(forgot to post this link here yesterday, i got another one coming in a few hours) fic number 2 of idk how many yet for moxtoberfest.
That was when Vik noticed the pin on their chest. Bewildered, he pulled the pin closer to his glasses to better read the small gold writing. “Best Costume Award,” it proclaimed, and beneath it was a piece of blood-stained laminate paper, a half-off coupon for a case of Broseph Ale.
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sweet dreams
(written for the prompt "dreams" for @silverv-week)
Read on ao3
Excerpt:
“Is that how you’d take care of it?” she mumbles, tucking her pillow underneath her neck. “A few pills?”
He moves himself so he’s lying down next to her in the empty space, head leaning on another pillow. She’s going to be up again in an hour, if she’s lucky, with her head propped on the toilet seat. He opens his mouth to make a joke about going for a run and eating three squares a day but what comes out is, <It’s better than this.>
She smiles, but the feeling that accompanies it is like watching a cat warily settling down on its paws. <I always hate sleeping alone.>
He’s not sure what to say to that. She looks at him for a long time, studying the blank sheen in his aviators, and sending ripples through his body by wiggling her fingers into his rib cage. With a little concentration he can flick out of existence and return lying on the very edge of her bed, just out of reach.
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Queer-ish/Variant-ish part 5
Non binary-ish, and Maverique-ish
Non binary-ish - A term for for when someone's close to but not quite non binary. This can be for a variety of reasons, including being heavily aligned with a binary gender, having fluid gender and/or multiple gender and not viewing all of them as non binary, not identifying with typical understandings of what non binary means, having a "non traditional" relationship with non binaryness do to cultural reasons, questioning one's gender, any other experiences of near but not exact non binaryness and/or non binaryness with additional complexities to it.
Maverique-ish - A term for for when someone's close to but not quite maverique. This can be for a variety of reasons, including being demimaverique, having fluid gender and/or multiple gender that one views as inseparable from each other and maverique is a prominent one, questioning one's gender, any other experiences of near but not exact maverique and/or maverique with additional complexities to it.
Agender-ish, and Neutrois-ish, and Androgyne-ish
All have similar definitions to maverique-ish
Multigender-ish, and Bigender-ish, and Genderfluid-ish
Multigender-ish - A term for for when someone's close to but not quite multigender. This can be for a variety of reasons, including being almost entirely one gender but partly being others, having multiple partial genders, having fluid or flux gender that is experience as both multiple and one gender, questioning one's gender, any other experiences of near but not exactly that of being multigender and/or multigender with additional complexities to it.
Bigender-ish - A term for for when someone's close to but not quite bigender. This can be for a variety of reasons, including being almost entirely one gender but partly being another one, having multiple partial genders to add up to being close to but not quite two, having fluid or flux gender that is experience as both two and one gender, questioning one's gender, any other experiences of near but not exactly that of being bigender and/or bigender with additional complexities to it.
Genderfluid-ish - A term for for when someone's close to but not quite genderfluid. This can be for a variety of reasons, including one having the fluidity of one's gender(s) be very slow so it's often felt as static, having both fluid and static genders, one being unsure if their gender is fluid or flux, questioning one's gender, any other experiences of near but not exact non genderfluidity and/or non genderfluidity with additional complexities to it.
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(Platonic with a capital P)
((For @kharonion 💕💕 who’s allowed me to be insanely annoying about Venus and has trusted me with Vikt))
((HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you have a good day and enjoy this lil snippet of our babes💕))
“Hold still, sugarplum!”
It wasn’t something Venus had to say often, Vikt had some insane body control and knew how to stay still. It was more their position and the fact that Vikt was trying to keep Venus from falling.
“Well if you stopped wobbling, I’d be able to stay still.”
Venus huffed, ignoring the sass as he finished Vikt’s makeup for the day. They smiled at their work and got out of the odd gremlin position they had been in, legs popped as they made their way to the closet.
“Pick something comfy!” The nomad was all smiles as the two got ready.
Cherry Blossom Market was first, to get some tea and just wonder. Venus knew Vikt’s order like the back of their hand.
They walked around for a bit, sipping tea and chatting softly to one another. Vikt’s arm around Venus’s shoulders to stay close to each other. They had no plans, and it was a foggy day in Night City. Venus missed the sun, but a day out with their favorite person could fix all.
The next stop was the park. Venus always cherished these moments with Vikt, feeling safe enough to be himself and wonder around Night City. And in comfy clothes. Just as god intended.
The rain is what dragged them indoors, they’d rather not get soaking wet to a random Night City storm. Venus perked up when he noticed they had ducked into a noodle shop and eyed his friend, who sighed and gestured for them to get a seat. Venus would never say no to a warm cup of noodles.
They ate and chatted away, Venus getting smiles out of Vikt that they cherished so much. Venus always cherished him, he was they’re friend and Venus would wager on some level, a platonic soulmate. Those existed, he just knew it.
“We should get goin’, it’s gonna be dark soon.” Vikt stated once they were done with their meal. Venus pouted, finishing off their tea. They couldn’t hide in this sweet hole in the wall forever.
“Fine fine, but we’re calling a Del. I am not walking in the rain.”
“Correction. You’re calling a Del.”
Venus groaned again and called. The things they did for him.
They still got soaked, it was the type of rain where a second in it caused you to be drenched. Venus preferred this rain while being indoors.
Luckily, they both had clothes in the dryer from laundry that morning. Vikt was already climbing into bed once he was in dry clothes. The bed was a cozy nest of blankets and pillows because if Venus had to be in this godforsaken city, he’d be comfortable in his own space.
Venus climbed next to him, tucking the two in and getting comfortable. Cuddling with friends was always the way to go when he was the only person in the city that made Venus feel a sliver of respect.
The nomad looked up- only to see Vikt asleep. Good. That meant Vikt felt safe too. Venus cuddled up closer and drifted to sleep to the sounds of snoring and the rain outside. Maybe this city wasn’t so bad after all.
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