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[hoes4hoseok]

mehndi laga ke rakhna

heeseung looks for his name in your henna the night before your wedding.

pairing :: lee heeseung x gn!reader genres/au’s :: fluff warnings :: brief food talk word count :: 0.5k author’s note :: i don't care how this performs (at least i'm telling myself that) because this fic is completely self-indulgent. no one asked for this. i hope my fellow desis and everyone else who chooses to read this enjoy this nevertheless. this is so embarrassing omg DON'T LOOK AT ME. also, jaanu means dear in urdu/hindi and i used it because i'm feeling delusional. beta readers :: @sunoosill but she might have been too busy laughing at me to actually edit it LOL I APPRECIATE YOU THO <3 soundtrack :: kesariya (honestly i was listening to o re piya while writing but that song makes me sad so here)

“oh, you look beautiful,” heeseung declared from the couch, his right hand on his heart as you rounded the corner into your warmly lit living room, “do a little twirl.”

“i’m wearing pajamas, heeseung,” you protested but lifted the ends of your pajamas to spin for your fiancé with a bashful grin. 

“how long did this take?” heeseung’s eyes widened as you approached, surprised by the level of detail in your mehndi.

“five or six hours. she had to cover my feet, too,”

“five or s—” heeseung’s mouth fell agape, “i hope you got to eat and drink water.”

“i did, don’t worry,” you laughed off his comment, recalling how frantic your friends and family were to ensure you were doing just that, “and…i have a little surprise for you.”

heeseung tilted his head in curiosity, gaze fixed on you as you joined him on the sofa. “and what would that be?”

“do you remember that tradition i told you about? the one that—”

“you wrote my name in there?” a toothy smile started to form on heeseung’s lips as he gently pulled your right hand toward his face.

“just your first name,” you smiled, combing the hair that had fallen into heeseung’s face in his excitement back with your free hand. he remained focused on your hand as he used his pointer finger to follow a spiral from the center of your palm outward.

“this will be so easy,”

“if you think it’s so easy, maybe we should add some stakes,” you suggested. you tried to sound like you had just come up with this idea, but your delivery revealed that you had thought about it much beforehand. he looked up with a cocked eyebrow, always in the mood for a challenge. “if you don’t find your name in the next three minutes, i win — in which case, i get to write my name on you too. in the same spot.”

“okay, deal,” he said softly, smiling to himself as he set a timer before looking back down at your mehndi. your heart swelled with affection as he moved his touch along your forearm to check there, grazing each square inch with his soft fingers. he met your eyes momentarily, shaking his head as if to say “not on this one.”

picking up your left hand, he repeated the process, starting from the center of your palm and working outward. he paused briefly midway through tracing your fingers but continued, biting his bottom lip to conceal a grin.

“you have a terrible poker face, jaanu,” he pretended not to hear you, so you wiggled your fingers to get his attention. “i know you found it.”

“you’re so sentimental that i knew exactly where it was going to be,” heeseung admitted, curling your left index and middle fingers forward to reveal, among the scallops of the design, ‘HEESEUNG’ written along the length of your ring finger. “but i knew you wanted to write your name on my hand.”

“oh, who’s the sentimental one now, hm?” you rolled your eyes, giving a playful push to his shoulder.

heeseung reached behind himself to reveal a mehndi cone, a proud smirk on his face, “might be me,” he handed you the cone and put his left hand in yours.

“it’s definitely you,” you leaned forward, pressing a small kiss onto the corner of his grin.

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[brightbertalt]

hiiii i saw you had your reqs open and i was wondering if i can get some tooth rotting, finger licking fluff for pavitr x gn! or transmasc! reader :0

i saw ATSV and the brainrot for that golden retriever of a human being is insane. there isn’t enough fics on here for my boy ��🤚

PLEASS I LOVE PAV ❤️❤️❤️❤️ HWRE IT IS FOR MY LITTKE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY

pavitr prabhakar x gn!reader!!

you sat in the town square, occasionally glancing at your phone. you were supposed to be on a date with pav, but he didn’t show up. it’s been 20 minutes and nothing.

3:02pm

u here?

3:07pm

im sitting by the fountain when u get here

3:15pm

r u coming?

3:20pm

pav where r u? r u okay?

you sighed.

pav was kind of like this, not texting you back. you figured that it was because he didn’t have an attention span, like at all. did he forget? no, he wouldn’t.

but did he? were you waiting for nothing?

you sighed, tapping your foot impatiently on the ground. was he seriously ghosting you? in the middle of town?

all of a sudden, you feel someone grip your shoulders.

“hello! guess who?”

you jump, soon relaxing into his touch.

“oh my god- pav, i hate you!”

“wait do you really?”

pav looked at you with his cute, cute little puppy dog eyes.

“no, no of course not. show up earlier next time! I thought our date was at 3!”

he sat down next to you, immediately wrapping an arm around you. his presence just had a way of making you feel happier.

“sorry priye, i got busy! you know how my volunteer work goes.”

oh yeah! pav told you he volunteered at a dog shelter. you know how those things are right? how they run overtime?

“i know jaanu, let’s just get some chai. let’s relax.”

[ashsimpsalot]

Sushi in Tokyo (Kid X Sita X Reader)

Yes this is a poly fic, the tittle is based on

MY poly anthem

You entered the cracked up flat to find Kid watching the TV by himself, so deep in the Movie he didn't even realise you were home, a smile formed on your lips, fuck, even though you're hosting two fugitives in your home, the sight is too domestic to not melt your heart.

"I'm home," you announced, closing the door behind you. You turned around to see Kid with a big smile on his lips, standing and walking towards you, as excited as a puppy.

"jaanu, I missed you," he breathed before attaching hid lips to yours, hands wrapping around your waist. You hummed in the kiss.

Once you pulled back you stared into his eyes with a smile before looking at his hair, touching them.

"your curls feels fluffier than usual," you made a comment which earned a chuckle from Kid. He hummed and have your lips a final peck. "Sita put henna on my hair, she said she got bored being stuck in this house." he explained.

The mental image of your girl just running her hands into your man's curls makes you smile.

"where is she?" he lead you to sit you on the couch with him. "she's asleep," he whispered into your hair. The man's already clingy as it is, having you work much more than usual makes Kid crave having you in his arms even more.

You being the only face that is not all over the news for the murder of Rana, Queenie and Baba Shakti, you had decided, it's safer for the them to stay at home until it all die down, then all three of you could make a run to a different region of India, maybe even crossing borders. Anywhere people can't recognise them.

But until then you have to work to supply enough money, for three people, and it's not easy. It takes way much more time than you usually work.

You glance at the blanket that is on the sofa and frowned. "you're sleeping on the couch? Did you two fought?" you asked looking at Kid.

Kid barely loses his cool, Sita, being herself, is always clear on what she wants, what she likes and dislikes. For them to fight is very very rare.

"God, no. She kicked me out of the room because it was too hot, she said I'm a human heater," he said and lightly pouted. You let out a small laugh.

"she's right, you are a heater, and the heat of Mumbai isn't to play with. Plus your habit of hugging while you sleep isn't really helping your case." you teased, kissing his pout off. His eyebrows furrowed. "I can't even cuddle my girls without being rejected," he joked. You love it when Kid is comfortable. When it just the three of you, you get to see this side of him.

"baby?" a sleepy voice interrupted you two you turned around to see Sita with sleepy eyes standing in front of the room.

"hey, pretty girl, come here," you smiled at your girl, fuck even when she just woke up she's so incredibly beautiful. Sita sits herself between Kid and you, playfully pushing Kid away from you earning a small whine from Kid. He positione her so that she's sitting on his lap. On of her hand thrown over his shoulder she lazily kissed him

You smiled and softly placed your thumb on her chin, caressing before leading her in. She smiled and kissed you next.

"how was your nap?" Sita had thrown both her legs into your lap, you chuckled and brought her hand to kiss her palm.

"was good, without the heater bothering me." she joked, Kid tickled her side earning a yelp form her.

"Did I wake you up, sweetheart?" you asked softly, she just shook her head. Taking your hand in hers and begun her favourite pass time. Drawing random shapes on your palm.

"it's raining outside, it got cold," she replied, her fingers tracing letters in your palm. 'I <3 u` again and again and you smiled.

"is that why you came out? To be with the heater?" Kid asked, his arm thrown over your shoulder to pull you closer, you end up with your head on his chest while Sita's head on his neck.

Just what you need after a long day.

Sita didn't answer just let out a small laugh and yelp once again when he tickled her side. "Kidd!" she whined, now switching form drawing letters in your palm to kissing your fingers, almost even suckling on them.

Kid on the other hand has had his nose buried in your hair. Obviously sniffing the hell out of them.

"you two are awfully clingy today," you laughed into Kid's chest, eyes pinned on how pretty Sita's lips are kissing your fingers like that. You're glad that she's comfortable enough to let her oral fixation out and about. She used to say she's insecure about it and try not to do it in public.

"we missed you," Sita said softly before taking her head off of Kid's neck, tilting your chin and kissed your lips. You hummed into the kiss.

"hopefully this thing die down a little soon, I've got my contact for fake IDs already, even all the papers we need, just need this to die down and we can move on," Kid said and sighed. Sita though looked particularly interested. "what?" Kid asked confused. You just laughed because you know your girl all too well.

"you talking about all these matter makes her hot and bothered," you joked which made Sita blush. "hey!" she tried to defend herself before burying her face into Kid's neck, hiding from both of you.Kid chuckled and raised his hand to run it through her hair.

"hot and bothered hm?" he looked over to you with a smirk. You chucked. "such a tease," you laughed at him and kissed his lips, Sita turned her head again, pulling your hand towards her lips and kissed them again.

"i could fall asleep like this," you admitted, earning a him from Kid. A yawn escaped your lips. You looked over to Sita and chuckled when she's settled into placed your index finger into her mouth.

"I might fall asleep," you said again eyes now closed. Kid's hand that was resting on your arm softly move to pat you "sleep, I'll lift you later," you answer with a hum. You felt a kiss on your head and before you know it you're snoring like a baby.

[tinkerbelle05]

Pavitr x fem reader PRETTY PLEASEE 🥺

Options:

- When your out with him, and alot of men are staring ( Jealous HEADCANONS )

- Angst

- Fluff

- How he is when your sick.

Why did you leave me?

Characters: Pavitr Prabhakar x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: After some months of dating Pavitr, he wants to break up with you but he wouldn’t tell you why. (Requested) Thanks for the request darling 💕

Warning: Heartbreak, sad times y’all

Jaanu = Beloved

You noticed something was off about Pavitr. The change was almost overnight. Like one day, he’s his usual cheerful and touchy self and now, he can barely look you in the eye and he can’t even hold your hand. The conversations, if there are any, are short and stifled. It’s like he’s walking on eggshells around you.

It made you feel conflicted. On one hand, you felt jaded, silted, vexed. Like every negative emotion manifested in you whenever he ignored you, whenever the 3 am 5 hour calls turned into 10-20 minutes, whenever he pulled away. It made you want to scream and shake him.

But a part of you was worried for him. Something was off with him but he wouldn’t tell you. He wouldn’t tell anyone. And it’s hurting him.

“Hey Pav,” you greeted him and smiled. It was a free period during school so you were just walking the walls.

He gave you a bright smile, “Hey, how’s your day going?”

You two engaged in casual conversation and for a minute it was like the old days but there was something off about Pavitr. His laughs weren’t the same and not once has he hugged you longer for than 30 seconds. This is the same guy that can’t go without 5 minutes holding your hand or even just idly playing with your fingers

You leaned against a wall and took a breath, “Pav, is there something wrong?”

He stopped mid sentence and looked at you with wide eyes and he froze for a moment. Then his face fell, it crumbled like sand. But for a moment, just a moment. You blinked and his smile was back in its place. But it’s manufactured and fake.

So obviously fake.

You stepped closer to him and held his face softly. You ran your fingers up and down his cheek in a soothing manner and touched your foreheads together. You spoke low and slow so he’s the only one that could hear.

“Pav, you can tell me what’s bothering you. I will not judge you for it, promise.” You told him and meant every word. You desperately hoped he knew you meant every word.

He sighed deep and long, his eyes closed, and all he could mumble were a string of sorrys. Confused by it you held him close and rested his head in the nook between your neck and head.

The next day he broke it off with you.

It was short, he came to your apartment, saying that he wanted to talk. You knew something was off when he didn’t walk right past you to chat with your mom. When he didn’t tickle your little sister. When he didn’t waltz into your room and lounge on your bed like it was his.

It was two words and he left.

“We’re done.” And his back was turned to you as he walked away.

It was simple and cruel. 4 years of laughing, smiling, kissing, hugging. Gone in less than 5 minutes. You didn’t know how to react. To cry, laugh, chase him down to throw something at him.

You wordlessly walked to the roof to your building using the railing from your bedroom window. You ignored the questioning glances of your family.

Leaning against the railing you looked at the city. It’s night time but there’s no difference in the amount of sounds or lights. It wasn’t quiet by any means but it was calming to you. People talking, motorcycles revving up, and taxis honking helped distract you from your breakup.

You still couldn't make sense of it. You knew that things were rough between you two but you thought you got to him yesterday.

He put his head on your shoulder! He was fine with you holding him! So why...why?

Um, hi…” you heard a voice and whooshed. You turned around to see that it was Spiderman. Technically Pavitr as Spiderman. But it was still him. The boy that you loved but broke your heart anyway.

You violently turned back around and yelled at him, “Go away! I don’t want to see you right now.”

You were beyond angry. You were livid, enraged, bitter. You didn’t have the words to describe what you were feeling, what you were thinking. You wanted to scream at him, to ask him why, to cry into his arms.

“Just…just let me explain,” he told you and walked to get closer but you backed away from him.

“You couldn’t have explained it as Pavitr! You had to go and get dressed up in your costume to explain why you broke my heart!” You screamed at him, with every word your voice getting louder and louder.

You both stood inches apart from one another. You could not tell what facial expression he had on, whether he was glaring at you, crying with you, or smirking.

You did not want to believe that Pavitr was enjoying your pain but you clearly didn’t know him as well as you thought you did. The boy you loved wouldn't leave you like that.

You reached to take the mask off of his face. You wanted to see him.

“Why?” Was all you asked of him.

He took the mask from your hands and sighed deeply. “I just wanted to protect you. As Spiderman, I have a lot of enemies. I just wanted to protect you, that’s all.”

You stared at him as he’s telling you this. Both of you had these kinds of concerns when he first told you. What if a villain tracked you down, used you as leverage, etc, etc.

“But we have protocols in place in case something like that happens. Pav, is there something else? Because you've been off all week.”

“No, no nothing else. I just thought that this is for the best. I just want to keep you safe from all of this,” he responded.

“Pav, I know you. I know when you are lying to me. You are lying!” You argued back at him. This was frustrating. This was so frustrating. You knew he was lying about something. You knew it. You know him.

Through your tears, you watched as Pavtir put the mask on. “Jaanu, I'm not lying to you. I love you, I always have and always will. And because I love you, I have to leave.”

“But this is not love, Pavitr! If you love me like you claim you do then, you would tell me what it is. You will not be vague about it and you will not shut me out! You will not break up with someone that you’ve been with for 4 years with no explanation and then just leave them at their doorstep. You will not!” You snapped at him.

The tears were running, staining your attempt at eyeliner, and your voice was strained from the constant yelling. And now you're just tired. This was getting nowhere.

You turn to the exit, “Okay, Pavitr. If you want to lie to my face then fine. Goodbye.”

But before you could leave, you sensed him still. Waiting. For what? You didn't know. A part of you hoped that this is where he’ll finally tell you. He’ll tell you everything. But the longer you stood there waiting, the more you realized that this was truly happening.

You marched up to him and slapped him. It was loud but not painful because as much as you hated him, you couldn't truly hurt him. But you wanted him to feel a fraction of what he put you through.

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[ravenwraithe]

A Phone Call Away

this is just goldenpunk fluff idk what else to tell you, there's no plot to this

“Hi,” Pav whispered, as soon as the call connected.

“‘ello,” Hobie hummed. “Wha’ are ya’ upto?”

“Nothing, I’m just out getting some groceries. Auntie sent me out and told me not to come back, until I find the brand of tea she likes,”  Pav smiled and Hobie could feel the sun shining on his face. Then he frowned. “Are you still in bed?” 

Hobie laughed. ”I was readin’ a book,” He said, holding up 1984.

“Gadhe. Tell me you've eaten something, at least,” Pav shook his head, putting a bag of potatoes in his cart.

“Ate some leftover chips, luv’, don’t worry about it.”

“I am going to worry, it’s like 2 in the afternoon at yours, and you’re still in bed. I’m not even there to cook you something.” Pav whined. Hobie felt something warm curl up in his chest.

“Awwh, babe, you love me?”

“Of course, janemann, I love you so much.”  Pav held up a pack of tiny biscuits Hobie recognised to be ‘little hearts’. “I would literally kill to kiss you right now.”

“I’d die to kiss ya’.”

“Yeah.” Pavi stared at something off camera, doing some calculations with his unoccupied hand. “Hey, do you think I should get the family pack for 150 rupees or buy two 4-packs of maggi at 160?” He turned to the camera, showing a yellow pack of noodles to Hobie.

“I don't even know the difference,” said Hobie, finally getting up from his bed, looking for the copper water bottle Pav had bought for him.

Pav hummed, “I’m getting the two 4 packs,” He dumped the said items into his cart. “Should I get schezwan chutney for you?”

“The red spicy one? Oh fuck yea’ ov' course,” He said, watching the shirt ride up Pav’s shirt as he reached for the sauce on the top shelf. “It too high for you, shona?” Hobie asked, seeing the predictable blush rise up Pav's face at the hindi pet name. He loved it when Hobie tried and butchered hindi.

“Jaanu, you know I'm in public. I can't respond like I want to, that's so unfair.”

“I know, mere subah ki kiran,” He said, voice raspy, words feeling unusually rounded yet familiar.

“Hobie!”

Hobie laughed. He could see the deep, almost-maroon blush high on Pav’s cheeks. 

“Have you been learning from Gayatri again?” Pav asked, voice accusatory, and a sparkle in his eyes.

“I'm not gunna conform o' deny tha',” Hobie finally found the bottle under the bed, and drained it.

“I love you so much, you ass.”

“I love ya too. Wha' time is it at yours now?”

“Around eight pm, why do you ask?”

“I thought we’d eat together, you could have dinner early and I'd’ve a late brekkie.”

“It’s a late lunch at this point,” Pav scolded. “But yes, I'd like that. What are we eating?

“Mac n' cheese?”

“You know that auntie would kill me if i told her that's my dinner.”

“Jus' tell her it's a snack.”

“You are the snack,” Pavi giggled, highly weird behaviour when in public, but Hobie liked the thought of them being disgustingly cute for everyone to see. Everyone to see their love. Everyone to see how important Pav is to him.

Another part begged him to hide Pav away bc what if his enemies hurt Pav to get at him?

Hobie shook his head, because what enemies did he have? He was a tattoo artist and Pav was a physics academic. It's not like they were fighting supervillains everyday.

Pav thought the head shaking was for his comment because he doubled down. “No you definitely are.” 

“Does tha' mean you wanna eat me instead ov' the mac n’ cheese?”

“No- I mean- Yes, but what the fuck Hobie, I’m literally at the supermarket, and yes I have earphones in, but-” Someone knocks into Pav.

Hobie recognised the glint of her earrings a moment before he heard her voice. “Oh my god, Pav! You didn't tell me you were back in India?”

“Gayatri! I'm sorry, I came back like 3 days ago, and I've been too busy with packing Maya auntie’s things, I literally forget to sleep,” Pav laughed.

“Sounds like an excuse, Pavitr Prabhakar, you little bitch. If you had let me know, I'd have helped you.”

“That's exactly why I didn't tell you, aren't you working on that new movie? With Ranveer Singh in it?”

“So what, I could make time? And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't help Maya auntie and you to pack her things- Where's she going by the way?”

“Oh, uh- she's moving to the UK, in with us.”

“Oh, she's leaving?”

“Yeah, Hobie and I thought it'd be better if she lived with us and UK has better resources aur sach bolun to unko mujhe apne paas hi rakhna hai.”

“Yeah that's good, I'm going to miss her, I'll miss you both,” Gayatri's voice seemed sad. “But now I've got an excuse to barge into your house.”

“Wasn't I reason enough?”

“You? yes. Hobie? yes. Dono saath mein? Nope, thank you I'm pretty sure I’d have to bleach my eyes.”

“Thats-”

“Shut it. Speaking of hobie, show me the ring?”

Hobie watched as Pav swapped hands, bringing up his left ring finger into view, a familiar ring shining under the harsh grocery store lights.

Gayatri muffled a squeal. Pav’s grin was so wide that Hobie thought it was bleeding off him to Gayatri and him because Hobie found himself smiling into the cabinets as he took out a box of pasta.

“Ohh! kitna pyaara hai! is that real moonstone?”

“Yeah, it's covered with a thin layer of artificial diamond, it's custom made.”

“I'm so jealous. if my next partner doesn't put in at least this amount of effort, i'm breaking up,” Gayatri shoved Pav gently.

“Hobie would love to hear that. Hey, Hobie, did you hear that?” Pav turned to Hobie gleefully, Gayatri butting into the frame with a delighted look.

“Hi Angrez, wasn't stealing Pav’s heart enough? You had to take Maya auntie too?”

“Oh you can’t hear him, take my other earbud.”

Gayatri takes it, sticking out a tongue at both of them.

“Hello guruji,  you are the one 'elpin' me charm them,” Hobie saluted her with the spoon he was using to scoop out salt.

“Oh my god you are so impossible, what's the status on the Kohinoor?”

“Still on the king's head, regrettably.”

“You promised to get it back if I let you have Pav-”

“Hey, am I a tradable commodity now?”

“-at this rate you have to return the entire British museum, including interest.”

“I'd gladly do tha' on its own.”

“I’m going to accompany Pav to yours to make sure you do just that. Okay, guys, you can get back to your mushiness. I need to get going.” Gayatri waved at him and handed Pav his earbud, disappearing out of frame.

Pav looked at him with a giddy smile “I saw you put pasta in water, what do you want to bet I can check this out and get a take out box in ten minutes?”

“Not one euro or a rupee, I know ya can, including Maya auntie’s favourite tea.”

“I already found it,” Pav held up a box and Hobie couldn't resist blowing a kiss.

“You're on then,” He said, holding up a bag of shredded mozzarella. “Let’s see who gets mac n’ cheese done first.”

___

Translation:

gadhe - you ass (but this is the animal ass)

janemann - love of my life (not exactly but close enough)

maggi - verrrryyy popular desi masala ramen noodles

copper infusion water is considered healthy hence the copper bottle

schezwan chutney - a chilli garlic paste its delicious idk the recipe

shona - gold/love

jaanu - my life

mere subah ki kiran - my morning sunshine

Ranveer Singh - famous actor

aur sach bolun to unko mujhe apne paas he rakhna hai - and to be honest, i want her to stay close to me

dono saath me - both of you together

kitna pyaara hai - its so cute

angrez - foreigner (of the english kind)

guruji - extremely respectful word for teacher (when i say extremely respectful i mean it)

kohinoor - famous diamond stolen from india during British Raj

A/N:

this took me forever to edit

i tried a different process of writing which was quicker to finish but took so long to edit iwndiedksndid but ill do this again bc i like this way much better

this fic was inspired by my parents shout out to them for doing long distance straight after marriage with a 1 year old (me) i could never

comment if ya want more bc they keep me alive

[venusbby]

— hi my sugar pie munchkin baby boo :P i woke up so late and with whatever's happened, i hope things are sorted out 🫶

HIIIII 🫶🫶🫶🫶 MWAH I LOVE U JAANU how are u how is ur day going rn? <3 and dw yeah everything is fine now shebjsmdd

[lyricsssdotin]

5 am Lyrics

Singer:ZaedenLyricist:Murtuza Gadiwala Tu kahe toh bhoolu ab yeh jahaan mainKya karein tu hi toh meri wajah haiKeh bhi na pau, kaise batau tujheJaanu na kyun khafa hai, dil bhi bata de mujhe Tu nahi toh main bhi na rahaJo tu nahi toh khud se hoon judaa Na jaanu ab tu bhi hai kahaan?Yeh dooriyan, yeh dooriyan na raheYeh dooriyan, yeh dooriyan na rahe Na na na x(3)  Dekhu main woh har pal tu…

[hana-no-seiiki]

hiii jaanu hope you've been doing well <33 just dropping by to say hi and um

ily <3

make sure you're taking care of yourself sending kisses mwah mwah

(btw jaanu means darling/love in urdu ^^)

ily2 💙💙 but those should be my lines!! hope your dysphoria is doing better.

i was so confused with the jaanu ngl and thought you sent an ask to the wrong person lmfaoo

i’d call you something in my dialect if there was any existing petnames there bUT NOPE APPARENTLY THERE ISNT

so you’re stuck with mahal 🥹

[laundrette]

just saw a glimpse into my future where i butterfly effect myself and accidentally become this person

i deserve a megaphone so bad i need it to get my points across

[portokali]

1, 3 and 5 for book asks pls! x

1. How many books did you read this year? ohhh at the moment my storygraph numbers 85 books but that's including every manga volume, short story & play i read individually so some ppl might call that cheating. not me tho! not sure how many of those are full length books (& how many of them aren't trc rereads) XD

3. What were your top five books of the year?

i'm sure the ranking will change, but for what it's worth:

v. the true deceiver by tove jansson. this really is mostly a palceholder cause i did read a lot of good books so there's many that could take this spot. but i want to mention this one for being so whimsical and quietly unnerving; i loved the themes explored and the simple yet captivating writing. it's a very slow book despite being so short, and many might find it largely plotless or disappointing for the lack of action; but personally i really liked the vibes and how it talks the line between charming and haunting <3

iv. the place on dallhousie by melina marchetta. this is the first book i read this year <3 i've loved marchetta's ya books in high school, when my best friend introduced me to her ;__; this one is more leaning toward new adult, i'd say. it's a sequel of sorts to saving francesca and the piper's son, following a different character featured in the earler novels. i love how marchetta writes struggling young characters in their hot mess era and how gradually they improve and start carving a home out of the world around them. so near to me, so personal <3

iii. the six of crows duology by leigh bardugo. it's no secret i loved this series! i actually reread them in the same year because they are very close to me - it's a fun ya duology and absolutely the kind of easy read you can enjoy for fun; and also there's a lot to unpack if you decide to give it more thought! what i really loved were the way the realtionships and dynamics between the mains were written; in my opinion, it was some very profound writing on love that i haven't gotten used to expecting from ya

ii. blue flag (ao no flag) by kaito this is a manga series actually! 2nd place was giving me a hard time so i decided to stray from of traditional books; it consists of 8 volumes and it truly is one of the best depictions of adolescence and teenage/first love stories i've read! the art style is gorgeous and the characters all feel so unbelivably real; reading some of the dialogue felt like reliving conversations i had with my friends from when i was a teenager. a lot of trouble and angst, but in my opinion it's very realistic and cathartic to read :D

i. the death of vivek oji by akwaeke emezi there's definitely many trigger warnings for this book you might need to heed before you read (reed); specifically transphobia and an incestrous relationship. but emezi's writing is gorgeous; they wrote an extremely complex family without using extremely complex language, if that makes sense; the writing is not convulted and confusing, rather you are left to take the characters and the situations as they come, and how they come is intitially simple but with many underlying tensions and secrets, just like the people from real life.

5. What genre did you read the most of? fiction and specifically fantasy, apparently!

[the-iron-orchid]

Midsummer Masquerade, Day 1: Jinasrian (Group Sex, Orgasm Denial)

“Not yet, Ilya.” Asra pauses in the motion of his hips, but Julian does not pause in the motion of his mouth. “Not until we say so.”

Jinana laughs, leaning in to sink hir teeth lightly into the fullness of Asra’s lower lip. “Very good, jaanu. Keep him in his place. He loves to be there.”

(Links to 4 different, uncensored angles under the cut, along with warnings. 🔞🍋 Minors DNI!)

Warnings: threesome sex, anal sex, oral-vaginal sex, very visible XX and XY bits.

Angle 1: Full version, wide angle

Angle 2: Closeup on smooch

Angle 3: View from above

Angle 4: Julian doing what Julian does best

[harryhoney-bee]

Pleaseeeeee wrote some indian y/n pregnancy stufff

Jaanu - desi!yn

Summary: Reader and Harry celebrating Godh Bharai, plus Harry helping reader with tender breasts, plus Harry being wrapped around his unborn daughter's fingers <3

Word count: 1.1k sorry it's small!!

Huge thanks to my friend @sunandherflores who helped me with the pieces of information and making sure everything was right, I love you!!!

..

Harry and Y/n had just got into their room in Y/n’s mother’s house, they were staying there for a week and couldn’t be happy to spend the time with her family. The couple had just left Y/n’s Godh Bharai, a ceremony to bless the mommy-to-be and welcome the unborn baby into the family. The celebration was amazing, Y/n had dressed up in her most beautiful lehenga, golden jewelry was adorning her body from head to toe.

Her sister had the amazing idea to hire Mehndi artists, so all guests, including her and Harry, had the skin of their hands decorated with henna designs. They would last for probably two weeks. Y/n’s feet were hurting from all the dancing and her belly full with the amount of food she had eaten, but hey, it was all for the baby (or at least that’s what she told Harry after she had the 8th portions of rasgulla.)

"Harry, I'm so tired," y/n said with a pout on her face, kicking off her shoes to the corner of the bed carelessly.

Harry rolled his eyes, picking up her shoes and putting them by the side of the bed, where they are supposed to be. "So messy," he mumbled under his breath, taking his own shoes off and turning to his wife, who was, of course, the highlight of the party. Even though the commemoration was for her, Y/n always found herself surrounded by friends and family because of her warm-hearted personality, which was one of the reasons they had met years ago.

She was visiting an art gallery on a Sunday afternoon, looking at the paintings on the walls with a silly expression on her face, her friend Adya said something to her, which made the girl laugh loudly, the room was quiet, making her laughter travel to the other part of the gallery, where Harry was. The man was quickly looking around, trying to find where the sound was coming from, that's when he saw Y/n, and he decided that he had to talk to her.

Years later they were at her mother's home, commemorating the baby shower of their child, who was coming to the world in two months.

"Of course you are tired, my love, you are seven months pregnant but danced like there was no baby here," he got closer to Y/n, helping her sit on the edge of the bed with a hand on her lower back.

"But the baby wanted to dance too, right Mishti?" She looked down, putting her hands on her belly. "You're gonna be a dancer like your maa?" Harry watched his wife speaking with their child, a radiant smile on his face, but the smile turned into a frown when Y/n's expression changed from happiness to pain.

"What happened? Everything ok?" Harry asked worriedly. "Oh my God, did your water break?!" The man watched his whole life running through his eyes.

Should he call Y/n's mom? Maybe an ambulance? Oh, he definitely should call an ambulance.

"What? No! Are you crazy?" Y/n asked, looking at Harry as if he was insane. "Your daughter just kicked me, maybe she will be a soccer player instead of a dancer."

Harry calmed down with Y/n's words, he smiled and bent over to kiss Y/n’s belly. “My Mishthu, daddy loves you so much, but please be nice to your mummy, she's so kind to you, isn't she?”

Y/n patted Harry's curly hair, feeling another kick, almost like the baby recognized her father's voice. "Oh you seem to like your papa, every time he is around you want his attention," Y/n spoke to her belly. "But I don't blame you, I also want his attention all the time."

"What did your mother put in your Pakora to get you so cheeky today?" He asked playfully.

"I don't know, just love, I think," she answered, a yawn leaving her mouth right after. "Maybe she put some sleeping pills too, I feel like a truck ran over me."

Harry gave her belly a last kiss before sitting by Y/n's side putting an arm on her shoulder so she could lean into his body.

“Can you help me out of those clothes, jaan? I think I’m going to take a nap,” she said after 5 minutes of confirming silence.

Harry quickly agreed, asking Y/n to lift her arms for him to take off her red top, leaving her neck chest exposed. “My boobs are hurting, I thought they would only get this sensitive during breastfeeding, but I guess I was wrong,” she complained.

“I’ll give you a massage later, alright? Let’s just take your jewelry and skirt off so you and babu can be comfy.” He helped her raise her hips, taking her lehenga off, placing it nicely inside the drawer so it wouldn't get wrinkled.

Harry took her golden bindiya and silver kada gently so as not to hurt her face with the stiff jewelry. He went to the other side of the room to put them in the jewelry box he had gifted her on their second anniversary. On the way, he also took Y/n's favorite moisturizing cream and make-up wipes from her vanity table.

“Come here, let me clean your face, jaanu.” Harry touched her cheek with one hand and with the other he rubbed the cotton material on her skin, her face foundation quickly appearing in the wipe.

“Look at you, knowing your Hindi, huh? Guess you had a good teacher,” Y/n said cockly as he wiped her lipstick off.

“Yes, I really did, sweetheart,” He said. “Now lay down a bit, gonna see if I can help with your boobs.” She did what she was told, placing her head on the pillow and closing her eyes, hearing only the cream package being open. Moments later Harry’s soft fingers were carefully touching her breast.

“Is it hurting?” he asked, looking at her beautiful face, wishing his baby would look just like her.

“No, the place closer to the nipples it’s just really annoying me right now,” she said, feeling that warm state of sleepiness close by.

“I’m sorry, love, It’ll be better later, alright?” he ran his hands through her dark, shiny hair.

He continued massaging her breasts until he realized she had indeed fallen asleep. He carefully dressed her in comfy pajamas, trying not to wake her up. When he was done he took his celebrations clothes, standing in only his boxers.

He laid in the bed by her side, bringing her closer to his body so she was cuddling him, her arms wrapped around his body and her head right on his chest. The shirt he put on her was made of satin, so it wouldn’t irritate the skin of her breasts.

His hand was on the side of her hip while his other one was fondling her belly, thinking about his little bundle of love growing in there. They were ready to welcome "Mishti" the literal sweetness in their confection shop called life.

A/n: I hope you liked it, my friend also has Indian!reader so go check her blog out <3 @sunandherflores

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[katsuyacrimson]

Another Life Update

I got engaged my most loved. The one who sees me the most, my heart, my mind, my gender and sexuality, my intention. I vow to see his heart the most always.

He calls me his jaanu, which means "my life' and means "my beloved" 🥺 I do, jaanu. A million times over.

He proposed to me in the sky, half a kilometre high up. The view was beautiful and he did it on my birthday. He wanted to make sure it would be a day I'd never forget.

I'm very grateful and I hope I can keep him forever ❤️

I love tumblr and lurking here, I've been quiet this year but a lot has been going on. My long-term tumblr friends here, old and newer know that I have a pretty hectic home life. I'm also working full time and working on my HC Data Science masters at the country's top university hehe. Handling mental health things, new tranness, and my 15 years of queer identity while being Muslim is a lot @_@ plus carrying 3 permanent disabilities, honestly I'm socially a mess 🫠

Due to personal circumstances, I had nothing planned. I was flying to England the next day for my cousin's wedding.

He said he would take me to dinner on my birthday, but the place he selected..lol it's known to break your bank account 😅 so I didn't want him to do that. I told him "can we just stay in and cuddle? Order take out?"

He was so adamant at taking me to the 360 Restaurant, it's a place above the clouds here haha. I didn't realize he was going to propose there, he tricked me into thinking the staff was about to sing happy birthday and I looked over and he was down on one knee 😭

I love him. Off course I said yes and cried on his shoulder.

Thanks you for always making my hard days, sad days, painful days, just the best.

🧿

Please hope kind and happy things for us ❤️ thank you to those who always have been so kind to me.

[hearteninghues]

40 Times Bollywood Songs Helped In Redefining Woman's Love For Her Man..

1. Bheegi Si Bhaagi Si (from Raajneeti).. "meri aankhon ki syaahi, piya, deti har gawahi.. main pyasi thi, nirasi, tu pani ki surahi.."

2. Chura Liya Hai Tumne (from Chura Liyaa Hai Tumne).. "aksar yeh sunnte the hum, ishk toh hai deewanapan.. tumse milke jaan gaye, sach kahte the log sanam.."

3. Jaage Jaage (from Mere Yaar Ki Shaadi Hai).. "tum mujhse kuchh kaho naa kaho, aisey to khoye huye naa raho.."

4. Kasam Ki Kasam (from Main Prem Ki Deewani Hoon).. "log kahte hai pagal hoon main, ye bhi naa jaanu.. dil lutaya hai mainey, ab kisiki naa maanu.."

5. Katiya Karoon (from Rockstar).. "he tann mera charkha hove.. hove ulfat yaar di.."

6. Meri Duniya Hai Duet (from Vaastav).. "aisa laga mere sanam, hum jo yahaan milein, sehra mein jaise shabnami chahat ke gul khilein.."

7. My Dil Goes Mmm (from Salaam Namaste).. "kyun lagta hai yeh apna.. yeh sach hai ya hai sapna.. dar lagta hai kahin ho naa jaye choo.."

8. Nashe Si Chadh Gayi (from Befikre).. "lagti current, jaise nikla warrant, jaise abhi utra ho net se torrent.."

9. Tu Binn Bataye (from Rang De Basanti).. "jahaan hai teri baahein, mera saahil wahin.. jahaan tu muskuraye, meri manzil wahin.."

10. Ye Hum Aa Gaye Hai Kahan (from Veer Zara).. "ye barsaat bhi kab thame, kaun jaane.. tumhe mil gaye pyar ke sau bahaney.."

11. Ye Ishq Haye (from Jab We Met).. "tode mainey saare hi bandhan zamaney tere, todungi naa main waada.. aadha hissa mere toh dil ki kahani ka tu, piya main baaki aadha.."

12. Rola Pey Gaya (from Patiala House).. "inna tu sohna hai, panga toh hona hai.. Dil ne toh khona hai, bachkey tu reh zara.."

13. Made In India.. "tann gora ho ya kaala, par ho sachcha dilwala.. chandi nahi, sona nahi, koi heera.."

14. Leja Leja Re.. "nimuiyeh mann maila, mann maila kya karna hai aisa.. na bhaye piya ko, tan gora kya karna hai aisa.."

15. Ghoomar (from Padmaavat).. "thaare ehsaason ki raunak hai mhaari diwali, mann mahal ki saari diwarein thaare rang rangwa li.. paa ke thaara saya, tann hai jagmagaya, taaron bhari ho gayee saari mhaari kaari raat.."

16. Aankhon Mein Neendein (from We Are Family).. "hathon mein meri lakirein, meri saari saanzein teri jageerein.. de de chahe koi sara zamana, badley mein dun naa teri tasveerein.."

17. Bahara (from I Hate Luv Storys).. "tora saajan aayo tera des, badli badra badla sawan, badla jag ne bhes.. tora saajan aayo tore des.."

18. Bumbro (from Mission Kashmir).. "rukh pe saheliyon ke khwabon ki raushni hai.. sabne duwayein mangi, rabb ne kubul ki hai.."

19. Dheemey Dheemey Gaoon (from Zubeidaa).. "aankhon mein tare chamke, raaton mein jugnu damkein, mit gaye nishan gham ke.."

20. Ham Koh Pyaar Hua (from Ready).. "kahe mujhey mera ye rastaa hai, kyun naa zara sa tu bhatakta hai, ab toh hai naayaab ye safar.. zara kaho toh meri manzil sey, dekhe meri woh raah saahil sey, tu hai toh hai khwab ye safar.."

21. Has Mat Pagli (from Toilet Ek Prem Kathaa).. "baaton mein teri kho gayi yun, badla mausam ya main nayee hoon.. kaisey door rahun tere khayal se, ab har pal tera intezar ho jayega.."

22. Hey Shona (from Ta Ra Rum Pum).. "tum jo gussa bhi karo, toh muje pyar lagta hai, jaane kyon.. main toh joh bhi kahoon, tumhe ikraar lagta hai, jaane kyon.."

23. I'm In Love (from Neal 'N' Nikki).. "tum jo ab aaye ho, aankhon mein chhaye ho, main toh jaagoongi ab naa kabhi.. in fizaon mein hoon, teri baahon mein hoon, mere hone ka kar le yakeen.."

24. Jab Koi Baat Bigad Jaye (from Jurm).. "wafadari ki woh kasmein, nibhayenge ham rasmein.. ek bhi saans zindagi ki, jab tak ho apne bas mein.."

25. Janemann (from Aryan).. "naazon sey badi maine kari hai tayaariyan, din raat pyaar diya, nazara utariyan.. yeh Mohabbat hai ibadat, kabhi ho naa kam.."

26. Kaise Mujhey Tum Mil Gayee (from Ghajini).. "badley raastey, jharney aur nadi, badli deep ki timtim.. chhede zindagi dhun koi nayi, badli barkha ki rimjhim.."

27. Main Rang Sharbaton Ka (from Phata Poster Nikhla Hero).. "maine toh dheerey sey, neendon ke dhaago sey, bandha hai khwab ko tere.. main naa jahaan chahun, naa aasmaan chahun, aaja hissey main tu mere.."

28. Mann Mast Magan (from 2 States).. "Jogi jog laga key, wakhra rog laga key, ishk ki dhooni roz jalaye, uthta dhuaan toh kaise chhupaye.. mann mast magan, mann mast magan, bas tera naam dohraye.." 

29. Merey Sang Tu Chal Zara (from New York).. "main joh sang hoon, tere rang hoon, raahon sey teri chun lun main khwab.. har lamha yun guzare, ki gehrata jaye Pyar."

30. Mohabbat Aap Sey (from Aa Dekhen Zara).. "dilruba kehta hai aapko, dil khuda kehta hai aapko.. har dafa yeh aapko, kehta wafa hai aap ko.. mohabbat aapsey.."

31. O Bekhabar (from Action Replayy).. "paas bhi ho woh, dur bhi, ye kyun ho woh batlaye naa.. dil darey, minnatein kare, ab usko yeh bolo ki aaye toh jaye na.. dey bata, gar ho pata, kya hai yeh hai, dil ki khata ki saza, khud mein hai main hoti hoon kya lapata.."

32. Piya Oh Rey Piya (from Tere Naal Love Ho Gaya).. "ho main wari jawaan, main wari jawaan, saatho ki hoya ve kasoor re.. rab di marzi hai, apna yeh milna, barsa hai hampe uska noor.. "

33. Prem Ratan Dhan Payo (from Prem Ratan Dhan Payo).. "kya main dikha doon, ya main chhupa loon, jo dhan hai mann mein.. yeh bhi naa jaanoon, bajne lagi kyon sargam si tann mein.. khushiyan hai aangan mein, chehre pe aayi mere rangatein gulaal ki.."

34. Sawaar Loon (from Lootera).. "baraamade hai puraney, nayee si dhup hai.. jo palkein khatkhata raha hai, kiska roop hai.. shararatein kare jo aise, Bhul ke hijaab kaisey, usko naam sey main pukar loon.."

35. Shayad Yahi Toh Pyaar Hai (from Lucky No Time For Love).. "nazrein bichha dein, pehrey laga dein, dil pey,par dil kisi ki naa maaney.. kaanton pey chalkey, sholon mein jalkey, milkey rahenge deewane.."

36. Teri Ore (from Singh Is Kinng).. "ek heer thee, aur tha ek raanjha, kahte hain mere gaon mein.. sachcha

ho dil toh, sau mushkilein ho, jhukta naseeb paon mein.. ho annchal tera rabba, falak ban gaya hai, ab iska nahi, koi ore koi chore.."

37. Tu Jahaan (from Salaam Namaste).. "tum aa gaye ho, toh jeena aaya hai.. khushiyon ka tumney ye jaal bichhaya hai.. khoya hai khud ko, ya sab kuch paya hai.."

38. Tum Joh Aaye (from Once Upon A Time In Mumbaai).. "zindagi bewafa hai, yeh maana magar,  chhod ker raah mein jaoge tum agar.. chheen laoonga main, aasmaan sey tumhe, suna hoga na do dilon ka nagar.. raunakein hai dil ke dar pey, dhadkanein hai surmayi, meri kismat bhi tumhare saath ban gayee.."

39. Ye Tune Kya Kiya (from Once Upon A Time In Mumbaai Dobara).. "dil kahta hai teri baatein sunoon, saudey main adhoore chunoon, muft ka huya ye faayda.. kyon khudko main barbaad karoon, fana hokey tujhsey miloon, ishk ka ajab hai kaayda.."

40. Zehnaseeb (from Hasee Toh Phasee).. "lena dena nahi duniya se, mera bas tujhse Pyar hai, teri ankhiyon ke shahar mein yara , sab intzam hai.. khushiyon ka ek tukda mile, ya mile gam ki khurchanein, yaara terey merey kharchey mein dono ka hi ek daam hai.. hua ameer, dil gareeb, zehnaseeb.."

[the-wild-candy]

Hi jaanu it's me your Fav 😍‼️ May I participate in the game </3 thank you so much i will kiss you - a.n. and here's the moodboard AHHH I HOPE YOU LIKE IT GN GN

MHWAGWH MUFFIN ILYSM. This moodboard is so pretty omg 😩💞💞💞 thank you for participating </3 gonna pull two cards for you because why not

Deceit - hidden motives, lies, manipulation. The spirit is warning you that there may be some sort of deception going on in your life. You probably know this person but its unexpected. I also heard spreading rumors.

Opulence - luxury , comfort. You have seen the tough times too but this card indicates that things are going to exponentially improve, especially financially. Also hearing justice for some reason but take it how it resonates.

[jaanusbooktalk]

Welcome to my blog 🌻

Hi! I’m Jaanu, and I read (probably way too much). This is a “blog” account where I’m going to give my reviews on different books once I finish them. At the moment, I’m only reviewing books by BIPOC and queer folks. Though this may change for specific circumstances, it will be what I focus on; so needless to say, this is a safe space & discrimination isn’t tolerated. All my reviews are from books where the authors are of one or more of the communities they’re writing about - this ensures more accurate representation & avoids what I like to call “food rep” : when authors describe their token character of color as having chocolate/cocoa/caramel/toffee/coffee skin. We deserve effort, complex characters, and personality.

I want to highlight books with representation because they were so few and far between growing up, and I know I’m not the only one looking for these kinds of books. I’ll do my best to give spoiler-free reviews, so I hope you enjoy!

My reviews are usually divided into 6 sections:

1. My thoughts (off the top of my head)

2. The summary (pasted from Storygraph)

3. Representation

4. What I liked

5. Why I did/didn’t give it a 10

6. Who I’d recommend it to

^the types of books I read ☺️

I also use lots of gifs/visuals in my reviews because long blocks of text are boring 😗 if I wouldn’t read it, I’m not gonna post it!

Note: I’m South Indian & lesbian so book reviews for those identities will be Own Voices reviews - I’ll clarify if they aren’t!

Send me book recs with queer PoC & I’ll love you forever <3

That’s all for now~ I hope you’ll stick around!

Happy reading! 📖