#yariibu

[pavik-qwq]

:｡･:’★,｡･:*:･🧡ﾟ’☆:｡･🧡:*:･ﾟ’★,｡🧡･:*:･’☆:｡･:

#yarichin b club #yariibu #kyousuke yaguchi #yaribu #yacchan

[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. 

#yariibu #t.ethan

[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.” 

#v: screen drama #Muse: Zen (Hyun) #yariibu

[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)

#yaribu #yariibu #manga

[reyukiiii]

Follow for a yaribu spam ♥️

#yarichin b bu #yariibu #yarichin b club #yuri ayato #instagram

[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.” 

#yariibu #( yariibu; yuri ayato. ) #⌜ *¨*•.¸ tamura yui┊ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏxɪᴄᴀʟ⌟ #⌜ *¨*•.¸ walking contradiction┊tamura yui / main verse⌟ #( answered. )

[romantxcxsm-moved]

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

Starter for @yariibu​​

#yariibu #❀ ❀ ` ┊ 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 ` ❀ ❀ #♡ ` ┊ 𝐼𝒞 { 𝒜𝓁𝑒𝓍𝒶 } #❀ ` —— { 𝒱:𝑀𝒜𝐼𝒩/𝑀𝒪𝒟𝐸𝑅𝒩 } #( Hope this is okay! ). #( Lol sorry she calls literally EVERYONE Sweetie ).

[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.  

#yariibu #Yu #why is Yu such a cutie omg

[swimmingforthegold]

continuation from here: x

                                        —— » [ @yariibu​ ]

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♒️  —   Letting out a sigh, seeing how the stranger was in the same predicament of their phones dead. He was so going to be late for practice, Rin now had to look around and see if anywhere had any indication of the time. Being in a new city, it shouldn’t be too hard to find something.

But then he perked up as the man actually had some idea of the time, and if what he said was true, then he still got time to get to the gym.

        “Oh yeah, that helps a lot. Thanks for that, and sorry if I interrupted you way.”

#yariibu #introduction #;; yu #thanks so much for this #AND PLS GIMME ALL THE PUPPY ;3;

[kycusuke]

@yariibu

Takashi Toono. The bane of Kyousuke’s existence, to put matters mildly. Why was he surprised to see Toono eating alone? He really should expect it by now. There was really only one other person who would eat with Takashi, and that person was probably off being adored by everyone in the school again. He’d left poor Toono all alone. Against his better judgement, Kyousuke would seize upon that opportunity, sitting alongside the other boy.

Ugh, but there were probably going to be repercussions for this, weren’t there? Takashi would have a million questions to ask, each one more pointless than the last. The fool didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut. Kyousuke, thinking quickly, hastily crammed food into his mouth to give himself an excuse not to speak. The fact that he was glowering at Takashi likely didn’t help his case, but at this point, that was to be expected from Kyousuke.

#|| ic #yariibu #god I hope this works as a starter #if it doesnt work just lmk and I will redo it

[pavik-qwq]

u know ... he is ...like... my  waifu

#yariibu #yarichin b club #kyousuke yaguchi #böKù🌸Wâ🧚ÿARiçHiñ🤴BįCChī😾ńO😩oSû🚣Dà🎉YO💦

[ambivalent-auguries]

@yariibu​ // Marcus for Tooru.

     A party, Marcus’ usual setting. Laughter surrounded him, mingled with chatter, voices blending in a cacophony of sounds. Slightly distracting, and he would have complained about it if he wasn’t contributing to it. His eyes drifted around the room as he took a sip from the cup in his hand, the taste unpleasant. Huh. That was interesting. Far more interesting than the conversation he was pretending to be engaged in. 

     “I’ll be right back,” he muttered as he rose from his place, steps decided in their trajectory. His gaze pinned the unknown man to his spot as he walked, tossing his cup on a nearby table. The stranger looked insecure. Out of place. Marcus was intrigued. A slight curve against his lips, before taking a seat next to the other. 

     “Can I get you a drink?” Observant eyes measured, analysed. How curious, he thought and he almost let a grin slide on his lips. 

#yariibu #t.marcus

[stylesofh2o-a]

@yariibu

   “A global sensation. A time for lover’s. Cherry Blossom season is the trademark of Spring,” a voice states as clear as the day above him.

    The camera swoops to the budding blossoms, a clear blue sky with wisps of clouds. Fingers shift with the stabilizer, his grip relaxing when he realizes how tight he’s been holding on to the handle. His other hand fumbles with his glasses, sliding it back up his nose as his eyes train the foliage. It’s clear to anyone that this pedestrian is a foreigner as he bobs and weaves among people over the bridge and along the outskirts of the babbling river. He zooms into the crystal clear water and if he angles it just right, Sal makes out his reflection. He lifts a hand, shoots a grin back up at himself and scoots back, nearly stepping on someone as he doesn’t pay much mind to where he’s going or who’s around. 

   “Woah!” Sal drops back, feet sliding out from under him as his rear meets the green blades of grass. He braces the camera to his chest and lets his eyes fall on the sky above. He cherishes days like these. Blue skies, fresh air, the pleasant tingling warmth that accumulates from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes. In the breeze above, the occasional petal drifts, spiraling down and down until it lands on the ground beside him. 

   He perks his head up, spotting the unsuspecting victim he’s nearly pulverized under his weight and equipment. The camera is shut off. “Sorry about that! Did I hurt you?” 

#muse: Sal #yariibu

[txrmentedbydxrkness]

@yariibu

How had it all come to this? One moment he and Tooru had been simply content being friends and the next they had been tossed into a situation like this. Though Rowan didn’t mind pretending to date his friend, he had to wonder what exactly had brought this on in the first place.

When Tooru had come running to him, begging for his help, he didn’t ask the other’s reasoning, instead agreeing to to what he could to try and make everything a little bit easier on him.

Now, as he walked down the hallway to meet Tooru for lunch, he had to wonder what would happen when the period of this whole farce romance eventually came.

#yariibu #{the man who walks with spirits;; rowan isaac jade}

[bostonwitch]

i’m back. ☀️

#anime #yaoi fanart #yarichin b club #akemi keiichi #art #fanart #yariibu

[hancfubuki]

@yariibu​ & ayato / x

       “scared of seeing your face every day, probably.” a normal comment slipping off his lips as usual, his expression changing into a funny one conveying his thoughts in a very easy way to understand. “coming or not? i might even cook dinner for you as i’m feeling generous today.” 

#yariibu #( yariibu; yuri ayato. ) #⌜ *¨*•.¸ tamura yui┊ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴅɪᴀʀʏ⌟ #⌜ *¨*•.¸ walking contradiction┊tamura yui / main verse⌟ #halloween date night~