#like the one i need for every known muscle group in my BODY

[panb1mbo]

i need a fucking stretching class i did like two counts of some basic ballet stretch and i wanted to cry. the relief was orgasmic. i might stand at a whole ass 5''1 now. i swear i grew an inch. that inch was purely my spine elongating.

[gatitties]

War & crack II

—Task Force 141 x young!reader

—Summary: more headcanons with your team as you being chaotic

—Warnings: none

Part One / Halloween special

yeah, I didn't finish my brainstorm and I bring more things from this sudden idea 🫣

─ Listen, you have a lot of problems.

─ And we are not talking about your jokes about death biting your ass anymore.

─ Price's going to go bald before he retires, how the hell are you still alive today? It is a mystery to them.

─ Everyone noticed during a mission where they had to stay in a safe house for a few weeks that you had the same concentration as a fly, empty thoughts behind your eyes lost in a distant point of reality.

─ You looked like another person when you were a simple civilian, Gaz had to pull you so you wouldn't get run over a couple of times for not looking at the traffic lights.

─ Price needs to put on videos of crunchy slime or Subway Surfers so you could hear what he was saying, (Soap won't admit that it also helps him focus).

─ They discovered that you can sleep in any position, seriously, whether it's standing up, in the bathtub, your body bent in an unusual way, now they understand why you complain so much about back pain.

─ Everyone looks in silence when they give you little impulses to do stupid things, like, last time you were walking to see the area and you found a woman walking her dog, you asked her if you could pet it and when she said yes you pet the woman instead of the dog, Ghost dragged you away murmuring an apology.

─ The following days they decided that you would stay at home, they simply fed your stupidity, every time they arrived you received them with the phrase 'where have you been, loca?' while playing a wolf howl in the background.

─ Luckily it was time to return to the base, during the trip you were listening to music, despite having your headphones you had the volume so high that everyone could hear it, Soap stuck to you because he liked what you were listening, the others decided to drown out the noise with some light talk.

─ Once you returned to the base you relaxed, returning to your working state, you focused again, which relieved all.

─ One day they decided that you needed a nickname since everyone had it except you, so they began to investigate your record as a cadet and even your years in the military school.

─ You kicked and fought because you were something else a while ago, but it was inevitable to find an old report where it said that you were violent with some classmates.

─ And in your anger for probably some nonsense, you ended up biting the ankles of a guy, or a group of guys, or even one of your lieutenants...

─ Soap and Gaz cried with laughter because there was a video of what was evidenced and you looked like a rabid chihuahua attacking its worst enemy.

─ Nibbles, at least it was temporary because you didn't entirely agree with the nickname.

— Since you were now known like that, you went from friendly punches to friendly bites.

─ Once you got kidnapped and you returned to the base the next day because your captors couldn't stand having you sing old Justin Bieber songs or listening to you talk about all your obsessions, they tried to cover your mouth but you just kept making too much noise, the information was not worth it.

─ You arrived in the middle of the meeting they had to prepare the rescue, having the courage to enter the room asking who they were trying to rescuing.

─ Price casually replied that they were looking for you until he did a double take, realizing you were there.

─ You were buried in a mass of muscles after the realization.

─ When you're depressed at random times (because you don't understand how your brain works and you feel bad out of nowhere), everyone will quickly notice, like even though you're not the most talkative person all the time, you usually drop some stupid comment, but on your bad days you are simply a piece of flesh and bones that walks without knowing where it's going.

─ The first time they saw you like this they tried to do something to cheer you up, Price gave you a few days off hoping your mood wasn't due to work overload, he even wrote some of your reports.

─ Soap bought stickers and decorations to your liking to decorate your prosthesis, he also told you that he could draw you a design to have your personalized arm.

─ Gaz tried to talk to you but you just didn't want to open your mouth, he chose to just keep you silent company, maybe you hug him, you need a little physical support.

─ Ghost will leave objects scattered around knowing that you would find them, knowing that they were things that you liked or had been looking for (because the poor guy always has to pick up what you forget around the common room).

— Nothing seemed to work until a stray kitten snuck in and lit up your face, so the easy answer was any baby animal would brighten your day, it was free therapy.

— You once dyed the boys' clothes pink by accident, but at least you told them that now they could go see Barbie with you.

— You promised you'd take them to see Oppenheimer, and that's why they agreed.

— You created a group chat just to send shitpost and teach them the meme path.

— Price just leaves it on seen, Ghost has the group muted, Gaz answers from time to time and Soap is the most active, he learns fast about today's shitpost.

— You really resist the urge to trim Price's beard to make it heart-shaped.

— You use the radio to sing parts of songs when you take too long to jump into action, Price scolds you for it.

— You complain that he seems constantly in a bad mood and you open a profile for him on every dating app you know, even on Grindr.

— You found Ghost's profile browsing Tinder and Soap's profile on Grindr... you decided to use it as a weapon in case you needed any favors.

— Gaz caught you red-handed, but you made a deal and he wouldn't say anything if he can profit from the manipulation.

— You hide it like you're hiding war crimes.

— Why does Price have so many likes from single moms?

[alienpossession]

Body a Day 27: Closet

I think it's convenient that these humans can be called in a whim and they will just come with no suspicion whatsoever that I need someone to fix my walk-in closet every single day. Well, I did call different companies in rotation and came up with different excuses or details, but so far, these handyman really proven themselves to be handy bodies to be worn by my people as they entered my walk-in closet with their gears eager to do their work and walked out already wrapped under our control

So after around a month or so, I already built a sizable group of our kind's first colony on Earth. So I couldn't really control the type of bodies of the people I called to come, but I think this blue-collar sector filled with fit people with muscles that is not just for vanity but indeed useful and filled with strength. Some of them walked out gingerly after the possession, but some other just dashed out confidently as if they've never been possessed

A few of them even outlandishly wanted to have sex with my vessels right off the bat after the takeover, it's like as if they directly wired to their human's lustful desire and let it control them rather than they override it, which is disappointing because we shouldn't degrade ourselves as if we're really human. We just used their body because it's easier for us to navigate this planet in their skin undetectable, and well, lucky that we ended up right away in a rather fit compound of people. Let's just say that I punished the morally-depraved right away and force them to be above their desire and not let their dick do the talking

Anyway, the colony that we established slowly yet surely expanded because the work of these blue-collar worker exposed them to the home of the rich and famous around this neighborhood, which is known to be the most expensive zip code in this country. They sometimes left their original vessel to acquire the more socially endowed ones while leaving the rugged empties just a mere husk they can tell to do their dirty work. So, upon looking at their upgrade, you could say that I was inspired to get my very own upgrade, after all I'm the oldest colonist, I need to establish my dominance over these youngins, right?

So, right before Christmas, this huge guy walked in after I asked some help in my bathroom. I never expected such fine older person would casually walk in as this person couldn't be just a regular handyman. But I realized that he came down to my house because my vessel used this guy's service for the bespoke bathroom before.

Being the prideful business owner that he is to the craft and services he provided, he decided to oversee the whole repair process. He came along with this other big, fully-tattooed guy that resembled more of the kind of people that I expected to come instead while the owner could talk his way to me about doing some other renovation in this house that his services can handle. Sizing him up and sensing his strength, the big guy seemed like a tough nut to crack in 1-on-1 battle, because.....just look at the guy, he's easily towered over any of us at 6'5" and that shoulder is as wide as a professional swimmer or something. I glanced around at the hard-working handyman kneeling to fix one of the broken tiles and started plotting. I decided to use the help of the tattooed bufffoon by taking care of him first, so when his boss was busy with another client call (I made another member of the colony to distract him), I asked him to came along with me to the walk-in closet in my bedroom as I need some help. Upon entering, one of my kind latched itself to his head and started crawling for control. He tried to swat my insectoid fella away, but he was not fast enough before the 12-legged-freak managed to get inside the buffoon. It was quick, just around a couple minutes or so and he's ready to help me get my upgraded body

When his boss returned from the call, all in a sudden, he choked his boss and easily lifted the 250 lbs muscle mountain with just one hand.

That's when I crawled out from my vessel and with the help of the vessel's hand that still moved under my will, he grabbed my form and landed me right on the service owner's nose that I learned to be named Youssef. My used vessels then said stoically

"Well Youssef, you should rejoice, because you've been selected to serve a bigger purpose. Your service will be helping us tremendously to expand further, so let's crack that mouth open so I can squeezed in---"

---

That was a couple days ago. Now, I'll let you be the judge. I look way better now, right?

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Bluebird — Part IV — (Azriel x Reader)

Hey! Here’s Part IIII to this! Thank you for being lovely about it. 💕

Warnings: None for this part!

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Your fingers danced across the piano keys with a mind entirely of their own.

Sheet music sat before you, but you didn’t need to glance at it. This was pure muscle memory. Your favourite piece, memorised note by note. Playing it always felt like breathing for the first time. 

Arrival of the Bluebird, it was called. You couldn’t help smiling as you played. 

The notes climbed and fell in their flawless way, always like the calming ebb and flow of a tide. You soaked it in, your eyes closed, your skin prickling at the music caressing you—

A soft rustle sounded behind you. A rude awakening.

Two thoughts struck you at that moment.

The first — that you’d never played for anyone but yourself. To have a spectator felt like parading naked through the village.

And the second — that said spectator was, bizarrely, of the same ilk that you had been raised to detest.

A shadow moved in your periphery, and your fingers fell still, the music coming to an abrupt stop.

The creature — Azriel — loomed at your side, his gaze intent on where your hands had sat.

“Beautiful.” He murmured softly. “You play so flawlessly.”

It seemed so, so strange, so wrong, to sit and chat casually with a creature of such bloodshed. Like the tune had washed over you and made you truly aware of the situation. Of the action you’d taken.

You’d let him into your home.

You’d helped him when he’d been more or less incapacitated. When you probably had the advantage to strike and make a killing blow. To rid the world of one of its demons. 

And now you were playing music for him. Had he…had he enchanted you, somehow? Some faerie magic, perhaps, that put you at such ease? That made you forget who you were alone in a building with?

Your body was taut as a bowstring as you slowly swivelled on the stool to face him. And his beauty struck you speechless again.

He offered you a smile. One that was small and reserved, and yet held such devastating charm. You quickly forced your eyes away.

“Who taught you to play?” He asked softly.

Your hands twisted around each other as you answered, “I taught myself.”

“Entirely by yourself?” He seemed genuinely surprised. “Some people can’t reach such skill even with honed, esteemed pianists to master them. It must be in your blood.”

You’d always thought so. The piano had been here your entire life — your fingers had inched towards it for as long as you could remember.

“I’m told my mother used to play.” You said. That sore spot in your heart stung at the mere mention of the parent you’d never known. “The piano used to be out in the bar area. My father told me that she used to play every night, and people would flock to the inn just to listen.”

There was a heavy, unmissable pause. You were sure you noticed Azriel’s shoulders stiffening out of the corner of your eye.

“Used to?” He asked quietly. “Is she…is she no longer alive?”

You turned your gaze on him, sure it appeared as blazing as you felt. “I never knew her. She was murdered. By your kind.”

“By my kind?”

“By a group of High Fae.”

Another pause. Azriel’s head dipped a fraction, his eyes lowering to the ground. 

“That’s awful.” His voice was soft. Unbearably gentle. “I’m truly sorry that you suffered such a loss. However…I’m not High Fae.”

The declaration was enough for you to narrow your gaze on him. He certainly looked High Fae; you were sure there wasn’t a human in the world who carried such flawless beauty, nor the preternatural stillness that only a honed, immortal being could master. 

Azriel smiled wryly, like he knew you were searching for some physical evidence of what he’d said. He turned his head to the side, his fingers moving up to brush the shell of his ear.

A very rounded ear. No pointed tip. 

“I hail from a warrior-race of the fae called Illyrians.” He explained. “We’re fae, but…certainly not High Fae.”

You stared at him. 

At those rounded ears. The scarred fingers. 

As if not being High Fae somehow erased all that had been done.

It didn’t.  

You shrugged rather brusquely. “Makes no difference to me. Aren’t all fae the same, with a history steeped in violence? I hate violence.”

“…Blood has been spilled on both sides of the Wall—”

“I hate it.” You cut him off. “Too many people resort to violence needlessly. I see it every single night working in this place. And for fragile humans like ourselves, all it can take is one strike to finish a person off. I wish people — human and Fae — thought more before deciding violence as their route. Perhaps if they did, I wouldn’t have grown up without a mother.”

It was the most you’d said to Azriel in one breath. And you waited for his defensiveness, for him to tell you your thoughts were somehow wrong.

But he simply stared at you, an unreadable expression on his face. And his response wasn’t what you anticipated.

“You’re not wrong.” His voice was like wrapping yourself in silk. “I’m sorry you’ve seen such violence. I’m glad you have music to escape to, at least.” 

You stared back at him, your thoughts emptying for a moment. You willed yourself not to be intimidated by the beauty; by the deadliness of it. He could probably snuff out your life without anyone hearing so much as a squeak from you—

“Are you going to kill me now?” You blurted, rather pathetically.

Azriel’s steeled face twitched just slightly; the only reaction to your question.

It surprised you as he retreated a step. Put more distance between you. 

“Why are you so convinced that I want to kill you?” He asked quietly.

“Am I supposed to believe it a coincidence that a Fae male begins appearing in these parts at the same time that the girls in this village are being murdered?”

His brow furrowed. “Girls are being murdered?”

“Yes. The Village Guards have found them brutally slain, and then you appear. If I’m to be next, I’d really appreciate it if you don’t leave me to be found by my father in that condition.”

“I haven’t killed anyone in this village, and I’m not going to kill you.”

His words should have reassured you. But you honed in on the sentence. Saw it for what it was.

He hadn’t killed anyone in this village.

But he’d killed elsewhere. 

Bile rose up in your throat as you stared at him. And as he studied your fearful expression, he sighed. Looked away.

“What I told you was true. I was passing by, and I heard your music, and I wanted to hear more. But I don’t wish to frighten you.” He retreated another step. “Perhaps I should go—”

He was cut off by a thump so abrupt, it had you jumping out of your skin. Azriel quickly looked up.

Another thump, followed by a third.

“It’s the door.” You quickly stood, brushing yourself down. “I should answer.”

He pressed himself against the wall as you brushed past him, hurrying through to unlock the front door. You pulled it open a fraction, narrowing your eyes at the darkened figure on your doorstep.

Kiall. He looked…wired. Stimulated. But he didn’t stink of booze, for once.

“I’m sorry about the music.” You said before he could speak. “I didn’t realise how late it had got—”

“I’m not here about your little piano.” The older, scruffy male looked around feverishly. “I shot one down. A Fae. That fucking winged bastard from the alley. Got him right through those wings. He was flying above the village and I got him.”

You swallowed. Pulled the door a little closer to you. If Kiall — or anyone — knew that you had a Fae in your home, you’d be done for. Probably killed right alongside him. 

Unless, of course, you gave him up. Disabled him somehow and turned him over to the Village Guards. Perhaps those ash arrows, still lying in the puddle of his blood, could still be of some use—

“Where is the Fae now?” You blurted, blocking Kiall’s minuscule glimpse into your home. “Have the Guards dealt with him?”

“No.” Kiall sneered. “He got away someplace. Probably bleeding out somewhere nearby. I wanted to know if you’d seen or heard anything.”

This was your chance.

Kiall could help you.

Azriel had regained most of his strength, but he’d been caught unaware once already. Surely the two of you could deal with him. 

And then you’d never have to worry about him hanging around here again. Watching you. Watching and—

And listening to your music.

If he was to be believed…that was all he’d lingered for.

You didn’t really know why you did it. It probably made you an utter fool. But you swallowed and schooled your expression, shaking your head. 

“I didn’t see or hear anything.” You lied. “Like I said — I was playing music.”

Kiall studied you for a moment. And you wondered if, perhaps, the untruth lay blatantly on your face, in your eyes. The Bluebird Inn — your family business and home — was the hub of this little community. Everybody knew you. Everybody knew that you were the daughter of the Fae-hating innkeeper, and the woman who had been murdered by their kind. That you were raised to hate them just as fiercely.

To have one right here, in these very walls…to have helped him, and to now protect him…

You had utterly, utterly lost your mind. But you let none of that show.

“If I see or hear anything suspicious, I’ll report it right away.” You said.

Kiall eyeballed you again. “You do that, Y/N.”

“I will. I’m going to go to bed now.”

“Be sure to lock your doors. Don’t want to end up like those other village girls.”

A shiver ran down your back. But you nodded. “I will.” You repeated. “Thank you.”

Kiall had always been a strange person. His reputation for being a drunk was known from one end of the village to the other. But being the one who served him most of those drinks, you saw something more. An ever-present, crazed look in his eye, like he was always on alert, always ready — and happy — to attack. Many of the brawls in the tavern had been started by him over nothing.

That crazed look stayed trained on you, now, as he slowly backed away from your front door. And when a good distance was between you, you pushed it firmly shut. Locked and deadbolted it. Released a long, deep breath.

You slumped against the door, blinking forward.

You’d lied. You’d actually lied. All those years of your father telling you what to do if you came face-to-face with a Fae, and what had you done? Played him music.

And then protected him from the wrath of other villagers.

Maybe you were the crazed one. Maybe—

Soft footsteps thudded against the floor. You looked up as Azriel slowly approached, keeping a great distance away. He studied you unsurely; you had no doubt that he’d heard every word. That he knew what you’d done.

“Are you alright?” His voice was so gentle, so quiet; something you knew no human voice could ever master. 

Are you alright? When was the last time anyone had asked you that?—

You knew precisely when. When Azriel had stepped in and protected you from Kiall’s drunken ranting in the alley.

You stared up at him — those hazel eyes — and wondered why. Why he seemed to care. 

And why it made you feel good.

“I’m alright.” You eventually answered, pushing to your feet. “You should…probably go, though.”

He dipped his chin. “Thank you — for what you did just then. And for pulling those arrows out. And for sharing your beautiful music.”

Your beautiful music. The words almost knocked you breathless.

To hear someone appreciate it so freely—

That, you told yourself, was why you asked, “Will you come back and listen again?”

You could have sworn Azriel’s lips twitched. “I’d certainly like to.”

Insane. This entire thing was insane. You with a Fae in your house, engaging in pleasant conversation. You more or less inviting him back.

But you couldn’t stop yourself. 

You dipped your head, staring at the floor. “Will it be safe? Flying, I mean — with the injuries. And with Kiall still snooping around.”

“I have enough strength to get home without flying, now.” Azriel nodded. “I’ll be alright. And what of you?”

“What of me?”

“Will you be alright?”

Yes? No? You weren’t sure. Possibly not. You weren’t entirely convinced that you wouldn’t collapse under the entire, bizarre weight of the night’s events. You were in need of a stiff drink yourself.

But you nodded, all the same. “I’ll be alright.”

A moment passed of nothing. No sound, no movement. Neither of you took a step forward or back. 

But then Azriel inclined his head. “Goodnight, then. Sleep well.” 

“You—”

Before your very eyes — before you could complete your sentence — he disappeared into thin air. You blinked at the space that he’d vacated. And at the words you knew you were about to speak.

You sleep well, too.

Well-wishes to a Fae. You almost laughed at yourself. 

But as you stepped past the spot in which Azriel had stood, you paused at the scent that lingered. And inhaled.

A scent like…like fresh, undisturbed snow. Frosty nights and cedarwood. 

It was calming. Soothing. You felt it wash over you, like a blanket of security. 

You stood there for a moment longer, and then made your way into the bar area to clean up. And fix yourself that drink.

And you found yourself continuously glancing out of the window. Wondering if Azriel truly would come back.

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Azriel didn’t consider the fact that he looked a little worse for wear.

That blood still stained his wings, his clothes, his skin.

That his hair made him appear like he’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. That he looked as though he could use at least three weeks’ worth of sleep.

Honed spymaster, indeed.

He traipsed into Rhysand’s office. The High Lord immediately sat up in his chair, relief filling his eyes.

“Don’t go quiet on me like that, asshole.” He admonished. “I couldn’t reach you.”

“Sorry.” Az winced slightly as he lowered himself into his chair; the wings were still a little sore. “Took a couple of ash arrows to the wings.”

Rhys stared back at him. “So it’s true, then. The humans are trying to rise up against us.”

“A whole group of them are travelling from village to village, spreading the word of their cause and trying to rally forces. They’re serious about this.”

Rhys slumped back, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Why now, though?”

Slowly, Azriel shook his head. “I think they’re using a whole number of reasons to justify it to themselves. They’re incensed about the land we have, the lives we live…a bunch of things. But…there have been attacks in one village. A few women have been slain. I think the Village Guards are spreading the word that they’re Fae attacks.”

“And do you believe them to be?”

“Not sure. I’d have to investigate it further.”

Rhys firmly shook his head. “I don’t want you going near those villages again for the time being. Not if they’ve got ash arrows in their arsenal.”

Azriel sat up. Tried not to wince. “The bastard had no more than two—”

“I’m not risking anything until we know exactly what we’re dealing with. We wait to see what move they make next; it could all just be talk, and I’m not risking you for some human gossip. I want you here, alerting the other courts that we may have an issue on our hands. Understood?”

Azriel’s jaw clenched. Yes, he understood. He understood his High Lord’s order perfectly well, but he didn’t have to like it. He wanted to go back to the village, ash arrows or no ash arrows. He wanted to hear the music again, to talk to Y/N again—

“Understood, Azriel?” Rhysand repeated.

“Yes.” The shadowsinger gritted out. “Understood.” 

“Good.” Just like that, Rhys was shucking off his title; sitting back and becoming a brother again. His face softened. “Go get some rest. You need it.”

Azriel stood without a word, dragging his feet from the room. 

He wouldn’t disobey Rhys’s orders.

But Cauldron fucking boil him, something nagged at him to do exactly that.

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Weeks passed. And there was no dark, passing figure in the skies. No booming clap of wings.

And your disappointment at Azriel’s absence frightened you far more than his presence ever had.

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[weirdkpopgirl]

To Love | Jaemin Imagine #9

Title: To Love

Genre: Fluff (?)

Warnings: a little suggestive, making out

Word Count: 715

Author's Note: I've never been in love before. But whenever Na Jaemin pops into my head (which is a regular occurrence), I associate him with love. He's so sweet, considerate, and sincere. The list goes on, but I'll stop my fangirling here. I hope you guys like this short story. Thank you for reading ^ ^

𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪

The gentle glow of the lights enhanced the serenity of the room. Seated on the bed, you traced delicate patterns on your boyfriend’s back with your fingertips. Few words were exchanged between the two of you, opting to appreciate the stillness of the moment.

The only discernible sounds were the gentle scratches against the canvas of his exposed back, and occasionally accompanied by sighs of relief from him.

“You’re so tense,” you murmured, as your nails glided over the knots beneath his muscles. Though you couldn’t see his face, the warmth of a small smile resonated in his voice. 

“Thankfully, I have you to take care of me,” he said, earning a chuckle from you.

Despite the lightheartedness in his tone, Jaemin meant what he said. Being a motherly figure in his group, he was accustomed to looking after others. However, only a select few in his life allowed him to be on the receiving end. And you happened to be one of those individuals.

On a day full of long dance practices and recording sessions, your touch was exactly what Jaemin needed. His eyes were closed, and he let out another content sigh, appreciating the luxury of being cared for. In that moment, he could feel the weight of his exhaustion and stress dissipate with each stroke. 

As your nails continued their gentle path along his back, Jaemin found himself swept away by the depth of his emotions for you. As someone who loved passionately, he realized that his fondness for you was immeasurable.

Unable to dwell in his thoughts any longer, Jaemin shifted his focus. You were caught off guard as his warm hand wrapped around your wrist and swiftly pulled you into his lap. His other hand cupped half of your face, and his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that spoke volumes.

“I love you,” he whispered in a low, almost husky voice. 

While Jaemin told you those three words daily, tonight they carried a vulnerability that stirred the same swirl of emotions he was feeling within you. You didn’t even need to say it back, the look in your eyes was all he needed for reassurance. The next thing you knew, his lips were meeting yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. The connection between you two was like a magnetic force, drawing you closer to each other. 

Your hands found their way to Jaemin’s shoulders, grasping onto the fabric of his shirt. Simultaneously, he continued to cradle your face, gently lifting your chin at the perfect angle to deepen the kiss. As your lips pressed onto his, a tingling sensation spread through him, the softness of your touch leaving a warmth that permeated every nerve in his body. Emotions surfaced like waves crashing against the shore, adding to the intimacy of the moment.

Every kiss shared with Jaemin held a special place in your heart. Yet, you secretly loved how this particular one seemed to just go on and on. It almost felt as if time had momentarily froze just for the two of you.

If it weren’t for the necessity of breathing, you and Jaemin might never have pulled away. Reluctantly, you placed a hand on his chest, gently breaking the kiss. Both of you were teary-eyed, overwhelmed by the overflowing love you had for one another. The emotion was so intense that it bordered on pain. You hadn't known it was possible to feel this way for a person until now.

Jaemin’s eyes remained locked on yours intently, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek, sending a slight shiver down your spine. He couldn’t resist a playful grin as he joked, “Maybe we should just get married already.”

You would have laughed if you hadn’t caught the hint of sincerity beneath his humor. Moving your arms to wrap around his neck, and softly replied, “Maybe we should.”

Your response caused the smile on his face to widen. Jaemin tightened his embrace, holding you close, as if savoring the moment. Resting his forehead against yours, he pressed another lingering kiss to your lips. The air between you two crackled with a quiet understanding, and a promised future together felt closer than ever. If this is what it meant to love, you fully intended to treasure it forever.

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[yandere-sins]

Good Omega

a/n: Halloween part one! I was actually a bit surprised someone would request A/B/O!AU for this, but I can never deny a bit of omegaverse for the soul ♥

Fandom: Original Content     Pairings: Yandere!Alpha!Werewolf x GN!Omega!Reader   Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Lemon!, Omegaverse kind of sexual, Overall horniness, going into heat, Genderneutral genitals and then one cock, Creampie mention, Impregnation wish, ...Beastiality? Do Werewolves count in that? It is lowkey consensual tho lol, But of course Dub-Con), Violence (Off-screen murder mention, Blood mention, Claws mention, Biting/Marking mention, Minor Injuries like scratches and bruises, Fear, Dread), Hunting/Chasing (non-kink)

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With your breathing wrecked from the untrained sprint your forced your legs into, you crashed into the thicket surrounding you.

The forest was never-ending tree trunks in your way, bushes tearing at your clothes and skin, sucking out the blood from your cuts and bruises. Dread coated your tongue, and fear choked you, tightening your throat so you could neither swallow nor scream. There was no way for air to go in or out of your lungs, but even so, you kept pushing onwards.

But there was no escape.

"Human," the creature snarled, its heavy body crashing into the trunks behind you, claws ripping off the bark of the trees it clawed into in a cacophony of horror. "My omega."

Its snout sniffing after you was so loud, so eager. So pleased. He could have been right behind you or still far away, yet, the sound grated over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your breath hitched, and a low growl of knowing echoed through the forest.

"You can't run from me. I know where you are."

Falling to his four legs, he left thuds whenever he landed on them, bolting, running, hunting. You choked back a scream as you kept moving, an especially tough branch getting stuck on your shirt, ripping off a scrap of it. You turned, briefly, holding the side of your chest and feeling the scratch bleed over your fingers. It will keep him busy, you thought, hurrying along before he could catch up.

You didn't deserve any of this. Not the exercise much too hard for your poor body, and not the pain going through every muscle while adrenaline and fear kept you moving against their wishes. Your Halloween had been supposed to be a fun party night with friends, walk the streets, laugh at silly costumes, and admire the carved pumpkins. But when you sat down on some tree trunks, laughing and drinking, things turned into the horror movies you'd secretly watch when you were still a teen, thinking they could never be real.

The costume had looked so sick but amazing. Faux fur intricately weaved into a bodice and mask. No one had feared the person approaching your group, everyone much more in awe than anything. But you couldn't have known that this wasn't a friendly encounter. That the full moon illuminating the forest ground had been an indication, the warning signs in front of the forest entrance weren't just for the common wildlife, but every life!

A howl rattled through your bones as the werewolf following you must have found your blood-smeared piece of fabric. It made your gut turn, wanting to throw up the alcohol you had consumed. But there was no time to idle. No time at all. Your core clenched with ecstatic fear as the sound vibrated through your ears, a throbbing sensation going through you every time the beast did anything to let you know it was right behind you.

You had no idea what was wrong with you, a part of your brain so muddled by your feelings it wanted you to lay down into a submissive mess, ass presented in the air for your pursuer. At the same time, your sanity and reason were appalled by your sudden need pulsing between your legs.

"I'll make you mine," the creature growled, no longer occupied by the shabby piece of fabric after having a whiff of you. "Cease this chase, Omega, or I'll make sure you won't be walking for a long time after I'm done with you."

There was something excitingly dominant about the creature calling you his and asking you to give up. You knew—you knew—it was crazy to consider, but maybe you were infected by a poison that had gotten into your bloodstream after getting cuts and stings all over your body in this forest? Perhaps it was the alcohol? But whatever excuse, you felt your face flush with heat, and you bit back a moan.

More growling. More throbbing.

You resisted and kept moving. But for how long would you be able to? When would it stop? Where was the exit to the forest? Did you want to leave?

"Fuck!" You could hear his fangs snapping angrily as his body bumped into the trees you had just passed. He was so close to you now, and a breathtaking odor filled your nose, making you gasp, your legs wobbly.

"I can smell you, Omega. You're so fucking wet. Why do you keep running from me?!"

"Go… go away!" Finally, you found your voice, screaming the words as loudly as you could, desperation and fear choking the building lust inside you into silence. That monster killed your friends! Chopped them right up, and you were next! This was no time to get horny! Your body's reaction to being chased by a six-foot-tall monstrosity was genuinely unhelpful. Why did it make you want to spread your legs in the middle of this dirty, thorny forest ground so badly?

"NEVER!" it echoed back, and you shuddered, the last resistance giving away with your legs that could no longer support you.

Sinking to the ground, it wasn't the painful roots and leaves combo you expected, but soft moss welcoming you into a cool embrace. The air, too, felt icy even though it had been an unexpectedly warm day. Had the temperature dropped, or were you just unimaginably hot from all the running?

The heavy footsteps approached you, animalistic snarling and teeth snapping together gave you a visceral reaction shooting through your whole body and into your loins. Whimpering, you squeezed your legs together, trying to hold back the tears as the sight of the monster came into view. Clasping a hand over your mouth, a smell so sweet it threatened to overwhelm you with pleasure, your heart demanding to be let out of your chest while your remaining clothes got soaked in your juices.

"Please be quick," you sobbed into your palm, tears overflowing. You didn't want to die. You didn't want to be mere blood dripping out of his murderous snout with teeth sharper than any thorn caught against your skin. Closing your eyes, you were shivering as he drew closer, his gaze scanning over you. It was like he could see right through you, and you hoped his nose wasn't actually good enough to really smell all the nasty reactions you had to him. He wasn't a very good-looking monster, shaggy, unkempt. And yet, at the same time, you wanted to wrap your arms around his neck, let him take you one last time before you'd die.

But now that your body had given up, what else was there for prey to do but wish for a quick and painless death?

"Omega," the werewolf snarled, lowering onto all four feet so he could crouch over you. The snout drew along your face, down to your neck and your instinct was to bare it to him, the slimy feeling of his tongue dragging down your skin, the long muscle wrapping around your throat appreciatively, making the small scratches sting but your heart race.

"Good," he grunted, the praise hitting you with a jolt of pleasure right in your core. Letting out another whimpered moan, you bit your finger, trying to muffle your reactions, and he grunted in response. "Finally you get it."

"Get what?" you babbled. "What's happening to me?"

One clawed hand found its way under your shirt, and you gasped, feeling the rough pads of his palm stroking over your skin, a burning hot sensation left behind after every touch. Lowering his body to yours, he gripped your waist—looking mightily tiny in his huge grip—and pressed you up and against him, a bulging, throbbing resistance meeting your hips as you crashed into his.

This time, you could not hold back the gasp, and he took his chance, sliding his tongue down yours, burying it deep in your throat. You were choking on the eagerly exploring muscle, a mix of saliva and blood coating the rough texture of his tongue. Yet, you couldn't help but relish in the affection, cupping his elongated face with your hands. Wiggling only caused more friction between your bodies, and you weren't the only one moaning. However, the creature's version sounded gruff and desperate, not as lovely as yours.

"You're in heat, Omega. When we met, your body recognized what it was meant to be. Soon you'll need me so much it'll drive you insane."

"I- I don't… what?" you asked, dazed by the disgusting yet almost intoxicating taste still running down your throat even after the werewolf released you. He made no sense to you, neither his words nor why he kept calling you "Omega" or why he hadn't killed you yet. In fact, he was almost gentle handling you, as much as his mutated body allowed. "What will happen?"

"You'll go insane, little Omega. I will have to rut you, fill you with my seed. Mark you, nest you, take care of you. Until you are satisfied with me, I won't rest."

Fuck. What was he going to do? Rut you? Fill you? Mark you? Didn't that sound divine–

"WHAT?" you screamed, suddenly snapping back to reality. His ears folded in an angry expression, the sound positively jarring to sensitive ears. "No! No, no, no! I– No! I can't!"

Your last sentence came out in a pitiful whine, a sound you didn't even know you could make.

"You can," he growled, pressing his hips forward, his cock long and demanding and ready for your tender body to swallow. "And you will!"

"No! No, please, no!" Sobs releasing from your throat, you clasped your hand over your mouth while watching the werewolf's expression grow irritated again. You didn't want to die. You didn't want to die. But you couldn't do this either!

"I'm scared," you whimpered, and the werewolf breathed out in a kind of long sigh, though he relaxed some of the tension in his body.

"No need, little Omega. I'll prepare you. Make good use of this tongue for you. I'll take care of what's mine, and all of this–"

Sitting back on his knees, he gripped your body, lifting you from the ground and onto his lap. You gasped in surprise as he pressed you tightly against his chest, slowly standing up while carrying you without so much but a huff. "All of this omega is mine. I waited so long. I deserve this."

"I still don't understand…" you whimpered fearfully, but your legs betrayed you, wrapping tightly around his waist and pressing you against him. The werewolf let out an appreciative hiss as your fingers scratched over his skin, a purr building and rumbling in his chest. You still didn't know what was going on, except for how warm this body was and how tired you suddenly felt, snuggled into the surprisingly fluffy fur of the monster while his purr vibrated deliciously through you.

"You will, Human," he assured you, putting these strong, crooked legs into motion as he carried you back deep into the forest. Looking over his shoulder, you saw the space opening up beyond a few more trees, your eyes widening as you realized how close you had been to escaping the forest. Perhaps not the werewolf, but almost you had done it. Though it didn't really matter now that you were holding on to him, letting his comforting scent embrace you.

Every movement rubbed you against the creature's body, a massive, thick cock pressing at the entrance between your spread legs. Only the fabrics between you two kept him from rutting right up inside you. Moaning, you buried your face deeper into his shoulder, getting drenched in aphrodisiacal musk, making not just your mouth water. Without warning, you opened your lips, bared your teeth, and bit down.

The monster staggered, a long growl snarling out of his snout before he regained composure, though his steps quickened, urged by desire. "Patience," he gritted out through his teeth, though his husky voice sounded immensely satisfied. His words did not apply to him as his cock twitched against your rear demandingly, the taste of his blood inflaming you more.

"I built you a nest where I'll claim you, and you might too, if you so desire, little omega."

"Mhm," you sighed, leaning against his shoulder drowsily. Nest. That sounded good. Cozy and warm. Hopefully full of blankets and pillows and more of his scent. How far were you gone that you wanted to be buried in his fur while clinging to him?

"Good omega," he purred—purred—and you threw your head back in relish as the sound alone almost pushed you over the edge. "You're so needy and ready for me, aren't you?"

Fuck, you were. There was no denying it.

You hated this. You didn't want to be with this monster, much less accept what he promised to do to you. But your body betrayed you, writhing in his grasp, letting his cock dry hump you all the way to his cave. You knew as the darkness swallowed you that you were done for, but all you could think about was just one more bite, the comfort of a nest, and a cock filling you like the missing puzzle piece to your body.

You knew he'd give it to you, all of it. And when he laid you down into the softest of hides, mixed with the fabrics of clothes, picnic blankets, and anything one could imagine to be found in the forest, you spread your legs, letting him rip off your clothes and cover you with the warmth of his fur before preparing you as he promised, the orgasms never ending as you begged and pleaded for more like a good little slut. Eager to be filled with his seed until your stomach would swell with his pups.

All while you didn't know and didn't care that you were lolling in the bloody clothes of your friends.

It was a small cost for finding your alpha. Some lives in exchange for learning about your true calling. Your destiny.

Because you were a good omega.

[whumpinggrounds]

Writing Seizures

 Latest installment in Disability Writing Guides! As always, feel free to add something, or come into my ask box with a question, comment, or request. 

This post is intended as a writing resource, not medical advice or a comprehensive exploration of seizures or seizure disorders.

Vocab

A seizure is a brief change in normal brain activity. Sometimes this is visible and sometimes not. They can last variable lengths of time and occur with varying frequency depending on the cause. They can be caused by epilepsy, trauma, illness, drug use, or any number of other factors.

Epilepsy is a general term for brain disorder characterized by frequent seizures. A person can have seizures without having epilepsy. Epilepsy is not a distinct diagnosis; there are many different types.

Epilepsy is diagnosed after a patient either has two seizures, or one seizure and an EEG that shows the potential for future seizures.

Again: If a person seizes more than once, they are medically defined as epileptic. A person can be diagnosed as epileptic after only having one seizure if their EEG shows potential for more.

Rescue meds are medications given to stop a seizure currently in progress.

Antiseizure drugs or ASDs, also known as anticonvulsants or antiepileptics, are drugs taken daily to prevent seizures from occurring. These are different from rescue meds.

Status epilepticus is a seizure that lasts longer than five minutes or having a seizure and then seizing again within five minutes without regaining full consciousness. Status epilepticus is extremely dangerous and can cause brain injury or death. Someone experiencing status epilepticus needs immediate medical attention. 

Generally speaking, serious intervention would begin before the seizure reached its fifth minute. If someone is seizing past four minutes with no sign of stopping, the people timing the seizure should not wait until five minutes to call 911, administer rescue meds, etc.

A seizure cluster is when a person experiences two or more seizures within a 24 hour period.

A nonepileptic event is an event that may look like a seizure but is produced by a different condition. Examples include ticcing due to Tourette’s or a heart arrhythmia causing a person to pass out suddenly.

Tonic refers to the muscles in the body becoming stiff.

Atonic means the muscles in the body relaxing.

Clonic refers to periods of shaking or jerking in parts of the body.

Myoclonic also refers to short jerking in parts of the body, but is generally more localized/occurring in a smaller area of the body.

Types of Seizures

I’m not going to go through every type of seizure, but I will go over some basics. This is massively simplified, and intended as a general writing resource, not technical or medical knowledge. Feel free to correct if I’m saying something wrong, or add detail.

Seizures are first divided into two overarching groups. Generalized seizures mean that excessive or unusual electric signals are being discharged across the entire brain. Focal or partial seizures mean that excessive or unusual electric signals are being discharged in one specific part of the brain.

Tonic-clonic seizures are the kind most commonly portrayed in media. They involve a total loss of consciousness and involuntary muscle contractions and shaking or jerking in parts of the body. This type of seizure may begin as a focal seizure or a myoclonic seizure (more on this later), but a tonic-clonic seizure is always generalized. Also - this type of seizure was formerly known as grand mal, but this is an outdated term and no longer used.

Myoclonic seizures are partial seizures, characterized by the sudden, involuntary twitching of a muscle or group of muscles. People retain consciousness during these seizures, but do not have control over their body or movements.

Atonic seizures, also called drop seizures or akinetic seizures, cause the sudden loss of muscle strength. They’re called drop seizures as they often (but not always!) cause a person to drop to the ground. A person experiencing an atonic seizure generally remains conscious.

Focal, partial, or absence seizures are seizures that do not involve the whole brain. They can involve repetitive movement like muscle jerking, but more often are characterized by being “frozen,” feeling “out of it,” or “staring into space.” It may be difficult for observers to tell that someone is seizing. This type of seizure was formerly known as petit mal, but this an outdated term and is no longer used.

Focal onset aware seizures, formerly known as “simple partial seizures,” occur when someone has a partial seizure and retains consciousness and awareness. Someone can look unaware and still be aware when experiencing this type of seizure. This type of seizure may involve feeling “frozen” or repeated small muscle movements.

Focal onset impaired awareness seizures, formerly known as “complex partial seizures,” occur when someone has a partial seizure and loses consciousness or awareness. This is type of seizure may involve feeling “out of it,” “staring into space,” or a loss of memory.

In describing a seizure (in modern-day America), the convention followed is seizure type, awareness level, and sometimes, where a seizure begins if it is a partial seizure. Thus, you get diagnoses like “Focal onset impaired awareness seizures arising from the temporal lobe,” “Focal onset atonic aware seizures arising in the frontal lobe,” or “General onset tonic-clonic seizures.”

These diagnoses are very wordy, and are sometimes shortened. Drop seizures or absence seizures are typically used as more casual terms. Also, as seizures generally begin in one of the four lobes of the brain, epilepsy is sometimes described by which lobe the seizures arise in (temporal lobe epilepsy, occipital lobe epilepsy, etc.)

Process of a Seizure

An aura is a feeling, sensation, or “warning” experienced by a person who is about to seize. Auras tend to present the same way over and over. Someone may not have auras, or recognize an aura as being a prelude to a seizure. Sometimes, an aura occurs and a seizure does not follow. Basically, there are no real rules with auras, but they are pretty common, and are generally not observable except to the person experiencing them.

Fun fact: people who have migraines also tend to have auras! It is believed that Lewis Carrol wrote Alice in Wonderland while experiencing a pre-migraine aura.

The ictal period refers to the experience of an actual seizure, when electrical activity in the brain is at its most intense. What a seizure itself looks or feels like depends on the type of seizures a person experiences, and y’all should conduct research into that for your characters.

Some people need rescue meds administered every time they seize. Others are only supposed to be given if they seize for a certain amount of time (longer than two minutes, for instance). Meds can be administered as nasal sprays, rectally, or tucked under the tongue or into the cheek. Rescue medications are only injected in hospital settings.

Remember that regardless of how often a character seizes or how long they’ve had epilepsy, seizing for more than five minutes, or multiple times within five minutes without regaining consciousness, is a medical emergency. Rescue meds should be administered and whatever medical intervention is appropriate for your setting should be immediately undertaken.

The post-ictal stage occurs after a seizure ends and lasts anywhere from five to thirty minutes. This is the period when a person is still experiencing after affects from their seizure, like confusion, drowsiness, hypertension, headaches, or nausea. Not everyone experiences post-ictal symptoms, and a person may continue to feel exhausted, irritated, or “out of it” more than thirty minutes after they seize.

Seizure Etiquette

Seizures can be surprising and very noticeable. A person that is seizing still deserves privacy. In your story, they should be given privacy, and good friends/teammates/co-characters could steer other people away or block them from being a public spectacle while they seize.

Do not have anyone put anything in a seizing character’s mouth. Ever. This is not necessary and can be dangerous, as a person can choke, or the person attempting to put something in their mouth could get accidentally bitten.

Do not restrain a person that is seizing. The character seizing or the character attempting to restrain them could get hurt, and the restraints are not going to be helpful whatsoever. Characters can move chairs or place cushions to keep a seizing character from hitting them; do not attempt to stop the seizing character’s body from moving how it will.

If necessary, the person seizing can be placed on their side, otherwise, do not attempt to move them.

If a non-epileptic character seizes, it is an emergency. Epilepsy can arise spontaneously at any age, but seizing with no prior history of seizures is a big deal, and the causes for a seizure need to be checked out to understand what caused it.

If your characters have access to medical knowledge and medical treatment, it would be realistic to have them time the seizure so that they know if a character needs rescue meds or has entered status epilepticus.

Rescue meds can be very, very expensive. A character will likely not receive rescue medication every time they seize, especially if their condition is largely stable.

It can be scary and emotional to watch someone seize. Feelings of fear and helplessness are common, especially if what’s needed is for characters to stand and wait to see if the seizing individual needs further help. It’s okay for your characters to feel that and react to that.

Things to Know

Epilepsy mostly presents in childhood and in people older than 60, but can arise at any age. Repeated seizures caused by an underlying condition (brain injury, tumors, strokes) are still considered epileptic seizures, and the person that has them, epileptic.

Repeating it once more: If your character seizes more than once, they are medically defined as epileptic.

The vast majority of seizures do not cause brain damage, or any other kind of damage. They can be frightening, distracting, inconvenient, upsetting, confusing - any number of things. But the vast majority do not cause physical harm, besides the bruises or scrapes that may come from muscle contraction or losing awareness.

Some seizures do cause brain damage. If you’re writing this scenario, please do some research into the type of seizure that would cause brain damage and what kind of brain damage that would be. Do not, for instance, have your character experience a tonic-clonic seizure and then come back in a wheelchair with no further explanation.

Sometimes, the muscle contractions of a seizure can cause spit or foam to collect around someone’s mouth. Sometimes, people bite their tongue, and this foam or spit can appear bloody. No internal injuries occur as a result of a seizure. Any bloody foam or spit is a result of a bitten tongue or cheek, and nothing more.

People who are seizing sometimes lose bowel or bladder control. This is not something they have any control over, but can still be embarrassing and is sometimes a reality of living with seizures.

In the United States, driving laws vary from state to state, but generally a person needs to be seizure free for a period of months (usually 3-6) before they are allowed to drive. The restrictions on driving commercially are much stricter.

Someone diagnosed in childhood may grow out of their epilepsy. Some estimates put the number of kids that will outgrow their epilepsy above 50%. If someone is seizure free for 2-5 years, they may begin to lessen their ASD dose, and may continue until they are no longer medicated at all.

Someone diagnosed in old age will not typically have a spontaneous remission of seizures.

Epilepsy can have a genetic basis or it can arise spontaneously. The fact that it can be passed from parent to child has been the basis of discrimination for a very long time. Be aware of this.

For much of human history, having epilepsy has been hugely stigmatized, and people with epilepsy have been routinely persecuted, particularly in the Western world under the banner of eugenics. As recently as the 1970s, many states were still forcibly sterilizing epileptic people. In writing a character with epilepsy, be aware that the diagnosis carries a heavy weight of stigma and painful history.

Though epilepsy and people who have epilepsy have long been stigmatized and persecuted, it has also long been regarded as a mystical illness, closely tied to spirituality and religion. In many places, people who have seizures are considered to be in religious ecstasy, having visions, or are chosen by higher powers. Consider the setting in which your story takes place and if this kind of thinking would realistically occur. Keep in mind that this view of epilepsy and seizures is not necessarily a positive thing.

Accessibility and Treatment

If you are writing a character who only seizes once (and the setting allows for it), proper treatment would consist of visiting whatever medical establishment exists in your universe, and monitoring or testing to determine the cause of a seizure and if another is likely to occur.

Even though your character is not going to seize again and does not have epilepsy, consider how the single seizure may affect your character. What did it mean to them to (perhaps publicly) lose control of their body or brain?

If your character does have epilepsy, their life will change or has always  looked different because of that epilepsy. For example, someone with epilepsy may not be allowed to drive, or may have never learned to drive. It is not safe for someone who has uncontrolled epilepsy to live alone. How would these considerations affect your character’s life and independence?

Think about how having seizures would apply to your character and your setting. Do they feel safe swimming? Spending significant time alone? Are there places that they avoid because it’s too dangerous to seize there?

In real life, people who experience tonic-clonic or atonic seizures often take precautions to ensure their safety should they have a seizure. People who have atonic seizures wear padded helmets to protect their heads. People who experience an aura may get themselves to a safe location, or adjust their surroundings so that they won’t hurt themselves while they seize. What precautions might your characters take to protect themselves?

Seizure triggers. Photosensitivity is a very common one, with flashing lights being especially dangerous for epileptic people. Some seizures have clear, specific triggers, while others seem to arise out of nowhere. Though it may be difficult to tell what exactly triggered a seizure, the modern Western medical establishment believes that all seizures have triggers, though the triggers may not be known. Triggers tend to be environmental cues that the central nervous system over-responds to, like the aforementioned flashing lights. A friend of mine has epilepsy that is triggered by anything coming directly at their face, like balls being thrown towards them. Once, a seizure was triggered by a butterfly flying directly at them.

Seizures can also be triggered by sounds, smells, or sensation, not just sight!

What might your character’s seizure triggers be? Your character may or may not know themselves, but if the triggers are known, how does your character avoid them, or plan their life around them? My friend’s seizure trigger meant that they couldn’t play ball sports, even casually, which kind of sucked. But having a seizure sucked more, so.

In terms of accessible spaces: The more open space, the better, and the softer the surfaces, the better. For instance, people who have seizures may prefer using an accessible bathroom stall, as they are larger, and the person seizing is less likely to become trapped or hurt themselves if they seize unexpectedly in the bathroom. What kinds of spaces does your character seek out, particularly if they are aware they might seize soon?

A properly medicated epileptic character may still have seizures. Medications are intended to control, shorten, and decrease total number of seizures. Sometimes they entirely eliminate seizures, but a person may still seize and that does not mean the medication isn’t working. A character who still seizes frequently and for long stretches of time likely is not properly medicated. Medications should be taken around the same time(s) every day for maximum efficacy.

Life changes, particularly puberty, can make medication less effective.

Proper medication is life-changing for people with epilepsy, and would likely be life-changing for your epileptic character as well. What does the process of getting medicated look like? How does your character feel upon being properly medicated? What in their life changes, and what stays the same?

Are there any drawbacks to being medicated? Side effects? Cost of medication?

If epilepsy is drug resistant, there are a few other options. I’m only going to discuss two, one because it has a long, fraught, and misunderstood history, and the other because it’s Trendy.

Brain surgery is an option for people/character with epilepsy. This is not the scary ice pick lobotomy of the 20th century. Brain surgery is a necessary tool to help epileptic people that are struggling with frequent, severe seizures that do not respond to medication, or when the side effects of medication are intolerable. Surgery can mean removing part of the brain (resecting), killing specific nerve cells where seizures start (lesioning), disconnecting the hemispheres of the brain (corpus callosotomy), or the implantation of a pacemaker-type device that uses electrical signals to block or disrupt seizures.

If your character is getting brain surgery for epilepsy in a contemporary, futuristic, or fantasy setting, please do your own research and ensure that the type of surgery they’re receiving fits their type of epilepsy and their need. Please frame the surgery accurately and avoid falling back on scary tropes about people coming back with different personalities, no personality, or dying in these procedures.

The last treatment option I’m going to discuss here is the ketogenic or keto diet. You may not be aware, but the diet was originally developed to treat children with epilepsy, and there is limited evidence showing that it does decrease or eliminate seizures in children. This diet is extremely high in fat and as low as possible in carbs. The majority of people who believe they are following a keto diet and are in ketosis (body and brain fueled by fat instead of sugar) are wrong. It is extremely difficult to follow a strict keto diet and is absolutely a major life change.

The diet would typically only be recommended for children between 2 and 12 whose epilepsy is resistant to medication.

Why or how the keto diet works to control epilepsy is not well understood. The fact that the brain is fueled by fat products known as ketones, rather than glucose, is thought to be related. If anyone knows more, feel free to contribute that knowledge.

Rethink

If your character gets brain surgery for their epilepsy, and that surgery is framed as negative, think about why that is. I absolutely understand the long, problematic, real-life history behind lobotomies, and I am not telling you not to explore that. Please do think hard about what beliefs you may have, and what messages you may be sending, about people who get brain surgery.

Characters with epilepsy that gives them visions or confers some kind of power. Yes, there are historical associations between epilepsy and religiosity, but remember the real world people who have epilepsy and how this framing may strike them. This is a common trope, so do a little introspection on what about this narrative is compelling to you and what messages you’re consuming and endorsing.

Seizures that occur to add intensity, drama, fear, or risk to the story. What are your characters afraid of? Why are they afraid of it? As always - what messages are you sending about seizures or the people who experience them? How would it feel to read your portrayal as a person who regularly seizes?

A character who seizes but does not have epilepsy. Related to the above - why is a seizure important to your story, but epilepsy is not a part of it?

A character who seizes twice but is not described as/does not identify with epilepsy. For one, this is medically inaccurate, which you should just be aware of. Secondly - what about this diagnosis is undesirable or unnecessary for your story? Why?

Write what you’re going to write, but understand why you’re writing it, and how it might be perceived. In particular, when writing about a complex, widely misunderstood, and stigmatized condition like epilepsy, understand what stigma you may be contributing to, what inaccuracies you may be presenting, and what complexities you may be ignoring, especially by having a character seize without being epileptic.

Resources

A lot of this is written based on my relationships with epileptic people and personal research. I don’t like to recommend media that I haven’t personally read/watched, just because then I don’t know what I’m recommending, but if anyone else has recommendations, please feel free to add them!

How Evan Broke His Head and Other Secrets by Garth Stein is contemporary novel about a Seattle man with epilepsy who is suddenly thrust into parenting a 14-year-old son he didn’t know existed. I read it a while ago and remember it being pretty good, but nothing special (no offense, Garth Stein). Worth noting that while the author is not himself epileptic, his sister does have epilepsy and he likely has better than typical knowledge of the condition.

The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down by Anne Fadiman is a creative nonfiction book about a Hmong family, their epileptic child, and the medical saga they embark on as the American medical establishment attempts to treat their child. It is written about a real-life immigrant family and their daughter and was extensively researched over eight years, focusing on cultural differences, and xenophobia, racism, and misunderstanding in medicine.

This Podcast Will Kill You, which is free on Spotify, includes an hour and forty minute long episode diving into (some) of the etiology and history of epilepsy.

Maintenance Phase is a podcast that is also free on Spotify and has an episode about the keto diet. The main focus of the episode is the keto diet as it is used for weight loss, but it does include some fascinating backstory on the (invented) narrative that the keto diet is a secret that is being kept from the general public.

Please hit me up with questions, comments, corrections, or requests. Happy writing!

[voltronisanobsession]

Reader learning the hard way about Canon Events

Teen!spider reader idea!! A random, passing thought I had a few days ago I wanted to to write about😍

I also wanna say that I’ve been trying to write the pt. 2 for ‘Miguel codes Lyla a friend’ but my brain has just been EMPTY TRYING TO COME UP WITH IDEAS FOR IT💔💔 I have some stuff down but it just doesn’t feel right? I swear it’s a work in progress guys, it’ll come soon🙏💔💔💔

Ok so I was just thinking about if reader was apart of the spider society, making their incredible debut amongst the other spiders. Of course they had yet to go through their canon event of losing the captain they’re close to, and they don’t even know it’s a canon event yet!

Like I think knowing about canon events is the first thing new spider people are told by Miguel when first joint the society, but reader fully believes that they’ve already gone through with it after losing their uncle all that time ago. And Miguel can’t tell them that it’s not it or else you know, reader is gonna try and disrupt their canon event from happening if they know

So imagine reader is just chilling in their universe when boom, villain attack! It’s like super catastrophic, it gets to the point where they’re calling for back up from the spider society and Miguel already knows what going to happen.

He warns every spider that leaves for the mission to not. Disrupt. The canon. It may be hard to watch reader go through this, but he makes it extremely known that it needs to happen. And so that’s exactly what happens.

The other spiders, like Gwen and Peter b. (my favs😍), help reader save civilians from crashing buildings and crumbling roads. Finally at last does readers canon event happens.

With the other spiders occupied with their own stuff, readers forced to chose between saving a large group of civilians or the captain they love with all their heart. Just as they’re about dive into the situation, Miguel would yell to them as he’s kicking debris away from the spiders.

“You have to chose one y/n!”

And you being the young, ambitious teen, the only words the come out of your mouth are, “I can do both!”

To make a long story short, you indeed could not do both😭😭 Who knew webbing up and trying to hold a crumbling building with people inside would be a much tougher task while trying to stop debris from falling on the captain, who lay injured on the ground.

Everyone is too busy with the catastrophe to help you, and it finally comes to the point. Arms in pain from holding up a literal building while at the same time trying to stop debris from falling on your captain began taking its toll. Tears well up in your eyes, muscles straining with every passing second. Looking to the civilians trapped in the destroyed building and looking down to where the cop lay in pain as more rocks came crashing down on them.

“I can do both…” voice cracking, tears fall as you feel your arms slowly losing strength, the building slipping from your grasp. A soft sob comes out as you look down to the cop, a sympathetic look on their face as they watch you struggle between saving them or saving the people right in front of you.

“Let go! Save them! Please!”

You look down again in pain at the captains words, a sharp cry coming out as you see them mouth ‘it’s ok’, finally making the difficult decision to save the people from the building.

It happened so fast, from webbing into the building and gathering everyone, to the crashing of the building to the ground. As you put down the last woman you immediately would run to the rubble and begin digging frantically, cries and sobs escaping your mouth.

“No, no, no, NO! PLEASE NO!”

It’s only when you feel a hand on your shoulder tugging you away from pile of rubble that you snap out of it. Heaving, you throw yourself on the body and just. Cry. You bawl your eyes out on whoever was near you cuz bro. Reader at this time needs someone to comfort them. Big time.

Miguel (y’all already saw this coming) could only stand in surprise as you latch onto his body and let everything out. He would slowly caress readers head in a soothing matter, muttering that there’s was nothing they could’ve done.

Yup, a terrible way to lose a person so dear to you as a teen💔 after that, reader wouldn’t be the same. Having to make such a decision would definitely dampen their fighting spirit.

Which is why I think they would be super sympathetic towards Miles when he finally arrives. And I also think they would see a piece of themselves in him when he says that he can do both, that he can save everyone around him, even those he loves, his father.

UGH I CAN IMAGINE MILES BEING THE REASON WHY READER FINDS A NEW ENERGY AND SPIRIT TO FIGHT!!!! Like he’s so confident in himself and doesn’t just ACCEPT the fate he’s told he’ll have to face and that just ignites something in them.

They couldn’t save the person they loved, so they’ll help miles save his father from his ill fate. With this decision, you would ultimately leave the safety of the Spider society and join the gang when it comes to saving and helping Miles.

[bloodycyrano]

I want to lore dump about my BG3 storyline and OCs so bad, but at the same time I don't want to release any information before it would come out in the future chapters of my fanfic, so to stave off the dark urge, here's.... 🥁🥁🥁

Team Tadpole doing sweet things for each other part 2!

Sometimes, when Astarion has trouble resting at night, Gale will stay up with him and play chess- They started with card games, but Astarion cheats like a fox. He still cheats at chess, but not as often.

Karlach probably notices when her comrades are in pain after battle, and will hug a sack of rocks until they heat up to make a sort of makeshift heating pad for sore muscles.- Bonus points, She'll borrow some scented oils from Halsin to add an element of aromatherapy.

Gale has 100% done talis card readings for Team tadpole when they deal with heavy emotional stuff, if only to help them find their path forward. Maybe he isn't the best at verbal comfort, but magic is one thing he knows he can use for at least some benefit.

I feel like Gale also notices when people aren't dealing well with things, and will purposefully annoy Durge so they have someone to pick on and hopefully feel a little better afterwards. They're definitely the sort of friends that pretend to hate each other, but are there when you need them. Durge definitely brings out his petty side, but its all in good fun. Usually.

While maybe they have a bit of a rocky relationship, I also believe Durge would indulge Gales special interests and let him ramble about things, because they know what it's like to have to shut up to make other people happy. I also feel like Gale would return the favor and deliberately ask about weird, macabre things so that Durge actually has an excuse to bring up topics that interest them.

Wyll has a knitting hobby. You probably wouldn't expect it, but he definitely does. And he's really really good at it, too. He uses every holiday as an excuse to gift people things like socks, scarves, mittens, etc. And I mean EVERY holiday. Earth day, valentines day, national owlbear day (Which is totally not something he made up as an excuse to give people their presents early), etc. The thing is, he notices when people complain about their socks getting worn from traveling, and gets random ideas for gifts at 3 AM, and then spends the rest of the night knitting. He has also been known to make cute little knitted outfits for the group pets in the winter, because he thought Scratch was getting cold.

Adding onto this, Lae'zel is the only person Wyll is willing to go to for a blunt and honest opinion on the gifts he makes before he gives them. Lae'zel doesn't take this lightly, either. While maybe she doesn't show it, she takes this very seriously and is somewhat honored that Wyll came to her instead of anyone else.

Shadowheart tends to replenish Wylls yarn reserve without telling him as well. She asks Lae’zel what colours he's run out of, and then sneak some extra spools into his pack. Wyll still doesn't know who's been doing it, but he's thankful nonetheless. And it's one thing the cleric and the gith can actually be somewhat peaceful about.

Durge doesn't take all of their kills lightly. When it comes to someone they actually respected, there's a ritual they perform afterward that they read about in Withers old temple. They'll grind bone and ash into ink and take time to write out the names of those they respected, and bury it with the bodies. As well as little offerings as well. It isn't a short process either.. Durge will spend the entire night locked in their caravan burning incense, praying their name to Jergal in hopes that the spirit will find rest, and doing little things in honor of the dead.- It isn't hard for team tadpole to figure out when Durge has taken the life of someone they held a genuine respect for, and will be careful not to disturb them, or leave bones or herbs/flowers on the steps of their caravan. Karlach and Astarion will occasionally come to check on them. While maybe it doesn't happen often, it does happen. Withers was particularly surprise to begin receiving prayers after all this time, but it strengthened a sort of bond between the two.

[b1ackbunny]

LOVE LIES

CH. 05 | ONLY

A Bada Lee smau-ish ff

pairing: bada lee x fem!dancer!oc (jia mei yu)

synopsis: bada lee wasn’t looking for love when it found her. jia mei yu couldn’t truly comprehend the feeling inside when she was with her, on and off the dancefloor. when these two dancers meet by chance, a bond is formed and uncharted territories are explored.

word count: ≈ 5.1k

warnings: definitely au-like… no mentions of swf or smf, uhhh idk any more, bad writing, friendly violence, a little inaccurate, unedited

previous: chapter 4

next: chapter 6

masterlist

taglist (open): @badasgirlfriend @tikitsune @lil-elliesgf @prilux

a/n: ok so the choreo imagined that jia will be teaching is this one! enjoy and I hope y’all like it! honestly longer than I expected… I was gonna post this like wednesday but I couldn’t wait that long I had to share this w you guys 🫶🏽

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“Are you ready for tonight?” Doyeon questioned as she took a sip of her iced latte. Today, the group decided to meet for breakfast with the inclusion of a couple of other friends. Taeyang (better known as Theo), Leejung, and Jihye (better known as Noze).

“Honestly…” She glanced around the table before propping her head on top of her hand and sighing. “Why did I invite her to one of my classes? Now I'm more likely to embarrass myself in front of the students.” Jia drew out another sigh and leaned her head against the wall beside her.

Ryujin rubbed the girl’s shoulder before patting it. “You’re a good choreographer and you're proud of your work, that's why.” Ryujin explained, hearing remarks of agreement after the statement.

“If anything, your muscle memory would take over while you're dancing.” Taeyang reminded and Keeho hummed along. He was right, in a sense.

Whenever Jia felt herself getting distracted while she danced, her body would automatically switch to autopilot and finish the dance for her. It was a little scary at times (according to her friends and previous dance partners) but it was helpful.

Jia raised her head and nodded, taking a spoonful of her kimchi jjigae before looking around the table. She began to smile and each person at the table knew what that meant.

Doyeon, Jihye, and Keeho began spewing excuses, followed by Taeyang who quickly caught on and joined them. Laura, Leejung, and Ryujin flat-out said no to the girl’s non-verbal request.

“We are not coming to your class to make sure you don’t interact one-on-one with Bada.” Ryujin deadpanned, earning nods from around the table. Jia dramatically gasped and held a fist to her heart.

“My friends don't care about me and my needs. My family doesn't care about me and my needs.” She exaggeratedly restated, skimming over the other’s faces. They all smiled at her antics and rolled their eyes.

“We do care about you and your needs…” Leejung started, taking a sip from her coffee before Jihye finished her sentence. “But what you need is to get with Bada and by us showing up to this class you’ll use us as a buffer.” The rest of the table hummed in agreement and Jia took a scoop of her jjigae.

She stared at it for a second before looking up at the group, doubt evident in her eyes. “I don't even know if she likes me like that—or really in general—if she likes girls like that.”

Laura slightly frowned and swung her arm around her sister’s shoulder, pulling her into a side hug. Her fears were justified, as it happened before. During college, Jia grew feelings for a girl who turned out to not like girls but made out with her whenever she was bored.

The mixed signals caused Jia a world of humiliation and heartache that she would rather avoid experiencing for the second time. Jia laid her head on her sister’s shoulder and pushed her food around.

“If you don't want to ask her, we’ll do some digging for you and find out,” Keeho confirmed, peeking around the table to gather more spies for his mission. Doyeon and Taeyang confidently nodded along, soon followed by every other person at the table.

Jia smiled and tapped her pinkie finger to the inner corner of her eye, feeling grateful tears slowly arise. “Thank you guys, this means a lot. Now let's change the subject before I start to cry.”

The table laughed and Laura laid her head on her sister’s, a teasing smirk glazing over her features. “Yeah, please change the subject… she looks ugly when she cries.”

Jia immediately raised her head and exited her sister’s grasp, gasping with feigned offense and slapping her sister’s shoulder. This lifted the spirits of everyone at the table as they laughed at the sisters who started bickering before changing the topic.

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Jia stepped into the practice room and dropped her bag by the mirror, sitting on the floor and looking down at her phone. After breakfast with her friends, she spent her day teaching classes at a smaller studio a short distance from Just Jerk.

Like most of what she did this week, she spent her lunch break on FaceTime with Bada. Now that she's back at Just Jerk and going to see Bada in less than an hour, Jia felt her stomach spin. The comforting feeling of being inside Just Jerk once again kept her uneasiness at bay.

She made her way over to the computer connected to the speakers and pulled up the song, getting it ready for the class. The girl then grabbed her water bottle from her bag and took a sip, glancing at herself in the mirror before looking at the clock.

It was 7:38 p.m., meaning her class was starting soon. She heard a knock at the door and took a deep break before moving across the room. Jia released the breath upon seeing who it was through the window. It was one of the younger members of Just Jerk, Moain.

Jia smiled as she opened the door and hugged the girl. “I’ve missed you Ain!” She ruffled the younger girl’s hair, causing her to swat the hand away before moving inside. “I knew you missed me the most out of everybody, that’s why I signed up for your class.”

Ain made sure to say exceptionally loud so that if any of the lingering members (especially J-Ho and Hulk) were in the hallway they would hear. Jia rolled her eyes at the girl and ruffled her hair once more.

“Yeah, yeah. You've been doing your homework? Staying out of trouble?” Jia folded her arms and raised her eyebrow, staring at the younger girl who rolled her eyes at her back-to-back questioning.

“Yes and yes…” Jia examined the girl’s expression, looking for any signs of her lying before smiling in satisfaction when she found none. Since Jia had met Ain late last year, she saw her as a baby sister. She made sure the seventeen-year-old took her education seriously while helping her excel in dancing.

“I saw a good amount of people in the lobby. I think they're coming to your class.” Ain said as she mimicked Jia’s stretches. “We’ll see at 7:50.” Ain nodded and continued following Jia’s movements.

Once it hit 7:50, Jia swung the door open and jammed a doorstopper underneath it, welcoming the students in with a warm smile. Ain wasn't lying when she said it was a good amount of people. Jia counted a little over fourty people when she eyeballed the crowd entering the room.

She saw many familiar faces within the crowd, as well as new ones. While she searched the crowd of dancers from the doorframe, Jia saw the distinctive box slowly appear in front of her face. It was attached to a hand and Jia followed the direction it came from, spinning on her feet.

Her face immediately formed into a cheerful expression when she saw who it was. Bada’s face held a matching expression as she pulled her arm around and kept the box in Jia’s line of sight.

“Bada! Welcome to my class!” Jia happily greeted the girl and went in for a hug. She felt Bada freeze before reciprocating the hug, swaying side to side before letting go.

After staring at each other for a couple of seconds, Jia broke the silence by playfully slapping the girl’s arm. “I told you not to buy me anything. And you better accept the money when I repay you. It’s rude to ignore my wishes-” Bada ignored Jia’s complaints, fixing the girl’s bucket hat that seemed to shift during the hug.

“Friends buy friends things. I'm not taking it back and I'm not accepting anything in exchange.” Bada calmly stated while putting her hands in her pocket, eyes fixated on the girl. Jia maintained the stare-off, giving a pointed gaze in return for Bada’s overall calm and unwavering one.

Jia grumbled and accepted the box of Peperos, causing Bada to smile at her victory as Jia moved to the side. Bada took this as a signal to walk in and the chattering students’ attention instantly flipped to the two.

Jia removed the doorstopper and kicked it to the side, allowing the door to slowly shut behind her as she walked further into the class. A path was cleared for her to walk toward the front of the class.

She pretended to hold a stern face as she reached the front and put the gift in her bag. The girl then turned toward the class and stood front and center, silently staring into the eyes of each student. She could tell a few of them were intimidated as she heard the conversations come to a halt.

Meeting gazes with Ain who held a ‘really?’ expression on her face that told her she didn't believe her stern charade, forced Jia to crack a smile and laugh. “I’m kidding guys, welcome to my class!” She said with a laugh, changing her expression to one of excitement.

All of the students laughed along, the newer students releasing sighs while the ones who were familiar with taking her classes were used to her stunts. “Today we are learning the choreography that I made earlier this week. It's to a song that some of you might be familiar with, ‘Only’ by J.cob featuring Nathania.”

Cheers and claps were heard around the room to her announcement, rendering a smile to take over Jia’s features. She scanned the room and saw Bada a little toward the back, holding up two thumbs up. Her smile widened a little before she cleared her throat and slowly paced the front of the room.

Jia directed them during stretches and told jokes throughout the entirety to make it go faster. After stretching, she heard Ain speak up. “Jia, can you show us the choreography before you teach it? I wanna envision it all beforehand.”

The class chorused in agreement and Jia quietly stared at the girl with a closed mouth passive-aggressive grin. She knew what she was doing, and Ain could tell with the evil smirk that casted over her features.

Ain had been quietly observing Bada and Jia since the class started. She caught every exchanged glance and smile. The seventeen-year-old was also secretly recruited by Hulk and J-Ho to spy on the pair and return with information since they weren't able to go to the class themselves.

Jia sighed before agreeing and moving toward the computer. By this time, the cameraman had already come inside and set his equipment up at the front of the class. He asked if he needed to record this and Jia confirmed that he didn't, but that didn't stop the students from eagerly whipping out their phones.

Jia fast-forwarded the song to the chorus before Nathania’s verse and jogged back to the center of the room where the class left a big space for her to dance. She didn't do the dance full-out and only performed the choreography but still earned cheers from the dancers observing.

As the choreography came to a close she jokingly pointed at one of the students’ phones before bowing and jogging back over to the computer. She stopped the music and turned back over to the class who clapped in response.

“How was that? Are you guys ready to learn it?” They all cheered ‘yes’ and Jia happily clapped. The way Jia taught dancers and idols were completely different. She was a bit more strict with the idols she choreographed for than the dancers.

But overall, Jia was a pretty patient teacher. She reviewed the dancers through the mirror as she explained each move to them and asked after each step she taught if there were any questions. 

During the first water break, Jia moved to her water bottle and took a sip. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bada approaching her. She restrained the smile that threatened to rise and turned toward the girl with a neutral facial expression.

“So, Bada… how are you liking my class so far?” Jia quired, lightly tapping her nails against aluminum as she spoke. Bada smiled at the girl and switched the hand holding her own water bottle.

“You're great with people. I can tell you genuinely find happiness in what you do.” Bada truthfully reflected, causing Jia to smile and nod. She thanked the girl and folded her arms behind her back.

“Also you're an amazing dancer. I'm happy I got to see you dance in person.” Jia quickly unfolded her arms and hovered a hand over her mouth, attempting to hide the grin and blush rising. Bada smiled at the girl’s reaction.

“Thanks… do you want to perform the choreo at the end with a group?” Jia questioned once she gained her composure back, her nonchalant tone of voice conflicting with the hopeful gleam in her eyes.

Bada tapped her chin and put a hand on her hip, mimicking a thinking position before cracking a smile. “Yeah, I guess I will.” Jia excitedly smiled and clapped. “Alright, now let me teach the rest of the dance.”

She immediately pivoted towards the group and clapped louder. “Alright guys, I hope you're well-hydrated because we're learning the rest of the dance now!” Some cheers were heard and Jia smiled at Bada who moved back to where she previously was.

Her eyes trailed around the classroom before she turned toward the mirror and met the gaze of Ain who had a brow quirked while looking between the two experienced dancers. Jia rolled her eyes at the girl and continued teaching the steps.

Once she taught all of the moves, she performed the counts with the group about five times with no music. She turned on the music and performed the choreography two more times before moving to the back.

She sent Ain to run the music back as she spoke over it. “Okay guys, now you'll perform as a class two more times but I won't be leading it.” Jia looked around the crowd and saw some unsure faces before the chorus before Nathania’s verse started playing.

She paced behind the dancers and looked at most of them through the mirror. “I believe in you guys! 5, 6, 7, 8!” After she counted them off, they began doing the dance and Jia smiled. She kept her eyes on different dancers and hyped some of them up.

Jia bobbed her head and made satisfied faces at her favorite parts when she saw students accomplish the moves well. Her eyes did trail to Bada’s in the mirror but knowing that she was actually doing her choreography was a little too much for her at the moment so she dragged her gaze away.

After each run, she made some comments and reminders about the parts where most messed up but ultimately cheered them on. Once the last run was over, Jia paused the music and jogged back to the front of the class.

She held a satisfied smile and held her hands together while looking at the group. “After this water break, we're going to record the dance full-out. If you don't want to be chosen for one of the groups who will be recorded, move off to the side.”

A good few from the class moved to the side and when she saw Ain try to, Jia quickly pulled the girl back and smiled at her with a pointed gaze. This earned laughs from around the room and Ain dramatically sighed but stayed next to Jia.

“Okay, so I'm going to choose the groups and then we're gonna go on a water break.” Jia looked around at the dancers left standing. “The first group of dancers will be me, Ain, you with the camouflage cargos and…”

She looked around the group of dancers, taking a couple of glances at Bada before saying the last two recruits. “You with the red hair and you in the grey shirt.” Numerous surprised facial expressions were seen throughout the class, even Ain who thought Jia would use this opportunity to add Bada to her group.

“Alright, now the second group…” Jia drew out, walking between the standing figures. She stopped by Bada and smiled at her through the mirror, putting her hand on her shoulder and patting it.

“Will have the one and only, Bada Lee.” Many of the dancers to the sides started clapping and Jia slid her hand off Bada’s shoulder and moved around the room once more. She picked out six other dancers to be a part of Bada’s group before putting the last nine dancers in the middle together.

The water break started and Jia moved to her water bottle. She saw Ain coming toward her out of the corner of her eye and prepared for the younger girl’s nagging. “Yes, Ain?”

Ain squinted her eyes at the older woman and crossed her arms. “Why didn't you add Bada Lee to your group?” Jia sighed and drank a gulp of water. She turned toward the younger girl and shrugged.

“I wanted her to lead the second group, it's no biggie.” Jia told Ain, which wasn't a lie but wasn't the full truth. She had guessed by now that Ain was sent to spy on the two because Hulk and J-ho weren't there to watch the two themselves.

If Jia told her the whole truth, she knew for a fact that it would get to Hulk and J-ho by the day after and she wouldn't hear the end of it. Ain surveyed Jia’s face before slowly nodding and walking backward toward her friends that came to the class.

Jia shook her head with a smile and took another sip of her water. “I feel like I should be offended you didn't add me to your group.” Jia twirled toward the sudden voice and laughed at Bada’s fake hurt facial expression.

She pouted and rubbed the girl’s arm in sympathy. “I know you'll do a great job leading the second group.” Bada’s expression morphed into a smile as she confidently nodded.

Jia admired the girl’s facial features for a second before dragging her gaze down to her stilled hand on Bada’s arm. She immediately withdrew her hand from Bada’s arm and placed it on her neck, switching her gaze to Bada’s tattoo and sheepishly smiling.

Bada tilted her head and kept her gaze locked on the girl in front of her. She could tell Jia wanted to say more by the conflicting look in her eyes. “And…?”

Jia’s eyes flickered to Bada’s and her mind was shouting at her mouth to deny that there were any more reasons, but her mouth had different plans.

“Well…” She rubbed her hand against the nape of her neck before bringing it down to her elbow. She fixated her gaze on a button on Bada’s shirt and mumbled out her response. “What? I didn't catch that.” Bada furrowed her brows and moved a little closer to the girl.

Jia internally screamed and sighed, taking off her bucket hat and running a hand through her hair before putting it back on. “I also wanted to watch you do my choreography, you know since you're a great dancer and all. It'll be easier to see you dance if you're in another group.” She revealed in one breath, risking a glimpse at Bada’s face.

She was surprised to see a reddish blush painted over the seasoned dancer’s features, accompanied by an appreciative smile. Jia took this opportunity to release some of the nervousness she felt at the moment through comedic relief.

“Wait- is that blush I see? Did I make the Bada Lee blush?” Jia teasingly joked with a laugh, causing the accused to cover her cheeks as she laughed. “Stop, it just means a lot coming from you… because you're also an amazing dancer.” Bada rushed out the last part, biting back the smile that showed throughout her features.

Jia felt the heat rising on her face as she broke her gaze from Bada’s, not-so-discreetly glancing down at the girl’s lips before looking off the side and waving her hand mindlessly. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

She drank another gulp of water before looking at the time and making a noise of recognition. “Water break is over! Let's do a quick stretch before recording.” Jia clapped and got the attention of the dancers as she moved to the middle of the dancefloor.

After the groups stretched together and went over the dance, the first group got into their places. As the music started, Jia clarified to the people who weren't used to her classes that they weren't going to record the full-out version yet, but just do markings.

The group finished markings before rewinding the song back to a couple of seconds before the choreography started. Jia glanced over to Bada through the mirror and couldn't help the matching smile that grew on her face when Bada put a thumbs-up.

She silently laughed before directing her attention to the camera that was rolling. Fully immersing herself in the choreography, Jia made sure to show off a little. She made sure to portray a balanced amount of fluidity and control while also depicting each move through her facial expressions. The cheers and claps from the dancers off to the side only fueled her motions to be more satisfying.

Jia’s body moved to the beat and when it was time for her solo freestyle at the end, she made sure to keep it a little short before returning back to her usual self. Her face transformed into a grin as she held her heart and bowed in thanks for the praise.

She made sure to clap for the other dancers in her group, hugging each one of them and congratulating them on their execution. Jia’s gaze drifted toward Bada who stood across the room. Bada was already staring at her so when they made eye contact, Bada put up two thumbs up and mouthed ‘that was amazing’.

Jia’s smile widened at Bada’s compliment and put her hands over her heart and downwards smiled. Jia felt Ain tap her arm and switched her gaze to the younger girl next to her. “Stop staring at her with googly eyes and call the next group up!”

Jia side-eyed the girl and waved a finger at her while she walked toward the back of the class. “Next group!” She called out with a smile, holding her hands together as she signaled for them to go to the center.

There were cheers echoing around the room once Bada was seen approaching the middle. Jia joined in by clapping for the group, signaling one of the students off to the side to stand by the computer and wait for her cue to play the music.

After a few seconds, Bada gave a sign to Jia through the mirror showing that her group was ready. Jia nodded and sent signals to both the student and the cameraman. Once the music started, Jia kept her eyes trained on the dancers in front of her.

Each time they made the dance their own, Jia nodded along and cheered for them with a pleased smile. She mimicked the moves at some parts and winced in enjoyment at other parts.

But, Jia couldn't help it when her eyes trailed to a specific dancer in the group. Jia held a fist to her mouth and turned around before regaining her composure when she saw Bada do the specific hip part of her choreography.

She met gazes with Bada through the mirror as the choreography ended and signaled for her to keep going, adding her own short freestyle at the end once the other dancers walked off to the side.

Jia just smiled at the girl and stared at her in respect. After meeting her, Jia would be lying if she said she hadn't spent an hour or two watching random Bada dance videos. She grew to love watching the girl perform.

The way she carried herself, the control she had over her body, and the precision in her movements when dancing amazed the girl. So, seeing Bada do Jia’s choreography and channel such elements made Jia smile to herself while she watched Bada dance.

As Bada wrapped up the freestyle, Jia clapped for the girl and sent her two thumbs up. Bada smiled and shook her head before bowing. The cheers from Jia’s students came to an end once Bada moved from the middle and the music stopped.

She watched as Bada praised the other dancers in her group for their dancing. Jia made her way over to them and congratulated them herself. She high-fived each dancer from the group and listed the parts she especially liked their versions of.

Bada watched with a glint of admiration as Jia enthusiastically spoke to her students, individually complimenting them as well as giving constructive criticism. She could really see how much Jia cared for the people she taught and it made her smile.

Jia’s gaze fell on Bada and she placed her hands on her hips, slightly smirking at the girl as she got ready to tease her. “What are you smiling about? Your performance could use a little work, these six were outshining you.” Jia jokingly tutted and shook her head, causing the six other dancers to laugh and Bada’s smile to only grow.

“Yeah, yeah. I might have to come to another one of your classes, perhaps one wasn't enough.” The six other dancers from the second group’s eyes widened at her statement, instantly turning toward their teacher.

Jia’s eyes widened a bit as she broke her eye contact with Bada, clearing her throat as she tried to keep a nonchalant impression. “Sure, maybe you might need one more of my classes.” She said with a shrug before bowing and excusing herself from the group.

Jia’s mind hadn't even processed that whole interaction before she called for the next group to go to the middle. When the dancers were ready, the music started to play and the camera started filming.

The girl made sure to keep the same energy for this group, cheering and wincing in delight at different sections. Her eyes were equally trained on all of the dancers and she was overall happy with their performance.

After the last group performed, Jia gave feedback on their version of her choreography. She let the group catch their breath before she stood at the front of the room. “I just want to thank all of you for signing up for my class. It was fun teaching this dance to all of you and I hope you all had as much fun as I did.

You are all amazing dancers and I thank you for sparing me a couple hours of your day.” Jia finished her short speech with a bow and gained applause from everyone around the room.

She smiled at the applause before announcing that the class was dismissed. A few people stayed back to ask Jia questions or take pictures with her, to which Jia accepted. After about fifteen minutes, one of the last students left, and Jia began to push Ain out the door.

“You have homework to do and it's late, you can't help me pack up,” Jia explained to the frowning girl before hugging her goodbye and sending her on her way. She twirled around to see Bada and two other students still there.

With furrowed brows, she approached them. When her footsteps were heard, the three looked up toward her. The two familiar students looked at each other and between the two other dancers before rushing out goodbyes and leaving the room with giggles.

Jia looked over her shoulder at the duo speedwalking out of the room, rolling her eyes with a smile at their giggles before turning her attention back to the girl in front of her.

She held a questioning gaze when she looked at Bada, trying to figure out without any words why she was still there. “I thought you'd leave by now,” Jia said with a confused smile playing on her lips.

“I stayed to help you pack up,” Bada revealed with a close-lipped smile that Jia found absolutely charming. Jia raised her eyebrows, flicking her gaze around Bada’s face before nodding with a somewhat matching close-lipped smile.

“Alright, thank you.” Jia began giving Bada directions on what she wanted her to do and the girl happily complied. While they packed up together, their conversation flowed as easily as it did on the phone, which the two were immensely grateful for.

Their banter was the same and it felt like time passed quickly as the two packed up the studio. Their conversations continued as they walked down the stairs to the lobby side by side.

Once they signed out and exited the building, they stopped in front of the studio and collectively sighed. “Thank you for coming to my class.” “Thank you for inviting me.” Jia smiled at the girl and slightly tilted her head to the side.

She watched as Bada bit down on her bottom lip, obviously contemplating something in her mind. “What are you thinking about?” Jia questioned, sliding her hand down her bag’s strap.

Bada stared back at the girl and folded her hands together. “Would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow?” Jia tried to bite back her smile, ultimately failing as she nodded her head.

“Yeah, I'd love to.” Bada smiled at the response, feeling a sense of relief flow through her body. “Great, I'll text you the details.” Jia nodded and folded her arms around herself, happy with how today went.

Bada didn't know whether she should hug the girl goodbye, so she ultimately just bowed and said her goodbyes. The two walked in different directions toward their cars, the radiant grins evidently plastered on their features.

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[mabelstone]

ENCHANTED BY TAYLOR SWIFT, YOU CAN PICK IF ITS MATT OR TREY AND YOU CAN PICK IF ITS SMUT OR FLUFF!!

nothing has gotten me sooo excited to write in forever, thank you thank you

was going through a breakup when i started this page so consider this a love letter to myself.. heres a soft one

Until I See You Again

matt stone x f!reader

You plastered the hundredth fake smile onto your lips that night, the muscles in your face fatigued from the forced gesture. You were surrounded by a bunch of snobs blabbing on about things you couldn't care less about, dressed in clothes that cost more than your rent, and coercing fake laughs from the depths of your being.

You felt out of place, a tall flute of expensive champagne that tasted like cat piss warming in your hand, a tight emerald dress essentially suffocating you, and blistered feet your friends heels were responsible for. Life hadn't been too kind to you lately and you desperately needed some positive change in your life.

So here you were, putting your acting skills to the test as you tried your best to fit the façade that would hopefully land you this editing job. Your friend promised you she had connections, they just happened to be twenty years old of you and were fed from the shiniest silver spoons known to man.

You tried your best to seem interested in what ever the hell they were going on about, not that you understood a lick of it. You heard a loud laugh from behind you, out of place, yet oh so intriguing. You turned to find the source; a tall man with auburn curls, small oval-rimmed glasses, and the most inviting, genuine smile you'd seen in a long time. He was laughing beside another brunette, punching him in the shoulder before lifting his glasses to wipe a tear from his eye.

You excused yourself from the group once you'd finished your repulsive drink, opting for another because you were going to need at least six more to bear the rest of the night. You helped yourself in the kitchen, grabbing a pre-filled flute from the kitchen bench.

A voice arose from behind you, not startling, but soft and familiar, as if you'd heard it a million times before.

"Have we met before?" The voice was the equivalent to a warm hug that swathed your aching heart, every atom in your body seemingly magnetised to him. It was him. His aura was incredible, pale shades of purple and blue dancing around him, invisible to the naked eye, but god, could you feel it.

"You know, it's strange. I was honestly thinking the same thing," You started, offered him a shy smile as you leant against the counter. "I couldn't have, I just moved here two days ago." You weren't lying, there was something about him.

"Maybe in a past life," he joked, extending a hand to you. "Well, I'm Matt, and you are?"

"Y/N," you replied meekly, taking the warm hand he extended to you in your own. He had a little gap in his teeth and he smelt faintly of smoke, but nice regardless. He was quite a bit taller than you, his eyes glittered in the light and everything about him was enchanting. First impressions were very important to you, and he sure did exceed everyone in the room.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you. What are you doing hanging with a bunch of middle aged snobs?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you retorted quizzically, both of you exchanging tipsy smiles, a sudden lightness filling the space between you.

"My father owns the magazine every one of these jerk off's here work for," he scrunched his nose in distaste, pulling a soft giggle from you. "Your turn."

"Well, I'm hoping to become one of those jerk off's," you shrugged a shoulder, peering at him through a teasing smirk as you raised the flute to your lips.

"Shit- sorry," his cheeks flushed the most beautiful shade of pink, bringing a hand up to awkwardly rub the back of his neck. He quickly retracted his hand with a wide smile, a chance to redeem himself, "at least I'll get to see more of you! Unless I just lost all chance..."

"Not even close," you offered an earnest smile just as wide.

You talked all night, discovering you had so much in common, down to the same likes and dislikes in foods, minus the fact that you love olives, and he couldn't think of anything more unpleasant. You scrapped all your plans of sucking up to the boss, instead finding a better change in this new city.

It was incredibly late at this point, time dissolving into nothingness while in his presence.

"There you are!" Your friend announced loudly, giving Matt a small smile that slipped off her face just as fast. "Ubers here, let's go."

You opened your mouth to say an apology, a goodbye, anything to him before you were being dragged away, but he beat you to it.

"I'll put in a good word for you," he smiled, as you reached your hand out to him, your fingertips just brushing as you were pulled out of the room.

The whole ride home, you couldn't stop smiling.

"Do you, uh, know Matt?" You finally spoke up, pulling yourself out of your thoughts and interrupting the splitting silence in the car.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, the bosses son." She mumbled, half asleep. "He's a sweetie. Just be careful, he just got out of a relationship... It apparently got prettyyy messyyyy," she slurred, the obvious inebriation dragging down her heavy tongue.

You'd just gotten out of a relationship too, but you hadn't even thought about your ex all night thanks to the beautiful boy you just met. You thought about what he said, 'maybe in another life.' The potential foreshadowing sending a sharp pain through your heart.

You hoped it would be your first interaction of many, but couldn't build your hopes up just to have them ripped from under you again.

Please don't be in love with someone else. The painful mantra you repeated to yourself the whole way home.

Spoiler alert: you bagged the job and your bosses son.

this was a bit lame i forgot how to write, apologies

didn't proof read either, i did 6 night shifts in a row i am dead

[cthulhu-calling]

See You In Hell i

Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

Warnings : alcohol, drugs, one night stands

Author's Note : If you couldn't tell, reader (as in you!) are Hades. I haven't mentioned any specific body type or other physical traits. My readers are mostly woc when I write them but anyone can read. More tags will be added but for this chapter your warnings are listed below. Happy reading!

Summary : When a dangerous group gets their hands on a substance that could mean the end of the world as we know it, it's on you to find out how to stop them. Of course, you don't mind some help along the way. Especially when it's in the form of a redheaded former assassin.

Word Count : 2155

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This was getting old. Every night a long pub crawl, only coming to an end with the arrival of Apollo himself. Stepping through the doors of your penthouse, the tight leather of your pants sticking to you like a second skin, you really wished you hadn’t given her your spare key. 

Hecate lounged on your couch, one of the few pieces of furniture in your otherwise sparse living room. ‘Minimalism is all the rage’, the interior designer had said. A steaming mug of what you believed was peppermint tea was in her delicate hands. 

“Is there any whiskey in that by any chance?” you wondered out loud.

As an immortal being, a God, you couldn’t possibly get drunk on human liquor, though that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate the taste of a tumbler of aged scotch or a glass of wine that would put Dionysus to shame. Living forever loses its appeal after a couple hundred millennia. It was fun at first, great wars and even greater monsters. The high of slaying the horrors that had been unleashed upon the world by Kronos enough to make you continue this whole God gig and the shenanigans that came along with it. Thanks Dad. 

Rolling her deep brown eyes, she moved towards you before pushing the cup into your hands, “Drink up. Chad has called a council and you don’t want to be late,” she said as she fixed her deep red midi-length dress which you found too conservative for your tastes. I mean, you’re immortal. Live a little, for God’s sake. 

Your hands fly to your face, the heels of your palm digging into your eye socket as you groan throatily, “Ugh, remind me why I still bother to stay in touch with those losers?” you whine, beyond annoyed at this point. 

“Well, for starters, as the Ruler of the Underworld, you cannot just cut ties with the Ruler of the World and your brother. Plus, Mount Olympus has a pretty sweet waterslide,” she answered with a smirk. She wasn’t wrong. The waterslide was mean, even by Godly standards.

And she was right about the whole ‘Being the Ruler of the Underworld, overseer of souls and overall baddie’ part. But, contrary to what ‘Paradise Lost’ and ‘Lucifer’ would make you believe, Hades, or ‘Satan’ as you were more popularly known for the past couple of centuries, was not your charming, chain smoking bad boy with feathery black wings and a severe case of daddy issues (though that part could be argued. I mean, years stuck inside a wacko’s stomach with four siblings and a pretty large rock is bound to fuck a gal up in one way or another, right?) or even an ugly swamp monster. To begin with, Hades is a woman. Most people refuse to believe that Hades is anything but 200 pounds of pure muscle and seduction. A slice of heavenly beefcake. 

“Alright, let’s go. But I’m going to require an actual drink after this,” you grumble as Hecate slowly pushes you towards the shower. You didn't really need to shower as a God but why not? Especially if it will help you put off showing up at the upcoming family reunion for as long as possible.

“Do this and I’ll come out with you tonight,” she bribed. That was incentive enough for you and you quickly freshened up for what you were sure was going to be an awkward and uncomfortable coming together of The Ancient Family.

*

You huffed angrily as you walked back into your house, throwing your clutch and keys to one side before flopping down onto the chaise lounge. You were so sick of this. Every time. Every fucking time. 

You could hear Hecate’s rushed footsteps, her flats making an unnecessarily loud noise across the tiles. You groaned loudly, a hand across your forehead as you wondered why you even bothered.

She sat down next to you on the sofa and pulled your head into her lap, running her fingers through your hair. 

After a couple of moments of silence, your eyes closed, the stress of the day melted away slowly with the gentle movements of her fingers. Hecate had always been sensitive. She could feel your distress before you left for Mount Olympus but the anger rolling off of you in waves really put her on edge. 

“Look at the positive side honey, you get to spend more time around here on Ear-“ she says but is swiftly cut off by your throaty groan. “Fuck no,” you moan. 

“C’mon don’t be like that,” she tried but you moved away from her, walking towards your bedroom. “I need a real fucking drink,” you grumble as the door shuts with a loud band behind you, Hecate left alone in the living room, gently shaking her head. 

*

Natasha was exhausted. From back to back missions and Sam and Bucky’s constant bickering the whole time, it was safe to say that she’d had it. She needed a drink. 

So here they were, the whole team minus Bruce, in some seedy bar in Brooklyn where she knew the barkeep could make a decent enough drink and the patrons generally left them alone. It wasn’t easy being one of Earth’s mightiest heroes. 

Another mission that would last far too long, more than she cared for. At least it was a pretty low profile mission, just scouting and gathering some intel. There were strict orders not to get involved until and unless it was absolutely imperative for them to do so. She was glad it was Bucky who would be joining her. Steve was a goddamn killjoy and Sam never seemed to know when he should shut up. 

But for tonight and tonight alone, all of it was forgotten. Ideally, she’d like to meet a pretty girl and take her home for the night but she’d make do with a good drink and a plate of mozzarella sticks. But that was before she saw her. 

Looking at her, Natasha’s interest was instantly piqued. 

Even dressed down, she looked better than anybody present. Black skinny jeans that hugged all her curves, cropped red tank top and a leather jacket, paired with what looked like black Louboutin boots that proved she valued comfort just as much as style. She could faintly see the gleam of a gemstone of some sort at the woman’s waist, partially hidden by her jacket. 

She saw the woman take a seat at one end of the bar with her companions, directly in her line of sight. The taller one had russet brown skin with dark curly hair, dressed in a long, flowy purple dress and what looked like a necklace full of odd charms, her face having little to no make up. The shorter one was plump with pale white skin and dark makeup, wearing leather from head to toe. 

Sam too had noticed the women walk in. It was safe to say that a gorgeous woman never failed to catch his eye. Nudging Bucky, he jerked his head towards the trio. Bucky was instantly attracted to you and did not protest when Sam led him towards your seat at the bar. 

Natasha watched from afar, completely engrossed in the interaction. A small smirk played at her lips as she registered Steve taking a seat next to her, watching Sam and Bucky make fools of themselves. 

Natasha was definitely interested now. 

*

You were ready to end this shit show of a day on a good note. On a high note at the very least. And what better place than Dan’s, where the drinks are strong, the food is far too greasy and the music’s loud. 

You don’t know how but Hecate managed to convince Nyx to join you for the night but you weren’t one to complain. Nyx was an absolute blast, the best person to party with. Hecate on the other hand was only here for your sake. Dark and dingy bars were admittedly not her scene. 

The moment you set foot into the establishment, you know this was going to be a good night. You were dressed comfortably but you knew you looked good either way. It was hard not to be aware of it, especially when all heads turned to look at the three of you when you walked towards the bar. 

“Two beers and a ginger ale please,” Nyx says as she plops down on the barstool, letting her long, dark hair down. 

“Not drinking again?” You question, grabbing the beer and taking a large gulp. 

“All of it tastes like piss anyway,” she grumbled, cracking open the can and taking a small sip. 

Hecate elects to stay quiet, slowly sipping her beer, cringing at the taste of it. You’re scanning the establishment, generally checking people out when you see two men approaching your group. They were hot, no doubt, but you kinda just wanted a night to yourselves. But you decided to have fun with them before letting them down not so easy.

Natasha had front row tickets to the shenanigans, watching as the group of women totally tore into both Bucky and Sam. She would have felt bad for them if she didn’t find it so fucking hilarious. But what was funnier though, was the fact that you were there the next morning, sitting at the kitchen island while Sam made pancakes. She saw you walking towards him, reaching for the syrup and grabbing his butt in the process. 

“This is a common space, you know?” Natasha asks, walking towards the counter and grabbing a plate.

“Sorry,” Sam mumbles bashfully. You just toss her a smirk and she’s not sure if her eyes are deceiving her but you seem to be checking her out. She’s sure you are when you wink at her before focusing your attention on Sam again.

Once most of the team is here, other than Bucky who seemed to have spent the night elsewhere, Tony is quick to start an interrogation

“So, Y/n, what is it that you do?”

You take your time answering, taking a long, drawn out sip of your coffee.

“Oh, I’m a manager of sorts,” you answer vaguely.

“Here in Manhattan?” Tony continues, still suspicious. 

“Mhm, downtown,” you supply. 

“Hmm, interesting,” Tony trails off and all of them stare at him, wondering why he’s acting so strange. Sam looks particularly embarrassed but you don’t seem to care, finishing your food and putting your plate away. When your phone begins to ring, you grab it quickly, but not quick enough that Natasha can’t read the name of the caller. Vanko Lebedev. Why does that sound so familiar? 

“Uh-huh, okay,” you’re quick to get on your feet then, giving Sam a kiss on the cheek before you leave with a “I’ll call you,” thrown his way.

He only realises later that you never got his number. 

*

The next time the team sees you is rather unexpected. It’s two weeks after they initially met you. Natasha and Clint are undercover at a gala hosted by the governor in honour of Valerie Banks, philanthropist and business woman. The woman had made a donation to one of the charities that the governor had started, a sizable donation. And there you were, all dolled up and hanging off her arm. 

It’s when she sees you that all warning bells start going off in her head. Valerie Banks was who Natasha and Clint were on the lookout for. Her company, a pharmaceutical one, was rumoured to have procured a substance quite like the super soldier serum and were supposedly on their way to making their own superhumans. To see you with her definitely raises her suspicions. It’s not just Banks that they have to look into now, but you too. 

Natasha, despite her good looks, knew how to blend into the crowd. So well that you didn’t realise as she followed you to the restroom. She sees you slip into the restroom but unlike what she expected, you don’t lock the door. She’s cautious, listening through the door. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve basically got her eating out of my palm. I mean, who knew rich women could be so desperate?” you giggle.

[starrspice]

👀👀👀 nice ocs! mind sharing the lore with the class?

Hi yes hello Anon I would be delighted to share the lore with you all excuse me while i foam at the mouth

Please enjoy my brainworms about my precious precious babies (lore below the cut)

SO they are a group of mercinaries called The "Universal Freelance Operation Specialists" aka the U.F.O.S. and despite being mercinaries they honestly do just about any job you're willing to pay for big or small

They all just live and travel in their Ship hopping from galaxy to galaxy looking for jobs to snag and making friends and enemies along the way

You have Mars, the "captain" of the ship and the boss of the whole organization Who is an exhiled warrior from one of the most reserved and unstudied planets in the universe. Not much is known about her home life or her history since she's very tight lipped about it, but one thing is for certain. If you're the bottom of the barrel and feel like nobody in the galaxy would ever want or need you for anything, chances are you'll find a place with Mars in the U.F.O.S. even if you don't stick around. Mars is an excellent leader and knows how to orchestrate plans including every member and their own unique set of skills. She knows her group is rag tag and often considered the bottom of the barrel but holds them all dear regardless of what others might say. She's often very stern and stoic, usually acting aloof to trick people into thinking she's oblivious. She's firm but fair and loyalty is extremely important to her. She's got a kind heart and a soft side she's often afraid to show as its been used against her in the past.

Next up is Ango, a reject from a planet of one of the most intelligent species known throughout several galaxies. He's not quite as highly intelligent as some of the top scholars on his planet but he's the planet's equivalent of a mad scientist. Now he uses his high intelligence and skills with tech to tinker and invent a broad range of odd but useful devices that could change things for better (but more often for worse). He's considered extremely dangerous and somewhat mad by his own species. He's Mars's second in command and the resident Repair man (cuz stars knows stuff gets broken non stop, especially Zai and Gidget. Mars and Zai traveled together for years before eventually finding and recruiting Gidget, and later on Zai. Just like Mars he's pretty reserved with his past and gets squeamish talking about it. He tends to be a bit hot headed and exentric at times often blowing his top and making a mess of things that could've easily been handled diplomatically.

Gidget (Formally known as Aza) is a scrapped Childcare Android who used to belong to a very Wealthy politician and was in charge of caring for, raising, and befriending the politician's daughter. Gidget deeply cared for the girl and was absolutely devastated when she was thrown away after a new intergalactic law made Androids official citizens with basic rights (requiring any owners of androids to pay extra and provide for the androids they owned). Found by Zai and Mars in a sorry broken state and living on stolen charges, the pair took her in and repaired her, eventually completely rebuilding her with a new and more durable body. She became the glue of the team and helped mediate and problem solve whenever Ango and Mars reached an impass but she is the teams self proclaimed "demolition" specialist and tends to enjoy any job involving explosives, but also often plays nurse and patches up her organic teammate's injuries after a rough job

Zai is by far the newest member of the team (as well as the youngest) but is still a very capable and resrouceful member they can't do without. Often called "the muscle" of the team Zai is the combat specialist, easily able to handle large swarms of enemies on his own whether it be armed or bare handed. Humans are an extremely rare sight across the universe as earth is seen as a semi-primitive planet not yet considered suitable for intergalactic travel and Extra terrestrial interaction, so humans are usually abducted from their planet and sold as illegal and exotic "pets" to rich and powerful people. Zai however, was unfortunate enough to be abducted and tossed into what is essentially an intergalactic dog fighting ring. He spent his teenage years and early 20s fighting for his life in the arena, and was frequently augmented and experimented on in attempts to make him stronger. Eventually the other members of the fight ring came to stop calling him by his real name (Austin Beckett) and began to call him "Zai" which means "Champion". He kept the name ever since. Eventually the fighting ring was busted by the authorities, and Zai desperately made his escape during the raid (knowing if he was taken in by the police he'd be treated like a glorified animal since humans were considered largely unintelligent). By the time he was freed from the ring he had so many of his human body replaced with machines and augments, most notibly his prosthetic mechanical arm, leg, and eyes as well as his cerebral implant (which he later removes himself). With no way to go back to earth and nowhere to go after he was freed the U.F.O.S. took him in and adopted him as part of their little team (which he considers as his family) and although he is often very friendly and optimistic he has extremely violent tendencies especially when it comes to protecting his family. Despite their constant bickering Zai and Ango are probably the closest out of the bunch and spend the most time together

While they usually just run around doing oddjobs, their lives were forever changed. They were hired for an amount of credits one could only dream of to retrieve a "top secret super weapon" but would ultimately end up being the most wanted criminals in the universe after stealing it from the intergalactic federation. Their lives are turned upside down as they're forced to go on the run (and keep this "weapon" from everyone, including their original employer)

[hannysarang]

Control // Twenty One.

Summary: Draco hasn't been able to enjoy sex and a little birdie tells him Hermione likes to take control. Is he willing to give it up? Can Draco Malfoy give up control?

Chapter 21 ————————

The mission quickly came to an end once Draco arrived back at the Ministry with McGonagall. Members of all three groups trickled in but he just watched the old professor as she sat in the middle of a crowd of Healers, wrapped in a warm blanket.

In all his years at Hogwarts, he was convinced McGonagall didn’t like him one bit. Though he was a little fussy about it as a kid, to present day Draco, her not liking him felt justified. Not only was he always bullying kids, but he was also the son of a Death Eater and had tried to kill the headmaster and a few others on multiple occasions.

So it came as a surprise that she had faith in him and had known about yet let his pranks pass by without any consequences. She believed in his skills and trusted his knowledge. She had trusted him with her safety and maybe even her life. 

Draco quickly turned away when McGonagall looked his way.

Turning his attention to the returning wizards, he searched for the tall Asian man only to discover that he had not yet arrived. Tapping his foot, Draco impatiently waited for Hermione to come back and was relieved to see the man apparate in, holding a little witch in his arms.

“Life is so much easier when you can physically carry people,” Draco heard Hermione complain as she handed off the witch to a Healer. 

Straightening up when Hermione started walking his way, Draco stretched his shoulders back with one arm carrying his torn cape.

There was a small worrying crease on the Asian man’s forehead. “Hey, you okay?”

With a short nod, he sent Hermione a tight lipped smile. “Perfectly fine.”

He was, in fact, not perfectly fine. His muscles still ached from whatever curse had hit his back and his back was a little raw, but she didn’t have to know; it could have been worse.

“Are you alright?” he asked back.

“Of course I am,” the man replied, brushing his fingers through his hair just as Hermione always did.

Visibly gulping, Draco’s eyes followed his hands as it went through his hair and dropped to his side. Merlin, the size and structure of his hands were making Draco think of unthinkable things, things he never thought he’d like.

If Draco were an artist, he would’ve called this man to the Manor every week and sketched every inch of his body. He wanted to know everything about this body.

“You’re staring, Draco,” Hermione chuckled, bringing her hand up to stroke his cheek and gently tap his lips with her thumb.

Almost subconsciously, Draco opened his mouth, following her hand as she pulled it back with a smirk.

“Again, I didn’t know you were into men.”

“I’m not, I swear,” he groaned. “It’s just you.”

“Hm,” she smirked. “That’s good to hear.”

Eye attached to her lips, Draco nodded blank mindedly.

“Those who need the attention of Healers, please come find them here in the front,” Kingsley’s voice boomed across the room. “We’ll send a team to retrieve any bodies as soon as possible. Thank you for being with us tonight.”

“Thank you,” McGonagall weakly added.

Individual cheers and chatter broke out at the wrap up but Draco was still staring at Hermione.

“Do you want to come to my flat?” offered Hermione. “I believe we have something we need to talk about.”

They did. Well, he did. And he really wanted to get it off his chest and tell Hermione so that he could finally go back to waking up by her side.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s go,” he sighed.

When the pair apparated to the entrance of her building, Hermione looked at the cape in his arm. “What happened?”

“It protected me from a curse,” he shrugged.

Chuckling, she replied, “Good for her.”

They climbed the stairs together, steps synchronised, but Draco froze when he saw Blaise standing next to her door, his back leaning on the wall.

“Blaise?” said Hermione, causing the wizard to look up.

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[rfaromance]

I NEED HEADCANONS ON THE RFA + V AND ALL SAERANS ON WHAT STYLE OF DANCE THEY ARE / DO

I have a few ideas lmao XDDD

Ballroom? Jazz? Contemporary? Tap? Other?

I can see Seven blasting out some hip-hop, probably all improvised and wild but oddly incredible ????

Yoosung might watch him and be like woah that's so cool but wouldn't be good at copying at all and be so embarrassed

Zen does everything. Every dance. Every style. And he'd perform probably everywhere

Jumin, Jaehee..?? Jazz or something ?!?!

I can't think of V either lol

Suit Saeran - I can't see him dancing (or Unkown LOL), but like...aggressive hip-hop???

Ray is a ballroom boy, there's no doubt he'd be the cutest clumsy ballroom dancer who obsessively learned just to woo us - that SUIT HE HAS IT'S PERFECT HIS LITTLE TAILCOAT AS HE WOULD TURN

SE Saeran if he was made to dance would probably be that one person in the corner of a party just awkwardly swaying or something

And GE Saeran

Oh my

Also ballroom?? But like, much more advanced than Ray. Like a pro

I feel like he'd love it. The partnership and connection and movement in general? When you're in hold, your bodies are touching. Like pressed together, you move as one

I think he'd feel safe in hold with us ;; haha

...

But I can't get contemporary out of my head for him

Balletic, so graceful, so...free? He's free. He can express himself however he likes and I can see him just moving that way

Just so peaceful, yet packed with such deep emotion. He can release everything now.

..

Haha...I don't know. Those are just my guesses! What do you think? I'm so excited to find out! :D

Hi, anon! Let me start by saying that I do not know much about dance. I'm about as graceful as a bowlegged baby giraffe.

I agree that Yoosung wouldn't have much experience, but I could see him wanting to learn some basic steps so he could dance with a cute partner at the RFA parties. Maybe Zen teaches him a couple waltz steps.

Because yes, Zen would be an excellent dancer, from tap to ballroom dancing to jazz. Being a musical actor, he needs to be well versed in song AND dance. Give him choreography and he'll make it happen. His favorite is ballet, because it's graceful on stage and also because it builds INSANE muscle.

I could see Jaehee as really into swing dancing! Maybe it's the light flirty romance, maybe it's the old-timey feel, maybe it's because she's sapphic. But I see it.

Jumin would have formal dance training, I would assume, just based on his social status. But he's a bit rigid to dance with as a partner. He probably practiced with V to classical music, and now I'm gonna cry about that.

That being said, teenage V totally was into hip hop because he was an edgy, artistic teenager who'd be eager to rebel against the expectations for someone of his status.

Seven is an excellent dancer! He would've had to learn how to blend in at high-society parties to reach some of his agency targets. So while he loves freestyle and silly dances, he's perfectly capable of a waltz. Actually, I can see him being VERY into tango, because in tango the dance does all the talking while your face needs to be stern and stoic. Mr. 707 Masks would excel at that. He also wants ballet tips from Zen.

(Naturally, that makes Vandy a dancing master too. Probably moreso than Saeyoung, who's known to be eccentric.)

Saeran et al. is the tough part. Lol

If Ray is ballroom dancing, which 100% fits because he's the prince in his fantasies, then so is Suit. Because anything Ray can do, Suit must do better to prove he's worthier.

GE is the best of the 3, of course. I can also see GE wanting to get into ice skating? He gives me those vibes.

SE stubbornly refuses to dance. He'll do the macarena and that's it, and only if MC pouts at him.

Unknown... yes, he'd be into more urban type of dance, because he finds the movements sharp and strong and intimidating. To which I say, Unknown, have you SEEN kpop boy groups? Hear me out, Unknown!

[historia-gloria]

Give me something to wear against my bloodstained clothes

Szolda knows better than to open the door. With Vallaki this riled up, she should really leave town. The woods, even with it's wolves, is safer than this fucking town. Sighing, she gathers up her furs and bow. She'd only been home for three days; it would have been nice to sleep in a bed for longer. But if she slips out now, late, whilst the Baron's mansion burns in the background, hopefully it will be safe.

The rapid knocking at the door surprises her. 

Szolda goes silent, every muscle in her body tense. Her neighbours know better than to disturb her, but had they forgotten in their righteous fervour? 

The knock sounds again, with a slightly panicked voice.

"Szolda, I know you're in there! It's me, open up!" The words are hissed, but Szolda knows the voice.

Phoenix. She would never admit it to them, but she likes the ragtag young wizard. She's known them for years, inking spell after spell into their dark skin.

She crosses to the door and cracks it open, not inviting them in, but they don't need it. The wizard darts in and in the low candlelight, Szolda can see the glisten of blood on their cheek.

"Phoenix," she says, trying to work out what to say. This isn't the first time that they've appeared at her door, avoiding trouble with the townsguard, but it's just them. The little group they were hanging out with are gone. 

"Can I, can I trouble you for some water?" They say, their voice with more of a quaver than she's heard in years. Phoenix looks desperate. She can see that their dreadlocks are hanging loose around their face, streaking blood over their skin as they shift. The heavy woolen skirt they're wearing is torn up the left side, a jagged cut like Phoenix had run into a blade. They look exhausted and nervous, not something that she usually associated the wizard with.

She gets them water without a second thought.

Phoenix takes a drink and then spits bloody water back out into the cup.

"The Baron is dead. The dog too." Szolda's brain stalls.

The Baron and his right hand man, dead. Who would lead Vallaki now? Who would protect them from Strahd Von Zarovich?

"How do you," she starts but she looks back at Phoenix and dreads the answer.

They smile with bloodstained teeth, but there is panic in those dark brown eyes.

"I'm more than a pretty face, Szolda." 

"You killed them." She tries to work out what to feel. The Baron had long been a tyrant and it was only the power of Izek Stazni, his head of the guard, the dog, that he held power. 

"I did." They wipe the blood from their cheek and Szolda doesn't think it's their own anymore.

"Who will lead Vallaki? Make sure the Devil doesn't pick people off?" Phoenix scoffs, their eyes turned away.

"Like The Baron ever did that." There is bitterness in their tone and Szolda winces. She knows that their parents had been murdered by Strahd during the time that supposedly he'd never breached the walls.

She knows that little twelve year old Phoenix had been found, covered in the blood of their dead parents, screaming for their father to wake up.

She knows that the wizard had made it their personal mission to kill the vampire.

"Fiona Watcher will take over. I'll, I'm meant to keep an eye on her." Again, their voice shakes. There is something wrong. The Phoenix that Szolda knows would be gloating, celebrating, not trembling in her living room.

"Phoenix, what happened?"

"I got… this wasn't supposed to happen, Szolda." They say quietly, slumping down on to a chair. They drop their head into their hands, smearing blood over their palms. "It wasn't supposed to go like this. I was supposed to walk away after we killed Stazni. I was supposed to follow them, the party, out to the winery. They were gonna be the ones, Madame Eva told me." Szolda takes the cup of bloody water from their hands and refills it. "Third time lucky. We were going to kill Strahd together." 

"But what happened?" She pushes, offering them the water. They don't take it.

"I let them go. Told them to go back to my flat. We didn't know if killing the dog would be popular or get us arrested or… They're not from here. Most of them aren't even Barovian. I went with the mob." They go silent for a long second. "I don't regret killing them. The Baron and the dog deserved what was fucking coming to them. But it wasn't supposed to happen like this. It wasn't… I wasn't supposed to feel like this. Like I've gone too far. Like I've failed." Szolda sits opposite them. She doesn't know what to say to that. She's never been very good at soft and gentle, at the right words and it's why she and Phoenix get on. They didn't want to be coddled.

"When are you next leaving Vallaki?" They ask, into their hands. Szolda almost lies. She almost just doesn’t tell them, just says she doesn’t know. But she owes Phoenix more than that. 

“I was intending on leaving now. Heading into the woods and waiting it all out.” Phoenix looks up, their eyes dulled and exhausted.

“Can I come with?” Their voice is a little wobbly, softly pleading. Szolda purses her lips. She doesn’t know what to do with Phoenix like this, it’s so unusual. 

“I,” she says, awkwardly. She travels alone, she always has and she hasn’t ever seen Phoenix in combat.

“I can be of use to you,” Phoenix says, hastily. “I promise, I can help. Give me like, twenty minutes and I can make us both invisible.” She blinks, surprised by that. 

“Invisible?” she echoes, thinking about how much easier that would make this. 

"And I can give myself armour of blood. Hermes will be a good scout now?" Phoenix clicks and their familiar appears on their shoukder. Hermes isn't in his usual spider form, instead feathered and taloned as a black owl. "Silent and perceptive." Szolda isn't really even sure why she's stalling. She would have taken Phoenix even if they were a liability, even without the magic at their fingertips and power in their veins. 

"Well, I could use twenty minutes to gather appropriate supplies," she says gruffly, not looking at Phoenix. But she can see the way their face cracks into a smile. 

"Thanks, Szolda."

"You owe me," she throws over her shoulder as she moves to pack a bag properly. 

They both know that she will never expect repayment.

"I always have," Phoenix replies, soft and honest.

The two of them don't speak again until they're outside of Vallaki in the Svalich woods, stood invisibly side by side.

"Well," Szolda says. "Let's go kill a dire wolf." And they head on, away from the smoke and yelling of the town they call home.

For now at least.