#especially the conversations about porsche

[divorcedmalewife]

I'm a little shocked that people think that Korn is a better dad than Gun/Kan just because he doesn't physically beat his kids.

like, Korn very clearly sees his children as a means to more power so he attempts to control them through fear and manipulation.

not to mention he intentionally risked his son's lives when enacted his plan to take over the minor family by faking his death. He knew he would risk all of their lives but especially Kinn's.

like yeah, Gun/Kan fucking SUCKS we hate that guy. And I'm sure he used the same kind of fear and manipulation tactics to control his children just like Korn did (but with the added threat of physical violence). But just because Korn may not have hit his sons, that doesn't mean he was, by any means, a good father who tried his best to raise his sons.

#im too lazy to go back and grab screen caps with conversations with Korn #but every conversation Korn and Kinn had felt so uncomfortable #especially the conversations about porsche #but then when korn realized he couldn't manipulate kinn into staying away from Porsche #he had to intergrate him into his plan #i wonder if korns original plan had anything to do with using Porsche and Porchay to draw out namphueng #like maybe he thought she has beem faking it all these years and if he threatened her sons he could finally gain control over her again #while she has bodily autonomy #idk im having too many thoughts for 8 a.m. #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #korn theerapanyakul #kinn theerapanyakul

[grapejuicegay]

Kim, Wik, and Family Rings

“Wik is another side of me. Maybe it’s the side that I prefer.”

Kim as Wik (no ring):

Kim as Kimlock Holmes (with ring):

Now, here’s the thing. I don’t think the ring is just a marker of his mafia side. I think it’s a reminder to himself of how he has to act, something to keep himself in check, to keep himself from slipping into a false sense of security.

And that’s because of this:

Chay showed up out of nowhere outside of his house as Kim was leaving, and the ring is there - Kimlock. It’s his public persona and a reminder to himself.

The studio is his only safe space. Not even music, the studio because....

The ring stays on even when he writes music at home:

But at the studio:

Chay was unexpected here, so this was just him going to the studio... and no ring. This is one of the few places where he doesn’t carry the reminder with him. This is his space.

Now this is where it gets complicated

KimWik in the studio:

No ring when he brings Chay to the studio for the first time.

This is the moment where Kim unintentionally mixes his two worlds up forever. His distinction for Kimlock and Wik is the studio and performance (not music). 

He’s here as Kimlock, but Chay’s talking to Wik and already in this space, Kim can’t have that. So he lets Chay in on the KimWik 180.

But now he’s here as Kimlock AND Wik playing music with Wik’s biggest fan who is Kimlock’s target in Wik’s studio. Whatever lines he’s made for himself are falling apart.

And you do see the distinctions start to fall off:

Here’s Kim talking to Big about Porsche and Chay with no ring (inside his house, where there is always a ring):

Which brings me to:

The ring here.

I don’t think Kim knows whether it was him or Wik who kissed Chay in the studio. I think Kim is confused and scared and really doesn’t know how he feels. He put the ring back on after the studio to slip back into the Kimlock. Maybe because of Chay, maybe because he’s sleeping in someone else’s house/

I think he tries to run away from breakfast because he’s trying to be Kimlock but Chay keeps talking to Kim, completely open, making smiley faces on omlettes. 

But suddenly he’s having to Kimlock and suddenly he’s in the middle of a situation where the ring isn’t the only reminder, it’s his training, it’s his knowledge of what to do in this situation, it’s his ability to keep fighting as he’s getting tasered. 

Suddenly he has to Kimlock to save Chay who only sees him as Kim. And I think it’s very intentional that he won’t see Kim’s left hand during the shootout. Because I don’t think Kim knows which persona he is at that point either.

#i just think it's definitely relevant to look at kim's rings #especially after kinn's came off this episode #because the ring signifies his duty right #and the conversation kinnporsche have right before that is about kinn not trusting porsche #but like... he did #we know he did #but porsche doesn't #because what porsche sees is kinn doing his duty #and yeah whatever they don't talk about it they bang it out whatever idc #what i do care about is that #it's clear that that was the issue #and as soon as that's the clear issue kinn's ring is off #this is now kinn and porsche #no duty no mafia no bodyguard just them #at least in that moment #so yeah idk if this makes sense #but i found every sighting of kim's hands and the ring #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #OH AND ANOTHER INTERESTING THING #tankhun did not have his ring on this ep during the meeting #it's interesting #he'll put on the ring to defend porsche #but sitting in an official important meeting and there's no ring

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Great update, thank you for feeding us we love Temptation Danny 😩 I was thinking of a request following up with it. Daniel loves providing and taking care of the reader, especially post injury, but one day she overhears one of his friends called her a gold digger and she’s hurt by it but doesn’t tell Daniel because his friends are important to him and she doesn’t want to cause problems. So when she needs to buy or get something essential, perhaps she asks Lando to get it for her and she’ll pay it back. Lando refuses and tells her there’s no need to and gets it for her but when Daniel finds out, since there was no bank statement, he loses it because he’s the only man that should take care and provide for you. He gets furious at his friend for making you think you’re not worth it :(

The Taste of Temptation || DR3 {5}

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, soft Danny, sexual themes WC: 2.6k F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six Snapshots One || Two || Three || Four || Five

The weather was terrible for the start of summer and you were finally reminded of why you needed to replace your car that broke down months ago and was towed to the wreckers. Walking was usually your preferred way to move around the small city but with the rain outside growing heavier you would have to borrow Daniel’s Porsche, since you still had some shopping to do for his birthday. Thankfully he was more than happy to have you drive his car and already had the keys hanging from his fingers when you finished putting your makeup on in the bathroom. 

“I’ve been meaning to take you to the dealership, kitten,” he apologised with a kiss. “We’ll go tomorrow and you can choose whatever car you want.”

His smile grew at the excitement on your face and you threw your arms around his neck. “Thank you,” you grinned between kisses.

“Of course, anything for my girl.” He unwrapped your arms before he was tempted to pull you back into the bathroom for a quickie but with his friends waiting for him in the living room he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of hearing your sweet cries. “Don’t get anything heavy, I don’t need you hurting yourself just when you are healed.”

“Yes, sir,” you saluted, smirking when you saw the look in his eyes before you escaped the bedroom.

“-talk to him, she’s obviously using him-”

“-total gold digger-”

The conversation paused as you stepped into the room and you barely breathed as their condemnation settled over you. Determined to make sure they didn’t see the affect their words had, you plastered a smile on your face and asked if they needed anything while you were out.

Your handbag felt heavier than usual as you walked to the garage and climbed into the Porsche. The Hermes bag had been a gift from Daniel for your first anniversary and the LV wallet inside was another. You had never asked for them, but suddenly you felt guilty for having them. Even the key in your hand suddenly felt like a lump of hot coal, hurting the longer you held it.

Grabbing your phone, you climbed out of the car and started your journey on foot.

“Lando?” you choked as you stepped out in the rain, making your way to the city centre on foot. “Can I ask a huge favour?”

“You should just ignore them,” Lando said as he pulled his hoodie higher to fight the rain and followed you through the car park. 

“But they are his friends.”

Lando screwed up his face. “Are they? Because if Max spoke shit about the girl I love then I would have to reconsider that. It’s just not their place to comment. Plus, not to flex or anything, but we kind of get paid pretty well. It’s nice to have someone to spend it on since we are pretty much too busy for 10 months of the year.”

You had heard the argument before. The drivers loved to spoil their girlfriends and you had enjoyed it up until now. “Are you going to help me or not?”

Lando sighed and nodded reluctantly at your pitiful pout. “Of course I’ll help you, I just wish you didn’t feel the need to have to.”

“I’ve been meaning to get a new car anyway, I just don’t have all of the money on me at this moment.”

Your savings had swelled since Daniel covered all the bills and had given you cards linked to his bank accounts for anything else you might need, but it still wasn’t enough to buy a car outright and you didn’t want to have to go through the bank process to get a loan.

“I promise it won’t take long to pay you back” you said before hugging him. “Thank you.”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to.” You started to argue and he gave up knowing you weren’t going to stop. “Fine. Just pay it back as you can, there’s no rush.”

The Mazda 3 was nothing fancy, and certainly nothing as pretty as the Porsche you had become used to driving, but the hatchback was only a couple of years old and had low mileage. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s…no comment.”

“It’s cute, and you drive a friggin Fiat!”

“That’s unique,” Lando corrected as you pulled the price sticker off the window. “This is something my grandma would drive, and it has a three star safety rating.”

“I only drive around the city so it’s not like I’ll be going more than 30 mph.”

“Well it beats your old piece of crap,” he conceded with a smile to soften the blow.

“Wow, that makes me feel much better.” You opened the driver's seat and grimaced at the overpowering smell of faux cherry fragrance. “Want a ride home?”

His nose twitched at the heavy scent and he shook his head. “I think I’d rather walk on this fine day. Put your windows down a bit before you get high on - whatever that is.”

You took his advice and leaned towards the fresh air from the window as you made your way to the shops before heading home. Daniel was already in the garage when you arrived, a look of confusion on his face as he stood at the hood of his car, leaning against it with crossed arms as he watched the unfamiliar car park in your reserved spot.

“What’s this?” he asked as he opened your door, his brows lifting at the cherry bomb that invaded his nostrils.

Biting your lip, you hadn’t been prepared to see him so soon - thinking you could have carried the shopping bags upstairs without him even noticing you hadn’t taken the Porsche. “My car.”

“Your…car?” he confirmed as he ran his thumb over his lip and circled the compact vehicle. Returning back to your door, he pulled his phone out and checked his bank account, scrolling through the transactions and failing to find the car’s purchase. “Tell me you didn’t waste your money on this, kitten?”

“Not exactly,” you murmured under your breath, knowing lying about it would only be worse. “I borrowed some money.”

“Why would you do that when I could literally buy you any car? Even a fucking Bugatti, if that’s what you wanted.” He kicked the front tire and it shook the whole car, the suspension creaking with it. “Is it even roadworthy? You know what, you’re not driving this.”

“It’s my car, Danny.”

“And you’re my fiancée,” he growled as he took your hand and looked at the diamond ring on your finger. “I’m not gonna have you driving around in a tin can. We’ll go to the bank tomorrow and sort out the loan. You’ll be paying high interest rates for no fucking reason.”

You looked down at your feet and a moment later he curled a finger under your chin until your head was back and he could look into your guilty eyes. “I’m not going to like this, am I?” His hand fell away to land on his hip and he pinched the bridge of his nose with the other as he exhaled heavily. “Where did you get the money, kitten?”

“Somewhere that doesn’t charge interest…”

You could see his chest rising with the deep breaths he was taking to stay calm before he asked through gritted teeth. “Lando? Fuck, I don’t know if I want to hug him or hit him.”

His arms fell slack at his side and his eyes turned down as his fingers itched to reach out and touch you but he held back and asked quietly, “Did I do something wrong?”

The sound you made was unintelligent as you were blindsided by the question. It was something between a ‘huh’ and ‘what’ yet somehow neither. Like a guppy fish, your mouth opened and closed silently before you could even fathom an answer.

“No, god no,” you stammered as you stepped into the wall of his body and wrapped your arms around his waist, wishing he would return the embrace. “Danny, you haven’t done anything wrong. You are the most amazing man I know and you always take care of me, more than I deserve.”

“What does that mean?” he asked as he frowned at the self-depreciation and his instincts went wild. He leaned back against the car and spread his legs as he pulled you between them so you were standing eye to eye. “Kitten, what did you mean by ‘more than you deserve?’ Has someone said something?”

You shook your head quickly but his arms tightened around you, pinning you to his chest so you couldn’t look away. You could feel a heart slamming against its cavity walls but it was impossible to tell whose it was as his eyes wildly searched yours for an answer.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you cracked under his stare. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, I swear, but I heard Leroy and Davis talking before I left and…you treat me so well, you absolutely spoil me, baby. I just don’t want you to think I’m ever using you for your money, or your car or anything.”

His hold on you relaxed enough that you could bury your face in his chest but you could feel his hands shaking where they splayed across your spine. “They said you were using me?” he asked quietly, the volume doing little to hide the seething tone.

“And…that I was…a gold digger.” You screwed your eyes shut waiting for the explosion to come but his face was blank. He cleared his throat and with a nod he stood up a little too calmly, slipping his fingers into yours and leading the way to the elevator. “But your presents,” you said as he took your keys and locked the car.

“Later, we have a dinner reservation.”

Daniel was calm, too calm, as he sat beside you in the waterfront restaurant with his hand resting on your thigh. He smiled at the jokes, chatted with his friends and kissed your cheek until the plates were cleared away. Rising with his flute of champagne, he called for a toast and the large table of family and friends fell silent.

For a few seconds all that could be heard was the muted sounds of the kitchen behind closed doors and the rain falling on the roof.

“I’d like to thank you all for coming and celebrating my latest lap around the sun. It’s been quite the year: I’ve made some new friends, started a few side ventures, and best of all, I was lucky enough to start calling this beautiful woman my fiancée.”

He smiled at you as he took a sip of his drink before he turned that smile on everyone seated around the room.

“I’d like to say I’m maturing with age, but I’m not so sure about that, but I am getting wiser. Something I have learned is who my true friends are, the ones there for me through thick and thin, always there with support when I need it. You’re the real MVP’s.”

He raised his glass to Scotty seated on his other side and they shared a chuckle before he looked further down the table to the two guys who had arrived early and spent the afternoon at your apartment.

“Unfortunately, I have also learned some harder lessons this year, like when I have outgrown the company I keep.” He was sedate as he ran his finger around the rim of his glass before putting it down. His fingers spread across the tablecloth as he leaned forward and pinned them with a glare. “I welcomed you into my house, but you can show yourselves out.”

The table was deathly quiet as everyone looked between Daniel and the men he was obviously staring at.

“The fuck, mate?” Leroy exclaimed. “We’ve been friends for years.”

“And they were good while they lasted, but you fuck with my future when you call my fiancée a gold digger. That’s where I draw the line.”

“Oh, shit,” Scotty muttered under his breath. “That’s fucked.”

You watched as all eyes turned to you and you sank lower in your chair at the attention laden with pity by most of them, certainly the F1 drivers and Daniel’s family.

“She’s using you, mate, you just can’t see it,” Davis said as he shifted under the cold glare. “Marry her and you might as well donate half your money to charity.”

You saw Lando kick someone under the table before grabbing Pierre as he bumped the table, ready to stand up.

“Just fuck off, cunt,” Daniel said with a short laugh before he took your hand and pulled you to your feet and into his arms. “And anyone else that thinks the same can leave now too.”

No one else rose when Leroy and Davis did, tossing their napkins down angrily. They shook their heads like they wanted to say more but wisely kept their mouths shut this time.

“Oh, and since you’re both so worried about how I spend my money,” Daniel called out. “I cancelled your plane tickets and hotel rooms that I paid for. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you were using me.”

The atmosphere had thankfully lightened after the strange toast and quick departure and soon the party moved to the club next door. There was already a house DJ there but Martin was going to be taking over for most of the night since his sets were unbeatable.

Taking a breather from dancing, you sat on Danny’s lap, his arms automatically circling your waist as he laughed at something Max said.

“Max had a really good idea,” he said in your ear after the other Red Bull driver left to dance with Kelly. “He’s gonna buy a shitbox too and we are going to get one of those giant blow up balls to play demolition car soccer.”

“But it’s my baby,” you pouted as his laugh warmed your cheeks.

“You’ve had it for six hours, kitten, I don’t think you are that attached,” he teased between the soft kisses he peppered across your neck. “I’ll get you a better baby, a bigger one that’s safer, maybe a tank.”

You giggled at his silliness and combed your fingers through his hair as you bared more of your neck to him and moaned, “I love you. Terrible toasts and all.”

“Love you too, but that was a great toast. I fucking nailed it.” He nipped your shoulder and the crowded club seemed to fall away as he stole all your attention, from his palms sliding up your thighs to his beard tickling your skin.

“I don’t think Scotty will be keen on letting you make one at his wedding now,” you said with a shiver of delight when his fingers reached the edge of your panties.

“As long as I can toast to my gorgeous bride at ours, that’s the one that really matters.”

He pulled back to grin as he saw how affected you were not just by his touch but his words. You always had the same dreamy smile on your face when he mentioned the wedding and he always found a reason to bring it up.

“I suppose you might be able to convince me,” you teased before standing up with your finger hooked between the buttons on his shirt. He downed the last of his drink and followed as you led him down the stairs of the mezzanine floor and into the dark corner beneath them.

Your back pressed to the wall as he hiked your dress up and hid your body with his. “You want me to convince you right here, kitten,” he chuckled as he fingers pushed your panties aside and found you already wet for him.

“No,” you moaned against his lips. “I just want you to fuck me.”

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#the taste of temptation #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo fanfic #f1 smut #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula one fanfiction

[babyangelsky]

BL Challenge 2k24 ✨Day 7✨

Hello and welcome to @negrowhat's 15 Day BL Challenge! Full challenge can be found here.

Favorite Villain: Korn Theerapanyakul

It isn't often that we get an actual villain in a BL. We have plenty of love rivals but those are rarely ever villains in the true sense of the word. We also have a large, unfortunate array of shitty parents and parental figures, some of which absolutely do fall into the villain category, but they don't deserve my effort or your attention.

But then we have Korn.

Korn is a villain. Make absolutely no mistake about that. This man has dedicated his life to playing 4D chess with everyone around him, including and especially his sons, and he's brilliant at it. There is never a moment where he isn't in control, there is never a moment where he hasn't thought at least five steps ahead, and he has very few blind spots.

What gets me—and what makes him that much more insidious in my opinion—is how he presents himself to the world.

♡ gif by @guzhufuren from this set

"This man, a villain? Never! He's just a nice, soft-spoken dad in a sweater vest! Sure he's a bit intimidating but he's in the mafia, it's to be expected. And just look at how accepting he is of his gay sons! He's looking at a photo of his son and his son-in-law and smiling, isn't that lovely?"

False!

Korn's image is perfectly curated and if you only look on the surface, from the outside that's exactly what he is: a nice dad and a respectable businessman. He's rational, calm, and level-head, especially when you compare him to Gun—which you can't not do. It's impossible to have a conversation about Korn without talking about Gun, who is absolutely just as bad and who I easily could've chosen.

The difference is that Gun's evil is overt and in a way, it's more...honest because of it. He's not out here pretending to be a good person or trying to be anything other than exactly what he is. What you see is what you get. However, I chose Korn precisely because of that insidiousness, because his evil appears so much more subtle but only when it remains in the shadows.

♡ gif by @kinnbig from this set

Because when everything gets brought to light? Hoooooo BOY.

This man kept his foster sister in isolation under lock and key for years after he killed her husband and took her away from her two little boys. Then he left those little boys in the care of a degenerate gambler and watched them sink further and further into debt. And that's only the thin end of the wedge! If we got into all the ways he fucked up his OWN boys, we'd be here all damn day.

Kidnapping on perhaps more than one occasion, a hit squad, Kim's entire personality, Kinn's emotional range, need I go on?

But getting back to Porsche and Chay, Korn could've helped them at literally any point but he didn't lift a finger until they grew up and became useful to him. He could've cleared their debts, paid for Chay's education, provided for them, kept them from getting remotely close to a situation were men were beating them and trashing their home. But he did exactly none of that because whatever sense of obligation Korn might have felt toward them absolutely pales in comparison to his need for control.

♡ gif by @kinnbig from this set

That's what this all comes down to: control. The world is a chessboard and everyone in Korn's orbit is a piece on it. He proposed an outcome for himself and he got it.

He made sure Kinn was cemented as head of the main family and found a way to cement Porsche as head of the minor family. He got rid of Gun and the threat he presented and succeeded in burying the truth of what happened to Porsche's parents with him, because the truth that Korn gave simply is not the whole truth. It never will be because divulging the truth means giving up control, and that is something he will never do.

I could literally talk for hours about Korn. He's a fascinating character. He's got so many layers. Bottom line?

Este señor es el mismísimo diablo. This man is the living breathing devil.

#BLChallenge2k24 #korn theerapanyakul #kinnporsche

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six

TW: violence, choking, mentions of bdsm, abuse of authority, cops, unfair power dynamics, harassment, body fluids and drug use mentions, mentions of harm/accidents

For California, it’s a bit chilly out this morning. The sun is getting a lazy late start, just beginning to yawn golden orange and fiery yellow over the horizon. Julian’s hair in that light is the high shine of fashion magazine model locs, and you’re, as usual, opening your mouth before you think. “What shampoo and conditioner do you use?”

He seems thoroughly amused. “Honestly? You’re going to be mad about it.” 

“Try me,” you prod, slipping inside his little sports car that smells like lemon air freshener and coffee. 

He seems a little cramped in the seat, knees bent up and head almost touching the ceiling, and you wonder if he actually even tried to get into this thing before buying it. 

“It’s a rental,” he explains.

“Did you get into an accident?”

“A truck hit mine while it was parked.” 

“How are you so calm about that? I’d punch someone.” 

He looks over at you with a sculpted, raised brow. “I just cannot imagine you hurting a fly, y/n.” 

“Flies are innocent, truck drivers are free game.” 

He gives you a big laugh that strokes the flame of your ego. “You’re hilarious. I use men’s body wash.” 

“What?” Okay, he’s right, you are a little mad. You use shampoo and conditioner that are specifically supposed to soften your hair, but the poof on your head absolutely pales in comparison to his soft, beautiful mane that gets the luxury of … what? Old spice? Axe body wash? 

“I told you,” he sings, turning on the engine. 

Genetics is a bitch. 

He takes you to a fancy little French inspired coffee shop cuddled into the center of an outlet mall with salt lamps and big ferns and comfy chairs. You settle into a nook closests to the sunned windows so Julian can keep an eye on his rental, which is understandable. No part of LA is good to have a Porsche in, but especially not the inner city. 

“This is delicious,” you tell him through a mouthful of warm croissant, covering your lips in embarrassment when you realize that your table manners are less than adequately prepared for a date with a doctor. 

“They have the best coffee,” he agrees, taking a sip of his steaming latte. 

You don’t have time to stop your brain from comparing Julian to a certain cop you know who prefers his coffee black and bitter, or at least that’s what he told you when he saw you drinking your vanilla cream cold foam at the nurse’s station. 

Julian is talking, you think, and you’re only half listening while you remember how Tom had snatched that drink right out of your hands and held it up in the air. 

“Give it back!” You hissed, reaching up on tiptoes while he laughed at the pathetic rescue attempt. 

“Careful, honey, don’t hurt yourself for this pathetic excuse of caffeine. What is it anyway? Is there even coffee in here?” 

After he walked away with his discharge paperwork, your coworkers were understandably curious about the tall, puckish cop who fucked with you any chance he got. 

Miguel watched his ass move the whole way down the hallway and out the glass exit doors while literally clutching the rosary under his scrub shirt as if a devil had just walked by, then looked over at you. “What a man.”

“Are you alright?” Julian asks, bringing you back to the present conversation with a hand over your forearm. He does seem concerned, and it makes you feel like a piece of shit. This guy is a gentleman and here you are on a date with him fantasizing about the brute that is Tom Ludlow. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You wave away his concern. “Tell me about you, Julian. What do you do for fun? Doctor-by-night, Violin-player-by-morning? 

He chuckles. “Nothing that cultured. I like riding motorcycles.”

“Really?” You ask, genuinely surprised and trying to imagine Julian in a gang of bikers with cracked leather skull and snake jackets. 

“I love them.” He nods. “I have three that I take for long rides along the coast. You get lost in it, the wind and salt and sand. The rumble of the engine under you.”

“I’ve never been on one,” you tell him, “and I’m honestly surprised you ride them after what we see in the ER. Don’t you remember that guy that had his calf hanging on by a tendon? Or that woman who had half her face missing?” 

“Yes, I do. But I go the speed limit and wear the proper gear. And I like the thrill.” 

It’s not just the casual t-shirt and worn jeans or the way the light halos his thick silk nest of hair or the roguish grin that makes you see Julian in an entirely new way, now. “You’re wild, Dr. Mercer.”

He licks spilled cream at the ridge of his coffee cup, rubs at the skin of your forearm with his fingers, and winks. You wonder what he would look like between your legs doing the same thing, except with your fingers gripping that luscious hair. 

“You should let me take you for a ride, sometime,” he suggests, and for a minute you forget you’re talking about motorcycles. 

“Oh, I don’t know, Julian.”

“C’mon.” He nudges your knee under the table and relaxes back into his seat, now reminding you too much of someone else you know. Same height, same hair color, same facial structure. 

Fuck. Really? 

“Good boyfriends take their girlfriends on long, romantic motorcycle rides.” 

“But you’re not my boyfriend.”

His smile droops a little bit and it makes you feel bad for being so illiterately ignorant. Well, you feel bad until he opens his mouth. “I am, though.”

He paints it playful, but it sounds a little bit pushy-bossy, even. “I don’t know about that, either, Julian.”

He tries a different angle. “You know, believe it or not, most women would consider me quite the catch.” 

You hope your face doesn’t betray the little bit of ick you get from him saying something so egotistical. “I don’t doubt it, and you deserve someone that can give you what you’re looking for.” 

“You think you can’t give me what I’m looking for?” He leans across the table in sudden intensity, and you balk at the notion. 

“No, I honestly don’t.”

“Why?”

You start to say something, but he cuts you off. “And, I really mean why? Why can’t you give me what I’m looking for? Enlighten me.” 

“I’m not-I have too much baggage.” You unconsciously lean away from his swelling intensity. 

“That’s a little vague.” He frowns. 

“I’m not normal, Julian. You seem like you would like normal women.” You cringe at the childish sentiment, but truly have no idea how to get the point across except for basically telling him that you’re a freak with a bad past and worse coping mechanisms. You eat slices of bread for dinner and drink out of the milk carton. Julian probably irons his shirts. This will not work. 

“You’re assuming I’m normal?”

“Yes. I guess I am.” You lean back and cross your arms over your chest. 

“Well, I’m not. In fact, I’ll prove it to you.” He takes out his wallet, pulls a laminated card from it, and slides it over the table to you. 

“What..” It’s a little red card framed in black with big bold letters on the front advertising a BDSM club in the heart of downtown Venice. “What is this?” 

“BDSM is bondage, domination-“

“I know what that is,” you interrupt. “I just meant.. You go here?”

“I do.” He nods and takes a drink. “I occasionally engage in scenes.”

You decide that you should coat your suddenly very dry mouth and drink a big gulp of your coffee. “Like with a dominatrix?”

He laughs at you, puts his head in his hand and shakes his head. “No. I prefer to be the dominant one.” 

You look at-really, really look at this man for the first time and honestly cannot imagine him taking that role. 

He must see the confusion on your face, because his laughter grows. “That’s the usual reaction I get.”

Curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity killed the-you know what, fuck it. 

“So, what do you do at the club?” 

“A typical play scene, you mean?” How in the hell he can be so casual and relaxed about this you’re not sure. Because you can already feel the cold sweat breaking along your shoulders and neck. 

“I guess? Yeah.”

“Well, ideally the woman is tied up in some fashion, and of course there’s a safe word, negotiated limits. Perhaps a punishment scenario with pain play. Are you okay?” 

He looks at your table-clutching, white knuckled hands, searches your face, giving you a genuine concerned expression that makes you wonder what actually is going on with you right now. You feel like you're on a tightrope over a ravine of crocodiles and Julian’s on the other end lazily sawing at the rope with dull scissors.

“I’m fine,” you say breathily, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. “Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about all that.”

His gentle smile is nothing less than kind, though maybe also, a little disappointed. “I get that a lot too.”

“Is that…the only way you enjoy sex?” you ask quietly, leery of the blue-haired old lady just two tables away.

“No,” he seems happy to tell you. “Though it is…the way I enjoy sex most.”

You blink, digesting this with understandable trepidation. He’s basically telling you that it would be impossible to be in a relationship with him without dipping into this eventually. And you…? 

Are definitely intrigued, and you’re not really sure why.

“You said you have baggage,” Julien probes cautiously. You can feel him looking at you, but you’re not quite up to eye contact with him yet. You fix your gaze out the window. “Well, I do too. I haven’t had a perfect life. No one does, and I’m not interested in a perfect girlfriend. I like you, y/n.”

You feel your breath go out in an audible whoosh. It actually makes him smile-you feel it like rays of the sun. How can this man be so warm, and yet have such a dark side?

Well, maybe it’s not a dark side, you reason. Maybe it’s just…a thing he likes, and between consenting adults, what’s the harm?

“So…” You can’t help but think about how odd this is, discussing this in this coffee shop filled with mild-mannered caffeine addicts. What you really want to ask, is what happened to him that makes him like this kind of sexual play, but you know it would be too far, and you damn well don’t feel like talking about your own fucked up past. But there is something you do feel you have a right to know. “Is this something you want to do to me?” 

Again, he fixes you with that bad boy smirk that gives you chills and utterly ruins your panties. “Since the moment you stood up to me over that patient,” he admits. And maybe that should alarm you, that he wants to tie you up and hurt you for being defiant about something that deserved defiance. It does alarm you, but… It also… It sounds a little thrilling. “In fact-“

Julian and the rest of the world and even your own thoughts disappear when you meet a pair of familiar, sun tinted eyes out the window of the coffee shop. He’s grinning-when is he not grinning at you like he knows what it does to your helpless insides?-and licking his fingers, tearing off a yellow parking ticket to slap it under the windshield of Julian’s rental.

“Uh, Julian-“ 

“Just let me finish,” Julian insists. His bossy tone irritates you, but Tom brightens the mood by making a jerking off motion towards the doctor, and then winking at you. 

You can’t help but laugh. It’s honestly involuntary, the loud wheeze that tears from your chest and makes Julian look outside to see the yellow ticket shining under his wiper as Ludlow’s ass saunters away. 

You’re not sure what Julian’s plan is when he storms outside to catch Ludlow by the arm, but you’re definitely following ten strides behind to prevent his untimely death. 

“I’m parked legally.” His voice is a menacing growl instead of the smooth honey you’re used to, and yeah, maybe now you can see a little bit of that Dominant Persona he was talking about. 

“Not after 9AM,” Tom says, unbothered by Julian’s anger, still grinning like an idiot. 

“It’s eight-thirty,” Julian argues, tugging on Tom’s sleeve-that earns him a bent back arm and even the appearance of handcuffs. 

“Tom, stop it, fucking really?” 

“Sorry, honey, your boyfriend’s going to jail.” 

“For what?!” You and Julian both demand at once. 

“Putting his pristine fucking hands on what’s mine.” Tom tugs Julian up on his toes and clicks one handcuff into place. 

You hope he means his uniform, but you have a feeling he doesn’t. 

“That’s way too tight and you know it,” Julian grunts. 

“What, someone likes to dish it out but can’t take it? Don’t be a bitch,” Tom muses, grabbing Julian’s other arm and twisting it-not gently-behind his back. 

“Tom, you fucking dickhead.” 

He looks at you as he’s putting the other cuff on your date. “Oh, I’ll deal with you later.” His grin looks more like a snarl at this point, and you think that Julian could probably take some pretty good Dom pointers from Tom, because your heart is galloping and your clit is pulsing despite the absolute absurdity of the situation. Also-it's a miracle-your sassing mouth has snapped shut. 

After Officer Ludlow practically throws Dr. Mercer into the back of his Charger, slamming the door, he turns to you with a smirk and his thumb in his belt. Goddammit, if that fucking look doesn’t go straight to your lady parts.

“Tom…you cannot do this.” 

A tow truck has pulled up, and is in process of impounding the sweet little Porsche.

He steps up to you in those big black boots that make him a mile tall.

“You’d be surprised what I can and cannot do, sweetheart.”

“Please.” You hate how desperate you know you sound. 

He taps his chin. “Well, I do like the sound of that. But it would be a lot more convincing if you got on your knees and said it.”

“You asshole,” you seethe, even as you can feel the moisture pooling between your legs.

“That kinda language definitely isn’t going to get Doctor Bitch Boy out of my car.”

“What the fuck do you want then?” You know it was a stupid question the moment it flies from your mouth. He’s going to reply with something filthy, and demeaning, and-

“Have dinner with me.”

You’re going to need another tow truck just to get your jaw up off the ground. 

“You’re going to get in trouble for this,” you say. “This isn’t harassing a lowly broke-ass nurse. He is going to sue the shit out of you.”

Tom just snorts at that, unimpressed. “Did you know your friend likes to hang out at a BDSM club in Venice Beach? Whips and chains and shit? Bet this asshole has mommy issues from here to Pasadena. Come on, y/n, you don’t need that in your life.”

It almost sounds like he’s…worried about you?

Officer Ludlow has no idea how badly he’s misjudged you, now that he’s pissed you off. “Maybe I like it,” you snipe back, stretching up so you’re almost in his face. “Fact is, it’s none of your fucking business.”

Ludlow just narrows his eyes down at you, those dark orbs glinting like sharp obsidian. “Well, sorry, guess he’s not tying you up tonight, baby. He’s gotta cool down in the tank.”

He makes to go, but you reach out, not grabbing him, per se, but just touching his chest. He freezes, and you can practically feel him vibrating beneath your hand. With excitement, because he fucking lives for being an asshole, or…you hate to think you know the real answer.

His mitt of a hand covers yours, holding it just above his heart.

“Tom….” Caught up in this tension between you, you’re not even sure what you’re asking now. 

You expect him to say something dirty, or snide, but instead you swear that just for a moment, his gaze softens as he looks down at you. “Dinner?” he asks again, with a note of hope in his voice that is almost endearing, if he wasn’t being such a class A jerk.

“I can’t.”

His demeanor changes in less than a second, drawing up to his full height, his shoulders squared. He flicks down his sunglasses that were on his head, so you can no longer even see his eyes. His voice changes, drops an octave, something. The authority in it makes you shudder inside. “Wave to Dr. Bitch Boy, y/n, we’re going for a little ride.”

Before you can grab him, or do anything, really, Tom is behind the wheel, speeding off with a very pissed off Julian in the back seat.

Your heart drops to your feet as you are left standing there alone on the sidewalk without a ride, and completely at a loss as to what to do.

***

“I’m going to fucking sue you,” Julian grits, kicking the back of Tom’s seat for good measure. 

“Yeah, yeah, with your doctor money,” Tom grumbles, taking a big swig of coffee with one hand and steering recklessly with the other because it’s fun to watch that skinny fuck bounce around helplessly in the seat. 

“I’m not getting booked tonight, Officer Ludlow. I’m calling my fucking lawyer.”

“Sorry, Doctor Bitch, your Lawyer’s busy until tomorrow afternoon, didn’t you hear?”

“You son of a-“

Tom gasses the car over a big pothole and it sends Julian flying into the opposite door. It’s a sight he could almost get off to.

Julian, big goose egg swelling up on his temple, gets yanked out of the squad car and tossed on the shit smeared, needle peppered streets of South Central. “They probably need you here more than the hospital, Doctor. Have fun–”

“Wait! Fuck. I’m still cuffed for fuck’s sake!” Tom gives the little guy credit for being able to get up on his feet so fast with his hands behind his back and a probable minor concussion. “You can’t leave me here.”

Tom pauses with his hand on the lip of the hot car door, but only to memorize the sight of a sweat-stained, wild eyed, trembling distinguished doctor about to get his shit wrecked on the mean LA Streets. He’s guessing Julian’s never visited much outside of Hollywood, Venice, and Santa Monica, and the cute little horrified expression on his face is testament to that. 

Tom taps the hood of his car. “See ya, Doc.” 

“You know,” Julian says, “this isn’t going to stop me from seeing her, Tom.” 

Well, if he wants a fight. 

Tom slams the charger door, whips off his belt, backs Julian up until he falls on his ass into a steaming puddle of unknown origin, and loops the leather around his neck. 

He tugs him up by the belt, onto his toes, eliminating that fraction of height difference just so he can see the whites of this prick’s eyes. 

He doubles the wrap of the belt in his fist, and Julian sputters something unintelligible through a thick choke. 

“What’s wrong? Thought you liked this shit?” Tom pretends to wait for an answer that he prevents. “Oh, that’s right, you like being the one doing the choking. That gets your dick wet, huh? Beating on women?” 

He wants nothing more than to choke this fucker unconscious and leave him on the streets for the hepatitis rats to chew on his toes, and, fuck it, if he ends up passing out by the time Tom’s done saying his peace, then so be it. 

“You can see her all you want, asshole. Take her on as many dates as you like. But if I see one fuckin’ bruise on her-one red mark on that pretty skin-I’m gonna make the rest of your short life very fucking unpleasant. Comprende?” 

#tom ludlow x reader #tom ludlow #street kings #keanuverse fic #keanuverse

[kinnporsche]

what is this? another kinn & porsche rec list by tumblr user kinnporsche? it’s more likely than you think! it seems that i literally can’t stop—it’s been an entire year since the finale and i’m still stuck in my self-imposed 24/7 kinnporsche lockdown. so, here’s a bunch more fics that are currently making life worth living for me. once again, this list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), and each fic is by a different author (to spread the love)! all fics that are not yet complete have been marked with (wip). lastly, make sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love, because they’re doing the lord’s work! god fucking bless. [part 6/?]

— self-fulfilling prophecy by lazulialekto – explicit / 119.4k words

Porsche stepped forward, dragging his eyes from Kinn’s chest, immediately concerned, “will things go sideways?”

Kinn grimaced, grabbing his glass of whiskey and taking a large swig of the amber liquid. “They often do, especially lately.” His glass clinked as he set it back down, then his hand was running down his face, stressed.

Porsche moved closer, sitting beside him, ignoring protocol completely. “If it’s that dangerous for you to go, can’t you just… not, or change the venue, or something?”

“And let them know I’m worried?” Kinn laughed bitterly as he let his hand drop down to his thigh, the Theerapanyakul family ring glinting in the light of the lamp in the corner. “I can’t do that. In this business a great deal rides on appearances. If I look weak to them, I won’t be the only target.”

— be the best you ever tasted by martynax – explicit / 90.9k words

“What’s your name, darling?” he questions.

“Jom,” Porsche replies after a moment, it makes a snort pass through Kinn’s lips.

“You don’t look like a Jom. Forgive me for repeating myself but you’re a shit liar,” he says once more. He still looks amused, like Porsche is telling jokes. Porsche presses his lips together stubbornly, which makes a small smirk appear on Kinn’s lips; he looks delighted for some reason. “Tell you what, darling, you tell me your name and I will end the session now. How about it?”

(Or: AU where Porsche’s life is shit so he shakes his perky little butt for strangers at a strip club and Kinn books him for a private show.)

— the situationship by verses – explicit / 86.8k words (wip)

“What about kissing?” Porsche asked, and his heart did a weird thing where it twisted all the way around his lungs and then plunged to his stomach.

Kinn raised a brow at that. “What about kissing? I feel like as the resident straight boy here, you should take the lead on this conversation.”

Porsche swallowed. “Well, do you kiss your boyfriends? In front of your friends and family?”

Kinn shrugged, and for once, the movement didn’t seem entirely effortless. “Sometimes.”

“Okay, then,” Porsche said, licking his suddenly dry lips. With tingly fingers, he added to the contract: ‘Non-sexual kissing allowed to fool participant K’s brother.’

(Or: Kinn, under pressure from the patriarch of the Theerapanyakul family, entices Porsche to enter a fake, contractual relationship with him. In return, Porsche gets money, a sexuality crisis, and a headache.)

— tiger bite by verbana – explicit / 54.7k words

Kinn leaned in, raking him over with his eyes. It felt like hovering over turbulent waters, daring a wave to come and sweep him down. “What are you gonna do to make me remember?”

Porsche reached up and slid a hand through the gap in Kinn’s shirt. Two fingers traced under his left collarbone. “I’ll tattoo my name here. Then all your hookups will have to stop and ask, who’s this?”

“And what should I tell them?” Their faces were too close. Porsche’s fingertips felt like they were plugged directly into his nervous system, lighting up every cell in his body. Red warning lights started flashing in the back of Kinn’s brain but he didn’t care, couldn’t care.

— twelve, twenty, almost thirty by just2wings – explicit / 34.2k words

Kinn is twelve when he falls for the boy with the bubbly laugh and fiery brown eyes, the only one who’s ever been able to pin him to the ground during taekwondo practice.

Kinn is twenty when he runs into him in the school gym, and then again in some shady alley. He falls in love all over again on a golden-lit pier, and then remembers all the reasons he shouldn’t.

Kinn is pushing thirty when he falls into a familiar, handsome bartender’s orbit again, and finally learns to ask for what he wants.

— insatiable by thewayside – explicit / 22k words (wip)

He squints to get a closer look at it and the faintest aroma hits his nose; soft and delicate like cherry blossom petals and cloying like simple syrup they keep in the bar.

(Or: Porsche steals a watch and gets kidnapped by a stinky alpha who maybe isn’t an alpha at all. What should be a one-time thing becomes bigger than either of them realizes.)

— the shape of you fitting me by nuwildcat – explicit / 18.5k words

They say that a person’s scent is a mark of compatibility. The better someone else smells to you, the stronger a bond between you will be. Porsche has smelled a lot of people working as a bartender, and many more intimately in his free time. But he’s never smelt something like this before. The scent of this omega calls to him, tempting and consuming. It’s the kind of scent that makes him inclined to think the aunties were right about destined mates.

And then he meets the omega tied to that scent, and everything just fits.

— he wants more than a tip, i’m not talking about guidance by haeseolar – explicit / 18.1k words

“Everyone, get out.”

The temperature in the room suddenly drops, everything turning still at the sound of Kinn’s voice ringing out, stopping everyone dead in their tracks and slicing right through to them. It’s so silent that you could hear a pin drop, nobody daring to make a move just yet.

“Didn’t you all hear me? Out!” Kinn shouts, nostrils flaring and voice devoid of any of the previous calm he had.

Everyone goes into motion then, even Chan who takes the hint and goes to join the crowd in leaving the gym. Porsche straightens himself up, still clutching over the left side of his chest as he joins the rest in filing out through the doors.

“Not you, Porsche. You stay here.”

— off to the races by mirrorofprinces – explicit / 17k words (wip)

“So, what is it that you do?” Porsche asks. “Have you always been attending the swanky events I bartend at, and I just never noticed?”

Kinn chuckles, the deep timbre of it going straight down Porsche’s spine. “Trust me, if I had ever seen you before, I would have introduced myself earlier.”

— like a serpent coiling around your throat by darkknight – explicit / 9.8k words

“Will I have to beat you into submission?” Porsche said, his voice raspy as he pinned Kinn under him.

Kinn spat at him, specks of blood coating Porsche’s face. “You can try,” he said, turning on his side to take Porsche with him as he kicked out his leg, hitting Porsche in the thigh.

The other man groaned, but quickly punched Kinn in the throat, making the breath leave him as he stood up and pressed a foot down in the middle of Kinn’s chest. The hard leather of Porsche’s shoes digging uncomfortably against his bare skin.

“Khun Kinn, always needing to be in control, but wouldn’t it be such a relief if you. Just. Let. Go?” he said, stressing the last three words by pressing his foot down harder against Kinn’s chest, making his breath come out in a harsh wheeze.

“Fuck. You."

(Or: AU where Porsche is a Yakuza boss and Kinn hates his guts.)

— consider the hairpin turn by concernedlily – explicit / 9k words

“I’m starting to think you like being punished,” Kinn says, sitting primly on his pristine couch, legs crossed.

— i always know by reason_to_write – mature / 8.3k words

His words stuck in his throat. He barely forced it out.

“Kinn…”

Immediately, even with the terrible reception quality, he could sense the shift in atmosphere on the other end of the line. In his mind’s eye, he saw the fearsome mafia leader stop mid-stride and heard the sharp intake of breath. When the voice spoke again, it couldn’t have been gentler.

“Tell me where you are.”

(Or: Porsche gets kidnapped, but Kinn is coming.)

— on the nature of trust by fortunehasgivenup – explicit / 6.1k words

They don’t stop clutching at each other right away.

Even if Porsche had tried, Kinn doesn’t think that he would allow it. He needs to be pressed up against as much of Porsche as he can.

If Porsche is holding on, he stills loves Kinn.

(Or: The aftermath of the iconic bathroom scene—set between episodes 7 and 8.)

— i’ll never surrender (my control over you) by luckydragon – explicit / 5.9k words

Bottoming doesn’t come naturally to Kinn, but he knows how to get what he needs.

— second skin by vesna (mrsronweasley) – explicit / 3k words

By the time they make it back to the house, accompanied by Pete and Arm, Porsche should be exhausted. All the alcohol burned off in his system from the adrenaline of Kinn blowing into the bathroom with a gun and backup, leaving him with a crystalline sort of clarity. That, more than anything, makes him feel wide awake.

#kinnporschesource #kinnporsche: the series #kinnporsche #kinn x porsche #fic rec #leila.txt #text #leave some kudos!

[discluded]

I'm so proud 🌈 of Apo for how brave he's always been.

In case you missed it since Apo never specifically said it in an interview, Tong spoke about having this conversation with Apo about how Apo viewed Porsche's character (I'm guessing Tong here means Porsche's gender preference... this is the official BOC subtitled version too, sigh.)

This is a companion to the Proud🌈 of Mile piece I wrote a while back. I've been wanting write one for Apo but it's very hard because it's obviously very hard for him to talk about too. Sometimes I when I get notes on the Mile one, I still feel shy about it (even though I don't think Mile is shy!) But someone needs to loudly celebrate both of their bravery! Especially Apo's!!

It takes a lot of courage to walk away from a career you love because you realize you're being not treated the way you're supposed to be. Especially when it's an art you love and you've gotten to a place that most people dream of. Let's not forget, Apo was quite famous as an actor in Thailand already before KinnPorsche. Not only is he a great actor, but he was building a reputation for himself and he chose to walk away from all of that, potentially permanently.

The kind of policing that Apo received of a young person's self-expression while working on the sets of Channel 3 has really detrimental effects on the psyche. I won't say too much about it because Apo is human and he's allowed off days and deserves the grace, but you can see glimpses of how being at an industry event full of industry people, some of whom may or may not have said shit to him in the past, inadvertently hit him at the Vogue Gala. Of course Apo had fun still and it was an amazing experience he got to share with Mile! But if that's how he felt like he had to police his own body language every day on set, I can see why he quit.

New York was so good for Apo because it allowed him to see that the problem was with the people around him, not with himself. When I was in my early 20s, I remember seeing a billboard in New York that said something along the lines of: "Here we judge you more for the shoes you wear than who you love." And ain't that the type of freedom Apo needed.

But when he got back from New York, he committed himself to making queer art.

How brave does he have to be in the first place to walk away from a career he loved because of the homophobic comments he got and knowing it wasn't right (and a reminder, he wasn't working on any BLs before KPTS), and then how much braver still to come back and say: you can't hurt me with what I own about myself. And, I want to make art that expresses it.

Make no mistake, I'm not commenting on Apo's sexuality here. He's asked us not to. But being queer, queerness isn't just about gender or sexuality. It's about identity, the struggles you go through; it's a political stance. Many queer musicians who've never been publicly linked to a same-sex partner have made art specifically to explore their queerness and grapple with violence they still are at the brunt of as a result of being part of society.

And Apo has let us know multiple times what his political stance is, the kinship he feels with expressed queerness. It's the way he came back home and owned the queer art he is a part of. It's the way he continuously expresses the humanity in the stories he's telling, and talks about in interviews how he sees that honesty in the story resonates with the audience.

Apo is a role model in not only how we should treat those around us, but a reminder that being kind to everyone includes being kind to yourself. Especially when society tries to tear you down.

#queer #lgbtq #apo nattawin #actor apo nattawin #kinnporsche #pride #mileapo and pride #kinnporsche promo #not gay as in happy but queer as in fuck you #they tried to buy my pride #but that just ain't up for sale

[lu-sn]

🥐🍓🍄

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

WELCOME TO BIBLE STUDY WE'RE ALL CHILDREN OF JESUS. KUMBAYAAAAAAH

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

watched kinnporsche the series

lost my mind

wrote fic to cope

LMAO in all seriousness i have had story ideas for most fandoms i've been in, but i've always been content to just play those ideas back to myself in my mind (a little show in my head! just for me!) and occasionally i'd think "oh i could try to write this, maybe, it could be cool" but i never needed to follow through. then pete came along and ruined everything

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

the version of pete that we see around vegas, especially later in the show, is very reserved and careful with his words. but that's a far cry from the pete we meet at the very beginning who, frankly, is a bit of a gossip! he's known porsche for all of three seconds and he's already dropping tea on everyone in the building, starting right at the top with their bosses. we even see a glimpse of this later on when pete decides, yes, it is such a good idea to have a fun light-hearted conversation about personality types with the man who kidnapped and tortured him. like... this man wants to talk 😂

vegas seems to find that side of pete pretty amusing, in the way that you might find it amusing when your pet does something stupid. given the whole truckload of shit that happened afterwards, i don't think he had time to process that as part of pete's personality. i think it's going to be a bit of a surprise when, after a few months of adjusting to each other and their new reality, pete starts talking his ears off.

i just like thinking about a vegas who can't really stand mindless chatter, who had to endure it from tawan and all sorts of other vapid kinn castoffs, and then slowly realizes that it's very different when it's coming from someone you love and trust. i think he's going to find it really endearing -- and! i think it'll catch on. they'll get to be horrible gossips together sdjflksadjfkjfdsakjf

#the headcanon took me a billion years that's why this is late #facepalm #well i hope u enjoy suz :D #mine: asks #vegaspete

[misspoetree]

Mr. Kinn loves you so much. Please take care of him.

I don't want to lessen Pete's sacrifice, his willingness to get tortured and killed for Porsche because FUCK NO...

...but we have to talk about Big's sacrifice. He and Porsche aren't friends, they're not particularly close to each other, they don't even like each other all that much. Hell, Porsche is the person who took his job AND Kinn from him.

And yet, here we are. Big loves Kinn and because he knows Kinn loves Porsche (so it wasn't only Arm after all) he's not even HESITATING to take two bullets, to give his life to save Porsche. For the happiness of Kinn. To protect not only Kinn's body but also his heart.

It's just so heart-breaking and selfless - especially put to contrast with Tawan's disgusting selfishness.

And I kinda have a problem with the way the episode just glazed over that - if Big is really dead.

He got stabbed, he got shot twice, there was an explosion...but we didn't (really) get to see the body. And I have this rule with movies and TV-Shows: if I don't get to see the 100% dead corpse, I don't believe it. We saw a body bag carried away with very convenient timing - but only one. Tawan shot himself after all. They suggested "dead" in the conversation between Arm and Kinn but they didn't SAY the word. And there's also the fact that the show LOVES to mislead the audience.

I don't know, it's probably just wishful thinking because - like I said - I hate the way nobody really acknowledged Big's sacrifice - but who knows.

Anyways, I am sad and thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#it's 3 am but I had to get that out of my system #because I sobbed while brushing my teeth earlier #please excuse all mistakes because it's 3 am and this isn't even my native language lol #BIG DESERVED BETTER #acknowledge his selflessness!!!!! #kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #kinnporsche ep10 #kinnporsche ep10 spoilers #kinnporsche big #thai bl #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche theories

[daeyeol4you]

The Chay Rewatch Ep 8

Ep 1 & 2, Ep 3, Ep 4, Ep 5, Ep 6, Ep 7

Ep 8 - Chay flies his red flag

Okay this one has nothing to do with ep 8 but rather a thing about ep 7’s Chay Outfit I just realized!

Chay’s shirt said Vendredi which means Friday in French. Well, when else have we connected Chay to Fridays? It's so blink and you miss it! In ep 4, Kim sings “Your laughter that makes me feel like it’s Friday” as Chay watches on from the crowd. I’ve already gone into how this song foreshadows the KimChay relationship and Kim’s inevitable heartbreak-induced songwriting, but that shirt being a direct callback to that song is so intense to me! (I also was totally not rewatching that ep at 2 am that is so not relevent)

Chay’s shirts are such a treasure trove I’m obsessed, costuming I am your biggest fan

Time: 18:55 – 20:59 – Kim Take Up Coloring

I want to know the point of these maps so bad, are they territory lines or areas Kim can go without running into Chay (since he’s in his first ignore his own feelings and Chay era)

Kim also has an old-fashioned gramophone and records, which is definitely something he and Chay bonded over during their many not-dates

Kim’s outfit: A blue, gray, and black colorblock overshirt with a plain white shirt underneath as well as his silver jewelry, this time with a corded silver chain that I adore.

The pictures they chose for the parents’ photos make them seem like socialites

The way I always forget we get the dad’s name too. Chayapat, wild

“Do you watch too many movies?” – you say just before you blurt out the most telenovela plot idea ever of the mom being your father’s mistress

I wonder how much Kim thought about that, the idea that Porsche & Chay could be his father’s kids. Maybe that’s another reason for Kim to start ignoring Chay. He knows he’s falling for Chay, but he’s trying to keep his feelings from developing further until he knows

I don’t like the pseudo-incest plotline that comes in later on, mainly because we’d already seen KinnPorsche fuck nasty a billion times, but also because there’s no setup outside of this one comment from Kim. If they really wanted to commit pseudo-incest, there needs to be a much more intricate setup

Does Kim really want to move on from investigating Porsche? Or does he just want to run away from his feelings for Chay?

Okay the phone call – I’m 99% sure that’s Chay calling, especially since we know Chay asks why Kim’s dodging his calls. I compared the Thai spelling of his name to the name on the phone, and I think it's similar. Who else would Kim be ignoring like that?

Kim looks pissed when he goes back to his coloring. Mad at himself for developing feelings for Chay? Mad at himself for ignoring Chay? Emotional constipation in general?

Time: 35:40 – 38:12 – Chay pulls a Kim

I have so many questions about how Chay found Kim’s apartment. Kim most certainly did not bring him there, so Chay had to do some stalking. His excuse that he asked a friend is so paper thin. Kim would never bring a friend home, and which one would Chay ask?

He probably already knew from his Wik obsession but knew that going there was a big no. Now tho? He has an excuse to show up at Kim’s unannounced like Kim did to him

The MC friend doesn’t seem close to Kim, judging by how when Kim actually rolls up to class, he gives him the news about Chay he could have texted meaning he doesn’t know how to contact Kim or just isn’t close enough to do so. The rehearsal space friend is more plausible, but I digress

KimChay really is Stalker for Stalker

Kim’s Outfit: A really cute pumpkin-colored jacket with a black shirt and pants combo. I really like his black leather boots. They seem way more function than fashion. A new silver chain but his usual rings and earrings I think

Chay’s Outfit: another plaid shirt look that so works for him. I like to call this Chay’s angel look. He’s in a cream-colored plaid shirt with faint blue and orangish details as well as a white shirt. White Converse too. His silver pendant has some kind of design but I can’t tell what.

The lighting and set really paint Chay as the light and Kim as the dark. You’ve got Kim whose legs blend into the dark colors of the foyer and then Chay who stands as a bright beacon in the street under the sun. He’s not involved in the mafia yet, so he remains a bright, unrestrained light.

Chay’s cute little stance as he bamboozles Kim (& he def bamboozles Kim). He’s just so excited to see his target- sorry his crush!

I love the emotions Kim inadvertently shows during this scene. He’s so cold, but you can tell he’s so caught off guard by Chay and his genuine feelings, and he’s so heart eyes about Chay’s red flags. He’s still being a dick trying to brush Chay off, but you also see his hard-shell cracking

Chay you are so accidentally freaky I love you

Chay, to me, is so powerful. He sees the brush off Kim is trying to give him, but he stands his ground. He’s no people pleaser, and I don’t think he’s doing this to keep Kim’s romantic attention. He’s fully aware of the opportunity being tutored by someone like Kim is, because he’s a kid that always had to scrape by. Letting this go without a fight, without doing everything he could to keep it is not something he’s hardwired to do

Chay’s really funny – the guitar stand bit made me giggle (him being funny, hopeful, or happy often is mislabeled as him being childish or naïve but I digress y’all know my thoughts on that)

I’m sorry but the name on the sign behind Chay being ‘The Mystery,’ no wonder Kim lives there

Chay’s so talented, raw but talented. Clean up the song a bit, give him some vocal training, and you’ll have a really catchy song and probably will do numbers online

Excuse you Mr. Security guard man! Can you not see he’s trying to serenade someone! Also why choose now to interrupt and not at the beginning? Bro decided to give him a chance at least lol

And now he places the ball in Kim’s court. Chay may be a touch obsessive and freaky, but he knows what lines he can and can’t cross. Asking Kim to tell him what he thinks and immediately leaving gives Kim space as well as leaving an open dialogue

Kim’s face as Chay walks away shows how conflicted he feels. He is aware that he’s developing feelings for Chay, but he’s also doubly aware that something fishy is going on within his family. He has so much conflict because Kim’s not an emotional person. He cares about his brothers (and that’s from a distance), and he’s suspicious of his father that’s it. Kim has to grow as a person if he wants to love Chay

Overall Chay Rating (Chrating): A

This ep has my favorite Chay and Kim outfits I won’t lie. I love how they (on purpose or not) match the set as well as who these two characters are at this point in time. Chay is still completely unaware of the mafia so he stays in the light while Kim is entrenching himself in his family’s secrets and trying to push Chay away leaving him in the dark. Chay also shows how much of a fighter he is. He's a strong independent character! He's emotionally mature and capable of making his own decisions! He isn’t going to let Kim slink away without at least being able to say he did everything he could. He’s letting them either end on a completed note for Chay or continue to grow closer if that’s what Kim wants. Chay always allows others to have a choice in what they do next, we’ve seen this with Chay backing down after Kim seems uncomfortable & here where Chay leaves without making Kim answer him before he’s ready. This episode also begins to drop hints that Nampueng is more important to Korn than previously thought. Damn, I wish the Kimspiracy Board had actually had a real hold on the plot instead of being inevitably useless and forgotten.

#kprewatch2023 #kimchay #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #porchay kittisawat #porchay pichaya kittisawat #kim theerapanyakul

[shortpplfedup]

Anatomy of a Scene Let's Just Talk About It (TW: dubcon)

KinnPorsche, Episode 4 Directors: Khom Kongkiat Khomsiri, Pepzi Banchorn Vorasataree, Pond Krisda Witthayakhajorndet Writers: Pond Krisda Witthayakhajorndet, Poi Patchayamon Theewasujaroen, Yok Sitthichai Panya, Ning Bhanbhassa Dhubthien Cast: Mile Phakphum Romsaithong (Kinn), Apo Nattawin Wattanagitiphat (Porsche)

Dominance and submission. Control and loss of control. Where power resides, relinquishing power and taking power for yourself. Letting your guard down and lowering inhibitions. Succumbing to desires unspoken, hidden, leashed, buried. Trust. Vulnerability. Shedding one's armour. And consequences.

The show treated the dubcon LIKE DUBCON. Getting high out of your mind and choosing to fuck somebody you've been curious about is a tale as old as time. Similarly, knowing that you shouldn't fuck somebody in a situation like this, but the person is saying and doing the all the things you want to believe is also a tale as old as time. If Porsche had chosen to take the drug instead of being drugged the conversation would be very different. But the point remains that we DO see Porsche make choices here, inasmuch as those choices are influenced by a drug that lowers your inhibitions. That's why it's dubcon and not noncon. Wrong on Kinn's part, absolutely. But let's remember that KINN IS NOT A GOOD PERSON, as much as he may want to be. He's the mafia heir despite being the second son because he's good at it, and you can't be good at something you don't enjoy even a little bit. Kinn likes power, he likes the challenge of staying a step ahead of his enemies, but he also wants a respite from all of that. He wants to be able to be vulnerable and soft sometimes, and to not have to think so hard and just do what he feels. Sometimes he wants to relinquish his power entirely and have somebody else be in control. He wants to trust somebody enough to allow that. And something in him is telling him he can trust Porsche.

For Porsche's part, this is a man who has been forced to wrest some level of control from a life that has given him very limited control since his parents died. Porsche's real choices are so few; what power he does have is so small. It's why he's such raging id: one thing he DOES have the power to do is take very little seriously. We see that he can be reckless, promiscuous, less than honest, mischievous. He'll fuck a random woman in an alleyway on his break. He'll piss in a koi pond as a 'fuck you' to his supervisor. He'll put wasabi in his boss' drink. He'll scam a spa day out of the auntie. He'll drink on the job. Petty rebellions, but all the rebellion he can get away with.

I made the point before that despite all the ways that Kinn has power over Porsche in general, but especially in this scene (he's the boss, Porsche is the employee; he's sober, Porsche is not; he's older and we assume more experienced sexually with men than Porsche), that Kinn is the one who seems vulnerable somehow. His self-control with regard to Porsche is a fraying thread, and Porsche is deliberately pulling at that thread. Porsche LIKES that Kinn likes him, that he obviously treats him specially, that he has this power over Kinn. How he touches him and grabs him in this scene is taunting. 'You want me, and only I can give me to you, only I can give you what you want.' He grabs his dick. He flicks his nipple. He makes him grope his crotch. He grabs him by the neck, almost by the throat, and kisses him, hard. If he wasn't drugged, these would all be considered Not On. Kinn hasn't consented to being touched like this, and he pulls away, slaps his hands away at first. But Porsche's power over him is an incredible turn on for them both. It's pure D/s. Kinn has been shown to be extremely careful, cautious. But when it comes to Porsche he's not careful at all. He throws caution to the wind in every sense. He goes out and gets drunk with his bodyguards, leaving himself unprotected and open to attack. He doesn't kiss his lovers but he kisses Porsche, passionately. He HAS to know if Porsche is seeing anybody, and what Porsche thinks of him so badly that he's obvious to anybody with eyes. When he gets to touch Porsche, he's worshipful with his body. We see that he practises safe sex with his lovers but he has very unsafe sex with Porsche.

Consequences will clearly arrive with the morning. There's a reason we consider having sex with somebody under the influence to be somewhere on the spectrum of 'a bad idea' to rape, depending on the context. There's a reason D/s dynamics and ESPECIALLY D/s sex should be discussed and the rules laid out BEFORE anything happens. There will be repercussions to this for both Kinn and Porsche, socially and emotionally. And that's how dubcon SHOULD be treated: it should have consequences. Their path to each other, and their entire relationship going forward (professional AND personal) WILL be warped by this first encounter.

On a technical level, the way this scene is written, acted, shot and scored is incredible. That's just a phenomenal amount of trust for and between your actors, and between actors and directors.

Side note: I am now extremely ready for Tawan to enter the tale, because I want to see who Kinn used to be, and how he's different now. Pete alluded to Kinn changing after something happened, Vegas taunted him about having his heart broken, Tay and Time are encouraging him to flirt with Porsche in a way that seems like they're delighted he's into somebody...they all see that Kinn treats Porsche specially and you get the sense that they haven't seen this side of Kinn for a while.

By the way if this gets punted by Tumblr, I'll repost sans video.

#kinnporsche #anatomy of a scene series #on art #meta

[formulaes5]

fall from the stars (get in my car)

Mark watched in a combination of amazement and long suffering acceptance as Seb whipped a travel sachet of lube from his pocket like the world's lamest, horniest magician. Of course Seb would think to bring lube to a formal gala. He didn't even think he was surprised anymore. Nothing is sexier than good driving and Mark Webber's stupid, handsome face. Sebastian makes his opinions on the matter known.

☆ 3.8k, E, ao3 ☆

They left the event separately, one after the other. Mark taking the initiative to head out first after Jenson somehow managed to stand up from the table without falling over, swaying on his feet as he announced that he was excusing himself to the bathroom, “Definitely not to throw up, thank you very much”. Somehow, Mark doubted the truthfulness of that statement.

“Well mate,” he said as he stood, “you have fun with that, I’ll see you later then?”

Jenson replied with what may or may not have been an affirmative groan, clearly not quite with it as he stumbled off in the general direction of the bathrooms. Hopefully he would get there in time, or some put upon member of staff would be forced to deal with it, Mark thought with a grimace.

Seb vaguely followed the interaction from the next table over, before watching Mark’s long legs appreciatively as he strode towards the exit, occasionally stopping to shake hands with people and say his goodbyes. Sebastian followed at around the twenty minute mark, somehow managing to extract himself from a conversation with Christian about new car regulations and his holiday plans in the Maldives with Ginger Spice, of all people. How Christian managed that was still something of a conundrum to the team, with the vast majority of them agreeing that she was so out of his league that he may as well be playing a different sport altogether. Mysteries would never cease.

They had organised their rendezvous in the car park out the front of the building. Seb stood out the front for a minute, scanning the sea of expensive sports cars in a veritable rainbow of colours; red Ferrari’s, blue Aston Martin’s, a pink Lamborghini – and one yellow Suzuki Swift, looking very out of place – before he spotted Mark, leaning up against a sleek white Porsche. The subtle but classy coupe didn’t exactly stand out between every other expensive sports car, but it was still beautiful in it’s own regard, especially with Mark leaning up against it, looking – in Sebastian’s humble opinion – just about good enough to eat, the ends of his undone bow tie hanging loose around his neck, lightly buffeted by the evening breeze giving him a distinctly James Bondesque look.

Mark looked up as he approached, pocketing his phone and pushing away from the car to greet him, “Hey handsome, you come here often?” he joked, raking his eyes down the length of Sebastian’s suit clad body with obvious interest.

“Yeah, yeah,” Seb laughed, “shut up and get in the car, time to go home.”

Mark acquiesced with a chuckle, moving from the side of the car before stopping to watch as Seb shrugged out of his suit jacket, popping the top few buttons of his shirt with one hand and opening the car door to throw the jacket behind the seats with the other. He paid special attention to the view as Seb bent over to put his jacket in the car, grinning as he moved around the car to the driver’s side and laying a slap on the curve of Seb’s ass where he was bent over arranging his jacket as he passed him. Mark laughed at the way Seb startled, only feeling slightly bad about it when he jumped and hit his head on the roof of the car.

“Hey!” Seb protested, blushing fiercely and rubbing the back of his head, “that’s harassment, surely!” he complained.

He threw a mock offended look at Mark over the top of the car, who saw straight through the protest without problem. Seb always liked it when Mark blurred the line between what was and wasn’t technically appropriate in public, and a deserted parking lot was as good a place as any for it.

“I’ll show you harassment sweetheart,” Mark joked, leering over the car at the skin of Seb's throat now on display, “now, what was it you said? That’s right… Shut up and get in the damn car.”

Seb laughed. He got in the damn car.

Buckling their seat belts before pulling out from the parking lot, they navigated the winding city streets until they made their way out onto the relatively empty highway, passing very few cars at this time of night; just them and a few other highway drivers, passing like ships in the night.

Seb watched intently from the passenger seat, eyes locked onto Mark’s strong profile. He had always been handsome, and Seb had always been attracted to him – albeit grudgingly at times – but there was just something so damn edible about the way he looked in formal wear, and watching Mark all night long had been a challenge in self control, to say the least. He traced the line of Mark’s jaw with hungry eyes, taking in the few days of stubble that he knew from experience felt perfect against his skin. Diverting his attention from Mark’s face, he trailed his eyes across the length of the arm he was using to steer, practically drooling at the way Mark’s black shirt was rolled up to show off the muscles of forearms.

As lovely as those forearms were, Seb forced himself to move his eyes onward, to the main prize. Mark’s hands were large, certainly a lot larger than his own, which turned Seb on like nothing else, if he was being honest. He had one hand on the wheel, and the other on the gear shift, but both of them were indecent in Seb’s opinion; large and veiny and a perfect fit resting lightly at the column of his throat or wrapped around his cock. He adjusted himself in his seat, feeling distinctly hot around the collar at the thought of Mark’s hands on him, tight holding his wrists or gentle holding onto his waist. Stroking a thumb through the hair on the back of his hand as they held hands in the back of a taxi in some anonymous part of whatever country they were racing in, or linking their pinky fingers together under the table at a briefing. Seb wanted those hands on him tonight, preferably sooner rather than later.

As if things weren’t already bad enough for Sebastian, Mark had apparently decided that this was a perfect opportunity to move one of those large hands from where he had it resting on the gear shift to sit comfortably high up on Seb’s thigh. A dark pink blush spread across his face as Mark looked over at him with a grin, stroking his thumb back and forth. Even after all this time Mark still had the capacity to make Seb go redder than a Ferrari; the smug bastard. Seb couldn’t decide if he loved it or hated it more.

“Hey,” Seb laughed, “watch the road, not me.”

“But you’re so much more interesting to look at.”

“Mark!” Seb protested half heartedly.

“Oh but Sebi, the road doesn’t blush so pretty for me now does it?”

Seb went even redder in response to that particular compliment, glad that Mark had returned his focus to the road, if only because it meant that he didn't have Mark’s eyes boring into him anymore.

He still had Mark’s hand to contend with, stroking his thigh through his dress pants, slowly inching inwards. “Sebi… Naughty,” Mark teased as he moved his hand lightly over his crotch, feeling the hardness through his trousers,“What’s got you all worked up there mate?” he asked, not even looking over at him, his eyes focussed on the road.

“Mark,” Seb whined, bucking up into Mark’s hand, desperately trying to increase the friction in his trousers. Mark pressed his hand further down into Seb’s crotch, palming at his rapidly hardening length, but still focussing on the road, albeit with a large grin on his face. Even though Mark was doing exactly what Sebastian had instructed him to do – keeping his eyes forward and watching the road as he drove – a small, impractical part of Seb was bursting with anger at being so blatantly ignored, even when for all intents and purpose, his needs were still being tended to. He needed Mark’s full attention on him, he’d been craving it all night, really, and this still wasn’t good enough for him. He had standards, damn it.

“Mark, stop the fucking car.” ordered Seb, trying to project as much confidence into his tone as possible, significantly impacted by the way Mark had just pulled down his fly, teeth biting lightly into his bottom lip in concentration.

“We’re nearly home though,” Mark countered, now going as far as reaching his hand into Seb’s pants and slipping underneath the fabric of his boxers. Seb groaned as Mark wrapped his hand around him, stroking up and down his length, all the while grinning like a madman, “don’t you want to wait 'til we get home though?”

“I want you to pull over at the next rest stop,” Seb gritted out, “and fuck me right here in the damn car.”

Mark’s hand stilled immediately before retracting, still sticky with precome. He wiped his hand on his trousers and pulled the car into gear, speeding up towards their interim destination.

By the time they pulled into the rest stop Sebastian was a restless, wriggling ball of energy, desperate to get Mark’s hands back on him again. As soon as the handbrake cranked into place, Seb was undoing his seatbelt and reaching across to grab Mark by the collar, scrunching the shirt in his fists. He slammed their lips together messily, drawing Mark into a sloppy meeting of lips, noses knocking together and hands fisted in the expensive material of Mark’s crisp black shirt as he kissed him hard and heavy, pouring all the heady want that had been building up over the course of the drive into the kiss.

Mark tangled his hand into Sebastian’s curls, tugging with the perfect amount of pressure to draw a whine from him that Seb would probably be embarrassed about if he had the awareness to know that he was making it.

“Fuck,” Mark gasped, grabbing at his waist, “c’mon baby, get over here.”

Seb giggled as he clambered over the centre console, and deposited himself awkwardly into Mark’s lap, feeling grateful that Mark’s legs were long enough to necessitate that the driver's seat be set back far enough that he wouldn’t bump into the wheel and set off the horn. Seb looked down at Mark, feeling only slightly self conscious of the way that Mark was staring up at him, hands resting suggestively on his waist.

The tinted windows of the Porsche provided a modicum of privacy, but even then it wasn’t exactly what one would call private, but as Seb dove back into the kiss, rocking his hips down into Mark and slamming their mouths back together, he really didn’t give a damn. All he cared about was getting his hands on Mark and Mark’s hands on him and keeping it that way for as long as physically possible.

“Seb,” Mark panted between kisses, “wait a sec,” Seb kissed him again, whining and leaning further forward, desperately chasing the kiss as Mark pulled away, “I’d love to, but I don't exactly keep lube in the car.” Mark said apologetically, stroking his hands down Seb’s back soothingly.

Seb laughed, wriggling a bit in Mark’s lap as he reach into his pocket, which probably wasn’t doing great things for Mark’s self control, Seb thought idly, then wriggled some more just for good measure, making sure to put a fair bit more pressure down into Mark’s crotch than was really necessary or kind, drawing a soft groan from his throat and an unconscious jerk of his hips as Seb moved around in his lap enticingly. Seb had been waiting for this moment all night. He was ready.

Mark, on the other hand, had no fucking clue what Seb had in store for him.

Mark watched in a combination of amazement and long suffering acceptance as Seb whipped a travel sachet of lube from his pocket like the world's lamest, horniest magician. Of course Seb would think to bring lube to a formal gala. He didn’t even think he was surprised anymore.

“I… What the fuck, Seb?”

Seb just grinned down at him, shaking the sachet back and forth.

“Were you planning a quickie in the bathroom?” he asked incredulously, “not that I'm complaining,” he added hastily, just in case Seb decided to take his confusion as disinterest.

“Oh, so you don't want to fuck me?” Seb asked teasingly, leering down at him, “That’s what I'm hearing?”

“Nonono,” Mark protested, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him back down into his crotch to prove to Seb exactly how much he wanted him. He was hard just from the way Seb had been rubbing against him, which he was sure he had been doing on purpose – despite the supposedly innocent look in his eyes – and he was well on the way to aching at the idea of fucking him right where he sat in the Porsche, which they had somehow never done before, not even in Seb’s matching black version. They should definitely remedy that right now, Mark thought determinedly as he snatched the sachet from Seb's hands.

“Pants off,” Mark said authoritatively, already undoing the buttons on Seb’s shirt to get at his bare skin. Seb laughed, fumbling to unbuckle his belt and tug at his trousers, trying to work out how exactly he was meant to get them off from where he was sitting in Mark’s lap.

They managed it somehow, leaving Seb sat in Mark’s lap in just an unbuttoned shirt, having discarded his embarrassingly damp boxers with his trousers, and leaving his cock hard and aching and sandwiched deliciously between their bodies. Mark wrapped his hand back around his hard length, swiping his thumb over the head of Seb’s cock, slick with precome as he stroked him up and down a few times, before reaching back to prod gently at his hole, drawing a hum of pleasure from Seb as he felt the press of a large finger at his entrance.

Mark pulled his hand away just as quickly as it had arrived, somehow managing not to make a mess as he tore open the sachet of lube with his teeth, coating his fingers in the slick substance and moving back to the task at hand. The angle wasn’t great for his wrist as he eased a finger slowly up into Seb, who gasped at the sudden intrusion, moving in and out of his heat, but the noises that Seb was making more than made up for the inevitable ache he would have in his wrist the next day.

Seb canted his hips down onto his finger, clenching down in a wordless demand for more, which Mark was more than happy to give him, slipping a second finger in with the first as he pumped slowly into him, scissoring his fingers apart and stretching Seb’s hole, eliciting a drawn out moan as he moved in and out.

“More,” Seb moaned, “I want more… Mark, please.”

Who was Mark to deny him? He added a third finger, to Sebastian’s delight, crooking his fingers and searching for that sweet spot inside him.

“I’ve got you sweetheart,” Mark whispered, “gonna make you feel so good, you love that, don’t you, hm?”

Seb didn’t reply, just gasped as Mark found his target, his eyes snapping open as he moaned his appreciation.

“Good?” Mark checked distractedly, gazing up at the way Seb had thrown his head back in pleasure and feeling a smug satisfaction course through him to know that he was the cause of that dazed expression. He looked perfect, beautiful. He told him so, grinning at the way Seb shivered at the praise.

“Want you now,” he said, rocking his hips down faster onto Mark’s fingers, which were scissoring him apart in a perfect stretch, searching again and pressing up against his prostate “Mark,” he whined, “Mark, now.”

“Yep, one second,” Mark pulled his fingers from Sebastian’s hole, who gasped at the feeling of sudden emptiness, “it’s alright Sebi, just a second,” reassured Mark as he gently encouraged him to lift up, finally allowing him to push his own trousers down and off, tangling around his feet as he kicked them off with prejudice.

He reached for the little sachet of lube, which had been abandoned on the passenger seat – thankfully leather, and easy to clean – he squeezed the lube into his palm, coating it over his length with a groan, before spreading the remainder over Seb’s entrance, and the remainder of that onto his shirt thoughtlessly. He could buy a new shirt, hell, he could buy a hundred new shirts; right now he just needed to be inside Seb as soon as possible.

“C’mon baby, lift up for me,” he encouraged, taking his slicked up cock by the base and positioning it at Seb’s entrance, “there we go Sebi, there we go.” he murmured softly as Seb began to sit back down.

Seb slapped his hand against the window, clutching at Mark’s shoulder with the other, sparks shooting up his back as he sank down tantalisingly slow onto Mark’s length with a high moan.

“Ohmygod… Mark,” he gasped. The stretch was wonderful, bordering almost on painful, but a good kind of pain. The kind of pain that promised to turn into the most delicious, perfect pleasure.

Mark held on tightly to Sebastian’s waist – no doubt hard enough that Seb would be finding finger sized bruises the next morning for him to kiss better – groaning as Seb sat further down onto his cock, fighting the urge to buck his hips up into the perfect tightness of Seb’s hole as he did.

Seb bottomed out with a moan, bringing his ass flush with Mark’s hips and rocking gently against him as he took a moment, accustomising himself to the welcome intrusion. He wrapped both his arms around Mark’s neck and bumped his head forward into Mark’s, before carefully moving himself up and dropping back down into Mark’s lap with a squeak. He grabbed at Mark’s face with the intention of resuming their earlier kiss, but really only succeeded in smacking their teeth together until Mark cupped his cheek in return, gently angling his head and kissing him softly as Seb moved back and forth on Mark’s cock.

Seb leaned his body into the kiss, picking up the pace of his movement with the help of Mark, hands now back gripping his waist firmly as he helped him to move up and down on his cock. They were both moaning now, Mark meeting Seb in the middle as he thrust up into the silky hotness of his hole.

“Fuck, Sebi,” Mark groaned, his hands tight on Seb’s waist as he bounced in his lap, the slapping sounds of skin on skin filling the silence of the night.

A burn was rapidly beginning to make itself known in the muscles of Seb’s thighs as he bounced himself up and down on Mark’s cock. He pushed it to the back of his mind, chasing the high, loving the way Mark was slamming so perfectly into his prostate with each thrust now, sending sparks of pleasure shooting though his body as he let out a desperate little whine, needing more.

Seb moved to wrap a hand around his neglected cock, desperate to relieve the pressure as he dropped down and Mark hammered up into that sweet spot with a brutal efficiency that he thought might have just made him see stars. Mark batted Seb’s reaching hand away from his cock, startling a yelp out of him in the process. Pushing Seb’s hand out of the way, Mark replaced it with his own large hand, starting just under the leaking tip of Sebastian’s cock and pumping it with that same efficiency he was using to thrust perfectly inside of him.

He stroked Seb’s cock with what could only be described as passion, twisting his wrist on the way up and swiping his thumb over the tip, still thrusting up to meet Seb on his way down, pulling punched out little gasps and high moans from his beautiful mouth as he worked with a single minded focus to get him off.

“Don’t stop,” Seb gasped, bucking up into Marks hand and back down onto his cock, buried inside of him, “Don’t fucking stop.” He’s not sure which sensation is the one that does it, but all of a sudden he’s hurtling over the line, crying out and coming hard into Mark’s hand, onto his shirt and across his chest in spurts.

Mark barely lasts another five seconds, pulling Seb’s mouth to his own in a sloppy kiss, fucking Sebastian through his orgasm as he chases his own. He bucked frantically up into him, moaning as Seb clenched hard around him, getting lost in the feel of Seb’s body around him. Mark abandoned the rhythm they had set, fucking into him desperately before the drag and the heat of Seb’s perfect body became too much for him to handle. He came with a low groan, pressing himself as deep as he could into Sebastian as he filled him, sweat plastering their skin together as they panted into each other’s mouths.

They stay connected for a few minutes, Seb feeling floaty and sated and pleasantly full of Mark as he rested in his lap, kissing him softly, but unfortunately aware of the fact that he couldn’t stay there indefinitely. He pulled up and off of Mark’s cock with a groan, dropping himself back down into his lap, laying his head onto Mark’s shoulder and pressing his chest into Mark’s. They sat there for a while, holding on to each other as their chests heaved, Seb’s arms around Mark’s neck and Mark’s around Seb’s waist, pulling him in and holding him close.

He looked up at Mark before leaning in and connecting their mouths together, trading soft closed mouth kisses that devolved into deeper, sloppier, tongue filled messes.

“Fuck…” Mark breathed out, gazing at Sebastian, slumped loose limbed and gorgeous in his lap, “you’re so perfect like this sweetheart, so perfect.”

Seb doesn’t know what to say, still high on the rush, so he kisses him again, slow and sweet and sensual, a hand rubbing up against that lovely stubble. Mark sighs happily, kissing him back just the same, a hand pressing into the small of his back as he holds Seb in his lap; gently, possessively, lovingly.

“Can we…” Seb begins haltingly, “Can we just stay here, just for a moment? Just hold me like this for a moment.”

Mark pressed a kiss into his hair, followed by several more, stroking his hands gently over Seb’s back, “Sure sweetheart,” he says, “sure we can.”

#wow okay its 4am. taking my ass to bed now #sebmark #martian #f1 rpf #ao3 #my fics #rpf #nsfw.txt #fic: fall from the stars (get in my car)

[turtlesocksv2]

Kinnporsche Rewatch 10 Thoughts

This opening is so good. "If it's for the man i love, i'd never hurt his feelings." Vegas isn't even lying but i don't think he knows that himself. It's fascinating to watch him pull the softboy act on Porsche, who clearly doesn't really trust it, but he knows that Porsche wouldn't be able to stand just staying in the cell, unable to do anything. Porsche needs to be doing something, especially if a loved one is in danger.

Chay getting kidnapped is finally linking his story to the main one which was just direly needed. I do not go to the dark mafia store to buy cute teenage romcom, thank you very much.

Pete demanding to know if Kinn trusts Porsche, because Pete does! Pete is willing to go clear Porsche's name, even if he gets captured, tortured and killed for it, because he trusts Porsche! get you a bestie like Pete!

Vegas likes Porsche! He thinks that Kinn has finally gotten some decent taste! That does not mean that he isn't going to use Porsche and fuck everything up, but the does genuinely like Porsche as a person which i think might make how the two of them end up worse.

LMAO can you imagine being Kinn and dealing with all the Tawan and Porsche escaping bullshit and then you get a phonecall from your estranged younger brother who is clearly injured asking you what the fuck happened like he knows something happened??? and then you have to explain to your estranged baby brother, who is a feral cat of a boy, about your ex coming back from the dead and your new boyfriend escaping his jailcell with your most awful cousin? Just what was that conversation like for him. I have to know.

This entire episode, actually this whole storyline, is Pete No. You In Danger, Girl. But we get our first glimpse of Khun Spikes!

Arm, how on earth did you test that USB on a computer connected to the main network!!!! you are supposed to be the smart one!!! local mafia family's cybersecurity a goddamn nightmare.

Big's death is even sadder on rewatch. that man was just trying his best! he just wants love and to protect kinn! he grew to respect porsche! and to get shot protecting porsche from that evil snake tawan that he never trusted!!!! tragic. i refuse. big is alive just in the hospital.

"i don't like myself being like this." Porsche corruption arc still in full swing, baby! he realizes it's happening but can't stop it.

Kinn got that look on his face like "I swear i'm forgetting something....the stove? did I leave the stove on? No, i've never cooked a day in my life. it can't be that." smashcut to poor Pete caught in the torture dungeon! Kinn is the worst boss.

Pete is derranged and I love him. Vegas has no idea what's about to happen to him. "You're laughing. I'm about to electrocute you with a car battery and you're laughing" The intense eye contact. these insane weirdos were made for each other. we must keep the insanity contained, they cannot be with anyone else. And the complete contrast of that with Ken and Gun, Ken begging and apologizing and clutching at Gun's boots.

Tankhun is not afraid of Gun. He sees clearly what is happening! But he does not like being in a room full of people with their guns drawn. This is the most panicked we've seen him yet, and yet he's still holding it together! He's clearly upset but he isn't melting down. Genuinely I think Tankhun is not as broken as Korn presents him as! He probably was, right after the kidnapping, but he's grown up. Kinn and Tankhun are united, but Korn overrules their desire. Getting dangerously close to the sons Unionizing against you, Korn!

Boyfriend runs away with another man after you lock him up for less than a day because you didn't tell him your master plan? Deutsche Bank can help. Boyfriend wants you to apologize for falling for his cousin's lies? Deutsche Bank can help. Deutsche Bank: for all your reconciling with your boyfriend needs.

"it's like i've forgotten something, but I can't think of what" Pete is being tortured, Kinn! For the love of god you lost a whole person!!! how do you not realize the man you sent in to clear your boyfriend's name hasn't reappeared yet!!! TRY HARDER, KINN! if i was Pete i'd be so mad.

#kprewatch2023 #kinnporsche

[crimson-phantom-designs]

More info on my modern au called Sweet Tooth.

Francis Osman is the leader of the Turkish Mafia in Western Europe. Fleeing Turkey years back, he established a brutal reputation as some of Europe's most sadistic gangsters. For now, Francis and his gang are keeping a low profile due to someone close to him flipping with Interpol, which resulted in something devastating he swore to never experience again. Whilst this, they are in conflict with the Clerkenwell crime syndicate, otherwise known as 'the torture gang'. An equally malicious mob of smugglers who, since the Turkish Arifs took over London's underworld scene, their battle for territory has come close to an all-out war. What with this recent development crippling all of their profits, they are trying to strangle Francis' hold on the area and take over.

Francis is tearing through the backroads of London in his cherished Porsche to meet with his underboss Verrill Özdemir "Demi" who orchestrated a Comission with the surrounding heads to try and prevent a gang war at a time no one can afford it. He's looking for an out, maybe. Or a way to funnel money in a more advantageous way to get profits 📈 again under federal scrutiny.

He might have found both options in a happenstance encounter with a man and his spunky 13 year old at the park over his need for speed and a damn candy bar, but which one will he choose? An out for himself with this man or will he burn the man's life down to reestablish his crew through manipulation, taking piece by piece, because 'it's just business'...

This is a previously established Jacob Marley/Ebenezer Scrooge au (they were more closer in age here cause, eh)

Jacob and Ebenezer had adopted a young girl from a tragic situation shortly after marriage and raised her when Jacob died in a fatal car accident with Eb's sister Jan seven years ago due to coming to the aid of someone Eb still despises for taking so much from them, even if the loss sent him a revelation in life. Eb has a fear of car accidents taking more from him, which is why he drives so slowly, especially with Beryl.

The story is a SMAU which means it will be written, but with these post, Instagram and text conversations in between with artwork for photos.

Handles below, and the differences in personality are amusing. Francis' just kills me. These Hands. Eb is just lonely and secretly pines, even if he's given up trying to find love again and pours that into his besotted devotion to Beryl but he does gripe politics and talk bitchy about his competitors. Bob is just here for support and to follow news facts and nature groups. He takes pictures from his timeshare cabin alot(even if Eb bitches it's a scam) and is insufferable about outdoorsy events with the family. Eventually the man will move them to the woods to be one with nature, I swear. XD More characters have handles but these are the main ones seen.

Being Francis would absolutely NOT use his full name or have a public account for liability reasons, he would be creative. His account is mainly to lurk other accounts(mafia modernized) and keep updated on current events. People that follow him are in his inner circle or he's baiting them to think they are.

The Oz is a reference to yes the Wizzard of Oz because of course he would see himself that way. XD

He's the man behind the scenes running everything. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

@rom-e-o @sasha-geonn

Below are some examples of what they post before they meet.

#Demi is an OC fleshed out from the main story Fox and the Rose as well as other main OCs. #scroogeverse #SweetToothverse #SMAU #scroogeposting #oc francis osman #ebenezer scrooge #scrooge 2022

[heathersproship]

Too tired to make this its own fic so have a list of bullet points. But before we do...

Antis, minors, and antiship-leaning minors especially, fuck off.

Now then...

Teacher/student JDronica. Teacher!Veronica with Student!J.D. (what, were you expecting something else? :p)

They meet when J.D. transfers to Westerburg. Veronica’s his homeroom teacher. (Or his first period. My high school, for my senior year, made third period homeroom... for some reason)

Conversely, she’s not his homeroom teacher but he wants her to be

She teaches English. Sometimes wears glasses for the aesthetics, but she still has her monocle, which she whips out to grade papers or read essays at her desk. The students find the monocle pretentious, stupid, or just weird. Not that she gives a shit what they think on her fashion choices. It doesn’t impact her ability to do her job, and she likes it, so who cares, amirite?

She reminds him of his mom. She’s just got that gentle touch to her that really resonates with him. He’s definitely going to slip and call her Mom by accident at some point, which she takes in stride because “haha, it happens to all of us”

Being English class, there are plenty of people who either lack critical thinking skills or are too lazy to use them to read between the lines. J.D. easily stands out to Veronica by actually using his brain and applying himself

He gets into a fight with Kurt and Ram when they walk by Veronica’s classroom talking about her (rating her in terms of hotness, bangability, all that good stuff). Since he’s emotional, he gets sloppy, and they beat him up. Veronica overhears the noise and goes to break up the fight. She offers to take him to the nurse (if she’s got class) or takes him into her class to patch him up (if it’s her free period)

If it’s her free period and it’s just them, he may or may not tear up at how gentle she is with him. After hearing the story of what happened, she thanks him for sticking up for her, and tells him she knows he’s a good boy (and by far her brightest student), but please don’t get into more trouble on her behalf, okay? She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself

If it’s not her free period and she takes him to the nurse, they talk about it the next day, either before class or during lunch hour. Usually she eats with Betty or Martha, but like them she’s willing to let students have lunch in her classroom if he’s afraid of running into Kurt and Ram in the cafeteria. Her class is a safe space, she hopes he knows that.

If he has no lunch, she offers to buy it for him. If his pride won’t let her, she’ll do her best to make some for him. Either way, he’s gotta eat

Coach Chandler (those who can’t teach teach gym lmao) is a bitch. He overhears Chandler being a bitch to Veronica and almost intervenes again, but he remembers what she says and stays put. The confrontation ends with Chandler pushing Veronica against the wall and storms off. J.D. pretends to be walking by and asks if something happened. She doesn’t tell him. He plans revenge. Can he go to Principal Fleming about this? Or will Veronica be annoyed he intervened in her business even though he’s doing it for her sake?

Rumor has it Coach Chandler has a crush on Ms. Sawyer, but Ms. Sawyer didn’t like her back because of her bitchy personality, and that’s why she’s doubled down on being such a cunt. She doesn’t even do anything, just stands there barking orders at them, or sitting on a lawn chair while they run the mile. He’ll have to get a girl to slip something in her water bottle, or otherwise do it when she’s unawares elsewhere. Or he could key her red Porsche. (Rumor also has it her parents wanted her to get a job to understand the value of a dollar, so being a high school gym teacher and surrounding herself in that mentality means she never grew out of her alpha bitch phase, and still thinks she can get away with shit like this.) Hmm...

Veronica shares a small, cozy place with Betty and Martha. They spend Friday nights grading papers and watching a movie when they’re all done. They do dramatic readings of the English essays, and sometimes vote on a grade if Veronica is unsure. And maybe there’s alcohol involved. She saves the best (J.D.’s) for last.

It’s probably through one of those essays, depending on how personal it is, she learns he lost his mom at a young age. He describes in detail her death as he remembers, perceives, and wonders about it. He’s never been able to talk about it with anyone, not aloud, and especially not with his dad. She made him feel so safe, he feels like he can trust her to tell her about her. And he’ll be 18 soon (or he already is) and when he graduates, he’d love it if they could still be in each other’s lives. Because she’s special. She’s beautiful, and perfect, and while he does love her as his teacher, he also thinks he’s in love with her

Martha thinks it’s really sad but ultimately sweet, and Betty thinks it’s sad and sweet, but very slippery. Veronica is conflicted. Because on the one hand, ethics. But he did say after graduation, when they’re not teacher and student anymore, even though they met under those circumstances. And Sherwood is a small, small town — people will talk. She decides to hold him back after class to talk to him about his essay, and writes his hall pass that night.

That’s all for now. Maybe.

#heathers #heathers the musical #Jason Dean #veronica sawyer #jdronica #proship #proshippers please interact #antis dni #antis don’t interact #teacher student relationship

[waitmyturtles]

FINAL UNPOPULAR OPINIONS ON STEP BY STEP, EPISODE 12

It’s over. It. is. over. Good grief. ONE HOUR AND FORTY-TWO MINUTES. I’ll spare the supporters with a read-more. It’s a short-ish meta pour moi, and I drafted some of this last week in anticipation for what I thought would happen today, inspired by meta from others. 

I’ve been thinking about what would happen in this Step By Step finale since a great conversation last week with @stuffnonsenseandotherthings about whether or not people should have continued with this show. I’m filled with frustration, with lost hope for this show, but like -- a part of this frustration is exactly because THE POTENTIAL FOR THIS SHOW TO BE GREAT WAS EVIDENT WITHIN THE SHOW, FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE ALMOST-END. It was there, in front of our faces.

I’m gonna break this down, inspired in large part, before I watched this finale, from the incredible meta penned by @bengiyo and @respectthepetty on being queer in a majority non-queer workplace (I shared these links last week in the post linked above, but I loved their pieces here and here and here and here). 

The following is a drama I would have LOVED TO WATCH, if the actual show had not gotten HIJACKED by too many competing narratives -- ESPECIALLY the very long narrative and focus, over multiple episodes, of rummaging through Pat’s wavering emotions and my being led to believe that what we were watching was a Pat growth story. I’m basically plucking out the very best parts, in my humble opinion, of this show, and tying them together in a screenplay that I think would have been the most compelling storyline to watch. [Thanks to @lurkingshan for hearing this from me last week before today’s finale aired, because as I expected -- this thought process that I had last week LANDED (and it landed accurately because the finale ended exactly the way I sadly expected it to, godfuckingdamnit.)]

1) Jeng is a leader in a company that he’s been with on-and-off over the course of his career. He’s being pressured by his dad to take the company over. Instead, Jeng wants to prove his self-worth by making a department that he had founded, successful -- maybe even the most successful department in the company. Simultaneously, Jeng’s dad knows Jeng is gay, and is not happy about it.

2) Jeng is taken by a new employee, Pat. Pat is in his department. Jeng sees Pat’s potential, but is such a perfectionist as to interfere with Pat’s growth. Pat calls him the fuck out about it, and Jeng begins to change (which, as I’ve written about in the past, is fucking hard to do). 

3) Simultaneously, Jeng is so pressured by filial piety to organize himself to take over the company, that he works another damn executive-level job to decompress. (This strikes me as similar to how Tong in KinnPorsche may have developed his lifestyle, in part, to avoid taking over the family business, as Kinn hints to Porsche.)

4) As Jeng falls more and more for Pat, he begins to struggle to hold himself together. Jeng ultimately reveals to Pat that Jeng is gay. Pat is shocked.

5) Jeng confesses to Pat. Pat is again shocked. Pat is disturbed, recounting how Jeng toed the boss-employee boundary. Pat rejects Jeng. Jeng is devastated.

6) Chot sends Pat back to Jeng. Pat confesses to Jeng. They get into a months-long relationship.

7) Jeng loses himself in the relationship. He engages in favoritism in the workplace. He ultimately UNDERMINES Pat’s growth by buying Pat’s success, literally. Jeng’s dad, frustrated at this development -- and maybe even by their relationship itself -- reveals to Pat the duplicity. Pat dumps Jeng.

8) As we learned today: it’s two years later. Jeng is primed to take over Jian Group. But: Pat comes back to Jeng’s life -- Pat literally unblocks Jeng.

9) Jeng realizes he can’t work in a company that doesn’t tolerate equity and equality. Jeng is happy again with Pat. He hands his resignation letter to his father. Jeng goes to live forward his life with Pat, likely as a chef, in their joy as a couple.

Again: that’s a drama I would have loved to watch. THAT is a narrative. THAT has complication, drama, trauma, movement. It’s more of a workplace drama than it is a romance. It’s Jeng’s narrative. It’s Jeng’s development and POV.

(It doesn’t quite explain why Jeng acted like such a DUNCE in point #7, but I would hope that my fictional-fictional screenplay here would explain it. Maybe Jeng buys Pat’s success to PROVE to his dad that Pat, and the digital marketing team as a whole, are worth keeping and investing in. I don’t actually know -- because I wasn’t implicitly or explicitly TOLD this in the actual show.)

INSTEAD.

GODDAMN IT, INSTEAD.

I still don’t fucking know what narrative we really got, AND WHY. We got a PAT perspective, a Pat narrative, as we have gotten for the majority of the series. But this Pat narrative went NOWHERE. Pat never matured, never grew. We got a romance narrative of the most broken quality. We got a romance narrative that essentially told us (thank you to @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm for hearing this in advance) that Pat likes to date, break up with, and GO BACK TO questionable partners with questionable power dynamics in Put and Jeng (citing @heretherebedork here on a similar point). That’s.... not a very heartening narrative for dear guy Pat -- a man, as I said earlier, with whom we spent a TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF TIME examining his initial hesitations and spurts of growth vis à vis romantic partners (and MLM salespeople).

Compared against this questionable romance narrative....what was Pat’s brief workplace story? Pat -- at work, you actually ended up being a fucking badass! You started your own company with Chot and Ae? Winning awards? WINNING THE DAMN FJORD PITCH AGAINST JIAN GROUP? BADASS! (Although -- GAH -- @bengiyo pointed out that.... could Jeng have INTERVENED to throw the game for Jian Group so that Pat’s firm WOULD win the pitch?? FUCK. GAH. I don’t know that I want to go there, but it seems honest for this show.)

Anyway. Let’s sit with that for a second... oh wait, okay, we’re not gonna sit with that. We’re gonna brush off that y’all won the Fjord pitch. And focus on... a karaoke night project for a restaurant. Okay. Wow. Ooooookay. I really wanted to spend more time with your workplace successes, with the win of that HUGE PITCH WITH FJORD, but okay, karaoke night. Okay.

You’re.... you’re friends with Put now. We will have you meeting Jeng again... you’re angry.... okay wait, you’re unblocking him, okay. Okay, wait, wait, okay, Chot, and Ae....AND PUT?!.... are encouraging you to go back to Jeng? PUT?!

You’re drunk (again?!), and you’re...singing.... YOU’RE.... 

YOU’RE APOLOGIZING TO JENG? YOU. ARE. THE ONE. APOLOGIZING? WHAT? 

Jeng DISSED on you and your talent two years ago, my man!

Okay, and. Reconciliation after a hangover where Pat doesn’t remember what they said the night before? And then.... they start over, but it’s kind of awkward, and like -- not filled with reflection or like, is that too much of an expectation?

And Jeng hands over the resignation letter, but without explanation or context as to whether or not there COULD have been a way for him to be a leader at Jian Group WHILE in a queer relationship -- because we’re left to ASSUME all of this, as I did above? We are left to ASSUME that multiple entities in this universe, from Ying to Jian Group, just profit off of the queer community, without explicit explanation? (I can’t, I CAN’T assume or conjure narratives on my own -- successful storytelling needs to tell the story.) 

And, as I expected -- we are left with an unearned romance ending... with...with Pat...who has experienced SUCCESS ON HIS OWN, WITH HIS OWN COMPANY, MOOLAH BABY -- asking Jeng... to buy him ...furniture? (After Jeng quit his corporate job, so even working as a chef, we are left to assume that Jeng has the resources to buy out a furniture shop? Fine, it’s IKEA, but still? Nepo chef manchild?)

OH. KAY.

I just. KLSDJFLKSDJFLKJWEPRJKSPOFKDSLKGNSD.

This show scooped Pat up and was like, buddy, you just can’t do it on your own, so we’re gonna do it for you. You’re NOT gonna grow in two years, emotionally. Or, like, your professional growth WILL HAVE NOTHING to do with your emotional growth. (I call bullshit on that, btw, as an old auntie. Take your wins and grow from them. Goddamn.)

I would have liked to see Pat roll up in a damn suit and briefcase, take some DOCUMENTS out of that briefcase, and read THE RIOT ACT to Jeng -- IF the Pat romance narrative was even called for.

Instead, we got a milquetoast rush to a WEAK romantic ending. 

Y’all, I am saying. THE POTENTIAL FOR THIS SHOW TO BE GOOD WAS WITHIN THE SHOW. THE POTENTIAL FOR CELEBRATING LOVE AND SUCCESS WAS ALL HERE, IT WAS ALL HERE, I’m tapping at the damn script and chewing on my damn cigar. 

I didn’t see Pat grow. Instead, I saw Pat dealing and processing his emotions the same. exact. way. as he had two years prior. Filled with frustration, no words used to communicate what was up, and/or getting drunk in the process. And going back to the dudes that dissed on him. OH-KAY.

Might I ask, then? What was the point of this show?

I dunno. It doesn’t help anyone that Ben and Man are not necessarily actors that I’ll run back to watching. Maybe Man, in another show, if a pang of nostalgia hits me. But, in the end -- I was hoping, HOPING, that a compelling narrative would arise out of the mess we’ve been left with, episode after episode. Instead, as the series wore on to the end, the confusion of all these narratives only got worse. 

That’s it, this is all I got. I was thinking of watching Hidden Agenda for Joong’s face, but -- let me get to Lovely Writer first on the OGMMTVC, and I am GOING to be watching that show VERY FUCKING CRITICALLY, GAAAAH. I’ll be metaphorically honing my keyboard. 

Peace out, SBS! May you never come back in any sort of fashion, unless someone decides to take pity on your carrot cake ass and make an apologetic follow-up miniseries out of you. Do not color me surprised if Dee Hup and Tee Bundit decide to take that route, and I will have to scroll past the gifs on my dash if it does happen.

#step by step #step by step meta #jeng x pat #pat x jeng #jengpat #man trisanu #ben bunyapol #tee bundit