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starrayblogs · 11 months

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chai? i love chai!

a/n: i love pavitr, he's so silly and i wanna be best friends with him ..... so here i am- writing a short story because my brain is literally being occupied by him, and i'd like to share it with you. enjoy!

another a/n: i haven't actually watched the movie yet! it hasn't released where i am D:, but i have been so hyped for the movie i just can't wait to watch it! sooo, sorry if there are any plot mistakes!

pavitr prabhakar + gn!reader

you're a spiderperson! hoorah! feel free to imagine yourself as your spidersona ü

"i love chai tea!"

"what did you just say? chai means tea, bro! you're saying tea tea, would i ask you for a coffee coffee with room for cream cream?"

"no. no, i'm sorry."

giggles bubble up from your throat as you fail to keep yourself from bursting into full-blown laughter at miles. "this is not funny." miles points a finger at you, who is currently bent at the knees with arms wrapped around the torso while laughing.

after a few more seconds, you rise up straight and fan your face as you try to stop from laughing. "aw, man, that shouldn't have made me laugh so hard." you say in between breaths of composure.

"chai tea isn't funny!" pavitr exclaims, crossing his arms.

"oh no, of course it isn't. miles's reaction was." you snicker a bit as you glance to miles, who gave you a glare. "but, on the topic of chai, i love karak chai." the lenses on your mask curve at the bottom to show some sort of smile, with your masked eyes.

"what did you just say?" pavitr's lenses widen as his arms unfold. "did you just say karak chai? you know your chai!?" he gasps, coming up to you with a hand over where his mouth would be.

"yeah! i love chai!" your eyes grin as your shoulders rise a little.

"gwen, i can't believe you've brought such a nice, new guy!" he turns to give gwen a surprised look before he turns back to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "tell me, new guy," you cut him off to say your name, which he says and resumes. "how did you come across karak chai? are you indian too?" he asks curiously.

"no, actually, but i did grow up with some indian cuisine around me!" you reply with as much excitement as him. he lets out an 'oooohh' as his lenses grin at you. "i like you, new guy!"

"oh come on, what about me?" miles interjects and gwen lets out a laugh that she quickly covers up by clearing her throat.

"you said chai tea." pavitr pulls away from your shoulders to point at miles.

"i said sorry!"

you laugh again, this time recovering faster when pavitr turns to face to you. "tell me," he says your name with a cheerful look in his masked eyes. "do you also like naan?"

"oh, obviously, but..." you hesitate by squinting your lenses a bit, which makes the spiderman in front of you tilt his head. "i'm more of a paratha person." you admit sheepishly.

pavitr gasps as his lenses widen again. he stares at you for a few seconds, which makes you nervous because you think you've said something to upset him. "i have never met another spiderman that knows about indian food..." he mumbles, but there was a bit of a surprised tone in his voice. "i just know we are going to be great friends!" he exclaims, moving over to give you a side hug.

your eyes widen a bit, but you grin. you happily hang your hand over his shoulder, just like he did with yours.

"you should totally try some indian food here when you get the chance. i know all the great places!" he offers, tilting his head to you. your lenses curve underneath at his offer.

"i'd love that, oh my gosh. now that i think of it, i kind of do miss the food." you chuckle, a hand coming up to pat your stomach absentmindedly.

"we should totally eat out together whenever you're here!" he says, his eyes and tone filled with joy which brings a smile to your eyes and lips underneath the mask.

"that sounds like a fun time." miles adds himself in, which makes pavitr's head turn away from you to reply.

"hmm... maybe it will do you so good too, teach you how to not make mistakes like chai tea again." he says, and miles lenses widen as his demeanor immediately brightens.

"awesome! can we get naan bread?" miles asks, which receives a not-so-happy reaction from the indian spiderman.

"what did you just say!?"

pavitr pulls himself off your shoulder to point and scold at miles again. you and gwen glance at each other before bursting into laughter together, watching as miles does his best to apologize.

#spiderman #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman: atsv #spiderman india #pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr x you #pavitr my beloved #pavitr brainrot #i wanna be pavitr's best friend #chai tea? chai means tea!#pavitr x reader #✩ starraywrites #✩ starraywrites atsv #✩ starraywrites across the spiderverse

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writingwithcolor · 1 year

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Thanksgiving/Day of Mourning

Last year, I made a very quick, basic post about thanksgiving: Indigenous Day of Mourning aka Thanksgiving. if you want the sources for what I’m about to say, check there.

This post will be about why you cannot just go “fuck the pilgrims, we deserve a harvest festival no matter the origin” or anything else that tries to sanitize the holiday.

You Are Still On Stolen Land

As a result, you are still actively profiting off the genocide the pilgrims committed.

I don’t care how educated about racial issues you profess you are. I don’t care how you behave the other 364 days of the year. If you try to distance yourself from the origins of Thanksgiving simply because it makes you uncomfortable to see the blood under the tablecloth, you’re not practised in sitting with actually being anti-racist. You know what to say, but you don’t practice what you preach.

You Are Eating Our Food

Pumpkins/squash, beans, turkey, cranberries, potatoes, corn, sweet potatoes, pecans, maple syrup?

Those are all Native American foods that we taught you how to grow and harvest.

You wouldn’t have any of your traditional Thanksgiving foods without us. The ideal meal of Thanksgiving is ripped right from Indigenous practices and cannot be separated from it.

The fact that these foods have been taken out of Indigenous hands and appropriated by colonizers as the bounties they somehow deserve for landing here is a tragedy, and people need to remember where their food comes from and who had been growing it for thousands of years.

You Had So Much Because Of Massacre

Thanksgiving became an annual tradition after 700 Pequot men, women, children, and elders were killed, freeing up acres of land that colonizers promptly took over. The sheer amount of extra acreage that colonizers had because of their genocide contributed to the excess of food experienced during Thanksgiving. That land had been structured to support more people originally.

Colonizers had never, ever, deserved that much food. They were taking more than they needed, not leaving much behind for the animals that depended on a balance to be held with humans. They took far more than was needed, throwing the balance off in nature.

Maybe I’m reaching. But I think that if you suddenly had 700 less people in the area, after all of the growing and planting for the total population had been done, you’d have excess food? Or even before the growing, you’d have land set up to support 700, that I’d assume you’d still use, when you were a much smaller population?

Sit With Your Own Grief

If this makes you feel bad and that you shouldn’t celebrate Thanksgiving? Sit with that.

I’m not telling you that you have to give up Thanksgiving traditions. I’m telling you that you cannot divorce them from Indigenous people.

You are giving thanks for our massacre. You are giving thanks for stealing so much from us that you had this excess.

Yes, you can need a break; yes, you can need time with family and friends. None of this is inherently bad.

It’s not even bad to eat local food from Turtle Island! Part of having a sustainable diet is eating locally, in time with the seasons.

But remember, it is Indigenous people who first gave this to you—and then you stole far more than you ever needed from us, killing us to get what you felt you deserved.

Do not divorce Thanksgiving from Indigenous people for your own comfort.

We are still here. We must live with the aftermath of colonizers stealing from us every single day.

If you feel this way hearing about our history, imagine what we feel like living it.

Donate to a local org/Indigenous person this Thanksgiving

I (again) don’t have the spoons to compile a list of vetted charities, but look for local tribe language revival programs, COVID relief funds, and activism around the Indian Child Welfare Act currently in front of the Supreme Court.

Pay reparations for what you have taken, and remember. It is also Indigenous Day of Mourning.

Indigenous people, drop your links below.

~Lesya

#thanksgiving #native american #Holidays #ally #Indigenous day of mourning #genocide #cultural appropriation

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ms-demeanor · 3 months

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You seem like a good sort of person to ask; how does one go about building up a good spice rack? Not only just having the spices, but knowing what they are and how to use them, when and in what quantities, and developing a wider spice palette in general? I grew up in white suburbia and my mother has no idea how to use anything other than salt and ground black pepper, and I want to start making my foods more flavorful. I am tired of utterly flavorless dry roast pork! But I have no idea where to begin lol.

I'd say to start by trying a lot of foods that use a lot of different spice profiles and seeing what you like. If you like Thai food, look into Thai spices and try cooking a few recipes. If you like Indian food, try Indian recipes. If you don't know if you like a particular kind of food, go out and try it and see if you do.

I think the best way to build up your spice rack is to do so slowly over time as you familiarize yourself with different flavors. Don't go out and buy a ton of stuff, go out and buy cumin and make a rice recipe that calls for cumin and see if you like it, then next time maybe add another spice like cayenne pepper to the recipe and see if you like it.

Spices can be really expensive, but they can also be really cheap if you're looking in the right places. Try to avoid the shiny organic spice jars, and see if there are packets of spices in the various "ethnic" food sections of your grocery store (in California it's pretty common to have a Mexican food section and an Asian food section in the store and you'll often find stuff like a packet of cumin for 70 cents that's got the same amount of spice as the organic jar that costs five bucks in the spice aisle).

Once you've got some basics down, start branching out and seeing if you've got any good markets nearby that have more unusual spices. Large Bastard and I get most of our bulk spices from a Middle Eastern market around the corner from our house or at an Indian market a few miles away because it's WAY cheaper to get allspice or turmeric or garam masala from those stores than it would be from the grocery store.

And if you're starting at the basic-basics, like how to season a simple pork roast, check recipe blogs. Find different bloggers and test their recipes until you find someone you trust, then follow their recipes. One good place to start is with Chef John and Food Wishes - he has a wide variety of cuisines that use a lot of different spices and has recipes that range from very simple to very complex.

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Large Bastard really likes Food Wishes and trying recipes from Chef John - he cooks less than I do and has less of a sense of what to add to a pot to get something to taste the way he wants it to, but he's gotten very good at taking Food Wishes recipes and tweaking them or adjusting them and figuring out how to mix and match flavors.

Just cooking - finding a recipe that looks interesting and following it - is a really good way to get better at this kind of thing.

That's actually one of the reasons that I think meal kit boxes like blue apron can be worth it for people who want to learn how to cook - they give you recipes you wouldn't have thought to look for and provide small amounts of the required ingredients so you can sample them and figure out if you like them. My dad and sister got blue apron for like two years and it has significantly improved their cooking skills and ability to mix and match flavors.

It just takes time and money and trial and error. Easy, right? (It isn't, but there's also no way to make it faster other than doing more experiments. Thankfully there are ways to make it cheaper, and yeah looking at local specialty markets is a good way to save on spices)

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winterrrnight · 2 months

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I had two requests but combined them together in one! I hope you enjoy <3 <3

soft!rafe x desi!reader <3 him meeting your family and trying home-made Indian food for the first time blurb <3 requested by @erwinsvow & @valeskafics

It is the mere start of your relationship, around two weeks, and your parents have asked you to bring your boyfriend Rafe to dinner at your place. You were taken by surprise by their request, but agreed nonetheless, and pretty soon Rafe is very lovingly welcomed in your home for a dinner night.

It goes on wonderfully, your father asking him questions he is able to answer well, and impress him too. Your mother doesn’t have a lot to ask him, her being quite satisfied with the answers he is giving to your father.

But the one who is impressed the most by him is your grandma. She thinks he is absolutely handsome, and can’t help but smile at him. She gently tugs on your shirt, pulling you closer to her.

“How did you get him?” She whispers jokingly in your ear. “He looks way too out of your league,” You only groan and roll your eyes at her.

Pretty soon it is dinner time, and you all find yourself around the dining table. Your mom is absolutely loading his plate with food despite him saying no over and over again.

“Oh take it! You need the nutrition,” your grandma says, telling your mom to put in some more, saying something about how he is a growing boy and needs it in her mother tongue. You giggle and place your hand on top of his from under the table, squeezing it lightly. He doesn’t say anything and just smiles, letting your mother top up his plate with the biryani she made.

A small silence falls over you all as you start eating, the gentle scraping of the spoon against the plate being the only sound. You enjoy the food quite a lot, as you also make small conversation with your family along with it. But Rafe, oh god, almost starts losing it.

“That’s… that’s spicy…” he mumbles, hissing as he quickly gulps down the water from his glass. He exhales deeply as he fans his mouth, his eyes a little wide.

“You okay?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah I just…” he mutters, taking a deep breath.

“Calm down white boy,” you joke, “you aren’t dying or anything,”

Your mother softly laughs. “Oh Rafe,” she smiles. “Today’s food isn’t as spicy as usual, I toned down on the spice and the masala,”

Rafe’s eyes widen at her words. “Really?” He mumbles. You can’t help but laugh, softly poking him in his ribs.

“She’s right,” you say, smiling. “I was about to say that actually; today’s food is a little bland,”

Rafe turns to look at you with an incredulous look on your face. “You’re kidding…” he mutters.

“If there’s one thing you’ll get from being a part of this family,” your grandma says, “it’s having a very high spice tolerance,” You laugh at her words and smile at him, softly pinching his cheeks.

“Man up boy, this is just level zero of spice.”

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

some blogs who I thought might be interested: @runningfrom2am @chenslucy @luversgirl @lilghostiequinni @etfrin @brioffthegrid @rafecameronshoe @rafegirly (sorry if you did not want to be tagged, feel free to ignore!)

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2goldensnitches · 5 months

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I know the Food Appropriation Discourse only really happens in earnest when it comes to jews but people really need to stop and think how stupid it is to expect that mizrahim and sephardim not eat the food of the countries they’ve lived in for centuries. Should we forbid goys from having bagels in return?

But as an aside, there’s no such thing as a cuisine without outside influence. Modern mexican tacos would not exist without ottoman immigrants refining them. Mexicans eat schnitzel (we call it milanesa) all the time; quesadillas wouldn’t exist without spanish influence. Mexican pastries, like churros (which originated in spain), drinks like beer (mexican beer industry was started by german and czech immigrants), pasties (english and cornish immigrants), they’re all hybrids.

Vanilla, corn, chocolate, and tomatoes (among other things) are from mexico but it’d be monumentally stupid to go after everyone claiming those ingredients as local specialties; no more madagascar vanilla, no swiss chocolate, no more italian tomato based foods?

Let’s try other cuisines: tempura would not exist in japan if it weren’t for the portuguese, and they also wouldn’t have ramen (the name lit means chinese noodles and it’s a 20th century recipe), curry (indian, introduced by british sailors), or all the french desserts promoted as kawaii. Potatoes are peruvian but they play a massive part in indian and european dishes; or all the american dishes whose origins are entirely foreign.

But we don’t actually see people getting mad unless it has to do with jews. They straightforwardly use language and rhetoric painting jews as vultures. American goys readily play into their own ignorance and only think about jews as funny new yorkers from eastern europe they see on tv who eat bagels and bad meat (the demonisation of ashkenazi cuisine also plays a large part); goys from the middle east drop the pretense of having always loved their jewish people to claim that jews who left for israel (which they also don’t want to acknowledge) eating foods like hummus and falafel is thievery.

Nowhere is ignorance and inflamed nationalism more apparent in few discussions like whether jews have the right (the right!) to eat anything at all without once again being attacked for it.

#this is a hill i will die on #antisemitism

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writingoddess1125 · 4 months

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HIGH THOUGHTS 🍃 🚬

My friend gave me two 100mg edibles and I'm soaring- Let's fucking goooo

• Simon is a Junk Food addict-

• Not in sweets type of junk food- but all things salty and fatty

• He is the type to get take away 24/7 or eat out of a bag constantly if he has the God damn choice to.

• He never learned how to cook and after joining the military never had the need to learn- Since ge eats out of mess halls or MREs

• When he gets with a significant other he is now forced to deal with his bad habit-

• "Simon how many times have you gotten Chinese Take out?" You question seeing how most of the dishes in his house were just washed plastic Take out contrainers he'd kept.

• "I don't think you want that answer love-"

• It is purely by his constant exercise and great genetics he's not in a bad spot physically. However you worry for his health and step in-

• You start cooking actual meals, and he will eat without complaint always. If he can eat MREs he can eat whatever quinoa bullshit you've made.

• However Tesco is still his best friend- Tesco Meal deal is his side whore.

• This man will actively sneak to a Tescos just for this and tou just see a large man in a black jumper eating a sandwich, crisp and a cola.

• Kiss his ass-

• Oh and hr Loves a good Indian food lunch- Tikka Masala and from Chips? Sounds like a date-

• You do got to watch him however, trying to break his unhealthy habit a little at a time. And out of love for you He does start the journey of breaking his addiction-

• But it's still an addiction..

• "What are you eating?-" You bark out, seeing the large man pause before starting to quickly chew as you rush over to pull whatever he's eating away from him.

• "God damn it Simon!"

#x reader #call of duty thoughts #call of duty mw3 #call of duty #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod x gn!reader #x gn reader #cod ghost #ghost cod

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honeywiththemoneyloa222 · 1 day

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WHO AM I??

Hi baby

I’m going to talk a little bit about myself

I don’t wanna reveal too much

My face and everything else will remain anonymous for safety and privacy💕

Name:

My name is Honey(yes this is my birth name lol)

You can call me by my name or honeybee

Or even honeycomb

Do NOT call me beehive 😡

Unless it’s related to Beyoncè💕

Age: 23

Topics:

I discuss the void state, Law of assumption,Reality Shifting (I haven’t talked about this yet but will if you need more info)

And All kinds of Manifestation methods

How to talk to Honey!!!

Just dm me any questions I don’t take asks anymore so if you have any questions just feel free to dm me

Ethnicity/Nationality

My mom is Afro Peruvian, Indian,and Haitian

My dad is Jamaican

Sooo

I’m black hehe🤟🏾

I don’t do these I’m super private it’s soooo weird omg

What do I like??

Music food animals

Did I say music because

MUSIC!!!!!!

My favorite artists

I love all kinds of music

Even death metal occasionally

I like Harry Styles,Kid Cudi,Lady Gaga The Beatles,Ice Spice and many moreeeee

I also love movies

Literally almost any kind

But anyways

Let’s talk about something more interesting!!

Now that you know me(kind of)

I want you to know about this technique I discovered

It’s not new at all

In fact ppl on here have already talked about it I’m just late

As usual 😔

Anywayyyyyy

There’s a technique I want you all to try

It’s called the

“Wim hof breathing”

Method

No methods are needed But if you really want one

Then here you go pookie

(Found this on a website but it won’t let me copy the link😔)

WIM HOF BREATHING METHOD

Find a comfortable position.

Breathe in deeply through the nose or mouth and through the belly to the chest. Then let the breath go unforced.

Exhale through the mouth, then immediately breathe in again.

Take 30–40 such breaths in short bursts.

Take one final, deep inhalation then let the air out and stop inhaling. Hold the breath until you feel the urge to breathe again.

Inhale very deeply to full capacity and hold for 15 seconds, then let it go. This completes the first round.

Repeat the whole process, steps #2-6, 3-4 times.

After completion take time to meditate and enjoy the state of deep relaxation

After the very last step you should be a deep trance like state you should be really relaxed

I recommend that you let your next subliminal play

Which should be

Either a theta or epilson wave track or pink noise

Make sure your desired subliminal that plays after is Not a guided meditation you wanna still be in a trance

Start affirming in that point

And don’t stop

Just feel how relaxed you are feel that powerless body but powerful mind

Your body is at ease your soul and mind collide in such ways that allows you to breathe freely without any stress no harm

In the void state

Your main goal should be getting peace

Because if you’re entering just affirm

You’ll likely put it on a pedestal you’ll get frustrated and give up

It is not a wish granter bitch

It’s you

Baby you are powerful

Baby you are pretty

Baby you can tap in the void

And make the bring the 4D to your 3D and make it your home

Don’t use the void as a wish granter

Use it for peace

Don’t treat the 3D like the enemy

Treat it like a friend

After all it exists the way it does because of your assumptions

Whether you say this is hard or this is easy

Sugar, you’re right either way

Because if you assume something then that’s how it’ll be

If you think you’re pretty you’re pretty

But if you think you’re broke

Then you’re broke

If you think you’re rich

Then you’re rich baby

You could have wings

Superpowers

Be the biggest singer or rapper in the world

Star in the next Dune Movie

Be best friends with Ariana Grande

Be a Scientist

Be smarter than Albert Einstein(I mean was he actually super intelligent if he lacked common sense)

You could be get a bigger butt!!

I mean didn’t necessarily have a pancake ass

But I definitely didn’t have a Nicki Minaj

BUT I DO NOW!!!!

And bestie you can too!

Plastic surgery who???

Do we look like a Kardashian-Jenner?? I think the f not🙄

The void is our plastic surgeon

You wanna a smaller nose?

Got it

Tig ole biddies?

Got it

Nicki Minaj butt?

Got it

Floor length hair?

Got it?

Whatever you want to change about yourself

Got it!

And for the last time babies

You ALWAYS ENTER THE VOID EVERYTIME YOU SLEEP

Mentally just be

Physically sleep

In that moment baby

Forget the 3D and its fuck ass bob

Because the 3Ds not your enemy but its your puppet

You’re a ventriloquist CONTROL THAT MF

The 4D is you

The void is you

Quit saying what you can’t do babe

You CAN BECAUSE YOU ALREADY DID AND YOU STILL DO

“HoNEy I StiLL didNT gET inTO tHe vOiD”

YES YOU DID!!!!!!

You did it

You just didn’t know

Bro the void is just recognizing you’re asleep

And getting in contact with your mind

Which is where you already go when you go to sleep

So ha

Billie

There’s your answer

When we fall asleep

That’s where we go

The mf Void State

The only thing your cute ass has to do baby

Is just be aware

When Neville Goddard says just “BE”

Bitch just BE

That’s it

Be aware

Like that SpongeBob episode

“Be the crane”

Be the Void

It’s just you love

So why you stressing

Why complicate something YOU created?!

Baby girl make it make sense

Own your power bitch

I love you My darlings

Month is almost over

Bring me my success stories

Or I’ll be your sleep paralysis demon 😈

(Just kidding)

Or am I;)

NOW BITCH LOOK!!!!

YAYYYY

Imma keep pressuring you to listen to this(NOTE YOU DO NOT NEED SUBLIMINALS)

But I like this one🫠

Wrong emoji

I can’t find that cute one at the moment I’m rushing cuz I wanna eat my burger!

SLADE:

https://youtu.be/oKU8YIicYQg?feature=shared

THIS

because it’s soooo peaceful

Slade is the best

BYE BITCH GO GET THAT DREAM LIFE NOW!!!

I love you ⭐️💕

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remuslupinslittleslut · 5 months

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NSFW Alphabet - James Potter

A - Aftercare

James wouldn’t have that much experience in giving specific aftercare to someone in say subspace, but he’d be very aware of the importance of making sure the both of you were comfortable afterwards. He’d be getting sweaty and not really want to cuddle immediately, but he’d make sure to be close, hold your hand or scratch your scalp to make his presence known. He’d also be good at telling you sweet things, letting you know how much he appreciates you and how good it was.

B - Body Part, favourite on himself and you

James Potter is a jock, he’s a fit guy. He isn’t taller than Remus, but his shoulders are broad and I think he loves that about himself, he likes to feel strong so his favourite parts of himself would be shoulders, back, arms. Feeling strong makes him feel sexy, and it’s those parts of his body that he’d try to accentuate when he wants to get you in the mood.

On his partner he’s a big thigh and tits guy. He loves squeezing, pushing his face into soft skin, and placing kisses there. He wouldn’t care about size, in either direction, he’d just really love to touch and nip at soft skin.

C - Cum

Not that much of a breeding kink, but I think he likes cuming on you. He’s got a big load, and covering your skin in his pearly white liquid makes him go feral. He loves the way it sticks to your lashes or the patterns it leaves on your back. He’d make sure to swoop a finger down, spreading it around further.

D - Dirty Secrets

James isn’t very secretive about his sexlife, he’s ready to ask his bros a question or bring something up. He would, however, be very secretive about your body, he doesn’t want anyone else seeing you naked, and he doesn’t want to tell his friends about you like that, he’d be more comfortable talking about his own experience, never talking about what you look or feel like. That’s just for him,

E - Experience

He could be either. He’s a big slut, and could have a lot of experience, both romantic and sexual. But he could also be the type of guy who doesn’t get around much but rather wait for the right person. Either way, he gets a lot of propositions. Cause he’s hot.

F - Favourite Position

James would love to either go missionary/missionary with legs on shoulder or cowgirl. He wants to see you, and if you’ve got tits he’d want them right in his face, and easy to grab.

G - Goofy

He’s a goofball, he’d make sex fun for the both of you. Not unserious, but fun. He’d make a funny face, or make a weird sound as a joke, or sing along to the song playing. He’d still take the actual fucking seriously, though.

H - Hair

James feels like he would shave, if you preferred it that way (he doesn’t want his baby to get hairs in their mouth), but it doesn’t make a difference for him, so I don’t think he’d shave just for himself. I think he likes it natural, on himself and his partner. I HC James Potter as indian, so he’d have lots of dark hair, all over <3

I - Intimacy

James is so intimate. I feel like out of the marauders, he’d focus most on romantics during sex, he’d enjoy lighting candles, setting the mood, feeding you chocolates. He’d love keeping eye contact during sex, he just wants to feel close to you.

J - Jack Off

I think he’s a jacking off in the shower kinda guy. He likes the way it feels when he’s all soaped up - and he enjoys the privacy of it. It’s also a smooth clean up, which is always a plus. He doesn’t need to use pictures or dirty mags, he’s got enough filthy memories of you to get himself going.

K - Kink

I think Jamie is a switch, who sometimes wants to take care of his girl, be strong and in command. But other times, I think he’d have a huge mommy-kink. “Wanna be good f’you mommy” is so James Potter coded <3

Other things he’d enjoy:

He could for sure be into some feet-stuff

He doesn’t have a breeding kink, but he does have a pregnancy kink, he’d go feral for fucking you when pregnant.

He’d want to keep your spoiled panties, just for safekeeping

Food play

L - Location

James is a bit more risque, he’d take you in a broom closet and he’s not afraid to tease you under the table. He, again, likes to do it in the shower/bath. If you move in together, he’d want to take you on every surface, several times.

M - Motivation

He gets riled up from playing quidditch, before and after games, he’d love to have you on your knees, just to release some of his pressure.

Other times, he’d just go crazy for your tits, flash them and he’ll be ready to go <3 Or just any kind of nudity, he’d jump at any chance to touch you, but he’s a bit more afraid to assume things, so I think he’d like it if you were the one to initiate.

N - NO

He’s probably the most vanilla out of the three, I think he doesn’t want to go too far in any way. He’d be against all things that could potentially hurt you or himself, he’d also not enjoy piss/scat play, he feels it’s just too unsanitary.

O - Oral

I HC James as the kind of person to come untouched in his pants from eating pussy, and I stand by it. He loves going down on his partner, no matter what genitalia they have. He loves the way your mouth feels, but he’d never assume he’d get to fill it up, but whenever you propose it, he’s so excited.

P - Pace

His pace changes a lot, but most of the time, he’d want to go quite slow, to have time to be in the moment, feel you in every stroke and just connect. Sex with James is a holy experience every time.

Q - Quickie

He’d be adventurous in the way that he’d easily shove you into a broom closet, get on his knees and go to town. He’d also love flipping up your skirt and thrust inside you just long enough for you to come all over him.

R - Risk

As stated, he’d be a bit risky in the way he’s not scared to be seen, he likes taking you into the broom closet and making you cum, he’d also not be too careful with silencing charms or closing the curtains.

S - Stamina

He’s fit, so he’s got enough stamina to hold his position, but I think after he’s made you cum, he’d be ready to let go, knowing you like the way he feels when he cums inside you.

T - Toys

He isn’t that interested in toys, but he’d let you tie him up, and he’d be OK with trying some if you were into it. I think he would not hesitate one moment to bring in a vibrator to make you feel even better.

U - Unfair

James can be a bit of a tease, he’d take his shirt off and strut around, making you squirm. He also feels like the kind of person to tease you without knowing it, he’d brush against you without thinking and only realize when you squeeze your thighs shut.

When you’re having sex, I think he’d never feel done if you didn’t cum.

V - Volume

He’s a moaner, he’d push his mouth against his ear and make you hear how good you make him feel.

He loves hearing his partner moan, but he’d also looove to tell you to be quiet, holding a hand over your mouth, “hush baby, don’t want anyone hearing us”, he doesn’t really care if they do, but it’s fun to play.

W - Wildcard

No matter who his partner is, James is willing to experiment with anal, he’d like a finger in his arse, a rim job or even to be fucked/pegged. Not really a wild HC for Jamie but this is where it fits <3

X - X-Ray

Quite normal in size. He’s not small, but not scarily big either. He’d fill you up just right, but it wouldn’t hurt. He’s just very normal in size, but I will tell you, James has got a pretty dick.

Y - Yearning

James would have a pretty standard sex drive, I think he’s not up for fucking on the daily, but he’d be willing to get you off if you were in the mood. I think maybe 3-4 times a week would be perfect for him <3

Z - Zzz

After sex, he’d have to cool off for a bit, but then he’d be ready to cuddle and he’d be so relaxed he wouldn’t be able to help falling asleep. If you scratch his back, he’d doze off so quickly.

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Enticing 34 || Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Y/N found herself seated in the cozy confines of the Indian restaurant, the warm ambiance and enticing aromas tantalizing her senses. She glanced down at her watch, the minutes ticking away as her anticipation grew. She had arrived a bit early, eager to honor the plans she and Harry had made for their dinner date.

As her gaze flitted over the menu, a mixture of hunger and curiosity stirring within her, the entrance of the restaurant caught her attention. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Harry walking in, his presence commanding attention even before he reached her table.

Harry's eyes scanned the room briefly before landing on her, and a genuine smile lit up his face. The sight of her sitting there, waiting for him, was a reminder of the connection they were trying to rebuild—a connection that had been tested by time, distance, and unexpected revelations.

Y/N couldn't help but admire Harry's impeccable appearance as he approached her table. His perfectly tailored suit accentuated his form, the elegance of his attire matched by the warm sincerity in his gaze.

"Y/N," Harry greeted her, his voice a mixture of warmth and fondness.

"Harry," Y/N replied, her smile mirroring his.

As he took his seat across from her, their eyes met in a silent exchange that held a hint of vulnerability. The weight of their shared history and the newfound dynamics they were navigating was palpable, but so was the desire to bridge the gap between them.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting," Harry apologized, his expression sincere.

Y/N waved off his concern, her gaze softening. "No worries. I just got here myself."

Harry's smile deepened, a touch of relief evident in his features. "I hope you're hungry. I've heard great things about this place."

Y/N chuckled softly, her laughter a testament to their shared humor. "Starving, actually. And Indian food sounds perfect."

As they perused the menu together, an air of camaraderie settled between them—a comfortable familiarity that held the promise of eased tensions and genuine conversation. The tension that had marked their previous interactions seemed to fade in the warmth of the restaurant's ambiance.

As they engaged in light banter, the layers of complexity that had once overshadowed their connection began to peel away. Their conversations flowed with ease, and Y/N found herself laughing more freely than she had in a long time. In the space of the restaurant, they were just two individuals, connecting over shared experiences and the prospect of a future that held hope.

As the evening progressed, their connection deepened, the weight of their history giving way to a sense of rediscovery. The wounds of the past were gradually being replaced by the potential for healing and growth—a future that was as uncertain as it was promising. And as they dined together, their laughter mingled with the flavors of the food, creating a tapestry of shared memories and newfound possibilities.

Harry and Y/N's conversation continued to flow, carrying them through topics that ranged from their shared history to hopes for the future. As the evening progressed, a pivotal decision emerged—a decision that held the potential to shape the path ahead.

Harry looked down at his phone, his fingers tapping against the screen as he navigated the sensitive topic that lay between them. He took a deep breath and met Y/N's gaze, his expression earnest.

"Y/N," he began, his voice gentle yet resolute, "about the paternity test..."

Y/N's attention shifted to him, her curiosity evident. "Yes?"

Harry's gaze held hers, a mixture of seriousness and determination in his eyes. "I think we should schedule the appointment for the day after tomorrow. I want to get this over with."

Y/N nodded in understanding, the weight of his words settling between them. "I agree. It's something that needs to be addressed."

There was a pause in their conversation as Y/N a bite out of her coconut chicken green curry, her thoughts mingling with the flavors on her palate. Harry's decision to confront the issue head-on resonated with her, a testament to the complexities of their situation.

Harry's fingers danced across his phone's screen as he responded to a message from Andrew, his assistant. A sense of purpose seemed to guide his actions as he navigated the logistics of their decision.

Andrew had taken the initiative to set up the appointment with Harry's family doctor, knowing that this step was significant for both Harry and Y/N. As Harry typed out his response, his focus remained on the conversation at hand, the weight of the decision they were making still heavy in his mind.

Y/N's gaze shifted from her plate to Harry's face, her expression a mixture of understanding and curiosity. "Did you manage to set up the appointment?"

Harry nodded, a sense of accomplishment in his gaze. "Yes, Andrew's already on it. The appointment is scheduled for the day after tomorrow."

Y/N's appreciation was evident in her smile. "Thank you"

Their conversation continued, intertwining with the decision they had made.

As the evening unfolded, the air around Harry and Y/N seemed to hold a delicate balance—a balance between reconnecting, addressing their shared past, and navigating the uncharted territory that lay before them. With the paternity test scheduled, the topic of their future was bound to arise.

The aroma of their meals still hung in the air as Y/N's gaze met Harry's, curiosity evident in her eyes. "Harry, what's going to happen after the paternity test? I mean, if it confirms everything..."

Harry's expression was contemplative, his gaze steady as he met her eyes. "I've been thinking about that, Y/N. And honestly, I'd like you to move in with me—for the duration of the pregnancy."

Y/N's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of emotions flickering in her eyes. "Move in with you?"

Harry nodded, his tone sincere. "Yeah. I want to be there for every step of this journey. I want to support you through the pregnancy, and I want us to share this experience together."

There was a moment of silence, the weight of Harry's words hanging in the air between them. Y/N's mind raced as she processed his request, a complex mixture of feelings swirling within her.

"I appreciate your offer, Harry," Y/N began, her voice soft yet resolute, "but I can't accept that."

Harry's expression shifted to one of confusion, his brows furrowing slightly. "Why not? I just want to be there for you."

Y/N's gaze held a mixture of determination and vulnerability as she spoke. "I'm in the process of renting out my first apartment. And more than that, I want to continue to be independent. I know you mean well, but I can't simply move in with you. We're not together anymore."

Harry's features softened with understanding, his gaze reflecting a sense of empathy. "Y/N, I get it. I respect your need for independence. But this is about supporting each other through a crucial time."

Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her emotions on display. "Harry, how can you expect us to live together now, when we're not together as a couple anymore? It's not the same as it was".

Harry sighed, his gaze dropping to the table momentarily before meeting hers again. "You're right, Y/N. It's complicated. But my intention is just to be there for you, to share in this experience as parents."

Y/N's gaze softened, the vulnerability in her expression matching his. "I know, Harry. And I appreciate that. But we have to find a way to navigate this in a way that works for both of us. I want to continue to be independent, even amidst the pregnancy."

Harry nodded slowly, understanding her point of view.

Their conversation lingered in the air, the weight of their decisions and the complexity of their feelings forming a bridge between them—a bridge that held the potential to guide them forward, even as their paths diverged. The future was uncertain, but in their shared dialogue, they found a glimmer of understanding—a reminder that despite the challenges, they were united by the life they were bringing into the world and the journey they were embarking upon, together in a new way.

The evening had been a delicate dance of shared moments and honest conversations, woven together by the flavors of their dinner and the warmth of their connection. As they finished their meal, Harry's insistence on indulging in dessert had elicited a smile from Y/N—a momentary reprieve from the complexities that surrounded them.

With the Indian restaurant behind them, they found themselves strolling through the streets, the cool evening air a balm against the tensions that had simmered beneath the surface of their discussions. Their steps were unhurried, their conversation light as they explored the cityscape that surrounded them.

As they walked, their path led them to a baby store, its display windows showcasing an array of items meant for the tiniest members of society. Their gazes lingered on the storefront, both hesitating just outside the entrance.

Nervousness mingled with curiosity as they exchanged a glance, the unspoken fears and uncertainties hanging in the air between them like a fragile thread.

Harry's voice broke the silence, his tone soft yet tinged with vulnerability. "I never thought I'd be standing outside a baby store like this. Not even after Oliver. I sent out someone to buy everyone for him”.

Y/N's gaze remained fixed on the store's window, her emotions visible in the furrow of her brows. "Me neither." Y/N remembered that Harry wasn't there for Oliver's pregnancy. Ashley had taken that away from him. She had almost taken that away from him.

For a moment, they stood there, their shared history and the circumstances that brought them to this point weighing heavily on their shoulders. The future was uncertain, and the prospect of parenthood together had brought them to a crossroads—one that was filled with both hope and apprehension.

Harry's fingers brushed against Y/N's hand, his touch a gentle reminder of their connection. "It's okay to be scared, Y/N."

Y/N's gaze met his, vulnerability and uncertainty mirrored in her eyes. "I know. It's just...it's a lot to process."

Harry nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "It is. But no matter what happens, I'll be here for you".

As they continued to stand outside the baby store, the moments of shared silence and understanding seemed to knit their connection closer. The complexities of their situation had not faded, but the willingness to confront their fears and navigate their shared journey was a testament to their growth.

With a deep breath, Y/N turned to Harry, a mixture of emotions playing across her features. "You're right. We'll figure it out. And maybe...maybe we can step inside and take a look."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Harry's lips, his gaze holding a mixture of warmth and reassurance. "Only if you're ready, Y/N."

Together, they stepped inside the baby store—a physical manifestation of the path they were treading together. As they explored the aisles and examined the tiny garments and necessities, a sense of unity seemed to settle within them, quieting their fears and strengthening their resolve.

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HEHE my other ask, pick whichever one strikes ur fancy 😌🫶🏻 andy barber + eating from each other's plates

thank you for requesting andy 😣😣🫶

Prompt: “Eating from each other’s plates.”

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: ~300

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You’re being unusually quiet throughout dinner. You’re the kind of couple that doesn’t need to be in continuous conversation while you’re out — Sometimes you prefer to eavesdrop on the chatter throughout the rest of the restaurant, listening for things you can laugh about together later.

That’s not exactly what it is though. He can tell why you’re involuntarily giving him the silent treatment, and he’s not taking it personal.

He watches as you push the food on your plate around with your fork, catching you glance at his plate every so often.

“What’s wrong?” He speaks up, suppressing his smirk as you look across the table to him.

“Nothing,” you sigh quietly, poking at your food again.

It’s because you always feel the need to order something different when you go out, chances of not liking it be damned.

“That’s why I always get the same few things,” he says, teasingly scolding you. “I knew you wouldn’t like that.”

“Whatever,” you scoff. “You’re just boring.”

“Maybe,” he chuckles. “But who’s the one with food they’re actually eating right now?”

He looks at you, almost like it’s not a rhetorical question, like he wants you to admit he's right.

The best you can give is a roll of your eyes, trying your hardest not to give in and laugh. You attempt a few bites of your meal again.

After a couple moments of silence, he pushes his plate toward you without saying anything. He can’t stand to watch his favorite person sulk much longer.

“Yay,” you smile, face lighting up as you happily wiggle in your seat. “I knew I loved you.”

You’re too focused on picking up bites of his food and transferring them to your own plate, you miss the goofy look he has on his face, nothing but love and adoration for you as he watches, accepting the fact you’ll never learn.

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Unconventional Flowers Event - March Bonus

Dahlias for Holi ft. Nanami

A/N: March bonus prompt for my Unconventional Flowers Event. I honestly was hoping for a very unique holiday and this got my attention in all the right ways. Requested by @sitarawrites. For more information on the Festival of Colors, visit Wikipedia.

Rating: E, fluffy

Pairing: Nanami x reader (Desi reader implied)

Word Count: 971

People had been skeptical of your marriage to Nanami, wondering how you would ever blend your rich, individual backgrounds. For the two of you, it just meant more cultural holidays to celebrate together, and spoiling each other with a wider variety of food and sweets accompanying each one. You knew he’d adapt well, he’s proven that when you were dating, even though Indian festivals tended to be crowded and loud.

And you loved him for the way he kept up the rules that fell on your festival days. Vegetarian food only, and though he didn’t need to, he sat in the back while you offered your prayers, his hair damp because it was customary to always have your hair washed on festival days. The first piece of prasad which you offered to him with love after all the prayers and poojas were done, broken in half as he feeds it to you as well. It was bliss.

But the one festival Nanami refused to participate in was Holi. He had no qualms against the day in general, but rather, the way it was celebrated, by throwing colored water and powder onto others to celebrate the triumph of good over evil. You’d pouted because Holi also celebrated the love between Lord Krishna and his eternal love Radha, the most well-known romantic story in all of Hindu mythology. Not that he hadn’t given it a fair try. You’d told him to wear something old and casual but the man simply didn’t own anything that fell under those categories. He spluttered along gingerly at the fairgrounds while everyone played, his hair weighed down in his eyes by dyed water in shades of shocking pink, electric yellow, and robin’s egg blue.

He hated the wetness, the noise, and the fact that the dyes used in the water and powder didn’t rub off for days (seriously, what was in that stuff?). After his first one which had occurred back when you were both initially dating, he’d politely told you he would not be participating in the ones to come as he tried to rub off the darkening pink that had stained his face, neck, and ears. The color had only taken in more on his pale skin, making him look like he had a bad sunburn, something that Gojo and Yuji had been quick to point out while teasing him to no end.

So it became the rule that he would sit with you during the morning for prayers, and you went with your family and friends to the fairgrounds to celebrate the rest of the day by throwing color at each other. The first Holi after you got married though, you felt a small twinge of sadness that your husband would be absent for this affair but you hid it, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaving.

When you arrive home, Nanami has laid down a towel trail from the door into the bathroom so that the color wouldn’t drip onto the carpet. You can’t help but appreciate his foresight on this; you loved Holi, but you certainly didn’t want to ruin the carpet. Under the hot spray, you let yourself wash off the colors that stuck to your body, watching them swirl into each other as they went down the drain. Honestly, it was only the pink that actually stuck, the rest of the colors washing off easily. You step out, clean and fresh, and pad into the bedroom, to find Nanami sitting patiently on the bed with a cotton bag in his hands.

“Hey,” you say softly, tired from all the running around at the fairground and now the heat of the shower.

“Hey yourself.” He pats the space next to him. You oblige and sit next to him, the bed feeling soft and comforting after a long, energetic day.

“Did you have fun?” he gently rubs the top of your ear, now pink like a flamingo.

“Yeah. Missed you though.” You lace your fingers with his.

“I know. Your face said it all when you left.” He kisses your hair, now washed and dried, smelling fragrant. “I’m sorry it disappoints you so much. But I just can’t find a way to enjoy playing Holi.”

You turn to kiss his jaw. “It’s not like you didn’t try. And you were miserable the whole time. It’s ok. It’s just one festival.”

“True. But. Maybe you and I can play Holi in a different way? One that involves colors but none of the mess?”

You look at him curiously, wondering what he had in mind before he hands you the bag he was holding. You peek into it and see that it’s filled to the brim with dahlias, your favorite flower.

“Lay back.” You do as instructed, scooting up towards the pillows. Nanami dips his hand into the bag, picking up a pink flower.

“Pink, to symbolize kindness and beauty.” He begins to lay all the pink flowers from the bag across your body shoulder to shoulder, like a devotee worshiping a goddess, and the act causes a rush of love to zoom through you.

“Yellow, for cheer.” He places these across your chest and you hold still, not daring to move lest they fall off.

“Orange, for celebrations and goodness.” These go across your stomach which is now jittery like there are a million butterflies in it.

“Purple for respect and devotion.” The blooms are placed delicately along your legs and you feel giddy from the romance of it all.

You lay there, colors all over your body, which was the whole point of Holi in the first place. Nanami carefully makes his way back up to your face, giving you a tender kiss on the lips, his eyes full of love.

“Happy Holi y/n. I hope this makes up for it.”

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Hii, this this the person talkin about chubbier Simon! Give me a sec and let me set the stage for you,

Simon Riley x 141!reader whos on military leave to cope after a particularly hard mission. Reader finds a way of coping and expressing their love to simon through the art of cooking for him constantly. (i come from largely a guyanese and indian family so everyday theres always good food on the table) So we all know this man can eat ALOT (he needs to maintain his girlish figure after all😌lmao) So i can just IMAGINE him eating all the stews, curries, roti and rice (or whatever culture/country reader comes from)he can get his hands on! He would have such an appreciation for food from working in the military so long and having limited food he could eat. So going from a man of pure slabs of muscle to slabs of muscle but WITH softer abs he gets a little self conscious but he sees the benifits that hes getting alot with a great meal everyday and how his reader ogles him everyday hes starts to like the change. (Theres actually more benefits for having muscle and fat than just pure muscle!! When you see bodybuilders with just pure muscle the muscles in their whole body are constricted causing cramps and alot more muscle pulling in day to day life compared to heavy weight lifters who many not look as muscular but can lift much more while still having a strong core and overall more power)

Sorry to ramble and run but this has been rattling my brain. Have a great day and remember to drink water♡

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS OMG!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!! i‘m sorry i wasn’t able to answer it any sooner, i‘m in my last three weeks of school and it‘s kinda stressful🥲. i hope you can understand…

as someone who is russian-german i totally understand the whole food thing😭 (thats why reader will be russian-german lol. it‘s the only culture i really know about the food and all that (at least i think i know about the food🧍🏼). also, i do not know the english names of the food so i‘ll be using the terms i know.)

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„y‘cooking too good f‘me,“ simon mumbles as he puts his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. „‘m loosing all my muscles.“

you chuckle and turn your head to look at him. „that‘s not true! you‘re just developing a little more fluff.“ you smile and turn again to focus on the food you‘re preparing. „besides having muscles with a layer of fat is way healthier than just muscles.“ you can feel simon nod with his head rested on yours.

„what‘re y‘makin‘?“

„pelmeni,“ you answer, skilfully sticking the dough together so the meat would stay inside while you cook them. „i haven‘t made them for you till now.“

simon lowers his head so it‘s beside yours and examines the dough and meat in front of you. „thought we a’ready had ‘em two weeks ago?“

you shake your head and lick your bottom lip, trying to concentrate. „that were manti simon. they are made like…mochis. pelmeni are cooked in water.“

simon doesn‘t say anything and buries his nose in your neck. „t‘boys will laugh a‘me when we return,“ he mumbles as his lips ghost over your skin to leave little kisses.

„they won‘t,“ you protest and slightly slap his arm. „if anything they will be jealous!“ you dust your hands off and turn around in his arms. he looks at you and you start to frown. „you are not…insecure, are you?“ when simon just blinks at you without answering you take his face into your hands.

„you, simon riley, do not need to be insecure because you’re eating good. you’re not getting fat or losing muscles. if anything, you’re only getting healthier because the army food is total garbage and you’re finally getting some real food,“ you try to explain, withstanding his gaze the whole time. „don‘t beat yourself up over stuff like this.“ your voice is gentle as you caress his scarred face with your thumbs. „you deserve something good life. let me be that something.“

silence follows after you‘re done talking and you could swear you saw a tear in simon‘s eye but then he blinks and it is gone. „i don‘t deserve ya,“ he whispers, pulling you close again. „i don‘t deserve ya…“

„oh, but you do,“ you smile as you pull him down to press a gentle kiss on his lips. „you do deserve me and you also deserve my food.“ you put your arms around his waist and hug him. he does the same, keeping you close to him. he rests his head on yours and closes his eyes. he just wants to savour this moment…

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