💅 ──── summary: your boyfriend helps you pick a nail polish color, which happens to be a similar shade to a certain vigilante's bow and arrow (wc: 489).
- notes: "babe" nickname mentioned, roy kisses your temple but other than that nothing crazy, probs ooc roy, i tried to make reader as gender neutral as possible, i hope you enjoy everyone <3
“alright babe, which color should i go for?” you ask, holding up the bottles of nail polish so that your boyfriend can get a better look from his seat on the couch in front of you.
lowering the bow he was currently cleaning and glancing down at you from where you’re seated on the floor, roy looks back and forth between the shimmering plum shade in your left hand, and the bold teal in your right; mulling over the options in his head.
tilting his head slightly to the side and furrowing his brows, the ginger opens and closes his mouth, a response dying on his tongue as he mentally argues with himself on asking you a question of his own.
“...do you mind if i pick the color this time? i’m not saying that you have bad taste in nail polish, but i think this is the first time i’ve actually been here to see the process, so i wanna get all sorts of involved,” your boyfriend babbles out, excitement evident in his tone, eyes lighting up at the thought of being able to pick a color.
letting out a chuckle, you nod your head ‘yes’ and place the nail polish bottles in your hands down, patting the floor beside you as an invitation, a small smile on your face as you look up at your boyfriend, amused at his question.
letting out a sigh of relief, roy places his bow down to lean against the side of the couch and quickly makes his way onto the floor beside you, stretching his legs out in front of him as he slowly grabs your bag full of nail polish, gently digging through the array of colors.
“how about this one? it has a certain charm to it, don’t you think?”
glancing to your boyfriend’s hand, you now see that the shade of red he picked happens to be oddly similar to the color of his bow. cocking a brow, you look at the nail polish shade, and then back at him, amused with his color choice.
“are you saying that because you genuinely like the color, or because that red happens to be an almost exact color match to your bow?”
“...can’t two things be true at once?” your boyfriend mutters out, lazy smirk forming into a full on grin as he twists the bottle at different angles, looking anywhere but your face; knowing that he was playing coy.
letting out a scoff, you give your boyfriend a light shove to the chest, your own smile growing as he lets out a small chuckle from your faux annoyance. “roy william harper, you are absolutely ridiculous,” you say, gently taking the nail polish bottle from his hand and shaking it, getting ready to start painting.
“and you love me regardless!” the ginger responds, leaning over to give you a kiss to the side of your head, lips hitting your temple.