#bb's just kinda unsure

[luvleyshif4]

for the arranged marriage i sort of pictured to be when cameron development isn’t doing as well and it’s sort of a hail mary for the camerons. like reader comes from a family where her parents have passed she lives with her grandfather( who is a kook and very traditional). readers family is really interested in marrying the camerons for social currency where the cameron’s sort of need it for like stability b/c the public doesn’t know the company isn’t doing as well. idk if this makes sense i feel like i’m just rambling 😭

HAIL MARY

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Arranged marriage trope, Power dynamics, Mild alcohol use, Family expectations, Parental pressure, miscommunication, slight angst to fluff

Word Count: 1.74k words

Authors Note: HEYY!! bb you’re not rambling at all I instantly understood what you wanted but it still took me a while cause this was kinda new and different for me to write so if it’s not up to your expectations please lemme know!! I tried my best to bring your idea to life and I tried to keep it as a one shot but lemme know if yall want a part 2 and how yall want it to be 😘😘

The wedding was perfect on the surface. Gilded edges on the invitation cards, a floral arrangement that screamed wealth, and guests dressed to the nines.

Your grandfather beamed with pride, his weathered hands gripping your arm as he walked you down the aisle. Rafe stood at the altar, his expression unreadable, though his posture was impeccable. He looked good in his tailored suit—too good. The kind of good that made you resent him a little, because he seemed untouched by the weight of what this marriage meant.

To the guests, this was a union of two prestigious Kook families. But you and Rafe knew the truth. Cameron Development needed the stability your family’s name could bring, and your grandfather sought to tie your future to theirs in a calculated move for relevance.

As you recited your vows, your voice steady despite the storm inside you, Rafe’s gaze met yours. For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw something—hesitation, vulnerability, or maybe even guilt.

But then it was gone, replaced by the practiced charm of a man who knew how to play his part.

When the officiant pronounced you husband and wife, Rafe leaned in, brushing a featherlight kiss on your cheek instead of your lips.

Polite. Distant. Just enough to make the crowd cheer.

~~~

You awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through the massive windows of the Cameron estate. The bed was cold beside you; Rafe hadn’t spent the night.

Not that you expected him to.

You sighed, slipping out of bed and wrapping a silk robe around yourself. The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that felt oppressive. You padded down to the kitchen, where Rose was already bustling about, her morning routine as polished as ever.

“Oh, good morning, sweetheart,” she greeted, her smile a little too bright. “How was your first night?”

You hesitated, not wanting to admit that it had been lonely. “It was fine,” you said instead, grabbing a glass of water.

Before Rose could probe further, Rafe strolled in, looking effortlessly put-together despite the early hour.

“Sleep well?” he asked, his tone light but devoid of real interest as he turned to you.

“Like a dream,” you replied dryly.

Rafe smirked, clearly catching your sarcasm. But instead of biting back, he gestured toward the doorway. “Walk with me?”

~~~

The two of you wandered down to the beach, the ocean breeze ruffling Rafe’s perfectly styled hair. You stayed a step behind him, unsure what this was supposed to be.

“So,” he began, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You hate this as much as I do?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness. “I wouldn’t say I hate it,” you replied carefully. “But it’s not exactly what I imagined for my life.”

Rafe nodded, kicking at a pebble. “Yeah, me neither.”

For a moment, the only sound was the crash of waves against the shore.

“Look,” Rafe said finally, turning to face you. “I know this isn’t ideal, but we’re stuck with it. So, maybe we should try to make it… less miserable?”

You crossed your arms, eyeing him skeptically. “How do you suggest we do that?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, shrugging. “We could start by not pretending to hate each other.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t hate you, Rafe. I just don’t know you.”

His smirk faltered, and for once, he looked almost vulnerable. “Fair enough,” he said. “Guess we’ll have to fix that.”

~~~

Over the next few days, Rafe made an effort—or at least, he pretended to. He showed up to meals on time, asked you about your day, and even cracked a few jokes that made you laugh despite yourself.

But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Rafe’s temper flared at the smallest things—a missed call from his dad, a deal that fell through—and you quickly learned to give him space when he needed it.

One evening, after yet another tense family dinner, you found him in the study, nursing a glass of whiskey.

“You know,” you said, leaning against the doorway, “if you keep brooding like that, people might think you actually care about something.”

Rafe looked up, his lips curving into a tired smile. “Funny.”

You stepped inside, sitting across from him. “Seriously, though. What’s wrong?”

He hesitated, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Just… the usual. My dad breathing down my neck, trying to keep everything from falling apart.”

You frowned. “You mean the company?”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, and he didn’t answer. But his silence said enough.

“I’m not blind, Rafe,” you said softly. “I know why this marriage happened.”

He looked at you then, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. “And you’re okay with that?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know if ‘okay’ is the right word. But I understand it.”

Rafe leaned back, studying you. “You’re not what I expected.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What did you expect?”

“Someone like my dad,” he admitted. “Cold, calculating. All business.”

You smiled faintly. “Well, sorry to disappoint.”

“Don’t be,” he said with a smile matching yours, his voice quieter. “It’s a good thing.”

~~~

The gala had been like every other event since your marriage, carefully orchestrated, polite smiles, and an unspoken agreement to keep up appearances. You played the part of the poised wife, and Rafe was the picture of composed charm. But tonight, something felt different. He was quieter, more distracted, his usual effortless confidence replaced with something… uncertain.

When the evening finally ended, Rafe lingered near the doorway as you said goodbye to the last guests. His gaze followed you, his jaw tight. You caught it in your periphery, but before you could ask, he motioned toward the garden.

“Come with me,” he said softly, his voice lacking its usual edge.

You hesitated only for a moment before following him into the cool night air. The garden was bathed in soft moonlight, the distant sound of waves blending with the gentle rustle of leaves. It felt like a world away from the ballroom.

Rafe stopped abruptly, shoving his hands into his pockets. He glanced at you, then quickly looked away, as though second-guessing why he’d brought you out here in the first place.

“What is it?” you asked, stepping closer, your arms brushing against each other.

For a moment, he didn’t answer. His gaze flicked to the ground, then back to you. “I don’t really know,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “I just… I needed to talk to you.”

“Okay,” you said gently, your heart fluttering at the vulnerability in his tone. “About what?”

He let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “About us.”

The words hung between you, their weight undeniable.

“What about us?” you asked, your voice soft but steady.

“I don’t know,” he repeated, his shoulders tense. “This thing we have… this marriage… it’s not what I thought it’d be.” His voice wavered, the confidence you’d always associated with him nowhere to be found. “You’re not what I thought you’d be.” He said for the second time in your marriage.

“You already said that though,” you murmured, your voice steady.

“I know, I just…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening as if searching for words that wouldn’t come. Silence hung between you, heavy and unfamiliar, until he finally exhaled sharply and looked away.

You tilted your head, studying him. “Well is that a good thing or a bad thing?” You said after a while.

“I think it’s a good thing,” he murmured, his eyes darting to yours before quickly looking away. “But it’s confusing….. You make me feel things I don’t know how to handle…. And I…i think about you more than I should. About us. What we are. What we could be.”

Your breath hitched. His honesty, his hesitance—it wasn’t like anything you’d ever seen from him. Slowly, you took a step closer, your voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now, Rafe….”

He laughed softly, a self-deprecating sound. “I don’t have any answers,” he admitted, his hand twitching at his side.

You reached out, your fingers brushing his arm, grounding him. “Then don’t overthink it,” you said.

Rafe’s gaze dropped to where your hand lingered, then back to your face. His eyes softened, and for a moment, he looked at you like you were the only person in the world. He opened his mouth to say something, then hesitated.

“What?” you asked, stepping even closer.

He swallowed, his voice tentative, almost shy. “I want to…. Can I….” He said as his gaze fell on your lips….

As hesitant as he might have seemed, he sent your heart racing. You stared at him, his expression almost boyish in its uncertainty, and something in you broke.

“Please….” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of all the feelings you hadn’t caught on to yet, or hadn’t dared to name until now.

That one word was all it took. The hesitation melted from his face, replaced with something deeper, something more certain. His hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as he leaned in.

The kiss was slow at first, tentative, like he was still testing the waters. But as you kissed him back, all the tension, all the uncertainty, seemed to dissolve. His other hand found your waist, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepened, taking on a desperate, unspoken intensity.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his lips hovered just a breath away. His hand still cradled your face, his thumb tracing soft patterns on your cheek.

“Was that okay?” he asked, his voice rough and uncertain again, though his lips quirked in a small, nervous smile.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head in disbelief. “More than okay,” you murmured, your fingers curling into the fabric of his blazer.

Rafe exhaled a laugh of his own, his tension finally breaking. He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze filled with something raw and unspoken.

“Wanna try again?” he asked, his voice quieter now, his smile more sure.

Your heart fluttered as you nodded with a shy smile.

“Please,” you said again, and this time, the word carried no hesitation.

He didn’t wait this time, capturing your lips with his again, and the kiss felt like a promise—a quiet, unspoken vow that things between you would never be the same.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Heyyyy. So happy requests are open again. Had an idea it's kinda random but wanted to get it out there. So Lemon gets a girlfriend and wants tangerine to meet them for the first time. Tangerines obviously REALLY weary cyz it's tan and it's his brother. Lemon also wants to invite reader (tan and reader aren't dating yet) and tan is all for the idea cuz he needs some support so that he isn't bored the whole night. So on the night he picks reader up and they get there earlier than Lemon and his gf so reader is trying to calm tan down and they sort of just have each others backs the whole night. Idk u can decide but i feel lems gf is an ass so tan and reader are quietly blinking at each other the whole night and when there's a chance they break away to the dance floor and are just processing how rude the gf is and reader tries to ease tans anger and they both end up like giggling school girls by the end of the night. It's so unlike tan and I feel like its when tan realises he has feelings for reader. Ik this is long but hope u can do it cuz ur amazing :)))))

hii bb!! really really love it!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 hope you’re well

ICE.

tangerine x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 801

summary. you & tan meet lemon’s new girlfriend, and both of you are unsure of her

A few hours earlier, you received a string of spam texts from Tangerine, his incessant mithering asking you to join him for drinks tonight. The chat was far from cohesive, just rambling messages about how he wants to shoot himself in the face, Lemon, something about a pub and his brother's new apparent girlfriend. 

After calling him, trying to understand - you found out that you'd essentially be Tan's helper for the night, being someone to keep him sane throughout the evening of faux pleasantries.

Tangerine had pulled up outside your house and was now knocking at your door - his signature rhythmic tune indicating it was him. You open the door, seeing him on the other side wearing smart clothes: dark trousers, a nice top, and an unenthusiastic look on his face.

"You don't look happy," you chuckle, entertained. "You're acting like you don't want to go," you tease, picking up your handbag from the sideboard.

"I can't be fucked," he simply says, his tone short and unpleased.

You step outside, closing the door behind you. "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad," you attempt, trying to put a positive spin on the night. "She might be nice, you don't know."

"No, I do know," he replies, opening your door - holding it for you. "He's got shit taste in women. Always has," he mumbles, closing your door and walking around to get in on the driver's side.

You plug your seatbelt in and turn to face him. "What makes you say that?"

He pulls away from the kerb, shaking his head softly. "For someone that claims to see through people, he sure does a shit job when it comes to dating. They always end up breaking his heart."

You and Tangerine arrive at the pub first, and you head inside to grab a table - ordering a couple of drinks to ease yourselves. He sits at your side, his wide-spread arms nudging into you. You hear him mumble a quiet 'fuck' as he eyes up the door, spotting Lemon and his new girl. 

"If it gets too much, say 'ice', and I'll make up a lie or something— will say I feel sick and want you to take me home— I don't know, I'll improvise," you murmur discreetly behind your hand, secretly talking to Tan.

He hums, standing to greet his brother - bringing him in for a hug, then shaking the hand of his girlfriend by his side, acting pleasant. You follow suit, lightly hugging his girl and then embracing Lem in your usual friendly way. 

They both head to the bar while you and Tangerine stay back at your table, whispering your consensuses to one another. 

"Seems like a right bitch," Tan murmurs, taking a sip of his beer.

"You just met her," you reply, talking against the rim of your glass. "Give her a chance."

"Don't like the way she looked at me," he shrugs. "Looked at me like I was shit on her shoe."

"She's probably just nervous." 

Rather than retaliating, he goes quiet, noticing them on their way back over. 

An hour slowly crawls by, every minute stretched out by the dragging conversation - his girlfriend dominating the talks with her new business idea. You and Tan gave each other little nudges under the table every time she mentioned start-up money - both of you seeing her true intentions.

But Lemon just looked so happy listening to her talk. He looked smitten, and you could feel the internal conflict within Tangerine next to you. 

"Ice has melted," Tangerine nods to your drink, emphasising the safeword. "Let's get you another," he stands, helping you to your feet, his hand seeking yours.

"You guys want anything?" you offer, looking between the others on the opposite side of the table. With a shake of their heads, you leave, following after Tan.

You stand beside him at the bar, attached at the hip. "Doing good?" you ask, head tilting to look at him.  

He nods, pulling out his card to pay. "Can't stand her. But she makes him happy, so I dunno," he shrugs, passing your new drink to you. 

"You're in a pickle," you add, weakly smiling - attempting to ease him. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't like her either. She's really rude to your brother— not a fan."

"It does a bit," he dryly chuckles. "What a fuckin' ballache," he exhales, taking a sip of his beer - meeting your sweet expression over the top of his glass.

"Go have a smoke, clear your head, and we can try again in a bit. If not, I can fake a tummy ache," you smile, picking up your glass - nodding to the back patio doors. "I'll sit with you, keep you company."

[bonefall]

Skystar is the first leader to die and Riverstar is the last, but have you decided the order the other leaders die? (and who their successors are if you've changed them)

Quick list so far, of order and of successor!

Skystar -> Sparrowstar THOUGH I also wouldn't mind her getting snubbed. For a long while, I had an inkling of an idea that Sparrow Heart betrays her brother, Pebble Heart/Owl Eyes and her living mother, Bumble, joins Clear Sky and fights by his side for her whole life, and then... dies or is replaced before becoming leader. Causing her to SEETHE in StarClan, furious that she's a minor patron of loyalty, and become desperate to finally take what she feels was denied. Would be a BANGER thing to do for an arc of BB that has something to do with the "vacant position" left by Skystar's heavenly double-death in Ashfur's jaws.

Thunderstar -> Owlstar If he dies so early, it's because he was engaged in so many fights with Skystar. Anyway, not many changes here, besides the fact that Owl Eyes was the first official Honor Title and his birth name was Pebble Heart. Bumble also survives to see her son become leader of ThunderClan, and she's very proud of him. Thunderstar dies around the same time as Windstar, I think, either a little before or after.

Windstar -> Gorsestar or one of her kids I kinda just don't want Gorselike Fur to ever become leader, or if he does, he rules for a really short amount of time. More like a Queen Reagent than an actual ruler, you get me? Just running WindCo until their chosen heir is ready to take over. He's calm and laidback, but also too naiive and relaxed to be a good leader. He'd want to hang up the star as soon as possible-- so he wouldn't take the lives in the first place. She might get followed by Morning Whisker instead, and to avoid conflict with Morningstar of ThunderClan I make the name into "Risingstar" or something. Windstar herself died of some kind of chronic illness. It took several of her lives, shortening her rule, in addition to fighting off SkyClan's raids once Moth Flight had 4 oracle children and every Clan desired a Cleric. Her grandson, OR great-grandson depending on how the timeline shakes out, is Duststar. Duststar is going to be leader of WindClan when Commandment 4, the Law of Loyalty, is passed. The one which Cloudberry and Ryewhisker are going to leave StarClan in protest of. I'm feeling that Duststar was named for his uncle/granduncle, Dustiest Muzzle.

Shadowstar -> Possibly still Ravenstar, not committed to a successor yet. She significantly outlives the other three. She was a long-lived leader, it's just that Riverstar outdoes her! In fact I'm probably going to have Quick Water end up being one of the oldest Dark Forest demons, having made a coup attempt on her for some sort of reason. Maybe she was deputy for a while. Unsure. So, I'm not too plussed about choosing a successor for her. She might have gone through a few deputies. Whoever the successor is, they're a bit of a bastard who aggravates the River Kingdom's succession crisis.

[teddypickerry]

hii bb!! love ur stories sm

do u think u could do a angst jess mariano imagine where the reader is in a relationship with someone else and jess get really upset and jealous and ends up confessing his love to the reader x.🤍

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄 !

pairings! — jess mariano x fem reader

warnings! — cheating (kind of), cursing (…LMFAO), lowk jess being a fluffy bitch so watch out

a/n! — this is kinda out of character for jess imo??? BUTTTT I LOVED WRITING IT. i love this idea + jess just being a fucking lovebot. i want to kiss his face (if you can’t tell from the picture)

THE TEENAGE BOY sat on the steps of the Stars Hollow gazebo, his eyes locked on his best friend laughing with another guy across the town square. They were both drinking coffee and seemed lost in their own world, completely oblivious to Jess's presence. He'd known you'd been seeing a guy for a few weeks now. But anytime he'd ask about him, you would change the subject. Jess was doubting himself at this point. Why would his best friend lie about her very own boyfriend to him?

It was a few days later that Jess was finally blessed with his presence — Daniel was his name, a pretty boring name for the burnout that he was. He wasn't anything special to Jess. Just a tall guy with greasy hair and a shitty sense of humor. To you, he was a good time. Something that most of the Stars Hollow residents lacked.

Friday afternoon marked four weeks since Daniel first locked eyes on you, vowing to his friends that he was gonna win you over. He wrote his number on a cigarette that he offered you which was quite the distinctive ask out. Ever since the boy had entered your life the other boy in your life, your best friend (the asshole + idiot) Jess Mariano, had been a bit slaggish. It wasn't that he was rude to you outright but he seemed uninterested and... different.

You finished your afternoon of homework by replacing your jeans with a pair of comfortable shorts, awaiting a much needed night in. A knock on the door kickstarted your heart a bit, not expecting anyone until later (the takeout guy and your friend Rory, who are not the same person). When you opened the door, revealing an intense Jess. He didn't say a word as he sunk into his jean jacket in the cold weather. You stepped aside to let him in, the worried look on his face enough to suffice as an excuse to let him in. Despite his asshole attitude the past few weeks. "What's going on?" Your voice was hesitant, unsure of the possibilities of Jess's ulterior mood.

"It's... it's Daniel. I don't fucking trust him," he muttered like it was nothing making you sigh. "I can't explain why, I just... I dunno. He looks at you like a freak and I don't think he's good for you." He admitted straightforward whole fumbling with his pockets. It was a rare sight to see Jess anything less than... how do I put this lightly? A cynical, judgmental, cocky bastard. 

So this was a sight to see. He was confident in his words but an internal conflict was dragging him down revealing an inner mood. "What are you.." Your voice trailed off in pure confusion. Reminiscent on the idea that this is why Jess has been so on edge lately. "Where are you even getting this from?" A stern look took over your face.

"Listen to me, Y/N. Something's off about this guy. Everyone can see it." Jess snapped before he sighed and attempted to calm himself down. He didn't want to get angry at you, that was the last resort actually. "What if we just followed him? Just for one day? We would find something-"

"What the hell? No!" You interjected in genuine question if your best friend had gone mad. "Can you stop accusing him of being a dick? Does this get you off?"

The two had gone silent as they both swallowed your words. There was a hint of regret on your behalf even though Jess was showing signs of insanity. He stepped forward, his hand placing a gentle hold on your arm. He was desperate and it showed. "I'm telling you, something's wrong with that guy. I can't tell you why... or how, I just feel it. Believe me, please. For me?"

You contemplated his words for a moment before looking him in the eye directly. Now or never. "Is it that or something else?" You hushed, a hasty breath releasing. "What do you..." His voice was soft, which you'd never experienced from Jess. He tried to sound curious and failed miserably when he took a deep breath.

Another silence fell over the two when she tried to decipher what he was thinking. She had no idea which route to take. "Are you upset that we don't see each-other anymore? I know I've been distant lately but you can't just put the blame on Danny, Jess."

Safe route.

His hand ran down her forearm to play with her fingers unintentionally. Jess was silent which showcased his answer. You were right and he didn't want to admit how much that affected him, or how much that was apart of the problem. He also half expected you to say something else but realized how idiotic that thought was. "It's true... but only because I care about you. I don't want you to get hurt or whatever... you know?" Once again, safe route. Or as I would say... bullshit.

"Are you sure about that?" Your voice came just below a whisper hardly enough for either of you to hear. His face seemed to harden at the accusation he wanted you to believe him. "Can't you just believe the 'I miss you' lame thing?" He attempted to joke with a straight face. You didn't budge and let out a soft breath before glancing away. "What do you want me to tell you, Y/N?" Jess's voice raised into a heavier tone seemingly upset with his best friend's lack of belief.

"That you love me," you uttered even shocking yourself. Jess quite literally couldn't believe his ears. He didn't waste anytime to do the thing he couldn't stop thinking about anytime he saw you. Jess stepped forward with your faces nearly touching. "I do love you."

Now was your opportunity to not waste any time. You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. A sudden surprise for Jess, which he obviously appreciated. The short but passionate kiss was ended with a soft breath, only for him make an attempt to take the lead. He took a deep breath and pulled you back into him. A deeper and more intense kiss coming over the both of you. You were soft and sweet in his arms that were now tangling around you. Due to dire need of oxygen (sadly) your lips were pulled apart. The elephant in the room needed to be addressed and no I'm not talking about your dad's elephant hat. "What are you gonna tell the asshole?"

"Jess," You warned teasingly being brought out of your trance. "That I'm the asshole. I shouldn't have stringed him along like this. I know we weren't exclusive or anything but... I feel really bad. Because I've been in love with my best friend for a long fucking time."

Jess had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from kissing you again. A new addiction of his has occurred and they were called your lips. This conversation was heavy on your heart, you needed his advice rather than his spit. "How do you think he'll react?"

"Well how would you react?" You scoffed before pressing your head against the wall. "He'll take it out on me, not you. I'm sure." This was the time Jess realized this situation would have consequences to be dealt with. Something he was never too fond of. He liked living life his way, not with a barrier. The thought of Daniel being pissed at you made him want to knock him out, which to be fair is something he's wanted to do for a long time. Jess pressed his lips to your cheek softly, in an attempt of comfort. A sweeter Jess was something you'd never seen. But you weren't arguing.

"I'll talk to him if you want... I promise to call him Daniel and not Dickwad." Jess teased with his nose pressed to the side of your face. You giggled before turning towards him. "That might not be the best idea since I just spent my evening confessing my love to you."

"Fair enough." Now was his turn to laugh shining his crooked grin you were so fond of. "I'll wait outside with a crowbar for him and a kiss for you." Jess's joke made you playfully roll his eyes before leaning in for a soft kiss. You wanted to take in as much as this moment as possible. It was still unbelievable. "I'm yours, I'll be there for whatever you need. Like your own personal Bosley?"

"Does that make me your angel?" You teased while he replied with his lips touching yours for the seventh millionth time that evening. But you knew you'd never get sick of this feeling. Neither of you could bare to hold back as you fell deeper into the kiss. When you finally pulled apart he was full of energy and adrenaline. He could run a marathon screaming about how he was kissing the girl he loved loudly. He wanted to know how you felt about him too. "Tell me I'm the only one for you," He whispered intensely. Jess's look was pure fire as he intensely looked into your eyes.

"I love you, Jess Mariano. Only you."

"Good. Now let's watch Detroit Rock City."

"Hey!"

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

how porco galliard would take care of you if you were sick

a/n: this is for an anon a while back. i hope this finds you. i didn’t forget about you bb <3

porco is so surprised when you fall sick. like, he actually can’t believe it. “what do you mean you don’t feel well, baby?”

he’s like so concerned beyond belief that it’s kinda annoying. he’s always checking in you twenty four seven.

he’s also always asking what he can do for you, his poor precious baby. he is unsatisfied when you say ‘nothing’ and he pours until you give him a task.

he uses your illness as an excuse to cuddle up on the couch with a bunch of snacks.

lowkey he doesn’t even care that you’re sick. i mean, obviously he does. but any reason to take care of you is a good reason. he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life.

porco doesn’t quite understand the entirety of how sick you really are. it’s just an opportunity for him to show off his mediocre cooking skills.

it’s an endless supply of forehead kisses and quick pecks on the lips, followed by “wait, am i going to get sick?”

he orders a whole bunch of take out for you guys despite you telling him not to, that you felt well enough to cook. he wouldn’t dare let you.

he buys a whole bunch of tissues and medicines, unsure of what you need exactly.

my ko-fi

[celestie0]

omg ik you’ve been back for a while now but i’ve finally gotten a chance to say how great it is to see you again!! kickoff was the first gojo fic that had me hooked with the storyline, and to think i started reading it back in april 🫢

i know it’s natural for writers to have doubts, but i hope you know how loved your fics are!! i remember you mentioned liking emily henry’s books, and i can totally see the inspiration in terms of having your characters deal with real struggles that allow readers to relate or understand them. as fun as relationship development is, character development is what really gets me hooked, and let me tell you: whenever i see the mc in ihm struggling my heart HURTS. i was tearing up when she was visiting her mother at the hospice omg that shit broke my heart and threw it in a dumpster fire wtf. and even though i haven’t gone through anything similar, seeing her mother forget things about her own daughter and asking gojo to take care of her was too much for me to handle :’((( that is definitely one of my fav chapters. OH and i’m dying to know the drama between gojo and his ex-wife i hope it’s messy 😈

and in regards to your smut: girl you are one of the the very few jjk fic authors whose smut writing i find actually enjoyable. i was so surprised when you felt so unsure while writing those types of scenes bc??? you are so fucking good at them??? imo it’s much more tasteful than most of what i see on this app lol. i find that with most fics i kind of skim through those parts and only enjoy some aspects, but yours??? girl i’m reading ever line while blushing and running laps around my room every two minutes LOL

anyways, great to see you’re back! and i hope med school is going good!! gotta go back to studying for my own exams 🫠 take care queen!! <3

hi love i’m soooo very sorry i’m late in answering this but thank you so much!!

aww your words are so sweet to me ty :”) and yes i adore emily henry’s books so much!! i too value character development over all else. even if the plot is objectively a little boring or in the case of romance books even if there isn’t that much smut or something i still really value the narrative if the characters make me FEEL something yknow?? i need to have an unhealthy attachment to them BAHAHAH. but anyways i’m so glad you feel that way ab my stories bc that’s my goal 😭❤️ yeah awh that chapter was so heartbreaking to write that shit HURTEDDD

AWHH thanks for the sweet words ab the smut :”) i think that’s why i dislike my smut bc it’s kinda at least a little different from what i usually see in jjk fandom but i’m starting to realize different maybe doesn’t mean bad lol? i just am scared i have a niche taste in smut n other ppl are gonna find it weird 😂😂 but you’re sooo kind haha i’ll keep you in mind next time i start to doubt myself

thanks so much bb you’re sooo sweet i could cry <33 good luck to you as well!!

[thursdayygrrrl]

hairstyles and revelations

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characters: cassie howard x gn!reader (they have hair long enough to style)

genre: very very very slight angst if you squint, mostly fluff, kinda idiots in love, first kiss

summary/excerpt: Maddy, Kat, and BB were supposed to be there but they all ditched. Maddy said she was going to be with Nate (which you thought was a lie since you all knew they weren’t on speaking terms at the moment, but you just let her go anyway because you didn’t want to put up with a fight). Kat said she had “things to do” and didn’t elaborate further while BB just ghosted. Leaving you and Cassie alone.

word count: 2,011

a/n: idk how to feel abt this ole draft but i thought it wouldn’t hurt to post since someone might wanna read it. also, the title sucks, it’s a bit self-indulgent, and it isn’t proofread (english isn't really my first language pls bear with me) so... don’t expect too much but happy reading anyways!

You and Cassie were in your room and you were nervous out of your mind. You had a small crush on her when you first met, but you were sure it was a superficial attraction solely based on looks. Once you spent more time with these girls, you weren’t quite sure if your crush on the blonde was still superficial. You could tell by your heartbeat and the million thoughts that were flooding your head.

One does not get this nervous when hanging out with a friend. Or at least a friend who you were pretty sure you were good at faking your feelings in front of.

Maddy, Kat, and BB were supposed to be there but they all ditched. Maddy said she was going to be with Nate (which you thought was a lie since you all knew they weren’t on speaking terms at the moment, but you just let her go anyway because you didn’t want to put up with a fight). Kat said she had “things to do” and didn’t elaborate further while BB just ghosted. Leaving you and Cassie alone.

When you hung out with her, it was always in a group setting. You thought she had discovered your crush on her and didn’t want to be around you alone because it made her uncomfortable.

You got the memo. It’s happened before, with your former “friends”.

You let that thought pass while scrolling through Netflix, trying to choose a movie to watch. She took in your room through her eyes. You didn’t know it, but she was trying to capture every tiny detail of you. Every poster up on your walls, every trinket on your bedside table, every book on your shelves. She wanted to know more than just the surface, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask you. Instead, she settled with silently admiring you from afar.

You position yourself and the laptop on your bed and finally clicked play on something.

When she hears it start playing, she makes her way over and sits next to you. You hand her a pillow while she asks you a question.

“What are we watching, Y/N?” 

“Bodies Bodies Bodies.” 

“Cool.” 

She nods. Both of you are unsure what to do now, so you let the movie fill the awkward silence that took over. You decide to calm down. Or at least try your best to do so. With that, you let yourself pay full attention to the movie despite having already seen it before. 

You don’t notice Cassie catching glimpses of you. She takes in your eyes, the curve of your cheek, the pinkness of your lips, and your silky hair. Specifically, the way it lays and flows, how you unconsciously play with it, and how you never seem to do anything with it. The most ��done-up” your hair had ever been, at least to her, was during the winter formal. It was curled, made to frame your face. Simple, understated, and perfect. She couldn’t look away from you that night, and neither can she now.

When the movie hits a lull, you finally look at Cassie, only to catch her staring right at you.

“Woah, why are we… Do I have something on my face?” 

“Um, no, I was just—just looking at you.” 

She sounds flustered as she looks away, averting her gaze from you to your sheets

“Okay. May I ask why?” 

“It’s just, I think your hair looks good like all the time.” 

“Oh. Tha—” 

You didn’t know she paid that much attention to you. 

She cuts you off. A habit of hers you’ve grown fond of.

“Not saying that you should always be styling it or whatever. You should do what makes you comfortable and all but,” She hesitates. “I can’t help but think of braiding it.” 

“Huh?” 

“You know those braids we have during pep rallies and games? I do those and I wanna see what they look like on you.” 

You knew, you even saw her do Maddy’s hair before these events. Some of those braids looked intricate. You vividly remember thinking that Cassie was good with her hands. 

God, you need to get your mind out of the gutter. 

The thought of her hands running through your hair always seemed enticing. You’ll admit you fantasized about it sometimes. Maybe this would be a good way to grow closer to her. And, let’s be honest, you couldn’t say no to her.

“Sure, let me get a comb and some elastics.” 

You got up to find these items and sat in the middle of your bed once you had them. You rested your hands between your thighs, unsure of what to do with them now that you placed the supplies beside you. The mattress dipped as Cassie positioned herself behind you, on her knees to get a better view of the top of your head. She combed your hair to get rid of any tangles and parted it down the middle with gentle fingers. Then she got to work, setting aside the left portion of your hair to work with the right one first. You began to speak, letting the dialogue of the movie serve as background noise.

“I like hanging out with you, Cassie.” 

“Me too, Y/N. Thanks for having me over even without the others.” 

You waved her off to indicate that she didn’t have to thank you. 

“Are you liking the movie?” 

In truth, Cassie was only paying attention to you.

“I am! I love Alice.” 

“She’s so funny, I love her!” 

Another silence, save for the movie. You decide to speak up again.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Why is it that we—um, we never hang out? Like just the two of us?” 

She doesn’t respond.

Shit. Fuck, shit, motherfucking shit. 

Sometimes, you really should think harder before speaking.

“Sorry. I don’t know why I asked you that. I—fuck, um.” 

You swore under your breath. It was all you could think to say. She snaps you out of yourself.

“Hey, no. It’s okay.” 

She pauses, takes a breath, and continues.

“You never asked before. And I thought you didn’t like me so I didn’t wanna force myself on you.” 

The thought of Cassie thinking you didn’t like her made you want to vomit. Because the truth was that you liked her so much, it made you want to scream. To fall off a balcony. To hit something with a baseball bat. To do stupid, cheesy, romantic things that she always wanted from whatever guy she was seeing. Stuff like posting each other on your Instagram stories, wearing matching outfits, calling each other “honeybunch” or some other cringe-worthy pet name.

“What?” 

You asked exaggeratedly, dragging out the last syllable like a sitcom character caught in a lie, in a vain attempt to disguise the nervousness in your voice. 

“Remember when we first met? I asked you what your name was and it took you. like, a full minute to respond. And the last time we were all together at Kat’s house, you didn’t wanna sit beside me even if it was the only spot left. And it’s not like we talk outside of the group all that much.” 

You were grateful that you weren’t face-to-face with her at that moment because your eyes were freakishly wide. You didn’t realize that she noticed how you avoided her and how awkward you were around her. Regaining some composure, you mumbled.

“Thought you wouldn’t notice that.” 

“Well, I did.” 

Against all better judgment, you decided to just tell her and get it over with. People take risks all the time. You convince yourself that another one wouldn’t hurt. You unconsciously brace yourself for whatever’s about to happen.

“I like you, Cassie.” 

“Yeah, I know. You already said that, Y/N.” 

She says. You can hear the slight smirk in her voice, which will always be one of your favorite sounds. 

“No, I said I like hanging out with you. What I mean now is that—is I like like you. As in I have a crush on you.” 

Cassie’s fingers stop moving. You thought your question was bad? Now you think you’ve gone too far, that you were too blunt, that you fucked up yet another friendship all because you caught feelings. She could rip your hair off your scalp and you wouldn’t blame her.

The silence from her was unbearable. You tried to pivot, moving to face her, but she held you still. Her grip on your hair remained firm, not allowing you to turn around.

“Wait, don’t move. I don’t wanna have to redo this.” 

“But—” 

She interrupts you again. Using your words, she confesses. The words come out in a whisper.

“I like like you too, Y/N.” 

Now, it’s your turn to fall silent. You blink dumbfoundedly as it sinks in. 

“Wait. You—you’re lying.” 

She finishes up, securing your hair neatly with an elastic. You could feel the slight pressure on your scalp. Cassie moves her hands to the other side. 

How is she still so calm about this? 

"I’m not! I really do like you. And that’s why I respected your decision to not be with me outside of the group.” 

“The only reason I didn’t make moves to talk or hang out with just you is because I thought you already knew I had a thing for you and you got weirded out or something!” 

She couldn’t help but laugh at the incredulity of your shared predicament, especially at all the awkwardness the two of you could have avoided if only one of you were brave enough to have confessed earlier. You joined her in this laughter.

“What?” She asks, puzzled and in between giggles. “There’s no way I’d ever get weirded out by you, Y/N. I thought you would be the one weirded out by me. The dumb blonde cheerleader…” She trails off.

“Oh, god, no! There’s no way I ever thought that about you, Cassie. I mean, you’re—you’re thoughtful, attentive, smart, funny…”

She tried to stop herself from smiling so wide while she fussed with your hair. You trail off.

What was that word again? 

“You’re ethereal,” you whispered.

Found it.

She had heard all sorts of words from guys before, but it never felt real. It was as if they were reading from a script. But hearing it from you was the only way it felt genuine. She could tell you were speaking from the heart. You made her feel seen.

The absence of her fingers was your cue to turn around. Once you do, the both of you bashfully avoid each other’s eye contact. 

The air felt charged, You knew you had to do something, anything, so you begin to tilt your face to see her. But she cuts you off. Her lips crash into yours in a messy but passionate kiss.

This must be a dream.

Your right hand rests on her thigh as the other one pinches your own. The sensation serves to prove that this is, in fact, not a dream.

She keeps going, the desperation in her movements almost like a plea to explore you. You allow her to take the lead. She loosely wraps her arms around your neck while yours are now around her waist. She pulls away, both of you breathing heavily and warm all over. She whispers.

“I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time, Y/N.”

You look into her eyes, pleadingly, for a sign that this is real.

You look and all you can see is the love she has for you. It’s practically pouring out of her. You hope she sees the same from you because, by god, you feel it bursting through you. She continues.

“I’m so glad we’re friends but I’d be lying if I told you that I want us to stay like that. Just friends.”

This time, you beat her to it.

“If you’re asking me to be with you, Cass, then my answer is yes. It will always be yes.”

[takami-takami]

Heyooo! If I may, could I recommend some Dabi oneshots/fics/headcanons?? Or even just blogs, really, whichever works.

Ah, I'll do both, why not?

Just off the top of my head:

@malewifetouya runs a soft Dabi blog, meaning that there's no non-con/stalking/ Yandere stuff. It's fluff and smut, but the way Dabi is written is very soft and indulgent. She really explores the softer side that we could have had in the manga and anime, and kinda humanizes him. It's beautiful, really. Truly one of my favorites!

@dabisqueen writes soft stuff and dark stuff! I would honestly recommend her oneshot, 'Devil With Blue Eyes'. The way Touya/Dabi is written in that would be perfect for this cuckolding idea of yours! He's cocky, he's arrogant, but also soft for the reader. I know she recently uploaded a new oneshot called 'Virgin Call' but I haven't gotten around to reading all of it. From what I've read though, he's witty, he's quick, and the smut definitely delivers in that one!

@justanotherpersonwhohateslife has some Dabi headcanons on the Masterlist, and some of them are hilarious! The way Dabi is written is cocky, smug, and a bit of a tease, but it's all in good fun!

@dabislittlemouse is another good blog. (It has dark content, be warned) She writes fluff, smut, and angst, and Dabi is mostly portrayed as smug and confident, slightly cocky sometimes- just enough that you might feel slightly annoyed. But her writing is awesome!

@dabiboy has a Dabi section on the Masterlist, and it's a mix of fluff, smut and angst. There's also a bunch of texting story things, ranging from smut to fluff; I feel like those specifically would be great inspiration for writing his character for your idea, particularly the smutty ones.

(If I may, one of the texting stories involves cheating. That would be great inspiration for this idea of yours!)

I hope these recommendations help with you writing Dabi!

You're welcome bb, and have a good night 😁

Thank you for these, and I will post this for other people who want to check out those blogs and writers; however, I will not be reading them for idea inspiration!

I'm unsure if I've posted about this before, but I am not a fan of reading other people's works and writing my own works based off what I get from it; I think it shows, and people can tell. If you don't have a writer's consent, it can turn into ideological plagiarism fast.

When I said I was thinking about reading Dabi fics, it was to get a better idea of how he talks because I don't know his speech patterns for dialogue (which is why I omitted dialogue in one of my drabbles). But I realized quickly I should just rewatch the anime (even if it'll take time lol) if I want that information, or have a conversation with someone about it.

I want to be respectful of other writers on here and of their works, and their characterizations of Dabi as well. If that makes sense!

[blackypanther9]

Hey are you ever gonna do Marvel stuff again?

And are you ever gonna open requests again?

You don't really write stuff like you used to and I think we all really miss that, fanfiction has kinda just become lackluster (not yours I'm talking in general) lately there's barely any fanfiction for anyone except female readers and most people don't write stuff the way u do.

I miss that stuff so much...

I understand this is ur blog and you can write whatever you want and stuff but I just wanted to ask and let you know that we miss it.

Sorry for bothering you. Have a good day.

Hi there!

I am unsure. I DO have some old Marvel Loki x Reader stuff BUT I am barely home to look it over to be honest and usually I am happy that I can kick out at least SOMETHING. I am mentally also not very okay, still in slight depression. I am still just going with the flow of how I am feeling and just write about characters I just feel like to write about. I have more favourite stuff to write about than Marvel and I wrote Marvel for quite a while. On top of all this I am trying very hard to work ahead of many Fanfics I do right now, because we are planning on moving to my cat soon, so I will be offline for a long while soon. It is planned that we will move on Janurary. It is also snowing a lot, so we have to drive to my cat, take care of her and then shove a lot of snow away (it is -6°C here). And in the house I have no internet whatsoever.

TvT

My life is not very easy at the moment, I mean I am pretty silent for a while now, because of all of this. I am way more busy than I used to and I just KNOW that it won't change for a while. I have no clue when I will be back online after we moved, I have no clue if I write Marvel soon again, I have no clue when I will feel better again and I have no clue of what might happen 2024.

Sadly my Tumblr blog is not my life. QvQ

I am already looking of what I can do and I am planning to continue two books, that I didn't find all that cringe of my Marvel stuff, but because of lack of time and my mental health, I am slow.

I hope that answered everything. ^^

I am not angry. Sorry I replied so late I didn't get proper sleep this whole week, so f me... TvT

I understand it is frustrating to only see fem!Reader x Male!Character Fanfics. My consolation. TvT I see that with the new William Afton x Reader fics too. There just aren't many that do this whole stuff anymore. Q-Q

So imma leave now. ^^ Bb. Feel free to ask more, if you wanna.

Have a good day/evening. ^^

[nohoney]

would like to know how touya and keigo’s pov would look like during the break period in the us series i kinda want to see them suffer😭

for you bb, here’s a little something ♡( ◡‿◡ )

warnings: angst (that’s literally it)

Keigo counts bruises on his body. His eyes drag over his reflection in the mirror, lips thinning into a line when he sees one’s that he knows will definitely get worse first before they get better. Deep purples and blues that he wouldn’t normally fuss over but this is more than he’s ever gotten before. He rotates his body to inspect his back too and feels the stretch of his muscles screaming at him.

Touya really gave him a good workout trying to fight him during his fit.

And he looks at himself in the mirror, looks over his own tired face and sad eyes. His mind replays your harsh words that you screamed at them. It still feels like he’s in your room, watching you cry and scream and fall apart. Keigo knows that you only attacked because it was the only defense you had left in your spiraling mind. In a way he can’t really blame you for finally lashing out but also, why did you have to be so cruel?

How could you?

After all the secrets he’s held for you? After all the doting and coddling they’ve given you even when you didn’t deserve it? After all the fucking work that was put in this to make it functional?

There’s no fucking way that it’s actually over.

It feels like Keigo is living in two realities; one in disbelief and one in denial.

Keigo was unsure if he made the right decision to go after Touya instead after he left that room behind. He wanted to stay with you, calm you down and hold you and say anything he could to make you reconsider your declaration. But he worried for Touya too much to take a chance of leaving him by himself so Keigo made his decision.

And he stares down at the two keys he pulled from his pocket, one for his own home and the other from Touya’s. His eyes look to the blank screen of his phone, having blocked your number because he knows hearing your voice would somehow make things worse even if all he wanted was to hear you again.

Should he have taken away your access? Should he have blocked you? What if you wanted to come back to them? Or what if you meant it and you were relieved that you wouldn’t have any reason to return at all any more? What if Keigo just helped put the final nail in the coffin?

He’d like to fall apart in his own grief. To cry and punch the walls and drink until he’s blind and black out. If he had his way, he’d be balls deep in another person to block out this devastating pain you delivered. As usual though, Keigo has to be the pillar for everything and everyone. Because in the other room, Touya is taking it harder.

The bruises on Keigo’s body is proof of that.

Touya needs his attention more than anything right now.

He takes a breath after putting the two keys back inside his pocket, needing to brace himself for who knows what’s about to happen.

Because Touya will be up and he will not be happy where he’s at. Inside Keigo’s own home, away from all the pills and coke that could relieve him of all the pain crushing him on the inside.

Keigo thinks of you, he wants to go to you, but he can’t leave Touya alone either. So he puts his shirt back on, stifling a groan of a bruise that hurts without even touching it as he moves his body. He dreads what he has to face because when he opens the door and sees Touya up on his feet and trying to leave, he tackles him to the ground.

If Touya leaves to go for the drugs, he’ll probably fucking kill himself.

If Touya leaves to head to you, it will definitely make everything worse.

━━━━✧

Touya feels bad.

His guts have been twisting uncomfortably, his chest feels like it’s being carved out, and his head fucking hurts. His hands are shaking and Keigo won’t stop telling him to take deep breaths to calm himself down. Deep breathing isn’t going to make him feel better; going into the blue will.

He wants to sink into that warm blue and never wake up from it. If Touya isn’t with you then what’s the point of anything?

Keigo swears that things will be fine, that once he hears from your friend that you’ve calmed down then maybe things could be talked out. But Touya doesn’t want to wait until you calmed down.

He needs you now.

It’s like a bad itch that he wants to keep on scratching until he bleeds and you are the balm that will make him stop. There won’t be any relief if he’s not with you. Bad as he feels, Touya wants only you to lay everything into. He wants to make you cry, he wants to hold you, he wants to kill himself to make you feel guilty, but he wants to keep on living for you.

“Where is she?!” Touya fights off Keigo to get past the bedroom door, “We need her! I need her!”

I’m gonna fucking die!!

“I don’t fucking know, okay?!” Keigo is tired, probably falling apart just as badly but how he manages to maintain some shred of his sanity is a wonder. Because the both of them together are hurting one another and they are hurting without you. Wondering where you are because you’re clearly not in the space of your apartment that they returned to. The only thing they know is that you’re with a friend who ordered them to stay no contact with you. Your towel was damp so it meant that not too long ago you cleaned yourself up and left.

The pile of clothes all pulled out from the drawer lay in your room.

Touya forgot about what was hidden inside and his worst fear is that you’re dead from an overdose. He knows you, he knows how you lean on drugs to feel better, and it’s why you need him. Because he’s always been careful for your sake and knows that you’re spoiled. That as bad as your temper can be sometimes, your self control is even worse when you’re not thinking clearly.

When he collapses onto your bed, he smells your body lotion and the perfume you like to put on. It makes Touya miss you all the more and makes him fight more with Keigo. Mental exhaustion makes his body sink into your bed and he misses you even more. He aches for you even more.

Keigo sighs from where he stands before joining him on the bed. “Don’t fight with me too, I can barely handle all of this.” his voice rasps.

Touya wonders if he can chance snatching the pills from Keigo’s pocket. It’s been too many days without something to make him tolerable and he knows that he is not being very easy. He could try to goad Keigo but the fucker is too smart for him to fall for it. And everytime he tries to fight him for the oxy, Keigo gets frustrated enough to actually get close to hurting him.

On the one hand, it really shows how much love is there between them. On the other hand, Touya hates him right now for making him deal with all the emotions sober. It’s agonizing and he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do with all this pain if he can’t get high or swim in the blue.

So Touya lays there, wondering how much pain you’re in. How much pain are you feeling or if you can’t feel it all from the coke? How much of his eightball have you taken? Are you thinking of him right now?

Touya hopes you’re in pain.

In more pain than he is right now.

“Touya, get the fuck off! You’re not getting any!”

He’s jealous that you and that missing eightball are together.

[highndrowning]

Our Skyy2 and My Rating

Little Disclaimer: I haven’t watched Vice Versa nor A Tale of Thousand Stars

1. A Boss and A Babe

I know this is an unpopular opinion and I am probably the only one who would put this to the top, but I realllyyy enjoyed their episodes. It was funny, it was cheesy, it was great. I liked how the issue was external so that we had them both working with each other to grow as people and I also liked how we got a glimpse on how great they are post canon. They were the healthiest couple. 10/10 would rewatch

2. The Eclipse

apart from the fact that I am completely biased about them Everyone will agree with me when I say that they had the most realistic portrayal as a couple. Did I like the little "how could you forget my birthday" plotline? Not really, but I was 100% sure that Aye was just pretending, so it wasn't that angsty for me anyway. I simply enjoyed seeing them on my screen again. ~ kissy kissy chu chu~ 9/10

3. Never Let Me Go

I think we can all agree that their plot was the best. It was totally unique and kind of unbelievable, but man, I was totally into it. I love seeing a pair team up to tackle a problem, and this one had just the right mix of drama, humor, and romance. It was everything I could ask for. Again I like to see a pair working together to solve a problem. 8/10

4. Bad Buddy x A Tale of Thousand Stars

I was soooo unsure about this, but you know what? I ended up enjoying it way more than I expected, even though I didn't really know the chief and the teacher. Bad buddy holds a special place in my heart, so I was just stoked to see them again. It was kinda sad though, 'cause most of the time in the village they didn't feel like a couple to me, more like BFFs. And they spent way too much time apart, which was a bummer. But even without having seen ATOTS, I gotta say their storyline and chemistry were on point. Their scenes got sooo romantic towards the end, it actually got me emotional, despite not knowing them at all. ATOTS kinda overshadowed BB for me for the romantic aspect. 7/10

5. Star in my Mind // My School President

I found both plots to be very lacking. MSP got me very excited the very first few mins as I got to relieve some great moments but then I quickly became bored again. There were some changes but I wasn’t really invested in it. I think I would have preferred a post canon story of their university lives or something similar. Also, I think I am getting really critical here but Fourth as Tinn wasn’t really believable while Gemini actually did a great job in my opinion, nevertheless I found them in their respective roles much better. I would have spend the time rewatching MSP rather than the OS2 episodes as we don’t really miss out on anything anyway.

SIMM was actually just a fluff party. The plot was nonexistent but they were cute enough. I am questioning their chemistry though and I was not doing this while watching the actual show, so I guess it did some damage to me regarding the characters. 5/10

[waiting-on-a-dream]

if i make profiles/designs for my ocs' victims, i'll have to make A LOT of profiles, even if it's just short ones 😭 one of them had more than ten victims, so. yeah. but i'm planning to draw some of them, like i already came up with akio's victim's design (+his most loyal follower/accomplice) and the prisoner 009's victim's design.

also while i was thinking of their interrogation questions and how they would answer them, i realized that akio would most likely be terrible at drawing, because this is something creative and he's not good at creative things since he's so logical.. which made me draw this SJSJKSKSKS sorry it's kinda messy

Akio is so cute. Ichiro is so cute. They're so cute together I can't- 😭💓💓 It's lowkey adorable how unsure Akio is of his drawing tho. It's okay bb you're trying and that's all that matters. 💗

Also, Ichiro is giving me leftie vibes so... 🤔🤷‍♀️

Damn, I kinda forgot that some of your prisoners have multiple victims. They're just messed up like that, huh? I'll happily read any victim profiles you post (if you feel like it) tho! You can just focus on the victims you like to narrow your workload down if that helps.

[bonefall]

What roles are Willow Tail, Quick Water, and Fern Leaf going to be like in your rewrite? I hate most of DOTC but I do enjoy a lot of the side characters, especially them

Willow Tail I know what I'm doing with, Quick Water and Fern Leaf I'm less sure of.

BB!Willow Tail -> Willow Flayed Bare

Willow is a young molly from the Wind Coalition who fought at the First Battle. Her first name was Tabby, and she earned her title for presenting a large, weaved willowbark basket to the Wind Runner. She's an artisan with a useful talent.

Since I completely overhauled Moth Flight's Vision into Moth Flight's Vow, which has a NEW origin for how the Cleric's Vow occured, I'm still reworking the Bunny Bones plot that I'm fond of.

I'm unsure if it's going to be a novella or a catalyst for the conflict of another book. It might be a good way to create an opportunity for Quick Water to run her rebellion

Willow has a petty dispute with one of Clear Sky's kittens; Tiger Sky. It's a TINY bananas squabble. She doesn't like seeing her rude ass sunbathing on the moor, so she starts leaving bunny bones on the border and accusing her of stealing to get her banned from the area.

Skystar, being the man that he is, takes the accusation that one of HIS warriors, his oldest (remaining) DAUGHTER no less, VERY personally. What started as a mean girl moment quickly exploded into total war.

I LIKE the way that the original plot was so unjustified and avoidable it's painful. I just wish it was framed as the miserable, violent moment it should have been. I'm planning on keeping Willow's blinding, but it's the final straw for Tiger who can't stomach this any longer.

Willow is likely going to end up in the River Kingdom, exiled for starting the conflict. She might still get retooled; in a later draft she may become a ShadowClan Mountain Cat.

Quick Water

Aside from a brief moment in Sun Trail where they give her the trait of being 'vain' and being woman 34 that Clear Sky smacks around to relieve stress in Forest Divided, she's suuuuper neglected in the main arc imo.

I haven't read past the part where they unceremoniously kill Sun Shadow in Shadowstar's Life, so I hope to revisit it before retooling Quick Water more. I hate how DOTC takes every opportunity to shit on Tall Shadow when she doesn't fucking do anything.

(Side note: it's kinda why i cant see Shadowstar as the girlboss ppl want her to be. Wind Runner is the girlboss. Canon!Tall Shadow is absolute girlfail. In BB, Tall Shadow is less girlfail but she still has the pervasive energy of... this isnt going to make sense to anyone but me BUT BB!Tall Shadow is SO girl obama to me. Well-spoken high road liberal who gets steamrolled by dirty fighters.)

So BB!Quick Water,

For one she's going to be part of a full family. It's either going to become the Water Family OR her name will change and she'll become Quick Tail.

I think she's going to become good friends with Shatter Frost, as Shadow's Clan early "conservative" types who think Clear Sky has a point.

They might end up with kittens, because DOTC is supposed to be about. Like. Ancestors. It's bizarre that they gave the Quiet Rainkin like 20 surviving descendants while everyone else dies off. Not cool actually.

In any case, I want to boost Quick's role significantly. Let her be one of Tall's key cats, either a hunter or a fighter. Something that isn't surprising when she eventually tries to toss Shadowstar out of power

Shadowstar actually survives this coup. She's one of the longer-lived founders in BB!DOTC, unlike canon where she was the first to go. Quick, meanwhile, is one of the VERY FIRST Dark Forest demons, which I can hopefully have a lot of fun with.

Fern Leaf

(CW: Canon!Slash and the racist trope he's written as that includes physical and sexual violence)

She is VERY up in the air currently, because I'm rejecting Slash as a villain completely. It was SUPER fucked up of them to make TWO stinky, born-evil native villains and then write one of them the way they did. Not only is it thematically RANCID, but it's also LAZY writing.

They have to make Slash a lustful creep so that Clear Sky looks better, because they DIDN'T WRITE A REAL REDEMPTION WHERE HE FACES ACTUAL CONSEQUENCES.

Like... I'm sorry, we understand that the way they wrote Slash is a really old trope, right?? "The natives will kidnap our women and hurt our children if we don't unite, and that's why the colonization of this land was totally cool" Warrior Cats is no stranger to xenophobia, but this time it went so far it invoked an outright racist trope.

(And then they just... totally gloss over that Star Flower is "young" compared to Clear Sky, who was less than 3 at the time, meaning she must be around the same age as the son he is actively abusing and EURGH Forest Divided makes me want to throw up)

SO.

Now that I have screamed about how ROTTEN this part is to stress WHY I need to gouge it out with a rusty spoon;

First of all, Slash has an updated name to help separate him from canon a bit. The Mountain cats call him Dashes for his leg markings, the Park cats call him The Silver Pelt for the color of his fur, his real name is Star-shine. Just "Star" in a casual context, his birth name. "Shine" is a leader suffix.

In-canon, Fern Leaf's purpose is to be abused by Slash enough that she reveals information to Gray Wing, and to contrast Beautiful Boy Clear Sky who beats the shit out of women and kids for good reasons so his abused underlings still wuv him.

So... no. Not keeping that. Lol, lmao even.

While I'm not totally against allowing Star to remain some type of harsh or even abusive towards his cats, IF that remains, I need to stress how much it is influenced by the constant stress and violence the Forest Cats are surrounded by. Harsh times don't cause abuse, but they do contribute, and even important, protective people can still abuse a victim.

Doesn't make it okay. Doesn't even make it easier to heal from. It robs you of the simplicity of it all-- being hurt by someone you desperately want to remember fondly.

Still, it's a very fine line to walk when I already have a big problem to fix here. I'm dealing with an egregiously racist trope, even if I HAVE already removed the MOST awful parts related to Canon!Slash's behavior (it's not appropriate for the tone I'm setting or something im comfortable writing).

But the physical abuse is a huge part of Fern Leaf. So, do you see my conundrum? I am confident handling the nuances of abuse, but this part of the story could use bleach.

I have a few ideas, one I'm leaning towards, but I'm still open to suggestions

Idea 1: Fern Leaf is one of Misty's kits

This was an earlier thought I'm moving away from, but it's worth mentioning. I already have Birch and Alder I'm doing this with, with Alder Claw eventually defecting from SkyClan, so adding Fern Leaf to the litter might be redundant.

In any case, Milkweed was mates with Misty. If this idea stays, Fern could be the one kitten she managed to escape with, forced to leave the other two behind. But then I wouldn't keep Fern's abuse, y'know?

(Plus Milkweed has so many kittens to pick from that I already need to shave some down. She's got like 6 in canon; I've gone over it before but a massive reason why WC's family trees are so tangled is because of "superqueens" like this. They tend to give one parent a lot of kits instead of giving a lot of parents a few kits.)

Idea 2: Fern Leaf is Star's daughter

Either with or without abuse, this is the one I'm leaning towards. It would mean she can show up a lot through the story as his ""lackey"" until Thunder and Bright learn that her and her dad are just like them.

If I nix the abuse (which seems wisest at the moment, honestly) then Fern can still be covered in her iconic scars, just from tangling with Park and Mountain cats constantly. Naturally she's at the forefront of battle patrols, she's fighting alongside her dad.

Plus, there's lots of opportunities for overhauling the dynamics from canon. Her mom didn't "abandon" them, she was probably attacked by the settlers. Star can be a good parent or just one with more complexity, instead of whatever canon was trying to do with Slash and this unrelated kid he hits.

(Re: very strange they refused to acknowledge that sometimes biodads are not worth forgiving or coddling. Interesting that Tom the Wifebeater and One Eye are sympathized with by the narrative for having kids. Curious they decided Canon!Slash of all characters would NOT be a father.)

Idea 3: Shuffle Fern into a Mountain or Park group.

AKA: prioritize the portrayal of intense physical abuse and her recovery, while avoiding tying it to the Forest cats entirely.

I feel like this one is the least interesting, but I'm keeping it on hand just in case. Like it says on the tin, she'd get any association with Slash/Star removed. I'd try to keep her developing a bond with Bright Storm though, since one of Gray Wing's... okayish moments was his interactions with Fern in trying to encourage her to leave.

(Even then, i really cant stand how the narrative concludes through Gray Wing that Slash is super evil because he doesnt feel love. And that he just decides to not tell Tall Shadow there's an evil group of cats spying on her and planning to invade because... Wisdom idk.)

If I do this, I will probably put her into WindCo. Their "homestead" system where individual families own mini-territories is a ripe situation for abuse to occur in, and the very structure of WindCo means that there's no one around to stop it or seek out for help.

Plus, maybe I could find some way for her to help out Thunder's crew as a WindCo insider. It's not a total wash, I just find Idea 2 more interesting.

[askinkiskarma]

Okay so, for the context I am at my grandparents house. Since little there was this boy living next to. We were always playing together being little, with my cousins and neighbours. We didn't come back for long, but enventually we did and it was different (we live far away). Like yes we grew and stuff, but he acted weird and I just need to now if it meant something or not.

Sooorry is so lonnng

So he came by to see my grandparents and I was minding my business, not really caring because we haven't seen eachother for awhile. My grandfather then comes by and tells me he would like if I came by (I know it sounds obvious and stuff but the unsure thing comes after). Out of a sudden he pops up in the garden and comes by with my mom (she told me she saw him and invited him back). He smiles and stuff and we start talking to catch after all these years. He said he knew I was there because my cousin wrote to him (she lives there too, near by). I just ask to joke, if they are flirting with each other (because they had a young two days teen thing haha). He said no (he doesn't like girls smoking) while looking at me weirdly, then he invites me to his home and wtf there was nobody. Sooo now ! There are the confusing things coming up !

- On one hand he offers me dessert (really good, chef one that his father only bought for him and gives one to me but on the other hand he is distant (physically with me).

- He talks about his love life out of nowhere (that he broke up and he is visibly single), also asks about my love life. I say that I am not I rusher. He then says that what I say makes sense and that he'd try to be like it. After he is kinda weird.

- We laugh and have a really good time (it's like yoyo). We even saved a baby bird and fed it (it was old enough to be saved. It's quite bushy where we live). I then say we should head back, because I didn't want my grandparents to worry since I left with no word (But it's 1 min away by foot so it wasn't a big deal). He is weird again and, but he clearly asked me these an hour before (if they would worry ?) Huhhhh ?

- He says he needs to leave, because friends are coming home for the night. But at a moment we were just sitting silently and I said that he can go if he has to and he says no no. So then we enventually start talking again.

- I ask him a moment about my cousin's number that I lost and ask him if he has it, he says that I'll see her anyways when she'll come the next day. Silent. He asks if I have social media. I simply answer him, but he doesn't say anything. To tease I ask if he wants my number. He says no (it was a chuckle, not mean. He ignores), but then he talks to me more than before. Wtf ?

- Lastly we hang out a bit, walking around the park, and says out of a sudden he needs to go. I say nicely it was cool, he ignores me ? AND I JUST remembered he kissed me (the goodbye kisses okay, but he didn't do it when he saw me. Wtf I am so stupid, did I really miss it. And plus just kissed back as nothing. Maybe it was just to say "yeah I like you but no" or the other way... ? I hate being so naïve sometimes). But he mumbled under his breath "yeah bye" and just left... !

Okay I am very confused haha... I would be honored if you'd give me some advices and explain me wtf he wants with me. Does he want something ? Is he playing ? Just to be clear, I am not searching for anything and not in a moment was inquisitive about something like this, flirting,.... So it would only come from him about any flirting sh*t haha. All the time it felt like a flirting thing and at the same time it was friendly. You know the just sweet friendly funny time. Plus these weird blanks and silences. To be honest I don't really want anything with him I am just trying to understand his brain (endless game ? Maybe lol)

I need help ! Anyways, sorry for this long stupid situation....

ILY bby byee !!💕💗💖

hi bb sorry i couldn't answer this last night, i was so tired after finishing monster in me :(

soo, i hope i'm understanding this correctly, but to me it seems like he's into you (inviting you to his home alone, giving you a dessert that seems special to him, clearly asking you about your love life and volunteering information about the fact that he's single) but maybe doesn't want to appear too eager, he seems like he wants to maintain some aloofness, and also he might be catching on to the fact that you might not really be interested, so he's playing it cool to figure you out?

that's what i'm getting from this, at least hahahah

hope this helps and do let me know how it goes xx

good luck and smooches x

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     this was what he wanted for so long, so why did he feel so confused when she kissed him? they had gotten close over the past few months and he knew that it was starting to feel like the old days, but there was still that pain that the young man felt in the bit of his stomach.

     so, garfield pushed terra away for just a moment as he got a good look at her.

          “sorry, i’m just...” he was letting his emotions take control. “lots of things on my mind right now..heh.”

[v-iv-rusty]

bloodborne is one of the few games that can be kind of emotionally draining for me if I play it for too long (in a good way) but the main thing that keeps me going is the need to see what new kind of fucked up creature is creaching just around the corner