#pete kinnporsche

[akindofemotionaltether]

Pete reaching out to caress Vegas' lips and face 😭😭😭

[perths]

insp

[queerbrainrot]

Pete smiling when Vegas was torturing him gave me vibes of "if you can't beat them, outfreak them" and i support him in this honestly

[smittenskitten]

Gif Request: VegasPete in I will consume you trailer (x)

[incorrectkinnporsche]

Porsche: guys, guys. Did you hear about the italian chef who died?

Porsche: he pasta-way

Big: *chuckles*

Ken: what.

Arm: did he just-?

Pol: WAS THAT A LAUGH ?

Pete: dude, how did you do that?

Porsche: I don't know, man. I'm scared

[adarku]

my favourite characters

1. deeply traumatised and fucked up, has obvious issues

2. also fucked up if you can see through 10 layers of denial, sarcasm and humor

3. fucking goofball

[ealeczander]

Vegas *in the hospital bed eating popcorn*: No way! You have to be making this up! What happened next?

Pete *with wild movements pointing at the family chart he borrowed from Kim*: I promise you I’m not! And then Korn said that Porsche’s mom is actually alive! And she’s RIGHT THERE!

Vegas *spitting out popcorn*: NOOOOOO!

Pete: BUT SHE HAS AMNESIA!

Vegas: BOOOO! What a cliche! He has to be lying right?!!

Pete: BUT THAT’s not all…

[melancholycatastrophe]

Kinnporsche As Richard Siken Quotes pt. 2

Part 1 | Part 2 -> Part 3

[currentlylivingonaprayer]

ah, my favorite game:

Trying to figure our if the person mentioned in the tumbler post on my dash is:

Babe, from pit babe, babe the actor from the sign, or just some random actor/character.

Jeff, the prince of Thailand and amazing musician, or the sassy mechanic that can see the future.

Kim, the ferral cat from kinnporsche or the Korean racer.

Edit:

Dean, the guy with the hammer, or the guy with the angel crush

Pete, the bodyguard, or the enigma with the bad taste in man. (Omg, I just realized that this applies to both of them 😂)

I love my life

[akindofemotionaltether]

did he lick??? did he kiss??? did he sniff??? WHAT DID HE DO AND MADE PETE'S FACE CHANGE FROM BOTHERED TO AROUSED???? I WANNA KNOW!

[bienmoreau]

A little birthday present for @linacies who said they missed Pete

[fairy-orchid]

In this part of the story I am the one who dies the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you.

@asiandramanet ♡ event 04 ♡ love is in the air @asiandramanet ✧ Jan-Feb Bingo ✧ LGBTQ+ rep

[raelle-writing]

Sweet Dreams

Short VegasPete fic, posted as a twitfic and edited a little for Tumblr. Fluff, rated T. 764 words.

At first, sharing a bed was weird, Pete thought. He'd never shared a bed with anyone before Vegas. He'd always slept in twin beds on his own. Perhaps he'd shared a bed briefly, once or twice, on accident, or by necessity. But never ongoing.

But the first night after Vegas woke in the hospital, when Vegas looked at Pete and asked him to climb in bed with him, Pete couldn't say no. And though it was a little weird at first, he gradually relaxed into it.

Now, months later, he couldn't imagine sleeping alone. Couldn't imagine not waking up next to Vegas each morning, and falling asleep with him each night. Those silent moments where they could just hold each other, moments from sleep or waking - they were precious to him.

And to Vegas, too, he could tell. Because Vegas almost always insisted on sleeping curled up around him, somehow. Pete holding him, or the other way around, the two of them touching, even while asleep. Sometimes, Pete woke up with Vegas entirely on top of him, cheek on his chest, sleeping peacefully, and it was one of the best things Pete had ever experienced.

Sometimes, Vegas even napped on him. It was something he'd taken to lately, laying on the couch with his head in Pete's lap and nodding off as Pete played with his hair and read a book, or watched TV. Pete loved him, loved the intimate, soft feeling of knowing Vegas felt safe enough with him to fall so deeply asleep. So even if sometimes Vegas slept so long that Pete's legs cramped up, he'd never complain, or even think about moving. Vegas was too soft and precious for that.

That's where they were on a Friday afternoon when Macau came back from school. Vegas with his head in Pete's lap, asleep, Pete playing with his hair absently with one hand, a book in the other. He glanced up as he heard the front door open and shot Macau a smile and a shushing gesture.

Macau looked blank as he slipped off his shoes, then walked over, expression going oddly soft as he took in the sight of Vegas asleep on the couch. "Oh," he said softly and Pete nodded and smiled. Vegas didn't stir, so he was deeply asleep. Pete kept petting his hair, valuing this soft little moment so much.

Macau didn't go to his room, though, and Pete shot him a questioning glance and blinked as he took on the soft, almost emotional expression on Macau's face as he looked at his older brother on the couch.

"What is it?"

Macau's expression was still watery as he looked at at Pete again. He stepped closer and leaned down so he could speak softly, whispering, "Hia always had nightmares before."

That made Pete blink. Nightmares? Vegas had never had nightmares since they'd shared a bed.

"Really?"

Macau nodded, looking a little sad. "He'd wake up screaming and be up half the night, pacing around. It made him tired and stressed… and he's not like that anymore. Not since you."

Pete's lips parted in surprise, and he glanced down at Vegas' sleeping face in his lap. He looked so peaceful, there, asleep, breathing long and even, no sign of distress on his face. "I had no idea," whispered Pete.

"I think he feels safe around you," murmured Macau, and Pete glanced back to find the younger boy looking soft again, gaze on his older brother's face. Then he glanced up at Pete. "Thank you, P'."

Pete swallowed, throat feeling tight, then offered Macau a small smile. "You don't have to thank me. I didn't do anything."

"I know. But you changed everything, anyway." Macau sighed, then straightened up before murmuring, "I'm going to do homework. Let him sleep a bit more before we make dinner."

"Yeah, okay. I will." Macau walked away and Pete dropped his gaze down to Vegas' face again. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered softly.

Vegas didn't stir, breathing still long and even. It made Pete let out a soft, sad, but also contented little sigh, then pick up his book again. Vegas hid a lot of things from him, but that was okay in this case. After all, the nightmares were in the past now.

And if he felt safe enough around Pete to sleep soundly, then Pete would make sure Vegas never slept alone again.

With that thought in mind, he turned his attention back to his book and kept petting his fingers through Vegas' hair, leaving Vegas to his sweet dreams.

[incorrectkinnporsche]

*During that one Kinnporsche episode*

Porsche: I can't believe Big is homophobic

Pete: What?

Porsche: I know! I can't even understand how there's still people who think like that

Pete:

Pete: Porsche, Big is the gayest folk I've met in my whole life.

Porsche: wait-

Porsche: *brain damage*

Pete: I REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT THAT MAN COULD HAVE POSSIBLY DONE TO MAKE YOU THINK HE'S HOMOPHOBIC

[iveneverdoneanythingwrong]

[ealeczander]

It’s a CRIME that nobody talks about Pete’s cute little outfit in the last scene, with his hoop earrings and his baby blue shirt and loose high waisted pants, he looks so soft and smol I LOVE HIM, YOUR HONOUR