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timaeusterrored · 5 months

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(Five years)

((Y’know when you settle into marriage and you’ve seen every flaw and can make jokes about things that probably weren’t funny at the time? Well I don’t but I assume this is how it is))

“You are such an asshole, you know that?”

Kerry currently had his husband pinned down, his head between his hands as he searched his head. He had been very correct and he was very happy, because Vax was started to gray at the age of 37. Rogue had 40, Johnny had 35. Kerry had said before 40 but after 35. But with how Vax dyed his hair so often it was hard to truly tell when it had began.

“Yes I have been called that many times in my age, but now Rogue and Johnny owe me 50 eddies each.” He sat back in triumph on his husband, arms crossed as Vax huffed.

“It’s because you assholes stress me out.”

“Have you seen how you work? Everything stresses you out.”

“Hey!”

Vax pouted, glaring up at the man he had basically promised his life too. Kerry was by far his biggest supporter and yet his biggest bully. But he had been told that’s how you know your marriage was a strong one.

“…you do realize you are a whole 97 year old man correct? Talkin to ME about white hairs- Oh hell no, sir. You are not getting out of this-“

Vax had to latch on to keep Kerry in his lap, who was currently trying to escape his ‘wrath’. It was Vax’s turn to pin him down.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish.” Vax grinned, hearing a groan leave his partner. “Remember when you aimed a gun at three 19 year olds? I thought Red was gonna beat you up-“ Vax laughed when Kerry restarted his attempt of getting up and leaving. “You thought you were sooooo tough, it was adorable honestly.”

“Is it possible to suffocate myself like this?” Kerry wondered out loud, making Vax roll him over to force him to face him.

Kerry huffed at him, and Vax could see the gears turning to try to think of a comeback.

“…At least I didn’t get shot by an asshole names Dex-“ the words left Kerry’s mouth before he could stop them. Vax sat up fully and stared down at his husband in disbelief, honestly more impressed that he even had the balls to say that.

V pursed his lips for a moment before making the ultimate decision. “No sex for a month.”

“WHAT?”

“You heard me.”

“Babydoll I am so sorry-“

“Nope.” Vax was grinning, but mainly because it was fun seeing Kerry immediately crumble and beg, a sick part of Vax enjoyed it. “No sex for a month.”

“How else could I make that up to you.” Vax could see that Kerry really did seem to feel bad for the comment, and V knew they were just fucking around.

“Buy me dinner,” Vax gave him a little kiss to show he wasn’t truly angry. “And I will think about it.”

“Deal.”

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friendlysociopath · 5 months

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Cyberpunk2077 Jackie/Male V prompt/hc that's been bugging me, but I've been finding all the excuses why I couldn't write it - but I'd be so incredibly fucking happy if someone would. Please. I'm desperate.

I don't even know how to start this, for the chaotic hc in my head to make sense for any reader. Corpo-rat V, who's been used by Arasaka as a Joy-toy, without his consent, with some-kind of a rig in his brain made by a corpo-doc (bear with me here, I only started the game so I have no idea if such things would make sense, but let's say they would, for the sake of this hc), which makes him unable to show any kind of distress or unwillingness when it comes to his bosses using him. And here's the part that I don't really know how to explain, but in my brain, whenever he was being used, he wasn't able do show anything but pleasure and willingness - even though he was internally screaming, and shouting, and fighting (and I imagined that this would have been the reason why he'd puke his brains out whenever he was going to meet any of his bosses). He gets out the way he would in the game, starts doing gigs with Jackie - but word's had gotten out about him, and even though it's subtle and noone says it to his face, there are rumours flying around about him being the Arasaka whore. And Jackie dissaproves, and he tells V his opinion on multiple occasions and Jackie would scrutinize V while all V would do is grit his teeth and tell Jackie to mind his own business, because at this point V himself wouldn't have a clue why he let all that happen, blaming himself and drowning in shame. Jackie would go as far as telling V that he would have already made steps to sweep V off of his feet properly, years ago, if V didn't live the way he did. While working for Padre, the other mercs would tease V about it here and there, mostly while Jackie was out of earshot, calling him chica, teasing V about wanting a piece of him. And V might put a gun to their heads, in a daring "Say that again, pendejo." Way. Jackie may or may not have beaten the shit out of them after he got word of what was going on, almost beating one of them to death after the guy dared to tell him "Even you couldn't manage to put a leash on the puta, ay." Then the "Heist" mission would go differently, with only V sustaining some major injury that Vic has to treath and pull him through, where the doc would discover Arasaka's little rig in V's brain. And Jackie might hunt them down, one by one, making them pay.

Well. Thank you for listening.

#cyberpunk 2077 #V #jackie welles #jackie welles x v #jackie welles x reader #m/m #Cyberpunk 2077 headcannon #fanfic #cyberpunk fiction

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rosesrotofficial · 9 months

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i made a game (demo)!

What if Youtubers joined a death game?

hi there!

my name is Rose. i write about unhinged women, sapphic darkness, deconstructions and tragedy.

so, if any of those resonate, you'll like MORTAL COIL.

You're Ikuyo, an up-and-coming FPS gamer on the world's biggest video & streaming platform: Eidolon. Your sister Sonoko is the Eidolon goddess @flowerfall: loved by millions for her modelling, self-care, and genuine authenticity.

And she's just been cancelled.

Ikuyo struggles to reach her sister amid the storms of controversy, confused that Sonoko isn't acknowledging the drama that's raging on. Sonoko's only response? It's to join the 99th season of the televised death game, MORTAL COIL.

Frantic, afraid, and desperate: Ikuyo must choose whether to follow Sonoko into the depths of destruction, risking her life to save her sister who seems all too eager to play.

Will Sonoko slip away from Ikuyo's grasp? Or will their fates be far worse than that?

▼ A study in human psychology under digital fame. A critique involving the creators, the fans, and the algorithm, deconstructing YouTube, Twitch, and VTuber culture.

△ This demo includes "Part 1: Prologue" and "Part 2: Entrance", about Ikuyo and Sonoko's entrance to Mortal Coil.

▼ Cyberpunk, Hong Kong, and VR themed.

△ 10k words, 30m-1 hr of playtime. Free to play.

▼ CW: dark content, mental health issues.

△ Part of #MFGJ2023!

▼ This is the demo version. In the full version, the game will be choice-based as you guide Ikuyo through the death game, choosing who lives... and who dies.

△ The full version will feature more LGBTQ+ and disabled characters, friendships/relationships, and queer romance options!

i made the demo for MORTAL COIL with my artist (@nitunioart) + programmer team for My First Game Jam: Summer 2023, and it was such a fantastic experience: i couldn't be happier with what we've done!

i hope you enjoy if you choose to play the game! i poured a lot of my heart into it, and i'm looking forward to hearing what you guys think about it, especially on what we could improve on. :)

thank you for reading! i hope you stick around to see what i'll do.

~ Rose.

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phantastyinfact · 5 months

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UNIQUE

Are you as special as you think you are?

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iseetheworldinmetaphor · 5 months

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OH-KAY DIALOGUE.

Futureland, Walter Mosley

#walter mosley #futureland #cyberpunk fiction #cyberpunk #sci fi and fantasy #love in sci fi #love #I love you #I see you

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desdasiwrites · 8 months

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"My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression."

– Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

#book quote of the day #philip k. dick #do androids dream of electric sheep #science fiction #classic literature #cyberpunk fiction #Iran Deckard #Rick Deckard #androids #American classics #book quotes #reading

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major2501 · 1 year

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Living in the Fray: Chapter Ten

'Yes Chase fans we can confirm that the con Andrea Toles is in fact armed. Our cameras did detect her earlier on stealing this fine katana from a New Edo resident, which she is now putting to good use. And as you all know, Cassandra Krieger is a prolific sword fighter so if Toles can keep up with her, we may have a brilliant show on our hands! A Con facing off against a hunter like this is a rare occurrence so you better not miss this!'

'Come on guys! The boss is on again!'

Justin shouted to the rest of the crew who were milling about the recreation room of the Osiris. Michael come running back in with his service trolley now full of drinks and a small ice bucket. Devin and Tony who were playing pool put down their cues, ready to come back to their game later while the twins who had gone playing video games in their quarters returned after they received a Chase notification on the holowatches about Krieger finding another con. Zach however had left hours before to go get ready for his stupid date.

'If you're just joining us now, Captain Cassandra Krieger is now currently facing off against con Andrea Toles in a swordfight. Toles did however manage to catch Krieger first in a serious show of aggression by repeatedly hitting her in the face with what appeared to be a garbage can lid. Toles retreated for a moment when Krieger managed to throw her off but she returned with a stolen katana. To whoever has had their katana stole, we aim to return it to you as soon as possible.'

The frighteningly cheerful voice of Chase host Paul Adams rang through the rec room as he provided commentary on what was going on. The live footage of Krieger standing face to face with Toles filled the whole screen with another feed popping up soon after in the corner with a feed from another drone camera that had flown in to capture the ensuing fight from another angle.

The crew of the Osiris made themselves comfortable on the couch and grabbed their drinks, waiting with baited breath for their boss to unleash whatever she had planned. Of course Krieger could just easily draw one of her guns and shoot Toles, but the con had purposely stolen a sword and was now facing Krieger with it in her hands ready to attack. She was out to kill Krieger and get herself a reduced sentence if she managed to accomplish a hunter kill; she'd get a few years knocked off her time and if she was flashy in how she did it she would probably get some cell luxuries. Toles was thinking some real make-up and an endless supply of chocolates whenever she wanted then. Maybe even her own cell and cable TV if she went all out.

Michael watched his boss closely on screen as she effortlessly drew her sword out of its sheathe attached to her belt, draping a touch down her left hip. The camera drones had settled in position to get the best footage. Krieger held the sword in both hands and carefully raised it, positioning the handle just in front of her; vertically from the side of her right shoulder.

'Does the boss know what she's doing? I mean she's standing like she is.' Michael asked the crew. It earned a few chuckles from them. He only asked because he recognised the stance the Captain was in as he was made to take martial arts classes as a child. He remembered his idiot brother used a sword in his "extracurricular" activities but he really didn't want to think about that right now.

'Dude that sword isn't just for show.' Tony laughed. 'The Captain and Ronson have been doing Kenjutsu for years now, this silly bitch doesn't know what she's let herself in for.'

'She'll win, she always does.' Jess said.

'We have money riding on her, we do it all the time she knows this.' Faye continued, holding up her holowatch showing the holographic projection of a betting website that had just updated with "Krieger Vs. Toles."

The crew continued to watch as Andrea Toles readied herself with the sword she had stolen. She held on with both hands out in front of her and the tip of the sword pointing toward Krieger's head.

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'I should've bashed your fucking head in with a brick.' Toles barked at Krieger. The women began circling each other, a fair distance between them.

'Charming.' Krieger replied. 'Hindsight's a bitch though ain't it?'

'Not when you have a sword.'

'Why didn't you attack me with that first? Seems pretty stupid not to.'

'Not my style.'

'Ah you're more the bludgeoning, pushed my hubby down a marble staircase, dropped a breezeblock on his head kinda girl. Gotcha.'

'I have my ways.'

Krieger smirked. She and Toles continued to circle around, not giving any indication that one was going to attack first. A small gathering of people had started to form a safe distance away and were staying relatively quiet as they watched the women in their stand-off. It was a one off opportunity to see a fight like this in the flesh involving Krieger as she didn't actually use her sword that much. Maybe on special occasions like this where she had a convict brandishing a sword at her and it was being broadcast on television. She had to chuckle to herself though, with the woman brandishing a sword at her. She figured that Toles wasn't all that proficient with weapons after being told that it "wasn't her style" and that she'd much rather come at her with a paving slab or a hot iron.

Toles had reacted slightly to the advancement of the few Chase camera drones and the crowd that had started to gather. Krieger stayed exactly how she was, never taking her eyes off Toles and keeping her arms locked in place still holding her sword upright. The Con was now starting to panic slightly with everybody watching her. She was hoping to just off Krieger as quickly as possible so she could go back in to hiding for a bit but now; with all eyes on her and Krieger standing resolute and alert, she was starting to feel the pressure. She just knew that if she tried to run then Krieger would be on her like shit sticks to a blanket. Toles knew now that she had cornered herself in to a situation she wasn't likely to win.

'Fuck it.' Toles whispered under her breath. Acknowledging she had probably made a terrible mistake with a sigh. She raised the sword and charged at Krieger with all the force and might she had in her. She slowed down to a near stop in front of Krieger and swung the katana straight at her head, but missed by a mile as she had simply stepped out of the way; Toles fell forward slightly to which Krieger landed her boot in the woman's back sending her down to the ground.

'Was that it? You're not trying.' Krieger said as she scuffed her left boot in the dusty ground.

Toles growled as she hastily got herself to her feet. She didn't even dust herself off before flying in to some kind of attack. She came at Krieger again, attempting to slash her with the tip of the sword whilst trying to maintain some kind of distance in order to protect herself. Krieger had already raised her sword and effortlessly parried the attack. Toles had tried pushing her back but Krieger was firmly planted where she stood.

The Con had decided enough was enough as she was getting fed up with what she thought were forceful attacks not landing or even phasing Krieger in the slightest. But that was her own fault for stealing a sword and not a damn gun or something. Heck she had more chance of dropping a bathroom sink on Krieger from a dizzy height and actually hitting her with a sword.

Toles took a deep breath to try and compose herself, noticing that pretty much everyone in the crowd that had gathered were now recording everything either through their ocular cameras or through their holowatches. At least now everybody in the whole galaxy could have footage of her making a complete fool of herself before Krieger finally snuffed her; she was surprised that Krieger had let her live for this long. In fact, Krieger toying with her was probably payback for her repeatedly smashing her in the face with a bin lid.

Toles charged at Krieger for what was probably going to be the last time. She slashed randomly from left to right, upwards and downwards. Krieger just parried every swing as if she was in a sparring match with her and not an actual fight.

'Any last words?' Krieger grunted as her sword clanged away with every hit.

'Yeah I'm just pissed I didn't steal a gun to fucking kill you.' Toles heaved. She was running out of energy now, the sword was pretty heavy and she had been thrashing it around for a while now so it was really taking it out of her.

'No worries. I'll have them write that on your headstone.'

Krieger had barely moved her body except her arms. She quickly shifted in to a different stance and burst out toward Toles with frighteningly quick speed and accurate cuts. She hit Toles first across the stomach, swiping from right to left making a deep cut that started gushing immediately. The con dropped the sword from the pain and held her arms straight across her abdomen as if she were trying to keep her guts from escaping. Within a second Krieger had already drawn her sword out to the far left and with a little bit more force flung her katana to the right; instantly slicing through Toles' neck with absolutely no resistance.

The Con's body and now separate head dropped to the ground in a gushing, bloody mess; the sword she had in her hand previously that had clattered to the ground beside her was still as clean as when she found it. Krieger crouched down beside her body and casually wiped her katana blade across her back to clean some of the blood off. Her face never faltered as she heard some cheering coming from the crowd behind her along with what sounded like some people throwing up. This was most likely their first beheading or maybe they really did not have the stomach for this at all. Satisfied that her sword was clean enough, she gently slid it back in its sheathe.

'Well done babes.'

Ronson was awake and chatting away in Krieger's head.

'Thanks choomba. Still number one.'

'What was her problem anyway? Sounded like she had summat to prove.'

'Probably.' Krieger spoke aloud. 'Con's actively trying to kill Hunters don't happen so often but from what I can gather, it sounds like when they thrown back in the slammer they'd gain some notoriety as well as some perks.'

'I guess so, they survive a Chase AND kill a hunter? Jesus that's bragging rights and clout on fucking steroids in jail.' Ronson replied.

'How's it going your end bubbeleh?' Krieger asked as she fidgeted around in her pocket for her smokes, producing the packet and lighting one swiftly. She decided to start walking away with haste before the crowd started pestering her for photos and autographs.

'Fine. Nobody in here seems to be up to much, or they're asleep. Erik's seems to be entertained by you though.'

Krieger said nothing in reply to that.

'So, I suggest you go back to that safe house and get some rest. Frank's probably gonna up his game now you got a second kill and as for Freddie... well we don't really know what he's up to. Oh, a clean-up team should be there soon to remove the body.'

'Good, at this rate they'll end up cleaning the whole street. I've never seen so many people barfing before.'

'Ahh witnessing their first kills in the flesh, how precious.'

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Jess and Faye were sat with coy little smiles on their faces. Toles' death by beheading was going at some pretty decent odds, the other options being disembowelment, death by blood loss or even gunshot. The twins now found themselves about twelve thousand credits richer each. A shopping trip would soon be planned with their extra pocket money, probably during the trades holiday after the Chase had finished.

Everybody on board the ship whistled and cheered at their bosses second kill of the Chase. But after realising what time it was they all decided it was time to go home and agreed to meet up again on board the ship for breakfast, which Michael was cooking at half past eight. They could all then watch the show together.

Jess and Faye had already ordered a ride to their apartment just outside of the main town centre in an area known as Ginza Two which was a trendy area. Justin and Tony lived in Little Denenchofu which was the most suburban area in all of New Edo and was fitting for them as it was a nice area, had decent schools and was safer than anywhere else for their families. Devin and Michael lived in different apartment buildings just opposite from each other. It was in walking distance so while everyone else ordered cabs; they took a walk out in the balmy evening.

'How are you finding it here now?' Devin casually asked Michael as they strode side by side through the streets, still relatively busy with people out drinking and partying.

'Great!' Michael answered enthusiastically. 'I think I've landed on my feet really, I'm grateful.'

'Good, it's been great having you on the crew. It's been even better with our food situation too, the Boss and Ronson aren't exactly great with that side of things.'

'Yeah I figured as much.' Michael chuckled. 'I'm just happy I'm finally getting a chance to do what I want.'

'Well that is one good thing the Boss does, she let's you do what you're good at.' Devin mused. 'She took me in as an engineer with pretty much hardly any working experience on ships like the Osiris.'

'That's pretty cool though. Employers hardly want people who haven't had like, years of actual experience.'

'Yep. She has a bit of a soft spot for people who are a bit out of luck, especially if they've been mistreated in some way.'

Michael knew all about that. He was a grunt in the army and every other job he'd had in his life and spent most of it being shit on in some way or other. Nothing was really expected of him during school either. The only person who ever believed in him was his mother, God rest her.

'This is me anyway. Have a good night Michael, I'm looking forward to your breakfast tomorrow.' Devin held out a fist to him, which Michael bumped with his own.

'Same to you man. See you in the morning.'

Devin walked in to his condo building whilst Michael crossed over the road to his. He turned round and glanced down the street for a moment, smiling slightly before he walked inside his condo. He wasn't in the most morally correct of jobs but at least he had one. One that he could do what he wanted. Sure he cooked in the army but even then he still had to do as he was told and didn't really have free reign, but now he had what he wanted. And people who appreciated his work. He knew his mother would've been proud that he was happy and didn't end up like his brother or father even. Life was good for Michael with his new family.

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alpaca-clouds · 7 months

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Wishy-Washy Cyberpunk

It's punk-o-clock, and today I wanna whine a bit about Cyberpunk and (if you have followed this blog for a while) the loss of many of the punk ideas.

Now, let me be fair. A ton of the old Cyberpunk stuff was not super punk either. Like, sure, it was defined by this idea of "capitalism bad, I gotta fight capitalism", but outside of it... I mean, there is tons of sexism and racism in a lot of Cyberpunk media - old and new - as well as that "rugged individualism" so typical of western media, and to be frank... That's not very punk.

But I really gotta say: I feel that for the last ten years Cyberpunk has gotten a ton more popular than it had been before and with that... Well, things have happened, that usually happen when things become pupular. They get turned into the most mainstream-friendly version of themselves, loosing basically anything about them that ever was unique or... you know... critical of anything.

That is not to say that no more good cyberpunk gets published - but more that the more mainstream titles pushed to the public are just not really Cyberpunk in many regards. Because they still have all that racism and sexism and what not. And even in the cases where they try to be more this often gets messed up through big companies. (There are a ton of good punk ideas in Cyberpunk 2077, but those get really lost in the noise of it being too much of a Triple-A game.)

Maybe it is just bitterness over this book, but I kinda feel that it started with Ready Player One. A book that had a really good premise, but never did anything with it, instead opting to just go nostalgia-wank for... how many pages was it? With the ultimate moral being "Capitalism is good actually, if it works in my favor."

And not to go all feminist on you, but... I think one of the big issues is, that a ton of the big mainstream cyberpunk stuff is currently written by white, cishet, abled, middle and upper class men. Aka the kind of people who most profit from the current system - and do not have the kinda anger they would need to rage against it. Or, to put it more bluntly: They are the least punk people around.

I did a quick dip into good reads and what not and had to admit that... this really is in general a thing. It seems that around 2010 there was a big dip in marginalized folks writing (or rather getting published with) Cyberpunk - and a big take-up in those named cishet, abled, white, upperclass men writing/getting published with it. At least percentually - and especially when it came to outright marketing the stuff as Cyberpunk.

Like, there was still a lot of good stuff happening in regards to self-published and indie-publishing... But the big publishers? They kinda went into the wrong direction.

Cyberpunk is a super interesting genre. And it just... deserves better than this, frankly.

#cyberpunk #vent post #feminism #feminist art #cyberpunk fiction #science fiction #scifi

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squigglysquidd · 2 years

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Thoughts on sex within original fiction? It's not an all-out erotica novel but it's not YA either. Neon Utopia - I would think - has made it known it and its sequels are not going to be YA in content so how bad is it to introduce sex between the two? I'm getting completely conflicting opinions on my separate Twitters on this. It's an exact 50/50.

I'd love thoughts. If I ease this slow burn into sex as the next step in their relationship, do I fade to black or do I actually write it out? I have it written in the first draft but as editing creeps closer and closer, I'll have the difficult decision sooner than later.

#Neon Utopia #My Original Novel #Original Novel #Cyberpunk fiction #robophilia #exophilia #Pieces of Eden

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timaeusterrored · 5 months

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(The Red Dress)

((No smut but everyone is indeed horny. How could you not be though?))

The good thing about being with V is that he was always on time. Kerry never question how he did it, freshly showered and clothed and smelling amazing. But this time, he was late. And instead of angry, Kerry was worried. He was never late.

30 minutes had passed and Ker was hiding his worry well, drinking and laughing with old friends. But Dino knew his friend’s faces like the back of his hand. And Kerry hated it.

“What’s up, Ker? You keep glancin’ at the door.”

“Don’t call me that. And Vax is late… he’s never late-“

The words died in the rocker’s throat as his husband appeared in the crowd, wearing a very tight red dress that showed off everything in all the right places. It was about knee length, and sleeves to cover his blades but tight enough to show the shoulders Kerry loved so much.

“Dips.” Dino was promptly shut up by Kerry’s death glare. This one was his.

“Heeeeey, hon. I’m so fucking-“ Vax looked like a pleading husband trying to apologize to his spouse, but Kerry was having none of it. All lateness forgiven now. He pulled him into a downright nasty kiss, making sure everyone knew who this man belonged too.

“How long did you stare at yourself in the mirror before you actually left?” Ker muttered, pulling back to admire the makeup on his eyes and lips- oops. He fucked up his lipstick a little bit.

“A while. It’s the reason I’m late.”

That actually broke Kerry’s heart a little bit… but the fact he still left the house looking like this was progress.

“Ya look great, doll. A little too great.” Stars and edgerunners alike were looking at V like he was meal, and Dino was still stalking behind them. Kerry held his prize a little closer, focusing on him. It was hard to look away.

“So is this a new thing now? You gonna let me buy those dresses you stare at?” V’s face reddened, damn near matching the color of his hair as he had been caught. Kerry saw him staring longingly at dresses he’d never allow himself to wear.

“Let’s just see how tonight goes. Don’t push it.” Vax muttered, being pulled as close as humanly possible.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, lover.” Kerry whispered, but his next attempt at a kiss was interrupted. This was suddenly going to be a very long night.

At around 11pm, the couple had gone missing. Dino assumed they had either done an Irish goodbye or went out to smoke. But checking outside showed both of their cars still there and no signs of them smoking together.

Dino’s mind wandered again to V in that fucking dress and Kerry the untouchable. The fixer knew his chances with Ker were probably long gone, Vax wasn’t known for his willingness to share very easily, but also Dino was so for having both of them. Vax wasn’t known for that either though.

On his way back to the party, passing a few couples making out in the hallway, he walked past a door he had been meaning to fix ages ago and just never got around too. But it didn’t close all the way.

And it gave him a view of Night City’s bad boy pressed against a wall. And Kerry Eurodyne on his knees. It was a sight to behold, especially with Vax tending to be so closed off about his sexual preferences.

He wasn’t close enough to actually hear anything but Kerry stood up, wiping his mouth and Vax pulled him in for a kiss. Dino had to walk away.

The couple reappeared a few minutes later at the bar, Vax complaining about the heels killing his feet and how he didn’t understand how Venus or Louise could do this. When Kerry suggested just taking them off, Vax stared at him like he was an idiot… fair.

Dino was fighting for his life behind the bar, talking to some old friends and clients. Neither of them had any right acting like they weren’t the hottest couple in the room. God if Venus and Johnny were here, Dino would be done for.

“You ready to delta?” Kerry whispered after about 30 minutes, and god yes Vax was. He was exhausted and his feet hurt. And he felt like being in a dress got him some princess privileges.

“You’re driving.” Vax smiled, kissing Kerry’s cheek as he stood up. “And the heels are coming off in the car.”

“Figured they would. Lemme go find D and say bye.” Kerry left his husband to finish off his drink and say bye to some of the edgerunners he knew, while Kerry went to look for Dino.

He found the fixer outside, leaned against the wall with a drink.

“We’re getting out of here, the mister’s in pain.” Dino snorted at Kerry’s tease.

“Y’know, I feel like he’s earned that. Dudes so fuckin uptight all the time.”

“It’s just anxiety. We’re working on it.” Kerry shrugged, his jacket gone and left only in a silk blue shirt that was unbuttoned, and Ker was watching Dino’s eyes trace it.

“Anyway, thanks for the invite.”

“Of course, can let my favorite fixer/rocker star couple miss out. See ya.”

Kerry waved, noticing Dino’s rather odd behavior. But he said nothing as he went to collect his man and take him home.

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