#soon youll get better

[stolenxkissess]

If there’s no you?

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlouhboedit #sarah miller #joel miller #nico Parker #pedro pascal #pedropascaledit #nicoparkeredit #hbo edit #stolenxkissess #mine #graphic #soon youll get better #tlou spoilers #tlounetwork #the last of us series #tloudaily #t edit #dailyflicks #tlou hbo #dailytvedit #tlouedit #tlou #tuserlyn

[emilyjean-stone]

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #candy swift #soon youll get better #folklore #lyrics

[mermaidinthecity]

— Soon You'll Get Better by Taylor Swift

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #taylorswiftedit #lyrics #lyricsedit #soon youll get better #lover album #2019 #mine #edits #taylor lyrics #sadbeautifultragic

[deardev0teddelicate]

a january new moon

a january new moon (unedited)

(bruce wayne x gn!reader) (written in 1st person)

summary: an unpleasant anniversary comes around, and Bruce brings consolation

warnings: death, angst (?), crying for most of it, allusions to depression, hurt/comfort, fluff (towards the end)

word count: ~1550

***disclaimer: -I do not own any DC characters (Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth), I only own my own plot lines  -16+ ONLY -I am not responsible for anyone else’s media consumption, skip if uncomfortable, or triggered by topics listed above***

January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22. January 22.

That’s all I could think about. The date. Today’s date. It was in my head the whole day, it wasn’t even a date anymore. I couldn’t move. My body lay still, bounded by dread and mourning. Mourning. Mourning. She was gone. She was gone, gone, gone. 

Tears welled in my eyes again. I was in our bed. Bruce’s and I. But he was away, he was in the foyer. But I was in our bed. I need him, where is he? She’s gone. She had been gone. Why? I wept softly, quietly into the pillow. I was alone. Alone. How daunting is that? To be alone in a cruel and sacrificial world. 

The thing was, I wasn’t alone because I had Bruce, my Bruce. My baby. But he wasn't here. 

Before I knew it the tears had fallen freely, I didn’t try to prevent the sobs that escaped my lips. They just…happened. She was gone. Taken from me. 

The black satin sheets weren’t even covering my body anymore, they had slipped to the foot of the bed from my tossing and turning. The pillowcase, not only soaked with my tears, had practically slid off of the pillow itself. I ruined it. I ruin everything. I destroy everything. 

Butterflies had emerged in my stomach, the ones I’m familiar with, the ones that no matter how often I get them, still unsettle me, they still repulse me. I couldn’t be bothered to move, so I stayed. I stayed, facing the large window that was letting in a soft, blurry sunset. I stayed, curled up, gripping my sides as cool tears slid down my hot cheeks. I stayed, the bed unmade, damp with sweat and tears. 

She was gone. 

The sun was setting, so I wouldn’t even get to talk to him about it. Soon, he’d be out, saving the city. He’s going to get himself killed. For one night, for one, singular winter night, he could stay in. 

I choked on the air suffocating me. She was gone, he will be gone. 

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. 

I was so distraught, so upset, that I didn’t even notice the door open. 

“Miss?” It was Alfred. Oh, Alfred. The only sane being in the manor. “Miss, are you alright?” What do I say? Do I lie? Do I tell the truth? My breathing quickened, I didn’t know what to say. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” My voice was broken, hushed. It could’ve easily been lost by the distance from the bed to the doorway. I wasn’t fine, she was gone. How could I be fine if she was gone?

The door closed. I want her back, I want to tell her all the things I never said. I want to apologize for all of the things I had ever said out of anger. I want to see her, I want to be held by her. She was always there for me, even when I was wrong. I want her back. 

My breath hitched in my throat, the dull pain aching as I tried to hold back the tears once again.  My right hand was numb, so was my right foot. Hair was sticking to my face, my vision blocked. Time passed. Night arrived, I didn’t want it to be night, that meant he would be gone. I didn’t want him gone. I couldn’t lose him too. Not him, not my Bruce. 

There was no moon in the sky, there was no light in the inky black void above. Nothing but the building lights and fluorescent billboards. Cars below zoomed by, bustling city noises filling the atmosphere with anger only a city could feel. 

The door had opened again, only instead of a voice announcing someone’s presence, footsteps did. I felt the bed dip and a light hand on my shoulder. It was comforting. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Bruce. He offered a soft smile, melancholic almost. I flipped over lazily to face him, still pathetically sniffling. I was curled into his lap, my head resting on his elbow as he held my body against his. The arm I was laying on was stretched across my chest, gripping my shoulder. His free hand softly stroked atop my head, him leaning down every so often to peck my forehead. 

Was he not going out tonight? Was he staying in? Taking a break? Please, anyone above, hear my cry, save him. I cried into him, he was here. He was here. 

“What’s wrong?” He whispered to me. The amount of exhaustion from the day rendered me unable to speak. I was tongue-tied. Exhaustion? You never left the room. You never even left the bed. “What’s wrong?” He whispered again.

I tried to inhale, it felt like I was being held back by 7 Gs. 

“Today, it was today,” I mumbled. “Today’s her death day.” His breathing stopped as if he just remembered. 

“Oh, baby,” He pulled me closer to him. “I should’ve known why you hid away today. I’m so sorry.” People always say that. They always say I’m sorry as if it’ll bring her back. 

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I wasn’t paying attention, and I should’ve been. She died last year. The wound’s still fresh.” Died. I also despise that word. It was too grotesque. 

“It’s fine,” my voice broke. 

“She was your mom, you two were close. I know you aren’t fine, and it’s okay that you’re not fine. I’ll be here for you.” His voice was drawled out, long and soft. The tranquil undertones calmed my heartbeat, I couldn’t hear it anymore. 

I buried my face. 

“I miss-” It’s like I couldn’t say it out loud. “I just miss her so much.” Sobs racked my body once again. Bruce rocked me back and forth, shushing me quietly. I could feel the vibrations in his chest as he consoled me. “Bruce, I miss her. She was my mom.” 

I felt weak in the chest, my limbs were languid, I felt useless. Everything was heavy. 

“I know you do,” he said. He knew exactly how I felt, I knew that. But he never said it. We never talked about it. “Tell me about her?” 

I was taken aback. It was so out of the blue, so unprompted. 

There were so many things I could say. How she would keep nail care packages on the coffee table so she wouldn’t pick at her cuticles and make them bleed while she was watching T.V. Her favorite movie was When Harry Met Sally, she would quote it all the time. She would also argue with anyone that you can’t pick state flowers in the state that they’re in, even if the law said it wasn’t illegal. How she could never bake cakes but made the best chocolate chip cookies. 

“She loved to go outside during new moons, not during full moons,” I murmured. “Where we lived, there, there was no light pollution. She always wanted to see all the stars, she didn’t want their lights to be outshone by the moon.” 

I recalled my seventh birthday, “One time, she took me to one of the fields by our house, and blew up an air mattress. We laid under the stars that night, sleeping next to the ghosts of our past, and the creatures that we shared the land with.” I smiled, my tear-streaked face feeling tight. “We only did that every once and a while, though. When I was ten, a bunch of stickers popped the bottom of it, and we sunk to the ground.”

Bruce chuckled, “She seemed lovely.”

“She was.”

It was still odd to me in a way. I had never accepted the fact, really, that I’d be living in a world without her there with me. 

The clock ticked by, and the city was still restless. 

“Bruce,” I muttered, looking at him.

“Yeah?”

“I-” I didn’t know how to say this. “Sometimes when you leave for the night, I…It gets in my head that you aren’t going to come back. Especially in the past year.” He didn’t say anything. “I don’t want you to think I’m not supportive, I am. Really, I am. But I worry. I just…I can’t lose you too, Bruce.” My voice quieted to a whisper. My knuckles turned white as I gripped onto his shirt, I couldn’t let him go.

“I know, baby. But you won’t lose me,” he said into my hair. “I’m not going anywhere, and nothing, not any force, or any power can take me from you.”

And my fears, once rampant in my head, fell to the depths of my subconscious. Because I was here and he was here. Under a January new moon, we fell asleep. And while we could not see the stars, we knew they were there.

#bruce wayne #bruce x reader #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fluff #the batman #batman #gotham #sad fic #the best day #soon youll get better #never grow up #hurt/comfort #battinson #battinson x reader #battinson x you #bruce wayne x you #night #new moon #january #stars

[iceage-baby-hotdog-style]

#our flag means death #ofmd #blackbonnet #stede bonnet #blackbeard #edward teach #I know the first gif is him coming back but pretend it’s him leaving #soon youll get better #Taylor Swift #War of Foxes #richard siken

[hopelessly-hopeful-romantic]

"Remember, it's okay to not be okay, but REMEMBER it's NEVER okay to suffer in silence."

-yesyesyesblingingboss

#speaking from the heart #not my quote #remember #its okay to not be okay #but remember #its never okay to #suffer in silence #i love you so much #healing #mental illness #recovery #mental health #clean #mental health matters #sh recovery #ed recovery #mental illness recovery #im mentally unstable #soon youll get better #recovery is possible #healing myself #motivation #im here for you #we'll get through this #making progress #mentally drained #mental heath awareness #mental heath support #tiktok sounds #tiktok

[whatnowblondie]

desperate people find faith / your faithless loves the only hoax I believe in / so I’ll say words I don’t believe / I’ve got nothing to believe in

#faith/belief #taylor swift #soon youll get better #hoax #bigger than the whole sky #youre losing me

[officiallydriedkelp]

Contrary to popular belief, taylor swift's saddest songs aren't among the track fives. The saddest songs (the only songs which have ever made me cry) are Soon You'll Get Better, Ronan and Nothing New. Fight me.

#taylor swift #soon youll get better #lover #ronan #nothing new #red #red taylor’s version #red taylor swift #lover taylor swift #tswift13 #swiftie #swifties #track 5 #track five #that shit sad

[swiftlyenough]

i don't think that there's someone who'll do as much for me as taylor's has done.

#taylor swift #soon youll get better #mirrorball #this is me trying

[henrythepug]

Soon You’ll Get Better-Taylor Swift x Heartstopper vol. 4 = sobbing for seven hours straight

#heartstopper incorrect quotes #heartstopper #heartstopper comic #heartstopper tv #nick nelson #charlie spring #tara jones #darcy ollsen #toa xu #elle argent #taylor swift #lover #soon youll get better #the chicks #taylors version #ts

[slutt4lovee]

no one has the power to destroy me as emotionally as taylor swift jfc

#bugtalks #soon youll get better #followed by #ronan #and then #babe #then #all too well #i am not okay #jfc #blondie will be the end of me

[ragingboobiez]

For once,

I'm actually starting to feel okay without you and that makes me kind of sad .

#longing #heartache #soon youll get better

[crossxarrows]

Watch "Taylor Swift - Soon You'll Get Better [FMV]" on YouTube

#this #taylor swfit #soon youll get better #Youtube

[hadourhandstied]

Happy birthday to the song that will forever remind me of how a few months after Taylor announced that her mom had cancer, my mom got diagnosed with cancer. And she looked at me and said, "well now you have another thing in common with Taylor."

#that was so fucked up i think about it all the time #soon youll get better

[sbd-laytall]

You know what would actually be criminal? If in Season Two of The Summer I Turned Pretty, a flashback of Susannah before her death starts rolling and Soon You'll Get Better by Taylor Swift plays through the scene.

#I would legitimately cry my eyes out #I would not be able to handle it #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #susannah fisher #taylor swift #soon youll get better #my post

[our-lovely-minds]

Here’s a reminder to drink water, take your meds if you’re on any, and give yourself a break. You truly deserve it. I love you.

#positivity #ily #<3 #positive #wholesome #it will get better #soon youll get better #it’s gonna be okay