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gewdmorning · 2 years

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Do you ever just pause whatever you’re watching or reading to hold your head for a bit because your fav character is being embarrassing and just an all around idiot like just two brain cells left kinda thing

And then press play when you’ve sufficiently prepared yourself mentally to watch more of their stupidity

#kinnporsche the series #vegaspete #porsche kittisawat #payurain #rain and sky #prapaisky #love in the air the series #cakeeiw #my only 12%#vegas theerapanyakul #this always happens with vegas #vegas my sad pathetic lil meow meow

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crystallinemoonlight · 5 months

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sometimes i'll think about how, at the start of episode four, pete offers to help porsche guess who he might have kissed at the pier the night before, and i imagine a crackfic where porsche goes on a quest to find out who it was by kissing his colleagues one by one - starting with pete of course that man was ready to sacrifice himself for the cause when porsche had questions about casual hookups later in the episode, offering himself up without hesitation

he visits them one by one; pol is confused... but intrigued, it's like one of tankhun's series! arm already knows it wasn't him but insists they check it anyway... just to be sure, right? you never know. ken says he'll break his face if he tries anything (very suspicious, porsche makes sure to highlight his name). big doesn't know whether to be angry or confused, he wasn't even there??? no he and ken didn't sneak in halfway through because of a secret crush, this isn't one of tankhun's series! tankhun asks what they're doing and if he can join but porsche isn't about to open that can of worms.

maybe at some point kinn catches on and realizes porsche doesn't remember but is rating the others based on if they kiss better or worse than the ~mystery person~, which is giving him an ego boost up until porsche declares that one of his friends is actually a better kisser and therefore can't possibly have been involved (said friend is very confused about why khun kinn is giving him death glares for the rest of the week)

you can even throw in some chan or vegas or anyone else if you want to, just go crazy with it, i think that'd be really funny especially if porsche just casually blasts vegas after they make out for a solid minute saying "no you're good but the other guy was just less desperate you feel me, sorry bro".

#it just sounds so funny in my head #crack 100 feel free to add whatever you want #i just wonder what porsche told pete when they were guessing who it could be??#apo always says mile's lips are soft and his teeth are very clean so maybe that #i feel vegas would be the type of guy who wants to double triple check and just will not stop #and itd be so funny if porsche goes along just not even realizing whats happening; he just wants to figure out who he kissed #ESPECIALLY BC HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW KINNS GAY YET. HE DOESN'T KNOW. HE HAS NO GAYDAR. NONE #''vegas is such a nice guy he really wanted me to be sure in case it was him. hes so secure abt his sexuality''#<- porsche assuming vegas is straight #double points if he never even considers the fact it might have been kinn at the pier. it just never occurs to him #kpts #kinnporsche #porsche kp #kinn kp #vegasporsche #peteporsche #kp the series #kpts ficlet #kinnporsche the series

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toppamplemousse · 4 months

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there you'll stand (next to me)

ch 3 | proved me right when you proved them wrong

ok, and NOW it picks up. i promise there's more than just vegas 2023 in this chapter, despite what the collage suggests. vegas just did such irreparable damage in terms of lestappen brainrot. anyway. here's a 100% accurate retelling of the back end of the 2023 season

read from the beginning here

charles leclerc/max verstappen on ao3

#ok just kidding but like #in my head. this all happened exactly like this #las vegas cool down car you will always be famous #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf fic #f1 rpf

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rizlowwritessortof · 7 months

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What Happens In Vegas Stays Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas

I was challenged by @deandoesthingstome to join the Halloween-Kinktober Challenge, and I had a little story idea in my mind, so I thought - what the hell! Thanks, Charlie! And thank you so much to @firefly-graphics for the dividers!

Sam and Dean head to Vegas, this time for Halloween. Dean's pumped about the huge Halloween costume party being held at their hotel, and he can't wait to dress up as his favorite superhero.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x his Batman fantasy girl

Word Count: 4140

Warnings: Smut, just the usual 😉

“Sammy, come on, man! Once in a lifetime chance to live out a fantasy! And you’re just gonna sit in the room and… read or some shit?”

Sam leveled a deadpan stare at Dean with a long-suffering sigh. “Dean. For the millionth time. I. Don’t. Like. Halloween. It sucks. I’m gonna take this vacation and relax. If I do decide to go out, I’ll hit the casino. But I’m not going to that ridiculous costume party.”

Dean frowned in frustration. “You are such a cranky old man. I thought maybe my brother would be the Robin to my Batman. But fine. I guess I’ll go by myself and have a fan-fucking-tastic time.”

Sam shot a bitch face his direction. “Good. Go hook up with Poison Ivy or something and have a blast. May the force be with you, or whatever.”

Dean’s eye roll practically turned him inside out, and he stormed into the bathroom to change into his costume. His epic, fucking awesome costume. He couldn’t not smile when he looked at it. He was gonna look amazing. And everyone knows the ladies love Batman. For tonight, he was going all out. For one night, he was gonna forget he was Dean Winchester and he was gonna be Batman.

He strolled into the gigantic room where the costume party was in full swing, heading straight for the large, round bar in the center and ordering a shot and a beer. He let his eyes roam over the crowd, trying not to let a grin ruin the image of his Dark Knight, but – this was awesome. And he was the only Batman – at least so far. Several other superheros were scattered through the room, along with monsters, movie characters, and a lot of sexy women in even sexier costumes.

It didn’t take long before he was flanked on either side by a couple of those tempting women, thoroughly enjoying the flirting and the way they giggled when he talked in his Batman voice. He was in the middle of a sentence when he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder. He glanced down to see a black glove, each finger tipped with a vicious-looking little claw.

Slowly he turned around, his lips pursed in a Batman-worthy contemplative frown as he took in the woman standing before him. “Catwoman,” he growled, and she smiled, bowing slightly.

“Batman. I was so hoping to rub shoulders with you tonight. Among other things,” she replied, her voice sultry and taunting. She was dressed in a skin-tight body suit, the gloves encasing her hands reaching midway on her biceps, her lips blood red and her eyes a stunning blue. Her shapely legs were encased in thigh-high black stockings, shining black stiletto heels on her feet. Perky little cat ears were perched atop her black hood, complete with mask. She was stunning.

“Well, I’d be happy to… rub something for you. What did you have in mind?” Dean answered, thinking to himself just exactly how much fun Sam was missing tonight. I mean, Batman and Catwoman? Not in his most porn-filled dreams had he imagined this little scenario, but he was in full Vegas mode and he was gonna go for it.

She moved closer, close enough that he could smell her perfume, and it made his mouth water. She leaned up, stretching to put her lips as close to his ear as she could reach. “Well, do you want to stay here and drink and flirt, or do you want to come to my room and pet the pussy?”

She moved back a step, watching as his tongue peeked out to run across his delicious, full lower lip before he smirked, and it was so sinful she felt her nipples tingle. Oh, he was going to be fun.

“Lead the way, beautiful,” he answered, and she allowed herself a triumphant little smile, crooking her finger to lure him along as she turned to slink out of the room. Dean was right behind her, his very large hand on her back, and she fought back a shiver at the thought of the things those hands could do.

Dean’s cock was already twitching as he watched her walk, every move deliberate and seductive. He couldn’t wait to explore those curves, make her lose her cool, controlled demeanor. Get those luscious legs wrapped around his head while he drove her crazy, watch her fall apart while she rode his cock. His hands were itching to touch her, and it hadn’t been fifteen minutes since he met her.

They arrived at the elevator, and he was happy to see it was empty. She entered, pushing the button for her floor, and he walked towards her slowly, crowding her until she was up against the wall, bracing one hand beside her head as he began to speak. “So, my name is…”

She placed one gloved finger over his lips. “Rule number one – we stay in character. You are Batman, I am Catwoman.”

“Oh, there are rules.”

“Only a few.”

“I can work with that,” he responded, goosebumps skittering up his spine as she lightly dragged her claws down the chest of his suit. A soft ‘ding’ sounded as they reached her floor, and he moved aside to let her lead the way again. He didn’t mind following. The view was amazing.

He followed her swaying hips to the door of her room, waiting for her to swipe the key, then escorting her in with a hand on her back. “Drink?” she asked, walking towards the bar in the middle of the room. Dean looked around, nodding in approval.

“Nice digs.”

“When I come to Vegas, I like to splurge.” She watched him silently for a few seconds, tilting her head slightly. “Can you remove the cape?” He shrugged, undoing the fastenings on his shoulders and turning to toss the cape into a nearby chair. She stood still, eyes gliding appreciatively over his obviously muscular back and the lovely round globes of his ass that his costume did nothing to disguise. He turned back towards her, accepting the tumbler of whiskey that she handed him, then sipping from her own as her eyes met his.

Dean took a swallow, watching her gaze move to his lips for a moment, and he smiled at her slowly. “So… tell me about these rules.”

She pulled out one of the bar stools and perched on it, crossing those gorgeous legs before she answered. The bulge beneath his costume was magnetic, and she deliberately forced her eyes to stay focused on his. “Second rule – costumes stay on. Except for the parts we need access to, obviously.”

“Okay.” He took another drink, running his tongue very slowly over his lips after he swallowed.

“Last rule – you have to make me come before you get to touch me with anything but that absolutely sinful mouth of yours.” She slid off of the stool and approached him, reaching to run a delicate knuckle over his bottom lip. “I want to ride that cowl.”

He took her knuckle between his teeth, biting down gently, then stepping back, downing the last of his whiskey and setting the glass down on the bedside table. Then he moved to the foot of the bed, sitting down and then laying back, his arms spread out, the wicked smile on his face sending a throbbing ache between her thighs. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he teased, his smile growing a little wider at the soft noise she couldn’t quite suppress.

She dropped her glass to the top of the bar, moving towards the bed, anticipation making it hard to breathe. When she reached the foot of the bed, she reached down between her legs and undid the hidden snaps, lifting the fabric out of the way as she crawled over him. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch her, but he kept them at his sides, letting her make her way up his body to hover above his face.

She was already wet and glistening, and the twinkle of a piercing made him swear in a low growl. “Fuck me, get down here.”

She lowered herself, gasping as he nudged at her piercing with his agile tongue, then trapped it between his teeth to give a gentle tug. Her helpless moan made him smile, and he lowered his chin to his chest to run the flat of his tongue from her entrance to her clit, ending with a little flick. The vibrations of the appreciative noises he made sent a shudder through her, and when he speared his tongue inside her, she gave in and began to ride his jaw. He licked and sucked at her lower lips until she was whining and writhing over him, and then moved up to her clit, manipulating the metal with his tongue as he sucked hard on the pulsing little nub. Her orgasm was intense, a loud cry forced from her throat as she rode him desperately until she fell to the bed beside him, completely spent.

Dean sat up, wiping his face on the sheet and flexing his aching jaw, turning to watch her panting, lying limp on the bed beside him. “Think we covered that last rule,” he smirked, and she smiled weakly, nodding.

“That was – exquisite,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to see what you can do with the rest of your body.”

“Another drink first?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Not whiskey. Water.”

He laughed softly. “Good idea.” He went to the mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, sitting down on the bed beside her and taking off the cap as she sat up and took it from him gratefully. After downing half the bottle, she handed it back to him and licked her lips. Dean put the cap back on and leaned in to kiss her, forcing her to lay back down as he moved to hover over her. She reached for his belt, looking up at him hungrily as he pulled back.

“Tell me this suit has a zipper. Or do I need to cut it to ribbons with my claws?”

“Easy, kitten,” he grinned, removing the belt from his costume and working the fastenings loose, then lowering the zipper. She stared as he freed himself, her claws digging into the mattress on either side of her as he stroked himself slowly with his gloved hand.

“Condom, top drawer,” she directed, watching as he put it on and then shifted his hips down, nudging the head of his cock against her entrance before pushing slowly forward. Her thighs trembled around him as he buried himself deep, then rose to his knees, pulling her hips up snug against him.

She shifted her body, arching her back as she adjusted to his size, her mouth open and eyes half-closed in blissful appreciation as she moaned, low and throaty, her head thrown back into the pillow.

Dean pulled back and drove back inside her, forcing a garbled cry from her throat. Her eyes rolled back and closed as he began to rock into her hard and fast, his hands gripping her hips. After a few strokes, she opened her eyes, rasping out breathlessly, “Don’t hold back.”

He stared down at her, but her unflinching gaze told him all he needed to know. He pulled out and flipped her over, manhandling her into position on her knees, one hand on her back as he slammed back inside to the hilt. He fucked into her hard, his other hand moving down between her legs to flick and tug at her clit and piercing, and she began to wail, her cunt clenching around his cock.

Her cries got louder and longer until she finally screamed, “Fuck, YES!!!”, coming hard, and Dean’s low growl morphed into a shout as he followed her over the edge, pulsing hot and thick inside her. She went limp beneath him seconds before he fell forward, catching himself on his hands and panting hard.

After a moment, he pulled out gingerly, dropping down and rolling to his back beside her. She turned her head, eyes half-focused, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was – energetic,” she managed, and Dean laughed softly.

“You told me not to hold back.” He blew out a breath. “So – now what?”

She rolled to her back, then sat up on the edge of the bed for a moment before standing, grabbing tissues from beside the bed to clean up a little and then fastening the snaps between her legs again. “Now – it’s time to go.”

He watched her for a moment, admiring her curves from his vantage point before getting to his feet and putting himself back together. “If that’s what you want.”

She sounded slightly unsure of herself for the first time as she replied. “I – I just have other things to take care of. You understand.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Well… it’s been fun, kitten.”

She nodded, taking several swallows of water before answering. “Yes, it has.” She still wasn’t looking at him, so he grabbed his cape from the chair and headed for the door. He opened it, glancing over his shoulder, and she looked towards him, finally. “Good night, Batman.”

“’Night, Catwoman. Take care of yourself.”

The door closed behind him, and she dropped down onto the bar stool, her entire body trembling. Hard to believe she had actually followed through – that she had actually pulled it off. She finally rose to her feet to slip the heels off and begin gathering her things. It was a long drive home.

Dean paused outside the door, thoughtfully gnawing at his bottom lip. Something was nagging at him, but he couldn’t nail it down. He finally sighed and headed for the elevators, more than ready to get out of his costume and into a shower.

Two days later, Sam and Dean dragged their Vegas-weary selves into the bunker, Dean calling out as they headed down the stairs. “Hi, honey, we’re home!”

“Where is she?” Sam asked, and Dean shrugged, dropping his duffle and heading for the kitchen and a beer. There she was, earbuds in, singing along, dancing a little as she stirred something on the counter.

He grinned, sneaking up behind her and bending close.

“We’re home,” he said loudly, and she screeched, whirling around, her eyes wide and the spoon held out in front of her like a weapon. He burst into laughter, almost bent over double, her blow to his shoulder not even registering. “Oh my god, your face!”

“You fucking asshole! I almost had a heart attack, you… fucking jerk!” She took out her earbuds and tossed them to the table, finally unable to completely smother her smile.

“I’m sorry,” he managed, still cracking up.

“You are so not,” she argued, turning to look at Sam as he entered the room. “Your brother is a jerk.”

“Not news to me,” Sam grinned. “I’ve been calling him a jerk for years.”

“Bitch,” Dean fired back at him, tossing him a beer and raising an eyebrow at her. “Want one?”

“Yes. Please.” She took a swallow and sat down at the table. “So tell me all the things. What craziness happened in Vegas?”

Sam smirked, glancing at Dean, and she raised an eyebrow, turning that direction. “Okay, Winchester, spill. From the look on Sam’s face, it must be good.”

“Like you wanna hear about my – what do you call ‘em? ‘Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em’s’?”

“Well, that’s what they are… but if it’s a good story, yeah, I wanna hear! Not, like, the dirty details…”

“That’s the best part,” he retorted, and she shook her head.

“He hooked up with Catwoman. In his Batman suit,” Sam shared, still smirking at his brother.

She grinned. “Impressive.”

Dean nodded. “Pretty awesome. And the best – or the weirdest – part was, we stayed in costume the whole time. Her rule.”

She laughed, taking another drink of her beer. “That’s amazing. Probably never top that, huh?”

Dean wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Oh, I topped it, I bottomed it…”

“Ewwww, no,” she choked, shaking her head. “TMI, dude. Get outta my kitchen and let me finish cooking.” She looked Sam’s direction. “Unless you have an awesome story to share?”

Dean snorted. “Captain Snooze over there barely left the room.”

“I had a great time, very relaxing, thank you very much,” Sam snarked back as the two of them headed out of the room.

She took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly before getting up to finish mixing the pie filling she was making for dessert. So far, so good…

The table was the scene of the absolute destruction of the dish of lasagna she had made, only crumbs left of the garlic bread. “Didn’t you guys eat in Vegas?” she asked, laughing.

“Not like this,” Dean responded, his mouth still half full of his last bite. “I know you made pie. Right? Because you love me?”

“Yes, I made pie, and yes, I love you guys, and yes – you are spoiled rotten.” She stood up, reaching for dishes. “And you can actually have some if you help clean up this mess.”

They both scrambled to their feet to help, and then all three came back to the table with a huge slice of chocolate cream pie topped with fluffy meringue. Dean was making love to it with his eyes, and Sam just shook his head and dug in, a newspaper spread out on the table beside him.

“God, this is good,” Dean mushed out around a mouthful of pie filling, and she smiled at him happily before taking a bite herself. The sound that came out of her mouth bordered on pornographic, and Dean felt his body flush hot as he swallowed hard.

Sam glanced up to see his brother’s face, frowning in concern. “Dean, you okay?”

Dean pushed back from the table, tossing a ‘Yeah’ over his shoulder as he left the room. Sam looked at her, confused. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s sick? He left his pie. He never leaves pie.”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll go check on him later.”

She nodded, continuing on her dessert. “Can I have the crossword puzzle?”

A couple of hours later, dishes washed and crossword puzzle done, she said goodnight to Sam and headed for her room. She debated knocking on Dean’s door to make sure he was all right, but maybe he was sleeping, and she didn’t want to disturb him. So weird how he had just run out of the room and never come back, though. Hopefully he was okay.

She opened her door and reached for the desk lamp, swinging the door shut quietly and walking towards the dresser. She turned slowly as her brain finally registered what her peripheral vision had picked up on, and she went pale as she finally faced him.

Dean was in the chair in the corner of the room, her black cat ears and hood dangling from his fingers, one eyebrow cocked as he stared her down. “Hello, kitten,” he said, his voice low.

“Oh, fuck.” She hesitated for a second, then made a beeline for the door, but he moved fast, bracing his hand on the door to prevent her from opening it. She began to stammer, not able to string together a coherent sentence as she tried to explain. “I didn’t mean… I mean, I did, but you… it wasn’t supposed to…”

She kept stuttering and babbling as he took her by the shoulder and turned her around to face him,

staring down at her until she finally trailed off into silence. He drew closer, leaning his forehead against hers. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I… I don’t know. I guess I was afraid... That you wouldn’t want me...”

His lips moved close to hers, his breath warm as he spoke softly. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” She watched his eyes close, and hers followed suit as he kissed her, his tongue sweeping over her lips. She melted into him as she responded, losing herself in the taste and feel of him, handfuls of his shirt in her fists as he crowded her against the door.

When they finally paused again, she looked up at him, her feelings evident in her eyes. “Dean – me, too.” He smiled, and it was contagious, her eyes shining up at him as he guided her towards the bed, sitting down and pulling her to stand between his knees.

“You know, I didn’t really get to see all of you the other night,” he hinted, and she ducked her head, blushing a little but still smiling. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it back behind her before unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Dean’s smile faded as he took in the sight before him, reaching up to glide his fingertips almost reverently over her soft curves. “So much better than I imagined,” he whispered, then leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her nipple before using his tongue to guide it between his lips.

She inhaled, long and slow, her knees going weak as he surrounded her with one arm and pulled her close. She clung to him, moaning softly as he cupped her other breast in his hand, kneading at it as he sucked and teased at its twin. She was trembling when he stopped, looking up at her as he laid back on the bed, pulling her down with him.

“So, no rules this time?” Dean teased, and she shook her head.

“No rules.” She kissed him, then looked down at him, her lip between her teeth. “Except maybe, less clothes?”

“Now that’s a rule I can get behind,” Dean grinned.

Dean dragged himself to the shower a little while later, leaving her still asleep in her bed. He yawned his way into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge, then heading to the library where Sam sat with his laptop open. He shot his big brother a sidelong glance, a smirk on his face, resisting the urge to say something.

“What?” Dean asked, unable to let it slide.

“So I guess Vegas followed you home?”

Dean raised an eyebrow with a sheepish little smile. “How did you know?”

“Guessed. Between the noises I’ve been hearing all afternoon and the way you hot-footed it out of here and left your pie on the table… So, was she your Catwoman?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t supposed to figure it out, I guess – but as soon as she made that sexy little noise when she took a bite of her pie, I knew.” Sam laughed softly, nodding.

“So that’s what happened.”

“I don’t know why she never said anything to me…”

“Same reason you never said anything to her. You’ve been drooling over her for a while now, dude, admit it.”

Dean frowned. “I wasn’t drooling. I was… I dunno, but it wasn’t drooling.”

“Whatever, Dean. It’s good, however it happened. I think she’s good for you.”

Dean grinned. “Sooooo good.”

“Okay, we’re done now,” Sam shook his head and Dean took another drink, still smiling.

She finally appeared a couple of hours later, fresh from the shower, a little shy about showing her face. Dean rose to his feet and approached her, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her softly. She glanced towards Sam, who studiously avoided looking, and Dean leaned close to her ear. “He knows.”

She nodded, blushing a little and settled into Dean’s warmth for a moment before speaking up. “Are you guys hungry? I’m starving.”

Sam spoke up. “Yeah, I thought I’d run to town and grab some pizzas, if that sounds okay to you guys.”

After a quick discussion on what kind of pizza he should bring home, Sam headed out and Dean plopped down on the sofa, waving her over with tip of his head. “C’mere, beautiful.”

She came close, and he grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap as she squeaked in surprise. “Don’t be starting anything, I’m starving. I might take a bite out of something I shouldn’t.”

His eyebrows shot up, and he looked up at her, eyes hopeful. “So, does that mean you wanna…?”

“Well, I didn’t get the chance to do that the other night, either,” she teased back, and Dean groaned a little at the thought of her lips on his cock.

“That sounds fucking amazing. But can you do me a favor first?”

She leaned down to kiss him, making him forget everything else for a moment before she pulled back and asked, “What?”

“Can you maybe put on some of that red lipstick first?”

She smiled seductively, speaking in her sultry Catwoman voice. “Anything for you, Bats.”

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#what happens in vegas doesn't always stay in vegas #halloween-kinktober challenge #dean fic #dean x female oc #dean smut #dean gets to be batman #not completely happy with this but i hope y'all have fun with it

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navybrat817 · 7 months

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Can we revisit Fae!Bucky from What Happens in Vegas please???

Hi, nonnie! I'm glad you enjoyed What Happens in Vegas. I'd love to possibly revisit down the line. He still has the honeymoon to celebrate with you, after all.

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #fic ask #what happens in vegas #bucky barnes #fae!bucky barnes #the vegas lights au #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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yujeong · 4 months

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Memory Sieve

A poem inspired by this playlist of the same name, composed by Francis Wells (memory like a sieve = when you forget things very easily) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ All your life, you've been a traveler. Always moving, never standing still as if the thought of stopping - of reflecting - will make your heart stop beating. Whenever you catch yourself drifting, reminiscing times long gone, warm mornings of your mother sowing the summer barley, smiling to herself, your breath catches in your throat and the dizziness consumes you, as if the memory isn't supposed to be there, unnatural in its effort to take space in your head. Sometimes, I wonder. Do you recall the little house on the hill? Do you remember what you did with your cruel hands? How you touched me, worshipped me like a God and molded me into new shapes? Do you remember what you told me after? How you took it all away as if it never mattered at all? Still, the journey I took to return made me realize that the chronicles of my life were a blank page before you came along. Now, I can tell from the inside looking out that I am indeed a person or, at least, human enough to touch you, grab you by your shirt, shake you, and remind you of what we are. What we became. It seems like you forgot. Looking at you covered in blood, facing your back, your gun trembling in your hands, I know the stories they'll tell when you're gone. Stories of a monster disguised as a man, a cousin, a brother, a son, but I will not wait for that time to come. I refuse to accept it, to make peace with it. For we made a promise, in the form of a blue stick-it note. Perhaps you forgot, but I did not. Wake up. I'm hungry.

#idk what happened but I started writing this in the morning after listening to the playlist and talking to my beta about it #honestly they're the one to blame they tempted me #how dare you make me write poetry - sth I clearly don't passionately love #thank you so much as always #this was very fun more people should try it #get a playlist you love and use the song titles to come up with a story #it doesn't have to be a poem like mine tbh #I just couldn't resist #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #fanfic writing #poetry

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raelle-writing · 1 year

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Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Series: Part 9 of Love & Blood

Chapter summary:

Vegas and Pete attend a gala. Vegas and Pete have fun, while Kinn and Porsche have markedly less fun.

Work summary:

Tankhun was furious with everyone’s stupidity.

It had been months since the minor family attacked the main family. Since Gun died. Since Pete resigned. Since Vegas got shot. And since everyone started acting so damn weird. And now, months later, no one would tell him how Pete was doing. He missed Pete. Pol and Arm were fine, but they weren’t Pete – clever, relaxed, sunny-smiling Pete. But when he asked Kinn or Porsche how Pete’s grandma was doing, he got a brushed off “they’re both fine don’t worry,” said in an absent tone of voice.

So, finally, Tankhun took matters into his own hands.

OR: 3 times Tankhun disapproved of Vegas and Pete's relationship, and 1 time he didn't. With a mafia sub-plot, just for fun.

#why am I always posting this the day after shit happens #Oh well at least these chapters have been light ahahahahahaha #vegaspete #vegas/pete #vegas x pete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #vegaspete fic #vegaspete fanfic #kinnporche the series

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pepprs · 7 months

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ok so. today i am going to

fly (and travel at all) by myself for the first time since making the emergency return home from br!ghton bc of c0vid 4 years ago (extremely distressing and scary experience). and fly by myself two weeks after a mixed bag of a conference experience / plane ride home that included a massive scary depressive spiral that i had someone there to help me through as much as they could but it wasn’t enough which was absolutely not their fault but was deeply distressing to me at the time. so im about to be in a very similar environment but this time that person won’t be physically with me and it’s going to wreck my brain in multiple directions in part bc i have not yet recovered from the depressive spiral. i am still in it. lawl <3

ride in an uber by myself for the first time. ride in an uber at all for maybe the 5th time. as a very short young woman. which i have been expressedly warned by my parents not to do. lol <3

check into a hotel by myself for the first time

walk in a big city by myself for the first time (technically slightly untrue bc wjen i was last in ch!cago 5 years ago i did power walk from the hotel to the conference venue (like a block away) on the last day bc i was pissed about a situation but that was like… a block and i saw ppl i knew walking in that area. this time i will be in the same city and know no one at least for today

give myself a self care evening at the recommendation of my therapist…. for the first time. (maybe after i take a walk which i will do specifically when it’s still light out to see what the area is like). tonight no one i know will be in ch!cago yet and i have no plans to do anything. im going to play video games and draw and sing and give myself space and time to just enjoy being by myself and see how it goes

#purrs #conference tag #chicago #im very very very scared. that i won’t be able to handle it. i have craved solitude but also don’t know if it’s something i actually want o #if it’s a product of my circumstances. i am not used to being completely alone like that like whenever ive had it there have always been #other ppl in the building that ive had to be cognizant of and that will be true of a hotel too but bc i don’t know the people i will feel #less responsible to them . like obviously im not goi ng to sing at the top of my lungs but i will feel like i can sing which ive never felt #like i can do when ive lived with roommates or at home kinda. idk. my therapist was challenging me to experiment with fear by asking myself #if im really in danger or if im just uncomfortable / about to experience something ive never done before and right now im so extremely #anxious but what i am about to do is not inherently dangerous and i need to recognize im just experiencing something new and do it scared.#like im literally terrified i can’t describe how scared i am in a way that does it justice. but i am going to be okay. and when i tell #myself that i make it so.#trina vega voice im a woman…… [about to be] in ch!cago….. who’s SCARED!#i also have no idea how to be in a big city and be safe. like what do i do if im followed or if someone tries to attack me or something.#obviously the chances of that are extremely slim but ive had it hammered into me that if i am alone in a city that’s what’s going to happen #to me bc i am such a ~weak and defenseless small young woman~ lol. but bc i believed the fear and have had very little experience in citie #i have no idea how to navigate them or to be safe which creates the problem. like it makes it true that i am weak and defenseless bc i have #been shielded from being able to learn how to be smart and strong and cognizant of my surroundings. and i am so angry about it and hope tha #i will SHATTER that sense when im there and come away from it w confidence ive never had before #like i don’t have… pepper spray or anything like that. idk if that’s a thing ppl actually carry on them or if it’s just a thing ppl say. i #genuinely have zero idea at all. and i really really hope i won’t be in a situation where i’ll wish i had some. i doubt i will be but still

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gingerbreadmonsters · 10 months

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I was *this* close to asking about the resist and elongate follow-up, but then I see the Vincent wips and 👀 extra-curricular is looking vv interesting~ your Vin is adorable~💖

pinksparkl's talking about this game (asks still open!)

VINCENT!! discord can confirm that i spend far too much time compiling various hanfu pictures for chinese!vincent and it's honestly the best decision i've ever made.

(this is DEFINITELY going to have to go under the cut. vincent AND vega in the same post?? think of the children!)

no, seriously. it gets sexy. MINORS DNI.

extracurriculum is....... exactly what it says on the tin, to be honest. i THINK it began as a dare on discord, and it's basically turning into a short smut exercise because i need the practice lmao 🫠🫠 there's functionally no plot, it's just possessive vincent fucking lovely in the stairwell because they're hot and he can. what more does a man need 😇😇

and, like, look - i have the doc open anyway, so we might as well...... 🥰🥰

i've mentioned before that i'd love to write a wedding fic, but i've never really had a good way of doing it - easy pickings is basically my way of manufacturing that scenario! i very much have a soft spot for morticia-and-gomez, that's-my-wife!, i'll-burn-the-world-for-you type characters, ESPECIALLY villains, and there's really nobody better for that than vega.

(also fun fact! the name of this document comes from possibly the most bizarre place, but i promise it's related. it takes a lot of sitting, getting chicks to hatch!)

#it would be remiss of me not to do both 🥳🥳#vincent is always a wonderful choice 😍😍 and we all know how i feel about vega #atm extracurricular is not meant to be too long (esp as we start in media res)#but easy pickings should be a fair bit longer #vincent is forever chinese to me it is so important #by which i don't mean he necessarily grew up in china but i think he's at least partly ethnically chinese #like me!! 🥳🥳 except he actually looks it lmao #i'm mixed but i look so white it's painful #anyway i got distracted. possessive vincent that's what's going on here #the wedding thing is so funny to me bc neither vega or warden really knows whats going on #i say it all the time but it is especially true here. they r like space aliens undercover as humans #it is their first day on earth and they have absolutely no idea what is happening but they r doing their best #it is so beloved to me i love them so much #ginger speaks to lovely blogs #ooh a game!#redacted asmr

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rubber-duck-of-doom · 7 months

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The Technomancy Project (What Happens in Vegas)

spoilers below the cut

this is me recording thoughts

starting off with the sass love it

OLD TIMER -ALI I LOVE YOU

and Jason is useless (self proclaimed)

Jason why are you enjoying this so much

Jason you idiot-Craigslist really

ALI WHY DID WE TRUST HIM WITH A COMPUTER

ELI made a joke

and we're back with the Jason is old jokes

and now we're playing cards this can only go so well

Jason are you FLIRTING

Ali is trying to be friends and share feelings and I love that for her

Ali is concerned and I love that

ELIJAH IS TALKING ABOUT HIS FEELINGS I LOVE HIM

AH YES THREATENING LAYLA CAN'T SAY I DON'T APPROVE please don't let Jason near the cultists that won't go well

"DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID" -ALI 2023 (like this isn't foreshadowing)

Jason is absolutely flirting

Steve runs a support group for people with a gambling addiction - I love this man

OH? MAKE UP FOR THE PAST? STEVE? WHAT DID YOU DO? -oh Steve's mom is dead -it was the drugs -adopted by his own dad from an orphanage? -Jason is right this is a soap opera

Jason why are we taking lessons from hallmark Christmas cards

(TRYING TO DO BETTER)(I'M SENSING A THEME)(CHANGE)

CULTISTS!? AND NOW THEY'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED

ALI wants her EMP mood honestly mood

AND WE DON'T FLIRT WITH ALI IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE

ELI IS PISSED AND I LOVE THAT FOR HIM

and this is not the guy who you're looking for

UH OH

"FUCK OFF"-ALI

OH NO ELI KNOWS THE GUY WHO BOUGHT HIM THE DRINK

AND NOW ELI IS RUNNING FAST

ADELAIDE!!!!!!! EXCUSE ME!!!!

Eli is awkward now :)

Ali is even more awkward and i love it :)

Ali doesn't know what to do with this

aww they still love each other

(this can only end badly)

"Not everything is about what you need Elijah" -Adelaide

YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE AND SAY THIS TO MY BOY (SHE DOES HAVE A POINT THOUGH)

and he's still trying

this is the most emotional I've ever heard him

and she has something sinister under her belt

SHES LAYLA'S REPLACEMENT OH NO poor Eli

"Don't forget you're a monster Elijah""I know""But I'm a better one"

NOT HER POISONING HIM

AND HERE COMES ALI TO THE RESCUE

ALI HAS BEEF NOW (I CAN'T WAIT)

EX-HUSBAND (OH NO )

"I'm doing this for the both of us" NO YOU ARE NOT

and now back to Jason being kidnapped

-on with the sass

-with Steve

ADELAIDE KIDNAPPED JASON AND STEVE

-I wish i didn't see this coming but I did

STEVE IS WHO YOU'RE LOOKING FOR JASON

Steve is trying to save face and i love that for him

...and now he's been stabbed...

Jason loves his friends -and now he's concerned

oh? it wasn't actually poison (can she be reasoned with)

"fantasize about your crazy ex later we got shit to do"

Ali being a badass is a win

"lets go find our boy before hes possessed by a king of hell ....again"-Ali

Jason's overjoyed Steve lol

"I usually make it a policy to not trust cults"

Aww Steve doesn't exactly know whats going on

"Whatever I did i can't change it now. the only thing i can do is move forward"-Jason

Steve what the fuck did you do

and now Jason has a knife

Steve did you murder your whole family -yes yes he did

QUINN this is a much better name

aww Jason is trying to give a pep talk

I sense they will either hate eachother or be besties

aww quinn has trauma (welcome to the club)

(THE GOAL OF BEING BETTER) (NEW THEME)

Jason...just....got...stabbed...

quinn no

you could have been besties now you're worsties

ali and elijah to the rescue

jason is a tired old man confirmed

and now jason has a new complex

"nice girl just a tad homicidal"-jason

the concern

in conclusion everyone is sad and we're all fucked but what else is new

IN SUMMARY

Jason is old Don't go to Vegas Elijah actually does feelings for once Adelaide is a bitch and I will not forgive her Quinn please you could have had friends we love everyone's concern for each other

#the technomancy project #i have thoughts #THIS EPISODE WAS AMAZING AS ALWAYS #now i have to wait a month :(#but worth it #please go listen to this show #what happens in vegas #S2ep6 Spoilers #Technomancy Project Spoilers

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letstrywritingmaybe · 5 months

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A pop up marriage license bureau is opening up in the Vegas airport because it’ll be 123123, alright who’s going to write me this kaishi fic cause it’s gotta be done now

Update: I’m all caught up on Bob’s Burgers, and now I have no idea what I should watch that I can play in the background without necessarily paying attention at all times. I am finally finishing Schitt’s Creek and I’m crying cause Patrick and David are so freaking cute. But I’m still sad about Alexis and Ted, I’ve loved them since the start. I never liked what’s his face, Mutt? I don’t even remember his name any more. And Twyla being the best friend ever. Omm and Stevie, I just love all the brotps okay. I’m gonna watch the last episode now and probably cry some more. Okay now I want a CoAi wedding. My whole heart, someone write me this fic

Update 2: catching up with spy family and I finally finished season one. I do adore this anime. Becky and Anya are the best brotp and I love them so much! Like yes I love the found family aspect too, but I really have a thing about girlies sticking together and being bffs, it’s why I say death to the love triangle trope

Update 3: I’m slowly starting the pov series, but all I want to do is read fics. I don’t want to write *sigh. I haven’t gotten very far, but I woke up very early for me and took a nap on the couch cause I couldn’t be bothered to go upstairs to my room and my brain was being very loud. It’s why I’m a midnights girly even though it’s daytime. Anyways I was thinking of something I missed out on and I thought I was over it but evidently I wasn’t cause I was getting sad. So what better way to fix it then to write fic about it and give the happily every after to my ship. But for the record, missing out on HS things is a part of the journey and it’s okay. The one who got away mentality is too harmful me thinks, but as someone who loves romance and the idea of it I get it. *sigh I sometimes still think about writing a fic just hella projecting, it’s me I’m the problem it’s me. It’s why I gave up on pursuing romance, I can’t handle it and I’m so afraid of losing myself because I know I’m the type to do it. But anyways, magic portal into the past to change one moment fic cause I’ve never written one of those before

#steal my heart ship vibes #fic inspiration #I swear all the fun ideas goes to this ship #with CoAi I’m way more feelsy. granted they could randomly get married at the Vegas airport too but the vibes are off to me #anyways my city’s reputation is spot on and I’m here for it #I am the lucky one and it’s really not fair sometimes #I always get what I want and it makes me feel very selfish sometimes but also because my former friend said that to me #realistically I know everything happens for a reason and I do work hard for things but sometimes things just work out and I’m stunned #but when it comes to non platonic love I start to reject it cause I am terrified #anyways I also had a couple weird dreams while napping that are borderline scary hallucinations so let’s move on

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