#why are the boys in vegas?

[sparkymalone]

Secretly married and still pinning for each other

Alternative tittle; that one trip to Las Vegas where Peko took ONE night off

Fuyuhiko: I don’t even like drinking what could go wrong.

Drunk ass shirtless Hajime: Hey Fuyuhiko have you hear of belly shots.

Fuyuhiko:…..

The morning after naked in bed

Fuyuhiko: we are getting a divorce immediately.

Hajime: no one will ever know.

A year later still married for reasons.

At that school reunion were Hajime is obviously invited

Fuyuhiko pulling Hajime away from a handsy girl:  GET AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND.

It has taken me a long time, but here it is! A drabble!

Fuyuhiko awoke slowly, groaning at the splitting pain in his head. He was sure he had packed some painkillers, but he wasn't quite ready to get out of bed to look for them. He burrowed further into the blankets, hoping the warmth there would help ease his headache.

He froze as he found himself snuggling up against a warm body.

Sitting up abruptly, Fuyuhiko looked at his bedmate in alarm. Hajime lay beside him, sleeping peacefully, and Fuyuhiko felt a flood of different emotions running through him.

The emotion that took precedence was panic. Why the hell was Hajime in his bed? They had agreed to share a hotel room, sure, but they had separate beds, so what was Hajime doing? And… was he naked?!

Swallowing hard, Fuyuhiko lifted the covers slightly to confirm that it was true. Sure enough, Hajime was completely naked. And, he realized with concern, he was, too.

Fuyuhiko looked away, putting a hand over his face as he tried to keep his panic down. The familiar feeling of his rings against his skin was somewhat grounding, so he focused on that.

Which led to him realizing that he wore his rings on his right hand, but the hand on his face was his left.

He looked at his hand, startled, and felt a new wave of panic rise up. There was a gold band around his finger. A wedding band.

Fuyuhiko glanced between his new ring and the man in his bed, alarm bells blaring in his head. What the fuck had happened last night?!

***

It had started with Natsumi, as most of his problems did.

She had decided that she wanted to take a trip to Las Vegas, of all places, and she wanted Fuyuhiko to go with her. He had refused at first, thinking the whole trip sounded awful.

But then she invited Hajime, who had easily agreed to go. The look on Natsumi's face when she told Fuyuhiko the news clearly showed that this was a calculated move.

So he ended up saying yes to the trip, if only to get to spend time with his crush. He certainly wasn't proud of his reasoning, but he also wasn't going to pass up a chance to see Hajime for an extended period of time.

Especially since Hajime seemed so excited about the trip. He had never been on an airplane before, let alone an international flight, so the whole experience was new and exciting to him. It was ridiculously endearing, and Fuyuhiko had to fight to keep from smiling like a lovesick idiot every time he looked at him.

The trip was supposed to be Natsumi, Fuyuhiko, Hajime, and Peko, but at the last minute, Peko caught the flu and had to cancel. Fuyuhiko had to reassure her about a million times that he would be okay without her. Likewise, she had to reassure him that she would recover just fine.

The flight was pretty uneventful, aside from Hajime being a total dork. He kept looking out the window excitedly and telling Fuyuhiko about whatever he saw. The blonde thought it was insanely cute, but pretended to be annoyed, anyway.

They reached Las Vegas and found their way to the hotel. Natsumi had, of course, arranged for a lavish suite with separate bedrooms for the three of them to spend the weekend in. Fuyuhiko had assumed that they would each have their own room, so when he learned that there were only two bedrooms, he was immediately suspicious.

Natsumi didn't even hide her grin as she explained that she had booked this particular suite on purpose. One bedroom was meant for the girls and one for the boys, but since Peko didn't come, she would have her own room. Fuyuhiko glared at her, internally panicking at the thought of sharing a bedroom with his crush. He briefly considered sleeping on the couch, but decided against it, not wanting Hajime to get suspicious about his motive.

When he found out that they had separate beds, he felt a little better. It helped that Hajime didn't seem bothered at all. Besides, it wasn't like they were going to spend much time in the hotel room.

As soon as they were settled, they headed back out to enjoy the sights that Vegas had to offer. They had gone to a show, spent some time at the casinos (Fuyuhiko refused to gamble, but Natsumi made a killing at the poker table), and gone to one of the many themed restaurants.

In the evening, they ended up bar-hopping along the strip. Normally, Fuyuhiko didn't like to drink, but the other two had convinced him to cut loose, since they were on vacation. He had begrudgingly agreed after Hajime had bought him a specific drink he thought he'd like.

By their third bar, all three of them were a little drunk. When they left for the fourth bar, Natsumi had grinned and suggested a nearby gay bar. Fuyuhiko had turned red and was about to argue, but Hajime had excitedly agreed, probably thinking he was being very supportive of his friend. Despite his anxiety, Fuyuhiko agreed to go.

As soon as they walked in, the other bar patrons were all over them. Fuyuhiko's English wasn't perfect, but he was pretty sure all of the men who talked to him were flirting with him. They kept throwing around the word “twink,” though, and he had no idea what that meant.

Hajime, likewise, ended up surrounded by a lot of cute, lithe men. His English was even worse than Fuyuhiko's, so he wasn't entirely sure what was happening. He understood body language, though, so he figured it out pretty quickly.

They had lost track of Natsumi after a while, and Fuyuhiko probably would've been concerned, had some of the men at the bar not convinced a very drunk Hajime to take off his shirt. Several of the men, Fuyuhiko included, openly ogled Hajime's chest, making the brunette blush.

Someone had suggested the two of them try doing “belly shots,” another phrase Fuyuhiko wasn't sure he understood. He figured it out when the other patrons convinced Hajime to lay on the table and one of them poured alcohol into his navel. They cheered Fuyuhiko on, telling him to take the shot.

Absolutely mortified, Fuyuhiko looked to Hajime to see if he was okay with what was happening. The other man's expression made him blush. Hajime was watching him intently, slightly flushed and looking almost… excited?

So, following the others’ directions, Fuyuhiko cautiously put his lips over Hajime's bellybutton and drank the alcohol. He sat up, licking his lips, and looked at Hajime again. The brunette was biting his lip now, and Fuyuhiko felt a powerful urge to kiss him.

The men around them cheered and poured another shot into Hajime's navel, and Fuyuhiko obligingly slurped it up. The shots of straight liquor were a bit much for him, though, considering his small stature, and he tried to say he didn't want any more.

But the other men kept egging him on, and even Hajime encouraged him, and Fuyuhiko quickly lost track of how many shots he had taken. At one point, though, he remembered looking up at Hajime and feeling that same overwhelming desire to kiss him.

So he did.

He crashed his lips into Hajime's, finally giving in to the feelings he had been secretly harboring for ages. He let out a pleased moan when Hajime kissed him back, opening his mouth to let his tongue venture forth.

That was where Fuyuhiko's memories of the night became a little fuzzy. He definitely remembered making out with Hajime in the bar for a bit, and then his memory cut to them making out against a wall outside. In between kisses, he had confessed everything to Hajime, how much he loved him and how long he had felt that way. Hajime had happily told him that he loved him, too, and their desperate make-out had continued.

Somehow they had ended up walking down the street together, despite their drunken stumbling. Fuyuhiko had vague memories of one of them pointing out a drive-thru wedding chapel, then going into the chapel, then a blurry wedding ceremony, and then somehow they were back in the hotel room.

He had much more vivid memories of being pushed down onto the bed, Hajime's hot mouth on him, his clothes being peeled away, Hajime's body on top of him, inside of him, desperate moans pouring out of his mouth as their bodies tangled together for hours…

***

Fuyuhiko's face was bright red as he looked back at Hajime, who was starting to wake up. The brunette’s eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times before gradually focusing on Fuyuhiko's face.

“Hey,” Hajime greeted him hoarsely.

“...Hey,” Fuyuhiko hesitantly replied. They stared silently at each other for a long moment before he spoke again. “Um… How much of last night… do you remember?”

There was a pause as Hajime rubbed his eyes, still waking up. Fuyuhiko could see the exact moment that the question clicked in Hajime's mind. His cheeks flushed red and he sat up abruptly. “...Did we…?!”

Looking away, the yakuza heir nodded. His stomach was in knots and he wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, he was ecstatic that he and the man he loved had gotten married and spent the night together, but he hated that it had happened while they were blackout drunk. It had been stupid and impulsive, something they absolutely wouldn't have done under any other circumstances, and he was terrified of Hajime's reaction.

When he finally worked up the courage to glance back at Hajime, he saw him staring at the ring on his hand. “...Wow, okay…” Hajime muttered, face filled with concern. He looked over at Fuyuhiko, who quickly turned away. “Um… should we… talk about it?”

“What's there to talk about?” Fuyuhiko snapped, hiding behind the familiarity of anger. “We're getting a fuckin' divorce, immediately.” As much as he loved Hajime and wanted to be with him, this was definitely not how he wanted things to happen.

There was a pause before Hajime responded. “...Yeah, that's probably for the best.”

And what exactly did that mean? Fuyuhiko gritted his teeth, trying not to let his insecurities get the best of him. Hajime agreeing with him didn't necessarily mean anything. It was his idea, after all. “We can't tell anyone about this.”

“Right, yeah,” Hajime agreed, shifting in the bed. “But, uh… what about Natsumi?”

“We especially can't tell Natsumi!” Fuyuhiko snapped, turning back to the other man. “She’ll never shut up about it.”

Hajime laughed softly. “That's true.” He looked down at his hand again. “So… should we take these off?”

Looking down at the matching ring on his finger, Fuyuhiko felt his stomach twist. He didn't really want to take it off, but it wouldn't be right to keep wearing it. “Y-Yeah, I guess we should.” Before he could second-guess himself, he pulled the ring off and placed it on the bedside table.

Fuyuhiko climbed out of bed and started gathering up some clean clothes, trying not to think about how his bare ass was completely exposed. Hajime had already seen everything last night, after all, so there was no sense being embarrassed now.

So he was a little surprised when he glanced over his shoulder and caught Hajime staring at his body. Feeling a blush crawl up his neck, Fuyuhiko cleared his throat. “I'm, uh… gonna go take a shower.”

Hajime nodded, quickly looking away. “Okay. I'll probably take one after you.”

Fighting the urge to just invite Hajime to join him, Fuyuhiko disappeared into the bathroom. As he showered, he let his mind wander, going over what he remembered from the night before. This is why I hate drinking, he thought sourly.

As he pondered the night's events, though, he realized something. When he had confessed everything to Hajime, he had completely agreed, telling Fuyuhiko that he loved him back. Fuyuhiko felt his stomach twist at the idea that Hajime felt the same way, but he had no idea how to find out.

He had decided a long time ago that he wasn't going to act on his feelings for Hajime, since he was his best friend and Fuyuhiko absolutely didn't want to ruin that. Even still, the idea that Hajime could love him back was enticing. Maybe, once this whole marriage debacle was dealt with, he could figure out a way to talk to him about it.

The air between the two of them was awkward as they dressed and met up with Natsumi in the main room. She bitched at them for ditching her at the gay bar, but something about her expression said that she knew what was going on.

The day went fairly smoothly, with all three of them trying to enjoy their last full day in Vegas. By the time dinner rolled around, though, Fuyuhiko was ready for this trip to be over.

They went to a nice restaurant located in one of the casinos. As they were waiting for a table, Hajime commented that he was going to get a drink from the bar just across the floor. Fuyuhiko frowned at him. “Really? I can't believe you want to drink again after last night.”

Hajime frowned back at him, looking frustrated. “Just because you didn't like last night doesn't mean that I didn't.” And he left.

Fuyuhiko watched him go, stunned. He… liked what had happened? Which part? All of it? Shaking his head, the blonde furrowed his brow. Probably just the sex, he thought bitterly.

It was then that he noticed the look Natsumi was giving him. “What?!” he snapped.

“Nothing,” she replied, smiling smugly. “Just enjoying the lovers’ quarrel.”

Fuyuhiko scowled. “Shut the fuck up. We're not-”

“Hiko.” She gave him a pitying look. “I have ears. You two weren't exactly quiet last night.”

His cheeks flushed a dark red. “Wh–! That was-!”

Natsumi held up a hand. “Look, Hiko, I'm not judging you. I know how you feel about Hajime. If you want to fuck him while we're on vacation, good for you.”

Fuyuhiko gave a frustrated growl. “Can we stop talking about this?”

“No, because I have something else to say,” his sister told him. “I don't know what you two are fighting about, but you should get over it. This is your chance, right? You fucked, so clearly there's something there. Don't ruin it now.”

Glaring down at his feet, Fuyuhiko mulled over her words. It was true, all the signs pointed to Hajime liking him back, so why was he trying so hard to push him away? Maybe they really just needed to talk about what happened.

“Anyway, you better figure your shit out soon,” Natsumi told him playfully, “‘cause it looks like you're not the only one who's interested.”

Fuyuhiko whipped his head around, looking over at where Hajime was standing near the bar. A woman was talking to him, and, while they were too far away for him to hear what was happening, she was obviously flirting. Hajime was smiling back, and the sight made Fuyuhiko's chest ache.

The woman laughed in a deliberately charming way, reaching out a hand to trail down Hajime's arm. She stepped closer, batting her eyelashes at him, and moved her hand to rest on his chest.

Before he realized what he was doing, Fuyuhiko was out of his seat and striding towards them. As soon as he reached them he shoved his way in between the two, crossing his arms as he looked down his nose at the woman, despite her being slightly taller than him. “Get away from my husband,” he growled.

The woman's eyebrows shot up and she immediately stepped back. “Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea he was married.”

“Well, he is,” Fuyuhiko retorted, trying to ignore the embarrassment he could already feel creeping in. “So fuck off.”

She scampered away and Fuyuhiko slowly turned to regard Hajime. The taller man was looking at him incredulously, clutching his drink in a white-knuckle grip. “...What the hell was that?”

Fuyuhiko flushed and looked away. “N-Nothing. Forget it.” He started to walk away, but Hajime caught his wrist.

“Don't walk away from me,” he muttered, stepping closer. “You called me ‘your husband.’”

“Don't read into it!” Fuyuhiko snapped. He tried to jerk his hand away but Hajime held on. “I just didn't like the way she was touching you.”

“Why?”

The question caught him completely off-guard. “W-Why?”

Hajime was looking at him earnestly. “This morning you acted like you didn't want anything to do with me, so why do you care about some girl flirting with me?”

Fuyuhiko stared back at him, not sure how to answer that. He glanced around, very aware that they were in the middle of a crowded casino. This wasn't really the place for this conversation, was it?

“I… I told you last night,” he admitted in a hushed voice, not sure if Hajime would be able to hear him over the din of the room.

Hajime took another step closer. “Told me what?”

“How I feel about you, jackass,” Fuyuhiko grumbled, looking away in embarrassment. He could feel his cheeks burning. “I'm… I've had feelings for you for like… forever. So I don't want to watch some bitch put her hands on you, okay?”

There was a pause. “...Then why don't you want to be married anymore?”

Fuyuhiko looked up at Hajime in surprise. “What?!”

Hajime was as red as Fuyuhiko felt, but he forged ahead. “We got married because we're in love, right? So why do you want… a divorce?”

The yakuza heir's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment as he processed Hajime's words. “...We’re in love?”

Hajime nodded, sliding his hand down to twine his fingers together with Fuyuhiko's. “...I love you.”

Fuyuhiko gaped at him, his heart leaping into his throat. “You…”

“And you love me, right? That's what you kept saying when we…” Hajime glanced away, face flushed.

It was true, Fuyuhiko had memories of professing his love to Hajime over and over as he clawed at his back, but he had hoped that the other man didn't remember. His face turned beet red. “O-Of course I do, but-”

“Then… why do you want to get divorced?” Hajime asked. “I mean, I know this wasn't the ideal way to get married, but… I'm still happy that we did. Aren't you?”

And for a moment, Fuyuhiko had to wonder why he had ever had a problem with the current situation. “...Yeah, of course I am.” He finally let himself relax, squeezing Hajime's hand gently. “...I think I just got into my own head. I spent so long convincing myself that you could never feel the same way I do, so even when you were telling me to my face, I couldn't believe it.”

Hajime smiled slightly. “Is that all?”

Fuyuhiko glared up at him. “Shut up. We were both completely fucked up last night, so of course I'm not gonna believe anything either of us said, y’know?”

“Well, we're both totally sober now,” Hajime offered. He held up his glass. “I haven't even had any of this yet. And I'm telling you that I still love you.”

The blonde lunged forward, kissing him clumsily. “I love you, too,” he murmured before kissing him again.

Hajime happily returned his kisses, holding him close. After a moment, he pulled away enough to ask, “So do you still want to get divorced?”

Fuyuhiko gazed seriously back at him. “I still think it was really stupid of us,” he started, leaning against the taller man. “But… I want to stay married.”

Smiling tenderly, Hajime leaned in to kiss him again. “Me, too,” he murmured.

Eventually, they found their way back to Natsumi, who was already seated in the restaurant, sipping a martini. “You boys done fighting?” she asked with a smirk, making it clear that she had seen the whole thing.

“Shut up,” Fuyuhiko grumbled.

“Yeah,” Hajime replied at the same time.

Giggling, Natsumi shoved some menus at them. “Great. Figure out what you want to eat. I already ordered. I didn't want to wait for you and your dumbass boyfriend.”

“Dumbass husband, actually,” Fuyuhiko corrected her, smirking at Hajime, who flushed and smiled. They joined hands under the table, ignoring Natsumi's shocked exclamation in favor of gazing at each other lovingly.

Me: I'm going to write a short drabble for this prompt.

Also me: *writes 3413 words*

But yes, hopefully that's kinda what you wanted, anon? I changed the bit about being at a reunion a year later for the sake of making it shorter. I hope you don't mind, lol.

And I'm slowly getting to my other prompts, so if you sent me something a while back, don't worry! I'm going to write it!

[leocatbread]

oh shoot

also finnaly my first new vegas post

[f1-stuff]

what is this behavior… 🤨

[dykedvonte]

See I know that weed would be like super weak as a chem in Fallout but it would be so much funnier if all these hardcore chem users can’t handle the smallest dose of weed cause it’s like a pure non-irradiated strand and they’d lack any tolerance for canabanoids.

Contrarily, all vault dwellers have high tolerance as it’s like the only pre-war drug people could’ve snuck into the vaults and wastelanders look at vaulties crazy cause they’re like. “Oh I don’t do heavy chems *takes a bong rip that’d send a super mutant behemoth into a coma*”

[schleen-machine]

More Boy Scout Posting

[mmpookie]

ARCANA TWILIGHT 12TH FLOOR SPOILERS‼️

Part 2 of my arcturus doodles ✌️

grrrrthe arky brainrot since the 12th floor came out has consumed me

[azures-grace]

New Vegas sketch dump

Featuring some goobers

[glxybld-mustdie]

going through instagram stories and Andy’s wife posted a part of fob’s concert and of course it had to be Bang The Doldrums (aka my favourite song)(aka i cried to that song multiple times)(aka the petekey song)(aka yes i cried when i heard it on the story)

im so gonna watch the whole mcr concert (i’m gonna cry the whole time)

also fob’s concert, even if i’m gonna cry again when btd comes up

goddamnit guys why do you have to make me cry so much

[fallout-lou-begas]

good god did René Auberjonois put his whole auberjonussy in this performance

[leia-connor-vas-serenity]

On the one hand, the Fallout New Vegas quest "Come Fly with Me" is a good example of really making you work for the non-violent solution. It takes effort to be a good person in this world, when shooting everyone would accomplish your goals much more quickly. That's a compelling point for a game to make. On the other hand, sneaking around INVISIBLE NIGHTKIN IN TUNNELS is a fucking nightmare every time I play and makes me want to punch things.

[canyourscienceexplainthis]

Re-watching kinnporsche and bruh Vegas and Kim are playing chess while everyone else is playing strip poker like these guys are strategizing and scheming and everyone else is just getting naked

[polydamnory]

Redactober Day 5: Avior

I can’t draw men lol I triedddddd but I don’t think I succeeded. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very proud of this design, but I don’t think I executed it quite the way I wanted.

Also, do not expect me to participate in even most of the days for this, I only have like 3 of the guys designed and I really struggled figuring those 3 out (again, I cannot draw men).

Anyways, here’s my fancy pretty boy who definitely knows more than you do and is not afraid to show it! I love him!!!

[yujeong]

potential smut prompt: (as sexual or nonsexual as you like) vegaspete eating food off of each other. it's on brand, c'mon ;)

Hello anon! Again, apologies for the delay in answering this ask, as well as answering the two you sent me backwards, but I was a bit stuck on this one: the idea you gave me is one of my favourites actually, but it was difficult to... express in writing form (the mental images it caused me were very vivid for some reason though lmao). I hope you enjoy this very weird concept and snippet ❤️ I'm sorry if it isn't exactly what you meant when you sent it to me. CW: handjob, unadvised use of ice cream -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was something that should be giving Vegas joy. Instead, it only brought him irritation. "Why do you always eat Macau's leftovers?" The sun was almost hidden, casting hues of orange and red on their exposed bodies. The temperature was high but a gentle wind was blowing, a pleasant change to the previous days spent at Pete's hometown. Pete licked the ice cream twice before replying. "Why not? I like this flavor." "You're not his fucking dog!" Vegas had clearly been sitting on the wooden dock for too long; that must be the reason he was acting like a child right now. Pete grew rigid before he relaxed again next to him, continuing to eat his treat seemingly without care, letting it melt all over his fingers. "You made a mess of yourself," Vegas said then, grabbing Pete's wrist to bring the cone closer to his mouth. He licked Pete's index finger clean in a hurry, before the drop of vanilla could go lower, and that was when he realized the change. He felt Pete suck in a shallow breath before he heard it. He lifted his gaze to see Pete's eyes focused on him, his lips parted, his pupils dilated. He was too easy to read sometimes. Vegas couldn't help but smirk as he continued; he moved on to Pete's middle finger, then his ring finger, then his pinky, slowly, interchanging between using his lips and his tongue, savoring the taste of sugar and Pete's skin, staring at Pete's expression crumbling under his desire the whole time. The desire for more. Vegas would never deny him. With his right hand being free, he swiftly grabbed Pete's dick under his swimsuit, bathing in the delight of finding him half-hard already. "Vegas..." "The sun is almost down. We won't be seen." It wasn't a certainty and both of them knew it, but Vegas didn't really care. All that was important right now was giving Pete what he craved. He could have jerked Pete off dry just fine - they'd done that before plenty of times - but something about that ice cream melting all over Pete was tantalizing. It made Vegas want it to cover more than just Pete's hand. "Let's use some of that," he told Pete who blinked in confusion, whose mouth opened even more when he figured out what Vegas was doing with his palm, before he shoved it under his swimsuit again. Pete came quickly after a couple of strokes, panting and smiling and laughing at Vegas who was starting to feel a little gross with the mess he'd made. "It's your fault for being a clumsy eater," Vegas said, unable to drop his own smile. He was feeling good. His body hadn't betrayed him yet; the beach was right there for them to clean themselves up later if they wanted to. For now, he was content kissing Pete breathless as he dropped the rest of the ice cream and became very eager to return the favor.

[dykedvonte]

Benny would be thrilled by Nick Valentine. Like I know the concept of synths and replacing people would initially shock him but I don’t think for long.

He’s not a technology guy by any means but he certainly appreciates it and understands what it can do. He’d be pro-synth and synths at people for purely pragmatic reason at first but seeing some noir detective would have him thinking of all the ways he could improve on his plan if he had that tech for Yes-Man.

If Yes-Man could pass as human he’d have no reason to hide him and could even have him buddy up with the rest of the Chairmen! Even if he’s found out and House wants him and especially synth Yes-Man out their is a loyalty to them that is only made stronger that Yes-Man looks like them now. It’s also such a complex thing for Yes-Man too now to struggle with “humanity” in a new context and his teacher tragic being Benny Fucking Gecko.

[getosugurusbangs]

what if i said i actually love too weird to live, too rare to die and think it’s underrated. what then.

[lunarelly]

pls the character design screen in new vegas has such horrible lighting, i could not tell wtf i was doing half the time AND NOW IM REALIZING THST MY LITLE GUY HAS NO EYEBROWS