#and this is just one free standing class so the grade I get isn't actually that important

[girlitfeelsgood]

I'm so nervous about writing an essay for the first time in two years. What if I do horribly 💀

[bananami]

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character/s: choso kamo x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS: meangirl!reader x loser!choso is a pairing that lives in my head rent free so when you all voted for choso to be the next hot man i wrote for i knew this was what would come out of it so let’s get into it whores

WARNINGS: this is college based bc u know why. 18+, nsfw, mdni, the whole shebang, kiddos avert ur eyes IT'S ALL SMUT / also just be aware i did use fem language for reader. as always, i did not proof read xxx

A/N: delusion is like drugs for simps, and i am the crackhead

Choso isn't like a nerdy loser, more like he’s just an emo boy, he’s got that alternative look going on and in a school full of preppy rich kids he stands out like a sore thumb. Of course this leads to some not so nice kids being not so nice to him, to which like he literally could not care less. He pays no mind to what anyone thinks of him beyond of course what his brothers think of him.

And as much as people aren’t nice to him, they do not fuck with him directly, lowkey scared of his reactions. Especially following a specfic incident in which someone tried to pick a fight with him. At first he was going to just let it slide but then they said something rude about Yuuji and this man laid them out. People were sent to urgent care and everything. Choso was put on suspension and almost kicked out, but their family friend is a lawyer and threatened to sue the school and anyways (if you know who you know who) so he was allowed back at school and everyone’s a little weary of him. This doesn’t stop the mean comments from coming.

And you. You’re no exception. You made fun of him every chance you got. The way he always did his hair in that weird double bun updo, or how he had his nails painted black, his various piercings and tattoos, the way he dressed so much different, was so much different, than any of the other guys you knew at school.

And you were so disgustingly attracted to him. While everyone would sneer and make fun of him and you played along, in reality you were internally berating yourself.

Choso did his best to ignore you but to be honest in the end you were just too fun to mess with. He thought it was cute how you thought you could hurt his feelings, how you really tried, and didn’t realize that he had a thing for brats and that’s just what you were. Everyone else was too afraid to say it straight to his face ever since the fight except for you.

One time he caught you staring at him and he couldn’t help himself, leaning over with a careless smirk. "If you spent less time staring at me and more time paying attention to the lecture maybe you wouldn’t be failing the class."

"Fuck you, Choso.”

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You hoped he’d mistake your embarrassment for anger. He didn’t. You snapped back, as usual. "Maybe if you didn’t dress like such a freak, you’d actually have some friends.”

"Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch your boyfriends would actually stick around for longer than a few months."

The one stung, and you tried not to let it show. Thrown off your game, all you could bring yourself to reply back was: “don’t call me a bitch.”

He shrugged, as though he were bored with the conversation already. "I never said it was a bad thing, just that you keep dating dudes who can’t handle you."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He doesn't answer though, and you spend way too much time thinking about what he could've meant. Was he implying that he could handle you? Was that why he constantly found ways to poke at you? Did he like when you were a brat? Did it matter if he liked it? It led your fantasies down a deep and dark rabbit hole that you spent weeks harping on.

Things get even worse after you realize that Choso might’ve been right about your grades slipping and staring at him in class and whatnot. And (for plot reasons of course) that would mean your professor paired you up with him for the final project so that you’d stand a better chance at passing the class.

Which is how you find yourself standing outside of his apartment door, debating how much you need to actually pass the course for your degree. You kept coming to the same conclusion. You definitely needed to.

"You just gonna stand at my door like a creep or can you move so i can let you inside?” He stood at the top of the staircase up to his apartment, watching you with another bored expression.

You're reaction is second nature. "I’m the creep? How long were you just standing there watching me? Maybe I’d already knocked and you didn’t answer so I was waiting. Let’s get on with it, I don’t need anyone seeing me hanging around-”

"Alright relax, princess. No one’s around to hear you act like you hate me. Come inside and I’ll grab us something to drink.” He opened the door to let you both inside, holding it open for you to enter first.

"First off, I do hate you. And second, how do I know you’re not going to poison me?”

"Don’t worry, I wouldn’t poison you. The plan was going more in the direction of choking.”

"Choked to death? Good to know.”

"You implied killing. All i said was choking.”

"Oh, gross.” You groaned. You pushed away the images that were brought to your mind. Choso's hand around your throat, fingers in your mouth, his breathy whispers telling you what else he'd have you choking on by the end of the night.

It's not too bad for the first few hours. You start out working on the project in the living room, but Choso’s neighbors are loud as all hell and you eventually ask if you guys can move into a room away from that shared wall. And (of course for plot purposes) that would be his bedroom.

"Your bedroom is exactly as I pictured it would be."

"This is the part where I make fun of you for picturing what my bedroom looks like."

"Yeah weird and creepy, just like you.”

"Your insults are getting less and less creative.”

"Yeah well….shut up.”

He’s surprised at that, usually you’d come back at him with something witty and clever and he actually enjoyed it.

It’s quiet and he’s sitting at his desk while you lay casually on his bed when he decides now’s as good a time as ever, and he might never actually get you alone again to say it.

"You ever gonna admit that you find me attractive or keep lying to the both of us?"

You wince. "I don't find you attractive. Stop flattering yourself."

"You flatter me enough with all the staring and drooling you do over me in class."

"You're obsessive," you snap at him.

"At least i can admit it."

You're caught off guard, stuck between wanting to ask what he means and not wanting to give in to the obvious baiting he's doing. When he throws the study material down on to his desk and plops down in front of you on his bed, it seems like he's resigned to not giving you that choice.

"Tell you what, I'll tell you all of the dirty and depraved things I think about on a daily basis, and you can decide after whether you'd like to share those same thoughts of yours with me or not."

"Why would I want to hear any of the thoughts in your head?"

"Because a lot of them revolve directly around you." He's leaned so close you're almost touching one another. Your silence is enough to spur him on. "I think you've never been fucked properly before."

You can't contain the look that falls on your face. "Seriously? This what you think about? My sex life is none of your business, but I'm doing just fine in that department, thank you very much."

He ignores you. "I don't think you've ever been told to shut the fuck up and take it like the good girl I know you can be." That shut you up real quick. Choso is on his knees in front of you, hands cupping around your neck, his thumbs running across your cheeks. "You're whiney little fucking attitude not do it for your boyfriends?" He teased. "They not know how to deal with you when you're being a brat, huh?"

You're head moves without conscious effort, nodding to agree with him.

"You just want some attention, don't you?"

Another nod.

"You want my attention, don't you?"

Hesitation. But you can't help yourself, his presence looming heavy over you, pushing you to admit what you'd kept in the dark for so long.

One of his hands slithers from your throat, down your chest, under the sweats you threw on in a rush to get to his apartment. You're so distracted by his fingers that you don't notice his face moving closer until his mouth is prying yours open. That's all it takes from him to have you stroking your fingers through his hair, pulling it out of the buns they typically are held in.

"Such a little brat." He's hovering over you, pushing your hips into the soft cushion of his bed with his. "Feel how hard it makes me?" He teases as he grinds his hips down, his clothed cock sliding against your center. Your eyes flutter and he grips onto your face with one hand, squeezing firmly. "You're gonna fuck me tonight. Nod if you understand."

You can't believe how quick your head moves up and down. "You're gonna take off those pretty little panties you wore hoping I'd get to see and slide up and down my dick until I tell you to stop. I don't want you cumming until I feel you've begged enough."

It takes no time at all for him to flip the two of you and prop himself up on his forearms. His pants are shimmied off and thrown to his bedroom floor alongside yours.

Your hands are desperate to line him up, anticipation building to have him deep inside of you, but his shoot out to pull them up and place them against his chest. "No, no, no. You don't get me inside you yet, not until you prove to me you deserve it." He urges you along his shaft, flat against his stomach. "That's right, be a good little slut for me and let me feel that pussy slide against my dick."

You watch him from above, his face contorting from concentration to pleasure to near desperation. You've never felt as powerful as you did riding him. Not a single one of your boyfriends ever turning you on as much as Choso was right now. He made you work for it, praising you when you did what he asked, and you chased that praise.

"Shit, look at that baby," he grabbed your hair and yanked your face down to watch yourself slide against him. "Need to feel you squeeze that pussy around me. Fuck, slide me in, slide me in-" his loud groans matched your high pitched sound of relief at having him seated inside you. "Fuck this."

He flipped the two of you back over, gripping each of your legs and forcing them up. "Hold right under your knees for me. Good girl, keep yourself open for me, let me just use you." He fell to his forearms as he plowed into you, giving you no time to get used to any sort of pace.

You tried your best to hold your legs, but you wanted so badly to touch him. One of your hands wandered back up into his lose hair.

He could barely keep his eyes open, mumbling all kinds of truths you were sure he would've kept locked inside had he not been so drunk on the feel of being inside you. "So fucking pretty," he kissed you sloppily, "such a stupid fucking brat, just needed my cock inside you. Feel like heaven, baby. Gonna let me cum inside your little cunt, right? Made me wait so fucking long to have you, I deserve it. Don't I deserve it?"

You can barely form any coherent words, setting for nodding and breathy uh huhs.

"So fucking mean to me, and look how good I'm being to you, huh?" You feel the light slap of his head against your cheek. "Say your sorry, beg me to cum inside your pussy."

You do beg, your apology comes out in between the stuttering and slurring of your words, but you beg and plead with him until he concedes. It his own orgasm that pushes you over, his groans and relentlessness that follow, pushing himself passed the point of no return. You can see the beginning of what looks like tears in his eyes, and he has to force himself to stop, his hips jerking from the overstimulation.

He kisses you ruthlessly, letting his tongue claim your mouth in a manner more harsh than it is anything else. And when he pulls away and his eyes settle back on yours they're equally as harsh.

"No more shitty little boyfriends that can't handle you. I'll handle you. You want my cock, you ask nicely. Understand?"

"Yes," you let your lips peck his, surprising him, "what if I don't wanna be nice about it?"

He smirks, "try it and find out. Now get on your knees and suck my cock like the good girl I know you can be."

[inbarfink]

So the AA Fandom has no shortage of jokes about how our favorite Anime Laywers generally prioritize stuff like the Power of Friendship above more mundane concerns like 'getting paid for doing their job' but...seriously now, how often do they actually get paid for lawyering?

Well, welcome to...

The Big Overview of WAA Lawyers and Actually Getting Paid!!

The vast majority of AA Cases do not discuss payments for legal services explictly, so I will be Ranking how probable I feel it is the Lawyers got Paid. With a 0 standing for 'explictly and unambigiously did not get paid' and 1 standing for 'explictly and unambigiously did get paid'

The First Turnabout

That's an easy one, it is actually explicitly mentioned that no, Larry did not pay Phoenix for his services as a Lawyer.

And so, my first trial came to a close. Larry slapped me on the back and said, "Gee, Nick, it's good to have friends!" But I'm pretty sure he's not going to pay us. Unless you count the clock he gave Mia.

Which is brought up again months later during 'Turnabout Goodbyes'

Butz: Whoa… Nick. S-so, is that why you helped me out for free? Phoenix: Uh… yes. I helped you because I believed in you. (Except I don't remember saying I'd do it for free…)

So Phoenix expected and wanted to get paid, but he’s just, like, not assertive enough to get his money off Larry. And thus a long legacy of Not Getting Money was born!

Probability of Getting Paid: 0

Turnabout Sisters

Okay, so the subject of money does not come up directly in ‘Turnabout Sisters’ but like… Maya does not seem to have a lot of liquid funds on her at this point. For most of the games she generally relays on Phoenix to pay for things for her. At best right now she is semi-dependent on Morgan for cash - and considering her motivations, she probably came out with some excuse like ‘oooh Mystic Maya must prove her independence in such a dire situation or something, the whole Fey Family is broke we can’t afford to give you any more money I feel so bad ooooh’.

So I think if Phoenix got paid for defending her that was mostly a token symbolic gesture of gratitude more than actually anything that’ll help him pay the rent. And obviously Phoenix wouldn’t gain anything if he paid himself for that second trial of the case lol

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.1

Turnabout Samurai

Okay, so this is the first case where I think it is more likely than not Phoenix Actually Got Paid. There’s nothing textual, but I think with the implications of Phoenix starting the case fretting over how to pay the rent:

Phoenix: A month has passed since my trial. Mia's murder was the talk of the town for some time… But no one paid any attention to the Wright & Co. Law Offices… How am I going to pay the rent this month? Maya: It'll be okay. I'm sure some big client is just around the corner! Phoenix: Hmph.

And THEN his new Client is Will Powers who is:

a fairly sucessful actor whose life and career seems to be unglamorous but financially stable.

the first cilent Phoenix has who isn't a friend, a relative-of-a-friend or Literally Himself

generally just a really nice and wholesome guy.

It seems pretty likely to me that Phoenix and Maya got paid for this one!

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.8

Turnabout Goodbyes

OKAY so, I've seen folks say that Phoenix would've probably done this for free cause he sees this whole thing as repaying a debt for Being Nice to Him in Fourth Grade because as we all know, Phoenix is a Certified Ridiculous Human Being.

Phoenix: This is my chance to finally pay you back. Maya: Pay him back…? Edgeworth: Pay me back? For what? I don't remember ever doing anything for you. Phoenix: Never mind… I guess you don't really need to know.

Buuuuut... Larry at the time was also part of that Class Trial Bestie Pact and Phoenix did expect him to pay I mean Larry is not the Love of His Life but still.

And more important, this case ALSO established that Miles has a problem expressing gratitude and overcompensate using financial gifts.

Phoenix: Thank you. Oh, wait! Umm… I was wondering, how much is bail going to be? Gumshoe: Don't worry about that. Mr. Edgeworth is posting the whole amount. Phoenix: What? Edgeworth…? Gumshoe: Didn't I tell you? He's grateful to her for what she did. Alright, pal. Well don't forget to go pick her up, okay? Phoenix: (Hmm… Maybe I can get Edgeworth to pay this month's rent, too…)

So I feel, like, regardless of what Phoenix wanted - at the end of this trial - Miles IS going to make sure he is GETTING PAID. Dude was probably shoving checks into his mailbox like a full month after the trial concluded.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.9

Rise from the Ashes

So... the person who initially hires Phoenix to the case is Ema Skye, a 16 year old girl whose main funds are her allowance. And Phoenix was kinda willfully ignoring his financial situation at the start and only took this case for sentimental reasons. (just more evidence that Miles was STILL sending him payments for 'Goodbyes' lol)

It's been two months since Maya left the office… Two months without a single trial. I've had offers… But none I took. That is… until the day that girl showed up.

However he does get 'formally requested' by her probably-well-off-considering-prosecutors-in-this-series older sister shortly thereafter.

Lana: … Mr. Wright? Phoenix: Y-yes? Lana: I believe our discussion here is ended. The rest… I leave to you. Phoenix: …! Um… you mean, you're requesting my services as your defense? Lana: Don't lose any sleep over it. Your client has confessed, after all. The case is over. Phoenix: Right… I'll do what I can to get to the bottom of this. Lana: …

And after a very long and harrowing journey of being in-conflict with his own client, Lana did end up being very grateful for what he did. And again, this case espacially emphasizes that 'prosecutors make the big bucks' - so she had both the means and will to pay him.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.6

The Lost Turnabout

Alrighty, so, Maggey is generally a nice girl and also a fangirl of Phoenix Wright and that gives her an incentive to support him financially...

Actually, I really love to watch court proceedings, and I always root for you to win! When I'm off duty, I like to come here and…

But with how unlucky she is, that might imply that she could have Money Troubles. Although on the other hand she at least has a stable job at the moment... But on the other OTHER hand she does mention how all the other lawyers 'laughed her off'

Just when I thought all hope was lost; when all the other lawyers had laughed me off… "Leave it to me!" you said! You! The one and only Phoenix Wright came to save the day! And just like that, I was moved to tears, sir! I'll never forget what you're doing for me, EVER!

Which usually I wouldn't note as a financial thing. Usually when an AA Defendant is like 'oooh I have no one else to turn too, all the other lawyers turned me down......" this is because the case is considered too impossible to win or Unbearably Wacky (or some sort of conspiracy like with Maya in 'Sisters'). But, like, this is a Tutorial Case. Phoenix won that one with Fucking Amnesia. The 'impossibility' of the case was not the issue, so, yeah, it might legitimately be the money?

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.4

Reunion, and Turnabout

It's Maya Murder Trial Time Again! Pretty much the same as before with the two added factors being:

Maya is now officially employed in the Wright & Co. Law Offices during the duration of the trial.

AFTER the Trial, when Morgan is like, in jail - Maya might have a bit more acess to her family funds. Although they are established to Not Be Doing Well Financially in general....

A piece of cloth with a ton of finely-written characters jammed onto it. Probably esoteric knowledge only mediums should know. …Hmm, let's see… Here's one in English… It says… "100 Ways to Save Money". … Being a medium sounds like a rough way of life…

I think all in all these kinda even out to the same Chances of Getting Paid at last time??

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.1

Turnabout Big Top

So if you ever start discussing how pointless the AA 'middle cases' are - just remember this one crucial detail; they are the most reliable way Phoenix Wright gets food on his plate! We once again have a stranger (that Phoenix won't feel obligated to defend for free) that is very explictly Fabulously Wealthy.

He's not as nicey-nice as Will Powers is but I feel like paying Phoenix's legal fees is not something Max will bet an eye at.

Phoenix: It's a table for guests… There are some papers scattered on top. Maya: Ah! Look at this! Max's salary is written on this piece of paper. YIKES! Phoenix: W-What is it? Maya: I didn't know a magician… This salary is incredible! Phoenix: (She looks like she's about ready to pass out from shock…) How much is it!? How much is it!? T-T-THAT MUCH!? Maya: Incredible, huh? Phoenix: You can say that again.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.7

Farewell, My Turnabout

Okay so this is the Big One. This one’s a really complicated one to determine.

Let’s just get the first thing out of the way, the fact that Phoenix “”lost”” the case does not matter one way or another. Criminal Defense Lawyers, as a general rule, do not work on a Contingency Fee Basis. That means they are paid regardless of the result of the trial. So if this was a normal trial, Phoenix would probably be paid.

But this was not a normal trial, was it?

Phoenix was FORCED to work as a Defense Attorney due to a KIDNAPPER. And, like, my first instinct is ‘if you are already forcing someone to work via criminal means, why the hell would you also pay them??’ 

Buuuuut….. This is MY instinct, not the instinct of goddam Shelly De Killer. 

Since Shelly’s whole thing is being the Honorable Assassin, and he has some level of respect towards Phoenix as like a Fellow Professional. I can see him thinking maybe wanting Phoenix to get paid for the work he is Coercing Him To Do Under Threat of Murdering His Best Friend for the sake of Honor. 

But also also, Phoenix’s terms are not officially with De Killer, it’s with This Asshole!

And Matt Engarde is absolutely the kind of guy to casually take advantage of Phoenix’s frantic ‘please please just let me be your lawyer or my Friend is gonna Die!’ thing where, like, obviously getting paid is NOT gonna cross through Phoenix’s head atm in order to not pay/severely underpay the guy even though he can obviously afford it.

All in all, things are not looking good for this case’s probability, which is a shame considering how it ends.

Powers: Um, anyway… So, who's paying for this lovely dinner party? Maya: As if you need to ask! Everyone say, "Thank you" to Nick! Phoenix: Huh? Gumshoe: Ah, yeah… I'm kinda at the point where I can't even buy instant noodles, pal. So I kinda already put your name on the bill.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.3

Turnabout Memories

First time covering a Lawyer that’s not Phoenix!

Now, Mia’s client in this case is a college student who probably doesn't have tons of personal funds, and considering her own motivations for taking on the case she probably would’ve done it for free but…

At the time she was employed at the Grossberg Law Offices, and Phoenix hired just the office in general and then Mia took over the case just last night.

Grossberg: Still, you surprised me… What, with your earnest request last night… "Let me handle this case!" you suddenly said. And quite forcefully, too! Mia: I just found out yesterday. About the case, I mean.

So... really this is just the Vibes I get from the Grossberg Law Offices, being generally the more professional and by-the-book law offices compared to the utter chaotic energy of Wright and Co, that makes me assume that they usually reliably charge their clients and pay their lawyers.

There’s some evidence further down the line (which we’ll get to soon) that some of their lawyers do some pro-bono work - but I dunno if Phoenix’s case was extreme enough to necessitate that (I mean he might be a broke college student but his family would probably help him with the legal funds although that assumes they even exist) . So my assumption is that Mia probably did get paid. Probably?

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.75

The Stolen Turnabout

So, Ron DeLite used to really financially struggle to keep up with his wife’s shopaholic habits - but that seems to have stabilized ever since his ‘benefactor’ showed up. So I’d assume he still has some funds left to pay his lawyer. I mean I guess it won’t be totally implausible if Desiree did manage to blow through them all…. Or maybe being a a high-spending shopaholic means that she’d want to pay extravagantly for her lawyer as well?

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.7

Recipe for Turnabout

It’s Maggey again! And now she’s:

Closer to a friend, or at least a friend-of-friend. Rather than Just Another Client.

Is probably in a more dire financial state than before, on account of being unemployed and also in jail for the last two months.

Also being a waitress isn’t that prestigious a job anyways 

And if anyone is gonna help her cover her legal fees it could only be Gumshoe which… does not bode well to anyone involved!

Pissed at Phoenix cause it took her some time to realize that no, that guy who got her found guilty two months ago is not him

So basically everything that changed since her last trial makes it less likely that Phoenix charged for his legal services. I'm sure she'd try her best by the end, but Phoenix might just wave it off to save everyone a headache.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.3

Turnabout Beginnings

So first things first I want to reiterate that Criminal Defense Attorneys generally get paid regardless of if they ‘win’ and while I couldn’t find any concrete statements about the matter - I believe they get paid even if their clients die mid-trial??? I mean, the legal fees just get added to their posthumous debts? So the lawyer would hypothetically be able to claim their due payment from the deceased’s remaining funds and possessions. If they wanted to, that is…

Cause, well, this is why I said the Grossberg Law Offices might do some pro-bono cases. Terry Fawles was, like, a part-time tutor who has been incarcerated for the last five years. If he has any family or friends outside that could help him with his legal fees, he never mentions them. 

So I’m really not sure if he bought Mia services or if she volunteered to do this pro-bono after hearing he had no options for legal representations out of concern for, like, prisoners rights. 

And even if he was supposed to pay Mia for her service, after the grim ending of the case - I’m not sure if she would’ve even tried to pursue getting her legal fees from Fawles’ posthumously/from his next of kin. From how deeply traumatized she was by that trial, I think that would’ve only made her feel worse about the whole situation. 

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.05

Bridge to the Turnabout

Iris is a nun from a small temple that is mentioned to not-be-doing-so-hot (cause it’s tied with the Kurain Channeling Technique and it’s been on a downturn since DL-6), but she does have at least enough personal funds to have her own cell-phone and occasionally go into town. So it’s not a lot, but I think it’s enough to get Phoenix at least a a symbolic token-of-gratitude payment.

Also, it might be possible Phoenix will wave off the fees due to the Personal Connection to the case. You know, he was doing this primarily to Uncover the Truth and get some personal closure for the Dahlia mess.... Or maybe not, cause he did still get paid (or tried to get paid, or forced to get paid) to save his two Fourth-Grade-Life-Debt Childhood Best Friends in court?

(And I do mean just Phoenix, Miles probably would never charge for his services as ‘acting defense attorney’, we don’t need that farce to get any farcier)

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.3

Turnabout Trump

Now this is a complicated one, let us list the factors here one-by-one:

1. As per Apollo’s comment in the next episode, the Gavin Law Offices probably operated strictly quid pro quo.

(Good-bye, quid pro quo. Hello pro bono. sigh)

2. Phoenix is supposedly friends with the boss of the Agency. And in reality, Kritoph Gavin has a very VERY vested interest in making sure the trial goes According to Plan. Incentivising him to at least give Phoenix a discount.

3. Phoenix is also not doing that great financially right now. 

4. Oh right, that entire law agency disbanded once the boss got arrested at the end of the trial!

…Speaking of which, I may be out of a job. I work for Gavin Law Offices, after all. (I still can't believe I just saw Mr. Gavin get led away in handcuffs…)

I think it is most likely that Phoenix got some sort of “”Friend”” Discount from Kristoph. But I really don’t know what happens if an entire law firm gets disbanded right after the trial cause the owner got arrested as a result of it. It probably depends on whether Phoenix was in agreement with the Gavin Law Offices who then assigned Apollo on the case or if Phoenix had an agreement with Apollo directly.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.5

Turnabout Corner

Oh hey, look! Another rare case of an Ace Attorney that actually discusses the issue of money directly!

Well, I mean we know how much Apollo got paid for solving the case of Phoenix’s accident and Trucy’s panties (nothing) and for solving Eldoon’s Noodle Cart Theft (a free bowl of ramen). We don’t see them directly discuss the subject of payment regarding Apollo’s Actual Job…

Apollo: Your request… let me guess, something's been stolen? Alita: Um, your flyer… It says "now defending" so I thought… Apollo: Whaaaat!? You mean, you mean you want me to defend you? Me? Trucy: Maybe you can tell us what happened? Were you hit by a car? Did someone steal your stand? Or your panties? Alita: No! No… I'm not the client, actually. The client would be my… well, my fiancé, I suppose you'd call him. Apollo: Fiancé…? What happened to him, then? Alita: He was arrested this morning. The charge… was murder.

But as he was complaining before about not only being pigeonholed as some sort of a detective, but also not getting paid for anything…

Um… I was wondering when I get paid? We solved the case of your accident, and um, found a missing article of clothing.

And then getting this job and being so happy about it...

Trucy: Polly! You look as happy as a clam in its shell. Apollo: For a lawyer this is it, the place where the battle begins!

Implies that He’s Getting Paid - just as much as with Phoenix’s rent stuff in ‘Turnabout Samurai’ if not more. 

Also, I don’t think the fact that the person who hired him wanted him to fail and is now going to prison is a factor here.

As I already mentioned, Defense Attorneys get paid regardless of the outcome of a trial and logically that would apply both when they lose and when they win. Plus, I am pretty sure Alita filed her request officially through Wocky’s name or the Kitaki family in general and they were obviously very grateful for what Apollo did, and they had both the wins and wills to pay him.

So let’s give a big round of applause for Apollo Justice, the WAA Lawyer most likely to get paid!

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.99

Turnabout Serenade

These kind of showbiz-focused Middle Cases are generally pretty good for Getting Paid Probabilities, but this case is a bit more complicated.

Cause the plot of this case hinges on Machi being so desperate for money that he was willing to risk death via cocoon smuggling,

Situation… I cannot explain. But money. I needed. Very much money.

That doesn’t necessarily mean he was unable to afford a lawyer - without details of why exactly he needed that Sweet, Sweet Cocoon Money we can’t be sure.  But it’s plausible that hiring Apollo was not out of his price range but he was desperate for something far more expensive. 

Considering his young age and… you know, until the final day of the trial he pretended to not understand a word of English, it’s also possible hiring Apollo was a matter handled by Lamirior and/or the duo’s agency. Both of which will probably feel committed to Actually Paying, each from their own angle. 

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.7

Turnabout Succession

Now, HERE’S a complicated one! 

Going generally over the usual stuff, Vera is a pretty nice person and she’s clearly grateful for what Apollo and Trucy did for her. And while the Misham Family was driven into forgeries by financial desperation, at the present-time they seem stable enough that Vera could at least afford the rates of the WAA. If this was just another case, it’ll get like a solid 0.7 at minimum. Pretty typical stuff by now.

But this isn’t just one more ordinary case. This a weird sort of ‘Test Trial’ for the Jurist System with every factor - including the Defendant and the Attorney - arranged by Phoenix’s weird little committee.

Well, for one, I'll be chair of the Jurist System Simulated Court Committee. The chair constructs the ideal situation… choosing the case, the jurist candidates… …even the judge and the courtroom.

Apollo: So… what kind of case is the trial simulation about? Phoenix: Well, since it is the first run through of a new system, I wanted something simple. Trucy: Good thinking! No sense wearing yourself out on something too serious! Phoenix: True. The case is a murder. Apollo: That's not simple at all!! Trucy: By "simple", did you mean that the defendant is… Phoenix: …Guilty. Yes. Most likely. …So, good luck, Apollo. Apollo: Um… with what? Phoenix: With the trial tomorrow. You're defending, of course. Recall that I said it had something to do with you.

So I guess the question here, did Phoenix basically make Vera officially hire Apollo? Did the committee hire Apollo and they’re the one paying him? Is this another case of Phoenix trolling Apollo into doing Free Volunteer Work for him?

Honestly I wouldn’t put that past the AA4 version of Phoenix..............but also if he did that I doubt he would’ve missed a chance to crack a joke at Apollo’s expense about that. 

...You know, I started this thread of thought with the thought I’m arguing for a lower Getting Paid score for this case but I think I just talked myself into increasing the probability.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.8

Also bonus round: THE TRIAL OF SHADI ENIGMAR!

Zero fucking chances Phoenix got paid on this one. HIS CLIENT DISAPPEARED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COURT PROCEEDING! And even if Phoenix gets paid before a trial is concluded (unlikely, since he didn’t know Larry wasn’t paying him until after the case was closed), he was his attorney for like half-a-day before he disappeared so wouldn’t have much of a chance either way.  And considering Zak’s character (and how he also tried to sabotage Phoenix’s current Poker-based career seven years after that), I doubt he put that much thought into Phoenix and his financial considerations to give him a down payment in case he had to to do his disappearnce act or whatever. The only thing Zak left Phoenix with when he left was his goddam abandoned child and ONE LESS BADGE!

So I think this case deserves a very special score!

Probability of Getting Paid: -1

Turnabout Countdown

It’s time for Athena’s first case! Or second case, depending on how you look at it.

Now, one of the major ways that Dual Destinies is gonna shake this Deep Serious Analysis up is that before we had, like, one Active Full-Time Lawyer at any time (maybe with a backup lawyer for Flashback Cases), and we now have Three Different Lawyers actively working together on the same cases. My main concern is primarily not which WAA Lawyers get paid for these cases, but IF any of them got paid at all. Still, shenanigans of cases changing hands officially and unofficially are gonna play a factor in my analysis as well.

And it’s here right from the start! We once again have a Lawyer defending their bestest friend in the whole world, and while some people’s instincts might suggest that means that Defense was for free, well… First things first, we already established Precedence for that back in the first trial of the first game with Larry (not for Lawyers getting paid by their friends, but at least expecting payment) and Juniper’s family is probably doing Just Fine considering she attends this super-fancy-pant prestigious Lawyer High School - so she would want to financially support Athena I would think.

And ALSO, Juniper technically didn’t hire Athena, Apollo was the one supposed to defend Junie in court at first. And although Juniper is… growing closer to Apollo at this point in canon, I don't think it's quite the ‘defend me in court for Free’ point of their relationship, compared to where Juniper and Athena are at. So this is just, like, one extra point to the Final Score!

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.7

The Monstrous Turnabout

So in this episode, we actually have two different jobs we need to make sure if Apollo actually got paid for. We have the actual criminal defense case, and we also have Babysitting Trucy.

Trucy: Oh, we'd better hurry. Doesn't look Daddy's going to make it, so let's get going. Apollo: Huh? Where are we going? What about the job he mentioned? Trucy: This IS the job, Polly! You're supposed to keep me company today! Now, come on! Apollo: Another day of not being a lawyer. Should've seen this coming. Trucy: Well, this is the "Wright ANYTHING Agency," y'know. And there's no law-related work at the moment, so… Apollo: (Tell me again why I chose to "work" here?) Where is Mr. Wright, anyway?

That being said, Phoenix might still be a bit of a troll but the WAA is doing a lot better financially now that Trucy has those Sweet Gramarye rights and he’s not quite as mean to Apollo as he was back in Hobomode. So I get a feeling that even with this little runaround, Apollo is probably at least getting paid for chaperoning Trucy around?? Probably?

The actual case is actually a lot more clear cut. It is directly mentioned that Damian Tenma could probably afford lawyers much more prestigious than the WAA, it’s just a matter of the WAA being the only ones crazy enough to take on this ‘doomed’ case. 

Trucy: Apollo! Maybe this is your chance. Apollo: Chance for what? Trucy: To do the right thing and defend Jinxie's dad in court! Apollo: Who, me? Wouldn't a man like Mayor Tenma have access to more experienced lawyers? Jinxie: Umm… You wanna know what the detectives said? They doubted there was a lawyer who could get a not-guilty verdict in this one.

And with Mayor Tenma’s personality being based around being almost overly-generous and grateful…

Tenma: How… incredibly… RUDE! Apollo: Umm, sorry. Did I do something to offend you? Tenma: A visitor when all others shun me like a common criminal! And here I am with nothing to offer! I am the epitome of rude! Apollo: (………Wait, so he wasn't mad at me?)

I feel like it is almost a certainty that Apollo and Athena did get paid for this case! 

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.85

Turnabout Academy

Okay so, it’s Junie again! Or Junie for the first time depending on how you look at it!

So all of the points I already brought up about Juniper from ‘Countdown’ still apply (save for the stuff about Apollo, of course) but ALSO this is right when Athena and Juniper reunited and their whole emotional arc in this case is about Athena feeling Juniper is being Uncharacteristically Cold and Distant towards her. So defending her on a Friend Discount would be a bit strange at this point. Maybe I can see Athena trying to insist she’d do it for free but Juniper refused?

Although I think that IS a bit weird that they had this big whole scene with Professor ScaryStatue taking over Juniper’s case and the issue of payment doesn’t even come up in passing. I mean, yes obviously, the issues of Trust and Truth and Aristotle Means being Sus as Fuck are the important things in this narrative but I’m suprised there’s not even a mention in passing. Like Means accusing Athena and Apollo of wanting this case back for the Money but they refute him???

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.8

The Cosmic Turnabout

Okay, look, I know I keep bringing up the Larry Precedence but it really IS quite relevant. If Actual Overly-Sentimental Human Disaster Phoenix Wright tried to charge a rate for his childhood best friend who was drifting through life doing weird odd jobs at that time. - Then Apollo, who is generally more practical minded, is probably going to charge a rate for his older acquaintance with the stable Astronaut Job. And while Solomon is a bit of a Space Larry, I don’t think he’d try and avoid the payment in quite the same way. Probably.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.7

Turnabout for Tomorrow

This trial has Phoenix defending one of his own employees in a trial forced on by a hostage situation. I feel silly even extending this paragraph any longer. 

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.01

Turnabout Reclaimed

First things first, yes, an Orca cannot pay for an attorney - but I assume that the person who hired Phoenix is officially Sasha Buckler. Who IS a human being with her own funds capable of hiring a lawyer. Especially as we know that other lawyers turned her down specifically because her case is ridiculous (and not for financial reasons). 

Phoenix: What's the real reason you picked me, Sasha? Buckler: …Well, to be honest, I asked a whole slew of lawyers, but they all refused. They said stuff like, "There's no merit to taking your case," or "I'm not sure I can help." They're all as cruel as sharks, with hearts punier than whitebait!

She does mention doing a performance as thanks at the ending of the trial but that’s probably no replacement for Actual Money.

But I think most notable for our analysis about this case, is not actually any of the Orca stuff - it’s this exchange right here.

Blackquill: Today, the orca. Tomorrow, Sasha Buckler. You intend to save them both? Hmph. You say you "believe" in your clients, but isn't money really your true motivation? Why not admit you're only doing this for your own benefit? I could understand that much more readily than your empty, righteous talk. Athena: Our own benefit?! That's not why we're doing it! Phoenix: Now, Athena. Try not to let him get to you.

Yet another rare case of the game Acknowledging Lawyers Are Paid As a General Rule! And notably, when Phoenix and Athena deny it, they don’t deny the fact that they are getting paid - just that it’s not why they’re doing this. This is not exactly an explicit confirmation of Getting Paid to get the score up to a full 1, but it’s probably as close as we’re gonna get. 

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.95

The Foreign Turnabout

Okay, so Phoenix basically just bursted into the Courtroom and bluffed his way onto the empty defense bench despite the protests of his own so-called Client. Said client also only started unlearning his Defense-Attorney-Hate during that same trial. And is ALSO a tiny little child who has to work part time as a tour-guide to make end’s meet. I highly doubt Phoenix asked for anything more than, like, a very token rate or maybe a discount on his next tour. 

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.1

The Magical Turnabout

Considering how this case has a WAA Lawyer defending the actual CEO of the WAA, I highly doubt the WAA got any money from it. But maybe Trucy could give him some of her personal funds as a token of gratitude?

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.2

The Rite of Turnabout

It’s MAYA TIME again! And while some consideration has to go to her bond with Phoenix or the possibility of some sort of Frequent Accused card the WAA issued for her - the fact that she is not currently a Coworker at the law office and has been an Actual Independent Adult for quite some time now means it is actually a lot more likely she’s able to pay Phoenix now than in any case in the Original Trilogy!

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.5

Turnabout Storyteller

This one’s a pretty average case. The Defendant is not a total stranger, but he is more of a friend-of-a-friend (and Simon was originally planning to get Apollo or Phoenix into the courtroom so the connection was even more distant when he contacted the WAA). He seems to be doing alright financially with his own noodle business, and he’s a pretty alright kinda guy. The only possible concern is that he’s too totally slushed to remember he’s supposed to pay his attorney. But then again, Simon might be ‘officially’ the one who hired the lawyer for the case.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.6

Turnabout Revolution

It’s time for the THREE CASES IN ONE SPECIAL!! Because we don’t just need to consider Dhurke’s trial, I think it’s only appropriate that we take into account both Apollo and Phoenix’s side of the civil case. They are both WAA Lawyers, after all.

On Apollo’s side, he is defending Datz Are'bal, an escaped prisoner/wanted revolutionary criminal in his own country hiding away in an abandoned building and making homemade lizard skewers for food- but Datz did apparently enter Japanifornia legally via legitimate means.

Apollo: What are the charges this time? Datz: Unauthorized entry, or something like that. They think I'm an illegal alien! And I can't prove otherwise ‘cause I lost my passport! Trucy: Is there any way they'd let you go? Datz: Not without my passport… If only I had it! Dhurke, AJ! You gotta find my passport! Apollo: …All right, we'll find it. (One more thing to add to our to-do list. Now, where might Datz's passport be?)

So he presumably has some sort of funds to pay Apollo for his legal services, at least a little bit. 

And with him being Dhurke’s best friend and knowing that he also struggled financially to make end’s meet as a defense attorney at first - I would like to think that’ll incentivise him to support Apollo financially if he can?

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.7

Meanwhile on Phoenix’s side, while Phoenix uses the word ‘hire’ when talking about working for Atishon. Phoenix was once again coerced via kidnapping into the position of attorney. 

And THIS time, there is no Assassin with a Code of Honor who might consider paying Phoenix a fair rate. Both Atishon and his ‘benefactor’ are sleazeballs who would not pay Phoenix a dime if they can get away with it. Plus, with this being a civil case, there might actually be a Contingency Basis going on when Phoenix basically quit and then they lose.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.001

And finally, the grand event of this case - the Trial of Dhurke! 

So… Can a summoned undead spirit pay for an attorney? I suppose it’s probably easier in Khura'in than in other places. And it’ll mostly work the same as if the client died before the case finished, right? It’ll be considered a debt to be carried by their next of kin. Who in this case will be Nahyuta… but also maybe Apollo? Still, considering all of Dhurke’s living family ranges between ‘wealthy and well-respected’ and ‘Literal Royalty’ - I’m going to assume they’d be more than happy then to pay their Weird Brother for his help. 

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.75

Turnabout Time Traveler

And here we are! The last case, and a relatively straightforward one at that - at least compared to the last one lol!

Ellen herself does not have many funds as a housemaid, it seems - but since she literally just married one of the richest inventors in the world, I assume her husband is gonna cover the legal fees. The WAA Legal Team and Also Edgeworth and Ema also got an invite to the Wedding but I assume this is not instead of actual payment?

That is, of course, unless it’s technically Larry who hired Phoenix actually.

Then he’s never getting the goddam money he deserves for his labor.

Probability of Getting Paid: 0.7

Average Probability Score for All Cases (not counting the Zak Bonus Round): 0.51721875

So what have we learned today? I think that while the WAA’s reputation for basically giving away legal services for free is not entirely unearned, it is perhaps somewhat exaggerated. While there’s certainly a lot of Shennanigans and their rates are probably not high (especially not for people they know), they still get paid for a decent amount of high-profile cases. I mean, this Getting Paid Probability Score is over the 50% mark at least....

And… the odd thing is that the First Turnabout really is the only time the subject of the lawyer getting paid is really brought up directly. I get that it might, y’know, ruin the Drama if we acknowledge that our Brave Heroes are getting paid to save people from being convicted of a crime they didn’t commit - or on the other hand of the equation, that they should get paid cause They Need Money to Live. But still…

Is the fact that the only time payment is brought up directly is when Larry isn’t paying Phoenix a bad sign for the general financial situation of our Anime Lawyers? Or is it actually a good sign? Like, that they only mention Larry not paying implying that every time it is not mentioned that means the client did pay them?

[thetentaclecommander]

Thaks for the tag @damadisangue! Lesse:

When did you start writing?

I remeber as a lil tentacle in human 3rd grade writing this meandering, long, just where was this boat going like 25+ page story for English class and just had a ball in making up the story. I didn't care that the story was a hot mess, I unknowingly realized I liked lore building. But, I realized that after I wrote it one, I went way over what the class wanted cause of my overachieving tentacle tendency and two, that I hated editing, grammar and all the boring English stuff. I didn't try to write a story again till many years later and realized the story itch had come back to me.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I actually, genuinely like slice-of-life and very inspirational/good vibes type of stories. But I simply like writing drama and assholes too much to write that sort of stuff often.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

My writing style recently got compared to the book House of Leaves. I need to read this but considering the few pages I've seen, I'm honored and can see the comparison at points.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

My big black desk with a standing desk attachment to force my tendriled self to get up, covered in paper that sometimes gets neatened only to get it ruined again due to time or my cat familar. Headset, dual monitors, pc w normal tentacle ergonomic peripherals, crystals, eldritch symbols covered in dark purple black ichor. Normal desk set up.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Do a ritual seance with burnt wormwood and channel into Nemesis' headspace. Find myself mentally projecting on the 56th astral plane with spoitify playing something dank and bizarre to mortal ears and chant ioioioioioio-

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

sheding of human fear sheding of human loss yet knowing such removal only brings more weakness to the fore the loneliness of being the only one the question of faith both internal and external to want is to long to love is to harm until you become one's true self free from greed, from selfish power games and inflicted misery and living in truth not lies strength in finding self not fighting for a control that isn't yours to demand no gods but us  no masters but us utter the lies the waking profane io io io

What is your reason for writing?

breathe and become as we only can bring you hope-

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

- oh and we're back. Sorry, I had a walk about and forgot to finish this. But I hope to be known as a trolly, yet fun author that challenges your sense of taste, and makes you question what is. Though, being known as that fucking persistant Nemesis and Jill shipper is good enough, lol.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Um, I can make up shit on the fly and not need drugs to do so, ig?

How do you feel about your own writing?

Eh, my pre 2010 stuff I think are lame but meaningful as my baby steps as one has to start from somewhere in this dimension?. I think I hit my stride in 2020 when I entered my erie sacrilegious era but so far, I'm pleased that my writing is passable and singularly me.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

Pfft I've never given a damn about what is popular in the greater fandom or fleeting reading trends. Readers will get from me stories under my terms as I've had to fight tooth and nail to get to where I'm at and so, this tentacle writes for themself first and foremost and secondarily to entertain. I am a showtentacle at heart after all. I do enjoy when readers read, mind, but love it most when they take this betentacled offering from me and savor it, like really eat into it and see the wormy layers of plot and intricacy I've baked into there. Just envisioning them consuming, ingesting my work, feeling the trailing of my worms down their throat, into their belly to really get what I'm putting down is wonderful. Hoy, my minions! Feel free to join in! @naerwenia @vopecata @coiled-dragon @s-dei @lmshady

@depraveddove​ @the-bar-sinister​ @unchartedperils​ @sweet7simple​ @meltic-daze​

@misch3fbunni3​ @autistichalsin​ @villaindevotee​ @coffinliqueur​ @scroggles​

@goth-automaton​ @azulas-daddy-kink​ @katophoenix​

and whoever else wants to I'm not your parental aid (edit: what is with tumblr not tagging ppl ahhh)

[nishloves]

✧→haikyuu!! captains as college boys!

→warnings : mentions of sex and parties // masterlist

daichi (karasuno) : he ain't joining any frat lmao, and isn't that well-known, it's not like he doesn't have any friends, he's just a normal college boy who studies and roams around here and there when he's free (or plays volleyball), he knows what he wants from his life but can be a bit unsure about it. sweet and kind, but utterly normal. you won't notice him until you sit right next to him or you have a project together. would get a girlfriend and probably end up marrying her. regular to his classes.

oikawa (aoba josai) : you'd think he joined frat, lol. that's a possibility but as far as I think, he doesn't see the need to join a frat, people are swooning over him for no particular reason, he studies to get decent enough grades and all of his remaining time goes into volleyball, he's too ambitious to actually waste his time into parties and such (not saying he won't go to them, but he ain't a party rat). people might think of him as a fboy/player but he really isn't, yeah he might've dated 2-3 girls in the same year but never together. he never dated anyone for more than a month either, like I said, he's too ambitious and too thirsty for volleyball to actually have time to look at other things, not saying he won't enjoy college but yeah, he's gonna spend his time wisely. semi-regular to his classes.

kita (inarizaki) : the most diligent out of all; studies well (always gets the highest grade), very rare parties, helps out professors and goes to extra lectures, does play a little volleyball but only when he's not doing anything else. his room is so tidy omg— doesn't socialise much but people know him because he has top grades lol and is kinda handsome. he ain't missing a class for shit.

kuroo (nekoma) : he's too nerdy to join a frat but won't reject the invitation if he gets it lol, similar to daichi he's on the normal side of college boys, but he's so clever that people just know him as the scheming boy who can get you a full in your project. does parties but is too embarrassed and shy to actually go and talk to his crush(es). yeah no, he doesn't have that rizz and I'm not gonna sugarcoat him. he's an alright guy, a guy whom you will start liking after few initial months of knowing him. would prolly date a friend entering second year of college and won't break up until the situation calls for it. (also talks to professors, lol) very regular with his classes too.

bokuto (fukurodani) : accidentally joined a frat and is proud about it, lol. tries his best to study but barely gets a passing grade. doesn't matter to him, he knows what he wants to do with his life and as long as volleyball is going well, he ain't gonna care about other things. is a party animal but would never do a one night stand, dating isn't even on his agenda lol. he's someone who looks at college as a way to grow into a better person, as a way to give himself another chance to finally have a better personality. he's fixated on his self growth and no one can stop him. would date if someone asked him out, but he's like oikawa in this case, he's too ambitious to actually care about love. his s/o's are the ones breaking up with him and he will be fine after a few days, because even though it does sound bad, his dates aren't gonna be his priority at all (though he might get very attached to someone who actually understands his passion, he ain't gonna let them go, you're stuck with him). tries to be regular but is somehow always late? got lost or something. as long as he's aware about his schedule he tries to stay diligent.

ushijima (shiratorizawa) : joined a frat because someone tricked him into thinking that everyone there played volleyball, doesn't associate himself with the parties and stuff. studies very diligently and practices even more diligently. no, he's not gonna date anyone here either. he will very coldly reject anyone. professors know him because he has good grades but he doesn't go out of the way to actually interact with them. someone please adopt him because else he won't make any friends. very regular with his classes too.

terushima (johzenji) : certified frat and fuck boy, the splitting image of what a frat boy is, but he's just more genuine. parties hard, gets passing grades, is a social butterfly, girls wanna be with him because of sex and is one of the most loyal effing friend ever. does try to help during group projects but... really... his help isn't all that needed. people know him because he's too wild. has many one night stands. but is a sweetheart to everyone who is nice to him. he ain't regular to his classes lol, his professors barely even see him.

[buckgasms]

okok what about…. princess goes to the eye doctor and finds out she has to get glasses :( so she comes home with some black framed ones which gives daddy!bucky an idea of maybe some student/professor roleplay??

Omg 💕Nonnieeeee💕 Thank you for this I Love it! This is the cutest darn thing everrrrr - now lets make it nasty 😈

The only thing I would change is that Bucky would come with you to the appointment and help you pick out the glasses because his princess needs help, naturally.

And I feel like he was already making plans when you tried on the first pair. He guided you to pick the pair that made you look the absolute cutest and smol.

And in the car ride home you are feeling a little self conscious and nervous, especially because Daddy isn't saying much, he just has a hand on your thigh and squeezes every so often.

"Do you think they suit me Daddy?" You mutter and scrunch your nose in nervousness. It's only when you actually look at him you realise that he's got that look on his face and he's doing his best to restrain himself.

He leans in close, beard tickling your cheek and whispers, "just wait till I get you home Princess" before he kisses your neck and sends you into peals of giggles.

👓

When you finally get in you are herded to the dining table and made to sit there by a positively buzzing Bucky. You giggle a bit before he scatters a pile of papers in front of you.

"Now little lady, I've been reading through your essays and the standard is much lower than what I would expect..." He perches on the table next to you and gives you his best stern look. "Daddy...wha-?" He cuts you off with a finger to your lips. "That's Professor Barnes to you" before he fakes storming away as you try not to giggle.

"And have you done your assignment for today?" He says folding his arms and giving you an accusatory look. "Um no Professor, I haven't..." He tuts and runs a hand through his hair. "Well I'm going to have to fail you..."

You pout at him for a moment before saying, "Surely there must be something I can do professor?" And you slide your new glasses down as you say it. "I'll do anything to make it up to you, just want to be a good girl and get good grades Sir!"

You stand up and walk over to him, before dropping to your knees and gripping his shirt. He runs a hand through your hair and ponders for a moment.

He leans down, his lips almost brushing yours as he whispers "Earn it."

👓

Apparently Professor Daddy is the dirtiest professor on 'campus', because he will let you do whatever it takes to get that grade.

You started undoing his pants when he tutted and squeezed your cheeks. "I always knew you were a dirty girl. Sitting in my classes lookin all innocent. Shoulda known you'd be a little slut..."

With his hand pulling your hair into a ponytail you are free to take him all the way down your throat, doing your best to keep your eyes on him, even as they water and stream. "Holy shit" he mutters before fucking your face, sending jolts of pleasure all over your body.

Then he'll bend you over his 'desk' and flip your skirt up to reveal your drenched underwear. "So naughty" he growls before planting a few smacks on you, none of them hurt, but they send a little tingle through you and you can help but giggle at him.

"Are you laughing Princess? Because I thought you were taking this failure seriously?" You can't help but giggle again as he rips your underwear off and rubs his thick cock along your soaked folds. "Professor" you groan and cling to the table as he sinks in, your heat practically sucking him in.

"That's more like it" he growls as you try and bounce back on him, crying out for him. He pushes a thumb into your puckered hole as he fucks you creating a delicious sensation in your body. "More Daddy, please more" you beg and he presses kisses to your shoulder, free hand squeezing at your tits, pulling them free from your little top.

He pulls out and pushes you to lay on your back, your limbs fall to the sides and you pant at the impending orgasm that's building within you. "Daddy...professor... daddy... Please.. m'so close" you beg as he runs his hands over your body possessively.

"My star student hmm? My best girl ain't ya?" He says softly as you nibble on your finger while grabbing for him. "Daddy please..." You whisper and he sinks back in, making your breath hitch in your throat. He guides you to hold the back of your thighs because he wants "to see his dirty girl" and fucks you on your 'essays'. His hands are free to flick your clit, pinch you, choke you and it's heaven.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. "Your gonna come on my cock princess and then I'm gonna come on your pretty new glasses, and every time you put them on your gonna remember what a perfect, dirty princess you are. Got it?"

He fucks you until you are just emitting a long stream of begs and moans, until he feels your walls flutter around him. He pulls out and sinks his fingers in, jerking until you are squirting and screaming for him.

You slide down to the floor, still reeling from your high and watch as he strokes his thick cock over your face until his come is painting your cheeks and glasses in his thick come. "Open baby" he strains between heavy pants, before sinking his cock into your waiting mouth to clean him off.

"Fucking A star Princess" he groans and you burst into a fit of giggles...

👓

It's fair to say that you have an entire drawer of glasses for different scenarios that 'Professor Daddy' comes up with ❤️

[spookberry]

Watching your work recently has been so inspiring. I had a rough few semesters of art school, and while I enjoyed the classes, I was mildly disillusioned by an insistence on what felt like "meaningful" art...

A lot can be meaningful! After being online a bit more, around artists like you who clearly love what you're doing and make art you're passionate about, it kinda made me realize that I'm free! I can make what I want, whatever it is! Art that has historically and occasionally been deemed lesser (e.g. fanart) is not actually so, and art can mean a lot even if it isn't in fancy galleries or art books.

Anyway, what I mean to say is: you're inspiring, and talented. I really love your art for what it is and what it represents to me. I love seeing what you make, and it helps bolster me to make my own art as wild as I want!

This is one of the sweetest asks I've ever gotten and it's really made my, like, year lol.

This is the reason I post fanart!! Other artists represented the same for me when I was younger and it made want to participate and join in and I'm glad I did! I've met some cool people and I've had really interesting conversations and experiences via fandom... even if I can be a bit of a lurker at times haha.

Art School's rough, I definitely have felt similarly. A big problem is that a lot of professors tend to be hyperfocused on their own field and what makes art meaningful To Them. (the amount of times I've walked out of a class grumbling cuz a LA prof only wanted to talk about white box gallery work and didn't even know we HAD an animation department...) Which isn't always bad if you gel with the right ones, but other times it can definitely put a dampener on your work. A good way to look at art sometimes I think is that what's "meaningful" about it can be the smallest stupidest reason ever. And you just gotta stand by that, even if other people think it's lame. Sometimes the meaning was in making it, or getting to share it, sometimes the meaning is drawing your favorite blorbo in a white void because it gave you an outlet and makes you happy. That's meaningful, you just gotta know how to argue for that meaning sometimes. (profs LOVE a good bullshitter)

Turning in things for a grade rather than because you enjoy it is never going to be the best format for art regardless of what kind of art you're making. I've found the more I stuck it out the more things I actually enjoyed became available to me and now I'm kinda (not fully tho, im SO glad to be graduating fyi) regretting all the classes I never got the chance to take. You just gotta take it one day at a time and remember that art school should be there as a place to practice and better both your work and your own understanding of the work you make which can feel tedious and unnecessary at times but its worth it in the end(in my experience).

In the end you're the one paying for it and if you're not getting what you want out of it, it's best to look for other avenues, I did! I'm not graduating from the college I started at and I'm honestly really thankful for that.

Anyways, sorry for rambling lol, and thank you for you kind words. I wish you the best anon, you hang in there!

[thevioletcaptain]

I have my first class in the writer's program today!

It's just a short, free, single day seminar that isn't for credit, but seeing as it's been so long since I went to university I decided it would be a good way to ease back into things before my actual graded classes start next month.

I know I already posted a thank you to everyone who chipped in, shared my fundraising post, or messaged me with encouragement a couple of weeks ago when I was trying to add a class to my schedule, but I just wanted to say it again:

Thank youuuu 💚

I really can't overstate how much it meant to me. Beyond just helping me scrape the cash together in time to enrol in the extra class, just seeing your kind words about my writing gave a huge boost to my creative energy.

Because of that... I posted two >10k oneshots and completed one long-standing WIP yesterday. And I've got more that I'm hoping to post in the next few days. I'll make actual rebloggable promos for each of the things tonight after I get back from the class, and I'm going to go in and edit the older chapters of the longfic soon, seeing as I wrote them... uh... nine years ago.

In the meantime, you can find the fics here:

Humble (formerly titled "Risen") Rule!63 DeanCas Pastry Chef AU | 38k | E

When she hangs the help wanted sign in the front window of her cafe, the last thing Deanna expects is to end up employing an inexperienced, socially inept ex-actuary as her new pastry chef. Or maybe that's the second-last thing. She absolutely doesn't expect to fall head over heels.

Frisky Business Established Relationship Casefic with a side of Dom!Cas | 13k | E

In which Cas makes an observation, and Dean's just along for the ride.

Kind of a Buddy of Mine Canonverse Crack Treated Seriously | 14k | M

It’s been sixty-five days since they left Alliance, and Cas is still seven inches tall. He's the one thing that Jesse Turner didn't put back to normal before he took off for greener pastures, and Dean figures he's holding a grudge. On some level, he can’t really blame him. Cas did try to kill the kid, after all. Still, it does seem kinda harsh to have left Cas looking like G.I. Joe’s Corporate Cousin for the rest of forever. With the apocalypse looming, Dean is determined to find a solution.

[horatiocomehome]

Trying to get through college with ADHD, even medicated, has made me feel like I don't have free will sometimes.

Trying to set up a complex system so that I can be under the optimal effects of my medication, rested, fed, in the right mood, in a place I associate with being productive, because if I miss even one of those, it's very possible that I won't actually get work done.

Wanting consciously to work on all the stuff I have due, but not doing it.

Does the mind have mastery over the body?

The mind is willing but the flesh is weak. And the mind is the flesh, and the mind is weak.

Over the summer I did research on a topic I was very interested in. It was an optimal working environment for me on a topic I loved. I got so very much done then.

And now here I am back in college. Barely keeping up with three 3-credit-hour classes. I haven't even done a jot of work on my senior thesis—WHICH IS OVER THE RESEARCH I DID THIS SUMMER! SOMETHING I'M VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT!—and I haven't touched it in three weeks.

Last semester I didn't have access to my ADHD medication for the first 100 days. It was bad. I was lethargic. I fell into several bad habits that still plague me now.

I got angry at myself.

It was a quiet anger. I didn't scream at myself or tear at my hair or claw my skin. I remember staring out the window. Shaking with anger. I couldn't even look at my computer or my phone, too angry at how I was using them to avoid all my work. I couldn't do anything except just stand there and look out the window, seething at myself.

And here we are. After a summer that was the sunrise after a long night, that brought me hope, that made me feel capable and competent and like a human being with free will.

I'm back in the same room where I rotted last semester. I've still got the same bad habits I made. I've been trying so hard to set up that rube goldburg machine every day to keep up with my work.

So much is still falling through the cracks. Important things.

I feel like I was doomed from the start. Like the only way I could have succeeded in college was to have done something different from the very first year I got here.

I feel like I deserve the bad grades I'm getting. If I can't get into grad school with them, isn't that right? Isn't that just? Isn't that an appropriate measure of my ability to do work? If I can't keep up with college why should I be able to keep up with grad school?

I've been getting angry at myself again.

When the mind fails to control the flesh, ought that not be punished? Isn't that how it's been all my life? Don't I deserve punishment? Haven't I failed? Isn't it my fault? Don't I have free will? Do I have free will? If I have free will, isn't this my fault? If I have free will, surely I've failed to use it? Failed to control myself? Failed to apply myself? Failed to care enough to use it? Isn't it my fault?

Right now I'm writing this instead of finishing an important assignment for college that was due a month ago. I'm not even using my anger to motivate me to work.

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

[enbysiriusblack]

"I promise I had nothing to do with it, Professor. Severus simply messed up his potion, which isn't an entire shocking thing at all, I mean I must do that at least once a week. Although I'm just not so good at potions, as I'm sure you're aware of. I greatly admire the skill of it, and would never sabotage another student's chance of success especially in a subject that I know firsthand how disheartening it is to get quite a low mark in."

Slughorn nodded sadly, "Now, now, Lupin, don't put yourself down so much. I'm sure with a little more practice you'll improve much more. Your last mark was a Poor was it not? If my memory serves me right, I think I was a little too harsh with that and I'm going to change that to an Acceptable. You have real potential, Remus, you just need a little more confidence in it. As for the matter with Severus, I'll bring this little investigation to a close. I'm sure he's just upset about messing up his potion, but alas it happens to the best of us."

"Thank you professor, I knew you'd understand. No wonder Lily greatly admires you and goes on about how helpful you are in furthering her future."

Slughorn beamed and shook Remus's hand as he got up to leave.

As soon as the door was shut behind him, Remus stopped standing as straight and ran down the hallways to the alcove his friends were waiting in.

"What happened? Did you get detention for it?" Peter asked as soon as he saw him.

"Nope", Remus shook his head, sitting down with them, "Snivellus simply just botched up his own potion. Oh, got my mark on our last practical booted up to an acceptable."

"How did you do that? You were in there cause half the class saw you drop bulbadox juice into his cauldron!" James spluttered.

Remus grinned and didn't answer, instead he started opening his satchel, "While I was there I got some goosegrass, knarl quills, and wartcap powder."

"What for?" Sirius asked, peering into his bag.

"Selling them. Took some knarl quills last lesson and Emmeline saw and gave me a pound for one. I realised I could probably get a lot for this shit."

James kissed the top of his head, "Genius man. Now, come on. We've got transfiguration in a second."

The four ran out their hiding spot and made their way to McGonagall's classroom.

On the way, Frank and Kingsley stopped them and passed him quite a few coins, in which he handed them a few blunts in return.

"You're my favourite!" Frank patted his shoulder.

James gasped in outrage, "I thought I was your favourite?"

"Only on the field, Potter. You're a little nuisance of it."

They stepped into McGonagall's classroom a few minutes late, and she immediately turned to them.

"And why are you four late again?"

Sirius came over to her desk, resting their arm on it, "Frank told James he was pretty shit at quidditch so we had to console a crying James. Lots of tears. I rather doubt he's actually stable enough for this class actually, so we should probably take him back to our dorms. Help him through this tough time."

McGonagall raised an eyebrow, "Take a seat, Sirius. You're already late, please try to refrain from further delaying class."

"Yep", he quickly took their seat.

Remus made his way to McGonagall, and in a voice a lot quieter than Sirius', he spoke.

"I had a meeting with Slughorn about a low grade I got in my last assessment. I was a little wound up about it so the others agreed to wait for me outside and you know Slughorn, he started talking about a famous explorer he used to teach and lost track of time."

"Of course, Mr. Lupin. Please feel free to come to me whenever you're struggling in any subject, I am here to help you. I won't be giving any of you detentions this time, apart from Sirius for that inane excuse."

"Thank you, Professor. I appreciate it."

He sat down in his seat next to Peter, bumping his fist and reached over to poke Sirius.

"You've got detention."

"Fuck, again? I didn't do anything!"

As the class went on, he folded little paper birds in between writing notes and passed them to Peter to chuck at James and Sirius. Sirius was chucking some back until McGonagall noticed and gave a detention to Peter and another to Sirius.

James looked behind at them and grinned at Remus still making the paper birds and Peter putting them in his bag for later.

"You're a menace, Moony."

Remus snorted in reply and flicked ink at him.

[th3houseofleaves]

i am simply thinking about samuel vasilyev today.

he's such a good older brother and teacher.

like i just know his students love him because he's so chill? and he tries so hard to make sure all his assignments n such are accessible to all of his students. bc he's got enough experience with his siblings and his cousin to understand that sometimes, school can be hard. not everyone learns the same.

spending time with noah and seeing some of the difficulties he has reading (bc the language he first learned to read in wasn't english AND dyslexia on top of that) and he decides to research more accessible fonts n types of assignments n books n such for his students that would benefit from them. within the first couple of weeks after he's started offering alternate versions of text (usually that he's personally retyped in a dyslexia friendly font, or that he's found in different languages [as they're available] on the off chance that one of his students isn't as comfortable reading in english as they might be in there first language, something that he definitely understands) students that had been struggling and performing poorly start to improve bc they! can actually understand the assignments and it's not so frustrating to sit down and do them.

& spending time with his cousin milan, someone with the WORST adhd who struggles so much with school, pushes him to figure out ways he can accommodate students that he has that are neurodivergent. he asks milan what usually works best for him and he says that it's the easiest for him to learn when he can listen to the lesson in a recording while working on the assignment, sitting in a lecture hall is hard for him but when he actually records the lecture and can listen back to it, he figured out that he understands things better AND it lets him learn while also keeping himself busy!! bc milan can sit still but it's easier for him to focus on one thing if he's doing another.

so sam takes that into account and when he can he finds audio sources for some of the stuff he assigns to read and shares those resources with his students. he lets them record his lessons, or even does it himself, so that they can listen to it later if they need to and even for neurotypical students, once he starts doing this? grades start improving a lot and students are less stressed about completing assignments and coming to class.

and sam makes sure his students know that if they need any kind of accommodation, he will try and do that for them. if one student needs a little bit more time to do an assignment, he'll give it no questions asked. if a student tells them they have anxiety attacks when they test, he'll ask how he can help and if that means that when they test with him they get to listen to their music or take their test during their free period / lunch period than he'll do it. if a student is worried about having a fidget or about needing to stand or move during class he explains that as long as they're not purposefully trying to disrupt class than they're okay to do what they need. he starts adding visuals to his assignments and using more clearly defined prompts instead of vague ones when students tell him that they learn better when they can see examples or they struggle to complete an assignment when it's not clearly laid out for them. like yes, if it's something requiring their opinion or whatever he's not completely telling them what to write but he is letting them know like. what he wants them to write about? if that makes sense. he's not just asking them to comment on what they read without explaining what exactly he'd like to see. (this is based on my own struggles with my soc class last semester bc my professor didn't have prompts for our weekly discussion posts so i had anxiety attacks bc i had no idea what she expected from me bc i need rules to exist lmao)

and he refuses to startle any of his students who fall asleep during class. he's had that happen to him as a kid and he quite literally ran from the class because it triggered him real real bad. and he's seen how both his brothers react when someone does that and. he's not about to get fucking punched at school lmao (if you wake aeron up and catch them by surprise they come out swinging, something that noah failed to mention the first time sam tried to gently shake aeron awake. the incident ended with aeron apologizing over and over and sam holding an ice pack to his face and rocking a black eye for like the next week.) the other thing with this is, if a kid falls asleep in his class he's gonna figure they need the sleep. he knows how stressful high school / middle school is (idk what year he teaches atm) and he knows what the workload is like + a lot of his students have other responsibilities outside of school. he gets that they're bound to be tired as hell. so if they need to take a little nap during the period they're with him than so be it. he's got the lessons recorded anyways and he knows his students are surprisingly good at helping each other out?

other teachers don't understand why he's so fucking popular lmao and he's like ??? im literally doing the bare minimum and not being a dickhead to these kids i really don't get it either.

he doesn't see anything he does as going above and beyond when it is! he's using so much of his limited free time to make learning easier for his students! he's doing so much, he's doing more than basically every teacher bc they don't have the time or the resources!! and that's no shame on them at all. being a teacher is hard as hell.

[b1as1an-souya]

(Fluff) grade school mikey, baji, and draken x soft male reader, they all go to the park but these older kids come up and want to fight and begin the delinquents the other three are they fight and y/n stands there and watches but he sees his friends struggling and getting hurt and starts crying (like angry) and beats up the kids that wanted to fight and hurt them pretty badly, Then when everything is over y/n is crying and asking if the three were ok through sobs and then says "im a bad person" and then the three are hurt by what he said (because y/n isn't a fighter and hates hurting people even if they are mean) and comfort little y/n"

This idea is so creative so I just had to write it!

“We’re not gonna leave you!”

Baji, Mikey, and draken x male reader

Ps: this is like in 2002-2003 where everyone is in their last year of grade school so they’re 11-13(?)

[Name] didn’t like fighting or violence overall. But yet he was surrounded by people who fought and had violent tendencies! They were his best friends actually. They did everything together honestly…

“Yo [Name]! You wanna hang out at the park with us after school!” Mikey said eager to talk to his friend. “Leave him alone dumbass! We know you’re gonna force him to come!” Draken yelled at the boy hitting him on the head. “Ken-chin you’re so mean! I was not gonna force [Name]!” Mikey pouted while whining.

“Shut up Mikey!” Baji yelled at Mikey throwing a empty carton of milk at Mikeys head. “No I’m free I can hang!” [Name] yelled out in attempt to stop the three dumbasses of his friends to stop fighting. “Oh in that case lets go!” Mikey yelled rushing to the school exit. “But that means we’re skipping class!” [Name] yelled out trying to catch up with Mikey and the others.

“Doesn’t matter school is almost done!” Draken said as he ran up with Mikey. “Last one there has to buy the winner a snack!” Baji yelled out teasing [Name] who was currently in last place. “No fair!” [Name] yelled out as he started to run faster. “Oh no you don’t!” Draken said as [Name] was less than a inch behind the boy.

“I’m not gonna lose!” [Name] yelled as he past the tattooed boy. “I’m coming for you next Mikey!” [Name] yelled as the park became more visible to him. “Hell no!” [Mikey] said. “Holy shit! The two are literally at the same pace!” Baji yelled out in awe as he struggled to catch up with the two! “Prepare to loose Keisuke!” [Name] teased as he stuck his tongue out at the loosing boy.

“Damm it!” Baji said as he was the last one to reach the park marking the poor boy as the loser. “I win!” Mikey yelled out victoriously. “No you didn’t it was a tie!” [Name] yelled. “I won right Ken-chin!?” Mikey yelled while looking at Draken. “Dumbass! It was a tie!” Draken yelled at Mikey. “So that means there’s only one way to settle this right…Manjiro?” [Name] said seriously. “I guess so…[Name]!” Mikey said as he raised a fist at [Name].

“ROCK!”

“PAPER!”

“SCISSORS!”

The two yelled out. Mikey having paper while [Name] had scissors. “Hah! I win!” [Name] said with a shit eating grin. “It doesn’t even matter I’m the real loser in the end!” Baji said a bit agitated. “Don’t worry I’ll go with you Keisuke! So ya wont feel lonely!” [Name] said as he gave him a pat on the back. “As if that would make it any better!” Baji yelled. “But you could come if you want…” Baji admitted right after.

“You two wait right her right!” [Name] said to Mikey and Draken. “Bye bye!” Mikey waved. “So whatddya want?” Baji asked while looking at [Name]. “Hmmmmm…” [Name] thought while he scratched his head. “Kinako fried bread!” [Name] yelled out. “Isn’t that Mikey’s favorite food! Is it for him?” Baji asked.

“It’s also mine!” [Name] said as he gave Baji a warm smile. “You’re so childish sometimes!” Baji yelled. “Ya think i get it from Mikey?” [Name] said as he laughed. “Maybe…” Baji said as he smiled.

When the two entered the store [Name] quickly went to go get his snack and told Baji he could go on ahead. “You don’t have to pay! I have my own money!” [Name] said feeling a bit bad that Baji had to pay. “Are you sure…? If so this is just our little secret alright?” Baji said. “Im one hundred percent sure! And my mouth is closed!” [Name] said as Baji left the store.

Alright I could buy snacks for the rest of em now! [Name] thought as he went to go get Mikey, Baji, and Drakens favorite snacks. “It’s like a gift!” [Name] muttered to himself as he paid and left the store looking to see if Baji was still in sight. “Alright I’m clear to go!” [Name] whispered as he carefully walked back to the park.

A few minutes had passed since [Name] left the park with Baji and now he was here. “Finally…” [Name] whispered to himself as he opened his eyes.

When [Name] open his eyes he was shocked. His friend were getting beat up by some 3rd year middle schoolers. And they were struggling to! “What’s going on…?” [Name] said as he dropped the bag with all the snacks in it and rushed to Bajis side. “What’s happened?!” [Name] said worriedly.

“Don’t worry about it [Name] we got it!” Mikey said trying to reassure [Name]. “Yeah! We’re fine!” Draken said while giving him a thumbs up. “I think theres one more person that wants to get beat up!” One of the middle schoolers said letting go of Bajis shirt and walking towards [Name]. “Don’t touch him you son of a bitch!” Baji said as he attempted to get up but fell right down.

Now all 3 of the Middle schoolers were surrounding [Name] he was still processing what just happened to his friends. “You wanna join your little punk ass friends so bad huh?! We’ll gladly help you!” The middle schooler said as he punched [Name] in his face giving him a nosebleed right after. “[NAME]!!!” Mikey yelled as he attempted to go to his friends side.

“That’s not enough for your dumbass huh?” The middle schooler said again kicking [Name] in the stomach making him fall down. The three just continued to beat [Name] up until the leader said “I think he’s learned his lesson now lets go.”

“You guys…” [Name] said, as tears fell down his eyes. “Y-YOU GUYS ARE JUST A BUNCH OF MEANIES!!!” [Name] said again now fully crying. “[Name] It’s okay you’ve already gotten hurt!” Baji said trying to stop his friend from getting hurt even more. “He’s right You’re already beaten bloody!!” Draken said desperately.

“You three-” *sniff* “You three have a lot of nerve to hurt-” *sniff* “To hurt my f-friends!” [Name] said while wiping his tears. “You really want more huh? Fucking dumbass!” The boss of the two said while charging at [Name].

Then for a second [Name] flew in the air then there was a dull sound and the Middle schoolers were out of Mikey, Baji, and Drakens sight. Next thing you know all three of them were knocked out, and bloody. [Name] who was still crying gave one last fatal kick to the main one who hurt his friends before rushing to his friends sides.

“Baji! D-Draken! Mikey! *sob* Are you okay!” [Name] said as he helped Baji get up putting him down on the bench. Tears still falling from his eyes due to the fact his friend were that badly hurt. “I…” Was all [Name] managed to say when he helped Mikey get up. “I’m…” [Name] said again. “I’m a horrible person! A-And, I-I’m gonna loose you three because I am!” [Name] said as he finally got his words out.

When the three finally processed [Names] words they felt horrible. “You’re not a bad person at all [Name]!” Mikey said trying to reassure him. “You’re also not gonna loose us! We’re still gonna be your friend after this!” Baji said. “They’re right you actually did us a big one!” Draken said while smiling.

“Really…?” [Name] said while wiping his tears still sniffing and crying. “Really so stop crying at tell us where ya learned how to fight like that!” Mikey said while giving [Name] a light punch on his arm. “Yeah! That was so badass!” Draken yelled amazed by his friend awesome fighting skills. “I didn’t know ya had it in ya!” Baji teased while giving [Name] a smile.

“Wait! I forgot I bought snacks for you three!” [Name] said as he stopped crying. “You bought snacks for us?!” Baji yelled while pointing at [Name]. “You didn’t buy [Name] a snack?!” Mikey yelled at Baji. “He insisted and then he told me to leave!” Baji said trying to defend himself. “That doesn’t make any difference dumbass!” Draken said as he ruffled Bajis hair.

“I’m back!” [Name] said only to see the three of his friends arguing and laughing. Only to find himself laughing at them. “Huh?” The three said only to find [Name] laughing. “Our crybaby friend is back!” Mikey teased as he was about to munch down on the snack [Name] bought him.

[boykissr]

well then, thank you for answering my question ^^

Can i request azul, riddle, and epel relationship headcannons? Ty ty !!

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS : PART ONE ! ft. RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS !

gn!reader ( very lightly implied fem )

cw : ooc , mild spoilers , bad grammar , this is really just a big rant / brainrot , unedited , that's it i think !

an : ty for the request!!!!! i hope this is to your liking! also i kinda went a bit crazy with this one so i'm going to be doing multiple posts lol (lmk if u wanna be tagged in the other parts)

before you start dating

i'm going to be honest, it most likely took a while for him to think of you romantically

at first, you simply irritated him. how dare you break so many of the queen's rules when you've just arrived?

he isn't really all that irritated by you alone, more-so with how disruptive grimm is. he's also convinced himself that you're a bad influence on ace and deuce.

after riddle's overblot, he became more relaxed around you; he began to view you in a more positive light, and realized that he had immediately assumed the worst of you

he was quick to brainstorm a way to make it up to you

he found out through the grapevine that you were struggling with your grades - swamped with assignments, having to take care of grimm, and constantly running errands for crowley, among other things

"the grapevine" was really just him overhearing you complain to ace and deuce in the heartslabyul lounge one day

he decides to organize a tea party, just the two of you, to ask if you would like some help

you're in shock that riddle rosehearts himself would offer to tutor you, but you immediately reply that you would love help, and that you really do appreciate riddle offering to tutor you, given both of your busy schedules

riddle is visibly a bit taken aback

he was offering to provide you with a study guide, but you didn't realize that that's what he meant

he goes along, asking when you were free

you smile and begin to plan a date

riddle begins to speak with you more outside of your tutoring sessions, and you realize that you two actually have quite the chemistry; a pleasant surprise

conversations flow freely whenever you are together

soon, riddle is accompanying you to classes, and lunches, and even giving you a vip invite to any unbirthday parties happening

one day trey begins to tease him about the fact that he's "getting soft" for you, all in good fun, of course

though suspicions rise when riddle turns red and begins spluttering, storming out and not even bothering to collar trey or anything

he doesn't even yell

trey tells cater, and pretty soon the whole dorm begins to tease riddle about his blatant crush

you remain oblivious, confused as to why riddle is getting looks when you two talk, or elbow-nudged when you two hang out together around heartslabyul

riddle's confession takes a long time to plan

so long, in fact, that you're the one to confess first

it's spontaneous, and you just blurt it out subconsciously one night

it happens one night after a particularly long tutoring session at ramshackle regarding the history of magic

you've had to make multiple cups of coffee for both you and riddle, despite the queen's rule that forbids any caffeinated drink aside from tea

you're at the front door, leaning against the doorframe as you say goodbyes and goodnights

the both of you linger and stall, neither really wanting to part ways, tension causing an awkward silence

you tell riddle that he looks stupid just standing and staring at you, and he opens his mouth, most likely to yell at you

before he says anything, you quickly shout "good night! love you!" and shut the door in his face

riddle stands there, open-mouthed, staring at your door

you don't realize what exactly you said until you're about to fall asleep

the next day, riddle shows up at your doorstep at the asscrack of dawn

you wonder if he even got any sleep, you sure didn't

you're startled by the loud knocking before the sun has even risen

you think you're hallucinating for a second

you realize that someone is actually waiting in front of your house (not really house but you get the gist) super early in the morning

you swing open the door, pajama-clad and messy-haired

you're met with riddle himself, already dressed and hair tidied, holding a bouquet of roses and a small stuffed bear

the poor boy is out of breath, sweating, shivering, and looks like he's just seen a ghost

riddle opens his mouth and you once again cut him off, quickly ushering him inside

you sit him down on the couch, taking a seat as well

to put it simply, he stutters out that he reciprocates your feelings, that the gifts he brought were for you, and that, if it were alright with you, he would like to begin courting you

of course, you don't know what the hell courting means and you ask him if he means he wants to start dating

he flushes and replies "if that's what you would like"

you grin and lean over to kiss him on the cheek

riddle's face burns as bright as his hair, and he impulsively uses off with your head

when you're dating

surprise surprise, neither of you have any experience dating. like we're talking none

so, you're bound to make a few mistakes

riddle wants to do every thing he can to make you happy, since he's so used to striving for no less than perfection

he subconsciously expects the same of you too, and this might lead to a few fights

he'll have to learn that, 1 : people make mistakes and that's okay, 2 : setting boundaries is natural and healthy, and that he doesn't have to make himself uncomfortable for other people's happiness, and 3 : being vulnerable doesn't mean that he is weak, and doesn't mean that he is any less of a person for not being strong and perfect constantly

your relationship definitely requires a lot of care and patience

it pays off in the end, though

you could make a comparison to a newly-planted garden. with time and care and patience, it will bear delicious fruits

on a lighter note, riddle hosts unbirthday parties in your honor!!!! you sit in the seat right next to him and hold hands under the table <3

he's so romantic??? you didn't even think that people wrote love letters anymore

yet here you are, reading your boyfriend pour his heart out onto paper

he uses a different color of wax for your letters, and only yours

many a time have you two been walking in the hallway, and he suddenly spots that perhaps your tie isn't tied correctly, or your hair is messier than usual

he leans in real close, so close that you feel his breath, and very gently fixes you up

when he touches you he's so gentle that you want to cry

the first time you hugged, you actually did cry

if riddle noticed, he's never said anything about it

though he always did hug you a bit tighter, a bit longer after that

you both will take that to your graves

riddle's very soft on you, to the point where, unless serious, the queen's rules practically don't apply to you

though, if you tease him for his height - especially if you're taller - he will not hesitate to put you in the collar

one time, you got the whole dorm to put together a surprise unbirthday party without riddle noticing, and it was so very difficult

he almost found out multiple times, and was definitely suspicious that you were plotting something, but you pulled it off

the struggle was definitely worth it in the end when you saw his face

he cried

oh, not to mention that your grades have improved significantly since you began your relationship

he set up an entire tea party when you showed him the first 90 you got on an exam

you take care of the hedgehogs together!!!!!

and, if you ask nicely enough, he'll share his lunch with you if you don't have the funds

hell, he'll even buy you your own lunch

very understanding when you complain about spending all your money on school material and super high-quality tuna

ace, deuce, and grimm all complain on the regular about how nice riddle always is to you

you end up talking to riddle about how much he uses his unique magic

it's lessened since the overblot, and since you've started dating, but it still isn't anything to laugh at

riddle decides to not collar people as much when you're around

at first, you and riddle hardly ever squabble

later on, you two get into playful arguments on the regular

riddle is somehow able to keep a straight face while arguing with you about the silliest things, it's become a sort of competition to see who laughs first

people would think you two were having a serious discussion if they were out of earshot

all in all, it definitely takes a while but, like a rose, your relationship eventually blooms into something sweet and romantic and extremely fulfilling

you don't think you could've asked for a better partner

[stylesyourmine]

safe space ll jj maybank <3

a/n: hi my lovelies! since i posted my last fic, i've seen so much love on it! wanted to say thank you so much for this warm welcome <3 if you're new here, dont worry i am too! i absolutely loved writing that fic :) please please please feel free to leave feedback in the comments or in the ask box! (it helps a ton) anyways, lets just get straight into today's fic....

pairings: jj x reader

protective!jj soft!jj

word count: 1569

warnings: cursing, fighting with parents, nothing more really.

it was a wednesday morning, bright and early at the exact time of 10:12 am. 'shit', you thought, you should've been in school. but instead of getting up and actually doing something to react to that statement you stayed tangled in your cozy warm sheets. you were doing nothing more than staring at a wall.

this whole week had felt off, you hadn't been to school once. you weren't one to ever miss classes like this, to not do anything but mope. but you honestly just couldn't help it. you and your parents had been having some disagreements lately, some over stupid shit like taking out the trash or cleaning the dishes. but then there were others, like the biggest one, that basically started this all. you quitting your job.

your parents had owned a major clothing shop in figure 8, but it just got to be way too much. you weren't focusing at all, on anything other than this job. it was like it owned you.

you guys weren't rich, but you weren't poor either. you sort of lived in the middle of the pogue/kook borders. you were always considered a pogue though. to go around calling yourself a kook would be social death. the high school you went to was on the pogue side of the island, and so were all of your friends, and boyfriend. yet another big topic on the terms of disagreements.

the pogues were bad influences.

so your parents said anyways, little do they know you were the one scoring the weed every month. it was exhausting, coming out of your room to find your parents yelling at you for minor things that really only bothered them because they were already pissed at you. it wasn't like they were shorthanded, because you really only worked there to make money of your own. no. they were mad because in their minds, you quit because you wanted more time to hang out with your friends. its not a total lie, but it isn't complete truth either. you weren't happy there, everyday it was stress on top of stress and you just didn't want that anymore. you wanted to focus on school and your social life. why couldn't they accept that?

ping

from : my boyfriend <3

hey baby, checking up on you- you've missed school this whole week and haven't text me/seen me since sunday. you ok?

from : john bizzle b

yo. where are you? i need the answers to ms.reds test tmr. call me.

from : braniac maniac

y/n, you are only allowed 7 absences before its a failure grade. you have 3 already, dont make me march to your house. also, are you doing alright?

you picked up your phone, reading the texts in order they came from. pope had text you first, then john b, then jj. god, you didn't even let them know you didn't feel like going in. they didn't even know about the fights with your parents, you didn't want them feeling like it was their faults.

groaning from the bright light, you sent a quick text back to only jj, hoping he would relay the message. you didn't have the energy to text them all back.

to : my boyfriend <3

pay attention to your classes lover boy, i'm fine dont worry. love you.

sighing out loud, you got up out of bed, praying and hoping that neither of your parents were home to bust you. and just as you thought it, and turned your doorknob its like it was magic, your mom was standing in front of you with her arms crossed. her figure made you jump back a little, that of all things was not what you were expecting. how were you getting out of this one?

"what the hell do you think you're doing home? you have school last i checked." her tone was demanding, she was not joking around. she was waiting for a legitimate answer. one that maybe just maybe you could pin some fake illness on?

"i um- i woke up and didn't feel so goo-" you started,

ping

your phone interrupted your excuse, making you stop talking and both of your eyes fall to your side, where your hand was holding it. your mothers hand outreaches and grabs it, reading whatever text was on the screen. her face flashed with anger as she turned the phone, having it face you now.it was jj. shit. you knew this couldn't be good, especially how your parents feel about jj.

from : my boyfriend <3

fuck the classes, i'm coming over after school. no negotiations. i love you.

great. now your mom thought you weren't going to school because of jj. she flipped the phone towards her again and shook her head with a negative attitude.

"this phone. its mine now. no more friends, no more jj. you're going back to school tomorrow but for now?! now you're going into your room. go." she pointed towards inside your room, you guys had been standing at your door for the whole time.

you couldn't understand how she didn't give you a chance to explain what had happened, not now and not when you wanted to explain why you quit.

you started to protest, "but mom i-"

"no complaining. no phone, no friends, no jj. that's it." she then to your surprise, took your door handle and slammed the door shut in front of your face, with such disrespect.

at that moment, you just couldn't. the tears wouldn't stop coming, you wanted out of here. all you wanted to do is scream. at the top of your lungs. you were panicking and sobbing.

6:23 pm......

puck.

puck.

puck.

you're now lying on the cold floor of your bedroom, with tears all over your face. once you hear that ridiculous noise one more time, you get up, it coming from your window. you opened the curtain to see a certain fluffy blonde haired- green eyed hunk you so knew as your boyfriend down at the bottom of the yard. he'd been throwing rocks at the window to get your attention.

"heyy! finally, y/n/n i've called you like 12 times! what are you do- are you crying?" he squinted and climbed the ladder you put up mischievously one day, in order for jj to get in and out whenever he needed.

you sniffled in and dropped your face on your bed, directly behind you. just as jj came up, his hands landed on your waist puling you up from whatever you were trying to do.

"hey hey hey pretty girl- why are we cryin?" his hands immediately came up to your face and wiped all the hair that was stuck to your face and you just grabbed him in for a big embrace. you needed him. all the fighting, all the headaches, the only thing you ever needed was him.

you brought your hand up to your nose, vigorously wiping your face, trying to calm down a bit.

"my parents- i quit my job, which you know but i did it because it was so so stressful. and now they grounded me because i feel like i'm entitled to more time with you and the rest of the pogues then working. my mom-she saw the last text you had sent me and thought i was ditching to be with you. i just couldn't do it anymore j. its like they wont give me a break." he just stared at you with his deep green eyes, making you feel so much better already.

slipping past him quickly, you grab a duffel bag- grabbing whatever clothes you can find around you. he looks at you with a sad expression on his face, as you raced around your room.

"what are you doing baby?" he asked slowly.

"i'm leaving. we're leaving. to the chateau, or anywhere. i just cant be here." with the bag now full you went up to him, him grabbing your hand and helping you down the ladder. first you threw your clothes, and then climbed down with his help.

you saw the twinkie, and familiar faces when you ran up to it. jj reaching out to the door, opening it for you. you got in and saw your friends- pope, kie, john b, and sarah all waiting in there for you. they were there for you. they all greeted you, asked what was wrong and attacked you with all sorts of questions as jj backed out of your families driveway as fast as he could. your heart was pumping. this was riveting.

once you got to the chateau, everyone got out and john b took your duffel, shouting out a remark about how he would be waiting for you inside to study.

leaving you and jj outside of the twinkie, staring at the moon.

"its gonna be okay sweetheart, i promise." his fingers intertwined with yours and suddenly, everything was going to be okay.

because he, was your safe space.

a/n: hi hi!! this was my second go at a fic! what are we thinkin?! please please feel free to drop some feedback in the comments, it would help tremendously. im so proud of these lately! thank you all <3

[boymeetsweevil]

Call me maybe

Grouping: Reader x Namjoon

Word Count: ~6.59k

Warnings/Themes: Club meet-cute AU, 1% angst +99% suggestive fluff, (legal!) alcohol consumption, language, flirting anxiety(?)

Summary: It all started with a stupid drinking game...

A/N: this is the One Direction wattpad-style fanfic that's been haunting me for so long. beware of that and the fact that this is unedited hahaha...

“You know the rules, girls. Whoever wins this round of rock-paper-scissors is It.”

You and your three friends, warm and bubbly from 2 rounds of shots at this point in the evening, assume your battle stances and stick your hands into the center of your table. Four hands make a square over the scattered layer of empty decorative shot glasses from the bar in the club.

There’s an air of electric excitement that comes with this game, lovingly nicknamed Hunter-Gathering. Whoever is It gets a target and has to pursue that target in hopes of bringing ‘home’ free drinks for everyone the rest of the night. But no matter how attractive the target is, you can't ever bring them home.

“Wait, wait!” Lia chimes in. “I can’t be It this time. I did it twice already and my ass still hurts from the last time.”

Dani nods seriously. “Fair enough. That means the odds are upped for the rest of you.”

“So, we’re just gonna ignore that ass thing,” another friend, Alexa, looks around the table with confused eyes.

“Do you actually want me to give you the details?” Lia smiles slowly at her from across the table.

Alexa’s face brightens with her own smile, worry evaporated. “You know what? I don’t! Never mind.”

The game begins and somehow you find yourself the lone rock amongst two pairs of scissors. Alexa and Dani laugh with relief because they don’t have to put in any work tonight. You roll your eyes to the heavens and silently question your karma.

“Are you ready to pick your target?”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Nope!” Dani grins.

She steps forward and grabs a clean face mask out of her clutch bag and wraps it around your eyes, careful not to muss your makeup or hair. Three pairs of hands rest on your shoulders and you let them spin you lightly around a few times. Not enough to get you dizzy but just enough to make sure you don’t know what direction you’re facing anymore.

“Alright,” Dani’s voice sounds out over the music of the club. “Take your pick!”

You stick your hand out blindly and someone unties the makeshift blindfold. Everyone follows the line your hand makes all the way to a tall figure standing by the side of the bar.

He’s probably the most handsome man any of you have seen in a while. There's an intimidating aura emanating from him. You figure it's the understated all-black outfit complete with the heinously expensive watch he's wearing and the sheer height of him as he towers over people near him at the bar.

“Oh my god,” Dani whispers as you all take in the stranger’s face.

“We can finally get top shelf vodka,” Alexa pretends to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Not bad,” Lia hums in appreciation.

“Okay, why is everyone acting like I bagged him already?” Your voice grows high with nerves. “I'm pretty sure I have, like, a 2% chance of interesting him."

“What are you so worried about?” Dani crosses her arms at you. “Just do whatever you did to get those history nerds to help you out that one time."

"This is not the same thing. Those guys parted their hair 90/10 unironically and thought Diva Cups are for when you don't want to hold your pee when you stand in line for roller coasters."

"You're kidding," Lia gasps. You wish you were.

"Well, just pretend he's one of them anyway." Dani suggests, "Every guy is the same."

You can't argue with that logic.

“I mean, I can try flirting with him, but he’s probably so used to people throwing themselves at him. I don’t think anything I do would, like, make a dent, you know?”

“Babe, no. No—listen to me, okay?” Alexa takes you by the shoulders and forces you around so you can see how serious she is.

“Tonight is the last free night of vacation. After tonight, we have less than a day to get over our hangovers, pack up the Airbnb, and then catch our 6am flight back home to start the spring term. Our last night of freedom lies in your hands.”

“But, what if—”

“No ‘but’s. Do you see yourself? Do you see your skin in this fresh white two piece? Have you seen how your tits look in this off the shoulder top? That poor man doesn’t stand a chance!”

Lia murmurs her agreement in the background and Dani mentions something about fearing for the guy's soul. You think about the freakishly good pictures you all took in the stylish club bathroom when you first arrived.

“I see your point.”

You turn back toward the bar to review your target. He sips from a dark green bottle as he looks around at the people on the dance floor between your table and the bar. As he continues to scan the room, he locks eyes with you. You hold his gaze even though your instincts are screaming at you to duck for cover. Surprisingly, he gives a small smile and raises his bottle in salute.

"See, you got the hardest part down already. Just fake the rest until you make it."

You chance a look back in his direction only to catch him staring in the direction of the table. When he catches your gaze again, he whips his head away, cheeks tinging pink under the soft yellow lighting at the bar.

Alexa cackles and starts detailing all the drinks she wants made with the top shelf vodka. Lia and Dani discuss leaving early to go back and clean up the apartment so it’s clean in case you break the rules and bring this guy back for the night.

“Uh, aren’t you guys moving a little fast?”

“Aren’t you moving a little slow,” Alexa counters.

“Hold on, Lex.” Dani turns to you. “You know you don’t actually have to do this if you don’t want to, right? Hunter-Gathering is just a game, there's no pressure.”

For all their poking and teasing, you're reminded right then and there that your friends would never put you in a situation where they thought you were actually at any risk. The weight you felt on your shoulders lightens somewhat.

“No, no, I definitely still want to play, I just don’t want you guys to get your hopes up.”

“I believe in you.”

Lia bumps shoulders with you quietly. She’s not the most affectionate, so you know she really means it.

“I’ll do my best.”

You let them tweak you a little bit, fixing stray hairs and wiping away smeared lip gloss and hiking up your skirt, giving you their drink orders, before you grab your purse and phone and push in your stool.

When you finally make it to the bar, he’s in the same spot as you first found him in. He spots you once you get close enough and naturally makes room for you. You set your bag on the bar countertop before hopping up on the empty stool immediately in front of him. The movement causes your skirt to ride up even more and you’re glad you only let Lia hike it up one inch instead of three.

Dani's advice about treating this guy like any other scrub from school reverbs in the back of your head right as the nerves start to set in. With the guys in your art history class, your grade was on the line. There was no room for hesitation when you could barely draw a stick figure, much less write an essay analyzing what an old painting style could tell you about the dairy economy in a certain town like some of your classmates were doing. It was because you were desperate that you were suddenly able to transform into a femme fatale. It also helped that these guys quivered at any interaction with an adult woman.

Tonight's drinks are on the line, you tell yourself. As best you can, you try to trick yourself into entering the same mindset you were in when you would lay on the charm extra thick for the art history guys.

You let the corner of your mouth lift up in a coy smile while you survey the bar. The bartender is moving back and forth quickly to handle the high demand. A second later the girl next to you leaves her spot with a tray of 8 bright pink drinks, practically glowing in the dark. You wonder briefly if you should try to get a round of those for the table.

“—one of those before?”

His voice is deep and pleasant. When you give him a look over your shoulder, you have to suppress a gasp. Up close he's even more handsome. You really have your work cut out for you.

“What?"

"That neon pink drink," he nods back in the direction of the girl who'd taken the cotton candy pink drinks with her. "I was wondering if you'd tried them before."

“No, I haven’t,” you smile, letting your lips part slowly. His eyes dart from your painted eyes to the colored stretch of your mouth and then quickly back up. “Have you?”

“No. But I like to try new things.”

You purse your lips as if in thought, something you've seen other girls do while flirting with guys at school. “You must be pretty unpredictable, then.”

“Huh? Well, I wouldn’t say that.” He stammers a bit and nearly drops his beer bottle trying and failing to put it down. All the intimidation you felt coming from him earlier seems to have disappeared.

“I was just kidding.”

Like it has a mind of its own, your hand reaches out to rest on his arm reassuringly while you continue to laugh at him. His features clear up then and a relieved smile blooms on his face, bringing out an adorable dimple with it.

“You’re teasing me,” he realizes with a good natured huff and steps into your touch.

“You seem kinda fun to tease.” You let your hand linger a little longer before finally pulling it back.

“It’s kinda fun. You're pretty good at it.”

Oddly enough, this isn't as difficult for you as you thought it was going to be. In fact, you find yourself naturally tilting your head and fixing him with an intrigued look from under your lashes. He takes the opportunity to look you over as well, a small smile on his lips.

The personal attention does make you a little nervous despite the fact that it’s positive. So you dig in your purse to avoid looking directly at him for too long and to give your hands something to do. You brush up against a tube of lip gloss, pull it out, and reapply some to your lips.

You look back at him when you realize he’s grown quiet, only to find him following the movements of the gloss brush tracing the curve of your lips, cheeks dusted pink and eyes half-closed like he's in some sort of trance.

Experimentally you press your lips together and then purse them to make sure the gloss is distributed evenly. The man doesn't blink once. Suddenly, all his expensive apparel and large stature aren’t so intimidating.

"Is there something on my face," you smirk.

He slow blinks down at your mouth twice before realizing you're speaking again. His eyes grow wide and he raises a ringed hand to rub at the back of his neck. The movement rustles the hair covering his ears, revealing their pink tips. Cute.

"Just looking."

You laugh a little at him again. He marvels at the way the club lighting dances around in your glossy smile.

"So, how come I've never seen you here before?"

"Well...it's the first time me and my friends have come here."

"I see." He pivots to face you and leans his closest elbow on the counter of the bar. "Are you guys new to the area?"

"You could say that, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow when you don’t elaborate. Without looking away, he raises his hand to signal to the bartender that he wants another drink. When the bartender runs right over, you realize this guy actually might be a big deal. Silently you pull your card out of your wallet as the bartender makes their way over. You figure you’ll have to spend some money before you can really ask someone like him to buy drinks for your table.

"What'll it be,” the bartender asks.

"Two of those pink drinks please," he says and before you can place any order the bartender zooms away.

While the bartender starts preparing the drinks, you turn toward him.

"Who said I wanted the pink drink?"

He grins down at you, a dimple now popping up in each cheek. "Who said it's for you?"

"I'm pretty sure it's for me."

"And what makes you so sure?" He takes a step closer to you.

"Just a hunch," you hum before crossing your legs.

The white fabric of your skirt hikes up your thighs again with the movement. You smooth your palms over the soft material.

"Nice skirt."

"Yeah? You like it?"

"I like it," he admits quietly.

"And the top?" You gesture toward the pair of straps on the matching tube top, manicured nails gliding over your décolletage. He wets his lips.

"The top too."

He reaches out one large hand to one of the straps that have fallen over your shoulder. The drag of his fingers against your bare arm as he fixes it makes you shiver. You lament the loss of contact when pulls his hand back.

The bartender arrives with your drinks then, startling the both of you out of the little staring competition that had spontaneously started. The pink drink seems to glow from within, topped with whipped cream and full of little round ice cubes made from some sort of darker rose syrup floating in the liquid like lava in a lava lamp. The color barely prepares you for the thick sweetness that floods your mouth on the first sip.

"Oh, that's kinda..."

He huffs a laugh around his own first swallow and nods in agreement.

"Not what you wanted?"

"It's just really sweet. You like it?”

He shrugs. “It’s alright. But—"

The way he cuts himself off has you confused for a moment before he's reaching towards you cautiously. You're not too sure what's going on until you feel the pad of his thumb swipe over the corner of your lips carrying away some of the whipped topping from the drink. Your eyes widen when instead of wiping the cream on one of the cocktail napkins available on the counter he brings his thumb to his own lips. In a fraction of a second the cream is gone, but you're left feeling a rush of fluttering warmth on the side of your mouth and in the center of your chest.

"You think your friends would like these?” He slides his drink to the side so he can lean on his elbow and turn to you again. Now's your chance.

“Um, I don’t think this is really their style.”

“What is their style?”

You rattle off their drinks of choice, making sure to mention their favorite brands with a sigh. Of course, whenever you play this game, the brands can change depending on the budget of whoever’s buying. This time, you make sure to name drop as much as possible, per Alexa's request.

“Sounds like your friends really know what they like.”

“Yeah, they have really…unique tastes.” You falter a little under his amused stare. “But we don’t always drink that way. I mean, not every bar even carries all those to begin with.”

“That’s true.” He nods. “This bar has every single of them, though. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Yep,” you chirp. You’re not sure if you’re in trouble or not because he’s still smiling. He seems to be onto the game, but doesn’t seem bothered by it.

“Well, it would be a shame not to welcome you all to the city. Get whatever you want. My treat.”

“Are you sure?”

You place your hand on his arm again and squeeze for good measure. You don’t miss the way his large bicep flexes under your touch. After a beat, he brings his hand up to grasp yours and holds it while signaling to the bartender again. You give him a blindingly bright smile and he strokes his thumb over your knuckles.

He asks the bartender to ‘take care’ of your table tonight on him, and you realize then that you’ve won the game. The victory isn't nearly as sweet as the pink drinks from earlier. The rules prohibit you from bringing him home or going over to his place. And even if it wasn't prohibited, your vacation is basically over.

“Where are you and your friends from?

You take his hand between yours and play with some of the rings on his fingers. They’re beautiful together in an eclectic way and you wonder if someone chose them for him.

“It’s a kind of small city, not like this one. It’s really just our university and then a few surrounding towns.”

“What made you guys move here then?"

"Oh, Right." You feel guilty. "Me and my friends are just here for vacation."

He blinks at you but takes the news in stride. "Well, if you want—I know the city pretty well since I have a place here—maybe I can give you a tour of the town later this week."

"I'd love that, I really would. But we're actually leaving tomorrow."

"For real?” His eyes grow wide and he looks down at your linked hands before looking over your face. You're shocked to see his features fall.

"Yeah, it sucks."

“Damn,” he smiles bittersweet at the floor. “I wish we’d bumped into each other sooner.”

“I absolutely agree," the sound of Alexa's voice rings loud in your ear.

“Uh, hello. Did you need me for something?" Your voice is high and tight as you fix her with an accusatory stare. You're not 100% positive, but it seemed like you and he were having a moment.

"No, babe, I just wanted to come over and show you my beautiful drink. I wanted to come show my gratitude to you both for making sure we have a good last night. The girls will appreciate that. Thank you, kind sir."

“Name’s Namjoon. And no need to thank me,” he smiles at the exchange between you two and sticks out his hand. Alexa daintily lays her hand in his and he lets out an incredulous laugh before playing along and raising it to his lips.

"What a gentleman," she coos before pinching lightly at the skin of your exposed back. It's a clear message just for you, telling you that there's about to be a change in plans. "What were you guys discussing?"

"I was actually about to offer up our booth. There's more than enough room for your table if you wanted to move. Me and my team—friends definitely wouldn't mind the company."

“You don’t have to do that!” You pipe up, suddenly shy. But it's quickly dashed away as Alexa pulls out her phone and opens up the groupchat.

"Let me just ask our friends if they’d like that."

You already know the answer, so you sigh quietly and gather up your card, phone, and purse. You can’t say you won’t miss the privacy from when it was just you and Namjoon, but you’re glad to be with your friends again as well.

The move from your little table to the VIP booth is lightning fast. By the time you get your own drink, Lia and Dani are already clutching their things and vibrating with excitement near the ropes leading to the VIP booth. A few of Namjoon’s friends are chatting with them from the other side of the ropes.

Once your group trickles in, you don't miss how they all arrange themselves in the booth so you're forced to sit on the end next to Namjoon with barely any space. The only options are to let one of your legs hang off the edge of the booth the whole time or sit practically half in his lap. Alexa winks at you over the first sip of her next very expensive drink.

Namjoon's friends are occupied by your friends re-telling some of the more exciting parts of the beginning of your vacation. Some story about how 'someone' lost their top while trying to jet ski. You send a weak glare to Lia as she tries to get them to guess just whose top it was. That's what you get for experimenting with spaghetti strings, you suppose.

"Do you guys like to dance," one of his friends says after a while of vibing to the music once the chatter cools down. Hoseok, you think his name was.

"Yes, definitely." Dani remarks while re-applying lip gloss. "You know who's a great dancer?"

"Who?" Hoseok looks around excitedly.

"She's gonna say me," you groan. "Which is not even true but let’s just all move down there already, no more 20 questions."

"Just one more," she pouts. "Namjoon, do you like to dance?"

He looks down at you once he's also out the booth, that little amused smile back on his lips.

"Well, it's not really part of my day job, but I don't mind it too much."

"What's your day job," you blurt out.

"I'm a...musician."

"A musician!" Alexa rushes over to you to link arms. "Did you hear that? Namjoon’s a musician."

"I don't recognize you," Lia says and Hoseok and another one of his friends burst into quiet laughter behind her.

"You definitely won't find Joon’s pics anywhere, that's for sure," one of his friends says. The rest of them dissolve into another fit of giggles.

The club lights hide the muted pink tinge his cheeks take on, and Namjoon leads the way to the dance-floor with a chagrined roll of his eyes.

"You think he's really a musician?” You whisper to Alexa and Lia. Dani is somewhere up ahead, already dancing.

"Maybe technically. Going off the way his friends keep laughing, he's probably, like, a failed SoundCloud rapper or something."

"No failed SoundCloud rapper wears Gucci like that," Lia motions with her chin to some piece of Namjoon’s outfit.

"That's true," you hum.

"Rich parents," Alexa says simply.

You and Lia consider it and then nod.

As you settle on the dance floor, you feel the rest of your nerves drift away. Lia comes over to take a selfie with you, and the two of you flirt with the camera until she's satisfied with the photos you've taken. She grabs your hand and makes a show of spinning you around and you figure that this is how the night will go before you stumble out around 2 or 3am and drunk pack for the flight home the next morning. You let her lead you back, further into the crowd before you bump into someone.

Namjoon's large hand comes to stabilize you at your waist and Lia acts like nothing happened before dancing away, phone light illuminating her sneaky smile.

"You good?" Namjoon's voice is soft in your ear.

"Y-yeah."

"You wanna dance, or should I let you go?"

Your friends shamelessly all look at the way he curves himself around you, all with their thumbs up in encouragement. You're reminded of the way you did the same a few nights prior when Dani was getting hit on by some cute guy at a different club.

At that time it felt fun hyping her up and watching her make a move, seeing how enamored this random guy was with your friend. Of course he is, you thought at the time, she's amazing. And you remember that this is probably what's driving them tonight as well with you and Namjoon.

You chance a look at him and realize that he's come to rest his cheek lightly near your temple, a soft look in his gaze as he awaits your answer.

"Sure, let's dance."

Namjoon was telling the truth when he said he wasn't all that into dancing. But he put in enough work to be able to follow you and meet you halfway while you were grinding on him to the music.

Even when you shyly stepped away after the first few dances to return to your squealing friends, you loosened up over time with more music and drinks and found yourself naturally ending up on him again. The first few songs turned into more and more and soon you were face-to-face, with his thigh wedged between yours and a heavy palm on your lower back guiding you to the beat.

You're not sure when you decided to abandon your friends and his, but at some point you did return to the booth under the guise of checking your phones. And you did check your phone first. But soon he was crowding you toward the wall by the booth and leaving you with no air of your own.

"You're really leaving tomorrow," he sighed into a bruise he was trying to leave near the hollow of your throat. "Or did you just say that because I was some creep at a bar."

"I never thought you were a creep."

He looks down at you with disbelief before getting distracted by your kiss-swollen lips.

"I mean it. I'm just a little shy sometimes."

"What do you have to be shy about when you look like this, huh?"

"Stop," you laugh lightly and look away from him.

He'd made a comment earlier about how much he liked the pristine white two piece you wore, but you'd been inching his hand up your skirt then. Now, one of his thumbs rubs an idle pattern just below the curve of your breast.

"No, but seriously. Are you actually leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah. The new term starts for us all in a few days."

"So, leave in a few days," Namjoon whines.

"That's not enough time to get ready for the term."

"But I'll be so alone without you."

He gives you an exaggerated pout that splits into a real smile when you snort at his stupid expression. He pulls you to him just a smidgen tighter then.

"Does this usually work with other girls?"

"I don't know. Never tried it with other girls," he frowns a little at you.

"Sure."

"You know me and the team almost went to Club BigHit last Saturday?"

"Oh, really? That's kinda funny." You try to imagine what might have happened if he'd come to the same club you went to earlier.

"Yeah," Namjoon's voice grows quiet. "If I hadn't gotten sick then we would have met last week."

"Yeah, maybe."

"You sure you can't miss a few days of the term?"

"Yes, I'm sure." You let out an exasperated laugh. "You can't really be this upset that an actual stranger is just passing through your life."

"No, I know. I just—," he lets his head fall forward until he's touching his forehead to yours. "It was like something clicked when I saw you. I feel like I need more time with you."

"Oh," your voice comes out a little breathier than you expected.

The same look that had flashed across his face when you first came up to him finally gets to rest on his features. You want to let him down gently because you really can't play catch up during the first week of school.

"Tell you what. I can't miss the beginning of the term but if you make a song with my name in it and it gets...say, 50,000 listens, I'll buy a ticket that same day and come meet you. Wherever you are."

He pins you with a look then, inquisitive and dark. His eyes scan your open expression for something, before whatever he finds passes the test. He stands up tall.

"And it just needs to have 50,000 listens?"

In your mind you were thinking it would be too lofty for a failed SoundCloud rapper, but something in his tone sounds like he's rising to the challenge and it makes you nervous. You spent a lot on this vacation, you can't afford to actually fly out so soon if he somehow managed to get the listens and call your bluff. Besides, targets are off limits.

"Um, actually make that 150,000. And it has to have my area code in it too." You rattle off the three digits to him and he quickly types your conditions into the notes app on his phone.

"Is that it?"

"That's it, I guess."

"Deal."

Namjoon pockets his phone and leans back into your space. Any worries you had clawing to the forefront of your mind vanish when he presses soft lips to yours once more.

A month passes.

You don't end up having a one-night-stand with Namjoon because it wouldn't be fair to your friends when they'd clicked with a target but didn't take them home. That and because Dani got sick on the dance floor from mixing strawberry daiquiri with one too many pink drinks. But you do pass on your full number after he very nearly begs you to give it to him while packing into a cab.

And then he never used it.

It's not that you were expecting much, but when a month passes with not so much as word from him, you figure he forgot about you and your little bet.

Then 2 months pass.

Even though you know that you only spent a fraction of a day with him, you can't help thinking about Namjoon. Namjoon and his pretty eyes and pretty words that made you think there was some sort of connection there. You realize after the first two weeks back that you don't have his number but by the time 2 months pass, you realize that was definitely on purpose.

4 months pass.

You're over it, swamped with end of term work like finals and grading and putting in hours at work. But every time your friends suggest a little fun and hooking you up with someone, every time someone asked for your number at a coffee shop, you said no. Because you're over it and you're busy and not at all disappointed for how hard you fell for the lies some failed SoundCloud rapper fed you on a vacation one time.

19 weeks pass.

You're all in Lia's apartment, basking in the first few days of the end of classes even if it means finals are a few days later. Alexa is playing her favorite playlist on the speakers and you're taking a break to get some coffee going in the small kitchenette.

While the coffee machine starts up you wander back to the main room. Alexa is leaning over to turn the music up, one of her favorite songs just now coming up.

"Who's this again," Dani pipes up from her spot on the couch. "It's that one guy's collab with the Bulletproof Girlscouts, right?"

"Yep," Alexa checks the song title before sighing. "This song is so old now."

"True, but it's my favorite one on the whole album."

"I guess it really has been two years since his last album, huh." Dani muses and then goes back to her practice problem set.

You try not to laugh at how cute Alexa looks sulking because her favorite artist hasn't put out any music in so long.

"Why don't you just play his new stuff," Lia says.

"He's on indefinite hiatus. This is as new as it gets."

Lia picks up her own phone, showing it to the group.

"He released a new single this morning."

"What!"

Alexa scrambles from her seat to grab her headphones and jam them into her phone. You all know how she gets about her music and let her have a moment to soak up the new song while you get up to check on the coffee.

It takes a few minutes to get cups out and put everything together since everyone has different tastes, so you're in the middle of pouring creamer when you hear a chorus of screams.

"Why are we screaming?"

You rush into the main room again only to be bombarded with music from the speaker, this time turned up as high as it can go. What must be the new song comes through the speaker, the bass vibrating on the ground as the speaker pumps.

"Okay, yes, new song. It's good but I don't get—"

"Just listen to the fucking bridge," Dani's voice comes out incredibly shrill as she cuts you off.

The beat surges for the bridge and suddenly the lyrics turn into the artist growling about some girl he met at the club with the prettiest little white outfit he'd ever seen. Saying something that sounds oddly like your name, although you figure that can't be right. But then the next verse has your name in it too, and the next one, and the next one.

Your feet take you to where Alexa's phone is plugged in and you pick up the phone to look at the song. It's indeed a song by her favorite artist, a prolific and mysterious rapper who's never shown his face and who'd been on hiatus from making music. The song title is simple, a small string of numbers that look suspiciously like your area code.

When you let out a tiny gasp, your friends let out more excited shrieks. You ignore them in favor of thumbing through the music app to the artist's page where the new single lies at the top of his discography. To the right of all his songs are the stream counts. Most of his older songs have a few dozen million or so. This brand new one sits at a modest 4 million, but the numbers trickle up as the app updates them in real time.

"What the hell?"

"I know!" Alexa cries, tears shining in her eyes. "I can't believe we sat in a VIP booth with him and I didn't even recognize his stupid voice!"

"What are you gonna do," Dani smiles widely at your stunned face. "Are you gonna call him?"

"I don't have his number," you say simply. Your voice comes out monotone with shock.

"You didn't get his number?" Alexa starts crying for real.

"People are blowing my phone up about this," Lia says once the song ends and begins again on a loop. "You might want to turn off your phone. It's just a matter of time until people start snooping around."

"Right."

You grab your phone from your pocket. On instinct you scan through your socials one last time before turning it off. There's a startling number of texts, calls, emails, and notifications on your social media apps. Curiosity gets the best of you and you open up one of them only to find your name trending as the top hashtag. Clicking on it brings up a bunch of tweets both from fans raving about the new song and wondering who the muse is, to random accounts with identical names in the handle all claiming to be said muse.

"Oh my god, he tweeted!" Dani shoves her phone into your hands.

As of right now [2:38pm] we're at 5.76 million streams. That's more than 150,000...

"What does that mean," she asks you.

"It means...he wants me to fly out to see him. Today."

"Oh my god."

Alexa screams again and at this point you've lost count of how many that is. Lia gets out of her chair and tucks her chin over your shoulder to read the post herself.

"You need to go," Alexa shouts. "I'll help you pack, let's go."

"What about finals?"

"Are you—are you actually thinking of not going because of finals?"

"I mean—"

"If you want me die, just say that," she does something with her mouth that looks like a manic smile.

"What Lex means to say is that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I'm sure even the profs would understand."

You're not sure what to say. First of all, you still don't have his number. Second of all, you're not sure how to fight through all the other accounts claiming to be you to let him know you saw the song. Third, you don't even know where to fly to. Fourth—

A Twitter notification chimes from your phone and a deadly hush falls over everyone. You go to your DM inbox with shaking fingers only to find a message request from an unknown sender. When you open the request, it's from Namjoon's agency.

Good afternoon,

You are being contacted today because one of our artists wishes to meet you. If you consent to the meeting, please review the flight information and tentative itinerary below and respond with your address and contact information. Please also note that the travel plans are for today [MM/DD/YYYY], so your response at your earliest convenience would be much appreciated. If you would like to go but cannot make it today—

"Do you think they'll send a car or should I book her a ride to the airport now?" Dani turns to Alexa.

"They'll probably send one to make sure the schedule is followed."

"That's true but what about—"

Lia taps you on the shoulder, startling you out of your stupor.

"There's a convenience store two doors down. Whatever you buy we can put in one of my suitcases and you can just take that. There's probably not enough time to go all the way back to your place."

"I—yeah, okay."

7 hours later finds Alexa, Dani and Lia finished with studying for the night. The entertainment channel is playing on the TV and the three of them have their heads bent over their phones and laptops, refreshing all the major gossip sites for updates.

"Maybe she's not even there yet," Dani sighs when the page she just refreshed shows no new posts.

"Yeah, I mean we still don't even know where she is," Lia says while putting her laptop to sleep. "What if they made her sign an NDA?"

"Even if they did, she'd probably still tell us once she got there. She's probably just busy killing time on the plane."

"She's sleeping!" Alexa screams a second later.

"Huh? How do you know that?"

"Check his instagram," is all she says before frantically typing a message to you about souvenirs.

Lia looks over at Dani's phone as she pulls up Namjoon's page. The rest of the layout is bare given his up until recent hiatus and the fact that he never posted any type of selfie. The video uploaded a mere 20 seconds ago undoes all the previous minimalism of the entire account.

The post isn't even of Namjoon. It's a black and white 5 second video of the top half of your naked back and shoulders, the rest of your body covered by the sheets. One of your arms is raised to cover your head with a pillow. The only sign of Namjoon is the arm that reaches out from the bottom of the frame, making it clear that he took the video himself. His hand reaches out to trace a heart over the skin of your shoulder blade. The caption reads:

Thanks for keeping your promise

[dudemanauthor]

Blown Out of Proportion [Part 2]

Author's Note: This is definitely the lewder of the two parts (assuming there isn't a third part somewhere in the future, which I doubt will be the case).

Also, 'Miss Smokin' Hot Body' is an actual thing Weiss has said to Yang in one of the anthology comics, the same one that 'Weiss' Character Growth' was based on.

If there was one thing Weiss started to hate, it was standing in line at the cafeteria. Ever since she started indulging her fetish with Yang’s help, her stomach capacity had increased by an incredible amount, and the pair loved stuffing their bellies to their limits. Spending so much time doing that, it was inevitable that plenty of extra weight piled onto both of them. For Weiss, most of it settled onto her belly, rounding it out and making her look six or seven months pregnant at all times, even when her stomach was empty. Her hips, thighs and rear also took on a pretty decent amount of it, making them nice, thick and soft. A little bit went to her chest, but it was clear that Weiss was a bottom-heavy girl. All of this made things very awkward, with her time out in public making Weiss certain that the rest of the world was ogling her and the outfits that she was straining to fit into. To make things worse, a very confident Yang just loved to tease her about the pair’s gains. Part of it was teasing Weiss about her size, but Yang was more than happy to use her own gains to tease. And what a gain it was, with Yang’s whole wide body covered in a thick, dense layer of fat and with a pretty decent amount of meaty muscles. Of course, with all the fat there was guaranteed to be some softness, and that came from her pleasantly plump rear, which really emphasised the way her wide hips swung as she walked, her generous chest, which was about one wrong move from bursting out of Yang’s uniform top, and her low hanging potbelly that jiggled and bounced whenever Yang moved and just barely stopped Yang from being able to see her own toes on the rare occasion that her bountiful bosom wasn’t in the way.  

Today, Weiss hoped that having Ruby between the two of them would keep Yang from embarrassing her too much, even if Ruby knew about Weiss and Yang’s ‘shared interests’ and was more supportive than any of them would have expected. Unfortunately for Weiss, Yang found a way around that, although it was more accurate to say she found a way through it. Yang had shuffled forward, pushing Ruby into Weiss’ back, getting a surprised “eep” out of both Weiss and Ruby. Yang kept shuffling forward, making Ruby sink in between Yang’s fat front and Weiss’ plump rear. Weiss went bright red as she stepped forward to free Ruby, before turning and stepping just out of the way of the approaching wall of Yang.

“Yang, please, can this wait?” Weiss said, pointing sternly at the beyond buxom blonde.

“Hey, it’s not like I’m hurting anyone with all this padding,” Yang defended with a sly smile, patting her soft belly and making it jiggle just a touch.

“I don’t mind, you can keep going,” Ruby interjected, a spacey smile on her face.

“Please don’t encourage them Ruby,” Blake’s voice of reason said from behind Yang’s vast body. She poked her head around Yang to properly address the rest of her team. “You two know your combat class grades are slipping, and we don’t want it to get worse, even if Yang is much stronger now. We’re going to the gym to train after this,” Blake stated as Ruby snapped back into reality.

“Uh, y-yeah, training, kicking some practice dummy’s butt and stuff,” Ruby unconvincingly agreed. Yang leaned around and whispered in Weiss’ ear.

“After that, we’re totally going and turning ourselves into food blimps at a buffet tonight, right?”

“Of course,” Weiss whispered back.

“Ooh, can I come too?” Ruby joined in, literally inserting herself into the conversation out of nowhere, making Weiss and Yang jump out of surprise.

“Uh, maybe another time,” Yang said, earning an adorably sad pouty face from Ruby.

---

That evening, Yang and Weiss, dressed in some slightly modified yet still not properly fitting combat gear, made their way to a quiet little buffet near the air bus station near the edge of Vale. The pair loaded up heavy plates of hearty meat and carbs with lashings of sauce and set them down at their table with an audible thud. As the pair started to eat, Yang paused as a thought began to cross her mind.

“Hey Weiss, what… what exactly are we?” Weiss swallowed a big mouthful of food and sat up.

“What do you mean by that?” Yang leant in towards Weiss and kept her voice low.

“It’s just, we’ve been doing this for a couple of months now, and I don’t know if we’re, y’know, a thing, or even what type of thing we’d be.” Weiss nodded as she processed what Yang said, sneaking in some food while Yang spoke.

“Well, I have to agree, this is an odd sort of relationship. Even odder is your sister’s… enthusiasm?” Yang let out a snigger, muffled by the food she was nibbling on while Weiss spoke.

“Yeah, that’s a word for it. How many times has she asked to tag along?” Yang asked rhetorically.

“Good point. It’s hard to tell sometimes if she wants to be like us or wants us to just get bigger, or wants us to get together, or even if she honestly just wants us to go places as a team.”

“Yeah, she’s full of mixed messages, but that’s a whole separate thing. I’m more thinking about us. We can figure out Ruby another time. Can’t be that urgent to deal with her, right?” Weiss nodded in agreement as she swallowed some more food.

“Right. And about us…” There was a pause as Weiss searched for the right words. “I’m not sure if a serious relationship is the right thing for us…”

“Then how about being friends with benefits?” Yang suggested. Weiss tilted her head quizzically and Yang could figure out what she would be asking if her mouth wasn’t full. “It’s basically what we’re doing now, playing to each other’s fetishes, going out on dates, just without the whole ‘being girlfriends’ thing. Heck, we could even… spice things up if you want. Either way, it’s fun and there’s barely any strings attached. I think it could work.” Weiss nodded in agreement.

“Very well, ‘friends with benefits’ it is.” Yang’s beautiful smile beamed as she heard Weiss’ answer. “As for spicing things up…”

“Don’t worry Weiss, that doesn’t mean dumping Mistralian spices on our mountains of food. I know you’re not a fan of spicy food. It’s more, y’know, getting intimate. I’d go into more detail, but that might not be the best idea in public.” A smirk snuck onto Yang’s face. “Of course, doesn’t mean I can’t tease you…”

“Oh please. You’ve teased me so much, I’ve developed an immunity to it,” Weiss boasted. Yang’s smirk grew.

“Right, sure, I totally believe you. Try saying that again when you’re about to burst out of that dress,” Yang sarcastically drawled, her eyes getting a devilish glint in them as she spotted the slightest hint of a shiver come from Weiss.

“At least my blubbery belly isn’t on display constantly, wobbling in peoples’ faces,” Weiss retorted. Yang let out a laugh.

“Not bad, butterball. Hope you can keep the teasing up,” Yang challenged. Weiss couldn’t help but rise to the challenge, both with teasing Yang about her own growth, and also with the amount of food she was putting away. Neither of the two of them were slouches when it came to their eating ability, fuelled by something that overshot mere gluttony a long time ago. They weren’t just eating their food, they were devouring it, only stopping to load their plates up high again. By the time they had finished, there were a fair few astonished eyes on them. Yang undid her jacket and let her rock-hard and round belly hang out, free for everyone to see. Weiss, on the other hand, was an errant stretch away from tearing out of her dress. She was almost certain that she’d popped a seam, and was too afraid to check in case it got worse. She felt the rest of the restaurant’s judgemental eyes burning into her and she loved it. They hauled their bloated bodies out of their chairs and out of the restaurant to waddle back to Beacon.

“You have no shame, do you?” Weiss said in a haughty tone, undercut by her moans as she walked, cradling her packed belly.

“Why should I?” Yang said oh so innocently. “I’m not the one about to burst out of their clothes.” Weiss’ cheeks took on a dusting of a blush thanks to Yang’s word choice. “It’s a good look for you, by the way. Way better than scrawny old you.”

“And you went from hot to hotter, Miss Smokin’ Body,” Weiss replied, unable to keep a straight face as Yang burst into whole body laughter that made everything but her stuffed stomach wobble like jelly.

“Some day you saying that won’t be funny, and today is not that day,” Yang said, chuckling slightly.

---

Around a week later, Team RWBY was relaxing in the team dorm room for the afternoon before dinner in their uniforms. Weiss was studying at the desk, Blake was going over the assigned reading on her bed and Ruby was eating probably too many cookies while her homework was next to her so she could act like she was studying. Yang, on the other hand, was studying something very different on her scroll. She leapt from the bed, every inch of her body jiggling as she landed, leaving her glad she’d skipped her blazer today, since that was getting dangerously tight lately. She sidled up to Weiss nice and quiet, before throwing her arms around Weiss.

“Heya Snowball,” Yang said sweetly. When Weiss turned to at Yang, one of Yang’s hands shot up, holding Weiss’ head in place as she went in. From Ruby and Blake’s perspective, it was only a kiss. Yang and Weiss knew better, as Weiss felt Yang blowing air into her, bloating her belly up. Blake did her best to ignore the pair, while Ruby let out a cheer.

“Yay, you guys are together together now!” Ruby celebrated. When the room went quiet, Yang and Weiss’ moans helped Ruby pick up on what was really happening, and the brief glimpse Ruby got of Weiss’ ballooning belly made it clearer. “Oh wait, you’re blowing her up,” Ruby said with unbridled excitement. “Blow her up! Blow her up!” she began to chant. This egged Yang on and made Weiss even more flustered and red-faced, hoping her already somewhat snug blouse and blazer would hold until Yang was done.

Soon, Yang finished up and admired her handywork. It was hard to take Weiss’ indignant complaints seriously, thanks to her chubby cheeks, red face and big inflated belly, hands gently rubbing it, legs rubbing together for a touch of friction. Yang turned to face the rest of her team, revealing that her belly, which she was unconsciously rubbing, was a bit firmer and rounder than before.

“So, what do you guys think of my not-so-little prank?” Yang said smugly.

“Get a new prank,” Blake answered instantly but quietly.

“Oh my gosh, that was so cool! I wanna try it!” Ruby blurted out, earning an annoyed groan from Blake. Yang looked back at the recovering Weiss, silently asking her question.

“I’ll do it,” Weiss said, making Ruby cheer, before Weiss turned to point a finger at Yang. “And for doing that, you have to organise our next dinner together, and it had best be an incredible night.”

“Eh, I’ll live,” Yang said, not really regretting her choice. Weiss grabbed Ruby’s hand and quickly dragged her into the bathroom.

“So, is this something you’ve done before?” Weiss asked.

“Nah, but it can’t be that hard, right?” Ruby replied. Weiss shut the door behind the pair.

“We still need to lay down some ground rules. It’s important to be safe when doing this, and that is why you’ll stop when I start tapping on you. Got it?” Weiss explained. Ruby nodded eagerly, before leaning in to smooch Weiss, huffing and puffing into Weiss’ mouth, bloating her belly even more. Weiss’ belly fully rounded out and grew firm and tight, straining the buttons of her blouse and blazer even more, making little gaps where her pale, stretched flesh could be seen under her tops. Weiss let out a moan as she shifted her mouth to deepen the kiss, letting air flow easier and quicker. As Weiss’ shirt buttons were on the verge of giving out, Weiss moaning all the while, she quickly tapped on Ruby’s shoulder. It took a second for Ruby to remember what that meant, before she let Weiss go and stepped back to catch her breath. She looked Weiss up and down, seeing her bright red cheeks, watching her chest rise and fall with quick, shallow breaths and watching her entire body shiver and shake.

“So, uh, did I do okay?” Ruby asked nervously. Weiss clamped her mouth shut, trying not to let any moans out as she gave Ruby a shaky thumbs-up. Ruby let out a cheer as she burst out of the bathroom. “I did it! Weiss liked it!” Ruby celebrated.

“Hey, good going. Up high!” Yang said, putting her hand up for a high five that Ruby leapt for. As Ruby landed, Yang caught a glimpse of Ruby’s slightly rounded belly. “Looks like someone’s been having a few too many cookies,” Yang teased as she patted Ruby’s belly. Ruby let out an “eep!” as she leapt back and covered herself with her cloak. “Alright, I’m gonna go check on Weiss,” Yang finished, heading into the bathroom.

“That’s it, I’m joining Team JNPR,” Blake said in a deadpan voice as she got up and left the room.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Yang stood, admiring a shivering Weiss who looked like she was about to explode out of her clothes.

“Ooh, Weiss, you’re looking like a hot mess,” Yang purred as she sashayed up to Weiss. “Did you enjoy your time with Ruby?” Yang asked as she knelt down, putting Weiss’ smooth, round belly at eye-level, making Weiss shake even more. Yang reached out to gently rub Weiss’ belly, barely glancing it. “Oh, wow, it’s so tight. Way tighter than that time with the E-Dust,” Yang remarked.

“Explain… later… rub… now…” Weiss gasped between breaths.

“With pleasure,” Yang said with a smirk. She leaned it to place a soft kiss on Weiss’ stretched tight skin, before her hands got to work, gently massaging Weiss’ belly, sending jolts of pleasure all throughout Weiss’ body. This was almost getting to be too much to handle, between the attention Yang was giving her and the incredible sensation from her bloated gut. It took all of Weiss’ energy to focus and speak.

“Grab the pump and dust,” Weiss ordered. Yang snapped back to reality and shot up.

“Right away.” With that, Yang hopped up and went back out into the main dorm room where Ruby was. “Hey, where’s Blake?” she asked.

“I think we’re weirding her out too much, so she went to hang out with JNPR,” Ruby explained as Yang pulled the bookshelf away from the wall to retrieve the hidden pump and two vials of the E-Dust. “Hey, what’s that stuff for?” Ruby asked. Yang went up to Ruby and ruffled her hair.

“Oh Ruby, stay young forever,” Yang said with a soft smile. With that, Yang was heading back into the bathroom and Ruby was alone again, with Yang and Weiss’ secret stash revealed. An idea snuck into Ruby’s head, and Ruby was more than happy to listen to it as she snuck towards the stash.

Back in the bathroom, Yang was busy picking her jaw up from the flaw. The jaw-dropping sight in front of her was a nude Weiss standing in the shower, with all her bountiful curves reveal and Weiss more than happy to flaunt them. Weiss’ hands ran up and down her body, tracing out her expanded outline, before a small burp threw her off. Yang couldn’t help but let out a little laugh as she stepped into the shower.

“Hope you’re ready for this,” Yang teased as she stashed the pump and dust and held Weiss in as tight an embrace as their bigger bodies could manage. They both leant in and locked lips. They started slow at first, warming up, but soon, as if all on its own, the kiss began to deepen and the pair’s hands began to wander. Weiss’ hands drifted upwards to Yang’s blouse, undoing the tie and popping open a few buttons, enough to reveal the navy-blue bra that Yang’s breasts were pouring out of. A muffled moan from Yang egged Weiss on, and the rest of Yang’s top buttons were undone, revealing the wide, soft gut with a touch of bloating. As the pair made out, Yang reached for the pump and slipped it into Weiss, pulling a moan from Weiss’ lips.

“Do it,” Weiss growled, “pump me up until I’m ready to burst!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not holding back,” Yang reassured in a sultry tone as she began to pump with one hand and fondle with the other while she peppered Weiss’ neck and collarbone with kisses and little nibbles. As the pressure built and built, Weiss couldn’t hold her moans back, letting them echo through the bathroom. Before long, the moans became screams of pleasure. Weiss’ nails dug into Yang’s flesh, sinking into the dense fat, ending some electric pleasure through Yang’s spine. Yang jolted up, her eyes beginning to fade red, and leant in towards Weiss’ ear. Yang growled out an order. “On your knees.” Weiss let out a shiver as she slowly and carefully lowered herself to her knees, back against the wall and her belly almost poking out past the shower entrance. Yang stripped out of her skirt and panties, tossing them somewhere near Weiss’ clothing pile, before picking up the dust vials. “Now, I’ve got a little dust for you. I’ll give it to you if you eat me out, okay?” Yang asked.

“Yes! Gods, yes, please! I need it!” Weiss pleaded. Yang let out a low chuckle.

“Hmm, such a needy little girl,” Yang purred, before ducking down to open Weiss’ mouth. She rested the vial on Weiss’ lower lip and tipped about half the vial in. All of a sudden, Weiss’ belly didn’t feel quite to tight and full, but she definitely felt it filling up again. Yang stood back up, downed the rest of the E-Dust and began pumping again. “Start eating,” she ordered, using a hand to hold Weiss’ face up to her core. As Weiss’ agile tongue went to work, one of Weiss’ hands rose up to rub Yang’s rapidly growing belly, while the other went down to give Weiss some much needed relief. Pain and pleasure filled Yang’s body as she inflated quickly, outpacing Weiss by a lot. Her hand went from guiding Weiss’ head to holding the wall to keep Yang upright, despite her achingly tight belly and Weiss’ cunnilingus threatening to make her double over in pain and pleasure. “Ah! It’s so much! It hurts so good!” Yang cried out, feeling like she was inches from bursting and orgasming. Before either could happen, she felt Weiss letting out an almighty moan into her core as Weiss had a whole-body orgasm, the pleasure shooting through every last nerve. That set Yang off on her orgasm, feeling it stronger and more powerfully than any of her other orgasms.

As their orgasms wound down, Yang staggered out of the shower, carefully manoeuvring so that her tight, reddening belly didn’t bump into the shower walls, before lying down on the ground. Properly focused, Yang saw that her belly had shot out past her impressive chest and was about the size of a yoga ball, possibly even bigger. Weiss slunk out after, her face flushed and her belly barely smaller than Yang’s, which the pair could see as they lay on the floor next to each other and saw their bellies rise into the air.

“Wow, that was… wow,” Yang said dreamily. Weiss tried to roll over to cuddle with Yang, but her belly was too large and too firm to allow it. Instead, Weiss just decided to shuffle over to rub Yang’s belly, return the favour. What neither of them expected was that just a minute of rubbing Yang’s belly would make Yang climax again, but that’s what it did, complete with Yang’s back arching and orgasmic moans slipping from Yang’s lips. “Holy crap, I didn’t know I could do that,” Yang said, gasping with surprise once she’d recovered.

“Well, with how incredible this feels, can you really be surprised?” Weiss asked. Yang thought on it for a moment.

“I mean, with a semblance like mine, I’m not surprised that I like it when it hurts. Never expected to get off to turning into a walking balloon though,” Yang explained.

“I agree. I’ve never had orgasms this pleasurable until I started inflating, but this has to have been the best I’ve ever had,” Weiss said with a soft smile. Yang smiled softly back at Weiss and leant up to gently kiss Weiss on the forehead.

“Glad I could help.”

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After a few days of enjoying their classmates’ stares, Weiss and Yang’s bloated bellies returned to normal. Definitely not small, but at least not as big as they were. And it was all in time for the pair to head out to another buffet and stuff themselves silly, making them big and full all over again.

Ruby, meanwhile, had the dorm room all to herself after Weiss and Yang left and Blake went out to the school gym, not too subtly hinting that maybe Ruby should join her and work off the chub that was beginning to form on her. Ruby had something very different in mind for her afternoon. She hadn’t bothered to get out of her pyjamas, which were beginning to hug her slowly growing curves. Instead, she was seated on the edge of Weiss’ bunk, eyeing up the two E-Dust vials she dug out of their hiding spot. Ruby was smart enough to figure out what they did, especially after their most recent use, when Yang and Weiss came out looking like they’d swallowed yoga balls.

“Huh, so how’s this stuff meant to work?” Ruby thought out loud, shaking the vials slightly. “Do I just chug it or…” Then an idea struck. “I could try a couple of methods.” She separated the vials, putting one in each hand. “Okay, so this one,” she explained to herself, shaking one of the vials, “I’ll just swallow and hope it goes okay. And this one,” she said, shaking the other one, “can go in one of the water bottles in the minifridge.” Satisfied with her plan, Ruby sorted out the water bottle for later, hoping no one would touch her bottle. Then, she stood up, popped the cap of her vial of E-Dust, and downed the whole thing in one go. There was a pause. The pause stretched out, longer and longer. “Aw crud, did I get a dud?” Ruby let out a little chuckle. “Heh, that rhymed. I’m so cool.”

Then, all of a sudden, her belly seemed to feel instantly full, like she’d just stuffed it to the brim with cookies and strawberries and whipped cream and all manner of sweet things in a single moment. Then, she felt it stretch and bloat, creating more room in her stomach and instantly filling it in what felt like an endless cycle. It kept on growing and growing. Ruby felt the tightness of her pyjama top and pants as her belly surged out of them. Her belly began to ache, becoming more bloated than Ruby had ever been. Ruby stared, transfixed by the incredible sight. Shivers began to run up Ruby’s spine as pleasure mixed in with the aches of her overfilled belly. She sat down, fearing that her wobbly legs would give out beneath her. As she sat down, her belly rested on her lap, filling it up and causing Ruby to think carefully about how she sat, trying to find the least uncomfortable position to sit in. Ruby’s breaths naturally grew shallow, despite her excitement making her pant quickly. Then, finally, she lay back and let the inflation happen. Her belly soared into the air, growing almost unbearably large and aching like nothing Ruby had ever felt. But Ruby was loving this conflicted sensation as she lay back and enjoyed and savoured every second of it, not sure whether she wanted to keep this a secret or have the rest of the team walk in on her.

Meanwhile, out in the dormitory building halls, Weiss and Yang were waddling back from their lunch date. They didn’t get as large as they usually did, but they still put away a very respectable amount of food into nice, round bellies that the pair were happily rubbing. It was enough to set Weiss on a short burping spree as she stifled short little burps, but not stifled enough to stop Yang from noticing it.

“Heh, better out than in, right?” Yang joked, gently elbowing Weiss. Weiss did her best to try and look properly embarrassed, but Yang could see that little hint of arousal that slipped out when others caught Weiss in her more gluttonous moments. “Bet it’s a real turn-on to let it all out, isn’t it?” That was enough to get Weiss properly embarrassed and even indignant as she put on an indignant pout.

“Hey, just let me enjoy myself,” she snapped, before mellowing out, spying an opportunity to retaliate. “Besides, it’s not as if you don’t enjoy things like this.”

“Guilty as charged, Snowball,” Yang coolly responded, putting a free arm around Weiss’ shoulders. On their way back to the dorm room, the informal couple bumped into Blake, who mentioned Ruby’s extra weight, before realising that she wasn’t exactly playing to the right audience. Then, as the trio approached the door, they could hear Ruby’s laughter from the other side. “Blake, ‘cause I know you’re gonna say something, I’m sure it’s just her video games or whatever,” Yang said quickly.

“Wasn’t gonna say anything, but whatever…” Blake mumbled, more for herself than anyone else. As the trio opened, it was immediately clear that hypothetical Blake was right, and it wasn’t Ruby just goofing off with video games. They saw a heavily inflated Ruby, practically in her own little world, gently slapping out a tune on her tight as a drum belly, which was about the size of the rest of her combined, and giggling at the feeling and the sounds it made. “Oh, great, you’ve corrupted her,” Blake said, truly exasperated. “I might actually try to join Team JNPR now.” Yang let out a shrug.

“Eh, your loss, Blakey.” Blake stepped past her fat teammates and up to the minifridge. The sound of the fridge cracking open snapped Ruby back into reality just in time for her to see Weiss and Yang moving into the room and see Blake cracking open the bottle of E-Dust water.

“Blake, wait!” Ruby cried out. But it was too late. A small mouthful of water had already gone down the hatch.

“Ugh, what now?” Blake grumbled, before her stomach began acting like it was tossing and turning. “Ooh, this feels funny,” Blake groaned, before her belly let out its own groan. Her belly lurched forward like a water balloon, sloshing about and shoving her vest up and out of the way, fortunately keeping the buttons intact.

“I’m sorry Blake, I didn’t mean to let this happen to you,” Ruby apologised, face like a kicked puppy. Yang’s response was less sympathetic as she threw her head back and laughed and laughed and laughed. Blake, turning red with embarrassment and a touch of annoyance, grabbed Yang with one hand and shoved the water bottle into Yang’s mouth with the other. Instead of any sort of surprise or concern, Yang let out quiet little moans. Suddenly feeling like her impulsive revenge became a chance for Yang to use her, Blake quickly took the bottle out of Yang’s mouth. But it was too late for any physical effects to be avoided, as Yang started to fill up like a walking water mattress. Thinking quickly, Yang grabbed Weiss and dragged her towards the bathroom.

“C’mon, quick, before I get too big to fit through the door,” Yang said hurriedly, carefully moving her big, sloshy belly through the doorway and closing it behind them, taking the bottle with them. With the pair gone, it was just Ruby and Blake. With Weiss and Yang no longer commanding the team’s attention, Ruby slipped back into her own world. With Ruby distracted, Blake only had her uncomfortable and noisy belly to vie for her attention, as it groaned and churned and sloshed the very moment she moved even a millimetre. She slowly and carefully made her way back to her bed, picking up a book to distract herself with. As she lay on the bed, trying her absolute best to try and focus on the book. As she did, two semi-related things were on her mind, having some normal gods-damned teammates instead of these weirdos, and possibly hiding out with Team JNPR until things blew over or until she graduated, and she wasn’t entirely opposed to the second. Still, all of that had to wait until she didn’t look like she’d just incorporated an entire water cooler into her belly.