i should really calm down

@arabian-batboy said: Can you write something where Bruce comes across Jason in an alley after his resurrection but before Talia took him in & since he couldn’t talk at that time (& because he’s supposed to be dead) Bruce thinks it’s just a hallucination and just leaves him?


It had been a long time since Bruce was afraid of ghosts, mostly because they never left him alone. If this one seemed more real than usual, hey, it had been a rough day.

Always was, this time of year. 

April 27th. Bruce liked to think he was getting better— maybe some year he wouldn’t find himself lurking in Crime Alley on today, the anniversary of Jason’s death— but he wasn’t there yet.

It made sense. How was he supposed to forget Jason? That was what it would take, Bruce knew, to leave the guilt behind. Every time Jason crossed his mind, it all came crashing back: the grief and shame and pain in his chest. 

Flashbacks, sometimes. Hallucinations.

He wasn’t particularly surprised to see his dead son lying on the cobblestones. It was bound to happen today. 

Bruce took a deep breath. It was time for another hell ride through his own subconsciousness. What would it be this time?

Older, he thought— this Jason looked older, the age he would be if he had lived. That was normal; Bruce spent a lot of time imagining Jason alive and growing up. This Jason looked like he had been on the street for a long time, and Bruce could explain that too; they’d met on this spot when Jason was young and homeless. Of course he was remembering that day. 

Bruce blinked away the image of Jason, small and defiant, sprinting towards the mouth of the alley with his tire iron. Who hit the Batman with a tire iron? Jason did. Jason was…

Well, Jason was dead. Jason had been extraordinary— brave, bright, explosive, kind— but he was gone, and the illusion on the pavement was just that: an illusion. A memory. Bruce’s mind playing tricks.

The punishment he deserved. He could feel it beginning like it always did, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his fingertips, his chest, rooting him to the stone underneath him until he couldn’t run— not that he should run. He hadn’t saved Jason. The least he could do was feel it.

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Ghostbusters (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reckless!Reader

Warning: Cursing, ghosts and stuff

Summary: Y/n prides herself in being a ghost hunter and Peter is pretty sure ghosts aren’t real. One day while the city is quiet and Peter doesn’t have to fight crime, Y/n decides that she and Peter need to hunt some ghosts.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is just a funny little fic I thought up while watching Buzzfeed Unsolved. Those guys crack me up and I thought what Peter would be like while ghost hunting. 

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“Peter… Peter… Peter!” Y/n spoke softly, shaking Peter’s sleeping body wildly as she pushed him off his desk.

Peter’s eyes opened slowly as he jerked away from his best friend. He leaned back in his seat, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and examined his friend. 

“What is that?” he asked, pointing to Y/n’s head.

Y/n stood before him, her arms crossed over her chest as she shivered in the cool room. She had on the hoodie Peter had been looking for for months, ripped jeans, a beanie and boots, not too different from her normal attire, but the thing that Peter questioned was the small camera Y/n had strapped to her beanie.

“It’s my ghost hunting camera.” Y/n stated in a matter-of-fact tone. 

“And why do you have that?” Peter asked, hoping she wouldn’t say it. 

“Cause you and me, Petey, we’re going ghost hunting.” Y/n grinned. 

“And she said it.” Peter muttered to himself before rising from his seat. “Bug, how many times do I have to tell you? Ghosts are not real. They aren’t scientifically possible.”

“Um, yes they are. And they are scientifically possible. Paranormal science exists for a reason, you know.” 

“Just because you saw paranormal science in a Ghostbusters movie does not mean it is a real thing.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

Y/n squinted at the boy. “I don’t believe you.”

“The Mandela Effect you keep talking about isn’t real, either.”

Y/n gasped dramatically and put a hand to her chest. “Don’t you dare use the Mandela Effect’s name in vain! And if you can be bitten by a radioactive spider, as stupid as it sounds, then all I believe in can be real. Now, get dressed. We’re going out.”


Peter steadied the flashlight in his hand. He would never tell Y/n, but he was quite scared of being in the dark open spaces of the abandoned hospital she had taken him to. 

“Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?” Y/n asked, wiggling her brows as Peter shined his flashlight on her. 

“What do you mean?” Peter gave her a look. 

“Don’t you feel the ghosts? The crazy energy of this place?”

“The only thing I’m feeling is stupidity for following you here.”

“Oh, come on, Petey. Lighten up! This is fun!” Y/n skipped down the dark hall, her beam of light being the only thing that Peter could see until he couldn’t see it much longer.

He felt panic swell up in his chest as he sprinted down the hall to where he had last seen Y/n. It was when he was panting and sick to his stomach that he felt a hand creep up his shoulder. He screamed loudly and jumped as a laugh emerged from behind him.

“Oh…my…god! I got you so good!” Y/n said in between laughs. “I think I might pee myself! Ah!”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, bug. You’re hilarious.” Peter replied sarcastically, clutching his chest as he tried to get his heartbeat to slow.

“I am very hilarious, thank you.” Y/n smiled as she wiped joyful tears from her eyes. “Now let’s get serious.”

“Like you’re ever seri-”

“Shut it, bug boy! It’s time to be serious.” Y/n cut Peter off, positioning the flashlight so that the light was illuminating her face in a dramatic way. “Now, a little run down of the history of this place. It was build in the 1900s, started out as a normal hospital, then became a sanitarium in the 1920s. They were so cruel as a sanitarium people believe there are angry spirits still haunting the east wing that had the shock therapy. Then, in the 1960s, it was shut down after a homicidal patient killed two nurses and a doctor in room 209.”

“And?” 

“We’re gonna go there. I wanna get spooked, duh.”

“I don’t know if we should go up there, bug.”

“Why? Are you scared, Peter?” Y/n mocked like a child, throwing her arm around Peter’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you, Spider-boy.”

‘I’m not scared. I just don’t trust the structure of this building.”

“Nope, you’re totally scared.”

“I am not scared.”

“Then prove it.” Y/n said, removing her arm from around Peter. “Race ya to room 209!”

Y/n began to take off, sprinting up the stairs as Peter gasped dramatically. 

“Wait for me!” Peter yelled, running after the laughing girl.

Y/n stood as still as a statue in the hall, the beam of light illuminating from her flashlight shook as Peter slowed down and walked towards her. 

Y/n’s flashlight was following the wheelchair that sat in the middle of the hallway, a wheelchair that had not stayed stagnant, but rolled back and forth the width of the hallway slowly, as if someone in it didn’t know how to use it. 

“Haha, very funny, bug. Where’s the fishing line or the person controlling the chair?” Peter stated sarcastically as he walked past Y/n.

“No…no! Peter, don’t!” Y/n stammered, her face as white as a ghost. 

“Don’t what? Touch the wheelchair?” Peter asked, walking toward the chair before it wheeled backwards and bumped into him before skittering down the hallway as Y/n let out a shriek. 

“I wasn’t doing that, Peter! Holy shit! I wasn’t doing that and we’re the only people in here!” Y/n cried, tears rimming her e/c eyes as Peter walked towards her with a nervous chuckle. 

“What are you talking about, bug? That was obviously remote controlled or something. You were just trying to scare me, right?”

“I-I was at first, but that wasn’t a prank I was pulling on you. It was a ghost! A motherfucking ghost!” Y/n cried as Peter turned as white as a sheet.

“What? That wasn’t you?” Y/n shook her head. 

“Fuck this! Ghostbusting is the worst! I’m pretty sure I pissed myself. The ghostbusters make this seem so easy.” Y/n rambled as Peter approached her, laughing loudly. “What? Why are you laughing?”

“Because- because I got you so good! Oh my god, bug, that was just a remote control!” Peter cried between laughs. “Come here, look.” 

Peter pulled out a remote controller from his pocket and flipped a switch on it and moved the joystick as the wheelchair came zooming down the hallway. He made it do a few turns before Y/n finally got herself to calm down.

“You are the absolute worst, Peter Parker.” Y/n said as she began to calm down. “But, I really think we should go.”

“What? Why?”

“Cause I really did piss myself…” Y/n stated softly, a blush rising to her cheeks. 

Peter chuckled. “Oh god, bug, seriously?” Y/n nodded. “Okay, let’s go back home, but you are going to sit on your jacket in the car cause you and I know both know May would be made if the car smelled like pee.”

“Well, I hope you know that this is your jacket.” Y/n giggled as she began to walk away, cursing herself with every step while Peter followed with a groan. 

They reached the entrance to the building faster than Y/n had expected when they hear a groan from up the stairs. 

“Did you hear that?” Y/n asked, looking over at Peter. 

“It was probably nothing, we should go.”

“No, I wanna know what that was.” Y/n argued before turning towards the staircase. “Hello?!” 

Her voice echoed for a moment before the two hear an ear piercing scream and they scrambled out the doors. 

Two of Peter’s jackets still smell.

anonymous asked:

for the prompts thing, could u do number 2 for boyf riends? thank you!

WOOT THIS IS MY LAST PROMPT! I LOVE THE BOYFS :’)

(also i wrote this whole thing in my asks, then tumblr wouldn’t let me post and then it deleted off my clipboard when i copied it so… i think it was better before, but ehhhh, here’s what i remember)


“Did you seriously burn all your ‘uncool’ clothes?” Michael laughed, flicking through hangers.

“Well, not burn them,” Jeremy responded, grimacing at the price tag on a shirt. “But I threw them out, yeah.”

“You didn’t even give them to like Salvation Army or something?” Michael chortled.

“That wasn’t ‘chill enough’,” Jeremy replied, forcing a smile. His eyes fell on a shirt that looked very similar to his old favourite; multicoloured stripes with a ringer neck. He pulled it out, showing Michael. “What do you think of this one?”

Michael grinned. “Definitely. Very you.”

These words, meant as a compliment, shot fear down Jeremy’s spine, reminiscent of the shocks he’d received from the Squip.

“How ‘bout this one?” Michael asked, holding up a Pokemon tee. “Jer?”

Jeremy barely heard him, his eyes transfixed on the shirt in his own hands, his palms growing sweaty. Was he imagining it, or could he truly hear that smooth voice in the back of his head…?

“Dude,” Michael said, going around to Jeremy’s side of the rack and touching his arm.

Jeremy’s eyes flashed up, and his words came out in a nervous staccato. “Uh, we s-should just go, I don’t really need new clothes…”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Michael said, holding his friend’s shoulders steadily. “It can’t hurt you anymore, right?”

Jeremy took a deep breath and nodded. “Sorry,” he muttered, but Michael waved him off. To ameliorate the awkward situation, Jeremy punched his friend lightly on the shoulder. Michael grinned, and they kept looking.

After twenty minutes, they left the store, Jeremy clutching a small bag of t-shirts. He stopped walking for a second, biting his lip.

“Hey, Michael… I’m really sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it, dude,” Michael shrugged nonchalantly.

“No, seriously,” Jeremy said. For a moment, his inhibitions disappeared, and he reached out to squeeze Michael’s hand. “Thank you.”

Michael blushed, grinning, and made to remove his hand from his friend’’s, but Jeremy entwined their fingers stubbornly.

“I couldn’t have gotten through this without you,” Jeremy smiled.

“Aw, now don’t get sappy on me,” Michael said, grinning shyly. Jeremy smiled back. “C’mon, let’s go to Spencers. I’ve got a hookup for Strawberry Pepsi.”

“Sounds disgusting,” Jeremy laughed. “Let’s go.”

They left for Michael’s backroom soda deal, both conveniently forgetting to release the other’s hand.

stardemon39  asked:

Bendy should really calm down. I mean, we're practically the same height.

Bendy: Is that suppose to cheer me up? Pfft,… What matters to me is that despite all ages and heights I will always be above all of you. A.k.a Money and Power.

If I’m really really lucky three of my friends could be in one city/uni in the same state as me soon

Im a serial Sakura shipper

Oh lord, I realized that I’ve shipped Sakura with about half of Konoha, the Akatsuki, and Suna. The poor girl can’t catch a break with all the ships I’m forcing her into. I really should calm it down to just a few pairings….

…But god all the fanfics/fanart are just so gooooood.

Tension (Kai Angst)

A/N: So like I promised, here’s the unfinished Kaistal story you requested @anon! I’m not planning to finish it because I’m busy with a lot of things, but if you really want me to continue it, I’ll try my best to! ^^ Sorry for the wait and I hope you’ll like it~ <3 (my writing hasn’t improved btw so don’t expect much)

Kai x Reader

Type: Angst/fluff

Word Count: 4,970


Originally posted by wooyoung


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Confession #1,904

I just can’t cope with people saying over and over that stress causes my migraines and that they should dissipate if I calmed down or something. I’m really tired… Epilepsy and Migraines have similar causes and sometimes similar symptoms, but you would never hear of an epileptic person being told that stress should get rid of their seizures.

anonymous asked:

Uhm, it's the previous Arashi-anon here. Thanks so much for your kind words, Ara-nee, they really calmed me down ^^ If everything goes well, I should be living seperately with my parents around next year for college. Who knows? Maybe I can learn how to miss them more if I live away from them. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, after all, right?

I’m glad my words were able to calm you~ And I’m glad to hear you’ll be able to be away from your parents for a bit! Treating you like that, they have no reason to try and keep you, alright? 

Please do remember as well, you absolutely do NOT need to miss them or anything. If you end up not wanting to go back, please don’t feel guilty or try to force yourself to feel that way! If one day, after a few months or years, you feel like going back or whatever, that’s up to you~ But don’t feel pressured to stay with them solely because you guys are related by blood, okay darling? Stay safe!