Kind of a Big Deal

Hey y’all! I come with a heavy heart to announce that I will be taking a semi-hiatus until I can catch up with my new routine. I won’t go into much detail, but I’ve been having a lot of issues with my anxiety and need to take a step back from this blog. I’m thinking I might re-vamp or change up something. Drop some threads. Clean my following list. Anything I can do to fix the clutter that is my blog.  Obviously it’s not permanent, but you will start to notice that my replies will be slower and often coming from the queue I have set up.  Take it easy!

Hi everyone! I decided to rebrand and leave this blog to rest. You can find me over >>> HERE.

I’m still working on things and moving threads there. Might drop a few too. Who knows. 

yariibu·:

   The laziest of smiles etches on to Henry’s face at the cute use of the nickname, fingers aching to travel up and trace the fine curve of Yu’s jawline. Instead, his eyes do the work. Soft blue orbs wander along his features as a soft hum emits from him. “You drive a hard bargain, sir,” Henry quips in reply, an even larger grin slipping across his features. He lifts his head up just enough to tip the beer back against his lips. Tongue darts to lick away any that’s dribbled over the plush curve of his lower lip. He settles back down, awaiting the other’s response to his question.     However, as Yu decides to dodge his answer with a dismissive response, Henry lets out a small groan of complaint. “Nothing’s dumb, Yu. Especially not something you’ve always wanted to try. C’mon. I want to hear it,” his chin angles up, getting a better look at the other from where he lays. “How about I go first? Hmm.. I’ve always wanted to try...” he hums, eyes falling close as he wrestles through his mind.      His eyes blink open as an idea pops in. Positively pleased with himself, he taps the back of his hand against Yu’s chest. “I’ve always wanted to try a serious relationship with another man,” he muses, hand sliding back down to his chest and around the can his other hand’s still gripping. “I’ve always had flings with them and really only dated girls seriously because my mom had talked about wanting grandkids, but being older... I feel like having happiness with someone else is better than building a family with the wrong person. Besides, I’ve always preferred men,” he explains, the tips of his fingers circling the rim of his can.     His head tips back, eyes locking with Yu’s, “Your turn.” 

welivetoserve·:

    Yuki isn’t able to describe the pang of disappointment he feels when Shuji avoids the subject. He knows it shouldn’t eat at him like this, but he knows Shuji means well for the both of them. Instead, he smiles into the kiss that’s given to him. He leans into the other’s embrace, eyes peeking open to meet the other’s gaze. A soft chuckle leaves him, leaning down to kiss the older’s forehead.      “Mhm,” he murmurs, eyes falling close at the parade of kisses that march along his face. “I wrote a song this time. Maybe you can let me know how it sounds. I’m gonna use it in a competition,” Yuki explains, not yet getting up from the other’s grasp. He simply lays himself out in Shuji’s arms, head curling into the crook of the other’s neck. “But I want to lay here a little bit longer. You smell really good,” Yuki hums, lips grazing against the curve of his neck. His hold tightens on the other, relishing in this shared moment between them. “I was also thinking maybe we could take a day trip to the beach when I go on break...” 

welivetoserve·:

    As Jumin mulls over the other’s quiet reply, he finds that perhaps the two of them have delved too deep into their arrangement. Part of him wonders if this is all part of Shion’s act and appeal, despite their countless encounters. It makes him wary, the unknown of if the other is simply saying those things because he knows it’s what Jumin wants to hear. Instead of lingering on the idea too long, however, he’s glad that the distance is quickly closed between them.     The kiss is returned, bracing himself against the mattress to hover over the other. His free hand comes to brush up into the hem of Shion’s shirt, skin memorizing the soft canvas of the other’s stomach. He lingers in the kiss a moment longer, pulling back when the other begins to speak.      “Mhm, and shouldn’t you be showing me some appreciation for ensuring your safe travels and accommodations?” Jumin quips with a soft chuckle, lips coming to press against the hinge of Shion’s jaw. “I’m glad you’re here, Shion.” 

@malibvnghts·:

    “Then I suppose if you do get caught, then you shouldn’t be upset considering you’re against wearing black for the sake of stealth,” Milan chuckles, pleasantly content with the other’s presence in his little shop. As he prepares the tea for the both of them and listens to the other’s brief tales of travels, the soft clink of a tea cup breaks any lingering silence. Icy orbs slide up to meet the others as he regards that charismatic fellow with a warm grin. “I should join you one day in your travels. It would be a good opportunity for me to gather some new plants to study,” Milan murmurs, turning over to grab his own cup. He takes a sip from the porcelain and leans back against the counter across from the other. “I trust you’d be able to protect me, hm?” 

ambivalent-auguries·:

    The touch to his cheek is immediately leaned into. His gaze is warm despite how tender the other’s words are. How concerned he is even in his time of weakness. He turns over, lips pressing to Elian’s palm for the briefest of moments. It feels natural, so natural he doesn’t realize he’s done it until the hand is pulled away. “I’m not worried, I’ve got a great immune system,” Beau insists, meeting the other’s gaze to find the prickle of tears. His smile dissipates as concern knits his brows. He worries about Elian -- more so when he isn’t around him due to the fact that this man is so easily brought to tears. “Elian,” Beau whispers, sitting up higher on his knees as fingers come to brother through the other’s hair. “Lay down,” he murmurs, though pauses as the other begins to pose his question.     The question never comes.      “Let me stay,” he quips in return, as if he can feel the pull from the other’s emotions. It feels like gravity, how strong the pull is. He gets up to his feet and goes over to the desk to grab a box of tissues left dormant. He returns to set the box down near the bed before pulling a few sheets to offer to the other. “I won’t take no for an answer, so don’t start,” he humors softly, folding the tissues into Elian’s free hand.     He pulls back again, going to the few spots he is familiar with. When he returns, he’s come with a glass of water and a cool wet towel for his forehead. “Now lay back for me, please. My mom used to do this for me all the time. Helps ease the fever,” Beau instructs as he sets the glass down next to the tissues and brings the wet towel to Elian’s neck. He brushes the dampened cloth on either side of his neck and then up to his forehead. “Please, Elian. You need to rest. Don’t worry about me, you hear?”

ambivalent-auguries·:

   “I suppose you could say that, hm?” his eyes lift to examine the space until he feels Audrey shift closer. His stomach flips at the close proximity, eyes immediately drawn to the warm expression breathing him in. Yuki’s hand comes down, carefully dragging fingers along the soft slope of Audrey’s jaw. He hips his head up, lips coming to settle on the other’s. His heart flutters in his chest from the contact. Strange -- how he could go years not thinking of anyone in a romantic way and how quickly it changed over night.      He lingers there a moment longer and draws back, fingers lightly pinching at Audrey’s cheek. Yuki chuckles, smoothing his thumb over where he’s pinched. “Your energy can bring a smile to anyone’s face,” Yuki speaks, hushed and genuine. He pulls back enough to take a sip of his coffee. Humming in delight, he settles again. “So what do you do for a living? I noticed you like writing things down. Not every day I meet someone who writes poetry about someone they’ve just met.” 

yariibu·:

    Sal lets out a small shriek at the squeeze to his hip, a grin immediately following it. At least the guy has a sense of humor similar to his own. He looks the other over, smile soon softening as he finds his pace with the other once again.    The platform is noisy from the sound of steps and quiet chatter amongst pedestrians, but not nearly as bad as the streets outside. He rocks back on the heels of his shoes, tongue in cheek as he listens to the other chitter in his own peculiar way. At this point, Sal’s grown used to it -- actually, he’s rather fond of it. As the train pulls to a stop before them, his eyes immediately rise to the neon messaging system above the doors. “Tokyo, huh?” Sal hums, their joined hands serving as a good way to tug the other into the train.     Opting to stand in favor of showing his respect to the elderly and the women, Sal presses close to Ayato. His chin hooks over the other’s shoulder, hand slipping free to grasp at one of the metal poles hugging a bench. “Mm... maybe you should show me some of your favorite places when we get the chance. I’m interested to know.” 

hancfubuki·:

    Eun tips his head thoughtfully at the suggestion of matching jackets. A chuckle lifts at his shoulders as a tender smile creeps across his features. He leads Junho to the first clothing shop -- a personal favorite of his. His hand comes to rest at the other’s lower back, guiding him into the establishment ahead of him. As they enter the store together, Eun finally replies with a, “I would like that.” While Eun loves a majority of REIGN, there has always been a special spot for Junho in his line of relationships. While their friendship is different than most, Eun considers Junho to be one of his best friends -- if not only best friend. “What color are you wanting?” he asks as he trails behind Junho. 

yariibu·:

    The other’s question prompts Jules to smile a little warmer. His hand comes to rest at Tooru’s back, firm palm pressing into his form. “You are more useful than you realize, Tooru,” Jules says, finally addressing the other by his name in a more casual tone. His gaze settles on the other, his free hand gripping at one of the poles to keep him steady. “You’ll be my support, of course. Every support is necessary for success. Besides, how will you learn if you don’t watch first? If you would’ve preferred a script, you should’ve told me. I assumed you learned best from experience,” his tone is light, laced with the upbringings of a chuckle.     When the train pulls into their destination, Jules’ hand slips from the pole. He ushers Tooru out of the train and on to the platform. “I want you to pay attention to the words I emphasize. It’s also important to explain a bit of every piece rather than just one. That way, the client feels more knowledgeable about the artist and all of their works rather than just the one. Additionally, the likelihood of purchasing more than one is higher,” he continues to explain as he pulls a business card with the address sketched down on it. He leads Tooru to a warehouse. Inside of the warehouse is a rather astonishing display. A round room of art work, big and small. In the center of the set up pieces, a couple -- safely assumed to be the clients they’ll be working with tonight. Jules’ demeanor brightens up significantly, his hands clapping together as his charismatic nature comes barreling full force. Greetings and handshakes are tossed around, as well as some questions to the clients to help break the ice.     Thus, the show begins. In the midst of the circle of art pieces, there are three fakes. It’s up to the client to successfully pick the actual works.