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mypoisonedvine · 3 years ago

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘝) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

(𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐) (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐) (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐𝘐)

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || you and James both have a very long week, for reasons less different than you expected.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 6.2k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut (technically no sex, but oral m receiving), long-term edging, multiple orgasms (just two tho), orgasm denial/control, come play/come eating/come feeding, a touch of humiliation, discussions of pegging, mention of spanking, descriptions of male and female masturbation, use of a toy (fleshlight), degradation/objectification, more bondage (basically every chapter has had bondage so far lmao), face slapping, very brief forced feminization (more just like a mention of it)

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You grinned so wide when he told you over the phone he wanted to be edged this week.

All week.

James was a crier, this much had been well-established, but you wanted to see how much you could make him cry before he broke completely.

It began with the first session on Monday, where you didn’t even touch him. You just had him sit on your couch and follow your instructions, forcing him to tease himself while you simply watched and occasionally did little things just to drive him crazy: you know, slowly crossing your legs, biting your finger playfully, licking your lips… that sort of stuff.

It seemed to work, too, considering he started getting unbelievably desperate for only the first day.

But you sent him home with a raging boner and pouty frown of disappointment, promising to call him the day after next to talk more about his little predicament.

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one left hanging by the whole thing, though… because for those two days, he was all you thought about. You were massively distracted, trying to imagine what his daily life was like and how he would go about it while edging and denying himself. Could he just lock himself in his room and watch movies to distract himself from his unaddressed desire? Or did he have to go out into the world, pretend to be normal like you did— and if so, was he struggling with it as much as you were?

“So… Grey Goose or Skyy?” your friend Grace asked, holding up two bottles to compare.

“Yeah, sure,” you mumbled, staring off into space. I wonder if James is thinking about me right now...

“Hello?” she snapped, tapping you on the shoulder to knock you out of your trance.

“What?” you choked.

“Dude, it’s an either-or… which one?” she asked as she presented the bottles again.

“I have no idea,” you finally sighed.

“You’re so useless,” Grace groaned, setting the Grey Goose in her cart and continuing down the aisle as you followed.

“Sorry! You shouldn’t have brought me for party supplies acquisition knowing I know nothing about vodka,” you shrugged.

You followed her to the next aisle over, but stopped dead in your tracks when you caught a second glimpse of a man down the way,

Just across the aisle, examining a bottle of wine, you almost didn’t recognize him… but you did: Kerry, a client of yours, a regular for the past three years.

“Oh fuck,” you blurted out, spinning back out of the aisle to press yourself against the end cap.

“What are you doing?” Grace asked you, just a little too loud, making you wince and tug her arm to pull her closer.

“Shh!” you hissed, glancing back briefly in the aisle to make sure Kerry hadn’t noticed, which he hadn’t seemed to.

“What? What’s your deal?!” she frowned.

“I know that guy, and I don’t want him to see me here!” you explained in a harsh whisper.

“What, that guy?” she confirmed, leaning her head back into the aisle.

“No, don’t look!” you demanded.

“I wanna know who you’re talking about!” she defended. “How do you know him?”

“Work,” you answered instinctively. “He’s a client.”

“He’s a client at your firm?”

Right, ‘I work at a consulting firm,’ your cover story.. For such a consistent lie, sometimes you forgot that you even told it. “Y-yeah, he hired us to, you know, consult,” you stammered.

“And why is it bad for him to see you here?” she wondered.

“Because I’m dressed like this!” you explained, motioning to your yoga pants and hoodie. Of course, she probably assumed you wouldn’t want him to see you in something that wasn’t professional, like slacks or a conservative dress. In reality, he’d seen you almost naked so that wasn’t exactly your concern. You just didn’t want him to see you without a whip in your hand or covered in latex. Could the dynamic you’d carefully curated with him over the past few years recover from such a domestic moment as this?

Kerry, especially, was a terrible client for this to happen with. He was a big worshipper, he spent all his time grovelling over you while you degraded him with insults that would make the demon chick from The Exorcist blush. He needed to believe in this fantasy where you were a goddess and he was just a lowly piece of scum— and believe it or not, that illusion might not withstand him seeing you at a liquor store without a spot of makeup on your face and wearing a t-shirt that says WHAT THE FRAK?! on it.

(Don’t judge yourself, it was laundry day.)

“Okay, fine, we’ll skip this aisle,” Grace relented. “This is all wine anyways, we just need some tequila— oh shit, and margarita mix. Will you get the tequila while I look for that?”

“Sure,” you agreed, focused mainly on avoiding Kerry, “what kind?”

“I dunno, something that looks fancy— but you know, not too expensive,” she explained, already rolling off with the cart to search for margarita mix. You winced and tried to hide your face as you dashed down a few aisles, past Kerry and hopeful to another part of the store that he wouldn’t venture to.

The tequila selection was rather small, actually, just one vertical column in the middle of an aisle. You stared at your options, not really sure where to start. Some of them had the dead worm in them, and even if that’s apparently normal for tequila it kinda freaked you out so you didn’t want to deal with those. The one on the very top shelf looked pretty enticing— fancy bottle, but cheaper than you expected. It seemed close enough to Grace’s brief, so you stood on your tip-toes to try to reach it. Damn, were these shelves taller than usual? You even jumped a little bit and managed to poke it, but that made you realize you were playing a dangerous game with a high risk of shattering some liquor bottles, so you opted not to try that anymore.

You caught someone rolling into the aisle in the corner of your eye, and when you instinctively glanced over, your heart stopped at the sight of Kerry. He wasn’t looking at you yet, so you just whipped your head around and tried to reach for the tequila again, hoping to grab it and dash out before he noticed you. But it was still too damn high, so when that failed you just nervously stared straight ahead, trying to act natural and focus on what was in front of you rather than what was behind you.

You heard his cart roll by slowly, stopping just behind you as you unconvincingly pretended to peruse, and you prayed silently to a few randomly-assorted higher powers that he wasn’t going to see you or, god forbid, try to talk to.

A tap on your shoulder made you jump.

"Hey," you heard Kerry behind you, and you sighed in defeat as you turned around and looked up at him.

“Um, hi,” you greeted in return, staring at his blank smile and terrified he was going to say something horribly inappropriate.

“I saw you jumping to try to reach that,” he motioned to the tequila, “you’re lucky you didn’t break it!”

He reached above your head to grab the bottle for you, handing it to you with a friendly nod.

“Here you go.”

You took it from his hands and looked back up at his face one more time, noticing his uncomprehending stare— like a cow lifting its head to look at a train as it passes the countryside. “Oh, thanks,” you nodded awkwardly, watching him continue down the aisle and turn the corner to finish his shopping.

He hadn’t recognized you. He looked you right in the face, right in your eyes, and didn’t recognize you. It wasn’t just that he had been pretending— you would’ve known if he knew. You’d been so afraid for him to see you without latex and makeup on… but it turns out he couldn’t see you without it.

Three years working with this guy, weekly, and he didn’t know you at all.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, not because of what it meant for your dynamic with Kerry (if anything it was a massive bullet dodged), but because of what it meant for you and James. It made you remember that that was all you were to these men, that when you didn’t fit their fantasy you didn’t serve a purpose anymore. Sure, James seemed more sensitive than most, but he was a rookie, you were his first dom. Maybe all subs have a soft spot for their first dom— how should you know?

Here you’d been, craving a taste of the real James, and maybe he thought he wanted to know the real you, but he didn’t really. Like that thing where guys think a girl looks better “without makeup” but they really just want something slightly more subtle than blue eyeshadow and a bright red lip. It’s all about the illusion of something natural, with none of the real imperfections. None of the flaws, none of the imperfections, none of the yoga pants and WHAT THE FRAK?! t-shirts.

And it was probably better that way.

You promised to call at 6, but you waited until 6:01 just in case. He answered halfway into the first ring, “hey.”

You smirked to yourself. That was fast. “Were you just waiting by the phone?” you scoffed.

“Yes,” he admitted. “It’s been a long day.”

“I bet it has… tell me, have you been a good boy, James?” you asked darkly, hearing his breathing pick up slightly.

“Y-yes,” he answered quietly.

“Have you been touching yourself every night like I showed you?” you pressed. That was one of the things you had him do for you on Monday, to get the week of edging kicked off. You knew he was too sensitive to handle it if he was fully jerking himself off every day, so you taught him how to tease himself with just a few fingers. And, as a bonus, it was horrifically degrading, which he seemed to appreciate as well.

“Yes,” he agreed, a bit more confident, “just three fingers like you said, just the pads of my fingers.”

“Do you wish you could wrap the whole hand around it?”

“Of course,” he groaned. “But I’m trying so hard to be good for you, Mistress.”

“I know, baby,” you cooed, “poor thing…”

“Your voice… it makes this even harder,” he admitted. “I think if you talked enough I could come just from listening to you.”

“Ah, but you can’t,” you reminded him. “No matter what I say, you need to keep it together. You need to be my good boy.”

“Hhng,” he choked on his moan, “fuck, don’t say that. I… I can’t control myself when you call me that.”

“Yes you can,” you denied, “you can do anything I tell you to. Because you’re so. fucking. good.”

“M-Mistress,” he stammered over a gasp, “fuck, my cock is throbbing.”

“Are you touching it?”

“I haven’t touched it all day. I was afraid I would come if I did…”

“Go ahead and take it out now, baby. I’ll tell you what to do next.”

The sound of his belt jingling through the phone made your mouth water a little; you realized, with a shiver that ran up your spine, that since he couldn’t see you— no one could see you— then you could theoretically touch yourself during this conversation. As long as you kept quiet, he wouldn’t know.

It felt like a bad idea in a dangerously attractive way; it felt forbidden, gave you a thrill that you had long-since forgotten after years of doing taboo things every day just to make a paycheck.

Before you could overthink all the very valid reasons why this was a terrible decision, your fingers dipped down between your spread legs.

“I-I have my cock out now, Mistress,” he informed you, “what do I do now?”

“Just one finger, baby. Drag it up from the base to the tip, nice and slow.”

“Oh,” he breathed, and you would’ve given anything to see the look on his face as he did it.

“It would feel better if it was my finger,” you reminded him.

“Yes it would,” he agreed. “That’s all I’ve been thinking about, every day… I swear Mistress, I can’t think about anything but you.”

Was it wrong that it made your heart twist at the same time it made your clit throb? Probably, but you could only address the latter directly at the moment. You started to circle around it, holding your breath so he wouldn’t hear any difference. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about,” you instructed in a whisper.

“Your body,” he admitted, “those legs— you never let me touch them and I just know they’d feel so amazing. Your lips… I wish I could kiss them. I know I can’t… but sometimes I wish I could.”

Sometimes I wish you could, too.

“And your… your cunt,” he hissed. “I honestly try not to remember how it felt to be inside you. If I do, it kills me that I can’t get it every day. You are fucking addictive.”

Your walls fluttered around your fingers, your breath stopping suddenly in your throat.

“Please, can I touch it with two fingers now? I’ll be good, I won’t come,” he promised.

“Okay, baby, but take it slow.”

You heard his weak moan and knew he’d already done it, letting your eyes fall shut as you imagined how he must look like this. He wasn’t the only one wishing your fingers were on him now.

“Anything else on your mind?” you pressed, ostensibly to embarrass and edge him further, but actually to hear more of his voice for your own benefit as you curled your fingers harder against your spot.

“God, everything,” he sighed. “Been thinking a lot about your tits. I bet if you let me suck them long enough, I could get off just from that.”

I bet if you sucked them long enough, I could get off just from that, you thought to yourself. “Yeah? That’s cute. You could hump my leg again while you did it,” you suggested.

“Fuck, I think about that every day,” he hissed. “I didn’t even know I was, you know, into that. I’m not even sure that I am, it’s just that it was you…”

You closed your eyes, trying to force yourself not to take his words too personally. He was infatuated with the person he had built and requested from you, not the real you. But god, it sounded real. It felt real.

“Wearing your collar felt so good,” he admitted under his breath. “Maybe just because I realized I was your pet whether or not I had it on.”

Seriously, it’s like he was trying to drive you crazy with this stuff. But two can play at that game. “You looked so pretty in that collar, James, it made me wanna play with you all day,” you hummed, letting a hint of your own moans blend in with your voice since it fit with the tone at the moment, “and spank that ass raw.”

“O-oh, fuck, I need to stop,” he hissed. “I’m getting too close.”

“That's my good boy, take breaks when you need,” you encouraged. He might as well give himself breaks since you weren’t going to be so kind when you saw him in person. You stopped touching yourself, too, just for fun. “While you take a little while to cool off, why don’t you tell me how you slept last night?”

“I didn’t,” he answered quickly, “I was so hard it hurt… I actually started, um, humping a pillow, I was so desperate…”

The image of that in your mind made you smile wide. “But you didn’t come?”

“N-no, I didn’t, but I really fucking wanted to,” he groaned.

“Good boy,” you praised one more time.

That was pretty much the gist of every call that week, where you guided him in teasing himself and used your words to get him just that much more worked up. Of course, as soon as you were off the calls with him, you went to town with your vibrator and came so hard you saw white. And while that might sound like it would take the edge off, and while it did do that to a certain extent, it didn’t actually satisfy you. You needed more, you needed to touch him again, you needed that fucking cock inside you even though you promised yourself you wouldn’t make it into a habit.

And you knew if you let yourself ride him again, you’d never stop doing it.

By the time his next session rolled around, the one that was meant to end his edging, you wondered if you were just as starving as he was.

But then he actually got there, and you actually opened your door, and you realized he was definitely worse off. Just the way he stood in your doorway was drenched in desperation; you could see the toll a week of edging had taken on him.

“You’ve been hard all day, huh?” you realized with a smirk.

“Just let me in, please,” he sighed, more commanding than perhaps you’d ever seen him. You were strictly a dom, but even you could admit that a little edge of dominance looked good on him. You stepped aside and let him barrel into your apartment, shutting the door behind him as he instantly began to strip on his way to the bedroom.

“What, no small talk first?” you joked, following him.

“Need you,” was all he said as he pulled off his underwear and presented his wrists to be bound.

You took a moment to drink in the sight of this man completely at your mercy, perfectly trained, before you picked up the ropes and tied his wrists like he silently requested.

With him tied up and already writhing without even being touched, the real fun could begin. Slowly, you knelt onto the bed and crawled up to him, watching his eyes hungrily scan your entire body.

You found your place between his legs and started to gently rub his thighs, his head falling back with a sigh. He was always a bit touch-starved, but this was a new level. You moved higher and higher until you finally let your fingers just barely ghost over his cock, and his toes literally curled just past where his ankles were tied. “Oh, you’re really sensitive…”

“Of course I am,” he shot back, and you smacked him across the face.

“Don’t talk back to me,” you reminded him coldly.

“Yes, Mistress, I’m sorry,” he hissed, “I just… fuck, I’m so— I need it so bad, please…”

“If you really need it then keep your attitude right or you won’t get it,” you instructed firmly, watching him nod quickly. You ran your fingers down his chest this time, stopping to circle a nipple which made his cheeks pinken instantly. “Oh, it must feel good or you wouldn’t be so embarrassed,” you grinned. “It must make you feel emasculated that you like being touched here. Do you not want to be Mistress’ little sissy boy who likes his tits played with?”

“F-fuck,” he whispered, “I— they’re not usually… it’s not like that, they just aren’t normally so sensitive. It’s— the edging…”

“I wonder what else has changed, hm? Maybe you’re more sensitive here too?” you hypothesized as you ran your nails down over his inner thighs and watched him visibly shiver.

“I’m more sensitive everywhere,” he assured, making you smile proudly.

"Good, that's how I like you," you winked. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tease you too much, in fact I’m feeling uncharacteristically nice today.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“You could use a little nice today, couldn’t you?” you pressed.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Um, yes, Mistress.”

But he should’ve known not to trust that; you grinned mischievously as you leaned in closer to him, so close he started to lean forward like he thought you would let him kiss you. Which you, obviously, would not. “I could be really nice,” you suggested lowly, “I could ride you again, would you like that?”

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed.

“But I don’t think I’m that nice,” you frowned.

“N-no, please, Mistress, let me… let me feel you,” he begged weakly. Maybe you were just dangling this in front of his face to see him be as upset about it as you were. You were just a lot better at hiding it.

“Sorry, baby, but you’re not ready for that today. We both know you’d come right away and we can’t have you coming inside me, dumb fucktoys don’t get to come inside me,” you reminded him sternly. “But, I figured since you’re a fucktoy, you might as well get comfortable with one of your own kind.”

And that was when you showed him the fleshlight.

“No, fuck,” he sighed, “not that. I need something warm, I need you.”

“I bet you don’t,” you smirked, “I bet you’re gonna come just fine in this fake cunt— because I told you to.”

You leaned forward again and gently slipped the fleshlight down onto his cock but pulled it right back off immediately, making him sob and thrust his hips up to chase it.

“Poor baby,” you cooed. “You wanna fill up this toy so bad, huh? So desperate to come that you don’t even care it’s only a plastic pussy?”

“Please let me come,” he whimpered, “I-I’ve been so good…”

“Yes you have, you’ve been the best little boy for me,” you praised with a smile while he whined from the pet name. “Which is why you can hold on just a bit longer. You’re almost done, baby, you’re so close, keep holding on and it’s gonna be so worth it when Mistress finally lets you come.”

He nodded breathlessly. “I know, I know,” he sighed, biting his lip when you slipped the fleshlight over his head again but not any more. He just looked so precious trying to thrust his hips up into it, desperate to get deeper.

“You are so fucking pathetic,” you laughed. “It’s really sad, actually, watching you beg to fuck me when you know you’re never gonna feel this pussy again.”

“You're so… you’re so... “ he stammered, and you waited patiently for him to finish his sentence.

Mean? Cruel? Evil?

“Perfect,” he finished with a sigh instead, and you looked down so he wouldn’t catch your shock.

You slid the toy back onto his cock, pumping it a few times until he started to whine a little and you pulled it off again. “You’re not gonna take very long, are you?” you realized.

“What are you talking about? It’s taken me all week,” he laughed breathlessly, and you smiled back.

“Yeah, fair enough,” you shrugged, both of you slipping partially out of the scene dynamic for a moment, but you got right back into it as you buried his cock in the fleshlight again, reaching down with one hand to grip and rub his balls gently.

“Fuck,” he groaned at the sensation.

“These must be so full, and sore,” you noticed.

“Please let me come,” he begged under his breath, “please, please…”

He was putting everything into not coming, and you weren’t even moving the toy on him yet. You caught a tear rolling down his temple, and maybe if you hadn’t seen that, you would’ve gone easier on him. But now that you’d gotten a free sample, you wanted to see this man broken and sobbing.

You silently, slowly, pulled the fleshlight off of him again and he shivered with every movement.

“Cry a little more for me, pet,” you cooed. “I wanna see those pretty tears of yours. Then I’ll let you come.”

Apparently, that was all the invitation he needed; he instantly started to sob, especially when you put the fleshlight down over his cock again, about halfway before you started to pump it up and down on his length. “Fuck, please,” he whimpered. “please, Mistress, I just need to come, I’ll do anything, please!”

You decided not to say anything, afraid the sensation combined with your voice would be just a bit too much for him. Those phone calls had been rough on him, he’d made that perfectly clear each time.

He seemed to alternate between speaking loudly, almost screaming over his sobs, to whispering beneath them, until eventually all of it was barely intelligible. Tears coated his face, ran down his neck and chest and even wet the end of his hair where it hung by his jaw. You moved the fleshlight faster, taking it to the base of him each time, as you started to feel your own unchecked arousal pang between your legs and even run up your spine for a second.

“You’re so good,” you whispered to him, “I’m gonna let you come soon.”

“Please,” he sobbed again, biting his lip and thrusting up into the toy even though you could tell he was trying not to. It was so precious to watch what he knew he should do go to war with what his body needed.

“I know you’re close, baby, I know you’re so fucking close, just hold on a little bit longer—”

“I can’t!” he yelped. “Mistress, I can’t, I’m sorry, I need to fucking come, I need you…”

“C’mon baby, just keep it in, you made it this far,” you encouraged him, pumping the toy as he tugged on the ropes with his hands and feet. You caught the one by his left hand beginning to fray and fear shot through you as you wondered if he might tear it again. You’d gotten much stronger ones for him, but you figured they wouldn’t be enough to stop him. Maybe they’d slow him down, though.

You had an idea, one that might backfire, but once it crossed your mind it was just too good to pass up. You moved the fleshlight faster, harder, until you suddenly pulled it off and watched his cock flex into nothing.

“Come,” you commanded him, and it fucking worked— instantly he cried out and started to paint his chest, his entire body shivering.

He came for a long time, coating himself in it, moaning loudly with each pump of hot, white spend spilling forward. Three times in a row, you thought he was done but he actually let out one more thick drop that rolled down his shaft until finally he relaxed and slumped back against the headboard, his arms still held up by the ropes but everything having gone limp.

Well, not everything: he was still hard.

“Wow, good job,” you purred, “look at this beautiful mess you made.”

You dragged a finger through a stripe of the warm liquid on his chest, bringing it to his lips for him to lazily suck off of your skin.

“Mm, how’s it taste? Do you like the taste of your own come, James?” you asked, letting your tone become a bit more mocking.

“I like it when you feed it to me,” he mumbled, sticking out his tongue for more which you gave to him happily.

“I don’t think you’re gonna be able to clean this all up by yourself,” you realized. “I think I need to help you.”

He was already gasping as you started to lean down, gripping his cock tight to guide the head to your tongue; you gave a long, slow lick over his slit and he made a shaky, high-pitched moan that was like music to your ears. You took him into your mouth, sliding down to the base in one go, and he cried out while he struggled beneath you. “Mistress, please— s’too much, can’t take it…”

You pulled off of him slowly, sucking hard on your way up, before popping off with a grin. “Oh, you’re gonna take it, baby. You’re gonna let Mistress clean you up and make sure all that come you’ve been holding in this week is out of you.”

When you got back to work, you let one hand stroke the base of him in time with the bobbing of your head, while the other cradled and massaged his balls; the feeling of his body convulsing under you was matched only by the sounds of him crying for you.

His cock began to flex weakly against your tongue and you hummed proudly as you pulled off, licking widely over the underside of his shaft while you looked up at him. “Can you come again, James? Are you close?”

“Fuck,” he groaned, “I-I think so.... feels so good when you suck me, Mistress.”

You grinned and took his balls in your mouth instead, one at a time, as he let his head fall back in a moan. “Such a sweet thing you are for me, my good boy.”

“Yes,” he cried, “please…”

Taking him in your mouth one more time, you focused on sucking the head and stroking the rest, loving the way his shaft seemed to pulse in your palm. It didn’t take much longer for some more come to spray onto your tongue and throat, making you moan happily around him. He whimpered and writhed, pumping forward into your throat a bit though you were careful not to let him come straight down it.

You had much better plans for his come than just to swallow it right away.

When you were confident he was finished, having squeezed his cock to push the last drop out onto your tongue, you came back up with your lips held shut and guided his slack mouth to open wider with your thumb. He seemed to already understand what you wanted— that or he was just too exhausted to care either way.

You leaned forward and let his come drip out of your mouth and into his, his eyes rolling back a little as his own seed ran down his tongue. Best of all, he shut his mouth and swallowed it without even being asked.

Dropping your head down a bit, you whispered huskily in his ear: “you did so good for me, James…”

When you pulled back slightly, though, with his face so close as he still panted with each breath, there was... a moment. That’s what you decided to call it later: you had a moment. His eyes glanced down to your lips, and you found yourself looking at his for a second, too. It made you think of what he’d said over the phone a few days before, when he said he wanted to kiss you and how much hearing him say it stirred feelings in your chest you would rather not deal with.

It made you imagine, for a moment, that this wasn’t work and that he was really yours. If he was, you wouldn’t have thought twice about kissing him. Instead, you watched your finger glide up his chest and over his neck, right by his pulse which was beating a thousand times a minute at this point, and he gasped and dipped his head back.

“Pretty baby,” you cooed. “My sweet boy…”

“Yours,” he agreed, so quiet that if you were any further away you wouldn’t be able to hear it. “Yours, Mistress.”

And it was like a punch to the gut, because until you heard him say ‘Mistress’ just then, you hadn’t realized you were expecting to hear your own name instead. You had let yourself forget, for a split second, that he was devoted only to the role you played for him— for money. He paid you to do this, and when he found someone who would either do it for free, or was worth giving up this life for, you’d be down one client and back to more of the same.

You leaned back and ignored the way his eyes chased you, silently but obviously pleading for more.

“Good job today,” you congratulated stiffly, aloof as ever, as you reached above him to untie his hands. “Might take you a while to clean up, though…”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a sigh as he looked down at himself, “uh, consequences of a very long week.”

“But it was what you were wanting, right? I wasn’t sure if I should’ve booked you every day for the week so I could really—”

“Oh, nonono, I couldn’t have handled that,” he laughed breathlessly. “I would’ve absolutely came in my pants if I had to see you every day without… yeah, that would’ve been impossible. I actually almost did, once— come in my, uh, pants, I mean.”

“Really? When?” you asked as you grabbed him a warm, damp washcloth.

“Earlier today,” he explained as cleaned up carefully. “I was so worked up that when the cute barista at my regular coffee place took off her jacket and had on this tight little shirt underneath, I nearly lost it right there.”

What was that feeling poking at the pit of your stomach? It couldn’t be jealousy, right? “That’s cute,” you mumbled. “It’s a good thing you didn’t, I would’ve felt really left out if I didn’t get to see you come all over yourself in a coffee shop.”

Of course he had some adorable, innocent crush on a fucking barista. It was the classic guy thing: she’s just out of reach, attainable yet forbidden. She’s wholesome, she’s domestic; you see her in that little apron making your coffee and you get to imagine her cooking for you, playing house with you.

She’s everything you’re not. You might be the turn-on, but in the end, she’s the real fantasy.

You pushed down your horribly-inappropriate emotions and send him on his way soon after, sighing as you leaned back against the front door you’d just shut.

You’d spoiled yourself, using your vibe after phone calls with him. Your pussy was fucking throbbing in anticipation of attention after seeing James come all over himself like that. And fuck, he did look pretty damn good doing it.

Knowing already that it was only a matter of time before you gave in, you decided to save yourself the drama and just head straight for your bedside drawer now.

The next week, you greeted James in a new outfit— a red velvet dress, something a little softer than the latex or leather, something more delicate. He obviously noticed it, but said nothing as he entered your apartment and took a seat on the couch.

“Was it nice to get back to your regularly scheduled programming this week?” you asked as you approached him, opting to stay standing and relish the temporary height difference. “After a week of edging, I mean.”

“Yeah, definitely,” he chuckled. “Jerking off in my morning shower was always a bit sacred, but especially now…”

He trailed off, and you could see it so fucking clearly: that body with hot water running down every perfect inch of it, his hand stroking himself, his lip between his teeth as he pictured… what would he picture? Could it be you? You cleared your throat before you broke the silence. “Anything special on deck for today?” you asked. “I didn’t hear from you this week about what you were wanting, I wasn’t sure.”

“Yeah, I was kinda… waiting, to ask in person. I couldn’t bring myself to say it all week, actually.”

That piqued your interest. “Really? And what did you want to ask?”

"I, um… I wanted to ask you if we could… maybe try something, uh, new…" he stalled.

You smiled, always loving the sight of him flustered yet brimming with ill-concealed need. "What did you have in mind?"

"I just got to thinking the other day that it would be… interesting if you, uh, maybe… pegged me?"

You grinned wider than ever, stepping closer as your heels clicked on the floor. "Really? What made you think about that?"

"I-I dunno…" he stammered.

You leaned down to look at his face a bit closer. "And when you thought about that, how did it make you feel?"

"So hot," he groaned, making you lick your lips as you watched him avoid your gaze, clearly blushing and failing to hide it.

"Did you touch yourself, James? Did you stroke that pretty cock of yours thinking about spreading your legs for me?"

"Yes," he sighed, eyes fluttering shut as you delicately grazed your fingers over his neck, "I came so fast…"

"Slut."

He choked a bit, the cutest whine catching in his throat as you laughed at him.

"I'll give you what you want, sweetheart, as long as you ask really nicely," you promised, voice dropping to a whisper.

"Please, please Mistress, I want you to f-fuck me, I mean really fuck me."

"Yeah baby? You want my pretty, pink, plastic cock?"

"Yes," he nodded eagerly.

"Then say it."

And then your plastic cock wasn't the only thing pretty and pink anymore; his cheeks were flushed instantly, his eyes fluttering a little as he looked to the side. "I… I wantyourprettypinkplasticcock," he rushed, like he couldn't get it out any other way.

You leaned in and carefully used a finger to pull his chin up, making him look up at you with those gorgeous blue eyes wide and conflicted with shame and desire. "Good boy."

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queenshelby · 4 years ago

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The Cottage (Just Friends Part 4) - Cillian Murphy Imagine

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: SMUT

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Last night, Cillian stayed at your house. He had a sleepover, which was a rare occurrence. Even more so was the fact that you didn’t actually sleep with each other that night.

‘Good Morning Sleepyhead’ Cillian said as you stumbled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

‘Why do you always get up so early?’ you asked, as he handed you a cup of coffee.

‘Habit I suppose. Did you sleep alright?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.

‘Good’ he said, before leaning in to kiss you. His lips tasted like coffee and you certainly didn’t expect the kiss. In fact, you didn’t expect anything that happened last night either, the gentle kisses, massages and curling up together in bed. There was intimacy but yet there was no sex.

‘I think I should go home now and pack some clothes. It’s a three-hour drive to Kerry. I will pick you up in an hour and we leave?’ Cillian said after your lips drifted apart.

‘Alright’ you said. You were excited to spend the entire weekend with Cillian even though you knew that you really should talk with him about your feelings.

As Cillian left you quickly had a shower and packed some clothes. You knew he would return on time. In fact, he had never been late since the day you’ve met. He was a punctual man.

The drive to Kerry was nice and very scenic. Cillian played some interesting music on the way there and you chatted a lot about your kids, holidays you’ve been on and plans for the future.

After a three-hour and very entertaining drive, Cillian pulled up in front of a small cottage surrounded by beautiful green bushlands. It was almost like in a movie, built out of grey bricks and with a dark brown roof.

Fire wood was stacked up against the front wall of the house and someone was clearly maintaining the garden when Cillian wasn’t there. The garden was perfectly manicured, with flowers and bushes of rosemary and other herbs.

‘The boys love to come here and visit the lake nearby, going fishing and stuff’ Cillian said as he opened the door to the cottage.

‘Wow, this is really nice Cillian’ you said as the fireplace in the living room caught your eye.

‘I wish we would have better weather, but I think that, regardless of the rain, a bit of nature will help you relax after your shit week’ Cillian said as it was already bucketing rain.

While Cillian carried your two small bags inside, you looked around the house. It had two bedrooms. One room had a wooden bunk bed and lots of toys and books. The other room had a large double bed with white sheets and a large crochet blanket. It was simple, but beautiful.

The living room had a large corner lounge with several blankets and books in the shelf next to it. There also was a record player and TV and the most beautiful fireplace you had ever seen.

The bathroom had a large bathtub and amazing views of the bushlands. You could certainly understand why Cillian loved it here.

While you were unpacking your bags, the rain slowly died down and Cillian suggested that you go for a walk together before it starts raining again.

You were keen to try out the bed instead, but agreed. A walk would do you good and there was always time for some intimacy later. After all, you had the entire weekend together.

You put on your warm jacket and boots and followed Cillian’s lead into the bushlands. He knew the area well and it was absolutely stunning.

You never smelled air as clean as this. It smelled like moss and wet leaves.

‘So what do you think?’ Cillian asked as you walked through the bushland, following a small track with several lookouts.

‘It’s beautiful here, thank you for taking me’ you said, pausing for a minute to take in the views.

‘You are welcome’ Cillian said before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss was gentle but yet passionate.

After your lips drifted apart, you smiled at each other and he took your hand into his before you continued with your walk.

‘Your hands a pretty cold, do you want to turn around?’ Cillian asked as he could tell that you were freezing.

You nodded and you slowly made your way back to the cottage.

On your way back to the cottage, you could feel the wind picking up and, halfway back, it began to rain again.

‘Are you alright?’ Cillian asked as he noticed you shivering as your clothes got wetter and wetter by the minute.

‘Yes, I am fine’ you said as you smiled at Cillian. He looked cute with wet hair from the rain.

By the time you arrived at the cottage, you were both absolutely drenched. Your clothes and shoes were wet and your hair was a mess.

You put your shoes and jackets into the corridor to let them dry off while Cillian grabbed a big blanket from the shelf next to the lounge.

‘Common’ he said as he wrapped the blanket around you and you sat down on the lounge.

‘I will get this fireplace going and run you a bath, alright?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.

‘The bathtub is big enough for the both of us’ you said suggestively and Cillian agreed to join you.

While Cillian was grabbing some more wood from outside, you made your way into the bathroom and stripped off your clothes.

You were freezing cold and couldn’t wait to climb into the bathtub.

Within seconds, you sank down into the almost scorching water, wincing slightly, before sighing as your body got used to the warmth. You leaned your head backwards, closing your eyes, loving how the hot water relaxed your muscles.

It wasn’t long until you heard Cillian enter the bathroom.

As he stripped off his clothes entirely, you moved forward, making some space for him behind you.

This was the first time you had a bath together and you were excited about it.

Cillian climbed into the bathtub behind you and moved your long hair to one side before gently giving you a kiss on your neck as he sat down.

‘Lean back’ he said as he wrapped his arms around you and you leaned the side of your face against his chest.

You turned your neck slightly, facing him halfway to exchange a passionate kiss.

‘I am enjoying this Cillian’ you said as you could feel his warm and damp skin against yours.

‘So am I Y/N’ Cillian said, as suddenly, you felt a pair of hands run up your thighs, coming to a stop at your hips.

‘You are so beautiful’ he whispered as he touched your body, causing the desire to build up in between your legs almost instantly.

You loved every second of it and you loved feeling his warmth.

Cillian was kissing and gently biting your neck as his hands ran up and down your legs, causing you to close your eyes and purring at his touch.

‘Cillian, you know I love…’ you said, but didn’t continue your sentence.

‘You love?’ Cillian asked, as he slowly let a finger run down your slit, before going back up again, slowly.

‘I love feeling your touch’ you said quickly and bit your tongue.

‘Good, because I love touching you’ Cillian chuckled before he slowly began to circle your clit.

You raised your legs, putting your feet over the porcelain of the tub in order to give him better access and moaned, arching your back as he picked up the pace.

Your breathing sped up quickly with Cillian’s fingers rubbing your clit and his lips kissing your neck at the same time.

Beneath you, could feel his erection growing, poking into your back.

As your breathing sped up, your chest heaved up and down, your nipples raising from beneath the warm water, up into the colder air, and back down and up. The change in temperature made your nipples harden, and sent almost painful charges of lightning down into your clit.

As if this wasn’t enough, Cillian carefully slid two fingers into you as he continued his attack on your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan.

‘Oh my god, don’t stop’ you moaned as his arms, which were wrapped around you in order to access your mound, spread your legs apart wider while pushing your body harder into his chest.

There was no way that you could move and escape the intensity of your approaching orgasm.

‘Oh my god’ you moaned as you clinged your hands onto the edge of the bathtub as your whole body trembled and your orgasm washed over you.

A breathless chuckle appeared just beside your ear, and you shivered, triggering a few more clenches.

‘Are you okay?’ Cillian murmured, and you nodded slowly.

‘More than okay’ you answered.

Releasing your hold and sliding your legs back down into the water, you sat up a bit more straight.

‘I love watching you like this’ Cillian said, before observing that the water was getting rather cold.

‘Should we continue this in the living room?’ you asked, knowing that the fireplace would have heated up the area by now.

‘Sounds like a plan’ Cillian said as he stepped out of the bath.

After he dried himself off, he wrapped the towel around him and went into the living room while you were getting out of the bath.

Once you finally made your way to the living room, completely naked, you noticed a couple of blankets and pillows right in front of the fireplace.

‘Now that is very romantic’ you smirked, walking over to Cillian and kiss him.

‘That’s the way I roll’ Cillian said jokingly.

‘It’s just missing the music now’ you said as you walked over to the wooden box with the records.

You didn’t know most of the albums and asked Cillian to choose while you lied down in front of the fireplace. Cillian didn’t hesitate and chose a record. It was nice, slow and romantic, a mix of indie and jazz. The perfect choice with the fire crackling in the background and the raindrops running down the window.

Cillian was powerless to resist you as you were leaning against the pillows, inviting him to join you with a hint of your naked curves highlighted by the flames.

Cillian let his towel drop to the floor and lied next to you, pressing his lips onto yours passionately.

You slid up next to him, pressing yourself tight against his naked body as he wrapped an arm around you, feeling your fire-warmed skin against his own.

His hands began exploring your smooth stomach, slowly gliding his fingers up your body, while you were grinding yourself against him, feeling his erection against your wet folds.

Cillian’s hand crept even higher, coming up to slip across your breasts.

As he brushed along your nipples, you let out a soft gasp. He was taking it slow and you took it all in.

As much as you've been wanting to tease him and feel him inside of you, you enjoyed this slow romance he was offering you.

As you were feeling fingers begin to dance across your nipples, his hard, throbbing cock continued to press against you and you couldn’t help but get excited, a flood of wetness growing between your legs.

Cillian began to lean down and place soft, passionate kisses along your bare shoulder. Working his way from your arm, along your collarbone, slowly up your neck, his lips continued to explore your delicious skin.

Your head tilted up to make room for his mouth getting higher up your neck until he finally met your mouth, letting his tongue dance with yours.

There was a lustful connection between you as kissed passionately and his grip tightened, holding you close.

While your tongues explored each other's mouths, your hands were exploring each other's bodies.

One of Cillian’s hands soon returned to the wetness building up in between your legs, causing a loud moan to escape you as he brushed against your sensitive clit.

It wasn’t long until his fingers slid lower, parting your wet slit as they go, coating themselves with your sweet juices. Slick and wet, they easily glide along, beginning to explore every part of your sensitive pussy, hovering around your hole as they move up and down your gaping lips.

Cillian’s other fingers began to swirl around your hardened nipples, sweeping across them to give them a quick pinch every now and again. As you let out another moan, he took advantage of your open mouth and suck your bottom lip into his mouth gently, biting it as he tugged on you with my teeth before letting it slip away.

Looking down at you with a devious smirk, he slipped two of his fingers inside your wet pussy. Your eyes widened as you gasped from the pleasurable shock rippling through you.

With his fingers deep inside you, you felt them begin to slowly work back and forth, a slight curve making them touch the most sensitive parts inside you. Your gasp quickly turned to a low moan and you looked at Cillian with fiery desire, pulling him back to your lips so you can taste him once more as his fingers rock in and out of your wet pussy.

The pulses of ecstasy coming from Cillian’s fingers inside you began to make you want to lose control. You couldn’t help it and your hips began to gyrate against his hand, your body craving more of his touch.

Cillian pulled away from your mouth and began to plant a kisses down your chin, your throat and your shoulder.

Running down your chest, his mouth found your perky breasts and took one of your nipples in between his lips, swirling his tongue around it. He loved your breasts. They were small, but they were firm and soft at the same time.

You moaned as he devoured you, relishing the feeling of his mouth upon your nipple and his fingers inside your dripping pussy.

While Cillian was pleasing you, you reached your hand in between you both and took hold of his thick shaft, feeling him throb in your grip.

‘I need you inside me’ you breathlessly demanded while looking at Cillian with lust filled eyes. His eyes brightened, seeing the hunger inside you.

Cillian pulled away from you, guiding you onto your back which was supported by the soft pillows he had placed upon the blankets earlier.

He hoovered over you and positioned himself in between your legs as you starred into his amazing blue eyes.

As you began to exchange a passionate kiss, you reached in between you and Cillian taking hold of his hard cock again.

As you spread your legs widely, you guided him towards your entrance, causing the tip of his hard cock press against your waiting, ready hole.

You felt him slowly and easily push inside you, causing you to arch your back against him, savouring the feeling of him finally filling you.

You moaned with desire as his cock kept going and going until you felt his balls press tight against you. His entire length was deep inside you.

Cillian pulsed his cock against your tight grip before slowly sliding his shaft out once more. Just before the head slipped out, he pushed himself back in. Over and over, in and out, slowly letting you feel every inch of him.

You arched your back even further, exposing your neck, luring his mouth to place gentle bites across it. You let out a wail of delight feeling Cillian’s teeth and tongue on you. The sliver of pain from the small bites sent shivers through you to mix with the pleasure erupting from between your legs. You were certain that you would have bruises on your neck tomorrow once again, but you didn’t mind.

As Cillian thrusted in and out of you gently, he could feel you squirm against him.

He let out a low growl against your skin before he looked you in the eyes, glimpsing at that want and that need for him.

After several more minutes, Cillian pushed one of the blankets out of the way and flipped around, pulling you with him. You were now on top of him and, in an instant, his cock was back inside you as you lowered yourself down onto his shaft.

‘God you are beautiful’ he said as his eyes gazed over your body and face, the fire reflecting on your skin.

Him saying this sent shivers across your skin. You loved to be complimented by him.

After starring into each other’s eyes, full of lust and desire, Cillian pulled you down to his lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth in a passionate kiss.

His hands reached back to your ass and, with a firm grip, he began guiding you up and down on his throbbing cock.

It wasn’t long until you broke away from lips to gasp for air as you began to bounce faster and faster.

Cillian was pushing up against you and eagerly began kissing and nibbling at every part of you. Your throat, your shoulders, your chest. As he reached your breasts, you let out a gasp at the feeling of his warm tongue flicking across your nipple.

Now sitting up, with your legs being wrapped around him, Cillian pulled your hair back slightly and gently. His mouth was slightly open as he inhaled the beautiful smell of yours skin.

You have never felt as close to him as in this moment. It was intense and your bodies were literally wrapped up into each other as you were making love.

Your hands held onto his back and hair tightly and he did the same with you as the thrusts continued. You moved in sync with each other and moaned together, primal roars overtaking the roar of the fireplace reflecting flames against your glistening bodies.

You were locked together, combined as a single being of pure pleasure. There is nothing else but your two bodies rocking against each other.

The heat inside you swelled fast as an orgasmic rush of ecstasy was tearing through your body.

You clenched your thighs around him, your fingers digging into his back.

‘Cillian, fuck’ you screamed as your climax peaked and your pussy quivered around his cock as your second orgasm washed over you.

The sounds you were making and the contractions around his cock sent Cillian over the edge also.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned as his shaft throbbed and pulsed inside you, shooting thick warm ropes of cum deep into you.

You continued to thrust against each other as you cum together in synced bliss, letting go over everything as you both rode out your peak.

With your orgasms finally subsiding, you exchanged a passionate kisses, then smiling at each other with hungry eyes.

‘I never had sex as good with anyone’ you said as you untangled yourself from Cillian. As he slipped out of you, you could feel both of your juices leak from you.

‘Neither have I. You are amazing Y/N’ he said with a smile before he collapsed onto the pillows behind him.

You lied down beside him, tugging the blanket back over your naked bodies before Cillian wrapped you up in his arms.

He kissed your bare skin over and over, tilting your head to meet your eyes and giving you a quick playful kiss.

‘Y/N?’ Cillian said as he looked at you, into your beautiful eyes.

‘Yes, Cillian?’ you said with a big smile. His company made you truly happy and comfortable.

‘I think I am falling for you. I know it’s wrong and we agreed on no strings attached but when I’ve heard about you going on a date with someone else I felt, well, jealous I suppose and that’s when I realised…’ Cillian said and, before he could continue, you asked the all important question.

‘When you say falling for me, do you mean you are falling in love with me?’ you asked, your heart dropping and a warm feeling rushing over you.

‘Yes, I suppose I am in love with you’ Cillian said. You could hear the nervousness in his voice.

‘You suppose?’ you asked with a slight worry creeping in.

‘Yes, because I don’t know where to go from here Y/N. I want to be with you, but I also think it’s a bad idea if we take this further’ Cillian said with sigh.

‘I want to be with you too Cillian. In fact, that’s what I wanted for quite some time. The only reason I went on the date with Jeremy was because I didn’t think you were interested in me the same way I was interested in you’ you said as you cupped Cillian’s face. ‘So, with both of us feeling the same way, why can’t we just be together?’ you asked.

‘Together as in being a couple?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.

‘You are 18 years younger than me Y/N, it can’t possibly work’ Cillian said.

‘Age is just a number. Despite, it worked for many couples before. I think it all depends on an individual’s personality’ you said, trying to reason with Cillian.

‘I don’t think you understand the implications. It is not that simple Y/N’ Cillian said as his hand ran gently over your cheek.

‘Well, explain it to me then. What implications are you talking about?’ you asked.

‘For starters, are you prepared for the social disapproval of our relationship, possibly even from family?’ Cillian asked before carrying on. ‘Also, as you know, I have to deal with press now and then. As you could imagine, there would probably be a lot of backlash’ Cillian added.

‘I am happy to take my chances if you are. There will always be haters in the world and, if this is what I need to deal with in order to be happy, then so be it’ you said, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘I love you Cillian, that’s all that matters to me’ you said as you cupped his face firmly.

‘I love you too Y/N’ Cillian said, before kissing you gently. ‘I suppose we can see where this goes, if this is what you want’ he said after he broke the kiss, causing you to simply nod and smash your lips back onto his.

You continued the passionate kisses for quite some time until you both noticed your tummies growling.

‘Hungry?’ Cillian asked as he brushed his hand through your hair gently. You had been in front of the fire place for hours by that time.

‘Yes a little’ you giggled. You really didn’t want to get up.

‘Yeah me too’ Cillian said. ‘How about I make my girlfriend some dinner and then we watch a movie’ Cillian suggested.

‘Sounds fantastic, I help’ you said just before you kissed one more time.

#cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy #Cillian Murphy x Reader #cillian murphy imagine #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #smut #agegap

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matt0044 · 4 years ago

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The Insidious Appeal of “Monty’s Vision” Conspiracies.

(warning: I will hold back on major spoilers for Broadchurch but I might dip into minor ones for the sake of my points).

Season Two of BBC’s crime drama, Broadchurch, takes place in the fallout of the solved murder of young Daniel Latimer where the killer is put on trial and pleads not guilty despite that we saw them confess to everything. The legal team defending the perp spends much of the new courtroom drama twisting events of the previous seasons to make their client look like the real victim.

Much of the lawyer’s words spin a yarn that suggests that what was official reported of the case’s resoluton was fabricated at best. She suggests that Alec and Ellie were desperate to bring in anybody with the pressure put on them that they beat a confession out of who we know was the killer.

They even try to pin Danny’s father as the true perpetrator due to an affair he was having on the night his son died, suggesting Mark killed his son in desperation to keep him silent. I don’t think I have to tell fans of the show that this nearly made me sick to my stomach. We knew what the truth was. We saw the truth in Season One yet here’s this slime ball trying to rewrite the narrative.

What made it chilling was that I could imagine myself as the impartial jurors, hanging onto every word and starting to actually think, “Maybe... she’s right.” They weren’t there to see what the detectives investigated. They weren’t there to see the killer caught and confess up front. What if the story wasn’t as straightforward as officials claim it to be? What if... there was more?

Isn’t that more hooking? Wouldn’t it be more... satisfying if it wasn’t as straightforward as, “boy killed, killer arrested,” but rather a complex web of deceit? It might not be the truth and is clearly based on extrapolation rather than actual concrete evidence... but it sounds like a damn good story, don’t it?

And that is how the “Monty’s Vision” discourse sustains itself.

Tell me which narrative sounds more compelling:

“Monty Oum regularly collaborated with Miles Luna as well as Kerry Shawcross to flesh out his raw ideas for characters and storylines, It was a team effort that involved many others contributing be it off-the-cuff or long term. After Monty’s passing, Miles and Kerry took it hard but knew that it was important to see RWBY through the best they could with their ever expanding team.”

Vs.

“Monty Oum wrote the whole of RWBY volume by volume on his own, considering ideas from Miles and Kerry when need be. He was a visionary, an auteur who had to deal with corporate stooges looking for a quick buck. With his passing, Miles and Kerry saw to it that they make RWBY into a shameless cash cow with nary regard for quality of the story or action.”

Admittedly, I skimmed a bit on both but a former fan of RWBY would find more satisfaction to their frustrations with the latter narrative. It’s not enough for Monty to have died while leaving big shoes to fill. It has to be an secret plan to ruin his vision for the sake of capitol. What, is the show... just not doing it for you anymore period?

Thus YouTube grifters like Hero_Hei get to make bank over the dissatisfaction of miffed fans looking for an answer, peddling stories of “what’s happening behind the scenes” that are hyperbolic at best and fabricated at worst. They need to keep this hate train a-chugging because any acceptance of the truth means that they can’t get the views the need.

The worst part? I get it. I’ve occasionally fallen for the some of the less egregious conspiracies for fear of the worst. However, Tumblr Meta as well as actually good video essays such as by Hypeathon helped me realize that it really wasn’t anything shady despite these bad takes worming into my mind.

Ask yourself this: Is a video essay or blog post convincing because it’s based on actual official sources or because it’s just like something you saw on HBO?

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enigma2meagain · 4 years ago

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The Insidious Appeal of the “Monty’s Vision” Conspiracies by Matt0055.

He makes a pretty compelling point in regards to why the Monty’s Vision Conspiracy tends to stick so hard. Be sure to go and throw the guy a like or something, especially his post on Reddit.

WARNING: Spoilers for the Crime Drama Broadchurch!

(warning: I will hold back on major spoilers for Broadchurch but I might dip into minor ones for the sake of my points).

What made it chilling was that I could imagine myself as the impartial jurors, hanging onto every word and starting to actually think, “Maybe… she’s right.” They weren’t there to see what the detectives investigated. They weren’t there to see the killer caught and confess up front. What if the story wasn’t as straightforward as officials claim it to be? What if… there was more?

Isn’t that more hooking? Wouldn’t it be more… satisfying if it wasn’t as straightforward as, “boy killed, killer arrested,” but rather a complex web of deceit? It might not be the truth and is clearly based on extrapolation rather than actual concrete evidence… but it sounds like a damn good story, don’t it?

And that is how the “Monty’s Vision” discourse sustains itself.

Tell me which narrative sounds more compelling:

Vs.

It's how many have bought into that one open letter even to this day. It's the classic if cliche story of the creative versus the corporate. Of an honest man's vision versus unscrupulous greed. What's the one thing that most Millennials advocate for most than eating the rich?

The worst part? I get it. I’ve occasionally fallen for the some of the less egregious conspiracies for fear of the worst. However, Tumblr Meta as well as actually good video essays such as by Hypeathon/Team SKGA helped me realize that it really wasn’t anything that... bombastic.

I always asked myself this whenever I run into this: Is a video essay or blog post convincing because it’s based on actual official sources or because it’s just like a documentary you saw on HBO?

Check here for other RWBY related posts: https://enigma2meagain.tumblr.com/rwbyposts

#monty's vision #monty's vision conspiracy #rwby conspiracy #miles luna #kerry shawcross #monty oum #monty oum conspiracy #rwby #r/rwby

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allie1804-fan · 3 years ago

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Kerensa

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Parting Is such sweet sorrow

There was just over a week before Keanu was due to head home. He was browsing in the Round House Gallery on the Harbour front for gifts to take home - he’d already bought an oil painting of Tresco from there for himself, arranging for it to be shipped home.

At the counter, a flyer advertising a production of “Romeo and Juliet” being staged at the Minack theatre caught his eye – The Minack is a famed open air theatre carved into the dramatic clifftop above Porth Curno. He took a flyer back to the cottage and showed it to Kerry suggesting they get tickets.

The night arrived and, at her suggestion based on previous experience, they took a couple of cushions to sit on and a rug for their knees to guard against the cold as night fell. The weather is mild in Cornwall but it was still only late May and temperatures would drop as it’s still cool at night.

Before the start, they bought some hot Cornish pasties and a bottle of red to share. The wine came with little re-usable cups with a cute image of the theatre printed on them that they could take home afterward as a keepsake. With pasties eaten, it was time for the rug which Kerry tucked around them both and they settled down, knees pressed together, to enjoy the show. During the show, Kerry could see Keanu silently mouthing some of the lines, especially Mercutio’s - he explained during the interval that it had been one of his earliest roles, aged at 21 for the Leah Posluns Theatre in Ontario.

The show ended to rapturous applause under the spotlights and with the moonlight sparkling on the sea below it was really a breath-taking spectacle.

They lingered a little in their seats while the crowd made its way up the steps to the exit. When it had cleared a little Keanu suggested they take in the beach before heading back to Sennen. They had a little time before their taxi came which they’d booked knowing they’d be having a drink and that the Cornish roads at night did not favour a driver with even just one drink inside them!

They stood on the sand, gazing up at the cliffs and stars - Kerry was tilting her head back so much she nearly lost her balance! You could see the main constellations really clearly and it was fun to name them. Keanu was enthralled by her wonderment - she looked so beautiful gazing up at the midnight blue sky and the clifftop theatre, her face lit up by the moon. She shivered a little with the cold breeze off the sea and he took the rug from her hands and threw it around her. As he tucked it around her, they smiled at each other. Her eyes had a twinkle, one he recognised from their time in Tresco when they’d got a bit giggly drinking in the New Inn and he remembered the same look when he’d said goodnight to her after they’d got drunk in the pub at Sennen with her sister. Her guard was down and the affection she felt was clear in her eyes. He stepped closer to her, still holding the edges of the rug in each hand. A voice in his head said this was rash but he couldn’t help it. Scrunching the rug up and using it to pull her to him, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. His arms slipped around her and the kiss deepened but just as their tongues touched and he felt virtual fireworks going off in his head, she pulled away, pushing on his chest and breaking their kiss.

Swallowing thickly and clearly holding back tears, she blurted out:

“No stop, we can’t, I can’t, I’m sorry, I just can’t - you’re going home soon and this, this will make it hurt even more”

She looked down at her feet, shoulders slumped, then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, I know shouldn’t have done that, it’s just, God, you’re so beautiful tonight and I feel so much for you and it all just came spilling out, you know, in the moment.”

She took his hand in hers, softly rubbing his knuckles with her thumb.

“Thank you” She sighed heavily “I feel so much for you too - just protecting my poor old heart I guess.”

He nodded, his expression as sad and wistful as hers. They were quiet on the climb back up to the car park from the beach. It was steep and a bit treacherous in the dark so she relented on one aspect of physical closeness and let him hold her hand up the path, dropping it when they got to the car park where the taxi was just pulling in. On the way back to Sennen she took the front seat and he the back. Keanu cursed himself for his impetuousness whilst also pondering that it had surely been a long time since a kiss had made him feel something so intensely. Once back in Sennen they said their goodnights with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Keanu slept terribly, tossing and turning all night, dreaming of Kerry, of kissing her, of Kerry naked rising and falling above him, taking him inside her, her hair cascading over her shoulders. He woke with a start, grateful he hadn’t had a wet dream, then relieved his pent-up lust in his morning shower, pressing his head against the glass after he’d cum, finally letting tears of regret fall.

For the next two days, he didn’t see Kerry at all. Usually, they saw each other every day somehow or other but she was obviously avoiding him – he guessed she was taking Scout for super early walks knowing he wasn’t a naturally early riser.

On the third day and his last in Cornwall, he set an alarm for 6 AM and listened out for her leaving the house, then scrambled to get dressed and head out himself. He looked down the beach and could see she’d gone that way today so he’d be able to catch her up or meet her on the return leg of the walk. He had to apologise for the kiss.

In the end, he caught up on the outward leg as she’d stopped by the shore to let Scout run in and out of the waves and was just staring out to sea.

“Hey there!” he called.

“Hey” she said, her voice expressing her surprise.

“You’ve been avoiding me” he stated “So I set an alarm to make sure I could speak with you. Listen Kerry, about the other night. I’m so sorry, I know it was stupid and I’m sorry, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you – I was just so caught up in the moment, the beauty of it all. The play, the moonlight, the sea and the stars.”

“I know, and I know you’d never hurt me. You’re too kind for that” she smiled but it was with sad eyes.

“And I should be saying sorry too, for sneaking around avoiding you. I’ve been a coward. And I promised myself I would stop that behaviour, you know, after the divorce. I said I’d be true to myself and honest with people and I need to stick to it.”

Up to this point Kerry had been mainly looking down, almost talking to herself but now she drew in a shaky breath and looked him in the eye.

“I could fall, no let’s face it, I am falling in love with you and I know there’s no future for us and a fling or a one nighter would be wonderful in the moment but would just be too painful in the end so that’s why I’ve avoided you! And I’m sorry for that, there I’ve said it now”

She blew out another long breath and let her shoulders droop, relieved to have said her piece.

Keanu was taken aback. Half thrilled and half devastated. Why did this have to happen now and here, over 7000 miles from his home?

“I’m falling in love with you too” he said quietly, sadly “but you’re right my life’s back there in LA. I have to go, I have commitments ……….. meetings, another location shoot. I’m sorry.”

She moved closer, took his hand and kissed it.

“Just one of those things, huh?”

He nodded and pulled her into a bear hug, she pressed her face against his heart which he knew was beating a little faster than usual.

“Come on let’s go walk it off, up on the cliffs, let the fresh air clear our heads.” he suggested.

They headed off up the beach and onto the coast path towards Lands End. They walked mostly in silence, each thinking about what was around the corner for them, each heartsore that the other wasn’t part of their futures.

“You know, I’d like to stay in touch” Kerry offered as they paused for a while on the path when Scout went scurrying off after spotting a rabbit.

“I’d like that too” he paused “but maybe not too much, too soon, you know. I guess we both need some space to let this be a friendship we cherish and not something that makes us sad.

“deal” she said sticking her hand out to shake on it.

“deal” he smiled back but like hers, his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

The next day, Keanu left for home. She came into the cottage to tell him the taxi was out front.

They shared a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“We’ll keep in touch yeah?” he said.

“Yeah but remember not too much, no mooning!”

He laughed

“I’ll have you know I’m a veteran mooner” and he turned away from her pretending he was going to do the other kind of mooning, making her laugh. At least that broke the tension and he picked up his canvas hold all and his carry-on bag and with that, he was gone.

@fortheloveoffanfic@ladyreapermc@paperplanesandwallflowers@toomanystoriessolittletime@omg-imagine@fics-not-tragedies@ficsnroses@keanureevesisbae

#keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction #keanu reeves #keanu #keanu reeves ofc

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a-ghostly-state · 3 years ago

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Can you tell us more about Valor? Or that fantasy AU with Arcade? I really like your art and I wanna know more :o

OH BOY this got a little long so im gonna put it under a readmore, but beware!!! Spoilers for Cyberpunk 2077 are ahead!!! If you just wanna hear about the fantasy Arcade au then scroll down to the bottom :)

Here's what to know about Valor:

(Assuming you have played Cyberpunk) -He's a punk nomad that came to Night City after the Bakkers fell to a larger nomad clan called the Snake Nation, he's also an ESFP, and honestly probably my best Cyberpunk oc if not my best oc entirely because of how much I actually... know him??? Like usually its hard for me to step into my OC's to the same degree I can with him. -He goes through all the main plot points of the game pretty faithfully, he's got a very high sense of honor and respect, and he HATES being lied to. When he first met Takemura he was soooo pissed off at him if only because he killed Dex before he ever got the chance to himself. Definitely believes in payback! -He romances Panam, but still had a night of passion with Kerry beforehand haha. He's bi! -REALLY bonded with Johnny, but their first meeting was the roughest by far. He actually almost did take Johnny's advice about just shooting himself, losing Jackie was a REALLY low point that changed him as a person, but the idea of dying without getting Jackie's drink put up in the Afterlife... well, it definitely made him reconsider. -He used to be a huge pacifist before Jackie's death-- like, the first quest in the game where you save Sandra Dorsett? He only knocked the guys out instead of killing them. He kept up with that trend for a little bit after Jackie's death, it was muscle memory by then, but one day he went to knock someone out and accidentally killed them and then he just. kind of continued doing that. Throughout most of the story he’s in kind of this daze where he’s trying to figure out who he even is anymore, and is just kind of going through the motions; well, if the motions were being incredibly efficient and dangerous.

-He saved Takemura, because he and Johnny are both pretty dumb sometimes and they butt heads about things OFTEN because they are both equally bad at planning shit out, so of course when Johnny says "Fuck that guy, get the hell out of here!" In the middle of a Burning Building being fantasy-swatted then of course Valor is going to charge headfirst in the opposite direction. It's because he's a himbo that cares A LOT about his friends.

-Also, on the night Jackie died he actually told Delamain to wait for him instead of choosing directly, but he ended up getting the ofrenda, which is incredibly fitting either way. (He offered the book) and after that he cried in Mama Welles' arms when she gave him the keys to Jackie's Arch, which, is something he actually bonded with Jackie about before he died. -If he could be anything besides 'V' in the game, he would be a mechanic, or a bartender at the Afterlife, or he would be a fixer out in the badlands. (That's just me rambling about other thoughts ive had for him, lol) -He’s actually a really great guy, and a great friend, it’s not his fault that chip scrambled his brain AND that he lost his best friend all in the same night :( -He left Night City to run with the Aldecaldos. Got married to Panam and had a zillion babies (I’m just kidding about that last part, though he would probably want to, knowing him.) All in all I love him. He's stupid in a textbook sense but he's hardworking and so genuinely good, and he's really emotionally intelligent despite growing up in a setting that didn't really have all the means to teach him that sort of thing. Imagine those images of a real hard looking punk smiling and holding a small puppy? Yeah, that's Valor. Cheers to him! Fantasy Arcade AU: Okay so this one is a little more off the wall. This au is just a funny little thing I was daydreaming about on my own, and. Well. Basically it's a Vulcade au because Of Course It Is have you even MET ME

So basically I was almost imagining it as like, a video game or a movie. Vulpes is this knight in Ye Olden City that gets sent off to slay a dragon thats been said to have threatened this town for centuries, so he packs up his things and rides out to go to this tower (which is quite far away, actually) and there's all this angsty buildup towards it.

He gets to the tower and it's huge, it's tall and intimidating and when he gets inside it's just completely empty. Like, everything is stone and it looks nice but there's no sign of any big huge dragon lurking around, actually it looks more like a home for a regular family if anything. So he's like. confused??? And a little nervous because he's no longer sure if it's even where he's supposed to be looking, even though he followed a map. But, then he gets to the top floor and it's this big circular room with all these large, beautiful windows and there's a... man? sitting in the center of it with his back turned to him, and he has... wings, and a tail??? And then he speaks, and he says "Welcome to my home. Are you here to kill me?" In this soft little voice, and he's still turned away from Vulpes and Boy Howdy Vulpes is starting to sweat, especially when Arcade turns around and turns out to be THE sexiest man(?) he has EVER seen in his life (yes i am exaggerating. no i do not care. Arcade is sexy and I will die on this hill) And they have this long conversation after that (which i did fully plan out but it is SO long I dont even want to put it here lol) And. basically what ends up happening is Vulpes is like "I'm so sorry, I'll leave you be Because Arcade is not actually a threat at all, actually Arcade loves people but theyre just so scared of him he decided to run away :( But before he can leave Arcade invites him to stay, and he agrees.

Then one thing leads to another, bada bing bada boom, Vulpes is having his babies the end! (I do actually love the hc that Vulpes is trans so thats totally feasible to me)

ANYWAY. I hope that satisfied your curiosity! It's such a treat to get asks like this :') Also I didnt proofread this response so if it's a little rambly or all over the place im sorry!! But again, thank you for the sweet ask :)

#Jamies ask tag #OC: Valor #Vulcade #arcade gannon #cybperpunk 2077

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urodyne · 3 years ago

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@cityburns asked: ❝ i love you so much. ❞

It was a phrase he yearned for all his life. A simple three words that held such weight, such meaning: I love you.

How many times the temptation of the phrase touched his tongue, remembering in scattered, snapshot images that lay burned into his memory from years long since passed.

He could recall the vividness of Johnny’s dark, doe eyes. Boardwalk filled nights with neon lights, and how his lips were stained pink from his favorite candy. He could remember how he tasted of strawberries that night, stealing intimate moments at the top of a ferris wheel, a promise with the passing of a stuffed bear that they were more than simply friends. For no friends ever looked at each other, the way Johnny looked at him.

A night filled with building desire, that led to the hold Johnny kept on his wrist, keeping him from leaving the passenger seat of his car as he turned to say goodbye. He knew what he wanted, it was clear in his gaze, the same uncertain, nervous look as he’d lay him down in bed that night. He would give him exactly what he desired, watching the way Johnny’s hips met his own with such eagerness, that he met with an equal fervor. Lost in him, the scent, the touch, the very taste of him, that sweet, synthetic strawberry sugar taste as tongue pressed past his lips to hear him moan against his open mouth. It rose up in him so naturally, much the same as a climax would. No need to hide from one another, watching his walls fall away as he lay bare before him. How he’d stop to admire him, buried deep inside him to watch the way his back would arch and his name would fall so easily from his desperate lips. A shy toss of his head, watching onyx hair shroud his vision as he’d find himself going harder, the temptation of confession almost forced from his lips when he’d feel him tense around him, his pleasure spilling over his belly as he’d find release inside him. Another chance lost, like so many others against their locking lips- words never needed when tangled in each other's embrace.

He loved him then, that he knew for a fact.

To then imagine Johnny as a much younger version of himself, when he was much less Silverhand, and more willing to accept the name Robert. He could picture the warm tones of Summer on Johnny’s pale skin, visiting his home after so many years of being away. Dark hair tucked away behind his ear, feet swinging idly off a high branch of a tree as a dog lay belly up, sun bathing below where light sifted through dancing leaves. How he could remember the taste of his grandmother’s sweet tea, a hot summer sweat upon his neck as they both prayed for a gentle, Texas breeze. Their names still lay engraved in the bark of his childhood oak tree somewhere. The melody of Johnny’s acoustic guitar haunting his dreams, the tune he hummed still so familiar, even decades after he was gone. A few weeks where he’d gotten his first real look into the man he was before Johnny Silverhand, the echo of a boy that was destroyed by the war.

He loved him then, just as he loved him now.

Johnny promised him forever, a vow given one night on tour. The solo acts come together as one. Often quoted as inseparable, and knowing there was truth in the media that spoke of their secret love life. The fame after all, didn’t come without the demand for publicity, being forced to shake hands and meet adoring fans- only to sneak off given any chance they got. Hotel beds and a new city every week, and somewhere within the constant flurry of fame he could recall a distinct proposal. Drunken maybe, but the words were there- a passing of a ring- a promise that he’d never perform so long as Kerry wasn’t there at his side. Marriage and love, without words.

A few instances in a lifetime of many, expressing their love in such subtle ways that left the feeling, the phrase always lingering in the air between them, but never spoken. How many times they held hands, stole a kiss when no one was looking, embraced one another on their darkest of nights. It was a regret that he would hold inside, like a slow decay, eating away at him from the inside out. He should have told him how he felt that night he died, wondering if maybe he did, that maybe Johnny would have stayed. No more Samurai, no need for revenge nor blaze of glory, but a chance to quietly fade away from the fame, live a life for the two of them. Yet he held his tongue, and Johnny took it to his grave, but the look they shared was one that said it all. They loved, and they lost, and he lived with the pain of believing he would never get it back.

Fingertips trailed over the familiar features of his face, an act he could do with eyes closed, having done such idle gestures so many times over that he would know him blind. Hair like starlight with fine streaks of white within, twisting in small curls around his digits before tucking them away behind his ear. If only there was a phrase stronger than love that he could use to describe the way he felt when near him. Like two halves finally coming together to be whole. The part of him he’d missed for so long, finally back in his arms, as it was always meant to be.

Now he lay beside him, each and every morning waking to a perfect view, watching the way his love stretched beneath the morning sun that streamed in through the window. A sight that left hands moving from his messy hair, down the center of his newly modded chest. Black and red chrome on scarred flesh, preserving his tattoos and leaving the scars he could remember from fifty years back. A tired groan left him rolling on top of his lover, allowing lips to roam their way down as he sighed. Home and heaven, wrapped in one, the one person that could make him feel so loved. He’d owned his heart from the start, not time, space, nor lifetimes could ever tear them apart.

And to think he lay so blissfully unaware of such a notion. A simple, passing comment, half asleep and casual. I love you so much. The thought left him smiling against his skin, hands running down his sides as he breathed in the scent of him, exhaling with a hushed confession.

“I love you too, Johnny. More than you’ll ever know.”

#cityburns #Ask.#ask meme.#i turned this into a drabble so here u go.#slaps that down.#things we talked about were rattling in my empty skull.

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trashcatsnark · 4 years ago

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johnny sitting by v's bedside after they've both returned from mikoshi because she hasn't recovered as fast as him. just watching her chest rise and fall with every breath she takes, tracing the tattoo he had gotten her and feeling her pulse just underneath his fingertips, seeing her facial expressions twitch the slightest bit every now and then and getting his hope up that she might finally wake up and open her eyes to return to him.

because everyone knows these two would have some sort of "separation anxiety" after literally sharing a brain, and now when johnny can't even talk to her or anything makes it so much harder. and it's not like he has a lot of people to turn to either. the closest one would probably be kerry but our boy is emotionally constipated and the only one who even knows some of his feelings is currently in some sort of medical coma that no one is sure she even will make it out of.

so he sits there by her side for however long it will take for her to wake up, sometimes forgetting to eat and shower for days because he gets caught up in thoughts about "what if's".

he knows there's a possibility that she won't wake up, no matter how hard he tries to suppress the thought, and he still feels obligated to at least be there for her when she takes her last breath if it comes to that.

but ultimately he wants to be there when she returns to the land of the living to show her that they both manage to do the impossible: saving both of them.

AHHHHHH, YOU ANONS COME INTO MY HOUSE AND MAKE ME CRY LIKE THIS?????? THE NERVE !!!!! IM SO THANKFUL

He would though, he’d cling so desperately to V’s side, and just not wanna leave them at all. I imagine, hopefully, Kerry would try to coax him out, try to tell him someone else will watch over V, just cause he’s fucking worried man. But Johnny refuses, so Kerry is like okay, I’ll sit with you then, helps talk to Johnny, play a tune, keep him company, tease him for being smelly, maybe coaxes Johnny to shower because hey he’s here, he’ll yell if anything changes, and you really want V to wake up and smell you before they see you, man?

And Kerry is totally emotional over V too, like dont tell me not everyone is emotional about V, and might use Johnny showering as an excuse to talk to a sleeping V about how worried he is that they wont wake up, and how thankful he is for all they did for him, he’s not crying you’re crying.

I also plan on this in my fic and just feel it it could happen in general, V waking up and seeing Johnny there, clinging to him immediately and no matter what just them immediately falling into each other. And maybe V tries to tease him just a bit like “oh, figured the second you were back in your body you’d be living it up, doing blow off some strippers ass or something.” and he knows they’re joking, trying to cover up just how much they need him, how happy they are that he’s here, he can feel that truth in just how tightly they’re holding onto him and burrowing into him desperately. And he just tells them, “C’mon now, really think I’d abandon my girl/boy like that?” which just makes v melt all the more.

Also sorry this response was kinda late and may have gone off track, halfway through i had to go check on one of our horses and lost my entire train of thought by the time i got back in.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #johnny silverhand #silverv #Anonymous

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ai-katsuu · 3 years ago

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Anastasia and Andrei + Moonlight Carnival Encanto AU (Hunting Prince Dracula/Escaping Houdini Spoilers)

I just finished the Stalking Jack the Ripper Series and needless to say it has become my favorite book series, I absolutely fell in love with it! The way Kerri masterfully developed the relationship between Audrey (who I share the name with!) and Thomas was amazing in way I can’t describe.

While majority of my love goes towards Cressworth and the “Whodunnit” theme that keeps me not only on the edge of my seat but also gets be thinking, I couldn’t ignore the supposed relationship of Andrei and Anastasia in the second book “Hunting Prince Dracula”

Though it is scarce, it is heavily implied by Kerri and Thomas himself that they has a relationship.

1. “Anastasia grinned. "I heard he was quite handsome. Perhaps I shall marry him if you're only work partners." I'm not sure what she saw on my face, but she quickly added, I'm teasing. I've got my heart set on another, though he pretends I don't exist. How was your trip?”” 2. Undeterred by the sidelong glances Andrei slid her way, Anastasia excitedly motioned for us to come sit with them. 3. “Andrei clamped his jaws together, tossing a murderous glare at his friend, though his throat bobbed with tears he was obviously holding back. How very peculiar.” 4. "In light of the recent discovery regarding Wilhelm's death," the headmaster said in accented English, moving swiftly from remembrance to business, "no one is permitted off academy grounds. At least not until we uncover the true cause of death. A curfew will also be enforced to ensure your safety." Surprisingly, Andrei exchanged a glance with Anastasia.” 5. “"What do you make of that?" I said, indicating Andrei. "Is it all for Nicolae?"

"Hmm." Thomas studied him for a few moments, sharp gaze taking stock of each movement or lack thereof. He drummed his fingers along the edge of our table. "His worry doesn't appear to be entirely related to Nicolae. Note the chain around his collar and the pendant hanging from it. I wager it's a lock of hair. He's been preoccupied since Miss Anastasia Nádasdy's appearance in our laboratory. I believe he's mourning both, but is broken by her death in particular. He might have longed to secure a union with her”

Even if Anastasia had been talking about Thomas in #1, I think that it’s too obvious that their really was something between the two. They must have had something that was enough for a brute like Andrei to fall in love with someone. Instead of worrying about the disappearance of his cousin (which he did) it states that despite that, Anastasia was still on his mind. That wouldn’t be the case if they didn’t have something special.

The deductions of Thomas were also that Andrei supposedly kept a lock of hair, which really leads me to believe it couldn’t have been fake.

PLUS what was the point of Kerri putting those lines for Andrei and Anastasia. It could have been to throw us off, but her supposed first death had been plenty enough, she didn’t need to add. Which is why I really think Anastasia and Andrei really did have some sort of genuine relationship!

I mean c’mon a strong brute who (as described by Audrey Rose) is sort of a quiet jackass with a perky, confident, happy, witty, and hilarious girl? It’s too cute!

However I see ZERO content of them online at it looks as if they were never discussed! So I’ll likely be taking the liberty on making a few doodle of them myself!

I propose an AU where Anastasia was not the killer and instead, after being presumed dead, wound up in a similar situation like Nicolae. Doesn’t matter who the real killer was, as along as Anastasia gets found at the end.

Since Andrei does not get accepted into the Academy, I imagine he and Anastasia traveling around until the Moonlight Carnival comes to Romania and she meets Mephisto.

(Now if it weren’t for the pain Mephisto already had to endure, I would propose a love triangle between him Ana and Andrei but I’m not gonna do that to Meph again haha)

I imagine she would temporarily join the MLC during their tour around Romania and sing, dance, and perform. THIS is where the Encanto AU comes in. She would perform those songs as her act for example

Anastasia singing ‘The Family Madrigal’ as ‘The Moonlight Carnival’ as she introduces each of the members to Romania in a song.

“But let's be clear, Mephisto runs this show”

“Welcome to the Moonlight Carnival The home of the Moonlight Carnival (we're on our way) Where all the people are fantastical and magical I'm part of the Moonlight Carnival”

The plot of the play they are performing being that Anastasia longs for an act which Mephisto won’t give. *cue Waiting on a miracle hehe*

ANYWAY thats all I have for now! Expect some doodles of this soon and let me know what you think!

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cloudsnbones · 3 years ago

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Ok so quick note, thanks to @wonderofasunrise whose blog I found these prompts on and thus which proceeded to steal. this is no. 11. :)

Excuse for being lazy: also yes this is only meant to be short so like sorry for not expanding on things at all. Perhaps I shall make up for that next time ;)

This is set in s8 around wintery times.

Please enjoy :3

“I thought I would be okay with just being friends but… All I can think of when I’m around you is how badly I want to kiss you and how I can’t do that anymore.”

Kerry lay quietly, her cheek resting on Susan’s chest, her eyes shut in a warm, pensive bliss – two souls in harmony.

Their illicit affair had begun as a matter of surprise to them both; after a night of heavy drinking and deep confessions they awoke the next morning sharing a bed, and what had started as a one-night stand became a regular thing after replicating the original night twice over.

Not only had their sexual relationship grown in a way that neither could have imagined, but an understanding, a friendship had also developed which had allowed themselves to trust wholeheartedly and without the fear of judgment for the first time in a very long time.

Kerry had indeed gotten accustomed to arriving home and finding Susan outside waiting for her, she had started to prepare dinners big enough for two in anticipation of an inevitable phone call asking to spend the night. Everything was falling into place. Therefore, it could never have lasted.

“I think we should end it.”

Whatever ‘it’ was. The nebulous nature of their relationship was growing all too much for Kerry, because, to tell the truth, she had fallen.

She didn’t think that there had ever been a time when she wasn’t in love with Susan Lewis, but to have been finally exposed in full to that euphoria, to live out her long-term dream, one she’d barely registered before now, was bittersweet…when she knew that Susan would never, could never requite what she felt inside.

Susan was surprised at the statement. She had never really thought about ending it, actually ending it. To be honest, since this whole thing started, she hadn’t really thought about anything at all. She knew that they were never going to be a “they”, Kerry Weaver and Susan Lewis: ER Power Couple, but she couldn’t help feel a little, disappointed at the idea of losing her? Although, she wasn’t really going to be lost, just not there in the same way. It just seemed really random, why now? Had she been planning this for a while? It was going well, she had thought, but knowing Kerry perhaps to her this wasn’t right. Anyway, best to end things whilst they’re good right? She clung to that thought in the hope that it might fill the suspicious hole she felt deep down in her chest.

The two promised to stay friends, it’s always nice to have an ally. And Susan was just fine with that, one-hundred-percent completely fine.

“23-year-old male, multiple head lacs, altered, LOC, vitals stable, BP 120/80,” announced the new EMT Danielle as she tried to shake her overgrown fringe out of her eyes.

It was just then as Susan and Kerry approached to take the trauma that the man in question lent over and wretched blood all over Danielle’s jacket causing Kerry and Susan to jump back a little before grabbing the sides of the gurney so that she could sort herself out. The man started to lose consciousness again as they raced to get him inside.

Danielle shed her jacket leaving it on the tarmac of the ambulance bay revealing a white vest and tattoo sleeves before she continued her debrief whilst following the pair to the trauma room, “Received 50 of Lidocaine at the scene, complains of dizziness and neck pain,” she continued.

As they entered the trauma room Susan finally took a look at the woman speaking and what said woman was wearing, “Nice top,” she said her eyes lingering a little bit too long.

“Thanks,” replied Danielle looking down at herself briefly before smiling to show her gratitude.

“LIFT ON 1, 2, 3!” Kerry ordered loudly cutting their little interaction short.

And as Susan lent over to start working on the man she felt Danielle put something small into her pocket whispering, “I’ll see you later.”

She stared as the woman left the trauma room only to look back around to see Kerry watching her icily.

After the man was stabilised, Kerry and Susan left the trauma room ripping their gloves and their aprons off as they did so before tossing them into the trash.

They both started in the same direction, practically colliding, Kerry extending an arm to institute a satisfactory, colleague-appropriate space between them.

“Tough trauma.”

“Yeah, I s’pose…Hey, did I tell you that Susie went to see that film they’ve all been talking about, Shrek(?) the other day, oh my god I have not heard her be so excited about something in months, and the way she talked about the donkey in it you would think that the two were going out, but alas no. Apparently, he is indeed taken by a dragon as is so often the case with actually desirable men,” she ranted enthusiastically putting on a heightened English accent to emphasise the slander.

Kerry listened quietly as she felt Susan’s words dig into her further and further, she should be happier for her, she knew that, but everything was closing in on her and she didn’t like it.

They entered the Doctor’s Lounge and as soon as the door shut behind them and it was clear to Kerry that no one else was in there, she started, “Listen, I don’t wanna make a big deal outta it but I just wanted to let you know that it’s considered a little inappropriate to get distracted by pretty EMTs when working a trauma at least from a management perspective, now as it’s never happened before obviously it’s not a problem but just so you know for any future interactions that they should be left till after you’ve finished working on the patient.”

Susan’s smile failed immediately at the mini reprimand. “Kerry it was nothing I promise.”

“Uhuh – well even if that is the case it’s still inappropriate,” Kerry said pointing her nose in the air.

Kerry’s stiffness on the subject angered Susan who huffed before retorting, “And even if it WAS something I don’t think that’s any of your business, you know Kerry Weaver, not everything is about you I realise, ok, that you’re the only person in YOUR world but that’s not the same for the rest of us,” as she raised her voice, she stepped closer and closer to Kerry refusing to break eye contact for a second.

Kerry was frozen in place, her lip quivering slightly and her eyes conveying only a hint of pain and fear behind their broken shields.

They were practically toe-to-toe, and their proximity almost immediately caused Susan to calm down as if her body was anticipating Kerry’s touch, Kerry’s smell, Kerry’s warmth.

The electricity burning Kerry’s skin as her beloved towered over her, not knowing, never knowing, what those words meant to her. Why although dealing with hurtful comments was part of the job, was always part of the job, they felt different coming from her.

But as cupid’s taunting strings gradually lured them together, the door burst open loudly causing the women to practically jump out of their skin in order to create distance between them.

It was Chuny; “Doctor Weaver there’s a guy wandering around the admit desk I think he’s your patient, Mr. Reid?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute Chuny,” Kerry replied a little too shrilly, her eyes still fixed on Susan. She stayed there for a few more seconds before finally awakening in herself the willpower to sort out the wanderer.

As the last sounds of her crutch hitting the floor faded away into the dissonant noise of the ER Chuny joked, “Did you just have it from Weaver, I bet you didn’t miss those in Phoenix!” before closing the door and leaving.

But ‘missing Weaver’ was really the only thing Susan was able to do at that moment, she turned towards the window to wipe away a tear. Then, she shook herself from head to toe, set her face back to neutrality and spun around so she could go back to work.

Kerry stood alone, her arms restless as if they were missing something, or someone, her kitchen echoing with emptiness. As she stared half-heartedly at the risotto she was making she heard a buzz followed by three rapid knocks. Kerry pulled herself out of her reverie, grabbed her crutch and headed over to the front door.

Upon opening, she saw Susan shivering in a short tan trench coat, her arms wrapped around herself, her right foot tapping the ground beneath her. When she heard the click of the latch she lifted her head and the expression Kerry saw sent a shiver through her, Susan’s eyes were wide and deep inside them there seemed to be some sort of lingering discomfort.

“Hey,” she said shyly before pulling the door to and stepping out into the cold winter’s night also, “What are you doing here?”

“Um…I’m not sure to be honest,” was the esteemed reply.

“Aren’t you cold? Do you want t-”

“Kerry there’s something I have to say and if I don’t say it now, I don’t think I ever will so.”

“Uh…ok, um, go right ahead.”

“I’m so tired, of all this of going to back to the old normal, whatever the hell that was, you know I-” she broke off, her voice cracking slightly as her emotions started to get the better of her, “I thought I would be okay with just being friends but…All I can think of when I’m around you is how badly I want to kiss you and how I can’t do that anymore. And even when you’re mad and being a bitch, I just want to hold you because then I know everything’ll be all right.” And on those final words she broke down, it could have been the cold, it could have been the pressures of moving back to a town where no one really remembered her, but in that moment, it didn’t matter what the exact cause was because her Susan was upset and it yanked at her heartstrings.

The women stood there silently, Susan looking at the floor and Kerry looking at Susan, frozen in light of the revelation, trying to calculate what best to do. When Kerry still didn’t say anything, Susan raised her head once more to look at her and being met only with an unreadable, blank expression, she felt she could take a hint.

Not wanting to stand in the scene of her rejection any longer Susan said, “Goodnight,” in a dejected, barely audible voice before turning around and heading down the steps leading up to the house. And it was this that triggered Kerry’s ability to move once more.

“Wait!” she called out, as she reached her hand out for the banister and tried to rush down the stairs, but her hurriedness and the light frost worked against her and as Susan turned around Kerry practically tumbled into her arms.

And at this intimacy, there was only one thing left for them really, because love doesn’t require logical thinking, sometimes all it needs is an impulse.

Kerry pulled herself up muttering a word of thanks before running her hand through Susan’s hair and slowly, softly bringing her down for a kiss.

And as a thousand fireworks went off in their minds, they simultaneously knew that “they” would last forever.

#kerry weaver #kerry x susan #susan lewis #er #nbc er #ficlet #drabble #kerry weaver x susan lewis #angst #fluff #aghhhh sorry again #better than nothing though right #also sorry if the medical stuff is wrong #that's not why i'm here #i don't think it's sooooo inaccurate???#also ive scheduled this for like the middle of the night where i am so yeah whatever you say i will be waking up to and will define my day #remember that #i don't want to proof read this again any mistakes that are there now remain there #my writing

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Play with Fire

pairing: Kerry Eurodyne x Male!V , Johnny Silverhand x Female!V word count: 6333 (measly and weak but just u wait) summary: V has everything under control. He's not dying. He and Kerry are still going strong. He's now the King of the Afterlife. And Johnny Silverhand is alive and in his own body. He's not forgetting anything...or is he? notes: Anyone ever want both a male and female V in game? Surprise motherfuckers! Post-Canon The Sun ending fix-it fic coming RIGHT UP! Enjoy two V’s!

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4307 hours, 258420 minutes and 15505200.1 seconds. 5.9 months. That’s how long it took to get Johnny back. Not just in V’s head, but actually back . Not only did V focus on getting his own body to stop slowly dying from the lack of Johnny’s biochip in his head, he also focused on how he would get Johnny back. The fucker grew on him...or in him, for better use of the terms. Johnny was a parasite that not only slowly killed V by means not of his own volition, but also slithered his way into V’s heart. Hell, the only reason V came back to his body instead of giving the thing to Johnny was because he gave control to Johnny at Arasaka Tower. V looked over at the man now...in the flesh and not just a fucked up construct in his head that only he could see and hear. Johnny was leaning on the railing to V’s penthouse apartment. The sun was slowly setting on Night City, and despite V being almost next door (or next skyscraper) to her old apartment, there was something so surreal about the scene. Johnny had an unlit cigarette in his mouth and was just leaning on the guardrail, looking at the city with a silent awe. His sunglasses were on top of his head and there was a sort of peace about it all. V blinked as a message came into view. V let out a soft sigh, turning back around and walking into the house.

V was going through his clients and fixers. After everything that happened at Arasaka, V was suddenly thrown back into his body. A living legend. Something V had wanted for a long time...and it felt strange. V was still learning how to live with being a legend. Taking over Afterlife and Rogue’s legacy was a lot more difficult than V had imagined. V hadn’t even imagined becoming a fixer himself...and now there he was. Every other fixer didn’t want Rogue’s position, and most of them now came to V for things. It was all just so...much more than what he expected. V kind of expected to die and become a legend, not live to tell the tale of his escapades. He was alive and now people whispered and tried to fuck him over far more often than he wanted to be fucked. V grumbled once more, throwing himself onto the couch. Kerry was on tour with the Us Cracks for another day and V desperately wanted to actually be fucked instead of having to deal with others who were trying to fuck him in a non-sexy way. “Bein’ a fixer a lot more difficult than you expect?” Johnny asked, pulling V’s attention to the door where Johnny leaned against. V let out a small grunt, looking back up at the ceiling. “I doubt Rogue ever took a fuckin’ break, but you aren’t Rogue. You can make new rules.” Johnny muttered, walking over and leaning over the couch, looking down at V. V looked up at him, suddenly mesmerized by how he actually cast a shadow...how he didn’t glitch when he talked. How he couldn’t just materialize his sunglasses and how stupid he looked with them on the top of his head. “Take a break before you burn yourself out. Didn’t go through all that trouble to clone a new body just to fuck it up by working too hard.” Johnny muttered. V stared at him for a moment longer and sighed. “There’s still a lot of shit I gotta deal with.” V grumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Ya know, I didn’t just get a fuckin’ manual of how to be a fixer and how to run shit smoothly.” V said, looking back up at Johnny. Johnny didn’t say anything, his mind obviously going back to what happened at Arasaka tower...the reason why V was a fixer now and not just a merc. Rogue was dead. Silence filled the air. V sat up and touched Johnny’s hand. Johnny didn’t say a word at the action. Didn’t move his hand either. It was weird being able to physically touch Johnny. Even weirder not to hear his stupid voice rattling around his head, but to actually hear it. Even without the fucker being in his head, he just knew shit with Johnny. That’s what happens when you share a brain and see into the other’s head and soul’s.The two had been through enough shit for a lifetime...and here they both were...living and alive. Clones of what they once were, but both alive. About 5 months into looking at ways for V not to just kick the bucket in the coming month, V decided to take up street fighting. The first place V fought was a little rooftop in Kabuki. There, he fought these two twins that were the same but different. They had split their personalities into two different bodies so that they were two different people but still 1 person. It made V feel hopeful. Sure, they were twins to begin with, but seeing how identical they looked, V got the idea of clones. V called up Hanako who didn’t answer, but V left a voicemail, explaining his reasoning for the call. Then he called Takemura who also didn’t answer. Arasaka fuckers were hard to track down, especially since what V was asking was a lot. V wanted a new body and he wanted Johnny’s engram back, Johnny on the chip...and then a clone of Johnny. It was a big request, especially wanting to bring a literal terrorist against Arasaka back to life...So, like a rational person, V broke back into Arasaka Tower, took Johnny’s engram back and booked it the fuck back to Vik’s. Then V had to go into Cyberspace to find the fucker, so he had to get some help from the Voodoo Boys to get back to the blackwall. Then he had to find him in Cyberspace and throw his ass back into an engram. Alt luckily let him leave willingly, even telling V to make sure when switching out his own engram into a clone to be quick, otherwise he would flatline. The next thing V had to do was find someone to copy Johnny’s DNA and then find out about clones. In less than 2 weeks...while trying to run the Afterlife...and dying. Kerry was a real lifesaver when it came to those 5+ months. Always helpful. Helping buy the best people to make identical clones of both V and Johnny. Fuck he missed the stupid rockstar. “Mind if I use that little Arasaka AV to get the fuck off this little penthouse oasis?” Johnny asked, pulling V from his own thoughts. “Got a hot date er somethin’?” V asked back with a smirk. Johnny returned the smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Johnny teased back. V let himself chuckle, waving his hand towards the front door. “All yours, Silverhand. There’s a key by the door...you know, so your old ass is able to get in it.” V snarked, standing up and grabbing a bottle of Centzon off the end table in front of him. Johnny didn’t have any modifications, minus his new cybernetic arm. His old one was a few decades outdated and despite V’s own cloned body being perfect, something in Johnny’s DNA left him without his left arm...Johnny didn’t seem to mind the new arm. Didn’t seem to mind the new body either. Apparently his cock was still impressive and that was all he really cared about. “Don’t go nukin’ any Arasaka towers.” V teased as Johnny started walking over to the front door. V looked over and saw his middle finger up in the air as he grabbed the key from the door. V sighed, hearing the doors slide shut behind Johnny and the AV starting up and flying off. V sat back on the couch and closed his eyes. +++

“Open the fucking door you fucking gonk!” Johnny shot up from his spot on the couch at the sudden pounding and screaming at the door. V got a new penthouse and lovingly gave Johnny his shithole of an apartment. Another louder pounding of the door followed as Johnny got up from the couch which he had fallen asleep on after eating far too much Chinese food. “I swear to fuckin’ GOD VINCENT FLOWERS!” The pounding of the door was somehow even louder as the woman’s voice continued to scream against it. Vincent Flowers ? Ooh V would not like to know some lady was saying his full name. Johnny was sure V only swung one way, but with the way this chick was banging on the door, it sounded like V had wronged her. Bad . Johnny opened the door mid-pounding, forcing the woman behind it to stumble forward into the apartment. “Take it easy, princess.” Johnny smirked as the woman let out a sharp huff, glaring up at him. She had red hair, a red and black trenchcoat. At least she matched. “What do I owe the pleasure of-” Johnny started before the woman kicked his feet out from under him, straddling his chest once on the ground and holding a gun against his forehead. He could have sworn he heard someone mutter something outside the door, but it slid shut before he could even process anything that was going on. “Vincent Flowers. Vince. V. Whatever the fuck he goes by. Where the fuck is he?” The woman snarled lowly back down at him. Johnny stared back up at her, his hands going up in defense as his breath came back from being knocked out of him. Still not used to that feeling either. “Who’s askin’?” The words came out far more growled than Johnny had meant. He had only had his body for about a week and now he was gonna lose it to some redheaded woman for being protective over V? Yeah that seemed about right. Kinda figured he’s flatline under a woman. “His sister .” The woman said through clenched teeth, glaring back down at him. Johnny’s brows furrowed as he stared up at her. V was around Johnny’s height, maybe a centimetre shorter than him, but this woman had to only be about 5’4”. Her hair looked long with how big her stupid space buns looked. V had dark black hair, while this woman had dark red hair. V didn’t have any tints of red in his hair. The only thing the two had in common were freckles across their nose, though this woman’s freckles were far darker than V’s and...her eyes. Their eyes. Purple. Johnny blinked. “I don’t remember you.” Johnny muttered aloud, more to himself than to the woman. Johnny had been in the prick’s fucking head for over a month, seeing his memories, feeling his feelings, and not once did he remember this little redheaded bitch in the fucker’s memories. Johnny stared at her for a moment longer before she punched him in the nose. “ Fuck .” Johnny grumbled at the sudden pain. “ Tell me! ” The woman snapped pushing the gun now fully against his forehead. It felt warm. Like she had used it recently, but not so recent that it burned. “Where the fuck is V?” The woman said with a low growl, getting closer to Johnny’s face. “Where is my brother?” The woman asked, sounding a little less hostile at her own words. Johnny watched as her guard went down for a minute before slamming his head into hers. The woman let out a sharp hiss from the pain as Johnny took the opportunity to shove her off of him and quickly rush over to where he kept his gun. Gunfire filled the little apartment as Johnny dove over the couches and grabbed his own gun from the coffee table, staying low to keep from the gunfire. “Why are you lookin’ for him?” Johnny asked loudly, as the gunfire stopped for a moment. Johnny glimpsed over the couch before ducking and falling below where the couch ended and the step was to keep himself from being shot as she fired a few more shots. “I’m worried about the fucker.” The woman snapped back. “He went fucking dark about 8 months ago. Not a fucking word. Dropped off the face of the planet.” The woman explained. Johnny made sure his gun was loaded before quickly rushing over to the bed and jumping on it, to keep himself from being shot, firing a few warning shots back at the woman. “Is he alive?” The woman asked, her tone softening at the question. A moment of weakness. Johnny tossed a pillow towards the couch, watching it get blown to bits from gunfire, helping him figure out where she was by the way the fluff blew out of the pillow. Johnny’s ears perked up at the sound of clicking near the bathroom, knowing she had emptied her clip. Now or never. Johnny quickly rushed around the bed wall and the bathroom wall, grabbing onto the woman’s wrist, hitting the gun from her hand before flipping her over his shoulder and onto the ground, aiming his gun down at her now. The woman glared back up at him as Johnny kicked the gun towards the couches, away from this little hellfire. “He’s alive.” Johnny said, watching her glare subside for a moment as a wave of relief washed over her. “Good.” The woman sighed, staring back up at Johnny before reaching and pulling out another gun from just under her chest from a gun holster and aimed it back at him. Fuck. “Valley.” The woman said, staring back up at Johnny, expecting an introduction. Johnny found himself chuckling. “Johnny.” Johnny introduced himself. Maybe she really was V’s brother. Valley. Valley. This name didn’t sound familiar, but when he thought back of his time in V’s brain, he felt it was familiar. “V doesn’t live here anymore.” Johnny explained, keeping his gun trained on the woman. The woman let out an annoyed huff, setting her gun down to her side, staring up at the ceiling. “You know where he is?” The woman, Valley, asked, looking defeated as she lay on her back on the ground. Johnny slowly lowered his gun. “I just want to see how he is...not just hear it.” Valley muttered, looking back up at Johnny. “I’ve heard a lot of shit about him...It took me about a month to get to Night City and even outside of the fuckin’ city, I’d heard things about V...kinda why I didn’t just come and see what had happened when he went radio silent.” Valley muttered, more annoyed than anything. Johnny stared at her for a long moment before she sat up. “I only knew one number of his, and it was a client that got him into Night City...Jackie Welles. Do you know him?” Valley asked and Johnny felt his heart drop at the name. ‘Course he knew him. Knew that V never truly mourned. Felt the ache in his own damn chest from the grief. “Yeah…” Johnny muttered aloud, staring back at the woman. His heart clenched uncomfortably tight. Valley simply looked back up at him and nodded. “I mean, hell, I know it was about 2 years ago when V first left, but that was the only contact I had that could even potentially lead me to him…” Valley muttered, sitting up on her elbows. “Then he got kicked out of that stupid fuckin’ Arasaka job, so I couldn’t just ring them up askin’ for V.” Valley continued sitting up fully, leaning her arms against her knees. “Last thing I heard was he got this big gig with some big fixer. Thought it’d make him a legend.” V shrugged, looking back up at Johnny. “Then...nothin’.” Valley shook her head, looking confused by the silent act. “Don’t get me wrong, he would go off the map for a while, sure, but after about 2 months, a girl gets worried, ya know?” Valley asked as Johnny stood silent, watching as she explained herself. Johnny felt himself sigh, glancing back at the clock that sat on the ground beside the bed as it blared an obnoxious red reading 3 am. “Why don’t I take you to see him yourself?” Johnny asked, placing his gun on the bathroom sink. “If you really are his sister, then you have a lot to catch up on.” Johnny muttered, reaching out his cybernetic hand to help her up off his floor. Valley grabbed his hand, shoving her gun into her holster, looking at the arm for just a moment. “Where’s he live now?” Valley asked, walking over and grabbing her other gun off of the ground. Johnny, despite himself, watched her bend over. The more he looked at her, the less he could see them as biological brother and sister. For one, V had no ass at all, and despite the long and dramatic trench coat (that hugged this woman’s figure e xquisitely ) Johnny could tell this woman had an ass. And a nice rack on her. “And to think you were someone V would bone.” The woman muttered aloud, forcing Johnny to stop his gawking, only then noticing her staring back at him. “Sorry princess, but you did come banging on my door like an ex-lover at 3 in the fuckin’ mornin’.” Johnny snarked back with a smirk. The woman scoffed, walking past him towards the door, but Johnny caught the slight color change in her cheeks when she passed. Johnny chuckled lowly as he grabbed the key to V’s AV from from the desk beside the bathroom, shoving his gun into his holster. “Everythin’ alright in here?” Johnny heard as he popped his head around the corner, seeing that Valley had opened the door and a police officer was standing on the other side. “Got some complaints about gunshots and screamin’.” The officer muttered, looking around Valley into the apartment. Johnny walked up behind her and shook his head. “Nothing to concern yourself with, officer .” The words were spit out with venom as Johnny leaned against the door, nearly nudging Valley out of the way. “You know the area.” Johnny said with a shrug, glaring back at the man. Looked like the same cop that nearly got that ex-cop down the hall killed for not giving a shit. “We were just headed out.” Johnny stated sharply, grabbing hold of Valley’s arm and hitting his shoulder with the officer’s shoulder as he got out the door, pulling Valley along. The officer chuckled behind him as the door to V’s-er Johnny’s , he guessed, apartment slid shut and locked loudly. Johnny felt his blood boil from the sound. “Easier just to let people know you were bringin’ a joytoy back to get aggressive with. No need to be called out for a domestic with a cumslut.” The officer muttered aloud. Johnny stopped, just a moment after Valley did. Valley turned a lot quicker around than he did. “So if you knew that the noise complaints were involving a joytoy or doll, you’d ignore it?” Valley snapped quickly, her fists already in balls as she walked back up to the officer. The officer’s hand went to his hip and Johnny reached for his own gun at his hip. “Oh, I’m sorry, is being a slut a hard job?” The officer chuckled back down at her. “Is being a cum guzzling whore dangerous?” The officer asked, bending down with a smirk that Johnny suddenly grabbed hold of Valley’s arm and pulled her a step back. “Try being a cop.” The officer continued. “Not much of a difference.” Valley spit back. “Both get fucked by Corpos all the time. Only difference is that pigs don’t need to be paid extra to swallow.” Valley snapped. Johnny couldn’t help the snort that left his body as he watched the officer’s face drop. The small moment quickly died as the officer pulled his gun from his holster. Johnny quickly pulled Valley from the situation, vaguely hearing the police scream and curse as the two sprinted away from the scene, down the stairs, past the gym and into the elevator, quickly shutting the thing and going up to the roof. Even as they rode upwards, Johnny could hear the officer swearing and screaming. A few shots of gunfire followed. Johnny now laughed as he leaned against the side of the elevator. “Had my doubts ‘bout you bein’ V’s sister, but after that little show? No doubt.” Johnny chuckled, nodding back down to where they had been. Through the glass, Johnny could see the officer having a tantrum, now across the apartments to better see their elevator going up, looking for another way up to the roof. Johnny turned his attention back to the woman. She had her arms folded, obviously in her own head, glaring at the elevator doors. Johnny could have sworn he felt heat coming off of her. “V never mentioned he had a sister.” Johnny said, changing the subject, leaning against the elevator’s wall. Valley blinked, pulling herself back to where she was before looking over at him. “Should have just put a bullet to his head.” Valley muttered, looking past Johnny, out to the apartment buildings as they continued climbing higher. “Get rid of at least 1 corrupted fuckin’ cop.” Valley growled, her jaw clenching as she spoke. “Police station isn’t too far from here if you want to go burn the place to the ground.” Johnny shrugged, folding his own arms. Johnny watched as Valley’s glare slowly faded as she let out a small chuckle. “Know anyone with explosives?” Valley asked and Johnny nearly doubled over from laughter, but easily kept that in his chest, instead just chuckling. Maybe 50 years ago, but now, he was still new to being alive, let alone knowin’ where to get some more nukes. “Didn’t bring mine with me into the city. Hard enough as is to get into the fuckin’ place without havin’ explosives in the trunk.” Valley chuckled. Johnny stared at her for a moment before chuckling. The elevator doors opened. “I remember V had to smuggle in some kinda lizard into the City to get in.” Johnny chuckled, walking out the elevator doors. The sound of police sirens weren’t as loud the higher they were. Johnny suspected that one or two might be for the little commotion that Valley caused with the cop down in the apartments, but they wouldn’t even be in the same building when they got to the roof. Only way to get to the roof was by the elevator. Pretty shitty design, but Johnny didn’t give a shit. Place was meant to be torn down anyway, but enough people kept living there that they kept bringing in money into the Corpo’s pockets. Johnny pressed the key to the AV and the AV opened up. Valley followed behind, lookin at the AV and raising an eyebrow. “What? Don’t look like the kinda guy that owns an AV?” Johnny sassed as and got into the AV. “No, you don’t.” Valley stated as she hesitantly got into the AV. Johnny chuckled as she sat down beside him, flinching as the doors closed. “Please provide your destination.” The fancy British voice of the AV said. “V’s place.” Johnny stated, reaching over and grabbing two champagne flutes with clear liquid in them. Johnny knew V filled the fuckers up with vodka instead of the champagne that they were supposed to have in them. “Noted. En route.” The voice said again. “Here.” Johnny said, reaching to hand Valley the drink. Valley didn’t move her hand from the arms of her chair. Didn’t even look towards him. Her eyes were fixated on the floor. Johnny looked at her knuckles and saw them going white. “Don’t like flyin’?” Johnny asked with a chuckle in his voice. Valley shook her head. “Rather drive.” Valley muttered, shutting her eyes tightly as the AV got into the air. Johnny rolled his eyes, drinking the Centzon down. “Willin’ to stand up to a cop about joytoys than to fly in an AV?” Johnny snarked aloud. Valley glared over at him, snatching the drink from his hand before drinking it all before coughing violently. “Fuck!” Valley hissed, looking for a place to put the glass down. Johnny moved his own back to its original placement before grabbing the empty one from Valley’s hands. “Jesus!” Valley snapped, glaring over at the vodka flutes. “Couldn’t just be water er somethin’?” Valley snapped, more mad at the two other filled flutes than she was at him. Johnny chuckled, leaning back into his seat, spreading out as he usually did. “Can’t handle your liquor, princess?” Johnny asked with a smirk, reaching for his sunglasses and finding nothing. Johnny let out a small, displeased grunt at the fact that he couldn’t just materialize the fuckin’ things. Wasn’t expecting to leave the apartment till morning. Wasn’t expecting to be woken the fuck up by V’s long lost sister at 3 in the fuckin’ morning. “Initiating landing sequence.” The British voice announced. Valley looked both relieved and extremely stressed. Even if she was V’s sister, he could think of one way that she could relax. Johnny found himself adjusting his pants slightly. Fuck he needed a good lay. Shouldn’t be hard. Didn’t have any trouble back in the day... “We have arrived at your destination.” The AV announced. The door opened automatically and Valley quickly got out of the AV. Johnny rolled his eyes as he followed behind. Valley looked up at the penthouse building. “V lives here ?” Valley asked, gesturing towards the house. Johnny chuckled and nodded. “Oh, I’m going to fucking kill him.” Valley growled lowly, already grabbing one of her pistols. “Watch the guns, princess, there’s security drones around here.” Johnny chastised, catching up to her as she walked towards the front door. “Pretty sure if they nearly shoot my head off, they’ll take yours off without hesitation. ‘Specially with a gun in your hand.” Johnny muttered as he walked up to the front door. “Put the gun away.” Johnny snapped, nodding at her gun. Valley let out a sharp sigh before doing so. “Now. Stay here.” Johnny stated, taking the few steps up to the building, putting a code into the door. Valley rolled her eyes and folded her arms. “I’m not a fucking dog.” Valley hissed as Johnny entered the house. Johnny rolled his own eyes as he heard her following behind. Johnny hesitated for a moment as he heard noises in the house. Valley walked in beside him before Johnny grabbed her arm and forced her to stop. Valley glared back up at him before he tapped his ear, indicating her to listen. Valley stopped and listened, as Johnny slowly pulled his gun out. Valley followed suit with the action. Johnny and Valley slowly headed towards the gun stash. Fuck. Johnny wasn’t prepared. He was just in a tanktop and his leather pants. No bullet proof vest or nothing. Should’ve known he’d find himself in some shit sooner or later. Just expected it to be later and when he actually figured out what he was going to do in regards to money. May have tried out that rockstar life he sorta missed out on when Samurai broke up. After Alt died, he had kind of spiraled out of control...well, not ‘kind of’. He couldn’t remember much from 2013 to 2023. It all seemed like a blur of drugs and alcohol and deals that got him a nuke or two. It was a blur, and as much as V insisted that he needed to go to therapy for it, Johnny honestly felt at ease after coming back. New body and all kinda helped. Well he did feel at ease...did before he had a gun in his hand in V’s house. Johnny looked over at Valley and counted down from 3. Gave her a second or 2 to process, but that’s all she needed as she nodded back. Johnny counted silently aloud before hitting the door’s button that made it open. “Oh my God!” Valley screamed, quickly averting her eyes from the scene. Johnny let out a good laugh. The source of the noise? V fucking Kerry...or rather he had been for about a second before Johnny got to fully witness what V looked like while blowing his load. Had the pleasure of having an up close and personal experience when V and Kerry trashed and burned that shitty record guys’ yacht. “Johnny get the fuck out!” Kerry snapped as V quickly pulled out and looked mortified at the whole thing. Johnny laughed, leaning against the doorframe, much to both Kerry and V’s discomfort as the both grabbed something to hide themselves. Kerry going for a more modest plant while V grabbed a machine gun. “Forget that I’ve been in your head when you did this the first time?” Johnny asked V as he ushered Johnny out of his little armoury and shoved past him, rushing up the stairs. “You forget when we -” Johnny got out before Kerry punched him in the stomach, making him bite his tongue and fall to a knee from the force and cough. “T-Touchy subject?” Johnny coughed as Kerry quickly ran up the stairs after V. Johnny laughed with a hiss as he stood up, holding his stomach for a moment longer, trying to subside the pain by sure willpower. Didn’t miss that. Didn’t miss the raw pain of bein’ alive. When he was with V, he got a small snippet of emotions and feelings. None ever compared to the real thing. The only one that came close was whenever V thought about Jackie; gave him a call and left a voicemails whenever anything of importance happened. That was something that always hit Johnny with full force. Johnny walked back into the living room, noticing a slight breeze to his right. His eyes turned towards the source and saw Valley leaning up against the guard rail. Johnny walked out onto the terrace and leaned beside her, pulling a cigarette from his case in his pocket and putting it in his mouth. The lack of nicotine that V took in when Johnny was in his head really changed him. V really changed him. It was just a habit now. He didn’t light the thing. Just needed a little familiarity, but the taste didn’t do as much as it once did...even with a new and not-fucked-up clone body. “Was...was that Kerry Eurodyne?” Valley asked after a moment of silence. Johnny looked back over at her. Even in the neon lights, he could see that her face was flushed still. Johnny chuckled, feeling it go through his whole body. That was something he also wasn’t used to. Feeling so...so light . Sure, corpos were still shit, Arasaka was still around and doing shady shit and hell, the world was in a worse state than when he flatlined and got trapped in an Arasaka mind prison, but...he was alive . And Adam Smasher was dead...and so was Rogue. The lightness was quickly replaced with guilt. Johnny nodded his head, not letting guilt take over as he spoke. “And you’re some Johnny Silverhand impersonator, right?” Valley asked, leaning on one arm to turn and look at him. Johnny raised an eyebrow back at her. “You’re all in this poly relationship, but you forgot it was Kerry’s night with V.” Valley stated, looking serious as she spoke. “V and I really liked Samurai growing up so it makes a little sense that he’d fuck anyone in the band he could get his hands on.” Valley shrugged. Johnny stared back at her before laughing. “Disappointed you didn’t cash in on that option?” Johnny asked playfully. Valley raised an eyebrow back at him. “You know, Johnny was known as a player.” Johnny chuckled with a wink of his eye and a wiggle of his eyebrows. Valley snorted and shook her head. Johnny should have saved that for later. Her face was still a light pink from earlier and he couldn’t tell if she was even remotely affected by his words. “That your final guess on what he’s been up to?” Johnny asked, raising his eyebrow while leaning now to look at her. “That your brother ditched you to get kabobed by the leading men in Samurai?” Johnny asked playfully. Valley let out a snort through her nose before laughing. “Oh God ew!” Valley said through her laughter. “I don’t want to think about that !” Valley snapped through her laughter, punching Johnny in the arm before reeling back as she hit his metal arm. “Fuck!” Valley hissed, looking at her hand and then his arm. Johnny chuckled at the action, as she shook her hand and walked away from the rail. “Even went as far as choppin’ your arm off?” Valley asked, looking back up at Johnny. Johnny opened and closed his left hand, looking at the metal arm. “You could say I wasn’t made with one.” Johnny said, leaning backwards against the railing now. A cool breeze blew against his back, sending a shiver up his spine. Despite global warming and all the shit they were doing to keep the little piece of ice in Antarctica frozen still, it meant that summers were hot and winters were cold . Johnny couldn’t even imagine the weather after 50 years. It was in the middle of October, and that was the first cold breeze Johnny had felt. Didn’t help that Night City was beside the ocean. “Alright, what the fuck is so fuckin’ important that you need to show up here at nearly 4 in the fuckin’ mornin’?” V asked angrily as he walked out of his house and onto the terrace. Couldn’t really take him seriously as he was wearing a frilly little robe. Johnny didn’t say a word, only nodded towards Valley. Johnny watched as V turned and the anger in his face suddenly disappeared. Valley’s face was slow to respond. The two looked shocked to see the other. “V-Valley?” V asked hesitantly. Johnny watched as the anger V once had on his face was transferred to Valley’s. “What are you doi-” V got out before Valley walked up to him and punched him in the face. And then continued to punch him and tackle him to the ground and beat the shit out of him. “Hey hey hey! Knock it off!” Kerry snapped as he came running out in a similar skimpy little bathrobe that V was wearing, grabbing hold of Valley and trying to pull the girl off V. Valley was so caught up in beating the shit out of her brother that she didn’t even realize that she elbowed Kerry in the nose. Kerry let out a sharp hiss as blood came rushing out of his nose. “Little help Johnny.” Kerry snapped back at Johnny who had just stood and watched it all happen. Johnny rolled his eyes as he went and grabbed Valley and tore her off of V, his cigarette dropping in the process. Despite her desperate attempts to continue beating the shit out of V, Johnny pulled her off of him. “You promised me, Vincent!” Valley screamed as Johnny physically picked her up and held her from V as he lay on the ground. Valley kicked and screamed, trying to get Johnny to let her go, but luckily, the new cybernetic arm was helping keeping her restrained. “You promised, Vince, you promised me !” Valley continued to scream, but now Johnny had the unpleasant feeling of tears drip onto his arms. His cybernetic one was advanced, so he could feel the gentle droplets, but his non-cyber arm felt like they were heavier. Kerry was now kneeling beside V as he sat up. V’s nose was bleeding, he had a cut on his cheek and his head and would have a hell of a bruise under his eye. Johnny didn’t have to be in V’s body to know that hurt...but it wasn’t the physical hurt that V was worried about. He looked as if his heart was breaking and Johnny could almost feel the phantom feelings as if they were his own. Valley soon slowed down her kicking and screaming that it stopped all together. Johnny slowly put Valley onto the ground where she seemed to crumple up. A heart wrenching sob left her mouth as she sat on her knees, her hands on the ground to steady herself, but even they didn’t look sturdy. “Valerie, Valley, please, Val fuck , I’m-I’m so-I’m so sorry.” Johnny took a step back from the scene as he watched V crawl over to Valley, grabbing onto her hand tightly. That only made Valley sob even harder. V pulled Valley into his arms and let out his own sob. “Val I’m sorry, please, Valley, please I’m so fucking sorry.” V sobbed as the two held each other. Johnny walked around them and grabbed Kerry’s arm as he looked at the scene, confused and obviously distraught at it all. “Come on, Ker, let’s give them some privacy.” Johnny muttered as he pulled Kerry into the house with a little force. “What the fuck is going on?” Kerry asked, blood from his nose still running down his face. Johnny led him into the kitchen and turned on the faucet before grabbing a towel and running it under the cool water. “Johnny, who the fuck is that?” Kerry asked as Johnny handed him the wet towel as Kerry continued to stare out where they both knew V and Valley were. Johnny knew Kerry was concerned, but he also felt the hint of jealousy in his tone. “That’s his sister.” Johnny stated seriously. Shock and disbelief crossed Kerry’s face. Johnny only sighed, grabbing a fresh cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up.

#im feral over this and i just started #anyways #johnny silverhand #johnny silverhand x v #Kerry eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x v #post canon #canon divergent au #fix it fic #fix-it fic #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #play with fire #PWF #they gonna have a happy ending or it'll kill me #long post

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sing to me (part two)

paring: female!V x Johnny Silverhand

summary: a street kid V falls in love with SAMURAI music and idolises Johnny Silverhand. years later she finally understands the saying “never meet your idols”

warnings: angst and fluff, Johnny being a dick as always, arguments, Jackie and V are like siblings, Mama Wells is the best, grief, V plays the guitar, more/different warnings in the future parts

note: I’m describing my V, but you can imagine her however you want tho

•SAMURAI fan V (street kid)•

The rain was pouring outside. Stray raindrops hitting the window in her apartment, as she sat on her bed.

Her green eyes trained on her guitar that was hanging above the couch. It was old and worn from all the playing she’ve done ever since she bought it. The only thing new about it were the strings, as they snapped from time to time.

She stared at her prised possession without any emotion. Just emptiness. It’s been almost a week since, Jackie died and V didn’t even dare to touch her guitar. She didn’t hum to herself or sing along to some song on the radio, as she kept it turned off all this time.

Her holo brought her out of her thoughts, it was Mama Wells calling. V already knew why.

“Hello?” she said into the holo, her throat tight as she spoke.

The woman on the other end smiled sadly “Hello, V. Will you be coming? I’m calling because you said that you’ll be sooner than others”

V looked down, guilt eating her up as she said “I’m sorry. I’m on my way, now”

“V... you don’t have to, do it if you’re uncomfortable. I’m sure—“

“It’s fine... he would want me to. I’ll do it for Jackie...”

Mama Wells smiled once again “He always did praise your music... I’m sure he’ll be listening with everyone”

A lone tear made its way down V’s cheek as she nodded saying “I’m leaving now.. I’ll see you there Mama Wells”

With that she ended the holo and got up, taking and packing up her guitar she left her apartment. Her black clothes contrasting with the gloomy weather.

The drive to El Coyote was quick. A bit too quick, for V’s liking. She spent another good ten minutes inside her car just staring at the wheel.

Then she felt a small hint of comfort? Encouragement.

She smiled to herself. It seemed like the bastard had a heart after all.

“Thanks...” she whispered out loud, even through she knew that she didn’t have to.

V left her car, took her guitar and headed inside the bar.

As she walked through the doors Mama Wells walked up to her, hugging her tightly.

“Thank you for coming” she whispered.

V hugged her back, only whispering “I am so sorry”

The older woman pulled back and touched V’s freckled cheeks, looking into her eyes “Do not apologise, hija mia. It’s not your fault”

V nodded, tearing up a bit but blinked away the tears, trying to seem strong and collected.

Soon the ofrenda started and people started talking about Jackie, placing their chosen souvenirs for him.

And now.

It was V’s turn.

Slowly she stood up and walked in front of every one.

“Like many street kids, I never had a family or a home. I was all alone most of my life” she started, her heart hammering in her chest “I took whatever job that I could. And one of them, led me to Jackie. One minute he was ready to shoot me and another he was inviting me to have a dinner with his mama” she laughed a bit and so did a few people.

V looked at Mama Wells smiling “And Mama Wells took me in as her own kid. Even packed me food to eat later. After that Jackie and I started hanging out together, taking jobs or just fooling around. He was always talking about us becoming the best of the best. The Night City Legends. But even with this dream of his, he never forgot about his friends. His family”

“Jackie Wells wasn’t just your typical big guy from Heywood. No. He was much, much more than that. And I wish that other people could see him like I did. Like I still do” V said while taking out a bloodied and torn orange tie, smiling softly at the ugly thing “Jackie wore this tie, the first time I played here. He was joking around about being my bodyguard. But it turned out later that he wasn’t joking at all.

Couple of unfortunate souls dared to insult me rather loudly. I honestly didn’t give a fuck, but Jackie. Jackie got up from his place at the bar and beat the shit out of them. He then walked over to me and handed me his torn tie saying “chica, as long as your bodyguard’s on duty, no fucker will say a word to ya. Now go on and play something nice for your most devoted fan””

V then turned and placed the tie on the table, next to other things that people brought there. She looked up at his photo saying “Hang in there Jackie. My most devoted fan... my brother”

With that she went to sit down next to Vik, who patted her back in compassion.

They all drank for Jackie in a toast and not long after that, Mama Wells got V on the small stage where she was always playing.

At first V just sat there, her faithful guitar in her hands. When she remembered Jackie, his smile whenever she played for him. Him and Misty slow dancing in her shop as V played for them or just tested out a new song. His laugh whenever she was just fooling around and singing nonsense.

It all felt as if someone brought up all these memories up for her. Dug them out to remind her of happier times.

V smiled and started playing, her fingers skilfully yet gently strummed. The music was calm and smoothing, the memories kept coming and soon V’s cheeks were wet with tears but she started humming out loud. Both the guitar and her humming creating a beautiful melody, that had many stop talking and just listen.

Then she started singing along.

“It's been a long day without you, my friend.

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again.

We've come a long way from where we began.

Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again.

When I see you again”

She took a deep breath, her heart feeling lighter. V continued on singing. The lyrics coming to her out of nowhere, with each word, each chord her heart was becoming lighter.

“When I see you again.

When I see you again...”

She ended, softly.

Mama Wells started clapping and soon the whole bar joined. Many people were teared up, but Vik, Mama Wells, Misty and Pepe were fully sobbing.

V sent them all a shaky smile and got down, heading to the bar.

It was middle of the night as V said her goodbyes and left the bar. A bottle of whiskey from Pepe in her hand. Instead of taking her car, V walked home.

Her hair sticking to her forehead, her black clothes sticking to her body after her walk in the rain.

As she entered her apartment, the first thing she did was to put away her guitar. Then she got undressed and went to take a hot shower.

After that she put on her pyjamas and went to sit down on the floor next to her bed. Bottle of whiskey in her hand as she was holding a small device that she grabbed from her desk.

Taking a sip of the alcohol she activated the device. A hologram appeared in front of her, with a video playing.

“Come on, Jackie! Don’t record me!” V yelled as she was grinning in happiness “It brings bad luck!”

“Bullshit! I’ve never heard that, chica. And one day I’ll get a shit ton of money for recording the very first performance of the big music star Vivienne!” Jackie said coming into the view of the small drone that was recording them, wrapping his arm around V.

She pushed him with a snort, saying “If I’ll ever be a star, I’ll go by V. As always”

“Come on, chica! You’ll need a better stage name! Something rich, like that guy from that old band you like”

“Kerry Eurodyne?”

“Yeah, yeah! Something like that”

V laughed saying “I think that it’s his actual name, Jackie. And V is a good name, lay off of me”

“Sure” Jackie said before grinning “Vivienne”

“Okay that’s it!” she said and jumped on her best friend’s back, pretending to choke him “You’re going down!”

“Never! It would be embarrassing to be defeated by a sweet little girl named Vivienne” Jackie joked, pretending to throw her off of him but really he was supporting her so that she wouldn’t fall.

“Fuck off!” she said with a laugh.

Suddenly Mama Wells came into the frame, hands on her hips “Ninõs, stop playing around. V’s coming up in a minute!”

Jackie laughed and helped V get down as both of them said.

“Sorry”

Mama Wells smiled at them and shook her head, then pointed at the drone “Shut it off, Jackie. It’ll distract her”

Jackie pouted but nodded, his eyes glowed blue and the video ended.

V was sobbing by the time it ended. She could still remember that day, his laugh and the way he hugged her after her first performance at the El Coyote.

She smiled a bit remembering that Jackie still took a video of her, thanks to Pepe. He was bragging about how he would sell it, once she’s famous.

V calmed down a bit after finishing the whole bottle of whiskey and slowly climbed on her bed. She snuggled into the blankets on the bed and laid there for a few minutes.

The sound of rain hitting her window, triggered her as her mind went back to that Delamain. And Jackie’s lifeless body.

She broke down again and sobbed like a child, loudly and painfully.

“Jackie—“ she whimpered, bitting her lip.

I’m sorry, she finished inside her head, unable to speak at the moment.

Not long after that, the exhaustion and alcohol hit her, causing her to she fall asleep. Completely unaware of a body materialising at the end of the bed. Or the metal hand rubbing her arm that was covered by the blanket.

“You poor, emotional gonk...”

The next morning was tough for V. She laid in her bed, head hurting from the relic, hangover and crying. She was holding on to the photo of her and Jackie, that Claire took of them on their first visit at Afterlife.

V smiled at the memory, more tears gathering in her eyes. She hasn’t moved for hours, as she continued to stare at Jackie’s face.

“Kid, you gotta move” said Johnny as he materialised near the bed, his arms crossed.

She ignored him and closed her eyes, hoping that the rockerboy would go away.

“I won’t go away. I literally, can’t” he said, staring at the woman. Her hair was a mess, so was her face as all her mascara was now painting her cheeks and her nose was wet from crying.

“Fuck off” she said and turned so that her back was facing him, the picture still in her arms.

Johnny wanted to pull his hair out in frustration with the girl. He didn’t have time for her angsty teen act. He needed her to get to work.

He walked over and grabbed her arm, shaking her while hissing “Listen here you whiny cunt. Your choom died. Poor you. But guess what. People. Fucking. Die. So get your ass up and get to work or you’ll be joining hi—“

Slap.

Johnny was cut off as his face was forced to the side by V’s hand. The woman moved so fast that he didn’t even see the hit coming. He let go of her and took a step back, watching as tears were running down V’s cheeks. And yet. She was glaring at him, her whole body vibrating with rage.

“Fuck you” she choked out and got up, going to the bathroom.

As the doors shut, V fell on the ground. Sobbing like a little kid.

She doesn’t know how much time passed by, but finally she got up and made her way to the shower.

After showering and taking care of her other needs, she left the bathroom. To her surprise, Johnny was sitting on her bed staring at his hands.

V stared at him for a while, before going to lay down on her couch. She turned on the radio, leaving it at a low volume as rock station was playing.

She stared at her hanging guitar, fingers tapping in the rhythm of the songs playing on the radio.

“I’m sorry”

V looked up in shock to see Johnny standing near the couch.

He let out a sigh and sat down on the coffee table in front of her “Listen kid. It’s okay to grieve. But gotta be honest. It won’t bring him back, it’ll only affect your health. Which is going to get shittier with each day”

The woman looked down at her hands, whispering softly “But it hurts...”

Johnny sighed and reluctantly put his organic hand on her knee “And it’s going to hurt like a bitch for a long time. Probably will never stop. You’ll just get better at handling it”

“So what do I do?” she asked, feeling weak and vulnerable.

“You get your ass up and find how to get the chip out. You gotta live kid. From what I’ve seen, that choom of yours would give you an earful if he saw you slacking”

V smiled a bit “Yeah... he would, yell at me for wasting time”

Johnny smiled a bit too, as he felt a bit of the weight on V’s heart lifting. Then he looked out the window, to see the sun setting. He bit inside of his cheek, already cursing himself as he said.

“But we’ll take care of that tomorrow. Tonight you’ll rest up and eat something, kid. I can feel how hungry you are. Also get some painkillers, your head still hurts. Which is fucking annoying”

V nodded and went to get up, but not before awkwardly patting Johnny’s shoulder.

“Thank you...”

He nodded at her and stayed with her, that evening. They didn’t really talk much but he knew that, she felt a bit better with visible company.

That night, V fell asleep rather quickly without the help of alcohol or pills.

•english isn’t my first language so sorry for any errors.

•you wanna be tagged in the next parts? leave a comment!

•thanks for reading! hope you like it. I will be going through some parts of the main story and beyond. I’m planning it to be a bit longer so if you want something longer than 5/6 parts, this is for you

•tag list: @signwriting @missweatherwax

#cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #johnny silverhand x v #female v #night city #v

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