#roberry

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Blue Collar (Paul Schrader, 1978)

[movementsofmylife]

all i want from ep 9 of jack and joker is one sincere joke smile

[uraandri]

there is something about dudes like wendigoon that pisses me the fuck off but i don't watch any of them enough to figure out why

[weird-is-life]

hello! how’s your day?i hope it’s great

can i request something like childhood friend!reader x spencer reid to lover? i love that trope and i always imagine spencer reid in it

perhaps they’ve met again on the case and reader was the victim?

it’s totally fine if you can’t wrote that, have a great day!<3

Hiii lovely🥰, ty so much for this request! I loooved writing this trope. Warnings: like one swear word, little angsty, fluff, pet names, use of y/n, mentions of food, mentions of crime (1.5k)

Spencer and you met by accident after so many years. Spencer couldn't believe his eyes as he saw you walk out of the interrogation room at the Bau.

He didn't understand what his childhood best friend was doing at his workplace office.

Seeing your sorrow expression he didn't need anything else to know that you were one of the many witnesses of the latest series of violent bank robberies.

And it made his heart stop for a second. Wanting to meet you...-wanting to see you again after so many years was always somewhere deep at the back of his mind, but he didn't exactly want to see you walk out out of the interrogation room.

He freezed for a moment. He wasn't expecting to see you there, and it definitely caught him off guard.

You, on the other hand, hoped you'd run into Spencer that day. You knew he worked for the FBI. You maybe even secretly hoped that he'd be the one you'd have to explain what exactly had happened at the bank.

He didn't. So finally seeing him managed to bring a smile to your upset face.

You ignored his lovely colleague Emily as she instructed you on something, and headed straight towards Spencer.

"Spencer, hi, I can't believe it's you," you said breathlessly as you neared him, his eyes scanning you intensively.

Spencer swallowed hard. You two were just some kids the last time you saw each other, but right now....Right now, Spencer couldn't believe his eyes. You might have just been the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

His shock was even bigger when you threw your arms around his neck, and hugged him sincerely. Spencer, for once, managed to handle the shock, and hugged you back.

It was an effort for you not to end up on the floor from the way your legs almost turned into a jello. When the fuck did Spencer get so hot? That was the only thing on your mind, even the horrors of the roberry gone.

"Hi, it's been so long, too long," Spencer beamed at you, giving you one-over one more time.

"I know," you gave him a small smile," I wanted to reach out to you since I'd moved here a few months ago, but I didn't want to intrude into your life."

"Intrude? You could never," Spencer immediately reassured you, and you didn't look too convinced," seriously, I mean it."

You just nodded, and Spencer asked you, "How have you been? Were-were you a part of some roberry?"

"Y-yeah, it...it wasn't very pretty, I-" you tried to find the right words, but you realised that there were multiple sets of eyes on you and Spencer. He realised it, too.

With his quick thinking, he said, "I'm sorry, my friends can be really nosy," he glared at somebody (Derek) as he said it," would you..- are you hungry?"

"There's a cafeteria a few floors down.....We could talk there? Catch up on everything?" Spencer proposed with a little hope.

"Yeah, I think, I'd like that," you told him, and you let him guide you towards the elevator with his hand on your lower back.

It definitely did not send butterflies down to your belly with every step you took. The old, forgotten feelings flickering inside you both.

-

That happened a few months ago now, and you couldn't help but to smile as you remembered the meeting while waiting in a small caffè for Spencer to come.

He is running late. You don't mind the wait because you know it's not his fault. His job isn't easy. So waiting the few minutes is worth it.

You and Spencer have been going on these coffee......runs since you've reunited the few months ago. But you keep hoping, wishing that they will turn into coffee dates rather just some friendly coffee runs.

It's save to say that seeing Spencer after so many years made some new feelings surface. Feelings that weren't there before, and you don't know what to do with them.

Well, you do, but you're terrified of the idea of Spencer's rejection. You don't think you'd be able to live in the same city as him if he indeed did reject you.

But you can't keep going out with him, and have him smiling at you like like you're the only person on this earth for him. You just can't keep up with it anymore.

You've decided that today is the day you tell him how you feel. No matter what. Even if it's most likely going to leave you heartbroken.

Spencer pulls you out of your thoughts when he rounds the table you sit at, and leans down to give you a quick hug and a kiss......a kiss on a cheek.

It leaves you breathless, and it's exactly why you need to tell him about your feelings because this is just cruel, sweet torture you can't endure any longer.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I'm late. Hotch had us hand in all of the reports, so I needed to finish a few things," he tells you as he settles in the seat opposite of you.

His coffee is already waiting on the table in front of him, and he gives you a thankful nod.

"It's okay, Spence. I don't mind," you give him a tight smile, the nerves rushing through your body.

Spencer, damn his profiling skills, immediately senses that something is off. "What's wrong?" He reaches across the table for your hand, but you pull it away quickly. You could swear that there was a hurt in his eyes just as you did.

"I-....I need to tell you something," you quickly blurt out.

"You can tell me anything, yeah?" He assures you. This time without trying to touch your hand. You don't look into his eyes while he tries to catch your gaze.

"I can't keep going for a coffee with you anymore."

Spencer now definitely looks hurt after your first sentence, and you cringe. You didn't mean to start like that.

"Shit," you curse quietly," what I mean to tell you is that.......is that-." You can't find the right words.

"I like you, Spencer," you blurt out," mo-more than just a friend." Spencer just looks at you. Completely baffled, and he doesn't utter a single word.

You think he's just a little shocked, but as the minutes go by, and he still doesn't say anything, you understand. He doesn't feel the same, and then there's horror in your eyes.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Spencer," you scramble quickly to take all your stuff," I'm really sorry." And with that, you are out of there faster than a lightning.

You swiftly run out of the caffè as the tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You don't even know where you are going, but you don't care you just want to get as far away from Spencer as possible.

Of course, you don't even take 30 steps before a hand gently catches you by your elbow. You, even just by the touch of his hand, know that it's Spencer.

"Wait," he pleads," please, y/n." You stop, and slowly you turn around. Spencer scans your upset face, the tears on your cheeks, and his own heart breaks.

He didn't mean to stay quiet like that. It just...-It caught him off guard. He wasn't, even in his wildest dreams, thinking of you actually liking him back. Like there wasn't a single reality where he saw that happening. And yet.... And yet, you like him, and he can't believe it.

"It's okay, Spence," you start.

"But it's not, I'm sorry-"

You interrupt him, "I understand that you don't feel the same."

"No, no, sweetheart. I do. I feel exactly the same way you do," he confesses softly, hoping you believe his words after the initial mess up of his.

"Spencer, you don't have to lie....-"

Spencer almost looses it when you say that, because he could never be that cruel to you. Never. And he doesn't get why you don't believe him, so he does something that hopefully will finally let you see the truth.

Spencer kisses you.

Spencer kisses you?

What?

You don't really realise it, until he's pulling away, sorry eyed, his soft, warm lips immediately something you miss. You don't let him get far away from your lips as you crash them again against his. Your one hand goes into his hair, and his hair is just as soft to the touch as it looks like.

Spencer's kiss is intense and gentle at the same time, and it makes your knees buckle, maybe just from the sheer joy of your feelings being reciprocated. You tighten your grip on his shoulder.

Spencer notices it, smiling into the kiss, before he pulls away. There's a happy glint in his eyes, and you are sure yours look the same.

Spencer beams at you. "I'd never lie to you. Ever."

"I know."

You smile sheepishly at him, "I just got too into my head to listen to you. I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Spencer looks at you amused. Right. Of course, he's not sorry about the kiss. And neither are you, you could never be.

Spencer offers you his hand," how about I'll tell you all about how crazy I feel about you while we go for a walk?"

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot, Spencer." The bright smile doesn't leave your or even Spencer's face as you begin to walk.

[i-yap]

omgg i always imagine tim with an indian/south asian reader. saw it mentioned on another blog/ask but making chai for him to get him to stop drinking coffee (and he gets addicted to chai instead). imagining him trying to deal with the aunties.. he’s rich AND smart?? and he isn’t racist?? and he doesn’t hit you?? they think you bribed him.

Not to be racially insensitive and ofc all our experiences r different but this is so common (Im north Indian with a little Spanish in me shifting to NY and had a black ex I was with for 1 yr) Honestly i see so many similarities in asian, black and brown cultures...idk why? like why do we all have nosy aunties and why do all our parents try to first hide us from the opposite gender and then arrange marriage us? And why have we all been hit by either a chapaal , belt or slap?? I have a caucasian roommate and she is always so confused by our traditions.

Tim Drake x diff culture reader-

You're dating a white boy- you get one of two reactions- "our kid is GOING TO GET A GREEN CARD AND WONT BE RANDOMLY KICKED OUT FOR NO REASON AT ALL" or " ay dumbass how will a white boy understand our culture(the classic "what will others say")

Well little did they know that everyone will say good things. he is so respectful and handsome (AND RICH) they love him so much.

I bet the kids just rlly like him. Your male cousins hate him cuz UK the traditional comparison that parents make. Even the older uncles will be a little hesitant cuz sorry not sorry- tim is a pretty boy.

That is until a roberry or a drunk uncle becoming abusive at an event happens and with a simple twist of the arm and kick to the ankle tim has the person disarmed and under control....without a single wrinkle on his shirt like its a daily routine for him( It is though). now the uncles and younger male cousins love him.

the older aunties always loved him. They get to squish his cheeks and he gets them all presents (personalized ones cuz he got the stalking gene and he just wants to seem like the perfect husband material to you) . He got the little girl cousins swooning cuz he is literally prince charming and he just talks so sweetly to everyone. (probably keeps candy in his pocket- learned it from jason )

its hard not to love him tbh HE IS SO UNDERRATED AHHHH

[etherealsadchick]

"My God, am I listening"

Arthur Morgan X fem reader/fluff one-shot.

Plot : Arthur and you having your first interaction after joining the gang.

Word count : 5k+

A/n : This is the first fanfic that I've written in my life lol, so it might not be good enough and I don't think I fully grasped Arthur's personality in it, nor how they talked, probably inaccurate too? Also sorry for any grammar errors.

( Criticism is allowed, so feel free to point out any flaws or tips that could help me with my writing in the future )

Divider : @notaorbital

It was a sunny day in horseshoe overlook, after escaping from the law and heading back from the icy cold mountains to the green warm lands,

the gang was all set up again to continue with the life they always lived.

Arthur sat in his cot, with his journal open, and a pencil that he held with his rough and calloused hand, he would always be spotted being in his own bubble sometimes, holding that journal of his at random times when nothing was going on, he sat afar from you across camp, he was sketching, and observing, observing you, he never really talked with you before, you have joined the gang a short while before the whole blackwater roberry event, so you have only been operating within camp, helping around with ms.Grimshaw or Pearson, doing regular chores, so you never really got the chance to talk to him, he wasn't always around, always sent on missions, and also you never really had the confidence to approach him, but you knew who Arthur Morgan was, maybe you did have a little crush on him too, as much as you didn't like to admit it to yourself.

Today, after you were done helping Pearson with the dishes, you looked over at the horses, and decided to go to them and look after them for a while, so before you left Pearson's wagon, you found a bucket of water and decided to take it with you for the horses, it didn't matter to you if he needed it or not, and that you'll probably fill it back for him later after you were done with it, you thought.

You walked towards the horses, starting off by pouring the chilly, clean and clear water inside their tank, the horses slowly walked towards it, drinking from the water, you lightly giggled and smiled to yourself, you were happy, taking care of animals and being kind to them was always something you loved doing, wether it was being with the horses, or stealing some nuts from the camp's supplies to feed random squirrels nearby the trees, you loved it, and while the horses drank, you slowly reached out and patted one of them with your soft hands...on their mane, it was a nice view to Arthur who observed that scene infront of him, replicating it on the page of his journal, there he sat, slowly drawing you, picturing your posture, your clothes, the horses, he gently drew that, the carbon of his pencil melting with each stroke he made against the not so empty canvas, keeping this scene a memory documented in his journal, his art, you.

After a while, you were done with the horses, and as you turned around you found Pearson standing infront of you, he didn't look pleased with how you took that bucket of water without telling him.

"There was a bucket, full of fresh water that I got from the river, where is it?!" He asked you

You grabbed the empty bucket and answered him "I took it, decided to give it to the horses, the weather isn't helping with them, so why not help them...I'll fill it back, okay?"

Pearson shook his head and scowled at you "well, make it quick" he said and stormed back to his wagon.

"Alright" you said to yourself, and with the bucket in your hand, you walked over to the nearest water supply you could find, and it was quite a walk away from camp.

And back to Arthur, who was done by that sketch and watched you leave, he decided maybe this time it would be good to finally talk with you, an opportunity he didn't wanna waste, he picked up from your steps and followed you, he prayed you wouldn't think he was some sort of wierdo for following you.

You were now at the river, filling the bucket as the water took its form in it, and you placed it on the ground, preparing yourself to pick it up again and make your way back to camp, even though it was heavier than before with the water in it, you lift your eyes a bit and get jumpscared by Arthur, whom you didn't hear his footsteps before, but you were immediately conforted after realizing that it was him, sure you both never had a proper conversation or even an interaction before, but it was better than a random person rather than him behind you

"Oh gosh...I didn't see you...y-you're Arthur, right?"

"Yes, that is correct miss." He said with his hands resting on his belt.

"You seemed awfully focused with those horses back there." He added

I looked at him and smiled "Oh, so you were creeping on me back there?" You joked to him.

" *creeping* isn't the word I would use, darlin', more like, admiring" He answered.

"Pfft, so you're trying to sound like an artistic type of person to cover that up" you teased

He smirked, and brought his hand to his chin, scartching it as he talked

"Well, i could tell you a thing about art"

You lightly chuckled and raised an eyebrow at him "Oh really, and what would that be?"

He let out a sigh and looked around the area before locking his eyes back to yours

“Art isn’t just a creation. It’s a statement, and it says something to those who view it...and you,You’re a work of art, a statement, and my God am I listening.”

Those words striked you, you paid attention to how your body changed, your heart felt warm, you could technically feel it pump fast, your face flushed to red upon his words, you were speechless

"Oh..." you tried to speak, but you couldn't, you didn't know what to say, what the right words would be, and even wether if he was serious or not about those words he said.

You coukd watch him smirk again proudly after knowing that he got you flustered.

"What's wrong miss, cat got your tongue?" He teased.

"No...I just...don't know what to say...I mean no one ever said something along those lines to me before..."

He walked closer to you, you were feeling nervous about the whole situation, and he was all giddy about it

"No one told you that before? Well, what a shame, I must say"

He was pushing your limits, the more he continued to run his mouth, the more he got you flustered, and he loved it, he loved watching you melt and lose yourself, he loved seeing you crumble, watching the girl that was joking around and playing cool a couple of moments ago turn red, just because he was right with his words and he knew what to say, and he knew that it would get you flustered due to both of you being unfamiliar, perhaps for him this was a plan from his outlaw mind thinking, thinking about how to steal your heart, for him.

"Mhm...I guess" you mumbled, right now, you were trying so hard to just be normal, and not to freak out, you thought you'd just let him talk like he did, and you just grab that bucket, and make your way back to camp, but as soon as you tried to lift the heavy bucket, it took you a few steps and you landed it back on the ground.

Arthur knew what you were doing, so he decided to interfere, once again.

"Lemme help ya with that, miss"

He got close to you and grabbed the bucket, you could smell him, the smell of tobacco on him, you looked at his hands, his large hands, with the nerves on them that contoured his hand, and how he easily lifted that bucket up, you were afraid that you completely fell hard for this man. But you slowly started to pick yourself up, and tried to be cool again.

"I'm supposed to bring that back to Pearson's wagon"

"Ah, I could do that"

He said as you both made your way back to camp, the road was green, the sky was blue filled with the birds chirping in the late afternoon, and the sound of the water that you filled the bucket from slowly disappeared, and finally you two, having a conversation and chatting on your way back, perhaps to you, that could be the begging of something you wanted long ago, to be with him.

[shotgunbunny]

Imagine if curtis is a criminal/outlaw (roberry, murdering enemies typa shit) and he’s running thru the streets from the cops. He spots your house with the window open nd he jumps thru and finds you laying on your bed using ur vibrator 🫣🫣🫣 and you both end up having some good ass sex while the cops are out lookin for him lol

Nomad!Curtis is such a daddy I frothed over this idea😩 sex with Curtis is always good bestie😏 he's a big beefy man that is obsessed with you what's not to love

༻𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮༺

[warnings!!smut!!dubcon!! murder!!breeding kink!!size kink!! masterbation!!6'5 Curtis!! Nomad! Curtis!! Dark! Curtis!!]

You'd seen it on the news, a man on the run after killing the senator. Everyone was either incredibly happy or was incredibly sad. The senator was advertised as an ideal man for the rich while the poor saw him as a cruel man. You fell into the type where you saw him as cruel. Seconds later a text from your friend snapped you out of the breaking news.

he is so fit! he can't go to prison :(

haha ye.

You replied dryily, not because you disagreed. No rather the fact that you didn't want to be involved in anything political scared that the police might read your texts and arrest you for joining the revolution that was dawning.

You will admit the man was very attractive, well as far as you could see. They had only shown you a blurry clip of the man. He had shaved head and a sharp jawline that was further enhanced by his beard. He was muscular as well, you could tell from the strain in the bicep area of his shirt. Apparently he was 6'5, so many kept an eye out for a tall man.

You sighed and turned the TV off, and headed to bed. It had been an exhausting day. Working at kindergarten was fun but the children and the work could drain you, just like it had today. Too many loud children and little amounts of sleep never mixed well, so you decided to sleep.

As you got changed into your oversized shirt and comfy panties, you layed on your bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep wasn't finding you easy so you had to go to extreme measures. You pulled your vibrator out and took your clothes off. Needing to be fully relaxed to do this. You felt a cold breeze sweep around your room and your goosebumps raised while your nipples hardened. You couldn't be bothered closing your window so you decided to ignore it.

You chose a video to watch and when you found one that consisted of a tall man pounding a smaller woman, you clicked your vibrator on. You opened your mouth already feeling pleasure the second your vibe touched your clit. You lost yourself into a fantasy of a tall man fucking you silly and pressed your vibe harder against you clit. You hole was pulsing begging for something to be in it.

"Ehem." A deep voice surrounded your room and you turned your phone off and clicked you vibe off. You pulled your blankets all the way up and stared at the large, bulky form in your room. You let out a gasp about to scream, when the man moved fast and placed his large hand over your mouth.

You stared into his eyes. An ocean of pain hidden behind the pretty blue. You recognized this was Curtis. The murderer that was on the run. You eyes widened and he narrowed his eyes at you, you pussy getting wetter at how dark and mysterious he was.

"Listen flower, when I take my hand away, you won't say a thing got it?" You nodded your head and he peeled his hand away and stared at you. At smirk spread across his lips and you were in awe at how domainating he could be. You squeezed your thighs together, Curtis stared and watched the shuffling of the sheets from your trying to stop your pussy weeping.

"I didn't mean to disturb my little flower. By all means continue." You stared at him mouth agape. "W-what?" He got up and dragged the chair in the corner of your room to right in front of your bed. "Play with your pretty little cunt for me flower. Help relieve my stress baby." You weren't even thinking as you slowly pulled your blanket down showing him your breasts and then your weeping cunt. He let out a groan as you sat on top of your sheets and spread your legs.

You grabbed your vibe and turned it back on. This time everything was more intense. The forbidden nature of a man on the run watching you abuse your clit was making both you and your pussy drool. "That's it flower. Look at how juicy your cunt is. God makin me fucking hard as rock. What's your name flower?"

You whined your name at him only getting a deep hum back. You heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and stared as Curtis got up. Pulled his trousers and boxers down and revealed his hard cock to you. He moaned your name as he stared at your pussy. "Fuck look at how tight you hole is, it's fuckin beggin me to plug it up with my cock flower." Your toes curled as your climax came closer, "You like that, you want me to fuck you little flower. Want me to make you my little woman huh?" His dirty words and the vibrations on your clit made you explode and you felt the bed shift and your vibe being wripped from your hands and thrown somewhere in the room.

You felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down your pussy lips before he sunk himself all the way in. He groaned as his balls reached your ass. He leaned down and stared at you, brushing your hair out of your face. "So fuckin' pretty you know that. Used to watch you, when you came into the bar dressed all pretty. Fuck now you're all mine." Before you could even ask what he meant with his cryptic words he pressed his lips to yours.

He swirled his tongue around in your mouth and you moaned as you felt his calloused hand travel up to your breasts and play with your nipples. He pinched them and rolled them groaning into your mouth and drowning out your moans. He pulled away, a line of spit connecting the two of you and he took your other nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and flicked it with his tongue. He pulled away a smirk on his lips. He pulled his cock out so only the tip was left in and thrust back in. Your eyes fell into the back of your head and your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. You needed to hold onto the mountain of a man or else you'd fall out of the bed from how hard his thrusts were. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

You felt so small and his cock felt so delicious, you were in heaven. When suddenly you saw police lights you cunt clenched around him in fear and he groaned and burried his head in the crook of your neck, still thrusting his cock in you. "Be a good girl and ignore the police flower. Don't want them catching you being fucked by the big bad wolf." He whispered his words through harsh hisses and you could feel your climax growing.

He clumsily placed his calloused hand on your clit and began rubbing frantically. "Come on flower, fuckin cum around the bad man's cock. I'll fill you up, I'm gonna fuckin' knock your pretty ass up. And then I'm gonna take you with me. Gonna be my little wife." You whined you brain long gone and your pussy taking charge instead. You didn't hear his promises, you just felt your orgasm growing closer and closer.

"Gonna make you sit on my cock all the time, gonna have you stuffed all the time too. So be a good. Little. Flower. And. Cum." Your eyes rolled back and you pulled your legs down more, trapping Curtis in your hold. You coated his cock with a cry. Soon followed by a stuttered groan that left Curtis's mouth. You felt something coat your walls and you fell back onto the bed exhausted. You closed your eyes as Curtis leaned down and kissed your head. Whispering promises about keeping you safe and how he'll always take care of you and your future kids.

[sister-l0cati0n]

Do you have any headcanons for the families of the different Wammy's Boys/how they were orphaned? The only one we ever get a backstory for is Near, and that's in non-canon material lol

I'm yet to read AN so idk about BB lol

How the wammy's boys got orphaned

Thank you so much for your Req! {\_/} ♡

Tw: Angst kinda?

Contains: 1.Matt 2.Mello 3. Near 4.L

🎮| Matt:

-He got into wammy's house when he was about 12

-His father left him early with six leading his mother into a Permissive parenting style their relastionship was clearly strained after his father left his mother

-She still loved her litle son..not for too long though in a fall evening Matt's mother picked him up from his friends house and just about 13 minutes later their car chrashed its like a switch flipped in Matt's mother in her hospital bed she could't even bare to see her son blaming him for the accident because SHE needed to pick HIM up as soon as she got released she told him open and honest she cant handle him anymore or alone stand him with the demand to pack his stuff she give him one last tense ride before leaving him in the orphanage

🍫| Mello:

-He was 11 when he got in the Wammy's house

-His parents were both married his mother had a Uninvolved parenting style and his father had a authoritarian parenting style the reslove= Feeling not good enough and being very emotinal though Mello was mostly driven by supressed anger or stress

-He had a poor relastionship to his father and it felt like his mother didnt take care of him in school he got very good grades but he kept misbehaving or competed with other kids or would even fight with them did he start the fights? Mostly not but he also stole from two stores and got cough once Mello's father did not appreciate the trouble even after he gave so many punishments and at one agurment he just snapped and threatend to put him into a orphanage mello didnt belive it and contuined the next day his stuff got packed for him and he faced wammy's house

🎲| Near: (Headcannon too)

-He got into the wammys house with 12

-He had always lived with his Father and grandma he got raises with a Authoritative style his father was in awe when he saw that he got such a gifted litle boy he bhought him puzzles and color books though Near was mostly interested in the puzzles Near's father would laugh in glee and proud when he got a high test score

-His father found out about Wammy's house and offerd Near to bring him there explaining how they would fall apart but Near could lock in with a good stable future for a price of being L's next successor and how how could proof his skills Near thought about it for the weekend before agreeing 4 months after he joined wammy's house his father died by kira's hands due to comitting armed roberry

🍰| L:

-He got into wammys house with 11-12

[Sorry if there is a cannon age]

-His mother raised him alone and had a Discerning parenting style

-L's mother was hard working single parent there were days where she overworked but seeing how smart he was took a lot of stress off her shoulders every 4 months she invinted her sisters and mother to their house there was always lots of cake and candy for L at one meeting L got tired earlier then usuall so he went to bed early he didnt sleep for more then 1-2 hours before his grandma and one of the aunts came in sobbing crying picking up L he didnt even know what was happening all he knew it was he was staying with his Grandma for a few days just on the last days he got told that his mother and his second aunt had a conflict wich escalated into violance and that his mother wasnt in the right state to take care of him anymore ever and so he got handed to Mr.Wammy

OKAY THAT WAS A LOT (Poor babies)

I just tried to go with what i think made sense for how they behave and just kinda went with a feeling?

I hope you could enjoy it and Feel always free to send any kind of Req for headcannons,reactions,etc for the wammys boys i didnt include BB cause i wasnt sure if he counts if you specificly want him included you can write it in the request! Thats it byeee ♡♡♡

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[jihef03]

They need to bring back random supervillain crimes in the next Spider-Man game.

Shocker would pop up in the open world back in the Ultimate Spider-Man game, Insomniac should do the same, have c or d-list supervillains like Looter or White Rabbit commiting roberry in NYC and we'd stop them, I think that'd be fun.

[braixdragon]

THIS A ROBERRY

[uraandri]

yeah, so do i

Koffein (Uskočka 8, Beograd) -245 rsd

for a place called koffein this place has shit domaća. the foam was so thick i had to scrape it off into the saucer and i could feel the coffee in between my teeth but it still didn't taste strong

1/10

[lauronk]

bank roberry and joel owns a bar sound interesting.

hi! these are two alterationsverse ideas, the bank robbery one came from an AU idea list someone shared. i have a tiny bit written of each, but not much more than a couple paragraphs

bank robbery:

joel owns a bar (okay i actually have like 2 pages for this one but considering how long my stuff tends to be that's pretty much nothing lol):

ask my about my wips

[jan-jan-binks]

Fuck typa shit is this?!?!! I got scammed. this bitchass bottle only has 7 LEADS. SEVEN LEADDDDDDSSSSSSS. SEVEN PENCIL LEADS. THAT'S ALL THEY GAVE ME. DAYLIGHT ROBERRY

[thatseverythingilove]

ROTTMNT LEONARDO X ROBIN (my OC) - Chapter 3 : NOT BETTER

Finally !

Warning : None ! Father and son talk ; Robin cheats on Leonardo with his brothers

Hope you'll like it :-)

Alarm sound in the lair. It's Donatello's gauntlet.

“Roberry in Chinatown, right now.”

“It's near from here ! Let's go and show them how the Mad Dogs welcome thieves !”

Inside an traditional antique shop, they were surprised to meet Robin. She took a shining ring and didn't see them yet.

“Hey, isn't it Leo's girlfriend ?” Smirks Donatello.

“Okay, I will take care of this.” Says Leonardo with a serious face.

“Easy, Romeo !” Stoppes Raphael while he brings his blue brother back “If I remember correctly, she got away the last time you handle it. I will take it this time.”

“What the shell ?! I got the wallet back !”

“Yes, and you embarrassed yourself in front of us. That was very funny, but now this girl will get a little lesson of justice.”

He jumps in front of Robin, impressed by his huge size.

“Good evening, lady. Could you please give me the ring you just stolen ?”

“Well, well, well. Have we ever meet, big guy ? You look like a flashy turtle with a blue bandana I know.”

“Flashy ? Ha ! Too weak for him ! I would more say “show-off” !”

Leonardo doesn't appreciate his brother's attitude. But Robin's intrigued him too.

“And you…” Says the woman with a smooth voice “You look so brave, so strong, so… generous.” This last word was intentionnaly sweeter than the others to confuse Raphael.

“Well… Thank you ?” The red turtles shyly scratches his neck.

“Look at this muscles ! Do you play sports ? Are you a ninja too ? I love men who takes care of themselves.”

Leonardo was so offusqued : he doesn't look like a giant wardrobe but he is an athlete too !

Robin is turning around Raphael, her hands are caressing his rough skin and his strong plastron while her sweet voice is complimenting his impressive stature.

Raphael was badly blushing when he suddenly wake up : “Enough of that ! Give the ring back or I will-…!”

A thin cable wrapped around his feet and tightened at the first movement ! Raphael lost his balance and fell to the ground, flat on his back, at Robin's feet, who ran away.

“Mikey, get her !” Yells Raphael.

“Magic Mike rescue !” Michelangelo stands before the young woman.

“Oh my god, he's so cute !” Immediatly Robin hugs him against her chest, kiss him on his head.

Michelangelo wasn't ready for this ! How exactly should he fight cuddles ?! His vision is suddenly blurred by a strange perfum.

“Careful, honey.” Says softly Robin near his ear, her hand scratching his head “I don't want you to get hurt.”

Michelangelo slowly fells on his knees, his head was heavy and his mind completly off.

“Mikey !” Yells Raphael.

“Don't worry, he will get better in a few minutes.” Says Robin while she stores a little flask of sporofic inside her jacket.

“Playtime is over.” Says Donatello, annoyed by his brothers's naivety “You'll go to the police station with your haul.”

“Oh, a big stick ! Well, I suppose it's over. You won, I surrender.” Robin shows her fists, ready to get arrested like Donatello said.

“She stole me smoke bombs !” Alerts Raphael.

Robin throws a bomb and disappears in the smoke. Donatello strongly cough, his eyes hurt a lot, but he tries to stay focused on the thief who reappears to kiss him on his snout, turn his bandana then kick his legs to make him fall.

“You will pay for this !” He roars, unable to see where she went.

She climbs to the roof, police sirens nearly closed to the shop. She looks proudly at the ring she just stolen. Pretty rock, original jewerly. Her client will surely be satisfed.

“I can't believe you cheat on me with my brothers.” Smiles Leonardo.

“I'm a free woman. But you still are my favorite.”

“Give me the jewerly. It doesn't suit you anyway.”

“Catch me if you want it.” She said before starting running.

Leonardo sighs loudly : the roof's end will stop her. So he thought : she jumps without hesitation, flies above Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo's heads and reachs the next building !

She doesn't even turn to see their surprised faces. Leonardo chases her.

He's hoping to catch her quickly but she is fast and nimble, jumping over difficulties with ease like a cat. Or a panther. Yes, panther suits her better, thought Leonardo. He stretchs his arms to reach Robin''s hand, but she dodges with a malicious smile :

“Not bad for a turtle ! You're quite persistent !”

“You haven't seen anything yet !” Smile Leonardo.

Playing mouse and cat, they're flying on roofs like two butterflies under moon, smiling to each other.

Robin is too much concentrated on their game that she doesn't pay attention to her own foot and trips ! She fell, slid down the roof and clutched the gutter.

Leonardo rushed to help her. He let himself slide down to her and held out his hand as soon as he was within reach :

“Take my hand ! Now !”

She doesn't need to think twice and obey. Leonardo lifts her, she hugs him tightly, embracing him with all her being. Her whole body is trembling.

“Well, I didn't know you were so adventurous.” Whispers Leonardo, who try to calm her with a soft joke.

Robin suddenly felt ridiculous and loosened her grip.

“I usually don't take this mount of risk. You're the first to purshase me on roofs. But thanks. For saving me.”

“I know a perfect way to show me your gratitude.”

His charming looks confuses the pretty girl. Her eyes meet Leonardo's lips and she feels her breath getting shorter and hotter. She trembles again when Leonardo raises his hand, and then open it in front of her pretty eyes.

Now she understands : he wants the jewerly.

“You're asking too much.” She says with a tight smile.

“Not a very expensive price for a life, don't you think ?”

“A pretty kind “thank you” isn't enough ?”

Leonardo's eyes changes : he doesn't want to play anymore.

“My pretty charming knight” Starts Robin as she's slowly laying against his plastron “I really can't give you my fruit labor. I'm so sorry. Maybe I can do something else I exchange ? Bandana laundry ? Shell massage ? I can go with a sweet kiss on your check if you're asking nicely.”

“Hum… Tempting, I must admit. But no.” He escapes from the seductive woman “Oh, and I keep this.”

The jewerly ! Robin checks her pockets : empty !

“What ?! But… How did you…?!”

“Three brothers, baby. Need some skills to survive. Fair return.”

Robin does remember her using this kind of trick to Leonardo at their first meeting.

“Not bad.” She smiles, defeated “But don't get used, victory will be mine next time.”

“So there will be a next time ?”

“I hope so. Goodnight, my pretty charming knight.”

She disappears in the night. Leonardo's eyes are shining.

“Why do I feel the need to punch you really hard right know, Nardo ?” Asking Donatello, breathless, who see all the play with his two brothers.

“I know why !” Roars Raphael, breathless too but too angry to give up his lecture “Leo, do I need to recall you that girl is a thief ?! Why do you waste time with her ?!”

“Why not ?”

“Leo !”

“Oh please ! She's funny and so cool ! Do you like her too ?”

“What ?! How could I like her ?! She's part of evil forces and we have to fight evil forces like true heros !”

“Oh, really ? Then where was the true hero when the evil girl feels his muscles ?”

“I…! She…! I had the situation under control !”

“You bet ! You all gave me a hard time but none of you were able to stop her. And who got the object in the end ? Me !”

“If you put aside the fact that she's a thief, she's actually quite nice.” Admits Michelangelo.

“Mikey, just because she gave you a hug doesn't mean she's nice.” Raphaël replied “And Donnie ! You had everything to immobilise her ! How could you let her escape ?!”

“She took me by surprise.”

“The surprise, you stuck it in the middle of your forehead.” Leonardo pointed to the lipstick smear on his brother's headband before bursting out laughing.

“No comment.”

As he was quietly reading a comic book on his bed, Leonardo was surprised to receive a visit from Splinter in his room.

“I don't know what Donnie told you, but it wasn't me.” the blue turtle exclaimed immediately.

“Raphaël told me that you'd bumped into that girl again, the one who stole my wallet. And that you seemed to get on very well with her…” Smiled the old rat.

“Seriously ?! Why does Raph feel the need to tell you this stuff ?!”

Splinter jumped up on the mattress to sit next to his son : “Well ? What's she like ? Tell me everything. Is she pretty ?”

Leonardo wasn't necessarily happy to satisfy the curiosity of this depraved fat rat. But he knew that he wouldn't leave him alone until he'd let a few things go.

“All right, then. She's dark-haired, slender, with big black eyes that probe you like radar and beautiful full lips that shine when she smiles.”

“Oh, I can see you're very interested in her.” He nudged his son awkwardly.

“I'm not even sure how I feel about her. She's cool but…”

“I know, I know. Feelings aren't easy. I, at your age, was…”

He started to talk about his conquests and Leonardo became worried. His father began to boast, followed by advice from the lady-killer of the previous century, not forgetting his relationship with Big Mama.

“Dad, I think I've got it. Thanks for, er… all that.”

“I've got to pass on all my knowledge to the person who's obviously most likely to give me grandchildren ! By the way, Blue, you do know a few things, don't you ?”

“What things?”

“You know, hem ! About certain things that happen when a man and a woman love each other very much, and at some point they find themselves alone and they…”

“Okay, get out.”

End of the chapter