#hal jordan imagines

[jiminieeangel]

Guys pls I’m not joking…

Bruce Wayne!daughter x Hal Jordan

NSFW under the cut

- age gap she’s like 24 and he’s 40 (ew)

- they keep their situationship a secret from everyone (which is extreme hard for Hal because Hal is a YAPPER)

- somehow no one suspects anything (not even Batman)

-her calling him a dirty old man during sex and sometimes in public to get him worked up

-“Are you staring at my ass??? Oh Hal you’re such a dirty old man”

- wears tight clothing, MINI SKIRTS, mini dresses, low cut tops

-bimbo attire basically anything to get his attention

- hal is so easy to turn on he’s just extremely down bad

- teases him relentlessly (especially when she knows he can’t do anything about it)

- TEASES HIM IN FRONT OF BRUCE

- Bruce is like “wtf y/n ik Hal is pathetic but leave him alone”

- Bruce really doesn’t pick up on it because strict parents make sneaky kids

- sneaking Hal into your room in the mansion

- him pounding you in your childhood room

-he’s lowkey a sick fuck

- Hal is definitely a switch/ powerbottom!

- I can see Hal not wanting to give up complete control because of toxic masculinity and also the age gap but idk

- also hear me out y/n is some variation of catwoman since she’s a little older. Old enough to be Catwoman or have a cat superhero persona??? Idk anything to get her into the justice league so that she’s closer to Hal

Someone pls make a fic out of this I’m begging on my hands and knees. I can’t get this old man out of my head.

[dollwritesarchive]

sᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀʟ.

fandom dc / lanterns masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring hal jordan x reader ( f! )

rating sfw, but my blog is not meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning it’s a bit suggestive, but that’s it! mostly just soft hal and snuggles

word count n.a / headcanons & concepts

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ.

when he’s home ( those very few, but very precious nights ), you can’t shower without him tagging along. he’s obsessed with squeezing in with you, running his fingers through your hair as he works the shampoo in, and kissing along your neck and shoulders when he rinses it. and he’s spoiled, too, because you do the same for him. you could spend hours massaging his scalp with your nails, because he wears a permanent, goofy grin, like a happy pup getting his nightly belly rubs.

once you’ve turned the water off, Hal jumps out of the shower and retrieves the towel, pulling you close to him so he can swaddle you in it. once it’s cinched at your chest, he’ll linger behind you, arms wrapped tight around your waist while you brush your teeth and wash your face, waiting patiently for his turn at the sink.

while he waits, he’ll busy himself by kissing your cheek, along your jaw, and over the shell of your ear, occasionally mumbling, “Have I told you that you’re beautiful today?” and, “I love you so much it’s crazy.”

when you’re ready to give up the mirror space, you grab a comb to run through your hair, and hop up on the space beside the sink while he starts his own routine of brushing and washing, but he can’t keep his eyes off you.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇᴀʀ.

finally, when bath time’s all done, Hal scoops you up into his arms and carries you into the bedroom.

you never opt for wearing the pajamas that you packed when you moved in with him, and prefer to raid his closet, instead.

old tee shirts always win, especially those that smell just like him, and your favorite boxers— a grey pair that are as soft as could be. he never wears them, anyways, so you’ve all but staked your claim.

Hal adores seeing you cozy in his clothes, believing that you’re the absolute sexiest in moments like these.

Hal simply sleeps in his underwear.

sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴs.

you’ve realized just how incredibly protective Hal is once you started sleeping in the same bed as him. where that protection is born of the fear of letting anything happen to you, or if he’s just naturally clingy, you suppose it doesn’t matter.

while you might occasionally spoon with Hal, he actually prefers to wrap both arms around you when you’re nuzzled close to his chest in a bear hug. you hook your legs behind his knees and your face rests against his chest so the steady rise and fall coupled with the rhythm of his heart can lull you to sleep. he buries his face in your hair or against your neck, arms locked tight, and most of the time, he doesn’t allow you to move an inch away from him for the entire night.

every now and then, though, you’ll straddle him, knees dug into his sides when he’s lying on his back, with your arms around his neck. he likes to lock his fingers together and rest both hands on the small of your back when you’re like this, keeping you secure atop him.

if you have both, somehow, managed to move around in your sleep, Hal might be lying on his stomach with his head smushed into a pillow, but even in his sleep, he remembers to reach for you. with one arm, he’ll have you pulled to him, safely tucked under his body heat.

ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ.

you’re always first to wake up, and most of the time it’s because you have to claw your way out from under his weight to be able to breathe again.

Hal only wakes up when you wake him up ( preferably with kisses and your adorable, sleepy voice ).

“Aw, you’re already up? I was gonna get you breakfast in bed.”

Hal absolutely will not let you get ready for work in peace, pulling you back down on the bed when you try to get up, and then insisting that you should “Just call in.” so he can spend more time with you.

“Oh yeah? What’s in it for me if I do?”

to which Hal scoffs, pulling you in for a fierce kiss and to murmur against your lips, “I know exactly how to make it worth your while, pretty girl.”

[attabxy]

Alright, alright, alright! I'm bored, so I'm gonna write down some Green Lantern Headcannons for my two favorite GLs!

Pairings: Hal Jordan X Reader, Kyle Rayner X Reader (separate, romantic, gender-neutral)

Media: DC Comics.

Content and/or Warnings: Just my random thoughts, language, probably OOC for both Lanterns, too much talk aviation in Hal's part.

H. Jordan - Green Lantern.

This motherfucker will take you down to Ferris Aircrafts and force you to ride shotgun with him.

"HAL PLEASE LAND THE JET!!!"

"Just breathe, (Y/N); the fun hasn't even began yet!"

I'm not even kidding there's a GL comic called "Green Lantern Secret Files & Origins 2005" where Hal and Kyle ride in a jet together and it's awesome.

Anyways, you eventually get used to him dragging you out to nowhere at 10 pm on a Saturday just to fly jets.

He even teaches you how to fly...

...in the smallest jet.

The both of you have watched Top Gun so many times that not only do you know the script off the top of your head, but you might be able to fly a fighter jet.

Moving past aviation, I feel like Hal makes really good blueberry pancakes.

Also, this man is canonically 6'2 (182 centimeters) and 186 pounds (84 kilograms), so expect this exchange:

"(Y/N), there's a bed for a reason."

"You're comfier, shut up." You muffled due to your face being buried in his chest.

Wearing his pilot jacket CONSTANTLY, especially in front of him.

That man will die happy if he saw you in his jacket

"Babe, wanna dance?" Hal asked, before the both of you horribly danced to some crappy 2000s' pop song.

Frequently patching him up.

"Baby, how did this happen?" You say as you clean a cut on his jaw.

"...ran into a stop sign."

He never lived that down.

He comes from a Catholic and Jewish (ayo fellow Jew) family, so expect the blending of religions

Ok, but just imagine you being part of one of the Lantern Corps and teaming up with him on missions.

Honey, you could be part of the Sinestro Corps and you'd both would raise hell together.

Anyways, both of you guys would take the piss out of Batman and The Flash

You guys have gotten whacked upside the head a few times.

Kyle Rayner - Green/White Lantern.

Let me just get it out of the way: This boy draws you almost any chance he can get.

Especially if you're doing something and don't notice him.

I feel like Kyle would also be into photography, so there's about 292737 Polaroids of god damn everything on the wall or in a box.

You, himself, both of you guys, nature, a cute dog he saw, space, a picture of a hot dog. Name anything, he has a picture of it.

Same thing with his art: It's all over the walls.

Oh, and if you just so happen to be artistic in the slightest? Hope you wanted to keep the puppy-of-a-man for the rest of your life.

I truly believe Kyle makes the best tacos on the planet.

Before any of you come at me, no I did not say that because Kyle is canonically half Mexican. I say that because I literally thought of it and I can't get it out of my head.

This guy lives like a college student without being a college student, so he knows how to make food with minimal ingredients.

Karaoke nights, but it's y'all and a few friends getting absolutely hammered and singing 1980s' songs.

"DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME!!!"

"DON'T, DON'T, DON'T, DON'T!!!"

I can't get this out of my head but Kyle would be best friends with Dick Grayson send Tweet.

Getting confused every time he comes home with a different Green Lantern outfit.

I ain't gonna lie to you guys, but I think Kyle would love to be the little spoon

There's this GL comic called "Green Lantern #154" where Kyle beats the actual shit out of these homophobic dudes that almost killed a gay man. Kyle supremacy.

Guys, get "80 Years of the Emerald Knight." It has your Hal and Kyle fix.

(A/N: Who was gonna tell me that Kyle paired up with Jason Todd and Donna Troy?)

[ragingbookdragon]

“I’m cold,” the pilot muttered from beneath the blanket in the bed of the truck.

He blinked, not even caring enough to shift his eyes from the stars above. “I told you to bring your jacket. Speaking of it, where is your bomber?”

“At home…in Coast City.”

“Weird,” he answered. “Didn’t even think that second skin could come off.” Reaching over, he wrapped an arm around the pilot and pulled him close, letting the man tuck his head underneath his chin as he soaked up the warmth the soldier was radiating.

He soaked in the feeling of the soldier’s fingers pressing comfortably into his back, massaging away pains he didn’t even know he had. After a moment, he commented, “You’re really warm, you know that, right? Like it feels abnormal for a human to be this warm.”

“My metabolism burns energy like a wildfire. I generate a lot of heat as a result.”

“You’re like a bear in hibernation. A walking furnace.”

“Uh huh, all I’m hearing is that I’m hot.”

“Oh ho? Don’t let it go to your head, big guy. Your head’s already big.”

“Yeah, about as big as that ego you’ve got.”

“At least mine is big.”

“Hal, my cock is bigger than yours. We’ve already done this before.”

The pilot slipped his fingers from the soldier’s chest to the front of his jeans, toying with the zipper. “Wanna do it again?”

“The meteor shower is about to start though…”

Hal grinned and rolled atop him, knees at either side of his hips. “I know a better place with better views. I’ll make it up to you.”

He simply drew his gaze from the stars to coffee eyes and smirked, dipping his fingers into the front of Hal’s belt as he tugged and remarked, “Dunno…the view right now is pretty unbeatable.” He shrugged and shifting his hands, resting them behind his head as he purred, “Better make it up to me real good, Captain Jordan.”

“Will do, Captain Wayne.”

[kyberphilosopher]

Sea Green

Hal cheers up his puppy love.  Word Count: 1921

Warnings: it’s shorter than my other stuff, Hal is sorta my headcanoned canon version, and it’s a bit fluffy. Oh, and it’s not proof read. 

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So, it turns out that smart people had limits. A shocking discovery that you had been responsible for revealing today- not purposely, on a mission in front of everyone. Well, not everyone in the world. Nor everyone in the Justice League. Just like, four of them. So basically all of them. 

It really wasn’t your fault. Batman wouldn’t shut up about something you can’t even remember, got into your head, and long story short, there’s an underground train station in Metropolis right now just filled with debris. What had you said at the end of it again? 

“Ta-Da!”

What you had done was widely regarded as a bad move. 

Oh, man, you think. Dumb Batman. Dumb, dumb Batman. 

Your right leg moves up and down as it bends, bumping against the metal crate box you sit on as it swings back a few times. Back hunched over, head dipped down as your hands fumble in your lap, you look like an immature and bummed child. That’s certainly how you feel. But, you’re not. Bummed? Yes. But not immature. 

You are mature. Very calm, and collected, and capable. You take care of yourself just fine. But because you’re young and funny and that one time you walked in on Wonder Woman using the toilet which resulted in giggling, the Justice League members were so hesitant to use you. They call you a kid, just for having humor. That’s all it is. Humor. Everything you say you will do, gets done. Your bills, taxes, schooling, missions... Screw Batman. 

A huff escapes from the back of your windpipe, like a rumbling choke and scratch. Your head rolls backward, exposing your throat as your eyes slip closed. Maybe, if you’re lucky, one of the cargo crates strung from the ceiling with slip and fall on top of you right now. That would be a killer origin story for your villain arc. 

“Hey.”

You recognize that voice. Your neck pulls your head to the side lazily to face him, peeping one eye open. “Yeah?” you drawl. 

Hal allows his boots to sink from levitation to the concrete below, almost silently. The green of his suit reflects from the little light in the room, creating soft glints that compliment the pale glow of his eyes. “I was just comin’ to check on you.”

Ha. Typical Hal. He does this fairly frequently, actually. He’s always got a way of finding you when you’re alone, though this only extends to when you’re in the cave or the fortress. Since the League really just has an eye on you and you’re not actually a member, none of them know where you live. You’re not even sure they know your actual name. Hal’s check-ins become so regular when you’re by yourself that you wonder if he would show up to your apartment if he could. Shocking, considering Hal comes across as either overwhelmingly charming or overwhelmingly douchey to most people. 

You’re not sure why he shows up to help you. It’s not even really helping. It’s just every time the rest of the League is having a meeting or a party or something, and you wander off to some other room because everyone knows they don’t need you, he and his Green Lantern appears minutes later for some company. Almost every time. It’s not even like you’re friends, or best friends, or lovers. Hal Jordan? Having a crush on you? Please. 

“Did you hear about what happened?” you wince, squeezing your eyes closed at the memory. 

“Yeah,” Hal admits. “Sorry about that. You wanna talk about it?”

“I’m good,” you choke, opening your eyes and turning your head to the opposite direction. “Just... them being them.” Then you snap to Hal with wide orbs, “not you!”

“No, that’s... that’s fine.” The brunette dips his head and takes a step towards you. The muscular, masculine curve of his thighs that draws up to his hips juts against the boring gray of the rest of the room, catching your attention. “Not like I’m one of the founding members, whatever... Day going good besides that?”

“I forgot my breakfast,” you sigh. 

“Oof,” Hal hisses. 

“I ran out of milk. Also, I lost my clothes at the laundromat.”

He’s silent for a moment. “Well that sucks,” Hal decides. 

“Yeah.”

Hal Jordan observes you. Sitting atop a metal case, your legs dangling over the side as your back curves outwards. It’s the sit of defeat. Not one that Hal is particularly familiar with these days but one that he could definitely see himself doing. It’s not a good look on you. You look way better, to him at least, when you’re smiling, and when the smile reaches your eyes so he’s sure you’re happy. 

He would like to make you happy. 

His fingers flick against his ring- the one that can conjure anything Hal can imagine according to his will- and like a projection, green shapes begin materializing. 

First, the ground slopes downward like a hill. Then, simulated liquid fills the hole. Waterlilies and cattails sprout in random places. Ducks pop to life and paddle around nonchalantly. In the emerald marsh, if you squint, you can see little frogs swimming. 

“Hope you like ponds,” Hal offers. A second ago, he was uncertain about what he chose the ring to conjure. Now, the look of wonder on your face makes him more confident. It seeps into his tone as he watches. 

“I forgot you could do that,” you decide, eyes still on the water. Everything’s so real. The only thing to tip off that this is the work of a green lantern ring is the obvious green nature of everything. Brings a whole new meaning to the color ‘sea green’. 

“Yeah, I’m full of surprises.” Hal climbs onto the crate next to you, grunting as his joints settle. Fighting interdimensional crime really takes a toll on the ol’ knees. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“You just want me to tell you what goes on inside my brain so badly don’t you?”

“Just bein’ a pal,” Hal smiles. 

“Real good pal,” you muse, smiling back at the end. 

“Here,” Hal makes a sack of little shapes appear in the palm of his gloved hand. “Feed the ducks?”

You smile. A heat floods to your cheeks as you reach into the small green bag to pull out small green chunks. Feeding the ducks is such a cliché. And yet, you know you’ve done it before. But when? It’s been years, hasn’t it? Was it with family? 

“I just throw it?” 

“Go for it,” Hal agrees. 

You spring the piece of emerald into the little fake pond. It floats on top, as if it were real, gently bobbing along the surface. The ducks swarm to each piece, feathers awry. “That ring is really something,” you whisper so only Hal could hear. 

“You want a go with it?” Hal smirks. 

“Hard pass,” you say, watching the ducks snap their little beaks. “I’d just cause more structural damage to the city.”

Hal chuckles. “Been there. Coast City is pretty much just Ocean City but with more green. From the pollution, I mean.”

“Oh. That’s fun.”

Quiet. Your feet dangle back and forth again. 

“You’re sweet,” you say. 

“Something wrong with that?” Hal entertains. His voice vibrates lowly, his in particular, this particular time sending a series of explosive sparks to the area between your hips. Strange. 

“No,” you say, slowly. “It’s fine.”

More quiet. 

“I’m sorry the League gives you a hard time,” Hal offers. Both of your eyes are trained on the pondlife still. “I get it. There was a time where that was me.”

You pass him a quizzical look. 

Hal meets your eyes momentarily. The corner of his lips flicker upwards as he gets ready to speak, but it’s the eye contact that sends another multiple planed bolt through your body and right to your naval. 

“Yeah,” he continues. “I was the laughing stock of the universe. Still not sure why...”

“But you’re Green Lantern,” you say, brows furrowing. “You can literally make...” your hands sputter to the lake he created for you ahead, and the ducks and the weeds and the frogs, “...anything!”

Hal holds up a quick finger. His index. “I’m a Green Lantern.”

“You can still make anything.”

“Not anything,” Hal muses. “Can’t make people fall in love with me. Can’t make Superman invite me to his parties.”

“He has parties?”

Hal nods. 

“Oh. Ok, well,” you shuffle closer a little, bumping your shoulder against his warmly. “You’re doing a good job of having someone fall in love with you now.”

Hal cracks a smile at you. Jeez, what’s up with the perfect teeth? Did he make them?!

“Eh, I’m not so sure about that. Aquaman still won’t let me cuddle up to him at night.”

You shrug. “Where will his dolphin lover sleep if you’re in his spot?”

“Good point,” Hal nods. You hum in agreement. 

“Maybe you can get him drunk at one of those Superman parties?” you offer, one brow raising. “And you’ll get lucky and kiss?”

“Already tried. I’m pretty sure he can only get drunk off of salt water. Plus I’m also certain he’d taste like fish.”

“Now you’re the one with the good point,” you nudge again. 

Hal nudges back this time. The armor covering his elbow pinches through yours and stings your skin for a brief moment. But it’s okay. “You’re the one with the good jokes. Maybe that’s why the League’s not too keen.”

“That’s what I think,” you say. 

(You’re correct.)

“Cyborg was like that too.”

“Cyborg’s annoying,” you frown. “He smells like beans.”

“Is that what it is?” Hal furrows his brows. He reaches into the little pouch still in his palm and sprays more food out to the pond. Again, his leaf colored birds flock to the splashes of water. “I thought it was oil.”

You shrug. 

“I’m sorry you’re having a hard time,” Hal then says, wholeheartedly. 

Your eyes raise to meet his. Then you realize Hal’s done the impossible. He’s cheered you up. 

All those times he’d spent following you around, sliding into the same seating arrangement as you, greeting you when everyone else is busy- Hal was looking out for you. What for? Well, he has a bit of a crush on you. You’re funny, and your superhero armor is tight. He’s really like a schoolboy walking behind his first crush like a light stalker. But that’s for another time. 

“That’s okay,” you say back. “These ducks help.”

You and Hal Jordan turn back to the scene before you. The sea green water churns softly, the ducks wading calmly. Green light casts across the room in reflections, most prominently bouncing against Hal’s suit. The pit in your stomach dissipates. Batman sucking isn’t even a thought in your mind. 

And the world keeps spinning, this time with Hal seeing the smile he set out to earn. 

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Just something light I wrote within the hour. I main Robin in Injustice 2, and Red Hood and Reverse Flash are my backups, but I’m getting kinda good with Green Lantern. Then I realized, ‘hey, this game made Hal Jordan kinda fine! I should do something with it!’. So, ta-da! What do you think?

[starsscribble]

Day Off

Fandom: DC Comics

Character: Hall and Barry

“Hey, there gorgeous,” Hal spoke as he walked up beside you and placed a kiss on your cheek. You gave him a sleepy hum filled reply as he poured himself a cup of coffee as you swayed like a sapling in a breeze. You heard Hal chuckle before wrapping arms around your waist to keep you steady. You closed your eyes resting into him as he nuzzled into your neck humming as the smell of his coffee hit your nose.

“When did you get in beautiful?” You let out a sigh before replying to the question.

“Barry dropped me off at three am. Or I think it was three.” Hal looked towards the microwave clock that said eight. You had gotten at least six hours which was good for you seeing as you could live on two and still do your work at the hospital. However, today had been your first day off in over two months.

“So why are you up?” Hall asked after anything sip of coffee.

“Alarm was still on and I couldn’t go back to sleep.” Hal heard the door to the apartment open, tensing up a bit he quickly relaxed when he saw that it was only Barry holding take-out bags. 

“Y/N hun. Why are you awake? I dropped you off at five this morning.” Your eyes finally opened to now see Barry standing in the kitchen.

“Barry? When you get here?” The need for sleep clear in your voice. Hal and Barry looked at each other, sighing Hal sat his coffee down and picked you up bridal style making you let out a sleepy squeak. Hal carried you back towards the bedroom. Getting there he laid you back in bed and covered you up.

“Sleep. It’s your day off.” Barry said as he walked towards the bed and placed a kiss onto your forehead. It wasn’t long until your head hit the pillow and you were off to dreamland. Hal looked towards Barry.

“Have you gotten any sleep?” Hal questioned Barry smiled before kissing Hal on the cheek and rushing away.

“Barry,” Hall didn’t yell in fear of watching you up as he followed after your shared speedster lover.

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[nightstar27]

Imagine Sleeping with Hal Jordan

- Before the two of you decide to get some sleep (on the chance you actually get to bed at the same time) you already know how it’s going to be

- Literally the definition of Octopus

- You can move over to your side of the bed as much as you want. But you will still 99.9 % of the the time up end wrapped between his legs and shoved into his muscled chest

- Great for the cold nights and you’ve learned to handle it on the hot ones

- “Hal...honey...you’re crushing me a bit..” “Mhmm? Oh ugh sorry babe I’ll loosen up”

- And of course let’s not even pretend that your closeness doesn’t lead to other things, either dead in the night or early in the morning... *wink wonk*

- Seriously it’s no surprise to wake up to neck kisses and his hands in fun places. Although he never takes things further without permission

- On the nights that he comes home late from missions you tend to sleep with a body pillow for comfort.

-But Hal’s actually gotten quite good at slipping it out of your hold and replacing it with himself without waking you so much

- Also best believe that despite the two of you cuddled together, Hal’s still ready to jump into action and protect you

For more Green Lantern Headcanons and stuff check out: @greenlantern-imagines7

[ohmyheartsss]

i need you

Summary: Fear is not something to mess around with especially when you can make anything with your mind with the help of a ring.

Pairings: Hal Jordan x Reader

Warnings: Character death

Requested by: @wonderbreadwoman

A/N: my first request yay! I'm not entirely sure if this is what you want, if not, just send in another! Sorry for the late reply, was watching Arrow while thinking of ideas heh.

Sun rays were glaring down on your closed eyes as your mind started to wake. You tried opening your eyes before shutting them immediately after; a disgruntled sound erupting from your throat. This caught the attention of a certain waking male which led to the arm around your waist to tighten as he pressed you to his chest.

With him blocking the sunlight from your eyes, you slowly opened them to be greeted with the sight you could wake up to every day for the rest of your life. A smile formed at the corner of your lips as you gazed at his features: the rather long eyelashes he has to the way his nose slopes, the deep breaths he was taking to the parted lips. Your hand crawled its way from between the both of you to his cheek and your thumb grazed his bottom lip. A grin grew on his face before his eyes opened.

“Good morning handsome,” you whispered, as if too afraid to break the silence of the room.

His hand covered yours before angling his face so his lips could plant a kiss on your palm, “Hello gorgeous. I don't think it's morning any longer.” A smirk followed after as his eyes pierced into yours.

“I think that would be your fault Jordan.”

He rose an eyebrow at you before pulling slightly away from you. The run rays greeted you again harshly so you grabbed his arm to pull him close to you again. “Is it my fault that we spend an amazing night out yesterday?”

You chuckled, rubbing your nose on his as an Eskimo kiss, as your mind replayed the events of the night before ending with him on one knee. “Hmmm… Yes, guilty as charged. Please pay up.”

“Pay up? You're taking bribery now officer?” The childlike grin lighting his whole face, gone were the crinkles on his face from the exhaustion he faced day by day.

“I only accept bribes from certain people.”

“The most handsome and talented of them all I assume.”

“On the contrary actually sir. I only accept bribes from the most pitiable of them.” At that, fingers latched onto your sides and laughter echoed in the room. “Stop! This is harassment!”

“What are you talking about? I am paying up!”

A sudden bell pierced through the laughter and giggles. You both looked over at your bedside table where your phone alarm was shrieking. Grabbing the phone, he hit the screen before tossing it on the other side of the bed. “It's already 1.”

You hummed, “We should get ready for lunch with my parents.”

“How about in 20 minutes time?” He flopped to his side of bed before gathering you into his arms.

“Hal, baby, the alarm is for -”

A loud beep from the other bedside table interrupted you. Your eyes met his and you could practically see the guilt swimming in them. After untangling himself, he dragged himself out of bed and to his phone. You sat up, “Guess that can't wait for another 20 minutes?”

He slipped on his ring, “Sorry babe, the world needs me.”

You bit your lip watching the Green Lantern suit form, “I need you. This is important to me, to us.”

“And this is important too.” He glanced at your disheveled figure and could see the telltales of tears forming at the corner of your eyes. “Babe, I'll be there. I promise.” Hesitantly, he pecked your lips.

“Don't make promises you can't keep Jordan.” With that, you threw yourself out of bed and out of the room. Hal released a frustrated sigh before flying out of the room with a clouded mind.

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“So, sweetheart, where's your fiancé?” The disapproval tone of your father seeping into his words.

“Darling, behave!”

Your father spat, “Don't act as if you're okay with your child marrying a stranger. First, running off with him and now a marriage? Instill remember the last time we tried having dinner with him he didn't even show his face!”

Your mother huffed at him before sending you an apologetic look. Shrugging it off, you pushed down the urge to break down. A lump was already forming in your throat as your eyes were glossing over while you listened to your mother's attempts at changing the subject. Your father’s one-liners were not helping your case.

Unfortunately, yet saving you from drowning deeper in your dark thoughts, a blast occurred not far from your location. It sent everyone into a murmuring panic after the ground shook. However, nothing else mattered as you caught a glimpse of a yellow blur speeding towards the location.

Feet taking action before your mind could process, you ran. Gone with the wind were your parents shouting at you to come back or the crowd rushing away from that place. All you could think of was the possibility of Hal in danger with the Yellow Lanterns.

When you reached the blast location, you could see a crater beside a certain Green Lantern. He was fighting off a pink skin creature in yellow. As they both continued to form objects after objects with their rings, Hal failed to see the incoming danger. Despite feeling like time had stopped for a moment and seeing the yellow blast inching its way to Hal, you could not react fast enough.

A scream ripped out from your throat seeing the blast hit him, sending him plummeting into the ground. You sprinted to him, tripping over debris.

“Hal, baby, are you okay?” You cried, placing his head on your lap.

Groaning, Hal slowly opened his eyes and before you could even smile, he threw you off him. You were sent flying into the side of a car. Pain shot up your back and the back of your head throbbed. You were petrified but all you could think of was the Green Lantern beyond you constructing objects to spin around him. All you could hear the deafening silence in your ears were murmurs of your name and illusions.

Through the excruciating pain, your mind pieced it together that Hal was under the illusions that you were hurt by the hallucinations caused by the Yellow Lanterns who were flying off. You tried calling out to Hal to no avail. Your throat was not working together with you as only croaks could be heard from your lips.

Forcing yourself to your feet, you made your way to him, falling and stumbling every few steps. You continued calling out to him, croaks turning to screaming which finally caught his attention.

“Hal, baby, it's me. Please, you have to-” Eyes wide and crazed, he swung a hammer at you.

Landing on the asphalt metres away, you could hear the bones in your body snapping. Tears streamed down your face as wails of pain escaped your mouth. You could see the shape of Hal’s boots coming closer and to your best of ability, tried talking him out of his daze. However, all that came out was whimpering and broken words.

Before he could crush you once again, a red blur crashed into him. When the blur reformed, you could see the green eyes you were so accustomed to and a pathetic chuckle was released from your lips.

Barry took a double take when he saw you on the ground. A series of oh Gods came pouring out of your mouth as he tried carrying you without moving you too much. Before he could zoom off, to which you presumed was the hospital, another hit sent you both away from the other.

Hal, I need you.

You tried calling out to him but you could not even move your fingers. Moreover, the pain was turning into a numbing pain before they were gone entirely. You fought to keep your eyes open to continue watching the red and green run about.

Hal, I'm sorry. Come back to me.

Before your eyes could fully shut, you see familiar red boots before seeing the freckled face of Wally. You tried reaching out to him but your hand merely twitched and then darkness.

Hal, of course, I'd marry you!