Young Justice/DC x Reader Oneshots!

Red Arrow x Reader: Mornin', Babe

I just HAD TO write this when I came across a fluff prompt! Here's the list I got it from, if ya wanna check it out; http://smollmikey.tumblr.com/post/134597616053/fluffyblushy-sentence-starters

Prompt: "I would've had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn't want to wake you."

 2nd person POV

With a blissful sigh, you rolled over gently, snuggling your face deeper against the warm, toned body that lied next to you on your rather small bed. The sunlight, which shyly peeked into the room through the window's blinds, illuminated your boyfriend's hair, making it shine a fiery, passionate tone of red.

God, how someone could be so darn comfortable and cozy, you had no clue. Not that you cared. As long as Roy was yours, and you were his, such affairs didn't matter.

It's decided; this is the best way ever to wake up.

You couldn't help but glance up at Roy, and admired his sleeping face. He usually slept with a troubled or scowling expression, but whenever you were curled up in his arms, he'd rest with a small, seemingly relieved smile. Sometimes, you couldn't help but wonder what he dreamed about when you weren't with him, why he'd twitch more and grumble more frantically. Once, he had confessed it was because he often dreamed about losing you. And that was rather ironic, considering the fact that you should be the one fretting over losing him. He constantly went on missions as Red Arrow, after all.

You weren't complaining though, not at all! Knowing that he cared and cherished you so much made you feel loved. And honestly, you hoped he felt the same way when he'd come back home only to see you had stayed up late again, waiting for him. You hoped he realized how sincere you were when you'd whisper that you were worried about him, as your hands would gently skim across his skin, stitching up his wounds...

You hadn't noticed your eyes had fluttered back shut until a small grunt escaped from Roy's slightly-parted lips. You observed soundlessly as he shifted a little, getting more comfortable. Due to this, his cheek ended up on your arm. You thought, as he drowsily brought you closer against him, that he'd move his head, but nope.

Finally, he settled down, going quiet. You simply stared before sighing silently. You had wanted to stay with him just a little longer and then get up, not spend another hour watching him sleep his life away.

But, you didn't have a choice. There was no getting out of this now, unless you woke him in the process, which you most definitely wouldn't do...

"Mmm... (Y/N)?"

To your surprise, it was not an eternity, but merely thirty minutes later that Roy's sleepy voice broke the room's silence. Smiling faintly, you opened up your eyes, meeting groggy blue ones.

"Right here, Roy."

He returned the smile, his gaze lighting up significantly at the sight of you. He reached out to stroke your cheek lovingly. "Mornin', babe..."

You leaned into his pleasant touch, giggling slightly. "Good morning. Hungry?"

Finally freeing you from his embrace, Roy rolled over onto his back, stretching with a mighty yawn before admitting, "Actually, I am. Breakfast?"

You crawled on top of him, kissing his nose before whispering truthfully, "I would've had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn't want to wake you."

Your boyfriend blushed intensely at this. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his face as he stammered, "O-Oh, sorry, I didn't know, a-and, you could've woken me, you know-"

"Roy," you cut him off crossly, although you couldn't help but smirk as you continued. "We're dating. You don't have to be embarrassed about having slept with your head on my arm, out of all things!"

"Oh," he scratched the back of his neck nervously, "Right... Y'know, I'm pretty lucky to have you."

Raising an eyebrow teasingly, you prompted him to go on with an innocent, "What makes you say that?"

"Well, you deal with me and my thick head. That's good enough for me."

You couldn't help but burst out laughing. "I guess I do! One learns to love your thick head though..."

"Oh, and you also totally bring my breakfast to bed," Roy hinted, affectionately intertwining his hands with yours.

You frowned slightly. You could see right through him. He was trying to get on your good side so you'd make breakfast and offer it to him on a golden platter, wasn't he?

Sitting up straight, you crossed your arms and playfully glared down at him. "Umm, no way? If you want breakfast, Roy Harper, you'll have to get off your lazy butt!"

"What about Red Arrow?" Roy suggested coyly, hiding a grin.

"Him too." Hopping off the bed, you rushed out of your shared room and toward the kitchen.

From behind you, you heard him call out helplessly, "Wait, (Y/N)! Don't abandon me here!! Help me out of bed, at least!"

You simply giggled, ignoring the silly pleas that followed.

Roy could be the laziest boyfriend ever, but that's just the way you loved him.