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Her Love is in Your Head

Pairing: kyle rayner x fem!reader

Prompt: “you have to let me go.” | event masterlist

In Which: Kyle wakes up in another universe.

Info: angst. suggestive in 1 part. 2 uses of y/n. mention of death. loosely inspired by star trek tng season 5 ep 25 “the inner light”. 1,919 words. written for @juneofdoom. beta-read by the lovely @twentytomidnight

“Kyle?”

His eyes flutter open, squinting as he adjusts to the light of the early morning sun. His eyes slowly shift around the room, his sleep-addled brain realizing that he does not recognize his surroundings, that he does not recognize you— the beautiful woman kneeling on the bed beside him, gazing upon him with reverence.

“I didn’t think you were ever waking up,” you muse, gently brushing a few unruly strands of hair out of his face. “Did I really tire you out that much?”

Kyle opens his mouth to speak, but his uncertainty of the situation has too many questions flooding through his mind— who are you? Where are we? How did I get here?— so he settles instead on the one thing he is sure of. “My head hurts.”

You frown, pressing the palm of your hand against his forehead. “You are really hot. Your temperature, I mean.” Shifting, you grab your water bottle and hand it to him. “Here.” You watch with concern as he hurriedly drinks it down.

Your eyes dart to the clock on your bedside table. “I have to get ready for work, but I can make you some toast before I go, yeah?”

Kyle nods, watching you gather your things as you leave the room. He sits up slowly, looking around the room as he gathers his bearings. Finding nothing out of the ordinary about it (other than the fact that he doesn’t remember ever being in it before), he shifts his attention to the nightstand, opening the drawer and rummaging through it. 

Inside he finds a surplus of loose sketches, polaroids of the two of you that he has no recollection of. He picks one up, reading the small scrawl on the bottom. Y/N’s birthday. Well, at least he knew your name now. His attention turns to the far back corner, a small box tucked safely inside. He reaches for it and pops it open, staring down at the diamond ring it holds. It isn’t till that moment that he realizes his own ring, though not as grand in design as the one he is holding, is missing from its place on his hand. 

The door opens then, and Kyle quickly closes the box and returns it to its place, shutting the drawer just as you walk in.

“Here,” you say, rounding the bed and handing him the plate. “I put extra honey on it for you. Antioxidants and all that.”

“Thanks.” Kyle forces a smile, though the voice in his head tells him that his presence here is not right.

Your eyes scan his face. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can call in if—”

“No!” Kyle coughs awkwardly as he watches a look of shock cross your face. “I mean, I’ll be fine. You go. I’ll just… rest.”

You look like you’re about to protest, but think the better of it. “Alright. Just text me if you need anything, yeah?” You’re about to place a kiss on his cheek before you pause, deciding to avoid that too, and you gently squeeze his shoulder instead. “See you.” And with that, you take your leave.

Kyle listens as your footsteps get further away, as the door shuts and the lock clicks. He waits a few more moments to ensure you are gone before beginning his search for his missing green ring, moving the pillows and checking underneath the bed and in the pockets of the clothes that lay on the floor, only to come up with nothing. He goes through the dresser drawers, pausing his search to change before resuming it, but again, no ring.

He ventures out of the bedroom, searching the kitchen and living room, but there is still no sign of his ring anywhere. Just more pictures of the two of you at places he didn’t know with people he’d never met. He stares at them , wondering for a long while before coming to a conclusion.

He was in the wrong universe. Even worse, he was in the wrong body— one that looked like his, but did not feel like, and was not his own.

What he was going to do about this, he didn’t yet know.

When you arrive home, you find Kyle sitting in the chair by the window, gazing out at the yard.

“I know I’m home early, but you didn’t answer any of my check in texts so I got Tiff to cover the rest of my shift so I could come home and make sure you’re alright.” You let out a breath. “Are you alright?”

Kyle offers you a tight lipped smile. “Sorry. I’m okay.”

“Just answer your phone next time, okay? I was really worried.” You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently, and Kyle squeezes back in apology. “I got stuff to make chicken soup.” You add, moving over the kitchen. “You just rest till it’s ready.”

He does rest, for a few minutes at least. Then he’s up again, eyes scanning the photos on the wall. A question pops into his mind, and he decides to ask it for the sake of seeing how similar this universe is to his own.

“Y/n? Why don’t we have any pictures with Guy?”

“What guy?”

“The Guy who I’m friends with. Guy Gardner?”

“Kyle, I’ve met all your friends. You don’t know anyone named Guy Gardner.”

Well.

“I do,” he starts slowly, watching you dump the sliced carrots from the cutting board into the pot. “But not here.”

“Oh, so he’s a childhood friend then?”

“No. He’s a current one.”

You turn to look at him. “How come I haven’t met him yet, then?”

Kyle’s silent for a moment, deliberating. He could keep beating around the bush, but that wasn’t all that fair to you, was it? “Because… I’m not your Kyle.”

You stare at him in confusion “Sorry, what?” 

“I’m not this universe’s Kyle Rayner. I’m from… from somewhere else. I’m a superhero over there. A Green Lantern, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of them? But I don’t have my ring with me and I don’t know how to get back. The point is… I don’t belong here.”

“Kyle, honey,” you start, hoping to sound reassuring though you feel anything but. “I think you’re still sick.”

“No, I’m—” a pained expression crosses his face and he practically crumples to the floor.

“Oh my god!” You rush over to him, eyes scanning his face as you try to assess the situation.

“Kyle!”

“Kyle?!” You shake him gently, trying to get him to look at you.

“My head…” he groans, burying his face in his hands.

“Hey, I’m gonna get you to bed, alright? I think you need to lie down.”

He nods, aiding you as best he can to get him from the living room floor to the bedroom, where he collapses into bed.

Several hours later, Kyle wakes, eyes shifting around the room before landing on you, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, your back against the headboard.

“Hey,”

“Hey.” You offer him a small concerned smile. “How’s your head feeling?”

“Better.”

You nod, staying silent for a moment. “I’m gonna heat you up some soup.” You get up, pausing in the doorway. “No matter what universe you’re from, you still gotta eat, right?”

Three weeks later, you and Kyle are sitting in your yard, staring up at the stars. You can tell from the expression on his face that he is thinking again; of a life of adventures in space with people the two of you have never met and creatures you weren’t even sure existed.

Kyle senses your gaze on him.  “You still don’t think it’s real, do you?”

“I don’t think it matters what I think, only what you do.” 

“I think…” Kyle trails off, eyes roving your face. “I think I like being here with you.”

You smile softly. “I like being here with you, too.”

It’s been five months since Kyle landed in this universe— your universe— and he can see why your version of him fell in love with you. You’re one of the most caring people he’s ever met. Never once did you tell him he was crazy when he’d bring up aliens or his life amidst the stars. You just… listened, and let him talk for as long as he needed to without any judgement.

If he was going to be stuck in this universe, he wouldn’t mind being stuck with you. And if he was going to be stuck here for the rest of forever, it was only fair to do what this universe’s Kyle Rayner had wanted, right? After all, he’d already bought the ring.

At least, that’s what he told himself when he’d proposed to you in the park an hour ago.

Now, though, listening to you gush about the ring he chose, he can’t help but feel a little guilty about it.

“It’s so pretty,”

He smiles softly, his lovestruck gaze glued to your face. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Of course I do,” you reassure him, placing a kiss on his cheek. “You picked it out for me.”

You place another kiss on his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and finally one to his lips, soft and sweet.

“Kyle? Hey!”

Kyle freezes mid kiss, pulling away from you and turning towards the direction of the sound; seeing nothing but trees. “Did you hear that?”

You blink, your brain catching up to his words. “Hear what, sorry?”

“My friends… I thought I heard them,”

“…Kyle, honey, we talked about this,”

“C’mon.” Kyle stands, his hand still in yours. He tries to pull you up with him, only you do not budge, and there is a sadness in your eyes that makes him pause.

“You have to let me go.”

His eyes widen at your words. “What?”

“I love you,” you pause, tightening your grip on his hand for a moment, “but I can’t keep doing this.” You say, shifting your hand in such a way that your ring catches the light. “You said you gave me this because you wanted to be with me, but you’re still trying to leave. And if you were right when you said you don’t belong here, then I don’t belong over there either.”

It’s then that Kyle realizes he is faced with a choice: to stay with the woman he has grown to love, or return to the life he thought he’d left behind.

It’s a choice he doesn’t want to make.

Luckily for him— or perhaps, unluckily— he never had to make the decision. It was made for him.

“Simon, help him!”

Kyle feels a shock go through his body and his eyes shoot open, violent coughs wracking his body as he rolls onto his knees.

“Easy, Rayner.” A hand pats his back. “Don’t lose yer lunch.”

“What…” he wheezes, “just happened?”

Jess glances between Guy and Simon before looking back at Kyle. “I think you died?”

“Wonderful,” he says, though the comment is not entirely in jest.

It had been wonderful, in a way. Whether it was real or just a pre (or post?) death dream, he’d gotten to meet you.

Later that day, when he’s being fussed over after his temporary death, Kyle remembers hearing somewhere that the brain can’t create new faces in dreams. He hopes it’s true; that somewhere out there, you exist. Maybe one day he’ll get to see your face again, if only in passing, if only for a moment. 

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Her Love is in Your Head

Pairing: kyle rayner x fem!reader

Prompt: “you have to let me go.” | event masterlist

In Which: Kyle wakes up in another universe.

Info: angst. suggestive in 1 part. 2 uses of y/n. mention of death. loosely inspired by star trek tng season 5 ep 25 “the inner light”. 1,919 words. written for @juneofdoom. beta-read by the lovely @twentytomidnight

“Kyle?”

His eyes flutter open, squinting as he adjusts to the light of the early morning sun. His eyes slowly shift around the room, his sleep-addled brain realizing that he does not recognize his surroundings, that he does not recognize you— the beautiful woman kneeling on the bed beside him, gazing upon him with reverence.

“I didn’t think you were ever waking up,” you muse, gently brushing a few unruly strands of hair out of his face. “Did I really tire you out that much?”

Kyle opens his mouth to speak, but his uncertainty of the situation has too many questions flooding through his mind— who are you? Where are we? How did I get here?— so he settles instead on the one thing he is sure of. “My head hurts.”

You frown, pressing the palm of your hand against his forehead. “You are really hot. Your temperature, I mean.” Shifting, you grab your water bottle and hand it to him. “Here.” You watch with concern as he hurriedly drinks it down.

Your eyes dart to the clock on your bedside table. “I have to get ready for work, but I can make you some toast before I go, yeah?”

Kyle nods, watching you gather your things as you leave the room. He sits up slowly, looking around the room as he gathers his bearings. Finding nothing out of the ordinary about it (other than the fact that he doesn’t remember ever being in it before), he shifts his attention to the nightstand, opening the drawer and rummaging through it. 

Inside he finds a surplus of loose sketches, polaroids of the two of you that he has no recollection of. He picks one up, reading the small scrawl on the bottom. Y/N’s birthday. Well, at least he knew your name now. His attention turns to the far back corner, a small box tucked safely inside. He reaches for it and pops it open, staring down at the diamond ring it holds. It isn’t till that moment that he realizes his own ring, though not as grand in design as the one he is holding, is missing from its place on his hand. 

The door opens then, and Kyle quickly closes the box and returns it to its place, shutting the drawer just as you walk in.

“Here,” you say, rounding the bed and handing him the plate. “I put extra honey on it for you. Antioxidants and all that.”

“Thanks.” Kyle forces a smile, though the voice in his head tells him that his presence here is not right.

Your eyes scan his face. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can call in if—”

“No!” Kyle coughs awkwardly as he watches a look of shock cross your face. “I mean, I’ll be fine. You go. I’ll just… rest.”

You look like you’re about to protest, but think the better of it. “Alright. Just text me if you need anything, yeah?” You’re about to place a kiss on his cheek before you pause, deciding to avoid that too, and you gently squeeze his shoulder instead. “See you.” And with that, you take your leave.

Kyle listens as your footsteps get further away, as the door shuts and the lock clicks. He waits a few more moments to ensure you are gone before beginning his search for his missing green ring, moving the pillows and checking underneath the bed and in the pockets of the clothes that lay on the floor, only to come up with nothing. He goes through the dresser drawers, pausing his search to change before resuming it, but again, no ring.

He ventures out of the bedroom, searching the kitchen and living room, but there is still no sign of his ring anywhere. Just more pictures of the two of you at places he didn’t know with people he’d never met. He stares at them , wondering for a long while before coming to a conclusion.

He was in the wrong universe. Even worse, he was in the wrong body— one that looked like his, but did not feel like, and was not his own.

What he was going to do about this, he didn’t yet know.

When you arrive home, you find Kyle sitting in the chair by the window, gazing out at the yard.

“I know I’m home early, but you didn’t answer any of my check in texts so I got Tiff to cover the rest of my shift so I could come home and make sure you’re alright.” You let out a breath. “Are you alright?”

Kyle offers you a tight lipped smile. “Sorry. I’m okay.”

“Just answer your phone next time, okay? I was really worried.” You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently, and Kyle squeezes back in apology. “I got stuff to make chicken soup.” You add, moving over the kitchen. “You just rest till it’s ready.”

He does rest, for a few minutes at least. Then he’s up again, eyes scanning the photos on the wall. A question pops into his mind, and he decides to ask it for the sake of seeing how similar this universe is to his own.

“Y/n? Why don’t we have any pictures with Guy?”

“What guy?”

“The Guy who I’m friends with. Guy Gardner?”

“Kyle, I’ve met all your friends. You don’t know anyone named Guy Gardner.”

Well.

“I do,” he starts slowly, watching you dump the sliced carrots from the cutting board into the pot. “But not here.”

“Oh, so he’s a childhood friend then?”

“No. He’s a current one.”

You turn to look at him. “How come I haven’t met him yet, then?”

Kyle’s silent for a moment, deliberating. He could keep beating around the bush, but that wasn’t all that fair to you, was it? “Because… I’m not your Kyle.”

You stare at him in confusion “Sorry, what?” 

“I’m not this universe’s Kyle Rayner. I’m from… from somewhere else. I’m a superhero over there. A Green Lantern, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of them? But I don’t have my ring with me and I don’t know how to get back. The point is… I don’t belong here.”

“Kyle, honey,” you start, hoping to sound reassuring though you feel anything but. “I think you’re still sick.”

“No, I’m—” a pained expression crosses his face and he practically crumples to the floor.

“Oh my god!” You rush over to him, eyes scanning his face as you try to assess the situation.

“Kyle!”

“Kyle?!” You shake him gently, trying to get him to look at you.

“My head…” he groans, burying his face in his hands.

“Hey, I’m gonna get you to bed, alright? I think you need to lie down.”

He nods, aiding you as best he can to get him from the living room floor to the bedroom, where he collapses into bed.

Several hours later, Kyle wakes, eyes shifting around the room before landing on you, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, your back against the headboard.

“Hey,”

“Hey.” You offer him a small concerned smile. “How’s your head feeling?”

“Better.”

You nod, staying silent for a moment. “I’m gonna heat you up some soup.” You get up, pausing in the doorway. “No matter what universe you’re from, you still gotta eat, right?”

Three weeks later, you and Kyle are sitting in your yard, staring up at the stars. You can tell from the expression on his face that he is thinking again; of a life of adventures in space with people the two of you have never met and creatures you weren’t even sure existed.

Kyle senses your gaze on him.  “You still don’t think it’s real, do you?”

“I don’t think it matters what I think, only what you do.” 

“I think…” Kyle trails off, eyes roving your face. “I think I like being here with you.”

You smile softly. “I like being here with you, too.”

It’s been five months since Kyle landed in this universe— your universe— and he can see why your version of him fell in love with you. You’re one of the most caring people he’s ever met. Never once did you tell him he was crazy when he’d bring up aliens or his life amidst the stars. You just… listened, and let him talk for as long as he needed to without any judgement.

If he was going to be stuck in this universe, he wouldn’t mind being stuck with you. And if he was going to be stuck here for the rest of forever, it was only fair to do what this universe’s Kyle Rayner had wanted, right? After all, he’d already bought the ring.

At least, that’s what he told himself when he’d proposed to you in the park an hour ago.

Now, though, listening to you gush about the ring he chose, he can’t help but feel a little guilty about it.

“It’s so pretty,”

He smiles softly, his lovestruck gaze glued to your face. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Of course I do,” you reassure him, placing a kiss on his cheek. “You picked it out for me.”

You place another kiss on his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and finally one to his lips, soft and sweet.

“Kyle? Hey!”

Kyle freezes mid kiss, pulling away from you and turning towards the direction of the sound; seeing nothing but trees. “Did you hear that?”

You blink, your brain catching up to his words. “Hear what, sorry?”

“My friends… I thought I heard them,”

“…Kyle, honey, we talked about this,”

“C’mon.” Kyle stands, his hand still in yours. He tries to pull you up with him, only you do not budge, and there is a sadness in your eyes that makes him pause.

“You have to let me go.”

His eyes widen at your words. “What?”

“I love you,” you pause, tightening your grip on his hand for a moment, “but I can’t keep doing this.” You say, shifting your hand in such a way that your ring catches the light. “You said you gave me this because you wanted to be with me, but you’re still trying to leave. And if you were right when you said you don’t belong here, then I don’t belong over there either.”

It’s then that Kyle realizes he is faced with a choice: to stay with the woman he has grown to love, or return to the life he thought he’d left behind.

It’s a choice he doesn’t want to make.

Luckily for him— or perhaps, unluckily— he never had to make the decision. It was made for him.

“Simon, help him!”

Kyle feels a shock go through his body and his eyes shoot open, violent coughs wracking his body as he rolls onto his knees.

“Easy, Rayner.” A hand pats his back. “Don’t lose yer lunch.”

“What…” he wheezes, “just happened?”

Jess glances between Guy and Simon before looking back at Kyle. “I think you died?”

“Wonderful,” he says, though the comment is not entirely in jest.

It had been wonderful, in a way. Whether it was real or just a pre (or post?) death dream, he’d gotten to meet you.

Later that day, when he’s being fussed over after his temporary death, Kyle remembers hearing somewhere that the brain can’t create new faces in dreams. He hopes it’s true; that somewhere out there, you exist. Maybe one day he’ll get to see your face again, if only in passing, if only for a moment. 

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June of Doom Event Masterlist

all the fics i’ve written for the june of doom event 🫂

Day 2: “You have to let me go.”

Her Love is in Your Head - Kyle Rayner x fem!reader

In Which: Kyle wakes up in another universe.

more coming soon!

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★ Tag Game ★

I see so many like this, I decided to do my own bc why not! Search each prompt in Pinterest and use the first pic that comes up!

Prompts:

★ Animal

★ Aesthetic

★ Background

★ Character (friend, crush, whatever you wanna look for! I did two bc I'm bi and greedy lol and they're both perfect <3)

★ Food

★ Show

★ Movie

Surprisingly, this did so well for me, I usually get THE WORST ones lol

★ NPT: @clemeowntine @mythandmemories @violained @sacr1ficialang3l @islaymonsters @samwchsgf @radioshepard @theraynecries @scandalscontained @hopelessbrain @pinkzolli @par4n0id-andr0id @saltcirclesigil @justlydsstuff @ladycain00 + anyone else interested!!

[clemeowntine]

YIPPEE ty for the tag!!

i kept getting collages for food so i picked one of the pics from a collage sigh. now i want pancakes.

it is also insane how far i had to scroll to get a movie. all the pics were of jensen or supernatural (not that im complaining…)

no pressure tags: @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @dontlistentodaisy @castielscaplan @daytonadean @soapyspurnell @heapingfern @grahamschewtoy @princegabriel0096 + anyone else who wants to join!

[i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger]

Thank you for the tag!

Crush on Remy and Friends with Sam AND Dean 🤤

also we are gonna ignore the fact I got butcher for movie.

No pressure tags: @froggibus @cherryvvave @gr0und-zer00 @batwngs @starr-jazz @batslilwhore @bat2nsignia + anyone else who would like to join 🫶🏽

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hiii ty for the tag!!

holy crap the last five is too accurate my pinterest really does know me better than myself 😭😭😭

no pressure tags: @vianawaits @bloomcissaa @scissorhvnds @starr-jazz @twentytomidnight + anyone who would like to join!!

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ty for the tag insignia & @irisgrrl <3

why is this so accurate

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Thanks for the tag Cissa ☺️

I have never seen gilmore girls

No pressure tags: @amoebadue @filmcamerasanddice + anyone else who wants to ^_^

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growing pains

Kon-El/Platonic!Reader, 988 words

a/n: request for @cassiecasluciluce, hope y'all enjoy :)

cw: loneliness, start of friendship, reader is a female member of the JL

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You make an unexpected friendship. Kon-El/Platonic!F!Reader

No one knows what to think of him. It's obvious, from the way that their eyes dart askance of him, as though people are wary to even meet his gaze. As though he's a bomb, threatening to blow up. As though he's dangerous.

When you stare at him through the medical bay window, as J'onn presses his hands to his temples, you don't see it. Whatever worries Clark. Whatever is making Bruce so wary. Whatever is making everyone take wide berth around him.

You just see, as those blue eyes find you across the plane of the glass: a kid. And a lonely, lost, scared one at that.

You don't get to run into him until a few days later. They've decided to keep him on the Watchtower until they can figure out whatever facility that Wayne Enterprises they can shuttle him off to. As though he's going to go on a volatile rampage.

Right now, when you spot him on the other side of the mess hall, poking sullenly at a few roasted potatoes with his fork, you still don't see it.

That's why you decide to make the decision of crossing the room's perimeter to him. He can tell—he looks up immediately, with no reticence, no shyness. Not used to social strictures, like a young, ambling fawn still getting used to their legs—so he is.

But there's a mask of wariness that clouds whatever curiosity is making presence in those blue eyes as he watches you approach. As he watches you settle your tray across from him and heft your legs over the bench.

You offer him a bracing smile and cast a glance over to the tray he sports before him—potatoes. Greens. A slab of untouched Salisbury steak coated with gravy.

"You know," you offer to him, taking bearings of friendliness, "The roast chicken is a lot better."

He looks at you for the span of a whiling second; then, belatedly, his eyes dart back down to the congealing meat on his tray. There's a shuffle of movement from him—a bob of his shoulders. Not necessarily hunching in upon himself, but still battening up the walls.

"I didn't really care what I got," he responds back in gruff delivery—his eyes search you. He's still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Trade you," you offer pertly, displaying your tray that bears chicken and salad, a slice of cheesecake on the side with proverbial cherry on top. Your finger knuckles along the ridge of the tray, inching it his way.

Those eyes offer a flicker of something indiscernible, but then it's gone before you can really take time to acknowledge that it was there. His brow knits, his jaw sets—you wait for what he's working up the courage to say.

"Did J'onn send you here to talk to me?" He asks, and there's something defiant in the manner he asks it. Something so blatantly hateful at the idea, something so markedly vulnerable.

"No," you reply back simply. "I came over here because I wanted to talk to you."

He cycles a breath, using those fledgling, unused powers to read the data of your body, to suss out the truth from the lie. And when he can find no error, the set of his jaw relaxes. But only by a little bit.

"Why?" He asks in disgruntled manner. "Wanna ask where I come from? Wanna know what makes me tick?"

It's the lashing out of someone with no defenses save the baleful tone of his voice. Nothing but himself against the world—and something in your heart twists in agonizing manner. Something empathetic takes root and blooms.

"No," you reply back calmly, "I just thought you might want someone to eat with."

"I don't want your pity," he responds with a whip-crack response that's equivalent to being slapped. You feel your eyes widen on instinct as you regard him, at the vituperative quality of his voice—the way that it was expelled from him.

You scarcely have a second to allow it to percolate between the two of you before you catch the slump of his shoulders, the bite, the vicious quality dissipated with instantaneous departure. The kid who you saw alone in the med bay with that hollow cant to his eyes.

"Sorry," he says, and his voice is hollow, brittle like dead leaves skittering on the pavement. "I just—"

He keeps his eyes trained on the trays that run parallel to each other. "I didn't expect the outside world to be…"

There's a taut hesitation as he seeks out the sanctity of vocabulary, as he fords for something that encapsulate everything he's experienced. In such a short amount of time, in days experienced in lifetimes.

"…Different." Is what he finally settles on. The silence speaks more than the singular word alone can.

You allow him a moment to contemplate the food congealing before him. And then you make a choice.

"It doesn't have to be something you go through alone." You assert, keeping your voice sotto voce, regulated and soft.

Those eyes flick up to you, wary and low. "I don't want to be a charity project."

"Good, because I'm broke," you respond smartly—a weak chuckle bursts from his lips, involuntary. Something softens in the abyss of those eyes.

"Only if you want," you continue. "Maybe we can start small—"

"How?" He asks, and there's something sad and forlorn—but hopeful. So hopeful it burgeons inside of him.

You smile. "How about we start with lunch? I'll tell you what to avoid on the menu."

A slow instant elapses between the two of you, before he nods. A curt, deliberate movement on his part.

"Okay." He says, this boy trying to be a man. "I'd like that."

When you speak, there's no trace of a lie at all in your voice—and you're glad he knows it. "Wonderful."

dividers and banner made by me :)

[infinictus]

color tag game !

thank you for the tag @devisedplan <3

go to pinterest and type in these prompts, whichever image is first is yours!

prompts : color, quote, character, accessory, song lyrics, hobby and flower!

lilies are the translation of my name..gulp

no pressure tags!!: @batwngs @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger

[i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger]

Thank you for the tag pookie!

No pressure tags: @clemeowntine @reginaphalangelobster @lechelovestoyap @iridescentlightshow @saturnst4rs + anyone else who would like to join 🫶🏽

[iridescentlightshow]

Thanks for the tag Dreamer <3

no pressure tags: @starfires-comet @ilovehaljordan @citrine-starz @cherryvvave + anyone else who wants to :)

[iridescentlightshow]

The urge to write an expository essay is strong but the urge to write mediocre x reader fanfiction is stronger

[iridescentlightshow]

your random super power is: the ability to manipulate probability :p what is the first thing you are changing w your new power

Hi Froggi :D

First thing I’m doing is increasing my chances of acing my accounting exam :p

[froggibus]

just saw another writer on here say their fics were ‘heavily inspired’ by c.ai…so let me be clear

using c.ai does not make you better or any different than other ai users. using c.ai is just as bad as using any other sort of ai. you cannot be anti generative ai and still use c.ai.

as a writer who has had their work stolen and put through c.ai multiple times, it’s very weird to be using a platform that basically encourages theft to ‘heavily inspire’ your writing

this blog is free from all uses of AI—and I cannot believe this needs to be clarified—but that includes c.ai. i have never and will never use ai to come up with, inspire or god forbid, actually write for me.

there are no ethical uses of generative ai. ai and ai users are not welcome on my page.

thanks <3

[iridescentlightshow]

As Long As It’s Not Like… Blue or Pink Bro

Pairing: platonic!kyle rayner x jordan!reader

Info: reader has hair, the colour of the hair dye is not specified. reader threatens to make kyle pay for things. hal is mentioned but he is not there. 256 words.

a/n: can’t sleep, writing silly stuff instead of staring at the wall. also i made a divider for #branding

Kyle stands by the doorway, watching as you squeeze various shades of colour into a bowl. “I’m not the most qualified for this.”

“It’s painting on hair, you’ll be fine,” you say, glancing at him through the mirror. “Besides, your only job is to make sure the back looks like the rest of it.”

“Well, that’s—”

“But if you do screw it up—”—you point the handle of your tint brush at him—“—you’re paying half of what it costs to fix it.”

“We,” he emphasizes, gesturing between the two of you, “have no money.”

“Which is exactly why I’m box-dyeing my hair in my bathroom,” you quip, applying the first glob of colour.

Kyle raises a brow in concern at your technique. “I don’t think you’re supposed to do it like that.”

“Okay, Brad Mondo, you wanna take over?”

He pulls on the rubber gloves you gave him earlier, moving to take the brush from you, carefully spreading the colour through your hair.

“So… where’s Hal?”

You shrug. “We had dinner while watching old tv reruns and then he went out. Told me not to burn down the apartment but I think he should’ve been more worried about me chemically burning off my hair.” You say, tilting your head to the side as Kyle directs. “As to where, exactly, I didn’t ask. Got the feeling I didn’t wanna know.”

Kyle grimaces slightly, though his eyes shoot you a sympathetic look through the reflection of the mirror before focusing back on your hair. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

do not copy, alter, repost, or translate my works. do not enter any of my works into AI. © @iridescentlightshow

[iridescentlightshow]

As Long As It’s Not Like… Blue or Pink Bro

Pairing: platonic!kyle rayner x jordan!reader

Info: reader has hair, the colour of the hair dye is not specified. reader threatens to make kyle pay for things. hal is mentioned but he is not there. 256 words.

a/n: can’t sleep, writing silly stuff instead of staring at the wall. also i made a divider for #branding

Kyle stands by the doorway, watching as you squeeze various shades of colour into a bowl. “I’m not the most qualified for this.”

“It’s painting on hair, you’ll be fine,” you say, glancing at him through the mirror. “Besides, your only job is to make sure the back looks like the rest of it.”

“Well, that’s—”

“But if you do screw it up—”—you point the handle of your tint brush at him—“—you’re paying half of what it costs to fix it.”

“We,” he emphasizes, gesturing between the two of you, “have no money.”

“Which is exactly why I’m box-dyeing my hair in my bathroom,” you quip, applying the first glob of colour.

Kyle raises a brow in concern at your technique. “I don’t think you’re supposed to do it like that.”

“Okay, Brad Mondo, you wanna take over?”

He pulls on the rubber gloves you gave him earlier, moving to take the brush from you, carefully spreading the colour through your hair.

“So… where’s Hal?”

You shrug. “We had dinner while watching old tv reruns and then he went out. Told me not to burn down the apartment but I think he should’ve been more worried about me chemically burning off my hair.” You say, tilting your head to the side as Kyle directs. “As to where, exactly, I didn’t ask. Got the feeling I didn’t wanna know.”

Kyle grimaces slightly, though his eyes shoot you a sympathetic look through the reflection of the mirror before focusing back on your hair. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

do not copy, alter, repost, or translate my works. do not enter any of my works into AI. © @iridescentlightshow

[aurorarpresources]

reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

[filthgf]

the way i spoil what i’m writing or have partially written then i never finish/post them its like i’m jinxing myself out of it omfg this is a CURSE

[iridescentlightshow]

congrats for hitting 200!!!!! i really love your recs, and i wonder do you have recs from ao3 too? would love to read it 🩷

Hi nonnie & thank you! Here’s a list for you, hope you like them <3