Homie Waited 10 Years Just To Get His Get Back And Gave Up The Championship For It If That Not A Grudge

Homie waited 10 years just to get his get back and gave up the championship for it if that not a grudge idk what is

FINISH THE STORY 2014 → 2024

The beauty of the Era of THRILLER

Mama's boy(s)/girl - Batfam x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : The title says it all, just a few things about the kids and how they’re definitely your babies. 

Just a drabble I suddenly wanted to write. Hope you’ll like this short thing :) :

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“Who’s the biggest “mama’s boy/girl” ?”, was once a question asked to your children during an interview for a local paper.  

Your kids all instantly yelled at the same time : “DAMIAN !!” (including Damian himself, as he said times and times again that being a Mama’s boy was hardly something he’s ashamed of, indeed he’ll happily yell “ME !” to that question. He even takes it as a great win, to be honest), but it wasn’t quite the truth. 

No. No it wasn’t. Because that interviewer only asked them, right ? And that was a mistake. Of course, they’d say Damian. They knew it made their little brother happy, and they knew it was the most obvious answer to anyone who didn’t know their family very well. 

But it wasn’t quite the truth. 

Because if you asked their father, or Alfred, they’d tell you : “It’s literally impossible to rank the one that is the most mama’s boy/girl”. Because they all are. They might not always show it publicly, but man anyone who knows them is just used to them demanding cuddles or asking her things. 

“Moooom ?” was a word often heard yelled across the manor. And if Bruce was nearby, and they wanted to ask something he could totally do for them, they’d still say : “Do you know where mom is ?” 

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THIS SUMMERSLAM COOKEDDDDDDD

10/10 summerslam

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bts reactions: bts finds you unloading the dishwasher

RATING 18+. mature. GENRE crack. smut. WC 1.6k SUMMARY What would happen if each member walked in on you unloading the dishes? WARNINGS cursing. allusions to sex. makeout. grinding. AN thanks to @hobivore for this prompt! if you want to see any other reactions or imagines, my requests are open!

JIN Somehow, somehow, you had poured dish soap into the dishwasher instead of the proper detergent and were now fighting for your life against a tidal wave of suds that spill out of the sides of the machine. Stupid, stupid, you mutter, along with a creative string of curses as you flail through the bubbles. “Honey, I’m home!” Jin calls from the backdoor, arms full of groceries. “Holy fuckballs,” he whispers when he sees you, covered head to toe in white foam. He immediately drops the groceries and rushes to you. As his foot hits the soap, he slips, falling flat on his ass. Your face, once pressed in upset concentration, cracks as a gleeful giggle rushes out of you. “Shit, here—“ You reach for your boyfriend to help him up, but as he grips your arm, he tugs you down into the mess of suds. You land on his chest. “Jin!” The dishwasher is still churning out buckets of foam, and while you’re trying to spit the soapy taste out of your mouth, Jin kisses you. “You’re always such a mess,” he whispers against your lips. “And you taste like lavender. It’s disgusting.” “Then stop kissing me,” you murmur. “Make me,” he grins. 

YOONGI Usually Yoongi’s the one to clean up after dinner, even if he’s the one who cooked too. He always insists. Puts a drink in your hand, forces you to sit down and take a load off. When you complain, he says he doesn’t mind it, though you know he’d much rather be doing something else other than chores. But tonight he’s in bed, sick. When the dishwasher dings, signaling its steamy done-ness, you slip out of the living room to unload it. However, you find a surprising sight before you. Yoongi’s already in the kitchen, taking out a precarious stack of cups. His eyes are weary and his nose reddened from all the tissues. “What are you doing out of bed? You’re supposed to be sleeping.” you say, slipping a hand around his lower back and rubbing a small comforting circle. He smiles sleepily at you. “I wanted to do something nice for you. You know, for taking care of me.” You laugh, taking the cups out of his hand and ushering him back into bed. “You can do something nice for me by going to bed and resting up.” He lets you pull the blanket up to his nose and sniffles. “I love you,” he murmurs in that deep, crackled voice. “I love you too, Yoongi.” 

HOSEOK  You’ve been working from home these days—well, technically your boyfriend Hoseok’s home, where you’ve taken up residence recently. And truly, it’s starting to feel like home, though you’re still not entirely used to the standard of luxury of his apartment. You check your watch. The dishes should be done by now, and you’re having guests over for dinner, so you think you’d better unload it. Since moving in, the two of you have fallen into an easy domestic routine, and you often found yourself competing with him to get chores around the house done first. He was always beating you to it. However, when you wander into the kitchen, in place of the sleek and shiny dishwasher, you find a gaping hole. “Hobi?!” you call anxiously from the entrance to the kitchen. He arrives quickly at your side. “What is it?” he asks nervously. “Where the hell did the dishwasher go?” His gaze relaxes and he chuckles. “Oh. That old thing? I’m replacing it.” “That old thing?” You repeat incredulously back to him. The dishwasher was top of the line and a year old. “It didn’t match the drapes,” he shrugs, like it’s obvious. “Your dishwasher didn’t match the drapes so you’re replacing the dishwasher? And not the drapes?” You struggle to wrap your mind around it. “Yeah?” He looks at you like it’s the most straightforward thing in the world. “Anyways, I already beat you to unloading it.” He pinches your nose, giggles, and runs away into the house. You speed off after him, sliding around in your socks. You tumble into him with a yelp. He pulls you into him, hands cupping your cheeks as your lips meet. 

NAMJOON “Oh my god, stop it!” Namjoon calls, rushing into the kitchen. You jump at his intrusion, nearly dropping the still-warm hand-crafted piece of pottery in your hand. Namjoon liked to fill his house with art. Even his everyday dishware looks like a masterpiece, clay pulled by the best potters in the world and decorated with silky sheens of colorful glaze. You set the bowl down, hand coming to your chest as he stomps towards him. “Jesus, Joon, you scared the shit out of me. What is it?” He reaches you then, hands coming down on your hips, and he stares down at you very seriously. “I don’t want you doing things like that.” “Like what?” “Cleaning my house and shit. That’s not why I keep you around.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. Then, picking up the bowl, he turns. His foot catches on the lowered door of the dishwasher, and you watch in slow motion as the beautiful bowl flies from his hands through the air, and lands with a crash. It shatters into a million rainbow splinters. “Goddamn it. That’s the third one this month,” Namjoon curses. He looks so defeated. You can’t help but laugh at his expression, as you go for the broom. “Here, let me help.” He smiles sheepishly at you. “Thank you, my love.” 

JIMIN You find yourself half-singing a mindless, wandering happy working song as you sort the forks and spoons into their proper drawers. You turn back to the dishwasher and bend over to reach the bottom shelf, stacking some plates in your hand. Someone hums from behind you. You ignore them. When you bend down again, someone whistles. “Now that’s the kind of view that I like,” Jimin’s lilting voice drifts from behind you. “Stop looking at my ass, Jiminie, and come help,” you scold. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He saddles up beside you, and you hand him a stack of bowls to put away. However, when you bend over a third time, you find hands sliding down the seat of your pants, settling in the pockets of your jeans. He gives your ass a little squeeze. “Jimin—“ you say. His thumbs hook into the loops of your belt as he tugs you towards him, your ass meeting his crotch. He grinds into you once, then slides his hand around your belly and up your abdomen, forcing you to stand up straight. You’re pressed so tightly to him, and he sways to the music that spills out of the dining room. “Maybe we can finish the dishes later?” Jimin suggests. “I have a more pressing issue.” He punctuates his words by pressing his cock against you. You can’t help it. You tug him towards the bedroom. 

TAEHYUNG  “I didn’t even know we had a dishwasher,” Taehyung says from the entrance to the kitchen. He leans beside it, the smell of cigarette smoke wafting off of him and mixing with the strong scent of his cologne. He must have just come in off of the balcony. “You barely even have dishes,” you reply, taking the few that you had washed out. His cabinets are surprisingly bare for a man of his status, only holding two plates, a bowl that he used frequently for late night ramen, and an entire drawer of extravagant silverware. Real silverware, with little creatures and vines carved into them. They must have been some kind of gift. “Why would I need dishes when I can sweep you away to any restaurant in the world at the drop of a hat?” He comes up behind you, and, hands sliding around your belly, nuzzles into your neck. You warm at his proximity. “That’s what life is for, isn’t it?” he murmurs. “Enjoyment. Pleasure. Delicacy. Speaking of which.” He takes the plates out of your hand and sets them down on the counter. “Speaking of enjoyment, pleasure, and delicacy—“ He waggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes, laugh, and kiss him.  

JUNGKOOK  Jungkook peeks over your shoulder as you open the dishwasher with the intention of unloading it. You hear him sigh heavily, before turning to find him with his fingers pressing over the crease in his forehead. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you,” Jungkook says and you can hear the disappointment in his voice. In that moment, you know it’s worse for him to be disappointed in you than angry with you. Your face warms with shame. “What?” you ask, entirely confused. “What did I do?” He sighs before answering you: “You loaded the dishes like a psychopath. With absolutely no regard for the public good or human decency.” You can’t help the chortle that forces itself out of you. “Jungkook, what?” You look back at the dishwasher. Sure, you had loaded it willy-nilly but everything is clean and glistening. Still, you note the madness that spirals in Jungkook’s eyes as he takes in the bowls stacked next to the cups and the plates turned sideways. Jungkook pushes past you and begins to unload it himself. “This is why we should just hand wash all our dishes. So we can avoid absolute massacres like this.” 

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Five Senses With Tim Drake (tim x reader)

req: a couple anons and the lovely @glorified-red

check out pt 1 with damian!

this one gets progressively better i think so if sounds is lame give it a chance i just wrote this so i’ll re-read it tmr lolz love you!

Sound: Tim has always said your full name. But, it’s a nickname in the way he lilts through the syllables of your name, the way he smiles into each inflection of a vowel, and how his tone always brightens when your name is on his lips. You didn’t know your name was so versatile, Tim changes the pronunciation of your name to match his feelings of passion, of softness, and everything in between. He keeps your name close to his heart, letting his emotions guide his pronunciation. This is one of the few things guided truly by his heart, not deeply ran by his normal analytical thought and in those small moments no matter where on earth he is, whenever he’s with you he’s authentically himself : ) 

Taste: Tim has never been the best chef. He recently learned to boil water just to bring you questionably made ramen when you’re sick. But slowly, he developed one skill in cooking. Toasting various breads. You see, it’s basically a science and the amount of time needed to toast said bread is repeatable, so all Tim had to do was learn your favorite type of bread and topping and goddammit he’s a chef. Tim always struggled to show he cares, that he’s thinking about you even when it looks like he’s not, but through the tasteless occasionally burned baked good he found a way to communicate these emotions. When he’s working on cases and realizes you haven’t left to eat either, you best believe there’s toast in your future. When you’ve just woken up after a rough night, there’s usually a plate on the side table. You probably got sick of the flavor combination quickly, but it truly is the emotional thought and caring that counts, making that damn loaf put the biggest smile on your face. 

Sight: You get especially lonely when Tim goes on patrol. He can’t really text back (though he tries) and you tend to find yourself missing him the most on the long patrol nights, just praying to any god you can think of that he’s safe. So he started checking in. On those lonely patrol nights you can expect a tap against the window and a domino mask-clad figure waiting for his eyes to meet yours. The relief, the love, and the grin that spreads across your face is what makes his night. Granted, he really screws up your sleep schedule, it’s worth it to get to see your boy in action. Nothing tugs on the heart strings like watching him grapple off into the night, knowing that your boy is doing what he loves and saving lives is truly unimaginable. It’ll always be your favorite sight to see him perched next to your windowsill like the lil robin he is hehehe. 

Smell: You’ve stolen half of Tim’s wardrobe at this point. From Star Labs hoodies to white button ups all the way to his business ties (hmm i wonder for what…) and occasionally a pair of soft sweatpants if you can snatch them out from under him. Tim’s smell is clean and warm, wrapping around you when he cannot. And Tim adores when you wear his clothes. His inner possessive heart loves the idea of you wrapped in his clothes, covered and defended by him just a little extra that day. He likes to know you smell like him, he often steals his clothes back just to return them once he’s worn them in a couple more times, enjoying the grin that flashes on your face when he hands you a new deliciously Tim-scented sweater to wear for the next week. 

Touch: For Tim, no touch is as comforting as yours. Most memorably, the way you rush into his arms after a long mission or scary patrol. There’s truly nothing like scooping you up while he presses you to his chest with all the strength he can use, feeling the way your shaky hands snake behind his back as you clutch onto him like he’s your lifeline. He always buries his head in the crook of your neck, whispering comforts like “I’m here, I’m here, no I’ll never leave again I promise” occasionally turning his head to press slow kisses on your neck. Tim’s hugs are magical, his long lashes brushing the side of your neck while his thumb rubs little circles on your skin, giving you the caring touch you’d been craving for far too long. When he finally lets you go his hand clasps yours. Giving you the squeeze that you’ve missed for so long.

*squeeze* I *squeeze* love *squeeze* you. <3

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