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Howdy, Lizz here! Welcome to my blog! I write reader/self insert stories and post them here, on AO3, and Wattpad. I'm not taking requests or anything right now, but I may in the future! For now imma write whatever I feel like! Mortal Kombat and Monster Hunter are my main fandoms right now! I will update the fic list as time goes on and I post more stuff!

Fics: Mortal Kombat: And They Were Roommates: Shinnok's Head x Reader [4 Parts] [Complete] Intro Banter with Monster Hunter Reader [3 Parts]

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Heads or Tails

Summary: Ghost has undergone a lot of changes recently, many of which you find concerning. So you concoct a plan to try to bring the old Ghost back, the first and most crucial step: getting rid of that new mask.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Word Count: ~4.0k

Warnings: language, slight physical aggression, some uncool boundary crossing, my attempt to sound Bri'ish

A/N: Hello! So this is a new endeavor for me! I've never written for Ghost or CoD/MW before, but I've recently become obsessed with interested in the characters, and so wanted to give it a go. I was rushing a little to get this out, but I really hope you enjoy! :)

"Bet it's a fetish or somethin'."

Your neck nearly snaps as you swivel to the left, your eyes bugging at the Scot's words.

"Probably humiliation kink… Maybe breath play," Soap ponders aloud, eyes trained across the room pensively.

"Nah, mate. I reckon it's a bad trim, or some bad ink," Gaz adds from your right, making you pivot in your seat. "What'd you think? Tribal or teardrops?" He gestures to his own face, attention also drawn straight ahead.

As the two go back and forth positing ideas, your own eyes are finally steered to the figure in question. This conversation, like seemingly all the ones as of late, is centered around one topic and one topic only.

That damn mask.

While Ghost's signature masks are nothing new to the members of the 141, this one in particular has had you all scratching your heads for weeks. Much like his other balaclavas, this one is dark with a contrasting white skull, only this mask has one minor addition that none of the others have ever included: A big, bouncy puffball right on the top of his head.

When you first saw it, you honestly thought it was a joke; you were on a mission in the tundra, after all. But as you started to laugh, the sharp, deathly glare the Lieutenant gave you had you immediately snapping your mouth shut, averting your eyes out of respect.

Where he got that mask, you hadn't a clue, but you figured it would be just a one time thing anyway. However, that assumption turned out to be entirely wrong as Ghost continued to wear it again and again, no matter the mission conditions. Not only that, but he's also been exclusively wearing it around the base too; that is, whenever you do see him around the base. 

It's been weeks now and you haven't spotted him without that ridiculous mask once. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he wears it 24/7. But that can't actually be the case unless he likes waterboarding himself with every shower, which if he does, then good for him, you guess.

Though you have a lot of questions you'd like to ask the Lieutenant, the one eating at you the most is why. Why the switch up? Why the obsession with this specific mask? Why all these little changes you've noticed about him over the past several weeks?

Because that's the thing. Beyond the pom pom, there's something about Ghost that's been… different. Better, even, in some regards, but there's also been a massive decline in others. 

Out in the field, he's shown significant improvement. His aim has been sharper, his knife skills cleaner, hell, even his walk has been more sure-footed. While Lieutenant Riley has always been the cream of the military crop, for the last several weeks, he's been on another level.

Off the field, however, is a different story entirely. Instead of the man you thought you knew, it's like you hardly recognize Ghost anymore. He's been much more curt, closed off, and dare you say, a downright cunt to you all, and that doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of all the other discrepancies you've noticed with his character. 

Like why has he been avoiding the team much more than he ever used to, or why does he immediately shut down any attempts at getting close with him? He's never been an incredibly open or approachable man per se, but it's like he's gone full blown antisocial recluse now.

The sudden switch in his behavior just didn't make sense to you, so you tried casually bringing it up to Price one day, hoping maybe he had an explanation that would help piece things together. In response, however, your Captain simply shrugged his shoulders, dubbing the mask Ghost's "good luck charm" that must've just gone to his head. 

While you didn't necessarily have a better answer yourself, Price's conclusion wasn't good enough for you to accept as the truth. Maybe a lucky rabbit's foot or good luck coin or whatever could explain away Ghost's overnight tactical improvements, but it didn't answer the why of everything else. 

Why has Ghost changed so much?

As you reflect, the sound of Gaz and Soap's continued discussion slowly brings you back to the present, making you blink out of your stupor.

"...been acting all off. Like he's… paranoid or something," you hear Gaz say regarding Ghost. "Like, the other day for instance, when we got dropped off back at base, I swear, as soon as his boots hit the ground, he was booking it like he was about to get shot." 

Well, that's certainly a relief. Not that Ghost is acting strange, but that at least you're not the only one to notice.

"I thought maybe he was just sensitive to the floodlights – those things were ruddy blinding that night – but when I tried to catch up and ask him, you'd think I was chasing him from how fast he ran," Gaz adds.

Though that's a bit unexpected on Ghost's part, you suppose it's not all that uncharacteristic anymore. He's been increasingly aloof nowadays, and while you're not totally sold on Gaz's paranoia claims, you definitely see the cause for concern.

"Y'know, I think you're on to somethin'," Soap agrees with Gaz's conclusions. "Just the other night, 'round two in the mornin', I caught him rummagin' around the kitchens like he was afraid to get caught."

"Hold on," Gaz interjects, craning his head to face the other Sergeant. "What were you doing in the kitchens at two a.m.?"

"Mind yer business, that's what," Soap huffs, waving his hand dismissively. "But anyway, even then he was still hidin' beneath that bloody mask. I cannae even remember that last time I saw him without it," he says, almost dejectedly.

You can't remember the last time you did either, though you're not as beat up about it as Soap is. The man seems to have a certain fascination with staring at his Lieutenant's bare face that you can't say you totally relate to. 

As Soap continues thinking to himself of when last he saw Ghost without his mask, he suddenly snorts, smiling as he tells you, "Y'know, I once tried to break in his room and steal that thing while he slept, but the lad has some unpickable locks on his door, I tell ya," he chuckles.

"Oi, you mental or something?" Gaz's voice pitches up. "Trying to steal his mask? You'd be lucky if he didn't string you up by your bollocks just for thinking it."

Soap scoffs, peeking over from the corner of his eye. "Oh, come on. Like you've never?"

"I'd like to keep my boys securely attached, thank you." Gaz shifts his weight at the uneasy thought, grimacing slightly.

That has Soap turning fully in his seat, making to confront Gaz head on. "So you're tellin' me you like the new mask? That you don't want to see the fucker gone?"

Gaz shakes his head, mirroring Soap as he similarly turns to face him. "I didn't say that. I'm just as tired of looking at it as you are."

At that, Soap throws his hands up, letting out an exasperated breath. "So let's do somethin' about it!" he exclaims, calling back to his attempted theft.

"Like what?" Gaz huffs. "You want me to ask nicely? 'Ghost, would you please lose the mask? There's only room for one ugly hat around here, and Price has already filled that niche. So sorry.'"

As the two Sergeants continue to bicker over the top of your head, you keep your eyes on Ghost who's still in the room. Thankfully, he appears to be completely oblivious to the animated discussion happening around you. You don't think he'd enjoy hearing how his teammates want to throw his mask in an on-fire garbage bin.

Gradually, your attention starts to drift away from the conversation at hand until you're right back at your earlier conundrum: trying to figure out Ghost's deal. 

Why has he been acting so different as of late? What could have brought on such a drastic change in his behavior? As you think, Soap and Gaz's words lightly filter through your mind, and suddenly, the answer becomes blatantly obvious. 

What's the common denominator in all of this? What seems to be the root cause of all this discourse? It all comes down to one thing and one thing alone.

That fucking puffball mask of his.

Ever since he got that new mask, there's been a never ending stream of changes with Ghost, most of which you'd argue are for the worse. You know it's silly to cast blame on such a normally inconsequential scrap of fabric, but at this moment, there's nothing else that makes sense in your mind.

Maybe the change is because his brain is being squeezed too tight or maybe he's been having a constant bout of heat stroke these last few weeks. Whatever the reason, you can see how wearing that mask has negatively affected him, and you're eager to see that rectified.

"I've got it!" you pipe up for the first time, interrupting the Sergeants who are still verbally going at it. You look between them both before once more bringing your gaze back to Ghost. "I know what to do," you say confidently.

Though the old Ghost you knew has been M.I.A. recently, you don't think he's truly gone, not permanently anyway. He's just been squirreled away for the time being, trapped in a cage of woven black thread. You just hope that, with a little luck and a lot of planning, soon…

You'll be able to set him free again.

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You peek impatiently around the corner, seeing Gaz standing at the end of the hall. When he notices you, he shakes his head, turning back to keep watch like directed. 

Annoyed, you check your phone again. Soap said they were on their way five minutes ago. You know it's a maze of passageways between here and there, but still, they should've shown up by now. 

At its core, your plan is simple, but so many pieces have to come together for you to pull it off successfully. One screw up and it all comes toppling down, and you doubt you'll ever get a chance at a redo.

Another 30 seconds pass before you're checking on Gaz again, the man keeping a silent sentinel against the wall. The trap's been set, all you have to do is sit back and wait. But you're not sure how much longer you can handle until you go mad.

Just as you're about to text Soap for confirmation again, Gaz perks up, turning and nodding over at you. Before he can be spotted by anyone else, he slips into the room at his back, quickly closing the door shut.

Finally! It's time. Operation Unmask is a go.

You stoop to pick up one of the items at your feet, counting down from 20 as you hear a pair of heavy boots slowly approach your position. When you finally reach zero, you suck in your breath. It's now or never, baby.

Right before the figure can descend on your hiding spot, you pop out around the corner, colliding directly with the man you'd expected to find. Ghost grunts in surprise at the blunt contact, that damn pom pom on his head bouncing as he stumbles slightly.

"Oh, sorry!" you call out innocently. "Didn't see you there." It's not exactly a lie. You struggle to peer around the tower of boxes in your arms, stacked high enough that you can hardly see a thing ahead.

Ghost grunts again as he takes in the scene you've laid out, thankfully seeming to accept it at face value. "Careful," is all he says, moving to continue in the direction he was headed.

"Oh, uh, actually—?" you stop him before he can escape. "Sorry, but… Do you think you could…?" You shift the boxes deliberately in your hold, hinting at the favor you mean to ask. "If you don't mind. They're really heavy."

This plan all hinges on whether or not Ghost will take the bait. Though he's been less than charitable recently, in the past, he used to be quite helpful to you in particular. That's why you're the one who had to ask for his help. You knew that anyone else, he'd decline immediately.

But you can tell Ghost is hesitant to agree to assist you now, not only because of his recent change in character, but because he was currently preoccupied.

"Price is waitin' for m—" he starts to give the excuse Soap had fabricated to lure him out of his room.

"Please," you cut him short, pretending your situation is dire. "It'll be quick. I just need to get these to my office." That's where you pulled them from initially, filling them with whatever junk you could find to weigh them down. Soap and Gaz weren't thrilled to have to lug them all the way over here, but you had to make them heavy to be convincing, you'd told them.

As if on cue, out of the corner of your eye, you see Soap finally make his appearance at the end of the hall. He turns the corner Ghost had come from earlier, having successfully tailed the Lieutenant all the way from his room undetected. Gaz's timing is also stellar as not a second later, he carefully opens and exits the door Soap passes by.

Luckily, Ghost doesn't seem to notice the two Sergeants quietly lurking behind him – a blessing since, sometimes, you swear he has a pair of eyes in the back of his head. 

He considers you for a moment, staring at the stack in your hands, glancing at the others still by your feet. Though you can sense he's warring with himself, another light 'please' from your lips has him caving with a sigh.

As Ghost bends to grab one of the box towers, that's when Soap really makes his move. The Scot creeps forward until he's within arm's length of Ghost, hand outstretching as he reaches towards the Lieutenant's head. Just before he can close his fingers around the mask – intending to snatch and run, the fastest of you three – Ghost does something that surprises you all.

Without even looking, Ghost suddenly jerks away from Soap's grasp, ducking at an almost unnatural speed and angle. At first, it's like he doesn't even realize what's happened himself, but then he turns and sees Soap standing there, hand caught right in the cookie jar.

"What the fuck d'you think you're doing, MacTavish?" Ghost asks roughly.

Soap blinks dumbly, shocked by Ghost’s quick reaction. "S-Sir," he stutters, his brain trying to catch up with his mouth. "Just… thought… I… saw a piece of lint," he makes up the fib on the spot, then boldly reaches towards the mask again.

Once more, Ghost evades his reach, leaning far back like he's in The Matrix. He growls and slaps Soap's arm down. "You wanna keep that hand, Sergeant?" he rumbles.

In response, all Soap can do is nod his head, baffled into a state of silence. 

"Then fuck off," Ghost warns him not to try again. He then nods towards the pile at your feet. "Or better yet, make yourself useful and pick up a box." 

Still in a trance, Soap immediately complies with the Lieutenant's order. The two grab a respective stack, Ghost directing Soap to walk ahead as he no longer trusts him where he can't see him.

Fuck! This is not at all what you envisioned. This train is rapidly going off the tracks, heading straight over a cliff.

But thankfully, you have a potential backup in place, and Gaz quickly makes his way over as he sees things running amok.

"Ghost?" he captures the attention of the growingly irritated man, who stops and turns at the sound of his voice. "Uh… your shoe's untied," Gaz mumbles once he's under the intimidating gaze of Ghost, and your eyes fall shut at the lame excuse.

Christ, this is all going to shit. There's no way you're going to pull this off.

Somehow, though, Ghost chooses to check Gaz's statement, and he cranes his head down to inspect his boots. "No," is all he says, seeing his laces clearly intact. But before he can stand back up, head still down turned, Gaz takes his opportunity before it can slip away.

Gaz tries to grab for the bloated puffball wobbling in his face, but just like before, Ghost seems to have a sixth sense for it. Again, he bends out of the way, spectacularly agile, and shoots a glare at the Sergeant's gall.

"You out of your fuckin' mind? What's gotten into you lot?" Ghost accuses the three of you, turning to look at you all, becoming increasingly suspicious of what you're doing.

Shit fuck ass balls. You need to act fast. He's starting to catch on. 

Panicked, you do the first thing that pops into your head, dropping the boxes to the floor with a thunderous thump. Ghost's head snaps in your direction, eyes wide in confusion, and they only widen more as you purposefully knock the boxes out of his hands too.

"Whoops!" you exclaim and swiftly crouch down, starting to pick up all the bits and bobs that spilled out.

Gaz realizes your intent and quickly follows suit, stooping down to help you clean up the mess. It's a few seconds before Soap catches on as well, and then all three of you are on your hands and knees, crawling around like a pack of vermin.

"The fuck's the matter with you bunch?" Ghost exhales, unable to make sense of the unfolding chaos. Nevertheless, though, he begrudgingly lowers himself down, electing to assist despite his growing skepticism.

As you go about cleaning up the mess you made, you try to covertly catch the eyes of your accomplices. Without words, you ask them which one is going to make a move, who'll grab for the mask next, but both seem a little reluctant at trying their hand again.

Ugh, whatever. You'll just do it yourself then. Really, how hard can it be?

Slyly, you creep around until you have a good vantage on Ghost, his back partially turned to you. You edge closer and closer until you're nearly bumping into him, pretending to still pick up the items scattered around. Then slowly, so incredibly slowly, you raise your hand up, reaching towards the back of Ghost's mask. Just as your fingers graze the fabric, pulling it up a mere centimeter, Ghost jolts, springing to his feet with a start.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he yells.

"What's wrong with you?!" you fire back, your frustrations boiling over. You pop up to mimic his stance, throwing all stealth to the wayside as you figure the jig is up anyway. "We're just trying to help you."

"Help me?" he sneers. "Like hell. You're out to fuckin' get me."

There he goes again with the paranoia Gaz proposed. Though maybe, in this instance, he's not entirely wrong.

"You think we haven't noticed the differences with you? How much you've changed recently?" you continue. "We can see what that thing's doing to you. You'd be better off without it."

Ghost shakes his head in wild perplexity. "The hell are you on about?"

"The mask, L.T.," Soap rises to his feet. "Take it off," he implores.

"Who the fuck d'you think you are giving me orders, Sergeant?"

"It's just a mask, sir, and we've all seen you without one before," Gaz joins the showdown. "What have you got to lose?"

Ghost looks between each of you angrily, pointing an accusatory finger at you all in turn. "You're all way out of line! Get the hell back," he urges as you three start to close in.

"Why d'ya always hide from us now? I thought we were friends, L.T." Soap reaches forward, his hand immediately swatted away.

"Ghost, really, the thing's a bloody eyesore. Just get rid of it." Gaz tries his luck, only to be met with the same result.

Again and again, you all try dislodging the mask, descending on Ghost like a pack of rabid animals. With each swipe and stretch, he expertly dodges your attacks, bending and batting you away like pests.

"Quit fuckin'—!"

"Just let me—!"

"Oh, for cryin' out loud!"

The scene is total, unbridled chaos – voices raised, arms entangled, rubbish littered all over the ground. You three push forward on Ghost until he's backed into the wall, trapped with no way out. He fights and fights, the pom pom jostling around perilously, until finally, bitterly, he's overcome.

Soap gets his fingers hooked under an edge of the mask, and he yanks, pulling it all the way off. For the first time in weeks, Ghost's face is revealed to you all, and you'd be ecstatic if not for one detail that has you freezing.

Is that a…?

No, it can't be. You must be imagining things.

Actually, that looks kind of real. Holy shit, that's definitely real!

Oh my God! Is that a—?

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT?!"

You, Gaz, and Soap all jump back in horror at the sight before you: a plump, little, white rat nestled atop Ghost's head. The rodent seems just as shocked to see you as you are it, and it lets out a small squeak as you lock with its beady eyes, tiny fingers clinging to Ghost's hair.

"Aaaahhh!" Soap unleashes a girlish shriek, dropping the mask as he rears back.

"What the fuck, Ghost? No really, what the fuck?!" Gaz asks dumbfounded, hand coming up to cover his mouth.

Before anyone has a chance to fully process what they're seeing, the rat tugs on Ghost's hair, moving him to scoop up his mask from the floor. He's guided to shove the fabric back on his head, perhaps a little more roughly than intended, because you hear a pathetic squeak ring out as he does.

He points his index finger at you in a threatening manner, the holes over his eyes slightly askew. "Not a word," he grumbles, spinning on his heel. "Not one fuckin' word!" 

And just like that, he takes off down the hall, a fat, pink tail sticking out from under the back of his mask. It takes a moment before you even realize your mouth is still wide open, and you close your jaw with an audible thud. 

Vaguely, you hear Soap muttering behind you, near tears as he cowers against the wall. "Steamin' Jesus, I think I touched it! Did— Did it bite me? Am I bleedin'? I think I'm bleedin'!" he blubbers hysterically.

"Nah, you're alright, mate! You're alright!" Gaz tries to comfort him, unsuccessful as he’s also rattled.

As the two huddle together in the corner, you're left staring after Ghost's rapidly fleeing figure, trying to pick up the pieces of your newly fractured reality. 

That… was… 

Honestly, you're not sure what the hell that was.

A rat? That rides on Ghost's head? Controlling his every move and muscle? You guess that explains a few things about his behavior recently, but mostly, it just leaves you with more questions than answers.

Where the hell did he get that thing? How the fuck does it work? Why did he even think to test it out in the first place?

Actually, on second thought, no, you don't want to know. You've seen enough for one day, or really, one lifetime. 

At the start of this, you thought you had such a great plan to unveil – one that would simply reveal the "true" Ghost again. You didn't realize that in the process of trying to set him free, you would release a whole other beast, literally. And while at your core you still believe your intentions to help were good, you realize now that, perhaps…

Some things are better off hidden.

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A/N: Squeak squeaker squeaky squeak! [Translation: Happy April Fools!]

It figures that my first venture in this fandom is a crack fic. I expected nothing less lmao. But anyway, I'd love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

THE WAY OF THE HOUSEHUSBAND AU

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* the real first prize is my spouse’s smile *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

characters: zhongli, thoma, diluc, kaeya, childe, itto, scaramouche, xiao, and ayato ( x gn!reader)

plot: the moment he received a chance of living the rest of his life with you, his beloved, he knew he had to take it. now that he’s retired from being a part of the yakuza, how is it like living as a househusband?

note: i decided to make this a series (?) whereas i’d post fics of genshin men in the way of the househusband au, feel free to explore around !

navigation .｡.:*☆

official character guide — guide on genshin men as househusbands who retired from being a yakuza boss.

general hc — hc on what it’s like for genshin men to be a househusband (diluc, kaeya, childe, thoma, and zhongli)

househusband ayato — hc on what ayato is like as a househusband

starting the day with them — drabbles on what its like to wake up with them (zhongli, diluc, kaeya, thoma, ayato, childe, scaramouche, itto, and xiao)

more coming soon!

anon reply .｡.:*☆

here’s where i’ll be replying to brainrot anons who’d like to share their scenarios about this au series !

knitting sweaters (thoma) — hc on thoma knitting clothes for you and taroumaru.

househusband yaksha (xiao) — hc on what xiao is like as a retired-yakuza-househusband

househusband scaramouche ?! — hc on what scaramouche is like as a househusband

the number one househusband (itto) — hc on what itto is like as a househusband !

how they react to bashers - hc on how they deal with people who bash you two because of your lifestyle.

remote working ! - hc on how they deal with you remote working (work at home)

perfect plans, imperfect problems - hc on how they celebrate your birthday but encountered a problem.

spending your day off with them - hc on what it’s like to spend time w them on your day off!

origins of the pink apron - hc on how they manage to get the pink apron and why they kept it (diluc, scaramouche, and xiao)

more coming soon!

flinging your friends over your shoulder like potato sack. dangling them by the scruff stacking them up in your arms like laundry shoving them into your purse etc etc i love it

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from this screenshot from 'starcrossed'

Green Lantern (Hal Jordan) and Superman rounding up superhero! (Fem) reader for a meeting + helping. The league is just starting out.

Setting: DCAMU

A/N: getting my feet wet in the dc community. 🦸‍♀️

+ “I got this.”

+Hal doesn’t mind rounding y/n up for a meeting (especially when everyone in the JL is just starting out) because he’s secretly (not so secretly) crushing on his team mate. So before Flash or Cyborg offer to get y/n he’ll offer to go and zips in the air without saying another word.

+So when GL visits y/n and she’s fighting criminals Hal offers to help in his own way of course.

+”Having trouble? Well, you’re in luck 🍀 Green Lantern is here to help… We also have a meeting.”

+Hal is cheerful about the first part but not so much about the meeting.

+Hal is happy to help once he gets the okay from y/n (it’s less work after all) and Hal will make quick work when he helps out. Using his ring in a creative way to scoop up the criminals and just “place” them in prison. (Leaving the guards in awe for sure)

+”Alright! We’re done here. Let’s go to headquarters.” +If y/n can fly Hal will fly beside them and he definitely talks the whole time, flirting a bit too.

+if she can’t fly Hal will offer to carry her, maybe make a jet 🛩️ if she really wants with his ring. Honestly, Hal prefers to carry if she’ll allow but he won’t make a fuss if they would prefer another way.

+When they arrive at HQ, Hal somehow sneaks his phone number in her pocket or! He’ll just give it to her in a smooth manner.

+”I could’ve sworn I had your number. You’re going to have to put it in my phone again.”

Bonus: if Hal gets the number he does the “score” gesture when she’s not looking. If not, he’ll be a bit moody the WHOLE meeting. But he’s not giving up.

+”I’ll go get y/n.”

+Being team leader no one tells him no and honestly Superman has left before they know it.

+on the way there he’s pretty happy to see y/n again and he has a little smile on his face. Once he gets there and he sees she’s trying to take down some criminals Superman doesn’t hesitate to help, it’s in his nature but he also does it because of his little crush.

+Unlike Hal, Superman just goes all in, no questions necessary. Talk about quick work too, like he’s super fast work that it takes y/n a bit to realize that the criminals have been rounded up and tied up.

+”Looked like you needed some help, so I swooped in. Sorry. We have a meeting.”

+ He comes from a good place and like Hal the situation is handled and all that’s left is for the police to arrive which isn’t long. Superman will kindly expect a thank you and will give a little pout if she doesn’t say it. (Because he wants to be the knight in shining armor to his love interest) if she says thanks it makes his day on the inside but he plays it cool.

+If she can fly that’s well and good because the two will have a lot to talk about on the way back to HQ for the meeting.

+If she can’t fly or Superman wants to hurry it along he’ll offer to carry her. Which is something he enjoys a bit more because he likes to play into the knight and shining armor.

+Good thing he’s easy to talk to; he definitely sneaks in a few glances her way the whole time there. If he gets caught looking he’s a little bashful and just says he was looking at the city (admiring the view)

+ once at HQ, Superman like Hal tries to get y/n’s phone number and he definitely pulls out the old reliable:

+ “We should keep in contact with one another, we should exchange phone numbers. Ya know, for meetings etc.,”

Bonus: If she doesn’t want to (perhaps too soon or shy) Superman pouts silently but doesn’t let it get to him for long and he’ll try again. If she does give him the number he’ll be cool on the outside but on the inside he’s actually really happy.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

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Hal Jordon as a Mentor Headcanons

A/N: Hopefully this is ok.

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Hal Jordan / Green Lantern being your mentor would include:

• Being given a bunch of nicknames but his favourite is probably ‘Lil’ Light’ “You can do better than that Lil’ Light.” “It’s (y/n). (Y/nnnn), say it with me.” “How about Greenie?” “Whatever old man.” “Hey! Stick to Hal.”

• Forming a middle finger with the ring when Hal starts to bug you with his teaching methods.

• Hal thinking it’s quite smart the first time and why didn’t he think of that?

• The other lanterns looking out for you and helping you get out of training if Hal is going overboard. “Kilowog, have you seen (y/n)?” “Nope, try the Andromeda galaxy.” “Cute, real cute.”

• After some tough training, Hal bringing some pizza or another food you like from Earth so you can relax a little.

• Meeting the Flash and other members of the Justice League, but since Hal and Barry are like best friends you see him more often.

• Hal being worried he’s not doing a good job. “You’re doing great, (y/n) is really glad you’re their mentor and wouldn’t want anyone else.” Barry assuring him otherwise since you speak to him outside of hero personas. “Seriously? (Y/n) said that?” “Yeah, they may not act like it but (y/n) holds you in high regard Hal.”

• Doing Batman impressions after visits to the Justice League, Hal is surprisingly good at the voice.

• “The ‘will’ is strong with this one.” “Kick your ass to the next galaxy, I will.” You roll your eyes but indulge him anyways. “Got you to join in that time~”

• Going for flights at ridiculous times to learn new tricks that are occasionally irrelevant in a fight. “I need a nap, 5 more minutes.” “(Y/n), don’t make me come in there and drag you out.” Flying out the window whilst Hal is still pacing outside your door thinking you’re not ready. “Hah! You’d have to catch me first Jordan!”

• Hal being over protective after a while because he’s grown attached. He will deny that. “You’re smooth right? Can you teach me a few tricks?” Having heard some of Hal’s remarks to female civilians. “Yes, and no. You’re too young.” “I’m basically an adult now!” “Still too young to me.”

• Hal taking the wrap for you if you mess up, even against your protests. The Lantern Corp elders have noticed this occasionally but chose to ignore some instances as they believe the trust you both have is worth while.

• Getting nervous when going on solo missions because you feel more confident with Hal by your side. “Can’t you come with me?” “(Y/n), you’re amazing and your training is going so well that I have complete faith in you.” “Hal I just don’t know.” “In brightest day, in darkest night. No evil shall escape my sight…” “Let those who worship evil’s might, beware my power - green lanterns light.” You finished the vow and took a deep breath. Hal gives you a reassuring smile and nod before sending you off.

• Meeting Guy Gardener and John Stewart who think you’re a credit to the Corps. John talks to you about strategies and battle plans whereas you get tips on how to annoy Hal from Guy. But you don’t need any help with that.

• Being pretty good friends with Hal outside of the hero business.

• Your training may sometimes be just for fun but when it comes down to it, you’re the best team out of the Lantern Corps and you’ll protect each other at all costs.