#big kinnporsche

[chanbig]

[kinnbig]

🔥 Burnout 🔥

Chapters: 1/4 Rating: E Relationships: Ken/Big Summary: Big wakes to an inferno. There’s heat, and there’s pain; pain like nothing he’s ever felt before; pain that tears through his flesh, carves itself into his bones; pain that claws its way into the very root of his existence. It fills his lungs, choking him, burning him from the inside, too, like he’s burning on the outside, like he’s burning everywhere; and all at once, Big knows he’s going to die. Big lives. He survives the knife and the bullet and the explosion. He lives to hear about the traitor handed over to Kinn by the minor family; the traitor now kept for questioning in a cell beneath the compound. The traitor that had once been Big’s closest friend.

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[answermywearyquery]

✨ big, a depressive pixie nightmare bodyguard ✨

loan’s kinnporsche 2nd anniversary: favourite supporting character: big + bonus kenbig:

[snarkspawn]

happy (belated) valentine's day @pharawee ❤ but also @ these two idiots

[muleumpyo]

ChanBig inspired by the amazingly beautiful fic At the end of your fingertips, us by nubeazul on ao3 💕💕💕

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Chan asks, and it’s suddenly very obvious that it was not disappointment what he thought he saw in his expression. It was worry. Concern. There's a lump in Big's throat. He can't get any air in. “I didn't think it was important,” he says truthfully, his voice coming out in a whisper. Something flickers in Chan's expression, quick as lighting. It's gone before Big can pinpoint what it was. *** Or: Chan helps Big get dressed in the mornings. Big tries to pretend he feels normal about that.

Below the cut, the scene from the fic that inspired this:

Chan takes a step back, looks him up and down, and frowns.

“Where is it?” he asks, his eyes wandering around the room.

“Where is what, sir?” Big says, confused.

“Your—ah, there."

Big doesn’t fully understand what he’s talking about until he sees him walk up to his bedside table and pick up the hair band he left there last night.

And then, because apparently the universe has a twisted sense of humor, Chan gestures to the bed, and says, “Sit.”

That can’t mean what Big thinks it means.

“Sir, there’s no need—”

“Big,” Chan cuts in, his voice carrying a bit more weight this time. It makes Big straighten his spine immediately. “Sit.”

And Big can’t say no. If Chan asks him to give a logical explanation, he won't be able to. It's not an option, after all, to say that he’s afraid that if Chan stands too close, if his touch lingers for too long, he’ll be able to somehow read between the cracked lines of Big’s practiced expression and see all his hidden truths lying there, bare and breakable and weak.

Before his eyes betray him, Big ducks his head in a nod and does as he’s told. He sits down and turns to face the bed’s headboard, keeping his eyes fixed on the wall and keenly aware of Chan’s presence as he moves to stand behind him.

“Has anyone told you you can be absurdly stubborn?” Chan asks, right before his fingers begin threading through Big’s hair.

Big closes his eyes against the sensation, willing himself not to lean into the touch and locking his muscles to stay still.

“Not recently,” he answers truthfully, and hears Chan huff a short laugh behind him. He ignores the way that sound makes him immediately want to smile back.

“I’m glad I remedied that situation,” Chan quips back, and Big is glad he can’t see him roll his eyes in response.

When Chan's hands fall away, Big misses his touch immediately. But he doesn’t get much time to process that, because Chan walks around to stand in front of him and Big has no choice but to look up and meet his eyes.

Chan seems to be assessing his work and, after a few seconds, he nods, seemingly satisfied.

And then—

Then he's reaching out, gently grabbing a loose lock of hair that sprang free from Big's ponytail to slowly place it behind his ear.

The intimacy of the gesture makes Big’s breath stutter; it catches in his throat and, in the silence of the early morning, it seems to resonate loudly in the room.

The moment must last only a second but is more than enough for a clear image to cross his mind: Chan’s touch, lingering, and him turning his face to place a kiss to the center of Chan’s palm in response.

[jdotsodomite]

[cytharat]

Mean Girls Bodyguards [1/?] Thailand (2022)

[lu-sn]

“Hey,” Porsche says. “Uhhh. So.”

Big watches him flounder in silence.

(The bridge of Porsche’s nose is an angry, irritated red. Big wonders whether Porsche got that bruise while protecting Kinn.)

Porsche rubs at the back of his neck. “Look. Before we go on this casino stakeout, I wanted to say... I know I’ve fucked up a lot of missions. But this one is really important to me. We need to make sure Kinn stays safe. So let’s work together on this one, yeah?”

He holds out his hand — a truce. A far more gracious one than Big deserves.

Because Big is a fool. Big had seen how inexperienced Porsche was, how thoroughly he was favored in spite of it, and Big had despised him. Big had tried so hard to grind Porsche’s face into the dirt, to teach Porsche his place.

And then Porsche was alone in a forest with Kinn for days. Porsche kept Kinn alive, healthy and well-fed. Porsche single-handedly saved Kinn from being murdered in the rocky wilderness, where Big could not reach him. Porsche’s star is rising, and there is no stopping it.

All Big can do is carve out a space for himself in the shadow of Porsche’s blinding radiance.

(The one thing Porsche couldn’t do was stop Kinn from getting shot. Big would have stopped it. Big would have put himself in front of that bullet, and Kinn would have let him.)

Porsche’s hand, held open in genuine invitation, mocks Big for every petty misstep he’s ever made.

Big has no choice. His hand reaches out in return, in surrender.

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#kpanniversary2024 episode 7 + prompt 7: heist

[thisautistic]

[iveneverdoneanythingwrong]

[i-got-the-feels]

Big - Kinn Theerapanyakul's Head Bodyguard

Donna Goddard, Waldmeer/Sanhita Baruah/Kris Vallotton/Joyce Johnson, Door Wide Open: A Beat Love Affair in Letters, 1957-1958/Kyuugou, ACID TOWN/Julia Hoban, Willow/Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

[kinnbig]

Nodt Nutthasid as Big - bodyguard uniform appreciation 😵‍💫

[incorrectkinnporsche]

Porsche: guys, guys. Did you hear about the italian chef who died?

Porsche: he pasta-way

Big: *chuckles*

Ken: what.

Arm: did he just-?

Pol: WAS THAT A LAUGH ?

Pete: dude, how did you do that?

Porsche: I don't know, man. I'm scared

[snarkspawn]

they should be at the club

[sitron-artblog]

Nodt Nutthasid - Big

Acrylics on paper

[chanbig]