#even ratio didn't get why she didn't say anything

[endlesslytired]

#i haven't finished it but istg ASTA WE TALKED WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LET US GET ACCUSED #BETRAYAL OF THE CENTURY #WE WERE BESTIES HOW COULD YOU #even ratio didn't get why she didn't say anything #bruhhhhhh #honkai star rail #honkai star rail memes #hsr asta #hsr silver wolf #hsr argenti #i never expected it but argenti is amazing and I DESIRE SO FOR HIS RETURN #hsr sampo #hsr seele #hsr mr tail #hsr huohuo #hsr kafka #hsr serval landau #genshin impact #genshin impact memes #gi albedo #gi traveler #gi lyney #gi lynette #gi navia #gi furina #gi neuvillette #gi beidou #gi ningguang #gi beiguang

[khuzena]

Just a coworker

Dr ratio x g/n!reader (i tried)

Part 1, Part 2

cw. angst, super slow burn, they eventually get tgt, hurf/comfort, jealousy brr, reader is unhinged, mentions of drugs, kinda cringe but who cares I've written worse, not proofread, dr ratio is a pussy

a/n: I HATE LIFE SJNAANAN

A week passed and you got the jist of it, you were already done with the basics but everytime that man always found a reason to keep tutoring you.

You were grading some papers until you felt someone looming over you and snooping around your laptop.

“Hey!”

“Do you really need to shout?”

You hid your laptop away from him as he pried for any more info, causing you to kick his leg.

“Who’re you talking to?”

“Why the hell would you care? Plus im grading some papers, you asshole”

You typed away as he didn't leave your side, just watching you input some values— damn one of your students got a 2/100? Might as well make them repeat a grade.

“Which idiot fails literature? More or less just essay writing?”

“Uh…”, you paused, your other hand getting your coffee and sipping on it, “An illiterate person?”

No other words were shared as you two just sat in silence, him staring at the grading sheet and you typing away on your keyboard.

…

It was a quiet day, peaceful even. If it weren't for a fight that broke out at the food court. You should mind your business, but your favourite student had been gravely injured; worry comes easy.

You ran to the student, one hand rested on his leg as it bled, “Hey, stay with me— breathe.”

Your student, Mike, had been buying some coke from some guy in your coworker’s class, turns out Mike got scammed and well, you did not know the full story to take any full action but the blood shed was enough to panic.

“Mike, Mike!”

You held him, you were not an expert at cpr or had any training on how to deal with that much bleeding or anything about dealing with concussions.

Shit, shit.

“We need a doctor!”

Despite your desperate yelling, none were brave to come forth to help, the others just recording or covering their eyes.

What were you supposed to do?

You held onto mike as the others tried to restrain the guy that hurt him, this was bad.

Until you saw Veritas buying some coffee at the new coffee shop from weeks ago.

“Hey you!”

Veritas does not flinch, he does not respond.

“DOCTOR VERITAS RA—”

He groaned, about to run away yet you yelling his full name was enough to make him regret not buying earplugs prior to this incident.

He walked up to you and your student as he kneeled at the both of you’s level.

“What exactly happened?”

No matter how much he hates you and your guts, he still has a duty as a doctor.

“Some asshole beat him up, fuckin’ hell”

He doesn't say anything, before laying Mike down in a more comfortable position and getting a pill from his pocket.

“What's that?”

“Tylenol”

He forced open Mike's mouth and shoving down a pill.

“Isn't that a tad bit aggressive?” Mike was near choking as you patted his back and elevated his seating position.

“So it's better to airplane the pill in his mouth like he's 2 and let him die then?”

“That's not what I meant.” you sneered before some guys from the medical department ran to your side and took care of it.

Now you two were just standing behind the infirmary door and waiting for any update.

“I'm going to miss my class because of you.”

You laughed, the audacity of this man?

“Then go, I didn't ask you to stay.”

It's so hard to read this man when he has his alabaster head on, you can't even tell what he's thinking.

“You talk too much”

“You started it!”

“Just stop talking”

“Whatever.”

You peaked through the window and saw Mike unconscious on his bed, even though it wasn't your fault, it feels like it is…

You sighed as the nurse left the room, standing still before she spoke, “He's fine. It's good that you and Dr. Ratio was there.”

“Uhh yeah…”

You really didn't do much…

Veritas stayed silent as the nurse left, he's not one to like small talk.

“huff… huff… finally.”

You raised an eyebrow, before registering whose voice it was, your eyes lighting up.

“Amir!”

“Whew… I had to end class early, I learned about what happened too late.”

“It's not your fault”

Amir sighed while leaning so ungodly close to you, before Veritas had some audacity left in him to make a comment, “Actually, it is.”, he really has no shame does he?

“I apologise.”

“Now you're just being rude.”

Veritas turned away, can't that man just leave you both alone?

“I don't care. It was both your student's that got into this mess.”

“I have over a hundred students, how could I monitor all of them?”

“Yet you still have to take responsibility for it. I can't believe you let it get to that level.”

“Then leave, if you're just gonna be rude then shut up.”

Amir's jaw hung when he heard you literally tell the Dr. Ratio himself to shut it, not even the people from the IPC would have this level of audacity. It was your last straw, you've already dealt with enough bullshit for the day.

Usually, he would have some snarky reply up in his sleeves but what's crazy is that he just walked away.

“Did you just—”

“I did.”

“Wow.”

—

You were already about to go home as it was getting late, who knew having to shoulder the aftermath of that fight would be that tiring? No shit sherlock.

Peace and quiet, no one to bother you—

“You there.” that familiar voice echoing in the hallways as loud stomps were nearing your direction.

You spoke too soon. Why him of all people?

“You didn't come to today's tutoring session.”

You crossed your arms, looking up at him. Wow. He wasn't wearing his alabaster head? Can't say that it's new but the opportunity to stare at his face was a rare occurrence. But, he infuriates you too much that you'd rather kiss mud than oogle at him.

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’? I was waiting for you.”

You eyed him up and down, he did look upset. But did he really think you'd have the energy to confront him, much less see him after what happened today?

“I told you I wouldn't be able to attend tutoring lessons as I have someone to tutor too”

“When did you say that?”

“Two days ago?”

He was baffled, utterly baffled. When did you say that? You must be lying. Despite his stone head obstructing you from any chance to see him right now, by his voice, he was fuming.

He crossed his arms, his right foot tapping aggressively, “I do not recall you saying that.”

“But I did.”, his eyebrows furrowed as you spoke with clear conviction, what do you mean you did?

“You should've told me.”

“I did.”

“Then— why are you being so difficult?”

“It's not me who's being difficult, why are you even mad?”

Like that, the words at the tip of his tongue vanished. Exactly, why was he so worked up?

“You're just using this as an excuse to not deal with the issue.”

You had enough of his bullshit. You started to walk the other way but he just couldn't leave you alone.

“And what if I am? Get lost.”

“We need to talk.”

You turned your heel and faced him, face red and hot then you pointed at him,

“About what? About how sure it's absolutely my fault about what happened today, I'm an idiot, I don't know anything!”

“Now you're just blowing the issue up into something completely different.”

“What else is there to say?”

“You—”

He got silent, biting his lip under that stone head as his temper got the best of him.

“You really are an idiot.”

…

“Just leave me alone.”

There were no other words exchanged as you walked away, your footsteps getting more faint as a second, another one and another pass.

He shook his head at your outburst, you really were an idiot, incompetent and… whatever. At least now that blabbermouth always peering over his shoulder is gone.

…

As you walked home, you couldn't help but cry. There was nothing to cry over but it was too much. The heads berating you for not paying attention to your students, that a scandal like that could ruin the university— to hell with that shit, to hell with that university.

At least you felt safe, at home, with the company of your cats.

“Meow?”

Ah.

You hugged your cat, its fur getting wet as tears dripped, you were starting to taste the saline tears as it creeped into the corners of your lips.

Your phone rang with notifications from the doctor, Wait— how'd he even get your number? shit. But god won't he just leave you alone?

With a click, the notifications died down leaving only your quiet sniffles and your cat’s purr to be heard in the living room.

You didn't have any energy to eat, to hell with your health.

You turned off the lights and plopped into your bed, your cat joining you (yay) as the soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room.

You let out a yawn, turning the lights off but there was a call notification.

‘From Unknown Number’

You felt the urge to swipe and listen to what he had to say, but it's probably bullshit.

You fell asleep.

[From Unknown Number.]

:hey.

:answer me.

:stop being so difficult and just give me 3 minutes.

:Are you there?

:idiot.

:hey.

[99 more unread messages]

…

Time flies, three days flew by already yet it still feels like yesterday. You feel like shit, yeah the issue has been resolved, everything's fine but why did something just feel so wrong?

It was a good rest though, bless that lady who allowed you to have a few days off.

[From Unknown Number]

:I know you're seeing this.

:Stop acting like a child.

:Come on.

:You moron.

[231 more unread messages]

…

Phew, when you entered the faculty room, there was no Veritas in sight. Good, good.

You laid down your satchel on your desk and readied some stuff before heading out, making sure to check all hallways before you make a move; don't want to see the Doctor so early in the morning. (checking every hallway 24/7? What is this? Fnaf?!?)

Things were uncannily peaceful today, did he not come to work today? Or… Maybe you just got really lucky that you both did not cross paths for today.

“And,” you wrote diligently on the whiteboard, “That ends our discussion for today.”

The time ticked to 4:58 pm, you could already see some of your students pack their things.

“Any questions?”

They all shook their heads no as you finally dismissed them, oh how you missed being in your classroom despite being away for merely 3 days.

Today's a lucky day, no issues, no Veritas Ratio in sight.

“Hey __”

You jolted at the sudden call of your name, your head turning from the sound as you see Amir with a worried expression.

“Oh, Amir?”

So suddenly, he pulled you into a hug.

“What're you doin—”

“I was worried.”

“About?”

“You were no contact with everyone for three days, we were all worried.”

You awkwardly laughed, Amir was a fine man, definitely not your type though. You squirmed away from his hold.

“Yeah, just needed a break”

“Oh, I see.”

He paused, “You good now?”, his tone laced with concern.

“Yeah, at least I think so.”

“That's good.”

Your best friend, he was not stupid. He was intuitive too, he eyed you like you were some sort of experiment and like with any experiment, he's made his hypothesis.

“You don't sound ‘good’”

“What do you mean?”

“Is this about Dr. Ratio?”

Bingo, right on the money. There was no use trying to lie to him, especially not after chuckling awkwardly when you got caught.

You nodded, confirming his guess, “Knew it.”

He was in deep thought as he tried to think of any and every possibility why.

“Are you guys dating or something?”

You choked on your own spit— him of all people? Is he out of his mind? At this point, the idea of getting with that socially inept man sounds like an insult.

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“Calm down sponge bob squarepants, geez”

You groaned as he handed you a juice box. “Thanks,” you quietly muttered out.

…

It was 5 pm, by now, everyone's probably clocked out by now.

It's weird, a 5 pm where you don't get tutor lessons from him.

Whatever, food for thought.

As you left the faculty room, a small part in you wanted to catch a glimpse of him despite you trying to avoid him. Did you miss him? or was just not being alone at these hours too comforting?

He wasn't there. As expected.

…

The next day, you see Veritas, you two walk past each other, he did not spare you a glance.

“Doctor…”

Wind breezes through the both of you but you stood still as he kept walking to his class. How cold.

It was no use trying to confront him, atleast, not here.

For a second, your gaze softened but you quickly got back to your senses. This feeling was strange.

…

The bell rang and, as usual, everyone left. What a fulfilling job.

This week has been really quiet. Peaceful but something was missing. Your life was fun, not this mundane even before Veritas but a part of you looks for him. No no, you were just being insane or something.

The faculty room door slid open, then, just as you wished would never happen (oh really?) Veritas was at you guys’ usual tutoring spot.

You wanted to run but your bag was there. Mustering up the courage, you tiptoed and grabbed your satchel, it felt like playing a horror game with how stealthy you were trying to be.

Shit.

Your pen fell, hopefully it didn't catch his attention.

Just as you were about to go grab it, he took it and handed it to you.

You gulped and took the pen, wanting to run but you froze on the spot.

“You look stupid trying to act stealthy.”

You didn't reply, only gulping nervously as you stayed still.

“What? Say something.”

Truth is, you had nothing to say.

“Sigh, you really like making things so difficult, don't you?”

He doesn't stop you from leaving, but maybe it was you stopping yourself from leaving.

An awkward silence ensued, it was getting annoying, for him, atleast.

“Aren't you going to leave?”

You don't say anything, just standing still, again.

“Answer me.”

Why did you enter the room?

“...” Veritas walked up to you, his codex not in hand as leaned closer.

“Give me 3 minutes.”

He raised your chin with a finger, face unreadable despite his alabaster head gone. It's the third or fourth? You've lost count how many times you saw his real face. Your memory was shit.

“I just want to talk about how…”

He bit his lip, yet his eyes remained fixed on your blank expression.

“That I want to apologise for my behaviour last week.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

That same old silence, he couldn't find the right words, he doesn't know how to say sorry.

“Well…”

“Well?”

Did he stutter? That's odd; very.

“I…” His eyes leave yours, he's practised saying it but it's the hardest thing he'll ever have to do, “I'm…”

Curious eyes gaze into his conflicted ones. Can he even say it?

“So…” sorry.

“I'm sorry.”

You stare at him with shock, did he just apologise?

“Did I hear that right?”

“God damn it.”

He pulled away and walked away to his desk but you followed him, “Hey, did you mean it?”

“Why wouldn't I?”

He knew you'd react like this, he expected you to laugh, mock him or anything but you just look at him with a look of shock—

“I see.”

—And somewhat relieved of what he said.

“I'm sorry too.” He was envious of how easily you spoke those words, you were no genius, yet you were better than him at apologising.

“I shouldn't uh—”

“I just want to say that—”

You cleared your throat, licking your lips in anxiety, “You go first”

“No you—”

“No, you.”

He hung his head low, before looking in your direction.

“It was uncalled for me to treat you and that man that way.”

“I'm listening.”

“I didn't take into account that you both were probably stressed from the situation and…”

He couldn't find the words, nothing was new to him. Complex maths? Easy. Medicine? Easy. Philosophy? Done. History? Is this a joke? He knows everything!

Other than one thing.

“I'm sorry.”

Apologising.

His words brought you immense relief, it was your turn to speak. For the first time, you can read his face. He looked pitiful. Did he not get enough sleep lately?

“I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have lashed out on you.”

How could you just have the knack to be so… Human? That, he couldn't understand. Being genuine, felt new.

“I understand.”

…

“What now?”

He fixed his books on the shelf, the ones he wanted to share with you.

“I dont know.”

“I thought you knew everything?”

He rolled his eyes as you teased him for it, he shouldn't have apologised.

“Stop talking, and also.”

He handed you some wipes, what was it for?

“Your hand,” you looked down at your dominant hand, seeing whiteboard marker creases, “Clean it up.”

“Oh okay.”

You wiped the stains off, but you wondered how perceptive he was. You didn't even notice it yourself.

“How's the tutor lesson with your student?”

Ah, that guy. It's been long since you've finished tutoring him with the basics.

“Went smoothly, he passed his exam”

He hummed, he finished tidying up his desk, good that you listened to his lectures.

“What did you teach him?”

“Until just page 25”

“Huh?”

But you studied the entire book with him, if you just needed help with just page 25, the tutor session would've only taken a week.

“Did you just keep going to the tutor sessions to see me?”

“Maybe, maybe not”

A soft smile creeped up in your face as you saw him short circuit for a bit before regaining his senses.

“You jest”

“I do not.”

…

“So… When's the next session?”

“At my place, tonight. It's getting late.”

Oh? At his place? What a bold offer—

“Just reviewing?”

“Just reviewing.”

You laughed as he rolled his eyes, the two of you leaving the faculty room.

“Under one condition.”

You raised an eyebrow, what was he asking for now?

“A date.”

“Pardon?”

“Do I have to repeat myself?”

You choked on your spit, that's absurd— god.

“No, I heard you. Fine.”

“Agreeing that easily?”

“Do you want me to refuse?” He was starting to get cocky, might as well drag him back down to earth.

“No, you still need to learn more about Quantum Mechanics.”

“Fine.”

…

Veritas pulled you close to him as you both walked the sidewalk, isn't he such a gentleman?

“The tab's on you?” no way were you paying the tab, he better pay it.

He scoffed, he could feel you hold onto his arm as he made sure you were on the right side of the lane to protect you of some sort.

“Whatever, you moron. Hurry up, we still have so much to review.”

A/N: its so bad wtf😭😭😭😢

#dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x you #dr ratio fluff #dr ratio angst #hsr fluff #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail angst #veritas ratio

[pix3lplays]

PSPSPSPSPS, hear me out on this trope pls!😘

Dr Ratio and a reader that is a bit of a dummy and sunshine that enjoy listening to him babbling and rumbling about things that intelligent people would say although she doesn't get a single word that he speak, sometime reader who watch him solving math problems and goes like "Wow, I don't get a single thing :D"

Reader admire him, he's annoyed but he didn't mind having a golden retriver to accompany him because at least reader can deal with those annoying karen who is too dumb to understand his words

Literally the Iq and Eq duo🫶

-🦭 Anon

Calling me out like a cat😂😂😭😭😭

Cute, cute let’s do it!!

Cw! Mildly suggestive?? Sitting on lap and stuff

-Dr. Ratio with a bubbly sunshine reader-

Yeahhh, Dr. Ratio is Fluent in YAP, you know? He talks a LOT. I’m just imagining you sitting on his lap while he holds a huge math textbook, scribbling in the margins while he Talks your ear off, and you just lean the back of your head against his chest as you…Try to listen. But you have no idea what he’s saying. Every once in a while he goes: “do you get what I mean?” as he taps a note he wrote and you just lie and nod. He might know you’re lying. Might not. Either way he likes it when you tell him what he wants to hear- Pepper his face with kisses while he talks. He likes that. Dr. Ratio is really really REALLY smart. So he tends to think other people are dumb. Even you. So he invests in a sticky note pad and writes little notes to help you throughout the day. It’s cute. Until you start living together. You have SO many notes everywhere. Little things like: Brush your hair Eat breakfast Put shoes on before you go out Like?? You’re not THAT dumb- But at least he’s trying to take care of you. You deal with people who annoy him. You’re kinda like his…translator, even though you also don’t really understand him. You’re over here like: “I’m so sorry sir! But the Doctor is not interested in speaking to you! Why? Oh. He says he doesn’t like you very much :3” Dr. Ratio likes to have you in his seminars. It puts him in a good mood. And his students are happy when you’re there too because he tends to forget to assign work since he’s too busy staring at you… You’re kindaaa his personal assistant in the seminar rooms, though it’s not really fair because you’re not getting paid or anything, haha.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Dr. Ratio #Dr. Ratio x reader #hsr Dr. Ratio x reader #Honkai star rail Dr. Ratio x reader

[runwayrunway]

MISS CONENGINALITY - BRITTEN-NORMAN BN-2 ISLANDER

Remember when the UK made the best airplanes in the world? Me neither, I wouldn't be born for several decades. Anyway, Britten-Norman Islander.

image: Air Seychelles

The last holdout of the UK making really fantastic planes, the Islander is a popular regional airliner and utility plane used for things like skydiving and air ambulance service as well as the typical passenger and cargo flights. At first glance she's a pretty regular high-wing twin-prop that seats 10, but look closer and you may begin to notice things.

Upfront, I love the Islander. (Obviously, or I wouldn't be making this post about it.) My love for this plane isn't solely organically developed, because it does also hold a special nostalgic place in my heart for being the first propeller plane I ever flew on, with Cape Air in 2015 from San Juan to Vieques. (As Vieques Air Link also operates these, they're a common sight down there! The name of the model is, as it were, very apt.)

image: Cape Air This is the exact plane that I flew on!

Now, from this image you can already see that the Islander has some lovely features, from those absolute bollards coming out of the engines to the wildly pointy nose (not the first plane I've discussed that's giving DUKW), but despite looking goofier the closer you look at it this thing is an incredibly beloved and reliable plane.

image: Bonham's Behold, a Britten-Norman BN-2 Islander.

Also of note is the Islander's extremely low wing aspect ratio, and I've always thought the tailplane looked a little too small for the tailfin from the side despite looking giant from below. The general ratios on this plane, in every single possible place, look just ever-so-slightly off, and I love it.

image: Mark Harkin I mean. She's just blocks.

Still, this is an incredibly well-designed plane. It's cheap, rugged, utilitarian, reliable, versatile, and remarkably stable in flight, which is why over 1,000 have been built to date. (Personally, I didn't find the cabin to be the roomiest even for an aircraft of its size, but I remember it being a comfortable enough flight.) The Islander is still in production today despite first flying in the mid-1960s, which is something few models can claim. You can use an Islander for basically anything, with their big doors and STOL capability, and it's even used for the world's shortest flight and an entry on my bucket list, the two-minute hop between Westray and Papa Westray operated by Loganair.

image: National Museum of Flight Scotland Despite being shown outside in this photograph, she currently lives in the civil aviation hangar, a top pick on my list of places I would like to secretly live in for the rest of my life.

image: own work, taken inside the civil aviation hangar at the National Museum of Flight, Scotland

In late October I visited the National Museum of Flight, Scotland. It was an incredible experience and I will be discussing it across several future posts due to the sheer variety of preserved airframes they had, including everything from a Puss Moth to a jump jet. (The general museum will probably get a dedicated post as well in the future - suffice to say I had a fantastic time.) Among their preserved aircraft is a BN-2 Islander registered G-BELF, painted a vivid highlighter-yellow which pictures really can't do justice in homage to Scottish air ambulances which serve isolated island communities in the North Sea.

I was absolutely delighted to see her in person. Seven years after I last stepped foot in an Islander, it felt like something of a reunion to just stand next to a mothballed airframe and admire how...really strange-looking these planes actually are.

own work, obvi

I mean, for one thing, they're a lot shorter than you might think they should be. Pictured for scale is a 165cm/5'5" tall human with a PSA Lockheed TriStar for a face. I couldn't get that good of an angle on it, but my head is only a few inches short of the wing, and you can see that I'm well taller than the cabin windows. An entire Islander is shorter than a single Concorde tire.

Plus, that wing chord is so long I could use her as a shelter in the rain.

So, yeah. That's the story of how I met my favorite commuter airliner. I hope to fly on one again someday, but for the moment I'll have to be content with looking at pictures of these weird-looking planes that can fool you for a moment into thinking they're regular.

Also they tried to put propeller shrouds on one once.

#miss conenginality #runway runway travelogues

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

Lemonade — Vada Cavell

When I was seven years old, my friend , Vada and I started a lemonade stand.  Ever since then, she and I have been inseparable.

It was a hot summer week, and quite frankly, we had nothing to do. Her mom had just gotten back from the store and asked us to unpack the groceries. Neither of us wanted to, but like I said earlier, we had nothing else to do.

"Oh my goddd the weather is killing me!" I complained, putting the milk carton in the fridge. She nodded in agreement.

"Look!" she squealed, "lemons!" She takes out a huge bag of lemons.

"That's a lot of lemons, V," I laughed.

"Buy tuh-woo, get three free," she desperately tried to read the label.

"You mean buy two get three free?" I tried to raise an eyebrow.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, "we should make lemonade!"

I got out her mom's fancy pitcher and a knife, and miraculously didn't get cut while slicing the lemons. Less miraculously, the juicing of the lemons on multiple occasions stung our eyes.

"Okay, we gotta add lots of sugar," Vada told me, tasting the pure lemon juice. Her face puckered up in a way that even then I knew was not good.

"I love sugar!" I smiled, pouring an unhealthy portion of sugar in.

By the end of the afternoon, we made one dollar an seventeen cents with our one sale to the boy, Nick, down the street. 

"We should go buy candy!" Vada's eyes lit up.

"Ooh! M&M's! And jolly ranchers! And gummies!"

That was also the day we learned that there's not much you can but for $1.17.

It was a devastating day.

Twelve years later...

"Hi Vada," I exclaim, running up to the shorter brunette, giving her an obligatory head pat before enveloping her in a hug.

"Hi!" she smiles widely. I love her smile so much.

"What do you wanna do today?" I ask.

"What's there to do?" she replies. We end up lying down on her trampoline for at least an hour, scrolling through TikTok's together.

"What is it with the Lana Del Rey, will you serve me Lemonade trend?" Vada says, confused.

"No idea," I confess, "but it's fun to see celebrity glow ups showcased by it."

"No, totally," she laughs, "You've totally gotten a glow up."

"No, you're literally hotter than the sun, shut up Vada!" Vada's definitely the prettiest girl I know. Everything about her is so flawlessly beautiful. She could literally wear the silliest most random outfit she found at the bottom of her closet and pull it off perfectly.

"You shut up!" 

We sit in silence for a moment, then an idea pops into my head.

"Let's make lemonade!" I decide. Vada shoots up excitedly, "yes please! Anything other than TikTok's!"

"I agree."

We set off to work, making (much better) lemonade than we made last time.

"Okay, first of all, your mom has a lemon juicing thingy now, which feels over the top fancy, but we should probably use it," I tell her.

"It's literally a thingy you put lemons on and twists them, that's not fancy!"

"Whatever, let's use it!"

We slice up the lemons and begin to juice them.

"Damn, if this is what giving handjobs to guys is like, I do not want to date guys. Honestly, not really into that even before this. Like honestly, they're not doing it for me," she rambles. Her rambles are the cutest thing. If you don't interrupt her, she can go one for hours about conspiracy theories, shows, books, songs. It's one of the many things I love about her.

"Vada, you're literally gay, you don't have to worry about handjobs."

"No you're literally gay!" she points a finger at me. I pretend to take offense, slapping a hand over my heart. Joking around with her is the highlight of any day.

"We're both gay, now work on the water to sugar to lemon ratio," I decide.

"Why are you turning lemonade into mathhhhh," she complains.

"Just work on it!" I exclaim.

"Anything for you, my dear," she winks at me.

We finally finish the lemonade after fifteen minutes of bickering. I'm excited to try it, honestly. I haven't had good lemonade in years.

"Will you give me some?" she asks, noticing I've poured myself a glass.

"Pay Up!" I laugh.

"Is $1.17 enough?" she asks innocently.

"Why, you got that much?"

"The exact same coins," she confesses. I blush at the fact that she's kept coins from twelve years ago that we earned selling lemonade this whole time. I've never seen her as the sentimental type

"Damn, I must have meant a lot to you," I tease her.

"Not as much as you mean to me now," she takes a step closer to me, booping my nose.

"Oh yeah," I say, "and how much is that?"

She smirks, taking the lemonade out of my hand and setting it down on the counter.

"Enough to do this," she cups my cheeks and stands on the tips of her toes to brush her soft lips against mine. I hate to sound like a stereotype, but I swear I can feel fireworks go off in my stomach. My arms wrap themselves around her waist before finding their way to her hips and gently pulling her closer. She tastes like lemons and sugar(unsurprisingly considering we're making lemonade). Such a perfect taste for such a hot day. I could get used to this. It's hard not to crave more and more.

It's funny that just a few nights ago we were making fun of couples on TV who were like this, and yet now we're completely totally a cliche.

"Sorry if I read that wrong," Vada apologizes after pulling away.

"You're not reading it wrong, don't worry," I reassure her, kissing her lips again.

#Vada cavell #jenna ortega #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega x reader #vada cavell x fem! reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #vada cavell x y/n #Vada cavell x you #cute #lemonade #childhood memories #lana del ray will you serve me lemonade #the fallout #no trauma in this one #Fic #reader insert #x reader #Queer romance #lesbians #useless lesbians #gay people #little gay people in my phone

[smizzy]

Being Angela's sibling and dating El

mannn im finna whip dis hoe

DONT GET ME STARTEDDDDDD

angela having a soft spot 4 u cus ur her sibling

but shes not kissing up ur ass 24/7

just mildly picking on you

it was all well until you saw a brown short haired girl getting laughed at by your sister and her friends

you didn't say anything knowing how Angela was, but you made a mental note to make sure to look out for that same girl

as time went by she started telling you more and more about the same girl

stories about how she treats her, jokes made in class about her, names being thrown around

you found out her name was Jane and her brother Will both coming from outta state

she was cute you'd give her that

you wanted to talk to her, maybe more

yeah Angela's mischievous actions ticked you off day by day

but during those days you were getting closer to Will meaning also getting closer to Jane too

on the first day you talked to both of them you told them you swore you weren't like your sister

They were on the fence still more so Jane and ofc u don't blame them after the image your sister technically gave you both

But Angela started noticing you staring out for someone during school

or saying you have something for school and spending less and less time with her

not too long after Will, Jonathan, Joyce started noticing when you were brought up she have a reddish pink tint appear on her face with the most adorable blushing smile

it's just so easy to see how much she's into you

and they think it's the most cutest thing ever

the incident at the roller-rink left you stunned but you couldn't say she didn't deserve the hit.....

days pass and you get even more close with Jane, maybe even little flirty remarks, you were in deep babe

After school you heard loud snickering knowing what was happening already, you walked over to Jane helping her up and picking up her dropped belongings and putting them back in her bag

"just give it up already Angela, she's clearly desperate now just spare all of us the time"

it was the first time you ever stood up for Jane

Angela had to make sure she wasn't trippin fr

THE CONFESSIONNNNNNNNN

she scraped her chin with a scratch on her cheek so thinking it was good idea you told her to sit still as you go find any type of first aid in the Hopper-Byers house

As you began treating her she asked you in a low soft voice why you did what you did back at school

you couldn't say anything, like your words were stuck in your mouth

not cus of how scared you were to admit how you felt, but the closeness of face to face ratio

"y/n" you hesitantly moved your eyes up to hers

And in a quick movement she placed her lips right on yours mking you burn up, you dropped the cotton ball and place you hand in hers until you realized what was happening and you pulled away

"I don't care" she said after the sudden quick step back "Honestly I don't care when it comes to being with you, ever since we met it's just been you on my mind"

from there on you knew he rest would be history

NOW LETS TLAK ABOUT DATING

the Byers family loving to have you over anytime even on school nights

photos! photos! photos!!!

she feels the most purest love with you

#mikewieneraintshit

Angela treating her a little nicer day after day when she's over at your house

meaning she'll stop bothering her at school

your gf has the most thanks to give to you from finally getting Angela off her back to winning the most fantastic, affectionate, loving, kind, charming, cool, stunning, humbled, sexy, hilarious girlfriend of all time

you make her feel all mushy whenever you guys kiss

wishing hopper and everyone in Hawkins would meet you

teaching her how to cook and bake

y/n shrine in her room

stick drawings of you both with everyday accessories and hearts around with blushing cheeks is a must 24/7

thinking about a future with you

if eleven gets something from the store she's getting one for y/n you best believe that mate

#eleven hopper #eleven hopper x reader #stranger things imagine #eleven x reader #will byers #will byers x reader #jonathan byers #stranger things season four #stop #how to get phone number??? #the only brit id eat crackers and tea with

[winterrrnight]

heyyy!! would it be possible for u to write a rafe and sofia fic??? about anything, I just think they’re such a cute pairing!!

ah thank you so much for the request anon! I love Rafe and Sofia very much, I hope we see a whole lot more of them is S4! This is just a little blurb for the two of them. I don't think I can't write a whole oneshot for them as of now as we don't know much about their relationship, but once we will, oh my god I will have so much stuff to write! Anyways, enough of the rant, I hope you like this and is what you wanted :)

pizza night

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x sofia

SUMMARY: rafe and sofia have a little home made pizza date night at tannyhill.

WARNINGS: Rafe is extremely soft and cheeky, fluffy fluff fluff + ignore any little grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: I definitely think I could've written this better, but I wasn't able to get too creative so I really really hope it is good. if you enjoy this please like and/or reblog, and as always feedback is highly appreciated 🩷🩵

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"A little bit more, a little bit more, just a little bit more- oh my god Rafe! Not that much!" Sofia screams, and Rafe just laughs. Sofia and Rafe decided to have a stay at home date where they'll make pizza together. Sofia thought it was going to be extremely fun, but she definitely didn't think this through. Rafe's an absolute wreck in the kitchen.

They both are trying to make the dough, and Sofia's instructing Rafe regarding the amount of water that needs to be added to the dry mix, but he added a little too much, and now it's spreading all over the counter and is dripping on the floor.

"I'm so sorry," Rafe says, laughter bubbling from his lips. He cannot take anything seriously, especially this specific moment. He looks up to see Sofia glaring at him, her lips in a pout and her nose all scrunched up. If anything, she looks even cuter than usual. "I'll clean it up," Rafe adds, grabbing onto some kitchen towels and quickly wiping all the water from the floor.

"Rafe, why don't you let me do it? You're already-" Sofia starts, but Rafe cuts in between.

"No, no let me make this, please?" Sofia sighs and gives in. She instructs him next to add in more flour to the watery mix on their counter, so as to increase the quantity of the dry mix and ratio it correctly with the wet mix.

Finally, the dough starts to look more like a dough and less like mud, and Rafe continues to knead it. Sofia can't help but notice at his biceps flexing through his sleeveless t shirt. Rafe feels her eyes all over him, and grins at the feeling while he continues to knead the dough.

"You can say they're hot, you know, you don't have to drool over them," He remarks, his eyes still on the dough. Sofia snaps from her daze and looks at Rafe grinning, and feels her cheeks heating up.

"Shut up," she says, smacking his arm, which makes him chuckle. Once the dough is done, they keep it aside for some time to proof.

As they're waiting for the dough to proof, Rafe walks up to Sofia and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. At his sudden movement Sofia clutches onto his shoulders, balancing herself. She feels herself going in a little haze when Rafe looks at her with the sweetest smile pulling his lips.

"Hey," Sofia whispers, Rafe's blue irises, speckled with the golden lighting of his kitchen, staring directly into hers.

"Hey," Rafe says back with the cheekiest smile, and he leans in to gently press his lips against hers. Sofia smiles into the kiss, her arms wrapped tightly around Rafe's neck, and her head resting against his chest exactly where his heart is.

"Why is your heartbeat so fast? Do I make you nervous?" Sofia says with a grin, as she pokes the side of his cheek.

"Yes, yes you do, I'll never deny that," Rafe smiles, as he leans in and nudges his nose against hers.

Rafe gets a bottle of wine and two glasses, and pours some wine for the both of them in it. They both sit next to each other on the kitchen counter and just continue to drink, talk and laugh.

Sofia's timer goes off, meaning their dough is done proofing. Rafe gets it out of the bowl and with Sofia's help, he starts to roll it out flatly.

"Hmmm, let me just..." Rafe mumbles, as he starts to shape the dough with his hands. Confused, Sofia watches him from the side working around with the dough. But she catches up soon enough; Rafe is making - or is trying to make - a heart out of the dough.

"Do ya like it?" He asks, some flour sprinkled on his face from his tedious activity of attempting to shape the dough. Sofia giggles at his sight and wipes off the flour off his face.

"Yes, I love it," she kisses his cheek and then hands him all the different toppings they both want to add.

After basically smothering the dough in sauce and cheese, and adding even more when Sofia told him it's too much, Rafe starts to pile on the toppings, calculating the placement of each topping carefully.

"Just put them anywhere you want to," Sofia says, leaning against the counter as she sips on her wine.

"Oh no, each topping needs to perfectly spaced from each other, no one wants to eat a messy looking pizza." He remarks, his eyebrows furrowed from how carefully he's thinking about the toppings.

Sofia only laughs and shakes his head at his reply, but continues to watch him with utter adoration. Once Rafe is done creating his artistic pizza, Sofia places it in the oven for baking, setting another timer.

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The timer goes off and Rafe opens the oven door, letting out all the steam first. Then, using an oven mitt he gets the tray out. The most beautiful pizza with a golden crust, melting cheese and a heavenly scent lies on the tray.

With a pizza cutter, Sofia cuts slices out of the heart shaped pizza, and gives one to Rafe and takes one for herself.

"Cheers," Rafe says, as he nudges Sofia's slice with his own. After carefully blowing on it, Sofia takes a big bite and turns around to look at Rafe with wide eyes.

"Wow, this is too good," She says, her voice muffled.

"Thank you baby, I told you I can cook," Rafe grins as he chews on his slice. "Does this mean you'll let me cook more meals for you?"

Sofia shakes her head. "If you're left alone in a kitchen, you can flood it, burn it down, and literally just, make the biggest mess ever. So, no. Appreciate the offer though." Sofia laughs at Rafe's face: agape as his eyes shine with disbelief.

"But the kitchen is totally fine today!" Rafe whines.

"That's because I was there supervising you. If it were only you, you would've flood it while just making the dough." Sofia pats his shoulder. "Baby steps Rafey, baby steps. Maybe one day I will let you make me a whole meal."

Rafe's eyes light up at Sofia's last words. "You will?" He says, hope in his speech.

"Mhm, yes I will," Sofia smiles, reaching up on her toes to wipe some sauce off his face, and then to press a kiss on his lips.

They both sit on the floor, with a new bottle of wine and Rafe's unexpectedly extremely delicious homemade pizza, as they laugh with each other, and talk about everything they can.

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[xxnuclearrainbowxx]

you get no bitches and you called my friend 12 Im 14

and last Who care to her + didnt ask + Big L and + Flame-ratio

I don't care about you either so why should I listen to what you say? She's underaged and shouldn't be on Tumblr. I didn't even insult her or anything.

#cheater's response #eugh

[vanillaverses]

Holy shit actually, pls show moonflower cookie, the name already has me captivated and i need to know more so badly

this was asked like FOREVER ago now I'm so sorry for not responding sooner um. I just wanted to draw like a full proper ref of moonflower but I never did so um! here's a sprite of him I never completely finished I didn't ever colour the lineart I think I just didn't know what lineart colour would work for the white on her

So! Introducing moonflower. any pronouns genderless(like me becauz projecting onto my ocs is my favourite pastime) and bi or pan I haven't decided whether or not they have any gender preferences or not yet and what labels they'd be most comfortable using.

anyways!! before you proceed tw for derealization drugs(but not really drug use um. you'll see ig assuming u don't stop reading at this point lol) and also the mention of unhealthy relationships. alsooo since I'm a bit afraid of having her get compared to the canon ourple fucked up in the head cookie with a witch hat um. I admit I haven't actually read much of the tcc story I know prune can't do magic and instead does potions and that he apparently acts similarly to affogato at some?? point in the story?? and that's literally it. also I though of the majority of the things I'm about to explain below in like december 2022-february 2023 AKA before tcc update dropped so L + ratio

last thing before I begin all of this is just concepts so I might change it like at literally any time so don't take this as like 100% forever true moonflower lore becauz it's not.

basically tldr he was parfaedia's token gifted kid and never got told no as a kid and now they have worlds biggest god complex. impulsive and careless causes so many horrors its okay though becauz i think it's Funny. this fucking Thing basically never frowns even when she is upset he's just programmed to always smile no matter what and it's kindof unsettling at times. has never planned anything in their life they wake up in the morning with their head empty kindof doing whatever he feels like in the moment with no real goal or aim. also I sometimes jokingly call her derealization cookie becauz i feel like anyone with that trigger should stay the FUCK away from this bitch I'll explain why later but it's related to his magic. kindof a fuckboy also I feel like half their lines would have a tilde at the end of if they're so fucking queer. calls people 'dear' and 'darling' even when he's literally never spoken to the person she's speaking to. He also calls Very much objective and set in stone things subjective a lot like. if you asked them if they did [blank] they'd say that technically what [blank] means is subjective since depending on your worldview and interpretation of reality the word could mean different things to different people. also known as dodging the fucking question but in like cursive or some shit. also just talks about reality itself being subjective a lot half the shit she says is fucking convoluted nonsense. alsoalso he's about the same age as latte since they attended school together! they were friends throughout school which was worlds most mind boggling friendship becauz i hc latte as being quite shy during her school years and then coming out of her shell later and moonflower is just. um. well. everything I just said about them previously but even worse becauz they're now an immature teenager/young adult. I think they probably shared a good amount of classes freshman year of hit magic school so moonflower was just like. "Hey you. guess what! we're friends now" and that was the end of that.

to elaborate on the token gifted kid thing since explaining exactly How he was gifted is pretty fucking important um. Moonflower can actually be a name for multiple different flowers! and for my purposes here I thought it was really fucking funny if I based him off of datura since moonflower is a nickname for it. So naturally she excels at illusion based spells, since yknow, hallucinogen, and also some poison themed offensive spells! yippee! and by 'excels' I mean that the illusion magic is literally Second nature to him and they can use it with very little effort or energy. This comes with some side effects though, one of them being that he has a tendency to do some fucked up magic form of sleep walking/talking where illusions of their dreams appear around him and are visible to. literally anyone in the same room as him. actually, it's how her parents originally found out about their illusion magic bs, by walking into their young childs room one night and being greeted by fucking Mini movies of their fucking dreams. The only reason I don't think giving her these powers and making them so easy for him to use is Ridiculously overpowered is that since they're just illusions, nothing he creates is actually tangible. Simply visual and auditory. So while he can use it to scare and confuse the fuck out of people actual summoning spells are as taxing on him as everyone else L

anywayssss later on when he's in his like mid 30's after basically just exploring and sightseeing the world for like 15 years she finds some sort of advertisement of parfaedia looking for an illusionist to hire as a teacher. and they're just kindof like I guess this is fate LOL and tries to get the position. assuming the staff member interviewing him was working at the school for more than 15 years I think they'd see this fuck and just go like. Holy fuck it's you again wtf. Why are you back who let you in this fucking building again and why are you trying to Work here. Anyways they kindof convince the interviewer that over the past 15 fucking years he's had hit character development (she has not) and since it's true that someone from their college years and the same person in their mid 30's are Probably not going to act the same and also since moonflower fucking SLAYS at illusion magic they get the job. yippeee!(for moonflower not this fucking school that was a HUGE fucking mistake) anyways latte is just kindof like Holy fuck you're back/pos I think it'd be funny if she disguised himself as a student (specifically THEMSELVES when the were a student) first day of school after they got hired (period 1 prep) and played the funny game called "how long can I be in this class before latte realizes that one of her students is her bestie from 15 years ago". Anyways becauz this is like the first day of school latte probably takes a good amount of time introducing herself and the school and explaining shit and it's only when she gets everyone to play some sort of icebreaker game that she goes like Wait wtf it's YOU???HI???? and then moonflower removes his illusion magic disguise and is like "lol yeah i work here now long time no see! also hi latte's students take that as a display of what u can do with the hit magics" or whatever the fuck. also this is where he meets espresso since I think he deserves to have 2 different egotistical idiots bugging him he can't be free from the horrors Ever. anyways queue moonflower deciding espresso is now their personal punching bag and by that i mean he's the victim to most of moonflowers shenanigans for a while. They're always like 2 steps away from being fired but they never go far *enough* to the point where the school just blasts him away forever especially seeing as she's actually Really good at doing the teaching and it'd be hard to find someone else who's as skilled at illusion magic as him. also I think their students just really like her I think he'd be a fun teacher especially when u think about how they could actually *use* their illusion magic while teaching. also I think they also taught drama I think they're 100% that kind of bitch. anyways i'm not 100% sure on the specifics yet all I know is I a) I want to have moonflower fuck up Something like catastrophically so i can kickstart the Hit character development and b) I want this character development to bring them to the state where they can have a healthy relationship with Pure Vanilla Cookie Cookie Run: Kingdom becauz im mentally ill and I think pv deserves yet another morally grey poisonous flower bitch. oh also dark cacao fucking despises moonflower so much becauz he sees Purple Queer appear out of what feels like thin air to just suddenly 'befriend'(he doesn't know about the dating thing they're Just roommates okay shhh don't tell him about the moonflower pv romance arc he doesn't need to know) the Powerful (ex)King Guy™️ for unknown reasons and fucking explodes. depending on when moonflower and dark cacao first meet each other he may(?) be partially right depends when I want to have the moonflower fucking shit up badly and realizes how much she fucking sucks actually arc and if I'm comfortable with the idea of pv and moonflower's relationship starting out being a Bit unhealthy and exploding before moonflower reflects has a character arc and then becomes a better person. the age old question do I just make things silly or should I angst blast this shit...

anyways that's all i'm gonna say rn I think sorry if this is just incomprehensible gibberish. also sorry if there's any spelling/grammatical errors i'm not proofreading this I don't really feel like it.

#vanillas rambles :] #asks! #moonflower cookie #i'm kind of scared to post this but it's whatever #if I said anything bad im sorry im so tired why did I think now was a good time to write this #also I just realized I never elaborated on how we get from parfaedia shenanigans to oc x canon pure vanilla cookie run #i have a reason but I guess that’ll just have to wait until another time LOL

[mirroredranger]

Flashback??

They always had the least comfortable sofas in the waiting room. Valerie's back ached. She was going to need a doctor herself if the nurse doesn't come back soon. The other people occupying chairs, benches, and the other sofa looked as tired as the ranger felt.

"You lazy bitch-!" Valerie was ripped out of her seat by a man, hoisted up by her collar. "Why aren't you out there?!" The man's nostrils were flared, his brow creased with fury. "If you lazy rangers were doing your damn job, my wife wouldn't be-"

A swift movement freed Valerie from the man's grasp and fell with a heavy thud on the ground. A woman shrieked as two kids on the other couch started screaming. Now pinning Valerie's attacker down was a man with long, black hair, wearing a black and white Alola shirt with floral print.

Valerie jumped in to help keep the man down, who was now struggling to get up. The kids were screaming for their father as the doors leading to the room swung open violently.

"Police!"

"Officers, down here," the black haired man waved. "This gentleman assaulted this young lady."

The officers acted fast, handcuffing the man and gathering up the children. The murmurs in the waiting room now drowned out the television.

Valerie bowed to her savior. "Thank you, sensei."

The man's whole body heaved with a deep sigh. "You're not my student anymore, Miss Winters. Just call me Mister Watanabe like the other kids."

"Are you saying that I'm still a kid?"

That made the man wince. "Fine, call me Blake like your dad does." Blake finally sat down on the couch.

Valerie joined him, sitting on the opposite end. "I'm surprised I made it here before you."

"I'm not. Goldenrod is also on lockdown. It took them forever to search the magnet lines to confirm no Rockets are hiding there. And then you got thoroughly searched on your way to board. The people to officer ratio is a bottleneck." Blake cracked his knuckles on his left hand. "I don't doubt you didn't even waste time putting in for leave before heading to the airport. You took the first flight here."

"Mmhm." Valerie nodded, confirming everything. "As soon as I heard that it was Silph Co..." Her voice trailed off. "I haven't heard anything on Dad yet."

The croak at the end of the sentence seemed to silence the whole room.

[dairy-farmer]

A part of Dick loves the fact that Jason and Damian are absolute fuck ups. He loves that they're failures, fills his heart up with joy. That same part also hates Tim. How dare Tim be perfect? How dare Tim be the new golden ratio? He makes up for it by emotionally and mentally manipulating Tim to be all his.

i LOVE characterizations like this for dick and i so rarely ever see it because people (and me too) opt to make him a more decent brother with his famous temper rarely shining through.

there's these two fics i love reading where tim gets blamed for something he didn't do by dick and dick is furious at him while accusing him and tim is innocent. but then it turns out that jason had been the one responsible and since things were finally going well between them tim decides to just burn the bridge between them and call dick and 'admit' that he was the one who messed up in. in the second fic things between tim and dick are strained but dick needs tim's help on something but can't get it because...well of how things 'ended' between them. jason takes then confesses that he was really the one who screwed up and dick doesn't believe him, accuses jason of lying and covering for tim. which prompts jason to ask why dick is so determined to have tim be the one who fucked up.

and this exchange is excellent!!!

“What’s your problem with Tim, Dick? Why do you want him to be in the wrong?”

Dick’s jaw clenched; he didn’t reply. 

“Tim didn’t do anything wrong-”

“Of coursehe didn’t,” Dick snapped. “Tim never does anything wrong, does he?” 

The words were like venom, poisoning Dick’s mind. 

“Tim’s perfect and always right. He was right about Bruce when you died, and he was right about Bruce being alive. Wouldn’t the world be better if we were all as smart as fucking Tim?”

in this fic dick isn't as malicious as he seems, he's just misdirecting a lot of his internalized hatred for his own perceived 'inefficacy' to tim.

but still seeing dick admit envy of tim, jealousy over him because almost all of the robins have compared themselves to dick, they've looked at his legacy and known or been convinced that they couldn't compete. but here dick, the first robin, the most senior vigilante aside from bruce among them, was admitting envy of tim.

his feelings of intimidation for tim's 'perfection' are just so good and the idea of dick being much more malicious and hostile is AMAZING!!!!!

the idea that he revels in the fact that jason and damian are 'failures' bruce may never admit it and he may never put much stock into judgment from the rest of the community but it's like other gotham socialites and how they have druggies for kids. the judgement and shame is so palpable barely anything even needs to be said. in fact, dick is certain that bruce would've preferred that jason and damian been drug addicts rather than killers.

dick grew up with other heroes (bruce included) applauding him and saying how proud they were that he turned out so well. dick set the standard of a good hero, he was the standard. because dick was flawless in (almost) every way. even where dick fell short were things that were kept quiet. not truly covered up but there was a reason that neither kori nor barbara had breathed a word of dick's...indiscretions with both of them. the shame of infidelity, of course, almost always falls onto the woman. kori, being an alien, was all too aware of how she treads a very very fine line and wasn't willing to endanger the image she had among other heroes or earthlings. barbara....it was more of a pride thing for her. she's so independent and accomplished, it'd be humiliating if the only thing people came to know her as was 'the girl nightwing cheated on his girlfriend with'. no bigger humiliation than walking into a room and having people debate on whether they saw you as the 'wheelchair-girl' or the 'mistress'.

both damian and jason could live charitable lives, never cheat on their partners, and it still wouldn't be enough to put them above dick.

it makes dick happy to know that. knowing that if he ever does fuck up all that good karma he's built will pad the fall.

but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel envy or hatred.

people praising tim for the same things they praised dick, bruce being privately and publically proud of tim. and dick didn't think it would affect him as much but the sound of socialites telling bruce that he must be so happy to have a least one successful child just had him gritting his teeth. it was after bruce announced that tim would be taking a break from ceo duties to go to college. hudson university, the same college that dick had famously dropped out of.

dick knew it wasn't a slight against him. of course not, tim wasn't that kind of person. but he still couldn't help but feel the sting of it and a bubbling hatred towards tim when at dinner several weeks ago tim informed them that his application had been accepted.

bruce had looked so...happy. or the closest thing to happiness he could get and dick just knew it was because one of his children was attending the alma mater of his parents, the university where they met.

(dick dropping out was to date, the most disappointed bruce had ever been in him).

dick wishes tim were more of a screwup. more of a fuck up. stephanie had once tried going around telling people that tim had cheated on her but no one had believed her because she was kind of a vindictive and jealous kid with issues no one wanted to address and tim was...tim.

dick's tension increases more and more as the weeks pass and tim's departure date grows closer. dick has always been aware that tim wasn't like jason or damian. he knew the two of them were in the same...league so to speak.

but...with tim going to college...a place notorious for breaking people down and getting them to act on their baser instincts....

it's not as though dick is setting out to sabotage tim.

so what if dick is trying to goad tim to 'letting loose' a little while in school. trying to convince him to attend frat parties where camera phones will be out filming all the stupid shit kids do. and what if dick were to scour and flag ones with tim in them for the papparazzi to devour.

tim's a pretty kid as well.

what if he had a one-night stand with one of those frat boy assholes who would put up a camcorder and secretly record their hookups?

(dick still had his collection of tapes from college after all and looked back on them fondly)

what if college turned him into one of those whores that came back knocked up for thanksgiving break?

what if tim got into weed and other drugs?

what if he got arrested for underage drinking? party busts happened all the time afterall.

dick's feelings towards tim going away to college shifted. he started spending more time with tim, trying to present a different view of college. dick doesn't mention how the partying and vigilante work made it harder to attend classes. he didn't mention how much harder it was to study when all you wanted to do was sleep before patrol. didn't mention how it's hard to get decent sleep when the dorms are so active during the day with people talking in the halls or stomping around in the room above you.

encouraging sexual deviancy in someone like tim isn't hard.

at 18 he's still a virgin. all red cheeked and unsure as dick winks at him while handing him a box of condoms to pack into his suitcase.

"don't use them all at once, timmy."

tim sputters as dick walks away.

it's not...grooming. not exactly. it's more like conditioning. getting tim accustomed to certain advances. repeating certain phrases 'hey gorgeous' 'hi beautiful, what are you doing here'.

from dick they're jokes even though he says them with a very serious flirtatious tone. tim is a neurotic mess about touch even to his family but he seems to accept dick's increased touchiness as a sort of 'farewell' for him going off to college.

it's going well.

tim leans in dick's advances, perks up at pick up lines, and listens with more than half an ear when dick whispers about how all the boys will be salivating to get a taste of tim when he goes to college.

maybe dick should've realized exactly what he was leading tim to do.

but as tim whines and sloppily fucks himself down on dick's cock he can't find it in him to consider this a failure.

dick bites back a groan at feeling tim's wet heat clench around his cock. dick can feel the full heat of tim's tight little pussy because he'd been whispering to tim about how he didn't really need a condom if he trusted someone.

alcohol made you more likely to trust strangers so dick had been banking on tim getting drunk and letting some faceless strangers hit it raw.

seemed that wouldn't be necessary as tim whined, pressing his hands harder on the tops of dick's thighs, letting his head hang back and grinding his hips harder down on dick's cock.

this. this was good.

incest was nice twist. the depravity of it would brand a scarlet letter on tim for the rest of his life. sure maybe dick would catch some shit...unless he threw tim under the bus.

blamed him for it, called him a seducer while stranding tim with a baby.

....or. he could use this. tangle a web around tim like dick was a spider and tim was a helpless little fly.

swear him to secrecy, convince tim he could never tell anyone about the kind of relationship he had with his 'big brother'. he'd have tim dancing in the palm of his hand, devoted and sweet to dick like he is to bruce. dick would even be getting regular pussy out of it.

seemed like a pretty sweet deal.

plus.

when tim shows up visibly pregnant at the next thanksgiving, it feels good to defend tim to bruce until tim is clinging to dick's clothes, the only one in the family that's not shaking their head at the development.

dick can see the stars in tim's gaze as he stares up at him and that....that has something in dick filling with such thick, sweet satisfaction.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

[pbandjesse]

Oh man I am exhausted. I didn't think I was going to be this tired but it just hit me like a wave. I'm laying in my hammock at Camp waiting for James to come pick me up. And I cannot wait for them to come and get me because I'm so tired. I cannot wait to go home.

I don't really nice day though. I did not sleep well last night which is probably contributing to how exhausted I feel now. Waking up was very difficult. But I got up and got dressed and things were okay. My lips were really scabby. They're definitely healing but it's slow going. I got dressed and my hair felt very dirty but I was cute. And soon me and James were heading out. They had already put their bike on the car and they made me a sandwich and we still stopped at McDonald's to get hash browns and a soda. It was a nice drive out to camp even though the sun was in my face and I was very tired. The soda helped me wake up.

When we got to Camp James drove me up to the art building and I went inside to get my shoes before I grabbed my backpack and stuff and we said goodbye. But very quickly I was calling them to come back for me because Elizabeth texted that my materials were at the lodge and she wanted me to drive them over to the pond. So that was fine. James came back and carded me around. Before saying goodbye for real.

And today would be really fun. I was a little nervous because I don't know a ton about macro invertebrates and vertebrates. But these kids were awesome and really just made my life so much easier. We were a little nervous when we saw the numbers because there were so many chaperones. We're talking like a two to one ratio. But it ended up being totally fine. When the kids got there we had just finished setting up Nick's program. He was running a little behind. And he was teaching about the watershed so he had the most science heavy one really. So when he got in right before the kids got there I was quizzing him on his facts about the Chesapeake Bay. Just being silly.

A bunch of the kids were former campers so that was pretty cool. And I say former loosely because most of them will be coming back this year. And we split up into our groups and then I took them over to the pond.

One of the parents asked how I could handle touching the bugs. And really I'm not very comfortable touching bugs. But when I'm at camp I have to turn off the part of my brain that would freak out because if I didn't I would not be able to comfortably be here. The only thing I don't like are spiders that move too fast. And I had a really good system going for all four programs today. I would stand on the picnic table and explain what we were doing. I asked him a few questions. I told them the rules and the boundaries. And then I sent them off. I had been set up with water so that we could put in anything we found. And they found a lot of cool stuff. I decided I would keep track of everything on the board throughout the day and see if we found new stuff every time and we did. If you look at my chart the first screen words are the first group then red and then black and then green again. And if something has a star next to it that means a group found it a second time. The frogs that we found were mating which was very funny because the kids kept asking why are these frogs hugging. And we found the same two frogs twice which I thought was really funny. We found one gigantic tadball. And about a thousand little tadpoles. We found so many interesting bugs and worms and they would get so jazzed when they found something that no one had seen. They were all really good. No one fell in the pond. Someone did slip in the mud but they didn't end up all wet. Just a little muddy. The parents told me that I was so good with the kids and that was very encouraging.

At lunch I went to the art building to grab my stuff and kind of made a mental plan of where I was going to start moving stuff when I was done. I ate lunch in the kitchen with Elizabeth and the others. And We talked about former camper is and seeing them grow up and how it's very weird. And then it was time for our afternoon programs. Which went really quickly. The kids would help me clean up at the end and I left everything in the sun to drive. And we were saying goodbye. It was a good day.

I talked to Joe for a little while. About changing the Native American program and he showed me some materials that came in the mail that he wasn't sure if they were for me or not. They weren't. And then I went to the lodge where we had a meeting about May and the calendar of events. Who's on when. All of us are basically full time but I'm leaving for 2 weeks and it was just good to kind of put everything out in the universe so that we all knew.

That meeting took forever though. For like no reason. But it was fine. I asked Dachelle and Sarah if they wouldn't mind driving the gator to pick up the nature program materials and help me set up the Native American stuff. And they ended up just doing all of it because they're so lovely. I would stay behind in the cafeteria and put away all the tables and chairs and get everything set up and cleaned. And once I was done that around 3:30 I went up to the art building to start getting that less of a disaster.

And it really wasn't that bad. It's more that it's just messy and crowded. I wanted to move around a few shelves and get rid of some stuff. So I would spend the next couple hours moving things and listening to podcasts and getting a lot accomplished honestly. To the point where I'm very sore now and very tired. It's also gotten a lot colder so now I'm shivering. But James should be here soon. And they're going to help me take a few things to the dumpster before we go home. I am really proud of all the work I did today in the art building. It's not my final solution for how it's going to look but it's going to be way nicer to work in there for any programs that we need it for for the next month or so.

I feel good about everything that I did today I think I'm going to sleep a lot better tonight. When we get home I hope to wash my hair and eat something warm. And maybe try to go to sleep early. Which is why I'm writing this now. Because I very much want to close my eyes as soon as possible.

Tomorrow I'm going to the museum but it will be an easy day. I'm just watching Michael learn a role in the cannery. And I've seen him do it before and I know he's going to be fine. And then I hope to finish my commission for Rosia And just enjoy the day. I hope that you have all had a very nice day today. And that tomorrow is even better. Sleep well my friends. Be safe.

[chetterbox-blog]

I'm Thinking of Ending Things

Book

Read in it's entirety on December 5th, 2023. This horror novel is short, coming in at few pages over 250. I started it, and I couldn't stop reading it until it was finished. It had me hooked until near the end, when I just became utterly confused (more on that below). The off-settingness of this story and it's characters and how they interact is addicting. My biggest gripe about it was the buildup; it has that slow burn feeling a majority of the book, and the ending to me didn't have a big payoff. The book ended and I desperately wanted more.

SPOILERS

Near the end of the book, when he's got her in the school, there are moments that I don't understand. How her old childhood shirt ends up there; there's mention of the whole time of a man who watched her outside of her window, and on a bench, and I don't think it's Jake? It wouldn't make sense, but I felt like that was something mentioned more than once and then... it wasn't the big bad? THEN, the slithering of the janitor? And that Jake is actually the janitor? And he's the big bad; which that I understood even though the things surrounding it were weird. The phone calls are eerie but who's making them? We never find that out. And the girl at the Dairy Queen, how does she know? Then there is the split, where I didn't really understand anything. Did she kill herself? Did he kill himself? We're following her the whole book but then it turns into "we". I thought the interlude chapters were filling me in, but even at the end I was still confused.

Because of this, I figured I might watch the movie, because maybe seeing it unfold would make it make sense for me.

Movie

Ok, so I watched the movie today and just--

What in the hell did I just watch? It cleared nothing up for me in the slightest, even though the original author was a part of the production. Also, what the hell was that aspect ratio? Why?

SPOILERS

So the movie is unnerving, and I like the slow burn about it that matches a majority of the book. I really really like what they did with the parents, aging and de-aging, off-putting scenes and dialogue. There was this strange difference in the movie where she outright meets the janitor, and we get the information that the janitor IS him, and she doesn't run around away from him. Instead of her going crazy and running through the school and hiding there's like... this weird lyrical dance scene. The movie ends with an excerpt of old people watching him, older, in a musical? But he looks like him, aged up, not like the janitor.

Book vs Movie

I would say the book is worth the read, though it was hard for me to understand in the end. There are major differences, different aspects that are not in the movie that are in the book, and vice versa. Brother vs. No Brother. Experience with the watching man vs not even mentioned. The book has more emphasis on the caller, and has different descriptions of the characters than the actors portray.

2.5/5

#i'm thinking of ending things #book #movie #netflix original #horror #horror novel #slow burn #book vs movie

[the-corvus-luna]

CLAMP Herbal Tea Diary

Translation thanks to ChatGPT:

~*INTRODUCTION*~

The four girls from CLAMP moved to a new workplace. They have a cute cat (note: an alien, as referenced in "The Cat Who Fell To Earth") and their days should be filled with fun, but for some reason, they haven't been feeling "happy and content" lately. So, the four of them decided to discuss their symptoms.

"Recently, my body hasn't been feeling good."

"It takes me a long time to fall asleep."

"I get tired easily."

"I don't know why, but I feel sleepy."

"I just want to see cute girls."

Could their irregular work schedule be to blame? The four girls put their heads together to come up with ideas. However, they had jobs to do and were also lazy. They didn't know how to take care of their health properly either. So, they wondered what they could do.

"I know! Let's get a maid!"

"Good idea, a maid!"

"That's a good idea!"

"That's a good idea!"

"That sounds good to me."

"The maid can help us stay healthy."

"The maid will definitely do that for us."

"Yeah, for sure!"

"Anyway, we want to see cute girls."

For some reason, the four girls decided to call for a maid. They loved maids and wives since they were young.

"Where can we find a maid?"

"Maybe at the maid market."

"No, they have a maid fair twice a year."

"Let's search the internet for it."

"Okay."

"We searched the internet to find the hospital in Kakyoin, remember?"

"We can find a maid there."

"Definitely."

"Anyway, we want to see cute girls."

CLAMP used their computers to search for where they could find maids to hire. After a while, they found a website called "Electric Maid Dispatch Association." They sent an email requesting maid service.

After a while, they received a response from the "Electric Maid Dispatch Association." The response said that two maids would be sent to CLAMP's workplace.

CLAMP was overjoyed.

"Now we can have maids come to our place."

"That's great!"

"That's awesome!"

"Now we can become healthier."

"I hope so."

"The maid will kindly take care of our health."

"We're so happy."

"That's so awesome!"

"Anyway, we hope they're cute girls."

And so, two maids arrived at CLAMP's workplace.

Featuring Rosemary and Marigold

Rosemary

Height: 159 centimeters

Weight: undisclosed

Personality: calm, reliable, practical, absent-minded, but quite dependable

Hobbies: growing herbs, aromatherapy, knitting, cooking

Likes: listening to music, reading books

Maid experience: 4 years

Note: A versatile maid who can please any household. There's nothing in particular that she's not good at in terms of work. She has been drinking herbal tea since she was a child. However, please note that without her glasses, she can't see anything beyond a radius of 1 meter.

Marigold

Height: 160 centimeters

Weight: undisclosed (jokingly says 3 tons)

Personality: forgetful, short-tempered, quick to argue, scatterbrained, but quite emotional

Hobbies: collecting cute cups, making potpourri, playing tennis, fighting games

Likes: gaming, singing

Maid experience: 3 months

Notes: A still problematic novice maid. It seems that she caused some problems even in the household she worked before coming to CLAMP's workplace. She recently started studying about herbal tea. She has good physical coordination, so she is good at moving her body.

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ABOUT HERB TEA

All the tea made by the maid is made from dry herbs. Please be aware that the blend ratios are also made up of dry herbs. Note that commercially available dry herbs come in two forms: finely cut leaves and whole (original shape). Recently, tea bags are also sold, so please ask at the store.

How to make dry herb tea.

Prepare a teapot, teacup, hot water, dry herbs, and a tea strainer.

2. Boil water and then turn off the heat. Let it sit for about 30 seconds until the water settles down, then transfer enough hot water for the number of people (one cup per person) to the teapot and add the appropriate amount of dry herbs. One spoonful of tea leaves is enough for one person. Adjust the ratios accordingly for blends. For example, if you are making a blend of chamomile 1: linden 1: orange peel 1: lemongrass 1 for four people, each will require one spoonful.

3. Immediately cover the teapot with a lid and let it steep for 3-5 minutes. Always cover the teapot during the extraction process to avoid losing the volatile components of the herbs.

4. Meanwhile, pour the remaining hot water into the teacup and warm it up. Discard this water when the tea is ready.

5. Then, using a tea strainer, pour the tea into each cup, being careful not to include any herb leaves. Gradually pouring the tea into each cup ensures that the concentration of each cup is the same and makes it a delicious and enjoyable experience for everyone.

#CLAMP #Tea

[lucindarobinsonvevo]

what’s your opinion on the ‘newbies’ at no. 30 in ‘06/07?? (frazer, rosie, pepper if that wasn’t obv) do you have a theory on why they didn’t last very long/didn’t seem overly popular? i like them, though i find they lack a bit of depth? there was never really much going on with them, they didn’t feel like classic neighbours characters to me. they were kinda just there..

Well, my theory about why they didn't last very long on screen is because of the behind the scenes issues reportedly going on with the actors. If you believe that one random producer on twitter who blocked kraina than apparently the guy playing sebastian barnes/will griggs had to be escorted off the property for 'good reason' and the actress playing Rosie was fired for getting drunk and passing out in a gutter on set, and when she left they had to send Fraser with her. And yeah. I believe she probably WAS fired or left very quickly, same with the actor playing Will/Sebastian, I think we see that in the storylines and their extremely abrupt exits. But if you believe the stories and implications of that specific producer....That's up to you.

Im purposely not going to be naming the actors/actresses here, just so this doesn't show up in their google results, since these are just rumours from Just Some Guy on twitter after all. 

I think the un-neighboursness about them was on purpose, since they were brought in to spice up the cast and I guess capitalize on the high viewing numbers after the end of the Robert storyline They were meant to shake up the street so to speak. As you say, they're pretty likable but they are not particularly well utilized.

I find Adam a particularly superfluous character. L+Ratio+you're a cop+you're british lmao they really gave that guy fuck nothing.

But on the flip side I do find Rosie to be a very good character, I love her arc of finding herself and learning to love and being able to overcome her fears and worries I thought it was a good storyline, well acted and I enjoyed her affair with Paul a lot even though it ended up kind of a silly storyline. I just wish that her desire as a character to not have kids was given more respect. Generally, I enjoyed a flawed character, and I think Rosie was flawed and allowed to be narratively without being condemned for it. Obviously she also had her story with Rocco and her close proximity to Carmella to give her added depth and let's face it N.B makes the actors around her better. She's probably my favourite from the group just because I love Carmella so much so her sister is someone im quite fond of.

While she isn't the MOST compelling, Pepper had the benefit of being Stiger's daughter so she was more of a typical neighbours character imo. I was quite fond of her storyline with her mum, coming to terms with her being gay etc. Scary Mary was obv a nothing burger storyline by N.W did a really good job with it I think. I like Pepper more than most of the others in this particular group, I think she was fun and cheerful and her affair with Paul was also the catalyst for one of my favoruite shots on Neighbours so it’s hard to hold anything against her. Her abuse storyline with Lolly was another highlight for me, but ultimately I think she kind of ends up being eye candy most of the time, which is a shame. 

Frazer is mostly successful for being the conduit that brought Ringo to EB. Like, he's fine I guess? I hated him in the storyline where Carmella is bullied into getting plastic surgery. He loses points for that, and for having a miracle cure storyline after being disabled. A guy who was...Just sort of there a lot of the time, he had a lot of quite emotional storylines that didn’t feel earned to me. 

Will Griggs/Sebastian Barnes left just as he was getting good and was replaced by the superior Oliver Barnes. I didn’t like him much to begin with and as far as I’m concerned his exit is no great loss for the show. 

As for why they’re not particularly popular...I think it’s fairly self evident why they’re not as fondly remembered as some characters but for what it’s worth I think they probably have a better legacy than what they deserve off the shoulders of poor Ringo and Donna’s love that was more than love or whatever. They just didn’t have enough good storylines to justify their presence on the street, paired with limited roles in the big storylines of each year there isn’t much for people to remember them by other than that Frazer didn’t go to Ringo’s wedding and Paul hallucinated Rosie in a slutty wedding dress, lol. 

Also - 2007 gaybait storyline. It’s a piss weak, chaste kiss scene of no merit and it was so sexualized and sensationalized and for WHAT? This probably didn’t damage the characters too badly for most neighbours viewers I just want to mention it because it’s such a disappointment of a storyline. RosiePepper 4ever :(

#mitzianswers

[yinlikesbooksandtea]

For more context please read this fic by the lovely @cinnamonest . They're an amazing writer !!! You might not understand the fic if you don't read it so please do !

Warning : HEAVY misogyny . Sexist world building . Kidnapping . Forced marriage . Objectification

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Part 1 : Hide yourself girlie

- " Deepen your voice . "

Father always reminded you .

- " Always wear your binder . "

He reprimanded .

- " Hide your hair and wear baggier clothes . "

He scolded .

- " Learn to wield the blade or die by it . "

Father was always cold and stoic with you . He was the same with mother . He was an old Fatui soldier that retired after the birth of his daughter . He was strict . He never showed it but he cared . Growing up in a world where the birthrates of girls were rare . Seeing the birth of his daughter downright scared him . With all the years of him being a soldier . He's seen how young girls your age were treated . Getting beaten , sold , abused , assaulted . It scared him when you were born . He was determined to protect you . Raising you to be a boy since it was dangerous to be a girl . With such a scarce ratio of men to women . Who wouldn't be scared for their daughter ?

You should be grateful mother would say . You should be grateful that you lived in Snezhnaya and not some other region . Seeing as Snezhnaya was ruled by the Tsaritsa and not an archon which was born a male . There were rules that were enforced to protect the women but they failed . Mostly because those rules were mostly enforced by male authority that swept the cases of kidnapping young girls and illegal brothels under the rug . The Tsaritsa didn't do much as her highness was too focused on accomplishing her goals of taking down the divine .

Growing up you understood why you and mother were always locked at home . Even if you went out , your hair was always hidden by a hood or cape , your chest being binded carefully , wearing thick layers of clothing to hide your curves , lowering your voice , speaking in monotone to sound more like a man . Meanwhile mother always had a cape covering her face as she looked down on her feet her hands tightly clinging onto your father . You've seen the way men looked at your mother while you passed by them in the markets . Seeing as Snezhnaya was ruled by the Tsaritsa and not an archon which was born a male . There were rules that were enforced to protect the women but they failed . Mostly because those rules were mostly enforced by male authority that swept the cases of kidnapping your girls and illegal brothels under the rug . The Tsaritsa didn't do much as her highness was too focused on accomplishing her goals of taking down the divine .

Growing up you understood why you and mother were always locked at home . Even if you went out , your hair was always hidden by a hood or cape , your chest being binded carefully , wearing thick layers of clothing to hide your curves , lowering your voice , speaking in monotone to sound more like a man . Meanwhile mother always had a cape covering her face as she looked down on her feet her hands tightly clinging onto your father . You've seen the way men looked at your mother while you passed by them in the markets . You've seen countless girls being stared at by men . Their eyes lingering and looking at them with lust treating them as if they were objects . Seeing how there were girls being kidnapped to be brides because of how rare women were . Seeing the illegal brothels rich men would pay to get in just because they were desperate . Seeing there were legal auctions by the Fatui selling young girls like they were property . Seeing how your closest friend was forced into a marriage to a musty old man that could be her grandfather . You were angry . Angry that you were treated like a status for the rich . Angry that you were treated like a pet like a mere object and you were angry .

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You couldn't stand not doing anything . You didn't want to rot away and hide forever . So at the ripe age of 19 you joined the Fatui . Where you were known as manwhore .

You were the favourite of La Signora . Being born in a world where women were so scarce , being the favourite of the beautiful Crimson Witch of Flames gained you lots of attention . Every Harbinger had their personal lover that they had stolen somehow . Scaramouche's was a Fatui soldier that was crossdressing like you . Dottore had kidnapped his from Mondtsat . Pedrolino forcefully married a nobleman's daughter . It wasn't a surprised that you were labeled as La Signora's lover . Your fellow comrades often looked at you with envy with their eyes , mocking you for being so close with her . After years of being in the Fatui you earned your place in her small division and you were proud to work for her . You were her secretary and you were proud that she chose you . She was the only reason why you survived in this hell they call Teyvat . You'd lay your life for her.

Just when you had joined the Fatui you were inexperienced often lacking behind your male counterparts . Even though father had always taught you swordsmanship . There was no use when you were lacking behind in running or fighting physically against your male counterparts . People noticed . People would make jokes of you , make inappropriate comments about how pretty you were , that they would fuck you if or even't if you were a girl . A particular harbinger had their eyes set on you before for looking more feminine . Thankfully another poor girl had caught the 6th Harbingers eyes before he revealed your secrets . But that didn't mean you were safe . Lucky for you always managed to sneak away to take showers on your own or change on your own instead of the public bathrooms and public dorms . Multiple times have you contemplated quiting but before you did . She noticed you . She noticed the feminine features that you buried underneath yourself for years . Your hidden femininity in your posture , the way you spoke . You reminded her of the days where she hid herself as a man to join the Fatui .

That's where it all started . A subordinate of hers dragged you to her office . She sat there in all her glory sipping her tea , asking you to sit .

- " Drop the act . "

Your heart dropped at those words . Cold sweat running down your back . Was she going to report you ? Were you going to become one of those service girls given to those soldiers ? Were you going to die ? Anxious thoughts scrambled through your brain , so your only resolution was to play dumb .

- " My lady I don't understand what you're talking about . "

- " I know you're a women and you did a good job hiding it . "

Fear and anxiety was running through your veins . Signora seemed to notice your anxiousness and offered you a seat with some tea . She had a warm smile on her face when she took a glance at you .

- " I joined the Fatui like you . Dressing up as a man . I rose through the ranks as a man before I revealed myself to be a women once I gained enough power . One day I hope you gain enough power to stand proud as a women . "

And the rest was history . Once you revealed yourself to her , she took you under her wing . Put you in her small division and guided you . Often times training you in the middle of the night . Every night she would send her subordinates to retrieve you . There was when the rumors started of you being a manwhore . People always saw you come out of her room in the early mornings or late nights with wet hair assuming you both were lovers . But the truth was you only went to her room to take showers and have sleep overs . The only time that you truly felt safe to be a women was when you were with her . She was cold and stoic with others but she was never like that with you .

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Part 2 : I see you

Part 3 !!

I don't like Signora but for the sake of the fic I have to . Also I forgot I had this in my draft for like two weeks ??? Reader will be meeting Childe in part 2 . This is only some buildup ! Not beta read . Since I have no one to send this too ;-;

Edit : I forgot to add the content warning !

Gosh , I'm sorry !

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere childe #yandere #genshin oneshots #fanfic #la signora #childe x reader #yinlikesbooksandtea