hey someone had to

anonymous asked:

Hey how do I get the cult end because someone said you had to go on 2 dates with everyone but Joseph but idk?? Any help!

No one knows at all at the moment. We do know SOMEONE has the achievement linked to it though, a user known as HoboLyra. However, I’m hesitant to believe a program to unlock the achievement wasn’t used, as the profile shows some very…. iffy time stamps (IE, I saw at least five achievements unlocked at the same time, INCLUDING the “Escape from Margaritaville” ending.) 

Who knows, maybe they decided to just say right before the achievements kicked in, and then play another route to accumulate more achievements at once. But considering the fact they are not being open about hey to get the ending outright, it makes me suspicious to believe they got the ending legitimately.

They did give hints though, but whether they or true or simply being used as a red herring, I don’t know. According to them, they said that the Dadbook Profile question answers DO matter, there’s something about a key piece being missed (This was very vague. Do they mean it literally? Is there a key we need to find?) and Amanda doesn’t need to be in a bad relationship with you to get the Cult end.

So yeah. Cult end, still unconfirmed for the true way to experience it, and the one person who may have it will not disclose fully. Sucks man.

anonymous asked:

Widowmaker once recited the Bad Guy oath from Wreck-it Ralph "I'm bad, and that's good..." to herself before a mission while cleaning her rifle. Sombra overheard and thought it was one of the most badass thing's she's ever seen her do, and that's saying something. Before she could react, Sombra hugged her from behind as she finished. "Me too, araña, me too." Widowmaker spun around and grabbed her collar. "Not a word, chienne." Sombra shrugged. "Hey, I loved the movie, too."

*siiiiigh* She had to go and tell someone… – Widowmaker

Pffft hey it was a good movie luv. – Tracer

me after my 1 year old nephew took a big gulp of someone’s pepsi: HEY SEAN HAS YOUR KID EVER HAD SODA BEFORE
my brother sean: *sighs* NO
me after my 5 year old nephew feeds my 1 year old nephew a cheeto: HEY SEAN HAS YOUR KID EVER HAD A CHEETO BEFORE
my brother sean: NO

Sometimes I’ll be sitting in my room, perfectly fine, and then I just get slammed by this wave of loneliness and I hate it

Survivor (Jason Todd x Reader) | Part Two

Not a Request.
Warnings: Angst? Mild anxiety. Comfort and reassurance. Some swearing.

You’re not sure what’s going on. You can’t tell what’s real and what’s not, because everything feels floaty and surreal- like you’re in a dream. A very strange dream, that makes you feel as though you’re under water. You can hardly pick up the sounds that are happening around you. They’re voices, you’re sure, but you can’t focus enough on them to find out what they’re saying. Not entirely, at least- only bits and pieces. Pieces such as: told you so, should have noticed, not your fault, and it’s going to be okay. You try your best to focus on the words in order to figure out what the conversation is about, but you’re so tired. You allow your mind to pull you into the abyss of unconsciousness instead.

You wake up to the sound of machines beeping, the tingly feeling of being numb, and… bats shrieking? That can’t be right. You open your eyes, planning on seeing what the hell was going on, only to find that everything was dark- you couldn’t see anything. Upon this newfound knowledge, you begin to panic, and the beeping fastens its pace.

Rushed footsteps make their way to you, and before you’re even able to process what’s happening, a blindfold that was apparently tied around your eyes is removed, and you’re met with the face of the man who saved you. He looks more concerned now than when he found you underneath the piece of stone, and that does very little to help you calm down.

“Beep,” is the only word you’re able to force out, shakily.

It takes a second, but realization dawns on him.

“It’s just the heart monitor!” He’s quick to assure, gesturing to your left where the machinery was. He takes your trembling hand in his, and forces his expression to soften. “You’re safe, Y/N.”

He repeats the words, each time full of gentle sincerity and reassurance, until you’re able to fully relax, and you lean your head back onto the medical bed you were lying on. He slowly removes his hand from yours, and glances over at the machinery you were hooked up to. The remaining concern he held was then completely let go at whatever was on the screens, and you felt yourself calm down even more.

The hero looks back at you with a gentle smile. “How are you feeling? You scared us pretty bad back there.” He continues when he sees the look of confusion on your face. “You blacked out a few times.”

“I am,” You begin, pausing to think. “I’m alive. Sorry to change the subject, but where am I?”

“Batcave. That’s kind of why you had to wear this,” The man raises the blindfold up to his masked eyes, before peeking just over the top of them as he continues. “Batman didn’t want you to see where we were headed if you became conscious on the way over.”

You blink a few times, before sitting up slowly. “Batcave?”

Red Hood only smirks, tosses the sight-obscuring piece of cloth onto a nearby table, and stands back up- which brings your attention to the few bandages on his right arm, and the large bruise that appeared to have swallowed the entire limb.

He offers his left hand, “Care for a tour?”

You stare at the hand for a few seconds before looking up to his face, and find yourself amazed at how you didn’t notice the medical cloth that was taped to his right ear. You accept his hand and he slowly helps you stand on your feet.

“You’re hurt,” you say, quietly.

“I’ve had worse,” is his simple response, in a tone entirely carefree, and he leads you out of the medical portion of the cave.

You’re sure your eyes had never been so wide before, you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. A giant computer, an even bigger penny, and a freaking dinosaur? What kind of hideout was this? You startle out of your amazement by the sound of an angry voice.

“Red Hood,” Batman booms, his tone causing you to flinch. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Giving our guest the grand tour,” Your savior responds easily, not at all sounding perturbed.

“They should be resting.”

He hums as he looks at you, obviously considering if you were well enough to be up and about, before shaking his head, “Nah, I think they’re good, B.”

“Ja- Red Hood,” The Dark Knight pinches the bridge of his nose with an aggravated sigh. “We agreed-”

“We agreed that on patrol, I’d peacefully abide by your terms. Patrol’s over, Batman. Besides, I think you owe our friend here a little look around after keeping them blindfolded this whole time.”

The older man definitely looked ready to retort, but with a sharp exhale, he moves past the two of you, and towards the computer. “Fine. Don’t touch anything.”

“No promises,” Red Hood smirks, obviously enjoying his ‘victory’.

It takes a few minutes, but he actually does show you around the place. You didn’t see any entrances or exits, but you supposed that was probably intentional so you wouldn’t find out where this cave was located.

Biting your lip, you quietly speak, “Mister Red Hood?”

The man seems caught off guard by your voice, and he nearly trips over his own feet. He clears his throat multiple times with a small blush of embarrassment. “You- you don’t have to add a ‘Mister’, just Red Hood is fine.”

“Why am I here?”

“Well, you were hurt and-”

“Yes, exactly, so I don’t understand why I was taken here instead of a hospital.”

He seems to be contemplating what to say, before he shrugs. “I kind of demanded it?” Upon your look of shock he’s quick to add, “N-not for some weird, creepy reason or something, just because uh– we-we don’t have all the facts! We have very few facts and evidence on what happened, so I mean, I thought it’d be safer if you came here! Better to be safe than sorry, y’know?”

“Oh,” You say, a small smile and a raised brow adorning your features. “Thank you, that’s very considerate.”

He’s suddenly very awkward, and in an attempt to save himself, he leads you back to the medical bay, “You should probably get some more rest. Oh, and you’re probably hungry and thirsty, so I-I’ll go ahead and- uh, get some for you. Some food and water, I mean. While you– rest.”

“Okay,” You say, laying back down.

The man backs up as he repeats the word to you, and due to him not paying attention, he trips over his feet, slips out the word ‘shit’ as he hits the floor, and before you can ask if he’s okay, he quickly books it out of the room.

You blink in confusion when you hear a thump, and then another. Concerned, you get up and sneakily peek out, and see Red Hood hitting his forehead against a wall repeating the word “stupid” and the phrases “fucking idiot” and “smooth, jackass” over and over again. Feeling sympathetic, you head back to medical bed and decide you’ll pretend none of this ever happened.

listen I just want people who ship eremin to ship eremin WITH me

I can’t take this near constant stream of ereri, it’s like being pissed on by a stranger who thinks I’m the guy they’ve been messaging on tinder but totally did not communicate their location properly.

Please less piss.

If you post eremin, like eremin, support eremin, or think ARMIN IS IMPORTANT TO EREN, i.e. you have basic reading comprehension skills, please do something to this post.

I may follow you.

Can You Hear Me?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,868

Warnings: angst, mention of blood, mention of stitches, fluff

Prompt: Sam and the reader are taken by a wendigo. Things look scary, then scarier before they finally start looking up. 

A/N: Special thanks to @impala-dreamer for betaing. There are two prompts used in this fic and thanks to @lipstickandwhiskey for providing the prompts: “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me” & “”Do you still have your blindfold on?” His voice came from where he was dangling next to you. “Yes.” “Promise me you won’t take it off.” Both will be bolded.

Originally posted by admiringjensen

“Sam!” The voice was muffled, blocked by rows and rows of rock. “Sammy!” It was unmistakably Dean. Dean! Where was Dean? Where was Sam? Where were you?

“Dean,” you bellowed. Your voice was weak and hoarse, barely reaching the person beside you.

“Y/N?” You breathed a sigh of relief at the sound. Sam’s voice; right next to you.

“Sam!” you cried, struggling to move your arms. You pulled at the ropes, grunting when you couldn’t pull yourself free.

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When I Lost You - Part II - Jaehyun x Reader - Fuckboy HighSchool!AU

Part I Part II  - Part III - Part IV

There will probably be a continuation to this series. This chapter is from Jaehyun’s point of view.

Word Count: 2458

Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language

Genre: Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst

Jaeyhyun’s POV

It was that one fateful day in freshman year when the seating plan had been shifted and he ended up sitting next to you.

His heartbeat had almost stopped; he’d been crushing on you for almost two months now, and this couldn’t be happening.

You had glanced up and noticed him standing there shyly, and you smiled, introducing yourself.

Of course I know who you are, he thought to himself as he tried to find the proper words to not make a fool of himself during his own introduction.

“I’m Jung Yoonoh,” he had stated in a small voice, his dimples showing when he smiled.

You grinned wider, answering him with a laugh and the casual, “I know, I saw you at the library the other day.” His heart lurched.

You knew who he was.

Fate seemed to really have it in for him, then, because all of the projects and presentations that the two of you had had to make were joint efforts, and you turned out to be partners for the rest of the year.

Sitting and procrastinating at the library soon wasn’t enough anymore, especially when your laughter seemed to irritate the librarian and everybody else around you.

He thought that it was probably a time safe enough to invite you over, and he went with it before he could chicken out. You had perked up at the idea of it and accepted the offer immediately, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face for the rest of the day.

When he had gone home, his mother had noticed immediately. He had tried avoiding answering her questions, but to no avail. It only took a prodding of approximately forty-five seconds before he was gushing about you, telling his mother everything from the beginning and freaking out over the fact that you would be coming over the very next day.

Laughing, she told him that you would be very welcome and that she was very interested in meeting you, and he had spent the next half an hour begging her to not show you any baby pictures or embarrassing him as soon as you would walk through the front door.

His family loved you, to say the least, and you had invited him over to your place the day after, where your family almost disowned you and adopted him instead.

Those two days had definitely made it onto his list of the top ten moments in his life.

By the end of the year, the two of you had become inseparable, and he had been trying to do every single thing possible so he could include you in his plans and include himself in yours. The two of you enjoyed each other’s company, and he felt that maybe, just maybe, he even stood a chance at asking you out.

But he had to be sure of your feelings, first, and he failed to ask you out throughout the summer.

Summer was amazing because you saw each other every day for almost more than twelve hours and it never got boring. He never looked at the time when he was with you; if anything, it always felt like the hours spent were never enough.

He’d miss you before you were even gone, and every fun day ended with him smiling as he lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling and imagining what spending the rest of his life with you would be like.

A week or so before school started, you were sitting in his room, talking about the most random things when he had heard you say the most captivating sequence of words he could possibly imagine.

That was when he decided to come clean to you about his dream, showing you his book of lyrics.

You had asked him if he had a song to use for an audition, and even though he was nervous, you praised him when he sang and complimented him like no one ever had, making his throat constrict and his stomach do all sorts of things.

He couldn’t decide on a song, but not because he couldn’t pick one. In that moment, all he could do was stare at you as you chewed on the tip of the pen and bit your lip, and the one thought invading his mind was urging him to lean in and just kiss you.

And he almost did, until he snapped out of it when he realized what would happen if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

So he just kicked at the air and told you to forget it, smiling and saying that there was still plenty of time to choose a song.

When sophomore year started, the two of you were in separate classes, and that immediately alarmed him.

What if you found someone else to replace him while sitting next to them for an entire year? What if you made new friends that you enjoyed spending more time with instead?

Whenever the two of you had hung out, then, all you seemed to care about was his future career.

It was almost all you’d ask about, interrogating him about how it felt and why he wanted to do it and what he’d do with his fame once he would become an idol.

Whenever he did answer, you’d seem lost in thought or you would ignore him completely and type away at your computer, agitating him into thinking how the two of you barely hung out anymore, and how all you asked about was training to become an idol and ignoring everything else.

Had he been right? Did you really no longer care for him like you used to? Or was it a mistake that he had told you about his dream to begin with? Because, to him, it seemed to be all you ever saw anymore.

A few months later, you had started leaving school grounds early and always going away with other people to work on things, and he began to sink into depression.

Maybe he hadn’t meant as much to you as you had to him.

Maybe he really had been replaced.

He should have known better.

He should have stopped himself from becoming so emotionally attached to you when he knew that there was always a possibility that he would get hurt like this.

Deciding to distract himself, he thought drilling himself with five hours of basketball after school every day was the best option, and he joined the school’s basketball team.

Relentlessly training so he could take away the pain, he excelled easily, becoming the MVP only two months into the season and becoming more and more busy.

They nicknamed him Jae, short for Jaehyun, and he went with it, not caring to defend his old name.

Because Yoonoh was pathetic, and he didn’t want to be that anymore.

The team started hanging out with him, and so did the cheerleaders, who were very much interested in him, and he abused it to try and show you what you were missing out on.

He was Jung Jaehyun now, the person everybody wanted to be friends with or to go out with, and you were missing out.

But it still hurt him too much to see you, and it seemed like you weren’t even affected by any of it at all.

Had he actually meant nothing at all to you this whole time? So much that you didn’t even care to ask him about his current life unless it had anything to do with becoming famous?

It pissed him off beyond measure, and the very thought of you started to fill him with poisonous anger.

So he trained harder.

He trained until he couldn’t feel his arms and feet.

He trained and distracted himself with his team and the cheerleaders until the only time you could invade his thoughts was when he tossed and turned and failed to even get a wink of sleep every night.

He began to ignore your texts and calls, hoping that maybe not talking to you or hearing your voice would make the feelings go away.

It didn’t.

Then one day, when he was walking through the hallways with his new crew after school hours, he heard someone running after him.

“Yoonoh? Hey, wait up!” you had called out, and his blood froze over.

No. Please don’t do this.

“Um, who is this person?” asked one of the girls standing with his teammates, laughing. He wanted her to disappear.

“Yoonoh?” snickered another jock.

Please, just disappear, he thought at them all.

He didn’t want to talk to you, but his heart was a traitor, and he couldn’t keep ignoring you any longer.

How long he had yearned to hear you call his name again. 

How long he had wanted to just hug you like he used to and watch you give him the most breathtaking smile.

But you had ignored him, treating him like the two of you were strangers, and that fueled the anger inside of him once more.

He turned around, and his voice came out far more intimidating than he’d ever intended.

“What are you doing here? Can’t you tell that I’m busy?”

No, no, what are you doing?

Your expression had fallen and you had visibly gasped and gulped for air as you took a scared step backwards.

What am I doing?

“Are you okay?” you had asked, your voice making his knees weak and his heart melt. “I’ve been texting and calling you about -”

He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t break down.

But his answer was out before he could even think, and he shocked himself with the severity of his own tone.

“Does it look like I give a fuck?” And the others started laughing.

Stop it! What are you doing? Enough!

“Take a hint, honey,” said another person from his group, but his ears were ringing and he couldn’t even identify who it was.

They needed to leave. Now.

“I’ll meet you outside, guys,” he said as calmly as he could manage, still sounding gruff as they all left.

He hadn’t realized he had asked the next question out loud until you had exploded at him.

“What the hell is your problem?”

My problem?” you had begun yelling, making him flinch, but you didn’t seem to pay attention. “What the hell is yours? Since when have you been like this? Since when have you hung out with such people or talked like that? I’ve been trying to reach you for days, and here you are -”

And the anger was back. 

You had ignored him all this time, treating him like he was nothing but trash, and you were lecturing him?

“You never thought that maybe giving you no answer was an answer?” he bit back sarcastically before he could help it, already regretting the words as they fell from his lips.

What the hell am I doing? 

Please, stop it already. You can’t lose Y/N again, you fuckhead.

“No, I didn’t,” came your answer, “because my best friend, Jung Yoonoh, would never do what you’re doing.”

And it’s like you were only now seeing him, after all these months, and his heart started cracking.

Best friend. That’s all I’ll ever be, isn’t it? 

“It’s Jaehyun,” he corrected impulsively.


“My name is Jaehyun. Stop calling me by my other name.”

He couldn’t hear anyone else call him Yoonoh again. Especially not you. 

He couldn’t let you remind him of everything he’s messed up and lost because of who he used to be.

Everyone now wanted Jung Jaehyun, but it wasn’t enough for him.

Because you didn’t want him, too.

Other name? Do you even hear yourself?!”

“Hey, look, fuck off, alright? I don’t need this right now and I’m not in the mood for it either,” he retaliated harsher than he had intended, cursing at himself and hating himself more by the second. You huffed.

“Here I was, working to make your dream come true while you threw yourself away at cheerleaders and people who don’t even know your name.”

It hurt. 

It stung like a fucking bee right on his chest.

What did you know about his dream?

All he had wanted was for you to care about him as much as he did about you.

Was that really too much to ask for?

“You don’t know me,” he bit back again.

Yes I do!” you had yelled, and he was now losing hope with every single breath. “But I guess not anymore.”

“Here,” you had said, shoving some papers in his direction, and he couldn’t even look at them.

How could he ever accept anything from you again when his heart would still leap at the thought of you and his would still eyes water at knowing that he had fucked everything up?

“I don’t want your stupid biology notes,” he had commented, turning away so you couldn’t see his face, but he felt the papers smack into his back, and he rounded on you, furious at how insensitive you could be.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled, more at himself than at you, but you just stood there and looked him straight in the eyes.

“They’re yours,” you had stated plainly, walking past him, not even bothering to glance back.

“And lose my number,” you added, his heart beginning to shatter into pieces.

Already have,” he replied viciously as the door slammed shut behind you,

He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.

To just scream until he lost his voice and no sound came out anymore.

He was about to walk away, leaving in the opposite direction, when he noticed the papers still strewn across the hallway floor.

He snatched some up, about to rip them into a thousand shreds out of spite and anger, when the title caught his eye.

You had written him and composed him a song, and one of the papers included a letter. He could recognize your handwriting blindfolded.

Hey, YoYo!

His breath hitched at the nickname you’d given him so many months ago.

I know I haven’t been hanging out with you much lately, and that I’ve probably bored you out of your mind with questions about becoming an idol.


I hope you like it, although I still feel like it’s not as great as it should be. But don’t worry, they’ll be too captivated by your voice to notice the song, right?

I still believe in you, even when you don’t.


He sank to his knees as he read and looked over everything you’d made for him, his mind and heart and soul in absolute chaos.

And then he began to weep, and the last of the strings inside of him broke.

Guys My Age

Summary: A fed up reader finds some comfort in a new… friend

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

RatingR ( suggestive material)( age gap?)(alcohol)

Listen to Guys My Age by Hey Violet for full effect

Different night. Different bar. Same bullshit, childish excuse from your various dates. This was the third night in a week that you’d been blown off, and you’d had enough. You sat alone in your favorite little black dress at a dimly lit bar, scowling as you scanned the restaurant goers. Tossing back a rum and coke, you hardly even noticed that someone had joined you at the bar.

“Hey, are you alright, miss?”

A gentle voice chimed beside you. Snapping you out of your fog of anger and disappointment, you turned to face the inquiring stranger. Your breath hitched in your chest as you took in his appearance; piercing blue eyes, sharp features, stubble pricking over his jaw, plump lips and an impressive physique clad in a dark suit.

“ Yeah, I’m doing okay. Thanks.”

Your words were just above a whisper, and the man had to lean closer in order to hear them. He smiled softly, gaze meeting yours.

“ Okay then. Well, do you mind if I join you…”

“ Y/N.” You piped up. “ My name is Y/N. And not at all. You’re more than welcome to join me. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

A grin spread across his rosey lips.

“ I’m Sebastian, and it’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone on a Friday night?”

Pink rose to your cheeks at his compliment, and you cleared your throat as he ordered a drink.

“ Got ditched by a date. I’ve been trying the whole online dating thing, and I’ve come to a conclusion…”

He quirked an inquiring brow at you from across the top of his glass.

“ Guys my age… suck!”

Sebastian snorted, almost shooting his gin and tonic through his nose. You laughed at this, and he joined after he finished his drink.

“ I mean, who knew that 25 year old guys still act like high school boys?” You continued, “They don’t pick up the tab, they don’t hold open doors or tell you that you like nice… and don’t even get me started on ‘em in the bedroom.”

Sebastian laughed as you giggled, hiding your blush behind a glass.

“ I’m very sorry that you got stood up tonight, Y/N. That fella is really missing out, if it’s any reassurance.”

His voice was low and raspy, and as you looked at him, you noticed that his baby blue eyes had darkened. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you asked,

“ What makes you say that? I’m just an average girl.”

Sebastian chuckled at this, smiling and shaking his head.

“Y/N, there’s not an average thing about you.”

His eyes traveled up your body, tracing every curve until his gaze met yours once again. You could not longer hid the color rising in your cheeks. Butterflies flapped wildly in your ribcage.

“ You’re absolutely beautiful. Cunning. Smart. Funny. If I had it my way, I’d like to show you off to all the boys who passed up the opportunity to know you. Show ‘em what they’re missing.”

You shivered as he place his hand on your thigh, gripping gently at the flesh. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure that the entire bar could hear it’s rhythm.

“ W-what are you suggesting, Sebastian?”

Your words were breathless, lips quivering as he smirked at you. He leaned in and whispered,

“ How ‘bout I show you what you’ve been missing with an older man? A real man?”

He placed a soft kiss on your neck, raising goosebumps when he sat back, a smug grin playing on his lips. Your heart fluttered. This was an offer you simply could not refuse.


The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (2003) | Mina Harker

Is the vampiric sucking of people’s blood radical behavior?

Not That He Cared Or Anything

It was sometime the next night when Max noticed something was off. After they had finally gotten in and out of sleepy peak general, and were safely back at camp, David was noticeably different. He seemed to be quieter, had less to say. He didn’t correct Max as much on his language, or try to reel Nikki in from almost breaking her arm in a recent tree climbing incident. Max originally believed that Daniel had possibly broken out of prison or wherever the hell they sent him, and taken over. But the unmistakable hum of the camp song coming from David in the early mornings was enough to render that point moot. Not that he cared or anything, but it would be smart to find out if the camp had been over run by a crazy imposter.
Max watched at breakfast, as David walked in. His smile smaller, yet more forced somehow. He sat alone-Max took note that he didn’t eat anything that morning. He just sat, fiddling with that yellow scarf of his in the same hideous shade of yellow their camp shirts were made of. He could’ve sworn David muttered something under his breath, but wasn’t about to question it.
Gwen walked into the mess hall a few moments later and sat down with some coffee and toast, unaware of how odd David was being.
“Hey, so the canoes are all set up.” She stated, not looking up from the trashy magazine she had brought to read.
David stiffened. “Canoes? Why?”
Gwen looked at him, unamused. “Because we’re teaching these heathens how to canoe today. I thought you read the camp itinerary.”
“I-I do! I guess my head has just been somewhere else…” he trailed off.
“Are you feeling okay Davey?”
David seemed to freeze up entirely at that. As though he was a computer trying to load. The look on his face was indescribable, but Max was sure he never wanted to see it again, and from the way Gwen was staring at him, he had a feeling she felt the same.
“David!” Gwen shook him and he seemed to snap out of his trance.
“What? Gwen? Oh, um sorry-I spaced out I suppose! Yeah yeah, I’m fine. I just haven’t been called Davey in a while and, um…” he trailed off, not wanting to say too much. Just…just give me a second to go and check the safety gear. You can never be too careful.“ He put on a fake smile and left the mess hall.
"What the fuck?” Gwen muttered, watching him leave.
Max got up and headed to the exit.
“Max, where are you going?” Neil asked.
“Gonna go see what the fuck David is doing. If he commits suicide then there’s a good chance Gwen will kill us by virtue of being left alone with us.” Yeah, that was why. He certainly didn’t care about David or anything.
He exited the mess hall and went to find David. He was standing alone nowhere near the water, muttering to himself.
“Keep it together…everything will be fine…keep it together…”
“David, what the fuck are you doing?”
David spun around. “M-max! When did you get here!?”
“Just now. What the hell are doing muttering to yourself in a corner? That’s the shit serial killers do.”
“Oh, nothing! Just repeating an old mantra to get my spirits up! Why don’t you go get ahead of the curb and put on your life vest-the rest of the camp will be out in a minute!” He ruffled Max’s hair and walked over to the canoes. He put on his life vest, but hesitated when he got close to the water. Taking a deep breath, he took a step closer and sat in one of the canoes.
The kids gathered around the canoes and put on their life vests quickly, all partnering up until their was one spot left for Max, and of course it had to be with David. Now typically a ride with David would be awful, but maybe Max could find out what was wrong with David. Not that he cared or anything, but if David was finally snapping he should at least be prepared to make a break for it before he went full axe murderer on the camp.
David did most of the rowing, and looked uncomfortable all the while. His eyes darted around wildly, his hands trembled as he paddled the ores, and he was visibly sweating though weather certainly wasn’t warm enough to warrant that.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Max asked suddenly, possibly too harsh.
“What do you mean?” He asked quickly and rather nervously.
“I mean, what the fuck is you problem? You’ve been acting weird ever since we got back from saving space kid. I don’t know what set you off, but you’re freaking me the fuck out.”
“I-I assure Max, it’s nothing.” David replied, though his body language indicated otherwise.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, camp man!”
“Max, I am not lying to you!”
By now they had the whole camps attention, though both took no notice.
“And anyway, you shouldn’t be concerned with me. I’m an adult, I can handle myself just fine!”
“Oh, you can handle yourself? Just like how you handled taking space kid to the hospital? Just like how you could handle being nice for a day? Just like how you could handle that fucking cultist!? He was going to kill you if I hadn’t messed with your emotions and he hadn’t poisoned himself!”
“You don’t think I didn’t know he was a cultist? You don’t think I didn’t know he was going to kill me? Max I was perfectly aware, but I figured that if anyone could fix it you could! You’re certainly much more capable with this kind of stuff-I would’ve got us all caught if I tried getting the police down to camp!”
“Well why didn’t you just take care of it instead of letting him get minutes away from killing you!? Why didn’t you attempt to fight him instead of standing there singing and doing nothing!?”
“Maybe because I wanted him to!” David suddenly yelled. “Maybe I wanted him to do me in because I deserved it!”
The shouting match had stopped, and David immediately smacked a hand over his own mouth, realizing what he had just shouted to the camp. But the couldn’t take his words back-he had just admitted something he swore to never reveal, and the whole camp had heard. His eyes were wide as dinner plates with pupils the size of pinpricks. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, yet he didn’t notice. He entire body was shaking like a leaf. The camp was caught in a deafening silence.
“Campers, I think that’s enough canoeing for one day…” Gwen broke the uncomfortable and stunned silence, staring at David concernedly.
David paddled them back shore in complete silence. Max didn’t know what to say, and David couldn’t bare to even look him in the eyes. The canoes were pulled ashore.
Gwen hurriedly walked over to David, who had since calmed down and now just looked ashamed. Sad and ashamed.
“David, do you want to-”
“I’m…going on a hike. I need to be alone right now.” His voice sounded weak and broken. He looked over his shoulder to a sea of concerned and bewildered faces. The look on his face was heartbreaking. “I’m very sorry you had to see that campers.” He apologized, before walking off into the woods.
“Holy shit.” Max finally breathed.
“Should we do something?” Space kid asked, worried.
“Ith he going to be okay?” Nerris pondered.
“Kids, why don’t we go back to the mess hall. I’ll send someone to check on David. I’m sure he’s fine-probably just stressed.” Gwen tried to calm them, though her own worries made it difficult to do so.
“I’ll go.”
“Max?” Gwen turned to him. “Why would you-”
“If there’s anyone David is willing to talk to, it would be me. He’ll probably try to make it into some lesson about loving yourself or something. Anyway, he wouldn’t turn me away if I was going to willingly sit with him.” If David went and offed himself it would be blamed on Max for being in the canoe and fighting with, that’s why he was going. It’s not like he cared or anything.
He expected Gwen to object, but she simply nodded, knowing he was probably right. Max was his clear favorite, or at the very least, he spent much more time on Max than anyone else. Max took off, trying to figure out where he would’ve gone off to. He remembered the story David had told the kids in the car a few nights ago, and made an assumption that the Sleep Peak pine would be pretty important to him.
It took some wandering, but Max eventually found the tree-he supposed that hike David had taken him on to find a branch had some use after all-and sure enough, there was David. He was leaned against the tree, staring at his handkerchief with sad eyes. He pressed it close to his chest and hugged it there. As Max got closer, he heard David and finally realized what he had been muttering earlier in the mess hall.
“I’m sorry Jasper…I’m so sorry…” he sniffed.
“You’ve kept your camp shirt wrapped around your neck this whole time?” Okay, maybe not the best thing to open with, but Max didn’t have much else.
“It’s not mine, it was ‘his…’” Max didn’t have to work too hard to figure out who 'he’ was “Well, one of his anyway.” David responded quietly. He turned to Max. 'Why are you out here? I’m not around to force any camp activities on you, and now your hiking on your own?“
"Hey, someone had to make sure you didn’t kill yourself. If you did than I’d get blamed and you know how much the cops just love to find reasons to blame minorities and-” David cut Max off before he could go into a tirade.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I told you, I just needed some time.”
“Could’ve fooled us back there.”
David winced at his words, but sighed and nodded in acceptance. He moved over, giving Max a place to sit, which he took.
“I suppose you’re right.” He half-heartedly laughed, with no smile to be seen.
“That story you told us in the car was a lie, wasn’t it?”
“Not entirely. The basic story remained the same. Just with a lot more swearing, and I still wasn’t exactly in love with Camp Campbell afterwards. I didn’t hate it anymore, but I didn’t love it as much as I do now.”
“Figured. So, Jasper didn’t die in that story, huh?”
“No, surprisingly he really did survive all of that.”
“What happened then?”
David was quiet for a moment, staring at the shirt. Finally, he opened his mouth.
“It was the end of the year. Jasper and I had become closer. I still considered him the best camper, even if he was having doubts. Even when he thought this capm sucked he worked hard to make everyone feel loved and needed. He wanted to make the campers as happy as possible, no matter how hard it was. One night Jasper decided he wanted to see Campbell’s summer home on spooky island-find those bears Cameron had killed. We weren’t allowed to go, but I wouldn’t let Jasper go it alone. We snuck out after hours and stole a canoe. We made it over fine but when we decided to go home…” he struggled to continue. “A storm had started…w-we thought we could get across, it wasn’t that far.” The bit his lip. “The canoe tipped. By that time there were people searching for us, but we weren’t seen in the storm and the dark. We kept trying to swim but the waves were choppy and fast and we couldn’t get up. Jasper h-he, managed to get me on top of the canoe. I tried to save him-I tried so hard to pull him on with me but the waves kept coming pushing us apart! They wouldn’t let up! I kept reaching but he kept getting farther and farther and farther and-!” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“He drowned, didn’t he?” Max asked, finishing his sentence.
David nodded, the tears pouring once again. “By the time someone got us out of there, I had passed out from the water in my lungs and the hypothermia. They pulled Jasper out and they tried to resuscitate us but…I-I was the only who woke up…”
“And now you think it’s your fault he died because he saved you and you couldn’t return the favor. And you’ve been so freaked because after telling us that story all those bad memories flooded back.”
David let out another half, chuckle. “You’re a smart kid, Max. A really smart kid…I want you to be happy here. As happy as I am. But I hope you never have to go through what I went to get there.” He stared off into the distance, thinking. “Jasper did everything he could to make Camp Campbell a safe haven for everyone-to make everyone as happy as possible. I figured that if I couldn’t save him, the least I could do was carry on his goal.
"Do you think Jasper would want you to live with guilt like that? Because that’d be pretty fucked of him.”
“No. But he’s not around anymore is he? I would never kill myself though, that I promise. It wouldn’t be right after what he did to keep me alive.” He pulled out his wallet and pulled a wrinkled old photo from it. “I always keep it with to remind me what I’m living for. What I’m doing all of this for.”
Max looked at it, a picture of David and Jasper. Their arms were linked and both seemed so happy. Max recognized that face and suddenly he had the terrifying thought that Nikki may have been right about ghosts on Spooky Island. Max stared at the photo, pondering whether to tell David he had met a Jasper who looked just like this not too long ago.
“Maybe another time…” Max thought. David would probably just think it was a cruel joke anyway, and even for Max that was too far.
“Don’t tell Mr. Campbell I told you about Jasper. If he found out he’d kill us both.”
Max assumed it to be a joke, but knowing Campbell he might’ve been entirely serious.
“You ready to go back to camp?” Max asked.
“I think I’m gonna sit here a little longer. Take in the view. The sunset is incredible from here.”
“Well, I guess I’m gonna have to stay here and make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” Max responded, feeling himself relax.
David, for the first time in a while, looked at him with a genuine smile. “Thanks Max.”
“Yeah yeah. If you tell anyone about this I swear to god I’ll stab you while you sleep.”
“Duly noted.”
David was right, the sunset was amazing. Max stretched, feeling exhausted from the events of the day and leaned against David. David put an arm around Max and he’d him closer-like a half hug. It was comforting, and sense of warmth filled Max’s chest as his overzealous counselor smiled down at him, making it known how lucky David thought he was to have kid like Max around with a single look. Not the he cared or anything. Well…maybe he cared a little.

anonymous asked:

There's an old legend that crows are quite smart and live their entire life with their beloved partner. Whenever you see a crow that is alone, they either haven't met their partner yet or they've lost them. This made me think of Sarumi. Yata(garasu) was alone after S1 since he "lost" Saru. What do you think would happen if Sarumi were to come across this legend and someone made the connection between them two and the legend?

I’m imagining this happening initially while the two of them are separated, like say Fushimi’s out on patrol with Akiyama and Benzai and they happen to come across a couple crows picking at some garbage someone left on the ground. Being responsible types, Akiyama and Benzai start trying to shoo the birds away a bit to clean up while Fushimi sits and complains about the pointlessness of it. Akiyama gives him a small smile and suggests that Fushimi continue on the patrol and they’ll catch up. Fushimi clicks his tongue because seriously, such a waste of time, which is when he hears the sound of skateboard wheels on pavement and his Misaki radar starts tingling so he goes to investigate. He runs into Yata, who was just skateboarding around town doing nothing much. Of course Fushimi has to bait him into a fight and soon the two of them are going at it, Akiyama and Benzai hear the commotion and come over to see what’s going on, not sure what to do because technically Fushimi shouldn’t be causing a scene in public but he’s their superior officer so they can’t really stop him. Some of Homra’s alphabet squad shows up and between everyone they manage to drag Yata and Fushimi apart. Yata glares at Fushimi as he stalks off with some of the Homra guys, complaining about stupid monkeys, while Fushimi just clicks his tongue and tells Akiyama and Benzai that they need to get going already. That’s when Akiyama notices that the crows have come back to mess with the trash he and Benzai just fixed, as they try to clean the last of it up Benzai notes that the two crows are still hanging around together. Akiyama mentions hearing that crows that find their true partner remain together for life, if a crow is alone it means it hasn’t met a partner or lost it. Benzai makes a wry comment about how they just ran into Homra’s Yatagarasu all alone and wonders half-teasingly if that crow hasn’t found a partner yet or if his partner was lost. Fushimi meanwhile is leaning against a wall listening to the entire exchange and trying very hard to pretend that he isn’t.

So then a couple years later post-ROK Yata and Fushimi have moved in together and Fushimi overhears Yata complaining because there are these two annoying crows that keep getting into their trash. Fushimi teases him a bit about not being able to handle his own kind and Yata’s like shut up don’t take their side. Staring at the crows Fushimi remembers the legend from before and without even meaning to finds himself asking Yata why he never took another partner. Yata’s kinda confused at first about what Fushimi means and Fushimi clarifies a bit, that everyone in Homra is usually paired off but after Fushimi left Yata became the vanguard alone, Yata worked with Kamamoto a lot but they were never specifically partners the way Yata and Fushimi were. Yata wonders where this whole line of questioning came from and Fushimi just shrugs and says that it was a stupid legend he heard once, that crows who are alone either lost their partner or never had one. Yata looks at him in surprise and then gets this slightly sad smile as he says well, maybe me and the crows are alike that way after all, because after Fushimi left Yata couldn’t ever bring himself to have another partner, he didn’t want anyone except Fushimi by his side. Fushimi gets a bit self conscious and mutters that it’s just a stupid legend after all but Yata just laughs and says it’s still kinda similar, after all Yata really did stay alone until he had his real partner back and now that he and Fushimi are together again Yata feels like he’s definitely never going to be alone anymore.

(Avengers x reader drabble) Teaching

Originally posted by metal-arms-and-golden-horns

Request:  “Hey!!! I have a request for you. Could you do a reader x Avengers where the reader is Latina and she teaches them Spanish? And can you make their hair really curly? Sorry for the specifics and THANK YOUUU!!!!!!” - @thebookisbtr

A/N: Okaayyyy so I used google translate (dumb white girl party of one) so I’m sorry if I got the Spanish wrong. Also I’m sorry but I didn’t go into any specific characteristics but I really hope you like it! Also it can be interpreted as a Bucky one shot platonic or romantic.

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Warning: Just one curse word  


You sat on the couch in the Avengers Compound, intently listening to the TV before you and drawing in the words before you. You were fairly alone for now, some of the other avengers were training at the moment and you had decided to relax for a while. Recently you had been watching Spanish TV or watching your favourite movies with Spanish dubs so you could keep up with your first language. You wanted to make sure that you didn’t forget any of your Spanish whilst you were living here.

Suddenly, the door behind you opened and you looked behind you to see a familiar face. Bucky had just walked in, a towel around his neck and a white tank shirt on. His hair was damp and several strands were clumped together as he walked through the door, giving you a weak smile. You gave him a slightly brighter smile back which make Bucky feel better as he walked over to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. You wished you could get closer to Bucky. You felt bad for what had happened to him these past few months and you wanted to get to know him better. You stopped watching Bucky and focused your attention back to the TV.

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