Love That Space Cop

Hey there!

I’m currently not accepting requests here. This blog is on hiatus. 

Yeah, I’ve gone on hiatus. 

It’s a mix of lost inspiration, diving into an old fandom, and just not... receiving feedback on what I’ve written. I’m burnt out.

This is going to the last one, so I don’t spoil the stuffs. 

‘Eyes were the windows to the soul’ was never truer than with Hal Jordan.

Hal always teased you about it, after you had told him one night several months into your relationship where everything was new and exciting.

“Get lost in my eyes again, gorgeous?” Hal was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, his voice lowered in a teasing tone. His hands slipped under your shirt and rested on your waist, thumbs tracing patterns on your skin. Warmth seeped into you.

You smiled. “Don’t I always?”

Hal closed his eyes and listened to you. When you started hiccupping, he got up and knelt in front of you, hand on your shoulder. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”

“Lookin’ good, gorgeous, did you do something with your hair?” Hal pressed his nose into your hair, inhaling, and whispered, “I missed you, dear.”

You didn’t let go of him, arms and face tight to his neck. “I missed you more.”

Pull his hair and bite where his shoulder meets his neck. Be ready for a ride 🥵