RIFF HEADCANONS !!

RIFF HEADCANONS !!

riff is a horrible person and i do not condone his actions but mike's portrayal has made me empathized with the goddamn character and i cannot stop thinking about this headcanons so here you go.

ALSO FIRST HEADCANON I SAW IT SOMEWHERE ON TUMBLR BUT I CANNOT FIND WHO DID IT IM SORRY SO CREDS TO THEM THANK YOU FOR IT.

warnings: swearing (in multiple languages).

riff is terrified of pigeons

that was one of the most hilarious conversations with tony.

"hey- are you okay?"

"it's the pigeons man"

"...the what?"

"THE FUCKING PIDGEONS, TONY"

he can't do math.

and he can't read clocks. like,,, he always ask what time is it and if someone points at the clock instead of actually telling him, he gets pretty upset.

greatest climber. used to climb buildings and stuff just for fun.

dropout from school.

he is bad with kids. not purposefully, he is just not a natural. so then he'll be purposely mean with kids.

he tugs at the old necklace he has like a lot, even when he is not nervous.

by the way, tony has the exact same necklace but he doesn't wear it anymore. it's hanged on one of his walls at doc's, though.

he whistles. a lot. constantly. especially when he is alone.

and he is always singing. he would eventually burst into a full singing and dancing show FOR ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING.

terrific dancer by the way. music floods through his veins.

i'm not saying he has anxiety but that's exactly what i'm saying.

the might tony went to jail, he cried himself to sleep.

riff gets extremely nervous during rumbles. like, his anxiety will actually be higher than his adrenaline tbh.

baby john is his favorite, apart from tony. he is just so quiet and calm, he loves him.

fingers guns and bad puns. IF YOU GOT IT YOU GOT IT.

HE IS IRISH.

he never got to meet his mom because she left. as in,,, abandoned him with his dad. he would like to meet her, though, but he know it's practically impossible.

that fake silver bracelet he has? the only thing left from his mom. and his blond hair has the same blond she has.

hates his dad.

with a passion.

seriously

worst you can do is tell him he looks/acts like his dad.

don't do that.

he'll literally punch you. hard. right on the face.

he is a pretty romantic boyfriend and he really doesn't try to hide it because he's not romantic in the type of saying embarrassing adorable full of sugar things.

he is romantic in hands all over their partner, taking them on cute though short and not expensive dates ( doc's, a walk, dancing or maybe even the cinema )

and god, he would like to have money just so he could spoil his partner. he gets kinda upset when he remember he can't, because he totally would.

give him a clip he'll give you a key.

for real

he doesn't remember when did he learn to do that but he knows how to do it so.

this reminds me,,,

he doesn't remember most of his childhood.

yknowasintraumareflex

that's why he always saying he looks to the future.

his teenage years and the parts with tony, he can remember that perfectly, though.

he used to be a crybaby.

riff cried for absolutely anything when he was a kid.

he had to get tough, though. and now the only people who had ever seen him cry are his father and tony.

he still cries to tony sometimes.

he is always talking and running his mouth but he likes to sit in silence and do nothing.

maybe that's why he likes baby john that much, because when riff is silence he doesn't push him to keep talking.

baby john lets him be.

he is good with cars. not as good as diesel, but still

i'm telling yall.

he is crazy about cars.

will shamelessly punch whoever says a motorcycle is better than a good car.

as he should

his favorite cars are fords

they are just so classy and cool.

mouthpiece is the only one who can get him to crack a smile when he is feeling down.

he knows italian and a bit of french because i have this headcanons in which the jets are a huge cultural treasure.

and when he was learning italian with action, who by the way is italian of course, he naturally learned the swearing first.

he spent a whole week randomly screaming italian swear words whenever he got mad - like when he got his toe stubbed - and upset.

"CAZZO"

"what the heck"

"ACCIDENTI VAFFANCULO, PORCA VACCA, STRONZO UGH!"

"action, what-"

"don't ask, tony, just don't"

Heyy, can you write one imagine fluff about Damian Wayne, where he is clingy with reader

Damian Wayne x Reader: Rough week.

Words: 1108

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Warnings: There are mentions of blood and bleeding out but very few. It's mainly just fluff.

Edited?: Not yet, sorry.

Summary: Damian has a rough day both at school and during the patrols. He finds himself more exhausted than ever, and he gives up and goes to Y/N's house in order to feel real again, to rest.

Author's note: Thanks for requesting, anon!Hope you like it <3 Damian is the cutest thing ever, if you ignore his tsundure ways. In here Damian is 17 and Y/N is too. They are in an established relationship. Feedback is appreciated! Keep requesting!

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The wind ruffled up Damian's hair as he stood still on the rooftop. His eyes were exhaustively watching the town under him, the traffic lights not quite confusing his trained sight, ready to jump into action. His body was tensed and it hurt more than it usually did. Those idiotic thiefs had some good left hooks, but of course he was trained to bare with worst pains. Then why did he feel so tired?

That morning had been pretty rough. School wasn't a place where Damian felt completely comfortable. Academically speaking, he did feel safe and, to be honest, superior to others. But not having many friends was still rough, after all he was just a seventeen year old kid. He was sure, no, he knew everything would be easier if Y/N went to his school. But he also knew you couldn't attend to such a school, not even in a million years. You weren't exactly a wealthy philanthropist like he was.

Why did destiny give him the chance to meet you, he would never know. Damian just knew he had entered the animal shelter and you were behind the counter, with a kind smile he liked from the very beginning. It had took some time, a lot of time if we're being real here, but Damian started to like you, more and more, losing his precious self-control. Asking you on a date had been pretty awkward for both of you, but the date went great. And now, you had been dating for almost a year now.

You had found out about his secret identity as Robin pretty quickly. Damian couldn't decided if he was amazed by you being so perceptive and intelligent, or if he was mad. Thing is, Damian blindly trusted you, and so did you.

As he thought of you, his chest was filled with a warm feeling he always had whenever you were around. His tired eyes opened a bit more and he realized you made him calm. Maybe that was what he needed. To see you, to have you around.

The patrol was over, anyway. He just didn't want to go home because he knew Tim was staying that night at the Manor. Instead of continuing to stand still on the rooftop of that building, he made his way through Gotham City's rooftops and alleys, knowing by heart how to get to you place from every place in the city.

You were laying on your bed, earbuds in as you read the book Damian had lend you some weeks ago. Because of exams at school, you hadn't been able to read it, even though it was a really good book.

It took more than two knocks on the window to get you to look over at the window and see your boyfriend on his uniform, outside.

You rushed to walk over to the window and open it for him to enter into the bedroom, helping him out as you held a hand out for him to grab. You closed the window right after he had gotten in.

"Hey," you smiled kindly once you had turned around to look at him.

"Good night, beloved" Damian smile back, gently taking your hand and caressing it. He was always so gentle to you you'd get goosebumps "Staying?" You walked over to the door to lock it, after you had checked he wasn't stained in blood or anything that would cause mysterious stains in your sheets.

Damian nodded shortly, taking off the mask that covered his emerald green eyes, and keeping it in one of his belt's multitask, big pockets "For a bit. If it is okay with you"

You nodded back, letting him knew you had no problem with it. You looked for the last time at him, checking he wasn't hurt. Damian's visits on his uniform were always sudden and unexpected, and it wouldn't be the first time he had appeared on your floor, bleeding knuckles, or just bleeding out but with that charming and a bit annoying smile on his face. Then, after you were happy with knowing he had no visible wounds and considering he had no pain expression in his face, you sat on your bed and continued reading.

Damian took of his big, heavy boots before crawling up to the bed, slowly moving until he reached you. He took the book out of your hands, and before you could complain, he layed on top of you, or at least half of his body on top of yours and his head buried on the pillow next to your head. Then, he gave you your book back.

"Everything okay, Dami?" You muttered, closing the book with one hand and directing the other to the boy's hair.

You felt an arm move to your waist and being surrounded by it, on a somewhat tight grip that pretended to be a hug, which made you smile. He moved his head to the left, in order to look at you "I'm tired"

"Just that?" You watched as the boy nodded with his head. His grip on your waist didn't grow loose "You could use some sleep"

"I'll sleep later" he said, still looking at you. The way Damian stared at you was as loving and as gentle as the way he held you close to him.

A tiny smile grew on your face "You could use some cuddles, then"

"I don't cuddle" stated Damian, but his heart raced to the possibility of cuddling.

"Sure you don't"

You leaned in to kiss his lips shortly, breaking apart sooner than what he expected him, making Damian pout. You could have laughed, but instead chose to continue gently massaging his scalp, and to slowly run your hand up and down his back. If he would have been a cat, he would have purred. Instead, as a human, Damian just leaned in to get more cuddles, kissing lightly your clothed covered shoulder. He kept holding onto your waist, secretly begging for you to not stop those cuddles that made him feel calm and less tired. Without stopping the cuddles, you kissed his lips again, this time longer, allowing him to kiss you back as softly as you kissed him, until his head fell out of fatigue into your chest.

Neither of you noticed the moment he fell sleep because of the exhaustion he had been exposed to throughout his week, mainly because you fell sleep almost right after he did, you head against his, and his arm still wrapped around your waist, heart beats finding each other's as your chests pressed together. Everything was calm and sweet, and that was all that mattered.

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