#just been really disliking my dinah design lately which is no good

[tabooiart]

messing aroung with my dinah and electra designs because im going insane. also i cant decide which version of electra i like better so lmk what yall think

[flaminpumpkin]

Happy birthday, Jordan

It wasn’t even 4am when Hal woke up to the gentle green glow of his ring announcing a new message from the Corps. They really couldn’t leave him alone, even on his birthday now, could they? 

He had half a mind to pretend not to notice and go back to sleep. His last mission had been short but exhausting, leaving him completely drained. His dark circles had dark circles at this point, even though he had slept basically all day the day before, waking up only to go to the bathroom and eat half an apple and a toast. 

Unfortunately for him – and fortunately for the Corps – Hal Jordan was a devoted man and an Honor Lantern so he kind of had to. 

With a loud groan, he straightened a bit so he could prop his chin in his hand, not moving from his position on the bed where he was sprawled on his stomach, pillow still half under him. He had been Earth-side for barely two days, if they were expecting from him to look decent, they could fuck right off. 

But when he ordered his ring to open the message, he was greeted by a short and simple: Happy birthday, Hal! Just this. It made him smile (and also breathe a bit more easily, he really didn’t want to go back to space this quickly.) 

Then his ring pinged again and there was a little hologram of his fellow Green Lanterns. He could see Kilowog and Tomar, Jess and Simon. John and Kyle, the younger man grinning like a five year old as he held a notepad with a caricature of Hal drawn on it and come on Kyle, my head is not that big. There was also Guy. Who was… Hal sighed, shaking his head. Guy was harboring a shit eating grin while flipping him off. Typical. 

Before going back to sleep, he sent back a simple thank you note to all of them and then, for good measure, he sent another one to Guy with a hologram of himself flipping the bird. 

He swore he could hear him laugh all the way to earth. That asshole. 

*    *    *

The second time he woke up, around three o’clock in the afternoon, Hal felt a lot less like a zombie. He probably still had a few hours of sleep to catch up on but it was nothing he couldn’t survive without. He had to be up in a couple of hours for monitor duty anyway, so might as well wake up a bit earlier and enjoy some peace before going back to work. 

There was a little cardboard box on his kitchen counter when he emerged from the shower, with a fancy little ribbon and a card. He didn’t even need to open the card to know who it was. 

Firstly, because Carol was the only one, with Barry, who had a spare key to his apartment in case he had an emergency call from the Corps and, secondly, because it just had her name written all over it. He recognized the design on the box being from that fancy French bakery close to her apartment and knew that when he would open it, he’d find a generous slice of their famous lemon meringue pie. 

He ate it in silence with some coffee, responding to the different birthday wishes he had received. Some were from Tom and a bunch of coworkers. There were also several audio messages from his nephew and niece trying to figure out how to work around the feature until their parents probably had had enough and had decided to take family photos instead. Six in total, all of them blurry. But at least Hal could somehow guess what was written on the sign his niece was holding. It made him laugh and he decided to call his brother, just to tease him.

They ended up talking for a while. It felt good, this small bit of normalcy.

*    *    *

Hal was on his way for the monitor room, two cups of coffee in hands, when he heard someone call his name. Ah. He had hoped no one would catch him before monitor duty. He was already on the brink of running late and god knew Batman disliked lateness. But hey, after all it was his birthday. 

“Hal! Hang on!”

He turned around just when Clark arrived at his level. The other man was smiling widely at him, holding a small plate with a cupcake on it in his big hands and looking like an oversized golden retriever puppy.

“Lois made enough cupcakes for an army because she was bored at home yesterday – I’m starting to think that forced leave really wasn’t our boss’ greatest idea but anyway. She told me to bring it here for everyone,” he said before Hal could even ask anything. “There’s a whole plate in the lounge but with Barry around I thought I’d give you one for your birthday before he wolfs them down.”

He snorted at that because, honestly, that was fair. Because of his powers, Barry was basically a walking stomach and everybody knew he had a giant sweet tooth. 

“Thanks, Clark.”

“You’re welcome. And happy birthday!” he said, floating away.

Hal had given up on trying to balance the plate and his two cups in his hands, using a construct instead, when Dinah pounced on him, quickly followed by Oliver and Barry. She was the first one to hug him, kissing his cheek gently.

“Happy birthday, hot stuff.”

“Thanks, Di.”

“Hal, my man! Happy birthday!” Oliver shouted before squishing Hal’s cheek between two big, callous hands, not even waiting for Dinah to be out of his arms.

In retrospect, he should have expected it – it was Oliver after all, the guy didn’t know what “inhibition” meant – but, he couldn’t stop his eyes from going wide as saucers as the blond placed a resounding kiss right on his lips.  

“So? How’s that for a birthday present?” he asked, smug, earning himself an eye roll from both Barry and Dinah. 

“That was my present?”

“Yes. Wonderful isn’t?”

“Truly. I’m delighted. Such a generous present.”

“I’m a generous man.”

“So charitable.”

All eyes turned on Barry.

“Was that sarcasm, Bear?”

The speedster fixed Oliver with a blank stare. He looked even more exasperated than usual, which made Hal snicker. People assumed way too often that Barry was a goody two shoes but Hal had witnessed firsthand how quick witted he really was. “A snarky little shit” Oliver had called him once. And he was right.

“Happy birthday, Harold,” Barry said after a few seconds of silent judgement, opening his arms to embrace Hal.

He returned the hug good heartedly.

“Bear, you can’t wish me happy birthday and then call me Harold. That’s not legal, buddy.”

“Just say thank you.”

Hal simply squeezed him one last time before letting him go, winking at the group as he started to walk down the corridor again.

“Gotta go. Don’t want Bats to be mad at me on my birthday.”

“Like that would bother you!”

“Well yes, actually,” he almost said but he didn’t want to spend the next thirty minutes explaining to Oliver why so he pretended he hadn’t heard.

Truth was, Hal and Bruce were friends. Good friends, even. Recently, the pilot had even caught himself hoping for them to become more than that. They still had disagreements of course, they were both stubborn but they were past that now. Most of the time, it felt more like some weird kind of aggressive flirting than a real fight.

Hal enjoyed the other man’s company, especially now that he was comfortable enough with him to talk about more personal matters, like his family and boy did Bruce had things to say about the weird little clique that was his family. The fond look on his face just made it all the more worth it.

He cherished those hours spent together on the Watchtower, sometimes wishing they could do this outside of their hero work. Maybe he could pretend to need help on the Javelin’s new update to see him. She needed one and the only other person who knew her as well as Hal did was Bruce. He could buy him dinner too. 

Sounds like a plan, he thought, entering the monitor room. 

Bruce was already there, of course. His cowl was pulled back like every time when they were paired up, his hair looking ridiculously good even mussed. The man was always so effortlessly pretty, it was revolting.

“You’re late, Jordan.”

He didn’t even glance in Hal’s direction but it wasn’t like he needed to check that it was him.

“Better late than never, Spooks.”

That earned him a huff and then he saw Bruce slide a cup of coffee towards him on the desk.

Oh.

“It’s probably cold now.”

Lukewarm was probably more accurate – Hal wasn’t that late. But he refrained from mentioning it to the other man, instead grabbing the two still steaming cups from his tray construct and handing his to Bruce. 

“I thought about preparing some too, so lucky us, I guess.”

He smirked at the Bat, oddly proud when Bruce smiled back, even just slightly. 

“Miss Lane’s?” Bruce asked, nodding in direction of his construct while taking a sip of his coffee.

Hal looked back at the still floating, green glowing tray and reached out to retrieve the plate Clark had given him.

“Yep. Wanna share? It was your birthday yesterday after all. And happy belated birthday. By the way.”

It wasn’t lost on Hal that he had completely forgotten to even text him for his birthday but, like he had said, better late than never. He knew it probably hadn’t bothered Bruce, maybe hadn’t even registered with him that Hal hadn’t said anything but it sure did bother the pilot that he had forgotten. Bruce smiled again anyway, something small and secretive. Something just for him to see. Hal could feel an unusual blush creep up his cheeks.

“No, thank you,” Bruce said, turning back towards the screens in front of them, the cup Hal had given him cradled in his gauntleted hands. “Clark actually flew all the way to Gotham yesterday to bring us some. I left it for the kids. Too sweet.”

Hal had to laugh at that.

“Says the guy who takes his coffee with a metric ass load of sugar and cream in it.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

Bruce side-eyed him, half hiding a smirk behind the rim of his cup and Hal laughed again. 

They focused on the monitors after that, a companionable silence between them, and Hal regretted not sleeping those two extra hours earlier. He could feel the bone deep tiredness take over him after a mere half an hour, his body sagging in his chair and relaxing into it despite his best efforts to stay alert. 

He was nodding off, barely even conscious anymore, when he felt Bruce take his cup from his lax fingers.

“Idiot,” he heard him whisper and Hal wanted to retort something but he was too far gone to even form a coherent thought at this point. 

Then he felt fingers graze his forehead, brushing away wild strands of hair, followed by a pair of slightly chapped lips pressing there. He automatically leaned into the gentle touch, sighing long and deep. The lips stayed there a second longer, lingering and warming up his skin, his whole body. 

Hal wanted to wake up, to say something cheeky or, even better, just kiss Bruce. Properly. On the lips. Like he had been longing to do. But all he managed was a weak little whine as he turned his head towards the other man.

“Happy birthday, Jordan,” was the last thing he heard before drifting off completely.

(A few seconds later. Training room. Watchtower.

“Hey, Ollie?”

“What is it, Barry?”

“I think I just saw Bruce kiss Hal.”

“WHAT?!”)

[5hfanfiction]

Too Close To Home

Her eyes are watery too, but unlike Dinah, she looks rather sad. Although this wasn’t the initial reaction I was hoping for, it was nice to know that I still got some hold on her. To be honest, I wasn’t really thinking about what her reactions might be, I just thought that I needed this to be said. And I was right.

I finally feel genuinely free.

***

The event was finally wrapping up, the audience starts to walk towards the exit. The girls and I decided to take pictures together, for memory’s sakes. Lucy didn’t want to intrude our little reunion, so she stayed behind the lens with Ashlee. She looks a bit mad though. I dismissed it as I don’t see it as my problem, the girls didn’t seem fazed by it either.

I was on the far right, followed by Dinah, then Normani. Ally next to her and Lauren on the other end.

After a few minutes of posing for multiple cameras, we went for a group hug once more. Each one of them making me promise to stay in contact with them, except for Lauren that is. I was happy that they want to be there for me and support, even after my breakthrough.

I walk out of the stadium with my manager beside me. Ashlee had to use the another way to go to the car.

Roger then stated what my initial plan is, which is to do a minute interview with Clevver News before going back to the hotel room. He made a small recap of what I’m supposed to say and what I shouldn’t, not that I need those recaps anyway, the hour long meeting we’ve had a few days ago was enough already.

Once we saw the interviewer, we walk towards her and her cameraman. She asks me if I was I was ready and I nodded in response. The cameraman counting the seconds from 3… 2… 1…

“We are now live with one of the former member of Fifth Harmony, Camila Cabello,” she said, looking at the lens of the camera before directing her eyes to me, “You look beautiful, Camila, and your performance… it was amazing.”

“Thank you, you look beautiful as well, your dress looks amazing,” I added with a wink.

The interviewer giggled and continued, “Your dress looks better though, and I can’t help but notice that the color seems a lot like what the members of Fifth Harmony are wearing. Was it pure coincidence or did you guys plan it?”

“Yeah, it was actually a coincidence. We laughed when we noticed we saw each others’ dress. I guess that even if I’m not one of the members anymore, we’re still connected in a way, you know? We are sisters after all,” I laughed. Lies. We have the same designers, so I don’t doubt that the label were the ones requesting the same colored dresses. Besides, the relationship I had with Lauren was far from what sisters do.

“So the beef between the you and the girls were fake then?”

“Uh, it’s not untrue, we had a little bit of a misunderstanding at first. But we’re okay now though, sisters argue sometimes. Ours just happened to be publicized,” I know the label and my manager would be pissed at the last statement, but I couldn’t care less.

“Right.. So, your home girls have won some pretty big awards for their single with Iggy Azalea, how do you feel about that?”

A genuine smile spreads across my face, “I’m seriously proud of them, they clearly deserve these awards for all their hard work. I want nothing but the best for them.”

“Yeah, they do.. Alright now let’s talk about that emotional performance that you presented, how do you feel about that?”

“Uh-, yeah, my God. It feels so surreal. I’ve missed the adrenaline that rushes through my vein when on stage. 11 months is a little to long in my opinion. I wouldn’t change the performance though, even if I had the chance. It felt real and personal and I’m just glad that the world get to see that side of me,” I said, while directing my eyes to the lens with a grin.

“Yeah, it was well crafted. So bravo to you and your team for that. The song though. It’s about an ex-boyfriend that has moved on with another girl right?” She continues when I nodded, “so who’s the guy who gave this wonderful girl a heartbreak?”

I smile politely, knowing that this question would be asked sooner or later. Guess it’s soon then “Well, uh… it’s pretty personal so..” I add a small laugh to dismiss the question.

“But it looked like your eyes were trained to a spot somewhere in the audience, was he there?”

“Yes, but that’s all I’m going to have to say.”

“Alright.. It’s better than nothing. Your time is precious so I’ll let you go now. Congrats and good luck on your soon-to-be released album. It’s already one of the most talked about album of the year,” she said.

“Thank you,” I look at her and the camera before walking towards the SUV waiting in front.

This is a fact. The label has been controlling everything about me and the girls. They have ever since we signed the contract. Even the interview was scripted. I just added a few things to make it sound like it wasn’t dry enough to cause suspicions.

The fact that I said that it was publicized was actually a hint to my fans and the Harmonizers. They actually started to doubt each of our acts in front of the camera since the letters got released. And although I’m proud that they have figured it out, they just made the label step up their game in hiding now.

Every movement I make is calculated, making sure that I’m not making the wrong one. The statement wasn’t obvious enough to actually anger the label, but it probably would make them more strict on what I’m supposed to say now. But hey, at least I didn’t straight up tell them that the letters were orchestrated by the label themselves, right?

Since everything in Fifth Harmony was controlled, I had no room to express my true feelings. But now that I’m out, I could at least convey my emotions through the music.

Being with a group with four other girls, we couldn’t settle for an agreement on the songs since each one of us were different. So the label simply hired songwriters to make those lyrics. It wasn’t what we wanted, but at least we had mutual dislike towards it.

Now that I’m a solo recording artist, I have more input on the songs and album. What I still didn’t get were my privacy and the control on my private, or rather public life.

***

My ringtone blasted tthrough my ears, waking me up from my slumber in the middle of the night

“What?!” I grumbled, not even caring to check the Caller ID.

“Check your fucking Twitter right now!!!” the male voice that sounds a lot like my manager growled through phone’s speaker, jolting me for the second time tonight.

“What the hell? Why?!! It’s fucking 2am for gods sakes. This is the only break I’ve had in a long ass time,”

“Just check it goddamn it!” Yeah, it’s my manager alright. Not only is his face unappealing, his voice is totally repugnant.

I obey, knowing that if I argue more, he would just stay on the phone longer. But that didn’t stop me from whining though. My laptop was on the table, far beyond my reach. I switch the call to loud speaker so I don’t have to hold my phone to my ear to listen his grumpy voice.

I carry my laptop to the bed and switched it on. Immediately logging on to Twitter, the faster I can get this done, the faster I can hang up and sleep.

But then, I don’t think I could sleep anytime soon as I look at my feed. It was filled with tabloid users and full of tags of me and Lauren. I grew confused and decided to click on one of the link that directed to their website.

Once it was loaded, a picture of Lauren and I hugging backstage came was on the screen. There were also pictures of me frowning at her, looking pissed. The picture was in potato quality though, as per usual. It always is when it comes to us. The CCTV probably caught it and one of the paparazzi got a hold on it.

“Well, shit.”

“Yeah!” Roger, my manager, exclaimed. He continued, “what the hell were you doing?”

“What’s wrong with hugging a friend you haven’t met in a while?” I defended, glad that he didn’t know that Lauren and I were together.

“Well, for one, rumors are now flying around about Camren. I thought we were done with that annoying ship!”

“What?”

“Camren.. Did you even read it?” he questions accusingly. Well, technically I haven’t but whatever.

“Hold on” I start to scroll down and saw the headline in huge caps, “CAMREN MIGHT HAVE BEEN REAL.” I scowled, how could they conclude that on a simple picture of two girls hugging each other? I scrolled down more and read the article.

’Could it be that Camren might actually be real, or real at some point?

Camren was a ship name, consisting of one of the member of Fifth Harmony, Lauren Jauregui, and a former member, Camila Cabello. It was a name the Harmonizers gave when they saw  how inseparable both of them were back when they were still in X-Factor.

Although none of them have ever admitted to the public about their relationship, their actions caught behind the scenes tonight showed otherwise.

Camila was seen hugging Lauren happily backstage. But as they depart, she looked rather pissed.

As the night of the AMAs went on, Camila got emotional and sad on stage, staring at one spot on the crowd during her performance. She has stated in an interview with Clevver News that the song is about a certain someone who broke her heart and that the person happens to be in the crowd.

As we analyzed Camila’s performance further, we have noticed that Lauren happens to be in the crowd where Camila was looking at. And at the end of the show, it was seen that Lauren and her fiancé got into heated argument. Lastly, we saw Lucy walking out of their hotel alone, looking furious late at night.

So the theory is this, they were together back when Camila was still a member of Fifth Harmony, but as they grew, they seemingly broke up. The reason of why they broke up is still unknown, though some of the staffs had suggested that Camila didn’t want to come out publicly, causing them to break up. Since Lauren has come out about her sexuality already, it couldn’t be her.

Harmonizers could see the tension between all of the members before Camila actually left. There were also a few gossip sites that claimed that Camila and Normani hated each other. Coincidentally, Normani  happens to be the closest to Lauren.

Camila seemed sad throughout the 7/27 tour. We overlooked it because we thought it was just because of the stress. But due to recent events, we have a theory that it was because the singer didn’t want to be with her ex 24/7 (I mean, we can’t really blame her). So since she was the one that seemed rather separated from the group, she quit, and instead pursue a solo music career.

Now that they reunited, old feelings  probably spark once more, causing the hug to happen. But as they separated, maybe Camila realized that Lauren is engaged to Lucy.

The song that Camila performed on the stage tonight also showed how it might’ve been about Lauren. The song is about Camila witnessing her former lover with another girl. It could have been about Lauren and Lucy.

We will try to get some more insights from their representatives soon.’

I read through every word that the journalist has written and I was surprised that they caught on so fast. The theory seemed pretty accurate, except for maybe about the fact that I was the one who didn’t want to publicize our relationship. It was the other way around.

I was brought back from my daze when I heard Roger asking, “Are you done? What the hell were you doing hugging Lauren in the open like that.”

“What?! We’re just friends.”

“It didn’t look that way!”

I wanted to retort his state but I heard a ding, indicating that I have another incoming call.

“Yeah, Roger, its late. We’ll talk about this later in the morning, when I can actually think.”

“Camila, don’t you dare ha-” and… I hung up.

I checked the Caller ID and saw Lauren’s name across the screen.

“Hello?” I said through the microphone.

“Hey, Camila, can you meet me tonight?”

…

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