#yuujibaba

[natsu-day]

Natsuuuuu, I missed you!

Yuuji! I'm sorry😭 I've been a little busy so I don't really meet or talk with friends anymore...

[shibones-blog]

Holy shit - it's been ages!!

henlo 😎

[astdesu-blog]

Date~

Send me “Date?” and i’ll answer…

Who asks for it:

[ x ] Your muse asks mine

[ x ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[ x ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ x ] Double date with Takamiy-san!

Location for the date:

[ x ] Movies • [ x ] Romantic Comedy • [ x ] Adventure Movie • [ x ] Animation (Pixar/Disney) • [ x ] Horror • [ ] Drama • [ ] Buddy Movie • [ ] ___ (other options)

[ x ] Restaurant • [ ] Expensive/High Class • [ x ] Small and familiar • [ x ] Fast Food

[ x ] Nature• [ x ] Beach• [ x ] Park• [ x ] Forest    • [ x ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ x ] Visiting an amusement park

[ x ] Visiting a haunted location

[ x ] Staying at home• [ x ] Watching movies• [ x ] Playing Video Games• [ ] Reading

[ x ] Just looking at you all the time with Takamiy-san…! 

The date might hopefully end with…

[ x ] …holding hands

[ x ] …a kiss

[ x ] …in bed

[ x ] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ x ] Yes.

[ ] No.

[beforethexstorm-archived-blog]

yuujibaba

  Anna, Amélie, Raïssa and Jin Ah, basically all of...

{my muse is gay himself but he interests with anyone who’s not an asshole I am just busy with my thesis and rarely around, else you’d have heard more. but Tumblr rp changed a lot tbh. i mostly play in private on discord anymore bc it’s often not worth the effort around here

[ I miss you and the rest of my old-time rp partners ;; I don’t want to rp anywhere else than Tumblr even though I know it’s a handicap, because Skype and Discord are for my IRL friends and gaming voice channels. And it’s really weird not to have muses know each other like “oh you know X too? oh cool, me too!” and then have a thread from that. You’re right, Tumblr rp changed a lot and if it wasn’t for a few people, I would’ve deleted this blog ;;

[seonggasim-blog]

So @yuujibaba is selling pie now...

[tttt117-blog]

@yuujibaba replied to your post “ªâœªâœªâœªâœªâœªâœªâœªâœªâœª”

Yes! I was too shy to sent anything else, so this has to work!

That y' can still be shy so late into our faux marriage is one’a th' things I love about Yuuji-san.

[tmyfcks-blog]

@yuujibaba

Tomoya’d fallen into the housewife routine far too easily, even if he and Yuuji weren’t necessarily married. They’d not quite moved in together (the scandal would’ve been massive, in the event people put the pieces together) either, but frequent visits were better than nothing at all.

Work would’ve prevented them from spending too much time together regardless, Tomoya supposed. The only times Yuuji came to visit were when their free times coincided, and since TOKIO was busy 6 out of 7 days of the week, and Yuuji’s own career had its own fluctuating tendencies (and random practises, it seemed), those free times came far less often than either of them would’ve hoped. Indeed, a number of intimate moments had to be shared through mailing or phone calls or little video calls and the like, and whilst Tomoya enjoyed the sound of Yuuji’s voice and the adorable way he typed into his silly mobile phone and how sweet he looked, early in the morning, all bedheaded and soft and wishing Tomoya luck on DASH Island, he enjoyed the younger man’s physical presence over a thousand times more.

They were always special occasions to him, these days that Yuuji came to visit (or the days that Tomoya went to see him, though Tomoya’s home in Setagaya was the usual location for their little trysts). Before Tomoya knew it, he’d started to cook elaborate meals for when he came -- things with special vegetable dishes, and meat dishes, and soup, and even a bit of dessert left in the fridge for later -- and it made him feel almost ridiculously like his mother, back when he used to live with her and she’d make meals for the family to have dinner together.

And that was what Yuuji was, wasn’t he? Family? Barring the fact that they’d only started this try at a relationship a few weeks ago (six weeks and five days, not that Tomoya was counting), Yuuji being his boyfriend meant that Tomoya was going to treat him like he treated any other of his loved ones when they came over.

...well, except he’d never put lace on if his mother came, but that was a different matter entirely. (Any dutiful housewife would look especially pretty after reuniting with their husband after a stretch of time, wouldn’t they?)

In any case, his nikujaga was just about ready, a fact he confirmed as he lifted the pot lid and gave the potatoes within a little poke with a chopstick. Tomoya smiled, teeth digging into his lip; he was proud, certainly, and he was even more excited by the prospect of seeing Yuuji’s face when he ate his home cooking. That only made the waiting more unbearable, knowing everything was ready but that Yuuji wasn’t home yet -- and he thought of, perhaps, taking a nap until the doorbell rang, but it chimed just as Tomoya worked to untie the apron wrapped around him.

Mii-chan beat him to the door, her little kitty paws tapping along the hardwood to greet who she’d come to acknowledge as her second father. Tomoya, not wanting to be outdone, hurried himself, deciding he could take the apron off later. In his haste he nearly slid across the floor in his socks, but Tomoya got to the door just as Yuuji finished unlocking it, his arms spreading wide in greeting (he was expecting a hug at the very least) and his head flicking back to get his fringe out of his eyes.

The door pushed open, and Tomoya chirped, “Yuuji-san, welcome home! I made you dinner!”

Of course he kept the -san. Wives always did, didn’t they?

[izumanami]

You are a lovely lady, don't let anyone make you feel any differently than that!

You’re kindness embodied.