23, she/they Bisexual College student trying to stay alive but failing because I keep eating potatoes by the handful. Cooked, by the way. I'm not just raw dogging potatoes over here.
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i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom
Batfam doing the water in mouth tortilla smack challenge oh my god I need it as a funny one shot
this hit me like a truck
Fic recs wanted!!!! Jason Todd/Female OC/reader or Dick Grayson/Female OC/Reader or gender neutral idccc :)
I read a one shot like two weeks ago and now I’m in this fandom lmaoo
I’d love long fic recs any platform or one shots just anything. I’m consuming
If it includes the batfam that’s coolio I would love that actually but I’ll take anything my gah
what if reader/oc moved to Gotham but was so not on the internet or anything that she does not know the Wayne/Batfamily but somehow keeps running into them and their name. Just unknowingly keeps doing it and is from a small town so their just like man this city life be weird I swear I’ve seen that same guy like five allies ago or on the corner of this restaurant??
Idk I would just find it funny of them just not being phased in any of their presences of like not knowing Jason Todd’s lore or dick Grayson at all is just like “ah a normal cop *cough* acab” and is kind of just curious as to who Damian is. Strange kid.
Accidentally spills coffee on Bruce’s suit or something. Just somehow and their like oh my GOD buys him an “I survived Gotham” t-shirt (from one of those tourist trap vendors who seem to pack up and go after you buy something) and feels so bad. Starts to realize maybe they ran into someone well known in the city??? Because pictures of him wearing said shirt circulate the newspaper stands and local magazines for a week or two. Their co-workers are looking at them weird noticing their shadows following them sometimes.
Maybe they just overall are like Gotham is so quirky? Like homie would see the joker and be like ah yes they just have a clown here.
Just is oblivious and worried about nothing in the world Gotham
(I know like in hindsight this is so unrealistic but in the grand scheme of things would be so funny lol)
Please someone, anyone, everyone recommend me Bat Family x reader series on here or ao3. PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING 🙏🏾
Art by Essi Välimäki
How to Achieve Endless Happiness
The pursuit of endless happiness is something many people strive for, but true, lasting happiness doesn’t come from material possessions or external achievements. Instead, it’s a state of mind that can be cultivated through inner peace and mindful living. Here are some key principles for achieving endless happiness:
Practice Gratitude Gratitude shifts your focus from what you lack to what you have. By appreciating the little things in life, you train your mind to focus on positivity. Each day, take time to reflect on what you are grateful for—this simple practice can have a profound impact on your overall happiness.
Live in the Present One of the main reasons people feel unhappy is that they dwell on the past or worry about the future. Endless happiness can only be found in the present moment. Mindfulness practices like meditation and deep breathing help bring your attention to the now, allowing you to fully experience life as it happens.
Cultivate Positive Relationships Strong, meaningful connections with others are a key factor in long-term happiness. Surround yourself with supportive, positive people who encourage and inspire you. Building deep bonds and fostering empathy not only creates happiness for yourself but also for those around you.
Give Without Expecting Acts of kindness and generosity lead to a deep sense of fulfillment. When you help others without expecting anything in return, you tap into a natural source of joy. Giving can take many forms—whether it’s your time, energy, or resources—and it helps to create a sense of purpose and connection.
Embrace Imperfection True happiness doesn’t come from perfection but from accepting life as it is. Challenges, mistakes, and setbacks are inevitable, but how you respond to them determines your happiness. By embracing imperfection, you reduce unnecessary stress and open yourself to growth and learning.
Align Your Life with Your Values Happiness grows when your actions align with your deepest values and beliefs. Pursue what truly matters to you—whether that’s creativity, family, helping others, or personal growth. Living authentically and with purpose leads to a deeper sense of fulfillment and lasting joy.
Endless happiness isn’t about constantly feeling pleasure or avoiding pain. It’s about creating a mindset that allows you to find peace, meaning, and joy regardless of external circumstances. By cultivating these habits and attitudes, you can nurture a deep, enduring happiness in your life. Like Bahislion
“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.
Just found out the butcher shop that opened up only earlier this year on my town’s Main Street (that I’ve only ever glanced at once) is named “Riley’s Meat Market.”
Lord please help me cause now imma be thinkin’ of Ghost every time I go passed it now lmaooo
Romeo and Juliet
Ghosting series pt. 2
Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem! Reader
Cw:mentions of fighting, blood, pregnancy (this is gonna be on the whole series so…), hospital visit, reader is mentioned to listen to rock music :)
A/N thank yall for the love and support, I love yall (platonically of course)😘
part 1 here
It’s been a few weeks since you’ve been living with Stacy and her husband, Jared.
It’s been pretty good, they’ve been kind to you, you been helping around as much as you could, and they’ve been doing a lot to make sure you’re okay and willing to help you with anything.
Jared has been fairly nice and generous. Today is your first check up at the hospital and ultrasound. Jared offered to take you to your appointment, which you accepted since your car battery decided to take a crap right as you returned home from the store the other day, so now you have to wait for it to arrive at the mechanics before you get take it over to get fixed. This leaves you with no independent transportation for at least a week. Luckily Stacy had been able to take you to and from work but today she wasn’t able to take you to your check up due to having to work late. Thankfully, Jared offered to take you to the doctors, to which you gratefully accepted.
On the way there you started some small talk with him. “How long have you and Stacy been together?” You ask him as you watch the trees pass by along with building around the area as he enters the highway.
Jared looks at you for a quick second before focusing back on the road. “Been together for about four years now. Two years since we’ve been married.” He says with a small smile, you’ve seen all the things they’ve done together, so many adventures, dinners, vacations, you would’ve thought they’ve been together for more than that if he hadn’t said anything.
You realize that Stacy seemed to move to marry him pretty quickly, which wasn’t a bad thing, as long as you know that Jared has the best intentions for your sister. It was the same with her last boyfriend, taking any chance she got to up and move in with him at any chance she got.
But you aren’t worried, Jared seems to be a sweetheart, you e seen it over the few weeks you’ve spent here. He always engaged and doing anything around the house he can do. He and Stacy worked like a team. You also saw the way he looked at Stacy like the held all the stars in the sky. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but, you were jealous.
“We’ve been best friends since high school. Of course, she ended up with her boyfriend before I could confess my feelings to her. long story short he tried to have her cut contact with me but with a lot of persuasion she ended up leaving him and we got together in collage shortly after I beat the shit out of him." he chuckled seeming to be a bit ashamed at admitting it, but he wasn’t sorry though.
That took you by surprise, you never expected him be a guy to use violence just by looking at him. He seemed more like a lover than a fighter. Reguardless, you’re glad he stepped in, in any way, just to get that prick away from your sister. "Well, I'm glad Stacy has you. I remember seeing that guy before she moved out and he never gave me a good feeling." You say as the car gets off the freeway on the road that leads stright to the hospital. You can see the street changing to one of a more fancy and modernized road with trees every few feet, fancy black fencing, and lighting.
Jared smiled at you, noticing that your compliment took him by surprise. "Thanks." he says and focusing on driving, a small pause of silence between you two before he speaks up. "If you don't mind me asking, your sister told me a bit about the history between you two and how life was growing up but, how did you meet that guy?" He asks, you feel yourself start to think back on the memories between you and Simon, it was bittersweet and made the strings in your heart tug. "You don't have to tell me; I respect your privacy." Jared is quick to say noticing your face drop a bit.
You shook your head and wave your hand in a unbothered manner. “No, no. It’s alright. I don’t mind.” You say as you look at ahead of you towards the road. “I met him in my freshman year of high school, Simon was a sophomore. I first saw in when he got into a fight, but I didn’t talk to him until a week later when I was put into detention.”
✯Flashback✯
You were making your way to your fourth period, walking through the schools' hallway past others students walking trying to get to their next class. As you're about to turn the corner down the hall, you hear a sudden grunt before a loud metallic bang echos through the hall. A few feet away from you, you see everyone looking in one certain area from the origin of the sound hearing continuos grunts and chatter form other students looking intrigued, shocked and also unbothered with what they saw. You make your way towards the crowd getting a sense of what could be happening which was soon confirmed to be true when you manage to look between the gaps of the crowd to see two guys duke it out. The guy pinned against the locker getting multiple shots of fists to the face you recognized him as Todd Hanes. The renowned senior asshole in school. He always picked and tormented other kids younger, or others who seemed weaker than him.
The other guy punching him had his back turned to you, he had short blonde hair and wore a grey t-shirt that really defined his muscles well. You can see he worked out a lot with the way his bicep flexed as he pinned Todd against the locker. You moved closer to get more of a clear view of the fight and watched as the blonde guy raised his fist and socked Todd square in the face, repeating the action over and over again as your peers around you watching the fight. Todd tried to fight back but to no avail with the fists he received to his face. The students around cheered or reacted verbally to the fight as you heard "ooo's' and a few other words being said as they all watched Todd practically get beaten to a pulp which was much deserved. Todd looked pathetic trying to fight back and ended up shielding his face ultimately giving up on fight back.
it wasn't long before a teacher stepped in and tried to pull the blonde off Todd, whos' face was now battered with his own blood, nosebleed and busted lip dripping blood down his shirt. it took two teachers to pull the blonde off Todd and once they did Todd slid down the locker down to the floor barely conscious and seemingly dazed and confused as everyone stared in shock. You finally got to see the blonde guy's face and immediately, you felt your stomach flutter. He was downright breath taking, his brown eyes look like there was a raging fire in him, he heaved heavy breaths as he stared down Todd, whos' face was all swollen, battered and bloody. Meanwhile he only had a bloody nose.
As weird as it was but looking at him like that really awoken something in you and had your brain go fuzzy with just the image of him. As he was pulled away to what you assume was to the principal's office you watch as the teachers helped walk Todd to the nurse's office supporting him up and walking him over.
After that, you didn’t see the blonde guy. However when you asked your friend about him, they told you his name was Simon, she knew since she had a class with him. But it wasn’t long until you saw him again.
You had gotten Lunch detention for two days, you had gotten the note during you second period after you showed up to your first period late for the hundreth time. You sighed in annoyance and crumble up the paper dreading for your upcoming punishment.
When finalllylunch came by you made you way to the library where lunch detention was being held, where you had to sit there in silence for 15 minutes. Walking through the doors you look around and see how surprisingly full it was, all of the round tables had a few students sitting in every single one of them, all except for the one table in the far corner back. Where you spot Simon sitting at, your heart did a back flip at the sight of his blonde hair that peaked through the hood of his sweater. Seeing that he was the only table with less students, and it would be reasonable to sit at his table instead of the other full ones, you began contemplate on wether you wanted to sit at his table or the table next to him where a group of boys sat, you hardly judged anyone but these guys just by the looks of them seemed to be ones to torment girls just for fun, so the easier option was to sit with Simon.
It was nerve wracking walking into the library seeing so many students in the room, you expected there to be only five but there was almost twenty in here, you feared one little noise could cause everyone to turn and stare at you if you so much as breathed the wrong way.
As you walked and approached the table where Simon sat at you began to notice and take in his appearance, his blonde hair was slicked back, a bandage on his nose, from the fight with Todd, and a bruise, it was odd, it looked to be a fresh bruise on his jawline. It had been over a week since the fight, he wouldn’t have a bruise or to the least bit, just have faint bruising. Did he get into another fight?
Your thought were short circuited when his honey brown eyes move up to meet yours, he stared at you through his blonde lashes. You’re surprised and quickly avert your gaze towards the floor ahead of you before you finally reach the table and pull out the chair adjacent where he sat, sitting down trying your best to make the least amount of noise possible. You can feel his eyes linger on you until he moves his arm out to pick up his pencil and focus on the papers on the table that you assumed was his class work.
You try your best to calm your heart that’s currently beating rapidly, it’s absurd how much he’s had an affect on you just by his appearance and a singular glance he gave you. No way you’re this down bad, you thought.
You quietly settle into your seat and set you bag down before opening it up and pulling out your own homework while you steal a few glances at him, an continue to do so as you “work on your homework,” unaware of how obvious you’re being.
At the end of detention the teacher dismisses everyone as you pack away your papers and pencil back into your binder, slipping the binder in your bag your pencil slipped out and falls to the floor rolling a feet away from you. Before you lean down to pick it up, a hand lowers down and grabs the object, you look up and meet Simon’s eyes as he leans back up and extends his arm out to you with your pencil in hand.
You’re dumbfounded for a second, staring at him like a deer in headlights. You manage to mutter out a ‘Thanks’ before reaching your hand out to grab it from him, trying your best to not show how shakey your hand is. As you grab your pencil you try you best to avoid touching his fingers with yours, but you index finger barely grazed his own before you pulled away and slipped your pencil back in your bag.
“Is there something on my face?” He spoke to you, you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely asking you a question or threatening you right now. You’re taken back by how deep and rough his voice sounded, its wasn’t very deep yet but it sounded like his voice was in the process of getting there.
“Sorry…” You say with a puzzled look on your face.
Simon continued to look at you seeming unfazed. “You kept staring at me, did you need something or you just have a staring problem?” He asks, his voice unchanging from his unfazed tone, along with the blank look in his eyes.
You quickly shake your head and try to think of something, then you remembered how you noticed on his backpack he had set on the table. You saw he had a Misfits keychain hanging on the zipper of his bag so you quickly use that as an excuse. “I noticed you had a misfits keychain on your backpack and thougt it was cool-” You blurt out, you words coming out so fast as you grew nervous, Simon almost couldn’t understand what you said at first.
You see him raise a brow at your response as he looks at his bag that was still on the table, then looks back at you and takes in your appearance, his eyes glazing over your body from head to toe. “You listen to the Misfits?” He asks seeming unconvinced by your words.
You figured he may not believe you possiblywith your outfit and appearance, however he shouldn’t be one to judge, all he was wearing today was a black sweater and jeans. You do listen to rock and metal music, you recently got into it thanks to your friend. So luckily for you, you knew some music and information about the Misfits. You nod your head, “Yeah, I’ve been getting into rock music lately and Misfits were one of the first bands I listened to. They’re pretty good.” You say as a small smile makes its way to your face hoping that he’ll believe you were only looking at his neck packs and definitely not checking him out.
Simon seems like he wanted to say more but shook his head. “Alright then.” He says before grabbing his bag, slinging the strap over his shoulder and walking out the library to wherever it was he was going.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and take notice of how hot your face felt. Crap, you were blushing. He definitely knows you were checking him out!
After that, you suddenly saw him everywhere, you noticed him in your English class, apparently, he’s been in your class this whole time and you never knew, you saw in the halls between passing periods, and of course you saw him again on your second and last day of lunch detention. There were slightly less kids in the library now which meant a couple of tables were empty. When you first entered you expected to see simon already sitting there but you noticed the lack of his presence, you assumed his days in detention were over which made you a bit disappointed. But at least you still got to see him in English class though. As you took your seat at the same table you pull out your essay you were working on for English class, you were almost done with it, just needed to add any finishing touches. Your essay was about the recent book your class read, Romeo and Juliet. The teacher had the class take a theme or idea of what you thought about what the book would be about and how it could relate to readers universally.
As you worked, you had your head looking down and hyper focused on your paper, too busy to see movement around you and a certain figure approaching your table. It wasn't until you heard a thud against the table that made you jump slightly and look up to see Simon at your table setting his bag down on the table before sitting down across from you, you look around and take notice that there were still a couple of empty tables left for him to sit at but he still opted to sit at the table where you were at, why?
Not wanting to overthink and get ahead of yourself, you thought maybe that because he's been in detention longer than you that maybe this was his designated table that he preferred to sit at. He looks at you as he sits in his chair, you look back down at your paper and tried your best to refocus on your essay but much to your dismay Simon was clouding your mind as your mind went into overdrive with him around, and suddenly you began to struggle to write anything.
As you tried to get the cogs in your head to start functioning again, unbeknownst to you, Simon was looking at you, watching how focused you were seeming to struggle a bit as your brows furrowed and your lips pursed. He takes notice of your paper and from what he can see from his view, he can see the noticeable pictures primted on next to the lettering and recognizes the paper to be the latest assignment in their English class. Writing something about Romeo and Juliet. He wondered if he should ask for your help since he saw how you had two pages done, maybe you can help give him an idea of how the story is since he hardly bothered to read the book and get the assignment done, like with all his other classes.
He debates if he should say something to you but ultimately says 'fuck it' and leans in his forearms leaning on the table to whisper to you with ease and not get caught. "You doin' the assignment for English?" He asks you in a whisper, careful not to get caught talking but the librarian was currently too caught up on whatever work she was getting done on her computer and the soft music she played was loud enough to blanket over his whisper.
you look up at him again and stare at him for a second processing what he's said to you. "Oh yeah, I'm just adding some finishing touches before I submit it." You tell him watching his eyes flicker to you and your paper.
"You think you can help me out a bit on mine? Been having some trouble with it. " He asks you as you set down your pencil seeing that you weren't going to write down anything else for now and focus on talking with Simon.
You look at him a bit taken back on the fact he wants your help. This means you get to talk to him more, perfect! "Yeah, would you be okay if we did this once detentions over? I'm not trying to get caught and have to stay here for longer." You tell him as you sneak a glance at the teacher seeing she's still occupied with her computer.
Simon nods and leans back in his chair. "Yeah, sounds good." he tells you. You try your best to fight back the smile that threatened to break through before you nod and look back at your paper completely not bothered to work with your thought clouded with just Simon.
Once detention was over, Simon gets up while you place your items back into your bag. Once you put everything away you see Simon standing there waiting for you, you zip up your bag and sling it over your shoulder and begin to walk towards the exit of the library, Simon following right beside you. “Were did you want to go?” You ask him as you both walk down the hall.
Simon thinks for a moment before pointing to the hallway to the right. “We can head down to the hallway to the band room.” He said as you look down the hall before nodding your head as you both turn right and make your way through the hallway. You figured that hall would be best to study, there’s hardly anyone in there minus the teachers but some kids go there to be alone, away from everyone else. You assume that’s why Simon wanted to go there.
Once you reached the hallway, you both spot a little lounging area at the end of the hall where the elevator was to go upstairs. Walking up to the table you set your things down and take your seats next to each other but Simon and you still kept a good distance from you. You bring out your papers from your bag, Simon doing the same.
Once you both settle and you look at Simon. “So what exactly did you need help with?” You ask him.
“All of it.” He states nonchalantly. “I haven’t really read the story much, just skimmed through a few chapters so I have a slight idea of what is going on but I don’t know what to write about it.” He tell you and keeps his eyes on the paper avoiding looking at you in case he saw the dissatisfied look in your face, he’s a bit worried you’ll think just he’s asking for your help simply to just copy off you.
“Oh well, you basically just choose a theme in the book and write about how you interpret the idea yourself and how it would make readers feel about it as a ‘universal thought.’ ” You explain to him. “So from the little information you’ve gathered from the book, what do you think one of the themes are?” You ask him.
Simon sighed and thought long and hard about it. “From what I knows is that the two are in a forbidden love story, something about family drama between their families. After the death of the two lovers they the family came together.”
You smile and nod at him, “That’s pretty much what the entire story is about. So write about that.” You tell him as you motion to his paper.
Simon nods and writes down a couple of notes to keep in mind. While he was writing he asked you, “What did you write about?”
You look at him and then at your papers. “It might sound a little silly…” You mumble as you avoid his gaze.
Simon raises a brow. “How so? Either way, I’m not one to judge considering I didn’t bother to read the book all the way.”
You glance at him as you fidget with your pencil. “Well, I focused on reincarnation and how cruel the world can be sometimes. The reincarnation part, I was worried the Mr. Jones would tell me not to include it but he told me to keep it, said it would be interesting since some people do believe in reincarnation.” You explain as you see that Simon seems to have his full attention on you, much to your surprise. “So I wrote about how love isn’t always a fairytale love story, life can be cruel and i believe we’ve lived many lives before our current one, our souls are old and our bodies are a temporary thing. Romeo and Juliet never got their happy ending due to some petty drama between her and Romeo’s families that ultimately caused them their happiness and eventually their lives. But I like to think that, reincarnation is a thing, their lifetime may not have been kind to them but maybe their next will be. They’ll find each other again and get to live the life they deserve.” You explain and as you do, Simon listens to every word, he watches you as you explain watching you ramble on about your thoughts of the matter, he watches the way your eyes dart between looking at him and then around the room, you lips moving with every word. Unbeknownst to you and Simon, he was falling in love with you. "I believe soulmates are a thing, Romeo and Juliet are soulmates and soulmates always find their way back to each other in every lifetime, romantic or not everyone has a soulmate." You explain as you glance over your papers.
"How do you know you've found your soulmate?" Simon asks confused on that part.
You then turn to Simon as you both stare at each other for a period of time. “You ever meet someone and within the seconds of your first interaction you feel an immediate connection with them, like being around them just feels… right?” You ask him.
That question made something switch in Simon in his mind as he looks at you. “Yeah… I think I know what you’re talking about.”
✯Flashback end✯
You arrive at the parking lot as you finish telling Jared how you met Simon, of course a shortened version of your story, just the main things. “But yeah, after that day we started hanging out more and more and eventually we began dating a little before I graduated high school.” You tell him as you Finnish up your story, Jared turns the car into the parking lot quickly finding an empty spot.
“He seems different compared to you. I guess opposites really do attract.” Jared chuckled as he sets the car in park and turns off the car.
“You could say that, I guess.” You say, considering your current situation with Simon.
You step out the car and Jared follows behind you as you both enter the hospital building. “I’ll be in here for a bit. You don’t have to stay, you can do your own thing and I’ll let you know when my appointment is over.” You tell him as you close the car door, Jared doing the same.
He shakes his head as you both make your way to the building. “It’s fine. I don’t mind, besides I figured you need as much support as you need.” Jared says giving you a small smile.
You return one back and nod accepting his offer before you turn to the assistant at the desk. “Hi, I’m here to see Dr. Raven for my check up.” You tell the woman as she nods looking up on her computer to check.
“Prenatal check up for y/n l/n?” She asks you as you confirm it with a nod. “Alright, Dr. Raven is currently still with her patient but she should be done in the next ten minutes. Feel free to sit in the waiting room and she’ll be with you shortly.” The assistant smiled at you as you nod back with a smile.
“Thank you.” You mutter as you head over to the lounging area and sit in a chair seeing other woman in the room, some by themselves, some with a relative or another male which you assume may be their partner but you’re not quick to assume. You notice Jared looking a few pamphlets displayed on the wall picking up a couple of pamphlets before sitting down in the chair next to you.
He begins to read one, you can see it’s about baby development, another about how pregnancy affects the woman during and after pregnancy, and the last one for expecting fathers. You’re a little confused on why he’s reading, possibly to pass the time but there are magazines laid out on the little table next to you that he could read. He notices your confusion and points to the pamphlet before speaking. “It’s good to know this stuff, ya know be prepared,” He said as he skimmed over the information.
You him and nod your head. “That’s good.” You reply back as you examine the pictures on the pamphlet.
You can tell there’s something else he wants to say as he takes a deep breath. “Uh… Stacy and I are planing to have kids soon in the near future, kinda thought this would be a good opportunity to read up on this for when the time comes.” He says as you notice his smile becomes wider at the thought of it.
You look at Jared and raise your brow in surprise. “Really? That’s great.” You say as Jared nods continues to smile.
“Thanks. We decided to wait till we settled down, and now that we’re getting there we decided it was time.” He says.
You didn’t think your sister would ever want any kids, you took her as the type to be childfree and live her life being single and on her own. But now that she has Jared by her side, she’s really changed, in a good way of course. “That’s amazing to hear, looks like my baby will have a cousin soon.” You say as you feel your bag vibrate and a chime sounds, opening your bag you fish out your phone and read the screen seeing there’s a message from Stacy.
Stacy: How’s the check up going?
You: Still in the waiting room, just got here but it’s shouldn’t be too long.
You send the message and revive a reply a few seconds later.
Stacy: Oh, well let me know how my little niece or nephew is doing, make sure you follow whatever your doctors says to keep you and the baby healthy. Also when you come back I have a surprise for you ;)
You look at the message a bit confused but smile a bit excited for the surprise.
“Yn.” A voice calls out to you, you look up to see a nurse with a clip board in hand scanning around the waiting room looking for you.
You stand up letting yourself be known, “Right here.” You say with a smile.
The nurse looks at you and offers you a kind smile. “Perfect, Dr. Raven is ready to see you.” She says.
You nod your head and look at Jared, “You okay with waiting out here?” You ask him as he looks up at you and nodded.
“yeah, I’ll be waiting out here.” Jared says and give you a reassuring smile and nod. “Good luck.”
You smile at him before making your way towards the nurse feeling anxious and antsy for some reason. You didn’t know why you felt like this but then again, you’ll be seeing your baby for the first time at least through a screen until the big day you deliver the baby.
As you walk through the halls with the nurse leading you through. You spot a couple in the distance, the woman with a noticeable bump as he husband smiles at her as the walk into a room with his hand around her waist leading her into the room. You feel a emptiness overcome you as you suddenly feel your body grow cold, if you didn’t feel alone before, you definitely felt it right now. You imagine what could’ve been if Simon wanted to stick around, how these visits would be less lonely and filled with more joy then the melancholy feeling you were experiencing right now. He would’ve been able to see your growing baby, see your bump grow bigger over the month before you finally get to meet them and live the rest of your lives as parents.
Thought of your memory with Simon, talking to him about Romeo and Juliet you found it amusing with how your life had played out, almost like the story, life didn’t play out the way you wanted with Simon. Life really can be cruel.
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So I (used to) work in a library (this last Saturday was my last day) and I’m getting my master’s degree online at Arizona State University.
I’ve been trying to quit for a month before this and my boss seemed to only hear “online” and was all yes, you can continue to work here. And I could! But I didn’t want to as the Tuesdays and Thursdays for my schedule are 10 AM to 8 PM (10 hours) and the rest of my schedule isn’t that much better. I just couldn’t do the times anymore.
Me being awkward and not wanting to just be like:
“Yeah, my mentally ill ass would not be able to juggle that kind of schedule while trying to online classes so I’m going to quit”
I ended up lying.
I told this elaborate (not really) story about how I must move from here (TN) to Arizona because I got a tutoring job or something of the sorts (they know I want to teach in the future) at the school or in Tempe and need to move so :( I must quit.
But see I’ve made two friends (not super close but they’re very cool people) at this workplace and we connected on discord so we could “stay in touch” and my boss was like oh, you’ll love it! Send me pics.
And now I’m like oh. Oh.
So now I’m stuck in this do I do it for the bit and actually move from my hometown to Tempe??? I’ve never lived outside of TN so I’m like ????
Lmaooooo
no other heart
one | two
pairing: Brennan Sorrengail x Reader
warning: angst, iron flame spoilers
summary: You were a distance wielder, the first after centuries since the previous one. Your lover's death devastated you but you've have always this inkling that he is alive, even after people told you it wasn't possible. As a distance wielder you can only teleport to places you've visited or stayed on. But what happens when, through your immense grief, you accidentally fell on top of a supposed dead Brennan Sorrengail in Aretia?
a/n: i got this idea from playing valorant LMAO i saw the omen teleport literally in front of me and i thought: omg what if? this is before violet and the other moved to aretia ENJOY i want to make this a one shot but i love leaving you guys on a cliffhanger so😚
p.s.: i take requests !
It has been nearly six years. Six years since you lost the love of your life.
Being the first daughter of King Tauri, you hid your true identity from everyone except to those who already knew you—the Sorrengails. It was how you and Brennan got close and since you share the same year as him when you first entered the college, you've helped each other out. You've also changed your name to avoid suspicion and attention from the higher-ups. It went successfully, having survived third year and the wrath of you father who couldn't do anything at that point since you were bound to your dragon already. What is a mortal king to the Empyrean?
Your actions weren't of pure interest in the war college but a well-thought decision. The king was hiding the truth behind the so-called rebellion and it doesn't sit well with you as they brainwash the rest of the kingdom. Though, the whole experience of your college scared you but you persevered, with the support of you then lover, of course.
It was your first year out of the college when the rebellion happened. Death and destruction reigned over Tyrrendor, it's once beautiful city was left to ruins and it crushed your heart. You were part of the operations department, having a rare signet made you valuable to the kingdom. It also meant you weren't part of the frontlines, having your power for infiltration purposes and not wanting to risk your death. Being the king's daughter has its benefits, you suppose.
It was then, in the safety of the headquarters when you first heard of Brennan's death.
Disbelief first took its grasp on you. It was like as if you were told that the sky is falling—you can't fathom it. A woman beside you started sobbing. The commanding general of Basgiath—Brennan's own mother.
Then, tears fell from your eyes and it confused you at first. What. Why. Huh? Someone had pulled you into a hug, crying on your neck and you just stood there, still unable to believe that you lover had died.
Now, six years later, it still hasn't registered in your head that he's completely gone from the face of this earth. You just think of him being distant, just hidden from the world. You can still feel him within the grasps of your power, still feel his presence.
Thought, it doesn't excuse you from shedding a tear or so from the longing and emptiness.
Ease your thoughts, my dear. You dragon, Ceileachan (Kay-la-kan), your dragon said through the bond. She must have noticed the distraught inside your mind.
I'm fine. It was Reunification Day, a celebration of the war against the Tyrrish Rebellion. But for you, it was a day to relive the horrors of that day.
As what tradition would have, you were required to head back in Basgiath and enjoy a night of bullshit party. You were never a big fan over it. To you, it seemed like a celebration of a loss of a loved one but you have responsibilities as a princess and a rider. You just planned to mingle for an hour or two and disappear to be alone.
Adjusting the black dress you had on, you stared at yourself on the mirror. The dress was simple: it had a square neckline that fell just below your collarbones. It's laced bodice was tight on your torso, showcasing the curves and the rest of the fabric pooled by your ankles. The back was open up until your tailbone, leaving any witness to there own imagination what goes beyond that.
Along that was the honorary cloak the army gives you, complete with rank, signet pin, and whatever achievement you have earned. You have your own fair share of pins on your cloak and it dangled on your chest as you draped it over your shoulders.
Heading down towards the courtyard in front of Basgiath where the party was happening, you met up with Mira.
"Looking good, Corporal," Mira smirked at you, hands hooking on your right arm.
"As always, Lieutenant," you replied, sharing the same smirk with her.
Being assigned on the same outpost, you and Mira had grown quite closer. Your relationship with her older brother was open to both of your families, a fact that they were delighted to accept.
"Where's little Violet?" You asked. You've learned to love the Sorrengail sisters as your own.
"I don't know, probably with her group of friends."
Your heart swelled at that. Making friends in the rider's quadrant was easy, it was keeping them alive hard. Yours was dwindling down by the numerous attacks from drifts but you know deep down that that was not the real threat.
"Ah, here they are," General Sorrengail greeted you upon your arrival at the courtyard. They too were dressed in their fancy dresses with their assigned cloaks.
Amongst their group was the infamous General Melgren and the King, your father. You curtsied to pay your respects and once back in a standing position, you smiled at the king, "Father."
A tight line befell on the king. He was still bitter at your outright decision to join the rider's quadrant, and something's telling you that he sees you as a threat. The thought only made you smile cunningly.
"It's lovely to see you out here, enjoying the celebration," you father quipped with a dangerous grin, "A remembrance of the battle we had won against rebels."
A well-calculated statement that was meant to irk you, but you held it in, as you have done for the past six years.
"Indeed, Your Majesty," General Melgren spoke, a reminder to everyone that you were in public and anyone could be listening to the both of you right now. Could she perhaps foresee this war between you and your father?
You know he blames you for the death of your younger sibling, Alic because he was allegedly 'influenced' by you. But in all honestly, Alic came on to that decision all on his own when he witnessed those creatures himself.
Both of you and the king were sending each other menacing glares, totally forgetting about the people around you when someone cleared up their throat.
"We're going to get refreshments," Mira said on your right. You almost forgot she was there with you, "If you'll excuse us."
There was a pause before the king gave you his permission before they too moved to entertain their acquaintances, business partners, and old friends.
The night stretched out into a boring and heavy one for you. It was today when you feel extra sad over Brennan. You've written him letters everyday for six months until Mira had begged you stop, and that wasn't healthy for you to keep on believing a lie.
The Sorrengail had accompanied you to the field where the Threshing usually happens. The cold wind nips at your skin as you sat on one of the fallen tree logs. A flask of rum was shared between the both of you, providing extra warmth that the cloak couldn't give.
"I know it's been six years but," you stared at the sky littered with stars. Brennan would've loved this, "But I still think he's alive."
"Y/N-"
"I can feel him, Mira," the tone in your voice rose, "He isn't gone. He is here—I know it."
"Y/N," Mira grabbed your shoulders, unaware that she had stepped in front of you while you were rambling earlier. Her eyes were sharp and hard, there was pain and anguish behind it, one that can't be painted to perfect imitation, "I know I've been patient with you for the past years and I understand, really understand that this is a truth that is hard to accept.
"But please," Mira's voice broke as tears pushed to fall from her eyes, "He's gone. He's never going back, okay?"
You just stared back at her with tears pouring from you eyes, ruining the makeup you had on. A big part inside you wants to scream that she's wrong, she's lying. But then, another part of you was also tired. Tired of hoping, of wishing that he was alive.
"You have to accept that. You have to fucking move on, Y/N. It hurts to see that you are refusing to move forward, refusing to accept your reality."
Words die in your mouth as you crumble in her arms, and for the first time since his death, you let grief to control you. It's talons gripping you by the throat and your sobs tore through the serenity of the night, as it echoed through the field, the wind carrying it across.
"I just miss him so much," you whispered between sobs.
"I know, Y/N. I know," Mira pulled away.
Eyes still wet with tears you rest your head between your hands that were supported by your knees. Your power was growing uncontrollable by the second. It's spilling out of you, threatening to break free and you don't know if Mira is safe to be around you.
"I'm heading back to check on Violet," Mira said, "Are you okay here?"
You simply nodded. You have no strength in you to speak and not wanting to accidentally channel your raging powers at her.
"Okay, I'll be at the dorms if you plan on staying here for a while. We have to fly back to Samara after this."
Her voice was soft and soothing, one that made you even more sentimental. She was such a dear friend and sister to you. Soon after, you heard footsteps slowly going away.
You've experienced grief before. When your mother died of an illness, you had locked yourself in your room for weeks. Refusing to come out even at the behest of your father, the king. It was as if time has stopped and you feel empty, only wanting to be in your mother's arms once more as she sings you lullabies. You had been 16 when she died. It was even harder for you to process it with all of these men in your family who thought it best to spend their grief in the sparring room or drowned in alcohol.
Right now, it felt the same. The very place you want to be in is in Brennan's arms, as he once used to whenever you had the chance. You juggle around on which room you'll sleep in (yours was most used because he loves randomly showing up for cuddles). The memory made you cry even harder as you wrapped your arms around you to alleviate the emptiness and the cold you're experiencing.
Suddenly, a rush of power flowed out of you, totally out of control and without a single thought you were teleported-
Right on top of a sleeping Brennan Sorrengail.
"What the fuck?"
Are you Team Green or Team Black?
Love, I'm team characters that only get 5 minutes of screentime in the show
I don't care if he's not Benjicot Blackwood, Kieran Burton is the perfect fancast. GIVE ME THE FANFICS! 🤡😭
Aliens vs Predators but it’s Aliens v. Predators and their in a court of law
Asked chat gpt to write a poem about regulus black and I- WHAT
In shadows deep, where whispers wane,
A tale of sorrow, of lost disdain.
Regulus Black, a name in gloom,
Haunted by shadows in the quiet room.
In the folds of darkness, secrets cling,
A heart ensnared by an unbroken ring.
A legacy of darkness, cruel and cold,
A story of a young soul, once bold.
A tapestry woven with secrets untold,
Regulus, the seeker of truths unfold.
In the caverns of anguish, a sacrifice made,
A choice embraced, in shadows he laid.
A crestfallen star in the inky abyss,
Regulus sought solace, a stolen bliss.
Echoes of his whispers, tortured and raw,
A son of the night, bound by a cruel law.
The serpent's mark upon his pale skin,
A burden heavy, a dance with sin.
In the cold embrace of the sinister night,
Regulus Black, a broken satellite.
Moonlit tears in the eyes of despair,
A wounded soul, burdened with care.
In the cosmic theater, a tragic play,
Regulus, the puppet in shades of gray.
In the cold embrace of the Black family name,
Regulus withers, a moth to the flame.
A star fallen from the celestial shore,
Lost in the shadows, forevermore.
Darkened corridors, a desolate heart,
Regulus Black, torn apart.
In the realms of sadness, a requiem's breath,
A tale of woe, a dance with death.
So here we stand, in the depths of night,
Regulus, the star, extinguished light.
A son of shadows, lost in the dark,
A symphony of sorrow, a melancholic spark.
Finished my finals today! Or yesterday, I mean. Ever get that weird feeling when you’ve bonded with your classmates even if it’s a few and now you’re like “I’m never seeing these people again” because that happened with my photography class and now I’m kinda sad. We had projects and for most of them we’d see little snip-bits of their life and hearing them talk about their loved ones or what they love to do, or simply just what they took pictures of was something I didn’t realize would make me feel for them personally.
It was a small class of maybe 16 or so and I knew most everyone by name so it was very intimate. It was an introduction to photography but you could see people progressing throughout the semester and some saying they’re now into photography.
Kind of a weird rant to go on, I know, but I wrote down my classmate’s names in hopes maybe I’ll have future classes with them. I only have two semesters to go before I graduate but it’s sad to think simply that, “I’ll never see these people again. I’ll never sit in a room with them again. And I’ll never see little pictures of their live’s again and it won’t matter to anyone but me probably”.
Such a strange thing to get attached to.
Best Peaky Blinders/OC fanfic? With any character I just want to see what others have found
You ever find a one shot list or just a master list in general from an author and then they like half write a work? Like it ends and it’s like ??? That wasn’t even a cliff hanger that was just ending in the middle because it feels like they don’t know how to end it nor when to? Cause that’s happened to me three times tonight and I’m so sad 😭