GOD, FORGIVE ME

GOD, FORGIVE ME

GOD, FORGIVE ME

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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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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✧.* ABOUT ME.

i. name & nicknames

⤷ hey! i’m slater (or if you wanna get personal ricky/riz)

ii. pronouns

⤷ my pronouns are she/they, i don’t really care which you refer to me as :) but yes i am a girl

iii. zodiac sign

⤷ oh also my zodiac sign is libra (i have no idea what that means hehe...) so if you guys could tell what that makes of me PLEASE DO

iv. fun facts

⤷ orlando bloom is my original love 🥰😋

⤷ i’m kind of obsessed with myself but i also obsess over a lot of boys (and a lot of females) but take that out through writing! (and i don’t really write for females but if you were to request it, i’d probably write it)

⤷ i’m apart of the cobra kai, american horror story, lost, shameless, x-files, peaky blinders, the maze runner, (fear) the walking dead, and so many other fandoms that i cant name off of the top of my head 😭🕺

v. extra

⤷ my inbox/pms are always open and i would love to talk to some/all of you :) please message me cowboys and girls!

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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as someone who’s been in the kind of relationship (if you can call it a relationship bc we weren’t actually dating- it’s complicated) that you wrote about in “like clockwork” i just wanna say that you nailed it.

the whole concept of ‘the fact that it’s clockwork and we just have to get through the bad and we’ll get back to the good’ is. agh. so accurate

i wanted to stay anonymous because i’m for some reason paranoid that this’ll get traced back to me irl but i just wanted to say that i really resonated and ty for writing it because it was really well written 😌

hi bae! completely understand your reason for staying anonymous and i would just like to say thank you!

i also am glad you’re out of the relationship that you resonated with and i’m sorry you had to go through that. you deserve better and i hope you are doing well!

anyways thank you again, i was kind of nervous about posting it but yeah.

inbox is always open, have a good day and drink your water <3

her laugh. newt x reader

summary 📰: in which newt calms reader from her anger against gally

warning/s 📬: unedited, blue eyed thomas

slater’s note 📮: uhh this originally was a thomas fic but oops

gally could tell he was losing power just as much as anyone could. it was obvious he was no longer the center attention once the boy with pretty blue eyes entered the glade with chaotic curiosity for the truth with him.

gally was angry with the way thing were folding out before him, with the way things were changing. it was all right before his eyes happening so fast he couldn’t even do anything but yell.

you could see the anger inside of him, fuming to the brim as you stared intently, watching him go off about how thomas was breaking the rules and deserved to be punished.

you bit your tongue, resisting the urge to argue with the wall of bullshit he was building. he was completely ignoring the fact that even though he did break the rules, he saved two important people of your glade.

“the rules are the only thing that have kept us together, why now are we questioning that?” gally looked around the circle of the eight of you before looking back to newt, “you know alby would agree with me on this.”

“don’t bring him up,” you mumbled, shaking your head as rubbed your finger tips against your bottom lip.

“what?” gally raised his eyebrows as if taunting you, challenging you speak up against him again and with how close he leaned towards you, you would usually shut you right up but it only fueled your fire more.

you looked up to him, challenging him right back, “don’t talk about alby, gally. he’s not here right now, so you don’t know what he would agree with.”

“well someone here needs to state the obvious and that is the fact that of new greenie here needs to be punished.”

“yes, and that someone is newt,” you gave gally a pointed look, “there’s a reason you weren’t pointed as second in command.”

his eyes just about popped out of his head as he stared you down. it seem as though he was about to strangle you if you hadn’t exited the tent.

you felt heat rise to your cheeks as an unusual amount of feeling overwhelmed. you knew that was about to bite you in the ass near future because no one ever felt the need to stand up to gally but rather allow him to bitch it out. it never really was worth the fight.

“hey, wait,” you felt a hand reach your shoulder before rather roughly turning you around to face them, to face newt, “calm down, cowgirl.”

you shook your head as both of newt’s hands reached on both sides of your face as if steadying you in place. he smiled lightly, his eyebrows rising as if questioning if you were alright.

his eyes dazzled and it made you swallow roughly, “he’s going down too hard on him, newt, and if he doesn’t knock it off i’m gonna punch him in the gut.”

“settle down, alright?” he gave you a light pointed look, amusement twinned up and around his slowly forming smile, “you’re too pretty to worry about big old gally and his problem with the new greenie, okay? i’m starting to get worried he’s gonna strangle you before you can do it yourself.”

you rolled your eyes, nodding your head for no entire reason of agreement aside to bring peace of mind to newt. you laid your hand on his, slowly bringing it away from your rosy left cheek, moving it so you can hold it tightly.

he nods, satisfied with the simple nod, “alright, now before you do anything crazy... i want a kiss as a reassurance that you’ll somewhat listen to what i’ve told you.”

you rolled your eyes, shifting your head from left to right before reaching your hand up to the side of his head, rubbing his cheekbone, “you’re not getting a kiss that easy, babe.”

he smirked, his hands going back up to clutch your head tightly, shaking his head, “you know you’re really lucky i like you.”

you smiled, before giggling loudly, something that rarely ever happened and made newt smile even harder as he begun to press kisses all over your face and lightly on your neck.

your laugh became louder and louder and more heads begun to turn your way as the sweet noise echoed throughout the glade. your laugh was always nice to hear, it brought sweet thoughts to the young boys’ heads, reminding them of better things that went far from the glade and the maze.

“alright, alright, alright! i’ll kiss you,” you smiled widely, trying your best to pull away from his strong grip full of love.

“good,” he whispered, pulling away finally, waiting for you to lean in, pressing your lips against his. “alright, now try not to kill anyone, love.”

“cant promise anything.”

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