#bbd mc

[thx-fls]

it was easy with Amelia

until it wasn't .

i miss her i want my bestie baaack 😭

[bluebiree]

MC's family past speculations.

Warnings: cussing, opinions, Thanos.

Note: Really, there are numerous reasons why MC doesn't speak to her family much. It could just be that she doesn't want to worry them with the night shift job she's on, simple as that— But that's boring. Let's wear out our mind beans over miniscule details together ❤️‍🩹

To get started, there's evidence of people, most likely her family, sending handwritten messages to MC during a scene. (Took me ages to find the clip through a YT video for some reason, holy balls)

There are quite a few assumptions in these concepts (as every theory does lol) since MC's past isn't very prevalent throughout the story so far, so this is merely a few rough premotions thrown around as food for thought.

And before this rant starts, here's color coded things to rate how likely they are to be canon in my PERSONAL opinion! This doesn't mean I'm not open to feedback tho ofc

Green: Solid 8-10/10 possibility of occuring.

Orange: Perchance. 4-7/10

Red: Whatever you say beautiful!! 0-3/10.

Blue: What is bro on 🫵😂 (plot twist) ∞/10

1. MC's family was reaaally strict.

Her parents may have put pressure on her to go to college, achieve something super difficult, yata yata... Y'know the jist. This would've led her to have break free from those expectations weighing her down and go off to do her own thing. For example— Ditch college. Whether it'd have been early or not at all, her parents would've freaked. Hell, she could've only gotten hair dyed. The point is, she went off on her own at some point and avoided direct contact at all costs to not deal with their cruel comments about her life. "You could've been a doctor...", "What happened to our sweet girl?", "I'm disappointed you turned out like this". No one wants to hear that, meanie weenie 💔🥀

Little on the basic side, but I wanted to start off more realistic.

2. They neglected her.

I'm talking full on "fend for yourself" kinda neglect. Yeah, it's far fetched a teensy tiiiny bit, but never say never! This means she'd have learned basic necessities from scratch, like, making food, bathing, doing school, getting to places alone at a young age... Ik this case, she might've had a sibling that was "better", or they worked too much to give a shit (likely the 2nd). If they compared her to her sibling and never paid attention to her as a person, it'd be annoying as hell, so again, she might've left the minute she scraped up enough money ORRRR if someone was nice enough to let her room with them... *wiggles eyebrows* (COUGH Amelia). If not this, and they just acted like she didn't exist until she got older and "gained value". Probably got immediately kicked out at 18. Maybe a bit younger if she was emancipated. And for a more fun detail: MC'S parents dropped her off at the grandparents' home, so they raised her as well! Not extraordinarily, but just enough so she could pick up on skills easier. She never gave away too many home life details since she wasn't super talkative, which means he grandparents' didn't know. That, OR there were signs, it's just that they didn't care either (nonchalant ass family 💔)

To add onto this, we're gonna swing back on that theory of her D.I.D. theory and say she developed this during childhood to cure her loneliness. The alter could've started out as a character she'd play in front of her parents to "protect" herself, like how a parent would shield their child from the cruel world. (Must... Spread... MC having D.I.D....Propaganda...)

3. Her parents told her to settle for less.

Ahhh, the classic Debby downers. Who really likes pessimistic goals?? We'd all love to aim for the best option! She wanted more out of this life. However, her parents didn't want her to get hurt if she failed. Instead of fueling her fire, they tried snuffing it out completely and getting her to go for something "normal". Miss MC didn't appreciate their lack of support. Whether she understood the reasoning behind their actions is up to you, but what matters is the parents approach to the situation. If they tore her down, that's obviously going to drive any child away, so she, again, avoided them. She might've tried to explain herself at first— why she kept going, why they shouldn't treat her like the way they do. They didn't care to listen, because they "knew best". When she landed her current job, that's when the once vibrant world went dark. It had been gradually getting dimmer some time as life got harder, but that moment of applying for the job was when she realized... they were right. She wasn't going to fulfill her dreams. Who was she, anyway? Just some Joe Shmoe with overgrown hope and delusions larger than reality. Not the main character on some cliche coming of age movie who'd achieved their goal and live happily ever after.

4. Parents were overprotective ASFFF

How am I supposed to know what's riiight? Just gotta do it your wayyy... Ok, this one's easy to tackle. Basically, they were too overbearing and cautious to the point they drove her away. That could be an explanation on why she has cautious tendencies AND why they sent mail in the past! "But if they're just overprotective, why'd she cut nearly all contact?" Good question! Imagine an overprotective family... Now, multiply that by 50. It's that bad. And to add some extra seasoning to this horrific mix, let's say they also have traditional views! Yes, you read that right. Poor girl's taking two at once (not Lane and BB, unfortunately). Dealing with people like that is hard enough as is, but they STALK YOU TOO?! She left the second she could and skipped townSSS, even states to escape their wrath! Almost skipped countries, but she was too broke for all that... They found her anyway, as we can see. This time, however, she stood her ground and made sure they understood the law would get involved if they didn't give her enough space. They DID listen to that, at least. Now, she's left with issues to unpack all on her own.

This also gives her extra fuel to be mad at Lane for making those stupid comments.

5. She had a normal childhood.

6. Her past stays open ended.

This is probably the most likely one tbh. I don't hate it, actually.

In conclusion, these all lead back to Rome— her difficulty making connections with people is tied to the past. Or she could just not have a strong desire for that kind of thing, no one really knows, except Laly lol. I almost thought of expanding a little more on this topic, but each one I thought of was less and less coherent, much less plausible. It provided me great amusement, though.

Last note, her past COULD be a mix of a few of these concepts.

Thanks for reading to this point! It means a lot :)))

[stimulatory]

hold this thread as i walk away

first time fic posting !!! last semester i took a creative writing class so ive gotten really into writing again which means... bbd fic... please keep in mind it is HIGHLY INDULGENT and i wrote it solely for myself (and i will continue to do so i fear) and i am not at all familiar with how to go about posting fics but! i really liked how it was turning out so i thought id share it !! i will also mention i started it a few months ago and just got around to finishing it, so if anything reads weird or sounds odd just blame it on that...

more info before you read: it is lane and caz (my sona) focused, from lane's pov! its not x reader or self-insertable soz. its around 2.7k words! i do hope you enjoy it ^_^!

She makes her presence known with the slamming of the staff door--once to open it, again to close it. Lane doesn't even have to glance up at her to know she's in a particularly pissy mood tonight.

"Wow, babe, slamming doors only an hour into the shift, huh? That time of the month?"

He immediately knows he fucked up by the sharp exhale from her nose.

"Do not fucking say that to me."

His mouth automatically snaps shut, and he can't help but wince as another slam rings out, this time from the employee door that leads to the back alley.

"… Fuuuuck," he hisses. "Great job, Lane. Fucking idiot."

He idles for a few long moments, silently debating if it's worth it, before leaning up off the wall to go follow her.

He finds Caz outside, sitting low on some random box with her arm propped on her knee, hand on her forehead. He knows she hears him, but she doesn't react to his presence at all. He pretends that he's only there for a smoke break and uses the opportunity to gather his nerve.

Haltingly, Lane broaches the topic, "Yo, uh, look. I'm sorry. I didn't… it was a dumb joke," he clears his throat awkwardly, horrifically unused to this. "It's just… you know. The stupid shit I say. I didn't mean it."

She lets out a long sigh, sitting up to lean back against the wall of the building, staring ahead at the graffiti on the opposite wall.

"It's fine, it's whatever."

"… Didn't sound like whatever to me?"

Finally, she tips her head towards him, looking up in resignation.

"It wasn't, but it's whatever now. I dunno. Too much work to stay angry at shit, especially when it comes out of your stupid mouth."

Lane snorts, "Yep, that's alllll me, babe. 'Lane and his stupid fucking mouth', heard it a thousand times."

"More like a million. But, yeah. Whatever. It's all relationships are, y'know. You piss each other off, you apologize for it and promise not to do it again, but you'll both probably end up fuckin' it up again next week. You forgive 'em anyway," she sniffs, sticking her hands in the front pocket of her apron. She's sensitive to the cold, he's started to notice.

"We a relationship to you?"

Finally, she huffs out a quiet laugh. Thank God.

"You're aware 'relationship' is a general term? Like.. platonic, familial, too?"

"And romantic," he grins, falling into their typical back-and-forth easily. "I just like hearing what I wanna hear."

She only shakes her head at him, but at least there's a smile on her face now.

"So… uh, we good?" he asks slowly, after a beat of silence.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, we're good, babe," she mimics his earlier tone, amusement in her voice, before she's abruptly serious again. "Just don't ever say shit like that to me again. I mean it. I know I just talked 'bout forgivin' and everythin', but there's shit I can tolerate and shit I can't. This is something I can't."

Lane swallows. It's kinda hot when she's mean to him, but she'd probably get annoyed again if he said that now. Though, it is really fun to hear that accent of hers come out. It doesn't happen often, but, damn, when it does? Definitely hot.

"Yeah. Yeah, got it. Noted," he acquiesces. It's not hard to find other shit to bother her with, anyway. Best not to die on this hill of all places.

Caz suddenly jolts as a rush of air rolls through the narrow alley, and she curls further into herself.

"You not used to the cold or something?" he questions, curious as ever about her but trying to go about it in a way that didn't make it obvious he cared.

"Ugh," she grumbles, breath a visible puff of smoke, "I'm from the south, of course I'm cold. It's November. Back home, it'd still be seventy fuckin' degrees right now."

He opens his mouth.

"Do not say some shit like 'Ohhh, but Caz, I can warm you uuuup~'," she takes on this fake whiny voice that is apparently mimicking him, hugging herself in dramatic fashion.

He closes his mouth.

Then he can't help but let out an almost baffled laugh, "Shit, are you pre-firing me now? You that in love with me already?"

She deadpans at him, "Madly."

He blinks. She is clearly joking.

Right?

"Hah, of course. You hear those wedding bells chiming, too?" It's easier to just joke back--keep their little game going--than to wonder about the implications. Who cares? He doesn't. Obviously.

In lieu of continuing their joke, she hisses when there's another breeze, "All I hear is fuckin' wind," she hugs herself tighter. "No, like, seriously. How the fuck are your arms not freezing right now? I have on three layers if you count the apron, and I'm still fucking cold."

Genuinely, he doesn't remember the last time he's met a woman that swears as much as she does. Like, come on, three 'fuck's in one sentence? He's jokingly "scolded" her for it countless times, but she always just tells him to go fuck himself. Honestly? He thought it was one of her charm points--another thing he finds hot. He won't ever admit that, though.

"Wellllll, Caz, if you must know," he tilts his head with a smirk. She's just given him the perfect opportunity. He uncrosses his arms, letting the cold flow over his bare skin, "I'm just so strong, you know. What sort of man cries over a little cold? I can handle it just fine. No biggie. Of course a woman would--"

"Ohhh my fucking god," she groans as soon as she realizes her mistake. "Shut uuup. Literally has nothing to do with my fucking gender, you freak, as I, like, just said, I am from South Carolina. We don't have winter there. It doesn't even matter how long I've lived here either, I still get cold. It's just in my genes or some bullshit."

"… I know something else that could be in your jeans."

Caz abruptly shoots to her feet, stepping forward to stand right in front of him. She's almost as tall as him in those heavy boots she wears. He knows they give her a couple inches, he-- uh, totally didn't check when she wasn't paying attention or anything. Who cares if a woman is that tall? But it doesn't even matter, 'cause she isn't. He has got to see her out of them so he can finally know how big their height difference really is. Like, how far would she have to tilt her head back to look up at him?

She stares right back at him, unflinchingly, her glare deepening as she probably guesses exactly what he's thinking.

"I hope a fucking airplane turbine falls onto your bed when you're sleeping and crushes you horribly. I hope you suffer terribly and your body is mangled beyond recognition."

Lane immediately whistles, "Woah, babe, is that a movie reference? Girls watch those? No wayyy!"

"Oh, fuck off. As if you've watched Donnie Darko and actually understood it, you fucking imbecile."

"Duh. It's just time travel and shit, right? Not that hard to get," he lies. He has no fucking clue what the ending of that movie actually meant--he even looked it up once and still didn't really get it.

She rolls her eyes, "Uh-huh, you definitely understand deus ex machina and the concept of timeline manipulation and the difference between the tangent and primary universes."

Wow, that's a lot of words. He totally understands them all. Totally. He nods as if he's actually following what she's saying.

Instead of continuing to test him, she lets him off the hook with a snort, a knowing look in her eye, "Yeah, that's what I thought. That's why I'm the one with a college degree."

"Tch, like your art degree or whatever makes you sooo much smarter than me. You probably just… took a whole lot of bullshit classes, right? Like, intro to gender studies, or some shit," he scoffs, finally breaking their eye contact to gaze off at the end of the alley. Whatever--he doesn't care if she's smarter than him. That shit's all 'subjective' anyway, right? Though, it really does beg the question how she ended up here, of all places, with him. Shouldn't someone with some fancy degree be able to get a job that actually pays her well?

"For your information, I actually have taken a class like that, and I do think I am smarter for it."

His eyes flick back to her, "Then why are you here?" he can't help but ask. Then, he internally winces at how harsh it sounded. He didn't mean it like that--he just wants to know more about her.

He watches the way her smug face visibly falls, and she finally steps away to stand beside him instead so that she can lean against the wall. She crosses her arms and hides her hands, obviously still cold.

"… Whatever. Maybe it was all bullshit. Four years of my life, and for what? To have fuckin' no one show up to my graduation? To struggle for a full year to get a job, and when I finally do, it's got absolutely nothing to do with anything I've learned? To then only get paid minimum wage on top of that? Right. Completely worth all the student loans I still have to pay back," she laughs bitterly.

Shit.

He can't even enjoy the satisfaction he feels at hearing her (indirectly and vaguely) admit he was right about something because he's clearly upset her again, in a different way this time.

Ugh. Is this seriously the only thing he's good at anymore? Fucking it all up?

"… Uh. Yo, my bad. Again. It's just-- I meant… like, you don't seem like you should be here. You should be doing some stupid fancy art stuff that I don't get. Something… better. Like, you know that shit where people just pour paint randomly all over a canvas and get thousands of dollars for it? Because it's 'abstract' or whatever?" Once again, all he can do is attempt some shitty joke and hope it lands. Hey, she said she'd forgive him anyway, right?

Miraculously, it seems she will. Again. She rubs a hand across her face before suddenly laughing at the absurdity of it all, "The fuck you know about abstract art?"

Then, before he can say anything else, she launches into an impromptu lecture, "No, yeah, I agree. Some of it is totally fuckin' pretentious bullshit. Not all of it is. There's plenty of stuff out there that seems like 'anyone could do it', but it's about the meaning behind it, the… emotions put into it. You know, the thought that counts," she pauses briefly at this, glancing at him for some reason, before immediately continuing, "but instead, some assholes are just like 'Yeah! Let's hang this paint can upside down and spin it around over this canvas until it makes something that looks cool'! Which would be fine--nothing wrong with the only meaning being 'looks cool'--if it wasn't incredibly obvious it was just soulless shit made to attract people who know nothing about art theory and want something to hang up in their beige ass ugly living room," she ends her tirade with a heavy sigh, having worked herself up. She even throws her hands up in exasperation, for good measure.

Jesus, clearly he's hit a nerve. She's been holding that in for awhile apparently. He doesn't think he's heard her talk this long without stopping, like, ever. What's more crazy is he didn't interrupt her. Usually, he'd butt in with some dumbass comment or joke, but he found himself being actually quite interested in what she was saying. She really was knowledgeable about this--and he didn't genuinely expect her to agree with him??

When he doesn't immediately respond, she seems to realize just how much she said and quickly averts her eyes. She even reaches up to pull at her hair to hide her face from him. The cold gives her some plausible deniability about the red flush in her cheeks, but he'd prefer to imagine she's embarrassed.

"Aww, what? Done with your little presentation already? Don't you wanna explain more 'art theory' to me?" he grins playfully, leaning closer to her.

"Oh my God. As if you care," Caz complains, copying his movement and leaning away to keep him from getting too close.

"Yeah, nah, I don't care," he lies (again), "but your face when you're focused is pretty cute."

She squeezes herself tighter, angling her body further away from him, "Fuck off."

"Come onnn," Lane continues to invade her personal space, "how about you finally let me warm you up~?" he even makes sure to imitate her earlier tone. By now, he knows how close she'll let him get before genuinely getting pissed at him. He's toeing that limit carefully, now.

Another thing he's learned is she really hates being touched suddenly, especially with no prior warning. He's found he has the most success when he makes his intentions abundantly clear, like wordlessly offering a hand or gesturing. Fine by him. He doesn't mind pretending to be a 'proper gentleman'. Only recently has she allowed him casual touches, though not without rolling her eyes or complaining about it.

He's being an asshole, as per usual, but he is getting a little genuinely worried about how cold she's starting to look. It was funny before, sure, but she's actually shivering now. The smart thing would just be to go back inside because he knows she'd inevitably follow him in, but… then she'll just go back to work, and he'll go back to standing alone in the backroom scrolling mindlessly on his phone. Selfishly, and stupidly, he doesn't want this moment to end yet. Inwardly, some ugly, pathetic little part of himself begs her, Don't go.

Usually, if she's uninterested in whatever contact he's trying to initiate, she'll be very firm with her rejections. Now, however, she says nothing.

Lane blinks momentarily, then seizes the opportunity, "I'm not hearing a 'no'?"

"Yeah, you're used to hearing 'no', aren't you," Caz murmurs, but there's no bite to it. She doesn't move.

"Just do what you wanna fuckin' do, Lane."

Well. That's the closest he'll get to a 'yes' out of her, he thinks.

Slowly, as if he were approaching a stray feral cat, he raises his hands in her direction. He makes his intentions obvious, waits for her to say something and, when she doesn't, carefully places his palms over her hands. He coaxes her to uncross her arms, which she allows with a begrudged huff.

Then, he brings her hands towards his face so he can blow a hot puff of air on her freezing fingers.

Caz startles immediately, and Lane only grins proudly at her, pulling the best innocent face he can muster, "What? It's warm, right?"

"Idiot," she hisses, face flushing redder. Definitely embarrassed.

Incredibly surprisingly, she doesn't pull away. In fact, she even curls the tips of her fingers around him in return, just barely officially classifying it as 'reciprocal hand-holding'.

"Fine," Caz hums, finally meeting his gaze, "warm me up, then, pretty boy."

Once more, Lane is stunned by her sudden boldness. She has this very annoying ability to surprise him during the moments he least expects her to. And, normally, something like 'pretty boy' would only serve to annoy him. He heard that shit a thousand times back in high school. But there's something about the way she said it… it didn't sound mocking. Does she actually think he's--

Wait, why the hell is flustered over a stupid nickname and some cutesy little hand-holding? Is he a fucking virgin again??

Luckily, before Caz has any time to point out the blush on his face, they're both shocked from their little moment together when a customer decides to round the corner into the alley, anger clear in their body language, "Hello??? Does anybody fucking work here???"

Lane clicks his tongue while Caz sighs loudly, already pulling away from him to head back in through the employee door. She casts one last lingering look at him, before she's gone.

Would he be stupid to think she also didn't want it to end?

… Whatever. Back to work.

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GUESS WHO PLAYED BIG BAD DOGS!!!!!

I had a blast and a half playing this VN, and of course - being on brand I love the sexist idiot playboy tsudere will-they-won’t-they bullshit Lane has going on!! It’s so gripping!! I wanna know all the secrets this boy is hiding behind that flirty bravado!! Also I’m super interested in Amelia…can’t wait to see more of her I get kind of a homoerotic vibe but also a vibe that Lane and her have history??! Also RJ!! Bros divorce so bad he only got 2 employees left and he still trying to cut MCs hours !!! 😭 I’m so gripped I’m so excited I love freelancers I love artists I LOVE CONSUMING MEDIA!!!

Oh Demi, my poor Demi - shes fallen for the quirked up white boy!!!!!! They make me sick they need to stop ( I love them I want to draw them together more forever and ever )

Click more for a BONUS of Demi The Chad ignoring The Virgin Lane after shift 2’s BB fiasco:

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CW: suggestive art

lane and julcz are getting into some heatness tn 👀

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julcz's first day working with lane!

kinda nervous....

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this is what happens when an introvert who likes some peace and quiet meets an annoying man who can't seem to shut up.

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meet my bbd mc, julcz!

her likes: rain, weed, nature, astrology, being alone

her dislikes: noise, small talk, parties, meat, red

she's won't take anybody's bullshit. her favorite activity is making fun of men. shifts with lane are fun for her - it's like insulting competition, who's gonna be more offended at the end of the shift? everything's a joke though. imagine a girl who can make lane shut up at least for a minute - that's julcz.

sorry for my shitty anatomy and coloring, i'm still learning to do digital art (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)