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This is real boyfriend!material 💯 😳 👌🏿

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is dating Vinnie and is super positive and nice to everyone, but people tend to take advantage of her so Vinnie and her friends get protective of her when people try to take advantage of her kindness. My friends are really protective of me and thought that would be so cute! Thank you so much!! 💕

a.n. hi!! i’m sorry this took me so long to get out. i had started this before i left for vacation but never had the chance to finish it. i hope you like what i came up with! i loved this concept, thank you for sending it in <3 this is something i relate to so much, so writing it and having someone like vinnie be so protective over the reader is just 🥺🥺 i want that, please universe. i’m begging

sweetheart || vinnie hacker x reader

it was a known fact that you were an extremely positive person, and nine times out of ten, the kindest person in the room.

vinnie and the rest of your friends absolutely adored you for it. you were the sunshine they needed when times were tough. aiding them with a shoulder to cry on when need be, and the best advice anyone could ever give. 

vinnie always swore you were an angel sent from heaven above.

while your friends never took your love and kindness for granted, there were a lot of others that did. people could clock your sweetness from a mile away, and in a place like l.a., they became greedy using you for it.

you didn't notice it as much, always wanting to see the best in people. but those closest to you, especially vinnie for that matter, would immediately detect when someone was taking advantage of your kindhearted ways and get super protective.

being in the influencer space, everyone and their mothers was searching for the next best clickbait to use on their upcoming posts. whether it was a person, scandal, or simply just a trendy product, nothing was off the table. you watched a lot of people lose their morals when given an ounce of fame.

with you and vinnie deemed the internet’s favorite couple, you had been receiving quite a bit of attention that other creators either envied, or saw as money signs. everyone knew a glimpse of you in their newest tiktok or vlog would gain them millions of views and a few extra bucks.

you didn’t like filming with those outside of your inner circle because of how shy and overwhelmed you got around new faces. but, being the people pleaser you were, you couldn’t say no when more and more creators coincidentally started asking you to collab.

you didn’t mind at first, it actually wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be and the people were nice enough.

you didn’t take notice to how much of a toll these collabs were taking on your mental health, thinking you were just tired due to the long filming hours you weren’t well acquainted with. but vinnie noticed. he saw how mentally drained you were each and every night coming home from filming with yet another “friend”. he clocked how little energy you had to do anything other than sleep. he had never seen you so unlike yourself, and he knew the exact reason behind it.

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the following morning, he heard you moving around the room earlier than ever before. the sun was barely up, where could you possibly have to go? he thought to himself.

“baby, what are you doing up so early? come back to bed.” he grumbled, making grabby hands towards you.

“i can’t vin. i have to go meet (influencer name). she has a bunch of stuff to do today so this was the only time she could film.”

ah of course, yet another person making you form to their schedule, not even bothering to ask how that worked for you. not that it mattered, you were to sweet to ever mutter the word “no” to anyone.

he could hear the grogginess in your voice, you were exhausted. not to mention the bags under your eyes that not even layers of concealer could hide. he hated what you were doing to yourself. no, he hated what your so called friends were making you do this to yourself, clearly taking advantage of your kindness, although you would never see it that way.

he made his way out of your shared bed, quickly throwing on a pair of pants and a hoodie that had been previously discarded on the floor the night before.

you watched him confused. “vin what are you doing? go back to sleep, it’s early and you look tired.”

he dismissed your request, grabbing his keys and wallet from the bedside table before heading towards the door. “i’m coming with you.”

“what? vin you don’t have to do that. it’ll be boring,” you paused before continuing, “i mean don’t get me wrong, i would love for you to come but you should stay here and sleep. i don’t want you to be tired for stream later.” you attempted to counter, but vinnie already had his mind made up and nothing you could say would change that.

“it’s fine, baby. if i go, i can help anywhere you need and then we can come home sooner and both get some rest.” plus he could stand up for you against whatever entitled youtuber you would be filming beside today, but he of course wouldn’t admit that part out loud.

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an hour later vinnie was sat quietly fuming while he watched you be bossed around by a girl he didn’t even bother to remember’s name.

“ugh, i forgot to grab the mic. can you go get it for me y/n? it’s in the other room.”

“i think the camera is too close. can you move it back for me?” “…a little closer than that.”

“wait this isn’t my good side, switch with me?”

the demands went on and on, you obliging to every last one of them.

vinnie was trying hard to hold back from screaming at this girl for taking advantage of you. he knew the cameras were rolling and the last thing he needed was for this girl to edit the footage, making vinnie look like the bad guy and ultimately getting more clickbait and money off the couple, just like she was desperate for.

so he remained quiet, hoping things would cool off once you began filming. however, that ended up being far from the truth.

every last question the girl asked you for the video was about your relationship with vinnie, some of which were very much intruding and personal. vinnie could tell you were growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute.

he knew how insecure you felt about people only ever caring about you for your relationship and connection to tiktok’s favorite boy, never bothering to ask about you or your own career.

he couldn’t watch this any longer.

abruptly standing up, which caught the attention of both you and the bitch girl sitting next to you, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up and out of the room to leave immediately.

“what the hell? where are you going?” the girl yelled.

vinnie switched the camera off before responding. “i’ve been sitting here all morning watching you boss around my girlfriend like you don’t have perfectly capable arms and legs to do shit for yourself if you just got off your lazy ass for once. and i’m sorry but i am not going to let that fly. y/n doesn’t owe you anything. in fact she did this as a favor to you considering you were the one begging for a collab. so i don’t know who you think you are treating her like she’s your fucking slave or something. and if you had any decency, you would realize everything you were asking her was clearly making her uncomfortable. you do know she is her own person right? there is so much more to her than our relationship. and if you can’t realize that, then you don’t get to use her for your own “clout” or whatever it is your after.”

the silence following vinnie’s rant was so loud, you could hear a pin drop.

the girl in front of you looked shocked, almost like she was on the verge of tears. clearly she was used to always getting her way and no one ever speaking to her in such a tone, no matter how many times she probably deserved it.

you stared at vinnie in awe. deep down you knew everything he said was true and you appreciated how he instantly came to your defense, saying everything you were too nice to even think, not caring who’s feelings he hurt as long as his girl was protected.

you could tell his mind was running a million miles per minute so you hastily dragged him out of there before he absolutely lost his shit on the girl, knowing it was soon coming.

once you made it out of the apartment and to vinnie’s car, you paused, pulling him to stand in front of you, seeing the anger still present on his face. 

you tilted your head up to face him, moving your hands to stroke his cheeks, feeling him visibly relax at your touch. “breathe, baby, i need you to breathe for me. everything’s okay. i’m okay, i promise. i just need you to relax.” you spoke softly, trying to further calm him.

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m sorry i yelled, i know how much you hate that. it’s just, it made me so angry seeing the way she was treating you, baby. you don’t deserve that. is this how it always is when you film with these people?” he questioned, worried that this was something you had to go through on the daily and he was only just now doing something about it.

you only nodded in response, tears flooding from your eyes, embarrassed that you constantly let everyone walk all over you. ashamed that you could never speak up for yourself, and most likely never would have if vinnie didn’t do it for you.

“fuck. i’m so sorry, baby. you shouldn’t of had to go through all that. i saw how drained you were, i should have been there sooner, said something sooner.”

“it’s not your fault, vin. you have no reason to apologize. i should have spoken up for myself. i don’t know why i can’t do it, i had ever reason to say something, but every time i would get too scared. like i would hurt their feelings, but instead i just let them hurt mine. i’m embarrassed that you even had to see that. god, i’m such a wimp.”

“hey, hey, hey. don’t get down on yourself for that. it only means that your a better, kinder person than they could ever be, okay? you are by far the sweetest person i have ever met and that is one of the reasons i love you. don’t ever think of that as a fault. the fact that you can stay this sweet amongst all the evil of this city and this industry is an amazing thing. never forget that, darling.” vinnie reassured you.

he looked down at you with so much love in his eyes, you knew everything he was saying was honest. and you fell deeper in love with him for it.

“thank you, vin. i love you so much.”

“not as much as i love you, sweetheart.”

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇;

➵ sung jinwoo x f!reader ➵ 18+ only, minors dni ➵ contents: jinwoo doesn’t seem to like your new pet name for him. until he really, really does. ➵ warnings: creampie, overstimulation

it starts out innocently enough at first.

“help me with this?” jinwoo comes to a stop behind you in the kitchen. turning you shake your head with a fond smile when you see him tilting his head back, exposing the long line of his neck where his tie dangles. it’s ruffled enough that you can tell he tried to knot it multiple times in vain. you’ve shown him countless times how to do it, but for all his talents, he never gets it right. you have a strong suspicion he might be doing it on purpose though, with how he likes standing so close to you whenever you’re working on it, his hands brushing your sides and hips pressing into yours. you let out a quiet laugh and set down the dishes to dry off your hands. 

“yes, my king.”

the look jinwoo shoots down at you is amusing- one of mild surprise and exasperation. but he must chalk it off to you just poking fun at his relationship with beru because he doesn’t do anything. and when you finish, giving his chest a pat and kissing his jaw, he just heads off to his meeting with yoonho and jongin without another word. he probably didn’t think it would turn into anything more.

until, of course, it does.

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@hollandsangel 💖🙌🏿

hey! can you please write a dad!tom where reader takes the kids to visit him on set??

please i can picture this so vividly he'd be so happy :(

“did you see that, mommy?” your son asks, voice disbeliving and eyes wide, “that man was in a real plane!!” you smile down at the messy head of curls, looking in the direction he’s pointing.

“it’s cool isn’t it, baby,” you say, looking to your other side where you daughter is clinging to two of your fingers.

“where’s daddy?” she asks, staring at her sneakers as they light up with each step she takes.

“he’s on stage 26, can you see the number 26 around anywhere?” you ask the kids, giving both their hands a little squeeze when they both shoot up to look for the number. your daughter is a bit too young to really understand the concept of numbers, but you know she’ll be excited all the same. she’s like a shadow to her older brother.

“there, mommy! i see it!” he calls excitedly, tugging on your hand and beaming as he points at the large numbers painted on the wall. 

“i don’t see it,” your little girl pouts, her lip wobbling as she frantically looks around, “i don’t see daddy,”

“here, babygirl,” you lift her up, her little body fitting right against the curve of your waist, “we can’t see daddy just yet, but that’s where he is,” you explain, turning to face her to watch her lips turn into a smile. she has tom’s smile.

“can we go, mommy?” you feel your son tug on the hem of your shirt, and when you look down at him he is the striking image of his father.

“yeah,” you nod, offering him your hand, “let’s go.”

“right, so you’ll jump here for the shot, and after we’ll harness you up and get the shot of you ‘falling,’ sound good?” tom nods at his director, his arms folded in concentration.

you try to keep your son close to you, but he wriggles his hand out of yours and sprints forward the second he sees his dad. you try calling after him, but he’s on a mission, and soon enough, your daughter slides her way out of your arms and follows after her brother.

“daddy!” a little voice calls out, and tom’s arms unfold as he turns toward the source of the sound, the sight of his children running towards him one sweet enough to make his teeth ache.

“hey!” he grins. he beams. you watch as he crouches down and opens his arms, nearly falling over with the force in which the two little ones run into him. you can’t help but smile too, watching the three of them giggle. “what are you guys doing here, huh?” he asks once he finally pulls away, “where’s mum?”

“we wanted to come visit you!” and “mommy’s over there!” comes as a jumbled response from both kids at the same time as you walk towards them, catching tom’s smile up at you.

“hello, darling,” he says, still kneeling on the ground with his son and daughter holding him tight.

you lean down and offer him a kiss, earring a corus of ‘ewww’s’ from the two, and a few chuckles from some of the crew members. “hi, hope now’s an okay time,” you squeeze tom’s shoulder, and he rests his hand over yours.

“always, always got time for my three favourite people,” he turns back to the kids, winking.

Surfer!Tom 31 and 11 pleasee

I am in my surfer Tom era so this is perfect! Hope you enjoy it love! Just a reminder, even though I am doing Wipeout rn, Summer of Love is still going on as well so you can still send in requests for that if you'd like. Love you guys xx

Old Flings

11 - Playing beach volleyball

31 -  Running into your summer fling for the second summer in a row

Pairing: Surfer!Tom x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety

Summary: You and Tom run into an old fling

Regular Masterlist

Summer of Love Prompts

Summer of Love Masterlist

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Tom leaned back on his surfboard while he watched Harrison ride in on a large wave. It was a gorgeous day, the waves were perfect, and a light breeze cut through the heat on the shore. Naturally the entire beach was packed, but you and your friends had arrived early enough to stake claim in a small piece of land near one of the beach volleyball pits. That was where you were, Tom could just barely make out your figure from where he sat. He had no idea who was winning the game, but you appeared to be having fun.

“Tom stop gawking, you're supposed to catch the next wave,” one of his friends snickered at his side.

Tom rolled his eyes and got ready to grab the next wave. He spotted you again as he was riding in, talking with some boys he didn’t recognize. There were still plenty of people Tom didn’t know in town, but he definitely knew all the people you hung out with. The last thing Tom wanted was for some guys to hit on you and make you uncomfortable while you were trying to enjoy your time with your friends. He was hyper focused on you while he rode in, trying to make out whether or not they were making you uncomfortable.

“Nice ride,” Harrison complimented as Tom fell off his wave beside him.

“Yeah, thanks, I’m gonna head in for a few,” Tom started paddling in, not taking his eyes off you for a second.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Harrison paddled after him with a confused frown.

“I think those guys are bugging (y/n),” he nodded towards the shore.

“Ah,” Harrison smirked, “Sure they’re bugging her and not you?”

“Dude she’s my girlfriend, I’m not gonna let some weirdos hit on her,” Tom rolled his eyes and hopped off his board.

He ripped the leash on his ankle off and set his board down by his things before he went jogging towards you. The two boys looked similar, brothers if he had to guess. They were both tall and slim, with shaggy black hair and big smiles. It seemed like the rest of your friends knew them as well, which did ease his nerves a bit. Tom wrapped his arm around you as he joined you and pressed a long kiss to your cheek.

“Hey baby,” he purred, “Who’s this?”

“Tommy you're all wet,” you giggled as you pushed him off of you, “This is Cole, and his brother Gage. Guys, this is my boyfriend, Tom.”

Tom knit his brows, the name Cole sounded familiar, he swore he’d heard you mention him before.

“Nice to meet you,” Tom smiled politely and extended his hand as he tried to remember who he was.

“You too,” Cole shook his hand, followed quickly by his brother.

As they shook hands it clicked for Tom. Cole was the name of an old summer fling of yours, the last guy you’d been with before you met Tom. Instantly his stomach flipped and he stood up a little taller. He knew it was nothing more than a simple summer fling, that it was nowhere near a real relationship, but it still made him uncomfortable.

“They’re dad lives around here so they come down most summers,” you explained.

“Oh, cool,” Tom placed his arm on your back again, making sure that his body was flush with yours, “Well I just came up to see if you’ve got room on your team for me love, I think I’m all done in the water for today.”

“Yay,” you beamed happily at him, “There’s always room for you Tommy.”

Tom smiled and kissed your cheek again, “Perfect.”

“Cole, Gage, you guys should play a couple rounds with us,” one of your friends butted in.

Tom was confused because he was sure that she liked him, and he was also sure that she knew about your history with Cole. He pulled you a little closer to him and prayed they’d be busy or just say no.

“That sounds fun,” Gage beamed, “If it’s cool with you Cole.”

Cole nodded, “Totally, I don’t think I’ll be much help though.”

“Well in that case I’ll take Gage,” your friend beamed at you from the other side of the net.

You held her gaze for a minute before nodding, “Well I’ve got Tommy on my team, so I’m still gonna win.”

Tom felt secure in your relationship, you’d just had your six month anniversary and things were going great for you two. He loved you, and he knew you loved him too, but playing volleyball with your old fling was more than enough to make him insecure. It didn’t matter what he told himself or how he tried to frame it, it just made him uncomfortable. He was left wondering now too if your friend for some reason thought Cole was a better match for you than he was, and if she thought that she probably wasn’t the only one. What if all your friends thought Cole was better for you?

“I’m gonna grab some water before we start,” Tom squeezed your waist before stepping away from you.

“Oh, good call,” you followed after him with a smile, “I’m starting to get hungry too. Maybe after this round we could go grab some lunch?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

A frown came to your lips as he reached down for his water bottle, “Is everything okay Tommy?”

Tom bit his cheek and took a big gulp from his water bottle. He wasn’t sure if he should tell you how he was feeling or not. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was overly jealous or possessive, so he just shook his head. It was just one quick round of volleyball, he could suffer through one volleyball game.

“Of course darling, just a bit dehydrated,” he assured you.

“Are you sure you want to play then?” you knit your brows in concern.

He nodded, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

“Alright, but you know if you're not feeling good or something we can totally leave,” you squeezed his arm, “I don’t mind at all.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, “Don’t worry about me, I just needed a little water.”

“Okay,” your lips returned to a smile and you gave him another quick kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiled back at you.

The small shared moment with you was enough to calm his nerves for a while, at least until the game started. Tom was positioned behind you, and Cole was next to you, a little too close if you asked Tom. Tom couldn’t hear what you two were talking about when the game started, but Cole was making you laugh, and Tom didn’t like that. Cole, despite having said he wouldn’t be much help, proved to be a pretty decent volleyball player. He kept setting up perfect spikes for you, and when you scored he would cheer and congratulate you.

They were perfectly friendly and normal interactions, and truly Tom was only bothered because he knew your history together. It wasn’t even like you were ignoring Tom either, you made every effort to joke around with him and cheer for him while you played. Tom was just uncomfortable, and everytime you interacted with Cole it made it worse. He felt insecure, and it was turning the whole day into a nightmare, but you were having so much fun, and he just couldn’t bring himself to ruin that for you. So he kept playing, growing quieter and quieter as the game went on. By the end of the game he wasn’t giving anything beyond a one word reply or a simple nod.

It was obvious to you that something was wrong. So as soon as your game wrapped up you rushed right to his side so you two could leave, and you could figure out why he was acting so strange.

“Are you sure you can’t stay for another round?” one of your friends pouted.

You nodded and looped your arm through Tom’s, “Yeah, I’m pretty starved. Maybe we’ll come back after we grab some lunch though.”

Tom couldn’t have been more grateful for how eager you seemed to leave. He felt exhausted, he couldn’t wait to get home.

“Alright, well have fun, text us,” your friend pulled you in for a quick hug while Tom began packing up your things.

“I will,” you promised before turning to Cole, “It was good to see you again.”

“You too,” he smiled and pulled you into a hug, “Hopefully we’ll run into each other again before I head home.”

That was the final straw for Tom, he could handle everything else but not a hug and him hoping to see you again. He gripped the surfboard under his arm and gritted his teeth, “I’m gonna go start the car,” he declared before he went pacing towards the parking lot.

You cocked your head in confusion and plucked your bag from the ground, “Okay, uh, bye guys,” you waved to your friends and followed after Tom. You had to jog to catch up to him, Tom always started fast walking when he was angry, “Is everything okay Tommy?”

“Yeah, I’m just hungry,” he lied.

“Tom, you can tell me if something’s bugging you,” you insisted.

“Do you have the keys?” he pursed his lips.

You nodded and dug them out of your bag, “Here.”

He took the keys and popped the trunk, “I’ve gotta tie the board down. Do you wanna get the AC going?”

“Tom,” you frowned.

“I’m fine,” he lied again as he climbed onto the side of the car, “I am totally cool.”

“Are you sure?” you wracked your brain for what might have upset him, finally it dawned on you, “Is it about Cole?”

Tom went stiff and licked his lips before he answered, “Yeah, uh, sort of.”

“Do you wanna elaborate at all?” you pushed.

He sighed and jumped back down, “I just didn’t really like seeing you two together, I know it was just a little summer fling but it still bugged me…” he took a deep breath before he continued, “And you know, I thought your friends all liked me but then Natalie invited him to stay, and it kind of freaked me out. I don’t know if they think he’s better for you or something…”

“Tom, my friends love you, but more importantly, I love you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Natalie only invited them to stay because she’s into Gage, but I promise if it had been something malicious I would have left on the spot. I’m so sorry I made you uncomfortable Tom, I should have asked you if you were okay with it.”

He blushed and set his hands on your waist, “It’s okay, I don’t want you to feel like you need to ask me permission to hang out with people or something.”

“I don’t, I know you’re not like that Tom, but everyone gets insecure. I mean if your old summer fling wanted to hang out with us I’d be uncomfortable too. I should have thought about how that might make you feel, but I hope you know if anything ever makes you uncomfortable like that you can always just tell me,” you moved your hands up to his cheek, “I don’t ever want you to feel bad when we’re together Tom.”

His cheeks continued to burn and he turned his head to kiss your palm, “I just didn’t want to come off controlling or something. I don’t want it to seem like I don’t love you or trust you, because I do. I just don’t really want to hang out with him…”

“And that’s totally fine Tom, if we run into him again we won’t. I know you love me and trust me and all that, but you can help being insecure sometimes. I get insecure too, I understand.”

His lips curled up to a smile and he leaned in to kiss your forehead, “Thank you love. I hope you know the same goes for you. You can always tell me if you’re uncomfortable with whatever's going on.”

“I know Tommy,” you pressed your lips to his briefly, “Feeling better?”

“Much,” he nodded, “Let’s go get some lunch baby.”

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Motherhood

A/n: this is kinda based of my own relationship with my mom. With me she has zero privacy 😌but she tells me all they time that me barging into her room to tell her about my life are the best part of her day 😂even if she’s like on the toilet. And I totally see Batmom building that kind of relationship with them that is just so comfortable and not awkward at all. Excuse any spelling errors.

Warnings: nothing but fluff

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(Y/n) slowly lowers her sore body into the large bath as the steams escapes the water. The room’s air was infused with vanilla and coco with lit candles creating a mood of relaxations. It was exactly what she needed, being a den mother to YJ (sometimes the Titian’s den mother) and Justice League member was not for the faint of heart. Especially now that she’s a mother with kids who are in the same dangerous field she’s in. With motherhood comes everlasting worrying, protecting, and giving up her privacy.

There was a loud sounding knock at the door just as she began to close her eyes. With a deep sigh she yells for the intruder to come inside, low and behold it was her oldest Dick.

“Yes Grayson,” she hums turning her head to get a look at the dark haired and blue eyed adult, she still saw him as the little boy that they adopted on that tragic night. His small smile on his lips told her everything she needs to know before motioning for him to come in.

“I see that you’re finally taking a break, you deserve it mom,” He praises as he closes the door softly before plopping down on the counter. He was always the mom of the siblings whenever she wasn’t around, so he always worries for her health and mental state because he and his siblings could be a lot to handle.

“You’re always so concerned for me, you’re such a sweet boy Dick. Now come on bluebird, what’s on your mind.” His childhood nickname was always brings warmth to his heart and made him feel at home. Without and further coaxing, he began to spill what was on his mind. He was always worrying about others and never took the time to recharge. (Y/n) always listens attentively and always provides him with the best advice that he needs to hear, and this time was no different.

Another knock on the door cuts their peaceful conversation as the door creaks open. Two heads peep through the door revealing Jason and Duke right before Jason waltz in followed by Duke. Her two chaotic kings stood in the room with flour splattering their attire.

“Mom how long do you bake your cookies. Duke says ten but I know it's seven.” With a short chuckle, she confirms that it is in deed seven minutes and watches Jason and Duke bicker. The door is thrown open and closes quickly shutting the boys up as everyone looks at the culprit of the sudden noise. Tim clutches his Redbull with his back pushed against the door as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

“It’s Alfred being the caffeine police, I came here for sanctuary.” (Y/n) raises a brow giving him a warning look at the word caffeine. The coffee addict raises one hand in defense explaining that it was only his fourth energy drink that day, which was better than last weeks. Tim takes a seat next to Dick while Duke and Jason converse with their mother on baking tips. Unlike the last knock, this one knocks twice…pauses…then three times.

“Come in Cass.” The door slowly opens and the short beautiful asian girl enters in quietly. She gave her brothers nods of acknowledgment with a small smile before claiming a spot on a bench close to her mother. As the boys conversed with each other and the bickering, Cass leans in and gives her mother a soft kiss on her cheek. (Y/n) brushes a few short strands away from Cass’s soft face.

“Are you imbeciles, intruding on mother’s personal time to herself. This is why I am her favorite,” Damien says closing the door.

“Well look whose talking demon spawn, takes one to know one,” Jason grits out as Damien narrows his eyes. The arguing continues through the packed room as (y/n) casually closes her eyes to the noice. She reminisces on the days where she could bath in peace without a thought about any child barging in. A final knock causes all the kids to hush in an instant, the knock was heavier than any of theirs.

“What’s the password?” Jason shouts.

“I hold the key to all of yours trust fund,” the voice says calmly on the other side of the door.

“Fair, rent does need to paid. Come in.” The door opens and Bruce enters with wide eyes as he scans all the kids in the room with Stephanie behind him.

“Ooh no one told me that we were partying with mom! Move over old man,” Steph says trying to squeeze past the brick wall that was Bruce.

“Are all of you in here?”

“We’re bonding,” Dick shrugs with a sweet smile on his face and all his siblings mutter or nod in agreement.

“I could hear your arguing all the way in the hall.”

“We built different,” Tim says taking his last sip of his Redbull.

“Out…all of you. It’s my turn.” After a stern look to end all the protest. One by one the all bid goodbyes to their mom in their own ways. Cass gives her mom one last kiss on the cheek before gracefully leaving the bathroom with the rest of her siblings. Bruce locks the door as soon as the last kid leaves and lets out a long sigh. His hands moves to his cuff links, then his tie before unbuttoning his shirt. She listens to his footsteps drawing closer and opens her eyes to him siting on the edge of the tube.

“You have to start locking the door,” Bruce chuckles as his fingers ghost the side of her cheek before resting his hand on the side of her face.

“I don’t mind, it's apart of motherhood.” She watches his eyebrow raise before a small smile appears on his face. He places his hand on side of the tub and leans in until their nose faintly touch.

“You are an exceptional woman, take all the time you need in here.” He moves and softly places his lips on her forehead, her eyes closes to his warm touch. Bruce then places a gentle kiss on her lips before retreating for the door. She slides down deeper into the water and sighs deeply with a small smile on her face. Motherhood may have taken her privacy but with the family she has, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A/n: If you see any random name…no you didn’t 😂but I apologize usually when I write I literally make up a character like bio and all that I have set for Batmom in my mind and how she’s like. So If you see that my bad I wrote this last year and decided why not post it last minute 😂😂😂

Also if I do get the sudden urge to post more, I don’t think I will mention any skin tones at all because melanin comes in so many shades. Or hair type either😌 and I will keep the black Batmom tags just so my melanated or non melanated monarchs can find me.

—Virgo

Angst request: gf yn is on tour with Jack and one of the tour mates is crushing really hard on yn. Jealous Jack. Possessive Jack. Sweetheart yn.

She’s taken

Jack loved you with all his heart he truly did you were the girl of his dreams the sweetheart he’s been manifesting but at the same time he hated the fact that you acted so clueless to when other guys were flirting with you or trying to get at you.

Jack had asked if you wanted to join him on tour and you of course said yes you were beyond thrilled to see everything that went on behind the scenes of everything and seeing your man before every other night was something you wouldn’t wait to see.

You were all in Denver Colorado for Jack’s show that night you were currently sitting with Neelam and Jt just looking at different types of nail designs and hairstyles you all wanted to do for tonight’s show. You were so into the different designs that you didn’t notice one of Jack’s band members trying to get your attention till Jt tapped your shoulder.

“I think he’s trying to talk to you girl.” Looking up you smiled seeing Earl, he was apart of Jack’s live band he was really and always kind to you.

“Oh hi Earl how are you doing? You ready for tonight’s show.”

Neelam and Jt smirked at one another noticing a certain curly headed boyfriend of yours now inspecting Earl and You.

“Yes most definitely I’m always ready to go out there and show out like we always do.” There wasn’t not one mean bone in your body you just loved to spread love and positivity and that was something Jack loved, you always judged by the mind and heart never by how a person looks like or acts like.

“That’s good I’m really excited you do so good on the drums I always wanted to play the drums back in high school.”

“I can always teach you whenever you’re free if you’re down.”

“I’d like that.” He smiled and the two of you continued to talk about anything and everything.

“You just gonna let him sweet talk your girl.?” Nemo came from behind Jack and rubbed on his shoulders. Jack was trying him best to work on being less possessive and protective with you because the last thing he wanted was for you to think he controlled you and controlled who you talked to.

“What am I gonna say Nemo? You know how Y/N is she’ll get mad at me instead of Earl and besides she doesn’t really see the issue I guess.”

“All I’m saying is the way he’s touching up on your girl and being all friendly with her wouldn’t slide with me.” Nemo walked away from Jack leaving him alone in his thoughts as he watched Earl brush his hands on your arms a few times but what did it for Jack was when Earl leaned in to say something in your ear which caused you to start giggling like a fool.

He quickly flung off the couch and started walking towards the two of you.

“Uh oh here comes trouble.” Neelam and Jt both laughed and watched how Jack’s face held a stern and jealousy look.

“May Earl rest easy he lived a good life.” Jt joked the two of them ready for what was about to go down.

“What’s going on over here?” You jumped a bit at the sound of Jack’s voice since you didn’t hear him walking up from behind you.

“Earl was just telling me how he can teach me how to play the drums sometime when we all have downtime that is.” Earl smiled and nodded up at Jack but his smile was quickly replaced by a frown.

Jack rolled his eyes at Earl and held a stern and cold look with him till he felt you tugging on his hoodie, his face softened when he made eye contact with you, something about you always managed to calm him down and he was grateful that you were his light when he had bad days.

“Jack? What’s wrong baby did something happen, did someone say anything to you.” You looked up at him with your big doe eyes your voice sounding so sweet and fragile that Jack almost forgot what he was mad about.

“Uh nothings wrong baby I just came over to see if you wanted to get something to eat before the show?” Jack sighed mentally he knew he should’ve brought up what was bothering him but he wasn’t about to stress the small stuff, he knew you were loyal to him and only him so there was no need to worry.

Smiling you nodded and took his hand in yours before quickly giving Earl a hug goodbye.

“Bye Earl I’ll see you later before the show.” You waved him goodbye and he smiled back before waving bye as well.

“What do you feel like eating Jack?”

“Whatever you want baby.” He brought the back of your hand up to his lips and kissed it before wrapping his left arm around your shoulder and brining you into him.

“This man sure is whipped.” Jt told Neelam as the two of them watched Jack and You leave to go get food.

“He sure is he sure is.”