Hi guys it's been so long! After the national exams (yep yep i passed the Philippine Nursing Licensure Exam, im a nurse now whaddya sayyyy) and the moving (i'm not in Philippines now too, i'm actually in Vietnam/Cambodia/Thailand but mostly Cambodia now, sobs coz my dad travels around those three countries and i have vip passes for free ride kkk) I finally got enough free time to write something! But i've been rusty so im trying to write drabbles to sync myself back to writ

Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Line A fan fiction based on Pablo Neruda's poem of the same title.   It was first a Super Junior fanfiction challenge with ahnseunghee, but the fic was dropped when she backed out of the challenge so I figured ther

  Jongin and Kyungsoo are together but Kyungsoo's trust issues are getting in the way of their relationship. Kim Jongin never had to prove himself to anyone, but he feels like he needs to prove himself over and over again just to hear three damn words from his own boyfriend. One year into their not-so-but-still-real-relationship, Jongin tries to come up with ways on how to make his boyfriend fall in love with him.    

The once noisy house of vampires with at least fifteen people shouting across the hall, is now functioning with the head of the coven, one dhampir, one fledgling, and an orphan. Baekhyun suddenly decided that he wants to be a good sire, just like Ryeowook. And he's going to do everything right. Just that he wasn't prepared for the abilities he hadn't known of as they slowly started

A compilation of the Heechul/Ryeowook one-shots i've written throughout the years.   (i may or maybe not transferring my fics from LJ here at AFF.)  

  Ryeowook decided to stop living and end his sufferings. The moment he's supposed to stop breathing, a hand held his and a certain voice brought his life back to where it should be. 5 years from now will he be able to recognize that same voice, will he be able to take his pace just before everything falls back into place?

  Kyuhyun lowered his head down to look at the porch steps he used to admire, not quite fitting in this small town he once lived in. Back to the days when everything was simple, when everything seems to go the way he wanted them to, back to the days when he was still young and his biggest problem was the little boy who suddenly appeared at the playground