They say if you go and put your ear to the Heart of the World for long enough youll hear the name of your soulmate whispered out in its heartbeat. But Yoongi fell asleep on that thing almost every ni...

Life after the apocalypse had become rather normal--even with the super powers, mutant alligators and decreased population. But what Jackson had never expected was how hard it would be to choose betw...

Taekwoon is so ready for summer to end and his boyfriend to come home from Scout camp. Two months is far too long to survive on only a short saturday phone call.  ForewordA shout of to my years worki...

The worst part of any good moment is having to say goodbye.  ForewordI had a terrible haircut experiance today and needed to focus on something other than my weird anxieties so I wrote a TaecWoo drab...

Saturday Mornings at Hakyeon and Taekwoons new house with thier new family are busy.  ForewordMore mindless Neo fluff, because I am a sucker for Neo with babies. ...

WooYoung has a habit of stealing his boyfriends shirts. ForewordInspired by WooYoungs perpetually baggy dance practice video shirts. ...

Jiyong, the Co-owner of Flour Boy Bakery, has ninety-nine problems: Seunghyuns perfectionist streak, the way Seungri flirts with every customer, Youngbaes peculiar habit of driving the delivery truck...

WooYoung is pretty sure he has the worlds most embarrassing boyfriend.  ForewordIm not even sure where to begin with this. I got into a Oneshot/drabble prompt war with a dear friend on tumblr and thi...

Yoongi is the last of his childhood friends to go on the Winterling Elf trek to the Temple of Winter. Things get weird and dont quite go as planned.  ForewordSo WhiteTigress and I got into another fi...

Hakyeon thought that he’d seen everything beautiful the world had to offer, fortunately he was wrong ForewordI’ve been kicking around the idea of an urban fantasy AU and this kind of spawned from tha...

Taekwoon is woken in the middle of the night by a violent rainstorm wondering why his boyfriend isnt home from his late shift yet. ForewordSometimes I write random fluff in the middle of the night be...