Like Clockwork. Eli Moskowitz X Reader

like clockwork. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader and eli always have the same routine

warnings 🚫: swearing, talk of abuse but it’s not actually abuse, toxic relationship like REALLY TOXIC

slater’s note 🗯: i am literally so mad, i was going to post a robby fic tonight but it didn’t save so hope this holds you guys down. also it’s short :,)

“suck my dick!”

“you were always so dramatic.”

“just the way you like it though, huh eli?”

you had the nastiest look on your face that made him wince so hard, but he recovered, quirking an eyebrow, “you were always a brat.”

“awh,” you popped your bottom lip out, shinning the big puppy dog eyes he always fell victim to, “but what does that make you, the biggest fucking asshole to walk this earth?”

“say whatever you need to say, whatever makes you sleep at night, princess.”

clock work, just the clock work.

the only thing that kept you from ripping your hair out was the thought of this only being clock work. something that had to happen in order for you to get to the next step, to be able to be closer to the goal.

and the goal was always the same, being together.

it was rather ridiculous, but it was just how it worked, it was how your relationship with eli functioned and how you got through the days without tearing each others eyes out.

“why don’t you just... end things, y/n? for good?”

“because i love him.”

“that’s not how it should work though. y/n, if you really love him you need to just let him go... for good.”

it was a nightmare to think about life without eli though, you cared for him so much that you couldn’t imagine going a day without calling him yours, without his gaze on you, the gaze that made you feel like you were in the stars.

“fuck you.”

“that’s right, fuck me, because everything i do is my fault.”

miguel couldn’t even comprehend how the two of you even functioned with each other, it never made sense. one minute you’re all lovey dovey, on top of each other, can’t get enough of one another, but the next he has to hold back eli from choking the shit out of you.

the boy dipped his head into his hands as he continued to listen to the two of you argue back and forth in the other room. everything was going perfectly fine till the next moment he found you hovered over eli, yelling at him about whatever it was that you yelled at him about.

and it was all the same, always the same. girls, boys, girls who talked to eli, boys who talked to you, girls who flirted shamelessly with eli, boys who flirted shamelessly with you. all the same.

“why don’t you just... why don’t you care? why can’t you just fucking show emotion when i talk to you?”

“are you fucking kidding me, y/n?” he inhaled sharply, his shoulders ducking forward as did his arms, reaching out in expression, “i can barely get anything from you! show emotion? how about you take your own goddamn advice?”

“shut up!”

miguel glanced over to sam who chewed on her nail, pacing the floor as she also listened, hoping to god it’d be over soon.

“maybe if you supported-“

“maybe if i supported you? that’s all i do, what do you think i’m doing? you think i’m here just for a good time? ‘cause-“

“it sure seems like it!”

fuck.

it always ended with someone crying. that someone being you. and it always ended fast, falling from the sky and out of no where. so fast it made your stomach hit your throat, guilting you into tears as he’d leave.

he’d leave, but he’d be back.

he’d always be back and it didn’t matter when or where or how, it just happened and you’d be there with open arms, welcoming him whole heartedly.

yeah, he’d be back.

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pretty boy. louis partridge x reader

summary 📣: in which reader and louis share their first kiss

warning/s 🚫: swearing

slater’s note 🗯: i never really wrote a fic in relation to “romance” (or whatever) for louis so here you are

louis was so pretty, you could hardly believe he was standing right before you with his stupid brown beautiful eyes that slowly grazed across yours every once and awhile as he spoke and laughed.

you hadn’t seen him in a long time with the killing schedule of boarding school weighing on your back while his growing career made it impossible for you to ever see his pretty face.

his hair was longer and curling at the nape of his neck, eyes underlining with a dark shade of red filled with lack of sleep.

and he was taller, his shoulders slouched with the heavy pressures of the things that filled his soul these days, work, acting, friends, skating, playing the piano. his white tee shirt held up onto his shoulders, covering the chain wrapped around his neck.

you could see it dangle, waving back and forth as he leaned over, hitting against his tanning chest and the fabric of his tee, the shirt cutting it off from dipping any further into the air as he would lean.

he had such a pretty face with his dimples that poked into his cheeks, pinning them up high as he smiled, a laugh usually following the opened mouth smile, his teeth white and tongue poking out in amusement.

it reminded you of when you were a child, when you’d dip your toes into the cold water creek close to your house next to the boy you watched now, only younger but just as careless and silly.

he’d stick his tongue out mindlessly while in full concentration, whether that being trying to cross to the other side of the cold water creek close to your house, the current splashing strongly against his ankles or the simple task of coloring a picture.

you had adored the boy then and even more did so now.

you learned to fall in love with him even more in the past week of your break from boarding school, learning and picking up on more and more of his little things.

such as the way his eyes just barely peaked out from his brow hair when it got messy and fell from being pushed back with gel. his eyes usually seeking out for yours, a soft smile following.

and the way he seemed so much more intense, impulsive, really. having to do everything right in that moment, his movements always quick and meaningful, usually pulling you along up the mountain of activities by the thread of your fingers.

but when he settled down, he really did so. taking deep enjoyment in the calmness of the cool london air from underneath a cafe umbrella, with you usually across from him, ready to poke and tease him for the black shades he wore, even as it wasn’t so bright and harsh of sunlight.

he found just as much pleasure in the quiet and blissful winds just as the chaos and quick moving moments. he learned so much from when he was just fifteen, and even though he was much older, he had grown with events and lessons that took place in his life ever since you had left.

he wanted to tell you so much, to tell you of all the people he had met, to tell you of his old friends that continued to stay in that same position, to tell you of travels, and books, and his family, and how he so so missed you.

you’d watch with complete and utter focus of content, feeling a sweet sensation of being finally home, being home with him.

“i always thought you were the prettiest boy i’ve ever seen,” you whispered up to him once you were close, his head dipped down close to yours as you laid your hand against his warm cheek.

you felt silly for saying it but you had thought you’d never see him again and while being on the last day of your visit from boarding school, you saw your chance.

he took a step closer to you, laying a hand on your own cheek, stroking his thumb against your cheekbones, reaching all the way down to your jaw.

he could fall in love with you just as you did with him and all simply because of your bright eyes that made him melt. your whole entire soul and heart poured out from your irises, eating him away as all he wanted to do was be with you fully and forever.

he wanted to hold you, hug you, kiss you, do anything and everything to make you aware of all the heavy affection he had for you that burdened his mind.

“i adore you, pretty,” he thumbed your cheek before leaning his head close to yours, turning it up to the sky at the slightest to meet your lips better.

his lips were soft and he was gentle, his other hand now meeting the other side of your cheek, making sure your close, making sure he can feel you and every bit of you. and you melt to his touch, your back laying lowly as you begun to feel more calm, leaning into his slim, warm body.

you exhale into the kiss, a feeling of relief overcoming you as if every one of your problems was lifted from your shoulders and away into the foggy london train station air.

“don’t go,” he whines, his lips still just barely connected to yours, a pout beginning to fill his lips, “i only want you to stay, nothing else.”

you have been waiting for those words since you were thirteen. well not exactly those words but something along those lines, something that linked him to wanting you.

you loved him since you were ten, longed for his attention since your teens, even more then he had already given you, and now, at seventeen he held you in his arms, now he loved you just the same as your heart did of him.

“just stay, and i’ll be yours.”

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i do what i have to do, part one. bellamy blake x reader

summary 📣: in which you point your gun at someone you never thought you’d point at

warning/s 🚫: swearing, gif not mine

slater’s note 🗯: idk if i wanna do a part two but probably will

“pike!”

nothing could bring you down from the high cloud of anger that filled your mind like a fog machine. the saturation and tension building up higher and higher, making your head want to explode as you marched closer and closer to the man you were about to kill.

“miss y/l/n,” a small smile filled his lips, a friendly one for an old friend, not catching onto your very angry tone, “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

it took you by surprise that he recognized you, let alone knew your name and voice. it had been so long and you were sure that the only thing he would’ve remembered of you was the simple delinquent that tried to pull him off of john murphy, something that seem like a distant memory from a past life.

“i’m not sure this will be a pleasure for you charles,” you drew back your arm once you stood less than a foot away from him, sending your fist for the center of his face.

just as fast as you pulled away from the punch, you tugged out your gun, aiming the barrel of the tool to his face, inches away from his nose. it made him twitch and raise his arms slowly in caution.

“tell me why you killed three hundred innocent people sent to protect us for no goddamn reason?”

“now, miss y/l/n,” his voice began to layer out in nervousness, low and almost shaken as he stared hard into your eyes, “don’t take me as a fool but those people were far from innocent and not sent to protect us.”

he added a little laugh to the end of his sentence, like it was common sense that indra’s army was more of a threat rather than a help, like you were a fool for believing the better of people.

“we can protect ourselves.”

“bullshit,” you say it fast and loud making him flinch before sighing in realization that it was only your voice and not the gun. sound was becoming numb and blending together the more he stood there in a weak point. “the only reason you’re alive right now is because i didn’t shoot you the first sight i had of you in the woods.”

“that’s different.”

“is it really?” you tilted your head slightly, questioning his logic with shooting before questioning.

the first time you you had really seen pike on earth, you hid in the trees, watching him and his crew stomp through the woods, looking for the rest of arkadia, gun aimed straight for his head.

if it weren’t for kane, he would’ve been dead in the forest floor, ridding you from the situation you were in right at that moment.

it’s silent as you stared at him roughly, eyelids scrunched and only revealing so much of your angry pupils, “the last time i checked you said use your resources, not kill them.”

your referral to the class he had taught just before you were sent down to the ground made him hesitate, his eyes finding the ground as he tried to think of a way to back himself out of the deep corner he was already in.

“it was not your decision to kill those people,” you sucked in a breath, “you had no fucking right-“

“y/n?”

you almost swore aloud as you heard his voice and then saw his sweat gleaming face full of confusion. you knew you’d run into him, but you prayed he wouldn’t butt into your chaotic arrival so you wouldn’t have to shoot him too.

“bellamy, go away.”

“y/n, don’t shoot, you don’t understand-“

“bellamy, don’t think i won’t pull a gun on you too,” you glanced at him, hesitating to look away from your target who was slowly lowering his hands.

he thought bellamy was going to save him and it made you uneasy as to why pike thought that. it was becoming very obvious that the man knew something between the two of you with the way nervousness was beginning to escape his exterior.

“y/n, think for a moment,” bellamy rose his arms while slowly moving towards you causing you to act out of impulsion, raising another gun quickly, pointing it in his face just as pike.

“y/l/n, you don’t understand. we had to do it, they would’ve killed us if we hadn’t killed them first, it wasn’t a risk i was willing to take.”

“no, you killed them because you were scared, pike,” you watch his arms slowly go back up, falling right back into a place of vulnerability. “and because you were scared, you put a target on our back, you killed every single one of us.”

“y/n, just listen.”

“bellamy, shut up,” your head knocked toward his direction, a warning look feening on your face, begging him to keep his mouth shut because you were so close to the edge of pulling one of the two triggers in your hands, “shut up.”

“you’re making a fool of yourself, miss y/l/n,” pike’s voice rose an octave, deepening as if to intimidate you, but you were still the one with the gun, “put the weapons down and we won’t be forced to shoot you.”

“go ahead. you shoot me, guess where the bullet of my gun goes? your head.”

“y/n, please, put the gun down”

“listen to bellamy, y/n,” his voice drops again, this time into a more soothing tone, “bellamy’s always been one to trust, right? so why question his ways now?”

you narrowed your brows slightly, curving your head to give him the strangest look, like you were baffled as to why he would say something like that.

he caught on to your questioning look, his facial features easing as if telling you to hear him out, but you didn’t want to do anything along the lines of doing so.

“look at how many times bellamy has saved you, kept you safe... you’ve never questioned him and his ways before so why do it now? he’s trying to keep you safe.”

“i’ve never questioned bellamy before because he was never under the influence of a egotistical asshole who thinks violence is the answer to everything,” it was a little biased as bellamy was the exact same way but at least he had a little heart to him.

when you first met bellamy, it took everything in you not to strangle him and every decision he made, but as time continued on and he got used to his environment and role, he became tolerable and no longer made decisions that only benefited him, but more or so what was good for his people. you found a good friend.

but now, you hated how he seemed to be backtracking to the slick back asshole dressed in a guards uniform with a stupid smirk and taunting remarks.

“y/n, you trust me?”

“not anymore,” you eyed bellamy from the side, seeing his heart dropping through the core of his eyes. hurt. “how could you do this?”

“i had to.”

“no, you didn’t,” you shook your head, voice filling with hurt as well.

“think back to mount weather, y/n. think about how everything bellamy did, was for you.”

you frowned, your eyes going back to pike, “bellamy didn’t give a shit about me-“

you felt a sudden pressure on your chest as your arm was swung up in the air, the gun firing as your finger pressured onto both triggers.

you hit the ground and realization came upon you once you realized bellamy laid on top of you, one of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other gripped your one arm tightly, the one that was pointed at him.

you lifted your head off the ground slightly, not hearing anything but silence, wondering what had happened.

and to your wish, you shot the man of violence.

...but in the shoulder, and he laid on the ground with people beginning to swarm him. it was then did the silence become loud and noise slowly begun to fill your ears like water.

you felt winded. the pressure of bellamy hadn’t helped either for his whole body weight was pressed against your chest and stomach.

you groaned, hands reaching up to press against his chest but all you could do was squirm from underneath his weight before he grabbed onto both your arms, pinning them above your head.

you let go of the gun you shot pike with, allowing it to fall to the ground, finally falling to the pressure of his intense influence on your body.

“do anything and i’ll kill you.”

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home. thomas x reader

summary 📣: in which reader and thomas share a close moment wondering if they’re finally home

warning/s 🚫: naked fluff, swearing 

slater’s note 🗯: thomas has blue eyes in this okay? 

it was peaceful. 

the high pressured water knocked down all the pain away, all the soreness from running and rushing away from all the past problems that happened in the last few day. it all went down the drain. 

the heat made your skin go numb in the most sensational way, the best feeling that had ever touched your skin in the longest time. you wanted to stay in there forever, but something was drawing you away into your new profound home. 

you turned off the faucet, running your hands through your wet hair before stepping out of the shower, the cold air immediately nipped all over at your skin, surrounding you in coldness. it made you shiver while wrapping the white towel hung next to your stall around your body.

the room seemed to be completely empty, taking you by surprise since just like you, no one had had a proper shower in years. you shifted back and forth on your feet, the cold, wet tiles pressing hard against the bareness while you thought, soon noticing you weren’t the only one that still occupied the the shower room. 

the water echoed loudly throughout the hollow, tiled filled room. it sounded lightly of a rainstorm, reminding you of afternoons in the glade when heavy water droplets fell from the previously clear blue sky, roughly crashing into the ground and tearing up the grass. 

it didn’t feel real. none of it. hours ago you could've sworn there no other world out there than besides the glade, and no other people than besides the hundreds of boys that came in and out of the glade, death stealing them from their feet. 

until thomas. with his crazy ambition and pretty blue eyes that drove you wild and out of your mind. the things he did within a couple of days you couldn’t ever do in a couple of years. he saved you, every one of you. 

“hey, pretty boy,” you peaked your head through the thin manila material that shaded everyones eyes away from the person in the shower stall, that being pretty crystal blue eyed thomas. 

how'd you guess?

he turned around, slightly shocked before realizing it was you, his facial features softening but yet slightly surprised still. 

“nice ass.”

“shut up.” 

you smiled up at him, admiring the way his eyes were shining back at yours, full of feverishness, high of energy. the rest of him looked worn out, your eyes dragging away his own, studying his low held shoulders, bruised, but clean. 

“you gonna join me or not?” 

you dropped your towel, your smile expanding at his words. you had never been with him personally, not this personally anyways. he was always a rock for you the moment he came from the box, finding a strange sense of comfort in him, as did he with you. 

the moment you met thomas, you immediately saw something you never saw in other boys that came to the maze.

he had a court of hope that filled his eyes. it looked like he never slept, and for that, it also looked like his mind never stopped racing, never stopped thinking. he was special, he didn’t give up, he wasn’t okay with the fact that he was trapped unlike the other half of the boys who were rather comfortable with it. 

he was a prodigy of hope. 

“you talk to all girls that way, thomas?” “never met one until now.”

he held you close, his fingers pressing deeply into your hipbones as his eyes filled your own, full of admiration, consuming every feature of yours. he had an amused look on his face as he begun to pull you closer and closer, soon pulling you beneath the hot water.

his amused smiled expanded into a playful one as the two of your were now completely emerged in the warmth of thick droplets of steaming hot water.

your chest was soon pressed against his before the eagerness got the better of the both of you. his head dipped down close to you until the both of your mouths were pressed against one another’s.

a tension of pleasure begun to build up in your stomach as he worked his lips against yours, sucking before your head dropped backwards letting a low exhale of pleasure escape past your lips.

the slightest opening of your mouth made him take his chances, slipping his tongue against yours.

“you sure kiss like you have,” you pulled away, a smiled swarming your face as you watch him roll his eyes before cupping your cheek, kissing you one last time on your lips before pulling you into an embrace.

you had never felt that way before. a strange sense of comfort filled your stomach like a glass of juice. it added onto the warm ness of the shower as your cheek was pressed against thomas’ bare chest while his chin was pressed in the crook of your neck.

he pressed soft, wet kisses against your shoulder making your stomach go warm in happiness, a different happiness you had never felt before. you had never felt such a fast yet long euphoria made from such a closeness you had with nobody before.

you pressed a soft kiss against his chest before pulling away slightly, looking up to the boy with full admiration, “you think we’ll stay like this forever?”

“what, in the shower..?”

“no,” you lightly laughed breathily, “happy, safe... home.”

he pressed his lips together in a thin line, his eyes reaching the far top of the ceiling, thinking and thinking before looking down again, meeting your eager and rare innocent looking eyes.

“we’re close, baby, real close.”

you melt. your hand reaches up to touch his face lightly, thumb caressing the light cut along his cheekbone. he closes his eyes lightly underneath your soft touch, soaking up how gentle you were.

“you’re home to me, thomas,” you whispered, continuing to stroke his cheek before you paused, rubbing your lips together before jumping up on your tippy toes, kissing his pretty lips.

maybe it was too fast, too random, too out of pocket... but you felt as if you needed to say it. you wanted him to hear it no matter how short of a time you knew him.

“i’ve never felt this way about anyone, no one has ever made me feel this safe,” your hand tracked to the back of his neck, running your fingers through the back of hair, “you feel like home.”

oh dear peter. louis partridge x reader

summary 📣: in which reader is a mermaid and louis is a foolish boy called “peter pan”

warning/s 🚫: swearing, my lack of mermaid knowledge, a short-short little story with no romance

slater’s note 🗯: i’ve been listening to pirate/mermaid inspired playlists on youtube and i wanted to make a peter pan story so here you go

“you never visit me anymore, peter.”

you gazed up at the young boy who was laid down against the tall rocks from above, his bare back pressed against burning stones while his arms were shoved behind his head.

“a boy has so much to do on this island, y/n,” he didn’t look down to you, “i got things to do and only have so much time for play.”

you rolled your eyes, dramatically flopping down against the rock you were propped up on.

all he did was play and tease the foolish pirate that was floated out all the way on the other side of the island. never work, and even if there was any, he would make his little lost boys do it for him.

“peter,” you whined, rolling onto your side, “you used to have all the time in the world for me... now all you do is fool with that silly pirate with a hook for hand.”

he stayed silent and you almost wondered if he heard you. you assumed he was only ignoring you. peter could never really ever deal with confrontation and either decided to ignore it or tell a silly story.

“i went to neverpeak mountain with a quart of pixie dust the other day and you’ll never guess what i saw here near the lagoon,” he was going with the silly story, a smile running up on his face as his back arched a little, “millions of neverbirds swooping around and picking down on something and you’ll never guess what it was.”

“what, peter pan?” you hummed, your lips pressed into a thin line as you begun to slowly play into his amusement.

“it was a pirate!” he called in a loudness as if rejoicing, his arms swooping up in the air, “they were eating him away, can you believe it, y/n? i wonder how he got all the way out here...”

he voice drew out slowly and lowly as he begun to wonder again like the first time he spotted the bloody and highly unusual boned man that was flat against a rock.

peter could still remember the loud but light and distant screams the resonated throughout the cove. it made him curious as he squinted before flying towards the messy scene.

“i remember that,” you mumbled, “nixie was the one who lured the man out.”

“she’s crazy for it,” he shook his head, tsking before he sat up properly, “but all you fish do silly things when you get lonely.”

you swung yourself up quickly, scowling up at him but he paid no attention to you, a plain smile on his face as he watched the sun begin to set.

“i’ve got to go little fin,” he stood crossing his arms before looking down to you, “i’ll see you when the sun reaches east and the cove begins to sink... maybe i’ll bring a lost boy or two.”

he nodded in fulfillment before flying off into the purple sky. you watched before shaking your head, you knew he was lying, you knew it, he knew it. he wouldn’t be back for at least a couple of months, or however long that was in neverland time, but he wouldn’t be back for awhile.

and when he did, it wouldn’t be for long, but he’d be there and maybe that time he’d kiss you like the first time you met his pretty boyish face.

“goddamn fairy boy.”

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