Could you share some Johnny (and/or V) headcanons? In exchange here are some of mine:
I see Johnny as being the kind of dude who is incredibly particular about some things involving himself but not so much about other. Like he obsessively takes care of his hair but will forget to eat for a few days sometimes.
He definitely paints his nails (only black or rly dark colors) and wears eyeliner. My v personally does her makeup every day and she offers to do eyeshadow on him and he loves it 10/10 and learns how to do it on himself.
He snores (and sleep mumbles sometimes). I also see him sleeping all spread out and taking up as much room as possible. Or sometimes all he wants to do is hold onto V as tightly as possible. You may have talked about this before, but I’m not sure. Love your posts btw!!
Ahhhhh thank you so much!!!!!! And I love these headcanons so muchhhhhh!!!!
And I deffo agree with Johnny + fingernail polish + eyeliner; just rockerboy aesthetic whatcha gonna do. I additionally, think he did some sloppy eyeliner as a teenager and then post him coming back from his time in the army; he obviously didn’t really wear it then. So, definitely as he came back after and got back to Samurai and hanging out with the band. Kerry especially, but Denny and Nancy as well helped him with putting it on better so it didn’t look so half assed and faded. My V also likes makeup and plays with putting it on Johnny,
I definitely think Johnny is a little protective of the length of his hair, (though that may be me projecting my love of his long hair) but I also just gonna say it; probably a little greasy. Concerts, shows, especially in small cramped dives, make you sweat like a motherfucker. And Johnny mostly uses cheapo bath products, shampoo, conditioner; or stuff he stole from motels. Our boy imo could afford to use some nicer stuff; my V also gives him so much shit for still having dirt on his engram form, probably smelling more than a little like sweat and smoke since his engram seems to mostly be based on his status midst the attack on the tower. My V threatens to hose him down like a mud covered dog a lot and given he uhhh jumps into the shower with her a few times as an engram; she’s now fully convinced he’s holding onto the dirt on his engram form out of spite for her complaining.
While not every night or constant, I do think Johnny struggles with nightmares sometimes. Between his war service, losing and mikoshi, then everything with V, the man has had some serious trauma that sometimes comes to him when he sleeps. They range from memories of stuff he endured to dreams of things he fears happening. In those cases, he doesn’t get as much sleep and definitely clings to V a bit tighter.
V can basically always tell when Johnny’s getting a little frustrated and agitated, and learns how to get to him before that bubbles up. Because usually, when he’s starting to feel tense, uncomfortable, agitated; he’ll start doing his head bumps against the wall is the big one. (Like how he does it before he goes aggro on V in the beginning, where he just repeatedly thumps his head back against the wall) if he’s not against a wall or near one, his need to do something with his hands gets worse, he starts fidgeting with his rings more, with his old friend’s dogtags or if V’s given it to him, the bullet necklace. He’s always someone who generally has to be doing something with his hands most of the time, but when he’s starting to feel tense or uneasy, you can see that getting worse and more fidgety.
Worst guy to play games with; card games, board games, or competitive vidya games. He cheats like its his job, not above smacking or disconneting someone’s controller in mario party, and is constantly taunting and teasing people. If he hasn’t been yelled at by everyone by the end of game night, it was a waste.
I feel like he’s not a huge fan of sweets; he likes his junk food as much as the next person and does not eat healthy by any stretch of the imagination. But he prefers salty or savory garbage. He doesn’t mind chocolate now and again (either milk or dark chocolate preferred) but for the most part he’s grabbing chips and synth beef jerky over a candy bar. (Meanwhile my V loves marshmallows, honey, whip cream, and everything sugary sweet and he hates it)
I hate to do this to my fellow Johnny simps; but Johnny’s the kind of guy who’d have no shame pissing in the shower. Has probably pissed in a fair amount of sinks too. Just, look at him, you know I’m right.
Hiya, could I request 14 from the kiss prompts please 🥺
I didn’t mean for this to turn out this way!! 😭 But I’ve been thinking about the Star ending a lot so I guess this was inevitable. I leave what happens next up to you~ lol
Thank you for sending a request!! I hope you like it! 🥺💖
14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.
Kerry gets into his Delamain and V feels like he's going to vibrate apart. What was the point of all this, of sentencing Johnny to death and stealing every last second he can get on this earth, if Kerry's not there with him? Yeah, he's got the Aldecaldos, and having a family again is like the first breath after breaking the surface of water, but it hadn't been any of them on his mind when he'd made that final impossible decision.
V chews on his thumb, frantic and unraveling. For the first time in what feels like ages, but in actuality is something like a month, V has no goal. There's no next step, no miracle cure. Panam has ideas, but there's nothing solid. He didn't think he'd miss Johnny, but here and now, he'd kill for some of his acerbic motivation.
There's a step behind him. A hand lands on his shoulder. "You alright, V?"
The question of the day, the last week, the last month. V releases his thumb from between his teeth. "No."
He starts running, yelling mindless platitudes to Panam as he goes. Somewhere amidst all these cars is his Javelina. He almost runs right past it, parked beside a Mule. Mitch is standing there, watching over V's baby. He's a good guy, V likes him. He almost feels bad for what he's thinking about doing.
"Hey, V," Mitch calls, lifting a hand in greeting. His eyebrows lift too, but that's probably surprise. It's not every day V goes racing through the 'Caldo camp at top speed. "Ready to hit the road?"
"I don't know!" V shouts, throwing open the door of his car and climbing inside. It lights up under his hands, the engine purring to life, and V feels a moment of clarity. It's only a moment, before he's spiraling again, but it's a nice moment. He stomps on the accelerator, throwing up dirt as the wheels spin before gaining purchase and lurching forward.
The Javelina chews up the Badlands, chasing down the Delamain. The taxi stands out, dark in the wash of beige and brown that makes up the bulk of the desert. It's easy to cut it off, parking lengthwise across the road. The Delamain rolls to a stop and V all but rushes the backdoor, manic.
Kerry steps out like he's ready to fight. "What the fuck, V?"
V steps close, grabs him by the elbow, searches his eyes. He doesn't know if this is the right decision. Maybe the Aldecaldos are the right choice. Night City has certainly not been kind to him, breaking him down to his basest needs and setting him free like a rat in a maze. It gave him friends though - Vik and Misty, River and Judy, Panam, Kerry.
"I can't leave it like this," V says, quiet. Desperate.
Kerry pinches the bridge of his nose. "V," he starts, like he's about to read V the riot act for making this harder than it already is.
"I came back from Mikoshi," V says loudly, interrupting whatever Kerry is planning to say, "because of you. For you."
Kerry looks at him, really looks. "What are ya saying?"
"You said you thought we'd make it," V says slowly, willing Kerry to understand. "I did too. That's why I came back."
"V," Kerry sighs, looking tired. "Go back to your nomads. You don't wanna stay in Night City."
"I could though," V breathes, heart hammering. "Stay."
"You could," Kerry agrees. Holding his breath, waiting to see what V will decide.
V feels like he can't breathe. Betray the family, betray his roots? Or betray the man in front of him and the burgeoning emotion in his chest?
"Ker," V whispers, hoping someone else will make this decision for him.
Kerry reaches up, cupping V's jaw in his hands, tilting his head back just a little bit. "What do you want?"
"I don't know."
"You gotta decide, V."
V stops thinking. He's here for a reason. Hopefully Pan will forgive him.
"You," he says. The moment catches, like rain on spider silk, for the blink of an eye. They breathe in this new possibility.
Then Kerry's dragging V forward. V's clutching at his waist, his hips, his shoulders. They press together shoulder to thigh, feet bumping together as they try to make room. They kiss like it's their last chance, hard and hot and demanding. Lips and teeth and tongue. It lasts well beyond V's lung capacity, a screaming ache in his chest.
When their lips part, V feels like crying.
So my V has really intense sensory issues, he doesn’t like really loud noises and flashing lights (he wears silencing headphones when working but it’s still stressful) and only eats like 4 things total, do you think Johnny would have to deal with that as well when using his body? It’s probably disorienting, particularly since if he does then neither of them would respond well to the samurai concert. How do you think he’s handle it
I think early on and for the early part of being around them; Johnny would...in traditional Johnny fashion be kind of dick. Making jabs and insults at how "sensitive" and what a "pussy" V is; because Johnny starts off a raging bag of dicks.
But slowly, as the asshole coating starts to melt. He's start showing concern and watching out for V; warning them of anything that could overwhelm them, reminding them to take their headphones places or anything else, staying with them and being there when they do get overwhelmed, reminding them once they get better to go do something to care for themselves. He'd tell them it's because he feels it too, ya see he's definitely totally doing this for himself not them. (Cause hes a liar ya see)
I imagine with the concert, Johnny would muscle through playing even if it does feel like a lot with V sensory trouble, hes powered through playing with hangovers, migraines, and everything under the sun. However, he would make damn sure he awayn from the bar and the stimuli and hes given their body a chance to calm down before he hands back the reigns to V cause he doesnt want them to have to deal with it.
i just saw this new tiktok trend or whatever of flashing your bf in the middle of an argument and now i can’t stop imagining johnny and v asfhehjdjd
Okay, look, Johnny is already the kind of guy who gets kinda turned on during arguments. Not his fault V is hot when they're angry. So, if V flashed him suddnly, well if V's filming, that tiktok is getting ready to become a sex tape. Cause Johnny takes that as his sign to go, hes on them the next instant nearly tackling them. Hes kissing, groping, and trying to get between their thighs immediately.
Everything ends — and it's time to ditch the camouflage, put the game face on, and kick ass.
It's the most difficult thing in V's life.
They walk back to the van, still holding hands. V has tried more different kinds of food in one afternoon than in her entire life; she’s gonna throw up on the way back and then grab some more of the candied cherries before going to take out these snipers.
Goro only lets go of her to hold open the van door, his eyes never leaving hers. She clambers inside like the last time, completely unlike the last time.
There’s no sleeping bag on the floor, no bedroll. He’s a dark silhouette against the neon lights of the evening, the light reflecting in his eyes, then he climbs in as well.
For a moment, it’s pitch dark, then the orange LEDs come alight.
“Thank you, samurai,” she whispers, not trusting her voice, not even knowing what for. The last week, the last day, the daifuku mochi. Talking me into make-up.
“I thank you, my thief,” he replies just as quietly.