BreakTheStars
Bio
she/her | permanently lost in my own plotlines | occasionally write things that resemble a story | full-time procrastinator | expert in emotional self-sabotage.
I like my men like I like my coffee—tall, bitter, and ready to ruin my life in ways that’ll keep me coming back for more. My women? Also tall and emotionally unavailable (but in a hot, "I’m about to break your heart " kind of way). and if you couldn’t tell from my fics—I might have a teensy, tiny oral fixation (read: it’s a personality trait at this point). I run on sarcasm, winter weather, and the unhinged panic of writing 7k words before my laptop dies. My OCs are unwell in every way, and my pacing? Slow. My characters? Even slower, because they’re too busy pining and being oblivious. I’m all about the slow burn, and by the time we get to the climax (of the plot, obviously :/ ), you’ll have aged a decade and forgotten what warmth feels like.
Thing I will die on a hill for:
- The slow burn is better than an instant flame. Don’t argue with me.
- Prove me wrong: Bad boys with soft spots are superior. Period.
- The chase is better than the catch. Fight me.
- If they’re not fighting the fact that they are in love with everything they have—physically, emotionally, and mentally—are they even in love?
- The only reason to write fluff is to destroy it with immediate angst right after. Fight me again!
- Angst is best served with an unhealthy dose of sarcasm, sexual frustration, and existential dread.What I write:
Enemies to lovers with bite and teeth (sometimes literal)
Slow-burns🔥that make you want to scream at your screen and then hug it
Dual POV with enough inner monologue to legally qualify as therapy
Teasing so sharp it cuts and smut that heals (and then cuts again)
I spent way too long on this...