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asharkapologist · 2 months ago

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hiiiii, if it's not too much of a bother, can u do rockley rochester headcanonsss? have a great dayy🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

Of course! Thank you for asking! I love talking about the Rochesters!

Larry has broken into his factory so many times to interrupt tours, work, and cause general mischief out of boredom that Rockley has guards positioned all throughout his factory for the sole purpose of locating Larry and kicking him out should he trespass, as he has been banned from the premises.

After he was rescued from the communal dungeon in Best Laid Plans, he was so grateful to the player character, Dick, Charlie, and Isaac for saving his life, he hugged all four of them-including Dick and Charlie, who he’d never met in person before--out of overwhelming gratitude

Although he’d never met Dick and Charlie before, he certainly knew of them, considering Rockley always kept up with the events of the World Exhibition every year, fascinated by the inventions and intellect presented annually by inventors and engineers.

Before he retired, he selected a very promising employee from his factory and made them the new owner of his chocolate factory, instructing them to do the same when they retired. Rochester Chocolates canonically exists in the modern day games, although the current owner has no blood relation to Rockley/the Rochesters.

I low-key ship Rockley and Isaac due to Isaac’s adorable reaction to Rockley gifting him a chocolate chess set in Sweet Revenge lol (I have all sorts of crack ships with the Rochesters lmao)

Never really cared about speculating about Mr. Alastor’s identity, even though his chocolate factory was used as a venue a few times throughout the years.

His hair color is naturally brown, but he dyes it black, and has been doing so for at least fifteen years.

He doesn’t like children, but he once had to babysit Archie as a child. Archie nearly died several times thanks to the lack of guardrails on high walkways, pots of boiling liquids, chocolate rivers (I headcanon Archie can’t swim), and the like.

He and his employees have definitely almost died several times due to experimenting with and trying to fix various machines and the like in their factory. OSHA would have a few things to say to him, even if his factory is pretty well-maintained and clean for late Victorian era standards.

Horatio has bothered and harassed him several times, trying to get him to abandon his “useless” factory and do something to help the family politically. This causes tons of arguments where Leopold is caught in the middle, as Leopold wants his son to be happy, but also thinks he should be more responsible.

Strongly dislikes Horatio, has a poor relationship with Larry and Malcolm, has a bit of a complicated relationship with his father, respects Veronica as a fellow ambitious business owner but the two of them don’t spend much time together or talk, barely knows anything about Patricia, gets along well with Bernadine even if he rarely leaves his chocolate factory, and didn’t interact a ton with Archie outside of formal/official family occasions/meetings (even though Archie has a sweet tooth and loves Rockley’s factory’s sweets). Despite all of that, however, he usually gives discounts/occasional free products to (most) of his family members.

Despite his relationship with his father not always being the best, the two of them love to talk and gush about the inventions and the like presented at the World Exhibition.

We've got headcanons for 3 of the 10 Rochesters 👀

#criminal case mysteries of the past #criminal case game #criminal case #rockley rochester #mysteries of the past

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strawberrybobamilk · 1 year ago

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SFW Alphabet - Trevor Philips Edition

TWs: Some swearing, brief mentions of violence and drugs

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Trevor isn't the most romantic guy, but similarly to how he acts around Patricia, when he is truly in love with someone he will tend to become a soft sweetheart. Either by holding hands with you, calling you pet names (ex: "cupcake", "sweetcheeks", "gorgeous" etc) and other small gestures, he will always find a way to show his love to you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Trevor as a best friend would be that kind of friend that loves to tease you and mess around with you enjoying your annoyed reactions, but still always being there for you, hanging out with you (mostly to get drunk), and killing whoever wrongs you. Trevor would meet you for the first time by seeing you at the Yellow Jack Inn getting harassed by one of that bar's usual old drunk customers, so Trevor beat up his ass and got kicked out for the hundredth time; you got out to thank him and that's how your friendship started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He cuddles with you everyday! He loves cuddling with you in bed or on the couch spooning you, playing with your hair and holding you like a big teddy bear until he falls asleep. You're the only one who can calm him like this.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Michael says that Trevor isn't the marriage guy. In some way you could say that is kinda true, but if Trevor really loves you he'd gladly settle down with you. As for the houseworks, as you can tell by the state of his trailer, he's preeetty bad at that; if you ask him, he'd try to do some cleaning and actually manage to make things worse, so you'll be the one taking care of the cleaning: you'll clean the house and as soon as Trevor arrives he'll undo everything by leaving behind a path of chaos. He'll sometimes try to cook you something, but ends up burning the food, or in the best case scenario, the food isn't reduced to a piece of coal but tastes absolutely vile (but it's the thought that counts).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Let's be honest, this is Trevor. He would NEVER break up with you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As also said in the D part, Trevor would love to get committed with you if he feels like you're the perfect one, same for the marriage part: he'd ask you to marry him kinda quickly, like after some months you've been dating.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Trevor is anything but gentle. With people in general. But with YOU it's like he's a different person. His usually gruff voice full of insults towards everyone is instead softer and respectful with you, and his hands that are strong enough to break someone's bones in the blink of an eye treat your body as if you were made of crystal.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He LOVES hugging you and being hugged by you, literally everyday he needs hugs. His hugs aren't only bear hugs, he also likes to catch you by surprise: for example, you are washing the dishes and he surprises you by wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his nose in your neck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

When you phone him (or he phones you), shortly before ending the call you will always hear him say that. He likes to say it in messages too (typed like "i luv u bb :) ;)"), which always gets a smile out of you. But the moments he says it the most are those moments that could be specified only if this was a NSFW post.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

You can bet your ass he's jealous, VERY jealous. Anyone who even dares to look in your direction will be in deep shit (and dead if they try hitting on you). You're his and only his goddamnit!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are often sloppy and clumsy but always full of passion, they can range from little pecks to full on devouring your lips. He likes kissing you on your lips, cheeks, forehead, neck, everywhere, and he also likes to get kissed everywhere (he prefers neck kisses though).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Trevor is surprisingly good with children. Back in his North Yankton days he was basically a second dad to Tracey and Jimmy; when they cried he was even better than Michael and Amanda at cheering them up by playing with them (he would never change their diapers though, in his own words that's a job for Mikey).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Unless there's still speed in his body, he'll spend the morning sprawled across the bed snoring until 12 AM.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights on the couch eating take away from Burger Shot and watching silly action flicks (the only kinds of movies he'd manage to sit through) are the best nights.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Trevor has A LOT of things to say about himself, but it would take a while for him to reveal them all to you. His troubled childhood, his dysfunctional family, his failed career projects, his relationship with Michael and Brad... he will tell you about all these things only if he really trusts you, and even then he doesn't tell you about them right away all at once, not only because they hurt him but also because he doesn't want to scare you. Bit by bit he will tell you, and bit by bit you'll connect the dots and understand him better.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easily angered is Trevor's second name.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Trevor will remember EVERYTHING, everything you say, everything about you, every little detail. For example in a passing conversation you'd briefly mention your favorite food and forget what you just said, but Trevor won't, and from now on will go out of his way to get you your favorite food (leaving you surprised like "how did he know that?!").

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One night when he was returning to his trailer he saw his mother, mocking and belittling him like always, asking him to get a truckload of Deludamol. He went to do that but when he came back with the truck she was gone; he fell to the floor sobbing uncontrollably and just in that moment you came back as well, and you immediately rushed to comfort him, asking him what's wrong and hugging him. It was a horrible moment for him, but your presence and your attempts to comfort him made him feel a lot better. It's his favorite moment in the relationship because that's when he understood he could always count on you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Overprotective. Aside from his clinginess and jealousy, he also knows his criminal lifestyle could potentially put you in danger. If he has to go out alone he'd ask Ron and Wade to keep an eye on you; if you two are out together he'd be very careful and always holding your hand, and if someone poses a threat to you, Trevor will soon "take care of them". He'd be okay with leaving Sandy Shores with you if he feels like it has become too unsafe for you to live there. Sometimes you'd worry for him as well, especially when he comes back covered in blood, but he laughs it off saying that it's just a scratch, or that you don't need to worry about him (even though he actually appreciates you being worried about him).

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Trevor remembers anniversaries and loves surprising you with unexpected gifts (usually something crafted by himself). As for dates, he isn't a fancy dates kind of guy (unless you ask him), he prefers fast food or pizzeria dates.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

A lot. Poor hygiene, drugs abuse and smuggling, a tendency to get pissed off very easily and getting coated in blood as consequence...

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't give two shits about how he looks. Whatever is in the shop is what he gets.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absofuckinglutely. Just the thought of losing you by any means would make him break down in tears and despair.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He likes playing with Impotent Rage action figures with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

If you are a hipster he probably wouldn't like you. But there are two kinds of people he hates more than hipsters: liars and backstabbers. If you ever betray his trust, he will NEVER forgive you nor forget it (cough cough, Michael, cough..).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

If you are around, he falls asleep while snuggling you. If he is alone, he will fall asleep on his back, hands on his chest or on the mattress.

#trevor philips x reader #sfw alphabet #gta x reader #gta headcanons #trevor philips #x reader

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pictureinme · 1 year ago

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pleasee do a dom!kitten x sub!reader

thank u so much for requesting! i've been planning on doing purely dom!kitten for a while <3

dear mistress

dom!patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader word count: 1.7k tags: dom/sub dynamics, mistress kink, teensy bit of fluff, established relationship, vaginal fingering, choking, p in v, unsafe sex

(ao3)

Kitten comes up behind you, trapping you in her tight embrace, "Hey, pretty girl."

You smile coyly, rubbing her arms that are wrapped around your chest, "Hello to you too, little miss handsy."

Her height difference was stark whenever she wore her platforms, such as now, and you adored it. She kisses the top of your head, humming in contentment, "I missed you, doll. You been good for me?"

Your flush with warmth at her words, "Of course, Kitten. Aren't I always so good for you?"

"Don't push it, you know you have a tendency to be… naughty," she puts an emphasis on the last word, her breath hot on your ear.

Kitten traces your body's curves with her hands, feeling each contour through your thin clothing. You moan under your breath, leaning into her touch.

"I wouldn't ever disobey you, my Kitten."

She tightens her grip, "I'm not yours tonight, doll. You're mine."

You pick up on her meaning, and smile widely, excited for her next move. It had been so long since she took the lead.

"Undress yourself for me, dear (Y/N)."

Kitten lets go, and you turn around to face her. She's wearing her faux fur jacket, along with her floral bell bottoms, both an obnoxious yellow. Her hair was in brown curls, acting as a halo framing her face, where lips were adorned with a coral color.

You bite your lip as you look her up and down, and you begin to unbutton your dress. It was simple, just a multicolor paisley pattern, but Kitten always said it suited you.

Revealing your matching bra and panties, she smiles, "All done up for me… how precious is that?"

She admires your lacy white get-up, moving to embrace your warm chest in her cold hands. You bite back a whimper when Kitten squeezes, and she giggles.

“Don’t get shy on me now, love,” she starts to unclip your bra, “Lay down for me.”

You quickly set yourself down on the plush duvet, stripping yourself of your bra in the process. She mimics your movements, unzipping her yellow jacket, and unbuttoning her blouse. As she tosses both to the ground, you look up at her with lusty eyes.

“Oh, little (Y/N), what am I going to do with you?”

“Anything you’d like… Mistress.”

Kitten’s eyes sparkle at your honorific, and she moans gently, “Naughty, naughty, naughty…”

She opens your legs suddenly, revealing the spot of wetness on your otherwise pristine panties. Her mouth opens slightly, in awe of your desire for her. A manicured finger gently presses against you, and your hips buck up.

“Now, now, you said you’re always good, right?” You nod, “Then keep still while Mistress plays with you.”

Obeying, you feel her begin to pull your panties to the side, revealing your wetness to the cool air. You shut your eyes tightly at the feeling of her slowly spreading you open with her fingers, and Kitten takes quick notice.

“Look at me when I touch you.”

As quickly as you shut them, you open them even quicker, matching her darkened gaze. You love seeing her take control.

“Good girl,” she smiles softly, her soft lips curling, “Now, what would my good girl want?”

“I…” you try to answer, but she’s started kissing up your thighs, “I want you to make me yours, Mistress.”

Nodding, she nips at your soft skin, “I wouldn’t expect anything else from my perfect little pet.”

She pushes two fingers inside of you, and you whimper gently at the very welcome intrusion. Curling as she thrusts them in and out, you feel a familiar warmth slowly growing.

The obscene noises being created from her thrusts were delicious, and caused Kitten to rub her thighs together, unbeknownst to you.

Her fingers filled you up so well, and she could tell from the nonsense falling from your lips. She rubs her thumb around your clit, and you almost fall apart right there.

“Oh, fuck… Mistress, you’re good, so good, yes!”

“Is my pretty (Y/N) going to come all over her Mistress’ fingers? I haven’t even added a third yet…”

She adds another finger as she prompted, and you know for a fact you’re close.

“I wanna come for you, please, please…”

“Poor girl,” Kitten hums, feigning pity, “Let go for me.”

Your mouth falls open, releasing a long whine as your body shudders. Her fingers stay curled inside of you, helping you ride out your orgasm. She only relents when you grasp her wrist pleadingly.

Kitten rubs your thighs as she gets up to tower over you, her lips millimeters away from yours. You don’t dare close the gap, for fear of punishment. Luckily, she doesn’t make it hard for you.

She crashes her lips onto yours, and you savor the taste of cigarettes and lipstick. Her tongue seems to claim every inch of your mouth, and you adore it. Her little moans mixed with yours sounded heavenly.

Separating from you momentarily, Kitten’s eyes look wild with desire, “Pretty girl… let me make you feel even better, yeah?”

You nod quickly, not wanting her to get any other ideas. Grinning, she pulls down your underwear fully, tossing it on the slowing growing clothing pile. Kitten rids herself of her bell bottoms, leaving her bare, minus her skimpy panties.

Of course, they matched the rest of her now discarded outfit, with lacy yellow detailings. She was always a stickler for color coordination. Normally, you would appreciate her style sensibilities, but seeing her hardness straining against the fabric, there were other priorities.

“Take them off for me, pretty.”

You jump to fulfill her request, and slowly pull down her panties. Her length bobbing up to hit her stomach, she smirks at your stunned reaction.

Biting your lip, you watch Kitten push you back onto the bed, her body moving hypnotically. She kisses your forehead rather sweetly for the mood that was set, and moves back to kneel in front of your wide open legs.

She stares adoringly at your wetness, nearly dripping onto the duvet, and tuts, “So messy for me.”

You flush warmly at her comment, but can’t focus on that for long when she starts to tease you with her tip. Your breath catches in your throat, and you can barely hold back a whine of pure need.

Once Kitten decides her length is prepped well enough, she pushes in slowly. You will never get used to that feeling.

Her mouth hangs open, eyes lidded, but still staring at her entering you, “Good God, you’re tighter than ever, my (Y/N)...”

You exhale slowly once she bottoms out, feeling a certain kind of fullness only she could provide.

“Kitten…”

She raises an eyebrow, stilling any possible movements, “Pardon?”

Your eyes widen at your mistake, “Mistress, mistress!”

“That’s right, you don’t get to call me that right now, little one,” Kitten manages to push even deeper into you, and you stifle a groan, “Be good for me, and I can overlook that little… mix-up.”

You nod vehemently, and she smirks. Beginning to thrust in and out of you, painfully slow, her breathing is ragged. She was just as lust-drunk as you were. Emboldened by this, you clench down on her length, eliciting a high pitched moan from her.

“Naughty little (Y/N)... I love it.”

Kitten’s movements pick up, and she reaches a hand to cup one of your breasts. Arching into her touch, she kneads in time with her thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your string of curses made her chuckle darkly, “Don’t be so crass while I’m treating you so nicely.”

She pinches your nipple to punctuate her words, and fucks you in earnest. You practically mewl at this, and it only increases her desire to ruin you.

You try to resist meeting her thrusts, but you just can’t when it feels so good. Kitten doesn’t stop you, but instead grabs your hips to force you to properly meet the movements. You loved the feeling of being used by her like this, you would give anything for her to feel the same level of pleasure she was giving you.

“Mistress, I’m close again, please don’t stop…”

“You’re not coming again before I do, greedy girl,” she maintains her rhythm, accompanied with her nails digging into your hips.

Kitten’s movements seemed frantic and desperate as she fucks into you. You grab at one of her hands on your hip, emboldened by the pleasure. Before she can protest, you bring it to your neck.

She smirks, and begins to wrap her hand around you, adding just enough pressure for you to feel every inch of pleasure heightened.

“So pretty like this, all desperate for me,” her voice cracks mid sentence, “Gonna fill you up, yeah? Make you all mine…”

You moan as loud as you can with the hand wrapped around your throat, and feel her stutter inside you. Kitten stills, all the way in, and you feel her release.

Just as quick as she stilled, she starts to move again.

“Good girl, waiting for me,” she tightens her grip, “Come for your Mistress.”

You shut your eyes tightly, feeling another wave coming on. In a flurry of ‘thank you’s’ and ‘mistress,’ you feel that coil in your stomach unfurl suddenly.

As you come down from your high, you see Kitten above you panting just as hard as you.

“Thank you, thank you, Mistress…”

She smiles tiredly, and lays against your chest, “No need to thank me, doll, you did absolutely amazing.”

You smile into her embrace, and you begin to pet her brown curls, causing her to hum contentedly. If you died in this moment, you would be okay with that.

“So good to me, Kitten,” you kiss the top of her head, “Can’t believe I’m all yours.”

“You had better believe it, love, cause you’re gonna be mine forever.”

She sits up, and slowly pulls out, making sure to not overstimulate you too much. Wincing, you feel her release dripping from you.

“Oh, my…” Kitten kneels to be eye level with your entrance, “So much dirtier than I thought, pretty girl. Guess I have to clean you up, hm?”

#kitten braden x reader #patricia braden x reader #breakfast on pluto #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader

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book-place · 2 years ago

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Sleigh Ride

Warnings: bad friends, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Damian Wayne x reader platonic

Request: Ok then, can I pls request a batfam x reader (its mainly w damian) who's super oblivious? But they're friends with Damian eventho he's super harsh w her, but she knows he doesn't mean any of it. He had recently invited her to come and celebrate Christmas w him at the manor, but you kindly declined. You said you were going to another friend's house for Christmas. This would've been ok if it wasn't at Patricia's house. He absolutely despises Patricia. Patricia is bratty and always interrupts when you are talking then continues to take you away from him (he always tries his best not to be jealous or fight her). Anyways, the same day he overheard them talking trash about you, and that was his last straw.. So on, Christmas day, he offered to drive you to their house for the Christmas party Patricia was going to be holding. It took you about 3 minutes to realize that it wasn't the Way to her house. You asked where u were going, he admitted it was the way to the manor. After a while of bickering back and forth, you finally caved and agreed to go to the manor

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: Damian wasn’t happy when he heard who you were spending Christmas with

A/N: Welcome to Day 10 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas Celebration

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You hummed softly as you rocked back and forth on your heels, shivering slightly against the cold as you pulled your jacket around yourself tighter.

Your best friend, Damian, had told you he would pick you up for school so that you didn’t have to take the ‘foul smelling and splitting headache giving bus’ as he so kindly put it.

Not that you minded, you enjoyed hanging out with him, especially since it was the last day of school before winter break.

When Alfred’s car pulled into view, you picked your jacket up with a smile and waved at the man in the driver's seat before slipping in the back next to Damain.

“Morning, Dami!” You chirped, reaching over and buckling your seatbelt.

“Good morning.” He replied curtly.

“Thank you so much for the ride, Mr. Pennyworth!” You called excitedly, causing the man to look in the mirror at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“It is not at all a problem, Miss. Y/n.” He beamed.

The car ride was spent in a comfortable silence for the first few minutes with you happily kicking your legs back and forth and the boy beside you staring out the window.

“Come over to the manor for Christmas.” Damian said suddenly, and you looked up at him.

Though it sounded like a demand, you knew better. You had been best friends with the boy for about three years and you knew that though he acted harsh, it was normally just his way of showing he cared.

You frowned a little, “I would love to, Dami, but I already promised Patricia that I would go over to her house.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your words.

If it had been anyone else, any of the other millions of kids at school that you were friendly to, he would have just shrugged it off. But this wasn’t just any other student, this was Patricia.

The same Patricia that Damain had to physically strain himself not to fight. The girl that was always smirking and making rude comments towards you. The one that would always interrupt you when you were talking.

You being the nice- and slightly oblivious- person that you were, you just took it all with a smile, claiming that she didn’t do anything wrong and was your friend.

He set his jaw, “Oh? Is that so?”

You nodded happily, not even noticing the slight change in his demeanor the way you normally would, “Yeah! Oh, it’s going to be so fun! Her whole family will be there, and some of her other friends…”

Damian couldn’t even hear the rest, because if Patricia was bad when it was just the two of you, she was ten times worse when she was with all of her friends.

“… I just have to figure out how to get there because I don’t have a ride-“

Those words snapped the boy out of his small trance and an idea slowly started to formulate in his head.

“I can provide you a ride,” He spoke as casually as he could.

Your eyes lit up in excitement, “Really? Oh, thank you, Dami!” You threw your arms around him in a quick hug, to which he awkwardly patted your back.

Now all he had to do was make sure you didn’t catch onto his plan.

-•-

You watched your shoes as they tapped against the pavement to the small rhythm that you were humming softly under your breath, swaying back and forth a little bit from where you sat on a step of your porch.

It was finally Christmas and you were waiting for Damian to come pick you up to bring you to Patricia’s house.

When the car pulled up, you stood up with a grin, shivering a little bit against the cold and pulling your arms around yourself as you greeted Alfred and slid into your seat.

“Merry Christmas!” You exclaimed, smiling excitedly at your best friend.

He gave you a nod in return, “And to you.” He said.

“Oh my gosh!” You gushed, “It’s going to be so much fun at Patricia’s! And you can come too! Oh, I’m sure she won’t mind, especially since you gave me the ride-“ You cut yourself off as a slight frown pulled at your lips, “Wait, where are we going?” You inquired, turning to Alfred with a questioning expression.

Instead of turning down the street that would take you straight to where Patricia lived, the driver had turned the opposite way.

The man didn’t answer though, Damian did, “You’re not going over her house.” He said simply.

You laughed a little, “Where am I going then?” You thought he was joking and Alfred had just taken a wrong turn.

“To my house.” He replied with a shrug. Of course, he almost never joked.

“Why?” You asked, smile dropping.

“Because, Patricia is nothing but a brat who does not treat you with the respect that you deserve.” His hand was clenched into a knuckle at his side.

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed a little bit, “I’m bringing you to my home to celebrate Christmas with me and my family so that you will actually have a good time.”

“But Patricia-“

“Is always rude to you,” He interrupted, “She’s always interrupting and spitting out mean comments at you.”

Your frown deepened, “I don’t-“

“Think about it,” He said sternly, but not in a mean way.

So you did, silencing a little bit.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized that he was right. She would often change the subject when you were talking about something that interested you and would make snide remarks about your clothing choices.

“Oh,” You breathed out, feeling like an idiot as you looked down at your hands folded in your lap, eyes stinging slightly as they begin to pool with tears.

“You didn’t know,” Damain dismissed, looking you dead in the eyes, and you knew that it was his way of comforting you.

You looked over at him with a grateful smile and squeezed his hand once, “I would love to come over your house for Christmas, it’s going to be a lot of fun.”

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things

#book places christmas event #platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #teen reader #batfam x reader platonic #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #damain wayne #damian wayne x reader platonic #damian wayne x reader #dc x reader #dc universe #batfamily

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curiousscallop · 2 months ago

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when you get this ask, you have to answer with 5 of your favorite songs and then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers!!! (─‿‿─) ♡

(no pressure btw!!)

thank u sea :)

gouge away (pixies)

wenn ich tot bin (luna luna)

wolf (aliceband)

the ways of man (gordon bok, ann mayo muir, edd trickett)

zitti e buoni (måneskin)

gonna tag people because i don't want to send 10 asks and also it would be fun if this was a chain and i could make a playlist jkfjkbgjd

@curiousserpent @wizardandgalaxy @kittyhighfive @momonyaro @patricia-art-corner @billyjeanvaljean @theatredelabsurde @fruitily-pootling @sproutingcreature @swimmingkittenshark-blog

whoa 10 friends :o <3 tell me about your music taste pls <3 or don't! the world is your oyster

#hard pick between wolf and nancy by aliceband...#wolf was my most listened song one year tho so i figured i'd go with that

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theeccentricraven · 4 months ago

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Alphabet Write Tag

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

Rules: give a sentence for each letter of the alphabet! (Can compose or get from your WIP)

I took quotes from The Blood Cleaners, but composed the last one since I couldn't find any Z's (and it was about time I named the nameless young mother Justin has to encounter during a major section of the story).

A- As Justin covered his eyes and wriggled in his bed, for a moment, he thought this was mild in comparison to the previous shot.

B - “Bravo,” Lord Rico said indifferently. “You’ve earned bonuses for this week. I suppose you’ve proven me wrong. Not the little rebels, but the best we have.”

C - “Congratulations,” said Lady Juana. “Just don’t get too comfortable in that uniform too soon.”

D - Do you hear me?

E - “Excuse you,” Lucio grumbled. “No one excuses an enforcer.”

F- Favor….

G - “Guys!” he shouted. “We’re in an oven!”

H - "Hermana! Hermana!” The little girl ran up and sprung into Joselyn’s arms.

I - I wanted to let you know that you are one of the most amazing girls in this cruel world.

J - Joselyn took only half a step before the hissing sound of a vaculator echoed across the hall.

K - “Kind of?”

L - "Lady Charla is the one who blabbed. She’s worse than Lord Rico.”

M - May 31st. Justin had a week. He spent every night staying up past 3am rehearsing answers for every possible question he could think of.

N - "No matter how much they butter you up, don’t forget about how their rules can’t be condoned.”

O - Oscar and Wayne were slower with transforming while holding objects and slower with transforming to their normal selves.

P - Patricia blushed to show her tattoo of a desert flower.

Q - “Que pasa?”

R - Rafael stuck out his tongue.

S - “She practiced so hard,” Ellen said.

T - “Tenderheart!”

U - Under a log, she’d hid her cards.

V - Velma kept talking.

W - “We call him Pancho,” said Joselyn.

X - Xavier!

Y - "Yeah, I became a cleaner when I was five."

Z - Zoe was the Fist mother who cared for her toddler at home. When she wasn't on maternity leave, she worked as an operations manager at one of the propaganda studios.

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