#Pete is playing Vegas.

[auseyre]

Prompt 8-Favorite Scene part 2

Bits that make me scream

Vegas putting his gun in his non-dominant hand because Pete shot him to keep him from using his gun hand. He expects to die right here but Korn of course won't even let him have that.

Kinn and Pete paralleling, asking Porsche and Vegas not to pull a gun on Korn in exactly the same way.

Pete wanting to run after Vegas immediately but realizing that he has to do this properly to appease Korn and for his own sense of duty to some extent.

Pete thanking Korn for his mercy in not killing Vegas - yeah this one breaks me. Legitimately if any character in the entire series should be the next head of the mob, it's Pete.

I consider this one long, perfect scene.

[tinycowboybro]

KP ANNIVERSARY WEEK 4

favorite couple: VegasPete 🔪

heeeeyyyyy guys don’t mind me just dropping this off rq 🙂

sorry it’s incredibly domestic lmao i wasn’t sure if i wanted to post it but i need soft things in my life and i think they are allowed to be sweet as a treat every now and then (i’ll spare them the horrors for now)

vegas definitely gets that overwhelming feeling of like “holy fuck i love you ???” after looking over at pete and seeing like the curve of his cheek or the bow of his lip or the way his hair fans out on the pillow. just tiny details that only he gets to see up close and the flood of emotions that come from that realization

and of course he has no idea wtf to do with that so he’s probably kinda weird about it but like

same

so

enjoy my cringe dialogue and doodle of them 🤝

[laurenkmyers]

vegaspete the au series: special agent pete saengtham is sent on a secret mission to assassinate the head of the minor family, vegas theerapanyakul- but the elusive mafia leader proves difficult to kill, especially when pete finds himself neck deep in vegas’ world of dark seduction. will pete be able to find a way out and complete his mission? or will he let himself be consumed by lust, addiction, obsession, and something far more dangerous...love?

[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

[tumsa]

But one day you would show me you And that's all I knew

(vegaspete + angel by river styx)

[snickerdoodlles]

Very Important Question about Vegas's Youtube era: how colorful is his cookware? Did Macau and Chay get him pink and green pineapple patterned mini-muffin trays?

Vegas's kitchen is so colorful. his kitchen looks like a cute kitchen pinterest board threw up all over it. nobody can tell if his aesthetic is retro or industrial or countryside or what, because it's this eclectic mishmash of individually cute instagram worthy things thrown together in a way that almost works but doesn't, because a proper pinterest board is always a hot fucking mess when taken in its entirety.

it first begins with items of whimsy. Macau shows Vegas a picture of a dinosaur ladle, Vegas says "what the fuck is that? father would never allow for those" and that alone manifests 12 of them in his shopping cart. feels very weird about it when they arrive and banishes the box of them to the forgotten corner of a cupboard. then Macau buys Pete his first pineapple jar. and like. it's a pineapple. that's all it is. Pete sticks it in Vegas's kitchen and Vegas is stuck staring at a ceramic pineapple that just looks like a pineapple, unable to figure out why it feels weird. Macau gets Pete a second pineapple jar, except this time it's also an owl face, and Vegas can't figure out why he wishes he was looking at that one instead of the regular pineapple one. he wants to hurl both of them at a wall so hard they leave a dent as they shatter. he wants to put them in a window where they'll be framed as the sun rises on them. he buys a spatula with a bee pattern on a whim all by himself and is so on edge about it for the next two weeks he whips welts onto (a very happy) Pete's back.

over the course of time, all of Vegas's kitchen supplies become items you'd expect to find on pinterest. bird salt and pepper shakers. cutely bland patterned jars labeled COFFEE and TEA. an industrial chic spice rack that sits under his cottagecore herb wall. highly specialized mini pans that make foods in special shapes. so many pastel pots and pans. at first Vegas is always saying stuff like "someone got that for me" or "my father would hate it." but it's not about that. later he's defiantly indifferent and daring about owning them at all. but it's not really about any of that either. it's really just...Vegas letting himself have cute things. things that would be called ~girly~ or ~ruin~ his image. there's actually several items he's just neutral about (like the soft pastel colors--not really his thing tbh! but a good pot is a good pot) or even sometimes dislikes (mini muffin trays = yay!, mini pans that only cook one(1) thing = frustration)-- but like. Vegas is allowed to have them. he's even fine to like them if he wants to. it doesn't matter that he has them. the image they paint of him doesn't matter. and that feeling of just owning cutesy, whimsical, or downright weird kitchen shit as he pleases without it being anything else is its own high for Vegas and his traumas ❤

[crescentlyautumn]

The first chapter is up, of my unhinged VegasPete fic Break My Skin And Drain Me. Please enjoy this wild first chapter.

🩸🫦

[nikkotinamide]

last artwork of the year is what my mind's eye pictured reading the VP howl's moving castle AU by @xxhappy-chickenxx I didn't know I needed (macau-cifer is the cutest ever)

edit: close-ups

[yujeong]

I'm returning home from a Maneskin concert and of course I have to turn this experience into a Pete experience somehow, so

Dumb Pete-simp bitch thought of the day:

Macau and Pete go to a concert together - Vegas Enjoying Music? Disabled!Vegas being able to go to a concert? Not in my post-canon - and Pete is mostly there with Macau because he wouldn't stfu about it (it's some rock or metal band Pete isn't aware of) and he wanted company and Pete is there mostly in bodyguard mode and he lets the noise and the screams go past him and he maybe zones out for a few moments and he curses himself that he does because Macau could end up in danger when he's not paying attention! Pay attention you fucking idiot!

...that's where I was going to end this thought, but then I remembered how I saw a few people cry when THE LONELIEST played (very nice song, hadn't heard it before, but I'm fixing that), so I'm adding another one:

Pete suddenly getting emotional, too emotional to be able to hide it, by a random ass song the band is playing and it doesn't even have to be a ballad or sth, just the sound of it, the words being said, the face of the performer saying them, Pete doesn't know why but he's suddenly trembling, and he can't take his eyes off the stage, and he's shedding tears he can't control and Macau looks at him with a smile on his face, because holy shit, P'Pete is actually a human being, and Pete is embarrassed but can't stop it, and maybe he hugs Macau to hide his face from him.

(Of course Macau got a picture and of course he's showing Vegas and of course Vegas gets emotional because Pete got emotional and Macau kind of regrets showing Vegas it happened at all, but he still smiles at his brothers trying to help each other)

[peachym00]

Pete looked at his phone to find it was half past three in the morning. Knowing he would lie awake until the sun came up unless he could adequately distract himself, he rolled out of bed, careful not to disturb Vegas.

Tiptoeing to the kitchen, he made some tea and sat at the counter until he finished it when the sudden creak of the door made Pete violently jump. The cup he was still holding fell to the floor and smashed against the unforgiving tiles.

Pete turns to look at the intruder, and they stare at each other in stunned silence.

“Shit,” Macau whispers loudly, which would have made Pete laugh if he was in a better mood, “Don’t move; I’ll sweep that up before you cut yourself.”

“Be careful,” he frowns as Macau sweeps up the mess even though he’s also barefooted.

“P’Pete, please don’t mother me whilst I’m saving you from the impending doom of tiny pieces of ceramic stuck in the bottom of your feet; my heroic work can’t afford distraction.”

This makes him smile, and he pretends to zip his mouth shut. When he’s finished, Pete thanks him, and he watches Macau hunt through the fridge.

“Is that what brought you down here in the middle of the night, your stomach?” He teasingly questions, watching him grab some leftover food and settle beside Pete on the counter. The heathen doesn’t even wait for the food to cool down after re-heating it; he just shoves it straight into his mouth.

“Yeah, my stomach is no joke when it comes to food,” he flaps his hand in front of his mouth in an apparent attempt at cooling down his mouthful, “when it’s hungry, I listen. Or I turn into a hangry beast.”

“You definitely get that from Vegas,” he snickers, ignoring the look he gets.

“What brings you to the kitchen in the middle of the night?”

“Oh, just couldn’t sleep, the usual.”

Macau nods knowingly, continuing to eat. “Nightmares?”

He pauses, almost denying it but deciding to be honest.

“How did you guess?”

“I know you’re jumpy, but that was a bit much, even for you.”

“I guess that was a pretty solid giveaway,” he smiles, embarrassed, but Macau just smiles back, kindly, in a way that Pete knows is completely sincere.

The door creaks for a second time, yet again making Pete jump, though not quite as violently this time.

“We need to oil that door,” he exclaims, making Macau snigger, placing a hand over his chest to feel his heart racing.

“What are you two doing?” Vegas asks, squinting his eyes in the dim light of the kitchen. His hair was messy like he’d been running his hands through it. Pete thought he looked cute.

“Nothing, just hanging out,” Macau chirps, swinging his legs under the table for good measure.

“You should be asleep.”

“You’re right, it’s late,” Pete says before Macau can reply; he doesn’t look Vegas in the eyes as he gets up to leave. “I should get back to bed.”

He can feel Vegas looking at him as he walks past, the weight of his stare bearing down on him. “Well, goodnight then,” Pete calls, faux cheerfully and awkwardly leaves the room.

He stops outside the door, cursing himself for acting so uncouthly. As he moves to properly leave, he catches their conversation.

“What was that about?” he hears Vegas ask sullenly.

“P’Pete smashed a cup because I scared him when I came in.”

“I know; it woke me up; he left the bedroom door open.”

“He had a nightmare,” Macau says pointedly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” More silence. “That’s all you have to say? Aren’t you going to see if he’s okay?”

“He probably doesn’t want to talk to me right now.”

“I wouldn’t even want to look at you if I were him, but this is P’Pete we’re talking about; I don’t think there’s anything you could do to stop him from talking to you.”

Vegas doesn’t reply.

[auseyre]

Prompt 8-Favorite Scene -part 1

There are 6 people whose goddamn lives are falling apart in this scene(well, more than they already had) and then there's Korn, playing puppet master.

I'm firmly in the "Nampheung is faking it completely" school. I think everything about her body language screams that she's holding herself back because Korn is such a threat to the people she loves. She does not move behind him, pretending to be in the state he claims until Porsche calls her Ma and she realizes that's her boy.

Also, something neat, though I don't know if was an intentional acting choice or not. When Nampheung is trying to figure out the best way to handle this, her eyes move constantly from side to side, something that Porsche also does when he's trying to assess a situation and figure out the best way to handle it.

ETA-When Nampheung goes over to Korn she grabs his gun arm...lightly but she keeps her hand on it until his focus is off Porsche and back onto Gun. I don't think that was an accident because when he's arguing with Gun she is clutching her dress like she wants to grab his arm again and has to physically restrain herself. She can only protect one of them and she chose Porsche (rewatching this scene over and over puts me also firmly in the - she did love Gun school of thought)

Bits that get me screaming

Kinn's constant little disappointed, despondent, disbelieving head shakes. Sorry, brah but no matter how many times you do it, it's not gonna make your father any less of a monster or any of this not true.

Porsche grabbing his head because Korn and Gun arguing is making him flashback to that day again.

(see part 2)

[lu-sn]

"Can I get a history check?" Pete asks.

Chay hums, flipping through his notes. "What are you trying to remember?"

"Have I seen or heard of Vegas taking physical abuse from his father before? Rumors, maybe?"

Chay taps his chin for a long moment. "Roll for perception instead."

Everyone at the table groans. Pete slaps a hand over his eyes.

"Can't believe you're doing Pete dirty like that, Chay." Porsche claps a hand onto Pete's shoulder in sympathy.

"What's your record on perception rolls, again?" Macau says. He starts ticking off on his fingers. "Failed that check on Kinn, then that other check on Hia, then the one on Porsche, and then on Porsche, and then Porsche—"

"Leave me alone," Pete says, muffled into his hand.

"Least it's better than his deception throws," Porsche snickers. "Haven't seen you get anything above a five in weeks—"

"He's just a little clueless, aren't you, Pete," Vegas says, arms crossed, mirth clear on his face.

"Fine, you bastards," Pete mutters, grabbing his die.

"You know what, Phi," Chay interjects, right as Pete rolls, "I'll give you advantage on this one."

"Holy shit," Porsche says, leaning over Pete's dice box. "He's not gonna need it."

"Nat twenty," Pete breathes out.

"Dude!" Macau yells. "Absolutely sick—"

"Phi," Chay tries to speak over the uproar, "can you — Macau, shut up — Phi, can you tell the table about your own father?"

Pete leans back. "When I was little, my father put me in muay thai, and he used to, uh," he grimaces, "beat me up after matches, if I lost."

Chay nods. "You watch Gun punch Vegas, and you immediately recognize this as a mirror of what happened to you in your past. You can also tell that this isn't new, that Vegas is used to taking these kinds of beatings, and he's used to bearing them in silence. Vegas is scared of his father — and Gun does not give a shit about his son, outside of how Vegas can be useful to him."

The table is hushed.

"Well," Pete says eventually. "That's just... great."

"Is Pete's background common knowledge?" Vegas asks suddenly.

"Nope," Chay says.

"Well," Vegas makes a note, "I'll wager that knowledge becomes a lot more relevant very, very soon."

Chay smiles, impish. "We'll see."

(inspired by this post from @veliseraptor)

[raelle-writing]

A Day in the Park

A series of dates where Vegas and Pete heal their inner children together. Date one: in the park.

Short VegasPete fic, posted as a twitfic and edited a little for Tumblr. Fluff, rated T.

Vegas spent a truly frustrating morning stuck in the shop, haggling over the price of new tires for his Ducati, and when he got home all he wanted to do was cuddle up to Pete for a while and decompress. It was the weekend, so Macau would be around, which meant sex was unlikely. But Vegas didn't care. He just wanted to be with Pete for a while and fucking 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 for once.

So he was a bit annoyed when he got back to the condo and discovered that Pete wasn't there. And neither was Macau, for that matter.

It wasn't like they were obligated to wait for him at home, of course. Still, it irritated him. He just wanted some downtime with Pete! And he had a headache. And where were they, anyway?

He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to Pete to check.

Still a bit annoyed, Vegas put his phone away and left. He knew what park they'd be at - the one close by, with a big open grassy patch, walking paths, and a playground. It only took about eight minutes for him to walk there. And, already, Vegas felt slightly less irritable.

It really was a nice day. Not too hot, with a nice breeze, sunny, gorgeous. He couldn't help unwinding a bit as he made it to the park and then spotted two familiar figures sitting on a blanket on the grass nearby. They both glanced up and waved as he drew close. Macau made a face at him. "Should've known you'd crash our date."

That made Pete laugh and shake his head, beckoning Vegas over. Vegas shot Macau a small glare before kicking off his shoes and climbing onto the blanket, settling with his head in Pete's lap.

Pete shaded a hand over Vegas' eyes to protect him from the bright sunlight. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," replied Vegas softly, smiling up at Pete.

"You're both disgusting. Let's eat before I lose my appetite," interrupted Macau, and Vegas shot him another glare.

But he didn't protest. Nor did he sit up. Instead he just made puppy-dog eyes at Pete until Pete rolled his eyes and started feeding him bites from their street food. Macau let out a very long-suffering sigh, but didn't protest, and before long their food was gone.

Vegas was undeniably in a better mood and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the sun on his skin and his head in Pete's lap. Pete's fingers toyed with his hair and it was so nice and relaxing. He loved these little moments with Pete. Moments he never thought he'd get to have.

A noise disturbed him and he opened his eyes, Pete shading his gaze again, to see Macau standing up. "I'm going home," he announced, making a face at them. "I don't want to feel horribly single for hours because of you two. Bye!"

Vegas wondered if he should feel guilty as he watched Macau walk away. But he didn't. Macau would find someone someday, and besides, he'd gone through enough. He deserved time with Pete. After everything.

They spent quite a while just lounging in the sun together, chatting, and then silent, drowsing. Though Vegas wasn't entirely able to sleep because of the sounds coming from the nearby playground. He wasn't annoyed, necessarily, by the chatter from the children. In fact, he found it kind of cute the way they called and laughed and played... although it made him sad.

He'd never been allowed to play on playgrounds as a child. It wasn't safe, and Gun disapproved of "play" because he believed Vegas should be focused on training to become his heir. And Vegas had never cared - never wanted friends. He didn't think he was missing anything.

But now, as an adult... he did. He felt the loss, not having carefree memories of his childhood. He realized, at some point, that he was looking off to the side and watching children play on the swings. Pete's fingers stroked his hair softly.

"Hey." Vegas glanced up and found Pete looking down at him, a sparkle of something playful in his eyes.

"What?"

"Do you want to play on the swings?" Vegas blinked, and stared up at him in surprise. "But... we're adults. Isn't that weird?"

"I don't really care. I think it sounds fun." Pete smiled playfully. "Come on, push me!"

Vegas didn't entirely know what was happening, but the next thing he knew, Pete had gotten him up and they were approaching the swings, holding hands. The swings were momentarily empty the children off playing elsewhere. Which made him feel slightly less awkward as Pete sat down on a swing and shot him a smile. "Push me!"

"Okay, baby. Okay." Vegas couldn't help feeling amused as he walked around to give Pete a push. Pete swung his feet out.

Vegas pushed him again as he swung back, harder this time, and Pete laughed, throwing his head back to look at Vegas. "This is fun. Push me higher!"

Vegas couldn't help laughing incredulously as well but wouldn't deny Pete that, so he stepped back to give more room. The next time, he pushed Pete 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, and Pete swung higher, giggling.

They continued like that for a while, until suddenly, Pete dragged his feet on the ground and brought himself to a stop. "Your turn!"

Vegas blinked, but when Pete looked at him like that, all flushed with excitement and happiness, hair windswept, Vegas couldn't say no. So he rounded the swing and sat in it, feeling vaguely uncomfortable.

Pete's hands were firm on his back, pushing him up, then harder, and Vegas swung his legs to help with momentum.

In moments, he was laughing like a child, wind whipping through his hair as he crested the arc and felt weightless, then swung back, only for Pete to push him again, higher and higher. Pete was laughing, too, and Vegas couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this. So free.

When he finally dragged his feet on the ground to bring himself to a stop, he was flushed and giggly. And the park was empty - it was getting kind of hot, so the parents had taken the kids home. Vegas couldn't help grinning at Pete playfully, feeling light inside.

"Race you to the top of that slide!" He ran off as soon as he finished speaking and he heard Pete laugh behind him. But it didn't matter, because a moment later he reached the slide and wriggled into it. It was a bit snug, but he managed to work his way up.

But he heard a thump outside, and a shadow passed over him. "Slow poke!" called Pete's muffled voice from outside.

"That's cheating!" Vegas wriggled the rest of the way up the slide but found Pete already perched at the very top when he stuck his head out, grinning down at him.

"Too slow."

Vegas stuck out his tongue, then clambered out of the slide, wrapping his arms around Pete to pick him up bodily off the top of the slide.

"Hey!" Pete giggled struggling playfully in Vegas' grip. "Let go!"

"No."

A moment later, he lost his balance and the two of them ended up sprawled out on the plastic of the playground. It was warm under Vegas' back, and uncomfortable, but he didn't care because Pete's face was right above his, looking flushed and happy and perfect.

Pete smiled down at him, then leaned down to press a light kiss into Vegas' lips, before pulling back to murmur, "I never really got to play on playgrounds when I was young. My dad wanted me to spend time training instead."

Vegas stared at him, feeling a surge of love.

They really were so similar, he realized. Sometimes it struck him over and over. They were so perfect for each other. "Me either."

"I thought so." Pete smiled at him before leaning down to kiss him again, softly. Vegas ran his fingers through Pete's hair, tugging him closer.

After a moment, they broke the kiss and Pete pinched him playfully, making Vegas jump. "Hey!"

"We should do this more often."

"Do what?" Vegas grinned up at him, then pivoted and flipped Pete onto his back. Pete yelped, then laughed.

"This. Go out and have fun. Do things we couldn't when we were kids." Pete tugged Vegas closer. "I'd like to do fun things with you." Vegas let out a soft laugh.

"Okay. I'd like that too."

Pete grinned, then promptly slid out from under Vegas, hopping down off the playground. He smiled up at Vegas. "Then lets see who can swing higher!"

Vegas couldn't help laughing, shaking his hair out of his face. "Race you there!"

Pete laughed and bolted back toward the swings, and Vegas ran after him, starstruck by the way he looked so flushed and happy.

Yeah, he definitely wanted to do this again, he thought as they started to swing again, wind whipping through his hair, feeling that same light, free feeling as before. Pete laughed and swung higher, and Vegas focused on this moment, this feeling that Pete brought out in him.

As long as he was with Pete, anything was fun. But, yes, he wanted to do more of this. It felt like being a child. And being a child with Pete was everything Vegas wanted, in this moment.

So he just focused on the present, laughing, giggling, playing, and loving Pete.

[babebabiebabes]

Starring in his first movie!

I present you, Porsche in the Nutcracker!

Meet The Cast:

Porsche Pachara Kittisawasd as Barbie/Clara

Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul as The Nutcracker/Prince Eric

Gun Theerapanyakul as The Mouse King

Macau Theerapanyakul as Pimm (the Bat)

Chan as Major Mint

Time as Capitain Candy (due to unexpected conflict with the creative director, Time was selected for this role but I did not want him.)

Porchay Pichaya Kittisawasd as Kelly/Peppermint Girl (Boy)

Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakul as Aunt Elizabeth Drosselmayer/Owl

Arthee Kittisawasd as Grandfather Drosselmayer

Kim Kimhan Theerapanyakul as Tommy/Gingerbread Boy

Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakul as The Rats (15)*

Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham as The (cute little) Sceptre*

* Due to budget cuts (it's the creative director's fault) some characters had to be either cut from the whole entire production, or cast as collective characters (Pete is an object, but that's canon). In this movie, Vegas uses they/them, and so does Chay. Please be respectful of our actors.

For contact:

Producer: me

Creative director: @heyguysgalsandenbypals

Look out for the edits!

[snickerdoodlles]

any headcanons about the kp boys' favourite games? doesn't matter if it's board games, video games, card games, or mind games -- everything is fair game :')

Khun - internet quiz games like "which character are you" or "what cliche trope would you kiss" or whatever/etc etc. specifically, he likes taking them and then ranting about all the ways they're stupid and/or wrong.

Kim - claims its poker because he spent several years teaching himself how to count cards after he and Khun watched that one heist movie that involved counting cards. he liked Clue as a kid but then got extremely disappointed in it as he grew up. his university friends spend about four months trying to get him to download the among us game, then refuse to play with him after four days of him absolutely kicking ass at it. (new freshman hazing initiation ritual! Try To Beat Wik At Among Us! best played in a large group with a heckling peanut gallery.)

Chay - before Yok's bar, first person shooting games. or any type of shooting game really. less so afterwards.

Macau - ultimate videogame connoisseur. solid collection of board games for him and Vegas too (no scrabble though, he hates scrabble). his game room is a thing of legend. someone remind me to talk about the Macau&Chay you got mail AU that includes Chay calling Macau his sugar daddy after Macau gives him a bunch of turnips in Animal Crossing.

Vegas - he says mind games. his actual favorite game is pub trivia night. specifically in Pete's hometown where he and Pete's grandma team up against a bunch of other old people. have I mentioned I love a good relationship between Vegas & Pete's grandma.

Pete - he thought board games, because Khun's game rules are ridiculous but great at keeping things lively. he's extremely disappointed when Vegas and Macau don't like that at all. he is king of poker.

Porsche - card games! doesn't really have a specific favorite game and never plays for stakes, but one deck having multiple game options is a godsend when trying to entertain a kid on a budget. also damn good at card tricks, though he was careful not to show off those outside of home.

Kinn - Sudoku. he has an app folder of similar number games and spider solitaire on his phone. he is my favorite old man <3

Chay bonus - before BOC kinnporsche aired, one of my favorite Chay headcanons ever was pickpocket!Chay. so let's return to that and Chay breaks Kim's mind with card tricks. this is his new favorite game.