#ive been lacking the motivation lately :((((

[jouyato]

chibi doodle

[lunar-wandering]

103

ok fine i'll post it properly. ive had this in my wips for almost a year cause even though i had like another 20k planned, i just got seriously stuck, and i don't think i'll get unstuck anytime soon. so i wrote a much quicker looser ending for it. i might return to this eventually, write the other 20k as a sequel, but who knows.

Word Count: 4k

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Mei looked up from her phone for what felt like the 100th time that day. Quietly, she scanned the room.

Yep. They were still at it.

MK and Pigsy simultaneously, yet seemingly without noticing each other, turned their heads to briefly glance at Wukong and Macaque, before turning back to what they were previously doing. Wukong and Macaque seemed unaware of it, still having the same silent staring contest they’d been having for the past 15 minutes, ever since Macaque had emerged from the shadows of a nearby wall.

This wouldn’t be that abnormal, really.

That is, if it weren’t for the fact that Pigsy and MK had done that glance like, a million times, and Mei knew that look. That was MK and Pigsy’s ‘I know something is wrong, but I’m not sure what’ look. A look they used whenever they subconsciously picked up on something that they thought warranted concern- and, usually, despite not even having known they were doing that look in the first place, they were right.

(It was quite a strange phenomena that Mei really thought should be studied by science. Apparently Tang had tried to secretly look into it at one point, but couldn’t come up with anything conclusive).

Mei herself didn’t really see anything wrong. Wukong and Macaque were just doing some sort of stupid rivalry thing, as always.

But she knew better than to dismiss an MK and Pigsy look. Especially when they were both doing it.

So clearly, something must be wrong.

And, well, better to get things over with sooner rather than later, right?

“So!” Mei said, making both monkeys startle as she suddenly popped up beside Wukong, leaning against the back of his chair. “Which one of you has something wrong with them?”

“Uh.” Wukong blinked, shared a glance at Macaque, and then tilted his head to the side, smiling innocently. “…What?”

“You heard me.” Mei said, crossing her arms. Both monkeys continued to stare at her in silence. “…Are you two playing dumb or did you really not hear me?”

“Which answer are you more likely to believe?” Wukong asked, and then winced- “Oh, I shouldn’t have asked that like that.”

“So you are playing dumb.”

“Um-”

“Your honour-” MK suddenly popped up beside Macaque’s chair, startling both of the monkeys again- “I do believe my clients should be given the chance to defend themselves before we start jumping to conclusions-”

“You were doing the Look, MK.” Mei said, MK freezing for a moment in surprise. “Pigsy was doing it too.”

“Oh. I wa- Pigsy too? Well, if that’s the case…” MK narrowed his eyes at both monkeys. Macaque stubbornly kept his gaze on Mei, while Wukong seemed to be looking everywhere he could that wasn’t at any of them.

“If you ask me.” Mei said, “Mr. Monkey King over here is the one acting the most suspicious.”

“What? Psh, no-” Wukong’s fur bristled as MK settled his gaze on him. “That’s- I’m not acting suspicious-”

“Oh, this is totally suspicious.” MK mirrored Mei’s pose by crossing his arms, raising one eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

“There is nothing going on!”

“Mhm, mhm, well, y’know-” Mei moved to stand on the other side of Macaque, leaning against his chair instead of Wukong’s. “If there was anyone who’d be able to tell that there’s something up with Monkey King…”

Both Mei and MK paused expectantly, staring at Macaque. Macaque briefly glanced at the both of them, before looking at Wukong- who was now glaring at him, eyes bright red in warning.

Macaque let out an irritated sigh.

“There is nothing wrong with Wukong.” He said, and Wukong grinned with triumph.

“Y’see? Even Maccie says-”

“You do know we all saw you intimidate him into submission, right?” Mei asked, her and MK giving Wukong twin looks of disapproval. (Macaque, meanwhile, was silently mouthing “Maccie?” to himself with obvious confusion and slight anger).

“Whaaaatttt? No, I’d never do such a thi-” Wukong’s already unconvincing sentence was cut off as an alarm suddenly started blaring from the TV. MK wasted no time in pulling his phone out, panicked, before letting out a breath that was somewhere between relieved and irritated.

“It’s Jin and Yin messing around again.” He said, “They must’ve gotten bored of whatever job they were trying to hold this time around. This shouldn’t take too long-”

“I’m coming with you.” Wukong stood up, rolling up his sleeves.

“Uh, it’s just Jin and Yin.” MK said, “Mei and I can handle-”

“Oh c’mon, can’t I have a bit of fun if I want to?” Wukong looked innocent in saying it, but MK had a firm suspicion that “having fun” was not Wukong’s real reason behind wanting to tag along. Ever since the… well, the latest near-end of the world (a title MK was hoping he would never have to update again), the Monkey King had taken to sort of hovering around, never really letting MK out of his sight for very long, especially if there was a fight going on.

He wasn’t the only one. The other’s had started being more over-protective too- MK had been woken up at 3am the other day by Mei breaking through his door, in tears, to check if he was still alive.

…Yeah. Yeah that sure was a night.

MK shook the memory out of his head, briefly glancing at the ground to school his expression back into what it was beforehand, and then let out an overdramatic world weary sigh.

“Fine, though I doubt it’ll be much fun for you.” He said, summoning the staff as he walked out of the Noodle Shop, Mei, Wukong, and Macaque trailing behind him.

“…Wait, why are you tagging along?” Mei asked, pointing at Macaque accusingly. “You’re not planning anything weird, are you?”

“I’m just coming along on the off chance Wukong gets his ass handed to him, cause I’d pay good money to see that happen and will not pass up the opportunity to witness it for free.” Macaque shoved his hands into his pockets, smirking as Wukong spun around to glare at him, walking backwards.

“Never going to happen.” Wukong hissed. Macaque raised an eyebrow, and then glanced over Wukong’s shoulder, forming a shadow portal behind the Monkey King so that he’d reappear on the sidewalk instead of running into a pole. Mei sent him a confused glance, but Wukong didn’t even notice. “I’m a master at dodging! I never even take a single hit!”

~

Wukong took a hit directly to the head.

“Fuck!” He yelled, stumbling backwards. He could just barely make out the sound of Macaque’s laughter in his ears. “Shut up- this proves nothing!”

MK landed directly beside him, swinging the staff to knock a stray brick away from himself as he focused on Wukong.

“Y’know, the last time you said that-”

“Shut it!” Wukong shoved a hand over top of MK’s mouth, “This has nothing to do with that time!”

“What time?” Mei skidded to a stop in front of the two of them, green energy still crackling off of her body. “Oooh, I sense blackmail-”

“Could you three focus on the fight?!” Macaque yelled, making the trio jump- the next second, a shadow portal opened under them, transporting them a few feet away from their prior location, and just barely keeping them out of reach of a giant flying chunk of debris. The three turned as one to where Macaque had wrapped shadow bindings around the beast that Jin and Yin had somehow managed to summon, the shadow demon sparing a single second to glare at them. “It kinda feels like I’m the only one who’s actually focused here!”

“Hey, I’m the number one at focusing-gAH!” Wukong took another direct hit to the head, this time falling backwards onto the ground, unable to recover his balance. The pavement around him cracked upon impact, sending Mei and MK slightly off-kilter for a few moments.

“Geez, seriously, what’s wrong with you?” Mei asked, hands on her hips. (Behind them, Macaque threw his hands up in the air in frustration over the realization that the three of them were still not focusing on the fight, before panickedly gripping onto the shadow bindings once more as they flickered orange and almost snapped). “You normally don’t get hit this often.”

“I’m fine.” Wukong hissed, pushing himself to his feet, wobbling slightly before seemingly regaining his balance. “Would you just drop it already? There’s nothing wrong.”

“I’m fairly sure that at the very least you might’ve just gotten a concussion.” Mei said-

And then she spun around on her heel, planting her other foot on the ground as she swung her sword, deflecting a laser that had suddenly blasted out of the beast’s mouth. MK let out a startled wheeze at this- having to pat a singed piece of his hair to ensure it hadn’t actually caught on fire.

“Where on earth did they find this thing?” MK asked, picking Wukong up with one arm despite the Monkey King’s protests as both him and Mei side-stepped another laser. Wukong struggled against MK’s grip for a second, before giving up.

“Well.” He said, going limp, which made MK have to rapidly adjust his grip as he continued to jump and weave around lasers- “It does kind of remind me of something I had in my treasure room, but that’d be ridiculous cause there’s no way they could’ve-”

Wukong was cut off as loud over-dramatic laughter rang out from atop a nearby rooftop, Jin and Yin very loudly declaring that they had managed to steal the artifact behind this beast’s existence from the Monkey King’s treasure room a few nights ago, and that they were geniuses for being able to pull off such a heist. MK paused for a brief second, and Wukong didn’t even need to look at him to know his successor was currently leveling him with a disappointed, but not surprised, stare. Wukong let out a sigh.

“Not at word.” He muttered. MK very overdramatically mimed zipping his mouth shut, but Wukong could just sense that the kid was not actually going to drop the subject.

A sudden yelp drew their attention over to Macaque, who dropped himself down into a shadow portal just before the beast could stomp one of it’s feet on top of him. The shadow bindings he’d been using to restrain it’s movement must’ve snapped, MK could just make out the remnants of them dissolving. Macaque popped back up behind a letter box, using it as cover. MK quickly joined him, Mei appearing at his side.

“Okay, do any of you fools have a plan?!” Macaque sounded like he was on the verge of having a breakdown, not that the others really noticed or cared, MK and Mei instead silently communicating with each other.

“Baseball?” MK asked, and Mei nodded, before vanishing in a green flash. Macaque didn’t even get the chance to voice his confusion as Wukong was set down beside him by MK. “Mac, keep an eye on him for a moment will ya?”

“I’m not a Wukong-sitter.” / “I don’t need a babysitter, kid-”

MK ignored the both of them, spinning the staff in a circle as he stepped out from behind the mailbox, adjusting his grip as he drew the beast’s attention.

“Yo, big guy!” He shouted, “I think it’s time you run on home! …Get it- run home, home run- …eh whatever.”

Just before the beast could smash into him, MK swung the staff, whacking the beast in the face and sending it flying up into the air. Before it could even attempt to get it’s bearings whilst spinning in mid-air, Mei rose up in dragon form behind it, then blasted it with green energy strong enough to evapourate it instantly.

“Why didn’t you two do that from the start?!” Macaque yelled, clearly frustrated, “Wukong, I swear, if you don’t get those two under contro- woah. Um, bud, you uh. You look like shit.”

“Hm?” Wukong tilted his head in confusion. A second passed, and realization set in as his eyes widened slightly.

MK only just barely managed to catch the golden flicker out of the corner of his eye before he turned around- finding Wukong looking the same as always, albeit he kept glancing at Macaque with something close to panic. MK let him stew in his nervousness for a moment, before he put the staff away and walked on over.

“Right, now that, well, that is all over with-” He said, “Let’s get back to what’s going on with you-”

“There is nothing going on with me.” Wukong ‘casually’ leaned back against the letter box-

Which caused it to rip out of the pavement and topple to the ground, sending unsent letters all across the road. Wukong whirled around and stared at it for a moment with shock, then slowly and nervously turned back towards MK.

MK crossed his arms, an expression that was somewhere between stern and angry on his face. Wukong winced-

And reached up to scratch the side of his head. For a brief second, MK’s expression of stern anger slipped into something that couldn’t be described as anything other than devastated. He knew full well what that motion meant. None of them had mentioned it, during their short little macguffin road trip, out of not wanting to bother the Monkey King, but they’d all noticed. It was kind of hard not to, considering.

Wukong himself didn’t seem to realize what he’d done though, if the look of concerned confusion on his face was anything to go by as his hand fell back down to rest by his side.

“Kid, what-” He paused as MK decided to distract himself by striding forwards, practically slamming the back of his hand against Wukong’s forehead once he got close enough. “What’re you-”

“I thought I might’ve been imagining it when I was carrying you around, but now I’m sure.” MK said, “You’ve got a fever.”

“I- psh, no.” Wukong gently smacked MK’s hand away from him, taking a step back to be out of the kid’s reach. “I don’t have a fever, I just… run hotter than most people.”

“I think I would’ve noticed by now if that were the case.” MK said, reaching out again and grabbing hold of Wukong’s arm, starting to pull him in the direction of the Noodle Shop. “C’mon, let’s just go back to my apartment and get you some medicine-”

“Hah! No.” Wukong planted his heels in the ground with enough strength to make the ground crack, forcing MK to stop in his tracks. “I don’t need any medicine, I’m the Monkey King. Besides, it’s not like your pathetic mortal medicines would work on me anyways- if there was something wrong that is. Which there isn’t.”

“Methinks the monkey doth protest too much.” Mei’s voice said, making Wukong’s fur stand on end with surprise as she appeared beside him in a green flash. “You’re totally sick, aren’t you?”

“If you mean sick as in cool, then yes.” Both MK and Mei rolled their eyes at Wukong’s words.

“So, you’re saying nothing will happen if I do…this?” Mei held up her hand- and then lightly flicked the center of Wukong’s forehead, a green spark flying off the tip of her finger. A sort of worrying looking golden crack spread across Wukong’s face-

And then Wukong’s glamours shattered.

Wukong let out a sharp noise of panic, his body flickering with gold, but despite his best attempts, he couldn’t turn his glamours back on. He instead chose to hide his face behind his arms. (Without him noticing, Mei moved her hand from the top of her head, and then moved it over top of Wukong’s, measuring his height, and quietly snickering when she realized she was now taller than him).

“How long have you been able to do that?!” Wukong asked, tail swishing back and forth in agitated panic. Mei shrugged.

“Dunno- about the same time I started training with Red Boy I think, he told me it was good to be able to know an enemy’s true appearance without the power of Golden Vision.” She said. Behind the group, Macaque, who was already standing a considerable distance away from the rest of them, took another considerable step back, as though afraid that Mei would try her new little trick on him next. Mei clapped her hands together. “Anyways! The gig is up Mr. Monkey King- you look horrible.”

MK, despite not wanting to be mean to his mentor, had to admit that Mei was right. Wukong looked absolutely dreadful. His fur was mussed up, tangled into knots in some places, not to mention the burns- some looking much more recent than others (was that from the lava they’d fallen in? MK had assumed Wukong had only let those burns appear on him as a sort of joke, or a sign of how fed up with him he was getting, considering how quickly the injuries had vanished after Wukong had finally had enough of his trial nonsense. Had he actually been injured then, and just glamoured it up afterwards so MK wouldn’t know how bad it had been? …Great, another thing for MK to feel guilty about. This was going to go right in the folder of his brain labelled “Do Not Open” in bright red ink).

MK hadn’t really gotten the chance to see Wukong’s face before his mentor had covered it up, but he was quite certain that there had been a faint flush from a fever- as well as eyebags indicating that the monkey had not had a good nights sleep in a while.

Which, apparently, the Monkey King had decided to use as an excuse.

“Oh, y’know, I’ve just had a rough past few nights.” Wukong let out a weak sounding laugh, which was not at all convincing, especially since his arms were still up hiding his face. “The lil monkeys kept waking me up, they’ve been, um. Having nightmares.”

…MK really should call bullshit on that. He knew full well that Wukong had spent at least the past week on the roof of MK’s apartment at night. But, well, saying that would reveal that he knew that was happening, and when he’d first tried to bring that subject up to his mentor, after the second night in a row of seeing him sitting up there with his golden vision…

(“Watcha talking about, bud? I was on Flower Fruit Mountain, as always! You were probably just seeing things because you were too tired. You need to sleep more, y’know?” Wukong said with a smile, patting MK on the head. MK had wanted to protest, to call the Monkey King a hypocrite, but.

One look at the slightly distressed curve of Wukong’s smile, the frantic look in his eyes…

MK couldn’t help but think back to another recent moment on a rooftop, and he decided to drop the subject).

Well. He hadn’t made much headway that time, so there wasn’t much point in bringing it up now- he suspected Wukong would just deny it even more at this point in time.

Which, speaking of denial…

“Being sleep-deprived doesn’t explain the fever.” Mei said. Wukong finally let one arm drop down, revealing red eyes, to glare at her.

“I don’t have a fever.” Wukong insisted, again. He was leveled immediately with the Disappointed But Not Surprised stare from both MK and Mei this time. A double hit. His fur bristled slightly as he covered his eyes with his arm again. “Seriously. I don’t know where you’re getting that idea from- I’m immortal, remember? I can’t get sick.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Tell that to Pigsy.” Mei used the fact that Wukong couldn’t see her to her advantage, quickly lifting him up and dashing away in the direction of the Noodle Shop, the sound of her voice telling MK to meet her there nearly completely drowned out by Wukong’s angered shriek of surprise. Within seconds, MK and Macaque were left standing alone on the sidewalk. For a moment, neither of them moved.

“…Welp.” Macaque said, “Good luck with all that, kid. You’re gonna need it.”

“Wait, what do you mean by-” Aaaaaand Macaque was gone. Great. Fantastic. MK suddenly had a really bad feeling about all of this.

Still, he pivoted on his heel and walked towards the Noodle Shop.

A loud crash and scream resounded through the area.

…Scratch that, he was running towards the Noodle Shop.

Fortunately, when he arrived, it was not to one of Pigsy’s windows being smashed to bits (again).

Unfortunately, the door was gone.

A simple glance across the street was all that was needed to locate it, but it was undeniably smashed to bits, and would not be reclaiming it’s role as a door at any point in the future. MK stood in place apprehensively. All of a sudden, he kinda wanted Nezha to show up in his mech and strike him down just so that he wouldn’t have to deal with whatever had caused Pigsy’s door to get blown right off it’s hinges.

That was incredibly unlikely to happen though. Which meant, MK had to suck it up and go through that doorless entryway.

MK was no further than one step through the entryway when a chair came flying directly at his head. He just barely managed to dodge underneath of it, hearing it clatter on the open street behind him.

“Oh, kid!” Wukong froze, holding another chair above his head as though he was about to throw it. “Sorry!! Didn’t see you there!”

If possible, Sun Wukong looked even worse than he had not even two minutes before. How someone’s physical state could devolve in so short a time, MK had no fucking clue, but the sudden manic look in Wukong’s eyes was undeniable.

“Okay.” MK said, standing up, “What is going on in here?”

“Uhhh…” Wukong seemed to lose track of his own thoughts, visibly spacing out. Mei, who’d been hiding underneath of the table beside him, used his distraction to leap up and snatch the chair out of Wukong’s hands, who immediately reacted with anger. “Hey! You can’t just take my weapon from me you little-”

Out of nowhere, Pigsy suddenly appeared, shoving a thermometer into Wukong’s mouth. Wukong made a startled sound, rearing back, and MK was surprised that the Monkey King didn’t accidentally bite the thermometer in half. MK watched as Pigsy snatched both of Wukong’s wrists before the monkey could even attempt to grab hold of the thermometer.

“And don’t you even dare think of spitting it out either.” Pigsy said, narrowing his eyes in a glare that made Wukong squirm. It was obvious the Monkey King had, in fact, been thinking of doing that.

“‘m not sick…” The thermometer beeped as soon as Wukong finished his mumbled sentence, making him wince. Pigsy let out a short huff of a laugh as he let one of Wukong’s wrists go in order to grab the thermometer.

“Yeah, we’ll see what the thermometer has to say about- 103?” He practically shouted the number. Wukong attempted to pull away from him, not getting far with Pigsy’s hand still wrapped around his wrist. Both MK and Mei looked over Pigsy’s shoulder to double check the reading.

“Oooooh.” MK hissed out, “That’s not good.”

“You should be in bed.” Pigsy said, turning and attempting to drag Wukong up the stairs to MK’s apartment- which prompted Wukong to finally gather the strength to wrestle his wrist free of Pigsy’s grip.

“I’m fine!” He insisted, despite the fact he was starting to wobble a little. MK subtly got closer to him in case he started to fall over. Wukong didn’t even seem to notice his presence, which said a lot about the Monkey King’s mental state at this current moment. “Your uh.. therm- therma- uh, thingy, ‘s just, broken, that’s all!”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Pigsy crossed his arms while subtly gesturing for MK and Mei to get ready to grab Wukong and drag him to bed by force. (They had to come up with a system way back when, during a period of time where MK refused to rest when sick. MK had learned though. A four hour long lecture from Tang was all it took for him to not try that again. Still though, none of them had forgotten the strategies that had been used against him). “You’re going to rest, now.”

“Nope! Don’t wann- don’t need to!” Wukong crossed his own arms in a mimicry of Pigsy, “Cause I’m not-”

Anyone could’ve guessed what the next word to come out of Wukong’s mouth was going to be. He’d said it at least five times already after all.

However, instead of the extremely predictable “sick��, what instead escaped Wukong’s mouth, instead of an actual word, was a noise.

A monkey noise.

All motion in the room came to a sudden stop as Wukong’s face twisted in confusion, followed by realization as he put one of his hands over his mouth, seemingly in disbelief at what he himself just did. MK quite frankly wasn’t even certain if he himself had just heard what he thought he had. He’d think that it was a brief auditory hallucination were it not for the way that Mei and Pigsy were also openly staring at the Monkey King.

“…You didn’t hear that.” Wukong eventually muttered, hand still over his mouth.

Mei, Pigsy, and MK shared a glance.

“Kids?” Pigsy said, “Get him.”

Nigh simultaneously, Mei and MK shot forwards, each grabbing hold of one of Wukong’s arms, ignoring his shrieks of protest as they dragged him upstairs to MK’s apartment. Left behind, Pigsy stared at the stairs for a moment before sighing and pulling out his phone, dialling a number.

“Demon Bull King? Sorry to bother ya, but I think we’re gonna need a lot of reinforcement.”

[bones-n-bookles]

Cave Bean for @losech 💜

[bigshoeswamp]

life’s been feeling a lot like just waiting these days

[young-botanical-genius]

just letting everyone know that my activity here may be limited for the next week or so bc i have a busy work schedule and i havent been doing too well mentally ;w;

[honeyskiies]

i think vro forgot about the blog again…

would u believe me if i said no.......

[twelvedinos]

Watching the fellowship of the ring while I work and now all I want to do is redraw scenes from the movie.

[0cta9on]

Today

Length: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff

IVE Liz x Male Reader

(Author's Note: Motivation is hard to come by these days, I hope you can forgive my lack of frequent updates. For the sake of my mental health, please imagine that Liz's eyes are the slightest bit of gray, I swear they look gray but they could easily by colored contacts :> Enjoy <3)

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It’s a Tuesday evening. Tuesdays always seemed like an awkward time of the week—way better than Mondays obviously, but still too far away from the weekend for any real excitement to build. The trees outside sway with the oncoming breeze, flecks of autumnal browns and golds dancing against the current before gently landing on the ground. The spontaneity of their movements reminds you of a certain someone that’s running a couple minutes late.

You take another sip of your coffee, warming and pleasant, as your gaze stays glued to the windowpane of the cafe, scanning each passing visage for a semblance of familiarity. You never had this habit before knowing her. In a past life, you kept your head down, too sheepish to look most people in the eye. Yet now, you're actively searching for the eyes of strangers, waiting until you see that glimpse of gray like the sky before a storm.

It’s a little creepy, you admit, but a billion weird glances are worth it for that split second where your eyes meet and you feel light as a feather, like the autumn breeze could carry you away with the leaves.

Across the street, the crowd splits like curtains at the start of the play to reveal the star of the show—Liz, weaving through the crowd and wearing that same apologetic look that’s become an unofficial symbol for the start of your meetings.

“I’m so sorry for being late!” she says, her voice ringing alongside the jingle of the cafe’s door.

“It’s okay,” you chuckle. “I haven’t been waiting long.”

“Still,” she removes her scarf and drapes it against her chair, the same cyan checkered scarf you bought her last year after she lost her old one, “This is, like, the millionth time I’ve been late, I feel awful about it!”

Liz rests her head against the table in defeat and you fight every urge to pat her head and comfort her.

“It’s really okay, I swear. I don’t mind waiting a little longer for you,” you say.

A smile dances across her lips, and suddenly you’re floating. “You’re so sweet, you know that?”

Your heart pounds against the confines of your rib cage like a lovesick prisoner begging to be set free. You’ve always wondered how someone like her can exist on this planet. Someone so charming, so beautiful, so perfect in every way that her only flaw is her lack of time management. Irises like raging storm clouds, paired with the personality of a calm evening in the shade. The angle of her smile, the dimples that adorn her cheeks, the luscious waves of her hair—

“Hello?” Liz waves a hand in front of your face, bringing you back down to Earth. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, sorry, I just, um… Anyways…” Timidly, you rummage through your backpack for the reason why you invited her here in the first place, taking a little extra time to calm your nerves. “H-here,” you mutter, producing a fairly hefty box from your bag.

“Ooooooh!” Her eyes excitedly glean over its matte finish. “Are these the noise-canceling headphones you were talking about yesterday?”

“Yeah, I was wondering if you could help me test them out,” you explain.

“Of course!” With an eager grin, Liz takes out the headphones and places them on her head. “Ready when you are!” she exclaims, flashing you a thumbs up.

Liz has this super power of somehow making even the most mundane tasks feel like you’re having the time of your life. As you fiddle with the bluetooth settings on your phone, you forget that it’s just another Tuesday, you forget about the countless pairs of eyes you scanned through earlier just to find hers, you forgot about the fact that you don’t actually need these headphones and only bought them as an excuse to spend time with her.

“There we go,” you say as you press play on a song. Almost immediately, Liz starts to shimmy her arms in a goofy looking dance as she mumbles along to the lyrics. You don’t even try to hide the smirk on your face. “Can you hear me?”

“Huh?” she utters a little too loud.

Chuckling, you decide to see if the headphones are as good as advertised. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Uh, my mother is at home right now, probably watching a show or something.”

“When’s your birthday?”

“Earl grey? I don’t know, I’m not much of a tea drinker.”

You keel over with laughter from her nonsensical answers while she continues to dance on like no one is watching.

Then, an inkling of an idea slips into your mind. The smile on your face fades as that idea begins to form into something new—an opportunity. What was once glee is now replaced with an anxious excitement. Your heartbeat overpowers all the background noise and all you can focus on is the gray highlighting her eyes.

The calm before the storm.

“Liz, I…” you start, voice shaky and laced with apprehension. It’s not too late to turn back and forget about this. And yet, Liz’s lack of a reaction to your change in tone calms your nerves the slightest amount. You take a deep breath and continue going.

“…I, uh, need to tell you something important. It’s been on my mind for a long while. Like, a year at this point, and, uh…”

A choppy sigh empties from your lungs. There’s no going back after this. As the last bit of oxygen brushes past your lips, you take in another mouthful of air and clamp your eyes shut.

“I like you, Liz. As more than a friend. I really, really like you.”

As soon as those words leave your mouth, you collapse face first into the table like a rickety bridge finally crumbling underneath its own weight. You did it. Sure, she didn’t hear a thing, but you finally vocalized what you’ve been keeping inside and that’s good enough for you. Maybe one day, you’ll finally build up the courage to say it when she can actually hear you. Maybe.

The sound of plastic hitting the table jolts you back up. “Oh right, how was it?” you ask, unable to meet her eyes.

“They, uh… good,” she mutters, uncharacteristically quiet. “I-I mean, they work good.”

“G-good. That’s good.” You grab the headphones from the table and put them back into their box, making sure to unpair them from your—

Your eyes grow wide as you double and triple check your phone screen. The headphones are already unpaired.

Your mind starts to race with a million questions, but only one echoes in your head—How long were they unpaired?

You shoot your gaze back up to Liz, her once milky white cheeks now stained with a bright pink hue. Your mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out. It’s too late. You know what that reaction means. And you know what’s gonna come next.

“I-I should go,” you stutter, clumsily throwing your belongings into your backpack. How could you have been so reckless? Why didn’t you double check before attempting something as idiotic as this? You’ll have to move cities now, fake your death, create a new life on an undocumented island in the middle of the Pacific—

“I like you too.”

Her voice sounds so sweet and harmonious, you wonder if all the adrenaline pumping through your system is giving you auditory hallucinations. You’ve imagined similar scenarios to these countless times before, but to hear her actually speak those words and mean them is a whole different experience.

The tidal wave of emotions washing over you renders you completely catatonic. So you sit. You let the feelings stew. You let the smile creep onto your face until your cheeks begin to ache. You let your eyes take nervous yet excited glances towards the girl sitting next to you, watching as she does the same. Those beautiful pearls of gray, gazing at you in a way that you’ve only seen in movies, TV shows, and your dreams.

Not so bad for a Tuesday.

[seichv]

❛ WITH YOUR MOUTH.❜

clean up after yourself when you make a mess. 2.3k words.

contents: nsfw content (mdni), f!reader, daddy kink (mentioned like once), oral (both receiving), p in v, creampie, squirting, toji calls you: brat, sweetheart, slut, baby, etc.

note: i have risen from the dead friends ;D seriously though, its been a while since ive written... life's been wild of late and i was lacking motivation but im back on my zoom now hehe (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

you might have fucked up.

down spills the coffee that you chucked at toji, the brawny man standing motionless with a look of amusement as the hot liquid poured down his body, the sound of the cup tumbling onto the ground echoing in the kitchen. what exactly led to that? you may ask. quite frankly, you don’t even remember. it was likely another one of those days where you had a stick up your ass just because; with your bratty attitude leading you to get all pissy about every little thing.

and here you are, your pupils dilating as you freeze in place while watching toji’s expression. it remains indifferent for the most part, as you would expect from someone like him. that’s until his eyes trail back up to meet your face, and there’s something about his gaze that just shifts in a way. you’re gulping, your body stiffening in alarm. there’s a faint chuckle that escapes his lips before he speaks up with that gravelly voice of his. 

“c’mere.” he tells you. you know better than to disregard him, so you start stepping closer to him. though just because you’re listening to him doesn't mean you’ll do away with the bitter expression you got going on, as it's still very prominently plastered onto your face. and these steps youre taking, they’re slow as fuck. you’re definitely mistaken if you think that he’s got the patience for that shit right now.

because of that, in a blink of an eye you’ve got your throat seized by one of his meaty hands, yanking you closer and forcing you to maintain eye contact. his figure looms over yours, and you can almost see some veins seeping through his neck. “you just had to pull that shit on me, huh?” you could practically just say that he’s spitting venom with the way he's speaking. you narrowed your eyes, sucking in a sharp breath before speaking. “well, had you not been a total jackass—” 

“yeah?” toji cuts you off, his face lowering some more as his head tilts to the side, giving your throat a little squeeze. you've got some real nerve with the back-talk, and he really isn't in the mood for tolerating that shit anymore. he looks down at his drenched, coffee-stained shirt, his tongue poking out to lick the scar at the corner of his mouth before he lets out a deep, exasperated sigh.

“clean up the motherfucking mess you made,” he says. now, that would initially give you the thought of wiping the ground with a towel or mop, and maybe doing him the favor of throwing his shirt in the laundry, right? 

“with your mouth.”

… wait, what?

your eyes go wide, and you're glaring up at the man like he’s got 10 heads. he doesn't look like he's joking, really. and that’s because he’s not. it takes you a hot minute before you could get words out of your mouth. “... huh? the fuck is wrong with you? clean the damn floor with my mouth?! what’s that supposed to mean, you gross bastard—”

“to hell with the fucking floor.” he interrupts. “i didn’t say nothin’ bout the floor, dumb brat.” toji adds, his fingers trailing up toward your jaw, taking your face in his hand as he turned it side to side as he spoke, as if he were trying to get your attention. i mean, there's only one other mess other than the one on the floor. the mess on him. before you could open your mouth to muster up a response, toji speaks again. “tch, yeah. keep staring at me like a dumb little girl,” your body temperature begins to soar with his words. “take off my shirt.”

you honestly cannot believe this man. you blink rapidly with furrowed eyebrows, stuttering like a broken record. “toji, what are you even going on about right now—” 

“nah, sweetheart. don’t give me that crap.” what is this, the 1000th fucking time this man has interrupted you? goddamnit. “take. off. the. shirt.” toji repeats himself, putting emphasis on each word like he’s talking to a complete moron. you started chuckling to yourself in disbelief, shaking your head with a look on your face that read, ‘he’s got to be kidding.’

“yeah, no. toji, give me a fucking break.” you responded, snickering between your words, and ooh toji was just itching to bend you over the damn counter and fuck you till you’re screaming… to get those vocal cords to rupture. there will never be a single day where he’d hesitate to get you to straighten the fuck up.

before you know it, both of toji’s hands grab your wrists, almost painfully. he then starts walking, backing you up to the kitchen counter. once he’s got you pushed up against it, he pulls your hands onto his abdomen, staring dangerously into your eyes.

though you wouldn't want to admit it, you can’t help but feel a growing ache between your legs at the feeling of those shredded abs of his. his body is something different. toji’s eyes flicker up and down from your hands and back to your eyes, a smug grin laying across his face at how small your hands are on his big, muscular body. you take your bottom lip between your teeth, your tough and bratty facade slowly diminishing as you leisurely began lifting toji’s shirt, a satisfied hum escaping his lips at your compliance; though it took rather longer than he wanted.

you now have got quite the nice look at his abs, and there goes the throbbing sensation again in your cunt. fuck… he’s hot. “yeahh, now you got that mouth shut, huh? drooling and gawking over my body. hah, go on then.” toji boasts, his teeth showing through that damn smirk. you’re unable to hold it in any longer, your hands dragging toji’s shirt up as he pulls his head out, letting the fabric drop to the ground with your stomach churning at the sight of his bare upper body. you quickly kneeled, your composure flying right out the window. 

your mouth latches onto his lower stomach, your tongue roaming along his skin. if your eyes peered a bit lower, you’d be able to get a peek at the growing bulge in toji’s sweats. you can hear slightly muted curses coming from under his breath, and you were being sloppy with it, your lashes batting as you looked up at him. your tongue started traveling upward, just barely reaching his chest until a grunt-like huff is let out from toji.

he now pulls you off by the hair, coaxing a small gasp for your lips. “fuck .. you’re putting that slutty mouth on my cock now.” he mutters, reaching for his pants before you take care of them for him, eagerly dragging them down along with his boxers, his girthy length springing right out.

without another second to waste, your tongue lolls out, one of your hands wrapped around the base of his dick while you slapped the tip on your wet muscle, drawing a throaty grunt from him. he loved it when you put on a show for him like that. you then take him all the way in, a nasty moan slipping from your throat at the way his big cock had given you a whole mouthful. saliva drips down from your lips, and you begin bobbing your head up and down, the lewd noises blaring in your ears. 

“shiiit… look at you. fuckin’ pacified by this dick, huh?” his voice is gruff yet slightly shaky, and god… you’re obsessed with hearing his noises, how you make him feel. “one minute she’s yappin’ like a bitchy little brat, next minute she’s mmf— taking this dick down her throat like a dirty slut... tch.” his words had your pussy leaking, you can feel your panties beginning to soak. your eyebrows curled inward as you kept your eyes on him, tears threatening to prickle at the corners of your eyes from how full he was stuffing your mouth, hitting your uvula.

in the middle of sucking him off, you pulled up your shirt with one hand, just enough for your tits to show out. now both your hands begin to fondle with your tits as you continue to suck him off, and this draws a long ass moan from toji, watching you slobber on him with no hands had him fucked. you can see how his lower abdomen was caving in with each breath he took, and that's when he takes a hold of your jaw, pulling you off of him, your lips sliding off with a pop. you had him on the brink of cumming, and he didn't want to just yet. he needed your pretty pussy.

you lick your lips with a smile, standing up on your feet as toji hoists you up by the waist, propping you up onto the counter. he hauls your shorts down in an instant, a string of your slick following your panties and toji sneers at the sight. “pretty pussy’s all wet f’me, hm?” you nod eagerly, and he slides a thumb down your clit, causing your hips to jerk, which has him chuckling to himself yet again. “mhmm… relax yourself, needy girl.” 

toji hikes your legs up, your hands hooking beneath your knees so you could hold them up for him. he gets between your legs, blowing on your clit and prompting you to clench around nothing. “tojiii…” you drag his name out in a whine, before toji kisses on your pussy.

“didn’t i tell you to relax? don’t fuckin’ ‘tojiii~’ me.” he mocks, finally diving in to your heat, his tongue delving right between your folds. your head immediately falls back, your lips parting open while lewd little mewls flee from your lips. he’s a messy eater, a mixture of your arousal and his saliva smearing all over your pussy lips and drizzling down his chin. it’s slurp after slurp, your body twitching with no stop, your eyes rolled back to your skull with your toes curling. “ohh, fuuck… toji–!” you croak out, your thighs shaking as you start to fail to hold your legs up, his mouth had you stupid already. as he notices this, he holds them for you with force, but throws him over his shoulders.

 because now he's standing again, spitting on your cunt one last time before he does so. “keep those eyes on me when i fuck this pussy, you hear me?” toji says, and you quickly nod in abidance. 

he’s so fucking girthy, his thick length stretching you like elastic. his veined hands grasp at your waist, his hips starting to snap into yours at a steady pace. he’s reaching deep, hitting all the right spots inside you that triggered the sluttiest moans from you, your back arching as your walls clamp down on him. “only now you wanna get your shit together, hmm? only when i stuff you full of this dick?” he grunts, the sounds of your skin slapping blasting all throughout the place. “mngh–! y-yeah… feels so g-good…!” you blabber, the tears you had poking through your eyes were now starting to blur your vision. his cock was just made to fuck you, he felt so damn good.

“h-hah… that’s what i thought.” he grumbles, the pace of his thrusts immediately escalating. now the next thing he does drives you fucking mad. he grabs your arms, pulling them up so that they’re around your neck. he then snakes his hands beneath your legs and now has them over his forearms, letting your feet dangle. he’s got you off the counter, and starts fucking you standing, picked up in his arms. a squeal breaks loose from your mouth, your arms clinging around his neck for dear life. “oh m’god, yes–! ‘m cumming, d-daddy!” you cry out, your body going limp like a ragdoll, like a toy just for toji to fuck relentlessly. 

you can feel that coil in your lower stomach that's just mere seconds away from snapping. and he does this thing when he’s close, his jaw clenches and you can see how the veins in his neck contract. that gives you the sign to clench around him even harder, a loud groan breaking out his throat.

“fuckin’ milking my shit when you s-squeeze me like that… holy fuckkk, baby—” toji’s breathing is uneven, coming out in raspy huffs. and it's only a matter of time before you let out your final moan, a real salacious one at that. you shook violently, gasping for air as you squirted all over him, your orgasm hitting you like a damn bus.

toji’s jaw goes slack, his head falling back as he chases his own high, still ramming into you despite you being fucking gone. tears start to spill from your eyes from the overstimulation, your eyes barely even able to stay open properly. 

his load finally spills into your cunt, coming in thick, hot spurts. he twitches inside you, before placing you back down onto the counter and pulling out slowly, his cum oozing from your hole. he steps forward and cups your face, pressing a kiss on your nose before letting his forehead rest atop yours. “you alright, pretty?” he murmurs, and you look up into his eyes, nodding slowly with a soft smile. he grins, wiping the tears that stained your supple cheeks with his thumb.

“you did real good f’me, baby.” he murmurs, his words going straight to your core, fluttering in your stomach. he then catches your eyes wandering away, staying on the ground. he then turns to look as well, and his eyes fall upon the absolute mess made of the floor. it was the coffee you had threw at him, now mixed with your squirt. oh, fucking hell.

“... well, good luck with that, sweetheart.” toji says, laughing to himself as you land a smack to his arm.

“oh, fuck you toji!”

[boxheadpaint]

ive been completely without drawing for at least a week again by now im sure. It’s been very infrequent as of late, not for lack of inspiration or even motivation but just simply not happening. Drew something for a friend and am scratching up idea things for another but otherwise I keep forgetting drawing is something I do, enjoy even

[messymoonmad]

Just wanted to let yall know... that ive been spending my days on tumblr doing all these fun drawings but I gotta finish my stupid 600 strike animatic despite the lack of motivation (cause it's too late to do smth cool)

But also I should prepare my ithaka saga designs so when the saga drops imma be one of the first ones to animate hold them down or the king or the challenge (i havent watched all the snippets btw)

[aroacesofspades]

FINALLY reading the latest bsd chapter and um what the fuck

(tumblr wont let me add a reaction pic bc of the Ten Image Limit 😤 but in my mind, im crying and heaving in my room)

obv: bsd spoilers under the cut

i might be wrong but i think this is the most conscious aku has ever been of his own identity in the series (not counting beast/light novels/other works), or definitely high up there in terms of self-reflection.

not a day goes by that i dont think about dazai's role in the lives of almost all the main cast. this entire panel shakes me ngl. lately ive been rlly pressed on this, and its insane to me how this sole character can shape the narrative so fucking profoundly.

the gall???? /j

oh my sweet, sweet, empathetic boyy....

the fact that he saw aku in a position, SO similar to his own, and THIS is the face we see him make.

i think this is atsushi actually seeing proof that dazai has not always been a good person. but tbh i don't think that this could make him hate dazai, it's just more nuanced than that. if i were to describe it, i'd say that this has made him see just how comparable his and akutagawa's experiences really are. i think this is less about how he views dazai (although i do think that this has made him see dazai in somewhat of a dimmer light, i do think that he believes dazai is changing himself, to do good) and more about his connection to aku.

^ and i'm just going to note that aku and atsushi have dealt with, what was a very similar situation, in two very different ways, food for thought rn.

something something abt atsushi finally being there to witness this something something the violent cycle of abuse between every-fucking-one in this mf series something something atsushi knowing aku at his most vulnerable and discontinuing the cycle, still choosing to save him

something something about atsushis own abusive circle, and its nuance when we are viewing it through atsushi's eyes something something parallels... the fact that we see them both right after one another

^ i think it's very interesting that atsushi holds both dazai and the director to a standard where he would rely on them to save the world, even after all that he has JUST seen them both do.

WTF WTF IM SICK IM ACTUALLY ILL OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

the way that after everything, ARGHHH despite everything, they still saved each other. oh honey... do u see how deeply u have changed the lives of the other oh my fuck. i genuinely need to scream out loud in real fucking life because of these mfs.

like ik they understand the OTHER's impact on their narrative, but do they see their own uarghhh. do they see it like we get to??

they see the formed, painted versions of the other, hold it to a STANDARD and now akutagawa's past is deformed and shattered in front of atsushi and u want me to be NORMAL??????

akutagawa who is so close kept about his life that most of what we as readers know about it has been from flashbacks or other light novels RUGHJKLSJSALDJK

enough abt yaoi...

its striking to see how atsushi uses the director as the final motivation for pushing thru his troubles (in this case: the door), much like we've seen aku do with dazai.

except with atsushi, instead of unloading his anger and self-hate onto others (maiming, hurting, basically turning into a killing machine, etc), his hate and the inferiority of his identity within the orphanage, is pushed inwards, even as he tries to resist.

but even if he doesn't seek to find a purpose for living, he still (to some extent) seems to seek support from this (forr the lack of a better word😞) abuser, someone who he genuinely doesn't want to ever see again. yet he takes the position of DAZAI, his mentor, his friend, someone who had once hurt many of atsushi's own closest friends, but never atsushi.

idkk for atsushi and akutagawa, there's always a battle between abuser and saviour, and the line is pretty blurred on where one begins and the other ends. i find this very intriguing :)

^ofc when discussing this, we need to keep in mind that the relationship will ALWAYS be nuanced, especially when told from their povs, because that is how the narrative spooled out. ultimately, they had both found a sense of salvation, and safety in standing where they had stood (thru MANY misguided understandings from all parties and the simple factor that they had been CHILDREN when all this played out).

someone in the comments of the panel pointed this out but the 'redeeming arc' of the director says more about atsushi and less about the director. the director is fucking dead🙏. this is just atsushi's understanding of the director, what he remembers of this person who had wrecked him.

(this is less relevant, but, compared with aku and dazai, the director is MUCH more lenient, willing to indulge atsushi more than dazai had been to aku. maybe (?) bc of the environments they were in?? for all intents, the director remains a father to atsushi, he's dead and no longer changes the narrative, and before that atsushi viewed their relationship as a mentor and a rebel student; whereas akutagawa has had years to reconfigure his relationship with dazai, dazai is a person who is very much still alive and very much still shifting the narrative on his own, and yet all aku really saw of him was the cruel aspects that justified aku's own spite against him, hence why seeing dazai with atsushi had been so jarring)

there is also something to be said for how young both dazai and aku had been at the time, vs the obvious age difference between atsushi and the director. im not really going to elaborate on something that's been said so many times in the fandom already, but dazai was a blind boy leading the blind, while the director had his motives set from the start <thus why we hold dazai to a less extreme standard when discussing his actions, he has never been in a stable environment to begin with, and justifying his actions as if he HAD been would be narratively wrong.

^ alsooo once again reflects on atsushi's inherent nature, to become this tool that saves, that recovers what others cannot, even (and especially) at the expense of his own past and all his attempts to dispel it.

shows how protective he is but also rlly shows how insanely insecure he is...

yk what im sayin?

also. in terms of atsushi's relationship with dazai, I dont think that this has much to do with his opinion on dazai, rather, it reflects his empathy for akutagawa, this is an incident that parallels the both of them even more. atsushi has BEEN where aku once was, he was that boy in the same position and he knows what it's like to feel both contempt and hatred yet also a sense of attachment to a guy in a authority position who was meant to look after u yet crushed u instead.

^ i do think the some of the weight of what he had felt for the director has now shifted into dazai's hands, now that he's aware of all that he has done to akutagawa (ok, not even ALL, this is just a snippet:( ). but i don't think that it is enough for him to hate dazai.

and they definitely (probably... most likely..) won't play into that narrative in the upcoming chapters. i think this chapter was largely meant to further mirror ataushi and akutagawa's trauma and give further incentive for dazai's moral development within the narrative (ie dazai as a character who has been raised in horrible, terrible conditions with morals to reflect vs dazai now who, in atsushi's eyes, is a good man, or attempting to be one)

[memzyyy]

i demand more subby tom >:(

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE AAAAA IVE IUST BEEN LACKING MOTIVATION:(

plots can suck my dick i hate them. i forgot how to write omg i need to start doing it again

@itsangelll 😋😋

NSFW DOWN BELOW

your boyfriend, Tom, is sprawled out infront of you, his legs spread as you rub his dick up and down your cunt, lathering the juices on his girthy cock as you began to tap his tip onto your wet pussy before finally taking his shaft.

you began jumping on his swollen cock while he’s holding onto the flesh of your hips, leaving crescent marks behind as he digs his nails into you “feels good...” he moaned out, helplessly try to muffle his noises but the way your bouncing on him, the skin of your ass slapping againdt him makes him sob in pleasure.

He whimpers, "Please, please, it's too much..." but his words trail off as he pulls you closer, burying his face in your cleavage to muffle his desperate moans.

“you can take it.” you spoke, your voice breathy. “youre gonna take this like a good boy.” His back arches off the bed as you continue to ride him hard, your nails digging into his chest. He can feel the pressure building, the warmth spreading through his belly. He's so close... His fingers dig deeper into your hips as he tries to hold back. His body tenses, and he lets out a muffled shout into your cleavage. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." you grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you. “hold it.” you say, continuing to fuck yourself on him.

His eyes widen, pleading, but you maintain eye contact. Beads of sweat form on his forehead as he grinds his teeth, trying to hold back. His body shakes, and he whimpers, "Please..” but you cut him off, “you can hold it.” Tom bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes watering from the effort as he manages to hold back from cumming. He lets out a whimper, his whole body trembling as you continue to ride him, the pleasure just on the edge, building up and building up. His fingers dig into your hips again as he tries to pull you closer. “Please…” he begs again. “Please let me…”

you look down at him, he was expecting you to deny him again but his eyes widen in shock as he heard the words come from your mouth; “cum for me.”

Upon hearing these words his face contorts as he finally lets go, burying his face in your cleavage once more to muffle his cries as he spills into you. His whole body convulses with each wave of pleasure, gripping onto you tightly. When he finally stills, he takes a few moments to catch his breath before speaking; “thank you thank you thank you.” You pull Tom close as you kiss away his tears.

im a bit rusty sorry if its bad 🥲 i hste this one

[moonlight-alexia]

Good morning. Is there any chance of a sneak peak of any of your wips you're currently working on? (If not, that's cool)

good morning! i haven’t actually really been writing lately but here’s some that i found that haven’t been finished etc. this is all i have, normally when i write something i write it all at once and then just post it so i hardly have anything to share outside of that. idk why i like to just write my fics in one sitting but yeah!

also any feedback is welcomed :) feel like my acc hasn’t been getting a whole lot of engagement lately and probably the reason for my lack of motivation to write rn

lil mac x alexia (rumours) - set after that we are broken fic the first few months after

lil mac x steph (all my love) - wedding fic i think maybe ive shared this one before idk

tiny x kyra (next part of pair of pests) - actually hate it and might scrap it and rewrite it all :/ except for that first screenshot. but idk how i want this part to fully go yet

[willowsfunnys]

Another mote batch!!

Also i wanna say mb for the lack luster posts lately, my motivation for drawing rw related stuff has been lacking as of late thanks to me getting dragged into sprunki

If you'd guys like however i could show a few of those doodles ive made in the meanwhile

(also server invite if you'd like to join for the motes :3)

[strawberrystepmom]

malevolent enterprise ch. 2

ceo au series. sukuna and yuji are brothers. gojo x f!reader are endgame but this is backstory/lead up. reader has hair that can be swept off of their face. reader is a lawyer (ive taken creative liberties bc i am not a real lawyer so take it up with god if u find an issue) and has an established platonic relationship with sukuna and has an ex boyfriend that is an oc named shigeo. cw drug and alcohol mentions. wc 1.8k.

masterlist coming soon but in the meantime, ch. 1 can be found here

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune ♡

“Forgot I paid you to stand around, ---.”

Hearing Sukuna use a shortened version of your full name, you roll your eyes and pull your glasses off of your face, holding them between your thumb and index finger. Meeting his gaze with an indignant look of your own, you toss the pen you’re holding with your other hand down on the desk in front of you and groan in frustration. 

You’re only standing in his office because you've been reviewing contract abstracts for hours and could use a break before your brain starts to turn to mush given his absolutely archaic NDA demands that would never be upheld in court. 

“Am I not allowed to pace? Is that one of the workplace rules you’ve set we all have to follow, King Ryomen?”

He appreciates your sharp wit if nothing else so he chuckles, walking around you to plop down behind the heaviest and most ornate looking desk you’ve seen in a modern office. 

Truly fit for a man who sees himself as a king. 

“Can I make all of you start calling me that? Will HR have an issue?”

You scoff and shake your head. 

“Yes. I have a funny feeling they would indeed take issue with you demanding your employees call you king.”

Placing your glasses back on the bridge of your nose, you sweep back a few tendrils of hair that have fallen in front of your face and sigh, raking your fingers through the top of your overgrown layers. You’ve been too busy lately to even get a trim, late nights spent at the revenge motivated Ryomen Enterprises preventing you from doing much but provide general counsel, as your position and official title state. 

You left one incredibly oppressive job for another and you don’t quite regret hitching your wagon to Sukuna but you aren’t proud of it either, especially putting your own goal of having your own firm on hold to do it. 

Leaving the Zen’in firm seemed intelligent three months ago after Naoya was named partner instead of you, the tireless hours you put into the blockbuster Miyamoto v. DTK, Inc. wrongful termination suit, the first of its kind in the country, meaning ultimately nothing when it comes to family ties and misogyny. 

You handed your resignation to Naobito the next day who received it with a knowing smirk, glad to see one less bitch too big for her skirt suit step aside. Two months later Sukuna reached out to you and you assumed you’d be stupid to pass up a comfortable and lucrative in-house counsel position in a well funded company everyone had just started buzzing about. 

It also helps that the founder of said company is someone you’ve known for long enough you have seen him shuffle through several life phases. 

Needless to say the job hasn’t been what you expected it to be since saying yes though, sifting through a bankers box full of Manila envelopes, muttering aloud about all the shit you need to get done and the severe lack of hours in the day. 

“The journalist hasn’t sent back her NDA yet,” you remark and he hums. He knows exactly the pretty little pink haired thing you’re mentioning and he smirks thinking about how easily he pulled her apart in a penthouse suite 8 blocks away a few nights ago but his attention is drawn back to the present when you slam a stack of papers in front of him. 

“Your brother’s company doesn’t even have in-house counsel.”

Sukuna arches a brow, sitting back in his chair and slamming his feet on the desk. You don’t even jump, perhaps too used to his antics after only a couple months of working for him. It’s not like he was a stranger to start with, the senior you helped through your sophomore Contracts course remembering you fondly for your plucky demeanor and willingness to fight when necessary. 

You simply remember him as a smooth talking asshole who charmed you into doing his coursework successfully but he signs your checks so you keep your assessments of his character to yourself as often as possible. 

“How do you know what’s going on at Yuji’s company? Are you a mole?”

A snort is your response and you toss him a glance from over your glasses, one he knows means he’s treading in dangerous territory. Tossing down one of the near bursting envelopes in your hand, you pick up your phone and grimace at the text lighting up the screen. 

Toge: maki wants 2 eat w u at some point this millennium - her words

Rolling your eyes, you text back and Sukuna watches with a grin, wondering what in the world could have you so irritated on your phone. 

“That’s not Gojo is it?”

You scoff again and add nothing further, continuing to focus on your phone despite the second last message Toge sent you containing a link to a headline showing off the man just mentioned wining and dining a pretty dark haired woman across the world last night. 

Quickly, you type a reply to Toge’s message to send the bubble with the news article further out of your periphery.

You: are you guys together? where are you?

“It’s my assistant reminding me to eat since I don’t get a spare second to do it working for you,” you finally remark, locking your phone with a wince. 

You try to pretend you’re too good to be affected by the latest news of Satoru’s careless public hookups but you did lock yourself in the executive bathroom to cry at your own reflection for 45 minutes earlier so you opt for silence rather than digging the hole any deeper. 

Why you care in the first place is beyond you, the two of you only ever orbiting around one another, no serious groundwork for anything beyond neutrality laid. You can’t help who you’re attracted to, though, and while there’s no use in lamenting that you’re nobody to the man you can at least sit down and dye your hair a shade darker to pretend he’d be interested next time you get the chance. 

Sukuna pulls you out of the hole your mind is in, swinging back and forth in his chair, making it squeal with each quarter turn and further annoying you.  

“When’s the last time you went out and did anything besides look at paperwork and smoke with the window cracked? You look like shit.”

The expression on your face is priceless, shifting to glare at your boss while he snickers to himself and shrugs, knuckles wrapped around his opposite bicep. 

“Yuji’s party is the last time I went out.”

Well over a month ago. Sukuna whistles lowly, still shifting idly in his chair. 

“I’m just saying maybe you need more than just a bite to eat to feel better. Text your ex or something, didn’t he just get surgery? He’s probably at home.”

The mention of Shigeo, baseball star, makes you exhale as loudly as possible and throw down another envelope. He’s the last person you want to hear about, given you broke his heart just over six months ago, admitting you didn’t see yourself marrying him when he asked about a shared future for the two of you. He’s sweet, he’s wonderful, he’s a good man but he isn’t your forever man and finally, anger makes your face flush and feel warm, your boss successfully making his way under your skin.

“Don’t you have illicit substances to snort out of someone’s asshole?” You look away and mutter under your breath, much to the amusement of the man watching each irritated step you take. “What are you even doing here anyway? It’s after hours.”

Sukuna takes his feet off of the desk and leans forward on his elbows, sucking his teeth. He isn’t sure why he’s here, actually. Perhaps he’s partied out and tired of hosting giggling girls with nothing better to do than hang on his every word or maybe he wants to look over his kingdom without prying eyes judging his every mood. Both of these are a little true but above all, part of him holds the tiniest bit of fondness for you. At least enough that he’s concerned you’re overworking yourself. 

“Go out tonight. All this shit will be here tomorrow and I’m sure I’ll give you even more to deal with by the time the sun is up again.”

You sigh and look down at your phone, screen lighting up as another message from your personal assistant comes through. 

Toge: den, just sat down. ordered you vodka soda.

“Fine but let your little pink princess know that if her NDA isn’t in by next week I’m going to sit there and watch you two fuck to make sure nothing gets out.”

Sukuna hums, brows raised. 

“I always knew you were a freak.” You roll your eyes and he chuckles, standing up from his chair and letting it roll back far enough it bumps against the glass floor to ceiling window behind it. “You’re one of those girls who wears really sexy underwear but never lets anyone see them, right?”

Tucking documents into a box, you snarl. He’s not 

flirting, he's making nasty observations as he is known to do. He has known you for long enough he feels extremely comfortable doing so and you can hardly argue with him. Who cares even if he is right? You’re a grown woman with a lucrative career and life, if you wanna wear 50,000 yen silk panties that’s your business.

“That’s more than enough out of you.” Another document tucked and you approach Sukuna, looking up at him with your mouth in a line. “I’ll be in by 10 tomorrow. Don’t fuck my night up.”

He nods, holding his hands up in a gesture of mild surrender. 

“I’m serious about the NDA too. I’ll meet with her if you want but I won’t promise to be nice about it.”

Your boss scoffs but smirks.

“You’re always too nice, that's why you don’t have it yet but I’ll talk to her.”

Nodding, you acquiesce, uninterested in arguing while you tie your coat closed. Your phone lights up again and you look down at the message with a groan.

Toge: ice melting…👎🏻

“I mean it, Sukuna Itadori. I do not want to hear a single report of bad behavior in the morning.”

The only person allowed to still call him his family name is you and you turn on your heel, stilettos clacking across the marble floor with each step. 

“Whatever you say, boss.”

His sly remark makes you toss another look over your shoulder while opening the office door but the buzz of your phone catches your attention instead. 

Maki: If you aren’t here in 15 I’m dragging you out of that building myself.

Knowing she means it, you stiffen and rush to leave. 

“No drama, Sukuna!” 

You shout over your shoulder and he chuckles, opening his own phone and scrolling to the contact for the pretty little pink princess he hopes to have back between his jaws tonight.