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🏎️❣️ charles leclerc x pilatesyoutuber!reader 🏎️❣️

trope: fake dating

SMAU- faceclaim: alexandra st mleux

synopsis: due to recent rumors swirling around about charles's relationship ending due to infidelity, ferrari's pr team is scrambling to fix his image. enter: yn, a popular pilates youtuber in need of more subscribers. whose to say they aren't a match made in (pr) heaven?

WARNINGS: swearing

a/n: hope you enjoy 🥹 interact however you please!

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everyone in the paddock knew how it went with charles and his relationships. he dates a girl for a few years, gives her a bullshit excuse that ends the relationship, then runs to their best friend. it was a tried and true method, really.

so, why was this time so different? well, his ex-girlfriend alexandra amassing over two million followers meant she had become popular both in the paddock and online. with popularity came fans and with fans came the inevitable hive mind. said hive mind was now commenting on every one of his instagram posts with hate.

now, did charles really care about the hate? no, not really.

on the other hand, ferrari's pr team made it quite clear they did care.

after all, the prancing horse had an image to maintain and it wasn't one of two timing and scandal.

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"we saved your ass the last two times this happened, charles. what the hell do we do now?", exclaimed mia, charles' pr manager.

"is it even that big a deal? so what, they took pictures of me and her friend kissing? like you said, it's happened before. we can just wait a few weeks and everyone will have forgotten about it by then", replied charles in exasperation, clearly not seeing the big deal the team did.

"you know how popular she has become, charles. she has serious brand pull and we can't lose out on any sponsorship money at all", mia said, rolling her eyes at his idiocy.

now the team were at a stand still. what do they do regarding charles' image and the team's brand pull?

"e-excuse me?", a pr intern interjected, raising her hand as if she was still in grade school.

"uh...yes?", mia asked.

"how about we bury this scandal by faking a relationship with someone popular and well liked. not an a-lister, but someone that the press would be more interested in than a nobody", said the mystery pr intern.

"you know what...that's not half bad."

"wouldn't be the first time you've started dating an hour after breaking up with your previous girlfriend", said mia, dragging charles as if it was a pastime. "geez, thanks. i don't know how i feel about dating someone random just for likes. what do i tell my family?? my friends? i don't think this is a great idea at all", charles said, obviously hesitant to participate in the intern's master plan.

"it's either this or we put you on a strict no dating ban. you pick", mia threatened.

"ooook, looks like we're being extreme. fine. fake dating it is".

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throughout the next few days, charles' pr team looked for a possible "girlfriend".

yet, they struggled to find someone perfectly suited to the job.

that was until charles jokingly suggested a pilates influencer with a steady 5 million subscribers on YouTube (in hindsight he should have known better than to even jokingly suggest anything to help). a 24-year-old spanish woman who goes by "ynlates" on all social media.

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ynlates hey angels 💕 long time no workout so...new video's up on on my channel @ynlates! 30 mins of full-body pilates for all my baddies 🧘‍♀️

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madfit LOVEEE what a good sweat 😅💦

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fitwithjojo bbg what a bod ❣️ good one!

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randomuser092 the only workouts i'll do :)

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and so the ferrari pr team went through all her social media profiles; from looking for a sketchy background to seeing if she had been in any public controversies. after a 2 day long search, yn came up clean.

now it was time for them to contact her.

To: [email protected]

Cc/Bcc, From: [email protected]

Subject: PR Opportunity

Greetings, Yn Ln. This is Mia, Charles Leclerc's head of PR. If you are unaware, Charles Leclerc is a Scuderia Ferrari Formula One driver and we would be pleased to see the two of you collaborate together on a project. With this project we aim to boost your following and improve Charles' image. We would like to see you in person on 26/1 at Maranello, Italy. If you are interested we will send you plane tickets, book your hotel, and pay all expenses. Sinceretly

Mia (Head of Scuderia Ferrari PR)

and so Ferrari waited. and waited. six days after mia had sent that email, she got a response.

yn was more than happy to. if mia was just 1% more pessimistic, she'd question yn's sanity. but, whatever. she had to get charles out of these murky waters and fast.

˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆

yn had never been much of a sports fan. her best friend, hannah, on the other hand never stopped yapping about formula one. lando norris this, DRS that. yap yap yap.

so when she got an email from a mia individual she clicked on it and to her suprise it was f1 related. ok, maybe not "here are some race tickets from a mysterious sugar daddy" but it was still about the motorsport. just seemed like a scam, but she still decided to respond by accepting the offer to go to italy out of sheer curiousity.

when the "mia" lady sent her the tickets and all the information she started panicking. "what the hell is this "pr opportunity" and how is it worth a whole ass italy trip?" yet, before she could truly freak the hell out, she called hannah. "han. i think i'm going to meet CHARLES LERCLERC in a week??", she stressed into her phone.

"h- WHAT THE HELL?? CHARLES FRICKING LECLERC??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?", hannah yelled into her ear.

there goes her hearing.

"his pr lady sent me an offer for a collaboration of sorts, i don't know!!! i mean, what can a pilates youtuber have to collaborate with a formula one driver for?"

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turns out, a lot.

a whole fake relationship lot.

after a tour of ferrari headquartes in maranello, mia got right down to it in a conference room.

"liking italy so far?", mia asked yn innocently.

"oh, yes. thank you so much by the way! it's all wonderful, i'm not quite sure how i can pay you all back", yn responded, wide-eyed and confused at how this even happened.

"by dating our driver for a few months and helping us clean up his image? haha, just an idea!", mia said, throwing the idea out there as if she was asking for a simple favor.

dating their driver....as in charles?

she hadn't even met the guy.

she must have said that aloud as mia's next words were "we can arrange a meeting tomorrow if you accept our offer".

and so the next day, yn arrived at a little ristorante by the seaside. she wore a casual letterman jacket and jeans to meet her new potential boyfriend. "God, this is so strange", she thought to herself.

"ciao. are you yn?", she heard a male voice ask her as he sat in the chair opposite to hers.

"ciao, yes. yn ln. you're charles, i assume?"

"oui. uh- so my team told you about their offer? what do you think of it?", charles asked her.

"it's certainly an offer. may i ask though, what does a formula one driver gain from being seen dating some youtuber?", yn asked him in return.

"i have sponsors willing to pull out because of this stupid scandal. my team can't afford it and it is not fair of me to not do anything i can to keep the sponsors happy. not after all they have done for me and my career", charles said with all the genuinety a man could have.

now she sees why he's her best friend's favorite driver.

"look, i'm willing to help you out. but, in return i just ask that you protect me from hate. i've seen how badly sportsmen's girlfriends are treated and its unfair to them. can you do that for me?"

"yes, of course. would you like to order?", charles offered.

and so they ate dinner in lighthearted chatter under the moonlight.

then, as charles offered to drive her to her hotel they both heard the unmistakable sound of cameras clicking pictures. "fuck", said charles.

"let's go before they catch your face", charles whispered to her.

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deuxmoi New WAG? Charles Leclerc spotted in Maranello eating dinner with a smiley woman. Looks like someone's getting over their ex quite quickly. Who do you guys think @charles_leclerc 's new girl is? Another friend of an ex's? view comments ⬇️

user1644 already? damn he's faster than the SF25...

charlesfan16 what an invasion of privacy 😬 yikes...

f1fangirl092 "liked by pierregasly" WHAT DO YOU KNOW THAT WE DONT FRENCHIE 😞❌🥖

leclercfanboy09 bet this one won't last the season

randomuser0286 why does she look like @ynlates??

randomynfan09 omg...ur not wrong 😅

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yn had barely met the guy and already she was the talk of social media. every new story she posted, she got dozens of replies about charles and if they were dating.

at least, she got tons of new eyes on her page.

on charles' side of the equation, he was panicking. he wasn't over his ex and he worried if this was too fast for him to be moving on (though his subconciousness kept reminding him she was his FAKE girlfriend).

yet, charles knew this must have been much scarier for her than for him. after all, he was used to the crazy attention from fans and yn was certainly not. and since a few eagle-eyed fans had put two and two together, he knew she must have been getting DMs about their "relationship" already.

Charles Leclerc

charles_leclerc

Bonjour, Yn.

How have you been since the paparazzi pictures?

Hey, Charles. It's been scary but not horrible. Just something to get used to I guess, haha.

I've been meaning to ask you something.

Uh-oh. Already breaking up with me?

Lol, no. 😅

Would you like to come with me the Monaco Grand Prix?

Monaco? As in the crazy rich place?

Monaco as in my home country. It's a big deal for me. It would mean a lot if you came to see me race.

Oh! I see. I could try to move some things around. Could I stay with you?

Yes! I'll send you the details when we get closer to the date.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆

leading up to the race weekend, yn and charles got much closer. they texted, called, and sent each other little gifts. yn sent charles some music sheets she found at a vintage shop while on a brand trip once while charles sent yn a new pilates set from a sponsor brand.

next thing they knew it was the weekend of the monaco grand prix.

yn arrived in monaco shortly before charles' media day duties began. he picked her up at the nice airport and drove her to his apartment in monte carlo.

"oh wow, charles. this is stunning. thanks for letting me stay with you this weekend. i know your probably overwhelmed and have to be laser focused, but you still took the time out of your week to tend to me", she smiled through her words.

"it's nothing, really. thanks for coming and supporting me. you'll have lots of fun at your first grand prix," charles promised her.

and that she did. come friday, yn made her paddock debut.

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kymillman YN LN, CHARLES LECLERC'S NEW LADY?

Today, at the Monaco Grand Prix (evidently also Charles' home race) we have the pleasure of seeing Charles Leclerc's rumored new girlfriend stun the paddock. Yn Ln is a 24-year-old Spanish fitness influencer who Charles was recently photographed with. Would anyone like a video on her?

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annapetra902 very pretty 💕😍

f1fan02834 why is everything about their partner's these days?? so annoying and tabloidy

asmleuxfan0283 LOL she's trying to be alex 😬

overall, she was well recieved by charles' friends and coworkers. yet, how his family reacted to her was what truly interested her. though she wasn't his real girlfriend, something deep inside her heart wanted to be loved by his family.

at the ferrari hospitality, she saw a man around her own age that looked strikingly like a blonder charles. she heard charles call him over to where they were sitting, "thur, c'mere".

"oui. hello. and you are?"

"hi. yn...uh charles'...."

"my girlfriend. thur, meet yn ln. she's a fitness youtuber and we've been together for a few months", charles said, smiling all throughout his reveal.

the shock on arthur's face was evident. "had he not mentioned me at all to his family?", was the only thing yn was able to think at that moment.

then an older lady walked up to charles and snuck in a quick hug, "cha, ça va? (how's it going) qui est ton ami? (who is your friend?)"

"yn, this is my maman (mom). maman, this is my girlfriend- yn ln", charles said introducing the two most important women in his life. well, hypothetically the most important women of his life.

"oh! dear, sorry tor assuming. how are you, dear? cha didn't mention a girlfriend to us, but i'm glad to meet you", his mother said, fumbling over her words a bit.

charles blushed, clearly embarassed. in that moment his engineer called him over and he left yn with his family. he sheepishly smiled and mouthed a "sorry" to her as he was forced to go prepare for the race that starts in just a few hours.

yn herself felt a bit awkward too but decided there was no better time than the present to spread her social butterfly wings. and so during the lead up to the race she got to know charles' mother and younger brother.

she learned his mom, pascale, was a hairdresser in monaco and that she was the kindest soul she could ever meet.

she learned that his younger brother, arthur, was also in motorsport and that he was very much like charles but much snarkier and bolder.

she very quickly got on with the both of them and they told her it would be their pleasure for her to stay with them to watch the race together.

she texted charles, "good luck. you can win this one!! 😌❤️" and put her phone away promptly to go back to their conversation.

honestly, yn didn't know what to expect from the race. she hadn't watched a full race ever, but she does know enough to not make a complete fool of herself. her best friend had quizzed her on basic facts and little tidbits she should know before she left to monaco so she hoped that would come in handy.

yet, she hadn't expected to see her "boyfriend" win his home race. arthur and pascale were overjoyed and she could see charles' pure bliss when he was up at the top step of the podium.

after media duties, she congratuled charles and gave him a hug. maybe not the type of hug that established couples give, but it was a hug that gave her butterflies and charles another reason to smile.

"dinner, mon chéri (my darling)? i can get us in anywhere tonight. you say it, we go there", he said with the biggest grin on his face.

yn hadn't really expected a dinner invitation, instead thinking he would go party with his mates. "really? you wouldn't prefer to be with your friends at a club tonight?"

"pfft. as if. i have the prettiest woman in my monaco on my arm during the best day of my life. why would i spend it without her?", charles said, looking into her eyes like they were oceans he could drown in. the moment was intimate, that much they both knew. their relationship went from one of favors to friendship to...whatever this was. they weren't official but it was obvious to the both of them that they cared for each other so much more than they ever meant to.

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dinner was marvelous.

if yn wasn't already falling for charles, she certainly was now.

he pulled her chair out for her, ordered her favorite wine (how did he even remember that??), complimented her more times than she could count, but most of all he listened. he would ask her questions about herself that would leave her talking and talking and talking, yet he never once complained or made her feel like she was too much.

it was as if they were actually dating.

as they walked out of the restaurant, arms so close she could feel his jacket on her skin, she said to him, "you know, charles. this is like my ideal date. nice restaurant, good food, and even better company. you really know how to make a girl feel special."

"it's not hard to make an already special person feel their worth", he replied with sincere honesty in his eyes.

"if you keep saying things like that i'll think what we have is actually real", she mumbled, more to herself than to him.

"and what if i wanted us to be real?"

"i wouldn't say no", she said, now looking into his eyes.

"then, yn ln, would you like to be my real, not at all publicity stunt, girlfriend?", charles asked her with the biggest smile on his face.

"don't have to ask me twice. yes, cha, a million times yes", yn replied.

then charles leaned closer and held her face with both hands. he smiled down at her and then kissed her with the most beautiful amount of emotion and passion that yn had ever experienced.

though they may not have been actually dating the past few months, there was no doubt in either of their hearts of where they stood together. they were in love. through all of his bad race days, media speculation, her burnout, and their joint support for the other; they had grown to care for each other in a way neither of them had ever expected.

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the next day, yn woke up in charles' bed unexpectedly alone. she had been staying with him for the past two weeks, ever since she had arrived to see the grand prix.

then, when she rubbed her eyes to get the sleep out of them charles appeared.

"mon ange, good morning", charles smiled to her.

"good morning, cha. you're quite happy for morning time", she giggled.

"of course. i'm with you, why wouldn't i be?"

"charmer. what are we doing today?"

"well, before we do anything, could you check your phone for me?"

"you're acting suspicious, cha", she said, jokingly side-eyeing him.

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charles_leclerc With my girl ❤️ @ynlates

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ynlates my love 🥹💕

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charles leclerc mon ange 😘

scuderiaferrari loveliest couple in the paddock ❤️

user1644 they've only been in the paddock once??

scuderiaferrari ok and? point still stands 🙄

pascaleclerc 🤩🤩 un si charmant couple

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"oh, cha. you didn't have to", yn said happily.

"non, i did. now that we are really together, i feel like screaming your name over the rooftops", charles insisted.

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two months later, it was the summer break and yn and charles had decided to spend it in monaco.

very recently, yn had started spending time with lewis and roscoe at the garage and loved every second of her time with the pup.

every day she would say to charles, "cha, you know you looove roscoe. wouldn't you like one of those?"

just last week he had said, "mon ange, i think YOU want a puppy. but, you know i'm not home often and taking care of it would end up just being your responsibility which i don't want to put that on you."

"charlie, i would be okay with caring for it! i need a friend for when your not around", she begged with puppy dog eyes of her own. they left the conversation there but little did she know that charles' masterplan had just begun.

he got in contact with the local rescue center and visited them on an off day. he hadn't really felt a connection to any of them until he saw a miniature long haired daschund with the name "leo" on the cage.

after signing the papers, he took little leo home to surprise yn.

"baby, close your eyes. you remember how you kept asking about a dog and i said no?"

"yes. sheesh, way to rub salt in a fresh wound, cha", she answered.

"non. open your eyes", he said with a smile on his face.

upon opening her eyes, she instantly fell in love with the pup in front of her.

"charles, oh my God. he's so cute! what's his name?"

"the rescue named him leo but we can change it if you want", he said, happy with her happiness.

"oh, leo leclerc. it's perfect. thank you, thank you, thank you charles!"

"you're welcome mon ange. he's worth the smile on your face", charles grinned.

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lando HES SO CUTE

charles_leclerc proud dog mom 🤩

monacorescue thank you for adopting this doggo!! ❤️🐾

lilyzneimer omgggg hes the cutest 🥹🥹🥹

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the season had been...eventful to say the least. charles and yn got together but also ferrari finally got their shit together. when the drivers got back from summer break, the grid quickly realized that ferrari's latest upgrades worked like a wonder and turned their dumpster into a rocket. and as if just he was just waiting for the moment to arrive, charles seized that opportunity and began to build a decent gap in the championship.

now that it was abu dhabi weekend, charles was 15 points ahead of oscar who was valiantly fighting to get ahead.

charles qualified first that weekend and oscar was just .006 seconds behind in second.

he knew he had to give it his all to win to this race and take home the championship.

yn was at the race, too. he wanted to show her that all her support wasn't for nothing. all the nights away from each other and the late days he spent training were worth it.

and that he did. oscar and lando in third had decided that fighting between themselves was more fun than getting the win so he went ahead and built a gap that he couldn't lose.

and once brian told him there was just one lap left, tears built up in his eyes. memories of countless laps in go karts as a kid, sleepless nights where he wanted to just fall asleep instead of go on the sim, and the heartbreak of missing that top step all came to mind.

most of all, yn came to mind. all the support she gave him and the love she showed him was what got him through all the rough times in the past year.

yet, now his moment to shine had come.

brian's voice came up in the radio, "CHARLES, SEI CAMPEONE DEL MUNDO. FERRARI IN CIMA!"

"YESSSS. FERRARI IN CIMA. GRAZIE A TUTTI", charles yelled into his radio in utter bliss.

in the garage, yn was in tears. she had heard charles go on and on about what it would mean to him and his family if he would win a championship. but, to come home with both the constructors and drivers' championship was a dream he hadn't let himself imagine that year.

in parc fermé, charles ran up to yn and she placed a kiss on his helmet. "i knew you could do it, my love. world champion!!!!"

"i couldn't do it without you, mon ange. é tutto grazie a ti", he said with tears as big as his smile in his eyes.

ynlates

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ynlates 🥹🥹❤️ MY LOVE DID IT. Number One in the world! In red! World class act @charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc ❤️ could not have done it without you

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scuderia ferrari our champion has never looked so good ❤️🏎️

f1 2025 WDC in red! 🏎️🏎️🏎️

lewishamilton Mighty year, mate. Congrats 🙏🏾

it may have all begun with a pr stunt, but it ended with a relationship that had as much love as it did good publicity.

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#1: Welcome To The Team

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⇥ Synopsis After a terrible accident, you had lost your memory. After years of struggling with your identity, a lucky coincidence brought everything back - only to find your life in shambles, and your husband missing.

⇥ Pairing Hwang In-ho x fem!reader

⇥ Warnings Spoilers for Season 1 & 2, angst, violence, graphic descriptions of injuries & death

⇥ A/N: Changed In-ho's backstory (obviously lul) so no spoilers there. :3 Hope you enjoy! 💕

⇥ Masterlist | [#2]

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"Come again..?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper. Jun-ho's story was as grotesque as it was unbelievable. There was no proof, no way to know if he was actually telling the truth. On the other hand, Jun-ho has never lied to you. He had been there ever since you woke up from your coma.

"What is it your not telling me?" you asked quietly, searching his face with your eyes. You had known him ever since he was a little boy. You knew when he was lying - or hiding something.

"Hyung didn't just participate in the games. He...," Jun-ho swallowed thickly, averting his gaze, "...became a part of it. He's the leader now."

The conversation replayed in your mind as you watched Player 456 talk with the man in question: Player 001, Hwang In-ho - your husband of almost 20 years.

Jun-ho had obviously opposed your idea of joining the games. But you were too stubborn to listen to him, too stubborn for your own good. That's what In-ho always said anyway. Maybe he was right. Still, you lost almost ten years of your life to amnesia. If there was even the slightest chance for a way back to how things were... you would take it.

Ryu Soo-Yeon. That was the name you chose for the registration. The name you had chosen after you left the hospital to start over, away from everything and everyone you knew - well, except for Jun-ho. You attempted to cut ties with him several times, too ashamed to let him in, when you absolutely refused to see your husband. But Jun-ho was persistent - even more so than you were.

You pushed the rice around in the tin lazily, thinking about your current situation. Thanks to Player 456, you survived the first game without a scratch. It would probably be wise to stick close to him going forward. Then again, that meant you had to face In-ho sooner or later.

A loud commotion ripped you out of your train of thoughts. Looking up, you found In-ho confronting two players who were ganging up on a third one. In a matter of seconds, the two bullies were silenced and groaning in pain, rolling on the floor dramatically. You bit your lip, trying not to chuckle. In-ho had always been a savage when dealing with bullies. The room erupted in applause, with him being the center of attention. You looked up slowly and found him staring directly at you. His face was like a mask, showing no emotion, betraying no thought of his. Swallowing thickly, you forced yourself to smile at him quickly, before immediately turning your attention back to your lunch.

Sleep did not come easy to you that night. In-ho had not approached you after the incident - and you thought about what to do when you two would eventually come face to face.

Funnily enough, you never thought about that possibility when you chased down the recruiter to enter this hell. Judging by Jun-ho's report, In-ho was working behind the scenes, observing these so-called "games". Why was he a participant? Did he recognize your name after all? Or was it because of Player 456 who claimed to be there for the second time?

In-ho... You sighed quietly and turned onto your side. It was strange to suddenly remember your life with him before you lost your memory. That day you regained it was like a fever dream, all the emotions and images from years ago flooding your mind - as if they were never gone in the first place. It was scary, knowing that you lost nearly 10 years of your life. How would your life be now, had not been run over by a truck? Certainly, you would not find yourself in a room with 400 other people literally gambling for your life. "Shit," you whispered angrily, rolling onto your back again, your eyes glued to the ceiling. What had you gotten yourself into?

The light was almost blinding when the beginning of a new day was announced. Music sounded from the speakers, a melody far too happy and cheerful for a grim place like this. You climbed down from the bed carefully, stretching your limbs a bit.

"You are... a strange one," a voice behind you said. "Pardon me?" You turned around, tilting your head slightly. The woman grinned, her eyes widening slightly. "Your aura is different from everybody else's. You're not here for the money, are you?"

Before you could answer, another voice sounded through the speakers, telling all players that the second game was about to begin. As quickly as the woman appeared, she was gone again, leaving you behind confused and slightly startled.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings, making out a few already familiar faces - including Gi-hun and In-ho. You bit your lip, contemplating your next move. It would be unwise to approach him directly. If Jun-ho's report was accurate, In-ho was nothing like the man you used to know anymore. What if he felt threatened by your presence? What if he snapped?

Using a fake name was only a small part of your act. You had to be the woman whose name you were carrying. It was easy when you were still without memories. Now, it was more than complicated. What if you messed up? In-ho was smart, a former high ranking member of the Police. It would be easy for him to debunk your charade if he wanted to. Damn it, why did he have to pose as one of the players anyway? It complicated things to an impossible extent.

"Hey 371! Come on, let's get going," you heard as you were pushed down the stairs gently. Looking behind you, you saw Player 388 smiling brightly at you. "Right," you nodded, letting him lead you down and outside to follow the guards to the next room.

"A playground?" you whispered as you took in the scenery around you. "It's as nostalgic as it is morbid."

Your mumbles remained unheard between the voices of the other ones - and Player 100 who apparently only possessed the ability to scream. The recipient of his ranting was Player 456 again. "That poor guy," you chuckled dryly, shaking your head a bit.

"Players, welcome to the second game. We will begin shortly." Everytime you heard that voice through the speakers, your insides clenched painfully, for it never brought any joy or good news. "This game will be played in teams. Please take the next ten minutes to divide into groups of five."

You cursed quietly. Teams? There was no such thing in this place. Nobody really knew each other, nobody could be trusted; even more so since you still did not know which game you would play this time. How would you ever find good, reliable team mates? What if your team mates let you down and you would all die? What if-

"Hello again," the familiar voice from before spoke to you once more. 388.

"Hi," you answered with a small smile. "Looking for a team to join?"

"Uh, no, actually," he stuttered, rubbing his hands nervously, "we have a team, but we need one more member. If you're interested," he lowered his voice slightly, "we have two Marines and the guy who already won the games," he grinned.

"And...? Who else?"

"Oh," he answered quickly, "the guy who beat up those other two yesterday."

In-ho.

Two marines, a former winner, and a former Policeman. That was probably the best team you could find in this place. Without hesitation, you took 388's outstretched hand and followed him to your new team.

The three men looked at you as 388 approached with you in tow. "This is... 371," 388 said proudly, "a... uhm..." "Taekwondo Instructor," you continued the introduction for him.

"Remind me not to mess with you then," the voice that was still terribly familiar to you said. You would recognize his voice anytime. Chuckling lightly, you bit your lip and willed yourself to look up at him again. He outstretched his hand to you slowly as he spoke up once more.

"Welcome to the team, 371."

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oya-oya-okay · 7 months ago

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my PINNED post

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OYA BIRTHDAY EVENT!?!? Please read carefully!🧡🧡🧡

There are less than two months left until February, so I wanted to use this so that everyone could participate if they wanted to!❤️🧡 This is an "event" in honor of my birthday (and my sister's @hagi-clvnk)

What should you do to participate?

Draw Shuu and Azul in pajamas together! Use your imagination and do it your way~~!!💥💖💖💖💖 Here are the designs that I came up with. Choose any of them or come up with your own!🤗💕💕

It will be fun to see if you come up with a design for Azul yourself. His birthday is February 24th, so let's see who will be close to the canon in his new Birthday card👀

@mellowyellow236 ITS GORGEOUS💥💖

You can come up with anything!💕💕 They can play board games, fool around and have pillow fights, watch movies, sleep together, dance, hugging, kissing, ANYTHING. BUT NO 18+ Thank you!!❤️❣️

+!!! They can be anywhere lol not necessarily in the bedroom Azul/Shuu🤗

There will be 3 winners!!! And what will they get?

THE FIRST WINNER WILL RECEIVE A COMIC or two drawings!

The comic will consist of 2 pages✨✨✨ You can come up with and show me the storyboard you want. The main thing is to come up with an idea and text for the characters! The comic can be in color or black and white like a real manga🛐❤️ I promise, I will try for you and it will look neat!! And if you don't want a comic, you will get 2 drawings!🤗💕💕💕

THE SECOND WINNER WILL RECEIVE A FULL-FLEDGED DRAWING!

THE THIRD WINNER WILL RECEIVE A BLACK AND WHITE DRAWING!

I will ONLY draw: ‼️TWST!‼️ Only 2 characters, canon x canon, oc x canon, romantic, platonic

There won't be another one! JUST THIS!

How will I choose the winners?

I will probably focus on the scale of the work done and on what I really like. In any case, if I'm in doubt, I'll use random!🧡💖

Thank you so much for reading to the end!😭😭😭😭 I appreciate it❤️💗💕 I hope you were interested!! I wish you good luck and lots of inspiration!🤗💖💖💖💗💗💗

list of participants - #oyaBday

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eponinexxvii · 1 year ago

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Break up prank w/ the House Wardens

characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus (separate) x gn!reader

warnings: none? this isn't angsty btw, i can't write angst so these are just varying levels of unserious

notes: thanks for participating in the poll besties 🫶 ngl when i first hit post, i truly thought no one was going to respond so i'm so thankful for everyone that voted 💕 as always, my inbox is open and i hope you guys enjoy

#eponinexxvii #twst #twst x reader #twst smau #twst fake texts #twisted wonderland smau #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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ghostlyferrettarot · 4 months ago

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( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨MY PAGE ANNIVERSARY GIVEAWAY! ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨(Closed)

Hey everyone, Kat here! 💖🎉

I'm so excited because we're celebrating my Tumblr page's anniversary! 🎂✨I cant believe its been a year since i open this account. And as a thank you for all the support and love you've given me during this time, I want to give you all something special.

I'm giving away a free full tarot reading of your choice, and you can choose the type of reading you want! 🌙🔮

˚ ༘⋆🛍️｡˚ How to enter?˚ ༘⋆🛍️｡˚

🌟 You must follow my page to stay up to date with all the news.

🌟Comment "I'm participating" on this post to count as an entry.

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Giveaway dates:

🗓 The giveaway will be open from February 19th to February 26rd.

🗓 On February 28th I will announce the winner! (Post of the winner)

This is just my little thank you for your constant support. Thank you for being here, for your energy, for every comment and every message, I love you so much! 💕 Without you, this wouldn't be the same, and every day I feel more grateful for the community we've created. 🙏

So you know, get involved and good luck! 🍀 I'm so excited to share more with you. 🌟✨ See you soon <3

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cyberpunkaddict · 7 months ago

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The deadline has passed. Ty everyone for participating. Until next time. ✌️

CP2077 OC Gifs Giveaway part 3

Hello! 💕❤️

"It's that time of year." 🎵🎶 I'd like to give you some Christmas gifts, so I’m doing another Cyberpunk 2077 OC gifs giveaway.

I'll pick 1 random person (using a random number generator) from the likes on this post and make some gifs with your OC(s). 📸 And no worries, as always it doesn't matter if you use mods or not.

If you wanna see more examples of my gifs see this tag #cyberpunkaddict.gif.

💕 Rules

Like this post by December 18 2024.

Feel free to reblog if you want to, but it’s not a requirement.

💕 Thank you!

For the 999th time... Ty for everything! Cyberpunk 2077 will forever have a place in my heart. ♡

Gifs starring @drunkchasind's Devon, @lilacmox's Venia, and my OCs Jolea, Villiam and Vanessa.

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berryliciousjam · 20 days ago

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☀️Midas' Blessing☀️

To tell you the truth, I always loved

The golden warmth that embraces us.

Even if we had to expose the skin and sweat,

To bathe in the artificial blue. If the sun

Explodes, I hope we melted into one.

Hey everyone. It's good to be back after being gone for a long time. So much happened during that period, but to summarize: Academics + Personal Issues = No time.

When I saw that there'll be a Morph thing like before, something came over me I was like, "I HAVE to participate in this. Even if I have so many plans during my summer, I will do this!"

I don't know what else to say other than thanking those who waited for my return—especially my mutuals here in the Morpherine fandom. Every now and then, I think of you all. 🫶💕

See you in the next post! Thank you again, and it's good to be back!!! 😚💗✨️

Tag: @morphpride-2025

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concretejunglefm · 2 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐘... the purge au

This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge. May God be with you all.

Summary: On Purge Night, the most dreaded night of the year, you find yourself among the unfortunate majority stuck facing the night alone, with the task of survival.

Pairing: BO + Matt Dierkes x f!reader (referred to as bunny)

THIS IS A FIC CONTAINS DARK THEMES PLEASE CHECK TRIGGER WARNINGS.

CW: heavy trigger warnings for stalking, harassment, assault, violence, blood, guns, fear play, gun play (simulated oral by reader), dubcon, manhandling, murder (minor character), mask kink kinda (?), threats of violence (to reader), boot on neck (to reader), makeshift shiv, choking (to reader), hair pulling, face slapping, coercion. DEAD DOVE.

WC: 3.8k.

AN: usual taglist has not been applied due to trigger warnings, only those who have explicitly expressed being tagged have been. should you wish to be tagged in part 2 please lmk 💕

NSFW below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

TWO HOURS UNTIL THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE ANNUAL PURGE.

As the clock struck five, the entire city began to wind down. Local businesses had been boarded up, while people scrambled to either prepare for the upcoming Purge night, ensuring their safety, or gear up to participate in the event itself.

Realistically, you should have been home by now. You shouldn’t be at work, standing behind a counter, waiting for the next customer to arrive. You should be at home, preparing to lock yourself in and stay safe as you can for the next 12 hours.

Instead, you’re here because of a boss who doesn’t care about your safety, that alone makes you think about joining in on the purge.

As the bell above the door chimes, four men enter the store, parting ways as three of them slowly browse the aisles.

The tallest of the four approaches you at the counter, dropping a few random items he’s picked up from the shelf below: candy, a piece of gum, some batteries, and a lighter.

None of these items seem to belong together.

“Having a good night?” he leans against the counter, resting one arm on it while his eyes briefly dart to your name tag before returning to your face. “Bunny?” It’s not your name, nor is it even remotely similar to what’s written on your name tag, but you manage to suppress a grimace and resist the urge to roll your eyes. After all, your boss had warned you about being polite.

“As good as anyone could be having.” You try to stay composed, focusing on scanning the items he laid out before you.

“Are you planning to purge tonight?” he asks.

When your eyes briefly flicker up, you catch a familiar look in his—the same everyone seems to have today. Something sinister glints back at you, and you shake your head. “It’s not really my thing.”

"And what is your thing?"

You catch him attempting to meet your gaze and deliberately avoid it, clearing your throat as you stand tall with your back straight and shoulders squared. “That’ll be seven dollars and sixty-nine cents.” You won’t let a group of strange men intimidate you just hours before Purge night.

He casually drops a twenty-dollar bill on the counter and swiftly scoops up his items with a single large tattooed hand. “Keep the change,” he says.

You watch them all walking towards the door, exiting one by one. The youngest looking of them lets out a high-pitched laugh—similar to that of a hyena's—before leaving. Just as the tallest of them reaches the door, he stops, glancing back at you. “Have a nice night, Bunny.”

It’s only when the door closes that you release a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Your body trembles as the pounding in your chest intensifies. Something about them didn’t instill confidence in you that their visit was friendly or that they didn’t have some ulterior motive.

You’re tempted to leave early. How would your boss know if you simply slipped away before the end of the workday?

He always knew, thanks to the stupid CCTV camera he installed as a mere deterrent rather than a genuine means of monitoring his staffs safety.

Turning to face the camera, you raise your hand and flip it off, staring directly into its lens. The arrogant man believes he can have you working on Purge Night of all nights and expect you to remain silent. Perhaps it’s not productive, but it does provide a sense of relief to unleash even the slightest bit of anger towards him.

No more customers enter the store before closing. Not only are most of the pedestrians who are still out rushing home before the siren, but you also flipped the sign and locked the door after the group of men left, feeling unnerved. Had it been any other day, you wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but something about them made you feel uneasy, and you could only hope you made it home without crossing their path again.

As the sun sinks below the horizon, a noticeable change occurs in the air—it becomes denser and heavier, as if even the wind is aware of the significance of this evening.

You keep your head down and your pace brisk, but each step through the alleyway feels eerily loud, as if it betrays your location. Some streets are now almost deserted, yet in the distance, you hear the throngs of people preparing for tonight. It’s the quiet before the chaos.

You curse under your breath for considering the shortcut worthwhile.

Then, you hear it—laughter. Not the joyful kind, it’s jagged and mean, echoing off the brick walls around you like a snarl. And when you glance over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of them, the group of men from earlier. Four silhouettes stroll leisurely, as if they have nowhere to be—because they don’t. Not until the siren wails.

The first person to approach you, Folio, wears a grotesque purge mask shaped like a rabid dog. Foam drips from the fangs in twisted detail. He throws his head back and howls, the sound echoing off the buildings and making your skin crawl.

“Puppy’s off the leash,” one of them jokes. A fifth person, Matt, follows behind them. His voice is calm and almost amused. That relaxed tone, somehow more terrifying than if he’d shouted.

“I think our boy has found himself a new chew toy,” Jolly, the second tallest, murmurs with a smile in his voice, the others chuckling darkly.

Noah stands at the center of the group, unmasked like the other, but his expression is far more unsettling—because it’s completely devoid of any emotion. There’s no anger, no joy, no genuine feeling on his face at all. Instead, he appears to be in a state of calm emptiness, as if he’s already mentally transported to another place.

“Not long now,” Nicholas says, raising his wrist to check the watch strapped to it. “Eighteen minutes.”

They begin to encroach upon you, their presence palpable yet restrained, but still causes your breath to catch in your throat.

“You should be home, sweetheart,” Matt says, speaking in a low, sweet voice. “It’s dangerous out here.”

“I’m trying,” you say, trying to sound braver than you feel. “Didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“Funny how that works,” Noah murmurs, eyes fixed on you. “Some things are just… meant to happen.”

A moment of silence passes. Then, Jolly raises a gloved hand and gradually points at you, as if he’s calling dibs. “She’s scared,” he notes. “I like that.”

Folio’s howl echoes through the air, and they step closer. Instinctively, you retreat, only to find yourself cornered against a wall. Escape seems impossible, yet there are still eighteen minutes to go.

You can’t recall when the siren’s piercing wail first shattered the silence.

Perhaps it was just after Nicholas checked his watch once more, or maybe it was while Folio’s howl echoed through the night, growing louder with each passing moment. Or perhaps it was when Matt leaned in closer, his breath tickling your ear, whispering something you strained to hear amidst the pounding of your heart.

Regardless, at some point, the air was torn apart by that haunting melody, and the world around you descended into anarchy.

It all happened so fast after that. Hands grabbed you, lifted you, dragged you. You kicked, screamed, clawed—yet it felt like battling shadows. They didn’t strike you immediately; instead, they simply overwhelmed you. It was like a wolf pack playfully tormenting its prey.

And disturbingly, beneath the panic, something stirred deep in your core—an involuntary shiver of adrenaline-fueled heat that had no place in this moment. You hated it, resented it… but the fear wasn’t just fear. It curled around something darker, something you didn’t dare name.

And then you were back at the store.

The place looks the same—except it doesn’t. The harsh fluorescent lights flicker to life overhead, casting an unsettling glow on the half-stocked aisles from your closing shift. But there’s something different now. It’s not just a physical coldness; it’s an emotional chill that seeps into your bones. It feels wrong.

Folio casually locks the front door behind them, as if this is just another ordinary night. Meanwhile, Matt drops a duffel bag that you hadn’t noticed before, unzipping it to reveal rope, duct tape, and other things you don't want to stare at for too long.

And then, you spot him. Your boss, lying on the floor in the back corner, bruised, bloody, and gagged. His eyes widen and plead as soon as he sees you.

You blink in shock. “W–what is this?”

“This,” Noah says, stepping behind you and resting his hands on your shoulders, “is closure.”

Your jaw trembles. “I—I don’t—”

“You remember how he made you stay late?” he says, voice soft and low by your ear. “Didn’t care that the purge was starting—.”

Your attempt to pull away from his grip on your shoulders abruptly interrupts him, causing his fingers to dig deeper and locate the pressure point that makes your body sag slightly as you lean into him with a brief, audible ‘ah’ of pain escaping your lips.

“Now, now, Bunny,” he murmurs, his grip firm and unwavering, refusing to let go of you. He forces your body hard against the tile, pressing his boot against your neck—not enough to cut off your breath, but enough to freeze you in terror. “Where do you think you’re headed?”

The pressure makes your pulse spike, causing your body to freeze beneath him—partly due to fear, partly from the strange, forbidden heat that prickles beneath your skin. You detest it, this quiet hum of submission intertwined with panic, but your body doesn’t seem to care about what’s right or safe. It just reacts.

“It’s your choice, bunny; will he live or will he die?” The harsh pressure of Noah’s boot against your neck keeps you pinned to the cool tile floor, your eyes brimming with tears as you stare directly into the eyes of your boss, the man who was more than willing to risk your life on Purge night for his own financial gain.

“Tick-tock,” Jolly chimes, reminding you that their time is limited tonight, and even less for your decision.

“Come on, I’m getting bored,” Folio grumbles, taking another swig from the bottle of beer he’s retrieved from the shelf.

Behind his gag, your boss begs and pleads for his life, but you’re frozen, your mind buzzing with thoughts that prevent you from speaking. Even when you open your mouth, no words come out; instead, a high shriek escapes as you hear the ringing sound of a gunshot and witness the splash of blood that explodes from the side of his head, staining the floor and walls with a dark crimson hue.

As Noah releases you from beneath his boot, your body starts shaking. Tears well up in your eyes, and you let out choked sounds as you begin to heave. Turning away, you drag yourself across the floor, trying to escape from them.

Even as you bury your face in your arms to let out your sobs, you can hear them laughing—Folio’s hyena laugh piercing through the loudest.

You lift your hands, covering your ears, desperately praying that this nightmare will end.

Up until now, it had all been a game. They had been taunting you, and no one had gotten hurt, not really. You even began to feel guilty for the stirrings it caused within you—a twisted sense of thrill. But they hadn’t killed anyone, not in front of you, not until now.

Suddenly, you’re acutely aware of your own mortality and their ability to dispose of you by the end of the night.

Is that their intended plan for you?

After you stop sobbing and heaving over the mess in front of you, you pull yourself to a corner, drawing your knees up to your chest as you try to calm yourself down.

Fortunately, they mostly leave you alone.

Nicholas approaches you a few times, offering you water. Each time his cool grey eyes meet yours, you swear you detect a hint of compassion. It seems almost foolish to believe, considering what you’ve already witnessed from them tonight.

The second time he approaches you, you don’t flinch this time. Instead, you choose to be brave and confront him with a stern glare. “I need to use the bathroom,” you murmur, your voice barely audible.

“What?” he asks, prompting you to repeat yourself even louder this time.

“I’ll take her,” Noah offers, appearing behind Nicholas. Your eyes briefly flicker up to him, and your heart races.

“No,” Nicholas dismisses him. “Folio can take her.”

He calls for Folio as Noah reaches down to grasp your arm and pull you up to your feet. It’s as if you’re a rabbit, being passed between the pack, each waiting its turn to take you between their jaw and devour you.

“Yeah?” Folio calls back, cocking his head.

When Nicholas announces that he’s the one on bathroom duty, a slight smug grin spreads across his lips. He reaches out to pull you away from Noah’s grasp and guides you towards the back of the store, where the customer bathroom is located. With a smirk in his voice, he calls back to them. “Don’t worry—I’ll bring her back in one piece, probably.”

As you enter, he pushes you towards the cubicle and as you attempt to close it, he abruptly slams his palm against it. “Nu-uh, you leave it open.”

“I’m not going to pee with you watching!” You huff, crossing your arms in defiance, his piercing gaze meeting yours before he relents.

“Alright, I’ll turn away, but you leave that door open.” He commands, and you watch him remove the hyena mask he had previously worn, which now rests atop his head. He places it back over his face before turning around, implying that you now have privacy.

With his back turned to you, you catch a fleeting glimpse of the sheath of a hunting knife hanging from his belt. For a moment, you ponder whether you actually have the time to sneak up behind him and seize it. You’re not foolish enough to think you’d have the strength to do so, but with the adrenaline coursing through your veins—

“Everything alright back there? Sounds pretty quiet.” Folio interrupts your thoughts, and you shuffle backward, dropping onto the toilet seat as if you were actually about to pee.

“I can’t say that I'm comfortable peeing in front of someone.”

Even though the muffled sound of the mask obscures it, you can still hear that hyena laugh. “Aw, Bunny’s shy?” he coos mockingly. “Trust me, sweetheart—you’ll get used to an audience.”

While he’s busy talking and mocking you, you discreetly slip your hand down your top and start fiddling with the edge of your bra. You push and twist it against the metal tip of the underwire inside, feeling it pierce through.

Your fingers tremble as you slowly pull the metal wire out, your eyes fixed on the back of Folio, hoping he won’t turn around. Finally, you manage to free it, twisting the metal until it snaps.

You hold your breath, silently praying that Folio didn’t hear the sound.

Unfortunately for you, he’s the kind of hunter who catches even the faintest of sounds. His head snaps around and turns back in your direction. “What do you think you’re doing?” At that very moment, he lunges at you.

Holding up the now jagged metal fragments from your underwire, you retaliate with the intention of piercing them through the eye holes of his mask.

You hear a cry, and he stumbles backward, growling as his chest heaves. “Fucking bitch.” You gasp as he reaches for you, his hand instinctively coming up to your throat and closing around it.

There’s that familiar sensation again—a surge of heat in your stomach, accompanied by guilt and shame. You know you shouldn’t be feeling this way right now, especially not as his hand tightens its grip around your throat.

He pulls you towards the sink, bending you against it and forcing you to look at the reflection of both of you in the mirror as he stands behind you, pinning you against the porcelain.

When he removes his mask, you notice where you managed to catch him with the metal wire—the scratches along the bridge of his nose and one near his eye. Although it wasn’t precise, it was enough to ambush him.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he growls against your ear as his hand tightens around your throat. You feel his body pressed against your back, and you want to scold yourself for the strange sense of excitement coursing through you.

At that moment, the bathroom door swings open, and you manage to catch a mere glimpse of Noah out of the corner of your eye. “What’s going on in here?” He calls out to you both, his tone laced with annoyance.

“This,” Folio holds up a piece of the metal underwire you had attacked him with. You hadn’t realized that amidst the commotion, he had snatched it from your grasp, before pinning you against the sink.

Noah holds the wire between his fingers, observing it with a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Little bunny thinks she’s sly, doesn’t she?”

You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, drowning out the conversation between them. Suddenly, Folio releases his grip before you feel large, rough hands on you. They pull at your clothes, giving you a rough ‘pat down’.

You’re too preoccupied trying to regain your breath now that Folio has released his grip, to resist, even though you feel Noah unhooking your bra through the fabric of your shirt and pulling it out, tossing it aside.

“Since you no longer have any potential weapons, let’s return to the party, shall we?” Noah grasps your scalp, tangling his long fingers in your hair, and drags you out from the bathroom, back into the main area of the store.

When you scan the area, you can no longer see the limp body of your former boss. You assume they disposed of him somewhere, somehow. But all those thoughts are pushed from your mind the moment you’re pushed down onto your knees. The hard tile floor bruises you down to the bone, making you whimper.

“She was being a spoilsport,” Noah explains, your eyes briefly darting up as you notice them all gathering around you. His fingers start to gently caress your scalp, a stark contrast to the rough manner in which he had previously handled you. “Why won’t you play with us, Bunny?” He coos down at you, tilting your head back just enough to rest against his leg as he gazes down at you.

“Perhaps we should play a different game,” Nicholas declares, drawing out a gun and briefly holding it up for you to see before lowering it towards you.

You tightly close your eyes, bracing yourself to hear another shot, just like the one earlier, before feeling the cool metal of the gun press against your lips.

Opening your eyes, they widen in surprise as you meet his cool grey gaze. “Russian roulette,” he declares, pressing the gun against your lips as a cue for you to open your mouth.

Unbeknownst to you, the gun they had used earlier was switched out with a fake one. Still, the fear in your eyes is genuine, and your heart pounds in your chest. What’s even worse is the ache you feel growing between your thighs.

When you part your lips, you observe his features widening in delight as your tongue slides out and around the gun’s barrel, enabling him to press it further to your mouth while his finger moves away from the trigger. “Just like that…” he murmurs, and your eyes dart around, capturing the excitement in their gazes as you begin to imitate the act of sucking a cock onto the barrel of a gun.

It shouldn’t excite you as much as it does, despite their shared approving glances and the praise they shower you with. Yet, you can’t deny the feeling, even letting out a genuine moan as you lick the cool metal. Noah’s fingers constantly stroke your scalp, practically preening over the sight of you. Jolly utters words of appreciation in what you can only guess is Swedish. Folio doesn’t even try to conceal his own excitement, as he palms himself through the front of his jeans. When you dare to look at Matt, there’s a whole new level of appreciation he gazes down at you with, making your stomach flip as if you’ve somehow earned their approval through this twisted ritual.

When Nicholas pulls back the gun, Noah loosens his grip enough for your head to hang forward, causing you to gasp and try to regain control of your senses. Before you can react, Nicholas leans down and meets you face-to-face. “That’s a good little pet.”

Instead of accepting the praise, you feel an overwhelming urge to retort, “You’re animals.” You hiss.

It’s as if he takes a moment to process your words, stretching his lazy smirk slowly. “If we are then, why are you wet right now?”

Your eyes widen in embarrassment and realization at his observation being right. You can already feel the fabric of your underwear clinging to you, and the heat between your thighs is palpable.

Instead of reacting in a way they would anticipate—you being compliant, you gather saliva in your mouth and spit it directly into his face.

The reaction is immediate, a sharp blow to your cheek that sends a jolt of pain through your body. Your head whips around, crashing against Noah’s leg, his fingers still clinging to your hair, preventing you from flying further due to the force of the slap.

You brace yourself for the pain of another blow before Matt’s voice pierces through the chaos. “That’s enough now. We can’t have her too beaten up, or they won’t take her, will they?”

At this revelation, your eyes widen in confusion, trying to comprehend Matt’s reference to ‘they’. You’ve heard rumors about the deals that are made on Purge night, but you’ve never experienced being in the thick of it. Usually, you’d be safely tucked away in your own home, but tonight, they’re determined to drag you out into the chaos and carnage.

“W-who are you talking about?” You look up between them all, waiting for an answer, but your question is ignored. They only exchange knowing smirks and Folio mumbles a hyena giggle, clearly delighted by whatever plan they’ve set in motion for tonight.

Finally, Noah speaks, lifting you from the floor and grasping your neck tightly and possessively, sending shivers down your spine. “You’ll see, Bunny. The night is just beginning.” He purrs, guiding you and the rest of the group towards the store’s back. Exiting through the fire door, you find yourselves in an alleyway where a car awaits you.

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marsprincess889 · 7 months ago

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💎Goddess essence game💎

⚔🏔🌊🦢🌸⛰🌋🧊

Based on astrology and my intuition💕

For people who identify as female, feminine or just want a peek into their feminine energy

🤍We are all goddesses on Earth, walking among other goddesses, hiding in plain sight behind the seemingly mundane life of this world🤍

I'm going to try to give you a type of goddess(es) that is most similar to you in essence. They can be from any pantheon, and I won't limit their number. Each response is going to be highly individual, so it's very open, and keep in mind that each deity is a unique force, so no matter which ones someone else recommends, you have to go with the one that feels like home to you, the one that you think is right.

Rules:

Send your vedic chart with nakshatra placements visible via asks

Reblog one post from my masterlist

Reblog this post

Be patient please🤍

No anons, obviously

Check status before sending the ask

This is a very uplifting and pressure-free game so, I can't have people who rudely correct me and my response to someone else's ask. If you have a different opinion then please, state it politely and if you feel bad about my response to your ask, then feel free to explore mythology on your own, you don't have to agree with me or anyone else.

If my mutuals participate I'll probably be kicking my feet😍

If you want to keep your chart private you can send it via dms💕

CURRENT STATUS: CLOSED

I don't want to keep closing or reopening. Somehow once I think that there will not be anymore participants and close it, people who missed it appear😭 so this is your last chance, and please share this with anyone you think would want to participate.

EDIT: Please send feedback via asks afterwards. It does not have to be long, just honest and respectful. 💕

Also, thank you to everyone who takes their time to comment on my posts, in comments or in their reblogs. Feedback means so much to me, even just simple acknowledgments that you enjoyed it😭🥰 thank you so much. This is my reward to you.

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squidwriting · 6 months ago

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#2: Ddakji and Paengi Chigi

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⇥ Pairing Hwang In-ho x fem!reader

⇥ Warnings Spoilers for Season 1 & 2, angst, violence, graphic descriptions of injuries & death

⇥ A/N: My goodness, thank you for all the feedback and support. I didn't think this would blow up the way it did. :') Hope you enjoy! 💕

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"Attention! The team selection period will end shortly."

His hand was warm as it wrapped around yours gently, squeezing it ever so slightly. "Thank you," you smiled at In-ho again, before slowly pulling your hand away. When the timer beeped, the guards ushered everyone to the center of the two large rainbow tracks. The teams sat together, waiting for whatever would happen next.

"The game you will participate in today is a Six-Legged Pentathlon. Team members will start with their legs tied together. At each ten-meter interval on the track, one member of the team will play a mini-game. If that player wins, the team can move on to the next challenge."

You cursed quietly and dropped your head. There were no adequate words to describe how much you hated games like these growing up.

"The mini-games are as follows: Game one, Ddakji. Game two, Biseokchigi. Game three, Gong-gi. Game four, Paengi Chigi. And finally, game five, Jegichagi. You will have five minutes. To win, you must complete all mini-games and cross the finish line before the time runs out. Now please decide which player will be assigned to each mini-game."

"...fuck," you cursed again, biting your lip. 388 jerked slightly, looking at you with big eyes. "Sorry," you mumbled, inhaling sharply. Before you could say anything else, 390 spoke up. "It's good that we got a woman," he beamed, looking at you. "You can play-"

"Ddakji," you cut him off dryly. "My fine motor skills leave much to be desired." That was a blatant lie, but nobody could know that - except for In-ho. He watched the exchange with stoney countenance. Apparently, he had perfected his pokerface over the years.

"I can play Gong-gi," 388 spoke up after some hesitating. 390 opted for Biseokchigi, 456 for Jegichagi. "I'll take Paengi Chigi then," In-ho said, smiling a bit for once.

Ddakji and Paengi Chigi.

Involuntarily, you let your mind wander. Back to better and easier times, warm summers full of fun and laughter. In-ho and you grew up in the same neighborhood, and much to your parents' chagrin, you spent most of your freetime outside, doing and playing things that were not necessarily "for girls" as your mother always stressed it - not that you cared.

There was not one day of summer, when you would not come home with dirty, sometimes torn clothes. Those were the best days. Hours of tag, hide-and-seek, and ojingo - no matter if it was sunny or rainy.

On bad days, you played this. Six-Legged Pentathlon.

You never liked that game. Those were the times where the boys would pull at and drag you along with their hands and feet. The ropes always dug into your skin, leaving behind sore burn marks which your mother would scold you for later.

You were always on the losing team because you messed up during your turn. Naturally, being the girl, you had to play Gong-gi. Goodness, how you hated Gong-gi. Nobody cared if the dice were too big and your hands too small to catch them all. You messed up. That is what mattered.

And then, one day, you were on In-ho's team. He never asked, what the others wanted to play. He was the one who decided. "You'll play Ddakji," he had said with the biggest grin on his face, "and I'll do Paengi Chigi."

Ddakji and Paengi Chigi.

You did not remember if it was during one of those summers that you decided you would marry him. Your mother claimed so at least...

"Hey, are you still with us?"

"Huh?" you asked, clearly startled. 388 laughed and nudged your shoulder. "Don't worry. We have a strong team. We will live to see another day."

"I'm not worried," you answered, stretching your neck to look at the team that was currently being shackled together for the first round, "not for us."

"Then what's wrong?" In-ho asked, looking over at you from his spot. He sounded so calm and nonchalant, but when you looked at him, you saw his eyes telling another story. They sparkled with curiousity, and... mirth?

"Nothing," you mumbled, shaking your head and looking away from him again. "I just wondered if I ever played something like this when I was a child."

They all frowned at you. Before anyone could pry further, a shot was heard - signalling the beginning of Round 1. Everyone watched with anticipation, cheering the teams on - some loud, others in silence. You looked around slowly, finding some of the players so cheerfully engrossed in the game, it seemed like they forgot what was actually happening. This was not about winning or losing - it was about living or dying.

"A miss in Biseokchigi will eat up a lot of time," In-ho said quietly, facing 390. "Is this supposed to help anyone stay calm?" you asked frowning. In-ho merely turned away again to continue watching the teams. What on earth was he doing?

Meanwhile, 388 had collected some pebbles from the ground, practicing Gong-gi diligently. "Dae-ho," 390 spoke up, looking back from the team on the rainbow track, to the younger male, "practice the flip."

You watched in silence, admiring the way his hands threw the small stones and caught them again with ease.

"Dae-ho?" you said quietly, catching the man's attention. "Uhm... my name," he grinned awkwardly, "Kang Dae-ho."

"Ah," you smiled in response, "Ryu Soo-Yeon. Nice to meet you."

Your interaction did not go unnoticed. In-ho watched quietly, emotions bubbling up in him that he had not felt in a very long time.

So, that was why he did not catch your application for the games - you used a fake name. Probably the one you took on when you left Seoul and dropped off the grid 10 years ago. Damn it, he cursed internally, willing himself to focus on the game - just like everyone else. If only he had caught your stupid application. He would have made sure you would not participate in the games. No harm would come to you.

What were you doing there anyway?!

It was tearing him up on the inside. You should not be there. You should be outside, safe and-

Gunshots ripped him out of his thoughts - time was up, both teams were eliminated. "Oh god," you whispered, looking away from the gross scenes that were playing on the tracks.

Ever since he saw you the day before, he had been battling the urge to walk over to you and take you into his arms. God, he missed you. But you did not miss him. You did not even remember him.

It had been the first time he saw you, ever since that day of the accident. At first he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. His beautiful wife in a place like this?

But here you were, in all your glory. You were still as gorgeous as the day you two got married. Even the faint scars on your face could never change that.

"It's alright," he whispered after a long, painful silence. Slowly, he made his way over to you and as if he were pushed by an invisible force, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him.

Your breath hitched slightly; his touch was still so familiar to you, and you just wanted to melt into his embrace. Trembling hands settled on his waist before you wrapped your arms around his middle slowly. Being held by him after all these years felt so good...

Two more deafening shots rang through the arena, making you jump lightly. "What the hell," you muttered, looking over at the guard who just shot into one of the coffins. Shaking your head quickly, you took a step back. "Thank you," you mumbled, a small smile on your lips. He smiled back at you and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear; just like he had always done it. Out of instinct, you almost leaned into his touch; he was too close. If he would continue, you would surely slip up and-

A new round started, dragging everyone's attention to the teams that were now competing in the race. Quickly, you turned away, to better see what was happening.

"I can't watch. It's making me anxious," 390 said, rubbing his forehead harshly. "They're good," you answered, unable to tear your eyes away from the five making their way around the track. They had finished four stages in record time, and even though you still remembered the dire situation you all found yourselves in, you could not help but cheer with the others. Together, you spured them on, chanting, raising your fist. Even In-ho joined in, and when they finally crossed the finish line, all of you erupted in joy, screaming from the top of your lungs. You two held onto each other, laughing and rejoicing to see the first winners of the day. Almost, as if you were not in danger.

Almost as if your life had continued like it was never disturbed in the first place.

You looked up at In-ho and allowed yourself one moment to admire him - the man you fell in love with all those years ago. The man you promised to stay with, no matter what would happen.

If only you had kept your promise.

Maybe life would not be so complicated then.

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mirohlayo · 1 year ago

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Your writing is so beautiful and amazing! I reread it everyday and spend hours smiling! May I please make a request for either Charles Leclerc or whoever you want! Can it be getting married but it is a planned elopement (no guests, just the two of you)? I am very shy and the thought of getting married in front of a crowd makes me want to cry from fear. Please and thank you!

First of all it's you who's gonna make me cry like omgg love youu so much it's so sweet 🥹💕 I took a little time (I'm genuinely sorry), but here it is! I'm not the best at writing about weddings but I tried my best. Hope you are going to like it !!

"I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH TOO, CHARLES"

( what if running away from your marriage was ultimately the best idea? )

warning : mentions of stress/anxiety, fear of crowd, all fluffly

note : i wrote this in like 45min so it's not the best thing i've written. i also used some french words but it's just affectionate surnames.

word count : 1.3k

It was finally the big day. This day that you were waiting for so much, this day that made you smile in an absolutely exceptional way. It was the promise of a new chapter, of the exchange of your heart with that of your soul mate. It was the promise that you were going to spend the rest of your days with the one who makes your heart beat a little harder every day.

Everything was planned. Absolutely everything. The ceremony, the vows exchanged, the alliances, the witnesses and therefore of course the guests. However, although the guests were all intended to participate in your wedding ceremony, you were not of the same mind about sharing this moment so important and precious to you with a crowd.

You weren't the most comfortable with people. Being very shy and reserved, the simple idea of having to present yourself hand in hand with your partner in front of all these people made you nauseous, and you also found yourself holding back a few tears of anxiety and stress from rolling down your cheeks. , when your maid of honor was doing your makeup.

Charles knew this very well. He was aware that his fiancée, and soon to be his wife, had problems with crowds and feeling comfortable in front of so many people. And for him, there was no question of this magnificent and wonderful moment being ruined by the fear that the looks of others provoke in you.

He wanted everything to be perfect. May you feel comfortable, happy and filled with happiness and love. It was his role, and it always will be, he would do anything just for you.

So, while all the guests had gathered in front of the aisle that you were going to go down in a few seconds, while all these witnesses were exchanging laughter, secret conversations, Charles approached you, hidden behind a magnificent and large tree .

His eyes softened at the sight of you, and his hand gently caressed your cheek. “It’s time, mon amour.” Your eyes were bright, because a few tears of joy were already threatening to fall on your face. You nodded quickly while smiling, your heart at peace. "You're just...perfect. You look so beautiful in that dress. I'm the luckiest man alive." He added, your beauty never ceased to give him the impression of admiring a divine being.

“But where have the bride and groom gone??” A voice louder than the others came to tear through the incessant conversations of the guests, giving way to panic because you were not present to walk down the aisle. People were panting, panicked by your absence. Everyone seemed to be looking for you everywhere, and footsteps were getting closer to the tree.

Charles’ eyes widened as a wave of stress suddenly hit you. Your future husband noticed this, and his eyes were terrified that you would feel bad and anxious during this day. Then he intertwined his hand in yours, and just this gesture soothed the irregular beating of your heart. "It's okay, mon coeur. I've got you, don't worry. Breathe with me."

He took a deep breath and encouraged you to do the same. The air that infiltrated your lungs made you more peaceful. A fairly close sound of a leaf suddenly came to tickle your ears. And without you having time to react, Charles dragged you with him, hand in hand, far from all these people.

“W-wait Charles!!” His hand in yours pulled you towards him as he ran, under the cherry blossom petals that were falling again. And it's as if time seemed to stand still, during that moment. As the sun's rays came to rock your faces, a big smile appeared on your lips as you continued to run to keep up with your fiancé.

Guests would run up to the tree to catch up with you. But it was already too late. All they could see was the magnificent scene unfolding before their eyes. As the gentle breeze caressed their hair, they saw in the distance two young engaged couples madly in love with each other, escaping their wedding ceremony, hand in hand, a huge smile on Charles' face as 'they heard the sweetness of your laughter.

They looked like two children, but two children who were simply happy and completely in love.

You couldn't help but feel light. Light and free. You were running away from your own wedding ceremony with your lover and it seemed so unreal that you felt like you were living in a romantic movie. But the look that Charles gave you during this flight warmed your heart. Because you could see tears forming there, and quite simply all the love he has for you. So you too could no longer.

You couldn't hold back those tears of happiness anymore, as they fell freely down your face.

“It suits you so well, mon amour” Charles brushed against your fingers, where his engagement ring was on. This ring was simply sublime. It highlighted you, just like Charles's.

Sitting next to your husband, your head resting on his shoulders, you enjoyed the sunset and the breeze that made you shiver. You still had your wedding outfits on, and you really looked like two crazy people who had escaped an arranged and predestined marriage. However, it was the opposite. It was the romantic elopement of two people who wanted to do as they pleased.

Still, you couldn't help but be torn. What if your husband wanted a real, traditional wedding ceremony, celebrated with all the guests? You sighed deeply and Charles noticed it. He looked at you questioningly, and you lowered your head, somewhat ashamed.

"I'm sorry. We eloped from our wedding and it's just... maybe you would have preferred that we didn't elope and had a traditional wedding. With all the witnesses and guests." Some tears threatened to flow down your cheeks again. Not because of your words. But by the gentleness with which Charles entwined his hand in yours, and gently lifted your chin so that he could admire you.

All his gestures were fluid and full of love. Just like his gaze, which admired you in an absolutely exceptional way. As if you were the most beautiful wonder in the world. "Don't apologize, y/n. I'm so happy, you have no idea how much. So happy to have run away to your side, to have left this wedding ceremony behind us." He blinked away the few tears on your pink cheeks. "I just want you to be happy. To see you smile, to laugh. And you did it today, thanks to this escape. I'm so happy that we ran like two idiots, and especially to have given you this ring on my finger. If I had the chance, I wouldn't change this day in any way, because it was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. The most beautiful day of my life."

You nodded rigorously, a big smile plastered on your face. Your heart melted at his words. "I'm finally going to be able to spend the rest of my life by your side, and you have no idea how much I can't wait. I love you deeply and sincerely, my heart. I love you so much."

“I love you very much too, Charles” You happily said.

This beautiful day, this beautiful wedding ended with Charles kissing you as if it was the last one he had the right to do, as if nothing mattered anymore. His lips desperately sought yours, as this kiss sealed the promise of a bright future filled with love and hope. A future where Charles will end up living his life by your side, and a future where you will remember this incredible memory of your marriage union.

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