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kissporsche · 2 years

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Sending from my main cuz tumblr is being rude about me sideblog still but THOUGHTSSSS

Thinking of how Macau was going with Vegas to the temple and how he was most likely just being a supportive sibling indulging his brother in his new interest. Even if he suspected the interest was only part of a scheme, although he couldn't tell exactly what the scheme was. Maybe he planned to sleep through the sermon anyway. Or maybe he thought he'd be making merits with Vegas so at least the two of them had each other in the next life when they were finally outside of the mafia bullshit. Did it matter to him? How aware was he of Vegas' interest in Pete beforehand? Did they talk about the moment from episode 6 after Vegas finished teasing Pete with the condom - did they have a naughty chuckle over it or did Macau pretend to laugh while he noticed more going on than his brother realized? Was his interruption of Pete's spying something Vegas urged him to do or did he decide to push both of them into a room together and watch what happened? If he planned on being the one to originally make merits did he mind giving that spot over to Pete? Did he still think Vegas had a real plan after that? Macau is so interesting because he is presented as chill except when he has to be involved with the family business, but even then we see him so little. I wanna get in this kid's brain!

MADDI MADS MAD MADDI!!!!!!!!!!

This is what I ADORE about Macau okay, he and Vegas spend so much time just hanging out? Like we know Macau comes to the family meetings, but apart from that he doesn't seem to be involved in the family business. He just likes chilling with his big brother, from the convo in episode 6 we hear the tail end of he's either getting a bit of business gossip or Vegas is just saying some bullshit because he knows they're being tailed and Macau is nodding along for the banter.

Vegas and Macau's relationship is so wonderful, because clearly Vegas will sometimes ask Macau to do pretty innocuous things (like apologise to Porsche) and Macau just goes ahead and does it, because he loves his big brother and even if he has no idea what he's up to he enjoys causing a little bit of chaos in a low-stakes, teenager kind of way (almost certainly as opposed to the things Vegas was having to do at his age, that he's now actively shielding him from BUT is also keeping him close and in the loop enough that he doesn't feel excluded and lashes out because of it. Vegas is managing to keep Macau at just the right distance so that he isn't in (too much) danger from either others, their father, or himself. It means they're obviously close but at the same time Macau isn't someone Vegas can really confide in. Because he's trying to save Macau from turning out the same way he did.)

So Vegas says he wants to start going to the temple and Macau says, hey sure why not, this is either a new interest (he already has enough religious iconography up after all, might as well put his money where his mouth is), or like you say he assumes it's part of a scheme but either way he gets to be involved in Vegas's life, so what can it hurt?

I think Macau doesn't really give a shit about the sermon, and probably knows Vegas doesn't either. They both give off the vibe that they're there for Mischief purposes, although I would ABSOLUTELY love to see a version of that scene where they go to the temple aiming to cause chaos and actually end up taking the merit making seriously because what you said about them wanting to meet each other in the next life again made me tear up :( (you can't just 'in our next life let's be brothers again' me like that). I don't think there's any resentment over Pete getting that instead, because going to the temple with Vegas was about spending time with his brother more than anything else, and getting an insight into his life. And however much of that scene Macau saw (can we assume from the epilogue that Macau has a habit of faking being asleep in order to eavesdrop?) it sure DID give him an insight into his brother's life!

okay lets go chronologically because you made me realise that Macau was close enough by in episode 6 to see Vegas do his whole "SORRY I LEFT MY HUGE CONDOMS FOR MY MASSIVE SCHLONG IN YOUR BAG OF PRODUCT PLACEMENT BREAD, WANT TO FUCK ME ABOUT IT?" (god i love this show) schtick which is simply the cringiest thing ever. And he also would have been there when Vegas BOUGHT that stuff and you can bet he was such a little shit about it. Vegas is trying to be all scary and sexy but five minutes earlier he was trying to keep a straight face while paying the cashier because Macau was absolutely HOWLING with laughter behind him. Sir, the cringefail of it all.

But oh I love the idea of Vegas walking away from the car with a stupid smirk on his face and Macau noticing and asking "are you smiling?" as a tease, and Vegas immediately wiping the smile off his face and telling him to shut up.

Because THEN at the temple, Macau sees that SAME bodyguard again! Isn't that fun?

And his beloved bastard big bro asks him to help get Pete into the sermon with them ("Oh, so his name is Pete?" "What are you mumbling about?" "Nothing, nothing.") Macau... isn't stupid. He knows his brother, he knows he's volatile and violent and broken, and he knows damn well that there's nothing he can really do about that. So when Vegas asks him for his help? He's never going to refuse him. More likely that he jumps at the chance and it doesn't matter at all to him what Vegas's intentions are, as long as he can help his older brother in any small way, any way at all, how he knows Vegas quietly helps him all the time. He will take that opportunity.

Doesn't mean he won't tease the hell out of him for it at the same time though. Because- I think we overlook the fact that as soon as Pete leaves to pour away the water Vegas has to shake Macau awake, hurriedly scribble a homoerotic post-it note, and then run away from the temple, teen brother in tow. Because Pete didn't take THAT long having his little horny existential crisis. Bitch would have had to powerwalk at least to be totally out of sight by the time he got back. The image of Macau tapping his foot, reading the note over Vegas's shoulder and "Are you leaving the bodyguard a love note?" "It's not a- it's a threat." "Right, right. And you feeling him up, was that a threat too?"

Basically, baby boy would be hype as hell to 1- be involved in his Vegas's life in any fashion; 2- actually get to help Vegas in his schemes; and 3- be a total little shit about Vegas's flirting/intimidation combo techniques, because it's honestly hysterical imagining the aftermath of these scenes when Macau is just... also there. Shit eating grin on his face, and Vegas the big bad mafia heir has to endure being teased by a teenager all the way back to the minor family house.

#answer #fiddlepickdouglas #I COULD HAVE TURNED THIS INTO ACTUAL META BUT <3 #I JUST THINK THEY'RE NEAT!#and if macau DID notice vegas noticing pete then what would his reaction be to seeing pete in the hospital post ep 14 huh #THIS ONE IS A TRUE RAMBLE THANKS FOR ASKING #<33333 #kp orig #vegaspete #vegaspetemacau #I SIMPLY LOVE MACAU'S BENIGN LITTLE SHIT ENERGY #AND HOW ALL THREE OF THEM ARE GOING TO GEL AS A FAMILY POST-FINALE

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fawndlyvenus · 5 months

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You give tea collector vibes 💕🍵

WHO TOLD YOU?!… I mean- who told you?👀💦

I do love my teas. They make me happy and cozy.🥰 Thank you for that compliment. I hope you’re able to have a nice cup of *insert favorite warm drink here* very soon!🤍💛🫂

#Venus answers #ask game?#I believe it may be but if not just a lovely little thing 🥰#fiddlepickdouglas

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davincsoo · 2 years

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Vegaspete + Vegas wants to celebrate an anniversary but the fucking mission he's on gets in the way (vegasandhishedgehog)

Wow, so this turned out much longer than I was intending, um, lmao. Not sure if it is exactly what you were expecting, but I still hope that it's a good read! Feel free to make comments on it, I am no opposed to critisism :D

Little fic info:

Words: 2751 Contains some fluff, some spicy scenes, (I don't know how to label this really lmao). Warnings: Mild smut, language, tad bit of old vegas pokes through.

This fic doesn't have a name, because I suck at names. So. LMAO

(Had to shove it all under a read more tab because it was so long lmao)

"Where do you want to go?" Vegas had let the question escape his mouth in a whisper against Pete's neck, just under his ear lobe. It was his favorite place to place his lips, and he definitely noticed how sensitive the skin was there for Pete. "Name the place, and I will take you there."

Pete and Vegas had been sharing a bath for quite sometime now, having to refill it twice so far because the water had gotten cold. Pete had been nestled in between Vegas's legs, back resting against his chest. "What's the occasion?" he asks as his eyes started to become droopy.

"You didn't think that I would forget, did you?" The tone in his voice was playfully hurt, something that Pete noticed, and clicked his tongue at. "I've been working hard in order to request time off for this."

The 'this' in which he speaks of is the anniversary of the day Pete forgave and accepted his feelings for him. It may be such a trivial thing to celebrate, but for Vegas, it meant the world.

"You hadn't been home in weeks, but to sleep and shower," Pete defends. He leans his head back against Vegas's shoulder, and tilts his head slightly to look at him. "I wasn't thinking much of anything other than neglect."

Vegas frowned. "It was the only way Porsche would let me take the time off. That guy has been a pain in my ass over it."

"That's my best friend that you are bad mouthing right now," Pete warns.

"And you know that I am right," he answers calmly.

Pete didn't respond, and lifted his head back up to look at the slowly disappearing bubbles. For a while, they sat in silence, neither of them uttering a word. It wasn't until Pete drained the tub for the last time that anything was said. "I want to go to the beach," he answers finally. "Before it starts to get cold. I want to go to the beach."

"The beach it is."

A few days later, the two of them arrive at a privately owned beach, one of which is owned through a friend of Vegas's. He had chosen this specifically for the sights, and how sealed off it was from outsiders. Not only that, but it had a cove that Vegas was most interested in Pete seeing, and maybe even having a picnic at.

"Wow," comes Pete, astonished by the sights that he was seeing. He looked at the two story beach house in awe at how large it was. "Are you sure that it's okay that we can stay here? Seems like we should be paying to stay here."

"My friend owes me the favor," he tells him, with a pleased smile at how happy Pete looked. "So as long as we clean up after ourselves, and don't break anything, I don't owe him anything."

"I want to have a look inside!" shouts a very excited Pete as runs up the steps, and into the house.

Vegas stood there for a few seconds, taking in the sights, and just thinking about how needed this will be for the both of them.

Later that night after dinner, Pete poked at Vegas until he finally agreed to going out back to sit in the hot tub. The nights had been starting to get cooler, so it made it the best time for a dip. "What are you doing, Pete?" questions Vegas as he watches the other slide his trunks down over his hips, letting them fall to his feet, and then kicking them out of the way.

"What do you mean by, 'What are you doing?'" he responds with another question.

Vegas watches as Pete plays innocent all the way inside the hot tub, and submerges half of himself in the steamy water. What an evil little shit, he thought to himself. "You know that I can't control myself when you act this way," he lightly warns, following Pete's lead by ridding himself of his own trunks. He then heads over to the hot tub himself, and takes the spot beside Pete.

"I have absolutely not a single clue as to what you could possibly be talking about," Pete says, continuing on with this act that he is doing. "I'm just letting the warmth of this hot tub reach every inch of me. What could be so wrong with that?"

Vegas had enough of this little game Pete was playing. He couldn't take the teasing any longer, and Pete knew that. Vegas grabbed Pete by the waist, and then lifted him onto his lap. This had Pete grinning in satisfaction, but not for long. He slid his hands from Pete's waist up along his back, toward his neck, and pulled his head down to capture his lips with his own. The little muffled moan didn't go unnoticed, and neither did the attempt at grinding himself against Vegas. Before Vegas could respond, however, he could hear his cell phone ringing from inside the house.

"Ignore that," Vegas tells Pete, who seemed to have had peeked interest at the fact that someone was calling this late. He focused his attention back on Pete, moving his lips along the other's jaw line, dragging his tongue along his skin.

The phone continues to ring, and Pete pulls away from him annoyed.

"You either go and answer that, or I will put a bullet in it."

Finding it best not to argue with him, Vegas brings himself out of the hot tub, grabbing the towel he brought out to use as he heads back inside. Carefully walking his way through the kitchen, he grabs his phone from the kitchen table, answering it with a sigh. "It hasn't even been a full twenty-four hours yet," he complains. "What could you possibly want from me right now?"

On the other end of the phone is Porsche, who seemed apologetic, but not enough to hang up the phone call. "I know I promised you a full twenty-four hours before I would order you to continue on with this job, but it turns out that they are moving out tonight. I need you at the drop sight before dawn, before they get there. I've sent some guys down there to assist you in your cover, they will arrive around the same time that you do."

"Porsche, I have plans set for Pete and I all day, you can't expect me to just ditch him..."

"This wouldn't be the first time you've hurt his feelings, and it won't be the last. Before dawn, Vegas. Lord help you if you fuck this up."

The line went dead, and Vegas had to refrain from throwing his phone. "Just one fucking week," he says through clenched teeth. "One fucking worry free week, and he can't even give me that!"

The following afternoon after convincing the buyer that he needed time to think, he was in the kitchen cooking lunch for Pete who had been still sleeping. Before they had gone to bed, Vegas had explained the circumstances of this trip, and tried his damnedest for Pete to understand, as well as forgive him for partially deceiving him. Pete said that he understood, but Vegas knew that he was in a deep shit with him.

In the midst of finishing placing everything on the table, Pete finally makes an appearance, although very sluggishly. "It smells good," he tells him with a tad bit of a groggy voice. "When did you get in?"

Vegas places the last dish on the table and urges Pete to have a seat. "Not too long ago," he answers, and takes a seat himself. "I would have woken you, but you looked like you needed the rest, so I left you sleeping."

"Leaving someone to fend for themselves will do that," he answers with an attitude, one that he quickly apologises for. "Sorry... That wasn't fair for me to say."

"It's valid though, and I'm sorry too."

They both end up eating in silence. Not one looked up at the other, and neither one spoke a word. The only sounds you could hear with the scraping of forks and spoons against plates. Vegas would steal a few glances at Pete, watching as he complimented it with each bite that he took. It was cute, how even though Pete was clearly upset with him, he still managed to make him smile in the smallest of ways.

"There is a festival happening in town," Vegas begins carefully, breaking the silence as they both had finished eating. Pete was cleaning up the table as Vegas watched, something he often did because he just looked so damn attractive while he was cleaning. "Not sure for what, but my friend said that they are really fun, so I was thinking that we should go..."

Pete just shrugged, and began to fill the sink up with soap and water. Vegas sighed heavily, and got up from his seat. He hated when Pete was mad at him, but he just couldn't stand when Pete wouldn't engage in conversation with him. "Pete..." he pouts as he comes up behind the other and wraps his arms around his waist. "Don't be like this. You know that this vacation is all about me and you."

"And the job that Porsche sent you here to do, right?"

"Ouch," Vegas mumbles.

Pete turns around in Vegas's arms, and brings his arms around to hug him. "I'm sorry," he tells him again. "I guess I'm just upset that you weren't just honest with me from the start, instead if finding all of this out while trying to actually spend a decent night with you."

"I know, and you're right. I should have told you about the job that I was sent here to do before we even left."

"I just said that," teases Pete, and he yelps when Vegas moves his hands down to dig his fingers into Pete's ass.

"You really like trying me, don't you?" When Pete doesn't answer, Vegas moves his hands from Pete's ass to inside his pants, and then slides one of them in between the both of them. It was the gripping of something else, and the motion in which Vegas was moving his hand that caused a whole different noise to leave Pete's throat. "You've been awfully daring with that mouth of yours lately."

"Stop giving me a reason to be," Pete breathes out, only to find his hips jerking forward on their own accord when Vegas begins to work his hand all too well.

"See," he whispers into his ear, his lips brushing against Pete's ear lobe. "There you go again, thinking that you can just say anything without repercussions."

Pete swallowed hard, and attempted to hold back another moan, but it was useless with Vegas rubbing the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. It made him weak, it made him crumble, the things his fingers could do to him. Pete's legs began to buckle beneath him, and Vegas was quick to pin him back against the sink.

"Vegas," he whispers, his head falling back, and his eyes shutting. Vegas places a kiss to Pete's exposed neck, giving him a few licks and nips as he does so. He looks up at the other, watching as Pete unravels at his touch.

Then again, like clock work it seemed, Vegas's phone rang. "Don't," Pete forces out. "Don't you fucking dare."

He didn't want to, god did he not want to. If he didn't answer the phone, Porsche would kill him. "I'm sorry," he says softly, and retracts his hand from Pete's pants. He pulls away from him, only to have his hard sink at the sight of Pete falling to the floor, hard, and pissed off. Vegas takes his phone from his pocket and answers it. "Yes?"

As Vegas spoke with Porsche, Pete sat up against the cabinet beneath the sink, chest heaving, and his eyes shooting daggers up at him. When Vegas finishes the call with Porsche, Pete looks at him for a few moments before finally getting up from the floor. Not sparing him even a glance, Pete walks past Vegas to exit the kitchen.

"Where are you going, Pete?"

"To go take a shower and finish what your ass fucking started."

The following day, Vegas was determined to spend all his time with Pete, even if it killed him, which it still might. He started the day off by pampering Pete in various ways, as an apology for being the world's greatest asshole on a vacation. He drew him a bath with smelling salts and bubbles. He then lit a safe amount of candles around the tub in order to set a relaxing mood.

After the bath, Vegas gave Pete a massage, which he found that was well needed after all the knots that he had found. "Am I hurting you?" he had asked him, referring to the pained noises coming from him. To which he responded, "Yes, but it hurts so fucking good, so don't stop." This made him laugh, and then he just continued on with it.

He then topped it off with a nice breakfast poolside as they watched the sun come up. They sat side by side at first, but then Pete eventually ended up sitting on Vegas's lap, complaining that the wind was far too chilly to be sitting alone.

Now Vegas was in the car waiting for Pete to finish packing the picnic basket. "You've done so much for me this morning, let me take care of lunch," Pete had told him while they were putting together beach bags. Vegas didn't argue, mostly because he really didn't want to make Pete angry again, but also because it didn't matter to him who it was that made the lunch, he just wanted today to go perfectly.

"Hey," comes Pete's voice as he get into the passenger's seat, and shuts the car door. "Are you alright?"

"Hm?" responds Vegas, having not been paying attention. "Oh, yeah, yeah. I was just lost in thought."

"If it was involving that job again..."

"No, no! It wasn't. I was just thinking about you, and wanting today to go as planned is all."

Pete, although skeptically, just flashes him a smile, and pats his thigh. "Relax, I'm just teasing." He tugs on his seat belt and fastens it, and then makes sure that it's secure. "Where are we going today anyways?

Vegas shook his head. "I'm not telling you because it is a surprise."

"Vegas!" Pete ran excitedly, dragging him through the small man-made path to the little cove that he had wanted Pete to see. "Look at this view! Look at it!"

"I see it, I see it," Vegas responds, laughing lightly at how enthusiastic Pete was at the sight before them.

Pete let go of Vegas, and ran across the sand, surprising even himself that he didn't fall flat on his face. "Wow," he gasps, looking out at the crystal clear blue water. He dropped his beach bag beside him, and slid out of his flip flops. He instantly heads into the water, and bends over slightly to look at his feet under the water. The entire sight of it all: Pete kicking one foot back and forth to see if the water changed color from the sand being moved, and then gasping in awe that it remained its clear blue color, just the kid in him showing made his heart flutter.

He was reminded because of it, just how much he loves Pete, and why he fell in love with him. Despite everything he has put him through, and how much pain he has caused him, he still manages to let it go, and still love him anyways.

He looked down at the pocket of his trunks as his phone rang, and groaned. He looked back up at Pete, who had also heard the phone ring, and pulled the phone from his pocket. He looks back down at his phone, his eyes lingering on Porsche's name coming across the screen, and decides that he'd rather deal with a pissed off Porsche, than hurt Pete again. So he turns his phone off, and drops it into his own bag. He was going to spend an entire day with Pete with no interruptions, and his life, more so his job, was just going to have to wait.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #pete #vegas #petevegas #vegaspete #vegas and pete #pete and vegas #davi writes #replies #asks #fic reqs #fiddlepickdouglas

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bbreaddog · 1 year

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Trevor Wilson becoming a single dad on purpose AU!!!!!! I have a few paths I want to take with this, but I’ll post this version for now:

Trevor and his partner have been trying for a pregnancy for ages. They’ve struggled for quite a few months already. They’ve tried every method and remedy and alternate ways suggested by friends and family and so many doctors. Every test comes back negative. And with every negative comes every frustration. They return to the doctor once more and run some tests. When the doctor says everything looks normal and healthy, Trevor and his partner share a sigh of relief. Then, the doctor turns to Trevor and asks if they could run some tests on him, just in case. He agrees.

That’s when they find that Trevor is infertile.

They’re shattered. Trevor’s dreamt of becoming a dad since long before he and his partner even knew the other existed. Determined, he suggests adoption as a potential path they could take. Partner turns it down, stating with a pained expression on their face that they want the child to be theirs. What about IVF? No, they say with a sigh. They want their baby to be naturally conceived. Trevor bites back a retort that their child would be theirs no matter how they were conceived. He knows it’s from months of pent-up frustration, and arguing will lead to nowhere. Then perhaps, the sperm bank? No, they insist, it has to be theirs. A fight ensues. It drags on for two months. In the end, they decide it’s for the best that they go their separate ways.

Recluse. He doesn’t think about his ex. He doesn’t think about his infertility. He doesn’t think about how it ruined everything, and he doesn’t think about how it was stupid hopeful wishing that they still somehow could have had a happy family together. He doesn’t think about any of that at all.

It’s not until Rose pulls him aside at Julie’s 3rd birthday party for a quiet private intervention that Trevor finally finds it in himself to gather up all his pieces and pull himself together.

He has never been more thankful for the existence of the internet. The next couple weeks see him searching and researching orphanages until he finds a reputable one that’s nearby. They call and email back and forth, discussing all the legalities and formalities before Trevor is finally (finally!) on his way to meet his baby.

In the waiting room, his leg shakes vigorously as he tries to expend all this nervous energy pent up inside. After what feels like hours, he hears a “Mr. Wilson?” and looks up. The orphanage director is standing just in front of the doorway beside the front desk. And behind her, a strawberry blonde girl, no bigger than 3, wearing her Sunday best that includes a hot pink bow in her hair, clutching the pantyhosed calf she’s peeking out from. Trevor melts.

Carrie is only shy for a few minutes, Trevor finds. After a brief introduction to each other, Trevor kneels down to her level and immediately feels a short stubby finger poking the shiny colourful badges on the lapel of his leather jacket and is asked what they mean. Carrie stares at him with bright sparkly eyes as he carefully explains each one. When the topic turns to music, Carrie practically leaps off the ground and immediately shows off by singing her favourite song, accompanied with her own choreography.

When Carrie and Julie meet, they become instant friends. The fresh summer air is filled with squeals as Ray chases the girls around the backyard. Trevor and Rose watch on with equal parts amusement and fondness. Rose tells him how happy he seems nowadays, and makes a light jab at how it still doesn’t hide the dark circles under his eyes from sleepless nights trying to get a toddler to settle into bed. “Could say the same about you,” is what Trevor says with a laugh.

The sky is silent again, save for the few birds chirping merrily under the shades of green, and the gentle whooshing of suburban cars passing by. Ray returns to them with two sleepy girls on each hand dragging their feet beside him. Ray ushers Julie back into the house, and Trevor picks Carrie up and rests her in his lap. Her head falls on his shoulder and she heaves a tired sigh. Trevor’s heart flutters, and he can’t help smiling when he turns to Rose. She returns it with a fond smile of her own.

It’s time to go home, but the Molinas don’t mind the company, and Trevor wants to stay in this moment just a little bit longer.

So they stay.

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