The Older Boy, Part Two. Eli Moskowitz X Reader

the older boy, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader’s friends warn her about the older boy with the red mohawk but she doesn’t listen

warning/s 🚫: swearing

slater’s note 🗯: omg slater finally uploaded 😮

part one, part two

hawk: miss me princess?

you squinted your eyes from the bright glare surfacing from the screen of your phone. it had to be about close to midnight and it was almost something you expected, this text.

he always texted late, always catching you minutes before you decided to clock out for bed, and always drawing out your sleep schedule. so instead of going to bed at 11:30 like normal, you ended up wide awake well around two hours later.

y/n: you flatter yourself too much

hawk: is that so? thought you always looked forward to our nightly convos

y/n: other than them being nightly, sure

hawk: i’m a busy man

you rolled your eyes, “sure you are.”

y/n: that’s probably why i never see you outside of school then huh

you couldn’t careless on why you never saw hawk outside of school. it seemed to be rather a blessing from all the things you had been hearing about him lately. it was just fun to tease.

he liked being teased as weird as it sounded, it fired him up as he stared at the screen of his phone, smirking. hawk knew you knew why you never saw him and why he never saw you. you guys weren’t friends, barely acquaintances, only two oblivious lonely people who wanted someone to fill their hormonal needs. 

hawk: you never see me sweetheart because you never want to

y/n: that’s a lie

hawk: is it?

y/n: i’d love to see you

hawk: i’m sure you would, but face it princess, you’d chicken out halfway through before you’d even see my face

y/n: lies, you sure you’re not talking about yourself?

but was it really a lie? you wondered, thinking whether or not your wits and nervousness would overcome you before you actually saw the face of eli if you were to ever hang out with him.

you bit your lip thinking about earlier today when moon said to stay away from eli for rather obvious reasons. one being he was violent and angry a lot of the time and two... he was a teenage asshole who’d fuck you over the minute you showed vulnerability.

hawk: let me come over if you’re not a pussy

you bit your tongue at the sight of the message. great, you thought. now you had to come up with some excuse only to prove hawk right; that you were a pussy. the thing was, you didn’t actually think he’d want to see you.

it was like a silent agreement that your relationship was flirting only, nothing else. he was like a side hustle along with all the other boys who hit you up through your snapchat.

y/n: sorry babe, i only let boys who actually talk to me in real life come over

hawk: alright, fuck you lmfao

eli mindlessly smiled at his phone screen while shaking his head. he knew you’d be a challenge, and he knew you’d turn him down any minute or mention of hanging out.

he found taunting and teasing you amusing and sometimes the highlights of his days but sometimes it also got boring with how you didn’t put out as easily as the other girls.

y/n: sorry bud

hawk: alright, goodnight princess ;)

°•

it was uneventfully windy as you stood outside waiting for moon’s red car to pull up and drop you home. you almost swore as you came into realization that she probably forgot about you, again.

you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you checked your phone once again, absent of any notifications that would relate to moon.

you were beginning to feel sick, the kind of sick that resonated in your stomach from a sprout of loneliness. you shook your head, pushing yourself off the brick high school wall deciding you better start walking now if you wanted to get home before five.

your feet begun to burn five minutes into walking the shortest route you could think of as a way home, “fucking, moon.” you shook your head, taking out your phone again. she always had the strangest memory problems and seemed to always goes m.i.a. the moments you need her the most, such as.. when you were desperately in need a ride home. 

“need a ride?”

you almost jumped in surprised, not realizing a car had pulled up next to you as you were focused on your phone. you dipped your head down to the low window of the old red cadillac pulled up next to you, their windows rolled down, old rap music turned down low in order to speak to you. 

eli.  

“nice car,” you quirked your brow with a slight impressed smile. he was one of the last people on earth you would expect to give you a ride despite your conversation the last night. 

“you want a ride or not, princess?” “oh, i wouldn’t want to ruin your special me time, hawk.”

“get in the fucking car, y/n,” he rolled his eyes, quickly done with your bullshit as he put the car in drive. you reluctantly got in the nice car, swinging your bag to the floor as you couldn’t help smile to yourself. 

“you know i’ve never been in a karate kid’s car before,” you mumbled lightly, examining the interior of the car better, your fingers running against the smooth dashboard, impressed by how well restored the old car was. 

“is that so?” he glanced at you, a slight smirk on his face. 

“who restored the car?” you mumbled, your eyes still looking around almost like a kid in a candy store, only more subtle, trying to hide the fact how impressed you were with the car. 

he glanced at you again, almost taken back by the question. it was never a question he had heard before, especially by a girl. he smirked, trying to hide his own surprisal, “you know larusso? guy helped me out with it.”

“nice,” you mumbled, leaning back into the seat, done with your examination. 

it was silent now, and you almost sat comfortably if it weren't for the voice in the back of your head yelling at you that the whole thing was a bad idea. you wanted to ignore it so badly, because you had never actually ever saw a red flag from eli other than the fact that it’s basic knowledge he’d a fuck boy. 

he seemed like a generally good guy. no not a good guy, a guy that was your type. eli wasn’t at all the good guy type but more or so the douche that was only nice to certain group of people, you being on of them. 

because he wanted to fuck you. 

“got something on your mind?” he glanced at you, almost nervously like you'd hop out the window with any wrong move he made. 

“no,” you said it fast making him smirk, almost as if he knew what you were thinking, almost as if he were familiar with the typical female anxiousness. familiar with the fast talking, redden cheeks, lip bites, fingers fiddling, all of it, it seemed as if he just knew. 

and eli was, it hadn't taken him long when going through girls to pick up on the similar body language they all seemed to have. because really, down to the bottle, they all did the same thing; always rubbed their lips together prompting for kisses, using a different fragrance than usual when finally alone, fingers tapping, lessening the clothing on their body than the usual outfit. all similar, and he could almost see it in you despite this being an unintentional meet up... and you weren't trying to pounce on. 

“actually.. yeah,” you lightly bit your bottom lip as you looked at your lap, trying to think of the best way to ask him the question that had been on your mind for awhile; “what do you expect from me, eli?” wow, what kind of question was that?

it was an honest and upfront one, something he wasn't used to, practically sending him into shock as he had to look at you fully to see if you were actually serious and not pulling his leg, seeming like something you'd do. 

but you really wondered. 

“uh- i, what?”

you awkwardly laughed, looking to him, “no, i mean i really don't give a shit, i’m just not about to lead you into something you think you’re going to get nudes in, because your really not.” 

wow, really? 

he almost swore aloud, biting his lip hard, now realizing you really weren't going to be easy, not as easy as the girls who put out the moment you called them pretty, or even the ones who you had to take on a date before they even sent. 

fuck. 

he laughed it off, shaking his head as if you were a fool for thinking that, “you really think that low of me?”

no worries, there’s always plan b; make you feel bad. 

you laughed in return, “yeah, i really do.”

but he forgot you weren’t that stupid to fall for feeling bad just for something you weren’t about. 

“wow.”

“you wouldn't be the first.”

“so, I've heard,” he gripped his neck, eyes now glued to the road before turning into a neighborhood off from the main road, his mind following the map basically glued in his mind from driving past your house to dmitri’s. 

he parked, now seeming to ignore you as his whole plan begun to fall apart right before him. 

“thanks, eli,” you nodded to him, jumping out of the car with your bookbag in hand before beginning to trek up your front yard. 

“anytime, princess.” 

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face off. adam banks x reader

summary 🪒: in which adam’s new girlfriend is the star player on her hockey team, making the ducks wonder whether or not they’ll win their next game against her

warning/s 🧼: swearing, mentions of sexual themes (not bad though), a very angry connie, and my lack of hockey knowledge... lol

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“look who the cat dragged in,” charlie smirked grimly up at adam who slowly made his way to the ducks lunch table, carrying his lunch tray loosely with a slap on silly smile on his lips, looking just about out of his mind.

“where you’ve been banksy, we missed you first period,” julie smiled up at him, slightly astonished by the look on his face, something she had never seen on him before. he had never looked so happy, yet so out of it.

“what’s with you,” fulton narrowed his brows, looking adam up and down, wondering if that’d give him any clarification as to what was running through his dazed looking mind.

“pretty boy banksy here is in love with pretty girl preppy that goes to the school we’re playing against on friday night,” connie’s head bounced back and forth as she studied her food, completely oblivious to the full attention they had on her till she looked up, “what?”

she looked confused, narrowing her brows as if they were looking at her stupidly. adam rolled his eyes, suppressing the looks that were beginning to come his way. he almost cursed connie but kept his mouth shut, finding it a waste.

“since when do you have a girlfriend, cake eater?” luis looked disgusted, something not adding up to him as he stared at the kid next to him, “they really giving those things out to everyone now, huh?”

“shut it mendoza, it’s really not hard to believe,” julie gave him a pointed look from the other end of the table making him frown deeper, “banksy’s got more charm than you’ve ever had.”

“oh bite me, julie,” he rolled his eyes before turning back to his food, brushing off the sudden attack.

“hey so, is this why you didn’t get back till like... three last night?” charlie smiled harder, knowing that was the exact reason he wasn’t home till past three in the morning with more pep in his step than before he left.

adam stopped his chewing, eyes once again on him as he slowly looks up, his jaw slightly clenched, this time glaring, but in slight amusement.

“yeah, that’s why i was gone till three last night,” adam nodded his head, his tone dull and rid of any expression, “now shut up and let it go.”

“connie, you say we playing this team friday?” goldberg turned to connie who’s face looked annoyed, her tongue poking in the side of her cheek as she looked to him, her eyebrows raised almost in annoyance.

“yeah, and she’s a star player. like the female version of you,” she nodded toward adam who returned the motion, already knowing this but wondering how she would know, “and we’re gonna get our asses kicked because banksy’s won’t know how to act on ice when he sees her pretty little face.”

“jeez, what crawled up your ass and died?” luis glanced at connie with his eyebrows raised wondering why she seemed to be more angry than happy for adam. luis wouldn’t admit it, but he was proud of the kid. it had always seemed that he really never had anyone... until now.

“shut up, alright?” connie shook her head, scooting back in the red chair she sat in, making notion to depart from their group, “i’m just saying.. we lose this game, it’s because of you.”

she half heartily glares at adam who only narrows his brows in confusion, not completely understanding the reasoning of her anger and annoyance. he would’ve at least thought that she would’ve thought better of him, he wasn’t that low of a teammate to lose the game purposely just for a girlfriends desire.

in fact, adam couldn’t wait for the teasing and bragging rights he’d have after winning the game on friday to hold over you. he loved how red your face got and how it seemed that steam would be escaping through your ears whenever he found something to taunt you over.

the table was silent due to everyone watching her walk away hurriedly and angry, an awkward aroma overcoming each one of them, none not knowing what to say nor where to look... but at adam.

“look, i’m not gonna pull any bullshit, alright?” adam sighed, giving them all a pointed yet reassuring look, “i actually have a bet with y/n on this. no games but the one we’re playing, got it?”

his words seemed to have been enough for everyone at the table to agree and relax from connie’s assumptions. it was strange to adam with how fast they all came to content but he couldn’t complain.

°•

“hey, banks, ready to get your ass handed to you?”

“in your dream, sweetheart.”

the ducks shared confused looks, watching adam carefully skate out on the ice only to be practically ambushed with trash talk right away, but it seemed he knew it was coming, no inch in his body seemed surprised nor taken back like the rest of his team.

adam was never one for down putting, trashy words before and between games when there wasn’t a winner yet. but it surprised them all as he held the misconduct so easily and so happily with a grin on his face as he stared at you.

it was until you pulled off your mask did it make sense. the full head of hair flopping over your shoulders and large smile made them all make sounds of final understanding (“ohhh”). you were the infamous girl they had all been talking about earlier that week.

“i only dream about you, sweetheart,” you mocked his pet name, slightly squinting at him before skating closer to him, quickly pressing a kiss on his lips as you tried your best to slide on your tippy toes without falling to ice.

his hand wrapped around your jersey just as fast but kept it there even when you pulled away, your cheeks even more red than before, partly due to the cold but also because of the multiple eyes set on the two of you out of shock.

“good luck, you’re gonna need it.”

“hey, sweetheart, where’s the rest of ours-” luis called out to you as you skated away, a smirk in his voice before julie punched him in the gut, giving him a warning look as if saying, shut up.

it was fun to say the least for adam to have a girlfriend, especially one who played hockey, quite well too. it made him antsy and excited all at the same time as he skated to the bench, thinking about how much fun he was about to have kicking your ass at your own game.

°•

“we’re tied!” goldberg cried out, his hands throwing up in the air as he stared at the score board in despair, his eyebrows knotted and eyes crinkled in the corners.

“calm down, we still have a couple minutes left,” charlie waved him off with reassurance, his eyes also trained on the score board with a slight wince that he was trying so hard to hide.

they were all out of breath, their bodies so close to giving out for they had been playing their asses off just to one up the opposing team, your team, but you had always came back with a smooth toss in with the goal.. despite adam practically body slamming you each and every time.

connie suddenly threw her gloves off, marching her way carefully through the box to meet adam who sat all the way at the end, his breathing just as rough as hers. she couldn’t have been more angered with how much hard work she was putting in, but it was yet to seem to be paying off.

“listen here, asshole,” she pointed an accusing finger close to adam’s face causing him to lean a little, “you let her win just because you fuck her, i will knock you out.”

his hands slightly raised in surrender, not wanting to discuss with connie anymore in slight fear that she’d actually knock him out with how low and rough her voice sounded. he wouldn’t put it against her, it seemed she always kept her word.

“connie, it’s not his fault she’s a good player.”

“banksy’s been knocking her to her ass every time they’re near each other. if we don’t win, it’s not going to be because adam’s been going easy on her.”

“suck my dick, charlie,” she spat, rotating her body so she wasn’t just facing adam, “we’re losing because of him.”

“tied.”

“yeah, that’s still losing-“

the loud blaring noise caused them to cut their focus from her, looking to the ice where your team begun to fill out onto the ice for the last couple minutes of overtime to finally decide who would have bragging rights and who would leave the building with shame held in their shoulders.

connie rolled her eyes one last time before sliding past everyone and onto the ice with her shoulders held high in tension. the ducks stared at her for a good minute before adam nodded, following after her with his mask on for the final moments.

there was nothing adam could do or say to reassure connie he wasn’t slacking. he couldn’t understand her anger nor was he sure he ever would. it didn’t matter to him anyways, all he was concerned about was winning and you, even if those contradicted each other.

he slid across, deeper into the field of ice looking for you. your eyes met his just as fast and he winked causing your cheeks to redden despite returning the gesture, nodding to him before gliding to your position of the opposite side of the ice.

he wasn’t sure how he wanted the game to unfold in all honestly. he really wanted to win, he always did, but this time he had more than reasoning as to why but now, he wouldn’t necessarily care for the loss, knowing you’d be the one holding it over him instead of some shitty player.

he pressed his lips into a thin line, deciding it was no longer his decision who won, but rather fate.

°•

the loud buzzer sounded making you frown, rotating your body to face the scoreboard where the time had run out the score was final.

“what the fuck?”

you narrowed your brows to the score, now fully realizing who had won since the cheers of a certain team wasn’t enough of a clarification for you.

you skated past your previous position and side of the rink, trying to find your boyfriend, dodging every body clothed in high hockey gear before reaching him, sweat dripping down his face as he removed his hickey mask, looking absolutely exhausted like he always did at the end of each game he played.

you frowned harder, removing your own mask before hitting him in the stomach roughly, taking him by surprised as he exhaled abruptly, “you let us fucking win.”

he narrowed his brows at your disappoint yet unreasonable attitude, “what?”

“you let us win, asshole, there was no way we were going to win that game.”

“y/n/n, we were tied,” he lightly laughed, his eyebrows still pinned together, not understanding the exact point of your small targeted anger, “you guys won fair and square, all because of you, babe.”

he leaned closer, his hand finding its way around your waist as he pressed a kiss against your cheek, an impressionable look on his face that made you frown harder, not exactly understanding for some reason.

“adam, you stopped body slamming me halfway through overtime, there’s no way we won fair and square,” your arm extended out, trying to reason that he was wrong and the win was rightfully his instead of yours.

he didn’t seem phased as he continued to stare down at you with a rather look of admiration, watching you fall into a rant.

“you won.”

“no, i didn’t.”

“just accept it, you’re a better player than me.”

you scowled up at him before allowing his grip to pull you closer to him, a hug being immediately installed as you wrapped your arms around him despite your doubt. it felt nice and you finally decided to become content with the outcome despite your thinking, for adam’s sake.

“you owe me a game.”

“what?”

“we’re facing off,” you mumbled, pulling away, “then we can finally see who the real winner is.”

you patted him before skating off to your team in its full glory of shouts and cheers deciding to join in just for a little bit of celebration, because truly, you were the real winner.

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louis partridge x fem!reader

summary 📰: in which no one can piss reader off quite like louis

warning/s 📬: swearing

slater’s note 📮: i’m just a sucker for bestfriends to lovers for when i write about louis 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 idk why you would never really … (edit: did i just not finish this sentence ?)

louis was so much more of a fool in real life than on the television screen.

years has passed and time had filled the empty spots of never seeing each other for years upon years and you had always guessed the silly young boy you had deemed your best friend (well what was as close to a best friend as it would get) would always stay that way.

but you almost second guessed yourself watching his features soften into a relaxation you rarely ever saw them in from on screen with a girl close to his age. he showed so much passion and love for a girl he must’ve barely knew more than he had ever shown towards you.

but you were surely mistaken, and you knew it the moment his lanky yet muscular self hoped off the london train, hauling himself to you before practically body slamming you onto the cold london train station pavement in an attempt to give you a loving hug long over due.

you were jealous of her, the girl on the television set, but you would never admit it. over your dead body, cross your bloody heart. 

louis’ head was already big enough, boasting about everything with a high chested pride, making you want to smack him back down to earth. and you would, you really would, because louis never looked at you with as soft expressions as he did with that girl, but rather... hard and teasing.

“you ever heard of the cosmo effect?”

“no, i haven’t.”

“nor have i. i figure we can figure out what it is this summer,” you narrowed your brows as you practically trailed behind louis.

he was moving rather fast with a stupid map in his hands, trying to navigate the outer ridges of london, a part of the city the two of you had never been before. he insisted it’d be fun and much more convenient with a map at hand rather than just going by the smart devices in your hand, it added to the fun.

“louis, we’ve been walking for hours,” you scowled, quickening your pace as he turned a corner, “we’re never gonna find this stupid underground cafe you want to eat at.”

“oh we’ll find it,” it seemed he mumbled it more to himself rather than an answer to you. his teeth gnawed on his bottom lip as he examined the map more carefully than he had been in the past thirty minutes.

if he was being honest with you, he would’ve admitted that he was mostly going off of memory rather than the map. he didn’t really care for the helpful piece of paper in hand, it was more or less for show rather than for tool.

“louis, i’m hungry.”

“i know you are.”

you rolled your eyes. pretty boy didn’t have a clue what you were. you were so close to ditching him in the middle of god knows where for a bus home. you had a low tolerance for louis and his games, always had, and probably always will.

he knew that.

he liked egging you on.

“for god sakes, lou, i’m going to call your sister and have her-“

“you always have your panties in a twist, i swear y/n,” he waves his hand back and forth, dissing you before reaching back and snatching your hand greedily, “my sister wouldn’t even pick you up if you called.”

“shut up, she loves me more than you.”

“i mean i would too.”

“what?”

“hm?” he continued to look at his stupid map, once again dismissing you and letting your hand go to hold the other side of the piece of paper. 

for god sake, you were so close to straggling him-

“louis.”

“what?”

you pursed your lips before shaking your head dismissing it, “nothing.”

“let’s get going then,” he nodded, then again reaching for your hand to which you took voluntarily yet reluctantly with a sigh, “don’t be so down, just a couple more steps ahead.”

you kept your complaints shoved down your throat as he continued to drag you down the paved road. your feet hurt, your back hurt, and your stomach was beginning to eat itself. but you kept it in for the sake of the teeny tiny part of louis that was excited to eat lunch with you.

the teeny tiny part that he never showed and always denied of existing. he rather would be known as an asshole rather than the sweetheart you always accused him of.

“face it, lou, you’re just a big sweetheart with a big heart.”

“shut up.”

“always doing the sweet little things, so cute.” “shut the fuck up.”

“there it is,” louis stopped in front of a run down looking building, a sign faded and barely hanging on; swinging back and forth with the light wind that soaked the air.

“louis, this underground cafe you talk of is nonexistent.”

he stayed silent, his lips pursed into a thin line as he stared up at the abandon looking building. it was definitely not what he expected to say the least and it was slightly disappointing.

“now, y/n/n,” he was flinching even before you leaned closer to him to smack him on the back of his head, “i didn’t know-“

“louis, you fuck!” you let go of his hand after staring up in disbelief of the non-existent cafe you were so excited about, hitting his arm multiple times, “we walked forever just for this stupid ass building that isn’t even real!”

“settle down! settle down!” he ducked away from your blows that were beginning to sting, “knock it off, love! how was i supposed to know?”

“i thought you’ve been here before!”

you kept hitting him before he caught both your hands, his eyes wide full of such an intensity that begun to slightly scare you for some strange reason, “knock it off.”

“suck my dick, asshole. i’m hungry,” you retorted back, slightly glaring at him as he still held your wrist tightly.

“so am i.”

“well i’m not the one who made us walk around for hours just for something that hasn’t even touched planet earth!”

you were yelling at him but he seemed calm, pissing you even more off. you thrashed at him, trying to rip your hands from his oddly strong grip, your hanger getting the better of you as you continued to swear at him, calling him rude names that didn’t even effect him until finally, done with your bullshit, he pressed his lips against yours.

greedy yet gentle, you were shocked, slightly leaning away despite him falling towards you, his lips swelling and pressing against yours until you finally pressed back, earning a satisfaction filled smirk from him. his hands finally releasing your wrist, now holding you with a light, loving grip.

you hated him, you hated it, but you fell so easily into his bullshit filled kiss just to get you to shut up. so easy because truly, you loved it. he never looked at you soft, never would, never will, but rather he’d look at you with a silly admiration, no matter how hard you hit him. 

you both slowly fell from one another’s lips, his eyes fluttering open, still smirking at you as you rolled your eyes, shoving him away from the little embarrassment that ate away at you, turning your cheeks red, “screw you.”

“you mad at me?” he grinned, not so concerned with whether or not you were, but only wanting to kiss you again, his lips going cold as he slowly rubbed them together, swaying back closer to you. 

“yeah, asshole,” you glared at him despite also wanting to kiss him once more. 

“let me kiss you then.”

you rolled your eyes, then looking to the side before back up to louis who was closer, his arms reaching and holding yours, pulling you closer and closer unit your chest was pressed tightly against his. and finally, falling to his warm hold, you kissed him again, this time softly. 

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