#yariibu

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[ambivalent-auguries]

@yariibu​ // Ethan for Akizawa. 

     He has put the heat on, the chilly months of the autumn creeping up on them now. And despite being dressed, under covers, comfortable enough - the apartment still feels cold. He feels cold. The tiny ball of resentment in his chest aches and shudders, trying to escape the narrow spot Ethan has buried it in, looking to expand and grow and take over his chest. He opens his eyes, peering at the sliver of light crawling underneath the door to their bedroom - he has left the light on, knowing Akizawa would return. At some point. He takes a breath, turns around and faces the empty spot next to him. The distant echo of laughter and the rumbling voice of the other man occupy the space beneath his skull. Does he show that laughter to other people? To him? 

     Resentment is joined by ferocious jealousy, before both of them are encompassed by fragile insecurity. He reaches out to touch the cold, empty space where his lover should be. He’s sure that side smells like Akizawa more. A furrow latches onto his eyebrows, before being replaced by surprise as he hears the door of the apartment groaning open and being closed with a thud. Shuffling sounds replace the solemn silence of the space now and his eyes flutter close. Perhaps he can ignore it altogether - the belated arrival (again) and his resentment, jealousy... Even the insecurity could be quieted down. He wishes sleep would attack him at this moment, he wishes not to hear the inevitable words that will come from the lips of the blond. 

     The steps of the other man pause slightly as the wooden floor groans. His breath is caught in his throat as he waits for the ritual to take place. For a moment, panic settles in his mind and he’s sure Akizawa will turn around and choose the couch over him. But then the mattress sinks in and he can’t help it. He opens his eyes and is welcomed by a passive expression - it makes his stomach twist and his chest flush with anger. Then the words come. Ethan clenches his jaw, presses his lips together, closes his eyes again. He tries to soothe his hurt ego and his tired, tangled thoughts. 

      “Again?” he makes in a low voice, the word escaping his throat in a coarse tone. “Was it delivery day today?” he offers, waiting for the bait to be taken. He doesn’t even know if he wants the other to give him an answer. Just go to sleep, Aki. 

[stylesofh2o-a]

@yariibu:

the cooler air felt unexpectedly nice in comparison to inside the venue . he kept quiet at first , true to his word that he really didn’t have anything else to say . yui kept his arms crossed near his chest , becoming way too aware of just how often he shoved his hands into his pockets when he didn’t have them . eyes watched the other as he started talking , immediately feeling a sense that he wasn’t even at the party long enough to drink anything in order to deal with this - but he stays in silence & hears him out .

zen’s profile seemed to look much different then . in the evening with a lit cigarette in his hand - yeah , there was no doubt why he’d have so many female fans .

he crinkles his nose a bit at being called a “ brat ” again - coming from a narc like him - but he holds his tongue . no point in arguing anymore . if zen didn’t even understand why he kept reaching out to him , it wasn’t like yui would ever know why he bothered . especially the first few times he didn’t answer .

             ❝ i did read your messages , by the way . that probably makes it worse , though . ❞

& he still had them on his phone , too . probably because yui kept telling himself he would answer zen at some point , but that was just another case of him not being honest with himself . a hand reaches up , toying around with one of his earrings as he kept his gaze in the opposite direction from the other . shoulders shrug , knowing fully well that anything else that could come out of his mouth would probably make all of this worse . maybe he’s ticked off zen enough for a lifetime . & yet he’d probably still do it more .

    Wincing at the admission that the other had read the messages, Zen felt a blow to his own self-esteem. Right, don’t gear the conversation to rest on Yui. He had to stay focused. He sucked in another lungful of nicotine, the cigarette tasting bitter on his tongue. Even now, he was raking his mind for the right thing to say. How to phrase it? The internal conflict he was feeling was immense. If they weren’t going to keep in touch, then Zen wanted to leave a lasting impression on the other just as he had to him. 

    Too quickly, Zen’s perspective of the world had been turned on its ass. Basking in roles as the male love interest to a plethora of women had taken a severe blow to how he looked at himself. He refused to embrace a part of his life that wasn’t a pre-set role for him. Fall in love with a beautiful woman, retire happily, these were the words he practiced and preached. Not once had it come across his mind to humor the idea of being involved with another man. Hell, he was even guilty of accusing Jumin of such desires and yet--

    The silence went on for too long. 

    “I should hate you,” Zen finally said, defeated. The heel of his palm, fingers clutching the glowing cigarette, came to rest at his brow bone. “I could hate you so easily. You’ve been nothing but awful and gross and this is one of the few times someone’s not so willingly thrown all of their attention at me and I- don’t know how to act,” he rambled, hoping that his endless looping of words would make sense. Maybe someday he could come full circle and get to the fucking point. Instead, he danced around the elephant in the room, quickly and recklessly.      “And while I preached to you to give yourself the opportunity to be loved properly, I couldn’t even follow my own advice,” he heaved a sorry sigh, face burning. “You become so consumed with this fairytale idea of finding romance through these roles and how the world looks at you, that you forget that it can be ugly and harsh and rude. Unforgiving,” Zen eventually teeters his gaze back over to Yui. He wanted to hate him. 

    “I think about you. All the time. It’s suffocating.” 

[thesmoothpudding]

Yaribu is? Surprisingly good???

The only problem I have is the translation of what I assume was a switch (seke?) as bi. Like no, baby. No.

(And calling them with lesbian role names ugh)

[reyukiiii]

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[hancfubuki]

UNPROMPTED !! / always accepting

@yariibu​ said: ayato's just gonna sneak up behind yui as quietly as he can , placing his hands over the other's eyes like a child would . ❝ guess whoooo ~ !! 

      the day was so damn boring that yui thought that he could fall asleep at any time on that couch he was sitting on. or at least until the familiar voice appeared to take his peace away. just kidding, the fun actually just arrived, finally. “huuuuuuuh. a nuisance.” his eyes were covered, but if ayato turned to see his face he could see the eatshit grin that appeared on his lips. his own hands moved to be placed atop ayato’s, moving them away from his eyes to subtly hold them. “just in time, i was dying of boredom.” 

[romantxcxsm-moved]

♡  ❛❛  Ahhh, Sweetie...Um, do you need some napkins?  ❜❜

Starter for @yariibu​​

[akumanoken]

@yariibu​ (x)

“A-Ah.. hi...” he nodded.  He bit his lip, shrinking jus a little.  “I..um... I’m Souji...” introductions are what came first, right??”  He shook his head, running fingers through his locks. “S-sorry I... I’ve never done anything like this before and... well, you looked like the nicest guy and... so...”  His voice trailed off, hands wringing.

Cold feet?? Second thoughts?? Perhaps, but perhaps that’s why he picked this guy out of all the others.  He didn’t seem the kind to make him feel uncomfortable.