#NEW YEARS EVE PARTY
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shutinthenutouse · 1 year ago
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butwhyduh · 1 year ago
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Another Year’s End
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Summary: New Year’s Eve was never boring. This is told through multiple perspectives. Cuts between each individual. The only warning is fire.
Jason x reader
It was honestly hard to believe that you were currently living in a penthouse overlooking the glittering side of Gotham. You had moved out of a lace that should have probably been condemned with a broken heater and leaky windows and non-existent air conditioner in summer.
It had been an interesting year, as you were learning all of them were being connected to the bat family. Jason was currently asleep on the couch nursing a broken arm in a new sling Alfred had fashioned only a few days previous. You had practically forced him to take pain medication this morning because he was almost in tears while trying to cook.
Now you could get ready in peace. You could never get used to turning on the bathroom heater while walking comfortably on heated marble floors before stepping into a massive shower bigger than your old bathroom. You had a row of soaps and could turn without knocking a single one over. It was an everything shower so upon leaving the bathroom hours later, you felt like a new person.
Jason was up and moving in the bedroom. He was pulling clothing out of the fancy side of his closet. You also now had a fancy side of the closet. Jason had no less than 5 different ties laying in front of him and 2 different jackets.
“Which one for tonight. These are the pants and shoes,” Jason said without turning. You could never be silent enough to trick him.
“This jacket and one of these two ties,” you said after a minute. You held both ties up to his chest. Jason had a silly little half smile on his face as you looked at them both. “This one. Brings out your eyes.”
“Were you just using that as an excuse to stare into my eyes?” He teased.
“Of course.”
“We’ve got about an hour before we go. I’ve still got to shave and probably shower-“
“Definitely shower,” you corrected. “Do you need help covering your cast?”
“How about joining me and helping me wash my back,” he said with a glimmer in his eyes.
“Not even close. I just dried my hair,” you replied. “After the party,” you added with a wink.
“Hmm,” he replied before going to the bathroom.
You moved to the fancy side of your closet and looked at the clothing Jason had bought you over the past year. He didn’t tell you how he got paid so much more and you didn’t ask. You paused for a second. Were you basically a mob wife just enjoying the money brought in from nefarious activities without a thought?
Jason singing from the bathroom broke your thoughts and you continued on getting dressed. No, he wasn’t working as a crime lord anymore. (Your parents would probably love to hear that one.) not to mention you had a thought that Bruce was giving Jason anything he wanted to have a better relationship.
“The red one,” Jason said and you jumped. He stuck his head around the corner of the bathroom. “Please?”
“Sure. Finish your shower and don’t get the floor all wet,” you chuffed. He grinned before going back in the bathroom. It was only a few minutes later that he came out dressed in only a towel. You tried to ignore how ridiculously fit he was, it really didn’t matter how many times you saw it, he was distracting.
“Zip me up?” You asked. He nodded and kissed the back of your neck before slowly pulling the zipper up your spine. You could feel goosebumps forming. That was before he comically grabbed your ass. “Jay!”
He shrugged before tossing you your jacket. “Couldn’t resist.”
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Dick x reader (different character)
Dick was running late. His fiancé was all dressed and he was running out the doors of the precinct to the Porsche.
“No, no, no,” he gasped as he saw the yellow boot on a tire. Yeah, he double parked but he was just dropping something off. Dick looked around and saw no one. It wasn’t his proudest moment but he pulled out a set of lock picks and took the boot off. That took him 5 more minutes behind.
He drove like he stole it while haphazardly throwing off his normal jacket to put on his fancy evening jacket. Trying to put a tie on one handed while speeding on the highway was not easy. You called him as he passed a cop car.
“Fuck!” He said.
“Excuse me?” You answered.
“No, I’m getting pulled over,” he said as the familiar red and blue lights shines behind him.
“Wow. We were supposed to leave 15 minutes ago,” you reminded him. He cringed.
“Yeah, give me like 10 minutes and I’ll be there,” he promised. You hummed a reply before hanging up.
A cop came up to the window and Dick answered with his badge out. “Sorry officer. GCPD business.”
The cop stared at his badge uncomfortably long before nodding. “Be safe.”
Dick showed up to the apartment a little frazzled but otherwise okay. You met him at the car. You took one look at his tie before reaching over to fix it. It was atrocious. You also fussed with his hair a bit.
The drive over wasn’t bad. It was dry and the roads had been cleared of snow recently. And Wayne manor was as glittery and fancy as always. Other people had long since arrived and you both avoided the crowds by coming in the serving entrance.
“Oh hi,” you said to Jason and his girlfriend who were coming in at the same time. “I’m glad we’re not the only ones a little late.”
“Fashionably late,” Jason replied. “Jesus, Dick. What did you do to your collar?” Jason reached over and straightened it.
“I came straight from work. Alright now?”
“Yeah you’re fine. Have you seen Tim?”
“Didn’t see his car,” Dick replied. The ballroom was packed as usual with Gotham’s richest and most influential. The colors this year were rose gold and bright diamond. In fact, there was a display of some of Gotham Museum’s finest diamonds to one side. They were donated for the night after Bruce’s ridiculously high yearly donation. On the opposite side sat a huge Christmas tree decorated with what looked like more glittering gold and diamonds.
Security was posted all around but to Dick, there was far too many people for the few guards. Bruce was to the side of the display with Selina. They were quite the pair with her long black dress with an impossibly high slit and his perfectly tailored suit. He seemed happy and relaxed but Dick knew that could be an act.
“I found Damian,” you called. Damian was sitting with his date at a table towards a back corner. He was wearing a turtleneck with a blazer and his date wore a nice sweater over her dress. They looked cute and more importantly warm, you thought. You wished that you had thought to wear a jacket. You weaved your way to the pair.
“Hey!” Dick said to Damian before forcing the boy into a hug. “How are you?” He hugged Damian’s girlfriend as well.
“There isn’t enough security. I told Father,” Damian replied. Secretly Dick agreed.
“You worry too much. Have you seen Tim?”
“Not yet,” Damian replied. “I don’t know why we insist on having balls here.”
“Preaching to the choir, kid. Let’s go get some drinks,” Jason said to his date.
“You can’t have alcohol with pain meds,” she reminded him and he grumbled while pulling on his cast.
Dick grinned at you while mouthing ‘good luck.’ Telling Jason no was like it’s own extreme sport. You sat next to Dick and grabbed a pair of champagne glasses from the waiter carrying a tray. Dick looked at his watch with a frown.
“You haven’t heard anything from Tim? He’s usually timely,” Dick asked Damian.
“He mentioned something about checking out a case before the gala. I’m not my brother’s keeper,” he replied.
“That’s what Cain said about Abel after he killed him,” Dick replied dryly. You smacked his arm at the snark.
“I didn’t kill him if that’s what you mean,” Damian replied.
“I wasn’t-“
“I would have done it long ago if I wanted to. He probably forgot about the gala with how wrapped up in the case he was,” Damian replied. Dick sighed.
“I’m sure you’re right. Want to dance?” he asked you. You took his arm and let him lead you to the dance floor. Dick was a fantastic dancer. The song was slow and he pulled you close to sway with the music.
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Tim x reader (different reader)
“Timothy Drake please answer the damn phone,” you grumbled as it once again went to voicemail. You had called him 5 times and texted him many more than that. You had gone from mad that he was running late to concerned something happened. Dick’s girlfriend had texted you asking where you both were. You hadn’t responded.
You heard a clattering in the bathroom and you ran to see Tim dressed in his Red Robin suit slide into the window on fall to the floor.
“Tim!” You gasped and tan over to him. He yanked his hood off. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah just late,” he said before standing up too quickly and swaying. You grabbed him to steady him. He started walking to the bedroom. He grabbed a suit and started stripping off his costume. He had a fresh red bruise forming on his side.
“Were you really fighting right before a gala?”
“There’s a case. I’ve almost got it. Met some thugs. Nothing to worry about,” he said while moving to jump in the shower. Normally Tim was much more private than this. It was weird.
“Are you hurt? That bruise looks painful.”
“I’ll be fine. You want to drive?” He asked. He quickly showered and brushed his hair and threw on the suit in record time with practiced ease.
“I guess I can drive,” you said after a minute.
Ten minutes later you parked by the side entrance to a party in full swing. There’s something very intimidating about going to a fancy party in Gotham. You’ve always gotten the vibe that anything could happen at anytime and danger was one step off. Tonight the thought was even greater.
Tim just wasn’t himself as he pulled you into the building. He was a little less refined and a little clumsier.
“Tim, what is going on?” You asked.
“Nothing. We’re just late,” he said.
“Well maybe don’t drag me around when I’m in heels. I almost fell down,” you chided. He sighed.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Let’s go inside, okay?”
“Yeah,” you replied softer.
The glittering gold and diamonds were blinding and the building was incredibly full of people. You weaved through the crowd. You held Tim’s hand tightly in fear of losing him.
“Let’s dance,” he said and that’s when you knew something was wrong. He usually needed at least a full glass of champagne before dancing. You let him guide you to the dance floor. He was sloppy and you had to pull him back a few times as he almost hit people with his wild movements. He looked drunk and seemed to be less coordinated by the minute.
You saw Dick and his fiancé dancing and steered Tim towards them. They were dancing beautifully and you regretted interrupting them.
“Dick!” You called out. He turned to see you and Tim dancing. He smiled.
“Already a glass deep, I see,” he teased Tim.
“No, he’s not,” you said, worried. Dick’s brow furrowed.
“I’m fine,” Tim replied but Dick had already seen the sloppy movement and slower reaction timing.
“Why don’t we get a seat,” Dick replied. He mouth a ‘sorry’ to his date. The four of you moved to a table. “Buddy have you had anything to drink tonight?”
“No and I don’t like the accusation that I have,” Tim replied.
“Okay I believe you,” Dick said. He asked you a bunch of questions and tried to ask Tim who was becoming less coherent by the minute.
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Damian x reader
“Sorry, I am in a poor mood. I just haven’t slept in 31 hours,” Damian admitted after you grew angry at his attitude.
“Why not?” You asked.
“There’s a case that I have been helping Drake with. We’ve been taking turns with surveillance. I didn’t have time to take a nap. I’ll be fine. A few hours shouldn’t be a problem,” he said confidently.
“We don’t have to stay at this party,” you replied. “Seriously if you need to sleep.”
“No Father needs me here. He needs someone watching after him,” Damian replied while looking around the room.
“Don’t you ever get tired of it, caring for everyone?” You asked gently. “Are you going to watch after your father forever?”
Damian suddenly stopped his surveillance and looked over at you. “I’m sorry. This case is getting to me. There’s… a lot on the line.”
“Like what?”
“Drake thinks there’s trafficking involved. A new drug to low inhibition,” he practically whispered. “I can’t really talk about it.”
“Take the night off. It’ll be there tomorrow,” you retorted with a smile. Damian nodded. “Do you want to get some snacks?”
“Sure,” he replied before grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd. As Damian walked towards the drink station, his relatively new height afforded him the ability to see over many guests. He spotted Dick fussing over Tim. Damian immediately pulled you towards them.
Just as Damian was arriving at the table, down from them around the Christmas tree, a group of older men lit cigars as they talked business. Jason and his girlfriend happened to be nearby. Jason wanted to quit smoking, he really did. But the fact that they were lighting up as he was quite stressed about the event was hard to ignore. He pulled his cigarettes from his jacket pocket despite his partners protest.
“Can I get a light?” He asked.
At the tables Tim was becoming angry at the concern the others had for him. He suddenly stood up and stormed off towards the tree. His arms swinging wildly as his balance was compromised. And fate for Bruce Wayne had never been kind. Because just as Jason was lighting a match to light up his cigarette, Tim Drake crashed straight into him and directly into the Christmas tree.
Jason jumped back with a yell in pain as his injured arm was jostled but the damage had been done. The tree that Alfred had bought a month previous and had painstakingly decorated with glittering bobbles and dried flowers went up in flames. The tree was incredible flammable.
Tim froze as he looked at the sudden bonfire. Jason dragged him away as the heat seared the air. Screaming could be heard all around and the mass of bodies scrambled for the exits. You froze in fear as the flames tickled the streamers hung from the ceiling.
“We need to leave,” Dick said. “Go to that exit,” he pointed. “I’m going to help them.”
“I’ll come too,” Damian said.
“No, get them out,” Dick commanded. Dimly they could hear Bruce announce something over the loud speakers. Chaos ensued especially around the diamond display. Damian grabbed your hand and you grabbed Dick’s fiancés hand who grabbed Tim’s girlfriend’s hand and the four of you made towards the exit. Bodies pressed all around as people panicked. Your ears rang from the screaming your lungs began to burn from the smoke.
Across the room Dick had just barely made it to Tim and Jason and Jason’s girlfriend. The pair were trying to drag Tim towards an exit with no luck. Jason was furious that he couldn’t use one arm. Dick simply scooped Tim up fireman style before marching towards an exit.
The sprinkler system finally kicked in. The fire remained on the tree but any spread was quickly stopped.
You shivered in the cold Gotham air outside the ballroom. People ran to their cars or stood watching as the tree continued to burn. Damian pulled off his jacket to wrap around your shoulders.
“Thanks,” you replied and he pulled you into a hug.
Tim’s girlfriend paced and stared at the exits hoping they would come out soon. “I don’t understand what is going on with him. Tim was not himself.”
“They’ll be out soon,” Dick’s fiancé replied. She looked terrified. Jason was injured and Tim was altered and there were so many civilians. Dick would try to get everyone out.
Fire trucks sounded in the distance as they raced towards the manor. Black smoke billowed out the doors and obscured any view. Inside was chaos as the sprinklers flooded the room. Dick finally made it to an exit and all but tossed Tim on the lawn before running back in to help others.
“I see Tim!” You cried and his girlfriend ran over to him. Visibly uninjured but very altered Tim sat on the grass in a daze.
“Are you okay?” His girlfriend asked and before he could respond, he vomited on the grass. It was electric green and Tim seemed to sag in relief.
“That’s something,” you replied.
“Yes, I think it’s our mysterious substance from the case,” Damian replied.
The last of the people had filtered out of the building and the fire had dimmed down. The firefighters quickly put it out. Dick and Jason and his girlfriend came out finally. Alfred found the group and sighed in relief.
“Thank heavens,” he said. “Let’s get you lot inside.”
They walked to the opposite side of the manor that wasn’t damaged by the smoke and moved into an informal den. Bruce and Selina soon joined them.
“There’s a problem,” Bruce started.
“Other than the fire,” Dick asked.
“And Tim?” Jason added.
“Yes, someone stole about 100 million dollars in diamonds tonight and the drug you were tracing made it’s way into the party tonight. This is now an open investigation,” Bruce said.
“Happy New Years,” Tim said from the couch as the clock struck midnight.
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so-scarlett-maroon · 10 months ago
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Entering the New Year: A Smutty Harmony One-Shot
Entering the New Year - So_scarlett_maroon - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
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I wrote this for the Devious & Diverse New Year 2024 Fest hosted by @kinksofknockturnalley. The prompt was on the patio just outside the party. And needed to include at least one kink and some body positivity.
Those prompts led me to roommates, plus size Hermione exhibition kink fic.
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debdarkpetal · 1 year ago
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Happy New Year 🥂
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usnatarchives · 2 years ago
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(Don’t) PARTY LIKE IT'S 1918!
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Enemy Activities - German Revolution, War Department, World War I Photographs, 1917-1918, NARA ID 31478385.
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From our online catalog, emphasis added: The photographic files of the Historical Branch, War Plans Division, War Department General Staff were assembled by the Committee for Public Information and considered to be the “Unofficial Collection of World War I Photographs"... Some of the photographs depict the unity of the nation and how overwhelming the war effort was.
In contrast, U.S. Army officers on New Year's Day 1919:
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Staff Officers of 5th Army Corps Hq. On New Years Day with Major Gen. C.P. Summerall who gave a New Year’s party to his staff. NARA ID 86709262.
Related: See highlights from  curator Bruce Bustard’s incredible Spirited Republic National Archives exhibit. 
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rottpoppart · 2 years ago
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doodled some grown men
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I definitely need to remember to post here instead of just on Instagram oops but if you want to support me u can purchase this illustration on my RedBubble store :)) thank you!
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hollistercrowley · 1 year ago
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New Year's 2024 wallpaper (late release)
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tellmeamiley · 2 years ago
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reblog or like if saving
don’t repost it
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double-dare-designs · 1 year ago
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Happy New Year
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botanistar · 2 years ago
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New Years Eve
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shutinthenutouse · 1 year ago
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haute-lifestyle-com · 20 days ago
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AREA15, the pulse-pounding hub of experiential art and entertainment located minutes from the Las Vegas Strip, announces it is transforming into the ultimate masquerade experience this New Year's Eve and will transform into interconnected, themed ballrooms
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cocoelle · 4 months ago
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Morgan: What are you doing hun? We need to get everything ready, you'll be drunk before they get here if you keep drinking.
Kane: Don't worry babe I'm just having a quick drink then I'll help you get everything ready ok?
Morgan: Ok, but make it quick.
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Morgan: That sounds amazing, I love it when you play.
Rocco: Sounds great bro!
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TV Announcer: 5 4 3 2 1 Happy New Year Willow Creek!
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laurasjoys · 1 year ago
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baby sister fell asleep like this 😭
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xnnews · 1 year ago
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Countdown New years Eve party cancellation.
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rudelounge · 1 year ago
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RUDE Lounge Disco Carnival: The Ultimate New Year's Eve Bash
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Step into a world of glittering disco beats and carnival magic at RUDE Lounge New Year party. Unforgettable moments, family-friendly revelry.
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