#quad camera

[kissmyfilm]

Relearning childhood hobbies in adulthood | June 2024

[vmantras]

Realme P3 Ultra 5G Review: Design, Performance & Features

The Realme P3 Ultra 5G is a smartphone that merges a bold new design, cutting-edge hardware, and software refinements to offer a unique experience in its category. Let’s break down every aspect in detail. 1. Design & Build Quality – A Glow-in-the-Dark Marvel Lunar-Inspired Back Panel: Realme introduces a world-first glow-in-the-dark lunar design, where micro-sculpted star-like particles absorb…

[topurologist]

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[caninecutiez]

vixcamgirl reader?? 👀💕

content warnings › exhibitionism. clit play. strap-on usage. vi being referred to as ‘puppy’. lots of praise. bit of aftercare towards the end.

“are you guys ready?” you preen at the recording video camera, smiling big and bright as your fingers fiddle with the frilly lace that lines your panties. “I don’t think y’all are.”

you’ve been teasing your fans about your partner for a while now. and, it’s safe to say they’ve grown impatient with your consistent secrecy. a barely in-frame photo of her beefy arms, a picture of your sitting on her abs, and whatever other dirty shit you can dig up in your gallery. they need to see the real, full thing.

it only took a few anonymous messages, and some much needed reassurance from your girlfriend, to bring her on.

the chat spams messages at your playful mockery, though a few do manage to catch your eye.

pussylicker666: yes yes yes~!!

butchbitch: BRING HER ON NOW.

bbcstroker3: she a man?

choco3756: I bet she’s so hot..

cultcoochie: she got a bush? do you wash it?

you call violet over with a jerky nod of your chin, reaching a hand out to grab hers and dragging her forwards once she doesn’t willingly step into frame. she grins nervously at the flashing device; looking like a shy school girl despite her wide, muscular frame.

“soo, everyone! this is violet— or, well, vi. my girlfriend.” you introduce, crawling onto the bed behind her to drape yourself over her back, feeling all over her muscles possessively. warm lips meet the side of her neck, and she jumps. letting out an apprehensive giggle at the sudden affection. “she’ll be joining us for today.”

vi flushes at the fingers coming up to squish her cheeks, making her lips pucker out adorably as she whines out for you to stop.

“come on, baby. say hi to the people.” “..hi.”

everyone, including you, relish in her shy tone.

quickly maneuvering to sit down beside her, you show off the toys you might be tonight using to your viewers. from small vibes to ridiculously large dildos. most, if not any of them, wont be. usually, camgirls don’t do this. but, you like to keep your fans in the know. not wanting them to get bored and unfollow. though, a little surprise is good every now and then.

your girlfriend looks understandably skittish, even though she willingly agreed to this. you gave her the entire run down from the moment you asked her about it; told her you’d stop the stream with some bullshit excuse if she were to ever hey too uncomfortable with what you were doing.

“are you ready, honey?” your syrupy voice drizzling in her ear makes her recoil. violet gives you a shaken nod, making a cute little “um” as your palm presses against her binded chest. easing her back to rest on her elbows.

“yep! yeah, ready.” she gasps, followed by a strained chuckle as you unbutton her jeans. she watches your fingers fiddle with the latches with unwavering attention, only looking away once her boxers were revealed. stupid, spongebob print boxers.

you giggle at the sight of the ironic pair of underwear, giving her a raised brow of amusement before slowly dragging them down her fat quads. she could’ve changed them before coming on here, but oh well.

vi flusters under your questioning look. leaning back against the headboard so she can cover her face with her arms, sighing out soft noises of displeasure. a little “stop it” leaving that mouth. what else could she have worn? it was wash day for christ’s sake!

you raise her legs for her when she doesn’t, tossing the soiled garment away with a sickening giggle. allowing the tense limbs settle back into a comfortable position, you slowly ease them farther apart. exposing her soggy, matted bush for thousands of perverted eyes to see.

“look at how wet she is.”

the girl beneath you lets out a small moan of discomfort as you spread her swollen lips apart with your index and middle fingers, showcasing her pretty pink insides to your fans as thick globs of grool ooze from her painfully obvious tight hole. traveling down between her ass cheeks, past her anus, to then create a small puddle below. it almost has her hand between her legs to try and cover herself up. but you wouldn’t be having that.

being on live video is fine, sure. whatever. but, do you have to exploit and embarrass her?

“i swear she’s always like this..” you mumble, leaving her puffy, hairy lips alone to then brush your thumb over the pearl of her massive clit. which is peeking out between her folds to greet the audience. “..oh- and look who came out to say hello.”

violet squeaks as your unwavering touch sets off fireworks in her belly, abs clenching and twitching as you caress the throbbing nerve bundle with little care. it has her hips jerking upwards, searching for more friction where there is none.

“ah, please-“ she mutters, instantly regretting what she said. the chat raving on about her pitiful response.

you want to be mean to her, desperately. but, this is your first stream with her. so, you guess you could be a bit nicer. a bit more lenient.

“oh, oh!” a subtle blush blossomed on her cheeks as you nudge yourself deeper between her legs, pulling her lower half onto your lap to begin steadily stroking over her sizeable clitoris. which was twitching and pulsating beneath the supple pad of your pollex. reaching around with your other hand to reposition your phone and angle between the both of your intertwined bodies

her socked toes curl in on the soles of her feet, quiet mumbles of pleasure growing to that octave you’re so very familiar with. gooey arousal drips onto your clothed crotch, the heat of it making your pussy throb to life. panties dirtied with an obvious wet stain on the front.

the startings of an orgasm swell up in her gut, muscles stiffening to the point of an intense cramp. just as she’s about to experience that saccharine release, you snatch your hand away. causing your sweet girl to let out a little cry of despair. she was just about to come.

“‘m sorry, baby.” you croon hushedly, kissing away the tears that are surely bubbling at the corners of her eyes. such a whiny, pathetic girl, she is. “I gotta put on a good show.”

violet sniffles, but nods nonetheless. letting the fire in her belly snuff out before you start the seemingly endlesss assault of edging her.

tear stains streak her rosy face, lips quivering in a pout, brows furrowed as yet another climax slips through her fingers. she’s feeling unsatisfied, yet overstimulated. unfamiliar from how fulfilled she usually is when she’s with you.

just one touch sends her flying back against the wall, flinching away from a singular brush of your knuckles. her poor clit is matching the natural color of her hair, looking as if it’s got its own heartbeat from how hard you’ve got her throbbing. her cute little asshole clenches tight whenever you bring her to the brink; only to drag her back off the ledge with adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

“aww, poor puppy.”

violet wails as your fingers drag up her slit, gathering her slick and spreading it across her inner thighs and lower stomach. defiling freckled flesh from the waist down, skin glistening with her own mess.

butchbitch: don’t be mean :(

d4ddysgirl: give the dog a treat! she’s been good :c

the comments encourage you to give her a reward, so, you might as well. right?

you purr at the weeping girl beneath you, kissing away saltine teardrops as your delicate palm caresss her inner thigh; keeping her nice and districted as your other hand finds the toy box set off to the far right. pulling out a matte black leather harness and sparkling galaxy dildo. a present your girlfriend had given you a while back.

her eyes flutter shut when you tongue invades her mouth, her own pushing out to meet yours in a sloppy tango. large, scarred hands grab at the back of your neck, burying themselves in your hair as she tries her best to keep you close.

she can’t hear the faint click of the metal buckles over the wet smack of your lips; only aware of what’s going on around her once the bulbous, manmade head of your cock nudges her leaking hole. her legs would’ve snapped shut, if it weren’t for your waist being in the way. squirming backwards to run from the impending doom that is your cock; standing tall and proud between your thighs.

“ah, hey—“ violet squeaks, breaking away from the kiss in a panic because that damn thing is way too big. “—I can’t take that!”

“yes you can.” comes your unavoidable encouragement, the obnoxious chimes of donations hitting your bank account filling the ringing silence. this’ll probably one of your biggest streams, yet. “I know you can.”

you’ve got to keep the show rolling.

“you’re my good girl, yeah?”

she eventually nods with a pitiful hiccup, trembling limbs reluctantly spreading wide as your reach back down; spreading her slick along your cock like lube. she’s wet enough for it, embarrassingly.

“I’m your good girl.” she agrees, raising her hips as you drag a pillow below her lower back. you’re going to give the audience what they want in due time, but damn your girl being uncomfortable. her ankles lock around your back as you slide your dick through her folds, the smooth silicone against her pussy doing numbers on her nerve receptors.

her spine locks in a rigid arch as you guide the head down to her narrow entry way, slowly pushing the girthy mass in with quiet concentration. your brows furl as she cries, pressing a hand down on her tense tummy to make sure she doesn’t try to escape again.

fat pussy lips stretch over your cock, the loud squelch of you invading her insides make her wanting to curl up and die on the spot. this isn’t the first time you’ve had intercourse, no. but it damn sure feels like it.

vi’s fingers scramble to try and pry your hands off of her, but you just smack them away. contemplating restraining them behind her head once you’ve bottomed out. her bitching and whining have only gotten louder, and that’s only gaining you more and more viewers from stream shares and recommendations.

“good girl, vi. take it for me, baby.”

her tight cunny clings to the thick dildo, preventing you from pulling out too far as you slowly rock your hips back and forth. the stinging pain everytime your tip crashes into her cervix excruciating, yet blissful.

blunt nails drag down your forearms to leave scorching red lines in their wake, body set alight with ecstacy as your pace slowly accelerates. one of her eyelids has fallen heavy; jaw dropped loosely, tongue lolled out against her bottom lip and slippery with drool. she looks like one of those girls you’d find in a poorly animated hentai video. and you’re loving it.

“everyone seein’ this?” you hum, reaching back for the webcam and holding it in unsteadily. focusing it on violet’s pornographic expression as you somehow fuck yourself deeper into her twisted insides, the tip just a bit away from breaching her womb. the expertly carved veins rub deliciously against her g-spot. and, it’s then, she knows it’s over.

“isn’t she so pretty? getting fucked like a dog.”

she can even think to hide herself as the pressure in her stomach reaches an all time high. sobbing into the air as a mindboggling, soulshattering orgasm shreds through her very being. vi’s face scrunches in what seems like pain as she gushes around your cock, throat stuttering to let out a deep, choked up, howling, moan she can barely get out.

a few more agonizing thrusts to work her through elation, and she’s beggging for you to pull out. cunt sore and raw from the beating it’s been through. you know good and well she’s done with sex for the night.

slowly drawing your hips back, you try to be as careful as possible. even as she’s blubbering and coughing beneath you. you worry, in the back of your mind, that your viewers haven’t had their fill. which would mean that you’d stop racking in checks. but, you were pleasantly wrong.

you didn’t really have time to look at your phone, but you knew they were sending something good. or hoped, at least.

“you did such a good job, baby. such a good job.” your praises are like a morning bird’s chirps to her. leaning into your warm chest as you wipe her up with dampened washcloth, already prepared before even hitting the on switch.

once she’s cleaned up and ready for bed, you give a curt goodbye to your fans. turning off your camera and the phone it’s connected to, tossing them on the dresser to be forgotten about for the rest of the night.

she’s almost asleep, lashes fluttering as her eyes struggle to stay open. you can’t blame her, she’s been through some intense shit.

“going to sleep?” you ask, laughing as she nods and rolls her head onto your shoulder. soft snores soon filling the otherwise quiet air; save for the tv you just turned on, and the faint whirr of the air conditioning. she clings to you like a baby koala would hang onto its mother, not letting you move an inch away. it’s just too comfortable and her body’s already immobilized with exhaustion. “annnnd she’s out.”

in some way you manage to wiggle your way under the sheets with vi still on top of you, slowly pulling the covers up and draping them around you both. this would probably be the best rest she’s had in forever.

“sleep tight, honey.”

[cleromancy]

tim drake 🤝 inspector javert

[harrysfolklore]

oscar piastri being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON | oscar smau

Oscar Piastri was known as the introvert and reserved driver on the grid.

While other drivers basked in the spotlight and didn't shy away from sharing details about their personal life, Oscar often preferred to keep his privacy.

However, when it came to his girlfriend, it was a different story altogether.

Oscar was what people called "a total simp" when it came to his girlfriend, always bringing her up in interviews, promo videos and casual conversations, and fans couldn't miss the opportunity to make several compilation videos and tiktoks about it.

The most popular one was called "Oscar Piastri being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation" and the 15-minute long video was filled with moments that made fans both awe and laugh.

It started with the clip of the first time he publicly talked about her during a podcast interview, rumors about him not being single were spreading around but nothing was confirmed.

"I do have a girlfriend, yeah," Oscar said, a small smile playing on his face.

"You're not very public, aren't you?" the interviewer asked.

“We keep it to ourselves and try to be out of the spotlight and just live normal lives,” he replied, “We have been dating for over four years now, she has been there for me since the start of my career and I couldn't imagine my life without her. She's my biggest supporter and keeps me grounded.”

The next video showed Oscar and Lando sitting next to each other wearing their McLaren shirts, filming a game called "Green flag or Red flag."

"Picky eaters," the interviewer asked and Lando immediately waved the green flag.

"He's a very picky eater that's why," Oscar said, making Lando laugh, "But, what if they eat fish, cause you hate fish."

Lando dramatically raised the red flag, making everybody laugh again.

"You wouldn't date a pescatarian then," the interviewer said.

"No," Lando shook his head, "They shouldn't be here."

"My girlfriend's a pescatarian, actually," Oscar said, looking at his teammate with a raised eyebrow, "I'll pass that on to her.”

"Noooo mate!" Lando immediately shook his head, waving his hands in mock horror, "Don't tell her I said that, I don't want to be in trouble with your missus! She's a lovely girl."

"She is indeed, but I don't think she'll like you very much after this."

The next segment was from his "Day in the Life" video with Quad Lock, where Oscar gave fans a glimpse into his daily routine. In one particular clip, he was in the kitchen making breakfast.

"So, this is where the magic happens," Oscar said with a cheeky grin as he poured pancake batter onto a hot griddle, "My girlfriend loves pancakes, so I make them every Sunday. It's become sort of a tradition for us."

The camera then panned to a candid shot of his girlfriend, who was sitting at the kitchen island, sipping coffee and smiling fondly at Oscar. She blew him a kiss, which Oscar caught with a playful wink.

"There she is, sitting pretty while I play housewife."

The next clip in the compilation was from a press conference, where a journalist asked him how he manages to stay focused with such a demanding schedule.

"Having a supportive partner really helps," Oscar said earnestly, "She understands the pressures and the demands of the job. She’s my rock and makes everything a lot easier."

"Does it get hard for her when your schedule is too busy for your relationship?"

"My schedule is never too busy for my girlfriend, I always make sure to make time for her. That's why we've been going strong for four years now."

Another McLaren game with Lando was included, this time they were playing Finish the Lyric with Taylor Swift songs.

"Do you feel confident about this game, Oscar?" Lando asked his teammate.

"I do, actually," Oscar nodded confidently, "My girlfriend is a huge Taylor Swift fan so I know a lot of her songs."

"We should get your girl to come and play then," Lando teased.

"She'd probably beat us both, hands down. But I'm not giving up just yet." Oscar chuckled, shaking his head.

The compilation video then transitioned to a moment in the McLaren garage before the first quali of the Hungary Grand Prix. Oscar was off to the side, chatting with his girlfriend, who had joined him for the event.

They seemed to be in their own little bubble, Oscar's attention completely focused on her and his smile wide as he listened to her talk. The camera captured a sweet moment where he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about their relationship and fans absolutely melted at the interaction.

The next clip showed Oscar at a fan event in Australia, hundreds of fans gathered to meet the drivers and see them up close, Oscar was answering questions from the interviewers when he suddenly addressed one of the fans in the front row.

"I've got a girlfriend, thank you," he said into the microphone, making everyone laugh but look confused at the same time, "For everyone wondering, she just asked what my number was," the crowd laughed again even louder, "But I'm a happily taken man. You're nice but I'm not interested."

In that same event, he got asked what did he miss the most from the UK when he was back in Australia.

"My girlfriend," he immediately said, "Other than that the food is better here, the weather is better here. So my girlfriend, that's it."

The following video was also a fan interaction, this time it was a fan recorded video while he was signing stuff for those waiting for him as he arrived to the paddock for the Austin Grand Prix.

Oscar was signing autographs and taking pictures, when a fan handed him a photo of him and his girlfriend from a race weekend.

"Oh, this is a great picture," Oscar said, grinning as he looked at the photo. "This was taken at Silverstone, right? It was her first time at a race with me. She loved it."

"What's her favorite part about the races?" The fan smiled and asked.

"Probably the adrenaline and seeing me in action," Oscar chuckled, "But she also loves hanging out in the paddock. She gets along really well with everyone here."

The next clip showcased Oscar during a Twitch stream, where he was playing a racing simulator. His girlfriend walked into the room, and the chat exploded with excitement.

"Hey, love," Oscar greeted her, pausing the game.

"Am I interrupting you?" she softly asked.

"Nope, come here," he encouraged to come closer, "Everyone, this is my girlfriend," she waved at the camera, and Oscar wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into the frame. "She's the reason I'm still sane," he joked, earning a kiss on the cheek from her.

The video included one of everyone's favorite interactions between the couple, captured by McLaren's instagram team.

Oscar had just finished a quiali, earning a P2 position, the camera caught as he reunited with his girlfriend who threw her arms around his neck as soon as she saw him.

"Hiii," he shyly said, a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

"You did such a great job, baby," she said, still wrapped around his arms, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"I couldn’t have done it without you cheering me on," he replied, his voice soft and genuine.

The final clip was from the FIA Prize Giving ceremony, Oscar stood on the stage, dressed in a sharp suit, the Rookie of the Year trophy shining in his hands.

"First of all, I want to thank my team, McLaren, for believing in me and giving me the opportunity," Oscar began, his voice steady but emotional, "But most importantly, I want to thank my girlfriend. She's been my rock through it all, supporting me every step of the way. This award is as much hers as it is mine."

The camera panned to his girlfriend, sitting in the audience with tears in her eyes, smiling proudly. The fans watching the livestream couldn't help but gush over the touching moment.

As the compilation ended, the screen faded to black with the text, "Oscar Piastri: The Ultimate Simp, and Proud of It."

[healthyplanet]

QuadAir Drone Reviews

The term "QuadAir Drone" is not specific or widely recognized in the drone industry. It appears to be a combination of "quadcopter" (a type of drone with four rotors) and "air drone" (which refers to any unmanned aircraft that operates in the air). Therefore, it can be assumed that a "QuadAir Drone" refers to a quadcopter or quadrotor drone that operates in the air.

Quadcopters, also known as quadrotors, are a popular type of drone characterized by their four rotors arranged in a square or X-shaped configuration. These drones use the differential thrust of their rotors to achieve stability, lift, and maneuverability. By varying the speed and direction of rotation of the individual rotors, quadcopters can perform a wide range of flight maneuvers, including hovering, ascending, descending, and tilting.

Quadcopters are widely used in both consumer and professional applications. They are favored for their versatility, stability, and ease of control. They are equipped with various sensors, such as accelerometers, gyroscopes, and barometers, to provide stability and orientation control. Additionally, quadcopters often incorporate advanced features like GPS navigation, autonomous flight modes, and high-resolution cameras for aerial photography and videography.

[silentwisher-feed]

Mastering Pixel Binning

Introduction to Pixel Binning Pixel binning is a technique used in digital cameras and smartphones to improve image quality, particularly in low-light conditions. It involves combining information from multiple adjacent pixels on a camera’s sensor to create one “super pixel.” This process reduces the overall image resolution but provides several advantages, such as improved low-light performance,…

[prkhaven]

(TEASER) MONEY POWER GLORY -l.hs, p.sh-

pairing— athlete!heeseung x journalist fem!reader x athlete!sunghoon

status: release date TBD (currently working on)

genre: smut minors do not interact, angst, slight fluff, athlete au, hockey player!sunghoon, basketball player!heeseung, athlete rivalry, p with plot, p with feelings

wc: estimated 20k

taglist: open — send in ask or comment to be added

— full warnings and smut warnings within actual release —

“Our star players”

Staring at the large group picture hanging dead center in front of you, you zeroed in on the two distinct males standing side by side. Both showcasing not even a crack of a smile as they looked straight ahead.

Your soul withered as you took in their gaze.

Shifting over to the male on the left, you could see he was sleek, clothing neatly arranged—draping over his body that accented his proportions perfectly. Slender legs that popped out by the strikes of muscles lining up from his calf all the way up to his knee where a peek of his quads showed hiding beneath the rolled up sweatpants.

The long navy blue sleeved shirt pushed back by his arms resting behind his back, his chest pumping out through the fabric. His face relaxed but stoic but his blaring eyes stared right into yours while the few spec of moles scattered around his face that you were thankful the camera managed to pick up on.

“That’s Park Sunghoon, pretty good looking right?” You felt a jab at your side knocking you out of your daze before looking over to your side at your boss smiling at the picture with a sparkle in her eyes, “Doesn’t really talk much but his career is set to only rise up from here on out”

Looking away from here and back to the picture, you observe to the male on right this time. Arms stiff at his side, a clear steer away from the male at his side but he held a sharper yet softer look with his big and round eyes that were filled with a wonder in them that stirred something in you.

His hair messily disheveled, poking out in different directions but still effortless on camera. The captured sweat sliding down from his chin down his neck to trickle down to his flimsy tank top that outlined his body, all while he wore baggy basketball shorts that reached to his knees.

Your finger crumbled against your palm when you noticed the outlining of muscles on his arms tracing from the front of his biceps to the back on his tricep.

“And that’s Lee Heeseung” Your boss’ tone shifted into a heavy sigh with a hint of restriction in it, “More outspoken but keeps to himself most of the time but his career…” She sucked a breath as she stared at the male

“It’s promising. So damn promising” She muttered in a whisper before clearing her throat and patting your back with a firm manner that woke you up from the cold daydream you were in

“Can’t wait to see what you create with those two” Her voice squeakier than normal as she teared her gaze away from the picture and back to you

Seeing her toothy grin settled an unease feeling into the rest of your stomach but you pushed that aside and gave a quick smile.

She retracted her hand away after giving one last pat on your shoulder, “It’s a good thing what you’re doing. Choosing to step up when you know this is out of your paygrade” She hushed just for you to hear before walking away without another glance

Your jaw clenched uncomfortably moving your mouth side to side as a shiver ran up your spine causing a shudder of disbelief.

Holding back a roll of your eyes, your hands balled into a fist to shake yourself out of it. You looked back to the large picture of Lee Heeseung and Park Sunghoon, your publications soon to be biggest achievement and success story come to life that hung for all the office to see it in all it’s pride and glory.

Two proud aspiring rising stars in the making that you now have the luxury and privilege of getting first hand knowledge on them.

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[ruruumin]

hi!! I came across you and I thought your work is really amazing!! This is my first time asking something like this haha but for everything a first :) I really love figure skating and I was wondering if you could make a oneshot or any headcannons of the reactions of blue lock characters haha (mostly rin nagi and sae)! (sorry if I made some mistakes, English is t my first language)

ice, ice, baby!

₊˚ ᗢ blue lock various x figure skater! reader.

⤷ what kind of relationships rin, sae, and nagi (separate) would be in.

itoshi rin

“if you’re going to do something, do it with your entire heart.”

rin met you when he was only ten years old. you were his next door neighbor with a feverish dream to become the best figure skater in the world. although it may have been one of the loftiest dreams anyone might hear, he believed in you the same way you did for him. and together, he will see you perform all over the country, with him in arms waiting.

so when a cold rainy day comes and the two of you were walking home together under a shared umbrella, he wanted to say something. but you beat him to it. standing in front of your door, you turned around and smiled, saying only two things: i will be leaving to russia tomorrow morning to train with a new coach. 

this first part came as a no brainer to him, of course you would leave. just as sae did a few months ago, you were beginning to flap the wings you were blessed with. however, the second part was what kept him on his toes, heart punching up to his throat: and i love you, rin.

after departing in the morning, he would stay up late to watch your performances on television. even when he had early practice, it was complete habit to see you on screen. your presence on the ice was unmatched by many of your cohorts in russia. cold and calculative, yet free flowing. like a confident stream you graced the fields with a polished play. alongside a perfectly timed quad axel, it placed you right at the top of the world.

the ultimate power couple. when you’re at the kiss and cry, you’ll say his name to the camera before blowing a kiss. meanwhile, whenever he scores a goal, he’ll raise his fist in a catching motion, bringing it up to his lips as he hides his faint smile behind his hand. your performances will always be dedicated to each other and it drives the press mad (rightfully so). 

when you return to japan, he’s the first person that you see at the airport. in only a matter of seconds, with his extremely long legs and speed, he is wrapping his arms around you tightly, inhaling your scent as he lays his head on your shoulder. 

he would immediately take you back to all your favorite places. during your time away, he had taken a multitude of pictures and sent you dozens of instagram reels of cafes. now that you were here in his arms, it made going to them all the more real (or maybe not, with you sitting in front of him, enjoying a mont blanc and latte, it feels like the perfect dream). 

sleeping in the same bed as him had never felt any better. while you knew him to be a drooler, you would have never expected him to be clingier than a koala. he is keeping you flushed against his chest the entire night. if you think about getting water, he will follow you with arms tangled with yours. 

itoshi sae

“i’ll carve my name into ice while you all watch in awe.” 

the only other person with the same amount of arrogance as him was you, a rebellious teenager he found on the streets of spain. you tried to pickpocket him on his first day in the country. instead of reporting you to the police, he asked you one simple question that changed the trajectory of your life: if you had the chance to do anything, what would it be?

some people viewed you as a lost cause in the figure skating world. having started extremely late compared to your other peers, your name was rubbish and caked in dirt. however, it never stopped sae from coming to see you after every practice, watching as you practiced your spins and salchows underneath the dim lights of the arena with a coach he’d hired. to him, you were a diamond in the rough that just needed a push.

he didn’t think much about your relationship until it was late at night. you were walking back with him to a hotel, face covered with masks to avoid intruding paparazzi. it started off with small talk, like family and friends (you learned he had a very cocky but sweet brother back in japan), but it quickly diverged into something more intimate that had the two of you walking into his room with intertwined pinkies.

when it came time to perform in the qualifying rounds, you had plunged the stadium with wails and tears. overcoming the country’s beloved skater by a wide margin, you stood above everyone, head raised high as you pointed up to the cameras, hardening your gaze as you mouthed sae’s name. you must have known he was watching from the corners of the locker room. 

the world of figure skating was going to change with you, a new generation skater that rose from nothing. 

sae feels immense pride when it comes with you. even though there were many curve balls thrown in your direction, whether it be from bad press or his persistent fanbase, the smile you hid beneath the covers reassured him that you were going to stick it out. nothing in the world could compare to the happiness you felt when you were with sae. because with him, you knew you could do anything.

dates typically consist of fancy meals or sightseeing trips. he isn’t particularly drawn to these activities himself, but what motivates him is the thought of treating you to something new. whether it be a pretty dessert from down the street that costed an arm and a leg, or seeing the stars as you walk along the beach, he’ll dedicate a huge chunk of his income to letting you see the world in its fullest.

matching photocards on the back of your phone cases. sae uses a clear one so he can flip his phone around and stare at you before every game. while some think he’s admiring your smile (as beautiful as it is), he’s actually sees you as the perfect rival to his games. although you were both in different sports, the two of you constantly pushed each other to your limits, showing the world what it means to be the very best. 

nagi seishiro

“there is no point in anything if you aren’t going to have fun.” 

he wasn’t interested in figure skating until he came across one of your performances on youtube. it was really early into middle school when he started watching you. one of the reasons why he started was because you skated to a lot of his favorite songs from video games he liked. the second reason was because you looked like you were having fun. 

unlike most figure skaters he’s seen, you made the sport look enjoyable (he thinks everyone else looks extremely constipated when they’re too focused). with a beautifully confident smile, you danced across the ice, performing triple axels and a perfect biellmann spin. you skated as if you truly loved this sport, and this was the selling point for him (maybe this is when he started to be called a certified fanboy).

when he arrived to blue lock, the first thing he wanted to win back was his phone so he could keep up with your recent uploads. even when you aren’t posting something figure skating related, your miniature q&a sessions were entertaining enough to keep him awake for the rest of the night, much to reo’s dismay (he wanted to sleep early for once).

the best thing reo had gifted him were a pair of tickets to see you perform at one of the biggest skating rinks in the country. nagi was almost shaking in his seat in excitement, eyes wider than saucers when you stepped into the arena with the prettiest outfit known to man. you blew kisses and waved to the audience, giving them your signature smile. you suddenly stopped in your tracks to deliver a long kiss in nagi’s direction, something that sent him into an early cardiac arrest.

your relationship with him blossoms after seeing him at the local convenience store. the two of you had awkwardly reached for the same cup noodle. even though you were dressed in a simple, oversized black hoodie and a mask that hid half of your face, he easily recognized you by the sound of your voice. nagi’s phone would have dropped to the ground if it wasn’t for you catching it midway. when the screen lights up with a picture of you as his wallpaper, you smile and type in your number, throwing his phone back to him as you take the cup noodle and leave.

you and him would text consistently. after every practice he would immediately rush over to his phone to see if you had left any messages. expect a lot of back and forth photos. nagi’s pictures consisting of things he saw that reminded him of you while you sent him photos of yourself at practice or a recent choreograph. 

imagine how shocked your youtube fanbase is when you show up with your 6’3 boyfriend who barely shows up on camera because hes too tall for your tripod. you’re teaching him how to ice skate and although he started as a wobbly giraffe, he easily picked up a lot of tricks. he might not be the best at doing jumps but his footwork was impeccable (you like to tease him about switching careers but he lazily replies with his face in your shoulder about how much work it’ll be). 

[thatsrightice]

Let me paint you a picture.

There are approximate 150 people that work in my department, most of us situated in an open concept office cubicle layout.

As of today and yesterday, due to it being a holiday week, there are literally 9 people that didn’t take off of work.

I might never take these two days off ever because I am in heaven.

The lights have yet to be turned on, though there’s a handful of emergency lights and I’m situated beside a window so there’s enough light where it’s not total darkness. I‘ve got my hood up on a hoodie that I usually can’t wear because it’s technically not business-casual attire. I’ve got my headphones in and I’ve got no work for me to do, so what do I do?

I write fanfic in an unsaved notepad like the hoodrat I am.

I HAVE ANOTHER SLIMAV FIC IDEA and i CANT WRITE IT rn because i’m at fucking work

[justhereforsubsevika]

Can you make a uninterested!reader x persistent sevika? Or uninterested!sevika x playful/persistent!reader! [ i saw your post about the lack of asks for sevii<33

Fluff, maybe a bit nsfw

Sevika is just silly ok. Coworkers au, sevis in a lower position than you

"Hi, hi hello." Sevika ambushed you again, third morning in a row. When you entered the building at 7am sharp you heard the heavy thuds of Sevika's dress shoes, the butch sprinting to be the first person to talk to you. She smiled and fumbled with something in her pocket, making you sigh impatiently and drum at your briefcase. "Look, look." She pulled out your favourite flower from her blazer, like a shit magician, and shoved it into your chest. "You liiiike it?" She asked, swaying on her feet and smiling expectantly.

"Sevika, very kind. I'm not going to go out with you. We've spoken about this- there's a pre existing power dynamic here. Its unprofessional." You spoke sternly, giving her the speech you were forced to rehearse at 6.45 everyday in your car. "I didn't say that, I asked if you like the flower." She mumbles, her hand fiddling with the carabiner on her belt loop.

"I like it. Thank you Sevika." You lift her hand to your lips and bow your head slightly, making her jaw go slack. "Shut your mouth, you'll catch flies." You quip as you go to your office. You can feel Sevika's eyes burning holes into your ass as you walk.

*

Lunch time and theyre all out of pastries. Damnit. You complain to a peer and go back to your desk. Half an hour later and Sevika uses her butt to push the door in, her arm occupied with cradling a huge brown bag. "What now.." you groan, leaning over your desk and sitting your chin on the back of your tented hands. "No pastries, sooooo.." she tips up the bag and neatly packaged pastries topple out. There had to be at least 20 on your desk, every one different. She must've gone into a pastry shop and said "yes."

You tut and shake your head, chuckling when Sevika starts arranging them by size. "Sevika, too much.." you giggle, hand reaching out to grab your favourite. "Ah you like that one. Okay. Ill just bring that one next time."

You smile at her and nod to your door, but she stays put, hand smushed against her cheek as she watches you take little, modest bites. "Why do you eat like that?" She asks plainly, eyes fixed on your lips. "Like what?"

"Your bites are tiny. You eat like a squirrel or something." She grabs a croissant and starts mimicking you. You cant help but laugh, making her beam, her teeth ridden with bits of pastry. "Get out of my office!" You squeal, and she leaves with a laugh.

*

10pm. Fuck. You stayed way past your leaving time. You were fucking exhausted, your legs turned to jelly. Wearing heels from 6am until 10pm wasn't for the weak, and, in this moment, you were the weak.

You struggled to the end of the corridor, about to press the button for the elevator when Sevika's unmistakable fingers pressed it for you. Those thick fingers. You looked up at her and scowled. "Why are you still here?" You questioned, grabbing her forearm for a bit of balance. "I was waiting for-"

"Sevika, i cant make myself more clear. Do I think you're attractive? Yes. Would i hop on that in any other situation? Yes. But I could lose my job, or at least be demoted, if I got into it with a subordinate."

She was stunned for a second but then leaned into your body. "Love it when you talk dirty." She murmured sarcastically. She lurched forward, your hand slipping from her forearm to her bicep. You squeezed and...jesus christ. Maybe she was worth endangering your job.

"You think im attractive?" She whispered against your neck, your breathing picking up as you searched for cameras. You seemed to be in a blindspot, but your nerves were far from steadied. The elevator dinged and you pulled her into it. You looked up at her. Rested on the railing. She stood between your legs, your thighs forced apart by the sheer size of her quads. She looked at you heavy lidded, taking your breifcase from you and setting it down. She grabbed your hand and swiped her thumb across the back of it, making it seem like she knew everything going on in your mind. It was a deep understanding. An understanding you felt even more as she leant down to peck your forehead.

She carried you to your car and put your bag in the boot, waving you off as you drove away. You told yourself it was just late, that it was a moment of weakness, a fluke. Deep down you knew it:

you liked her.

These are so short what the gleep guys

[goldenherc9]

A Birthday Surprise: Transforming the Transformer

@transforming-transformer happy birthday hope it been a good one for you! Keep up the great work!

It was supposed to be just another morning. Another day spent scrolling through his favorite transformation blogs, maybe queuing up a few more posts for his own Tumblr: transforming-transformer. His blog was infamous—an archive of wild, reality-warping fantasies. Muscle growth, sexuality flips, race changes, total personality overhauls. For years, he’d curated the wildest transformations the internet had to offer.

But offline, he was just an average guy. Lean, fit, but nothing extreme. More dreamer than doer.

Until today.

A knock broke his focus. Curious, he headed to the door, finding nobody there—but instead, a sleek black box with a bright red ribbon. No tag. No note.

Inside, he found a black snapback stitched with a silver lightning bolt, along with tight gym gear—compression shirt, shorts, socks—all perfectly folded.

He chuckled nervously. This felt like something out of one of the posts he loved. Almost too perfect.

Why not try it?

He pulled the compression shirt over his torso. Tight. Too tight. The gym shorts clung to his legs snugly, and the socks felt oddly electric. Last, he grabbed the snapback and adjusted it backward onto his head.

The instant it clicked—everything exploded.

A jolt of heat roared through him, like liquid fire in his veins. Muscles clenched, skin flushed. His heart hammered.

His legs bulked up first, quads swelling outward, calves thickening as veins pushed to the surface. His thighs pulsed, shorts barely containing their sudden mass.

His core rippled, abs tightening into sharp ridges, while his chest surged outward—pecs inflating fast, stretching the compression shirt to its limit. His arms thickened like balloons, biceps forming peaks, triceps rounding out beneath. Shoulders expanded, cannonball-like. His back flared, wide and powerful.

Every inch of him transformed into thick, carved muscle.

But as the changes consumed his body, something deeper shifted.

Memories blurred. He felt old thoughts slipping away, facts and names evaporating. In their place came something heavier, simpler. Confidence. Ease. No stress. No overthinking.

One thought floated clearly to the surface:

Chad.

Yeah. That was his name. Had always been.

He grinned wide, jaw sharp, posture tall, traps and pecs twitching involuntarily. Of course he was Chad—the school dropout turned full-time gym rat, always flexing, always showing off. College? Nah, that wasn’t him. Books never made sense. But pumping iron? Chugging shakes? Flashing his biceps at the mirror? That’s what he lived for.

Any past life? Faded, irrelevant.

Still grinning, he glanced down at his phone buzzing on the counter. His eyes lit up, instinctively opening up Tumblr. transforming-transformer still existed, but whatever it used to be… didn’t matter now. It was his personal flex gallery. Just a place to dump pics of himself, nothing fancy.

Without thinking, he flipped the camera, snapped a mirror shot—massive pecs bouncing, arms pumped, grin cocky under the snapback.

He uploaded it, tagging it:

#BirthdayGains #MuscleGodVibes #ChadLife

The notes instantly exploded, followers eating it up. He barely skimmed them. Reading too much wasn’t really his thing now. He was here to show off, not overthink.

Another buzz. A DM from an anonymous account.

“Happy Birthday, Chad. You’ve always been this version of yourself. Keep flexing.”

He smirked, phone slipping into his gym bag.

Why dwell on details? He had chest day waiting, and a body begging to be admired.

This was him. This was always him.

And damn, he loved it.

[lottiesgrl]

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲, 𝗻𝗮𝘁, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝗮, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲!

cw: n/a

𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗘

*̥˚✧ anthropology major with a minor in media studies (kinda self-indulgent because of the pictures of courtney with her camera...)

*̥˚✧ criminally rich, offers to pay for literally anything you need. textbooks? don't even worry about it. supplies? she's already bought them.

*̥˚✧ also brought her car to campus and has no shame in driving you anywhere and everywhere

*̥˚✧ takes you to the fanciest places around campus, often with little warning. you'll wake up to a message from her offering to take you to a five-star steakhouse that night and you're like ???

*̥˚✧ for all her grand gestures of love, she enjoys more subtler displays of affection, like giving you flowers she finds on walks or writing you love letters

*̥˚✧ looves to study with you - you two have a favorite study spot on campus that's just secluded enough for you two to steal occasional kisses

*̥˚✧ comes to frat parties with you to make sure you're drinking safely (and to occasionally drag your wasted ass back to your dorm)

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗘

*̥˚✧ undecided but taking courses for like 4 different majors

*̥˚✧ always knows where the best parties on campus and keeps an eye on you the whole time to make sure no assholes are hitting on you

*̥˚✧ bikes everywhere so when she takes you out the two of you have to walk everywhere... that is until she invests in a two-seater so she can ride you to classes and dates

*̥˚✧ you never see her studying but somehow her grades are perfectly fine?? meanwhile you're out here studying 3 hours a day and still can't manage an a in biochem...

*̥˚✧ stealing all her clothes because you like them better than your own. she sees you across campus wearing her leather jacket and texts you to ask how you're enjoying being a thief. she always pretends like she cares but they look better on you anyways

*̥˚✧ you two end up in the same classes and every time you look back at her, she's looking at you

*̥˚✧ asking to come over to "study" but you and her both know it'll end in you making out on her twin xl bed

𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗔

*̥˚✧ english literature major with a minor in woman gender and sexuality studies

*̥˚✧ lives in a single after her plans with jackie fell through and you cannot be more grateful. the one time you made out in your own room, your roommate came in and kicked her out. both of you have since learned your lesson.

*̥˚✧ always in the library; if you need her, chances are she'll be there, face buried into a book

*̥˚✧ loves to walk you to classes, even if it means being late to her own class. those who say chivalry is dead clearly haven't met shauna shipman

*̥˚✧ kevin car-nold did make it to college, but he's a little worse for wear. driving in shauna's car feels like a near death experience every time

*̥˚✧ quality time is incredibly important to shauna. her schedule is often so busy that she cherishes any time the two of you get together

*̥˚✧ wakes up FREAKISHLY early, and you have no idea how she does it. when you wake up at 7 am for class, she's already wide awake, laptop in her lap, working on coursework

𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗘

*̥˚✧ business major

*̥˚✧ plans her classes so she can spend the most time with you. you're free from one to three? funny, her next class doesn't start until three too! (she planned it that way)

*̥˚✧ takes you out on a million picnic dates. sitting on the quad on her cutesy picnic blanket feeding each other strawberries and she doesn't care who sees

*̥˚✧ if she finds a bug in her dorm, she'll call you over to take it outside, even if you live all the way across campus. and you do it every time

*̥˚✧ survives on sweet treats. she'll pout at you for ten minutes straight if you don't go with her to get a treat after class

*̥˚✧ INCREDIBLY jealous when other people get too close at parties. it's ten times worse when she's wasted. someone could ask you where the bathroom is and she'll be stink eyeing them until you two leave

*̥˚✧ is insistent on living with you off campus later on and has an organized pinterest board for every part of your future space together

[handlemehyuck]

hihiii sweet girl, i hope u r doing good!

currently thinking abt bf!hyuck going to every recital ballerina!reader has, and taking her to practice and watching her anytime he gets a chance to.

am i/was a ballerina, yes, when i was 3 and quit the same day 💔 but i love this concept sm

-jumbotron anon

hello hello! thank you! uno reverse <3 we have something in common, jumbotron anon, i too was a ballerina. i might've lasted longer than a day though lol >.<

hyuck dating a ballerina 😭😭😭 this got a little suggestive... i couldn't help myself

now i’m thinking about the nights you take a bath with epsom salt, tired muscles begging for the soothing heat. if donghyuck’s home, he’ll join you in the bathroom, standing on his knees to give you a kiss before settling down onto the soft rug with his right hand in the bathtub. his fingers disappear into the suds, moving them around playfully as he listens to shared moments from your day before finding your quad and kneading the muscle. he watches you with so much love in his eyes. he’ll kiss your forehead, smooth down your brow when the hairs look a little disarrayed, and tell you how amazing you are. how much you inspire him. how much pride is held in his heart for you, but my god how he worries. he’s never told you this, but he’s terrified of receiving a text or call about an injury. every time you call him his heart beats faster until he hears your voice, until he’s sure there’s no cry or break in your tone. it keeps him up at night sometimes bc he knows what that feels like. he knows how mentally challenging a recovery can be, but he also knows that he’d be by your side if it ever happens.

on a happier note, he loves your dance clothes—what you wear to practice. he loves watching you fix your hair in the morning, sitting crisscross on the living room carpet in front of a mirror. you always listen to studio ghibli songs (a detail he finds so endearing and cute), humming, and flexing your toes or lifting your leg into a deep stretch as you go through your little routine. you’ll eat breakfast together around the coffee table every morning you can. you’ll show him videos friends took during practice and melt over his understanding—he’s the first man you’ve ever been with who has an understanding of the technique, immediately catching the intricate movements that are so impressive and reflect your skill and years of hard work. he minimizes how hard you are on yourself bc his eyes sparkle so earnestly. he walks with you inside when he drops you off for the final dress rehearsal, with your duffel bag over his shoulder and encouraging words flowing effortlessly from his sweet mouth. he cries in the audience during your recitals, taking pictures and videos too, or bringing jaemin along to handle his camera so he doesn’t miss a thing with his own eyes. he tries not to cry when he greets you after them. he’s so present. he’s incredible. he’s a heartwarming supporter. you couldn’t have anyone better

and omg :( that meal afterward. you have to get him to be quiet before he announces your achievement to the entire restaurant. imagine him with his elbows on the table, face propped up in the palm of his hands. the warm lighting catches his eyes, making them glow as he watches you with a consuming adoration as you talk about the energy going on backstage, how proud you are of your company. tears fill your eyes when you think back on the months of preparation and how steadfast donghyuck has been throughout all of it. you stand, and his eyes widen, prepared to reach for you so you’ll stay, but instead, you slide into the booth beside him. you're leaning in for a kiss when he’s ushering you out of the booth altogether, so you can slide in first and he can sit on the outside.

“i’m very tempted to make out with you… would our waiter mind?” he looks so good, smells so good, loves you so good. donghyuck deserves kisses.

“probably… should that stop us?” the smallest smile curves his lips, and you nearly whimper over the hotness he's currently radiating. he must do it on purpose, knowing how to rile you up.

sighing, you rest your head against his shoulder and donghyuck chuckles lowly. “can i have you for dessert?”

your boyfriend’s entire being stills like he’s holding his breath, and you sit up to look at him. you brush his hair away from his forehead, clearing the view of his pretty eyes before he shakes his head, clicking his tongue at you. “how am i supposed to enjoy this dinner? are you sure tonight’s good? aren’t your muscles sore?”

you appreciate his consideration, knowing he’s probably right. plus, you’ve been craving pistachio and butter pecan ice cream from the shop around the corner from your apartment. “after dinner, ice cream, but this weekend… everything else. deal?”

he entraps you in kiss that sets off fireworks in your heart and head. he smiles against your mouth before pulling away, booping your nose with his own. “deal.” he gives your leg a little squeeze, sealing his word with a promise just as your waiter returns.

[thedemoninme141]

Her Heartbeat, Chapter 2: Her Touch

Summary: Wednesday did not think she would ever attend someone's wedding in her life, but here she was.

Warnings: EmotionallyConfusedWednesday! Fluff! WednesdayKnockingDownADoctor???

Previous Chapter Masterlist

“Remind me, are you the one who’s insane, or is it the person we’re kidnapping?” You let out a half-laugh, though it was more nervous than amused. “Neither of us is crazy. No one really is, if you think about it. They’re just... a little different from what society considers ‘normal.' " your eyes fixed on Wednesday as if expecting her to hang onto your every word. “Anyway, here is the plan. There isn't much CCTV there, the security sucks, so won't be much problem for you to get in. From 2 to 3 p.m., the patients are always gathered in one of the rooms to watch movies. Our kidnapee is gonna be there.” Wednesday glanced at you, her expression unimpressed. "'Kidnapee'? That’s not even a real word." "Whatever, you get the point. She's always there at that time." Wednesday sighed, her patience already wearing thin. "What's her name?" You hesitated, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Never asked her name. She goes by Little Cupcake." Wednesday rolled her eyes. "Little Cupcake? What is she, some sort of code name enthusiast?" She stared at you, skeptical. "And what did she do to you?" You glanced out the window, your face suddenly serious. "I can't say that right now. But I will show you after we get her." Wednesday huffed, crossing her arms. "Ugh, why did I even agree to this?" She should have turned back at the quad, abandoned this absurd scheme before it went too far. But then again, her curiosity and the thrill of doing something reckless had already hooked her in.

The taxi pulled up in front of the asylum gate. You paid the driver, your movements quick and jittery. "Come on, We don't have much time." You hurried and Wednesday followed. Without a second thought, you ran toward the gate, attempting to climb it in a flurry of clumsy movements. Wednesday watched you struggle and rolled her eyes, how did you even manage to last this long with this iq? Once you managed to perch precariously at the top, you looked down at Wednesday. "Why are you still down there? Come on!" Wednesday sighed, rubbing her temple. She calmly walked to the gate and simply pushed it open. It creaked as it swung wide, and she stepped through without another word. “Oh,” you muttered, embarrassed as you climbed back down. “Right. The gate was unlocked.” "Try not to make this more of a circus than it already is," Wednesday said, her voice flat as ever.

Right outside the door, you turned to Wednesday with a determined look. “Come on, do your thing.” Wednesday narrowed her eyes at you. “What thing?” “You know,” you said, waving your hand vaguely. “Your thing.” “Be more specific,” Wednesday deadpanned. “Come on, you know how you, like, detach your hand and send it off to do stuff for you? Like Mr. Potato Head.” Wednesday’s brow furrowed deeply, her expression darkening. “Detach my hand? Are you talking about Thing?” You blinked, genuinely confused. “Isn’t that... you?” I think it's cool. You know, that… hand thing.” With an exasperated groan, Wednesday shook her head. “Thing is sentient. He’s not a part of my body, and he’s not here right now. I have no such power to detach my own hand.” “Oh…” You trailed off, looking genuinely embarrassed. “So… now what? How do we get in?” “Stay here,” Wednesday commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. “With your survival instincts, you’d be captured within thirty seconds.”

Before you could protest, she had already slipped away. She moved like a shadow blending into the dark corners of the building. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, taking note of the security cameras and guards positioned at the main doors.

She needed to be quick and careful. The last thing she wanted was to get arrested again.

Wednesday spotted an open window just to the left of the entrance, likely leading into one of the administrative offices. She snuck closer feeling the adrenaline she hadn’t felt in ages. Though it is annoying to do it for someone else, it isn't any less exciting.

She moved swiftly through the halls, avoiding the nurses and guards, each step calculated and quiet. As she reached the office, she glanced at the files on the desk, quickly locating a schedule that listed which room the movie session was held in. With the room number memorized, she slipped out of the office, narrowly avoiding detection as a guard walked past.

The room where the patients gathered was up ahead, the faint sounds of movie dialogue echoing down the hallway. Wednesday crept closer, peering inside through a crack in the door. She spotted the patients sitting in rows, all of them fixated on the screen.

Unfortunately, a doctor was still present, overseeing the session.

Wednesday sighed, picking up a steel tray from a nearby table. She crept up behind the doctor,

“Apologies,” she muttered just before she swung the tray, knocking the doctor out cold. The doctor slumped forward, unconscious, as Wednesday tossed the tray aside with a clatter.

She turned to the patients, who were now all staring at her, some with curiosity, others with mild confusion, and some even cheering.

“Which one of you is Little Cupcake?” she asked, her tone flat.

Several patients pointed to a frail old lady sitting in the back, her hair a wild mess of white curls. She had to be in her eighties, her body hunched over as she hugged a worn-out teddy bear. Wednesday stared with utter disbelief.

“Really?” she deadpanned. “Little Cupcake is an eighty-year-old lady?”

The old woman stared back at her with wide, innocent eyes, her fingers clutching the teddy bear tightly. Wednesday sighed, resigning herself to the absurdity of the situation. She had sneaked past guards, knocked out a doctor, and all for this.

The old woman moved slowly, shuffling her feet with every step. Each second felt like an eternity as Wednesday helped her toward the exit, irritation bubbling under her calm exterior. The old lady smiled at her sweetly, completely oblivious to Wednesday's internal fuming.

Finally, they made it outside to where you were anxiously waiting by the gate with a taxi.

Before Wednesday could unleash her wrath on you, the old lady broke away from her grip and hurried as fast as her old bones would allow, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug.

"Y/n, my dear," the old lady said softly, her voice tinged with relief and affection. It was clear now that this wasn’t some random old lady to you; she meant something more.

Wednesday’s anger simmered down, replaced by a confused curiosity. But before she could process this new information, the sharp sound of guards shouting caught her attention. They had been spotted.

“Shit!” you cursed under your breath, grabbing the old lady’s hand and bolting towards the taxi. Wednesday ran behind. She practically shoved you and the old lady inside before diving in herself, slamming the door shut.

“Drive,” she snapped at the taxi driver, her voice sharp and commanding.

“But—”

“Drive,” she repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument. The driver hesitated only for a moment before slamming his foot on the gas, the car lurching forward as it sped away from the hospital. Wednesday glanced back to see the guards falling behind, their shouts fading into the distance.

You were laughing beside Cupcake as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You looked over at Wednesday, your eyes shining with gratitude.

For a moment, Wednesday felt an unfamiliar warmth in her chest, a strange sensation that caught her off guard. It was unpleasant. She quickly brushed the feeling aside, refocusing her attention on you with a frown.

“Why did I just break an old lady out of an asylum?” she demanded, her voice edged with frustration.

“She’s right here!” you chided with a playful smile. “And patience! You’ll find out soon enough. But first, we’re headed to the church.”

The church? Huh... Well, Wednesday wouldn't mind if the lady she just kidnapped is part of some sacrificial ritual.

As soon as the taxi pulled up to the old church, you and Wednesday stepped out. The taxi driver gave Wednesday a cautious glance, still shaken from her earlier threat, and Wednesday rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath about people being so easily scared. But then she noticed Little Cupcake was still inside, sitting serenely as if she had all the time in the world.

Before Wednesday could grill you about the bizarre turn of events, a small group of women in light pink dresses appeared, their faces lighting up as they saw you. They greeted you warmly, thanking you profusely for bringing Cupcake on time. A few words were exchanged about a dress, and the women disappeared into the shed beside the church taking Cupcake with them, leaving Wednesday in a swirl of confusion beside you. None of this was adding up.

“Are we going to continue with this lunacy, or will you explain yourself?” Wednesday asked, her voice cutting like a blade. She didn’t like feeling out of control, and she especially didn’t like being left in the dark.

You just smiled, grabbing her hand before she could pull away. The sudden contact startled her. Normally, anyone foolish enough to touch her without permission would find themselves on the receiving end of a twisted wrist or worse. Yet, her hand remained in yours, a fact that bewildered her more than the absurdity of the entire situation. Why was she tolerating this? Why you? It was disconcerting, unsettling even, the way you seemed to bypass all her carefully built walls as if they were nothing more than sheer fabric.

Inside the church, you led Wednesday towards the pews, still holding onto her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Lucky for you, you’re already wearing black,” you said with a playful smirk. “You’ll blend in nicely on the groom’s side.” Wednesday stopped dead in her tracks, her dark eyes narrowing at your cryptic statement. “What the hell are you talking about?” You didn’t answer. Instead, you slipped your hand from hers, turning to hurry off down the aisle. “If anyone asks, just tell them you’re with the maid of honor,” you called back over your shoulder before disappearing into the back of the church. Wednesday stood there, feeling utterly displaced. This was clearly some sort of wedding, and Little Cupcake must be a guest of some significance. That much was obvious. But why bring her here? Why involve her in this madness at all? She had agreed to assist with a kidnapping, not a wedding. As more guests began to trickle in, Wednesday took a seat near the back, watching as the pews filled with elderly attendees, each one dressed in their best. She felt strangely out of place amidst the soft colors and gentle chatter, yet not entirely unwelcome. It was a peculiar sensation, feeling both an intruder and a tolerated presence. She was used to being the odd one out, but here, she was a part of something without really belonging, and for once, it didn’t immediately grate on her nerves. Maybe her distaste for weddings wasn't entirely justified. She still hates them tho....

She noticed a few of the guests glancing her way, some whispering behind gloved hands, but she paid them no mind. She was more focused on piecing together this bizarre puzzle. Everything felt so absurd, like she was in the middle of some twisted dream orchestrated by you. And then you walked in, and for a brief moment, everything seemed to slow.

You were wearing a dark purple dress that clung to your figure in all the right places, the deep hue making your eyes look even more striking than usual. Wednesday froze, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight of you. She wasn’t used to feeling this… unsettled by someone’s appearance. It was almost as if the air had thickened, like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room the moment you walked in.

There was no other way to put it, and the thought made Wednesday’s stomach twist uncomfortably. She quickly dismissed it. She wasn’t here to admire you. She was here because—because you dragged her into this lunacy. So what is stopping her from leaving? She couldn't find any. Her eyes drifted from you to the figure standing beside you—Little Cupcake, dressed in an ornate wedding gown. The old woman beamed, her joy evident in the way she clutched her bouquet of faded flowers. Wednesday’s eyebrows shot up, and she felt a mix of disbelief and exasperation wash over her.

Little Cupcake was the bride?

Wednesday shook her head, the absurdity of the situation hitting her full force. Of all the things she expected when she got into that taxi, breaking an octogenarian bride out of an asylum was nowhere on the list.

As she stood there, observing, she felt a presence beside her. A man, probably in his late fifties, with a warm smile and eyes that crinkled at the corners. "So, you helped Y/N break Cupcake out of the asylum?" he asked, his voice tinged with both amusement and approval.

Wednesday turned to him, giving a curt nod. The man chuckled softly, his gaze shifting to you and Cupcake at the altar. You glanced back at them with a small smile.

"My daughter really is something else, Pretty sure she kidnapped the groom too." he said, pride evident in his tone.

Your dad huh? He approves of this madness? It must've been where your insanity came from. The ceremony began, and Wednesday was forced to take her place among the guests, still trying to piece together the odd emotions swirling within her. She will talk to you about her part of the deal once the ceremony was done, for now, she is gonna let you enjoy your lunacy. She glanced over at you once more, catching the way you wiped a tear from your eye discreetly.

“Idiot,” she muttered to herself, though she wasn’t sure if she was speaking about you or herself.

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