If youāre afraid of your own dreams, youāre welcome here in mine <3
š³šššš š she/her, 19, canadian. theoretical lover girl. @celestialstateofmind Ėź°į ā ą»ź±Ė made of stardust. š¦š®š„šš¢ššš§ššØš¦ š°š«š¢ššš«. š dad!hal jordan connoisseur. home of ābugā jordan and āsweet peaā rayner.
Pairing(s): conner kent x jordan!reader, dad!hal jordan x daughter!reader
In Which: being on the roof during an alien invasion really isnāt a great idea.
Info: two uses of y/n. allusion to injury. a little bit of angst. reader imaginatively describes an unlikely scenario in which they die. reader is stressing hal tf out. 791 words.
This is probably a stupid thing to do, you think to yourself as you hurry up the stairs of your apartment building, glancing at the grainy livestream on your phone every two steps. A few minutes later and youāve finally made it to the last landing, pushing open the access door to your roof and heading outside.
There is, unsurprisingly, no one else around at the moment, but itās not like a lot of people went up to the roof anyways; and they certainly didnāt during the middle of an alien invasion. You, however, were not currently experiencing the same level of concern as your neighbours, considering youāve brought your binoculars.
The battleās focused a few blocks away, and even without your binoculars you can see a green Optimus Prime-looking construct; no doubt one of Kyleās creations. A look down at your phone shows that the livestreamās still going, someone closer to the area recording it from their window for the world to see.
Itās in that instant that an unfortunate sequence of events occurs. You watch your screen as something gets knocked into and bounces off of a building and goes flying off camera, in the direction ofā¦ your apartment building. Your eyes flick from the screen to the sky.
Youāre starting to think the universe really hates Jordans.
You donāt get hit with the weight of impact. Just a whoosh of air that, if you werenāt already crouched down, wouldāve knocked you off balance. You raise your head from your arms, blinking at the person in front of you, a chunk of something held above them.
āHi,ā He says, a slight smirk on his face, though his eyes show concern. āIām Superboy.ā
Your eyes drop to the insignia on his chest. āI can see that.ā You glance back up at the concrete in his hands. āAre you gonna put that somewhere? Preferably not near me.ā
āRight. One second.ā Heās gone and back again before you can blink, holding his hand out to you. āYou alright, uhā¦?ā He trails off, realizing he doesnāt know what to call you.
āY/n.ā You say, offering your name as he helps you up. āAnd Iām still here, so Iād say Iāmāāyou catch sight of a nearing green glow and let out a nervous laughāāin big trouble.ā
Kon opens his mouth, a barrage of questions on the tip of his tongueāthough he doesnāt get the chance to ask them, watching as Green Lantern stops short of barrelling into you.
You try not to think too much about the expression on your fatherās face as he checks you over for scrapes and bruises. Itās an expression youāve only seen a few times in your life, the most prominent memory of it from when you were eleven and your flu symptoms stuck around for a little too long.
When he sees youāre okay, his face shifts, and some of the tension leaves his shoulders. You think youāre in the clear when he presses a kiss to the top of your head, but that assumption goes out the window the second he makes eye contact with you.
Hal squeezes your shoulders, gently shaking you as he bellows out a question. āAre you insane?!ā
Ohh, Kon thinks to himself as the realization hits. Youāre that Y/n.
You let out a little huff as you reply to your fatherās (albeit rhetorical) query. āDad, Iām fine. This guyāāYou make a vague gesture towards Kon, whoās still hovering a few feet awayāācaught the thing.ā
āI have a name,ā Kon interjects, though neither you nor your father pay any attention to his comment.
āHe wouldnāt have had to if you were inside where youāre supposed to be.ā
āInside? Like, inside the building made of concrete with a bunch of windows that could break when something gets thrown at them and the shards could possibly embed themselves in my skin and lead to my untimely death?ā
āYouāā Hal pinches the bridge of nose, muttering something about alien invasions, children and grey hairs before looking back at you. āStairs.ā
Kon, whoās been, for the most part, silently observing the conversation looks between the two of you in confusion. āStairs?ā
Youāre ready with another protest, but the look on your fatherās face says not to push it. āFine.ā
āGood. Go. Now.ā
āIām going!ā You head towards the door, pausing at the entrance to look back. āHey, Superboy?ā You watch as Kon perks up at the sound of his moniker. āI like your jacket.ā With that you turn away, the door shutting behind you.
Hal turns his head to the side very slowly, eyes narrowing as he spots the grin spreading across Konās face. āNo.ā
Summary: having a beach day with your boyfriend <3
Content/CW: mostly cute n fluffy <3
ā requested as part of my 10K Celebration!
froggi yaps -> hello hi sorry this is so late š lowkey i just didnāt have the time or motivation to write this BUT its finally finished and i hope you guys love it <3
The sparkling blue of the sea is almost the same colour of Dickās eyes as he peers at you over the brim of his sunglasses. Heās grinning, head cocked slightly to the side, mess of dark waves falling into his face. Sunlight falls over his skin, catching on his freshly applied sunscreen and shimmering.
āCome on, sweetheart.ā He pleads, ājust for five minutes.ā
Your answer comes in the form of you kicking yourself further back on your chair and spreading the pages of your book further.
āI mean,ā he crouches to sit in the sand next to you, āwhatās the point of coming to the beach if youāre just gonna read?ā
Dick Grayson, as per usual, is absolutely relentless. He leans closer to you, sun-warmed skin tan and warm against yours. He squints to make out the words on the page youāre currently reading, eyebrows raising.
āIām relaxing,ā you say simply.
āYouāve got to be dying of heat. Come on,ā he reaches for your free hand, ājust take a dip with me.ā
You dogear the page and set your book between your legs. āI know you, Grayson. Itās never ājust a dipā with you.ā
His smile only spreads, a knowing look on his face. āWhatās so wrong with that?ā
And as if knowing youāre halfway to caving, he rises to his feet, making a big show to stretch his arms over his head. His biceps curl, muscles reflecting the golden sunlight. You canāt help but look, canāt help but trace your eyes up from the tanned muscle of his thigh, to the defined look of his abs, to the shiny white of his teeth.
You sigh. Itās the greatest curse, and blessing, that you happen to have the hottest boyfriend on the planet.
āOkay.ā You officially concede, ditching your stuff on the chair and rising to your feet. āFive minutes.ā
Dickās quick to run up to you and wrap his arms around you, squeezing you tight against his muscled chest. āYouāre the best.ā
āYouāre relentless.ā
āYou love it.ā
And unfortunately for you, you really really do.
Dick laces his fingers through yours and tugs you after him, the two of you making your way through the hot sand to where the shore meets the water. Gentle waves lap at the wet sand, your toes sinking into the soft ground.Ā
Dick wastes no time in running ahead and executing a perfect dive into the water, his body arcing and making a big splash as he hits it. You, not nearly as showboaty as Dick Grayson, slowly wade your way into the water until itās up to your chest.
Dick surfaces, shaking his wet hair out like a dog. āThe water is amazing.ā
He leans in so close you can see the water droplets running down his face and purses his lips, pressing them against yours. The cold water on his skin rubs against you and soothes the heat thatās soaked into you throughout the day.
āYouāre getting me wet,ā you cringe.
āIt wouldn't be the first time, right?ā
You smack his bicep. āShut up.ā
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Few things could bring you as much peace as watching your girlfriend go about her daily routines. From her eyes narrowed in concentration, to the way her fingers traced the perfect design, everything fit together perfectly, like a puzzle falling into place.
āMaybe ifā¦ I turn it a bit?ā Satyaās voice, soft-spoken, echoed in the quiet room; the words curled in her mouth, bending with her accent, somehow even more natural when she was speaking to herself.
Once satisfied, she finally raised her gaze to yours. Mechanical hand opened in offering, the hard-light snowflake shimmered softly.
I associate you with stories that invoke such poetically poignant emotion that bleeds raw detail and talent that is nurtured with each new entry in your catalogue
this is my nice way of saying Iām pursuing you in court for emotional damages
(@twentytomidnight) š¹š¹š¹
sksjsk you say such nice things to me Sol š Iāll frame your plaintiffās claim and hang it on my wall <3
My most favourite book is actually a middle grade one I read when I was ten and have never forgotten about. Itās called Love, Aubrey and itās about an eleven-year-old girl whoās living on her own after her mother abandoned her due to struggling with the grief of the deaths of Aubreyās father and younger sister, who died in a tragic car accident.
It is the most heart-wrenching story I have ever read, but itās written so beautifully and Aubreyās anguish is so raw and messy and real and itās just soooo
Thereās a scene where sheās playing house with her friends and just collapses and sheās screaming and digging in the dirt and yelling at the earth to give her back her family and that scene has been stuck in my mind ever since I first read it.
Whenever I write anything involving grief, loss or (fear of) abandonment I always think of that scene and the fear, the anger, terror and pain that Aubrey went through, and I try to weave in as much of those feelings that are relevant even if theyāre just hiding beneath the surface
If you were stuck on a 15 hour flight and wedged between two fictional characters. One Bad. One Good. Who would you pick? To make it worse the bad one is in the isle seat so you have to ask them to move when you have to get up to go to the restroom and whatever
Ooo okay letās see.
First thought for the good character was Princess Pink of Hearts aka my lovely pfp but I fear after ten hours and my inability to fall asleep on planes I would start getting annoyed by her bubbly personality :(
So! I would choose Jake Sisko as the good character since (ignoring the fact that he technically isnāt going to be born for another ~200ish years) we are relatively the same age and we are both writers so Iām sure we could find much to talk about šāāļø
For the bad character I would go withā¦ why did I just forget every fictional villain in existence.
Um. Pretending cats are allowed to sit on the people section of planes. Dex-Starr. I will win him over with treats, trust.
Headcanons on what Hal Jordan would be like as your uncle! | requested <3
Uncle!Hal who is committed to the role of āfun uncleā
Uncle!Hal who will toss you around like a football if youāre cool with that
Uncle!Hal who is always taking you on fun adventures
Uncle!Hal who gives you money every time he sees you despite being terminally broke
One time he gave you fifty dollars. You asked him if he was dying. (He was not.)
Uncle!Hal who lets you have as much candy and snacks as you want
Hey, heās not the one having to deal with your sugar crash later, thatās your parentsā problem
Uncle!Hal who proceeds every potentially unsafe action (e.g. climbing onto the roof to get a stuck frisbee) with the words āDo NOT ever do this. Your parent(s) will kill me.ā
He does not need to be up there. He can get the frisbee down with his ring. He is simply doing this for the love of the game
Uncle!Hal who goes through the seven stages of grief listening to you talk about what you did on the weekend
āCool, cool, cool. You did WHAT?ā Cue the internal dilemma of deciding whether to let it slide or turn it into a parenting moment
Uncle!Hal whoās always got your back when youāre in trouble
āGo easy on the kid, it couldāve been worse.ā
Headcanons on what Kyle Rayner would be like as your dad! | requested <3
Dad!Kyle who always encourages you when you start to doubt yourself
Dad!Kyle whoās so used to eating like a broke college student he has to (re)learn to cook meals that arenāt spaghetti or macānācheeseĀ
Dad!Kyle whoās self-conscious of his parenting abilities and is always questioning if he made the right decision on a matter
Dad!Kyle whose got a whole wall dedicated to your āmasterpiecesā that he keeps adding to as you grow
Heās got your crayon scribbles from when you were three, a very smiley lopsided flower from when you were seven, etc, etc
Dad!Kyle who helps you with last minute school projects with no complaints
He even ropes in other people to help. You need a popsicle stick bridge? Heās got John on facetime giving advice on where to place the support beams sticks so itāll hold the most weight. A mousetrap racer? Simon better answer his phone
Dad!Kyle who can get a bitā¦ over-protective at times
He doesnāt want you to feel like heās smothering you, but he also doesnāt want you to feel like he doesnāt care, so he ends up overcompensating and then feeling bad about it, ending with him apologizing to you. Heās still trying to figure out the right amount of parental involvement.
Dad!Kyle who will draw the most detailed pictures at your request when youāre outside playing with sidewalk chalk
Heās blending the colours, heās adding shadows, heās making the bunny rabbit look like itās about to bravely jump over the crack on the sidewalk
