Includes: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Wally West, Victor Stone & Garth
Summary: your feet start hurting while you're out, so he comes up with a way to fix that
Content/CW -> gn! reader, slight mentions of blisters/being in pain, mostly cute fluff
froggi yaps -> came up with this after i saw an instagram reel about it :p thought it would be something cute and silly <3 enjoy! also ty to @reallifeveronicasawyerr & @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger for choosing the characters <3 <3
Jason Todd:
“Jay,” you whine, tugging on his hand to slow him down.
He stops in his tracks, a brick wall of muscle, and turns to face you. “What’s going on?”
“...my feet hurt.”
He cocks a brow, glancing down at the shoes he’d definitely warned you about before leaving the house. “Uh huh?”
You only nod, hot embarrassment creeping in as you basically admit what he already told you. You shuffle awkwardly in your shoes, hoping to get some relief from the way the edges of your shoes are rubbing against the backs of your ankles.
And despite how badly he wants to say ‘I told you so’, he bites his lip. He can’t bare to see you in pain like this and that cute, somewhat odd looking shuffling you’re doing only pains him even more.
Jason hums, kneeling down in front of you, “come on, then.”
You’re quick to lean against his back, wrapping your arms around the width of his shoulders and letting his arms hoist your legs. Jason rises easily to his feet, hopping slightly to adjust you on his back.
You squeeze his shoulders, planting a kiss to the side of his face. “You’re the best, you know that?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Roy Harper:
The sweltering heat of the day only makes your feet hurt even worse, each step making you wince. You wipe the sweat off your brow and stop in your tracks, Roy following suit.
“Everything alright?” He cocks his head to the side, red hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
You frown, “my feet are starting to hurt.”
He offers you an incredulous grin, giving a half-hearted glance down to your feet. He hadn’t said anything when he’d picked you up this morning, but he’d thought it: those are not the shoes to wear when you’re going to be walking as much as you are today.
He laces his fingers through yours, tugging you along to a nearby bench and forcing you to sit. “Here,” he says, slinging his bag over his shoulder and digging through it.
You watch him rummage through the backpack before pulling out a pair of sneakers that are very much not his size. You blink, “are those?”
“For you,” he holds them out. “Figured you might want them.”
You’re speechless as you kick off your old shoes, Roy handing you a pair of clean socks. You pull them over, your feet instantly soothed by the absence of your shoes, before gently pulling on your sneakers.
You look at him with teary eyes, “how could you possibly know I’d need these?”
He shrugs, grinning cockily. “I just know things, babe.”
Wally West:
“My feet hurt.”
Wally stops in his tracks, hand tightening around yours. “Hm,” he smiles, “I wonder why?”
“My shoes I think…”
He glances down, looking at the exact shoes he’d told you would hurt your feet with all the walking you’d be doing today. Still, they were cute and they matched your outfit, and you’ve never been one to listen very well to Wally, anyway.
He sighs, dropping to his knees on the pavement in front of you.
“Walls, what are you—”
You’re silenced when he lifts one of your feet to the top of his thigh, untying the laces of his sneakers. The switch is so fast you hardly notice it, your own feet feeling relieved when they’re placed in the warm comfort of Wally’s much too big sneakers.
He doesn’t even hesitate before he shoves his feet into your shoes. It’s awkward and it can’t possibly be comfortable with the way his ankles are hanging off the back end of your shoes.
“Are you sure?”
“As long as you’re not in pain, that’s all I care about.” He rises to his feet, doing a little twirl for you, “besides, I feel like a baddie.”
You can’t help but laugh a little, rising on your toes to kiss him on the cheek. “You are a baddie.”
“Damn straight.”
Victor Stone:
The ground outside the bar feels uneven beneath your feet, making you rock on your heels and cause your already painful shoes to rub even harsher on your heels. You wince, stopping in your tracks.
Victor stops the second you do, whirling around on you with concern in his eyes. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”
“My feet hurt,” you mumble out, leaning against him to stand on one foot, rubbing the back of your ankle. “It’s fine.”
His brows knit together, arms crossing over his broad chest. It very much is not fine, not when you’re practically limping.
You recognize that defiant look on his face instantly, opening your mouth to say something when all of a sudden he lifts you into his strong arms.
“Vic!”
“What?” He says, half-hiding his smile, “I just like sweeping you off your feet.”
You let yourself relax against his chest, breathing a sigh of relief at the lack of pain in your feet. “Mhm?”
He kisses the side of your head, resuming his walk down the street like nothing happened. “Mhm, makes me feel like your knight in shining…chrome.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, enjoying the warmth he brings to the cool summer night. His arms feel safe to you, like the most natural place in the world. You lean in, kissing at his jaw.
“My hero.”
He flexes a muscle playfully, offering you a wink. “You know it.”
Garth:
You’re limping. It’s the first thing Garth notices when he meets up with you at the boardwalk, the grin on his face fading just a little. You’re shuffling awkwardly, walking on the balls of your feet like anything else will cause you pain.
You smile when you see him, immediately throwing your arms around him. “Garth!”
He wraps his own arms around you, hugging you tightly. “Hi, baby.”
You pull away, forcing your face to remain neutral despite the way your heels rub against the backs of your shoes. It burns, and it’s definitely going to give you some nasty blisters later.
His brows furrow together. “You’re in pain.”
You shrug, “it’s just my shoes.”
Just your shoes? Garth shudders, he’s in pain just looking at you.
He laces his fingers through yours, shaking his head. “Come on.”
You let him drag you down the boardwalk strip, past all the souvenir and food shops and into the air conditioned hut of a store that mainly sells bathing suits, towels and flipflops.
“Go, pick out a pair.”
“Garth, it’s fine.”
He levels you with a serious look, “I’m not gonna be able to rest until I know you’re not in pain so please, just pick some out.”
And you give in like you always do, examining the shop wall and settling on a pair of comfortable looking sandals. Before you go up to the counter to pay, Garth snatches them from your hand, paying for them before you even have the chance to say no.
Outside, he kneels down in front of you, replacing your uncomfortable shoes for the nice, cozy flip flops he’d just bought for you.
He pats your foot gently when he puts it down. “There, all better.”
You smile, running your fingers through his hair. “Thank you, baby.”
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pairings | wally west, dick grayson, garth, koriand'r x fem! reader
summary | the threat's ended for now, but they can't find it in themselves to rest, not without finding you.
a/n | div credit as always to @toxisyddy <3
WALLY WEST
Ash settled like dust across his shoulders, his thighs burned, his feet ached, and there was a cut across his cheek that stung fiercely. Blood still sluggishly oozed from the wound, leaking down over his lip and staining his mouth with the metallic taste of rust. Wally heals faster than most, and for this cut to still be bleeding means it'll probably scar.
Wally's not particularly concerned with the possibility, nor can he bring himself to join the relieved celebrations of his friends when he can't seem to find you anywhere.
You're one of the most capable people he's ever met, strong, reliable, smart. Pretty, his mind so helpfully supplied.
You might not have been part of the Titans with him, preferring to work alone most of the time, but Wally trusted you wholeheartedly. He trusted you could look after yourself. If anyone could make it through an apocalyptic event, it was you.
Still, for every second that passed and Wally didn't catch a glance of you, his anxiety grew.
Where were you?
He sees Dick start to approach him, undoubtedly to check up on him, but Wally can't take it anymore. Mentally, he writes a note to apologise to his best friend later, but first, he needs to find you.
He tries your comms several times, the dread reaching a crescendo in his being with every failed attempt to contact you, every street he runs through that's bare of your person.
Wally's about five seconds from calling for a League-wide search party when he finally stumbles across you. He's by your side in an instant, heart hammering in his throat and tears threatening to well in his eyes and spill down over his cheeks.
You're slumped unconscious, eyes closed and sickeningly still as you lie on your side, cheek pressed against the grimy alley floor. He calls your name, nearly sobbing in relief when his fingers find the faint but steady thump of your pulse.
Dust, debris and blood cover your person until he can barely make out the colour of your suit, nor can he locate the source of the blood or even if it's yours.
He doesn't dare move you, wary of potential neck or spinal injuries, but his hands still frantically search for injuries. Distantly, Wally's aware that he's calling for help, but he can barely hear the sound of his own voice outside the blood thundering in his ears.
It's with panic threatening to swallow him whole and one shaky hand cupping your cheek that you come to, voice hoarse like you'd been chewing on gravel.
"Wall—" you break into a hacking cough that leaves you gasping for air, each pained sound striking Wally like a physical blow, "Wally?"
"Yeah, it's me, honey. Don't— don't try and speak, just stay still. Help's on the way, okay?" His voice is as shaky as he feels, but he tries his best to hold it together, for you.
"Honey? That's'new," You hummed quietly, eyes slipping closed again, body unintentionally relaxing with the knowledge that Wally was by your side.
"I'll call you whatever you want, just keep those pretty eyes open for me, yeah? Where are you hurt?" He tries to keep his voice level, professional, like he's done hundreds of times before. But this isn't one of those hundreds of times— this isn't some stranger in front of him now— it's you.
"Side. M'side." You whimpered, raising a shaky hand to your ribs, pulling your hand back to showcase the crimson blood staining your glove.
"That's— ok, just let me—" He pulls our hand away, replacing it with his own, pressing down on the wound even when you cry out in pain..
"I know, I know it hurts, I'm so sorry, baby."
"M'so tired, Wally." Your words come out closer to a whine, a half-aborted sob catching in your chest from the concoction of pain and fear swirling in your veins.
"I know, I know you are, just—" His chest rattles with a cry of his own as his thumb rubs soothing circles over your cheek, "just hold on, help's nearly here, just a few more seconds."
You're worryingly silent, prompting Wally's chest to start heaving in panic again, "hey, hey, hey, eyes on me, remember?"
"Wally?" you rasp, hazy eyes focused on him as best you can in your condition, "I really like you. M'sorry we didn't have more time."
"Don't you dare. Don't— don't give up." He pleads, tears sliding free from his waterline and soaking his mask.
"We—we have time, all the time in the world. Just please..." Wally trails off, words failing when he realises you can't hear him anymore.
"No, no, no, no. Please. Please don't do this to me." He hauls you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as he rocks back and forth.
"Flash!" Suddenly, there are hands gripping his arms, prying him away from you, even as he screams and thrashes.
"No, what are you doing? She needs me! Let me go!"
"Flash, Flash, calm down. Wally!" His vision clears enough to register that it's Dick standing in front of him, gripping his cheeks and forcing Wally to focus on him rather than you.
"Dick, I—she—" He stammered, unable to hold the sobs at bay any longer.
"I know, buddy, but she's going to be ok."
"Promise?"
Dick hesitates a little; he knows he shouldn't, but Wally sounds so small, looks one step away from shattering completely, "I promise. Look, they're taking her to the watchtower, let's get you cleaned up and then we'll go see her, ok?"
"ok."
The second Wally gets to the watchtower, he's speeding to the infirmary, settling into a chair at your bedside and refusing to leave. Even when Dick tries to get him to clean up, the best he can manage is a wet wipe over the speedster's face like he's cleaning up a messy toddler.
"Wally, seriously, she wouldn't want you to—"
Dick's attempt at an intervention goes out the window the second you let out a small groan and your eyes start to flicker open. Wally's on his feet instantly, chair scraping across the floor as he leans down to cup your face.
"Mm, Wally?"
"Yeah, honey, I'm here. I'm right here." He let out a relieved laugh, tears welling in his eyes again.
"I feel like shit, don't let me do that again." You groaned, and Wally's laughter turned somewhat hysterical.
You'd never get the chance to. You'd be lucky if he ever let you out of his sight again.
GARTH
He's exhausted. Beyond exhausted, really. His entire body is one big ball of pain, and all Garth wants to do is collapse face-first onto the nearest surface and sleep for a month, at least.
Roy claps him on the back, but Garth barely hears a word he says, too busy scanning his surroundings, hoping to catch even a glimpse of you.
Finally recognising Garth's not paying the slightest attention, Roy pulls back with a concerned look. "Hey man, you good?"
"He's looking for her." Donna wriggled her brows suggestively, letting out a giggle as Garth's cheeks flushed pink.
"Who?"
"You're so oblivious." Donna rolled her eyes, shoving Roy for his obliviousness and giving Garth the opportunity to escape.
Donna wasn't exactly wrong. Instantly, he's on the lookout for you, pushing through the crowd of heroes and rubble until he finds himself in a park of all places.
The space is somehow mostly untouched by the carnage, the soft, green grass tickling the soles of his feet that mindlessly carry him through the park. It's quiet, peaceful, the sort of place you'd gravitate towards, probably the reason he'd ended up there.
You were similar in that vein, outsiders. Even with the Titans who'd become his family, Garth still often felt just a twinge off kilter, like he didn't quite belong.
Yet you never made him feel like that. If anything, being in your presence was the most he'd ever felt at peace, like he was where he was supposed to be.
You were special, you were—
The sight of a familiar glove, lying across the ground in his peripheral vision, has Garth's heart stopping. Adjusting his trajectory, his panic crescendos as he rounds the tree blocking his view, only to find you curled up against the roots.
Dropping to his knees, he calls your name desperately, tears already welling in his eyes as his hands cradle your face.
"Mm, Garth?" You grumble hoarsely, blinking lethargically up at the hulking mass of panicked man suddenly in your sunlight.
"You're... You're ok?" He exhales, heart still pounding against his chest in panic, threatening to burst from his chest.
"Wha? 'Course I am."
"I thought—" Garth swallowed shakily, "I saw you lying here and I thought you were hurt, or—"
"M'fine." You reassured, bringing a hand up to hold his, "just tired. S'been a long day."
"So you decided to what? Take a nap on the ground here?"
"Exactly." You nodded sagely, like you couldn't see a single thing wrong with your decision.
"You couldn't make it to a bed anywhere?" He sighed exasperatedly even as his gaze turned fond.
You're already shaking your head, eyes sliding closed again as you relax against the grass. "Too far. Now shhh, it's sleepy time."
With a swiftness and strength belying your rampant exhaustion, you've managed to pull Garth down into the grass next to you, swinging a leg over his hip and snuggling into his chest.
His poor heart, already run ragged from the scare you'd unintentionally given him, starts hammering against his rib cage once more. Muscles rigid and tense, it takes Garth a few minutes to calm down, hesitance lacing his movements before he eventually wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you closer.
You don't speak again, but you let out a pleased-sounding hum at the gesture before your breathing evens out, and you fall asleep on his chest just like that.
He's a little envious of how simply and quickly you succumb to sleep, when, despite his own exhaustion, Garth doubts he could get a wink even if he wanted to.
Not that he's too upset with the prospect. For now, Garth's more than content to let himself enjoy the moment, memorising the feel of you in his arms and, for the first time, truly allowing himself to imagine a future full of moments like this.
KORIAND'R
The threat is neutralised, the fight long over, but Kori can't combat the nervous, frenetic energy buzzing beneath her skin.
She can't find you.
You always check in, even if you're dead tired and on the brink of death itself, you always manage to contact her, to let her know you're ok. But it's been hours since she heard from you, and even as she tries her best to quash the negative thoughts, Kori feels as if she's on the brink of a breakdown.
It wasn't like you were in separate parts of the globe either; you'd been fighting alongside the Titans in Bludhaven, slipping seamlessly into the team dynamic even if you weren't technically a member yourself.
Were you alone? Hurt? Scared?
She knows she shouldn't entertain such thoughts. You were probably fine, likely held up doing your part to help in the aftermath. You always were.
Still, that anxious, uneasy pit in her gut grew until it weighed on her like a physical burden. Kori's aware she's spiralling, that she needs to slow down and take a breath, but she just can't.
Not when you could be dead. You could be dead, and she'd have been none the wiser. You could have died, alone and in pain and —
"Starfire!" At the call of her name, Kori turns, "There's someone trapped under the rubble here!"
She's moving before Roy finishes speaking, forcing herself to push all thoughts of you to the side. Right now, someone needed her help, someone—
Kori's knees falter, causing her to stumble a little as Roy exclaims in shock.
When had she landed?
She'd been flying, that much she remembers, but then Kori had seen the arm poking out from beneath the slab of concrete wall. Even covered in dust and coloured a sickening grey, Kori could recognise the pattern of your suit.
A wail builds in her throat, and suddenly she's flinging slabs of cement like they weigh nothing.
When had she moved?
Her hands were tearing through the wreckage with a single-minded focus, an agonised sob wracking her frame as the debris cleared enough for her to see you.
"Oh shit," Roy whispered in the background, before he too was moving, sliding to his knees beside a hysterical Kori as the alien pulled your limp form into her arms.
"Oh shit," he hissed again, when the form of a small child you'd evidently been shielding with your own body was revealed.
Miraculously, the kid stirs seemingly completely unharmed, peering up at Arsenal as the archer swoops him up easily, scanning for injuries as he heads for the improvised medical tent.
"Raven, Kori needs you." He grimly calls, trying to put aside his own grief for the sake of the child you'd sacrificed yourself for.
That's how Raven finds Kori, wailing into your hair as she clutches your body like you'll evaporate if she relaxes her grip even a fraction.
"Kori, I'm..." Raven trails off, resting a consoling hand on her friend's shoulder, only to pause in surprise when she doesn't quite feel the nothingness she expected from you.
"Kori! Kori, she's alive!" Raven exclaimed, already conjuring her magic, kneeling opposite you and the distraught Tamaranean.
Kori's too far gone to hear a thing Raven says, her cries turning to soft sniffles when you suddenly lurch in her grasp, bursting into a fit of hacking coughs.
"What—What happened?" You wheezed, sluggishly attempting to orient yourself.
"You were squished." Kori half laughed, half sobbed. "Raven unsquished you."
You take a few moments to register her words, letting the oxygen flow into your aching lungs. "You know, if this is the reception I get after a life-threatening injury, maybe I should do it more often."
"Don't even joke about that!" Kori hissed, tears still marring her cheeks, before she leaned down to kiss you, pouring every ounce of love and desperation into the action as you melted against her.
So worth it.
DICK GRAYSON
Dick's pretty sure something in his arm is broken, if the dull ache that's steadily increasing and the limb's uncooperative nature is anything to go by.
He's never been more thankful for the adrenaline coursing through his veins, especially when he's still searching for you; he can't afford to be waylaid by something as meagre as a broken arm.
"Help!" A small voice catches his and every hero in the vicinity's attention, but Dick's the closest, and instinct has him moving to the little girl's side in a blink.
She’s hysterical, holding onto her baby brother as they both blubber out words Dick can hardly decipher. Taking her hand, Dick lets the girl lead him through the streets as fast as her little legs can take her.
"S’all my fault!" She hiccuped, "She got hurt saving us."
Before Dick can ask for my information he catches sight of what she means. It’s you. Slumped against a wall with a sickening amount of blood staining your side. He can’t tell if you’re breathing and you don’t even flinch when he frantically calls your name.
Scooping the girl and her brother up in his arms, Dick quickly closed the distance, setting them to the side as he checks your pulse.
It’s clinical, robotic movements that are second nature to him by now. Even then, there’s a minute tremble to his hands as Dick mentally prepares himself for the worst.
At the feel of gloved hands on your face and neck your eyes spring open, dazed but still alert enough to recognise the man crouched in front of you.
Dick nearly swears in relief before he remembers the little audience sniffling at his side.
"Nightwing? What… where are the kids? Are the kids ok?" You try to sit up, looking around in alarm as Dick firmly tried to keep you in place.
"They’re here, they’re both fine, not a scratch. Why don’t you worry about yourself for once?" He tries for casual but misses the mark so spectacularly that even in your near delirious state you can hear his concern.
"I look that bad huh?" You try to joke, only to wince at the stinging tug on your injuries.
"Never, you’re as gorgeous as always." The conviction in his voice takes you aback, leaving you speechless as your sluggish mind fails to articulate a response.
You’re suddenly very aware of how close he is, of the gentle way his hand cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing absentminded circles into your skin.
Leaning into his touch, your eyes slip closed without your permission, a wave of exhaustion consuming you, weighing down your leaden limbs.
"Hey, none of that now. Keep your eyes open, you hear me?" Dick snaps, shaking you slightly when you fail to comply with his demand.
"M’sorry birdie." You hum mournfully, unable to even open your eyelids that suddenly feel heavier then ever, "m’trying, m’just so…tired…"
"No! Don’t you dare give up on me. You’re ok, you’re gonna be ok, you’re —" His voice tapers off, as tears suddenly blind his vision and his chest constricts.
He’s vaguely aware that the little girl beside him has started to cry again, but Dick can’t even find it in himself to comfort her, not when he’s barely holding it together himself.
A firm hand clasping his shoulder brings him back from the brink of a complete panic attack and Dick turns to stare frenzied and wide eyed at Star Sapphire.
"Nightwing, I can heal her, but I need you to calm down."
"You can?" He doesn’t dare get his hopes up but already his breathings started to come easier as he stares at the heroines determined face.
"I can, but I need you to focus on your love for her."
Had she been anyone else Dick would’ve scoffed, but it’s easy enough to comply with the request.
Loving you comes as easily as breathing to him, if anything, he’d be unable to not focus on his complete and utter adoration.
Dick watches with bated breath as Carol’s hands hover over your side, a bright pink light caressing your form as she sets about healing the damage you’d sustained.
Your eyes flicker open, alert and confused as you crane your neck to stare at Star Sapphire and then him and Dick nearly sobs with relief, pulling you into a desperate hug that has you squeaking.
He holds you gently, unwilling to exacerbate and lingering injuries, but tightly nonetheless as he buries his face in your shoulder.
"I nearly lost you." He croaks, "You nearly —"
"Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?" A little voice suddenly interrupts him, and Dick pulls back swiftly, suddenly aware of their audience, cheeks flushed slightly.
"What?"
"The pink lady says you're in love. I think you should get married and have babies." The girl nodded knowingly.
Dick takes a few seconds to ponder her words before turning to you with a grin, "Well, you heard her."
You roll your eyes, but your face is unbearably fond as you place your hands on his neck. "Take me to dinner first"
Tim Drake, Connor Kent, Garth, Kyle Rayner x gn!reader
Summary💋: You spot your boyfriend while he was out on patrol, and the first thing that came to your mind was to give him a big ol’ smooch while he was in his suit. You’ve wanted to for so long, why not now?
No warnings, all fluff and kisses!
Tim Drake |
Drake was patrolling around Gotham, in his little suit that probably was much needed for an updo. He didn’t spot you immediately, you were just taking a nightly stroll in the lovely streets of Gotham, filled with alarms blaring and gunshots every second.
When he does finally spot you, he immediately hops down from the building and stops you in your tracks.
“What are you doing out here so late? It’s Gotham, you shouldn’t be out here alone.” He immediately interrogates you.
“Relax, I’m fine. Plus, I get to see you on patrol, I never get too… which means I get to do one more thing.” You tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“No. No. Not in patrol, we’ve talked about this your dream of kissing me in the suit stays in the bedroom.” He says, his body pulling towards you but he keeps his face at a distance.
He knows that you’ll lunge at him to meet his lips. He also knows that once you start you don’t stop, and he can’t risk getting caught in the back of the Batmobile.
“Come one, one little smooch. For me?” You whined, giving your best puppy eyes.
“Fine. One smooch.” He sighed, and he felt your lips meets his.
But of course, he knew he shouldn’t trust you.
You loved being able to kiss him in the suit, it made you feel like you were kissing a real hero. It was different than just kissing Tim. One smooch turned into a full make out session in the alley, and every time Tim felt your lips, his brain basically shut downed.
“Okay- okay! You got your kiss.. I need to stay on patrol…. But get on home safely… and be ready for me on the couch.” He said before shooting his grappling hook and going away. Your smile went away as quick as it came.
He’s not gonna leave your grasp when you get home.
Connor Kent |
You had spotted Connor in the middle of the city, fighting off some random creature. Normal day for him, and unfortunately you.
As he grabbed some random piece of cement, he spotted you and gave you a wink before throwing it at the already beaten up guy, knocking them out.
He just dusted off himself, flying towards you and grabbing you in his arms before flying back up to some random building top. Yet he didn’t let you down yet.
“Hello damsel, thought I told you to stay away from danger.” He said with a smirk.
You just rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.
“I just happened to stubble upon you. I was completely safe.” You pouted, feeling his chest rumble from a small chuckle leaving his voice.
“I think you just wanted to see me in action.” He said smuggly.
“Maybe… yknow you still owe me a kiss in your suit.” You slyly mention.
Maybe you wanted to stumble upon him just so you could ask.. maybe not. No one needs to know.
“Ahh, so that’s the truth. All you needed to do was ask, beauty.” He said, before moving a piece of your hair behind your ear and connecting your lips to his in a passionate kiss.
During the kiss, he slowly lets you down on the ground, landing on your feet as you keep your lips connected. When you finally break away, you felt like you were seeing stars.
“Good enough for you?” He asked as he pulled away.
“Nope!” You responded, a lie, to grab his face again and pull him back in.
You could never deny a man in a suit. And he just happens to wear one with a big “S” that makes me all the more hotter.
Garth |
You had spotted Garth on the shore, seeing him in his suit after helping out fight against some sort of sea monster.
He stepped away from dick and the rest when he spotted you, pulling you aside.
“Hey.. didn’t expect to find you here.” He said with a small smile.
“Wanted to see you in your suit.. all nice and handsome.” You responded, seeing the small tint to his cheeks.
You weren’t lying, you knew he would be over here and wanted to see him in action. And maybe finally in act a kiss with him in hero mode. You’ve wanted it for so long.
“Yeah? Did you think I looked cool because I thought-“ he was interrupted, shocked to feel yours lips, giving him a kiss.
It took him a moment before he realized he should probably close his eyes, bringing you closer. He knew you loved seeing him in his suit, just surprised to feel you immediately start kissing him.
When you finally pulled away after so long (he never let go until you did), he giggled at you giving smooches all over his face.
“Hey! That’s enough now, I’ve gotta help with clean up!” He said, feeling all giddy with each of your kisses all over his face. It definitely left some marks.
You groaned and let him go, waiting in a bench until he was done so you could keep kissing him.
Kyle Rayner |
You happened to be in the middle of a fight happening. You don’t know what happened, you were just taking a walk and BAM! Green lanterns and some rando bad guy just so happen to show up.
You just snuck away to the side to save yourself getting hurt in the worst way possible. While stepping aside, you see your boyfriend, Kyle, show up next to the red rod his team.
It always made you happy now knowing it was him in the suit. You loved seeing him do green lantern stuff. In fact, you begged to have him use his ring in the bedroom, who was well worth getting on your hands and knees for.
While spotting him, he later spotted you. However, after shouting your name, he was distracted and didn’t see the large pole coming at him. You winced, seeing him get knocked down. God, even doing hero work he was still a dork.
You quickly ran to him, wanting to make sure he was okay. He was groaning, the fight happening behind you guys.
“Hey.. I’m fine, just need help getting up.” He groaned, rubbing his head.
“Are you sure? Yknow paying attention is apart of the job.” You said, and see him use his ring to move the pole off him.
“I’m fine, really. You’re the one that shouldn’t be around a fight.” He huffed, propping himself up.
“Well if you’re really fine then I guess I don’t need to kiss you all better.” You flirted, knowing exactly what you were doing.
Not your fault you’ve wanted to kiss him suited up. He always denied, saying you shouldn’t be near him while he’s fighting to be away from danger. Well, look where you are now, and guess which ones beat up?
“I lied, I’m actually feeling awful everywhere.” He immediately responded, both of you ignoring the chaos happening behind you.
You smiled, giving him smooches all over, leaving Kyle flustered and happy, a stupid flustered smirk on his face.
You moved, kissing his lips, a million smooches on them. You loved butterfly kisses.
When you finally stopped, Kyle got back up, helping you up as well.
“I’ll meet you after, Damsel.. and I’ll need plenty more kisses to heal.” He smirked, flying back up to help.
You smiled but huffed. God he was so love-able but so cringy at the same time. You know he me tally slapped himself after saying that, too.
Thank you sm for reading! Another a/n ask, loved it >•<
Debrief: you invite Garth over for family dinner at your home
Case Notes: for @neera500, Enjoy!
The first thing you realized was that inviting an Atlantean to a family dinner on land was… maybe not your most thought-out idea.
Sure, Garth had saved you once; dragged you out of the river during that freak boating accident last summer, and since then, he’d become one of your closest friends. He’d introduced you to bioluminescent coral and you’d introduced him to pumpkin spice lattes, so you figured ‘why not introduce him to your family’s chaotic annual holiday dinner’ too?
You did not, however, anticipate him arriving at your front door looking like the cover of an undersea romance novel.
Dark hair tied back. Sharp jawline. A turtleneck (which you were ninety percent sure was borrowed from Dick Grayson). And the faintest scent of saltwater, clinging to him like he’d brought the ocean with him.
Your mom took one look at him and almost dropped the casserole.
“Oh, hello,” she said, her tone doing that thing moms’ voices do when they see a good-looking man.
“Hi,” Garth said politely. “I’m Garth. I, uh, rescued your child once.”
You nearly choked.
“Saved me, Mom, not ‘rescued me’— he’s being dramatic.”
But your mom was already ushering him in with an enthusiastic, “Well, any friend of my baby’s, or hero, apparently, is more than welcome!”
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Dinner was going fine. Mostly.
Until your uncle asked what Garth did for a living.
“I’m, uh… in water management,” Garth said smoothly.
“Like plumbing?”
You nearly choked on your mashed potatoes.
“…Something like that,” Garth said diplomatically.
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Later that night, after dessert, everyone was in a food coma in the living room watching the fire crackle. You and Garth slipped out onto the porch for some fresh air— him in his borrowed coat, you clutching a mug of cocoa.
“You handled that really well,” you teased, bumping his shoulder. “My uncle’s convinced you’re secretly a plumber.”
Garth smirked. “I do deal with leaks sometimes.”
You burst out laughing. “Please never say that again.”
He looked at you then, the kind of look that softened around the edges, the one he sometimes gave you after a long dive or when you told a bad joke just to see him smile.
“I had a good time tonight,” he said quietly, “Your family is… warm. Loud. Very… land-based.”
You grinned. “That’s one way to put it.”
There was a beat of silence, the snow still falling, faint sounds of laughter drifting from inside.
Then, almost shyly, he added, “I also… wanted to tell you something.”
You blinked. “Oh?”
“I’ve been trying to figure out how to say it, but… I like being here. With you. More than I thought I would. Not just tonight, I mean, in general. You make the surface world feel like home.”
Your brain short-circuited for about three full seconds.
“…Are you— are you confessing under my mom’s Christmas lights right now?”
Garth flushed a little— which looked extra unfair because Atlanteans didn’t just blush, they glowed. A faint shimmer ran up his neck, “…Maybe.”
You grinned so hard your cheeks hurt, “Wow. Romantic and bioluminescent. Tough act to follow.”
He laughed, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed your cheek. Warm. Careful. Sincere.
“Next time,” he murmured, “I’ll try to bring something for your mom too. It’s only polite.”
“Oh, great,” you said, deadpan. “Can’t wait for her to tell everyone her kid’s dating Aquaman.”
“I’m not Aquaman.”
“Try telling her that.”
You both dissolved into laughter, snow still falling around you, the scent of pine and cocoa filling the air. The ocean boy and the land girl, finding warmth in the weirdest, most wonderful way possible.
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a smutty lil smth i cooked up as an apology for still not finishin the Valentine's event (im so sorry, tis comin i swear!!)
Wally x reader | one-sided Garth x reader x Wally (he's pining for both them)
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Garth was screwed.
Well and truly screwed.
Actually - he was beyond screwed; Garth was fucked.
Absolutely fucked.
He hadn't meant to stumble upon the video - hadn't even known there was a video to stumble upon in the first place, really - but now that he was so far in, the thought of clicking away somehow seemed worse than seeing his 'mistake' through to the end.
His hand moved slow along his cock as he watched, face flushed with a delicious mix of embarrassed arousal, two of his closest friends makeout lazily as they grinded against each other. The angle of the camera cut off just enough of your faces that nobody would ever really know who it was, but his keen ears caught the adoring giggles between kisses, his gaze repeatedly locking itself on hands unable to stay away from freshly bitten flesh for too long. You and Wally could try to hide it as much as either of you wanted, but Garth knew his friends better than anyone.
He knew it was Wally absentmindedly tracing patterns into your skin with his free hand, never really able to keep to himself whenever you're involved.
He knew it was you he heard whine every time Wally shifted his hand when you got close.
He knew it was Wally laughing softly at you each time, pressing an apology kiss to your cheek with the inevitably broken promise of, "next time, babe."
He knew it was your hips he was watching rock against Wally's hand, a sweet little bullet vibe pressed right where you craved it most. It was planned, then, he deduced with a whimper. Wally could've used his speedster ability to vibrate his hand against you, he didn't need a toy for that - which meant it wasn't just a spur of the moment thing; the two of you were doing this for an audience.
Garth could be selfish, then, imagining it was a video recorded and sent directly to him instead of something he happened to find while browsing the porn side of twitter.
It didn't take a genius to figure out Wally was a minute man, though he definitely had the stamina to make up for it. His cock drooled far too much against you for it to just be pre, especially with the way Wally's free hand occasionally gripped you tight as a stronger spurt landed on your skin, and fuck was that hot. Garth felt shame crawl down his spine at the realisation that his own cock twitched and gave a sweet spurt of pre from the sight alone - from watching Wally cum for almost every time he denied you that exact pleasure.
He gave in to your sweet whines eventually, holding the toy against you as you moaned into his shoulder, his flesh caught between your teeth. Garth watched, absorbed and enamoured with every little sound that tumbled from your lips, barely even realising when he came right along with the two of you.
"Bleh," You made a face as your cheek came into contact with saliva instead of Wally's shoulder.
"You're the one that bit me, babe." Wally pointed out with a snicker as he turned off the camera, the video ending while Garth had to come to terms with what just happened.
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i know i knowwwww tis super short but it came to me at 2am and i feel like Garth needs more rep
garth knows knocking isn't an option, he learned that long ago when it came to your household, but the thought of leaving you alone after your text didn't even cross his mind.
one minute your room is four walls, the sound of your laptop fan about to take off from overheating, and the muffled sound of your mom on the phone downstairs, twisting some story about your attitude because she couldn't possibly be in the wrong. the next, there's the soft sound of your window being pushed up and a gust of cold winter air as garth is sliding himself through the opening, and you're clearly too used the routine as you barely even flinch. definitely not because you had more self deprecating thoughts on what or who it could be.
"first of all," garth begins, the heel of his palm pushing the window back down, pushing the little sliding locks into place, "you are not leaving that unlocked anymore." he attempts to joke, trying for a grin but it doesn't make it when he finally looks at you. you, who is curled up on your side, eyes a little puffy, nose red from rubbing, looking like you've fully given up on even existing anymore.
he doesn't hesitate to drop onto your bed, one leg bent up before he leans, ducking his head to get into your line of sight, nudging your phone away. "hey, sweetheart.. look at me?" his voice is soft, that same one he uses when he's coaxing you into trying new things on a menu or getting your attention off something making you anxious.
you don't look up right away, you can't, because you know the moment you see him there's a chance you'll start crying all over again - thankfully, he is patient. eventually, with a sigh, your gaze shifts and you glance at him, earning an exhale that sounds like he hadn't let out a single breath the whole time.
"there you are," he mumbles, hands raising to brush your hair back before settling at your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheek. "i'm not here for explanations, okay? i don't need to hear about what was said, what was done, how the day fell apart, none of it if you don't feel like talking about it," he shifts forward, leaning to nudge his nose against your temple, "i just need you to know i'm here, not going anywhere. getting a text that says 'im tired of life' in the middle of the night is a blaring emergency to me."
you don't say anything, just sniffle, giving a tiny nod just for the sake of letting him know you're listening. he accepts, finally sliding to fully stretch the length of your bed, not bothering to make a fuss as he tugs you into him, hand cradling the back of your head, letting you hide against his nose crumbled hoodie. he frowns to himself feeling the way your fingers curl into the material, his hold on your tightening just a little more. "if i could stop it, i would," he whispers, tilting his head to press his nose to your crown, "but, for tonight, let her yell and let the world suck for a bit, because you get me until the sun's up. stupid hoodie, no phone, and as much breathing without tears as we can manage."
[ for someone v special and to anyone else who may be, perhaps, dealing with similar situations. ]
trans guy, love sports exercising and swimming, very passionate and confident but also a bit of a pussy when it comes to confrontation/arguments, but i also tend to be very opinionated 😧
spend my spare time with my friends mostly, very sociable but do need my time to do nothing except sleep, i love cod and am very interested in history ok bye
me and the crystal ball have found two people for you
your dc suitor is Garth of Shayeris
Perhaps it's a little too on the nose to choose someone who so dearly loves the sea, but it's one thing the two of you have in common, not to mention the fact that the two of you have an independent spirit that will run in good complement to each other. He's a more calm and restrained spirit, so the two of you will be able to work well together as he takes you under the sea to explore the beauties underneath :)
your marvel suitor is Lin Lie (Iron Fist)
Someone who's got something to prove, Lin Lie walks around with a bit of a cocky attitude and chip on his shoulder, but it's only because he's got a vulnerable side that needs to be coaxed out of him. The two of you will work together in the sense that you'll both grow together as you fall in love, and once you have him, you got him. Lin Lie is in your corner forever to cheer you on in your athletic endeavors while you admire him in his hehe ;)
