Since my father was an actor most of the guys that seemed interested in me were ones who wanted a part in his shows or movies. If they didn’t get the part then I wouldn’t see them again. “Chandler, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Uh no I prefer being alone and horny.” He answered my question by rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you seeing anybody or just pining over Joey?”

Joey throws his hands up. “Stop hitting on her.”

“You’re just denying your feelings for her.” Phoebe smiled.

Joey stomped around the apartment pointing fingers at his two guy friend’s being all dramatic over their teasing on whether or not we had feelings for one another. “There’s nothing going on. You aren’t dating her and you aren’t dating her.”

Chandler got up from the couch walking up to him. “Wait why me. I get Ross but me. Am I so crazy that no girl would go out with me?”

“You and Ross repel women all the time.” My best friend explained before I watched Chandler move past him and shut the door quickly behind himself. Watching the door for a second I don’t know what came over me but I get up to my feet slipping through the door and across the hallway.

Shutting the door quietly I noticed that Chandler was laying on the couch and there was half of a pizza missing from a box on the floor. “Hey, are you open to sharing some of that pizza with me?”

“Actually Joe, I want this pizza for the rest of my life.” He sat up hearing me laugh at his comment. “Y/n, oh sorry sure.”

Kicking my shoes off at the door I went over to him I plopped down on the couch beside him. We ate pizza in silence until I remembered what he had said earlier. “So is this how you get all the girls to your apartment huh. Mistake them for your best friend and then apologize with pizza?”

“Actually, no. I have decided that I would rather die alone.” He replies to me.

Shaking my head I nervously smiled. “You joke a lot.”

“Yeah sorry I started using jokes as a safety measure after my parents got divorced. It works on the ladies at first but here I am sitting with you shoving my face with pizza.”

“Oh you mean like this?” I throw pepperoni at his face.

He shakes his head smiling and throwing some at me. I leaned forward trying to grab a full on slice and throw it across his face. But I fell off the couch when he tried to catch me and we tumbled to the ground together. “Oh geez Y/n.”

“Awe sorry for the mess.” I apologize seeing that we were both covered in red pizza sauce and cheese now laying on the floor with him on top of me. “Crap it’s late and I have to take two different trains to get home.”

Chandler focused his attention onto mine and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to date you. You had a fun side that was easy to get along with. You didn’t find his nervous joke gag weird. “You could stay here tonight if you want.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude. This is your apartment.” I sat up where he offered me his hands helping me to my feet.

He laid down on the couch with open arms telling me to lay down with him. “I live with Joey. Trust me your company would be less crazy. I’ll even stay up with ya till you fall asleep.” I nodded laying down with him on the couch curling up on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist so I wouldn’t fall on the floor and we remained that way until we fell asleep together.

A few hours later the apartment door opened again and Chandler lifted his head up quickly waking up seeing Joey was back. He panicked feeling Y/n fully asleep on his chest so he couldn’t run away like he wanted. “Joe, it’s not what it looks like. I’m not messing around with her I swear.”

“Shhh you’ll wake her up.” Joey raised a hand to his mouth.

Chandler eyed his roommate confused. “Aren’t you mad after you said we couldn’t date her?”

“Nah man. She has been through some bad relationships in the past that’s why I said no to Ross.” Joey smiled reassuringly seeing a smile on your face when she snuggled up against Chandler more. “You two would be good together.”

Chandler went to move his arm shocked that he said the words. In such a short time he had found himself wanting to spend more time with his friend. “You’re not gonna be mad if I ask her out?”

“Ask away brother. Don’t wake her up now..” Joey crossed the room pausing outside his room before leaving the pair alone. That next morning you were more than happy to say yes to a date with Chandler.

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