archiveofourown.org/works/765355...

Was told that to be an indie author, I'll basically *have* to go back on twt, and I almost threw up.

My tummy still hurts about it.

Every single time this man frees the forehead an angel gets its wings.

Gauche or not, I'll share! I commented that Lee Minho's Accidental Guide to Giving Han Jisung Everything He Wants was an absolute masterclass in tension, BECAUSE IT WAS.

I still sometimes think about that fic.

Auntie, you don't owe us responses, but it was nice to see it in my inbox today anyway!

What I Liked: This was The Slowest Burn I've ever read, which made the culmination very satisfying. This one, as you can likely tell, is angsty as hell (heh). But it's also a beautiful, captivating, unique love story that makes you see the world a little differently.

In honour of the new SKZ concept, today's rec is The Vintner's Luck by Elizabeth Knox.

Spice Level: Fade to Black

Story in a Sentence: A man and an angel fall in love in the 1800s, seeing each other only once a year.

Love it!! 😍 The style is so soft and comforting.

That's so shitty, I'm sorry. I hope an amazing new job comes along soon.

Looks so good! Please tag me if you post the finished product!

Lee Know:

**siiiiiiiiiigh**

Not again.

I will never get over him openly telling everyone that Beomgyu caught him winnie-the-pooh-ing while taking a selfie for moa.

Your adorable holiday SKZOO story was one of the first fanfics I ever read, and it LAUNCHED me into Ao3 with a vengeance. I loved it so much, I chased that high for a while.

Stats don't matter. You bring readers joy. That's what matters.

(Something I have to remember myself)

Yayy! Bienvenue au Canada! 🇨🇦

(Now please come to Toronto 😆)

We already know it's going to be good, and then the promo picture is full nips out.

Hudson. Never change.

“Fuck.” Of course it was him. Of course it was. And of course he looked amazing in his black collared shirt with his dark hair swept off his forehead. Why did he have to be so beautiful?

His eyebrows rose. “Excuse me?”

“No!” Doc threw up his hands to wave off the fact...

"...to come rescue forgetful scientists from dubious vestibules and you’re not there anymore, are you?” He shook his head at himself just as the lab door opened and Security Manager Lee stepped inside, a keycard dangling on a lanyard around his neck.

He clutched one hand to his raging chest and used the other to slowly push them back up.

“Um. Sorry for the… being a crazy person. Can I—?”

“I’ll be right there.”

“Oh, thanks. That’s nice of you. I mean, sorry for making you leave your post or whatever, I’m sure it’s not part of your job...