ヤリチン☆ビッチ部

i just spent a dumb amount of time completely re-vamping all of my muses’ information . their bios are longer & accommodate more information about them , & i think they’re set up much cleaner .

here is my updated muse page .

that being said , i’ve also decided to change some of the activity statuses of some of my muses , hence this post .

ACTIVE MUSES :

these muses are always available ; feel free to tag starters & send asks or memes for them at any time

ayato yuri  |  yui tamura  |  koshiro itome  |  tooru fujisaki  |  yu kashima  |  itsuki shikatani

UPON REQUEST :

these muses are harder for me to get into & keep muse for , but i will write them if they are specifically requested & plotted out first . they are still available for asks or memes at any time .

keiichi akemi  |  kyousuke yaguchi  |  takashi toono

SECONDARY MUSES :

these muses will have limited threads & must be plotted out first . they are not available for asks or memes .

masamune kono |  zhang yong minami  |  hachi akizawa

❥     UNPROMPTED .

    Zen smiles, relishing in the warmth of Yui’s skin as he presses a plethora of kisses to every inch, looping around the front of his throat to attack the other side. His palms weigh heavy on Yui’s waist, keeping him impossibly close as his hands lift away from him. “All mine,” Zen croons, nosing the hinge of Yui’s jaw.      “First thing’s first, then,” Zen murmurs, pulling back for their gazes to meet. “Call me hyung, okay?” 

❥     UNPROMPTED .

     Having gotten home a little earlier than expected, Zen was ready to spend the rest of his birthday at home with Yui. Exhausted from the promotional shoot, he’s fortunate that everyone had been so kind and encouraging, even offering to take him out for celebratory drinks – which had been tempting, but his prior plans took priority. The smell of bread wafts through the house and Zen’s features blossom into a smile as he trails further in to find his boyfriend.      His heart nearly skips out of his chest as the pair of arms find their way around his waist. He instinctively leans into the touch, smile softening as he leans into the lips pressed below his ear. His heart picks up pace as the realization hits: 2 hours?      “Of course,” he replies quickly, turning over in Yui’s arms as he catches the other’s wrists into his grasp. He beams, leaning in to place a proper kiss to Yui’s lips as he walks their bodies into the neighboring wall. “Smells good in here,” Zen murmurs between feverish pecks, hands coming into contact with the other’s hips to push his towel down.      “Mm, and so do you,” Zen murmurs as lips meet the crook of his neck, teeth grazing over the pulse point of Yui’s neck. “Is this the first course?” he breathes an airy chuckle, guiding Yui’s hands back to his own clothing. 

he grins into each of those kisses , his hands moving immediately to the closures of zen’s pants as soon as his fingers were guided back .   ❝ could be , ❞   he teases back , pressing kisses to the other’s neck in return as he lets his towel fall haphazardly to the floor without care . 

❝ i’m gonna let you do whatever you want . appreciate it . ❞   with that , he relinquishes his control on the other’s clothing , holding his hands up as if he were being arrested .   ❝ i’m yours , ❞   yui nearly growls .

❝ hey , ❞   he chimes as he rests his chin on zen’s shoulder , his own body clad in nothing but a towel around his hips . hands slide down the other’s front , already working at his clothing .

   Zen groans all the more audibly at Yui’s nagging, but decides that’s all he’ll do to argue. Yui was right. He needed to go to the hospital and the fact that they weren’t going now was surprising, but the exhaustion in his face made it evident that rest would be the most important thing. He sits back into the sofa, lifting his leg to prop it up while the other rummages in the kitchen.      The ice is welcomed. He lets out a soft hiss of a sigh as his head lulls back against the back of the couch. Evident in the way his brows are furrowed, he’s mentally scolding himself for having been so foolish. Another injury? Especially when they were in the midst of trying to land Yui a job and the pay from this gig would’ve ensured them living comfortably for the next few months.      “Don’t say that,” Zen croaks, lower lip quivering a bit as his eyes squeeze shut even tighter. “It’s not broken at least,” he tries to wager, huffing somewhat of an exhausted laugh. “I can’t believe I’ve done this, Yui. I’m so sorry,” why was he apologizing? As if it could reverse the effects now. His head tips to the side, eyes opening to look over the other’s pensive expression. “I need some pain killers too. They’ll help some of the inflammation.” 

❝ stop apologizing , ❞   he dismisses immediately , his expression looking annoyed that zen would even think about apologizing for something like this . it was an accident , it wasn’t his fault . carefully to avoid the other’s sprained ankle , yui leans closer to so he could reach out & flick the older’s forehead .   ❝ that’s for not calling me when it happened , though . ❞

the very moment zen mentions painkillers , though , yui nods his head & heads straight for the bathroom cabinet without hesitation . right , he should have brought those sooner . 

              　Jiro was the only one working the closing shift that day, the manager was not around either so bringing Itome to the back wouldn’t be an issue. In the back there was boxes of exess stock and pet food, then they turn the corner and as promise there was a large pen with baby bunnies. Jiro guides Koshiro’s hand into the pen and lets his fingers gently brush against one of the rabbit’s fur.   

                  ❝ These guys are just a little too young to be put up for adoption. We’re going to wait another week before we start showing them to customers. They’re pretty cute, huh~ ❞

koshiro’s sights glance around the partially-crowded stock room before they make it back to the pen with the small animals just barely hopping around on their tiny feet . a soft smile falls onto his expression when his fingers barely graze one of the baby rabbits . lavender eyes were fixated on the little ones , & he doesn’t respond to jiro at first . 

Ethan watches the blond shift in bed, wearing an adoring smile as he admires Akizawa bathing in the morning sunlight. At the man’s question, surprise crosses his features, before they mellow out under the influence of an affectionate expression.

“Of course,” he mutters, leaning upwards to press a kiss against the other’s lips. “But I have to say,” he says leaning back against the pillow as his fingers find the blond’s, “I think we should consider this… Building something together. Rather than you just moving in to my place,” he explains, a shadow of worry descending upon his features. “I want to share my life with you, Aki. I don’t want to make the same mistakes.”

at that response , akizawa’s expression looks confused . his eyes gloss over ethan as he takes in what the other was saying .   ❝ i want to share my life with you as well , ethan . ❞   although , the worried expression on his lover’s features wasn’t very reassuring with those words .

   As soon as Yui’s voice comes through, Zen feels his stomach flip with shame. Maybe coming home first wasn’t the best idea, but the idea of calling Yui from the hospital seemed even worse. At least, from what he imagined. His whole body tenses, trying to keep himself grounded as Yui dotes over his current state. He smiles sadly, shaking his head away from the other’s touch to his forehead. “I messed up,” he admits quietly, tone wavering as he avoids the other’s gaze.     Though, he feels an overwhelming rush of relief at the lack of weight pressed to his ankle as soon as Yui offers the support. “The stage wasn’t finished with construction and we were marking our spots. I got ahead of myself in one of my monologues and tripped and fell. I don’t think it’s broken but…” he looks down between them, lifting his ankle enough to help ease the ache as they stagger into the apartment.     “I don’t think I need a hospital. I just need to rest,” Zen croaks, finding refuge on their couch. “Maybe some ice too. My ankle has a pretty bad swell,” which, he suspects its from walking home on it instead of seeking out help. To be fair, though, Zen wasn’t feel nearly as bad leaving the studio as he does now. 

a huff leaves his lips as he lowers zen onto the couch , letting his gaze pan over the other’s body & land at his ankle . a sound seethes through his teeth - it definitely looks bad . yui runs a hand roughly through blue hair before he turns toward the kitchen & walks off .

❝ well , tough shit . because we’re going first thing tomorrow morning , ❞   he spits back , though his annoyance toward zen mostly stems from the other not going to a hospital first than it was the fact that he got hurt at all . he knows zen has a dramatic side to him , & it comes out the most when he’s performing . so if he was that much in the zone , he was definitely performing well .

but , this still sucked .

    As Jules mingles with the clients, he fails to notice Tooru’s watchful eye on the product itself. The conversation goes by quickly and before another beat of silence can drop, the topic of pricing comes up. Jules is all smiles at this point, confident that the clients aren’t only purchasing one of the pieces, but multiple. One of which – is real.     “Honestly, these pieces will find a home in your care. One of a kind, a true treasure. We will provide the shipment and it will be sent to your residence within the next 14 days,” Jules explains, hands clasped tight around the older gentleman’s hand. He flashes him one last smile and guides him and the woman along towards another room to finalize the payments.     When the clients finally leave, Jules re-emerges from the room to return to Tooru. “And so?” he inquires, hands coming down on top of the other’s shoulders. “What did you learn?” 

loyal & undoubting , tooru remained quiet throughout the entirety of the time jules spoke with the other man about the room’s paintings . his eyes are set on the other’s back when he leaves with his client , making eye contact with him against for merely a second before his gaze falls to the ground when jules asks him the next inquiry . 

his shoulders tense at the other’s touch , & teal eyes are fixed on the ground .   ❝ i-i’m...... confused . chuules - ❞   he attempts to look back up at the taller figure .   ❝ aren’t some of the paintings replicas ? ❞   the words mixed with his expression make it clear that there’s nothing malicious behind the question , simply an observation . 

because to tooru , everything jules did must have a good reason , right ?