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hi! i love your writing and was wondering if you could do a könig x reader where the reader is giving birth to their baby but it’s a hard birth and könig pushes his anxiety away to help coach her through it?❤️

So This Is Love | König x Wife!AFAB!Reader

a/n: you know me. i was literally thinking about writing something about könig and a baby. nonnie i’ll love you forever. i’ll write a family fic for könig too if people want it 😭 i love him so much. (thank you @as-is-above-so-below for the baby name, you are amazing)

warnings: Childbirth, pregnancy, a lot of anxiety.

summary: It’s time for you and your husband, König, to meet your new baby. It’s just that you are panicking, and König needs to keep you calm.

König stirred awake to a dark bedroom, eyes blinking to adjust to the darkness. He turned to look at the digital clock on his nightstand, its red numbers blinking 01:56 AM. He rolled back over, hand reaching for you on the right side of the bed, but found only warm sheets. His eyes really opened then, he sat up quickly and reached backwards for the lamp. It clicked on, illuminating the bedroom and your empty side of the bed. He saw a large wet spot just a few inches from his hand, he moved quickly off the bed as he called your name. It couldn’t be time, you weren’t due for another couple of weeks - his heart began to race even as he heard your voice from the bathroom.

He made it in four strides, almost slamming his head on the door frame when he darted into the bathroom. The panic in chest only increased as he found you sitting on the floor, back against the tub with a towel underneath you. He was instantly beside you, kneeling and placing one of his hands on your swollen belly. “What happened?”

The tears that ran down your face only made his entire body grow dizzy, your hand rested on his as you whispered, “My water broke.”

König felt his resolve crumble under his skin, panic bells ringing in his ear as he spoke, “You’re not-“

“Due for a couple of weeks, I know,” You winced, eyes fluttered shut as you let out a breathy groan. “Tell your baby to stop hitting my ribs.”

His blue eyes flickered down to your belly, only taking just a moment to collect himself before he leaned closer, saying, “Du tust deiner Mutter weh, du wirst uns bald treffen, mein Baby.” He pressed a kiss to your belly, eyes looking back up to you. He flexed his other hand into a fist, trying to get his focus off of his racing heartbeat. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

You shook your head, letting out a loud groan and taking his hand into your own. “F-Fuck-“ You panted out, your other hand instinctively reached for his other as well. He immediately gave it to you. “Yeah. Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

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König’s entire body was on emergency mode, he could barely even breathe the whole time you had been in labor. Catering to your every need no matter how small helped a little, but the intense pain you were in because of his child made him almost vomit.

36 hours of labor have come and gone, spent sitting on a exercise ball and watching TV, or eating crisps on your hospital bed while he massaged your feet. The baby in your belly seemed content in causing you pain, kicking your kidneys whenever you had a contraction. The sweetheart you were, you never told him that it was his fault that you were this way - but boy was he thinking it. Every tiny discomfort almost had him crying out of anxiety; he had spent countless years in battle and has seen people in pain, but he never wanted to hear moans of agony come from your lips.

He hadn’t even settled on a name yet. You were so patient, you didn’t want to name this baby a name that he didn’t like. He begged for your suggestions, but you refused - saying, “Any name I say you’ll just agree with. Find your own.”

He sat with you now, he felt it was getting closer to meeting his first child. The nurse was fluttering about, a sweet young woman who didn’t ease his nerves at all. It may have been the thousandth baby she’s delivered, but this is his first child and the first she would be delivering with you. He had already chewed down his nails, he had to force himself to stop before he made himself bleed.

“Baby,” You murmured your warm bed, he was sat right behind you, his head right next to your arm as your hand reached for his head. “Baby.”

“Yes?” He whispered, moving his hand to intercept yours, holding it before you squeezed his hand.

“I need you.”

He’s spent months and months thinking of all the terrible things that could go wrong with you and the baby, he was still uncharacteristically calm. He wanted to be at the hospital with you, but you were against it - he did as you said. So here you were in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV and monitors. He was quick to stand, help you move forwards so he could sit behind you. The mattress was almost soft, he noted, and he felt upset that he even suggested coming to the hospital. He wasn’t used to any of this, the clench of his lungs in his chest made him nauseous. Your back curled into his chest, his hands immediately settled on your pregnant belly. He could immediately feel his baby respond to his touch, kicking and making you grunt in pain. Your hands then moved to on top of his, squeezing them.

“It hurts, König,” Your words stung him like a wasp, infecting his skin and blood with red hot venom. He pressed kisses to your hair that was thrown up messily before leaning forwards, moving his hands so your palms met.

“It’s okay, my love,” He murmured, squeezing your hands as you squeezed back, letting out a loud whine of pain. “Breathe for me, Schatzi. Come on.”

“I can’t.” You groaned out, head thrown back into his shoulder as you squeezed his hands so hard. The nurse moved towards the bed, one hand on one of your knees.

“I’m gonna see if I can feel the head, okay?” She spoke calmly, all you could do was nod and the soldier stared at the woman as she reached down between your legs. Your hands moved to bring his arms around your chest, eyes also glancing down at the woman before she moved back, a smile on her face. “You’re going to need to start pushing soon. Not right now, so prepare yourself.”

“I don’t know if I can do this.” Your small voice broke König’s heart. He tightened his arms around your chest, your hands gripped his forearms.

He swallowed, fending off his anxiety from swelling his throat as he spoke, “You can, Liebling. And I’ll be right here, I won’t let you go. Squeeze me as hard as you need.”

There was a knock on the door and it opened, revealing your short doctor with a mask on her face and hair pulled into a fabric surgical cap. Behind her were two more nurses, both in pink scrubs and wheeling in a bassinet. He felt like everything in his body was going to explode.

This was really happening. Soon, he was going to be a father to a little girl or a little boy - and he hadn’t even told you the names he liked.

“Let’s have a baby! How are you doing?” Your doctor was as happy as ever, something König wasn’t always fond of.

Your hands squeezed his forearms, a grunt escaped from between your gritted teeth.“Like I’m pushing a baby out of my vagina.”

“Always the chipper one, then?” The doctor smirked, commenting, “I’m gonna check and see where the little one is, okay?” She lifted the paper blanket and then looked back to her nurses, then to König. She nodded curtly before looking to you, saying, “It’s go time. I can see the baby’s head.”

König physically felt you freeze for a moment, he was stunned himself and he felt his diaphragm squeeze. This was the last time König would ever be just someone - soon, he would be someone’s father. And he would do better than his own, better than the man who abandoned his family and ruined his only son.

You let out a yelp, hands still holding onto his forearms as the doctor spoke, “Alright, let’s push.”

“No, no no! I’m not- Ready-“ Your chest curled forwards, a loud whine of pain as you dragged your husband forward by his arms secured around you. “I want-“

“It’s too late for any pain meds, I’m sorry.” Your doctor gave you a sympathetic gaze before looking back between your legs. Another jolt of pain had you screaming out, the doctor telling you to push but all you did was let out a cry of pain. “C’mon, sweetheart. Your baby’s almost here, you can do it.”

“I can’t!” You shouted back, voice laced with agony as you collapsed backwards into your husband, sobs racking your entire chest as you squeezed his arms. “Fuck, König, please- Please make it stop.”

You were always the strong one in the relationship, level headed and wise; something König admired and those traits helped keep him grounded when he was getting into one of his attacks. But now, it was like the roles reversed - you were panicking, in pain, wanting to stop but he knew you couldn’t. He pressed his forehead to the crown of your head, speaking over your loud moans and the doctor’s commands. “You’re going to give us the best thing we’ve ever been given, our child. I’m going to hold them and think about how strong you were for creating a little life with me. You’re going to be in so much pain for me, I’m sorry, my Schatzi. But you have always been strong, always held your head in the face of danger. Just a little longer.”

“Ah-fuck! Fuck, fuck- No, no, no I can’t- I can’t-“ Your nails dug into his skin, your torso shot forwards as you let out a loud cry of pain. He followed suit, letting your nails draw blood from his arm.

He pressed a kiss to your messy hair, it was almost matted. “You can, Schatzi. Und das wirst du.” He made a note to help you brush your hair when you were resting, but now all he could do was watch the doctor and nurses await the arrival of his child.

“One more push, Y/N.” Your doctor’s voice was calm, the nurses waiting beside her with supplies that König didn’t care to look at. He kept his hold, letting you squeeze his arms around you as you cried.

“I can’t- I can’t anymore.”

“Yes, you can.” He spoke, his voice echoed over your grunts, the loud pants from your mouth almost drowned out him saying, “You’re strong, Schatzi. Stark. We’re doing this together, always.”

It was only a moment longer, a last scream of pain and nails digging into skin, crescent moons tattooed his arms. There was a moment, just a moment where your open backed hospital gown hit his grey undershirt, your nails no longer going for blood. In that moment, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear with a bated breath, arms looser around you while your arms went slack and your head rolled back into König’s shoulder.

A shrill sound. Sighs of relief from everyone in the room as the recognizable sound of a baby crying filled the silence, the doctor happily chirping as the nurses began to help your baby. Your eyes felt so heavy, it was hard to keep them somewhat open but you still did it, the sheer adrenaline of wanting to see the baby you’ve been humming to for nine months. You wanted to see the creature who liked to kick you in your sleep at the exact same time of night, the baby who liked to move whenever your husband placed his hand upon the swell of your stomach.

The nurses moved away as your doctor held up the little baby with both hands, “It’s a girl!”

“Do you want to cut the cord, Dad?” One of the nurses asked, König pressed the side of his head to your head. He could feel just how tired you were, he wouldn’t leave you now.

He met the gaze of the nurse, saying, “No. My wife still needs me here.” You let out a noise of gratitude, heavy pants still escaping your lips. The parents watched the cord be snipped, the little girl be wiped down a little before wrapped in a soft pink blanket - the nurse who had been with you almost the whole time had come forward with the little creature, helping you move down your hospital gown so your baby could rest on your skin and help bonding.

The little girl let out tiny shrieks with all of her breath, face becoming shades darker as your weak hands came to cradle your daughter. She had your beautiful skin tone, a small little thing that would’ve fit in the palms of König’s hands. You tried to hush the baby, calm her, but she kept crying. It wasn’t until he spoke only a few words, “Hello, my little bird.”

She squealed out another cry, her eyes blinking open to display eyes that looked exactly like his. Beautiful gray eyes that would follow him for years, little hands that he would hold for years to come. The baby began to calm down as soon as her eyes opened, blinking slowly up to look at König before her gaze landed on you.

Her little hand moved towards your head, but it didn’t raise from your sweaty skin. Her eyes watched you as a small yet exhausted smile appeared on your lips, one that König wouldn’t see until later when one of the nurses shows him the picture. All he would know of was the little coo his daughter made as you whispered, “Hello, sweetheart.”

“Sie ist schön, just like her mama.” He murmured, keeping his hands on your sides. He felt that he was almost too big to touch the baby on his wife’s chest - she was a normal sized baby, but he was still so overly conscious of his size. He didn’t ever want to hurt the little creature he met only moments ago.

“What did you name her, my love?” He was brought out of his head by the sound of your voice, the little girl’s eyes never moved from your face.

He pressed his lips to your hair. “Avis.”

“And her middle name will be Amelia.”

“Meine Omas Namen?” He chuckled, his hands gently rubbing your sides. “Oh, how no one would ever love me like you.”

Little Avis agreed by letting out a little yawn, eyes fluttered closed. Your head moved to the side, he could clearly see the tears that had fallen since your child had been placed in your grasp. His hand came to your cheeks, a kiss from his lips was planted on your nose.

“We did it.” The breath you were holding escaped your lungs, crystal tears filled your eyes. “Avis Amelia.”

“Look at our daughter. Unsere Tochter.” You gazed back at your beautiful daughter, sniffling before König’s familiar fingers brought your face to look back at his. “You did so well, do not cry these tears, your beautiful face doesn’t need to be tearful.” His thumb traced a tear away from your cheek, gray eyes flickering to meet yours before closing. He leaned forwards to meet his forehead with yours, still brushing away tears. “I will cry them for you.”

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thesirencult · 4 months

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THE ANTI-VISION

There is ONE thing you need to realise: We, humans, have a a little voice in our heads that says "Avoid pain!".

Now, this has helped us survive and evolve as a pieces for thousands of years, BUT, it has also made us fall victims to short-term gratification and dopamine.

What if we flip the narrative? How do we do that? With an "anti-vision".

Let's just say you are overweight and want to get fit. Manifestation coaches would tell you to visualise yourself fit and healthy, with a sexy booty and killer abs. This gives you a dopamine rush and a moment of motivation. Good.

Let's now visualise the polar opposite. You, in 10 years, having diabetes and getting tired just walking up the stairs. You, needing a sleeping device because of apnea. You, with bad kidneys and heart issues.

Do you like that picture? No, you don't. It's uncomfortable. PAINFUL.

You say to yourself, I'll never get there, I will be fit. You have now see the bottom and you've realized that you can make different choices now. You know what you want to avoid.

This is how you can capitalise on our "pain avoidance" mechanism. You will either feel pain in the short-term or you will extend that to the long-term.

If you want to start a business don't just think about how you are going to make millions and avoid doing the work. Think about what you want to avoid. Say "I don't want to work for anyone else. I don't want to miss out on buying my kids gifts for Christmas because I can not afford it. I hate being seen as less than. I hate not feeling enough and people making fun of my ideas."

Success is not just about sunshine and flowers, it's about facing our demons and knowing who is the enemy.

Let your bottom be your start. Let your anger and sadness fuel you. Negative emotions can lead to positive outcomes .

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joheunsaram · 1 year

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Catch of the Century (Collab Masterlist)

Hello everyone! Welcome to the stadium!

Take a seat and witness our very own Kim Seokjin knock it out of the park in his role as Worldwide Sporty Guy on his thirtieth birthday!

Isi (@raplinesmoon), Ryen (@kithtaehyung) and Mars (@joheunsaram) are super excited to announce the masterlist for our first ever BTS 30 for 30 collab. We have gathered 30 phenomenal writers to showcase 30 sports celebrating Seokjin’s athletic prowess for his 30th birthday!

Please see below the cut for details of the fics. All fics go live by December 15th so get ready to cheer and don’t forget to come back to read them!

Cupid's On Holiday by @persephonesorchid Archery Seokjin x Reader angel au | smut, fluff, angst, humour You don't get it, you're a damn catch. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You're smart, you're tidy, hell you'd give up your own kidney to a homeless guy if he needed it that bad. So what the issue? Failed relationships, blind date after blind date, and now your friend's competitive archery teammate is telling you he's Cupid here to help you find your one true love. You're not that desperate. He could take those golden arrows and shove 'em.

Subtle by @apotatomashedbybts Badminton Badminton Player Seokjin × Badminton Player Reader strangers to lovers | angst, smut, fluff

Shelves full of trophies, albums full of newspaper cuttings, a loving family and a stellar reputation, yet you felt a piece of yourself missing somewhere. So after a lifelong affluent and unprecedented badminton career, at the timeless age of 65, 30 years after your retirement, you decided to write your autobiography. You gave yourself to the world and in return came accolades and controversies alike. But what came the most was questions about the most explicit chapter of your life, that you named Subtle.

Turn Back Time by @raplinesmoon Baseball Baseball Player Seokjin x Doctor Reader time travel au | angst, smut, fluff, humour

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

Technical Fault by @bangtansmauyeondan Basketball Basketball Coach Seokjin × Teacher Reader coworkers au | fluff, angst

When one of your best students in class failed his mid-term exams, you only had one person to blame— Coach Jin. He thinks he's the king of the world— tall, handsome, brooding, borderline arrogant and seems to be always getting things done his way, but you are adamant to give him a piece of your mind. The only problem is that you easily get tongue-tied in his presence.

Who's the Best? by @lokidow-strange-army Boxing Private Boxing Teacher Seokjin x Rich Uni Student Reader age gap | angst, smut

Power means money and money is power. Living out of your parents seemingly endless bank account as a grown women gives you as much power and freedom as you could desire. When your parents discover you have been spending their money on university classes and private boxing lessons instead of trying to court a husband, they threaten to cut you off financially until you get your act together. You have no intention of settling down anytime soon, nor do you intend on losing access to your parents bank account, so you make a plan on how to not lose either; one big lie that relies on you and your boxing teacher Kim Seokjin... That is if he'll play along. Fortunately you know how to rile this man up better than anyone else: first with money and food, then with teasing, taunting and a good old fashion competition.

Almost in Love by @btsstan12 Cricket Seokjin x Reader fluff, angst, humour

Do you know what the saddest English word is? Almost. They almost cracked the code, they almost passed, they almost survived, they almost fell in love. When Jin left his old life behind to pursue professional cricket he didn’t think he’d ever return. But as fate would have it, he came back, just to have his life turned upside down. He knew this wasn’t an ‘almost’, not this time.

Into The Rush by @sunshinerainbowsbts Dodgeball Seokjin x Reader best friend’s brother au | smut, fluff, angst, humour

When your best friend Taehyung tells you he has the perfect thing to help you get over a broken heart, you're surprised to learn he means dodgeball, the beloved game of sociopathic gym teachers everywhere. But even more surprising is the way you find comfort in the game, and so much more, as you fall into the rush with the help of another teammate - his brother, Seokjin.

Allez by @hamsterclaw Fencing Seokjin x Reader competitive fencing au | smut

Seokjin’s the latest fencer to join your parents’ studio. He’s talented, beautiful and challenges you in ways beyond the foil.

On Thin Ice by @mrworldwideshoulders Figure Skating Figure Skater Reader x Figure Skater Seokjin enemies to lovers | fluff, angst, smut

Kim Seokjin is the image of the perfect figure skater – and he knows it. He’s got the skills, the talent, the looks – the only thing he’s missing is the matching gold medal. But when singles skating turns out to be too much for him to handle after an embarrassing mistake and a knee injury at the World Championship, his coach decides that his best chance at taking gold will be skating with a partner. That's where you come in. There’s only one problem: he’s damn near impossible to work with.

Take the Bait by @aquagustd Fishing Fisherman Seokjin x Reader vacation au | smut

When you wake up on unfamiliar shores after a wild yacht party, the last thing you expected was to land in the home of the town’s very own urban legend; although he’s not as callous as the stories paint him to be and one look at his face has one horrible idea leading to another.

Oh My Angel by @jeonspub Golf Golf Player Seokjin x Golf Player Reader strangers to lovers | fluff, angst, smut

Between seas, galaxies and the moon I was lucky I stepped on the same land, I dreamt under the same stars as you.

Stick It by @otsukare--sope Gymnastics Gymnast Kim Seokjin x Kim Taehyung friends to lovers, hurt/comfort | fluff

Seokjin always sticks the landing. Always. Until a certain someone throws him for a loop - or just makes him miss one. (Alternatively, 3 times Seokjin nails the landing and the 1 time he doesn’t.)

Bar Down by @ressjeon Hockey Hockey player Seokjin x Reader college au | angst, fluff, smut

Everything was going well, meeting Seokjin when he was a senior was the highlight of your freshman year. You love the stability now that you’re still his favourite after a year until rumours started where he’s apparently dating a renowned figure skater - whom you have known him to have a history with.

The Torn Prince by @sugakookitty Mixed Martial Arts Lycan Seokjin x Human Female Reader enemies to lovers, supernatural au | angst, smut

Centuries ago, he was the crowned prince next in line to take over the throne, but he lost everything when he refused to dilute his bloodline with a human bride. The punishment was severe—an eternity plagued with an unbreakable curse. He’s out-lived his entire kingdom, and his kind is nearly extinct. The beast living within him longs for the perfect mate, but it can’t be you.

Beyond the Flag by @underthe-northernlight Racing Racer Seokjin x Motorcyclist Reader enemies to lovers | action, fluff, angst

Kim Seokjin, declared handsomest raced in South Korea, triple crowned World Cup winner. Now he faces a challenge unlike any other; to get back behind the wheel before the next season or quit while he has his life ahead of him. After a major crash on the course, people start talking about his retirement but deep down Jin is still not ready to quit even though he might risk his life. A call from CIA agent Park Jimin persuaded him to uncover whatever Seoul’s biggest illegal racing community hides under the hood. (Y/N), the hard-headed motorcyclist helps him on the way to take back his confidence behind the wheel but will he be back before the next season?

Swing by @shina913 Rowing Seokjin x Reader college au, best friends to lovers | angst, fluff, smut

You and Jin have been friends for years. You’ve been in sync in almost every aspect of your lives–even scoring full-ride scholarships to the same university! You, based on academics and him, in athletics. Although you both said that your friendship would remain the same, changes were inevitable. You grew apart and watched your friendship wither until it was all but a distant memory. When you reach your senior year, he finds out that his scholarship is on the line and you are the only person he can turn to for help. Will you come to his aid for old time's sake?

Other Half of My Heart by @onmypillow-onmytable Rugby Rugby Player Seokjin x Teacher Reader strangers to idiots to lovers | fluff, humor, angst, (implied) smut

After leaving the family business on the brink of turning 30, Seokjin is still trying to figure out where he truly belongs. Much to his family’s dismay, he’d rather stay at home playing video games or joining the scrum of the local rugby club, instead of planning his next move. That’s until he sees you, an ordinary elementary school teacher, at one of his rugby matches, and begins to think more seriously about his future for the first time. Will he make a try for you, or fumble the ball?

Come Sail Away by @the-boy-meets-evil Sailing Seokjin x Reader idiots to lovers | fluff, smut, angst

Seokjin is (finally) exactly where he wants to be. he's got the perfect team and they're competing in the best regattas around the world. Nothing could burst his bubble. Until Taehyung ends up breaking his arm, that is. now Seokjin has two options. On the one hand, he can withdraw his team from the regatta this year, ignoring the fact that it only takes place every two years and he's not guaranteed to qualify again. or he can call you. He hasn't talked to you since university and he's not particularly looking forward to it now but he's desperate and you're the only replacement he knows that can fill in.

Riding Fakie by @ugh-yoongi Skateboarding Seokjin x Female Reader humour, fluff, angst

The rules are clear: bring a date to your brother’s wedding or kiss your trust fund goodbye, which is fine except you hate your brother, so who better to scam into accompanying you than the obnoxious, immature skateboarder that lives to torment you? He’s got tattoos and a seemingly permanent black eye, and you’ve got a bone to pick—there’s no way you’re going to face plant.

Wipeout by @yoon2k Snowboarding Debate Captain Seokjin x Reader college au, enemies to lovers | fluff, smut

You always thought that you could go toe-to-toe with Seokjin on anything—be it the debate team topics, witty insults, or plain bickering back and forth. But when your friends drag you both out to a ski resort for winter break, you realize his hidden snowboarding talent shows you up in ways that make even your frozen cheeks fume in anger. Even worse, you find out another secret about the Debate Team Captain—and this one heats you up in ways you never expected.

A Game of Two Halves by @madbutgloriouspond Soccer Goalie Seokjin x Physical Therapist Female Reader angst, smut

When Jin finds himself injured right before the most important games of the season, he starts to second guess himself and whether or not he’ll be able to bounce back in time.

All You're Giving Me Is Friction by @hot-soop Surfing Surfer Seokjin x Lifeguard Reader fluff, angst

You’ve graduated! congratulations - you’ve got one thing checked off your parents ten year plan! Now all that’s left to do is start your dreary office job, drag yourself up the ladder to CEO, marry your (as yet unknown) dream guy, and carve out some time to pop out a few kids before your ovaries shrivel up… except all of that sounds horrendous, and you’d much rather spend the next three months at Hoseok’s beach house with your closest friends - relaxing, partying, and sleeping late while you still can. and it would be your last perfect summer break, if it weren’t for the most irritating man on the planet (and his chickens) living next door.

The Restitution Coefficient by @effortandmore Table Tennis Seokjin x Namjoon fluff, smut

Seokjin has everything going for him. He was one of the youngest people to make VP at his company, at the top of his class in college, is a bit of a racquet sport savant, an excellent cook, and good-looking. Like, really good looking. According to people other than his mother, thank you very much. So, when things around him start to crumble because of one stubborn and annoyingly attractive client, he finds himself looking for vindication in a place he's sure he can’t be beat—the annual office ping pong tournament.

Trade My Life by @btsmosphere Taekwondo Bodyguard Seokjin x Royalty Reader historical au, childhood friends to lovers | angst, action

Two children giggling in the corner of the dojang, trading equally in punches and hugs, everything a game. But that was long ago, and now that man stands day after day outside the door which separates your two worlds. is the throne really worth leaving the barrier unbroken?

Double Fault by @joonscypher Tennis Pro Tennis Player Seokjin x Female Reader strangers to lovers | fluff, humor, smut

Working at a fancy rich people tennis resort means you run into your fair share of oblivious, privileged pricks. This year’s tennis tournament brings even more arrogant wealthy people, which includes international tennis champion, Kim Seokjin. You’d love to ignore him and go about your life as usual, but Seokjin has other plans - doing his best to ensure you can’t ignore him and maybe even…fall for him?

All Rumours Are True by @biteofkookie Track and Field Seokjin x Reader enemies to lovers | fluff, angst

Seokjin lives and breathes track. it’s his last year and as the star player he’s intent on ending with a bang, but when he’s supposed to be focusing the most you come crashing into his life. You’re rude, entitled, practically everything he hates and now he is forced to spend every moment where he could be getting better with you.

Ultimately Yours by @joheunsaram Ultimate Frisbee Seokjin x Resident Advisor Reader college au, exes to lovers | fluff, humour, angst, smut

Breaking up with Kim Seokjin might have been a mistake but when his stubbornness leads to him constantly creating messes for you, the only solution you can think of is finding another man. Good thing Yoongi is very agreeable, under the right threats.

All Or Nothing by @magicshopaholic Volleyball Idol Seokjin x Best Friend OC idiots/best friends to lovers | humour, part of a series

Seokjin has nothing against playing a spirited game of volleyball, especially with his best friend on his team, until he notices you're high-fiving one of your teammates a little too much.

Black Sea by @meirkive Water Polo Mermaid Seokjin x Reader college au, fantasy au, enemies to lovers | fluff, angst

Mermaids are assholes and Kim Seokjin, infamous captain of the water polo team of your college, is no exception. Handsome and full of himself to the point his ego probably needs a house of its own, much like the rest of his species, he believes he's better than humans and that he doesn't really need to get mixed with them other than for having fun at parties and to crush them during games. It's just your luck, then, when you have to work on a project with him for a whole semester.

Babyface by @nabiolive Wrestling Pro Wrestler Seokjin x Non-binary Pro Wrestler Reader rivals to lovers | angst, hurt/comfort

An up and coming pro wrestling company hires you to work alongside Kim Seokjin—a rising star in the industry, and everyone's favourite heel. His arrogance is dashed when he discovers you are not only talented enough to rival his skills, but that he can't stop thinking about you.

Thank you to all the writers for their hardwork and to you for supporting us! If you would like to be tagged in any of these fics please comment on this post so the writers that do tag readers are made aware!

Please reblog if you love Seokjin hehe 💕

#seokjin x reader #happy birthday jin #jin 30 for 30 #catch of the century #jin x reader #jin smut #jin angst #jin fluff #jin fanfic #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff

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roosterforme · 3 months

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Like realistically Danny is a piece of crap and would probably emerge from the woodwork when Ev starts getting a little bit of success or the asshole needs a kidney or something. It'd be nice to see how Bradley and Kitten handle it especially if Ev's open to meeting him, if only to tell him how crappy he was to him.

Do you guys want more Coach one-shots? Because I have tons of ideas for them. And I'm always open to hearing what you think, too. And yes, Danny is a disgusting person and would no doubt pull some shit like that.

#if you ask emily #put me in coach

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anonymouspuzzler · 1 year

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ok back to your regularly scheduled Lobotos. featuring design notes, parenthood speculation, and some primo Crossover Content slash preview of some more shit you're gonna be seeing in this queue real soon

(alt text/image IDs under the cut!)

[Image 1 ID: A design sketch of Loboto standing upright with a neutral expression, wearing only black boxer shorts, missing his prosthetic arm and shower cap. His left arm is sticking straight out in a t-pose. There is a detail shot of his head in profile to the side. Next to him are design notes reading: - about 1 head taller than Sasha/Milla, nearly 2x coach - stick build, but with tummy; legs taper out at ankles - numerous stitches on head, sloppy stitches on arm stump, scar on side (stolen kidney), throw misc injuries (scars, burns etc.) where appropriate - sparse body hair; hair on head is in uneven chunks (growing unevenly around scar tissue) - avoid making feet too long, they're actually pretty tiny - extremely minimal chin; profile should always look slouched at neck/shoulders]

[Image 2 ID: An additional design sketch based on the previous image, showing how the shower cap and prosthetic layer on top of Loboto's body type; the glove on his left arm and a pair of torn-up jeans have been drawn in as well. Next to him are design notes reading: - prosthetic slightly out of proportion with real arm, a little too short - harness tightens at shoulder, possibly buckles for straps underneath, release at end of sleeve where wooden arm starts? (built to stay on tight, not for easy removal; muted pain response minimizes discomfort) - forearm & hand is fully just a pepper grinder with thin claws (leave deliberately unclear how it moves; unconscious TK?) - in close-up make bolts & stitches uneven and sloppy; done one-handed, no finesse, poss. w/non dominant hand - 3 cap patches, far left, small far right, one at top/back; covers most hair & scars - pants should always be a little too short unless implied to be specially tailored; he's too dang tall for fast fashion - all "his" clothes should be worn out, torn up, poorly/not repaired; intact clothes should be visibly stolen slash "borrowed"]

[Image 3 ID: Three drawovers of the Loboto design from the first image, showing him in different sets of clothing, labeled "alt outfit samples". The top option shows him in a baggy t-shirt that hangs off his shoulders and only reaches midway down his stomach, and drawstring-tied shorts that are baggy at the legs, cinched extremely tight at the waist, and barely cover his boxers; this set is labeled "coach". The rightmost option shows him in a bulky turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up, over which is a long sleeveless dress; this set is labeled "sasha & milla". The final, bottom-and-leftmost option shows him in his usual boots and torn-up jeans, as well as a better-fitting turtleneck with only the sleeve on his prosthetic rolled up, and an apron reaching mid-thigh with the Psychonauts logo on the top-left corner; this set is labeled "uniform".]

[Image 4-5 IDs: A two-panel black-and-white comic showcasing Puzz thinking through Loboto design options. A doodle of Puzz, wearing a t-shirt and overalls and looking thoughtful, thinks "I wonder... what IS the best way to stylize Loboto with his eyes closed?" There are three drawings of Loboto's head with his jaw hanging slightly open as he snores. In the first, there are half-moon shapes drawn in his lenses to imply closed eyes, labeled "just shaping the eye part is simple, but do you lose the 'lens' feel...?" The second shows him with his eyes looking completely normal, labeled "is it funnier if his eyes always look open?" The third shows half-moon eyes and the lens frames shaped to match, labeled "you COULD squash and stretch the lenses but that reads like eyebrows..." The second panel, labeled "SOLUTION:" in bold text, shows Loboto lying in bed asleep with his prosthetic removed and left hand draped over his chest, snoring. Rather than any of the previous eye options, he's just wearing a quilted sleep mask over his eyes, with the shape of the lenses visibly bulging underneath.]

[Image 6 ID: A two-panel comic of Loboto and Oleander, asleep next to each other in bed. Loboto is wearing a baggy t-shirt and has his prosthetic off, his left arm behind his head under the pillow, his head tilted to one side. Oleander is to his left, right arm behind him under the pillow, left arm crossed over his chest. The second panel shows Loboto's eye lenses suddenly lighting up with an audible "CLICK.", making Oleander jolt awake.]

[Image 7 ID: A real photo of a sculpted molar on a chain hanging from a big round business sign-frame, which previously made the rounds on Twitter. Drawn on top is Loboto, beaming and holding a nervous Raz over his head, shouting "RAZ GET THE TOOTH".]

[Image 8 ID: A drawing of Loboto reaching up rapturously towards a photo of a calzone. I can't explain this one.]

[Image 9 ID: A drawing of a shirtless Loboto, wearing his shower cap but not his prosthetic, sitting up sleepily in a pile of pillows. He is covered from the waist down by a thick blanket with a wavy pattern.]

[Image 10 ID: A black and white drawing of Loboto, grinning and giving a thumbs-up at the camera with his left hand, and the G-Man from Half-Life, smirking at the camera and holding his left arm at his side, shaking hands. I can't really explain this one either.]

[Image 11 ID (MAJOR PSYCHONAUTS 2 SPOILERS IN DESCRIPTION): A four-panel comic of Loboto. In the first, he is grinning nervously, left hand on his hip and right prosthetic arm gesturing vaguely, saying "Sorry, kid, can't tell ya aaanything 'bout this job"; in the background, roughly where he's gesturing, is a figment of Truman's brain case on a shelf. In the second panel, his grin has grown even more anxious, and he is shrugging up towards a lamp that resembles Gristol's crown, saying "Yeah, just. Nothin' I can say 'bout my boss." The third shows him standing on a representation of the swirling pattern outside the Astralathe, gesturing broadly with a very anxious expression, under an even larger crown-lamp and surrounded by framed posters with various telling images (an egg in a basket, the mobster tooth fairy, Maligula's eyes, a box with an arrow pointing inside, a skull with crossed-out eyes) and text ("SHHHH", "NOT YOUR REAL DAD", "HELP", "VISIT DROWNED GRULOVIA", "THEY HAVE MY KID'S ADDRESS"). Loboto, frantic, screams "LOOK AT ME HERE SAYING NOTHING *OUT LOUD* ABOUT MY BOSS". The final panel shows a confused Raz and frustrated Sasha standing nearby, both in their suits, Sasha smoking a cigarette and saying, "He's giving us nothing". Loboto, collapsed in an anguished heap on the floor, whimpers, "I'm going to die here."]

[Image 12 ID: A black-and-white drawing of Loboto, grinning and giving two thumbs-up, wearing a crop-top t-shirt reading "WORLD'S LEAST-ISH ARRESTED DAD".]

[Image 13 ID: A black-and-white drawing of Loboto leaning out of the window of a beat-up, welded-together franken-car, smiling widely and waving with his prosthetic arm. There is smoke emitting from the back, a vanity plate reading "T33TH80", and bumper stickers reading "HONK IF U HAVE TEETH" and "MY CHILD IS AN HONOR STUDENT". Standing behind the car, slouched-over and holding a suitcase in his left hand, is Dart.]

[Image 14 ID: A black-and-white drawing of Loboto speaking into a phone held in his left hand, twirling the cord in one of the fingers of his prosthetic. He says into the receiver, "Heyyy, kiddo, it's dad. Listen, you know cool pre-teen slang, don't you? Can you explain 'cringe' to me real quick? I gotta figure out if I'm being flirted with or insulted or both."]

[Image 15 ID: A sketchy black-and-white drawing of Loboto speaking on a phone, sitting backwards in a wooden chair. The phone cradle is sitting on the floor, and the cord is tangled in the fingers of Loboto's prosthetic, which is hanging over the back of the chair. He glares at the receiver and says, "Look, I know the brain's still in his head, but you didn't *specify* it had to be *removed* in the contract, so I say you owe me that bonus! C'mon, work with me here! My kid wants to go to band camp!" Phoebe, sitting in a beanbag to the left of him listening to a walkman, looks up disdainfully and corrects, "I said I wanted my tracks *on* Bandcamp, dad."]

[Image 16 ID: A black-and-white illustration of Phoebe sitting at a drumset, with Loboto lying on the floor in front of it, reading a dentistry book, head leaning against the bass drum. Phoebe is holding a drumstick in each hand and glaring down at the set, steam coming out of her ears, saying, "Ooough...!! This stupid solo's getting me so steamed!!!" Loboto replies, "Mmm, steam's fine, but no fire, sweetie, all right? Remember the hospital blocked daddy's number."]

[Image 17-18 IDs: A two-panel comic of Loboto and Phoebe. In the first, Loboto is kneeling on the ground hugging Phoebe tightly, shoulders shaking and a tear leaking out of his eye. Phoebe, dangling slightly even with Loboto crouching, grabbing at his arm with one hand, groans, "Daaaaad you're so *embarrassing*." The second panel shows Loboto, now standing with Phoebe hanging limply in his arms and looking back at him with mild irritation, staring dumbfounded at a wrecked, burning car. The speech balloons read: Loboto: "This isn't one of yours is it sweetie" Phoebe: "No one can prove anything" Loboto: "okay it's just daddy's car is still three towns over and we were gonna get a ride home from daddy's boyfriend in this car" Phoebe: "your *what,*"]

[Image 19 ID: A black-and-white illustration of Dr. Habit from Smile for Me and Loboto having an animated conversation. Puzz's anxious yet furious face is barely peeking into frame from the very bottom of the image.]

[Image 20 ID: A black-and-white illustration featuring Loboto and Phoebe alongside Habit, Putunia and Kamal from Smile for Me. Phoebe, grinning mischievously, is using pyrokinesis to light Putunia's boxing glove on fire, to her visible delight. Habit has gone into a panicked crouch at the sight, while Loboto, looking over a jar of teeth, looks over in mild surprise. Kamal is running up holding a fire extinguisher from the other side of the screen, motion-blurred and screaming.]

#anonymous puzzler art #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #caligosto loboto #phoebe love #psychonauts 2 spoilers #tw for toplessness slash suggestive #long post

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fitveganlifts · 4 months

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Things purchased for my mom

Sharing this as an idea of what coaching dietary changes without meal plans means. Granted, this is my mom so I know her patterns, so there was less "interviewing" involved.

She has gastroparesis (idiopathic, not diabetes related). She has kidney issues and she's afraid of developing diabetes because we're genetically predisposed. She frequently has low energy days.

I buy some of her groceries. I told her it's stressful for me to buy animal products. She said let's try the vegan options

She also takes care of my cousin's partially blind daughter. She has her own food issues bc my cousin is a terrible parent.

So! Gastroparesis means my mom can have soluble fiber but insoluble upsets her digestion. Quick oats and applesauce are easy fiber sources she can have even on her low energy days. Chia seeds can be added too, for extra fiber and omega-3s (my mother experiences brain fog bc she had sepsis a year ago).

She likes the next milk so I've been buying that and will until it's officially off the shelf (RIP) and I got her a vegan creamer to try bc she normally does fat free half and half.

Nutritional yeast bc it's got a lot of protein by % and is packed full of beneficial nutrients. Also just tastes good.

Orange chicken is for the picky child. :)

I got her Breyer's oat milk ice cream but left it with my groceries so I'll have to bring it by. Also going to bring her a package of impossible burgers, I got a bunch BOGO so I'd rather share them pay full price haha.

#fitblr #fitness #vegan #vegan food #gastroparesis

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itchose · 2 months

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bringing hayden r/omero here from my general multi to make yj her main verse, so here are some random notes:

she was raised by her older sister, val, and she's the most important thing in her life. she's never been away from her for as long as nationals was going to be, so although she was excited, it was still hard saying goodbye to her. throughout her time in the wilderness, getting back to her sister is what drives her to keep surviving and to hold onto hope. she's terrified of knowing what's going through her sister's mind once news of the plane's disappearance hits.

she had a kidney transplant when she was 15. her biggest concern once the plane crashed, outside of what her sister was going through, was that she was eventually going to run out of her anti-rejection medication. may cause problems later in the timeline but all of that is tbd.

because her medication was so expensive, she insisted on helping val out with the cost. she got a job at the sinema club as a waitress, despite the fact that she was a minor; she was paid under the table and was horribly exploited there but dealt with it because it was good money and she needed to help her sister. when she told her boss that she needed the week off for nationals, he fired her. this was her biggest stress getting on the plane.

she always took pride in how good she was at soccer. she helped coach junior soccer leagues and wanted to play soccer in college. after rescue, her soccer dreams kind of die, i think.

she survives the wilderness and eventually goes on to be a social worker (at least this is what i wrote for her original canon, i don't know, i may change this for yj canon).

she doesn't hesitate to join tai on her expedition. she'd rather play an active role in their survival + rescue than wait.

i don't think she really gives into lottie's blessings until javi is found, because she can't make sense of his survival without starting to give into it. more on this later.

more tbd <3

#study: hayden.#meta: hayden.#hi laura #been thinking about this all day it's just been Painful to look at a screen so here i am now #have not had inspo for her canon in years so will this help. one of my all time fave daughters her own fandom doesn't deserve her #allergic to my general multi rn smh

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hampop · 2 months

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I don’t have anywhere else to vocalize this so. The birth process was traumatizing. I didn’t really want to induce but was told I should. Go in at 7am on the fifth and they give me pills to soften my cervix and I lay in a hospital bed for a full day while they monitor me and my son. That night my water breaks and they start me on pitocin to induce the labor.

I labor for 18 hours.

The contractions are inconsistent. Some are brief and others long. Most are very painful. Every couple hours a nurse comes in to check my cervix which hurts unimaginably. I find out each time I’ve only dilated a little bit, much slower than they’d like me to be. I am in a dizzying pain, I ask for an epidural way sooner than I wanted to. The entry point is in my spine. My husband holds me while I cry like I haven’t since I was a baby and a whole team of nurses coaches me through to pain. Epidural kicks in. I feel ok for a while. Catheter gets put in. Nurses realize I’m not creating urine. They encourage me to just drink more water. I labor another several hours. No one says anything to me about what is going on behind the scenes—that my kidneys are experiencing acute trauma due to lack of water, that my body’s sodium is fucked. I’m crying and shaking and at 10pm on the second night the doctor comes in and tells me that my body rejects pitocin and has been sending fluid to other parts of my body as a reaction. They have been speculating what is wrong with me for hours, knowing something was wrong but not what. Multiple doctors across the country are contacted. They turn the pitocin off after nearly 18 hours of it. The doctor tells me the pitocin isn’t working and my baby isn’t going to be born naturally and that we need to get him out asap or we might both die. I agree to the c section. I didn’t want one, but I had to have it. They still call it elective and not emergency.

I am wheeled into a sterile white room, crying, while a team of surgeons preps for the surgery. I weigh too much. I, still experiencing labor pain, have to roll myself onto the operating table. They strap me down. I don’t get to see my husband for a while. They start giving me drugs to numb me from the neck down. This makes my lungs go numb. I have to actively try to breathe. My husband comes in and holds my hand. I can’t breathe. They put an oxygen mask on me. I vomit into it. I can feel them cutting me open though I don’t feel the pain. I vomit three more times. They deliver my baby and I start sobbing at his cries and I can’t touch him because my body is numb. My husband leaves my side to tend to the baby and is excitedly giving me information while I continue to vomit. They give me a drug to knock me out entirely. They don’t tell me this before they do it. I have sleep apnea. I stop breathing multiple times. I don’t really remember the birth of my baby.

I wake up and two surgeons are above me sewing me up. I ask if I’m ok. They ignore me. I’m hallucinating, thinking I’m speaking when I’m not. They congratulate me and the team rolls me into the hall, laughing and celebrating while I am genuinely convinced I died on the table. Nothing feels real. They roll me into my room and my husband is in the corner, holding our baby. I still think I’m dead. He goes to bring the baby to me, the nurses take my baby and run some more tests. My husband comes over to check on me. I ask if I’m dead. He says I’m not. I don’t believe him. The nurse comes over to finally hand me my baby. I start crying, I reach my arms out. She forgets something and turns around, taking him away just before I can reach him. I’m too tired to say anything. I finally get to hold him and before I can even process anything, a team of nurses comes over and starts trying to teach me how to breastfeed. I am high as a kite, my baby is rejecting my breast, I still think I’m dead. Someone takes him from me at some point and I am told to go to bed. I do. I wake up in horrible pain. The next two days are spent trying to bond with my son while being barely able to move. I’m in a diaper, I’m bleeding profusely. The hospital bed is too high and can’t be lowered so I have to learn to crawl like an animal to get into it. My legs are swollen with the water my body was rejecting. I am told to rest, as I have received a major abdominal surgery. I am also told not to rest, to keep from forming life threatening blood clots. They won’t let me lay down for more than an hour.

I finally leave after four total days. I am terrified of getting pregnant again.

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mostlyvoid-partiallyflowers · 16 days

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I was tagged by @ossified-hypothesis Thank you so much for the tag! It made my day!

Last song I listened to: Godlight by Noah Kahan

Last book I read: Feed Them Silence by Lee Mandelo

Last movie I watched: I think the last movie I watched was The Talented Mr. Ripley. I really liked it! I wanted to watch it so I could watch this video essay called the Tumblrfication of Cinema (not necessarily the most accurate title, but I liked what the essay had to say about Saltburn and ttmr).

Last TV show I watched: Ted Lasso, rewatch number three baby (please imagine this in Coach Beard’s voice)

Last thing I googled: Moving companies, I’m moving back across the country in a couple of months which will be the second time in a year :/

Last thing I ate: My current comfort food which is tomato sauce, ground beef, kidney beans, seasoned with red chili flakes and lemon juice served over whatever pasta I’m in the mood for. Tonight it was bowtie pasta!

Currently reading: Mistborn: The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson (at my brother’s behest), Ocean’s Echo by Everina Maxwell, I’m about to start Maurice by EM Forester and The Sins on Their Bones which is an ARC from Laura R. Samotin, who I’ve actually met several times and I’m very excited to read it! Oh and I’m also very slowly working my way through Gideon the Ninth for the fourth time because I’m annotating it for my friend!

Amount of sleep: 5 hours

Sweet, savory, or spicy: Sweet! I’ve got a big sweet tooth. I do also love savory and spicy food though!

Tagging (if you want to do it and absolutely no pressure): @wolfyraged and @butchfalin

#ask game #feel free to do this game even if I didn’t tag you!#I just realized you tagged me as forbidden-fungi and I posted this on the wrong blog rip

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daswarschonkaputt · 2 years

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Oooooh so many choices. And I'm torn between asking about mpreg kinnporsche and teenage Porsche! I mean, we don't want you tire yourself out but if you're up to a little titbit... Either?

okay well i have some good news, there is already mpreg kinnporsche content floating around on my blog. the not!fic is here, and i posted a snippet here a bit ago.

teenage porsche... okay so i started this not!fic when i was working on sheets chapter... probably six? i think. and then i got sick, and had to pivot to focus on finishing the fic, so the not!fic just sort of fell to the wayside. i do want to finish it, eventually.

essentially, there was a line in between the sheets about porsche at seventeen -- which was something like this:

Porsche isn’t without sympathy. In the grand scheme of things, Porsche generally wouldn’t pit a seventeen year-old orphan armed with cookware against an experienced bodyguard carrying a top-of-the-line fire arm—with the exception of himself, at seventeen. As a teenager, he’d been – as Yok once said – feral. Porsche maybe wouldn’t have been able to take down Pete, back then, but he’d have probably left the man with one less eye, and maybe a few missing fingers.

and this prompted my readers to tell me they'd pay good money to read feral 17 y/o porsche and 20 y/o kinn ruining each other. and i was like. damn. that's a good idea.

so: feral, angry-at-the-world teenage porsche thrown headfirst at deeply unhappy just-post-tawan kinn. that's the fic's idea.

i'll give you a snippet of the not!fic, but exercise caution. content warning for implied/referenced underage prostitution (no underage sex takes place). let me put it this way: reading this, the group chat complimented me on the knives. so. take that as you will.

the premise:

Porsche is 17 and angry at the world. It’s been about five and a half years since his parents died in a car accident, and the grief has had just enough time to stew into a futile kind of adolescent rage. The world is cruel and unfair, and Porsche is furious at it.

Porsche works two jobs – three, if you count competitive taekwondo, which you probably should – and attends school full-time, when he bothers to show up. His attendance is shit, his grades are barely acceptable, and he’s literally always broke. On top of that, about 80% of his spare energy on any given day has to go to persuading his little brother (Chay, 11) that absolutely nothing is wrong. His stress levels are through the fucking atmosphere.

Porsche attends a fancy private school on an athletics scholarship – which he really wouldn’t bother with, if not for the fact that his scholarship means that Chay also gets to go to school for free, in the attached junior school to his high school. Porsche has a quiet side hustle where he steals shit off his wealthy classmates and gives it to Uncle Thee to sell.

He has no friends, no support system, and the only person he talks with semi-regularly is his taekwondo coach, who thinks he’s cocky and lacking drive.

Recently, Porsche has taken to sneaking out of the house to take part in underground fighting matches. If he’s honest with himself, it has less to do with the money – which is… not bad, but honestly, not the best – than it does with giving Porsche an excuse to hit something until it just—stops. Porsche is scrappy – the kind of fighter who always gets back up, when you knock them down.

It’s the aftermath of one of these matches, when Porsche is staggering through the streets of Bangkok. He’s beat to shit, frankly – his ribs are definitely bruised, if not broken. His kidneys are aching in the way that means he’s going to be pissing blood for a week, or so. He’s just having an altogether bad time.

Porsche is heading for Yok’s bar – well aware that he can’t show up in need of medical help at home. Porsche doesn’t know Yok all that well, at this point, but she has an open door policy for him after she found him passed out on a bench outside her bar, once, and brought him in and patched him up. Yok’s the closest thing Porsche has to an adult he can count on, and he doesn’t even know her that well.

He takes a break on his trek to smoke a cigarette on a street corner – and that’s when he meets Kinn.

This is Kinn. 20 years old, university student, mafia heir. He’s fresh off the Tawan betrayal – cynical about love, cynical about people, and even a little cynical about his family. He’s floundering, and he’s in pain – he’s looking for whatever he can to erase it. Alcohol, sex, oblivion. He’s reckless with his security, because he doesn’t know if he wants them to keep him alive. Miserable and self-destructive. He’s wearing a silk shirt, unbuttoned to the navel, and he stumbles out of a nightclub door, to the sight of Porsche. Porsche is—well, he’s pretty. He wears seventeen with none of the awkwardness his peers do – Kinn looks at him, and he wants.

the meet not-at-all-cute:

Kinn: How much?

Porsche turns and looks at this rich asshole who’s just stumbled dead-drunk out of a nearby nightclub, who’s mistaken him for a whore and his immediate thought is, “Fuck this guy in particular.”

Kinn: Ten thousand?

Porsche gives him a withering look. Kinn misreads this.

Kinn: Fifty thousand?

Porsche puts out his cigarette, ready to fuck off.

Kinn: A hundred thousand?

Porsche pauses. And it’s—it’s awful, but here’s the thing: a hundred thousand baht is… That’s a years’ wages for Porsche and then some. With that much money, Porsche could probably even quit one of his jobs, maybe spend a bit more time with Chay.

It’s kind of shitty, to realise that you have a price. Porsche turns around at Kinn – this rich asshole, blind drunk, throwing around a hundred thousand baht on what he thinks is a street whore – and he thinks, Well.

Porsche: 150.

Kinn agrees. Porsche makes a little beckoning gesture, like, Hand over the cash, and Kinn’s like, “I’m going to have to go to an ATM first.”

You know what’s awkward? Standing next to the guy who’s bought you, as he withdraws the cash to pay you. Porsche rocks on his heels, asking himself, Am I really doing this?

Kinn has the money, and hands it over to Porsche. Porsche takes it, counts it, and does his best to pretend like this isn’t the most money he’s ever handled in his entire life. He puts it into his back pocket. Kinn looks at him like, Well? And Porsche is like, Yeah I’m going to pretend like I do this all the time.

He leads Kinn into an alleyway, and then Kinn kisses him. Porsche lets him, and then he drives his knee straight up into Kinn’s groin. Kinn makes a noise like he’s been shot, curling over in agony, taken completely off-guard. Porsche goes to run, with the cash, not expecting Kinn to get his feet under him and fight back.

It’s—brutal. Kinn is drunk, but also incredibly well-trained. By comparison, Porsche is sober, injured, and fucking feral. He comes out on top, but barely. He manages to knock Kinn out, and just stands there, breathing.

He looks down at Kinn on the ground and thinks, You know what? This fucker deserves this. And then he steals his watch, too.

after:

He manages to make it to Yok’s before the adrenaline wears off, but the weight of the 150,000 baht in his pocket is heavy, and he doesn’t go inside to ask for medical attention. Instead, he calls a taxi, and goes home to Chay and his uncle. Porsche gives his uncle the watch to sell, but doesn’t tell him about the cash, which he hides under a floorboard in his room.

Getting up the next morning is—weird. He feels like shit, but when he goes to check his hidey-hole, the money’s still there. His happiness is ruined when his brother comes into his room without knocking, and sees the awful bruising on his torso. Chay makes Porsche promise to go to the school nurse about it, and is generally just very fussy and worried about it all. Porsche capitulates easily.

Porsche spends the entire time at school waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it just—doesn’t. He gets home, the money’s still there. For the first time in nearly two years, he feels like he can breathe.

A week passes. Porsche begins to spend the money. He’s not profligate with it, or anything – but he buys a few things he might have put off. New shoes for Chay. Take-out for dinner one night. He gets on top of their bills and debts. Quits one of his jobs.

And then at school he’s called in to the headmaster’s office.

Headmaster is meeting with a fancy-pants donor who’s supposedly going to pay for a new scholarship at the school – and wants to meet the school’s most famous scholar, the national taekwondo champion. Mr Headmaster is basically tripping over himself to be nice to the donor – who turns around and smiles at Porsche.

It’s Kinn.

let the ruining commence:

This is so patently a power play that Porsche is almost pissed off about it – and the worst thing is that it still works, because Porsche is fucked. If Kinn tells the headmaster that Porsche scammed him out of a hundred grand, beat him up, and stole his watch – Porsche will lose his scholarship. Kinn is smug – he knows this.

Kinn executes a light bit of conversational manipulation to get the headmaster to leave him and Porsche alone. With the witness gone, the gloves come off.

Kinn: I have to say, I admire your bravery, if nothing else. It takes a particular kind of nerve to steal from me.

Porsche: I didn’t steal shit.

Kinn: [straightens his cuffs, just enough to draw attention to his watch, the one Porsche lifted off his unconscious body] What would you call the 150,000 baht of my money you ran off with, then?

Porsche: You gave that money to me.

Kinn: I gave you that money in exchange for a service to be rendered. That service did not include beating me unconscious and leaving me in an alleyway. I think we could make a case for breach of contract, at the very least.

Porsche: I didn’t sign shit, and I don’t owe you anything.

Porsche goes to leave, but Kinn catches his arm. Porsche throws off his touch.

Kinn: My money, Porsche.

Porsche: What about it?

Kinn: I’d like it back.

Porsche: I don’t have it anymore. [He goes to leave. Once again, Kinn stops him.]

Kinn: Then we have a problem.

Porsche: The only problem we’ll have is if you keep putting your hands where they don’t belong.

Kinn: The implicit contract was as follows: the money, in exchange for sex. As you have failed to uphold your end of the bargain, I’m going to have to ask for the return of the payment.

Porsche: I already told you, I don’t have the money anymore.

Kinn: Even gutter trash like you would struggle to spend 150,000 baht in one week. Return what you have.

Porsche: [Yeah, you know what? Fuck him.] I know your type – rich assholes who’ve never had to work a day in their life. Does your daddy know you spend his money on teenage rent boys?

Kinn: Is this a blackmail attempt?

The bastard sounds amused.

Porsche: Sure.

Kinn: Go ahead. Tell my father all about my twisted little proclivities. I think he’d be more appalled that I spent 150,000 baht on a mouthy little shit like you than the nature of my deviancy. [He steps aside from blocking the door.] My money, Porsche. You have 24 hours.

Porsche: Don’t call me, I’ll call you?

Kinn: Don’t get cute. [Hands Porsche a business card.] Call this number when you have the money. Someone will be by to pick it up.

Well, that’s Porsche’s day ruined.

Porsche thinks it over, and realises it’s probably just easiest to give Kinn back the 120,000 baht he still has from the affair. He goes back home and checks his hiding place, only to find it empty.

At first, he’s furious – he thinks that Kinn set all this up as some sort of twisted mind game. And then Uncle Thee comes shuffling in, surprised to see Porsche back from school so early. Porsche has this moment of hope.

Kinn had his watch back – which means that Arthee doesn’t have it. Did he manage to sell it? And Uncle Thee—hesitates. At which point, Porsche realises that Thee did manage to sell the watch, but something happened to the money. Which is that Thee gambled it away. He’d been trying to get a return on investment – but had lost big. He’d taken Porsche’s little money stash to the casino today to try and win back the money, but had lost that, as well.

Porsche stares at his uncle, and despairs. He’s—so completely devastated, and not even fucking surprised, that it wraps right back around to anger. He goes for Thee’s throat, throttling him, demanding to know what the fuck he was thinking—

At which point Chay gets home from school and pulls Porsche off their uncle. Chay’s mad at Porsche, without any of the context for why all this is happening, which makes Porsche even more upset. He storms out of the house, without thinking about where he’s going.

His feet take him to Yok’s bar, where Yok is accepting a delivery of alcohol. She sees him stood there, in his school uniform, after having trekked across Bangkok, and wordlessly takes him inside.

The entire story is too humiliating to tell Yok, so he lets out bits and pieces – that he owes someone a lot of money, that he had the money to pay them, and his uncle spent it all. He hands over the business card, which Yok inspects.

Bank, one of Yok’s bartenders, peeks at the card, and is like, “This is his card? This is really his card. Porsche, you’re fucked.” Cue a bit of background information about Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul – and the extent of his family’s power. Bank is highkey amazed – how on earth did Porsche get tangled up with the mafia?

Yok’s immediate thought is that she can lend him the money. She asks how much it is, tells him he can work off the debt to her by washing glasses in her bar. But Porsche knows that 150,000 baht is too much for Yok – she doesn’t have that kind of money just lying around. He turns her down, tells her he can figure something out. Yok is hesitant, but Porsche is insistent.

the knives get worse:

Porsche leaves Yok’s bar, and calls the number on the card. He says he wants to talk about the debt in person.

Kinn sends a fancy car to pick him up. It’s driven by men in dark suits, who all look at Porsche like he’s gum they scraped off their shoe. Porsche gets in the car, and lets them take him to Kinn.

He’s taken to a fancy skyscraper in the centre of Bangkok. It’s all very grand, and Porsche feels like the worst kind of fraud, in his school uniform and ratty converse. He tries to pretend like the décor doesn’t get to him. He mostly succeeds.

Kinn is waiting for him in a fancy office. It has floor to ceiling windows and a light fitting that could be described as a chandelier. He looks up and down at Porsche.

Kinn: So, do you have something for me?

Porsche: [looks at the security detail] I’m not talking about this with them in the room.

Kinn: [pauses, considers] Big, leave.

Big: Khun Kinn—

Kinn: If he disables me, I’m sure you’ll catch him on the way out. Leave.

[They leave.]

Porsche: [clenches fists] You gave me the money for services to be rendered, right?

Kinn: I did.

Porsche: So if I rendered those services, I wouldn’t have to return it to you?

Kinn: [Eyebrows rise.] 150,000 baht in less than a week – quite the spending habit. What’s your poison? Drugs? Sex? Gambling?

Porsche flinches.

Kinn: Gambling. I see. But not you. The only risks you take are with your safety. A relative, then – probably not the baby brother. Your uncle?

Porsche: Do you want to fuck me or not?

Kinn: [Looks at Porsche.] I like my partners to enjoy themselves. I’m not convinced you would.

Porsche: [Clenches fists.] I can make nice. I can even moan your name, if you want me to.

Kinn: The last time I tried to fuck you, I ended up unconscious in an alleyway, missing my watch. I rarely make the same mistake twice. We’ll come up with an alternate repayment plan. [Calls out.] Big!

Big enters the room again.

Kinn: Take Porsche to Chan. Tell him to make him useful.

Porsche: I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me what’s going on.

Kinn: You sold me your body. Don’t get mad because I have other uses for it.

This statement makes Porsche think that Kinn is—pimping him out to whoever this Chan guy is, which is an awful realisation to have. Porsche considers running, before he spots the gun holster on every bodyguard around him. He’s fucked. He’s so very fucked.

Only—Chan doesn’t want to fuck him. In fact, Chan looks kind of pissed off about Porsche’s entire existence. Chan’s an older guy – middle-aged, but handsome – and he’s wearing the same suits and firearms routine as all the other bodyguards. He has Porsche fight against someone, and Porsche demonstrates that he’s scrappy, skilled, and absolutely impossible to keep down. Once Porsche has knocked the other guy down, Chan just sort of stands there, pinching his nose, like, Fantastic. Wonderful. Just what I want.

Chan then takes him to some sort of office? And has Porsche read and sign a contract – which is, to Porsche’s immediate relief, for a position as a part-time bodyguard. Then Chan drives him home.

Porsche started off the evening thinking he was going to lose his virginity to some rich asshole he scammed out of 150k baht. He’s ended it as a bodyguard working for the mafia. If he weren’t so fucking exhausted, he’d probably be more upset.

i have more, but i have to hold something back, you guys :P

#kaputt writes stuff #the teen porsche au #sorry for the subheadings tumblr apparently has a 4000 character limit on blocks?#idk #kinnporsche fic

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attackingmidfielder · 23 days

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Okay since I have to talk about it to not self combust and like 2 people liked my previous post here is what happened in swimming wold yesterday:

Introducing the key people:

Coaches:

Robert Bowman (58) - known as Bob Bowman, coach of Michael Phelps while he was swimming, up until yesterday head coach of Arizona State University swimming and diving team for 9 years

Eddie Reese (82) - Texas Longhorns Mens head swimming and diving coach, spend 46 seasons with the team, in that time he won 15 NCAA titles with them, is retiring from coaching after USA Olympic trials this summer

Herbie Behm (literally couldn’t find his age anywhere but he is pretty young) - ASU alumni, was associated head coach at ASU for some time, joined coaching team in 2018, just promoted to head coach of ASU

Swimmers:

Leon Marchand (21) - French, insanely talented but also insanely dedicated, multiple world medals, multiple NCAA record holder, world record holder in 400 IM, wildly regarded as successor to Michael Phelps both because he broke his 400 IM record that was standing from 2008 Olympics (yes those Olympics) and because he has enjoyed these results while training under Bowman, also similar disciplines like Phelps (200fly, IM), heading into home Olympics at Paris this summer (which btw I would sell my kidney to attend if anyone has swimming tickets please I’m on my knees)

About the schools:

Texas Longhorns - great legacy, known for recruiting primarily USA swimmers, enjoyed success for long but have not been at their best for the past few seasons (by this I mean they are not winning as much),MONEY like big money they are loaded, finished 7th at this years NCAA

Arizona State University - zero to hero story, program was cut in 2008 but then they came back though alumni donations, has been on the rise for the past few seasons after recruiting multiple international swimmers, just won their first NCAA title 2 days ago, haven’t had athletic director (essentially a big boss that says where the money goes) for the past 6 months

Timeline:

• 31st of March - ASU win their first NCAA title ever, Marchand is essentially an MVP if swimming had those breaking multiple NCAA records, winning all of his individual events and swimming multiple relays

• 1st of April - yes they friking announced it on 1st of April, Bob bowman is announced as director of swimming and diving as well as men’s head coach at Texas, Herbie is announced to be promoted to head coach of ASU

Now this is where it gets messy:

Bob apparently hasn’t told anyone that he was leaving ASU. In fact check out the comment left under an article by SwimSwam (swimming magazine) by someone who is apparently on the team at ASU:

Now not only is this putting Leon in a sh*t position leading up to Olympics but ASU has a whole friking pro swimming group of swimmers who are there essentially because of bowman that he ASLO hasn’t told he was planing on leaving.

There is also other international athletes to moved to USA to train with bowman that swim for ASU that have not been notified.

Apparently the sum he is gonna get paid is enormous for swimming standard. Half a million per year has been thrown around but that is not official info. And ASU can’t match that

Another thing that makes this all wild is also the fact that he apparently said his bit to the team and then left for Texas straight away?????like someone took a photo with him that same day and he was flying to Texas. Like two days after winning the title with them💀

Essentially nobody knows what is happening with swimmers left at ASU are they transferring are they staying?

There has been only support for Herbie from everyone in community and from swimmers themselves tho which is so so deserved.

Anyways it’s has been wild and here is my favorite comments from posts discussing this:

#swimming #drama #these is a press conference today as well #I’ll update this #Olympic year whopp whopp

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ijemmaokafor · 9 months

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Age: 39 Gender: woman Sexuality: pansexual Birthplace: Cincinnati, OH Location pre-outbreak: Cincinnati, OH Town job: council apprentice/community planner Previous job: public defender turned city planner Personality traits: genial, compassionate, unfailingly optimistic, nerdy, even-keeled, overactive

Biography:

Before the outbreak, Ijemma was one of the brightest movers and shakers in Cincinnati. Growing up an only child, she'd envied her many cousins their siblings and begged her parents for a little sister. "Even a little brother wouldn't be so bad." But it wasn't meant to be. Ijemma would just have to make her own family.

All along the way, she expanded her circle. Dear friends from college that she'd donate a kidney to, if asked. Colleagues in the nonprofit sector that she'd go to hell and back for. The little league girl's basketball team she coached and took out for "the good pizza" after every game.

So when the virus hit and she was smack dab in a population center, she barely made it out alive. She was in City Hall when the screams started. Turned out the higher-ups had known of the threat, but councilman Jenkins put out a gag order. The Queen City fell hard and fast.

She shamelessly rode the coattails of the man who straight up saved her life--a city hall janitor, of all people. Something about that particular fact felt like vindication. Maybe this new world would be a place that knew the value of the little guys. They made it to his family farm in Maysville, KY and they were all sweet enough to welcome her in.

But good things rarely last. An attack in the night overwhelmed the whole farmstead, so the family started east, certain they'd find answers in DC. Redwood was meant to be nothing more than a rest stop. But she saw its potential and decided to stay while the rest of the pack headed onward. All those great ideas she had working for a big city might finally come in handy building a small town.

Headcanons:

Film buff. These days, most movie nights are for the entertainment of the town's many kiddos. But she was the one who instituted it way back, and inaugurated it with an unhinged showing of Mulholland Drive. (Pickings were slim.)

Her grandfather was a tremendous presence in her life. She got along fine with her parents, but no one could compete with her Baba.

A fiend for potato chips. She's never been much of a cook, but since pre-packaged foods have started running low, she's perfected the process of making potato chips. Good, crispy potato chips. But she'll still burn toast.

#tfh.intro #hidden jemma

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parambodyfitmind · 5 months

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Top 23 Foods for Weight Loss!

Top 23 Top Foods for Weight Loss and Speed Up Your Metabolism!

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It means you can reduce fat or Loss Weight or Build Muscles With Right diet Macros according to your body weight. So here I will tell you to top 23 Vegetarian and Non-Vegetarian foods, which as best virtual weight loss coach online I always recommend to my personal training client. These foods also help to controls your craving about eating crap.

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1. All leafy green vegetable:

I love them to have you first in your choice they are an amazing source of antioxidants, minerals, vitamins. They work in so many ways in our body, low in calories.

2. Quinoa:

Quinoa is the best source of veg. the protein contained in 100 grams is around 13 gram, best things about quinoa it contains all nine essential amino acids and packed with vitamin E, phosphorus, potassium, iron, vitamin b, fibers, calcium, and many more benefits.

3. White eggs:

Almost one white egg contains around 3.6 grams of protein. Rich in zinc, copper, b6, vitamin d, selenium, phosphorus, it has no cholesterol.

4. Chicken breast:

100 g chicken breast contains around31 grams of protein, Good source of chorine, b6, copper, zinc, magnesium, iron, etc.

5. Any berries:

Berries like strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, etc. They all have immense benefits for us. Good source of vitamin c, fibers and antioxidants, and many More.

6. Cinnamon:

I really recommend this herb always for weight loss naturally and it helps speed up your metabolism. It contains antiviral, antifungal, antibacterial properties. I love to have it with my green tea I add one pinch of it.

7. Oats:

Oats are rich in insoluble and soluble fiber, Really help to lower the cholesterol, Help in constipation, Helps in skin issues, and many more. I love to have them in my breakfast.

8. Fish:

They are a good source of protein. 100 grams of fish contain around 22 grams of Protein. Also a good source of omega-3 fatty acids and vitamin d. The latest science study claims it also helps in your Depression.

9. Green salad:

Amazing Food With amazing nutrition value with low calories.

10. Grapefruit:

I remembered how when I was a kid, In our home have grapefruit tree. But that time I was not aware of its benefits. But I use to eat every day in its season time. It helps in your immunity and mainly slows down ur aging process. Study claims also help in Kidney stones.

11. Legumes:

All are Good source of complex carbs, will not spike ur insulin, packed with amazing nutrition value. Also help in to lower your cholesterol and heart-friendly.

12. Avocado oil:

I always recommend to my client 2 to 3 spoons daily of it. It really helps to reduce Your abdominal fat.

13. Black beans:

A good source to protein, 0 saturated fat, having a nice amount of fibers, vitamin b6, potassium, 100 grams Contain around 21 g of protein, Most important heart-healthy

14. Seeds:

Seed like chia seed, pumpkin seed, Fennel Seed, sesame seed, flaxseed, sunflower seed, etc, They all packed with a good amount of nutrition value and help us to lose weight. I love to have in my early breakfast with oats.

15. Brown rice:

It is Called low energy density food. It helps to keep u full for longer and also provides our body with good nutrition value.

16. Fruits:

Fruits like pears, apples, pineapple, grapes, papaya, lemons, mangoes, watermelon, oranges, grapefruits, etc; they all are good carrying different nutrition value. I love to have a mixed fruit salad with eggs white in my after workout meal. Very help full to restore your glycogen level after a workout. Help to speed up the recovery. I always recommend season fruits are the best way to get its full benefits. But please don’t overeat it.

17. Dark chocolate:

Dark chocolate I really buy in powder form and make a good recipe with it, and enjoy. One of my friends told me long ago u can spell stressed in backward it becomes desserts. Really nice is in it. Help in anxiety I love to have it but again don’t overeat it one portion in a day with your meal.

18. Wheat bran:

Very higher in fibers, having good nutrition value, a good source of natural protein, and top of that helps in high blood sugar, high blood pressure, constipation, and keep u full for Longer.

19. Green tea:

very famous everybody already knows about its benefits I like to have it before my workout it really helps me for more focus.

20. Dry fruits:

For example almonds, resins, cashew, etc. They are also good for your skin and make your brain stronger. I love to have them in the early morning with my breakfast but in small quantities.

21. Sprouts

Sprouts are full of minerals, vitamins, and proteins. Really mix them with green salad enjoy and lose fat.

22. Soybean:

Very good source of fibers, calcium, and protein. 100 grams of soya contains around 36 grams of protein with 8 essential amino acids.

23. Spices:

Like black pepper, Green chili, Coriander, Mustard seed, Fennel, cayenne paper, ginger, Garlic, Onion, Add them in your cooking, Enjoy the benefits.

#diets #nutritionist #weight loss diet #weight loss foods

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