#only ones i didn't do were with kerry and the us cracks

[quaddmgd]

[nanaminsonyfans]

╚»★«╝ Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire ╚»★«╝

a/n; the lack of cyberpunk x reader fics is appalling. anyways gay kerry eurodyne for christmas ur welcome. also this is post after giving up johnny specifically the sun ending. sorry of its shitty, i rarely write as a male reader and i hope i did okay! requests are open!!!

pairing: male!reader x kerry eurodyne (cyberpunk)

warnings; anal, male oral receiving, slight exhibition?, cursing, spoilers for end of cyberpunk.

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The Kerry Eurodyne was making a Christmas album with US Cracks, him being main vocals and the girls being background vocals. You were there as Kerry's loving boyfriend and supporter but also because you had nothing else to do. Being the famous V merc has run its course and after everything with Johnny and Arasaka....you just wanted to be you, Y/n L/n. Of course you still talked to some old friends, Claire being one of them. Truth be told....You missed Johnny. A piece of you was gone.

"Y/n? Babe? You there?" Kerry's voice brought you back. The girls were gone leaving the two of you there. "You having one of those episodes again?" He asks softly, obviously worried. "Oh, no i'm fine. Was just thinking is all. The music was pretty soothing." You joke and stood up. "Was it? Didn't want to put you to sleep." "You didn't. Just started to remind me of stuff." Kerry nods and cupped your cheek. "This past year has been hard for you. I understand." You nod and leaned against his touch. His hands were always so warm.

"I gotta finish some vocals. Go get a drink." He hums softly. You nod, leaving and came back. Kerry was singing, however his vocals sounded almost angelic as he sang The Christmas Song. "Jack nipping at your nose~" He looked at you. He looked at you with those fucking icy blue eyes that just sucked you in every single time. You know what he wants. How'd he get so horny so easily? Sentimental one second...

You stared at him, watching his movement. He swayed his hips as he practically made out with the mic. You felt your jeans tightened as you wanted him until you couldnt take anymore and went in. "You're such a little shit sometimes...." You growl slightly in his ear, griping his hips as you pulled him against your growing bulge. "Yeah...?" Kerry hums, adding more pressure against you. You let out a guttural moan in his ear as he started to grind against you.

"You keep doing that and im going to cum in these fuckin' pants." "We can't have that." He hums and gets down on his knees. "Not when i have a perfectly good face." "Oh youre fucking bad Ker..." You groan as he undid your pants, your cock springing free seconds before he wrapped his mouth around you. His tongue was so soft and warm...and fuck the way he sucked you off was like his life depended in it. He was so eager to please and it was working.

Kerry's eyes were half lidded and staring up at you as if he was trying to be innocent. His hand took over whatever he couldn't reach. Drool slipped down his chin as he continued to suck. "Oh fuck ker...." You thrusted slightly in his mouth causing him to gag but he didnt want you to stop. You continued to face fuck him until you felt yourself getting close.

"Fuck..Fuck ker-" You pulled out and came on his face exactly as he wanted. "Mm...amazing as usual." He smirks and licked the cum up and cleaned himself up. "Now bend over." "Really? Here?" "Yes here its your fault." You tell him annoyed and Kerry did so, happily stripping down to give you a show. "Oh you fucking slut." You slapped his ass as he bent over on the couch in the studio.

You didnt even bother prepping and just thrusted in which earned a high pitched mewl from him. "Oh fuck- dont stop please." He begs and pushed his hips back to match the rhythm of your thrusts. His moans were so whiny it was pitiful, the sadistic side wanted to taunt him about it but another side of you loved his noises. Only you could bring these noises out if him, only you, only your cock.

You let out a few grunts as his ass milked you, and suddenly he let out a loud moan arching his back as you hit his prostate. He loved how the head of cock hit it just right. "Fill me up y/n please, please!" Kerry begs and he started to fist himself. "No one can say no to you." You smirk and started to rail him a few more times before you came together. "Fuuuck!" You groaned as you filled his ass making him whine at the feeling as he made a mess on the couch.

"You made a mess." You tease and kissed him which he happily returned. Out of the corner of you eye you noticed a blinking red light. "Did...did it record all of that?" You ask him and kerry took notice as well. "Yeah...maybe i should put it on the bonus track."

[hoodoo12]

At Times Like These--

--we have only each other.

This past weekend was a blur but my exhaustion is worth it.

I splurged and saw the matinee on Sunday and well as the final show.

First, Andrew Kober as Beetlejuice for the matinee. He is AMAZING. It felt like watching the show for the first time again. People have their favorites and fans like us can appreciate the differences all the understudies put into the role, but Kober is the second best Beej. Full stop. He has a fantastic mix of desperation and manic energy, with an underlying menace that, ngl, Alex sort of lost as the show went on.

During the matinee there was audience participation I haven't heard ever happening:

Kober says his line, "All I want is for someone, anyone to look my way and say “Hey."

Couple of audience members say loudly, "Hey!"

Kober continues, "I see you."

More audience, "I see you!"

Kober, "I accept you."

More audience, "I accept you!"

Kober, "And I fear for my safety around you.”

All of the audience, "And I fear for my safety around you!"

Kober, pauses. Then, "Nope. Didn't work."

We, the entire audience, lost.our.minds.

Now. The closing show ...

Fucking hell. I mean that in the best possible way.

Standing ovations from the beginning. For every actor.

It took so long for Alex to even drop the newspaper. He tapped his foot. He leaned back (allllll the way back) to lean on the coffin. He got on the floor. Then, and only then, did he drop the paper to renewed enthusiastic applause.

Every actor played along with their rightfully deserved ovation and applause during their entrances. It was so heartwarming.

I know everyone has seen all the "what happened during the last performance" posts that people are doing, but NO ONE has mentioned these things:

1) at the end of the TBS reprise, Alex ran up the stairs with a clone and started aggressively making out with them as the set changed

2) when Adam stops him from murdering Charles and goes into his "you have groped me, etc" speech, Alex made these increasingly feral, increasingly loud snarling noises like he was getting ready to scrap (. . . or screw)

3) during the Adam and Beej kiss, it went hard. Alex groped David's ass and pretended to dip a finger between his ass cheeks/shove a finger in him, then smelled his finger when David was pulled away. Then he stalked after David for more before Kerry grabbed him.

(I know I am looking at all that though the lens of a smut writer, but hoooo boy.)

Alex Timbers' speech was nice, but not allowing anyone else to say anything?! Fuck whoever made that decision. Alex was actively walking forward for the mic when the curtain stared coming down. He and Elizabeth looked surprised, so they weren’t told about it, obviously, which is unfortunate and understandably upsetting. Here is someone who had been active with the show since 2017 helping to make it what it became plus a new star that embraced (and was embraced by) the fandom, to the point she cracked during the very last word of the show, and they were denied? I'd heard from reliable sources that other cast members had some things prepared as well, and they didn't get the chance to say anything either. It was just abrupt and crushed the energy that had been wild up till then.

This show has meant so much to so many people, including myself. Alex Timbers told us what we already knew: Over a million people saw Beetlejuice on Broadway. That the audience for Beetlejuice was statistically younger than the average for Broadway shows. That Beetlejuice was the first Broadway show for a huge number of audience members. That the fact that fans were so engaged and active that we helped bring it back from the dead. We said his name three times, and Beetlejuice returned for a real send off, one the show deserved, to 1600 adoring Netherlings.

[jaymber]

I Don't Wanna Hear It

Timeline 20151 - Protagonist : V Temarii

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V was happy to help Kerry out once again when he called. Something about Us Cracks he didn't fully understand, yet he still rushed to get to the Riot club. He tried to impress the rockerboy best he could sneaking into the club and getting them to meet the girls that were giving Kerry such a hard time. V quickly realized something was off, that they were both getting played. He deescalated the situation and watched, delighted, the artists talk in a calmer manner. He could tell the passion in Kerry's voice. V didn't know what he expected next from the rockerboy. Maybe another moment alone. Just the two of them opening their heart to the other. But Kerry told him he'd stay there a moment. V felt disappointed, hurt almost. He wondered if he even mattered to Kerry, or if he was nothing but a handy merc to hire when he needed to.

V went home quietly, bottling down his frustration. “I’m so fucking stupid,” he let out as he fell onto the floor, trying to soothe his aching heart with the help of nicotine.

He should've known, frankly, that he was nothing to Kerry. Another kid the city would eventually swallow. Another naive soul waiting to be used, then thrown away. He was stupid. Stupid. Stupid. “Look who's still whining,” Johnny said as he appeared at his side. “Did you know? That it'd end that way?” “End? V, you hear yourself? Ker’s always had one passion: music. Used to put it above anything. Myself included. But he'd always come back to me when he's off the high. Same goes to you.”

“You don't know that. Don't know shit.” “V,” he called, trying to be gentle but still sounding too rough, “Stop that. Ker’s not the type to let you down.” “You don't know that,” he repeated, as if Johnny hadn't even spoken. “V, c’mon, don't get on my nerves. I promised I'd try being better, and so should you,” he chastised, “Do you trust me?” He waited for V’s timid nod to pull him closer.

“Then stop being scared. He won't leave you behind, but you can't ask him to make you his priority. Barely know you. If you want him in your life, you gotta make concessions.” “As if you ever did,” he commented. “Don't drop to my level, then,” Johnny replied, only partly joking, “He likes you, V. I know that.” “How you know that?” “Cause you making it damn easy,” he admitted, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

[terastalungrad]

BB20: Sunday 22 October

I'm done sulking about the second eviction. Let's watch more Big Brother.

Matty's eviction night outfit is so wonderful.

Jordan's surprised by the "get Kerry out" chant. Only Olivia heard "get Olivia out" (though I have no doubt she's right).

Jordan reckons he should be wary of Kerry. If they public don't like her, he suspects he's missed something.

I bet he expected the chanting to be about Hallie or Olivia - they were the focus of drama in the house this week. Kerry's been under the radar.

Real antagonism between Trish and Dylan. Step by step:

Dylan starts cooking for the whole house - measuring a portion of chicken per person.

Trish starts cooking a sausage sandwich for herself.

Dylan is surprised by this, and comments on him. If she's going to eat now, he won't make her any chicken in that case.

Trish becomes defensive and annoyed. She doesn't like receiving commentary on her behaviour.

(Trish regularly cooks expensive food for herself whenever she feels like it - this has been an occasional issue in the house.)

Dylan is annoyed by Trish's bad mood. He's sad that he's lost a friend to eviction, and feels like he has more of a right to be annoyed.

Trish is annoyed by this too - she was also friends with Zak!

Dylan claims he's just trying to maintain the normal banter they have.

Trish didn't take this as banter.

Now. At the start of this argument, I'm on Dylan's side. But by the end, he raises his voice and talks over Trish. He may have had a point at the start, but he didn't manage his anger well.

Jenkin and Tom speculate about the anti-Kerry chanting. Tom reckons Kerry exaggerates her reactions because she's a Big Brother superfan. He also thinks she's too protective of Hallie.

I doubt these things matter much. Kerry's relationship with Hallie is my favourite thing about her. Kerry's exaggerated reactions can sometimes cross over from funny to annoying, but I suspect it's her negativity in tasks that's got people's goats.

Dylan apologises nicely to Trish. They hug, all friends again.

Matty jokingly tells Jordan he's the "Paul to my Olivia", a fun reference to the two flirty relationships in the house.

A superstition has formed around the screen that displays the 16 housemates - that they will be evicted from the bottom row up. Zak and Farida were both in the bottom row. This means the winner will be in the top row - a row that includes Jordan and Yinrun, so this is plausible.

Yinrun and Matty bond - both lost a grandfather who'd develop Parkinson's. This friendship is important to me.

I think Henry had definitely decided he'd be going. He's not entirely emotionally prepared to have stayed.

The queer men of the house explain cottaging to Tom.

"Oh, like dogging in a lavatory?" says Tom. "Mint."

Interesting task. Big Brother provides a tea party for a house meeting, to discuss issues in the house.

Certain issues - chores, food, and maybe gossiping - have formed cracks in the house. Enforcing a house meeting actually seems very useful. I wonder if this is a conscious attempt to keep the house a relatively happy space?

Kerry suggests giving everyone in the house £5 each from the budget to spend on themselves - that way, people can have a bar of chocolate to keep in their own bedroom drawer. Trish shoots this down. Too complicated.

Trish also states that they should not be doing any food monitoring. Everyone has a different relationship to food.

On the one hand, she's spot-on here - at least one housemate has suggested a history of disordered eating. But also, Trish cooks a lot of meat just for herself, which doesn't seem especially social. But nobody calls her on this.

There are three items on the agenda, chosen by Trish. After food, it's True Authentic Selves.

Jordan takes the time to express that he doesn't smile, so when people tell him to smile, they're asking him to be inauthentic. The group takes this in good humour.

Cute moment in the tea party where Hallie and Henry enjoy drinking their tea with a little finger extended - a bit of private silliness they do without verbal communication.

Third topic: consideration. At bedtime, Trish wants no silly running around.

Paul feels attacked by this, because he likes a bit of silly running around at bedtime. He's happy to change his behaviour if asked politely, but doesn't enjoy someone laying down the law like this.

Hallie raises toilet etiquette - why are people not flushing the toilet? Olivia concurs. She didn't mind cleaning the toilet, but, "The poo touching my hand was a harrowing experience."

Later, Tom, Chanelle and Jenkin complain about others hogging food and booze.

Jenkin: I've said it from day one, I'm starving in a house full of food. I am wasting away. It's getting beyond a joke, I can nearly see my willy like.

Yinrun gets in the hot tub - her first time ever in a jacuzzi!

Jordan and Trish discuss the groups into which the house is split. They reckon Noky and Dylan float between these groups.

Although the correct choice was to evict Henry rather than Zak, I can't pretend it isn't fun forcing Henry to live in a house watching his crush fall for another man.

Earlier, Noky teared up while discussing Zak. This seems to have surprised the house as much as it surprised me.

Jordan doubts her sincerity. He reckons this was a performance, using the skills she developed to win Miss Universe 2022.

Matty's picked up on the complexity of Jordan's emotions. He tells Jordan that the option is always there for a serious conversation.

[mrssimply]

13th: Servitude

So, this one was unprompted. Indeed, since I didn't gather enough prompts over Tumblr at the time, I decided to use this event as a motivator to do all the projects I once said I would do and never did. Mainly, I purged "The List", which was that damned list of ideas and concept we all have. Let me tell, you, this event allowed me to strike A LOT of items.

And this is one of them.

This idea was "prompted" by the game itself, by the patch that brought more text interractions between V and their love interests. In one of them, V brags to Panam about knowing Kerry, and Panam says she is a fan. Then, there was also the fact the game never adresses the fact you can have multiple partners without really talking about it. I always wondered what would be Panam and Kerry's reaction to that.

Finaly, I love both Panam and Kerry, I find them both extreemly hot so... Since I have the power of words, I made it happen.

Hope this unusual pairing will make you curious enough to try it, reader. It would make my day to know what you think of this :D!

You can find the prompt list here.

Every fic will be posted on my AO3 Account here.

Oh and since it'll probably be the only Kerry/panam/V fic ever, I made it E-rated.

When V kissed Kerry the first time, Johnny stayed silent until they were back in his flat. Then, he sprawled on the couch, feet up on the table and grinned at V: “So, what are you gonna say to Panam?” he asked, hands behind his head. “Man, can’t wait to see her reaction.”

Unfortunately for Johnny, he never saw the moment it happened because, by a series of events, the secret lasted for a while. Nearly a year.

Said events included: storming the Arasaka Tower, going on a trip across the NUSA to look for a cure without results, coming back to NC at Kerry’s request, getting a very expensive treatment the rocker paid for, recovering while Panam kept the Aldecaldos moving around, and finally, inheriting the Afterlife when he was back on his two feet.

During all this, V lived in a constant low level of guilt and fear. Guilt was obvious, because what he was doing was so wrong, but when it started he’d been dying, knee deep into a megacorp familial drama. Then he was still dying but with a six month extension… V took it as some sort of revenge on life: if he had no time to live, then he would make the most of it. Now that it appeared he had a whole century ahead of him, well, the guilt was back in full force.

Fear was maybe understandable: he feared to lose them both the moment they discovered how he’d betrayed their trust. But while this self-centered concern was maybe common, V also had a very concrete fear of not surviving the event, because both his lovers were a bit crazy when it came to love matters and being cheated on. 

V remembers very well a number of stories Johnny told him about how Kerry thrashed cars and burnt the belongings of his exes, and sometimes even started fights with them Johnny had had to finish for him (with cracked ribs for the cheating guy). There was also the very real threat of Kerry sicking a horde of angry fans on him, since that had happened at least five times already, and twice with media exposure because the exes had been minor celebrities. They never performed ever again after that.

As for Panam, Mitch and Carol took vicious joy in recounting the time Panam discovered her input was seeing three other girls, one in each city they traveled to. They told V how she drove him into the middle of the desert under the pretense of a romantic night, only to leave him there without water but with busted coms. The guy nearly died, apparently, which the Aldecaldos seemed to think was just what he deserved. And finally, V remembers well what she did to the guy who betrayed her thrust and stolen her car… And Nash had only been her business partner. 

So really, as time went on, V went deeper and deeper into his lie and soon, he could see no way out but his death at either of their hands, as dramatic as it sounded.

The day it happens, V isn’t prepared. He is in the middle of a job up north, trudging through the oil field after dealing with the last of Jotaro’s minions. A job he’s getting paid for but V would have done it gratis if the families hadn’t insisted on paying him.

He’s covered in blood and dark smelly dirt when he receives a first text from Panam: “you’re dead to me.”

“Fuck,” he curses out loud, stopping in his tracks as his heart suddenly goes into overdrive. He tries to call her but of course she doesn’t pick up. In the meantime, he receives another text, from Kerry this time.

“Congrats, I think you beat Johnny on the asshole scale.”

Trying to call him doesn’t work either, so V stays in the middle of the waste and sighs, looking up to the sky. The sky’s answer is a downpour. Talk about Karma.

-

V holes himself in the Afterlife. Kerry’s and Panam’s biometrics are in his smart home system, meaning they can both access it, so it’s the least safe place at the moment. He tells Emmerick very firmly to not let anyone looking like a Eurodyne fan or an Aldecaldos washup in. The bouncer replies that description fits about two thirds of their clientele, but V ignores him and goes to the bar. As always, Claire gives him the silent treatment, since she’s still not forgiven him for going on with the race instead of helping her kill Peter Samson. As he rounds the bar with the intent of pouring his own drink, she gives him a smirk and that stops him in his tracks.

She looks very satisfied with herself.

“What did you do?” he suddenly asks.

She leans against the counter, arms crossed and her face full of a gleeful malice. V expected her to resign when Rogue announced she was trusting the Afterlife to him, since she probably wouldn’t like working for him, but she stayed and he felt too guilty to pry into her reasons for not quitting. He’d naively thought this meant she was on her way to understand why he hadn’t let her go through with her murderous plan.

“Since you were too sick to celebrate your birthday, Kerry decided Christmas was the occasion to do a big party with all your friends. Celebrate your recovery and all that. He asked me if he could rent the place discreetly, and asked about some of your friends. I told him not to forget to invite the Aldecaldos,” Claire explains.

Shock stuns V and he gapes at her. This was very deliberate on her part! He realizes that, of course, she knows about his two affairs. Being the bartender, she hears everything and V has received both Panam and Kerry here. Weyland and Emmerick probably know, too, hell, maybe half the regulars know about it… But none of them decided to use that against him. Claire did.

“Fuck, are you insane?!” He barks, getting into her face.

“Now you know what losing someone you love feels like!”

V’s face contorts into a series of painful expressions: anger, despair, a profound melancholy. It seems to surprise Claire, for she uncrosses her arms with a confused expression.

V sighs, closes his eyes for a second before turning away from her. A few patrons are looking at them with eager expressions; there is no worse gossip than a bored mercs.

“Take a few days,” V says to Claire and she stiffens, walking past him after a second of hesitation. He catches her wrist.

“I’m not firing you, but I really need to not see your face for a few days. Try to think about what you’ve done in the meantime.”

“I won’t apologize,” she taunts.

“Me neither, Claire. I tried to be a friend to you, and I really hoped you would understand my choice. If you can’t, that’s fine, but what you did is fuckin childish.”

He keeps his tone gentle, tries to convey the honesty of his intentions and maybe for the first time, she gets it. Her gaze trails downard before she wrenches her hand free.

“You’ll get paid leave,” V concludes as she walks away.

He waits until she’s disappeared behind the corner of the entrance before turning back to the mercs at the bar.

“Something on my face?” he snarls, and they all get super invested in the bottom of their drinks.

Shit, he needs to find someone to replace Claire till the end of the week. And then try to deal with the mess she created. He can’t even be mad at her for long: he had it coming.

-

Two days later, V tried calling either of his… exes so many times he stopped counting. He’s probably been blocked but he can’t help but try. He hired two mercs to try and see if Kerry was in his home, then called Mitch who told him to get lost, then Carol, who replied with a poop emoticon, then the rest of the Aldecaldos, who didn’t pick up. For a hot second, V wished Saul was still alive, he would’ve at least answered V. He sent flowers to Kerry yesterday, and had the same two mercs deliver a whole shipment of components to the Aldecaldos camp. The mercs came back with the packages and bullets in their trucks.

Sighing, he brings his glass of Johnny Silverhand to his lips — the guy filling in for Claire is a fast learner, thank god for small mercies — and lets his head rest against the back of what used to be Rogue’s couch. 

The club is nearly empty as the clock reaches three in the morning, an hour where mercs are out on jobs and clients in bed at home. In the relative silence, V allows himself to experience a moment of despair. What if it’s really the end? 

Distantly, he can hear Johnny’s voice saying something about gonk wannabe mercs in a long suffering voice.

“Fuck,” he whispers, only to be startled by a ping on his holo, the special notification signal he put for Panam’s number.

It’s a picture, that he opens with trepidation only for his lungs to collapse on themselves like he’s been punched. 

The picture is taken from her view, allowing V to see the perfect expanse of her body, the soft slope of her breasts, the curve of her stomach, down to her spread legs. Between them is Kerry, eating her out, both hands gripping her thighs and holding her open for him. He is looking up, mouth pressed against her clit and looking rightly debauched with his hair mussed by her free hand.

The pic brings a lot of confusing emotions to V’s: lust is the first one, powerful and sudden, because this is his ultimate fantasy, the one he barely dared to think about even in his wildest dreams. With how jealous they both can be, he’s always thought he would lose one, if not both. No, he’s always known he would lose both. 

Then comes jealousy, pure and simple, because what he wanted so much is happening without him, and it feels so unfair, which is probably exactly what they wanted him to feel. 

Then comes another strong wave of despair because yeah, they are pissed. He doesn’t know what to do, what to answer, so he just keeps on drinking.

-

Later, he receives another text, this one is a vocal and he fears listening to it, but he does anyway. It’s them, panting and moaning. He knows just from the way Panam keens that she came a little before because these are the sounds she makes when she is over sensitive. Kerry is close, so close. Another ten seconds of hearing them curse and grunt and Kerry moans out loud, long and nearly painful as his climax hits him. 

V throws the empty glass at the wall and curses out loud, making the few patrons and his new bartender look up at him. He realizes he is standing, breathing like a bull with chaos churning in his head. With a dejected look, he stalks to the backroom to prepare for an excursion in NC’s shadier parts, looking for a fight. 

-

It’s two more days before he receives another text, this one from Kerry. V dreads opening it but by now, the painful sensation of heartbreak has fully settled in and a little bit more agony is nothing. It’s just a text, this time, and it says “meet us at your place, we wanna talk.”

He sits up on the couch, reading over the text once more to make sure he got it right. His Kiroshis flash with a warning about his BPM, but he doesn’t care. He’s shaking as he replies that he will be there asap.

He stumbles in the dark of the backroom of the Afterlife, having stayed with the light off since he came in to… Meditate. Sulk, Johnny’s voice says, you were sulking. Funny how his conscience now has Johnny’s voice.

-

When he gets into the flat, he does it warily, he’s still not sure they don’t plan on killing him and burying his corpse in the badland. On the other side of the room, Kerry is sprawled on the couch in his usual attire, complete with the glasses that prevent V from reading his expression. Panam leans against the window to Kerry’s left, one foot against the glass, arms crossed over her chest with a scowl. Both are lit with the dying sun, and seeing them reunited in the same space for the first time is unreal. So close from his deepest wish, and yet, so, so far from how he would have wanted it.

Since none of them say a thing, he gets closer and stops when he’s right in front of the coffee table standing between him and Kerry, with Panam on the edge of his field of vision. 

Kerry drums his fingers on the back of the couch.

“So?”

V swallows.

“I fucked up.”

“Yeah,” the rocker replies.

“I’m sorry,” V continued, turning his head to address Panam. She looks to the side, her jaw tightening.

“I should have told you, both of you. There was never a right time ‘cause of the whole relic thing,” he tries to explain, “then I was dying… After that, I don’t know, I just didn’t know how to tell you,” he admits.

Kerry winces, like he always does when V mentions his near death experience, and runs a hand over his mouth before frowning.

“I don’t give a shit about your justifications, V,” Panam intervenes. “I trusted you, we both did, and all this time you were fucking with us!”

“No!” He pleads, turning to her, and if he thought it would sway her, he would fall on his knees, “never, I… I don’t know how to explain this right, it’s just… I really love you, both of you!”

“You’re an asshole,” Panam cries out, but V can tell she hadn’t expected a love confession. He never told her, he told neither, because he was dying, because he felt guilty.

Kerry shifts on the couch.

“Yeah well, that’s great, but you didn’t give us the full disclosure. Didn’t give us a choice to decide if we wanted to be with you or not under the circumstances.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I was scared of losing you. I was selfish, I know. I wanted everything. It’s just… I was dying, there was no time, I just wanted to live everything all at once.”

He knows he can’t put everything on his sickness, it won’t go, but it’s the truth. He wishes he could accuse Johnny, tell them it’s the wires that got crossed while the engram inhabited his mind, but he knows it’s not: it was pure survival instincts, and latent assholeness. 

“You’re lucky, though,” Kerry continues, not looking at him, “We’re very understanding people.”

V refrains from reacting in any way and he can feel the tension as they both wait for him to call them on such a lie. He doesn’t, he’s not stupid.

“We talked it out,” Panam goes on, “We… fuck, maybe it could work.”

This, V didn’t expect. His heart speeds up, hope flaring in his chest.

“Thing is, V, we both care about you and well, at least you picked someone decent to fuck me over,” Kerry intervenes, grinning at Panam who smiles at him sheepishly and will wonders never cease? V can barely believe it as he takes a shuddering breath.

Kerry holds out his hand to the Aldecaldos’ leader and she goes to him, slipping her hand in his. V watches the rocker’s fingers close around her palm as he pulls her in until she stands right next to him. Panam looks a bit starstruck and V remembers she is a fan, too, and maybe this feels a bit like a dream to her as well.

Between the three of them, and despite his questionable maturity on some things, Kerry is the one who’s got the most experience when it comes to relationships: he has tried a lot of things and V knows he’d been in polyamory circles a few times. V was more worried about Panam, who has such difficulties opening up to any partner, and through her bravado, V can tell she is insecure. But Kerry seems to have proved himself trustworthy because she looks relaxed as she lets herself be guided. Kerry really likes her, V realizes, because he’s looking at her like he looked at V in the beginning of their relationship: like she is cuter than she ought to be, like he shouldn’t be getting into this at his age but he’ll do it anyway. His gaze is tender and honest, and Panam looks the same.

“Fuck, thank you, yes, please,” V babbles, taking a step toward them.

He freezes when they both turn their gaze toward him, throwing him a warning look. V raises his hands in a placating gesture. Ok, so, there might be a positive end to this, but he hasn’t reached it yet.

“Now, we can’t reward bad behavior, V,” Kerry declares, stroking Panam’s hip, the patch of naked skin between her pants and her bodysuit. “You’re gonna have to work for it.”

“Anything, please, just give me a chance,” he vows instantly.

Kerry glances at him for a second.

“How long have you been hiding that from us? About a year, right?”

Panam nods and V winces.

“Then let’s say you owe us a year of servitude. Whatever we want, whatever we ask of you.”

Shit, trust Kerry to have such ideas. He feels like herakles being tasked with the twelve impossible tasks.

“Sure,” he answers, like he has any other choice.

“Great,” the rocker cheers with a devious smile. “Then get on your knees, and crawl here.”

V isn’t surprised Kerry elected sex to test V’s willingness to work for forgiveness. It’s a very important part of the rocker’s life, and a way of expressing himself. At nearly ninety, Kerry is still one of the most sexually active men V met. Panam, being a nomad, was raised in an environment were sex was part of daily life: the lack of soundproofing between the tents meant anyone was always more or less aware of who was having sex with whom, even if they tries to stay discreet for the kids. But so far, their sex life had been pretty vanilla, if only due to the fact they didn’t have a lot of time, between V’s recovery and Panam’s duties. 

So his situation is not surprising when it comes to Kerry, it’s a bit more surprising when it comes to Panam but sure, V won’t lie and say he’s not up for it.

-

After going down on them downstairs, alternating between sucking Kerry’s cock and eating Panam out while they kissed, they went upstairs. There, V was told to undress and get on all four on the bed, which he did. 

“Ever pegged him, Pan?” Kerry asks and V distantly notes that they’re using pet names already and feels a bit cheated, but he can’t really complain. He doesn't hear her reply, but Kerry hums.

“Well, wanna try it? I think he would look good taking it from you.”

V curses slowly and turns his head slightly. Panam is looking at him and he approves discreetly to reassure her, if she needs it. She turns back to Kerry with a smile and nods.

“Perfect, got just the thing with me!” Kerry grins and V chuckles. He planned this.

Since no one is objecting to him watching, he does. Kerry brings back a strap and a big black dildo and V’s mouth waters at the same time a thrill passes through him. The thing is huge.

Panam smirks as she takes it in hand, stroking the length once as if to test its texture and hardness. When she nods again, Kerry winks at her and comes closer. Gently, like he nearly never is with V, he kisses Panam. It’s a teasing kiss, brushes of lips against her mouth, fleeting licks of tongues and soft bites. But Panam is as fiery as Kerry is, and soon she is kissing back without restrain, making Kerry hold her closer, tighter. He lets out a small noise of pleasure that goes straight to V’s cock. They might have come earlier but he didn’t and once the feeling of unrealness passed, he’s been very eager to live this through. Kerry is still kissing Panam as he finishes undressing her and she does the same for him. It’s quite the spectacle, one that V enjoys with greedy eyes. He watches Kerry pinch Panam’s nipples through her bodice, watches her fingers run over Kerry’s ass to bring him closer, teasing him like he teases her. Like they’re both teasing V.

Once they’re naked too, Kerry kisses Panam’s neck and slides behind her. He mouths at each knob of her spine as he kneels behind her to put the strap on. She lifts a leg then the other to get into the panties. It’s a pretty thing, it looks comfortable and even has some lacework on the edge. The dildo is standing proudly, snugly fit against her pubes. 

“All set,” Kerry purrs, stroking her ass and even giving her a little slap. She laughs and comes closer to the bed. Seeing her walk like this makes V’s mouth water.

“Want me to prep him?” the rocker asks.

“Let's do it together.”

They do so and it’s a sweet torture. Panam’s fingers trail over his hard dick before sliding behind to his taint while Kerry gets the lube. He even warms it between his fingers before joining the nomad’s pointer over V’s hole. Together, they rub over it, smearing lube over his rim, pushing in teasingly, adding more and more lube as they press inside. 

“Shit,” Panam curses, “this is —”

“Hot, right?” Kerry suggests and V turns once again to watch them. 

Panam’s gaze is stuck on his ass, but Kerry is looking at her with a small smile at the corner of his lips. The merc gets the feeling he was lucky in hindsight, cause apparently Panam’s charms worked on Kerry like they did on V, despite the fact that few women hold his attention. The young fixer hides his satisfied smile against the pillow, and arches his back more.

“C’mon, he can take it, trust me,” Kerry encourages her and V feels two fingers push inside his hole. He clenches and relaxes around them with a small moan that makes her laugh.

“Can I touch you?” The older man asks the nomad.

“Yeah,” she breathes out and V watches as Kerry’s fingers go to play with her breasts, leaning in to suck on one as he pinches the other. As pleasure rises inside of Panam once again, her movements get a bit more forceful, and soon she is adding more lube and a finger. V curses, pushes back against her because he really wants it, now that they started.

He hears Kerry shift until he’s kneeling in front of V. His cock is still soft but that doesn't stop the merc from putting his lips around it to suckle. His partner chuckles, strokes his mouth with a thumb tenderly. 

“Look at you, becoming all slutty for us. You like that?”

V bites Kerry’s thumb softly.

“You can’t imagine how much,” he mumbles, “I only dreamed it so many times.”

Kerry’s eyes sadden for a moment.

“You should have just told us.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Kerry nods, then his blue eyes flicker to Panam and they seem to have a silent exchange before the rockers sigh.

“The things we do for love,” he mutters and V’s heart soars in his chest because this really sounds like a confession. He smiles, gives Kerry a hopeful look and gets rewarded by a kiss. 

Panam pulls her fingers out and grips V’s cheeks apart, nails digging into his skin and making him moan into Kerry’s mouth.

“I’m really gonna enjoy that,” she confesses and V snorts, looking over his shoulder to wink at her.

“Go wild, I’ll like it,” he tells her and she shuffles closer, gripping his short hair with a hand, forcing his head back.

“Yeah, you will.”

“Shit, Panam…”

She releases him after biting his shoulder, and he hears her uncap the lube once more, and then the squishy sounds of her hand working over the toy. V forces himself to relax and strains for another kiss from Kerry.

The push is exhilarating. It’s too much, but it’s also just right. Panam goes slow, panting and cursing as this obviously turns her on more than she expected. He can feel her getting all tense, like she is resisting the urge to buck into him. 

In and out she goes, something an inch or two, sometimes completely out to lube the dildo once more. When she bottoms out, both her and V moan. Kerry gives them a sharp smile, lust fiery in his eyes.

“Good kittens,” he calls them, all paternal, and V groans again because this is too much. Even in his wildest dream he didn’t dare imagine that. Panam huffs out a laugh and flexes her hips, testing the waters. 

V keens and pushes back, asshole spasming around the toy. 

“Fuck,” Panam moans, snapping her hips forward. She grips V’s waist and does it again, once, twice, a third time and each time, V lets out a guttural noise. 

Panam pulls out completely before getting in again in one long push, making V sag against Kerry’s lap, who pets him gently.

“That’s right, you’re doing great,” he says to Panam, or to V. Both.

It doesn’t take much more for them to build a rhythm. The dildo is huge, and he’s making V’s spine tingle every time it brushes against his prostate. He has taken to licking Kerry’s cock, unable to do much more but needing to have something in his mouth because this is driving him crazy. Panam’s hips move so right against him, she really is fucking him good.

After a while, she speeds up, little thrusts that are jarring because it means V gets no reprieve from the sensations. As he moans continuously, Kerry praises him and caresses his hair, his neck, his shoulders, massaging a bit.

Panam’s nails are really digging into his flesh now, leaving angry red trails behind and making V shudder in pleasure.

“Ok, ease up, he’s close,” Kerry interjects and fuck, he’s right, but V was so deep into his head he didn’t realizes.

He makes them shift so that V is practically sitting back on Panam, arms around Kerry’s shoulders. The man kisses him and wraps a hand around V’s cock..

“Alright, finish him,” he tells the woman.

Panam obeys with a little nervous laugh. She starts bucking into V again while Kerry strokes his cock.

“Harder,” Kerry orders and the merc moans, panting against the musician’s cheek.

“Fuck, yes, ok, take it,” Panam babbles, giving her thrusts more power until she is really going wild and V is holding on for dear life. He won’t last.

“Harder,” Kerry repeats and the nomad whines like she is the one getting railed but she complies and V just can’t breathe. He hiccups, emits a strangled noise before tensing and burying his face against Kerry’s neck. The man pulls him back by the hair.

“Let her hear you.”

So he does, he moans out loud, cries out as the orgasm explodes inside him. V curses, tears escaping his eyes pathetically but he can’t care less when this is one of the most intense climaxes he’s ever had.

He shivers as he comes down, pelvis trembling back and forth like he doesn’t know what to do anymore.

“That’s right, look at you,” Kerry whispers against his lips before kissing him for real. V lets him do it, barely able to respond but whining for more when his partner leans back.

“Ok, you can pull out now,” he tells Panam, who does so very slowly but with the state he is in, V feels it down to his feet and shudders again with a confused noise. Still caressing him, Kerry makes him lean on his back.

“Look at what you did to him,” the older man praises and Panam lets out a wild laugh.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen him like that.”

“Power of the prostate, babe.”

“Hm, should test that on you…” she replies before tensing and giving him a worried look, but Kerry just smiles.

“If you want, it would be my pleasure, trust me. In the meantime, let’s get you out of that.”

With bleary eyes, V watches them shift until Panam is on her back, letting Kerry pull the strap off her legs. Then he smiles and teasingly runs a finger up from her cunt to her clit and she moans sweetly. The nomad’s legs spread apart on their own volition and Kerry’s smile turns predatory.

“Want me to take care of you?” He asks. She glances at V, who turns to her and uses the little strength he has to push up and kiss her. She welcomes him with a sigh, he feels her relax as they reconcile through the caresses of their lips and tongues.

When they part, V gives her a soft smile, and mouths another “I’m sorry”. She closes her eyes, exhales long and deep but when she opens her eyes he finds her back. She, who stormed Arasaka with him, who fought side by side with him, who mischievously took him for a ride in a Panzer. Panam smiles at him and gives him one last kiss before turning back to Kerry, who’s watching them with hungry eyes.

“Sure,” she says with a grin, tilting her hips in invitation. 

This is gonna be a great show, V can tell.

---

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[vincentmatthews]

3 for the micro stories💖

I trusted you. {🔗}

{Tw: Mentions of Physical Abuse, Yelling, Ptsd, Language}

Apologies for how long it took, I was at a family reunion. Also Hi and thank you for leaving this x3💕

~♡

Silent tears cascaded down her face. Her red mohawk was deflated, her eyes were blacked with bruises, her nose was bloody and crooked, and her lip was split. Red hand marks around her pale neck. Her collar and the ends of her shirt were torn. She had bloody bite marks on the side of her neck. She was leaning against the bathroom door, it was locked, yet she still had to lean her whole body weight against it.

"LET ME THE FUCK IN!!" The door knob jiggled, followed by heavy pounding on the door. This only caused her to cry hysterically.

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" She screamed, slipping down door. She held her knees to her chest, her hands shaking.

She heard heavy footsteps retreat from the door. Next thing she knew he threw his whole body against the door, trying to break it down.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" He beat on the door again.

"HAVE TO FUCKING REACH ME FIRST!" She yelled back. The footsteps retreated once more, followed by another slam on the door, this one shook her. "LEAVE ME ALONE!! please.." She cried, hearing him snarl at her through the door. He drug his nails down the wood, splintering the wood.

He huffed, stomping around the room, grabbing the nearest thing to him, and throwing it as hard as he could against the door.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

She ran a hand through her hair, crying hysterically, her chest got heavy, feeling like she was suffocating.

"Leave me ALONE!!"

~

"Vine?" A soft voice brought her back to reality. She was sitting in a diner, staring down at her pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. She still looked terrible, but now in fresh clothes, and having showered before breakfast. V stared at her with his big green eyes. Her nose has been reset, and her bruises were slightly faded.

"Hm?" Her green eyes looked up at V's, their eyes and hair color mirrored flawlessly.

"I asked if you're okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking.." She absent-mindedly stabbed a fork into a strawberry. "Thanks for lending me your clothes." The oversized pink and blue ombre US Cracks shirt, and a pair of simple black shorts.

"No problem!" He smiled at her, which devolved into a frown as he saw her start to space off again. He smiled again, trying to lighten the mood, hoping his smile would really sell the deal. "Hey! I heard they're reshowing that vintage action movie you like! We should go see it! What's it called again? Oh, yeah. John Wick??" She didn't even look up, which wasn't like her. He sighed, placing his hand on Vinessa's wrist, which she instinctively ripped out of his grip. "You know you can talk to me."

"Were you there?" She hissed at him, her voice was sharp and venomous.

"No, but-"

"Then you don't fucking know what it was like." She scraped the strawberry off of her fork, moving to carve away at her fluffy buttermilk pancakes.

"I have more fucking experience than you think I do. I may not know what exactly it was like, but I can understand."

"Oh, boo-hoo. I had a dead Rockstar in my head for 6 months, then hooked up with world-renowned Kerry Eurodyne. Yeah, Vince, your life was so fucking hard." She scoffed at him, shoving a forkful of pancakes in her mouth; at least she was eating. V fell silent, looking down at his lukewarm cup of coffee in his hands.

"It wasn't all puppies and happiness-"

"No, you were shitting rainbows-" She interjected, making V shrink in on himself. He took a deep breath, gathering his bearings enough so his voice didn't break.

"All I'm saying is maybe talking about it could help."

"Yeah-" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Like you'd fucking care." V leaned back in the booth seat, rubbing a hand through his scruff.

"I do."

"Look, Vince. I appreciate it. But now isn't a good time." Vinessa let out a heavy exhale.

V stood up, which made Vinessa furrow her eyebrows at him.

"Tell Tom to put it on my tab. I'll call you a Del for a ride back to my apartment."

Vinny was either hurt or confused that their breakfast date was cut short.

"You're not staying?"

"No."

"Oh."

"I'll just meet you back at the apartment."

"Okay." She spoke awkwardly, her eyes looking down at her plate before back up at him.

"You'll be fine. Call me if you need me or start to feel panicked. And when we get back to the apartment, we'll talk about this." He pointed at her, up and down. He turned on his heel, walking out.

Vinessa looked down at her half-eaten, sad excuse for a breakfast. She didn't want to admit it, but she'd been suffering from nightmares every night since she'd left him. She'd have panic attacks where she'd see his face in the corner of her eye, in the sea of pedestrians. Someone would talk behind her on the street and she'd swear it was him. A hand on her shoulder from V would almost make her piss herself. It was only a month since she'd been free from him. 4 weeks since she'd called Vince, a complete mess of herself. Thankfully he was understanding enough to take her; he was her brother, it was his duty to take care of her. Despite her daily breakdowns, her night terrors where she'd wake up screaming and crying, and those nights where she just wanted to end it all.

She pushed her plate away, just as a middle-aged waitress trudged on by. She was a short and stout woman with thin, hay blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun. She didn't know what gave her more of an off-feeling; the deep facial lines and wrinkles she had, the white chin hairs, or the peacock green dramatic eyeshadow that went to her black penciled-in eyebrows. Maybe it was the faded pink waitress uniform that looked older than Vinessa, herself; stained from countless years worth of coffee, ketchup, and bacon grease.

"What else can I getcha, sweetie pie?" She held onto an off-yellow notepad and a click pen, more for aesthetics than it was for practicality. Along with it selling the "vintage" feeling.

"No, I'm good. Put it on Vincent Dean Matthe-I mean, Vincent Dean Eurodyne's tab." She corrected herself as she slipped outta the booth. The waitress scribbled the note on the tab.

"Perfect." She simply said before walking to the next table.

Vinessa sighed, quickly walking to the exit, her optics scanning the diner customers before walking out.

She swore she could see her ex's face morphed onto a passerby. She brushed it off as her eyes once again playing tricks on her. She took a deep breath as she stood on the curb, waiting for her cab. She felt herself start slip, her mind wandering once more.

~

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!" Her hands pushed against his chest, hating how he easily overpowered her. His hands easily pinning down her wrists. "JAXX, GET THE FUCK OFF!" She threw her head back, then forward, ramming her skull into his. He jolted back, and faultered his grip just enough for her to pull loose.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" He reached for her neck, gripping it. She took this time to punch him as hard as she could on his groin. That was just enough to knock the wind out of him.

"FUCKING TRY ME, BITCH!"

~

Her train of thought was cut off as her optics lit up a red, along with the familiar sound of her ringtone playing in her ear. She felt her stomach churn upon seeing the contact name. Her ride had just pulled around the corner, which elected a sigh of relief. She rejected the call, her eyes dimming, just as the door of the cab opened for her.

"I trusted you, but now I'm free." She whispered to herself, as she crawled in the back seat.

"Evening Ms, where to?" The engram greeted her cheerfully.

"Take me to the Glen Apartments." She smiled to self.

"Right away."

"Thanks." She leaned back in her seat, she reached in her pocket, retreaving a vintage pink ipod. She untangled the knot of white wired headphones. She pushed them into each ear, turning on the screen. After a minute of browsing, she selected a song.

Leaning her head against the window, Vinessa watched the city lights flash by. Periodically, her green eyes would catch a neon advertisement or a hologram. Then there it was, the Corpo Plaza. The large Holofish always brought a childish grin to her face. Her eyes would light up every time she saw them. Some days she'd just go and sit on the glass, watching the fish swim around in a circle. It was peaceful and oddly comforting in this hellscape of a city. The only thing that killed the vibe was that black, ominous, Arasaka building that loomed over the Plaza like a dark shadow.

It didn't take long for the cab to pull up to the apartment building. She didn't hear what he said due to her headphones, but she didn't have to. It was the same old script they're fed at the beginning of every ride.

'Where to Ms. Or Mr?'

'You have arrived at your destination'

Or if things get dicey and exciting.

'Combat Mode Activated'.

But those are only on rare occasions.

She remained plugged into her headphones as she walked past the receptionist counter, and into the elevator. She pressed the button, pulling out her headphones. Her optics lit up red again; the call was declined as soon as she saw the name.

V was sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of cookie dough ice cream, watching some trash television show where they meet someone and in 90 days, they have to decide if they want to marry them or not. She'd watched a few episodes with him, but quickly lost interest, except for when there was drama. Plus, it was more of a show he and Ker would watch.

"Hey-" She reached over, playing with his red short spiked hair.

"Hmm?"

"I think I wanna talk."

He flicked off the TV.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure Vine? You don't have to if you feel-"

"I want to." She smiled softly. "And like you said, it could help if someone knew. Plus, it could help to just get if off my chest."

[neon-pink-leitner]

Ask Game: A, B, E, K, L, N, O, P, R, V, Z.

Anon, send me "Z" in its own ask. I got a plan for that one and I've already written enough here. This needs its own post.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

V/Johnny is probably one of my main ships right now. Same with Johnny/Kerry but one that I love and don't talk about much is Cletus Kasady/Carnage Symbiote.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

V and Takamura, at first, I just did not get it at all and while its not a main ship for me, I see why ya'll ship them.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Oh god. Okay so ummm...I wrote a crack fic that ships Thanos from the MCU with Knull the God of Symbiotes. Its fucking great, its terrible, I want to burn it, I should frame it, you can read it here

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I got two here. First being Johnny Silverhand. We get glimpses of his past self being a total fucking asshole and we know from others that he wasn't always a good person but we get to watch this slow change with V's help as he grows into a person that you could sit in the same room with. At the end even willing to give his life for V's which I feel like is something that past Johnny would not have done at all. My second one would be Eddie Brock. He went from being one of Mavel's top villains with a grudge to kill Spider-Man to somewhat healing his wounds and ends up, no joke, not kidding, being a fucking God who wants to save the world from Knull. Its really stunning to see.

L- Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your fave

I'm very middle of the road with River Ward. His personality is a little, I don't know, I can't really find the word. But his quest? One of the most interesting in gaming and I said it once and I'll say it again, DO NOT run his quest at the farm if you are not sober, you won't have a good time. Also Mickey Jones from Doctor Who didn't deserve to be led on so much by Rose. He might have been a bit annoying, but The Doctor and Rose didn't treat him like they should have

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Really the only thing I wish that was a different is I feel like fic writers don't get the credit we deserve. I understand why visual art gets the attention it does and it should! Drawing of any type if hard as fuck! I don't see this as much in the Cyberpunk fandom because everyone is really happy to get any type of content but I saw this in the Marvel fandom where most often drawings would get praised way more than fics. Honestly on that topic, the Cyberpunk fandom is one of the chilliest fandoms I've ever been in. If I had to pick a second one I'd say I wish people would post more about their OCs!(I say this while pointing at a mirror) I love love seeing ya'lls lil guys! I always wanna see more!(Again, still pointing at the mirror)

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Oof, okay, here we go, loading up my liked songs on Spotify and hitting random. Here were go

Sparks Fly • Taylor Swift (spotify.com)

Had to think of this one but I feel Kerry and V would fit this. I've read alot of MaleV/Kerry stuff where they are both hopeless romantic mushy types and this just feels like something they would dance to in the living room when it was just them. Judy/V also popped into my head but I'm not sure why.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom

AU in which Johnny is a devil hunter in Devil May Cry. He's got the vibe for it, the gun, and the guitar. In fact he's modded his guitar in such a way that he can use it as a weapon (think Nevan from Devil May Cry). I could see Samurai being both a rock band and a band of devil hunters as well. Not sure where V could fit in. Maybe they got, I dunno, bit by a demon and know they got fucked up powers?

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

We really don't get to see enough of V and Misty and that's a damn shame. I would have loved maybe a little side quest thing with the two of them, more so than just Jackie's funeral. I also love Jackie's and V's friendship. I know some people ship them but I just see them as friends. Its really driven home that you can't trust anyone in Night City and here's Jackie willing to take V under his wing after they lost everything. A real choom, good guy, truly.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

In Cyberpunk 2077? Despite her not being one of faves, Judy. Much like her I also a friend to suicide. It was that quest that prevented me from playing the game for two years because I didn't know how I would handle it. Only to find that when I played, and V comforts Judy, It felt like comforting myself. I understood her feelings of loss and guilt. Its a type of feeling you only get when someone close to you takes their own life and its hard to put into words. Recently my grandparents sold my childhood home, my forest and my safeplace. Seeing Judy explore the flooded remains of her childhood home made me cry after this. I understand now. The longing for a place you'll never go back to and even if you do, it won't be the same. The feeling of watching memories play out before your eyes. Its not something you really get over and it changes you.

[genocidalfetus]

Ain't no one a saint in Night City. Kerry is a big personality, a very 'go big or go home' kind of guy. He's also very protective of his music, so the Us Cracks covering his song without his consent is a pretty big deal to him, thus he felt the only way to get that point across was to threaten them when trashing their equipment didn't work. Was it rational? Not at all. But does that make him a terrible person? Also no. He's protecting what's his and also he wasn't aware that his manager went behind his back. He's a rockerboy, so it's silly to expect him to handle things in a calm and rational matter. One of the complaints I've seen when it comes to Kerry is that he's 'whiny'....like, what?! Oh I'm so sorry that Kerry feels comfortable enough to actually open up to your character about how he's REALLY feeling. He's feeling vulnerable on the terrace during Off The Leash and some people wanna call him 'whiny' over it?!

As for River, he's one of the few good cops left in Night City. People claim he's boring or he's 'creepy' or 'pushy' when it comes to femme V. His gig was probably one of the most disturbing gigs I've done in the game. It was true crime mixed with Silence Of The Lambs. How is that boring? As for creepy or pushy, I think his romance was not written well. Hell, Kerry's romance wasn't done that well either. Both men got the short end of the stick in the romance department due to the player meeting them so late in the game. There isn't as much buildup compared to Panam and Judy, so it appears that River is coming on strong and intense-like, but I don't believe that's the case.

In conclusion, Kerry and River were done dirty. They shouldn't get the hate they get, but they do because humans suck. I do not tolerate slander towards either of these characters. You can dislike them all you want, but you best not be a prick about it cuz I'll banish you to my shadow realm!

Can we just talk about the hatred the male romance options in cyberpunk get? Just today someone was bickering that they didn't like Kerry because.. "he threated 3 innocent girls, and would've killed them" Hello?? Hate to say it but out of all the Romance options in game, Kerry is the ONLY one who doesn't kill anyone. Nor does he have the balls too. He threatens people and that's about it. OH AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE HATE THAT PEOPLE HAVE FOR RIVER. I have seen multiple people go after him, some people also just leave him to die on the farm because they hate him so much. I don't understand how people hate these two so much, and put Judy and Panam on a pedestal. All of the characters have their flaws, their own special stories, all of it. None of them are innocent, but none of them are the bad guys either. In short though,

STOP HARASSING PEOPLE FOR LIKING A CHARACTER!!!!! Just because you don't like them doesn't mean you gotta make it your whole personality.

[noirapocalypto]

Cyberask 2077

Tagged by @smilepal, thank you so much!! 💕

1. When did you buy the game?

It was actually a pre-ordered Christmas gift from one of my best friends. I think it was maybe about a month or so before it launched? I had expressed interest in playing the game a few times and my friend kept that in mind lol it was probably one of the best gifts I've ever gotten because it completely sparked my obsession with Cyberpunk 2077 (and the rest of the lore), which lead me to my current hobbies and my new friends.

2. When was the moment you knew you loved the game?

Definitely the montage of our time with Jackie right after we meet him. There's just something extremely endearing about him showing you around, taking you into his mother's house, climbing up the mercenary ranks, etc. There's also the scene were we see Johnny's engram in V's apartment for the first time. His smug ass just standing there, thumping his head against the wall. Ugh, I fell in love immediately.

3. Which character did you romance in your first playthru?

Imagine my disappointment when I found out Jackie was already dating Misty, and Vik was unromancable. Then I go and fall in love with Takemura (and my urge to un-corpo him) only to find out that he is also not a romance option. And of course, neither is Johnny, who I feel my V had developed a VERY strong bond with and can easily see them being in love. 😭

So, finding out all my options were off limits, I eventually fell into bed with resident beefcake River. I liked him as a character and I like his voice actor a lot. But it wasn't really fitting with my V.

4. Whose your favorite NPC?

There's so many I really enjoy and REALLY wish we had more interactions with. I liked Dum Dum a lot and I always try to spare him if I can. I like Mateo and wish he had more lines. Takemura was my favorite right alongside Johnny, both two characters I love deeply. Misty endeared me immediately too, with her soft spoken ways. And of course, I'll do anything for Rogue.

5. Did you have inspiration in mind when designing your V(s)?

Not really, to be honest. Paola wasn't my first V. My first one was unnamed with zero backstory, she was mostly my tester run while I got used to the game and saw what decisions resulted in what end-game. I just slapped together some sliders I thought looekd good (spoiler, they didn't now that I go back and look at her screens lol)

But I accidentally deleted her when I saved over her playthrough lmao! So I created Paola (who was also unnamed at the time). I just experimented with the sliders and was lucky enough to have fallen in love with her look. The mods also really helped lol

6. What's your go-to vehicle?

Admittedly, my driving in-game is not the best and I feel cars are way too janky to maneuver, so I stuck with using bikes for Paola. She uses the Arch Nazare we buy from Wakako (customized via mods) for pretty much everything, both in-game and in character. The times I am using a car though, it's usually the Quadra Turbo-R V-Tech we get from the Sex on Wheels quest.

7. What's your favorite gig/mission/job?

Oh man, it's been so long since I've replayed the game again (mostly spend my time in photomode now lol), but I really loved Kerry's quests involving Us Cracks. He just has huge boomer vibes with them, it's very hilarious to me. I also really like the quests were Johnny gets his date with Rogue because I ship them hella. It was just a sweet touch which showed that he truly did change for the best, imo.

8. Which NC radio station do you switch to the most?

I often switch between Los Principales, the Dirge, Radio Vexelstrom and Morro Rock Radio. I pretty much browse through all of them, really.

Tagging: @jsilverhvnd @alteredsilence @wanderingaldecaldo @cyberneticnipples @nightcityberries @nightingalesoul @cayennenpopsicles @disasteralien and anyone else who would like to give this a go! Sorry if any of you have already been tagged!