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argiopi · 3 years
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The thought of the greenpath vessel haunted me for my entire first playthrough. I thought I would get answers on them - well, I did, if only in the form of coming to understand Hornet’s motives. My theories ranged from Hornet killed them to they were already dead to wait that’s their own weapon to they were infected (bc broken mask like broken vessel) to was Hornet involved in the decision to kill themselves? It would connect the dots between Hornet fought them and their own nail killed them. An act of mercy, I suppose..?
When they failed her test, did she sit them down and gently explain their inevitable doom? To give them the choice is the ultimate acknowledgment of them as a being with a will. The very thing that allows them to choose is what makes them unfit for their purpose*. Maybe it’s a comfort, in that regard - if they can make this decision, and they couldn’t defeat me either, there is no chance they would have been able to succeed.
That “I’d feel no sadness” line always felt like a front to me. Why tell them that if you don’t care? Why say it if you aren’t trying to convince yourself? On that note, I’d like to speculate about why Hornet would have been in that arena in the first place. The game-design reasons for encountering her right there with the vessel are obvious - immediate threat-horror, the clarification that she was involved. But as a character, why was she there? She hadn’t just fought them before the encounter, because you see her outside the arena shortly prior. I don’t think she was luring Ghost: because that “stalking me” line implies she was just going about her activities, and Ghost made the active choice to follow. Was she visiting her sibling’s grave?
*I’m still so curious about how Hornet seems to acknowledge Ghost’s mind (if you had the will, knowing, knowing, knowing), yet accept them as a vessel. I wonder if she knows a truly pure vessel isn’t really feasible, and that’s why she focuses so much on strength? Not just strength of body, but strength of mind. Maybe that’s a topic for its own post.
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matchamorphosis · 3 years
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MS ROSIE THAT HEADCANNON OMFG MAY I PRETTY PLEASE REQUEST DADDY ARI- maybe like hes busy with work but youre really needy so he lets you ride his thigh i lub mean daddy ari🥺<33333
𝐶𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐵
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut smut smut
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || alt. AU — daddy!ari levinson × [black//woc]fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, thigh riding, masochism, kinda dark!ari, spanking, hair pulling, lots of edging, tons of crying, Ari is a big meanie :(( MINORS DNI — 18+ INTERACTION ONLY
𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || candy by doja cat
𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || yes jasmeen of course you can!! 🥺💗 i’m gonna make daddy!ari extra mean and dirty for you and i’m gonna add a little bit of bratty reader cause in this house we love mean daddies and spoiled brats! 💗💗💗
Ari’s eyes follow the screen to the stacks of paperwork in front of him. all this was due by the end of the week and he still didn’t file the information from the online form to the files laying on his desk.
there were times where Ari broke some work related limits of hours upon hours of desk work fueled by caffeine and your kisses of encouragement but then again he did have his limits.
these were those times but no matter how much he promised himself he’d take a break, meaning to check up on you and see what you’ve been up to. although time seemed to pass and Ari hadn’t realize that that side note was forgotten three hours ago on the account of his mind relentlessly kept on reeling him back into his paperwork.
the large coffee mug you made him at a pottery class sits besides a stack of files is pushing its fifth refill of the day as Ari pours the remaining bitter black liquid from the coffeepot. the dark black liquid flowing into the yellow painted, honeypot shaped mug.
it makes him smile at the memory of when you gifted it to him, wrapped in sparkly wrapping paper he presses kisses all over your face in gratitude. he always complained on needing a mug since he always dropped them and he was certain to never drop of break this special mug his princess made him.
its sudden with the loose grip he has on the coffee mug that the coffee spills over the brink of the mug and onto a few papers. the action causes Ari to blurt out an aggregated scold before fanning out the papers soaked in coffee to the side near a fan.
sitting back down on his chair his eyes look over the work he has completed. stapling and putting away documents that have been signed and filed out as well as closing off tabs that weren’t important anymore-
he still has more work cut out for him
his rushing thoughts and swift hands bearing a pen and the other a computer mouse, his head shoots up as a rhythm like knock echoes at the home office door. “come in,”
the low rumble of his voice speaks out as his eyes and attention to back on the papers in his grasps. sipping on his black coffee, slightly sweetened in his desired cream and sugar packets, his focus and eyes stick to his paperwork.
the door opens to reveal you, slightly irritated and desperate for attention from your daddy. you were certain with your presence and the way your heels clack against the flooring he would lift his head up. adjust the small glasses on the brink of his nose and acknowledge you, tell you that you look cute today or stop writing all together but it doesn’t spark interest to him at all.
thin spectacles on the brink of his nose, loose curtains of hair rest on the sides of his face. as you take steps closer you can see the worn out exhaustion in his blue hues and the deep darkness of his under eye bags. daddy hasn’t slept great in days, always joining you in bed in the early morning hours and waking before you can. so now knowing that your mission for attention might not be the best idea, you know when your daddy gets like this.
it’s best to leave him work but it wasn’t healthy for him to overwork. it’s stress none stop about getting work done cause it wasn’t good for daddy! and despite you feeling a burn in your belly that you wanted to deny and push aside for him...
even you had your limits of being deprived from his embraces, praises and touches.
a solid three days it’s been that Ari has been glued behind his desk. it irked you how demanding his job was but you had to be his supportive princess, he needed all the support and encouragement. even if it meant to ignore the wetness in between your thighs that needed to be catered and handled by your daddy then so be it...
maybe you can get a bit of attention, a morsel of affirmation from him and you’ll be set to go. maybe you shouldn’t have worn the outfit you have on if you now just want a praise of two but you don’t hesitate to get comfortable. settling in one of the form fitting arm chairs at the far corner of your daddy’s office near the towering bookshelves and his hanged degrees.
admiring how smart and brave your daddy is with his degrees, certificates and honors as you play with the little charm bracelet he gave you. throwing one smooth leg over the other your mini skirt rakes up to reveal your upper thighs but still covering up what little you’re trying to hide. you liked dressing up pretty for daddy and he did to, today was no exception cause you were planning on cheering him up.
when he would finally realize you were here- you roll your eyes as he takes another sip of coffee. taking all your necessities that you stuffed in your Strawberry Shortcake book bag, you laid the elements of entertainment on the coffee table in front of you near the plush armchairs.
one of your lisa frank coloring books being thrown across the expansive wooden tabletop, you take out your bright vivid gel pens and pastel markers from your coloring pouch. and by taking out you unzip the pink pouch and turn it upside down for it all to fall on the table.
the clashing plastic crash of your coloring tools against the polished tabletop alert Ari- his head shooting up as his eyes meet your distanced body uncapping a scented marker and opening a page of the coloring book.
“princess? I didn’t see you, what are you doing here?” his voice breaks as he drops the pen in his hands briefly, softly smiling as he sees your face driven in concentration. his smile deepens when your nose doing the cute little scrunch thing when you’re unsure about something but plan on figuring out.
hair styled in one of your complicated yet sophisticated hairdos, his large sweater he allowed you to wear since the morning still adorns your bodice comfortably. knees bended, he sees them bare but an outline to a crimson red skirt falls on your hips.
it’s a shame Ari couldn’t get up and scoop you up in his arms, play and color with you for a bit without the ball and chain of his work holding him hostage at his desk.
“so now you notice i’m here,” your voice lightly snaps but it’s mellowed as your lips pull into a pout, pulling the strings of his heart. a sense of guilt rises in his chest because he knows he hasn’t been caring for you properly these past few days. without the little moments of meals and getting ready for bed he hasn’t been spending time with you that much.
“don’t be like that princess. daddy just has alot of work to finish-” but you still shake your head, confusing Ari as you cross your arms over your chest.
“but I don’t want daddy to work! daddy works forever! I want special time!” you whine, your eyes tearing up as you slam your hands against the table. making the coloring books, pens and markers quake at your mercy.
at this moment Ari’s at your mercy, and if he permits you to continue this stirring frenzy who knows how much he’s going to spend away from his work to calm you from a potential tantrum. so the words that come out of Ari’s mouth make you hault your next actions of crying and screaming-
the simple notion of, “come here princess, bring your coloring book with you. we can work together,” makes your tears stop falling and your body rising to leap towards him. grabbing your things quickly and making your way to your daddy. it’s now that he sees you in your outfit that has his eyes sticking anywhere else but yours.
a smirk curling your glossy, cherry painted lips you turn around for him so he could see your little ‘outfit’ the flow of your skirt tempting to rise up at the bottom curve of your ass but you’re hoping to save the surprise do what’s underneath it later, “do you like my skirt daddy?” you say, your eyes tracing his and he only but stares at anything else but your eyes.
the rich gleam of your thighs and long legs, the way your chest peaks out through the fabric to his sweater, your tempting glossy lips and those damn heels...
his response is his hands patting down on his thigh, enough to practically make your heart jump at the sight. it’s been that long since you’ve sat on his lap but then again you constantly need to be on it.
a moonlight smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you drop your coloring books and markers on his desk. making sure to not mess up his paperwork with yours, Ari moves his papers to make way for your things.
sighing happily when you settle your bum in between both of his thighs to get comfy. sweet scent of strawberries and cream from your shampoo wafting to his nose and the stark fruitiness of your scented markers mixing with the coffee steam from his mug marry together.
the two of you do your separate jobs peacefully, with the exception of you reaching for his honeypot mug to have a lick of coffee that he tsks at you. moving the mug away from your grabby small hands.
“that’s a big people drink sweet pea. i’ll give you a juice box if you’re thirsty,” but you just shake your head and get right back to shading with your colors.
“daddy may I please play my hello kitty game?” your perky voice starts as you start coloring the detailed tiger cub. emphasizing on the may and please, your daddy was a sucker for good manners and etiquette.
shifting against only his right thigh now, your back hunches to reach the desk with difficulty until he shift to get you comfortable. continuing coloring but your eyes leave once in a while to stare at the keyboard Ari’s fingers clack with each key, “not now princess.” Ari hums and you frown sourly.
the online hello kitty theme park game would be an excellent way to have you distracted as he works but at the same time Ari doesn’t think it’ll be healthy for you to invest that much screen time. and besides he’s working on it, leaning your head on his bicep you let go of that unwanted answer and get back to color tinting and detailing.
Ari files in the margins of the paperwork and writes everything out as you do with your coloring sheets. as the minutes turn into hours, his mug once again being filled with coffee and your sippy cup filled with your juice. you finish coloring page after coloring page and Ari stack after stack of paperwork.
leaving you halfway done with your one hundred and seventy-five page Lisa Frank coloring book and your daddy only one stack of field files. the amount he managed to finish has him impressed of himself and grateful to his special good luck charm sitting perfectly right on his thigh.
“daddy look at all the pages I finished!” you cheer as you pull out the coloring book for him to look over, practically bouncing on his thigh from excitement. the dazzling brightness of your wide toothy smile bringing a large smile to Ari’s face as he takes the coloring book to look over at your hard work.
flipping each page, the drawings and outlined sheets were more colorful and detailed than the last and Ari was indeed speechless and at awe. proud of his creative princess and her clever unique technique with scented markers and glitter gel pens.
“princess these are gorgeous! I have a little artist on my hands don’t I?” Ari grins and his words make the wide smile you have crinkle as your eyes dash away from his flustered.
your bashful state makes Ari chuckle but his eyes don’t pull away to continue analyzing and admiring your work. you indeed did an excellent job at coloring and Ari thought you’d struggle a bit with the detailed sheets of Lisa Frank. the refrigerator tonight will be decorated in these latest masterpieces, he’ll make sure of it.
and you know what? you deserve a reward.
Ari thought and he bends to the side to open the second compartment of his desk just above his organized files. pulling the drawer open, his hands roam over the pens, staples and office supplies in search for the treats.
stopping his short search when his fingers grab the bag of heart shaped lollipops he at times rewarded you when you listened to him extra carefully. he grabs one and brings it up to your eyesight, enjoying how your eyes light up and follow the lollipop with each motion.
starlight eyes widen and focus on the cherry lollipop in your daddy’s grasp then stare up at him again, “is that for me daddy?” you words drip in eagerness, wanting to taste the sugary sweet artificial fruit against your tongue.
Ari’s eyes playfully squint against your mischievous ones, his fingers undo the wrapper and disregard it aside on the desk. wonderstroke eyes looking over the bare heart shaped lollipop, you can smell the tangy cherry and your mouth waters.
although you don’t expect daddy to take the lollipop in his mouth. a pout pulling your lips as you rock against his thigh for a taste and you stop once your daddy takes it out with a smart delightful pop!
“open up for daddy princess,” and you don’t need to be told twice as you open your mouth so Ari could place the heart lolli in your mouth. “tongue out sweet girl,” and you stick your tongue flat out, making Ari smile at your good listening skills.
your glossy lips closing around the sweet candy on a stick, you hum at the sweet taste, “thank you daddy,” Ari simply kisses your forehead before patting your head, getting straight into work.
despite the candy he gave you, you’re still upset he still is ignoring you. by all means you could color as many pages in your coloring book for eternity but they never gave you the same satisfaction then the attention daddy gave you.
being deprived of it, you’ve also been deprived of his cock.
locked away in the depths of your shared bedroom you couldn’t just replace his thick fingers with yours. your pink silicon toys with his cock because they didn’t reach the golden spot he easily could reach. and you couldn’t rub your panty clothed pussy against one of your pillows and pretend it was Ari’s body.
no matter how much you wanted to touch yourself at times- hell you wanted to touch yourself when you were in your playroom this early afternoon. Ari obviously wouldn’t notice since his head was deep in paperwork but you knew you couldn’t break one of his golden rules.
right now daddy was right here, you were sitting on his very lap and compared to him you were a little thing in desperately critical need to be taken care of. your slicked cunt wasn’t going to stop over-examining your daddy’s big arms that caged you in. his large hands that held the pen that looked so small in it as he wrote. his wide muscular chest that you rest your back against.
not to mention the soft and tender caresses of his one hand rubbing your thigh through your fringed scarlet red skirt. soft lips pressing gentle kisses on your hairline here and there along with the scratch of his thick beard. the soft spoken praises he whispered in your ear as you colored quietly for him.
daddy himself made you needy, very needy. because as much as you could sit still and color quietly and be his good girl you desperately wanted to grind your cunt against his thigh.
but then again who were you to ask for permission?
the sudden shift your body has against his thigh doesn’t ring any bells or blast any alarms since he just thinks you’re simply shifting to find a comfortable position.
wandering fingers trace the veins bursting from your daddy’s flexed hands and forearms that grip his pen as he writes. as well as the other that’s hooked around your belly to keep you still, finding the perfect rhythm to roll your hips against ari’s thigh.
holding in a whimper you suck on the lollipop hard, picturing the heart shaped lolli has the tip of his cock but then again it just makes you drip pathetically against your daddy’s thigh even thinking of that. the burning pleasure vibrating at your core as your hips continue to rock onto the denim of your daddy’s jeans. the slick of your pussy soaking your panties and the honey seeps through the crotch of the thin lace thing.
as much as you’re doing a good job at keeping your little sounds to yourself and throwing Ari off at your dirty work as you carry on coloring he isn’t oblivious to the wetness that is drenching his thigh nor your ongoing grind you have on it.
no matter how considerable you told him earlier that you were coloring the page you’re working on for him and how adorable you looked grinding your desperate cunt on his thigh.
you didn’t ask for permission
Ari’s sure if he could lift your body away from his thigh they’re would be a wet patch stained on his jeans. he can hear the sloppiness of your wet folds and slick with each rock your hips have. the smell of your arousal filling his nose, the cherry in your breath as you let out a little whimper. feeling the loose string of your orgasm building in the pit of your belly beginning to tighten as you roll and rock your hips to the lace that makes you melt.
“stop it,” Ari’s low rumble commanded, his hands still writing something but his eyes dash from his work to you. eyes closed and face clouded in lust as you persist your grinding. head and conscious tucked away in your dirty little dream world. Ari doesn’t let the fact that you’re sucking on the lollipop like it’s his cock or the little moans that sound like high pitched hums.
he gave you you’re a reward and he can easily take it away
oblivious of your daddy’s true intention you moan when his hand lands on your head, stroking through your hair until he takes a handful of it and pulls your head back. a gasp escaping your lips, your eyes open and the grind you have on his thigh comes to a crashing stop at the painful tug.
“daddy let go!” you loudly whine. your eyes watering at your ruined orgasm and your hair potentially getting ruined by your daddy’s harsh hold.
another cry escapes your lips when ari pulls your head back even more, causing your back to arch as his breath wafts against your earlobe. “daddy told you to stop, princess. is my little princess a dumb baby or is my little princess too busy fucking herself on daddy’s thigh to listen?”
the coarseness of his remark makes you shiver, a whimper and cry leaving your lips as your eyes water as the hold he has on your hair tightens.
“get your filthy cunt off of my thigh and keep coloring that picture for me. can you do that for me or you going to wander and get lost in that whorish brain of yours?”
rapidly nodding your head up and down and lift your hips over his thigh, your need to please and answer his question quickly makes him chuckle into your hair. although you’re still whimpering and pouting over your ruined hair, you spent all morning making it cute and perfect all for it to be ruined with a single tug from his large hands.
hot bothered breath and searing lips grazing against the shell of your ear causes your wetness to seep and drip onto your rubbing thighs. catching you in the act, Ari’s free hand pulls the skirt above your hips, expecting you to wear some kind of tiny lace panties but you aren’t wearing anything.
blue eyes don’t meet any scandalous undergarment, just your plump ass and your dripping cunt desperate for his touch. desperate for a release and his attention, his hands examine the flimsy material for a skirt that deliciously hugs and covers your hips.
feeling your daddy’s stare on your princess parts, it makes your heart jump and thump when his hands grab at your ass. kneading the flesh of it before gripping the waistline of the cherry red skirt.
“daddy-?” another gasp escapes your lips when a loud tare ripples throughout the room and the weight of cold air hitting your slicked, exposed pussy.
Ari grunts as he takes the fabric of your now ripped skirt and throws it onto the floor without a care, all he wants to see is your pussy. a large hand comes down to slap your ass, enjoying the way it bounces back like it’s a response. it has all the blood and lust flowing down south to his hardening cock.
“do daddy a favor princess and shut the fuck up before daddy makes you,” the threat makes you whimper, the lollipop in your mouth swirling sweetly against your tongue as your daddy pinches and gripes handfuls of your ass. slapping the flesh and watching it bounce, he wants to dig his teeth in your peach flesh.
“take my sweater off. I want nothing on what’s mine. do you understand?” Ari groans in your ear as his hands glide around your hips to dip into your cunt, his fingers stroking your folds and not believeing how wet you are. “oh and princess, the heels stay on,”
whimpering and following his order quickly, grabbing his sweater from the helm and lift the heavy wool material of the sweater above your head. body fully bare and under the heat of his burning glance, you drop the thick article of clothing in your hands on the floor. leaving the heels on as he commanded, feeling the lust filled burn of his stare intensify as you rest your hands together on his knee waiting.
waiting impatiently for the matter for his next command. the smell of the baby oil and sweet strawberry lotion he rubbed on your curves earlier that day hits his nose and he moans. you look, smell and- as he takes his fingers in his mouth and moans- taste like candy.
hearing the sudden sound of a heavy metal buckle of his belt loosen, Ari’s hard cock rises up and hits the hard muscle of his belly. an untamed groan escapes oats his lips when you turn your head over your shoulder to see him rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb.
those starlight eyes that usually gleam in their faux innocence stare back at the fire in his eyes and you pout. wanting to touch daddy’s cock and taste him on your tongue. but your eyes tear up when he takes his thumb and suck the white cum into his mouth, not leaving enough for you to taste.
it makes you whip your head away from his handsome smug face. Ari doesn’t ignore the sniff out of you as he sets sight of your bare body in front of him. resting your elbows and body weight on the desk your arched back leaves loads of space for him to glide his hands through. running delicious shivers throughout your spine before he slaps your ass again. stinging and burning but your cunt creams in pleasure as you bite your bottom lip.
“my slutty princess wasn’t wearing a bra under daddies sweater? no panties under those scraps for a skirt? fucking knew you looked too good. wanted daddy to find out and ruin your tiny pussy, didn’t you? wanted to distract me from work? nasty little girl thinking she can get what she wants.”
not daring to let out another moan, his hand still gripping your hair loosens as his free hand rises up your waist to pinch a nipple. “answer me slut. you get nothing if you don’t,” his hiss rings and normally you would laugh at him in this state. telling off his stupid hunchmen on the phone as you got all hot and bothered as he yelled at them, making them beg for his forgiveness.
now you’re on the end of that anger; and you don’t mind it one but as his large calloused hands grab the fragments of your ripped skirt on the floor before analyzing your bare body arched pretty and posed for him. in nothing but your big girl heels with your cute lacy white socks, his cock is painfully hard now as the tip paints his abdomen in precum.
“yes daddy. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to stop working because you haven’t touched me and I want cummies! I deserve cummies!” you cry but the words are too sloshed and unreadable from the lollipop in your mouth.
it’s quick that Ari takes the stick and pulls it away from your mouth with a swift and perky pop! a loud whine excludes your lips from his sole action but it’s replaced with a gasp as Ari slaps your mouth, “shut your big brat hole up before I stuff it shut myself,” and you moaned at him, fucking moaned at the threat.
it leaves him just as speechless as you, you’re face wafting in the heat of your embarrassment and you cower when his smirk curls deviously done on you. Ari wants you to cry- God he wants to rip your heart out and bandage it up with his cock
“dumb babies like you get what daddy gives you. nothing else, now grind on daddy’s thigh princess,” his rough command makes you freeze, not even daring to breathe for a second.
wondering if he’s being serious, and it’s as if he could read the confusion buzzing in your head he decides to clear it up. the harsh and stinging spank awakes you from your overthinking session and you get to work. working to gain the same pleasurable friction you were enjoying moments ago.
your hands gripe the edge of his desk till your knuckles bulge out around your soft skin. rocking your hips against the roughness of his jeans, this time no panties are in the way as your slickness flows freely. lubricating your folds and soaking his thigh with your juices, it makes him chuckle when he feels your wetness soak through the fabric onto his thigh. you’re so pretty and obedient he could fuck your till you couldn’t think or stand.
“do you think you can finish your coloring page before you cum princess? show me how good you are at coloring.”
Ari’s artificially sweet remark makes you whimper, just as artificial as the cherry heart lollipop you were licking. not hesitating or wasting a minute, you quickly grab your coloring book and markers and get straight to work.
thankful you didn’t have to color much, one good thing leading you to this moment you could feel your orgasm nearing. the high peak that you’re getting closer and closer to, you want to jump off the cliff and dive into the waves of your pleasure. who knows what daddy would do if you didn’t finish your drawing on time, you needed to fucking cum.
you always got what you fucking wanted regardless what daddy thought, but maybe you spoke to soon-
“please princess, daddy knows you can grind harder on that. show me how much of a slut you are for daddy’s thigh,” you whimper at his command and obey immediately.
grinding harder against him, his teeth biting the soft bit of ear as his fingers roll your hard nipples. slightly wincing and deeply moaning, you can’t help but allow him to make you slip in that space of mindless obedience.
daddy always made you a moaning wet mess, always desperate for his approval and sweet honeyed praises. glassy eyes concentrating on your coloring sheet, it was becoming difficult to focus on coloring as you rocked your hips. trying desperately to withhold your orgasm but desperately trying to please daddy and grinding harder. hot tears springing in your eyes at the havoc situation, you let out a sob as your rock against Ari’s thigh.
Ari only but cooed at you, thumbing away your hot salty tears. “what a little crybaby,” he chuckles through a fake sympathetic smile. fisting his hard slippery cock in one hand as the other crept down to rub your little button. if anything Ari wants more now is for you to cry- it’s getting his cock harder and harder as the tears drip onto the coloring sheet.
“daddy I-I can’t color that fast!” that cry as his thick fingers advancing in their speed and pressure. stroking the puffiness of your folds before brushing against your drenched hole.
taking not a single ounce of regard to your wail, he responds only by pinching your pussy lips. causing you to cry out in sudden pain before he strokes your pussy to calm you. thick digits gathering up your arousal, your folds creating a lewd serenade in the golden tint of his office.
“you can’t color that fast? my stupid little princess doesn’t know how to color quick enough? to color a small stupid drawing before she can cum? huh, princess? answer me!”
there doesn’t need to be any tugging at your hair or harsh slap to your ass for you to quiver against him. Ari- your daddy has a magical way of making you submit with just the ease of his words but you don’t know how to answer him at all but to keep coloring. marshmallow tears streaming down your face like shooting stars, you continue to reach your high your daddy assists you on reaching but denies.
however Ari is noticing that you’re practically almost done coloring the picture, by the time you’re finished you’d probably cum and fufill his order. oh he couldn’t let that happen. his spoiled brat wasn’t gonna cum until he felt she deserved so, which wasn’t gonna be anytime soon if he could do anything about it.
quick hands slap down on your ass, causing the marker in your hand to scribble slightly over the lines. a gasp escaping your lips your bottom lip trembling at the sight and rushing figuring out how to fix it. scarlet heels clacking together, his hands stop tracing the lace of your socks at your ankles.
ravishing in your panicked state, he smirks into your hair. grabbing the lollipop he snatched from you earlier from the desk, taking it into his mouth with a satisfying pop! ignoring your offended and hurt whimpers as your daddy steals your reward away from you due to your clumsiness. it makes your vision blurry and your bottom lip tremble violently, head echoing in only one thought and one thought only-
daddy is so mean, daddy’s a big fat meanie.
your thoughts roar but you didn’t mean to say any of them aloud, you’re so caught up in the moment that you have no idea you did so because now your ass is getting spanked again and again and again and again. all until your peach flesh burns and Ari can see the indents of his fingers on that heart shaped ass he loves so much before bringing his hand back in your hair.
tugging it so your spine suddenly arches back so his lips brush your ear, a gasp escaping your mouth. “I can be meaner princess. you stop coloring and I won’t let you cum. do you understand that? stupid whore.”
the growl rolls off his lips and it just adds onto the sheet of sweats glistening off your skin. tears drop from your lashes as shaky, trembling hands grip the markers as you persist on finishing the coloring page. feeling your body is on fire, your sobbing cunt continues to rock against his loins and the pleasure is almost unbearable you whimper.
the smirk plastered on Ari’s face is sinful, his hands unbutton his shirt to leave his chest bare. golden pendant glistening in the light bulbs of his office. back muscles resting against the leather of his office chair, he strokes his throbbing cock. biting his bottom lip enjoying the naked sight of his desperate slut for a precious princess bouncing and rocking on his thigh.
arms bended calmly behind his head, biceps slightly flexing as he licks on the lollipop he took from you. humming from its sweet taste while imagining it’s the nipples of your tits, his tongue flicking over the heart shape- sucking sharply on it. savoring the sweet cherry taste as his hands graze up to gripe your bouncing tits. savoring in your heavy moans, stiff sniffles and stuttering sobs all on the account of him.
like taking candy from a baby, his baby.
Ari thinks as he watched your ass bounce, sweat glistening off your skin as your heeled feet shake. moving back in your high unaware matter, your ass unintentionally brushes roughly against his balls. causing you to gasp and your daddy to grunt, ordering you to do it again which you do.
suddenly the thought of fucking your other tight hole full of his white ropes of cum takes over his mind but he was enjoying you trying to find a release. “maybe if you color the picture really nice for daddy then daddy will let you cum,”
Ari spoke, his voice soft and tender like always despite the current moments of viscously degrading and name calling you. you’ve always craved this part of him but who knew it would hurt your heart so fucking good with each insult and slap to your heart shaped ass.
although the remark creates a hopeful glisten in your relieved eyes, posture relaxing a bit. you were certain you wouldn’t be able finish it on time but maybe if you focus on making it look pretty- regardless of a few white spaces- daddy would let you have your cummies. Ari would kiss you on your pretty lips and make you undone with the sweetest command.
oh how you craved it this moment it’s bringing more tears to your eyes.
“r-really daddy?” you stutter, imagining the tenseness of his thigh as his cock. squeezing it just right around your walls as your eyes glue on the coloring sheet. grinding your pussy harder onto his jean covered thigh that let’s all your high pitched and stuttering moans flow like honey, “you really mean it?”
a dark glint shines in Ari’s blue hues, taking the lollipop out of his mouth his hand rubs his shaft painfully slow. that thumb that has been teasing your button glides past his weeping tip, his burning blue glance shifting to you. until his hand reaches up, causing you to moan when he grabs a handful of your hair.
oh how he was going to tear his poor princess down after building her a sense of hope.
“no,”
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Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader
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Warnings: Swearing, sexual jokes
Request: @souhmhey Hello! I really like your blaise au and was wondering if you could do a hogwarts ver of 97 with bill weasley/cedric diggory since your requests is open. The reader is a slytherin btw. Thank you and take care!
#97: You are famous and we keep bumping into eachother so the media thinks we're dating
A/n: sorry for inactivity, I have no concept of time. This is a tiny bit off the prompt but oh well. (There is so much dialogue in this fic, I'm sorry.)
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You hated attention. You had hated it since the second you had been birthed into the world. The world which robbed you of your privacy. The world which had dug its grimy hands into your life and tugged and pulled until it looked pretty enough to be on display. A world which everyone claimed to wish for, to envy. 
It made you sick. 
You had no right to complain. You knew that you were privileged, your parents had more money than they could spend even if they tried, you had grown up in a mansion which simply could not be called a house. You had the tutors, the vacations, the clothes. You had it all, well all except privacy. 
Your birth was on the front page of a dozen magazines, your face tacked onto newspapers before you could even read. You were so used to the flash of lights that you stopped registering them as strange. 
When you left for some faraway school in the hills of Scottland you had assumed that all of that would go away. That you wouldn’t have to fake smiles anymore or refrain from making the smallest mistake for fear of ruining your parent’s reputation. 
Your father’s status as a quidditch player kept you form that unattainable dream. Whenever he spoke of the sport he told it like some fantasy, something he had done so he could soar into the sky not bring it down onto his daughter. 
You snapped your eyes shut the bright flash of light only worsening your headache. As the faint burn you were all too used to faded you gathered the image of the young boy in front of you.  His mouth was dropped displaying two rows of crooked teeth, his brown eyes wide with amazement. 
Your jaw tightened, “Do you need something?” the tone you used was clearly threatening, hoping to break him from the trance you had unintentionally put him under. The conformity of the boy’s features lead you to believe he was either deaf or stupid. 
“Well?!” You snapped and it seemed to do the trick. 
He blinked a few times, his open mouth giving way for a dopey grin, “You’re y/n y/l/n.” 
You scoffed considering shoving the large camera he was holding down his throat, “I don’t know who you are talking about.” 
“But-”
“Move before I move you myself.” You snarled and before the kid could answer you shoved him aside and continued for your class which you were now surly to be late for. Vector wouldn’t be happy. 
You entered the room already spewing apologies you should have to give. 
The teacher cut you off with a pointed look and you snapped your mouth shut. There were a couple snickers from the class and your head hammered on the front of your skull. 
“You have been late almost every day this week Ms. y/l/n. Is this going to continue all year or should I cut you from my class now?” Her glare was stiff. 
You tried to swallow your mouth suddenly feeling too dry, “I’m very sorry professor it’s just I have to come all the way from potions, and getting through the halls can be difficult.”
Her eyebrows raised, “I don’t see any of my other students struggling to get here on time.” 
“Well, I-” 
“Or do you simply believe the rules of this school don’t apply to you?”  She sneered and giggles erupted around you.
Your cheeks burned and you hung your head, “That’s not what I was saying professor.” you mumbled know your words fell onto emptiness. 
“Ten points from Slytherin. Go take a seat next to Diggory.” 
You let your mouth fall shut nodding obediently as your blood boiled beneath your skin. Eyes followed you to your seat and didn’t leave until the lesson began. Your cheeks hurt, you pushed your hands upon them attempting to cool the burn of embarrassment. You didn’t even spare a glance to the boy seated next o you, his presence barely registering as you tried to convince the earth to swallow you whole. 
You really hated attention. 
Cedric Diggory didn’t quite understand why so many looked his way as he passed in the halls. He was good at making friends, his words always seemed to flow so seamlessly from his mouth, he never stumbled over syllables or tripped on his tongue. He was good with people, they liked him, he never gave them a reason to do otherwise. 
Students envied him, he knew that. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that girls and boys found him attractive, he wasn’t stupid. People often treated him like he was anyway, as if his popularity had drained his common sense. It was aggravating to try and prove that his worth went past his reputation again and again. 
He always paid mind to you. He was aware of your fame, well your parent’s fame. His eyes like may others had frequently wandered towards you, he had a feeling you hated when they did. Your own were always narrowed into a glare as you did everything in your power to avoid the popularity you had been gifted. 
As you sat beside him, your head buried in your hands, teacher continuing with a lesson he should be listening to he felt sorry for you. Sorry that you were so often painted as a self-entitled brat, sorry for the prying eyes and the whispers behind hands. 
“I could walk you from potions if you wanted.” The words had spilled from his mouth like an overflowing sink.
Your head snapped towards him, eyes hard as steel as you bored into him. “What?” 
Cedric suddenly felt like a fool, something that didn’t happen all that often. He stuttered for a sentence, “I, uhh..” What had he just said to you? It was like his thoughts had been replaced with cotton.”I have the same potions as you, and um you said that you were having a hard time getting through the halls. I could walk with you.” 
“Whatever.” you ignored the part of you that thought it might be a half-decent idea and scoffed, “You would only draw more attention.” 
The Hufflepuff chuckled, “I suppose you’re not wrong.” 
You didn’t answer, eyes now zoned to the front of the room. He let the conversation drop. 
If there was one thing that you hated more than attention it was exercise. You disliked exhausting yourself, the grime, and sweat making you feel incredibly dirty as you jogged the edge of the grounds. Your breaths were labored and you felt awkward as your thighs bummed together. Despite all of the discomfort, your head felt clear. Thoughts weren’t plagued but crisp as you listened to the chirp of birds and your own pants. Finally, you gave out, your legs groaning as you halted bending over. Lacing your hands on your knees, you tried to calm your racing heart. 
“Oh, hey y/n!” 
And your peace was ruined. 
You stood up, stuffing your hands in your pockets and trying not to look as fatigued as you felt. 
Cedric looked so good it hurt. The sweat on his brow giving him the polished look of a deity. His hair was untamed yet adorable, cheeks stained apple red from the exertion. The sun which was peeking above the horizon framed him, making the boys edge hazy and warm. He smiled down at you, his breaths steady as ever. 
You cussed at him not even bothering to lower your voice. You watched his face falter with confusion. “Fuck you.” You repeated, “How do you look so good after running?” 
His grin jumped back, “I just stared, I’m only two miles in.”
You were tempted to slap him, “Only.” you cursed him again for good measure.
“Are you heading back towards the school? I could go with you.” 
You considered his offer for a brief moment, “Whatever you monster.” 
Apparently he took that as a yes because the second you began to jog again he was beside you his pace obviously slowed to fit yours. 
“I was actually happy to run into you.” He hummed.
You frowned, “Why?” it was more of a pant than a question.
He shrugged, “You seem nice.”
There were a lot of things you ‘seemed’ nice was not one of them. The side glance you gave him was question enough and you heard him chuckle a bit.
“I know you think you’re all scary and everything but you’re not that bad.” 
You scowled, “You don’t. Know. Me.” heavy breaths broke what was supposed to be an intimidating sentence. 
He nodded, “I think I’d like to.” 
You didn’t respond and instead tried to focus back into your safe world of exhaustion and exhilaration. You managed to reach the front of the school and practically collapsed.
“Are you okay?” Cedric asked his hand landing lightly on your shoulder. 
Shoving it off you nodded, “I’m going to get water before I pass out.” you heaved, “Feel free to continue your workout, Diggory.”
“Alright, I’ll see you-” the door shut in his face, “-later.”
Your exhaustion kept you from ripping off the heads a group of first-years who wanted your father’s autograph on your way to class. It faded as you made your way through transfiguration and potions. When dismissed you scrambled from the classroom at a quick pace, the last thing you wanted was to be late to Arithmancy again. Being publicly ridiculed once this week was plenty for you. 
You didn’t stop as your name was called behind you, shouldering through a group of students who shot you glares. You heard it again the same voice, closer now and you picked up the pace. 
Your shoulder was grabbed and you spun around with such force your bag fell from your shoulder. Quills and ink crashed to the ground and you swore loudly dropping to your knees to pick up the scattered supplies.
Cedric descended beside you helping gather your things. You snatched them from his hands before he offered and continuted down the hall without even a glance in his direction. His long strides brought him to your side. 
“You don’t have to worry about being late you know.” He offered you stayed unresponsive. “You’ve still got 6 minutes till class.”
You let out a bothered sigh, “Well if I’m stopped then those minutes go fast.” 
Cedric frowned, “Stopped?”
“Yep. It’s always like this at the beginning of the year. The first-years slowly find out who my parents are and want autographs or pictures as if it’s somehow my responsibility to serve them.” Your voice slowly filled with annoyance like a balloon expanding with air, “It’s irritating.”
The boy beside you furrowed his brows, “I can imagine.”
As if on queue a young girl trotted up to you stopping you in your tracks.
“You’re y/n y/l/n right?” Before you could answer she continued, “I was wondering if I could have an autograph from your mother, I saw her in a movie when I was six and I-”
“I’m really sorry but we have to get to class,” Cedric spoke, cutting off the bob child. 
Her eyes widened a bit, “Oh sorry, um bye then.” 
You gave a half-hearted wave before glancing at the boy beside you, “Thanks.”
He grinned, “It’s no problem.” 
Neither of you noticed the eyes which followed you down the hall. 
The Weasley twins had a special talent when it came to being bothersome. And they were sure to use it to their full potential, making a point to leave no one out of their troubles. You included. You didn’t know them all too well but after their offer to buy autographs from you and them sell them for a profit they had always stuck in your head. 
“Ah, but if it isn’t my favorite celebrity.” Fred grinned his arm draping around your shoulder before being quickly shoved off. 
“Well if it isn’t my least favorite red-head.” You respond attempting to return to the open textbook in front of you. 
“It’s only natural that you like me more than him.” George grinned sitting beside you.
“Nah, you’re tied for last.” You mumbled scribbling down notes on a messy roll of parchment. 
The younger twin frowned, “Are you sure I’m not beating him?” 
You looked up at him amusement etched into your features, “Positive.”
Fred popped some of the jelly slugs sitting beside you into his mouth, chewing obnoxiously loud. “So you and Diggory huh?”
You stiffened, glancing up at him. 
“I didn’t think he was your type.” George grinned catching one of the candies in his mouth as his twin tossed it over your head. 
You scrunched your nose, “What?” 
“Oh come on y/l/n, don’t be coy.” 
“No reason to be shy, we all know you and the Hufflepuff prince are boning.” the younger giggled. 
Your mouth went dry, “What did you just say?” 
Fred hummed, “Wow you’re better at acting than I thought, I guess you take after your mother.”
“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about.” You sputtered.
“Wait really?” 
You nodded.
“So you and Cedric aren’t dating?” 
You scoffed, “God no, where in hell did you get that idea?”
The reflections shot glances at each other. 
“The whole school thinks you are,” George stated plainly.
You slammed your textbook shut in a vicious snap, eyes from around the library drawing towards you. “That fucker.” You hissed and in a second you were on your feet.
You didn’t have to look very long to find the brunette. He was only a few corridors form the library a small group of people huddled with him. 
“Diggory!” Your voice cut the pleasant atmosphere in two.
“Oh hey y/n, I was just looking fo-” Before his sentence could be finished you had snatched him by the tie and began dragging him behind you. 
A series of whistles and calls followed you around the corner where you slammed open a door and shoved him into a small closet. 
“Y/n whats are you doing?” He asked loosening his tie which you had unintentionally sinched around his neck. 
Your hands met his shoulders pushing him back as hard as you could manage. Cedric stumbled, his back hitting the door with a thunk.
“You asshole!” You spat leaning over him, “How dare you?”
Cedric was bewildered, the anger clear on your face in the dull lighting. Your breaths were heavy, the sharp scent of mint hitting him, “I’m sorry what?”
You sneered, “Don’t you dare lie to me Diggory. I know what you did.” You had grabbed his tie again, forcing him to lower his head to meet your eyes. 
“What did I do?” He asked, his cheeks feeling unbearably hot from the close proximity. 
You scoffed, “I don’t know, how about telling the entire school we’re fucking dating?” 
Cedric frowned, “I didn’t tell anyone we were dating.” 
Now it was your turn to look baffled, “Then who did?” 
Before your question could be answered you were falling forward, the door opening the two of you tumbling out into the sudden overwhelming brightness. You screwed your eyes shut in response, your ears catching the sound of laughter and whistles. You were brought your senses abruptly, the crowd gathered around you giggling behind their hands. 
“Damn Cedric, I thought you were classier than a quickie in a closet.” Someone snickered.
You lept off the boy you had been straddling moments before your cheeks burning from embarrassment. Cedric sat up, his own face tinged red as he glared at the Hufflepuff which had spoken. 
You shoved your way through the crowd wishing the earth would open up and let you fall into its core. Or at least those gathered around you. 
“Wait y/n!” 
You didn’t turn instead holding your middle finger in the air, making sure the entirety of the group could see it before you disappeared from sight. By the time Cedric was able to push his way through the crowd to where you had turned you were gone. He cussed letting his head fall into his hands. 
Cedric didn’t see you the entirety of the weekend. You weren’t in the hall for meals or out in the cooling September air where many students were finding refuge. Your absence was annoying, the thoughts of your breath fanning over the bridge of his nose, chest pressed into his only worsening the harbored feelings he had buried. Rumors of your relationship continuted to circulate, the scene caused a few days before morphing into lewd stories which made his cheeks bloom with roses. He felt partially responsible for the trouble caused for you, his friends were some of the most active in the gossip. 
Cedric knew it was only a matter of time before you would be forced to converse with him. You would never skip a class.
You appeared in potions Monday and managed to convince Snape to let you leave five minutes earlier than the rest of the class. There was no escaping assigned seats in Arithmancy. Or so Cedric thought. You had used your extra time to swap seats with another student now all he could do was bore holes into the back of your styled hair from four seats back. You didn’t even give him a chance during meals, eating quickly or simply never appearing, a girl you were with frequently taking a plate with her as she left instead. 
It was aggravating. He knew that both of you barley qualified as acquaintances but having the small amount of progress he had made in your relationship ripped from him less than a week in was cruel. 
Cedric was more persistent than you intended him to be. You didn’t quite understand why, you hardly knew each other. Yet he tried to corner you in hallways and stop you in classes. You supposed he probably felt guilty. You almost felt bad for avoiding him. 
When he wasn’t present in potions you assumed him sick or skipping. So you didn’t find the need to leave early or rush from the room. You should have known it was a trick. The second you left the room you were trapped, Cedric stood directly in front of you his gaze almost daring you to run. 
You sighed rolling your eyes, “Ok fine. You got me.”
“Can we talk?” He asked his hands stuffed into his robe pockets.
“Aren’t we all ready?” You challenged.
He shook his head softly, “Please?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” You huffed. 
“It will take thirty seconds.” 
Your eyes narrowed, you knew it would take longer but your curiosity was killing you, what could he possibly have to say? Your money was on some useless apology.
“Fine.” 
You were lead deeper into the dungeons beginning to suspect he was going to murder you where your screams couldn’t be heard until he came to a stop in some far away corridor. 
You crossed your arms tapping your foot impatiently, “Well?”
Cedric felt that unfamiliar twist in his stomach as he looked down at you, his hand scratching at the back of his neck, “Well I wanted to say sorry.” 
You sneered at this, “Are you serious? If this what you dragged me here for then you can just tell your friends that they are dumbasses with no life of their own so they have to stick their nose in other peoples to stay entertained and leave.” 
The Hufflepuff was taken aback, “Oh no that’s not it, umm, you, I mean I have-”
“Spit it out Diggory,” you demanded. 
He nodded, “Right, uh I like you y/n.”
Your eyes shot wide.
“And I was just wondering if you would let me take you out.” He finished feeling better now that the words had been spoken. The moment was ruined quickly. 
“No.” Your answer was plain.
“Oh.” Cedric wasn’t sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t that. 
You sighed, the boy’s face now deflated like a sad puppy. The odd feeling of guilt settled in your stomach, “It’s not because of you.” You assured him, “I mean your talented and hot and nice and everything, it’s just I don’t want to deal with all the shit.” 
His cheeks flushed at the complaint but his lips twitched into a frown, “What shit?”
“Ya know.” You spoke gesturing around you, “Your friends and the rumors and everything. I’ve already got enough on my plate, I don’t need anymore.”
Cedric nodded, understanding, “Then give me a chance.” 
You hummed a question.
“The astronomy tower tomorrow night, meet me there after curfew and let me prove I’m worth it,” he explained.
You blinked owlishly at him, head tilted slightly to the side, “Seriously?” 
“Yeah. One date, no commitment, if you don’t like it can go back to ignoring me and no one will know.” 
His offer was tempting. The way his eyes glimmered with hope only making it more enticing. So you gave in, “Alright.” 
A smile stretched his lips, “Really?” 
You shrugged, “Why not?” 
“You won’t regret it.” 
Part of you already knew that. 
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stunudo · 6 years
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BAU Prep School AU
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Welcome to the Frederick Buchanan Institute located in scenic Quantico, Virginia, a senior high academy that shapes the best and brightest minds. Its motto is “Behavior, Analysis, Unity,” the mascot the Submariners, colloquially “the Unsubs”. The small school supports the most accomplished faculty from across the country. 
Feb. 11, 2017 8:49pm Winter Formal
The entire room had frozen around her, the music a distant throbbing as her eyes fell on the pair. Lizzie didn’t know what to do, she wanted to scream at him, call him out in front of everyone. She needed to run. The traitorous tears had started falling before time returned to her. Her corsage scratched against her cheek as she tried to brush away the downpour. She wrenched it from her wrist and dropped it as if it had grown arms and legs that had somehow offended her.
“Typical, Lizzie, of course no one is your friend for you,” She berated herself. “He just wanted to get into the fancy school dance, wanted to flirt with all the rich girls.” She didn’t know where she was going, but she was marching out of the gymnasium with a zeal that would have impressed the Speed Walking team, if the school had such a thing. She was muttering under her breath when Nurse Callahan stopped her.
“Whoa there, where’s the fire?” She asked jokingly, until she saw the state of the young woman. “Lizzie, is everything alright?”
“Yep, fine, Nurse Callahan,” Lizzie sniffed back the tears and postured her bare shoulders. Kate couldn’t remember the last time Lizzie had worn makeup, this was a special night for her and something had wrecked that.
“Do you need an escape plan?” She asked knowingly, tossing her arm over the girl’s shoulder, conspiratorially. “Because, I will have you know, that my office is a perfect place to hide from life or, bad dates?” She guessed.
“It wasn’t even supposed to be a date, the only way I got him to come was in a group.” Lizzie admitted. “Why are boys so shallow, Ka- Mrs. Callahan?”
“They’re not all that way,” Kate squeezed her arm, despite the height difference Lizzie felt protected. “I know it’s hard, but everyone is so confused on what they want at your age. Find a guy who likes your fire more than he likes your body.”
“But what if I want him to like my body too?” Lizzie mumbled.
“In order for that to work, there’s gotta be trust. Don’t waste your time on people who can’t see all of you.” She grabbed the lanyard from her neck and unlocked the door. She held the door open for the burdened teenager and flipped the light switch.
“Take your time, I’ll check on you when the dance is wrapping up.” Kate made sure Lizzie was situated before turning to leave. “I’m serious, just yesterday Coach Jareau needed a break. That couch does wonders.”
“Thanks, Nurse Callahan.” Lizzie fell sideways and stared at the wall of quotes and baby animals.
Kate returned to chaperoning, letting Penelope know that Lizzie was in her office. Women understood the devastation of dance drama best. After a good, solid cry, Lizzie sat herself back up. She headed into the private bathroom to straighten out her face.
February 24, 2017 4:02pm Charlottesville, VA
The caravan of SUVs and minivans pulled into the assigned parking lot on the college campus. Zachary had fallen asleep, but one of his earbuds had fallen out allowing the rest of the car to listen to James Earl Jones’ voice reading from the Bible. Ms. Blake was appreciating the cadence and gusto as she clicked open her seat belt.
“We’re here,” Alex rolled her shoulders and started opening doors before ending at the rear hatch where the coolers were stored.
The teen-aged participants grumbled in their seats as they woke from their short naps. Six students had progressed to reach the State competition, blowing everyone away was little Zachary Henkle. Kimi Dalton, Sacha Kane, Trevor Malcolm, Amelia Turner and Jake Hernandez rounded out the little troupe.
Ms. Garcia bubbled over to their coordinator, leaving Dr. Reid in the passenger seat of her massive car. “Are we settling in or just taking a knee?” The be-dangled counselor asked, clearly picking up some sports lingo from her boyfriend.
“Well, er,” Alex started, scratching the back of her neck. “I think we have allotted tables inside the Center. They will be our base of operations for the weekend.”
“I brought signs and name tags,” Penelope explained. “This way we can keep track of everyone.” She opened her canvas bag showing off her eye-numbing neon signs.
“If you can get anyone to wear those, sure, Penelope.” Alex placated. “Didn’t Reid ride with you?”
“He’s finishing up the rule book, only had like fifty pages to go,” Penelope waved towards her car.
“Well, at least someone read it,” Alex muttered, shoving her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. “Un-subs! We will drop off our bags at the hotel later, for now let’s get situated outside the auditorium.”
The students tossed their luggage back in the trunks as they listened. The few parents that came along also respected the teacher’s authority and listened intently. The winter chill nipped at the poorly dressed students, hoodies and letter jackets hiding bunched fists.
“Dr. Reid and I are required to attend a supervisory orientation this evening. I trust you all, will listen to Ms. Garcia and the parents who came down early, while we are away. After that, you will have free time at the hotel until lights out at ten o’clock.”
“Ms. Blake?” Zachary’s hand caught her eye first. “If our parents aren’t here, do we have a shared room?”
“Yes, Zach,” Alex answered in her same booming voice. “Students may stay with their family members. Dr. Reid will supervise the boys’ room and Ms. Garcia will stay with the girls.”
“Good thing, Michel didn’t come.” Jake muttered to Kimi as the group started making their way across the parking lot.
“I’m pretty sure Ms. Garcia would have made sure they had their own room, Jake.”
“That’d be nice.” The boy admitted.
“Creating safe spaces isn’t easy, loves.” Ms. Garcia whispered to the pondering competitors. “Are you excited for tomorrow? I love a good debate, well, not really. I like winning debates. Does that count?”
The teens laughed, their guidance counselor loved to keep them entertained.
March 7, 2017 3:45pm
The pitch was still damp with the late winter rains, naked of chalk, gleaming in the fading light. JJ held her clipboard in front of her as she paced, waiting for the girls to change and meet her outside. A new season of soccer was underway, tryouts lasted two weeks, starting this afternoon. With her mind on the pool of players, JJ lined up the school’s balls in a daunting row. Thirty seven names were on the sign up sheet from outside her office, three were boys and four were mildly comedic and terribly immature imposters. She put out thirty three navy and white balls, to be safe.
She didn’t start the tryouts with a heated inspirational speech. She just explained her expectations for the day and kept the students moving. Twelve of the team from last spring had returned and another seven that had been cut had put themselves back out there for another round of scrutiny. The rest were new faces, freshman and sophomores that hadn’t tried out last year. JJ was impressed and slightly apprehensive about the large numbers. Cuts were hard, but necessary.
After an hour of warm ups, drills and sprints, JJ was ready to get down to business. She evenly divided the returning players with the new recruits, preparing them to scrimmage.
“Hannah, I want you to lead the Blue Squad and Camille I want you to lead the White Squad.” Coach JJ explained. “You have five minutes to set your line ups and I will whistle when we are set to start.”
The girls broke off into excited huddles as JJ sauntered over to her bag and camping chair. Seltzer water had become her best friend over the past month and she downed half a bottle while the players organized. Her features were pink in the late afternoon chill, she seemed to have lost what little meat there was on her face. She checked her watch, time to release the hounds.
“Un-subs!” Her voice sliced across the field. “To your positions. We will have a quick scrimmage. All players must be subbed in if they are not starting. Fifteen minute quarters, to ensure your captains are able to make those substitutions.”
She hiked to the center of the field, lined with orange cones as Anderson wouldn’t lay down the paint for a few more weeks. The whistle hovered over her lips, she eyed the forewords, nodding to the White Squad that they could call the coin in the air.
“Heads!” A chirping voice called out.
“Its tails, Blue Squad, choice?”
“Blue Squad will receive, Coach.” Little Cissy Howard parroted Hannah’s instructions.
“Very well, line up.” The whistle finally peeled into the gloaming.
March 8, 2017 7:22am
Coach Morgan was running behind, having left Penelope’s house later than normal. She was quite distracting in the morning and as she didn’t have a class full of students waiting on her first period; a terrible influence. He by-passed his usual stop in the main office and jogged down the corridor towards the gym and eventually, the weight room. Lifting in the morning was his favorite class, the students were too tired to be chatty and it got the bulk of the supervising out of the way. It didn’t hurt that he practically dictated his own schedule each year.
He slipped inside the locker room to change for class, always ready with a “go-bag”. As he rounded the corner he caught the hulking form of Andrew Heathridge bending over the bench. But he wasn’t tying up his trainers, his foot was bare and he had a syringe in his hand. Derek did a double take as the door finally closed, signalling his arrival.
The muscular boy stood up quickly tossing the needle into a corner of the lockers.
“Heathridge?” Coach reprimanded.
“Coach?” His voice startled, shame clouding his features for a moment before he reset his eyebrows.
“Do you want to tell me what I just saw?”
“No, sir.”
“You and I are going to have a talk after school, man.” The other weightlifters had started filing in behind the awestruck Coach. Andrew remained silent, but he rolled his eyes and went back to his sock and shoes. Derek Morgan was heartbroken.
March 10, 2017 9:37pm
“Alright, but remember that one time you tried to serve him store bought gelato and he nearly threw it back at you?” Alex was laughing so hard that the tears were collecting in her crow’s feet.
David Rossi nodded solemnly then shook his head, “I mean, I probably spent more on the stuff in the package than I do on ingredients, but Jason knew!”
Haley was laughing just as hard as Alex and Stan, Jordan’s husband. Aaron smirked as he sipped his bourbon. Chef Rossi had some of the old timers and the headmaster over for a dinner, letting the memories of Jason soothe over the rough way he was sent off.
“I remember him telling us, once, that his great uncle was an executive for some movie production company in Chicago?” Hotch asked Rossi for verification.
“Believe it or not, that wasn’t a lie. He has some old reels of Chaplin that he puts on sometimes.” Dave admitted. “God, what is he going to do with himself now?” Instinctively, his eyes wandered to Allie for an answer.
“Don’t look at me,” Alex teased. “I lost Jason and the house, remember.”
“You hated this house,” Dave shrugged.
Haley sensed some wine-fulled nostalgia changing the topic. “So what was Jason like, before, when he was married?”
“Night and day,” Jordan piped in. “He smiled, he was courteous. Still impulsive and perhaps even more reckless.”
“Before his wife left him, Jason was a decent guy, thriving on knowledge and sharing those discoveries.” Stan explained in a broad baritone.
“Has anyone heard from Stephen?” Hotch asked, cautiously.
“I get semi-regular updates. But nothing since,” Dave finished his glass. He stood making his way to the beverage cart he had in the sitting room. “Can I get anyone anything? I’m up.”
“Actually,” Aaron eyed his beautiful wife. “We should probably get going. The babysitter is waiting.”
Dave and Jordan shared a knowing smirk. “Uh-huh, sure.”
“Thank you so much for having us!” Haley stood enthusiastically hugging the old chef. “You really do have a nice house.”
“Mansion, but thank you, my dear.” Rossi teased. He shook Hotch’s hand at the door.
Jordan and Stan helped Alex clear the glasses before heading home. Alex sighed as she looked back at the circular drive illuminated like a beacon, a lonely castle in the night sky. She never really hated the house, it just held too many memories to live in it any longer. It was better to visit, rarely.
March 13, 2017 7:18am
Dr. Reid found Coach Morgan in the Main Office before school, his shoulders hunched in his FBI windbreaker. The inquisitive man didn’t know how he was going to explain his impulse to offer to help with an athlete, but something had put his feet in motion. Perhaps it was everything that had happened to students this school year, perhaps it was a distraction. Whatever it was, it wasn’t leaving Spencer Reid to sit by the wayside.
“Coach?” Spencer said, despite his croaking voice.
“Hey, Reid. What’s up?” Morgan’s full attention was now on Spencer.
“Listen, I heard, about young Mr. Heathridge,” Spencer began as Derek nodded. “I was wondering, maybe, if I could talk to him?”
“Uh, sure, I guess. But Reid, what exactly do you know about the situation that I don’t?”
“Though I am sure you are versed in the lasting effects of such doses, I may be able to appeal to him on a different level.”
“And what level is that?” Derek straightened his posture, eyeing the science teacher now.
“As an addict.” Spencer let it sink in. “Now, obviously I wasn’t taking steroids or performance enhancers, if, we are being generous. I have a problem with Dilaudid, which is like heroin. I know what its like to take something to make life easier.”
“Wow, man. How long have you been clean?”
“Three years, seven months and eighteen days.” Spencer said instantly.
“So right before you started teaching?” Derek said after a few moments of heavy silence.
“Pretty much.” Spencer waited.
“Does anybody know about this?” Derek asked gently.
“Hotch does, President Strauss, uh, found out, and I am sure some of the students do, or have guessed.”
“Let me think about it?” Derek answered finally. “I want to help Andrew, but I don’t want to leave you vulnerable, if it backfires.”
“Derek,” Spencer said, was this the first time he had used the coach’s first name? “I need to help. I can’t let another student falter, not when I could have done something.”
“Okay, man.” Derek smirked in admiration, patting Spencer robustly on the back.
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jaybeartodd · 6 years
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Colleagues Pt. 3/17 — Jason Todd x fem. reader
Y/N is struggling with this newly found information but decides to push it aside while things are going well. And maybe this Jason character isn’t as awful as he initially seemed...
Sorry this is so long! I was planning on making this two parts but I forgot to stop typing. Whoops. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and thank you for the amazing feedback! You guys have been fantastic!
Warnings: swearing and mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 1974
Tagging: @sarcasmismyfirstlove 
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17
It is sheer will and your hand supporting your chin that is at least keeping up the appearance of vitality as your professor lectures at the head of the classroom. After a quick digestion of the information discovered last night, you managed to hammer out a killer essay and get a whole 3 hours of sleep before having to wake up for your morning class. 
You are trying to focus on what the professor is saying by watching their mouth but all you can hear is the conversation between you and Nick.
It was after a long shift at your old job that you came home to Nick using the kitchen for actual cooking purposes. Throwing your bag down you eyed him wearily as he gave you happy smile from behind a steaming stove.
"Hey sis! I got us a real meal; steak and mashed potatoes.” 
You can't help but laugh at the absurdity of his appearance. He has his long purple hair tied up in a bun and your Batman apron tied around his body. 
“What did I tell you about buying that disgusting meat at the butcher down the road?” you ask leaning over the sizzling pan cautiously expecting the worst. 
“No sis. This is real steak from a real store,” his dimples flash seemingly innocent and the steak does look halfway decent. If you even liked steak.
“Nick,” you sigh grabbing at a headache forming from the thought of him getting into your cash again.  
“No, Y/N, look I swear it was all my own money. I didn't take a cent from your jar in the dresser. Cross my heart,” he gestures to his heart. Mental note; move jar. 
You let out a breath and look into his brown eyes full of pride. You see the little brother who would do this silly promise ritual years ago when hiding in your self-made fortresses. Before he lost his way. 
Finally giving in, you cross your heart in sync with him and he laughs kissing you on the cheek. After finishing up the cooking, you manage to have a decent dinner with him even if you push around the steak so he won't notice you not eating it. 
It is one of the best moments you have had with Nick since you had to move in with him after several of his stints in jail. But you can't help the question burning in the back of your head. 
“Where'd you get the money, Nickie?” you ask somberly. Instead of the guilt you are expecting you see his face beam.
“I got a job,” your eyes widen at this. The boy who hasn't held a job in years can suddenly afford steak with work he has never even mentioned applying for. 
“No really! I got a delivery job! It is with a Mr. Sionis and it makes enough money that you can stop worrying about me and start focusing on paying your school and I can finally start supporting Trey.”
You can't help but absorb the pure joy emanating from him. You hug him and enjoy the moment even though you know he could make all the money in the world but the mother of his child would never let him have anymore than the every other weekends he is getting. Not that you can blame her. She has a big house, nice husband and great career. Trey is a cute kid and deserves the best life possible, Even though you miss him dearly and you know it crushes Nick. 
This memory still rings fresh in your head as one of the better ones even though Nick went straight back to his binging within one week of work leaving you to pick up the essentials. At least he has somehow held the job and pays for his own alcohol now. You aren't blind to the effect the job has had on your brother and now your curiosity grows knowing who his boss is and even more now that Mr. Wayne seems interested in the guy despite him supposedly being in Arkham. 
You show up to your desk that night to find an invitation laying on it. Looking around you don't see anything out of the ordinary. Although, did you expect to see someone gazing above their respective cubicle laughing at a rather lame prank?
The Wayne logo is painted across the front of it and you open it to see an elegant flourish of details of a ball. It seems you are cordially invited to the annual Wayne Enterprise Ball. You can't help but feel a grin spread across your face. How very posh. You chuckle to yourself but you know you are excited at the chance of attending the most prized Gotham event.
You probably will not be the most lavish of the attendees considering your limited store options that pair nicely with your limited cash flow but hell you will feel damn beautiful. You clutch the invitation close to you before putting it into your bag unaware of the amused pair of eyes watching your reaction. 
“Jason, your attention would be appreciated.”
Jason sighs and pushes himself off the window he was observing you from. 
“Yeah yeah Bruce. You've got the fullest of my attention.”
The next two weeks go by fairly quickly, You managed to make it to break from school with only a couple of sleepless nights preparing for midterms. Nick hasn't had another binge since the night you found out the interesting tidbit about his new job. Troy had a great visit where we attempted to bake ending in a floury mess. All of this, plus your growing excitement for the ball tonight, has caused you to push the Sionis incident from your head for now. You really didn’t want to rock the boat while it was wading steadily for once.
Your rose red dress from a nearby thrift store illuminates your carefully illustrated makeup and your y/h/c piled on top of your head once you are ready to head to the ball. You lock the door behind you and can’t help but feel giddy.
Not only are you being handed the perfect opportunity to make fun of ridiculous people in one setting but you are being handed the perfect opportunity of meeting local newspaper hotshots who could be your road into journalism. 
Your heels from a lifetime ago that you dug from deep depths of your closet may look great but are not the ideal footwear for a hike to Wayne Manor so you made sure to save up for a taxi. Not your atypical classy but better than appearing with bloody feet and being mugged 67 times on the way there. 
The Wayne Manor is hard to miss even as you are a mile away. You find yourself dazzled by the vastness only seen previously by you on TV. Your taxi driver drops you off at an appropriate amount of distance so that you can walk.
You pass what you assume to be millions of dollars of jewelry and satins as you make your way towards the mansion. An older gentleman with a gentle face is checking invitations at the door. 
You hand him yours hoping not to seem too eager. He gives you a warm smile as you thank him. 
“Have a fantastic night Ms. Y/L/N.” his accented voice reads your name off the invitation. 
The inside continues to astonish you as you take in the riches you thought only existed in movies. You can't help but gawk at the amount of stairs. Why do rich people need so many stairs?
After grabbing a drink, you go in search of familiar faces. You greet a few of your coworkers but then your eye catches an editor for a major newspaper in Gotham. You wander over to the assorted foods and pretend to be interested in them when in actuality you are plotting the best way to introduce yourself. 
“You're staring,” a voice makes you jump and drop your plate you had began filling up.
Oh there's only one person that could be.
You turn around to find a smirking Jason Todd. He cleans up nice, you mentally note. He has a crisp, obviously expensive black suit on and his hair is semi tamed back with some gel. 
“Is this some weird hobby you have? Scaring the crap out of people so that they drop absolutely everything in their hands,” you bend down to grab the food but he holds out a hand and swiftly crouches and sweeps the crackers back onto the plate. He grins and offers the plate back but your only answer in return is a look of annoyance.
He shrugs and puts the plate back on the table. 
“So why are you staring at Mr. Prie?” he asks and you cross your arms.
“I'm not.” he hitches an eyebrow at this obvious lie,
“Yeah ok well since you aren't you probably don't want me to introduce you to him,” he challenges you with an amused look and his hands casually shoved into his pockets,
You contemplate your options. Ignoring Jason and hopefully keeping the clumsy at a normal rate. Or meeting the man that could possibly give you the job of your dreams.
“Fine, yes I would love to meet him. Could you please introduce me?” you grumble and this seems to feed the smirk.
“On one condition,” he says. 
“Listen pal I am not being blackmailed into a date-” 
“One dance. That's all I ask. One dance,”
You stare at him calculatingly.
“Is this how you usually get girls?”
“I usually don't work so hard,” you blush at this which amuses him.
“Fine, you weirdo. I will dance with you but first introduce me,” you give in.
He offers his arm with a boyish grin. You roll your eyes and stroll past him towards Mr. Prie. 
Jason does an impressive job of introducing you as a highly-valued employee and even compliments your character. Damn, this man can charm the pants off of anyone. Mr. Prie ends up offering you a personal tour of the paper, making you even more successful than you thought you'd be.
You manage to keep your calm professional look as you shake his hand but when you are out of earshot you punch Jason in the arm in excitement.
“A personal tour!” you rub your hand after punching a surprisingly thick mass of muscle.
Jason’s grin matches yours as you look up at him absolutely beaming.
“Thank you so much for your help,” you say genuinely. 
“Hey don't use your words to thank me,” you look at him questioningly as he does an obnoxious spin and offers his hand out to you, “Use dance.”
You chuckle at his dramatic voice.
“Yeah about that, I can't dance,” all of a sudden you are pulled into the dancefloor and you collide into Jason's firm chest.
“Nonsense,” he says and you shake your head.
He looks at you sympathetically, “Here just follow my lead.” His hand wraps around your waist drawing the breath from you while his other hand clasps yours. 
Placing your free hand on his shoulder, your feet follow his and after a few toe-steppings, you find yourselves falling into a natural movement. 
“I am really sorry I was so rude to you the first time we met. I'm not usually like that I promise,” you say breaking the silence.
His eyes twinkle bemused. 
“I think I am the one who should be apologizing. I was being a jackals.” he admits.
You nod your head. “Yeah, you're right. Forget what I said.”
He laughs a hearty sound and you can't help but enjoy the vibrations it sends through his chest. 
The night is turning out way better than you expected. But it can only last but so long.
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“I’m Weird”
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Series: Jughead Jones III
Relationship: Jughead x Reader
Warnings: Savagery
Word Count: 2,200+
A/N: I’m going to be posting Jughead/Riverdale Imagines (Mainly Jughead cause I’m not obsessed with Archie lmao) I will have separate series for Riverdale but Jughead Jones III is it’s own series
[Reader’s POV]
    Walking past the drive in you see a group of bikers chilling and talking. Your phone was telling you which way to go to school. The gravel crumbling underneath your combat boots as you walked. Turning your head to the side to check the street before walking across it. Retying the flannel around your hips you see more students pass by.
“She looks like she was spit out of a tumblr ad..”
“I heard that’s the new girl, she’s from the berkshires apparently from Williamstown..I hear she killed her pare-”
“Hey want to know something?” you ask the Ruby haired girl with spider leg like lashes. Her eyes narrow into slits at you scanning your appearance. The look of disgust was splashed on her pale face.
“What is it you basketcase?”her voice shrill and unappealing. Holding your sketchbook to your chest you smirk at her.
“Light travels faster than sound, thats why some people seem bright until they speak” her red painted lips parted in shock as you turn around and head into the building.
“You don’t know who you’re messing with psycho!” the girl shrieks making you laugh at her actions.
Walking down the hall to the information desk. Opening the door you see a woman sitting at her desk typing on a computer. She pushes her glasses back up her nose before smiling up at you. Waving slightly you set your bag down on the floor.
“Hello, I’m here for my tour with uhm.. Betty Cooper?” you ask more than say looking at the scribbled name on the coffee stained paper.
“Yes Ms. Cooper will be here in about ten minutes.. You can have a seat right outside the office” her eyes returning to her computer screen. Nails clacking against the keys quickly making your ears twinge from the sound. You hated the sound of keyboard keys clacking. Thankfully your Macbook keys were quieter than that old piece of junk.
   Opening the door you exit the office and take a seat down on the old brown bench. It creaked when you sat down making you fear it would break from it probably being ancient like the rest of this town. Picking your bag back up you sit down on the floor crossing your legs. Putting your headphones in you start playing music. Turning the cover of your sketchbook open you flip through your works.
   As you flipped through the pages you saw one drawing that could be fixed. Pulling the pencil that was tucking behind your ear. It was kept snug there by your maroon beanie. Pressing the graphite into the paper you drag the pencil down moving it back and forth softly. The bell rung making the halls fill with people. A girl with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail waves over at you.
“Hi! I’m so sorry I got here later than I expected.. I’m Betty and I’ll be guiding you around campus today” getting up off the ground your hand is taken in hers as she takes you down the hallway through the crowd. The whispers of people as they looked at you made you feel uneasy.
“You don’t have to pretend to be nice to me yah know..” taking your hand out of hers you stick hold your sketchbook close to you. Her blue eyes softening as she looked at you. Was it pity? If it was you absolutely hated it.
“I’m not pretending.. I know you would need a friend with all the awful people here talking about y-”
“Yeah they’re talking about me because people think I killed my parents… I came here because my God mom lives here and I’m a whisper of this town so far so please don’t look at me like that” tears formed in your eyes cause the thought of your parents panged your heart with grief. You still weren’t over their death.
“Hey Betty who’s this? Wait why is she about to cry? What did you do?” A raven haired girl with perfectly arched brows asks. Her eyes looked at you with concern as you felt more attention was being brought to you.
“I didn’t mean to make her cry V, she’s the new girl I told you about at Pop’s the other day with Juggie and Arch”
    Taking the opportunity of the flood of people surrounding the three of you. Veering off into the crowd you separate yourself from the Betty and the girl she called V. Looking at the time you pull out your schedule and see it’s time to eat. Thank god you were starving. Asking a teacher who was in the hall they instruct you on how to get to the cafeteria.
    Once you got your food you headed outside avoiding eye contact with people. The familiar red head bumps into you making you stumble and almost drop your tray. Her little minions beside her snickered at you. The girls heels click against the pavement as she gets face to face with you. Her perfume sweet and a tad strong almost inducing a migraine.
“I can’t believe you’re allowed to be here murderer.. My brother was murdered and now we have another murderer in Riverdale..” her tone was laced with venom as her eyes bore into your skin.
“I’d tell you to go to hell but I work there and I don’t want to see your ugly mug there believe me” you scoffed turning on your heels and walking down the steps. Laughter filled the air as the redhead let out a frustrated screech of annoyance.
   The leaves crunched underneath your feet as you walked over to a tree. Taking a seat down you set the tray making sure nothing fell. Turning your headphones on you sync them to your phone. Scrolling through your playlist you click on the playlist you want to listen to. As you ate you jammed along to your favorite songs. Drawing as you ate to keep yourself busy.
    Smoke filled your nose making it crinkle a bit. Closing your sketchbook you look up to see a guy leaning against the tree taking a drag from the cigarette. His hair seeming black rather than brown. A beanie on his head that almost looked like a crown. You froze when he looked down at you making you turn back to your sketchbook.
    A shadowy figure is in your peripheral vision making you look over slowly. The same guy you were staring at is now sitting on the ground next to you. An ‘S’ is on his shirt with a jean Levi jacket over the shirt. His eyes alluring as you looked at him. You take out an earbud and clicked the pause button on your headphones.
“Uhm.. hi” you wave slightly with an awkward smile. Situations like this you’re awful and awkward.
“I’m Jughead Jones.. I heard about you coming to town” he sticks out his hand to shake yours as you look at it.
“I’m weird” you grab his hand then your eyes get wide realizing you didn’t say your name but said you’re weird. WAY TO GO.
“Well Weird, I think we’ll get along just fine.. Want to know why?” his smile making your heart beat a bit faster.
“Why would we get along just fine Jughead?” you ask looking at him with a quirked brow. A small smile tugging at your lips.
“The reason is…” he does a come hither gesture with his finger making you lean forward. His face lowers towards yours. The side of his face is next to yours, so close you could hear shallow breathing.
“Because I’m weird too” Jughead’s voice making a chill run down your spine. The smile you were suppressing was in full effect now.
“So I saw you take on the Fire Queen over there” he points behind him a chuckle leaving his lips.
“She won’t be able to handle me” you laugh rolling your eyes remembering how angry she looked. She was literally Satan but you’ve had your fair share of running into multiple devils.
“No ones has stood up to Cheryl since Veronica came to town, you’re a breathe of fresh air because she thought she was going to continue being Queen around here..”
“Cheryl huh.. I think my God mom warned me about her this morning” laughing at the irony how she warned you but knowing you could handle yourself just fine. Ever since your parents were murdered your God mom thought you would have a nervous breakdown or something.
“Don’t let her get to you,she either talks about her twin being murdered or her twitter handle” A cough makes you look up to see a red haired jock looking down at the two of you. Jocks were stereotypical and like most of them you hated them.
“Arch what’s up dude, I’m just chatting with my new friend weird” Jughead winks over at you making your cheeks tint slightly. Looking away you gaze down at your vans, noticing you need to wash your laces.
“I was trying to help B and V find her, she’s not hard to notice” his remark making you look up at him. A retort was about to leave your lips till the redhead smiles at you. The smile so white it could make a girl swoon. You, not so much.
“It’s refreshing seeing style like this here in Riverdale, kind of reminds me of you Jug.. I’m Archie Andrews by the way” he sticks out his hand as you shake it giving him a small smile. A guitar case in his other hand making you question why a jock had a guitar case.
    Before you could say anything the bell cuts the conversation. Sighing you grab your stuff and shove it into your bag. Slinging it over your shoulder you take your tray and set it on top of the trash bin. A pile of trays were already up there piling up. Jughead looked over at you before saying something to Archie. The distance between you and them made it inaudible for you to hear anything they were saying.
“C’mon I’ll give you a tour of a lifetime” Jughead bends his arm waiting for you to slip your arm inside. Giggling you slip your arm through his and the two of you walk towards the campus.
“How bout after this I take you to the drive in to show you the greatness that’s still left in Riverdale..”
“I would love that Jughead, thank you” you smile up at him making his cheeks tint slightly. Looking away from him you bite your lower lip. A stupid smile fighting its way onto your lips.
“I’ll play you one of my faves, I hope you like classic movies” looking back up at Jug you grin, how could you not like classics… They’re classics for a reason.
“I love classics, whoever doesn’t know what they’re missing out on” the two of you walked together earning looks from people as you passed by.
“Where have you been all my life” his laughter sounding so good to your ears. A fluttering happens in your chest making you question everything. Why were you feeling this way around him..
   As the day went along you two wandered the outskirts of campus as he pointed to cool hangout spots. You learned where the best spots were for shade. He gave you a brief history of the town. The two of you got off topic every so often asking each other questions. Everything felt so great and after everything that’s happened in the last few months it felt too perfect.
Too perfect.
“Look it’s Wednesday Addams and the murderer” an asian jock comes walking up to the two of you. Jughead lets go of your arm stepping in front of you.
“You don’t know anything about her” he defends glaring up at the tall football player. People started staring making your anxiety rise.
“Obviously you don’t know her at all.. She’s a cold blooded killer and escaped to Riverdale to get away isn’t that right?” His towering figure leans down grinning at you.
“Reggie, Zombies eat brains.. So you’re safe” Jughead pushes Reggie away making him stumble back.
“Touch him and you’ll regret it” holding your pencil in your hand gripping it tightly. You were now standing in front of Jughead, chest heaving up and down. A fight or flight instinct flooded your system and you were ready to protect Jug.
“Alright Lizzie Borden I won’t forget this.. Watch your back freak” Reggie spits making it land by your feet. Rolling your eyes flipping him off as he walks away with the group of people. You knew this school was going to be difficult.
“Don’t do that again.. You don’t know them like I do” Jug turns to you so now the two of you are face to face. You rolled your eyes because you can handle defending yourself and him. You’ve done it in the past, why do you have to stop now?
“I didn’t want him to hurt you Jughead.. not because of me either, not again” silence surrounded the two of you as reality sank in. Danger follows you everywhere you go and you didn’t want him to get hurt next.
You hate being the cause of pain.
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mazarinrouge · 7 years
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BS Bending in TLOK
Watching The Legend of Korra is so disappointing in a lot of different ways. So if you ignore the plot, you’d expect at least some good action scenes with the effort and consistency from the old show. Ehhhh. The bending in LOK is strikingly idiotic and a degradation of the gem from the old show. Maybe if I weren’t comparing it to The Last Airbender, I wouldn’t mind it. But the fact it is so blatantly off from its predecessor makes for another highlight of Korra that I can’t un-see. From how elements are manipulated to even more complex shit with specific kinds of ~special people bending~, Korra, if I can put this politely, fucks everything up.
Right from the start you can tell that Korra definitely dumbed down the movements of the characters. It’s odd because the martial arts expert from Avatar worked on Korra as well. However, he only worked on 22 episodes of Korra, compare that with his 61 episodes guided in The Last Airbender. It’s probably a mix of Kisu’s lack of involvement, and an overall decision from the writers that maybe it wasn’t as important? Which is sad, because it really disassociates the audience from the complex spirituality and intricacies of the world. Styles benders seem to have spent years mastering are lost, and replaced with a modern, boxing type “PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH!!!” Hollywood action situation. Here’s some pretty (MS PAINT) pictures to do the talking for me.
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If the simplification of normal bending hasn’t gotten to you, there’s still a lot more I have to sift through. There’s so much shit pointing to how bending’s complexity was reduced for coooool moments. I’m even going to make nice little subheaders.
Lavabending 
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So, in ATLA we see lavabending is a feat only the Avatars are capable of. Roku does it, Kyoshi does it. Avatar cool kids only. But then in Book Three, Bolin suddenly has the ability to lavabend at the tip of the hat. Which, by the way, is another thing stupidly prevalent throughout this series. Both Korra and Bolin in times of crisis suddenly have the ability to do things they couldn’t do, but really wished they could’ve. Hooow convenient.
So the discrepancy here is how Bolin can lavabend, and so can this random Earthbender guy, wouldn’t that mean all Earthbenders can? Metalbending makes sense, but lava is so hot it’s going to set stuff on fire. Technically, it counts as two elements, and has been confirmed as such by making it an Avatar-only thing in ATLA. But now these two random guys can just do this. Apparently it may even be easier than metalbending, which is also ridiculous. If lavabending is just bending the Earth to “go fast”, that’s a lot easier than metalbending because there’s more mass to bend. Just make it go zoom zoom and blamo everyone’s a lavabender.
Some people like to claim that because Bolin had an Earthbending dad and a Firebender mom, then that means he can control both elements to control lava. Which is dumb because then that would make him a fanfic-esque Dual Bender. And we really don’t need any of those. It’s never explained or justified, and is so different from the original show, it feels...sacrilegious. How dare you dishonor the lore. /s
BALD AIRBENDING MAN
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What’s his name?
I don’t really care, because he’s dumb too. I feel like I don’t have to elaborate, though. It should be pretty obvious. ~Harmonic Converge~ (weird af plot device) gave him airbending, and because he studied it before and read a book by an Airbender Lady, he’s a master at it now. His powers are so innate, he worked so little to get to where he is. Hell, he didn’t work at all.
Unless you want me to believe that all his days in prison, he anticipated becoming an airbender and practiced all the moves beforehand. Granted, there are no official moves anymore. I’m sure he’s experienced in reckless punching. That’s all you need to bend, right?
If he can read a book and be great at airbending, why can’t Korra. Why didn’t Aang read THREE books to go defeat Ozai. Aang just should’ve read Earthbending for Dummies. Then he could bend the entire world off its axis. And This Bald Guy can jump off a cliff after quoting some “deep airbending lore” and he can FLY. Not even propelled by anything or even (AGAIN I REITERATE) moving his arms to BEND the currents around him. He’s not flying. He’s floating. And floating characters have always seemed like pretty bad animation, seriously. He looks like a late-stage yuri on ice character. Super out of place, and moving oddly across an undefined plane.
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MAKO IN GENERAL
Mako does a couple things I’m not a big fan of. Ok, a lot of things. But in terms of bending, I have a few choice picks.
In Legend of Korra, lightning and its redirection has a lot less of an impact. Being electrocuted no longer hurts anyone unless the writers want us to feel bad for a character being hurt (usually Korra). But half of the time, it’s just there to look really COOL and not really do anything. This is proven by two things. Mako shoots lightning right on Amon at point blank, and Amon isn’t affected. The same is true for Mako. He HOLDS ON to the lightning and ISN’T AFFECTED AT ALL. Let me make another ATLA/LOK comparison.
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Zuko: Tries to redirect lightning, gaurding his torso so hopefully it doesn’t hit him. In the end it does and he’s pretty much out of the fight.
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Mako: Doesn’t even really care if he’s hit by the lightning at all. He holds on to it for a good few seconds, because it’s not like electrocution hurts or anything. Only after getting a REFRESHING SHOCK for a good bit does he decide to toss it back at the Robo Man.
Maybe this would make sense because Mako is supposed to be a cool, all-powerful Firebender. But then even that theory breaks down, because he can withstand the strongest forms of raw fuckin’ Bending Power from all elements, apparently.
He does another of these dumb moves when he’s being bloodbended by Amon. We see Amon being bloodbended, but he escapes the grip, and the audience assumes it’s because he’s a bloodbender. But then suddenly MAKO CAN DO IT TOO. What a great guy.
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Also Amon’s fine from this shock as well. And this kind of encompasses everything I’ve touched on. There’s Amon bending without moving, Mako having unrealistic powers never touched on before, and powers that are nerfed to all hell just to add ~drama~ in replace of actual sense.
TL;DR: LOK’s bending is saturated action filler written in for wish fulfillment, sacrifices old techniques and inner consistency for cool looking moves and scenarios, and shows a disappointing lack of passion or misunderstanding of the source material
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Lycanthropy Lab
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WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Female Wolf and Anthro Wolf TF With a mythological disease running rampant across the country, four college girls volunteer for a study that hopes to find a cure. However, nothing could have prepared them for the physical and mental changes they will go through under the light of the moon. This is a commissioned story for internmatt.
  Passing the sterile rooms and strange devices of the university’s research facility, Dr. Teld made his way towards the newly added wing of the experimentation lab. For years he had been trying to obtain funding for his pet project and the grey haired, bespectacled man was more than happy to finally have it. Sure, most of the funding had to go to paying off the test subjects, but he found it a small price for what he was about to achieve. Straightening his tie and pulling on his lab coat, he brushed his fingers through his beard and stepped into the next room.
   Waiting for Dr. Teld inside were four college women from the university. They were a unique bunch, doubtful that they had ever met one another before entering the lab that day. Regardless of their reason for being there, their cooperation was needed for the experiment to succeed. Clearing his voice, he stepped in front of the women and began.
   “Thank you all for joining this research program,” he said, gesturing towards his test subjects. “Just to be sure we are all on the same page, I’ll go over the purpose of this study. As you may have heard, the once thought mythological disease of Lycanthropy has been spreading across the country. The results have been as varied as the victims, but they all share some level of wolf traits that appear more frequent during a full moon. In hopes of finding a cure, you will be injected with the disease and monitored over the course of the lunar phase.” Digging into his lab coat, he pulled out a small notepad. “Before we begin, I would like to ask you all some questions.”
   Starting with the girl furthest to the left, Dr. Teld approached with pad in hand. She was a somewhat chubby woman, her grey sweatshirt and pants covering up a pudgy gut. Long strands of dull, black hair had to be constantly pushed out of the way of her wide-rimmed glasses. Despite her unimpressive appearance and pale skin, that didn’t take away from her enthusiastic smile as he approached her.
   “What is your name?”
   “My name is Joann Tabin. It is an honor to meet you Dr. Teld,” she proudly stated.
   “Oooh I love your energy Ms. Tabin. Tell me, why did you join this experiment?”
   “To join the famous Dr. Teld in helping cure a dangerous disease and be recorded in the history books,” she spouted, almost like she had spent hours rehearsing it in front of a mirror.
   “Excellent, I will appreciate your cooperation in the upcoming experiment,” he said, jotting down that her overenthusiasm may lead to skewed research results.
   Moving on to next woman in the lineup, Dr. Teld was blinded by the drastic comparison between her and Joann. Her skimpy, pink top and white short shorts left most of her dark skin exposed to emphasized her hourglass figure. Noticing his eyes start to wonder, the woman flung her curly brown hair behind her back to get his attention. Her face looked familiar to him, recalling seeing the woman in pictures from the party after the last big game.
   “I think I’ve heard of you before, but would you mind giving me your name?”
   “Kendra,” she said.
   “Your full name.”
   Kendra let out an annoyed sigh. “Kendra Sabre. There’s not many people that don’t know that name around campus.’
   “Indeed, this is just a formality. Tell me, why have you joined this study?”
   “Couple of my sorority sisters turned into werewolves and got a little too wild during the last party.”
   “I’m sorry to hear that.”
   Kendra shrugged her shoulders. “No one got hurt. Worst thing is the girls are still in police custody. Even if we don’t find a cure, the money should help with their legal fees.”
   “How noble,” he said, impressed by the party girl’s motivation. “I’ll make sure the funding goes towards your friends.”
   Dr. Teld turned away from Kendra and found himself staring into a pair of bright eyes and a gleaming smile. The woman in front of him had shoulder-length, black hair dyed with streaks of purple. Her baggy, beige shirt and a tan skirt were besmirched by a number of different paint stains. “I’m Yuki Hana,” she announced.
   “Right,” he replied, taking a few steps back to actually get a good look at her. “So why have you joined the study Ms. Hana?”
   “I’ve been in a bit of an art slump lately, so I’m hoping this will be my chance to get more in touch with my wild side. I’ll be using this as inspiration to flow into my paintings.”
   “Unorthodox, but I’m glad to have you regardless.”
   Approaching the last test subject, Dr. Teld was immediately impressed by her six-pack abs. They went along well with her toned arms and legs that befit the pair of red gym shorts and black tank top. Noticing how he was staring, she struck a pose to flex her muscles. Running a hand through her short, red hair, she couldn’t hide the smug smile on her freckled face.
   “Aren’t you the impressive specimen,” he said as she continued to pose. “What is your name?”
   “The name’s Donna Cloud,” she answered showing off her biceps. “Best athlete on campus.”
   “Hmm, I have heard of your name across campus as most wanted on the campus’s sports teams. What brings you to this study?”
   “The money of course.”
   Dr. Teld raised an eyebrow. “I also heard you were lucky enough to receive several athletic scholarships. Money shouldn’t be an issue for you. You must have some other reason.”
   Donna let her pose and smile drop. “Well…it’s kind of…”
   “Ms. Cloud, please tell me. It is imperative to the study that your intentions are-“
   “I want to get stronger,” she blurted out. “I heard about the party incident. Considering how wimpy those girls were before, I’m wondering if getting infected can strengthen my body even further.”
   Dr. Teld tapped his pen against the notepad. “That’s…one way to look at it, I suppose. Well, I hope the both of us get something out of this study then.”
   Walking back to the front of the room, Dr. Teld stored the notepad in his coat. “That should do for now. You’ll be asked more questions as the study continues. In just a moment, you will be injected with the Lycanthropy disease and escorted to your rooms where you will be staying for the duration of the experiment. I want to thank you all for joining the study and I can’t wait to see how you progress,” he said, unable to hide his sinister grin.
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   Joann was awoken by the sound of a blaring alarm. Studious as she was, she normally didn’t need the sudden wake up call. The reason she was having trouble getting out of bed was attributed to the starry night looking down on her from the skylight above. Rummaging for her glasses, she took a good look at the crescent moon. Alongside the other test subjects, she was expected to be awake during the peak hours of activity for Lycanthropy symptoms. Letting out a wide yawn, she tossed aside the covers to get up and start the day.
   Sliding her feet into a pair of slippers, Joann stepped outside of her room to see her fellow test subjects already awake. Using what little space had been allotted to them, Donna was doing laps along the hallway connecting their rooms together. Keeping herself to the side to avoid running into the tomboy, Joann slid down the hall towards their communal restroom. It worked up until she was nearly hit in the face by Kendra popping out of her room, still looking just as gorgeous as the day before even in a set of heart covered PJs.
   “Morning, I mean, evening Kendra,” Joann said.
   “Hey...Joann right?” she replied, scratching her head.
   “Yup, that’s me. Are you ready to start the first day of experimentation?”
   “Not really. Those sleeping pills they gave us did a number on my head.” Bending down, she grabbed the hem of her pants and pulled up to reveal numerous strands of leg hair. “All I really want to do is get to the bathroom and take care of these things. I swore I shaved right before we came here.”
   “I’m sorry, but we can’t do that,” Joann pointed out. “Dr. Teld said we weren’t allowed to do any kind of body modification or grooming here besides bathing. There can’t be any interference in the results.”
   “Right, I almost forgot,” she sighed, rolling her pant leg back down. “Thanks, they’d probably kick me out of the program if I shaved. Why don’t you have first run at the bathroom?”
   “Oh no, that’s not necessary,” Joann replied, shaking her head. “I don’t take much time to get ready in the morning anyway. You should go first.”
   “All the more reason you should go ahead of me.”
   Donna came to a screeching halt between the two girls. “Sorry to break it to you, but Yuki go first dibs. She’s been in there for a while too.”
   “I don’t mean to sound rude,” Joann began, “but…Yuki doesn’t strike me as the type of person who…you know…cares too much about their appearance.”
   “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that shirt she wore on the first day was about a week old,” Kendra bluntly added.
   “I’m just as confused as you two,” Donna shrugged. “But, she gets time to herself just like anyone should. Just hope she doesn’t take too long. I really need a shower after my morning workout.”
   Right on cue, the door to the bathroom swung open and the trio went silent. The woman that stepped out bared Yuki’s telltale hairdo of black and purple, but they couldn’t recall her having such thick fur running down her arms and legs. Her entire body was nude to better display her strange form in all its hairy glory, showing off the thicket of pubic hair covering her womanhood. Using her long nails, she combed through the tussles along her back, and underneath her arms, before scratching at the pair of pointed ears atop her scalp. Yuki’s drastic makeover was completed by the short, fluffy tail hanging between her legs. Her new appendage wagged furiously as she saw the surprised expressions of her fellow test subjects.
   “Yuki, why are you like that?” Kendra asked.
   “I tried to put on clothes this morning, but everything felt so itchy,” Yuki nonchalantly answered, as she scratched the fur on her butt. “I didn’t think it would matter much since we’re all women.”
   “No, she means why do you have...those?” Donna asked, gesturing towards Yuki’s ears and tail.
   “The disease of course,” Yuki replied, waving her tail back and forth. “Don’t tell me you already forgot those huge needles they stuck in us yesterday. My arm is still sore.”
   “You still shouldn’t be showing signs this early,” Joann pointed out.
   “I’ve always been a fast grower. Plus, I think I’m more in tune with my inner animal,” she said, thankfully out of range to hear Donna and Kendra groan in unison.
   “If that’s the case you should probably give a call to Dr. Teld on the intercom. He’ll want to hear about-“
   The doors to their private area opened to allow in several scientists in lab coats. Shuffling past the others girls, they surrounded Yuki on all sides. At the forefront was a blonde haired woman that grasped Yuki’s wrist.
   “Come with us Ms. Hana,” the woman said. “I’m Dr. Velsha, Dr. Teld’s research assistant. He needs to see you immediately to perform an in-depth examination.”
   “If you say so,” Yuki replied, taking Dr. Velsha’s hand and following her out the door. “Sorry for taking so long in the bathroom,” she called back to the other girls. “It’s open if anyone wants to use it.”
   Stepping aside to let the other scientists go through, Joann got a glimpse of Yuki’s backside. Unable to stop herself from staring, she watched her furry companion walk alongside the scientists, uncaring of who saw her bare breasts or butt. As far as Yuki seemed concerned, she was happy to be free from the restraints of normal life. This was most evident in her lack of clothing, that brought up a strange desire in Joann to follow in the eccentric’s girl’s footsteps.
   “So who want’s first?” Joann asked to shake the idea from her mind, as the doors closed behind Yuki’s entourage.
   “I’m still not done with my workout, so you two can have a go,” Donna said.
   “Guess it’s all yours then,” Kendra said, pushing Joann forward before she could protest.
   Shoved into the bathroom, Joann let out a sigh and accepted Kendra’s generosity. Approaching the mirror, she put aside her glasses, threw water on her face, and picked up her tooth brush. Opening her mouth, she paused as she noticed her canine teeth were sticking out further than usual. Moving closer to inspect her enlarged teeth she noticed tinges of gray sticking out of her hair. Wondering if the stress of school life was finally catching up to her, she couldn’t stop scratching at the errant strands to try and rid herself of them. Before she realized it, her hands moved to the rest of her body to deal with itching sensations sprouting up one after another.
   Curious and frustrated, Joann pulled back the sleeve of her shirt to see strands of grey hair sprouting from her arms. Stopping her constant scratching, she did the same for her pant leg. She indeed saw more of the grey body hair, but that wasn’t what got her attention. Further pulling up her pants, she got a good look at the grey hair clinging to her feet. Sitting on the ground, she pulled off her slippers and reached out to scratch the irritating strands.
   She stopped as her finger brushed up against an odd protrusion on the soles of her feet. Lifting up her leg, she noticed a series of pad-like protrusions lining the bottom of her feet. Prodding the pads, her toes twitched at the touch, proving their authenticity. Standing back up, she stepped up to the sink. Her next stop was going to be Dr. Teld’s examination room and she needed to figure out some way to make her frazzled look acceptable.
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   Itch, scratch, itch, scratch, itch, scratch. Repeating the same routine that she had been doing for the past three days, Joann finally gave up on sleep. Rolling out of bed, she instinctively reached for her glasses to look through her moon-lit room. As she placed them on her face, she was met with a blurry mess of colors and shapes. Finally recalling that she didn’t need her glasses anymore, she left them by her nightstand and turned on the lights.
   Still a little groggy, it took her a moment to realize she was naked. Taking a quick look around, she noticed her pajamas strewn about the room. Thinking hard, she recalled tossing them off throughout the night, finding the once comforting garments like rusty, iron restraints. The lack of clothing let her get a good look at her flat stomach. In place of the fat she had gained through stress and lack of exercise, she could feel muscles similar to the ones spread across her entire body. In addition, her nails had grown out several inches to provide the perfect tools to aid with her itchy skin. They were some of the perks of her transformation, but she couldn’t say they were worth dealing with the other side effects.
   Very few stands of black were left in her veil of rugged grey hair that partially covered her black nose and yellow eyes. Scratching at the frayed strands, she managed to free her triangle shaped, furry ears. Her fingers moved to the thick hairs covering her arms and legs, with a few well-placed scratches going towards the bushel of grey surrounding her nether region. While she felt dirty for giving into her instincts to scratch, her wagging tail made it hard to hide how good it was to relieve herself.
   The thing that got her to ignore her constant itching was the newest addition to her body. While she was aware of the way her feet were morphing with each passing night, it didn’t dawn on her how far they had progressed until that evening. Her feet were almost completely void of human characteristics, covered in fur and mimicking a dog’s paws in shape. Sitting on her bed, she lifted up her leg to prod the pads underneath, to remind herself they were hers. She made note of the ferocious claws sticking out of her toes, a sign of what was to come for her hands. For the moment, she was thankful her fingernails were still dull enough to deal with her constant itching.
   After several minutes of scratching, her body calmed down enough to let her get on with her day. Collecting her discarded clothing, she attempted to slip them back on. As soon as the fabric rubbed up against her fur, the itching sensation came right back. Pulling the clothing off in an aggravated huff, she sat back down on the bed.
   Staring down at her bare flesh and fur, an idea that had been stirring in the back of her head for days came back in full force. For the duration of their stay, Yuki had seen fit to prance around the labs in only her birthday suit. Once the initial shock had worn off, the rest of the girls got accustomed to their unclothed companion. Not long after, Donna joined in too, considering it easier to wash herself off rather than change clothes after each work out. Joann and Kendra were the only two that still seemed concerned about showing some civility. That was going to end today.
   Leaving her clothes by the wayside, Joann stepped up to the door. Always self-conscious of her unassuming figure, she had always lived a quiet life devoid of any unnecessary attention. Even with the added athleticism of her new form, she considered what she was about to do akin to social life suicide. Taking a moment to look over the hair and muscles of her form, she repeated in her head that it was okay. Sucking in a deep breath, she stepped out into the hallway just in-time to run into Kendra.
   “I’m so sorry,” Joann said, about ready to run back into her room. “I’ll go back in, throw on some clothes, and-“
   Joann stopped herself as she realized that Kendra was naked. The popular girl’s lack of clothing made it all the more obvious how similar the two were in their transformation progress. Like Joann, she had thick fur covering her arms, legs, and groin, all matching the shade of dark brown as her mangy hair, pointy ears, and tail. While Kendra still towered over her in terms of height and curves, their toned arms and stomach were nearly identical in physique. Tearing her gaze away from Kendra’s bare breasts, Joann looked down to see a set of wolf paws where Kendra’s feet used to be.
   “You feeling okay?” Kendra asked, shaking Joann out of her daze.
   “Um, yeah, yeah. Why are you…you know?” she asked, waving her hand over Kendra.
   “Probably the same reason as you.” Seemingly without a care in the world, she reached below her waist and scratched at the fur around her womanhood. “I’ve been itching like crazy ever since the wolf stuff kicked in. Plus, it feels so unnatural wearing clothes. Like my entire body is screaming to be free. You know what I mean?”
   “Um…yeah, I think I do,” Joann hesitantly replied.
   To Joann’s relief, the door to their living quarters opened up to break the tension. In walked Yuki, her body completely covered in black fur from head to toe, save for her bright streaks of purple. The lower half of her legs were bent backwards to better match the shape of her long, paw-like feet. Her digitigrade legs had her entire form hunched over, but the bad posture did little to take away from her tail wagging back and forth. Waving goodbye to the scientists with her long claws, she turned to her companions. Upon seeing their states, she crouched down on all fours and started barreling towards them at full speed. Leaping over their heads, she landed a few feet behind them, her fangs bared in a wide smile.
   “Morning sleepy heads,” Yuki said, dashing up and ruffling up the hair on their heads. “I see you’ve finally decided to get in touch with your inner nature. Free from the confines of clothing.”
   “No, we’re just itchy,” Kendra protested, digging her nails into the hair underneath her arms.
   “You know in your heart and mind that’s not true.” Running up to a trembling Joann, she wrapped her huge paws around the shy girl’s tiny hands. “Don’t tell me you haven’t felt something inside of you. Something that’s aching to get back to the way you used to be. To fully give in to your animal instincts.”
   Kendra pulled Yuki back and stepped between them. “That’s enough. Can’t you see you’re scaring her?”
   “Sorry, I got a little carried away,” she said, scratching at her button nose. “Guess I’m a little wound up after my examination. I’ve been so energetic lately, makes me want join Donna in her workouts. Speaking of, have you seen her? She’s up next for the exam room.”
   “She’s still in her room,” Kendra answered, pointing towards the fit girl’s door.
   Bounding down the hall, Yuki came to a stop by digging her claws into the floor. Crawling up to the door, Yuki leaned back her head and let out a low howl. The sound was unsettling to Joann and Kendra, but it did the trick of getting Donna to come out.
   Stepping out of her room, Donna stood out among the group as the most normal looking one. Despite every inch of her skin being on display, only the thin wisps of hair could be seen along her arms, down her legs, and making up a bristly patch around her womanhood. There were no signs of pointed ears, a tail, or even padding on her feet. The only thing that looked remotely wolf-like were a pair of sharp fangs she bared as she came out of the room. Upon seeing Yuki sitting patiently at her door, she let out a sigh and calmed down.
   “Morning Donna,” Yuki said, standing back up to ruffle Donna’s hair like the others. “The lab people want to see you for your examination.”
   “Why? Not like I’ve changed much,” she sighed, comparing her once impressive muscles to Kendra and Joann’s Amazon-like bodies.
   “You just might be a late bloomer,” Yuki said, wrapping her arms around Donna. “Sure, you don’t have a tail or paws, but you’ve got the same cute bush as the rest of us,” she said, pointing towards Donna’s groin. “I’m sure you’ll be springing up at a moment’s notice.”
   “Yeah, you’re probably right,” she replied, showing a small smile. “Mind coming with me to the lab?”
   “Gladly,” Yuki replied with a toothy grin and rapidly wagging her tail. Locking arms together, the two made their way to the lab. While it was great to see Yuki lift up Donna’s mood, Joann was once again left alone with Kendra.
   “You, um…notice how Yuki walked,” Joann blurted out to try and make conversation.
   “What?”
   “How she was walking on all fours I mean.”
   “Yeah, that was pretty strange,” Kendra commented, scratching the hair under her chin. “Can’t say it’s not fitting considering what she looks like.”
   “Do you think…we should do the same?” Joann threw out, preparing to be shunned.
   “Sure, worth a shot,” Kendra shrugged, much to Joann’s surprise.
   “R-really?”
   “Only if you do it too though,” she said, already getting down on the floor.
   “I-I don’t-“
   “Come on, let’s have a race. Should be fun.”
   Taking another deep breath, Joann crouched low to the floor and got on her hands and feet. As awkward as the position was, something in the back of her head assured her this was how she was supposed to be. The real problem was that her four-legged position put her head at level with Kendra’s tail lazily swinging across her perfect rear.
   “We should probably give it a test run,” Joann quickly said, turning her head away from Kendra’s posterior for fear of her blushing face be seen. “For science and all that.”
   “Race you to the bathroom for first dibs!” Kendra shouted out before bolting down the hall.
   Fear and anxiety washed away by the thought of Kendra hogging the bathroom, Joann went running after her. Halfway down the hall, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling. The feeling of air running through her fur was enough to make her forget her anxiety. Putting her entire body into it, she ran faster and faster, her tail wagging rapidly behind her. She came to a screeching halt right in front of the bathroom door, panting heavily.
   Joann turned to her side, expecting to see Kendra already reaching for the door. However, she was left by herself, with the sound of heavy breathing approaching her.Turning, she saw Kendra trying her best to stop herself, but to no avail. Sliding across the floor, Kendra went flying into her. The impact left them both pushed against the door, their bodies intertwined with one another.
   “Guess you beat me,” Kendra said, seemingly unaffected by the fact her head was resting between Joann’s legs.
   “Even after you got a head start too,” Joann replied, her adrenaline overcoming her own awkwardness.
   “Bathroom is all yours then,” she admitted, standing up and lending Joann a hand. “In the meantime, I’ll do a few laps around the room. See if all that exercise stuff Donna was talking about might help me get used to this.”
   With a quick wave, Kendra went running down the hall again. Joann lingered by the door to watch her fellow test subject prance around the room. She yearned to join in the fun, to fully give into the voice in the back of her head. More importantly, she wanted to spend more time with Kendra. Telling herself she could play more once she was done, she slipped inside the bathroom.
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  Standing outside of the test subjects’ door, the group of scientists did a quick head count. Checking their various stun guns and pepper spray bottles, they made sure they were ready for whatever they would find inside. Between going over their mission, they all kept glancing out the window to see the waxing moon outside. After checking with the rest of her group, Dr. Velsha gave the signal and knocked on the door.
  A deep howl reverberated from inside the chamber, sending a chill down the scientists’ spines. The tension was broken as they heard the sound of a woman clearing her throat on the other side. “Who is it?”
   “The science team,” Dr. Velsha answered. “We’re here for- “
   “Oh right! Come on in.”
   Signaling the others to stay close, Dr. Velsha typed in the code on the door’s keypad. The entrance to the test chamber opened to reveal something resembling a bipedal, black wolf. It had the telltale ears, tail, and pawed feet, but they found it odd that its claws were attached to human-like hands. Even stranger was the pair of fur covered feminine breasts on its chest along with the bright streaks of purple hair covering part of its face. Pushing aside the abnormally colored locks, the wolf woman used her snout to sniff at the new arrivals. Identifying them as the nice people that had made her what she was, she bared a friendly smile with her fangs and swished her long tail along the ground.
   “Ms. Hana?” Dr. Velsha asked.
   “In the flesh, I mean, fur,” Yuki answered.
   “Where are the others?”
   “In their rooms. Come on, I’ll bring you to them.”
   Before Dr. Velsha could speak, Yuki got on all fours and started running down the hall. While half of the team stared in awe, the others recorded every bit of information they could get from her bestial gait. Getting the group’s attention with a snap of her fingers, Dr. Velsha ordered them to follow Yuki inside.
   The once sterile hallway was now littered with piles of different colored hair and torn up furniture. Along the smooth walls, deep gashes could be seen where the test subjects had practiced using their vicious claws. Discarded feeding plates were piled up on one side of the room, not a single drop left behind from the girls’ meals of raw steak. Most concerning of all, was the fact that all of the doors had been ripped off their hinges. Having gone over the video feed several times over, the group still found it hard to believe that someone like Yuki would do something so violent.
   “Excuse me, Ms. Hana,” Dr. Velsha spoke.
   “Yeah?” Yuki answered, sitting by one of the open rooms and freely scratching her groin.
   “Why did you remove the doors?”
   “Oh, so Joann and Kendra could get around. Can’t exactly turn doorknobs the way they are now.”
   “That makes sense for their living quarters and the bathroom, but why did you do the same to Ms. Cloud’s and your own?”
   Yuki scratched behind her ear. “Because we’re a pack.”
   “A pack?” Dr. Velsha asked over the sound of pens rapidly writing on notepads.
   “Yeah. After all we’ve been through, we’ve grown a spiritual bond between one another. Especially Kendra and Joann.”
   “How so?”
   Yuki got up on her hind legs and put her hand on the doorway. “It’ll be easier to show you. Come take a look.”
  Following the wolf girl’s sign, the group peeked into the room. Only the light of the moon above illuminated the area, but it was enough to survey the chaotic mess. The furniture was strewn about the room, covered in claw marks and hair. The torn remnants of various clothing items covered the floor, left as nothing more than chew toys. In the center of the room lay a pair of bare mattresses that matched the rest of the room’s look and wild smell. The reason for the drastic makeover became evident as the group saw the pair of grey and brown, furry lumps lying on top of one another.
   The sound of Yuki clicking her claws against the wall got the creatures to stir. Rising up on four legs, they opened up their muzzles to show off their fangs with wide yawns. Stretching out to rid themselves of their grogginess, gave the science team a perfect view of their various features. Between the ragged hair and snouts, they could see the faint cheek structure of what remained of their human faces. What were once arms had bent and twisted to match the pair of digitigrade legs on their lower half, complete with four-toed paws where their hands and feet used to be. As the wolves climbed off the mattress, what remained of their feminine breasts hung tightly to their underbellies. Patches of bare skin could still be could be seen scattered around their forms, helping the scientists identify who they were.
   Taking a deep breath, Dr. Velsha once again stepped forward. “Ms. Tabin? Ms. Sabre?”
   Kendra the brown wolf let out a series of growls before slowly opening its maw. “That…us.”
   “Are you having trouble speaking?”
  “No,” Joann added. “Just…hard…talk…human. Can…wolf…easy.” Turning her head towards Kendra, she let out a stream of bestial growls and grunts. Getting a quick bark from Kendra, she turned back to the scientists. “Why…here?”
   “We’ve come to escort you to the examination room. Dr. Teld has some important information regarding how we’re going to handle the full moon tomorrow. However, we need all of you together before we can begin. Where is Ms. Cloud?”
   “Behind…you,” Kendra growled out.
   The group turned on their heels and prepared for a vicious creature that spit in the face of nature itself. Instead, they were met with a woman that looked like she had put on a cheap Halloween costume. The pointed ears on her head and the small tail between her legs were the only signs of anything wolf-like. Everything else from the enlarged canines, body hair covering her arms and legs, long nails on her fingers and toes, and the thick bush of pubic hair could have just been attributed to poor hygiene. Despite her lack of intrusive changes to her body, out of the four she seemed the most depressed.
   “Ms. Cloud, is everything alright?”
  “Yeaaaaaaah,” she sighed, pinching the biceps that hadn’t grown an inch since entering the lab. “Just…I don’t think you need me for the experiment. I must have a hell of an immune system.”
   “Possible, but it still warrants further research. You could be the key to perfecting the antidote. Regardless, we need you to stay for the duration of the study.”
   Letting out a huff, Donna stepped to the side to let the others pass. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.”
  “Awwww, don’t be so down on yourself,” Yuki said, eager to embrace her saddened friend in a hug. “You were a big help with getting this place ready for our new selves.”
   “You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” Donna dismissed, gently pulling out of Yuki’s arms. “I just watched while you ripped off the doors like it was nothing.”
   “Stop being so self-defeating,” Yuki replied, dragging Donna down the hallway without breaking a sweat. “Besides, we’re in this together, right girls?”
   Joann and Kendra replied with a pair of howls, before running after the others. Keeping a safe distance away, the scientists tried their best to keep up while recording any and all details about the test subjects. The menagerie of science and twisted nature traversed the halls of the lab until they came to the examination room. Once there, the girls were greeted by Dr. Teld, his smile brimming with intense interest in their transformations.
  “Good to see you all again,” Dr. Teld said as they lined up in front of him. “I must say, the results so far are looking good. We have a possible serum to reverse the changes, but we would prefer to administer it during the peak of your transformation. After your daily examination, you will be escorted to temporary living quarters that are devoid of any windows to the outside. This should prevent any unnecessary exposure to the full moon until we are prepared to deal with your final changes.”
   “We…stay…to…gether?” Joann growled out.
  “In separate rooms yes, but you’ll be in close proximity. I am aware of your developing pack mentality. Far be it from me to try and break your growing natural instincts.”
   “No,” Kendra barked, stepping next to Joann and nuzzling her neck. “We…close.”
  “I see,” Dr. Teld said, looking on with fascination as Joann playfully nipped at Kendra’s ear. “I’ll see what I can do to accommodate this…development. For now, let us move onto the usual tests. We need to prepare for tomorrow.”
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  The night had finally come and Dr. Teld couldn’t have been more excited. From the safety of the second floor observation room, he looked down on the four doors containing his precious test subjects. The skylight above showed a perfect full moon, beautiful and foreboding with its visage. Straightening his coat and adjusting his glasses, he approached the intercom.
   “I want to thank you all again for participating in this experiment,” he announced to the girls and lab assistants waiting below. “This final moon exposure has the highest probability for metamorphosis. We have taken the necessary precautions should anything unfortunate happens, but please listen to me carefully to avoid any unneeded danger. Does everyone understand?”
   The scientists below gave a thumbs up, followed by a series of eerie howls from the containment rooms.
  “Excellent, then we shall begin as planned. Ms. Hana, please come out of your room and stand directly underneath the skylight.”
  Letting the assistants unlock her door, Yuki strode out with her tail waving behind her. Following the doctor’s instructions, she stepped into the middle of the room and basked in the moon’s rays. As she closed her eyes and held out her arms, the staff got in position to record results and handle any violent outbursts.
   Considering Yuki’s appearance, it took a moment for anyone to notice her changes. The muscles beneath her thick fur bulked up even further, her form gaining several extra feet to tower over the lab assistants. The claws on her hands extended to match the increased size of her feet. Craning her neck to the sky, she let out a deep howl, her tail wagging rapidly as she embraced her werewolf self.
   “Ms. Hana, how do you feel?” Dr. Teld asked.
  “Amazing,” Yuki shouted back, wriggling her fingers and admiring her added muscles. Getting on all fours, she sped off across the room, bounding against walls with supernatural speed. While the scientists were shaken, none of them were hurt. The act showed the level of control Yuki had over her new form, even with the added size. Making a dead stop in the middle of the room, she flung back her purple bangs to shoot a toothy grin up at Dr. Teld.
   “Impressive to say the least,” Dr. Teld called down, rapidly writing down on his notepad. “I can’t help wondering if you would like to stay like that once the test is over.”
   “I’d love to, but it was already hard enough to get an exhibit with my purple hair,” Yuki called back. “But, I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime. Maybe when I get a break from touring my art show.”
  “I’ll definitely keep you in mind in-case we need any further testing. For now, please go back to your starting point so we can continue the exposures.”
   Giving a quick thumbs up, Yuki jumped back to her room’s doorway and waited.
   “For the next part, I would like Ms. Tabin and Ms. Sabre to come out together,” he announced, sending a shiver through the other scientists. “You two are very similar in your progression. To save time, I would like to see both of you undergo your transformation simultaneously.”
   “Rrrreally?” Joann growled out.
   “Yes, trust me,” he answered, thankful no one could see his wicked grin.
  Hesitating in hopes that the doctor would change his mind, the lab assistants slowly undid the locks on Joann and Kendra’s doors. As the doors swung open, the two wolfs girls walked out and stopped a few inches from the skylight. They whispered something between one another, comforting words to help them move forward. Giving each other a loving nuzzle, they stepped into the moonlight.
   Any patches of bare skin left were covered up as their fur grew thick and mangy. Their bodies lost any curves of their human forms, what was left of their breasts getting swallowed up by their hair. As the fur covered up their cheeks, their snouts elongated several extra inches to make way for their fangs growing sharper and jutting out of their mouths. Soaking up the moon’s energy, their bodies began to bulk up like Yuki’s had done beforehand. In a matter of seconds, the pair of wolves were twice their size, looking capable of tossing aside a bear without a second thought. While Kendra stopped at this point, Joann continued to grow until she was a few feet taller than her companion. The fact was not lost on the two of them, both of them sharing a playful nibble to celebrate their full transformation into wolves.
   “How do you feel?” Dr. Teld asked.
  Kendra opened her maw and let out a confused growl. Joann stepped forward and cleared her throat. She too opened her mouth, only to let out a series of barks and growls. Turning back to one another and then up to Dr. Teld, they did their best to shrug their shoulders.
   “What are you…oh, I suppose you’ve lost the ability to speak entirely. Is that correct?”
   The wolf girls nodded.
  “Unfortunate, but we can work around it. I’ll set you up with some simple yes or no questions later. For now, let’s move onto our final test subject.”
   Kendra and Joann took their leave to stand next to one another in the same doorway. With the wilder test subjects secured, the assistants let out a collective sigh of relief. The only thing left to do was to let out the less gifted of the quartet of test subjects. Unlocking the last door, the assistants stepped aside to let Donna out.
   Donna took her sweet time coming out, her enthusiasm from the start of the experiment completely gone. Slumping her way to the edge of the moonlight, she waited for the doctor to give the signal. Hearing the call, she stepped beneath the window and held out her arms like Yuki had done before. As she and the rest of the lab expected, nothing seemed to happen. After waiting five minutes underneath the skylight, she looked exactly the same. With her depression spread to the rest of the lab, Donna turned to trudge back to her room.
   Donna stopped in her tracks as she noticed a violent trembling take over her body. As she held her shaking hands up to her face, she watched the bristly hair across her body turn into thick, red fur that covered every inch of her skin. The sight of her muscles growing beneath the added hair, was enough to bring a smile to her face before it was turned into a muzzle. Falling onto her hands and feet, she dug her developing claws into the lab floor, leaving behind deep gashes. As her back arched and her tail straightened out, the smile turned into a snarl that showed off her dagger-like teeth. Growing with muscles and fur, she easily eclipsed Joann’s size and mass. When she finally stabilized, she was a towering beast of a wolf, only the red coloring of her hair evidence of who she was before.
   “Incredible,” Dr. Teld announced, his pen threatening to burn through his notepad as he scribbled notes. “I’ve never seen a reaction like this before. The lunar energy that’s been building up inside your body must have finally hit its breaking point. Please, tell me how you feel.”
  Donna turned her head towards Dr. Teld’s observation window. Locking her eyes with the man, she crouched low to the floor. With a savage roar, she leapt into the air and bounced against the glass. Unhurt, but shaken from the sudden attack, Dr. Teld held on to his desk to try and remain calm. Watching Donna recover from the impact, he rushed back to the intercom.
   “Everyone, it’s a code RL4!” he shouted over the speaker. “Her survival instincts have gone wild with her mind. She’s completely out of control. Evacuate the room immediately. We’ll sedate her later.”
   The other scientists wasted no time heeding Dr. Teld’s words. Abandoning their posts, they all dashed for the exit only to watch a flash of red leap over their heads. Donna landed right in front of the entrance and turned to face the terrified scientists. Baring her fangs, she dug her claws into the ground and snarled at them. She had them completely trapped and it was only a matter of time before she went on the attack.
  Slowly inching away from the door, the scientists nearly missed the other wolf girls run past them. Taking up a defensive stance between Donna and the assistants, Kendra, Joann, and Yuki, started to howl. As the haunting noise filled the lab, Donna’s growling slowly dissipated. Her tail lowered itself between her legs as she walked over to the others. Craning her neck up, she joined the three of them in their song, all signs of aggression completely gone.
   “What in the world is going on down there?” Dr. Teld asked.
  Yuki broke away from the group and walked up to the observation room. “Donna was just a little overwhelmed by her new self. The rest of us had time to adapt to the wild thoughts, plus we had one another in case it became too much.” Looking back over her shoulder, she grinned at the sound of her friends singing together. “She just needed a reminder that she isn’t alone.”
   “Do you think you can convince her to participate in a closer examination?” he asked, any fear replaced with fascination. “She may be one of the rarest cases of Lycanthropy to date.”
   Donna’s ears perked up at Dr. Telds words. With Joann and Kendra close behind, she padded over to the observation window to sit next to Yuki. Panting heavily, she swung her tail back and forth as she looked on with enthusiasm at the doctor.
   "I think that’s a yes,” Yuki said, reaching out to scratch the fur along Donna’s neck.
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   One month after they had first entered Dr. Teld’s lab, the girls were happy to be in direct sunlight again. Stepping out of the lab, they were all clad in spare sets of scrubs, having destroyed the rest of their clothing during their stay. In lieu of proper shoes, they all wore open toed flip flops, unwilling to confine their feet after going around barefoot for so long. Aside from the added length to their hair and a few strands along their arms and legs that escaped their razors, they looked as if nothing had happened. However, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
   “Great to finally be outside again,” Donna said, stretching out her arms and legs in preparation for an afternoon jog. “You guys want to join me?”
  “Maybe some other time,” Yuki answered. “I have so many things I want to paint. So many feelings I need to put to canvas. Plus, I need to see if my publicist wouldn’t mind having a werewolf for a client. The doctor was already offering another injection of the virus if I wanted to do a more prolonged study.”
   “I think I’m done with the wolf stuff for the rest of my life,” Joann commented.
  “I’m just glad to be rid of all that fur,” Kendra added. Kendra turned back and stood at the front of the group. “Hey, you all left the you know what intact right?”
   “Just like we promised,” Yuki answered, she and the other girls gesturing to their groins and the bushes of pubic hair hidden underneath.
   “It’s an odd memento, but I can’t say it’s one I won’t forget,” Joann said.
  Kendra stepped over and put her arm around Joann’s shoulder. “We just might need to do a little trimming here and there. Especially for when I invite you over to my place,” she said, a deep red taking over Joann’s face.
    “If you two are done flirting with each other,” Donna said, getting into a running position, “I have some exercise to catch up on.”
   “Still meeting us later for dinner?” Yuki asked.
   “Of course, wouldn’t skip out on my pack like that.”
   “See you later then,” Joann called out, as the girls dispersed to catch up on their old lives.
  Running to catch up to Kendra, Joann stumbled a bit. Stopping to fix her flip flops, she noticed her toenails sticking out several inches further than earlier. Pulling her foot out, her eyes went wide as she beheld padding on the soles of her feet. Assured that she and the others would have to make another trip to see Dr. Teld, she put her shoe back on and chased after Kendra. She had no idea what the future held in store for them, but they were going to get through it together. They were a pack and nothing was going to change that.
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