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Finally, the pride even is here! I wanted to do something special during pride month and i given that WLW relationships often don’t have much representation (at least non-toxic rep lol) i’d focus on that!!
Warnings: Evidently, given that it’s a wlw theme, all stories will be written for and tagged as fem!reader. HOWEVER, there’s no real descriptions of readers body/appearance, clothes or genitalia! We welcome all shapes and forms of womanhood here, if you don’t like that, the unfollow/block buttons are at your disposal.
Most of the collection is fluffy and humorous, there might be a couple lines that get a little suggestive, but nothing crazy going on!
Without further ado, i leave you with our lovely ladies <3
ྀི୨ৎ♡ 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧
ྀི୨ৎ♡ 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧
ྀི୨ৎ♡ 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥
ྀི୨ৎ♡ 𝐏𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐲
ྀི୨ৎ♡ 𝐋𝐨𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞
ྀི୨ৎ♡ 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞
ྀི୨ৎ♡ 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐝'𝐫 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞
ྀི୨ৎ♡ 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲
*The order of the names doesn’t reflect the order they’ll be posted in or any other type of priority :)
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Summary: after a rough mission, Garth helps clean you up
Word Count: ~900
Content/CW -> gn! reader, established relationship, canon typical injury, mentions of blood + pain, guilt, reader is a titan
— requested as part of my neglect week event
froggi yaps -> sooo sorry for the delay on these, like i said the other day im packing up and moving 12hrs away and its just been a Lot to process mentally ++ lots of packing and organization to do. also yes this was the culprit with the 45 word sentence lol
“You’re bleeding.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re bleeding,” Garth stresses, chasing after you down the hallway.
“Okay, so I’m fine and I’m bleeding.”
He catches your wrist in his, fingertips a pleading touch on your skin, begging you to slow down. Your name rolls off his tongue.
You slow, shoulders slumping, and turn to face him, “what?”
Your chest is heavy with the weight of your mission failure today, a thousand pounds added to the thousand you already carry around. You blink, Dick’s voice ringing in your ears. It’s not your fault, he said. Bullshit, you’d spat back.
You blink and suddenly you can see the glowing screen in front of him and the shadow it cast over his face, the number that popped up on the screen. Civilian casualties, countless injuries, extensive property damage.
“Talk to me,” Garth frowns, his voice soft when he says, “please.”
“I fucked up. What else is there to talk about?”
His brows crease the way they always do when he’s confused. He’d been there for the mission evaluation, had watched with tensed shoulders and tight knuckles from the sidelines while you, Donna and Kory fought your asses off to save the city.
He should’ve been there. They all should’ve. But a last minute threat on the coast had drawn their attention away, dividing the team and cutting him off from you.
There’s a million things Garth wants to say right now. It’s not your fault, you didn’t fuck up, it’s okay. But he knows none of that will soothe your hackles, and will coax you out of this guilt-ridden corner you’ve backed yourself into.
“At least let me clean you up,” he finally says.
You consider it, consider him. From the defiant set of his jaw to the unyielding look in his eyes. Finally, you sigh and nod, letting him drag you to the bathroom.
Garth ushers you into the tiny bathroom of your shared apartment, the width of his shoulders perfectly blocking your view of the door. He kicks the door closed behind him, hand dropping from your wrist to your hip.
You hop up onto the counter, the cold counter beneath you as familiar as Garth’s touch. You lost count of how many nights you’ve spent here with him, one of you patching the other up between soft kisses and professions of worry.
His hand tugs at the seam of your shirt, fingers slipping just below the blood-stained fabric. He lifts it up slowly, careful not to catch it on any of your wounds.
The corners of his lips tug further downward when he sees the wounds on your abdomen, three big long scratches that you hardly remember getting. Garth’s fingers hover just above it and you wonder if he’s trying to conjure up some sort of magic to stitch them back together.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you say quietly.
He hums lowly. “You’re lying.”
Despite the burning coming from your freshly exposed cuts, you force a guilty smile. Nothing gets past Garth.
He ducks under the counter, dark head of hair disappearing as he rifles for the fully stocked first aid kit you keep under there. He pulls it out, holding it up triumphantly before zipping it open and digging through it to pull out supplies.
You watch as he washes his hands, scrubbing them for a good minute before patting them dry on one of the plush towels he keeps in the bathroom. Wetting a cloth with warm water, Garth resumes his place between your legs.
“You already know, but this is gonna hurt.”
You only nod, teeth clenched as you brace yourself. He gently pats at the wound with a cloth, removing as much of the blood—both fresh and crusted over—as he can.
It’s when he pulls out the alcohol wipes, small but mighty, that the pain really kicks in. You brace yourself for what’s to come, fingers tightening around your knee cap and digging in to distract yourself from the pain.
Garth notices, resting the pad on its packaging. He reaches for your hand, “here, squeeze mine.”
You lace your fingers through his, squeezing until you can feel the bones of his fingers digging into the sides of yours. Garth doesn’t react, doesn’t even wince from how tightly you’re holding him. Instead, he grabs the pad and resumes cleaning at your wound with one hand.
“Almost there,” he hums after a long period of silence. “Doing so well for me.”
You’re not sure that’s entirely true from the way you’re squeezing your eyes closed, gritting your teeth and damn near breaking his fingers with how tight you’re holding him. Still, Garth doesn’t seem to mind, only smiling carefully and nodding along.
“There.” He pulls away, discarding the pad in your garbage can. “All done.”
The rest of the process is quick. He wraps up the wound in gauze, tapes it up and places a soft kiss against the thick, cottony coating over your wound. Heat rests in your cheeks.
You drop his hand from yours, unfurling your fingers despite the pain that sparks when you do. “Thank you.”
He rests a hand on either thigh. “Anytime. I mean it.”
And he does. Garth knows better than anyone that he might not be able to ease all your pain—might not be able to stop you from blaming yourself for how the mission went today—but at the very least, he can take care of you.
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thanks for reading & have a wonderful week /ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡
good luck with the move! 12 hours away sounds scary, but it's great you'll have more opportunities there! summer semester is lowkey beating my ass but it's ok i have plans to watch supergirl on release day and other plans to hike and stuff with friends so i'll #survive
thank you! i was born in that town so lowkey im really nervvy to go back, i don’t really know what to expect 😅
omg is the comic guy perhaps going to watch supergirl with you? 👀
🍒 you don’t like Green Lantern and this disturbs Hal Jordan so much. || fluff. breaking into a house. reader is anxious. reader doesn’t know Hal is GL. ooc? 2022 words. || ⋆˚࿔ this was so hard to write pls go easy on me guys 💔 divider by @bbyg4rlhelps
You didn’t know your ex-colleague and close friend Hal Jordan was such a Green Lantern fan. You never even considered someone other than a child would be a fan of superheroes, let alone one of Green Lanterns. The concept of loving superheroes was further away from you. You never even thought about being a fan of any of them. It wasn’t because you did not appreciate what they were doing, it was because you just didn’t care about them that much. They were like celebrities who actually helped society to you… You were grateful, but not a fan.
But he apparently was, because when you said you didn’t like any of them, he got offended— and offensive.
He nearly threw the coffee in his hand as he spoke to you, “You hate the Green Lantern?”
“Hate is a strong word.”
“You don’t like him?” You shook your head. “Any of them?” You, once again, shook your head. “Why?”
You never thought of this question. Why did you not like them? Maybe because of the time when one of them pressed your car flat… Or maybe because of the time where you almost fell right to the ground while you were inside of a plane?
You just got anxiety when you saw any of them, to be honest. Could be the reason.
“I don’t know, Hal.” You shrugged. “Why is this such an issue?”
“It’s not.” He said, too fast. “Of course it is not.” Hal sipped his coffee and leaned back into the couch, throwing his leg over the other. “Well, I just like them because they save people, you know.”
“That’s great. I appreciate what they do. I just still don’t like them.” You shrugged. With every minute passing, you were going a lot more confused. He was acting stranger than ever. This was unlike him— at least, unlike him as you knew him.
Hal frowned as he thought. You wondered what was going on in there. You were sure his mind was a mess. But you didn’t get why he was so pressed over this because he had so many issues in his life and that was the thing he got upset over? Didn’t feel like him at all.
Or… He was such a secret fan and he had secrets to hide about it. You wondered if he had small posters on his walls and autographs and merch… It felt like he did, somehow.
“Even the tall one?”
“Uhh…” You were confused by his question. Many of them were tall. You weren’t sure which one he was talking about. “Sure, yeah.” Before he could open his mouth one more time, you got up from where you were sitting. “Okay, Hal, that’s enough superhero talk!”
He didn’t seem pleased to end the conversation, but he hadn’t seemed to like the conversation when it was alive either. “I should get going,” He left his coffee on the table and walked right into the front door without even saying a goodbye or anything.
“What— Hal? Where are you going?”
“I remembered I had something to do all of a sudden.” He opened the door but didn’t get out, turned to look at you as he kept the door open. “Thanks for the coffee and lunch! I’ll pay back. I gotta go.”
“You don’t need to—“ He was out and the door was closed after him. “Pay back…”
What the fuck was wrong with him?
You didn’t see Hal for the next day. He texted you, sure, but didn’t come up and do whatever he would normally. Your confession about superheroes disturbed him, that you could infer, but why? That was a mystery. Though, you had some theories. The first one was obviously him being a big fan of their work. You may have never seen him in silly and cheap costumes or anything but still, he could be a big fan without merch. The second one was that he was their secretary or something. And the third one was… Well, it was kind of impossible but maybe he was one of them?
You couldn’t help yourself and snorted at the thought. Hal could be everything, but a superhero? He wasn’t even punctual when it was you and him meeting, how was he going to manage superhero business like that!
While sitting on the couch, you were skipping through channels on TV but your mind was somewhere else. The Green Lanterns. You kept thinking about them and it was Jordan’s fault. Why was he such a creep about these… heroes?
That question swirled around your mind every second.
Hal being a little weird was not something new. He sometimes left you in the middle of coffee dates. Sometimes, he didn’t even show up. But this was something new and sudden.
When you saw a Green Lantern on the new channel you stopped right there and decided to watch. The news was about what happened yesterday night. One Green Lantern was there to save the day and there were so many video clips of him taken by different people.
This was what Hal was so overprotective about?
You didn’t get it!
It wasn’t like you were against them or something. You just… didn’t mind them. Their presence didn’t mean something to you the way it did to other people, including Hal.
The moment you got the remote to change the channel, you heard a loud breaking of glass coming from inside your house. You got up without thinking about anything, your eyes searched for something to protect yourself with, and when they landed on the baseball bat, you grabbed it.
With silent steps, you followed the sounds. You were hearing someone grunting. Someone was inside your house. Your apartment that was stories high from the ground. They broke in and were probably going to kill you and steal everything in your house. The creepy thoughts wandered around your mind, completely clearing the Green Lanterns. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door with your foot and when it opened you looked inside without entering. You couldn’t see anybody, you were scared and the gruntings were louder than before now.
“Wait,” you heard someone— a man say. He got up from where he was lying and you almost threw your bat at him. “I’m harmless, lady.”
“Green Lantern?” You stepped inside. You couldn’t hide your surprise at your voice.
Did he just break into your house? What was going on?
“Sorry that I, uh, landed inside your house.” His hands were up in the air, as if he was surrendering to the police. “I’ll have it fixed.” He pointed to the broken window.
“You better.” This was so weird. “Are you okay?”
You didn’t know why you asked that but you did it anyway. He seemed like he needed help.
“Yeah, yeah.” He started walking towards you. “Just need to sit for a bit.”
“You can get inside, I guess.” You showed the way to the living room with the bat. He slowly nodded, smiling a little bit. His mask covered half of his face and you couldn’t see his eyes but he gave you the impression that he was just looking for something.
Did he know you were not a fan? How could he even know that you didn’t like him? He could not. He was just there in your house because he fell into it. That was why. No hard explanations or anything. That simple!
“Want some water?” You asked while putting the bat away. He stood in the middle of your living room, not sitting, just standing and looking like a beaten puppy.
“Sure.” He mumbled.
“You can sit.”
When you came back again with a glass full of water, he was perched on your couch. Just sitting. This guy was weird, so so weird but you didn’t mind. Maybe he had a concussion? That was definitely possible.
“Thanks.” He drank the water in one go. As he put the glass to the table, two white lenses were looking at you. “Nice house.” He put forward.
“Thanks.” You smiled weirdly at him. “So, uh, don’t you need to save people or something?”
“Oh, I definitely do. But I got some help, they can handle it while I’m resting here.” He looked at the TV and when he saw himself he grinned. “Oh, that’s me. You are a fan or something?”
Should you be as honest as you were with Hal? You probably shouldn’t.
“Kinda.” You averted your eyes from him. “You can say that.”
He leaned back to the couch. “Really?” You nodded. The grin on his face disturbed you so much that you wanted to punch him. “Want an autograph?”
“No.” You replied too fast.
“You sure? I thought you’d want it. You are watching news about me and all…”
You had to have him stop talking and leave, but didn’t know how. He wouldn’t harm you, sure but still you didn’t want to be too harsh on him.
“I think they might actually need you out there.”
“Right.” He got up. Walking to the window, he looked at you over his shoulder. “See ya, lady.”
And with that he was gone.
“This Green Lantern guy is creepy.” You uttered in a very normal date with Hal. The birds were chirping, the wind was flowing and cars were passing by… Hal was holding your hand as he led you through the street. His other hand was in his pocket. But when he heard your words, Hal stopped in the middle of the street as a reaction. He was frowning. Was he anxious? Worried? You couldn’t tell. But it looked like he wanted you to explain.
You stopped a few steps ahead of him and turned around to face Hal. None of you said anything. The street was not that crowded, so nobody could disturb you— or you couldn’t disturb anyone.
“What do you mean?” Hal said finally.
You shrugged. “I mean… Weird? He came to my house yesterday.” You tested the waters, his reaction. “More like he was thrown into my house. What a coincidence, right?”
“Did he… do something?”
His voice had suspicion in its essence. You huffed as you turned around and kept walking. Your heels beat the ground, marking your anger at him. He was not asking the question you wanted him to ask.
He could ask why he was there or… You weren’t even sure! But that was not what you wanted to hear… Not exactly.
“Hey!” He followed you. He was taller than you, his tall legs would catch up to you easily— and that he did. Grabbing your arm, he stopped you and pulled you to a more calm place: Between the walls of two apartments. “I’m serious, what happened? You think I led him to your house?”
“No!” Maybe… You could never be completely sure or convinced at this point. “No, it’s not that… Hal, I was just, I don’t know, freaked out.” His grip on your arm fell down. You felt the emptiness of his hand. It felt colder. “I mean he was harmless. And now I have a window to get fixed.”
“Fuck, I never thought of that.” He mumbled.
“What?”
“You are staying with a broken window. That’s dangerous and—“
“I’ll have it fixed today, it’s not a problem. The problem is… Hal, the Green Lantern was at my home!”
“That’s a problem?”
You wanted to slap him. Why was he being like this? Something was wrong with him since that chat about Green Lanterns with you.
“No, Hal. Or maybe, yes. He isn’t supposed to be there. He even offered to give me an autograph, thinking I was a fan of his.”
Hal seemed relieved. He licked his lips and slowly nodded, deciding what to finally say. “I’m glad you were safe. And I’m sorry for your window.”
“It wasn’t even your fault.”
“I know, I know… I’m just sorry.” He threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. “Let’s go, dinner’s on me.”
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I have a very serious question to ask, and it may be difficult to answer.
What's your favourite animal?
I've come to the realization that I only know three of my mutuals' favourite animals and I wanna bring back 6 year old me's favourite question and throw it at some people, it's surprisingly useful information to have if you're a odd person lol
Mine's dogs bc I love mine to tears but I also adore cats and some other, less common cute ones like otters, raccoons, dikdiks, quokkas and many more <3
ah im so glad you asked!! i love dogs (used to work with them) and frogs, but my favorite animals are actually goldfish!
i had a really rough time in high school and my pet goldfish really helped me get through it as silly as that sounds <3
Hey girl sorry if this is a weird question but how do you feel about adults reading x reader fics where the character is a teenager? I recently turned 18 so nowadays I feel a bit bad reading x reader fics where the character is like around 16 years old since my childhood crushes don’t age with me cuz what if I’m just a creep 😭
Again feel free to ignore this if it’s a weird question. Have a great day!
okay honestly at the end of the day nonnie, i think you should just do what makes you happy (so long as its not harming anyone) i think what a lot of people forget is that there's no harm in fiction, and that you yourself are still a teenager :p
at the end of the day, the only person who knows and controls what you're reading is you, and no one ever has to know what you read about if you don't want them to <3
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Hey froggers would you by any chance ever consider writing for the kingdom hearts characters? I feel like the kh x reader fics have been kinda in drought for a few years now
Love you 🫶
hey nonnie <3 was there someone specific you had in mind? i feel like i’d have to replay the games to get a better grasp of their characters 😵💫 its been sooo long 💖 much love
