#yes i know drabbles are shorter but i also dont care

[queertftgs]

Van Life - Writing Drabble

1,146 words, set post vol 4.

I want to write more of this, but in case I don't I'm gonna post this opening here now.

Jack, Rosa, and Jerry hit the road but before they do, they have to eat dinner.

When Jack, Rosa, and Jerry left, they didn’t have much of a plan on where to go, or what to do. They brought just enough clothes to get by and not a whole lot more, depending on what all Jerry had hidden around the van that Jack didn’t know about.

The back seats had been folded down and a bed had been placed there instead. Jerry, however, wanted to make it home. There was a curtain between the front seats and the bed area (by Rosa’s request) and fairy lights draped along the edges of the back area and it always smelled faintly (or not so faintly) of weed.

The car doors opened and slammed closed, jolting Jack awake from where he had dozed off. “Hey Jack,” Jerry called from the passenger seat, “Catch!” If Jack hadn’t of moved, the bag of food Jerry was tossing would of landed on his lap without him having to do anything. But Jerry had not done that and Jack flailed in half asleep panic, knocking the bag of food out of its intended trajectory and onto the ground.

The bus was quiet for a second while Jack processed what had just happened. Everything was fine, and he had just embarrassed himself. “Oh, whoops,” He muttered. Jerry paused mid way on his path to the bed and picked up the bag. The top had been folded and nothing had fallen out, luckily. “Thanks.”

“Sorry ‘bout that, bro,”Jerry said sheepishly. He was smiling, though. Jack blinked sleepily as Jerry flopped on the bed next to him. He opened the bag his bag of food, and Jack absentmindedly realized he should do the same. The picture of the girl with red hair on the side of the bag reminded him of Sabine and Jack remembered what they had done not long prior.

Jerry watched his face while he brought a burger up to his mouth. “You good?” he asked, before taking a bite. “Penny for your thoughts?”

He thought for a moment. And then another. Jerry waited patiently, chewing and staring expectingly. “I’m good,” He said, finally. It didn’t feel like a lie. “Thinkin’ about the funeral,” he said, unwrapping a burger of his own. The funeral had been a few weeks prior. It had been delayed quite a bit because of everything that happened, but much like now they had loaded up the van and hit the road. Had gone to New York. It’s what inspired this whole thing, really.

Jack looked up to the front seat, where Rosa was slurping on a strawberry milkshake and eating french fries. She hadn’t seemed to notice, or at least she pretended she didn’t. She was turning through radio stations. It was still all country songs, which was how Jack still knew they weren’t too far away from his home town. “I put your CDs in the glove box,” Jack said to her.

She looked up. “Oh! I was worried I forgot them, thank you Jack,” she leaned over to the other seat and opened the glove box and pulled out her thick CD book. Jack watched as she flipped through her CDs for a second, but then turned back to Jerry. He had pulled out Jack’s laptop, but looked back up when Jack turned back to him, most of his burger ate and currently in his mouth.

“Hmm mrm mmm fmmmmg?” Jerry said. It might of been a question?

“I didn’t catch any of that,” Jack said, taking another bite himself. He peaked into his bag of food and eyed his french fries. They probably got him coffee somewhere, too.

Jerry hummed and started aggressively chewing what he had left in his mouth. It made Jack smile fondly. Jerry had his drink with him, and took a big gulp to wash everything down before saying, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I need a nap,” Jack said, taking another bite and thought about how to answer while he chewed. “I don’t know. Neutral? I think I’m neutral for once,” This was something his therapist had been working on with him, making him aware of his emotions and how he was feeling. And not, yknow, repressing it and bottling it up.

Jerry hummed, his mouth full again. Rosa had picked out a CD and was playing it now. It was something pop, an artist he was unfamiliar with. “I once tried to get signed to her producer,” Jerry said after he had swallowed. “Back in uni,” he said, and laughed softly.

Rosa squealed in excitement, “Oh my god! I didn’t know you did music!” She paused for a second, “formally, anyway,” Anyone that had been around Jerry more than a couple of hours would know Jerry liked to sing, especially when he got bored. Which was a lot.

“Oh I assure you, I’m never formal,” Jerry laughed, “It was in uni, I was in a cappella groups. Tried to see if I could get on a bigger stage, but, yknow,” He had fries now and a sauce cup balanced on one knee.

“I was in choir in middle school, but I never really got into it,” Rosa said, dipping one of her french fries into her milkshake. “I dropped it the following semester.”

Jack had absolutely nothing to add to this conversation, and sat awkwardly not knowing what to say. Between everything that was going on the first decade of his life, Jack had quite frankly been lucky to graduate and didn’t have much time for extra classes outside of making sure that happened.

He looked around and saw the clock on the dashboard said it was just after 7 o’clock, PM. Below that, in the cup holder, was Jack’s coffee. Yum. He scooted to the edge of the bed and leaned forward to grab it. Rosa caught on and met him there, handing him his still hot coffee.

“Oh yeah, here’s your coffee, Jack, I completely forgot,” Rosa said, interrupting the conversation between Jerry and Rosa were having about the ins and outs of singing, jargon going way over Jack’s head.

“Thanks,” he said,, Ahh, the smell of cheap fast food coffee. Not quite on the level of gas station coffee, but close. He took a sip and everything felt right in the world. Or rather, everything felt right in their little van. The world was too big for Jack to feel right about the state of that. He drank is coffee and ate his fries and basked in the moment, listening to Rosa and Jerry chatter back and forth passionately.

Jack didn’t remember when he dozed off, or where his coffee went, but his head fell on Jerry’s lap before long. Rosa and Jerry paused, smiling at him. Jerry gently pulled his coffee from Jack’s hands and passed it to Rosa. Snores already filled the Van. It felt good to see him relax and rest.

[looonnamoon]

Mmperson asked me to do smth smth

@miraculousloli-star

Hey there!! Can you pls write a story Bakugou x reader where he is a pro hero and reader is a teacher in a high school. They are married ofc 😛 Basically no one in her class know that she is married and they are you know trying to find out who she is and when they do they are in utter shock

Yes I will do this bc this is too cute for me to pass up lol

Also I’m so sorry that this took so long, I’ve been trying to get some motivation to write again and also ideas lmao but I hope you enjoy this!

[Tis going to be a lot shorter than a story, more of an drabble but I hope you like it!!]

WARNING: use of fem! Pronouns, VERY ooc Bakugou, VERY soft bakugou

Hope you enjoy sweets!

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[For context, Bakugous marriage, more specifically his wife has been a mystery for a long time, nobody really knew who his wife was and it's been a topic of controversy for a few months now :3]

♡ it had become routine at this point after the effect of the pandemic; get up, load up the computer, and teach a class of black screens. It was dreadful, but it didn't make you love your job any less. Especially when those black screens are quite the talkative bunch. Your students, thankfully, were very conversational and always responded to your comments and questions, which made this much more easier to handle than you thought.

You turned on your computer and got into zoom, fixing up everything and preparing the lesson you were going to present today.

Everything became robotic as you see the small screens pop up in the main room, recognizing familiar names and greeting all of them. You then got to work, teaching the class the lesson in full, still in your robotic state of mind.

What you didn't expect was that your comfortable but somewhat bland routine was going to be interrupted; while you were speaking to the class about a specific topic.

Bakugou had a day off today, so he was in the living room, relaxing on the couch and switching through channels while listening to your heavenly voice teach the next generation with grace.

He was bored to be frank, and turned off the TV, having a somewhat bad idea in his mind.

Was he going to interupt the class just to snuggle and kiss you for a bit? Yes.

Was he going to surprise these kids and eventually everyone else of his marriage with you? Yes.

But did he care? No, because right now, he's going to kiss the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the final peice to his puzzle, you get the point.

And so, he crawled into your office, creaking the door open ever so slowly to minimize the sound of him coming in and with his ultra ninja skillz

"Hey."

"Uhwh-HUH-wh-WHAT- KATSUKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???"

"Mmmkissing you." And that he did, leaning towards you and giving you a fat kiss on your lips, ignoring the gasps and screams of the children on your screen and your now beet red face.

You were Katsuki Bakugou's, a.k.a. #3 pro hero Dynamights wife?

"ARE YOU SERIOUS???" "OH MY GOD" "MOOOOMMM MY TEACHER IS DYNAMIGHTS WIFEE" "HOLY SHIT" "WHAT THE FUCK" "WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US SOONEERRRR"

And so, he left just as quietly as he came, giving a small smile and a wave to both you and the kids, leaving you, still shocked, red faced, and now mind blank as you try to now deal with this little shitstorm he made with your class.

But, after regaining your thoughts, you sunk into your chair, smiling softly to yourself

I should've expected this. It's Bakugou-dont-give-a-fuck-Katsuki, alright.

[uwu-shinsou]

First,,,, CONGRATS ON 500 BB!! YOU DESERVED IT!! And uhhh if it's not much a bother can I request Shinsou Hitoshi with 6 and 13 (if it's alright! If youre not comfortable with doing it you can do whatever youre comfortable with, I care abt your well being more than the fic that Im requesting) and I dont really uh care if its hc or a drabble or smth cuz im inlove with anything and everything that you make! Again congrats! Have a nice day :))

Title: Whatever You Say

Prompt: Accidental Text, Hate-to-Love

Warning(s): Mild language

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi X Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: Drabble, working through feelings

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: THANK YOU ISSA!! 🥺💖I’m so glad you requested!! Bc I’m trying to keep these shorter like “drabbles” I had a hard time doing like,, full on hate to love so this is more like resentment to friends with implications of hidden feelings?? AHAHA but uhhh yeah, I hope you all enjoy 🥺and in case you missed it, my last year of college has started, so I will be updating less frequently, but I will still be around and writing and vibing!🤗

500 Event Masterlist

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Oh shit.

You flew down the hall, bursting into Kaminari’s bedroom without knocking. The blonde sat up quickly at your intrusion, but relaxed slightly upon seeing it was you.

“What’s up speed racer?” He joked, folding his legs up to make room for you on the bed. You walked up to the side of the bed, dropping your knees on the edge and falling forward face-down onto the covers.

“I messed up, Denki,” You groaned, rolling over onto your back and staring at the ceiling. “I sent a text to Shinsou-”

He let out a little snort. “Now that’s unusual.”

“Yeah,” You agreed. “Because it was a text that was not meant for him.” 

“It couldn’t have been that bad, right?” He asked, now a little nervous. You couldn’t blame him. You and Kaminari had clicked instantly at the beginning of your first year at U.A., and now you’d pretty much consider him your best friend, and you his. But come the end of first year, with the trial and following announcement that Shinsou Hitoshi, general ed student, would be transfering into the hero course- and more specifically- your class, Kaminari Denki had seemed to collect himself yet another best friend. 

And you had made your first rival.

You hadn’t wanted to. But when you had first heard about Shinsou’s quirk, people couldn’t help but compare it to yours. As long as you maintained skin to skin contact, you could command another person to do anything that you wanted. Paired with your athletic background (which started when you were young, at the insistence of your parents that it’d “prepare you for hero training”) you were clearly the superior “mind control” student. You didn’t understand why another one was needed in the hero course. Wasn’t he just fine being in the general course?

But of course he had to join class 2A, become Aizawa’s favorite, and start to steal the attention of your best friend.

But Kaminari was his own person, and he made his own choices about when he hung out with the two of you. It really wasn’t fair to put him in the middle of your mess of feelings. And even though he was Shinsou’s friend, you knew he would keep your secrets.

You turned onto your side to look at him. “Here just- read this.” You shoved your phone at him. He took it in his hand, his face contorting into a grimace as he read your mistake once, twice, three times.

“...Why the hell did you send him this?” You slapped your hands against your face in embarrassment and despair. He mockingly cleared his throat. “‘Can you believe purple hair beat me in today’s exercise? Why does he have to basically have my quirk? If he wasn’t so hot I’d be really pissed.’” Kaminari let out a whistle. “Wow, now there is a lot to unpack here, hun.”

You winced. “Yeah, that text was supposed to go to Mina, but I mean- fucking hell, I don’t know?” You ran your hands over your face. “I guess I somehow just clicked the wrong contact and instead it went to him! And it’s even worse that he hasn’t responded about it yet.” You’d never outright said to Shinsou that you disliked him, but you had to assume he knew, and felt the same way about you.

“I didn’t know you thought he was hot,” Kaminari said, wiggling his eyebrows. You launched a pillow at him that he ducked. 

“C’mon, anyone with a brain can see that he’s attractive,” You muttered. “It’s the same as Todoroki, or maybe Bakugou if you took away some of the attitude.”

He let out a sigh. “Yeah you’re right.” After a moment of silence he pressed your phone back into your hand. “Anyways, I think the best approach would be to sort it out face to face. Texting can make things too muddled sometimes.”

“Since when did you have so much wisdom?” 

He nudged you with a knee. “Hey, there’s a reason you came running to me.”

“I suppose you’re right.” It’ll probably be really awkward and not fun, but you should try to explain yourself in person.

Which is how you found yourself on the outskirts of the woods by the dorm buildings watching Shinsou workout, your presence still unnoticed as his back was turned to you. Kaminari had directed you here, knowing that his friend often trained here on his own. 

Suddenly he relaxed his stance, speaking without turning around. “What, you got more to say to me than what was in that text?”

You gritted your teeth at his words. What is up with his attitude!? “Yeah, well maybe I do.” You crossed your arms, shifting most of your weight onto one foot.

Shinsou glanced over his shoulder. “Sucks for you, I’m busy.” He reached down to the ground and slung his towel over his shoulder. “Since my quirk is clearly inferior to yours, I need to keep training.” You winced slightly at his words.

“Hey, I never said it like that-”

“Yeah, well you didn’t have to.” He sighed before turning to face you fully. “Look, I get it, you feel like I’m trying to take your spot here at U.A. Well just- don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll stay out of your way.”

As he began walking away, you found yourself stepping after him. “Shinsou, it’s not fair to phrase it that way.”

He stopped and turned to face you once more. “What do you know about ‘not fair’?” Shinsou took a step closer to you. “‘Not fair’ is getting into the general class, only to see someone just like me being praised for their power in the hero course. ‘Not fair’ is working as hard as I can to make my dreams come true, only to find out that I still have to compete against you. ‘Not fair’ is wanting to so desperately hate you for it all, but I can’t. Not when I see your strength, your power, your drive and ambition, and I can’t help but admire it. Admire you.” He let out a soft snort of mock amusement to himself. “I do kind of hate you for that, though.”

You stood there in silence. What do I even say to that? Shinsou watched you warily, waiting for a reaction.

“I don’t hate you, not really,” You said slowly. As good a place to start as any. “Resented you, yes, but hate is a strong word.” As you continued talking, your mouth let more and more words spill out, words you didn’t even know you had wanted to say. “And yeah, I was worried that you’d ‘take my spot’ or whatever, but I think that was the competitive nature of this school getting to me. They support friendly competition between students, but maybe I took that too much to heart.” You toed at the ground, slowly looking up to meet his eyes. “I was worried about you joining our class because I think you have amazing control over your quirk and you’re really talented. You really do have the potential to be an incredible hero. And I think… I’d like it better if we were friends, instead of pitting ourselves against each other.”

As you waited for Shinsou’s response, you started to get antsy. Why do I care so much about what he’s going to say?

Finally he answered. “Alright. Friends is a good place to start.” He held his hand out to you, as if to shake on it. Hesitatingly you reached out, your fingers firmly grasping his. He tightened his grip. “Should we also acknowledge that you said I was hot in your text?”

His words brought on a wave of nerves, and you yanked your hand back as if it were on fire. “That- That was a typo!” He began walking back towards the dorms with you hurrying to catch up to him.

As you matched his stride, he huffed out a laugh and sent you a knowing smile. “Sure, whatever you say.”

[starrysupercell]

Hello! If you aren’t busy, could you do a drabble with Colonel Ruffs and Squeak? In a sort of “father & son” relationship?

You had to go and do it. You had to make me think about Squeak and make me end up actually liking him! (Yeah, I disliked him, but I kept it to myself for the most part.) For real though, thanks for that!

I started writing the piece, but because I've had so many ideas of Starr Force in my mind already, (I love Space so fricking much you have no idea--) I'm making it into ... a full story. (Yeah I know. I'm weak. I even made an original Trio at the back of my mind because I'm so wrapped up in Brawl Stars---) At least, this is a slightly shorter one than what I have planned for the WWAU and MUCH shorter than Take Your Shots. So I hope you don't mind the wait on the """"drabble,"""" Anon.

Meanwhile, I'm going to post a lot of Starr Force headcanons here, with Ruffs and Squeak as the focus. May the Fourth be with you! :3

Ruffs is a very, very proud and no-nonsense individual. He doesn't take well to being disrespected, belittled or mocked in any way.

With that said, he acts a little odd at times because of the canine instincts he has. He's well aware about how cultural differences affecting how people see him- so he cuts a little slack on them. (But some are downright insulting to him- trying to touch him, calling him Doggo or trying to treat him like a pet is a BIG no, for starters. Respect his rank.)

His "Doggy Treats" are actually MREs. His chew toys are the equivalent of weights he idly works out with. His bite is super strong as a result, but he doesn't use it much since it's "so uncivilized."

I dont know about you but Ruffs being the runt of his litter sounds adorable. Either that or just one of the middle pups.

Squeak is an alien that's just mixed in with dog drool. I still haven't quite figured out what type of alien he could be. Spirit type with posession, or as some people the gc I'm in suggested, a type of alien that grows with the substance built around it. And it happened to be doggy drool.

Squeak can't talk. The squeaks aren't actually a language, just noises. He also doesn't understand what's going on. He's a literal baby... like, for his species in general.

He follows Ruffs around because he's the first one he saw when he obtained the body. Ruffs is super unhappy because on top of everything he has to deal with, there's this oddball trying to copy him now. What's he supposed to do? Take care of him? There are way more important things in the universe! Like saving people! Regathering his troops, and taking down the Dark Lord! He doesn't know about him at all?? Does he need to eat? Attention? Sleep? Where did he even come from? Oh, darn Ruffs gradually starts to find out what's harmful and helpful and so now that he knows, he just has to be responsible for the kid. Sigh. The rough life of a single father.

After finding out more about Squeak, Ruffs naturally becomes more protective of him. (That's HIS puppy.) The defensive attitude he had about being "mocked" by Squeak melts away. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Now Squeak is free to mimic him all he wants. He's learned a lot of military actions, terms and moves. He quickly learned to understand more, but still cannot speak.

Ruffs calls him Private and provided him the hat and sashes. He's an 'Honorary Member' of Starr Force. Yes, there was a ceremony.

The ball Squeak keeps with him is likely the toy he came from. The pins/badges he has, he made himself.

If you ever call Ruffs soft for this or any other reason, all you'll see is teeth.

Just like how I imagine Darryl fell in love with the Sea at first sight, D4R-RY1 fell in love with Space. He would give anything to watch the Stars pass by forever.

One more. I listened to Space Ox's voicelines bc I didn't know he had different lines until recently, and he brings up bugs a lot. So headcanon, Space Ox has Entomophobia. Also he's a whiny baby in general, pass it on. ❤

The rest of the Starr Force Crew will be omitted for story purposes ;3

[mistymark]

the one with the anniversary.

part of the one year anniversary drabble project // mark lee x reader // 1.5k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which mark forgets your anniversary, but its okay because so do you

warnings; angst, profanity, pure devastation

requested; yes :) - @shizziebo said “Could you please write a scenario with 21. For mark???”

notes; another request done ??? // also pls dont hate me for the angst I realised like 80% of the prompts are angsty as fuck // prompt is; “we aren’t even in the same book, let alone on the same page.”

You couldn't believe how shit it felt to realise your boyfriend had forgotten about your three year anniversary. But you also couldn’t believe that it felt so much worse to realise you’d forgotten about it as well. 

It was after work, you’d come home late because you were working on a project overtime with your team. It was 11pm and you walked in the door, your apartment having been untouched since the morning, as was expected. Mark still wasn’t home yet, probably out studying at the library or hanging out with his friends, and you felt kind of relieved to have silence for a little bit, feeling almost at peace after a hectic day at work. 

That was until you walked to grab a cold drink from the fridge, the (mostly unused) calendar on the fridge only having mark’s dentist appointment and another key date on it; your anniversary. Surprised, you double checked the date on your phone. Sure enough, it was your two year anniversary with your boyfriend, and you had totally forgotten. 

Pulling out your phone, you sent him a quick text, “what time are you going to be home?” 

He responded almost instantly “ill be home in the morning, Johnnys pissed and I wanna make sure he gets home okay. that alright?” 

You tell him that of course it’s okay for him to take care of Johnny. However, there’s a sinking feeling in your chest as you realise that neither of you had remembered. 

Last year, you'd both been excited to celebrate your first anniversary, organising your celebratory dinner and planning it weeks in advance. You’d sent each other texts jokingly warning the other about what would happen if they forgot, but, of course, neither of you did. You’d talked about it on your dates, asking each other the dumbest questions like “do you think the anniversary date will be better just because it’s important?” and “does this mean were married now?”. 

As you thought about it, you realised something else, too. Truth be told, you hadn't been on a date with mark in over a month. You both were happy to say you were busy and just postpone it - a movie you'd both wanted to see you ended up seeing with a friend the day before the screenings closed. Mark watched it with his friends at Johnny’s place a few weeks later. 

You hadn't thought that maybe you'd been drifting apart until now, when the change in your relationship that had occurred in just a year was so evident. You sat at the kitchen counter at almost midnight, your head in your hands as you tried to think of the last time you'd done anything normal couples would do with Mark, frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks when you couldn’t think of anything, only realising for the first time that the fact that you loved him so much was no longer enough to sustain a relationship with him.

Mark didn’t remember your anniversary until he managed to get Johnny into his bed, a hefty task for someone much shorter than Johnny. Still drunk, Johnny mumbled, “I’m sorry you’re spending your anniversary with me and not with your girlfriend.” 

Mark spun around in the doorway, “What?” 

“It’s May 4th right? Star Wars day. That’s your anniversary isn't it? I remember you told me last year. You’re both huge nerds so it’s fitting,” Johnny drunkenly laughed, his face contorting in pain as he rolled over, his head spinning. “You can take the couch if you like. I need to sleep.” 

Mark nodded as he closed the door softly. He sat on Johnn’ys couch at almost midnight and pulled his phone out, staring at your text, asking when he was going to be home. 

He typed out a few messages before deleting them all, dropping his phone to the floor and lying back against the couch. His arm rested across his face as he tried to drift to sleep, the thoughts running through his head preventing sleep from taking him until much later.

When he got home the next day, you had already left, and despite living with you for almost a year, it took mark way too long to figure out where you'd be. He debated on whether to surprise you with something, but decided against it when he realised he would just be doing it because he felt obliged. He sent you a text, “can we talk?”

You received the text as you were exiting the bathroom, and quickly responded, “yeah. ill be home in about two hours. you?”

His response was simple, void of emotion, “okay.”

You knew you needed to talk to him, but you still dreaded the conversation. You knew you loved him. So so so much. You also knew it wasnt enough.

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“Did you know our anniversary was yesterday?” You ask Mark, placing your things on the kitchen counter. Your tone isn’t harsh or accusing, but the question still makes him wince.

“Yeah,” he said, he briefly looks up to look you in the eye. “Johnny told me.”

“Johnny told you?” You furrow your eyebrows. Fancy the only person who remembers being your boyfriend’s best friend. “At least he remembered.”

“You didn’t, right?” Mark’s suddenly worried you hadn’t forgotten.

“No,” you sigh. You’re standing at opposite ends of the kitchen, staring at each other, “I didn’t.”

“That’s kind of concerning, isn’t it?” He tries to smile a little, but you can tell it’s forced.

You nod your head, biting your lip in thought, looking at your feet.

“I feel like-,” he starts.

“We’re drifting apart,” you finish for him, and his eyes meet yours in understanding.

There’s silence for a moment, “I really love you, y/n.”

You chuckle sadly, and at his words you can feel tears prickling your eyes.

“It’s just not working out. For either of us.”

You nod in agreement, and your silence makes him want to cross the distance between you and embrace you, hold you tight against him and tell you it’s going to be okay, that you’ll get through it.

He doesn’t. “I love you, too, Mark,” a single tear slides down your face, and you see Mark glance up at the ceiling, clenching his jaw to stop any tears from falling from his own eyes. “I think we should call it.”

His eyes snap to yours. He’d been predicting this - planning this, even - but it still hurt to hear you say those words.

“I think we should break up,” you nod to yourself, as if to further persuade yourself of your own decision.

He hums in agreement. “I wish we could work this out. Us, I mean,” he says, his voice small. He looks around your shared apartment, the small habitat in which you’d coexisted. 

The kitchen bench that he’d breakfast at every morning, always sitting in the seat on the right because you always sat in the left, even on the morning you weren’t there to eat with him. The couch you used to watch movies on together, cuddled up together under a blanket on a couch that could barely fit you both. He couldn’t even remembered the last time you'd watched a movie together. The calendar on the fridge, looking dejectedly empty, a stark contrast to the months previous, covered in fun outings and dates that you’d planned together.

“I think,” you start. Suddenly, you don’t know how to phrase your thoughts. “I think the fact that neither of us seemed concerned until our anniversary proves that we need to do this. That we can be happy without each other.” You give him a sad look when you see him clench his eyes shut briefly, whispering, “We’re just not on the same page, you know.”

On the other side of the kitchen, Mark sniffs, blinking rapidly, refusing to let himself cry; not when you were right. “We’re not even in the same book; let alone on the same page.” He pauses, in lost in thought for a moment. “I’ll stay at Johnny’s for a bit,” he states decisively, but there’s a slight choked up feeling in his voice as he attempts to swallow the lump in his throat. “I’ll grab a few things for the week. We can sort out the apartment contract next month.”

You nod. Silence settles over you both as you think to yourselves.

Suddenly, Mark is closing the distance between you two, his arms wrapping over your shoulders to pull you against his chest, “I’ll miss you.” You can hear how choked up he is, “So fucking much.”

Finally letting the tears fall in quick succession, you let out a shaky breath as you bury your face in chest, fingers clutching at his sweater, knowing it’ll probably be the last time you’re able to touch him like this.

[youremarvelous]

I dont think it's in your prompt list, but if you're willing to give it a go-- Yuuri coming home from out of town, finding their house in a flurry of crayons and colored paper, with Victor and their daughter asleep in the bedroom.

Sure, honey! I love writing parental victuuri. I hope you enjoy it!

“Okay—” Yuuri stops outside the TSA line, turns to face Viktor—“so pick-up is at 1—”

“But leave early in case of traffic.”

“And—”

“And bring her a snack to eat because she always gets cranky if she falls asleep on the car ride home before having one.”

Yuuri’s opens his mouth, then closes it again with a slight nod, exhales audibly. “You’ve got it covered.”

“I’ve got it covered,” Viktor smiles, stroking Yuuri’s cheek with his thumb.

“Right,” Yuuri flushes. He sneaks his arms under Viktor’s blush pink sport coat, hugs him so tight he can feel Viktor’s heartbeat fluttering against his cheek. “I’ll miss your coffee.”

Viktor pets the back of Yuuri’s head. “They’ll have coffee at the hotel, dove.”

“Mm,” Yuuri hums. “It’s not the same. Maybe I shouldn’t go.”

“Hey—” Viktor crooks a finger under Yuuri’s chin, tilts his head up so their eyes meet—“it’s just two days. You’ll nail your photoshoot, have a nice, uninterrupted night of sleep, enjoy some subpar coffee—”

Yuuri snorts.

—“and you’ll be home with me and Anechka before you know it.”

“I won’t be able to sleep without your snoring.”

Viktor presses his lips to Yuuri’s forehead, the side of his nose, pauses over his mouth—“I trust you’ll manage—” before kissing him there.

Yuuri isn’t so sure, but he lets his arguments fall away for the moment, singed from his brain by the heat of Viktor’s lips satin-soft against his, the taste of Viktor’s favorite peppered cinnamon black tea on his tongue.

He waves Viktor one last goodbye from the other side of security, manages not to cry until he’s long out of view, safely locked in a bathroom stall near his gate. The truth is no amount of planning could ever adequately prepare him for the inevitable anxiety surge of his first weekend spent away from his daughter.

“It’s not that I don’t trust him,” Yuuri had whisper-cried to his Mom weeks earlier. He was home alone, crammed in the corner of the pantry between boxes of noodles and long-expired baby formula out of an ingrained impulse to hide the truth, even if only from himself. “But some nights he snores louder than the baby cries.”

For her part, Hiroko listened patiently, offering hums of understanding, the occasional, “I’m sure Vicchan knows Anna-chan can’t use the blender on her own,” over any real concrete advice. She knows as well as Yuuri, the only way for him to get over his fear of leaving Anna is to force himself to do it and prove to the hair-trigger, threat-seeking anxiety klaxons in his brain that nothing bad will happen because of it.

All the reason in the world doesn’t stop him from huddling over his laptop as soon as he makes it to the hotel room after the flight, torn between the blissful refuge of not knowing and his heart-rending terror of it.

“Yurik!” Viktor finally answers after Yuuri’s third time calling. Yuuri had already typed 1-1-2 on his phone after the second. He quickly clears it with trembling fingers. “How was your flight, my heart?”

“Fine.” Yuuri tries to scan the background, for the first time in the history of his crush, cursing Viktor’s perfect genetics for the breadth of his muscular shoulders. “Um, so…where’s Anna-chan?” He asks, totally shattering any poorly-constructed illusion of nonchalance.

“Hmm?” Viktor purses his lips. He looks adorably cute—forehead pleated, eyes unbearably blue in the laptop light. Yuuri would appreciate it more if his heart wasn’t pushing its way into his throat. “It’s naptime.”

Which, yeah, Yuuri does a quick time conversion in his head. It is. He’s an idiot.

“Oh, right. That’s right. Sorry.”

“Have you gone anywhere fun?”

Yuuri’s a shitty liar. He doesn’t even have to open his mouth before Viktor’s tilting his head, mouth turning down at the corners.

“Yuuri,” he scolds, stretching out the vowels.

Yuuri swallows down a comment about how nowhere is fun if Viktor and Anna aren’t there. It’s not true, anyway.

Probably.

Or at least, saying so would worry Viktor.

“I’ll go now,” Yuuri says instead. “Call me if something happens?”

“I’ll call you even when it doesn’t,” Viktor assures him. “I love you, please try to rela—enjoy yourself,” he carefully amends.

Yuuri tells him he loves him, too, that he’ll try. He slips in his earbuds after ending the call, tries to recall the choreography to his old routines while he walks around the city, eating up time before he has to leave for his sponsor meeting.

Work helps him get things off his mind a little. At least, until they politely ask about his life as a husband and father for the biographical blurb they’re including with the photoshoot. “It’s the most fulfilling accomplishment of my life,” Yuuri says, which is a true statement, if a well-practiced one.

“Does it worry you to be away for the weekend?”

Yuuri laughs, the sound of it skipping off the walls—stilted and unnaturally loud. “Not at all.”

His pocket buzzes. It’s a photo of Anna shirtless in their backyard, crouched in a mud puddle in her blue, poodle-printed wellies. The cuteness of which manages to distract the interviewer from Yuuri’s fingers drumming an aimless rhythm on his knee, his foot bouncing under the desk.

“Fed, bathed, and tickled,” Viktor reports over Facetime later that evening. “How was the meeting?”

“What? Oh, fine,” Yuuri answers distractedly. His image is blurred, distorted by the faint intermittent tremble wracking the knee on which the laptop is propped. “Did Anna go down okay?”

“Yes, dear,” Viktor smiles politely. ‘Stop fixating’ in code.

Yuuri manages to book himself an earlier flight the next morning. “So I wouldn’t have to miss your coffee,” Yuuri mentally practices himself explaining to Viktor. There’s no point saying that he couldn’t sleep in a crumbless, stainless bed, bereft of clingy dogs and even clingier husbands. Viktor will be able to ascertain as much from his lank hair, the purple bruises under each eye.

He probably expects it, anyway, and not just because Viktor himself has pulled the same move no less than five times in the three years since Anna was born. They know each other too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

When Yuuri arrives home—by taxi because he doesn’t want to wake anyone before 5 am—the house is dark and silent. A good thing, logically, but a terrifying thing to the irrational corner of his brain that insists it’s because he has yet to replace the batteries on the carbon monoxide detector since it went out last week and they’ve suffocated in their sleep.

He forgets about the potential poisoning when his head bumps something thin and fluttery in the threshold of the kitchen and living room. He backs up, squints at the obstruction through the dark before flicking on the light. A homemade “welcome home” banner emerges from the dark, rainbow letters written in Viktor’s careful script, decorated with scribbles of yellow and brown circles with legs that Yuuri knows from experience are meant to be happy suns and playful puppies.

Yuuri covers his mouth with his hand, tears stinging his eyes. He can see the paper scraps and crayons still littering the kitchen table, walks over to find a family portrait—a tall rectangle of green and a slightly shorter oval of blue, holding the hands of a purple triangle. There’s also a pink crayon with a deep, conspicuous bite mark, but Yuuri chooses to ignore it for the moment.

He wanders quietly to the bedroom, peeks in to find the centers of his world snuggled together on the bed, a tangle of limbs and dogs and stuffed animals. Yuuri shuffles to Anna’s side. He combs her tangled hair out of her face and kisses her temple, gently pushes away a dog to pull the covers up to her chin.

He makes his way to the other side of the bed next, runs his fingers through Viktor’s hair, brushes the pad of his thumb over his eyebrow until Viktor blinks up at him groggily.

“You’re home.”

Yuuri bows to kiss him. Viktor isn’t expecting it and their lips meet awkwardly—crookedly. It’s exactly perfect in that it isn’t at all. “Sorry I didn’t trust you.”           

Viktor takes Yuuri by the wrist, pulls him into the narrow space between him and their daughter. “It’s okay,” he whispers, voice sleep-rasped and low. “You just wanted to make it home for the coffee, right?”

Yuuri hides a breathy, relieved laugh into Viktor’s chest. “Something like that.”

                                     my yoi drabbles  |  kofi ♡

[spitelout]

As that makes sense, thank you for answering my questions! => Hmm this one might be a weird one but if when the gang have a run in with a new dragon who's breath has the ability to de-age anything it touches for a limited amount of time, how would Spitelout react to his son conning back a toddler again and staying that way for a few days? Espicially if his now toddler son would want/need his attention so often?

He would be unbelieving at first, then angry, it would probably take him a bit to realize Baby Snotlout doesn’t have his memory intact, hes just a baby again….Then he would fall right back into his old dad ways, making silly noises while trying to teach him how to use his bludgeon properly all over.

Because what greater pride is there in the Jorgensen family than to train the young to be just as good as their parents =3

He probably isn’t the most responsible parent, however. I mean…neither was Stoick, they both gave their children deadly weapons as their first gifts.

He was probably rougher than most people, I can see him putting Snotlout with Terrible Terrors to make them play fight and then beaming with pride over any scars the toddler might receive in the tussle.However, I can also see him reassuring the toddler as they cry that this is a good thing, that they will grow into a strong warrior and be able to tell the tale of when they beat a dragon as a baby. (In fact, I think thats where the idea of Stoick killing a dragon with his bare hands as a baby came from…exaggerated scar stories. It probably happened about the same way….with a Terrible Terror.)

Tbh, if such an event occurred, Hookfang would probably have to take over caring for the reborn Snotlout because I just dont believe Spitelout is capable of being a responsible adult with babies, he doesn’t understand how fragile they ARE compared to what they CAN BE.He, among other vikings in the tribe, were probably the type to put several babies in a ring and watch them fight.Vikings are communal - even in parenting, so its possible he often left Snotlout with anyone willing to watch him….The twins parents come to mind - which is probably why they spend so much time together as teens as well, they were raised together.However, its possible Snotllouts mother died later in his life and she raised him until he was able to walk and follow his father around. Perhaps she raised the tins as well - they do mention they’re orphans, but -shrugs- their pasts are pretty clouded in mystery too.

Unfortunately, with this in mind, the twins would probably convince Spitelout to let them watch baby Snotlout for a bit and…I think we can all guess how that would go.

Lets just hope Hookfang isn’t affected by this as well, bc that baby is going to need a guardian angel - especially a five ton angel of fangs and flame

Also , since your ask was so specific, heres a sorta drabble based around it.

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There are few things that can surprise Spitelout these days, very few, but as the small viking - no, chieftain, Hiccup, stood awkwardly before him, he found himself at a loss. Hiccup was always presenting the tribe with surprises, and now, it seemed, he was presenting a very personal one to him.

Curious, and perhaps a bit bemused by the awkward chieftains shuffling he began the conversation, “What brings the chief of Berk to my door today?”

Hiccup scratched the back of his neck as he looked between the ground and Spitelouts gaze, “Uuuuuuh,” He took a deep breath and let it out, “Spitelout…” There was something heavy on his mind and he didn’t seem to know how to get it out.

“Yes, I am he. go on, boyyo.”

“While we were out exploring the islands, we encountered a dragon we had never seen before, it was amazing, it was - - ” Hiccup never had been the best at getting to the point, but Spitelout let him ramble; the lad really liked his tales, Stoick had too….

Luckily, Astrid stepped in, ah, what a great lass, always straight to the point. “What hes trying to say is, we found a new dragon and Snotlout being Snotlout, well,…” she trailed off, biting her lip as she held out a tightly wrapped bundle towards him, a Snotlouts helm delicately placed atop it.

Spitelout felt his brow furrow as his gaze trailed down to the bundle. There was a tightness in his chest that he refused to acknowledge. Had his boy really gotten himself-

He glanced up as Snotlouts Monstrous Nightmare waddled into view, it seemed anxious, but not particularly upset. Strange, that.

He became plagued with wary curiosity.

“Hes a bit…shorter than when we left this morning,” Astrid continued at last, a light chuckle in her voice,

He took the bundle in one burly hand and gingerly unwrapped it with the other.

He looked back up at the pair, who continued to watch him warily and awkwardly at the same time, he furrowed his brows deeper, trying to decipher what sort of game or joke they were playing at. He looked to them fr answers.

“Spitelout, this- this is your son.”

Spitelout chuckled heartily,  it was just some game they were playing, strange, he always assumed they were different from the twins. “I only ave the one, boyyo, don’t think I could handle anotha.”

“No, Spitelout, that is - this is Snotlout.” Hiccup insisted. “the dragon he battled had this strange…” he struggled to find words, “venom, I guess is the best word for it, that, when inhaled, reverses the aging process and turns people back into younger versions of themselves.”

Spitelout critically searched their faces for the lie, then stared down at the child in his hands, it looked back at him with familiar grey eyes.

“Gothi says theres a cure, but we have to find all the parts.” Hiccup hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Until then, you need to take care of him…”

“Alrigh, Ill play your lil game, ” he sighed good-heartedly. He found it hard to believe such a thing could really happen, “But if ye needed  babysitta, all ye had to do was ask.”

Hiccup began to protest, but Astrid stopped him, pulling him away with one last wary glance behind her and leading him to their dragons.

Spitelout shook his head as their shadows vanished in the horizon, it seemed the pair still had a ways to go before they became parents of their own. He looked back down at the child and wiggled his fingers near their face making silly noises as he did so. The child gripped his fingers tightly, and a seed of doubt entered his mind.

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He was angry at first, pacing the room as the Monstrous Nightmare coiled itself around the child and watched him carefully he didn’t doubt that the thing would light the entire archipelago on fire just to protect Snotlout, but he wasn’t concerned by its low rumble.

“Ow could you go an be so brash!” he scolded loudly, “I ave told yew time and time again, ye cant jus rush in blind!”

“Now, Look at ye! Reduced to - to this! Well I ave news fer yew, Im not changing that diaper. Yew can change it yerself!”

The child sniffled, a cry beginning to bark from their throat.

“Oh don’t start yer cryin, Ive told ye about this before. Were Jorgensens! We don’t cry! We make other people cry!”  he tried to sound harsh, but there was a softness edging into his voice as tears streamed down the childs face.

The Monstrous Nightmare was growling now, a full fledged snarl that bared every single dagger-point fang in his head.

“Oi don’t ye start! Where were yewwhen this happened anyway?”

The dragon bulked at the accusation and simmered back into a low rumble.

Spitelout sighed as the childs screams ripped through his home. He wasn’t angry, he was frustrated, frustrated at himself.

Freya help him, he couldn’t raise a child alone.

Ignoring the dragon he plucked Snotlout from its coils and sang him the Jorgensen lullaby.

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“its just wee scratch,” he reassured his son as the toddler screeched and flailed away from the terrible Terror. “Hopefully it will scar and then yewll have a story to tell when ye get older!”

The baby sniffled unconvinced, but curious. 

“Ye can tell em you got it grappling a berserker who tried ta kidnap the prodigy of the Jorgensens!”

The baby lit up as his father articulated this cheerily with his hands.

“But no one kin take a Jorgensen from the place he calls home, no one!”

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He was happy to play father again, really he was, up until day three had passed and neither Astrid nor Hiccup had returned.

He was a busy man, incredibly busy, and also incredibly tired.

Did babies normally cry this much?

Spitelout did his best to comfort the babe, but it didnt seem Snotlout understood how great it was to be a Jorgensen, couldn’t see what a great warrior he would be one day….had been….

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There was a ruckus upstairs, a series of dragon shrieks and the smell of burning wood. There were startled screams and the screams of a woken baby.

Spitelout rushed upstairs, ax at the ready as he prepared to defend his son.

the screaming stopped when he got halfway up, the house became eerily quiet, and chill went through him followed by a burning in his gut. Whatever was up there better have prayed to whatever god they believed in that no harm had come to his son.

Voices reached his ears, soft but with an annoying edge to it, the twins.

“Hes so cute now that he cant hit us~” Tuffnut purred as he let the small Snotlout play with his braids.

“Yea, and now that he cant talk!” Ruffnut laughed.

“Oh, hey, Spitey” Tuffnut noted blankly, unapologetic in the damage they had caused. “Mind if we take Snotlout out for a midnight flight?”

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Edit: Annnnnd sorry but I ran out of juice here. -shrugs loudly- Its 1 am, I spent too much time on this as is. X3

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[vonseal]

what im weak for this week

so it’s been two weeks AND I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT!!! next week, i probably won’t actually deliver anything either, as next week is when school starts back up and i need to prep for that!

for now tho, pls enjoy this! its long. 

edit halfway through: ITS VERY LONG. READER BEWARE.

clumsy touch by sarangway

i like fake boyfriends. i really like fake boyfriends. it’s a cliche that i am proud to embrace (tho, tbh, i embrace all the cliches). and who better to write socky fake boyfriend than @revetoile!!! it’s a nice, quick oneshot that i was so happy to read! <3

his ray of sunshine by SummerSnowflake

yet another really short drabble, but OH MY GOSH if it isnt just the cutest fluff you’ll probably ever read in your entire life! i loved reading it, and even if it’s short, it really made my heart all fluttery and warm!

sugar and fluff and all that good stuff by jimblejams

whats not to love about this fic??? it’s got the holy trinity of ships, binu and myungjin and socky, all wrapped up in one deliciously sweet oneshot that i’ve read at least three times since it’s been released. @jakganim came into the fanfic community with a bang, and i hope they never ever ever leave <3

where soil lies, a new beginning blooms by parkjinwoes

i’ve probably already recommended this fic before, but im going to do it again because it is the true love of my life! it’s based off of witchcraft, and i’m honestly still so so happy that @vocalpmh decided to write this for me! the myungjin is adorable, and minhyuk’s deadpan delivery is golden! thank you once again!!!

to kiss a rock by jinwoosmile

i, too, stand by the belief that myungjun would be the best kisser, bc have you seen those lips. this fic, tho, is really really fun. i like the creative ways in which minhyuk has kissed every member, and i like the CUTE SOCKY I LOVE CUTE SOCKY. @jinwoosmile blesses us with her fanfics. (go send her love and encouragement to get through these coming school days!)

im a mom by heybinnie

BOY IF YOU CANT SEE THIS HAPPENING THO. it was such cute fluff!!! i always love the creative ways in which @heybinnie writes; it leaves me melting into a pile of goo and happiness. this one’s a little shorter and features moonbin as the title character and it’s worth every single second of reading.

not an ikea story by Maye_C

@maye-c has always been able to capture myungjun’s dorkiness, childness, and yet maturity (sexiness, too, hOLLA) in her fics and this one just swung right into my heart very very very very quickly. it’s adorable and funny (I LAUGH SO MUCH) and every single bit as perfect as all of mayec’s other works, i love her and her writing!

ferris wheels series by aloharoha

i think i’ve recommended the first one in this series; if not, i definitely should have at this point! binu and ferris wheels and absolute precious fluff and it’s one of my favorite things??? also my sweet anon child wrote it, whom i adore, pls go love on all this writing <3

because it’s you by marojehca

did i like the myungjin at the end??? yes. i did. myungjin trash CONFIRMED. but all in all, this WAS a really fun story, and i’ve definitely been keeping up with it since it first came out. good job, sanha, good job.

take a picture (click, click) by floatingquietly

i believe the tumblr page is @floatingquietlyfic, but correct me if im wrong and just tagged someone random lol. THIS WAS REALLY CUTE! it was soft and nice and i loved reading it ;A; let jinwoo live, he has nasal inflammation 

mahogany by yehetno

@yehetno strikes again! she comes when i least expect it and when i most need it, it’s uncanny. this was really PAINFUL TO READ ACTUALLY it made my heart ache, but we have been gifted with the Happy Ending, and i couldn’t be more excited over that! great binu by a great human being!

the cat’s out of the bag by aloharoha

some more from my sweet anon! she’s such an amazing writer and im always in awe of the works! this socky was definitely no exception; i felt really giddy, and i was cheering BOTH sanha and minhyuk on the entire time. bless the cat for causing our two boys to confess ;D (when will my cats get me a cute boy)

hit me up by lee_dongminhyuk

my star anon has arrived! @lee-dongminhyuk wrote some amazing bullet fics (i’ll recommend those a little further down, getting A03 fics out of the way first!) and then this one is just SO GOOD. also it reads like an actual chat convo, with the topic at hand escaping once or twice before it’s reeled back in. also jinidiot. 

insomnia by parkjinchu

i can relate, dongmin! this is written so well and just so nice and pleasant to read??? but then again ,every single fic from @parkjinchu is my new favorite fic, i swear. it’s like god’s gift to earth lies in mary’s fics. bless u <333

the slushie disaster by Lunapie

i need to keep writing sad socky so luna can keep writing happy socky, AMIRITE, LUNA??? nah fam @moonbinpie SRSLY does have some really cute socky up in this here joint; just two teens being teens in the summer, and i loved reading a nice snapshot into their lives!

i want to keep these feelings forever by junhoonie

i like the socky we have recently. i mean, dont get me wrong, im always myungjin trash, but socky is soft and pure and i need this purity to cleanse my soul. THESE LITTLE CHAPTERS ARE THE MOST PURE OF ALL and i love love reading them <3 @donghyucklees is the incredible driving force behind these fics! 

out of the closet by jimblejams

i requested this. i am so happy i requested this bc i cried when it was published haha im weak. BUT SERIOUSLY, MYUNGJIN WEARING EACH OTHERS’ CLOTHES??? WHAT MORE DO U WANT. jordan strikes again with their amazing writing im going to die.

socky coffee shop au by @jakganim

tagging ur main blog BECAUSE I CAN AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE (but linking your fic blog so ppl can request, go go go request!). i loved this fic. i would give my life for this fic. it was perfect, from minhyuk’s infatuation to my fave part, jinwoo’s ring (keels over) and i need everyone to read this pronto.

puppy love by @jinwoostro

i love me some domestic astro adopting puppies because of sanha. also hiding puppies bc they’re weak for dogs. come on, it’s the purest premise in the world, written by lanna-kokobanna. 

bowling blues by @maye-c

i think i state every day (and multiple times in here) that im myungjin trash, but i REALLY LOVE just astro familial fics. just fics when they’re ASTRO, when they’re friends, when they’re just enjoying life together! and mayec delivers, once more, something pure and gorgeous! also bowling is hard.

college myungjin by @jakganim

i ghost-requested this. i was ghost-gifted this. tbh i was gifted this, along with the rest of the aroha community. I LOVED IT. I LOVE THIS WRITING SO MUCH AND I HOPE WHEN IM ON MY DEATHBED, JORDAN COMES AND JUST BURIES ME WITH ALL THIS WRITING

kid!myungjin bullet fic by @lee-dongminhyuk (part 2, part 3)

to be honest, i actually teared up at this one. especially part 2. gosh i loved it all but it was so rough sometimes, but it had such a nice, sweet, happy ending and i just wanted to clap and yell really loudly because i loved it so much! thank you for sharing it with me, my sweet star anon!

fashion designer binu by @astrofireworks

this was just complete perfection! it was cute and fun and short and also i am 100%$ behind the myungjin at the end. dO YOU HEAR ME, IM HERE FOR THIS SORT OF QUALITY CONTENT

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dream come true by TheOrgasmicSeke

THIS LAST CHAPTER HAD ME REELING HOLY COW MYUNGJUN GAVE HIM A HEART

stray romance by Alette

tbh if you havent heard or seen this fic, idk where you’ve been living, but there is GOOD REASON why it’s so popular, i cry

hot-line bin by peachybean

i laughed a lot. dongmin is all cool and composed to bin but he’s a literal mess to jinwoo, perfection!

full bloom by peachybean

I JUST NOW REALIZED ITS THE SAME FANFIC AUTHOR, NO WONDER BOTH FICS ARE SUCH AMAZING FICS

centaurus a by astrobinu

reading this always makes me feel like im floating around in space and clenching my teeth in excitement!

and if you ever have anything you think i need to check out, hit me up with that fic, fams. i dont even care if it’s your own. i check a03 regularly, so if it’s something posted elsewhere, pls let me know!