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pieroulette · 11 months

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aaah yess thank you!!! can i request yandere andteam reacting to you trying to poison them? putting too much salt/pepper, sauce, etc! i don't know if you're ready to write yandere for andteam, tell me if that makes you uncomfortable.. i hope you're having a good day!!!

「 YANDERE! &TEAM REACTION TO YOU TRYING TO POISON THEM 」

WARNING yandere, poisoning, attempted murder, profanity.

AUTHOR'S NOTE yeepiee let the empire of &team fics rise upon the top of the pinnacle lmao. requests r always open for &TEAM (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ also this is my first time trying out a reaction lol, tbh I had fun and I hope this turn out well for you anon.

“Ha, darling.” Kei crouched before your helpless form on the ground, a pathetic scene after being yanked by him. “What’s this?” his hand clutches the bottle he caught you pouring it in minutes ago. Yet he didn’t say anything, he even waited for you to serve it before him—with that grin splattered on his face, you didn’t even have a tad bit of regret.

You just wanted to be free. Free, that’s all you've ever wanted.

However, he’s too cruel, too cruel. Just why won’t he die?

“Trying to murder me? How cute.”

Your dark orbs rattling in terror yet glaring up to him cause him to chuckle, yet even those oh so innocence on his plump lips ceases to exist, tugging your hand up making you stand up on your feet. “Tell me, who brainwashed you to do this? Would it make you happy if I’m dead in front of you, love?”

“Yes! I want you dead! You– you freaking m-monster,” stuttering as you saw his eyes darkened even more, yet you don’t care, proceeding with the words you’re going to say. “I’d be so happy to see you fucking lifeless, just so I can be free!”

A menacing silence of terror consumes the space you two were in.

“Well then, too bad.” He leans in forward, a few inches close to your face. “I’d be so happy to see you limping through the floor, just so you can no longer be free. I wouldn’t mind.”

FUMA

His face contorted into rage, ultimately pushing your feet backwards in attempts to avoid his hysterical form at the table, smashing the plates and utensils—it’s broken pieces scattered all on the red carpet. You were beyond terrified, Fuma has never acted like this. Even when he threw you in the basement for the first time, he was gentle and caring, even when you spat insults at him—he was patient.

This was the first time.

“I’ve done nothing but be kind to you,” Fuma snapped his rattling orbs, red veins popping around his neck, his once properly brushed hair now messy to no return. “Yet this is what you repay me?”

“Fuck, babe. How about we have dinner together then?”

“No- no!” you screamed at him as he got a spoonful of rice, approaching you.

“I thought you wanted me to die so bad? Then join me, we could feast as long as we want in hell, darling!”

YUMA

A hum so delighted as he placed the spoon on the tip of his tongue, but as desperate as you were to see him chew it and consume it. Long finger grabbed ahold of your jaw, and your orbs rattled in beyond horror as he pushed his lips against you, forcing your mouth to open and the beads of rice blended into your wet flesh.

You fell on your knees, splayed fingers clutching your mouth trying to get the poisonous dish off your esophagus.

A sheer giggle emits from the male standing beside you, hands grabbing a fistful of your hair—forcing your face to meet those psychotic gaze.

“I can see you want me to eat it, so I was thinking that it would be nice to share it with you too.”

NICHOLAS

“Pfft.” a menacing giggle emitted from the older boy, causing your arms to snap in fear after he dropped the rice-filled spoon onto the table. “Can’t you be any more dense?”

“See, guess I haven’t taught you enough under there? Tell me. I would be happier to spend more time with you.”

Glint of a blade flashed through your eyes causing you to squint almost immediately, horror splattered on your face as he twirls it around his fingers. Sadistic is what you call him, Nicholas lives on in your pain regardless of how much he says he cares for you. Grabbing the Polaroid camera, he did—as he approached you in a leisure manner.

You shook your head as you trembled before him, unable to utter anything to save your life.

A fit of laughter emits from Nicholas, as he crouched before you. "Babe, you're the reason why my head—" he tapped his fingers against his forehead, "Isn't functioning anymore. All it thinks about is you... crying actually."

"Now, say cheese."

He went hysterical of it, throwing you off the chair and yet immediately apologised like crazy. Constantly repeating how sorry he was for hurting you and stuff which immediately guilted you, like what the actual fuck?

“I get it that you want to kill me, but could you atleast give me the chance before you try to do so?” his teared up orbs held so much affection in it as he rubs your arm gently.

It threw you off, “I-i…”

“Next time, I’ll make sure to let you go. Just please, give me a chance. Give me time, if you still don’t like me then I'll let you go.”

You didn’t utter anything, only nodding over how desperate he was and how bliss replaced his contorted expressions in a swift speed as he pulled you in a tight embrace. Yet oblivious you were as the boy in your arms, smirking to himself. Sure, he was beyond pissed over your bold actions but how could he destroy his hard-earned innocent image? Yes he kidnapped you, restrained you against your wishes but it was because you were so oblivious.

His teary doe eyes fell on the floor, meticulously calculating the next step of his plan.

“I could’ve saluted you if you tried harder, you know.”

“What?” you bit your lip against the peering of the male sitting on the couch, the bowl of soup left unattended on top of the table. His slouching back facing you, however his voice laced with something you couldn’t comprehend only fuels the shivering on your hands as you tried to stop it.

Jo stood up in silence, turning over his shoulder where a gentle smile remained on his lips—approaching you ever so slowly, holding the plate on his other hand. “Did you put something in here?”

“W-what do you mean?” you lowered your eyes, avoiding his dark orbs. “Why does it taste salty? If you want, I can—”

“Nothing, it’s just nice. But I think that maybe, we could let someone have this.” Jo’s lips pulled up menacingly. “Let them have the soup you made, that’s how kind I am, right?”

HARUA

Harua stayed silent as he chewed, ultimately spitting it off to your utter horror. You could only observe as his heavy dark gaze fixated on you as he wiped his stained lips off with the white cloth as gently as possible—as if his initial reactions weren’t scary enough.. Quiet he was, but the dread consuming you had your knees tremble as an unnerving giggle emits from him, hissing at last.

“I-I’m sorry-”

“I don’t need your sorry.” He spat out, eyes widening and eyebrows raising in mockery. “I’ve given you enough chances, I guess you are just an ungrateful brat.”

“Do you think I'm dumb enough not to see how fucking excited you were to see me eat it?” Harua lifted his finger up to his lower up, pouting like a child. "I got to admit, though. That look, absolutely looks wonderful.

"However, do you think you can hold that look as I break your arms apart? You wouldn't need it anymore anyways, right?"

TAKI

“Say,” Taki turns his attention to you, chewing supposedly a dish you've poisoned. "How about you beg before I count to three?"

That alone was enough for your chair to screech against the floor, falling on your knees. "I- I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"

"Tsk, tsk. How foolish, are we, princess?" Your face received a harsh blow against the cold wooden floor, a stark contrast from his gentle voice. "I don't think begging is enough—"

Whimpering as you clutched your stinging cheeks from the impact.

Ogling his eyes out akin to a madness spiralling out from it, "You should at least show me how sorry you are by letting me carve my name on you, atleast?"

MAKI

“It tastes so good, I wonder what you put in it!” exclaimed Maki, a grin so wide and bright that it made your stomach churned. You felt sick around him, his puppy vibes.

"I- I just added some extra spices, you know..—" you waited in desperation for the poison to kick in, searching for the signs on his face.

Then came a giggle from the boy himself, "What are you so intently waiting for? If you're waiting for me to die then it's game over."

You found your tongue tied immediately when you caught on to what Maki uttered out loud. Yet despite that, that wide grin never ceases to exist.

"Cause love," that huge grin on his face only grew menacingly wider—yet those fluttering eyelashes lifted it's veil off the pitch black orbs peering into your soul. "It's on your food."

You hold your mouth as soon as he uttered those words, trying to vomit it all out. However the boy hummed in delight, placing his chin on his hands. "It's a joke, darling."

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kogallery · 6 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ៹ WE LINK 🐺 the wolves are here! ✦

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loserlvrss · 2 months

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꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? ꒱ 古賀祐大

summary : you and your boyfriend broke up on bad terms, however, you can't seem to get over him when it would be so easy to be under him instead

genre : angst, non-idol!k x afab!reader, 1st person pov (yeah idk why either) tws : angst, suggestive content, kissing, alcohol consumption, language, toxic!k, lovesick!reader, jealousy, verbal fight author notes : fuma’s innocent don’t do girl don’t do itttt word count : 2.2k

my phone pinged! and i debated ignoring it — for the nth time in the last hour. the music was blasting, the bass shaking the house in a dub-step rhythm. i took another swig from the metal can that had somehow made it into my hands as another text rang out and caught the attention of the girl attached to my arm. the smooth liquid was the best the bottom-shelf had to offer, and beggars can't be choosers when trying to get drunk fast.

her eyebrows knit, eyes locking on the piece of machinery closest to her sights, then raising to mine.

honestly, right now, i wanted to throw the overly-expensive communication piece at the wall and watch it shatter. i looked to her, the phone, and then the can, taking the rest of it back and crushing it like a frat-boy would.

she huffed out a laugh, "you didn't block him?" but, it wasn't so hard to believe and she knew it just as well as i did.

i still loved him, even after the couple of months we've been broken up; it's not because it was on good terms. actually, it was the complete opposite: we were shit to each other and it was best we went our separate ways. we should, in reality, hate each other. it would only be the natural thing for two people in our situation to do — however, i can't help fighting the urge to reply.

her disappointment was apparent, “y/n, are you kidding me. he’s not even here right now but you can’t stop thinking about him! pick any other guy, i beg.”

my senses were colliding like a car-wreck — leaving my better judgment in the leftover to never be found again. i could see the red and blue and hear the sirens howling out to the moon. still, even under my dying breath, his name would roll off it.

“i-i’m tryi —“

“don’t be ridiculous, i know you well.” she said, fishing the phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing out of my hand. she read out the top text, “y/n, come over. i need to apologize. I need y — he’s drunk. he only ever says shit like this when he’s drunk! you forget he was my friend before he ever dated you. and, god, do i regret introducing you to him.”

my heart sank, a nausea creeping up my throat. he was bleeding me dry, i knew it, but he could have it all; my skin, bones, blood and teeth.

“block his number before you do something we’ll both regret!” she handed it back, “you know i only want what’s best for you — you’re you for fuck sake! you could have anyone, and i mean anyone, yet the only person in your head only texts you at two fucking a.m. you deserve better than him, don’t kid yourself.”

tears pricked my eyes because i knew it was true, but the shooting pain only went away when his hands were on my skin. it was better to stay away, to not take the risk. he should’ve been — should be — the one to get away, and sometimes i also wished she’d never introduced me to the devil under a different name.

“okay,” i sniffled, her palm resting against my cheek comfortingly, “i’ll block him.”

“good.” she unlocked her arm from mine, pushing me forward, “now go find someone better! god knows the bar is low!”

i felt the brush of a body against mine as i found myself smack in the middle of the crowd. my head whipped to the sights of a boy, probably around the same age as me, half-lidded eyes and flushed features. he apologized but, honestly, it was my — her — fault, though he didn’t seem to register that it was anything but an accident, probably too drunk to.

it was an envious state, i thought.

i smiled lightly, her words echoing my mind, “its okay. i’m sorry. my name’s y/n.” his face was soft with godly-defined structure: sharp nose, eyes and plush lips that upturned with a smile resembling mine.

“fuma!” he said, trying to shout over the music. however, something about his tone told me he wasn’t loud, exactly the opposite in fact: gentle, and warm. something my boyfriend — ex — had lacked when we were still together once upon a time. “you’re very, uh, beautiful.”

i laughed at his awkwardness, though i had to read his lips to understand. “thank you,” i replied, pulling him down to my height to hear each other better. my lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “you’re very pretty too.”

he visibly shuddered as i pulled away, furthering my slight sense of pride, mostly because i never had an effect over the only person i wanted to.

he choked out, “d-do you want a drink?” and i nodded, grabbing at his empty hand. the friend i had come with gave me an approving smile and shrugged as if to say the cliché, 'he's cute and you only live once.' he froze, obviously a little shocked by our sudden intimacy, however he brushed it away and led us both to a quieter area; weaving through lip-locked and timely-jumping college students.

i found myself pushing up onto the counter top, watching as he grabbed two beers from an already opened case. they were warm, but again, beggars can’t be choosers when trying to get drunk. he cracked it open and handed it in my direction.

his eyes wouldn’t land on mine, but only stared at the lips that were taking the smooth liquid so easily, watching my throat bob with every gulp. he shifted, leaning against the painted-wood-plastic at my side.

after a moment of deafening silence he asked. “do you go to this school?”

“no.” i replied, letting the can rest against my crossed legs, “i’m here with a friend.”

“a boyfriend?”

the words stung, because no matter the truth, i still wanted to say yes. i still wanted to be able to call the person i loved so deeply my boyfriend — to have him pick me up from this stupid frat-party and not have anyone say anything about it. i still wanted him, and i knew exactly why, though i’d never admit it.

i bit my lip and fuma must’ve, even through his clouded state, read the room. “a sensitive subject, i’m sorry.”

“don’t be sorry, i, uh, don’t have a boyfriend.”

“anymore.” he corrected. maybe it was because he was drunk that his words, even slurred, were so truth-filled it stung. “but i can tell you still want him to be.”

“no,” you paused, both knowing it was a lie, “i want to forget about him. he’s not here.”

“he’s not?”

“i don’t give half-a-fuck where he is in actuality.” you swallowed a bit of your pride, as well as some beer, “if he wanted to, he would. right?”

“right.” he replied, taking another swig.

i looked at him, all of him in disbelief. he knew i was a liar, but at the end of the day he didn’t even know me the way my ex could claim. maybe, i thought, that it was the best possible situation for me to be in. actually, it was the best i could make of this fucked up reality.

my voice lowered ever-so-slightly, “do you want to?”

“be your boyfriend?”

“woah, slow down there cowboy. let’s not go that far right now — we both know i’m not over my ex.”

i couldn’t tell if his face flushed from embarrassment or just the copious amount of alcohol running through his blood. “then, do i want to what?” he breathily-laughed out.

“make me forget?”

my reply almost sounded desperate, and i wondered if that resulted in an inclination to say yes. i wondered if that’s why i was pressed against the countertop i once sat criss-crossed on, lips locked with a stranger.

i felt guilty — a little lost — the sense of feeling so good but so wrong leaking through the thought of him; the man whose hands desperately groped whatever he could find, pressing our bodies so close i was convinced we could merge into one.

a moment ago it was true i wanted him to make me forget about my ex, i wanted him just as bad as he did me. but right now, the flashes of someone else strobed behind my eyelids, projected so nicely that i even wanted to forgive him — for the nth time in the years we spent on and off. i wanted to feel the intimacy of love, even if it was fake, but i couldn't when the only person i felt stockholm syndrome for was across the city.

but, a bus ride at this hour would be easy. it would take barely half and hour before i was underneath the man i wanted so pathetically.

my body shivered, but it wasn’t from the way fuma gripped my skin so gently. i felt a coursing guilt rush over me like a bad high. in reality, i knew i shouldn’t have offered, especially when both him and i were under copious amounts of influence; him worse-off than me. i was taking advantage of a good situation, a seemingly good guy, just to get over a bad for 40 minutes.

maybe i was just crazy — not crazily in love — but just plain fucking crazy. crazy for a man who wasn't mine anymore. crazy because i knew i shouldn't want him. crazy because i knew i was just losing a part of me that should've been lost a long time ago. crazy at the thought of being crazy.

"y/n" god, now i could ever swear i was hearing voices — his voice. well, that was until a hand grabbed my bicep, pulling me away from the tall man. "y/n, what the fuck are you doing?"

i didn't even get a chance to swing around fully before i was being pulled from the kitchen and out of the house entirely. the air was frosty, but honestly i couldn't be bothered to even feel cold; too annoyed to think of anything but the man who was still latched to my arm. eventually, i got fed up, after feeling copious amounts of despair fill my chest, pulling my limb from him.

he turned around calmly, despite the red i could see seeping behind his pupils. he tried to grab my hand this time, but i back away before he had the chance.

"don't — don't touch me, k." i crossed my chilled arms over my chest, one foot back and prepared to step again, "what are you doing here?"

"you weren't answering."

i scoffed, "i never answer, k. that's nothing new."

he didn't hesitate, and it was a little shocking, "your location is still on."

"that doesn't give you th-the right to just show up out of the blue!"

and despite being mad at him, he looked so damn cute with a pout on his face. i could tell he was somewhat drunk, a pink tinting his features i used to adore oh-so-much.

"but, you weren't answe —"

you yelled, "why would i answer you, k!" i couldn't understand his infatuation with the fact that i didn't answer his late-night texts, but maybe he was just as lovesick as i felt. "wh-why would i do that after all this time?"

was he just as damaged as i was? did he really still front like he cared, and was i still falling for it over and over again? it's said that to forgive takes strength, but right now i think that holding back is taking more out of me. he had my heart in his hands still, and despite dropping it countless times, he always knew when and where to pick it back up.

i wasn't sure if i loved him, but i'm just as unsure about not being in love with him. he's driving me to brink of insanity. he's gotten everything out of me, and it's taking everything in me to not muster up more.

if i had known that love would've had such a high price tag, would i still have felt the same way towards him? maybe the good could out-weigh this bad, but i was never one to wishful think before meeting his stupid-pretty eyes. i was never one to feel so unsure before having his stupid-hot skin on mine. i was never one to wear my heart on sleeve before he oh-so-gently pulled it out of me.

and maybe he was unsure too. maybe he didn't know why i wouldn't — couldn't — answer his messages. maybe he was one to think so highly of himself that s breaking up was just a suggestion.

did i love him enough to give him a fourth, fifth and sixth chance? yes. i loved him enough to forgive and forget after every little mistake, and that's what's eating at my brain. the hardest thing I've ever had to do was walk away while still loving him. so, why doesn't it feel like it's for the better? why doesn't his memory fade like its supposed to.

"admit that you only came to see if i was with someone else." i sighed, tears blurring over his frame, "admit that it was because you were blinded by jealousy. admit that you still want me, that you can't get over us as easily as i thought. admit that you still lo —"

"i love you, y/n."

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polaroidjake · 1 year

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&TEAM : UNDER THE SKIN ( STUDIO CHOOM ) — NICHOLAS !

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andteambabies · 2 years

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Their First Date With You

Pairing: you x &team members

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

💕♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡♡︎︎💕

Ⓚ

•He'll be the most confident boy ever in his first date with you.

• He will keep the conversation going on and on for hours, while laughing and smiling sweetly at you.

• K and you will be laughing the entire night and the people around would look at you two weirdly.

• He starts to act like your personal servant. "Ms.LN, let me serve you some wine"

• He probably would have a small present for you like a ring or necklace (real gold or silver cuz he rich 🤑)

• Will hold your hand for a long moment.

• His eyes will look at your eyes deeply and won't stop staring at you.

• He'll behave playfully and respectfully with you. Maybe you could receive a kiss on your hand from him if you let him do.

💕♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡♡︎︎💕

ⒻⓊⓂⒶ

• He'll try look confident BUT he is quite nervous inside.

• Has a playful shy smile lingering on his lips, he'll bite his bottom lip from time to time.

• He coughs to get your attention. "Ahem!...so...do you like how the restaurant looks?" He will take you to a fancy luxury restaurant.

• When you're having trouble cutting the meat he will help you out.

• He doesn't speak much however he is a great listener and listens to you carefully.

• He acts like a mature adult taking out his precious wife for dinner.

• He can be funny and have you laughing a lot.

• When you are talking or looking else where, his eyes does not avoid you. It's like he is looking at the most beautiful thing ever.

• Say anything romantic and you'll have him blushing on your words.

💕♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡♡︎︎💕

ⓃⒾⒸⒽⓄⓁⒶⓈ

• He is all SMILEY SMILEY and blush blushy.

• He would be a little awkward with his body language because of nervousness since he does not want to mess up anything.

• He scratches behind his hair and then pressed his lips together.

• " ah...YN, I think you're looking pretty tonight..." he would confess with a shy smile as he looks down at his plate and you laugh because you find him so cute.

• He'll be quiet a shy flirt with you as you do the same to him making him blush crazily.

• He'll be playful with you, teasing you with food, and bothering you in the table ( not in the annoying way tho lol)

• The sweetest and kind dinner partner you'll have.

• His jokes will have you going to the restroom 🚽

💕♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡♡︎︎💕

ⒺⒿ

• A real gentleman indeed.

• He is the type of guy who does the "ladies first" thing.

• Gets out your chair for you to seat.

• His face and body language is confident but inside he is a little nervous.

• Knows how to keep up a conversation.

• "YN, you look very pretty tonight, did you dress like that for me?"

• Both of you talk about something you both like a lot!

• Man is whipped for you and your charms.

• He is ALWAYS smiling at you.

💕♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡♡︎︎💕

ⓎⓊⓂⒶ

• Another funny guy.

• He is great at complimenting you! " that dress looks good on you!"

• Respectful gentlemen.

• He is alway the first one to start things like serving the juice and food to you.

• Flirty guy ;)

• He would probably feed you food just to tease you and watch you whined out of embarrassment.

• Puts a cute flower behind your ear. "You look cute" he grins.

💕♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡♡︎︎💕

ⒿⓄ

• SHY SHY SHY

• okay just in the beginning once he gets use to vine he will be talkative.

• His mind is: YN LOOKS SO CUTE TODAY! But his face is calm and just a small smile lingering on his lips.

• Try's to be a gentleman but can end up being a little awkward and laughs it off.

• You ask him if he is alright due to his calm face you even thought he didn't want to here with you but then he smiles at you and his eyes shine. " yes! It's just....my first date so I'm a little nervous..."

• You hold his hand to comfort him. " be you Jo, that's it." You tell him.

• He nods and blush slightly. "Okay" he tells you.

💕♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡♡︎︎💕

ⒽⒶⓇⓊⒶ

• Cute Gentlemen

• Silly Boy

• Literally loves to make everything out of a joke. You can't help but laugh at his cuteness and silliness.

• " let's play we're in a drama, something like Business Proposal " then he runs his hand to the side of his hair like the character Kang Taemoo.

• Literally your dining with him was the best because he was so talkative and silly.

• Suddenly he tells you. "YN, now that I share this amazing moment with you....let's marry" he grins showing his big from tooth.

• you: 😳wha-

• him: 😂🫵🏻haha you really thought I was serious! Cute!

💕♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡♡︎︎💕

ⓉⒶⓀⒾ

• Confident yet a little awkward.

• "SO YN~...how you like the food~? Honey;)" he would try to act like a cool handsome adult man but fails.

• "Riki stop trying and let's eats!" You say.

• A total CLOWN on the table.

• " I feel like I'm dating a child" you say.

• "you are" he says and continues opening his mouth wide to fit in his food.

• Whatever is going on you're enjoying every moment of it.

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• Sweet sweet sweet angel.

• Gentlemen

• Does not stop smiling and is so kind and caring towards.

• " oh I drop my spoon" Maki immediately picks it up for you and wipes it off.

• " oh I'm hungry" he orders you more food.

• Likes talking about his romantic feelings towards you.

• amazing eater probably ate your food too.

• He loves taking pictures so he took so many of them with you that night.

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2myl0ver · 5 months

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🫧 darling, you're my lover! 🫧

💭 SYNOPSIS. spending time with your boyfriend of five years, murata fuma, planning out your future together. describing what your house would look like, and possibly what your kids would look like, how you would never loose connection with him and how you'd always love him.

💭 WORD COUNT. 667

💭 GENRE & CONTAINING. fluff & crack, you live together, reader is the same age as fuma, most of this is just talking, but no warnings, just you and fuma in front of the fireplace <3

💭 AUTHOR'S NOTE. this work belongs to the Lover! series (2/9). this is my first fuma fic in a whilee since my hiatus!!🥹 hope you enjoy this. ♡︎

You walked up to fuma, who was sitting on the small sofa that he had just now dragged in front of the fireplace for the both of you.

You sat down next to him, handing him a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows while you drank yours. It was times like these in winter that you felt bad for him, he got cold easily, even just from air conditioning. Right now, he was sitting beside you, trying to get as warm as possible, layered in a bunch of clothes and a robe.

You reach out your free hand and start petting his hair. "I know you're cold right now, but I really love the decorations we put up this year."

He smiled, turning his head to you. "Me too. I think this is the best and most we've ever decorated after 5 years."

"We can leave the the christmas lights up 'til january. I really like them." you say.

"That's fine. There's no written rule that we can't do that. This is our place, we make rules. "

"I always imagine what it would be like if we had kids and a bigger home; imagine decorating with them for christmas! I would absolutely love to." you say, in an attempt to get him to think of something else aside from the temperature.

He smiles, glad that you see a future with him. "I imagine that too! Imagine how our kids would look like."

"Oh, they would look great. With me and you as their mix? The only way they'd look bad is if you cheat on me."

"Woah! what a way to turn this around." he laughs.

"I'm kidding. But seriously, I see the rest of my life with you." you say, genuinely; feeling and meaning every word.

"Glad you do; I've kinda planned my whole future with you." he confesses. "Good. I didn't really have anything else pictured in my mind."

He moves closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder while the other holds his hot chocolate. "I love spending time with you like this."

"Me too." you say, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"How do you picture our wedding?" you ask out of curiosity.

"Why?"

"Because, I need to know if we're picturing the same thing here. I don't want you thinking I'd have a wedding with neon orange as the color."

"I don't know what you're picturing, but I'm definitely not picturing that. I'm thinking of a natural light green, don't you think?"

"That sounds nice.. either way, my dress is gonna be white."

"I think white looks great on you."

"Everything looks great on me."

"You're right, sorry."

"I always am." you say before you both laugh lightly.

"But seriously, I think white looks great on you, it compliments your features." you listen to him say before looking up at him. "Really?"

"Yea," he shrugs. "You know that one white top you always wear? You look beautiful in it. Well, you always do, but white really suits you, like it was made for you or something. So, I think you should wear white.

"Wow, so much planning mr. murata, you haven't even proposed yet."

"Hey I'm working on it! I don't wanna propose with a random ring. Just you wait, I'm gonna get you the ring you've been on about for 5 years now."

"You don't have to, you know. I'd be glad with a paper ring as long as it's from you."

"I know that, you don't ask for much but.. I wanna give you what you deserve. The past 5 years with you, you've made my life feel like a movie and you've always been there for me." he looks away as he finishes his sentence, too shy to look directly at you.

You kiss his cheek, making him jerk his head back to your direction, you take advantage of this and kiss his lips. "I'll always be here for you, okay? I love you." you look him straight into his eyes. "I love you too."