Fit: This fcking edgelord, this fcking edgelord, motherfcking "crawling in my skin, these wounds, they will not heal" ass btch. [Looking at chat] Uberchain says "Get away from him, get a job."
Fit: [Sarcastically] Oh, I'm sorry! Oh, have I upset some of you in the stream chat? You say "my husband"— don't make me say it. You're a Huevito, so don't you mean OUR husband? Some of you forget, this works both ways. Just like Ramon is our child, your Sebastian is our husband! Chat, it works both ways! It takes two to tango, a street goes in two directions. Even a one-way if you're ambitious enough.
Chatter: So is Pac our boyfriend?
Fit: Whoa— wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, WAIT A MINUTE— There's an asterisk! There's an asterisk, ok? There's an asterisk. You forget though– [Laughs] Rules for– [Laughs again] Ok: rules thee, not for me. Rules for thee, not for me. Rules for thee, not for me. That's right, so you're up sht creek, sorry about that. Too bad, so sad. Better luck next time. RIP bozo, rest in piss.
"If I'm doing Stardew Valley co-op with Pac later in the week, then technically I'm gonna have to cheat on somebody. Cause, I mean, Pac was here first, so. Im gonna have to cheat on somebody. I mean I'm Italian, I'm genetically like... I'm gonna cheat."
INSANE QUOTE FROM FITMC 😭😭😭 THIS IS WHY PEOPLE THINK YOU TWO ARE DATING IRL
Okay but let FitMC's little AO3 jumpscare be a lesson to some of you; CCs aren't as dumb or oblivious as you think. You can say "what they don't know can't hurt them" all you want but I PROMISE YOU they know. They might not say it. But they know it's there, even if they aren't seeing it. Whether it's writing or drawings or whatever else. They know.
I Just Want to Set a Flame in Your Heart by iridescentpull
Ongoing | T | 2,892
Fallout AU | Enemies to Lovers | Apocalypse
Pac’s pissed off.
Scratch that– he’s more than pissed. He’s angry, grieving, desperate, heartbroken... there is no word in the English or Portuguese language to explain what he’s feeling. He can feel the emotions swirling inside his chest, his stomach, and his throat; threatening to pour out of him at an alarming rate. He’s upset at the world, hateful of the fact that it’s continuing to turn while his life is falling apart.
Today was supposed to be good, it was supposed to be the best day of his entire goddamn life. He was supposed to be fucking married, in his new home with his new husband. He was supposed to finally accomplish the goal the Vault has placed on him since he was a child.
He was supposed to finally feel worth something, to be happy.
Instead, he’s here, in the ruins of the Vault he has called his home his whole life, surrounded by blood and corpses and screams, while his best friend is being taken somewhere and there's a raider locked in his room.