#thank you porsche

[fortheloveofaussiegrit]

Mark Webber & Stéphane Ortelli in a Porsche 911 Dakar vs a cake (part one)

[absolute-virginia-flute-exe]

Okay okay okay I need yall to hear me out

I need a season 2 of Kinnporche and idc how it happens, but I need Fort to play kinn and porche's son.

Like, I think Fort would absolutely slay a mafia roll, but also-

LOOK AT THIS SHOT AND TELL ME THATS NOT KINN'S KID. EYEBROWS AND ALL

[loneswaggingranger]

idk but I keep thinking about when kinn said, "I've never crossed that line with a bodyguard before. I don't know how I should place myself." and when porsche answered something like, "I also don't know what to do. I've never had that line crossed before." but when kinn asks, "can you please forgive me?" porsche answers, "i did that a long time ago."

and I also keep thinking about when vegas tells pete, "If I die today, could it be you who kills me?" and when vegas gets shot right before he was about to return pete's favour, falling inches away from the teal pool which is pete's thematic colour in equal parts contrast and harmony to vegas' red, while pete's shirt is covered in red as he sobs by his side

Idk man i just keep thinking about this whole fucking show and it permeates into every second of my waking life – like i'd be casually washing my dishes and then suddenly. i remember that this show exists and then it's all haha teehee nth to see here im totally normal j slowly dying inside slowly with kinnporsche scenes semi-permanently lodged in my brain byeeeeeee ✨️✨️✨️✨️

[mileapo]

now kiss

[yujeong]

Pete didn't realize he was holding his breath until Vegas slightly moved in front of him. He was too focused on what was in Vegas' hands, stretched in his direction for Pete to apparently take.

A gift, Vegas called it. Pete couldn't understand.

"Vegas. What are those?"

It was a stupid question to ask, but Pete couldn't help it.

Vegas' grip tightened around the bouquet. "Isn't it obvious? Flowers," he replied hastily, the pitch of his voice higher than normal. "Do you not like them?"

He was nervous. On edge. It explained some things, but not everything. Pete had to know. He had to figure out what was going on.

"Did something happen at the compound?"

Vegas had been at a meeting with Porsche all evening. He had seemed fine upon returning home, but then he suddenly interrupted Pete who had been washing the dishes and pulled out a bouquet of yellow roses from his backpack and he offered them to him with a warm smile on his face, somehow expecting Pete to not grow suspicious of the gesture.

"Why do you think something happened at the compound?" Vegas asked and his tone of voice made Pete finally raise his head to look at him.

Vegas looked hurt. His eyes were glassy, his breathing uneven. He was going to cry soon if this conversation continued. Pete didn't want that.

"I... just... Vegas, we can go to our bedroom if you want-"

"Fuck, Pete, it's not about that," Vegas groaned and threw the bouquet on the dinner table. He ruffled his hair harshly and muttered something Pete didn't hear. Probably calling himself a failure, as always.

"Has nobody ever given you a present before?" he shouted two seconds later, returning his attention to Pete, who could feel his eyebrows furrowing as he was staring back at him.

All Pete could do at the moment was utter the first thing that came to his mind.

"No? Why would they need to?"

Seeing the change in Vegas' demeanor made Pete come to a second realization then; that was the wrong answer to give.

[boysbeloving]

The bike of home wrecking AKA the bike of Kinn's nightmares AKA Vegas' red bike 🙃

The KinnPorsche Anniversary Event

week 2 (april 10 - april 16): favourite supporting character(s)

[iwantoceans]

“We were in screaming colour”

[nippelitietoturva]

I do often think about how, when it comes to mafia husbands, one took his role out of duty and so his brothers wouldn't have to and one ended up in this life against his will and wonder if, given the chance, they'd choose differently, since in a world of fiction, there's always other options (ahem mr. Tang Yi & co)

- So what I'm saying is that I need a fic where daddy Korn finally drops dead and my boys finally choose the peace they deserve

[live-from-flaturn]

KimChay: under the mask

I didn't see this coming, but, uh... here we are.

---

In this au, Kim and Chay do not meet during the canonical timeline. The Kittisawats still move into the compound, though, and Porsche's photokinetic powers activate/turn Korn to dust during the first Nampheung reveal.

With Kinn's funding/support Porsche starts taking down large swathes of the criminal underworld. He becomes an established Bangkok superhero, known for his charm: The Phoenix.

---

Kim is a wide-eyed, soft-smiling pop idol by day... and a superpowered vigilante by night.

After his Father's ruthless experimentation activated a dormant gene in Kim's DNA - and therefore his latent psionic powers (telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and teleportation) - he's been donning a special suit built for him by Arm & Co. in secret to help take down Korn's empire. Kinn wants to legitimize the businesses and secure them a real place in the word and Kim wants to help.

So he helps whenever he can by aiding The Phoenix in the guise of his own alter ego, Masked Shadow (he let Khun make it up, okay? it's his own fault for wearing an all-black ensemble and full facial covering).

---

Chay, still smarting after everyone he loves made enormous and life-changing decisions on his behalf (without once consulting him), decides to take a walk on the wild side.

Shortly after Phoenix and Shadow have cleaned up the neighborhood, they find themselves directly targeted by a new face on the scene. A young, brash, dangerous villain who dresses in bright colors and goes by the nickname 'Songbird'.

His fights with Phoenix are brief and tumultuous, ending with bruises for both parties, but something about his energy with Shadow is different. Like he wants to be caught in some moments and can't live without catching Kim the next.

And Kim has been caught. Several times. He (absolutely, definitely has not) been flustered by the tall, somewhat familiar villain tilting his chin up with one finger and calling him 'naughty' for ruining a well-laid plan.

Okay maybe he gets caught on purpose sometimes.

But he needs to find out who exactly is under that mask. Definitely for justice and no other reasons at all.

[atlasshrugd]

↳ Chapter 19 of WHITE NIGHTS is up! (Read here on ao3)

At that moment, Kinn feels as if his heart is going to explode. His mouth dries up with words he’s been waiting all year to say yet can’t seem to say when it matters. His brows draw together, frustrated. Porsche seems to know, for he presses a thumb to the crease there, smoothing it away. “Don’t,” he whispers, softly. “Don’t.”

[mortimerlatrice]

Draw the scene where Porche has the bread in his mouth in bed and Kinn has that "omg I love you, you dork" look on his face pls!

It's not exactly the frame you described, but hopefully you like it ♡

[artpo]

Trick or treat? 🎃

Thank you so much for sending me a trick or treat, it made me so happy! 💚 I wish I wasn't out of the country and then had the busiest week when back so that I could answer before or on Halloween :(

Expect belated asks from me 😈😇🎃

Here is a treat from one of my current 'projects' - brother banter incoming! (my attempt at humor)

Porsche makes his way behind the counter to retrieve the little silver key for the yellow tin box with a tiny silver locket hanging from it. He unlocks the box and stores the money inside. Rich people are unbelievable, especially rich, horny people. The handsome eyebrows guy apparently is no exception. A lot of people hit on Porsche, but this man is objectively one of the most attractive customers Porsche has ever had. And, arguably, he had a nice, firm biceps.

As if sensing his thoughts, Chay raises his eyebrow. “What did you do this time?”

“What? I didn’t do anything!” Porsche shakes his head. He was notorious for chatting people up left, and right, and even for being a bit of a slut when his energy allowed it. However, this time he didn’t even flirt that hard, and the man decided to throw money at him. “Our customer was just a rich guy that found me unbelievably hot.”

“Your big head!” Chay snorts. “Maybe you and your booty shorts are onto something, I’ll give you that…”

“Chay!” Porsche places a hand over his chest. “Stop with the disrespect, me and my booty shorts got you in Uni, alright?”

“Good God…” Chay looks like he wants the earth to swallow him. Good, it was Porsche’s older sibling duty to be unhinged and embarrass Chay. “So, do you think he’ll be back?”

“Rich assholes like that rarely give up on anything they think their money could buy,” Porsche mumbles.

“I mean, it's not like you have to do anything with him, just sell him some more fruit.”

Porsche almost jumps at Chay’s words. Sure, he loved sex, but for some reason, this man wanting to ‘buy’ it makes Porsche determined to not have sex with him. No matter how hot he is. “Of course, what else did you think I’d do?”

Chay bites his lip. “Nothing, nothing.”

[somnas-writes]

Big: Porsche shut the fuck up

Porsche: what do we say?

Big, resisting the urge to slap him: please shut the fuck

[shubaka]

Secret relationship, wearing each other’s clothes and bigporsche if you want<3 (is that their shipname? Do they have one??)

AHHH! OKAY. "Relationship" is interpreted loosely here and uhhh listen, I apparently just want to make Big's life a little sadder. Sorry.

The first time it happens is the day after Porsche accidentally interrupts Kinn and his escort, courtesy of Big. 

“I’m not, you know.”

“What?” Porsche stops in his tracks in the middle of the hallway and turns to give Big an unimpressed look. “You’re not what?” 

“I’m not homophobic, or whatever.” Big shifts his weight onto one leg and slides his good hand into his pocket, feigning nonchalance, as if this conversation isn’t worse than getting shot. “You misunderstood yesterday.”

Porsche steps into Big’s space and looks directly into Big’s eyes, clearly searching for something, but what exactly that is, Big doesn’t know. What he does know is that the glow of the hallway lights highlight Porsche’s doe-like brown irises and softens the smooth skin of his cheeks. He’s unbearably pretty, and Big wants to punch something. 

“Hmm,” Porsche crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side, “I don’t believe you.”

Big doesn’t know why he does it, but he slams his mouth against Porsche’s in a truly terrible kiss. 

“Did you just try to headbutt me?” Porsche shoves Big’s shoulder, nearly pushing him off-balance at the unexpected move. 

“No!” This time Big does it because he’s angry and has something to prove. Big brings up his right hand and curls his hand viciously across the back of Porsche’s head and pulls their faces together. Porsche opens his mouth to shout or curse or bitch – Big doesn’t care. And he shoves his tongue into Porsche’s mouth and licks away every one of Porsche’s protests. 

When Big feels Porsche’s jaw go slack and the tension in his body release as he leans pliantly against Big’s own, Big eases the kiss and lets the slow glide of their tongues turn into soft presses of lips and stuttered panting. 

With a final nip at Porsche’s lower lip, Big pulls back and gives him a dark look. “That was a kiss.”

As he walks away, Big hears Porsche slump against the wall and mumble, “He’s not the person I kissed at the docks, was he?”

-

The next time it happens is the day after the auction and Porsche’s subsequent punishment. 

Ken is up and ready to leave the second Porsche makes it to the end of the training room, giving Big a shit-eating grin and a parting “I’ll leave him to you. I’m sick of looking at him, and you owe me one, man,” as he exits the room.

Big sighs and crouches down to untie Porsche’s hands. 

Once his hands are free, Porsche rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling for a breath before closing his eyes and banging his fists on the floor with a grunt. 

Big sighs again, “This punishment is for your own good. You have to toughen up. We can’t just let anyone guard Khun Kinn.” 

Porsche says nothing. 

Big sighs again and Porsche hears Big’s footsteps as he walks away. After a moment the footsteps return and something small lands on Porsche’s stomach. 

Porsche reaches for it and holds it up above his head, and soon Big’s head comes into view as he leans over Porsche. 

“It’s ointment.” Big gestures to the red abrasions littered across Porsche’s chest. 

Porsche raises an eyebrow. 

Big raises an eyebrow in response. 

Porsche raises his other eyebrow and gestures to his chest.

“Oh, fuck you. I’m not playing nurse. You can put that on yourself.” 

Porsch cracks a small grin and sits up slowly. “Okay. But can you help me with something else?”

“What?”

Porsche reaches up and tugs on Big’s tie, causing him to stumble down onto his knees in front of Porsche. Porsche glances at Big’s lips. 

“I just need to test something.” Porsche makes eye contact with Big and waits while Big takes his turn to drop his gaze down to Porsche’s lips and back up.

They both move forward at the same time, but this kiss is unlike their first. 

It’s less angry and more tentative. Big can feel Porsche trembling but there is no passion to it. He pulls back and takes in Porsche’s lost expression. 

“What are you trying to do?” 

“I don’t know.” 

Big uncurls Porsche’s fingers from where they are clenched around his tie and then stands up. There’s a rustle of clothes and Porsche feels Big’s suit jacket envelope him. “We shouldn’t do this. Not while you’re like this. Go to your room. Put on that ointment and get some rest. We still have to report for duty tomorrow.” 

Porsche watches Big leave and he sits and thinks about a hazy kiss by the docks, an enlightening kiss in a hallway, sitting naked and confused in Kinn’s bed, and sitting here, half-naked on the floor, with Big’s jacket draped around his shoulders and a jar of ointment in his hands. 

-

Sometime after Kinn and Porsche get kidnapped, Big sees the way they look at each other, and he smells Kinn’s cologne on Porsche’s skin, and it doesn’t happen again.

[yujeong]

your tags about pete and his sleep are giving me many brain worms about the fact that there are two scenes in canon where pete sleeps very soundly thanks to alcohol. and i'm wondering if that's something pete abused to cope during vegas' coma (and how macau would react to that). just some thoughts lol, anyway i'm super happy to see you posting more again ❤️

Oh. Oh. Anon, why would you do this to me? I can't have more brainworms here, I'm drowning in my own notes (as in literal notes, I have like 3 notebooks full of them since 2023). I'll admit I've never thought about it for anyone other than Porsche and Kinn. We got canon proof of their dependence on alcohol to cope with things, though Kinn's was more subtle. I can see Vegas maybe at least try it, and it ending up not helping. As for Pete... I'm not sure. A lot of people in the fandom believe his father was an alcoholic - or at least a lot of people write him that way in fics - and I'm in the minority because I'd prefer it if he were fully conscious of his actions. I kind of have similar feelings about Pete's ways of coping during hospital era - after all, he'd want to be alert and ready for anything. However. One scenario I can picture is Porsche forcibly taking Pete at Yok's for a couple of drinks - not immediately, maybe a few weeks after Vegas got shot. Maybe Pete ends up going because Macau will stay in the room, and maybe he ends up drinking a little more because Porsche insists and maybe his empty stomach was a mistake because he feels the effects at once, and they linger, and he's dizzy and he's floating and he's laughing and he's crying and it's nice and it's awful and- He does it again for a couple more times before Macau gives him an earful and Vegas looks at him with glassy eyes full of worry and guilt. Thank you for making me lose my mind here, anon. I appreciate it ❤️

[kellyroycekey]

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