#daytime hooker

[jrk84777]

[anjelicawrites]

Cringefail Throuple 💡

On a rainy day with the cringies, Reader and Billy are watching some kind of trashy reality tv, while Michael reads a stuffy intellectual book. He sits on the couch with them, but he scoffs at whatever they choose to watch.

Flash forward to about three hours later, and Michael is screaming blood murder at the tv because how DARE Tiffany wear an outfit that slutty to Rebecca’s classy holiday party!?!?!?!

It takes a good long fucking to calm him down.

Warnings: reference to panic attacks, Billy's car bomb, kissing, prostate massage, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral (male receiving), anal fingering, anal, p in v sex.

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Billy started watching what Michael calls 'Trash food for your brain' TV right after surviving the bomb car incident. For some months, even though he was seeing a therapist on line, he couldn't stand setting foot outside his parents' home; the fact that their house had been besieged by journalists for weeks hadn't help his mental health but, even if that weren't the case, he couldn't stand the outside world without falling prey of panic attacks. To stop the awful thoughts in his head, and to pass the time, he had started watching all brain killing daytime TV; he didn't truly follow the storylines, he just needed the constant white noise in the background. Now that he's doing so much better, and has you and Michael by his side, it's simply a way to unwind from the stress of stepping up at the pub. Secretly he is following a couple of storylines and he's keeping mum about it, he knows Michael will never let him hear the end of it!

You have started because of a couple of friends who wanted the option of someone smart on the crazy, oftentimes, toxic situations the authors create for the participants. You and your friends still have the WhatsApp group created for this occasion even though commenting in real time is not something you can do anymore. You maintain the habit whenever you are crashing at Billy's and want some down time to completely shut down your brain.

Usually Michael is not with you and Billy when this happens, he bitches and moans too much on how this trash is bad for both your brains and you two should do something different to unwind, like reading. Billy isn't much of a reader himself and you need to stop your brain from overworking, sometimes, and a book is of no help, staring blankly at the screen works for you.

It's a rainy weekend that has forced you three to change your plans and stay at home, moping a bit because you and Michael will have your exams soon and will be drowning in work for weeks and wished to be out and about, before the library swallows you two whole. You've curled next to Billy who is playing on his phone while some inane trash reality plays in the background, Michael is sitting on the only armchair with a thick tome about some mathematical problem you'd rather ignore and is groaning whenever the people on the screen are raising their voices too much for his own tastes. You've elected to ignore him and just let yourself be lulled into a semi conscious state by the rain pelting the windows and the stupid conversations on screen.

You jump awake when Michael shouts, finger pointing at the TV. For a moment you don't truly understand what he's saying, then your ears pick up his indignant tone: apparently one of the housewives of God knows where has arrived at this fancy birthday party dressed like a hooker. You stare owlishly at Billy, hoping he would help you understand what's happening on the screen; he can only shrug his shoulders.

"He's getting into it." Billy tells you. "He's been huffing like a boiling pot since the episode started." "Why?" The situation is so surreal you think you are still sleeping and having a weird ass dream. "Someone tried to do a sum and failed. He picked that up and was hooked ever since." "54 plus 67" comes from the armchair. "What?" You're too sleepy for math at the moment. "The simple sum. Look at that!" Michael snaps, finger pointed to the TV in the corner.

Billy snickers as you try to focus on the images on the screen. OK, the housewives rarely venture into classy territory: what's having Micheal's panties in a bunch?

"Those boots with that dress? You're never shagging her husband!"

Still feeling like you've walked into an alternate reality, you stare at Michael, who is sitting on the armchair, back hunched forward, his hands like claws around the worn fabric of the armchair. You recognize the behavior: he acted like this when Oliver decided to tag along with Felix's crowd, way before Billy became part of your lives. You had to go through countless rants against vapid cunts and bootlickers and there was only one thing that helped kicking him out of this mood.

You nudge Billy who is having too much fun just looking at Michael getting more incensed with each passing minute and stand up, throwing your sweater and shirt on the floor, before straddling Michael's legs.

"Now, I think you've had too much trash telly for today, what do you say?"

Michael is hyperfocusing so much that he doesn't notice your naked breasts, it takes Billy's hand in his hair to force his line of sight away from the screen to your naked skin.

"If you're not interested we can start without you, genius boy." Billy says.

You take the glasses off Michael's nose and put them on the floor.

"You're not going to need those for a while, love."

Before Michael can start complaining, Billy's lips slant over his, tongue ruthlessly fucking Michael's slack mouth; soon moans escape when your start playing with his nipples, the cold of your fingers against his inflamed skin sends shockwaves through his body, his mind absolutely focused on you and Billy and the raging erection in his trousers.

Still kissing, Billy has Michael standing up as you undo his trousers and guide him to the couch, where Billy bends Michael over, with his hands on the backrest and his legs spread for easy reaching. You kneel on the floor, one hand around Michael's erection, jacking him slowly with a loose fist, aiming at torturing him while Billy's finds the lube stashed under the cushions.

"Shit!" Michael's hips jut forward in the pathetic attempt to take control. "Go faster!" "Are you going to beg?" "Ah! No!" He moans, tears pooling in his eyes. "Then I should have some more fun."

Michael's complaints die on his tongue when your lips slowly envelope his weeping head, all of his movements controlled by Billy's hand on his hip, who is now in forcing Michael to sit still as you slowly blow him, your fingers tight around his base to make sure he's not coming before you and Billy allow him to.

Over you, the sticky sounds of your lovers kissing resume, accompanied by the squelching of the lube poured over Michael's hole, followed by Billy's long fingers fucking hard and fast against his prostate. Michael wails and moans with every passing of your lips up and down his length, your mouth tight enough to tease but not to make him come, Billy's fingers bullying his prostate make his knee wobble and the know in his belly tighten almost to the point of pain. He needs, needs to come, empty his bollocks all over your face, if only you'd lose your fingers around his base!

"Not so fast, genius boy. I think you need to stop thinking before you get to come".

Billy drawls against Michael's ear, before his teeth find the meat of his shoulder and bite down savagely, the pain forcing Michael over the abyss with a pained wail.

Michael's body shudders when the fingers in his arse don't stop fucking against his prostate and his balls are still full and heavy. Your tongue licks the thin fluid bubbling from his cock head, before you resume slowly blowing him, now swallowing around his cock until you're flush against him and his vision turns black.

Again and again pleasure ravages through him, until his bollocks hurt and he can't stand up anymore, not that this stops you and Billy from torturing him while you two help him on his back, by letting his heavy cock slap against his contracted abs.

Michael trembles and tries to breath when you two stop touching him just to stare at his body covered in sweat and your saliva. He's beautiful and debauched with his legs spread and cock hard, a thin line of spit sleeping from his parted lips. He moans when you take his erection in your hands again and roll the condom on, before your cunt envelops him slowly: you can't risk him coming just now.

You can feel Michael's full body shudders when Billy's cock breaches him, Michael's hole already fucked so thoroughly, that Billy bottoms out easily, before he starts grinding against his prostate, slow and thorough, just following the leisure rhythm of your hips and Michael's high pitched wails.

"Look at us." You order.

Michael's tears stained eyes fixate on your body as Billy's hands cup your breasts and play with your nipples, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that have both you and Michael moan. If it weren't for your weight and Billy's, Michael's hip would have already bucked wildly under you when your muscles clench, strangling his cock, which has his arse curl tightly around Billy's engorged erection; Billy can't help it but fuck Michael with harder and faster pushes and Michael is babbling, desperate to come, every cell of his being ready to explode.

"Don't you dare!" You pant. "Not yet!"

Michael's fingers grab your arse, helping you grind tighter against him, your muscles curling around him to the point of pain, Billy's hands grasp his hips to anchor himself to push inside of him like the desperate man that he is, almost mad with the pleasure Michael's tight arse is giving him.

Michael's back arches when he comes, his nails grab at your skin with a savagery that leaves marks behind, the pain kick starting your orgasm, your cunt a vise around Michael who whines and screams, his arse so tight that Billy comes with a shout, before falling over you, effectively trapping Michael under your combined weights.

The bloody sofa is too small to house you three, not that any of you cares, breathless as you all are, your brains still coming down from the incredible high you have experienced.

You nuzzle Michael's neck, your tongue licking the sweat there.

"She's already shagged her friend's husband. You'd know that if you'd followed the whole season."

The vibrations of Billy's laughter travel down your back and Michael huffs under you: if he gets to be fucked like this every time you three watch trash TV together he's happy to watch every single episode!

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[al-dusty33]

Loverbird

Chapter 1: The Sidekick's Sidekick

Summary: Moving to Gotham City for your dad's job promotion, you find yourself in the middle of a city-wide conspiracy theory about the mysterious disappearances. Teaming up with Robin, you set off to get to the bottom of it all and find out who is behind all of it.

The reader is Non-binary but was born a female. If that's not your type of reader then don't continue reading. Or do, I can't control you.

First time posting fanfiction on here so let me know if I should make changes in the chapter or if you would like more.

Warning: This book (not just this chapter) contains: swearing, violence, sexual content, mature themes, alcohol consumption, near death experiences, and Joker.

09/01/2022 (Afternoon)

The door opens to the new apartment the (Last Name)'s moved into. (Name)'s father takes the first step inside and takes a deep breath in, "Can't believe I'm back in Gotham City after all these years..." he mumbles. He looks back at his family and waves them in, "Look around and choose a room."

(Name) walks in and looks around the empty apartment. This will be the place they'll be living at, "It's... Small..." They mutter under their breath before shrugging their shoulders and glancing outside, "Better than out there..."

On the car ride here, (Name) had already seen two drug deals and a few daytime hookers.

"Gotham City is definitely a bit different than the cornfields from Illinois," (Name)'s mother comments as she places a medium-sized cardboard box on the kitchen island.

Alexandra walks past her mom, completely absorbed in her phone, "A bit different is an understatement," Her gaze moves up from her phone to her mom, "The streets seem nice but there are criminals everywhere."

"And it was the crime and corruption that caused my family to move in the first place..." (Name)'s dad grumbles under his breath as he walks by to grab some boxes from the moving truck outside.

Oliver walks into the apartment holding a few cardboard boxes, "That should be this city's slogan," He sets the boxes on the floor in the empty living room.

"What?" Alexandra raises her eyebrow at Oliver and slips her phone back into her pocket, "Crime and corruption?"

Oliver nods his head with a mischievous smirk on his face, "It's perfect for this city," he starts making his way outside again as Alexandra follows him.

(Name) wanders further into the apartment to map out the layout in their head. They slip their headphones on to listen to some music as they walk from room to room.

When entering the apartment, you're immediately introduced to the living room and kitchen. Next to the kitchen is a hallway that leads to all the bedrooms.

At the far door on the right, (Name) opens the door and enters a decent-sized room. A soft smile graces their lips as they look around the room.

"This seems nice..." They walk over to the window and open it, "A fire escape..." (Name) slowly nods their head and glances around to the surrounding area outside, "Good to know in case of emergencies," They close the window and move to the middle of the room to envision how they want their room to look.

"You like it?" (Name)'s mom's voice breaks through the music playing through (Name)'s headphones.

(Name) removes one side of their headphones and looks back at their mom, "Yeah, I do," they do a small spin in the middle of the room, "It's like the room was made for me," They softly chuckle and glance out the window.

Their mom moves closer to the window and looks out, "You know, if you're lucky enough you might catch a glimpse of Batman."

"Batman?" (Name) stands next to their mom, "Why would he pop up around here?" They look around outside, "I heard this is a safe neighborhood," They cross their arms and lean against the window sill, "So safe in fact that some parents let their kids stay out later than most."

"That's just bad parenting..." Their mom mumbles under her breath and shakes her head, "But that is true about the neighborhood. Hence, why we moved here to this area."

(Name) looks at their mom, "Why did we move from Illinois to New Jersey? What was the reason?"

"It's because of your dad's job," Their mom explains and leans against the wall next to the window, "They offer a better job opportunity in Gotham City. Since he lived in the area before, he thought why not?" She softly smiles and looks out the window again, "After a while of discussing with me, we end up here."

"So, that's why you force us to take those self-defense classes?" (Name) asks, "So if we run into a mugger we have a chance to make it out alive?" They snicker, "You know, Mom, I was the fastest learner there," they feel a sense of confidence washed over them for a moment.

Their mom smiles and gently ruffles their hair, "I'm proud of you, (NickName)."

(Name)'s chest swells with a proud feeling, a feeling they don't think they'll ever get over.

"Well," (Name)'s mom pushes herself off the wall, "We should get back to unpacking," She makes her way to the exit, "We'll order out for tonight," With one last smile, she leaves.

~[Night]~

(Name)'s family took a break from unpacking and sat in the living room on metal folding chairs. They talked about how their life would be in Gotham City, the potential people they'd meet, and other random things that came to mind.

(Name) stares out the window at the red night sky and sees a small family of three walking down the street and enjoying the night air without too much fear. They softly smile at the sight.

"Are you excited to be starting a new school?" (Name)'s father's voice breaks (Name)'s out of their small trance.

(Name) moves their gaze over to their father, "Huh? School?" They look down at their hands for a moment and shrug, "I guess it's a thought but I'm not excited..."

Alexandra nods her head, "Making friends this late in middle school is going to be hard since everyone already knows each other," She pulls out her phone to scroll through TikTok.

(Name) stands up and stretches their arms above their head, "Whelp..." They slide their hands into their pockets, "I'm gonna go chill in my room for a bit," They start making their way to their room, "Come get me when the pizza gets here."

They walk down the hall and enter their room. A bang was heard outside their window.

(Name) raises an eyebrow, "What the...?" They walk over to their window and open it. They look around outside to see nothing unusual, "What was that...?" They look around a little more before closing the window again, "That's strange..." They mumble to themselves. They take one last glance outside their window before leaving it be.

09/03/2022 (Late Morning)

(Name) leaves the corner convenience store and walks down the sidewalk of Gotham. They scroll through their phone looking for music to listen to on their walk home.

One of the coins they were holding slips out of their grasp so they crouch down to get it. From the corner of their eye, they see a van slowing down a couple of yards away from them.

They raise their eyebrow at the sight but don't think much of it and continue their walk. A few minutes go by and (Name) takes another glance behind them to see the van still following them at the same distance.

Alarms go off in their mind and instead of continuing their path home, they turn down a random street with people around to see if the van is still following them. After another couple of minutes, (Name) looks back again to see the van still there.

Panic washes over them like a tidal wave and they pick up the pace. They couldn't go home with someone following them, they needed to lose them first.

(Name) takes random turns at every other street in hopes of losing their followers. They weren't thinking about where they were going just hoping for the following to stop they ran into a dead end in an alley.

Dread takes over their system as they frantically look around for a place to go. Seeing no way forward, they turn around only to be met with the van blocking their path. A muscular man gets out of the car with a handgun and makes his way toward (Name).

(Name) backs up as much as they can until the cool bricks hit their back. They looked around for something to defend themselves with but it was too late when the man pistol-whipped them in the head and knocked them out.

~[???]~

(Name) blinks their eyes open a few times in a daze. Their head was pounding and the fluorescent lights above them weren't helping. They look around to try and get a better idea of where they were at.

An old, splintering door was directly in front of them, the wallpaper around them was peeling, and any movement on the floorboards made it creak.

(Name) notices they were tied to a chair and they panicked. They struggled with their restraints and luckily they were loose. After a few moments of struggling, they managed to escape their restraints. (Name) checks their pockets for their phone only to find out that it is missing.

"Great..." (Name) grumbles under their breath. They took another look around the room and found a broken lead pipe. They smirked and picked it up, "Lucky me..."

They slowly crept their way over to the door to check if it was locked. It was not. (Name) narrows their eyes at the doorknob, "This feels like it's too easy..."

They carefully open the door a little to take a peek outside. Seeing no one there, (Name) mentally prepares themselves and ventures down the hall.

As they creep down the hall, a door left ajar catches their attention. Opening the door reveals a makeshift office inside. (Name) peeks around to make sure it is safe before entering. They close the door behind them and head over to the desk in the corner. On the desk was their phone and a piece of paper.

(Name) picks up their phone and checks the time, "7:20 PM... I was out for a couple of hours..." Their gaze moves over to the paper and reads it over.

___________________________________________

Rosemary Delgado

23 - F

Hunter Marshall

26 - M

Delilah Jones

14 - F

Earving Glover

15 - M

Geoff Roberts

25 - M

(Name) (Last Name)

16 - F

___________________________________________

"Holy crap..." (Name) whispers out loud before opening the camera app on their phone and taking a picture of it. They flipped the page to see addresses correlating to each name. They take a picture of that as well before placing the paper down.

They looked around the office a little more and found nothing of interest. They walk over to their door and open it a little to see two armed guys standing at the top of the stairs.

Anxiety floods their brain as (Name) listens in on their conversation.

"So, do ya 'ave the lass?" A guy with a cockney accent asks through the radio.

One of the guys leaned into their radio and said, "We have her, sir. She wasn't a problem at all."

"Good. The client said to make sure not to harm the girl. He says she will help with his excitement."

"We know, sir."

"He better hurry before the Bat shows up," Then radio silence.

(Name) watches one of the guards walk away, leaving the other guy completely vulnerable to an attack. (Name) readjusts their grip on the metal pipe before carefully creeping over to the lone guard. Once they got close enough, they raised the metal pipe above their head and then swung it down on the guy's head. The guy collapses to the ground unconscious.

(Name) takes a few moments to calm themselves down before making their way downstairs. And from their view, saw five guys with guns.

They gulp and tip-toe to an isolated guy. They get closer to him and the gun turns around to face them. Before the guy can call out to someone, (Name) punches him right below the chin which snaps the guy's head back and knocks him out.

(Name) glances behind them to see two guards walking towards them. They quickly looked around and saw an empty can. Picking it up, they threw it out the window to cause a loud sound.

"What was that?" One of the guys asks the other as he aims his gun toward the window.

The other shrugs and lightly nudges the other, "Let's check it out then. Better for both of us to go in case it's the Bat."

The first guy lets out a small sigh and shakes his head, "I admire your confidence, Dlyan..." He grumbles under his breath before the two guys leave to check it out.

(Name) let out a breath they didn't realize they were holding. After waiting a few minutes, they slowly make their way to the next guy standing next to the couch in the living room.

The guard's mind seems to be in the clouds as he stands there. (Name) sneaks up behind him before swinging the metal pipe to the side of his head and knocking him out on the couch.

(Name) smiles a little and thinks that everything is going smoothly that was until they feel something cold pressed against the back of their skull.

"Where do you think you're doing, little lady?" A gruff-sounding voice came from behind them. They could smell cigarette smoke oozing off him.

(Name) drops the pipe and holds their hands up, "Fuck..." They mutter under their breath as their anxiety starts to rise inside them. They peek behind their shoulder to see the last guy lean into their radio but before he can get a word out, someone kicks him in the face.

The guy drops his gun and stumbles a few steps back with his hand cradling his cheek. He spits out some blood along with a tooth and glares at his attacker.

(Name) looks up and sees Robin standing there in a fighting stance.

"So it was you guys behind the missing people..." Robin mumbles under his breath. He clenches his fists even tighter and his jaw tightens.

"You're not going to do shit without the bat, kid!" The guy yells before cracking his knuckles, "I'm going to bury you alive!" He runs toward Robin with his fist in the air, ready to punch the living daylights out of him.

Robin sidesteps and trips the oncoming guy which causes him to stumble forward.

The guy falls to the ground and picks up a nearby glass shard. He quickly gets up and lunges at Robin in an attempt to stab him.

The guy manages to cut Robin's arm. Robin grabs his arm for a second and checks his hand for blood. When he sees some, Robin bares his teeth, "You jackass..." He kicks the side of the guy's leg.

The guy quickly recovers from the kick and punches Robin in the gut. He goes to grab a nearby lamp.

Robin staggers a bit from being punched but takes out a batarrang from his utility and throws it at the lamp to knock away the guy's reach.

The lamp falls to the ground and the base breaks. The guy glares at Robin and lunges at him again. He manages to pin Robin against a wall.

(Name) stood there frozen in fear. The moment Robin was pinned, (Name) was able to snap out of whatever was holding them back. They immediately pick up the metal pipe again and run over to the guy to knock him out. Once they were close enough, they swung the metal pipe down on the guy's head and helped Robin.

Robin rubs his sore wrist and stares down at the unconscious guy. He glances up at (Name) for a moment, "Thanks for that..." He mumbles.

(Name) shrugs a little, "No problem, besides you did all the fighting and saved me so thank you," They smile a little at Robin. After a few moments, they collapse to their knees.

Robin was surprised by that and kneeled next to them, "Hey, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" He softly places his hand on their shoulder.

(Name) nods, "Yeah... I'm fine..." They look up at Robin, "It's just that I've never experienced this kind of situation before..." They gently grab Robin's forearm, "Honestly, I thought I was a goner for a second when I felt that gun..." They start hyperventilating a little, "I thought I was never going to see my family again..."

"Hey, hey, hey..." Robin rubs their back, "It's okay, what you're feeling is understandable..." He softly smiles at (Name), "You know, it's amazing you were able to get this far in your escape," He ruffles their hair a little, "That's impressive."

That was able to calm and cheer (Name) a little, "That honestly means a lot coming from you, Robin..." They smiled a little.

Robin rubs the back of his neck and looks away a little, "Sorry that Batman didn't show up, he's currently being run quite thin," He glares at nothing particular, "Those damn criminals..." He grumbles under his breath.

(Name) raises an eyebrow at that comment but doesn't question it, "That doesn't matter, you still helped me," They contemplate to themselves for a moment before giving Robin a quick hug, "You're my hero..." They whisper into his ear.

Robin tenses up a little at the contact and feels his face warm up. He hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around their back, "Yeah... N-No problem," He clears his throat and lets them go, "We should head outside and wait for the GCPD."

(Name) releases him from the hug and clears their throat, "Sounds like a plan."

Robin stands up and offers (Name) his hand, "Let me help you up," An awkward, soft smile appears on his face.

(Name) stares at his hand for a few moments before taking his hand. They mutter out another thanks and the two walk out of the rundown building.

The two stand there in silence for a few minutes until Robin speaks up, "So... What's your name?" He glances to his right at them.

"(Name)..." They look at him, "(Name) (Last Name)," They squeeze Robin's hand a little before realizing they are still holding hands and let it go.

Robin nods, "Cool name," he looks down the street to try and see any flashing lights, "Do you go to school?"

(Name) nods, "Yeah, I'll be attending Gotham City High School," They slide their hands into their pockets and look down the other side of the street.

Robin's breath hitches in his throat, "Gotham City High School...?" He mutters out and glances over at them again, "Are you for real?"

"Yeah," (Name) looks back at Robin again and raises an eyebrow at him, "Is that a problem?"

Robin vigorously waves his hands in front of himself in a defensive way, "No, no, no!" He awkwardly chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, "There's no problem with that at all... I was just asking or whatever..." His voice trails off again as he looks away again.

(Name) looks Robin over for a moment before shrugging it off.

~[Night]~

(Name) has been sitting in the interrogation room for hours at the police station.

"So, how long have you known Robin?" Officer Montoya asks. She has her arms crossed and leans back against the wall.

(Name) groans and their head rolls back to rest on the back of their seat. They stare up at the ceiling for a few moments before answering, "How many times are you going to ask the same questions?" They narrow their eyes at Montoya, "I only recently moved to Gotham City and this is the first time I've seen him. There is nothing between us."

She looks away for a few seconds and then sighs, "I'm so sorry for keeping you here, it's just that the chief is refusing to let you go and the commissioner isn't here right now to talk some sense into him."

(Name) rests their head on their chin and leans on the table in front of them, "I'm really tired... When will I go home?"

Officer Montoya walks over and gently pats (Name)'s shoulder, "Hopefully soon," She heads over to the door, "Again, I'm sorry for keeping you here. Chief Rojas is trying really hard to find a more definitive connection between you and Batman. For some unknown reason, he doesn't like Batman," Then she left.

(Name) sits there at the table for a couple of more minutes. Their eyes start to droop until eventually drift off to sleep.

~[Midnight]~

"Hey..." A male's voice calls out from the darkness as (Name) feels someone shaking them.

They blink their eyes open a few times and glance to see an older gentleman with greying red hair and gentle, tired blue eyes behind glasses.

"Sorry to wake you but are you (Name) (LastName)?" The man asks as he leans back a little from the table.

(Name) sits up in their seat and rubs their eyes, "Yeah..." They look around a little before their gaze lands on the man again, "Who are you...?" they mumble.

The man holds his hand out for (Name) to shake, "I'm Commissioner James Gordon," (Name) takes his hand and shakes it, "You're questioning is done so I'll be taking you home. We already told your parents what happened to you," He gently helps (Name) out of their seat, "Come on."

As Commissioner Gordon and (Name) leave the Interrogation room and head over to the police cruiser, they overheard from an officer and a detective talking about the almost endless crimes happening every night and how everyone is getting tired by it.

--

The scenery of city buildings, cars, and people walking flies by the two as Commissioner Gordon drives (Name) home. The car ride was mostly silent besides the soft blues playing in the background.

"So..." Commissioner Gordon glances over to his right at (Name), "I heard from Officer Montoya that you and your family recently moved to Gotham City," He stops at a red light, "How are you liking it so far?"

(Name) shrugs as their gaze sticks to outside the window, "It's been fine... Besides being kidnapped by some random guys..." Their murmurs were so low Commissioner Gordon almost didn't hear them.

Commissioner Gordon takes a deep breath in, "Well, I'm glad your stay here has been fine so far..."

The two sit in silence at the red light. The silence was almost unbearable; Commissioner Gordon was thanking the stars at least some music was playing.

The light turns green and Commissioner Gordon starts driving.

"Do you have any siblings?" He asks in hopes of starting up another conversation. He takes a right turn on a street in Chinatown.

"Two. An older brother and a younger sister," (Name) answers. They look over at Commissioner Gordon and ask, "You have any kids, Commissioner?"

Commissioner Gordon almost smiles that this conversation wasn't going to be a total drag, "Two. Barbara and James Jr." He glances at (Name) for a few seconds then back at the road, "My daughter works part-time at the local library by where you live," He seems to be quite proud of his daughter.

A small smile starts to form on (Name)'s lips, "The library?" They look down for a moment as their smile grows, "I haven't been there yet..." They mumble to themselves under their breath. (Name)'s gaze moves back to the Commissioner, "How far is the library?"

"Just a few blocks," Commissioner Gordon answers. He soon pulls off to the side in front of (Name)'s apartment building, "Whelp, it's good talking to you and here..." He takes out a small folded piece of paper and hands it to (Name), "...If you ever need to reach me, just call that number."

(Name) takes the paper and looks it over before leaving the car, "Thanks, Commissioner Gordon," They look at him, "I'll give you a call..." They give him a small wave before closing the car door.

09/04/2023 (Morning)

That night, (Name) didn't get much sleep once they got home. Their mind kept going back to that piece of paper they found. They hope Commissioner Gordon will find it and the thought in (Name)'s head will finally rest.

They sat on the floor of their nearly empty living room. They gently nibble on the bottom lip, lost in thought about that stupid paper. They slip their phone out of their pocket and pull up the pictures of the sheet of paper.

The names are obviously for the people who were kidnapped, four people before them, but the addresses were what puzzled (Name). Were they the addresses of where the people lived, (Name) hasn't memorized their address yet, or was it the location of where they were kidnapped.

"Why can't you leave my mind, you stupid paper..." (Name) grumbles under their breath. They run their hand through their hair, "And why am I so stuck on this...?"

(Name) pulls up Commissioner Gordon's number and sends him a text.

___________________________________________

[Good morning, Commissioner Gordon, this is (Name) (LastName). In the abandoned building I was found in had an office with a sheet of paper on top. I think it might help you.]

8:47

___________________________________________

(Name) takes a deep breath, "Maybe that text was stupid... The GCPD probably found it," They stand up from the floor, "I'm gonna go crazy over that stupid paper..."

Their mind continues to spiral about that paper and why they were even concerned about it in the first place.

"(Name)?" (Name)'s mom calls out to them, "Are you feeling okay?"

Her voice snaps (Name) out of their thoughts, "Mom!" Their eyes dart over to their mom, "Uh... Yeah, I'm fine," They look outside the window, "Just have a lot on my mind right now..."

(Name)'s mom walks over and sits down next to him, "Oh, sweetie..." She wraps her arms around their shoulders, "It's okay to not be okay..."

(Name) takes a deep breath, "Yeah... But I swear that I'm fine," They rest their head against their mom's shoulder, "Just overthinking..."

"About what? Last night?" (Name)'s mom asks, "Or is it something else?"

"It's fine..." (Name) quickly stands up, "Don't worry about it."

She was taken aback by the sudden outburst, but she didn't press on it, "Well..." She takes a few moments to collect her thoughts and then stands up as well, "I'm here if you need anything," She pulls (Name) closer and embraces them.

(Name) didn't hesitate to wrap their arms around their mom.

The two stand in the empty living room in comfortable silence. Nothing needed to be said for them to understand each other.

"How about we go to the Gotham City Mall later today?" (Name)'s mom pulls back a little to look them in the eyes, "It'll help clear our minds."

(Name) softly smiles, "Sure, sounds fun."

~[Afternoon]~

The mall was bustling with activity from friends hanging out in the food court to parents dragging their children into a store they had no interest in.

"Okay, you all have money, so go off on your own. We'll meet at the food court in an hour," (Name)'s dad announces, "Just to be clear, I love you all but we all have already spent a lot of time together at the apartment."

(Name) chuckles a little under their breath before walking off to find something to do.

They walk by the different stores until one catches their eye.

"A Halloween store? Wonder what I can find..." (Name) mumbles under their breath.

They walk into the store and are immediately surrounded by monsters, ghouls, heroes found in the Justice League, and many other random things.

(Name) walks over to the mask section of the store and picks up a plastic rabbit mask. Their fingers gently trace the edges of the mask as their eyes take in the details.

The mask is a simple white mask that only covers the top half of the face.

A feeling deep down inside was telling them to buy the mask. What importance would the mask have to give to (Name)? Probably for a costume for Halloween.

Following the strange guide of their subconscious, (Name) takes it over to the counter and buys it.

Walking out of the store with their new item, they set off to explore the mall for a new interesting thing to spend money on.

--

How (Name) ended up sitting at a Victoria's Secret while Barbara, Commissioner Gordon's daughter, was in the changing room was beyond them. One minute, they were walking around the mall and the next meeting Barbara in front of a Spencer's.

(Name) taps their fingers on their knees as they wait for Barbara to come out and ask for their opinion. Their mind slowly wanders back to the paper from the previous night.

While on the drive to the mall, (Name) searches up the addresses the people were taken at and they find out all of the addresses is in the same neighborhood the (LastName)s just moved into.

Barbara pulls open the curtain of her changing room as she steps out in a matching pair of dark lavender undergarments.

"So, how do these look?" Barbara asks as she does a little spin to show it off.

"Uh..." (Name) takes a few moments to process Barbara's words before responding, "I like the color; I think it suits you well," They softly smile.

"You think?" Barbara looks down at the clothes she's wearing and tries to see if she agrees with (Name)'s opinion. She nods and smiles at them, "I agree. They are also really comfortable to wear; it's like you don't even notice them," She does another small spin before walking back into the changing room.

While Barbara is changing, (Name) takes out their phone and pulls up the maps app on their phone.

"What else do these addresses have in common...?" (Name) mutters under their breath.

Unfortunately, due to (Name)'s lack in knowledge of the area, they weren't able to find any more information about it.

Barbara comes back out fully dressed with the undergarments in hand, "Are you ready to head out?"

(Name)'s gaze snaps back up to Barbara and slips their phone back into their pocket, "You're only getting one? I thought you would buy more."

Barbara waves them off and says, "I wouldn't want to bore you too long," They gently grab (Name)'s arm and pull them up.

Barbara pays for the clothes and the two walk out of Victoria's Secret.

"Is there anything else you want to buy?" She asks while scanning the surrounding area.

(Name) shakes their head, "Nah, just the Halloween mask," They look around, "I thought Halloween was banned in Gotham."

"It's still in the process of being banned," Barbara answers before dragging (Name) with her toward the food court.

That information surprises them a little since the announcement of Halloween being banned in Gotham came out two years ago.

The two walk in silence for a while; both not knowing what to say at the moment.

Barbara was the one to break the silence by clearing her throat, "So.... Uh..." She looks over at (Name), "It must've been scary being kidnapped."

(Name) can tell that Barbara mentally face palmed herself for asking a question like that.

Instead of furthering any embarrassment Barbara may have received, (Name) decides to just casually answer it, "Yeah, it was definitely an experience. I was lucky Robin came in and rescued me."

"Pretty cool to meet a vigilante, right?" Barbara asks with a smile on her face, "Did you know he is the second Robin?"

They shake their head, "I didn't know there was a first Robin..." They mumbled. They go quiet again and then ask, "Do you think I'll meet him again?"

"Let's just hope you don't," Barbara answers and that was the end of their conversation.

~[Night]~

(Name) Was currently lying down on a pile of boxes in their room and scrolling through their phone about the names of the people on the list.

So far in their investigation, nothing important was coming up.

(Name) softly groans, "Why am I even bothering with any of this?" They turn their phone off and place it into their pocket, "The police didn't find the paper..."

Earlier, (Name) received a reply from Commissioner Gordon about the paper with the names and addresses but any sign of the paper existing was gone. (Name)'s phone has been acting up lately and can't send any videos or photos to anyone.

A soft bang was heard on the fire escape outside their window.

They immediately shoot up and look out the window. There, they see Robin sitting on the railing.

"What are the chances...?" (Name) mumbles under their breath.

They stand up and walk over to the window. They quietly open it and step out.

Robin looks over his shoulder at them. He seems surprised to see them, "(Name)? What are you doing here?"

"I can ask you the same thing," (Name) leans their elbows on the railing next to Robin, "This is my room."

"Oh..." Robin's voice trails off as he looks out toward the neighborhood, "How are you feeling? Still shaken up?"

"Driving myself crazy."

Robin's gaze quickly moves back to (Name), "Crazy? With what?"

"With this," (Name) takes their phone out and pulls up the images of the paper. They hand the phone over to Robin.

His eyes scan over the first image, "These are the names of the people who've been kidnapped."

"I thought so."

Robin swipes to the next image, "And these addresses are around here."

"A quick search answered that one for me."

"Where did you get these images?" Robin hands the phone back to (Name).

"It was at that place," (Name) puts their phone back into their pocket, "But sadly, the paper was stolen and the police don't know what's on it."

"You have Commissioner Gordon's number, right? Why don't you just send it to him?" Robin asks.

"First," (Name) glances over at Robin, "I'm not going to ask how you know that. And second, my phone is being dumb and can't send any images and videos."

Robin takes a deep breath and nods his head, "Yeah... That doesn't help..." His eyes looks forward again toward the quiet neighborhood, "This place is the complete opposite of Crime Alley."

This captures (Name)'s attention, "Crime Alley?"

Robin nods his head, "Yeah. The place used to be called Park Row before being dubbed Crime Alley," His gaze moves to (Name), "Like the name suggests, the place is full of crime. But here," He waves his hand out toward the neighborhood like he was showing it off to them, "it's one of the safest areas in Gotham City. No wonder the families of the missing people report their disappearances so late."

The conversation continues to get even more interesting to (Name), "Do you think that's why the kidnappers target this place?"

Robin takes a few moments to process the information before answering, "Possibly," He looks out, "This whole case is a little weird," He softly smirks as his voice takes on a more playful tone, "And I'm saying that like I don't fight a human crocodile and and plants monsters while dressed in bright colors."

(Name) lets out a huff of amusement before asking, "Are you gonna report all this to Batman?"

Robin shakes his head, "No. I'm doing the missing people's case alone."

"Why are you doing it by yourself?" (Name) asks.

"Batman has been stretched thin with all these different crimes happening basically all at once," Robin explains, "Crime in this city isn't unusual, but how much that's happening right now is unusual."

"Yeah..." (Name) fold their arms on the railing and rest their chin on them, "You mentioned that before and some officers were talking about it..."

The two stand there in silence and take in the Gotham night air. (Name)'s eyes look skyward as some thoughts run through their mind like why was the night sky red and if there was any way to help Robin.

"Hey," (Name) finally breaks the silence, "You can say no to this but what if I help you in the case." They focus their gaze on Robin again.

He seems surprised to be asked that question as he stammers out, "You want to help me?" He narrows his eyes at them, "Why?"

"Well," They take a few moments to think before continuing, "because I'm a nobody in Gotham, I could sneak around getting information unnoticed in the daytime," They explain.

Robin looks off as he thinks about it for a moment, "You could still get hurt...."

(Name) places their hand on his forearm, "That's why I'm going to need you. You can protect me and even teach me how to fight."

Robin rubs the back of his neck, "I don't know..."

"If you don't want me to help then that's fine, just keep me updated."

Robin mumbles to himself to come up with the best scenario.

After some more mumbling, Robin looks back up at (Name) and says, "Maybe it would be better for you to help. And as you said, I would be there to protect you and I can teach you how to properly fight."

"So, is that your final answer?" (Name) asks as they lean in a little closer.

Robin nods, "Yeah it is," He takes a phone out of his pocket, "This is a burner phone made by Batman," He holds his hand out, "We can communicate through this."

(Name) places their phone in his hand. They watch Robin set everything up on both phones before handing theirs back.

They look at the contact saved on their phone.

John Doe

"You know, this is more suspicious than just putting Robin," (Name) comments with a teasing smile on their face.

Robin rolls his eyes and gently pushes (Name), "Shut up, I can't give you my real name for Batman reasons," He crosses his arms and looks away.

A snort of amusement escapes from (Name) as they lean back, "'Batman reasons'? Really? Is that the best you can come up with?"

He whips his head back around and glares at them, "What did you want me to say?"

They hold their hands up in mock defense, "Nah, it's cool. You have your 'Batman reasons' and I don't need to know the nitty gritty."

Robin looks them over for a moment then flicks their forehead.

(Name) rubs their forehead, "What was that for?" They narrow their eyes right back at him.

A mischievous smile slowly grows on his face before he says, "Batman reasons."

They did a small fake laugh and then grumble, "I'm gonna punch you later..."

He lets out a boyish chuckle before pulling something out of his pocket, "Here," He opens his hand to show a little Bat symbol button.

(Name) grabs the small item and examine it, "What's this?"

Robin points at device, "If you're ever in trouble then press that button and I'll come running."

They look up at him and softly smiles, "Thanks, Robin, I appreciate it."

Robin smiles too, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya."

Robin grabs his grapple gun from his utility belt and then flies off into the night sky.

09/05/2022 (Night)

Robin and (Name) were standing on the rooftop of a random building in the Safe Zone, which the two made the decision to name the safest area of Gotham. As the two wait for something to happen, Robin thought it was a good idea to use this time to train (Name) how to properly fight.

"Do you think the person kidnapping civilians is going to strike tonight?" (Name) asks as they throw out a punch.

Robin holds the soft mat in front of his chest to catch every hit, "Since the last one was a failure, they might try again soon."

"Soooo..." They punch the mat again, "Why did you choose this location?" And another punch.

"I used the other addresses as points and this location was where all the points meet," Robin explains with a slight shrug like it was no big deal.

"That's pretty smart..." (Name) mumbles and punches the mat as hard as they can.

The two continue to train together when all of a sudden they heard someone swear.

Both of their heads whip around in the direction of the commotion before running over to the edge of the rooftop. There, they see a few guys dressed in sweatshirts, beanies, jeans, and boots, like they were preparing for winter, transporting an expensive-looking machine onto a truck. Ice surrounded the open garage door.

(Name) leans farther off the ledge to get a closer look, "What is that?" They whisper and almost fall off the roof.

Robin quickly catches them and settles them on their feet, "I don't know and it obviously doesn't belong to them," He looked over at me, "You stay here and watch."

They nod their head, "No complaints from me," (Name) takes out the rabbit mask they bought from the bag they brought along and puts it on to conceal their identity.

He looks them over one last time before silently leaping off the rooftop.

(Name) sits down on the ledge to watch Robin sneak closer to the criminals.

Robin creeps up to a guy smoking a cigarette. The man seems to be absorbed in his thoughts while lazily scanning the area around them.

Robin jumps onto the guy's back and starts choking him. The man struggles to rip Robin off his back and eventually passes out.

Robin drags the man into a small hiding spot before continuing to sneak closer to the open garage door.

(Name) takes a small deep breath before letting it out. They were able to see their breath, "It's cold...?" They mumble under their breath.

"You shouldn't be out here, little bunny," A heavily modulated voice says from behind (Name).

Their shoulders tense up and the man's icy voice sends chills down their spine. They quickly stand up and face the man.

The man was wearing a heavily armored suit, a glass dome over his head, goggles over his eyes with striking red glass, in his hands was an ice gun, and the man's skin was blue and his lips were a tint of purple.

(Name) holds their hands up, "You must be Mr. Freeze, huh?" Their eyes look him up and down, "You're a lot more blue than I thought..."

Mr. Freeze aims the gun at them, "Are you with Batman?"

"Uh... I..." (Name) didn't know what to say in this situation. They weren't exactly with Batman but in a way they kinda are. Their eyes dart all over the place for something, anything, to help them.

The thing that distracted Mr. Freeze from (Name) was the sound of his men fighting with Robin down below.

"No!" Mr. Freeze walks over to the ledge, "Don't let him get in our way!"

Taking this small moment of distraction, (Name) quickly jumps down the fire escape as fast as they can to the ground. They look up and see Mr. Freeze following them.

They run off toward a close by alley next to the open garage door for somewhere to hide. While trying to make it there, one of the goons fighting Robin was pushed into (Name) and causing them both to fall to the ground.

The guy clutches his side and groans in pain. They push him off and get up, but before they can run again, the guy grabs their ankle.

Looking down at him, (Name) shakes his hand off of them and then promptly kicks them in the side of the head to knock them out.

They notice Mr. Freeze aiming his ice gun at them and fires. (Name) quickly ducks as the ice blast flies over their head.

They stand up again only to duck once more as a metal pipe comes swinging over their head. They grab the man with the metal pipe and flings him into the ice behind them.

"What are you doing here?" Robin calls out to (Name) as he dodges a punch.

(Name) points at Mr. Freeze walking closer to them and Robin immediately understands.

The man with the metal pipe comes swinging again. The metal pipe gets in contact with the ice and causes it to start to crack.

An ice, cold hand grabs the back of (Name)'s collar and tugs them back. They struggle to tear their jacket away from Mr. Freeze's grasp.

"Mr. Freeze!" Robin yells, "I'm using that stupid fish bowl of yours as a snow globe!" He appears out of nowhere and kicks Mr. Freeze away from (Name).

A small locket falls out of Mr. Freeze's pocket and lands next to the cracking ice chunk.

Two guys grab Robin and drag him off when the ice finally snaps.

A look of fear crosses Mr. Freeze's face when he notices the giant ice falling onto the locket.

With quick reflexes, (Name) scoops the locket up and saves it just before the ice could destroy it.

"You..." Mr. Freeze hesitates for a few seconds before continuing, "You saved the locket? Why would you when it means nothing to you?"

(Name) shrugs as she looks down at the locket, "Well... It means something to you so it's worth saving," She looks up at Mr. Freeze and hold it out for him.

Mr. Freeze takes the locket and holds it close to his chest, "I appreciate it; even if I don't fully understand your reasoning," He opens the locket and admires the picture inside, "Oh, Nora..." He softly smiles.

"Nora? Is she your wife or something?" (Name) asks, hoping that continuing the conversation won't have him remember that they are in the middle of a fight.

Mr. Freeze nods, "Yes, but a terminal illness keeps us apart..." His hand clutches the locket a little tighter.

"So..." (Name) looks around the crime scene, "You're doing all this for her?" Her gaze moves back to his, "It's really romantic when you think about it."

Mr. Freeze studies (Name) for a few moments and then asks, "Who are you?"

(Name) didn't know how to answer that question. Obviously, she couldn't give out her real name but what was she supposed to respond with?

They shrug their shoulders and stuff their hands into their jacket pockets, "I'm just a nobody trying to find out about what's going on with in Gotham."

"A lot is happening," Mr. Freeze says as he carefully places the locket back into his pocket, "Multiple crimes happening at once and it's all to cover up one little crime."

(Name) furrows their eyebrows together, "Covering up a crime? What crime?"

"The missing people's case."

Their eyes go wide at the revelation of that case being at the center of it all, "Is there anything you can tell me about that case?" They take their phone out to write down his next words.

"Every criminal in Gotham is jumping at the chance to commit random, petty crimes for cash or fun but there are four who are remaining silent," Mr. Freeze says, "Those being: The Penguin, Two-Face, The Joker, and Black Mask."

Their fingers quickly type out the four suspects and a bright smile appears on their face. They look up at Mr. Freeze, "Thank you so much for the information! You have no idea how much that helps."

Mr. Freeze just simply nods his head as a response.

(Name) puts their phone away and stands there awkwardly for a few minutes before deciding to go look for Robin.

As they were walking off, they heard Mr. Freeze's voice says, "You may think of yourself as a nobody but I think You'll become a somebody in the future."

Before (Name) could get any father, Robin runs back, "Hey! You okay?" He looks them over before glaring at Mr. Freeze.

(Name) waves off his concerns, "I'm fine; what about you?"

Robin doesn't answer as he walks over to Mr. Freeze, "I'm taking you in, Freeze."

Mr. Freeze holds his wrists out for Robin.

Robin stops on the spot at the sight, "You're... giving yourself up?"

"Don't think I will do this next, Boy Wonder."

Robin quickly handcuffs Mr. Freeze and call in for the GCPD to come take him in.

--

The two teens stand on the rooftop and look over the city together.

"Well..." Robin sighs, "I think we missed our chance to catch the kidnappers," He crosses his arms, "That is if any happened today..."

(Name) takes out their phone, "It wasn't all bad," They pull up the list of suspects, "Mr. Freeze did tell me something valuable," They show the list to Robin.

Robin takes their phone and looks the list over. He softly chuckles and looks at them, "And yet again, you've managed to get great information," He hands the phone back, "Good work..." His voice trails off, "what should we call you? Bunny because of your mask?"

"That'll do," (Name) says as they take back their phone, "Back to the case at hand, it seems we're starting off with Penguin tomorrow."

"And school is starting tomorrow as well," Robin points out, "Try to get as much sleep as you can during the day. Now come on," He grabs his grappling hook from his utility belt, "I'll take you home."

(Name) softly smiles and holds onto Robin.

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Nicolas Dwynn Coster (December 3, 1933 – June 26, 2023) Film and television actor most known for his work in daytime drama and as a character actor with his role on series Santa Barbara and on nighttime television series, such as Wonder Woman, Buck Rogers in the 25th Century, T. J. Hooker, and Star Trek: The Next Generation.

Coster appeared in the NBC soap opera Young Doctor Malone. He created the role of Professor Paul Britton on The Secret Storm, a role he played in 1964 and from 1967 to 1968. He played John Eldridge in the primetime serialized drama Our Private World and on As the World Turns. His first appearance on television was an episode of The U.S. Steel Hour in 1959. Coster appeared more than 80 times on 36 television shows, notably in the role of David Warner, the father of character Blair Warner, on the sitcom The Facts of Life.

Coster created the role of Robert Delaney on Somerset in March 1970 and later moved to Another World playing the same character. He played gangster-turned-informant Anthony Makana on One Life to Live, but left that series to create the role of Lionel Lockridge on Santa Barbara. He played kidnapper Steve Andrews on the ABC soap opera All My Children and returned to Another World for its 25th anniversary in 1989. He returned to his role on Santa Barbara in 1990 until the show was canceled in January 1993. He appeared on As the World Turns from 1993–1995. (Wikipedia)

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NICOLAS COSTER (1933-Died June 26th 2023,at 89).British-born American actor, most known for his work in daytime drama and as a character actor on nighttime television series, in roles such as Robert Delaney,in Somerset,reprising the role for Another World,as David Warner in The Facts of Life, Lionel Lockridge,in Santa Barbara,as Alaric,in Buck Rogers in the 25th Century, T. J. Hooker, and as Admiral Haftel,in Star Trek: The Next Generation. Nicolas Coster - Wikipedia

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Since the doodle I did on siren hesper still in my mind let me write this short story on it

Hesper belongs to @thesoftieanon

Chapter 1

The small child follow their step father to the decks since he order them to follow him there or they'll be punish. Once the two get to the decks the step father see his boat and get on as the child carefully climb in the boat in order not to get hurt as the step father friend is sleeping on the captain chair til the step father slap his friend boot off the wheel in results wake the sleeping friend up.

The child sit down and hold onto the boat rope that's around so they don't end up in the water while the boat moving and look around to see the other boats,ships with people til it starts to be less and less til their in the middle of the ocean as the two men throw in their nets traps and start they normal day of collect fishes and the child help out by carefully take out the fishes that may have been left behind in the net to put them in the boat tank while it was peaceful minus for the step father barking of orders or cursing the poor child on being in the way til one of the net trap warning bell make sounds making the step father growl in angry.

Step father: damn sharks! Fucking around with the fishes again.

The step father and his friend each grab a level and pull it up to activate the device to pulling the net traps all at once and the two waited ans watch til the water surface suddenly splashing so violently. The violently splashing moved around and that almost break the device if the step father didn't grab a hooker that's long to hook it on the first net trap to forcefully pull it close and then the step father jump back away as a web wet claw hand shot out through the net trap as a unnatural sounds coming from inside the net trap as water is pouring out and some of the fishes did get out the net trap but the three stop to see for themselves a siren and she angrily thrashing and trying to get out the net trap but thanks to the net material tie her more and more making moving around harder to move even press up against her gills making the siren have difficult breathing.

The two adults males panicking to see a siren out in the daytime and never seen one like this one up close and survived to live to tell the tale.

Step father: get my gun Billy, I'm going kill this siren before she can kill us.

Billy the step father friend shake his head no.

Billy: kill it? Are you stupid if you kill it and it's mate find her. Then we both be deadbeat. Plus siren are worth a lots of money.

The child look to see their step friend and his friend argument about the siren but the child seeing the siren grow weak amd weaker due to stay out the water and the net material is pressing more and more against her gills that the child see Billy's hunting knife and quietly grab it and walk to were the siren is avoid to being seen and climb up the device were the net trap main rope is to all the traps and as the two man see the now child ontop of the device and cut the rope making the net traps fall into the water. The two ran to try stop the child but is too late and seeing their hard work gone even the siren the child smile to have help save the siren but suddenly get slap hard on the cheek that they end up on the floor then the child sit up, place a hand on their red cheek to look to see what hit them but they feel fear to see their step father and the look he was giving that the child knew that their in deep trouble but see him turn around to go to the wheel while he told his friend to pack up and the child see how the man tense up that the child quickly get on their own two feet to pack up the mess as the man bring in the net traps so they can all leave the area as quickly as possible. While the boat move to go back to the mainland in the distance the siren from before peek out the water as she watch the boat head to the mainland, siren dives back under the water so she can follow but stay unattracted by the land walkers.

The child get off the boat once on the deck and the step father friend tie the boat rope to the deck pole then leaves quickly to avoid the step father. The child see their step father walk off the boat and start walking clearly going home and the child follow close but not too close in case he's still mad. The child home path is simple, they walk through the small town and cut to the woods were they both live but just when they let the town and the woods is infront of them. The child was going to fix their arm sleeve til they see their step father turn to them that they stop what their doing to ready themselves for his harsh abuse maybe a few hits but nothing and they were going to open their mouth to ask-

*STAB*

The child froze and felt a cold object and they look down to see that the step father use the knife that was on the boat and its through the child shirt to were the their guts is and they watch him pull the knife out as the child gasp grip onto their stab wound and fell to their knees in complete pain and fear but they gasp out a breath to feel a rough kick to their left side and they end up on their right side on the earthly ground.

Step father: you know that you shouldn't disorder to me, who feed you, cloth you, took ya pathetic and worthless life ans this is what I get?!

Child: i-im sorry-

The step father grab roughly the child hair to forcefully them up to face the step father who have a cold and emotionless face to the child. The child grow more and more in fear and couldn't let out a sound as the step father put the knife away and throw a punch to the child to start his beating but this time he isn't going let them run away this time he even when so far to use his knife to take away the child sight leaving the poor child blind for life but lucky for the child they're unconscious during all this do to the pain.

The step father pick up the unconscious child to walk to the river to throw their beaten and unconscious in the water and he turn to go leave but his body frozen to hear singing?? But it's coming from behind him and he turn and felt cold to see the same siren from the open ocean and she look very angry for some reason.

The siren hold the unconscious wet blind child in her arms but more close to the shore to lay the child down on the sand yet the siren is still singing making the step father walk slowly to the water and he couldn't stop he took each step in the water as the siren sing is hunting beautiful but deadly as she reach out to grab him drag him under the water so she can tear him apart slowly while drowning this evil man alive as on the water surface the man guts and pieces of flesh and clothes floating as a mershark arrived to the river to see siren killing a human and he sign.

Hesper, what in the world are you doing and so close to a human town too?

Hesper snap her Jaws shut and let the dead man sink to the water sand below her as she glare to the corpse then look to her mate and sign.

Hesper: time.....please don't tell my mother..

Time gives hesper a look but let her explain herself but see her swin up to the surface to be close to the sand that time panicking swim after her to not let her beach herself but once his head out the water the smell of blood hit his nose and see hesper pull a small child into her arms with so much care and gentleness that time move closer to see why she like this but what he seeing he wish he was the one to kill that human man.

The child have a stab wound, black, purple bruises but their head is bloody and hard to see were the injure is. Time reach his hand out gently to wipe the blood off the unconscious child face and is more gentle around the child eyes are and the two stop dead in their tracks to see that their eyes is were the blood is coming from but the way the injury is clearly that this child will be blind for life.

Time shaking and start to growl but he felt hesper lightly bump him to stop him from going bloodthirsty and time stop and look to hesper.

Hesper: I'm keeping them and that's final.

Time: were will you be-

Hesper: I'll go to my hiding spot since they in no condition to move and safe from here.

Hesper say with a hiss and held her baby that she clearly adopted and use her magic to let the sleeping chd breath underwater and hesper swim off as time dive under to start collecting seaweeds and other materials since the child will be recovering from their injury but there's one problem for time....how the hell is he going to tell the chain??? And the fact he have a small scent of human on him too.. might as well tell them the truth then just hope the chain won't go crazy on the news that he's a father to a human child that his mate adopted but he isn't against it ether.

[babyawacs]

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[morgue-xiiv]

DALE DICKEY IS IN FALLOUT!!!! Go watch fallout! (I'm assuming you are also a collossal fan of Patti the Daytime Hooker from My Name Is Earl, because if you aren't you're objectively wrong)

[hitchell-mope]

Hypothetical titles for season 22 of 88.

The magic kingdom. Season premiere. Part one. Sidney and Findlay head off on the Disney cruise for their second honey. But Findlay has a nagging suspicion that they’re being followed.

A fifth avenue family vacation. Season premiere. Part two. The entirety of the Five Families descend upon the happy couple for “family togetherness”. Meanwhile. David coaches Clyde and Tina through their seasickness.

Back to front. Join Captain Birch on a highly confusing case that seems to start with the arrest and seems to end with the crime.

Good, bad and worse. Findlay, Sidney and Drummond’s let rip when they interrogate an unrepentant serial killer who will only tell them that nobody ever misses the boys. Guest starring Jenny Slate as Sad Clown Mona.

The r word. Clyde’s mother attempts to sue Findlay for full custody. Pointedly ignoring the fact that Clyde is in his thirties and Findlay is only his legal next of kin. Guest starring Debra Messing and Liz Gillies as Noreen and Deloris O’Bannon

Never hire a hooker at a government funeral. The team attends the funeral of Eamon Corman in Scotland and meets his son Edmond (Ty Tennant). Meanwhile. Jaspers indiscretion at the funeral could spell ruin for the Downey’s. Also guest starring Miranda Hart, Tom Ellis and Jack Whitehall.

Raise a little hell. Drummond gets an unwelcome surprise when he finds out they he inspired Tina to bankroll a revival of Bonnie and Clyde.

RBS (Responsibility BullShhhh). Barnaby and Jonah fall victim to the trappings of their lives when they end up losing Theo at the mall.

Gold star. Maybelle, Aida and Jacob have to decide whether or not to represent a lesbian woman who killed her girlfriend after the girlfriend came out to her as bisexual.

Spin the wheel. Lysander accompanies Tina back home to England as she supports her family through Jasper’s scandal. Guest starring Dani Harmer as Harriet Downey and Karen Gillan as Ms Leslie Korn.

Class three kill storm. The Five Families help New York batten down in preparation for possibly deadly blizzard.

Averse to tradition. Midseason finale. Part one. Jones and Skipper get into a blazing row when Skipper and Oswald won’t allow Theo take part in the 200 turkeys tradition.

Battle of the grandmothers. Midseason premiere. Part two. Oswald’s mother (returning guest star Catherine Zeta Jones) drops by for Christmas to visit Theo for the first time ever and immediately butts heads with Delaney who has made an unwise attempt at a dry Christmas for the first time since Skipper graduated college.

Awards season. The Mages And The Mundane sweep the Daytime Emmy Awards for the 88th year in a row. But Emerson’s acceptance speech threatens to throw Findlay’s entire life schedule into disarray.

What’s best for us. Part one. After Donovan decides to Move On to Heaven, Beaumont and Winnifred decide to Take Their Leave with Celestine electing to join them. Which puts a great deal of stress on Leland, Delaney and Jones. Final appearances of Bill Murray, Donald Sutherland, Whoopi Goldberg and Wendie Malick

It isn’t about us. Part two. Unable to take over his inheritance due to being in charge of the Supreme Court, Leland puts Zoey in charge of the Mulligan Estate. Wholly unprepared for the responsibility, Zoey lets slip a secret to Findlay about Clementines death that she’s been holding on to for nine years.

The easter baby. Andy throws a blowout block party for his umpteenth birthday. Guest starring Kristen Bell as The Easter Bunny.

Exempt. Andy helps Oswald and Skipper out with a problem with Theo without letting them know he’s the cause of the preteens change of attitude.

Canoodling. Tina goes a little unnecessarily off kilter when Skipper and Zoey get trapped inside the Wilkins family’s panic room.

Legal limit. The twins 21st birthday is coming up. And Barnaby persuades Findlay to acquiesce to a dinner with Jonah and Jack.

Better as friends. Now that Clyde and David are officially together. David has to find a way to let an extremely enamoured Macy down as gently as possible

The Oberon haunting. Sidney, Drummond, Jones and Sawyer get trapped in the basement of the Oberon during an unprecedented spectre infestation, forcing them to fight their way out before the fumigators arrive at dawn.

Portraits. Season finale. Part one. The team returns to Meadowlark Retirement Home when they learn of a resident who was just admitted for hospice care due to being in a state of constant, paralysing pain since 1916 which is tied to an incredibly famous painting. Guest starting Michael Sheen as Ewan Harvard and Joseph Quinn as Dorian Gray.

Mommy it’s here anymore. Season finale. Part two. The portrait is sent to the precinct in hopes that Lucia and Andy can negate its hold on Dorian. But a problem arises when Findlay learns that the painting must ALWAYS be occupied. One way or another. First appearance of Navillus Yaldnif

[novakspector]

New Yorkers insist New York is so amazing and better than everywhere else but they must be talking about Manhattan because this looks like Detroit, Flint, and every other lousy hood I've ever been in, just with more daytime hookers 🤔

[bogwitchlesbian]

Everyone who puts Julia Roberts in pretty woman on that list of “fictional makeovers that are worse than the original look” is a fucking liar and can eat a bag of dicks she’s DIVINE. she’s ETHEREAL. She can rock daytime 90s hooker just as well as socialite trophy wife. Leave her alone.

[silkylovey]

Laws and guns four

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Y/n

My head was pounding so hard, that I tried to stretch myself out but a weight on my waist was holding me down. My mattress felt harder than ever, it even had a heartbeat. It took me a minute to realize that I was lying to someone and that someone was my husband.

I stoop up in shock, I looked down to see what I was wearing. My pajamas were intact, I had no bruises, hickeys, and what so ever on my body. I looked back at the bed to meet Tom’s tired eyes.

“Good morning, love,” he said with a cocky tone. His voice was tired and it was soothing, I could fall asleep just listening to his morning voice.

“Good? What is good about this morning?” I shouted at him, I didn’t even know I had it in me; It was only 9 a.m. He didn’t even flinch, he found it quite amusing actually. He found it so funny that he started laughing, which made me even angrier.

“C’mon darling. This is what married couples do. They sleep in the same bed.” Darling, the pet name he called everyone, even his hookers. I couldn’t feel loved by him. He treated everyone the same way, how could I feel special?

“Yes, couples that wanted to marry each other. I never had a say in this so no not all married couples sleep in the same bed. We are the perfect example,” we were not a normal married couple. This was all forced, our love, our marriage. Nothing about it is real. All a made-up plan by two mafia bosses.

“Love, I know that what we have is forced but can we just please make the best out of it,” he pleaded, Tom Holland just pleaded. He did as if he wasn’t a feared boss night and daytime.

“I have to work,” I didn’t want to give him what he wanted. No, I couldn’t. It was too forced.

I went into the bathroom to get ready for the day, brushed my teeth, and took I shower. When I entered the bedroom again Tom was gone.

Walking down the hall, I could hear voices coming from Tom’s office. The words I could hear were appearance, gala, here. Those words fell out of Dom’s mouth. I thought he wanted me and Tom to make an appearance as the new ‘happily’ married couple in the mafia.

Great.

I went to my office and opened my computer, as I was reading my emails. I saw that Adam sent me an email saying that he got a new job but e would still drop by my house but he wasn’t going to work for me anymore.

I was happy for him but I still felt like he just pushed me away. The only thing left to do is the lawyer of the mafia congress. And with me being Tom Holland’s wife, it would be easier to make the meeting happen.

Just when I was thinking about the congress, my phone went off.

Tom: hey, mind dropping by my office real quick?

Y/n: I do mind. Leave me alone.

Tom: it wasn’t a request but a subtle demand.

Y/n: no you come to my office thx

---

Tom

I’ve got a stubborn wife. I looked over at my dad and read her message out loud. He started laughing.

“Son, you’re not going to get bored with that one,” he found this funny, amusing even.

“So do we go to her office now or what?” Harrison asked from where he stood, all I did was nod at him. After my signal, my dad, Harrison, and I left my office to go to her office.

Harrison was the first at the door and he didn’t even bother to knock, everyone was too comfortable with Y/n.

She looked up at us and just smirked. A smirk that you could see as a victory. In her eyes she had won this battle, I knew that she was still pissed at the fact that we slept in the same bed at the same time cuddling even though she was petty.

---

3rd person

After Harrison busted into Y/n’s office, he went to sit on the couch leaving a place for Dom and Tom to sit at Y/n’s desk.

“What is so important, that you are interrupting me during my work hours?” Y/n asked with a tint of arrogance, she was pissed.

“My dad said that we would have to organize a gala to show everyone how happy we are as a married couple,” Tom told her while keeping eye contact, he wanted to see what emotions she was hiding.

“But we are not happily married,” she had a smug on her face, a smug that could tell someone a whole story.

“I’ll call the organizer and you could chat with them about what you want okay,” Tom totally ignored the fact that she said that they weren’t happy.

With that, they left her office.

---

Y/n

I stayed the whole day in my office until a knock stopped me from typing. I ordered the person to come in and I was met with a gorgeous lady. Strawberry blond hair stopped right above her waist. Her waist snatched and skin tanned. A Hollywood smile was what she greeted me with.

“Hi I am Clara Strange, your husband called me to help you organize the gala,” she smiled after she said ‘husband’. Was she one of the many girls he pleased in bed?

“Oh sure,” I responded coldly. I didn’t like her or her relationship with Tom. I wished I was to one who he kissed and pleased and caressed.

Oh no! I was getting jealous of the women he had fucked with. The mane I despised so much was now making me feel all green inside.

She chatted with a high-pitched voice and after a few minutes Tom came into my office without knocking and when Clara saw him, she smirked and smiled at him seductively. I saw their weird exchange.

“Everything going alright?” Tom asked us, while his eyes were on this Clare that sat in front of me.

I didn’t want to respond, not knowing what words would come out of my mouth.

“Yes, Mr. Holland,” Clara said with the same smile from earlier, I just knew that they had a history or they were still hooking up.

After her response and a glimpse of eye contact, he left. And Clara started talking again but this time not about the gala but about them.

“If you’re wondering, yes we did. Greatest sex of my life. He is so-,” I didn’t want to hear another woman talk about how my husband was in bed.

“I didn’t hire you to gush about my husband. Get back to work or I’ll make sure that you will never have this job again,” I threatened her and she did look scared but I thought what I did was quite normal.

You can’t run your mouth about someone’s husband’s bed skills. That was just disrespecting that person.

After that, she just kept looking at her little book with all the information needed for the gala.

When I felt like the gala was good enough, I dismissed her without even looking at her. Clara left my office nor did she say goodbye nor did she look at me. I just had to make sure that she never stepped too close to my husband.

I stood by my office door to see where she was heading. She started walking to his office and was let in by Tom. He looked at her with a sly smile but when he saw me looking at them from afar he just slammed the door shut.

---

Tom

After I let Clara in my office, Y/n barged in not even 2 minutes later.

“Clara I thought I was clear enough but I guess that you just don’t listen, do you? Well, I am a woman of my word and as I said your career ended the moment you stepped into this office,” with that Y/n left and Clara stood with her mouth open.

“I am sorry Tommy,” she said hoping that we would still do something after my wife just threatened her about sleeping with me.

“You really gotta use those ears, now get out,” I followed my wife’s lead and made Clare leave our home.

Y/n got jealous?

taglist:

@sillyfreakfanparty

[the-empress-7]

Shorts with heels in the daytime remind me of hookers for some reason.

Wasn't that Julia Roberts' last outfit in Pretty Woman? The pinkish/rust long shorts? So your description fits! 😂

Damn.

[msookyspooky]

Cute Near dark headcanon idea: Severen with a s/o that has the vampire equivalent of insomnia. Pretty much his s/o doesn’t sleep very often and poor Sev does everything he can to try and help them sleep like the rest of the family but it usually fails. (s/o still cuddles up to Sev for most of the time, they do get up and do their own thing sometimes outta boredom.)

S/o stays awake for like 5 days in a row until they’re so exhausted that they just pass out and sleep a whole day or two.

Then again, this is kinda a plus for the Hooker clan in the sense that Severens S/o has saved the family’s asses a couple times because they were awake and alerted the rest of the family of danger. S/o is pretty much the Hookers daytime watch/guard dog while the rest of them sleep. Severen still worries about s/o’s insomnia to no end though.

I actually have never really considered a vampire with Insomnia but why not? I'm sure they could! Especially in Near Dark where they're nocturnal but CAN be awake at daytime unlike other Vampire movies where they're in a coffin and can't be awake at all as long as it's daylight.

Severen with a S/O with Insomnia

He tried making light of it at first (Especially with sex lasting past daybreak if you two were lucky enough to get a room alone. He'd joke that you actually wore HIM out once it was 9 am and he was yawning while you could go for round 5.) but soon it had him concerned when he passed out and woke up to you still wide awake and saying you hadn't slept a wink.

The first time you do it, he doesn't pay much mind to it but after 5 days he's nagging you to go to sleep damn it! He has a lot of energy too but it's the type of energy that easily crashes out once its spent. So, your mind and body not letting you rest has him at a loss. He's a light sleeper and its nothing for him to sleep sitting up near the door (Being the protective guard dog of the family for the most part) but he still can't comprehend how you're not sleeping at all!

He tried getting some energy off of you. Running around creating havoc or having fun (He's a champ at hide and seek tag. He actually gets too into it like calm down this isn't a blood sport to the death. Chill.) or anything else to get you to be completely exhausted. Once in awhile it worked but usually it just made you sleep for like an hour or two before getting right back up.

He tried to physically force you to sleep many times. This big, burly vampire would wrap an arm around you while cuddling as a way to keep you in his lap while the sun was up. Grumbling and pulling you close to him if you woke him up by trying to leave. His husky voice, deep with sleep was in your ear. "Nope.... Ya ain't goin nowhere.... Get comfy cause yer staying here in my arms all day till you finally get some shut eye."

You didn't complain. Kissing him on the cheek and snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you tighter. You enjoyed being with him even if your mind thought of anything and everything while he snored. You couldn't help moving around in his grasp because 8-12 hrs of being wide awake but staying in one place isn't easy.

Eventually, that made him not sleep either as you just restlessly tossed and turned all day long. So he would end up crashing and sleeping so heavy the following day that he wouldn't even notice you slip out from under him.

If he got woken up midday and you were gone; it jolted him awake. The first time had him in a frantic panic. Groggily jumping up and waking the whole camper up just to see you give a sheepish smile while sitting up at the table. After awhile he just got up and forced himself to quietly check on you. He had to just to make sure you weren't in danger of the sun in anyway.

Sometimes he would sit up with you no matter how much you scolded him to go back to bed. He was yawning, jerking his head from dozing off and barely able to keep his eyes open but he still wanted to make sure that if you were restless from something on your mind; you could tell him. You'd both play cards until you finally vented. If you're not sleeping because you just physically can't sleep; he'll get the point by afternoon and reluctantly agree to go back to sleep himself.

When everyone wakes up by evening and you're still up with tired eyes and yawning to yourself; it has him furrowing his brows and frowning at you. He knows that isn't good for you especially for your wits and strength if there's a problem.

He tries to go out of his way to feed you if anything else. If you weren't going to replenish your energy through rest you were going to get it from blood. Expect him to get a victim for you or even a glass/bottle of blood if he isn't too far away. Hell, he might even be desperate enough to offer you some of his and he'll just get double the victims that night. Do NOT argue with him on this; you're getting your nourishment and energy somehow no matter if you ate that night or not. (This man is a totally different person with his loved ones. You cannot change my mind with him constantly protecting them or getting angry on their behalf or the playful interactions he has with them throughout the movie. He may be a sadistic bloodthirsty beast to anyone else but he is a dotting, protective, even smothering person with his S/O and family. I will die on that hill ⚰)

He is always ready for incoming danger. They steal, murder, commit arson, kill the law enforcement that gets involved. He is always ready with his revolver on his hip or strapped in his boot. So imagine his surprise when you're the one waking him and everyone up to cops knocking on the door. You already had a weapon pointed at the door and ready to go while he stumbled up trying to load their spare shot gun. Even in times where violence wasn't necessary; you were at the door or window waiting on any false alarm in case it was a threat. This actually puts you in very high regard to Jesse and the others because not only does it show you're reliant but it makes them sleep a bit easier knowing you're there to sound the alarm...Sev still hates it. It's his job to protect you and everyone else in his eyes like it had been since day one. You should be sound asleep while he worries about those things not you being their personal watchdog.

He starts getting creative with helping you sleep especially if it's been days and you look miserable but just can't sleep.

Severen got up after he realized you weren't in his arms. They had a clock nearby to tell when daylight was up without risking a burn from looking out the window. He swallowed and blinked the sleep from his eyes as he picked it up...2:45 pm.

He sighed heavily to himself, easing up from his little nook he picked to nest in to go find you. Carefully, shuffling around any spare junk they had to not wake up the rest of the group. He made his way to the front of the camper where you sat in the passenger seat thinking to yourself.

"YN?" He mumbled, voice heavy as he stiffled a yawn. You glanced up at him with a frown. "Sorry, Sev. Did I wake you?"

He shook his head as he made his way up to plop down in the drivers seat. "How many days ya planning on stayin up? It's been 3 so far." He barely whispered as he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand.

You frowned. "I don't know, I can't help it. You know that."

"Yeah, yeah. I know...Jus gettin awful lonesome waking up with you outta my arms, darlin."

You gave a sad smile. "I'm sorry but it's this or tossing and turning and waking you up...I guess that doesn't matter, huh?" You turned to him, putting a hand on his knee. "Sev, go back to sleep. I hate you worrying about me but there isn't anything you can do anyways. I'll be fine."

He shook his head, patting your hand a moment with a tired smirk. "Nope, not happenin." He rummaged in his pocket out of instinct before scoffing. "Shit, I can't even go outside to smoke."

"Why not in here?"

"Mae complains about the smell getting on everything, like it fucking matters in this taj mahal we got here. Most importantly it would wake em up."

"Oh...Forgot." You sheepishly gave as he slumped in the drivers seat to stare at you. You could tell he was a bit grumpy and short with how tired he was.

His hair messier than usual with exhausted baby blue eyes looking concerned your way. He huffed. "...What can I do?"

"Severen, nothing-"

"Bullshit. There's gotta be somethin'!..Babydoll, it ain't good for you to be up like this. At night, yer so tired I don't even get to interact with ya like I should. I feel like I don't have you during the day or at night."

Your heart twisted a bit at that. "Sevy, I hate to hear that but I suffered with this as a human too...I was hoping it would go away...Guess not." You sighed, shoulders sagging.

He stared a moment before his eyes lit up a bit. He leaned forward. "Ya know what my Mama used to do for me?"

"What?"

He chuckled a bit as he eased you towards him. "Jus trust me on this. Ain't nothin else worked so far so might as well."

You quirked a brow but nodded.

He helped turned you around and let both of you lay on the floor. He leaned his back against the back of the seat with you in his arms; shoulder blades to his chest and head on one of his shoulders.

"She used ta...Tuck me in. She got the blanket real tight and snug under me cause I was an ornery ass lil brat that would wiggle my way outta the bed if she didn't...Kind of like you." He mumbled as he held you tightly and you giggled at that. "She'd sit at the end of the bed...Taking her thumb and going over my forehead...That shit usually had me sedated by then." He did it to you. His calloused thumb gently running over your eyebrows and forehead up to your hairline. Despite yourself, you found your eyes closing.

He smiled at that. "Then she'd sing me a lullaby if I really refused to tucker out."

"What? Like...Twinkle twinkle little star?" You mumbled with your eyes closed and you felt his chest vibrate.

"Somethin like that...She hummed em mostly. Old Dutch folk songs she didn't know the lyrics to I reckon." He started humming a tune you didn't recognize. The rumbling of his chest against you, swaddled up in him and his layers of clothes while he stroked his thumb over you. You found yourself relaxed if anything else. Closing your eyes and snuggling against him.

After awhile you opened your eyes realizing he wasn't humming no more. You looked up to see him give you a smirk. "Hey." You mumbled.

"Howdy."

"Thanks but I don't think I'm getting any sleep...I really appreciate you trying though."

You noticed the mischievous twinkle in his eye with a smug little smirk on his face. "Oh? You don't think so?"

You yawned and shook your head, sitting up to see everyone in the back of the camper getting ready for the night. You blinked in surprise as Severen pointed at a clock on the wall. Your jaw dropped. It was past 6 o clock. You had to have slept.

Severen snickered to himself as he helped you stand up with him. He gave a huge stretch with a groan. "Welp, it's not a full days rest but 4 hrs is better than nothin'...Looks like I gotta rock my baby to sleep more often." He bent down and mumbled in your ear. You couldn't the bashful smile on your face as he kissed the side of your neck eagerly. You lightly pushed him away with a smile. "That ain't gonna work everytime."

"Wanna bet?"

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Well, it did help...Thank you."

He lost the cocky smirk as it faded into a tender little smile just for you. He eased down and kissed you on the forehead, running his hand over your upper back. "Anything for you, honey."

As soon as that tenderness came it went as he roughly ruffled your hair. "Now, come on! Get our asses in gear! Now that yer rested there ain't no damn excuse why you can't have fun and enjoy the night with me...Let's go fuck shit up."

You shoved his hand away with a chuckle. "Fine, lets go but we eat first."

[moved-attre]

info dump for my v! was gonna make this into a whole tag meme but the prompts aren’t very original. oops.

THE BASICS:

FULL NAME: Valerie King.

ALIAS: V / Veronica Li.

DATE OF BIRTH: August 27th, 2049.

AGE (AS OF 2077): 28.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Heywood, Night City.

RACE/CULTURE: Chinese American.

RELIGION: It’s complicated. (Raised Catholic... Now unsure.)

SEXUALITY: Bi

GENDER / PRONOUNS: Cis female, she/her.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English and Spanish.

RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED: Right handed.

EDUCATION: College drop-out.

OCCUPATION: Agent at the counterintelligence division of Arasaka, second to Assistant Director Jenkins. Later, mercenary. 

APPEARANCE: 

HAIR: Black. Mid length. Straight. Loose. Briefly changes to neon green, bob cut. Then, back again.

EYES: Dark brown. 

NOTEABLE FEATURES: Freckles on face and body. 

TATTOOS: Snake wrapped around left wrist / Dragon wrapped around left shoulder / Lovers tarot card on left inner forearm / ‘LUCKY YOU’ on left hip joint just above crotch. Angel wings & halo with ‘JACKIE’ on right inner wrist / Collection of roses on right hip and upper thigh / ‘DEATH CAN WAIT’ on bottom of right ribcage. “Johnny + V” in a heart on right inner forearm. 

PIERCINGS: Right and left lobe, double piercing. Philtrum piercing. Navel piercing.

CYBERNETICS/PROSTHETICS: Visible golden cybernetic... plate? on her neck. It can have a skin-like texture covering but it’s sorta transparent. Replaced right hand, and again: has a skin-like texture finish but slightly transparent so the gold chrome is visible. Kiroshi eyes (natural color). Enhanced knee caps/ankles for long distanced jumping. Mantis blades. Cardiovascular and Respiratory system is almost all tech, as is much of her nervous system etc. 

SCARS: None from combat. She has stretch marks on her butt, boobs and tummy.

BODY SHAPE: Curvy / plus size. Not skinny or muscled. Soft.

HEIGHT: 5′3. 

FASHION SENSE: Neon, metallic, holographic. Short skirts, crop tops and big coats / jackets. Wedged sneakers or heeled boots. (Johnny says her style is “hooker”, but what the fuck does Johnny know. He’s worn the same outfit for like 70+ years. Get with the times, grandpa.)

MAKE UP: Neon. Loves yellow or green eyeshadow / eyeliner and shiny colored lip gloss.

NAILS: Long and pointed, like triangle shaped. Always with a metallic finish, colored either: Red, blue or silver.

PERSONALITY: 

ZODIAC: Virgo sun, Aries moon.

MBTI: INTP.

5 FLAWS: Anxious, high maintenance, clingy, emotionally unavailable, jealous.

5 STRENGTHS: Patient, detail-oriented, ambitious, witty, passionate.

SECRET TALENT(S): Can sing.

LIKES: Crappy daytime soap operas, artificial strawberry flavored foods and skin care, MONEY!! and NC in the rain at night.

DISLIKES: Healthy food (She has never touched a vegetable... She’s pretty gross.), other people’s mess, anything with a matte texture and rock music (Sorry to Johnny. But she’s never heard a Samurai song and never will.)

HOBBIES: Boxing. (Not that she ever actually goes more than once a month... She’s got 50+ missed calls from Coach Fred.)

FEARS: Loneliness / being left behind. Being replaced. FOMO.

DREAMS: Stability. A family, whether that’s with a romantic partner or friends. Just someone who’ll stick around.

MUSIC TASTE: Pop, dance, rap. The majority of her library is filled with “girl power” tracks about making money, beating people up and being sexy. 😙

DRINK AND DRUGS: Weed. Likes beer. Smokes cigarettes, thanks to Johnny. Tried various other, harder drugs as a teen but outgrew it.

BAD HABITS: Chews her bottom lip / plays with jewellery when nervous. Tends to bottle up her emotions until she explodes. Has a perpetually messy apartment and will not tidy up.

REASON FOR WANTING TO MAKE IT BIG IN NC: To prove a point. She’s not quite sure who to, sometimes it’s her mom... Other times it’s herself... (She puts a lot of importance on being “self-made”.) For a while, she wanted to succeed for Jackie. Until it got him killed. Now she just wants to survive.

CHILDHOOD HERO: Morgan Blackhand. Corpo-backed mercenary who took on Adam Smasher and may or may not be alive yet? He was like a comic book character to baby V. 

COMBAT/VEHICLES: 

COMBAT STYLE: Netrunner. (Stealth.)

PREFERRED WEAPONS: Her hands. Hacking. A pistol with a silencer. Mantis blades, in an emergency. 

WEAKNESSES: Open combat. She can be slow to react, as she’s overthinking everything. This isn’t the Matrix, unfortunately. 😔

SIGNATURE VEHICLE: Type-66 Avenger, or Jackie’s ARCH.

FAMILY/OTHER RELATIONSHIPS:

FATHER: Everett King, deceased. Low level office worker for Militech.

RELATIONSHIP WITH FATHER: Generally positive. He was her only family for a long time, so V grew very attached. When he passed, she was very angry.

MOTHER: Chloë Li, unknown. Housewife.

RELATIONSHIP WITH MOTHER: Non-existent. Her mom left the family years ago when V was a young child, so her memories of her are vague at best - and clouded by V’s feelings of abandonment.

SIBLING(S): Jordan King (younger brother), deceased.

RELATIONSHIP WITH SIBLING(S): She loved her little brother lots, for the very short time she knew him.

PETS: Nibbles the (creepy) cat.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A. Briefly, River Ward. (Johnny... but it’s complicated. 😢)

CHILDREN: N/A. She doesn’t want children, ever.

OTHER MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIPS: Jackie, Mama Welles, T-Bug, Misty, Vik, Judy, Panam, River, Kerry, Padre. Jenkins, in a mentor role.

META: 

LIFE PATH: Corpo. 

CHOSEN ENDING: Worst ending. V [redacted] and dies with Johnny by her side. She doesn’t see the point in struggling on and letting other people die for her, nor does she want to run away. She’s bound to Night City, for better or for worse, and she’d rather go out on her own terms with the most important person in the world to her by her side.

ACTUAL ENDING: V explores the Old City ruins, finds Arasaka’s top secret cryogenics facility. Johnny’s body is recovered, his engram restored and they live happily ever after in Night City. Tah dah! The end!

PRIMARY SKILLS: Intelligence and Cool.

SECONDARY SKILLS: Body and Technical ability.

[zeuxox]

ive made one joke in my life & ill never get over it. watching telly with the bf & there’s a show called ‘hookers’ it was daytime we were like, what the hell!! anyways it was about fishing. & i said ‘that’s how they reel you in’. no reaction. he’s my ex now stupid prick