#like this seriously went over my head every time I read yj

[speedcomic]

Why is it only now that I realize what Super Heroes In Training stands for.

The snort I let out when I realized.

Young Justice (1998) #52

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Hi, I absolutely adore your writing and it’s quite inspiring and making my imagination go WEEWOO!

Could I request something for YJ With Dick? So like a headcanon or one shot (which ever you prefer queen) where the reader is quite reserved, snarky and can get angry real fast. They have feelings for Rob and they are especially snarky to him to hide their feelings, but they eventually start to open up more and during the events of episode 24 (you know, the one at haly’s circus), they open up to him and they confess? And he does the same?

Flower Language

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader

Warnings: Blood and injuries and plant death.

Word Count: 3.8k words

A/N: This is kind of my take on the Hanahaki disease, kind of. This was so much fun to write honestly, I didn't realize I like all this floral stuff so much. It also reminded me of another 'True Love's Kiss' trope I wrote for Dick Grayson as well. Also I changed the episode this was based on because I’ve already done something based on the episode with Haly’s circus @hanbedumbaf I really really really hope you enjoy it! Sorry it was so late, I finished it a month back but it was in my queue.

Adrenaline was a common feeling to you. A little too familiar. The life of a superhero puts you in peril more times than you would like but it was the only life you had known. You knew the familiar feeling of sweat forming on your skin and your heart pounding so loudly that you could hear it in every step you took.

However, when you heard the pounding, it was because there was a supervillain, usually hairy, chasing after you and determined to get your head on a stake.

Although, feeling your heart jump to your throat was becoming more familiar whenever you were around a certain someone. Robin annoyed you to no end, whenever he was around you couldn't help your face from growing warm and your lips from tingling to form a permanent smile on your face.

Having a crush was irritating, you couldn't think or even function without thinking of him. It was frankly humiliating, you were always so gung-ho about being bold and to the point and yet whenever you were around Boy Wonder, you couldn't help but bend your personality to something you felt like would appeal to him more.

Sometimes, you couldn't even stand yourself.

And so, as a pathetic act of rebellion, and maybe as a clear-cut sign that you had no idea how to handle emotions or anything similar to it, every time your heart got just a little soft, your tongue got a whole lot sharper. Probably not the best way to win a boy’s heart. But you weren't here for a romance story.

It was also a true sign that you had no idea how to flirt, thinking that borderline insulting witty banter was the way to go. Or perhaps it was a way of controlling your emotions, since being bitter and snarky was the thing that came easiest to you.

You seriously needed better tactics.

It was also your oblivious mistake thinking that Robin only saw what you wanted him to see. He was raised to be a detective, of course he was more observant than that. Papa (or let's be real, Alfred) didn't raise no fool.

You made the mistake of thinking Robin saw you as strong and independent and bold, just as the rest of them did. But he saw much more than that.

Robin was distressed by the number of crying faces around him, the kids were inconsolable which was understandable because of just how many things went wrong in the past couple of hours. To be quite frank, Robin was a couple seconds away from having a fit himself.

"Shh, little one," He heard distantly and his neck practically snapped. You were crouching in front of the few who were crying, with a small nurturing smile. It was the first time he had seen you out of uniform, usually referring to you as Antheia, named after the goddess of flowers, but this wasn't she.

"I know you're scared, my flowers, but I promise, we will find your parents." You soothed, gently wiping away their tears. They still looked up at you apprehensively and with uncertainty.

"I'll show you a magic trick." You began, grinning as the kids began to smile back at you. You pulled a seed out of your pocket and held it between closed hands, using a bit of your powers and felt it grow in your palms. When you revealed what you were holding, they collectively gasped.

A bud of a flower now rested in your hand. You smiled at their innocent eyes and held it to them, "Now I'm going to need your help for the next part. Everyone has to blow on the flower."

They nodded eagerly, crawling around you and on the count of three, everyone followed your instructions. And low and behold, the bud bloomed into a beautiful blossom right between your fingers.

One of the girls clamoured into your lap to hold the flower herself and you chuckled, wrapping your arms tightly around her, "You know what this flower means?"

They shook their heads, "It means faith, and hope. If you have faith and hope in us, then you'll get something beautiful in return."

For once, they look contemplatively and you chuckled, feeling pride at the fact that you managed to sow some wisdom in their minds. The girl that had been sitting in your lap turned in your grasp, with the flower in her hand and then reached up to tuck it behind your ear.

"For me?" She nodded happily and you smiled widely, kissing her cheek, "Thank you, petal."

Satisfied that you were able to calm them down, you gently placed the girl back on the floor before moving away from the group. Just as you were about to join the others, you ran into Robin. You didn't know he had just seen the whole thing.

Pulling the flower from behind your ear, you handed it to him, "You know in some cultures, this flower means to pick up the slack and stop looking like a confused chicken." You snapped.

Business as usual.

Robin looked back to the flower you had slipped into his hands, you had said it meant faith and hope, and you had given it to him. He looked back up to see you shuffling away from him quickly, a blush on your face. He smiled.

You were more nurturing and kinder than you let on, it was like it was programmed into your personality and yet you never showed it when you knew they were watching. That wasn't the only part of yourself that you were hesitant to show them.

And the more Robin observed you, the more he realized that you used flower language to depict a lot of your emotions. It was a silent way of letting them out, without having to tell other people what's really in your heart.

You thought you were sly about it, but nothing went under Robin's radar.

Everyone was watching a movie on the flat screen in the rec room. You hadn't realized you were so tired, the movie was boring, something that M'Gann had picked and you hadn't slept the night before, busy patrolling your city.

Your eyelids began to droop before you could even understand what was going on, your head lolling as you drifted in and out of consciousness.

Robin hadn't realized that he was napping through the movie until he felt a weight on his shoulder. He nearly jumped awake and glanced to his side to see you sound asleep, breathing gently. He nearly chuckled, was this what you looked like when you weren't scowling at everybody?

His heart skipped a beat, god, were you beautiful. The smell of flowers vaguely hit his nose and he noticed the red gardenia plant growing steadily in the corner of the room.

'Red Gardenias means a secret love,' Robin recalled from a book he had read, 'It's a secret way for someone to say I love you.'

He glanced back at you still sleeping peacefully, face completely relaxed and briefly wondered if your powers were taking the lead on your emotions and making gardenias grow around the cave. Or were you dreaming about something?

Something in his heart grew, here you were sleeping against his shoulder, making symbols of a secret love grow around the room. This had to be a sign of something, right?

Before he could contemplate it any further, you squirmed and then began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before they landed on the boy beside you and widened in size, skin darkening with a blush.

"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" You snapped and turned on your heel to stomp out of the room without even waiting for a response from him. The others who noticed the way he was just staring at the place you were in surprise. You always do such a 180 when you're around him and conscious.

"Wow, sunshine's crabby in the morning." Wally commented from beside him. When he didn't get any response, he looked over to see Robin with a silly smile on his face.

Dick couldn't stop himself from grinning. The gardenias were still blooming.

***

"Antheia, do you think you will be able to stop the plants from growing any further?" Batman turned to face you, only to find you staring at him with a hazy, blank expression.

"Antheia?" Robin called but you didn't even flinch, your eyes were locked onto the holo-computer, seeing the thick vines that were twisting and turning. Their call was overwhelming, you could feel them grow even beneath your feet. It was like a siren was blearing through your head.

You couldn't tell what they were trying to say, it was like they were muffled. It was confused and lost, following Ivy and it was happy listening to her. And yet, it was feeling pain, the Justice League was busy pruning her as we speak. It was scared, crying out for someone to help them and you felt obligated to help. Your mind was getting heavy, throbbing with an oncoming migraine.

"(Y/N)!" Your eyes snapped open and focused onto the boy in front of you. Everyone was staring at you in concern and you blinked, suddenly not able to remember what the hell was going on. You were just trying to focus on something other than the screams and cries of the plant.

"......What?" You asked a little dumbly, noticing the concern on Robin's face. The plants were still crying. You couldn't get the painful sound of their screams out of your mind. You felt like curling up into a ball and crying.

"Batman asked if you would be able to stop the plants?"

"Oh, um, no." You answered in a distracted way that made his face pinch with worry. His hands were still grasping your shoulders tightly, keeping his face in close proximity to yours. You didn't even realize, too out of it to even notice.

Robin on the other hand felt his cheeks get uncomfortably hot the more you stared at him with those innocent, beautiful eyes of yours. If Batman hadn't been breathing down his neck, he was sure he would've kissed you in the moment.

Unfortunately for him, his dad always knew how to ruin the moment. And he would continue to for the rest of his life. Until death do them part. Even after the two of you grow up and live together, the Batman would find some way to interrupt your fun.

"Robin?"

"Huh?"

"The mission."

Oh. Right.

***

"Robin!" You screamed when one of Ivy's plants wrapped around his neck and slammed him against the trees. They didn't let up curling tighter around his throat. Fear struck you as he began choking from breath and you knew you had to do something.

Suddenly murderous intent took over you and you glared at Ivy who returned it with a smug smirk of her own. Oh, how you'd rip that smirk off her face.

"Okay Ivy, you wanna play? Let's play." You ground out, slamming your hands against the vine around Robin's neck and it began disintegrating beneath your fingers. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath and you tuned out the sound of the plant crying as it died beside him.

Ivy heard it just as loudly as you had, she screamed and more plants lunged towards the both of you.

"Go help the others! I'm about to snap this twig." You spat at Robin, using your powers to kill the roots as it reached you. It was working slowly, your powers weak to the pain of the plants around you. Even as every cell of your body told you not to, you clenched your fingers into fists and watched as the creeper feel to the marsh, dead.

You engaged in battle with Ivy. Plants were screaming for mercy all around you but you couldn't stop for even a second. Life around you was trembling but you had to keep fighting the villain in front of you because if you hesitated for even a second, many more would die.

Thorns scratched your skin, drawing blood and curled around Ivy, sinking barbs into her skin.

"Face it girlie! You're never going to overpower me!"

"Oh, I'm not trying to overpower you, just distract you long enough for Robin to get rid of the control system." You replied, just as smug as she had been at the start of the fight. Now you got to see her face melt into one of panic just as Robin jumped over her head and to your side with a grin identical to yours.

"Cover your ears!" He sang, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and ducking, covering your body with his own. You were grateful for it; you weren't sure you could even keep your body upright at the moment.

Then you heard the explosion and your heart stopped. Every single fibre of your body burned red hot fire as you heard screams and cries around you. Bile was crawling up your throat and your breathing got thin. They were sobbing a heart-broken wail and your eyes misted at the mere sound.

Without realizing it, you were gripping onto Robin's hand, brows furrowed together. The sound of the explosion cleared, the Injustice League was captured and he pulled you up to stand with the others.

It was silent for a moment. You had won.

And then the consequences of your actions hit you.

Everyone's necks snapped towards you when you let out a heart-wrenching sob. Robin, who was standing right next to you caught you just in time before your body hit the ground. Pain exploded in your chest as you began wailing against him.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What's wrong?!" He panicked but you didn't respond, crying into his chest as you gripped his cape in an iron fist. Everything hurt and all you could feel was sorrow and guilt.

The other heroes crowded around you but your eyes were screwed shut, tears making your eyes sting. Robin held onto you tightly, pulling your body against his as you continued to cry.

"What's happening?" Artemis murmured, looking around to see the environment change before her eyes. Everyone else followed her lead to see how leaves began rotting, then the trees. The smell was pungent. Thorns and weeds were crawling up the dying trees, pulling them into the swamp.

"(Y/N) please, what's wrong?" Robin whispered in your ear but you couldn't hear him. The sounds of plants screaming and wailing was echoing through your mind. How they begged you to save them. How they begged you to stop.

And then it got hard to breathe, your chest constricted and you were wheezing. Robin had to watch in horror when petals and blood poured from your mouth. You were choking, throwing up and sobbing in his arms, and he was unable to do anything to help you.

"Flash get her to the Batcave." Batman said gruffly, he was shocked and worried for you but didn't say anything, not wanting to scare his son more, "Sending you the coordinates now."

"Alfred prepare the med-bay."

Dick watched with a sinking heart as he handed you into Flash's arms. It took him a few seconds for his mind to stop whirring, he was still kneeling in the swampy marsh when the team huddled around him.

"It's gonna be okay." Wally murmured, wrapping an arm around his shaking body.

"We just have to hope for the best."

***

When the others had gotten back to the Cave, you had just been moved there, after being looked over by Alfred. He joined you in the med-bay, wanting to keep an eye on you. But as of yet, you still had to wake up.

Dick wasn't supposed to be listening to the adult’s conversation, but he couldn't help himself, he had to know if you were going to be okay.

"The situation is undeterminable, sir. But as of now, the flowers that are clogging her respiratory system keep growing. If we don't find a cure for this, it's inevitable that she will suffocate and pass."

His heart stopped. Die? You couldn't die, not when he still had so many things to tell you. For so long, he hadn't told you of his feelings, wanting to keep the relationship between the two of you professional. But now more than anything, he wished he had said something.

There were so many things he didn't get to do with you yet. You had yet to give him a bouquet on your first date. He wanted to lay in bed with you, smelling fresh flowers as you told him what different plants symbolized. He had yet to see moments where you can't control your powers and make plants grow around the cave.

He hadn't even given you a flower yet.

"Rob listen, I did some research on this 'disease'." Wally said, falling into step with him, "It's called the Hanahaki disease."

"That's fiction Wal—"

"But that's the best we've got right now." Came his curt reply and Dick's heart clenched.

"Hanahaki disease is a fictional sickness that only occurs when someone is suffering from unrequited love. The victim will cough up flower petals that symbolize their love. This disease is only cured when the victim's feelings are romantically returned." Wally read off his phone before turning to Dick with a smile.

He raised a brow, "What?"

"You have to kiss (Y/N)!"

"What!?"

"Yep! You have to return her unrequired love!"

"Wally that's ridiculous, kissing someone doesn't cute anything."

"Well, it's the only thing we have. And for (Y/N), we need to try anything." He said, pushing him towards the med-bay. His voice was tight and tense, like he was holding onto his as his last hope and Dick prayed that it would work when the door of your room came into his sight.

You were asleep and if he hadn't known any better, he would've thought you were healthy. Wally closed the door behind him, leaving Dick alone with you. The only sound in was the beeping from your heart monitor and your light wheezing. It was getting harder to breathe.

Dick inched his way closer to you, watching as your eyelashes fluttered gently in your sleep. Leaning over the bed you were lying in; he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving his head in line with yours.

"God, please let this work." He whispered and your bottom lip was caught between his. It was feather-light but yet, electricity was buzzing through his veins and fireworks went off in his mind.

For a minute, nothing happened and his heart clenched in his chest before he kissed you a little harder. This had to work because they didn't have any other lead. Dick felt you exhale feebly against him and he almost gave up hope.

But then you took a deep breath, stealing the breath from his lungs and he pulled away quickly to see your eyelids fluttering open. The colour was returning to your cheeks and your eyes were sparkling up at him. You smiled gently and he blinked away tears of relief. Thank goodness.

'His eyes are blue' You thought, staring deeply into them. They were beautiful, alluring. You didn't know why but just looking into his eyes was addicting. Was this what it felt like to be so deep in love? That even his eyes were enough to captivate you?

"I'm so glad you're awake." He muttered, cupping your cheeks firmly and planting another kiss on your lips. You giggled lightly, heart overjoyed to find the boy you had been in love with for so long had returned your feelings and you responded to the kiss eagerly, placing your palms over his hands and leaning into him.

With your regaining strength, you felt a flower materialize in your hands. The stem between your fingers brought you comfort just as the scent of the flower brought you back life.

When Dick pulled away, you delicately slipped it into his hands and he turned his attention to it, blue eyes softening when he recognized this particular flower in his hands.

"It's an Aster." You whispered quietly, lips brushing against his and he chuckled. It was the only flower you thought of when he came to your mind, "Get it?"

Dick turned his eyes away from the blossom and looked at you again. Your heart jumped, noticing just how much love he held in them. Eyes you could swim in, overflowing with love for you. Suddenly you were overwhelmed, feeling adoration and attraction. You needed to be closer to him, even though he was pressed against you.

Your fingers curled into his collar and pulled him closer to you, slanting your lips over his in an open-mouthed kiss. Dick gasped against your lips, startled for no longer than a second before sinking against you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

Your lips moved gently against his, the blushing flower trapped between both your bodies. The smell of fresh flowers clouded Dick's mind with everything that was you. Your hair, your smile, your lips. If you kept kissing him like that, he was certain he'd forget his own name.

And then you pulled away and Dick noted that you were as beautiful as a fresh flower. Your skin was glowing with life and your tired eyes were twinkling. You smiled sleepily at him, eyes closing shut and he lowered you back to the bed. Immediately, you slipped back into slumber, exhausted from the day's events.

He watched for a couple seconds, making sure you were able to breathe without any problems before realizing he should tell the others that you were okay.

He slipped out of the room quietly, stealing a final glance of you sleeping peacefully in the bed and a huge smile grew on his face, "She's awake."

It was only then he noticed just how colourful the room had gotten in the few minutes he was with you.

The walls were covered with vines and roses of different colours, camelias and carnations of different shades. It littered the room, not leaving a single inch of the wall untouched and scattered petals all over the floor like confetti.

Different creepers hung from the ceiling, dusting all the superheroes with sparkling pollen and colourful petals. Not to mention there were stems crawling up the Justice League members, flowers hugging their ankles lovingly.

Batman looked a lot less intimidating with petals in his cape and a rose stuck behind his ear. Robin blushed at the sight of everyone giving him knowing smiles.

"We noticed."

Aster: This flower became a symbol of love when in Greek mythology it was placed on the altars for the gods. So now, when you send a bouquet featuring this vibrant bloom, the message of "Take Care Of Yourself For Me" is implied. It conveys deep emotional love and affection for someone.

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♡ prompt: "Do you want me to hurt him?" / inspired by 'telephone' by lady gaga

♡ pairing: bart allen ( impulse ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / my schedule is going to become more sporadic starting next week :/ i'm going to keep the warning up until next week.

"Bart, shut up," you said, jokingly pushing him. he laughed, handing you the ice cream, "what? I'm serious! I just think that mint chocolate is better. if you have just mint, it'll taste like toothpaste and if you have just chocolate, it's too sweet so mint chocolate is a good even ground," he explained.

you felt your phone vibrate as Jinny spoke up, talking about how Bart and Connor shared one brain cell outside of the field. looking down to see who was ringing you, you saw that it was your god forsaken boyfriend for the 100th time.

"oooo, who is that?" Bart asked, looking over to your phone. he read the wall of text you had received but you quickly shut your phone off, not bothering to read it, "you gonna answer that?" he asked, a small bit of jealousy bubbling up inside him.

"don't really feel like it," you quickly said, trying to remain off that topic. Bart, clearly annoyed, snatched your phone and put it in his pocket, "than let's forget about him, right?" he asked, putting on his annoyed fake smile.

Tim and Jinny saw the very irritated face Bart had and looked to each other as they shook their heads, "those two I swear," Jinny huffed out in annoyance. "more like ( your name )," he replied, "Bart could admit his feelings to her face and she still wouldn't do anything about that horrid boyfriend of hers."

the two of them stifled giggles from each other as they watched the two of you continue to flirt openly. it was no secret to anyone on the team. it was very clear to everyone on the YJ team, the Titans, even the JLA knew that the two of you liked each other....a lot but it was that stupid boyfriend of yours that got in the way of Bart ever truly expressing his feelings for you.

"what is everyone's plans after this?" you asked the team as they all murmured different answers, indicating that they were all busy. you sighed, trying not go straight up at the moment because you knew that you'd have to deal with your boyfriends calls when you got there, "I'll stay out with ya!" Bart replied as he saw the empty park bench.

you gave him a grin, "thanks Allen. you're a life saver," you exclaimed, waving everyone off goodbye. you walked to the bench, Bart following right behind you as Bart felt your phone ringing again.

there had been a scarce few times where you did call Bart with your boyfriend problems. it was usually late at night. probably inching near three in the morning when you called him sobbing, asking him if you deserved to go through the bullshit you were dealing with your boyfriend.

Bart always felt himself getting angry whenever he received those calls. you sounded so heartbroken, tired, and emotional. he was always there to help pick you back up but not even a few days later, you were back with him, telling Bart that your boyfriend needed you now more than ever.

"he's still angry that you're hanging out with me? do you want me to hurt him?" he asked, finally taking your phone out of your pocket. you nodded, rolling your eyes, "Bart no. he thinks that my 'job' is taking too much time away from him and I being together. I swear, it's like hearing a broken record. one minute, he's mad and wants to break up and the next second, he's at my door asking for forgiveness," you explained, frustrated.

Bart squeezed your hand, tapping his fingers on top yours, "you know what you need to do," he replied, giving you a serious look. you stared at him, biting your lip, "it's hard, Bart. he's going through a lot and I'll feel guilty if I just leave him," you whispered taking his hand and holding it.

"you literally fight villains for a living and you're scared of that? you know you deserve more," Bart said, "and I've seen the way you look at other girls who decide to flirt with me," he joked, trying to break the tension. "shut up, it's not even like that," you lied, making Bart even laugh more. "but seriously, you know it's not secret that I like you." you sighed, not knowing what to say as you put your head on his shoulder.

the silence wasn't exactly awkward but it wasn't comfortable either. there had been multiple times when Bart had told you his true feelings for you and every time he did, you responded with a hum or a 'okay Bart'.

it wasn't that you didn't accept his true feelings. it was far from that. you actually did like the speedster but you knew Bart could do a lot better. you knew Bart deserved someone who actually deserved him and that person wasn't you. you weren't as cute or funny as he was. he deserved someone like Cassie. smart, funny, and cute.

+

the YJ tower was completely empty aside from you and Bart. everyone was out doing their own thing. Tim and Connor were at their respective homes. Jinny and Amethyst were out doing god knows what meanwhile Keli and Cassie had gone to the movies to watch a film they both had been dying to see so that just left you and Bart in the lair to do as you pleased.

"Bart, hand me the remote," you said lazily. he handed it to you as you turned it off, getting up and stretching yourself out. Bart stared at you confused, "why'd you turn it off? I was watching that!" he exclaimed. you threw the remote across the couch and getting him up, "lets do something productive and make dinner or something," you replied enthusiastically.

Bart rolled his eyes but got up nonetheless. he followed you to the kitchen as you played music through the speakers that were built on the wall. "what're you making?" he asked, seeing you take out things that made no sense.

you looked over your options and realized you could make some kind of stew or a soup of some kind. "beef and gravy stew! we have enough things to make enough for the team and seconds for the both of us," you said, getting the things from the cupboards and having Bart start to chop every thing up.

you knew Bart was dumb but that didn't mean he wasn't a kick ass cook. there had been multiple times where he had made everyone dinner or dinner even for the two of you and it always turned out amazing. you dumped every thing that Bart had chopped up and proud it into the pot before grabbing a few things from the fridge and making the gravy that had to poured in. it didn't take long but the two of you had to wait until the pot boiled up in order for it to be ready.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played over the speakers as you finally turned over to Bart and smiled, "we just need for it to boil and it'll be ready!" you exclaimed. he nodded as you started singing the song out loud. not particularly towards him but a warm feeling in his gut made him get butterflies as you continued.

"you know I'm just a flight away, if you want it, you can take a private plane."

you looked up to Bart, wanting to give him another smile but he quickly got rid of any questioning thoughts and went in for a kiss. you were taken back in surprise. this was the first time Bart had ever put his feelings forward and actually gave you a kiss.

his kisses were soft. they weren't rushed which was ironic considering all Bart was, was being fast and always on the move. you had placed your hands on his thighs as you made the kiss even deeper. it took you a few seconds to register what you were doing when alarms rang off in your head. you had a boyfriend and by continuing to kiss Bart, you were technically cheating on him.

"Bart no, I can't," you murmured, pushing yourself off of him. he gave you a defeated look, understanding where you coming from, "I'm sorry," you replied, going back to the food and trying to forget that you even made the move to reciprocate the kiss. in the back of your mind though, knew it that kiss meant that you had fell for Bart and hard.

+

"I have to head home, it's getting late and we patrol tomorrow night so I think it's best we head back," you whispered knowing you'd have to deal with your stingy boyfriend when you got home. Bart gave your hand one more squeeze before getting up, "see you later," Bart murmured, getting the inkling feeling that he'd probably receive a phone call tonight from you.

you nodded, making your way towards your apartment. you had a fuck ton of messages from your boyfriend and over ten missed calls by the time you sat comfortably in your couch. you finally dialed him back, instantly getting a bunch of curse words thrown at you for not picking up.

it felt like hours when the two of you finally stopped arguing with each other. it ended with you in tears and your voice hoarse as you had finally grown the nerve to break up with him. you knew for your mental health that it was time to do it and truthfully, your feelings for Bart were growing more and more every time you saw him. there was no point in continuing the relationship if you were no longer having feelings for him and although you felt guilty by doing it, you ripped it off like a band aid.

you grabbed your phone and clicked on Bart's number. Bart on the other hand shifted in his bed, seeing your contact light up his phone. he groggily picked it up, "hey," he said in that sleepy tone of his. you hiccuped, trying to control your tears, "can you come over?" you whispered, the crack of thunder scaring you shitless, "I really need someone right now."

Bart sighed, telling you to give him a minute before hanging up. Bart had no idea how many more of these late night sleepovers he had left in him. he sped over to your place, grabbing the secret key from the back of the broken piece of wood that was attached to your door frame. he opened it, seeing you sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand and your hiccups still overcoming your body.

"what's wrong?" he asked. you stared at him, tears instantly rushing down your face, "I deserve to be happy right?" he nodded almost immediately, "than why do I feel so shitty because I broke up with him?" you asked.

Bart stared at you, not believing what he was hearing. you had finally broken up with that shitty boyfriend and he was the first person you contacted.

"because that's what manipulative people do ( your name )," he whispered, "they make you feel like shit for things that you didn't even do. you're perfect and he didn't deserve you or anyone like you. especially you though," he joked, bracing you even harder for a hug. he knew it would be wrong to try and make a move but gave you a kiss on the top of your head and whispered nothing but supportive things into your ear as you tried to calm yourself down.

the rain happening outside and Bart's words were lulling you to sleep as Bart hadn't even realized that you were passing out on his side. it wasn't until you hadn't moved that Bart realized you were not longer awake. he grabbed your body, lifting you up bridal style before making his way to your room.

he placed you down on your bed with every intention of just letting you sleep and him heading home but you grabbed onto his body, sleepily saying that he was going to stay here. you hadn't even said it as a question but more as a statement. he didn't argue with it; however, and he had thankfully came over in his pajamas as he scooted you over a bit and crawled in.

you smiled softly, hugging him instantly and passing out once again. Bart placed a small kiss on the top of your head before whispering into your ear, "you'll be mine one day, didn't I tell you that?" he murmured before trying to fall back asleep.

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Random Characters with Singer S/O HC (...cause I can...):

Characters: Dick Grayson (YJ Robin), Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bart Allen, Garfield Logan (YJ), Kon Kent (90’s), Random One (Batsib)

Dick Grayson (YJ Robin):

·      You were John Constantine’s apprentice and daughter

·      Since it’s cannon that he was in a band, imma say it, you can probably sing

·      You grew up searching the world for your father since you were raised some by your mother until you fled her (demon mom) and ended up searching the world and practicing your magic with people that knew who you were based on your parents

·      You gained skills playing all sorts of things

·      The first time that John heard you was in your bedroom listening to music

·      Well he thought you were listening to music

·      You were actually playing guitar and singing

·      He was shocked and eventually you got to show him all of the songs you were actually playing guitar in

·      He took you to a recording studio one day for the hell of it and BOOM

·      You were off

·      Now about the team, you wore a mask just because of who you were

·      It was technically a magic mask and just kind of like a mind blur thing where if people already knew both sides of you, they’d know who you are but if it was someone new, they would just know you by your hero name

·      Pretty practical

·      So, when you had gotten big, you made sure not to sing or do anything that would give it off

·      But one day when you thought that the cave was empty, you had an idea for a song and just sang it into your phone

·      Then you started singing one of your own songs while making lunch cause you were bored

·      Robin heard

·      “Wait... WAIT”

·      You had that look that John does when he wants to roll his eyes and throw his head back in exasperation but if he did he’d die

·      “bullocks.” That was all that came out of your mouth

·      You told him, he knew, it was kind of just a thing

·      Now once you guys were dating, and even before, he’d go to every. single. concert (that you played near Gotham or where he was at least)

·      Loudest in the crowd

·      Got VIP seating

·      He’d be the one that knew ALL of the lyrics

·      Definitely not because he was a big fan before he knew .... oh no... “totally not”

·      He’s your date to every single event

·      Interviews together

·      When he takes you to galas, you’re both outshining everyone

·      You let him listen to every single song that you put on albums first since it’s important

·      John got jealous over that

·      Dick knows that some of the pyro that you have at shows is actually magic and that’s why it’s so cool

·      If there’s anything that’s like a hologram that flies over the crowd, he knows that that’s you

·      I think as a given, everyone in this wears your merch even if it’s a bit

·      If I say anything about it it’s cause they wear it a lot

Tim Drake:

·      You two met at one of your own concerts

·      You were on tour and he got a VIP meet and greet pass

·      He was so nervous but really excited at the same time cause he didn’t want to screw up and look like an idiot

·      You two talked longer than you were supposed to actually

·      In the end, the two of you managed to exchange numbers

·      He almost died

·      When he got home he was smiling so wide Dick had to know what happened

·      Even Bruce commented on it

·      Dick squealed when he found out

·      BIGGGG time

·      You and Tim immediately started texting back and forth

·      First of all, you texted first since Tim was too nervous he’d bother you

·      You didn’t really know where to start so you guys just talked

·      That night you just knew this was going to be something good

·      You kept the relationship under wraps for a few months

·      Not until the two of you were comfortable with everything

·      Eventually, you went out for a gala and the media was blowing up

·      It was like an explosion

·      Tim was hesitant to take you to meet his family but you all got along very well

·      Even you and Damian

·      He complimented your skill

·      Everyone almost fell over dead

·      He loves to listen to your music

·      You are both up at inhuman hours working

·      Tim likes to have you by humming or quietly singing to something in your earbuds

·      Sometimes you’ll just interrupt the silence and ask if a line sounds good

·      He almost always says yes and if he doesn’t, he gives a suggestion on a change

·      He’ll come and watch videos be filmed which is always cool to him

·      Comes to every show

·      You guys hate being far away from each other for too long anyways

·      Eventually, you’ll get a penthouse in Gotham and move in together

·      Has the best security just in-case

·      It also has a recording studio built in

·      It isn’t uncommon for one of his brothers to drop in

·      He is always a blushing mess when a song is about him

·      It’s pretty funny to you

·      Likes to listen to you play an acoustic version

·      Those are his favorite no matter how much he likes the original

·      He will also help you pick out singles

·      Sometimes if you’re playing one he’ll just stop and say single and you know what he means

·      One time you were at the studio and doing a soundtrack song for a movie with another singer and the two of you killed it

·      The high notes were your best and Tim was floored

·      You laughed a ton at his reaction

·      “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Surprise Timmy.”

·      You have sweatpants in your merch just because you know he’ll always wear them

·      You also have coffee mugs and tumblers because you know he’ll use them

Damian Wayne:

·      You both grew up in the LoA

·      You were his second hand from the start and also a top general

·      Got to leave to go on tons of missions

·      Before you’d leave, his only demand or request (after some time) was that you came back with a song that played from the outside

·      You always did

·      At night, you’d softly sing them on the rooftops looking out at the stars at night

·      He wouldn’t admit it but those were his favorite nights

·      After a mission, that was when the compound was attacked

·      You and Damian were swept off your feet

·      Into this new place with Bruce

·      You had learned to play piano very well so once you found that there was one, you were attached to it if it wasn’t training

·      Coping mechanism for you

·      Damian would hear it sometimes

·      Eventually you made your first record and skyrocketed

·      You were lo-key kind of terrified from the attention thinking it would get you killed somehow

·      Spoiler alert

·      It didn’t

·      Some of the songs you wrote were so sad and dark that in interviews when you’d be asked about it, you’d have to just straight up lie

·      You can’t just talk about being an assassin for your entire life and the repercussions of that

·      You’d say it was inspired by the moral compass of characters you read about

·      Damian knows what all of the songs are about since he grew up with you

·      In school, you got tons of attention and hated it

·      That was because you knew that none of those people were real

·      Not at all

·      When you and Damian went public a good percentage of the population at Gotham Academy was mad since they wanted to date you

·      Not for any reason but money a lot of the times of course

·      The press thought you two were really cute

·      You both also intimidated the hell out of everyone

·      No one really knew why it was just your demeanor

·      Late at night on the rooftops of the manor or even just the fields outside of Gotham is where you sing new songs to him

·      He loves it and admits it

·      You guys have the best conversations there

·      It’s something you look forward to every day

·      At shows, he sings along to the songs

·      When you wave to or wink at him he blushes and tries to hold in a smile but fails terribly

·      There’s always a video of it somewhere

·      If you get even a tiny bit of emotional on stage, he gets that way too

·      He understands all too well

·      Loves to go to the studio with you if you invite him

·      He says he likes every single song but you can tell which ones he likes best by his reactions

·      Those are a dead giveaway

·      If he gets that sad look, you know you’ve written a good song

·      If he gets a gleam in his eyes, you know you’ve written a good single or peppy song and it goes like that for everything

Bart Allen:

·      You met right before the Outsiders phase

·      Just joining the team, you were a seriously famous singer and a metahuman

·      Everyone knew since you were open about it

·      Bart thinks you’re really cool

·      Listens to your music all the time but will never admit it and if he’s caught especially by you, he’ll be an embarrassed mess

·      When you were dating it was pretty public

·      He loves going out with you and showing off

·      It’s just kind of his thing to do that

·      You always think it’s funny or you roll your eyes jokingly

·      Either way he will do it without fail

·      Goes to all of your shows

·      You know that one person at big concerts that are lit up in lights screaming the lyrics?

·      That’s Bart

·      You cannot change my mind otherwise

·      Will actively try and make you laugh onstage but not mess up

·      Oh no

·      He would never

·      Now he just openly jams out to your music which at first was kind of awkward walking into but you got used to it

·      He likes it when you just randomly start singing

·      When you two leave the base, you end up getting your own place pretty close to it

·      Just not too close

·      Team listening parties to new songs

·      Some are just really sad and no one has dry eyes since they might be about missions or the aftermath of them

·      Watching the number of buys just sky rocket on an album’s release day is the most fun

·      Once you hit every thousand or so it gets really fun

·      It’s like a race in the sense that everyone is just pumped and wants it to surpass the last number of buys and streams from your last album

·      If Lex or someone criticizes the Outsiders for whatever reason, your fans are on it like crazy

·      You started an organization and another safe house for meta teens

·      Helped give funds to add another wing to the Star Labs base for the kids

·      Everything got updated with that as well

·      Benefit concerts for them

·      Once the meta teens get a grip on their powers, they get free passes to the concerts and VIP passes

·      You also drop by often to hang out with them

Garfield Logan (YJ):

·      You had both known each other before Outsiders

·      You got along really well and were best friends

·      M shipped you guys along with everyone else and when that ship sailed, she was over the moon

·      Okay so when you got big, it was a bit before his acting career kicked off

·      The two of you paved the way for meta teens coming out as metas

·      It was a MASSIVE deal to have someone like you in the music industry and then Gar in the film world

·      Both go to award shows together

·      It’s pretty fun

·      When he decided that he wanted to cut back from acting more and more, you were supporting him through and through

·      He thinks that it’s cool that there are songs about it

·      They’re not too unobvious either

·      You have interviews together but have both decided that Grant is annoying and she is pretty obnoxious sometimes

·      Same with a lot of the other interviewers

·      They just want to know about EVERYTHING

·      No stone left unturned

·      You got to do music for one of the movies he was in which was really cool

·      You were both at the premier walking the carpet

·      Met galas anyone?

·      The public’s favorite couple of all time

·      There’s no doubt about it

·      You wear each other’s merch

Kon Kent (90’s):

·      You probably did more indie and alternative which he thought was really cool

·      You were one of the only newer artists that he really liked

·      One day you just run into each other

·      He doesn’t know what to do for a second cause internally, he’s freaking out

·      Eventually, you pull him into a different building to avoid the mob of people

·      Of course, people see but it didn’t headline the next day which was amazing

·      “Sorry about that. I just figure the mob of people and pap aren’t worth standing outside for.” You said looking outside from behind a shelf of the store.

“N-no, it’s fine.” He replied running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, you’re Superboy, I’m Y/N.”

“You can just call me Kon.”

·      While he was at it, he got your number too

·      You guys actually spent a decent amount of time talking in the store before leaving separately

·      He texted first telling you he liked the album that you had dropped

·      From there, after a few days he asked you out which you were totally down for

·      Then when everything went public, there was no breathing room if you left your place or any other private property

·      He would go to all of your shows and be hit on by the locals

·      Not your fans though

·      Ohhhhhhhhh no

·      You’d tease him about it sometimes but if you could tell he was just dying in the crowd because of girls or boys, you jokingly call it out from stage

·      Think Harry Styles kind of calling it out

·      It’s those vibes and attitude

·      SOMETIMES he might loudly call a thank you or something funny that makes everyone laugh

·      Then the show goes on as normal

·      He sits in your dressing room during meet and greets most of the time

·      You’ve got his favorite snacks in there because of this

·      When you go to events like the Grammys or Teen Choice, you take over the red carpet

·      Everyone goes wild

·      It’s kind of nerve wracking but easier when he’s having to go through the same deal lol

·      The couple that wears disguises sometimes

·      It’s nothing too big, it is enough however

·      He teases you if you wear a wig or something

·      Vacations with no press or anything are amazing

·      They also keep you sane

·      Wears your merch

Random One (Batsib):

·      Your entire family is on board with this

·      They support you throughout the entire thing

·      You have a hit debut album and tour for the next one

·      Eventually, Bruce will let you homeschool which is amazing for you since the people at Gotham Academy know no limits to weird

·      Someone literally tried to ghost write a song for you and then stuffed it into your locker before you were there

·      You knew immediately

·      It’s not that hard

·      During interviews they’re in the background as moral support

·      Extra attention from press at galas

·      Thankfully not really the old rich people though

·      Bruce and the entire family wear your merch

·      You have coffee mugs just for Timmy

·      Dick and the girls wear the merch the most

·      Steph and Cass are squealing if you win an award or drop anything

·      They and your oldest brother are publicly your biggest fans

·      Bruce is secretly your number 1 fan though

·      Plays the songs at the watchtower when he’s working sometimes

·      You know this

·      Everyone does

·      It just happens and you’re not complaining

·      Especially when Billy Batson found out about you

·      Part of Batman’s group AND a superstar

·      You do still typically do the vigilante thing but not as much on tour

·      It’s hard since you actively are trying NOT to die even harder since you kind of are a world -wide sensation

·      On tours, your family is the LOUDEST group in the crowd

·      No doubt

·      They try and make you laugh on stage

·      When you do, you’ll call them for it sometimes

·      *Brothers yelling something at the stage when you respond trying to roast you*

·      “That’s pretty rich coming from batarang ass lookin hairline over there.”

·      Or it might be something like, “Wait, what did you say? Sorry I can’t hear you over the 15,000 other people that are here watching my show.”

·      Those are the best moments

·      Hands down

·      If anyone goes after you on Twitter or something, they’re goners

·      They’re going to have a million other Batfam members and even leaguers coming for them

·      It’s pretty hilarious to see Clark Kent write an editorial on why a person was wrong and why your album was superior to all

·      Wonder Woman saying she listened to your music

·      *passes out*

·      Not that you didn’t already, know, you were just in awe of her lol

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YJS- I will not be silenced- by Grace o(aka nightmaretyrantvantas)

YJS- I will not be silenced

By Grace O.

chapter 1

  ‘ I don’t want to go back…’ Was my only thought as I aimlessly walked the dirty streets of my little, backwater town, letting the night’s harsh rainstorm drench me and chill me to the bone. I was sick of this town, sick of the people, sick of the void left by my only friend moving to Happy Harbor. I kept walking the through town, past all the shops closed early from the storm and the lit up and darkened windows of small townhouses and regular houses. the streetlights couldn’t even shine on me with how strong the rain was, leaving me to walk and brood in darkness. I eventually came the big park near the edge of stony road, the road that led to the highway, walking up to the metal swingset and sitting down, glaring up at the storm.

“ Is this some sort of punishment? Well?! Or do you up there, whoever you are, just seriously fucking hate me?!?” I shouted up to the sky, not even expecting a real answer.

I got one in the form of a thunder crash and the rain pouring stronger, if that was even possible.

“ WELL THANKS FOR THAT FUCKING CLARIFICATION UNIVERSE!!!” I panted slightly, shivering from the cold. I began to swing and kick the mud puddle forming under the swing I was on, listening to the splash sound trying to penetrate the rain. Thunder clapped loudly above me again, almost as if laughing at me. I wouldnt blame it if I was honestly. I sat there for a long time staring off into the rain, swinging back and forth slightly and ignoring the cold tightly gripping my body like a vicegrip. I had so many memories in this park and now seeing it as empty and lonely as I was put a bad taste in my mouth. Eventually I got off the swing and started the long trek home, dreading every step closer I came to that house. ‘I don’t want to go back I don’t want to go back I don’t want to go back Dave save me come back and take me with you I don’t want to go back….’  

It felt like hours passed by the time I came to my doorstep, drenched to the bone and freezing and the alive feeling of the cold rain draining fast as I unlocked the door as quietly as I could. There was a light on in the kitchen but if I was quiet enough I could make it into the entry hall and up the stairs to my room without whoever was up noticing. I slipped inside and immediately took off my ratty old sneakers so they wouldn’t squeak and silently shut and relocked the door, quickly making my way up the stairs while trying to drip as little as possible. I scurried past my two sisters’ rooms and past my parents bedroom and down to the very end of the hall and into my room, holding my breath even after I shut the door. I stayed there for a few long moments, listening for any movement that signalled I was caught, but when I heard none I breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at my alarm clock

3:49 A.M.

I blinked in surprise then bit the inside of my cheek to keep down the bitter laugh burning in my throat. I’d left my phone, right next to my clock, and the only message alert on it was from before I left, from Dave saying goodnight because we had a couple hours time difference and he had to get up early tomorrow. No new messages. None from my parents asking where I was at all.

My mom was probably the one in the kitchen, getting drunk before going to bed.

I didn’t want to come back. I want to leave this disgusting place.

It took my at least an hour to get dried enough that I wouldn’t get sick and to get rid of the blessed chill of the cold, though some of it lingered as if to comfort me. ‘ a comfort indeed…’ I thought sadly, turning off my alarm before it could go off and simply began brushing my damp hair out of my face and into a semi-decent messy little ponytail, or at least as much of a ponytail as my shoulder length hair could manage. I dried off a bit more and let my hair down again, letting my bangs fall into my face, needing some kind of cover over the bags under my eyes. Then I got dressed in a simple black and red t-shirt of Dave’s he loaned me and “forgot” to take back. I buried my nose into it for a moment, shutting my eyes and taking a deep breath. ‘ It still has his scent….’

My body relaxed at the soothing familiar scent of blade polish, peach body wash, hot summer breezes, greasy foods, and men’s supposedly unscented deodorant, and Snuggy’s linen fabric softener that surrounded me as I slipped on the oversized t-shirt over my own black camisole undershirt. Then I slipped on my thread bare black jeans with holes in them and tied a makeshift belt out of a fabric scarf. I slipped on a fresh dry pair of ankle socks and pulled on my GoodWill/thrift shop discounted bargain bin brown rainboots, wrapping a towel around my sneakers and shoving them into my backpack. Then I grabbed all my school work, blank music sheets, and sketchbook and art pencils and shoved those more carefully into my backpack, making sure they were covered by my only raincoat to keep them from getting wet. Finally I pulled on my all grey hoodie and zipped it up, slipping my phone and MP3 player into the pocket and slung on my backpack, leaving my room and heading downstairs to hell.

When I got there my father was already awake, sitting at the table with a cigarette in his mouth and the newspaper in his hand, reading with his coffee.

“ Linnet.” I bowed my head and quietly prepared breakfast.

“ Good morning sir, I hope your sleep was plentiful.” He grunted in response, meaning I’d said the right thing.

Seems he was in a good mood this morning. Let’s hope it stayed that way….

Once I finished preparing breakfast and set it out for the rest of the family, today was Wednesday so it was pancakes, bacon, and breakfast sausages with toast and apple juice. I prepared my sister’s lunches and set them out while leaving out the drinks to be put in, so mother drunkest could put the drinks in when my sisters finish breakfast and fake having made their entire lunches herself and drive them to school. When my father wasn’t looking I quickly and quietly scrounged out a handful of dimes and quarters and slipped them into my hoodie pocket, making sure I wrapped them in a napkin so they wouldn’t make noise and alert my father. I left plenty for laundry though, to avoid suspicion. Once he looked back at me I was cleaning all the dishes and pans I used to cook, glancing at the clock to time my escape right. Once I finished I picked up my things and bowed my head again.

“ I’m going to school now sir, I hope you enjoy breakfast and that you have another great and productive day at work.” I said softly and robotically, my gaze on his feet. I heard the shuffle of the newspaper as he folded it up and braced myself for anything really.

“ Did you take a shower this morning? I don’t recall hearing the water running and the hot water was working with no delay.” He was almost subtly baiting me to fuck up, but for once I was prepared.

But goddammit I shouldve dried my hair more, of COURSE he noticed it.

“ Yes I did take a short shower this morning sir, but I didn’t want to disturb your well deserved rest so I took a very short, quiet, cold shower and made sure to not use any hot water so there would be plenty for you, mother, Margret, and Mariah.” I heard him grunt again, a sign of begrudging acceptance of my answer. I turned to leave and was almost out of the kitchen when he spoke up again.

“ Linnet, why don’t you grab a plate and join us for a proper family breakfast? You’re always so…studiously and eagerly hurrying off every morning to school to continue your education, a very respectable and admirable but rare sight in this youth, but it leaves us with an incomplete morning gathering each day. Please, come sit.” I stiffened but obediently nodded and made myself a plate and sat down at my seat, the only one on the left side of the table. Then I set my backpack between my feet and waited in silence beside my father, listening to the sounds of Mother and my sister’s getting up. I heard one of them slam the bathroom door shut after loudly shuffling out of their room, probably Margret if I had to guess. She had a heavier footed step for such a skinny twig. I didn’t dare touch anything on the plate until the rest of the family came down.

“ Would you like toast or a muffin Linnet?” Father asked as he finished folding his newspaper. I silently gulped and kept my head down.

“ I don’t want to trouble you…so I don’t need any…this is already so generously plenty.” I replied meekly, my eyes on my lap and my clenched fists. ‘ Oh just let this hell end already so I can get my couple minutes of escape at school…’ He let out a “hn.” at my response but didn’t say anything else to me, which meant I just barely got by with my answer. After a few moments of silence my mother half sauntered half stumbled into the kitchen, hungover.

“ Good morning darli–Linnet….you’re supposed to have already left for school! Who told you you could dare–” My father cleared his throat with a almost disapproving growl, probably at my mother’s lack of subtlety.

“ Dear, I told Linnet to stay and eat breakfast with us, so we could eat together this morning like a proper family.” She immediately straightened and pulled herself together, sober enough not to argue with her husband.

“ Oh of course honey! I’m so sorry for yelling like that.” She went over to him and kissed his cheek and patted his shoulder affectionately. Then she got herself some coffee and sat down at her seat on the other end of the table, opposite of him. There was another, more suffocating silence before my sisters came into the kitchen, chattering like noisy pigeons to each other. They both stopped short when they saw me though, matching disgusted looks on their painted faces as they began spouting insults and disbelief at Father.

“ Silence!”

A very still quiet settled over us all, such a picture perfect family we were….

Father’s glare was piercing and cold as he stared down his preferred daughters.

“ Quiet both of you. This morning we are having a PLEASANT breakfast together, and you will behave as so.” They meekly replied that they understood and sat at their spots, and we all started eating. I ate just fast enough to look normal, pushing my plate away and scooting my chair back.

“ I’m finished, I’ll be heading to school now.” I washed my dishes and grabbed my stuff in a hurry. MY father finished his coffee and stood up.

“ I can drive you to school.” I froze.

No no no no no.

“ That is….so incredibly generous of you sir, but I could never ask you to waste gas and possibly drive time on me.” I managed to get out without puking. We had a three second silent before he grunted.

“ Be home on time for once then Linnet.”

“ Yes sir.”

And then I was out and practically sprinting to school to get away from one hell and into another.

  I didn’t think school could get any worse without Dave, but I turned out to be very very wrong…

I avoided most everyone I could heading up the two steps and into the building. I kept my head down low and my pace quick, weaving my way through the crowd of kids with a practiced ease Dave had taught me.

‘ Left right left right side side left right pause right left back step side step left right left right….’ I spoke in my head, falling into the painfully familiar pattern of Dave’s steps when he walked through the crowd, me beside him as he guided me without issue.

I managed to make it to class, skipping my locker completely, and sat in my usual seat, internally cringing at that fact Dave couldn’t sit next to me anymore, which meant dealing with bitches, brats,bullies, and….him. I pulled out everything I needed for class and kept my backpack in my lap protectively. I tapped my foot quietly as i waited for class to start, praying class would just drag on uneventfully.

Someone high up there really DOES hate me apparently.

             “Well well well look who’s all alone? Too cool shithead finally dump you?” I gritted my teeth and ignored the taller boy lingering in the aisle between my desk and Dave’s former desk. The prick had a smug smirk on his face as he looked down at me. To everyone else, he was extraordinarily handsome and unfairly attractive, sun blonde hair cropped at his chin that curls around his ears and falls into his face occasionally, deep, inviting lush green eyes like a healthy summer meadow, sun kissed tan skin, tall at 6’2”, strong broad shoulders, well built figure, charming spotless white smile, dimples, baseball AND soccer captain, student body vice president, clean grades and a blindingly clean record and reputation to match. I didn’t look at him, at the guy that every girl in the whole damn school pined after, and tried to keep my focus on the front of the room and the clock.

I ignored that he was wearing a form fitting white tank top partially covered by a short sleeved jade green and white plaid flannel and well fitting smoky grey jeans that were rolled up at the bottom and showing off his spotless running shoes. He chuckled a bit at my lack of response.

Then he sat right in Dave’s old seat and set his notebook and textbook on the familiar surface, throwing me a smug little grin that to anyone else wouldve been nothing but friendly. I gripped my pencil tighter.

          “…Caleb thats Dave’s seat. Yours is on the other side of the room.” I ground out without looking at him, feeling every other student’s eyes on us, girls glaring and his crowd either confused or disapproving. Like i give a damn.

           “ well Davey boy is long gone from school and town by now. The whole school knows he moved away to Happy Harbor. So, now its MY seat Linn.” I tensed at the nickname and turned my head enough to shoot a glare at him.

             “ Don’t call me that. My name is Linnet.” I snapped quietly. There was a small moment of silence between us, the drone of the other students seeming to fade away as they slowly and reluctantly lost interest in us and looked away to talk amongst themselves. His grin fell and he brought his hand up and touched my cheek, a serious gleam appearing in his eyes.

              “ Linn are you not sleeping again?” He asked quietly and for a second the world seemed to tilt and start to slide out from under me.

Then i jolted back to reality and jerked away from him as the bell blared loudly. He faced front just like i did but i felt his eyes lingering on me, burning into me like a brand.

His stare was so much worse than the others in the room.

Chapter 2

  I had my stuff packed back into my backpack five minutes before class ended, and bolted out of there as soon as the bell sounded, dodging as many people as i could and sprinting to second period.

        “Hey! Wait!”

I ignored Caleb’s shout and forced my way through the crowds and quickly made my way to my seat. I kept my bag in my lap and rested my head down on my desk, forcing myself to calm down. I gripped my bag tighter so my fingers wouldn’t tremble. “ why the hell wont he just forget i exist…?” I mumbled out loud to myself.

“ Thats what we want to know! Hes obviously too good for the likes of someone like you. And yet he associates himself with your…filth.” I rolled my eyes at the familiar obnoxious female voice and the two ear grating agreements from my sisters. After a moment of me not responding the first voice cleared her throat annoyed.

“ Hello! Hey brat girl I’m talking to you!” I heaved a sigh and lifted my head and fixed a blank and unamused stare at her, a vague satisfaction of seeing her flinch slightly.

“ And I dont give a fuck Amber. Go pester someone else. I’m not in the mood to deal with you.” I said in a soft, bored voice as I set my head back down and ignored her. I didn’t even have to be looking at her to know my dead response made her so called “perfect” tan face redden and pinch up unattractively, her overly glossed bright pink lips curling in a hateful snarl as her big baby blue eyes glared harshly into the back of my head.

But I didn’t care, i needed to calm down.

I grunted when I felt one of her manicured hands grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head up that spiked sharp pain down my scalp, her expression livid. I glared back at her and without thinking snarled at her, baring my teeth just enough for her to let out a startled and disgusted shriek and let go of me.

“ WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU FREAK?!” I sneered at her screech before smoothing my expression into one of pain and hurt.

“ F-freak? W-why would you call me that…a-and why would you attack me like that out of nowhere! I was o-only looking over my notes for class! W-what is wrong with you Amber!?” She opened her mouth to yell at me more when someone cleared their throat and hurried towards us.

“ Ms. Jameson! What is the matter with you today?! How dare you attack another student like that! Go up to the office now I’ll deal with you with the assistant principal!” I sniffled as I looked up at Mr. Grimm. He hurried to me and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders and looked down at me worriedly over his black spectacles, his icy jade eyes concerned. Then he looked at Amber and those eyes froze over and narrowed in a disappointed glare.

“ Jameson. Office. Now. and Margret, Mariah. Go to your seats NOW. Not even a word out of you two. I’ll take you up to the office personally after class for allowing your sister to be harassed like that.” They flinched and sulked to their seats, shooting me glares when Mr. Grimm wasn’t looking. Once he sent Amber to the office he came back to me and looked me over as the bell rang.

“ Are you alright Linnet? Do you need to go to the infirmary?” I smiled shyly and shook my head.

“ M-my head kinda hurts from her yanking so hard on my hair…but other than that I think im ok Ro–Mr. Grimm.” He smiled at me, his pale face brightening like the sun breaking through the clouds. A few locks of chestnut hair fell into his face and he brushed it away absently.

“ I’m glad to hear it Linnet. Now class, lets get out our notebooks! We’ve got a biiiiig lecture today!” He gave me a small knowing wink before walking back to the front of the room and beginning his lecture on our new english unit. I sat down immediately and took as many notes as I could attentively.

Mr. Grimm was my favorite teacher, and was honestly like a father to me. He was tall and lithe, with enthused and gleaming pale jade eyes behind black rimmed glasses. He was pale and always dressed nice, no matter what the occasion and his old fashioned steampunk boots clicked against the tile floors. I ignored the feeling of my sisters glaring at me and paid extra close attention, his baritone voice soothing my frazzled nerves.

Unfortunately the class ended faster than I wanted, and i was the last one to leave, reluctantly packing my things. He looked at me from the door where he stood a few feet away from my sisters. He raised an eyebrow at me and I grimaced and blew a lock of hair from my face. He returned my silent response with another one of his own, giving me a sad and sympathetic look with his eyebrows furrowed while he smiled bitterly. He glanced back around the room then at me and I nodded, managing a smile.

Eat lunch in here with me today.

I waited until he walked away escorting my sisters to the office and slipped out of his classroom and hurried to my third period, just barely managing to make it to my seat by the bell. I kept my bag in my lap as I was finally able to get out my sketchbook and art pencils as I sat in my more secluded corner table for two near the back corner of the large art room, right behind a fairly small awkwardly designed part of the room that has a small wall, and a corner then led into the small alcove with the table next to and mostly hidden behind the big double bookshelf of art books and how-to-draw instruction books. I sat in the seat directly next to the bookshelf, leaning against its sturdy oak with a sigh. I tried to not look longingly at the chair next to me, Dave’s empty seat. I bit my lip before burying my nose into the shirt and nuzzling it briefly, taking in his comforting scent and relaxing. I flipped open my sketchbook and looked up as the art teacher walked over and checked to make sure I was in class, attendance sheet in hand. She gave me her eccentric little grin, her amethyst purple eyes almost glowing with their usual passion.

“ I knew I could always count on you to be present little bird!” Her gaze drifted to Dave’s seat and her smile softened to a motherly one.

“ Ah…right…big crow isnt with us in this city anymore….in that case little bird…you can work on whatever you wish, the art haven is at your disposal! I know I can trust you with the responsibility.” I smiled bigger and nodded to her, receiving a nod back as she marked me present and sauntered back to the front of the room, energetically explaining today’s activities.

If Mr. Grimm was a father to me then the art teacher, Ms. Sara was the mother I always wanted. With her short and wildly mussed up soot colored hair and bright amethyst eyes, her paint flecked and splattered pale skin, her wardrobe of stylized stockings, ripped and paint stained jean shorts, corsets and old fashioned short sleeved shirts, and knee high combat boots, she was considered eccentric but she was also too great of a teacher to even consider replacing her. She was always so kind and motherly to me…especially letting me and Dave sit in this secluded corner of the room to be ourselves and get away from everyone else. I shook away the memories and was tapping my pencil against my blank page when my phone buzzed quietly in my pocket. I pulled out my phone and smiled when I saw Dave’s name on my screen, everything in me relaxing and this morning’s troubles fading away as I unlocked my phone and tapped on the message.

‘ Hey Linn. Sorry I didn’t text earlier. Stupid teachers threatened to take my phone and sell it for parts. I finally got a chill teacher who’s letting me only have my phone out. You doing ok without me shorty?’ I wiped my eyes and began typing back immediately, giggling softly.

‘ Its hard….but im surviving without you. Just barely though. Glad you finally found a nice teacher that lets you use your phone in class.  I got Amber and my sisters sent up to the office. I think they’ll get suspended this time. Robert fully backs my story.’ there was a few long moments before his response popped back up.

‘ its about fucking time those bitches got what they deserve. And if Robbie backs your story you’re safe from your parents too(thank fucking god). Just keep hanging on shorty, you can make it. Thanksgiving break will be here before you know it and I’ll be back there with you for the entire week, your parents cant stop me.’ I smiled wider, all my stress easing away completely. Just as I was about to respond another message popped up.

‘ I miss you Shorty.’

‘ I miss you too Crow…like…fuck i miss you so much…’ there were another few long moments before he responded again.

‘ Remember, once senior year spring semester hits im packing you up and moving you here with me and my brothers. Dad wont care, he likes you. Just keep survivin Birdie. I’ll get you soon.’

‘ i know Davey….its what keeps me going. Cant wait.’

He texted that he had to go and we reluctantly said our goodbyes and I put my phone away, starting a random sketch. I didn’t really focus on what I was drawing, getting lost in thought.

“ Finally found you Linn.”

I snapped out of my thoughts immediately and glared up at Caleb through my bangs, praying to the hateful jerks up there that something will distract him and make him leave.

Wow whoever is up there seriously has to DESPISE me.

Instead of taking the hint from the glare and leaving me alone he sat down in Dave’s seat, setting down his stuff and his sketchbook on the table. I internally panicked a bit, to get out of my seat and out of class I’d have to go either past him or over him. He has me cornered against the bookshelf.

“ What do you want Caleb. Leave me alone.” He grunted and narrowed his eyes at me in an annoyed glare, turning his chair and body to face me and block me from any chance of escape unless I wanted to make a scene and climb over the table. I glared back from behind my bangs, tightening my grip on my pencil in order to hide the fact that my fingers were starting to tremble. There were a few seconds of tense silence between the two of us before he reached his hand out towards my face. I flinched away, leaning away from him and against the bookshelf. He glared a bit more as a stubborn gleam shone in his eyes, and he scooted his chair close enough that our knees touched and he leaned forward again, his hands tucking my bangs behind my ears. I felt….vulnerable, especially to him.

“ I knew it. You havent been sleeping again have you.” It was more of a confirming statement than any question. I huffed and looked away from him.

“ So what if I haven’t. It isn’t your concern or business Jackson.” He raised an eyebrow, giving me a wry smile.

“ Oh so we’re using last names now are we?” I didn’t answer him, not looking at him. I heard him snort and I felt his fingers gently but firmly grip my chin and turn my head to face him. I blinked once at the fact his face was much closer than before, only a little ways apart. His eyes were narrowed and serious again, and his mouth was tugged firmly into a stern line. His bangs fell and hung in front of his left eye as he looked at me.

“ It is my damn concern Linn. Now tell me why the hell you haven’t been sleeping again.” He planted his free hand next to my head to keep himself steady. I felt a cold sweat go down my back and I gulped slightly at his low, dead serious “do not argue with me” tone. I was silent and if possible he narrowed his eyes more.

“ Is it your family again? Or is it about that damn punk Strik–”

“ Shut up about dave!” I hissed between my teeth, forcing myself not to yell. He blinked once then scoffed, but didn’t repeat the last part of his question.

“ Are you getting bullied again? Is it your family again?” I couldnt stop myself from glancing away, my silence confirming his suspicions. He almost growled.

“ Goddammit Linn why haven’t you told me–”

“ Because its none of your business!” I snapped back, glaring at him. Our eyes locked, lush green glaring into equally glaring redwood brown eyes. We were practically nose to nose trying to make the other back down, but we were both too stubborn. A thick tense silence settled over us like a too heavy blanket, the noises from the rest of class seeming to fade away. Neither of us looked away, silently battling against each other

 ( And this is all I have so far. I know its long but I’ve been working really hard on it so bare with me here) (nightmaretyrantvantas)

[7fics]

Youngjae fic where he makes a big deal about his coming out. Everyone is scared because it's "super deep" and "life changing" and everyone thinks he's going to die but he's just dramatic af??? And then everyone's like "well yeah, we knew" and YJ is mad bc no one really cared/it was obvious and they ruined his big moment.

Warnings: drama

Word Count: 1k

Author: Chewy

an: this is a hot mess thank you for this absolutely hilarious prompt. jackson pov, hope you don’t mind!

The air is thick with tension. Jackson imagines he could cut it, like a sword through butter. (His inner subconscious tells him that the saying is actually a hot knife through butter, and the saying isn’t actually even supposed to be used in the way Jackson is currently trying to use it. His inner subconscious also sounds like Jinyoung after he’s read too many books and had a couple of drinks, so he shoos it away with a slap to his face)

Smack.

Everybody turns to look at Jackson. Even the tiniest noise will warrant great attention at this moment. “Sorry. I was thinking.”

“Don’t think.” This time, it’s not his inner subconscious Kermit the frog meme, but actual real life serious Jinyoung. Real Jinyoung actually has consequences, unlike inner Jinyoung, so Jackson has to pay attention.

“Sorry. Won’t do it again.”

All heads swivel back to the main event. Youngjae.

Sweet, sweet, innocent Youngjae, who has been the light of all of Got7’s lives since the day JYP added him to their team seven months before debut, is sitting on the couch. The main couch, to be precise. The one that either their managers or JB in leader mode sits on to give serious announcements on serious matters. This is a big deal.

—

It all came to a head that morning, when Youngjae gravely said the words, “I need to tell you guys something.”

In reality, though, it had been brewing for much longer than that. All of the members had been worried because in the past few weeks, Youngjae had been quieter than usual. He’d been “researching” on the internet, talking to himself in his sleep, and just the other day, he forgot to play with Coco. This was truly a serious tragedy. There was no other answer.

When the rest of the members tried to inquire more, Youngjae gave only vague responses.

“What’s going on?” JB demanded, in complete leader mode.

“I can’t tell you right now, but it’s super deep.”

“Are you okay?” Mark asked. Even Mark was actively worried, and not just passively. This just went to show how big of a deal this issue was.

“We’ll talk about it as a group later, but it’s absolutely life changing.” With that, Youngjae left the room.

“Well,” Bambam spoke up. “He said it was life changing, not life ending, so we know it’s not cancer. Wanna make bets? I have ten dollars in cash.”

“BAMBAM!” Literally every single member of Got7, excluding Bambam and Youngjae, yells.

“I guess that’s a no then.”

—

Back at the present moment, Jackson sits uncomfortably squished on the couch between Yugyeom and Jaebum. He looks down to the end where Youngjae sits solemnly.

Despite Bambam’s reassurances, he can’t help but wonder. What if it really is cancer? Or worse? What if… What if… Jackson is having a hard time thinking of anything worse because all the bad plots in the k-dramas that he watches involve cancer. As Jackson’s mind starts to conjure up images of hospitals, his hands start picking more and more aggressively at the rips in his jeans. Jaebum leans over and grabs his hand, holding it still.

“So, Youngjae? Do you want to tell us what this is all about?” Jaebum asks.

Youngjae nods, opens his mouth, closes it, and gulps. Next to him, Jinyoung hands him a bottle of water. Youngjae drinks, opens his mouth, and says, “Thanks, hyung.”

Jackson thinks that at this point, he’s going to explode and die from the anticipation, and that means he won’t be able to bring flowers to Youngjae’s bed as he’s withering away from some undiscovered, incurable illness.

“Just say it!” Mark shouts. Everybody turns and glares. Everybody is both relieved that Mark said what they all wanted to say inside, but everybody is also mad at Mark for shouting at Youngjae. Sweet, sweet, innocent Youngjae, who is loved by all. “Sorry. Please, Youngjae.”

“Okay, sorry hyung.” Youngjae takes a final deep breath, and spits out the words, “I’m super gay.”

“IT’S OKAY YOUNGJAE WE STILL ALL LOVE YOU, AND WE WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER EVEN IF YOU DIE, BUT WE’LL ALSO MAKE SURE TO PAY YOUR MEDICAL BILLS FOR ANY ILLNESS YOU MIGHT HAVE AND I’LL MAKE SURE JINYOUNG DOESN’T WRITE YOUR OBITUARY BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW HE’D PUT IN A SUPER LAME HIPSTER QUOTE, AND ALSO MARK, TOO, BECAUSE HE WOULD WRITE ‘R.I.P.’ AND THAT— wait did you just say you were gay.” Jackson sits back down and opens his eyes. “That is seriously not what I was expecting.”

Jaebum just sighs one of his deep-as-the-Mariana-Trench sighs, and cover’s Jackson’s mouth with his hand. “Youngjae. Did you seriously put us through all of this so that you could tell us you were gay?”

“Well, yeah,” Youngjae says. He’s still looking at Jackson warily.

“Everybody knows you’re gay, Youngjae,” Bambam says. “This is meeting is taking out of my League of Legends playing time. Come on, Yugyeom, leggo!”

“Wait, what?” Youngjae asks, bewildered. “How did you guys already know that I was gay?”

“Because you’re super gay? Jinyoung literally baked a cake last year that said ‘Youngjae is Gay’ because of how gay you were. It had rainbows and unicorns, remember?” Mark says.

“MMmmmpfhhhhfhh,” Jackson agrees, from under Jaebum’s hand.

“What the hell? That’s so not cool! Do you even realize how long I have been planning and researching for this moment? This is ludicrous! Ridiculous! An outrage! And why are you all so automatically accepting, I thought we would have to really fight over this!” Youngjae is panting by the end of his rant. Jaebum has removed his hands from Jackson’s mouth so that he could cover his own ears instead.

“If you’re done ranting, it’s really time for us to get to practice,” Jaebum says.

“Here, baby, how about I bake you another cake?” Jinyoung asks. That, combined with the fact that Youngjae seems to have worn himself out with the shouting, appeases Youngjae enough to agree.

“Well, I’m glad you’re not dying, Youngjae!” Jackson speaks up.

“Thanks, Jackson hyung. Me too.”

[4sterizel]

Summing up 2016

Seriously before I start, tumblr please step up your game. You are a blog and you don't allow people to post text with multiple photos in between? While I was looking at my photos to recall 2016, I realise I didn't blog about 2015 either :( there goes the memories. January 2016. January was a really special month to me. Those who know me would know that it's not only my birthday, but also where my golden retriever, Iris, came into my life. January was also the start of my year 3 life which is also my Alvl year. I guess I started 2016 with full of hopes, with happiness and everything. I wasn't dating anyone at that time and I was enjoying the freedom from 2015 Nov-Dec whereby I ended my h1 Alvl. I really wanna blog about 2015 because I was such a great and happy year for me. The 18 years old zel was so carefree and so driven. I think I side tracked, so lets go back to my january 2016. It was the first time I went to a bar with my clique as well. The bar played chinese songs which I greatly enjoyed. January I celebrated my 19th birthday. My clasmate and clique gave me a birthday surprise. I was never the type who liked to eat cakes but those who know me will know I love Ikea cake. Surprisingly, the cake that strawberries gotten for me was a blueberry yoghurt cake which I still remember up to today. Whereas for my clique, they obviously bought my favourite ikea cake (knowing how much I love it even though its not supposed to be a birthday cake + ikea is pretty inconvienient honestly and getting the cake seems difficult) They got me a lens and free kbbq for that night. A simple yet happy celebration that I'll keep it close to my heart forever. At that time, me and J tension was still pretty high. But I'm so glad that he bought me tokyo banana. He was unhappy with the fact that I hid a lot of things from him... and as a friend, I wanted to explain but i coudln't bring myself to do so.. It was also when he was elected for house master. Immensely proud friend over here. And I got iris, which came to my house one day after my birthday. 30th January. January, was a month full of laughter. February 2016. February zoomed past, like the wind. I can honestly say I barely remember anything for. I guess it was a month where I tried to juggle school and everything. It was also new year which I celebrated with my clique yearly. I think I was pretty carefree, I didn't had any guy at that point in time. I was also shocked at one point in time whereby I no longer have things to share. I think I was pretty proud because I seemed focus. I was also handling my CCA, NMC. Which I held the secretary position and took up several leadership role for events. February was a bundle of joy. Trust me, it gets worst. March 2016 March was a month of break through. I got my alevel h1 results which I cried because I got a B for my maths which I worked so hard for. I was quite determined to get the A seeing that 18 yearsold zel. But nevertheless, I got an A for project work. I got ABB in the end for my h1 cert. March was the month where I got together with ys, a friend of mine that I knew since 2013. But it somewhat all ended in a blur because of our conflicting personality. I also waited for the arrival of march holidays which I enjoyed much with strawberries as well as my clique. April 2016 I guess april is where things starts getting busy. I can barely remember what happened. (I'll post photos later) just to flash a little of the memories. May 2016. May was the month I spent with books, almost all the time. To look back, I really spent a lot of time with Jena. HAHA. Thanks for being a big part of my year3 life girl :) June 2016 June holidays I barely spent my time outside of the house, till the extent whereby I feel like I'm isolated from the world LOL. But it was the month I prepared for prelim 1 and also for my alvls. My history notes was thick as fuck and I tell you that's probably the proudest thing I've done in my life. July 2016 July, was the highlight of the year to me. It is. You can call it worst, the best, the most life changing one that have changed who I am today. July was the month I met C. Someone whom I adore a lot.. :) It was also the first time I went to club. Before I met C at the end of the month, I liked someone a lot. Y'all who know me will know he is double L, who is still a special person to me right now. :D He have been nothing but nice to me and he is one of the greatest greatest person I've known. He cares for me and tolerates my nonsense. (But i'll update a little more in the later part hehe) July was also the month whereby I broke down because I don't know what the fuck I was doing in school. I was lost, I was unmotivated.. I somehow just lost every single momentum I had. I broke down so hard, and I found comfort in the arms of my MI girls. August 2016 July and august was the month that really started my life changing experience. india lima yankee too good to be true http://iridizousa.tumblr.com/post/154038604050/the-relationship-that-never-started-c You can click here to read more about me and C. I would say, i had high hopes about me and C. only to discover many things that involves many complications, many things that can't be solved. The stubborn me wouldn't have let go of you. Up till today, we are still having this really complicated relationship. I don't know man. I wouldn't want to give up on you. Yet, August wasw a month I had so much tears. I lost my focus. I changed. I also finally understood how my clique wanted to shield me from all sorts of this bullshit. Thank you guys. September 2016 September was a month that I got closer with my team, #stayinthetrees. They are the group of boys that have accepted me for who I am despite my bad skills hehe. The ones I spent study session with. They were the ones I spent my heart 2 heart talk with, my night study with. My dota sessions with. They listened to me rant, made me felt better even though september was a tough month as we were preparing for prelim 2. I still had to juggle with my bad relationship with C. It was also a great month for me because Max was always by my side protecting me. I clubbed quite a lot, drank quite a lot. I enjoyed the supper dates with max derrick yj they all. It was a month I realize, many people loved me for who I am. I am immensely grateful that you guys lend me a hand. You would have no idea how painful it was but I survived, thanks to you guys. I ran a high fever that night and it was a night I would never forget. I was running high fever and I kept checking my phone to know whether you replied. You ignored my message for 3 days... and I was burning at 39.5degrees. I even thought my phone spoilt. How silly isn't it. I also got closer to Zenn which I really enjoy being with!!! September was also the month me and my bestfriend always seems to have the time for each other.. October 2016 October was the month I painted my room hehe. It was my last month in MI officially. It was my graduation tea, it was the month I met sylv and he brought me to the zoo. It was a happy month despite the pain I was feeling. It was mugging session, missing you, making gift for you, sewing a cat and always having you at the back of my head.. November 2016 It was the start of my alvls. I remember I argued with you one day before my GP paper. Well done c. Your words still echo hard in my head but god knows why I am still here with you. November was also the month we broke up. It was the month I spent everyday studying for my alvls. Nothing much but just stress and pain. December 2016 And lastly, december... I would say december was the happiest since I ended alvl. I went to altimate for the first time, cried my tears out like alcohol LOL. Spent more time with my clique and I met A all over again. Dated him for a week and things ended before he went into ocs. Mistaking salt for sugar again huh zel? You can read more about me and A in my Summing up 2014 post. I also went to national museum for the first time with my Acup girls! Experienced the shitty dota2 7.00 update HAHA I guess the greatest highlight for december was meeting T,M,J. I had the happiest countdown where I felt like I was out of the world... Dec was also the month where im back into your arms C. And it was where double L finally told me that he's actually jealous. :P - I must have missed a lot of stuffs and also seems boring without photos. But guess what I'm heading out to see doctor because I'm running a fever. And C was telling me that he would take care of me and spend the day with me. Silly boy. I'll edit again when I have time! hehe