#its me. im vega fuckers

[cashandprizes]

Blood, Guts, and Glitter by k9rage on Archive of Our Own

hey. hey. what are you doing right now? let me tell you why you should be reading this instead.

do you like rare pairs? do you like @k9rage's racing au? do you like vega being vega? because BOYOBOY do i have a fic for you right here.

i'm unwell. I knew this was coming and yet even i sat on call with my jaw open for several moments being like "oh MY GOD". this is a journey i whole-heartedly encourage.

formal thank yous to @horrorscoupes and @bicyclepainting for your help in making this fic happen so I can die

[thewitchqueen281]

I know a lot of people liked the show but also a lot of people liked fallout 4 so idk if any of you mfs can be trusted

[vegafan69]

luna’s submission post for @plaqying ‘s redacted awards !! ★

hii, i am luna aka vegafan69 🙏 and just as my name suggests, i will be listing reasons why i believe i should win the category for THE vega fan AND the most 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎 ❤️

if you find my post convincing, i hope you will vote for me !! tysm <3

I am saving up $60+ for a custom necklace, earring and bracelet set based on vega’s theme colors

my username and bio. go check for yourself

scroll through the redacted vega tag on my account. that’s like 50% of the proof you need

vega is an interesting character and i laugh at every “he beat caelum!!” comment. like what he did was not okay but what if i reduced david to just a grumpy daddy’s boy with anger issues? yall would not like that lol

i received so many vega art for my birthday and non-birthdays from friends and tumblr mutuals who i’m not even close with?? 😭❤️🙏

i don’t think i’ve seen anyone on redacted tumblr as unhinged and freaky as i am. yet. we can battle it out to the death :3

me and vega are dating in alternate universes such as miitopia and tomodachi. we are married in tomodachi, and he said he is very proud to be my boyfriend/husband ❤️

my pfp is vega - drawn by my fren min on my bday 😫‼️💖

i am an emotional masochist. i am a perfect fit for vega. he aint never gon go hungry with me by his side.

i headcanon him (like a few others do) that he has claws. dark deep black claws. i painted my acrylics black to match him !! ^o^ oh btw my haircut as of now kinda looks like his on the games lol

@messenger-of-stupidity (sorry for the tag!!) made me a personal Vega period comfort fic. so like…i’m winning asl 😝

I have a phat ass not that it matters i just thought i’d add it in

i think im developing an unhealthy relationship with him but its ok guys 😁 he matches my freak too well

i’m just a delusional monster fucker :p

here are some miitopia and tomodachi photos of us 🙏 2 art bday presents included 😫 ily guyssssss AAAA. i wish i could add all the vega gifts i got but it only lets us post 10 photos

proof of my 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈 under the cut. nsfw warning for the discord messages!!!

taglist !! @huxleaf @deezbignutz @heartf0ul @annahxredaxted @youeverjustseeadog @mhmmaybe @jaxfart @laskosprettygirl @mokozroach @everything-redacted00 @darlin-collins @infinitelovewiithoutfulfilmentt sorry if i forgot anyone

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

i get so irrationally angry when ppl complain about shit in vincents story that is literally explicitly stated within his audios. fucker (lighthearted) recently who was talking about how vincent is self centered lowkey kind of pissed me off and i can recognize that i am being stupid and childish or whatever, but apparently being stupid and childish is just what im known for.

if literally anyone paid attention to vincents story, literally nothing was done without lovely’s explicit consent??? where the fuck are we getting this shit ???? lovely was warned several times to stay the fuck away from wonderworld and everything near there but they went back anyways and got themself roped up into shit they knew they shouldnt have. vincent got Explicit Consent from lovely to turn them. vincent made so much effort to make sure that lovely was as mentally sound as possible. he made sure they went to therapy for all the shit happening to them. he was there to support them the whole time. he made it so clear that he wanted nothing to do with them romantically until they were in a mentally safe enough position AND that they actually knew each other before jumping into anything. the only reason they even Lived together before they started dating was because he was Worried about their safety!!!!!! when they were confronted about leaving the clan, vincent wanted to hear Lovelys Thoughts before making a decision. “Just because he wanted a quick fuck” if he just wanted a quick fuck then he wouldnt have put in all the effort.

Can yall get out of your heads about this bullshit “if a character isnt One Dimensional and my idea of Morally Correct then theyre a terrible person”

Im Also tired of seeing people give characters like vincent shit and then fall head over heels for guys like ivan, kody, adam, vega, etc etc. its a recurring issue in this fandom. the double standard is insane.

-⚡️🩸

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Random Fanfic Qutoes!

I forget which fics these are from, but they make me laugh!

He didn’t need to look up to know Tsunagu was smiling at him. Which was good, because Katsuki’s eyes were never going to leave the floor. It was a very interesting floor, and he was going to stare at it until it conceded to his will and swallowed him whole. Any second now.

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barry benson: i’m pan actually

barry benson: i swing all ways

barry benson: violently

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Loaded: Oh I adore Izuku and he has some of the best support item analysis I have ever seen 

Loaded: I also adore Hatsume and would fight god for her 

Loaded: I would rather stab myself with a hot poker than be the only adult in a room with them again 

*

Spiderman: My guy 

Spiderman: My homie in whatever eldritch being Izuku summoned this week 

Spiderman: One of my four platonic soul mates 

Spiderman: You are the loudest mother fucker I have ever met and you have bombs for hands

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Katsuki: Regarding yesterday’s shit show

Katsuki: Because shit shows are apparently just an everyday thing now

Katsuki: Like a goddamn las vegas attraction

Katsuki: But you know, my actual life 

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I sawed this boat in half: -Lemony Snicket voice- the word ‘poison’ here can mean many things. 'Poison’ may literally refer to the presence of an unwashed llama in a stream from which a nearby village likely collects its drinking water. Likewise, it may figuratively refer to the effect of greed and isolation on the priorities of a young ruler, or the machinations of a villainous got an advisor on the health and wellbeing of said young ruler. In this case, however, 'poison’ most literally refers to the poison. The poison for Kuzco, the poison chosen especially to kill Kuzco, Kuzco’s poison…. that poison.

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Homochromia: I’m not lying on the floor physically but I am lying on the floor spiritually

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ura-ra-ah-ah-ah: ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ :honey_pot: help him get his honey

Ridley: ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ he has been a naughty bear… no honey

ura-ra-ah-ah-ah: :gun: ʕ•̀ᴥ•́ ʔ do you think this is a game

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Dwayne Johnson: mina enters the kitchen

Dwayne Johnson: oven: on

Dwayne Johnson: water: boiling

Dwayne Johnson: pasta pot: in the oven

Dwayne Johnson: she is forcibly removed from the kitchen

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Aux cord: im going to eviscerate you and hang your guts over the school gates

KarateKid: no thank you

I sawed this boat in half: remember kids, if someone tries to maim you, just say no. they legally cannot maim you without your consent

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ura-ra-ah-ah-ah: how are you the younger brother

sanic: My brother left all his braincells in the womb so I absorbed them

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Walking phone charger: YOULL NEVER FIND ME

Walking phone charger: I HAVE THE HEART OF A LION

Walking phone charger: AND A LIFETIME BAN FROM MUSUTAFU ZOO

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Walking phone charger: how this conversation began: lol we keep accidentally predicting shit how wack is that

Walking phone charger: us like an hour later: hey have you ever thought about the implications of the government employing kids to fight adult criminals who might kill them

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all might simp: presiding judge who 100% has dealt with nezu before: im gonna have to ask you to be respectful

all might simp: nezu: i will politely decline

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This thing where you say you’re “fine” when you’re clearly not has gotten out of hand. I’m making a Fine Jar. Every time you say you’re fine and you’re not, you have to pay the jar. No exceptions. (Mental health is applicable.)

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Aizawa: Bakugou - it has come to my attention that you held a laundry seminar with the whole class on the third weekend after move-in when you realized that no one knew what they were doing, so thank you.

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These are all great I love them

[fkyumerica]

then he made kiss with gay men after

he keeps doing it, kissing his moms dick, danzig

leon does for any woman to fuck him

place across from atlantis

quit doing their dads for a day to lie at 'nights of columbus'

what knight

fucker cant lift

I can slice him

they poke dope in every direction saying it was a old mas vagina

vaccine

anestesia

saw someone walking to the yard

its him again ahh I dont care

im not your fucker

give me kins

go back there

fucking with you was so fun

8 freedom fucking faggots come back every night that are him

58 chris's applying for the strip club to own vegas

he peels onions to fuck jake, it is chuck

david died

ooh eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

chuck is dead

now kill kiss

jar head is dead

meat is dead

now kill leon he lit heat

smoke bomb on ground with lit heat

they inbred under 5

[bargainfuckingharold]

Dear #kaliroses i know dear WIFE ID LIKE TO GO TO VEGAS ID LIKE TO GO TO FUCKING MANHATTEN ID LIKE TO GO TO LA ID LIKE TO LIVE IN MIAMI ID LIKE TO BE IN THE PORNO SINCE ITS AND EASY JOB WHO CARES YOU STUPID SNIVVELING RETARD ANYONE WHO WANTS SEX FROMM U IS A PEDOPHILE DUMMY I CAN FUCK YOU BRCAUSE WE ALL KNOW IM A LITTLE STUPID TOO I MARRIED YOU DIDNT KNOWING THIS WAS YOUR DREAM FUCKER YOU RETARD FIGYRE IT OUT WERE A TEAM ONLY YOURE NOT DITCHING ME AND MAKING ME FEEL GUOLTY FOR MAOING A STINK YOU DESERRVE TO DIE MAKINGBME FEEL BAD YOU CANT ABUSE PORNSTARS LIKE HOOKERS ANYMORE https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj_xMEeLdTK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kidpunkjunk]

how good is arcade gannon... really...

the best. hes literally the best. thats the answer thats it thats all hes the most good.

i was about to make a big long think piece but you know what no, fuck you, i shouldnt have to. i shouldnt have to explain or debunk or anything, if you have any kind of comprehension at ALL youd understand. he is, morally, one of the best people in the entire wasteland. he tries so hard and succeds as best he can. he wants the best for himself and everyone around him which cant be said abt most fuckers in the fallout world. hes so selfless and caring and just. fuck dude.

imagine coming from one of the most vile terrible factions in the fallout universe, imagine growing up with those ideals and yet realizing no hey fuck that, thats bad actually. he subverted the mindset he grew up with so extremely, joining a group almost the exact opposite of the envlave. and even within them you could argue hes one of the optimistic and idealist people. like. shit dude. "he joined bc of their resources and knowledge" are you kidding ?? his main goal is to help people, thats his main drive in life and you dare imply its anything else? you dare imply hes shallow and selfish and would use them just for their books? fucking really? sure its a PLUS but youre emptyheaded thinking thats the only reason.

i will never shut up abt his parallels to carla. he is out of time, hes a prewar relic, he doesnt belong in the shithole that is post nuclear wasteland america. hes something out of a pristine photograph, as perfect as one can get without trying, while remaining humble. hes honestly too good for the world he is in. "how good is he really" too good, hes too good, and i dont mean that in a "its unrealistic how good he is" way, i mean that his world doesnt deserve a man so good.

when they said he uses his enclave knowledge in the independent vegas ending (best ending btw) they dont mean the fascist ideas they held or the conservative mindset they had, dude they were SMART in the enclave, wildly intelligent!! fucking !! sentient deathclaws the fuck !! they had fountains of knowledge, rivalling the followers and the brotherhood. say what you want, yes theyre horrible people, but their scientists were near genius' !!! which made them all the more terrifying!! like Caesar if he wasnt a goddamn dumbass !! their best president was an ai !!! and you misinterpret that so insanely its not FUNNY. hes using all this forgotten knowledge, knowledge that would be lost forever, for good, and you think they meant he was instating fascist regimes into freeside? really? really? and he doesnt. he doesnt want to be his dad. he doesnt want to not want to be his dad or whatever the fuck. he wants his dad to be proud of him. bc thats his fucking father. enclave or not, whatever the hell, thats his father.

he hates the ncr because the ncr sucks. only good idea that the enclave held: ncr sucks. they do. theyre imperialist, theyre capitalists, they suck. regardless of who installed that opinion in him, its right, its correct. bootlicker.

i believe that during the battle arcade, like the other remnants, kept their face hidden so they could go abt their lives after. its entirely believable that noone knew it was him in the tesla armour and he could return to freeside. enclave knowledge and tech is invaluable, im sure julie was willing to not ask too many questions for such helpful and valuable prewar recources. and after he returned im positive that he did not strive for a place of leadership within the fort, i highly doubt it. give orders? where did it say he started giving orders? where? point me to it ?

this is the story of a man with a troubled past, who comes from.horrible roots, who wants to be better than what he was set up to be. its the story of a man finding his place in a world thats not fit for people like him. its the story of a man who wants his parents to be proud of him, without being what they wanted him to be, a thing so many people go through. its the story of a man who fears he is destined to be horrible but defeats his perceived fate. its the story of a good man. arcade gannon is a good man. and thats why hes my favorite character. fuck you.

[readyandnot]

holy fuck. here we go.

SAM/DARLIN THOUGHTS:

(spoilers under the cut)

first of all- COLOR CHANGE LOVE IT

second of all- THE TITLE MY FUCKING GOD

“vampire MATE” “MAKES YOU A PROMISE” 🥺

okay lowkey disappointed we didn’t have a call with david but no big deal lmao he’s mentioned anyway

“i already know what you’re thinking darlin” NO YOU DONT…

“like hell i don’t” okay fine maybe you do-

well fuck me sam knows darlin too well, love him for that <3

“hey. look at me, please.” GOD DAMMIT ALREADY???

SAAAAAM YOURE SO SOFT FOR NO REASON

I JUST LISTENED TO HIS BA THIS WEEK AND I KNEW HE WAS SOFT BUT FUCK ITS STILL EFFECTIVE

his breath of relief when darlin looks up at him. THATS GOTTA BE ANOTHER LEVEL OF TRUST. ESPECIALLY WITH THE FACT THAT MOST PEOPLE PROB STRUGGLE WITH FOR FEAR OF TRANCING-

and darlin looks up with no hesitation. i love these two omfg

“i know. and i’m not judging you for it. i get it, i feel it too.” and there’s my first hand up to the face.

“my first thought was to run up there and end this fucker too.” HE UNDERSTANDS. OF COURSE HE DOES HES SAM FOR GODS SAKES

“darlin you know that’s not what i’m saying.” HES SO STEADY AND CALM LIKE FUCK IF HE ISNT PERFECT FOR DARLIN-

“give me a second, please” the trust these two have for one another my fucking god

“they can bring him down now there’s enough heat for them to do something about it”

sam i get it and i want to believe that, but when had the department been quick about something besides the fl and vega situation? and he still isn’t caught after the breakout, neither is regulus. if i’m wrong then i’m wrong but it’s also not where i think the story might be heading so i’m having doubts that it’s just gonna end with quinn in custody. that’s too easy.

“when i had to stand in front of them and explain what he did to my progeny”- FRED AND BRIGHT OMFG

“it’s fucked up.”

what i love more about this is that sam truly understands the frustration first hand. he knows the suffering behind waiting and nothing being done. he can truly understand darlin and help them to the best of his abilities and not bullshit them. he literally tells them his thoughts about when he first heard and what he wants to do, but he knows what’s best and to stay calm.

“for once you don’t have to do it alone. so don’t do it alone” sam, you’re gonna fucking break me.

“i’m asking you to promise me something. promise me you will let the department try to handle all this” darlin better not break this promise istg-

DAVID AND ANSEL MENTION LETS GO

SWEETHEART MENTION LETS FUCKING GO SAM KNOWS THEYRE POWERFUL AF AND GREAT AT THEIR JOB

“hey, i’m not asking for this to be one sided though. if you promise me you’ll let them try without running off on your own, then i promise you, if he keeps at it, if he keeps hurting innocent people and they still haven’t gotten him, then you and i will hunt him down. together. and we’ll take that freak to task. no half measures. no holding back. we do whatever we have to, to bring him down. can you promise me that?”

“i promise” “okay, then that’s what we’ll do”

MY GOD YES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. THE TRUST AND THE LOVE AND SUPPORT.

“come here.” AHHHHH IM SOBBING HUGS YES PLEASE

“i know darlin. i know..” FUCK- AND KISSES TOO AHHHHH

“it’s cause now you got more things to lose again.”

this is a point that’s been brought up into light for a while now. the fact that darlin wasn’t wrong in wanting to do this on their own from the start, because they didn’t have a lot to lose. they were separated from the pack, and therefore making quinn feel like attacking them wouldn’t work on darlin. and it makes sense. but like sam is about to say, it’s a reason to go back and live instead of dying alongside it.

LOVELY MENTION WOOOOO

OH MY GOD FRED AND BRIGHT MENTION YET AGAIN

i’m not kidding when i heard sam say that I SLAMMED MY FISTS AGAINST MY PILLOW IN EXCITEMENT AT THE MENTION OF THEM.

because NOW especially with redacted saying “old characters coming back” MAKES ME THINK WE MIGHT SEE THE RETURN OF FRED AND BRIGHT. ITS A LONG SHOT I KNOW BUT ITD BE FUCKING SICK.

i wasnt around when fred and bright were on the channel, and that hurts me to this day lmao because i’ve gotten so curious on what they were like and how sam was (even if he was an asshole). i still would’ve loved to hear how it was, and based on what people have said, yes sam is probably better off without that playlist leaving a bad taste in peoples mouths, but it’s still intriguing, whether he was bad or not. it also leaves more room for growth in the good he has done and what he has become as a character. idk just my thoughts. because most of us weren’t around and left with curious thoughts, so the return of those two with a somewhat better situation would be insane.

“not to mention they have their own trauma from him” HE RECOGNIZES THAT YES.

“i still feel it like, like a knife in my heart, when fred wakes up screaming in the middle of sleep. even when he’s far away from me, he had one of those nightmares when we went up on vacation with your pack. i still felt it. even there.”

that fucking hurts. i wasn’t even around back then but that hurts nonetheless. HE HAD IT ON VACATION IMAGINE HOW SAM FELT LIKE FUCK.

quinn doesn’t have progeny!!!! thank god. he doesn’t seem like the type to like sam said.

“i feel frederick here. always. when you turn someone you give them a piece of yourself. and that never goes away.” AHHHHHHHHHHHH-

also why does that feel like foreshadowing…

“i know the thought of waiting makes your blood boil” WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY-

one of my fav parts: “he’s out there, but he’s also up here.”KISS MOTHERFUCKING KISS ON THE HEAD “in your head”

SAM COLLINS YOU FUCKING DREAM OF A MAN I CAN ONLY IMAGINE DARLINS FACE WHEN HE DID THAT

“the rest of the the fight is right here, inside here. you can’t let him own your mind. if your every waking thought is of him, then he wins. without having to life a finger. it’s easier said then done believe me i know that.” sam’s right, half the battle is mentally as well, darlin isn’t in the right headspace to take him on as they’re full of adrenaline. and while he can’t be every thought, he can’t be ignored that’d just be stupid.

alexis mention. this is a touchy subject, because we don’t exactly know her perspective but i’ll always support sam. he was hurt terribly by her and made into something he refused to be. i’ll always take his side no matter the intentions, good or not.

“but we can’t let those people who hurt us, own us at a time like this, that’s a fight i’m not willing to lose. and i know you aren’t either..” MOTHERFUCKING PREACH

“so, we keep on living, life is better with people you care for in it. even if it does make the scary shit more scary. it means you got something to lose. but it also means you got something to fight for, so we’ll fight, in our own way for now. by keeping them safe.”

“and if the time comes, we’ll follow through on that promise of ours. and you and i put this fucker six feet down and never look back, in the name of everybody he’s ever hurt.” WELL THAT ENDED MORE ABRUPT THAN I THOUGHT LMAO

if it does come to that, i wonder how david will react, because they might not tell him, i’m sure he’d be disappointed. i wonder.

sam sam sam, i love you so much, you’re the right mate and support for darlin. he knows how to help and has first hand experience alongside them. god they’re so perfect together.

the way sam and darlin have evolved together is so fucking astonishing. they trust each other with everything and anything. it’s so beautiful to see similar people love each other deeply and have an understanding of each other in a way most people in their life don’t. not with them i mean. i love their relationship so fucking much. one of my top fav pairings on the channel. well done.

i also like the fact now that there’s most likely been development in fred and brights relationship with sam. i’ve heard sam was not the best of people with bright and apparently blaming them. but hearing how he talks about them now, makes me think he truly sees them as a person who made a mistake and never intended for this to happen. and that they really and truly care for fred. i’d like to think sam and bright are more caring of each other now.

i truly have hope for a good ending in this plot line, it’s a high hope but i always look for the bright side of things, this being no exception.

WHOS NEXT- ASHERRRRRRR MY LOVEEEEEE

i love him so much my god. i’m excited for this one, WE LOVE A DATE NIGHT IN AND WITH ONE OF THE BESTEST BOIS hehe <333

[pandasized-crevice]

MY FRESH JUST WATCHED KINNPORSCHE EP 14 THOUGHTS

are y’all freaking ready cus I’m not😭

back at the house okok

Ig after he remembers he’ll go get Korns headass?

Vegas looks so innocent and sweet just then

As you should protect pete!!!!

OH PORSCHE IS REMEMBERING

Baby chay!! 🥺so cute

PHOENIX TATTOO ORGINS

Bitch im gonna cry DEADASS

OH WE THERE THE WHOLE TIME🕴🏻

I’m scared Porsche is gonna shoot Korn on accident and kinns gonna come in at that moment

OH KINN IS HERE

Tell them the ACTUAL TRUTH KORN

Say sike we can’t be c o u s i n s 🕴🏻

SIDEBAR:Everyone was so quick to be like omg they’re cousins as if Korn would let them be together/bring them together if they were actually blood related

There it is:foster sister

GUN YOU FUCKER

W H A T NO😦

OH SHIT KORN HAVING A STROKE

Kinn don’t look at him like that🤨

ALL THE BROTHERS FINALLY

it would be their dad nearly dying that brings them together

wait…😶

WAIT😬

KORN DIED?!?OH SHIT I THOUGHT HE’D PULL THROUGH

oh kinn THAT DAMNED RING BRO

YOU SHOULDVE DIED GUN (he better die on god)

wait poisoned?i thought the stress of the truth got him…..🤨

His dad dead and he can’t even mourn DAMNED MAFIA LIFE

Porsche my boy☹️

Hey girlies💃🕺

All these whores underestimating my boy 😤

YUHHH MAFIA LEADER KINN THINGS

oh lord there goes the minor families boys

Vegas in the tan suit🥵

pause:are vegas pants like flared? thats giving

Wait if Chan dies……😶

OH TELL HIM CHAN

Chan you are so cool sir🗣🧎‍♀️

ITS STARTING WHORES ITS STARTING

🚨THE MAFIA SHOW IS MAFIAING🚨🔫

NO CHAN I WAS JUST KIDDING NOOOO

DAMNIT SOMEONE BETTER END GUN DEADASS

one last smoke i salute you chan🫡

GOOD LORD MY BOYS

POL NO YALL CAN'T TAKE POL TOO

FUCK THEM UP KINNPETE

PORSCHE PLEASE PULL UP SOON

YESSSS OUR BOY IS HERE

FUCK YES DUDE OMG

kinns "porsche" AYAHAHAH

THIS QUEEN GO GIRL YESS

it time hoes

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IM ON YOUR SIDE AHAHAHhAHAHFHBDRJ.FJKRHFNJERHNER ER

🗣YESSSSSSSS THE GUN SPINNING🗣

KINN PLEASE🫣😳😏

FINALLY FREEFALL WITH KINNPORSCHE

*the woman was too in awe & stunned to speak*

CRAP KINN GET UP

NO PORSCHE FUCK YOU VEGAS

pete NOWS YOUR TIME WHERE ARE YOU

NOT PORSCHE NOT THE HEART

um.....🤨🕴🏻

TANKHUN?!?!

YESSS MY KING ARM DOES IT AGAIN🫶

ERIKA YOU ARE A QUEEN

YESSSSS GO GIRL🫶

HEY CHAY

hair dye product placement nice nice

AHAHA KIM IS THERE TO PROTECT CHAY

FUCK THEM UP KIM YESSS

his face dude 😂

chay just chilling while kim fighting for their lives💀

kim the badass you are🧎‍♀️

NO NOT ERIKA😦😩

no fuck you,you killed my parents

OOOOOOH WHAT😯

NO FUCKING WAY 😦

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK😧

these fools i stg

PETE!!!!!!!!!GET HIM PETE FR

shiiiiiit🫢

OHHH MY GOD

SAY FUCKING SIKE RN

HE'S ALIVE?!??????!!!!!dude what the fuck

NO FUCKING WAY

YALL ARE SHITTING ME

SHE'S A L I V E?!?!

dude once again WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

W O W

DUDE WHATS THE ACTUAL FUCKING TRUTH

man i'd shoot korn anyway,just a little🤏

oh hey vegas

your dad was trash vegas highkey better this way

AND IF VEGAS SHOOTS KORN WHAT THEN🧍🏻

pete don't leave NOO PETE STAY WITH US

bro im crying

damn that was an all day fight huh

bitch im sobbing

*THE WOMAN WAS TOO FUCKING STUNNED TO SPEAK WTF*

WHAT?! PORSCHE MAFIA LEADER ERA?!😮

oh so chay didn't know kim was there?typical

OOOOOH YEAH PORSCHE HEAD OF MINOR FUCKING FAMILY LOOK HIM ASHHEK.FIWRN🫡👏

NOT THE TRASITION TO WHEN HE FIRST GOT TO THE HOUSE😭

HE. IS.SO.FUCKING.F I N E😳

yall see their fucking rings bitch im levitating

THESE BITCHES ARE SO HOT POWER FUCKING COUPLE BITCH

TANKHUN AND TAY YES!!!!!!!

yes and pol is okay thank god

hey chay what goes on

THIS IS THE LOOKING AT HIS PHONE AND CRYING SCENE

ITS KIM SINGING WHY DONT YOU FUCKING STAY!?HIS CONFESSION TO CHAY😭

jeff fucking it up rn AS HE SHOULD YUH

OH WE ON DA BOAT

tankhun getting emotional i love him you honor

porsche not that type of surprise girl💀😏

dude just....apo is so fucking gorgeous who allowed this

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MILE

porsche smacking kinns ass is something i never knew i needed

kinn bartender era!

kinn is so fucking cheesy

BOTH OF THEM ARE THE HAND KISS PLS

I KNEW VEGAS HOE ASS WAS ALIVE

you can't kill the devil that easily😈

become one? sounds like a marriage proposal

dude i fucking love them so.much

tankhun just like me fr

their mom deserved so much better☹️

this is heartbreaking 😭

PETE MY BOY

the last glimpse we see of macau and he's asleep

WHY YOU THINK GIRL

bro stop look at them 😭just a little family fr☹️🫶

WHAT A FUCKING ROLLARCOASTER MAN. but it was an honor to ride it with yall my fellow kinnporschers🫡

[nikomedes]

saw this in a tag and decided to give it a whirl. consider urself tagged for it if u want to make a version. i don't think i have any hot takes here, but details below the cut:

fav game of all time: basic bitch hours, it's new vegas. this shit is bugged to hell, crash constantly, and every year gets less accessible to play on pc. and yet. and yet...

favorite series: i love stealth action and immersive sims so much, and the world of dishonored just whips. don't think i rly need to justify lol

best soundtrack: ive been addicted to the soundtrack for paradise killer since i played it. it's got range but also, vaporwave music beats ass? if thats the right genre? love it

favorite protagonist: okay so mass effect is kind of a cop-out bc you can customize the protag visually and through moral choices, BUT. the voice work on femshep is iconic and i loved the story i told with her. its a lifelong treasured memory

favorite "villain": im not rly a villain fucker so this was a tough one. glados would be a gimme, but thinking about it, i really enjoyed fighting the darkness in alan wake a lot. the way it possesses people, animals, and objects is still very cool. also, i wanted to get alan wake on the board. cool dude stephen king sim my beloved

best story: if you've played outer wilds you know, if you haven't go play it. if you can't (it rly fucks with the motion sick), im so sorry. it was so cool unraveling the mystery of this game and the ending rly got me

have not played but want to: don't drag me please. i want disco elysium very badly but i have a lot going on rn and can't give it any time sdlkfjdljf

you love but everyone hates: i can't speak to vocal hatred, but ive found over the years people don't care for bioshock 2 as much as others in the series. i love it. i love the endings, even the bad ones. big sisters are for lesbians, etc

you hate but everyone loves: again, "everyone loves" is a wild exaggeration given the drama around c/yberpunk, but i think it does have its devotees and people who stuck with it after the patches. i couldve put d/etroit become racist here too, but i wanted to stick to games i actually played. i put 15 hours into this game and loved parts of it, but ultimately had to stop playing bc the extreme fixation on sex and trivializing exploitation started to... actually trigger me! oops! my bff made me uninstall my pirated copy lmfao

best art style: sable is so simple yet so beautifully rendered. i played it to 100% completion and loved every minute. i had this game in several categories as i made this, including relaxing game, but it's maybe my favorite example of "less is more" in game art.

favorite ending: now i wasnt on the 10 year long ride for kentucky route zero some people were, which i can't blame anyone for affecting their opinion of the ending. i played this game over three days once it was finished and open-mouth sobbed my way through the ending, though. so. you should get hurt too!

favorite boss fight: can we talk about the esseJ fight in control. please god im dying to talk about the esseJ fight in control. accessing the optional boss, her outfit, and the fight itself are all just... so choice

childhood game: my first video game ever was armored core for the ps1! could this be why im obsessed with robots? who could say! my mom played it with me, too, which makes it very special for me

relaxing game: listen, the actual story of eliza isn't especially relaxing, given it grapples with mental illness, therapy, and implementation of machine-learning ai. but kabufuda solitaire. catch me on my virtual phone inside this video game playing hours of kabufuda solitaire.

stressful game: i love prey conceptually so much! so much! and at every turn i am terrorized by mimics

game you always come back to: fallout 4 couldve fit here too, because for me they occupy the same space of "ive put too many hours of my life into this long video game, i have GOT to stop starting new saves," but i think the story of dragon age: inquisition is fundamentally better, so. every few years im back to get a weird green hand vagina again

guilty pleasure: i hate the story of fallout 4. i just do. i also dont like other choices they made with the world and lore for it, and nick valentine isn't even romanceable. cringe. but also im addicted to the base building mechanics and i have probably 500+ hours in it between xbox and steam

tons of hours played: just edging out fallout 4 for hours of my life spent making virtual buildings nicer, its stardew valley! top tier depression gaming. maru is the best wife

i will put an honorable mention for pokemon sword, which i dont think fits any of these categories for me particularly well, but which has been keeping me alive the last two months lmfao

[wamiandayne]

💕💎 pick a musical any musical

ITS SPRING AWAKENING DAY SO IM CHOSINF SPRING AWAKENING

💕 - tell us about your favorite character and what you like about them!

SIGHHHHS melchior gabor <3 my evil little trans masc (even tho its not canonically possible) i am just. so fond of him. so basically hes a 14 year old german schoolboy in the 1800s who just runs around making messes. causing disasters. hes given free reign over the (internet) books around town, even spicy ones like faust and anatomy textbooks. and i love him so much it hurts bc i see me in that stupid little asshole. we are so similar it hurts we're the same. minus the fact that im not 14 years old

💎 - do you have any fun facts or trivia?

yes i do ok lets go

october 16th is unofficial horse fucker (spring awakening) day because of melchiors shame monologue- "16th of october and the question is shame. what is it and why are we hounded by its miserable shadow?"

hanschen is known by bowserfucker69 by some people. this is my fault. the original hanschen fucks bowser joke is not my joke.

both hanschen and georg eat spiders.

handschen is also known as handschin. dont worry about it.

some of the cast members in thw original production were only 15 and 16 years old but most of the leads were 20 smth

patrick page is adult man in deaf west spring awakening

austin p mckenzie, melchior in dwsa, is dating kevin mchale, aka artie from glee. jonathan groff, obc melchior, was also in glee. he (austin) has 2 solo albums and only the first one is good, but vegas baby (from his second album) is his best song.

there is a secret modern production that is an absolute disaster and was the source of one of my previous urls

joe keery, also known as steve harrington on stranger things, once played melchior

john gallagher jr, original moritz, was later johnny/jesus of suburbia in the obc production of american idiot.

andy mientus, dwsa hanschen, is a dick and i hate him (idk if hes a dick but i do hate him). he was later in smash, with jeremy jordan and christian borle. jeremy jordan was also seymour in lsoh and guess what so was jonathan groff, obc melchior. so many layers

[c-53]

Im thinking about,,, an au where Hayden and Vega are like reversed and lemme tell ya its making me feel things,,,

Vega as the Seraphim, so instead of doomguy waking up in ‘2016 like “OH THIS FUCKER AGAIN” its “YOU!!!!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, I MISSED YOU!!!”

[mysmedrabbles]

RFA as Shit Me or My Friends Have Said in Summer School

requested: nope

a/n: summer school is over!!! but!!! it takes a little will to live out of you so here are some sleep deprived yet iconic quotes

warnings: cursing and possibly crude jokes idk

-ecstatic mod alex

Jumin

-MILK??? THATS A JUICE BOX YOU UNEDUCATED SWINE

- “im nice? Im Nice!! IM NICE” “ehh...” “Okay Shut The Fuck Up You Useless Two Piece Chicken McNugget, Im the Height of Generosity”

-im taking my cat to prom. at least i know she won't cheat on me like the rest of you fuckers

- *crying* “hey man whats wrong?” “s-shes just so beautiful..” “who [rika]?” “no... [elizabeth III]”

- “drinking game.”

“yeah?”

“i drink. you game.”

Jaehee

-lunchtime!! im looking forward to poisoning myself with a three dollar tuna casserole 

- “I wish I was that squirrel; free, surrounded by mother nature, lying in the warm sun...” “its dead” “yeah that too”

-were you guys alive in 6th grade or are you just naturally stupid

-im not your mother i dont care if you live or di-OH MY GOD THATS AN ELECTRICAL FENCE YOU IDIOT

Yoosung

-four year plan? HA i’m going to drop out, move to Vegas, become a stripper and get myself a sugar daddy. 

-i pulled two all nighters. twi-twinighters haha,,, twi-twi-twITTY OMG GUYS I PILLED A TITTY I AINT A VIRGIN NO MORE

-do you think we can do an interpretive dance to “kill yourself” by bo burnham cuz thats kinda my mood these days

- *eats a whole cake by himself even though he’s severely lactose intolerant*

Seven

-im going to jump off the arts building the day before graduation as a sign of rebellion whO’S WITH ME

- *screaming at a trash truck as it drives by* NO WAIT YOU FORGOT ME

- “we need celebratory t-shirts for surviving this class” “...its the second day of school [Seven]” “... do you Know how much restraint i need to not strangle you right now”

-undyne wouldn't treat me this way

- “can i get aaaaaaaa venti expresso?” “uhh sir this is a home depot” *Seven, completely spaced out* “thank you for your service. the united states military is lucky to have you” *hands cashier a $50 and naruto runs out*

Zen

-there’s a line and that line is his ass

-i am a god, ruler of myself, i bow down to no mortal being, I am the epitome of grace and beau-HEYAFISH

-moses has big dick energy. i have big dick energy. therefore im moses 

- *immediately after leaving the dollar store* hey guys i stuffed two packets of napkins down my pants does it make my ass look big or what 

- “hello fellow gays!” “you’re straight” “............hello fellow asshats!”

[husky-boi]

It’s Always Been You ~ Chapter 4

Summary: Husk grew up with the casinos of Vegas, and made his living there. This is the story of how he found the joy in life, and a reminder that sometimes true love transcends worlds

Ships: Huskniss (Husk x Arackniss)

Ao3 Link

...they'll always find a way back together. 

Husk lost track of how long it had been since Angel's family started hanging out at the hotel. In all honesty, he hadn't expected them to be around more than a few days, a week tops. He hadn't expected Charlie to let them stay, considering neither Molly or Arackniss were remotely interested in the concept of redemption. The more energetic of the two spent most of her time running around and introducing herself to everyone that came through the front doors, talking a particular interest in Cherri for who knows what reason. Husk didn't care about that. What he cared about was the short, black spider that insisted on spending every evening taking up a seat at the bar.

Arackniss was rarely talkative, and for the first few weeks, their routine was the same. He would sit down at the bar, Husk would slide him a bottle of something he pointed at (usually red wine, sangria, or just straight vodka), take down at minimum five bottles, and push Husk a stack of cash without asking for the price. It was almost always double the actual cost, but by the time he finished counting it out, Arackniss was gone. And that really pissed him off some days.

His voice sounded so damn familiar, and Husk just couldn't figure out why. It was impossible to try and understand it when the spider didn't talk to anyone besides Angel most of the time. So he had to take some kind of action, that much was obvious.

On this particular night, something had obviously been bothering Niss much more than usual, because he about drank the entire stash of wine, vodka, and a few other types that they had. Husk panicked when he watched the other reach into his pocket as typically to pull out the money, he had to say something now or never.

"Don't bother. S'on the house."

Arackniss immediately froze, glancing up to the bartender and quickly searching his eyes for any sign of a trick. "How much of it was poisoned?"

Husk took a few seconds to process the phrase before scoffing. "None of it, I'd lose my fuckin' job if I did that. Can't I just give a loyal customer a discount without it bein' suspicious?"

Apparently not, because the glare of Niss' golden eyes didn't stop. Not when he took the cash out anyway and put it on the table, not when Husk pushed it back at him, not when he reluctantly took the money back and pocketed it again. Somehow despite the anger, Husk was able to see the pain present in them had faded, if only a small bit. And though it hadn't happened in many years, Husk felt the side of his mouth curl into a smile.

"…thanks." Then Arackniss was gone again, and Husk was once again left alone wondering what the hell happened to his heart for it to start beating this fast.

-----

From that point on, the routine changed slightly. Arackniss was slightly more talkative, and though it was rare he said more than one sentence at a time, it was clear that he wasn't quite as standoffish as before. That's progress, and at least when he was talking Husk could focus on his voice more. Though, by this point, he wasn't sure if he was trying to figure out where he'd heard it from, or if he just liked the sound of Niss' voice. Maybe a bit of both.

"Y'ever had Michter's whiskey?" Husk was given a skeptical look. "I know, it's an American brand, but I swear it's good shit. Kinda expensive, but managed to snag a bottle from the black market demons that sneak it from the surface. So you want some?"

Arackniss was really only fond of brands coming from his home country of Italy, with a preference for those in Rome. Still, it didn't stop him from pushing out a glass for it to be poured. Husk knew him better than that, and knocked it aside, reaching under the counter to pick out a bottle for each of them to drink from directly.

"Best shit I ever had, I swear. Couldn't afford it all that much while I was alive, but the good stuff gets you drink twice as fast as cheap booze. Probably somethin' to do with havin' a good opinion on it swaying your thoughts, I don't know."

By the time Husk finished talking, Niss had already taken the top of the bottle off with his teeth (and damn, that was eye-catching everytime it happened), and he was already about halfway done with it. And still drinking. Fuck, this guy could really hold his liquor.

Only once the bottle was finished did Arackniss give a slight shrug, sitting the bottle down. Another few seconds, and Husk swore he nearly passed out when Niss smiled at him.

"Yeah, not bad… For an' American brand."

Husk couldn't help it; he laughed. He actually laughed, for the first time in who knows how many decades. With his eyes closed and wiping tears from them, he missed the way Niss' fur fluffed up at the sound or how the spider's eyes were on him up until Husk was looking back again.

"S-shit.. Next time show me your favorite, and we'll compare then. How about that?"

"Fair 'nough."

-----

It had to have been at least a few months now, of Husk trying to make enough money during the day to cover the free drinks Arackniss would have that evening, of them talking more each night, topics shifting from the hotel, to its patrons, and finally to each other. Stories of how they were during life, their childhood, their hobbies and jobs. Anything, really, but the subject of tonight's discussion was family. Apparently a sensitive topic for both of them.

"I didn't really have much family growin' up. Started off in the foster system, and no matter how much I ran away from all the fucking pricks, they kept dragging me back. I'm telling you, couldn't wait for the day I turned eighteen and they couldn't hold me there anymore."

Arackniss nodded in response, taking some sips of his bottle of wine. Red, obviously, white wine was an abomination. "Wish I could'a done the same. I mean, siblings weren't too bad, Tony and Molls were just as stuck as I was. But my fathe' was pretty damn shit. For about a dozen reasons."

Silence for a few seconds, it was clear he hadn't planned on elaborating. "How's that, then? What'd he do, kill some fuckers?"

The bottle of red wine was sat down in favor of Arackniss scratching nervously at his wrist. "…yeah, you could say that. Bein' part'a the Italian mafia, s'kinda part of the job." Husk raised an eyebrow at that, but made no move to interrupt otherwise. "Had this big casino we ran as a front for the whole business, real easy to hide how much money you're earnin' when everyone spends thousands a day there. Much as I liked runnin' the bar there or playing the games, woulda been better if all that wasn't the reason for it."

Husk nodded in response, and it seemed for the first time he was actually intently listening to a story. He couldn't really help that, anything with gambling drew his interest. "Actually was kinda raised by casinos, sneaking in the back doors and all that. Made a pretty good fuckin' name in poker and craps for myself back then. That’s pretty much how I made my living for a good for years."

It seemed Niss was still too lost in thought to process those words, so Husk gave a gentle shove to his shoulder. He'd already learned he was allowed to do things like that, they were at least sort of close enough. "Alright, you're overthinkin' shit. Spill."

"…Mafia thing was kinda the shittiest family to be born into. And it ain't just killing people and all that, it's that you're not allowed to trust fuckin' anyone.." He sighed, running a hand through his hair, another gesture that made Husk's heart jump into his throat everytime he saw it. "Already told y'about Harold a while ago, but… There was another guy back then, met 'im at the casino. And fuck, he knew the game, was good at it without explanation. Henry kicked 'im out once he found out we… Talked. Banned 'im from the casino completely. Never got to see 'im again. Sometimes wonder what happened to the fucker…"

Husk took a few seconds to process that story. It sounded really, really fucking familiar. "…wouldn' happen to be the Rose D'Oro Casino in Vegas, would it?"

"Yeah, why'd y'ask?"

Suddenly, that familiar voice made a little bit more sense.

He nearly knocked the wine bottle off the table on accident, scrambling to hold it steady as he reached into his pocket with one hand. With a shaking hand, Husk pulled out a very old and faded black and gold die, with a rose in place of the one, placing inbetween them on the table. Naturally, Niss' eyes widened.

"…I think.. This is yours?"

More silence. Uncomfortable silence as they both just stared at the object on the table. And then Husk felt his bowtie being pulled on and, contrary to the feeling he was about to receive a punch, lips were crashing into his and holy shit fucking Arackniss was kissing him-

Husk swore he blacked out for a few seconds, because when he was coherent enough to know what was going on, the kiss was already over and he was lightheaded with both of them grabbing onto each other's shirts.

"…oh my god, it's fucking you-" It took a monumental amount of effort for Husk to just say that at the moment. He was pretty sure every bit of fur on his body was standing up straight in the air, his ears were pressed flat against his head, and damn his tail was moving happily, wasn't it?

Husk could feel his soul leaving his body as Niss smiled at him, truly and openly smiled. "…it's always been you…"

-----

 Soulmates are connected through time and space.

 Sometimes a distance can grow between the two.

 But no matter how far apart they become…

 …they'll always find a way back together.

 For better or worse

 Through sickness and in health

 Two souls were made for each other

 And when they come together

 All the broken pieces find their other halves

 And they are whole once again

-----

Taglist: @lunar-trash @silver-crowned-king @incorrect-hazbin-quotes @im-not-an-alcaholicokmolly @tophattippin @grape-scapegoat

[littlemissvincentvega]

the accident (vincent vega x reader)

“Fuckfuckfuck!!” The car swerves as your dumbass boyfriend yanks the steering wheel left, and you go screeching down the road. You grip the passenger seat for dear life with one hand, the other clamped on the roof handle-- Vincent had just accidentally shot a fucking stranger.

“Baby, I’m tellin’ ya, next time we go to Euro Disney you need to try a Royale with Cheese--”

You scowl at him. “Vince, for the last goddamn time, I’m fucking vegetarian.”

He puffs and blows. “Suit yourself.”

The two of you were parked in a McDonald’s parking lot chomping down on a midnight snack. He had arrived home from a job at just before 11pm, and after lazing about in bed complaining about being hungry, Vincent had driven you both to the nearest cheap drive-thru. 

“The fuck is this you’ve put on?” he sniffs, fiddling with the radio.

“It’s the radio,” you sigh, and he gives you a look. “Fuck you.”

He puts a hand on your thigh, mindlessly stroking his thumb along it as he concentrates on his fatass burger. You do the same with your fries, your right hand over his. There’s always something calming about eating junk food in the car together, and it’s something you and Vince did fairly often. Content in that moment, you gaze up at the blackened sky, when--

“Can you shut your fucking mouth when you’re eating please?” you huff, jerking your head round at him. His cheeks are stuffed with food, and he looks at you, eyes wide and offended.

“What?!” he spits, bits of food spewing through the air.

You cringe at him. “Oh my god, just chew with your mouth shut, you’re driving me nuts!”

“Christ, sorry.”

Not feeling so hungry any more, you dump your leftover fries in Vincent’s lap and rest your head on his shoulder. “Thanks for my food.”

“Mhm,” he mumbles, chewing. “Baby, wanna go for a little walk before we head home?”

“Sure,” you grin, kissing his cheek.

After he’s finished snacking, Vincent steps out of the car and comes round to your side, opening the door for you like a true chauffeur. He offers you a hand, smirking, and as you take it, kisses yours. You giggle, letting him spin you around in a dance, and take his hand. “Honey, you’re hot,” he says, followed by a long, rumbling burp and a childish giggle.

“Jesus, Vince,” you grin, shutting the car door and dragging him across the street. Living in Burbank had its perks, one of them being super close to the beach-- midnight walks along the shore were the reason Vincent thought he was a (as he put it) ‘natural romantic’. Bearing in mind this was the same guy who gave you all the gory details of when he accidentally blocked up Jules’ toilet. “C’mon, I wanna go walk along the shore.”

“Of course, baby.”

You excitedly lead him down to the beach, kicking off your shoes (there was nobody else on there) and feeling the cold sand between your toes. He does the same, bending down to take off his socks while you skip closer to the shore, shivering from the slight chill of the night. Not a minute passes and he jogs down, joining you. “Nights like these, huh,” he smiles, letting you cling to his arm as the two of you slowly walk along the beach. “Natural romantic, I told ya.”

“Sure,” you giggle. As the two of you enjoy your little stroll and have one of your mindless conversations, you tug on his sleeve. “Did you bring your gun?”

“Uh huh, why?”

“Just in case.”

With a smug look on his face, Vincent pulls out his gun and suddenly grabs you, pulling you close to him and prodding it against your waist. “I’m takin’ you captive,” he giggles.

You roll your eyes, smirking. “Why?”

His grip on you softens for a moment while he thinks. “Uh... havin’ too good a tits?” he grins, giving one of them a squeeze.

“Sleaze.”

“Aw, c’mon baby, you know I’m not with ya for your tits!” he protests. “I mean, you’re good at blowjobs too!”

“I know,” you smirk. “Anyway, you can’t shoot me, I’d stamp on your throat as a ghostie.”

“You wanna bet?” 

“No, I fucking don’t!”

Vincent chuckles to himself. “Suit yourself.” He fucks about with his gun as the two of you begin a steady walk back to the car, throwing it between his hands like a child-- it was as if he was trying to make himself look like an idiot.

“How old are you?” you scoff.

“Old enough to be your da-” he begins, but is interrupted by a deafening BANG! that almost knocks you off your feet. Looking at each other in horror, you and Vincent slowly turn to the man the bullet hit-- he’s sprawled on the sand, not moving.

“Vince...”

Your boyfriend looks around frantically. “Fuck, oh fuck, baby, what the fuck did I do?!” he panics, pacing back and forth. Luckily for you two, there’s nobody else to be seen, though you’re both spattered with blood (and a little bit of brain). After locking eyes with him for a couple of seconds, your instincts kick in and you grab his hand, running as fast as you can back to the car and dragging him behind you. He swings the car door open for you. “Get in, quick, baby,” he ushers, scanning the area.

As the car screeches around the corner, Vincent fumbles around the side compartment and yanks out his cellphone, shoving it in your hands without looking. “Call Jules, tell ‘im to tell Marsellus what the fuck just happened ‘cause no way am I gettin’ fuckin’ caught, nuh-uh, not today,” he rambles.

“Shut up and focus on not crashing the fucking car,” you say, dialling Jules’ cell. It doesn’t take long for him to pick up, like usual. “Jules? Can you hear me?”

“Vince, it’s fuckin’ one in the mornin’, fuck you, man, the fuck d’you want?!”

“Nonono, it’s me, it’s (Y/N), we’re in a situation, Vincent just shot a guy by accident again and told me to call you!”

You hear him sigh. “Shit. Where are you?”

“I don’t know, we drove off as soon as we could, uh, there’s like, blood all on us and stuff, I’m freaking out, he’s driving like a maniac, I don’t know what to do!” you cry, your breaths becoming hitched. 

“Alright, alright, be cool, (Y/N), I’ll call Marsellus now and tell him what the fuck happened. Tell that dumb motherfucker to go home and wait there.”

Anxiously, you gulp. “I will.”

“You cool?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, sweetie. Stay cool. I’m callin’ Marsellus right now, okay? Tell that fucker to drive safe.”

“I will,” you say. “Thanks Jules, bye.”

“What did he say?” Vincent asks, a little bit calmer than before. 

“He said he’s calling Marsellus now, and that we should drive home and wait there and you need to drive safely and I need to be cool.”

“Fair enough. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s cool. I’m cool, we’re cool.”

The usually five minute drive home seems so long and drawn out with the panic you two are in, but soon enough he pulls up in his usual parking space, slamming his foot on the brake and jerking you both forward. Without a word, the two of you immediately get out and speedwalk (arm in arm, ain’t no situation gonna kill your romance) into the apartment complex he lives at, then dash to the elevator. As the doors close, you both let out sighs of relief, looking at one another tiredly. “The fuck did we just do, baby?” 

“I don’t know, it’s scary,” you sniffle, clutching onto his hand timidly. He rubs his thumb against your hand, looking at you with a layer of guilt in his eyes-- Vincent never wanted to hurt you. True, he could be an insensitive asshole sometimes, but it was never his intent to upset you.

“I’m sorry, honeypie, it’ll be fine, it always is, huh?” he assures you, and the elevator doors open at the seventh floor. Hurriedly, he heads to his apartment (no. 52) and fumbles with his keys, trying to unlock the door. You trail behind him and as he opens the door, follow him into the apartment, still anxious. “So, uh, the fuck did Julie say again?” he asks.

The two of you go to his bedroom (well, your bedroom, as you always say, seeing as you stayed there often enough it was practically home) and you join him in sitting on the end of the bed. “We just have to wait at home, I think?”

“Alright.” He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. “I’m really sorry, lemonpie.”

“It’s fine, I just feel bad for the fucker you shot.”

“Why?”

You look up at him, scowling. “Vince, he’s a fucking person, that’s why!”

“Oh, yeah.”

Vincent was a sweetheart really, but he always found new ways to surprise you with his dumbassery. “God, look at your hair, look at all that shit-- let me comb it, babe, please!” you beg, burying your head in his neck and kissing it softly.

“Fuckin’ Christ, alright,” he huffs, and you jump up, fetching the comb from his en-suite. With a grin on your face, you kneel behind him on the bed, dragging the comb through his knotted, greasy (and not to mention bloody) locks. “Hey, not so violent, baby!” he cringes.

“Should’a thought of that before you chewed with your mouth open,” you retort.

“I said I was so--” he begins, but you flick the back of his head with a smirk. “Y’know, you’re bein’ a real little shit tonight.”

“You’re the one who shot an innocent stranger.”

“How the fuck d’you know he was innocent?!” he says defensively, turning around to face you. “I could’a done the world a favour there!”

“Well we’ll never know because you didn’t give the bastard a chance!”

Defeated, he turns back around, miffed. “It was only an accident,” he mutters under his breath. 

“Are you done complaining yet?”

“I’m not complainin’, I--”

You cut him off again with a flick to the back of his head, and continue combing out the clots of blood, cringing at the state of it. “Yuck, I think I need to wash your hair, this isn’t pretty.”

“No way, if fuckin’ Marsellus gets here or some other fucker workin’ for him and sees you washin’ my hair like I’m a baby, I’ll look like--” he splutters, trying to think of a word, “--like a fuckhead!”

“You looked like one before you shot that guy, you looked like one while you shot him, and you look like one now,” you retort.

He huffs. “Whatever, just fuckin’ wash it, I don’t even care. In fact, why don’t ya make it bright pink while you’re at it? Make me look even more fuckin’ stupid?”

“I’m tempted, but it’s not worth the effort,” you smile, hopping off the bed. “Wait there, babe.” Grinning to yourself at the opportunity, you head to the kitchen and fill up a large bowl (that you’d usually use for popcorn) with warm water. Sure, it had been overall pretty traumatic, but laughter was the best medicine, right? Giggling, you return to the bedroom and Vincent’s face drops.

“I’m not a fuckin’ dog!”

“I know, I love dogs. C’mon,” you say, placing the bowl on the floor, “dip your hair in, let me baptise you.”

“Fuckin’ Christ. Y’know what? Fine, just ‘cause I complained at you earlier and I’m a good boyfriend,” he growls, yanking off his jacket and leaving it in a scruffy pile on the bed. He lays on the floor and lets you gently dunk his hair in the bowl, then you squirt a little shampoo on his hair, massaging the blood from it. He quietens down after this, and it seemed to you like he was actually really relaxed by it-- you peek round his shoulder and see his eyes closed in contentment.

“You like it?”

“Mhm. Feels nice.”

Smiling, you run the comb through his hair again, and the blood seems to be coming out nicely-- though the moment is ruined when the door swings open and Winston Wolfe (along with Jules) struts in, followed by a burst of laughter. “Christ, Vega, is this a ladies’ salon?” Winston titters, and Vincent lets out a tired sigh.

“No!”

Jules can hardly contain himself. “Jeez, man, I was gonna leave it to Mr. Wolf to deal with this and go back to sleep, but man am I glad I came along!”

“It’s not fuckin’ funny!”

“Actually, it is,” smirks Winston. He looks across at you. “Honey, you wouldn’t fetch me a coffee, would ya?”

“No problem, Mr. Wolfe. Lots’a cream, lots’a sugar?” you grin, and he nods approvingly. This wasn’t the first time you’d met him and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last time, not with Vincent’s stupidity. As you totter off to the kitchen, Vincent stands up, scrubbing his hair sheepishly with a towel.

“She made me let her do it,” he mutters, giving the two guys a look.

“Hey, hey, leave the lovely lady alone. That girl just watched you shoot some innocent motherfucker and offered to wash that shit out your hair, so be fuckin’ grateful,” Winston growls. 

“Yeah, man, you want me to tell her you been shit talkin’ her?” Jules taunts.

“Fuck you, man, I wasn’t shit talkin’ her, fuck you!!” 

“Alright gentlemen, stop with the arguing and let me figure somethin’ out,” says Winston. “So, uh, bet it’s been a while since you’ve had shampoo on that greasy mop’a yours, huh?” 

Jules chuckles and, cursing under his breath, Vincent storms out to the kitchen, where you’re stirring the guys’ coffees. “Baby, tell ‘em to stop makin’ fun of me,” he whines, leaning against the counter.

“Christ, Vince, I’m not your mother, this isn’t a playdate!” you exclaim, rolling your eyes. It shuts him up for a moment.

After looking rather docile, he shuffles over to you. “Can I have a cuddle or somethin’?” he mutters.

“What was that?” you tease, putting a hand behind your ear.

He clears his throat. “Can I have a cuddle?”

Smiling, you wrap your arms around him, letting him cradle you. The two of you stand there swaying gently, his chest rising up & down beneath your head, and he lets out a sigh. Feeling guilty about the whole situation, Vincent squeezes his eyes shut. “I love you, honeypie,” he mumbles.

“I love you too,” you grin, stepping on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek. 

“Aaaawwwwwwwwww,” a voice says, and you turn to see Jules and The Wolf standing in the doorway, cackling away to themselves. “Love’s young dream,” Winston smirks. 

Almost instantly, Vince lets go of you and goes into defensive mode. “Fuck you man, fuck you!”

“No, it’s rather sweet, really. You love your little lady.”

“I know, shut up!” he complains, avoiding their eyes. “Can we just sort this shit out please?”

“Hold your fuckin’ horses, I need my coffee,” says Winston, smiling at you as you pass it him. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“No problem, Mr. Wolfe,” you smile.

“Oh, and good job on that asshole’s hair,” he adds, nodding at Vincent, who can’t help but snap.

“Fuck you!”