#Porsche POV

[bitacrytic]

Overheat [18]

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On Monday, Porsche watched TV with Pete the whole day. On Tuesday, they read lines, practicing for the play, regardless of the absence of a director. On Wednesday, he went to sleep in Kinn’s bed, pulling the covers over his head and knowing that even though Kinn liked to begin the night on the far end of the bed, that Porsche would wake up with Kinn’s hands wrapped around his body.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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"Come with us," Porsche said.

"Go," Vegas replied.

Kun wasn't a fool. He would know that Vegas had called Kinn and Vegas would suffer for it. If Vegas had taken the risk, either way, then he was preparing himself for his father's wrath. Porsche hated that for him. Hated that Vegas wasn't even looking at him when Porsche was talking to him.

Kneeling on the floor, looking like his life was over, Vegas hadn't moved till they left. Porsche wanted to stay and ask why but the minor house was about to be flooded with the tension of Kun's fury. Pete couldn't be present. Pete had to be far away before anything else happened and Kinn wouldn't leave this premises if Porsche was not in the car.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

Their entourage of Kinn, Pete, eight bodyguards and Porsche slowed down as Kun accosted them, three doors from the entrance. Kinn stepped around the men carrying Pete, to reach his uncle.

"Are you aware that Pete is my artist?"

"Are you aware," Kun asked back. "That your artist put his hands on me?"

"Uncle-"

"What message are you sending if you let him go?"

"Look at him. He's been punished enough."

"Not in my book," Kun said, walking up to Kinn.

Kun was a spiteful man, wicked to his sons, on a good day. But if there was one person he hated more than Vegas and Macau, it was Kinn. The fact that Kinn had stormed in to release Pete who was essentially Kun's prisoner, was a recipe for disaster.

"I will forgive this disrespect, Kinn. But you will leave him and go."

Porsche was standing way back, having left the dungeon last. But from behind, he could see Kinn's back straighten as he stood before Kun, rising to his full height.

"Will you attack me, Uncle?"

"You came into my home and took something from me. I imagine your father won't take kindly to that."

When Kinn took a step toward Kun, Porsche ran to them, noting Kun's shift of eyes. The moment he saw Porsche, he frowned and looked back at Kinn. Porsche placed a gentle hand on Kinn’s back as he looked at Kun.

"Pete will apologize the moment he has recovered, Uncle Kun," Porsche said. "I will make sure of it."

Kun's face twitched, looking between Porsche and Kinn like he'd been itching for a fight. Kinn had entered his domain with armed guards. If he fought back, he would be well within his rights. And Kinn hadn't even come with enough people to actually cause the minor family harm. If anything, Kun would succeed in thrashing Kinn and his guards, if he had the guts to follow through. And then when he was done, he could send Kinn back to his father, bruised and ashamed but very alive.

Kinn hadn't come for a fight. He'd been hoping a show of force would back Kun down. But, from the way Kun was poised, he was ready for that fight.

"Please," Porsche said, stepping between them.

Kun scowled, rolling his eyes and looking away as he stepped out of Kinn's path. Immediately, Kinn rushed through, taking his men and Pete with him, while Porsche remained behind, to make sure they all made it out without qualms.

As soon as the last man passed and Porsche was about to go, Kun blocked Porsche's path.

"Does your mother know this is what you're doing in your free time?"

"I was just-"

"You're not a kid anymore."

"Pete was in trouble."

"Be careful of your actions, Porsche," Kun said. "Next time, I won't back down. Whether or not you're present."

Dropping his hand, he allowed Porsche to pass. Even as he made his way out the door at a light jog, Porsche didn't breathe until the moment he was safely in the car, and they were driving out of the minor family’s compound.

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Pete wasn't safe. Not totally.

Kun was a man scorned with an ego the size of Asia. He was going to find a way to get at Pete. Directly or indirectly. Kinn remained at Pete's side, letting no one but Porsche or Pete's doctors see him. Which was okay. Porsche didn't mind spending the remainder of the weekend with Pete. Friday night, Saturday, Sunday, he stayed by Pete. When Pete gained consciousness, Porsche was right by him.

Pete was a sturdy mother fucker. He woke up from two days in a coma, looking around the place like he was merely inspecting the room. As soon as he saw Porsche, he'd relaxed back into his pillow. But that was it. He didn't freak out, didn't try to explain himself, didn't behave like someone who'd just been in a dungeon, getting beaten while naked.

It was all good.

Till Kinn came back into the room, on Sunday night.

"I spoke to the director," he said to Pete. "He knows you're not coming in for the week. They'll be working with understudies."

Pete nodded. He was still in bandages and when he tried to move around the room, he moved with a limp. He needed the rest. A week was perfect.

"You too, Porsche," Kinn said, sitting down on the empty side of the bed, beside Pete.

"What do you mean?" Porsche asked.

"I told the director not to expect you."

"I'm fine, Kinn. I can go to work."

"I don't want you going in alone."

Porsche pursed his lips, looking at Pete, who was looking at him funny. He remembered his last conversation with Pete at rehearsal. How Pete had tried to talk Porsche into standing up for himself. Which was sweet and all, but Pete didn't understand everything, and having this conversation in front of Pete was already triggering a response from Pete. Porsche could see where this would lead, so he got up.

"Can I talk to you outside?" he said. "Please."

As he walked out of the room, Kinn followed.

"I'm not sick. I'm not injured-"

"You're not going."

Porsche looked at the floor, struggling to hold back. He knew what this was. Kinn wouldn't stop testing him, pushing him, just so that Porsche could snap back and Kinn would be justified to claim that Porsche didn't really want him. Which was a lie. Porsche wanted to be with him. He wanted Kinn to be comfortable enough to let go of this phase. But he couldn't push him. Normally, Porsche wouldn't mind. But this was his fucking job.

"I have a rally on Thursday."

"Skip it."

"Kinn!"

"I said," Kinn said, getting into Porsche's face, making him back up till he hit the wall. "Skip it."

Kinn wasn't backing down. He remained in place, eyes never leaving Porsche's, as if willing Porsche to submit again. Usually, Porsche would.

"Earlier this year, you were glad that I'd be speaking at this rally."

"Are you resisting?"

"Omega kids will be there, Kinn."

"I said no."

"Why?"

Kinn smiled sardonically, removing a tiny, square card from his back pocket. He pressed it into Porsche's chest as it fell and Porsche caught it. It was the kind of card that accompanied flowers. When Porsche opened it, it read: Hope you're having a wonderful day. T.S.

Tod Setely.

"Where did you get this?"

"He's courting you."

"It's just a fucking card."

"He's sent one every single day since that night, Porsche. No matter where you are, the flowers find you. At the hotel, here, in the mansion?”

“I never got them.”

“Because I got them for you,” Kinn snapped. “He seems to know where you are, all the time. I can’t imagine that he won’t know you’ll be at that rally on Thursday.”

“I have to work.”

“You’re not the only celebrity going. I’m sure they’ll survive.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Let me make this clear to you, Porsche. Go to that rally, and we’re done.”

Stepping away, Kinn opened the door to Pete’s room.

“When is this going to stop?” Porsche asked. “When are you going to stop treating me like this?”

Kinn paused, frowning at the handle of the door like he was giving it some thought.

“I’ll stop when I stop hating myself for loving you.”

And that, right there, was the beauty of adult conversation. Because they could have gone on for weeks, months even, without understanding what they wanted from each other. Porsche could have wallowed in ignorance, assuming that things were what he thought when he misunderstood the entire situation. He could have been mistaken and woken up one morning to find that he’d been so wrong.

But, with the benefit of a simple question, Porsche was able to learn that, one: Kinn was in love with him, and two: this dance between them would never end.

He should have never let it get this far. He should have listened when Vegas told him to stop. He shouldn’t have put Kinn in this position. He could tell himself that he’d never meant for any of this to happen, but he would always know that he’d thought about it. He’d hidden his presentation for a reason. He’d laid there and enjoyed the fruits of Kinn’s affection, regardless of what harm would come to Kinn if things broke loose.

And maybe Kinn was trying to look past it, in his own way. Porsche could tell. Intimacy between them wasn’t as easy as it used to be. Kinn didn’t let loose with Porsche, in or out of the bedroom. Try as they might, a cloud of tension followed them wherever they went. Because Porsche had fucked up. Because Kinn was fucked. Because Porsche had, on multiple occasions, witnessed Kinn crying in his sleep. Because Porsche had to pretend that he didn’t wake up to other unpleasant surprises that had never existed before Kinn found out Porsche was an alpha.

He’d underestimated the effect it would have on Kinn and that was all on Porsche. No one else. He knew that.

On Monday, Porsche watched TV with Pete the whole day. On Tuesday, they read lines, practicing for the play, regardless of the absence of a director. On Wednesday, he went to sleep in Kinn’s bed, pulling the covers over his head and knowing that even though Kinn liked to begin the night on the far end of the bed, that Porsche would wake up with Kinn’s hands tightly wrapped around his body.

One of the benefits of a mature conversation was knowing that this beautiful man could love him, while also knowing that what they had was definitely not for Porsche. Not the way it was. Not with the amount of tension that existed. Porsche was going to burn out, longing for the Kinn that didn’t know Porsche was an alpha. And Kinn was going to break, trying to make Porsche an omega.

On Thursday, when he woke up, Porsche showered and ate a few slices of bread.

Before he got dressed and headed to the omega rally.

#porsche POV #kinnporsche #vegaspete #omegaverse #actor au

[iwantoceans]

‘𝐈 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬’

#pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #vegaspete #porsche kittisawasd #vegaspeteedit #kinn theerapanyakul #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche edit #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #bible wichapas #build jakapan #biblebuild #I’ve just been projecting on him #he wasn’t really alone but ya know #imagine if he was #this was his pov anyway #I’m just rambling I have a lot of feelings about him and how I project on to him

[scarefox]

#NOT THE POV CAM NOW #💀💀💀 #I need 5 hours to recover from this #playboyy the series #ep14 #jump x porsche

[crookedkingdomruinedme]

Chan: Do you know the ABCs of first aid? 

Porsche: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

#pov: Porsche's first training class #no but really #I can imagine he'd be absolutely terrible at it #Porchay is the one who usually did the damage control #so it isn't really porsche's forte #his is destruction and looking good while doing it #my very own disaster #i love him very much #porsche #kinnporsche #kinnporsche incorrect quotes #kinnporsche funny #kinnporsche wtf #kinnporche the series #chan kinnporsche

[daswarschonkaputt]

okay bc i found this motivating when i was writing sheets, this is gonna be my on the rocks wip thread. chapter two is currently 6k, and we have five-ish scenes remaining.

#fic: on the rocks #kinnporsche #kinnporsche fic #kinnportay #these fuckers be going on a DATE #(just tay and porsche for now) #ch 4 is the kinn pov chapter #also just wrote 3k of smut so there's that for you guys to look forward to

[viridian-pickle]

#photography #adventure #luxury #aesthetic #lifestyle #car goals #urban #city #raceing #porche #old and new #classic porsche #porche 911 #pov #petrol head #motorsports #motoring

[travelingneuritis]

kinnporsche ep. 10: Collateral

-vegas doesn’t try very hard to convince porsche that they are “running away together” in the usual, romantic sense: his pitch largely hinges on their shared responsibility to protect the theerapanyakul family from tawan’s machinations. his one feeble “no matter how bad i am, i would never hurt someone i love” doesn’t seem to make much of an impression on porsche; vegas barely seems to expect it to.

-costume note: vegas in his porsche cosplay is a delight, if rather obvious: he (temporarily) swaps his trademark slutty silk shirt for a white crew-neck tee and plain gold chain, some version of which is what we see porsche in any time he’s not in his work uniform. this was presumably done in an attempt to come off more approachable and trustworthy. though i honestly doubt the costume change made much of a difference to porsche, maybe it helped vegas get into the right headspace?

-porsche saying “you have to trust me” and running off leaves this gutted look on kinn’s face and i think it’s because kinn just realized that he’s being asked for a level of trust that porsche can’t match-- that is, porsche doesn’t trust kinn to trust him. kinn wants porsche to look at him and just know, but they are so far from being on the same page that all he can do is let porsche go and hope that conveys some measure of his faith in porsche’s loyalty and integrity. and this is after kinn came here already knowing porsche’s innocence & planning to free him anyway. this scene just held a mirror up to kinn’s face and he is not liking what he sees in it.

-i know i gloss over a lot of the kimchay stuff but chay’s “i’ve always thought i was an unlucky person but it turns out i was saving all my luck for you” is like. god. porsche loved and protected and sacrificed everything for his brother all so he could have a shot at this; absorbed so many of the shocks of life so that chay could grow up to be this free and open and fearless with his heart. KIM YOU MUST GUARD THIS BOY’S HAPPINESS WITH YOUR LIFE I’M NOT FUCKING PLAYING (narrator voice: He Will Not)

-i wish chay had been conscious to at least note kim’s intervention. the “person b fights hard for person a but due to circumstances person a never finds out” trope stresses me out too much to actually enjoy any of the drama it generates. 

-pete’s vote of confidence is especially touching (and clear-sighted!) coming right after porsche beat him in hand-to-hand & escaped with a traitorous miasma trailing visibly after him

-pete casts spell of “no one notice me” (aka: dress as a laborer) and what a surprise, it works perfectly-- all the guards at the compound are too concerned with the contents of pete’s suspicious-looking crate to pay any attention to where he goes once they take their eyes off him

-tawan’s “the thumb drive full of evidence is really a virus that will knock out the main family’s systems!” play makes me, just. SO embarrassed for our guys. like my computer is riddled with disease but that’s because i’m watching thai bl mafia dating sims on dodgy websites; arm has NO excuse. WHY DIDn”T ANYONE LISTEN TO SEXY, DISTRUSTFUL BIG WHEN HE TOLD THEM THE “EVIDENCE” WAS A TRAP??? (porsche running around this echoing warehouse shouting and giving away his position also embarrasses me, but at least he has the excuse of He’s New Here and also that’s his baby brother tied up on the floor)

-very interested in vegas’s behavior in this episode but not sure i have the critical thinking skills to parse it all. he’s been manipulating both porsche and tawan this whole time; if his plan had worked, would he have picked one of them to like, keep around? i sense that at different points he’s had some genuine liking for both of them (or at least that he’s such a method actor that he has a tendency to catch feelings for whoever he’s manipulating at the time).

-there was a brief sour look on vegas’s face when porsche demanded they check on chay before making any other moves; later, in the warehouse, vegas gives it a voice by explaining that he quite actively despises his cousin and doesn’t understand why porsche thinks “but family???” counts as a compelling argument. i feel sorry for porsche in this moment, but i don’t blame him for having been manipulated by vegas. he’s willing to look for the good in even the scummiest characters (see: the uncle he supported for years despite a gambling addiction that threatened the entire household; kinn’s whole... everything), and vegas exploited that weakness handily.

-BIG!! NO!!!! (he looks so offended when tawan fatally shoots him. rest in peace my bitchy king) (seriously though: his split second choice to bodyguard porsche as if porsche were a theerapanyakul... not because he cares abt porsche [he Fuckin Doesn’t] but because porsche’s survival benefits the family.........it hurts me so much)

-pete, earlier in the episode: “if i get caught wiretapping vegas, the minor family will torture information out of me and then kill me.” pete now that he’s been caught wiretapping: >:D

there’s a look of like, breathless anticipation on his face as he’s naked & tied up & waiting for vegas to decide what to do with his spark plugs of torture, but i’m not 100% sure it’s. totally a sexual anticpation? i think at this point pete is just in a bit of a daze & waiting to see what’s going to happen to him-- and to learn how much of it he can handle. tbc, the sexual nature of his response to all the torture must be embedded in there somewhere, but i think it’s still far below the surface. all he knows is that he is feeling everything, so much right now, his body filling up with sensations too big for him to process.

#porsche & pete fight & all i hear is “i know how you girls like to tussle” runnin on a loop in my head #wow kim can withstand a lot of tazing before he goes down #pov: you are ken getting gutted like the fish #kinn: “i falsely imprison you one time and you run off with some guy. i think you owe me an apology!!” bruh??? #i love seeing kp play and tease and be goofy lil guys!!! less plot and more of this pls thanks :) #kinnporsche #kinnporsche episode analysis #spoilers #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche pachara kittisawasd #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham

[hael987]

Who's right? Who's wrong?

I think a lot of the discourse and differing opinions on episode 9 are stemming from the same place that Kinn and Porsche's problems are coming from too, which is: which POV you are considering the actions from.

I've mentioned this briefly before but I think it's worth a closer look. There are 4 POVs that we as an audience can consider and that's where all these differing opinions are stemming from.

Mafia Heir Kinn

He has to solve the problem whilst also maintaining his show of impartiality. He has to make the tough calls. Maybe he also has a plan. From a mafia point of view of course Porsche's bugging, following and general snooping all seem suspicious and thus, Kinn's actions are justified from this POV whereas Porsche is in the wrong.

Boyfriend Porsche

When you consider that, in a boyfriend's eyes, Kinn's just told him he doesn't trust him and has locked him up without the chance to explain then it's pretty heartbreaking. He gets no explanation and is thrust back into a world of not knowing. He was feeling insecure and instead of reassurance, he was cast aside. The feeling of betrayal and pain from this POV would really make people want to be on Porsche's side.

Boyfriend Kinn

We just spent the entirety of ep 8 seeing Boyfriend Kinn in action so it makes sense to consider this POV in ep 9 too. After seeing him open up all last episode you know he doesn't want to keep things from Porsche. Looking at it that way we can see it pains him to do so just by seeing his eyes. When you consider "Boyfriend Kinn" is in as much pain as "Boyfriend Porsche" then, of course, people want to defend him and be on his side.

Bodyguard Porsche

We know that "Bodyguard Porsche" is actually quite competent and was willing to learn and do his role properly [ep 4 training and ep 7 mission]. We also know what happened the last time Kinn went off alone - he got kidnapped and shot. So of course, why wouldn't he follow him? When you consider that Porsche might have also had bodyguard duties in mind then it's easy to justify Porsche's actions and condemn Kinn's from this POV.

Who/what is right or wrong, who/what is justified or not, it's all dependent upon the angle you're viewing it from.

The same is true for Kinn and Porsche too. They're "Mafia Heir Kinn" and "Boyfriend Porsche" in that scene.

If it was "Boyfriend Kinn", free from the constraints of mafia duties, then he'd never have locked him up and would have found another way. But he's not and he's forced to act his mafia role. If "Mafia Heir Kinn" has got a plan then he'd need Porsche to be in "Bodyguard Porsche" mode to understand that this course of action is necessary, but instead, he's faced with "Boyfriend Porsche".

If it was "Bodyguard Porsche" he'd have been able to see that his actions were suspicious at best, betrayal at worst, and known a punishment was warranted. He might not have been 100% fine with it, but he at least wouldn't have been heartbroken. But he's not, he's "Boyfriend Porsche" lost in his insecurity and he was utterly devastated by what happened, he couldn't understand things from Kinn's POV. He needed "Boyfriend Kinn" to at least give him something to hold on to, but he's faced with "Mafia Heir Kinn" and his tough decisions instead.

They're on totally different wavelengths which is why there's so much conflict. Similarly, for the audience interpretation, you'll be on totally different wavelengths depending on which POV you take your stance from.

If you support Kinn, Porsche, both, or neither it's all fine. I just find it so interesting that one can have so many different interpretations in a single scene just from considering a different character's different POV.

You really have to commend Mile and Apo's acting as well as the scriptwriters. To create and bring to life such complex and layered characters that you can show all that in just one scene. Incredible.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche thoughts #kinnporsche ep 9 #defend who you want to defend but don't attack others its all just POVs #long post #i still think that the next step is an angry porsche leaving tho #its the only way to get character growth and plot developement #the first step has to come from boyfriend porshce taking a stand and leaving for a while

[atlasshrugd]

ok sumn I noticed was that this episode seemed to be in porsche’s pov. usually in other episodes we get a dual pov in which kinn and porsche have scenes on their own so we know how they’re feeling/what they’re doing. but in this ep kinn had no scenes alone. we literally don’t know what he’s doing in the entire episode when he’s not with porsche. he was only in scenes with porsche - meanwhile porsche was having all this internal conflict and reacting to everything. kinn didn’t have many lines on purpose and we only see him when porsche sees him. so this episode was meant to be taken through porsche’s eyes - which means it’s not entirety reliable. this is setting the stage for when porsche misunderstands about kinn and tawan in the next ep, which will probs only be in porsche’s pov too. we will see kinn and tawan through his eyes which will be filtered by insecurity and jealousy. and we won’t get answers until we see kinn as he is, not just through porsche’s eyes. which will happen in the pool scene !

#GET IT? PORSCHE NEEDS TO SEE KINN AS HE IS WITHOUT PROJECTING SHIT ONTO HIM #JUST LIKE THE AUDIENCE HAS TO DO TO UNDERSTAND KINN #for example ep 5 was Porsche’s pov after kinn spoke w his father #bc it was about porsche reacting to what was done to him #but not to the extent of this ep bc ep 5 still showed kinn trying and failing to hook up a that boy toy #hope this makes sense ! #watch me be right. #kinnporsche #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche ep 8 #mine

[artpo]

Slot Machine:

Phiang Waichai (เพียงไว้ใจ) | Free Fall

Kinn | Porsche

KPAnniversary Week8 - Music

#kinnporsche #kpappreciation #kpanniversary #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawat #hidden messages trailer #slot machine - free fall #slot machine - phiangwaichai #my edit #gotta apreciate the bangers by slot machine! #and kinn and porsche povs!

[bitacrytic]

my omegas for yours [2]

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“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“This,” he said, waving at Pete. “The way you move. The way you talk. Everything is so smooth and graceful and-”

“Omega-like?” Pete scoffed. “It took me years and years to learn this expression.”

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CHAPTER TWO

-----“No, that’s too sharp.”

“Bend a little more.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Slant backwards.”

“Use your hips.”

Porsche inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as everyone around him went quiet. When he exhaled, he turned to the director as he rolled up his script, hoping he wouldn’t have to use it as a weapon against the foolish man.

“I’m sorry,” Porsche said. “Do you have a problem with everything I do?”

Sitting on a stool, backing the mirror, with everyone else while Porsche and Pete stood at the center of the rehearsal room, the director frowned at Porsche.

“You’re not playing one of your regular alpha roles, Porsche.”

“I know that-”

“As an omega, there are certain beats you have to hit.”

““As an omega”?” Porsche quoted back to him, livid. “Is there supposed to be a way that omegas act, Sir?”

“Yes,” the director said, shamelessly. 

Porsche could not believe what he was hearing.

“You’re telling me that even in a play as progressive as this one, you want to fit omegas into a box?”

“It’s the way Beon was written.”

“The play doesn’t specify,” Porsche argued. “Kittisak wrote the play that way so that omegas could be portrayed diversely.”

“And this is the way I want you to portray Beon.”

“If that’s so, and you saw my interpretation at the auditions, why did you pick me for the role?”

The director crossed his leg as he stared up at Porsche. The question hung in the air as Porsche looked around, realizing that they all knew the answer to the question. No one would say it. No one would admit it. But Porsche hadn’t been picked because he was perfect for the role. He’d been picked because he was Porsche Kittisawasd. A popular name that would bring a lot of noise to the play.

Biting his lip to keep from screaming, Porsche exited the rehearsal room, walked down the hall to the bathroom, shut himself in one of the stalls and screamed into his script. Because, what the actual fuck? Decades, Porsche had poured into his career; years, he’d dedicated to putting omega voices in people’s ears and this was where he ended up? Parroting stereotypes on stage like a puppet.

The bathroom door opened.

“Porsche?” 

“Go away, Vegas.”

Like a gnat, Vegas disobeyed, locking the bathroom door as he walked down to the front of Porsche’s stall and gently pushed the door open. He held out a face towel to Porsche.

Sniffing, Porsche took it to wipe his eyes.

“He’s a regressive fucker.”

“I know.”

“I do not want to put money in his pocket.”

“You signed a contract.”

“Fuck the contract.”

“Porsche.”

“Vegas,” Porsche said, looking up at Vegas with tears in his eyes. “I do not want to be here.”

“You need to stop crying and buck up,” Vegas said. “People are already talking.”

In the middle of wiping his nose, Porsche stopped.

“I really want to punch you right now.”

“You’re behaving like a child.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“There are already rumors about you. You’ve been gone for two years. If this gets out that you’re acting up during rehearsal, holding up the work time because of your feelings, people are going to start digging. Again.”

“Fuck them.”

“Put all this angst into your role and stop being so emotional about everything else.”

“Get out.”

“It’s illegal for omegas to have jobs, Porsche. Think carefully. You walk away from this and it’s not just this job you’re risking.”

“People will think what they want to think."

“Well your hyper-alpha schtick, coupled with your habit of holding out when your way isn't followed, screams omega-in-the-closet.”

Porsche ran his hands through his hair.

“Do you see the irony?” he laughed. “He wants me to be a stereotypical omega and yet, if I actually turn out to be an omega, I lose the job.”

Vegas leaned on the stall.

“No one cares about the truth. They just want to see other people burn.” He grabbed the towel and lifted Porsche’s face with his chin. As he walked closer, he wiped the tears from Porsche’s eyes. “He’s the director, Porsche.”

“I know that but-”

“But nothing. You’re an actor. If he says “jump” you say “how high”.”

“I want to kick him.”

“Don’t worry,” Vegas said. “He has one more chance to make you cry.”

Porsche laughed. But then the laughter quickly died in his throat, because you never knew when Vegas was joking or serious about stuff like this. Pulling away from Vegas, Porsche looked him in the eye.

“Don’t kill the play’s director, Vegas.”

“Mind your business. Your job is to act. Mine is to make sure you’re as spoilt and entitled as you want to be.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” He moved away from Porsche, heading for the door. “Toss will bring your knapsack. Take the day off. Tomorrow, you resume work like none of this ever happened.

“Don’t do anything to him.”

Unlocking the door, Vegas smiled.

“If I told you I wouldn’t, would you believe me?”

Honestly, no. As Porsche had learned when they were younger, Vegas would do whatever the fuck Vegas wanted to do.

***

Porsche was lying across his bed, with his head hanging off the side when the room door clicked and opened. Up-side-down, he watched Pete enter the room. It was way past dinner. He could only imagine how much they’d talked about him, all through the day. He wondered how much of it had been said in the presence of Pete. How much of it had Pete contributed?

“You’re still awake,” Pete said, dropping his bag on his own bed and taking off his shoes as he climbed the bed and sat, looking down at Porsche. “Are you okay?”

“How do you do it?” 

“Do what?”

“This,” he said, waving at Pete. “The way you move. The way you talk. Everything is so smooth and graceful and-”

“Omega-like?” Pete scoffed. “It took years and years to learn this expression.”

“I know. You’ve had what? Like a million omega roles?”

“Twenty one, but who's counting?"

Porsche sat up, turning on his bed so he could face Pete.

"But it's not just when you're acting, though."

"I've based my entire career on being this," he gestured at himself. "I could never be anything else."

Porsche narrowed his eyes on Pete. Because that wasn't entirely true. Pete had his moments. Periods when he wasn't giggling or smiling. Moments when he wasn't moving like he was trying to seduce every alpha within a ten-mile radius. Porsche had seen it before. Underneath that omega canvas, was an actual human being.

"Show me." Porsche moved closer, his legs falling off the side of his bed. 

"You don't want to be my kind of omega."

"It's what the director wants."

"You don't even like the director," Pete said, leaning back on his hands. "The way I see it, he needs you more than you need him. Half the country cares because it's a controversial play. The other half cares because Porsche is playing Beon."

"I signed a contract."

Pete scoffed and fell back on his bed.

"If you wanted to, you could get out of it." Then he lifted his head sharply, as if he just realized what he'd said. "But don't. I need this play to work."

"Then help me." Porsche pulled Pete's hands till Pete was sitting up again. "I have a lot of mannerisms to un… learn and I hate the director, but you? I can listen to you."

Pete watched him, quiet and contemplating, as if not sure how to approach this. 

“Self-expression is a mentality,” Pete said. “He’s not just asking you to act. He’s asking you to change the way you think. I imagine you’ve learned to be what you are, the way I’ve learned to be what I am.” He got up and stood before Porsche. “Move back.” Porsche pushed up from the bed and moved back as Pete knelt over him. “If I were to say that I don’t think omegas should be in the workplace…”

The bile that rose up in Porsche’s throat at Pete’s words was immediate. But before he could react to it, he realized that Pete hadn’t finished his sentence. He’d stopped speaking, looking down on Porsche with a knowing expression.

“Are you trying to make a point?”

“Your first instinct was to fight me.”

“Because it’s bullshit.”

“Do you think I’d fight you if I believed differently?”

“No,” he replied. He’d seen Pete in disagreeable situations, but he’d never seen him in a fight. 

“Would you call me a pushover?”

“No.”

Porsche could see where Pete was going with this. But the mere thought of swallowing his anger in the name of some long game was so alien to Porsche. If he had a thought, Porsche wanted it out of his head. If he had a grudge, he didn’t hold back. He could not imagine living life, going through the motions, curbing his tongue just because he didn’t want to step on other people’s toes.

“That thought?” Pete asked. “That’s what you need to get rid of.”

“You want to change what’s fundamental about me.”

“I’m asking you to step into a role. As an actor.” He put his other knee on the other side of Porsche’s body, boxing him in. “It’s literally your job.” Pete picked Porsche’s hands and put them on his waist.

“Is there a reason we’re doing this?”

“We all bow to something. To someone,” Pete ran his hands through Porsche’s hair. “I’m sure there’s someone you don’t dare argue with.”

“No one.”

Pete’s lips dipped in a disbelieving smile, as he waited for Porsche.

“My mom,” Porsche admitted. 

“I’m sure there are moments when she’s caved to you, in return.” His hands dropped to Porsche's neck, caressing gently, and okay, maybe it wasn’t weird to have his co-star in his lap, feeling him up. 

“Yes, but that’s just when I tell her what she needs to hear.”

As the words left his mouth, Pete nodded at him.

“Ah,” Porsche said in realization. “Omega equals manipulation.”

“Now, you get it.”

“How does that translate to physical movements then? How do I act… manipulatively?”

Pete adjusted himself, fitting himself into Porsche’s lap as Porsche winced because this was beginning to feel much better than it should.

“Just imagine what the person in front of you wants to see, what they want to hear. Imagine what they want you to be. And be it.”

“It’s that simple,” Porsche said, his hands rising under Pete’s cropped top.

“It is. Lucky for you, the director has told you what he wants to see.”

“Soft movements, hips out, chest up?”

“Don’t forget the lean,” he whispered in Porsche’s ear. “Every alpha or beta goes crazy for the omega lean.”

His breath on Porsche’s skin felt like a lover’s caress. Too intimate for their working relationship.

“I don't know about you theater kids,” Porsche said, gulping as Pete shifted to look at him. “But us film industry folk tend not to fuck our co-stars.”

“No?” Pete asked, eyes dipping to Porsche’s lips.

Porsche laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re trouble.”

“You listened to me.”

“Not because you were in my lap.”

“It definitely helped.” Pete leaned closer, his lips mere inches from Porsche’s. “You’d do well to remember that as an omega, sex is always on the table. No matter the conversation.”

“It is not!”

“That’s what the director was trying to tell you.”

“No, he was-”

“As long as you speak and move like you want to fuck me, he won’t complain about a single thing you do.”

A wave of comprehension washed over Porsche like bright headlights from an oncoming vehicle. Because that was it, wasn’t it? He felt disgusted to realize it, but Pete was right. They didn’t want a sensible omega. They wanted a horny man who sold sex. After all “Overheat” was steeped in sex and cycles and everything between. Alphas had the privilege to look like they had other things on their minds. Omegas did not. At least, not the omegas that the director was interested in portraying.

“Do you get it?” Pete asked, putting a little distance between them.

Porsche nodded, breathing hard. He wasn’t sure if it was from the realization or from the tantalizing treat that was Pete.

“My work here is done.”

And just like that, he shifted back and got off of Porsche’s lap, like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just revved Porsche’s engines and left him hanging. It wasn’t like he was expecting to fuck his roommate but fuck if Pete wasn’t a special kind of evil.

“I’ll shower first,” he said, pulling off his tank top as he started to undress.

Porsche looked away.

Pete hadn’t been headed anywhere with his advances. He really was just teaching Porsche a lesson. Now the lesson was done, he was just going to dust off and walk away. Yeah , Porsche thought, getting up and slipping into his shoes and grabbing his phone as he headed for the door.

Because there was no way he was spending the night in the same room as all that.

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #peteporshe #Porsche POV #actor au #mafia men owning entertainment agencies

[nyxelestia]

“I couldn’t wait until dawn, because…” Kinn let go of Porsche to reach for his pocket with hands trembling almost as much as Porsche’s wings. “I…I was scared. That maybe something could go wrong, or someone might try to store your body and end up blocking you from sunlight, or…” Porsche’s expression softened as Kinn pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket. He stepped closer, his wings wrapping around them both, and Kinn sighed as the warmth wrapped around him. “I’m sorry,” Porsche murmured. “I…you’re- humans are so fragile, compared to us…I forgot you could be scared of losing me, too.”

#phoenix au #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #kinnporsche fanfic #porsche kittisawasd #kinn theerapanyakul #big (kinnporsche) #outsider POV

[avida-heidia-5]

Chapter 11 is finished, baby! For There Is Thunder In Our Hearts, Baby by my good friend @kaossbells!!! …Baby! 🥰😘

🕯️ Candlelit Dinner:

🧜🏻‍♀️ Under The Sea:

🥞 “Room Service!”:

Scenes for Chapter 12 will be dropping in a couple of hours! I am on a ROLL with these! Woop woop! 🙌🏻

#This is what having too much free time on your hands does to me… #But it’s all worth it in the end. I love doing these silly little drawings! 🥰🥰🥰 #Oh how I missed drawing you Porsche hoodie 😍😍😍 #The ‘grrrr’ in the background is meant to be Mark’s stomach rumbling 🤭 #He was originally going to be in that drawing but I wanted Seb to be the centre of attention so I only doodled little symbols instead as POV #TITIOHB fanart #there is thunder in our hearts baby #kaossbells #martian #sebastian vettel #vettel #mark webber #webber #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanart #formula 1 fanart #f1 fanfiction #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 fanfic #archive of our own #ao3

[wiccawrites]

Outline Update - Blooming Oleander Chapter 13

me writing like 1/2 of THE OUTLINE - not the actual chapter itself; just some rough flow descriptions and dialogue btw - and realizing it's already at 6k words:

#see it doesn't make sense to chop it in half bc it's from Porsche's POV #AND I'M NOT REMOVING PARTS BECAUSE WE RARELY GET PORSCHE'S POV #SOOOOO #IDK BUCKLE UP IG???? #im estimating maybe around 15k to 18k words......maybe #depends on...well. it depends. #fic: blooming oleander

[daswarschonkaputt]

on the rocks sneak peek #3

damn kaputt back at it again with that wip wednesday

on the rocks | kinn/porsche/tay | wip snippet ~600 words (this one’s from chapter two)

Tay finds the bar because he’s sick of people recognising him when he’s trying to forget who he is. He finds Porsche along with it.

“Enjoying singledom?” Porsche asks, because he’s not interested in starting a fight that he has technically already won. “You wear it well.”

Tay does.

Since coming back to Yok’s, Tay’s looked—rejuvenated, not just in mood, but in appearance. It casts an unhappy shadow back on their first meeting, the realisation that Tay was so muted back then – in mood, in hair colour, in dress.

Porsche doesn’t really know how to describe Tay’s sense of style – for something that seems so deliberate and consistent, it doesn’t really fit into any of the categories of clothes Porsche is familiar with. Dubiously business casual is Porsche’s best attempt. Tay’s clothes are patently designer, feminine enough to raise eyebrows, but technically modest.

Tonight, he’s wearing a collared mesh shirt, with a skinny black tie that feeds down into a black corset that’s fastened around his torso. Porsche can’t see beyond the bar, but he’d bet his life’s earnings that Tay’s wearing heels, too. The overall effect of the outfit paired with Tay’s make-up – lips just a little too dark to be considered nude, eyes smudged with eyeliner and a hint of shadow, the faintest dusting of pink on his cheeks – is something close to dominatrix goes to a board meeting.

It looks good. Tay always looks good. Porsche wants desperately to stare just as much as he knows it is a categorically bad idea.

“I’m trying,” Tay says, snapping Porsche back to his body, his hands, and the drink he’s meant to be making. “Some days I feel like I’m one lonely night away from buying an army of cats and taking up knitting.”

The image of Tay in frumpy knitwear sticks in Porsche’s mind for as long as it takes him to realise that Tay would look good, bare legs stretching out beneath an oversized sweater, at which point he forcibly halts the progress of his thoughts. “And other nights?”

Tay’s smile is impish. “I think about waxing my legs and hiring a pool boy. Functionally, the only thing separating me and all the other rich divorcees is the fact that it wasn’t legal for me to marry – so I think I deserve to enjoy some of the trappings of my station, at least.”

Porsche does not think about Tay’s legs. He drops a scoop of ice into the cocktail shaker, and jams on the lid. “And where am I in this fantasy, Khun Tay?” he asks. “Does being a rich divorcee preclude you from back alley cocktail bars?”

Tay shrugs. “It might,” he says. “But if it does, I’m sure I can find a space in my harem of pool boys for you.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” Porsche says. “Before it was just one, and now it’s a harem. I see where I stand in your eyes.”

Tay’s gaze is soft, and sincere. “You’d be my favourite.”

Oh. That’s—

Porsche’s hands stutter on the cocktail shaker. He feels a flush crawl up his neck against his will. That’s—

Jom’s words resound in his head. You know it’s not kind.

It’s like a shot of cold water down his back. Porsche grasps the cocktail shaker with all his might, shaking together Tay’s drink just a little more harshly than usual.

Tay tilts his head at him. “Too far?” he asks, once Porsche has started to strain out his drink.

No. Tay never pushes Porsche too far. Even—sitting on the floor of Porsche’s living room, with a debt worth 500,000 baht hanging between them, Tay hadn’t pushed Porsche too far. But—it’s not kind.

Porsche can’t lie. He just—can’t. “No,” he says, eventually, a touch too late and a touch too quiet. He slides Tay’s drink across to him. “No, you’re good.”

Tay watches him closely for a few moments, like he doesn’t believe him. Porsche makes himself smile, even as his thoughts turn and his stomach fills with dread.

He’s—he’s going to have to do something about this, isn’t he?

#fic: on the rocks #kaputt writes stuff #kaputt wip weds #kinnporsche #kinnportay #alcohol cw #i actually drew tay's outfit before i wrote this scene because i wanted to make sure it didn't look stupid #i'm not sharing the art tho bc it's not proper art it was 90% traced just so i knew what it'd look like #this scene is all freshly rewritten #chapter two is porsche pov #slipping back into porsche pov after 16k of tay was like coming home #i really got comfortable with him during sheets #porsche has a lot of feelings about tay flirting iwth him #we'll get to them

[cuteandtwisted]

It’s 7AM on Monday and all I can think about is Kinn indulging Porsche in EP8, and doing all types of cute stuff, letting him take a million pictures of them, and boss him around, and cling to him, etc.

And Porsche feeling so special and adored and spoiled and happy because this scary mafia heir is being so sweet to him, and it’s his first time experiencing this and it’s Kinn’s first time too having a day like this..

Only to find out Kinn has done this before. with Tawan. Took a million pictures with him too. Took him to South Korea and Japan to see the trees changing colors in the fall…

Like imagine how Porsche felt.

UGH happy Monday everyone

#kinnporsche #😭 head empty just thinking about them #im not saying Porsche isnt special to Kinn im just looking at this from Porsche’s POV since Kinn never verbalized or reassured him