Bet you all expected some wheelchair kinky stuff but NOPE ITS NOT ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)
The wheelchair dancing scene is my fav part in the movie XD Actually I wanted to draw Cherik doing that IN AROMANTIC WAY LIKE THE MOVIE but then my brain suddenly malfunctioned so it turned out like this imsosorryCharlandErik
Anon asks: “Meeting the family was so cute! i loved it, are you going to be making a part 2 where reader meets the rest of the family? :)”
Warnings: swearing but that’s it I think, tell me if I missed something
a/n: I’m screaming I had to edit this like 500 times because it kept glitching, fuck you Tumblr. Anyways! This took me so long I think everybody’s forgotten about Meeting the Family! But it is done, and I am happy with it! And I hope you’ll all be happy with it too.
was that exclamation about, you ask? Oh, nothing, just yours and Jason entire
apartment is now completely wrecked. Yeah, not good. Both Tim and Jason
surveyed the area. So, there were 5 broken plates, two broken vases, a broken
mirror, two broken tables, and last but not least, a bullet hole in the wall.
The plates broke when Jason had launched them like Frisbees at Tim’s head. The
vases had broken when Tim chucked them at Jason in retaliation. The mirror had
broken when Jason tried to shove Tim into it, but Tim moved quickly which
caused Jason to ram himself into the
mirror instead of his brother. The tables had broken when Jason proceeded to
tackle Tim into the first one, and then Tim launched Jason on the second one.
And finally, the bullet hole in the wall. You know, Jason wasn’t aiming to kill
his brother. Maybe just graze his arm, or maybe his leg…or maybe his neck. He missed though, thankfully.
were panicking, Tim more-so because…
gonna be pissed at me! What the hell?”
Tim exclaims, pulling at the roots of his hair. “That’s not my problem.” Jason
replies, as he evaluates how to hide most of the damage from you. “Yes, it is.
You think she’s just going to let you off with all off…this?” Tim says, while
gesturing around at the mess they had made. Jason pauses, thinking of the
question at hand. “Okay, fuck help me hide this shit!” He orders, throwing Tim
swept up all of the broken glass from the mirror, and the broken vases and
plates. Jason took on the tables, quickly super-gluing the legs into place,
hoping that it would hold until he could get replacements. Both of them heard
that the shower was still on, to which they both heaved a sigh of relief.
Looking around, Tim saw that Jason had “fixed” the tables, and that everything
was looking somewhat normal. The only things missing were the vases and the
mirror, but Y/N wouldn’t mind, right? Oh wait, yeah there was also that bullet
hole in the wall.
“How in the
fucking shit am I supposed to cover that?” Jason whisper yells, as the shower
had turned off about 3 minutes ago. The boys were running on limited time, they
needed to cover that bullet hole now.
And that was when Tim saw it, a painting sitting in the corner waiting to be
hung. “How long have you procrastinated putting that up?” Tim asks Jason,
pointing over to the work of art. “None of your fucking business.” Jason
grumbles. Tim just gives him a look of ‘don’t-be-a-bitch-man-we-have-like-two-minutes’.
“Fine it was 3 weeks, but you bet your ass I’m putting it up now.” Jason declared,
as he hung the painting over the bullet hole.
scared. You had heard the ruckus. You knew what was going on. And you knew that,
more than likely, all the shit in your apartment was now broken, smashed, and
ruined. Did you mind? Sort of. Were you going to hold it against them? Nope,
because today was a good day, you were meeting Jason’s family today. So, you
put all of the ruckus aside, even though you did hear what sounded exactly like
a gunshot. Jason wouldn’t kill his brother though, right?
had calmed after you heard Jason and Tim bickering. Knowing now that no one was
dead or seriously injured, you could continue getting ready. You wanted to look
nice, you were meeting the Wayne’s
after all, this wasn’t a time where you could just be casual about it. But
later that night you would regret wearing the white silk dress you were
currently putting on. Shoving your hair up in a messy, but also somehow stylish
high ponytail, you began to pace. Not because of the boys in your living room,
no, but because you were about to meet your boyfriend’s family. It was getting
to be time to go as well, seeing as it was 7:30pm, and you were supposed to be
there at 8:00pm.
“You can do
this Y/N. You star on Broadway every week to people who are no doubt
criticizing the shit out of you, you can meet Jason’s family. Look how well it
went with Tim!” You tell yourself, as you open the door to your living room.
And you just
ate your words. Because your mirror was missing, as were your vases, you also
saw the plate shards in the trash. Your two tables were crooked and on the
verge of falling, and you could see the small cracks in the wall coming from
behind the newly hung painting. But thank god the tv hadn’t been smashed, you
spent a ton of money on it. Walking out of your bedroom, the clicking of your stilettos
alerted the boys to your presence. Just by seeing the look of sheer shock on
your face, Jason knew you had a clear idea of all the damage. And after reanalyzing
the room, both Tim and Jason realized they hadn’t done an exactly stellar job
at hiding the mess.
you look gorgeous, as always.” Jason blurts out, jumping up to try and block
your view of the living room. He was guilty, you could see it in his eyes. “Aw,
thanks Jay. How have you boys been?” You ask, tone sickening sweet, and quite
honestly scaring the fuck out of Jason. “We’ve ah, erm, um, been good, just
relaxing, and um are you ready to go?” Jason rambles, and that ticked you off
to the fact that he was lying. He always rambled when he lied you noticed. His
ears also turn bright red, so those two factors combined gave him a built in
lie-detector of sorts (a/n: those are actually my headcannons of how you can
tell when Jason is lying.). You decided to let him off. “Yeah baby, I’m ready
to go. Are you and Tim ready?” You ask.
both shout, simultaneously.
warning Y/N, our family’s um…” Tim starts, trailing off after not quite knowing
exactly what to say.
means to say that our family is fucked and weird, and that is why I avoided
them all.” Jason finishes, making both you and Tim give him a look of ‘wow-buddy-you’re-a-dick’.
“What? I’m just kidding!” Jay exclaims, as he parks your car in front of the
Oh god, here
you go. You weren’t entirely prepared for this. Could you just go home? That
was an option, right? Jason would surely fulfill that request. No! No, you were
going to see this through, meet the family, and have a good time damn it! So,
taking in a breath of preparation, you ordered the boys in the car to join you
in heading to the door.
Tim shouts, as he flings open the door to the manor, quickly rushing inside and
disappearing for a few moments.
must be Miss Y/N, I’ve heard lovely things about you from Master Timothy. I’m
Alfred, and if you need anything please be sure to ask me.” Alfred introduces
himself to you, successfully calming some of your nerves. You had heard many
stories of Alfred, Jason held the man up in the highest form of respect you had
would be me. I’ve heard splendid things about you from Jason. And thank you, I’ll
be sure to ask for anything if I need it, sir.” You reply, trying to be formal
and respectful, while still trying to not feel fake. God, this shit was hard
and you had only spoken to one
person. Jason saw the slight distress in your eyes, but your face didn’t project
that same nervousness. You were an amazing actress; I mean you were on Broadway after all.
baby? We can go home if you’re not.” Jason whispers to you, squeezing your hand
in comfort. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine Jay. Just nervous. They’re your family after
all, I know they mean a lot to you. I just want to impress them.” You admit,
clicking your heels together like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. “You don’t
need to impress my family, Y/N. They’ll love you regardless. But if you’re so
worried, then just know they’re already impressed that you even showed up. I
told them I had a girlfriend a few times, they never believed me.” Jason
chuckles, and it was true. He had tried to tell them about you 3 times over
your 8-month relationship, but every time they thought he was kidding.
a sigh of relief at Jason’s consolation, you feel ready to meet the rest of them.
And just to your luck, here comes a very
bubbly, blue-eyed man with jet black hair. Were those traits like a theme with
this fucking family?
“You must be
Y/N! Hi, I’m Dick, Jason’s older brother.” Dick introduces himself to you,
putting his hand out for what you think is a handshake, but instead when you
give him your hand he brings it up to his mouth and kisses it. You were pretty
sure your face matched the scarlet shade of lipstick you were wearing. “I-um,
ahem, yes I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you Dick.” You reply, fumbling with
your words as you try to regain your cool. You could feel Jason literally shaking with jealousy next to you, and
before you can say ‘my-boyfriend-has-no-chill’, Jay is chasing Dick around the
manor. Dick does about 500 backflips up the staircase as Jason bounds after
god, I’m sorry for my sons’ behavior, Y/N. Hello by the way, I’m Bruce.” A
voice speaks out, causing you to whip around. Like the voice said, it belonged
to Bruce Wayne, who was currently standing in front of you with a smile on his
face. “Um, it’s okay sir, I’m used to it with Jason.” You reply, shaking Bruce’s
hand as you do so. He lets out a laugh, which is strange because since when
does Batman laugh. Oh yeah, you knew about the whole secret identity thing,
Jason had told you 4 months into the relationship.
“Jason is trouble, always has been.” Bruce
says, as he looks around, searching for his kids you presume. “Ah, here’s the
final person you need to meet. This is my youngest son, Damian.” Bruce says, as
he gestures to a 13-year-old boy who already showed that he would fit in with
the whole ‘we’re-literally-hot-as-fuck’ family theme. Really, was there a man in
Gotham who didn’t have black hair, blue eyes, and an extremely sharp jawline?
need your introduction, father. Hello Y/N, as you heard, I’m Damian.” The boy
says, as he walks up to you, kissing your hand when he reaches you. Okay, when
even the 13-year-old is fucking flirt, that’s when you know a family has
something good going on. “Well hello Damian, may I ask where your brothers are?”
You ask him, curious as to why the rest of the family went missing. “Grayson
and Todd are upstairs fighting over you I believe, and Drake is holed up in his
room, pacing around like a rabid dog. Luckily, I’m here to keep you company.”
Damian responds, as he guides you to the manor’s living room. He shows you some
of his drawings, he was a really talented kid, you’d noticed that when you saw
the first drawing, which looked like it could’ve been a damn photo of his
father in front of a set of computer systems. Just as you finish getting
through the first sketchbook Damian had grabbed, you heard a voice ring out…
dinner was strange. You were sat in-between Jason and Tim, Dick being sat
across from Jason, Damian being sat across from you, and Bruce being sat across
from Tim, while Alfred was at the head of the table. You were silently eating
the delicious soup that Alfred had made, as Jason and Dick were bickering,
ignoring their food completely. Bruce had tried to stop them of course, that
doesn’t mean he was successful. Damian had been subtly flirting with you the
entire night, which was really weird, I mean where did the kid think he was
getting? Alfred had been silent, other than to ask if everyone was enjoying
their food. And Tim, god, Tim had been a lifesaver, he was engaging you in a conversation
about both Hamilton the musical, and Alexander Hamilton himself.
Federalist Papers are without a doubt one of the most influential sets ever
created.” Tim comments, distracting you from the fact that a roll of bread had
been chucked at Dick, by Jason of course. “Absolutely, they inspired a lot of
the aspects of our government today. Many of the ideals of the Constitution are
based on those papers, and the ideas of the Fathers’ themselves obviously.” You
reply, as you lift a spoonful of soup to your mouth.
what, you prick? I’m done with this conversation!” Jason yells, as he dumps his
glass of water on top of Dick’s head. You jump a bit, not expecting that to have happened.
Bruce exclaims, shame clear on his face.
“No, no B, it’s
okay.” Dick shouts, before tossing his soup at Jason. Thankfully it wasn’t
scalding, but honestly you don’t think the brothers would’ve cared if it was.
“My god, you’re
revealing yourselves as the fools you truly are in front of our beautiful
guest.” Damian commented, with a slight smirk on his face.
fucker!” Jason shouts, throwing a bread roll at Damian’s head. “Shut up Damian!”
Dick screeches, before dumping his water on Damian’s head.
IDIOTS!” Damian roars, before throwing his water at Dick, and his soup at
Jason. But, you see the thing is, Damian miscalculated the throw of the soup,
and it hit you instead, coating your white dress in warm, but very staining
brown soup. “Oh no, I am so sorry Y/N-” Damian starts, “You’re throwing soup at
my girlfriend, you little rat!” Jason screams, launching salad at Damian.
can even realize what’s going on, someone grabs your arm, pulling you to safety
under the table. Looking around, you see it was Tim who drug you both under the
safety of the table.
sorry, we’re a little…very, no we’re very chaotic.” Tim apologizes, looking
like a little puppy who was about to be punished. Remember folks, he idolizes
you, and now his brothers have ruined this entire experience for him. “Hey,
chaotic is okay. Chaotic is great. The Revolutionary War was chaotic, searching
for a new government was chaotic, but it ended up alright huh? This’ll end up
alright too. Thanks, by the way, for dragging us to safety.” You softly tell
Tim, a genuine smile on your face. He smiles back, nodding in response to you
we’re still on for that show tomorrow, yeah?” You ask the boy next to you. Tim
nods, a small smile on his face as he does.
just maybe, we’ll bring the whole family.” You say.
Theatricality isn’t about crazy outfits. It’s not enough to douse yourselves with gasoline. You have to light yourselves on fire to make it work!
Being theatrical doesn’t mean you have to be a nuclear explosion. It can be like a quiet storm. You just have to radiate emotion, express what’s deep inside you. That’s what theatricality is truly about.
I'm been reading the news and i sow that a man pushed a muslim woman in font of a train, i hate how everyone blames muslims for Isis but then other religions have people that attack and kill people but then everyone is like not all religions are like that.
We’re able to separate individuals from the religion as a whole when the members of it look a certain way. Christians are somehow not responsible for the KKK, the Utoya massacre, the Oklahoma City bombing, etc, but all Muslims are responsible for radical terrorism.