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Prompt from @help-i-need-a-cool-username
Jason has once again snuck into Gotham University. Now, before any assumptions are made onto why the crime lord would break into a college, the reason is because he likes the library. That's it. The public library is trashed and small, barely taken care of, but Gotham U's? It's beautiful. Multiple floors, organized and in sections, taken care of, alphabetical order, it's magnificent. The chairs were a reason alone to sneak in, but the students here added an extra charm.
He had gone to the very back of the library on the second floor. This area was pretty well hidden and enclosed. He would come here to read without anyone questioning him, even hiding the books he wasn’t finished with yet to continue on later. Jason wasn’t expecting someone to be so close to his spot though. A few tables across stood a student, thin, tall, with pitch black hair, baggy cargo jeans, and a white t-shirt. The other hadn’t noticed him yet, so he remained quiet and just watched. He was in front of a large white board on wheels, seemingly taken from the rooms he saw down the hall.
“That doesn’t work, goddammit.”
On the white board was lines upon lines of equations- at least he thought they were equations, with most of them being letters and symbols rather than numbers. It made the vigilante’s brain hurt. The student - assumed STEM major - just kept mumbling to himself.
“Stupid physics, won’t allow interdimensional travel”
What? Jason may have been out of school since 15, but he knew no courses were asking for the answer to traveling between dimensions. It seemed the student had a habit of talking to himself when worked up or focused, possibly why he isolated himself from the rest of the library.
“If your parents could do it, why can’t you? Think Danny, think!”
That sentence wasn’t concerning at all, but at least Jason learned the boy’s name. Danny seemed to have a strange background, what did he mean by ‘if your parents could do it’? Had his parents managed to travel between dimensions? The other was chewing on the cap of the white board marker, his other hand resting on his hip as he swayed back and forth.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! That! The thing! That thingy!”
Jason could practically see the lightbulb go on above Danny’s head. Just then the other erased a solid portion of the whiteboard and dropped to his knees, ouch. He started frantically scribbling, fast and messy, barely cohesive. Though, Jason was sure that if it was Tim sitting where he was instead, the boy could probably understand everything on that board. He’d stick to English literature, thank you very much.
“That’s it! Oh my ancients! I got it!”
Danny practically jumped in the air, punching the air in triumph. Jason almost felt proud of him, this complete stranger he’s been watching, wow he was being creepy, huh? Danny shot both of his arms straight up, the marker gripped tightly in his right hand fist.
“I did it!”
He looked so happy, so excited. He began to buzz, even spinning, before stopping mid loop and turning around slowly. Shit, Jason had been caught. To be fair, Danny hadn’t exactly turned around the whole time, meaning Jason was just watching his back the whole time as he worked through his… problem? It’s such a shame, Jason was thoroughly entertained by this random kid.
“Uhhh, hi? How long have you been there?”
Oh shit, Jason had to talk now, didn’t he?
“Not very long, but long enough to know you were trying to solve interdimensional travel before apparently succeeding.”
The color drained from Danny’s face. Whoops?
“Uhm, no I didn’t.”
Now that he got a closer look, the student looked like someone Bruce would adopt. Black hair, clear blue eyes, tan skin, sharp features, the whole nine yards. He was actually fairly attractive, maybe even cute.
“Really? I could have sworn that you said ‘stupid physics won’t allow interdimensional travel’”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah sure, and I’m a student here.”
“Wait, you’re not a student here?”
“That’d only be true if you were lying.”
“Well I’m not so-”
“Uh huh, sure you’re not.”
“Look dude-”
“Jason.”
“Look Jason, there’s no way that I could solve interdimensional travel, the multiverse doesn’t exist.”
“Look Danny-”
“How do you know my name?”
“I won’t tell a single soul if you explain how you did it to me”
Curiosity won his gambit. Would he regret what he was about to say? Perhaps.
“Maybe over a coffee?”
He knew it was worth it when the marker hit the floor and Danny moved his hand to cover his red face. Well, it wasn’t the first time he’s done something he regrets, maybe this time it’d be a cute STEM major who knows the secrets to the multiverse.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#jason todd#red hood#danny fenton#danny phantom#danny fenton is a huge nerd#figuring out interdimensional travel instead of finishing his 5 page english paper due 'like yesterday'#jason has done many things he regrets#breaking into a college isnt one#neither is asking out the cute nerd with eccentric capabilities#if only jason knew what he was getting into#boo#jason todd x danny fenton#dead on main#college au#gotham university
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This is a future scene for Heaven is a place we can’t afford. Idk if I’ll keep it, but the idea has been sticking with me so I thought I’d share.
There were many things that Tim knew. He was the family genius after all. But there was one thing he knew for certain, one thing he that he knew would be the reason he stayed in Amity Park and never went home to Gotham.
See, Jason Todd may have been Batman’s biggest regret. But Tim knew, without a doubt that he was Bruce Wayne’s biggest regret.
He knew just by looking at his father that Bruce regretted the moment he ever let Tim step foot in the manor.
It was why it had been such an easy decision in the end. With Jason once again part of the family and Damian getting comfortable with the role of Robin, it was time for Tim to go.
His place with the Waynes was never permanent. He knew that deep in his very soul, but he knew the Waynes were far too nice to ask him to leave.
So Tim had done it himself. Better to leave where you were unwanted rather than force everyone to walk on eggshells forever.
Besides.
Amity Park was nice.
Danny was nice.
And for the first time in a very long time, Tim didn’t feel lost.
#dpxdc#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#dis writes#dp x dc crossover#dis dreams#batman#danny fenton#dc x dp crossover#tim drake/danny fenton#dead tired ship#angst#Tim is actually wrong about how Bruce feels about him#but my boy is just full of self loathing
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Break Ups and Make Ups
Jason Todd x reader
Synopsis: Jason breaks up with you to keep you safe only to get saved by you a few weeks later.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, Jason being angsty
Word Count: 3233
Jason couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned in a bed that felt too large and dreamed of futures he lost from his grasp. Every night was the same. He’d spend his energy patrolling to forget you, drag himself through his apartment, and then come to the realization that he was entirely alone the second the AC hit in the face. What made him even angrier was that it wasn’t even your fault, not entirely at least. To Jason, you were the epitome of perfection and had done nothing wrong. You were meant to be protected at all costs and Jason was sure that he could never protect you when you were with him. Every body he saw, every victim of Gotham he encountered had your face. Maybe it was a fragment of his delusion that caused him to worry so intensely, but to him, it came out of a place of real possibility.
That’s why he broke it off with you when things started getting serious. All he really remembers from that day was you screaming something he doesn’t remember (or tries to forget) at him and telling him to leave. It was the worst day of his life, and he would have died a thousand times over again to avoid it ever happening. He’d never seen you so upset before and hated that it was because of him. Every night, this was what he saw before he fell asleep, and once sleep had finally taken over there was no rest from his regret. He’d dream of all the futures you could have had together, bringing newborns home from the hospital, you, walking down the aisle with tears flowing from everyone’s eyes, and the endless possibilities of bliss that he threw away that night.
That was what was keeping Jason up last night. He was exhausted, struggling to stay awake as the cycle of regret repeated every time he shut his eyes.
“You alright Jaybird?” Dick asked, standing in the mirror adjusting his tie.
“Fine.” Jason gruffed in response.
Jason was sitting in one of the many armchairs in the manor staring at the window, brooding. Usually, he’d hear your laughter with the girls from down the hallway, joking about whatever appealed to them at the time. Tonight was different and all he heard were the voices of his sisters, sometimes bringing you up, lamenting the loss of your presence.
“Do you think she’ll show up eventually?” Steph asked, “I mean she kind of has to for press.”
“I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t” Jason heard Barbra reply, causing him to cringe.
He was in the wrong for breaking it off with you. Jason saw that now, regretting the pride that came in with thinking it was only up to him to keep you safe, or that you couldn’t play some part in it. To your credit, you’d survived Gotham for so many years before meeting him, even as a socialite. Why did he think it would be any different?
“You know, it would be worth just talking to her.” Dick said, “If that’s what you’re brooding over. I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s what you’re brooding over.” Dick said.
“It’s none of your business.”
“Yea, not really, but you’re acting like you’ve been tossing up the idea of swan diving off Gotham Bridge.” Dick chided, “So maybe you should talk to her. Sounds like she didn’t want to break up anyways, so you’d probably have a chance.”
“She’d kill me.” Jason replied coldly.
Dick didn’t say anything in response, but Jason knew what he was thinking, “Yeah, and right now, you’d deserve it.”
When the car pulled up to the carpet at the front of the gala, it was all Jason could do to not sink and melt into the floor. There would be plenty of questions from reporters asking where you were. It had been three weeks since he dumped you and the internet had been stirring.
“Just walk past them.” Dick said, “And don’t beat anyone”
“No promises.” Jason answered, stepping out of the car, and giving his hand to Cassandra to help her out.
Cass nodded at him giving him enough signal of, “I’ll walk with you.”
Reporters and fans shouted at the family. Jason wished that anyone else was the center of attention, but instead all the questions were centered around his relationship with you.
“Where’s Y/N?”
“Are you and Y/N still dating?”
“Why haven’t we seen you together?” Bruce managed to shove in front of Vikki Vale to protect Jason from her invasive questions and everyone else made their way inside. The lights of the flashing cameras faded through the crowd inside the gala. Jason felt like all eyes were on him. It was one of the first times that he felt like hiding in a corner, wrapped up in a ball at one of these events. Women with hair overdone and plunging V-neck dresses approached him, assuming that he was no longer off the table. It’s not like they cared when we still dating you whether it was appropriate to hit on him.
If you were here, you two would be making fun of everyone here acting like they were on top of the world instead of the true trash of Gotham, but you weren’t, and now he was awkwardly standing next to Dick ignoring the conversation he was engaged in. Jason was pretty sure they were talking about something related to Wayne Enterprises, but he focused on the bitter cold at his side where you were meant to be on his arm. You’d be making some comment about an increase in recent sales for some company WE were working with, and he’d be staring at you wondering how he got so lucky. Now he stares at the floor wondering how he got so stupid.
“Dude, you look like a dog that just got its favorite toy taken.” Dick said once the person he was talking to left.
Jason left out a gruff in response. He didn’t have a response to that. Instead, Jason was counting down the minutes until he could leave and go crash in his apartment, though, he wasn’t sure that would be any better. Twirling a toothpick from some fancy snack he just endured, he thought about what he’d do if he tried to make it up with you.
“Seriously, go home, take a shower, and call her.” Dick urged, “We all know she liked you; you’re just going to have to explain a few things.”
“She probably hates me.” Jason answered, running his hand across his face, “I can’t blame her though.”
“Maybe she hates you, but maybe she’s just waiting for you to get your head out of your butt.”
Before Jason could respond to that, he heard glass shattering in the building and gun shots echoing. He looked towards Bruce, trying to gage whether they would spring into action. Bruce was busy ushering guests out of the building and not paying too much attention to where everyone else was. Dick and Jason ducked for cover, trying to see where the shots were being fired from. As they scanned the room, they saw a dark gas creeping towards the table where they were situated and there was nowhere to run.
“Tim’s still on the mission with his team.” Dick said
“Can’t blow our cover.” Jason responded, “Isn’t there that new vigilante running around town that Bruce has been trying to pretend he isn’t working with?”
“And you think that will help?” Dick snorted,
“You’re right. We’re screwed.”
You were currently speeding through the streets of Gotham, riding at full speed towards the hotel where the gala was tonight. Bruce had asked you to avoid it since all the others were on a mission or at the gala. It was a precaution he had in place just in case something happened. You were still bitter about what happened with Jason. He was an idiot. Jason thought you had no idea of his persona as Red Hood. He had no idea that you were the recent vigilante in Gotham, Batman took in for your skills. Here you thought Jason would be a better detective.
Flying towards the police lights, you pulled your bike near Gordon’s patrol car and jumped off, helmet in hand.
“What do you have?” You asked.
“We’re waiting for Batman.” Gordon replied, “Hostages have been released other than the Waynes.” “Batman’s not coming.” You countered, “He’s on a mission with the League.”
“He never told me about that.”
“You think he’d tell you about a classified mission with the League?” You lied, “I’m all you have, so get over it.”
“You really are with the Bat.” Gordon sighed, “Bane sent his men to capture the Waynes and is demanding a ransom of $1 billion.”
“He does realize that most of that is kept in separate investments, right?” You mumbled.
“Apparently he doesn’t” “He’s got them in an east river warehouse and will begin executions at 12am. First one to go is Jason Todd.”
You looked at the time blaring on his phone, beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead, “Two hours.”
“Surely he doesn’t think we could retrieve $1 billion in two hours.” Gordon responded.
“I don’t care what he thinks as long as you convince him that the money is coming.” You said, “I’ll recover the Waynes.” “Keep him ignorant, it’s our best option.”
The drive felt like hours even though it was thirty minutes through the traffic. All the while you were thinking about what Gordon said, “First to go is Jason Todd.” You were still upset with him, but that didn’t negate the fac that you loved him. Jason breaking it off with you felt like someone tore your soul out of you. You were pretty sure once you explained everything to him, he’d understand, but you didn’t have the energy to track him down and convince him to listen to you. Serving around a slower driver, you sped onto the side road that led straight into the warehouses. Bane has a usual point of operation here that you were sure he was staking out in. He wasn’t the most intelligent guy on the block, but it was too risky for the special ops team to come flying into the building with such a threat.
You haphazardly parked your bike and sprinted towards the warehouse you knew they’d be in. The comm in your ear began buzzing and you clicked the button to turn on the feed.
“He’s about to start executing.” Gordon said.
“What? There’s still an hour and a half left?” You whisper yelled, “Did your men screw it up?”
“Haven’t found out yet, Bane has demanded that the time be dropped.” “Are you in there?”
“Almost, how much time do I have?”
“Fifteen minutes.” Gordon replied.
“When I knock him out, I expect that you put him in the most uncomfortable cell in Black Gate.”
“Without a second thought.” Gordon said, confidence lacing his voice.
There were 10 guards outside the warehouse heavily armed. Bane must have been juiced up which meant he was more confident in not needing security, just someone to collect the money and bring it inside. If you were on your own, you’d probably kill them all and let GCPD handle it, but you were in Batman’s turf and had to respect his bounds. Instead, you opted to tranquilize them and leave the clean-up to GCPD to save time.
“I’ve got 10 unconscious out front, make sure they’re in cars before they wake up.” You said, “Don’t come in with sirens and lights on.” “I’m going in”
“Understood.” Gordon responded quickly.
Going to the roof, you looked a window down to see Bane dragging Jason with a bag over his head, to the front of a room where a camera was. There was one other man with a mask on holding a rifle pointed to where Jason was now kneeling. He ripped the bag off Jason’s head to show reveal him with a busted lip and a fresh bruise appearing on his jaw. He must have said something that rubbed one of the recruits the wrong way. Your heart began to race as you watched in horror. With your boot, you kicked the glass once and watched as the shards fell to the ground. From below, Jason heard the crashing of the glass and didn’t look up in case it was falling on him. A loud pop echoed through the building and the sound of metal hitting the floor sounded in his ears. Another shot was fired and after a few seconds, the man standing behind him stumbled backwards and finally fell.
With the immediate threat to Jason neutralized, you jumped down, landing on Bane’s shoulders.
“You picked the wrong day Bane. I’m not in the mood” you said.
“I’ll kill you all!” He screamed, reaching his arms around his back, trying to grab you off him.
“Is that the most intelligent thing you can think of right now, big guy?” You laughed.
Reaching into your utility belt, you pulled out a large knife and positioned to cut into the tubes that pumped his venom. Before you could do that, Bane reached around and grabbed your leg. With a grunt you were thrown to the ground but recovered quickly. Jumping back up, you ran towards him, launching yourself in the air to kick his jaw. A tooth flew past you and blood began to run out of his mouth. These were the moments you were grateful for steel-toed boots. Bane stumbled for a moment before regaining his strength and barreling towards you. You ran back from him, giving yourself space and leading him to a place where you could get back on top of him. He started reaching his arms back again causing you to glide your knife over his arm. Blood was drawn again, and he recoiled in pain. Taking this opportunity, you ran the knife through the pipes, venom spewing out everywhere. He fell back right as you flung yourself off him and out of his reach. Quickly, his muscles started constricting and falling back into their regular form. It was a disgusting sight to and you found yourself grimacing at the sight.
In the commotion of it all, you weren’t aware that the camera had knocked over. Bruce and Dick were still sitting patiently, waiting for you to uncuff them.
“Target neutralized, I’ll bring out the Waynes and Bane.” You said into the comm.
“Got it, ETA five minutes.” Gordon answered
You grabbed the keys that were hanging on the wall next to where Bane had been standing and began to uncuff Bruce and Dick.
“You always manage to get yourself into trouble, don’t you?” You asked, a smirk evident in your voice despite your mask.
“You know it.” Dick said.
“Thanks for the rescue.” Bruce stood up as you helped Dick off the floor, “We can drag Bane out. It seems you’ve got some explaining to do.”
Jason was sitting and staring at the wall, contemplating his life. You weren’t sure what he was thinking, but you could bet it was something about being glad he broke it off with you after something like this happening. You watched for a minute as Bruce and Dick dragged Bane out of the room, giving you two a moment.
“Jason.” You said, trying to get him to turn around.
“You gonna uncuff me?” He asked.
“I was getting there.” You knelt behind him and unlocked the cuff.
The clank of metal quietly rang out. An awkward silence fell, and you weren’t sure what to do so instead you started assessing injuries. You moved to kneel in front of him and examined his lip and the bruise that was getting darker by the second.
“Anything feel broken?” you asked.
“No.” He moved away from your touch, something that hurt your heart, “Who even are you? Batman’s new recruit?”
“Jason- do you?” You huffed and began to pull off your mask, “You’re an idiot.”
Once you had your mask off, he started at you, lost for words. So many emotions ran through his eyes, confusion and then realization being the two most prominent ones.
“Y/N?” He asked bewildered, “How did you keep this from me?”
“I figured you knew, Red Hood.” You said, tucking your mask under your arm.
“You knew about that?”
“You’re not very inconspicuous about it, Jason.” You laughed, “I mean every time patrol ended, Red Hood would head in the direction of your apartment and then you’d drop by thirty minutes later after taken a shower and typically with some sort of wound dressing. Plus, it helps that I went to the cave a few times.” “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, hurt lingering in his voice.
“I realized you probably didn’t know anything about it and planned to talk to you about it but you kind of dumped me before I got the chance.” Your smile faded and was instead replaced with a stoic look. Jason knew you were upset, “What do you think I was yelling at you for?”
“I thought you were just yelling because you were mad.” He answered, shame now replacing his look of hurt.
“Yeah, I’m pissed with you. I feel like you thought I can’t handle myself, even if you didn’t mean to come across that way. I was trying to get you to stop so we could talk about it. You were bound to get in and get out.” Tears began swelling in your eyes and you quickly wiped them away.
“Y/N I’m so sorry.” He said.
“Yea, so am I.” Your head hung low for a second before you picked yourself back up, not wanting to break down in front of Jason right now.
“No, it’s not your fault.” Jason grabbed your hands, “This has been the worst few weeks of my entire life. I can’t live without you. Day and night, you’re the only thing I think of. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything right now. I’d rather die a thousand times over than not have you.”
At this point you started crying and Jason grabbed you, pulling you into his chest. You cried into his suit that was already ruined by the dirt and tears from tonight. He was crying to, no matter how much he didn’t want to be.
“I’m so, so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. I just thought this was best for you. I didn’t want you ending up hurt or dead or- I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.” “Jason” You laughed through tears, “I’m a Gotham CEO, I was already unsafe by myself.”
“I didn’t think about that.” He said, making you laugh more.
“Do you think you’d have me back?” Jason asked, a now solemn look coming across his face.
“Yes, absolutely.”
Jason pulled you into a kiss that felt like it lasted forever and once it was over, he rested his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply.
“I missed you so much.” He said.
“I did too.”
Jason’s family was going to be ecstatic about this. They probably weren’t going to let him live down you realizing he was Red Hood before he realized you were a vigilante.
#dc x reader#dc comics#dc characters#batfam x reader#batboys x reader#batfam#jason todd x reader#jason todd x reader fluff#jason todd x you#jason todd x y/n#red hood x you#red hood x reader#red hood x y/n#red hood imagine#jason todd imagine
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Take Out For Dummies - Part 4
Summary: Danny has been hired to take out Red Hood, there may or may not have been a misunderstanding.
First | Masterpost
Part 4 here is just a little interlude that doesn't really fit part 3 or part 5, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.
Jason fresh from a shower at his nearest safe house unlocked the door to his apartment and opened it just a crack so he could reach in his arm to get at the set of tripwires and disable them. His gear, sans the jacket he’d managed to forget he’d lent Danny, was slung across his shoulder in a duffle bag.
It would have been easier to just stay in one of his rotating safe houses, like he’d done in the early days, but him having an official apartment where his family could expect to find him, apparently did a bunch of good. He didn’t exactly know what it was about him having a semipermanent residence that made them think he was less likely to snap, but as long as it got them off his back Jason would take it - It was kinda nice to keep his books in one place.
He walked in and dropped the duffel on the kitchen table with a sigh. He would deal with that later. It was mostly just his helmet anyways - and should anyone come raid his place, he could apparently just claim he was a cosplayer. He snorted, but found himself smiling.
Urgh. He leaned his forehead against the cupboard he meant to open. He was such an idiot.
It was one thing entirely to acknowledge the fact that Danny was hot and he wouldn’t mind getting horizontal with him - or vertical or really any position, Jason wasn’t picky. Danny’s question of how Jason wanted him ran unbidden to his forefront of his mind and therein lay the problem. Because the answer to that question was dangerous. It was after all something entirely different to want Danny to kiss him softly, to hold his hand and smile at him like they were the only two people in the world.
He drew back and knocked his head against the cupboard, instantly regretting it when he hit harder than intended. He straightened and rubbed his smarting forehead, like so many things recently that hadn’t been entirely thought through.
Finally he got out the glass he’d been aiming to get in the first place.
The dial for the cold water squeaked and sputtered when he turned it and his gaze became unfocused as he waited for it to run cold.
He hadn’t even known Danny that long. He was weird (wonderful). He didn’t have any self preservation at all (he wasn’t afraid of him). Something was clearly wrong with him, he’d asked Red Hood on date! For a job, it was a job! Nothing more. Danny blushing when Jason was the one who took his hand didn’t mean anything.
Jason remembered the running water with a start and quickly filled his glass and turned it off. He shook his head and took a sip. He needed to just go to bed. Maybe things would make more sense in the morning.
By habit he checked his phone as he walked to the bedroom. He was only a little surprised to see the amount of notifications. Seemed the bats had noticed Red Hood’s absence on the streets tonight. It was just check-ins, wondering where he was, nothing unusual, nobody would be surprised if he didn’t answer, but the messages from Dick had him pausing.
First text from early in the evening was just a check-in because he’d somehow heard all the way in Blüdhaven that Jay wasn’t patrolling, but then timestamped just after midnight he got:
Are you sick?
Do you need anything? I can pick something up and drive by. Just say the word.
I can be in and out, quiet even.
It was such a Dick move, he was such a big brother worrywart. Of course he, as the person living in an entirely different city, was the one to offer to pick up groceries or whatever. Jason closed his eyes tightly and breathed slowly through his nose, deliberately relaxing his shoulders as he did so. If he’d been this kind of big brother before Jason’s death, maybe their relationship wouldn’t be this.
His thumb hovered over Dick’s contact. Dick was trying.
He lowered the phone. He was probably in bed by now anyway. It was four in the morning, he had a day job. There hadn’t been anything big brewing in Blüdhaven, which would have otherwise kept him up.
Jason huffed annoyed with himself. It was four in the morning, that was exactly why he should call now. He was the little brother. He got to be annoying. Before he could second guess himself again he hit the call button and let himself fall down back first on his bed.
The phone rang. An irrational bout of anxiety gripped him. What if he didn’t answer?
“Jay,” Dick answered his phone breathlessly, clearly disoriented, “are you okay?”
“Did I wake you?”
“Uh, I, yes?”
“Good.” Jason smiled at Dick’s groan and the clear pout in the way he whined “Jay.”
“Seriously Jay, are you okay? You weren’t on patrol.”
“The fact that I didn’t patrol doesn’t mean anything.”
“Jay, you micromanage Crime Alley like it’s going out of fashion. The only times you don’t patrol are when you’re out of town, injured or sick.”
“I-“ It was hard to argue when it was true. “I do other stuff too. Also you’re one to talk, at least I know to stick to a manageable amount of ground to cover.”
Dick laughed lowly. “Okay you got me, what other stuff were you doing then if you’re not nursing an injury?”
Jason didn’t have to tell him anything just because he asked. It was none of Dick’s business.
“I was on a date.”
“A date!” Dick gasped delighted, “Oh my God. Who are they? How did you meet? No wait, you probably don’t want to tell me any of that.” He chuckled with a note of self deprecation, that almost made Jason want to answer those questions, but he didn’t get to, because Dick changed tack asking softly, “Did you have fun, Jay?”
“Yes, yeah… I had fun.”
“I’m happy for you Little Wing.” The smile was obvious in his voice.
Jason’s throat was tight. Stupid Dick.
“I’m gonna sleep now.”
“Of course, goodnight Jay.”
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Thank you all for the really lovely comments on last the last part, I'm happy so many of you enjoy this fic <3
I have a plan of course but I don't really know when I will get around to writing the next part here. I'm closer to finishing the next part of Almanac so that's what've been taking up most of my attention when I have the time. But the next part here will be fun to get to! It will be the culmination of whole situation.
You can subscribe to the masterpost here for updates. (I made a new subscription post for this fic, I will still update the old one, but fewer people even have the option to reply to the new one)
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I need more Tim Drake going back in time AU's
I have so many ideas but no writing talent, but ik ppl on here do so ideas I need done in fics
Tim dies from something sad and horrific all alone, his last words? He's sorry he failed them, of course! His regret is so strong that he's given a second chance!
Tim goes back to being 7. Why? I think it'd be funny
Tim decides he will not physically interact with the Batfam but become "Crow," an informant that solves cases, gathers physical evidence in recordings and photos, and info about Damien, Cass, Steph and any harmful events like Ethiopia.
Tim, cuz he's a little shit, fucks with the League while he attempts to convince Talia to give Damien to Bruce, this causes Ra's to take an interest.
This interest got his computers blown up, and now there is a small grudge where Tim gets stabbed by an assassin who's sent to bring him to Ra's, Tim loses his spleen at 14 whoops.
His parents just so happen to die a week later. He fakes his uncle once again.
He does seek out Shiva to help Cass earlier, and he teaches her a few things before she's taken away (she escapes just a few weeks later to Bruce).
A quick timeline: Steal Damian (Tim is 10 and Damien is around 4), Save Jason (Tim, 12, Jason, 15), Cass (Tim is 11 and Cass is 14)
He's a full-blown vigilante by 11, and no one knows. He's been doing his stalker behaviors since 7, and now he's actually fighting crime.
He goes by Crow, but people nickname his work as "Crow's Omen"
He's figured out at 17 after Bruce is lost in time and fighting the Council of Spiders
Bruce randomly sees him watching in a tree by Wayne manor after he returns and goes, "That's my savior? Ha, more like my child, " and kidnaps him
Thanks for listening to my rant on a feral shadow vigilante, Tim. That's so dumb and thinks the best way to save his family is to work in the shadows.
#batfamily#dc universe#batman and robin#jason todd#tim drake#batman#red robin dc#red robin#bruce wayne#cassandra cain#damian wayne#ra's al ghul#lady shiva
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Before any asks come in, I figured I'd do some for my current crowning hyperfixation, which is the boys. Did one for each of their initials but Dick got two because I couldn't choose <3
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! , gen soft yandere behavior, murder, kidnapping, dacryphilia, sadism/masochism
D = Darling (Beyond Morality, is Any Act Justified in Their Pursuit of Their Darling? Is Consent Merely an Obstacle to Be Overcome?):
Dick: Dick is the most moral of the yandere batfam, and considers doing the right thing very important. Of course, you’re still much, much more important but… He’ll definitely start small. He’s manipulative. Always begging and pleading for a little more of your time, whining when you don’t give it. And he does it openly, too, not even trying to hide it. Maybe that will absolve him of some of his sins, he thinks a little pathetically. Things like murder and other crimes are harder for him to get into, as he’s quite loyal to Bruce’s code. And he probably wouldn’t kidnap you, just move into your house instead, then your bedroom, then under the covers and with your arms around you. Very slowly, so he doesn’t scare you away. And as someone who has experienced s/a before, he wouldn’t do that to you. No matter how desperate, no matter how many nights he spends taking a suspiciously long time in the shower, he’d never do that to you. In the end, he just wants you to be happy so… so the other stuff doesn’t need to matter as much.
Damian: Damian has a very black and white form of thinking. It took Bruce a hell of a lot of work to change that, and with the advent of you in his life, he swings right back to that black and white. Morality is thrown right out the window when it comes to getting you, to getting you to love him. Murder? He’s done it before. Kidnapping? He’ll keep you safe with him. He’s a romantic, though (like they all are) and he wants you to love him back. He’s irritated that he can’t force that, that if he broke you, you wouldn’t be you. So in the end he won’t ever do anything too far, nothing that would truly get in the way of his goal. Still, with the kidnapping thing, you guys are just going to get stuck together for a while, because he’s certainly not letting you go. The two of you are just gonna have to suffer together till you inevitable fall in love with him. Don’t worry, he’s got a plan!
J = Jealousy (Does Jealousy Course Through Their Veins, Leading to Possessive Outbursts and a Relentless Need to Eliminate Perceived Threats?):
Jason: Jason is so unbelievably jealous it sometimes physically hurts. Like he’s being burned alive by it, which, well, he knows what that’s like so he can say it with confidence. He finds your presence calming, usually, but that first time he sees you laughing at a close friend’s joke, he realises you bring out every emotion in him. This time, fiery rage from the literal pits’ of hell. He won’t ever hurt you (and if he ever thinks of it, even for just a moment, the pure horror is enough of a cool bucket of icy water over his head to snap him out of it) but others? Oh, oh no. He left that silly ‘no killing’ code behind a long time ago, and he’s very glad for that as he beats one of your admirers into the concrete. And if you have other yanderes under your thrall? You’ll find yourself constantly breaking up fights, and maybe one day, cleaning up a body. Even then, Jason doesn’t like seeing you touch them, so he does it for you instead. What a sweet guy, eh?
R = Regret (Would Guilt Ever Be a Foreign Emotion, Overridden by the Conviction That Their Actions Are Justified? Is the Idea of Letting Their Darling Go Inconceivable?):
Richard/Dick: Constantly. Dick is constantly suffering under the weight of his choices, the way he’s treated you, the things he thinks about you. And even as he does it again, does worse, he’ll still have that bit of guilt in the back of his mind. He wants to stay with you, to fucking climb inside your rib cage and live next to the comforting sound of your beating heart, but he knows that’s all unhealthy. He sometimes can’t banish the guilt from his head, sometimes it’s overwhelming, and those are the moments he’ll back off a bit.
T = Tears (Does the Sight of Their Darling's Suffering Evoke a Twisted Pleasure, a Morbid Satisfaction Reinforcing Their Control?):
Tim (Going to play around with this one a bit, if you’ll forgive me): Tim is purely fascinated by you. He’s one of the yanderes who gets obsessed with you first, and falls for you second. Your tears, just simply by being a byproduct of you are fascinating to him too. And yeah, they turn him on. Everything about you turns him on, but the sight of your weepy face, has his cock weepy too. As a sadomasochist switch, he likes it when you’re suffering just a little bit. It’s just too cute to resist. But on the other side… he likes when you make him cry too. He likes when you hurt him, as long as you’re paying him attention, looking at him. He’ll cry all you like, if you think it makes him cute, too.
#Event:1kCelebration#yandere batfam#batfam x reader#yandere dc#yandere batfamily#yandere x reader#dick grayson x reader#nightwing x reader#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#tim drake x reader#red robin x reader#damian wayne x reader#robin x reader
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Jason Todd is full of regrets and disappointment.
He very often regrets what he has done in this life, for example, he told you who he really is, and generally told you the whole story. And despite the fact that it took a huge amount of time, effort, sleepless nights and boundless trust in you.
He's still sorry.
It seems to him that it would be better to keep everything a secret. After all, then you do not worry about him, you continue to sleep well at night, and do not wait for him at the windows of your apartment with a first-aid kit already prepared.
He feels and understands that although the relationship with you treats him, forces him to straighten his shoulders, and hold his head proudly, he still regrets at times that he ruined your life. And he is also consumed by a disgusting, vile, slimy fear, the fear that you may die because of him.
He's made too many enemies. Too much.
"I.. He ruined everything.. again," burying his face in his hands, Jason whispers brokenly.
"Oh Jason, it's okay," you whisper softly, hugging Jason around the neck, trying to calm him down.
"It's going to be okay," you whisper in his ear, trying to distract his mind from bad things.
Your attempt to distract him helps him, and he breaks away from his hands and falls back onto the bed, pulling you down with him.
You and him lie still for a while. And when you listen to his breathing, you realize that he has fallen asleep. Well, it's better to leave this conversation for tomorrow, when Jason won't be exposed to his fear and doubts again.
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Do you have any fic recs when Tim just finally looses his shit on the batfam, like he's already frustrated and someone does something that just slightly ticks him too far off and he just breaks, screaming, crying, breaking things kinda anger
Oof. I definitely do. Forewarning, some of these are not friendly to other batfam members. I don't agree with outright blaming other members (besides Bruce), but Tim is venting and angry and hurt. These fics deal with those emotions and tend to acknowledge that there's many sides and points to arguments. I don't agree with character bashing the batkids.
"Some Days" by faithms. As the summary dictates, Tim, after not receiving an apology for a year, walks up to his oldest brother and knees him in the dick. Very amazing fic.
"He's Done Caring" by AkwardBlueFish. Tim tells the Bats what his biggest regret is.
"The Fear of Falling Apart" by Sohotthateveryonedied. Tim returns to the Gotham just to deal with the rise of corpses (this is before he proves Bruce is alive, but after the desert). When he's trying to sneak out, Dick asks him to stay. Tim gets mad.
"Burning Rubber" by Huntressundone. Tim breaks the second most regarded rule of the Bats cause he's pissed.
"Lesson Learned" by Blacksheeperton. This is more about Tim reaching that point of anger where he gives up on his relationships with the Bats.
"Everyone Has An Angry Phase" by faitms. Tim talks with Barbara, Alfred, Kon, and Cassie about his issues with them to prevent himself from causing mass amounts of murder, destruction, and pain.
"So I said To Him I Said" by TicciJack. Tim dares Jason to call him Replacement again. Jason does. There's consequences.
"cough syrup" by DairyFarmer. Tim tells Bruce that either Damian leaves or Tim does. He's tired from constantly being asked to put up with the abuse.
The tags "Angry Tim Drake" and "Tim Drake is So Done" are great for finding fics like this
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I'm sure Jason misses the time Dick would smile at him and pet his head "you did great little wing", he tries so much to get Dick to do this again
(I just want Dick to tell Jason he's a good boy, he deserves it)
It's an accident. A faux pas, even. They're riding a high from a successful, impromptu joint venture though so Dick just - he doesn't think.
Lingering adrenaline makes him thoughtless, stupid. So he just...
'Thanks for the assist out there, little wing.'
All while brazenly ruffling Jason's hair and smiling at him like a fool. Foreheads bumping, Dick's hands coming to hold Jason's face, squishing his cheeks some, thumbs brushing his temples; scratching through his hair - all bright-eyed and breathless, filled with hope and wonder and a forgotten thrill.
Problem is? This isn't their relationship. It never was (though maybe it could have been). It's just what Dick had wanted after - after.
So it's a little embarrassing. Because this isn't an old habit from their bygone youth, just a lingering regret and a willful want that Dick doesn't deserve to have. Maybe they shared a few tender moments like this before (triumphant, invincible), but it didn't happen nearly enough to justify this familiarity.
That's what Dick reasons, at least. Especially after Jason goes impossibly still at receiving Dick's praise and affections.
It's okay though. For all Jason's perceived distaste towards him, Dick plays it cool. No use making things more awkward for the both of them.
So Dick pulls away, laughing it off before dipping like a coward to lick his wounds. And he's not usually so antsy, but it's always been different with Jason. Too many wishes and wants; could-have-beens that haunt him, should-have-dones something that lingers in his mind and weighs heavy on his heart.
Ie. Dick is despondent.
M e a n w h i l e: Jason. Who is very much left behind with the most flustered and bemused expression because what.
What's more? Jason getting shy about the exchange. //u///
He brings his own hand to his head to try and hang on to the feeling of Dick ruffling his hair (gripping and playfully tugging it, too because ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º )), the sweetest little blush staining his cheeks.
He's reminded of when he was a brat - the few times he managed to make Dick proud and Dick would get like that.
And just. Jason isn't some punkass that needs anyone's validation anymore. He doesn't care to please anyone. As a big strong independent baddie bitch, he doesn't chase after praise--
Only he does. Because he's a big strong independent baddie bitch and he likes that bullshit.
Like fuck Jason won't get it again.
Which leads to Jason's good boy era as Red Hood because he wants more affection and praise from Dick - because he wants to be the cause of such a devastatingly wonderful smile.
Just - Jason being so aggressive about this new goal of his. Being purposefully over the top good and agreeable and then standing off to the side, head lowered just a fraction in anticipation of more hair ruffles and head pats and closeness.
Only Dick is still reserved and restraining himself. He doesn't want to overstep with Jason again. Especially since Jason has been willing to work with him again lately.
So Dick gives Jason an arm pat instead, hahaha.
And Jason stares after him as Dick walks away - eyes wide and jaw dropped because w h a t. All that effort for a fucking arm pat?
The betrayal. The devastation. Oh, Jason would rage.
Which leads to the Return of the Red Hood, part x.
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We'll burn the sky | part five
Warnings: 18+, smut at the beginning, angst, mentions of drugs, substance abuse and readers dad's death, cheating (not on reader)
Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader | Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham
Summary: Things are going great on tour— maybe a little too great.
Author's note: Get ready for some agonizing pain, my friends
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Eddie woke up to an empty bed and cold sheets.
Furrowing his brows, he stares at the empty spot for a moment. Anxious thoughts fill his mind and he wonders if you regret what happened and escaped before you had to face him again. The smell of your shampoo and your strawberry scented body wash lingers on his pillow, it’s comforting.
The images of the previous night come rushing back to him. His hands tingle as he remembers the way he touched your bare skin, the way he made you moan with just the touch of his hands, the way you begged and asked for more before he flipped you over and gave you what you wanted.
The tension was growing between you from the first moment you met. And so were his feelings.
He didn’t touch you out of temptation, he touched you out of love. All these feelings that he has been pushing back all these months finally boiled over and there was nothing he could do but to give in.
He knows it’s wrong to feel this way when he still belongs to someone else and he hates himself for it, he turned into something he used to despise; a cheater. He did something that was done to him before, he knows how much it hurts to be betrayed like that and yet it didn’t stop him from doing all these things.
Chrissy was his first girlfriend, his first love.
She was the one he always wanted, the one he used to daydream about, the one he used to pine after but she never saw him. He was nothing but thin air to her for the longest time and when she did notice him, he felt as though he was on top of the world but Chrissy wasn’t what he thought she was and deep down he knew that but he only saw the obvious things.
Eddie was a freak and Chrissy was the queen.
Eddie was bullied and she was dating his bully.
Eddie was poor and selling drugs to help his uncle with the bills while she didn’t even have to lift a finger. Not only did she grow up rich but she was also surrounded by wealthy people, including her ex boyfriend; Jason.
Eddie treated people with kindness, even the ones that didn’t deserve it and she.. Well, to Eddie she always seemed like a kind and sweet girl but the poor boy was always blinded by his love for her. He didn’t see the way she looked down on his friends, he didn’t notice how rude she was being to his uncle, he didn’t realize why she never brought him to her place.
He was blind to so many things when it came to Chrissy. He was blind to the way she stared at Steve for a little too long, laughing at his jokes a little too loud.
Eddie was just happy to be with the girl of his dreams– or what he once thought was the girl of his dreams but his feelings already started to change when he picked her up after her best friend’s house party, one night. She was crying, holding her jacket close to her chest as she stared down at the ground with tears streaming down her face. Eddie had never been more worried in his life than he was at that moment, he thought that something happened to her, that someone hurt her but when he jumped out of his van and ran towards her with a concerned expression on his face. He grabbed her face and wiped her tears as he asked what happened.
All she did was look at him with a guilty look in her glassy eyes, ‘I’m sorry, Eddie.’ is all she had to say for him to understand what had happened before she called him.
Eddie swore that his heart broke that night.
The girl he loved with all he had, betrayed him in the most painful way.
For the longest time, he stood frozen in place and stared at her with a shocked and heartbroken look on his face. He didn’t hear her voice, he didn’t feel her touch, all he felt was the pain that took hold of his heart. And when he looked over her shoulder and found Jason staring back at him, his heart hurt even more. Not only did she cheat on him but she also did it with the guy that made his life a living hell.
His eyes were filled with tears but he didn’t say anything, he only took a step back and looked away from her. She took a step forward and reached for his hand, ‘it didn’t mean anything… Eddie, please.. I’m sorry.’ He should have pushed her hand away, he should have left her there with Jason. ‘Please, forgive me.’
The fool he was, he forgave her. He even took her home that night and took care of her, he wiped her makeup off and held her in his arms as she dozed off like nothing happened.
He blamed it on the alcohol, he blamed it on the weed, he blamed it on Jason.
But Chrissy wasn’t drunk and she wasn’t high either, she knew exactly what she was doing. She knew that she was hurting him.
While she was having sex with her ex boyfriend, he was at home writing a song for her, something that he did out of love, excitement and happiness– the happiness that she had ruined in him.
Sleepless nights followed that awful night and Eddie realized how much love truly hurts.
He should have left her, he shouldn’t have given her that second chance, he deserved better but he was a fool.
His feelings changed more and more when he moved to California.
He learned more things about himself, he got to know himself in a different way, he has grown in character after leaving Hawkins.
Chrissy stayed the same. Still caring about the meaningless things in life. The perfect clothes, the perfect status, the perfect friend group, the perfect future, gossip.
Deep down he knows, they aren’t right for each other. There was not even a single moment where he had a genuine and deep conversation with her, all they ever did was movie nights, getting high and having sex that wasn’t even exciting to him. She talked about her future, about her dreams and her wishes, not even caring about what he wanted. Not even caring about the pain she put him through that night.
A moment of realization of what his future would be like made him panic. He didn’t want to live her life. He wanted to live his life, he wanted to fulfill his dreams. Perhaps that is why he abruptly made the decision to leave Hawkins.
He should’ve left more than just the town he grew up in, he also should’ve left her but he couldn’t, not when she was looking at him with those big and sad eyes of hers as she watched him pack his bags. He should have broken up with her but back then he believed that he still loved her and that she loved him.
He was never one to break someone’s heart but look at him now. He is not just playing with her heart, he is also playing with your heart and he is setting himself up for a big disaster.
But can he stop? No.
Could he have stopped the loss of his feelings for her? No.
Could he have stopped himself from falling for you? No. How could he?
How could he be in your presence and not fall in love with you?
“Fuck…” Eddie mumbles under his breath as he slaps his hand over his face. He hates himself for doing all of this. He needs to stop, he needs to come clean about everything, he needs to tell you the truth and he needs to tell her the truth. He needs to break up with her but he doesn’t know how. Doing it over the phone would be a shitty move but waiting till he gets to Indiana is even worse.
You will find out about her when you get there and that thought leaves him feeling scared and anxious.
The moment he steps into the kitchen area and finds you standing with your back to him as you fix yourself a cup of coffee, he forgets about everything he wanted to say and do, though.
His mind is blank and his heart flutters as he watches you. He can’t even stop himself from walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you back into his chest and kisses your neck, “good morning.”
You flinch a little, surprised at his affection.
You didn’t know what to expect but for some reason you didn’t expect this. You felt a little guilty and ashamed for what you did the previous night.
If there was one thing that you promised yourself before you joined the band, it was not to sleep with any of your band mates but here you are, 20 days into the tour and Eddie already made you cum around his fingers twice.
A smile appears on your face as you turn around in his arms, “good morning, Eddie.”
His eyes light up and he has to restrain a groan as he sees the way you look at him.
“Did you sleep well?” you ask as you move closer to him, pressing your chest against his. He might have had the upper hand last night but today, you will have it.
Eddie’s eyes widen and a surprised look crosses his face as he feels your hand sliding down his stomach.
“Y-Yeah,” he whispers, looking around the empty area, he figures that the others are still sleeping, thank god.
“Yeah?” you smirk as your fingers reach the band of his boxers. You can feel him, his dick is already hard. You didn’t get to touch him the way he touched you last night and you were dying to return the favor.
He nods, eyelashes fluttering as a sigh escapes his lips when you start to palm him over the thin material of his boxers. He places his hands on the counter behind you, caging you against it as he leans into your touch.
“F-Fuck, y/n,” he sighs, “what are you doing?”
For a moment, you admire him and how pretty he looks. His messy hair falls down his shoulders, his eyes almost black, lips plumper than usual in the mornings. The little moans and whimpers that fall from his lips so beautifully make your stomach flutter.
You stand on your tippy toes, mimicking his actions from the night before. Your lips finally touch the sensitive skin on his neck for the very first time.
Eddie’s eyes flutter closed, his heart begins to pound heavily in his chest, his breathing stutters and he moans your name like it’s the only thing he is meant to do. Your touch, your lips, your smell, your voice, you, you drive him crazy.
“Returning the favor,” you whisper against his neck, “is that okay?”
“Mhmm,” he mewls as he holds onto the counter tighter. He forgets about everything, “more than okay, baby.”
You chuckle at the pathetic moan that left his lips after those words.
Your hand slips into his boxers and you grab his hard and aching dick.
“F-Fuck… oh fuck.. baby.”
Eddie doesn’t even remember anymore what it feels like to feel someone else’s touch but his own. The fact that it’s you who’s touching him like this, makes it all even better.
You brush his hair back with your free hand and Eddie tilts his head to give you more access to his neck. Another moan echoes through the empty area as you begin to jerk him off.
“Shhh, you gotta be quiet,” you mumble, “or do you wanna get caught, pretty boy?”
He repeats your name over and over again as you jerk him off faster and kiss his neck harder, as you bite and suck on his skin, marking him as yours.
“F-Fuck,” he sighs as he bucks into your hand, “your hand feels so good…”
“My pussy would feel even better, Eddie.”
He whimpers at your words, dick twitching in your hand.
Smirking, you grab his cheeks and force him to look at you, “you want that, huh?” you ask him. His eyes shot open, surprise flickering in his pleading eyes, “you want to fuck me, don’t you?.... I know you do. I know you jerk off in that little bathroom after every show, I hear you moan my name. I know you watch me change, you fucking perv.”
His eyes widen, cheeks growing red.
But the smirk on your face tells him that you enjoy it just as much as he does, “it’s okay, baby,” you whisper as you lean closer to him, lips brushing against his, he whines pathetically as you move away again after he tries to connect your lips, “uh-uh… no kisses for you.”
He wants to question it, his brows furrow and his lips part but before he can even form a sentence, he feels himself getting closer and closer and he can’t do anything but shut his eyes and hide his face in the crook of your neck as his lips find their way to your shoulder.
“Please…. please..” he mumbles.
“You wanna cum, Eddie?” you ask as you hold him tighter, “you wanna cum all over my hand like a desperate little slut?”
He nods, whining and whimpering at your words.
“Cum for me then,” you order as you nibble on his neck, “be a good boy and cum for me.”
That’s all it takes for him to cum, painting your hand white with his seed. He moans and whimpers against you, body slumping against yours as he breathes heavily.
“Oh my god,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.
You giggle, rubbing his back with your hand as you let go of his softening dick. You slip your hand out of his boxers and he groans at the sight of the mess he made, “shit..” he says, blushing.
He turns on the water, grabbing your hand, he pulls you off of you and holds your hand under the running water to clean it.
You can’t even help but laugh at the sight of him. He gives you a side eye, knowing that you’re laughing at him. His cheeks are red, his hair messier than before, his boxers are sticky, he is a mess and if anyone is about to join the two of you in this area, then they’ll easily figure out what just happened.
“Shut up,” he mumbles with a small smile on his face.
You bite down on your lip and look down as he begins to dry your hand off.
“Didn’t expect your morning to go like this, huh?” you whisper, giving him a teasing smile.
No. Not at all. If anything, he would have loved to have a repeat of the previous night but this? This was too good.
He shakes his head and he leans closer, annoyed at your dominance– no matter how hot it is, he wants to be the one in charge.
Eddie throws the towel on the counter and places his hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. Leaning down, he moves your hair back, “next time, I’m gonna make you scream.”
His husky morning voice sends shivers down your spine.
“Yeah? How so?”
“I’m gonna eat your pussy, fuck you with my tongue and fingers until you squirt all over my face.”
You gasp, squeezing your thighs together in an instinct.
He kisses the spot he covered with hickeys, “you’d like that don’t you?”
Your eyes flutter closed as he pulls you flush against his body, you nod, mewling at his words.
“You know what else I’d do?” he mumbles against your skin.
“Hmm?”
He gives your neck a soft peck, “I’d split you open with my cock, I’d fuck you so hard that you’d remember nothing but my name.”
“Eddie–” you rudely get interrupted by the sound of a door opening. You jump away from him and lean back against the counter as you reach for your mug.
Eddie chuckles as he sees your flustered expression.
“Good morning–” Gareth halts in his tracks and his words get caught in his throat when he lays his eyes on the two of you. There is nothing obvious about the two of you, well aside from the flustered expressions on your faces and your awkward cough but Gareth seems to figure it out pretty quickly. He keeps it to himself though and smirks to himself as he runs his hand through his messy hair that looks like a bird's nest, “why do you look so flustered, y/n?” he asks as he walks closer.
Eddie chuckles to himself as he takes a step back, subtly trying to hold his hand in front of his boxers.
“I’m not flustered,” you mumble before you take a sip of your coffee.
Gareth snorts, “right.”
He tries to reach for the coffee pot but you slap his hand away.
“Hey!”
“You stole my room again, asshole!”
“Oops.”
Tour day 30
I never thought that I would love being on tour so much but it’s amazing… Well, it’s amazing when Gareth isn’t stealing my room to hook up with his groupies in my bed.
We arrived in New Orleans today! I’m so excited to be here. We’re going out for drinks tonight and tomorrow we’re having a concert before we leave for Miami! Eddie if your future self is reading this, I hope you know that I’m very excited to see you shirtless at the beach ;)
You close the diary and throw it on the bed before you walk towards the big mirror to check your outfit one more time. The leather pants hug your hips perfectly, that red cropped top that you bought yesterday goes well with the rest of your outfit. You run your fingers through your waves and adjust the necklace around your neck.
Turning away, you’re just about to reach for your boots when a knock on your door interrupts you.
“It’s me,” Eddie announces on the other side.
A smile tugs on your lips as you walk towards the door, opening it, you lean against the wall, “hey there.”
Eddie’s eyes widen as he takes the sight of you in. He sees you in your sexy little outfits all the damn time and yet he still feels like the wind gets knocked out of him whenever he sees you.
You giggle to yourself as you turn around after inviting him into your hotel room.
Eddie blinks as he follows you inside. His eyes widen even more when they fall to your ass, the leather pants are made for you.
“Fuck,” he sighs quietly as he clenches his jaw.
“You ready to go?” you ask as you bend down in front of him to put on your shoes.
A groan falls from his lips as he stares at your curves. Tearing his eyes away from you, he clears his throat and nods, “y-yeah,” his voice shaky as he speaks.
He wants to touch you again, he wants to feel your bare skin beneath his body, he wants to kiss your neck, mark you up all over again but after that night and the next morning, you gave him no sign of wanting a repeat. You continued to tease him, giving him those eyes, touching him subtly, whispering suggestive things into his ear but whenever he made a move you pulled away.
You are teasing him, playing games with him and he can’t say that he hates it.
“You look good.”
“Thank you, so do you,” you smile as you face him again.
He smiles at your compliment, “yeah?”
You nod and walk towards him, eyes meeting his, you reach your hands up to his hair, running your fingers through his curls to smooth them out more. Eddie smiles at your action, unable to keep his hands to himself, he lays his hands on your hips and pulls you closer.
You continue to fix his hair, furrowing your brows as you do so.
A loving smile appears on his face, his eyes flicker with happiness. His heart feels warm and safe when he is around you.
“You know, I’d rather stay in tonight,” you mumble as you pull your hands back.
“Really?” he asks, “why? You were excited to go out earlier.”
You shrug, placing your hands on his forearms, you look back into his eyes, “I always get way too excited and I find joy in getting ready but the moment I’m supposed to leave the house, I regret making plans.”
Eddie chuckles, dimples appearing in his cheeks, “I know that feeling all too well.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm,” he nods as he rubs circles into the bare skin on your stomach, “I’m a homebody too, Sweetheart. But we’ll go out, you were so excited to be here, we’re here now, so let’s go out, just for a little bit, okay?”
You pout.
He looks at your lips, your very kissable lips.
“And then we can have a sleepover and watch movies, how’s that sound?”
“Sounds very good,” you smile, “oh and Gareth can’t steal my room tonight,” you snort.
The menace that he is, Gareth continues to bring Groupies on the tour bus without you noticing until it’s too late. At this point, the only private room there that was meant for you doesn’t belong to you any longer.
“Let’s go.”
The night was eventful as always. Between concerts and sleepovers with Eddie whenever you made it to one of the hotels, nights out with the band are your favorites. You’ve been with the boys for months now and you have already formed bonds with them but even more so on this tour.
Gareth is more like the annoying younger brother to you, always pranking you in some way and annoying the ever living shit out of you but also being kind and sweet when he wants to be.
Jeff seems to be the wise and protective friend, distant at times, especially when he sees Eddie acting affectionate with you but an amazing friend nonetheless.
Johnny is the fun and careless one, just vibing along and not caring about a single thing.
Eddie, he is the special one. There are no words to describe your relationship with him but special or magical might come close to it.
A frown settles on Eddie’s face when he sees a guy coming up next to you at the bar. A hungry gaze in his eyes as he eyes you up and down before he taps your shoulder. You turn away from the bartender and look at the man next to you. He hopes that you’ll turn away, get your drinks and come back to him but instead, you smile at the stranger and accept his hand as he seems to introduce himself to you.
Eddie swallows harshly, a weird feeling settles in his chest.
Jealousy. That is what he feels when he watches you talk to the guy. That’s what he felt when he saw you kiss that fan in Dallas. Hot rage, jealousy and possessiveness.
“You can’t keep doing this, man.”
“Do what?” Eddie asks over the loud music, still not looking away from you.
Jeff sighs, “whatever you do with her.”
Eddie clenches his jaw, eyes burning and heart aching in his chest the longer he stares at you.
“It’s not fair to her, it’s not fair to either of them but especially y/n.”
Jeff was against this from the start, not only because of the relationship Eddie is still in but because of the mess it’ll get all of them into when you and Eddie fall apart.
Eddie blinks, chewing on his lip, he reaches for the beer bottle as he turns to look at his friend, “I know, Jeff.”
“Then why do you keep doing this?” Jeff asks with a confused expression on his face, “why do you keep leading her on?”
“I’m not leading her on,” Eddie objects, shaking his head.
“Oh yeah? Did you break up with Chrissy then? Did you tell y/n the truth? Does she know about–”
“No,” Eddie hisses, interrupting his friend, “she doesn’t know anything and I-” he hesitates, rubbing his chin, he looks down. Drowning out the loud voices and the music in the background, “I didn’t break up with her yet.”
“Jesus,” Jeff sighs, shaking his head, “what the fuck, dude?”
He can’t believe that Eddie is doing this. It’s not like him to do something like this. He knows how much he suffered when he found out about Chrissy’s infidelity. For the longest time Eddie thought that Chrissy was just using him to spite her parents and Jason or that she was using him for the drugs, he cried about it to Jeff and now here he is, doing the same things that hurt him. He cheats, he lies and despite his protests, Jeff believes that he is using you.
“You are using her.”
“No, fuck, no!” Eddie shakes his head, looking at his friend in anger, “I am not using her.”
Jeff can only laugh at his words, “right,” he mumbles, “then why are you still with Chrissy?”
Eddie avoids eye contact, he looks down at his hands again, ignoring the way his heart aches in his chest when he thinks about the way you will react when you finally find out the truth.
No words leave his mouth.
Realization crosses Jeff’s face and he scoffs angrily, “you’re doing it to spite her? To get back at her?”
Eddie furrows his brows, head snapping up and eyes meeting his, “what–” interrupted by your angry voice as you slam the new beer bottles on the table in front of Eddie.
“Disgusting.”
He looks up at you, concern and worry appearing in his eyes. The look on your face is angry, disgusted and downright pissed as you look back at the guy, you just left at the bar, flipping him the bird before you sit down next to Eddie again.
Jeff raises his brows at your action, watching the way you drink your beer in an almost aggressive way.
“Uh, you okay?” he asks.
Eddie stares at you and then back at the guy, glaring at him already.
“That guy,” you pause, pointing at the blonde asshole with your manicured fingers, “that asshole, flirted with me, was all nice and sweet and tried to get in my fucking pants.”
You don’t notice the angry look on Eddie’s face as you speak.
“Not the first time that happened but okay, keep going,” Jeff laughs with an entertained look on his face.
“And then he mentions his girlfriend,” you exclaim, “his fucking girlfriend, Jeff! What a piece of shit does that?”
Eddie pales at your words, he turns away from you, eyes widening and heart pounding in his chest.
“God, I hate men like that.”
Jeff glances at Eddie.
“I hope he gets his heart broken or something, stupid bastard.”
Eddie swallows harshly, blinking, he feels his throat tightening, his chest aching and his eyes burning.
He is screwed, so so screwed.
Tour day 31
Y/n, if you’re reading this. I’m sorry for everything that happened and that is going to happen. -Jeff.
Forgot what day it is, oops.
I hate hotel rooms, the beds are comfy and the rooms are nice but I hate them. I can’t sleep and it’s driving me crazy.
I prefer the bunk in the tour bus. My pillows and blankets still smell like strawberries, I think it puts me to sleep or something. -Eddie
Tour day whatever..
I never loved life the way I do right now, everything is just so perfect! Oh and by the way, you guys made my life better. I love you all :) -y/n
November, 30th, 1988
So Gareth accidentally fucked someone’s girlfriend and got into a fight with her man. Fucking idiot. Y/n and Eddie got drunk and got matching tattoos, idiots part 2. -Johnny.
The light from the tv illuminates the darkened room, the faint voices from the movie echo through the room. The smell of weed, alcohol and clean sheets linger in your nose. Eddie’s finger trace the skin under your shirt, leaving goosebumps everywhere on your body.
Feeling Eddie’s eyes on you, you turn away from the tv, you glance at him and a smile appears on your face. His doe eyes lighten up when you move closer to him, “hi,” you whisper.
“Hi,” he smiles as he places his hand on your lower back and pulls you closer.
Unlike the night in his bunk, there is nothing sexual about tonight, no heavy tension is lingering in the air, just comfort and safety.
You reach for his hand, sliding your fingers through his, you intertwine them with his. Eddie gives your hand a gentle squeeze.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he continues to look into your eyes.
Blushing, you smile and close your eyes as you try to hide your face behind your hair.
“Hey, don’t hide that pretty face from me,” he chuckles as the hand on your waist leaves to brush your hair out of your face. His palm lingers on your cheek and his face grows serious for a moment as his eyes flicker down to your lips, the lips he has yet to kiss.
You stare at his lips the way he stares at yours.
You want him and he wants you, it’s simple and yet it isn’t.
“Eddie?”
“Yes?”
“You make my life so much better,” you whisper, unaware of the pain he will put you through. He is gonna ruin your life and you don’t even know it yet.
“You make my life so much better too,” Eddie whispers with the urge to break down and cry.
You smile at his words, you’re too high and too drunk to notice the pain behind his voice.
“When I came to California, I never thought that I would get here and I never thought that I’d meet someone like you.”
Someone so special.
“I never thought that my life could be this good.”
“I feel the same way,” you whisper.
Eddie closes his eyes as he feels your hand touching his cheek, enjoying the feeling of your touch.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
Eddie feels like home to you and that is something you struggled to accept for the longest time. It’s not easy for you to be vulnerable around someone else or to let feelings in.
Love is a complex and painful thing. You’ve seen what it did to your dad, it put him through agonizing pain, through suffering and through the darkest times and eventually he couldn’t take it any longer and put an end to it.
That is what genuine love does to you and you never wanted that for yourself, you never wanted to fall in love but now it’s a little too late for that.
You look into his dark eyes, your heart skips a beat and all you can think is that this is gonna hurt.
December 5th, 1988
We’re in New York, baby! And we have two shows here, I’m so excited. -y/n
You have never seen a bigger crowd than there was tonight. People were screaming, cheering and calling your name. Your heart was pumping wildly in your chest and the smile on your face just wouldn’t fade away.
Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of you, his heart swelled and he felt proud of the band, of himself but especially of you.
This was his dream.
To perform in front of large crowds, to sing and play for the people and celebrate with them. To be here, perform in New York City.
He made it, all he ever wanted is right here in front of him and he can’t even begin to describe the happiness that is flooding through him.
But as he watched you sing, as he touched your body when you came closer to him, as he looked into your eyes and sang the song that you have written together, he realized that his dream just got so much bigger. He doesn’t just want this anymore. He wants you in his dream, forever and not just by his side as his band mate or his friend, he wants so much more than that.
The love you have described to him all these months ago, the night at the beach is exactly what he feels now, what he feels for you.
He wants it, he wants it all with you.
So as you stand beneath the night sky, leaning against the railing on the rooftop as you stare at the bright city lights. Eddie thinks of all your moments on stage, of the nights you spend together, of all the hours you have spend working on the album you are performing in front of thousands of people now, of the smiles you give him, of the way it feels to touch you, of the way you make him feel so safe and at home.
He realizes just how deep his feelings really are. There is love and then there is something deeper than that and that is what he feels for you.
Your eyes twinkle, a content look is resting on your pretty face, you took all the makeup off after the concert. You’re wearing one of his hoodies and he can already feel the excitement forming when he gets to wear it after you and smell your scent on it.
The wind blows through his hair and his bangs fall in front of his eyes.
You turn to look at him and chuckle, the sound leaving butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
You take a step towards him and brush the curls out of his face, fixing his bangs too. Eddie stares at you and suddenly he feels his heart racing, his breath hitches in his throat. He blinks, eyes flickering down to your lips again. He wants this, he wants you so bad.
The shift of energy isn’t very hard to miss.
The air around you two feels different tonight and leaves you feeling vulnerable.
Eddie can’t hold himself back any longer.
He cups your cheeks, lips twitching when he sees the surprised look in your eyes, you know what he is about to do, it’s what you’ve been waiting for all this time, it’s what you have both been waiting for.
“Eddie,” you whisper as you bring your hands up to his wrists.
Before he can change his mind, he grabs you harder and leans down and for the first time, his lips touch yours and Eddie kisses you the way you have never been kissed before.
The little gasp that tore from your throat only makes his heart race even more. He kisses you gently, softly and slowly at first.
You melt so easily into his touch as you start to kiss him back. Your smooth lips move against his so perfectly.
Eddie’s knees almost give out as he feels all kinds of emotions rushing through him.
No one has ever made him feel that way before. No one has ever made him feel these things just from kissing alone.
He savors the moment, he savors your touch, your kiss, your scent, your taste, you.
And as you pull away from each other, you stare at one another with big eyes. His thumb lingers on your bottom lip, his brows are furrowed in confusion.
How can a kiss make him feel such things?
How can it feel like the first time that he has been touched? How can he feel so whole from an innocent and gentle kiss?
You become more and more perfect to him.
Eddie can’t even help it, he pulls you in for another kiss but this time, he slams his lips against yours and kisses you roughly and passionately.
You whimper at the feeling, once again he caught you off guard but you quickly start to kiss him back. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer and closer until your chest is pressed against his.
He deepens the kiss and moans when he feels your hand disappearing in his hair, tugging and pulling at his messy curls.
His hands slide down to your waist and the small of your back.
Your tongues meet and you both moan at the feeling as the kiss grows rougher and rougher.
Your breathing becomes heavy and you both get breathless but neither of you care, you just want this moment to last forever. The kiss grows more desperate and rough the longer it lasts.
Eddie whimpers and you smile into the kiss at the sound.
Kissing you feels like heaven.
Kissing you feels like a drug that he can’t live without, like he will die if he stops doing it.
God, he loves you.
That night and the kiss was only the beginning. Once he got a taste of it, he was unable to stop. He used every chance he got. He kissed you before each show, after each show when you were both running on adrenaline, using the changing room backstage to make out with each other.
You slept in his bed, in his arms, after making out for the longest time.
On your off days, Eddie takes you out to eat or to get drinks and each night it ends with the two of you tangled in the sheets, kissing each other like your life depends on it.
You are happy and so is he.
Both you and Eddie are too blinded by the excitement and the happiness to feel the storm brewing.
December 12th, 1988
We just left Pittsburg and we’re in Cincinnati now. I don’t know what to say but, life is fucking good. I can’t wait to go back to Hawkins and show all those assholes that we fucking made it. -Gareth.
A gnawing feeling settles in your stomach and you don’t know why, maybe it’s because of all the Christmas decorations and the fact that each day that passes brings you closer to Christmas or maybe it’s because something bad will happen.
Either way, you feel awful and you can’t even explain why.
“Hey,” Jeff nudges your shoulder, “are you okay?”
You look up at him and give him a small smile, “yeah, I’m good.”
“You sure?” he asks, knowing that he won’t get a genuine answer anyways. You hide your feelings, all the time.
“Yes, I promise. I’m just tired.”
He nods, he looks over your shoulder, glancing at Eddie who talks to Rob, the tour manager.
“Well it’s a good thing that we’re here now,” Gareth grins as he comes up next to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder, he holds your hotel keys out for you, “I can keep Eddie’s keys since he’s gonna stay with you anyways,” he says, wiggling his brows.
You roll your eyes at your friend, not noticing the disapproving look Jeff gave to Gareth.
“Shut up,” you mumble, snatching the keys out of his hand, “I’ll give those to Eddie.”
“Why?”
“Because those are his keys?” you mumble, raising your brows.
Gareth smirks at you, “yeah but you share your room all the time. I hear those giggles and your screams ‘Eddie stop!’” he mocks you with a high pitched voice.
You shake your head, slapping his shoulder, “I don’t sound like that!”
He snorts, “uh, yes you do!”
Jeff shakes his head and walks away with a sigh, taking his suitcase on the way to the elevator.
“Wait up for me, Jeff!” Gareth yells out to his friend with a frown on his face. He grabs his bag, “see you at soundcheck, rockstar,” he says to you as he follows Jeff, “hold the doors open asshole!”
You shake your head as you watch him almost trip over a small dog, mumbling an apology to the owner of the dog. The woman gives him a disapproving look, especially when she sees his attire. Leather jackets and plaid shirts must be a rarity at these fancy hotels.
You turn around to find Eddie and Rob walking towards you.
“Sam wants you to give him a call, kid.”
You nod, “I will.”
“He was worried,” he says as he takes his sunglasses off, the ones he doesn’t even need considering there is not a single trace of sunlight outside.
You frown at his words, “why?”
Rob gives you a pointed look, flipping through the magazine that he’s holding in his hand.
You give Eddie a questioning look but he only shrugs, looking as clueless as you do.
“Here,” Rob mumbles as he holds it out for you.
Raising your brows, you sigh and take the magazine. A collection of pictures of you and Eddie at different bars and after parties with drinks and cigarettes in your hands are all over the page.
You laugh as you read the headline, “is the fame and the rockstar life too much for the young, rising star?” you mockingly say, “will she carry on the legacy of her father by following the same footsteps and get lost in drugs and alcohol?”
You hold the magazine up, “really?” you scoff.
Eddie raises his brows, eyes filled with uneasiness as you continue to read the article that mentions your father’s death.
You hide your feelings well, another person wouldn’t even see the pain or the anger and the sadness in your eyes but Eddie can see it.
He can see right through you.
“Really, Rob?”
Rob shrugs, his dark eyes looking back at you with concern.
“This is bullshit, man. You know they always come up with some dramatic stories. Do you even see any drugs here?” you ask, pointing to the pictures that were taken of you.
He shakes his head but the worry stays in his eyes, something that concerns Eddie. Rob looks as though he knows something.
You roll your eyes, “whatever. I’m gonna get some rest.”
He nods, “alright, and don’t forget to eat, you got a long night ahead of you.”
“Okay.”
Eddie takes your bags before you can even reach for them, “I got it, Sweetheart.”
You smile at him, “thanks.”
“Soundcheck is at 4pm!”
Eddie gives him a nod before following you to the elevator.
He feels uneasy and worried about the article and he doesn’t even know why. He knows that you don’t take drugs, except for the occasional joint you both share. You’re not exactly a drinker either, only having one or two beers whenever you’re out. You’re responsible and careful, despite what is written about you.
There is nothing to worry about, right? Yet, the weird feeling stays as the day drags on.
You spend the day together, just as Gareth said, Eddie didn’t really need his hotel room. He stayed with you, showered in your bathroom, took a nap with you in your bed and you both got ready together as well, the way you usually do before a concert.
Eddie painted your fingernails red and you painted his black, giggling as he kept kissing your neck.
“Stop,” you giggle as you hold the little bottle in your hand, trying to prevent the nail polish from spilling all over the couch in your backstage area, “I’m gonna get this everywhere.”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs against your skin as he continues to pepper your neck with kisses, “you smell so good, baby.”
Your eyes flutter and a breathy sigh escapes your lips as he finds your sweet spot.
“And you look so good,” he whispers, placing his hand on your bare thigh, his fingers brushing the hem of your short leather skirt, “I could just eat you up.”
“Eddie,” you whisper, biting down on your lip.
The way you say his name will never not make him melt.
You put the bottle away, pushing him back, he gives you a confused look.
You smirk at him, laying your palms on his shoulders, you straddle him.
His eyes widen and a smirk tugs at his lips as he stares at you. Your top pushes your boobs together nicely, he licks his lips, groaning as you grind down on him before you slam your lips against his.
“Mhmm,” he mewls, grabbing your waist tightly as he kisses you back.
You moan into his mouth as his hands move down to grab your ass.
A knock echoes through the room but you ignore it, you keep kissing each other.
“Guys, we gotta get out there in 10 minutes!”
You giggle as he groans in annoyance.
“10 minutes, he said?”
You nod.
Eddie smiles at you, “that means we still got 5 minutes.”
You yelp as he gets up with you in his arms, tightening your arms around his neck as he carries you over to the door. He places you on your feet and pushes you against the door, sliding his thigh in between your legs. He stares at the hungry look in your eyes.
“Fuck,” you mumble, biting your lip, you slide your hands down to his chest, grabbing his necklace, you look at him with big eyes, “you’re so hot, Eddie.”
He cups your cheek, placing his thumb on your bottom lip, his dark eyes bore into yours with an intensity that leaves you squirming beneath him, “so are you, you are the fucking hottest.”
He moves closer, leaning his forehead against yours, “I’m crazy about you.”
Your breath hitches in your throat.
“You do things to me, Sweetheart,” he murmurs as he pecks your lips again.
You can’t tear your eyes away from his.
“There’s no other like you.”
The look is one of love and adoration but you don’t see it.
“I fucking adore you,” he mumbles against your lips before he kisses you again until you’re nothing but a moaning and squirming mess, he leaves you breathless the way he always does, he leaves your skin feeling on fire, your heart racing and your stomach fluttering.
A small smile lingers on your face as you walk out of the room with his hand in yours.
He smiles down at you, stopping you with a gentle tug on your hand. Just as he is about to reach out to brush a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, he gets caught off by a loud voice, calling out his name. His smile falls, his body tenses up and the look in his eyes is one of terror and shock, before he can even react, his hand is ripped out of yours and he stumbles back as a pair of arms are flung around his neck and lips that don’t belong to you meet his.
Confusion is written all over your face as you stare at the unfamiliar girl in Eddie’s arms. For a moment, you think that it’s some crazy fan that sneaked her way backstage to meet her idol, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened but that usually only happened to Gareth with his crazy fangirls.
But as you watch Eddie wrap his arms around her waist in a way that he would only do to you, you realize that she is not a crazy fan and she is not a stranger to him either.
She places her feet back on the floor and wraps her arms around his waist and looks up at him with a big smile on her face, “hi baby.”
“Chrissy.”
You furrow your brows as you stare at the pair in front of you, heart already dropping to your stomach, eyes burning as you blink.
Eddie looks over her shoulder, his guilty eyes lock with yours. The fear and the worry is so clear in his brown eyes, he looks pale and scared. He glances at her and then back at you and that’s all it takes for you to understand.
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Well I regret sending that anon now because I inspired a rude person to send one as well, sorry. I still disagree with the framing. The body of your post is dissonant with that “I’m a long time fan of Jason” intro. I see people saying damian shouldn’t exist because he and Tim are hitting elbows both being robin and Tim existed first, and the only rebuttal needed is “I think Damian is an interesting character and I like reading about him” and I say that because like him. (And that very wrong damian criticism is pushback against people saying Tim shouldn’t exist because he doesn’t have a place to be right now.) You not having a similar feeling about Jason just… seems like you don’t like him? Calling it cannibalism instead of just the characters being around for decades and the same ground being trodden, when there are other characters that do this as well, notably even ones you bring up as counterexamples. I’m not going to say anything else because I think I laid it all on your doorstep already, sorry again and have a good night
Hold up a moment. You dont get to call me rude after firing off first and walk away. Many people do think Tim shouldn't be robin anymore and actively complain that he's still not moving from a junior role to a graduated title. Red robin wasn't perfect but it certainly wasn't worse than him going back to robin.
I'd challenge you, dear anon, to ask yourself a question.
1. Has Jason ever had a good all caste story?
2. Has he ever had an actually good story when he went postal as an anti hero? Under the hood doesn't count as he was purely the antagonist then.
3. How about a good story where he worked with his brothers and him constantly having a chip on his shoulder was endearing like Damian?
4. How about a run where he was batman for a bit and then the real deal showed up to beat the snot out of him?
I'm not saying there shouldn't be any bleed into what other characters do but there's nothing creative with what they've done with Jason because it all relies on him fundamentally never having a defined niche, outside of crime boss, to call his own.
And because Jason is placed where other characters that are more established and would otherwise be a better match for a story and because Jason has fundamentally nothing going on that wasn't cribbed from someone else, including the first iteration of the outlaws which was just a worse version of the outsiders which were also dicks friends (that's a 5th and 6th thing he took from another character, dear anon), he lacks the foundation to tell his own stories properly.
Dear anon, Jason, as he is treated right now, is a middle child copy cat who deserves better than both the writers who created that situation and the fans who enable it. Including you, dear anon
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I’ve noticed a tendency among Jalim writers to treat Salim as having already surpassed all expectations of character development, and as a result, he reads VERY flat.
He already isn’t the best written character, and I’ve yet to read a fic that seeks to rectify this.
The other protags have their roles in the story alongside individual emotional arcs. Jason, Eric, Nick, Rachel all have their own motivations, challenges, prejudices, resentments, regrets, hopes. But Salim? All he has is a bitchin’ personality and badassery to end all badassery. His feelings never change or develop. His worldview is never challenged.
That isn’t to say he’s unlikeable, not in the slightest, in fact he is one of my fave characters in supermassive’s history. I simply say this to point out that the fandom takes what they’re given with Salim and…go nowhere with it.
Yes, Salim is already perfect.
Yes, he is the perfect partner.
Yes, he has the right opinions.
No, he doesn’t have ANY flaws.
Is it against the law to write him as a complex person???
What is it we know about him?
He’s not very political.
He’s a single father whose wife left him and Zain many years before canon, and is therefore very protective and devoted to his family.
He speaks at least two languages.
Easy to get along with.
He’s resourceful.
He’s religious.
That is just a few things off the top of my head, but so much can be done with this.
Iraq has a VERY long and complicated history with the west, and has suffered and continues to suffer because of it. Basically any anti-western sentiment in Iraq is met with harsh crackdowns by the west: direct invasion and occupation, regime change, assassination plots, etc. It’s only understandable that many Iraqis would become disillusioned with politics and, as a result, merely focus on keeping their families and communities safe. Maybe this is what happened with Salim. Maybe he was more politically engaged when he was younger, but has since pulled back. Maybe even, on some level, he has fallen for western propaganda and views the American invasion of Iraq as understandable even if he still believes it is ridiculous and unjustifiable.
Why did Salim’s wife leave him? Was there infidelity on either of their parts? Was he a bad husband? Was he a good husband, but his wife simply didn’t love him? Did she want to leave the country while Salim wanted to stay? Was it amicable? How does Salim feel about his ex-wife? How does Zain feel about the divorce? Does he blame his father? What is the dynamic between Salim and Zain in the day to day? How often do they argue? Do they even argue? What are their traditions?
English is an incredibly difficult language to learn, particularly as a second language. Did he learn it at university? Did he go to university? What might he have studied? Does he speak other languages? Does he want to? Does he speak english with Zain?
Who are his friends? How often do they hang out? What do they do when they hang out?
What kind of family was he born into? Were they progressive or more conservative? Does he speak to them? Are they alive? Was he born into wealth? Or poverty? Or somewhere in between? What is his profession outside of the military? Does he like his job? What are his qualifications?
What sect of Islam does Salim follow? How strongly does he identify with it? What holidays does he celebrate? Did he raise Zain to believe the same things as him? Or did he raise him to decide for himself? Does Salim have any sort of religious or spiritual trauma? How does it affect his belief system? Is he ashamed of his attraction to men? Does he even know he’s attracted to men? How does he navigate these discussions with Zain?
These are all very interesting ideas, I think.
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Here, have some Batfam angst
Bruce
Crime Alley was mourning the loss of its hero. Bruce refused to believe Jason was dead.
Neither he nor his other children had been able to make any headway in their hero persona. In the end, Bruce went to Crime Alley undercover as a homeless man. No one had seen hide or hair of Red Hood in almost two months. Everyone thought that Red Hood had died; it never occurred to them that Jason might have left.
(He was alive; his son couldn’t be dead again. There hadn’t been a body.)
Bruce looked at the camera footage on the day of Jason’s disappearance. Unfortunately, there weren’t many cameras in Crime Alley, so he only occasionally caught glimpses of Jason’s red helmet.
(Why hadn’t he fought harder to add more cameras in Crime Alley? Bruce could’ve funded better security for the place. He had wanted to respect Jason’s wishes but look where that got him.)
“Hey, B, still looking at the footage? Found anything new?”
Bruce didn’t take his eyes off the monitors but answered Dick’s questions.
“No, nothing new.”
That was the frustrating part. Nothing new popped up, no matter how often Bruce looked at the footage. There had been no anomalies, no significant rogue attacks, and Jason hadn’t gotten into any fights with other drug dealers. The little footage he saw of Jason had him interacting with some of the women he protected or handing out bags to some of the kids. There was nothing that indicated that Jason was planning to leave.
(He left. He had to have left. His safe houses were full of dust and empty.)
“Bruce, maybe it’s time you stopped looking at the footage.”
Bruce paused the video and glared at his eldest. Dick put his hands up.
“I’m not saying let’s stop looking for him. I’m saying looking at the same thing over and over again isn’t going to help us find him.”
Bruce glared at the last clear video they had of Jason. He knew Dick was right, but he had no idea where to start. No one in the hero community knew Jason was alive again. Jason didn’t have any friends or allies outside of Crime Alley. The last time they had spoken, he had ended in a shouting match because Bruce had asked Jason if he knew anything about the disappearance of a child rapist over a year ago.
Bruce regretted many things in his life; not making things better with Jason was now at the top of his list.
“What do you suggest we do?”
“Maybe it’s time we brought in others to help us.”
Bruce frowned. He didn’t like bringing in other heroes regarding Gotham’s or his family’s affairs.
“Listen, I’m not saying we tell the whole hero community, but I can ask some team members to help. I’ll tell them to keep it to themselves. I know Roy would love to help when he finds out Jason is still alive. Kori can travel the world and maybe keep an eye out. Victor can hack into systems worldwide, and Raven can probably sense him. He has returned from the dead; that has to leave some signature.”
“Hmm,” Bruce thought about it before nodding. Dick gave him a quick smile and left the cave. Bruce picked up his phone and waited for the person to answer.
“Bruce, is everything okay?”
“Clark, I need to speak with you. Can we meet at the usual place?”
(Why hadn’t he reached out sooner?)
Tim
In another part of Gotham, Tim Drake was in his base of operation (fondly dubbed the Nest).
Instead of repeatedly looking at the same footage, Tim was trying to find if anything weird had happened in the city on the last day of Jason’s appearance in Crime Alley. Here were the facts.
Even though it had been late April, the weather had been unseasonably cold. While that could have been a coincidence, Tim doubted it. The weather started at 79 degrees F and ended in the low 20s. Mr. Freeze was still in Arkham, so he couldn’t have done it.
Fact two: his scanners had picked up weird readings he had never seen before. At the same time that the weather started dipping, the unknown readings had risen.
Fact three: the night of the anomaly, Jason had disappeared.
The three things had to be connected. Tim texted Barbara to run a test to see if she got the same results and also to see how long the anomaly lasted while he did the same. He was going to find Jason.
(His family depended on it.)
Dick
Dick hung up on Roy, his screams still echoing in his ears. To say that his team had been upset he had kept Jason’s resurrection a secret had been an understatement. Nobody had been as angry as Roy.
Dick understood where Roy was coming from.
(Bruce had kept secrets from him, and he knew how it felt.)
But he hadn’t wanted his little brother to be remembered differently now that he had strayed off the hero path. He deserved to be remembered as that sweet little boy who thought being Robin was magic.
It didn’t matter anymore. What mattered now was finding him, and if that meant being yelled at or reprimanded by his friends, well, as long as they found Jason, he could take anything his friends decided to dish out at him.
Damian
Damian frowned at the phone. His finger hovered over the call button. He noticed how Jason’s disappearance affected the family. Father was coming home with more bruises. Richard smiled less often, and they were more strained when he did. Timothy was sleeping less. (Though Damian didn’t care what the buffoon did, he just wanted to ensure Drake was firing on all cylinders when they went on patrols.) Alfred had stopped making witty remarks. He cooked, he cleaned, and he greeted them, but something was missing in the older man.
(Would they worry about Damian the same way if he disappeared? After all, father didn’t choose him; Damian was thrust upon him.)
Damian pressed the call button and waited for the answer.
“Mother, I need another favor.”
Alfred
Alfred stood outside Jason’s old room. He hadn’t entered to clean since Jason disappeared. Alfred knew he had to. After all, it was his job to keep the manor tidy and orderly.
His heart ached at the thought of entering Jason’s memorial.
(The suit downstairs was a memorial for Robin, one that Alfred despised; the room was Jason’s.)
Alfred took a deep breath and opened the door. He had a job to do. Besides, his wayward grandson deserved to come to a clean house.
Once more, I would like to remind people that I am open to suggestions and prompts for this fic. I don't have an overarching plot, I'm mostly focusing on Batfam angst, found family, and eventually, way, way, waaaay, down the line for reconciliation. So have fun suggesting
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Okay I'll put part of this under a cut cuz it got kinda long but like. DC x PJO AU's are so easy to make, right. Because Wonder Woman exists. Greek gods are canon.
Demigod jason tho. i've got so many possible parents for him but imagine its persephone right. She's queen of the underworld, she's got some themes of rebirth going on (spring goddess, also the whole zagreus/dionysus thing). I imagine Catherine would be his other parent in this scenario. They'd meet when Catherine is taking a trip out of Gotham for a few days. Whirlwind romance kinda vibe. Catherine knows who Persephone is but she never tells anyone.
By the time her baby boy is born she's (back?) in a relationship with Willis. And Jason, despite his circumstances, is a happy kid. Monsters probably don't come to Gotham because the smell keeps them away (think Gabe's scent on Percy, I imagine a city with as much crime as Gotham probably leaves it's mark). Jason grows up on myths as bedtime stories, on going to the park and being unfathomably good with plants. Spring is his favorite season and sometimes he sees shades that might just be ghosts. I don't think Catherine ever told him, and so I don't think he ever went to Camp.
But life still happens. Willis goes to jail and dies. Catherine succumbs to her drugs. Jason comes home to a winged man bowed over her, who bows his head respectfully before whisking away.
And so he lives on the streets. And so he steals Batman's tires. And so he gets adopted and becomes Robin.
In the Manor he spends so much time in the gardens. His room is covered in plants. Spring is his favorite season but now that he's not at risk of dying during it, winter holds a special place in his heart. I imagine he gets along well with Ivy, though Bruce doesn't like it.
He still dies, of course. Maybe Sheila is on the birth certificate through some Mist shenanigans to keep Jason safer. Maybe Catherine is secretly still alive. Whichever version of the story you prefer, both have been canon.
And so he dies. And like Hermes is the one to pick him up, because Persephone is his half-sister and that's his nephew and Thanatos is always so busy anyways. And he convinces Charon to let him through and bring the kid across the river. They meet Persephone on the bank of the Styx, not that Jason knows who either of them are. The woman is familiar, though.
And Persephone drops on her knees in front of him, tears in her eyes as she holds his face.
"Seph. He needs to go through judgement."
"No. He'll go to Elysium."
"Persephone-"
"Do not take me for a fool, Hermes. I know how my own realm works. I've spoken to the judges and to my husband. He goes to Elysium. I would not risk him."
(spring is a cold one that year.)
(for weeks after Jason's death, vegetation behaves weird)
(summer has a weird number of cold days, too. And fall comes early)
So Jason has to wrap his head around the fact that he's part god. Because he knew Greek gods were real, of course, Wonder Woman is his favorite hero thanks, but he'd never thought it would have anything to do with him. He helps his mother in her garden some days, he meets his stepfather and his demigod stepbrother. He considers rebirth.
But then, of course, six months lates, late october maybe early november, he gets resurrected.
I imagine it would be hard for his mother to reach him. Communicating with someone who's brain dead is hard enough, especially if you have to do it through dreams he's not really aware of. And the Lazarus Pit is idk maybe something curse-like? Unnatural, at least, and scrambling Jason's head enough Persephone still can't talk to him.
So he trains and he kills and he obsesses over Bruce and Joker and Tim. Until, finally, he starts getting moments his head is clear enough for Persephone to contact him. And they're in a dream, and it's the calmest he's been in, how long has it been? He's still so, so, angry, and he won't regret what he's done, but he's also tired. His mom is right there and she seems so happy to see him and what the fuck is he doing, wasting his efforts on someone who obviously doesn't want him around?
Persephone gifts him a weapon and tells him to go to New York. That help will reach him there. That he needs to go to Dionysus. And he doesn't go immediately. He keeps training for a while, and the green still takes over sometimes. But eventually he calms down a little more. Talia would be hard to escape but New York is close enough to Gotham that, under the guise of wanting to put his plan in motion, he can hang around there a while without seeming too suspicious.
And so he goes. And he trudges around the city for a while. Nature spirits stare and whisper. Jason does his best to keep from lashing out.
Eventually he runs into Nico, who's in New York with idk Percy probably or maybe on a date with Will, and it's basically the Spider-Man point meme because no one exactly told Nico what the hell actually happened to that kid and Jason sure as fuck wasn't expecting to see him.
Anyway nico takes him to camp. Dionysus helps jason out bc Madness and that whole thing, and it clears most of the lazarus influence but he's still so fucking angry. But he's also tired. And he feels more connected to his mother here than he ever had back in gotham. And the kids at camp are as much child soldiers as he is. Persephone doesn't have her own cabin yet, and there's a bit of a debate if he's going to be put in the Demeter or Hermes cabin for the time being before they settle on Hades because only Nico really uses it. And he genuinely enjoys camp. He's got a better basis for sword fighting than most of the new kids so he gets put into the more advanced class. Learning a new style is fun. The climbing wall is a nice challenge. He picks strawberries with the Demeter cabin. He's decent enough at archery, but definitely a better marksman with guns. He finds out Bat-disappear-into-the-shadows-training works as well in a forest as on rooftops.
But then, a few months in, Wonder Woman visits. She'd never heard of Camp, before the wars, that'd been kept from her. She'd been furious when she'd found out the gods had used children to fight their wars. Tales of it are legendary, around camp.
All the little kids swarm her, of course, and everyone else follows. Jason doesn't. they make eye contact, briefly, and disbelief floods her face. Jason flees.
And at some point they do probably talk. Diana asks why he isn't home, jason says he isn't ready and when she pushes he spits out why (joker, tim, the usual). Diana explains some things (bruce being near suicidal, what shes gathered about how tim became robin). Jason isnt ready to let go of the anger yet, but when diana tells him he cant expect her not to tell bruce his son is alive he tells her to do what she wants.
Idk I just think it's neat. I've got ideas for him as 'son' of hestia kind of (look…. I know alright…. I just think it's near for the son of the goddess of hearth and home and family to feel like he doesn’t have a home or a family anymore alright. The angst). But also son of ares jason,,,, maybe son of mars theres some evidence apparently that he was worshipped in a protector of boys capacity, like with apollo. On one hand, son of dionysus (again rebirth but also madness), but then I like the headcanon of 'jason doesn’t go anywhere near addictive substances bc family history' a little too much. Also apollo, again protector of boys thing but also marksmanship to some extent. Could probably fly athena. Could definitely fly hermes. So many ideas.
#dc#jason todd#pjo#artemis writes#crossover#demigod jason#ask me about the other ideas#or this one#ask me.#i can ramble about these for days#i should be writing the next chapter of wbaa but instead pjo aus have taken over my brain
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A Young Outlaw's Guide to Hitching a Ride Home
Prompts for a series of fics I'll likely not get around to ever writing.
Feel free to adopt and adapt, using as little or as much as you like.
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Wonder Woman; Tim Drake; Ferdinand the Kithotaur (title ideas: "Tell an Adult" "Doing what needs to be done")
Batman is on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic. A slow civilian plane, that definitely isn't big enough to fit the BatPlane in the hold.
Which isn't kind of plane Batman takes when he knows Robin is being hunted by the Joker.
Superman looked half dead in the news footage. He was barely walking by the time parasite was arrested.
The Titans seem to be off world. Tim has no idea how to contact the Flash.
That means Wonder Woman. Which means Tim need to get to the Themiscarian Embassy in DC as fast as possible.
(Also featuring: Cooking lessons and discrete child neglect assessment questions with Ferdinand the Kithotaur.)
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Roy Harper (title ideas: "Friends in Low Places" "The Corn Pollen Path" "First Step")
You don't stop shooting up because heroin stops feeling like heroin. You stop shooting up because you find something more important than the next score.
Roy Harper finds that in a seedy bar in eastern Kasnia, when he hears two thugs he recognizes as Joker henchmen talking about "the boss" going bird hunting in Ethopia.
He may be an addict. He may be a has-been. But he was a Titan, and he will be damned if he scrounges for his next score while another Titan falls into that clown's trap.
Even if it kills him. (He tries not to hope too hard that it does).
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Veronica Vreeland; Roxy Rocket (title ideas: "Ronnie & Roxy's Rescue Service" "I'm the Cool Aunt")
"Roxie! Darling! I need a ride! I have to get to Ethopia so I can kill Harley's ex."
Roxie knew Veroinca Vreeland was crazy. She regularly encouraged Harley to kidnap her "for brunch." She dated the Penguin. Voluntarily. Before today, she just didn't know that "crazy" extended to HALO jumps from a rocket plane on a mission to kill the Joker. … Maybe Ozzie has good taste after all.
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Jordan Hill; Barbara Gordon (title ideas: "Someone who's been there before")
"I'm not an idiot, Babs. I've known you and every single member of the Wayne family since we were kids. We don't have time for this. I don't care what you all get up to at night: Jeckko is hunting Jason, and I'll be damned if I let that asshole hurt another kid."
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Garth of Shayaris (title ideas: "Tagging in" "The-Batman's-an-Asshole-Phone-Tree")
"You're telling me that Vic has a program running that goes through the entire internet to sort out if I'm doing 'something weird'."
"I mean, it used to track Dickie-bird. But yeah."
"Because if Dick was doing something weird, it means B was an asshole."
"Obviously. He's still an asshole, right?"
"Yes. And there is a phone tree for this. For when B is an asshole."
"Yes."
"Aren't you supposed to be King of Atlantis right now? Seems like you should have shit to do. Besides following my ass to Ethopia."
"Acting King. And if Arthur can be an asshole and dump all his work on me without asking, I can definitely take a personal day."
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Ra's Al Ghul (title ideas: "Ra's Al Ghul is many things")
"Sir, he has the boy."
"Where is the Detective?"
"He's on his way. But, sir, he won't make it there in time."
"I should never have allied myself with that madman."
Ra's paused and gazed out the window. Talia wondered how may people besides her would recognize regret in her father's face.
"Then I must go in the Detective's stead. Have the hangars ready our fastest plane, then fetch my armor and swords." Her father did not turn from the window as Ubu rushed out to see to his orders. He simply stared out the window until he spoke again.
"Talia. Prepare the pit while I am gone. His father will not thank me for it, but if my folly comes to its worst end I will not deprive my grandson of his brother."
#batman#dc comics#jason todd#red hood#robin#fanfic#ao3#writing prompt#wonder woman#tim drake#Roxie rocket#ferdinand the Kithotaur#garth of shayeris#Jordan Hill#barbara gordon#Veronica Vreeland#Roy Harper#ra's al ghul#damian wayne#talia al ghul
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[240531] LAY ZHANG, Gifted icon on worldwide Music
Has been almost 20 years of career where Lay Zhang, the renowned original member and dance leader in EXO, has established himself in the global music and entertainment industry as a prodigious artist for whom the limits are only a transitory stage in which he carries his talent to the next level.
Since his arrival in Hollywood he has not stopped creating music in the company of big names in the industry, Jason Derulo, Steve Aoki, Will. Am. , recently a collaboration with Lauv. In addition to his multifaceted talent, he has displayed his skills as an actor in different projects such as the film “No More Bets” with a leading role and “A Legend” alongside Jackie Chan, who is his inspiration on this physical path. He has expressed daily commitment and discipline to continue progressing in this area of entertainment and has done without regrets at every opportunity.
Lay not only stands out for his countless skills and this successful development of his career as a soloist, but also his vision of the world has earned him a space of affection and support from fans around the world, to the point that apart from his native language Chinese, he has also ensured that his work have Korean and English versions as a tribute to his fans.
He is currently preparing his album completely in English with the help of his US-based company, “Range Media”, with whom he has worked since 2023 in the globalization of his career. This project as a soloist is supported towards perfection with solid foundations in the training he received during his training as a K-pop artist and all the effort that he himself makes to bring the richness of Asian culture to the world through his art.
From a busy schedule of promotional stages for his new song “Psychic” Lay connected exclusively with Rolling Stone Korea to share these experiences.
1. [RSK] Lay! Welcome to Rolling Stone Korea! Is a pleasure to welcome you to this experience as a soloist after witnessing your great achievements in EXO, can you share with us what the challenge has been to focus your career from former part of a group to your successful solo career?
Yeah, sure, compared to team activities and solo activities, you know? The truth is that new responsibilities are assumed and this time you are the one who leads everything. With the members of a group you always feel safe because you simply have to do your part and do it well, it's the only thing you worry about so you can concentrate on the dance, just focus your energy on one thing, but if you do everything On your own, you have to take care of each of the other details that the work staff in a group already has worked out, many things like visual art, clothing, dancing, singing, everything.
So this made me very nervous, you know, a little stressed about it. I really learned how to be more organized, in addition to developing my creativity even more in all aspects.
2. [RSK] We are really excited about this new album completely in English you are preparing, let's talk about the creation and development process of this project:
Yes, I have worked very hard on it, we have made a team with good synergy, so this year I work with “Range Media”, which is one of the largest companies in the US, at the same time I also work with Warner Music Asia , which has a great agreement, so this team and its global impact tools will help me succeed. All of them have produced really good albums and now we can release this kind of album worldwide, there are many good tracks on it and maybe we will have many more surprises on the way.
Well, right now we released two songs. One of them is “Run Back to You” with lauv and the one we are currently promoting, whose name is “Psychic”, a song that has just been performed on stages in South Korea, well, that is the place where my dream began.
So I really appreciate it. And I appreciate once having opportunities to go on stage to deliver new musical ages to my fans."
3. [RSK] Psychic is a very dynamic and super enjoyable song, we saw that the video also has great audiovisual work and that particularly part of the charm is in the location, which I understand is Dubai, it was very beautiful, please share with us about this experience:
Yes, it was actually a very interesting experience, since we had a good director, who provided great inspiration. We discussed hard about the concept that each of us wanted to propose and we mutually learned how to find a meeting point that would make everything work synchronously. We came up with ideas for the concept, how to focus the view of the locations, the choreography and even how to distribute the people who participated in this.
We created something that, in addition to being professional, allowed me to enjoy the process and have fun. I even included that idea: in the video I chase a girl but in the end all I get is that the girls will turn into a camel.
4. [RSK] Another thing I really appreciate is that you try to join other cultures with so much respect. You know, you made this song even in Chinese, Korean and English. So let's talk about this initiative, you know, it's a different way of approaching and conquering new cultures.
Yes, for me as an artist, the idea of combining culture with culture is fundamental. And also, I am Chinese, this is my root.
“I learned many skills and abilities from the Koreans, and it is gratifying to be aware that we all now learn from each other, you know, the language, the customs, we try to take the best of each other, the US culture is one that I have also included in this learning. Right now it is a global market and the world demands balance, respect and tolerance from all of us.
We cannot focus on a single perspective or a single culture. I want the culture to be continuous, which then radiates a message where there is a transversalization that invites new generations to feel like our culture and vice versa.”
With this initiative I want to make people happy. I want young people to learn to value, love and respect every cultural legacy in the world.
5. [RSK] This process has been extremely successful also because you have a global support network through your fans. How have they received this evolution of Lay?
I think my fans are really amazing and they always support me, which makes them valuable to me because it's hard, you know, people just love you, they don't need any reason, they don't need compensation. I only want to love you because that desire to support you is born in their heart.
So receiving so much love and support, I just want to be perfect for them and try not to give up, try to do something good to never let the fans down,
That's what I can do from my job to make them feel how valuable they are to me, sometimes I can't explain what I feel, but really thanks to my fans, for being there no matter what.
6. [RSK] About what we see in your future and the work we are appreciating right now , what can we mention that your audience can wait for?
Well, this year I worked with David Stewart, who has worked with artists such as Shakira, he is really good, very talented and very creative. Well, he wrote a really good song for me that I hope everyone can enjoy, you know, it happened!
He also worked with A.G. Cook, who stood out as Beyoncé's engineer. Having him be my recording engineer made me feel very happy and honored, a high level of work.
Yes, I think this album is very close to pop music culture. So I hope everyone can listen and enjoy it.
7. [RSK] Since positioning yourself as one of the most prominent representatives in the world in the Kpop industry, you have become the reference for new generations in this genre, what do you think is the legacy you are leaving to the new generation of K-pop and global artists?
I think I'm always curious about why I'm here, why I live in the world. So when you receive a lot of support and love, you want to share that support and love with other people.
That's why I built my company CROMOSOME ENTERTAINMENT, which can help people who have a big dream in this career, with this industry. Because, you know, I met and know many young people who have a great dream aligned in this direction.
I want to be a good singer, a good dancer. And I want to be a good actor. So how can these guys do it? So if I have any power, I want to focus on supporting them.
“Because I received a lot of support and love from here, from Korea, so I think I have to use this power to share it with other people to help them succeed. That is incredible. It is important to know what you have, what you know and what you are leaving in the world.”
8. [RSK] The culture of your native country, China, is a culture that is recognized in the world by tradition and the legacy of civilizations. Art is something directly associated with your talents, you are intelligent and you open the doors of all these wonders with kindness to the world's people . What do you think is the message that, as one of China's representatives faces, you are sharing through your talent and work?
I guess I don't know if I'm up to the task of representing my country, but I'm Chinese and I do my best. That's the truth, I am or I try to be real. If you have the opportunity to get to know the culture, the good things about our people, you will not regret it.
We have a long history in this world, a life path that I want to share with people, our good stories, good and diverse food, beautiful places to visit, good music, all the good things that remain in your memories.
“I want to make an invitation to the whole world, I hope you can come to our country to visit, see, eat, and travel. If given that opportunity, maybe we will make people understand China better and understand our essence.”
I really want to share my art with the world, I want to meet my fans, so this year I will bring my tour and my new album to make us closer through this, so give me some time guys, this year I will make it happen.
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