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fabricated-misslieness · 2 months

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: aymeric cassel x gn reader (Cyberpunk 2077)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: thanks to modern live translation, international couples can thrive.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.05k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: google-translated german and french

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: reader speaks german, but isn't strictly german nor swiss. why german? i'm learning it (i dont have a picture yet again c'est la vie)

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Switzerland is not like he'd imagined. What did he know about it? By comparison, most things are expensive, but compensated by jobs' higher pay; the usual crime gangs are almost nonexistent, not many skyscrapers, just as many homeless, the flag is square.

Eh, well, the people were nice enough. No chit chat, thank God, they tended to be more kept to themselves; he could fit in here.

Oh, but it's all terribly dull–Aurore would say it even worse–and it's all because she is now wanted by a crime syndicate in their own homeland that they are laying low in Switzerland. Agh, at least he speaks one of the languages, he blends in.

But his host, offering to hide him and his twin? The host is good, has been great, will continue to be wonderful, and he is so grateful.

Aymeric's never imagined this, falling in love.

He hasn't imagined finding someone to fall in love with at all, the decade of 2070 isn't exactly filled with the best people, him and his sister included. Plus, he's always been too busy to even think about it, unlike his rambunctious sister. There's always been a current job and another one on the horizon, but now he's got nothing to stress over.

He hasn't imagined the feeling of falling in love either. The sweat, the color on his face, the heat of his cheeks, the yearning in his chest, the warmth of you.

"Comment s'est passée ta journée?"

"Gut, aber...landweilig."

Modern technology, live translation and subtitles, made it easier for international partners to exist together, to love each other.

Aymeric smiles, sitting down on the couch right next to your tired form, handing you a coffee. You take a sip, it's just the way you like it; funny, considering he doesn't drink coffee himself.

"And you?" You ask, leaning against the arm he wraps around the back of the couch, around you. (Und du?)

"Boring too, yeah." He sighs, looking away for a moment. "You are what illuminates my day, after all." (Ennuyeux aussi, ouais. Tu es ce qui illumine ma journée, après tout.)

"What's with the flattery today?" You chuckle, putting your coffee down on the table. You don't need all of it, he's there to wake you. (Was hat es mit der Schmeichelei heute auf sich?)

"Can't I be nice to you?" Aymeric's expression is always quite passive, so the narrowing of his eyes with very clear sass is welcomed with a laugh. (Je ne peux pas être gentil avec toi?)

You shake your head at him, then let it settle against his arm, "No, you're right. Do be nice to me more often, though?" (Nein, du hast recht. Sei aber öfter nett zu mir?)

He rolls his eyes at that, "Oh, shut up." (Oh, ferme la.)

You give him a pointed look, in turn, "Where is being nice now?" (Wo ist jetzt nett zu sein?)

The two of you settle down for some nice relaxation, your head against his arm, your sides pressed against each other, his hand on yours, and watch the TV. Local news, never exciting, the odd traffic accident or two, or something about the government. Much like the time you've spent apart today, it's dull.

"I have an idea." You perk up suddenly, raising your head from his arm. (Ich habe eine Idee.)

"That so?" He sits up a little to better look at you, turning the TV volume down without tearing his eyes away from yours. "What is it?" (C'est vrai? Qu'est-ce que c'est?)

"Let's turn off our translators." (Schalten wir unsere Übersetzer aus.)

"What?" He asks, a sharp quoi? you recognize. It's a silly idea, you know it, he does too. Why would he willingly decide to stop understanding you?

"I wanna see just how much German you've picked up from me." You defend, shooting him a cheeky smile he can't shoot down. (Ich möchte sehen, wie viel Deutsch du von mir gelernt hast.)

He has to tear his eyes away from your smile to consider it in his own terms. "That's..." It wasn't so much a bad idea, actually. It might just be fun. What else has he got to do with his time, anyway? "alright, maybe it does sound fun." (C'est…ok, peut-être que ça a l'air amusant.)

"Sehen? OK." (See?)

You turn off your translator, as does he, washing a momentary blue sheen over both your irises to signal the quick action.

You begin first, tentatively, "Um, also, Aymeric?" (so, Aymeric?)

"Ce n'est pas exactement un mot allemand." He says, in French, and you definitely have no idea what he's saying, or well, you've got a hint: allemand meaning "German", and "Ce n'est pas" being quite a basic French thing: it is not. (That's not exactly a German word.)

You laugh, piecing context together, "Du hast recht, das ist es nicht." (You're right, it isn't.)

His eyes flash for a moment, not blue, but inquisitively. "J'ai raison?"

Raison? Reason? That's kind of English. You've only got the basics from high school you learned what feels like long ago, but you know what reason means. "Oui, du hast...raison." (Yes, you have...reason.)

Oui, he likes the way you say oui, it's cute, especially because you imitate his accent. He thinks back on what he's heard you say, "Kaffee, mit Milch, zwei Würfelzucker." (Coffee, with milk, two sugar cubes.)

You laugh, and though maybe it should make him a little embarrassed, he only thinks about how he likes the sound. He didn't quite nail the "ü" but you understood. "Vous ne buvez café." (You don't drink coffee.)

You had missed some things, mainly "pas de" after "buvez", but he understood. "Du hast recht, ich ne trinke pas kaffee." (You're right, I don't drink coffee.)

And he used French negation instead of German. "Okay, genug davon." You shake your head, "Ich habe tatsächlich etwas zu sagen." (Alright, enough of that. I actually have something to say.)

Aymeric has no idea what you've just said, but knows that perhaps you want to change topics by the way you shake your head. He's still confused, anyhow, but that feeling fades away when he feels your hand reach past his face and touch the cool chrome at the back of his head, one of his most vulnerable points, the netrunner connection. He can't help but gasp, and his eyes follow your arm until he can't see it anymore, past his head; and yet, he doesn't pull your hand away, nor his head away, because he knows he's safe with you.

"Aymeric." You say, catching his attention, calling his eyes back to yours. "Je t'aime." (I love you.)

"Ich liebe dich auch." He returns. His eyes swirl, again, not blue, but with adoration. (I love you too.)

You continue to hold him with a hand of his chrome, while he reaches to hold you, his fingers tracing over the shard port behind your ear. His lips near yours and you kiss, holding each other.

Maybe you will never learn each other's languages, but you will continue to understand each other beyond that.

#cyberpunk 2077 x reader #cyberpunk 2077 x gn reader #cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction #💞 // darlings #🎟️ // cyberpunk 2077 #🌸 // success #🎫 // aymeric cassel #aymeric cassel x gn reader #aymeric cassel x reader

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neon-junkie · 7 months

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Dating Johnny silverhand Headcanons?

Gender-neutral reader!

Alive Johnny

I don't think I need to start these headcanons off by stating that Johnny puts on a 'tough guy' act, but here's a reminder.

He puts on a tough guy act.

I mean, Johnny is the type of guy to start on a man just for gawking at you. "Keep your eyes to yourself!" he'll bark before throwing a punch, which always leads to him getting his ass kicked, and you having to apologise to everyone as you (literally) drag him away.

But after the battle, Johnny will milk his injuries, and takes pleasure in lounging in your lap as you tend to his bruising eye.

"Did you see how hard I hit him, babe? Poor sucker hit the ground so hard!" blahblahblah, all whilst he's cooped up in your lap, one hand resting on his chest, whilst the other swirls his whiskey around in its tumbler.

Johnny's love language is a mix between quality time, and physical touch.

He's a little physically needy, but not always in public. His hand will almost always be around your waist, chest puffed out, scowling at any guy who considers laying an eye on you, but the second that you're behind closed doors, Johnny will want to snuggle up to you.

Play with his hair, coo and soothe him, hold him close in your arms; that man is touch starved.

Everything you give to him will be returned tenfold, only he has to keep the cold-hearted, tough guy image up for others. But don't worry! You're his angel, and he'd never do anything to hurt you.

Engram Johnny

Johnny can't exactly touch you, so words of affirmation and quality time are his love languages.

It's not rare to see you sitting alone in a shabby diner, but in your head, Johnny is with you, and you two are having the time of your lives.

Johnny is essentially your conscience, and he's not shy when it comes to adding his two cents.

In some ways, you're thankful that he's always there. He does his best at keeping you safe, pointing out sketchy guys, reminding you how many bullets you have left, doing anything and everything to keep you moving forward.

However, Johnny will also say the most inappropriate things to you at the worst times possible.

Out on a mission? Here's Johnny listing off all the things that he'd do to you, if he could.

And no amount of ignoring him will work. He's going to continue riling you up, and when you finally bite, he'll vanish.

Johnny likes to try and always be in your line of sight, such as lounging about on your desk chair whilst you clean all your weapons, or lying beside you whenever you get into bed.

He will do anything and everything to be by your side, and remind you of how thankful he is that he ended up in your head.

#cyberwriting #johnny silverhand #gn!reader #johnny silverhand x reader #johnny silverhand x you #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #headcanon #headcanons #reader insert

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teaaagan · 8 months

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Heart

Panam: We can’t lose. Because we have this. (Points to chest)

Y/N (V): We have heart?

Panam: Heart? No. Me. I’m pointing at myself. I’m going to win this for us.

#incorrect quotes #panam palmer #panam palmer x reader #panam palmer x male reader #panam palmer x male!reader #panam palmer x fem reader #panam palmer x fem!reader #panam palmer x female reader #panam palmer x gn reader #panam palmer x gn!reader #panam palmer cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 x reader #panam palmer cyberpunk 2077 x reader

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silverhandsamurai · 2 years

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Headcanons • Rebecca/Tall!GN!Reader

" C'mon choom! give me a lift will ya!

Every chance she gets, Becca uses your height to her own benefit. She loves sitting on your shoulders to get a better vantage point for a kill shot.

In order to get a free piggyback ride from you, she will often claim her feet hurt or that she is sore from walking too much. Because of this, it has become a common sight for the rest of the crew to see Becca dangling off your back.

As a result of her affection for you, Becca often refers to you as "Long Legs" when she is flirty or teasing you.

Becca has stolen half of your closet and most of the time, when she isn't wearing her favorite jacket, she will be wearing one of your clothes. You usually have to go to her apartment every week to retrieve your clothes she's gathered.

Becca loves physical affection, so she'll usually sit on your lap and demand you hug her. Whenever she can, she steals kisses, even in the middle of combat, she calls it her " rechargin' time."

#cyberpunk imagine #cyberpunk fic #cyberpunk #cyberpunk edgerunners #edgerunners #cp edgerunners #rebecca x reader #rebecca edgerunners #edgerunners rebecca #x reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #headcanons #headcanon #tall!reader #cyberpunk rebecca #cyberpunk x reader #cyberpunk 2077 #tall reader

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bimboboylink · 2 years

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Give me some Cyberpunk requests

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk x male reader #cyberpunk x gn reader #x reader #x gn reader #x male reader #gn reader #male reader #<3 #vik being gay #vik is gay

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vole-mon-amour · 4 months

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*Let's say it's not Character x V/Reader, and it's purely plagonic for V regardless of the ship in the fic. V is the Character's best friend, the Character is dating another Character, and all sides of the party are content with that.

What do you personally feel more comfortable with?

Does it matter for you what kind of pronouns is being used for V when V is trans and for when V is cis?

Do you have a "canon" V that you think about when it comes to Cyberpunk 2077 news and a main OC V that doesn't fit canon? Are their pronounce different? Or is it the same V for you at any given time?

Hope my questions are clear enough. If not, feel free to clarify.

Please reblog for bigger sample, this would really help a lot.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cb2077 #cp2077 #polls #polls on tumblr #I'm writing silverdyne but #it works for any ship really!#v cyberpunk

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vampireloverz · 1 year

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↳ miscellaneous masterlist

god of war

— and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face. → kratos x fem! reader

— wip… part two

— wip… modern kratos au

— he takes hold of me like prey. → fem! reader

— domestic kratos → gn! reader

cyberpunk 2077

— you’re not a ghost, you’re in my head → johnny silverhand x fem! reader

— wip… my religion is love, is you big brother! johnny x little sister! reader

death note

— L x gn! reader

the matrix

— being alive → fem! reader x neo x trinity x morpheus

john wick

— dancing with the devil → fem! reader

the wolf among us

— wip… bigby wolf x mundy fem! reader

horizon: forbidden west

— to love is to endure → kotallo x fem! reader

spiderverse

— talking abt having kids → miguel o’hara x fem! reader

resident evil

— pussy inspection with lady dimitrescu -> fem! reader

detroit: become human

— wip… hank anderson x fem! reader

avatar

— wip… avatar jake sully x human fem! reader

stranger things

— hopper’s cabin → gn! reader

— full fics tag + drabbles tag

#📓.masterlist

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astraphelwrites · 1 year

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𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Character(s) | Trope | Words 🔞 = NSFW Char x Char GN!Reader-Insert

Master List ✰ Main ✰ Daily GIFs

©@dibellaskiss0 ©@astraphel no one has permission to copy, record, or redistribute my work

#dibellaskiss0 #astraphel #flash fiction #flash fiction master list

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 months

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: dante caruso x gn reader (Cyberpunk 2077)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: beneath dante's tough disposition, there is a man.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 870

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mentions of blood, death, and murder, half-naked man, not sexual just romantic, hint at friends w/ benefits

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i don't have a picture cuz i actually killed him but TRUST this man is fine as hell in red lighting; video for ref

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Militech, even though a corp, does indeed handle some of their employees well, especially those who do their covert stuff; it is preferable, after all, that they do not spill.

Dante counts himself lucky to be an undercover agent of theirs, taking shelter in one of their safehouses, though it seems he's not the only one.

You're there.

Dante believes in coincidences, would rather not believe in fate, but this has to be ordained by whoever put him in Night City.

He's tough, cool, calm and collected. He knows how to speak according to the circumstance, and he'd just spoken straightforwardly according to the situation; he escaped with his life and the goal accomplished, and now he's collecting himself, perhaps staying for the night.

He's tough, cool, calm and collected...and yet his voice breaks as he speaks your name, "(y/n)."

"Dante." You're just about...what are you doing? He's an undercover agent, he should be able to assess the situation, but he can't, not now. Why?

You're just colleagues, have been for the majority of the decade, he trusts you. You've done plenty of jobs together, see each other often at HQ or whatever. Where's the "calm and collected" aspect that's in his resume? "What," He clears his throat, shifts his stance onto one foot, "are you doing here?"

He isn't nervous. He's...what is he?

"Laying low, after that job by the grand mall, you know." He did know, yeah, you told him that. His breaths shorten, and perhaps you can tell, as you begin walking a bit closer to him, concerned? "Something wrong?"

"I..." He just took a life, Bree, he knew her. She deserved it, she was going to leak the corporation's secrets, if he hadn't killed her the corp would've been done for; but no, she didn't deserve it, she was just seeking to publish the truth. No, er, yes, something's wrong. "yea."

His voice is small, he looks defeated, his gaze falls to his shoes. He doesn't handle death as well as you do, and in your books, that's fine. You've held him through this a thousand times before.

"C'mere, cowboy." You wrap your arms around him, let his head fall to your shoulder, let his weight fall on yours.

There are no tears to shed, he's not sad, he's just...he's never had a name for it. Contemplative? He took another life. He knows there isn't fate in the universe, because why would fate have him killing folks?

"It was necessary."

"I know." But he needed you to tell him that anyway.

Beneath Dante's tough disposition, there is a man. The agent knows the work must be done, but the man mourns for the soul that has now left the world, and for the body that will never find the columbarium.

You reach a hand between you two, undoing his bolo tie with experienced fingers, and gathering his necklaces in your hand. He parts his head from your shoulder–doesn't need a command for it anymore–so you may slip the heavy metals off his neck to wherever else, so that he carries one less burden.

His head fall back onto your shoulder while you continue to release him from another burden, his tight black vest. Unbuttoning it comes easy to you. You slip your hands beneath the leather, your hands feeling warmer against his stomach and then his chest with just that one layer less, and slip it off.

When you reach for his belt, he finds the will to raise his head and press his nose against yours gratefully.

You're just coworkers.

"Dante..." Now's not the time. The words in your mind dissipate into nothingness when he kisses you.

Dante kisses you, slow and sweet, and it feels like warm honey. "I know." He replies, pressing another smaller kiss to your jaw, perhaps he missed, but he's satisfied with it as he buries his face, now, against your neck.

"You got blood on your sleeves." It's minimal, won't be noticeable for the trek back home, but it looks like a stain upon the man you know is good.

"It's fine." He declares. He's not got the will to care for it right now.

"You're sweaty."

"That too."

The belt comes off next, with a heavy metallic clack. Then there's the shirt, which you unbutton just as well as the vest. Finally, the pants, with little resistance. You'll let him take off his underwear himself in the bathroom.

You guide him there yourself, unfortunately making him part from your embrace, but he's comforted by the fact that you'll hold him to sleep later, like you always do.

You leave him by the shower–but don't turn it on for him, he's not that helpless–and turn to leave, but he stops you with his voice before you're out the doorway.

"Shower with me?" His face is hopeful, but there's a hint of a smile on his face. He knows you won't say no.

"Yeah, 'course."

He's a corpo hitman, should be used to this, and yet he's not. It's due to the fact you are always there to break the fall, validating his feelings, not letting him deal with it himself; but he wouldn't have it any other way.

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ɴᴏᴛᴇ: writing for hot as hell side characters of course, the cassel twins too but i aint kidnapped them yet dont talk to me

#dante caruso x gn reader #dante caruso x reader #cyberpunk 2077 x reader #cyberpunk 2077 x gn reader #cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction #💞 // darlings #🎫 // dante caruso #🎟️ // cyberpunk 2077 #🌸 // success

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cecedownbad · 11 months

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Hello

ABOUT ME:

↠ Call me Cece, I'm 19 at the moment. (I'm spiritually 50, let's leave it at that) They/ Them

I write Fics and occasionally draw art.

↠ So far I've been focusing more on writing fluff, smut is on the menu but I need more practice so do forgive me on that.

↠ Bear with me as I come to realise I have multiple Special Interests / random momentary fixations and will not shut up about it.

↠ Now this blog can be random cause I can't decide on one topic for the life of me so I'll write, talk maybe even shit post about anything that flies by, don't sweat it if that doesn't work for you.

↠ I have ADHD and my mental stability is on a high way but I'm still slow, so apologies for that in advance.

RECENT WORKS:

Resi.Evil [Leon × GN reader] · Fluff

Unexpected

Not Alone

From Afar

Touch · suggestive

CM [Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader] . Fluff

Hold On [part 1] . Hurt/Comfort

Hold On [part 2]

Warmth . CM meet cute challenge

Short stories

You Think you're Funny? · Leon (Resi.Evil)

CURRENTLY WORKING ON:

Resident evil × Reader · Isekai

Ada × reader · Fluff · suggestive

Clair × reader · Fluff

Spencer Reid (CM) x reader · Fluff

Fem V (cyberpunk 2077) x reader · 18+ · fluff

Leon × reader . 18+

ABOUT ASKS AND REQUESTS:

Status: Open

Do feel free to ask and/or talk to me about either the blog or any questions you have, I'll do my best to answer. Also it would really help if I could get requests cause my brain is fried.

I do have conditions: (just personal things)

↠ please don't take this as a chance to pick a fight, this isn't a place for that, I'll take on valid criticism and arguments.

↠ i will answer when I can and if I can, don't be upset that I haven't answered anything yet, it takes time for me to process things.

↠ if your request contains the following I will not be responding: Bigotry, Underage anything, beastiality, homophobia/racism, degradation.

↠ this is a safe space so if you wanna talk do feel free, I take on random questions too, be it about theories or speculations or possible facts, I'm not the smartest but I'll do my best.

↠regarding which characters from which fandom that I'll write for, please drop in and ask me and I'll respond accordingly.

Thank you for taking your time reading this, I hope you have a wonderful day!

#credits for the dividers used: @benekeibear @newlips @saradika #nav #navigation

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kaeyaphile · 2 years

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kayleigh ⋅ 31 ⋅ she | they ⋅ esfp–t ⋅ 4w5

neurodivergent ⋅ chronically ill ⋅ disabled

aquarius sun ﹠ rising ⋅ capricorn moon

non–binary ⋅ genderfluid ⋅ genderqueer

aceflux | aego–sexual ⋅ demi–romantic

MY WRITING —

COMPLETED WORKS

“i’m in a field of dandelions; wishing on every one that you’d be mine.” » kaeya × gn!reader

M (mature) ⋄ tumblr ⋄ archive of our own

“tea & cuddles” » thoma × gn!reader

T (14+) ⋄ tumblr ⋄ archive of our own

“this broken soul” » scaramouche × f!reader

E (explicit) ⋄ tumblr ⋄ archive of our own

“happy birthday, kazuha” » kazuha × gn!reader

G (general) ⋄ tumblr ⋄ archive of our own

“a little death” » kaeya × f!reader × tartaglia

E (explicit) ⋄ tumblr ⋄ archive of our own

“insert interesting title here” » kaeya × gn!reader

M (mature) ⋄ tumblr ⋄ archive of our own

INTERESTS — (these are in no order whatsoever)

movies » studio ghibli films, the lord of the rings, the hobbit, jurassic park films, stardust, moulin rouge, alien films, five nights at freddy’s, the last unicorn, coraline, pride and prejudice, final fantasy vii: advent children, demon slayer: mugen train, jujutsu kaisen volume 0

books﹠interactive novels » the silmarillion, the lord of the rings, the hobbit, the fall of gondolin, the hunger games series, the twilight series, scout, blood moon, fields of asphodel, shepherds of haven, the wayhaven chronicles, the night market

shows » the last of us, what we do in the shadows, peacemaker, the x–files, midnight mass, the dragon prince, castlevania, avatar: the last airbender, the legend of korra, parks and recreation, brooklyn 99, stranger things, the witcher, the good place, a series of unfortunate events, the great british baking show, adventure time, resident evil: infinite darkness

anime﹠manga » haikyuu!!, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, fruits basket (2019), tokyo revengers, sk8 the infinity, attack on titan, spy × family, bleach, bleach: thousand year blood war, naruto shippuden, inuyasha, inuyasha: the final act, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood

video games﹠mobile games » genshin impact, honkai: star rail, mass effect, dragon age, the elder scrolls, baldur’s gate 3, final fantasy vii, kingdom hearts, fallout 4, the outer worlds, cyberpunk 2077, resident evil, five nights at freddy’s, horizon: zero dawn, horizon: forbidden west, spyro: reignited, the sims 4, love﹠deepspace, neko atsume

SELFSHIPS — (self–explanatory)

kaeya alberich (genshin impact) ⋅ kaveh (genshin impact) ⋅ jing yuan (honkai: star rail) ⋅ aventurine (honkai: star rail) ⋅ atsumu miya (haikyuu!!) ⋅ satoru gojō (jujutsu kaisen) ⋅ xavier (love﹠deepspace) ⋅ rafayel (love﹠deepspace) ⋅ sephiroth (final fantasy vii) ⋅ leon scott kennedy (resident evil)

PETS — (animal care is my passion)

nagini » female ball python

cole » male blue-eyed leucistic ball python

dorian » male rainbow boa

smaug » male tarahumara mountain boa

wednesday » female western hognose

wilbur » male albino western hognose

poe » male kenyan sand boa

lorelei » female mexican black kingsnake

coraline » female harlequin crested gecko

jinora » female harlequin crested gecko

pip » female aptor leopard gecko

luke » male albino rabbit

penelope » female standard grey chinchilla

amanda » female classic tabby cat, bunny » female black brindled tortoiseshell cat, luna » female chantilly-tiffany cat, ruby » female classic tabby cat, sir reginald of bookshelf » male orange cat, oliver » male grey tabby cat

skye » female border collie

sprinkles » female chaco golden knee tarantula, confetti » female honduran curly hair tarantula

colony of madagascar hissing cockroaches

colony of feeder dubia cockroaches

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS —

THE ELDER SCROLLS ONLINE

maevaris telvanni » female dunmer | dark elf nightblade, utilizes dual–wielding daggers and a bow, ebonheart pact, disowned by house telvanni, champion of vivec, member of the psijic order, in love with darien gautier

thaesandra caerllin » female bosmer | wood elf warden, utilizes bows and a bear summons (“bear grylls”), werewolf, aldmeri dominion | eye of the queen, follower of the green pact, silencer of the dark brotherhood, member of house ravenwatch, in love with fennorian

galathril camoran » female bosmer | wood elf necromancer, utilizes two–handed weapons, vampire, daggerfall covenant, member of house ravenwatch, in love with bastian hallix

enelyë scale–singer » female maormer | sea elf sorcerer, utilizes staves and summons a clannfear, aldmeri dominion

MASS EFFECT

jane shepard » female commander of the ssv normandy, spacer | sole survivor, biotic | vanguard, utilizes assault rifles / submachine guns, romanced garrus vakarian

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neon-junkie · 2 years

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Burning Oil

Summary: Despite the heavy rain thundering down on you, you continue sitting by Johnny's grave, with him at your side, comforting you on what could have been.

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x V

Reader Description: Reader is gender-neutral, and uses they/them pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of their physical appearance.

Word count: 1k

Tags: Mutual pining, Angst, Comfort, Fluff, Love confession, Forbidden love.

Notes: I got a lil angsty thinking about what Johnny and V could have been like, if only Johnny didn't blow himself to bits.

Why do you keep visiting this junkyard?

Despite the rain thundering down, and the gunky smell of trash and burning oil smothering your nose, you always end up sitting here.

Well, minutes ago, it wasn't raining. Minutes ago, you were sitting on the same piece of junk that you sat on when talking to Johnny about his grave. And then the rain began to fall, and you couldn't muster up the energy to simply walk back to your car.

Your car. Johnny's car. His Porsche, that you were fortunate enough to steal back, and Johnny gifted it to you with open arms, and a glisten in his eye.

"You know, if I were still amongst the living, I would fuck you in here," Johnny had once said, days after gifting you his wheels.

"Amongst the living?" you repeated with a laugh. "Now you really are starting to sound like a ghost."

What a way to avoid the elephant in the room.

Fuck.

Rain continues trailing over your face, and for once, you're unbothered by the feeling of wet clothes sticking to your skin. As you rest your head on your knees, a flicker of light catches your eye; despite the rain hammering down, pools of oil continue to burn, and part of you wonders if it's a sign.

"Your burning love for me?" Johnny questions as he finally appears, looking down at you from where you're sitting.

Rather than reply, you continue watching the flames. At first glance, it looks like they're fighting the rain, lashing out, doing everything in their power to continue burning. However, the longer you look, the more you come to realise that they're dancing in the rain, full of life and energy, unbothered by the downpour.

"Really, V? Come on..." Johnny chimes in, questioning why you're sitting by his make-shift gravestone - the gravestone that you engraved for him during one of your sappy heart to hearts.

Have you and Johnny talked about this? Of course. And nothing came of it, apart from shrugging some weight off your shoulders, and a handful of heavy tears as you cried yourself to sleep.

You and Johnny. What a sight that'd be. Two Samurai's of their own kind, taking Night City by storm.

Who knows? Maybe you would have blown yourself up on the same night that Johnny did. How romantic would that be?

'Punk Rock lovers blown to bits during Terrorist bombing.'

Yeah, real cute.

"I know," Johnny had said when you finally coughed up your confession. "And if things were different... If I were... alive, then I would have made us a thing the second I set my eyes on you."

Despite the sarcastic cunt that Mr. Silverhand can be, his words were nothing but pure and sincere. It turns out that Johnny really does have a heart, or did, but those emotions that he hides behind his thick walls have continued beyond death, all the way into that tiny chip, now bolted into your mind.

And as soon as you get rid of that chip, you get rid of Johnny, too.

You can't have it both ways. Either you have the chip removed, and live out the rest of your life, or you die within the next few months. But hey! At least you'll have Johnny by your side.

Now, Johnny sits beside you, resting his silver hand on your shoulder. "V?" he asks as he removes his sunglasses, and hooks them on the neckline of his vest.

"We would have been unstoppable," you mumble against your forearms.

Johnny pauses, your words replaying in his mind. A grin slips onto his lips as he lets out a chuckle, "yeah, and maybe that's exactly why we're meant to be apart."

Johnny receives nothing more than a sigh in response, and his grin fades away as sympathy appears. "The world ain't ready for a duo like us, so the Gods have separated us," Johnny explains, sharing his mindset on the situation.

This time, you're the one grinning as you peek up, and look at him. "The Gods? You're starting to sound like Misty," you say with a smile.

Johnny shares your expression. "Yeah? Good. I've always liked that girl," he responds. The hand on your shoulder slides down your back, resting on your waist, and as crazy as it sounds, you can feel his presence. Who knows what toll the chip may have on your body, but you're so fucking certain that Johnny is right there, physically comforting you.

"Anyway, if these things aren't meant to be, then they just aren't, V," Johnny continues.

As much as it sucks, he's right. "Yeah, yeah. I know," you grumble, changing the direction of your eyes to focus on the burning oil once more. "But it's nice to wallow in self-pity every once in a while."

Johnny slips his hand from your waist, and matches your position. His forearms come to rest on his knees, and he props his chin on top of his arms. "Yeah, I can understand that," Johnny says with a soft nod, his waves bouncing with his movement. You're drenched, soaked head to toe, and Johnny sitting here as dry as the desert - it makes sense, considering that he's not actually here.

"But don't wallow for too long. You're gonna catch a cold sitting out here," Johnny says as his eyes trail over to yours. His lips instantly turn up into a grin when he notices your express - you're blushing, but you're covering it up with a bastard grin, a look that says, "nobody can get through to me! ...except for you."

"Alright, Johnny."

He rolls his eyes at your dismissal. "I mean it, V. I don't wanna deal with your coughing and sneezing," Johnny moans. Oh, how similar you are - two bastards who pride themselves in being hard as stone, yet you're soft on each other.

"It almost sounds like you care about me," you sarcastically reply, despite knowing that, if given the chance, Johnny would blow up another building as some weird way of confessing his love for you.

Ah, he can read your thoughts. Something you often forget. The look in his eye says, "you know I would," but he steers away from that image and responds to your sarcasm. "Always have, V," Johnny says with nothing but sincerity and admiration in his voice.

"Now, come on, Samurai. Let's get you home."

#me writing angst? yeah i cant believe it either #cyberwriting #cyberpunk #angst #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand x reader #johnny silverhand x v #V #gender neutral v #reader insert

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inkrabbit · 2 years

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Hi Hello, I saw you write for Cyberpunk so I was wondering if you'd be able to do a fluffy Male V x Reader? If not that's completely fine, and I hope you have a amazing day/night! <3

I won't lie to you, I had a bit of a tough time writing this because I've gotten so out of touch with writing fluff. but hopefully this is decent <3

Male V x gn!Reader - 679 words

You could still remember the day you met V. Jackie had brought him in when you were talking to Vik about an upgrade, and while you never really believed in “love at first sight”, V was quite the looker. Maybe it was that air of confidence around him or his calm and collected attitude. Whatever the case was, it made you fall, and you fell hard for him.

Jackie came up to you about a month later, giddy like a child and deciding to put on his best V act, mocking his friend's voice and stance and telling you all the things his friend never wanted anyone else to know. Sure, it was funny how Jackie had basically acted out a month's worth of V's confession to him, but it all made your heart race to know he felt the same way.

It still took you a good week to gather the courage to tell him, though. You always wondered if Jackie had just played up V's feelings to either make you feel better or just because he wanted to be overdramatic. But when you finally got a message from V, you nearly fell out of your chair.

V: wanna go to dinner tonight?

V: totally cool if you don't. Just wanna know...

You remember that giddy feeling, texting both Jackie and Misty and letting them know what happened. You could practically feel Jackie's excitement through his messages, while Misty had given you a free little reading on how the night would go. The cards said that everything would go well, you two would be happy, but things looked rocky in the future.

Regardless of it all, you two had hit it off that night. V looked his best, did all the things a gentleman would traditionally do like he had read it on some article before picking you up from your apartment. You appreciated the effort though. He didn't take you anywhere fancy, and you hadn't expected it. Really, it was just nice to talk and get to know each other better without Jackie's loud voice in the background.

And now, here you were, spending the night at his apartment like you lived with him, some of your spare clothes laying on the couch. He had suggested you leave extra outfits with him, in case you ever needed a quick place to crash or just didn't want to go home. You thought it was cute, especially when he ended up finding one of your hoodies that was his size. He pouted like a child when you had asked for it back, telling you that you could take one of his jackets and call it even.

His bed is soft, albeit messy, but you can look past that. You've been scrolling through your phone for the past half hour, V laying on top of you with his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He's giving you the occasional soft kiss, only lifting his head up to look at whatever you wanted to show him. It was nights like these that you loved, where all you two had to do was lounge around and relax in the comfort of his apartment. You could hear the sound of Night City outside, the horns of cars or the sirens of police, along with the occasional gunshot. Still, laying underneath V, you never felt safer.

“Mmm... did I tell you I managed to score a gig with Dexter DeShawn?” V's voice makes your skin rumble, and even though he's falling asleep, you can feel that excited smile sprawl across his lips. Had he told you about the gig? You vaguely remember him mentioning some job that would make him a lot of eddies, along with the promise of a much more lavish lifestyle for you two.

“I think? Tell me again.” Truth be told, even if he had told you a story a hundred times, you'd always wanna hear him you'd want to hear it again. Really, you just loved hearing him talk. His voice was always so soothing to you.

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sleepwellmyprince · 3 years

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hey everyone! here’s that little drabble i had talked about! i think it’s really cute, and i did try to keep johnny in character- somewhat. but it’s hard to write gruff characters like himself, and avoid putting my softer personality onto him. but i did my best! i hope you enjoy it :>

edit: i completely forgot!!! this fanfic does contain spoilers for the beginning of the game!! it is also written from the perspective of a street kid. sorry i didn’t place this here before!

Are you gonna watch me sleep, or join me?

Johnny x V / GN Reader

Night City had been exceptionally rough on you today, as it usually was. It didn’t help that a man who’d been dead for half a century was on your ass for a majority of the time. That was likely going to be the case for a long fucking time.

You’d finally gotten back to your apartment at about two in the morning. You were completely beat after running around all day, tryouts not to find a way to stop, or at least delay the process of your doom.

The door to your apartment slid open once you arrived, the lights inside switching on. As the door closed behind you, the flickering of the rockerboy you’d been forced to become familiarized with appeared by your wardrobe. He had his usual pose: arms crossed, leaning against a wall, hair slipping into his face, sunglasses threatening to fall off his nose, and that stoic, almost annoyed expression.

He looked at you through the red tint of his sunglasses, not saying anything for a moment. And you hoped that he would remain silent, god you prayed that he would, but he never really showed himself without having something to say.

“So, how was work today, sweetie?” Johnny sarcastically asked. You rolled your eyes as a response, not giving him the satisfaction of a vocal reply. You kicked your shoes off, setting them down beside your closet. He watched you closely, and as you glanced back at him, you could tell he was waiting for a true response.

For now, you wouldn’t give him one. You walked over to the bathroom, starting to run the sink. The mirror switched on, helping you to start cleaning your face. There was a small silence between you two for a moment, the only sound in the small apartment being the sound of running water.

After you shut the water off, he pressed on. “Are you gonna answer me?”

You let out a heavy sigh, continuing to stare at yourself in the mirror. Soon enough, he would appear behind you, still in that same pose. “I’m really not in the mood tonight,” you answered, reaching your hands up to rub the dark bags under your eyes.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice, V.” Johnny stared at you through the mirror, taking his glasses off and playing with one of the temples between his metal fingertips.

You moved your hands away from your tired eyes, now looking down at the sink’s countertop. You reached over to grab one of the pill bottles that Misty had given you weeks ago, specifically the blue colored one. Shaking it with your hand, you looked up to Johnny through the mirror. The sound of pills rattling must have caught his attention, because he looked up from his glasses. Though, he didn’t look concerned.

“I think I do, actually. I’m pretty sure you remember the last time I popped one of these, and wherever you went when I did.” You eyed him in the mirror as you spoke, catching one of his eyebrows raising. You’d turn around, leaning back against the counter while continuing to hold up the bottle. “Now, I won’t hesitate to take some more of these, if you won’t calm down on your own. You understand?”

Johnny stood there for a moment, keeping his gaze on you for a while. He didn’t say a word, staring relentlessly with his deep brown eyes. You eventually decided to break the almost unbearable silence for him, deeming this his lack of speech was his answer.

You gently shook the bottle a final time, and placed it down on the edge of the sink. He stood still, no longer playing with his sunglasses. Eventually, you ripped your eyes away from his gaze, and proceeded to walk over to your bed. A light yawn escaped your lips as you stepped over to your bed. Johnny would reappear beside the bed, standing in the spot where you first met him in. Well, technically you first met him in... your mind? His mind? You weren’t all too sure. It was after the heist after so many people died. Including those you were close to. God, poor T-bug, and Jackie...

You fell back into the bed, your legs drifting over the side. You could feel Johnny’s eyes still on you, which frankly, might be a bit more unnerving than him talking about how he wants to take your body for himself.

Setting your arms underneath your neck to prop your head up, you look up at him. “Are you gonna just watch me sleep? Or are you gonna join me?” You asked sarcastically. This certainly caught his attention, making him let out a scoff of a chuckle.

“You’re really offering a dead guy to sleep with you? That’s pretty fucking pathetic,” he insulted, looking over you with a puzzled, yet amused expression.

“Yeah, yeah. Take it or leave it, dickhead.” You hadn’t exactly planned for this to be the actual outcome of your sarcasm, but you know what? Fuck it. Some actual human interaction after about 50 years could do the fucker some good.

You shifted your body to the side, moving to face the wall. This provided some space for Johnny, if he actually chose to lay down. Of course, you didn’t expect that to be the case, so you closed your eyes and tried to sleep.

And you would have fallen asleep, if not for a slight weight appearing beside you. Obviously, you knew it was him, but you glanced over your shoulder to look at him anyway.

He had been looking at your back however he looked up to your eyes once you glanced over. He seemed much calmer now, like he wasn’t concerned with being so big and scary anymore. Or at least, for the time being.

You weren’t exactly sure if you should say anything at all, but your curiosity tugged at your mind.

“Do you ever sleep?” You asked, slowly shifting to face him. “Do you even need to sleep?”

He didn’t answer for a moment, his brown, near black hair slowly slipping in front of his eyes due to gravity. “Whenever you sleep, I get that energy. So I guess not.” His eyes dashed down to the blankets, analyzing the fabric without any real purpose. “I haven’t tried actually sleeping since I was... revived, or whatever you want to call it.”

You let out a quiet hum and gave a small nod as a response. As much as this bitter man was an absolute pain in your ass, you still felt kind of bad for him. He was stuck with you completely, and would either be forced to live again through your body, or be killed for a second time. Frankly, you weren’t sure which outcome would be worse.

With a bit of hesitance, you reached forward to set your hand on top of his cold, metal one. It was strange, how you could feel him, and how he could still make small impacts on the world, in a sense. He could pick up objects, make floors creak underneath the weight of his body, and of course, touch and affect you.

The warmth of your hand caused him to look up from the blankets, and to your hand on his. He appeared confused at first, glancing to your eyes for a reply, or at least some sort of explanation.

It took you a moment to put together words that had actual substance to them, but you pulled them together eventually. “I’m sorry that you have to go through this crap. It must be a lot to process all at once.” You paused, seeing him scoff quietly. “I mean that, Johnny.”

He shook his head after that, letting out a quiet sigh. His lips parted, as if he was going to say something. However, he remained silent. He seemed to be stumped, unsure of whether or not to believe you. But why would you lie? You had no reason to.

“You shouldn’t be apologizing. Ain’t exactly your fault that we’re stuck together.” Johnny spoke quietly, avoiding eye contact with you once again. He flipped his arm over, his metal palm now meeting with your own. You thought about intertwining your fingers with his, but he would end up doing that for you. “I’m sorry, V.”

To hear an apology that sounded genuine from Johnny fucking Silverhand... It seemed to good to be true. But he didn’t have a reason to lie either, or at least, you didn’t think so. Instead, you chalked it up to him being tired, as were you.

You both laid there, staring down at each other’s hands. Your hand was smaller than his, but only just. Even though his arm was cold, it was still oddly comforting. You hoped that your own touch had that same effect.

You gently squeezed his hand, looking back up to give him a faint, gentle smile. “Get some sleep, Johnny. It sounds like you need it.” He gave a small chuckle to that, shifting onto his back, but still holding your hand. You remained on your side, watching as Johnny settled onto his back.

No other words were spoken that night, and no words were necessary, either. The silence between you two was peaceful, and it worked to quickly put you both to sleep. Arms still linked by your hands, a restful slumber was given to you both, which was certainly needed and deserved.

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