You’d think that sneaking out would be easier than sneaking back in, but nope, not when Batman is your dad. There were a number of traps in the mansion yard. Jesus Christ just because your dad id Batman that doesn’t mean he can trap you and your siblings in here like you were some caged animals, but you guess it’s because he worries and loves all of you.
After finally passing the traps successfully you went to the party your friend invited you to, the was already a massive pile of drunk and, some even high teenagers. You tried getting though the crowd looking for your friends. You found them in the kitchen playing what it seems to be Most Likely.
It’s a drinking game where everyone sits in a circle and one player asks a “most likely” question, on the count of three, everyone points to whoever they think would be most likely to do whatever act was mentioned. Then you have to take a drink for every person who’s pointing at you, so if like seven people are pointing at you you have to take seven drinks.
Your friend spotted you and called you over to sit next to them and play. You rolled your eyes and sat down playing the game. “Okay guys, who do you think is most likely to get kidnapped by someone?” And everyone pointed at you, everyone, all 12 people playing.
“Wha- what the hell guys? Why me?”
“Well your dad is Bruce Wayne, they could want money out of him for your life.”
“Crap, you’re right. Fine, pass me the shots.”
You chunked the shots down, immediately feeling a burn in your throat, but strangely the buzz from it seemed to make you feel more awake.
After many rounds, and many shots, you were completely drunk. You don’t remember everything from the party, but you do remember a lot of dancing, loud music, someone screaming “FUCK THE POLICE!” and police soon after that.
Everything from the point of running out of the house, you remember really small things. Like sneaking back to the house and falling hard on your bedroom floor then yelling “I’m good” and pretty much everything after that is just a blur.
You woke up in your bed through Titus’ barking, you guessed Dami was with him playing catch or something. The moment you tried to get out of your bed the headache and nausea followed and suddenly the toilet became your new best friend.
“Well young miss I hope you see the consequences of your actions.” You heard the British voice of your butler/grandpa. “Ugh Alfred please, I do not need this right no-” your gag cut you off as you buried your head back in the toilet.
“Hmm, you remind me of your father when he was younger,” Alfred snickered, “There is breakfast waiting for you downstairs with some aspirin. Good luck.” Good luck? The f is that crap? Why and what for would you need luck?
After 20 minutes your stomach calmed down and you were ready to go downstairs for that aspirin and maybe some breakfast. You walked into the dinning room and everyone turned to look at you. You were like a deer caught into the light.
Dick was the first one who talked, “Soooo sissss, how did you spend your night?” You almost widen your eyes at that moment but controlled yourself and acted casual, “What do you mean bro? I just hung out with my friends.” You said calmly even though you were screaming on the inside. You sat down on your seat and grabbed juice and the aspirin.
“Why are you taking the aspirin? Does you head hurt or something? Hmmmmm?” Jay asked you as he got all up in your face. You raised an eyebrow at him, “Yes it does hurt, I don’t see how that’s relevant.”
You missed the exchanged glances between the four brothers, then Tim’s voice was heard, “Well (y/n) what did you and your friends do?” You shrugged, “Nothing much. Why do you ask?” The boys groan, it seemed like the couldn’t crack you. But then Damian happened.
“Alright sister we know you went out to a party and got stupidly drunk! You imbeciles don’t need to be subtle but forward.” After that he just sat down like it was no problem. Your mouth was hung, much like the boys’. You tried defending yourself but it didn’t work out as you thought it would, “Wha- n-no I wasn’t, I didn’t.”
“(y/n) stop,” your dad’s voice rang through the room, “The cameras picked up on you clumsily trying to get back into your room. You are not very sneaky babygirl.”
“What no, I was, like, super sneaky.” Bruce just pulled up the security video and it showed you stumbling around the yard then falling on your side and finally getting into your room to fall once again. You blushed at the video, it’s embarrassing, your dad’s Batman and you looked like any drunk person out there.
I just want Jason’s car-jacking skills explored more in fic. Obviously he’s good at taking tires but what about hot wiring cars? Unlocking doors through the window with a clothes hanger? Conning people into giving him their keys?
I have this vision of Jason using these skills for good and going on a rampage across Gotham to steal back a Toyota minivan for some poor single mom he met at a bodega once and who can’t get anywhere without her car.
Like Red Hood shows up at the chop shop and demands the minivan and the thieves are halfway between “…uhhh?” and “holy shit that’s Red Hood.”
"I can't stand you!" + “I love you. I’m in love with you.” - Jason Todd
The smug grin that seemed to never go away irritates you as you sat, arms crossed against your chest, the dinner in front of you hardly touched. You lost your appetite when you had to deal with the infuriating and self-absorbed Jason Todd. Dick, who was seated beside you leans toward you and whispers a soft, “Just ignore him, he likes it when you give him a reaction.” You acknowledge what he says and smile at him and nod.
You pick at your food, quietly listening to the conversation but the gaze of the man you couldn’t help but love distracts you. The cause of his dislike of you was unknown to you and all of his brothers but Jason was relentless when it came to his obvious dislike of you. It was one of his snide comments that finally broke your self-restraint, your fists tightly clenched as you abruptly stood from your seat beside Dick, who, the entire time, had been trying to assist you in ignoring his brother. “I can’t stand you!” You shriek, Jason following you, also stands up brows furrowed.
The dining room silent, “I can’t stand you either!” Jason resorts plainly, Tim rolling his eyes at how childish his older brother was acting. Your frustration-filled gaze quickly meets Bruce’s and your eyes soften, “I’m sorry for disrupting dinner,” You mumble out before rushing away from the table where everyone sat in quietness, not even a moment later Jason follows after you.
He finds you, standing alone outside of the manor, just staring at Alfred’s roses that stood tall and proud. His heart rapidly beating, the sight of you made him lose all his self-control, his throat constricting and going as dry as a desert. The soft murmur of your soothing voices catches his attention, getting a little closer he can make out what you’re saying just barely.
“I love you. I’m in love with you.“ You softly whisper to yourself, "I’m so stupid, he’s never going to love me.” You reprimand yourself gently, Jason’s heart stutter’s in his chest at the thought of the woman he loved reciprocating those feelings. You quickly turn around and bump into the man you just confessed your feelings for. Suddenly fear bubbles up and blossoms in your chest, sweat forming on your brow, he heard you.
“I love you too.” The softness of his voice is what tickles your ears, maybe it was what he said as well. He loves you, Jason Todd loves- The thought is cut off with the feeling of his lips on yours and you instantly melt under his hold, everything you both had ever said to each other was forgotten and hope took its place. Hope for the future, hope for your relationship.
Summary: (college!au) Where you’ve been with them since pre-school, and now you’re all “grown” up, conveniently going to the same college. There’s a change in dynamic though: a constant, tension-filled loop going on with a broken friendship, but no matter what- there’s always a way back home.
Word Count: 3,115
Pairing: Michael x Reader
Warnings: Alcohol, Swearing, Beer Pong, College Party, (I think that’s it)
“So, how has London been?” Michael tried to
start a conversation.
The atmosphere on the house had been tense
since Lennox yelled to her mother that she would rather have her dead. The
three guys had stayed the night to make sure that nothing happened again; the
only thing they heard the whole night was whimpers and cries. Even some of
Neither Nora nor Lennox had said anything;
they were too busy and mad to do anything. It was actually hell trying to make
them go downstairs for breakfast that morning, but Luke convinced them both and
there they were, all of them sitting with cups of coffee and Lennox with a bowl
Without raising her gaze, Nora played with
the little spoon before answering. “It was good.”
“Sydney is better.” Lennox mumbled. Her
knuckles were turning white for grabbing the spoon with so much strength.
“You’ve only been in Sydney for two days.”
Lennox looked at Nora for the first time since she yelled at her the night
before, and Nora didn’t know if it was good thing or not because something as
simple as a stare was making her body shiver. “Yet I know that I could have
been happier here.”
“If you are so unhappy here, why don’t you
go with Calum?” Nora stood up holding her hands to her chest, an almost
insufferable pain had made its way into her body and she could not shake it
away. “I bet you’ll have more fun with him; hell, you will even love him more
a/n: this is probably gonna be really shitty and cliche but I was inspired by this picture look how cute
You shook the snow from your shoes and clothes as you stepped through the front door, instantly relaxing at the warmth radiating all throughout the house. It had been a tough and long day at work and you were looking forward to coming home to your husband and child.
You were still on maternity leave, but the office really needed you to go in today so you put all of your faith and trust into Ashton that he could handle the newborn on his own.
“Ash? I’m home.” You could hear the sound of cartoons coming through the TV but not the usual babbling coming from your daughter or Ash’s adorable baby voice when he speaks to her. When you walk into the living room, you spot an all black figure curled up in your daughter’s crib. When you get closer, you realize it’s Ashton, sleeping soundly. Your baby girl was wide awake however, looking at her dad’s tattoos on his wrists and pulling at his hair.
“Hey angel, did you have fun with daddy today? Looks like you wore him out.” You picked up your daughter from the crib and went into the kitchen to fix her a bottle.
“Ow fuck!” Moments later, you hear a noise come from the living room, like something- or someone- had fallen. You walk in to see Ash laying on the floor and the crib turned onto its side, your daughter giggling at the sight.
“You know those things are made for babies, not a 6 foot man child.”
“I couldn’t help it, she was just so cute, I wanted to be as close to her as possible.” Ash took her from your arms and started putting her high up in the air, just like she liked. You were so content in that moment, knowing you finally had your own little family.
summary: calum applies to the record shop you work at, seeking forgiveness and, possibly, a second chance.
word count: 2,047
warnings: swearing and mentions of abortion
A wild array of lights leaked through the blinds of your closed window, the sunshine creating lines of brightness throughout your room. The horizontal lights streaked on the floor and through the air, giving attention to the dust particles that flew around. Toxic smoke escaped your lungs into the empty room, creating a small cloud of grey.
You hated it. The cigarette was something that was robbing you of more years to live, but you couldn’t bear to avoid one now. It gave a sense of peace, diverting you briefly from the chaotic mess that was in your mind.
For the past two days, you called in sick for work. You couldn’t handle looking at Calum—it all seemed too much.
All of the thoughts in your head were situated with Calum. You couldn’t believe him, who in their right mind would just show up to their ex girlfriend’s work place? As well as apply for the job in said store? Then, he had the audacity to even talk to you, after all he’d done.