#Traditional Metal Braces

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Clear Braces Sydney

Dr. Abhay Kohli at Miranda Dental Centre Sydney is a professionally qualified General Dentist (who has done a comprehensive postgraduate course in Orthodontics and Implantology) in Miranda nearby Sutherland Shire, Sydney Metro, offering the latest technology in orthodontics, including Invisalign, Clear braces, aligners and other orthodontic services in Sydney.

Clear braces we provide at Miranda Dental Centre Sydney are the perfect solution to removing spaces or gaps between teeth, aligning teeth, and straightening crooked smiles. Clear braces are a gentle, esthetic, and affordable orthodontic alternative of metal braces in Sydney and there is no need to worry about painful or unsightly treatment surfaces.

Orthodontic movement of teeth through conventional braces is often an undesirable option to many patients, especially adults. Clear aligners technology uses translucent trays called “aligners” that gradually move the teeth into proper alignment while not compromising patient esthetics throughout the treatment.

Why you should choose Clear Braces over Traditional Metal Braces?

Clear braces are better than Traditional metal braces as they are unnoticeable and do not make changes in patients’ esthetics, below are few reasons why people choose Clear Braces over Traditional Metal Braces.

Requires brackets and wires

Wires can poke and irritate mouth

Brushing and flossing require more effort

Many food restrictions

“Clear” braces are a cosmetic alternative to traditional metal braces that blend in more with the natural colour of the teeth and have a less obvious appearance.

Clear braces Sydney are the same as traditional metal braces except that they are clear! Clear braces are a less noticeable alternative to traditional metal braces and provide patients equally effective treatment.

Clear is a new era in Braces technology which gives you something to smile about. Clear Braces are a comfortable design with an attractive, translucent appearance. They offer all of the benefits of traditional Braces, function in the same way and have the same components; however, Clear Braces go virtually unnoticed.

Our office is fully equipped with the latest technology and devices to provide our patients with the most advanced Clear braces in Sydney. Cutting-edge technology at Miranda Dental Centre Sydney includes digital x-rays, intraoral cameras, quiet electronic drills, dental lasers for in-chair whitening procedures, modern equipment for implant dentistry, components, the latest technology of veneers (same day veneer treatment). Please mention any other equipment’s. Our facility is continually advancing as our dentists frequently attend and participate in continuing educations courses and seminars across the country.

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Stunning Smilez dental clinic in Mohali proudly offers traditional metal braces for teeth alignment. Our metal braces utilize durable stainless steel brackets and wires to gradually straighten teeth and correct bite issues effectively. With personalized treatment plans and expert care, our experienced orthodontists ensure optimal results and patient comfort throughout the journey to a straighter smile. Trust in our commitment to excellence at Stunning Smilez, where we combine advanced orthodontic technology with compassionate dental care to transform your smile with confidence and precision.

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Dr. Williams is ecstatic to be practicing in Enid and sharing his passion for creating beautiful, healthy smiles in Northwest Oklahoma.

Dr. Williams is an orthodontic specialist. This means that he has completed several years of specialized training in orthodontics following dental school — braces and Invisalign are all that we do at Rose Rock Orthodontics! This allows Dr. Williams and his team to be experts in orthodontics and stay up-to-date with the latest technology and research. You or your child will see Dr. Williams at nearly every appointment, and our knowledgeable staff will keep you updated on the progress at each appointment.

Dr. Williams is trained and certified in multiple techniques and treatment modalities, including traditional metal braces, Damon self-ligating braces, clear (ceramic) braces, and Invisalign clear aligners.

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The Truth About Invisalign vs. Traditional Braces: Which Is Best for You?

When it comes to achieving a straighter smile, the decision between Invisalign and traditional braces can be a difficult one. Both options have their unique advantages and disadvantages, depending on your specific needs. This blog will provide a comprehensive comparison of Invisalign and traditional braces, helping you make an informed decision on which treatment may be best for…

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Clear braces, often referred to as invisible aligners, are orthodontic devices designed to straighten teeth without the need for traditional metal braces. Unlike metal braces near you, which use wires and brackets to move teeth into position, invisible aligners are made from transparent, medical-grade plastic that fits snugly over your teeth. This makes them virtually invisible, which is why many people in the Memorial area, especially adults and teens, prefer them.

But invisible aligners are more than just an aesthetic alternative. They offer a comfortable fit, with no metal parts to irritate the inside of your mouth, making the process of aligning your teeth more pleasant. The aligners are custom-made to fit your teeth and are changed every few weeks to gradually shift your teeth into the desired position. This process is guided by Dr. Bharwani and the expert team at GB Dentistry, who ensure that each set of aligners is tailored to your specific needs.

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Invisalign and clear aligners - Amini Ortho

About 75% of cases can be treated to perfection with clear aligners. Dr. Amini offers Invisalign and a more cost efficient system, Spark aligners, to achieve these results. Aligners are generally easier to maintain as compared to braces as they can be removed to eat and brush. However this is a pro and a con as patients need to be committed to wearing them 22/24 hours a day. Aligners should only be removed when eating or brushing. They work like braces to move teeth so they should stay on teeth like braces. Unfortunately wearing them at night time only does not achieve ideal results. https://aminiortho.com/

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Early orthodontic treatment can help identify any problems with your teeth and jaw at an early age, allowing for effective treatment to be administered. This can prevent the need for more extensive and costly treatment in the future. In addition, early treatment can help improve your overall oral health, leading to a healthier smile.

At Dr. Scott Ralph Orthodontics, we offer a range of orthodontic treatments for children, including braces, clear aligners, and other options. Our team will work with you to determine the best treatment plan for your child's specific needs.

Our clinic is equipped with state-of-the-art technology, allowing us to provide you with the highest quality care in a comfortable and welcoming environment. We pride ourselves on our commitment to patient satisfaction and strive to ensure that each patient has a positive experience during their treatment.

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HOUSE CALLS.

Professor!Terrence x Aaliyah

Summary: Aaliyh has an elusive charm that can be alluring to some and frustrating to others. Professor Terry is compelled to have her. On one fateful evening at his college buddies bachelor party, he runs into Aaliyah. An interaction he hadn’t imagined would ever happen.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ CONTENT, based off of Players Club, Nasty Talk, Professor!Student.

Part One.

The combined elements of dark wood and a silver-painted metallic finish gave his desk an exquisite appearance within the lecture hall. The theater–like room was cloaked in silence and a gloomy ambiance from the constant downpour of rain. The occasional clearing of throats or shuffling of papers could be heard, but everyone clung on to his words as he leaned casually against his desk.

He was situated in front of the class, one hand reclined back to brace himself, while the other held a book within his grasp by its withering spine. He crossed his feet at the ankles, rounded, gold–rimmed specs hanging onto the bridge of his nose. His full lips moved in tandem with his educated words, blue–grey eyes flicking from the passage he was reading to the class of over thirty students before him.

“…Brain size in mammals is generally proportional to body size. Relative to body mass, humans have the largest brain. The chimpanzee brain has an approximate volume of 300 cm3; a gorilla’s is slightly larger. The human adult brain is more than three times larger, typically between 1,300 cm3 and 1,400 cm3. The brain is not only larger in humans than in apes but also much more complex. The cerebral cortex, where the higher cognitive functions are processed, is in humans proportionally much greater than the rest of the brain when compared with apes…”

He articulated his words fluently, deep baritone drawing you in like a breath of fresh air.

Aaliyah scribbled across her notepad with her iPad propped up in front of her, occasionally highlighting passages from the same book she’d downloaded. She had one too many books creating an almost mountainous pile within her bedroom. Thank goodness this was her last semester. She’d put off taking this combined Ethics and Psychology course, realizing she needed it to graduate.

The magnetic allure of her gaze blinked away from the Professor, the end of her red, ink pen situated between her heart–shaped lips. Her upturned eyes followed the movement of the Professor licking his thumb to turn a page. She crossed one shapely thigh over the other, the thick material of the navy blue sweats she wore cozy. Her small foot covered in old Vans bounced slightly, a habit she couldn’t control.

“…Humans live in groups that are socially organized, and so do other primates. But primate societies do not approach the complexity of human social organization. A distinctive human social trait is culture, which may be understood here as the set of non-strictly biological human activities and creations. Culture in this sense includes social and political institutions, ways of doing things, religious and ethical traditions, language, common sense and scientific knowledge, art and literature, technology, and in general all of the creations of the human mind. Culture “is a pool of technological and social innovations that people accumulate to help them live their lives…”

His patience, communication, and passion helped her pay attention, even though she couldn’t help but to fantasize and escape to a place where she could dream. It was the intuitive feeling within her. Beyond her squared, black frames, she found herself memorizing the shape of his elongated fingers cupping the book. The way he talked with his hands. So expressive. Voice so even toned and soft at times. She couldn’t be the only one captivated by her handsome Professor.

“I know it’s nearing time for us to leave,” He strolled lazily towards one of the large windows, “It’s really coming down out there. Well…why don’t we pick back up on Friday? Make sure you all submit your midterm papers. I’ve extended the due date…”

The class began to gather their things. Aaliyah didn’t make a fuss to leave just yet. From the Professor’s view, he peeked up at her from behind his desk, still sitting in her seat, chewing on her pouty, bottom lip with so much focus on her IPad. He didn’t bother her, taking that time to check his curriculum. Aaliyah’s silent presence didn’t bother him. So why bother her?

After thirty minutes, she stood, stretching her arms that were drowning in an oversized, graphic hoodie. Her silk pressed hair was styled in a low bun and medium–sized silver hoops decorated her ears. She threw her school bag over her shoulder and slipped from behind her desk, leaving the room. Before she reached the door, she turned back and caught the hypnotic eyes of her Professor. She gave him a silent wave and he returned the gesture with a small smile, watching her disappear from his eyes.

He couldn’t shake the twinge of sadness in her leaving.

——

As Friday rolled around, Aaliyah found herself running late for class. It was her own fault. She’d started a side hustle that earned her more money than what she’d gotten paid working remote for Verizon. It required a lot of her time, and she’d become so obsessed with it that her sleep schedule changed. Dressed in a pair of heather–gray leggings with a matching oversized, slouchy sweatshirt, Aaliyah opened the door to the lecture hall, quickly finding herself scurrying to her usual seat in the middle of the Professor’s speech.

“Excuse me…sorry…”

Aaliyah squeezed into her seat and hastily worked to fall in line, cursing herself internally. Her sleek hair framed her face as she buried herself into her work.

“Aaliyah?”

Her eyes held slight bags beneath them. They connected through her lenses at the Professor. She could feel eyes on her in other parts of the room as well.

“Is everything okay?” He questioned with concern.

“Yes, Professor Richmond. I had a late start today…”

“Okay…do you know where we are or do you need me to fill you in?”

A faint smile graced her shimmering lips.

“I know where we are. Thank you.”

Professor Richmond nodded his head slightly before turning his attention back to the whiteboard. Aaliyah swooped some of her long hair back from her face and behind her ear, reaching for her Stanley cup to quench her thirst.

In the middle of lecture, Aaliyah’s phone vibrated within the front pocket of her school bag. She groaned slightly, distracted by the noise while jotting down notes. After a while she couldn’t ignore it. Professor Terry caught sight of her reaching for her phone, and he took note of the stress lining her pretty face.

Meanwhile, Aaliyah’s eyes scanned two texts from a friend and former coworker of hers, asking if she was free to meet up after class. Aaliyah had an inclination of what it was about, but ultimately she agreed to meet up for lunch. After settling that distraction, she pulled herself back into her work, not aware of Professor Richmond’s eyes on her.

“Class dismissed. See you all on Wednesday…”

And as expected, Aaliyah held her spot. Professor Richmond had his back facing her while using an Expo eraser to clear the board. He wore a black sweater that molded into his sinewy upper body in all the right places. The black slacks he wore to match accentuated his ass and strapping thighs.

After recapping the marker, he gave Aaliyah a once–over. He studied her for another minute before placing his hands within the pockets of his slacks, making his way towards her. Aaliyah looked up at him, her posture straightening. He settled next to her, a soft smile on his face. Aaliyah waited for him to say something, an arched brow raised in question.

It just dawned on her that she’d never been this close to him.

Professor Richmond was thinking the same thing.

“How are your studies coming along?”

The deep vibrato of his voice was so smooth she found herself smirking. Aaliyah blinked away from his overwhelmingly handsome face, trying her best to focus on the text before her instead of the man that occupied her space with a fragrance so utterly charismatic with a blend of basil notes, bewitching lavender, and sandalwood accords.

“As well as it can to pass this class, Professor.” She responded.

The sound of her melodic voice, the way it lulled him into a trance. He couldn’t shake it. His long fingers drummed against the desk, the ability to control the urge to catch a more…invading whiff of her sweet perfume paining him. And was that…a tongue ring?

He had the biggest crush on Aaliyah.

“You sound put out. I hope that paper is coming along.”

Aaliyah cut her tantalizing eyes at him and those sinful lips parted to speak, “I’m finished. Mostly. Just need to do a bit of editing.”

“Good…good. Hey,” Professor Richmond leaned in closer, removing his glasses, “Can I ask you a question?”

Aaliyah focused on him with a steady gaze. Never wavering. She turned her curvy body in her chair to face him fully. Professor Richmond’s blue–gray eyes did a quick sweep of her frame.

“Depends on the question…then I’ll determine if it warrants a response…”

Sassy.

“Ha, okay,” Professor Richmond exhaled, “I would like to take you to lunch sometime. Away from campus…my treat.”

He pressed his large hand against his solid chest and tilted his head at her. Aaliyah blinked at him slowly.

“Today if you’re free…how does that sound?”

Aaliyah twisted her lips to fight a smile. It didn’t work however. That smile of hers broke through and it was beautiful. It was one of those smiles that captivated you. So sexy. Oh so sexy.

She was just…sexy.

“I can’t,” Aaliyah turned away, her hair sweeping her back, “I’m meeting a friend for lunch already…”

Professor Richmond’s thick brows flicked up and he groaned softly. He was hoping for a yes.

“Then…we can plan a lunch next week?” He persisted.

Aaliyah tucked her chin and giggled softly. It was a sight to behold. He wasn’t going to back down.

“Next week…hmm…maybe. I have a lot going on.”

Her dismissive tone didn’t stop him. Maybe it was because he was her Professor. She probably didn’t want to get caught up in that. Probably didn’t have time for that mess. A beautiful woman such as herself probably gets approached every damn day by men. What makes him any different?

“Whenever you’re free then,” Professor Richmond widened his thighs to appear more relaxed, “I hope I’m not being too forward…”

Aaliyah trailed her eyes from his thighs to his face. He caught that. He knew she found him attractive. He knew his potential. Felt her eyes on him plenty of times.

“I’m not looking for anything right now. I appreciate the gesture though,” Aaliyah turned those beautiful eyes away, “I’m sorry.”

Professor Richmond looked away from her, trying his best to hide his disappointment. He clenched his sculpted jaw, accepting defeat. A slight smile graced his lips as he stood, fixing the hem of his sweater.

Better luck next time. And there will be a next time.

“I’ll leave you to it then, Aaliyah…enjoy the rest of your day, beautiful.”

The way he called her beautiful…the bounce of her foot stilled.

“You do the same, Professor,” She replied, eyes never leaving her iPad, although a smirk graced her succulent lips.

He paused in his descend, turning to look at her over his shoulder. Her eyes connected with his again, dark brown meeting bluish–grey. The way her hip sat, jutted out from her thigh crossed over the other. She was doing things to his psyche. Her feet in flat, black sandals. Those pretty toes. That beautiful hair. It was all too consuming.

“I’m Terry by the way.”

He felt he needed her to know him on a first named basis. Aaliyah blinked at him with those curled lashes. She smiled again, smaller this time, but it still held a seductive quality.

“I know.” She responded impertinently.

He shook his head and released a soft chuckle. Sassy indeed.

Terry returned to his desk, gathering his things. He shut his laptop and the sound of Aaliyah walking down the steps towards the exit brought his attention back. Although she always wore loosely fitting tops and occasionally bottoms, the sway of her hips didn’t go unnoticed. No matter how hard she tried to cover it all up. He knew she was shielding a body beneath those layers.

Her dainty hand grasped the handle to the door. Aaliyah glanced over her shoulder at him one final time. Terry waited, hands finding its way into his pockets.

“I’ll see you Wednesday, Professor.”

A slow, half smirk crept up his face.

“Same as well, Miss Aaliyah. Enjoy your weekend.”

She waved goodbye with a flutter of her fingers in a flirty manner before leaving him alone to his thoughts.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was taunting him.

——

Aaliyah climbed the short, concrete steps leading her inside Elsie’s Plate and Pie. Home to legendary pies and authentic taste in Baton Rouge. It wasn’t far from her Shotgun House. She removed her shades, spotting her friend, Keisha, sitting near a window. Keisha is a tall, thick woman. Her hazel eyes ignited when she spotted Aaliyah, one hand with long, red acrylic nails waving her over. Aaliyah scooted past a crowded table, holding her arms out to accept a hug from her longtime friend.

They did the squeeze and sway motion, big smiles on their faces.

“Y’at?! Girl it’s been forever. Baby, you look fucking good. How’s school and shit?” Keisha questioned boisterously.

“It’s going, girl. Almost done. You?”

“Still doing my thing at Crazy Horse. We miss you there,” Keisha gave Aaliyah sad eyes and a pout.

“You know I miss ya’ll too,” Aaliyah grabbed her glass of water, opening a straw, “What you finna get?”

“I don’t know…”

They scanned the menu, both settling on crawfish queso as a starter when their waiter sauntered over.

“Brittany still sleeping with Mack?” Aaliyah asked while sipping from her straw.

“Girl…” Keisha rolled her eyes, “He still breaking that down. She ain’t hopping off that dick…”

“Ugh,” Aaliyah scrunched her face up in disgust, “Mack though? That’s why I had to go. How do you do it? That nigga irks me.”

Keisha laughed, “I have my ways. I do what I gotta do to survive.”

Their appetizer arrived. Aaliyah didn’t hesitate to dig in. She was starving. The turkey bacon, fried eggs, and croissant breakfast she had earlier didn’t stick to her stomach.

“Li–Li, I wanna know if you’d be down for this new thang I got goin’ on.”

And here it comes…

“Keisha…” Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

“You’ll love it. Trust me.”

“I want to, but then I’m like…Keisha a wild girl. Whatever it is, I know it ain’t simple.”

They both laughed.

“Let me fill you in, bitch!”

“Go ‘head,” Aaliyah cackled, “I’m waiting.”

“Awrite, so…We both know working at Crazy Horse ain’t shit. Half the money we earned went to Mack ass…”

“True…”

“So, I do this side gig. House calls.”

Aaliyah have a half shrug before crossing one leg over the other beneath the table, “Okay?”

“Andddd…I want you to join me.”

Before Aaliyah could respond, they placed their orders. Seafood pot pies.

“Keisha, I got this online content thing lined up and it’s hittin’ off. I made 350 dollars in one night,” Aaliyah scooped up the last bit of dip.

“What’s 350 to two grand?”

Aaliyah snorted, “Two grand? Serious?”

She sat up straighter in her seat. Aaliyah inclined her head towards Keisha for her to continue. That two grand sounded promising…

“Tell me what you do for these house calls.”

“It depends. It could be an all woman thang…a little toy party situation…most of the time it’s bachelor parties and believe it or not, men in uniform…”

“Men in uniform?” Aaliyah gawked at Keisha, “Like, military men?”

“Military men, policemen…tomorrow it’s firefighters. They pay good money for you to show up and perform. You don’t gotta go further than that unless you want to. That’s where the real bandz come from.”

Aaliyah let Keisha’s words sink in while she swirled the ice in her glass around with her straw. Aaliyah couldn’t deny that she missed dancing on the pole. It was exciting. Made her feel sexy. The best full body workout. She often craved the neon colors against her skin beneath the black lights. Her gravity-defying moves around the dance pole, sky-high heels and perfect hair, it was nothing short of magical.

Part acrobat, part athlete, part artist.

“I can see the wheels in your head turning…sounds good, huh?” Keisha asked with a knowing grin.

Aaliyah hummed, her eyes scanning Keisha’s face, “Almost too good…”

“Like I said, tomorrow night I have a gig at the fire house. I was bringing this other girl, she go by Diamond. She was cool…but I feel like me and you are a dynamic duo. Miss Dark Angel…”

Excitement tickled her nerves.

“So? You wanna go?”

“…I don’t know, Keisha…”

Aaliyah hung her head, deep in thought. She crossed her arms over her chest, breasts sitting up invitingly.

“Just…think it over tonight. Hit me up and let me know.”

Aaliyah dragged her tongue over her upper teeth. Keisha giggled at her, causing Aaliyah to snap out of her deep thoughts. She only had tonight to decide. Stripping was such a hard hustle for her. She had just found her niche. But, if what Keisha was saying is true, she could make the most money she’d ever made as an exotic dancer. Tempting…

Their food arrived and they fell into gossip, laughing about wild shit, falling into their usual routine. Aaliyah finished her entire pot pie while Keisha packed hers to go.

“We gotta do this more often, Li–Li,” Keisha slapped some money down, paying the tab, “You got your nose in ‘dem books! You’ve always been so smart…I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, Keisha. We definitely have to link more. This last semester is kicking my ass. It’ll all pay off.”

“Seeing anybody?”

“Fuck no,” Aaliyah’s shoulders bounced with her laughter, “My professor did ask me on a lunch date today…”

“Oh?” Keisha’s eyes widened with interest, “Do tell.”

“Nothing to tell,” Aaliyah replied, “He’s very handsome. Sweet…I’m not tryna get tangled in that. I know how that can go…”

“I hear ya. Best to keep focused. Men come and go, girl. I ain’t got time either.”

They both stood, walking out together. Aaliyah had parked her Jeep behind Keisha’s all black Hellcat. They hugged again, giving each other a kiss on the cheek.

“Let me know!” Keisha shouted at Aaliyah’s retreating frame.

“I will!”

She waved goodbye, climbing into her Jeep and revving it up.

——

Aaliyah moved across her cramped kitchen with a swiftness, standing in her naked glory, body mimicking a glazed delight with how shiny and glistening her honey skin looked beneath the lights. She’d just finished filming some content, nothing too wild, just twerking and nasty talk.

“Don’t forget to tip, baby…”

“You gonna pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet ass pussy, daddy?”

“I need some company, can’t stand looking edible alone…”

She used her same stage name. Liyah Allure. The Dark Angel. She used a video shot from a long angle, the white wall as her back drop. Lil Wayne–She Will instrumental playing in the background. Her sleek hair fell down her back and she would turn her head ever so slightly, giving teasing glances up and down while making that ass bounce and clap. She could move it with little no effort. Her hands glided over her sultry body, showing her viewers just how edible she is. And they wanted to take a bite.

Aaliyah racked up five hundred dollars. Friday’s were Freaky Friday. She showed more skin. You had to pay extra for a pussy shot. Aaliyah took pictures and videos for that as well. She spent a pretty penny on equipment. An elongated tripod held her camera in many angles. Her favorite shot was always from behind with her juicy thighs spread and shaking that big ass. Her wet, hairless pussy popped in the camera white those siren eyes looked back at it.

It was time for a bath. She wanted to spend the rest of her evening finishing up editing for her paper before submitting to Professor Richmond. Her Ethics and Psychology Professor. Aaliyah blew steam that wafted from her ceramic coffee mug as her slipper–clad feet shuffled towards her room. Placing the mug on her side table, she made her way towards her dresser and began wrapping her hair. She hated doing it, but she wanted a straighter look this time around so pin curling it wouldn’t work.

After securing her hair with three silk scarves to ensure she didn’t sweat it out, Aaliyah grabbed her mug and headed to her bathroom. She’d already prepared the bath with her bubble bath and essential oils. She loved using lavender and vanilla. There is a rack across her tub that she could place a book or even a drink on while enjoying her bath. The glow of the candles created a beautiful and relaxing environment.

Aaliyah listened to her Neo Soul playlist while reclining her head back and resting her eyes. She had her timer set for thirty minutes, making sure she didn’t fall asleep in her tub for longer than that like she’d done many times before. Her head went limp on its side, the tiredness of her body finally succumbing to sleep. As she slept, the eyes of her Professor appeared.

Intense. His gaze is intense.

It’s also attentive. By now, she was sure he’d memorized every subtle detail of her face. Images from earlier appeared. She took note of the way he leaned in towards her, like he wanted to smell her perfume. Juicy Rose, Black Cherry Liquor, Moss Accord. He wanted to be swept up in it. The tops of her breasts peeking through the soapy surface moved up and down with her sleeping breath.

For a while, Aaliyah caught on to the Professor checking her out. It wasn’t obvious to her at first, but she caught on to how he would position himself directly in front of his desk, exactly within her line of vision. If he focused forward, she would meet his gaze straight away. He made it a point to allow those striking eyes to linger on her for a beat longer. She’d walk out of that classroom on Wednesdays and Fridays knowing he was watching her. She’d caught him staring at her ass through the reflective glass of the lecture hall door.

She honestly hadn’t expected him to approach her. For a while, he’d just admired from afar. Most men do. The boldest a man ever got with Aaliyah was when she’d worked at Crazy Horse. Plenty of men there would ask her out. She’d even received flowers and gifts. At one point she had a stalker. Professor Richmond; Terry was different. She’d read many smutty stories about forbidden flings with a Professor. She’d save her fantasies for that.

Ding Ding Ding

Aaliyah’s eyes snapped open and with a long yawn she stopped the timer on her phone. She reached out for her mug and gulped down the warm tea. It should help put her to sleep. After bathing, she did all her necessary nightly routines before slipping on an oversized T-shirt that dangled from one shoulder. Aaliyah put on YouTube for background noise while opening her laptop to finish editing. Her eyes took note of the time.

11:30 pm.

She pushed her laptop forward and positioned herself onto her stomach, moving her hips from side to side and absentmindedly swinging her legs. Why couldn’t she shake the Professor from her mind?

Sent!

One assignment down, more to go.

Curiosity got the best of her. She started doing some digging. Aaliyah took to social media to find him. It wasn’t hard. She studied his LinkedIn.

PhD in Psychology. Fluent in French. Ex Marine.

From her place in class, he appeared shorter. Today however, when he walked up to her, he was massive. The same smirk he held in the picture she was currently staring at is the same he gave her before taking a seat.

Her body hummed with desire. This man is FIONE.

It wasn’t just the eyes. His entire face was just…

Aaliyah went down a rabbit hole of stalking. She found his Facebook and his Instagram both accounts were private, and she wasn’t about to follow him. That was a big no–no. This man could be hiding a wife. He could have kids. He could be crazy. All three of which she experienced with previous men. Aaliyah stopped herself before she could even go further.

But those lips…his voice…that body…

She wanted to see it…

Buzz Buzz

“Keisha…shit.”

Keisha: 👀👀

Fuck it. She already had her mind made up earlier. If she could leave that gig tomorrow night with two grand or more…she wasn’t going to pass up on that.

Aaliyah: I’m in 😈

Now, it was just a matter of figuring out what she was going to wear.

——

“Why is it so cold out here…”

Aaliyah followed closely behind Keisha inside of the Fire Station. She could hear the distant voices of the riled up men below. They entered a locker room, the lingering smell of smoke wafting from uniforms that hung from compartments burning her nose. Aaliyah cast wary eyes around her, making sure it was safe to take off her black, body con dress.

Keisha didn’t waste time stripping down to her very revealing monokini. The thin straps failed to hide her wide, brown areolas. That ass was rotund and sitting up like a shelf. You could sit a cup on that ass. Keisha wore her hair in two space buns with bangs. Her deep brown skin shimmered with gold–tinted body glow. The eight–inch heels on her feet made her six feet tall.

“They’re already in rare form and we ain’t even get started yet.” Keisha spoke with excitement.

“How many we expecting?” Aaliyah asked.

“About twenty. Why? You nervous?”

“No. I just want to know what I’m walking into.”

Aaliyah slipped out of her dress, the Wonder Woman two–piece she wore making her look edible. She wore gold six–inch pleasure heels to match. The low ambience of the locker room made the glitter on her skin stand out. She did a slow turn, Keisha nodding her head in approval.

“Looking real good. They’re gonna love you. Tip you off real good, bitch.”

“They better,” Aaliyah flashed Keisha a lustrous smile, “When do we go?”

Petey Pablo Freek–A–Leek started playing. The deep base of the southern banger from the early 00s vibrated the floors. Aaliyah locked eyes with Keisha.

“That’s our queue. You ready?”

Aaliyah flipped her hair over her shoulders and exhaled a shaky breath.

“Let’s do this shit.”

“Well already then…”

Keisha slipped past Aaliyah to lead the way, popping her on the ass for good measure. Something they did often back at Crazy Horse before working the floor and the pole. It was a way of saying, ‘break a leg’.

Aaliyah strutted towards a set of red spiral stairs. She allowed the music to flood her mind, putting her in the proper head space. She could do this. She’d done this many times before. A wolf whistle from a firefighter below gave her stomach a little flutter.

“Wooooweeeee!”

“Dayum! This what we got tonight, boys?!”

“Keisha!”

Keisha worked her way down the spiral staircase. She held a big smile on her face, teasing the men with a wink and a bounce of her big titties. They cheered and didn’t waste time throwing cash.

“Take your time wit’ it motherfucka’s we got all night!”

She looked up at Aaliyah and elevated a brow, her way of saying, Bitch! Let’s get to it!

Aaliyah shook off her nerves and descended the staircase, another massive uproar filling the room.

“Holy shit…”

“Fuck! She’s a baddie!”

“Look at that ass…”

“Hey, baby!”

Aaliyah scanned the room full of rowdy men pumped with testosterone and arousal. They each wore Baton Rouge Fire Emblems across their navy blue t-shirts. Black and white men. She could smell beer and liquor in the air with a hint of cigarette smoke. She noticed parked fire trucks and two gold poles. The poles they used to swing down during an emergency.

She worked her charm, flicking her jeweled tongue and biting her lip.

“Hi, boys…”

The seductive power she possessed put them all in a trance. The sound of heels against the concrete floor added to the desire. She moved around the men with confidence, eyeing them up and down while touching her body, focusing on her assets that earned her cash.

“Big fine woman…”

She looked up into the eyes of a carob–skinned man with a burly body. He looked like those men from the Jabari Tribe in Black Panther.

Aaliyah took advantage of that, arching her back and bouncing her ass on his crotch. Shouts and grunts filled the room.

“Damn…look at that pussy from the back…look at the way it’s sitting…”

“You like the way this pussy look, huh, baby?”

Aaliyah folded herself forward, trailing a finger over her covered pussy through her bikini bottom. A hefty chunk of cash smacked against her cheeks before raining down on her from above. She took it up a notch, grabbing her ankles and making that ass move from left to right.

Keisha was already on the pole, the straps to her monokini down and her titties bared for them all to see. Aaliyah felt a few bills being slipped into her blinki, and she looked back at the man that did it with low, wanton eyes.

“Gorgeous baby…what they call you?”

“Liyah Allure…”

“I want you.”

“You know to pay for what you want, right?”

Aaliyah flashed her titties before covering herself back up. That had them losing their damn minds. She slithered her way towards the second pole. It wasn’t exactly the pole she remembered, but it would do for this occasion. She did a back hook spin into a fireman spin. Some Three Six Mafia song started playing and Aaliyah went harder.

Green cascaded over her body while she popped ass and showed out. She locked eyes with Keisha, the exhilaration flowing between them like electricity.

Aerial Invert

Fan Kick

Drop Into A Split.

Aaliyah pulled out all her tricks and worked up a sweat. After doing her thing on the pole, she gave personal lap dances and even entertained face sitting on a timid firefighter while he was on his back. She crouched down over his face and started bouncing over him like she was riding a dick. She laughed and her eyes noticed a large wet spot in the front of his pants.

This man came on himself.

“I can smell her pussy! So good!” He shouted weakly.

Aaliyah missed the thrill.

They wouldn’t stop giving her money.

“Can I smell your perfume?”

*Tip*

“Show me those perfect, brown titties.”

*Tip*

“Put my face in it!”

*Tip*

They worked that room for two hours and then called it a night. After getting dressed, Aaliyah pinned up her sweated–out tresses and secured her bag. She’d just finished rubber banning the last of her money she’d split with Keisha. Keisha dropped her off, both of them cracking up and doubling over with laughter in her Hellcat.

“Bitch! That was so much damn fun!” Aaliyah said.

“I told you! This is where it’s at, girl. They loved you. I knew they would love you.”

“It felt so good being on the pole again.” Aaliyah smiled.

“Make sure you count that cash and let me know how much you made tonight. Until next time?”

Keisha wagged her brows at Aaliyah playfully. She giggled at her friend, opening her door to leave.

“When is next time?”

Keisha grinned.

“Next week. I got a bachelor party lined up. A fine ass groom. I got Diamond and Precious coming too. That’s gonna be wild…all black men…so you know…”

Keisha twirled a bottle of water in her lap to mimick a well–hung dick. Aaliyah threw her head back and laughed hard.

“Bitch! I’m not playing with you.” Aaliyah spoke between giggles.

“You down? We both know you want to…might as well say yes.”

“FUCK. YES. I’m in there. You picking me up?”

“Yeah I gotchu, Li–Li. Listen, we can’t be late for this, okay? You gotta be ready by eight. No later.”

“Okay. I’ll be in my best and ready to shake ass. I promise.”

Keisha pulled Aaliyah into a tight embrace and watched her enter her home before pulling off.

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[hexb0nes]

welcome to "how to accurately write about disability" ft. viktor from arcane (by a dude with the same conditions/aids as viktor) !

pt 1. viktor’s mobility aids & assistive technologies

in the pre-timeskip of season 1, viktor solely uses a cane without any visible bracing; the way he holds his cane is indicative of whether he’s using it as support (handle facing forward) or to help walk (handle facing backwards)

in season 1 after the timeskip, his condition progresses and he upgrades to an unique, arcane-specific mobility aid; it’s a mesh of two types of crutches (forearm crutch & under-arm crutch)

therefore it’s more accurate to refer to viktor’s mobility aid after the timeskip in season 1 as a crutch

given the angles & mirroring, the leg impacted is the left leg (just like me fr) and actually features two different braces but due to the animation of it, sometimes it looks like their combined

viktor has a knee brace & an ankle-foot orthosis, which provides assistance to his knee/ankle/foot

the ankle-foot brace is likely made of metal to stabilize them for walking while the knee brace has some flexibility to it to allow the joint to bend while walking

now onto something very unique about viktor’s condition, his back; what he has on his back (in my opinion) is a blend of a spinal fusion (a surgery in which rods & other metal is inserted into the spine to stabilize the vertebrae) and a traditional back brace

i say it’s a blend of a visible spinal fusion & traditional back brace because of circular scars we can on viktor’s upper back, the aid’s design featuring an almost steampunk visual of the spine and its vertebrae; in addition, the other components of the aid match with ordinary back braces (supportive shoulder strap, full coverage of the spine, etc.)

when someone has a spinal fusion, their physical abilities become limited; they cannot lift over a certain weight, bend, twist, or do any movements that can compromise the spinal fusion

as for the back brace and its structure, i’m sure that it’s very uncomfortable to wear (picture being trapped in a metal corset) but viktor likely has to wear it 24/7 (unless for bathing, i presume? because it’s metal, but idk it’s a fantasy setting so anything comes)

pt 2. what to do before you write

for accuracy, determine what version of viktor you’re writing about; is it act 1 season 1 viktor with a cane? it is act 2-3 season 1 viktor with braces & a crutch? etc. this is important because viktor uses different assistive technology/devices depending on the act or season of the show. once you have that determined, you’re ready to write.

beyond viktor's mobility aids and braces, it's key to incorporate his chronic pain. as someone with his condition (spine disorder), chronic pain is a given. it's something that many writers fail to include when writing viktor or other physically disabled characters like him.

pt. 3 suggestions of what to write

cane & crutch

sounds (i.e. rubber tip thumping against the floor while viktor walks, sudden bang or crash sound effect if viktor drops his aid, etc.)

textures (i.e. feeling the refined wood of the cane, the smooth metal of the crutch, the plush foam of the handles)

visuals (i.e. describe the aid's design, the colors, the engravings, etc.)

complications (i.e. viktor not being able to reach the cane or crutch sometimes when it falls to the floor, the pain in his hand and underarm from constant use)

knee brace & ankle-foot orthosis

sounds (i.e. metal rods grinding against other metal components when viktor walks, the sound of metal hitting the ground with the AFO, creaking/whining of metal)

texture (i.e. how cold the metal is, how stiff the rods that hold the braces together are)

visuals (i.e. describe the details and design of the braces, include things like the color of the metal and the engravings)

complications (i.e. broken rods in the braces, metal cutting viktor when they takes them off)

spinal fusion brace

sounds (i.e. grinding metal against skin, the clicking of the brace's rods, etc.)

textures (i.e. the cold metal, the rigid notches of the vertebrae, etc.)

visuals (i.e. mention the circular scars above the brace, describe the brace's design with mentions of its color and structure, etc.)

misc. additions

try including viktor's thoughts and feelings towards his disabilities and aids; it's not all oh fuck i'm in hell 24/7 when it comes to be disabled. there's an unique humor in disability

viktor can poke people with his cane/crutch, trip people, use it as a pointer, etc.

viktor can make silly or dark jokes/jabs about his disabilities (i.e. jayce, i may be a cripple, but i'm no idiot. or this meeting is more agonizing than the time i fell down the stairwell by the lab- you fell down the stairs?!- i lived.)

include viktor's chronic pain, some areas likely impacted by his disabilities are: legs, back, hands, and underarms

an easy way to show this is through the mention of chronic pain relief tools (i.e. tiger's balm, pain medication (muscle relaxants, opioids), kinesiology tape)

remember that viktor is more than a disabled character; he's an inventor, a scientist, a good-hearted person. he's expressive and has lots of empathy for those like him and the people of zaun. his disabilities influence the path he's on and his experiences, but they are not the sole defining component of viktor's identity.

pt. 4 conclusion & final notes

thank you for taking the time to read this through! if you're able to, please share this with your fellow writers. i hope this post can help folks better represent disabled characters in their writing. if you have any specific questions, message me on tumblr! thanks <3

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Dreams Come True

Chapter 8: MAMAs

hockeyplayer!vi x idol!reader

summary : you finally get to perform at the MAMAs along side your group.

mentions : modern au, fame au, just you living your idol dreams and seeing the other idols that have inspired you.

notes : YALL BETTER BE BUNDLED UP 🙄 I’m also not very good at detailing dancing or singing. Neither are my strong suit

The weeks leading up to your group’s performance at MAMA were a whirlwind of rehearsals, excitement, and hard work. You and your group had been practicing nonstop, perfecting every move, every harmony, and every detail to make sure the performance was nothing less than spectacular. It felt like all the effort and sleepless nights were paying off in ways you hadn’t imagined.

After the press conference, you had braced yourself for the worst. But instead of losing fans, your group gained even more. The news coverage and viral clips of your heartfelt speech catapulted your group into new levels of fame. Merch sales skyrocketed, and your albums sold out almost immediately. The announcement of your early submission for the "Best New Group" award at MAMA only added to the excitement.

Sometimes during those long nights in the practice room, with Steb's approval, you and your group would go live on Instagram to interact with fans and share snippets of your rehearsals. It became a tradition, a way to show the fans your gratitude and keep them involved in your journey.

The live streams were always lively, filled with comments flying across the screen faster than you could read. You weren’t surprised when hate comments would occasionally pop up, but the overwhelming positivity overshadowed them. Fans were endlessly supportive, cheering you on and expressing their excitement for MAMA.

Occasionally, the comments would ask about Vi, curious about how you both were doing. Questions like, “Are you and Vi okay?” or “How’s Violet been? We love her!” scrolled past every now and then. You never addressed them directly—it wasn’t just your moment, after all, and you didn’t want to take the spotlight away from the other members. But reading those comments gave you a sense of relief and joy. Despite the controversy, so many people were rooting for you, for Vi, and for your happiness.

Your group’s energy was infectious during these streams. Whether it was Mel cracking jokes, your lead dancer showing off choreography, or everyone playfully bickering over snacks during breaks, it was clear to the fans just how close-knit you all were.

As the days grew closer to the performance, the stakes felt higher, but the bond within your group only strengthened. Late-night practices, impromptu karaoke sessions to de-stress, and group pep talks became your lifelines.

Through it all, you were reminded of how much you loved what you did. The challenges, the highs and lows, the love from fans—it all fueled your drive to give everything you had at MAMA. This was your moment, not just as an individual, but as a group, and you were ready to shine.

It was finally the day of the MAMAs, and the venue was bustling with energy, twice as busy as any showcase you’d performed at. Nervousness bubbled within you as you realized the event would be broadcast worldwide. But you took a deep breath and brushed it off, reminding yourself how far you’d come.

The stage design was an electrifying club-like setup, with neon lights flashing in sync with the beat. The background dancers were styled to fit the club atmosphere, creating an immersive experience for the audience. You and your group wore coordinated outfits that exuded edgy sophistication, with intricate details that made each of you stand out. Your own ensemble featured bold black leather and buckled straps, accented by metallic elements like safety pins and chains. The jewelry was carefully selected to enhance the dramatic flair, from spiked earrings to stacked skull bracelets. Your microphone was a sparkling silver, adding a glamorous finishing touch.

Your hair was styled in a sleek half-up, half-down look, with the upper section tied high and cascading to one side, while the rest flowed freely down your back. Two delicate braids framed your face, adding an ethereal contrast to the boldness of your outfit.

Your makeup was striking, perfectly complementing your outfit. A bold silver and black smoky eye with dramatic lashes made your gaze captivating, while rhinestone accents dotted around your eyes added sparkle under the stage lights. A soft blush brought warmth to your cheeks, and your lips were lightly glossed for a natural yet polished finish.

Stepping onto the stage, you felt an exhilarating rush of confidence. You knew this was your moment, and as the lights dimmed and the music began, you were ready to own it.

The stage was completely dark, and the air was thick with anticipation as the announcer introduced your group. The murmurs from the crowd quieted, replaced by the hum of cameras whirring to life. Your heart raced, but as soon as the lights began to flicker on and the music queued up, you all seamlessly slid into your positions. Every step, every breath was perfectly synchronized.

The performance felt like a dream in motion. Your voice carried through the venue as you hit every note flawlessly, harmonizing with the other members in perfect unison. The energy of the crowd only fueled you further, and you could feel the connection between the group, feeding off one another’s passion and precision.

The dance break was electric—a whirlwind of sharp, clean movements and dramatic flair. The lights pulsed to the beat, illuminating the stage like a vibrant club. The crowd erupted as you executed the choreography with precision, the metallic accents of your outfit catching the light and making you shine like a star.

When the final note rang out and the music faded, the stage was instantly engulfed by an explosion of cheers. The applause was deafening, the crowd's energy surging toward you in waves. You stood there with your group, catching your breath but unable to stop the wide grin from spreading across your face. This was a moment you’d remember forever—a perfect performance, celebrated by the world.

After the performance, the adrenaline was still pumping as you made your way backstage. The moment you saw Mel, you rushed to her, throwing your arms around her in a big, warm hug. “You did so good,” you said, smiling brightly.

Mel shook her head, playfully rolling her eyes. “You did better. Everyone was basically cheering for you,” she teased with a grin.

You gently nudged her shoulder. “Negative. They were cheering for you. All of you,” you corrected her, your voice sincere. You looked around at the rest of the group, unable to hold back the overwhelming pride you felt. “I’m so proud of all of you. And how far we’ve come. I love you guys so much.”

A chorus of soft “awws” filled the room before the sentimental moment was broken by a wave of laughter. The camaraderie and love you all shared were unmistakable, and for a moment, it felt like nothing in the world could bring you down.

Then, as if on cue, Steb emerged from the dressing room, clipboard in hand and a no-nonsense expression on his face. “Come on, you guys,” he said, gesturing toward the dressing rooms with a flick of his hand. “You gotta get dressed and back to your seats before the nominations start.”

With an exaggerated groan and shared chuckles, you and the group scrambled to “haul ass,” as Steb so eloquently put it. The high from the performance still lingered, but now, the anticipation for the rest of the night began to bubble up again.

As you and the group rushed to change, the stylists were already prepared, helping everyone into their outfits for the second half of the night. Most of the outfits were elegant but edgy, consisting of dresses or corsets paired with layered skirts, accessorized with bold jewelry that sparkled under the lights. Your dress featured a sleek black corset with silver embellishments and a layered tulle skirt that gave it a regal edge, while Mel’s corset was wine-red, paired with a matching high-slit skirt.

Once dressed, you made your way back to the audience just in time for the nominations to start. The room was electric, cameras panning to the crowd, capturing moments of anticipation and excitement. When it came time for the “Best New Group” category, your group held hands tightly, your heart thundering in your chest.

“And the winner for ‘Best New Group’ is…” The announcer’s pause felt like an eternity. “AURORA”

The room erupted into applause and cheers. You and the group shot out of your seats, hugging each other tightly before making your way to the stage. The lights were blinding, the roar of the crowd almost overwhelming as you accepted the golden trophy.

Mel was the first to step forward, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke into the microphone. “Wow… this is unbelievable. Thank you so much to everyone who’s supported us on this journey. This is a dream come true, and we couldn’t have done it without our fans, our team, and of course, each other.”

She turned to you, handing you the microphone as the cheers grew louder.

You took a deep breath, smiling as you steadied yourself. “I think Mel said it all, but I just want to add that this moment is so much bigger than us. To every fan out there who believed in us when no one else did, this is for you. To our families, our friends, and everyone who worked behind the scenes to make this happen—we love you so much. And to my amazing group…” You turned to your members, your voice breaking slightly. “I’m so proud of us. Look at what we’ve accomplished together. This is only the beginning.”

The crowd roared as you and Mel held the trophy high, surrounded by your group. The night felt surreal, a memory you knew would stay with you forever.

Backstage was a whirlwind of celebration. You and the group huddled together, trophy in hand, as the cameras flashed. Every angle was captured—one with everyone smiling brightly, another with silly poses, and a final one where you all held the trophy high, pure joy radiating from each face. “This one’s going straight to Instagram,” Mel said with a laugh as you all scrolled through the photos, picking your favorites to post later.

After the photos, you noticed Steb standing off to the side, wiping at his eyes. When he finally walked over, the group quieted, sensing he had something important to say. His voice trembled slightly, but there was a warmth to it as he spoke.

“I’ve been putting up with y’all’s shit for four years now,” he began, shaking his head with a smirk, “especially you, (Y/N).” He pointed at you, but there was nothing but affection in his tone. “And I’ve never been more proud of any group in my life.”

You felt a lump in your throat as his eyes glistened with unshed tears. The group murmured their thanks, but Steb wasn’t done. “The CEO thinks it’s finally time for y’all to get your paychecks tomorrow,” he continued, grinning as the group gasped and started cheering. “And… you can all reopen your personal social media accounts.”

That set off another round of cheers, but Steb raised a hand to quiet everyone, his gaze landing directly on you. “Just don’t do anything that’s gonna make me stress… please?”

The group burst into laughter, and you couldn’t help but join in as you raised your hands in mock surrender. “Yes, sir,” you said with a grin, knowing you’d probably test his patience at some point.

Steb shook his head with a laugh before pulling the entire group into a hug. “I mean it, though. I’m proud of you. Every single one of you.”

As you stood there, wrapped in the embrace of your team, the weight of the journey you’d been on hit you. This was more than a win—it was a testament to everything Aurora had overcome. And for the first time, you truly felt like the world was yours for the taking.

After the awards show, the celebrations carried on in grand fashion. The CEO had spared no expense, renting out one of the most popular spots in the city for a private dinner party. It was the perfect setting—elegant, lively, and buzzing with excitement. You, your group, and everyone’s families and friends gathered to toast to the night’s success. You had personally invited Vi and her family as well; they’d been there for you through it all, cheering you on when things were tough.

The evening called for your best attire, so you chose a sleek black dress that hugged your figure, the thigh-high slit adding just the right touch of glamour. Your hair was styled neatly in a bun, a few wispy strands framing your face, and you accented the look with simple silver jewelry. As you walked into the restaurant, the warm glow of chandeliers and the chatter of loved ones welcomed you.

The dinner started off classy enough—soft music played in the background, heartfelt speeches were made, and glasses clinked with every toast. But once the drinks started flowing, things took a turn for the chaotic—in the best way possible. Laughter echoed through the room as people began belting out karaoke songs, some with heartfelt renditions and others so off-key it brought tears of laughter. A few people got emotional, tears spilling as they hugged each other and shared memories of how far everyone had come. It was pure, unfiltered joy, and it felt like the kind of chaos you’d remember forever.

Needing a breather from the lively energy inside, you slipped out onto the restaurant’s balcony. The cool night air greeted you as you leaned against the railing, taking in the view of the city. The skyline sparkled, and the hum of distant traffic reminded you of how far you’d come. A deep breath escaped your lips, and you let the reality of it all sink in. You did it. You worked harder than you ever thought possible, and now, all your dreams had come true.

You were lost in thought when a hand touched your shoulder, startling you slightly. Turning around, you were met with Vi’s familiar face. A bright smile spread across your face as you pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you for sticking beside me through all of this,” you said softly, pulling back to meet her eyes.

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “I should be the one saying that to you.”

Before you could respond, she grinned mischievously and pulled something from her pocket. “Hey, I got a surprise for you,” she said, holding up two tickets. You glanced at them, confused at first, before realizing what they were—tickets to her upcoming hockey game.

“You haven’t seen me play up close in a while,” she added, her grin widening. “So, bring Mel. I heard she’s been getting into sports.”

You took the tickets from her hands, smiling but hesitating. “What about my schedule? You know it’s always packed.”

Vi smirked knowingly. “Steb already gave me the green light. Please come.”

Her enthusiasm was contagious, and you nodded, clutching the tickets tightly. “Of course I will,” you said with a smile, your heart feeling light.

As you both leaned against the balcony railing, the moment felt perfect. The cool breeze carried the distant hum of the city, but all you could focus on was Vi—her warmth, her unwavering support, and the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at you. You let out a soft laugh, your heart feeling lighter than it had in a while.

“You’re really something, you know that?” Vi said, her voice quieter now.

You turned to face her fully, a small smile tugging at your lips. “So are you.”

There was a pause, a comfortable silence, and then her gaze dropped to your lips, lingering for just a moment before meeting your eyes again. Without thinking, you leaned in, and she did the same. The world around you seemed to fade, the noise of the celebration inside muffling as her lips met yours. It was soft, slow, and filled with everything unspoken between you two.

But before the kiss could deepen, an unexpected spray of cold liquid hit both of you, soaking the side of your dress and Vi’s shirt. You gasped and turned to see Jinx standing a few feet away, holding a bottle of champagne with the cork still fizzing in her hand.

“Oops!” Jinx said, clearly anything but sorry. Her mischievous grin stretched ear to ear. “Didn’t see you there! Or maybe I did,” she teased, cackling.

Vi groaned, running a hand down her face as you tried to stifle a laugh. The sudden chaos was so typical of Jinx that you couldn’t even be mad.

“Seriously, Jinx?” Vi muttered, shaking her head as champagne dripped from her hair.

Jinx shrugged, her grin widening. “Hey, you two were getting way too mushy out here. Someone had to remind you there’s a party going on inside!” She gestured toward the doors, where the sound of singing and laughter poured out.

You wiped at your dress, chuckling softly as you exchanged a glance with Vi. Despite the interruption, the moment wasn’t ruined—it was just… unique, like everything else in your life these days.

“Come on,” you said, looping your arm through Vi’s and tugging her back toward the party. “Let’s get back inside before she sprays anyone else.”

“Or maybe I’ll aim for Mel next!” Jinx called after you, laughing as she followed you both inside, the night only getting more chaotic—and memorable—from there.

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[novlr]

What are some good ways to write about winter?

Winter. is a season of stark contrasts and sensory experiences. It provides the perfect canvas to paint vivid scenes that range from cosy romances to horror-filled stormy nights.

When writing about winter, it’s essential to capture the essence of its chill and the way it can transform the world. Here are some quick tips!

Sights

A blanket of pristine snow covering the landscape

Bare tree branches coated with frost

Delicate snowflakes drifting from the grey sky

Icicles hanging like crystal daggers from rooftops

Colourful clothes stark against the white of snow

Sunlight reflecting off the snow, creating a blinding glare

Animal tracks stamped into the powder

Frozen lakes and puddles

Man-made objects like snowmen and snow angels

Lights shining against dark backdrops

Sounds

Snow muffling and dampening the usual noises

Boots crunching on the frozen ground

People laughing and shouting as they play

Wind howling through barren branches

Ice cracking underfoot or on distant lakes

The silence of a snow-covered world

Shovels scraping against sidewalks

Snowballs hitting their targets with soft thuds

Branches creaking, laden with snow

The rustle of animals keeping warm in burrows

Smells

The fresh, clean scent of snow in the air

Wood smoke curling from chimneys

The earthy aroma of damp wool from coats and gloves

The sharp tang of frost and cold metal

Hot chocolate and marshmallows

Pine needles and the subtle scent of evergreen

Baking spices from holiday treats

The slight ozone smell before a snowstorm

Wet dog from snowball fights with furry friends

Leather and polish from well-worn boots

Activities

Building snow forts and castles

Ice skating on a frozen pond or rink

Snowshoeing through a silent forest

Curling up by the fire with a good book

Skiing and snowboarding down powdery slopes

Brisk walks to enjoy the winter air

Hiking up snowy mountains for panoramic views

Having snowball fights with friends or family

Feeding birds or wildlife braving the cold

Decorating the home with festive lights and ornaments

Character body language

Shivering and huddling for warmth

Rubbing hands together or blowing on them for heat

Shoulders hunched against the biting wind

Slipping and steadying oneself on icy patches

Squinting against the bright snow glare

Snuggling into oversized coats and scarves

Stamping feet to restore circulation

Clapping hands to keep the cold at bay

Arms wrapped around the torso for warmth

Quick, brisk movements to minimise exposure to the cold

Positive descriptions

The serene beauty of a snow-covered meadow at dawn

The invigorating feeling of cold air filling your lungs

The cosiness of a warm blanket on a frosty night

The joy of catching snowflakes on your tongue

The camaraderie of coming together to shovel snow

The nostalgia of winter holidays and traditions

The satisfaction of making the perfect snowball

The wonder of ice patterns on windows

The laughter and excitement of a snow day

The glistening of a frosted evergreen in the sun

Negative descriptions

The biting sting of the wind against exposed skin

The numbness of fingers and toes in the cold

The dreariness of shortened, grey days

The inconvenience of navigating slushy streets

The isolation of a blizzard keeping everyone indoors

The discomfort of wet socks and snow in your boots

The hazard of black ice on sidewalks and roads

The burden of heavy layers and winter gear

The dull ache of a cold that lingers

The gloom that can accompany the lack of sunlight

Helpful adjectives

Biting, chilly, frosty, glacial, icy

Crisp, brisk, sharp, piercing, raw

Fluffy, powdery, crunchy, slick, slippery

Dreary, overcast, bleak, sombre, grey

Cosy, snug, warm, toasty, plush

Twinkling, sparkling, shimmering, glistening

Silent, muffled, still, hushed, quiet

Fresh, clean, invigorating, brisk, bracing

Nostalgic, traditional, joyous, festive, celebratory

Isolating, inconvenient, burdensome, hazardous, gloomy