#there will never be enough mikototsu

[incorrectkprojectquotes]

Mikoto: It's pretty cold outside. Wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Totsuka, blushing: OK!

Izumo: It's fucking summer.

#k project #red clan #homra #incorrectkprojectquotes #anime #suoh mikoto #totsuka tatara #izumo kusanagi #there will never be enough mikototsu #mikototsu #theyre so silly #i will continue to post them sorry not sorry

[homras-mother]

Just felt like writing some mikototsu fluff

He has to let Totsuka go. He needs to let Totsuka go. He needed to chase him away because only being around someone like Mikoto was going to get him killed. He needed to hurt him enough so he'd leave, even if it would rip him apart watching him walk away.

And yet he can't bring himself to even tell Totsuka to leave. Especially not when he's curled up in his arms as they lay together in bed. Especially not when he's got that sweet face of his that Mikoto adores. And especially not when they kiss, those sweet lips of his could bring Mikoto to his knees. Mikoto Suoh loves Tatara Totsuka, and not even the man himself could stop his heart from loving Tatara so dearly.

Every now and then, Mikoto would watch Totsuka sleep, and that sleeping face brought him peace, knowing Totsuka was safe in his arms -- and would prevent Mikoto from hurting others with just being there beside him. Totsuka chased his nightmares away whenever they slept together like this. He'd brush Totsuka's hair back from his face and lean in, pressing his lips ever so gently to the other's forehead as to not wake him. Yet Tatara stirs anyways and Mikoto freezes, watching him slip closer against his chest and groan as if he were waking up.

"Mm..." He flings his arm over Mikoto's waist. "King..." Mikoto would still his hand, it being still on Totsuka's face, watching the other move a bit before he'd tilt his head up to look at him with a small and tired smile. "Hey."

"Did I wake you up?" Tatara shakes his head slightly before snuggling against Mikoto further.

"Nn, no... I was waking up anyways. Looks like we're gonna be awake together." Totsuka would yawn and hum as Mikoto moved his hand down to his back. "King, are you okay?"

"Huh?"

"You're awake. You're never usually awake at such a dark time." Mikoto almost chuckled at that, having spent that last few nights falling asleep to watching Totsuka sleep so peacefully. It's not that Mikoto couldn't sleep because of the burden that came with being a King, but because of the rather beautiful boy that's been sleeping beside him as of late.

"Mm, I'm fine." He couldn't tell Tatara he watches him when he sleeps. His pride wouldn't allow it. Especially when he knew Totsuka would totally tease him about it later on.

Totsuka adjusts himself so he's now face to face with Mikoto, still tired but concern now written on his face. "King--" Mikoto kisses him to shut him up, wanting to almost groan at the ever so soft lips that he's always loved kissing with his own chapped ones. Shit.

"...It's cause of you, brat." He'd grumble against Totsuka's lips, his hand now threading through the other's soft hair strands.

"I'm sorry." Tatara tangles his fingers in Mikoto's shirt. "Am I snoring?"

Mikoto sighs at the pout that now covered Totsuka's face whenever he felt bad. "I love you." Was all Mikoto responds with before Totsuka lets out a whine at the lack of an answer to his question. He'd push Totsuka on his back before crawling over him, now propped up on his elbows and knees, his face inches away from Totsuka's.

"Too fuckin' pretty."

"H-huh?" Tatara's eyes widen a bit at this.

"Too pretty for your own good. Can't sleep cause of that face of yours." Totsuka sputters, now completely flustered. Mikoto almost snickers at the cute response, his thumb stroking Totsuka's cheek. "..And cute." He'd mumble before kissing Totsuka again, slipping his hand underneath his pajama shirt as he slips his tongue into Totsuka's mouth, drawing out a soft moan from the other. Totsuka would arch into his touch, clinging to Mikoto's shirt.

Yea, Mikoto definitely can't ever let Totsuka go. Especially not with those sweet pleads that leave his hips when the two intertwine and the clinging he does as he draws Mikoto closer. Mikoto Suoh loves Tatara Totsuka too much, and he was sure it was going to be the death of him one day.

#mikototsu #mikoto suoh #totsuka tatara #k project #mikotata #Tatara Totsuka #mikoto x totsuka

[alicialeila]

I Saw Mikoto Kissing Tatara (Underneath the Mistletoe Last Night)

Merry Christmas & happy holidays, mikototsu folks! My nanowrimo fic isn’t ready to be posted yet, so I hope you’ll settle for some silly Christmas fluff. 

I look forward to another year of celebrating mikototsu together!

mikototsu, rated G, 1.4k

read on ao3

Anna rolled over in bed. She was sleepy and warm, on the cusp of falling asleep, but she couldn’t quite. Maybe, she thought, it was because she’d had one too many sugar cookies tonight. Tatara had slid her the plate of freshly-baked cookies all night, and they had been so warm and sweet, shimmering with red sugar sprinkles, that Anna hadn’t been able to resist. “It’s Christmas Eve,” Tatara had whispered, like that meant she could do what she wanted. They’d had a Christmas party tonight, bar HOMRA decorated with pretty, sparkly garland and a tree covered with red ornaments.

Anna had never celebrated Christmas before she came to live with Mikoto, and she still doesn’t quite understand why they do now. When she’d asked Tatara, he’d grinned and said, “We should always take the opportunity to have a party!”

“But Christmas is tomorrow,” Anna had said.

Tatara had stroked Anna’s hair gently. “Then we can have two parties.”

So they’d eaten the sweets Tatara had made, and exchanged small gifts. Tatara has put on some music, and the HOMRA boys had tried to sing along, even though they didn’t know the words, increasingly off-key as the night went on. Mikoto had sat on the sidelines, like always, quietly watching, but Anna could sense that his red was warm and happy, and it had soothed her, too.

Perhaps that was why now, Anna didn’t want to fall asleep. She could still feel that happy red glowing downstairs, even though the party had dwindled. She always liked to see Mikoto like this, so she rolled out of bed and snuck her way to the top of the steps that led down to bar HOMRA.

From the top step, she could peer down into the bar and get a clear view of Mikoto and Tatara sitting at the bar. Rubbing at her sleepy eyes, she was about to get up from her perch, satisfied with her quick glimpse, until Tatara leaned over to kiss Mikoto on the lips. Anna tilted her head curiously. She knew what kissing was, of course; Honami used to kiss her on the forehead before bed, and princes kissed princesses in her storybooks all the time. But, innocently, she wondered, which was this?

Climbing back into bed, she let Mikoto’s red envelope her like a soft, warm hug, and told herself she’d just ask Tatara about it tomorrow.

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The next morning found Totsuka at HOMRA, mixing pancake batter, humming one of the Christmas tunes that he couldn’t get out of his head. He was making enough to feed all the HOMRA boys, because there was no doubt they’d be wandering over this morning in search of food. They probably should have all just slept over so they could have enjoyed the morning together, but Totsuka wouldn’t complain, since the privacy meant he could have alone time with Mikoto.

Totsuka himself had slept on the couch last night. He had fallen asleep curled into Mikoto, and had woken up alone, to a blanket keeping him warm instead of Mikoto’s furnace-like heat.

The first to arrive was actually Kusanagi. “Morning,” he said, shrugging off his coat, cheeks pink from the cold winter morning. “You sleep here last night?”

“Yep,” Totsuka said casually. “Just fell asleep.”

“Right.”

It wasn’t that they were hiding the new state of their relationship. It was more that everything had progressed so naturally that they’d never really talked about anything, including when or how to tell everyone.

Kusanagi poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot that Totsuka had already prepared, and clapped Totsuka on the shoulder in silent thanks. “Anna not up yet?” he asked, taking a sip from his mug.

“No, not yet. I expected her up earlier than this, but I guess she did stay up pretty late last night.” Totsuka had red and green food coloring ready for Anna’s batch, because he thought she would enjoy a festive design.

The boys trickled in after that; Yata and Fushimi came in not long after Kusanagi, bickering about something or other, with Kamamoto trailing behind them. Eric was the last to arrive, quietly sliding into the booth beside Kousuke.

Finally, the stairs creaked as Anna led a sleepy Mikoto down by hand. Totsuka’s heart fluttered as their eyes met, so he quickly looked down to focus on his batter. He wondered how it was possible for someone to give you butterflies when you’ve known them for years.

“Morning, Anna,” Totsuka said cheerfully as she took her usual seat at the bar. “Are you hungry?” She nodded weakly, and Totsuka noticed that she was staring at him intently. He was long used to Anna’s peculiar moods and behaviors, and he knew that he would probably just have to wait her out. He slid her plate of festive pancakes in front of her and asked, “Everything okay?” She hesitated, and then nodded again. Totsuka considered her expression; she didn’t look upset, exactly, just thoughtful. “Okay,” he said, digging into his own plate. “You know you can tell me, whatever it is.”

Anna set down her fork, her face almost comically serious. “Tatara,” she said quietly, “why were you and Mikoto kissing last night?”

Totsuka almost choked on the bite of pancake he had just swallowed. He expected there to be a chorus of shocked gasps and confusion, but nobody had even looked up from their own plate, and Totsuka, relieved, thought that maybe nobody had heard her question. He met Mikoto’s sleepy eyes and then cleared his throat. “It’s Christmas,” he said with a forced chuckle. “There was mistletoe above us!” He pointed vaguely to the garland hanging above the bar. “It’s bad luck not to kiss when you’re standing under mistletoe.”

He patted himself on his back for the steady delivery, and internally fist-pumped when Anna merely nodded with a quiet, “Oh.” He thanked the gods for the gullibility of children, even one as intelligent and mature as Anna.

But then Yata made a noise of protest, slamming his fork onto the table. “Eh?” he said, mouth still full pancake. He swallowed, then said, “Then how come I’ve seen you kiss in HOMRA before we decorated? Right over there?” he pointed at Totsuka’s favorite couch, where he took most of his naps. Yata was grinning, and Totsuka felt a stab of betrayal.

Fushimi, sitting beside Yata, snickered. “And outside, too, when you go on ‘smoke breaks’.” Fushimi made air quotes.

Totsuka sputtered, but then Chitose piped in. “Or that time we were walking home and you said you had to stop at the convenience store, but I saw you kissing in an alleyway.” He chuckles. “Classic.”

Totsuka hadn’t noticed that Kusanagi had stepped out of the room, but when he came back in it was to Totsuka’s gaping mouth and a room full of laughter. “What are we talking about?” he asked warily.

“All the times we’ve caught Totsuka-san and Mikoto-san kissing,” Yata replied, and Kusanagi didn’t even bat an eye.

“Ah.” He grinned. “One time, we went to the movies, and I went to the bathroom, and when I came back they were making out like teenagers. I didn’t know what to do, so I went to get popcorn and hoped they’d be done when I got back.”

Everyone chuckled at Kusanagi’s story, and when Totsuka looked over at Mikoto, he was sipping his coffee, seemingly unbothered by the fact that they’d long been found out. After he’d willed his heart rate to slow, he said, “If you guys already knew, then why didn’t you say anything?”

“We were waiting for you to say something,” Kusanagi said.

“Right.” Totsuka bit his lip. He was strangely touched; that was almost respectful, he thought. “Well, I guess this is us, uh, saying something. ”

Kusanagi smiled, and then he turned to Yata. “So who won, then?”

Totsuka blinked. “Eh?” Kamamoto pulled a folded paper from his wallet and opened it up to scan its contents. “Fushimi,” he said. The boys all groaned, and Fushimi smiled smugly.

Totsuka watch as everyone got up to hand Fushimi their cash. “You guys…” Totsuka said in disbelief, then he pouted. “None of you deserve pancakes,” he said petulantly. “You’re all on the naughty list.” Internally, he was making plans for revenge against them all.

Everyone chuckled, and Totsuka heard Mikoto laugh beside him. The sound warmed him, and even Anna was smiling contentedly, no longer looking so serious. This, Totsuka thought, was why he liked celebrating every holiday he could, because it was an excuse for them to all be together like this.

(Meanwhile, Anna was thinking that Tatara hadn’t really answered her question, and so maybe she should ask Mikoto, instead.)

#mikototsu #k project #suoh mikoto #totsuka tatara #my fic #christmas drabble #christmas fluff

[kuroh-is-my-queen]

City lights Mikototsu AU!

So I recently saw City lights (1931) and I immediately made a Mikototsu AU!

So in a universe where Totsuka works at a flower shop around the corner from the Homura bar where Mikoto lives and works, and on Mikoto's daily walks he always walks by the flower shop and one day is stopped by a Talkative florist! Mikoto being shocked that a sales person dare talk to him, seeing most sales people take one look at him and think he's far to scary to stop! But the catch to this whole situation is that Totsuka is blind!

So Mikoto every day ends up stopping by Totsuka's flower stand, spending time with him, some times reading the news paper to him, reading chapters of books to Totsuka and sometimes just talking with him because he's one of the only people who doesn't judge him for the way he looks and doesn't care about his bad attitude, though his aura and attitude enough should have been enough to scare him off! But Totsuka says he imagines him to be a handsome, beautiful, rich king and therefore Totsuka only calls him 'King" and Mikoto never cares to actually give him his real name and allows him to call him by 'King', and also doesn't tell him that his mental description of him isn't at all what he thinks.

So time goes on and Mikoto falls in love with the soft, beautiful, blind flower boy and one day he gets told by Totsuka's care taker (I haven't decided who that would be) that Totsuka is a candidate to get a surgery to cure his blindness but they're far to poor to front the money!

So thus Mikoto goes on his mission to get enough money for Totsuka's cure!

After countless of dumb jobs he takes on, he achieves his goal and donates the money to Totsuka by giving the check through the mail, but sense the check was signed 'Mikoto Suoh' no one knows its him seeing Totsuka and his caretaker only knows him as 'King'.

So after avoiding the stand in fear that Totsuka won't like him after seeing who Mikoto really is which in his opinion is the opposite of a handsome, beautiful, rich, king like he imagines. Til their canoning moment when one day on his morning walk when the shop is still closed for Mikoto could avoid seeing Totsuka. But ofcourse is stopped when Totsuka shouts out to Mikoto, finally seeing him for the first time "King! It's you isn't it! Your Mikoto Suoh!", shocking Mikoto that he can tell Mikoto's true idenity. Totsuka explains that he can tell that it's him from the sound of his heavy steps, the clank or his chain and the smell of cigarettes, he then starts to get all emotional and says that King is exactly how he imagined him as except far more handsome!

So thus Mikoto confesses his identity and out of bliss Totsuka runs to Mikoto and they finally embrace each other and kiss and confess each other's love!

Thus they live happily ever after!

Thanks for reading my cheesy AU Ya'll! I didnt proof read this eirher so R.I.P

#mikototsu #mikoto suoh #k project #totsuka tatara #old 30's movies had the best romance #rambles #someone take my bullshit AU

[lal-ffxiv]

Get to Know Me

Rules: Always post the rules. Tag 11 new people you’d like to know better. 

1. Dogs or Cats?

Dogs are chaotic good. Cats are a neutral evil. Both are great pets. I am a fish pet person.

2. YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities?

I would get way more excited about meeting some Youtubers than I would about most celebrities.

3. If you could live anywhere where would that be?

Alaska. Too cold for bugs, sun never sets, but also night never ends.

4. Disney or DreamWorks?  

Dreamworks! 

5. Favourite childhood TV show?

Uhhh, probably a PBS TV show that I can’t remember anymore. 

6. The movie you’re looking forward to most in 2020

Wonder Woman 1984

7. Favorite book you read in 2019?

The Beetle by Richard Marsh. I had to read it for my Victorian Lit class. It is period typical problematic, but also really good if you get past that.

8. Marvel or DC?

DC. I love Batman and his adopted children and his actual child.

9. If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favourite Justice League member?

Not counting the Trinity or Mera or Jessica Cruz Green Lantern, I would say Barry Allen The Flash.

10. Night or Day?

Night.

11. Favourite Pokemon?  

Vulpix!

12. Top 5 bands:

I listen to lots of music without regard of who its by so on the top of my head.

Fox Academy

Of Men and Monsters

Calpurnia

Backpack Party

Vitamin String Quartet

13. Top 10 books.

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, which is three books, Messenger by Lois Lowry, I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak, Book Thief by Markus Zusak, Dracula by Bram Stoker, Two Boys Kissing & Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan

14. Top 4 movies

Star Trek Beyond

Speed Racer

Ultraviolet

Contagion

15. America or Europe?

I always want to go to Europe for backpacking, but at the same time an America road trip sounds fun.

16. Tumblr or Twitter?

Tumblr. It is the only social media I have.

17. Pro-choice or Pro-life?

People who can have babies should be offered enough support and resources for their choices.

18. Favorite YouTuber?

Jamie Jo. She is so positive, funny, and sweet. All her videos are chill and amazing.

19. Favorite author ?

Maggie Steifvater. I aspire to achieve in writing what her writing has made me feel.

20. Tea or Coffee?

Hot bean juice or hot leaf juice, how can I really make a choice?

21. OTP ?

The love story and tragedy that is Mikototsu.

22. Do you play an instrument/sing ?

I use to sing when I was little and I played piano for one week, but I think that works out to, No on both accounts.  

 @seina-kurokiba​ and @esme-selah​, thanks for the tag!!

#MUN stuff

[ohallows]

i was tagged by @alicialeila​ thxxx

Rules: Pick three fandoms, answer the questions and tag 10 people

My Chosen Fandoms (this will change daily so for now):

- K project - The Good Place - Friends

The First Character You Loved:

- yata (literal thought process: oh look its a punk w a beanie and a skateboard and a baseball bat i love you) - chidi!!!!!! sweet sunshine boy!!! - chandler (aka me)

The Character You Never Expected To Love So Much:

- nagare! (even tho u killed my Boy) - michael - weirdly enough, rachel? (esp bc her voice was so HIGH in s1)

The Character You Relate To The Most:

- probably yata or fuckin domyouji lmao - chidi, again - chandler and joey (its a tie)

The Character You’d Slap:

- fushimi’s parents lmao, also probably munakata (for crimes against kusuhara) but i’d apologize after (maybe) - the guy adam scott plays i hated him - ROSS. multiple times. also barry

Three Favourite Characters (In Order Of Preference):

- yata, tatara, mikoto - chidi, eleanor, jason+michael (tie) - chandler, joey, phoebe

A Character You Liked At First, But Don’t Anymore:

- neko (although i never liked her that much lol) - i dont think anyone? - ross (yea yea)

Three OTPs:

- mikototsu!!!!!, sarumi, and uhhhh mikoto/tatara/kusanagi ot3 ig - ELEANOR/CHIDI!!!, eleanor/tahani, jason/janet - MONDLER, rachel/joey, phoebe/mike

(im lazy so @timbarts​ @persefphone​ @connnorkenway​ and anyone else who wants to do it?)

and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!

#im lazy soz

[dustystarlite]

Day Thirty, Different Ways of Saying “I love you”: What sorts of things does your OTP say and do for each other to show that they love each other? How do they indirectly show their love?

Tagging  @nique10me

Shiro/Hisui:  Hisui side- Poem and flower with some cute notes on the pillow. Shiro side- Learning how to cook Hisui favorite meal plus destroy part of their house for his “video game crave”. It’s never called “man crave” since he enjoys his wife company. The equal term for this one “Hand kissies” 

SaruMi:  Saruhiko side: Text message of Misaki poem. Cooking breakfast in bed for Misaki. (He is the master of hidden affection. One must master read between the lines to know he loves) Misaki side: Homemade lunch with a cute note inside. Equal term side: Spending time together. An evening together just the two of them. With a lot of cuddling and hugs.

Mikototsu: Mikoto side: Just showing an interest in Tatara hobbies would be enough for Tatara to just know Mikoto care. Tatara side: Just being there thru thick and thin. Even on Mikoto worst day. Writing a song for Mikoto but that pretty much canon soo. Equal Terms: Resting their forehead together is their wordless way of saying “I love you”

I had so much fun filling this out. Thank you to everyone who likes and reblog this.  Huge thank you to @nique10me for getting me to try this.  If anyone would like this fill out for any other fandom just let me know. And I will give it go. It won’t be anything epic but.

#redflames.OTPfun #30 days of fun thank you for putting up with me and this

[petitekunoichi]

“I can never get tired of being able to keep the memories alive.”

Aaah. Can’t ever get enough of cosplaying Totsuka honestly. Hopefully one day I can get someone to cosplay Mikoto with me ;w; I want MikoTotsu pics ;A;

PC: John Woo

#Totsuka Tatara #K Project #Cosplay #K Project Cosplay #Anna Kushina

[kara-no-ai]

KOR Bad Boys part 5

A million thanks are owed to @mikototsu-trash​ for taking the time to proofread this.

-♛-

Bar Homra’s door opened and in stepped Nagahama, his face rigid and pale.

Kusanagi, who was behind the counter helping out Mizuomi like usual, startled at the sight and stopped what he was doing.

Mizuomi bid him welcome in a gentle tone as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Is he a friend of yours?” Mizuomi asked Kusanagi softly as Nagahama situated himself on one of the seats at the bar counter.

Kusanagi gave a vague nod. He would hang out with Nagahama if he happened upon him in town, but this was the first time that Nagahama had come to the bar. He had believed they had a silent understanding with each other to not involve themselves in the other’s affairs outside of when they were roaming around the city.

When Nagahama sat down, Mizuomi silently offered him a glass of water. Nagahama looked up at Mizuomi, looking more at a loss than Kusanagi had ever seen him before. Lifting his head fully up, gave Mizuomi a quick bow (1) and then downed the glass of water in one chug.

“What happen that’s got ya comin’ ‘ere of all places?”

“Sorry…” said Nagahama, his face still as pale as before. “Remember how I told you about Earless Mitsuha- Kurayama Mitsuha, the other day?”

“Yeah.” Hearing about Suoh had been a result of that conversation that had started out as being about Earless Mitsuha.

When Kusanagi nodded and Nagahama bending forward to lean his body over the counter. He spoke in a quiet voice.

“Our group’s Oogaki got attacked. His injuries are gonna take a month to heal completely.”

Kusanagi’s shoulders stiffened. Oozaki was one of the people close to Nagahama. He was one of the violence prone members of Nagahama’s group.

“Why’d he get attacked?”

“Like I said before, Mitsuha’s like a serial attacker. If your eyes meet when you cross paths with him, you’re done for.”

“What’s he, some sorta creature from an urban legend or somethin’?” (2)

Though Nagahama was being serious, Kusanagi was not completely empathetic and could not help but joke around. Nagahama, did not react negatively to that.

“I guess…” Nagahama murmured. “He really might as well be. We don’t got a clue what he’s thinking or what he’s after. Even with Oozaki- he wasn’t trying to start anything with Mitsuha, he was just walking by when Mitsuha came up to him. And then without any warning Mitsuha just attacked him. I’m sure Oozaki was trying to act cool and all since Ami was with him instead of backing down. Heard from her that he tried to fight back but then got beaten up.”

Kusanagi thought back to the girl he’d thought seemed simple-minded yet cute that he had seen when he and Nagahama chatted at the park. He was certain the girl’s name had been Ami.

“What happened ta her?”

“She took a kick to the stomach after she started screaming,” said Nagahama in a low voice as his expression turned to a mixture of anger and fearlessness. “After she cowered clutching her stomach he seemed to lose interest in her. Her injuries were mainly bruises but…… I guess we should be counting our lucky stars he wasn’t the kind of guy who had an interest in doing anything to a girl beyond that.”

Nagahama ruffled his hair in an irritated fashion. Kusanagi quickly refilled Nagahama’s empty cup with water.

“So what’re ya plannin’ on doin’? Get revenge fer Oozaki? I hate ta say this but I don’t think there’s anythin’ you guys can do… If ya really wanna do somethin’ about Mitsuha, the fastest way ta get ridda him would be ta get Oozaki-kun and Ami-chan to go to the police.”

Even as he said it, Kusanagi knew that it was unlikely that Nagahama would take his advice. And sure enough, Nagahama looked up at Kusanagi with renewed fury coursing through him.

“Like we could do something so pathetic! First off, the police aren’t going to take up a dispute between guys like us. Even Ami’s been taken in by the police numerous times. There’s no fucking way we could just go to the police.”

Something dangerous shone in Nagahama’s normally easygoing eyes.

“There’ve been other groups who’ve gotten their asses kicked by Mitsuha too. No matter how you slice it, there’s no way we could go running to the police… But you’re right that we’re no match for Mitsuha’s team if it’s just us fighting them.”

It seems as though this conversation is heading in a troubling direction. Kusanagi scratched his cheek.

“Hey, Kusanagi,” Nagahama said as he leaned over the counter.

Here it comes thought Kusanagi, smiling wryly inside.

'Hey, Kusanagi’. Kusanagi had had his name spoken like that quite a few times before. What followed after was usually a somewhat troublesome request.

“You got connection with a lotta people. Could you put in a word for us with a team that’s trying to take down Mitsuha? I’d wanna join forces with 'em.”

“Like I told ya before, Mitsuha’ll disappear without you gettin’ involved. 'Fore long the police… or the hired muscle of those kindsa people. He’ll either end up in jail or at the mercy of people ya don’t wanna mess with. The next rumor ta spread about him could be just that, y'know.”

No matter where you go, there is always going to be hot-blooded guys out there. Among those who fool around in Shizume City after dark, such guys are a dime a dozen. The reason why Kuroyama Mitsuha stands out amidst guys like that as a problem is he is just the slightest bit too strong. Despite that, however, he would probably be taken down before long. Even in a society where violence is an everyday matter, those too thirsty for blood would end up drowning in a pool of their own.

“He attacked our members. We can’t just sit back and cry ourselves to sleep hoping someone else’ll take care of our problem for us.”

Kusanagi gave a light reply of “guess so,” as he looked at Nagahama’s glaring eyes.

Kusanagi had never once experienced the impassioned feeling of seeking revenge for one of his own himself, as he remained unfettered by social entanglements. However, he understood. Teams who did nothing when their members were slapped around would lose their ability to function as a team. And once others began to not take them seriously, they would fall much further. In order to parade oneself proudly on the streets, one had to show their strength.

Kusanagi was actually aware of several other groups that were put in the same situation as Nagahama by Mitsuha since his appearance in Shizume City.

“I’m giving you a job request, Kusanagi. Be my middleman in helping take down Kurayama Mitsuha. I want info on him.”

Kusanagi sighed in defeat.

Among the young guys who fool around in Shizume City after dark, Kusanagi had a convenient position. He did not have any affiliations to a particular group, which made him able to go to any group.  He attained a lot of information from being known in various circles since he could move about freely due to his actions being unconstrained by the people and positions of powers within a group. Because of that, from time to time he would get requests for “jobs” for him to do. He would be someone to go to for advice when suspicious things popped up, settle internal disputes among teams, act something like an informant, etc.

Mizuomi would laugh and say: “What are you, a lawyer for the streets?” (Incidentally, he did not find out about Kusanagi’s “jobs” through Kusanagi telling him. He did not know through what channel the rumor had reached Mizuomi’s ears, but before he had realized it, Mizuomi had found out.)

Moving on, it was not as though Kusanagi had accepted working on this “job”, but since it had been requested of him, he could not help but feel as though he should do something. He did not want to see Shizume City enveloped in a war because of Kurayama who would in time be disappearing from the picture either way.

Kusanagi shrugged his shoulders. If that is the alternative, then it would be best if he controlled how the situation plays out himself.

   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Looks like business is flourishing for you, Izumo.” Mizuomi said with an interested looking expression after Nagahama had left.

Kusanagi frowned.

“Oh I’m sooo happy. ’S not like I wanna be doin’ these chump change sorta things.”

Mizuomi gave a hearty laugh. Even though his nephew had gotten himself involved in something odd, he wore a pleasant smile and did not say anything.

Though he would occasionally say things as though he took his role as Kusanagi’s legal guardian seriously, most of the time, Mizuomi would leave Kusanagi to his own devices to an almost worrisome extent.

Mizuomi abruptly spoke up while he polished a glass. “You know Ikushima-san?”

“Yeah. That customer wit’ the dangerous occupation.” A man in his forties with a scar on his cheek, a regular customer of the bar. He would always order spam musubi with paired with a bourbon. Though Kusanagi privately questioned drinking bourbon while eating rice, it was a normal occurrence for Ikushima to say ‘this complex flavor’s great’ while munching on the spam musubi in a way that left it unclear to Kusanagi of whether or not the words were actually a compliment. He was gentle-mannered while he was in the bar, but even Kusanagi was aware that he was a member of the yakuza.  

“Whadda 'bout him?”

“I heard about Kurayama-kun from Ikushima-san himself when he came here the other day.”

Kusanagi made a wry face. The way Mizuomi mentioned Kurayama and referred to him as Kurayama-kun made it seem as though he were a friend of Kusanagi’s. Mizuomi paid no mind to that and carried on.

“It looks like Kurayama-kun’s becoming someone well-known among the adults of Shizume City. If he goes too far, it’ll prove dangerous for him.” Mizuomi said in a gentle tone that lacked the slightest trace of the gravity of those words.

It was just as Kusanagi had thought, Kurayama Mitsuha had already driven himself into a corner. He imagined it would not be long until he caused some trouble with the underlings to real yakuza members which would result in him receiving a harsh punishment.

Though he had not the slightest ounce of sympathy for Kurayama, he knew it would be prudent for this teen-against-teen war to be brought to an end by the teens involved before other parties intervened.  

Kusanagi finished his task at hand of peeling the skin off of broad brands and called out to Mizuomi. “I’m done fer the day.”

-♛-

Notes:

(1) It’s customary to do a quick head nod in the parody of a bow as a wordless expression of thanks for things such as getting your water refilled.

(2) Creature from an urban legend = youkai. Mythological creatures and spirits in Japanese mythology. Neither monster nor ghost felt like a good match with what Kusanagi was trying to convey here with his sarcasm, so I went with this more liberal rendering.

——————

So how I’ve been breaking the sections apart until now is how they are broken up in the book. That being said, the next section after this is 31 pages long, and for the sake of readability (and my sanity) it will be split in half.

In the meantime, I’ll be here crying over the delicious irony of a young Izumo not knowing what it’s like to want revenge for one of his group.

#k:kingdom of red #kingdom of red #k project #kusanagi izumo #nagahama kazuomi #kusanagi mizuomi #kurayama mitsuha #my translation

[pinkcupofcherrytea]

I was tagged by @kukinta! (You’re always so sweet~ *hugs hugs*)

🎀 - Are you named after someone?

Nope! My middle names are after some relatives however, but I think that’s really common?

🎀 - When was the last time you cried?

I don’t remember... maybe I shed some tears when watching A Little Princess a few days ago?

🎀 - Do you like your handwriting?

N O, not really, no. I wish it was more neat and stylish. It’s fully readable, it’s just that it’s often sort of big, a little messy, never really straight and I push the pencil quite hard against the paper (so that my hand hurts after a while...).

🎀 - What is your favourite lunch meat?

*squints eyes* Lunch meat???? As for meat I really love beef tenderloin though that’s sort of an indulgence.

🎀 - Do you have kids?

Nope!

🎀 - If you were a different person, would you be friends with you?

Maybe! If the different me still had the same kind of interests I have now I would probably be friends with current me since I don’t have that many friends irl to talk about the things I like.

🎀 - Do you use sarcasm?

Mmmm, quite fond of it at times, honestly! More so when I’m tired, on my period, or annoyed/angry.

🎀 - Do you still have your tonsils?

Yep.

🎀 - Would you bungee jump?

I sort of already have, so yes!

🎀 - What’s your favourite cereal?

Ahhhh, I really like those with chocolate? But since they’re really sweet and such we mostly have more ordinary cereal at home, which is fine too! I like Special K with yoghurt flakes and strawberry a lot!

🎀 - Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

Depends on if I can take them off without untying them, haha.

🎀 - Do you think you’re a strong person?

Like physically? Despite not doing any sort of training I’m pretty strong (compared to like, my friends etc.) and if we’re talking on a more mental/personality-wise level I guess I am? I’ve always been sort of stable with my feet on the ground and such (though I have insecurities and fears of my own). I’d like to consider myself as a fairly strong person!

🎀 - What’s your favourite ice cream?

Candy cane, vanilla, blueberry, and pistachio.

🎀 - What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

The whole body and personality in general, I guess? Maybe their hair and if it’s greasy etc. because that’s something I’m pretty concious about myself (since my hair turns greasy in like a day and it is so annoying).

🎀 - What’s your least favourite physical thing about yourself?

My greasy hair My weight and my skin, right now. I can somehow deal with my weight just fine but my acne truly annoyed and saddened me for a while. It’s starting to get better though!

🎀 - What colour trousers and shoes are you wearing right now?

Black, short and stretchy trousers and no shoes.

🎀 - What are you listening to right now?

Forget by Pogo.

🎀 - If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?

Emmmmmm, blue?

🎀 - Favourite smell?

There is SO many tbh???? Like newly baked bread, melted butter, the perfume Clean, washed clothes and sheets, my strawberry milkshake body lotion, bacon, my cats...... I can’t pick just one.

🎀 - Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

God, I have no idea. Probably my mom?

🎀 - Favourite sport to watch?

Don’t really watch sports but I played handball for a long time so if anything it would be that, I suppose.

🎀 - Hair colour?

Brown.

🎀 - Eye colour?

Brown.

🎀 - Do you wear contacts?

Nope. I don’t think there’s literally any way for me to try to force contacts into my damn eyes, because I would fail. Luckily enough I have perfect eyesight *peace sigh*.

🎀 - Favourite food?

Same as the smells, there’s SO MANY??? It depends on the day, really. One day I NEED potato wedges so bad but the other gnocchi is my favourite thing in the world??? I just... love a lot of food (I dislike a lot of food too but let’s stay positive shall we).

🎀 - Scary movies or comedy?

Comedy. Even though I love some scary movies I generally think that today’s scary movies spend a lot of time on just being... digusting??? Like I have no interests in too bloody, yucky scenes at all (if we’re not talking about books or anime... then it’s different). So while some comedy movies are a little over the top I take them as a safety precaution.

🎀 - Last movie you watched?

Ah, I rewatched Coraline just a few hours ago!

🎀 - What colour shirt are you wearing?

Black and white.

🎀 - Summer or Winter?

Summer.

🎀 - Hugs or kisses?

Hugs!

🎀 - Book you’re currently reading?

Emma by Jane Austen.

🎀 - Who do you miss right now?

No one, really? I have me, my cats, my parents, I’ll see my friends tomorrow.... I’m all good atm!

🎀 - What’s on your mouse pad?

Don’t have one.

🎀 - What’s the last tv program you watched?

(I saw you starting on the Lindgren genre already, Anna! Makes me want to watch it all again too!) I watched the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice last week.

🎀 - What is the best sound?

Rain, cat’s purring, soft music... there’s so many!

🎀 - Rolling Stones or The Beatles?

Neither? I don’t really listen to any of them and to me they’re both just as good so....

🎀 - What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled?

Hmm, Thailand probably? Me and my parents have gone on a trip around the larger part of Europe by car as well, so that’s some distance too.

🎀 - Do you have a special talent?

I guess! I can’t snap my fingers the way everybody else does, with their thumb and middle finger, instead I’ve always used my middle finger and my pinky and sort of- snap them together. I haven’t found anyone able to do that yet so I think I can count it as a special talent?

🎀 - Where were you born?

Sweden.

I tag: @mikototsu-trash, @shiori-reiko, @hanavmaki, @shazuy, @pengwenno and @imsufferinggg ♥ ♥ ♥

#thank youuuuu anna! #good luck with studying! #tagged #about me

[mistleto-3]

Crying for the Moon: Part 23- Finale

MikoTotsu Werewolf AU

Pairing: Mikoto/Tatara

2,385 words. For MikoTotsu Week 2016.

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AO3

(It's finally finished! I can't really believe it's over tbh; this fic has been my baby for months, and I kinda wanna tear up a little knowing I've finally finished it! I don't think I've ever been quite this proud of something I've created, and that comes down to the incredible response I received from everyone who read it. The comments and sweet tags you guys left fuelled me through this thing, and it was always a delight to see that I'd had a new comment on this fic. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for all of your support through this fic, it's been an absolute joy to write and share with all of you. I hope to see you guys again for the sequel!)

When Tatara awoke, it took him a moment to orient himself- the bright lights and white walls of the hospital post-op recovery room didn’t quite come into focus right away. His skull felt as though it was filled with fog; his throat was sore, and there was a dull ache in his arm, which was now encased in a plaster cast. He shook his head, trying to clear the haze that the anaesthesia had left behind, but as the blurriness began to subside, his memories from the night before came slowly and unpleasantly trickling back. His first urge was to look for Mikoto, and surely enough, he was the first thing Tatara set his eyes on, sitting in the chair beside the hospital bed with his palm resting atop Tatara’s good hand. At the sight of his partner stirring, Mikoto seemed to relax, almost imperceptibly, but Tatara recognised the flicker of relief in his expression. Not that Tatara could dwell on that for long, though, because it was impossible not to notice the injuries etched across almost every inch of visible skin. Mikoto was covered in bruises- almost as much of his skin was stained purple as wasn’t, and there didn’t seem to be a part of his body that wasn’t either wrapped in bandages or covered by gauze and medical tape and band aids. A deep gash on his forehead had been closed by a set of butterfly stitches.

“Mikoto… how are you feeling?” Tatara asked groggily.

“I should be asking you.”

“My arm hurts less, but maybe that’s just the painkillers talking. So how are you feeling?” he persisted.

“Fine. Doctors patched me up, said no permanent damage. Gotta come back in a week to get the stitches out, and take some meds for two so I don’t get an infection.”

Tatara nodded, squeezing his hand. “Good… as long as you’re okay.”

Mikoto pressed a kiss to his forehead, and Tatara tilted his head up to catch his lips with his own. But as he did so, the sound of a throat being cleared to his other side interrupted them, startling Tatara, and he turned to see his father sitting beside his bed. His eyelids were puffy and red, and his face was drawn with fatigue, but he seemed otherwise unhurt.

“Daddy? Are you okay?”

“Fine, fine. Tatara… I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay…” Tatara tried to interrupt, but his father cut him off.

“No, it’s not. You got hurt, and it’s my fault…” His voice wavered, and he took a moment to gather himself. “I spoke with Suoh while you were asleep; he’s a good lad. He’ll take good care of you.  Anyway, he… he said he found a rehab facility, and he’s going to pay for my treatment, and you can stay with him while I’m away.”

Tatara turned to Mikoto in surprise, then looked back to his father.

“Daddy…”

“It’s for the best. I just wish it hadn’t come to this before I got help… I’m sorry for not coming to you when they were outside; I didn’t know what to do…”

“It’s okay,” Tatara interrupted. “There probably isn’t a lot you could have done anyway. It would have just ended with both of us getting hurt.”

“I spoke to the police, but there wasn’t much I could tell them; I wasn’t at the window so I didn’t see much. By the sounds of it, the whole incident was open and shut- the debt collector who got knocked out told the same story as you, and the dog who attacked them is dead.”

“What happened to the debt collectors?”

“One of them was dead on arrival, the other one was still out cold when the ambulance got there. They said he was badly hurt but he’ll recover, but they couldn’t tell me any more than that because I’m not family.”

Tatara nodded slowly, and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence.  

“I’m going to head home and pack my things now I’ve seen you’re okay; I’ll leave you two to it. They said you should be able to go home today, so I’ll probably see you later.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Tatara replied, hugging his father with his good arm and waving to him as he left the room. When the door swung close, he turned his attention back to Mikoto.

“Thank you, for what you’re doing for my dad.”

Mikoto merely shrugged, as if it was the obvious thing to do, but something about his manner struck Tatara as off- he seemed stiff, and his face was gaunt.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Like I said, no permanent injuries.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Tatara gave him a pointed look.

“…Are you not scared?”

“Of what?”

“Me.”

Tatara’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Of course not; why would you think that?”

“You watched me kill two people last night.”

“Oh, Mikoto…” Tatara reached for his hand and pulled on it gently, and Mikoto obediently climbed onto the bed beside him and cuddled up to Tatara’s side.  “You did it to protect us. The debt collector would have kidnapped me and done God knows what else until my dad could scrape together the money to pay my ransom, and Kagutsu would have happily killed you and Mizuomi if he’d gotten the chance, and probably Izumo and I too for good measure. You saved my life more than once.”

“I didn’t need to kill the debt collector. If I hadn’t bitten him…”

“Then he’d have lived to kidnap innocent kids another day. He’s off the streets; isn’t that a good thing?”

Mikoto didn’t respond.

“It’s okay if it takes you a while to come to terms with what happened. It’s a lot to process, so take your time. But please don’t ever think of yourself as a murderer, or someone I should be afraid of. You probably saved four lives tonight; why would I stop loving you for doing the right thing, for protecting your own? You’re not the villain here. You’re my true love, remember?”

At that last sentence, the smallest flicker of a smile crossed Mikoto’s lips, barely perceptible.

“…Did you know about that? What Mizuomi said about a werewolf’s true love being the only one that can control them?” Tatara asked.

Mikoto inclined his head slightly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Seemed a bit heavy. Didn’t want to frighten you off.”

Tatara chuckled. “If you turning into a wolf didn’t frighten me off, I don’t know why you thought that would.”

“Fair point.”

Tatara subtly tightened his grip on Mikoto’s hand, meeting his eyes as his expression became more serious. “I’ll never be afraid of you, okay? You’re my true love,” he repeated.

“Didn’t stop Kagutsu.” Mikoto avoided Tatara’s eye contact as he spoke, and Tatara felt a sting of sympathy. Even after everything his own father had done, Tatara knew he was fundamentally kind-hearted, if a little misguided. Mikoto on the other hand… he couldn’t imagine having to process the knowledge of the crimes committed by his own flesh and blood.

“You aren’t your father, Mikoto. Just because you have his DNA doesn’t mean anything; I’m not blood related to my dad, but he’s no less my dad. Kagutsu might have the same blood as you, but that doesn’t make him your family. You’re nothing like him; I know you’d never hurt me, or anyone else, unless it was the only way to protect the people you love.”

Mikoto nodded slowly, and while he didn’t say anything, the way he squeezed Tatara’s hand gratefully suggested he’d at least taken some small measure of comfort from the speech, so Tatara changed the subject, hoping to save him having to dwell on the matter for the time being.

“How did you know where to find me anyway? If you hadn’t gotten there when you did…”

“I’d been on my way home, heard you on the phone with Mizuomi after you got out the cab. When you mentioned the wolf, it couldn’t’ve been anyone but Kagutsu, so I followed you. Wish I coulda gotten there faster, but I was limping.”

“It’s okay. Thank you.”

Mikoto nodded. “…I sent an email to the loan sharks. Anonymously. Said if they ever did what they did to you to anyone again, the guy who ended up dead last night wouldn’t be the last. They shouldn’t bother you anymore.”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Can’t risk you getting hurt again,” Mikoto interrupted, and Tatara nodded.

“Alright, thank you,” Tatara said, leaning in to kiss him once more.

It was at that point that the door opened and a nurse came into the room, and Tatara broke the kiss abruptly, his cheeks reddening, but the she didn’t seem perturbed by the affection. As Mikoto shifted off the bed, the nurse was followed in by Tatara’s surgeon, who walked with a sort of sunny spring in her step.

“Ah, you’re awake. How are you feeling?” she asked, marching over to the monitors beside the bed to check his stats against the chart she had pinned to the clipboard in her hand.

“A little groggy,” Tatara replied.

“That’s perfectly normal; it should pass before long, but do let us know if you feel nauseous at all and we can give you something to take the edge off. What about pain?”

“My arm is a little sore, but it’s a lot better than it was.”

“Good, that’s good,” she replied with a smile, then proceeded with her post-op checks, and went through with him how the surgery went, what he could expect from the recovery process, and how to care for himself until the cast could come off in a couple months’ time. At the end of the short lecture, she grinned once more, tapping her heels against the linoleum.

“Well, if you don’t have any more questions, you’re free to go home when you’re ready.”

“That’s great, thank you for your help.”

The surgeon nodded politely and excused herself with the nurse following behind her, and as they left, Tatara let out a deep sigh of relief- somehow being discharged felt like it finally brought the events of the night before to their conclusion, and whatever it was that had been constricting his chest seemed to fall away; he felt as though he could breathe properly for the first time since his father had called him yesterday afternoon. Right now, he just wanted to sleep, and judging by the deep purple shadows beneath Mikoto’s eyes, he wasn’t the only one- Tatara didn’t imagine Mikoto had gotten any rest since yesterday morning.

He wasted no time in changing out of his hospital gown and into the clean clothes that Izumo had brought with him- the Kusanagis had been lingering in the corridor outside Tatara’s room whilst they waited for him to wake up- the room he’d been recovering in was too small for more than one or two visitors. As Mikoto and Tatara emerged, Izumo’s face lit up with a relieved smile, but there was a drawn look about him that betrayed that he was just as exhausted as everyone else. He and his uncle got their feet, and Izumo clapped Mikoto gently on the upper arm before turning to Tatara.

“Feelin’ alright?”

“Tired,” Tatara replied with a meek smile. “But a lot better.”

“Aren’t we all? C’mon, let’s get you two home,” Izumo offered, and Tatara nodded in relief as the four of them turned and headed towards the exit.

As Tatara felt Mikoto’s fingers twine with his own from beside him, the absurdity of everything caught up with him all at once. It almost didn’t seem real; he felt as though he was looking at himself from afar, from through a pane of glass. It had been the better part of a year since he’d been drawn to take that second look at Mikoto, since he’d started to worry that his interest in him hadn’t inevitably ebbed like it always did, like a wave drawing back across the sand. It almost felt odd to think that there was a time he wanted to move on, wanted to suppress those first flutters of a crush he felt stirring in the pit of his stomach. But now, after everything he’d discovered, everything he’d seen, everything he’d felt, after he’d stared a monster in the face and been unafraid, after Mikoto had been willing to kill to save his life… It was almost unthinkable to look back on a time when Mikoto had been just another face in the crowd. Now, it was like he held a piece of him; something had grown between them and taken root, weaving itself into his very flesh, reaching all the way down to his core, until it was impossible to separate it from his own being. He almost didn’t remember what life was like without Mikoto; he couldn’t imagine being able to cope not knowing him now. He hadn’t even dared to consider the idea that Mikoto might not have come out of last night alive- it was too unbearable to even entertain. Even just the warmth of his palm, the pressure of his calloused fingers slotting perfectly between his own, the idea he could have lost that was…

“Mikoto?” Tatara said quietly as the pair followed the Kusanagis towards the exit of the hospital.

“Mm?”

“Don’t ever leave me, okay?”

“Promise. You’re my true love, remember?” he repeated Tatara’s words with a flicker of a smirk.

Despite everything, Tatara couldn’t resist letting a grin spread across his lips. The words “true love” still sounded foreign to him, the way he imagined winning the lottery feels- a sort of detached sense of elation, and the struggle to wrap your head around the idea that this is really happening. But at the same time, those words in Mikoto’s gruff voice just sounded so right.

As they stepped out into the car park and into the weak sunlight of the early spring morning, their fingers still tangled as the pad of Mikoto’s thumb traced across Tatara’s knuckles, Tatara was instilled with an odd sense of tranquillity. He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling that no matter what, as long as he had Mikoto beside him, somehow everything would always turn out okay.

#mikototsu week #mikototsu #suoh mikoto #totsuka tatara #k project #k fanfic #fic: cftm

[idiealotdontworry]

Tagged by @theamazingcody

A - age: 18 as of recent :0 B - Birthplace: the Heat Den (az) C - Current time: 2:19 am D - Drink you last had: gingerale E - Easiest person to talk to: it depends on the context of the conversation, I think. It's easy to talk to basically anyone, if you have the right topic, but talking to someone about something meaningful versus something simple like memes is an important distinction. If we're talking about my many, many problems, then I guess DJ, maaaaaybe Izzy. I kinda spout my smaller issues at everyone to make it seem less like I'm fucking dying lol F - Favorite song: A LOT but I guess if we're talking in this second it'd be "For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic" by Paramore. G - Grossest memory: fuccijgj uhhhhhhhh hhhhhhh let's not k thx H - Horror yes or horror no?: depends on the sub-genre, but generally speaking, hell ye I - in love?: nah :* J - Jealous of people?: extremely, but less with anger and more with deep, soul-shattering sadness, specifically in the context of the fact that most people don't have to worry about looking like themselves. K - Killed someone?: not to my knowledge??? L - Love at first sight or should I walk by again: am I meant to comment on this as a pick up line, or is it asking about the concept of love at first sight? Either way, nah M - Middle name: Rose! N - Number of siblings: 3, if we count the dead one O - One wish: to make other people happy P - Person you last called: the bank, technically, but they're not a person. Q - Question you’re always asked: "wait, are u ASIAN???", "is that ANIME???", "CAN U DRAW ME", and the cake-taker itself: "wait, the Philippines is in Asia???" R - Reason to smile: I get to spend two weeks being paid to pet dogs and I'm fuckin hype!!!! S - Song you last sang: see above lmao T - Time you woke up today: had to check, but, 2:21 precisely, which is hilariously enough my birthday number. U - Underwear color: period. V - Vacation destination: I'd like to go to Japan cause I'm a fuckin weeb but also I'd love to see England, and I REALLY wanna go to the Philippines to try and connect with the culture I never got to learn about. W - Worst habit: existing X - X-rays: I've had a few yeah, for my back and stuff years ago. Also at the dentist but everyone gets those soooo Y - Your favorite food: I don't like eating really at all but I guess potatoes, since they're versatile and easy on the stomach. lemon candy is also good. Z - Zodiac sign: FIIIIIIISH I tag @mikototsu-trash @fallgirl1229 and @generally-nauseated

#personal #tag meme #about me meme

[alicialeila]

a kiss out of jealousy

for @redhydro | prompt: mikototsu + a kiss out of jealousy

Thank you for sending me a prompt! I hope you like it :)

“King, is that girl your friend?” Tatara asked one day, as they were walking home from school. 

Tatara had been waiting at the gate of Mikoto and Kusanagi’s high school, and when he’d spotted Mikoto, there had been a girl walking beside him, smiling up at him, chattering on. Mikoto’s face had been characteristically blank, which meant that he wasn’t actually listening to her. Typical, Tatara thought.

“Totsuka,” Mikoto had greeted him. 

Tatara had been about to introduce himself to the girl, smiling brightly, but she glowered at him, a look so cold that it stole the words right out of Tatara’s mouth. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Suoh-kun,” the girl said, and Tatara had watched her face fall in disappointment when Mikoto merely nodded, already walking away. He’d watched the girl huff and spin on her heels, heading back towards the school, before he jogged a little to catch up to Mikoto and his long strides.

“Huh?” Mikoto asked.

“That girl, is she your friend?”

Mikoto tsked. “She’s just some girl from my class who’s been following me around.”

Tatara hummed. “If she wants to be your friend, shouldn’t you be nicer to her?”

“No,” Mikoto said flatly.

They arrived at bar HOMRA, where Kusanagi had already changed out of his school uniform. Tatara recounted him the story, and Kusanagi laughed wickedly. “Right,” he said. “She wants to be Mikoto’s friend.”

“Shut up,” Mikoto said, and Tatara hadn’t quite understood what the big deal was.

Until two days later, when the girl was waiting for Tatara at the gate of his school. “Totsuka-kun, right?” she asked as he approached. 

“Just Totsuka is fine,” he replied hesitantly. 

“I’m Takashima Satsuki,” she said, playing nervously with one of her long black braids. “Can I talk to you?” 

Tatara blinked. “To me?” If she’d come all the way to his school, it must have been important. “Okay,” he said.

They walked to a park close to Tatara’s school and sat down on a bench. Tatara pulled a pack of candy from his backpack and offered one to Takashima, but she shook her head.

“It’s about Suoh-kun,” she said, getting right down to business.

“Eh? What about him?” he asked, chewing on his candy.

She twirled the end of her braid around her finger. “I guess I was wondering… What kind of girl does Suoh-kun like?”

Tatara tilted his head. “What kind of girl?” he repeated.

“I want him to like me,” she continued. “Because I… I want to confess, and I want him to accept my feelings.”

“Oh.” The candy suddenly tasted sour on Tatara’s tongue, and his stomach churned unpleasantly. He frowned.

“So?” she pressed. “What kind of girl does he like?”

Tatara thought for a moment. They’d never really talked about girls; sometimes Kusanagi did, about who he thought was the cutest girl in his grade, or about pretty women who came into his uncle’s bar, but Mikoto never really said much. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “Why don’t you ask Kusanagi-san? He goes to your school.”

“He’s older than me, so...” she trailed off, chewing on her lip. Being intimidated by Kusanagi seemed kind of strange when she was planning on confessing to Mikoto, of all people, but he nodded his head in faux understanding. “So do you think I should confess?” she asked. “Do you think he’ll accept my feelings?”

No, was Tatara’s immediate thought, suddenly cranky. Part of him wanted to say that to her face, but that would be mean, so Tatara swallowed down his irritation and said, “Well, he’s not the type to make friends very easily.”

Takashima frowned at him. “You’re his friend, aren’t you?”

There was something in her voice, maybe it was envy, that made Tatara want to preen a bit. “Well, maybe wait a bit, until you get to know him better,” was all he could think to say. It sounded logical enough.

She looked at him skeptically. “Okay,” she said. She thanked him curtly and walked away, leaving Tatara alone on the park bench, belly still twisting unpleasantly. 

What if she confessed to Mikoto and he did say yes? It would happen eventually, wouldn’t it? He walked sullenly towards HOMRA, trying to push Takashima Satsuki and her long, pretty hair out of his mind.

He was able to, mostly, until a few days later, when he met up with Mikoto and a laughing Kusanagi. “What’s so funny, Kusanagi-san?” Tatara asked.

Kusanagi threw an arm around his shoulder. “You’ll never guess. Mikoto was confessed to!”

“Eh?” Tatara said, looking at Mikoto, who was frowning even more deeply than usual. “What happened?”

Kusanagi cackled. “He rejected her, of course. Mikoto, you heartbreaker!”

Tatara felt a pang of sympathy for Takashima, because it must have been hard, confessing to the person you like. But mostly he felt a bizarre sense of relief. 

“You okay?” Kusanagi asked, poking at Tatara’s cheek.

“Yes, yes,” Tatara replied quickly. They changed the subject, and Takashima Satsuki never came up again. She must have become some kind of cautionary tale at Mikoto and Kusanagi’s school, because no one else confessed to Mikoto for the rest of his time in high school.

Now, years later, Tatara thought back to that incident and knew it was the first time he’d ever been truly jealous. He’d never felt so strongly about someone before he met Mikoto, never been so attached to someone as he was to Mikoto. Tatara didn’t consider himself a particularly jealous person by nature, but he wasn’t perfect, so it still happened every now and then.

Like tonight. 

He was waiting tables at HOMRA, running between the bar, the kitchen, and the customers. A woman had attached herself at Mikoto’s side, becoming more flirtatious with every drink she ordered, completely oblivious to Mikoto’s absolute disinterest. She’d grown bold enough to rest a manicured hand on Mikoto’s forearm. 

Stupid stuff like this didn’t usually bother Tatara, but it had been a long night and he was tired, and not in the mood to watch Mikoto be flirted with. He wiped vigorously at a dirty table.

“What are you pouting about?” Kusanagi asked as he passed by.

“Nothing,” Tatara said petulantly.

After last call, the woman finally settled her tab. Tatara thanked her with a sunny smile, but then watched as she had the audacity to slide Mikoto a napkin with her phone number scrawled on it. She winked at him and left the bar with a sway of her hips.

Normally, Tatara would probably have chuckled, with the way Mikoto barely even glanced at the thing before balling it up and tossing it in the trash. But his mood had soured this evening, so his lips quirked into a pout. Irked, he worked somewhat solemnly until the last customer was gone and he could lock the door with glee.

If one thing had changed since he was in middle school, it was that now he could do this:

He stomped up to Mikoto, who was still sitting in his usual seat at the bar, and fisted a hand in the soft material of his white T-shirt. Pushing up to the tips of his toes, he kissed Mikoto fiercely, letting his tongue brush the seam of Mikoto’s lips.

“Oi,” Kusanagi scolded. “At least wait till I’ve gone home.”

“Sorry, Kusanagi-san!” Tatara chirped, pulling back slightly.

“What was that for?” Mikoto asked, almost breathless, which Tatara noted smugly.

“I’ll show you later,” he whispered, the heat in his eyes a certain promise.

#mikototsu #suoh mikoto #totsuka tatara #k project #my fic #prompt fill #my writing

[narcissene]

♛ FILL IN THE BLANKS | FLUFF OTP EDITION | a few more for Mikototsu  . . .

🦁💕🐑 How do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: If they’re sharing something Mikoto won’t touch it until Totsuka has had at least several bites & is forever pushing more to his side of the plate (it never seems to fatten him up any) One fork is enough. Extra strawberries, please. 🍰

What would they be like as parents? Honestly, after Anna, I’d rather see them be uncles than parents. Like imagine if Kusanagi had kids of his own & Mikoto and Totsuka were alive to see ‘em.. Their world would gladly revolve around these tiny Izumos from then on. These kids could get away with 1st degree murder. Imagine paint all over your bar windows because “uncle ’Koto said we could”. 

Caring for each other while ill, how do they go about it?: Let’s assume Mikoto can get sick for a moment - and is throwing a smoldering mancold tantrum because he can’t breathe out of the left side of his nose. After everyone’s been alerted that he’s miserable, he rolls up in covers and waits for death to take him. So it’s tough love at that point. There’s only one who can force him take his medicine regularly, or whatever annoying herbal-powercleanse remedies Totsuka’s been up on lately.  This is one of the ways they’re alike. Because a sick Totsuka is just as melodramatic - in a whiny & desperate for attention way. Mikoto sticks to giving his own kind of medicine; close contact with King is thought to help clansmen heal quicker. Muse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: This is such a Mikoto, non-verbal-y thing to do. What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? It’s small-Totsuka’s prerogative to get into everything he’s curious about. Electrical boxes, bees nests, busy intersections, etc,... Mikoto is more like his little guard dog than a playmate, making sure nobody gets in the way of Totsuka getting to do whatever Totsuka wants. They are constantly in trouble. They hold hands for first time on the smaller one’s first day of 3rd grade, since he faked being scared to walk by himself. How do they go to sleep at night?: After a whole lot of squirming & fluffing pillows just right, Totsuka will eventually settle down. If he’s too restless sometimes King’s gotta’ put him in a full nelson hold before he drifts off. Then, most peacefully (one of them doesn’t take much space, allowing the other to stretch out a lot) Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?:  If King’s not around to “find” him wearing his coat like an after-shower robe, Totsuka always makes sure to send pics xoxo

#mikototsu #more belated birthday fluff.. #foxi writes #mikoto suoh #totsuka tatara

[mikoto-tatara]

So apparently MikoTotsu can be considered a power imbalanced relationship and this can honestly not be further from the truth. When they start out they are definitely not on equal terms, Totsuka is the boy running after Mikoto because he thinks he is so amazing and wants to be a part of the world this man belong too. But once they become friends, this slowly changes. I mean, Mikoto gives Totsuka the power to calm him and thus control him in a way. He’s called the beast tamer by others. If Mikoto didn’t see Totsuka as equal that would have never worked. He gives the most important job to the boy that will always see the best in him. This isn’t power imbalance, this is friendship and utter trust.

Mikoto is psychically stronger than Totsuka true, but if that is the argument for power imbalance Mikoto is equal to no one. And most relationships in the world would be unhealthy. Someone is always stronger psychically (Mikoto), someone is always stronger mentally (Totsuka). But Totsuka doesn’t fear Mikoto when he was on fire telling him to stay away, Totsuka came closer and told him he won’t hurt him. Why? TRUST! 

Totsuka needs Mikoto, Mikoto needs Totsuka. Mikoto died two weeks after Totsuka because he could not live without him, would not live without him. Because he saw no reason to be in a world without him in it. No seriously the last thing he thinks about when he dies is Tatara, it’s his butterflies that guide him to him. Mikoto could have lived if he had wanted to but he knew the moment he declared his vengeance he didn’t want to and thus never chose a different outcome even when presented the option.

Love doesn’t create a power imbalance just because one person fell first. And it doesn’t blind you either, Totsuka believed in Mikoto in spite of knowing what he could do and Mikoto would have been nowhere without Totsuka, who takes care of the crew, who takes care of him, who calms him down, who stops him from falling of the the edge. Totsuka is the anchor in Mikoto’s life and Mikoto the light in Totsuka’s. They along with Homra are a family and that is enough for both of them. The only aspect one could question would be the willingness of Mikoto to die.. But there is no unhealthy part of this ship in the power imbalance cause there is none, they are both strong in very different ways. Not in the nature of a young boy admiring his seniors before that feeling becomes mutual. Everything between them is based on trust, utter faith in each other and unconditional love and loyalty. Which I think make great foundations for any relationship in life or for a good OTP.

#okay #I'm done #now i'm sad cause they're both dead #mikototsu #mikotata

[alicialeila]

Quietly sit winter prompt 63 with kiss prompts 1 for Mikototsu. If you're taking prompt if not please ignore.

:D thank you for sending me such cute prompts! I hope I used the correct ones: “I’m walking home from the bar and it’s snowing and you see me trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue” + “breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths”

on ao3

Mikoto was sipping his beer, lips pressed to the glass, when Totsuka cried out loud enough to make him choke on it.

“It’s snowing!” Totsuka’s voice echoed in the silence of the empty bar, which had closed nearly an hour ago. It was Totsuka’s night to close the place, and so it had been just the two of them since.

Totsuka ran to the door, pushing it open and letting in a burst of cold air.

“Oi,” Mikoto scolded him.

Totsuka turned to him, absolutely delighted. “Let’s go outside, King!”

“Why?” He never understood why Totsuka got so excited about the first snowfall every year. Did he like being cold that much?

Totsuka was already shrugging on his thick burgundy coat. “Because it’s fun!”

Mikoto grunted.

Undeterred, Totsuka grabbed Mikoto’s black jacket and dropped it in his lap. “Fresh air is good for you, King,” he said with an easy smile. Totsuka didn’t see the moment Mikoto relented, because he was already out the door.

Resigned, Mikoto followed him out the door to watch him stand in the middle of the empty street, face tilted up towards the sky. The snowflakes were fat and wet, clinging to Totsuka’s golden hair and dark coat as they fell.

Not content to let Mikoto watch from the sidelines, Totsuka ran up to him and grabbed his hand to pull him into the middle of the street. Mikoto sighed as a giant snowflake hit the sensitive skin right under his eye. His eye twitched. Totsuka laughed at the disgruntled expression on Mikoto’s face, and then he tilted his head up to stare at the falling snow once again. He stuck out his tongue, trying to catch the flakes and giggling as they melted.

“You’re an idiot,” Mikoto said, eyes stuck on the pink of Totsuka’s tongue.

“King should try, too!” Totsuka said, though it was barely intelligible with the tip of his tongue still peeking out.

Even if Mikoto had been interested in catching snowflakes, it was impossible to look away from Totsuka, not when he was laughing and flushed pink from the cold. Impulsively, Mikoto reached to press his thumb to a snowflake that had landed on the curve of Totsuka’s cheek.

Totsuka looked at him with wide eyes. “King?”

Mikoto let his thumb brush against Totsuka’s bottom lip as his gaze lingered on Totsuka’s mouth. Totsuka must have realized what Mikoto was about to do first; Mikoto heard Totsuka’s breath hitch before he even realized that he’d leaned in.

Totsuka’s lips were soft against Mikoto’s, and a little cold. Mikoto tugged Totsuka a little bit closer so he could deepen the kiss.

“Warm,” Totsuka murmured against his mouth.

“Huh?” Mikoto breathed. He could feel the shape of Totsuka's smile. 

“King is always so warm.” Their lips were still touching, and every puff of Totsuka’s hot breath against his mouth made Mikoto shiver. Mikoto cupped a hand around Totsuka’s cheek, letting the kiss linger for a moment before stepping back. When he did, Totsuka’s eyes were so bright and full of love and want that heat pooled in his belly; no wonder he was always so warm, when Totsuka was always looking at him like that.

“We should get back inside,” Totsuka said. Mikoto let Totsuka hold his hand and drag him back into the bar. “Let’s make hot cocoa, King!” Totsuka grinned. “To warm up!”

It was far too late in the night for Totsuka to be drinking hot cocoa, and Mikoto could think of more appealing ways to warm Totsuka up, but even so, Mikoto felt the corner of his lips lift into a smile. “Fine,” he said.

#starryredflames #writing prompts #my fic #mikototsu