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I laughed like a drain at this, thank you. 

Kageyama Develops Lactose Intolerance

People in movies always said there were fates worse than death. Kageyama was never sure whether to believe them—until the day a doctor told him to stop drinking milk.

Denial doesn’t help. When he drinks milk against the doctor’s orders, stomach cramps force him to sit out an official match. His body is betraying him in the worst way, and there seems to be no solution.

No solution he can accept.

As Kageyama spirals into despair, there is one added point of aggravation: the fact that Hinata seems to feel sorry for him. It’s the last thing he needs—the last thing he needs, and yet, he finds himself turning to his volleyball partner as the challenging, milkless days drag on. Can love truly save all? And if it can, what will be left of Kageyama by the end of it?

{ The fic I won’t write game }

⊰ Dying butterflies ⊱

Change comes unwanted. Without notice, it sprouts its roots in your life. So minuscule it grazes past you until it’s too late; or maybe it builds into a crescendo so large it leaves you shaking.

Change is terrifying.

Gold sparkles on Yuuri’s finger as the promise of forever dawns on his mind. In the afterglow of success and the taste of champagne still fresh on this lips, reality settles like dust on forgotten medals.

I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK  ♦  { The fic I won’t write game }

Because you didn’t mention a specific ship, I hope you don’t mind if I pick my own! In this case, viktuuri.

⊰ Drowning ⊱

It sings, the scintillating reflection of the sun against an endless ocean. Of crashing waves against the nearby mountains. A hymn. A dying tune for two.

And Yuuri falls back to earth; clashes with broken wings against the surface, lungs burning as they struggle to breathe. Scorching fire in his throat, ashes falling onto his heart. His hands are shaking and frozen as they trace tired lines on pale skin. A smile carved into marble, the ocean reflected in sky blue.

A hand comes up to cover his own, uncomfortably cold, clothes sticking to his skin as a shiver runs up his spine into his neck. Viktor’s lips are tainted in blue as they struggle for words.

OMG thank you :D This summary got long but (because?) I got into it 😂

Honey I Shrunk The Kids

Asahi is the isolated eldest child of decorated space fleet admiral Azumane, living in a mansion on the perfect coastline of one of the galaxy’s most luxurious habitable planets. He attends a highly selective academy by comm device, honing his intellect with only two much younger siblings and deferential servants for company. His life is turned upside down when a wily thief sneaks into his room by accident. Noya is no ordinary thief; he’s a bad one. Especially when Asahi apologises at his outraged, “the old man said this room would be empty!” Noya can’t leave well enough alone, transforming from thief in the night to guest, bridging the gap between Asahi and his siblings with endless energy. It’s the most fun Asahi has had in his life…