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aceghosts · 2 months

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Baby, All I Want Is You

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“You have that look again.” “What look?” He asks, shooting them a charming smile. “The one where you’re planning something.”

A short scene where Rooney and Yorinobu flirt with each other. Title comes from nightlife's nightlifetypebeat.

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive flirting between two exes who have it bad for each other. That's it.

Words: 1,377 words.

Author's Note: I'm gonna keep it real with everybody; this was just a self-indulgent excuse to write Rooney and Yorinobu flirting with each other. Also, this was inspired by this tumblr post.

Taglist (opt in/out): @bbrocklesnar, @marivenah, @alexxmason, @captmactavish, @carlosoliveiraa, @nightbloodbix, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @clicheantagonist, @strangefable, @theelderhazelnut, @voidika, @cassietrn, @cloudofbutterflies92, @direwombat

AO3

“How do I look?” Yorinobu asks, stepping out of the bathroom and into the main area of the penthouse suite. While a genuine question, he could not resist the desire to show off to Rooney, to have their focus solely on him. He turns toward them, Rooney leaning against the wall nearest the bathroom door. They push off the wall, facing him as they put their hands on their hips. Rooney tilts their head, brows furrowed with an inquisitive look in their eyes as they look him over. Most would assume Rooney’s permanent frown meant they detested his outfit. Yorinobu knows them too well to believe that; he delights in reading them better than anyone else. (His favorite expression is when Rooney smiles softly, happiness reaching their eyes, a look typically reserved for him.) Yorinobu teases with a slightly cocky tone, “If you are too horrified to answer, perhaps I should-.”

“Your collar,” Their hands leave their hips as they walk over to him, “I’ll fix it for you.”

He nods, Rooney’s hands coming up to his lavender shirt collar to fix it. As they focus, Yorinobu studies their face carefully. Rooney’s dark blue eyes the same color as the ocean on a bright sunny day or a stormy night, depending on their mood. Their freckles dappled across their face like stars shining brightly in the night sky. The scars on their forehead and nose, earned from hard-won battles, defiant till the end. Their pale pink lips set in a thin line, close enough for him to kiss. Rooney’s hands move to his suit jacket collar, their touch faint through the dark maroon fabric. Giving him a curious look, Rooney states suspiciously, “You have that look again.” “What look?” He asks, shooting them a charming smile.

“The one where you’re planning something.”

“I might be planning something,” Yorinobu shrugs, as Rooney’s hands move down to the lapel of his jacket. He shivers underneath their touch, relishing in it. With a heavy sigh, Yorinobu starts, “It is such a shame I am going to this party alone. I wish I had-.”

“No,” Rooney replies, a response that would sound curt and brutal to most. Only Yorinobu notices the way the corners of their mouth twitch upward, the playfulness in their eyes.

“I did not ask you to accompany me, and yet, you turn me down?” Yorinobu places his hands on their waist.

“Then ask.”

“Rooney Shepard,” Yorinobu starts, deeply serious, “Would you accompany me as my date to this party?”

“Hmm…,” They start, tilting their head for a second as they pretend to think before answering with a smirk, “No.”

“No?”

“You know how much I hate those parties. You’re the only reason I ever tolerated going.” True. Rooney always hated them, sucking it up for Yorinobu when they were dating. He also knew that Rooney looked forward to the night being over, especially when they got Yorinobu all to themself. “I’m also not dressed for the event. I doubt private investigator chic meets the dress code,” Rooney adds, finishing fixing his jacket lapels.

“I think you look gorgeous in ‘private investigator chic’,” Their hands rest on his chest as Yorinobu leans in closer, “especially when you wear leather like you are now.” The tight leather pants made their legs look so long and their ass look fantastic. There was only one place better he could think that those pants belonged, besides on Rooney.

Rooney rolls their eyes, a faint red on their cheeks. “Yorinobu, no one will approve of clothes that I’ve had blood cleaned out of, and you only approve because you think I look hot.” “Their loss.”

Rooney lets out a genuine laugh, a delightful sound. Sidestepping his comment, they reply, “To answer your original question, you look very handsome.”

“Handsome?” In a perfect world, Rooney would tell him he is handsome all the time, but alas, Yorinobu will take it where he can. “You’ve always looked great in that shade of maroon, and,” They brush off his shoulders, eyes looking over his chest and arms, “That jacket fits you really well. Really, really well.” Apparently, Yorinobu is not the only one who has been looking, and it thrills him. “I’m sure all eyes will be on you.”

“What if I do not care for their eyes on me? What if I want you to look at me? What if I think you are the only one who matters?” A loaded question that he knows Rooney will attempt to sidestep.

“Yori.” Their nickname for him slips out, another sign that his feelings are not one-sided, no matter how much Rooney might try to deny it. “You don’t need me to flatter your ego. I’m sure you’ll get enough of that tonight.” They pull away from him, slipping out of his grasp once again. “You should get going. Want me to walk you to the AV?”

He nods, noticing the soft, adoring look they give him. “I would appreciate it. May I help you with your coat?”

“Yes, please.” He picks up the dark blue and black coat, the one they were so fond of wearing. Yorinobu helps them into the jacket, allowing Rooney to get fully settled. “You should come with me,” He says, leaning in close, “No one will even think about admonishing you for the dress code if you are by my side. Or we could stop somewhere for you to get appropriate formal wear. I could even help you pick your outfit out.”

Rooney shivers, a contented hum escaping from their lips. “Answer is still no,” they pull away, holding out their arm for him to take, “Come on, Yori. Let’s get you to that party.”

He takes their arm, Rooney by his side feeling so natural and right. As the pair head up the stairs, Yorinobu asks, “What would it take for you to say yes? If you asked, I would make it so.” “Yori, you know I don’t want anything from you. Just getting to be in your company is enough.” Some things never change. Rooney was still sentimental, content to be in his space and spend quality time with him. “I guess you could get me to come for work, but-,” Rooney gives him a knowing look, “I can’t go with you tonight for work.”

“Why not?”

“Promised Reggie, one of the local fixers in Watson, that I would do a stakeout for her. And, I like Reggie. She’s a good person, a little paranoid.”

“One might say that about you.” They roll their eyes in amusement, this time. The doors to the AV pad slide open, Rooney stepping through the doorway with him, “I will have to ask you to go with me as a work obligation next time.”

“Or,” Rooney stresses, accompanying him up the stairs, “You could ask me as a friend. I might be your ex, but I’m still your friend.”

“Friends.” Yorinobu can work with that. He would prefer the title of ‘partner’ or ‘lover’, but being their friend is better than being their ex.

Rooney nods as the duo step onto the AV pad. One of his assistants comes up to him, Aria, holopad in hand. “Yorinobu-sama, Shepard,” she greets them both, “We need to leave.”

“One moment, please,” He replies, dismissing her. Turning to Rooney, he opens his mouth to speak.

“I’ll see you later,” They say, giving him an encouraging smile, “Don’t worry. You’ve got this.” Their smile morphs into a devious smirk, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. Leaning in close, Rooney teases, only loud enough for him to hear, “And if I was your date, I don’t think we would make it to the party.” He sees a hungry look in their eyes, their need for him just as strong as his for them.

Fuck the party. Fuck their stakeout. He is staying here with them and-. “Enjoy your party,” They purr, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Yorinobu reaches out for their wrists, attempting to pull them back in. Rooney masterfully sidesteps him, winking at him. They turn their back to Yorinobu, walking away before he can get another chance.

Yorinobu swallows, a lump in his throat. Oh, this was going to be a long night.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #cp2077 fanfic #yorinobu arasaka x OC #otp: it always comes right back to you #commander rooney shepard #I won't let fear compromise who I am #kate writes #the rooney fic tag #v: cyberpunk 2077 #this is very self indulgent #but I have a lot of fun writing for these two #and I'm definitely rotating the idea of a smutty sequel to this #maybe i'll need to reblog some prompt lists for that

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humberg · 10 months

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'That the biochip?'

#95% sure the first shot is another seductive pose from pinkyjulien that i had another spark of creativity for :3 thank you again choom!#yes i made the relic malfunction prompt from scatch 😌#took so long to replicate ;v;#did i enjoy it? not really #am i happy i did it? hella yeah!#oc: vincent ronin #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077

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wistereia · 7 months

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02 - Chrome Cybertober 2023 @gillyvor

#cyberpunk 2077 #wisteria #my art #cybertober23 #i decided to us this prompt to design a few more arms for wisteria!! the middle one is her 2078+ arm #and the last one is her haute couture fancy party arm #only a sketch today!!#also new ideas of her design are peeping thru rn >: ) hopefully you can spot em #her arms also totally dont get crushed and thats why she has to get the new metal ones #but it also gives “I can put more wires here” >: )

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valka-arialitan · 6 months

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#cybertober23 day 20 : patrol

Someone messed up and got someone else angry...

V ? What ? Him ? Naaaah... He'd never do that...

Prompt list by 👉 @gillyvor

Closeups on my favorite idiots below the cut

#okay this was just supposed to be a quick sketch #HOW DID IT TURN INTO A FULL A4 ??#I wanted to play mass effect tonight ffs and now it's 3AM 😭#cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty #cyberpunk fanart #cyberpunk #phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 #masc V #cyberpunk v #v cyberpunk #Johnny Silverhand #I DID skip a few days again but I absolutely wanted to work on today's prompt #cybertober23 #Vincent Summer cp2077

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for-lovely-things · 2 years

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I made this lil prompt list to celebrate our lil V's! Don't bother with order or with completing it strictly over the spawn of October, it's maximum lazy list.

If you make anything tag this account and I'll reblog! Have fun!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk edgerunners #cd projekt red #v #johnny silverhand #kerry eurodyne #panam palmer #judy alvarez #river ward #challenge #drawing prompt #prompt list #prompts #draw your oc #inktober #my post #my art

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theviridianbunny · 8 months

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gimme a large number 14 for jackie and viri please

Concept: a moment in time - the end of a night at Lizzie’s bar - (inspo via prompt 14 - A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips. - prompt list is here)

Imagine Jackie and Viridian playfuly flirting with eachother all night- then taking to the dancefloor as it's one of Charli-Axel's club nights (thank you for your paitence with this mini fic-!! the inspo to write this only came recently -! )

Dancing close to another , under the flashing strobe lights and bass heavy electronic music. The two of them among a sea of bodies on Lizzie’s dance floor. Charli-Axel’s classic club nights brought the masses out to dance and party. Old tunes from the days of silverhand. The ex corpo dressed in a liberally un buttoned floral shirt- similar to the barkeeps.. This shirt and a pair of denim flared jeans that showed off her curves in all the right places. As Jackie drew his body closer to his love- he felt Viridian melt into his embrace...- pressed up against her as the two danced in perfect time and motion. They were made for eachother… - a large hand coming to Viridian’s jaw. He stopped- taking a moment to run his thumb over her soft jawline. Through the flashes of light he watched her melt into the touch She craned her neck up to face him- shooting him a flustered smile. Giggling- more to herself - before they kissed. The kiss they shared fueled this hunger- a desire, becoming uncaged. It was like electric... The kiss broke for just a moment- Viridian pressing her lips to his cheek- softly kissing along the thin wires of Jackie’s cyber wear… Her cybernetic hand moving over the larger man’s shoulder. "Please- please kiss me again -" she breathed- "Please- I- I need this. I need you -" Neither of them cared if anyone saw them kiss with such hunger. Life was too short and far too precious for either of them to care.... especially when time was running out for the ex corpo. A dead rockerboy in her head- a ticking time bomb… But right now? as they kissed- it was like nothing mattered at all. Viridian smirked at her partner and took his hands in hers- squeezing as hard as she could. Her eyes focused on Jackie’s behind dark wrap around sunglasses. Her cerulean blue lipstick smudged over her lips, and over Jackie’s face too.. Letting go of her partner- she wiped the last of her lipstick off with the back of her cybernetic hand- raising an eyebrow playfully as Jackie watched her. "My place or yours?” he asked. She pressed her body up against his, rolling her hips gently- hearing her lover curse sweet nothings to himself under his breath. "Mine" she breathed. An enthusiastic nod from the larger man came as a reply, the smaller woman dragging him through the crowds to the exit of the club. Snaking through a sea of bodies… There would always be another night to dance.

#bunny's fanfic tag #otp: to this #jackie welles #oc: viridian #oc: charli axel #bunny writes stuff #Cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #Jackie x v #writing prompts #jackie x female v #jackie welles x v #writing is HARD but i'm having fun :)#i have so many ideas!!! i just never know how to get them out my brain

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dread-red-queen · 2 months

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captainderyn · 1 month

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For the 'hit 'em where it hurts' starters: 'I hate the way that I don’t hate you.'

Oooh thank you for sending this in! This is begging for me to write Judy/V in endgame/right after the final mission.

*Usual disclaimer that I don't really know what my ending is going to be for V yet, so this is just stuffing all the bits and pieces together that I like into one ending. No Phantom Liberty spoilers because I haven't played it yet, but spoilers for the final mission of the main game :)

V/Judy: "I hate the way I don't hate you."

Judy was drowning beneath the neon lights of Night City.

Once upon a time she'd worn the suffocating anonymity of the city like a cloak, sank into the comfort of not being known, and thrown herself into the violent game the city played with its residents.

Now those same skyscrapers that had once promised opportunity were a neon gilded cage and the faceless anonymity she'd graved threatened to suffocate her.

But more than ever V gobbled up the lights and commotion up like a fire inhaled oxygen.

Raging, gulping every morsel of fuel into an inferno. Something that would burn bright for only a short time. Her fuse was lit and she was burning, burning, burning.

Something had happened that day that V called Judy from the rooftop of Vik's clinic. That call haunted Judy, snuck into her dreams and rang in her ears. She'd been distracted, searching for something around her apartment, and it hadn't been until the ragged edge to V's voice fully sank in that she'd tuned in.

So yeah, maybe she'd told V to be careful, maybe she'd told V that she'd be home waiting. But what if she'd said something different? Something that would've kept V from doing whatever it was she was planning, something that would've kept V from coming back a shell of who she'd used to be.

There was an emptiness in V’s eyes now. No matter how often she smiled at Judy, it never lit up the rest of her face. Her laughter was hollow, when it came at all.

She was just going through the motions. Raging through the city wearing the only persona she knew: merc.

With Johnny being gone, Judy would have thought that V would have lit up again. That without the engram eating away at her, she'd come back into the voraciously lively woman that Judy had met before the heist.

But the Johnny Problem hadn't seemed to be a problem at all. V mourned Johnny like she lost her closest friend, like she'd lost part of herself.

It came to a head in V's apartment, the one she'd unceremoniously moved all her stuff into after coming back from Arasaka Tower. V sat in a plush chair in the corner of the room, lacing up her boots. Or had been, but now they lay half laced, as she said the same words over and over again that drove Judy insane:

"I can't leave Night City, Judy, this city is part of who I am."

She hated that phrase, the excuse that V always fell back on. This city had eaten her up and spat her out so many times. There was nothing good in this city left to stay for but V just wouldn't get it.

"I hate this." Judy finally snapped, "I hate that I can't bring myself to hate you when you do this every single time." Judy ducked her head, the chromatic curtain of her hair sweeping over her eyes. She hoped it would mask the way her lips twisted, the way her eyes burned white-hot with tears.

She whistled out a hissing breath from behind her teeth, trying to pour concrete into her words to bolster them, "I want to hate you so much. You are a goddamn ticking time bomb and you made me love you. I could be halfway across the country by now, living outside of this stupid fucking city, but you've tethered me here and I'm going to be here until all that's left of you is an alcove and I'm going to have to pick up the pieces."

The words rushed out, so many armed with a viscous stinger. A deep part of her wanted the words to hurt, wanted them to land like glass shards in V's heart the way that the thought of losing her wedged its way into Judy.

V sank into the chair, eyes wide. Her jaw set. "I never asked you to love me. I've never asked you to stay."

"We talked about leaving!" Judy gestured out towards the skyline before locking her arms around herself, hugging herself in a vice of her own making, "After all this was over, we talked about leaving and yet we're still here."

It wasn't fair, not really, to pull this from the water beneath the bridge. Out of nowhere. But she'd woken up to V in the bathroom again this morning, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth with a towel, looking like hell and with it brought the ticking clock crashing back down onto her.

V stared at her in silence, eyes darting across her face.

Judy sucked in a shuddering breath.

"I think I made a mistake."

If V wouldn't pull the ripcord, then she'd do it herself. Pull her walls back up inch by agonizing inch.

"Jude, what do you mean? Where is this coming from?"

V tilted her head, the rust-worn dog tags around her neck clinking together. Judy stared at those, used those as a bolster as she grit her teeth and pushed forward. Each word fell measured, like stepping on ice lightly to make sure it wouldn't break before putting your full weight on it.

"I'm just...I'm starting to realize that I've never felt right here."

The silence V held for Judy to speak, the quiet patience that Judy had once adored when she was rocked to the core from Evelyn's death and just needed to let words lose grated on her. She'd flung daggers at V with her words, why wouldn't she fling them back? Why wouldn't she make this easier?

"I thought I liked being one among the many. Anonymous. It felt safe for me. But none of that was real. But now I look at this city and I feel..." She rung her hands together, running her thumbs along the ink wrapping across her skin, "It doesn't feel safe anymore, V, I feel alone."

V pushed herself more upright, as if to get up, to come over to Judy. Judy turned half a step away, staring hard out the window and watching V's reflection as she sank back down into the chair.

Leaning her elbows on her knees, V reached out a hand to Judy, "You have me."

And there it was, the crack in V's voice that Judy had been fighting to get. The first chip that would make the rest of this so much easier. She ignored V's outstretched hand, crossing her arms over her chest instead.

"Yeah, I guess. For a little while longer." Her stomach flipped as she spoke into existence the inevitability. The day when she'd wake up and V wouldn't. When she'd have to put her name on a cold concrete niche.

She'd always kept time for herself in phases. Each one ending when she pulled the plug, meeting every disappointment and home-that-wasn't-really-a-home by pulling away from it before it could leave her. This phase ending waking up next to a cold body...

"Listen, V," She spoke the woman she'd loved, no, had loved, if she had any control of her emotions, the only way she knew she'd understand: like a business woman. Maybe if she could pull the long-dormant corpo out of V then she could ignore the wet glisten in V's eyes. "You pulled me back into this city far longer than I should've stayed. I need to find something better, something more...stable."

She didn't pull the corpo out of V. She pulled tears, running thick and hot down V's cheeks in silent streams. It should have twisted a knife in Judy, she should have begged to take the words back. All it did was wash cold relief through her. The more irreparable she left these pieces the less it would hut when she inevitably stopped hearing from V, or worse, received the call that she was too scared to hear.

"I don't want you to disappear, Jude, not now. I need you, I love you. Please." V sucked in a ragged breath, choking down what sounded painfully like a sob. "I've lost everyone else, please don't make me lose you too."

But there was no reconsideration, no miracle 'I'll come with you. Let's get out of this city'. Judy didn't even know if she'd have wanted it even if V had offered. In fact, some coiled part of her eased at the thought of leaving it all behind.

Leaving the brilliantly vibrant women in front of her behind and getting out of the radius before she went nuclear, just like every other good thing in Night City did.

"You have your place in this city, let me find mine outside of it." Judy looked to the ground so she didn't have to look at V's face as she delivered what she hoped would be the fatal blow, "It's been a nice phase, V, you've meant so much to me. But it's just a phase that's destined to end, just like everything else."

V muffled a sob in her hand, drawing her knees to her chest and folding in on herself. She kept her fist there, pressed against the lips that Judy used to kiss with such giddy reverence, and stared hard out the window until her tears were silent tracks down her cheeks.

"Okay." V finally said in the soft rustling of Judy grabbing her things, tossing them haphazardly in a bag, "I...I'm sorry, Jude."

Judy didn't know what to do with that, didn't know where that fit in with the broken pieces of their relationship she'd just strewn across the floor. So she slung her back over her shoulder and let the door hiss behind her in a quiet click of finality.

#captainderyn writes #prompt fill #hit em where it hurts prompts #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #judy alvarez #judy/v #female V #cyberpunk v #cp2077 #oc: V #otp: Borrowed Time Beneath City Lights #I think that's my final choice for their ship name lol #look at me giving myself feels over them ahaha this hurt to write #sorry not sorry this is another cyberpunk piece :)

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cptober2077 · 2 years

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CPTOBER2077 is a Cyberpunk 2077 themed prompt list for the creative month of October for 2022.

You can interpret them literally, figuratively, symbolically or however else you want! These are, hopefully, vague enough to fit many different possibilities.

Mix more than one prompt, fill just one, move things around - whatever calls your heart. Smut, whump, fluff, art, literature, virtual photography, all mediums are welcome as long you have fun!

All works will be reblogged here during the month of October as long you either tag this blog directly, or use the tag #22cptober2077 currently being tracked.

#cptober2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #prompt #prompts #prompt list

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breezypunk · 3 months

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17 for the bbs???? ♥

Thank you! <3

From the soft otp prompt.

17- Write about your ship sharing hot drinks together.

───── ⑅ ♡ ⑅ ─────

Goro watched on as he saw Vaughn inching closer and closer to the fire, any closer and he'd be sitting directly in it. It was cold in the badlands, all the Aldecaldos were bundled in their winter best. Vaughn absolutely hated it, realizing the colder it got, the worse he felt.

He held his hands up near the flames to try to warm them. His hands always froze up the most, and his nose was practically numb, and before he could stick his nose in the flames, Goro sped walked over and plopped down next to him, and mug in his hand that was pipping hot and steaming.

"You could probably use this." He held the cup out for Vaughn to take, but Vaughn kept his focus on the fire. "V?"

"Huh? Sorry.. I guess the cold wind is really getting to me.. thank you." He gently grabbed the mug from Goro's gloved hands and held it close to his chest, letting the steam hit his nose.

Goro watched him with interest, his lips were shivering, his eyes were clenched shut, but the moment the steam hit his face, he became more at ease. Goro always knew Vaughn was dramatic, it couldn't have been less than 55 degrees, maybe even 60, but Goro also knew it was a good opportunity to scoot closer to his lover, putting an arm around his backside and hoping his shivering would let up some.

"It is meant to drink you know." Goro spoke up.

"Do you even know what it is?" Vaughn side eyed Goro, responding in almost a chuckle. Vaughn got his answer when Goro didn't say anything. It was always funny to see how clueless Goro was when it came to anything food or drink related from the city. "It's hot chocolate."

"It looks like liquid dirt.. what are those white things?" Goro pointed his finger at the little white floaties sticking to the side of the mug, Vaughn couldn't help but bust out laughing.

"You've never seen marshmallows before? I thought you were a nomad."

"Those are marshmallows? Please, say no more, V." Goro waved his hand away and looked around camp, so many people had mugs in their hands, every sip of their drink they took made it look like they were in heaven.

"Here, try some. I find it hard to believe you've never had this. Not even in Japan?" Vaughn started lifting the mug up to Goro's mouth, his fingers sliding through the handle effortlessly, while his other hand lay smoothly on Goro's thigh.

Goro's head leaned back, he looked at Vaughn with squinted eyes. "No.. never. It was not something I sought out."

"You can't run from your problems anymore, just take a sip." Vaughn put the mug directly to Goro's lips.

"I can get up and walk away, you know?" Slowly, Goro moved his face closer to the mug, sighing and rolling his eyes before partially opening his mouth.

"I'd never let you, see where my hand is?" The grip on Goro's thigh got tighter, a tiny grunt escaping his mouth before he finally opened his mouth more and took a small sip.

The remnants of the liquid were traced along Goro's mustache, an adorable moment Vaughn wished he could have captured through photography.

"Well?" Vaughn asked, waiting for Goro's lecture about how awful it was.

"It is.... not terrible. I suppose I can see why people drink it when it is cold outside."

"Not the answer I was expecting, but I'll take it. C'mere you got some on your face." Vaughn took his thumb and wiped the chocolate drink off of him, before caressing his cheek with his other thumb. He leaned in and kissed Goro lazily before burying his head in the nape of his neck, letting the warmth of his lover take away any remaining shivers he had.

"You want more?" Vaughn asked, eyes unintentionally shutting, the relaxation setting in.

"No.."

"You hate it don't you?"

"Yes, V."

Both burst out laughing, Vaughn set the mug on the side of him, instead focusing on Goro's warmth and the fire in front of them.

One step at a time.

#writing prompts #otp prompts #oc: vaughn leblanc #goro takemura #cyberpunk 2077 #otp: golden hues #thank you for sending this in!#It's giving me so many creative ideas #and also motivation :3 #this is kind of messy and all over the place but it's fun!

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refinedstorage · 2 years

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Sorry, with a character this time 😅 Archon foooor Kerry Eurodyne?

AAAAH this took forever!!! Thank you for the prompt! 🧡

#palette prompts #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #my art #will get to the others soon soon #euryalex #asks #drawing prompts

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timaeusterrored · 4 months

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(I’m not ready to let you go.)

((Mmmmmm marriage angst. Y’all know I love breaking hearts and mostly Kerry’s. Enjoy this<3))

Their marriage had been failing for years now. Therapy was out of the question for the two were too prideful, a fixit baby didn’t help, pretending Kerry wasn’t sleeping with someone else and Louise wasn’t looking up lawyers in her past time didn’t help either.

They were strangers in their own home. Their own son could sense the tension between his parents, and their adorable baby girl had no idea why she existed… but Kerry loved her anyway.

Most of the conversations between the couple were strictly about their children or work. Not even a how was your day, mostly just scheduling. You’d never know how lonely a house of four could be when parents fall out of love.

It was a Tuesday when Louise served the papers. Kerry knew it was coming, he couldn’t even say he was surprised when they appeared in front of him. And Louise already walking away. Clearly they weren’t talking about this now.

Going to a party after that was a bad idea. They both had to smile through the pain of barely knowing each other anymore while people shoved questions down their throats that they didn’t want to answer. Kerry remembered a time they’d be late to a party because they couldn’t get their hands off each other, and now they were getting ready on opposite sides of the room.

The silence over the room was suffocating, threatening to choke the couple as they got ready. Both remembering a time neither could shut up, gossiping and laughing about the people they had seen on the invite sheet. They’d be lying if they said they didn’t miss it.

Kerry looked up as he fixed on his bracelets, watching Louise pick through her jewelry box with a small frown. He held back any words of advice, knowing it’d be met with a glare or absolutely nothing. There were some days he missed his wife, missed their honeymoon phase and Ted’s early days. Then there were others he felt so suffocated, he almost couldn’t wait to get back to California. Itching to see home again.

Reality hadn’t quite hit him that moving back to the states meant leaving his kids. His strong, sweet Ted and his baby Kim. But he couldn’t fix this. They had both fucked up way too many times. Kerry had missed one of Ted’s birthdays and Louise had been seen with another man. It was basically over at this point.

…But did it have to be?

Kerry crossed the room, more or less ready to go, and knelt down in front of Louise. She simply eyed him in confusion, wondering what the hell had gotten into him this time. But he ignored it, and simply slipped one of her heels into her feet. He clasped it and went to the other, doing the same thing before standing and offering his hand. Just like old times.

His wife blinked, her face softened for the first time in a while when she looked at him. He didn’t stop loving her just because it was over. Louise was the mother of his children, his first wife, they had too many good times together for Kerry to ignore.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand when the doorbell rang and the nanny was here to watch their kids. And that was their cue to leave.

The party was boring. Most things were to Kerry these days. Boring and uninteresting, and he was on his third drink by now. He was pretending to listen when someone slid under his arm, making him start to pull back when he noticed his wife looking up at him.

“I’m bored.” Was all she had to say to get Kerry to suggest an Irish goodbye. They both walked out without saying a word to anyone.

There was a somber feeling on the car ride home, Kerry watching the city fly by while tapping his fingers.

“Remember when Ted was born?” Louise asked suddenly, making Kerry briefly wonder what was going on.

“‘Course I do. Why?” Like Kerry could ever forget that day.

“That’s the day I thought you and I would be forever.”

Oh.

The car fell silent after.

Put down was easy. Ted was always determined to stay awake for his parents so by the time they got there, he was basically a walking zombie. Kerry would carry him to bed and they’d tell him good night, before checking on Kim and heading up to bed themselves.

But Kerry couldn’t stop looking at Louise. She was beautiful in ever sense of the word, and for a little while, she had been his everything.

Before he knew it, he was on his knees again. Arms wrapped around her waist with his head on her stomach. Maybe he was tipsy, but something was making him honest tonight.

He felt her warm hands in his hair, running her fingers through the graying strands as they silently let it settle what was happening.

“I’ll sign those papers… but I’m not ready to let you go, Lou.” Kerry whispered, looking up at her.

She was crying. Her hands cupped his face and he leaned in, always a sucker for her siren song.

“I know… I’m not either but it’s for the best, Ker.” She leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I love you. But we can’t live like this.”

“I know… I’m so sorry.”

#did y’all cry?#cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #kerry #Louise Nordin Eurodyne #cyberpunk Kerry Eurodyne #cyberpunk fiction #cyberpunk fanfic #cyberpunk fandom #cyberpunk angst #writing prompts

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wanderingaldecaldo · 3 months

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17 for val and miss president 👁👄

Thanks for the ask @totentnz! Very happy to write about hot drinks today lol From Soft OTP Prompts: 17. Write about your ship sharing hot drinks together.

Val rests her forehead against the cold window pane as she watches the swirling snow as it slowly turns the ground white. At Rosalind’s touch on her elbow, she turns to find her offering a mug of steaming pale liquid.

“Here, this will warm you up.”

“What is it?”

“Hot toddy.” When Val continues to stare, she adds, “Hot water, whisky, honey, and lemon.”

“And what’s that?” She pokes at the brown rolled object resting in the liquid.

Her melodic laugh fills the room and Val’s cheeks warm—probably something she’d know if she wasn’t just a stupid streetkid from Night City. Rosalind thrusts the mug into her hands then pulls her face down to plant a fat kiss on her cheek. She steps back, a hand remaining on Val’s other cheek.

“Do you know one of my favorite things about you? How privileged I am to be able to introduce you to so many new things."

Val’s stomach flips. Though her face grows hotter from the affection, she can’t put out the smile that blazes across her face. Rosalind gives her cheek a squeeze then picks up her own mug.

“This is real cinnamon. Its raw form.”

Val lowers her face to the mug and sniffs. It’s richer and more aromatic than any cinnamon she’s tasted, and the spiciness tickles her nostrils. She takes a careful sip. The liquid is bright, a perfect balance of tart and sweet, and it warms her from the inside as it slides down her throat. She takes another sip, then nods.

“It’s good.”

Rosalind stands beside her and slides an arm around her waist. “Well? What do you think of your first snowfall?”

She shifts, wrapping her arm around Rosalind’s shoulders, gazing at her with a full smile. “Fucking preem.”

Soft OTP Prompts

The President's Merc AU

#writing prompts #wash's writing #cyberpunk fanfic #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #rosalind myers #valerie vermilion #streetkid!val #myers x v #myers x fem v #wlw ship #milfguard #aka president's merc au #mail time!#answers #totentnz #thanks for the ask! <3 #okay i said i'd keep it to 100 words but that's just silly #this was 296 and that seems reasonable #also i forget i have that banner lol i should use it more often

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kharonion · 6 months

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ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ

Warnings: Mentions of grief (specifically, grief dreaming)

“C’mon, V. Want to show you around.”

He recognizes this place from the rockerboy’s memories. Atlantis. Only this time, he’s not in Johnny’s likeness… no, no, he’s here. And Johnny’s chatting with him like they’d been chooms for years. Hell, he even shares a drink with the man. It all feels… so real.

“I want to thank you, V. For everything… but especially for this. For giving me… peace, I guess. Feels fuckin’ weird. But, it’s also pretty fuckin’ good.”

“You deserve it, you know. Much as you want to believe you don’t.”

Johnny laughs, and it’s contagious. “Wanted to. Past tense. You’ve taught me a lot, V… but that’s gotta be the most important one. Wish I could repay you—”

“Oh, shut up, J. You’ve done more than enough. I wouldn’t be here without you—and I mean that.”

“Well, fuck. Cheers to that, you grumpy bastard.”

They sit. They drink. They talk, laugh, joke.

And then, he wakes up. Drenched in a cold sweat, his head fucking pounding.

He sighs. Sinks his head back into the wall of plush pillows, rubs his face with his hands. The soft snoring beside him is grounding. He’s trying to mend his cracking composure because fuck, every time he wakes from these dreams, the loneliness eats at the fiber of his being.

Vikt trudges to the bathroom, habitually popping open his handful of medication bottles and downing them. The cold water soothes his burning throat, feels good as he washes his face. And there he stays, hands clenching the vanity’s edge, chin tucked to his chest.

Still, he haunts him.

Still.

He starts to shake. Fuck.

He misses him. Misses those stupid quips, that irritatingly cheeky smirk… and strangely, the rockerboy’s company, invasive as he could be sometimes.

Misses the man who quickly became the only family Vikt’s ever had.

A light drip begins hitting the sink, though the faucet has since been turned off. His throat tightens, throbs. Struggling to contain the sobs lodged there, and he can’t swallow them down. They escape. Echo against the linoleum walls. They’re loud, pained, stricken with grief.

Still, he’s gone.

And yet, he can’t leave.

“Babe,” a rasping voice, fatigued and concerned, drawls from the doorway. That familiar, warm presence presses right against his back, gentle hands snaking around to rest over his heart—his heart that hurts…

“Do you… still see him sometimes?”

Gently, lips meet the notch between his shoulder blades. “Yeah. Mostly reminiscing on the old days, y’know?” He trails off. The way he always does when his thoughts toe into the shadows, before he quickly recovers his path. “Same dream?”

“Yeah. Same one.” Vikt sighs, tries to wipe the grogginess from his eyes. “Fuck, Ker, it just… always feels so real. He takes me there, and he talks to me like I’m there. It’s like he’s… like he’s not actually gone. He fucking thanks me… and then I always wake up feeling… devastated, almost…”

Kerry hums. He understands. “My guru always told me it was grief dreams. Said they usually happen when your brain hasn’t processed the loss… or somethin’ like that. I had them for a while… after, y’know…”

“They ever go away?”

“No,” Kerry whispers, kissing the spot again, “but it does get easier. I promise, babe.”

#grief //#hi i took this prompt and made it Emotional. as i tend to do. :3c #red dirt halloween #khar writes #oc: vikt #brotp: we've got a city to burn #cyberpunk 2077 #c2077

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