#look grayson would have the morning voice of the gods and you can't tell me otherwise

[master-sass-blast]

Ppsssppsss...

Hey!

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Grayson's morning voice

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AT LAST!!! I HAVE THE SPOONS TO ANSWER THIS ASK!!! (also ty honey for sending it my way so i wouldn't forget about the concept ily)

Look, we ALL know it. Shohreh Aghdashloo has the voice of a goddess, and ergo Grayson does too. I hope whoever cast Shohreh in the role of Grayson only has the finest of orgasms for the rest of their life.

Grayson's voice is already perfect. Just like the rest of her. However -just hear me out. We've all talked about Sevika's morning voice -and, yes it would be wonderful and orgasmic, but what I don't understand is why no one's mentioned how exquisite Grayson's morning voice would be.

You're slow to wake up.

You're not a morning person, to begin with. Sunrises go unmet so you can lavish in the safe embrace of slumber. The world is hard and cold, and your bed is soft and warm. If it weren't for your job, there wouldn't be enough coffee in the world to drag you out of bed before noon.

It's the weekend, however; being off the clock means you can luxuriate in bed for as long as you want. You can even take your coffee back to bed, just for the hell of it.

You make it until about ten before the sunlight becomes too bright to ignore. There's a crack in the curtains that cover your bedroom windows, and it's placed just right to let a slim beam of summer sunshine hit you right across the eyes.

You crack one eye open, with machinations to flip off the window in a very mature and adult manner -but that's as far as you get before you do a mental double-take.

There's slow, gentle breathing against your neck. There's warmth at your back and weight in the bed next to you. And, most importantly, there's a pair of arms still wrapped around you.

Grayson's still in bed, you realize. You blink, dumbfounded -then squint and hiss when the sun blasts your retinas with a full dose of morning. You lift one hand to shield your eyes, then puzzle out the unexpected presence in bed with you.

Simply put, your partner is never in bed when you wake up. Even with your job demanding you get up every morning, hers starts hours before yours (and, as much as you love her, you're not about to wake up every unholy morning and keep Grayson company while she gets ready for the day). Even though she's not a "morning person," per se, she rarely sleeps in -some sort of bullshit about her "body clock" waking her up early anyway.

Is she sick? You really can't fathom any other reason she'd be in bed so late in the day (well, relatively late).

Behind you, Grayson stirs. She inhales slowly through her nose, then nuzzles into your neck. She hums sleepily, then dips her head and kisses your shoulder. "Good morning."

Your jaw drops. Your eyelids flutter as your eyes roll back in your head.

You've always had a thing for your partner's voice -it's part of what drew you to her to begin with. She sounds so singular, so utterly entrancing. She could read the damn phone book, and you'd be hanging off her every word.

But eternals have mercy, her morning voice.

Fuck me. You swallow, then manage to scrape your brain into some semblance of order. "Morning," you manage, ever so eloquently. You clear your throat, try to put out the fire in your pants, then ask "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Y-you sure?" you ask, voice failing as the throb between your legs ratchets up a notch. "You never sleep in."

"It felt good to rest this morning." Grayson goes quiet when you arch against her -and when she speaks again, there's a certain coyness in her rich, gravely voice. "Are you feeling alright, darling? You're quite tense."

You sigh and squirm against her as her hand smooths down your side. "If I'd know how hot your morning voice is, I would've made a point to wake up when you get up for work."

Grayson chuckles and kisses the side of your neck. "Oh, really?"

You consider for a moment, then turn over and sling one leg over her hip. "No," you murmur as you press your lips against hers.

Grayson laughs. She meets your kiss with equal eagerness, then rolls you onto your back and slides her hands beneath your shirt. "That's what I thought."

#sass answers #grayson arcane #grayson x reader #arcane grayson #enforcer grayson #look grayson would have the morning voice of the gods and you can't tell me otherwise #also hi if you couldn't tell i am not a morning person

[prismuffin]

Heyo! How do you think Wally West, John Constantine, Hal Jordan, Dick Grayson and Conner Kent, react to accidentally falling asleep on their crush?

I feel like a lot of them would be a flustered mess!

Reader (He/Him)

- OwO

Ahhh I remember you, you requested that Steve Rogers fic huh? Well welcome back to my inbox- sorry it took me a minute I was out way longer than I thought I'd be! Anyways I think-

Wally would definitely be flustered when he wakes up. It'd just slowly dawn on him as you wake him up because he'd be so tired. Like he'd just stare at you with his eyes slowly widening and once he finally realizes he'd shoot so far away from you. His face would be completely red, his blush reaching his neck even and he'd just apologize while refusing to look at you. He'd decline any help on getting to his room and once he's in there he just screams into his pillow while kicking his feet. He just fell asleep on his guy crush. It's all he can think about. He definitely probably has a dream about it.

John wouldn't even be phased. Pfft, yeah he did just fall asleep on you, what are you gonna do about it? Exactly. He has a stone cold expression but fuck is he freaking out inside. He'd probably mumble something about being overworked and if you ask if he's getting enough sleep he'll almost drop his façade at the worry in your voice. He says he's fine, and begrudgingly allows you to help him to his room after you wouldn't let it go. He'd jokingly tell you to tuck him in, and you do. After you leave and he's alone he'd sigh dreamily before catching himself in such a love sick state. He'd smack both of his hands over his face, grumbling about how this random boy makes him feel like some stupid teenager in love. He'd also have dream about you and when he sees you the next morning he can't look you straight in the eye.

Hal would apologize while trying not to stutter too much. He'd feel pretty flustered about it but he wouldn't try and make it a big deal. When you ask if he's getting enough sleep he'd wave you off saying that he was fine but the way your concerned about him has his heart fluttering. He'd allow you to walk him to his room but he wouldn't let you inside, he'd tell you goodnight before he retreated to his sleeping chambers and the minute he shuts that doors his whole calm façade drops. He's cursing at himself for acting like such an idiot and falling asleep on you. It'd be on his mind all night and now he can't go back to sleep. No seriously, the embarrassment is keeping him awake god someone save him. When you see him the next morning and notice he somehow looks even more tired than the night before- you start fawning over him again and it only makes it worse.

Dick would probably be similar to Wally, in the sense that it doesn't immediately hit him. He'd be so tired that after you wake him he'd stare at you for like five seconds before cursing and mumbling an apology. He'd just slowly move off of you and would smile awkwardly while he tries to handle the situation without completely freaking out. When you ask him if he's been getting enough sleep he'll crack a joke about how he isn't and how he's very sleep deprived all the time. He does in fact let you walk him to his room but he's really flustered when you follow him inside to make sure he lays down. After you leave his heart would be pounding as he laid in his bed and similar to Hal he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep immediately. Though, over time he does get there. He to has a dream about you and it only makes him fall deeper in love.

Conner would try and play it off, key word is try here alright. His expression is stoic as he apologizes but they way he refuses to meet your eye and the way his face is practically glowing red is not helping his case. He'd be very embarrassed and would try and leave this situation as quickly as possible. When you ask if he's getting enough sleep he'll say he's fine and would excuse himself to go back to his room so he can get some sleep. But then you suggest walking him there to make sure he's alright and god damn his heart can't take the way you're worrying for him right now it's so god damn cute. Favoritism would take over and he'd allow you to walk him back to his room though he'd be hesitant on letting you inside. Once he's in bed he doesn't necessarily fall asleep easy but it's not cause he can't he just chooses not to as he replays the previous interaction over and over in his mind.

( this was unintentionally in rainbow order but I kinda love that )

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[cassiachales]

Journal Entry Four [[And Grayson Hawthorne’s Lips] Yes, His Lips]

note: still can't belive the amount of love this silly little self-indulgent fanfic is getting. y'all are the reason i write <33 this chapter is also *slightly* longer than the others taglist: @f4iry-bell, @never-enough-novels, @reminiscentreader, @dahliawarner, @lanterns-and-daydreams

Saturday– It’s been four days since I last saw the reason I bought this journal. Xander’s been demanding to know what happened on Wednesday, and though I really want to tell him, I want to keep that moment to myself. A secret between me and a certain Hawthorne. I’m busy wondering what we are. Acquaintances? Friends? Something with bigger feelings? I don’t know and that keeps scaring me. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Sometimes, you wish you didn’t like guys who wear suits and have dry conversations.

But you can’t help it. 

Xander’s on the floor, his hand on his forehead. “Why didn’t the pebble work?”

“Wait, so you were the one who put the pebble there?”

“I thought it would work.” He moans. “It should’ve worked.”

You don’t tell him about how Grayson’s fingers were on your waist and how they still left a phantom touch.

You don’t tell Xander about what Grayson said.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── “How do you do this to me?” ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

And you can’t get his voice out of your head. Low and seductive and you can still feel the featherlight touch of his lips at the curve of your ear.

Grayson’s been ignoring you. When you arrived at Hawthorne House that morning, you’d seen him.

You’d almost said hi when he brushed past you as though he didn’t know you, and Xander had seen it.

“Someone give that guy a dose of happiness.” Jameson had said, his hands around Avery’s shoulders. 

And now, Xander was busy moping about how his attempts to set the two of you up had failed miserably.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He asks me that question as though I know the answer.  The only answer I want to ask is: HOW DOES HE MAKE ME WANT HIM?? Yes, he’s attractive. Yes, he’s absolutely amazing. And yes, I might be a little bit in love with him. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You get up from the floor, patting Xander’s head. “I’m gonna go get you a drink.”

He groans. “I hate drinking.”

“You definitely look like you need one.”

“I do, actually.” Then he perks up, as though there’s another idea in his head.

“Xander, don’t you dare–”

“Grayson’s office has the best scotch and wine.” He begins, ignoring you. 

“I am not getting whiskey from his office.”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

“I am not.”

“Do you want a chance with him or not?”

Obviously, you do. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to go to Grayson Hawthorne’s office and get a drink from there.

“You are going to go get your own drink.” You say, crossing your arms. “I am not going to go into that prick’s office.”

“Gotta love how he developed from being a hot guy to a hot prick in your eyes.”

“Who said I still find him hot?”

You didn’t care if people called you petty. If Grayson would ignore you, you would ignore him.

Simple.

Xander gets up, nudging your side. “At least get the whiskey.”

“You’re a drunkard.”

He shrugs. 

You sigh.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── I am definitely the dumbest person on the planet for actually going to the office and getting the whiskey. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You walk down the corridors and go up staircases before you find his office.

You knock.

“Come in.” He says, and his voice sounds as though he’s half asleep.

You can’t help but wonder when, exactly, he’d actually slept through the night.

Opening the door, you step in, and when his eyes meet yours, they’re in surprise. 

He says your name.

And god, you love the way your name rolls off of his tongue.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” You whisper. You didn’t mean to talk to him about that, but the words escape you.

“Not on purpose.” He whispers back, getting up from his chair. The desk is littered with papers and he looked half-buried in them.

“It seemed like that when you just walked by me like I was nothing.”

“You could never be nothing, Not to me.” He says, and he walks towards you before his back straightens and he looks away.

Until then, until he looked away, you’d believed you could have actually been something to him.

Now?

You feel as though someone is going to take a hammer to your heart.

“How dare you say I could never be nothing and then look away? How dare you play with my heart?” You say. You’re fuming, you can’t believe that you were falling for a man like him.

Until you see him quiver. His eyes are mad and his whole body is shaking, like he wants to say something but the words just won’t come out.

He walks to you, your chests almost touching.

His hands are quivering when they’re on your arms, touching you with a featherlight touch, as though he can’t quite believe you’re real.

“Why can’t I think straight when you’re with me?” And then he says your name, and you’re falling.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He looked at me like I was the only person alive. Like I was the reason his heart was beating. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Whenever I look at you, I cannot think. Whenever I see you smile or laugh, I feel the sudden urge to join you. Whenever I hear your voice, I feel like I am a damned man and you are my only chance at salvation. How? How do you have such an effect on me? Why is it that you are the only person who crowds my mind? Why can't I help but want to be with you? Why do I want you? 

I don’t know. I don’t know why–or how–you consume my thoughts. I have never been able to give my heart but to you? When I am with you, I want to give you all of me. I’ve never been so unsure of my feelings, and then you came along.

I think I love you. I think I am hopelessly in love with you.” Your name rushes from his lips like it’s a prayer.

You can’t breathe.

His lips are nearing yours, and then they stop when they’re a finger’s breadth away. 

“I’m afraid that if I kiss you now, I’ll never feel like stopping.” He says, his voice in a low whisper. “But I’m also afraid that if I do not kiss you now, I’ll never be able to think of anything else.”

For two seconds, the two of you stay still.

Then: “Can I?”

The barest of nods.

His lips are on yours and you feel like you’re on fire.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Oh, no, I’m not writing the rest of it down. I’m afraid someone will find this and read this journal and just because of that, I am not writing anymore. But I will say this: his lips are extremely soft and his kiss is like a secret that he never wishes to give away. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Journal Entry Three

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[xoxo-mylove]

I Hate That Soothing Voice (no I actually don’t)

(Batmom x dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne x reader)

*EDITED*

Word Count: 1,937

Synopsis: Where Dick Grayson is a very angry child who misses his mom and YN is a woman with all the patience and care in the world (according to Bruce) In reality Dick Grayson is about to make a grown woman cry.

Warnings: Angst, Very angst, parental loss, child grieving, arguing, self-insecurities, self guilt, but fluff towards the end ;)

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Richard John “dick” Grayson hates it here. He hates the long hallways, the tall the unreasonably tall doors.

The hugeee open rooms that occupy the manor that definitely do not make him want to yell at the top of his lungs in order to hear an echo of his voice that he is sure would be so, so cool, or the endless amount of cookies and desserts that Mr. Pennyworth and Y/N make for him.

 Oh and don’t even get him started on how much he hates, hates Mrs. Wa- 

 Yep! No, Richard Grayson hates it here. So much so that after being in his new room, staring at the ceiling he sheds a tear.

He sheds a tear because he's frustrated, So frustrated that he just wants to find Missus Wayne and yell at her some more (he’s been doing that since Bruce had brought him into the Manor) for coddling him, being nice to him, and talking to him in that soothing voice that he hates so MUCH because he DOESN'T WANT THAT! He’s angry. So angry... So angry, so sad, and so another tear falls.                                                                                                                  

and another

and another

And he doesn't know how but suddenly he’s on his side sobbing into his pillow crying for his mommy.

He doesn't even realize that he’s become so loud that he's notified the one woman he doesn't want to see.

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It’s late. You knows it's late, but you can never really sleep when Bruce is away on his....Nightly activities. The bed is always too cold and you’ve gotten too comfortable (spoiled) falling asleep in his arms. But you know that's not the real reason why you can't fall asleep. It’s because of the 8 year old boy who's currently across the hall asleep his room.

 You can't sleep because you don’t know what to do.

You knew he was grieving, god, was he grieving and you were doing everything you could do in your power to help him adjust to this new life.

A new life without his parents. You felt for the little boy, Massively so, that you take the anger. You take the yelling, the screaming, and the tantrums that he pulls because you knows he’s angry. 

You talk to Alfred about it while you both have tea one morning, and he tells you “Well Lady Y/-

 “Just Y/N” 

“I beg your pardon?” You huff and roll your eyes, “Y/N, Alfred. Cmon it's been years, you think we would be on first name basis now” you say cheekily. 

He simply stares at you for a long second with eyes full of irritation, (you swears you could see a hint of amusement in them though)before continuing “As I was saying, I simply feel a wave of nostalgia when looking at young Master Dick” he takes your silence as an answer to continue. “The anger and the yelling reminds me of when Master Bruce was a young boy whom had just lost his parents.”

 It’s then that you want to bash your head into the wall, because how did you not see it? Bruce and Dick, Both haven gone through some of the most traumatic thing ever know to a young child.

 Loosing their parents. So you take the anger and with a new understanding. That seems to set him off more actually. Feeling hopeless and out of options, you go to Bruce. Your love, your confidant, your best friend in the whole world. And you asked him what to do. 

Bruce was shocked. Because usually when you couldn't do something you would try your absolute best to tire out all your options when you came head first with a problem before you even attempted to ask Bruce for help.

 It used to annoy the hell out of him, because he thought you not letting yourself need him was because you didn’t trust him, and that hurt. But he later found out that when it came to the important and vital things you would always come to him.

Your stubbornness over the years become more endearing. So he kinda understands why you do it. Because he knows that you know that he will rub it in your face that you need him. He finds it rewarding when you blush red, out of anger or blush because you’re flustered. He likes to think it's the latter.

So when you came to him with your problems with Dick he knew he shouldn't rub this one in your face. Because the look of defeat and hopelessness coating your beautiful face left him with a deep feeling of discomfort in his stomach, and concern and worry coating his usually stoned face.

 So he tells his wife some of the things him and Dick have bonded over (dead parents, and broodiness and anger being their usual personality) He tells you some of his experience and how he absolutely hated the world, took his anger out on everyone and everything. He told you that because your there your gonna be a punching bag. He did the same this with Alfred. still does.

“You need to establish a ground rules.” he tells you.

“You’re could be patient and understanding, but he has to understand he can’t talk to you like that.” Bruces words and advice give you the courage to speak.

“Do you really think so? I feel like me getting strict with him will just get him more angry?”

“I promise you sweetheart, this will help.” And it looks like it does because the previous look of defeat was now replaced with a sense of determination, and it was painted all over his stunningly gorgeous wife’s face.

 So much so that when you kiss him with your form of a simple thank you, he definitely prolongs the gesture of gratitude by grabbing you by the hips and pulling you onto his lap. Oh how determination and happiness on his wife’s face looks so, so sexy.

So now laying in bed, with Bruce’s advice running through your head you plan on bonding with him tomorrow. Thats right! You’re going to move past your guy’s ..awkward phase and you ar- *sniffle* *sniffle* your inner monologue stops. *wailing*, *sniffle*

 “I want my mommy” and your breath catches. No. Oh no, no. You immediately rip off the covers and walks out of the room into the hall.

 You make a beeline towards the door. When you suddenly stop. You’re hit with the realization that..He wants his mommy. Oh, he wants his mommy. If you went in there you’ll surely just be a reminder that his mother is gone and that he now lives with Bruce and Y/N. Two people who are not his parents.

 You’re contemplating turning back when you hear another heartbreaking sniffle that causes a sting to burn in your eyes and and lump to form in your throat, yeah your definitely going inside. You turn the knob to the door and slowly open it.

Dick stops sniffling immediately when he hears the knob turn.

 He raises his head to see Mrs. Wayne standing in the door way, looking at him with a warm tentative smile and soft understanding eyes.

 And he doesn't know if it’s the sudden guilt he feels for treating you so horribly since he’s gotten here or if it’s that even though he doesn't deserve it, your here standing in his door way looking for his confirmation in order to comfort him but he immediately bursts into tears. Again

 And nearly starts sobbing when you take on the soothing voice he thought he hated so much and says “Oh, honey! It's okay I’m here.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay to cry sweetheart.”

“I promise. I’m not mad. You can never make me mad honey.”

 That’s what truly sets him off, so he does. Oh does he cry. He cries in your arms for hours, minutes, days, he doesn't know but after the tears have run out, the sniffles have subsided, and now that you’ve wiped all the wetness and snot off his face, he allows himself to fully sink into your arms. And be subdued by the warmth you provide and that soothing voice repeating praises to him, lulling him to sleep.

 It’s when he’s on the brink of slumber, he feels a pair of lips press onto his head and he thinks to himself; he doesn't mind the comforting, and coddling at all. Because this feels nice. So nice. Oh yeah, he definitely doesn't hate you. Not one bit.

Hope you enjoy lovelys! - Yella <;33

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[batstorm93672]

Trapped. Arm pinned under. Blood.

How long has it been?

Damian went to an art gala with his father and brothers. It was amazing, until the building collapsed, Damian was alone. He was alone in the dark, the building had ten floors of exquisite art and Damian was on the second when everything came down.

Damian hated it, he knows if he tries to get out on his own he might risk other people's lives. He doesn't even know how far he fell down. He can't stand, he was beneath a lot from what he could tell and it felt as if any movement would make it crumble. Of course the pinned arm didn't help either.

He just knew he wanted to leave and go back to the Manor. This gala was an event from a business man working alongside Wayne Enterprises and Damian was alone.

He didn't have anything on him, his body was sore and his head throbbed.

He remembers falling down and then darkness as everything caved in. He had to keep himself up, no sleeping or he might not ever make it back. No crying or panicking cause then his air would be wasted. All he can do is wait...

With only his thoughts...

God this sucks!

As if Ra's voice doesn't already mess with him, now he has no choice but to stay helpless.

"I want to go home... please"

Damian's eyes went heavy and for once he couldn't force himself to stay awake.

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"Batman how many are trapped?"

"About two hundred people are missing, Nightwing you keep talking with the police, Red Robin run a thermal scan of the area. Red Hood when the scan is done, get the people closest with a rescue team to help the ones above"

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.

His eyes were felt like weights and regardless of the aching pain he opened them. It was hot and Damian was expecting for Titus to awaken him with kisses or Alfred the cat to loudly purr. Instead he was met with darkness and pain.

How long has it been since the collapse?

Think...

Damian peered at some manner of light, there was a sliver of it casting itself into the darkness, from that alone it must have been a new morning. About six a.m?

He hadn't eaten nor does he have water, he might die from dehydration soon.

Not like anyone would care

What?

...no one would care right?

If I died, then they might be happy... Drake wouldn't hate me, he might be glad. Grayson would be joyful that carrying the burden of being around me would be over. Todd would be overjoyed that the Demon spawn was gone. Father... would be indifferent and Pennyworth might care for a little until it becomes nothing.

No stop thinking like that!

You're insane, trapped and dehydrated it's just your mind making things up!

They love me... right? Yeah they do

They'll come for me...

I won't be alone anymore...

No more...

Damian in a fit of his thoughts clashing began to hum an old song that his mother would sing when he was a child. Not a single remembrance of the name or anything, yet that song felt like the most important thing in the world as of now.

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"Two hundred people, now down to fifty. Everything is okay, we have to be cautious on the site so it doesn't collapse more. No sign of Damian. Anything on your end Hood?"

"No we got lots of people out, most were together in groups but nothing on him"

"Alright the GCPD is all good here, we're getting a rundown of everyone inside and now out. I'll be assisting Hood now"

Everyone got silent.

"Batman? Where are you?"

"The gala was set in one of the most secure buildings, I'm getting information on the cause"

"Okay good, Nightwing and Hood keep helping and I'll continue with the scans to see if anyone is deeper in"

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His throat was dry, his body was even worse. Felt like he could be dying again...

"I don't wanna go... I'm scared"

It was so hot... Damian couldn't help the quickening of his pulse, feeling his body give in. Even in Hell whenever he closed his eyes, all Damian can feel is the unbearable heat. So much heat, screaming and crying.

Damian heard a noise from above and looked up in hurry.

"Please... help me!"

"-at"

"-m?"

"PLEASE HELP ME!"

Damian couldn't stop crying, he just wanted to go home again. So much heat it's intoxicating!

"DON'T LEAVE ME HERE PLEASE HELP"

"-ian?!"

"Damian!" It was Nightwing and Red Hood

Damian shook with trembles as he felt pain from his arm be lifted from below "Holy crap his arm, Nightwing get a paramedic!"

"Don't leave me here... please don't"

Damian's eyes barely adjusted to the light as he cried. "We're here for you Damian, hang in there buddy"

"I- I'm scared"

"I know, that's okay. You'll be alright as soon as we get you out. Do you have any other injuries?"

"I think I hit my head and my arm is pinned down. How long has it been?"

"Almost a day, we were worried about you"

"Oh, so you do care?"

"Care about what?"

"Me. I thought everyone would be more glad if I was gone"

"No. We'd be upset and do anything to get you back"

"Forgive me... I'm experiencing dehydration, my thoughts aren't in order it seems"

"You'll be okay, we're here for you"

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[fatherlyssa]

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like to hook up with me?"

The question stumped Grayson as it rolled off her tongue with ease. He never thought his best-friend of over ten years would ask him something like that. Something so consensual and risque. He was positive she had made it clear their friendship was platonic and nothing more when he tried to kiss her in seventh grade. Of course they were young, but Y/N had always been mature and knew what she wanted. It wasn't him. 

Had she thought about it before? Had she imagined what it would feel like, taste like, or even smell like? 

Of course Grayson had imagined the very idea of it. Every aspect and tiny detail. What guy could look at Y/N and not? Her naturally reddish lips that always sat in a pout made it hard to not imagine them wrapped around his cock. Every time she didn't get her way with anything, the small groans that left her mouth, made him nearly cum in his pants at the thought of her underneath him making such noises. 

 "No.." Grayson lied, plain as day. He didn't want her to be creeped out if he said yes. 

She almost looked offended at his answer and he sat with a confused look on his face. The wine that had been given to her from Cameron was definitely working overtime. Her cheeks were flushed a hot pink from the blood rushing through her tiny body, trying to control the alcohol content. 

That's why the question had been asked in the first place. Because she was drunk. Or maybe just tipsy, but it was still the wine talking and not her. She would regret the question in the morning, but right now she didn't care. 

 "You've never once thought about it?" She asked one more time. Her eyes narrowing in on him almost like she was trying to read his mind. 

Grayson distracted himself, standing to his feet while beginning to clean up the dishes now scattered around the living room. Cameron and Y/N had decided to have a small get together for the premiere of the Bachelor. Couldn't have been more than five woman that tagged along, each bringing a finger food and some wine along. 

She watched him closely still as he basically ignored her and picked up two wine glasses in one hand and the dirty paper plate that held tiny meatballs on it once. Y/N was a sucker for tiny meatballs and ate all of them herself most likely. 

Y/N decided to push it further, knowing the silence from her best-friend was leading her to her own assumptions. She picked up he rest of the paper plates and her glass of wine and followed behind him into the kitchen. 

 "I think it'd be pretty hot." Y/N said carelessly as she shrugged her shoulders and tossed the plates away. 

Grayson stood at the sink with his back facing her. The hot water was running, trying to rid of the dark red liquid before it stained. One of the glasses had a lipstick stain around the rim. 

A hot breathe fanned down the middle of Grayson's bare back. His entire body froze and he felt like his heart had stopped beating. Y/N's hand reached around him. She placed the now empty wine glass in the sink and stood to the right of Grayson. Her body nearly touching his. 

 "You know," She bit onto her bottom lip as she stared at his soft skin,"you not saying anything just makes me think you're thinking about me. Right now." She had thought about it countless times. How his skin would feel pressed against hers. She knew he was big, but she didn't know what it would feel like. She wanted to feel his lips pressed to every inch of her skin. She didn't know if it was the naughty thoughts running through her mind at that exact moment or the alcohol, but her thighs were forced closed at the pulsing feeling that throttled through her lower half. 

A heavy sigh was pushed from Grayson's body as he tilted his head up to the ceiling. Almost as if he was trying to communicate with God. Trying to see if the situation he was in was really happening. If his dreams were coming true right before his very eye's. 

 "Y/N, don't do this." His voice sounded almost agitated, but it was far from it. It was strained and forced. 

 "Don't do what?" Her innocent voice nearly sent over the edge. His hands gripped the edges of the counter-top. She watched his biceps flex before her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to push him over the edge. To where he had no other choice but to pick her up and fuck her right here on this counter top. 

He turned his head slowly and looked at her. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth and her eye's peered up at him. His breathe was caught in his throat. He was going to do something. Something that may have come as a regret in the morning, but right then and there he had no other option. 

Hungrily, their lips attached to one another. It was fiery just like they had both imagined. His hands found their way under her thighs and he picked her up with such ease. Like she weighed less than a feather. Her hands had found their way to the nape of her neck, pulling at the hair there. A low throaty groan fell from his lips and the pulsing had returned to her lower half. 

 "Fuck, yes." He released the words breathlessly as she attached her lips to the skin of his collarbone. "Fuck, I've thought about it so much." 

A giggle fell from her lips as she sucked at the skin harshly, surely leaving a mark. Her hands ran down the front of his body, feeling every muscle and crevice that was carved into his skin. She wanted to take her time to cherish his body and every inch of it, but she wanted him so bad. 

Something in him was telling him to not let this go any further. His conscious was nagging at him in the back of his head. He wanted nothing more than to flip her over and fuck her slow on the counter top, feeling her squeeze around him as she came. He couldn't do it. He couldn't go through with it. 

 "Stop.." His voice came out in a choked tone, cracking slightly. "We can't do this." 

They both wanted it. More than either them had ever imagined. Grayson was thinking rationally tho. This could ruin their entire friendship. It complicated too much and put too much at risk. He couldn't stand the thought of her waking up sober tomorrow and never speaking to him again. It made him sick to his stomach.

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine #dolan twins #dolan twins imagines

[dolanssunshine]

𝗨𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲. | 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗜𝗜

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1732

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

   IT'S DAY TWO of the guys, and I taking a road trip up to Lake Tahoe. Ethan and a couple of friends, and I will go on a hike on the house's hiking trail. After I got dressed, I waited for Ethan, who takes at least an hour to get dressed every morning. Finally, when he came out of his room, we left for the woods.

  We walked up and down hills, and I had to hear Ethan complain the entire time.

"Honestly, Grayson, was this necessary?" Ethan asked as we walked up a hill.

"Yes, it was." I answered him making our friends laugh.

"No, it wasn't. This is ridiculous; my legs hurt, and I think I have poison ivy," Ethan complained.

"Stop being a little bitch, and come on." I accused jokingly, walking ahead of him.

  The further we walked, the more I enjoyed being in the wild. Ethan and I, along with two of our friends, continued to walk on the trail when I look up to see the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. She had a gorgeous face, dark hair tied into a high ponytail, yoga pants that hugged her curves, and a nice size pair of boobs on her. I couldn't help but stare as the girl smiles at what her friends were saying. As we got closer, she looks up, and our eyes meet. I realized she's the girl that's staying in the house across the lake.

   I didn't even realize Ethan or my friends were calling me until Ethan snaps his fingers in my face. "What?"

"Why are you staring at that girl so hard?" He wondered bemusedly. If he followed my line of vision, he would see who I'm averting my eyes at her.

"Do you not see her? How can I not stare at her? She's gorgeous, bro." I crooned. This girl is a sight to see.

"Go talk to her." One of my friends urges me.

"Nah." I shook my head.

"Bro, she's right there; just go say hey." Ethan chuckled, patting me on the shoulder.

  Letting out a heavy sigh, I nodded. As I was about to walk over to the girl, she beat me to it.

"Well, look who we have here." Her angelic voice beams.

"It's the Dolan Twins." The girl with long dark hair next to her smiles.

"We are such fans of you guys. You two are funny." My angel from above laughs.

"Uh, thanks." I hear Ethan stutter out.

"Well, I'll let you guys go on. You probably want to explore nature and things like that, so I'll let you guys be." My angel smiles and walks away.

  Before she got too far, I stopped her. "Hey, wait."

   She stops and turns around. "Yea?"

"Aren't you the girl who moved into the big house across the lake?" I inquired, unsure.

"Yes, why?" She questions, nodding.

"We're staying in the smaller cabin across the lake from you." I hesitated nervously.

"No way." One of her friends laughs.

"Yea." I nodded.

"Well, since we're neighbors of somewhat...how would you guys like to come to hang out with us. The guys are barbecuing; we're going to try out the jet skis; it'll be fun." My angel explains to me.

  I turned to look back at Ethan and our friends, and they all nodded in agreement. "Sure, we'll be there."

"Awesome." She smiles before walking away.

   As I watched her walk away, I wanted her to stay to hear her voice. I turned to walk with Ethan and our friends, who patted my back, cheering. Finally, we made it back to the cabin and showered before we got in the car and drove to the house across the lake. There were a couple of guys riding on the jet skis as the girls watched. From where I stood, I can see the girl I ran into laying in the sun.

   The sun made her skin look faultless. It seems like she's lustrous, in my opinion. So many thoughts were running in my head at how good she looks.

"Snap out of it." Ethan laughs, snapping his fingers in my face.

"Asswipe," I grumbled, shaking my head.

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

 I laid with Rachael and Nyeli, sun tanning on the dock, when Rachael taps my arm, pointing behind us. Sitting straight up, I turn to see none other than the Dolan Twins and their friends talking with the guys. Boy, does Grayson look good with the way the sun made his skin look? So many dirty things are run him through my head right now. How is it possible to look that godly?

"Holy greek god, he looks good." I gasped, looking him up and down.

"So does Ethan." Rachael attracted, biting her bottom lip.

"You girls are something else." I hear Nyeli laugh as she shakes her head.

"Let us lust in peace." Rachael jokes, rolling her eyes.

"Yea, let us lust in peace," I said to Nyeli in a chiding tone.

  As the guys continue to talk to the twins, my eyes never left Grayson; I couldn't take my eyes off Grayson Bailey Dolan. The things I could do to him if given a chance, I'd run my tongue all down his sculpted body down to his - okay, let me stop. Tearing my eyes away from him, I placed my sunglasses on my face and laid down in the sun. Thirty minutes passed, and some of the guys were in the water with the girls on the jet skis.

"Hey, Mandy, come join me on the jetski," Rachael says, waving me over.

  Rolling my eyes, I stood up and walked into the water, and hopped on the jetski behind Rachael. One of the guys pushed us into the water further, and Rachael turns on the jetski then takes off. I held onto my best friend's waist as she makes left and right turns. As the wind blew in my face, I could see on the dock Grayson and his brother staring at us. We laughed, going around on the jetski racing against Summer and Nyeli.

  The four of us laughed while getting off the jetskis as we walked on land.

"That's was so fun." Summer giggles.

"Hell yea." Rachael agreed.

  We sat on the balcony on the back of the house, looking over the beautiful scenery.

"You know he was staring at you," Rachael commented, nudging my with her arm.

"Who? Grayson?" I questioned.

"Yea, I saw that too." Nyeli nods.

"Oh, I guess," I spoke sheepishly, shrugging my shoulders.

"Now, you know you felt something when you noticed that." My best friend tells me.

"I'm not gonna say I did, but I don't even know him," I answer her honestly as I shrugged.

"So, just because you don't know him, it doesn't mean you can't feel anything for him," Rachael states shaking her head.

  Rolling my eyes, we continue talking until the guys called us down to roast some marshmallows. As we sat around the fire, everyone talked with each other.

"I'm so glad we can get away from school," Adam groans, head titled back.

"For real, I was so exhausted with all the essays," I agree, nodding my head, biting into my s’more.

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

   Even when she speaks, it sounds like music to my ears. Her voice is sweet and velvety smooth. I watched her talk with her friends smiling. Man, her smile is even beautiful. The way her cheeks look chubby made her look even cuter.

  Wait, Grayson, you don't even know her name. I can still admire her beauty.

"Hey, what's that girl's name?" I asked one of the guys.

"Who?" Joel, whose name I found out earlier, asked.

"The one in the white shirt," I answered, trying not to stare.

"That's Amanda. Why you like her?" Another boy named Adam smirks.

"What? N-No, she's the one who invited us." I replied as my cheeks turned red.

"Oh, when they went hiking this morning?" Joel's friend Gabriel questions.

"Yea," I answer, nodding.

"Well, yea, her name is Amanda, and the girl to her right is Rachael." Joel nods.

"Is she single?" My friend Jace inquires.

"Why don't you ask her," Adam replies, laughing.

"You think I should?" Jace asked my brother and me.

"You don't want to seem...desperate or thirsty." Our other friend Heath tells him.

"You're right." Jace nods.

  As we're talking, I notice Amanda glancing at me up and down before talking with her friends. The things this girl does to me, and I barely know her. She might be the one for me.

"So, are all of you in college?" Heath wondered, looking at Joel.

"Yea, we are." Gabriel nods.

"What classes are they taking?" Ethan questions referring to Amanda and Rachael.

"Business management." Adam answers.

"They want to open a business together," Joel replies, nodding.

"That's cool," I commented.

"Yea, that is." My brother agrees.

"What kind of business do they want to open together?" I asked him curiously.

"I think a restaurant because Amanda's grandma is a fantastic cook, and she wants to et her food out there," Gabriel explains.

  I nodded my head understanding what he explained. Not only is she beautiful she's smart and knows what she wants in life.

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

   The campfire is going well. Grayson kept sending me glances which made me feel nervous inside. I had to admit it, though. He's so gorgeous, with the shadow from the fire illuminated his chiseled, handsome face. Anais and Rachael look at me and wiggle their eyebrows.

"Stop," I whisper in their ear.

"Girl, you know he looks fine." Rachael mischievously grins.

"I know that." I pointed out.

   It would be embarrassing if he found out I have a slight — no, a massive crush on him when he doesn't even know who I am, besides my name. I'd probably die if he finds out and confronts me.

#grayson dolan fic #grayson dolan #ethan dolan fic #ethan dolan #dolan twin fic #mywritings

[hottmessexpresss]

Fever.

Back problems.

These mothafuckin'Kids.

Three days ago, my son woke up sick. He had this look* on his face. An unsettled look. He looked me dead in the eyes, and he started to gag. My eyes widened with horror. My instincts kicked in, and I did what my dad would do when I was growing up. The only sure way to know you have reached another level of parenting: held out my hands cupped together held under his chin. A vomit catch-all, if you will. Maybe it's a kid instict too. He knew* what it meant and what to do. He played and was fine throughout the day. Thank god.

The NEXT day, I developed a decent fever. I felt like my body was ran over by an 18 wheeler. "Greaaaaaaaaaaat!" I thought to myself. I laid on the couch half dead in a pool of my own sweat staring at the clock. Is 7:00 too early for bedtime? My daughter ended up puking ONCE that evening, so i figured it was a 24 hour tummy bug. No other symptoms. No more vomit. Both kids seemed fine. I prayed that I would not fall ill, and that I**wouldn't be sick. Could you imagine? Being sick AND being the mom? Being the house chore manager? Being the post-op surgery home nurse? What the hell would that* be like? Well, my dad has always told me, God must have a sense of humor based on my life being like an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm....and it was a god awful sense of humor, if that.

Yesterday, I was swiffer wet jetting a pool of urine on the floor. I shook my head, did my usual lecture on how only an animal would pee on the floor. How grayson wasn't an animal, and how pee goes INSIDE of the toilet. Not inside his construction cement truck (boys🙄😬). I bent over, and my life flashed before my eyes. BAM. I almost collapsed to the floor. I was sweating and writhing in pain. I couldn't muster up ENOUGH inertia to walk my body forward. My knees started to buckle, and immediate panic set in. Of all times for this to happen, with my luck-- it did (cue Curb Your Enthusiasm theme song). I am damn near 30 years old, and a Swiffer wet jet mop, along with a slight twist and bend movement, put me to the fuckin' floor. Meanwhile, J-Lo who is in her 50's is pole dancing and dancing at a top performance rate for a Superbowl half-time show. And again, here I am, in the same clothes as yesterday, my body getting over a fever, AND NOW pulled my back out of place. I was angry and upset that I have disabled myself.

Of course, Grayson and the baby caught wind of my sudden lack of movement and chaos ensued. Both hanging on my feet, whining and crying and fighting each other to be held. Every second ticked by slowly, as I completely winced and cursed in pain. I huddle by the cat tree. I try to stand and lean onto it and realized..I needed help. But who could help? How?

My husband was at work. Barely 2 weeks post-op from his shoulder replacement. I broke down in tears. My husband has just now been able to shower by himself. He's still in a sling and has very limited movement. What the hell am I going to do? With different parts of our bodies being out of commission, how* could we do this? I reluctantly called him. In tears, I waited 45 minutes before he got to the house. Before he arrived, with a little help from my Grayson, I was able to dress the baby. Grayson picked his clothes out, and got ready all by himself (I was shook). I waddle slowly to my bedroom and grab some socks and my Nike's. Grayson hauled ass into my room like always (because there isba child lock and it's forbidden) kneeled down and helped me put on my socks and shoes. I told him my back was hurting and he told me, "Don't worry mom. I'll fix it!" He lifted my shirt gently, and started to scratch my lower back. The tears were welling up. He got the baby clothes from her drawer (after one attempt), and sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to her as I changed her. I was overwhelmed with many emotions. I was in that moment, proud of Will and I's parenting and how my sweet and sour child, was being sweet and helpful to me.

Will arrives. He's stressed. I'm stressed. I keep apologizing over and over to him. I shove fruit snacks in my jacket. Will raises his voice at me to stop trying to put Grayson into his car seat. We are both frustrated. We are both not feeling it. I get to urgent care and wait for the doctor. He comes in after 10 minutes and says, "Oh? Are you striking a pose for a photo?" My hip is out and I'm leaning against the wall. I laughed. I explained what happened. He felt my hips and lower back. "Oh. Wow......you have HUGE knots all over the place...no wonder!" I held back tears. Then. This man turns to me and has THEE AUDACITY TO ASK ME** "Do you need a doctor's note for work?" I cracked a smile, but also wanted to strangle him right then and there. I explained my husband is two weeks post-op from shoulder replacement surgery, and that I have a 10 month old and a 3 year old at home, and all three are waiting in the car for me. He smiled and said, "I'd reccomend taking it easy, but that's not realistic is it?" He gave me a toradol shot, steroids for the inflammed muscles, muscle relaxers and T3. My anxiety sky-rocketed. I knew how Toradol made me tired. I knew how muscle relaxers obviously*** relax your muscles. T3 makes me groggy. How the fuck am I supposed to function on these AND take care of the kids?

So long gone are the days of being injured or sick and being able to sleep or "relax". So long gone are the days when no one else depended on you to be a fully functional adult during times of illness or injury.

My husband told me to go nap and relax my back. Though I was irriated by having to listen, and fight back the internal urge to pick up the toys on the ground, I obliged. Thinking back to a few months ago, my husband's sciatic caused him to be down and out from work for three days. I sat up in bed thinking of this. No offense to my husband; he works extremely hard and allows me the luxury of staying home with the kids. However, in this moment, I realized I wasn't able to experience the same "luxury" of taking three days off. Being a stay at home mom means, no days off. When youre sick, the world doesn't stop. Your toddlers certainly don't stop. So you, as the mom and house-manager, trudge through it. Because there is no other option or reason. Some are lucky to have family nearby that can cushion some of this blow. But unfortunately, that's not the case here. Instead, I facetimed my mom and cried to her, asking her to tell Grayson to be good for me. It worked (for a while).

I hate sometimes that these types of "problems" often come across as "complaining," but to me, just shows that a Mother's job never ends. We don't get to clock in, and clock out. We don't get paid lunch breaks. Often times I eat standing up, and pee with a rather curious audience (like when Grayson handed me toilet paper and told me to wipe my gina and did a horrendous digging motion with his hands). I don't get uninterrupted breaks. I don't physically see a paycheck deposited into my account.

This morning I woke up and before I got out of bed, I said a little prayer about being able to walk today. Thankfully, I can walk (at least). I made coffee, and waited for the monsters to wake up. I cooked them eggs and toast. I bribed grayson with a fruit snack to help get his sisters walker, and I slowly slowly lifted her in it. Getting her in and out of the crib has been a challenge. Babies want to be held and carried, and do not understand why* their mother isn't picking them up (torture).

I am realizing women are strong. Though I physically feel decrepid, I am appreciative of what women endure on a daily basis. Whether you work or stay home, being a mother is a 24/7 job that often goes without praise or recognition. Instead of binge watching Mad Men, or The Office (for the 56th time) posted up chillin' on meds, I am watching Paw Patrol while my kids nag and cry at my feet. "You should be THANKFUL. YOU HAVE THE BEST JOB IN THE ENTIRE WORLD....and an IMPORTANT ONE IF THAT." Well, Karen. Yes. Yes I do. I am "blessed" and "cursed" by this experience. I am** thankful. However, I am a human being. I am allowed to scowl and huff to myself, "this isn't fair!" While wanting to break down into tears. How dare I feel so selfish?

I am allowed to have bad days. Being a mom doesn't mean I am some bionic robot (though some days it definitely feels like it)

So here I am standing, slouched over the counter trying to rub a tennis ball into my lower back while my toddler screams, "THAT'S MY BAAAAAALLLLLLL MOM." All while my daughter also starts to scream (because her brother is screaming) I can't do anything but count to 10.

"Being a mom means having to choose between eating, showering, or sleeping. You can't do all three in one day" -unknown

Hug a mom, grandma or aunt today [or anyone that has raised you] and give yourself a pat on the back for being a bad ass super mom.

[maryenette-writes]

His Eyes [Dick Grayson x Reader] AU

A/N: Based of A Tale of Nine Lives by Akimiya Jun

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: Nothing much

Word Count: 2101

The day was young, yet you found yourself lying on the couch of your shared apartment, flicking through the array of channels for one that would satisfy you. Nothing was on this early in the morning and your boyfriend was still asleep. 

You glanced out at the sky from the window and smiled at the darkening sky. You loved rainy days, especially when it became dark, with thunder rumbling in the distance. It was no secret that you loved the rainy weather. Not only was the sound of rain drumming against the glass calming, staying inside, safe in your cozy home was also a very attractive way to pass time.

“Mornin’ beautiful.” you heard the alluring voice of your sleepy partner. You turned your head and giggled at the sight of him--with his messy bed hair, half-opened eyes and sluggish actions. He was still as handsome as ever and butterflies filled your stomach. What an effect this man had on you.

“Good morning Mr Grayson, rise and shine honey.” you greeted, jumping off the couch and wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned in for a short kiss. Apparently it was too short for his liking for when you pulled away he gave you a disappointed pout that reminded you of a child.

He followed you onto the couch and glanced at the sight outside the window. “Shine indeed…” he commented. His arms snaked around your waist and you found yourself sitting in front of him with your back pressed against his chest.

“Not gonna eat?” you quizzed. You felt him shake his head.

“Not hungry, not yet anyway. It’s way too early in the morning.”

“Mhmm…” The two of you sat in silence, flicking through the channels and listening to the rain appear, turning from a drizzle to a full storm. It was so peaceful and strangely calm.

“Hey [F/N]?” Dick whispered, breaking the silence. “Tell me about your lives.”

“My lives?”

“Yeah, your lives.”

You nodded slowly, knowing that it was a subject that you had to discuss sooner or later. When you first got into a relationship with Dick, you had informed him of your ability, how you had nine lives. Whenever you died, you would reincarnate in some other era, with all the memories of your past lives. You never talked about your past with him, until now of course.

“Okay.” you agreed, shifting to the side so you were facing him.

“Well… how would I start…” you hummed, forming your thoughts, “in each life I had only one goal; to find someone.”

“Someone?”

You nodded. “Someone very special…”

In my first life, we were nothing but mere peasants, but our love? Oh, our love was grand and written in the stars. We were carefree and oblivious, but even when our life was difficult as the poorest of the poor, we found happiness in each other.

However, we were fools to think that our god would grant us the luxury of happiness. A plague was spreading across the land, one which would be known as the Black Death. It took many lives; the lives of my parents, of his parents, of our neighbors and friends. It was only a matter of time before it reached our doorstep.

We tried our best to stay alive. We sought every medicine and remedy but the healers of our time were nothing but pretentious fools, only there to lie their way into our pockets. We were poor, we couldn’t afford proper care.

I was the first to go, and I always thought that god was kind to me, letting me die first, for I know not how to continue if he were to die first. He was by my side the entire time, holding my hand and never letting it go until my last breath.

“[F/N], my love, I beg of you.” he cried, gripping my hand desperately, “do not leave me.”

“I cannot…” I muttered, doing my best to hold on, “I-I am so sorry, please… do not be sad… please…”

He cried so much, he couldn’t hold his tears. “I cannot lose you too…”

“I-I love you… never forget that…”

I didn’t want to go, but I had no choice, but I knew, from that moment, looking at his gorgeous azure eyes, I knew that I would find him again. No matter what, through thick and thin, until the dying breath of my last life, I would find him again.

In my second life, I was no longer some peasant. In fact, we were both born into a respected house. We were fortunate and I thought that our god had finally given us the life we had deserved, even when I, a girl with nine lives, was an abomination of nature.

We were wedded on a bright summer day, sky brighter than the color of his eyes, those eyes I remembered oh so well. It was a perfect wedding, and I can recall our vows as if I had uttered those words yesterday. A month later, I was with a child.

But alas, it was all too good to be true.

A cry of anguish left my mouth and I tried to control my breathing. “I-It hurts, it hurts so much!”

“Keep pushing, your baby is almost out!” the midwife informed.

“I-I can’t--”

“You must! For your child, and your your husband! For your family!”

The pain of childbirth was unbearable for me, perhaps too unbearable, because when my child was born, I didn’t even get to see his or my child’s face before the Grim Reaper came to claim my soul once again.

And that was how my second life ended.

In my third life, I found him once again, and oh how happy we were. Like the naive fool I was, I thought that perhaps this time, it wouldn’t end with a tragedy, as the last two did. I was hopeful and faithful to my god. I prayed every single day that He would have mercy on me, a lonely girl who wants nothing but happiness. If he were to punish me, he shall do it in other ways, for my lover did not deserve my curse as well.

But my prayers went unanswered.

“Burn that witch! Burn that witch!” The monotonous chant of the crowd filled the village he and I lived in.

“She is not a witch!” he cried, struggling against the villagers holding him back, “stop it! Do not harm her!”

“She has bewitched him!” a villager cried in horror. “Burn her!”

I watched him struggle even more, crying and shouting for them not to hurt me. However, I was already tied to a stake, and they had already lit the fire which was spreading towards me at an alarming rate.

As I try to implant the blueness of his eyes into my mind for my next life, I shed no tears as the flames engulfed me.

In my fourth life, we were explorers, always at sea searching for new land. Out of all my lives, I think this was my favorite, for the sea always reminded me of the color of his eyes.

It was the most freedom we had in so long. In our other lives, we were tied down to one place, but in this life, we were free, roaming the world. No rules tied us down. No one could judge us and we could be ourselves.

By now, I knew something would go wrong. It always did, yet I still allowed myself to let go, to be happy, even when I knew that one day, that would all be taken away from me again.

It was on one very stormy night when it happened.

We were both in deck with our crew, trying to control our ship as the storm raged on. Water splattered onto my face and the sea tipped the ship from one side to another, threatening to turn us over. We were scared, but I wasn't, for I knew this was it.

This was our time.

“The storm is lifting! Come on, we can pull through!” he yelled through the crashing waves.

I ran towards him to assist him. He glanced at me, giving me a grateful smile. “We can do this, we’ll make it through.” His voice was shaky, due to the fear of the cold, I couldn't tell. All I could do was nod, but I knew the truth.

And then the inevitable happened. I catches a glimpse of his ocean-colored eyes once more before the water drowned me whole.

In my fifth life, I experienced the beginning of the first Great War. I was terrified but my lover, oh he bravely volunteered to fight.

We were oblivious and thought the war would end by Christmas but it only dragged on. He sent me letters, telling me of the horrors of war and the disgusting, inhumane things he was forced to do, yet he never forgot to mention his love for me. In every letter he reminded me of how much he loved me, of how much he missed me and of how much he couldn't wait to return to me.

A knock resonated through my small, cozy home in Britain, and I moved to open it. I was greeted with an officer, one that I didn't recognize, and the officer had a sad look on his face.

“No…” I shook my head in disbelief, “no, it can't… it can't be…”

“I’m sorry Madam, but your--”

“No!” I clasped my hand over my mouth. It was the first time he died before me, and the pain consumed me. It was as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest.

I cried like never before that day. I was in a dark place, mourning for the loss of my love. I never got to kiss his face one last time, I never got to see his smile or his lovely eyes again.

It wasn't long before I fell ill.

And soon enough, my time had ended, just weeks after his.

I guess one could truly die of a broken heart after all.

In my next three lives, I never found him.

I had died quickly in my sixth life, being a victim of a crossfire between the police and the mafia in Chicago.

My seventh life brought me back to Europe, where the Second World War occurred. As if God was punishing me, I was among the unfortunate that died as civilian casualty.

In my eighth life, I lived a little longer. I always roamed the country, searching for him. It was difficult to remember things, having a memory that spanned over several lives, but I always remembered his eyes. Those eyes were eyes that I could never mistake anywhere.

However, as years went by, I began to lose hope. I couldn't find him anywhere, nowhere at all. I couldn't help but think: was this it? Have I lost him forever? No matter how much I search, no matter where I traveled, I couldn't find him.

I met my end in a road accident before I had the chance to meet him again.

“And this is my ninth life, my last life.” you explained, “and I must admit it is my happiest life yet, because after all this time, I have finally found him again.”

Dick stared at you in confusion, wondering who you were talking about. Then it clicked.

“W-Wait… are you… are you talking about me?” he stammered, his eyes widening in shock.

You placed your hand on his cheek and nodded, tears welling up your eyes. “Yes. All this time, it had been you.”

“But… for all your… I’m not…”

“You are, and you always will be.” you reassured, “I have loved you for centuries, Dick, and I have yet to stop. In all my lives, I had never met the same person twice, all were different, all but you. It was meant to be, I know it.”

“Still…” Dick murmured, “to think you spent all your lives searching for me… how could you even remember me?”

“I could never forget your eyes.” you stated, playing with his hair, “and don't feel bad because I could never find true happiness unless it is with you.”

Dick laughed, a single tear falling from his eyes as he did so. “I don't deserve you, someone you dedicated her entire existence for me.”

“What is meant to be, is meant to be.” you said, stealing a kiss from him, “and like I said, our love is written in the stars.”

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