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I woke up to the smell of (fave breakfast food). I could hardly get my eyes to open, before finally being able to see the gentle morning like shine through a crack between the curtains. It took me a few moments to register where I was. Then I wondered where I had woken up. The futon wasn't the coziest, but fairly decent. I sat up moving the blanket off of me, which I also wondered about. I quickly checked over myself. I saw my sweats and long sleeve shirt was the same as I left em. On my body.

"I made breakfast if you are hungry," Jason stood leaning in the doorway with 2 plates in his hands "I noticed the late night snacks you went for last night," motioning towards the kitchen cabinets, where he most likely had returned them. My stomach betrayed me in that moment, smelling the warm food. I swung my feet off the side of the futon, ready to get up, but Jason quickly demanded it was fine and I stay put. He handed me one of the two plates and sat at the end of the futon, his own plate in hand.

We sat in uncomfortable silence for what felt like an eternity. After eating my fill I mindlessly started pushing around the last bits and pieces with my fork. I dated not look over to Jason who sat a few feet away eating in quiet content. I thought of speaking up on multiple occasions, but Jason was the one too break the silence.

"Sorry about last night," he said sheepishly "It hasnt been that bad in a few days."

I waved it off casually and started to stand to wash my plate and fork. Jason jumped up and tried to take the dishes from me but I twisted away avoiding his grasping fingers and continued into the kitchen. He was right behind me as I turned on the sink to wash mine and he tried gently moving me aside but I wasn't having it.

"No," I demanded "you made breakfast. I wash. Remember?" I recalled our system from when I lived with him.

Jason stepped closer to the sink and I as I grabbed a sponge and the soap "Tough shit princess," Jason retorted "You're technically my guest. This isn't a roommate situation. It's a reunion." He snatched the sponge from me.

"Hey!" I barked, jumping up to grab at the sponge he held above my head. It was just barely out of my reach, and soon chaos was unleashed.

I jumped again but as my fingers grazed it the excess water in the sponge was accidentally squeezed out onto my head. I screeched in shock as the cold water hit my scalp. Jason just stared wide eyed at me, realization hitting him.

"You're dead," I quickly turned and got a hold of the sink sprayer thingy and aimed it at him, and squeezed the triggered. Jason hollered in surprise at the cool water that sprayed him and threw his hands up to block the chilling stream.

"That's cold!"

"No shit, Buckethead!"

"(Y/n)!!! Stop!!" He was laughing and yelling at the same time.

"Paybacks a bitch!" I giggled maniacally.

Then suddenly, he dove low and grabbed me. I let got of the spray gun in shock as I was forced backwards, and gently pushed against the fridge. We sobered up instantly as our laughs died down at the new position we were in.

I was pressed up against the fridge and Jason was flush against my chest. My hands pressed to his chest, his erratic heartbeat fluttering under my palms, and his hands flat on the fridge on either side of my head. Our eyes locked with each other's and out heavy breaths mingled between us. Neither one could do anything but stare. Well except inch closer apparently. But like the night on the ferris wheel I didn't fight the pull I felt towards him.

We came with inches apart, his nose brushing mine. I was breathing in his scent and it was intoxicating. I wasn't scared of what was happening, where I was, nor who I was with. I wanted to be with him. In this moment. In this time period. In this life time.

I wanted nothing but him, and it was clear he wanted the same thing.

Well, at least I THOUGHT he wanted the same thing. Our lips were dangerously close, when a growl like sound came from his throat. He clenched a fist and slammed it into the spot next to my head on the fridge. The entire unit shook under his strength and I watched as he quickly pulled away and rushed out of the room, leaving me rendered confused and dazed.

I fully came back to reality as I heard the sound of a door slam shut. I jumped at the loud noise and nervously sttod in that spot for a moment. I heard the sound of fumbling about and then the shower turn on. I released the breath I was holding but didn't relax.

I slowly turned back to the sink and started dutifully washing the dishes. I was confused and frankly Hurt by the way things just played out.

I thought he actually liked me, and if so, why did he run away?

I was frustrated to feel my eyes burn with tears as a few slides on my cheek. I angrily wiped them away with my shirt sleeve. I finished washing and drying the dishes and just stood there leaning over the sink for a few moments trying to get my bearings together. a few minutes past and my sniffles has eased and my eyes weren't but still stung. I felt my body tremble and shiver from my still wet shirt that clung to my torso. I walked to the bedroom and pulled out a new set of clothes. A baggy t shirt and pair of leggings. I heard the shower behind me still running but nothing else and decided to quickly change. I did so and then threw a hoodie and left the zipper undone. I replaced my wet socks with a pair of fuzzy ones and dragged the comforter off my bed and into the living room. The fireplace was still alive from when I woke up, so I settled myself by it and stared at the flames, while hugging my knees to my chest.

A half hour had passed before I heard the sound of the shower being turned off and some movement from the back room. A while later, I was feeding the fire and piece of lumber when I heard the bathroom door open. Bare feet against the hard wood entered the room. The living room was more open due to the fact I had folded the futon back up and folded Jason's sheets and comforter. They were taken neatly beside the couch with his pillows.

The footsteps stopped a few feet behind me and I heard him sigh, "Thank you for cleaning up and feeding the fire."

I silently nodded in acknowledgement, but that was it. I continued to watch the flames as Jason moved to sit down. In my peripheral vision I could see him start to reach a hand out towards me, "(Y/n) I-"

I moved my shoulder away from him and quickly, yet softly said, "Don't." Jason stared, his hand still raised in confusion and hurt. But I refused eye contact. "Don't come back and try to pretend everything is ok. Or like what happened in the kitchen never happened." Again, I could feel the tears burning my eyes. "Don't do this to me anymore. Stop playing with me like I'm a doll. I'm a person with feelings. So stopped making me think you actually feel something for me and then turn around and just ignore it. Just like the ferris wheel. Just like last night." The tears were flowing now, and I now looked at him to show how hurt I was. How he hurt me. "Please just stop playing with me. I can't handle it any-"

I was silenced with Jason's lips pressed firmly to mine. His hand was behind my head, pulling our faces together. I was stiff as a board at first but slowly relaxed as his lips parted ever so slightly. I didn't pull away, but returned the kiss. It was more anger and frustration and pent up emotion than anything else. He moved closer, causing me to lean back a bit as he deepened the kiss. His other hands on the floor behind me, supporting his weight and holding him up. My hands found their way to his wet hair and played with the strands by his neck. His tongue shot out and skimmed my bottom lip before he bit down gently on it, sending a shiver down my spine.

We parted for air, both out of breath as Jason pressed out foreheads together. He pulled me into his lap, causing me to straddle him. One of his arms wrapped around my waist and the other hurried itself into my hair. I kept my eyes shut up couldn't help the tears that continued to slip down my cheeks. Jason leaned forward and kissed away each tear, and trailed his lips down to my jaw and over my neck.

He softly whispered between each kiss he placed on the sensitive skin of my collar bone, "Please don't cry, dollface."

I hummed a response before grabbing a handful of his hair and dragging his lips back to my own. He greedily accepted my request and kissed me with a feverous hunger. His finger laced into my hair tugged a bit to tilt my head back while his other hand slipped under my hoodie and baggy t-shirt and his hand burned against the bare skin of my lower back.

This time he pulled away, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." His azure eyes were shining with glee. I giggled at his giddy smile and gave his a small peck on his cheek. His smile never left his face even when we stood up.

I finally was able to take in his full appearance. Head on a pair of jeans and a black long sleeve shirt that clung to him. His hair was still damp, but my favorite thing he wore was that goofy smile on his face. I saw him also taking in my appearance but his smile face ashelooked at my torso.

"Is that Wally's shirt?" He asked curiously.

I looked down at the faded green shirt and blushed deeply when I realized who the original owner was. I shook my head no. He went one to ask if it was Barry's and I again shook my head no.

"Roy's" he asked a bit unsure of whether he wanted to hear the answer.

Again, no.

Jason was now out of guesses and thought hard as to who I could've gotten the shirt from. Suddenly his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed and I think his jaw was clenched when he asked, "Please don't tell me its from that low life, skirt chasing neighbor of yours."

I pressed my lips together and he noticed which made his jaw set and fists clech. His whole body was rigid. "Don't call him that. He's not like that."

Suddenly, to my surprise, he yanked his own shirt off his body and thrust it towards me. I looked at it in shock. "Put this on," he seethed. I cautiously took the shirt from his hand and turned to go change in the bedroom, when he spoke up. "Where are you going?"

"To change," I said like it was obvious. Seeing the embarrassed look on his face I couldn't help but feel my face grown warm as I heard him mumble how he promised he wouldn't have looked if I changed there. I quickly went into the room and closed the door so I could change. As I was putting Joe's shirt away in my luggage, there was a knock on the door. Jason entered to see me and didn't seem to like it.

"Can't you just burn it?" He asked plopping on the bed.

"No," I argued, a bit mad he'd even ask me that. "He was there for me when I needed a place to hide fro-"

"From me," Jason looked at me with the most pained look I had ever seen.

I sighed and closed my luggage before getting up to stand in front of his seated form. I stood between his legs and he instinctively put his hands on my hips. I intertwined my fingers behind his neck and looked down at him, "I'll never run from you again. I regret ever doing that to you. Please don't think you're some monster, Jason. You're a hero, not a villain."

Jason burried his head on my stomach and his words were muffled. I giggled and stroked his slightly dry hair. He pulled back and looked up at me and with a serious look said, "I don't like to see my girl wearing another guy's clothes. I only have so much, so I'm protective of what's mine."

My face felt warm and my stomach tumbled at his words.

My girl.

And this time it wasn't some fake title. It was true. And I wanted it to stay that way.

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Jason and I decided to stay indoors for the day. After this mornings events, he never left my side, nor I him. Except for the bathroom, of course. We were both relaxing on the couch in the living room. Jason sat on one end reading a book, while I laid with my head in his lap as I scrolled through my phone. We had already eaten a decently sized lunch when I got a video call from Wally. My eyes widened and I fumbled to sit up.

Jason watched me curiously as I grabbed him to push him into the bedroom. "Wally is calling!" I urged. He realized the problem and quickly hid away in the bedroom. I clicked the answer button when the coast was clear and smiled into the camera.

"Hey Wally!" I said a bit too cheerfully.

Wally chuckled and I could see in the background that he was Barry and Iris' kitchen, probably raiding it for food. "Hey Cuz! How's the trip for you guys going?"

"It's actually been really fun," I smiled thinking over the past couple of hours and the events that occurred.

"You been behaving?" Wally used his protective older brother voice and got really close the the camera.

I laughed at him and sarcastically jested, "Nope, we've done nothing but break everything from the rules to the bed!" I stopped in embarrassment at the Jason side of me showing at the last joke. I heard a shirt from the backroom, most likely Jason listening in. Oh I hope he forgets that, he'll never let me live it down!

Wally made a disgusted face at my bad joke and scolded me, "He better not be laying a hand on you, I swear I'll be there in a second if he does!"

I rushed to fix things, "I'm just messing with you! We haven't been doing that!" We don't even share a bed!"

Suddenly I heard Iris' voice yell out, "Has he kissed you yet at least!?!?"

I giggled at her and spoke loudly back, "I don't think Wally wants to hear or even know."

Iris' squealed knowing the answer and went off saying congrats and how happy she was that he finally had the balls because, and I quote, she wouldn't 'shot his jewels with his own arrows if he hadn't manned up soon'.

Wally's face on the screen was looking away from camera, most likely at Iris, in pure horror. We talked a little bit more. But then Wally asked, "Where is the bastard anyways?"

My stomach dropped and I had to quickly come up with an excuse for Roy's absence, "Uhh he's uhh in the bedroom..."

"This whole time?" Wally looked concerned.

"Yeah he ate some bad food last night and he's been having a hard morning. He wanted to lay down, said not to come in for a few hours to let it air out."

Wally burst out laughing at his old friends expense but then offered to take us home, "I can always come pick y'all up if he needs to come back home."

"No no no no," I quickly stopped him "No need just need a day before we can really enjoy the resort." I paused for a moment before blurting put, "In fact, Iris, you don't mind if we stay an extra few days do you?"

"OF COURSE NOT!!!" She yelled from somewhere in the house, probably her office. "STAY AS LONG AS YOU NEED TO HUN!!"

"Thanks Iris!" Wally didn't seem to like it but knew he had no say in the matter.

Shortly after Wally had to go. To save the city or something, you know hero stuff. I hung up and slumped on the couch, head thrown back and eyes closed. I heard the bedroom door open and Jason return to the living room. I opened my eyes and he was standing behind the couch, his face upside down, hovering above mine.

"So a few more days eh?" He teased, a mischievous look to his face.