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[caramelcal]

Hi, I love your story!! I wanted to know if you can do a when theo is jealous and leave hickey to fem reader. If your not comfortable that’s fine thank you 🤭.

LOVEBITES AND POTIONS

word count: 1.4k

a/n: hiya lovely! thank you for sending a request<3

warnings: fem!reader, no house specified. jealous!theo. boyfriend!theo, playful allegations of cheating/going on dates with others. hickeys.

"Hey, y/n!" A voice called out from behind you, halting you in your movements.

It was a Friday, and you had just left your last class of the day, ready to relax over the weekend with your boyfriend, Theo. That's where you were heading right now; to his dorm.

Well, until someone called out from you.

"I'm glad I caught up with you," The voice said as you turned around, eyes catching onto Zacharias, a Hufflepuff boy in your year, and your potions partner.

"Hi, Zacharias," You gave the boy a pleasant smile, trying to be as nice as possible. You held your books in your hands in front of your chest, looking at the boy who seemed a little out of breath.

"Hi, um-" He started, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes cast away from you for a second, "I wanted to talk to you about our potions project."

You looked at him with a small smile, urging him to go on as he took a deep breath. Tons of students bustled around the two of you, loud, excited to get off to their dorms or hang out with their friends, and although you wanted nothing more than to run to Theo's dorm, you were patient with the boy in front of you.

He seemed nervous.

"Well, I was thinking we could get a headstart on our project, maybe tomorrow in the library?" He proposed, his eyes looking pretty much everywhere but your face, "I mean, I really need a good grade on this project, and I know that you like to..."

Zacharias continued, but you zoned out a little as your eyes caught on to a particular group of Slytherin boys. They all joked about, pushing each other, and just acting generally boisterous. Not a single one of them wore their robes, all claiming to be far too cool for them, their ties loosened and white sleeves rolled up.

Your eyes caught onto the familiar tall figure of your boyfriend as he laughed, his blue eyes catching onto yours as you smiled, getting a smile in return. His friends all started to notice you too, riling Theodore up as boys do when they saw the look in his eyes.

"Y/n?" A hand gently brushed against your shoulder, drawing your attention back towards Zacharias, his eyebrows slightly drawn, and a slight redness in his cheeks.

"That sounds like a good idea, Zacharias," His face brightened a little, "but I can't do tomorrow, I have plans with my boyfriend, sorry."

"Oh."

"We can start on Sunday though? How does that sound?"

A small smile makes its way back onto Zacharias' lips as he nods, "Yeah, that sounds good."

Before you can respond, however, to work out times or anything, you hear a call from behind you, "Y/n! C'mon! We don't have all day!"

Your head whips around, hearing Draco shout after you to get you to hurry up, only to realise all of the Slytherin boys are staring at you, waiting for you to come with them. With a smile, you turn back around and say your goodbyes to Zacharias, before practically skipping over to the boys.

Your eyes don't move from the tall blue-eyed boy, your arms thrown over his shoulders as you reach up and peck him on the cheek. His eyes don't quite meet yours, focusing on something behind you as his hands snake possessively around your waist, a kiss being placed on your forehead.

Then, you're whisked away to the Slytherin common room, and soon enough, Theodore's dorm. The door shuts behind your boyfriend as you place your books down on his bedside table, and he wastes little time pulling your robe away from your neck and down your shoulders, slipping it off your body.

"I missed you," You spoke quietly as you turned around in your boyfriend's hold, your hands going over his shoulders and curling into the hair on the nape of his neck.

Your head is on his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne and cigarettes, eyes closing at the comfort it brings you.

Theo hummed in response, pulling back a little as he picked you up with ease, placing you down on his bed as he sat beside you, facing you.

His lips soon find yours, his hand sitting around the back of your neck, keeping your lips firmly on his as his thumb caresses your hair away from the side of your neck. His free hand pulls at your tie, then unbuttons the top two buttons of your shirt, moving the fabric to free the side of your neck.

Then, his lips latch onto your neck, near your jaw, and the second you feel him suck and his teeth lightly graze over the skin, you know exactly what he's trying to do.

"Theo, lower. Those marks are going to be visible above my uniform."

Yet, he doesn't stop. In fact, he seems even more eager to mark up the side of your neck when he hears those words tumble from your lips.

"Theo."

He pulled away a little, but you could still feel his soft breaths against the bare skin of your neck. You looked down at him with a quizzical look.

"Why are you doing it so high?"

He avoided the question, his hands pushing your hair back once more as his eyes cast back down to the skin of your neck, "You excited about your date with your little boyfriend?"

"I didn't realise we'd planned a date this weekend."

"I'm talking about your other boyfriend," He quipped back sarcastically, before his lips made contact with another spot on your neck, littering what you can guarantee are going to be countless dark bruises along your neck.

Your eyebrows furrow at this remark as you try to piece together what Theodore could possibly be talking about. What other plans did you even have?

"Are you talking about Zacharias? He's just helping me with our potions project," You informed your boyfriend, your hand coming up to grab at the strands of his soft hair once more.

"Tell him to leave it, I'm better at potions anyway. I'll help you," Theodore bargained, without his mouth moving away from your neck.

He wasn't wrong. Theodore was brilliant at potions, but regardless of that, it was your and Zacharias' project, not you and Theodore's.

"Wait," A subtle smirk came to your lips as you began to piece together what was happening, your hand pushing Theo away from your neck, "Are you jealous, Theo?"

You held him in such a way that he was unable to attach his lips to your neck to continue his attack, your head tilting a little as you waited for a response.

Theodore rolled his eyes in response, mumbling, "No."

"Are you sure?" You pouted a little, raising an eyebrow at the way his eyes were cast to the side, not looking you in the eyes. His hair was a little messed up, and a small pout had made its way to his lips, too. He crossed his arms over his chest, almost comically, as if he was a child in a huff.

"That puff has nothing on me," He mumbled cockily, making you laugh softly as you moved your hands from holding him back. Not skipping a beat, Theo latched his lips back onto your skin, on the opposite side now.

"Stop," You laughed a little, "Snape's going to have a heart attack if he sees these."

You had absolutely no doubt that these were going to be a pain in the ass to hide. Even with your hair down, it was going to be a real struggle. With how many Theodore had left too, you knew the chances of you being able to cover them with makeup was going to be difficult, too.

"Hope the puff does, too," Theodore mumbled almost childishly.

"Don't be jealous, Theo," You spoke softly, your hand coming up to play with his hair once more, your other hand rubbing his back, "You know I'm yours."

"You're right," Theodore responded, pulling away from the last hickey he made, then pressing a soft kiss against your neck, now littered with marks, then your jaw, then your lips. Finally pulling back, his blue eyes meet yours, a smile coming to his face as he surveys his work, then your face, "All mine."

[caramelcal]

you'll always be my girl - t. nott

summary: theodore nott was your brother's best friend, and had been the boy of your dreams since you first lay eyes on him. everyone knew that. so it's a surprise when you suddenly get a boyfriend, and theodore is determined to show you why he's the better choice. always has been and always will be.

warnings: all characters are of age. smut, cheating. all that fun stuff. theo is reader's brother's best friend. reader pined for YEARS but it faded away when she got with her boyfriend. she's a bit of a pushover. virgin!reader. dom!theo. sub!reader. modern au. lots of swearing. arguing. praise kink. overstimulation. dirty talk.

note: this prob isn't great, i don't write smut often idk

"Mate move! Move! He's behind that wall." Theodore shouted, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he tapped the keys on his controller trying to be revived faster.

"Fuck! I can't find him," Lorenzo had replied, a similar tone to Theodore's as their eyes were both glued to the screen in front of them.

It was only the two of them at Lorenzo's tonight, something that wasn't overly uncommon for the two of them to do. Despite being close with the rest of their group, Theodore and Lorenzo spent the most time together just the two of them. Theodore practically lived at the Berkshire's house half the time nowadays, finding it much warmer than his own.

Honestly, it was more shocking if he wasn't at the Berkshires.

"Over there! Shit!" Lorenzo cursed, the loud, violent tapping of buttons ensuing at a more alarming rate from the two of them.

"Where's his-"

"Theo! Theo! The-" A red alert came over the screen, letting the two boys know that they had lost the game. They both put their controllers down, Lorenzo using the palms of his hands to rub his eyes in frustration, and Theodore throwing his head back with a groan.

"We really ought to get better at this mode, or we need to just stick to doubles," Theodore said, looking over at his friend who chuckled with a nod.

Mr and Mrs Berkshire were both out for the night, away on holiday, or business or whatever, Lorenzo didn't tell Theodore all the details. Theodore didn't particularly care anyway, it didn't make a big difference to him.

Lorenzo's parents were lovely to him, always greeting him pleasantly, always happy to see him, and telling him he was welcome at any time. They had even unofficially allocated one of the spare bedrooms in their house to Theo, who was eternally grateful for the escape it gave him.

"Enzo, I'm home!" Theo's attention was directed towards the door, where he heard someone kicking off their shoes by the door before walking towards the living room.

Y/n Berkshire. Lorenzo's younger sister. He was honestly surprised he hadn't noticed earlier that you weren't there. Even though you normally tucked yourself in the small library in the house, he had been here for hours and hadn't heard a peep from you.

Sure, you were normally quiet, but normally you at least said hello.

While growing up with Lorenzo, Y/n was never normally far behind. You had adored your brother when you were younger, and even as you both got older you remained close. Theodore on the other hand, had elicited a different sort of adoration from the younger girl. One that brought a blush to your face every time he spoke to you, or even looked in your direction.

It had been that way for years, and honestly, Theodore couldn't remember a time when you had been able to look him in the eye for longer than five seconds before getting too shy and looking away.

Footsteps echoed towards the living room, and the second you came into view, Theodore's eyebrows furrowed. Your body was covered in a silk dress, your hair styled perfectly and makeup on your face. You looked fancy, and Theodore could not imagine what you possibly could have been doing to require such an appearance.

There certainly weren't any parties on, if there had been, Lorenzo and Theodore would have been the first ones to know.

"How was your date?" Lorenzo didn't even look back at his sister as you sat down on the other couch, a sigh of relief as you sunk back into the comfortable material.

A date? The question had Theodore baffled. You had been on a date? With who? It certainly made the appearance seem more logical, you looked pretty. You had made that effort for a boy.

"It was good," You nodded your head, not looking over at your brother either as you grabbed the book that sat on the coffee table, flipping it open to the page you had dogeared earlier on that day so you could continue reading.

"You were on a date? With who?" Theodore asked.

"Oh, hi Teddy," You looked up from your book, sending a small smile to your brother's best friend, only just noticing him, "Adrian Pucey, he's in your year."

Teddy. The name you had called him since you started to talk. Everyone had called him Teddy when he was growing up, including Enzo, his parents and yours, but you were the only one that didn't grow out of it.

"It's Theo, y/n/n," Lorenzo had corrected you, as he always did, knowing how much Theodore despised the nickname now that he was older. What he'd never tell your brother though, was that he didn't mind it when you did it. It felt natural coming from your lips. He couldn't ever imagine you calling him Theo, or, god forbid, Theodore.

"Yeah, sorry," You mumbled, picking at the edge of your dress as you looked down at your lap, the book held in your other hand, a finger on the page you stopped reading on so you could keep your place now that you had straightened out the fold.

"Why are you going on a date with Adrian Pucey, he's…"

Theodore wasn't sure what to call him. Annoying? Arrogant? Not good enough for you?

"My boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend?" Theodore echoed, his eyes almost bulging out of his head and jaw almost falling onto the floor. His tone was incredulous as if you having a boyfriend was completely out of the question.

"Well, that's new," Lorenzo murmured under his breath, not loud enough for you to hear, but loud enough for Theodore.

His tone let Theodore know that he, too, was not too happy about the arrangement. Adrian wasn't 'boyfriend material' and certainly not good enough for you. He was sleazy, and an average quidditch player at best.

"Yeah, is it so unbelievable that I could get a boyfriend?" Your tone -despite your word choice seeming a little sassy- was soft. Your eyes battered between the two boys, eyebrows furrowed as you sat forward.

Silence ensued between the three of you, your eyes still battering between the two boys, both of which didn't know what to say. It wasn't surprising that you could get a boyfriend, but your choice was certainly questionable. Frankly, they were too astonished to speak.

While Lorenzo had known you were spending more time with Adrian, he was hoping that it would fizzle away before labels got attached. He barely gave it any thought, thinking you wouldn't take a boy like Pucey so seriously. Oh, how he was wrong.

"I'm gonna head upstairs," You said quietly, sulking off the couch and quietly walking away, feeling a little ashamed that they seemed so surprised that you had managed to get your first boyfriend.

Theodore's eyes followed you, staying stuck to where you disappeared upstairs as Lorenzo broke the silence, breathing out some air, "Never expected that. Well, at least we know she's not pining over you anymore."

"Yeah, I guess."

…

It was less than a week later when Theodore was heading to quidditch practice, his bag slung over his shoulder, broom in his hand. He ruffled his hair with his free hand, breathing out some air as he prepared himself for what he could guess was going to be a pretty gruelling practice.

Granted, he could give himself some leeway, being the captain and all, but that didn't set a good example. They had a big game coming up in a few days and they needed to do well. There was little space for error, and Theo would make sure everyone was ready.

Hearing faint talking as he walked up to the locker room was odd, considering he was normally the first or second one there. He must've been running a few minutes late.

"-how you managed it, mate, I mean, between her being Berkshire's untouchable little sister and everyone thinking she liked Nott, you can understand why everyone's a bit surprised."

Theodore's hand halted its movement, not pushing the door open just yet as he listened in. They were talking about you.

"She just needed to know who the better boy was, didn't she?" He heard a muffled Pucey reply, "I certainly showed her."

The familiar feeling of anger began to bubble in Theodore's chest as he registered the words that came out of Pucey's words, and the laughter that followed them. Walking in, his hardened blue eyes immediately caught onto Pucey's, a silent warning.

Yet, all the smug cunt did in reply was smirk. That certainly didn't help the feeling of red, hot, anger that exploded in Theo's chest. Quidditch practice was going to be hell for him, Theo would make sure.

"Wait up!" An hour and a half later, the anger still hadn't faded from Theodore's system. His shoulders were uptight, his hand holding onto his broom with a deathly amount of force. It was a surprise the wood hadn't snapped yet.

Your light footsteps struggled to catch up with the thundering pace that Theodore kept. His eyes cast over to you beside him as you finally caught up, his hair still wet from his shower after quidditch practice.

"Can I talk to you?" You asked, looking at Theodore awkwardly. You never normally felt awkward around him, but from the way he was looking right now, you could tell he was mad, but that didn't mean you could let what happened slide.

"Mhm," He hummed in response, his eyes staying straight forward as he waited for you to speak.

"So Adrian was speaking to me and he said that you were going extra hard on him at practice. I understand that you and my brother aren't happy that we're dating but-"

"You came here to stick up for your little boyfriend?" Suddenly, Theodore had stopped walking, turning around so he was facing you. His eyes stared into yours, the anger in his voice rising.

He towered over you, making you crane your neck up to look at him, a drip of water from his wet hair falling onto your forehead. You cleared your throat lightly, not used to Theodore being in such a mood. Even if he was annoyed, he didn't normally talk to you like that.

"I- uh, yeah, kind of. I just don't think it's fair that you're punishing him. It was my choice to date him, he didn't make me."

"Listen, y/n/n, if Pucey had a problem with me, then he can come to talk to me, not send his girlfriend to sort out his issues like a fucking pussy," Theodore spat out Adrian's name like it was a disease on his tongue, his jaw clenching at the mere thought of you taking Pucey's side over his.

If you had any sense, you'd know to mind your own business. You had grown up with Theodore, you had known him for your whole life. Adrian had been your boyfriend for all of a few weeks and you were already choosing him over Theo? That was what wasn't fair, not a few more laps at training.

He saw the frown that made its way onto your face, and if he wasn't so angry at you and Adrian, then he would've crumbled. He knew you were sensitive, much more than most people, and the last thing he wanted to do normally was make you upset. Yet, if you wanted comfort then you could go to Adrian, especially after you tried to stick up for him.

Turning on his heels, Theodore began to walk away again, but it seemed you were a little more determined than normal.

"Come on Theo, you know it's not fair!"

That just about tips him over the edge. This was so unlike you, and it was all because of Adrian. You always went by what Lorenzo and Theodore said, but today you chose to stand up to Theo. You chose Adrian over Theodore and refused to let it go and now you were calling him Theo?

You had been reprimanded for over a year about still using the nickname, and a few weeks into having a boyfriend you suddenly dropped the name of endearment? That was enough.

"What was that?" Theodore stopped in his tracks the second the words had come out of your mouth, barely managing to get the words out between his gritted teeth. He looked over his shoulder at you, watching as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"You know it's unfair."

"You have no idea what's unfair, y/n."

"I know making Adri do double the number of laps as everyone else is unfair! I know knocking into him with double the power as everyone else is unfair, Theo! You're his captain, you need to be fair!"

"Stop that." His tone was reprimanding, like telling you off for doing something unspeakable. He didn't like this one bit, you talking back to him. It felt like something had been shifted and he wanted it all to go back to the way it was.

It was your turn to let out clipped, sarcastic words. Something you would have never dreamed of doing to him; the boy you had pined over for years. Yet, all you could see was an immature, childish boy, not the guy you had liked for as long as you could remember, "Stop what, Theodore?"

"Stop calling me that."

You knew exactly what he was getting at. You always had an inkling that he enjoyed the nickname you refused to drop, given that he, himself, never told you off for it. You also knew he didn't like change, and that the idea of him and Lorenzo not being your number-one priority anymore bugged him. He hated that you had a new boy in your life.

"What? Stop calling you your name?" You replied, raising an eyebrow at him as he clenched his jaw again, letting out a dark chuckle as he started to walk away.

"Just fuck off, y/n."

You didn't bother to follow him.

…

You and the girls were bustling about in your room, doing all sorts of things. Some were getting changed, some were doing their makeup and some, along with you, were doing their hair. It was a Halloween party that practically half of Hogwarts was going to, and luckily for you, the house was only a few minutes walk away from yours.

Lorenzo and his friends were getting ready too, but you had chosen to keep your girls in your room, completely separated from them. Frankly, it was too much tension, and drama, and you didn't want that to stomp on your excitement for the party.

"Hey, y/n, do you have any snacks? I'm starving," One of the girls piped up, stopping doing her makeup to look at you in the mirror. You nodded your head with a smile, telling her you'd be right back as you headed down to the kitchen.

There was noise coming from the tv as you walked by the living room, letting you know that some of Lorenzo's friends were probably in there, taking a mental note to avoid. You wished that he had gotten the vibe to keep his friends in his room, but your brother was clueless sometimes.

He even seemed to be clueless about the fact that you and Theodore had been ignoring one another for the last three weeks, acting as if the other didn't even exist. With your arms full of all types of snacks, you left the kitchen, making your way back up the stairs.

Your eyes are on the snacks in your hand, making sure that none of them are going to fall as you walk, only to be halted by something being in your way. You had walked into someone.

"Oh, sor-" You cut yourself off as you looked up, making eye contact with intense blue eyes staring down at you. You narrowed your eyes.

"Y/n," He had acknowledged you for the first time, but not being nearly happy about it, his mouth in a thin, straight line, and his voice apathetic.

You mirrored his tone and body language, "Theodore."

He remained looking down at you, your pretty eyes looked up at him in disdain, a constant reminder of how you guys had last interacted with one another. He was still slightly mad, more irritated than anything, about the situation, and it was clear you weren't over it either.

It was so unlike you, and he hated that. While he wanted you to stick up for yourself more regularly, he hated that it only seemed to be him that you were being resistant to. It frustrated him to no end, that your relationship after so many years had changed so much in the blink of an eye.

He missed the way you looked at him with your doe-like eyes, so hopeful and kind and soft. Now, they were narrowed, almost as if a threat for him to say something. He hated that it was like you were trying to test his patience.

His mouth opened slightly, just about to speak to you, only to not get the chance, your bedroom door opening, "Y/n, c'mon! I'm hungry!"

In an instant, your eyes are no longer looking at him, but down towards the snacks that lay in a disorganised bundle in your arms, brushing by the taller boy towards your room. You spare no attention towards him, not a word nor a glance, leaving him alone in the hallway as you continue getting ready in your room.

It doesn't feel too long after that when you are all ready, all of you bundling down the stairs ready to go to the party. You know all the boys are now in the living room, and you would have happily walked by without entertaining him, but you knew you couldn't.

"Enzo, can I have some of the money mum and dad left?" You say, coming into the room. The boys are all ready too, but you know they won't leave until the party had already started for forty-five minutes at least, too busy playing video games and not wanting to be around for the awkward start most parties have.

You adjust the wings that are on your back as you walk towards your brother, white boot heels hitting off the wooden floor, the girls falling shortly behind you.

Theodore's eyes flicker up to you casually, but when he catches sight of you his jaw almost falls off, the modest girl you are, with the shortest skirt on he's ever seen. If you turn around, he knows he's almost guaranteed to see the curve of your ass, driving his mind haywire.

You adjust your bright-coloured corset and wings once more. It's obvious that you're supposed to be a fairy, but Theodore knows you're no Tinkerbell. You're perhaps the sluttiest, most tempting fairy he's ever seen. His mind races.

Lorenzo scratched the back of his neck, "Kitchen."

You nodded your head, heading off to the kitchen as all the boys quiet down. Lorenzo looked down at his phone, as the girls all follow you out of the room, "Mate…"

"What?" Lorenzo replied as Theodore sat beside him, all the other boys engaging in small talk again.

"Are you letting your sister go wearing that? Surely you can't," Theodore's trying to keep calm, but his mind is practically begging Lorenzo to make you change. The thought of someone else seeing the curves of your naked thighs and the curve of your arse makes Theo want to die.

"Nah mate, it's not ideal, to be honest, but her mates are just…they call you all sorts and start screaming if you say anything," Lorenzo finally looked up at his best friend, and Theodore can tell that Lorenzo isn't very happy with the predicament either, "and y/n/n just doesn't listen anymore, so there's no point."

There was a point though, to Theodore anyway. He didn't care what your friends thought, or about this new attitude you had adopted since you started dating Adrian.

You're back in the living room soon enough, coming to say bye, but Theodore is quick to walk over to you, not looking very impressed. He speaks lowly, "You should go change."

"What? Why? Do I look bad?" You smooth down your skirt a little, looking up at him with your usual wide eyes, a crack in this new attitude you've been showing lately.

"No," He's quick to shut down any doubt you have about your appearance, "It's just a bit inappropriate."

"Oh, don't be a prude, Theodore," One of your friends overhears, piping up in your support.

"Go change," He paid little mind to your friends, looking down at your eyes and repeating his previous order.

"Girl, you look so hot, don't let him cramp your style," Another one of your friends joins in to support you, a hand on your shoulder as she began to steer you out, "now let's go before he has anything else to say."

The second he saw you being steered out the door and towards the party, he just knows that this night is going to be one of frustration.

His prediction was correct. Only an hour and a half later he was ready to get out of there, the strongest alcohol he could find in a glass with his hand wrapped around it. Purple strobe lights, people laughing, and loud music all seem to fade into the background as his eyes focus on you. He could tell Pucey was trying to rile him up, and it was working.

His hands have been all over your body: while dancing, while sitting down, just every second of this party, and Theodore loathed it. He hated that Pucey's dirty, sleazy hands were on your soft skin, exactly where they didn't belong.

He tried to ignore it, his eyes closing as he downed the rest of his drink, slamming it down on the table. He didn't know where any of his friends were, and honestly, didn't care. He didn't want to talk to anyone or be with anyone but you right now.

He hated that he was thinking about you like this. Lorenzo's baby sister. It was supposed to be the other way around, you were supposed to be the one obsessing over him, so why couldn't he get you out of his head? Why have you been the only thing consuming his thoughts for weeks?

"Hey there, love," A girl sat down beside Theodore, a thing he loved at parties normally. The attention was something that had him feeling smug, but he couldn't even bring himself to look at her. His eyes focused on you as he hears your giggle echo through the room as Pucey whispered something in your ear.

Nothing Pucey could say would ever be funny enough to elicit such a beautiful sound. It felt illegal that he was allowed to hear your laugh, never mind be the reason for it.

"You seem tense, Theo," The girl puts her lips slowly closer and closer to Theodore's neck, her voice quieter and slower as she teased her lips against his neck, lightly grazing it, "Let me help you."

The song that blasts through the speakers had Pucey pulling you up to dance, twirling you around in his arms until his hands thread through to hold your waist. You're facing away from Theodore, completely naive to the blue eyes that follow your every move.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, couldn't have been happier to meet Theodore's cold gaze, a smirk coming to his lips as he looked down at you, then moving away slightly, only to bring a hand down on your arse.

That has Theodore on his feet immediately, hearing the yelp that you let out as he stormed towards Pucey, ripping him away from you and getting right in his face. He was taller than Adrian, towering over him too as he gets right up in his face, "Don't fucking lay a hand on her again!"

"Theo!"

"She's my girlfriend mate, I'll do what I want." Pucey only fuelled the fire of rage that burned in Theodore's chest. You seem frozen, unsure of what to do as you try and catch the attention of either boy, wanting this nightmare to end.

"Yeah, we'll fucking see about that," Before you could even react, Theodore's fist is making contact with Adrian's nose, and Adrian stumbled back for a few steps before his legs gave way underneath him and he was on the floor.

A gasp emitted from your throat in shock and horror, looking at Adrian as he groaned, holding his nose, red staining the skin. A hand grabbed your wrist, much softer than you had expected from the same fist that had just floored your boyfriend, and dragged you away.

"Theo-"

"We're going home, y/n."

The next thing you know is that you're at the front steps of your home, wanting to say something, anything. Yet, any time you took a breath of air before speaking, Theodore was sending you a look that had you shutting your mouth straight away. Something was daring in his eyes, something a lot more threatening than normal.

His grip gave you little opportunity to wriggle free, his other hand banging open the door, his foot harshly hitting it shut behind you before you are trailing after him up the stairs. He barely gave your feet any chance to keep up with him before you were in his room.

He only let go once you were in the middle of his room, the door shut behind you both. The room is dark, and you both are heaving out a breath. You can just about see Theodore's shoulders sag a little, his voice quieter as he spoke, "I don't like what the boy is doing to you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Dressing like this," He stepped towards you, his fingertips grabbing the edge of your skirt as he continued, "acting like a slut, that's not you baby, you're normally so good."

Your stomach is filled with butterflies as he looked down at your eyes, soft for the first time in weeks, "I am good, I-"

"You think tempting me like this is good, baby? Wearing this outfit and dancing with another man's hands all over your body," Your stomach flipped at the pet name once more, your heart feeling as if it's going to race out of your chest.

Your throat feels blocked up as you watch every slight move he takes, feeling as if this moment is surreal; as if you're dreaming. His voice turned soft as he spoke again, "Where'd my good girl go?"

His hand caressed the side of your face softly, the pad of his thumb swiping over your soft skin and guiding your somewhat messy hair away from your face so he can see you more clearly. You had dreamed of this moment for so long, hoping that one day Theodore would reciprocate your feelings.

The feeling of his hands on you was so euphoric that no amount of dreaming could have ever made you feel like this. This was real.

"I-" You couldn't speak, your brain feeling as if it was going to overload.

You knew this was wrong. Theodore was your brother's best friend, you had grown up with him. He was off limits. You had a boyfriend. So why couldn't you find it in yourself to pull away from his grasp?

You felt as if you were getting pulled closer to his body. The temptation is so bad that no amount of self-control could save you now. You were a goner, you had always been when it came to Theodore.

Since you had been young, you knew that you would do anything for him. Anything so that he could give you this sort of attention, and make you feel like a princess. Your rational thoughts and morals should be pulling you away, but your heart aches for him, it always has.

"You gonna show me how much of a good girl you can be, angel?" He asked, almost as if he was trying to aid you in finding your words. You could only nod your head.

Suddenly, the familiar scent of cologne and cigarette smoke overtook your senses, his lips crashing against yours in a soft, but desperate kiss. His hands reached around you to pick you up, your hands going into his soft hair, grabbing onto the strands with your fingers as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Swiping his tongue across your lips, you opened your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss as he took steps towards the bed, lowering you down onto the bed. His lips are still connected to you, and you can feel your lungs begging for oxygen, but you don't want to pull away.

Theodore does first, his blue eyes meeting yours as you slowly manage to open your eyes, your lips parted as you breathe in, trying to fill your lungs with the oxygen they had been deprived of. You follow his eyes as he slowly kisses down your neck, then down the valley of your breasts, his hands pulling down the corset, and you're quick to aid him in pulling it off.

The feeling of his lips grazing over your stomach has you hitching in a breath, watching as his head slowly lowers down your body. Then, his head is nestled between your thighs, kissing the soft skin that isn't hidden by your skirt. The hair on his head tickles them, the skin so sensitive, so unused to being given this much attention feeling so good.

With a racing heart, you watch as Theodore pulled up slightly, wanting desperately for him to touch you where you needed him the most. You ached, a feeling in you that you had never experienced before. You knew that Theodore often evoked feelings in you that you never experienced with anyone else, but this was new.

"You sure about this, baby?" You nodded your head in immediate response, but that didn't please Theo. With a light swat to the inside of your thighs, he looked at your eyes with a slightly more serious expression, "Use your words."

"Yes," The word spilt from your lips breathily, "Please."

Theodore, with a satisfied smile, came up to your face, leaning over you and softly attaching your lips to his. It feels just as surreal as the first time, and it makes your heart race just the same.

With his mouth still attached to yours, you feel his fingers brush against the fabric of your panties, just over your clit, making you hitch a breath. His fingers move the light fabric to the side, his fingers teasing against your hole.

"So wet for me, baby," The praise isn't taken lightly by you, soaking up every inch of approval he gives you.

Slowly, he adds a second finger, his thumb pressing down on your clit as his fingers curl into you, making you let out a breathy moan into the kiss that he eagerly swallows.

Your back arches off of the mattress, and as good as it feels you need more. You need him, "Theo…"

The blue of his eyes meets your gaze as you whine. You can't help it, you're desperate for more, to feel him inside of you. To take care of you and this pressure you can feel building in your stomach.

You mumble something out, a feeble attempt at getting him to speed up the process without verbally admitting that you're desperate for him. He doesn't take the hint though, not that you ever expected him to. He was torturous, tempting you and teetering towards what you wanted, but keeping you on the edge.

"Please."

It's a whisper as you let out another moan, your fist clenching his hair in your hand, grabbing onto any part of him that you can keep from pulling away.

A ghost of a smirk came across his mouth as he raised an eyebrow, "Please what, baby?"

You could tell from the familiar look in his eyes that he knew exactly what you wanted, his fingers curling up once more as they stretched lightly, stretching you out. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt slight tears pricking at your eyes. It just felt so good.

"Please," A broken whisper escaped your lips once more as you let out another moan, his thumb roughly coming down on your clit as you tried to bring your hips up, feeling a knot form in your stomach. It was so unfamiliar and had you heaving for a breath as you grabbed fistfuls of Theo's sheets.

With a final thrust of his fingers and a pinch against your clit, you came undone with a strangled moan. Your face was tilted back, mouth open and eyes closed, your hips bucking up to chase your high. You looked unreal, and Theo couldn't get enough.

When he removed his hands from you, he was coated in your bliss, your eyes softly opening, half-lidded, looking as Theodore brought his fingers up to his lips, his tongue transferring the taste of you, sweet and blissful, into his mouth. Your cheeks were tainted red when you realised what he had done, shifting about on the mattress and casting your eyes down.

Yet, you don't get much of a chance when a strong hand reaches for under your jaw, pulling him back up to meet his eyes, "Don't go all shy on me now, angel."

He could see the slight fuzz in your eyes as you stare at him, and he loved it. He liked how, simply with his fingers, he already had you dazed. His hands were soon pulling down his trousers with ease, and lifting his shirt off with one hand, leaving him in only his boxers.

You could see the outline of his bulge, and it had you gulping. You didn't know how the hell you were going to be able to fit that. He was so much bigger than you had imagined, or expected.

"Don't worry baby, we'll take it slow," He was quick to reassure you, a smug smile on his lips as he brings his mouth down to your collarbone, lightly nipping the skin as he sucked. It was definitely going to leave a mark, but that's what he wanted. He wanted Pucey to see it the next time he saw you, trying to assert some dominance on the situation.

Once he pulled his boxers down, he was soon lining up his tip with your entrance, lightly brushing it against your walls. He couldn't help himself when he asked, "Has Adrian ever-"

He began, but you were quick to shake your head vigorously, giving him a sense of satisfaction. He watched as your eyes screwed shut, soft breaths falling from your lips as he asked, much softer, "Is this your first baby?"

Unwilling to admit it out loud, you hesitantly nod your head, confirming Theodore's suspicions. He only just managed to conceal his grunt of satisfaction at being the first one to see you this way. To be the one to ruin you.

"Don't worry," His head is just beside your ear, a hand coming to gently brush the hair away from your face so not a single change or twitch in your face could go unrecognised by him. He wanted to see everything, every reaction you had as he ruined you, as he made your face twist in a type of pleasure that was entirely unfamiliar to you.

Slowly, he began to push into your tight entrance, the feeling of your walls squeezing him making him want to release already, grunting. He can hear your breathy moans of pain and pleasure as he struggled to go slowly, watching as he disappeared inch by inch inside of you.

All he wanted to do was slam into you, to hear as you screamed in pleasure, but he controlled himself, gripping the sheets with his hands to remain his discipline. You feel tiny in comparison to him.

When he finally bottomed out inside of you, you let out a strangled breath, not used to this feeling of being penetrated like this.

"You feel like heaven, sweetheart," The praise fell from his lips as he grunted once more, one of his hands coming to hold the side of your neck.

"'m so full," You partially cried out, tears leaking from your eyes at the unfamiliar feeling. It felt so good, overwhelmingly so, that you couldn't help the water that leaked out of your eyes.

His mouth came to softly kiss the tears away, your hands coming up to wrap around his back to hold him close to you. You wanted him as close as humanely possible as you slowly became accustomed to the feeling of him inside you.

"You're doing so well, baby," The praise is murmured against your cheek, his eyes closed in pleasure, "Let me know when I can move."

It isn't long before you're giving him the green light and he rocks his hips back and then forward, going slower to start with and soaking up your moans and whimpers with his mouth. His thumb pressed against your clit as he began to go faster, making your moans get louder and you become more desperate.

His hips snapped against yours and you sob into his lips, your nails scratching down his back. His hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of your body and worshipping it all. He knew he could sit and caress each part of your skin and never get bored, feeling intoxicated by the softness of it.

You were like a drug, something he shouldn't touch, something that was supposed to be off-limits, but far too tempting to leave alone. He knew that from now on, he'd never be able to let go of you, never be able to keep his hands to himself.

Your moans were melodic to him, something that he could never get over hearing. He had never had sex like this with anyone before, always quick fucks to satisfy his needs, but this was different. He felt like the barrier was broken, that you guys were connecting on a different level. Something you could never go back from. He would never let you.

The look of your parted lips, mascara running down your cheeks with your tears and your hair messy was a sight that no man but him deserved to see. He could tell you were getting close, he was too, your walls clenching around him as your moans got higher in pitch and louder.

The tears roll down harder, pouring out of your eyes as you barely manage to get your words out, "Teddy- please."

The return of the nickname has him going harder, abusing your g-spot as he hit off it time and time again, igniting a flame in his stomach as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

"There she is," He whispered to you, his lips still against your forehead, "There's my good girl."

You came not long after that, walls convulsing as you came around his cock, moans loud as he found himself not far behind, quickly pulling out as he came over your skirt and bare chest, both of you panting and moaning, lost in the sound and feeling of one another.

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ANTI-ROMANTICS, neymar jr.

“ you’re in paris, the city of love, and you have a footballer chasing after you like a lost puppy, and you’re still not convinced love is worth it? “

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hiya, yeah i’m good. been swamped with assignments recently to be honest, hence the late reply. apologies.

i don’t know much about the uni application process from wherever you’re from. i’m from scotland and while ucas annoyed the hell out of me, it was pretty decent for the most part. ucas is the website you write your application on btw.

genuinely one of the most important things when it comes to doing school work/applications etc is taking breaks. don’t know how many times my brain has been begging for a break and my eyes are just scanning pages and not taking anything in lol. but yeah, try make time for yourself, chill out and keep doing what you’re doing!

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“ i should have been thinking about him. but i was thinking about you. and i fucking hated -hate- you for it. “

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elizabeth tsang-webber isn’t sure what to make of life. she had always been so sure of herself, of the direction she was heading in, but a growing relationship with a particular karate boy has her questioning everything. her life, a once consistent chaos, has spiralled into something she can’t control.

she needs help to find her feet again but the person she wants it from, seems more of a guilty indulgence than her best option. she should be getting help from louis, she knows that, but she can’t help but picture the brown-haired, green-eyed karate boy when she should be thinking of him instead.

now she’s conflicted. on what she wants, who she wants, and she just wants it all to stop. she shouldn’t be feeling this, but she can’t help but feel like this is right. maybe it is.

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THEODORE NOTT

SHARING YOUR TREASURES [2.1K] - theo wants what he can’t have until he can have it. 

YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY GIRL [6.6K] - theodore nott was your brother's best friend, and had been the boy of your dreams since you first lay eyes on him. everyone knew that. so it's a surprise when you suddenly get a boyfriend, and theodore is determined to show you why he's the better choice. always has been and always will be.

LOVEBITES AND POTIONS [1.4K] - theo doesn’t like it when other boys come up and try talk to you, and he decides that he needs to constantly remind them that you’re taken. even if that means marking you up. 

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sharing your treasures

word count: 2.1k

summary: theo wants what he can't have until he can have it.

ship(s): draco x reader, theo x reader, draco x reader x theo

warnings: fem!reader. mentions of sub!reader. a bit of swearing. mentions of smut.

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the great hall was bustling with noise as you sat at the slytherin table, your boyfriend, draco, beside you, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders. you laughed at something blaise said, taking a bite of your breakfast.

you looked over at draco just as he was casting his eyes over to you, both sending each other warm smiles with fondness glimmering in your eyes, before returning to the conversation, draco replying to what blaise had said. you and draco had been dating for a few months and had been friends for a few months before that.

every second with draco was amazing, and you wouldn't have given it up for anything.

you were so wrapped up in the conversation, that you didn't notice the eyes that were on you. not the silver eyes of your boyfriend, but the blue of his best friend, theodore nott. his eyes had barely left your face all morning, too wrapped up in the open affection that draco was showing to be able to even touch his breakfast.

he couldn't help but feel guilty at the thoughts that entered his head. that should be me. that was his best friend, but he couldn't help it. if only he had been faster, if only he had told you sooner, if only he hadn't been such a pussy. he'd never forgive himself.

draco was happy, you were happy, and he couldn't complain. he wanted the best for you both, even if it meant each other, but he still couldn't help but feel a little bit regretful.

he never normally had trouble with girls, he approached them without hesitance but you were different. he already cared for you, being friends for a long time beforehand, so he couldn't approach the situation with the same ease as he did with other girls. draco didn't seem to have the same problem as him.

"theo?" he doesn't even hear someone calling his name, too deep in his thoughts to even acknowledge that someone could have possibly noticed his lack of interaction. someone nudges him on the arm, then again, but a little harder, "theo, you alright there, mate?"

he blinked, almost as if being snapped out of a trance. his eyes met draco's puzzled features. draco, after realising he isn't getting an answer, reiterates the question, "you alright, mate?"

"yeah, i'm fine," theo denies, but he can still tell that there's uncertainty in draco's gaze. draco doesn't fully believe him, he knows that, but he also knows that draco won't push it, and that's good enough for him. theo's eyes very briefly cast over to you, to see that you're looking at him too. you don't have the same suspicion in your eyes, and he can't help but let out a mental sigh of relief.

nothing very interesting happened at breakfast after that, and theo is quick to get up and out of his seat, and set out for class. you don't let him get away that easy though, half running to catch up with him.

"teddy," you said, catching his attention. you're the only one that ever calls him that, and he'd punch anyone else if they called him it too. yet, when it's you, it's like honey coming off your lips.

he doesn't reply as such, he only hums in response to let you know that you can continue. his eyes look over at you, only to find that you're staring at him too. you don't break the eye contact as you ask, "you sure you're okay?"

he let out a breath, looking straight forward again, "yeah, just tired."

it's not long before you reach class, and are sitting down beside each other. you guys chose your seats at the start of the year, which is why you are sitting next to theo instead of draco. you and theo had been very close friends at the start of the year, and there was no point getting everyone to shuffle around just so you could sit with your boyfriend.

the class went ahead like normal, and theo found himself at peace, not tormented by his thoughts of you and draco and him. worksheets are put down at his side of the table, which he barely even notices, not until you go to reach over, your hand resting on his to maintain your balance. something erupts in his chest when he looks up to see you bending over him.

his eyes filtered to your boobs before he can stop himself, encased in your loosened shirt, with your tie barely even pulled up. he let out a shaky breath but he can't seem to pry his eyes away. his mind is instantly filled with dirty thoughts about how pretty you'd look with his cum painted over your chest, about how they'd bounce as he trusted into you relentlessly.

he cursed in his head as he felt his dick harden, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. he hated how much you affected him, you drove him crazy and you had no fucking idea.

classes zoomed by after that, and eventually, you guys find yourselves sitting in the slytherin common room. everyone else appears to have retired to their rooms, it's only your group left, who slowly also seem to be disappearing off to their rooms.

when pansy and mattheo finally head off, leaving you, draco, and theo alone, draco turned to you. your eyes met his silver ones as he spoke, "head off to the room, i'll be in soon."

you give him a quizzical look, but all you're met with is an arched eyebrow as to why you haven't moved her, and soon enough, you're getting up, with a small pat from draco sending you off. as you walked away, you turned to theo, "g'night, teddy."

"night y/n/n," he nodded, sending you a small smile. not a word is spoken between the two best friends until the door closed behind you, theo letting out a sigh.

"i think i'm gonna head off too," theo went to get up, but draco is quick to stop him from doing so.

"stay with me, theo. i have something i want to talk to you about," something about those words set off alarm bells in theo's head, but when he made eye contact with draco's silver eyes, he knew that he couldn't just run away. draco was his best friend after all, of course they would talk to one another. it was nothing for concern.

with his hand around a glass, rings clanking against it, legs spread and white shirt half unbuttoned, draco almost looked intimidating, but not to theo. draco cleared his throat before he continued, "i know you like, y/n."

theo had no words. there was nothing he could say to make up for what he had done, crushing on his best friend's girl. he knew he couldn't lie to draco, he knew him too well. draco would see right through his deceit.

"draco, i-" theo was quickly cut off when draco put his hand up, signaling for theo to stop talking.

"i've seen the way you look at her, nott. you would be stupid to believe that i didn't notice," draco shook his head, not at theo, but just in general. his eyes cast away into the distance as a silence filled the room.

theo's eyes never strayed from draco's figure, his heart beating wildly in his chest. he couldn't stand up for himself, there was nothing he could possibly say that would be of any use to him here. he just has to wait for draco to unleash on him.

"y'know, maybe i should punish her for being such a slut, thinking about other men. i would, if i didn't believe that it'd be good for us," draco met theo's eyes once more, seeing the shock grow on his face. y/n wanted him. you wanted him. it felt surreal, "she wants you, and honestly, i want you to join us too,"

draco's normally never this open with anyone, and while he does tell theo stuff, he still can't find himself believing the words coming out the blond's mouth.

"i dunno man..." theo trailed off, casting his eyes down to the floor as he shrugs. of course he wants to, he'd jump at the chance to be with you, but something feels amiss to him, and he doesn't want to seem too eager in front of your boyfriend about fucking you.

"what? you trying to tell me you don't like her? I've been watching you the last few weeks, i see how you look at her."

theo just shrugged at draco's words, "she's still your girl."

a smirk comes onto draco's face, and theo knows that any slither of doubt that draco had about theo not liking you is out the window. he should have denied it, but he couldn't find it in himself to deny his thoughts, his feelings, or his dreams about what he'd do to you.

"she could be ours. i'm not one for sharing normally, but you're my best mate, and it isn't like we haven't done it before."

when draco finally came into the room, you pouted at him, "what took you so long?"

you had been waiting for what felt like forever at this point, thinking that he would literally be following behind you after saying goodnight to theo. yet, it seemed that he must have got caught up doing something. you, however, had been doing what you always did when draco sent you away, kneeling on the bed, waiting for him.

draco walked over to the bed, hooking his fingers under your chin and lifting up your face so you have no choice but to meet his eyes, "i was getting you a surprise. looks like we need to work on our patience, hm?"

"surprise?" you asked quizzically. that's when draco's eyes go towards the door, and he moved your face so you also face the door.

you're confused, but you don't say anything, just waiting impatiently as you see a shadow at the door, then, a figure walking in. tall, fluffy hair, leaning against the doorframe. theo.

his blue eyes immediately met yours, making your eyes widen and your mouth drop a little in shock. theo, noticing your confusion, turned to draco, "i thought she knew."

"she did, she just didn't believe you'd want to do it. she thought you didn't like her," draco replied, not even looking at theo, just studying you, kneeling on his bed. your eyes don't move off of theo, and you don't even notice that draco has beckoned him over, giving him permission to act on all those fantasies that had been plaguing his mind for months.

your eyes followed him as he got closer, going far too slow for your taste. you had been waiting too long for him to go this slow. theo replaced draco's frame right in front of you on the bed and you're forced to crank your neck up to look at him, his fingers, like draco's had been, hooked under your chin.

"i heard that someone's been wanting me to make them feel good?" you don't use words, you simply nod your head. theo, however, isn't very pleased with your lack of verbal affirmation, tightening his grip o your face a little, his voice turning more stern, "words, baby."

"yes, teddy. i want you so bad," you let out in a hurry, your heart beating so fast.

"aw," he mockingly pouted, "is malfoy not making you feel good enough, princess?"

"watch it, nott," draco warned, yet there isn't much malice in his warning. he knew that theo was only joking, and he knew from the way he had you screaming and fucked dumb that you knew theo was joking too.

theo, turning his attention towards the blond, sent him a cheeky smile, before his full attention returned to you. draco watched on, his white shirt unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled up past his elbows, arms crossed over his chest.

"didn't think i'd come, did you, love?"

"no, teddy," you affirmed what draco had told theo.

theo stroked your cheek with one hand, his other hand reaching down tauntingly slow to grab your boob, squeezing it before he spoke, "dumb bunny, don't worry, i'll show you exactly how much i want you."

your eyes briefly cast over to draco, just to make sure that you were allowed to go ahead with this. when your eyes meet the silver of your boyfriend's, he nodded, "go on, my love, show theo how much of a good girl you can be."

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crush and burn

summary: Heyy! Love your imagines!Could you write one for Amazing Spider-Man where reader is in hurt really badly and is inconsiderable danger and is rescued by Spider-man? Thank you

ship: tasm!peter parker x reader

word count: 1.7k

a/n: REQUESTS ARE OPEN! i’m working through the few I have rn <3 i should be studying but peter and andrew are more important x 

Peter was exhausted, his muscles aching and screaming for a rest. However, he didn’t listen, continuing to swing through the city. The rush he felt was indescribable, not like anything else, and could not be nearly replicated by any other action. It was freeing and allowed him to get places much faster than walking through the sea of people that usually lined the roads of New York.

It also allowed him to watch over the city without his sight being hindered by those around him. He landed on the top of a building, letting himself catch his breath as his eyes filtered over the mixture of mid-rise and high-rise buildings that were in his line of vision.

The sun was setting, the sky painted with all sorts of oranges and yellows and hints of red. It was peaceful, giving Peter a sense of serenity before all went haywire once more, the chaos seeming to have arrived when his eyes spotted dark, violently grey clouds in the distance.

He wasted no time swinging off once more, growing closer and closer to the crowds. He could see all the commotion, with people crowded around the bottom of the building, blue lights flashing in his peripheral vision. However, he couldn’t seem to focus on them when he noticed which building has caught on fire.

He landed on the ground, amongst the panicked crowd. Families from the buildings watched on, hugging their children and their family, wives, and husbands. Some people were getting treated, some were wheeled into ambulances, and others were just treated on the site. He went up to one of the firefighters, “What happened here?”

“We’re not entirely sure, we haven’t been on the scene for long, but everyone was mostly evacuated pretty quickly. We’ve got everyone as far as we’re aware, but we-”

The firefighter droned on, but Peter had stopped listening to him. His eyes continued to try and filter over the crowds, trying to find you, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t see you at all. From the corner of his eye, he saw a man, roughly around your age, in a panic, trying to get through and get someone to listen to him.

With a flurry of brown hair, and a slight squeak in his voice, Peter quickly identified him as one of your neighbors. He remembered him one day, when he had been visiting you, and chatted non-stop with you at the door while Peter tried to hide, and conceal his laugh at the very fast pace he was talking at. The man’s talking speed rivaled that of Eminem.

“Hey, are you okay?”

The man turned to Peter, panic evident in his eyes as he began to speak, “No one will listen to me. There’s a girl, her apartment is 13B, I can’t find her anywhere, I think she’s still inside. I saw her only half an hour before the fire alarm went off, she didn’t mention her going anywhere but no one will listen to me. Please help!”

That was all he needed to hear.

Bricks on the side of the said building were a nasty black, and he knew they’d stain that color. Windows stained with smoke that begged to escape, to dissipate into the grey, storm-like clouds that hung above. His heart beat fast in his chest.

He wasted little time climbing up the side, something he had done many times, yet this time it was with much more panic than before. He knew exactly what window it was, he had climbed up there far too much to just forget. It was the best part of his day, something that provided him some much-needed comfort and downtime after a busy, adrenaline-filled day.

Before long, he was trying to claw the window up, noticing that you had locked it. It was something he had scolded you for, having it unlocked as if some intruder was going to climb to the thirteenth floor to steal from some random, small apartment. Of course, today was the first time you listened to him.

He didn’t waste a second, shattering the glass with his foot, entering through the now broken window. Shards littered around his feet, and maybe they would have glinted in the light if the room wasn’t already filled with what looked like fog, but he knew was much worse.

“Y/n?” He had called out, loud, trying to gather any attention possible. His eyes scanned the room that he knew you had tried so hard to decorate over the past months, now all ruined, dull, and burned. It wasn’t your apartment that had caused the fire, there weren’t enough flames, but he knew from the damage it must’ve been one of the surrounding ones.

No answer came back to his call.

“Y/n!” He called again, this time much more panicked.  

His heart was thudding painfully against his chest, and he felt frozen on the spot. He was used to situations like this, saving people from burning buildings, and crashing ones. Fighting crime and saving people from danger became second nature, something he never froze at anymore. Yet, when it came to you, it was a different story.

He started thinking the worst, at your lack of reply. His brain went into full panic mode at this. He couldn’t live without you, his best friend, especially when he hadn’t told you yet. You were the only person he could trust, so the idea that you were gone had his emotions crashing and burning around you, much less the building.

Then, he heard a cough. It was enough to spring him back into action, running towards where it was. Smoke attacked his lungs as he busted the bathroom door open, finding you huddled on the floor. A towel was over your mouth, trying to stop the smoke from evading your lungs, but the white towel had turned grey, and probably had been like that for a while.

Your eyes were starting to shut, with wet hair stuck to your bare skin. That’s when he realized you barely had anything on. Another towel was held loosely around your body, and Peter grabbed a dressing down, covering your figure, before using his hand to guide your face up to look at his.

He felt suffocated by the smoke, so he could only imagine how you felt.

Peter looked down at your face, nearly closed eyes, fallen face, you looked almost peaceful, ready to sleep, but he knew the real reason. His eyes tried not to well up in tears as he picked you up, “I’m going to get you out of here, okay y/n?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, taking you fully into his arms and curling you against his chest, keeping your dressing gown on securely before busting out of the window that he had smashed earlier on. He swung through the city, but it wasn’t long before he arrived at his place, after all, it was only a few blocks away.

He knew you’d have his head on a stick if he even thought about letting your neighbors see you like this. He entered his house, opening the windows to allow fresh air to surround you both. It was cold, he could feel it when you shivered. Surrounding you with blankets, he laid you down, opening your airways and allowing the crisp air to enter your lungs.

He tugged his mask off, letting his breathe as he stared down at your body. He was slightly out of breath, simply from panic and worry, but he didn’t care about any of that. Only you. Tears gathered in his eyes as he touched the palm of his hand to your face, letting him feel you move around softly, letting him know that you were okay.

He still called a doctor regardless. He wasn’t taking any risks when it came to you.

“Pete?” Your hoarse voice called out for him, your eyes slowly starting to open.

“Hey,” He spoke to you, a slight crack in his voice as he sat lightly down beside you on the bed. He could tell you weren’t entirely sure what had happened, wide, inquisitive, and panicked eyes staring back at him. He had some ash on his face, which he must’ve wiped off of his suit, and you could feel an ache in your lungs.

“I don’t-” He could hear the panicked crack in your voice as you lightly shook your head with the energy you could muster.

“Hey, it’s okay, my sweet girl,” He whispered, comforting you. He put his now bare hand on your cheek, wiping away some of your hair and using his thumb to draw small patterns, “You’re alright don’t worry.”

“What happened?” You asked slowly, before starting to cough.

Peter helped you sit up, letting you lean against his side with his arm holding you up, your head against his shoulder, “There was a fire at your apartment, I got you out but you were pretty out of it by the time I got there. I’ve called a doctor.”

The position you guys were in was pretty intimate, but at this point, Peter didn’t care if he was being too obvious with his feelings. He wasn’t sure if you were too tired to reject his affection, or maybe you wanted it. That thought to him seemed too hopeful, but he couldn’t help the thought when he saw the small, slight smile on your face.

“I don’t need a doctor,” You murmured, but he knew it was a tired attempt of a joke, especially when he thought about how he used to tease you for being scared of doctors when you were younger.

He hummed lightly, a smile on his face, “I know you don’t. Why don’t you sleep for a little while longer? He’ll be here soon.”

You lightly nodded your head, letting him lay you back down into bed, brushing some hair away from your face before getting up quietly. Yet, just as he was leaving to give you some well-deserved rest, you called out, “I love you, Pete.”

It wasn’t something you guys were unfamiliar with saying, yet this time, there was a slightly different tinge in your voice. Something that felt more meaningful, an energy shift perhaps. Peter hesitated for a second, looking at you with love in his eyes, and a slight smile on his face, “I love you, y/n/n.”

[caramelcal]

i can’t wait for the next part bb <3 this was so good!

Nothing Lasts – Newt x Paige!Reader (The Death Cure AU) (Part 1)

Gif not mine. Credits to the original owner.

Summary: The story takes place in the Last City, where Newt and the reader, Ava Paige's daughter have built their lives. Reader suspects that Newt may be contracting the Flare. {Requested}

(I'm not good at summaries. Read the ficlet yourself :))

Word count: 2.057

Pairing and other characters mentioned: Newt x Reader, Ava Paige

Warnings: none I can think of

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates. I'm on my senior year and math is kicking my ass. Leave some feedback if you liked this, tho, it took me like, three weeks to write. :)

Also, if you wanna be added on the taglist, let me know.

Song recommendation: Look Outside, the World is Ending - Owsey

“Do you think they’ll ever find a cure?”

You reluctantly looked up from the pipette you were holding. “I’d like to believe that,” you answered, your impenetrable tone disclosing you weren’t to talk about this.

This new girl, whose name you didn’t bother memorizing, asked a lot of questions. You couldn’t blame her, though. From what you had heard, she had settled in the City about a month- or so- ago. Yet, she hadn’t been able to enroll in school until the beginning of the current week. This was due to the strict precaution measures. WCKD had to make sure neither she nor any of her family members were contracting the Flare.

“How long have you been living here?”

You wanted her to quit asking questions. You couldn’t concentrate. However, you forced a smile. “Fourteen years,” was all you said. After the Sun Flares, you thought.

The truth was, you had been living in this city, the Last City, for most of your life. You were three years old when the Solar Storms occurred. The aftermath was devastating- your small town became a desert-like wasteland filled with the burnout remains of your house, your school, the movie theatre your parents used to take you to every weekend. Even as a toddler, it broke your heart. And you still ached thinking about it.

The bell rang, signaling the end of your last period. You quickly removed the latex gloves from your hands and tossed them away to realize they were covered in sweat. You grabbed the rubbing alcohol and scrubbed your hands until your skin felt completely dehydrated.

The new girl observed every move you made while quietly collecting her AP Chemistry books from your desk. “Germophobe?” she questioned as if she was joking, yet her expression was neutral. You arched your eyebrow at her. She was clearly clueless about the hygienic protocol of the school.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” she murmured as you exited the lab together and you parted ways.

You hurried down the busy hallway to your locker. All you wanted to do was find Newt and go home. But, oddly enough, he didn’t wait for you by your locker. You simply stood there for a couple of minutes, until you decided to search for him in his last class for the day.

“Hey, have you seen Newt?” you asked Oliver, a friend of Newt’s who didn’t really interact with, but you guessed he was your best chance of finding out where he was.

Oliver shot you a hesitant glance like he was trying to decide if he should tell you or not. “He got sent home by the nurse. He had a headache or something.”

A headache.

At that moment, you swore you felt your heart dropping in your stomach. You tried remaining calm, but Oliver saw the color draining from your face and put a hand on your shoulder- usually, you’d never allow anyone physical contact, but you didn’t react lol.

“A headache does not necessarily mean he’s infected. It can be just a headache.”

But he’s been getting headaches for over a week now, and they keep getting worse.

But you didn’t say that. Instead, you turned around and left without saying a word.

Oliver called out your name, but you ignored him. You needed to get to your car as soon as possible, so you got to Newt. As you sprinted to the parking lot, a million thoughts crossed your mind- where could he possibly get exposed to the virus, who could have likely transmitted it to him- and most importantly, what were the chances of you contracting it.

His being infected didn’t make enough sense in your mind. You hadn’t been separated a single moment throughout your days for over a year now. Sometimes, not even at nights, because your mother had a deep feeling of sympathy for Newt and couldn’t bear knowing he was alone in this cold, empty apartment on the outskirts of the City.

So, if Newt had somehow gotten infected somewhere, you had gotten infected too. You tried recalling any symptoms you might have been experiencing lately, but there was nothing. Nor fatigue or headaches, or irritability. The thought eased your mind some.

Your Mercedes tires squealed as you made a U-turn and exited the school’s parking lot, ignoring the countless honking horns. **

You fidgeted nervously with the ring on your finger while waiting for the traffic light to turn green. The route to Newt’s apartment wasn’t a long one. But during rush hours, it could take you up to twenty minutes to get there.

Your finger hovered over the call button for a good minute before you finally had enough courage to dial your mother’s number. She probably wouldn’t pick up, but you figured there was a chance she was on her lunch break.

“This is Dr. Ava Paige. Unfortunately, I can’t answer your call right now. Please, leave your message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

You let out a sigh. Leaving a message was an option but not a good one. Newt needed medical attention immediately, and he wouldn’t be able to get it if you didn’t manage to contact her. Going to the hospital as an uninsured citizen to get tested for the Flare was impossible. Newt couldn’t afford it, and his pride wouldn’t allow him to let you pay for it either.

You hadn’t managed to get a hold of her until you reached your destination. You did leave her a voice mail to call you as soon as she heard it.

The door to Newt’s apartment building was squeaky. You were well aware, however, of the fact that nobody would bother to fix it. Not many of the residents were left there, anyway- it was only Newt, an elderly lady and her cat, and a single mother of two boys. For the most part, however, the place seemed utterly abandoned. The corridors lights didn’t turn on anymore, and the elevator didn’t work. You had to turn on your phone’s flashlight to get safely to the fourth floor, where Newt’s apartment was.

For a moment, you remained still in the dimly lit corridor. You felt like time had stopped as you stared at the door opposite Newt’s apartment. His neighbor, a middle-aged man whose name you never asked, was exiled last week. He worked as a guard at the WCKD headquarters, and he had somehow gotten infected. Within two hours, the Government had emptied his whole apartment. You hadn’t paid attention then, the moment it was happening, but now it hit you. This would happen to Newt, too. He’d get exiled, and they’d erase his existence.

You suppressed the thought at the back of your mind, and with every bit of courage you had left, you knocked on his door.

Newt didn’t answer the door on the first knock, the second one, or the third one. By that point, your anxiety had gone through the roof. Using the extra set of keys he had given you for emergencies, you unlocked his door to reveal nothing but darkness.

“Newt?” you called out. If he hadn’t heard you knocking, he had definitely heard you calling out for him. It wasn’t a big apartment, after all- about 30 square meters. Sure enough, you heard the bathroom sink shut off, and a few moments later, Newt appeared in the dark hallway.

“Hi,” he said. His voice was husky as if he had just woken up. Without thinking twice about it, you pulled him in a tight embrace. He hesitated to return the hug, but eventually, he gave in.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. You didn’t know what he was sorry about, but you didn’t ask.

Newt ran his fingers through your hair. He must have been trying to make you sleep. And he’d succeed, if he hadn’t broken the silence.

“You only connect me to this world.”

His voice was barely above a whisper, which made you wonder if he was talking to you or himself. You didn’t know what he meant by that. Thus you didn’t know what to reply to him either. So, to let him know you’re awake, you intertwined your fingers with his.

“It’s weird. I love the sense of aliveness. I feel like I’m walking through the world, but I don’t quite connect.”

He missed the Glade. You had tried denying it over and over, but there was no denying anymore.

There was a long moment of silence.

“I’m sorry for what I did to you, Newt.”

Newt fixated his eyes on you.

There was no hate in them.

But there was no love, either.

There was nothing.

“There’s no need to apologize,” he murmured. “You saved me, Y/N.”

You had indeed saved him. He wouldn’t have survived Phase Two of the Trials had you not pursued your mother to exclude him from the experiments. However, as grateful as Newt could be, he wouldn’t allow himself to forget about the friends he left behind.

The vital difference between him and his friends was that they were immune to the Flare. The experiments were to be conducted on immunes because they had a chance of survival. The ones susceptible to the virus would participate in the Trials solely for observation and die a slow and painful death.

Newt would prefer to become a guinea pig with an expiration date than live a somewhat normal life. And he had hated himself for getting out of it, though he wasn’t really given a choice.

“I know the feeling,” you whispered. Newt arched his eyebrows, which was your cue- you had captivated his attention. “I had always felt like a thin sheet of glass was between me and life. As clearly as I could see it, I couldn’t touch it. I kept scratching, but I couldn’t get in.”

Newt grasped the idea of what you were saying but couldn’t understand the actual meaning of the metaphor.

The truth was, you had been watching him. Throughout the three years he was trapped in the Glade, you had been watching him through the glass, through the screen monitors in the WCKD headquarters. Day by day, you fell for him harder. You had been anticipating for him to get out, and before he even knew it, his fate was determined.

Of course, he had no idea about any of this. And you weren’t planning on telling him.

“Are they alive?” he questioned, a hint of desperation in his voice. You gave him a sad smile. “I don’t know,” you responded truthfully. “I wish I could give you the answers you want. But I really don’t know, Newt.”

He let out a sigh. “You’re a good person, Y/N. I wish your love was real,” he whispered, his eyes not meeting yours anymore.

You blinked. “What are you talking about?”

Newt shot a sitting position on the bed, and the small lamp on his nightstand illuminated his facial features. He was paler than usual.

“You’ve loved me from the beginning, without even knowing me,” he pointed out, “and the reason for that is because you were lonely.”

He wasn’t wrong, but he was missing the point. Newt had been led to believe you loved him because your loneliness had left you no other choice. You were, indeed, suffering from the kind of loneliness that never went away. However, it wasn’t the reason why you fell for him.

You took a shaky breath. “You’re wrong.”

“The trouble I had fitting was putting me into a box with no way out,” you spoke softly. “And I know you felt the same way.”

Newt lit a cigarette. “How would you possibly know that?” he questioned, offering you one. You were silent for a long moment. Your cigarette had almost turned into ashes when you finally replied. “Because you tried killing yourself.”

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[caramelcal]

not sure when you’ll see this, but how are you doing? we all miss you! I hope everything’s well.

thank you lovely. i love and miss everyone that reads and interacts with my fics, and this comment has made my day. i have been swept away with life, but i’m trying to get things back on track and i’m more inspired, so hopefully some new fics coming soon! <3

i hope you are all well, and don’t worry, we won’t be rid of me for a long time :) just let me know what type of stuff you all want to see from me and i’ll do my best to make it happen!

[caramelcal]

i miss your one shots angst of peter:(

hi hi lovely! don’t worry, more is on the wat. swamped with assignments and just other irl things rn, but as soon as i have the time i will be back! <3

[caramelcal]

Hello. Fool for you says completed but there is no part 4 or 5?

hi, thank you so much for pointing this out, it shouldn’t have said that!

unfortunately at the moment, i am very uninspired with that series and don’t know how to take it forward, and there is no fourth or fifth parts. i’m so sorry, i know how frustrating it is that it says completed and it’s not (i’d be super annoyed too) so it’s been changed!

super sorry again, thank you for letting me know lovely <3