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[poemsforay]

얼어붙은 맘 어디 깨볼까? 놀라버렸던 네 심장 말이야 맘에 들었어, 넌 그냥 say: yes 내가 널 부르면 얼음 땡.

[chilumitos]

۫ 𓈒 ꯭🧸 𓈒 tikklil ࣪ ⚬

[kolyasz]

[4doras]

&TEAM CONFESSING TO YOU ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

genre. fluff, crack

a/n. first teamies post~ i hope you guys like it!! 😋

more under the cut!

[yu-uji]

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! jujutsu kaisen (nanami + maki + higuruma)

[gumicons]

manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: maki zenin

IG: gumiconz

[talkingsaxy]

౨ৎ In the night, you see me falling, 네게 난 또 죽어 가지, Oh 네가 원한 게 이건지

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ᡣsong rec: accident - cho seungyoun ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅𐙚˙⋆.˚

please don't repost, requests open!

happy birthday, zanna @slytherinshua

[yu2ki]

the boy and the heron (2023)

[lucianosbasement]

The Shibuya Incident - Starts Augst 31!!

Here are some icons for u !

[wontune]

ʚɞ maki ( &team ) lockscreens !

[rose-tea]

*･ ‘ೀ i left my love in san francisco ♪ . ｡.:*

[poemsforay]

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[yeonruwu]

🪶 君たちはどう生きるか .

💬 宮崎 駿 : You see this world? There's more work to be done.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ jujutsu kaisen - maki. 🏳️‍🌈

like or reblog if you save/use.

[4doras]

SECRET SANTA ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

an unknown person keeps sending you gifts, who could it be? ⊹♡

yuma x reader

genre. fluff (lowercase intended)

wc. 1.2k

a/n. first andteam fic, i hope this is as good as you guys expected~ also the yuma pic fuelled this whole thing, he looks so cute omg (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

warning for mentions of death jokes!

at first, you thought it was a game of ding-dong-ditch. that was until you saw a gift sitting outside your door. it was a box— nicely covered with wrapping paper with cats and sharks on it, adorned with a small note on top.

you looked left and right for anyone who could’ve given this present, though it must’ve been a magician, considering no one was on either side.

“for: y/n, i hope you enjoy december. from: big cat” was what was written on the note. big cat? who was ‘big cat’? it was hard enough to think about who would have sent you this, even harder was thinking about someone you knew who could represent a cat.

you hastily picked up your phone, fingers basically shooting holes through the screen with how aggressively you typed.

“did any of you guys send me a present?” pressing enter, you send it to your friends: nicholas, maki, fuma, taki, harua, ej, k, and jo.

“nope, not me. i’m broke.” nicholas instantly replied.

“it’s from ‘big cat’… who’s big cat?…” you had your suspicions on nicholas, especially because you always thought he represented the face of a cat, but you remembered his financial state. surely he couldn’t have bought you a present.

the rest of your friends defended themselves, all collectively saying no.

“you have a secret admirer, y/n!” you could hear haruas giggles through the screen.

more under the cut!

“be quiet, haru.” followed by a string of rolling eye emojis.

you gently tore the wrapping paper as if it would hurt the person, and pulled the box out, recognising it as a prada box. your jaw immediately dropped.

“okay guys… who sent the prada box…” you had to re-type the sentence almost four times because of how illegible the typos were.

“PRADA??” all your friends were astonished by the brand, you could imagine their shocked faces.

you were rethinking everything now. did you have a stalker? how could the ‘cat’ know that you’ve wanted the bag for so long? you always told your friends about how much you needed a prada bag, and how you would ‘die’ if you didn’t get it. but fear not, you wouldn’t be dying anytime soon.

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after the first gift, you thought you wouldn’t get another. maybe one on christmas day, but not one everyday.

your new found collection of very expensive gifts grew, and grew. of course, you appreciated the gifts, and how well suited they were for you, everything somehow embodied you, but you just wished you knew who sent the gifts to you. you’d want to meet the sender over any gift.

little did you know that day would come soon.

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a familiar voice rang from behind you, harua. “y/n! wanna go out with the guys for christmas? plus, you can meet our new friend.” a sly grin formed on his face at the end of his sentence, one that wasn’t just happy to see you. though, you would usually reject anyone’s offer who had that sort of unsettling expression, you accepted his invite.

you woke up to snow falling from the sky, a beaming layer of snow covering the ground, the air was replaced with the sweet smell of gingerbread men, it was the perfect christmas morning.

“about to leave, see you guys in a while!!” you quickly sent a text to your friends before leaving, not before grabbing your scarf, and wrapping it round your neck.

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a hand waved up in the air of the cafe, catching your attention, then noticing it was haruas. you scurried over to the table, greeting all your friends, then noticed the odd one out, a boy with pink hair who you never saw before.

“i’m yuma,” the boy smiled, giving you a small wave.

“i’m y/n,” reciprocating his smile and sitting down.

as the other eight chatted together, you and yuma got to know one another better. you told yuma about yourself, and your hobbies, and yuma did the same. he was so invested to tell you about his interests— he was rambling on about every little detail. though it could’ve been annoying or boring to others, you wanted to know more about everything he said. you were completely immersed in his story that you didn’t notice that everyone had been staring at you two. “wrap it up, yuma. we have to go.” fuma was already standing up, ready to leave. “i hope i’ll see you again, y/n.” yuma bid you goodbye, as you both shared a smile. “me too, yuma.”

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though you thought the christmas luck was over, the night didn't end until you got another gift. except this time the gift was a small folded note, that lay apologetic in front of your door.

even though you got your daily gift, you still felt upset because of your missed opportunity. you knew you’d love yuma from the start, but you didn’t call after him to get his number. why? your meeting might’ve been your first and last, so why did you let the moment pass? but you must get over things. your fingers lingered over the edge of the paper as you opened it. a line of numbers were the only things that filled the paper, leaving you dumbfounded. but you thankfully realised: it was a phone number.

it was odd. no words were followed by the number, nothing to tell you about the number.

you punched the numbers into your contacts list, and sent the number a text:

“who are you?”

“oh, hi y/n :)”

“merry christmas, i forgot to tell you when we met”

“we met???”

“can we meet up… again?”

“where?”

“luné park, i’ll see you there”

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usually, you wouldn’t meet up with a stranger who said that you’d already met them, especially when you didn’t have a clue who it could’ve been, but something made you want to know who it was, even when it could be a murderer.

you sat on the swings at the park, scrolling on your phone as you waited for your big cat. “y/n?” your head perked up from the sweet tone, calling your name. “yuma? what’re you doing here?” you didn’t have a clue what he was doing here, all you wanted to do was find your mystery gift sender. “i said we’d meet at luné park, right?” he giggled, his soft smile adorned on his face. “you’re big cat?” your eyes widened, only now realising that he had been sending you such lavish gifts. his hand shot behind his neck, a warm glow growing on his cheeks. “yeah…” he seemed more embarrassed now.

you couldn’t have wished it was anyone else.

you got off the swing, giving him a hug. his scent was warm, like hot chocolate. your hand crept up to his head as you played with the longer parts of his hair that felt like velvet, despite its heavy dyed colour. “but why did you send gifts to me?” you asked him after you let him go. “you don’t get it?” he pulled you back, looking you straight in the eyes. “i like you, y/n.” the air around you went still. it felt as if you and yuma were the only people on earth. somehow, you stumbled on all your words just trying to start your sentence. which made you realise you needed to have another way to show yuma that you loved him too.

you kissed him on the cheek. you had to stand on your tiptoes, holding onto yuma as you gave him a peck on the cheek. when you stood back from yuma, you saw his already existing blush grow brighter.

“be my— no, can i be your boyfriend?” he took up your hands, pleading like a puppy.

“yes, yuma.”

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