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You can call me nat, s-her, 9teen (mdni), Half Cherokee half Caucasian, Ghiaccio’s #1 whore and Narciso Anasui’s wife !This blog will be slightly nsfw and probs a lot of angst, depending on how I feel that day. follow me on Pinterest ✧

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ONE SHOTS

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CONSEQUENCES OF A 1NIGHTER

SUMMARY: in which a one nightstand involving your teammate, Roy Harper, leaves you both with consequences you have to face.

WORD COUNT: 725

ft: teammate! Roy Harper

You can’t say that you didn’t see the signs. Your breasts feeling swollen, looking slightly bloated all the time… missing your period this month. And the month before.

You went to go see a doctor after a while, sitting in the waiting room for what felt like hours before the doctor finally called you in. You sat on the exam table, the doctor typing on his computer before finally turning to you. “From what it seems like, you might be pregnant.” He said in a professional voice, monotone and somewhat uncaring.

You slowly got up, your legs feeling like noodles as you walked towards the bathroom filled with anxiety and fear. You slowly pushed open the door to the women’s bathroom, stepping inside like you taking the first steps on the moon. Locking the door, you opened the toilet lid.

After taking the test you turned it over your breathing heavy as you hoped and prayed to God that it didn’t say-

Pregnant.

You are pregnant.

Your mind raced as you thought over every possible explanation as to how this happened. Then everything from that night came back to you, the shots, the sex, the things said- oh God, and who it was with. Your teammate, Roy Harper, you two have been pining for one another for God knows how long..

You immediately picked up your phone and dialed his number, praying to whomever that he answered. He answered on the second ring, probably training or something. “Yup ?” He said, clearly not expecting what is to come. You hesitated, suddenly afraid of how he’d react but you sucked it up and let out a sigh. “Roy…I have something to tell you.” You anxiously said, sliding down the wall until you plopped down onto the ground, pregnancy test reading ‘positive’ in ur hand.

He seemed to pick up on how anxious you sounded, putting down his bow, his attention now fully focused on his phone. “What’s up? You sound off.” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

You pursed your lips, opening and closing your mouth like a goldfish before finally spitting it out. “Roy, I’m pregnant.”

You heard the sound of clattering, suspecting that Roy probably dropped his phone out of shock. You felt tears brim your eyes, thinking that he was probably pissed or- “you…you’re pregnant? And it’s mine? It’s mine, right?” He asked hurriedly, almost as if he was in disbelief, shock, pure joy, and worry. Of all of the above.

You were silent for a couple of seconds before pressing the phone back to your ear. “I’m pretty sure, I’m at the doctors right now…he told me to take a pregnancy test and…yeah. It says I’m pregnant so-“

“I’m gonna be a dad? Again?” He cut off, you didn’t know what emotion he was experiencing right now. It was hard to tell, really.

“I guess so…?”

“Like for real?”

“Yes…”

“For real for real? You’re not pulling my leg?”

“Yes Roy, I’m sure.”

“Just to be really sure-“

“Roy.”

“Sorry.”

There were a couple moments of silence before he spoke again. “Do you…want me to come pick you up? So we could talk about this in person?” He started off, not pressuring or anything but you knew that he would prefer to talk in person. “Yeah, let me just get the notes from the doctor…” you muttered, rubbing a hand over your face.

“Okay, I’ll-uh… I’ll see you shortly.”

“Bye Roy..”

A couple minutes after getting the papers from the doctor, Roy showed up. You both locked eyes with each other as if trying to calculate how you both feel about this. “What are we going to do, Roy?..” you muttered, finally breaking down. Tears welling in your eyes, you didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, you always wanted to be a mother, on the other…are you really ready to be one?

“Hey, hey, We’ll get through this together …calm down, it's going to be okay.” He assured, rubbing his hands up and down your arms as a way of trying to get you to calm down. “We’ll get through this together.” He repeated.

“I promise you.”

but also this in combination with the way you write the reader and roy in this is so genuinely perfect, i love how you detailed their phone call, the way the reader and roy--while physically distant during this conversation--are still very much close:

“I’m gonna be a dad? Again?” He cut off, you didn’t know what emotion he was experiencing right now. It was hard to tell, really. “I guess so…?” “Like for real?” “Yes…” “For real for real? You’re not pulling my leg?” “Yes Roy, I’m sure.” “Just to be really sure-“ “Roy.” “Sorry.” There were a couple moments of silence before he spoke again. “Do you…want me to come pick you up? So we could talk about this in person?” He started off, not pressuring or anything but you knew that he would prefer to talk in person. “Yeah, let me just get the notes from the doctor…” you muttered, rubbing a hand over your face.

like this entire exchange is genuinely so silly and honestly a much needed pause from the fear the reader is clearly experiencing, and i like to imagine that his looped questioning was a nice break in the anxiety for the reader as well, something that sort of quelled their worry in a moment as nerve-wracking as this; but, i also truly love how awkward and nervous and also entirely caring the both of them are, esp roy towards the reader. there is this air of care and love and respect between them that you make sure exists at the forefront and i think that really speaks so much to their relationship but also to roy's character at the end of the day: he's always going to care and love deeply, he's always going to wear his heart on his sleeve and do anything he can to help and ease the pain, even if he's awkward about it at first :')

Pairing: hal jordan x reader

In Which: you go to the dive bar where you met hal, hoping to see him again.

Warnings: mention of drinking; men being creepy (unwanted advances); hal calls reader ‘honey’, they’re in a situationship of sorts, no kissing scene because i’m a chicken, allusions to sex; also it’s not really plot relevant but reader doesn’t know hal’s a gl

Word Count: 826

a/n: hi readers and haltuals (hal-loving mutuals) i hope you’re all having a lovely day/night!! Shout out to @lechelovestoyap for beta-reading for me <3

☆/ telling your partner that you need their help to hide a dead body. includes: dick grayson, roy harper, kara zor el, hal jordan and bruce wayne

What did who say?

Hal Jordan x gn!reader

Summary📱: “I’m almost done, just need to stuff the holes.” He said. “That’s what she said!” You yell across the apartment. “What did who say?”

Aka: Hal can’t comprehend modern language and brainrot.

Pure fluff and comedy, no smut or warnings!

Hal was cooking dinner, wanting to make tonight stress free for you. Could he cook well? No. At least not on his own. To be fair, he’s never really had to cook before. During his pilot days, he mostly just ate out or when he worked in the Air Force, he had simple MRE’s to eat. Even as Green Lantern, he just ate at the corps or JLA cafeteria, and then diners when on Earth. He also doesn’t have a job to get money for ingredients, nor a set place to practice cooking on a working stove. He was bum, but he was your bum.

That’s why he was now watching a step by step YouTube tutorial on how to make Cannelloni’s. You swear you were going crazy hearing him rewind the video again and again to make sure he’s doing it right. But at least he’s trying.

“Alright, I’m almost done, it just says I need to stuff the holes.” He says, more speaking to himself than to you.

“That’s what she said!” You yelled across the apartment, coming out of your guys bedroom. You couldn’t help yourself.

“What did who say?” He asks, turning his head to face you with a look of confusion and curiosity on his face.