Description: He loved you right but who knows how you’ll end up tonight? Sabrina does.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
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Saying you liked Sabrina carpenter was an understatement, you absolutely adored her. You listened to everyday on your commute to work or when you were baking in the kitchen. In turn this meant your loving boyfriend was forced to listen to her on repeat. Pop wasn’t exactly his favorite genre but for you he would listen to anything if it meant he got to watch you dance around the house in just your underwear and a baggy shirt.
Jason was a charmer, he was always bringing you small gifts even if they were only a simple bouquet or a coffee from your favorite shop, so when you opened your apartment door and he was there holding a colorful array of flowers you weren’t expecting anything crazy. You smiled up at him with a small “oh Jason you’re so sweet” as you took the flowers in your hand. You noticed that there were two cards standing out within the petals. You picked them out carefully unfolding the paper. Your jaw drop as you read the words, “OH MY GOD JASON! OH MY GOD” you shrinked with excitement while jumping up and down. You set the flowers down and threw your arms around him, the front row tickets to Sabrina’s concert gripped tightly in your hands. He played it off cool like he wasn’t excited but secretly he was.
You walked out of your bathroom, makeup finally done, with little to nothing on. You were basically in lingerie only white tights covered your legs and you made sure no one could see too much. Jason’s jaw basically dropped, he thought of saying something like go change but held back. Deep down he wanted people to stare at you, you were his and they could only look. He grabbed your hips and pulled you in his body suddenly full of need. You let him bring you in close and kiss up your neck, “Jason” you laughed out breathless, “we’re gonna be late”. He laughed but pulled away with a smirk, “fine, but after you’re all mine”. Just then an idea popped into your head you knew he would like, “why don’t we try out tonight’s Juno pose” you suggest tilting you head flirtatiously. All he did was smirk before dragging you out the door.
Now you were well into the concert, you had put Jason on strict video duty so you could sing and dance ro your hearts desire. Speaking of your heart, it started to beat a little faster as she started the intro to Juno. Jason snuck a hand around your waist and pulled you tighter as Sabrina danced around on stage before running up to the platform, two men following close behind her. Your eyes widened as she got on her knees and the two men towered over her. While in shock you heard Jason let out a low laugh behind you, “guess we should call Roy”.
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A/N: oh wow three post in one night, I must be a master writer. I wish.
Description: the red hood creeps up on you after work inviting you out for a heartfelt dinner together.
Warning: talk about messy families
Pairing: Red Hood x Reader
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You had finished up your sessions for the night and your boss had let you go home early, which was a delight. You had decide you were going to take the scenic route back to your apartment going through Gotham Park. Going this way always helped you clear your head after a stressful day. You had been in Gotham for almost two weeks now, you were settling in just fine. You made some friends at work including a tall, dark and mysterious vigilante you spent your smoke breaks with and some pretty kind neighbors. You smiled to yourself as you walked down the street towards the park.
“What are you smiling about” a familiar voice echos from an alley way next to you. You jump at the sound and slipped on the icy sidewalk. As you fall backwards a muscular arm is quick to catch you.
“Red!” You exclaimed angrily, “don’t sneak up on me like that”. You steadied yourself with his help.
He chuckled that deep chuckle that you loved. “Sorry sorry” he apologized, “what are you up to?” He asked once you were back on your feet.
“Im on my way home, I got off early tonight” you say still annoyed with him, “shouldn’t you be on patrol or something?” You ask with heavy attitude.
“Just got off” he says as he starts walking, you have to hurry to catch up, “you hungry?” He asks trying to play it cool.
Your cheeks heat at the thought of having dinner with him, “I could eat” you say, butterflies in your stomach.
He smiles and crosses the street quickly, “great, I know a good place close by”. You didn’t know if this was a good idea, you didn’t know anything about him, not even his name but you decided to take the risk and go with him.
He leads you into Gotham park and finally to a group of food trucks. There are a lot of people around but most only give a short glance to the vigilante casually getting a bite to eat. As you get in line to order you admire all the stickers on the truck, there seems to be a sticker from every city in the nearby area. A smile crosses your face as you think about how many different people have enjoyed this food.
The red hood removes his helmet, revealing his handsome features covered by a domino mask. You blush lightly and try not to stare. “My brother use to take me here all the time, they have the best food in Gotham” he says with a sour-sweet smile on his face. You admire the distant look in his eyes, desperate to know why.
“ I didn’t know you had a brother” you say quietly hoping for him to open up.
“I have quite a few siblings, they’re all handfuls and get on my nerves but they’re family” he says looking down at you, “how about you?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and a light eager look in his eyes.
You hesitate, you never talk about your family. Rarely to your close friends so definitely not to someone who’s practically a stranger, it was to much of a messy topic for you. You struggle to find the right words and luckily for you it’s time to order food. The two of you grab your fresh dinner and find somewhere quiet to sit.
There is silence between you and him, you squirm in it unsure if it is a pleasant comfortable silence or an awkward one. “I have brothers” you say quietly, “and someone who’s like a sister to me” you add not daring to look at him.
You can feel his soft smile with out having to see it, “are you guys close?” He asks
Your body tightens at the question, you debate how to answer it. “Not as close as we use to be” you explain with a sigh.
“Do they live close? Is that why you moved here?” He seems to be so eager to know more about you and it catches you off guard.
“No they don’t my dad would never let that happen. I know my younger brother lives in metropolis with him, but I’m not sure where the others are now a days” you admit sourly. A feeling of sadness creeps up your spin. You shudder and force yourself to take another bite of food. “I wish they lived close, I wish I knew them better” you say more to yourself than to him.
You look up at him and you can see a look of understanding in his eyes, like he knows exactly how you feel. “I basically live with my brothers and I still feel like I’m not close enough with them” he pauses and his lips knit together, “I just feel like I’m to much of an outsider to have a good relationship with them”
You look at him with appreciation, you like that he’s opening up to you like this. It makes you feel good like he trusts you. “We’re not so different then” you say finishing your food.
He nods his head, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this, I just feel like I can talk to you” he looks into your eyes with such emotion it makes your heart skip a beat.
You let out a small laugh, “I tend to have that effect on people, it’s why I’m so good at my job” you smile up at him and you can feel the mood lighten. You were only joking but it did feel different listening to him talk. He didn’t feel like a patient, he felt more like a friend. “I don’t open up to my patients like I do to you though, thank you” you tell him while standing.
His cheeks heat but the blush does not form on his cheeks, so you don’t realize his sign of weakness. He likes the way you make him feel, and he wants to make you feel the same way. He wants to make you feel important and seen. He walks you back home to your apartment and on the way there you two continue to talk about your lives. You share stories about unique patients and he tells you about crazy missions he’s been on. Regretfully you two have to part ways, but you know you’ll see him again very soon.
A/N: I’ve pre written all of these so they’re coming out back to back to back. I hope y’all like these better than the old one
Description: you finally get to move into your new apartment complex and decide to do a load of laundry after unpacking. While roaming around you run into your very handsome neighbor twice.
Warnings: none really
Paring: Jason Todd x Reader
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You had finished your first shift at Arkham Asylum around 6pm, which meant you had been there for twelve long hours. You wished you could just go to your new apartment and sleep forever but you couldn’t. You hailed a cab to take you to your new place. On the way there your sweet old landlady send you a warm welcome text telling you how to get into the building. You had never met Mrs Whelms but you knew she was going to be a kind landlady already. The city flew by as you watch out of the tinted window, it seemed gloomier than you remembered. It had been years since you’ve been to Gotham. Being raised in metropolis was very different from here, but you had friends who grew up in the city and they were happy people, most of them at least. You hadn’t seen these friends since you guys were young teenagers and of course they were all too busy to help you move in. So you were all on your own the first day in this big city.
When you finally reach your building it’s just as dreary as the city. You thanked the driver and made your way up to the top floor. All your stuff had been shipped before hand so it wouldn’t be such a hassle moving in. When you got to the top floor it was a slim hallway with five doors. Two on each wall and one at the end of the hallway. Your shoes creaked on the old wooden floor as you walked up to door 204. The key slipped into the lock and you began to turn. You got half way there but it wouldn’t budge. You rattled with it for a few minutes until a tall, dark haired man walked past you. He watched you struggle for a few moments and then walked over. “Do you need help?” He questioned.
Embarrassment filled your body when you jumped at the sound of his deep voice. Was this actually happening you thought, this has to be the worse first impression as a neighbor. “Oh, the lock isn’t working I think” you squeaked out. He smiles and walked over to you, taking the keys out of your hand. Carefully examining them for a moment and then walking over to the door to the right, sticking the keys in and unlocking it.
“Your apartment 206 not 204” he laughed and something clicked in your mind. His laugh sounded so familiar. But you didn’t dwell on this because you were so embarrassed, you thought about moving out right then. “Cranky, old, Mr. Scott lives in 204, you’re lucky he’s not home or you’d hear an earful about messing with his property” he added as You slowly walked over to him. You thanked him without looking him in the eyes. He laughed making the color in your face deepen, “you’re a funny girl” he said as he handed you the keys. “I live right across from you” he pointed to the door on the other side of the hallway, “Names Jason” he held out his hand waiting for you to shake it.
You shook his hand finally looking him in the eyes, you gave him your name and thanked him again. He took your breath away, he was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. “Honest mistake, I’m sure you’ve had a stressful day” he said like he knew what you had gone through today, he winked down at you before turning to go to his apartment, “I’ll probably see you around. It was a pleasure meeting you neighbor” he then disappeared into his home.
You were relatively settled in, most of the boxes that scattered the floor this morning were unpacked and put away. Some old clothes that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wash before you left were sitting in a bag by the door. The apartment was nice and very spacious but it lacked a washing machine. Lucky for you there was a laundry mat on the first floor. Wanting to be productive you grabbed the bag and headed down stairs.
It was a decently nice laundry mat, new machines plus it was all free. You started a load, set a timer and went back up stairs to finish unpacking. You didn’t own a lot of stuff since black-gate had assigned furnished housing. You wanted to stay in Gotham and in this nice apartment for a good amount of time. Your first day at Arkham had went good, well better than you thought it would. This was a new chapter in your life, a better one. No one knew you in this city, this was your fresh start.
Your timer went off after about thirty minutes. When you got back down stairs there was still a little time before you needed to switch loads so you waited. Pulling out a book and sitting on the machine trying to relax. The washer slowed to a stop, meaning it was finally time to switch. Quickly you swapped them and reset your timer. You were planning on going back up stairs and making something to eat when your handsome neighbor walked through the door with an empty laundry basket on his hip. You both looked caught by surprise but he looked happy about it while you were mortified.
“Well hey there neighbor” he greeted you with a smirk, “look at you already doing laundry”. He set down his laundry basket and started unloading a dryer full of his clothes.
“I like to be on-top of my chores” you admit carefully watching him and debating whether or not to sneak away. His pile of clothes grew as he piled them onto the counter. “You have quite a mountain of clothes there” you teased.
He looked embarrassed as he answered, “I put off laundry day, it’s not my favorite thing to do”. He rubbed the back of his head as he looked at the big pile of clothes.
You laughed softly, “do you need some help concurring this monster of a pile?” You asked and immediately regretted because it was the dorkiest thing you could have said.
“I wouldn’t want to bother you, I’m sure you’re busy with unpacking and everything” he said shyly as he started to fold some of his clothes.
“Oh no I’m already unpacked” you said nonchalantly, he nods his head and moves over so there’s room next to him for you. You take that as a yes and start to help him. You enjoyed folding clothes so it wasn’t too much of a bother.
“So….” He said trying to break the awkward silence, “how are you liking Gotham?”.
You let out a breathy laugh, “it’s different then I remember but that’s not bad” you say with a forced smile.
“You say that like you’re trying to convince yourself” he looks at you with a warm face, a comforting, kind face, something you’re not use to.
You let out a sigh and your whole body shifts, relaxes. “I don’t know” you start, “I like it here so far, and it’s only been one day, but it just feels so strange or so unfamiliar I guess”. Tears prick your eyes as you take a deep breath.
He smiles down at you, his hands still. “I understand being in a new world can be difficult, if you ever need someone who knows their way around you can call me” he says handing you a paper he had just written his number on. You hesitated looking up into his bright eyes, taking the note and putting it into your pocket, you didn’t say anything but shook your head in gratitude. A timer when off and you started to unload the dryer full of your clothes. “I guess its my turn to help you” he laughs and starts to fold some of you clothes. Having someone in the city made you feel more comfortable, more safe. You had a good feeling about Gotham. Especially now that you were making friends.
A/N: so I was reading some of my old post and low-key hated how it was written so I decide to rewrite the whole love of a hero series. Hopefully it’s a little better now!
Description: it’s your first day of work at Arkham asylum and you share a smoke break with a handsome hero
Warning: smoking, cursing, mental hospital
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
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Being one of the most successful Psychiatrists in the country you hadn’t planned on getting fired from your dream job. You had been working at black-gate prison for three years and in one day it all went down the drain. You needed a new scene away from all of the shit that happened so you had decided Gotham was the perfect city to move to and there just so happened to be an open position at Arkham Asylum. You had a good feeling about your new life as soon as you made it off the train. You had friends in the city and it seemed like a place that needed a good fixing up, which was your specialty.
The only condition of the asylum hiring you with your strange record, was you had to start immediately. Which meant as soon as you got into Gotham you were racing to get to the creepy building on the outskirts of the city. When you got there you could tell they were in deep need of staff. A kind older lady met you in the lobby and introduced herself as the head doctor, she gave you a tour of the facility and a list of patients that were yours. The list was very long, it had about sixteen names on it, and you had never had this many patients. You made it your goal of the day to at least introduce yourself to each one of the patients. As you scanned the list some very popular names were on it like, Harvey dent or Pamela Isley. One name in particular caught your eye, Harleen Quinzel, you had known her before she became what she is now. You had went to school together and ended up getting pretty close. You pushed her to the end of the list so you could prepare yourself to see her again after everything that she’s been through.
You had just finished your sixth session of the day with “the scarecrow” and it had shaken you up a little so you thought a brake would help. You looked around for a quiet place where you could get some fresh air. Luckily when you walked out a pair of doors at the back of the building there was a small bench and no one to be seen. You let out a sigh of relief and plopped down. You rustled for something in your pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. It was a bad habit you had picked up while at black gate but you were cutting down, a little. You only smoked when you were stressed, which seemed to be happening more and more often. Patting your pocket you find nothing, “are you fucking kidding me” slips from your lips as you realize you don’t have a lighter.
You leaned back and close your eyes trying to find some relief before going back to work. There’s soft footsteps that land right in front of you. You lift open one of your eyes and see a very large man in-front of you. You look up at him, he’s wearing a big red helmet. You think for a second, there were a lot of vigilantes in Gotham but which one was this. “Red hood?” You quietly asked confused.
“What are you doing here” he asked but not in an aggressive tone, it was more of a confused tone. He didn’t quite answer your question but you took it as a yes.
“I should be asking you that” you say with a tinge of annoyance in your words, “you’re the big masked man who came out of no where”
You can’t actually tell through the mask but his body language makes it seem like he’s embarrassed. He reaches for his head and takes his helmet off revealing a very handsome face clad in a black domino mask. “Sorry I was just surprised, no one is usually over here” he says softly ruffling His bad helmet hair.
You nod like you agree with him even though you have no idea. You hold up the cigarette in your hand and ask “you got a light”.
He nods and takes out a cigarette of his own, putting it in his mouth and holding the light to it. You get up and touch the tips of the cigarettes together in the flame so they light simultaneously. When you sit down and look back up at him you can see his face is a little flustered. Maybe that was a weird thing to do to a stranger, but so was just appearing out of no where. “So are you a new doctor here?” He asks clearing the awkwardness from his voice.
You nod taking a drag off the cigarette and blowing it out, “it’s my first day” you say with a laugh. You eyes wonder up and down him as you question, “and you? Are you one of the “bat-boys” that run around Gotham” you ask doing air quotes with your fingers.
He chuckles, a deep sound that makes your ears hum. A smile grows on your face as you watch him. “I suppose you could call me that. You don’t look like you’re from Gotham?” He questions taking you in.
“I’m not” you say bringing your knees to your chest on the bench and taking another hit of the cigarette, “I just moved to the city, well not yet, after my shift I get to move into my new apartment” you admit.
He smiles and opens his mouth like he’s about to ask something else but his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket, he reluctantly steps away to answer it. You can tell he is annoyed with the person on the other side. You watch him with a smile on your lips, before catching yourself being a creep and taking another drag and looking away. He finishes up on the phone and walks back over, putting out his smoke. “See you around doc” he says with a warm smile and disappears into the shadows. His smile stays with you even when he’s gone, it felt so warm and genuine. You let out the breath you were holding and finish your cigarette. You stand up from the bench and dust yourself off, you need to see him again you decide. You walk back into the building regretting the next few consults you have.
Description: While rushing to the courthouse you run into your friendly neighbor on the subway who shares the same taste and music as you.
Warning: Drug use, Subways
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
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The Gotham subway was usually full of junkies and criminals, although there were still a few civilians who chose to commute to work this way, many have switched to catching a cap or even walking. In reality the situation has gotten way out of hand and you wondered why one of the many vigilantes hadn’t done anything about it. Very rarely did you take the subway, only when you had to go to the courthouse for work. It was the fastest and easiest way there.
The morning of your second court date since starting at the asylum you had slept way through your alarm. You were racing around your home getting ready as fast as you could. By the time you made it to the station the doors were about to close and you ran like hell to make it. Though you were full of relief you were an out of breath mess. You looked around the train car and locked eyes with a familiar face. Jason patted the seat next to him, wanting you to come sit.
He smirked at you as you sat down. “Just made it huh” he teased. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as you nodded softly. He looked you up and down and asked, “where are you going all dresses up?”.
“To court” you answered while fixing your hair in the window reflection.
He put his hands up and playfully backed away, “am I sitting next to a criminal?” He asked dramatically.
You let out a short laugh, “oh yeah, I’m obviously a crime lord in my pencil skirt and blouse” you rolled your eyes. Checking the time, you figured you wouldn’t be too late. You put in your head phones and started to listen to some music. You debated on whether or not to ask if he wanted to listen. Would it be seen as flirty? Would he think you were being weird?
His voice popped your thought bubble, “what are you listening to?” He asked peeking over your shoulder. You showed him your phone and he let out a breathy laugh, “I love that song” he smiled down at you.
“Wanna listen” you offered nervously while handing him the other earbud. A kind grin grew on his lips as he took the headphone and put it in his ear. A comfortable silence swallowed you two as you waited for your stop. You had started to dose off and your head rested on his shoulder. This caught him off guard and he jumped, waking you up. Your face grew hot with a blush. “Oh my gods I’m so sorry. I had a super late shift last night” you said flustered.
“Don’t apologize, I could be your pillow if you need a quick nap” he said confidently. You laughed nervously not sure if he was trying to flirt with you or not. Jason’s smile faulted as he realizes he may have made you uncomfortable. Before he could apologize your stop had arrived and you shot up.
“Thank god we got here early” you said grabbing your bag, “see you around Jason” you said with a smile and then hurried off. Hearing his name on your lips made his heart ache. You made him feel so weird and he didn’t know what to do about it. He enjoyed being around you whether he was Jason or the red hood, you made him happy.
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A/n: this isn’t very lovey dovey but I needed to introduce Jason as civilian Jason. Plus y’all are neighbors there’s room for drama later on ;)
Description: You make a new friend with a very helpful next door neighbor
Pairing: Jason x reader
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Moving to a new city can be scary especially if you’re alone. It was a normal rainy morning in Gotham when you stepped off the train and onto a busy platform. You hurried to find cover under a roof, your phone dinged. A message popped up from your new landlord, you clicked on it and it was a nice welcome message with instructions on how to get there from the station. You he never met Mrs. Whelms in person but over the phone she seemed nice and very helpful.
The apartment was roughly 15 minutes away from the train station so you hailed a cab. You watched the people of Gotham through the tinted car window. The city seemed gloomier then you remembered, it had been years since you had visited Gotham. You were raised in metropolis, which is very different from here. There were a few friends that you hadn’t seen since you were in diapers who lived in the city, but of course they were to busy to help you move in. You were on your own for your first day in Gotham City.
When you finally reach your building it’s just as dreary as the city. You thanked the driver and made your way up to the top floor. All your stuff had been shipped before hand so it wouldn’t be such a hassle moving in. When you got to the top floor there was a slim hallway with five doors. Two on each wall and one at the end of the hallway. Your shoes creaked on the old wooden floor as you walked up to door 204. The key slipped into the lock and you began to turn. You got half way there but it wouldn’t budge.
You rattled with it for a few minutes until a tall, dark haired man walked pasted you. He watched you struggle for a few moments and then walked over. “Do you need help?” He questioned.
Embarrassment filled your body when you jumped at the sound of his deep voice. Was this actually happening you thought, this has to be the worse first impression as a neighbor. “I uh the lock it’s stuck” you laughed out of nervousness. He walked over to your door and took the keys from you. He examined them for a few seconds and then walked over to the door to the right, stuck the key in it and turned.
The door unlocked and he turned to look at you with a smirk. “You’re apartment 206 not 204” he laughed. You wanted to die in that very moment, you had never been so embarrassed in your life.
You walked over to him and your new home. You didn’t look into his eyes but quickly thanked him. He laughed at you which made your face deepen in its red color. “You’re a funny girl” he gave you the keys back. “I live right across from you” he pointed to his door “my names Jason”. He held out his hand, waiting for you to shake it.
You hesitantly took his hand, “my names y/n, thank you again” you said finally meeting his eyes, he took your breath away. He was gorgeous, the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.
“It really wasn’t that big of a deal, honest mistake” he winked at you and your heart skipped a few beats. “Anyway, I’ll probably see you around. It was a pleasure meeting you” he turned and walked into his apartment leaving you a mess in the hallway.
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You were relatively settled in, most of the boxes that scattered the floor this morning were unpacked and put away. Some old clothes that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wash before you left were sitting in a bag by the door. The apartment was nice and very spacious but it lacked a washing machine. Lucky for you there was a laundry mat on the first floor. Wanting to be productive you grabbed the bag and headed down stairs.
It was a very nice laundry mat, new machines plus it was all free. You started a load, set a timer and went back up stairs to finish unpacking. You didn’t own a lot of stuff since you tend to move a lot but you wanted that to change. You wanted to stay in Gotham and in this nice apartment for a decent amount of time. Next week was your first day as a physiologist at Gotham Asylum. This was a new chapter in your life, a better one. No one new you in this city, this was your fresh start.
You timer went off after about thirty minutes. When you got back down stairs there was still a little time before you needed to switch loads so you waited. Pulling out a book and sitting on the machine trying to relax. The washer slowed to a stop, meaning it was finally time to switch. Quickly you swapped them and reset your timer. You were planning on going back up stairs and making something to eat when your handsome neighbor walked through the door with a laundry basket on his hip. You both looked caught by surprise but he looked happy about it while you were mortified.
“Hey there neighbor” he greets you with a warm smile. He sets his basket on the machine next to you. “Doing some laundry already?” He teases.
You take a breath and calm down. “Just doing boring chores” you laugh, “you seem to have a lot of clothes there” you say watching him grab a huge pile out of the dryer and dropping it on the table behind you.
“I tend to put off laundry day” he is a little embarrassed by the height of his pile but starts to fold. There’s a bit of an awkward silences after that. You’re debating on sneaking back upstairs or to keep trying to talk to him. It would be nice to have a friend in a somewhat unfamiliar city. Walking up next to him at the table you ask “ do you want me to help concur this mountain”. You think mentally smack yourself because that was the most dorkiest thing you could have said.
“I wouldn’t want to bother you, I’m sure you busy with the dreadful moving process” he says kindly.
“No not at all, I enjoy moving and I’m already all unpacked” you saying waiting for him to except your offer for help. He moves over a little to make room and you take that as a yes. Folding was your favorite part of laundry so it really was no problem.
“so you move a lot I guess” he asked me
“Yeah I tend to for work, but I hope that this situation is going to be a long term thing”
“What do you do” he seems genuinely interested in you
“I’m a shrink and a good one, not to brag” you say a bit egotistical.
“Oh well aren’t you cocky” he laughs
“Well I do have a wall of awards to back up my ego” you have won quite a bit of credibility with all of your high profile clients and cases. “What about you” you question back.
“I help people who can’t help themselves, similar to you” his face is serious when he looks at you. Both of you look at each other for a moment, something sparking between you. Then a buzz intrudes your moment, you twist around and grab your clothes out of the dryer. “It’s my turn to help you”, he gestures you to drop your basket on the now cleared table. You spend the next twenty minutes talking and laughing together while folding your clothes. You both go back upstairs together and part ways in your hallway. You think about him the rest of the night with a constant blush in your cheeks. He’s just so amazing but you could never risk taking it farther than being just friends with him.
