dig looks so peaceful and calm

Study Buddies

This fic is a birthday present to the best mom ever @quackmom! Thank you for always being there for me and inspiring me to be the best me I can be.

request: Omg please do a headcanon that the reader fails a test they studied really hard for and Peter comforts them b y e (requested by: @quackmom )

summary: you spent weeks studying for the algebra quiz and you fail….damnn

word count: 827

warnings: flufff

You sigh, fingers tangling in your hair as you rest your head in your hands, elbows propped on your wooden desk. You tried to swallow that lump in your throat and breathed out slowly, trying to calm yourself. The last thing you need is to get laughed at by your classmates for crying over something as stupid as failing an algebra test.


But this was anything but stupid to you. Your mind flashed through the countless hours, early mornings, and restless nights desperately trying to decode and understand the text books and pages full of notes you had on the subject. You thought you had this one, like the thousands of tests you’d taken before it, but the ‘F’ scrawled in red ink at the top of your test said otherwise.


The bell rang and you shot out of your seat, shoving the paper in your backpack and nearly bolting out of the class. You were so desperate to just get out of the class and start heading home that you had completely missed Peter’s worried looks and attempts to get your attention.


“Hey!” You heard Peter, his sneakers squeaking as he ran to catch up with you, “What happened?”


You looked up, practically drawing your smile on, “Nothing Pete what’s up”


“Don’t you dare. We’ve been friends since Pre-K. I know and I know that you’re lying to me” The bright sunlight outside making him hold a hand over his forehead. “So are you gunna tell me?” His face tilted to look up at you as you both continued walking.


You sighed, he was right, he always had a kind of weird sixth sense towards you and your emotions.


“This is gunna sound really stupid and childish, but I got an F on the algebra test” Your fingers reaching into your backpack, pulling out the now crumpled paper. “I studied for weeks, I knew I didn’t know the concept 100% so I legit spent every hour of everyday trying to study”


You sat on the bench beside the sidewalk, needing a second to breathe before you embarrass yourself infront of your best friend. Peter took the spot beside you, taking the paper from your hands and looking it over.


“I haven’t slept, I barely ate, this is the first test I ever failed and I don’t understand. I did everything I fucking could” your vision went blurry, a tear slipping past your cheek.


The lump in your throat returning from your mix of anger, frustration, and sadness building up. Your tears were slipping, dripping down to your lap as you watched Peter examining your test.


“You’re actually…not that far off. You’re just missing one step it’s not that big a de-” his eyes shifted back to look at you, his smile dropping and his eyes opening wide, brows furrowed. “Hey hey hey woah it’s okay” he was visibly worried, hands shifting up in a sudden panic to calm you.


You had held it in so long, everything was just pouring out. Hot tears streaming down your cheeks, forming wet spots on your jeans.


“It’s okay” Peter’s voice shook a little too, seeing you cry always upset him. He moved his right hand to your cheek, cupping it gently. “You know I hate seeing you cry” the pad of his thumb sweeping across your cheek. “Especially over something we can fix”


You sat frozen, the feeling of his hand on your cheek making your heart strangely…warm. Chills ran through your body when you looked into his eyes, his scanning your face, still obviously worried.


You tugged the sleeve of your sweater, wiping your left over tears “Sorry” you sighed, cheeks and nose probably a horrid shade of red at this point.


“Here, how about you come over Friday and I’ll help you study so you can ace the retest on Monday?” his voice soothing, you felt like you could breathe easier. “But for now, you need sleep hun, and a burger…you look like you need one” his smile brought one to your own lips, damn he knew how to calm you down.


He stood to his feet, holding his hand out to help you up. His arms pulled you into a tight hug “Stop letting one test be more important than your health. It isn’t worth it.” he mumbled, chin digging into your shoulder.


He pulled away, looking in your eyes to see if you were okay, his arms holding your shoulders. You had felt so at peace with everything, like Peter just solved all your problems with one single hug.


“Friday, don’t stand me up” he spoke, your giggle causing a wide smile to form on his lips. His feet carried him in the opposite direction, his body still facing you as he walked away, waving.


“Oh Parker…” you smiled, waving back as he turned and ran to the direction of his apartment, unaware of the feeling he has caused in your heart.

//Backyard Secrets //

“I have a buried body
Of a teenage girl back in my backyard
It is one of the many secrets that the women in our home share
A murder that my mother and her mother helped me cover
We tried washing the blood stains but the damage done was too much
So she brought all her sindoor
Holy red to hide my red sins
A secret my grandmother keeps in the knot of her saree right beside the dangling keys
Sometimes when I wake up from not sleeping at nights
I go look myself in the mirrors
And often I don’t recognise myself
So I panic, I run out, use my hands for shovel
To dig up the graves
Sometimes I accidentally end up digging
the wrong ones only to find my sister’s bodies
So I keep on trying until I find my own victim
I see her face, smiling, peaceful
Finally, the reflection I recognise
It calms my pounding heart from ripping out the chest
with weight of a thousand stones and million secrets
I cover her back up
And I tip toe back to my room
Not disturbing the men of the house, who have to get up early in the morning
And plant lilies
On the fresh dug up backyard”
-Astha

Alright.

a lil everybody lives (except voldemort) au

“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.” 

—  Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin.

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anonymous asked:

BUT THAT JASON NIGHTMARE THO. OH MY GOD JUST him waking up from a super bad one and in a panic he actually calls Bruce???? Maybe it's the one thing that leads to him and Bruce actually forming a relationship post resurrection??

Jason hates it. The man left him to die except he did everything possible to save Jason and he never even cared for his second failure kid but Jason remembers every time Bruce said he was proud, or called him son or said I love you so Jason hates feeling so vulnerable in the night when he’s not the Red Hood, not the feared Gotham vigilante, but is a little boy in a yellow cape waiting for his dad to save him.

Bruce checks in on Jay every now and again, when he can, when he’s in the neighborhood, when he needs to see for himself that yes, Jason is alive and well and thank God. Batman catches Jay in the middle on his nightmare one lonely night, short rapid breaths, sweat beading on his brow, fingers curled viciously as they claw in the mattress. Bruce is by his side, his gloves are off, his cowl is gone and he’s shushing Jay in that warm voice like he used to when Jason still lived at the Manor. He rakes his calloused hands through the boy’s sweat soaked hair and tells him that his father is here. He made it this time. there was no warehouse, there was no Joker, there was no grave. Shh Jason, you’re alive and I am here for you.

Jason eventually calms down, his breathing slows to a much calmer pace, his fingers stop digging familiar notches into the bed. He is at peace, probably more so than he’s ever been since he crawled his way back to life. Bruce hesitates then leans down to give him a chaste kiss on the temple. He would never do this while Jason was awake and Jay would never allow such intimate contact. But now, in the early morning hours, when it’s dark and the nightmares have been temporarily pushed back, they can be father and son once more.

Bruce looks back fondly as he slips out the window. Jay would not appreciate Batman’s presence when he awoke, but the fact that the boy retained enough love to call for his mentor and to be soothed by him gave the dark vigilante hope that one day they can rebuild their relationship. While Batman grapples away, thinking about maybe checking in on a few other birds before the night is through, he doesn’t notice Jason crack open an eye at the open window. Bruce especially doesn’t notice the quiet smile on the boy’s face as he closes his eyes again and drifts into a peaceful sleep.