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imabiscuitinthousandworlds · 10 months

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you ever just make a mistake so bad you gotta call in sick for a day

like it's nothing bad it's just that most classes are Gone™ and so are most teachers so we could choose between 3 projects for this week, right?

and my french teacher asked us to please please please choose the language project bc we're literally the only ones who *can* do that, and we were like yeah okay; except when i did sign up for it it was my last choice bc as i learned then you could also choose art (working with clay) or a writing workshop (literally just for creative writing)

but i would have felt really bad if i hadn't chosen languages first bc i said i would so i made the horrible mistake of doing that. and now i sat through research on police violence in my country (interesting, important, but i've been there done that), a few hours' lecture on human rights (technically interesting but learned nothing new or practical) and making a poster for a chosen human right (at least i got to he creative but like. ughhh)

and also we're watching a film i hate (entre les murs) which might be a good film if i wasn't so demotivated and fucking tired and it's literally exhausting to watch and it doesn't have a plot and i have zero emotional investment or anything, and i read that one critic review which certainly makes it sound great but my tired annoyed ass needs at least SOME storytelling in a fucking film and it's been dragging on for over an hour and there's still an hour LEFT and i'm gonna fucking cry

and the best part?? we're gonna make fucking worksheets regarding the film's themes and topics and camera angles and shit (all interesting if the film was fucking so) and then next year some poor saps who make the mistake to go to that "soirée cinéma" can school analyze that film with our template. everyone loved that

AND MEANWHILE my friends got several hours to just write a short story and i got to beta read those (they were great and i love doing that but i'm bursting with jealousy you feel me) like i know that's my fault for not just going fuck it but. UGHHHHHHHHHHH

the good news is that i ranted enough about it that both my parents separately suggested to call me in sick tomorrow and that's genuinely gonna save my life. and i mean. we *are* supposed to stay home if we're not feeling well an this is a FUCKING PAIN

#a biscuit's rambles #a biscuit's rants more like #its okay. mentally im participating in the writing workshop anyway #i finished two fic chapters yesterday alone (i am exercising self discipline and patience. for a day)#but while watching the film were not sitting at tables but in the middle of the fucking empty room so i cant even sketch or write or an #and its a pain #and if in pain stay at home right :))#<- screaming #i will write and read and sew so much #i finished sewing on one patch while listening to the special first edition vinyl of the punks that pulled us on stage #that was pretty great #hell im still fucking high on that feeling whenever i think of it. its saving me

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waywardted · 1 year

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One last round of field notes 📝

#ted lasso #ted x rebecca #rebecca welton #teddy boy #otp: you liven up the place #m*ne #mine: lasso #honestly i am trying to manage my expectations #i respect their story whatever it is #but when i put my big girl objective hat on i'm almost more convinced???#like these aren't tin hat things this is the foundation they laid!!!#the cuts!!! THE CUTS!!#people will return to the christmas episode year after year so it has to hold up within the larger narrative and tHEY DID THAT???#deborah asks the naked man in rebecca's kitchen 'will there be biscuits with that'!!!!! when one person notably keeps rebecca in biscuits!!!#that one puts me over the edge #like why else?!?!? WHY ELSE?!?!?!?!#i mean as a writer as an i daresay media-literate person.... narratively..... why. else.#been a long time since a proper tag rant we're back baby

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ectocosme · 3 months

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I think the next time I go to my Dr I'll just write "Elher-danlos syndrome, ever heard of it you white-coated buffoon!? (or smth close)" right on my forehead bc I get so hesitant and go "mn, mayhaps, perhaps, i'm not sure, it's not just anxiety and more sports won't help?"

#rant tags #sorry not sorry #why even bother if the last 400 times i saw someone they said:#“it's anxiety (let's not treat this anxiety (which i have and i'd like treated too)). do sports #white-coat “authority” is the only one i'm intimidated by #is it intimidated if i just get a sense of #“you should eat more *cue side eye of suspicion i'm anorexic or smth* (as i was wiping crumbs of biscuits from my mouth)”#“you're just too tense. take some yoga classes”#“meh from what i hear it's a dorsalgia. rest and do sports” (i'm still pretty sure i broke/dislocated smth)#“yeah you dislocated your patella from the sound of it but you walk fine? so no radio”#the 1th day i met him my current Dr read my files and said “you don't like going to the Dr. there's like 2 years without anything”#*you don't say meme*#reading the stuff above & putting a clown nose as i realise my hunch of “maybe i was medically dismissed/neglected” is right #“just come when you hurt somewhere else”#DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME EACH WEEK?#DO YOU THINK I /WOULD/ COME AND PAY YOU FOR THAT?

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shidouryusm · 5 months

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Welcome to sami having her writer imposter syndrome 338242 times a day and questioning years of writing that she did ever since she was 14 🤡

#sams.shit #idk whether my other writer moots can relate but honestly more than being a bad writer #i question whether I'm stagnant in my writing or not #I sometimes feel like my style has not evolved #well it definitely improved from when I was 14 ofc #but yknow I want to make it more refined #more sophisticated but everytime I attempt I lose track on how to?#like I end up writing sentences that I feel is the same style always #and it gets redundant #and I hate the piece with every fiber of my being #to my writer babies if yall have faced similar problems or have overcomed such- let me know too #writing is fun and has always been fun but there's also a factor of improvement that works for me too yknow #i wanna be better especially when Im entering a new year #okay im done ranting byee gonna have tea and digestive biscuits now #they slap together

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torchickentacos · 1 year

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13: Favorite Food

Hello!!! I LOVE food, and absolutely can't choose just one, so here's a top five. Longer post where I just talk about food.

Seafood. I just have to have the entire category here. I was pescetarian for a long time and would still be if I was just eating for myself. Flaky white fish battered and fried, sushi, oysters, salmon with herbs on top, crab and lobster, shrimp, the lil dudes in the shells, all of it. I have not met a fish I don't like. Seafood, especially sushi and shelled things, are a rare treat for me, but when I do eat it I'm in HEAVEN. But one of the best ones is fried tilapia with cajun seasoning or a southern seafood boil. My seafood tip: find a place near you that does seasonal seafood/rotational menus. Way more likely to be fresh.

Biscuits and gravy. Southern comfort food number one, in my opinion. Flaky biscuits coated in WHITE gravy, not like. turkey gravy. My mama always used chipped beef instead of sausage, but it's good just about however you make it.

Apple dumplings/apple pie. Same category because they're sort of the same dish but repackaged. Look, you've got a crust, apple, spices, and sugar. That's gonna be good no matter what you do with it.

Anita's breakfast burritos. A rare indulgence for my family but it's SO GOOD.

Finally, outback steak. It's more of an association thing because one night it was just me and my grandma, and we were hungry and she was like "let's be real fancy and get outback" because that's fancy shit to me. Last legit fancy resturaunt I went to was my Uma's 100th birthday dinner like eight years ago. ANYWAYS granny and I just stayed in and watched netflix and had a great time on the couch in the basement eating steak watching queer eye.

#long tags and talk about history and culture. food inspires conversation and connection #tw food #food #I feel like i'm somewhat exposing my redneck culture here #we got DUMPLINS AND BISCUITS N GRAVY AND FRIED FISH AND SEAFOOD BOILS #not my fault southern cuisine is top tier #I once had a friend say like. you're not that southern you're in (state)#like ok i have a whole rant but basically it comes down to the fact that culture is generally much more tied to #things like upbringing and practices and tradition and lifestyle than actual physical location #it's SO INTERESTING I had a class about it #but basically the area I'm in used ot be all farmland and mountains #now it's basically a central hub for data centers and airports and stuff #and people move in and out all the time #but my family. both sides. have been here for a super long time #so our practices and culture are deeply rooted in the area and it's survived #even though most others like that have left the area #so when I call myself southern it's not about the actual location or those around me #it's about learning to can tomatoes and talking like my great grandparents did and cooking food they made and hearing stories about the #farm they had with the animals they raised and the coal miners and stuff like that #I really urge you guys to look into your family history and learn about it #ask family members if you can #like i learned that a lot of my family was actually involved in one of many 1900s labor/worker's rights disputes #the names shouldn't be there and shouldn't connect me to any of it in a doxxing way #so if you want some history look up the harlan coal wars / bloody harlan #kentucky coal miners were tired of being sent to die for work basically #ALSO food is history #hence how it spurred on my usual long tags

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justanawesomeowl · 3 months

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love and hate how I'll have a good 5min conversation with a guy and part of my brain will inmediately try to imagine how the next 20 years could turn out.

like, nobody knows what its going on in my brain but it's still pretty cringe.

At least this time I do find him semicute

edit: it's also weird because I'm not someone who is obsessed with partnering up. Do I think I could be a great partner? Yes. Do I want to get married and have kids? If possible yes. Am I open to dating now if I had a crush and it was reciprocated? Also yes. But none of those thing substract that I'm also happy as I am and that I'm aware that my priority is to follow God, whatever path he choses for us. e

#no i don't rant about every guy I crush on here. There have been at least 3 since biscuit guy #and we also got the return of stars guy in between #honestly people here are super polite and educated #I'm used to guys... not being like that #so to be walked home or have people let me pass first on doors or that someone will take care of the tidying after dinner... feels nice #like... I am one for equality and all but I also do that for my (girl) friends a lot of the time #this politeness thing is not 1 person specific but most of my guy friends from the residence hall. Im not used to it #personal #owl rambles #erasmus #(on the edit) I explained all that to the guy i talked with today maybe it weirded him out #im re-analyzing everything and:#we walked for 15 minutes together. Then I changed paths a bit to walk one more street with him and then he walked me to my residence's door #(supposedly he lives in the same neighbourhood)#and he told me to come to dinner to his apartment this week (but that's also something we do a lot and an invitation with common friends)

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anyroads · 2 years

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OK you know what, if we're gonna talk about Bake Off then fuck it, let's do this.

It used to be this wholesome, lovely show! We used to watch it for the bakers! And the learning! And the light banter and occasional bit of coy innuendo! What happened?

Channel 4 happened. When they bought the show they made a number of changes, most of them Not Good™️. Not just in the sense of them resulting in a lot of 😬 and 🫠 moments, but in the sense of how they changed the show's purpose, atmosphere, and brand.

Look, I know most people are just like, "whatever, it's just a baking show," and yeah, sure. But it's one of the UK's most successful TV exports, and where it once shifted the tone of reality competition to being wholesome and supportive of contestants, it's since moved towards creating tension at the contestants' cost. So aside from the fact that most people watching it signed up to watch a nice show, it has also shifted the goalposts of what that even means. And that, lovelies and gentlefolk, is some bullshit.

I decided to break my rant analysis into four main parts: theme weeks, the hosts, the judges, and the bakers. Let's get to it!

Theme Weeks:

If you watch Bake Off, you know the show's always had a specific theme for each week. The staples that come up in most seasons are:

cake

biscuit

bread

pudding/dessert

pastry

patisserie

Less common but consistent are things like caramel and chocolate week.

Then there are the fun episodes! When GBBO was on the BBC, this started out with things tea week, tarts, pies, tray bakes, basically little tangents still focused on emphasizing specific baking skills. In Series 6 (still on the BBC) they had their first nation-focused theme week with French week -- fairly innocuous given that a lot of patisserie is French, France and England share much more culture than either cares to admit [Norman Flag dot gif], and it was a nice change from watching Paul make the bakers do recipes that involved boiling things while talking about how wonderful boiled doughs are (are they, Paul? Are they?).

The show kept mixing it up with innocuous themes like advanced dough and alternative ingredients weeks, European cakes, Victorian week, batter week, and botanical week. And while it was frustrating to watch Paul Hollywood mispronounce things like the Hungarian Dobos Torta and lecture bakers on babka when he clearly knew nothing about it (or about Jewish baking in general, go off Past Me), the show's general attitude was that the judges had their own opinions, which were separate from the immutable facts around the chemistry of baking (more on this later) and shouldn't affect how bakers are judged.

After the show moved to Channel 4, the number of themed weeks increased and more of them focused on specific countries. In 6 seasons on the BBC, there were only two country-focused theme weeks, and in 5 seasons on Channel 4 there have been five. And while they've also had themes like vegan baking, roaring 20s, the 1980s, spice week, etc. the show has really started to go hard on exoticizing other cultures in outright disrespectful and racist ways. There's been Italian and Danish week, German, Japanese (it wasn't, it was East Asian week), and now Mexican week (which doesn't touch on interspersed Jewish bakes that didn't get a theme week, like versions of bagels and babka set as technical challenges that were borderline hate crimes and mansplained by a guy who has no idea how to make either and once wrote in a cookbook that challah was traditionally eaten during Passover). Each time the hosts played up the theme with racist bits and jokes that can be used as evidence in court if your case is "why should shows with scripted content have a professional writing staff."

Which touches on other issues the show has now...

The Hosts:

When GBBO was on the BBC, the show was hosted by ✨Mel Giedroyc✨ and ✨Sue Perkins✨. They encouraged the bakers! They'd hold stuff for them sometimes! They were interested in them! If a baker had a breakdown, they would start singing copyrighted material to render the footage unusable! When the show moved to Channel 4, they left, though I'm not unconvinced that Channel 4 offered them impossible to accept contracts to force them out so they could rebrand the show. They replaced them with Sandy Toksvig and Noel Fielding. Sandy was a lovely host in the vein of Mel and Sue, and she and Noel had a relatively sweet rapport, but she left a few seasons ago and was replaced by Matt Lucas.

Noel Fielding is mostly known for his quirky brand of comedy, a sort of British Zooey Deschanel who's goth from the neck up, an upperclass British gay divorcee from the neck down, and basically an early 60s Beatle re: trousers. Matt Lucas has almost definitely never watched a single episode of GBBO and his most redeeming quality is his thinly veiled contempt for Paul Hollywood.

The two treat the baking tent as their personal playground. Far from the supportive attitude of Mel and Sue, they tend to get in the bakers' way during the most stressful moments, especially when they try to do hilarious "comedy" bits (I can't not put that in quotes) like Noel's talking wooden spoon thing, or Matt talking over Noel to do time calls. During theme weeks like Japanese and Mexican week, they do culture-specific bits that are both racist ("just Juan joke" and "is Mexico a real place?") and unsurprising, given that both Matt and Noel did blackface on their respective sketch shows and absolutely could and should have known better because it was already the current fucking century.

All this to say, there's now a separation between the bakers and the hosts, as if they're on different shows. The hosts are doing their own thing and the bakers are doing GBBO. The show has gotten meaner to the bakers, and the hosts aren't there to support them anymore, they're just there to be comic relief. Because when you refocus your show on stressing the bakers the fuck out, you need a forced laugh I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

The Judges:

First of all, a sincere congratulations to Paul Hollywood who managed to squeeze I jUsT cAmE bAcK fRoM mExIcO aNd YeT sTiLL pRoNoUnCe PiCo De GaLLo As 'PiKa De KaLLa' and I aM aN eXpErT oN s'MoReS wHiCh aRe MaDe WiTh DiGeStiVe BiScUiTs AcCoRdiNg tO mE, aN eXpErT oN s'MoReS, just two in a giant pile of astoundingly wrong hot takes, into a short enough time span that they all aired within Liz Truss's term as Prime Minister. A true man of accomplishments.

In the interest of fairness, I need to preface this with a disclaimer that, due to the fact that I've been watching Bake Off for most of its run, I'm biased. Specifically, I can't stand Paul Hollywood's smarmy, classist, egomaniac ass because he's proven time and again he's more interested in looking smart than actually knowing what he's talking about. Since the show moved to Channel 4, they've changed the occasional handshake Paul would give bakers to the HoLlYwOoD hAnDsHaKe™️. It's gone from being an emphasis of someone's skill to a goal, a reward, and one that emphasizes the judges' place above the bakers.

The judges used to function as teachers, imparting their skills and insights to the bakers. When the show was on the BBC, the voiceover leading to a judging would focus on the bakers' work being finished, saying how it will now be evaluated based on their skill and how well they met the brief. The voiceovers now, on Channel 4, focus on the judging (literally saying something along the lines of, "the bakers will now be judged by Prue and Paul"). There is a clear distinction Channel 4's producers have made, to mark that the show is now about whether or not the judges approve, not whether the brief was understood and executed well. On the BBC, it was irrelevant whether the judges liked a particular flavor, as long as the bake was well-made. Now, the bakers are expected to know the judges tastes and cater to them, which is frankly bullshit. A judge doesn't have to like a flavor to know whether or not it was executed well, ie. is it carrying a bake and was it meant to etc.

The judges have been turned into a brand. Cynically, Channel 4 knows that by building them up and focusing the show more on them, they can exploit their image more for profit. In the process, they've become much more biased and their own biases have come out as well. Most recently in the flaming dumpster fire that was Mexican Week, Paul Hollywood tried to intimidate a baker by telling them he had just gotten back from Mexico (which must have been a fruitful learning trip if he couldn't even learn how to pronounce pico de gallo correctly). Where do I even start with this? Here's an amateur baker from England (the show specifically casts middle and lower middle class bakers for the most part??) who likely can't afford trips to Mexico, who lives in a country with incredibly limited access to Mexican cuisine, who is expected not only to understand the cooking and baking traditions of a completely different culture but to do so well enough to play with it and do something creative with it. On top of which, one of the judges is now using his privilege of traveling halfway around the world as some kind of leverage, as if this were a bar that any amateur British baker could clear.

Prue, meanwhile, has openly asserted her biases against cultural flavors and textures, prioritizing her own personal preferences over them, as if they were in any way relevant to the skills and knowledge necessary to execute the tasks she sets to the bakers. She has also been consistently elitist, criticizing bakers for choices they made that were clearly informed by their experiences within income brackets that are too low and foreign for Prue to comprehend. She once had a go at a baker on a Christmas special because his Christmas dinner themed bake didn't have a turkey, even though it was clear from the stories he shared of his own Christmases that his family likely couldn't afford one. "It's not really Christmas dinner without a turkey," Prue said into the camera angrily while sitting on a chair made of live orphans and telling the ghost of Christmas Future to come back when he had another museum gift shop necklace for her to round out her collection.

The show is no longer about which baker has the best skills. It's become about which mortal can appease the gods of Mount Olympus, ie. the judges.

The Bakers:

Remember when the show was about them? Channel 4 doesn't! Because this is a reality competition show, the bakers are chosen both based on their skills, as well as cast-ability. They're cast as characters, distinct from each other, from different areas, age groups, ethnicities. All of them are amateurs. All of them are middle or lower middle class. They've ranged from college students to supermarket cashiers to prison wardens to scientists.

Something I noticed when the show moved to Channel 4 is that the baker who goes home in the first week is always wildly behind the rest in skills. I have no proof of this other than my eyeballs and deductive reasoning skills, but I think that Channel 4 deliberately casts a ringer each season who they think will be an easy send-off in the first week, just to get the audience's feet wet.

Anyway, like I said, this show used to be about the bakers - about them building skills and learning, and having walked into the tent with a self-taught foundation and understanding of the processes and chemical reactions involved in baking. When the show was on the BBC, the end of each round had some (often brief) moments of tension - will they finish in time? Will they get their bakes on the plate before time is up? Did they forget to add sugar to their batter and only remember at the last minute? In the end, they usually managed to finish and we'd all breathe a sigh of relief and think, yeah! You go, Bakers Who I'm Rooting For!

Now, on Channel 4, the end of round drama has been stretched to be so much longer that they've composed extra music for it. The bakers often seem out of their depth, whether because the instructions for the technical challenge are too vague (bake a lemon meringue pie??? As if anyone in the UK under the age of 60 has had one in the last decade???), or because they were expected to bake something that required a more than a basic foundation they weren't told of. Often it seems like they just aren't given enough time, a tactic used by reality competition shows to manipulate contestants into giving the cameras more dramatic content. On top of all this, the hosts get in their way, instead of helping them plate their bakes. As has been pointed out before, when everyone fails the challenge, the real failure lies with whoever set it.

In conclusion:

The show no longer exists to teach the bakers - and the audience - skills or knowledge. It now manipulates contestants for dramatic effect and prioritizes showing conflict over wholesome content. Channel 4 sees the bakers as social media content they can churn out season after season, and don't care about them because in a few months there'll be a new batch to exploit. Meanwhile, the judges are also out of their depth, co-opting recipes from other cultures and butchering them horrendously, while the camera gives them nothing but status as they hold bakers to the expectation that they learn how to make things very much the wrong way. If you saw any of the tweets about Mexican or Japanese week, or read my post on how Paul Hollywood isn't allowed to go near babka ever again, you'll understand.

So what would fix all this? Scrap the current judges and the hosts altogether. Bring back Mel and Sue, and replace the judges with expert bakers who have a love of their craft and want to share it with others. The draw of GBBO used to be its warmth and comfort - if Channel 4 isn't going to start its own version of Master Chef For Bakers, then it needs to stop trying to find a balance of how it can insert that vibe into GBBO. It can't. That's not a thing. Stop trying.

#GBBO #paul hollywood #prue leith #the great british bake off

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citruslullabies · 18 days

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Can we please have some more dog moments from Dogday please?

Sure can do sweetheart! Dog moments from Dogday💚

Dogday is well.. extremely loyal

He waits for you every day, waiting patiently for you to come back to him. Fearful that one day you won't

But you always do, and he can't help but adore the loving hands that return to him and save him from himself and his story

The clock ticked effortlessly, each tick feeling like an hour but it had only been a minute. The large canine sighed as he waited by the door of the cabin you all called home, with Biscuits nuzzled into his side as he waited. Peanuts waited too, howling sometimes as he felt you took too long to come home and Cubby just kept her distance from everything until she knew you were home.

His floppy ears drooped even more, eyes weary as he thought of any possibility. Even after you had all left the factory, his heart still couldn't fathom the fact that they were all safe and he still worried for your safety when you were away. In a way, being in the outside world rather than the factory made him fear for you more. So when he heard the fumbling of keys and saw the door open, he immediately got up and greeted you with a wagging tail. "Angel! You're home. How was your day? Did anything happen at work?" He asked, following you around like a lost puppy dog when he was a grown man. He listened to you rant and ramble, listening and just glad you were home. He would lay by that door and rot if you hadn't.

Dogday doesn't like baths

He can tolerate them but... He isn't gonna like em

And he has no clue why, when he was a human he loved taking hot showers. Not it just felt like an inconvenience to him

Dogday grumbled as you forced his oversized body into the tub before turning on the faucet, ignoring his groans and stares of displeasure as his arms were folded over his golden chest. The warm water felt nice but something about having wet fur just irked him.

He felt your gentle hands rub the soap into his fur, and he didn't mind that.. he just didn't like when you'd get a plastic bowl and fill it up with water before dunking it on his head or wherever he was soapy. Grumbling every time you did and shaking as payback, getting you and everything surrounding you soaked. You turned your back for a moment, grabbing a brush to brush a knot you found in his fur.. and he took the chance. Slowly, he lifted himself up and tried to sneak out of the bathtub but was quickly caught red-handed.

"Dogday!" You scolded, walking back over and ignoring his big guilty puppy eyes as you got him back in the bathtub. He huffed and wanted to fight against you, but just gave up. You're lucky he loved you so much.

Time for the angst guys

Remember how I said he'd just lay and rot in front of the door if you didn't come back? Yeahhh..

He waited, and oh how he waited so very patiently. Waiting for hours with each tick that echoed through the house for you.

It had been days and he was scared, wanting to go out and look for you but you had told him to stay. And he was loyal to your demands... But he found himself too heavy to move and take care of himself or anyone else inside as long as you were gone. He continued to wait, ignoring a worried Poppy and Kissy. Ignoring the worried stares and even Cubby coming along and trying to get him to move despite her distaste for him.

He stayed and waited. And waited. And waited. Your scent started to leave the house, and that broke his heart. You smelled like nostalgia and home, like a fresh baked pie on thanksgiving but the home was now empty and abandoned. The pie now rotten and the good smell fading, all he could smell was the rain outside and the sadness he felt.

Nothing could make him move, and he continued to wait for you. And he would stay waiting for as long as it takes.

Thank you for requesting hon!

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mamisfavmosher · 3 months

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hear me out rhea x southern!reader. like reader is from DEEP in the south and rhea can’t understand her sometimes

hehehe i have some deep tennessee roots in me so i absolutely love this!

i just did some bullet points of certain sayings and scenarios i think would happen :))

sweetie from the south // rhea ripley x fem!reader

"you done started pissin' me off, Rhea. i swear we can't have anything nice in this house." you huffed as rhea broke yet another object, determined to prove her ultimate strength to you.

"lord help me"

"Rhea, god willing and the creek don't rise, I think you're gonna be WWE's biggest star yet!" you exclaimed, kissing her cheek. "What creek?" She asked, confused.

"there really ain't nothing to it, Rhea. I know you drank the last of my Kool-Aid!" "i needed something sweet and you put loads of sugar in there!" She defended herself.

"hurry up! I swear you're movin' slower than molasses over there!" you hollered at Rhea as she took her sweet time fixing her hair.

"babydoll, how much hairspray do you need?" rhea asked, walking up behind you. "you know what Dolly always says, the higher the hair the closer to God!" you smiled at her through the mirror and continued your never ending spritz of hairspray.

"oh my sweet heavens! Rhea!!" you clutched a hand over your chest as Rhea stumbled backstage with bruised ribs after Nia Jax's attack.

"well, butter me up and call me a biscuit, it is hot out here." you huffed, hands on your hips. Rhea admired you from behind, taking in the view of you in your bikini at the beach. "I'll butter you up, don't have to tell me twice. C'mere, baby." She said and pulled you to her, a cheeky grin on her face as she held up the sunscreen.

"It's just so frustrating, you know?" rhea ended her angry rant about some annoying person at work. "you're preachin to the choir, baby." you agreed with her rant casually.

"how long is the party gonna take?" Rhea asked, smugly observing your outfit as you fixed your makeup in the mirror. "Till the cows come home, probably." You shrugged, spritzing perfume on your neck. "Cows? You're bringing cows home?! Babe, maybe you shouldn't go-" Rhea looked alarmed as she quickly blocked the doorway. "I am not bringin' cows home, rhea! It's just an expression." you giggled.

"you're glowin', sugar! look at you! grinnin' like a possum eating' a sweet tater!" you hugged rhea as she came out of the bathroom in a pretty black dress. A strong look of confusion crossed her face, "a possum? i hope that's a compliment." She shrugged. "Well, you missed the rest of it! A possum eatin' a sweet tater! Means you look happy." you gave her a sweet smile and pecked her lips. "I'm always happy around you, babe."

"pretty as a peach, mami!" you commented on her appearance when she came out of the bedroom one day. "Pretty as a peach? What's that supposed to mean?" She chuckled. "Ya' know... you're lookin' prettier than a glob of butter meltin' on a stack of wheat cakes!" you exclaimed. "Babe... what?" Her face said it all. She was so confused. "It means you look dazzlin', sugar. Now, c'mon, let's go!"

i loved this, i could definitely do more at some point if anyone wanted it

#rhea ripley #wwe #the judgement day #wwe superstars #fanfiction #rhea ripley x reader #southern!reader #request #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley wwe #rhea ripley imagine

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aziraphales-library · 17 days

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Hii im looking for fic that looks at Crowley/aziraphale from an outside perspective for example the other whickber street traders being confused about where Aziraphale has gone and asking Crowley or other civilians noticing aziraphale and Crowley in general. Not looking for a particular fanfiction.

I do love a good #outsider POV fic...

Eavesdropping by IneffableDoll (G)

A patron of the pub overhears a bewildering conversation between a grey suit (Gabriel) and a beige suit (Aziraphale) in which their adoring descriptions of their respective goth partners are extremely…concerning.

The Mystery of the Missing Mr. Fell by treatsnsweets (G)

"Aren't you investigating? Keep the rant about the confusing relationship with Sunglasses in a separate thing." Phyllis spoke out loud, reading the notebook. "Hey! I'm not done with that yet. It's still my first draft and I needed more evidence." Trixie huffed as they grabbed her notebook back. Or Two teens decided to investigate why "Mr. Fell" has disappeared after the events of season 2.

Sanctuary by Scheissemann (M)

Days were hard for the shopkeepers on Whickber Street, Crowley was drinking, and Mrs. Sandwich just wanted to have a cigarette undisturbed.

What You've Lost But Never Had by BlackUnicorn (NR)

Mr. Fell, for that was all everyone knew to call him, was a peculiar man. He owned the bookshop next to Frank's record shop – A. Z. Fell & Co. it was called – and it had been there for as long as anyone could remember. Why, if Frank's mother, may she rest in peace, was to be believed, the Mr. Fell who had been around when she'd opened her own establishment was the very same that was still around now, over 70 years ago. That couldn't possibly be true, of course, and yet sometimes Frank wondered. He remembered Mr. Fell, of course, from his own childhood, his own youth, the kind man living next door, a little reclusive, perhaps, but always willing to offer a cup of tea and some nice biscuits to anyone in need of a cheer-up.

A Table For One by WaitingToBeBroken (T)

There is a couple that has been coming to Justine's restaurant every third Wednesday of the month for more than a decade. Now, they are suddenly gone. Justine decides to ask around the neighbourhood about them. Everyone has a different theory.

amaranthus cruentus by jilliancares (G)

“It’s not my plant.” “Okay,” says Nina. “I mean, it wasn’t my plant. It was given to me. I didn’t pick it out.” “Right.” “I don’t even like flowers,” Crowley continues. “I like leafy plants. Leafy plants make sense.”

Or: Crowley and Aziraphale navigating their break-up, through the eyes of everyone else. Or: 5 times Crowley and Aziraphale deal with their heartbreak, plus 1 time they actually do something about it.

All of This is Completely Normal Here by TogetherAgain (G)

The events of an entirely ordinary day for one particular police station in London towards the beginning of summer in 2019. ~ ~ ~ Lonnie Clarke was talking to a lunatic. To be fair, that wasn’t really unusual. It was a standard part of police work. This particular lunatic was a special sort of insane, though. Crazy like a fox, this Mr. Fell. Or, just absurdly lucky. Clarke was just finishing up with him — confirming his contact information, thanking him for his time, and so on — when an entirely different and more familiar lunatic came swaggering in with their hands cuffed in front of them. “OI! Who sent a rookie to pick me up all by herself? That’s hazing, ‘s what that is. Thought you lot were above all that.” Ladies and gentlemen, A.J. Crowley was in the building.

the best of the world in the palm of our hands by middyblue (T)

Crowley seems to be going through a bad breakup and Maggie just wants to help. Apparently, the world is also ending.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #outsider pov #mod d

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imabiscuitinthousandworlds · 8 months

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I'm so ashamed of myself. I have done so much research for the 1930s noir fic and yet I missed this. I could have made them live through an extremely cold time, like, some of the most extreme weather in New York. February 1934. But nooo. I'm past that. I'm in early 1935. Fuck damn it.

#a biscuit's rambles #why didnt i research the weather earlier??? ive looked up incredibly specific stuff before #this is like the fifth time im googling the date of a jewish holiday in the 1930s to get a vague time frame #why didnt i think of the weather sooner?????#i am. SO. ANNOYED. at myself. it would have been PERFECT. make them almost freeze and stuff #UGH. so many opportunities and possibilities. make them even more bitter than before at all the suffering #like COME ON #i was TOTALLY SLEEPING ON THAT I AM AN IDIOT #my fics #waaaait i could just shove a oneshot in there. i can write a oneshot about such a situation. okay fuck yeah ik what im doing #rant is over i have found an alternative

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bubblebisk · 5 months

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ANOTHER BISCUIT RANT BABIES

Imagine getting rough and aggressive Chan. Oh my goodness, he's staring at the new necklaces you got as a gift from another guy friend while he's pounding into your soft velvety walls and obviously it doesn't go unnoticed. You wore the necklace for a reason, it was cheap and you honestly could care less for it but, seeing Chan getting all jealous whenever he sees it just compels you to wear it since he gets even more possessive then he already is; rubbing your collar bones more often and kissing your neck more often than usual and it's so fuckin hot. So you have such a cute little idea.

"Channie I th-think I need a new necklace" you moaned out and made sure to put extra emphasis on the necklace part. And obviously he looks at you a little confused, why would his precious baby be telling him they need a new necklace while he's basically carving out a permanent home for his fat cock.

You grab his hand and put it up to your neck "S-see this looks sooo m-much cuter. If you w-want you can get rid of th-this old one."

He finally gets what you're implying and grabs the chain before ripping it off. Obviously it didn't hurt it was cheap and thin.

"You're such a little slut baby." Are the words you hear him hiss out before he picks up his pace keeping his hand on your neck while putting pressure on the sides of your neck.

Safe to say there's a lot of necklaces you're willing to destroy just so you can have another mind numbing experience.

Hello my loves it's been a while but here's a little rant I had. It's kinda different from my usual words everywhere but like I couldn't put it in that way. I'm thinking my next thing be fuckin chan to chase Atlantic with his strong Aussie accent GOD anyways special that you to this lovely babe for giving me this idea @maximumkillshot thank youuu and happy holidays for those who celebrate it buhbye.🩷

#bang chan #christopher bang #bang chan smut #bangchan hard thoughts #skz #biscuitrants #skz chan

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novistarplanet · 10 months

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I have another ask… if that’s alright

I need some JJK period comfort.

Possibly with: Nanami, Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki Toge

Thanks!

-Roaring

Sorry these took so long but noo your fine i needed some more ideas to write anyways !

ill add tags later

Period comfort with the jjk boys!

Nanami

As another cramp bursts through your body you cant help but to cry more into you side. As you shrivel your body deeper into a fetus position.

Not only the pain was too much a to bare physical it was mentally too much. You and nanami have been trying for a while to conceive.

A coming of days ago you received a positive home testing answering y’all’s prayers until now your period came. You knew nanami would be upset even if he didn’t show it.

You were crying so much you didn’t even realize your husband sitting next to you on the bed soothing your back.

You couldn’t help but to mumble apologies but he stops you in your tracks and kisses your forehead.

“With child or not i am blessed to still have you”

Gojo

You boyfriend can be a goofy-ball most of the time…ALL THE TIME but this time your just not in the mood.

It was dark in your dorm a track of ocean waves play as you try to focus on studying and ignore the constant bangs against your stomach.

But suddenly your boyfriend busts in turning on the lights annoying you. You honestly couldn’t care least that Geto could eat 4 biscuits without water. As he ket talking and talking about nonsense you snapped at him.

you didn’t mean it no but sometimes you just want him to shut up. You knew he took the hint at the way his face fell and his talking came to a pause a moment of silence came and he left the room.

You honestly felt like an asshole. A asshole with stomach pain you notice the door slowly opening again with the figure of Gojo popping up.

“i know that your probably in a lot of pain right now and i got this for you” he reveals his hands showing an heating pad.

You too spent the next couple of hours ranting about who can eat the most biscuits

Yuji

Out of all the boys you knew Yuji was just the sweetest out there. Reminding you to eat when you been studying to much to tucking you into bed when you fell asleep in the car

This time was no different you two were out on a date when your period came. You didn’t expect it to come so soon but nevertheless you went to the bathroom and took care of it but what you didn’t really didn’t expect was the pain to come so quickly.

Yuji knew something was up the way your face twisted in pain each minute or so. You couldn’t even make it through your broccoli without having a death grip on your fork.

a series of questions came from yuji came from him each time he notices your face switching you brushed him off with each question. But after you dropped your fork you told him about your period.

after that he paid for the remaining balance for the food and too you too home. You spend the rest of the night wrapped in his arms with an heating pad on your belly.

Megumi

You and your boyfriend Megumi have been dating for a couple of months either of you spent the night over each other houses or done anything sexual.

To be fair he didn’t know anything about the female anatomy until now. You too were on face-time like always you just doing goofy things while Megumi just watch you and laugh it off.

He notice how your laughs came to a stop and how you were quick to turn your camera off and moaning loudly. Soon the call came to a end. He thought that he should just give you your privacy. but then again?? could he really?

in next 20 minutes he came with your favorite snacks to check up on you while you explain to him about periods and your body. The night ended with you too watching Love is blind.

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son-of-a-top-gun · 4 months

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Sky's The Limit Part 3

we're back baby and things are getting spicy (ish)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of strippers/lapdancing, two horny people who desperately need to get off, shameless flirting, Bradley being a babe as usual, continuation of the bob fucks agenda

Sky's The Limit Part 3

Bradley could tell you were starting to get a little down. As one of the only people who actually knew about the book, he was also one of the only people you can tell about how it was really going. You had been giving hints that it was not going well, but after he catches you lying face down in one of the Hard Deck boothes, he decides that’s enough. It was time for you to have a bit of fun, even just for one night.

“Bradley, it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“I know.” He keeps staring ahead, hands still on the wheel. He had offered to give you a lift to his house, where you were supposed to be having a few ‘casual drinks’. You took one look of the bag of balloons and had known exactly what that meant.

“You don’t have to throw me a stupid party.”

“But this isn’t just any party, baby girl. This is a Bradshaw party, which only get offered to the creme de la creme. Besides, you haven’t even been given a proper welcome to San Diego. There’s no way you can stay here one more day without an official welcome.”

You smile at him. Bradley truly was one of the best friends a girl could wish for. Losing his parents only meant he loved people harder and you loved that about him. You couldn’t have imagined anyone more perfect for your sister, you just wanted them to hurry up and realise they were in love with each other so he could legally become part of the family.

“Ugh fine, But you best make -

“Those biscuits you like. Honestly what do you take me for Ladybug? I’ve already got the ingredients in the back.”

You turn around. Of course he did.

******

Of course the party is perfect. Bradley had cued all your favourite songs, supplied all your favourite snacks (as well as some supposed San Diego delicacies) and invited all your new pilot friends, who you had really become quite fond of. They’d all been extra nice to you lately, which made you wonder what sort of desperate vibes you were giving off. Even Jake had been less annoying the last week, perhaps sensing your stress, making less sassy comments, leaving you well alone when you were trying to write and even occasionally letting you rant about the inaccessibility of online archives. The most surprising thing was that your favourite coffee had been turning up at the Hard Deck every morning before you arrived with a little ladybug drawn on it, along with anonymous notes that had literary motivational quotes on it. You had initially attributed it to Bradley, but he denied it and no one else at the party would fess up either.

The party is in full swing, and you are a couple of drinks in, starting to feel relaxed for the first time in weeks. You were listening to Phoenix tell everyone about her new girlfriend, which was nauseatingly adorable. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt like that about someone. The last guy you went on a date with tried to give you his manuscript to read over the minute you said you were a writer, and after that you swore off casual dating. Which was lucky, because it seemed all the men here were Navy men, which you had sworn off a long time ago.

Without thinking, you find yourself scanning the room.

Everyone is here, except one particular blonde pilot. You don’t know why you are looking for him. It was just wherever the pilots were, so was he. You had to admit, It was sort of odd for him not to be there. You find yourself wondering if he finally got that hot date he seemed to be begging for. From what the other pilots told you, Jake had always been a massive flirt and had been known to get around most of the women of San Diego. You hated that you were thinking about this so much and took another hefty swig of your drink.

“Hope you didn’t miss me, darlin’.” A familiar voice leans into your ear.

You almost leap out of your skin. “Jesus Christ, Bagman you can’t sneak up on people like that! You nearly scared the pants off me.” He looks down on you with that annoying smile of his and you suddenly feel very cold in your little strappy vest top.

He leans down. “Trust me, don’t need to scare you to get you out of your pants sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes at him and are about to come back with a witty retort when you see out of the corner of your eye Bradley brandishing an empty bottle. He claps his hands and everyone turns around.

“I think it’s time for a game guys.”

“Really Bradley?” You raise an eyebrow. “Spin the bottle?”

“What, are you scared?” Jake immediately chimes in. You shoot him daggers.

“Only of having to touch you.” You smile sweetly at him as he mimes an arrow going through his chest.

“Can it lovebirds!” Bradley announces, rubbing his hands with glee, “We’re not so basic to play Spin the bottle.” Bradley looks at you and grins. You know this means trouble. “It’s time to play Truth or Dare!”

There is a chorus of cheers across the room.

“Bradley, you are in your thirties.” You tut under your breath, but he ignores it.

He spins the bottle first. It lands on Fanboy first, who chooses truth.

“Which superhero would you bang?” Bradley asks

“It’s got to be Catwoman right?” Jake is indignant.

Fanboy takes a moment to really think it through, “I dunno, I like to think about what Wonder Woman could do. The lasso could come in handy. What about you guys?”

“I like Batgirl.” Bob offers.

Coyote suggests “Mystique, you know, for roleplaying. It’s basically like having infinite wishes. Also love me a bad girl.” Payback sagely nods.

“How much have you guys all been thinking about this?” You turn to Natasha, who shrugs.

“Jean Grey does it for me.” This made sense, having seen the pictures of her new ginger girlfriend.

They spin the bottle again, this time landing on Bob. He says Truth and you can see Jake already brewing the question, so you jump in.

“How many hookups have you had in the last year?”

“That’s not fair, I was going to ask!”

“Quit your whining.” You turn to Bob, whose cheeks have tinged pink. “Go on.”

“Oh, er, I don’t know, maybe” He starts counting in his head. “Twenty, twenty-five” He looks up. “Are we counting repeat incidents?”

“As in you had sex with them more than once?”

“Uh, yes, I guess.”

“Sure.”

“Because that would bring it up to sixty, seventy- “ You watch as everyone’s jaws go slack.

“Are you joking?” Jake is stunned. Bradley turns his head. “How?”

“I don’t know, I just like helping people, and I tend to run into women who need help with their coffee, or taking things to their car, or need something tall fixing around the house…” As Bob rambles, it’s cute to see how unaware he is. You lock eyes with Jake, raising your eyebrows to say I told you. Bob fucks.

Third time around, the bottle lands on you.

“Truth.”

“Oh come on, not everyone can say truth or we are all going to die of boredom.” Jake folds his arms.

“Firstly, I don’t think Bob’s truth was boring at all. In fact I found it very interesting.” You say, throwing a wink to Bob. “But fine, have it your way. Dare.”

This time, Reuben, who has been very quiet, pops up.

“You have to give Jake a lapdance.”

“What the hell Javy? I thought we were friends.” He shrugs.

“Just for one minute.

“No way.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Jake sits back.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean Bagman?” There is a chorus of oos from around the room.

“Nothing, it means nothing!”

“I get it that I’m not your usual type Seresin, but you think you wouldn’t enjoy it?”

“No, just… I mean you seem like the sort who would hate strip clubs.”

You go to speak but bite your tongue.

What Jake didn’t know was that for your last book you had a whole plot involving strippers which meant you spent several days with dancers researching their life. One of them, Brandy, became one of your best friends in New York and had given you many a lesson in lapdancing (to make your writing accurate, of course). But you figured this was a fact best left unsaid. Besides, this was a rare chance to get Jake to eat some humble pie.

“Yeah…But a dare is a dare. Javy…put on Pony.”

You were grateful that the hot weather had meant you had put on a vest and a fairly cute pair of daisy dukes. If you had been wearing a dress there was no way this would be happening. You make a show of stretching while they set the room up, Jake sat on a chair on the middle. You wink at him as you bend over and you see him flush just a little.

Javy gives the signal for the music. You are kneeling on the floor in front of Jake,.

“Hope you’re ready to have your world rocked Bagman. Bradley, look away.”

“Yes ma’am.” Bradley, seeing you as his honorary younger sister, did what he was told. “You took a deep breath and then a large swig of whisky.

You sat on your knees and let your hair down, slowing rolling your neck as the music starts to play. You try to ignore the hand shaking and slowly look up towards Jake. You expected him to be smug but he’s looking at you with such a look of confusion and pity that you suddenly realise. He genuinely doesn’t think you can do it. You are suddenly filled with a devilish combination of spite and rage and power. You close your eyes, slowly rolling your body and feeling all the way up yourself, grinding up on some imaginary guy until you flash your eyes open and send him one cautionary wink before slowly licking your fingers.

You crawl towards Jake and push his knees apart, slowly rising up between them. It’s a good thing he’s wearing shorts right now, his thighs exposed, so you can feel how his skin burns under yours. The look of pity has turned into something else, both fear and astonishment and something darker, but you have no time for this. Your nails dig slightly into his flesh as you rise up slowly between his legs until you are eye to eye. You slowly wrap your legs to the outside of his thighs and slowly start grinding down on his crotch until.

Oh.

At least Jake’s arrogance was starting to make sense if all of what you were feeling was true. With this realisation you look up and lock eyes. Jake’s look burns through you like he could devour you whole and you feel him grip onto your thigh, just a little squeeze, and then you suddenly have a terrible physical urge between your legs, when the music suddenly stops.

“That’s one minute!” Reuben calls out. For a moment, neither of the two of you move.

“Guys? You can get off each other you know?” Phoenix interjects. You both leap away from each other. “Although I should say that was phenomenal.” You croak out a thanks before heading to the kitchen.

What the hell was that? You wonder as you pour yourself a glass of water. I guess it really had been a while. Your heart is racing and you steady yourself against the counter, closing your eyes.

“What the hell are they teaching you on that pHD of yours?” Your eyes open to see Jake standing in the door with his arm leaning against the frame. He must know how his arm looks when he does that. You hate how much you like it.

You take a moment and reassume your confidence, laughing a little. “Oh that? Just a little something I picked up back in New York.”

He walks towards you until he’s right next to you on the counter before leaning in. You can feel his hot breath in your ear. “I knew there was something fishy about this pHD stuff. And now I know.” Your breath hitches. Surely there was no way he could have figured it out, could he? Your lapdance scene wasn’t that similar in the book. He looks away from you. “I thought you reminded me of someone and now I know it’s JLo in Hustlers.” He looks over you with a slightly more sincere look. “So are you..you know?” He waves his hand. You can’t believe that out of all the things, the subject of strippers would make Jake Seresin awkward.

“And what if I was?”

But much to your surprise, Jake shrugs. “Everyone has to pay their bills somehow.” He turns back towards you. “It’s just if you’re not, I think you should seriously consider it. I think you would earn a lot of money.”

“Would you come to my club then?” The alcohol is making you overconfident, so you gently stroke your index finger down his chest.

“Baby.” He now leans his arm on the kitchen cabinet behind you. His face is so close, just above you. You could smell his cologne again and you find yourself wishing you could lick it off his neck. “I would be there every damn day.” You felt a flutter in your stomach. This was dangerous territory, but it was too late. What would it be like to kiss Jake Seresin, you wondered, leaning forward just a little -

“There you are Ladybug!” Bradley’s voice booms and the two of you pull apart once again. “Hangman, I hope you’re not trying to get seconds.”

The two of you return to the party. You don’t see Hangman for the rest of the party except once where you catch eyes across you the room. You smile at him and he smiles back, before you are pulled back into conversation. When you go to find him again, he is gone. Weird that he left without saying goodbye.

When you finally get home and get to bed, you find yourself instinctively reaching your hand between your legs when it happens. Who flashes into your head but a certain blond, handsome and potentially well-hung pilot.

You were fucked.

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warnerisbetter · 1 year

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Evening with the crows

Kaz x reader

There was a fire crackling in the corner, everyone had a warm drink in hand and Nina had some biscuits in front of her but something was missing. Kaz hadn't joined you this evening, he was the only who wasn't sat with you. You had worried about him lately he seemed even more distant than normal, you knew you shouldn't be concerned after all he was dirtyhands and nothing phased him. But you couldn't help it. 'Y/n are you listening?' Jesper asked waving a hand infront of your face.

'What- sorry.' You snapped out of your trance 'just one minute I'm going to go check on kaz.'

As you made your way out if the room you heard a mix of 'he'll be fine, he's always fine.' And 'he doesn't deserve you y/n.'

You got to his door and knocked gently and waited until you heard his voice inviting you in.

'Y/n.' He acknowledged you.

'Kaz.' You mimicked.

'What Is it you want?'

'You should come and sit with us or atleast get something to eat, you havent left this office all day. Its not healthy.' You said.

'Y/n as much as I aprietiate your concern I can decide for myself what is and isn't healthy.' He didn't say anything after that clearly expecting you to leave but ofcourse you didn't. 'Are you going to stay and stare at me or go back to the others?' He questioned.

'I'm not going unless your coming with me.'You responded.

'I hate the fact that I know your not bluffing.' He sighed before getting up for what was probaly the first time today. 'Come on then but I'm not staying for long.'

'That's fine as long as you get out of this bloody office.' You walked in silence to the kitchen where all kaz got was water but it was better than nothing. Then you went through to where the other crows were who all tried to ignore kaz's presence but failed miserably. He sat next to you silently while the conversation paused momentarily then continued, well more like Nina continued, she was ranting about some of the best breakfast places nearby, ranking them by how good their waffles are.

After a while you found your way into the conversation but it got to the point where some of you were laughing uncontrollably and without thinking you lent back into the nearest person. However that turned out to be Kaz who you felt stiffen. You immediately sat up knowing about his touch aversion. While he had been improving touch without warning beforehand was a huge NO. You mumbled an apology and hoped no one noticed, which since they were all vent over laughing they probaly didn't.

You moved a little further away trying to give him space but never turning to look at him. He then did something you would've never expected. EVER. He moved closer to you and put his hand across your back and gently gripped your hip. Loose enough that he could easily let go before panic over takes him.

It was comforting and strange all at once. You didn't look at him still it would probaly overwhelm him.

While everyone else continued talking all you could focus on was the warmth on your back coming from his arm. At one point Nina noticed it and winked at you which made your cheeks burn in a way you knew anyone would be able to tell what was going on just by looking at you.

~~~

After a few hours you all decided to go to bed but kaz's hand had not moved the entire time. You were proud of him it was the most physical contact you had ever had. As everyone else got up so did the two of you. Neither of you said anything but still acknowledges each other, after all eye contact was much easier for kaz than words.

It wasn't perfection but it was progress and that's all that mattered

#books and reading #book boyfriend #headcannons #six of crows #kaz brekker #leigh bardugo #grishaverse #six of crows x reader #kaz x reader #kaz brekker fluff

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