#i'm writin

[inklizard]

y’all have those songs you can start out listening to at a normal volume and then a certain part hits and you j u s t

[whumpkin]

i can have a little impact trauma. as a treat

[alexenglish]

today's wc 1,1k 🦊

[eatratshit]

when ur tryna write a fic of ur otp, based on a movie, but u forget the entire damn movie right as ur tryna write it

[cryptipurple]

29, Knuckle x Shoot.

29. fading away

is this in character bc i see u paris. also are u possessing my browser bc it keeps crashing as i write this orz wow a prompt from pariston hill himself~~~ i’m so honoured!!

Knuckle was a little surprised that he and Shoot had even become friends — he could still remember the days they would argue all the time, Shoot’s cool and calm demeanor making him seem incredibly insensitive. But now they understood each other better, after facing death and worrying about one another.

To be honest, Knuckle still worried sometimes that Shoot wasn’t okay—that somehow he was still that crumpled pile at the bottom of a pillar in the palace. He spent as much time as he could at Shoot’s hospital bedside, just to remind himself they were alive.

After a few weeks, Knuckle had seen Shoot’s rare, slow smile multiple times; heard his soft, breathy laugh. Slowly but surely, the memories of the time they couldn’t stand one another were fading away. The fear of what had happened was still there in the back of his mind, but Knuckle felt much better when he was with Shoot.

But of course, Shoot was finally discharged from the hospital. They spent less and less time together; only meeting to train or talk to Morau about something. And Knuckle began to feel worse and worse for it.

Finally he steeled his courage and went to Shoot’s house, visiting him on a weekend when he knew they both had nothing to do. Shoot seemed a little shocked, but he was a lot more welcoming than Knuckle had imagined.

"I uh… I just felt like I hadn’t seen you for a while, you know?" Knuckle mumbled into the warm cup of herbal tea Shoot had served him. He took a sip, but nearly spat it out as Shoot laughed at him.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" His warm smile didn’t falter. "I saw you yesterday."

"I know, but it’s not like we talk when we’re training…" Knuckle tried to play off his blush by looking away, at anything that wasn’t Shoot.

The other man sipped his tea in silence for a little while. “I suppose… But just being near you is enough for me.”

[cryptipurple]

hotei/kikkawa au where the complex reunion brought them back together (climbs into a trashcan and rolls off into the sunset)

I'VE BEEN WAITING TO GET TO THIS BUT I COULDNT LET MYSELF GO OUT OF ORDER (POUNDS ON CHEST) HERE I AM, COMPLEX SHIPPING CLAN, HERE WE STAND, SHIP THE BAND

Hotei smiled that irritating smile at him from across the table. "What?" Kouji asked, before pausing to take a good gulp of beer. The taller man laughed, shaking his head.

"It's nothing, really. I was just thinking about the way you look at me now compared to...then." There were lots of "then"s Hotei could have been talking about--there was before Complex was a thing, there was during the strange honeymoon-like trip they took together, there was the first fight, the second... "Before the reunion show, when we were practicing, you know."

Kouji rolled his eyes. Of course it was different, then. They hadn't spoken in a decade or so, and the last time they talked wasn't on great terms. They met randomly in a dog park, where the lanky guitarist sprung the Complex reunion idea on him out of nowhere. Hotei was always happy to see him, happy they were making music together, happy he could bother him. At least that's what Kouji thought he wanted to do.

At first, he was so defensive... How could he let his guard down around Hotei again after what had happened? The tension in the room was too much to bear. Hotei didn't seem to notice it, though, and slung an arm around him, leaning over the empty chair Kikkawa deliberately placed between them like it wasn't even there.

By the end of the concert, Kouji was having trouble pretending to hate the guitarist anymore. He had kept up the facade on stage because of his pride, but as soon as the cameras stopped rolling and they started celebrating... That was when it all came back to him. Hotei's persistence in the face of Kouji's pouts had won him over.

And he wished it hadn't right now, as the older man snickered at him from across the table. "You really think I'm an annoying, overgrown, adult brat, don't you?"

Kouji barely widened his eyes, eyebrows twitching upwards. "Whatever gave you that idea, sweetheart?" They were far too old to be acting like this, hair long since turned grey, but whenever they were together, the memories came rushing back. He just hoped he wasn't as much of a tool as his 22-year-old self had been.

[cryptipurple]

tonio/okuyasu - blind date au

Okuyasu was nervous about his first date. He didn't want to tell anyone about it, because he didn't want anyone to know... it was embarrassing that he had to turn to the internet to get a date.

He knew it was stupid not to tell anyone but he figured he was safe--he had his stand, it was daytime, and they were meeting at a public place. He would high tail it out of there if they guy seemed creepy. With all of these worries going through his head, he barely noticed when another man walked up to him.

"Okuyasu? What are you doing here?" His italian accent was unmistakable, but it still startled him.

"T-Tonio! I'm, uh, waiting... for someone," He admitted, to shocked to come up with a creative lie.

"Oh, is that so... I'm waiting for someone too." Tonio smiled his warm smile and Okuyasu felt immediately less nervous. It was a bit strange to see the chef out of his whites, but he looked very handsome as usual. Okuyasu blushed, thinking about how Tonio was the reason Okuyasu realized he was into guys--there was Josuke, sure, but that was different--and the reason why he had looked for slightly older men willing to date him.

"U-uh, are you going on a date?" Okuyasu asked, fidgeting slightly.

"Yes, I'm going on a blind date... It was set up online," Tonio said. Okuyasu started to feel more nervous, how was Tonio doing the same thing as him? "I'm supposed to ask them their favourite ice cream flavour. That's our code to know it's us."

"Really?! I can't believe it, me too!" The young man was too excited to hide that he had been doing the same thing. Surely if Tonio was doing it, his date could be a lovely person too! "They had a really weird gelato as their favourite, I'm sure I wouldn't forget it."

"My date likes raspberry chocolate chip... I can't say I've tried that flavour." Tonio laughed softly.

"No way!! That's my favourite," Okuyasu couldn't believe someone else in Morioh had the same taste as his. "My dates' was... jyan.... jyandoo..."

"Gianduia?" Tonio's smile widened. "Okuyasu, could it be..."

Okuyasu wasn't the smartest, but as Tonio's smile widened he realized what was happening. He couldn't speak--how could he be so lucky? Just 10 minutes earlier he was worrying about being murdered!--but he mimed his realization.

"Well, then, Okuyasu... shall we?" Tonio gestured for them to move on to their date, still laughing slightly. Okuyasu took his arm shyly, but gave the older man a wide grin... this internet dating stuff was pretty great after all!

[cryptipurple]

Josuke/Okuyasu male model AU (i'm watching Zoolander)

As Josuke preened his hair obsessively in the mirror, Okuyasu nervously applied lip balm for the 8th time. "I don't know why you worry so much about your hair," Okuyasu said quietly, "it always looks good... and you look so handsome anyway! You'd get all the contracts even if your hair was a mess."

Josuke turned to him with a smile. "I don't care about that, I just want to look perfect for my cute boyfriend." He leaned in for a kiss just as their agent walked in.

"You two know you can share lip balm from the tube, right?" Rohan remarked, clicking his tongue disapprovingly.