#mikoreiweek2017

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

And I hope the sun shines And it's a beautiful day And something reminds you You wish you had stayed

So I'll go sit on the floor Wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss

Since it's free day today. This is my contribution. I listened to Taylor Swift's last kiss. It's one of my mikorei songs. T.T And I had so many feels. Esp. the part,

Never imagined we'd end like this 

So this is number 38 (52 is here) from the Sensory Prompt list! 38. A person’s weight as they lie on top of you. This is also my last day of Mikorei Week, Day 7! I thought this prompt was perfect for some fluff on the last day. Thank you for the request anon! This is also for Munakata’s Birthday <3 my lovee Happy Birthday Munakata!

Weightless

“Suoh” Munakata grunts, feeling the weight of the man’s back pressed up against his chest. “What are you doing?” he chokes out, coughing.

“Trying’ to stop ya’” Suoh says, pressing his nose up against the back of Munakata’s neck. His breath is hot, and his kisses are lazy, but it’s so inherently Suoh, Munakata can’t help but smirk.

“Oya? Stop me from what?” he chuckles, attempting to push himself up, but Suoh’s far heavier than Munakata realizes, especially from this awkward angle.

“Gettin’ up and rushin’ to work,” Suoh mumbles, and Munakata feels his fingers glide through the bottom of his blue hair, a finger wrapping around a piece at the base of his neck.

“And why do you wish for me to stay in bed?” It’s a silly question. Suoh always wants to be in bed. Actually, he’s surprisingly awake, given what time it is. Usually Munakata is out the door early, leaving Suoh in bed, half naked, still asleep.

Suoh rolls off of him, and smirks, brushing their lips together as they lay in their comfortable bed. “I have somethin’ for you.” Munakata almost misses the gentle pressure of Suoh pressed against his back, their bodies so close. Then again, breathing is nice too. “I made ya’ tea and breakfast. That’s why I had to be sure you didn’t leave.”

Munakata raises an eyebrow incredulously. “You made breakfast? Tea?”

Suoh nods once. “Kusanagi helped,” he snorts, as though he’s made a frustrating confession. “But you should still give me the reward when you realize how good it is.” Munakata knows that playful twinkle in Suoh’s golden eyes well.

“Oya,” Munakata teases, “the truth comes out." When Suoh tries to keep him in bed like this, it leads to other things, which makes Munakata either arrive to work on time a disheveled mess, or show up late due to his need for a shower. “And what, may I ask, is the occasion?” he questions. When Suoh wants sex, he stays in bed and kisses Munakata enough to convince him to as well. He never makes breakfast.

Groaning, Suoh rolls out of bed, and stretches up. Munakata’s eyes follow the curve of his hip bone as it disappears into his pajama shorts. “Don’t tell me you forgot?” Suoh storms to the kitchen, leaving Munakata behind in his confusion.

He pushes himself up finally, stretching with a yawn. He reaches over and unfolds his glasses seeing clearly once again. Still, he doesn’t recall anything special about today. What could he have forgotten? Their anniversary was months ago…so what could it be? Glancing to the clock, his eyes suddenly widen.

“Did ya' figure it out yet?” Suoh asks, returning with the large tray full of tea options. He places it down on the bed next to Munakata. Leaning across him, Suoh presses his lips on Munakata’s chin, neck and lips, wanting to taste all of him before his mouth is preoccupied by the tea.

“I think I have an inkling of an idea,” he replies, brushing Suoh’s messy red bangs out of his face. He loves the idiot, especially when he does shockingly thoughtful things like this.

You should read the previous chapter just so we’re all caught up: http://azii.tumblr.com/post/144674248893/mikorei-studentteacherau

Mikoto and Reisi talk. And honestly, that’s the only fucking thing that happens in this chapter. Because I suck. Sorry. I also don’t know what part this is, because… you guessed it! I suck. 

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Flowers, Mikoto knew, had a language. But he’d be damned if he had any idea how to speak it. Still, he carried a bouquet of red roses, peach tulips, and white carnations in his arms. It was massive and stupidly heavy; maybe asking Anna’s babysitter to help choose a suitable collection was a bad idea. In fact, Mikoto secretly suspected that Yata was always available to look after Anna because the kid hadn’t been on a date in… well, ever.

He stifled a smirk and knocked on Munakata’s front door, once again shifting the damn flowers into a more comfortable position.

His professor answered with utter amusement sparking his eyes. “How unexpectedly conventional,” he said, taking the flowers from the redhead and inviting him in. “I’ll be with you in a moment. Just let me put these in some water.”

“You brought some for Anna when you came for dinner,” Mikoto replied, showing himself further into Munakata’s home. “Thought I’d return the favor.”

“Well, I applaud the effort,” Reisi quipped. “Please make yourself at home; I’ll bring drinks.”

The redhead was in the process of doing just that. He ambled into the living room, shedding his leather jacket along the way and laying it across the back of the sofa. Munkata’s home was surprisingly lived in, he found. He expected modern, minimalist aesthetics with clean lines and monochromatic décor. Sleek, efficient – much like the man himself.

Instead, the living room was airy and bright – vibrant blues and yellows coming together in a rather quaint and almost cozy manner. Books lay everywhere. Munakata had glass-fronted bookcases along the exposed brick walls, but he also had volumes stacked on the coffee table, the side tables, atop the fireplace and even beside the television. The piles were neat and precise, of course, but the tiny evidence of humanity, of imperfection, was deeply endearing to the redhead.

“You need more shelves,” Mikoto said, smile broadening as he stepped up towards the fireplace to take a look at the titles. “I can build some more of these cases if y’want.”

Reisi called from the kitchen. “I’m afraid I don’t have any free wall space.”

“Guess you need a bigger—” and then he stopped short. In the middle of the mantle was a solitary picture. Munakata was there, off center, arm slung around another man. The other was tall and lean, with pale skin and grey-blue eyes. His long black hair fell in a spill across one shoulder. He was attempting to push it behind his ear while Reisi pressed a kiss to his cheek. The stranger seemed somewhat camera shy, a blush adorning his face while he averted his eyes from the photographer’s gaze. Both men looked deliriously happy. And Munakata – well, he looked downright unrecognizable. Mikoto had seen a dozen of the man’s smiles, sickle sharp and concealing untold secrets. And when entertaining Anna, the brunet smiled with kind indulgence. Sometimes he was triumphant, especially when students put forth particularly incisive comments in class. But Mikoto had never seen his professor smile like this – carefree and innocent, like the heavens had crafted the emotion of joy solely for his benefit.

“Ah,” Munakata said, sidling up to Mikoto with whiskey in tow, “That was taken on our anniversary. Nearly four years ago.”

Mikoto turned to his companion. No one had been watching sensei as closely as the redhead, so he realized immediately how the man’s smile turned plastic, how his eyes lost their customary luster. And then he remembered what his professor had said to him that night on his porch, before skittering away in some odd combination of fear and guilt. “Not available,” he repeated. “’s what you said at my place.”

“Please sit,” Munakata replied, gesturing to the couch facing the fireplace.

“You call me over to break up with me, doc?” Mikoto sighed, frustration welling up inside him. Fucking Munakata-sensei and his fucking love of play. “I don’t like games. Not when Anna’s heart’s on the line too.”

Something flashed across that impassive countenance then, but it was gone before he could recognize it. Instead, the brunet merely squared himself up and commanded whatever pretension was left to him. “First, you and I are not together; therefore, we cannot break up.” He adjusted his glasses. “Second, I invited you to explain things, so if you could refrain from arriving at erroneous conclusions based on no evidence whatsoever, I should like to do just that.” A sigh. “Sit. Please.”

Mikoto took the indicated seat, eager to hear this so-called explanation. He wasn’t surprised when Munakata chose to sit across from him rather than beside, in a threadbare and especially ugly armchair that clashed with the room.

“The man in the picture was – is – my finance. Detective Habari Jin of the Metropolitan Police Department.”

The redhead’s fingers curled into the armrest. If his beautiful bastard of an instructor was engaged, then he damn well should have said so before he accepted Anna’s invitation to dinner. The other man wasn’t stupid. Not by a long shot. He knew Suoh was attracted to him and growing more attached with each successive day. He’d led the redhead on, dangling possibilities and fantasies before him like a fucked-up Pied Piper.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to get up and leave. He’d waited so long for Munakata to betray even an ounce of sentiment that he was willing to risk heartbreak just to see. To prove to himself that he wasn’t the only one who felt this… this all-encompassing electricity between them. So he stayed.

“I was a lonely child. I would be remiss if I did not commence my story there – my childhood. My intellect and abilities so outstripped others that I had trouble fitting in. I’d never made any real friends; any genuineness pretended towards me was done out of consideration for my elder brother, Taishi. He was always the friendly sort, and so people naturally flocked to him.” Here, he met Mikoto’s eyes and smiled, if in a broken manner. “Much like you, in fact. Graced with natural charisma.”

“Doc—”

“It’s Reisi,” Munakata interrupted. “To you, that is.”

Mikoto nodded, tonguing his reaction. He’d never expected this man – this ever-composed, ever-placid man to talk so openly about himself. But by the same token, he never expected that talking like so would bring Reisi such pain. And he was in pain, of that Suoh had no doubt. The timbre of his voice was shot through with regret and loss and wherever this story led, the redhead knew it wouldn’t be anywhere good. Maybe that’s why Anna likes him so much, he thought to himself. They’re both hurting.

“Jin was my first friend. We met in college – we were roommates, in fact.” Here he laughed. “We hated each other at first. I’d come back to the dorm to find empty takeout containers and dirty clothes littering the floor.”

Suoh smirked. “Never did learn to pick up after myself, either. Only do it now for Anna’s sake.”

Reisi nodded and continued. “But then, I noticed other things about him. How his eyes would light up when other first years came to him for advice. Or how he’d spend his time reading criminal law books. He said he wanted to be a lawyer, wanted to protect people. We even started watching police procedural dramas together. Eventually, those friendly movie nights became dates; we hardly noticed the feelings blooming between us until we found ourselves falling asleep in the same bed night after night. And so, my first friend became my first love.”

Mikoto smiled at the thought of a twenty-something Munakata clambering onto the same bunk as the man in the picture, a bowl of greasy popcorn between them and the glow from the television setting their faces alight in the dark. It was a good mental image, he found. The Reisi in his imagination seemed untroubled – lighter, somehow, as nonsensical as that sounded.

“He decided in our fourth year that being a lawyer might help people, but it would not protect. Not in the way Jin wished to do so. I remember that was our first fight – I felt, initially, such a career path was too dangerous. I did not want to lose him, you see. Given my solitary history, he had become my whole world. The loss would be too great, I thought. Unbearable. But at the same time, I admired his selflessness. I even had a mind to join him at the Academy, but I’d already been accepted to my PhD program with a sizable stipend. It would be easier, financially, to make a home for us if I continued along my planned career path. And so I went to graduate school while he became a police officer.”

And now the man had Mikoto’s rapt attention. He placed his tumbler of whisky to the side and leaned forward, absorbing Munakata’s every word.

Reisi, for his part, had closed his eyes. He, too, had set aside his drink. His hands trembled as they sat folded primly in his lap. Brow furrowed, lips bent, and Mikoto knew what was coming before he even spoke. “Something happened,” he breathed.

“It was a gunman. Severe cranial trauma.” Munakata didn’t open his eyes.

Suoh couldn’t help it, not when the man looked like he was being held together by spider’s silk and memories. He slinked forward, kneeling before the brunet and taking his shaking hands into his own. Saying nothing, he merely held Reisi’s hands and allowed his warmth to seep into the flesh. This was the only comfort he would be allowed to provide, he knew. Anything more, and Munakata’s remaining control would shatter. If that happened, he was sure he’d be asked to leave.

The professor took a deep breath. “He’s been in a coma for three years, Mikoto.”

And for all the times that Mikoto wished his gorgeous instructor would address him less formally, he had never wanted to hear his name fall from the man’s lips like that.

Munakata rallied, “This is why—”

“You’re not available,” the redhead finished, breath ghosting against the fingers held against his mouth. “You’re still tied up.” Tied up in every way possible, too. He pressed a quick kiss to the tips, committing the scent to memory. Ink and paper. Tea. And something a bit spicy and sweet at the same time that belonged solely to Munakata. There was never a chance for me, he realized. There’s no room for me here.

Reisi pulled his hands away, carefully wrapping his arms about himself. He was shuddering head to foot. At this distance, Mikoto to sense how much effort it was taking him to keep his composure. His guilt redoubled. If it was taking all this just for the man to talk, then maybe he didn’t need to. “Don’t,” he said finally. “Don’t do anything you don’t want. You don’t have to explain anymore. I’ll leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” the brunet answered firmly. “I want you. And I want this,” he continued, amethyst eyes finally seeking out amber. He gestured between them. “But I—”

“—feel like shit for wantin’ me.”

Reisi managed a broken smirk. “That’s one way to articulate the guilt attendant to this desire, yes.” But his smile warmed as he leaned to card a chary hand through Mikoto’s hair. “I’m rather unpracticed at romance. As I said, I’ve never had need to be very discerning about my feelings. Jin could read me like one of my books, meaning that I never learned how properly to express sentiment, nor, in fact, how to contend with it when it overwhelms me.”

“Sound like you need a hug, sensei.”

A laugh, this time, though it was choked off. “It’s Reisi. And I don’t think a hug is going to help much.”

Shrugging, Mikoto just stood and threw his arms around the seated man, squeezing him in a vice hold and drawing him close. “Might help a little, though.” He stood there, awkwardly holding the other as long as he was permitted. 

Gently pushing the redhead back, Munakata adopted a mildly flustered demeanor. It was good, Suoh decided, to see him back in form. “Useless,” he murmured. “But appreciated nonetheless.”

Mikoto merely chuckled and resumed his seat on the floor, head pillowed against the hideous armrest.

“I don’t know what I ought to do,” the brunet said, fingers in soft, scarlet strands again. “It seems that over the last three years, my feelings for Jin have faded somewhat, although I love him still. At the same time, lately I’ve developed feelings for you.” He paused. “How can one person care for two individuals like so?”

Mikoto snorted.

Munakata’s voice betrayed a slight irritation when next he spoke. “What can possibly be humorous?”

“Just that you’re an idiot for such a smart guy,” Suoh retorted. “Obviously you can have feelings for both of us ‘cause you do. You just don’t know what you wanna do about it. That’s why you’re all confused and shit.”

“To be fair, I haven’t much of a choice in the matter,” Reisi replied, voice tight. “He and I never married, so I am not the executor of his will nor his medical proxy. His family are terminating life support.” He sighed heavily. “Perhaps he never named me as proxy because he knew that I would never agree to such a thing.”

Mikoto sucked in a breath, nothing that his feelings were now confused. He should not, for example, feel any sort of relief upon learning that Reisi’s finace was going to die. He should be appropriately sad. But at the same time, if this opened up a chance for the two of them to explore a real relationship, then perhaps it was for the be—

No. No, he couldn’t think such things. He’d seen what death had done to Anna – how it left her hollowed out and haunted, how she’d stopped speaking for a year afterwards, how her smiles even now were tinged with heartbreak that he couldn’t fix. He didn’t want that for Munakata. He didn’t. The man had known enough hell for a lifetime.

So why did this emotion clinging to him feel so much like hope?

“What are you gonna do?” he asked quietly, trying to piece together his own mind as the other had been attempting all night. Man, we’re fucked, aren’t we?

Ah, finally i participate again this year~ so i dedicated myself to this event. I hope i can do all the challenges  :”3 cover drawn by me (Mikoto so hawt want to push him so he can kiss Reishi)

Oh, i write my fanfic using my mother language, Bahasa Indonesia, so pardon me if not everyone can understand :”3 and i’m not sure if i want to translate it into english because... i’m lazy XD And when i update my story, i always reblogging this stuff so, yeah

Ah, if anyone curious why i update so fast, i live in place that the time is GMT+7

Day 1, Tulip - Fascination

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Day 2,  Amaryllis - Pride/timidity

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Day 3, Jonquil - Love me/Desire

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Day 4, Cyclamen - Resignation and goodbye

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Day 5, Carnation - Bonds of affection/my heart aches for you

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Day 6, free day

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Day 7, Violet (white) - Let's Take a chance on Happiness

Hello everyone! I bring you the prompts for this year’s Mikoreiweek!

The overall theme will be Language of Flowers. 

WHEN WILL MIKOREIWEEK START?

Mikoreiweek will be held on September 25 (that will be a Monday) up to October 1, 2017, but if you are busy, don’t worry, you can still submit on October 2 up to October 8! That will be the late submissions week.

WHAT CAN YOU SUBMIT?

1. You can submit fanfics, fanarts, playlists, edits, cosplay, comics, whatever you like, provided that the submissions are related to the theme(s) and revolves around our favourite pair, Mikorei. 

2. You can submit any type of work provided that you put the necessary warnings. We don’t want anyone to get triggered all right? If it is an art or a comic that has dubious consent and the like, of course it is imperative that you have to make use of a text post so that the people who are uncomfortable with stuff like that can’t view the whole of your submission, and that the people that are fine with it can bask in the brilliance and the sin of your work. 

GUIDELINES

1. Tag your work with mikoreiweek2017 with no space in between. 

2. It is entirely up to you how you interpret each theme. Be as creative as you can be! Which means the setting of your work can be an AU or in canon verse. Reishi and Mikoto can be in a romantic relationship or can just be friends/rivals or whatever. You can twist each theme to suit your purpose. There’s no stopping you, so pull out those artistic juices. 

3. The themes are the meaning or meanings of each flower featured on a day. If there are two meanings for a flower as specified, you can choose either or if you wish you can incorporate each meaning in your work.

That being said, the featured flower for a particular day need not be the focus of your submission, but if you wish, you can submit a work that gives it a slight amount of focus, or none at all. It can also be the sole focus of your submission. Like, if you wish to submit a fanart/edit you can  create mikorei + the particular flower, that is acceptable.

THEMES

- Day 1 - Monday, September 25

 Tulip - Fascination.

- Day 2 - Tuesday, September 26

Amaryllis - Pride/timidity

- Day 3 - Wednesday, September 27

Jonquil - Love me/Desire

- Day 4: Thursday, September 28

Cyclamen - Resignation and goodbye

- Day 5 : Friday, September 29

Carnation - Bonds of affection/my heart aches for you

- Day 6: Saturday, September 30

Free Day - You can write whatever you wish to write.

- Day 7: Sunday, October 1 - Happy Birthday Reishi! This is the birthday prompt.

Violet (white) - Lets Take a chance on Happiness

FINAL STATEMENTS

If you have questions regarding the themes, or any other concern just please don’t hesitate to ask us. You can message the admins:

@psychemenace

@scepterofstardust

@munakatareishi

@squireofgotham

@aprettyred-ashiningblue

Summary:

What happened next left Suoh in a trance. Munakata’s face which was usually adorned with that fake smile of his, shifted to a softer genuine smile. His amethyst eyes looked at Suoh warmly, like he actually fell in love with him and his face was to close to Suoh’s that Suoh could practically see the flutter of his eyelashes, the ways his lips curve when he speaks -he’s never seen Munakata act so timid.

“Suoh, your line.” Munakata hisses.

Dímelo otra vez (en Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/viVQdUteNG

AU Requests

Dear anon thank you so much for this prompt, I had a super fun time writing this fic LOL it ended up being so silly and i hope you enjoy it! This was only requested like…a year and a half ago, nbd. I am so timely. Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for beta-ing even tho she had no internet LOL

Title: Balcony TalksMikorei Week 2017 Day 2: Timidity Pairing: MikoreiRating: TWord Count: 2,955Ao3Summary: Munakata Reisi does not have a problem. He does not sit on the balcony solely to see his attractive next door neighbor. He does not smoke with him because he likes him, and he certainly does NOT have a very large crush which he cannot seem to keep in check.

He moved in six months ago. Munakata had noticed for two reasons; One, the obnoxious couple next door leaving meant he finally had some peace and quiet, and two, the new guy who had moved in had piqued his interest.