#&audition yuma

[roseangelxfuma]

Hi, can i request an &team reaction to their s/o having a cute sneeze (also idk If u write dis type of stuff but u don't have to write this)

I'm so sorry for the late answer and I'm currently procrastinating a project but!!

k: starts pinching your cheeks and going "you're so cute!!!”

fuma: dad mode. just dad smile looking at you like "it's impossible for someone to be this cute."

ej: I can see him being more chill like "yeah...that's my precious little angel...." just in his head

nicholas: same as euijoo, just like "damn that's cute"

yuma: snaggletooth is on display, probably oddly happy to see even your sneeze was cute.

jo: probably just blushes and smiles shyly, thinking "wow you're really cute I don't think I can handle this"

harua: probably thinks to himself "perfect match, I'm cute, you're cute, lets go take over the world"

taki: probably laughs and is just like "like a kitten."

maki: most definitely laughs, says bless you and probably just keeps smiling like "you're so cute..."

[firepony67]

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The video and the song itself are both just unbelievably beautiful, and it somehow captures the perfect summer vibes.

[pierofilm]

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.

K

“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."

EJ

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.

JO

“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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[winteringdream]

009. taking care

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synopsis : the girls soccer team hasn’t been doing great since the school year started. when nicholas starts taunting you about it you make a bet with him. will the two of you figure your differences out when your soccer team has to play against his?

Multiple short whistles finally sound on the field. Your head hurts too much to lift it up, your vision blurred because your nose got hit by a ball.

“She’s faking!” You hear the opponent yell.

“Look at her! Do you think she’s faking it? She’s bleeding for gods sake!” You know that voice all too well. Nicholas. What was he doing?

“I have to ask you to leave the field, please. We’ll take care of her.”

“Clearly not, because you didn’t even stop the game when you saw her laying on the ground, clutching her head.” Nicholas retorts. Rei is kneeling next to you, holding her hand against your wound. You can see the blood dripping down her elbow.

“You okay?” She softly asks, trying to look you in the eye. Tears roll down your cheek as you try to blink them away. Your nose really hurt.

A few other teammates have gathered around you, some gasping at the sight of the blood.

“Can I see?”

“It’s kinda bad.” You can hear Chaehyun tell Nicholas. His footsteps stop right next to your head.

“Hey, can you sit upright?” You do as you’re told, not caring that Nicholas is taking care of you.

Your coach begins to spew questions at you, afraid that you suffered a serious concussion.

“I know where I am, coach.” You reply. “I know what happened.”

As you try to stand up to convince your coach to let you continue, a wave of nausea hits you. You double over, afraid that you’re going to puke.

“This isn’t good, you can’t play like this.” Coach sternly says, urging you to the bench. “You have to see a doctor, I’m serious.”

“I’ll take her inside.” Nicholas proposes to the coach, who quickly agrees with him.

“Here take some tissues with you.”

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[kogallery]

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[chiiyuuvv]

(guess my fav guys)

[polaroidjake]

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

[roseangelxfuma]

"you look beautiful, princess." "you too, my dearest prince charming." Yumas smile was adorable, snaggletooth showing. "shall we dance?" his hand was held out for yours, a true prince, and you took it. "my beautiful." you smiled wide. "my handsome." you were close together, the dress's petticoat in the way of truly being close close, it centuries old in a centuries old ballroom. "thank you, prince charming." "thank you, princess."

(a/n: sorry for the late post, was going to post and then decided not to because of mourning, and I am planning to post for gaku day)

[firepony67]

I like them a completely normal amount

[winteringdream]

GOAL ! ──── ❪ 王奕翔 ❫

synopsis : the girls soccer team hasn’t been doing great since the school year started. when nicholas starts taunting you about it you make a bet with him. will the two of you figure your differences out when your soccer team has to play against his?

pairing : soccerplayer!nicholas x fem!reader

genre : enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, high school au, mainly written series, but will contain some social media elements as well

with : all &team members, enhypen’s ni-ki, jake & sunghoon, lesserafim’s chaewon, newjeans’ hanni & haerin, ive’s liz & rei, kep1er’s hikaru & chaehyun, aespa’s ningning, stayc’s isa

profiles !

soccer baes | 100 fifa ratings | others

masterlist !

001. let’s bet 002. the mood isn’t very good today 003. spooky walk? 004. lost but found 005. stalkers 006. exposed 007. whole ass event 008. THE day 009. taking care 010. don' t overdo it 011. conspiracy theories 012. library talk 013. food stall 014. events week 015. last practice 016. the match 017. soccer confessions 018. epilogue

updates every 2 weeks !

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[kogallery]

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[fictional-world777]

Confession time <3<3<3

[roseangelxfuma]

yuma masterlist

prince charming

halloween heaven

nap of a star

[polaroidjake]

&TEAM : SCENT OF YOU — NICHOLAS !

[winteringdream]

008. THE day

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synopsis : the girls soccer team hasn’t been doing great since the school year started. when nicholas starts taunting you about it you make a bet with him. will the two of you figure your differences out when your soccer team has to play against his?

cw: blood

TO SAY YOU WERE SCARED WAS AN UNDERSTATEMENT . You were absolutely freaking out, and there was nothing to stop the fact that in just a few hours you would be playing a soccer game in front of the whole school.

Liz and Rei tried to calm themselves down by having a sleepover the day before, but as you just saw on twitter, it hadn’t helped the slightest.

And now it was time to leave. You tried to take deep breaths, do whatever you could to ease the stress.

“Goodmorning my lovely teammates!” Chaewon exclaims as she enters the changing room. “Are we ready to win today?”

The groans and sighs that are supposed to be an answer to the question makes Hanni giggle.

“Is there any way we can back out now?” Rei inquires, she’s sagged onto the bench of the changing room.

“Nope! So in a few minutes we’ll get up that field and play like our lives depend on it.” Chaewon cheerily replies.

“I didn’t even touch her!” You yell at the referree, as you throw up your hands. “Ahe just laid down for no reason!”

The boys on the bleachers could feel your frustration. The minute you got the ball in the opponents box, the referree would call it a foul.

“Don’t mind, y/n! Let it go, we don’t have time for this right now!” Chaewon yells, and you nod. Your adrenaline is coursing through your entire body, you don’t know if it’s because you’re angry or if the training had helped. Either way, you were determined to win.

Your head is spinning from the hit. What was that? the ball? no, that couldn’t be it. Your hand reaches to your forehead, and when you look at your hand you see it. Blood. And not a little of it. Why doesn’t the referree blow his whistle?

Then again, something hits your head. This time you’re sure it’s the ball. Was it on purpose?

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[kogallery]

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