nine years and few odd months is nothing compared to always

The first time Jeremy says, “I’m happy for you,” he means it. It’s during their first year of college, when Michael comes back to their dorm room early one Sunday morning still wearing the sweater and jeans he wore yesterday, dark marks dotting his neck, sheepish grin adorning his reddened face. Jeremy barks the words teasingly, begs for the more scandalous details, and high-fives Michael before they start a round of Mario Kart.


The second time he says those words, it’s nine months later, when Michael introduces him to Luke. He says the word jokingly, nudging Michael’s side with his elbow when Michael hisses that it’s casual, oh my god, it’s nothing serious, stop it!

But Michael’s repressing a smile when he says it, and Jeremy’s glad to see his best friend happy.


The third time he says the words is a long time later. After a breakup and a fling and a tumultuous short-term relationship that Jeremy could never grant his blessing to, Michael comes back from a second date with this guy he met on a dating app with a hickey and a huge grin. Jeremy’s busy working on an assignment due by midnight, so he just says the words on auto-pilot, sparing time to fist-bump Michael before he refocuses on his laptop. There’s an odd twinge in the pit of his stomach when Michael hums his way to the shower, but he ignores it in favor of cursing at his word doc.


The fourth time is senior year. Michael’s been going on and on about his crush in his Sound Editing class, and Jeremy gets a text during lunch saying that he’s scored a coffee date with the crush.

I’m happy for you, Jeremy texts back. Good luck!

Staring at his phone screen, his half-eaten sandwich forgotten on the table, Jeremy looks at the excited all caps texts from Michael and realizes that he doesn’t mean the words at all.


The fifth time hurts.

Michael is waving goodbye to Alex, his eyes soft with affection and mouth red from kissing that Jeremy pretended not to be bothered by. He turns to Jeremy with his cheeks tinted pink and Jeremy’s heart plummets at the look on his face.

“I think I love him,” Michael says.

Even though his heart breaks at the words, Jeremy doesn’t let his voice crack when he says, “I’m happy for you.”


The fifth time is nothing compared to the sixth.

“He asked me to marry him!” Michael shrieks, eyes bright, smelling of cinnamon and an unfamiliar cologne as he hugs Jeremy tight. Jeremy clutches Michael’s shirt and hugs him back, eyes watering as he swallows a sob.

“I’m happy for you,” he chokes out. It’s a lie. He’s been lying for a long time, now.


The seventh time is the product of a hundred practice runs, of hours spent repeating the same line over and over at a mirror. The words have sanded his heart down to dust until there’s nothing left but an aching empty cavity in Jeremy’s chest.

“I’m happy for you,” he lies to Michael, who’s fidgeting with his tie and his tuxedo jacket. In a few minutes, Michael will walk down the aisle, and Jeremy will stand by him as his best man.

“God, I’m so fucking nervous,” Michael says, laughing.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Jeremy says, dragging Michael’s hands away from his necktie before he ruins the perfect windsor knot.

Michael sighs, then looks at Jeremy with a small smile. “Hey man, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jeremy says, and he means it. He’ll always mean it. It’s the only part of him that’s not a lie, these days.

You Again Part 6

Originally posted by ggukbun

pairing: jungkook x reader x jimin

genre: fluff/angst + college au

word count: 1912

part one two three four five six seven eight nine ten 

You had come to a definite resolution and nothing could convince you otherwise. As you felt yourself slowly falling for Jungkook, you only became more and more aware of the fact that if you didn’t stop yourself soon, you were headed on a straight path to heartbreak. The idea of that by itself was deterring enough for you to come to the decision that you were going to avoid Jeon Jungkook starting from today.

[Today 4.02 AM] Jungkook:
y/n, our lovely neighbour is at it agn
wanna go down to play mario kart together?

[Today 4:03 AM] You:
sorry, gotta cram for a psych exam tmr
rain check?

[Today 4.05 AM] Jungkook:
sure next time I guess
not sure how you’re gonna study with all the noise our neighbour’s making
i’m sure you’ll figure it out tho atb for your exam!

Odd. This had never happened before and Jungkook had been half expecting you to come over to his room to meet him after getting the text which was what usually happened since you two always walked to the lounge together, he even left the door to his room unlocked so you could just walk right in. Today, however, had been an exception. Maybe it was just a bad day for him.

Jungkook looked at the two blue ticks again as he couldn’t help but feel a little too disappointed about the fact that you were too busy studying because had been waiting an entire two weeks until your neighbour got laid just so he had an excuse to spend time with you. The two weeks had felt like years to him as he was feeling one part doubtful and two parts anxious as he finally gathered enough courage to confess to you. The gaming sessions that you and him had together - which completely depended on the frequency of your neighbour’s sex life - was the only time that you two spent together alone and although Jimin was his best friend, he sometimes wished he had you all to himself without Jimin around all the time. It was selfish, but when it came to you he just couldn’t help it.

Of course you didn’t have an exam to cram for but it was the first excuse that came to your mind and Operation: Avoid Jeon Jungkook was still under way, at least until you had settled your feelings and gotten over him because you were absolute on the fact that Jungkook did not like you. Not in the way you wanted him to at least. In any case, this was probably just an infatuation so you figured it wouldn’t take that long until you got over him. Boy, were you wrong - both about him and yourself.

A sheen of sweat covered Jungkook’s forehead as he felt his loose shirt clinging onto his back. Being someone that was strangely particular about cleanliness, he absolutely hated the feeling of sweat trickling down his back but with the endorphins still coursing through his body from the dance practice that just ended, he couldn’t care less about the how uncomfortable he felt.

Still panting, Jungkook sat down on the floor and leaned against the mirrored surface of the wall causing fog to form in the shape of his silhouette. He picked up a water bottle from the corner of the room and gulped as though he hadn’t drunk water for days.

“Jimin hyung I’m gonna go grab lunch, you coming?”

“Yeah sure, let’s go” Jimin swiftly replied as they turned off the lights and locked the door to the dance studio.

“How was your psych exam by the way? I’ve seen Y/N studying for the subject before, seems tough.” Jungkook asked as the pair of them made their way to the cafeteria.

“What psych exam, we don’t even have one until two weeks later?”

Wait a minute, what? Jungkook slowly let the new-found information sink into his brain. That meant you had been lying the night before when you said you were busy. Why couldn’t you have just told him that you didn’t want to hang out together? You had seemed perfectly normal before, maybe she was just tired. He found himself trying to make up an excuse to justify your actions so that he could convince himself that everything was fine.

The thing was - things were definitely not fine. Anytime you saw him after that, you avoided him like the plague and you would always have different reasons to avoid hanging out alone with him. Even the lunch sessions that you had with him and Jimin, which were previously filled with laughter and jokes, had turned into sessions filled with forced conversations. Did he do something wrong? If he did, he didn’t know. Also, it wasn’t that you were just extremely busy because he knew that you and Jimin were still hanging out together. Just yesterday, he had seen Jimin walking out of your room and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the fact that you and Jimin were still seemingly getting along better than you and him.

Jungkook began to compare himself with Jimin and he knew he shouldn’t have but he just hated the fact that you basically chose his best friend over him. Further on added by the fact that you only knew Jimin for a short 6 months, which if you calculated properly was 1 out of 36 times the number of months that you and Jungkook knew each other, not that he was counting - and that didn’t even include the 9 months that you were in the womb.

Finals, you decide, are the bane of your existence. It was the last week of exams before the holidays, otherwise known by students as ‘hell week’. It doesn’t get its name for nothing - your body was literally begging you to just get some sleep from the crazy amount of hours you put into studying in the past few days, but there just wasn’t enough hours in the day. You had a love-hate relationship with finals week. On one hand, it was the time where you had to do lots of last minute cramming of the ridiculous amount of information you had to memorise, being a psychology major and all. But it also meant that after this week you would be completely stress-free. After this week ended, you were going to make sure that you could sleep for as long as you wanted and that meant that you were probably going to go into what you liked to call your ‘coma mode’. You can do this Y/N, one more week, just one more week…

“Y/N, you gotta rest.” It frustrated Jimin seeing how you were damaging your body just for the sake of good grades. You probably had not slept for about 40 hours by now and you could feel your heart straining itself just to keep you awake.

Heart palpitations were something that troubled you ever since you were in high school. You had always been the type to sleep really late at night and a total of 3 hours of sleep every day just wasn’t enough. It didn’t really affect you in the first few years that you developed this unhealthy habit but later on it had taken a serious toll on your body and you were stuck in a vicious cycle. It wasn’t as though one night of sleep would have made a difference at this rate, you reasoned. “I can’t Jimin. If I don’t study for the finals tomorrow, I’m going to fail and my GPA just barely passes the minimum requirement, I have to do this.”

The subject you were studying for was one of the few that the two of you did not take together but he knew that you had extremely high expectations of yourself for every class. It wasn’t as though your parents expected you to become super successful or anything but being the only child of your family, you had always felt the overwhelming voice in the back of your head telling you, you have to make them proud.

Seeing as how determined you were, he figured that no amount of persuasion was going to change your mind because he knew how stubborn you could be at times. So instead, he decided that since he could not convince you to rest, he would check up on you and bring you snacks to fill your stomach or at least help lift your mood. Other than this, he did not know what else he could do.

“You’re an angel, you know that? What would I do without you?” you exclaimed as you bit into one of the soft, gooey chocolate chip cookies that Jimin had brought.

“I know” he chuckled.

“Hey, I’m gonna go back to my dorm, it’s kinda late and for god’s sake Y/N get some rest after this okay.” Jimin got up from the seat opposite yours and you replied with an “hmm, okay” which meant that you heard what he said but he knew you probably weren’t going to rest anytime soon. He glanced at the time on his phone. 12.03. He was worried sick about you but he didn’t show it, or you just didn’t notice.

It was 3am and you were still in the library trying to process and memorise all the information into your brain. You let out a long sigh. If only studying was as easy as two clicks of ctrl c and ctrl v. You felt your fatigue creep up on you as you strained to keep your eyes open. Your brain had decided to stop functioning and you finally gathered your things to go back to your room. At this rate, at least you could get a few hours of rest before your 9am class the next morning. However, your dorm was halfway across the campus and you were definitely not looking forward to trudging back in the freezing weather. Getting to lie on your memory foam mattress after the gruelling hours spent studying was the only motivation that kept your feet moving.

After finally arriving at your dorm, you hand instinctively reached into your wallet to retrieve your student ID. Just when you thought you would finally be able to swipe yourself into the welcoming warmth of the building, life seemed to be mocking you because it evidently had other plans. No, no, no, please no. It can’t be. You had forgotten to bring your student ID. You internally cursed yourself for forgetting something so important. as dread rippled through your body at the thought of having to wait outside the building until someone showed up. Just great.

It felt like you had been standing outside your dorm for hours hoping to see someone walking by. It could only have been minutes but time felt interminable as you began to stare at the sky as though you were willing dawn to quickly arrive and with it someone, anyone, who would help you open the door. You stood helplessly and even resorted to walking in circles in an attempt to get some warmth in your body because the cold really did feel ruthless. You were unsure how much time had actually passed but someone finally walked out of the dorm.

You just never expected that someone to be the person that you had been trying your best to avoid this entire week.

author’s note: ahh kinda angsty chapter but I hope you guys liked it nonetheless! thank you so much for reading <3

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[this started as a bullet fic then transformed into a normal fic so some parts are a bit odd]

You were new to the area, your great aunt had died and having no children, she left you her house in her will. It was quite a large house, and a lot better than the little dingy apartment you lived in, so you couldn’t help but accept it and move in. You were a writer, you already had three books published under your name, quite popular teen fantasy romance novels at that. Who knew that teenage girls loved stereotypical vampire and human love stories with a side of fairy, vampire, and human love triangle; you did, and you easily cashed in on that stereotypical market. After your third book, you hit a standstill, unable to write and finding nothing but writer’s block every time you tried to write. Maybe that was why you said yes to move here, a change of venue, a new place and new ideas may come of it.

The neighbors were sweet, a kind little old lady on your right, a sweet elderly couple across the road; yet, there was one neighbor you had yet to meet, the one on the left of your house. All anyone knew of him, was that he was a shut in, he occasionally had an assistant come by with food and stuff, but he never went outside himself.  A recluse according to sweet little old Joyce, who brought you over some of her famous homemade chocolate chip cookies, a twenty time award winner at the local county fair, a county fair she was now banned from participating in from winning so many times. Joyce had told you about how she had been living in this town almost eighty-one years, and she had only seen the recluse once in all those years, and that was sixty-three years ago, when he first moved in. “He was maybe about nineteen, twenty, around the age you are now, when he moved in. No one really knows him, all we know is his surname, Kim.” Joyce told you.

You had yet to meet him, you even heard rumors that he might not even live in the house any longer, that it might be vacant and the assistant was the one fully taking care of it; yet, you didn’t know what to believe. Well, you met his assistant, or whoever that guy was once, and he told you it was nothing you needed to worry about, whatever that means. All you wanted to do was greet your neighbor, yet apparently the only person he sees is his assistant, or whoever.

Yet, you put that out of your mind, and finally began to write again, you starting and finishing the fourth and last book of your fantasy series, nothing could compare to the feeling as you wrote the last lines: ‘Natalia found herself unable to care, four years of trials and triumphs, just for Benjamin to leave her for Tyler at the first moment’s notice. Relaxing back against the couch, Amethyst’s arm laying on her shoulders as Amethyst kissed her cheek, before she opened the ice cream she bought just hours before, she thought to herself; ‘who needed him anyways, as long as I have Amethyst, everything will always work out perfectly’. And as she had thought, everything did work out just perfectly.’ Maybe it was the new location, yet everything seemed to be doing that for you too, working out just perfectly.

Honestly, everything was working out a little too perfectly; usually writing a book would take upwards of three or four months, this time it only took two weeks, which had left you with a lot of down time, before you needed to start working on your next one. You felt like one of those retired seniors, trying out different things until you found something you liked. Crocheting wasn’t for you, neither was quilting, or sewing. Painting wasn’t any good, you hated running, and you just sucked at photography. Writing was your only outlet, yet it was your job, you didn’t want it to be your hobby also. That’s when it hit you, while you were cleaning out some old boxes of your great aunt’s, you found it, a box of seeds. Gardening, that’s what you would do, it couldn’t be that hard right. As cliche as it may sound, you quickly found out, you had green thumb. You managed to bring back the dying rose garden, in addition to get the other flowers you planted to start growing.  You had finally found your thing, and it was gardening. That’s how you found yourself at the neighbors house, the old man’s dying and literally dead garden saddened you, so you decided to do something about it.

Unknown to you, he watched you, every day you worked in your garden, and now every day you worked in his. He still didn’t bother to introduce himself to you, finding no need to, thinking you’ll just leave before long like most young people in the neighborhood do.  It started with a note, he left a note on the window he knew you always worked under, while in his garden. It just said a simple, “Thank you.” It shocked you when you saw it, the handwriting was somewhat regal, could writing be regal, since you seriously felt it was. You simply replied with a, “You’re welcome.” and that is what started it.

Before long the daily note was something you were looking forward too, not just helping an elderly man care for the garden he had neglected, but the kind little notes thanking you for what you are doing, telling you what the plants are, and the sweet little notes about how nice it was to have a neighbor that cared for once. For some reason he felt like more of a friend, than a father or grandfather figure, which most would expect seeing how many assumed him to be quite up there in the years. The sweet little old man wasn’t a sweet little old man as she thought, he was actually quite a strapping young man to be honest.

It alarmed her when the notes stopped coming, the assistant hadn’t been by in a few weeks, and her last note she received was nine days ago, he had collected her note but hadn’t put another one out on the window like he usually did. That persuaded her to enter his house, the front door was locked of course, yet luckily the back door wasn’t. You feared he had fallen and couldn’t get back up, if so then he needed to get life alert. Entering his house, the first thing that hit her was it didn’t look like a stereotypical old person’s house does, it was modern, honestly more up-to-date than your house is.  You couldn’t hear a single sound through the whole house, maybe there wasn’t anyone here, maybe he had left. Yet, you stayed, looking around. “Mr. Kim!”, you yelled out, thinking it might help something.

You were startled, hearing a groan coming from another room, rushing towards it, thinking that you may have been right, that the old recluse neighbor had fallen and couldn’t get back up. The groaning got worse as you neared the hallway, that lead to the bedroom, and before you knew it you were standing in the doorway of his bedroom. Opening the door you saw him, not the frail old man you thought lived here, a man maybe your age, badly badly sick and horribly pale. You couldn’t help but rush forward in shock, looking at him, wanting to help but not knowing how. “What happened?” You asked him, only to hear more groaning in response. He tried to push you away, you didn’t understand why, why he would push away someone that was trying to help him.

He couldn’t stand it, the scent of her blood coursing through her veins was almost enough to make him snap; yet, he controlled himself, knowing if he did succumb to his desires, she would no longer be here.

She stood up, as he pushed her away, thinking he may need his assistant, luckily his phone was sitting on the desk across the room. To say his assistant was shocked when he heard your voice, was an understatement, the poor man started freaking out, telling you to leave and go your house and stay there, that it wasn’t safe for you here, which you found odd. You didn’t want to leave the sick man, but after his assistant assured you he was on his way, you finally left returning to your house. The whole situation worried you, badly, he was sick and yet instead of letting you help him, he pushed you away. His assistant weirdly freaked out when you called him, starting to tell you to leave and don’t look back. You stared out your window, on the second floor, peeping between the curtains trying not to be seen. You watched as the assistant rushed from his car into the house, carrying bags of red, that looked like blood bags. That’s when it all hit you, he must have a medical condition, he needs transfusions and they wanted you to leave so you wouldn’t catch anything, if it was contagious.

You resumed your schedule as usual, gardening both your gardens, just this time the notes resumed. He thanked you, and your notes grew from that. He wasn’t the homebound elderly man you had thought he was, he was a homebound young man that you honestly thought was quite attractive from the few times you had seen him. As you grew closer, the notes stopped, instead him standing at the window to talk to you as you gardened. He told you something about being allergic to sunlight, and how he’d love to work his own garden if he could, in addition to his name, Donghan.

The face to face meetings started to fade, notes returning instead, and then before long they stopped once more. It prompted you to investigate again, as you had before. At least, by now you had grown close enough he had trusted you with his assistant’s phone number, which you called before going over to see what had happened. “Donghan?” You called out, upon entering the house, thinking maybe he was sick like he was before again. Unknown to you, he was sick, just not the sick you thought.  Looking around, you found yourself unable to find him, checking all the rooms that were unlocked, you still found no one. “Donghan?” You called out one last time, thinking maybe you should just leave.

As you turned to leave, you saw a figure standing in the doorway of one of the locked rooms you couldn’t get into. Gasping, you wanted to rush forward to help him, but found yourself unable to. “Do you always make it a habit to break into your neighbor’s houses?” Donghan asked, as he lurked towards you, something in the darkness of his eyes should have scared you, but you didn’t feel scared at all. You didn’t even realize you had been backing up until your back hit the wall, and then his hand hit the wall by your head, as he leaned down to look at you. Something was enticing you to kiss him, yet, you couldn’t move.

His mouth was by your neck, his breath warm against your neck as he intertwined his other hand with your hair, pushing your head to the side giving him more access of your neck. His lips were only inches from your throat, then centimeters, and then right on your neck. “I could easily drain you right here and right now.” He murmured just before you felt something sharp grazing your neck. “No one would ever know.” He continued, grazing your neck with his fangs. You stopped breathing, scared for once since meeting him, vampires weren’t real and this couldn’t be happening, was all you could think.

Standing completely still, you felt his lips moving against your neck, as he spoke again. “You smell so good.” He muttered, inhaling the sweet scent of your blood, tempting himself more with each sniff. The primitive part of him wanting to do it already, drain you of your oh so sickly sweet smelling blood, but the refined part was telling him to back off, he was lucky he had managed to keep the two sorta under control. They stood in that position for almost five minutes, his fangs grazing her neck, but not enough to cut it, as he was torn between sinking his teeth into your neck or letting you go, before his assistant stormed in carrying bags.

The assistant couldn’t push Donghan away from you fast enough, and then shoving you towards the door, trying to get you out of the house. As soon as Donghan was away from you, you ran, leaving the house and going into yours. You suddenly regretted coming to check on him, but with that things fell into place, the blood red bags, the allergy to sunlight, and why he seemed to be your age despite the ther neighbors saying he moved in decades ago. It was shocking, the things you had written in your books, vampires hundreds of years old living off blood, it was all real.

You avoided his house for days, ignoring his garden afraid of what might happen if you did go over there. What if the unable to be in the sun thing was just a lie, what if he said it so he wouldn’t attack you or something, what if everything he said was a lie just to get another victim. Yet, one thing kept coming back to your mind, why didn’t he. He could have easily, easily, killed you but he didn’t. Something kept him from doing it, and what exactly kept him from doing it was something you wanted to find out. As he said, he could have easily killed you and drained your blood, but he didn’t.

It was a week before you were back in the garden, fixing your garden and his. It was another week before the notes returned, at first they were all different forms of apologies, then they changed to more serious things. He was sorry for scaring you, he really liked your company, and he was afraid you were afraid of him. You knew you should be afraid of him, you knew you should want to avoid him and never come back around here again; yet, you couldn’t.

He wanted to tell you to leave, leave and never ever come back, but he couldn’t find it in himself to do that. He was selfish, wanting you around, knowing at any second he could snap and you’d be dead. You were the reason he started doing it anyways, depriving himself of human blood, drinking from animals and sparsely at that. Who knows why he thought that was a good idea, he honestly didn’t even know how he thought that was a good idea. The idea that if he stopped drinking human blood it would cause him to no longer need it was ridiculous, if anything he should have known it would just put you in more danger. You were so kind and forgiving, he didn’t deserve someone like you, in his over three hundred years on this earth he had never met someone that made him feel the way he does.

It was a few more weeks of just receiving notes before you had had enough, deciding if he wasn’t going to come to the window to talk almost, you would just go into his house and see him. You knew he didn’t lock his back door, everyone thought a scary recluse lived there, so why would he need to lock it. Walking in, not much looked different from the last time you had been in his house, it was just as clean as always, which wasn’t that surprising. “Donghan?” You called out, hoping this wouldn’t be a repeat of last time.

He was alarmed, when he heard someone calling out his name, it was you. He had wanted to see you so many times, but feared you’d run, he feared you’d leave. You knew enough to put together the pieces, you knew what he was, and if you didn’t, then he’d honestly be surprised. He watched from the doorway of his study, watching as you looked around, luckily he hadn’t been depriving himself or this would have ended horribly. “Why are you here?” He asked, as he kept his eyes on you. He wanted nothing more than to pounce, to put his lips on our neck or to put his lips on your lips, he wasn’t sure, he wanted both, but he also didn’t want to scare you off again.

Seeing him, you couldn’t help but storm your way over to him, looking up at him. “Why are you avoiding me, I’m not afraid of you, you could at least acknowledge me or something.” You said, speaking quickly as you walked towards him, not noticing how he backed up as you did. His back hit the wall and there you stood in front of him, looking up at him, wanting an answer. “You’re a vampire, so what, I don’t care.” You said, just wanting him to answer you.

“I could so easily kill you, I could snap and you’d be dead in a minute, and that doesn’t scare you?” Donghan started, as his hand rose, touching your cheek gently. “I’m not always so in control, I could hurt you badly, I’d never forgive myself if I did.” He said, letting his hand drop, before he used it to easily flip the both of you. Hovering over you as he pushed your back against the wall, he looked into your eyes, before baring his fangs. “I could easily, easily, kill you. Does that not scare you?”

Shaking your head, as you brought your hand up, placing it against his cheek. “I don’t care, I know you wouldn’t do it deliberately.” You told him, watching as he still stared at you with his fangs bared, trying to scare you off, but it wasn’t working one bit. “You don’t scare me, I’ve gotten to know you these months, and if you thought baring your fangs and growling at me in that deep sexy voice would scare me off, you are horribly wrong.” Was what you said to him, before your hand moved and your thumb just hovered over one of his bared fang, not making contact but close enough you could if you wanted.

He was startled by how you seemed to disregard his worries, like they were nothing, which that’s what they were to you, nothing major. As his fangs sunk back into his gums, he looked at you, still confused at how nonchalant you were about this, like it wasn’t a life or death situation. “I don’t think you know what you are getting into, you don’t understand this all, it’s not as black and white as you think.” He said, sighing as you shook your head at him.

“I understand perfectly fine what I am getting myself into, I’m not some child being lured in by something I don’t know. I know what is luring me in, and I don’t want to stop it.” You told him, before moving your arm that was resting at your side, to behind his neck. You tried to pull him down, and then tried to raise yourself enough to kiss him, however, you were far too short and his refusal to move didn’t help any. It was enough to irritate you, and his laughter when he noticed you were struggling didn’t lessen your irritation.

A pout began to form on your lips, just moments before you felt his face even closer to yours than before.. “I’m dangerous.” Donghan whispered, his lips hovering yours as he spoke. “And I don’t care.” You whispered back to him, before raising up to claim his lips, your hands tightening around his neck as his founds your waist, picking you up so he didn’t have to lean down as much.

He had thought that something bad would come of the two of you, yet nothing had. He had started feeding properly instead of starving himself, and you had new inspiration. Writing had never been so easy for you, especially when you had someone in your ear telling you when you misspelled words or didn’t write a proper sentence. His lips were against your neck as he looked over your shoulder, reading what you had written. “Don’t forget the male lead is a sexy vampire with a six pack, and hips that move so fluidly they should be illegal.” Donghan said, giving you his input on what you were writing. Smirking you typed a boring vampire with a one pack that can’t dance, as Donghan pouted against your neck. “That’s not what I said.” He complained, before starting to kiss your neck repeatedly, his fangs grazing against the spot on you neck where he drank from earlier that day, before his lips were back at work attempting to give you a hickey. As you leaned back, letting him wrap his arms around you, all you could think of was how this would make a perfect book, yet, no one would believe it was based on a real life event.




come back to me. always.

Imperfect Harmony

A while back, I was sent a prompt that was along the lines of  ‘a Polyjuice potion goes wrong and Ron and Harry are stuck in each other’s bodies’. I am an idiot who mistakenly deleted it, but this is my response to it, so if that was you, please let me know and I will give you proper credit! [ffnet]

“You’re late today, tough day in the office? I’ve got some dinner on the go, but I’ve not been back long myself so it won’t be ready for—Harry? What’s wrong? Where’s Ron?” Hermione had been busy stirring something in a saucepan, humming along to the radio in her work robes and fluffy slippers when he’d walked through the door, but as soon as she’d turned away from the stove, she’d instantly become as alert as any Auror in the midst of a dangerous mission.

“Plenty, and right here,” Harry sighed.

“What?” Hermione snapped. “This is no time to play games! Where’s Ron? Is he injured? In St. Mungo’s? What’s going on?!”

“Sweetheart, please,” Harry said, holding up his hands to stop the tirade of questions. Hermione frowned. Harry had called her many things over the years, but never that. “Ron’s fine. I should know. I am Ron.”

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It Has Been A Year

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I am writing to you because as of July 10th I will have had this blog for a year. An entire year. Twelve months. 366 days(since it was a leap year) and so many hours and minutes and seconds that I cherish with every part of me. I have been scrambling over what to do for weeks, and I have nothing cool to give you guys except a million thanks and this post dedicated to all of my mutuals that not only brighten my dashboard, but my life everyday. 

Before that I want to share the journey this past year has been and specifically thank a few people who have gotten me to this point: @abbyfabulousity, @therealprincessv, and @hobitastic were all admins on this blog at some point, they’ve put up with my crazy deadlines and workaholicness, they’ve forced me to sleep whenever I was trying to write at two in the morning, helped me through problems, given me advice and smiles and I’m happy to say I have a best friend in each of them that I know I can trust if I need anything. The many blogs mentioned below have had an impact on me and I’ve left messages for each of you below the cut. Much love and happy one year. It’s been the best one yet. 

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