Me: I Don't Have Commitment Issues

Me: I don't have commitment issues

Also me: *Gets a quarter of the way through any WIP and suddenly feels the intense urge to delete it all*

vegaspete

The Last Bodyguard's Rule

If Vegas Theerapanyakul is in walking distance of you.

Change it to a one-way flight sort of distance.

If (1) cannot be fathomably achieved, take safety precautions.

e.g. Do NOT under any circumstances, pull out a cigarette. We do not care how stressed you are. If you fail to comply, Vegas WILL offer you a lighter.

...And if you take this lighter, he may propose one of the following to you in the coming weeks:

A) Marriage

B) Running away together to an unmarked grave unknown place.

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Remember, Vegas is waiting. He is watching. And I know many of you are motherless (ref: Porsche Kittisawasd) but parents usually tell their kids not to take candy from strangers. Vegas is that stranger.

So always look eighteen times over both your shoulders and between your legs (ref: Head Bodyguard Pete Saengtham) before pulling out a cigarette.

Welcome to Bodyguarding 101. May the games begin.

When you finally find that epic drip that feels custom made for you.

*VegasPete in full enemies who wanna badly fuck each other arc*

Vegas: What the fuck are you looking at?!?? *ask aggressively while putting down his book*

Pete: I’m looking at your stupid face!! *taking off his boxing gloves*

Vegas: Why?? You wanna kiss me or what?? *rising his brow questionably*

Pete: More like I wanna punch you but yeah… that too… *clenching his fists*

Vegas:

Pete:

Macau: Just kiss already!!! *rolling his eyes in annoyance while playing his video games*

VegasPete: *start making out aggressively*

*Pete hating/denying the fact that he has a huge ass crush on Vegas*

Pete: Look at him… thinking that he looks goddamn good with that perfect hair, and that stupid velvet shirt that he doesn’t bother to button up cuz he thinks he looks fucking sexy…

Porsche: …

Pete: And don’t get me started with that freaking smile… why are you smiling for??? For me to kiss you??? Don’t freaking test me. I fear not man. Men fear me instead.

Arm: …

Pete: I could literally kiss the hell out him so he can stop fucking smiling… agh Istg I hate him!!!

Porsche: Do you????? *visibly confused*

Vegas: Shhh… let him continue. I wanna know what he gonna do after kissing the hell out of me