#and I know I’m all about happily ever afters but this was so messy cause they’re not about that life

[lunarmoves]

this gingerbread home

pairing: DCA sun/moon x reader

mentions: gingerbread house shenanigans, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used!), holiday goodness, not beta'd lol, sfw, post fire at the plex, relationship up to interpretation tbh

a/n: merry christmas @freakdoodles !! tis i, your secret santa! hope you enjoy this little fic full of cozy vibes and a gingerbread house gone wrong :3 happy holidays!

word count: 3.3k+

ao3 link

Your breath fogs against the window of your living room as you peer outside into the dark streets. Winter makes its presence known through the chill of the glass against your fingertips. Beyond it, snow falls gently to the ground to coat it in shimmering white. The deep blue shadows of the night dance across the layer of snow, chased away only slightly from the golden glow of a nearby streetlamp. 

You wiggle your toes through your fluffy socks, the warmth of your home seeping pleasantly into your skin. Faintly, you can smell cinnamon wafting through the air from the kitchen. You have half a mind to see what it’s coming from, but you are captivated by watching the tiny, crystalline snowflakes drift down from the sky. 

It’s a time before something moves somewhere behind you—reflected like a ghost in the window’s glass. You look over your shoulder just in time for a mug of something warm to take up the entirety of your vision. 

“For you, my dear!” Sun beams at you, gently nudging the mug against your cheek. The smell of cinnamon is stronger now, intertwined with something distinctly chocolatey. 

“Thanks, bud.” You give him a smile and reach up to grab the mug from his hand. It’s like cupping your palms around a small flame, warming your hands and sinking into your skin. You smile down at the small mountain of whipped cream topping the drink and hiding the rich, velvet brown of the hot chocolate. You take a sip—and immediately regret it. 

“Careful!” Sun warns with the hint of a snicker as he watches you stick your tongue out in dismay. The tip of it is a bright red. “It is still rather hot, I’m afraid.” 

“You couldn’t have said that beforehand?” You roll your eyes half-heartedly and instead scoop up a bit of the whipped cream with your tongue before reeling it back into your mouth. The whipped cream is cool as it melts sweetly in your mouth. Better, if minutely. 

“I would have thought it’d been obvious it was right off the stove,” he retorts with all the affection in the world, giving your shoulder a little squeeze. “I have sorely misjudged your eagerness, I think.” 

You sniff and go in for another, more cautious, sip. It’s worth the slight burn on your tongue, the chocolate deliciously coating it and causing something pleasantly hot to settle within the inside of your belly. You sigh happily and have to force yourself to take on a more mockingly somber tone as you mess with him. “And after all the time we have spent together…” 

Sun chuckles and wraps a lithe arm around your shoulders so he can gently pull you from your spot by the window. “And I thought I was the dramatic one! Enough of that, silly. I have everything set up and ready for us!” 

You grin, all sharp teeth and delight. “Oh, sweet!” Your gaze roves over to the living room as Sun starts to guide you there. Sitting atop the little coffee table in front of the television are the unpackaged materials of the gingerbread house kit you’d bought a couple of days ago at Sun’s insistence. Once he had seen it in the store, he’d been rather adamant about getting it for one reason or another. 

(“Come on, Sunshine!” he practically begs you as he holds the kit up in front of your face and wiggles it enticingly. “It’s the perfect activity to do together!” 

“Mmmh, I don’t know, Sun,” you say, pretending like you’re thinking it over. You’d been sold on the idea as soon as you’d seen him pick it up, but it’s still fun to tease him from time to time regardless. Not that you’ll ever admit that out loud. “It gets pretty messy and I know how you can get with messes…” 

“It’ll be fun either way!” he insists, tucking the kit under his sweater-covered arm so he can clasp his hands together and stare at you with wide, white eyes. “Just think about it: you, moon, and I making a little house together out of frosting and candy!” His voice takes on a bit of a dreamy, enchanted quality.

You hum, letting the seconds tick by as you put on a show of heavily deliberating it. You rub at your chin with your fingers. “Okay, fine,” you say with a smile, crossing your arms behind your head. “You’ve convinced me.” 

“Yippee!” he cheers and swiftly sets the kit into your shopping cart. His rays do a happy little spin that you find so utterly endearing combined with his eagerness. “You won’t regret it!”) 

Sun lets go of your shoulder once you both get close enough to the coffee table and you set your mug on a nearby coaster before plopping down onto the floor. Tucking yourself closer to the table, you regard the pieces of gingerbread and small packets of candy.

“Have you and Moon decided on how you want to divide the work?” you ask as you slide one of the candy packs closer so you can squint at the designs. This pack contains little green gummy Christmas trees coated in granulated sugar. Cute.

Sun lets out an “mmhm!” as he folds himself into place next to you—pretzeling his long limbs into fitting under the coffee table. His knee juts out slightly over your thigh, and you poke at it gently with a grin. It only makes him lean his leg’s weight further onto you—the checkered pattern of his red and black pajama pants contrasting against the deep blue of your own.

“We have come to the agreement that I would help with assembling the house and we would both get half of it to help you decorate!” he says proudly, splaying out one of his hands on his chest. The Christmas sweater you’d gotten for him hangs a little loosely from his skinny torso, but it’d been the closest size you could get for his disproportionate body.

“Moon doesn’t want to help with the, I dunno, ‘architecture’?” you wonder with a raised eyebrow, making small air quotes with your fingers. 

“Nnnnope!” Sun replies cheerfully. He reaches out to pull the materials closer to you both, his voice lowering into a not-so-quiet whisper as he leans down closer to your ear. “Between you and me, I think he’s just being lazy.” 

Knowing fully well that Moon is likely listening in on the conversation, you snort. “Yeah, that sounds just like him.” 

Sun only grins at the flatness of your tone and turns back to the table. “Alrighty! Enough stalling! This house isn’t going to build itself!” He grabs the gingerbread kit’s packaging and flips the box over to read the instructions on the back of it. “First we need to add icing along the edges of the walls…” 

The instructions seem simple enough. While you pipe icing in the designated places, Sun carefully sticks the pieces together and holds them in place for a few minutes so they don’t immediately fall apart. The smell of gingerbread overtakes the gentle hint of cinnamon from your drink. The bag of icing in your fingers is soft and pliable from Sun having defrosted it in warm water earlier. 

Once three of the four walls of the gingerbread house are standing, the instructions say to let them sit for fifteen minutes. Unfortunately for the gingerbread house, however, Sun is not that patient. 

“Bud, it’s barely been ten minutes,” you say in amusement as you watch Sun start applying icing to the last wall to attach it to the others. 

He waves a hand at you in dismissal, already pressing the last wall firmly to the edges of the previously erected ones. “It’s fine, Friend! Everything is still standing on its own, I do not think we need to wait that long.” 

The hint of impatience you can glean from his voice makes you huff out a small laugh. “I thought you liked to follow instructions?” 

“Yes, well.” His rays tick back and forth as he holds the walls together to let the icing settle properly. “In this instance we can take them more as a suggestion.” 

You think he just really wants to decorate the gingerbread house itself, considering that’s his forte. Rolling your eyes, you drawl, “Alright, if you say so.” Who are you to stop him? Hopefully the icing holds properly, though you can’t help but warily eye the skeleton of a house as you fiddle with the chain of one of your necklaces. 

With all the walls of the gingerbread house now assembled, it leaves the slanted roof to be carefully placed on top. You add the icing to the two pieces in the required locations, then lick off the extra that had gotten on your fingers (it’s sweet, almost overbearingly so) while Sun meticulously joins the pieces together to complete the bare-bones gingerbread house. 

“Okay!” he says as his hands hover just above the top of the roof, scrutinizing it to make sure the pieces don’t slide off. Miraculously, they hold. You’re a bit impressed. “How much icing is left?”

You show him the piping bag in your hands, and he contemplates it for a moment before nodding. 

“Perfect! Hand it over.” He opens a hand and makes a grabbing motion that causes you to chuckle to yourself. He’s got his game face on, determination lining all the intricate metal and silicon features of his faceplate. You set the bag atop his palm, and he closes his long fingers around it. “Now for the fun part!” 

You end up watching as he carefully squeezes a steady stream of icing from the bag to trace the outlines of the doors and windows on one side of the gingerbread house. It’s a bit captivating; he is exact with his application, the lines of icing neat and straight. He offers the bag to you at one point to see if you want to add icing along the roof, but you decline in favor of sipping at your still-warm drink and watching him. 

“Wow,” you say when he finishes with the icing. “It looks straight out of a stock photo.” 

He’s iced exactly half of the house right down the middle—even the front door only has half of it done. He really is sticking to the fifty-fifty arrangement with Moon. And honestly? He’s done a better job than you can ever hope to imagine. You would be envious, but well, he’s a robot. It makes sense. 

Sun looks proud of himself as he sets the icing down. “Of course! I am nothing but precise!” He reaches over to grab a pack of small candied leaves and pops it open. “And now, the decor~” 

You lend a hand and pop open a candy packet yourself—this one has tiny, multi-colored hard chocolates in the shape of Christmas lights. But after lazily sticking some of them into the icing Sun swirled along the edges of the roof and watching him fiddle with them afterwards—making them neater or swapping some out so the colors are in a better arrangement—you decide to let Sun take care of it all. You designate yourself to supplying him with the candy, finding amusement in his concentration as he makes a direct copy of the image displayed on the gingerbread house’s package. 

It’s almost scary how accurate it is, from the loops of icing on the roof to the gumdrops lining the windows. 

“Aaand done!” Sun exclaims as he wipes his hands of icing on a spare napkin and stands up. He observes the house from all angles and gives it a solid nod. 

“Looks great, buddy,” you compliment as you lean against the table. By now, your mug of hot chocolate is empty, and you secretly mourn the loss. 

“Now all Moon has to do is live up to my highly placed expectations,” Sun says brightly as he walks over to the light switch. He pauses, then adds sarcastically, “As I’m sure he will.” 

You grin, following his movement with your eyes. “Aw, don’t put him down when he’s not even here to defend himself.” 

Sun scoffs and places one hand over the switch, while the other knocks gently at his head. “I assure you, he is not even attempting to.” 

With a flick of his fingers, the lights go out. You avert your gaze as you listen to the shifting metal of his body. The living room is dark, but not overtly so. The lights from the small Christmas tree in the corner of the room are bright enough for you to see, but not so much that it will impede Moon, you think. 

Speak of the devil, you jump slightly when Moon plops himself down directly next to you and immediately leans into your space. 

“What a lovely gingerbread house,” he rasps out as his arm presses into your own, the bell of his nightcap brushing against your shoulder. You eye his expression—the mischief making itself known in the curve of his mouth and crinkle of his eyes. “Sure would be a shame if someone were to… mess it up.” 

“Moon,” you warn, shoving at him slightly so he can stop leaning all of his weight onto you. He relents with a snicker and rights himself properly. “Don’t you dare ruin Sun’s hard work.” 

“Wouldn’t think of it,” he drawls with a sharp grin, slouching forward as he grabs the icing bag from where Sun had left it atop the table. “One might say I would improve upon it, actually.” 

“Somehow I heavily doubt that,” you reply flatly and watch as he squeezes the piping bag in his hands. Some icing shoots out of the tip and lands haphazardly on Moon’s side of the gingerbread house. He doesn’t seem bothered by it. You have a feeling you know how this is going to end up. 

“Shh,” he says and spins the plate holding the gingerbread house around so he can better access its bare sections. Red eyes flick over it with no small amount of slyness. “Let Santa Moon work his magic, Starlight.” 

Five minutes into watching Moon apply icing to his half of the gingerbread house, you realize by “magic” he meant “utter chaos.” 

He doesn’t even bother to make his lines neat—in fact he seems to be actively going out of his way to be as sloppy as possible. Whereas Sun was careful not to make too much of a mess on the table, Moon does not care. Icing gets everywhere. Crumbs from the gingerbread litter the area around the plate. You watch as a small ball of candy rolls off the table and lands somewhere on the plush rug covering the floor. Sun’s going to have a conniption with this—may already be having one, actually.

You’re more amused than anything, especially when Moon finishes with the icing and starts slapping the candy everywhere on the gingerbread house. There is no rhyme or reason to it, just utter vibes, you think. He passes you a packet of the tiny Christmas lights candy, and you join in helping him to decorate his half—trying to salvage it at least a little bit. 

The resulting gingerbread house, at the end of it all, is something that makes you break out into peals of laughter. 

“Oh god.” You chuckle, wiping your fingers off on a napkin. “It looks awful.” 

And indeed, where one side of the gingerbread house is neat and perfect, the other looks like it came straight from an elementary schooler’s nightmare craft project. The juxtaposition makes you snicker to yourself.

Moon grins, his eyes flicking down to his hands to observe the icing covering his fingers. Somehow, he’s gotten a dollop on his faceplate. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” 

You snort and gesture at him to lean down. He obliges, the warm light from his optics gently caressing your face as you reach up to wipe away the icing near his static smile with your napkin. And when you pull away, his faceplate almost seems to chase after your fingers before he stops himself and instead watches you attempt to clean up the table. 

“Okay, fun’s over,” you say lightly as you eyeball all the crumbs. It may be a good idea to run your vacuum around the table as well, considering. “Help me clean thi—” 

But before you can finish your sentence, your eyes catch onto the gingerbread house—that tips precariously to one side as the roof pieces start to slide inevitably downwards. 

“Oh shit—!” Your hands dart forward in an attempt to catch the falling pieces. Icing gets re-smeared all over your hands. Candy gets displaced as your fingers fumble around them. You do your best to straighten the gingerbread house, grimacing all the while. Ah, you had a feeling this was going to happen.

Moon giggles as he watches your vain struggle to fix what he and Sun had worked so hard on (Sun moreso than Moon). You manage to get it standing properly again, but one of the walls has collapsed completely and the others look like they aren’t faring any better now that the icing is giving in. 

You sigh, feeling a wry smile tugging at your lips. “I knew we should’ve waited the full fifteen minutes.” Not that you think that would have made much of a difference. 

“Down it goes~” Moon croons, not even lifting a finger to lend some assistance. His eyes are upturned in delight as he sways slightly side to side. “How the mighty fall.” 

“Yeah.” You pull your hands away and watch, slowly, as the gingerbread house collapses into itself and lays on the plate in a sad heap. Moon is silent as he watches with you, though you can tell he wants to laugh. It makes you suppress your own chuckle. “You think there’s any salvaging that?” 

“No,” is Moon’s short response as he pokes at one of the gummy Christmas trees, then picks it up to mime eating it. You do a nose exhale when his eyes flick over to you to see if you’re watching. 

“Well, what does Sun think?” you ask, feeling your lips twitch at his antics.

“He is mourning.” 

“Pfft, sorry Sun.” You make a move to run your hand through your hair, but catch yourself when you see the icing coating your fingers. “Ah, that’s okay. It was fun while it lasted! We can do something else.” You turn to look at Moon, who meets your gaze with his own curious one. “Any suggestions?” 

There is a moment where Moon regards you, his head tilting to the side. Then, you watch as his pupils flick down to his icing-covered hands before looking back up at you. His smile stretches across his faceplate. 

Oh. You know that look. 

“Moon,” you warn as you scooch away from him. “No. Don’t even think about it!” 

“Think about what?” he asks slyly, starting to lean your way. 

“Abou— Moon!” 

You are too slow to dodge his swipe at your face—icing gets smeared from the corner of your mouth and up your cheek. Faintly, you can register its sweet taste. Your jaw drops open at the audacity of it all, and you scramble up to your feet to put more distance between you and him lest he repeat the action. He doesn’t follow you, only slowly stands in his spot as you shuffle backwards whilst giving him the stink eye. 

“Moon, I swear to god if you do that shit again,” you threaten him as you hold your hands out defensively in front of you, “I’ll—” 

“You’ll what?” Moon asks with a mischievous grin, already bending at the knees in a pose that you are all too familiar with. Uh oh. His eyes squint into ruby slivers. 

Your mouth closes, and you ponder your options for a few seconds before giving him a short nod. “Okay. Yeah. I’m gonna run now.” 

“Good,” is all he says before he abruptly lunges towards you. 

And as Moon chases you throughout your home, the poor remains of the gingerbread house are forgotten and replaced by the sound of your laughter and the gentle tinkle of his bells.

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  @cuips-not-cute! cuips_not_cute has six fics in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and all of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @cuips-not-cute:

he could be brave

blood is an aphrodisiac

honeyed affection

blinking red light

cyclical

"cuips is a master of taking the reader on an emotional roller coaster ride. The amount of times I've laughed and cried at the same time reading his fics have been too numerous to count. Especially the depth of the sex scenes and the character beats and growth they portray are gorgeous to read - and also very titillating. I love Steve and Eddie in every one of cuips stories, adore the little mannerisms they are given and the way they interact with each other and other characters. Besides the inspiring prose cuips can pull off a plot like few other people I've found so far - since blinking red light is still ongoing, I'll just point to cyclical for that. I'm very thankful to cuips for writing and posting these stories and for being a very active part of this lovely fandom." -- anonymous

Below the cut, @cuips-not-cute answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

i don’t even know. i was happily in the ofmd fandom when i watched season 4 almost three years ago now (oh god) and then the characters… they got me. i fear they’ll never leave.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

god, so many. they’re all kinda the same flavor though so i’ll list out what i’m always filtering for to find a new fic: bottom/sub eddie, creature/monster eddie, post s4, canon compliant, soft dom steve, sex pollen, spit kink, rimming (perhaps my FAVORITE ever thing to read), switch eddie/switch steve… the list goes on.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

probably also rimming. there’s just something so romantic about eating ass. and i really love to stick with post s4 canon compliant aus, too, i don’t think i’ve written an actual for real au yet, though i do have an idea for one after brl.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

i don’t know if i can pick!! my ao3 bookmarks host my many all-time faves, but if you wanna go by the fic i’ve reread the most it’s probably the affliction of the feeling. it’s so fucking good.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

YES!!! i have never written omegaverse!!! which is crazy, ‘cause i like it a LOT. i have a post-s4 omegaverse au kicking around in my head currently, and i cannot wait to sink my teeth into all the messy biology and politics that come with the omegaverse.

What is your writing process like?

chaotic, in a word. usually, i’ll get a fic idea while i’m balls-deep in writing another fic so i’ll shove it to the side and let it simmer while i finish that first one, then i’ll spend a good long while planning it out in ridiculous detail, and THEN i’ll start actually drafting. i like to have a fully fleshed out outline and a couple chapters written and edited before i start posting, and once posting begins i tend to deviate quite a bit from my outline but it’s all good fun.

Do you have any writing quirks?

definitely. i don’t like pointing them out for fear of other folks seeing them in everything i do, but they’re there. one that i don’t mind so much is my absolute abuse of the word “little.” everything is “a little” of this, “a little” of that, but i try to cut my usage down significantly while i’m editing.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

i always TRY to keep a schedule but… yeah. it never works. i’m far too busy for one, but attempts are made. i’d like to one day write a fic in full before posting it, because i think it’d be a whole lot better if i let it sit for that long but lord, i sure do like getting ao3 comments on every chapter. they make the writing motivation go WAY up.

Which fic are you most proud of?

brl, definitely. that fucker is LONG and i’m barely halfway through it. i think i’ve done a lot of cool things with it and i’m going to do some more cool things and i’ve made a lot of really awesome friends in the process of writing it so it’s got some pretty insane sentimental value to me. it’s definitely going to be a fic i’ll miss writing once i finish it, but that’s what the epilogue series is for!!!

How did you get the idea for blinking red light?

from another fic!!! @racketghost is the author of one of my favorite things i’ve ever read, which is the good omens zach and miri au, closed set (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23320960/chapters/55862155 <- hyperlinked), wherein crowley has been lying about the existence of some angelic sex tapes to all of hell, and then he and aziraphale have to actually make the tapes. it’s awesome. it’s gorgeous. brl is one big giant love letter to this fic, because it means so fucking much to me and i think about it ALL the time. 

When writing honeyed affection, what was something you didn’t expect?

hmm, i don’t know? ha is, i think, a pretty easygoing fic with lots and lots of porn stuffed inside it, and that was all i intended it to be so i cannot think of anything i was surprised by!!

What inspired blood is an aphrodisiac?

i just wanted to write vampire eddie. it was july ‘22, kas theories were everywhere, i had to try it. these days i think i would change a LOT about it because my ideas and hcs surrounding the characters have evolved significantly, but i’ll write vampire eddie again and “fix” everything i no longer like about biaa.

What was your favorite part to write from he could be brave?

…the fisting. i genuinely think some of my best writing is in that scene, and while i feel the same way about this fic as i do biaa, the fisting scene will always hold a special place in my heart. i’m very, very excited to write the fisting chapter in brl because of this scene. fisting rules.

How do/did you feel writing cyclical?

i wrote cyclical during a very weird few months of my life, so writing it was sort of my way of dealing with all the insane shit going on around me, and i think it shows. in a good way, though, because cyclical is a timeloop fic so it needed to be a little angsty and insane. i’m stupidly proud of that fic. @ryeallytired actually BOUND it into a PHYSICAL BOOK and SENT IT TO ME and when i tell you that is the singular most precious object i own, i mean it.

What was the most difficult part of writing blinking red light?

PLOTTING THAT BITCH. GOD. i’m so happy to be actually WRITING it now, the planning was genuinely so brutal. my issue was that i was sticking too close to the plot of closed set (<3) which just… did not work for steddie. closed set’s premise centers around crowley lying about making sex tapes, yes, but he lied about them to PROTECT aziraphale, which is the messiest, kindest, riskiest fucking thing ever. and it’s awesome. in the early planning stages of brl, i was trying to put eddie in the crowley role of lying about having made sex tapes with steve, but it reallyyy didn’t work. there was an oc and i absolutely hated him, plus i didn’t like what that premise was doing to eddie’s character… ugh. it was a MESS. it took several rubber duck-ing conversations with my brilliant friend @lollaika and a rewatch of zach and miri to finally realize that it had to be STEVE who brings up the idea of sex tapes so that he could protect eddie, rather than eddie bringing it up to save his own hide (yikes).

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

oooh, lots. reallyyyy loved chapter 8 of cyclical with all of the pov shifts, that was super fun to write. i also really enjoyed writing the dry humping/sex tape convo in the first chapter of brl, and i’m stupidly excited to write chapters 12, 13, 15, and 17, because of specific scenes that will happen in each.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

i do!! after brl is completed i’ll have to choose from two story ideas (because i cannot have two wips at once or i’ll get SO stressed), one being a semi-realistic steddie cowboy au based off my own experiences with growing up on a farm and featuring messy, earnest cowboys and not-fully-human eddie, and the other being the omegaverse au i want to write, which will have a very fun mix of vampire eddie, dubcon bitching, and accidental mating bites!!!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

i cannot think of anything!! this was super fun :D

Thank you to our author, @cuips-not-cute, and our anonymous nominator! See more of cuips_not_cute's works featured on our page throughout the day!

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[letstrywritingmaybe]

I’ve barely started chapter 11 of IWICL but I do feel like this will probably be the last chapter. I’m going to try and make it the last one at least. It’s kinda crazy looking back at this verse, I never would’ve made this sequel if my muse wasn’t so insistent and of course those who read it being upset with my original ending (thank you to those supportive of me and my vision. You’re so real for this and I love you all and you’re the real reason I decided to continue the verse). I realize I’m too American for this fandom and my views are highly influenced by those around me (as a Vegas gal I tend to be perceived as wild versus the more conservative views of the majority of this fandom since it originates from an Asian country though… nope not gonna go there) which is probably why I fought so hard on writing this despite it being controversial and would give me a bad rep. Idk I’m just thinking thoughts instead of writing cause procrastinating is kinda my thing

It’s not October yet and I promised to work on finishing my WIPs but y’all have no idea the excitement I hold as a Swiftie and a Sportie. I am winning and the October prompts are about to be so much more fun for me!

[thetriumphantpanda]

congratulations on your amazing milestone my love 💜

this was nearly impossible to choose buuuut what if it was mirror sex and breath play with Dieter? what if that please?

WHAT IF I WROTE IT HAN?! WHAT THEN?! Heh. My first ever bit of Dieter writing so please be gentle with me, but I hope you enjoy regardless!

Thank you so much Han, I really appreciate the love! I think it was your reblog of my first Javi P mirror sex 👀 that made my followers explode a little, so thank you for always supporting me. 🧡

Pairing | Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Word Count | 1.4k

Warnings | Explicit, 18+ Minors DNI. Mentions of smoking weed, MIRROR SEX, breath play and unprotected PiV sex.

Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - I’m accepting requests through July 15th.

He’s bored. You both are. Dieter’s break from work seemed like a really good idea at the time. A chance for him to recoup after back-to-back projects and a chance for what was a new relationship between the two of you to have time to actually blossom. Neither of you had really thought about Dieter’s need to be constantly entertained, his fingers itching to do something. Anything. All the time. 

He'd woken up from his second weed-induced nap of the day about twenty minutes ago and was already up and pacing the room, taking books from your shelf to flick through hoping something would catch his eye, or channel surfing the TV to try and find something to capture his attention. On the forty-fifth click of the television remote, because you were keeping count, you lost it. 

Pushing yourself up from the couch, you grab hold of his wrist, “I can’t fucking take it anymore.” You mumble, pulling him up and dragging him down the hallway of your apartment. 

You didn’t really have a plan on what to do once you got here, but you push him by his shoulders into your room, pushing him back until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he tumbles backwards. He grabs hold of you at the last second, causing you to tumble down with him, ending up straddled above his hips. 

You bend forward and start trailing soft kisses across his jaw, feeling his hands come to your ass where they squeeze, enough to have you whining for more. You push back slightly and feel Dieter’s already half-hard cock through his plaid pyjama pants. You loved this, the way he was always so receptive to you. You shimmy down his body a little, letting your own clothed core grind down into him. 

“Fuck, baby,” He spits out, hands flying to your hips to help guide your movements, dragging you slowly to grind against his growing erection, “Can’t believe I get to fuck you as much as I want now.” 

“I think you’ll find this was my idea,” You grin, moving to rip your tank top over your head, nipples pebbling almost immediately in the cool air of your room, “And I’ve got an idea.” 

Dieter sits himself up, wrapping his arms around your back to bring his mouth to your tits. He’s running the flat of his tongue over a nipple, using his teeth to make tiny bruises on the delicate skin around them, before he switches to the other side. It drives you wild, how this man has absolutely zero patience in any other part of his life apart from this, where he will happily spread you out and tease you for hours before giving you want you really want. One of your hands is running through the messy curls on the top of his head, the other draped across his shoulders as you continue to grind yourself down on him. You can already feel your pussy soaking through the material of your pyjamas. 

“Well, go on then,” He insists, finally pulling away from your chest, “What’s your big idea, baby?” 

You extract yourself from your place on his lap, standing at the foot of the bed, shedding the last item of clothing you were wearing, “First of all, stand up and take your clothes of.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He shoots at you, before scrambling from the bed, t-shirt dragging over his head to join your pile of clothes on the floor. 

You know Dieter enjoys it when you boss him around like this. He likes being told what to do, how to please you best, what you like so he can do more of it and what you don’t like so he knows what to stop. He likes it when you ride him, using him to get yourself off being finally telling him he can come too. 

Watching closely as he pulls the plaid down his legs, a smirk on your lips when he grips his cock in his fist and starts pumping himself, the idea forming in your head is becoming more enticing by the second. You wordlessly walk over to the full-length mirror in the corner of your room, placing flat palms on the glass. You look over at Dieter, who is watching with glazed eyes and an open mouth as you push your ass out and spread your legs, “Well, come on, big boy,” You coax, “Come fuck me where I can watch.” 

He's behind you in minutes, spitting into the palm of his hand to coat his cock before he’s lining up with your entrance, slick from the work of his mouth on your tits, and pushing into you, slowly letting you take each and every inch of his cock until he’s buried inside you to the hilt. 

You’re making direct eye contact with yourself in the mirror, the sight of your mouth dropping open turning you on even more than you already were. Dieter lifts his head once he’s found his rhythm of slow, languid thrusts, smirking at the way you’re watching yourself. 

“Don’t I always tell you you’re the most beautiful when you’re getting fucked?” He groans into your ear, one of his hands coming to grip your chin to hold your stare steady in the reflection, “Believe me now, baby?” 

He’s picking up the pace now, you can hear the slap of skin as his hips meet the skin of your ass, and when he finally hits that sweet spot inside you, you practically sing for him, letting your eyes trail down the mirror to watch as your tits bounce with every thrust. It’s delectable, really, but it’s still not enough. 

You move one of your hands from the mirror to drag his from holding your chin, to holding your throat. You’re looking at his eyes in the mirror as the widen, his hips are getting sloppy but still manage to drive you insane. 

“Go on,” You encourage, “You can squeeze a little.” 

His wide palm is covering most of your neck, a thrill travels all the way down your spine as he does squeeze. It’s light and gentle, barely enough that you can feel it, but it’s enough to have your pussy clenching around him. 

“Harder,” You beg, and he pulls his cock almost all the way out before slamming back into, “No, Dieter, my neck, squeeze it harder.” 

He does another tentative squeeze, tightening the way his fingers are gripping the skin to the side of your neck, which moves the pressure of his palm. You can still breathe, but it’s enough for you now, a devilish giggle falling from your lip, “You like that?” He asks, having not let up with the bruising pace of his hips, “Like when I choke you?” 

He lets up the pressure so you can talk, “Love it,” You moan, and then he’s squeezing with a similar pressure again, “I fucking love it.” 

“Look at yourself,” He’s back at your ear, “Stuffed full of my cock and begging me to choke you,” He nips at your earlobe, “Put your fingers on your pussy and come for me, baby.” 

You don’t need to be told twice. You lock eyes with him in the mirror, sticking two of your fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue over them, much like you’d done on his cock the night before, before they’re between your legs and rubbing hard and fast circles over your clit. 

Dieter applies pressure to your throat again, his grip a little tighter than the last time, and you’re done. The pressure at your neck means you can do nothing by let a whine drop from your lips as pleasure bursts through your body to settle on every nerve ending you’ve got. Your legs feel like jelly, if it wasn’t for Dieter finally pulling his palm from your neck to hold your hips as he brought himself to the edge, you’d have fallen. 

He’s pulling himself out of you, fisting his cock a few times before you can feel the warm ropes of cum spilling over your lower back and your ass. You feel him run one of his fingers through the mess he’s made, before he’s bringing his fingers to your face and watching in the mirror as you suck the finger into your mouth, tasting him. 

“So fucking hot, baby,” He’s smirking, reaching down for the t-shirt he was wearing yesterday, thrown to the floor without a second thought, before he’s using it to wipe the rest of his cum from your skin, “You wanna get high and order noodles?” 

You turn around, letting your back hit the cool glass of the mirror as he kisses you, “Hell yeah, I wanna get high and order noodles,” You grin against his lips, “You’re rolling though.” 

[jeridandridge]

As The World Falls Down

You and Melissa get into an argument over legendary charter wanting to take over Abbott. This is my first Melissa Schemmenti x reader fic, so please bear with me 🙃

It starts on a Monday night as you sit on the living room floor with lesson plans scattered around you. Your mind goes a mile a minute as you take your hair down and put it back up into a messy bun again, a nervous habit.

“Hon, take a break.” Your girlfriend calls out from the kitchen, “Come try this.”

You happily get up jogging over to the kitchen and sliding in on your fluffy socks right to Melissa’s side.

“I need that in my mouth right now.” You practically drool looking at the baked good she was cutting.

Melissa grins lifting a brow. “Me or the biscotti?”

“Both.” You smile leaning in to kiss her cheek, arm wrapped around her waist. “I’ll pour the hot chocolate.”

This had become a regular every night thing since you moved in with Melissa over the summer a few months before. You two would cuddle up and have a nice treat and drink after a long day at Abbott.

Ever since Legendary wanted to turn Abbott into a charter, everyone was on edge and exhausted especially the red head. Teaching two classes at once wasn’t easy even with her years of experience. You were lucky, you had the older kids and only had to deal with their sass and pre teen hormones.

Sitting at the kitchen counter you reach over and hold your hand palm up for her when you see her cut into the desert a little too hard. “Mel, breathe.”

She sighs and sets the knife down happily taking your hand.

“It’s Monday, ya know?” She shrugs. You know she’s tired by how soft her voice is, you knew she was tired before she started baking after dinner.

“I know, baby.” You gently squeeze her hand. Your eyes meet pretty jade as you play with one of her rings.

“Everyone’s doin their best and we still can’t get anywhere.” She sighs.

You know what she means right away. Everyone in the staff had been stressed and anxious not knowing what was to come next. You had lost 4 kids to Legendary and it didn’t help seeing your friends and girlfriend so stressed on top of it.

“Maybe it’s a lost cause.” You shrug looking down at the cutting board. Doing so you miss the look of hurt in Melissa’s eyes, only looking up when she pulls her hand away like she’s been burnt.

“The hell does that mean, y/n?”

“I don’t know, Melissa, I’m-“

“No, hon, you know.” She snaps back resting her hands on the counter. “You giving up on Abbott? On those kids? Me?”

“Baby, I didn’t mean it like that.” You sigh following her out to the living room, Melissa grabbing her grade book before she turns pointing a finger in your direction.

“Don’t bother coming up here tonight.” She huffs before stomping upstairs leaving you alone at the bottom of the landing.

“What the fuck?” You let out under your breath.

The next day at Abbott is a tense one. When you woke up on the couch after a night of tossing and turning Melissa had already left for work. After an uncomfortable drive in your own car to the school you get to the front desk seeing Ava and Barbara.

“Oh snap, there’s the pup. How was the doghouse last night?” Ava chimes in with her usual nonsense.

“Ha ha funny.” You roll your eyes. “Barb, have you seen Melissa?”

The older woman gives you a nod, resting her hand on your arm. “I would give her some space for the morning. You messed up in her eyes, babygirl.”

You sigh tipping your head back for a moment. “I didn’t even mean it like that, I’m-“ you sigh. “I’m angry and tired like everyone else.”

“We all are, sweetheart. Give her time and let her come to you.”

You can’t help but scoff. “We’re talking about Melissa. She doesn’t back down.” You refuse to be the one to give in, not when she blew up for no reason.

Barb gives you a soft smile as she picks her purse up.

“Girl, she’s whipped for you.” Ava waves you off, not even looking up from her phone. You sigh heading for your classroom upstairs.

The day goes on. It’s near the end of the school day when you stand in front of the chalk board writing out the kids’ homework for the end of the week during your prep period. You always play music during this period and today was no different.

You stop for a moment when you hear a familiar note, a song that brings a smile to your lips every time you hear it. You and Melissa had watched Labyrinth one weekend early on in your relationship, when this song started you got up and pulled her into a slow dance, your way of telling her you loved her before really saying it.

Today, you hum along to the song that plays from your computer as you work, jumping when your classroom door opens. You look over meeting her eyes.

“A Bowie kinda day, huh?” She asks coming in to lean against your desk.

“Yeah well my girlfriend is pissed at me so I’m kind of down.” you shrug.

Melissa steps forward reaching to take the chalk from your hand.

“Why did that make you so angry?” You ask, still unaware. “I didn’t mean it like-“

“I know you didn’t, baby.” She admits quietly. “I’ve been at this a long time okay? Seeing you give up so fast, it scared me. If you gave up on this school so fast, what could that mean for us later on?”

You looked at her with a soft expression, having an idea of why.

“I’m sorry, Mel.” You all but melt, reaching out to pull her into a hug. It’d been less than a day and you’d missed her so much. You felt so stupid for not realizing why she was angry.

Without another word you wrap your arms around her waist slowly swaying with her to the music.

“I could never give up on you.” You whisper.

Melissa lifts her head from your shoulder giving you a small smile.

“Even as the world falls down?”

You nod leaning into to gently kiss her lips.

“Even as the world falls down.”

[awmancreeper]

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“Why is it…. hot?” Jinsol whispered to you as the friend group stared at the grimacing alien. “You see, I don’t get that either,” you said back with a whisper.

Taehyun stood in front of the girls protectively while Beomgyu bounced around the extraterrestrial

“This is so cool!” Beomgyu exclaimed going to go touch Kai only for him to get slowly pushed back by his forehead “…awesome”

Taehyun's logistical mind raced wondering how was this even possible. Did Y/n bring in an abnormally tall man to dress up as an alien? If not how does it look humanoid? Could more extraterrestrials be walking around, and if so are they any of his friends? That’d sure explain Beomgyu’s existence….

Kai made eye contact with Taehyun, making Taehyun put his arm in front of the girls protectively. “Y/n why would you bring it into your house?” Taehyun asked in an almost scolding manner, “For the last time, I didn’t bring him in! He broke in”

“It didn’t take much”

Your eyes narrowed at Kai “Sorry I didn’t expect anyone to break in through my balcony 5 stories up!” Electricity flowed between them as it was obvious to your friends, that there was some unresolved tension between the two.

“Well… it’s nice to meet you, alien sir!” Tsuki exclaimed happily as Kai nodded “Please just call me Kai” he said with an almost gentle tone to the taller girl. Your face shot back at his change of demeanor towards your friends versus you.

“Are there more of you?” Taehyun asked cautiously “Here on Earth or…” “Yeah are they more here on Earth,” Kai thought about it “Probably, probably not, the Earth is a densely populated planet it’d be impossible for me to tell” Kai said almost arrogantly

Taehyun’s eyes narrowed obviously not trusting the alien “How do I know you’re not a random guy pretending to be an alien so you can break into my best friend’s sister’s house?”

Kai rolled his eyes “If I wanted an earth female for unseemly reasons, you think I’d choose a better specimen”

“Excuse me?! I’m attractive!” You barked back as Kai smirked “In an earthworm sense, yes”

You growled as Tsuki’s giggle broke through the dark cloud of tension “You guys are cute~” her usual high-pitched voice sang

“Tsuki?!”

“So like… are all your kind of aliens hot?” Bae asked blunted causing y/n to face palm.

“I wouldn’t consider myself as a higher temperature but to answer your question all males on my planet are identical”

“I’d love to be on that planet…” Bae whispered almost trying to hold it in but Taehyun smacked the back of her head.

“This is so cool! Like I thought Y/n was lying but holy shit she is harboring an alien!! Wait- she’s harboring an alien!! Y/n what are you gonna do-“ Beomgyu said shaking his sister by your shoulders “Shhh! That’s why I want to tell you guys”

“Oh wow thank you Y/n, I’m so glad to be a part of the group that’s gonna fuckin disappear when the government finds out you have a damn alien in your house-“ you covered his mouth as you crashed out

“Look I’m sorry but I didn’t know what to do, and I needed help, and i know you guys would do anything for me”

Everyone looked at you with sympathetic looks “I know only Taehyun is smart enough to help me” you said as Beomgyu and Bae looked at each other slightly offended.

“Fine… I’m in” Taehyun said after you buttered his biscuits to the max “Me too!” Tsuki said happily

“Fuck it if they erase my memories at least it’d be with y’all” Beomgyu added crossing his arms

“Cool, operation Hot Alien Hidden is a go!” Bae spoke as Kai shuttered his light pink skin turning into a pale tan.

“What the-“ you began but Kai interrupted rubbing his arms “Earth’s atmosphere is far colder than mine”

Taehyun took off his hoodie and handed it to Kai. Kai looked at the black fabric and backed up at him with gratitude “Yay friendship forming!” Tsuki said hugging Taehyun.

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[drewstarkeybroughtmehere]

behind the spotlight ~7~

[Jensen ackles social media au]

summary: 26 year old singer/actor comes back after a very messy and public break up with new relationships to be made, and juicy secrets are spilled in new music.

Author’s note: don’t forget to read pt6

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yourusername I was 19 when I lost you , my first love, my first everything -a love so pure, a soul so full of laughter, silliness, and a voice that still echoes in my heart. I’ll always miss your touch, your laugh, the way you used to stare at me like I was the only girl in the world, how much you loved to be babied, and most importantly the way you made life feel safe, even when everything else felt uncertain. You taught me so much about love and about myself, and losing you left a hole I thought could never be filled. Even as I continue to miss you, I want you to know I live happily now that I have found a new love and the guilt I used to feel when I started to love again is no longer there. I hope you are proud of me for finding myself again and I want you to know how much I really love my J baby and how much happiness he brings me, he also stares at me like I’m the only girl in the world, lets me baby him all the time, and always makes me feel so safe and loved which I never thought would be possible again.So anyway I wrote this song for you 5 months after you passed , a piece of my heart I'll carry forever, even as l've found love again and learned to keep living with the pain of your absence. Always and forever, Ross🕊️ 1/20/18

Wings.Out.Now.

1/20/25

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bellahadid 15m

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yourusername 10m

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Serenade of the Unspoken

Wings — Birdy https://music.apple.com/us/album/wings/855455368?i=855455582

wings- about your boyfriend (ross lynch)who passed away from drug overdose when you two were 19 and 20. About the times you two shared and how you will forever miss and love him. How you will see him in everything and just wish to see him again. Overall just reflecting over the loss and coming to terms that you will have to love again(which you do)

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I Remember Everything (feat. Kacey Musgraves) — Zach Bryan https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-remember-everything-feat-kacey-musgraves/1703216858?i=1703217516

I remember everything(feat. Jensen Ackles)-About Dylan O’Brien, and reflecting in how he was in the relationship not being able to forget the people, places, and moments that defined those memories, even though they may have caused hurt or were lost along the way. It’s about the haunting nature of memory, how it can both comfort and torment the person remembering. Jensen’s part showing how Dylan would be loving and then mean the next and how he truly only ever cared about himself and using your father to manipulate you sometimes. Your part showing you calling him out for how he acted and how he treated you bad never really caring, wishing you could forget the small amount of happy memories you had together but can’t even though the bad memories sometimes overflow the good ones.

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Ego — Paige Fish https://music.apple.com/us/album/ego/1746212618?i=1746212982

Ego- about Dylan O’Brien, your ex, who’s ego was so big it heavily impacted your relationship. How he wanted you to fit his image so bad to the point you almost lost your real self. Reflecting on everything he made you do and it being so bad that you can’t help but laugh and be angry at the same time. Showing that you are now living your true self without his overwhelming ego.

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Daisy — Paige Fish https://music.apple.com/us/album/daisy/1767935992?i=1767935997

Daisy- about you and Bella’s ex best friend, Rachel Lange, who your ex boyfriend, Dylan O’Brien, cheated on you with and who treated you horribly while they were messing with each other behind your back for 1 month, you couldn’t figure out why until you found out what they were doing..listen to the lyrics and man it should explain itself..

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I Hope It Hurts — Jessie Murph https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-hope-it-hurts/1763128713?i=1763129276

I hope it hurts- about Dylan O’Brien, and the beginning of your love how it was so good it was too good to be true and letting out your anger in this song about how you feel tricked and hurt. So hurt that you want him to feel exactly how you feel not caring what you lose as long as he feel the gut wrenching pain you feel/felt.

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Till Forever Falls Apart — Ashe & FINNEAS https://music.apple.com/us/album/till-forever-falls-apart/1555175466?i=1555175468

Till forever falls apart ft. Finneas- about Bella Hadid, and your friendship and whatever happens how you will always have each other. The reminder that when sh*t hits the fan she’ll have you and you’ll have her. How you two are literally the same person and joint at the hip so much that you go through literally everything together and it brings you two closer every day. Overall about how lucky you are that whatever happens you have lived this beautiful life with each other and the people you love.

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MAYBE. — SIENNA SPIRO https://music.apple.com/us/album/maybe/1758232949?i=1758232955

Maybe- about Dylan O’Brien, and how all you wanted was his love and him to love your true self not his made up version of you. All the empty promises, and how unbelievable it is to think you used to love someone who lied and never cared for you. Wanting him to hurt like you did so you can treat him the way he treated you, with no sympathy. Not wanting to hear from him or for him to even think about you.

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THE GREATEST — Billie Eilish https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-greatest/1739659134?i=1739659145

The greatest- about Dylan, and the unbalanced relationship you two had towards the end. How you gave him everything mentally and physically and in return you got nothing. “Congratulating yourself” for being good and right for him and playing the game he was playing and living up to his made image of you that wasn’t the real you. Overall about how insecure you felt in the relationship but still gave your all made it seem like everything was “ perfect”.

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Dive — Olivia Dean https://music.apple.com/us/album/dive/1676252821?i=1676252825

Dive- last minute add in🤭 about Jensen ackles and how he understands you so well and your feelings are so strong for him you’re ready to risk everything to just dive into him and love him fully but also so scared of what could happen but the feeling of not caring is stronger.

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Felt Good About You — Gracie Abrams https://music.apple.com/us/album/felt-good-about-you/1773473685?i=1773473686

Felt good about you- about Dylan O’Brien and the complexities of your romantic relationship that begins with high hopes but gradually unravels into disappointment and regret.How in the beginning he made you believe he was this perfect lover boy but as you two were together longer that front soon unraveled and he showed his true colors.

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[pixeldistractions]

Jack Phoenix lived a pretty ordinary life. His brother caused all the drama that people talked about in their family. In fact, when all added up, Hayden had probably caused their parents enough stress for the both of them combined, so Jack felt it was his duty to be the stable twin.

The biggest stir Jack ever caused was dumping his high school girlfriend in his sophomore year of college. He had met the woman who would become his wife, whom he married and remained happily married to for all their years since. He didn’t become a pro sports star after high school and became a cop instead. Like his father, like any other number of thousands of men just like him. Like it was a Phoenix family tradition to aspire to greatness and fall just short. They were family people, hard-working people, and their family was strong.

His family was comfortable while remaining humble. He lived in a beautiful suburban home with his beautiful wife and three beautiful children. He built a treehouse for his kids in the backyard. He was a scout club leader on Saturday mornings. He had a job that fulfilled him and a rich network of friends.

And his dad was dying.

It was early, but not remarkably so. Micah had enjoyed his retirement for a few years—not as many years as he hoped. He met his grandchildren, but he didn’t get to spend as many years with them as he hoped. No matter how early or late, would it ever be enough time?

It happened slow for a while, and fast in the end. Micah learned the news of his terminal condition last summer, and he waited until the fall to tell his family. The first months felt so surreal for them all. They didn’t understand it, since he looked the same as ever, healthy as ever. They were sure the doctors were wrong. He would live longer than twelve months, they were sure of it.

Other things took priority, as life does. Jack and Hayden talked casually about putting together a little trip for their dad. He always wanted to see Brazil, or Japan, or Indonesia. He’d been basically nowhere and his bucket list was an eternity long.

They went back and forth about where, how long, how much it should cost. But soon Micah grew too tired for even walks around the neighborhood, content to sit and watch the birds. He was watching his life go by him, slipping past more rapidly now than ever.

They didn’t go soon enough, and before they knew it, Micah was too sick for Brazil, and then, too sick for even Hawaii.

He would leave this life having never seen the places he dreamed of.

It happens to the best of us.

Micah was far too humble, having spent the bulk of his middle age caring for his family. Jack could blame his brother for being so messy for so long, but that wouldn't help their situation. There was no way to turn back the clocks.

“It’s okay,” Micah told Jack. “I’m at peace with that. But you go. You see it all, whatever it is you want to see. Do what really matters. Do it now, not later. You never know when your time will run out.”

Until you finally do know, with certainty, exactly when your time will run out.

“I will, Dad,” Jack said. “I promise.”

The only thing Micah wanted now was to pass as painlessly as possible in his home, surrounded by the family he loved.

They were right about one thing. Micah Phoenix did last longer than the doctors foretold. He lived fourteen months instead of twelve.

It happened on September 29th, 2088. He was 66 years old.

— from “intermission: when time runs out” (1/3)

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[katiejacob]

Heroes vs. Villains: Finding Joy in Duality

My story begins like the heroine in any fairytale or epic adventure.  I grew up full of dreams and ideals, imagining exactly how my life was supposed to unfold. My childhood was spent in a place often referred to as Happy Valley; a picturesque corner of the Western United States that seemed straight out of a storybook.

The name wasn’t just a name—it was a mindset. Life there was neat, bright, and filled with smiles. People strove for perfection, for what they believed was heavenly. But beneath all that sunshine, there was a shadow. In a place so focused on the light, the darker sides of human nature don’t vanish—they get pushed underground where they’re allowed to grow and fester and cause unseen destruction.   

For most young women in Happy Valley, the path was simple: meet a prince, get married in a castle, and live happily ever after. And for a long time, I thought my life would follow that script too. But deep down, I wanted more. A power higher than myself knew the unrecognized yearnings of my soul and knew I needed to venture beyond the valley. My soul craved adventure, self-discovery, and the kind of strength that only comes from stepping into the unknown.

So, I did. I left home and became a journalist, trading the sheltered simplicity of Happy Valley for the unpredictable, fast-paced world of newsrooms across the country. It felt like stepping from the warmth of a hot tub into the shock of an icy pond. The transition was jarring. The world was messier, rawer, and far more complicated than I’d ever imagined.

Still, I held onto a certain naivety, believing that people were who they said they were. I trusted easily, thinking that even outside the valley, I’d somehow be protected from the darkness of the world. But life, as it often does, had other plans.

As my career grew and I gained recognition, I caught the attention of a man who made national headlines for his treatment of women. He set his sights on me, and my carefully constructed life was thrown into chaos. The experience forced me to confront the very darkness I’d spent so much of my life avoiding.

Everything I thought I knew about light and dark, good and evil, was turned on its head. I had to reexamine everything—about the world and about myself. It was painful and disorienting, but through that process, I discovered something profound: life isn’t about choosing between light and dark. It’s about learning to navigate the space where they coexist.

Without villains, there can be no heroes. Without shadow, the light doesn’t shine as brightly. The tension between the two isn’t something to fear—it’s something to embrace. It’s in this duality that we find the richness of life and, ultimately, our strength.

I’ve learned to trust myself in ways I never did before. I’ve learned that the brightest light comes after we’ve walked through the darkest nights. And I’ve learned to find joy in the contrast—the messiness, the struggle, and the beauty of it all.

I know I’m not alone in this. So many of us have faced our own villains and are still trying to find that light. I hope that the lessons and tools that I’ve learned while navigating the darkest chapters of my story will help you on your journey of healing and hope.

With all my love, Katie

[thatgirl4815]

Time for more crack theories but I was rewatching the preview for ep 11 so I could look at the scene with Boeing and Sand again and I don’t know if it’s just me but Boeing looks pretty genuine in that scene. I feel like in every scene we’ve seen of him so far he’s clearly seeming to be up to something by his facial expressions and even just by the tone of his voice but he kind of seems genuine in that preview (but then again it was literally like 2 seconds so who knows). It makes me wonder if Boeing actually wants revenge on Top not only for dumpling him but also for taking him away from Sand (even though it’s his own choice obviously). Like he blames Top for making him lose Sand especially since he dumped him 3 months later. So when he sees Sand again he takes this as his opportunity to try to get him back.

However I’ll include the holes in this theory since like I said it’s just a crack theory and Boeing is actually probably just here to cause messiness: Why would he have not tried to get back with Sand already if he regrets it and why would he continue to sleep with (platonically) and comfort Top

I agree, Boeing does seem genuine in the preview, either because he really is genuine in his feelings for Sand or this is all part of his scheme. It seems he did have strong feelings for Sand at one point, and their relationship was probably really good for awhile, but things went downhill the moment Top came onto the scene. Given Top’s reputation preceding the show, I wonder if it was a one-night stand situation that Sand found out about, SandBoeing broke up because of it, and then Boeing started dating Top? I’m curious how that whole situation went down, but I’m guessing we’ll get a flashback.

I think it’d be really cool (and messy) if we could see the TopBoeingSand dynamic. The tension would be TENSIONING hard, in a not-so-good way. I think Boeing could plausibly blame Top for taking Sand away from him if he hadn’t committed to a relationship with him. That to me implies that it wasn’t just a “mistake” but something Boeing wanted to the point of deliberately ruining his relationship with Sand (the question is: how long was Boeing cheating with Top before Sand found out?). I really wanna see Sand lay into Boeing for that, because whether he regrets it or not, Boeing is still a cheater. Of course, we don’t have the full context so I don’t wanna jump to any conclusions, but knowing Top and now Boeing, I’m inclined to think Boeing deserves some hate for this.

Why would he have not tried to get back with Sand already if he regrets it and why would he continue to sleep with (platonically) and comfort Top

^I agree this seems like the biggest hole in the theory, as I alluded to above about the TopBoeing dynamic. In some twisted, selfish way, I could see Boeing taking the blame off of himself and pushing it all off on Top, possibly even as a way of trying to get Sand to forgive him. If Boeing is genuine about wanting Sand back, that would just make it all the more satisfying when Sand rejects him though (I say when not if because I choose to believe Sand will reject Boeing and live happily ever after with Ray).

Anyways, I like where your head is at, and though I hope this plot point gets resolved relatively quickly, I’d be interested to see if Boeing’s feelings for Sand OR Top are genuine right now…it was hard to get a reading on him last ep.

[the-river-rix]

001 for ummmm....who are those guys you talk about?..... do them :]

Anon I’m not sure who you mean but I took a guess assuming you’re one of my Starkid/Tcb moots. Tysm for the ask this was very fun!!

Screwy Bastard (Wayne/Nick) from Bandstand

When I first started shipping them: Over a year ago, the first time I watched Bandstand

Thoughts: OUGHHHH I have so many thoughts. I adore these two they’re very special to me. I love a good bitchy married couple vibe. I love relationships where they are opposites and the same all at once. They have what the other needs, and they fit perfectly as a result. I love healing together. I love fighting. I love the historical context of their relationship (and how being queer complicates it). I love that they both have a aspect of their various traumas and neurodivergence (Nick- trust/vunerability Wayne- physical touch/vunerability) that they struggle with in relationships except for (to an extent) one another.

What about them makes me happy: Their banter and bitchiness makes me happy. I think they’re so silly. Also just like their softness with each other. Their physical affection and just how well they know each other. Also subtle moments of jealousy.

What about them makes me sad: They’re both quite tragic characters to me so they both make me sad separately as well as together. I guess just the knowledge that they could never safely be open and definitely experience a lot of prejudice (external and internal) especially because of the specific intensity of 50s anti-queerness. Also Wayne’s messy ass divorce definitely causes complications. Idk it’s hard to put everything into words, ultimately they make me more happy than sad.

Dislikes in fics: I don’t like when fics take away or soften how mean they can be to each other. I think there’s definitely a softness in their relationship but they also love bullying each other. I’m also not a huge fan of them knowing each other in highschool/dating in highschool. There’s no reason for it, it’s just not for me.

What I look for in fics: I am not picky otherwise, because there’s so little fanfic out there. I’m a big fan of fics about the night at the Astor and character studies (especially involving Wayne’s suicidal tendencies).

Who else you ship them with: No one 💀

Happily ever after?: I think they sort of get their happily ever after in canon. Living together, playing with the band. I like to think that they just get to exist free of outside pressures or lavender scare policies.

Big spoon/little spoon: I think they alternate big spoon and little spoon. When Nick is having a better night he’s the little spoon, when he’s having a bad night and needs a sense of control he’s a big spoon. Similar with Wayne.

Fav nonsexual activity: I think their favorite non-sexual activity is playing together or debating/bickering.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

idk why this bugs me a bit but I really don’t like when you see art or writing that delves into the dynamic between characters in a less positive way - like an argument, or clashes between coping mechanisms, or a miscommunication that causes some problems and doesn’t get immediately resolved - and you get people saying stuff like “oh they’re so fucked up” or “this would not be healthy irl but here it’s cute” and I just. what do you think a healthy relationship looks like. it’s never going to be perfect. people disagree. not everything gets resolved perfectly. sometimes there will be parts of a person you will never completely understand no matter how close you are to them. what matters is communicating in the ways that you can (which isn’t always in the way help books or therapists tell you to btw! there are lots of ways to communicate effectively that are specific to who you are as people), making active efforts to show your care (which yes, sometimes isn’t easy. that’s why it’s an effort), and enjoying this person’s company (they should make you feel good to be around overall! clashing a little is okay but they should not make you miserable!)

anyways I guess it also irritates me because I see these kinds of comments a lot under studies having to do with characters struggling with trauma or mental illness and therefore not communicating in necessarily healthy or productive ways and maybe always having issues that do not get resolved perfectly and I really can’t stand it. we already live in a world where people have to pretend to be fine all the time. I’m quite flattered when people are comfortable enough with me to let that veneer go. they feel safe around me! what a compliment! I always feel like that’s so much more than I deserve. sure things can be uncomfortable at times and I do sometimes have to say “I can’t listen or help right now but please tell me later” and that’s ok! because we all want to make sure we’re safe for each other to come talk to. to be honest with. a little personal discomfort at times is worth it. always.

people are messy. you’ve got to let people be messy. friendships, relationships, etc, they take time and effort from everyone involved. learning to manage less than ideal situations actually is going to help you draw better boundaries against things that are actually “fucked up” or toxic than expecting perfection, or for a happily ever after where all the conflicts you started out with get resolved.

idk. it’s just. people you care about deserve to not have to be ideal around you. likewise you deserve to have to not be ideal around them. isn’t that. the whole point of someone knowing your soul? the ugliness? and the way it’s a package deal with the rest of you? I would like to learn you. I don’t just want your scraps. I want every part of the whole I asked for. I will learn to manage the sharper edges.

[thehighpriestess1]

Where do l even begin we have so much to go over!

First off I TOTALLY KNEW THAT SNEAK PEEK WAS A DREAM I DEFINITELY WASNT IN SHAMBLES 🤧 I’m hoping this dream isn’t a premonition if what’s to come.

Their argument, as soon as Satoru said "as a mother," I did a facepalm and knew he was about to say some fucked up shit. He definitely dropped the ball and didn't have to come at Y/N like that, only for him to ignore her after? I'm so glad Jerry put him in his place holy shit. He has his demons, they both do but... is he really surprised? His unfortunate childhood was the cause of his but he's the cause of Y/N's trauma. Especially when he punished her for it exactly the same way he did when he chose Utahime? Ghosting her while she sat there, waiting for him to choose her after placing trust in their relationship. My heart really broke for our girl and I’m glad that she at least had Jerry to advocate for her. Y/N is out of her element and has all the odds against her living in his estate since no one but Jerry could talk to Gojo like that and get away with it. BEST NANNY AND ID DIE FOR JERRY! He’s the real MVP of the chapter tbh.

His father is a piece of work, if the work in question acted and smelled like shit. When Satoru realized after Y/N was unknowingly repeating words his mother probably told his father I could see it really broke him. At that moment he probably felt like his father and while we know Gojo is nothing like that man, the thought of becoming his father probably terrifies him to pieces. I wonder why Gojo’s mother left without him, I’m sure his father would’ve been much more upset since his heir would’ve been taken from him if she took him but I wonder if Gojo looks at it like abandonment or if he understood why she did what she did and didn’t blame her for it. Children are more observant than we give them credit for and they know when things aren’t going well so I wonder how kid Gojo saw the entire thing. We really only got Jerry’s interpretation of the events since Gojo doesn’t talk about it. I hope he does, maybe it’d help if he opened up to Y/N more.

Satoru showing his jealous side had me giggling like he was pretty fucked up for sending that guy overseas just because he got jealous but I just know he looked hot doing it, so 🤭 (I'm ignoring the fact it's a huge red flag that he gets annoyed and jealous when Y/N interacts with any man that's not him or Jerry)

Now Yuri.. one thing about roaches is they don't fuck off and are always around when they're not wanted. This entire situation is so messy, Satoru was an idiot for letting her get that close but can we really blame him? I hate to say it but she seemed to make him feel a bit better when Y/N was presumed She even stopped one of his attempts. I really wonder how Satoru is going to fix this because she seems REALLY confident in her ability to hurt Y/N and Keisuke. Maybe there's a rat amongst them that helps her out? I feel like her texts are pretty damning evidence that she made it up but is the trust that's currently between Y/N and Satoru gonna be enough for her to believe him? Knowing Satoru, he probably won’t show her anything and try keeping her as far away from everything as he can. I’m hoping he learned his mistakes about hiding everything from Y/N because look what that got them last time! But maybe it’s not that simple, knowing that bitch Yuri it won’t be. Is Yuri so delusional that she genuinely things she'll have her happily ever after if she separates them ESPECIALLY AFTER THREATENING HIS SON? I hope she gets what's coming to her but I know she wouldn’t act out her plan without thinking it through. It seems like her goal now is more like just getting rid of Y/N completely and not just trying to get Satoru, which i’m sure she still wants, but it seems she’s more driven by her hatred of Y/N more than anything. This truly seems like a test about the strength of Gojo and Y/N’s relationship more than anything. Their growth as both people and as partners will truly be tested.

Can Y/N and Gojo just fuck without Naoya, Hiro and Yuri plotting some ominous villain type shit texts after? LEAVE THEM ALONE (the smut was so GOOD, I love the fact he worshipped her body, it's been about 3 months and I know that people don't always bounce back so it was just really nice to see some post partum body worship) You already know Gojo made up for their year apart that entire day, the both of them were STRESSED 🤭

I adore their domestic scenes, I love that during the previous chapters, Y/N seemed wary to make plans too far into the future with Gojo because she didn't even know if she was going to stay with him. Now she agreed to another kid with him if Keisuke ended up being a Daddy's boy. I sincerely hope they all make it to see the results of this bet. They’ve been through so much they’re due an early retirement at this point. But knowing August nothing is that simple. 🤭 Y/N also openly acknowledging Gojo as her husband and wearing the clothes he got her? I just know he was screaming and jumping for joy on the inside. All that’s left is the ring 😭

What I do know, is that Gojo would rather die than lose Y/N. I can’t imagine he’d comply with Yuri’s demands and he’d gladly lay his life on the line to protect his family. Maybe that’s how it’ll go, if they do a family photo shoot or if Y/N gets pregnant again after their day long session and those will be the only things she gets from Gojo at the end 😭 oh I’m making myself sad as if that’s what’s gonna happen but I don’t even know LOL

I feel like I probably missed something but my essay has gotten long enough! Thank you again for writing this fic and for sharing your work with us. I hope that you’re doing well and I can’t wait for the following update, the REAL finale! You truly know how to write a story ❤️🥰

Gojo went really mad when he implied that y/n was not a good mother. He is just too protective of her and Keisuke but he needs to learn to trust her. JERRY IS THE MVP!!!!! He had seen this film before and he was hell bent on changing the outcome this time!!

Gojo really had a panic attack when he heard y/n say those words and that's when his actions dawned on him. He realised that HE could hurt y/n if he wasn't careful and that's the last thing he wanted.

Gojo's mother left him because she knew she could not take him with her and she had to choose between protecting her unborn child or staying at the estate and she felt since she couldn't save Satoru he was going to save the other one. Somewhere because of that Gojo has abandonment issues and that reflects in his toxic jealousy. He cannot imagine y/n choosing any other man over him so he removes the "obstacles" himself. Total red flag but a hot red flag.

Gojo was never happy without y/n. Yuri distracted him with alcohol and drugs and just her presence. She did petty work for him and she did save his life which is why she thinks he owes his life to her. Since according to her y/n took his life and she saved it. She has worked with Gojo for a year and she knows the in and out of the business. She wouldn't just threaten Gojo without holding all the good cards. She knows Gojo's weaknesses and triggers very well and she is not afraid to use them. She knows there are trust issues and things are complicated because of Keisuke. But losing y/n would kill Gojo.

They needed that time together and they are opening up to each other physically and emotionally. Y/n acknowledging Gojo as her husband was the biggest confident boost and you'll see in the next part what he does about it ;) Sometimes dreams are premonitions.... sometimes they are just dreams ;)

[anitabyars]

New Release

Rafferty (Pittsburgh Titans, Book #15)

Sawyer Bennett

Synopsis:

Rafferty Abrams has been having the time of his life since joining the Pittsburgh Titans, but a poorly thought out one-night stand is about to cause unwanted drama with potentially serious repercussions.

As a member of the Pittsburgh Titans, I’m afforded a certain level of leniency in my behavior. The perks of being a celebrity, I suppose. But a run-in with my “one-night stand turned borderline stalker” has me crossing all sorts of lines with a beautiful but unsuspecting grocery store employee. When I surprise the complete stranger with a giant kiss and quiet plea to help a guy out, she not only plays along but gets my blood racing like I’ve never experienced before. Score one for Rafferty Abrams.

Temperence Martin isn’t just the stunning girl in the international foods aisle. Tempe is also a devoted daughter taking a break from college to help her mother as she heals from a serious accident. That includes making sure her younger brother stays on track with school and keeping everything running at home. To say she’s burning the candle at both ends is an understatement, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t see the spark in her eyes after our spontaneous make out session. That’s exactly what has me coming back for more, even if I use that pesky stalker as my excuse.

As we get to know one another, I realize a fake relationship just isn’t going to work. I want something other than a ruse, something real, and lucky for me, so does Tempe. But when my mistake of a hookup starts telling lies in retaliation for my alleged betrayal, things get messy. For me and for Tempe, who has found herself embroiled in a love triangle that doesn’t even exist. I can only hope Tempe isn’t scared away by the baggage I unintentionally brought to our relationship because the truth is, I saw my happily ever after with her the first time our lips met.

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My Review

5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Another riveting installment in the Pittsburgh Titans series! Rafferty’s fake relationship, obsessive stalker, protective hero, hockey romance. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, filled with both hilarious, heartwarming and tender moments and there were a couple of unexpected twists. The chemistry between the characters was electric, and I couldn’t put this book down until the very end. I absolutely adored it!

This is Rafferty Abrams and Temperence “Tempe” Martin’s journey and it was so Hot!!!

Rafferty Abrams, a new player with the Titans, finds himself in a predicament. A previous one-night stand, doesn’t seem to comprehend that he’s not interested. Seeking a way to escape, he impulsively steals a kiss from Tempe, a down to earth grocery store clerk at a local grocery store. To his surprise, Tempe agrees to play along, to deter a woman who’s been stalking him. This unexpected meet-cute is the sexiest and sweetest encounter ever! The fake relationship they agree upon to ward off his stalker quickly evolves into a swoon-worthy romance that is as heartfelt as it is entertaining. I absolutely adored these two together, as their connection leads to a journey of unexpected, friendships, passion, romance, love, and so many fun and wonderful moments.

I’m a huge fan of fake dating, and this one was absolutely amazing! It was so steamy, romantic, and filled with all the feels that had me rooting for their happily-ever-after. Worth all the stars!!!

[sweetmusingss]

Renee took your hand in hers after listening to what you said, grateful that you opened up to her about this. She wanted to get to know you better on every level. “Well, I am sorry that things ended so messy for you both but I am more than grateful that you are here now. All that allowed for me to be here with you. Part of me is sorry for causing more drama in your relationship but I can’t lie, it really boosts my ego to know you were so obsessed with me,” she uses her free hand to pretend to flip her hair, a huge smile on her face before she looked back at you fondly. “I can’t believe that you didn’t know that I was fully into girls, though. I am for the girls and the gays, only,” she smirked. She honestly hadn’t dated a guy in a long time, always feeling much more comfortable around women. Right now, there was only one woman she wanted to date too and she was staring at her.

“Baby, you have no idea how obsessed I was. It was honestly pretty sad. I was convinced you were just flirting for the sake of flirting and I was having such a sad lesbian moment.” I giggle, bringing her hand up to my lips and kissing it gently. “I’m happy I’m here too. I was really debating going to the Mean Girls premiere, I had my ex’s voice in my head and I didn’t want to piss her off more considering we just got on good terms... but I couldn’t keep worrying about her since she was the one who ended it and I was fucking desperate to see you so I went with my gut and my heart and well, here we are... and I don’t regret my choices one bit.” I smile at her lovingly, feeling like we were way closer than me and my ex had ever been and it has only been a week. “I didn’t know you were like fully into girls until pretty recently actually... Not My Fault definitely solidified it for me and I was like ‘get me on that motherfucking plane, I have a girl to see.’ My manager really loved those slew of phone calls.” I chuckle quietly, rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand softly as we hold hand across the table. “Was your last ex a boy or a girl? And why did it end? Hopefully nothing as dramatic as mine.” 

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“You look really good,” I smile, checking you out a bit before meeting your eyes again and nodding. “Yes, let’s do it,” I say, stepping out of my apartment with you and locking the door behind me. I walk to the elevator with you, walking close enough to you that our shoulders were brushing. I was getting more comfortable with being affectionate with you and you hadn’t signaled that it was too much for you, which I loved. I didn’t know if you had specific spots in mind to show me today but I was happily going to follow you around all day, eager to spend more time with you.

Seb couldn’t help but feel his cheeks flush just a bit at your compliment and your obvious ogling, loving how you were so obvious and blunt with your attraction to him and your flirting. He follows you to the elevator, pressing the down button and stepping in with you, glancing down at you. “I want you to forget everything that you’ve seen on tv about NYC, okay? Today you’re going to see the real NYC. Not the huge bright billboards of Times Square or the god-awful hansom cab rides in Central Park... I’m gonna show you the real NYC experience. Do you trust me?” His eyes were bright blue and his smile was wide as he looks down at you, hoping that you’d go along with whatever he said today because he knew he could show you a good time. He loved his city and he wanted to show you how amazing it could be even without doing all the top tourist-y things. 

[destinygoldenstar]

The Spitfire Twins Are Growing Up

Toddler-hood is done for these two spitfire twins. Our two aggressive angry twins.

Happy birthday you two!!

Ruby is the heir, so of course her first trait is hot headed. It’s the only one of the three available for kids. And you know what? Makes perfect sense for her anyway as our feisty practical queen. And she’s a Social Butterfly because the heir skill needed is Charisma. And this might help. I usually ignore the child aspirations, but this is an exception.

And Kian… at random, is ALSO a hot head. Wow.

Yeah, this is why I call them the Spitfire Twins. Later in, I’m definitely making their traits different. But I’m fine with this cause it makes sense for them both.

They BOTH have significant anger problems and have AWFUL emotional control. (If one of these twins die, I’m gonna be so upset. I hope I didn’t jinx anything.)

This is Ruby and Kian.

Ruby is a deep regal crimson red. Kian is a bright fiery red.

Ruby loves the color red. Kian loves red and orange. They both love affection, arguing and complaining. And discussing their interests. In Rubys case, debating and fairy tales. In Kians case, music. Ruby loves stories, specifically love related stories full of shipping content. It’s also a trait she inherited from her father being a famous writer. Kian loves music, energetic and rock music in particular. He loves singing and dancing.

Personality wise, they’re both hot heads. They both have anger problems and actually bond through bickering. It’s their way of communicating.

Ruby (the heir) is the more practical of the two. She’s a feisty stubborn young girl who works for what she wants. She has glasses, she wore them since she was an infant, she can sometimes be wild with her brother when she wants to, and she’s a bit of a glutton, and a messy one at that. It’s not ‘fitting for an attractive lady’, and she wants to hide these parts of her. Doesn’t know how yet in childhood. She grew up in a successful family of her mother being a genius scientist and her father being a famous author. She heavily looked up to them due to this, and she was around to witness the proposal of her parents, and their wedding, seeing ‘the ideal life’. Ideal life involving people changing the world positively, and finding the perfect love interest to ‘get married and live happily ever after’. It’s shown as the ultimate perfect outcome in her life, and the bedtime stories her father read to her. So therefore she must have a life like that as well.

(But due to gen rules: None of her dates are that perfect love interest)

She’s very upfront and blunt. Intelligent-wise and emotional-wise. She also has a sailor mouth cause why is a nine year old swearing so much already?! (That’s how you know she’s Peppers kid) She cares a lot about her own image. And she’s a determined girl who values the perfection of her own life and those around her.

She also has a hard time understanding the phrase “I love you”

She thinks that’s only a romantic thing to say. That people who say it mean it to their romantic partners only. That romance love is the only form of ‘love’. Maybe she’ll learn that it’s not, and embrace family love, especially for her twin brother. Who knows?

Kian is a wild kid with wild dreams. Like his twin sister, he has anger issues, and aggression problems. But he openly has a sunny side, and is far more naturally social in platonic sense. He’s almost always full of energy and isn’t afraid to show it, be reckless, and be weird. He’s also full of pride in himself, and doesn’t like to admit when he’s kind of a meat head. He’s very protective of people he cares about. He loves his sister, (even if as a toddler, he took too much influence from the cat and showed that love by biting), and will fight people who hurt her. Or disrespect his parents in any way. He will be nice. Very nice. You can bully him all you want if you want. But if you do anything mean to his sister, or his friends, he WILL FIGHT YOU. He’s also more loose in his dreams than his sister. He is a HUGE music guy. Maybe a music nerd? And is so devoted to trying to come up with music of his own. Especially rock music. It might turn into his own career one day.

They also both love cats. They adore their cat guardian, Bubbles.

These twins, despite their issues, despite them loving to bicker and fight, love each other more than they can put into words.

Rose Gen is gonna be wild with these two. I just know it.