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just remembered that some people watched kinnporsche the series in its entirety, processed it, and moved on. they just.... Got Over It. wow

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hmmm. ok poll time just because i'm always curious what people's relationships to this topic are:

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REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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Chapters: 1/4 Words: 2508 Rating: E Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Macau Theerapanyakun & Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun

Summary: Vegas over-reacts following an argument about the dishwasher.

In this chapter:

There should be blood on the floor, Vegas thinks. He’d feel better for it—Vegas has tidied the consequences of arguments countless times, knows how to put his pieces back in presentable order almost by rote. This limbo can’t last. Something is coming. Something has to break, to punctuate all that anger. Shattered dishes, ringing ears, bruised skin. Life was miserably simpler, when Ba was around.

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Chapters: 1/4 Words: 2508 Rating: E Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Macau Theerapanyakun & Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun

Summary: Vegas over-reacts following an argument about the dishwasher.

In this chapter:

There should be blood on the floor, Vegas thinks. He’d feel better for it—Vegas has tidied the consequences of arguments countless times, knows how to put his pieces back in presentable order almost by rote. This limbo can’t last. Something is coming. Something has to break, to punctuate all that anger. Shattered dishes, ringing ears, bruised skin. Life was miserably simpler, when Ba was around.

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have you ever had a genuine crush* on a mutual?

*(in this case, a “crush” could be romantic, queerplatonic, or any other form of intense attraction)

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the aquarium said you are NOTHING compared to an eel

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what is the first thing that comes to ur mind when u think of the person u rb'd this from?

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➜ How the person you chose reacts? 

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The Magazine Quiz Conundrum (part 3)

Continuation from a conversation with @lu-sn lu and @supernovasimplicity boots. part 1 | part 2

“So,” Vegas says, carefully casual, “what did the quizzes say today?”

Pete, mouth full of delicious hand-pulled noodles, slides over his phone and the pictures he not-so-subtly snapped

Vegas scrutinizes the screen for a few moments. Finally says—“What a bullshit answer. Why would I steal your toothbrush?” He zooms in on Tankhun’s handwritten addition. “Haven’t taken any of your teeth, either.”

“Yeah, but it worked out okay,” Pete replies, muffled through the noodles. “I just picked my answer based on if you had.”

Vegas frowns. “It’s not your answer, then.”

“Does it matter? Like you said, it’s bullshit anyway.”

“…What would you have answered?”

“Probably depends on which tooth.” Pete swallows and goes for his next bite. “We can just take a quiz, if you want.”

Vegas mocks the idea but then gets weirdly intense when he’s the one taking the compatibility quiz (this quiz that will externally validate or repudiate his relationship with Pete)

He tries to answer based on how he thinks Pete will answer

He fails to realize that Pete is already doing the same for him

“Huh,” Pete says after he tallies their score. “Hold on, that doesn’t seem…huh.”

“What.”

…They scored a 7%

That evening, Macau walks in on the biggest sulkfest-pretending-it’s-not-a-sulkfest-because-these-quizzes-are-bullshit-anyway he’s ever seen

Macau takes the same quiz with Pete, just to prove it’s bullshit

They score an 89

“See?” Pete says after. “Now we know it’s nonsense.”

Macau snickers. “I dunno, I’m starting to come around on it.”

A moment later, seeing how tightly his hia’s fists have clenched, he relents—“I mean, obviously it’s bullshit, just look at this question. ‘What do you do when someone flirts with your lover in front of you’—‘shoot them on sight’ isn’t even given as an option.”

“That’s a bad one,” Pete agrees. “I figured the closest choice for Vegas would be the—” He flushes and shoots a glance at Macau— “seduction answer, so I picked that too.”

Vegas, who picked “stay calm and trust my lover to respond” because he (wrongly) figured that was the Pete answer, falls into a prickly silence

They discover the extent of the confusion a couple minutes later. Pete laughs—of course they failed when they were both trying to compensate for each other’s natural responses

Vegas does not laugh. He does not like the dots he's connecting

If this is the real explanation for Pete’s high scores with Tankhun, where else is Pete compensating for Vegas’s inadequacies?

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*things such as video game systems are not included in this poll

**your own, not a family/shared computer

reblog for reach/bigger sample size!!

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Saint Jellyfish Exhorter by seok young choi

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A year after the coup, Vegas asks Pete to teach him boxing.

My last fic of the year. It feels like a dream honestly. I'm so happy I got to write this for @cheresha after receiving a gift from them last year. I'm truly glad you enjoyed it, it was a pleasure to write this one for you ❤️ This was my source of inspiration for the story, in case you'd like to associate an image with Vegas doing (trying to do) boxing. This fic also marks the one year anniversary since @wretchedamaranth became my beta reader, so I'm overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings. They helped with this one too of course, tremendously so, and I am so, so grateful they've been a part of my writing journey, as well as one of the best friends I've ever had in my life. Thank you my friend, I don't know what I'd do without you. A special thanks to @musictooth too who, probably unaware of it, helped me get unstuck in how to write a specific vignette in the 1st chapter by making this gifset around a month ago. Your ideas are always so crunchy, thank you for sharing them with the fandom 💖 Last but not least, I'd like to thank a specific group of newly-found friends I've had the pleasure of getting to know these past few months. They wholeheartedly accepted all of me, and supported me throughout the process of writing this with their kind words. I adore you all, I'm so happy you're a part of my life. I hope you enjoy the fic. Hopefully I'll see you soon with its conclusion.

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The Magazine Quiz Conundrum (part 2)

From an excellent conversation with @lu-sn lu and @supernovasimplicity boots. Part 1 here.

By evening three, Vegas 100% knows Tankhun’s trying to quiz-trap Pete

He also vaguely knows he’s not supposed to tell Pete he can’t see his friends, because that would be controlling and Pete might leave if Vegas gets controlling

Pete will come home. He needs Vegas to feed him

And Vegas isn’t so pathetic he can’t get by on his own for an evening or three. He’ll just make dinner. Pete will come home. He’ll eat. It’ll be fine

(The fridge is at this point so overstuffed with the fruits of Vegas’s anxiety cooking that Macau’s getting concerned)

Pete meanwhile is four hours into Tankhun’s new quiz and getting twitchy. He’s started inventing reasons to call Vegas to “ask for quiz responses”

“You were born on a Tuesday, right?” he greets Vegas. Tankhun can’t hear Vegas’s response on the other end (not that he’s trying)

It’s a three-minute call at most. A lot of hums and yeses on Pete’s side—and not even an “I love you” at the end, which is promising

Except afterwards, Pete announces that he has to go now

But he’s barely started the quiz??

Pete gathers up the debunked quizzes Tankhun gifted him and begins to put on his shoes. “It’s dinnertime—”

“Eat here.”

“—and Vegas made hand-pulled noodles,” Pete explains, half-apologetically

And then he is simply gone

Tankhun watches on the security cameras as Pete exits the building and crosses the front sidewalk to meet Vegas, leaned up against his car flicking a lighter like a low-class goon

And—Tankhun makes Arm zoom and rewind so he can watch this part twice, then has him loop it for good measure—yes, that is a skip in Pete’s step the moment he sees Vegas waiting for him. Tankhun is steamed

Tankhun loves Pete. Pete was his most understanding bodyguard. Tankhun was the first to notice Pete missing, and the one who held a funeral for him, and the one who took him to Tankhun’s favorite place and sang karaoke at him to cheer him up when he was struggling

And here Pete is, telling him again and again in multiple-choice format that Vegas is a good cook and does thoughtful things around the apartment and cares for his (horrid) little brother and knows what Pete needs at the end of a long day

(Tankhun does not think to ask what Pete needs at the end of a long day, and Pete would not answer if he did)

Certainly it’s a lie and a facade—certainly Pete is brainwashed—certainly Vegas masterminded this whole plot as a slap in the face for Tankhun specifically 

And yet—

“Make more popcorn,” Tankhun snaps at Pol before the thought can complete itself. “Apparently the only thing Pete is loyal to is his stomach.”

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The Magazine Quiz Conundrum (part 1)

This bulletfic adapted from a delightful conversation with @lu-sn lu and @supernovasimplicity boots.

After a few awkward visits postcanon, Tankhun magnanimously decides to break the ice with Pete by giving him one of those “how compatible are you and your lover” magazine quizzes

The goal, he assures Pete, is to find Pete a different boyfriend figure out who Pete is because Tankhun doesn’t know anymore have fun. Tankhun is the best at fun, ask anybody

Naturally, Tankhun picks Vegas’s answers. He generously allowed Pete to answer for Vegas a couple times, but Pete kept choosing wrong and that cannot be allowed

And Pete’s type, going by the quiz, is a home cook who will respect Pete’s grandmother—really Vegas ought to save everyone some trouble and give him back now

…The quiz comes back “98% compatible”

The next quiz says “soulmates”

The sixth one proclaims “your love is HOT and SPICY 🌶️🌶️🌶️”

Well, a few of them were bound to be broken. Sometimes you can’t tell right away which quizzes are trustworthy and which ones will betray you in the end. Right, Pete? *tosses magazine into the growing pile behind the sofa*

Tankhun eventually decides they’re getting bad results because these quizzes are asking the wrong questions. How can you expect to learn the truth from a faulty premise?

He’ll just have to design his own quiz for next time Pete comes over

(By which he means he’ll write the first three questions and then delegate the rest to Arm and Pol with firm instructions to ensure that Pete fails)

(Wanting Pete to fail is not pettiness, by the way. Tankhun is awakening Pete to the truth—it’s actually the kindest thing he could do)

The result is a winding and incredibly specific quiz that features several pointed mentions of Pol getting shot and descriptions of Vegas’s general inability to love anybody

Pete navigates the quiz awkwardly but flawlessly. He scores “a love that spans lifetimes,” it’s horrid

Afterwards, Tankhun looks over the quiz outcomes and realizes that not just one but several of them are positive. Enormous oversight on Arm and Pol’s part

Tankhun only punishes them a little. This is still fixable. And at least while Pete’s playing magazine quiz with Tankhun, he’s not in that dreadful apartment with dreadful Vegas

Arm, make the next quiz infinite