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A fanfic of Vegas' villian origin story in KinnPorsche

Imagine Vegas being allowed to go on a field trip to a beach in a village when 13. It's got to do with his father's mission but he's grateful for the chance to use the school bus for once. Like other kids. Cut to Vegas sitting alone waiting for his father in the evening. His classmates have left for home.

He grabs fistfuls of sand & watches the grains slip from his hand while realizing the salt water on his chin is not the sea spray. Suddenly, a hand on his shoulder causes him to flinch. A cracked male voice enquires, "Are you lost?". He shakes his head sideways. On turning around he can't tear his gaze away from the sculpted features of a boy in oversized clothes & messy hair.

"Do you want a friend?" The boy asks again, flashing his dimples & eye smiles. Vegas nods in agreement. The boy sits beside him. "I'm Pete. Even I'm alone today. All my friends are away for vacation. Grandma will be back tomorrow morn. What's your name?" Vegas hesitantly responds, "Vienna. I'm just waiting for my father."

Vegas reads him a story and Pete listens to it with fascination. Pete picks & shows him various seashells but Vegas is only looking at his hands until he spots his father at a distance. Afraid of being spotted together he tells him to hide from his scary father & scurries away.

Since that day Vegas turns to that chest tingling memory for warmth & comfort. He even tries to find that boy but doesn't find any useful leads. Plus the nostalgia of first love also brings regret with it. The fact he didn't even say goodbye. To the boy who deserved to know his real first name at the least. So he tries to distract himself. By plotting against the major family to please his father (spoiler alert : he always fails to)

On a particular bad day the last thing he'd want to do was meeting the major family. But the minor family's heir didn't have the luxury to rest.

This time a new bodyguard greets them with a tight smile. Vegas catches himself thinking "He's cute" as the new recruit escorts them to the meeting room before taking a spot beside Tankhun and half of Vegas' attention.

As they're exiting the room Vegas picks up the new recruit's fallen ID card. He shakes his head in disbelief on seeing a familiar name. There's no way on Earth they could find the one only he knew & never found, right?

His face loses colour when he flips the case. It's like seeing the mirror of Erised. It was a face only he knew from seven years ago. With the same eye smile that had made him feel weak in the knees for the first & last time. There was an old woman in the picture too.

The major family somehow always seemed to have everything he wanted & never got. Loving parents, wealth, power, status, self esteem & respect. Life couldn't be more unfair. One boy, whose memory was only his, his first love, his sole comfort memory that didn't include his deceased mother. Somehow even this was bestowed upon the major family. The one he yearned for was now serving his rivals. They didn't even worship him like he did for 7 long years.

Vegas sought revenge. If he couldn't have his love then he'd never let his rival Kinn be in love either. So he pocketed the card & set out to trap Tawan.

Love in the air the series

Pilot trailer vs Official trailer

Kinn: how can you say I don't value our friendship! I got us connecting bracelets!

Porsche: Kinn, these are handcuffs

Kinn: yeah, friendship handcuffs

#kinn be acting like subtle is his middle name #you're lucky Porsche finds you adorable #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #kinn Theerapanyakul #Porsche Pachara Kittisawat #desperate times call for drastic measures #fake dating is too old school how about getting handcuffed in a forest #and it's compulsory to fall in love for the sake of the plot

Is Fuse actually pretty or is it just me? 🥺

Vice Versa The series could have easily gone wrong with the cliché character tropes. Puen being the rich, famous, handsome, go-getter bad boy & Talay being a struggling professional, socially awkward, ball of sunshine who fixes the bad boy.

While the characters easily fit into the tropes, it's the little details that make them more realistic & non-stereotypical.

Puen is everything like the bad boy, except he isn't. He is polite, likeable, hard-working & overall a sweet guy. He should have slipped into a negative spiral after losing his fame overnight & turning into a struggling scriptwriter.

Ironically, it's not the success that gets to his head but the absence of it. He was probably overworked & lonely in real life. He must have had a misconception that life without fame was going to be easy. He goes haywire when he turns into Pakorn, an average boy with no eyes on him. However, he receives Talay's criticism well. He owns up to his wrongdoings & tries to fix them. He learns that this life is his chance to have all the friendships & love he yearned for, so he must handle it with care.

Talay is struggling with job interviews & awkward around new people. But he is not lonely, he has a fairly active social life. He is passionate & workaholic. He doesn't seem like a pessimist, but he doesn't seem like the eternal optimist who believes in fairytale endings either.

Talay is KNOWS the right time to have fun. Instead of living a rich spoilt brat life like Tess, he chooses to be responsible & fix the body owner's life.

He is helpful, responsible & sensitive towards others feelings. At the same time he is not the kind who will shy away from tough conversations. So even if Puen melts from seeing Talay being all goofy & child like, Talay is anything but unicorns & rainbows. Both the leads come with their own sets of strengths & weaknesses.

What is interesting about their romance is that both of them claim to have never dated. And it's surprising that Puen is the one who believes in love despite being in a position where he must have encountered people after his wealth, fame & looks. Meanwhile Talay is the cynical one.

Puen courageously opens his heart. Despite being the go-getter who flirts aggressively, he is extremely gentle. He is trying to understand Talay & help him tear down his walls instead of intruding.

On the other hand Talay is also learning that love does not feel demanding to the one who is experiencing it. He is gradually making space for Puen in his life, developing feelings & attachment while struggling to accept it.

Instead of healing each other, the two are embarking on a journey of understanding each other, following their hearts and coping with their own emotional baggage to prevent their insecurities hurting the other person. (Lol at least I hope so considering the progress until Ep 3 🥲🥲🥲🥲) Because we saw Talay making Puen realise that he can't escape hardwork in any life & Puen trying to make Talay come to a conclusion that love is not supposed to hurt or distract you.

Edit : guess who got clowned from ep4 🤡

Puen & Talay falling for each other & not at the same time is so bittersweet.

They've practically grown attached to the person they don't entirely know even after a year together.

Puen knows Talay's dreams as a colorist, that he dislikes all but bacon pink. He has a sweet tooth. Plays guitar. Sings well. He's very sincere and serious when it comes to people & emotions. But he doesn't know why he gives mixed signals to his obvious flirting. Why he's so determined to push him away. He has no clue why such a ball of sunshine is cynical about love. Puen knows a lot about Talay's details like name & birthday. The fact that his entire life as "Tun" has started revolving around Talay isn't helping him at all. The possible reason he's keeping secrets I've mentioned here.

Talay can't accept a person he doesn't know. He has seen Puen be his most vulnerable self. Sure he might be confident, independent & flirty. But ultimately he's just a clingy baby around Talay. He's playful, lively. There's hardly any dull moment with him. Talay finds himself naturally drawn to him. He subconsciously observes everything this "Tun" does.

But the guessing game hurts. Sure, he's falling for "Tun" the playful, clingy & sensitive boy at his core. But how can he accept someone whose name he doesn't know. How will he find him once they go back. What will he do if they don't go back to together. If he's going to date, he's not going to waste time unless they're in it for the long run. And that also means Talay needing preparation to adjust to Puen's schedules & fame.

Communication can solve the problem. However the problem is also their fear of losing each other after initiating the difficult conversation. This is a classic trope for falling for a best friend except, they do not fall under any label at this point.

I need a full version now 🥹

Yuuri Katsuki once believed gold was a finish line...

Yuuri thought moving to Russia would feel like the next chapter. Like skating into a warm-down routine after the final spin. Instead, it felt like standing on the edge of a frozen lake and realizing...he didn’t know how thick the ice was. St. Petersburg was beautiful. Beautiful and brutal. The cold clawed through the seams of his coat. Strangers stared. He missed conbini coffee. Missed vending machines. Missed understanding signs without squinting.

Viktor said he could teach him Russian. “Start with the important words,” Yuuri said. So Viktor taught him любовь, then здесь, then остаться. Love. Here. Stay. Yuuri didn’t say them out loud. He just nodded. Mila showed him how to haggle for apples at the market. Yakov yelled at him less than expected. The rink smelled like metal and ice—different than Detroit’s sterility, different than Hasetsu’s warmth. But it was a rink. He could work with that.

Viktor’s apartment had high ceilings and cold floors. Too many mirrors. Not enough ramen bowls. Yuuri unpacked slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he was staying or just if this was real life now. He forgot how to move with Viktor. He knew how to be his student. His competitor. His fantasy. Now he was brushing his teeth beside him, buying milk, folding socks. It felt more intimate than kissing. And when Viktor returned to the ice... Yuuri didn’t know how to watch him. As a coach? Or as a lover? Or maybe as the boy who once idolized him? He just watched. And felt like he was bleeding in reverse.

They trained at different times. Yuuri liked the silence. Viktor liked the music. Yuuri didn’t say he felt small next to Viktor’s effortless charisma or how much he missed being the only one Viktor skated for. They fought. Over nothing, at first: A forgotten lunch. A bad practice. A towel left on the floor. Then over something stupid Yuuri said, “Maybe you don’t need me here.” Viktor flinched. Didn’t answer.

Phichit called. Yuuri cried into his phone and Phichit said, “This isn't a 'lovers to enemies' trope. You just moved in together, it's a big change.” Then, they talked about Detroit and that time when attempted to make a pizza, almost blasting their apartment when they forgot about the oven. Now, they laughed about it.

The next week with Yakov's blessing, Yuuri started skating before sunrise. Alone. He built a routine from scratch. Raw. Stripped of flourish. Just breath and blades and fear. He didn’t show Viktor. Not yet. This was his. They apologized. In gestures. In silence. In holding hands under the table at dinner. “I want you here,” Viktor finally said. Yuuri answered, “And I want to stay.”

Yuuri learned how to curse in Russian from Yurio. He used it once when the toaster exploded. Viktor nearly fell off the couch laughing.

They started using Japanese at home. Viktor mispronounced everything with dramatic flair. But when he said okaeri, something knotted in Yuuri’s chest came loose. Yuuri finally showed Viktor the routine. No music. Just movement. Viktor watched, silent, glassy-eyed. When Yuuri finished, Viktor whispered, “That’s the most honest thing I’ve ever seen.” It didn’t get easier overnight. Some days Yuuri still felt like a guest. Some nights Viktor curled around him like he was afraid Yuuri might disappear. But there was laughter again. And practice. And tomorrows. Hasetsu was his family. Detroit was memory. St. Petersburg was still strange. But it was where his skates lived now. And his toothbrush. And Viktor. And if Viktor was here, then it was home.

Yuuri Katsuki once believed gold was a finish line.

Now he understood... there was no final pose. No standing ovation. This wasn’t the end. Because their love had no end. One night, curled up on the couch, Yuuri asked, “What now?” Viktor smiled. “Now?” He reached to take Yuuri's hand into his. “Next level.”

Goblin x Touch Your Heart

The sincerity of this just punched me in the gut. Dayeol is not even mad about the poor treatment he received from Taehyun.

He rather sees the boy with trust issues and just wishes that Taehyun learns to open his heart one day.

As if that isn't pure love right there. To understand and try to move on, while wishing them the best. With genuine intentions.

Dayeol had every right to be angry but he chose not to.

Dating Albert James Moriarty Headcanon

DEFINITELY leans a lot on you for support since he feels responsible as the oldest brother

So overprotective it could get a wee bit annoying

Holding hands, sipping wine and sharing comfortable silence on most nights

Informs only as much as needed about the plan, hates to involve you in it

Caught you breaking rules which explains why he fell for you

Knits you lot of sweaters, scarves, caps and gloves (yup he's a knitter read manga)

Starts to work hard at cooking after you tell it could've tasted better (you know about his cooking if you read the manga...)

A TON OF CHEEK KISSES

Winks at you a lot in public to ensure you don't get jealous of his admirers

Effortlessly flirty that makes you shout how he makes your heart race by just... Existing...

Initially very shy because he's popular but had never tried courting anyone ever

He sees you play with children and looks lovingly thinking about marrying you & having children with you

You will have to attend many social gatherings as his +1 and he'll cling to you a lot much to other ladies' annoyance

He seems big but is actually ✨toiny✨ and cuddly

Always begs Fred to let him pick roses from the garden to put in your hair

Emotional intimacy>>>>>> physical