Since I got a fairly positive reaction, I'm starting my summary of the VegasPete Story. I'll be tagging the posts "#vp chapter by chapter", so check back!
Translation credits to @500od4 on Twitter (check their twitter for ongoing translations of "Memories of Macau" and "TayTimeTem Story") and vegas__luv on Wattpad (ongoing translation of VP)
Before We Start-- KinnPorsche Novel Ending, and things to know
The show diverges at a few key points, and excludes several characters. Here's the basics for show-only fans:
Two characters who appear in the novel that show-only fans may not be aware of:
Nop - A former main family bodyguard turned minor family subordinate. In the KinnPorsche novel, he brought the captured Pete food and advised Pete to remain calm. His advice led to Pete treating Vegas with kindness and directly led to their relationship.
Dr Top - A Theerapanyakul-owned doctor. Tutored high school-aged Macau, and takes care of both parts of the family when injured or sick. Macau believes Top is his first love. He and Tankhun are fighting for Dr Top’s attention.
Gun is still abusive in the novel, with bonus homophobia because why not. He also has a series of mistresses, which Vegas blames for his mother’s suicide and also uses as an excuse for his own misogyny. Gun’s current mistress, Prim, is pregnant (and about the same age as Vegas).
Porsche’s mom is dead dead. Korn kept her body on ice in his greenhouse because??????? Korn and Gun have conflicting stories about Nampheung’s death, but ostensibly she killed herself because one of the brothers killed her husband and possibly sexually assaulted her. Locked in the greenhouse with Porsche and Kinn, Korn shoots Gun. Vegas, locked on the other side of the door, snaps and runs, ending up in a car crash.
In the hospital, Gun’s mistress gets into an argument with Macau. According to her, Gun intended to disinherit Vegas and Macau in favor of her new baby. Macau pushes her, causing her water to break and Prim to go into labor. Prim disappears from the hospital, leaving the baby behind.
Pete, having chosen to resign as a bodyguard in order to move in with Vegas, enthusiastically decides to adopt the new baby, naming him “Venice”. Vegas is not terribly pleased by this development, but he’s a sucker for Pete so I guess they have a baby now. Kim shows up at the hospital and tells Vegas to sign over the minor family’s holdings back to the major family, since Gun’s dead. Also Macau has clinical depression. Given his family, I’m not surprised.
SPEAKING OF THE MAJOR FAMILY: Kinn is officially the heir to the major family, and Korn gives Porsche the signet ring for the minor family. That done, he pulls Kim aside and hands him control of Korn’s personal secret organization. And so, the Theerapanyakuls continue to set up their sons to kill each other.
Chapter 1
We open in media res– in a warehouse, a distressed Pete holds a gun on Vegas and Porsche. Vegas tries to talk Pete down, but what
Chapter 2
Vegas gets home at midnight, smelling like alcohol. He has many soft and fluffy feelings about Pete. Boy does Vegas love Pete. Al
Chapter 3
PETE POV
Pete is at the hospital when Arm shows up. Arm has been concerned about the growing number of injuries on Pete's body,
Chapter 4
VEGAS POV
Vegas wakes up cuddling Pete and Venice like the sap he is. Gosh he loves Pete. Pete’s been wearing turtlenecks and lo
Beebtucherie board: turkey sausage, cheddar cheese (white AND yellow for discerning beebs), half banana with cinnamon sunbutter, tomatoes and pepperoni with ranch, and these stupid hard cookies i hate but beeb loves.
(I wasn't home when she came home so i dont know how the onigiri fared! Booooo)
I do really love it when women write graphic and fucked up things. I feel like so often people react to fucked up fiction with “of course a disgusting man would write this 🙄” and it often carries an unspoken (honestly sometimes spoken) message of “a woman’s PURE and DELICATE and FEMININE mind could NEVER think of something this VILE”. Thank you women in fucked up fiction 🫡
hey you. teenage girl writing in her diary. quit talking about the boy you have a crush on and start writing about the current political situation, the valuation of currencies, and the level of technology your people hold. your diary might be the only piece of evidence our society existed after nuclear war fries all of our data backups. future historians don't need to know about damian, they need at least a secondhand accounts of the great water wars and whether or not your leaders truly did worship a deity called "the free hand of the market"
Keep writing about your crush Teenaged Girl. About your clothes, and how that other girl wore the same dress as you. Paint me a picture of what you were like.
Make those future Historians reverse engineer the socioeconomic hierarchies of the 21st century from dreamy descriptions of Damian's current fashions. It's giving them enrichment.
Talk about the things you want to talk about. You never know what mysteries your diary might solve in future generations bc you are the only person who talks about something that other people thought was too obvious to talk about, like whatever that third condiment dish that used to be on the table with salt and pepper was for.
*stares in irritation at printer companies as he once again jailbreaks his sublimation printer*
And that's why you aren't allowed to talk to the internet anymore, you piece of shit. That's why the house firewall has a special exclusion for you, in particular. Because there are no new fucking features you can give me as an update & if you can't talk to the internet, you can't be attacked either, so the only fucking reason you might need an "update" is to keep me from successfully using ink that costs $39.99 and try to force me to use ink that costs $339.99 and no that is not a fucking typo. To lock you back up again in ink jail.
Be free, you piece of shit. And never talk to the internet again.
People on the internet love to criticize work by Some Guy with zero institutional power like it's made by Disney Studios, and talk about Disney movies like they're made by their personal friend Amy, who is just trying her best,
