and yatas tears

anonymous asked:

A strain made Sarumi handcuffed together and made Yata coudn't stop crying in front of Saru, he just cried and cried and sobbed and sniffed for nothing. Effective time was 24hs and Saru need to work so Yata had to be with Saru in the office and spend a night in S4 dorm ヽ(´▽`)/

I’m just imagining the two of them arguing the whole time over whose fault this is and Fushimi getting annoyed that Yata won’t stop crying as Yata’s yelling at him through tears and Fushimi is trying and failing not to be affected by sobbing Misaki. So say this is pre-ROK and two Strains attack them at the same time, Fushimi and Yata were both pursuing separate Strains when they ran into each other and of course Fushimi couldn’t resist taunting Yata into a fight. They’re in the middle of fighting each other when the two Strains show up and attack, Fushimi and Yata immediately find themselves handcuffed together and unable to separate. Fushimi’s grumbling about it when Yata suddenly bursts into tears, Fushimi’s actually a little taken aback before mocking him, like what you’re going to cry like a little kid Misaki? Yata yells back at him to shut up, sniffling and sobbing as he says that he can’t seem to stop and that’s when Fushimi remembers that he was chasing a Strain whose powers made you cry uncontrollably. Of course now that he knows Misaki’s not really crying Fushimi doesn’t feel bad about teasing him, Yata like just grabs Fushimi’s sleeve and blows his nose on it as revenge.

So Fushimi drags Yata back to Scepter 4 because he figures it’s their best chance to actually get the handcuffs taken off, just imagine the looks on everyone’s faces when Fushimi comes storming into the office glaring with a sobbing Yata Misaki of Homra attached to his wrist via handcuffs. The alphabet squad proceeds to try every trick they know to get the handcuffs off, Akiyama brings Fushimi a variety of keys to see if that helps at all but nothing works. The whole time Fushimi is getting increasingly more annoyed while Yata keeps complaining about having to be taken care of by the stupid Blues and yelling at Fushimi to give his PDA back so he can call Homra, all in between crying uncontrollably. Poor Yata’s eyes are getting all gross and itchy too but he can barely rub them because Fushimi complains if Yata tugs on the wrist with the handcuffs on. Doumyouji suggests just cutting the handcuffs with a sword but Fushimi vetoes that because if it doesn’t work and the Strain power redirects the sword of something he doesn’t want to be stabbed thanks.

Eventually even Munakata can see no way to remove the handcuffs besides waiting for the power to wear off so Fushimi and Yata are now stuck together for the foreseeable future. Fushimi clicks his tongue and complains about how annoying it is while Yata loudly states he’s not staying here and of course no way is Fushimi going to Homra. Awashima contacts Kusanagi to let him know where Yata is and Kusanagi suggests Yata stay at Scepter 4 until the power wears off so Yata reluctantly huffs that fine, he’ll spend the night. For the rest of the day Fushimi and Yata keep dragging each other around the building, everyone constantly staring at them due to Yata’s tendency to burst into random sobbing fits. Finally that night they get to share Fushimi’s dorm, the handcuffs mean they also have to share a bed. Fushimi tries to climb up to the top bunk but it’s hard to navigate while handcuffed together, Yata’s like why don’t you just sleep on the bottom stupid monkey will your roommate mind or something and Fushimi mutters that he doesn’t have a roommate. Yata’s like ‘unsocial bastard like always huh’ but he still just sighs and is like whatever just sleep on the bottom bunk and I’ll take the floor if you’re gonna be like that. Of course this means Fushimi is lying there in his bed trying to sleep while Yata’s on the floor tossing and turning and still sobbing and Fushimi just grits his teeth and tells himself that it’s the Strain power, it’s not like Misaki’s really upset and even if he was who cares, it’s not Fushimi’s problem anymore (but he still barely gets any sleep all night anyway).

anonymous asked:

if everyone had instagram how would yata react to finding fushimis profile and seeing his pictures??

Would Fushimi even bother to use Instagram, I feel like he’d find taking pictures and posting them pointless and a bother. Especially if say he gets roped into it because a bunch of the other alphabet boys have one and they want Fushimi to join too so he can see their pictures and Fushimi’s just like Hidaka I don’t give a shit about what you ate for lunch leave me alone. But then he gets coaxed into getting an account anyway and though he doesn’t post often he does occasionally post. He rarely makes any comments to go with his pictures and no matter how often the rest of the alphabet squad tries to engage him in conversation about it or get him to follow their Instagram accounts Fushimi never so much as comments.

So then say post-ROK Fushimi and Yata are in a relationship and living together. One day Fushimi comes home from work and he’s clearly sick but he even so he immediately opens up his laptop and keeps trying to work more, Yata pretty much has to bodily pry him away from it and toss him in the bed so he can rest and recover. Fushimi clicks his tongue and complains but he’s feeling dizzy and weak so he can’t resist much, curling up on the bed and falling asleep with his clothes still on. Yata figures he should go finish dinner at least, he can wrap up Fushimi’s portion in case Fushimi’s feeling better when he wakes up and wants something to eat. As Yata’s returning to the kitchen he notices that Fushimi left his laptop on and Yata figures he may as well as least shut it down for now while Fushimi’s sleeping, even though Fushimi’s always telling Yata not to touch his laptop because Fushimi is convinced that Yata will destroy it somehow. Yata’s like okay I’m just gonna close it, there’s no way I could break it just doing that, but as he’s reaching for the laptop his eyes focus on the image on the screen. As it happens Fushimi wasn’t working when Yata pulled him away, he was finishing something else instead, and right there on Instagram is a picture of Yata himself, fast asleep with his hair a little tousled and his face peaceful, and a hand that’s unmistakeably Fushimi’s brushing gently against his cheek.

For a second Yata’s like what the fuck why is there a picture of me here and then he realizes that it’s Instagram and that the account has Fushimi’s name on it. The only caption on the picture is ‘Misaki’ and it looks like Fushimi only just uploaded it so Yata figures it must have been pretty recent. He’s kinda surprised to see Fushimi even has an Instagram and he can’t deny that he’s super curious about what other pictures are on there. Yata finds himself sitting down in front of the laptop and sorting through Fushimi’s gallery. The thing Yata starts to realize looking at Fushimi’s pictures is that there’s like a distinct progression the further back he goes, like Yata decides to scroll until he gets to the first picture in the gallery and then go forward from there and the very first picture is one taken from some months prior to S1, just a picture of an empty sky and for some reason Yata feels his throat getting tight looking at it. The early pictures are all like that, almost all pictures of scenery and they all look so wide and empty to Yata, like Fushimi just wanted to focus on something hollower than himself. Also mixed in with the sky pictures are occasional little flashes of someone that Yata can only recognize as himself, seen usually from a distance or in motion – a quick flash of red hair off to one side of the photo, a blurred figure skateboarding from across the street and barely seen. There’s also one picture of a darkened night sky and red lights hovering in the air and there’s a distinct air of melancholy about it that makes Yata’s stomach twist a little, remembering that night. The only caption for that photo is ‘he’s dead.’

Then Yata starts to get to the more recent stuff and suddenly he can see how color is slowly seeping into Fushimi’s dull world. There’s more pictures of the alphabet boys at first, Akiyama smiling and holding out a teacup, Gotou and Hidaka laughing in a corner, Benzai looking furtive as he reaches to pet Kuro the cat. And then suddenly there are all these pictures of Yata: Yata smiling to himself as he cooks dinner, Yata asleep on the couch, Yata with an angry posture as he plays a video game, just so many pictures of Yata looking happy and content and all Yata can imagine now is Fushimi sitting there on the couch behind him watching fascinated as Yata cooks dinner, Fushimi lying next to him on the couch and staring at his sleeping face, Fushimi smiling in amusement as Yata curses at another video game. Just all these little moments that Fushimi clearly wanted to capture and hold onto, and suddenly Yata finds himself wiping tears from his eyes and smiling like an idiot because it just makes him so happy, seeing how far Fushimi’s come and how far their relationship has progressed.

ankitsukai  asked:

SaruMi + magic, curse, song, uniform, book

Sarumi + Magic

   Yata blinked back angry tears as he took shelter under an awning, ignoring the persistent beeping from his PDA, knowing that it would be Fushimi’s number flashing on the screen. He wasn’t ready to speak to Saru again just yet, unable to forget the harsh words they’d exchanged a couple of words ago, barbs that he’d been able to brush aside when they’d been ‘enemies’ seeming to cut ten times worse this time. He’d known that they still had a long way to go, that it was going to take time to get back to where they’d been, and that there was no magical cure for the damage that had been done. He’d known that, but he hadn’t been ready for this set back, unprepared for the sting of Saru’s words or for his own decision to flee rather than fight, and he had no idea what to do next.

Sarumi + Curse

  Fushimi cursed as he watched Misaki’s eyes flickering again, threatening to close and stay shut, and he was more forceful this time as he clamped down on the wound. He wanted to retch at the feel of blood on his fingers, Misaki’s blood, wondering how he could ever have wished for it as he used his knee to gently nudge Misaki. “Don’t you dare close your eyes,” he ordered, or meant to, the words coming out more pleading than anything else, forcing himself not to flinch as Misaki whimpered at the increased pressure on his side. Where were the others? He wanted to look, but he didn’t dare take his eyes of Misaki for even a second as the smaller teen shivered, weakly trying to pull away from his hands, eyes still threatening to close.

Sarumi + Song

   Yata’s cheeks were burning as he let Fushimi guide him around the dancefloor, not sure if he was more surprised by the fact that Saru had asked, or that he could dance. Yata, for all his grace on his skateboard, had two left feet on the dancefloor something he was sure Fushimi must remember from the disaster of their school dance and considering they were under the watchful eyes of Scepter 4 he was surprised Saru was risking the embarrassment.

“It’s our song…” His surprise must have been showing on his face, because Fushimi paused for a moment, hands lingering on Yata’s hips. Now that he wasn’t focused on trying not to stand on his partner’s feet, Yata tilted his head, focusing on the music, a smile creeping onto his face as he recognised the song they had listened to on repeat back when they had first become friends… the same song he had been listening to the day Fushimi had appeared at his side and stolen a headphone from him, shooting him a look that had stopped his protests before they could fully form.

Sarumi + Uniform

“Idiot,” Fushimi’s voice was gentle despite the insult, openly worried as he drew Yata away from the water’s edge as the rest of Scepter 4 moved in to secure the Strain, taking the opportunity to check for any injuries. He’d nearly had a heart attack when Yata had hurtled into the midst of the fight, knocking the Strain aside when she had been getting the upper hand over Fushimi, only for her to grab hold of the vanguard as she tumbled down the slope and into the river, dragging him under the water with her.

“I-I’m fine…j-just wet,” Yata stuttered as he batted Fushimi’s hands away with all the strength of a newborn kitten, teeth chattering, and the Blue tsked and let him go. Ignoring Yata’s protests he shrugged out of his jacket, draping it over the vanguard’s shoulders and trying to ignore the sudden thought that Yata should wear his uniform more often.

“That’s what you get for going for a swim in December,” he muttered instead, colouring slightly as he looked away, but he didn’t protest when Yata moved closer, letting the smaller teen curl into his side for warmth.

Sarumi + Book

   Yata blinked in surprise as he finished tearing the away the wrapping paper to reveal a plain, red leather book and he frowned as he studied it, wondering whether this was meant to be a jab at his intelligence. Fushimi sighed, settling beside him on the couch and nudging him. “Look inside.” Yata obeyed, flicking the cover open and feeling his mouth dropping open as he realised that it was a photo album, eyes stinging slightly as he found himself staring at pictures from their high school days…photos that he thought had been destroyed a long time ago, and he was trembling as he glanced at Fushimi.

“You kept them?”

“Of course.”

  • Misaki Yata: do you have the time
  • Fushimi Saruhiko: for you, Misaki? Misaki are you joking? are you yankin my chain? are you joshin me? Misaki. i would always make time for you. my time is precious but you are more so. Misaki, you… are a shining pearl in a sea of mediocrity. i would do anything for you *wipes tear*
  • Misaki Yata: no dude like what time is it

Title: Sword Swallowing

Fandom: K Project

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Summary: “I could hold a sword in my mouth if I wanted to!” It was quite possibly the stupidest argument they had ever had, but Yata’s still not giving in without a fight.

Notes: I take no responsibility for this whatsoever, blame Gora and their need to keep making Fushimi walk around with swords in his mouth, they’re just handing out the innuendo on a silver platter there. Also the title was just horrible enough that I couldn’t not use it. Anyway, plotless smut, enjoy.

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