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29625 · 1 month

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Some smut idea dump for Slimav I came up with in the haze of disordered sleep from jetlag.

Also the angst is eating me up, man. Gotta be horny and let the boys fuck in peace sometimes.

TW: NSFW themes. Explicit discussion of consensual sexual contents. Unhinged discussion about Slider’s himboness.

1. Slider dressed as a mad scientist for Halloween, except for the fact it’s not Halloween just yet. Mav comes home to see his boyfriend trying out his very intricate costume (Believe it or not, Sli can be pretty artsy, duh!) with a white coat and a black sweater and trousers and gloves and everything. “Ah! Welcome home mister Pete Mitchell! It is a very nice night, no?” Slider says in a thick German accent. “Say, what made you come here? To my humble lab?”

“Sli, what the fuck?” Maverick laughs, dropping a bag of groceries on the floor. “You’re gonna be…what, German Dr. Strange this year?”

“Ow c’mon dickhead, don’t make me break a character!” Slider hisses as he flips up his goggles (all foggy and stained with some mysterious liquid and everything. Jesus, the details.). “Also yeah, this is me speaking like a true Kerner. Sue me.”

“It's kinda sexy, though. You talking like that.” Maverick places a chaste kiss on his cheek. “What's on your mind, Dr. Kerner?”

Alternatively: Sli is dominant and breedable and Mav is enjoying the every bit of the wild ride before Halloween. Featuring Slider’s sexy German accent and some good-ol’ clothed sex w/ ass eating because why not.

2. Slimav phone sex arch. This is inspired by none other than Tutti Frutti by New Order! basically Sli and Mav are in a long-distance relationship (I'm imagining Sli flying for Hawaiian Airlines after he retires from the Navy while Mav is in Nevada. This info may or may not be relevant to my current series.) and one day Mav has a bad day. A really bad day. But don’t you worry, Sli is here for help with his slutty voice and much more slutty act of service using his dildo. Set in the mid 00s. I mean…have you seen the pic of Rick talking on the phone in his tank top? Yeah.

3. Couch sex on a cold, snowy day. The central heating in Slider’s house breaks down and he has to flee to Mav’s tiny home. Two bros huddling for warmth kissing each other on the lips cause they are so gay. This could be either pre or during relationship but I’d like to imagine an accidental kiss and touching between two friends, or a still awkward sexual encounter between a fresh couple.

4. Slider w/ a fucking long tongue, pre-relationship. Having a long-ass tongue is all fun and games until you constantly bite your tongue while eating, speaking, and even sleeping. If Ice’s got a oral fixation involving his lips and teeth, Slider’s got a habit of playing with his tongue (biting, twisting, licking his lips, running his tongue on a fork, etc) and Maverick notices that. One day Sli’s showing off some cool tricks using his tongue and Mav’s like wow that’s kinda impressive bro bet the ladies are satisfied hehe and Sli’s like what ladies????? Oh you mean my ladies????? Sorry I don’t really go down like that. Spoiler alert; Sli’s got a great mouth for cockwarming/sucking and Mav’s about to fucking lose it in the bathroom stool of a bar. I can never get tired of Sli’s toothy wide grin guys, to the point of headcannoning the length of his tongue. Send help.

#slimav #slider x maverick #top gun 1986 #ron slider kerner #top gun fanfiction #pete maverick mitchell #ao3 writer #aaaaaa #my brain is not braining #I believe in bottom Slider supremacy #and I kneel for his slutty himbo biceps #the moment I raid my eyes on him I just knew he was gonna getting railed by that very short king named Maverick #slider is just….soft and random and sexy #he is the true random one #Slider really fucks around and finds out sometimes #Or does he really?#he’s occasionally a brat and I STAN the slutty 6’2 king

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advesperam · 2 years

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VegasPete haters: VegasPete is a SIDE couple. They romantic story won’t be a focus. Better pray for season 2 for them. Their relationships is irrelevant.

Bible: So, anyway, we filmed sex scene so intense I needed an inhaler-

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #kinnporsche vegas #vegas x pete #kinnporsche pete #pete saengtham #bible wichapas #bible wichapas sumettikul #Bible is unbothered king #the way he loves his character #and vegaspete #he will give it to us i trust him

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thedooristhebluecushion · 1 year

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Super big fan of my body knows I’m in love with you before my brain does energy:

King & Uea

Win & Team

Vegas & Pete

Payu & Rain (mostly Rain)

Jim & Wen

Akk & Ayan

Jin Yi Zhen & Shi Lei

Who’d did I miss???

#king x uea #bed friend #win x team #between us #vegas x pete #Kinn porsche #payu x rain #love in the air #jim x wen #moonlight chicken #akk x ayan #the eclipse #jin yu zhen x shi lei #be loved in house: i do

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k-wame · 9 months

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George Segal as Corporal King & James Fox as Flight Lt. Peter Marlowe 1965 · KING RAT · dir. Bryan Forbes · WWII · LGBTQ+

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mackandcheezy · 5 months

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Does anyone want a Cooper Freedman x reader, I've been rewatching private practice for the 7th time and I'm a little bit in love but its SO NEICHE

someone let me know PLEASE

#cooper freedman #private practice #greys anatomy #cooper freedman x reader #private practice x reader #greys anatomy x reader #addison montgomery #charlotte king #sam bennett #naomi bennett #violet turner #pete wilder

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techni-coloured · 2 years

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One San Diego Evening 0.1 - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Pairing: Rooster x Female Reader

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw always has a plan. It may not be well executed, but he always has a plan.

But with you, he was willing to take a risk. Even if he nearly passed out on your lap after one too many drinks.

TLDR: Rooster meets romcom. That’s it that’s the tweet.

Part 1 of RomCom!Rooster

Previous Part || Next Part

TW: mentions of alcohol, cursing

*Parts updated biweekly!*

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“Come on, Bradshaw!” Payback shouted.

The Dagger Squad decided to expand their excursion radius. The Hard Deck was a timeless classic, a hot spot for naval men and women to get together and drink to their hearts’ content. It was an added bonus when someone willingly (or unwillingly, bless Penny Benjamin’s heart for that beloved bell) bought a round.

It was Bob’s suggestion that they try something new. Since the successful mission of the uranium plant, it was a rarity for all of them to get together. They would try to meet up but often end up missing one or two people. In this instance, it was Penny and Maverick. The older couple was currently landing on the island of Hawai’i.

Penny was told that it was to visit a couple of old pals of her father. Unbeknownst to her, Maverick had a stunning 2-carat gold band tucked into his trusty leather jacket. The Squad was checking repeatedly for any updates to the proposal, whether it would be a surprise or not, but truthfully told, the captain has one of the worst poker faces. The fact it was a secret for this long was an impressive feat.

So here the group was, scootering along the streets of San Diego aimlessly on electric scooter rentals. Bob was leading the pack, Hangman and Phoenix, with a competitive edge, attempting to catch up, and the remainder of the squad trailing behind. Rooster lagged the most, cursing at the wheels of the device.

“Why on earth did we decide to do this?” Rooster huffed, gripping the handles for dear life. For a man regularly pulling upwards of 7-8 G’s on a somewhat basis, Lime scooters were his worst enemy.

“Someone’s upset he’s falling behind,” Phoenix quipped, pulling up to Bob. For someone wearing chunky heels, she navigated the streets with ease, her glossy brown hair whipping with the wind.

“Or the fact he can’t look as fantastic as me doing it,” Hangman snickered. In true Seresin fashion, the blonde could never turn down an opportunity to show off his Southern roots. A tan Stetson hat perched on his head, and dark brown leather boots peaked out of his blue jeans.

Rooster rolled his eyes at his friends’ sass. He enjoyed spending time with them, plus, the rest of the world could see him and his ridiculous patterned Hawaiian shirts. Even at 8 P.M., he brought his aviator sunglasses, tucked into the collar of his white tank top.

“Two blocks and it’ll be on your left,” Coyote said, glancing at the directions on his phone with one hand, the other hand steering the scooter. Him and Fanboy were responsible for picking the bars, since they were planning on having everyone bar hop. The night was young, and none of them were getting any younger.

Plus, none of them had work the next day. A full 24-hour recovery for whatever hangover needed to be nursed. Bob made sure to stock the Airbnb’s rental fridge with Pedialyte and Gatorade, ever so prepared.

A block and a half later, the scooters were parked on a curb a couple of yards from their first destination. Well, most of them. Rooster was muttering angrily because the scooter wouldn’t stay put when he tried to leave it with the rest of them.

“This darn piece of crap!” He mumbled under his breath. Just as he managed to get the transportation device situated, he whipped around to catch up with his pals.

Too quickly one might add, as he collided into you, startled from the sudden movement.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t look where I was going!” You exclaimed, looking up to meet the stranger’s eyes. You were first met with a bushy mustache, a little higher up, chocolate-colored irises.

His gaze softened, focusing on who he crashed into. The green silk top you wore complimented your skin perfectly, the black leather pants hugging your curves. Even at night, you radiated. Time seemed to slow just a bit.

Rooster was never quick to judge, but he was certain you were one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. The only other woman on that list was his mother.

“No, I’m sorry, this scooter was the death of me,” He quickly apologized, gesturing to the hell on wheels behind him. “I should’ve paid attention better.”

“Rooster, we go out once, and you’re already embarrassing us!” Fanboy said, suppressing a laugh. He knew how Rooster was eyeing you, and he was planning on teasing him about it later. Payback and Phoenix were thinking the same.

“Oh, is it your guys’ first time around here?” You asked. A phone began to buzz in your pocket, and you reached to pull it out.

Rooster nodded. The rest of the squad moved closer to the two of you to be included in the conversation.

“How lovely!” You glanced at the rest of his friends. You pointed to the bar a couple of yards away. “This is one of the best bars in the city. They don’t skimp out on alcohol either.”

“See, Fanboy,” Coyote shot the WSO a smug look. “Yelp never lies.”

“I have to take this call,” You gestured to your buzzing phone. “But perhaps I’ll see you inside. Again, I’m so sorry for bumping into you, I hope you guys enjoy the rest of your night!

And you were off. The group collectively gave a wave, while you made a beeline for the entrance.

His eyes followed you as you walked in.

He wished he got your name.

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strideofpride · 2 years

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Serena van der Woodsen + Tapestry "Home Again"

#i thought about doing this with eric but my mind kept screaming at me #pete fairman arc #serena van der woodsen #gossip girl #ggedit #gossipgirledit #blairena #blair x serena #blair waldorf #gg songs #svdwtapestry #tapestry #carole king #shout out to liz for both inspiration and for peer pressuring me into doing this #all screenshots are my own

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thefreeblog · 2 years

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Vegas told Pete to let it all out and my man Pete proceeded to drag Vegas into an absolute sensational kiss and then did nothing,nada,zilch.

He didn't even try to touch Vegas once throughout the best ever dicking of his life, while bringing Vegas to his knees literally and metaphorically.

You do you Pete! Don't give anything.

I am in awe.

#pete the sub king #vegas brace yourself for the ride #you got lucky there didn't you #vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #vegas x pete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn

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redfurrycat · 10 months

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Here is a thought:

The MIG-28 Pilot from Top Gun, the one Goose took a picture of, IS THE SAME DUDE as the SU-57 Pilot from Top Gun: Maverick.

[Let's call them Bob. Well this Bob Dude is a bit like Maverick and got to keep flying fighter jets even today...

Bob has never forgotten when in 86, some pilot gave him the finger and his RIO took a picture of them.

Many years later, in a brand new fighter jet, the best there is according to Bob, he's been given a GOOD hunt&chase by a GODAMMNED F-14 THAT ISN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO FLY!

Let's just say Bob is really pissed off when he's bested by a bag of ass...and forced to eject.

AND HAS MANY THINGS TO SAY TO HIS SUPERIORS.]

{Now imagine Bob somehow learns the birdie guy and f-14 dude is the one and only Pete Maverick Mitchell...

I don't know it makes me go giggling hysterically to think about Bob being all "THE NERVE OF THIS PILOT. DISHONOUR ON YOUR COW. DISHONOUR ON YOUR FAMILY."}

#Why Bob? There's always a Bob in Cruise's movies XD #I don't really know about the accuracy of canon as far as my theory is concerned...I don't really care.#it's just that every time I'm watching Mav doing his pilot shit against su-57 I always wonder what this pilot is thinking about right now X #pete maverick mitchell #MAVERICK IS A KING. A SHORT KING. THE SKY KING. HIS DAEMON IS FIGHTER-JET SHAPED OKAY?!#crazy headcanon of mine #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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29625 · 13 hours

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Forensic artist! Slider x FBI investigator! Mav AU WIP I’ve been hatching for a while.

Inspired by the UID community and its talented volunteers and professionals who contribute to the beautiful, humanizing facial reconstruction of some of the decedents! The case isn’t particularly based on the real event but rather a creation of a mish-mash of many different cases as well as fictional details.

Paring: Slider x Maverick, with forensic sculptor! Ice and FBI investigator! Goose.

Rating: Teen and up for now. Might throw some sexy stuff later.

Warning: graphic description of violence, dead body & suicide (no major character death). Very inaccurate description of how law enforcement works in the US (I’ll fix it later! Sry! Please let me know if there are something you’re familiar with because that’d help a lot!)

In 1991, a case reopens in San Diego, California. The case where a White woman aged between 30-45 was found deceased in a wooded area with a gunshot wound in her head in 1978.

She was not facially recognizable with decomposition and animal activities, as well as the wound inflicted by the impact of close proximity gunshot. A medical examination concluded she had large amount of alcohol and some sleep medicine in her system at the time of her death, possibly making her disoriented, and the purse containing her personal belongings left at the scene had a empty bottle of pills whose label had been scratched off.

She cut all tags off from her clothes which consist of a polka dot summer dress, a pair of white heeled sandals (size 5), blue bra and a white underpants with laces, all found on the decedent’s body except for one of her sandals, possibly due to animal activities as observed in her post-mortem scars on her right leg. She was approximately 5’ to 5’3 inches tall and weighed about 140 lbs. She had fair complexion with chin-length red hair, naturally straight and styled curly, but the advanced state of her decomposition hindered the examiners to determine her eye color.

The location she was found is close to the region where prostitutes and hitchhikers frequent and she is theorized to be particularly familiar with the area, suggesting she had been working in sex trade in San Diego area.

Even though she carried no ID or tax stamps, receipts, or credit cards with her at the time of her death, a possible clue to her identity was found in her purse, which is a piece of paper (approx. 4 inches wide and 1.6 inches long) with the message following:

I love you so much Jannie/Jennie/Jamie (the exact words differ depending on the sources) .

I can’t be there anymore but I’ll always love you & wish you the best.

To people this may concern Im [sic] sorry for every-thing [sic]. xxxx

The message was scribbled with a blue-ink pen, but it lacked her signature and nobody with the name in the letter has come forward after the initial information was released in California region.

It is theorized that the person in the letter is either her friend, family (possibly a sibling or a husband) or her child, who she might have been estranged with at the time of her death.

No foul play is suspected in her case and her death has been concluded as a suicide by gunshot.

“….And we’re renewing her facial approximation, which hasn’t been updated since the initial discovery.” Pete scans the case file containing the composite—a basic photomontage. Her silent face is devoid of any emotions he can tell right away, frozen in time, something he’s so used to seeing. “Right. Well, we gotta contact Tom about this.”

Tom Kazansky from Los Angeles Police Department. He’s a forensic anthropologist who specializes in sculpture. A great contributor of his and Nick’s cases with an ice-cold precision, he’s also been a close friend of them—with his great dedication for his job and his deadbeat sense of humor.

“About that.” Nick interjects. “I don’t think we can, Pete. Or we should, for that matter.”

“Why not?” Pete asks, slightly frustrated but mostly surprised at the statement. “We’re lacking a good reconstruction and he’s the best candidate we’ve ever got.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Nick says with a small shrug. “But he’s on a family leave, remember?”

Oh.

Oh, right. Now he remembers.

“Good for him, yeah?” Nick smiles. “A kid is such a bundle of joy. I still think of the day Brad came home with my sweetest wife whenever I’m feeling low.”

“Shit, Nicky.” Pete groans as he rubs his face with his hand. Maybe two months without a break really does something to his memory. “I can’t believe I forgot that, man. I even sent some gifts for him back in October.”

“Workaholic.”

“Yo, shut up.”

He playfully smacks Nick’s head as they leave. The perk of having a witty partner is he never gets bored at work—with a side effect of never getting a break.

Finding another forensic artist was, to his surprise, a smooth process. Tom has assigned a substitute while he was away, taking care of his wife and his newborn baby girl.

Ron Kerner.

A forensic artist at LAPD, working in Tom’s lab. His portfolio shows a series of drawings of people. He seems to have worked on both the composites of criminals and victims, with him predominantly working on the identification of latter.

Flipping through the thick file, he reaches to the section titled ‘John & Jane Does’. And—damn, how lively and colorful those portraits are.

They are all smiling, some of their grins are wider than others with a more sly-looking expression. There are four comparisons between a then-unidentified person and their living photos, and Ron seems to have captured their unique facial features on point while…humanizing them, however tragic their last moments may have been.

Talented, indeed. Pretty empathetic, he might add. No wonder Tom has assigned his role to him.

“Bradshaw!”

A voice echoes in the hall as they finish talking to the receptionist. Nick turns around and waves back with a big grin on his face.

The man stands in front of them. He’s muscular, slightly shorter than Nick yet still way taller than Pete himself. Towering, but his relaxed stance makes him seem friendly, combined with the toothy grin on his angular face. His curly brown hair complements his tanned skin. Judging from the way he presents himself, Pete assumes he’s not a visitor here.

“Hey bud!” Nick says and shakes hands with the man. “Still dwelling in the lab, huh?”

“Oh you shut your pretty mouth, dickhead.” He chuckles almost affectionately.

“Pete, this is Ron. Ron Kerner from LAPD. Ron, this is Pete. Pete Mitchell.”

Ron Kerner.

The man looks at Pete and reaches out his hand, which he’s quick to shake.

“I really liked your portfolio.”

Pete mutters almost instinctively as he shakes his hand, realizing how awkward he sounds a moment later. Ron looks at him with slightly widened eyes, curiosity flickering in his beautiful hazel irises.

“Uh, I mean…I’m Pete Mitchell. Call me Pete.”

“Thanks.” Ron says with a smile with a tinge of shyness on the corners of his droopy eyes, although well-concealed by his bold voice. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pete. Tommy always talks about you guys.”

“Yeah.” Pete answers as their hands part, leaving a pleasant warmth on his cold skin. “Pleasure to meet you, too, Mr. Kerner.”

“Hey, Ron’s just fine.” He says. “We’re about the same age, right? Don’t make me feel old.”

“You can call him Ronnie if you want, Pete.” Nick says. “Bet you’ll get along just fine. He’s just as immature as you.”

“What did you say, jackass?”

Their eyes shot at each other as their voices almost synchronize, much to Nick’s amusement.

“Damn it, Nick!”

“Shit, Bradshaw.” Ron mutters at Nick’s smirking face that Pete’s so familiar with at this point of his career. “Let me be cool and act like an adult in front of this guy, alright?”

“Ha! Jokes on you, Kerner. You’ve already said dickhead like you always do.” Nick teases. “C’mon, Pete. You think he’s mature? With his taste in jokes like that? Betcha get along well, darling. Already in synch.”

Ron pouts at Nick with a small pfft sound, a gesture he didn’t think a guy this big could pull off.

“Get along well, huh?” Pete chuckles, lightly patting Ron on the shoulder.

“Great start, I guess.” He grins. “Though I can’t wrap my head around how you tolerate this bastard.”

“Me neither, man.”

Ron barks out a laugh as Nick pokes Pete on the arm, grumbling at how the table has turned.

Ron Kerner.

Today was the first time they’ve met. He’d been faceless to Pete for almost a month, ever since they first called in the most basic business-like manner, talking about grown-up stuff, in contrast to the almost overwhelming amount of portraits he sent him.

“Hey, Nick?”

“What?”

“Can you see an artist in his own work?”

Nick blinks a little, his eyes briefly shot up from the road. They are on their way to go back to their office in his car, idly listening to the local radio as the town passes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Pete stretches his arms and loops them around the headrest. “It’s weird, I know.”

“I thought you lost your mind and decided to be a philosopher instead.” Nick says. “But I guess you can.”

“How?”

A few seconds of silence filled the car before Nick speaks, absentmindedly stroking his mustache.

“A part of your soul leaves your body to live in the world of your art, forever.” Nick mutters. “I don’t know, Pete. That’s just how I feel. A part of me becomes something not mine, and he dances with the music as I play it.”

Pete can only nod in response. Nick has always been enthusiastic about music. Tom has been artistic, too. He’s a professional artist as well as being a full-time officer, for God’s sake.

“I guess that’s true for Ron, y’know.” Nick says. “Considering the subjects he deals with daily.”

His fingers skim through the pictures. A Black teenager with shoulder-length braids, grinning widely in her denim overalls. A middle-aged Hispanic man with a box of tobaccos in his hand, smiling softly. One of the portraits depicts a woman and a child, possibly her son, chin-up and looking serene together in the wind.

“Ron’s a good guy, Pete.” Nick smiles and shoots a knowing gaze at his partner in the passenger seat. “I wasn’t joking when I said you’d get along.”

“Yeah.” He answers, lowering his eyes in approval. “I suppose so.”

He closes the file and traces the black lettering on the back of it.

Ron Kerner, it says.

Lined in ink, detailed with colored pencils and some markers. Pete can still feel the strokes of his pencils under his fingertips.

#slimav #ron slider kerner #top gun fanfiction #slider x maverick #top gun 1986 #pete maverick mitchell #ao3 writer #Forensic artist! AU #Sorry for any inaccuracies #my parents used to binge watch Criminal Minds and ER and that’s pretty much the only exposure to police/medicine things #also I think Mac Taylor from CSI NY is an absolute sexy king don’t judge me #tom iceman kazansky #nick goose bradshaw #a deep dive into my thoughts on how resentful I am for Rick never getting enough screen time he deserved

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braceletofteeth · 1 year

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let’s say vegas and moonjo are acquaintances in someway.

maybe vegas studied in korea for a while and noticed some people in his uni going missing, maybe moonjo was involved with the korean mafia and vegas had to secure a partnership, maybe moonjo and jongwoo relocated to thailand to start a new life.

either way, they meet, they hit off, they exchange dental torture tips. vegas looks at moonjo being an absolute simp for jongwoo and thinks ‘rip to him but i’m different.’

then pete happens.

I go a little insane every time I think about what you sent here, honestly. It opens room to so many questions... Where, when and how Vegas and Moonjo could have met; their impressions of each other and the influence their partners have over them; Pete and Jongwoo’s own impressions of Vegas’s and Moonjo’s relationship… I mean, can you imagine the four of them in the same room, having a friendly chat? It has the potential to be really entertaining, and also to go so, so wrong.

But let’s stay focused (I'm trying! I'm really trying!).

First of all, I think the idea of Vegas getting exposed to the Very Normal Relationship™ of Moonjo and Jongwoo and his inner response to it being “that could never be me” is SO funny. Especially if it's not because they're weird, but because they're cringe. Count me in on the maiming and the torture, the manipulation and the emotional instability, but finding religion in a lover? Yikes. That’s the real crazy.

Bonus points in that scenario if Vegas and Moonjo were acquaintances before Moonjo found Jongwoo. It would totally go against Vegas’s expectations. Which is to say, no fucking expectations, have you met that guy? Moonjo cares about no one. At least Vegas has Macau, and his father (that doesn’t care about him in return, but one day he will, of course). Moonjo is completely alone. By choice. He can’t stand anyone. Not even the woman who raised him. Even the people he entertains himself playing mind games with, are eventually disposed of and forgotten. Vegas might find himself in a position where the two of them are able to (almost) see eye to eye, and socialize, but he would know better than to let his guard down around him. That’s not a man you can trust your life with. Or your head. Definitely not your head.

Which probably makes Vegas wonder, as of meeting Jongwoo, just who would be stupid enough to trust their heart with him?

And here comes the shocker, for Vegas, and maybe for everyone who has ever crossed paths with those two: that’s not what happened. Jongwoo isn’t some naive darling that fell madly in love with Moonjo without knowing what he was in for; he’s not a pet Moonjo is keeping around until he finds a more amusing one (that would be Kihyuk). Jongwoo actually did something extraordinary, when he didn’t even have the intention to: he made Moonjo vulnerable. He’s the one that got Moonjo’s heart in his hands. And for Vegas, who met Moonjo pre-Jongwoo, that is… bizarre. Surreal. Unbelievable. It makes no sense, because Moonjo is supposed to be like Vegas, and people like them never show weakness in front of anyone, because they know, they learned, that when you do that, you get hurt. You lose. You die.

But Jongwoo changed something in him. Moonjo could die by his hands, and he’d still feel like he won. There’s no bad nor wrong between them, therefore, he’d take anything Jongwoo gave him. There is no one else besides him, and no one after. Jongwoo changed him.

And yet, he didn’t change. For the rest of the world, Moonjo is still the same. He still lies, he still kills, and he still regards everyone with the same indifference he always did—only he has Jongwoo by his side now, and to him it makes all the difference.

Vegas wouldn’t know what that feels like. He doesn’t even want to. Rip to Moonjo, but he’s different. He’d never let someone have so much power over him. Maybe Moonjo can afford that, because, after all, he has nothing but himself and his art, but Vegas is a businessman, who has a legacy to carry on. One day, he’s going to rule an empire, and it’s going to be all his. He doesn’t need, doesn’t want to be helped or understood by anybody that’s not family. He’s different from Moonjo, and he’s different from Kinn. They are fools. They’re going to be betrayed, or killed, or left. They are going to suffer, they are going to lose, and it’s going to be their own fault. Vegas is better than that. He does the betrayal, the killing, and the leaving, before it’s done to him.

And for some time, that's all he believes in.

… Then Pete happens. Vegas happens to Pete, Pete happens to Vegas, and Vegas finally gets it.

When he loses, but Pete stays by his side, that makes all the difference.

#answered #strangers from hell x kinnporsche #crossover #can someone WRITE THE FIC. please #this crossover has some much potential y'all #and I didn't even get to talk about Pete interacting with the jagiya husbands :(#saving it for next time #(also. for the sake of this AU I considered that Moonjo had told Vegas a lot of things he wouldn't-#-normally tell anybody unless he was planning to kill them after. it's possible some of those things are just Vegas's assumptions.)#oH! worth mentioning here!#last week in one of my posts someone referred to jongmoon as ''like a less-healthy vegaspete''. im still in stitches #imagine being so fucked up you're considered less healthy than the couple that had their first real conversation #when one of them almost got the other killed after kidnapping and torturing him for days 😭😭#IMAGINE BEING CONSIDERED MORE UNHEALTHY THAN THE KINGS OF CODEPENDENCY LAND #......... Moonjo would be so proud

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