#sundresses are one of like three good things about the hot months lol

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#sundresses are one of like three good things about the hot months lol #TikTok

[samwilsonsbabymama]

Not Slippery Enough

Pairing: Gray!Bucky Barnes x Black Reader (18+)

Summary: You leave Bucky one night after finding out that you’re pregnant and return to your hometown. After a few months of thinking that Bucky has let you go, he makes an appearance at your neighborhood block party and reminds you that you can never get away from him.

Warnings: forced pregnancy, stalking, maybe a cuss word or two

Word Count: > 1,300

A/N: So this is my first dark/gray full fic and im really nervous about it lol It’s based on this ask that I sent the lovely @sapphirescrolls​ and a big thanks to @mariahthelioness29​ for everything!!!!! (you should check out both of their masterlists! you won’t regret it!)

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You sighed as you laid next to Bucky once again, something you’d promised to never do again. You had sworn that you were done with him, but every time he came around, you forgot your promise.

You glanced at the clock beside you. 

2:07 am

You sighed, if you could just get out of his hold, you’d be able to leave. For good this time.

You held your breath as you gently peeled his fingers from your waist and you paused when he shifted in his sleep. You held your breath and waited for him to settle before you began to move again. 

When you were finally free of his hold, you wasted no time pulling your clothes back on. You silently chastised yourself as you searched for your keys and your stomach dropped when you spotted them on the nightstand next to where Bucky was sleeping. You chewed your lip for a few seconds before you felt yourself moving closer to his side.

Time stood still as you inched closer to the sleeping man and it felt as if fate was on your side when your fingers wrapped around your key.

You glanced back at the clock.

2:11 am

You hesitated for a few seconds and thought about what you were doing. Was this the right thing? Should you wait until the morning and talk to Bucky?

You shook your head, you knew that if you talked to Bucky, he would try to convince you to stay. Part of you knew that what you were doing was wrong, but you would never get another chance like this again. Now was your time to leave.

After one last look at Bucky, you slowly made your way to the front door and out of his life for good.

After leaving Bucky that night, you made your way back to your hometown, a place you hadn’t been for years, and a place you were sure Bucky knew nothing about.

Your friends and family were surprised when you returned, but welcomed you back with open arms. Shortly after arriving, you found yourself back in a familiar routine, and after a few short months, you were able to relax enough to not feel the need to look over your shoulder anymore.

You loved your hometown in the summer, specifically for the block parties. You hadn’t been to a block party in years and you were excited to go to one. With it being hot out, you opted to wear one of your favorite sundresses. Before you left, you gave yourself a quick look in the mirror and walked out the door.

When you arrived at the party, you were in high spirits. You greeted everyone as you made your way to your friends.

“How are you doing?” your childhood friend, Aisha, asked after giving you a hug.

“Amazing,” you replied with a smile on your face. 

“We need to get you something to eat, Y/n,” Kesha said before she stood to go get you a plate.

“I’m good, Kesha,” you protested, but it was already too late, she was already headed towards the food table to fix you a plate.

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until Kesha placed your plate in front of you and your stomach growled. You listened to your two friends gossip as you ate.

“Have you seen him?” Kesha asked, drawing you back into the conversations.

You quirked your eyebrow in question.

“Girl, you haven’t heard?” she responded. “Someone bought the old Hillman’s place a few months ago and he moved in like two weeks ago, and when I tell you that he is fine, believe me.”

You chuckled, “I heard that someone had bought their property, but I didn’t know they had already moved in.” You reached over to grab yourself a drink from the cooler. “What does he look like?”

“Delicious,” Kesha, responded causing everyone to laugh. “Say I’m lying.”

“Nah, you right,” Aisha responded. “Let me tell you, Y/n, when this man came into my parent’s store the other day, I ‘bout fell out. My sister had to ring him up ‘cause I forgot how to speak.”

“Damn,” you chuckled. “You still haven’t told me what he looks like, though.”

“Right, well he…” she began, but she stopped short and her eyes glazed over. “He’s right over there.” 

You turned and followed her gaze and your heart dropped.

“Bucky?” you whispered.

“Damn, you know him?” Kesha asked as the three of you stared at the man.

You watched as he handed the dessert he was carrying to your old babysitter, Mrs. Miller before he bent down to give her a hug. You watched as he flashed her his mega-watt smile as the older woman fussed over him. 

You watched as he play fought with a few of the neighborhood kids and dapped up some of the men. You shook your head and took a few steps back as he made his way through the crowd, stopping to talk to everyone in his path.

From what you heard, he had only been there for a few weeks and he had managed to worm his way into the hearts of everyone in town.

“You good, Y/n?” you heard Kesha ask.

“How did he find me?” you responded. “Shit, I gotta go.” You began to grab your belongings and started making your way back to your car. 

You ignored the buzzing of your phone as you stuck your key in the ignition and turned. Your heart sank when nothing happened. Desperation forced you to try again only to be met with the same result. You banged your fist on your steering wheel and cried out in frustration.

“Fuck,” you whispered and your shoulders shook as you cried. You needed to get away, but how? You had just reached for your phone when you felt your car shift causing you to look where the movement came from.

You followed Bucky’s movements as he walked to your side of the car. Your heart thudded in your chest as he smirked at you through the window. Your hands tensed around the steering wheel when he knocked on the window and you shook your head ‘no’. His smirk bloomed into a smile and he reached for the door handle. Your breathing increased when you heard the metal from the lock snap and you shuddered when Bucky knelt down beside you.

“You’re a slippery one, Y/n,” he said. He placed his hand on your exposed knee and you attempted to move away from him. “But not slippery enough.”

“Bucky, please,” you begged as his grip tightened on your knee.

“You left,” he stated. His blue eyes were zeroed in on you and you shifted in your seat. “Get out of the car.” You shook your head and he sighed. 

Before you could process what was happening, Bucky unbuckled your seatbelt and pulled you out of the car. You exclaimed at the sudden movement and you cowered as Bucky towered over you.

“You left,” he repeated, his voice much deeper than before. “Why?”

You shuddered and closed your eyes as he pressed his body closure to yours. You felt him stiffen, and a split second later, he pulled away from you. Even with your eyes closed, you felt the heat of his gaze as he dragged his eyes down to your stomach.

The seconds dragged on as Bucky stared at you. There was no hiding it anymore. No more hiding from him.

“You’re pregnant.” Your eyes flew open at his statement. The look of elation on his face threw you for a loop. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he rested his large hand on your stomach.

You blinked up at him in confusion.

“Do you know,” he began, “how many nights I spent buried deep inside of you, pumping my cum into you while you were sleeping?” 

Your stomach flipped at his words and you tried to sidestep him but he blocked you in. “You’re not leaving me again.”

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[arch-venus25]

The Head and the Heart, Part 1

Hello everyone,

I am submitting this for @just-the-hiddles‘s The Damnit Jim, I’m A Vampire, Not A Landlord Fic Frenzy. I chose prompt “1....You can pay your rent in money or in blood.” I was inspired by all the prompts and will probably use them throughout the series. Basically I use the prompts as guide-lines.

This is the first time I have written and shared a fic online-- or ever really! It’s also the first time I’ve written anything modern so please let me know what you think! I hope I’m posting this correctly--I created the title art--LOL I’ve never done this before. I’m aiming to update the series each Tuesday. So here we go... 

Series Masterlist: The Head and The Heart

Summary: The twins are taking a night off from their graduate studies-- or at least Tessa is; her twin sister, Antha, is just trying to keep her out of trouble. What starts as a night of good old-fashioned fun and flirting quickly changes as they find themselves at the doorstep of the Hollow House Bed and Breakfast.

Characters: OFCs Antha and Tessa King, original characters/vampires

WARNINGS: 18+ for suggestive themes and violence, cursing, implied drug use, implied rape, stressful/scary situations, vampires, and characters with incredible hair-- you’ve been warned. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: 2770

Part One: Faced with Foolishness

         “Well, you know Tessa, she’s being Tessa,” Antha murmured into her phone as she watched her twin sister cozy up to her flavor of the month; Tessa flipped her box braids off her shoulder, the beaded ends flirtatiously tinkling against every surface they met. As if watching a photo negative version of herself, Antha mourned her nonexistent reputation. Had she not spent years hiding in her books she may have been able to rival her uninhibited doppelganger in white hot-pants.

        “Why do you let her do this to you? It never goes as planned, and next thing you know I’ll be cleaning you two up and feeding you McDonald’s at two thirty in the morning!” She didn’t need facetime to picture Doug wincing through the phone, pushing his Buddy Holly styled Ray-Bans up the bridge of his nose.

        “So what you’re saying is how could I let Tessa do this to you?” She laughed, rolling her Havana twists through her fingers to fight off the June humidity. Talking to her best friend helped her forget just how long she had been holding it in line to the bathroom.

         “Ant, look I don’t like that bar—you want me to come get you?”

         “And leave her? I can’t do that—listen, if we don’t call you for a ride home by midnight just come get us. I’m exhausted and I don’t think she will party that long. Besides, you-know-who just showed up.” She watched as Franco the Flake appeared, wasting no time to linger over her sister—Tessa’s flavor of the month, forgotten within an instant. Antha’s eyes rolled like marbles as she turned away to better hear her friend on the phone; some fraternity boys nearby began fist-pumping into the air as the bartender served up a line of shots for them.

         “Ugh, the Flake… well I can hear things are getting started on your end—I’ll keep my phone on me, just don’t drive. Leave her car and I’ll get you two—there’s maniacs out there especially on Friday night.” He warned.

        “I owe you,” she groaned and hung up. Antha finally arrived in the ladies’ room, only two women away from her sweet release. She watched as the women cornered the mirror like crazed wanton things, bending and zhuzhing, adjusting their “girls” to their perkiest potential through scantily low apparel.

        “Heeeyy…” She quietly greeted the woman that exited the nearest stall. The stranger gave her a haughty elevator eye from head to toe making her feel severely underdressed for a Friday night out. When she threw on a sun dress today, she never anticipated her sister would abduct her after class and have them gallivanting across town. Tessa’s exact words were “Godamnit Ant, tonight we’re gonna have fun if it kills us!” A Cheshire Cat grin spread across her face as she floored the accelerator of her Neon, then cranked up the bass as the radio station started their basement remixes. Fun if it kills us.

        Antha stared at her white sandals, her nail polish was chipped and at least three weeks old. Then she looked to her messenger bag hanging on the back of the door. It was covered in Community College film badges and club stickers, per her friend’s preferences. Antha liked her graffitied messenger bag. Like a billboard, it made her appear she had a life outside of her graduate studies.

        She should have been at home, text books spread on her lap, feet up. She could hear Doug’s old Buick coughing its way up Momma’s drive, then fumbling outside the door, trying to knock with a third of Popov, case of Dogfish Head, and pizza in his arms. Then he would throw everything on the coffee table and announce “I brought Casablanca!” to which she would say “Oh, more white people movies?” and unphased, he would reply “Good god woman, it’s not Birth of a Nation!” Antha smiled, thinking of their weekly ritual of pretending to do research while gossiping long into the night until Zoey and Tessa would drunkenly Uber home. The distinct shamble, like the walking dead, would scrape up the gravel drive signaling their arrival.

        “Hey, you almost done in there?” An annoyed voice yelled over the door, cutting through her reminiscing. Antha could see the reds of the stranger’s eyes between the door crack.

         Instead of lounging on the couch surrounded by good beer and even better friends, Antha found herself being hustled by some Fireball-turned-up twat—all under the guise of having fun. “Yeah, sorry about that.” She replied and flushed. She tightened the belt holding in the billowy fabric of her flowy, mid-thigh, sunflower-printed sundress. It was passed down from her grandmother to her mother and so on. Looking like she walked off the set of a 90’s music video, she admitted that at least she was cooler than the other girls sweating in their skin-tight jeans and heels.

        Some pretty young thing burst through the door past the line and vomited into the trash bin next to Antha while she washed her hands. It was only nine o’clock. That was a bad omen. When she caught her reflection in the mirror, she realized she pouted just like Momma in those sorts of situations. She dampened a paper towel for the poor thing and could hear her mother’s words repeating in her head: “When you’re faced with foolishness—you take care of it.” Her mantra: Take care of it. Antha’s mantra: Do what Momma says. Tessa’s mantra: If it ain’t fun don’t do it.

        Antha applied her vanilla lip gloss as she thought on her mother. She made a promise as Momma was lowered in the ground that they would graduate. It was her dying wish that the twins became modern women with college degrees and to have options; to escape the laboring of farming and perhaps even the rinse and repeat of corporate Delaware. That’s all there was in their state: Farming or banking.

        She tucked her shoulder-length braids behind her ears; she truly missed her dreadlocks, but ever since the time Tessa’s boyfriend mistook her for his girlfriend, she cut them off. She was always the one to compromise. Not tonight she decided. Tonight was going to go her way. They would wrap up this foolishness by midnight.

        Antha sighed and knew it was time to face the havoc of the bar when a chatty patron pawed at her sundress asking if it was “vintage”. She replied, “Well it’s old as hell if that’s what you mean,” and hurried out the ladies’ room into the sweltering cacophony of nightlife.

        Fighting across sticky tile and sweaty rednecks she made a beeline for the bartender. “Mar, can I get two?” She bounced on her tip-toes to cut through the crowd huddled around the length of the tacky wooden bar. Maria motioned to the other side because she couldn’t reach through. Antha continued to fight her way through the herd. She could barely hear over the din of the 2016 campaign commercials and sportscasting when Maria slid two cocktails toward her. The southern comfort and coke cocktails reeked with vanilla syrup, Tessa’s favorite. Antha stared into the melting rail drinks and realized she didn’t know what to order herself because she was always the water-boy for her twin.

        “Hey, did you see what’s-his-face is in town?” Maria interrupted her thoughts.

        “Sure did.” She groused and tilted her head in the general direction of where she saw Tessa and Franco last. Through the bodies, for a moment, the crowd parted and the two stared.

        Stepping back from her esteemed role as the older sister, by barely two minutes, Antha admitted to herself that Tessa always looked good. Her off-the-shoulder top exposed a flawless ebony collarbone, shoulder blades, and arms. As if she was the Queen of Sheba incarnate, her tiny wrists were decorated with gold bangles. Her earrings matched the beads in her hair, reflecting light in her hazel eyes. A waterfall of thick box braids fell down her back and over her shoulders, past the tops of her thighs. Her years of dance complimented the country-chic white cut-offs that revealed just a hint of under cheek when she bent across the billiard table.

        “If I were a man, I’d pray for her to bite my head off quick and painless.” Maria laughed, her ponytail frizzing from the heat of her work; her hands rapidly dipping then shining high ball glasses.

        “But that’s not her style.” Antha replied wryly.

        “You’re both good girls. Now you keep her out of as much trouble as you can—I’ll send Kyle ‘round to your table with beers, just let me catch up here!”

        Maria was right: they were good girls. All of Tessa’s shenanigans aside, she never forgot cake for a birthday and with everyone’s break-ups she always had a bottle of Jack stashed with a shoulder to cry on. Tessa was the one that painted Antha’s nails and always lent her the best outfits when the event called for it. On occasion she was even known to deliver soup when her sister ran a fever.

        Tessa was the heart of the operation and Antha couldn’t begrudge her just because she was the head.

        For better or worse, they were sisters.

        Antha reluctantly clutched the chilled drinks and felt a pang of relief in the sweltering bar. She couldn’t see her sister at the billiard table with the onslaught of shuffling patrons, so she decided to move toward her booth. She narrowly missed being covered in appletini as the DJ scratched in one more summer top ten into his rotation. Before she could move forward a voice pinned her in place.

        “Your sister’s the worst, you know that?” A nice-looking guy glared at her. His teeth gleamed pink in the red bar lights. Antha bet he had a handsome smile on account of those white teeth, but he was not smiling now. She squinted through the hazy dance floor and recognized him as the guy Tessa arrived with before Franco appeared.

         “Hey John, don’t fret, Tessa’s just catching up with an old friend—he comes into town every so often, don’t get upset.” She yelled back at his face as kindly as she could manage over the blare of the oncoming band tuning their instruments. For some reason he didn’t seem to believe her and his chest instinctively puffed up.

        “John? I’m José!” He replied. Antha felt embarrassed for both her sister and herself. She grimaced unintentionally, realizing she had said it all with very few words.

        She tried to defend their position with a weak excuse. “José, I’m bad with names and faces—” but he stormed off before she could piecemeal a string of bullshit. There goes another Mr. Last Month.

        This was having fun. Antha doing damage control on last month’s flame, while Tessa stoked a new one. All of the nice memories of her sister evaporated in the heat of the interaction. She grumbled to herself, as she had grown tired of babysitting, not just Tessa but the men-children she dated. When she finally confirmed her party’s booth, she parted the shadowy sea of basic bitches.

        Tessa was giggling like a school girl when her sister dropped the sweaty glasses onto the ratty old table. Franco at her neck like a leech. I hate this guy, Antha thought to herself. He turned his hot gaze on her, “Hi Antha, didn’t see you there.” His drawl was thick like humidity. She thought about giving her drink to Tessa’s date, but now that she could see he was it, she plopped down and selfishly sipped one of the nasty cocktails without offering the second.

        “Oh hey Brian,” she said playfully, “where’s your camera?”

        “Ant, now you know this is Franco, stop playin’!” Tessa tore her eyes away from him for a split second, but after she threw her daggers she was back ogling him like a dog does a bone.

        “Sorry, it’s hard to keep all these blue-eyed, blond, gentlemen straight.” Antha marginally resisted saying yokel under her breath.

        Tessa had a type. Beyond all logic, light eyes were the buckle in her knee, the hitch in her breath; and Franco was at the top of her list. Antha assumed he was the Porsche in her garage amongst a long list of Ford’s, but she honestly didn’t know the whole story. All she knew was that Franco showed his face sparingly and only after dark. He would disappear for weeks at a time, which earned him the endearment The Flake.

        Now, Antha hadn’t dated enough men in her young life to sort them by color and size, but Tessa had. To her credit, her tastes were diverse, she did her research and knew what she liked. No one blamed her either. With that hair and those legs, Tessa could have anyone she wanted. The great appeal of Franco didn’t add up to Antha though. She found him suspicious. She thought his truck was too loud, his jeans too torn, and his eyes much too heavy.

        Franco made idle conversation, inquiring after the twins’ classes as if he cared. His blond, three-quarter parted hair was glossy under the dim lights. When he pulled his tooth pick from the back of his ear and chewed on it, it made him look like an old-fashioned mobster—well until that Delmar twang spilled out of his hillbilly mouth. There was an allure about him; all of his parts matched, but his smile unglued those pieces. A smile that never quite reached his eyes.

        Antha found herself sizing him up, drinking the disgusting cocktail faster than she wanted. I bet he has plastic zip ties and rope in his truck bed, she thought. She didn’t truly know why the image popped into her mind, it was just a feeling she got when his eyes were on her; made her feel like a snack, as if he would eat her alive right where she sat. No more Unsolved Mysteries for me this week, she insisted to herself.

        “Mmmm-hmmm.” Was the best response she could offer when he spoke to her directly. Tessa continued chatted about her business management courses as he deeply stared at her. Antha figured there was no real room for her in the conversation so she took out her world cultures text and flipped to her last page. She liked hanging out, however her final thesis was demanding all of her energy. The page fell open to vampires in the section of Egyptian mythology. She thought how ironic as her eyes shot up at the man sitting across from her.

        “So, there’s this bonfire by Slaughter Bay, I thought you ladies could come with.” Franco suggested lazily like it was too exclusive to be excited about. “You can shotgun babe and we can put Antha and her friends in back.” He eyed the textbooks growing damp on the table. Antha finished the first SoCo and started the second just to cope with him. “You could call up the girls.”

        “Zoey… Zoey... Zoey!” Tessa dramatically said into her drink and then laughed. Antha couldn’t help but smirk as Tessa explained to him her girlfriend was like Candyman and could be summoned via a pint of beer. The joke was partially lost on Franco.

        Before Tessa could agree to go Antha piped up, a little less shy now that her liquid courage had kicked in. “Sounds awfully romantic, but we can’t.” Before she could continue she was interrupted.

        “Hey girl haaayyyy!” Zoey appeared as if out of thin air and snatched one of the beers sent over by the bartender. “You goin’ nowhere without me—not after I Ubered across town!” Her two rando friends hollering and sloshing their drinks.

        “How the hell do you do that?” Antha insisted, amazed that their friend appeared.

        “Uhhhh, never you mind—we can make bonfire plans later—its ten o’clock, I’m here and Bieber is playing! GET UP!” Zoey declared, the glitter from her eyes dusting every surface.

        “Keep an eye on my friends.” Antha told Franco as she abandoned her books to be dragged to the floor. This was the moment she decided she was getting them all out of there; she didn’t like the sound of a bonfire with him and she certainly wasn’t allowing Tessa to go on her own either. She sent a pre-written text message to Doug: “Get here.” Which was their code for its really going down, I need back up.

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

See You in New York (part three)

A/N: **Since this entire series was born of @something-tofightfor ‘s request for a “real kiss” from Logan, it’s only right that it comes out of hibernation to celebrate her birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHAEL!!!!! This is all your fault, so I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for being an outstanding friend, a wonderful writer, and a terrible influence on my word counts.** This picks up on Saturday morning, Logan’s first full day in New York, and I (naively) intended to get the whole day into one part...you’ll see how laughable that thought was when you get to the end of this. Anyway, enjoy some fun in the sun with everyone’s favorite black hat. 

Word Count: 5,895 (lol again...i’m naive.) 

*parts 1-2 and the intro to this series services no longer required are available on my masterlist*

You’d set an alarm for 7 on Saturday morning, but at 6:30am you lay awake laughing to yourself at the idea that an alarm would be necessary. Despite how exhausted you were when Logan had walked you back to your apartment, you’d tossed and turned most of the night, unable to find sleep for more than a few hours. That never happens. You let out a long sigh, covering your face with your palms and dragging them back over your sleep disheveled hair. Who do you think you are, Logan Delos, turning my world upside down? But the truth was that your world had started shifting weeks ago, back in California. It tilted slightly with every new thing that you learned about him, tipping even more when you found yourself feeling jealous of Raife at the gala, and tumbling haphazardly off it’s axis when Logan’s lips brushed your knuckles and he told you that he wanted to take you out; as he told you that he’d rather have you than any of the shallow models, heiresses or actors that he’d been with in the past. You had always considered yourself a hard nut to crack, unshakable. But Logan had caused a tectonic shift in you and though it was entirely new, it felt right. 

Sitting up, you stretched in the sunlight streaming in through your window and reached over for your phone, turning off your unnecessary alarm and turning notifications back on. Before you could set it back down on your nightstand, a message popped up on the screen, and a grin spread wide on your face when you saw who it was from. 

Hope you slept well, buzzkill. I’m keeping you out late tonight. 

You bit your bottom lip, realizing that he hadn’t been able to sleep in either, and a warm rush swept through your body as you recalled something he’d told you months ago. “When I can’t sleep I work out. Sometimes it makes me tired enough,” he had shrugged then, that signature spark of mischief lighting up his dark eyes, “Other times it just riles me up more.” Blowing out a breath you tried not to imagine his muscles flexing under his body weight as his arms bent for a pushup, or the way that sweat might bead on his forehead before trickling down the side of his face. That’s… I...goddamn it Logan. You shook your head laughing at yourself for thinking that you’d be able to keep those images from your mind, and threw the sheets back to rise from the bed. I need a cold shower and I haven’t even seen him yet. 

Taking your time in the shower, you went over your plans for the day as the water cooled off your fiery thoughts. Logan had told you that while he’d visited Manhattan plenty of times, they’d all been business trips and he’d mostly spent them in meetings and restaurants that required strict dress codes. He’d never really experienced the city, and the fact that you’d be able to give that to him was exciting. Who’d have ever thought that I’d be showing Logan Delos around New York City for the first time? You filled the extra time by pampering yourself, applying a facemask and massaging a leave in conditioner into your hair, which only made you think of his hands running over your smooth skin and tangling in your locks. This is a losing battle, you thought with a smile as you rinsed your face in front of the mirror. There was a glow in your cheeks that had little to do with the creams and everything to do with the man that you were getting ready to meet for breakfast. 

Checking the weather, you saw that it was going to be another hot and sunny day. Perfect. You smiled to yourself as you stepped into your closet and reached for the dress that you’d bought as soon as you had returned to New York, knowing that Logan would be visiting. It was a fitted yellow and white gingham sundress that fell around your knees in a slight bell shape with skinny little straps and a triangular peek-a-boo cutout right beneath the gathered top that showed off the tight skin of your upper abdomen. Running your palms down your hips and over the material, you couldn’t help but wonder what his thumbs would feel like pressing into that little triangle as he wrapped his hands around your body and pulled you closer. You slipped your feet into a pair of navy blue flats and grabbed a white and blue color blocked purse with a long crossbody strap to finish off your outfit, and smiled at yourself in the vertical mirror, pleased with your appearance. Not too shabby. 

With a quick glance at the time, you saw that you still had about a half hour before you had to leave. It was only a six minute walk to the bakery that Logan had asked you to meet him at, and you knew that it wasn’t open yet so getting there early wasn’t an option. Guess I’ll answer some emails. Gathering your skirt so it didn’t wrinkle, you carefully sat down with your phone and combed through your inbox. Almost everything could have waited until you went back to the office on Tuesday, but you answered a few of them anyway, accepting meetings for the coming week and responding to thank you’s from previous clients. But just as you were about to close your email, a new message came through. From Cynthia. Oh. You chewed your bottom lip before chastising yourself for ruining your lip gloss. That’s Logan’s job. Wondering what Cyn could have to say after the very open and honest conversation you’d had with her upon your return from L.A., you nervously opened the email and quickly scanned over it. Hope you’re enjoying your time off, you deserve this break, tell Logan I say hello- but you froze when you reached the next paragraph. 

The move has been finalized. We’ll need you out on the West Coast in two weeks. Your office is already being set up, and we’ve found a few apartments for you to consider- check the attachment. I’ll need your decision by Tuesday so that I can secure the lease. We’ll also need to go over the details for your next assignment. I’m having Jason type up a brief on Juliet Delos so you can head into this with the facts. Remember, this is a personal case, not a company case, so it will be different from most of the assignments you’d worked on in the past- messier, likely, especially with what I’ve been told of her ex-husband. If you haven’t spoken to Logan about it, you probably should. I don’t know all of the ins and outs of his relationship with his former brother in law, but I know that it was far less than friendly and he should know that you’re involved in what’s happening. 

She ended the email by again telling you to enjoy your free time, but the causal conclusion did little to slow the rapid pounding of your heart. So soon. I thought...wow. You knew that the move was in your near future, knew that eventually you’d have to level with Logan about who your new client was and what was involved with the case. But I thought we’d at least have these few days first. You weren’t sure how he would take any of the news. You hoped he’d be glad that you were moving to California, though part of you was worried that he’d find the timing suspicious, that it would seem like you were trying to rush things. He’ll understand, it’s a business move, not my call. What you were really concerned about was how much he knew about the custody case that was about to heat up between his sister and her ex husband over his niece, and how he would feel knowing that you would be going toe to toe with the man who he’d said had nearly derailed his entire life. A shiver ran the length of your spine as you recalled the one and only conversation you’d had about William, the flare of his nostrils and the flash of pain that hardened off to a cool detachment in his eyes, turning them from warm chocolate pools to frigid slabs of black ice. 

“Lots of people hate me,” he’d told you, so nonchalantly it almost made you wince, “but no one’s ever wanted me dead like he does. He’s fucking evil.” 

That was as much as you’d gotten from him, and you knew better than to press the issue. You’d known that the two men had had “an incident” in the park- that was what it was being called at Delos, anyway- though you didn’t know exactly what had happened, only that it wasn’t good and that it put a heavy strain on Logan’s relationships with his family for a while, and that it wasn’t until after the divorce between his sister and William had gone through that those tensions eased. He’s not going to like this. You frowned to yourself, a pit forming in your stomach as you tried to think of how and when you were going to bring it up to him. Not today. You reasoned with yourself that his first full day there should be free of any difficult topics, that he was there to see you and enjoy your time together, and that you shouldn’t interfere with that. 

But that pit deepened as you immediately told yourself that the sooner you let him know about what was going on, the better. Logan was without a doubt the most honest and forthcoming person you’d ever met, unapologetic of himself or the truth, and not one to gloss over a detail or topic simply because it seemed unfavorable. You wanted to give him the courtesy of that same transparency. He deserves that from me. You had tried not to think about it too much, but if in fact you were going to start a meaningful relationship with him, you didn’t want it to be built on shaky ground, didn’t want him to think that you were keeping things from him. You let out a heavy sigh, closing your eyes. Okay. Today. I’ll tell him today. Before you ended the night, you’d find a way to bring it up, and hope that it wouldn’t sour the rest of his visit. An alarm sounded on your phone, snapping you from your thoughts and letting you know that it was time to leave. 

That same shiver ran back up your spine as you stood, though now it was anticipation that was raising goosebumps on your flesh. All thoughts of Cynthia’s email and the looming conversation you’d need to have with Logan vanished as you instead focused on the fact that you’d get to see him in just a few minutes. Don’t get ahead of yourself, don’t think the worst. You blew out a breath to steady yourself and stood from the couch. Reclaiming your purse, you tucked your phone into it, checked your appearance in the small mirror in your entryway, and after brushing your fingers loosely through your hair you grabbed your keys and were out the door before your nerves could get the best of you again. In the elevator, you pulled your phone back out and sent a quick text to let Logan know that you were on your way. Before you’d reached the lobby he’d responded. 

Great. Can’t wait. 

Me either. You smiled to yourself as you exited the elevator, already feeling lighter. With a quick “hello”, you waved to the receptionist at the front desk before stepping through the doors and out into the bright sunlight. You felt a quick chill followed by a slow spreading warmth as your skin absorbed the summer heat, and you were glad that you’d thrown a tube of sunscreen into your bag. Reaching into it, you pulled out your sunglasses, donning them to protect your eyes as you headed off in the direction of the waterfront, and the bakery where you were meeting Logan. The streets were already active, even if it was early on a Saturday, filled with bikers and joggers, dog owners walking their pets and locals heading to pop up farmer’s markets and other summertime festivals and activities that were constantly taking place. 

It was colorful and alive, summertime in the city, and you were glad that Logan was getting to experience it now and not in the colder months. Although its beautiful for the holidays, you mused, but it will be nice to be able to visit and then get back to the sunshine. Trying to look past the immediate implications that your move may or may not have between you and Logan, you let your mind wander to longer stretches of warm months and the new adjustments that you’d enjoy making once you settled in to your new home and office. I’ll still report to Cynthia but I’ll be my own boss. I’ll have people working under me. I’ll- 

But before you could finish your thought, you turned the corner and were met with Logan’s figure, casually sitting on the bench beneath the bakery’s striped awning across the street, phone in hand as he scrolled through emails or news updates. He was dressed more casually than you’d ever seen him. Even in your late night meetings back in L.A., the most relaxed he’d allowed himself to be around you was when he’d remove his jacket, roll up his sleeves or maybe undo a button or two at his collar. But here he was in a pair of navy shorts and a light blue v-neck tee that was just snug enough around his shoulders and chest to stretch the fabric, hinting at the taught muscles beneath it, and a pair of navy slip on canvas shoes with stark white soles. Hair pushed but not slicked back, and dark aviators with golden frames perched on his nose, he looked just as good if not better than he did in a suit. Oh, wow. 

Everything up until now had been about schedules and agendas, itineraries, plans and outcomes. You had to bury your feelings in your work, hiding them under motivational pep talks and professional advice. The most casual exchange you’d been afforded had been the brief pauses in which you’d had lunch or dinner together. You laughed to yourself, recalling the time you’d tried to toss him a fortune cookie and ended up hitting him smack in the center of his forehead instead. It can be like that all the time now, and we can... He looked up just as the walk signal changed, and though you were both wearing dark shades there was no question about the moment that your eyes met behind them, both of your grins igniting in unison. We can… He stood, taking a few steps to meet you at the curb once you’d finished crossing, the sun immediately catching the honey-toned highlights in his hair that weren’t visible at night. What was I saying?   

It didn’t matter, whatever it was was gone as soon as he said your name. “Good mornin’,” he pinched one arm of his glasses between his thumb and forefinger, pulling them away from his face. The sudden brightness made him squint for a second as his eyes adjusted, but he recovered quickly, blinking a few times and looking at you through his lashes. “You look…” His eyes were still on your face, but as he inhaled slowly though his nose he flicked them down over your body. Stepping in to place a hand on your back, he leaned in to brush his lips over your cheek on their way to your ear. “Stunning,” he finished, voice low and sending a shockwave through your blood. He swept his thumb up and down your back once before stepping away, the small gesture only recharging the electricity coursing through you.

You felt the color flood your cheeks but knew that there was nothing you could do about it, especially now, senses assaulted by his touch and warmth, the sound of his voice and… God, he smells good. “Good morning, Logan,” you responded through your smile. “Sleep well?” You were up just as early as I was, Delos.  

He narrowed his eyes, jaw working to the side as he let out a low chuckle. “Not at all,” he hung his glasses in the collar of his tee with a quick wink. “And it’s your fault.” 

You scrunched your nose at him teasingly. “Well, call it even then.” 

He flashed a self-satisfied grin and reached for your hand. “C’mon,” you let him slide his fingers between yours, palms pressed together. “Sounds like we could both use some caffeine in our systems.” You were a bonafide coffee addict, but the combination of sunshine and Logan’s presence had you as wired as a double espresso. 

You entered the small cafe, Logan pulling the door open for you, his hand falling to your back again to guide you in and send another jolt through your veins. His touch remained, light but there, as you took your place in line behind a young woman who was finishing her order. She paid, thanking the barista and moving to the side to wait for her beverage, but not before she did a sideways double take at Logan who either didn’t notice or was actively avoiding the way that she’d gone slack jawed. He’s probably used to that. Before you could even process how you felt about that thought, his hand had curved around your hip, giving you a slight tug to pull you closer to him. The girl smiled sheepishly at you, caught red-handed, and turned politely away to retrieve her drink. Can’t blame her, really. 

Logan’s voice, speaking to the man behind the counter, pulled you back to him, and you realized that he’d ordered for you- an Americano, the drink you’d ordered every day from the cafe at the Delos office that you worked out of- and an assortment of small croissants the two of you could share. He pointed at the case while the man started putting buns and danishes in a white paper bag. “None of those have peanuts in ‘em, right?” He flexed his fingers around your hip bone, gently digging into the linen fabric of your dress as he asked his question. “She's allergic,” he added, tilting his head in your direction. 

You knew that Logan was a very detail oriented person from your time spent working with him, that not much slipped by his notice. But the way he asked the question, eyebrows brought together to illustrate how serious he was about the food allergy that he’d only learned of last night caught you off guard. He really is taking this seriously… he’s trying to show me that. The man assured the two of you that none of the items he selected had nuts of any kind, and  you turned towards Logan, your bodies forming a T shape as you pressed your front against his hip, arms going around his waist as you rose on your toes to kiss the crest of his cheek. “Thanks for checking, Logan,” you said softly, only for him to hear. It was your favorite bakery primarily because you knew that they had a dedicated nut-free kitchen and that you didn’t need to worry about anything that you ordered from there. But Logan didn’t know that, and his concern was charming. 

“‘Course,” he smiled at you as your feet flattened back out and your arms fell to your sides. He dug his hand into his back pocket to pull his wallet out. “Can’t have you passin’ out or swellin’ up or anything,” he joked. 

“That would put a damper on things,” you agreed with a light laugh. Aside from your family members and probably Cynthia, you couldn’t think of a single other person who knew or cared about this little detail in your life. But Logan does. It made you happier than it should, but like the blush he brought to your cheeks, there wasn’t much you could do about it. You watched him pay for your order, a smile creeping up his face in the same involuntary way yours had. He wanted to take me for breakfast so it’s fine, but I’m paying for lunch, no question. You knew that dollar amounts meant practically nothing to him, but you also knew that plenty of people had taken advantage of that and you wanted to make it clear that you weren’t one of them, that his wealth meant as little to you as price tags meant to him. “Do you wanna sit, Logan,” you gestured to the few rustic tables that filled the small space. “Or do you want to take a walk down by the water?” 

The barista passed Logan the bag and two coffees and he handed one to you. He looked around the room, appraising the few tables as more patrons started to trickle in and form a line . “Nah,” he said, securing the lid on his cup. “Let’s head out.” 

You led him the block or two down towards the Hudson and onto the pavers that lined the waterfront walkway, passing the short trip by asking him how his hotel was. He told you that it was perfect, just what he was hoping for, and that the shower was, quote, something else. Well that’s blatant. “I’ll give you the tour later,” he promised, a mischievous spark smoldering in his eye. 

I bet you will. “I’m gonna hold you to that,” you threatened as you reached the railing, turning to walk parallel to the river.

“Good.” He answered firmly before taking a sip of his coffee, eyes on you over the lid of his cup. A warm breeze blew across the rippling surface of the water, swishing through your skirt and sending a wispy tendril of hair across your face. You reached up with your free hand, fingers combing it back in place as you tried to think of anything other than Logan’s shower and what his tour might entail. Change the subject before you melt. You did, somehow, pointing out sculptures and gardens as you continued down the Esplanade.  

You reached a set of benches in a shady outcove, set in a semi circle and facing the waterfront, and you sat down to eat. “So,” Logan asked as he swallowed a mouthful of the flaky croissant he’d just taken a bite of, “Where are we off to today?” You’d told him that you had a whole day planned, but you hadn’t given him any details other than that he should dress for the warm weather and wear shoes that were comfortable to walk in. “I’m not used to being in the dark about my schedule.” 

I know. While you worked with Logan, you’d also worked with his personal assistant, Charlie, who never failed to alert his boss to a change in his agenda, an added meeting, an impending deadline.Or a crumb in his beard. “Don’t you trust me, Logan?” 

He smiled, crumb still stuck between the neatly trimmed hairs that covered his upper lip and jawline. “Almost exclusively, killjoy.” 

“Then,” you reached tentatively towards his face to brush the errant flake of crust away. “Just let me surprise you.” He licked at his lips as you withdrew your fingers, letting out a throaty breath. He likes to be in charge, but he likes that I’m taking charge more. 

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head, and you got the feeling that he’d already been plenty surprised by you- by his interest in you, by the way he was trying to be different with you, by the way that you treated him and by the way it felt to be sitting there, bare knees touching as you sat on a bench just like any of the other hundreds of people populating the park. “Fine,” he leaned in quickly to capture your lips, shifting the balance of surprise from him to you. You could taste the berry filling from his croissant as he kissed you, his tongue gently sweeping along your bottom lip before he pulled away only enough to speak. “But if you’re gonna keep me on my toes, I’m gonna keep you on yours.” When he sat back you felt yourself follow him slightly, almost as though there was an invisible cable tying you to him. 

You certainly are, Delos. “I guess that’s only fair,” you responded, trying to sound nonchalant while your heart pounded and your head spun. 

The two of you finished your breakfast and coffee, tossing the bag and empty cups into a garbage can as you strolled along. Conversation with Logan was astoundingly easy. So easy that you hadn’t noticed when his hand had slipped into yours, or that you’d walked as far as you had. An hour had flown by in a matter of minutes, the two of you laughing and enjoying your morning more comfortably and naturally than you would have thought possible. He’s just… it feels right. But even as you had that thought, you warned yourself against it. Hold your horses, you still have news to share. 

You shook yourself from your thoughts as you pulled your phone from your purse to check the time. You had planned to be on the 10am ferry, and you’d walked farther than you thought you would. You also noticed that the sun was higher in the sky, and because you’d be on the water soon, you figured it was a good time to apply some protection. “Hey, hang on a second,” you tugged on his hand and he followed you to a bench near the railing. Putting your bag down, you pulled the tube of SPF 50 from it and squirted some in your hand before offering it to Logan. “Don’t want to crisp up.” 

He looked at the tube in your hand and then back at you, something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place because you hadn’t seen it there before. Huh? But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, and he reached out to take the sunscreen from you, fingertips brushing your palm as he did. “Good idea,” he smiled, that something in his eyes replaced with a warmth that rivaled the summer sun. You rubbed the lotion into your shoulders and arms as you watched him apply it to his face, and then you did the same. 

“Okay,” you said as you stuck the tube back into your bag. “Ready?” 

“Wait,” he reached out and swiped your cheek with his thumb, rubbing in a bit of excess sunblock, his smile softening and your skin tingling. “Now I’m ready.” He let his touch linger for a few seconds, and it was like time stopped. What did… You could tell something had shifted again between the two of you, but you didn’t know what or why. “Where to?” 

You cleared your throat, catching his hand as it left your face. Don’t dwell. “Follow me,” you laced your fingers through his and turned back in the direction you’d been walking. The conversation picked back up, just as light and easy that it had been before as you led him to the ferry ticket booth, turning on your heel as you fell in line. You held up one finger and set him with a stern gaze, the kind that had originally garnered you the title of “buzzkill”. “This is my treat, Delos, so let me handle this, got it? The rest of the afternoon is on me.” 

Eyes focused on your finger, he smirked. “You’re good at bein’ bossy, you know that?” 

You internally flinched. Is that my segue into the moving-to-california-to be-my-own-boss-and-represent-your-sister-as-her-ex-husband-attempts-to-muddy-her-name conversation? But before you could give it half a second thought more, someone bumped into you from behind and sent you tumbling forward and straight into Logan’s arms, a startled “Oh!” leaving your lips as he held you against himself, helping you back to your own two feet. 

“Woah, you okay?” He looked down at you before snapping his head up to see who had bumped into you, muttering something about assholes looking where they were going. 

You took a breath and looked up at him. “Yeah,” you smoothed your dress out as he released his grip on you. “I’m fine. Thank you.” 

He simply smiled as you turned back in line, his hand resting on your lower back like it had when you waited at the bakery, letting you and everyone around you know that he was there. When it was your turn to purchase tickets, you stepped up to the young man behind the booth and requested two round trip tickets to Liberty Island. 

“Liberty Island?” Logan asked, speaking into your ear and sending shivers down your spine. 

You turned to look up at him over your shoulder. “Mmhmm,” you hummed. “You said you’d never-” 

“Oh if you’ve never seen the view from the top you’re really in for a delight,” the ferry employee interjected himself into the conversation as though you weren’t there, fixing Logan with a playful, flirty smile. Wow. Okay. The girl in the bakery was one thing, she at least seemed embarrassed when she got caught, but this guy is next level. 

Logan ignored his comment, still looking at you. “I’m sure I am.” 

The man extended his hand with the tickets past you, giving them directly to Logan. “Have a nice ride.” 

You tried not to snort at the overt forwardness. “Thanks so much,” you said, accepting your change from him as he continued to eye the man beside you. Shaking your head, you stepped away from the booth, Logan still keeping contact. 

“What?” He asked in a tone that told you he knew what. 

You raised one eyebrow as you faced him. “What?” He chuckled at your repetition of his question. “That guy had no shame, huh?” 

Logan shrugged. “That guy doesn’t matter. You do.” Yeah, that’s the part I’m struggling with. You felt your mouth turn down into an incredulous frown. “You do.” He said again, and the way he said it made you forget about the interaction almost entirely. “So, Statue of Liberty, huh? Givin’ me the real New York experience?” 

“It is my city afterall,” you answered, immediately reminding yourself that it wouldn’t be for long. 

“Excited for that delightful view,” he leaned in close as he spoke. 

“Me too, Logan,” you reached up and combed your fingers through his hair, tracing the top of his ear. It still blew your mind that you were free to be this free, to touch him, to kiss him. Especially when it seemed like everyone on the island of Manhattan was trying their best to make an impression on him. But though they seemed not to see you, Logan couldn’t see them. 

While you tried not to think of how little sense it all made, the gate opened and the line started to move ahead, people boarding the ferry chatting excitedly as they did. You felt Logan’s hand encircle yours from behind you, giving you a small squeeze as you started to walk forward. Crossing the rickety gangplank, you turned right while most of the patrons walked straight ahead to the staircase leading to the top deck. To bow of the boat on the lower level was essentially empty, a few rows of vacant benches and plenty of standing room along the railing as opposed to the now crowded upper deck. “Insider info,” you winked at him. “The top is always full, meaning this,” you spread your free arm across the sparsely populated lower deck, “is always free.” 

“V.I.P. treatment,” Logan nodded appraisingly. “Very nice.” He grinned and broke into a laugh as you joined in. 

“Yup. Only the best for you Mr. Delos.” You teased, gesturing to the chipped paint on the benches, the crumpled city map stuck into the slats of one of the seats, the caution tape closing off one of the doorways back into the covered portion of the boat. Your phone from inside your bag and you reached in to see who it was, laugh dying on your lips as you did. Shit. You recovered quickly and looked up at Logan who was still inspecting his surroundings. “Hey, I’m sorry, I have to take this really quickly. It’s Cynthia and-” 

He held up his hands. “No problem, I understand. Tell Cyn I said hi. I’ll go grab a seat over there.” He cocked his head towards the benches and you nodded, watching him walk away, your phone ringing twice more in your hand before you answered it. 

“Hey Cyn,” you started, but she cut you short. 

“I saw that you read my email.” 

Right to the point. “Uh, yeah, I looked over it. I didn’t look through the attachments yet or-” 

“I’m not calling about the attachments.” 

Yeah, I know what you’re calling about. “I know, Cynthia, and I’m going to tell him today, I just…” You looked over to where Logan was sitting, arm draped over the backrest of his seat, glasses back on his face as he looked out over the water. He looks happy. You sighed. “I don’t know how he’ll take it, you know?” 

“I know. But I know how he’ll take it if you don’t tell him soon, so…” She trailed off but you knew what she was saying. So get to it. “Look. You can’t fault yourself for anything if you’re honest, right? You were honest with me, and that turned out better than you thought, right?” 

You cleared your throat and mumbled, “right.” 

“What?”

Another sigh, but this time with a smile. “Right, Cyn.” 

“I know I am. Now good luck. I’ll see you on Tuesday.”

You ended your conversation, tucking your phone back in your bag and letting out a long breath to steady yourself. Okay. Suddenly, you knew when to bring up your move. Here goes nothing. Walking over to where Logan sat, you slid into the seat next to him, lips curving slightly upwards. “Hey, sorry about that,” you said as his arm left the back of the seat and draped over your shoulder instead, pointer finger tracing the strap of your dress. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, turning to face you and pushing his glasses down his nose so he could see you over the top of them. 

You nodded. “I think so, she just wanted to make sure we were on the same page about something.” 

“And you are?” 

“We are.” You rested your hand lightly on his thigh, surprised that it felt so natural. Maybe I don’t have anything to worry about. 

He smiled. “Good.” His palm curved around the top of your shoulder and he pulled you closer, eliminating any space between you and trailing his fingers down the top of your arm. You felt him press his lips to your temple before looking out over the water again, a content sigh causing his chest to rise and fall slowly. 

I hope I don’t have anything to worry about. 

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Migraine

A/n: WHATS THIS??? NeW CoNteNT??? hey I tried. Be proud of me. Anyways, I found this prompt from @writting.prompt.s on Instagram and immediately thought Jason Todd. So here we are (I’m sure they have a tumblr but I can’t find it at the moment. Maybe I’ll edit it later)

Word count: including the ones you just read, like 3k

Warnings: none it’s just lowkey kinda shitty lol is weak plotline a warning? No? Maybe knives, but that’s it

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Genre: badass fluff I guess

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You, a telepath, are getting the worst migraines from someone internally screaming next door.

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Usually you could tune it out. You almost never heard anyone unless you wanted to. But this idiot, this inconsiderate little shit, had been screaming for nearly three days straight. Not out loud, mind you. Internal screaming. Being telepathic, you had no choice but to listen in on his constant screams. (You could tell it was a he because occasionally he would drop out of his screaming to yell-rant about his father, Bruce. Bruce sounded like a little shit too.)

Today was day three of the scream fest. You’d tried to block it out with music or watching tv, but the only reprieve you’d gotten so far was when you went to the store yesterday. Unfortunately, right now you worked from home. Meaning there was no break. He just. Kept. Screaming.

You rolled your eyes and slammed your laptop shut as he burst into another round of screams, this time about his brother. You groaned, stood up, and made a beeline for the door, ready to go complain to the landlord. The only thing that stopped you was the realization that you couldn’t complain about another resident screaming if, well, he actually wasn’t. Internal screaming wouldn’t get him in trouble, but it would probably get you thrown into some madhouse faster than you can say ‘Gotham.’

You groaned loudly as you shuffled toward your small kitchen, ready to make some coffee, put in some earplugs (which were more or less inefficient, but hey, placebo effect, right?) and try to work some more. You grimaced as he went from screaming to scream-talking. You already had a splitting headache, and it was about to become a migraine.

You got the water ready before suddenly realizing you’d forgotten to buy coffee yesterday at the store.

“Thank the freaking Batman,” you mumbled, heading for your room so you could get ready to go out. If you had to get coffee (aka get a break from Mr. Scream-a-Lot) you were also gonna find yourself a slightly-less dangerous park and hangout for a few...hours, maybe.

It was warm today. Not ‘big-city-humid’ warm, the nice kind that let you enjoy the day. Humming to yourself, mostly to keep your neighbors screams out of your head, you picked out a sundress, some flats, and your leather jacket. It made a good hiding place for your mace, which you always kept with you when you went out. Finally, you slid your garter up your leg, under your dress, and clipped your switchblade to it.

Hey, a girls gotta have protection.

Once you were dressed, you did your hair and a little makeup, excited at the prospect of getting out of your apartment for a while.

You grabbed enough money for coffee and stuck it in your inside jacket pocket before heading out.

‘Bye bye, Mr Screaming Man,’ you thought snarkily, locking your apartment behind your and bounding down the stairs of your building.

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You’d managed to stay out of the house for almost three hours. Your telepathy was extra helpful in Gotham. If you payed attention, you knew exactly who to avoid and which streets were safe to walk. It made for a nice day out, and your headache was almost gone by the time you got back to your building. Regardless of special powers, Gotham was dangerous at night, and the daylight was starting to fade.

Your steps got slower the closer you got to your apartment. You did not want to deal with this guy again. You should charge him a therapy fee for listening to his rants and screams. The thought made you chuckle.

You punched it the number for your building and waited to get buzzed in before heading up the stairs to your floor.

Turning the corner, you collided with a human wall, sending you flying backwards.

“Woah!”

A hand wrapped itself around your wrist, stopping you before you could hit the floor. You looked up to see a very attractive, very tall boy. Black hair with a white strip, and eyes like sea glass.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized quickly, helping you back up. “I’m usually more aware of my surroundings.”

You couldn’t place his voice, but he sounded familiar.

“It’s fine, really.” You fixed your dress, noticing it had ridden up and exposed part of your garter. You prayed he hadn’t seen it and been freaked out, quickly trying to distract him with questions.

“You’re my neighbor, right? You seem familiar.” You tried not to make a big deal about the fact that he was still holding your wrist, but your eyes flicked back and forth between your hands and his face.

“Yeah, my names Jason. I moved in a few months ago.” He seemed to finally notice his hand on yours and quickly pulled back. You couldn’t help but listen in on his thoughts.

‘Don’t be and idiot, Todd. Why’d you keep your hand on her? She probably thinks you’re creepy now. And she’s cute. And hot. Dammit, idiot.’

You pulled out of his head before you started laughing. At least you knew he thought you were cute.

“Well, Jason, it was nice, if not unconventional, meeting you. I’ll see you around,” You flashed him a smile and stepped around him, heading toward your door.

“Hey, wait!” He called after you. You turned back to see him awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

‘Wait...what was I gonna say? Oh, yeah, ask her on a date! Wait, no, I can’t do that she’ll say no-‘

“Jason, do you wanna go get coffee sometime? Like a date?” You watched in mild amusement as his cheeks turned a light pink color. He crossed and uncrossed his arms twice before answering.

“I mean..- yeah! Yes. Yeah, I’d love to!”

‘Come on, Todd, where’s your confidence? A pretty girl asks you out and you can’t even answer her!’

“Great!” You smiled as though you hadn’t just heard him beat himself up internally. “Meet me out here tomorrow at ten. Try not to run into me,” you teased, turning back toward your door and unlocking it.

“Yeah, um, no I- I won’t.” He awkwardly replied, face an even deeper shade of pink.

“See ya then, cute neighbor.” You called, seeing him a flirty wink before stepping into your house and shutting the door. You stood behind it, listening in on his thoughts for a moment.

‘What the hell just happened? What- what just...wow, I need some caffeine....’

You laughed quietly, heading toward your kitchen to make yourself some coffee. Something about his voice sounds so familiar, but you cant quite place it.

——Jason’s POV—-

I’ll be the first to admit I was angry. Bruce was giving me more missions and longer hours than I wanted, and I’ve spent the last three days staying home and being pissed about it. So when I went to make lunch today I realized I have no groceries. At all. I have half a redbull and a jar of mayonnaise in my fridge. Not ideal for, ya know, actually sustaining yourself. I meant to go to the store, but I ended up crashing on the couch and waking up around four. After a very necessary shower and a change of clothes, I was ready to go find something adult-like to eat.

I tugged on my boots, grabbed my phone and jacket, and headed out. I didn’t make it far before my phone chimed. Bruce. I rolled my eyes and pulled it out of my pocket.

‘You’ve got tonight off until 3 am.’

I groaned, shoved my phone back into my pocket, and turned on my heel.

Oops. Bad idea.

I turned straight into someone. She started to fall backwards, and I instinctively shot my hand out to grab her wrist before she hit the floor.

“Woah!”

‘Shit.’ Her half falling position made her skirt ride up, revealing some kind of garter with a knife clipped onto it. Damn, that was hot.

I pulled her back to her feet, studying her in what I hoped was a casual way. She had e/c eyes and h/l h/c hair. She was pretty. Like, really pretty.

“Sorry about that. I’m usually more aware of my surroundings.”

“It’s fine, really,” she said. She pulled down the skirt of her dress to cover her knife. The silvery sound of her voice distracted me, and I almost didn’t hear her next question.

“You’re my neighbor, right? You seem familiar.” She cocked her head to the side, which I found adorable.

“Yeah, my names Jason. I moved in a few months ago.” Looking down, I realized I hadn’t let go of her hand yet, and quickly did so.

‘Don’t be an idiot, Todd,’ I mentally scolded myself. ‘Why’d you keep your hand on her? She probably thinks your creepy now. And she’s cute. And hot. Dammit, idiot.’

She smiled warmly. “Well, Jason, it was nice, if not unconventional, meeting you. I’ll see you around.” She flashed me another smile and I swore I was gonna melt as she walked away.

Before I knew what I was doing, I’d turned around and called after her.

‘Wait...what was I gonna say?’ My hand went to the back of my neck (nervous habit). ‘Oh, yeah! Ask her on a date! Wait, no, I can’t do that she’ll say no-‘

My internal argument was cut off by her soft voice.

“Jason, do you wanna go get coffee sometime? Like a date?” She asked. I could almost swear she was reading my mind. I felt my face heating up and crossed my arms.

I stuttered out my answer for a moment before getting out what I think was a ‘yes’.

‘Come on, Todd.’ I scolded myself. ‘Where’s your confidence? A pretty girl asks you out and you can’t even answer her!’

“Great!” She smiled. “Meet me out here tomorrow at ten. Try not to run into me.” It took me a moment to realize she was flirting, and I stuttered out what I’m sure was a very embarrassing answer as I felt my face get warmer.

“See ya then, cute neighbor.” She sent me a flirty wink before stepping inside and closing her door.

‘What the hell just happened? What- what just...wow, I need some caffeine.’ I took a step toward my door before remembering I had no food inside. ‘My hot neighbor just asked me out...on a date...wow...’ I shook my head, heading down the stairs and out of the building towards the store.

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~~ Your POV~~

By the time ten o’clock rolled around the next day, you were ready for your date. You’d done your hair extra nice, fixed your makeup, and even painted your nails. You’d put on a strappy black tank top, high waisted black and white striped shorts, and heeled sandals. You tossed on your leather jacket, finding a hiding place for your switchblade in the pocket, along with your wallet and phone.

You were about to head out to find Jason when you heard a knock on the door.

‘Speak of the devil,’ you thought, walking to the door. You opened it to reveal Jason, standing on your doorstep with a red rose in his hands.

‘Woah,’ you heard going through his head, along with a jumble of other thoughts you couldn’t pull apart.

A blush rose to your cheeks at the unspoken compliment as you took in his appearance.

‘Wow. He looks good.’

“Hi. Is that for me?” You gestured to the rose. He nodded, offering it to you. You took it, gently holding it up and smelling it. It smelled sweet and slightly like what you assumed was his cologne.

“You look..amazing,” he breathed out, his eyes raking up and down your body.

You offered him a smile. “Thanks, handsome. You look great as well. Let me get some water for this and we’ll go?”

He nodded, and you quickly filled a tall glass with water for the rose, leaving it behind and joining Jason outside.

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Coffee went great. You walked around the park afterwards and talked for nearly an hour. You found a donut shop, and got donuts together, then continued on your walk. Around halfway through your date, you’d listened in on his thoughts enough and realized that he was your neighbor that would not stop screaming. Lovely. At least he was cute.

It was one twenty or so when he asked you to go back to his place to watch a movie. He didn’t have any other motives in his mind than to spend time with you, so you agreed.

Sometime during your date, you’d started holding hands. On the way back to your building, you were holding his hand and walking on the inside of the sidewalk, closer to the alleyways and buildings. You were in an...interesting...part of town, so you tried to keep your mind stretched out to keep you both safe (not that Jason probably couldn’t, the guy was built like Superman,) but you wanted to be cautious. However, the smooth, rich sound of Jason’s voice telling you about his little brothers was keeping you more or less distracted.

You registered a vaguely dangerous thought coming from an alleyway about two feet ahead of you. You instinctively grabbed your switchblade, flicking it open and pointing it into the alley just as you stepped around the corner. There was a man standing behind the corner, holding a much smaller knife, with an expression of shock on his face. He dropped his knife in surprise. The whole thing happened in a matter of seconds, before Jason had time to react. You ignored the fact that his jaw was basically on the floor (and the onslaught of surprised comments and curse words floating around in his head) and addressed the man in front of you.

“I hope we’ve learnt a valuable lesson about not mugging people in weird alleys.” You raised a brow at him, giving him your best ‘disappointed mom’ face. He nodded hastily before backing away and running down the alley.

You casually flipped your blade closed, bent down, and collected the would-be muggers knife from the ground.

“Here,” you offered it to Jason, who had finally managed to close his mouth (kinda) and was now staring at you in awe.

“How did you know he was there?” He questioned, his expression shifting to confusion.

“I just knew. Did you want this or am I keeping it?” You offered the knife again, but he pushed it aside, releasing his hand from yours. He placed both his hands on your shoulders and turned you to face him. His eyes searched yours as his thoughts became loud enough to hear.

‘Okay that was kinda hot. But how did she know he was there? I didn’t even know he was there and I- no. Maybe she planned it? But why would she plan something like that?’

“Jason,” You said firmly, holding his face in your hands and forcing his thoughts to quiet. “I didn’t plan it.” His eyes widened. “I knew he was there because I’m telepathic. I heard his thoughts.”

He pulled away from you, stepping back. You tried to read his thoughts but realized that he somehow knew how to block them, and was doing so now.

“Please don’t be mad,” you said quietly. Telling him was a huge gamble. There was a fifty percent chance he’d freak out and have you hauled off to Arkham, and a fifty percent change he’d be fine with it. You were seriously hoping the result was the latter.

“Mad? Are you kidding me?”

You braced yourself for him to freak out, already planning which way to run in your head.

“This is so cool!”

Every scared thought you had flew out the window.

“Are you serious?” You quirked a brow, propping a hand on your hip as you studied him.

“Um, hell yes! Wow, that’s so badass! You definitely have to meet my dad.”

You had no idea what his dad had to do with anything, but you went along with it, relieved he didn’t freak out, and actually seemed to think it was a cool thing.

“So you’re not gonna flip out and have me hauled off to Arkham?” You clarified. He stepped toward you, hands going to your hips as he pulled you in and pressed his lips to yours. Your body relaxed as your arms wrapped around his neck, but he quickly pulled away.

“Shit, sorry, I should have asked.” The distressed look on his face made you laugh.

“C’mere Todd.” You chuckled, pulling him back in to you and kissing him. He relaxed against you and kissed you back.

He pulled away with a mischievous smile.

“Does this mean I get a second date?” He asked, smirking.

“Only if you ask this time,” you teased, hands playing with the lapels of his leather jacket.

He gasped dramatically, pulling you closer to him. “That was a low blow, sweetheart.” You pressed a quick kiss to his mouth.

“I’ll make it up to you. But only if you make it up to me first.”

He cocked his head to the side. “For what?”

You laughed. “Honey, I don’t know if you’ve realized this, but you’ve been screaming internally for about three days straight.”

“Woah. You must have the worst migraine ever.” His face blanked. “Shit. I didn’t accidentally tell you I was the Redhood did I?”

“Tell me you were what?!”

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Life After the Selection

14.Feb

“Morning, my la- I mean, Theia.”

I look up to see Sydney and Adelaide caught in a half bow and I giggle.

“Morning, Syd. Morning, Ade” I greet. When I left the Palace, my maids and I have become great friends and they even joked about coming to help me with my family’s farm. I said I would hire them after I helped my family expand the farm. And in these few months, I did succeed in helping expand my family’s farm by using the money I earn and the fame I got. A month ago, I wrote to the three of them to tell them about the news and asking them to come and help. Sydney and Ade agreed instantly while Mel declined. Sydney, always the wilder one, feels working in our farm will give her more freedom. Ade thinks since the selection is over, the chances of her being a lady’s maid is slim and so why not try something new? Mel, on the other hand, prefers making dresses and a birdy told me she’s really close with a guard.

A guard.

I sigh as I shake that thought away. As the three of us walk downstairs, I see Lucas giving Ade a smile while Sydney growls at Matt, my brother. Lucas and Adelaide will be a great match, Ade is quiet and sweet while Lucas is smart and nice. Sydney and Matt, though, will be a hilarious pair, both hot-headed and not afraid to tell everyone what they feel. I smile at all of them and we sit down and have breakfast.

After breakfast, all of them go out to farm except for my parents, Matt and I. I don’t need to help out with the farm now as we’ve hired more helpers, but I did reserve a piece of small land of potatoes for myself, near the trees. I can’t go out today though as I’m having a photoshoot a few days later and am specifically told ‘not to get tan’.

I am a writer now though because of being part of the selection, I still get invited to do photo shoots or commercials. I usually accept them as they come with good money and I’ve always enjoyed them.

“I’ll be in my room!” I call to my parents as I go back to my room to work on the book I’m writing. I like writing fiction, more specifically, teen fiction. I haven’t published any actual book but I’ve released a few short stories online and they’ve been a great hit.

One of the most powerful thing in the world. Something that everyone needs and wants, something so precious that even money cannot buy it. Love is just a word, but sometimes, it’s more than a word, it’s a feeling of affection, a promise that the person will always be there for you. But promises are meant to be broken. And love? It saves you, yet at times, it kills you.

It almost killed me.

I stare at the piece of paper, why-

“THEIA!” Matt yells, I sigh and open the door.

“What?”

“There’s a boy at the door for you.” He says. I sigh. Since I’ve been back home, I’ve gotten boys at the door for me. I accepted the first boy who looked nice and cute. It didn’t work out. I accepted one or two more guys afterwards but none of them worked out and I just gave up.

Because none of them was Theo.

And none of them made me feel what I feel when I'm with Theo.

None of them was Theo Hart.

He said he’d be here in January and it’s now February and I’ve given up.

“Tell him I’m not interested.” I say.

“I did. Told him you’re not looking for a boyfriend right now. But he insisted.” He replies. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.

“How do I look?” I ask.

“You’re in your pyjamas.” He deadpans. I giggle and push him out of my room and quickly change into the nearest piece of clothing I can get my hands on - a simple sundress. I open the door and follow Matt down.

“Just say no and I can do the rest.” He says seriously, ever the over-protective brother.

“I know. I wi-” The words die down as we reach the front door.

“Thei-” Matt begins but his words are drowned as I run to the boy and hug him.

“Theo.” I breathe as we pull away.

“Am I too late?” He asks worriedly.

“A bit. But that’s okay.” I whisper. He smiles and pulls me in for a kiss.

“Okay. That’s enough. I’m leaving.” I hear Matt say. I giggle and pull away.

“Took you long enough.” I say as I pull away to take a good look at him. He hasn't changed in the past few months except now he's wearing casual clothes instead of uniform.

“I'm sorry.” He whispers. “I didn't know should I come… I read all those news about you and Connor Kels and I…”

I sigh at that memory. Connor was the third guy I dated. He was an A-list celebrity and we met during a photo shoot. But I soon realized he was more into my body and fame instead of me. And the media sucked up on that. They followed us on our first date and took tons of pics and the next day most of the gossip magazines had similar headlines. We broke up a week after that when I refused to um have sex with him.

“We lasted an unhappy week.” I answer, rolling my eyes. “I'm glad you decided to come.”

“I'm glad too.”

“Come on, let's go somewhere else where my family can't eavesdrop on us.” I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. I hear a groan, some scolding and muttering. I laugh and lead Theo to a gazebo.

“So what are you doing now that you’re not a guard?” I ask, sitting down and gesturing him to do so as well.

“Well, for the past few weeks, I’m mostly meeting my family and old friends and you know, trying to spend more time with them to make up the lost time.” He replies, wrapping an arm around my waist. “But I might consider being an athlete? But I don’t know. For now, I guess I’m just resting a bit, and maybe be a part-time model.”

“Model, eh?” I tease. “Have you gotten any jobs yet?”

“No, I haven’t. Not really.” He replies. “But one of my friends is an agent and when we were talking about careers for me, he said I should considering modelling.” He pauses and turns to me. “Said I had the looks and the body.” He finishes with a wink. I roll my eyes at him.

“So, you’ve mostly got your life the way you want, haven’t you?” I say with a smile.

“Not all… There’s a part that hasn’t been confirmed yet.”

“What part?” I ask with a frown.

“Well, there is this girl… We’ve kissed, but we never made anything official yet.”

“Yeah? So what are you going to do about her?”

“What do you think? Should I ask to be her boyfriend?”

“Um… it depends on how you feel about her.” I say carefully.

“Well, I love her and I’m pretty sure she likes me.”

What.

“What?” I whisper, peering at him through my eyelashes.

“I love you, Theia Huntley. Will you- will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, sincerity in his eyes.

“Yes.” I laugh. “Yes yes yes!” His face breaks into a huge smile and he hugs me tightly before kissing me again and again.

“By the way, happy Valentine’s day.” He whispers as we pull away to breathe.

“Oh, Theo. Haha. Happy Valentine’s day.” I laugh. He smiles and then proceeds to pull something out of his pocket.

“A small box of chocolates for my girlfriend.” He says, holding them out to me. I giggle, thank and hug him.

“I love you too, Theo Hart.” I whisper as we pull away.

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