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[sarahreesbrennan]

Goodbye, September!

Being Barnes & Noble’s SFF Book of the Month meant getting to sign piles of books wherever I went, having LONG LIVE EVIL in windows, seeing cool displays and my fabulous poster, having a wonderful event with the lovely Rachel Gillig, seeing other books on my Evil Table - it was especially thrilling when I saw books that were inspirations for LONG LIVE EVIL (shouted out in my acknowledgments!) like Scott Lynch’s Lies of Locke Lamora, anything Leigh Bardugo, Spinning Silver and THE PRINCESS BRIDE ON MY TABLE DO YOU SEE IT.

I’m mostly a text girl on my tumblr, but it was a wonderful time. Overwhelming (I was a slug with the amnesia for a week there) but wonderful. I was really sure, after cancer and losing many professional friends and contacts and after people in publishing TOLD me I was done, that I was done. I am so grateful to see Evil being embraced, to my publisher and my readers for giving me a chance. Publishing is a strange game, and it’s early days yet. This could all fall through. Sometimes you go into strange worlds for one brief adventure and sometimes they become home. But I want to be very joyful, even if just for a moment.

(Also yes I stole a book trolley and ran around B&N Union Square. That’s not important at this time.)

LONG LIVE EVIL has been on US bestseller lists for 4 weeks.

Farewell, September. Farewell, Evil Tables. You were a hell of a birthday month. I’ll miss you. I’m happy you happened.

[coshinova]

"Favourite"

"What brings you here?" Shinichi's question is simple and short as he steps further onto the roof and sits beside KID. He has his suspicions on why the thief had randomly decided to just come onto the roof of the agency, but he wanted to see what KID would say.

"I just wanted to see my favourite detective" KID's grin is as sweet as honey, but it doesn't make Shinichi fully relax yet, and he just glances over to find the thief playing with a 5 yen coin, making it disappear and reappear with a flick of his wrist, and it's one of the few things that Shinichi just can't seem to figure out how KID does them.

“Since when was I your favourite?” Shinichi muttered after a moment, looking away from the thief, fiddling with the straps of his shoes in stead. KID hums, he's pretending to think, Shinichi knows he's just acting, but doesn't say anything about it, deciding to watch and go along with whatever the thief had in mind for now.

“Since day one. I'm loyal to my Meitanteis” KID says with a nod to himself, as if looking proud and confident at what he admitted, and it makes Shinichi scoff, moving his fingers to play with the top of his socks peeking above his shoes.

“Just how many detectives do you like?” Shinichi asks, not because he's curious or anything, he could care any less about who KID likes and hates, but he just wants to make some sort of conversation.

“Just you, Tantei-kun. This other guy I know is pretty annoying” KID answers, and Shinichi glances up and notices KID's smile, it's nice to see, it doesn't look like that grin he puts on during his heists, maybe it's genuine, but Shinichi could never be too sure, especially when it's around KID because who knows what's an illusion and what's real. “Am I your favourite thief?”

“No” Shinichi answers immediately with no hesitation, he doesn't want to give KID the reactions he wants, not in a million years.

[thatbitchmabel]

just finished reading Long Live Evil by @sarahreesbrennan and. I am now in shambles. What the fuck. So much laughter. So many tears. So many poor little meow meows I’d die for. Please read this book y’all. It’s amazing

[deepdisireslonging]

A Throne Fit for a Queen

The Reader escapes her own birthday with her lover to see what gift he’s hidden away for her. They put it to use, learning together only the beginning of its capabilities.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, sex chair, oral (female receiving), creampie, cw Food mention

Word Count: 2500

Note: Happy birthday to my writing bestie, @neversatisfiedgirl! This was going to be a quick smutty fluffy ficlet… and then I fell down a research hole. Happy reading!

It had been a well-meant gesture. Kenny had planned everything. Had been since the beginning of the year, seemingly more excited for your birthday than you or your own mother. We’re talking the venue, the cake, the pile of presents in one corner. And what felt like hundreds of your closest friends and family from across multiple wrestling companies. All gathered together for you. The extravagance awed you.

“I just completed another orbit around the sun. I’m not retiring,” you muttered under your breath. Still, a smile wasn’t far off as you watched the master of ceremonies pelt Damian with a series of streamers, hopelessly entangling his victim. You giggled behind your hand as Rhea tried to help him out.

Then warm hands slid around your middle. A lingering kiss nestled into the curve of your neck. When you hummed and leaned into the strong torso behind you, a growl answered.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“As if anyone else would dare to hold me like this.” You turned in his arms, draping your own across his shoulders to play with the short hairs at the base of his neck. “Finn, darling, what are you up to?”

He pursed his lips and looked up at the ceiling. “I can’t wish my best girl a happy birthday?”

“I suppose.” You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip. “Your best girl, huh? How many girls you got in reserve there, Cassanova?”

“Ha. Ha.” He gave your hips a squeeze. “Just one. Even if I tried to have other girls, they’d always be jealous about how much time and affection I lavish on you.”

“Good to hear.”

Finn smiled into the kiss you gave him, smirking when a few whistles and hoots tried to distract him. “Looks like this party’s in full swing. Would you like your present before Kenny pulls us back into the fray?”

You rolled your eyes. “You already gave me my presents. They were lovely. I really don’t need anything-“

“I know. But,” he bobbled his head with a sparkle in his eye, “I’ve got something else that I hope you can use year-round.”

Intriguing. All of his other presents had been wonderful. Just what you wished for. Apparently, he had been keeping a list whenever you mentioned needing or wanting something, and taking note of things you let linger through your hands while out shopping. You wondered what this one could be, and when you had wished for it. “What is it?”

“Do. You. Want. Your. Present?”

With a big sigh, you dragged out your answer, “yes.”

Off to one side, a flash of red hair darted behind Kevin Owens. A slice of cake splattered all over his face a second later. You’d have to find out later if it was Becky or Sami from one of the closer witnesses. If anyone hazarded to squeal. Finn used the distraction to his advantage. He took hold of your wrist, deftly dragging you through the crowd of laughing and partying guests, until you made the escape to a back hallway. Like a child about to get into infinite trouble, he looked both ways before crashing through a door with you.

The lighting was dim. But candles flickered all around the small space that was probably nothing more than a large closet.

“How-“

Finn cut off your question with a smoldering kiss that made your knees wobble. “Kenny asked me for tips about celebrating you, of course. Originally planned today as a surprise party-“

“Oh, dear-“

“Exactly. But I talked him out of it. And set up my own party space while he was directing everyone else.” His hands lingered up your sides, leaving tingling, hot trails in their wake. You whimpered into his mouth as his touch toyed with the flowy hem of your party dress. “Liking everything so far?”

“Mhmm.” You caught his bottom of lip between your teeth, sucking on it till he pulled himself away to bury his face in your cleavage. “So… I get to use you year-round?”

“Mhmm.”

Then you caught sight of what was in the center of the room. You had wondered if a “pinned-to-the-wall” quickie was the present. Not that it was a bad thing, but not usually Finn’s detailed style. But the centerpiece, that made a lot more sense. How in the world had he gotten that thing in here without anyone noticing?

Finn felt your breath stutter under his ministrations. He followed your gaze. “Oh, yes. That. You are always welcome to use me all year, but I figured maybe you could use and be used on something ornate enough to enthrone my Queen.”

It was a King Edward chair. You knew the one. Designed for the “playboy prince” of the Victorian era. Scholars still didn’t know all the positions that could be accomplished on it. Now that you had your own, and a willing partner to experiment with, maybe you could find out. Already your imagination was swirling with the possibilities. How Finn could take you with you spread across it. Or vise versa. Whereas the original was in white and gold with floral cushions, this one was black and silver with red cushions. The perfect private throne for a Demon King or his Queen.

But Finn wasn’t letting you move. He sank to his knees, pinning you against the door by your hips while his head disappeared under your dress. You covered your mouth as his nose pressed into the front of your sensible undergarments. He nipped your inner thigh for it.

“Everyone’s at the party. No one around to hear you.” With a chuckle, he peeked out from under the fabric. “Unless we really get into it.” From one kneecap to the next, he placed a gentle kiss on your skin. “Don’t hold back, m'aingeal. It’s your day and I want you to feel everything.”

You nodded, letting your hand drop to his hair. With the other, you held back your skirt to watch what he was doing to you. With a pleased hum, he again pressed his nose into your sex, nudging about before catching the fabric waistband with his teeth. His nails and teeth lightly scraped against your skin as he desperately worked to bare you to him. The sight of your slick made him ferocious. He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder. Then, he really began to work. Tongue and fingers. Humming and sucking. You leaned your head back against the door, panting and doing your best not to thrust into his face.

All the while, you could see the chair. A pleasurable threat. A dangerous promise.

“Getting close, féileacán?”

You were. But all you could do was moan an affirmation. Your release was approaching. Fluttering nearer with each curl of his fingers, or jolting you with a nip to your thigh.

He added another digit to the ones already stretching you out. Then, when his mouth enveloped you, you fell apart. Your fingers shakily dug into his scalp, making him groan and prolong your pleasure with the vibrations. Those vibrations told hold of your whole body. Your lungs quaked in their cage next to your frantically beating heart, aiding the spotting of your vision. Your other hand dropped your skirt, reaching above you to claw against the door. You were aware of his movements to bring you down slowly, and to bring himself back into the flickering light. But mostly you were trying to remember how to breathe.

Then he was kissing at the underside of your jaw. He smeared your skin with the essence he had just drawn from you.

“We-“ you licked your lips, “we need to go back-“

“Do you really think I was going to show you your present… and then not use it with you at least till one orgasm? Oh, leanbh,” he tugged on your waist, “we’re just getting started.”

That promise dragged a whimper from your soul.

But once you stood in front of the chair, you had to wonder: how were you supposed to… mount this thing? Tilting your head, you considered a few ways. Maybe if you climbed up on it first, you could rotate to lay on your back?

You had just leaned over it to do just that when Finn flicked up the back of your skirt and began to knead the globes of your seat.

“Forget that iced monstrosity out there,” he gave your ass a slap, “I’ve got the sweetest treat right here.”

Another few slaps helped you up, where you could turn to lay on your back. The foot rests (stirrups?) did help you keep your position instead of sliding off. But they also arched your legs *way* open. Finn’s brilliant blue eyes were enraptured by the sight. Unblinking, he ran his hands up and down your thighs. Like a moth to a flame, he drew closer until the bulge trapped in his jeans was close enough for your sex to feel the heat. He took hold of the grips standing up next to your ribs. His knuckles turned white, the only evidence how much this man was holding back from blowing his load from the view alone.

You sat up. And reached for his front button. His hands met yours there. Together, you raced to release his cock into the open. When it finally sprung free, he gave a gasp of relief. The eagerness of it, warm and stiff in your hand, made your mouth water. But leaned over you, making sure to place your hands on the grips firmly enough to tell you that you needed to hang on.

Murmuring filthy Irish curses under his breath, he toyed with you further by sliding his cock through your slick. The head bumped your clit from time to time, making you whine.

“Please. Don’t make me wait.”

“Of course not, Love. I just- hmm. I can’t get enough of you being so wet for me. So ready. Making those sounds of yours. Calling out for me like you do when you beg. But you’re right. I can’t make the birthday girl wait.”

Inch by glorious inch, he filled you. You fully leaned back into the chair, hanging onto the grips for dear life. When he was fully seated within you, and panting with the feel of you around his length, his own hands joined yours on the grips. Thankfully, he started slow. You would have flown apart instantly at that angle if he’d pounded into you immediate like he wanted to. Faintly you could hear the music of the party still going on beyond the walls. But soon, all you could focus on hearing was the slapping of Finn’s hips colliding with yours. His grunts and gasps as he speared deeper and deeper. Your own cries and jumbled words as you pleaded with him to move one way or the other. And the creaking of the chair. The faster he went, the more his hands slid down the grips until they rested over yours. That slightest contact of skin dazzled you.

“Please, please, please-“

Whatever you were begging for, Finn answered in full force. It didn’t take long, despite feeling like you’d been dangling on the edge of a precipice for an eternity, before Finn’s thrusts stuttered. He reached for your clit, thumbing over it until you were weeping his name. He watched, enraptured, as you came apart. Chest heaving. Hair plastered around your forehead. And he watched your lips murmuring like he was waiting.

Your grip on the bars faltered as he kept moving, chasing his own release. “Come on, mo rí diabhal. Fill me, possess me, like only you can-“

With a roar, he did just that. He pumped all he had to give into you. When he was finally spent, he fell over you, his head resting on your breasts.

Again, the distant drifting of the party sounds found you. And, despite the incredible desire to stay just where you were, curling your fingers into his hair, you eventually made the first move to leave. He groaned, irritated when he had to pull himself out of you. He fixed his pants, but stood in the way of your dismount. You cradled his head to your shoulder, wondering if he could still smell the post-orgasmic kiss he gave you earlier.

“We need to go back.”

“Yeah.”

“We smell like sex.” You shot him a playful frown when he seemed unperturbed. “What are going to tell people when they ask where we’ve been?”

“The truth.” He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger so you couldn’t avoid his gaze. “I had to give the birthday girl her present.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Oh? Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“And if they ask what the present was?” You gripped his wrist, but he refused to budge.

“We’ll tell them, ‘what do you think’ and leave it at that.” He quickly kissed you before letting you go. “You don’t think I’d tell them about our new toy, did you?” He helped you off the chair and back into your panties, not missing an opportunity to feel you up again. “I would never. It’s our secret. Though we’ve got to end this shindig quick. I’m not through with you.”

You rolled your eyes, starting to wonder who the present was actually for. “No?”

“Not in the slightest. And it’s portable. I’m thinking about attaching wheels to the bottom so we can move it around.”

You startled. Then grinned. “It might look a little odd… rolling this thing around the airport.” You giggled when his surprised face matched yours at what he had insinuated.

“I was thinking-“ his voice cracked. After clearing his throat he tried again, “I was thinking about moving it to different rooms in the house.” He stepped close, once again pinning you to the door so he could whisper in your ear. “Perhaps tie you down to it. Cover those pretty eyes of yours so you’re disorientated. Only able to think about what I’ll do to you.” He snickered and stepped back. “But I like the way you think. Maybe I can borrow someone’s jet sometime and really take you higher than the mile-high club. Remember that flight to Toronto?”

Your pussy threatened to gush again with the memory. “Maybe.”

A wicked gleam filled his gaze. “Then let’s finish up this party quick so I can get you home.”

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Masterlist

Wrestling Masterlist

Other Finn Fics:

Fright Club (Fluff)

The Forbidden Door (Stripper!Balor, Smut)

Dangerous (Smut) [Prince Devitt]

[sirhamburrger]

guys i know i said i would win The Event but i alr feel my resolve crumbling

[jasmine-tea-biscuits]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Time of Iron Series - Sarah Rees Brennan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Rae Parilla | Rahela Domitia/Key of the Cauldron Characters: Key of the Cauldron, Rae Parilla | Rahela Domitia Additional Tags: Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, what happens when I blast Getaway Car and lament the ending of LLE Summary:

Key had returned as the Emperor, but Rae couldn't bring herself to smile. Not when he had suffered so much after her betrayal. Not when she was going to betray him again.

**

Or what happens when Rae manages to use the Flower of Life and Death in front of Key.

[kim-ruzek]

after months, I'm finally giffing again ! chenford just gave me so much material to work with they're so intense and flirty and i love them so much

[zaundump]

I've never actually posted my old SInco fics to Tumblr I think so I thought maybe people here might like it. It can be found on AO3 too. C:

Drowning -5/28/2022

A part of him felt like he was drowning again, however. Like he was floating in those endless murky waves, the sound drowned out around him to a quiet whisper he could only just perceive if he cleared his mind. If not for Jinx, he'd give himself up to it.

As his vision faded in and out, Silco knew one thing only: he was supposed to be dead, and this was clearly some cruel joke thrust upon him by the undercity itself. Something about how he'd never be able to fix what he spent his whole life working toward and he'd be stuck living in his failure forever.

Or something like that.

He didn't give much of a shit, truthfully. He'd do it willingly too if it saved his daughter.

A part of him felt like he was drowning again, however. Like he was floating in those endless murky waves, the sound drowned out around him to a quiet whisper he could only just perceive if he cleared his mind.

If not for Jinx, he'd give himself up to it.

His breath came in short gasps, chest tight and his lungs unable to expand. His body hurt in every possible way and if he remembered correctly–he really should be dead, what with all the bullets he'd been shot with.

He tried to open his eyes but couldn't muster up the energy. Someone undid the ropes binding him to a chair, jostled him, and he cried out in pain. His ears rang and he sank into unconsciousness, only to awaken again when he hit a cold surface that jolted every wound on his body and then some. He couldn't muster a cry of pain this time; he just whimpered.

Two strong hands held him down at the shoulders. Panic rose in his chest. When he opened his eyes they were too blurry, too teary-eyed from pain to register where he was and he couldn't stop shaking.

All he could recognize was the green neon lighting like a dense cloud of smog smeared in front of him. Two indistinguishable figures hovered around him, one taller than the other, the shorter of the two gesturing wildly in his direction

"Get out," a man said.

"Yeah. No shit," said the other, a deep feminine voice he almost recognized. "I don't want to hang around this place. Just fix him or I'll come for you next."

A door slammed shut.

He expected silence and his ears merely rang. He heard muttering he couldn't decipher, metal tools sliding across the surface of the table he laid on. Tremors shook his body and he felt cold.

"I didn't expect you back in my care so soon, Silco."

Shut up, he thought.

Silco braced against the table, shakily pulled himself up, and got shoved back down onto his back by those same strong hands. His skull rattled as it collided with the surface. His vest was discarded, torn shirt quickly cut through with a pair of scissors.

He either felt pain, or numb, or both.

The man's fingers prodding his sides and chest sent waves of pain through his body. More whimpers.

"Intriguing," the man muttered.

His soft voice comforted Silco; he understood now who he'd been dropped off to, but Corin's expertise didn't exactly strike confidence in Silco. Hell, he still didn't know what he did to Jinx because the days passed so fast.

Corin's bandaged hand brushed sweaty locks of hair out of Silco's eyes. A gesture of affection the man so rarely showed. Silco reached up to touch it, but his arm fell.

"Multiple bullet wounds. Possible lung damage." Corin shuffled his tools around. "Somehow, no arteries hit and you're still conscious, which I'll fix now."

Before Silco could say anything about how weird it was to dictate this, his shoulder was grabbed and a needle jabbed into his side.

-----

A tranquilizer.

Pain meds.

A low dose of shimmer– but not too much.

Enough to stabilize Silco.

To keep him alive.

Like a trial run, a test to see if he'd given Jinx too much or if her sudden descent into madness was related to her past.

Four bullet wounds, cracked ribs, a destroyed lung even he couldn't do anything with when he'd finally gotten deeper in there to find the source of Silco's staggered breathing.

His hands and bandages were covered Silco's blood and he took great care in working on him to ensure a somewhat decent recovery.

If it had been anyone but Silco, or–gods forbid–Viktor, he'd have merely sent them away to die on the streets.

He worked on the girl due to Silco's attachment to her; he understood, deeply. The loss of his own daughter still tugged at what remained of his heart similarly to how he felt seeing Jinx and now Silco, who should have been dead, laying in shock on his table.

Their goals were not the same. Silco was snappy, sometimes temperamental, focused on leadership and economy and 'Zaun'; Singed mostly stuck to himself, buried in studies, regardless of where he made his home at the time.

So with all his research he never understood what it was that made him care.

He didn't understand how they grew into a quiet relationship. First he was approached for a job; Silco heard about him from his time at the academy, and had a clear goal in mind that matched what Singed wanted to do, so he took it.

Somewhere along the way he didn't quite realize how close they'd gotten. Deep down, he gave Silco the best he could in fixing him up, because he didn't want to lose another person.

-----

Silco's eyes opened to a low hanging ceiling in a room that smelled like an overwhelming mixture of too many scents. It stung his nose but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly each smell was, only wishing that they'd go away.

His brain was fuzzy as he tried to recall how he got there. Or where he even was. He looked at his hands, unable to register how slow they moved and how hard it was to lift them, like some invisible force was working against him.

His bound chest hurt with every breath he took. It wouldn't expand, he couldn't get a deep enough breath. His breaths came quicker and quicker as he hyperventilated and the pain was so great on his bruised and tender chest he could almost cry.

Not almost, actually. He did.

"You're awake."

Panic shocked his body, but he couldn't move.

"You won't be able to move for a few days." Corin walked into the room with something in his hands. Silco couldn't tell if it was shimmer or something else with his shaky, teary vision. The sky was, terrifyingly, the limit for this man.

"Where am I?" Silco hissed quickly, breathless. His eyes squeezed shut.

"My home."

"Why?"

"Do you not remember? I didn't give you a high dose."

Corin sat down on the edge of the cot, fussing with whatever was in his hands. Silco bent his knees and tried to lay on his side. A thin blanket laid over him.

"It's all one blurry nightmare," he muttered.

"Sevika brought you here. She didn't say from where. Four bullet wounds, cracked ribs. I removed your lung because it was too far gone."

"What!"

Silco erupted in a coughing fit. His whole body shuddered and fought against him trying to curl up; his throat felt like sandpaper that rasped with every cough, his lung rattled as he inhaled. His nerves were on fire and he groped around to grab Corin by the arm.

"You'll live. If Sevika had waited longer to bring you here, you might not have. However, I'll have to figure out what to do about it quickly otherwise the undercity air will kill you."

He continued to cough.

His head spun with pain. His vision turned black and he could hardly hear.

Corin's ice cold hand gripped his, thin fingers curling around his palm. The motion strained Silco's shoulder and a whimper escaped his lips.

"This will help. It's a pain killer I made specifically for you, but it's still going to hurt. You'll need fluids soon."

Silco was injected with something and a few minutes later the pain all but subsided into a dull throb. Corin gently pulled him back down onto his back.

"I know you're stubborn, but if you don't rest, you'll die. Decide what you want to do because I did my part."

His body screamed at him to rest–he couldn't move anyway without searing pain. He didn't know how long he was going to be there, desperately wanting his own bed instead of this dingy cot in a storage closet. Sevika might be able to move him, though she wasn't gentle, and thinking about it already made Silco's body tremble.

As his eyes closed against his will, he realized Corin still held his hand. The last Silco remembered of that day was Corin setting it down against his midsection and staying seated at the edge of the cot, swearing he'd give a more detailed explanation when he was up and about.

[ree-rosfield]

Burn and Desist: A Slow Burn but Horny Re-Writing of FF16 Where Joshua and Dion are Massive Idiots

The prince’s affection for the knight was clear as day and Joshua admonished himself for feeling hurt by it. To start with, it was ridiculous to hope that he has a chance with him after all those years without communication. It was a fleeting fantasy, the leftover affection for the boy he knew twelve years ago fueled by the information, songs, and adoration that he heard from other people. He would get over it, he comforted himself.

As the Phoenix, Joshua was used to fire coursing through his veins. He was meant to burn as the Warden of Fire, as the ruler of life and death. But to burn as a weapon or as a healer is one thing, to burn with desire is another.

And he must desist.

I FINALLY FINISHED MY FIRST EVER PUBLISHED (AND COMPLETED) FIC

what a ride, thank you joshua and dion for inspiring me to finish this almost 100k of gay fanfic that helped me get through my 1st and 2nd year of law school (aka hell)

[zumicho]

!! 📣

off the charts & panorama are probably gonna be my last haikyuu smaus for awhile, I’ll be writing them for jjk & bsd soon <3

although, hq fic series’ & oneshots will continue !!

[sarahreesbrennan]

finished long live evil and it left me Unwell in a good way. Looking forward to book 2!!

Wishing you all the best for your health. I hope you have as many good days as possible

Thank you! Both for being unwell about my book and for wishing me wellness.

I am well, I didn’t even get sick on tour (people notoriously do, and my immunity’s not the best!) and I am really truly very happy. I didn’t understand this once, but now I do: getting to tell your stories is a privilege and one that might be lost anytime.

So I intend to enjoy this time in which I get to tell this story with all my heart. I appreciate you!

And naturally this mean I hope to torment you with book 2.

[coshinova]

"vanilla"

where...💭

shinichi can't sleep and kaito kid is like a walking sleeping pill

— kaito kid | kuroba kaito / kudo shinichi | edogawa conan

10k words

Link

[heavyhitterheaux]

My upcoming fics for the Joe girlies 🤭🤭

Meet Me At The Altar

Flowers (Joe Burrow and Jack Harlow)

Always Be My Baby

If Your Girl Only Knew

Give Your Heart a Break

[winterkittenreads]

Long Live Evil by Sarah Rees Brennan

Absolutely devoured this book. I could see influences from Korean 'I got reincarnated as the villainess' style manhwa, and it was SO WELL COMBINED WITH SARAH REES BRENNAN CRACK HUMOR. I cackled, I cried; I'M READY FOR BOOK 2.

Thank you so much for writing this, @sarahreesbrennan. Before reading your author's note, I didn't know you had spent years battling stage 4 cancer. The way you brought in your personal experience of it to make Rae feel real was amazing. But most importantly, I'm so glad you're at a healthier place now. I've been reading your books since I was in middle school (all the way since The Demon's Lexicon), and you are an inspiration. <3<3<3

[sirhamburrger]

excuse the sap yap very long ask incoming but

UR BATMAN KUROO THINGGGG?????? ???? WHY AM I JUST HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW ???? are you into dc too or no ?

and omg I hope you like the playlist!! UR REBLOGS WERE SO SWEET N FUNNY PLS DO NOT WORRY ABOUT SPAMMING IM SO SO HONORED TO HAVE YOU IN MY NOTIFS AND READING MY STUFF <33!!! the mattsun tags took me tf out 😭 so glad there are issei enjoyers out there that spinoff is up in my hall of fame of things I’ve written and I cannot wait for you to see it

I’m aware I have a bunch of ur posts to catch up on and sorry it’s taking me so long ,, been having a little bit of a bllk dilemma (I’ll spare you the boredom) but I will get to it asap! ily DOWN I hope ur having a great morning/night/timezone <3 <3 <3

the batman kuroo (double life) thing was inspired by user eggyrocks's spiderverse series and user wyrcan's follow me like the moon! i'm not super into dc but i do know quite a bit about it (marvel as well)

and very very likely subconsciously poker face was an inspiration as well! (i had probably read it by that time but didn't really know who you were just yet) and that's why reader in double life is fem nightwing :)

YAY!! i will share thoughts about chapter four in a bit (that ending as DIABOLICAL man 😭 poor yn and osamu and suna)

how have i not written a mattsun thing yet when i'm thirsting over him 24/7 LOL

don't rush!! honestly i have been posting WAY too much and i'm always honoured for you to read my stuff anytime <3

[orionember]

I’m wanting to write Long Live Evil fanfic so badly, but my brain is just drawing BLANKS in regards to prompts and ideas of what to write😭😭 head empty, no thoughts, just mush☠️