#I’ve learned so much from him about how to be a good educator

[artemisiatridentata]

As an educator it never fails to floor me (and, often, nearly bring me to tears) how kids react and open up when I give them positive feedback. Often it seems like no adult has ever bothered to engage with them and center them in the conversation. Maybe it helps that I still enjoy “childlike” things like drawing and star wars and dinosaurs, but like. still. any time I treat them like the complex, fully-formed human beings that they are, any time I ask questions that get beyond the surface level, their eyes light up and they transform.

Like once on a five-day field program, I complimented a shy, quiet kid’s watercolor painting, told them I liked making art too and asked them more questions about it — what their favorite medium was, if they found watercolors tricky like I do, etc. — and it was like a switch was flipped. They told me all about their art classes and what they liked to make, what techniques they were struggling with, AND we found out we both were interested in herbalism! The kid stuck to me like glue for the rest of the week and kept showing me all the art they were making, as well as asking me all about the edible and medicinal plants in the region. And all it took was me saying something like, “Whoa, that painting is amazing! The detail on the trees is so realistic, and you really captured the texture of the sandstone! I like to paint, too, but rocks are really hard for me. I can never get them to look right. How did you make them look so 3D?” instead of just “wow that’s pretty!”

And that happens over and over. A little boy who didn’t really talk to anyone saw me drawing a mandalorian with sidewalk chalk and the next day he brought a bunch of his drawings of clone wars battle scenes to show me, and after I told him how impressed I was with his creativity and attention to detail, he wouldn’t stop talking to me and asking me how to draw various characters!! Recently I had a long and delightful conversation with an 8 year old about his favorite species in the ceratopsidae family. I’ve had hours-long discussions with teenage boys on the various merits and minutiae of legends vs. canon star wars material and the ways that universe mirrors our real-life sociopolitical landscape. 9 year old girls talk a mile a minute when they find out I like horses and ask them about their favorite breed, and shy 18 year olds suddenly can’t stop smiling and bouncing on their heels when I ask them to tell me more about their favorite music artists and mention that hey, my 25 year old best friend is also into K-pop, just like you!! Who’s your favorite group?? 12 year olds have asked me if they can have more free time instead of a structured lesson and are shocked when I say yes, and then confess to being stressed and sad because they’re already so exhausted and burnt out from the school-homework-extracurriculars grind and they can’t imagine doing it for six more years and then working for decades like their parents. and then they ask if I want to come see the fort they’re building out of fallen branches and maybe help them build it? or would I like to come catch crawdads or build a little snail hotel?

Kids of all ages are dealing with so much stress and negative feedback. They’re often made to feel — whether directly or indirectly, by their parents or teachers or peers or bosses or church elders, etc. — that they’re not doing enough. That they’re lazy and always on their phones and that their interests are frivolous and that they’re too loud or in the way or annoying. Hell, I was made to feel that way when I was their age, and it breaks my heart that many kids are still not getting the positive feedback they need to thrive. So I make a point of giving them the level of respect and autonomy and engagement that I give adults.

The least us adults can do, especially those of us who teach kids or are otherwise around them a lot, is show them through our words and actions that we genuinely value their interests, opinions, and presence in our lives.

consider: teenagers aren’t apathetic about everything they’re just used to you shitting all over whatever they show excitement about

[solxamber]

Vice Housewardens + Kalim trying a period simulator

part 1 with overblot gang + adeuce + rollo

I love putting them through this

Trey Clover:

Trey had always been the reliable, grounded guy. Need a cake baked? Trey. Need a shoulder to cry on? Trey. So when you approached him with the suggestion of trying a period pain simulator for "educational purposes," he just adjusted his glasses and said, “Sure, why not?” with his usual level-headedness.

You’d attached the electrodes to his abdomen, and he watched, almost too calmly, as you adjusted the settings. “This isn’t going to be so bad,” he mused. “I mean, how bad could it rea—”

Level 3 hit.

Trey’s entire body stiffened like a poorly baked souffle. His hands gripped the edge of the counter, and his polite smile faltered into something...less composed.

“Okay. Alright. Th-That’s something,” he said, voice tight. His glasses started slipping down the bridge of his nose, and for the first time ever, Trey Clover—the epitome of calmness—looked mildly panicked. “W-Wait, are you sure this is—AH, WHY IS IT IN MY SPINE?”

You snorted as he shot you a look, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

By level 6, Trey was gripping the counter like it was holding him back from the gates of hell. “This is not natural. I’m convinced this is just dark magic. I think the dough is rising inside me.”

When it reached level 9, Trey—calm, responsible Trey—finally broke. “Okay, okay, STOP. I take it back. You are all warriors. I’ll bake you whatever you want for the rest of the week, just please stop.”

With a press of the button, you ended his suffering, and Trey fell back in his chair, gasping for air like he’d just run a marathon. He gave you a weak thumbs-up. “Good... good lesson. I have so much respect for you now. Never again.”

Ruggie Bucchi:

Ruggie thought he could handle anything. Growing up in the slums, you learn to survive, right? So when you casually mentioned a period pain simulator, he scoffed. “Psh, it can’t be worse than a day of running around for Leona. Hit me with it.”

Oh, sweet Ruggie. He didn’t know.

You strapped him up, and as the simulator started, he just chuckled. “This is nothin’. I’ve had stomach cramps before. Ain’t gonna—”

Level 4.

Ruggie doubled over, hands on his knees, eyes wide. “H-Hey, what the—ow, ow, OW! Is this what you deal with?!” His voice cracked as his body spasmed.

By level 6, he was on the floor, clutching his stomach. “I’m sorry for everything. For stealing your snacks, for—oh seven, is this my punishment for that time I ate all your donuts?!” He was gasping, rolling on his back, legs kicking in the air like he was trying to outrun the pain.

“Ruggie, I’m only at level 7,” you said, laughing.

Level 9 hit, and that’s when it got wild. “PLEASE! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! I’LL WASH ALL OF YOUR LAUNDRY. I’LL DO GRIM’S CHORES. JUST TURN IT OFF.”

You finally turned it off, and Ruggie lay there, twitching, face pale. “...I’ll never complain about anything again. Ever.”

Jade Leech:

Jade approached the period pain simulator like he did everything else—with unnerving curiosity. “Fascinating. I’ve heard about this phenomenon, but I’ve never had the chance to experience it firsthand.” He grinned that unsettling grin of his as you set it up.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” he added with eerie confidence, as if he were about to observe himself in an experiment.

Level 2 was fine. At level 4, he twitched slightly. “Interesting sensation. It feels as though something is constricting. Very curious.”

At level 5, his smile wavered, just a bit. His breathing hitched, and his hand twitched. “Ah. I see. A dull, persistent ache.”

By level 7, Jade was gripping the edge of his chair, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. “This... is more intense than I anticipated. Quite...quite challenging.”

Level 9, and his grin was gone. For once, Jade looked almost human—panicked and wide-eyed. His fingers dug into the table as he gasped, “What is this? Is this...some sort of torture technique?”

You had to fight back laughter as he gave you a rare, pleading look. “Turn it off...please.”

When it finally stopped, Jade blinked rapidly, straightening himself with as much dignity as he could muster. “I’ll admit, I underestimated that. Quite... informative.”

Kalim Al-Asim:

Kalim thought this was going to be fun. Like a game. “Sure! I’ll try it!” he chirped, flashing his bright smile. “This’ll be interesting!”

At level 2, Kalim was still smiling. “It kinda tickles!”

By level 4, his eyes widened. “O-Oh. That’s...that’s a bit tight, huh?”

Level 6 hit, and Kalim’s smile faltered completely. He was gripping the couch cushions, eyes wide with panic. “Wait, wait, wait! It’s like someone’s punching me from the inside!”

Level 8 arrived, and Kalim let out a full-on yelp. “Okay! O-Okay! I-I take it back! This isn’t fun at all!”

You were wheezing with laughter as Kalim squirmed, trying to adjust himself in the chair, like it would somehow lessen the pain. “It feels like my insides are doing a dance but... but not in a good way! Jamil! Help!”

When you finally turned it off, Kalim lay there, panting like he’d just escaped a wild party gone wrong. “Wow. Just... wow. I didn’t know! How do you survive this?”

Rook Hunt:

Of course, Rook approached this experience like everything else in life—with an excessive amount of enthusiasm. “Ah, mon trésor, you wish to grant me the experience of such a unique sensation? Marvelous! I am prepared for anything!”

You hooked him up, and he was practically vibrating with excitement.

At level 2, Rook was still poetic. “Ah, it begins. A subtle whisper of discomfort, like the winds of autumn brushing against one’s skin.”

Level 4. “Ah! A deeper ache, much like the pull of unrequited love! So sharp, so vivid! I feel it in my very core!”

Level 6 hit, and Rook...started sweating. “Oh...oh my, it is as though my very soul is twisting! A veritable storm within me!”

At level 8, Rook clutched his chest dramatically. “Mon dieu! The anguish! How does one continue to live with such torment on a monthly basis? I am in awe of your strength!”

You were practically crying with laughter as Rook, finally humbled, gasped, “Turn it off, s’il vous plaît! My poetic heart cannot take any more of this agony!”

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia had lived for centuries. He had fought in wars, seen empires rise and fall, so surely this would be nothing, right? “Ah, this? A pain simulator? How quaint,” he said with a smirk as you set it up.

At level 3, he was still smiling, though you noticed a twitch in his left eye. “Hmph. I’ve had worse.”

Level 5 hit, and Lilia stiffened, his smirk turning into a grimace. “Oh...that’s rather unpleasant.”

Level 7 arrived, and Lilia’s face contorted. He gripped the arms of the chair, his tiny frame shuddering. “This is worse than I thought” he muttered.

At level 9, Lilia—a warrior who had seen millennia—let out a tiny, high-pitched yelp. “STOP! TURN IT OFF! THIS ISN’T RIGHT!”

You immediately turned it off, watching in amusement as Lilia leaned back in his chair, panting. “Well...I didn’t expect that to be my undoing.” He gave you a weary smile. “You are far stronger than I ever gave you credit for.”

Masterlist

[sleepydeprived]

A Chance for Redemption

—A mysterious high school student appears out of the blue, bearing the face of the late Martha Wayne and puzzling even Gotham's greatest detectives.

[chapter 3]

Mama I’m Chasing A Ghost.

| Platonic!Yandere!Batfam x Reader

The floor-to-ceiling windows of my bedroom looked out onto the manicured gardens of the estate, and in the distance, was a view of Gotham that never seemed to change.

The same scenery, the same routine.

The butlers, the maids, the drivers who ferried me from one lavish location to another.

Every day was like the last, but with one major exception;

Gotham Academy

For the first time in my life, I had been thrust into a world that wasn’t mine. My mother had insisted I’d go, telling me it was for my own good. I was homeschooled my entire life, my education confined to private tutors and digital classes.

That is.. until my mother moved me to a prestigious school a few months ago. I don’t know what changed her mind. She was always so hellbent on keeping my life private. Her sweet little girl that only she knew about.

But now here I am attending a school that is closely watched by weird, content-hungry journalists and creepy paparazzis hoping to catch a photograph of children with high titles.

Nevertheless, I felt like an outsider. A puzzle that didn’t quite fit. I was the new kid—the girl who came out of nowhere.

But being an outsider didn’t automatically mean loner.

My presence didn’t go unnoticed.

I was different. People knew it, felt it, and stared. Maybe it was the fact that I came from a family—a clan—that held such an influence over Gotham’s elites. I was basically one relative away from a famous celebrity or a corrupt politician.

But, of course, there was also the resemblance to Martha Wayne.

It was a ghost of a resemblance, really, but it haunted me all the same. From the first day I stepped onto campus, I heard the whispers;

She looks like Martha Wayne.

The wife of Thomas Wayne?

She could be her daughter...

Or granddaughter.

It had started out as idle speculation, but as the days passed, the gossip only grew.

People stared, talked behind my back, and pointed at me when they thought I wasn’t looking. They didn't know me, but they had already formed an opinion. The mystery girl. The girl who had somehow, inexplicably, appeared out of nowhere. The girl who had the same smile, the same eyes, the same air of dignity and grace as Gotham’s most beloved figure. The figure whose tragic death had left an indelible mark on the city.

I had never cared for the attention. In fact, I hated it. I’m not interested in being some object of fascination, and that’s just how I was raised. I’m not Martha Wayne nor am I related to her—or at least, that’s what I’ve been told. The more people asked, the more I pushed that idea away. But the whispers were constant.

It made me think. A lot. So much more than what I preferred.

And suddenly, the buried thoughts from childhood of who and where my biological father was came rushing back.

Ever since I was a child, I had learned to bury my feelings—bury the questions about my father, and why my mother wouldn’t speak of him. There had been one conversation about it, years ago when my mother still had the time to let me in her study.

"Your father is not someone you need to concern yourself with," mother had said, her voice cold and stern. "Do not ask about him. Do not seek him. He is not a part of your life. Understand?"

And now, in the halls of Gotham Academy, that memory itched at me, more often than ever before. The bell rang, signaling the end of another school day, but I didn’t hurry to leave. I stood at my locker, staring at my reflection in the shiny surface of the metal.

Do I look like her?

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[vanilladollette]

Hey girl wassup, can you write about sweet female reader, with (all the characters if that's okay for u, if no, then jae Joon)

Female reader who is friends with Dong Eun and she had no idea that burns were from the bullies, and didn't know that jae Joon was apart of the incident, and when Dong exposes jae Joon, female reader goes from sweet to cold towards Jae Joon and breaks up with him, and lends him to be yandere.

(ALSO GIRL I WANNA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR THE GLORY X READER ON, WATTPAD ♡ )

The Sweetest Poison

Pairing: Yandere Jeon Jae-Joon x Fem! Sweet Reader

Word count: 1.75k

Summary:After learning you left him upon discovering his past as your best friend's bully, Jae-Joon's heartbreak twists into a dangerous obsession.

Warnings: Bullying, Burns, toxic, violent behavior, cursing

A/n: I'm glad that you like Beneath The Surface!!! This took me awhile to write but thank you for being patient with me. Anyways, I hope you like this!

You couldn’t believe it, even as you replayed her words in your head. The signs were all there, and yet somehow, you’d missed them. How could you have missed something like that?

When Moon Dong-eun, your friend from high school, had contacted you, you were thrilled. It had been years since you’d last seen her. Her message had been brief, almost cryptic, saying she needed to talk about something important in person. Curious and eager, you’d agreed to meet her at a quiet café downtown.

As you approached the agreed-upon spot, you saw her sitting alone at a corner table. Dong-eun looked different but not unrecognizable. Her posture was composed, her expression serene yet distant, like someone who had seen too much and learned to mask it well. You felt a pang of nostalgia as memories of the once cheerful, soft-spoken girl from high school resurfaced.

“Dong-eun!” you greeted warmly, sliding into the seat across from her. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

Her smile was faint but sincere. “Hello, y/n. It’s good to see you.” Her voice had a weight to it, as though each word carried unspoken emotions.

The two of you exchanged pleasantries. You told her how you’d thought about her over the years, wondering where she’d gone and what had happened after she left school. You mentioned how devastated you were when you found her house empty, with no way to contact her.

“I’ve been well,” she said, her tone polite but guarded. “After leaving school, I went to college to study education. I’m a teacher now.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “I wouldn’t have guessed you wanted to be a teacher back then.”

“What about you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “How have you been?”

You gave a small laugh. “Oh, nothing as exciting as becoming a teacher, that’s for sure. Just working and… you know, living life.”

As the conversation lingered, you couldn’t help but feel there was something unsaid, something heavier lurking beneath her calm demeanor. Finally, you decided to ask.

“Anyway,” you began, leaning forward slightly, “what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Dong-eun hesitated, her fingers curling around the edge of her cup. Her gaze flickered downward for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was soft but deliberate.

“You know,” she said, almost wistfully, “I always wondered how someone as kind as you could be so close to him.”

Her words caught you off guard. Him? You blinked, your head tilting in confusion. “Who are you talking about?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, her eyes met yours, searching your face as though gauging your reaction. Finally, she asked, “Do you know why I dropped out of high school?”

You nodded slowly. “You were being bullied. I assumed that was the reason… that you didn’t want to deal with it anymore.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice steady. “But I never told you who my bullies were.”

A chill ran down your spine. Something in her tone made your stomach knot. You stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

She took a deep breath, her fingers now toying with the hem of her sleeve. “One of them was Jae-joon,” she said finally, her words landing like a thunderclap. “He was one of them.”

Your breath caught. Jae-joon? You stared at her, your mind racing. Jae-joon, the same person you’d been close to all these years? The same person you’d trusted, laughed with, maybe even defended? The shock on your face must have been evident, because Dong-eun gave a sad, knowing smile.

“I’m guessing he never told you,” she said, her voice tinged with resignation. “I didn’t think he would. Why would he admit something like that to you?”

You were at a loss for words. Memories of Jae-joon flooded your mind—his easy smile, his charm, the way he always seemed so confident. You couldn’t reconcile the image of him with what Dong-eun was telling you. But then you thought about her, about how she’d suddenly vanished from your life, leaving no trace. And you realized… maybe you’d never really known Jae-joon as well as you thought.

“I’m sorry you had to find out from me,” Dong-eun said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft but firm, her gaze unwavering.

You shook your head quickly, trying to process everything. “No… I—I needed to know.” Your voice trembled, and you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. “I’m sorry, but I… I have to go.”

Without waiting for her response, you grabbed your bag and stood. Your legs felt unsteady as you walked out of the café, the weight of her revelation pressing down on you like a heavy fog. As you stepped into the cold air, one question echoed in your mind: How had you missed it?

“Y/n, I’m home!” Jae-Joon called out from the entrance of your shared home, his voice echoing through the quiet space. The late hour clung to him like a shadow, exhaustion evident in the way he shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair.

“Y/n?” he called again, his tone softening slightly when no response came.

He moved through the house, his footsteps muffled on the carpet as he checked the usual places you might be. The kitchen was empty, the living room undisturbed. A flicker of unease settled in his chest as he made his way toward the bedroom.

Pushing the door open slowly, Jae-Joon’s eyes landed on your still figure lying on the bed, your back facing him. Relief warred with apprehension as he stepped closer, his voice low and uncertain.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t stir, he perched cautiously on the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His hand found your hip, a gesture meant to bridge the growing distance he felt between you. For a moment, he said nothing, unsure how to break the silence that had thickened between you lately.

“How was your day?” he finally asked, his voice tentative.

“Fine,” you replied curtly, your tone as cold as the wall you stared at.

Jae-Joon’s shoulders sagged under the weight of your indifference. The silence returned, heavier than before. Sighing, he rose and left the room to prepare for bed, the unspoken words hanging in the air like ghosts.

The next morning, Jae-Joon woke to find the bed empty. He blinked at the sunlight filtering through the curtains, assuming you were already up. The faint clink of dishes guided him to the kitchen, where he found you seated at the table with a bowl of untouched cereal in front of you. Your gaze was fixed on some indiscernible point ahead, your posture rigid.

“Morning,” he greeted, though the lightness in his tone faltered when you didn’t respond. Shrugging it off, he began rummaging through the cabinets for something to eat.

“When were you going to tell me that you gave Dong-eun those burns?”

Your voice cut through the stillness. Jae-Joon froze, his hand hovering over the coffee pot. Slowly, he turned to face you, his expression a mixture of confusion and unease.

“What?” he managed, his voice strained.

“Or were you just hoping I’d never find out?” Your voice trembled, though your eyes remained fixed ahead.

Jae-Joon’s throat tightened. “Who told you? Did Dong-eun tell you?” He approached the table, his movements deliberate.

“Answer my question,” you snapped, finally meeting his gaze. Your red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked cheeks were like a punch to his gut. “Were you ever planning to tell me, Jae-Joon? Or did you think you could hide the fact that you were my best friend’s bully?”

His jaw clenched as anger flared in his eyes, a defense mechanism against the guilt clawing at him. “What did she tell you?” he demanded, his voice rising.

“Why are you so worried about what she said? Is it because it’s true?” you shot back, standing up abruptly.

The two of you locked eyes, the tension crackling between you like a live wire. You didn’t wait for his response. Turning on your heel, you strode toward the bedroom.

Jae-Joon followed close behind, his stomach twisting as he watched you yank a suitcase from the closet and toss it onto the bed. His heart sank further with every article of clothing you packed.

“Wait, what are you doing?” His voice cracked, the panic unmistakable.

“I’m done, Jae-Joon,” you said, your voice rising. “We’re over.” You zipped the suitcase with trembling hands, refusing to look at him.

“Y/n, wait!” He grabbed your wrist as you made for the door, his grip firm but not forceful. “Let’s talk about this. Please.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You wrenched your arm free, your voice breaking.

Jae-Joon stood frozen as you walked out the door, the sound of your suitcase wheels scraping against the floor a bitter reminder of your departure. The silence that followed was deafening.

“FUCK!” The scream tore from his throat as he hurled a lamp across the room, the crash doing little to ease the storm raging inside him.

Grabbing his phone, he scrolled furiously through his messages until he found Dong-eun’s number. His hands shook as he hit the call button, the phone pressed tightly to his ear.

After several rings, her voice came through, calm and composed. “Hello?”

“WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?” he roared, his voice laced with fury.

“Simply the truth,” Dong-eun replied coldly.

“Because of you, Y/n left me!” His voice cracked, the admission spilling out like a wound reopening.

“Did you really think she wouldn’t find out, Jae-Joon?” Dong-eun’s voice was unyielding. “She deserved to know.”

He ended the call abruptly, hurling his phone across the room. Chest heaving, he sank onto the bed, his head in his hands.

Jae-Joon sat on the edge of the bed, his breathing ragged as the room fell silent. His hands shook. You were his—his light, his purpose, his everything.

You leaving wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. He’d make you see that. He’d make you come back to him, no matter what it took.

A smile—a chilling, empty smile—spread across his face. You weren’t responding now, but that was fine. He didn’t need words. He knew where you were. He’d find you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost tender. “You’ll understand soon, Y/n. We’re meant to be.”

His heart pounded with renewed determination as he got up, his mind racing with plans. You belonged to him, and nothing would change that.

Nothing.

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[glitchy1938]

Hi hi! I’ve had this idea in my head for a platonic scenario with Dark cacao (and maybe Dark Choco, if you want lol), where reader is the youngest child of Dark cacao and had to grow up alone most of time and never got into fighting with swords. And the only time Dark cacao realizes how the times have changed the reader is so distant from him and choco. With that reader being a healer or something else, but anytime cacao tries to talk with them they run off.

Sooner or later both reader and cacao have a heart felt moment, where reader spills everything to him.

I’m sorry if that is a bit to jumbled😅 but when u do come to this request thank u so much! Have a good rest of your week <3

Of course !! I hope it's okay that I add my OC there And I hope you like the story

A Love Of A Father....

[Dark Cacao cookie and Dark choco cookie x young child reader]

[Relation : Platonic] [angst to fluff]

For as long as you can remember, you and your father didn't get a lot of time together with your brother. You were younger then Dark choco but it was rare for you two to play...

Your father, Dark Cacao cookie also didn't fave a lot of time for you, whenever he saw you, you were with your nanny he brought to take care of you....

You try to impress him by trying to use a sword... but alas, you weren't good at it.. you were good at healing magics, but didn't say anything to your father or brother, afraid if their judgement... Special your father....

But sometime.... You and Dark choco would read together or play, it was those moments you wished to come back...

After Dark Cacao banner your brother, you were crying in your room.. You wish you could do something but it was the decision of your father... The more time pass the more distance you became with him...

Your healing magic are doing amazing, the more you learn the more useful it is for you, but you couldn't never find happiness.... Not with the distance father you have....

After Dark Cacao apologize to his son and he run away, he start to try and talk to you, but you always run off, not wanting to talk now... He start to ask one of his closest friends who have experience with those kind of thing : Pure Vanilla cookie, Sweet bleu Chocolat cookie (aka Zakia cookie) and Hollyberry Cookie.

So the first thing he heard was :"you really need to see again your education Cacao" Said Zakia surprised by how distance you two have been. Vanilla and Hollyberry agree but are willing to help him out.. !

First was to talk to you the two other came to talk and maybe making you feel more comfortable to talk to Dark Cacao, while Pure Vanilla help him about his troubles....

It wasn't easy, but after an hour or two, you accept to talk to him... He heard all what you have to say, the way you felt when he never pay attention to you, how you felt lonely... Everything.... And then, the inexpensive happened...

Dark Cacao Cookie hugged YOU

And while holding you close he start to apologize and cry a little... you couldn't believe it... Your father, after so long.... Was hugging you... You broke while tightly hugging him back... He say that all of this will never happen again and asked if you could forgive him, and you happely say yes.

After that, he completely changed, he's not that distance father who you used to, he stayed with you the whole time, helping you when you're trying to figure out some healing spleles, hugging you when you ask, and most importantly, being and support you.

He totally understand when you told him that you wanted to be a healer, but he teaching you how to use a sword. Why ? So that when there is no one to help, you know how to defend yourself. And for Dark choco cookie ?

He came back too, to reunited with his father and you and when you saw him, you immediately jump on to him and hug him ! And you two became the best siblings !!

Life didn't start well with you... But with a little and hope, you can face the past and move on !

Hope you like it !!

[solrabi]

Rich boyfriend Nanami learning about happiness in the mundane. He is so out of touch with reality, and he’s glad to have you in his life to teach him about it. In other words, you take Nanami to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant.

For a man who is extremely educated about finance and corporate politics, your boyfriend did not know anything about the real world.

You stared at him as he struggled to flip a pancake. He was insistent on making breakfast for you because he wanted to prove you wrong.

Nanami is the type of man who genuinely does not know how to do his taxes because he has a person hired to do that. He doesnt know how to do laundry because he has a team of housekeepers who baby him (out of kindness because he’s a great employer). He has no idea how to tip so when he’s told to give one, he’ll casually hand out fifty or hundred bucks like it’s nothing.

You’ve had to dig your nails into his arm to prevent him from doing the last one. There’s only so much money one can spend on a simple cup of coffee.

You sighed as you nudged the man to the side with your hips, and took the pan from him. “It’s simple, like this.” And you did a flawless flip, retaining the shape of the pancake.

“I could’ve done that easily.” Your boyfriend grumbled while staring at the pan- his mortal enemy for the past five minutes. “It’s alright, hon, why don’t you set the plates?”

You never realized it but Nanami was embarrassed that he didn’t know how to do simple things. At least not until you saw his red face and downturned eyes. The poor man had more than half the city in the palm of his hand but he still didn’t feel capable enough for you.

You put your hand on his as you placed a stack of pancakes on the counter. “How about we go on a special date?”

“Good, I’ve been meaning to take you flying in one of my newest planes. I found one with a cup holder that can fit your humongous thermos,” Nanami says nonchalantly, like spitting out hundreds and thousands of dollars for an airplane with insignificant amenities is the norm for him.

Which it is, but you just never got used to it, being from a humble background and all.

“No, I was thinking more…. local. I wanna take you to the restaurants I went to when I was in college,” you say as you pour him another cup of coffee (made with beans from an expensive supplier).

[bootsukki]

AITA for telling my girlfriend I want to be with her for the rest of my life over the phone?

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I (22M) have been dating my girlfriend (22F) for 4 years more or less. Ever since I’ve known her, I have known that she would do great things in life and she’s currently in the USA working on a huge project — a book about educational methodologies. I’m really proud of her but she’s gone for a few months now and I’ve been missing her a lot more than a thought I would. I am in my last year of university and the stress of exams, deadlines and such is making me kind of sensitive towards things. Now, I’m not the most emotionally expressive person. I don’t do the whole "sharing feelings" thing easily, but the distance has been harder than I expected, and I realized I don’t want to keep feeling like this when we’re apart. I just… want her here with me. So, last night, while we were on the phone, I told her straight up that I miss her, and then (kind of out of nowhere) I said that I want to be with her for the rest of my life. This was a big deal for me because, like I said, I don’t really say stuff like that. AITA for telling my girlfriend I want to be with her for the rest of my life over the phone?

It had been a few months since (Y/N) left for the States, diving headfirst into a research for the book she’d been working on alongside some professors, a project she was incredibly passionate about: new educational methodologies that could revolutionize Japanese education towards learning a second language. She needed to spend 4 months in the US and then continue research at their university and other parts of Japan. Tsukishima admired that about his girlfriend: she was passionate and never had any problems throwing herself into work with so much heart.

But the truth is that being halfway accross the world from her was taking a toll on him. He was grateful for having his other friends around but being in his last year of university without her by his side was making it really hard and he found himself missing her more than expected. Over the years they had been together, he had his own way of expressing his affections towards (Y/N) — kissing the top of her head whenever she walked past him, making her favourite breakfast whenever she stayed at his apartment, quiet I love you’s before going to bed… He didn’t need many words to express how much he loved her. Yet, in her absence, all those things felt incomplete. Her empty side of his bed, the silence in the apartment whenever Yamaguchi was out, dinners eaten alone, sushi for one…

He missed the sound of her voice (even though they spoke on the phone two times a day and sent several voice notes during the day), the feeling of her body moving around his sheets and the gossip she would come home with everyday.

Tsukishima sighed, getting ready for bed and (Y/N)’s morning call. That was another big thing: the 16-hour difference that came between them.

As soon as he got into bed, his phone started ringing and he picked it up without hesitation.

“Hi Kei!”

Tsukishima smiled, noticing her still sleepy voice.

“Good morning, baby.”

He could tell she was tired but her voice was still warm. He laid on his bed, phone pressed to his ear, room dimly lit as he listened to her talk, telling him about the congress she had to attend and her outfit problems.

Usually, Tsukishima would offer snarky remarks towards her comments but she noticed something was wrong.

“Love, you still there?” She asked, voice gentle and soft in case he had fallen asleep.

"Yeah, I'm here," he muttered. His voice sounded lower, softer than usual.

There was a pause. (Y/N) knew him well enough to recognize when something was on his mind.

"Everything okay? You sound… different." He let out a sigh, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. It wasn't like him to be vulnerable, but these past few months had chipped away at his defenses. He didn't like it, but there was no escaping the truth of it. He missed her in a way that felt overwhelming.

"I…" He hesitated, the words feeling foreign, heavy. But he knew he couldn't hold it in any longer. "I miss you. A lot."

(Y/N) was quiet on the other end, probably taken aback by his honesty. Tsukishima wasn't one to openly admit his feelings, but tonight, something in him had cracked open.

"I miss you too," you said softly. "I’ll be back soon, you know that. Only 20 days.”

He nodded, though she couldn’t see him. His heart pounded against his chest as if urging him to say more, something deeper, something he hadn’t quite put into words before. And then, before he could stop himself, it slipped out.

"I want to be with you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "For the rest of my life." The silence that followed felt like an eternity. His heart raced, and he almost regretted saying it. (Y/N) let out a shaky breath, and her shaky voice came through the line,.

"Kei… you really mean that?"

“Baby…” Tsukishima moved around his bed, his back now leaning into his headboard. “Are you crying?”

“Yes, sorry.” (Y/N) sniffed. “Sorry, I…”

Tsukishima felt his heart break and sighed, feeling like a complete asshole for saying something that big on the phone.

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Kei, no… I’m happy, I swear, I just—“ Tsukishima heard the soft knocking on the other side on the line. “I need to go. I’ll call you as soon as you wake up?”

“Okay.”

“Text me, okay?”

“Yeah.” Tsukishima bit his lip. “I love you, have a great day.”

“I love you too and I miss you like crazy. I love you, love you, love you. Can’t wait to see you. Sweet dreams.”

“I can’t wait. Love you.”

There was no way he was going to sleep that night.

*****

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After a few restless hours watching a film he was clearly not interest in and trying to write an essay, Tsukishima dozed off, only to be woken up by his phone vibrating next to his ear.

He groggily reached for it, fixing his glasses he had forgotten to take off before sleeping, squinting at the bright screen.

His eyes widened at the big photo of (Y/N)'s contact photo he took and he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he answered.

"Hey."

“Kei…” (Y/N)'s voice was soft, and it already soothed some of the anxiety that had built up since their last conversation. Suddenly, her face appeared on his screen and he smiled warmly at the sight of her. She was back in the hotel room she was staying at during these past days before she had to go back to the "teacher" residences at the university she was conducting her research. "Were you asleep?"

"Yeah." He yawned. "Sorry, I didn't see your texts."

"It's okay." (Y/N) placed her phone on the bedside table and walked around the room, trying to find a clean blouse to change into. "Give me a minute, I just need to change my shirt."

"That's fine."

(Y/N) took off her black t-shirt, the sight of her back and the blue bra she was wearing sending shivers down Tsukishima's back, as if he was a teenager seeing his girlfriend shirtless for the first time. He coughed a little bit as (Y/N) put on the clean blouse and picked up the phone again. "Sorry."

"It's nothing."

"No, no. I'm sorry for crying earlier. I... I got my period this morning and I was overwhelmed."

"Oh."

"Yeah, couldn't even concentrate during the long meeting. Thank God Fujimoto-san was with me the whole time, he took a lot of notes."

"You don't have to apologize for that," Tsukishima said, running a hand through his messy hair. "I... I wasn't expecting to say it out loud. It just... I've been thinking about it."

There was a pause for a second and (Y/N) smiled. "I couldn't stop thinking about it, you know? My not-so-mushy boyfriend Tsukishima Kei saying those big words... It was completely unexpected."

"Yeah, I know."

"But..." Her voice came through, quieter now. "I feel the same. Well, I guess I've always felt it, especially this last year where we have had so many changes. It feels like we have grown so much this past year."

"Yeah, totally."

"I just didn't expect to hear it when I'm halfway across the world from you. And I totally thought I was going to be the one to say it."

Tsukishima let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He needed that confirmation from her. He needed her to say that she felt the same way so he could let his insecurities go away. So that he couldn't finally go to sleep not feeling alone and worried about her and how this stupid distance was slowly killing him inside.

He smiled, leaning back into the couch, suddelny finding comfort in it. "The timing could have been better."

(Y/N) laughed softly, looking at her boyfriend on the other side of the screen. "Maybe. But our relationship is like that and hearing you say it was what I needed."

Tsukishima focused his eyes on her once again, a silence forming between the couple, a silence filled with understanding, love and care for each other.

"I miss you."

"Counting the days to see you."

In typical (Y/N) fashion, she leaned her head on her hand and sighed. "So... was that your way of proposing, or are you saving the big question for when I get back?"

Tsukishima groaned, shaking his head as she laughed.

"Why do you always have to do that?"

"Do what, exactly?" She teased, voice more playful. "I'm just asking. I need to be prepared."

"You're insufferable, you know that?" he muttered a smile tugging at the corners of his lips now.

"Hey, that totally sounded like a proposal, you know?" she replied, clearly enjoying herself.

Tsukishima rubbed his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he was smiling now. “For the record, I’m not proposing over the phone. I have more class than that.”

“Oh?” She giggled softly. “So you’re saying it’s coming, then? Noted.”

He let out a tired chuckle, the tension completely gone now. "You’re impossible. Before even proposing, we should finish university and move together."

"I wouldn't mind that."

Tsukishima smiled widened. "Moving with me?"

(Y/N) shrugged, blushing slightly.

"It would be..."

"Nice, right?"

"Tsukishima Kei, this isn't a proposal but are you asking me to move in with you?"

“I want you to move in with me when you get back,” he said, the words rushing out before he could second-guess them.

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line, and his heart thudded in his chest. But then the silence was broken by a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

“Wait… are you actually serious?” (Y/N) asked, voice shaky with surprise.

He let out a long breath, raking his fingers through his hair, trying to sound casual even though his heart was racing. “You heard me. I want you to move in with me. This whole long-distance thing... I hate it. And I don’t want to spend another day apart when you come back. So, move in.”

For a moment, there was nothing but quiet breathing on the line, and he felt his stomach twist. But then, through the screen, he saw her face light up, eyes wide with disbelief and joy. And before he knew it, she was on her feet, jumping up and down in the hotel room like she couldn’t contain herself.

“Are you serious?!” she squealed, still bouncing around, a huge grin plastered across her face. “Kei, are you serious right now?!”

Tsukishima leaned back on the couch, watching (Y/N) through FaceTime with a grin that he couldn’t quite hold back. She looked so ridiculously happy, practically glowing, and it made his heart swell in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not joking, am I?”

She was still jumping, excitement overflowing as she let out a little scream of happiness as tears ran through her cheeks, throwing her hands in the air. “Oh my God! Kei! Yes, of course, I’ll move in with you! I am crying because... because you just made me the happiest woman in the world."

He couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from his chest as he watched her practically bouncing off the walls. “You’re going to break something at this rate,” he teased, his voice lighter than it had been in weeks.

“I don’t care!” she shot back, grinning ear to ear as she finally stopped jumping, catching her breath. “I’m so happy right now, I could scream it from the window! Oh my God, we are actually going to live together, what the hell? We need to plan a lot of things."

Tsukishima smirked, shaking his head again, but the warmth in his chest remained. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get too excited. I don’t have that much closet space.”

"Are we going to live in your apartment? Or should we share mine? Well, we have to think about your future work at the museum and Yamaguchi and Yachi. Oh, also the fact that I'll spend another year at uni trying to complete the book. Maybe we should look for one-bedroom apartments around the area, right? Actually, one-bedroom apartment may be small for us, something with at least two bedrooms. Oh! We can use that second bedroom to do a office space for both of us! Yamaguchi is leaving the apartment anyway, right? Well, we'll see." She laughed, rambling already about future plans, her joy so contagious that it made Tsukishima's heart feel lighter than it had in months. “While we look for apartments, you better clear out some drawers for me. I'm not moving from your apartment the second I get back in Japan!”

He couldn’t help but smile, the sound of her laughter filling the empty apartment through his phone. For once, the distance didn’t feel so suffocating.

The idea of her being with him, of her sharing the same space every day, made the months apart seem worth it. It made the wait bearable, knowing that soon, she’d be coming home not just for a visit, but to stay with him forever, he hoped.

“I miss you, Kei,” she whispered, voice almost breaking through the distance between you. “I can’t wait to come home to you”

“I miss you too,” he said, the words easier now. "I always do."

*****

User 1.

YTA. Sorry but saying that while she's away is just going to hurt both of you. I feel like you should have waited until she's back home.

User 2.

I feel like I'm missing some context here. What did she say after you mentioned it? Btw, when are you proposing? that totally sounded like a proposal, do you have any idea? haha

(OP) tsuk113_: I'm getting to answer this after she's finally back home, sorry haha. Well, she started crying. I got really stressed about it because we couldn't talk that much afterwards but she called as soon as she could and we talked about it. Some big changes are happening in our lives at the moment but they are really good and I'm excited about them.

About the proposal... We'll see. Soon? haha

User 2.

Cool! Happy for you, man! YTA-ish at the beginning but not now lol

[afitterbrittany]

my weight loss journey story

Everyone has a “something has to change” moment in their weight loss journey and this picture was part of mine.

It was July of 2019 and I was 23 years old. My thighs were chafing, I was out of breath from walking up a hill to sit down at a concert, and I hated every picture we took this day. I remember it took a couple days for my inner thighs to heal from the chafing and I was miserable.

I was about 258 pounds, I wore a 2X shirt and a 16 in jeans if I ever squeezed myself into them, most of the time it was just stretchy pants.

My mental health was horrible, I let people walk all over me, I stayed friends who people who were not good for me (lol my ex bff is in this picture), I ate takeout for pretty much every meal, I was thousands of dollars in credit card debt from buying stuff just to feel something, I wanted to be loved but I wasn’t ready to let myself be loved or be vulnerable, and I hated how I looked.

Physically I didn’t do anything. I would sleep in, arrive to work right on time, sit at my desk, go home at 5 with takeout, drink some wine, and watch tv. No walks, no gym, no hiking, no physical activity.

I dreaded summertime even though it was secretly my favorite season. I wanted to feel the sunshine on my skin but the second I had any exposed skin (like in this picture), I spent the whole day adjusting my clothes, worrying about how my cellulite and rolls looked, and extra hyper aware of the space I was taking up. I felt so self conscious. I didn’t wear a swimsuit for years.

My hands and feet were always swollen. I wore a size 11 ring and my feet would swell up in shoes so even a women’s 10 didn’t fit all day. My acne was persistent.

I wouldn’t make any changes for many months.

COVID hits the following March and I become hyper aware of my body and my health and how I can’t live like this.

I start going for long walks. I educate myself on what calories are and why protein is important and start to learn to cook. I purchase a stationary bike. I’m still too shy to go to the gym.

By the end of 2020, I have lost about 30 pounds and weigh 224. I meet Clay in February of 2021 and I weigh 207.2 pounds. I keep working on myself, flirting with him at work, and focusing on learning to love myself before I let someone in. I’m going to the gym every morning and lots of long walks.

By the end of 2021, I weigh 174 pounds. My then lowest weight. I maintain this for a few months and keep eating clean and exercising but I begin to eat takeout with Clay at work, often drinking more than I should.

In July of 2022 I weigh in at 176 but I begin taking Lexapro for my anxiety. It starts off by helping, then my appetite increases like crazy.

Clay makes a move in September 2022 and I’m like “oh I should probably be on birth control” and we start going on lots of food centered dates.

By our first anniversary thanks to my medications and a huge increase in eating out, I weigh 222.6 pounds.

We’re going to the gym every morning together at this point but our eating isn’t healthy. After talking with my therapist, I go off of Lexapro.

I maintain for about 7 months at 205.

November 2024, something clicks and we start meal prepping more together. We go for a long walk every Sunday. We only go out to eat once per week. We do more active dates.

Today in March of 2025, I weigh 172.6. I wear a size 6.5 ring, my feet are a 9, I wear a 6 in jeans and my top is a S or M. I love summer and wear what I want. My thighs don’t chafe. I love myself and I’m loved by the sweetest man alive and I plan on spending the rest of my life with him. I have no credit card debt and I know that buying things won’t fill the void inside you from not being happy with your life. I’m really active and I feel my best when my body is moving. I don’t drink that often and when I do it’s not very much. I’ve gotten rid of friends who treated me like dirt and only allow a handful of people access to my time and energy. My mental health has vastly improved.

Losing weight changed my life. I learned to love myself and in that process, let myself be loved. I’m happier and healthier and excited for the future.

[merakiui]

i’m not sure if you’re into hentai / 18+ doujinshis, but Maid Education: Fallen Aristocrat Rurikawa Tsubaki is really good! i’ve been thinking about something similar with Azul because Lord Peumann just gives me those vibes, and Azul with a maid! reader is so so hot (￣∀￣)… if you ever decide to check it out (assuming you’re unaware of what it is already), i’d love to hear whatever your brilliant mind cooks up! ( *｀ω´)

👁️ 👁️ I read it at your recommendation and omg,,,,, Azul in that position!!!!!! The master of the house with an ex-aristocrat darling, whose house he destroyed, and has now purchased you as a maid!!!!!!! AAAAAAAA \(//∇//)\ being so proud of your aristocratic status, but now it’s been reduced to naught and you’re just a maid forced to follow the orders of the very man who brought ruin to your house……. omg it’s delicious!!! And the maid training. >:) training your body to respond to him and him only. Soon your pussy will be far more accommodating to his cock after he’s fucked you raw a few times.

You can hate Lord Ashengrotto all you want, but your body’s starting to fall for him. :) hehe Azul reminding you of your new place whenever you think to be just a little disobedient,, an absolute brat who needs to be fucked and fingered into submission. Don’t forget you’re nothing more than a maid now. You serve him. Perhaps you’re just not used to it after having been spoiled your whole life, but now you must learn your place and listen to him. It would be a shame to punish you over something you can easily understand, wouldn’t it? he’ll say all with a slimy smile. >:(

AAA HE IS SO SLEAZY!!!! Wouldn’t it be so humiliating if you once looked down on him and bullied him, but now that you’re no longer a part of the aristocracy and you belong to him the roles have reversed!!!! Azul who decides to get back at you for all those times you treated him like he was a fool, making you get on your knees or spread your legs at his command. Gross, perverted master who can have you anywhere in his home, in any way, and you have no choice but to obey. And eventually, after so much “training,” you’ll succumb to his touch so quickly, getting wet even when he’s just barely touched you.

Greedy, bully tako who only wishes to make your life miserable and humiliate you by teaching your body to submit to him,,, only to somehow fall in love over the course of so much lust. 🫣 fucking you without feelings one day and the next he’s slapped in the face by all of the feelings when he sees how perfectly the two of you fit together, how sweet you are when you call out in that soft, breathy voice of yours, the way your brow creases when you scowl at him… every little detail is just so wonderful.

Azul who only knows how to bully you and is kind of a loser when he’s trying to be genuinely, truthfully charming. T_T too smarmy for his own good. You can’t trust him when he invites you to a picnic amongst the flowers in the gazebo. He just wants to fuck you with a pretty view, right? Isn’t that his angle? And yet you’re presented with a table full of sweets and tea and he’s insistent that you indulge. Most of it’s his own preferences. Admittedly, he only knows your weaknesses from his own research, but he’s confident he’ll soon learn your favorites with enough time spent together outside of your maid training. <3

And once he’s determined to make you his in ways outside of servitude, you’ll graduate from maid training to wife training!!!!! OTL

[luveline]

Hi, I’ve never sent a request before so forgive me if this sounds weird I’m still learning how to use Tumblr lol but what if Eddie and reader go to Roan’s school for parent-teacher conference and her teacher shows them something Roan wrote or made expressing how much she loves her new mom and her new little family🩷 and reader cries from how happy and loved Roan and Eddie make her feel🥹

ty for ur request, it doesn't sound weird at all! eddie and roan —you and eddie attend roan's PT conference, stepmother!reader, 1.2k

You hide from the biting winter wind in Eddie's side. “Is it supposed to be this cold?” you ask. 

“You sound surprised. It's December,” he says, though he puts his arm over your shoulders to cover as much of you as he can. “I told you to wear a coat.” 

“The coat ruins my outfit,” you say. 

“You being cold ruins the outfit.” He nods towards the step up into the school building. “You could say the outfit ruins what's underneath–” 

“What's wrong with you?”  

“An appreciation for my wife?” 

“Stop saying that, you're confusing people. Steve asked me last night if we got married in private–” 

“You're always talking to Steve,” Eddie complains, “he doesn't even call me anymore, he just wants to talk to you.” 

He'd called to ask if he was still babysitting, actually, but Eddie wouldn't know that because he and Roan had been playing monsters at the time, speaking to each other in gruff tones while they made sandwiches for dinner. 

“You have a problem.” 

Eddie can't decide whether to bicker or dote, squeezing you tightly, a promise about new problems lost to the growing ruckus of the elementary school after hours. Some parents have brought their children, but the majority stand chatting in lines to see the teachers. You and Eddie have come through the main entrance of the building rather than the side door where Roan enters, and the walk to Mrs. Lundy's room is longer than usual, though far from unpleasant. Light shines through the windows where a rainbow of creatures have been painted, leaving glowing shapes of apricot, cerulean, and lilac on your skin as you pass. 

“You're like a Christmas tree,” Eddie says. 

“I just need some tinsel.” You point at the decorations hanging from Mrs. Lundy's doorway. “Like that.” 

“You want some tinsel? I'll get you some tinsel, baby, just give me a minute. And maybe distract her.” 

You refuse to help him steal from Mrs. Lundy, and spend your time in line waiting with his hands held firmly in yours to prohibit any theft. Eddie moans about being jailed but is otherwise content. He quite likes it, actually, rearranging your fingers to stroke your knuckles. 

Mrs. Lundy is smiling, happy to see you and brag about your girl. She starts with Roan's general education, her behaviour, her grades, though this young she doesn't have grades so much as milestones. Roan is smart but no wizz kid (not that you care), she's kind (but not always good at sharing), she's loud, and rambunctious, a great artist, and she's very, very happy. 

“She talks about your wedding all the time. Every day. She tells us she's going to be the flower girl, and the best man, and that she has a beautiful dress.” Mrs. Lundy beams. “She's walking on sunshine.” The teacher's smile turns soft, almost wistful. “Well, she's Roan. You know what she's like better than I do.” 

Your cheeks ache with pride. 

“She's a good kid,” Eddie says. 

“Yes!” Mrs. Lundy reaches across the desk for a turquoise-coloured folder. “There was actually something I wanted to share with you both… You know we have creative writing assignments, and obviously we help them with making real sentences, but what she has to say is very much of her own volition.” 

Mrs. Lundy pulls a sheet of paper from the folder and puts it down in front of your hands. “The prompt was what makes you happy,” she says. 

The first sentence is simple. 

My mommy. 

A drawing of you decorates the page above the lines, so clearly you, your smile wide and pink. 

My mommy is kind and I love her. Dad sayd the wedding is speshul becase he loves her, but she will be my mom. She makes me so happy. Mommy says she loves me all of the time, and she brushus my hair. My best part of the day is when Y/N comes home and hugs me. We are so happy, and Lucky gets dinner. I love my dad too, and Uncle Wayn. 

Her spelling errors have been corrected in green pen, and her backwards letters are written forwards for her to copy. You read the entire paragraph in a blur, thinking about how long it must've taken her to get it all down, nearly an entire page in her bubbly handwriting, big letters running off of the page. 

“Needless to say,” Mrs. Lundy says, “that most children write about their families, or their pets, or their toys. But Roan was extremely focused on the word love. She's clearly going home to a loving home every night.” Mrs. Lundy smiles at Eddie. You nearly miss it, reading the paragraph again, and then a third time. 

“Can I take this?” you ask, clearing your throat, tears brewed and bobbing on your waterline, desperate to be shed. “Is that okay?” 

Eddie laughs and elbows you in the arm. “Come on, it's hardly news.” 

You wipe your eyes before you can cry in front of them both. “I'm sorry, just– can I?” 

Mrs. Lundy beams again, emphasising the well-worn smile lines at the corners of her lips and creasing beside her eyes. 

You hold it together well for a little while. Eddie talks over your wobbly silence, a hand on your shoulder, assuring Mrs. Lundy that you're all, in fact, very happy, and he's just glad that Roan is being a good student and friend to her classmates. Mrs. Lundy's kindness and Roan's love letter to you has knocked you entirely off kilter, and you're crying before you've reached the car. They're happy tears. 

“Come on,” Eddie says, taking the paper you've folded carefully from your fingers as they clench. “She's said nicer to you in person.” 

And sure she has. Roan loves hitting you with the saccharine when you're not expecting it. Drying her hair after bath time, totally distracted, she'll kiss your cheek and say, “You're so pretty.” She sprinkles I love you's wherever they'll fit like her dad does, and she shows it with little gifts and cuddles and invitations. Y/N, do you want to have a fashion show with me? Y/N, can we have ice cream in bed? Can I do your hair, please, mommy? 

“It's different. It's different,” you insist, scrambling to find the words. “She's…” You rub your eyes. Your makeup is smudging, but you can't help it. “I don't even know what to say.” 

Eddie shrugs. Lean shoulders, a loving arm behind your back, the car in sight but getting no closer, he comforts you in the middle of the parking lot while the passing headlights kiss your shoes. “You know how much she loves you, babe. This is a good thing, right? You're not upset?” 

“Not upset,” you clarify. 

“Okay, good. Is this a bad time for me to say that I am profoundly jealous right now? I used to get all the drawings and cards, I used to get Mother's day gifts. I have a mother's day card up in the attic… might have to get it out,” —he kisses your cheek— “just to cope.” 

You laugh through a sniffle. “Let's go get it,” you say. 

He presses Roan's assignment back into your hand. “You can keep that one, but don't get it out around me. I'm serious.” 

[coochellati]

Would Bruno be calm, cool and collected or extremely neurotic and high strung if their partner is pregnant?? Asking for scientific purposes.

Hii!!!!!! I’d be happy to help with your “scientific research!”

Short answer: Bruno would be pretty high-strung, despite doing his best to remain cool and collected.

While rare, there are moments in Vento Aureo that show Bruno can freak out—take this panel, for example:

Here, you can see his real feelings seeping out of him. While he may not have entirely lost his composure in this high-pressure situation, it's still clear he's stressed. It makes sense, after all, because he is on a time crunch—the train is leaving within the next minute, and he still hasn’t figured out what to do with the key. Additionally, if he doesn’t get this right, the safety of Trish and his team could be in jeopardy.

While reflecting upon this topic, I’ve noticed something about Bruno's ability to remain calm--it mostly comes into play when he’s facing off against an enemy. Moments that emotionally influence him in major ways, such as when he finds out about what Diavolo plans to do to his daughter or when he learns about the drugs Passione is peddling, are moments when he cracks. The thought of an incoming baby would impact him in the same way.

While pregnant, his partner will notice that Bruno is more jumpy than usual. Bruno will also be there for his partner at the drop of a dime (unless he’s preoccupied with something big—like a life-threatening situation at work), trying to make them as comfortable as possible. 2 am cravings? He's on it!

At work, Bruno’s coworkers will notice that he’s more touchy, especially the members of Team Bucciarati. (After all, they know Bruno best.) Sure, there are times when Bruno will act like his normal self, but the more stressful aspects of his job will cause him to lash out more like he was prone to doing in the latter half of Vento Aureo. Those around him will understand—Bruno is just anxious about the baby.

Many thoughts about his childhood will circle his head during this time, leading him to worry over his ability to be a good parent. He wants to raise his children in a home with a healthy family dynamic and give them the opportunities he never had, such as providing a good education. During his partner's pregnancy, he often thinks of his past and how he wants to give the same love to his children that his dad gave him. He also worries if this is something he’ll be able to give his children, given his line of work. As tough as it would be for him, he might even consider leaving Passione to focus on being there for his children.

Another reason Bruno feels insecure about being a suitable parent is that his upbringing was far from normal--before his partner's pregnancy, he hadn't given too much thought to his childhood, so when he finally sits back and reflects upon his past, it'll crush him when he realizes how fucked up it was. The way Bruno had to defend and take care of his father during his childhood was something that never should have happened to him, and as the baby's due date approaches, he realizes that he doesn’t want his kid to worry about him the way he worried for his late father. He'll do anything to keep his kids from experiencing a rough upbringing like his own.

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[maxdibert]

from what we know about what Snape was like as a student, I can totally see him being as annoying and know-it-all as Hermione was, and so to me his treatment of her is also some form of Recognition of the Self through the Other (derogatory). Imagine how torturous to realize you were a really annoying 11-year-old

also, she set his robes on fire that one time. I'd hold a grudge.

I don’t think he was like Hermione in the sense that Hermione is a very proactive and also extroverted person. She has no qualms about giving her opinion and speaking up whether she’s been asked to or not, whereas Severus is very introverted. I can’t imagine him interrupting his teachers when he was a child, especially in his early years. Let’s not forget that when he decided to improve and correct some potions in his book, he didn’t do it in an outward, extroverted way — he did it quietly, in his own book, without telling anyone.

I mean, I have no doubt that in private or with people he trusted, he was probably an insufferable know-it-all, but I don’t see him as someone who would externalize that outside of a circle where he felt safe. I think that, as an adult who has to deal with a bunch of kids and run a class and make sure they learn, he was thoroughly fed up with Hermione constantly monopolizing the lessons without being asked. Because that’s not good, it’s not okay.

I understand that younger readers or even kids reading the novels might not see it as a big deal, but from the perspective of a teacher or educator, having someone who never lets others answer, who always interrupts and disrupts the lessons, is not just a nuisance because it wrecks your classes, it’s also because it prevents the others from making progress. For the rest of the students who are there to learn, it’s very easy to rely on someone who always answers everything — they don’t have to worry about preparing the lesson or paying attention, because the class know-it-all will always be there to bail them out if they get asked something they don’t know.

And that’s really bad, because group participation should be encouraged. Students need to learn not only to stay on top of the syllabus, but also to get over their fear of speaking up and sharing their opinions. And if you’ve got someone like her who doesn’t allow any of that to happen, then she’s actually getting in the way of your work as an educator. So I’m sorry — I know Hermione’s blind fans love how smart she is, but the truth is that if I had someone like her under my supervision as a trainee, or if I were a teacher and had to deal with a student like her, I wouldn’t be able to stand her. She would drive me crazy — in fact, people like her already got on my nerves back when I was a student. So I don’t think there’s much mystery as to why Severus can’t stand her: it’s a mix of what I’ve said, plus the fact that she’s Harry’s friend and more than once has attacked him directly or been complicit in acts that were openly against him.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey sex witch!

I’m in my first relationship and neither my bf or I have had partnered sex. We both come from evangelical purity culture backgrounds. I’ve done years of work on educating myself and reconnecting with my sexuality. We’re both on the same page that we’d like to have sex. But I recently realized (after months of dating) the extent to which he is not in the same place as me.

He hasn’t done much at all to discard his sheltered upbringing. He admitted he knew very little about sexual anatomy or how arousal works. He has a hard line that we don’t do anything sexual that involves genitals until he isn’t freaked out by the idea. Obviously I’ve respected that boundary and I sympathize with it, but the idea is that we’ll get to that eventually.

I’ve asked him to do the self-work required to get us both to where we want to be sexually, but he gets weirdly defensive about not knowing stuff and really isn’t making any progress on educating himself or getting more comfortable with his sexuality. I recently told him that I don’t feel very secure in his seeming lack of curiosity and initiative in this area and he took it pretty personally.

Is it reasonable that this has shaken my faith in the relationship? Should I keep waiting for him to get it together? Do you have any good resources that cover basic sex ed for adults, or talk about dealing with sexual shame and self-image?

Thanks for all you do on this blog (Batfam takes included)!

hi anon,

I remember reading this right before I took my little inbox hiatus and really looking forward to answering it, so thank you for your patience.

based on the information I have access to, it seems seems like there's a definite need for a check-in here. if the current understanding in your relationship is that there are certain places where you're paused barring certain criteria being met - you would both like to have sex, but he needs to get to a place where he's able to engage with that comfortably - and he's not doing anything to meet those criteria, then that warrants a conversation about where exactly he feels like he's stalling out.

seeking out new information can be daunting, especially if it's information that someone feels like they're "supposed" to already know. it can be embarrassing and shameful, and having that lack of information pointed out can compound that embarrassment.

it might be fun for you and your partner to start seeking out information together. you could watch Lindsey Doe's Sexplanations videos to start nailing the basics of anatomy and arousal, or check out a lighthearted and bingable series like Sex, Explained, How to Build a Sex Room, or the Principles of Pleasure to get sex into the conversation in a way that's low-pressure and fun. maybe you could even start a book club - maybe something like Ruby Rare's book, Sex Ed for Adults?

of course, if all of this leads to a whole lot of nothing and your boyfriend remains uninterested in learning alongside you, it may be time for a serious conversation about the future of your relationship. it's all fine and good if he's a reluctant learner and isn't ready to have sex quite yet, but you also have the right to move on when things are moving at a pace that's gotten to be too slow for you and is no longer meeting your wants and needs.

[gx-gameon]

I’ve been sick all week and I decided today to rewatch some of Season 3 of Gx. I’m not well enough to do an episode by episode break down but here are some thoughts.

God I love the dub it’s so dumb.

But it’s so fun to see how the transfer students interact. Like Jesse saying that none of the duels back home were life or death (implied by saying none of the duels back home are like this when Jaden is dueling Axel)

Also I feel bad for Syrus. He goes to Jaden to tell him that he’s nervous about the survival duels and Jaden blows him off. And from his perspective I get why he’s upset with Jaden. But that’s also not what happened. He goes to Jaden tells him”this is t right viper is evil YOU should do something about this!” And doesn’t that sum up their relationship. Jaden’s not worried at this point because no one’s passed out yet and everything’s normal. The survival duels just means more dueling for him. He’s excited about dueling people and the new transfers.

He’s not worried about getting expelled because he always duels well. Viper doesn’t say lose twice and get expelled. He said preform poorly twice and get expelled. That’s very different. I could be seen as a lost but I see it as getting completely whipped. Like if you loses but duels well I don’t think you would get expelled.

Syrus is just scared to duel as always and hiding behind Jaden as always. If he was just confident in his own skills and stood on his own he’d be fine. Literally. He challenged Axel to a duel (even though he was scared) and when Axel blew him off, he immediately claimed connections to Zane and Jaden. Why not brag about your own feats? Why not stand on your own feet? Even alone you lean on Jaden and Zane. I’m begging you to stand on your own.

Also Jim and Hassleberry’s duel is so fun. Also later when Hassleberry is worried about going dino again and Jim is like “don’t worry your in good hands” my heart

Jesse also telling the adults what is happening and when they look at him like “what do you want us to do?” And he hits them back with “I don’t know your the adults do some adulting!” Jesse you put to much faith in these adults. Whats it like to go to a school where the adults actually do their jobs?

God I hate Stien. He blames Jaden for ruining the school because he doesn’t care about class but is a good duelist. He says that other students follow Jaden’s footsteps and it’s his fault for leading them astray. I don’t know Mr. Teacher maybe kids aren’t coming to class because they all just passed out because of viper. Maybe kids wouldn’t fall asleep if you weren’t monitoring your way through lecture.

(Au Jaden has to be extra board in his class because he knows Atem personally. He knows the history of ancient duels. He doesn’t need to go to a class where have the things the professor said is false)

Why are you blaming this kid? You’re saying it’s his fault all the other kids are slaking off. It’s his fault because he’s a leader and all the kids look up to him and he’s not taking it seriously. That’s not his fault or his problem. You are putting so much weight on this 16-17 year old. Also you challenged this kid to a duel knowing what the bio bands do to kids.

Also weird that you’re obsessed with Alexis.

Like I get wanting kids to go to class and pay attention and he’s right that the other students don’t have Jaden’s ‘natural talents’ but also it your job as an educator to connect with your kids and help them care about learning. Kids don’t learn from people they don’t like or from people they know don’t care about them. Like if every student is skipping your class I think you look at the teacher not blame it on one kid.

Also this man saw Alexis call him dual one time and was just like “it’s okay if she dies”

(Au “somebody’s getting fired”)

Jaden knowing he could win but not going for it until Alexis is safe. And people say he doesn’t care.

Also why does Jim have chemistry with everyone?

Also also. When we first hear Yubel they speak like a child. “You came to play with me!” “Tag your it” “we’re going to have so much fun together” do you think this is because the last time they were with Jaden he was a child? They are used to playing with a child and talking to a child. As they watch Jaden more though they can see how much he’s grown and start talking more maturely? Or am I reading too much into this?

[jasclearwaters]

Learn to Fly

Part Three

The moment we step off the plane in Australia, the air hits me like a blanket—thick and warm, but in a way that makes you feel like you're stepping straight into a sauna. It’s been a long flight from Vegas, and the jetlag is trying to get its claws into me, but I ignore it. The idea of being here, away from all the mess back home, makes my mind shift into another gear.

I’m not sure what I thought Australia would be like, but this definitely isn’t it. The humidity feels foreign, like everything around me is alive, buzzing with a heat that can’t be tamed. The skies are that perfect blue you see in photos and never believe is real until you’re standing under it. Robert, for all his world-saving charm, seems perfectly at ease in it, strolling beside me like it’s no big deal.

“Not exactly what you imagined, huh?” he says, reading my face.

I shrug. “I didn’t exactly know what to expect. I don’t think I’ve left the U.S. long enough to have a real idea.”

Robert gives a little chuckle, clearly thinking it’s cute that I’m a travel rookie. “Fair enough. You’ll get used to it. But first, coffee?”

“Absolutely. I’m about ready to pass out, so yeah, coffee is non-negotiable.”

---

The café Robert takes me to is small, tucked between an outdoor gear shop and a bookstore, the kind of place you’d never find unless you knew where to look. Inside, the smell of coffee hits me like a warm hug, and I suddenly realize how much I need this. The flight, the heat, the weight of everything I’ve been carrying—it all presses down, but caffeine might just hold it off for a little while.

Robert orders without asking me what I want, which should be annoying, but I don’t have the energy to argue. When the barista hands me a flat white, I give him a look.

“I figured you’d like it,” he says with a shrug.

I take a sip and, okay, he’s right. It’s smooth, strong, and exactly what I need. “Lucky guess.”

“Educated guess,” he corrects, that grin of his making it impossible to be mad.

We sit near the window, and Robert’s already scrolling through messages, responding to people about the dugong project, updates from the conservation team. I watch him for a second, fascinated by how effortlessly he moves through all of this. Saving animals, coordinating campaigns, rallying people behind a cause—it’s like second nature to him.

I’m not used to people being this sure of what they want.

“So,” I say, breaking the silence. ���What’s the plan? Am I just going to stand next to a dugong and smile for the camera, or is there an actual itinerary here?”

Robert laughs, setting his phone down. “Oh, there’s an itinerary. We’re heading up the coast tomorrow—there’s a research site where they’re tracking a small population. You’ll get to see the team in action.”

“And I’m supposed to…what? Be the face of the cause?”

He tilts his head, considering me. “Not exactly. More like…helping people see why it matters. You’ve got a voice, Kendra. People listen to you.”

I let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, because they love a good train wreck.”

Robert’s expression shifts, more serious now. “Or because they see something real in you.”

I look away, suddenly finding the condensation on my coffee cup very interesting. I don’t know how to respond to that.

Back home, everything’s a mess. My so-called friends—Josh, Gabbie—had no problem using me as a punchline when things went south. The accident, the hospital stay, the media frenzy that followed… It was all just more fuel for the fire.

Maybe Robert’s right. Maybe people are listening. But I don’t know if I want them to.

He must sense my hesitation because he leans back, drumming his fingers on the table. “Look, you don’t have to be an activist or whatever. Just be here. See what’s happening. If it means something to you, great. If not…at least you got a free trip to Australia.”

I smirk. “You really know how to sell a cause.”

“It’s a gift,” he says, grinning again.

The easy banter helps, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m out of my depth. I came here to get away, to escape the chaos back home, but maybe I just walked straight into another storm.

Only this time, I’m not sure if I want to run.

---

The drive to the Irwin house is longer than I expect, winding through roads lined with towering trees and open stretches of land that feel untouched. The air smells different here—clean, fresh, like the earth itself is alive. Robert seems perfectly at home, one hand on the wheel, the other gesturing as he talks about the wildlife we pass. I try to listen, but my brain is still catching up to the fact that I’m actually here.

When we pull up, I take in the house—bigger than I imagined but still cozy, with wide windows and a wraparound porch that looks like the perfect spot to drink coffee and watch the sunrise. It’s the kind of place that feels lived in, filled with stories.

“Alright, home sweet home,” Robert says, shutting off the engine.

He grabs my suitcase before I can protest, leading me inside. The air-conditioning is a welcome relief from the heat, and the inside of the house is exactly what I’d expect from the Irwins—warm colors, wildlife photos on the walls, a mix of rustic and homey.

“My mom’s still in the U.S. for a bit,” Robert says as we walk down the hall. “She’s visiting family in Oregon, but she’ll be back soon. Bindi and Chandler have their own place now with Grace, so you’ll be staying in Bindi’s old room.”

He stops at a door and pushes it open. The room is simple but inviting—a big bed with a quilted cover, a bookshelf filled with everything from animal encyclopedias to well-loved paperbacks, and a window overlooking the property.

“It’s right across from mine,” Robert says, nodding toward the door across the hall.

I glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Should I be concerned?”

He smirks. “Only if you’re a sleepwalker.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips.

I set my bag down, letting out a breath. It’s weird, being in someone else’s space, but it doesn’t feel unwelcome. If anything, it’s almost…comforting.

Robert claps his hands together. “Alright, ready for the grand tour?”

---

Australia Zoo is massive. I knew that before coming here, but walking through it is something else entirely. It’s not just a zoo—it’s a living, breathing tribute to conservation. Every inch of it feels intentional, built with love and a deep respect for the animals that call it home.

Robert walks a few steps ahead, his energy boundless as he points things out—where the crocs are, the rehab areas, the enclosures that mimic natural habitats as closely as possible.

“You guys don’t do anything halfway, huh?” I say, looking up at the aviary as birds flit through the trees.

“Nah,” Robert says, grinning. “Go big or go home.”

We stop at the kangaroo enclosure, and before I know it, Robert’s handing me a bit of food.

“Go on,” he says. “They’re friendly.”

I hesitate for a second, then hold out my hand. A kangaroo hops over, sniffing before taking the food gently from my palm. I laugh, unable to help it.

Robert watches me, his smile softer now. “First time feeding a roo?”

“Yeah,” I admit. “This is kinda surreal.”

He nudges my shoulder lightly. “You’re a natural.”

I shake my head, still grinning. “You say that like it’s a skill.”

“It is,” he says. “Animals can tell when someone’s got a good heart.”

There’s something about the way he says it, so easy and matter-of-fact, that makes my stomach flip.

For a second, we just stand there, the late afternoon sun casting everything in a golden glow. The moment stretches, the noise of the zoo fading into the background.

Then Robert clears his throat, breaking the spell. “Come on, there’s still more to see.”

---

By the time we get back to the house, I’m exhausted. The jetlag, the heat, the whirlwind of everything—it’s all hitting me at once.

Robert walks me to my door, leaning against the frame. “Big day tomorrow,” he says. “Dugong research site, early start. Hope you’re a morning person.”

“I’m not,” I admit. “But I’ll survive.”

He chuckles. “I’ll make sure there’s coffee.”

There’s a beat of silence, something unspoken lingering between us. Then Robert smiles, softer this time. “Night, Kendra.”

“Night, Robert.”

I close the door behind me, exhaling as I lean against it. My heart’s still racing, and I don’t know if it’s from the day or from him.

Probably both.

---

I wake up to the sound of birds outside my window—loud, wild calls that are nothing like the morning doves back home. For a second, I forget where I am, tangled in sheets that aren’t mine, the air warmer than I’m used to. And then it hits me. Australia. Robert. The zoo.

The smell of coffee drifts into the room, and I practically drag myself out of bed, running a hand through my messy hair before padding down the hall. The kitchen is bright with early morning sun, and Robert is already there, leaning against the counter with a mug in hand.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he says, way too cheerful for how early it is.

I groan, flopping into a chair. "Remind me why we’re up before the sun?"

He slides a cup of coffee toward me, smirking. "Because today, we get to see dugongs up close."

Right. The whole reason I’m here. Conservation, awareness, something bigger than myself. I take a sip of coffee, letting it burn away the last bit of sleep, and nod. "Alright, let’s do this."

---

The drive out to the research site is long but peaceful, the landscape shifting between stretches of open road and glimpses of the ocean. By the time we arrive, the sun is just starting to rise, casting everything in soft orange and pink. A team of marine biologists is already prepping boats, and Robert hops out of the truck like he’s been doing this his whole life. Because, well, he has.

He knows everyone, greeting them like family, and I can’t help but watch the way he lights up in this space. It’s like seeing him in his element flips a switch—he’s not just Robert, the guy who makes me laugh and teases me for being a travel rookie. He’s Robert Irwin, conservationist, and for the first time, I really get what that means.

We load into the boat, the engine humming as we push off into the bay. The water is calm, stretching endlessly around us, and I breathe in the salt air, letting it settle something in me.

Then Robert whispers, "There."

I follow his gaze just in time to see a dark shape moving beneath the surface. My breath catches as a dugong rises, breaking the water in a slow, graceful motion. Its snout pokes above the waves, taking a deep breath before sinking back down.

"Wow," I breathe.

Robert grins. "Beautiful, right?"

I nod, unable to look away. "Yeah… I get why you love this."

For a few minutes, we just watch, the boat rocking gently beneath us. The dugong moves lazily through the water, undisturbed by our presence. It’s so different from the chaos of home, from everything I left behind. Out here, things feel simpler.

We spend the morning collecting data—tracking the dugongs’ movements, monitoring the seagrass they rely on. Robert explains everything with this quiet excitement, and I find myself hanging on his every word, more caught up in his passion than the facts themselves.

At one point, as we both lean over the side of the boat, watching the dugongs graze below, our arms brush. It’s nothing, just a small touch, but I feel it like a spark.

I glance at Robert. For a second, it feels like maybe he felt it too. But then he clears his throat, flashing me that easy grin of his.

"Alright, next stop—seagrass monitoring. Hope you’re ready to get wet."

I roll my eyes but can’t help smiling. "You’re impossible."

He just laughs, and we keep going, but that moment lingers.

Maybe it was nothing.

Or maybe it was something.

Either way, I can’t stop thinking about it.

A/N: Thoughts?

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[flippinpancakes64]

I’D LOVEEEE if you could do a cullens x indian s/o ? there’s NOTHING with Indian x Twilight so i’d super appreciate it ! you don’t have to be super educated about the indian culture just mentioning the outfits and food are enough ! TYSM ! also its fine if u can’t do it . I loveee ur work and I ADORE the fact that you don’t like angst like LETS BE HAPPY LOL !

The Cullens with an Indian! SO

I’ve mentioned it before but I am a white woman and I do not know like anything so sorry if this is completely wrong 🙏

And I’m so glad that someone else loves fluff!!! Like just let me be happy if I wanted to be sad I’d go talk to my dad or smthn fr

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

This man has over 10 degrees

He loves to learn

So he is more than willing and happy to sit down and learn about your culture

He asks so many questions

The last thing he wants is to assume something to be true and then embarrass himself when it’s not

So yes he will ask about literally every single little thing

Does his best to respect your culture as well

He wants to learn about all of your folk tales

He wants to listen to all of the music

Hell, he’ll even fly you out to India if you want to go

And he doesn’t take shit from anyone

If anyone says anything that could be even remotely perceived as racist, he is sending them the hardest glare ever

Also there’s a pretty good chance that he can speak Hindi so at least he’ll impress your family

Alice:

She LOVES your culture

She appreciates fashion of all kinds

But I feel like she would love the intricate designs and patterns of sarees and henna especially

Invite her to a wedding please please please

She doesn’t care whose it is

She just wants to go and admire all of the outfits

She is also very open to learning anything you want to teach her

You have a recipe that has been passed down in your family for generations? She’s ready to learn it

Also your parents definitely love her

How could they not tbh

If you wear henna a lot, look no further than your personal artist

She just has so much love and respect for your culture

And you of course

Jasper:

He’s pretty inexperienced

If you asked him what language is commonly spoken in India he would say Indian

But once he meets you and starts to get more comfortable around you, he does his own research

He doesn’t want to burden you with making you explain everything to him

He’s so worried about screwing something up that he just… doesn’t do anything

Like if he reads something about there being a specific holiday, he doesn’t do anything for it

He just gets in his head about what if you don’t celebrate that, what if he does the wrong thing, what if it’s not a holiday at all

You’re gonna need to help him out a little

Or else he’s just gonna stay stewing in his own self doubt for forever

But he’s got the spirit

Rosalie:

She knows next to nothing about basically every culture that’s not American

Not because she doesn’t want to learn

But because it’s just never been a relevant thing for her

Like no she has no idea about the cultural practices in India because she’s never had to go there or been close to anyone from there

But now you’re here, she loves you, and she wants to learn

She finds that she absolutely loves the clothing styles

Especially at weddings

I mean, she already loves extravagant weddings

So this is right up her alley

She’s a little sad to find out the fact that henna doesn’t do anything to her skin

So she just makes do by doing it on yours ❤️

Emmett:

Ok this is going to sound bad but stick with me

He doesn’t particularly care about your culture

Not in a mean way of like “you want me to celebrate what with you? No not doing it”

But in a way of it’s not what’s most important to him

You as a person is more important to him than your cultural background

That doesn’t mean he isn’t willing to learn

It just means he’s more likely to remember your birthday than a holiday

But again, he is more than willing to learn anything you want to teach him

He will sit down and listen to anything you want to say

And he will remember it perfectly

But he doesn’t go out of his way to seek out the knowledge

But he is the best when it comes to people being racist

He can throw a punch with the force of a semi truck and he’s not afraid to do it

Esme:

We know that she does her homework when it comes to meeting new people

She made Italian food for Bella because she was 90% sure she was Italian

I feel like she carries that same energy

She does her best to cook food or put on movies that she thinks you’ll like

But overall food is definitely her favorite

She loves to cook, it’s one of her favorite hobbies

But she doesn’t have anyone to cook for

So you best believe she is always making something for you to eat

And she does her best to learn traditional dishes and how to make them

Carlisle:

He has traveled all over the world and experienced many cultures

He knows all about the history and culture of your country

So you don’t really need to explain anything to him

He’s just respectful like that

King

He will go with you to all of your parties or family get-togethers

He will help you make any dish at all

And he will fly you anywhere in the world or sightsee any country you want

But your culture isn’t the thing he notices most about you

He just loves you

Vampire! Bella:

She’s super curious

She has been three (3) places in her whole life

Forks, Arizona, and Italy for all of a day

So she knows actually nothing about your culture

Sure she knows what she learned in school, but honestly that’s not a lot

She wants to know everything that you’re willing to tell her

What holidays you celebrate, your favorite foods, the history of your family

And she will definitely try her best for you

You might have to be the one to drape her saree