Human Yan: I'll Do Anything To Be With You!

Human Yan: I'll do anything to be with you!

Angel Darling: Ugh, even if i wanted to go out with you I don't have the time. My boss hasn't given me a break in centuries. Get rid of them and maybe I'll humor you with a date.

[an undefined amount of time later - Reader receives a call from the higher ups]

"Heyyyy, you! How ya been? That's fantastic!..... Anyway, God is dead and the human who took their place has requested you to join them at their throne. Hope you didn't do anything to piss them off! See you if you live!"

Angel Darling: ...sorry, can you repeat that from the beginning?-

[Angel Darling is teleported to God's throne room which has been converted into a diner. The new god clumsily fixes their tie and wipes blood off their cheek as Darling approaches]

Deity Yan, waving them over: H-hey! You look amazing as always... I hope you like pasta.

Angel Darling: Did.... Did you kill God just to date me??

Deity Yan: .... Yea? You're saying it like it was hard. I was going to save gifts for after dinner, but I can give you their head now if you'd like.

A Place Called Home (Series Masterlist)

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 11.5 (FLASHBACK)

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

EPILOGUE 

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Drabble List

Stressed Out!

Author's note: eheh... Shu yamino brain rot rawr- for that one person who requested this (I totally forgot I'm sorry I have the memory of a rock) kinda got rushed at the end bc I was riding this whilst on public transportation :D

Summary: Shu has been awfully stressed lately, with all the rigid schedules and barely any sleep- however you offer a great idea to soothe our beloved sorcerer (sorcerer? I barely even know her)

Contains: nsfw content, blowjob, riding him, FILTH, I'm gonna devour this man whole ahem sorry, praising, not very rough sex, x fem reader, Shu yamino x reader, established relationship, sub! shu

None of my works are proofread!

'Shu seems unusually stressed,' you think to yourself, watching your boyfriend wash the dishes in the kitchen. Your chin propped up on your palms as you study his weary figure. You've noticed the bags underneath his eyes, which about intensifies the exhausted aura around him. You tried to wash the dishes yourself, but he protested, saying he was alright.

Which was bullshit. Shu always took care of you, so now it's your turn to take care of him.

You stand up from your chair by the counter, sauntering over to the back of him. You wrap your arms around his mid riff, pressing your chest against his back. Shu visibly stiffens for a moment, and then relaxes into your touch, rocking back and forth.

"Baby, you need to relax. You're such a workaholic," you mumble, ear against his back to hear his steady heartbeat.

"I just have a couple more things to do, don't worry about me," Shu replies, tossing a smile over his shoulder. You can feel the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he scrubs. "Then after that, I promise to relax and snuggle with you. Okay?"

You grumble, squeezing him hard and forcing him to grunt. "No. After you're done with those dishes, you're coming with me."

Shu glances back at you, using his magic to make the dish float into the dishwasher. "But-"

"No buts. Unless you rather me ignore you for the next week?" You threaten, arching a brow at him.

He shakes his head instantaneously. "Of course not!"

"Good." You give his back a light kiss. "I hate it when my boyfriend is so troubled. It's my duty to help you, you know."

"I know," Shu sighs, rinsing a bowl. "It's just between streaming and taxes and errand shopping... there's a lot for me to do."

"I can do all of those things."

"I know you can but..."

"But what?"

Shu puts away the final dish, drying his hands off. You back away so he can turn to face you. He scratches his neck. "It's just... I feel like I need to be the one to do things for you. I'm your boyfriend. I need to make sure you have all your needs met."

"I'm your girlfriend. I need to make sure your needs are met too," you counter, taking his hands in yours. Shu stares at your joined hands. "Being in a relationship doesn't mean one person has to do all the heavy lifting. Both have to shoulder each other's burdens and take care of each other. A two way street, if you will."

Shu tilts his head, watching you closely. A small smile adorns his face. He tugs you closer to you and brushes his lips against your forehead. "Thank you."

You beam at him happily and begin to guide Shu to the bedroom. "You're welcome! Now follow me."

The sorcerer obediently follows, your hand intertwined in his. You kick open the door dramatically, eliciting a exuberant laugh from him. You shuffle to the bed, plop down, and yanking him down with you. Shu lands beside you on his side and he laughs harder. You shift onto your side to face him, watching his face glow.

Shu slowly stops, his eyes traveling your face. A slight blush dusts his cheeks. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" You blink.

"Like..." Shu's gaze darts to the ceiling for a second. Then looks back at you. "With hearts in your eyes."

"Because I love you silly," you answer, a hand cupping his cheek. Shu nuzzles into it and you giggle. "I want to take care of you and love you."

His blush deepens and it he looks just so cute! You move closer to him, your nose bumping his. The sorcerer looks at you with slightly wide eyes, appearing like a startled cat. A puff of laughter brushes against his face from you. Shu's hand finds its home on the dip of your waist just as you lean in for a kiss.

It was gentle, and his lips were soft. A sign of affection and endearment. It was brief as you pulled back, however Shu chased your lips into another kiss, this time deeper and passionate. He almost seemed desperate.

You had to pull away for air, nearly gasping as your own cheeks warmed. Staring at each other with half-lidded eyes.

"Please..." A whisper so faint, you thought you weren't hearing right. The sorcerer's hand squeezed your waist, and you knew you were hearing right.

He needed you. And you knew exactly what to do.

You climb atop of your boyfriend, your mouth against his yet again. A soft whine muffled as you perch on him, one hand traveling down from his collarbone, down to his stomach. Shu's muscles tense underneath your touch.

Your lips ghost over his jawline, pressing a soft kiss there. Then your kisses trail down to the spot right under his ear. A little nip at the sensitive skin makes his breath hitch and you smile.

Your fingers dance across his stomach before sliding down to his pants. Just from touch alone, you can feel the tent growing underneath his sweatpants. And as you do so, Shu's hips jolt up slightly. You slowly circle the area before palming him through his pants.

"Mm..." A soft moan. You grip him gently and trace the tip, and the precum seeps through the fabric. His legs twitch as you continue your ministrations.

The sorcerer pants heavily, eyelids drooping and a red flush on his face as you stroke him, as well as kissing down his neck. Shu seems awfully sensitive to each of your touches. And very vocal.

"Baby please..." Shu whispers, bucking his hips up.

"Please what my love?" You coo, making him even more redder.

"I want you to..." he trails off, turning his head as if he were ashamed. His long hair spreads around his head like a halo and you cock your head to the side to look at him.

You hum, a slight puzzled look on your face. Shu glances back at you, biting his lip. Thinking if he should ask this of you or not.

"Do you want me to...?" Your nails drag across his pants, to the waistband and carefully tug down. Shu practically stops breathing, but doesn't tell you to stop.

You continue pulling down the waistband of both his sweats and boxers, his hard erection springing out. You could see every individual vein pulsing, the pre cum leaking from the rosy tip. You scoot backwards, one foot on the floor, then the other. You kneel on the floor, taking his base in a hand. Shu gets up on his elbows, watching with his chest heaving.

You squeeze and a low moan escapes your boyfriend. You trace a vein with a finger, then slip his length in your mouth. The reaction you get him from is perfect. A high whimper and Shu's head thrown back, hips slanted upward. You bob your head up and down, your tongue flattening against your boyfriend's tip. As you swallow him, you pump the base and beautiful noises exit from Shu's lips. His hand takes your hair, moving it out of your face.

"Feel so good, oh god," Shu gasps, shaking on his elbows. "D-doing so good- mm!"

You suck gently on the head of his cock and the sorcerer mewls, the sweetest noise you've heard. Your stomach flips, rubbing your thighs together as the heat flames in the bottom of your tummy.

With a wet pop, Shu's length pops out your mouth as you climb back on top of him. Your boyfriend watches you with a hand covering his mouth, ears bright pink. You quickly pull off your pants and panties, lining up his dick with your entrance.

Your boyfriend's eyes widen. "W-wait-!"

You descend upon his length and you both moan in unison. You can feel him in your walls, pulsing and stretching you out deliciously. Shu's hands grip your hips hard, his nails digging into your skin. His eyes shut, and you can see tears forming in the corners. With just one roll of your hips, the sorcerer has fallen apart.

"A-ah, baby, just like that," he moans, a mix of whimpers from his throat. "Please please please please-"

You begin to bounce up and down, slick covering his length and pelvis. Shu's head falls back onto the sheets as your core begins to milk his cock. Clenching around his erection, Shu was already so sensitive that within seconds he cums hard, a guttural moan ripping from his throat. Strings of his knot coats your insides and you gasp at the feeling. You slow down, the tightness in your stomach forming but you have already done what you needed.

"G-go ahead," Shu breathes, looking at you with pieces of his hair sticking to his forehead.

You scrunch your eyebrows together, your hands on his stomach. "But you already... came."

Shu shakes his head, slowly sitting up and the head of his cock kisses your g-spot. You bite your lip. "Want you to cum too."

You nod, before raising your hips down and dropping down. Shu swallows back his whines, not minding being overstimulated if it meant your enjoyment too. The relationship goes two ways, right?

"Just a bit- m-more," you whisper in his ear with stuttered breaths. A groan in response. You roll your hips and the tightness in your stomach just nearly gets there- you drop yourself onto his length again and you release, vision sparking white as you moan.

You collapse against him, Shu holding you in his arms as he falls back onto the mattress, trying to regain his breath. The sorcerer was still sheathed inside you, but neither of you made the move to... well move.

"Thank you so much," Shu whispers in your ear, kissing your temple lovingly. "It felt so good. I loved it."

You smile cheerfully. "I'm glad."

After a trip to the shower and getting into pajamas, you two cuddle together and watched movies for the rest of the day.

Hey, can we have a Yan!Andrew Graves with Reader?

genre: sfw, headcanons + fic

characters: yandere!andrew graves x reader

warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, obsession, possessive andrew

a/n: i don't normally write yandere characters so this was a bit of a challenge. hope this suits your request and enjoyed reading!

He's so obsessed with you but he's subtle with it—more like whatever stupid thing he does, he'll make sure you don't see it.

When he loves you, he'll make sure to keep you happy just so you will always come to him whenever something happens. He'll open a bottle cap for you without being told, he'll wipe your mouth with his fingers if it's messy—totally not putting them in his mouth afterwards. He'll open the door for you, let you cry on his shoulder, gives you hugs when you need it. Every subtle thing to manipulate you into coming back to him when you need support.

If someone talks to you, he'll be right behind you with arms wrapped around your waist while glaring daggers at the other person.

"No, no. Continue. Don't mind me, pretend that I don't exist."

To you, his tone sounds normal but to the poor guy, it's like a cleaver skinning them alive.

If someone even looks at you without you knowing, it's gonna be hell for them. He somehow won't be afraid to kidnap that person, tie them up and threaten them with Andrew's favorite cleaver until the person is diagnosed with PTSD.

He will shamelessly go back to you with a smile on his handsome face as if nothing happened.

Andrew would kill anyone for you but if you tell him not to, he won't.

Although, he knows you would be scared if you saw him murdering people, he won't do it anyways. The last thing he wants is you running away from him.

You have no idea why people start to turn their backs on you and you would think that you've done something wrong. So, you ask Andrew for advice or if he knows anything, exactly what he planned for.

And he would smile innocently from his success and spread out his arms. You would dive into his comfy sweater without knowing the hands that are holding you are the hands that have done so many questionable and criminal acts.

"C'mere you. Aw, you poor thing! I'm sure no one hates you. Who would? They're probably out of social energy from a rough day or something. Don't you worry!"

He'll kiss your forehead, then your nose, and lastly, your lips. You would smile and he would smile into the kiss while thinking how naive you are.

He admits sometimes that he feels guilty for deceiving you but what can he do? How could he come up to you and admit to all the crimes he's done? You wouldn't look at him the same anymore, would you? Would you still love him despite knowing what he did or what he ate? He wouldn't take any risks. If he has the person he loves the most in his arms, why would he easily throw you away?

If the truth hasn't been told, he'll keep you for himself. He'll keep you forever.

You knew he acted differently than normal people. He's a little different because of his upbringing, and that's normal for kids with neglected parents growing up with a weird habit of theirs and that was just his charm, right?

Because you think it was just a charm of his, you didn't run when you had the chance to. Besides, if he was so sweet to you, so kind to you, so good to you, he wouldn't hurt you, would he?

There's a reunion dinner later tonight with your old high school mates and of course you're coming. You haven't seen your friends in a long time. You've already informed Andrew of this and for the past week he was okay with it, but why is his tone now sounded . . . different?

"You're going?" He asked from the couch. One of his legs propped up on the other and an arm over the couch. His green eyes look up and down at your fit that he knows you chose the best from your closet. You're going to meet some nobodies with that outfit? You didn't even wear something so pretty when he's around! Not that you aren't pretty. It's just you put a tiny bit less effort when going out or being with Andrew.

"I've already told you, haven't I?" You're putting on your shoes at the front door and you hear some shuffling. Your hand is at the doorknob now. "I'll be back before ten. I prom—"

The door slams shut again before you could even open a crack. You can feel him behind you. His hands on the door, caging you between him and the solid wood.

"You are not going." His voice is low, almost threatening.

You turn around to face. You do not want to have this conversation right now. You're going to be late, that is if you find a way to stir this around to go your way.

"Andrew, this is unfair. Last week, you told me I can go so why are you backing out now? Tonight of all days!"

It wasn't his intention to upset you nor ruin your night but why are they taking you away from him?

"Why are you still excited about going? Don't you remember what they've done to you? They isolated you . . . remember?"

They isolated you. Yeah, right. He was the reason behind it anyways, but poor you who loves him too never suspected your own boyfriend was the culprit.

"They . . . didn't. You said they didn't have the energy to talk," your voice was almost a whisper. You weren't even confident of your own answer. You're starting to reminisce about the old days at school. Sure, they didn't talk to you anymore, but the reunion dinner is going to be different, right?

His hand moves down to lock the door but his actions made you take a step back, hitting the door. You forgot you're kind of trapped right now with no way out unless reasoning with him first.

"You don't really have to go . . ." The same hand moves up to your hair, tucking some strands behind your ear ever so gently it's almost . . . unnervingly creepy. "Do you?"

His eyebrow raised in question.

Your heart is starting to pick up its pace. Your fingertips are running cold. You don't understand yourself why you're so nervous in front of him. I mean, you had been nervous around him but this is a different kind of nervous. It's fear. Fear of him. However, he never hurt you yet. He never raised his voice to you. He's always been nice and sweet to you. But you really can't help this weird feeling.

So you slowly tell him how you feel.

"You're scaring me."

And there it is. It hit something in him. It's the last thing he wants, but the first thing to make you listen to him.

You can see his facial expression changes from demanding to guilt.

"Love, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just me!" His caging arms now freeing you while backing away a bit, most likely a tactic to show you he's innocent. "I'm just saying, wouldn't you be left out at dinner? I don't want my pretty girl coming home sad and disappointed when the past week you've been so excited about this dinner."

Andrew takes your silence to continue. "Stay here. With me."

You really want to insist on going yet you don't want to risk starting a fight. But it's unfair! You always let him win you over, now he needs to listen and let you go. Maybe a small chance could probably lead to a huge success.

"But please!" You drag the word longer, hoping he'll give in. "I haven't seen my friends for I don't how many years. It's just this once."

You seem energetic again. He takes this chance to step closer, a hand on the side of your face. His thumb brushes along your glossed lips you put on earlier, smudging it. His gaze move up from your lips to your eyes.

"I'm sorry, darling, but no means no." He said it so softly before he kissed you longingly. You somehow melt into him despite your disagreement. He's really not losing—like always.

He broke off the kiss to continue persuading you to stay. "I'm doing this for your own good. Sometimes you're too naive to be staying around them. You're too nice. I've seen it. And it hurts to watch you being used and throw you away."

You exhale a deep breath from the stress. Maybe Andrew's right. Maybe you are too naive to realize. They asked you for homework and notes, but then one day, they stopped talking to you. Maybe they really did see no use in you they've fulfilled their satisfaction.

But Andrew . . . Andrew never stopped talking to you. Andrew never threw you away. Andrew was always there through it all. Andrew never left you by yourself.

Like right now.

"Okay," you spoke softly, like a whisper, before nodding your head. "I'll stay in with you."

Good thing you were looking at the ground because now, Andrew can't hide the big smile on his face. He successfully manages to keep you by his side. His heart beats rapidly from the excitement, his skin was buzzing. He can be with you tonight. He can stay with you. Just the two of you!

He pulls you in his arms and strokes your hair. "That's my good girl. Always so obedient." He kisses the crown of your head before leading you to your bedroom so you can change to a more comfortable clothes.

He dreams of having you by his side forever but he doesn't want to go to extreme measures such as locking you in or tying you up. Maybe not just yet. Since you're so good to him and love him too, you deserve to roam around freely until you start to disobey.

He wouldn't want to do it but tonight, he was close to doing so just from how persistent you were.

[ sakusa kiyoomi ! soulmate au ]

it had been years since your own soulmate has rejected you. due to the nature of the message, one would assume it was cruel, but you couldn’t help but find it so despite how how your heart crushed when you had first seen it. it was simple and clear, the only sentence they had ever written you.

i don’t want a soulmate, please don’t contact me. sorry.

there were no conversations shared after you had responded with a simple ‘got it,’ and waited a few moments, making sure to give them time to view it before you erased the words to prevent the way your eyes seemed a little blurry every time you saw them.

when you had explained the situation to your friends, one of them looked you dead in the eyes, their eyes wide, and questioned how you seemed too nonchalant. they questioned if you understood what that had meant, that you would be alone forever, and you simply shrugged.

it wasn’t as if the situation didn’t affect you. of course, within all years you grew up, you tended to feel a little upset when you watched how other soulmates seemed so in love, how they completed each other upon first sight when the person made to love you didn’t want you, and of course you cried here and there, but one fact remained.

there was nothing you could do.

you weren’t going to pathetically and desperately try to change their mind. you had enough faith that if they changed their mind, they would grab a pen and make the first move themselves, especially since you were no longer kids.

you weren’t going to ruin your own life over someone you didn’t even know, so instead, you held your head high and moved on, and all your efforts were enough to let you intern and work with the manager of the MSBY black jackels. after talking with the lady, who seemed so overworked that you weren’t sure the salary could even be worth it, you found yourself finally standing in front of the team.

“guys, this is [y/n]. they will be sitting in on practice for the following two weeks, please don’t bother them.”

you offered a polite smile and a wave. “hello, it’s a pleasure meeting you all. if you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask.”

the exhausted manager proceeded to introduce them one by one, and while they were all very attention grabbing, your eyes only lingered more than necessary on one who coincidentally happened to be staring at you, eyes wider in an emotion you couldn’t make out.

sakusa kiyoomi.

it took you a few days to get comfortable with the overly chaotic team and it didn’t take long until atsumu finally brought up the over-used question that no longer made you flinch. “so, have you met your soulmate yet? they’re one lucky motherfucker.”

you almost snorted at the irony. instead, you hummed in disagreement, purposely acting unaware of how sakusa actually seemed to be interested in the conversation for once, how he immediately stopped his actions, eyes set on you as he watched your ever move as you scrolled through instagram. “flattering, ‘tsumu. i haven’t.”

the ball of sunshine that was hinata tilted his head curiously, eyes wide. “woah, do they live far? how come you haven’t met them yet?”

“oh, they rejected me.” you stated calmly, voice clear of any emotions. everyone seemed to freeze and you could have sworn you heard sakusa suck in a breath loudly, but you glanced up and offered a smile. “it’s fine, please don’t worry! it happened years ago, i’m already over it.”

atsumu blinked. “so… does that mean i can ask?”

meian immediately smacked the back of his head, apologetically glancing at you, but you only let out a light laugh. despite how the faux blond was very rude at times, you thought it was nice for him to ask first. after all, you had uncountable encounters where you hadn't even finished your answer before you were bombarded with rude, nosy questions. "yeah, i don't care. what's on your mind?"

immediately, miya, hinata and bokuto were slumped in front of you, legs crossed and attention undivided. they reminded you of little kids waiting for a reward, and you couldn’t help the small amused smile pulling on your lips as you shut your phone, taking note of how sakusa stood behind them, leaning on the wall with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.

“when did it happen?”

“i was ten.”

“did it hurt?”

“like physically?” you snorted, your amusement growing when the three nodded quickly. “no, it did not. it hurt a little emotionally, of course, but nothing physical.”

“what are you planning to do in life without a soulmate? will you fall in love with someone else?” bokuto gasped curiously, leaning closer, and you raised an amused eyebrow.

“contrary to popular belief, romantic love isn’t everything. i think i can survive alone, bokuto.”

he pouted. “that sounds so miserable, though! i have no idea what i would do without my keiji, [y/n]! how are you still alive?”

meian immediately pulled the athlete up with a scolding frown, but you let out a small laugh. “you can’t exactly miss something you never had, you know?”

“but still! i—“

“enough, you mannerless little shit.” meian sighed tiredly, shooing the two other athletes out as he dragged bokuto outside. the room was now empty with the exception of you and sakusa, and considering the man had never spoken a word to you before, nonetheless did anything but frown at you, surprise was an understatement to what you felt once he quickly took a seat in front of you, replacing the others with an even more distressed expression than bokuto had a few seconds ago.

“can i ask you a few questions?”

you blinked in slight surprise, then slowly nodded. “sure, go on.”

he swallowed harshly. “what— what would you do if your soulmate suddenly just wrote to you?”

for an odd unidentifiable reason, the question felt even more personal than any question you had ever asked before as you tilted your head in slight thought. “well, i would give them a chance.”

he frowned. “that’s stupid. they broke your heart, rejected you before they even knew you and you would give them a chance that easy?”

you stared blankly at sakusa, who seemed to realize his words immediately and grimace, swallowing harshly. “sorry— fuck. look, it’s just…”

he groaned for a second before he buried his face into his palms hopelessly and you resisted the urge to reach over and pat his head in a pathetic attempt to comfort him, your intense confusion distracting you as you patiently waited for him to continue. after a few seconds, he finally sucked in a breath, looking up with exhausted eyes and a frown.

“i may have rejected my soulmate when i was young and i’m too much of a coward to actually contact them again because why the fuck would you give your soulmate another chance after they rejected you? fuck, i have been through hell and i’m the one who made the decision!”

you blinked once, then twice, slowly registering his words, before shrugging. “i think that’s just because you’re a coward, sakusa.”

he pouted. you thought the sight was adorable and you ignored the sudden urge to squish his cheeks, mentally scolding yourself. you had more important things to focus on other than how utterly adorable he was.

“what have you got to lose?” you hummed, leaning over and resting your elbow on your thigh, your cheek resting on your palm. “you already said it yourself, you feel like hell. are you going to live the rest of your life simply wondering when you have the chance to change it and fix what you ruined as a child?”

he groaned loudly. “what if they weren’t as forgiving as you, [y/n]! what if they reject me?”

“well, they would have the right to, obviously,” you started, deadpanning. he visibly sulked, and you mentally groaned at how affected he was at this. why couldn’t your soulmate be anything like the attractive man regretting all his life decisions in front of you? you truely had the worst luck. “but, at least you wouldn’t have to wonder anymore, and even if they do reject you, they would probably take it back after a while, anyways. you’re soulmates, dude.”

he frowned as he considered your words, before he nodded slowly. “okay. fuck, okay, what’s the move?”

you blinked. “why are you asking me that?”

“you’re coaching me throughout this.” he stated blankly, and you would have immediately told him that you were definitely not qualified for that if it wasn’t for the fact that his hands were shaking. you sighed, reaching over and grabbing a pen from your pocket before you held it out. the way he immediately grabbed it without even bothering to satanize it first showed you how stressed he was, so you calmly stared at him until he huffed, looking up. “okay, i can do this. tell me what to write.”

you shut your eyes, leaning back in your seat with a tired sigh. this was definitely not what you signed up for when you decided on this job. “give me a minute to think. any prompts?”

“you’re too slow, i can’t wait anymore.” he hissed, and you heard the pen cap fall on the ground. you snorted loudly, ignoring how your arm suddenly felt a little numb.

“well, you certainly had no problem waiting years.” you muttered humorously. however, there was no remark from sakusa and you finally forced your eyes open when you noticed how quiet it was, your gaze falling on a wide-eyed sakusa, lips parted in disbelief. and to your disbelief, his gaze wasn’t on his arm, it was on yours, where there was suddenly a neatly scribbled sentence.

would you give me a chance if i asked?

it was silent for a few seconds as both of you stared blankly at your arm before you managed to swallow harshly, lifting your gaze up. once your eyes met, you couldn’t help but crack a wide grin. “well, are you going to kiss me or do i have to wait a few more years?”

your laugh echoed through the room when sakusa nearly leapt over to reach you, his lips silencing the noise as he held you desperately like you were to disappear, and every moment before his touch suddenly felt as miserable as bokuto had described it.

‘i have no idea how i was alive without this either, bokuto.’

when you're in a slow artist nijien-lover competition and your opponent is me