Dating Jack Marrowbone Would Include.

dating jack marrowbone would include.

summary 📣: dating jack marrowbone would include

warning/s 🚫: n/a atm

slater’s note 🗯: there’s no jack marrowbone fics/imagines on here and it makes me sad!! so i decided to write something myself to put my mind to rest

➪ he’s very protective of you

➪ and always wants to have a hand on you when you’re around, which sounds weird but he low key has separation anxiety and wants to at least hold your hand

➪ cheek and forehead kisses

➪ dancing

➪ i absolutely adore this idea and it would be something like a quiet night with the record player playing in the background to fill the silence and he’ll just stand up and offer his hand to you

➪ you’ll stand and it’ll just be a silent, peaceful dance with his hand wrapped around your waist while the other holds yours gently

➪ he would hum along to the song quietly, causing his chest to vibrate against yours in a calming way

➪ you absolutely adored sam and would hold him tightly anytime you’d see him before it all went down

➪ jane was like your best friend and you could tell her anything

➪ she’s the one who got you and jack set up together

➪ billy would try to teach you how to fish before jack took over

➪ he’d always ask you whether or not if you liked jack before the two of you started dating and you’d shamelessly say “yes”

➪ when he has nightmares, you’d comfort him

➪ he always wants to keep you safe but sometimes he lacks to realize he’s the one that needs saving

➪ he tries to put on a big front to try to protect the people he loves and never wants them to see his breaking points

➪ you always try to help him but he wants to think he doesn’t need any and pushes you away

➪ “jack, please just let me help you, please.”

➪ “i don’t need your help, i’m fine.”

➪ but whenever he has little anxiety attacks, you try to catch them in the beginning by squeezing his hand tightly, even pressing kisses on the back of his hands

➪ he’s very sweet though and gentle with you

➪ he likes running his finger tips along your bare skin

➪ like dipping his finger down along your hip bones, stomach, cheek

➪ he absolutely adores you

➪ he reads to you at times, such as like before the two of you go to bed or just sitting out on the porch swing

➪ nature hikes

➪ walking along the beach without your guys’ shoes while holding each other’s hands, swinging back and forth

➪ he likes brushing your hair out of your face so he can see your eyes better

➪ he loves touching your face, dragging his thumb along your cheekbones and jaw

➪ he preps your face with kisses

➪ whenever your sad he holds you tightly with his hands wrapped around your waist, pressing kisses in the crook of your neck while he whispers sweet things in your ear about how much he loves you

➪ he’ll pick flowers in the field out back behind the marrowbone house for you

➪ he’ll write nice notes whenever he’s out when you get home

➪ “i think of you always and forever. i saw these flowers today and they compare nothing to your beauty. see you soon love x”

➪ he has the prettiest laugh and you just melt every time it rings through your ears

➪ attempted to braid his short strands of hair and sticking small flowers throughout it

➪ he loves you in sundresses, he thinks you absolutely glow more then you usually do

➪ he likes the way it flows around you body as you dance around mindlessly

➪ “you look stunning, love.”

➪ the two of you talk about marriage a lot and he says things mindlessly like:

➪ “i’m going to marry you someday, dovey.”

➪ “i’ll make you mrs. marrowbone.”

➪ being absolutely in love with each other

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parings. louis partridge x named!reader

prologue of tbd parts

about. in which louis and chicago are both very unstable catholic boarding school students just barely hanging on by a thread of alcohol and drugs... until they meet each other

things to know before reading. reader’s (you) name is chicago, the rest of the cast is right here

warnings. swearing, sexual themes, underage smoking and drinking, catholic religion based (but i’m not catholic so it’s not going to be accurate and i’m sorry if i offend anyone who is)

put a pin in this. this used to be an old wattpad book of mine (which was in real bad writing because i didn’t like to edit at all and still don’t but-) and i wanted to post it here... with a few minor changes

“i’m not going to give you fifty bucks even if there was something in it for me.”

“c’mon, it’s for weed,” josh practically stumbled after sabrina as she made her way down to her last class of the day. she rolled her eyes as he got closer and closer with needy hands that would never be satisfied unless he had an unlimited supply of blunts in his hand, which would never happen... because josh was broke.

“josh, you’ve sucked me dry of basically all my tuition money, i don’t have 50 bucks for weed,” sabrina loosened her grip slightly from the books she held in her right hand. she didn’t have time for josh nor his stoner problems that blossomed in the eighth grade, “ask finn.”

“that’s who i’m buying my weed from.”

“just give him the money, sab,” louis eyebrow lightly quirked as he blew smoke from his mouth, not really wanting to hear anymore of the bickering that would so easily fly from josh’s mouth.

“shut up, louis,” sabrina rolled her eyes despite listening to his words, stopping, and leaning against the wall as she begun to dig in her front skirt pocket, “you’re paying him next time.”

she handed off the money to josh with his grabby hands while giving louis a pointed look who wasn’t even looking, sucking at the tip of his cigarette with nothing to fill his eyes with entertainment. just blank and filled with dead, dead feelings.

“louis,” she snapped her fingers full heartily while josh scampered off like a dumb dog with a rewarded bone in his mouth, “louis.”

“what?”

“you’re paying him next time, got it?”

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” he waved her off, turning away slightly while she took off into her class.

he pursed his lips, looking around before throwing his cigarette on the polished, green pristine floor. nothing filled his head but noise. noise of teenaged snotty girls and boys full of high self esteem and their toxic talks. he soaked it all up, feeding on it like a sickness as he looked at his nice shoes for a moment.

he felt sick in the head before patting his pockets in desire. desire of something to make him go blind for a couple of hours. blind from the real world painful sights of boring old school and boring old generalization of life.

°•

“chicago, you got five seconds before paulson kicks your ass.”

you squinted up at the sudden sunlight that swelled in your vision... and then your eyes met odessa’s bright blue eyes, filled with concern as she reached out for you.

you met her half way, your practically limp arm falling into her stable one, hauling you to your feet before slinging it around your back, making sure you were steady.

“how much you on right now?” odessa guided you down the hallways, glancing at you every once and awhile as your head tipped back like it had no stability or awareness of what was happening or what it’s job was.

you didn’t answer her. you were barely even conscious let alone had the ability to process what your friend was asking you or where she was guiding you to. all you could think about was how colorful the walls were and how everything was swelling like a purple bruise.

it made you want to throw up.

“you’re gonna kill yourself with how much you’ve been taking recently.”

you groaned in response, rolling your head as sweat begun to dip down your forehead and the back of your neck, your hair beginning to fall from it’s volume. you looked horrible, worse than usual with how much your recent addiction was taking a heavier toll on your mind and body.

it gave you the shakes during class when you weren’t on anything, and you sweat like a dog making it looked like you took a shower minutes before. you felt like you could barely breath half the time and you could barely sleep without taking at least three doxepine.

everything was hell unless you were high, but unfortunately it was killing you and it seemed that everyone could tell.

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in which louis and chicago are both very unstable catholic boarding school students just barely hanging on by a thread of alcohol and drugs... until they meet each other

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with dreams came rain, part one. thomas x green-eyed reader

summary 📣: in which thomas has a dream about a pretty girl with pretty green eyes from his past

warning/s 🚫: “angst”

slater’s note 🗯: au but also still follows the storyline of the scorch trials (part two?)

sleep was hard to come by now a days.

the heat of the scorch sent thomas over on edge as he would have barely have time to sleep before being woken from deep sweats of stress and bad dreams that were always the same and always reoccurring but always so short.

he’d lie awake at night with his hands folded over his chest while his eyes studied the surface of the sky. dark and blue with tiny little lights that were just barely visible through the usual clouds full of thunder and lightening but never really rain.

he’d think and he’d hope for sleep and for peace to come to his mind at last but he knew it’d never come.

when sleep did come, he’d wish for the dream.

the dream with the pretty girl around his age with memorizing pretty green eyes filled with youth and spark. he could see the soul in them, full of harmonious joy that gave him life, that fueled him with happiness.

it was always the same. begun the same, ended the same, never with a hello nor with a goodbye.

and that angered him. he was always set mad with the lack of time he had. he wanted more. he wanted to say goodbye.

“look at the sky, thomas, look how pretty.”

everytime he saw you, it always rained.

literally rained. water fell from the sky, drenching the dry, hot sand. blinding any live eyes of the scorch.

“looks so soft and...”

“...calming.”

he held you closely and tightly with his arm wrapped around your back while the other held your arm, making sure you were stable up close on top of him.

“you make me feel calm... you make me happy, thomas,” you rolled over so your chest was fully pressed against his, hearts connecting, hands lacing together like puzzle pieces.

he felt like he couldn’t breathe. everything you were doing he wanted to last forever and yet he hadn’t had the slightest clue who you were despite everything feeling familiar.

like this was done before, you were real and not a figment of his imagination. every repetitive touch you shared together, every kiss, every word, every noise... it seemed all real and all just a distant memory that his subconscious was pulling up for a sense of relief.

“i feel stuck in my head when i’m not with you,” you whispered, lips moving closer to his, every inch closer to desire and praise and relief.

relief from the built up tension in his stomach. relief from the scorch. relief from WICKED, being hunted, seeing his friends dying, starting life over and over again. it was all relief once your lips touched his.

“please, never leave me.”

he should’ve known it was a dream by how good he felt and by the words that fell from his mouth so effortlessly and mindlessly and by how he didn’t worry about anything.

his stomach felt like as if there were a million tiny bunches of bubbles swarming and consuming every bit of him as he took in every bit of you.

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

it always ended there. the fantasy world of soft colors and warm weather began to melt away and disappear, slipping from his finger tips no matter how hard he tried to grasp it, hold on tightly, but that only made it fall away faster.

and then it rained.

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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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interview of the month. louis partridge x reader

summary 📣: in which reader and louis have a strong passion of hatred for each other- despite the two of them being bestfriends

warning/s 🚫: swearing, starts out strong but dies half assed

slater’s note 🗯: i’m obsessed with making interview type imagines 😭 also this is TRASH because i gave up halfway in the end

how’d the two of you meet?

you glanced to louis as he continued to read the question. you pressed your lips into a thin line, thinking of the first time you had ever encountered the boy right next to you.

“uhm, this dumbass crashed into me at the skate park,” you jerked your thumb to louis who begun to shake his head, “he’s trash at it.”

“you always tell this story wrong,” his head still shook while he tugged at his bottom lip, “see because we met in brooklyn and you spilled your coffee all over me.”

“no because we met in london,” you begun to think it through, wondering whether if either of you actually remembered when you both truly met. “that skate park was in london and i spilt coffee on you a whole entirely different time.”

“we never met in a skate park.”

“yes, we did,” you argued, giving him a pointed look, “i know we did because i still have a scar from your board.”

“no, no, no, you got that scar from a different time, when we were with my sister,” he pushed back against your statement, his head shaking again.

“well that’s a different scar.”

“what are these scars? pull them out then.”

your face twisted up, leaning forward in slight confusion as louis had his hand pointing toward your leg, where he very much knew where there were scars from your true first meeting.

it was then did his face tell you that you were right all along, the two of you did meet at a skate park, he just didn’t like being wrong.

and when he was wrong, he hated admitting so.

your face expanded at the cheeks into a smile that came with an accusing pointer finger, directed towards the boy, “i’m right.”

“what?” he scoffed, a guilty opened mouth smile spreading across his face, “no, you’re not.”

“please, you’re a horrible liar, louis.”

“shut it.”

what’s your favorite activity to do when together?

you rolled your eyes, recovering from the last question before squinting them, trying to get a better look at the screen before the two of you.

“she needs glasses,” louis says suddenly, his eyes crinkling together as he looked to the crew behind the camera, “that’s why i’m a faster reader.”

you rolled your eyes again, shooing his comment off, “i’d say hanging with his sister because i don’t actually like hanging out with louis.”

“no, she actually loves hanging out with me because i can drive her around and she can’t,” he looked over to you, your eyes immediately meeting his as you watched his plan unfold in his pupils just as it came out of his mouth, “she’s failed her last two drivers test.”

he held up his fingers making a two in the air causing you to grab onto his wrist, forcing his hand back down to stop embarrassing you, your cheeks starting to burn. that only made his smile increase, as he looked to you.

he looped his pinky finger with yours just as you were letting go of his hand, now settled out of the camera visual. you looked up at him as he still stared at you with the cockiest smile.

you shook your head, “i only fail because this dipshit thinks it’s funny to call only to patronize and terrorize me each time before i take the test.”

he shakes his head in return, as if he had no idea what you were talking about, like you were lying. it made you want to strangle him as he stared back at you with his taunting stare, a smirk sewn in his features as he knew you wouldn’t say anything else- even as he himself hadn’t said anything. 

sometimes you think louis did it on purpose because he liked driving you around.

“i swear to god, i’ll punch you in the jaw.”

what is your favorite quality of one another?

“y/n’s actually really funny and i enjoy being around her,” it flowed out of his mouth so effortlessly like a perfect lie. that’s what it seemed like, a lie.

there was no way louis was going to compliment you without a struggle. he would usually pop out a few jokes before getting down to the basis of an actual answer. 

that’s why you stared up at him, completely dumbfounded with a mix of disgust, “shut your trap louis partridge.” 

“woah,” he laughed before looking into the camera, “she’s never been good at accepting compliments though.” “louis, shut your mouth, when have you ever complimented me?” “all the time!” “you're a horrible liar!” you scoffed, hitting his arm lightly, “i can see it in your eyes that you know what i know and that’s that you don’t ever compliment people and you absolutely suck at it when you do so.” 

“i don't know what you mean,” his voice came out strangled from the laugh that he forced out with it. he knew you were being truthful and it made him awkward, due to not wanting to admit that he sucked with being empathetic. 

“whatever, compliment me now,” he shook his head after awhile, “what’s your favorite quality about me, dear?” you bit your lip, turning your head from his as you thought of something nice to say about him, something you liked about him, “hold on let me think.”

“you got no time, miss, hurry this up.” “jesus, give me a moment, lou.”

you tapped your finger against your lip frantically before spitting out the first thing that came to mind, “you have nice... hair?”

“i’ll take that. although i’m quite offended that’s all you could think of.”

“what do you mean, your answer wasn’t even genuine.”

he rolled his eyes, “just accept the compliment and tell me i’m a good boyfriend.”

“a good boyfriend?” you almost gasped as if struck stupid by that word.

“darling, you know i’m a good boyfriend, you just don’t want the world to know it because they’ll be all over me even more than ever.”

what’s your favorite activity to do when together?

“this question again?” louis groaned, tilting his head to the side making you lowly laugh. 

“well we never really answered it.” 

“that is not my fault.” 

“it’s not mine.” “shut it, we like to watch movies together i suppose.” 

you narrowed your brows at his answer, crooking your head towards his direction, “louis, we’ve watched a movie once together and it ended with you whining because you were bored.”

“well, they didn’t say anything about lying,” he shrugged, “and i did quite enjoy my time with you then.” 

could you see each other living together in near future? 

“no, i’d cut his head off within the first hour.”

“surprised i’d even last that long.”

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