loner one of a kind


Fandom: The 100

Character: John Murphy, reader

Rating: T

Warnings: none

Summary: Don’t touch Murphy’s neck.

“Zip up your jacket,” barks Clarke. “You’ll catch a cold, Murphy.”

He rolls his eyes, tossing her a vaguely annoyed glance as you try to figure out if you should laugh or make him listen to Clarke.  

“Let me think about it.”  Murphy pauses, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin.  “No.”

“Zip it up, John,” growls Clarke.  She’s been up to her neck in teenagers with the flu, and Clarke sure as hell doesn’t want to take care of Murphy.  You don’t blame her: Murphy in a bad mood isn’t fun.

He unzips his jacket completely and walks past her into the forest, smirking at Clarke as he passes her.  Bellamy immediately storms after him, shoving him around and grabbing the zipper of his jacket.   

“You listen to her when she talks to you,” he snarls, fighting to pull the zipper up when Murphy locks his hands around Bellamy’s wrists and begins to twist.  

Clarke immediately steps forward, mouth open, but you’re faster.  Wrapping your hands around Murphy’s forearms, you attempt to pry him off of Bellamy, the two guys’ eyes never leaving the other’s.  

“Jesus Christ, can you two grow up for like, two seconds?” you bark.  Neither of them move, so you must resort to desperate measures.  

Turning to Murphy, who continues to smirk at Bellamy, you take a deep breath and knee him in the family jewels, then whirl around and punt Bellamy’s crotch.  The two immediately let go of each other and bend over in pain, Bellamy collapsing into a kneeling position while Murphy falls on all fours.  Clarke snorts from behind you, looking anywhere but at the two fallen soldiers in an attempt to stem her laughter.  

“This is why we play nice and listen to the people in charge,” you retort, slightly pissed that they’d ignored you just a few seconds ago.  Turning to Clarke, you can’t help but grin.  “Ready to pick some plants?”  She nods, cheeks dimpling ever so slightly. 

“Whatever you say.”

Murphy was quiet.  

He was quieter than he normally was, not a single snarky remark falling from two tightly-pressed lips.  Everyone else had gone to bed, making the silence even louder.  You shifted against his side, looking away from the fire up at his face.  

“If you’re pissed that I destroyed your dick, I’m sorry.”  The corner of his lip twitched, but he didn’t move his gaze form the bonfire.  

“Kinkier than I thought you were.”

“Oh, you don’t even know.”

“Out of the two of us, I know you better than you know you,” he responds, sounding somewhat tired.

“Bull.”  Time to bring out his sass.  You’ve just set yourself up for a snark-filled ass kicking, but he ignores your bait.  

“God bless you,” he responds blandly.

“Murphy?”  He glances down at you, eyes half-closed like he’s about to fall asleep on you.  “I know why you didn’t want to zip up your jacket.”

“Yeah, because Clarke’s a control freak who needs to learn personal space.”

“Funny.  No, it’s because it feels like you’re being hanged again.  Not bull.”

He’s quiet again, but his eyes are wide open now and blankly stare at the flames.  The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you gently kiss the base of his neck, ignoring him as he jerks away from your touch, and make your way into your tent.  

Lying down, you close your eyes and roll onto your side.  Murphy’s always been a loner, and never really was one to share his feelings.  You’d kind of started a friends with benefits thing with him, but it had fizzled out into being friends again, which meant less talking between the two of you.  

Yawning, you jumped as you felt someone lie down next to you.  Turning around, you locked gazes with Murphy, who was wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, mumbling something unintelligible.  

“Oh, what was that?” you asked innocently.  He glanced unamusedly at you.

“You’re more intelligent that you look.”

“Gee, thanks,” you snarked, rolling your eyes as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck.  Ignoring his sudden stiffening, you gently kissed the hollow of his throat, fingers tracing his collarbone.  

After a few minutes, his breathing slowed, so you curled your arm around his waist and pressed your face into the base of his neck,

“G’night, Murphy.”  His lips brushed over the top of your head as your eyes began to droop.

“Y/N?”  You open your eyes.  This was it.  This was the shining moment in which he’d confess a deep secret to you as the result of your kindness and empathy you’d continually expressed towards him.  Murphy would blossom into a beautiful flower, you could just see it as his eyes widened-

“I’ll eat you out if you want.”


I have been always comfortable being alone and even reveled in it. I am an avid reader and Archie comics along with Nancy Drew were my first introduction to reading in general. I am blessed with parents who encouraged me to read buying me books and comics when I was young. Now thirty odd years later, I am seeing a great part of my childhood splashed on screen in the form of “Riverdale”

I confess I didn’t care about the show when I first heard about it. I didn’t want my favorite character, Jughead, to be misrepresented in a way that would settle in my skin like a septic wound. I was hesitant, I was apprehensive. Six episode later, I still am, to be honest. Not as much as before though.

However, this Jughead is quite close to the one in my head, the one who I imagined to be. The quiet loner who is sarcastic, kind, cares about the world and calls out bullshit that’s happening around him. He has been asexual, aromantic and in very old comics, self proclaimed “woman hater”. It was mildly offensive till Betty became a  part of the equation. In comics, she is this intelligent and kind person who shares a friendship with Jughead that isn’t defined by his relationship with Archie or the dynamics they share as a group. In several Betty’s Diary stories, Jughead features in quite prominent roles where Betty stands on the brink of adulthood and experiences loss, heartbreak, disappointment and gravity of consequences due to her actions. There is an inherent goodness in her that sometimes get abused by others or misunderstood. Jughead has come through (as her Veronica and Archie - several times actually) as a sounding board, as a friend and as someone who sees her for the great girl that she is and not just for the “girl next door” aspect of her.  

For what its worth, Jughead in the Riverdale TV show gives me something to look forward to. I am okay with him being with Betty as I would have been  okay with him being unattached. The twelve year old in me screamed when Jughead kissed Betty. They aren’t power couple material. Hell, they aren’t even popular material. But their relationship, if it exists, would be that of quietness and muted conversations, loaded exchanges and angst-ridden existential monologues.

Yeah, am okay with that.

The Girl at the Office - Joe Sugg

Request: Idk if you would but could you write one where y/n is kind of a loner in school and then one day Joe starts talking to her and has a crush on her but she won’t accept the compliments thinking he’s playing a prank or something and she’s like really depressed and yet she doesn’t believe him, he’s the only person she can talk to. Idk like make it cute? I’m trying my best since this being my first time asking someone to write one 💙

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: So I changed this up quite a bit since I wasn’t really inspired to write the “school” plot but I did want to write it as it was your first time asking! ( know it’s taken me some time but like I said, I wasn’t inspired. Also, I know Joe has left Gleam (tears) but for this, he’s still part of it!

I hope you like it :)


Meeting after meeting, he felt as if the day had been going on forever. At this point, he wasn’t even listening; subconsciously nodding his head to whatever was being said and hoping he would receive an email filling him in later. He rested his chin on his right hand as his left hand played with his phone, spinning it on the table. He looked over at the clock, 7pm. He had been here for 12hrs already and by the muffling sounds around him, it didn’t look like he was heading home for a while. As his eyes drifted from the clock, they landed on her. 

He looked through the glass walls of the office he was in and watched as she began shutting everything off. She was fairly new, having only worked here for a month but he still hadn’t worked up the courage to speak to her. She didn’t look like the kind of girl who would go for someone like him. He was weird, immature and made videos in his room for a living. She was posh; liking her designer brands, heels and accessories. He sighed as she turned off her desk light, picked up her purse and headed towards the exit. Two hours later and he was finally finished. 

The next day, he was back at it again but something was different this time. They were on the same side of the glass walls. She sat on the opposite side of the table with a notepad in hand, her phone resting beside it. The meeting carried on as normal, no one addressing the fact that there was a new member to the group but he couldn’t ignore her that easily. As everyone decided to break for lunch, she returned from the kitchen with a salad in hand and began eating. He sat there, eating one of the sandwiches he had made at home and the room remained silent; not a single word was spoken. 

The meeting started again and since, once again, he was only paying attention to her, it ended fairly quick. He looked at the time, 8:43pm. He was meant to be meeting the boys for a couple of drinks at their favourite spot but after the day he had, who knows if he’d actually make it there.

“I can’t believe you do that everyday.” She said, her voice quiet and calming.

“The trick is to not pay attention and wait for the email they send out immediately afterwards.” He explained, laughing. “Hey,” He said, stopping her from leaving the room. “I noticed you don’t really talk to many people around here…”

“I prefer to keep to myself in the office, stay out of the way.” She replied. For someone who likes flashy things, she sure doesn’t like the spotlight.

“Do you want to come out with me and a couple of my friends? We’re just heading for a couple of drinks.” He didn’t know what possessed him to ask her, as he was just going to ditch and go home anyway but his mouth had reacted before his brain and suddenly, they were on their way to the bar.

The night was calm, just as he expected it to be. The boys had already ordered him a beer, not thinking he would bring someone so he headed to buy her a drink. She sat next to him, keeping her hand on the bottle at all times and remained quiet. She wouldn’t speak unless spoken to and he was beginning to feel as if she felt left out so he ignored the boys and put his attention on her. They began talking as if they had known each other their whole lives and everything felt natural between them. They laughed, joked and even shared a couple flirtatious looks.

As the night came to an end, he insisted he walked her home even though she only lived down the street. They walked in silence but it wasn’t awkward. His hand brushed hers a couple of times but he was too nervous to take hold of it. Arriving at the house, he sighed as he realized the night was officially over.

“Thank you for walking me.” She said, unlocking her front door. She turned back around to him and placed a soft, gentle kiss on his right cheek. She pulled back, smiled at him before disappearing into her house.


❝ when you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different, someone better. ❞ 
❝ you don’t learn how to fight like that in the regular army. ❞ 
❝ so am i in trouble ? ❞ 
❝ bad things happen to people every day. you can’t stop them. ❞ 
❝ the property’s in a kind of limbo. ❞ 
❝ but I should tell you… i’m a really private person. ❞ 
❝ you need a purpose. ❞ 
❝ you don’t talk to people who just walk into the joint! ❞ 
❝ ______… you worried about me? I’m touched! ❞ 
❝ you’re going to need to trust somebody at some point. ❞
❝ in the end, we’re all alone and no one is coming to save you. ❞ 
❝ you have a .45 under the counter and a shotgun next to the register, and I can get to them both before you. ❞ 
❝ don’t you knock? ❞ 
❝ point that thing at me again and I’ll shoot you with it. ❞ 
❝ or maybe there are no good people. ❞ 
❝ everybody needs somebody to talk to. ❞ 
❝ i did say please. ❞ 
❝ no question is ever innocent from you. ❞ 
❝ go play with your son. ❞ 
❝ i was reading between the lines. ❞ 
❝ you want to get out of here? ❞ 
❝ you ever see two cats in a bag? ❞ 
❝ to do something illegal. ❞ 
❝ it’s not as easy as it looks. ❞ 
❝ it’s just beginning. veni. vidi. vici. ❞ 
❝ teaching can be a dangerous profession. ❞ 
❝ yes, i imagine espionage is a much safer choice. ❞ 
❝ who kicked his ass sideways? ❞ 
❝ i’m highly uncomfortable being here. ❞ 
❝ i lose my patience when i get shot. ❞ 
❝ i was called a monster. even the blackest heart still beats. ❞ 
❝ i always thought i’d die in a place that didn’t know my name. ❞ 
❝ you think anyone will care for our names? ❞
❝ it’s going around the neighborhood. ❞
❝ i just want to let you know that you’re not alone. ❞
❝ was this guy wearing a suit ? ❞
❝ i breached the space/time continuum. not really … but i did sense my privacy being invaded. ❞
❝ you know that’ll never happen. ❞
❝ that joke never gets old. ❞
❝ poke him in the eyes? that’s your technique? ❞ 
❝ you gotta love a girl with good security habits. ❞ 
❝ i don’t suppose they’d let us be cell-mates. ❞ 
❝ i looked for a i’m-sorry-i-got-you-shot card, but they were all out. ❞ 
❝ he’s one of those rich loner types, the kind you’d call strange if he didn’t have so much cash. he’s  ‘ eccentric. ‘ ❞ 
❝ thank you, here i was going to move at a sloth-like pace and get myself captured.  ❞ 
❝ i’ll be joining you tonight. ❞ 
❝ if you’re going to do something wrong, do it right. ❞ 
❝ you’ll think of something. ❞ 
❝ i always pictured you in the back of my car… in handcuffs. ❞ 
❝ the most efficient way to lose in a fight is to act without knowing your enemy. ❞ 
❝ oh, i’m fine ______. thanks for asking. ❞ 
❝ let me guess, you need another favor. ❞ 
❝ in the marines they taught us the fastest way to clean your weapon was to shoot a couple of people with it. ❞ 
❝ in the army, they taught us the fastest way to get shot was to fail to clean your weapon. ❞ 
❝ outstanding, i’ll be spending two days with hair gel and a pin-striped suit. ❞ 
❝ she knocked down the books and walked off… ❞ 
❝ people start targeting children, there are no rules. ❞ 
❝ thanks for reminding me of that! ❞ 
❝ whenever you show up, trouble’s just around the corner. ❞ 
❝ that’s a terrible plan, but i like it, so let’s do it.   ❞ 
❝ they all say I got the wrong guy. ❞ 
❝ i’m in the mood for indian. ❞ 
❝ did you forget to set your alarm? ❞ 
❝ you are my backup. ❞ 
❝ i am the evolution of organized crime. ❞ 
❝ you two think you’re safe because there’s just one of me, that I’m weak and that you’re strong. that’s not strength. that’s weakness. look at you, a bunch of jealous idiots. liars, betraying each other. ❞ 
❝ the problem with trying to be the bad guy, there’s always someone worse. ❞ 
❝ the thing about striking out on your own is that’s usually how you end up. ❞ 
❝ he killed his friend and shot me in the back, i wasn’t thinking of protecting him.   ❞ 
❝ i should have shot you and simplified my life. ❞ 
❝ what am I supposed to be, now that she’s gone? when you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different. someone better. when that person’s taken from you, what do you become then? ❞ 
❝ and that’s where i come in. ❞ 
❝ i was lucky. i had four years of happiness. some people only get four days. ❞ 
❝ they all can’t be babies and mafia dons! ❞ 
❝ this ‘ thing ‘ has already saved countless lives. ❞ 
❝ that nice young lady had a .45 pointed at me under her desk. ❞ 
❝ does she / he really need help in that regard? ❞ 
❝ i’m so tired of running. ❞ 
❝ so nice to finally meet you. you can call me ______. ❞ 
❝ now you’re going to help me get him back. ❞ 

Up10tion as High School Girl Types

Kogyeol: The smart cheerleader 

Kuhn: The star player on the girls basketball team

Gyujin: The shy and nerdy one

Wei: The gamer who secretly has the highest IQ out of everyone

Sunyoul: The kind and loving one

Hwanhee: The annoying one who whines about everything

Wooshin: The pretty one who looks scary

Jinhoo: The smart one

Xiao: The lovable one who everyone likes

Bitto: The kind of loner one but still has a lot of friends

One thing I really love about the Straw Hats is the fact that Luffy chose them when no one else would. These guys are all outcasts and loners. The kinds of people you’d see siting alone in the cafeteria or break room at lunch times or would be surrounded by people but still utterly alone. The kinds of people who will go home to an empty apartment just to repeat the day the next morning without even having any friends to touch base with. One or two may find their niche in life on their own or create one like Franky did but most of them wouldn’t.

And then Luffy came in and pulled and insisted until finally he brought them into his crew. And now they finally have a place to belong. A place to call home. People to call friends and family. And really that’s the most amazing thing Luffy has done for each of them as a whole: he provided them a home when they didn’t have one, an escape from their old lives, a fresh start and a way to chase their dreams.

person of interest [s1] starters
  • “I’m a really private person.”
  • “So you see, knowledge is not my problem. Doing something with that knowledge… That’s where you’d come in.”
  • “You need a purpose. More specifically, you need a job.”
  • “Sooner or later both of us will probably wind up dead. Actually dead this time. I said I’d tell you the truth. Didn’t say you’d like it.”
  • “Bad things happen to people every day. You can’t stop them.”
  • “I don’t have any friends. I don’t have any family left, either. Went around the world looking for bad guys, There were plenty of you right here all along.”
  • “But I’ve got two rules. One, you so much as hurt anybody, and I’ll kill you. I don’t particularly like killing people, but I’m very good at it. And two… You have to be more careful.”
  • “I get it. You’re like me. A killer. A genuine bad guy. Then I don’t have to explain to you what happened to those people on that boat. You already know.”
  • “I know what it’s like to lose someone. And to feel the need to disappear. But, trust me, you don’t want to leave people behind.”
  • “Killing in battle, in combat, is one thing. Killing someone up close, someone who can’t fight back, that takes a different sort of killer.”
  • “That’s one of the things you learn over there. In the end we’re all alone and no one’s coming to save you.”
  • “Tell me to wait for you. Say those words and I will.”
  • “If you’d like a raise, you just have to ask.”
  • “The report, please. I did say please.”
  • “Or maybe there are no good people, maybe there are only good decisions.”
  • “No question is ever innocent from you. You’re trying to determine whether I come here often. Armed with that knowledge, you’ll try to figure out where I live.”
  • “Yeah, I’m not great at keeping in touch with people.”
  • “I suppose time will tell which one of us is right.”
  • “No small talk, no questions. You stay in the car and keep your eyes on the road.”
  • “You wanna know where people hide things, [name]? Underneath.”
  • “How do I know you’re not one of them?”
  • “May I at least have your name before we commit grand theft auto together?”
  • “If you stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of yours.”
  • “Yeah, the benefits of no one knowing who you are or what you look like. That’s gone now, I suppose. It’s time to evolve. I’m ready for the next step.”
  • “Thing about organized crime? It was organized. Things worked. Trains ran on time. This new guy… he knows the rules.”
  • “I breached the space/time continuum. Not really… but I did sense my privacy being invaded…”
  • “He’s an incredibly dangerous, incredibly gifted man who’s been almost destroyed by the things he was made to do. He’s always looking for someone to trust, but his paranoia makes trust impossible.”
  • “When I was nine years old, my brothers decided I needed to learn swim, so they tossed me into the deep end of the pool. Took a few minutes, but I figured it out.”
  • “I looked for a I’m-sorry-I-got-you-shot card, but they were all out…”
  • “Thanks for that news flash [name]. Here I was planning to move at a sloth like pace and get myself captured.”
  • “He’s one of those rich loner types, the kind you’d call strange if he didn’t have so much cash. He’s ‘eccentric.’”
  • “A little advice: if you’re going to do something wrong… do it right!”
  • “We didn’t hack in, we were let in. It’s a honeypot. Program is sophisticated. They’re using a worm to infect any devices connected to our private network. Including our phones. They’re listening to us right now. Destroy your phone. You know how to find me.”
  • “This guy spent so much time being someone else, he probably doesn’t know who he is anymore.”
  • “The most efficient way to lose is a fight is to act without knowing your enemy.“
  • “I’m not sure I’m in favor of our troubling arrangement, especially when you disappear on mysterious business.“
  • “You read Sun Tzu?”
  • “You think you’re the first person to put a gun to my head?”
  • “The safest I’ve ever been was when I was anonymous.”
  • “This really isn’t working… one of us always being here - minding the baby!”
  • “The trouble with children, you never know how they’re gonna turn out.”
  • “Who I am doesn’t matter right now. What matters is, I know who you are.”
  • “You two think you’re safe because there’s just one of me. That I’m weak and that you’re strong. That’s not strength. That’s weakness. Look at you… a bunch of jealous idiots. Liars, betraying each other. I don’t need that. I get my strength from being alone, and that’s why I’m gonna destroy all of you.”
  • “Short list of people crazy enough to take on the entire leadership of the Cosa Nostra?”
  • “It all comes down to a matter of trust, the foundation of any healthy relationship. I just need to know where this is headed.”
  • “Once we become predictable, we become vulnerable.”
  • “I’m surprised, [name]. That nice young lady seemed somehow impervious to your charms.”
  • “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not trying to kill you.”
Pan in school

Pan, schools bad boy, most terrifying human on earth, King of all jerks and a boy I love. Hi I’m (y/n), I’m the schools nerd, even though I’m a nerd I sass back to people, I’m not one of the popular girls but I’m not the loner as well, I’m kind of in the middle. Well me and Pan are kind of enemies, he kind of hates me from the start of high school for no reason and he hates me till now. I woke up, done my morning routine, got dressed into a blue crop top with “don’t talk to me” on it, black skinny jeans and black vans. I ran down stairs to eat my breakfast, after I finish I went to wash my plate, during it my mom came down stairs “hey sweetheart” she said “hi mom” I replied giving her a small kiss on the cheek, “do you want me to take you to school today?” She asked “sure why not, thanks mom” my mom is one of the cool moms, I tell her everything, she knows about my love for Peter, about my best friends and school bitches I hate. After mom dropped me off at school, I went straight to my locker, when I opened it a letter fell out, hmm I wonder who left it here, I opened the letter and read it: Dear (y/n) My love for you is hard to understand, I want to scream I love you, but I can’t, I’m afraid too do it. All those feelings you give me, scare me, your the first person that’s makes me feel like that, and I love and hate it at the same time. The way you smile , it makes me smile as well. The way you laugh, it’s brings joy to my life. The way your eyes spark while your exited, makes them more beautiful than they are already and makes them even more easier to get lost in. When you cry it brakes my hear into million pieces. Your the most gorgeous person I saw in my whole life, and your not only gorgeous but smart and funny too. I wish I could be brave enough to tell you all these things in person I love you The person that will Give up everything for you Awe this is so cute, that’s the first person that ever took interest in me. What if it’s all a joke? I hope not. I putted the letter in my back with all the books I need for today. “BOOO!” Someone shouted while slamming my locker, “shit” I jumped because of that, laughter filled the hall, of course it’s the one and only Peter Pan and his minions, they follow him everywhere, it’s like from the movie but usually it’s the girls that have they own crew that do everything for them. “How’s our little slut doing?” He asked with a chuckle, “oh fantastic, what about the king of all jerks?” I replied sarcastically without forgetting to roll my eyes, not even waiting for his reply I push pass him to my first lesson. During class I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about his green eyes, about how his stupid hair that looked so soft and about his even more stupid smirk on that stupid gorgeous face, oh how much I want to kiss his lips. I had no lessons with pan today so school went quick. I sprint back to my house so I won’t be bothered by any of pans friends today…. If anyone want me to do part 2 please message me, I hope you like it ^.^

Originally posted by suggysangster

4/4 Rejects - Song Pref (Bad Boy 5sos)

Requested: Always

Author: Brit


  • Sorry Luke’s is so short! Honestly, I didn’t expect the other boys’ to go that long, but I got carried away
  • I am very willing to do a Part 2 if this gets enough notes and if there are enough requests…

4/4 Rejects

Luke (His POV):

And my girlfriend

Said I messed up, will I ever grow up?

In the end,

I’m not gonna

I flicked my cigarette ashes to the ground and waited for Calum to pick me up for the party. My phone started to buzz and I looked down to see who was bothering me. Y/N. I can’t be bothered with her right now. I had to go to this party. I let the phone go to voicemail and Cal pulled up just in time. “Alright,” I said hopping into the passenger seat, “Let’s get out of here.”

“What’s the rush, Hemmings?” He asked as he started the car and drove to the party, “Everything alright with Y/N?”

I ran my fingers through my quiff, “She’s just so worried about me all the time. I’m tired of her mothering me. I’ve just decided to distance myself from her for now.”

As Cal pulled up to the party, he looked at me disapprovingly. “You can’t ignore her, she’s your girlfriend. And besides, it’s not a bad thing that she’s worried about you. She cares, man.” I rolled my eyes and pushed past him. I didn’t need my best friend parenting me too. I went into the party and could barely hear. The music drowned out my own thoughts and that’s what I needed. There were people everywhere. I pushed some kid over and took his drink. I needed it more than him. I glanced down at my phone one more time and noticed several missed calls from Y/N. I rolled my eyes for the billionth time that day and threw the drink back. The taste of the alcohol burned my throat and I needed more. I stole like six other people’s drinks and downed them all within seconds.

“I fucking knew it,” A voice from behind me hissed. I whipped around and saw Y/N. She looked pissed.

I scoffed, “Oh hey, babe. What are you doing in my scene?” I grabbed another cup to simply build up my reputation.

Y/N’s eyes burned with fury. “Are you fucking kidding me right now, Luke?” She screamed, “You promised you’d pick me up after my doctors appointment downtown. You know how dangerous it is! I had to fucking hitchhike! You left me in the most dangerous neighborhood in the whole city so that you could go to some stupid party!”

“Well, sorry!” I spat back, “My life got in the way! Deal with it!”

“Will you ever change?” Y/N sighed with tears in her eyes. I hated seeing her sad. I know I’m a shit boyfriend, but all of my anger turned into care when I saw her cry. I had to answer honestly.

“No,” I muttered quietly, hoping she wouldn’t hear me. She bit her lip and took my drink. She chucked it at me with all the hate in the world.

“We’re done.”

I was soaking wet, but I didn’t even notice. Those words she had just spoken killed me. “What?” I asked.

Y/N spat, “You heard me, Luke! We’re over!”




Sick of the system

Don’t wanna hear it

It’s not a secret

That I’m just a reject

To say you were a good girl was a complete understatement. You had never done a bad thing in your life. You never smoked, never drank, and never cheated. You never even lied to your parents. You had two best friends, Jane and Beverly who were cooler than you. They were the gossipers at your school and knew absolutely everything and everyone.

The three of you were out shopping one day and took the backstreets home. Jane and Bev were having a conversation that you weren’t paying any attention to. You were staring at someone across the street from you. There was a guy leaning against a brick wall covered in graffiti. He had dyed hair and enchanting eyes. He was wearing a leather jacket with ripped skinny jeans and had a cigarette dangling from his plump lips. “Hey, Bev, Jane,” You said, tapping Beverly’s shoulder, “Who is that?”

They both stopped and looked across the street. You watched as their eyes narrowed. “Oh him?” Jane lowered her voice, “That’s Michael Clifford.”

“The baddest boy in the town,” Bev whispered, “You don’t want anything to do with him, Y/N.”

“You weren’t getting any ideas form him were you?” Jane asked, full of concern.

You shook your head. “No, no, of course not!” You stumbled.

Days later you saw him again. He was standing all alone, outside your school, and back against the wall. Your stared at him, lost in your own fantasy. His eyes met yours and you turned away. He tossed his cigarette in the ground and strutted over to you. “Like what you see, Prep?” He snarled into your ear.

“Sorry,” You mumbled and scurried away, not looking back.

You were at sleeping over at Jane’s house one warm night. You listened intently as her and Beverly exchanged gossip. You never had anything to contribute, but you liked listening. You attention started to fade as the night turned into morning, but then something reignited the fire. “Did you hear about Michael?” Beverly snickered.

“Yeah, holy shit!” Jane giggled back.

“What happened with Michael?” You suddenly chimed into the conversation. They explained that he got sassy with some of the jocks and they challenged him to a fight at 2:00 am in the skate park. You had to see it. You glanced at the clock. 1:47 am. “I have to go to the bathroom,” You stated. Your friends didn’t seem to notice so you grabbed a change of clothes and your jacket as well. Once you got dressed, you snuck out through the back door and made your way to the skate park.

There was a very decent turn out. You managed to push your way to the front of the crowd. It was Michael fighting against three jocks. They were much bigger than him and you got nervous. One of them threw the first punch and socked Michael square in the eye. The crowd erupted with cheers, but it didn’t seem to faze the bad boy. You bit your nails, as the jocks seemed to kick the shit out of him. Then all of the sudden, Michael stood up and pulled a knife out of his pocket and the crowd gasped. “Everybody get the fuck out of here,” He growled and spat a wad of blood.

“What the fuck man this was supposed to be a fist fight,” One of the jocks said, backing away.

“I said leave!” Michael shouted and everyone fled. Almost everyone. Michael laid eyes on you. “What are you doing here, good girl?” He stepped closer to you.

Those lips. Those lips were so inviting. You took a stride closer to him. “I want to be bad,” You whispered as you smashed your lips into his.


My teacher said

I was mentally disabled, so unstable

So I’d stay in bed

All day

You sat in the back of the classroom with your head stuck in your books. You were in English class. It was easy for you, but actually, every class was a walk in the park for you. You were downright the smartest person in your grade, which was most likely the explanation for why you had no friends.

You had always been a loner. People just didn’t like you. You were labeled as a nerd and ignored by the entire school community. You didn’t really mind. Sure, it hurt sometimes, but you would never change just to please the people.

You sat behind a curly headed boy with a skateboard under his chair. Ashton Irwin. He was a loner too, but he was one by choice. He was the kind of kid that everyone would want to be friends with, but he wouldn’t allow it. He built up this reputation that he was too cool for everything and would do anything to keep up the façade.

“Mr. Irwin,” Your English teacher brought everyone’s eyes to him, “Can you tell me what Mr. Gatsby meant when he said-“

“Are you kidding me?” Ashton interrupted her, “I didn’t read that stupid ass book. I hate this fucking class.” Everyone tried to hold in their laughs, but failed.

Your teacher rolled her eyes and groaned, “Will that be all, Mr. Irwin?”

Ashton leaned back in his chair. “Just one more thing,” He said, picking his teeth, “You’re a whore.” The whole class gasped as your teacher’s face lit up with embarrassment.

“Class dismissed,” She excused everyone early, “Mr. Irwin, I’d like a word with you.”

“Of course, miss!” He chirped. Everyone fled the classroom, but you had dropped your pencil behind your desk. You weren’t supposed to hear their conversation, but you figured it was too late to leave.

“Are you retarded, Irwin?” You heard your teacher snap, “Were you abused as a child or dropped on the head a few times too many or something? You’re an absolute disgrace!”

“What pleasant words of wisdom you have to share with me!” Ashton sassed, “Well, I must be off!” You heard footsteps and knew he was gone.

You stood up and ran out, avoiding eye contact with your teacher. I know Ashton had been unusually awful in class today, but your teacher had no right to say those things either.

Ashton didn’t come to school for the next four days. You were worried and decided to stop by his house. You were hesitant, considering you didn’t know each other, but you thought someone should make sure he was ok. You knocked on the door and a pretty blonde woman answered, “Can I help you?” She smiled.

“Is Ashton here?” I asked quietly. She nodded and led me to his room.

“I’m his mum, by the way. Ashton doesn’t get a lot of visitors… Ever,” She seemed sad, “He’s locked himself in there for days. Thank you for coming.” I nodded and went in his room.

Ashton was sitting on his bed, looking out the window. He heard me and whipped around. “Hey,” He said with a small smile, “You’re the girl from my English class. What are you doing here?”

“I’m Y/N,” You stuttered, “You haven’t been in school for a couple of days. I just wanted to check on you. You ok?”

“No,” His lip quivered and you hesitantly sat next to him. “I’m tired, Y/N,” Little tears fell from his beautiful eyes, “I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of being a reject. I’m not a bad person, I swear.”

You leaned into his shoulder. “Look,” You sighed, “I know we’re not the same, but I’m alone too. In a totally different way, I’m a reject too. I know how you feel. You don’t have to be alone.”

You looked up into his eyes. “Thanks,” Ashton smiled and wiped his face, “No one’s ever come to check on me. I don’t want to be alone.” He kissed your cheek. Butterflies.

Calum (His POV):

They try to save me

But I’m too far gone

And they called me crazy

So I played along

I lay in the grass, on the cliff, overlooking the ocean. It was my favorite place to be. I went there when I didn’t want to be bothered by anyone else. Only one person knew about this spot other than me. She hates coming here though. She’s afraid, one day, someone’s gonna fall off…

I sat up and took another swig of vodka. I was having one of those days where nothing seemed to matter. I was drowning myself in alcohol.

After finishing the bottle of vodka, all by myself, I made my way home. She was always there to help me home when I had had too much to drink. Where was she now? She couldn’t handle constantly worrying about me, and decided to distance herself. I hate myself for it. I miss my best friend so much. I miss Y/N.

I finally got home. It was 4:16 am. My parents were asleep, but my sister had waited up. “Calum!” She snapped, scaring the shit out of me, “Where have you been?” I ignored her and started walking to my room, but she grabbed my hand. “This has got to stop!” Mali yelled, “You’re crazy!”

“You know what, sis?” I hissed, “Maybe I am crazy!” I ran back out of the house. I couldn’t be there right now. Tiny wet strokes painted the sides of my face. I was crying? Why was I crying? I went to the only place I could: Y/N’s house. Her bedroom window was open. She always kept it open. I climbed in through the window. Y/N was fast asleep. I poked her a couple of times and she jolted awake.

“Cal?” She gasped, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I needed you, Y/N. I miss you so much.”

She ran her fingers through her hair. “Why do you have to do this to me right now?” Y/N whimpered, “I can’t do this, Cal. I can’t keep saving your ass every goddamn night! I’m so scared that you’re gonna go too far. I can’t have that burden on me!”

“I know, I know,” I whispered, my voice shaking. I held her in my arms. “I’m so sorry,” I sniffed, “I never meant for it to go this far.”

“But it has,” She pushed me away, “Don’t you see what you’ve done to yourself? I want to help you, but I don’t know how.”

I put my head in my hands. She was right. I’ve gone too far. I don’t know how to turn back. “I just need you back in my life,” I confessed, “You keep me grounded!”

Anger boiled through her skin. Y/N looked at me with the most hate I’d ever seen. “Shut the fuck up!” She kicked me away from her and cowered in the corner of her bed, “That’s complete bullshit! I most definitely do not keep you grounded. I’m the one who has to carry your drunken ass to bed. I don’t even remember the last time you were sober! You’re not Calum anymore! I don’t know you!”

Then the alcohol took over for about three seconds. I didn’t even mean to! I was innocently thinking about how beautiful she was. Then I was taking in everything she was saying. Then I thought about how kissable her lips looked. The next thing I know, I’m shoving my tongue down her throat. Y/N squirmed and pushed me away for the third time that night. She looked absolutely horrified. “I’m so sorry,” My voice cracked as I realized that I had just kissed my best friend.

“Get the fuck out,” She said, avoiding eye contact with me. I didn’t move. “I said get the fuck out!” She screamed with tears running down her face, “I never want to see you again!”

I scrambled to my feet and jumped out her window. I ran and ran. I could barely breathe. I ran back to the cliff and looked over the edge. Tears blurred my vision, but I could here the waves crashing. I was gone beyond repair.

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Sort of like a follow up to the recent pokemon type ask, what pokemon would each 2p have as their main companion?

(I just stuck with Classic Pokemon, because that’s about as far as my knowledge extends. Also, I just picked them based on how their personalities play on one another.)

America/Allen: Squirtle: adorable yet stubborn, Allen’s a bold and youthful soul whose bullheaded tendencies make life pretty tough sometimes - which is awesome! Depending on the situation, he’s either his own best friend or worst enemy, tending to barrel through life with reckless abandon.

England/Oliver: Pikachu: Popular and outgoing, Oliver the most recognizable of the group. His electric personality, combined with just the right amount of cuteness makes him desired (and sometimes envied) by all he meets.

France/Vincent: Mewtwo: Mysterious and solitary, Vincent a brooding loner who plays life very close to his chest. One of a kind - others have a hard time figuring him out, and that’s just the way he likes it. A very noble heart lies beneath that intimidating exterior though, and he values loyalty above all else.

China/Zao: Meowth: Intelligent and materialistic, Zao is full of ambition and a desire for wealth - whether that be money or knowledge. He’s been a step ahead of his peers for all his life, and things tend to work in his favor, simply because he has that ability to make things happen.

Russia/Viktor: Onix: Hardy and quiet, Viktor’s a gentle giant who enjoys the simple things in life. Complication and change leave him exhausted, whilst the old fashioned pleasures of life leave him soaring. As gentle as his demeanor may be, a boulder-to-the-face is awaiting any who may oppose him.

Germany/Lutz: Charizard: Powerful and brave, Lutz is a champion of all. Few attempt to challenge his commanding presence, as he tends to be the most intimidating in a group. Having experienced more hardships than most, he’s worked not only through perseverance but also true, hard work and grit.

Japan/Kuro: Ivysaur: Honest and naturalistic, Kuro is a humble soul with an appreciation for nature and the outdoors. His open mind soaks in the world around him, and he tends to be very empathetic and understanding. He’s grown up fast, yet recognizes that there’s still more growing to do. 

Italy/Luciano: Evee: Luciano’s really versatile and has many talents. He could become pretty much anything he puts your mind to. Although he often prefers to keep to himself, he will sometimes change himself to please other people and gain approval.

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Naval Academy: Everyone Who's Anyone [PAST] // Prince Eric and Prince Hans

Prince Hans only had to read the first paragraph of Prince Eric’s economy paper before offering the advice that he should either feign illness or burn it. But the other prince was quite excited about the whole thing because he had ‘hit the minimum word count’ for the assignment this time, and Hans could only groan as Eric happily handed his paper in to be read by yet another unfortunate human being. 

And so, it was no surprise at all to Hans when, at the moment class ended for the day and the students had begun to pack, the teacher motioned toward their row of desks. 

“Eric, please stay after class. I’d like to discuss this… 'essay’ you wrote.”

Hans dropped his forehead in his hands with a sigh. It wasn’t that he cared if Eric slacked off on his studying and turned in whatever desperate prose he could muster at the last second, which had clearly been the case, but the fourteen-year-old prince didn’t necessarily want to see him suffer, either.

Almost two months after the fiasco in the cafeteria, Eric had insisted on sitting with Hans in every class they shared, much to Hans’ chagrin. But he had gotten used to seeing his loud, overly-optimistic classmate turn in paper after paper of rushed, uninspired tripe and it was beginning to be painful to watch. 

“Hey, see you guys at dinner, okay?” Eric said, grinning broadly as he hopped up and headed for the front of the room. Noah and Lucas said their quick 'see you laters’, but Hans added nothing. There was no point in saying anything to a dead man walking. Instead, Hans finally stood from his desk and began to shuffle his papers and books together to pack into his satchel. 

“So Hans. Been to old man Weber’s yet?" 

”…What?“ Hans paused, book in hand, and looked across Eric’s now empty desk at Lucas. The other boy sent a sideways glance at Noah on his other side before stopping in the middle of putting his things away to cock a brow at Hans. 

"Don’t tell me you don’t know,” Lucas said, incredulous. Noah leaned back in his chair, in front of Lucas, shaking his bag a bit to get things situation before looking at Hans casually. 

“You know, that creepy place in the swamp?” he said. Hans glanced out the classroom window at the high fences across the premises, and the tall grass and natural environment stretching beyond it. After a moment, he dropped his eyes back to his satchel to continue packing. 

“Nobody’s ever mention it, no,” Hans said. “Should I care?”

Noah snorted. “Well, no one's supposed to talk about it, but everyone does.” The brown-haired boy with the scattering of freckles leaned forward, adding animatedly, “Legend has it, that Old Man Weber used to work here as a groundskeeper. But one day… he accidentally left the door to the roof open, and a 3rd year, Karl Kramer went up there, and jumped. Splat. Kramer pancake.”

Hans frowned a bit at the bluntly morbid imagery, but Lucas continued where Noah left off, looking stuff and serious. “The old man went mad. Said he could hear Karl’s voice begging him to remember to lock the door every night, even after he’d locked it. They fired him, but he felt like he had to stay nearby.”

“Yeah. He bought this beat up house in the swamp, so he wouldn’t be far away,” Noah added. “Some say he still visits the school in the dead of the night to make sure the door is locked.”

“…That’s terrible,” Hans said, dropping his eyes back to his satchel to buckle it closed. “Sounds like a man who’d want to be left alone.”

“He’s dead,” Lucas said flatly, but Noah leaned over again with wide brown eyes. 

“Yeah, but the house is still there. Apparently it’s like… crazy haunted.” Beginning to see the way the conversation was turning, Hans frowned across at Eric’s two friends. Despiting sitting in the same two rows as them in science class and economy, and maybe talking with them here and there, the prince of the Southern Isles was naturally wary of people who would goad their friend into picking a fight with the new kid just for laughs. They weren’t Hans’ friends. Eric wasn’t his friend either. The young prince gave no one at the academy that distinction, preferring to be left alone as much as possible, even if it made him vulnerable to the antics of others. Frowning and raising a brow, Hans leaned one hand on his desk and looked between Noah and Lucas. 

“Okay, where are you going with this? Are we just swapping ghost stories here?” he asked. Lucas shouldered his bag with shrug. 

“I just wanted to know if you were going to take a stab at getting one of the shingles off the roof.”

“Yeah, it’s like a badge of honor. Everyone who’s anyone has at least tried. Seriously, everyone remembers the names of the guys that have done that. Johan Würtz, Storm Dupont, Adam Ernst…”

“…What makes you think I would want to do something like that?” Hans asked in earnest, tilting his head a bit with an uneasy frown. “I mean… have either of you done it?”

“We tried last week, but we got caught. Tonight after dinner is our last detention,” Noah said, sounding full of regret. 

“It might be more of a one-man job, and you’re kind of a loner, so…”

“Basically, you could probably be the next school badass, if you wanted to be." 

Quick not to hesitate at the offer, Hans finishing buckling his bag tight, swinging it over his shoulder. "Being the next 'school badass’ has never been on my list of things to do. After that stupid diversionary stunt Eric and I pulled in the principal’s office, I’m done making a fool of myelf on my permanent records.”

“Oooh, so you’re chicken. Okay. Noted,” Noah said, turning back around in his seat. Hans stared at the back of his head, resisting an irritated blush, and failing. 

“Excuse me?" 

"You’re chicken,” Noah repeated with a shrug. “Scared you’ll get in trouble, so you don’t bother even trying. Most guys try to get one at least once or twice, but I guess there are a couple seniors who’ve never gone for it.” He looked at Lucas thoughtfully. “I don’t think Mads Rytter ever went out there…”

The blonde boy shook his head. “Alfred Holt didn’t either." 

Everyone knew Mads Rytter was a wimpy nerd, and that Alfred Holt had zero friends. Something about being categorized that way made Hans uncomfortable deep down, even though he knew what Noah and Lucas were doing. Crossing his arms, Hans leered at the pair of them reprimandingly. 

"It’s not that I’m afraid. I’m just not a fool,” the prince insisted. frowinng sharply. “If you were being genuine about any of this, you wouldn’t have waited for Eric to leave before springing it on me. I have twelve older brothers, remember? I know a hazing when I see one.” Irritated, Hans pulled his satchel higher over his shoulder before weaving between the next row of desks to drop by his dorm before dinner. He hardly needed whatever stupidity Eric’s dumb friends were trying to feed him. But just as Hans reached the end of the row, Lucas spoke up in hushed tones. 

“Eric has one. He just doesn’t like talking about it." 

Hans paused, letting that thought sink in. He should have kept moving and ignored the boys, and simply carried on with his own business, but something drove him to turn halfway toward them again.

”…Whatever Eric is, he’s not a rule-breaker,“ the young prince said firmly. "He nearly melted when we went to see Principal Savage. I sincerely doubt he would go out of his way to do something that blatant." 

"Did I hear my name? What are we talking about?” Eric asked, striding easily down the aisle between desks. From the levity in his step, Hans could see that whatever abysmal feedback the teacher had given him on his paper, it hardly bothered him at all, and it served to sour Hans’ expression further.

“The swamp,” Noah answered. The moment he did, Eric gave an uncomfortable frown. 

“Ugh… can we change the subject? That place is creepy,” Eric said. Hans looked at the other prince, surprised that he had gone at all when leaving the premises was against the rules in the first place. A beat later, Hans caught a pointed 'I told you so’ look on Lucas’ face, earning him a sharper frown. After leering back at the other boy, Hans shifted his gaze back to Eric. 

“What’s so creepy about it? It’s just a swamp,” Hans said. 

“I don’t know,” Eric admitted. “It smells, and there are weird noises late at night… and it’s HAUNTED… Why would I want to talk about it?”

“You haven’t ever been there, have you?” Hans pressed, but Eric only looked more uncomfortable as he hesitated to gather the things on his desk. 

“Can we please talk about water polo or something else instead?” Eric said, almost pleading. Falling silent, Hans narrowed his eyes a bit as Eric finished packing, then glanced back to Noah and Lucas on his other side. They were already watching him. 

“…You guys go ahead. It wasn’t important anyway,” Hans said, finally turning away to continue down the rows of desks and to the door. If Eric or Noah or Lucas had said anything to slow him down, he didn’t hear it as he vanished out the door. 

Eric had been in the swamp, and something had happened there, but Hans didn’t want to push the other prince too far on the subject. For one thing, Hans didn’t necessarily enjoy talking to Eric, so it seemed like an unnecessary punishment. But more than that, if something bad had happened to him, Hans felt it was the other prince’s right to keep it to himself, to bury it, and avoid it altogether. 

Hans had plenty of secrets like that. 

But did Eric really have one of those stupid roof shingles? Had he been caught on the way back with one? Was that why he had been so afraid of being expelled in Principal’s Savage’s office, because there had been some serious prior infraction? That seemed to make sense, at least… 

The fourteen-year-old prince frowned and shook his head at himself, frustrated for even entertaining the idea that Noah and Lucas weren’t just setting him up for a prank. 

…But still. 

A rooftop shingle from some crazy dead guy’s swamp-shack. Even if it were all a big, dumb set-up, coming back with something like that for realwould have at least impressed a brother or two back home, maybe, at least for a day… The only thing anyone at the academy knew of Prince Hans Westergard was that he was quiet, and bitter, and wanted to be left alone. That he was smart on account of sheer hard work and long hours studying, and did well on his papers and quizzes and finished all his readings. Some of the teachers seemed to suspect that Hans belonged in an accelerated class or two – if only he had applied himself better on the placement tests before entering the school in December. 

He was quiet, and a loner, and the only thing loud or eccentric about him was Eric constantly buzzing nearby. 

Maybe if there was something else to remember Hans by, it would bar away that vulnerability that people saw in him, for finding comfort in being alone. Maybe Noah and Lucas would get off his case. Maybe, in some small way, it would make everyone around him hate him a little less. 

Because they did hate him. 

Hans Westergard was an easy person to push away, shut out, and make invisible. He had found some solace in his cold, guilty, lonesome place he seemed to belong in… but it didn’t mean he liked it there. 

So it was that he veered away from his route to his dorm room that evening, and skipped dinner as he poured through geographical maps of the area surrounding the school. 

So it was that he worked quietly in his classes the rest of the week, avoiding the curious glances of Noah and Lucas, and Eric’s tiresome attempts at making conversation, and quietly packing away bits and pieces of his lunches into his satchel in secret. 

And so it was that when the end of economy class came along that Friday afternoon, Prince Hans Westergard never returned to his dorm, and was absent yet again from dinner, and the groundkeepers’ keys had gone momentarily missing being being found again, strangely, right where he thought he had left them. 

With his satchel heavy over one shoulder with food and supplies, including a long rope, basic first aid supplies, and a hand-drawn map, Hans moved through a mild of tall grassy fields until he reached the long stretches of swampland, where his boots squished deep into the mud when he wasn’t careful. 

He knew the sorts of things to look out for in the area, based on half a week of research in the library, and so his eyes scanned the nearby swamp waters, trying always to keep at least fifteen feet away from the murky edges. Out in the far, far, distance, he thought he could see the tall stone chimney of Old Man Weber’s house in the swamp, tucked just behind the high reaches branches of a thicket of dead, withered trees. 

And somewhere not too far behind him, Hans heard the tall grass rustle – and it was no late-February breeze that had caused it. 

OOC: Eric, Noah, and Lucas’ dialogue were written in this section by itlljusthitme-likelightning, while Hans and the rest of the narration was written by prince-hans-the-frozen-heart