So I think Kinnporsche uses the vegaspete relationship in a REALLY interesting way to make explicit and horrifying both the abuses of power and restriction of autonomy Porsche experiences and how much he and Kinn are under the family's (Korn's) control in the series. Kinnporsche the relationship appears at a brief glance to evolve into something good and positive for both parties but the parallels with vegaspete force you to recognize the immense complications in this relationship and the fact that it's probably always going to be fraught as long as they are under the Theerapanyakun household.
Porsche is coercively brought in as a bodyguard in the first place because Korn wished it, and tries to leave multiple times, but because a lot of these instances are sanctioned by Korn, most of them (with the exception of the jailbreak with Vegas) feel less like escape attempts, especially when he, for instance, returns with Kinn willingly. When you hold them up against Pete's capture by the minor family and explicit, desperate attempts to escape the violence he's facing, it's a lot easier to recognize the similarities in their situations, especially when Pete, too, willingly returns to captivity for Vegas.
This goes right down to the way their first sexual encounters play out--both Porsche and Pete appear to be assenting to what's happening, but it's clear in both situations that neither of them are capable of saying no should they have wanted to, pulling a really sinister undercurrent through what would appear completely isolated from context to be mutually agreed upon actions. Once again, the physical image of the chain returning to Pete's wrist following sex makes explicit the inability to consent, which is more ephemeral in Porsche's case which has no explicit threat of captivity or violence.
More than this even is the intrusion of family politics on these relationships: Kinn's chastisement by his father regarding what the implications of his liason with Porsche might be to his other men lead to him ordering Porsche disciplined, and despite the growing connection between Pete and Vegas, censure from Gun leads to him choking Pete, the first time to our knowledge that he has raised a hand against him since they began to build a tentative understanding of each other. Korn uses soft, persuasive manipulation and questioning of Kinn's leadership to bring his son under his control, and Kinn responds by laying out consequences for Porsche at arms length from him, something he orders but does not observe. Once again the causal chain of this abuse of power and control is spread in a somewhat intangible way despite the fact that the ultimate result is once again the degradation of the basic human respect and kindness Porsche is owed. In looking at the actions of Gun on Vegas and Vegas on Pete, however, the thread becomes clear: Gun hits Vegas, and despite whatever care or growing trust they had before, Vegas responds by lashing out at Pete. The actions are explicit, violent, and force you to both reckon with them and to look back on what you think you have made your peace with in Kinn and Porsche's relationship and consider again what the implications of it might be.
I think ultimately, what really clinches this parallel is the incredibly dissonance in the end of the series, the way once again Kinn and Porsche are framed from a first glance level to be happy and whole and together happily. However when you look carefully at what occurred in Nampheung's room and parallel Porsche and Pete, the extent of the darkness in that ending becomes clear. Porsche takes the family ring, a marker of new responsibility but something that will also allow him to remain close to Kinn. However in the same scene, Pete has left the room removing his markers of belonging to the Theerapanyakun family, explicitly quitting and distancing himself from what is the ultimate origin of the abuses of power he has seen and experienced.
The understanding of Pete's choice and actions highlight just how heavy Porsche's choice (non-choice, really, in this situation, because when Korn offers you leadership of the minor family when the corpse of the previous leader's is still warm on the floor with his bullet in its head who are you to say no), is, the fact that he is binding himself tighter to something that Pete has just chosen to separate himself from at great emotional cost. Everything that follows is overshadowed by this and the parallels laid out in bright contrast--Pete, as free as one can possibly be from the Theerapanyakuns and with the freedom to go his own way at any time, with Vegas, injured and no longer tied to the Minor family's leadership or his fathers' wishes; and Porsche, inescapably bound to the Theerapanyakuns, with Kinn who loves him but is unable to deny his father anything, utterly beholden to the system he wanted nothing to do with in the first place.
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✩ ˛˚ . WAKING UP WITH THEM feat. 𝓙𝓤𝓙𝓤𝓣𝓢𝓤 𝓚𝓐𝓘𝓢𝓔𝓝!
ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi + itadori yuuji
warnings! none, fluff ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hi it’s been so long + i just got a sudden urge to write with the new season + all! life has been super cray but hopefully i get to do some more jjk again ueueue! back to my roots <3
✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU
it was almost a mission getting up next to gojo, or more so having to actually get out of bed when you have your overgrown clingy boyfriend wrapped around you.
his breathing is soft, the rise and fall of his chest is steady and despite the way the light barely breaks into the room you can see the way his lashes still rest along his cheeks.
now’s your chance, you think to yourself as you ease gojo’s arm from where he’s got it draped over your waist — gently as to not jolt him awake as you push yourself closer to the edge of the bed. you gently swing your legs over the edge, but just as you go to push yourself up you hear the slow, drowsy drawl of a man who’s definitely not about to let you do that.
“oh, what’s this? i don’t think so, sweet thing.” your snowy haired boyfriend grunts as his arms take their previous place around your waist from behind, tighter this time before you’re pulled back into his chest with such an ease you almost squeak. you barely heard him move and the speed he always seems to despite the early hours still makes your head feel dizzy.
“you wouldn’t leave me cold would you? where’s your heart?” gojo teases but you note that he’s warm when he’s pushing himself into the crook of your neck, letting his lips graze along the skin there as he chuckles at the way you shudder at the touch. he knows you’re pouting, your little mission not so successful—but he still thinks it’s adorable the way you melt back into him regardless.. like you were secretly hoping for the loss.
“you were literally asleep a second ago.” your words are accompanied by a playful pinch at his cheek before his large palms graze under your shirt, squeezing at your waist as he pulls away to give you a tilted look. his sleepy smirk is in place as it stretches wide before he leans into to press a quick kiss against your lips, then another against your cheek that lingers.
“oh yeah? but i thought i was still in a dream, sweet girl.” crystalline eyes pull back to look over you, mapping out your features like gojo hasn’t already committed them to memory. but you think it’s unfair how handsome he seems to look in the mornings, especially when you’re trying to resist the way he makes you want to give in to his request to stay in bed a little longer.
“yeah yeah, just get up already.”
“nuh ugh, you’ve not even given me my good morning kiss yet. how will i survive the day, hm?”
✩ ˛˚ . GETO SUGURU
you need to get up, geto knows when your alarm goes off for the third time even though it was the first that woke him. “i know you’re awake, pretty girl.” he hums against your temple, but you’re still pressed up into him and every attempt to shake you gently awake has you inching yourself closer to his chest rather than to the edge of the bed.
“come on.” his words are accompanied by the smooth trace of his hands along the curve of your spine and you think it’s a little contradictory, the way he’s making you melt even more into him despite the way it’s supposed to be waking you up instead.
“sugu, but i’m tired.” a kiss to your forehead and a squeeze of his hand at your hips and you hear geto chuckle as he pulls back to look at you — his dark hair still messily framing his features as he pushes himself up.
“yeah? you seemed to be sleeping well when you were snoring.” he teases even as one arm still wraps around you and pulls you into him anyway. chuckling, long and low when you grumble before nuzzling into the crook of his neck to press butterfly kisses along his skin.
“i don’t snore.” you reply before you find yourself lost in him, geto always smelled good, so good you wanted to wrap yourself in him like the blanket you wrap yourself in at night. you hear him hum at your words; like he’s not quite convinced before he’s reaching over you to tap at the alarm, again.
“but we really need to get up.” he sighs but somehow manages to keep you still pressed against him as he sits up, letting you curl up against his chest as the first cold press of morning air rolls over your shoulders while he stretches.
you look up at him with drowsy features but it seems to warm you from the inside out when you notice he’s already staring, a smirk in place before he’s pinching once at your cheek and kissing your lips when they jut out into a pout.
“hey, don’t gimme that look after all of those alarms, pretty girl.”
✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO
waking up with nanami was easy, or more so being woken up by him. he was always up early, waking you up with a sweet kiss against your cheek, followed by another against your temple. his coffee still lingers on his lips but you think it’s familiar, like it makes the first stretch of the day come a little easier when hes resting over you.
“morning, sweetheart.” his voice is a low drawl but he knows you’ll probably still be in bed by the time he leaves. but you know you’ll walk into the kitchen to sliced fruit on the table and your slippers will be waiting in their place over the edge — perfectly positioned for you to slide into because he knows the floor is a little colder in the morning.
“morning, kento.” your voice is cute, barely audible but nanami’s still close enough to hear it as he lets his palm push gently down the curve of your shoulder — squeezing at the skin affectionately. your eyes are barely open, but you can still feel the way he tucks the comforter over you, sighing softly before he pulls back.
“do you want me to bring in dinner?” he asks, you’re barely awake but he still waits for an answer. a little nod follows and he smiles to himself when you subconsciously roll onto his side of the bed, seeking out the small remainder of the warmth he’d left behind although you’d still rather he be next to you instead.
“then i won’t be late, i have dinner plans now after all.” nanami pulls back to take another sip of his coffee but you still seem to find the consciousness to reach out to grab at the cuff of his shirt. a drowsy blink up at him and he knows he can’t deny you when he’s leaning over you again, leaving you with another few kisses that find him having to smooth down his shirt and hair again afterwards.
✩ ˛˚ . FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
you think it’s charming, the way megumi is already looking at you as you wake, blinking blearily at your dark haired boyfriend as he gives you a content sort of look. you blink again, stretching slightly before you roll onto your side, edging yourself closer before you speak. “were you watching me sleep?”
your question is still drawled as you tease him, barely awake but you can still see the way it makes him jolt slightly — like he’s been caught in a daze as the tips of his ears sting with a blush. “no” but his reply is too quick, followed by a tsk while he’s suddenly looking everywhere but at you with a pout on his lips that only seems to lure you closer.
you giggle as you press yourself into megumi’s side, humming at the grumpy expression on his face because you still think it’s cute the way he lets you climb all over him. “what? i think it’s cute.” he softens at that, slightly as his eyes dart quickly to look at you before they’re gone again.
you let the silence settle for a few moments before you feel his arm reach to wrap gently around your waist, securing you against him before he clears his throat to finally say something. but his gaze remains on the ceiling. “i wasn’t staring..” he begins before he gives you another quick look, “.. you, you just made a sound, i was checking on you.”
you hum at megumi’s little excuse as your press your cheek into his shoulder, failing to hide the way your lips are starting to stretch into a grin that he notices before his brows furrow slightly. “hm? you looked happy about it.” you tease again and you feel his fingers squeeze at your waist slightly as he breathes out a long sigh and curls you closer.
“shutup.”
✩ ˛˚ . ITADORI YUUJI
on the rare occasions itadori seemed to wake up before you, you were never far behind — mostly because he couldn’t seem to wait too long without you. so you always seemed to find yourself woken up by a few messy kisses, pressed quickly into your cheeks, then your neck, then your nose until you’re pushing him away playfully at the way they tickle your skin.
“yuuji! i’m awake..” you huff out as your overgrown boyfriend leans his weight over you, like a giant puppy licking his owner awake in the morning as he sends you a bright grin. you always thought it was cute how pretty he still seemed to be in the mornings, even when his hair is messy and it’s barely 8am— there’s still a soft sort of glow in his eyes when they meet yours.
“morning!” itadori replies, his voice is lower than normal but he still handles you softly despite how tightly he wants to wrap you in his arms. but he was warm, sort of like sunshine and you think you quite enjoy the moments when you get to wake up under the sun.
“do you wanna get breakfast?” you ask softly and you swear you feel your boyfriend squeeze you tighter at that. but your arms wrap around him and he doesn’t think anything is gonna be as good as the feeling of you against his chest right now.
“five more minutes, babe. i wanna cuddle a little longer.” itadori’s words are muffled when he speaks them into your skin, continuing where he left off on his onslaught of kisses as he peppers them across your features. across your cheeks, along your jawline and down your neck until he’s pressing you into your pillows and groaning when you scratch your fingers through his hair.
but you accept, even though in five more minutes you know it’ll be ten.
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