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dialup-kin-help · 2 years
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sidepod · 4 months
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callum finally updated his linkedin </3
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lewishamilfton · 1 year
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daniels linkedin which he keeps meticulously updated now lists f1 third driver as his current work experience. Kudos to him!
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girlwithfish · 9 months
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trying to network is so embarrassing
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echeveriia · 1 year
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i’m in full ‘i should text her’ mode help what do i do
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harmonie-64 · 4 months
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made by zaxtana on deviantart
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harleythealter · 1 month
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Ya’ll, I’m going to spill some info.
There’s a guy who checks everything off the list of “things I want in a man”.
Well, this guy is my brother’s friend. Not too weird tbh because I’ve known him since I was like, six. And our families were close enough that this guys family that now we call each others parents aunt and uncle the kids are all cousins.
Anyways. I don’t have feelings for him, he kinda feels like a brother, Ngl. The way he hugs me reminds me 100% of my oldest brother. And he’s just a safe guy. But he’s still on my radar.
Continuing, he grew out of a bunch of clothes and was about to donate them but let my brother pick through them first. And now everytime my brother walks in the door I think it’s this fucking guy and I’m here in my lowliest of the lows pajamas and horrible hair. And my heart just sighs in the “oh shit” way.
Also… every time in the last two years I complimented my brother on his jeans… they were gifted to him by this guy… so that’s a thing.
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thetimelordbatgirl · 2 months
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Tfw you learn your brother studied at the same college as you:
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kawaiianimeredhead · 9 months
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radioconstructed · 11 months
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⌖ Think I’m GOOD ENOUGH with a COMPUTER to get into SOMEONE ELSE’S? FIND OUT ON MY ALT STATION!
#⌖ online#// it doesn't involve a ton of technical knowledge!#tl;dr she's in her scambaiting arc and what happens is scammers pretend to be a reputable company and use remote access software to get into#a victim's computer. but it requires the victim to believe the scammer and download the software and accept connection. what baiters do is#simultaneously request access to the scammer's computer and social-engineer their way into getting the scammer to accept it.#newer scammers (who are usually the 'front line' ppl who pick up the calls) don't know better and accept the baiter's request.#and thus the scambaiter gets into the scammer's computer and wreaks havoc. (sometimes this means stealing their files. this hinders their#operation and takes away their list of victims and also have evidence to give to authorities. sometimes it means destroying their computer#by unleashing viruses/ransomware or locking them out of their computer by changing the password or syskeying.)#Al just wants to see if she can get access. She's watched her friend wreak havoc but she's not experienced with the remote softwares enough#to pull off a syskey. Not yet. She'll probably change their desktop to a picture of her though. Something silly like that.#Screenshot their desktop and then delete their icons and replace their desktop with a pic of the bg + icons so they can go insane clicking#on the 'icons' and wondering why the icons won't open. Set the text on their computer backwards. Basically... be a nuisance.#Her friend subscribed a scammer to Al's channel (as well as his own) so she'll probably subscribe the scammer to her and her friend.#(yes she considers her scambaiter v*xtuber friend to be her friend! they are friends now. superficial friends.)
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dialup-kin-help · 1 year
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mkey! could we get just general branzy headcanons w themes of stimmy stuff :] [the branzy from earlier]
sure can!! sorry if these are a LITTLE iffy, we just got off a closing shift at work "^^
branzy stims.. a LOT. for any reason. bored, happy, stressed, literally anything! it sounds silly, but he is, in fact, entirely incapable of standing still. or, at the very least, incapable of doing so SILENTLY, because if he's not physically stimming, he's vocally stimming!
it took.. a while for clown to actually get used to (more because it was just a lot more activity / noise than he was used to in a casual context), but he'd consider himself well adjusted now at least!
some of branzy's more common stims include: clapping, waving his hands, stomping / tapping his foot, swaying in place, various small noises ("brrr", "ba", things that sound like meows, etc), fidgeting with small objects, etc!
although he does have a few more different ones! one of them is more like a show of affection, but he does it as a stim! when he's really excited or just affectionate, he's taken to either hugging clown's arm tightly, or squishing clown's arm between his hands! (the latter he just calls a "squish", and he always seems to SAY 'squish' when he does it)
the first time clown actually did it back once he figured it out, branzy about broke (positively). it made him stim, uh, fifty times more about!
(he also greatly enjoys playing with people's hair! especially braiding it, he's known to make several small braids in people's hair if they'll allow him)
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cerastes · 1 year
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The new Netflix anti-password sharing policies are a hilarious reminder that execs at Netflix don’t remember piracy exists.
The big shift from piracy towards not streaming services, but one streaming service -- Netflix -- and then other equivalents, stemmed from convenience; prices were reasonable, one could share an account with a group of friends or with family members, and the catalog was acceptable for the advantages the service ultimately brought.
Netflix’ catalog-to-convenience ratio nowadays is diarrhea. For every hit they have twenty flops, they hitch up prices, and now they are implementing a truly cutthroat manner of controlling who uses an account and where from -- only one primary connection may use an account, and MUST watch something every 31 days or else be blocked, all other connections will be blocked, and if you have to travel, you have to request a code, yes, request a god damn Netflix code that will let you use Netflix elsewhere but only for 7 days -- that is sure to be well received by the masses.
I think Netflix forgot they are not an essential good, they are luxury, an expensive one at that, and one that can very easily be replaced with some swashbuckling yo-ho-hoing. 
In an ironic twist, Netflix is pulling off a Blockbuster.
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catiuskaa · 2 months
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missed me, missed me, now you gotta...
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SUMMARY: minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.
REQUESTED! by a sweet annonie right here. pookie, your idea was lovely to write! lil grumpy minho, im melting… it’s a bit short, but I hope you like it! <3
CW: use of (crack) text messages to convey the plot, starring: han quokka as cupid + reader’s bsf, clingy minho as king of my heart, and ngl, type 1 diabetes fluff ahead. keep insulin shots close just in case! lol
WC: 1.1k
A/N: i love how i’m slowly turning into a minho blog/page lmaoo, only minho: the man, the myth, the legend!
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The same ringtone buzzed again during rehearsals. Its ding had sounded so many times already that it had started to get repetitive really quickly.
Minho frowned as he looked in the mirror, retouching his rolled sleeves just once more for what he secretly knew it had been more than twenty times. In the span of ten minutes. Maybe even less.
But Minho wasn’t ‘grumpy’.
He so wasn’t.
His day had been normal so far. He had no reason to be grumpy. Not one what-so-ever.
He had woken up in between your arms, and even if he had ‘complained’ about it, he loved being the little spoon. And also, his cats jumped on the bed and, just for once, none of them landed on his face.
There had been just one thing.
Well. Technically more than one.
You had rushed outside this morning. You claimed you didn’t have time to have breakfast with him, because you were late for something he didn’t really get. Because of that, you hadn’t come over to the JYP building with him. He had to drive over alone. And you hadn’t pecked him goodbye at the entrance like always.
But he. Wasn’t. Grumpy.
Not. At. All.
> sunggie: girl, did you hide his cats or smth?
< minho’s owner: lol, wdym dude?
> sunggie: he looks like he’s going to kill me.
> sunggie: And he loves me! Wtf??
“Jisung-ah.”
Han shrieked in his place in the sofa, his phone almost falling off his hands. He quickly turned it off, hoping that the grumpy dancer hadn’t seen the old or new messages.
“Who were you texting?” Minho frowned, deeper this time.
“Oh.” Jisung chuckled. “Just checking in on noona.”
“My girlfriend?” The way Minho enunciated the title felt a bit possesive. Jisung eyed at him weirdly for a second. Even he felt weird himself.
Jisung nodded sheepishly, turning his phone back on but quickly opening a random app.
“Yeah. I owed her a call back.” He shrugged, nonchalantly accepting that he had opened Subway Surfers, and started to play.
As the catchy music came from Han’s phone, Minho shook his head.
Not grumpy.
Not at all.
But the thought that you had been texting Han and didn’t text him —instead of him— did funny things in his chest.
Now, keep in mind that Minho would never describe himself as a jealous man.
He trusted you with his cats, of course he trusted you regarding your relationship. But he had barely got a hold of you all day. And Han had. By call and text. Like he was doing now.
Not grumpy.
Sure.
< minho’s owner: you dead yet?
Jisung groaned.
> sunggie: no! you made me lose my score!
> sunggie: and I don’t have any keys! ㅠㅠ
< minho’s owner: sucks to suck, lol
< minho’s owner: but what’s wrong with my future husband? did you do something?
> sunggie: he’s moody since he came in this morning.
> sunggie: you weren’t here tho. smth wrong between ya?
< minho’s owner: no…? just had to run to work early…
And then, something in Jisung’s paboracha brain connected. Probably because of how he had named your contact in his phone.
> sunggie: omg
< minho’s owner: what?
> sunggie: that corny dumbass
> sunggie: he’s so stupid
< minho’s owner: bitch what is it???
> sunggie: he’s moody bc u didn’t come in with him today!
You hesitated. Could that be it?
< minho’s owner: really? u think so?
> sunggie: bitch I know so!
> sunggie: imma go get boba for the boys, get your ass here and come w/ me
Jisung’s brain started to work at cupid’s speed.
< minho’s owner: omw. be there in 5’
“Guys, I’m gonna go get boba. Do any of you want something?”
The rest of the gang blabbered something while some kept going over the steps of the choreography and the others rested on the couch, doozing off or on their phones. Han quickly noted down everyone’s orders, not before being squinted down by Minho. He held back a shiver.
“Clingy prick…” Jisung mumbled, leaving quickly.
He walked out of the JYP building, waiving and half bowing to the staff members and other artists in the building.
< minho’s owner: just parked! ^^
Jisung entered the boba place next to the building, smiling at the cashier as he read down the orders on his note app, and stood aside, waiting for the drinks.
“Hey!” You smiled widely at him, taking off your scarf, merely leaving it hanging on your shoulders. He clapped your hand, playfully slapping your back.
“Working hard?” Jisung snickered, pointing at the bag on your other hand.
You side-eyed at him, giggling softly.
“Took some snacks before heading off.” You shrugged. “We can sneak these in, right?”
Jisung scratched the back of his neck. “We’ll… come up with something.”
You both struggled carrying the drinks, teasing each other and betting who’d make a mess first. But all giggles came to an end when the security guard stared at you.
“Name and business?” He asked in a low huff.
Your body stiffened.
“She’s my sister,” Han chimed back. You were in fact far from being his sister, but that didn’t matter when the guard seemed to nod. “She’s just helping me carry the drinks inside.”
“And the bag? What’s inside?”
You cleared your throat, smiling. “Clothes for him to change once he finishes training.” You lied.
Thank God for his imagination. And for his stupid idea of shoving your scarf and his hoodie into the bag of snacks.
“Ok. You may come in.” The guard smiled politely.
Only after the both of you had gotten into the elevator you allowed yourselves to let out a sight full of relief. You two then smirked, high-fiving.
“Thank you, bro.” You teased in a snicker.
He cackled. “You’re welcome, sis.”
You both laughed and joked until you reached the training room.
“The person you dream of is back!” Han cackled.
“Noona!” Felix grinned happily.
“Yeah, that’s me!” You cackled at Jisung’s faked frown.
You smiled and greeted everyone as you entered, leaving a certain bunny boy for last.
You sat next to him on the couch, and without missing a beat, he took your legs and layed them on his lap.
You took a sip of his drink, and he stared at you, almost with a squint.
“You’ve made me jealous of fucking Han Jisung.” He stated matter-o-factly, making you practically choke on the tapioka pearls.
You coughed. “What?”
“You texted him all evening. And me? Not even a good luck kiss this morning.”
“Aw, are you grumpy, kitten?” You grinned teasingly, speaking only towards him in a soft tone to his ear. You pecked his cheek.
He needed more of those.
Grumpy, huh?
“Yes. Very.” He mumbled, hiding his blushed and pleased grin in the crook of your neck. “Need more kisses.”
“Well, you know how it goes.” You mumbled in a snicker. He hummed at you, waiting for you to explain.
You kissed his forehead softly, his hands stroking your thighs.
“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.”
~Kats, who can write this in one sit, but can’t figure out how chemistry works (yes have exams, why did I choose this for myself, help)
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call-me-strega · 2 months
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Dc x Dp Prompt #10: Inter-Dimensional Bake-Off
Alfred was checking the mail the manor had received that day when he found it. In between bills, fan mail, and company missives was a regal purple envelope addressed to one Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth. Intrigued, Alfred set aside the rest of the mail and sat to open the letter.
Inside was a high quality cardstock invitation of a metallic silver color decorated with luxurious midnight green script. It declared on the front:
“You Are Cordially Invited”
Alfred raised an eyebrow and flipped open card.
Dear, Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth You have been cordially invited to participate in the first annual inter-dimensional bake-off to celebrate the coronation of the young, King Phantom, age 21, Ruler of the Infinite Realms, the Great One, Protector of Souls, Keeper of Peace, The Perfect Balance, The Infinite King, Ancient of Space and Reality. We have discerned that you are among the top 25 bakers in the 11 most stable and prominent dimensions with an open connection to the Infinite Realms. Thus, we would like to offer you the opportunity to show off and test your skills against talented competitors. Should you accept, all transport, accommodation, amenities, materials, and potentially needed medical care shall be provided by the King and his court. If you would like to bring any specific ingredients or tools you are welcome to file a request for them when you arrive and they shall be summoned to you at the start of the competition. You are allowed one plus one either as an assistant or moral support. Should you have any questions please write them down and place them on the sigil on the next page and recite the incantation bellow: “bonvolu respondi mian demandon” The event shall occur in a fortnight upon the weekend before the kings official coronation ceremony. In order to confirm your participation in the competition please burn this letter with one of your most recently made baked goods. In order to decline simply dissolve this message under running water. Please confirm your attendance or absence within a week’s time. Kind Regards, the Council of Ancients Advisors to the Good King Phantom
Well, it seemed like Alfred had earned a place in a rather prestigious event. ‘It seems a finally have a reason to make use of all those vacation days Master Bruce keeps insisting I must utilize.’ He smiled to himself, tucking the letter into his pocket. ‘I wonder if Master Jason would be amicable to accompanying me for a weekend of baking in a magical dimension?’
~ Just in case anyone has trouble reading the letter:
Dear, Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth You have been cordially invited to participate in the first annual inter-dimensional bake-off to celebrate the coronation of the young, King Phantom, age 21, Ruler of the Infinite Realms, the Great One, Protector of Souls, Keeper of Peace, The Perfect Balance, The Infinite King, Ancient of Space and Reality. We have discerned that you are among the top 25 bakers in the 11 most stable and prominent dimensions with an open connection to the Infinite Realms. Thus, we would like to offer you the opportunity to show off and test your skills against talented competitors. Should you accept, all transport, accommodation, amenities, materials, and any potentially needed medical care shall be provided by the King and his court. If you would like to bring any specific ingredients or tools you are welcome to file a request for them when you arrive and they shall be summoned to you at the start of the competition. You are allowed one plus one either as an assistant or moral support. Should you have any questions please write them down and place them on the sigil on the next page and recite the incantation bellow: “bonvolu respondi mian demandon” The event shall occur in a fortnight upon the weekend before the kings official coronation ceremony. In order to confirm your participation in the competition please burn this letter with one of your most recently made baked goods. In order to decline simply dissolve this message under running water. Please confirm your attendance or absence within a week’s time. Kind Regards, the Council of Ancients Advisors to the Good King Phantom
The Esperanto translates to “please answer my question"
Edit: now with possible contestants
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letjungcoook7 · 4 months
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the bet || jjk || +18
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your boyfriend is a competitive maniac who wants to bet on who can lift more weight at the gym.
☾ w.c: 4k
☾ pairing: bf!jungkook x fem!reader
☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.
☾ genre: smut, established relationship.
☾ warnings: praise kink, blowjob, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, name calling (daddy...), they kind of switch, ass slapping  (3 times) and pussy slapping. and I think that's it
☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes.
just to make it clear, this was part of a request, but my inbox is a bit buggy, and sometimes i start losing requests there, and this is an example of them 😭 but i screenshot every request, (or most of them), and i'll leave it here. so, this is for you, anon 💜🥺 
thank you so much for requesting, sorry because i really don't know where the original ask is. but i hope you all like it, don't forget to leave your feedback for me. <3
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"Jungkook, I'm not betting on who lifts more weight with you," you roll your eyes, adjusting your black leggings. Jungkook stops behind you, hands on his hips, like a child who received an unfavorable response.
"Why not?" he asks.
"Because I simply don't want to," you shrug, grabbing your water bottle and heading to the dumbbell station.
"But..." he insists, pouting as he follows you.
"You know you can lift more weight than me; it's not fair," you grumble, making him hold two 9lbs dumbbells.
"In the arm, yes," he laughs with disdain, effortlessly picking up the weights. "But in the legs, no."
"And what do I get if, in the end, I manage to lift more weight than you?"
"Whatever you want," he shrugs, and you roll your eyes, taking the dumbbells from his hands. "What's wrong? Isn't that good enough?" Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
"Babe, you do everything I want without needing a stupid competition," you position yourself, shifting your hips back a bit and bending your knees, starting to do bicep curls.
Jungkook tries to persuade you with a mischievous smile. 
"Come on, just a friendly bet."
You laugh as you do the exercises. 
"Friendly? You turn into a maniac in competitions, Jungkook."
He makes a dramatic expression.
"But it would be fun, and I'd go easy."
"You always want to win, don't you?" you tease, feeling the strain in your muscles.
"It's not about winning; it's about enjoying the process," he replies, grabbing a dumbbell and joining you in the workout. You give an ironic laugh, watching him take double the weight you have, just proving your point.
"Not about winning?" you raise an eyebrow. "Jeon Jungkook, you really have the nerves to say that?"
Jungkook releases a confident laugh, shaking his head negatively as he effortlessly lifts the weight. Determined to prove your point, you leave your dumbbellson the floor.
"Ok, let's see," you grab the weights Jungkook was lifting, feeling them significantly heavier. Positioning yourself in front of the mirror, you lift them and realize it's exactly double your usual weight. You manage only three repetitions before feeling the strain.
"Too heavy, love?" he teases, and you roll your eyes, pushing through two more repetitions. "Let me show you how it's done. Watch and learn."
Approaching, Jungkook takes the dumbbells with a confident smile. He demonstrates a controlled set, showcasing his strength and endurance. You watch closely, acknowledging his skill as he completes the repetitions.
"See that?" he challenges, extending the dumbbells to you. "Now it's your turn, maybe you've learned something."
Accepting the dumbbells again, determined to overcome the weight difference and show Jungkook you can face the challenge, you take a deep breath. Lifting the dumbbells, you start the repetitions, feeling the resistance of the doubled weights.
Jungkook observes with interest, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and amusement. "That's it, babe, you're doing great!"
You smile, focused on your effort. At the end of the set, you lower the dumbbells with a sigh of relief but also with a triumphant smile. Jungkook applauds, genuinely impressed.
"Wow, maybe I underestimated a bit," he admits, smiling.
"Let's go for the leg press, babe" you suggest with a confident smile.
"But hey, I won this round," he insists.
You laugh, acknowledging his victory in the last bout.
"Alright, alright, I'll let you boast a bit. But now, in the leg press, I want to see how you handle the leg challenge."
Jungkook accepts the challenge with a determined look.
"Get ready to be impressed because I'm going to crush this leg press."
You both head to the leg press machine, ready for the next stage of the friendly competition. With confidence, you position yourself on the machine, setting a challenging weight of 300lbs. With determination, you complete 10 repetitions, demonstrating control and strength.
Giving space to Jungkook, you encourage him, "Come on, babe, show some strength in those quadriceps."
Jungkook accepts the challenge, adjusting the weight to match yours and positioning himself. He struggles a bit to start but manages the set with apparent ease.
"And now?" he asks with a playful smile.
"The next step is to see if you can surpass those 300lbs, my champion," you respond with a challenging smile.
"Surpass?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, let's do it."
Jungkook laughs and rolls his eyes, removing the white shirt he was wearing. You take a glance at his defined body, especially his abs, and shake your head.
"Well, I guess the competition has truly begun now," you comment with a mischievous smile, ready to take the workout to a new level.
Jungkook, now shirtless, takes his place at the leg press machine.
"Ready to see something impressive?" Jungkook teases, starting to adjust the weight on the machine.
"Yeah," you reply, watching him.
Jungkook smiles confidently. He begins the first repetitions, showing control and strength. You can't help but admire his determination and skill. As the challenge unfolds, Jungkook surprises by adding more weight, surpassing the 300lbs you had set.
"Wow, Jungkook, that was amazing," you praise, genuinely impressed. He winks at you, still smiling.
"Didn't I say I would crush it? Now it's your turn. Let's see if you can top that."
As you adjust the weight for your turn, you feel the significant difference but decide to give it a try anyway. The machine yields to the pressure of your quadriceps, and you manage a few repetitions before exhaustion sets in.
Jungkook, noticing your effort, encourages, "Go for it, love, you got this!"
Determined, you attempt a few more repetitions, but your muscles start protesting. With a sigh, you finally step back, letting the weights rest.
"Ugh, I guess you won this round," you admit, smiling despite the momentary defeat.
Jungkook approaches, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"You were amazing, don't worry."
After several machines and multiple unsuccessful attempts to beat Jungkook in weightlifting, you concede. With a light-hearted laugh, you confess:
"Well, I guess today is not my day to defeat the mighty Jungkook in weights."
He smiles, winking at you. "No problem, Y/N. I always knew I had an advantage when it comes to lifting."
"Oh, now you're bragging, huh?" you tease, pushing him lightly.
"Of course, it's all part of the fun," he replies, laughing and holding your wrists, pulling you close to him. "Are you giving up that easily?" he says in a husky tone, their bodies close.
"I wouldn't call it easy," you say, glancing at his lips. "But I'd rather watch you train shirtless than compete with you." You bite your lower lip.
"Oh, really?" Jungkook chuckles softly.
"Yeah," you shrug, maintaining a teasing gaze.
Jungkook smiles mischievously, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.
"Well, in that case, I think we can wrap up the workout for today and focus on some more... interesting exercises."
You laugh, agreeing with a nod.
"I think that's the best idea we've had all day."
"But before that, I need to do 30 minutes of aerobic exercise," he said simply, heading towards the elliptical.
"What?" you choked. "You're kidding, right?" You hurried to stand in front of him, blocking access to the machine.
"No," Jungkook simply replied, putting his hands on your waist and moving you out of the way.
"There's no way I'm waiting for 30 minutes for you to do aerobic exercise," you pouted, sulking.
"You will," he retorted. "You know why?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow and looked at you challengingly. "Because I won, and you lost, so," he leaned in, lifting you and carrying you to the corner of the gym, and you let out a surprised scream. "You're going to sit there quietly, just watching me," he set you down. "Wasn't it you who said you'd rather see me working out shirtless?"
"Jungkook, but..."
"But nothing, accept your defeat. Come on, sit pretty and well-behaved."
You sighed, giving in to his playful dominance. As you settled in the corner, Jungkook started his aerobic routine. The rhythmic movement of the elliptical showcased his athleticism, and you couldn't help but appreciate the view. Despite the initial protest, you found yourself captivated by the sight of him breaking a sweat.
Jungkook, aware of your gaze, shot you a cheeky grin between strides.
 "Enjoying the show?" he teased, increasing the machine's resistance.
Rolling your eyes, you couldn't suppress a small smile.
"You're so full of yourself, Jungkook, in another life, you must have been a peacock!"
He laughed and bit his lower lip, increasing the pace of his movements.
"Funny how you say that with a smile on your face."
As the minutes passed, Jungkook's energy remained unwavering. His determination fueled the aerobic exercise, and you couldn't deny the allure of witnessing his commitment to fitness. 
You scoffed, "You're just shamelessly enjoying the attention."
He chuckled, "Can you blame me? Winning feels good."
"Stop moaning while you exercise, Jungkook," you remarked with a smirk, playfully challenging his composed demeanor.
He shot you a surprised look, momentarily thrown off by your unexpected remark. 
"Maybe I'm just expressing my appreciation for a good workout," he retorted, maintaining his pace on the machine.
You rolled your eyes, knowing he was purposefully playing up the banter. "Sure, Jungkook, whatever helps you get through those 30 minutes."
As Jungkook concluded his aerobic exercise, he hopped off the elliptical machine, a satisfied grin on his face. You met his gaze, and the playful banter lingered in the air. He's dripping wet from sweating. 
"Well, that was invigorating," Jungkook commented, toweling off some of the sweat from his forehead.
You chuckled, "Invigorating or an excuse to show off?"
"A bit of both, perhaps," he admitted with a wink. "Now, how about we continue this energy at our apartment? Maybe you'll have a chance to redeem yourself."
You shook your head in amusement. "You're relentless, Jungkook."
He grinned, "Well, it's a shame to let all this energy go to waste."
You both took the private elevator and headed to your apartment floor. As soon as you passed through the door, Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. The soft glow of the apartment greeted you as the door closed behind. 
"Still upset about losing, huh?" he teased.
You chuckled, swatting playfully at his arm. "Maybe a little, but let's not forget who needs a shower."
He feigned innocence. "Oh, do I?"
You shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. "You're practically dripping sweat, Jungkook. A shower is a must."
He sighed dramatically. "Fine, I'll take a shower, but only if you promise not to be too disappointed by my absence."
Rolling your eyes, you replied, "Just go, Jungkook. I'll be right here."
"Can I eat first?" he pleaded, his bright doe eyes staring at you.
"Jungkook!"
"Please?"
"Okay, fine. Eat quickly, and then I'll shower first," you conceded, unable to resist his puppy-eyed persuasion.
Jungkook flashed a triumphant smile, and you couldn't help but shake your head at his antics. While he headed to the kitchen to satisfy his hunger, you made your way to the bathroom.
As you undressed, your mind replayed the scenes from the playful competition at the gym. You couldn't help but recall Jungkook's cheeky grins, the sweat cascading down his defined muscles, the sculpted contours of his abs, and the focused expressions of his face during the workout. The rhythmic noises of his exertion lingered in your memory. Once under the warm water, you let the fatigue from the gym wash away. 
Exiting the shower, you found Jungkook waiting in the living room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. His playful grin suggested that he had enjoyed his impromptu meal.
When Jungkook went to take his shower, you decided to playfully surprise Jungkook. Silently, you slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind you, the sound masked by the running water. The steam in the room hinted at the warmth of the shower, Jungkook, still unaware of your presence, continued his shower routine. The rhythmic sounds of water and his occasional hums created a harmonious melody. You couldn't resist a soft smile as you  hear him singing a tune under his breath.
As the water eventually turned off, you stifled a giggle, knowing that Jungkook would soon discover your presence. Jungkook stepped out of the shower, only to be met with you leaning against the sink, a playful smile on your lips. As he locked eyes with you, your gaze traveled from top to bottom, and he widened his eyes in surprise. Running his hands through his wet hair, droplets of water scattered, some landing on you.
"Jungkook!"
"What? Spying on me?" he teased, his voice carrying a playful tone, mirroring the amusement in your eyes.
You laughed, leaning forward to wipe off a stray water droplet from your cheek. 
"Just making sure you're not getting too comfortable without an audience," you replied with a mischievous grin.
"Well, I must say, I'm loving this post-gym routine" he quips, grabbing his white towel.
You smirked, teasingly asking, "The routine of exercising or the routine of me watching you shower?"
Jungkook feigned innocence, wrapping the towel around his waist after running the towel through his wet hair and his face. "Can't I enjoy both?"
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. 
"You're incorrigible, Jungkook."
He grinned, standing up. 
"Guilty as charged."
Jungkook glanced at you, his gaze warm and appreciative. 
"You know, even though you lost our little competition at the gym, you looked incredibly hot doing it."
You playfully swatted his arm. 
"Flattery won't change the fact that you won."
He laughed, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 
"I enjoy winning, but more than that, I enjoy spending time with you."
"You know what else you'll like?" you say, arching your eyebrow and hooking your index finger in the towel he had just placed around his waist. He gives a cynical laugh, biting his bottom lip. 
"What?" he asked in a husky tone of voice, with your body inches away from each other.
"The blowjob you're going to get, just because you're so fucking hot" you stare at him, batting your eyelashes and projecting your lips while talking.
"Just because I'm fucking hot?" he repeated, amused, looking down as you knelt with your eyes fixed on him. 
"Yeah" you shrug with a tone full of false innocence. You blink your eyes quickly as you begin to pump his cock as he rests both hands on the edge of the sink for support. Jungkook tilted his torso and you ran your tongue between your lips and continued running your fingers up and down his cock. Jungkook now, with his head tilted back, his jaw set and you could barely reach his eyes. His dick was getting hard in the palm of your hand, making you smile in satisfaction. 
Then, you start to lick his balls, passing your tongue between them and involving with your mouth, sucking them one by one, making Jungkook shudder and curse without the slightest meaning in a high tone of voice. You hadn't stopped the movement with your hand, on the contrary, you continued at a more intense pace. As soon as you left his balls covered in drool, you ran the tip of your tongue from the base of his dick to the head, vigorously licking all of Jungkook's dick, who grunted, looking at you as soon as your lips hugged his tip. Your voluminous lips sucked and licked the area, with your gaze fixed on Jungkook's, who now looked at you too, almost asking for mercy. And out of pity you understood how to swallow him whole.
You did, earning a growl from Jungkook. An almost animalistic sound, but as his dick entered your mouth, you didn't even care about it. You moved your head back and forth and he took one of his hands to your hair and helped you move it. 
"Fuck, how do you do that, hm?" he mumbled as you swallowed him. You rolled your eyes in response, feeling him deep down your throat as he forced your head against his cock, making your mouth fucked exactly how he wanted. You choke, your eyes filling with tears. 
“Easy, babygirl” he says in a sweet tone of voice and you look at him, tears flowing, your lungs begging for air and you coughing as his dick chokes you. "Just hold on for a little while for Daddy." 
You force your eyelids tight and now your face is a wet mess of drool mixed with tears and Jungkook is forcing his hips further into your pharynx and you are breathing through your nostrils. A few more seconds and he moves his hips away, making you open your mouth and receive the air you so desperately needed. Jungkook lets out a dirty laugh that you just hear and your throat hurts as he pulls your chin so you can look at him.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispers, running his thumb across your swollen lips. You nodded and Jungkook made you stand up, facing him. His fingers now wrap around your neck, and he gives it a light squeeze, making you sigh. Jungkook stares at you, brimming with carnal desire and you knew why you were too. He touches you gently, his fingertips brushing your face. 
“Go ahead and wait for me on our bed” he orders and you obey. As soon as you walk towards the door, turning your back to Jungkook, you feel a slap on your butt. You look at him over your shoulder and Jungkook smiles, satisfied, walking behind you.
You give him a look of false indignation, but he speeds up his steps and grabs your waist, making you stick to him. Jungkook rubs his hips against your ass and you feel his hard cock in you, making you sigh.
"Can't you wait?" you tease in a low tone. 
"Can you?" he whispers in your ear, taking his hand inside the shorts you were wearing, reaching your panties and fingering your pussy, right there, halfway between the bathroom and the bedroom. 
You sigh when he starts to make circular movements on your clit. Jungkook's mouth brushes your ear and he moans your name softly, making your legs turn into jelly. 
"Jungkook." 
He lets go of you, making you snort and look at him again, in a silent indignation that makes you walk faster to the bed. You turn towards him, now completely naked, while he watches you with a predatory smile. You call him with your index finger and when he approaches, pressing your naked bodies together, you push him onto the bed. 
"Make yourself comfortable," you say in an authoritative tone, looking at him and giving a low laugh, now speaking in a velvety tone, "daddy."
Jungkook frowned and looked at you with a certain anger, finding you petulant, but he obeyed without blinking, sitting on the bed with his thighs apart and his right hand holding his own cock, pumping it. 
“For God’s sake, Y/N.” 
“Shhhh,” you say, bringing your index finger to your lips as you climb onto the bed. "Now you're going to lose your attitude as a competitive little boy who wins everything, okay?" 
He smiles, running his tongue over his lips and biting his piercings.
"OK." he agrees to your surprise. 
“Yeah,” you say softly. "good boy." 
Jungkook laughs ironically at the petname, ready to question you, but you arch your eyebrow, ready to cut him off. He understands and gives up.
You position yourself on top of him, still with your hips apart and your legs flexed, your knees resting on the mattress, you turn onto your back, then, with your hair falling and cascading down your back, while you fit Jungkook's dick into your your entry. 
"You know, that's so dirty" he muttered. 
"Is this a complaint?" you ask, contracting your muscles around the head of his cock. 
"No," he purred, groaning afterwards.
"That's what I thought" you throw your hips back and rest your hands on the mattress, lowering your body and making Jungkook enter you completely inside you with ease, after all, you were dripping with lust. You moan and so does he, in unison, filling the entire room. 
You start to ride his dick with both hands resting on the mattress, your head thrown back and your ass bouncing on his lap at speed. Your ass hitting his thighs like a whip and he moans slyly, desperately, with his hands touching your back, your waist, your ass, your hair. You didn't even know how many hands touched you anymore, first because you couldn't see anything that was happening due to your position and then because of Jungkook's desperation who simply touched you everywhere. You stuck your ass towards him, giving Jungkook a great view of your pussy swallowing his dick, and his eyes were fixed on the scene, even if you couldn't see it, you knew he was mesmerized by the way he moaned loudly. .
“That’s why I work out my legs, Jungkook” you say, amidst moans. "To ride your big cock." 
He doesn't respond, just slaps both sides of your ass. You smile at the answer, it was exactly what you expected. Your movements become rhythmic, until you feel a little muscular fatigue and you leave your torso erect, sitting completely on his dick, leaving Jungkook inside you and rolling around, resting your legs while your hips make wave movements and Jungkook grumbles with lust, squeezing your ass hard. 
"Y/N..." he whimpered the moment you contracted around him, squeezing him with the walls of your pussy. 
You looked at him over your shoulder and smiled, biting your lip. 
"What it was?" you arch your eyebrow, teasing. "Is it bad, daddy?" 
He growls, intertwining the strands of your hair in his hand and pulling you close, placing your back against his chest and his mouth on yours, giving you a fierce, clumsy kiss. Jungkook bites your bottom lip hard and you're the one who groans now, mainly because, after that, he takes his hand to your clit and starts to stimulate you, making you squirm on top of his lap. 
"Who's in charge here?" he whispers.
“I am” you challenge him. 
He laughs and lifts you off his lap with ease that leaves you without understanding what had happened. Before you could reason, you were face up on the mattress, with your legs spread around Jungkook's hips and he was thrusting his dick inside you, with his arms resting next to your head and his movements strong and deep. 
"Who's in charge here?" he repeated. 
"You are." 
He smiles satisfied, without stopping his movements. He hit you deep and you were completely beside yourself with the movement he made and how agile he was with his hips. Jungkook looked at you with sharp, lustful eyes and you could barely maintain eye contact because you were so horny. 
It didn't take long for him to grab your thighs tightly and rest your legs on his shoulders, leaving you even more exposed and making his movements easier. Jungkook was now going deep and stretching your tight pussy like it was nothing. The expressions he wore were very similar to the ones he made when working out, but now he was melting in pleasure. However, equally concentrated.
Your hips were slamming against each other quickly, you were a morning non-stop mess, so is he. 
He looked at you intensely, his dick hitting your g-spot with precision due to its position. 
“Jungkook, I don’t…” you said, squirming beneath him. He smiled.
"Jungkook?" 
“Daddy, I’m almost cumming” you groaned, and he smiled larger, slapping your pussy with two of his fingers. 
Your pussy clenching around him, his dick moving in and out with ease and his fingers on your clit, stimulating you nonstop. You swear you could see stars before cumming and making him completely wet. 
Jungkook gave a satisfied laugh and his mess made him go deeper as the noises of Jungkook moving in and out of his pussy became even louder.
Jungkook thrust a few more times, each time even deeper. You were already screaming when he started to cum inside you, feeling him throbbing non-stop and his jets of cum warming you up and painting you completely white. Jungkook thrust a few more times before pulling out of you, dripping with sweat, just like you.
You both were breathing heavily, but he let go of your legs and lay down on top of you, brushing the strands of hair out of your face and kissing your neck in a delicate way. You fingered his back and your sweat came together as he caressed your cheek.
"I need to beat you more often if it means we end up like this." he whispers.
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summary: [ charles leclerc x f!driver!reader — social media au / fic ] after you get into a rough crash, charles is faced with difficult decisions
request: can i get a female driver reader injury/crash angst with daniel, seb or charles pls love your fics!
warnings: crashes and injuries, general medical stuff, unspecified mentions of death (implied to be jules and hervé), open/unclear ending
author’s note: hihi lovely!! tysm for requesting <3 hope this is enough angst for you ;) also i have no clue how to write injuries soooooo just roll with it
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ynupdates y/n has been taken to the medical center following her crash in the #brazilgp. no further news has been released yet. we're all behind you, y/n! 🤞
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user did anyone see if she was able to get out of the car by herself?
↪ user no, i think she had to be extracted by the medical crew 😬
user i hope she's okay...
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Charles' phone is halfway out of his pocket when it starts ringing. Glancing at the screen, he swipes to accept the call when he sees that it's from your mother. He had called her a few minutes ago, when the sight of your crash had first appeared on the screens in the Ferrari paddock, but she hadn’t picked up. Her voice filters through the speakers of his phone, worry tinging her tone. 
“Do you have news yet?” she asks.
“Don’t know,” Charles replies, “I’m on my way to see her now. It… might be good to book a flight — and soon.” He doesn’t want to alarm your mom but it seems inevitable and he knows that you would want her next to you. 
“Okay,” she breathes shakily, “and Charles?”
“Yeah?”
“She better be okay when I get there.”
Charles winces. Of all the people in the world, he knows all too well why you can never make any promises, especially in Formula 1. 
“I’ll do my best,” he says and ends the call.
There’s a marshal waiting for him in the tiny waiting area in the medical center. He’s pacing nervously and immediately strides towards Charles as soon as he sees him. 
“Mr. Leclerc,” he begins, “the doctors wanted to see you before they take any further action. You have medical power of attorney for Ms. L/N in case of emergency, correct?” 
Charles nods numbly. It had been a precaution at the time because you had insisted that out of everyone in the paddock, you trusted him the most. He had accepted it without thinking twice but now the weight of the responsibility settles heavily over his shoulders. He follows the marshal past empty treatment rooms until they reach one with its door thrown open. 
Charles feels his lunch crawling back up his throat as he stares at your figure. You’re laid out on a stretcher and you’d almost look peaceful if not for the numerous medical apparatuses connected to you and the thin trickle of dried blood on your temple. He somehow finds his voice again.
“What happened?” he asks, almost afraid to hear the answer.
A paramedic steps forward. “Ms. L/N took quite a knock in her crash, I’m afraid,” she explains gently. “Something came loose in the cockpit and hit her head. We’re not sure if there’s any further internal injuries, but our professional opinion is that she should be moved as soon as possible to a hospital for further testing.”
Charles swallows around a lump in his throat. “Is there any particular risk with transporting her in this state?” 
The paramedic shakes her head. “No more than the usual, which is relatively low compared to the risk that we run by keeping her here without knowing if there’s anything else wrong.” 
Charles follows your ambulance all the way into the hospital in a haze. He barely registers the press grouped outside the entrance, pushing through them, always keeping you in his sights. He waits outside of the examination room they bring you into and follows as they wheel you around, receiving god knows how many tests. 
After a while members of your team start showing up, although they keep a respectful distance from Charles. He’s glad. He knows, rationally, that you were just unlucky, but the irrational and protective side of him is screaming at him to place the blame at someone’s feet. He knows you wouldn’t appreciate him blowing up at your team, though, so he doesn’t say anything to them and keeps vigil by your side as the doctors poke and prod.
Eventually you’re carefully placed in a hospital bed and Charles is pulled aside by what seems to be the main doctor assigned to you.
“Unfortunately, it seems as if we will have to operate on Ms. L/N,” he says gently. “Someone else will go over the details with you, but long story short she’s bleeding internally and it’s imperative that we get to it as soon as possible. Of course, any operation of this size could potentially be dangerous, but I strongly recommend taking action sooner rather than later.”
Charles shakes his head, the words not yet registering in his scattered mind. “Is she going to be okay?” he mumbles, not meeting the doctor’s eyes.
He can feel the doctor’s pitying gaze on him and Charles doesn’t have it in him to tell him that he’s been here before — not this specific hospital, no, but he’s been on this side of the conversation that they’re having already, and it tears his heart up just as much as the first time. The only difference this time is that he’s the one who has to make the choice, not anyone else.
“We can’t make any guarantees,” the doctor cautions, “but it would significantly raise her chances of survival if we act now.”
Charles winces at the doctor’s words. Survival. Drive to survive, surviving to drive, the irony of the situation isn’t lost on him. He uncurls his fingers gingerly from where he had been unconsciously gripping his pants. 
He wants to avoid the decisions he knows he will have to make in the next twenty-four hours. He wants to pretend that nothing happened, that you’re still on the track, passing everyone in your way. He wants to go back to this morning, when he had kissed you goodbye before jogging off to get ready for the race. He wishes he had taken time to do more than peck you and throw a “love you!” over his shoulder. Charles wants to hide from the cold, stark reality he’s faced with. Your life lies in his hands and Charles is so, so tired of bleak hospital hallways.
He wants to scream at the heavens. He’s suffered and given so much already. Is one shred of happiness too much to ask? Charles had known the risks going in when he started dating you — one Formula 1 driver was usually more than enough jeopardy in a relationship, let alone two — but he’d never really thought that the day would arrive where he would have to make decisions about you, without you. 
Charles stares at your face through the window to your room, tracing the curves and slopes with his eyes. It’s the face he wakes up next to almost every day and he curses himself for not cherishing the time he’s already had with you more. His brain is moving a mile a minute, running through all the possible outcomes. At the end of the day, though, he’s only got one choice.
Charles Leclerc has always been selfish and he’ll be damned if he lets another person he loves slip through his fingers.
“Where do I sign?”
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