#i tried hindi before

[raintheghost]

You ever get the inexplicable urge to want to consume all the art in the work but then you're sad because you can't speak all those languages?

All those books, videos, comics, shows, art etc you can't consume because of a language barrier, never to be reached by you.

Sure there are translations but those hit different. Not like the original thing yk?

That is why I sulk tonight.

Cause I can't speak or read all the languages in the world.

So I cant consume all the arts in the world.

[iftitah]

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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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[itsprashimusic]

rainy nights in mumbai

Summary - You grew up in Mumbai, around the creatures. Lando is with you in Mumbai, now also around the creatures.

Pairings - Lando Norris x desi!fem!Reader

Warnings - hindi words with translations, there is swearing, killing of insects, i tried to avoid using the word y/n, a choppy time jump ig,

W/C - 3.5k

A/N - this took me way longer to write than it should have. i'd recommend listening to tum se hi when you reach that part.

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The plane was supposed to land hours earlier but due to delays, it was now around midnight. You and your boyfriend walked the 10 minutes to the baggage claim area and waited another 10 minutes for your suitcases. Grabbing the two pieces of luggage, the pair walked to the exit.

Lando was surprised to find out that many taxi drivers were asking him where he wanted to go. You'd think that being an F1 driver would make him used to being overwhelmed by so many people around him. But no, this was an entirely different version of overwhelming.

You smiled at him, grabbed his hand and led him to another taxi stand where your already pre-booked taxi was sitting waiting for you. The driver put the luggage in the boot and drove away to your flat in a residential part of the city.

The lights were bright as ever and the rain was even stronger. Bringing your boyfriend to your home city during the peak of its rainy season was probably not the best idea. But, with a boyfriend who travels very often for work, bringing him 'home' during his around 1 month-long break was the only option.

You soon reached your apartment building, and the driver parked the car under the shade. You woke up your sleeping 'colonizer' (that was his contact name in your phone) and brought him to your house for the first time. Your keys jingled as you opened the door and turned the lights on. Lando entered right behind you, still half asleep. But that was shaken right out of him as he let out a quick but loud shriek which probably awoke your sweet neighbours.

"What happened?" you whisper-yelled. He just pointed straight ahead and when you turned your head to look, you nearly started laughing. "Seriously, a cockroach?" you gave him an amused look while saying. "It's not just a cockroach, it's a fucking huge one!" Lando said, his curls bouncing a bit with his head movements.

You looked down as you shook your head, "it's fine they don't do anything. I'll leave the window open and it will fly out. Come on, we're both tired, let's sleep." You managed to get a pouty Lando Norris inside your apartment.

He carefully entered, his eyes never leaving the creature. He tried walking behind you, trying to shield himself from the foul creature. Just as he was about to reach the corridor the cockroach flew towards him making the McLaren driver let out another loud shriek. You peeked back from the room and gave him a look, "Kuch nahi karega re, it won't do anything."

"I get that but why does it have to fly when I am MOVING FUCK," Lando yelled your name and ran towards the door as the large insect also started moving towards the room. "THE BLOODY ROACH IS TRYING TO ATTACK ME FUCK!" You were definitely going to get a few calls from your neighbours in the morning.

Lando ran inside the room and banged the door shut, the insect getting caught in between the door and the frame. "Is it dead, please tell me it's fucking dead!" "Yes, it's dead. Now please for the love of all the gods in India please stop yelling," you begged him, goosebumps rising all over your skin from the cold winds of the rainy night. All you got was another pouty face in return. You sighed and started cleaning up the mess created by the insect getting jammed in the door. You never thought dating Lando would include having to deal with a jumpy teenager who gets all high-pitched the second they see any tiny organism that crawls or flies.

You threw the roach out of the window, washed your hands and gave Lando a peck on the lips before getting ready for bed. As the clock ticked away Lando calmed down and eventually the couple settled into bed. “Baby?” Lando quietly squeaked about 20 minutes later. You hummed in response, almost asleep. “Is there something you can do about the mosquitoes? I can’t sleep with ‘em biting me,” he asked. “GoodKnight,” you mumbled. “Goodnight?! What do you mean goodnight?!” Lando tried to sound offended but you just repeated what you said while pointing to the outlet on his side of the bed where the electric mosquito repellent was plugged in. “Switch it on,” you added sleepily while facing away from him. Lando peeked at where you pointed and turned the switch on. He scrunched his nose in disgust as a mosquito flew by his face as he turned to cuddle you from the back. 

At some point, he fell asleep due to exhaustion from all his travelling.

Lando woke up with a start. Your side was empty and there was a lot of honking, which was why he woke up so suddenly. He took a second to rub his eyes as a pleasant breeze hit his face and made his messy bed-hair hair fly a bit. He called out to you and made a move to get off the bed. But he stopped in his tracks while looking at the floor.

Staring back into his eyes were the small black ones of a lizard. "Bloody hell.." he muttered under his breath. Lando began coming up with a game plan. He placed one foot on the floor and the lizard moved in the other direction, but closer to the bed, probably with an intention to climb up. The brit let out a yelp. He was gonna make another move when you came into the room.

"Good morning love. I thought- Hey, what's with that look on your face? And why’d you yell?" you cut yourself off when you saw his weird expression. Like a repeat of last night, he pointed to the tiny reptile, "Do you have some sort of insect zoo that I don't know about? 'Cause it looks like some got out of their cages." He folded his hands to intensify his point.

"No, I don't. It’s just part of life in India, dealing with the creatures during the monsoon season. But a chipkali(lizard), really Lando? You haven't stayed in a hotel room which had a freaking lizard in it before?"

"I woke up to it just starin' me blankly in the face!" he tried reasoning with you. All you did was sigh as you took off your slipper and headed for the bed. Lando took two steps back on the bed, looking adorably ridiculous as he ducked to avoid the fan above his head, and the lizard began moving, but you were quicker than it.

With four deafening hits to the ground, the lizard was no more. With each sound, Lando cringed. "There, done. Ab chalo(now come), you need to eat. I cooked your favourite" you said in a cheery voice, not even being bothered by the dead lizard a few inches away from your bare foot.

Lando nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up his eyes trained on the remains of the lizard as he walked. Needing to pee really bad Lando hurried to the toilet once he got over the shock of the lizard. But he didn't get much time to digest the lizard before he caught sight of something else which made the colour drain from his face.

About 3 long earthworms were squiggling around the toilet bowl, the sight making the poor boy almost nauseous. He called out to you and 15 seconds later you popped your head in after he said it was ok. "Haan raja(yes, dear), what's up? OH," you looked down and saw the worms, Lando stuck himself to one corner away from the toilet. You shook your head, hand on your forehead. "Use the jetpipe to flush them down the drain." Lando meekly asked if you could do it for him. "For a guy who drives at 300 km/h every other weekend, I never thought you'd have a fear of harmless insects." He just gave you a cute look as you cleaned out the toilet area.

Lando wasn’t sure where this fear of insects came from. Maybe because one of his sisters was fascinated by critters and he would find them all over the house. Maybe. He was going to thank you with a kiss but you moved away saying 'Not near the toilet, outside' and left to serve the food. He uses the restroom, brushes his teeth and heads out to the kitchen to get his food along with you. Your boyfriend hugs you from behind and kisses you on the cheek as he asks where the plates are. You pointed him to the cupboard containing the dishes. Giving you another peck on the cheek he moved towards the cabinet.

He didn't yelp, he didn't shriek, he didn't squeak, he YELLED. The rat was the fattest he had ever seen, the fastest too. He had just enough reaction time to shut the cabinet door before the rat jumped out on him. You turned around at lightning speed your face mirroring shock.

"WHAT?!" you yelled, partly angry with how much he was making a noise in the past 24 hours. “WHY IS THERE A RAT IN THE CABINET?!” your boyfriend’s voice could challenge a soprano. Seeing his bewildered expression made you cover your mouth with your hand, a smile threatening to break through. You composed yourself and took two steps forward. You pinched both of Lando’s cheeks and said, “Deal with it.” He looked confused and slightly hurt. “Wha- DEAL WITH IT?!” “You wanted to come to Mumbai, so, welcome to Mumbai Singham,” your hands held his shoulders as you shook him slightly. Lando gave you a confused look as you walked back to the food, “Who’s Sing-um?” Turning to look at him with fake shock you said, “You uncultured crumpet!” “Idon’tevenlikecrumpets!” “Lando, just get the plates.” He shut his mouth and turned to the cabinet with a pout on his face. 

He slowly opened the cabinet door again. There was movement inside but the rat moved too fast for him to react. He quickly pulled out two plates and shut the door. You took the plates, washed them and served the food on them. You both quietly ate your food and cleared the table. You were already dressed and ready to head out, so you got Lando to get ready while you did a quick load of laundry. 

The McLaren driver was given a towel and shown how to use the shower the previous night itself. Lando headed into the bathroom in his boxers and towel over his shoulder. That is when you were sure you heard a harrowing scream. You already had a couple of messages from your sweet neighbours. Genuinely worried about your boyfriend now, you ran into the bathroom. He couldn’t speak, three insect encounters in the span of an hour left his voice box incapable of uttering more than sounds. This time the critter really was harmless. The poor thing couldn’t move fast enough even if it wanted to. Seeing the whole scene had you with your face in your hands, head shaking. 

“It’s a snail Lando, a freaking snail. Woh tumse darta hai!(it is scared of you!)” 

“Why do you even want to live here? Why not live with me, in Monaco, far away from any animals?!” your boyfriend’s squeaky voice found you smiling as you picked up the slimy creature. 

“Because I was born here. Because it is not easy to get a longer visa to live in Monaco. Did I mention this is my home?” you looked at him during that last part and he felt a bit guilty knowing just how much you loved your hometown. 

Once leaving the snail outside you walked up to Lando and hugged him. The second you were in his arms he clutched onto you with a strong grip. Although he’d want you to believe that he wasn’t that rattled by the creatures, he knew better than that. You knew him extremely well. It was rare to see him so affected by his fear of insects but in his defence when he did encounter an insect, normally it would be the only one for a week at the least. But within the span of not even a full 24 hours, he’s seen half of the animal kingdom in Mumbai, and you couldn’t help but feel empathy for him. There was once a time when you too were like Lando, but over time you just got used to all the pests. 

But Lando wasn’t used to all of this. As a way of silently apologising for not giving him a proper warning about the bugs, you snuggled in closer and tucked your head under his chin. His right arm was firmly around you while his left was around your back and his hand held the back of your head. 2 minutes later he gave you a kiss on the forehead and moved back a bit to look down at you as you stared up at him. 

“I’m sorry. I should have warned you about all of the critters. I didn’t think there would be these many,” you said softly. Kissing your lips briefly he pulled back and said, “It’s ok. There is not much you can do. But thank you for taking care of them, my lady in shining armour.” You laughed softly. Your Lando was back. 

With a pat on his back, you left Lando to have a shower. 20 minutes later he was out, clean and dressed. You were taking him on a mini Bombay Darshan(tour of mumbai) while his body adjusted to the timezone. You both left the building hand in hand as your Ola(another version of uber) reached. You wanted to take him on the local trains but decided that the experience might be a bit too much considering the morning your poor baby had. 

It was around 10 - 11 in the morning on a Wednesday, meaning that it would be less crowded. The salty smell of the sea and the cool breeze hitting your face were welcomed. Lando was enjoying the walk on the footpath of Marine Drive. It reminded him of the beaches in Monaco. As he closed his eyes he could vividly picture the beautiful scenery, imagining you by his side. When he opened his eyes, he saw you standing next to him with a big smile on your face and the never-ending view of the Arabian Sea. 

You picked up a packet of Lays and found a place to settle down. Thankfully the rain had stopped for a bit allowing the couple to peacefully sit and chat while enjoying the rays of the sun and the tangy taste of the chips. There was some lovely music playing from a nearby gali that set the mood for the rest of your mid-morning. Hours passed as the two of you chatted, like best friends who hadn’t seen each other for 10 years. “..sounding like a squirrel-” Lando cut himself off and began dusting the skin below his knees frantically. 

“What’s wrong raja?” you asked him sounding concerned. “Ants,” he grumbled. “We should get up. It looks like it’s going to start raining also,” you said while standing up and dusting your clothes. Lando eyed the ants while following your movements. He was about to make another comment about the insects when it started raining. The rain was light, but only for exactly 5 seconds. After that, it turned into a heavy shower, with the sound of thunder for an extra dramatic flair. You were about to make a dash for some shade but Lando not following you made you stop and turn around. 

He just stood there with a grin, curls stuck to his face and clothes completely soaked through. You recognized the music from the alley, it was a song you often played on your phone when you were with Lando. It was a song he recognised too, and loved. He tangled his fingers with yours and pulled you towards him. His right hand made its way around your waist while his left held your hand. That smile never left his face, that joyous smile. He twirled you around and brought you close.

Lando did not understand a single word of the song, but he didn’t need to. The feeling was more than enough for him to know that it depicted the love he felt for you, although the depth of his love ran deeper than any song or poem could ever portray. The pair of you felt cold but energized. There was this electricity in the air that you had not felt before. The uncle at the bhajiya stall was staring at you and your boyfriend, but you couldn’t be bothered to worry about any looks you two were getting. Lando was by no means the world’s most graceful dance. But that didn’t matter. What did matter was that you were dancing in the rain with the love of your life at Marine Drive without worrying about your phone being wet beyond possible future use. 

The moment played out like those in 2000s rom-coms and Jab We Met. You were twirled around like you were Geet and he hoisted you up like he was Aditya. And the song couldn’t be any more appropriate. If it weren’t for the policeman lurking a few metres away you most likely would have been kissing Lando by then. 

A few minutes later when the song came to an end and the shower turned to a drizzle, you both finally got a cab and headed back to your apartment, the smiles and giggles never leaving. Thankfully your money and mobile devices were dry. You paid the taxi driver and quickly headed up to your apartment. You both quickly changed and had warm showers. Lando was changing into a Quadrant hoodie-sweatpant set while you cooked Maggi on the gas. 

Lando walked into the room, audibly sniffing. “Love, whatever you are making smells delicious.” You let out a laugh, “It’s not the healthiest food, but it is one of the tastiest.” You asked him to remove two bowls from the drawer. Lando gave a kiss on your cheek and then bent down to retrieve the bowls. Pulling the drawer open allowed the fat rat from earlier to jump out and scurry off behind the fridge. “JESUS CHRIST,” came a scream from your fearless Formula 1 driver. “I forgot that was there..” He took in a breath, his eyes wide.

You tried not to laugh, but it was almost impossible not to. “I’ll set out the rat poison before we sleep tonight, ok?” you asked him with a smile after he set the bowls down on the counter. You equally divided the maggi, secretly giving yourself a bit more. Lando was the love of your life, but even he would not be spared from the inevitable fate of getting less maggi than the one who made it. You both cuddled up on the couch and ate your hot maggi while it was raining outside. There was a comfortable silence between you and Lando. 

You were almost undisturbed, but right then a fly zipped by your face. Lando wanted to say something but was silenced when you put your bowl down, picked up the mosquito bat and swung it at the offending creature. He had a lot of thoughts in his head. Firstly, he had not noticed that bat before. Secondly, what the fuck? He looked stunned as you nonchalantly fried the flies, his face showcasing that adorable look of awe and confusion that made you fall in love with him.

You simply put down the bat and went back to eating the remainder of your maggi after zapping a bunch of flies into oblivion. “What,” you deadpanned when you saw your boyfriend’s face. “What. Was. That?” 

You looked blankly at him and then answered with a mouth full of maggi, “ ‘osquito ba.” Lando squinted his eyes at you before replying, “Mosquito bat?” you happily nodded at him after he understood your face-stuffed gibberish. You held out the bat to him and said, “Try it.” 

Taking the bat from your hand Lando immediately began looking for his winged victims. He spotted a pair of flies flying (heh, flies flying😁) and struck down. He smiled as the newly familiar crackling sound permeated the room. “You know, I never thought killing mosquitoes and flies would be this satisfying.” “It gets annoying when you’ve already killed 15 and there are still 20 more underneath the couch.” Lando scrunched his nose in disgust upon hearing you say that. “You sure you don’t wanna move to Monaco with me? Even the flies there need complex visas to buzz around.” the comment made you laugh and Lando smile. He loved hearing you laugh, even more when he was the reason behind it. “I am open to it, but we can have that conversation after you finish your maggi.” “Oh certainly, and I’m gonna hold you to it,” Lando’s face drew closer to yours before he spoke and he ended the sentence by moving in closer and sealing it with a kiss.

A/N - I tried out a different layout style when writing this in my google docs and it failed so apologies for the messy layout. also special shout out to my favourite online didi @revolutionsingingintherainnn for giving me ideas. And if you made it this far, hope you enjoyed reading🩵

[theprongspotter]

gimme sum starchaser headcanons with desi james (btw i love your blog ^-^)

Omg thank you so much!!!!!

Keep in mind guys that I am researching to make sure that I get everything right, but please correct me if needed!

• James calls Regulus “jaanu” (“my life” in Hindi) and Regulus calls him “mon chéri” (“my dear” in French)

• At starchaser’s wedding, they do a Varmala Exchange!!! Tell me they wouldn’t have so much fun, too. James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Frank, Barty, and Evan against Regulus omg (A varmala exchange is, when before the wedding commences, the bride and groom have to exchange flower garlands with each other. The bride tries to place the garland around the groom’s neck amidst the deterring attempts made by his friends. The groom follows suit with much thwarting as well. After the garlands are exchanged the couple heads toward the mandap to proceed with the marriage ceremony.)

• When Regulus went to James’ house for the first time for supper, James handed him a fork to eat with. Regulus refused and insisted on eating with his right hand because “it will taste better”

[occasionally-poetic]

marauders characters’ ethnicities/religions/languages

just my own HCs so don’t get offended!

jayaram fleamont potter

(tells people to call him j or jamie bc its easier, so everyone assumes his real name is james, and he doesn’t correct them)

indian hindu on his mum’s side (tamil nadu specifically)

effie comes from a rich tamil pureblood family (many pureblood families name their children something greek/latin, thus ‘euphemia’), and teaches jamie hindi, tamil and some greek

his tamil is great and he’s fluent in writing/reading as well as speaking, writing letters to effie from hogwarts in tamil

his hindi is okay, mostly with reading and talking, his writing is pretty limited

his greek is godawful and he’s barely conversational, much to effie’s dismay

(non-practicing) catholic chilean on his dad’s side

monty is (obviously) a potter, and most of his relatives live in chile or south america, but his parents moved to england for hogwarts (didn’t want him going to school on another continent to them)

he’s a practicing hindu with his mum (monty doesn’t really get it because he doesn’t speak a word of hindi so he just smiles and nods)

he speaks english and (chilean) spanish, which he teaches jamie, who speaks/reads/writes it as fluently as his english and tamil

sirius orion black

he is heir of the noble and most ancient house of black so he’s the french-est pureblooded-est guy you’ll ever meet

especially pureblooded because he’s the product of incest (his parents are second cousins) (canon)

the black family are french, owning many estates there, etc., but have lived in england for generations (his great-grandparents migrated and now they only visit france in the summer sometimes)

catholic (receiving NOO criticism here bc this is canon (no its not)) with intense religious trauma and internalised homophobia (not projecting at all whaaaaat)

sort of converts to judaism (ish?) he makes remus explain it all and siri thinks its sooo fascinating so he gets a menorah for the dorm for hanukah and buys a torah to study and remus is so happy

speaks french as his first language, and latin and greek fluently from tutoring, but only started to learn english for hogwarts (is so bad at it in first year omg)

remus yohanan lupin

(I KNOW HIS CANON MIDDLE NAME IS JOHN BUT HE IS SO JEWISH CODED TO ME SO HERE’S THE HEBREW FORM OF JOHN INSTEAD X)

polish-jewish on his dad’s side (lyall was evacuated to wales in ww2, when he was about 10, and hope’s parents looked after him until he graduated hogwarts and started dating hope (they literally adored him and helped raise remus I DONT CARE))

protestant welsh on his mum’s side (didn’t really practice her faith though - just brought them all to church on christmas eve and easter sunday)

interfaith household + being a patrilineal jew (more not fitting in angst for remus guys!)

spoke english and welsh at home, equally fluent (lyall picked up welsh while living with hope’s parents), and hebrew too from his hebrew sunday school

lyall tried (and failed) to teach him polish, as that was his first language, so remus can speak a very basic amount of polish, mostly swearing and children’s lullabies (marlene teaches him more at hogwarts so they can gossip!)

not very orthodox jews, but celebrate jewish holidays and go to the synagogue on sabbath (and he wears a necklace of the star of david that belonged to lyall’s late mother)

pieter daan pettigrew

(anglicised his name for hogwarts because everyone called him p-eye-ter (like actual pie + ‘ter’))

protestant dutch on his mum’s side (but she went to hogwarts!)

protestant english on his dad’s side

parents were ‘born again’ christians so they were very devout (grace before every meal, helping out at church every sunday, bible study every morning, etc)

peter never really believed in any of it, and would often go to jamie’s to avoid having to go

he spoke english with his dad and half-brother, but solely dutch with his mum and his other siblings. he was also taught latin before hogwarts (pureblood things) and absolutely HATED it (he was probably dyslexic and often found himself changing language in the middle of his talking exams)

picked up a fair bit of tamil from jamie and effie (aka his second mum) and absolutely LOVED the potters’ diwali party (literally the highlight of his year)

let me know any other characters i should do!! and if you disagree feel free to leave your HCs in the comments, but please respect that people have different opinions xx

[srbachchan]

DAY 5958

Jalsa, Mumbai June 10/11, 2024 Mon/Tue 12:53 AM

June 10, 2024 Wedding greetings - Ef Rajesh Shrivastava .. विवाह के इस पावन अवसर पे हम सब की शुभकामनाएँ 🙏🚩

🌺

Yes indeed the Battle begins now ..

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 💥

Presenting #Kalki2898ADTrailer to you all!

Birthday - EF - Dharmesh Kumar Patel .. Ef Chitra Sinha Tuesday, 11 June .. all our wishes for this day of birth in your lives from the Ef brigade .. love ❤️

Trying desperately to fix my phone .. and what was set before suddenly changed so tried to get help from all quarters and failed .. so frustrating ..

was wanting to have English and Hindi typing , by typing in English, a Hindi word and it comes out on Devnagri .. but despite several hours of following links and experiments , I am now very close to -

BREAKING MY PHONE , BY THROWING IT OUT OF THE WINDOW !!!!

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no no no .. no such luck .. just letting off steam ..

🤣

so been in the company of prospective script readings and hearing various ideas and thoughts , to decide what to do next after KALKI 2898 AD, and Section 84 IPC .. to fathom the conditions from market bhujjes भज es .. which in common parlance means the genius genies of the market condition personnel .. who guide and give inputs on their reckoning what is doing well, what the cinema going audiences are liking or not liking etc., ..

Agents , management experts and the lot who run their business es on a professional level and make a living ..

hmm ..

never ever had any of these facilities in my time .. we just looked for the opportunity of another job, so we could survive the condition of running the home .. and have a living ..

now it is different ..

the next generation thinks and operates in this manner ..

I just look for another job .. and hope it comes , so our 'kitchens can run'

... and have still not got over the victory yesterday of Ind v Pak game WCT20 ..

and coming to a conclusion that the pitch at Nassau Stadium in NYC is .. well .. different .. and the scoring an arduous task .. low scores and rather unrehearsed playing in difficult to read the bowler action, quality of the ground etc., ..

And before you shut me down by wondering why I am trying to pose as a cricket buff, my apologies ..

Its just what I keep hearing from the commentary box ..

And ... the commentary box .. !!!!!???

some other time .. 🤨

Love

Amitabh Bachchan

[the-great-tiger-of-mumbai]

//I forget the video, but I remember finding in Youtube and the comments how Tiger has a *very* strong Canadian accent in the Wii game. Which... makes sense. His VA is one of the Next Level Games devs, and the studio is in Canada. I always did take the authenticity of the vocal performances with a grain of salt; I knew from the very beginning that Glass Joe's voice sounded more Quebecois than Parisan, even before I found out his VA was a radio DJ from Quebec.

IIRC, Soda and Bull also had strong Canadian accents. Don and Hondo's VAs are the only ones I can confirm are homegrown Spanish/Japanese. Don's even has Madrileño slang in his speech. And of course, Bear Hugger's VA is as Canadian as the syrup he chugs.

It's a shame that Tiger's voice in the Wii game has a strong Canadian accent, though. His voice is so buttery-silky and hypnotic. When I tried to find homeland Indian Hindi-speaking actors and singers, they all had the characteristic crisp, almost staccato-like texture in the language that I thought was lacking in Tiger. Turns out it's an accent thing.

I do believe Tiger would have a hypnotic, silky voice--it just has to be properly Hindi or Punjabi accented. I've watched enough code-switching Hindi/English speakers, it's possible to find them. Though we have to remember, that if Tiger can speak English, it's likely Indian or British English, not American or Canadian.

I stick with Ranveer Singh as my faceclaim for Tiger, but I don't know if he speaks English.

[shiftingwithmars]

I Love You, I’m Sorry-Hobie Brown

Summary: You broke up with Hobie because you thought he was toxic, but now you’re starting to realize that you were the toxic one.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, toxic!reader, Spiderwoman!reader, Google-translated Hindi, Gracie Abrams coded reader, use of Y/N, swearing

Song listened to while writing: I love you, I’m sorry by Gracie Abrams

“God, he’s just so annoying! He’s always complaining about everything I do!” You huffed, having been talking to Pavitr for the past hour. “Maybe because you never let him hang out with his friends?” Pavitr suggested with a shrug. “Because he’s always with them!” You argued. “Is that it, or are you just clingy?” The Indian asked with a raised brow. “I’m his girlfriend! I should be his number one priority!”

Pav sighed. He was tired of hearing you complain. “Bevakoof” (idiot). “Have you ever considered that maybe you’re the one who’s wrong?” He asked. You looked at him with a scoff. “Am not!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Ugh, the nerve. “Come on, Y/N. We both know it’s true.” You sighed, shaking your head.

“You’re right, Pav. I just…it’s gonna end eventually, right? Canon will catch up with us sooner or later. I-If he stays around me, maybe I can stop the canon before it happens…” Pav softened at your words. “You can’t stop canon, Y/N. No matter how many events you stop, it will all eventually add up.” You sighed, knowing he was right.

“I-I have to find Hobie. I need to apologize…” you explained, getting up with a sigh. “Thanks for the Tea, Pav. And for the advice.” You nodded to him before opening a portal, walking through it with determination.

Hobie glanced up as a portal opened up in his living room. He expected to see Gwen or Miguel, but instead you walked through. He groaned, sitting up with a scoff. “Come to break up with me again?” He asks with a raised brow. “I cams to apologize.” You reply firmly.

“Right, go on then. Apologize.” Hobie says with a smirk, his lip ring catching some of the light coming from the windows. “I-I know I’ve been an ass, Hobie. And I’m sorry. I’ve just been worried, about canon, and us. I-I figured…” you trailed off, shaking your head as you gathered your thoughts. “I figured it was only a matter of time before something happened. So instead of communicating like I should have done, I tried to control you and keep you to myself.”

Hobie stared at you, a slight scowl on his face. “You should’ve just told me something was off.” He said with a sigh. “I-I know, and I’m sorry.” You said softly. “I love you, I’m sorry…” Tears slowly formed in your eyes, and you buried your face in Hobie’s chest.

“Hey, calm down.” Hobie said softly. “It’s okay, you’re alright.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, hugging you against his chest. “Hey, I’ll tell you what. How about you spend the night? We can watch a movie, and when you’re ready to talk, we can talk. Okay?” He asked with a small smile. You nodded, meeting Hobie’s gaze. “I love you, okay?” He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you too, Bee.” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, holding him close. You were grateful that your boyfriend was an understanding person.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hi can i request a tom hiddleston x desi actress reader where she is pregnant and already has kids who hav hindi names which r ver cute and she craves indian food in the middle of interviews and shoots

AN - back again and I have plenty of requests and if anyone wants to request something then please feel free to send me them.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Crazy Cravings

Tom Hiddleston x Desi!Reader

Summary: You are an actress but before that, you are pregnant…

Tag list: @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @lastwandastan, @eudximoniakr, @saraelizabeth26, @girlnred, @hc-geralt-23, @omgsuperstarg, @strangesthirdeye, @clea-strange-is-the-way, @lana, @kenzi-woycehoski, @nyx2021, @all-things-fandomstuck, @newt-scamander-is-hot-af, @moon-light1415, @candypurplebutterfly, @littlesatanicassholebitch, @nats-whore, @lady-athanasia, @chaotic-fangirl-blog, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @hyacinthus007, @shine101

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

“How are you feeling, meri jaan?” she heard the soothing voice of her husband before she felt his hand over her protruding belly. A giggle left her throat as he placed a kiss on her cheek, chuckling softly against her skin. “I feel better now,” she replies with a grin.

Tom hums, wrinkling his eyebrows as he settles down next to her on the leather couch as everyone around them worked hard to get the place ready for the interview which would start any moment now.

As actors, Tom and (Y/N) could never take a day off, especially when they were in the center of the show. And in times like this, with the lady pregnant, Tom found himself worrying more and more about her; constantly asking whether she was fine or not, if she needed something or not.

No wonder her cousins and mother started teasing him by calling him a “mother”.

“Hello, Tom and (Y/N),” greeted the lady who was supposed to take their interview. The pair smiled brightly, greeting the lady back whose name they learnt to be Bianca.

“Are we ready?” The director asked, earning a couple of nods from the crew and thumbs up from the guests. “Well then. Lights. Camera and Action.”

And then began the interview.

The beginning was always the same; introductions, their achievements, a few questions about their current show. But after that came the personal part, one that rendered the actor a bit uncomfortable as he tried to keep his life to himself.

“So, you two have a daughter together and another little Hiddleston is on the way,” the interviewer states with a smile, making the couple glance at each other with smile as (Y/N) placed a hand over her overgrown bump. “Yes.”

“And your daughter’s name is Kavya, isn’t it?” Bianca queries, struggling with the pronunciation for a while before Tom helps her. “Yes. We decided on an Indian name because they just sound so… soothing. Like hot chocolate in winters,” Tom gushed, his face reddening up as he glanced at his wife.

“Awww… that’s sweet. (Y/N), how is the pregnancy going for you?”

“Honestly, everything is fine except for the cravings,” she whined, making the Loki actor burst into a fit of laughter as he remembered the many nights when he woke up to finding his wife cooking some Indian dish or digging deep into the kitchen cabinets to find Maggi.

“What do you crave?” Bianca asks, her eyes gleaming with happiness as she watched her favourite Hollywood couple share a glance before laughing. Once the laughter dies down, Tom replies, “it can be the weirdest thing. One second she wants to have Jalebi and the next she wants to find some Namkeen.”

“I am the mix of sweet and savoury,” she argues instantly, making him smile as he nodded, leaning in to place a kiss on her temple, “meri khatti-meethi.”

(Y/N) merely gave him a side eye before returning her focus to their interviewer who had started her next question. “Correct me if I am wrong, but you were pregnant when you were about to finish shooting for this show, right?”

The couple nodded, prompting Bianca to continue, “did you crave anything on the set?” Before the misses could answer, Tom lets out a dramatic sigh before answering, “one fine morning, she comes to my trailer, donning her costume, and literally commands me ‘I want to have fish curry made by my mother, so talk to her, take the recipe and cook it.’ And leaves before I could nod. I was so bewildered and like what should I do.”

Everyone around them laughed loudly except for (Y/N) who glared daggers at her husband before leaning in to whisper softly into his ear.

“I want to eat Samosa.”

“Haye Bhagwaan!”

[easybrainrot34]

🩵Bridgerton Girlies Headcanons🩵

Characters : Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Hyacinth. Bonus Kate and Penelope

Briefly Mentioned Characters : John Stirling, Philip Oliver and Amanda Crane, Anthony, Violet, Gregory, and Madame Delacroix

Note : Everyone gets 2 headcanons with one being modern and one period. Also spoilers (from the books) on Eloises period headcanon, so skip if you want. Also Hyacinth was shockingly hard to write for, but i tried my best!

A/N : I’m back!! I took pride month off bc i had real life things going and i basically spent the month being extra bi lol. Hope y’all had a good month and lets get back to writing and having fun ☺️🩵

P.S my request are open :)

🩵 I feel like Daphne would become a little bit of a match maker. I feel like she wants everyone to have what she and her mom has, which is a love match. If she say that a lady was crushing on a lord or the other way around, she would become a wing woman lol.

🩵 Eloise would take every and any classes where she can learn about social issues and history she can get her hands on in college. I feel like El would get her doctorate and become a professor in literature. She also took time in between degrees to travel the world.

🩵 Ik it’s a pretty popular headcanon that El is such a good mom but I truly feel like Philip married El bc she took Oliver and Amanda under her wing. It takes time for Eloise to not feel like she’s not replacing Marina, but once she does she loves them like they r her kids. Yes she would teach them how to become respected members of the ton, but also how to be kind, not to be scared to have a sharp tongue, and to never be afraid to be themselves.

🩵 I feel like once Fran found her voice she would frequently have no problem holding her own in debating her siblings. It’s Anthony and Eloise r the most shocked by it but welcome it nevertheless. I also feel like El would be secretly proud of her.

🩵 Fran would become a private piano teacher to the local members of high society in Scotland. She would take all kinds of students from children to young debutantes. I feel like she would convince John that this isnt for money, but truly for her love of playing music.

🩵 I feel like Hyacinth would become a writer. She keeps some of her childish wonder and with the help of the family she finally would publish her work. She specifically writes young adult romance and fantasy books.

🩵 Once Violet lets her finally read Whistledown she👏🏻goes👏🏻HAM👏🏻!! She had her governess keep all copies for the moment she was finally aloud. And lord, does she run to Pen. She talkes to Pen about all of her work; not only giving her endless praise, but also seeing if there was anything she didn’t include. She also tells Gregory about all of it (of course against his will, but he secretly doesn’t mind).

BONUS

🩵 It’s incredibly important to Kate that her children grow up knowing both her Indian culture and Anthonys British culture. I feel like she is one of those moms that will teach and speak Hindi at home so her children r bilingual. She just overall is a classic Indian mom lol.

🩵 I’ve talked about this before but i feel like Kate would really take Hyacinth under her wing. As the lady of the house, she wants her to have a great debut, not just bc it reflects on her but bc she knows Hyacinth deserves it. She also prepares her for the ups and downs of society. She knows how Hyacinth lowkey has rose tinted sunglasses on when it comes to being part of the ton, but she stresses to her that it’s ok if she isn’t perfect. I also feel like she does the same for Gregory, preparing him as much as she can, and they regularly practice on how to talk to ladies (she also gets Anthony to help him too).

🩵 Ik this is cheesy but i feel like even in the modern world Pen would be a writer, and would go under a false name. It would start with fanfics (something tells me she was writing Harry Potter and Twilight fics on fanfic dot net lol) but as she got older she would take it more seriously. She would write romance books and once she had a following she would do a whole face reveal and would do events. She would also have undercover accounts in her fandom to see what her audience really thinks of her work.

🩵 She definitely keeps her friendship with Madame Delacroix even after everything comes out. They have a weekly catch up and would even shout her out more in Whistledown now that everyone knows. She would even invite her over to her and Colin’s estate, not caring about what the ton thinks. (Bc lets be real Pen really doesn’t give a fck lol)

[kissyjuyo]

📓 pobla night !!

characters. 🎱 sunwoo x oc (aly)

tags. oral (m receiving), car fun :p oc & her first timeS !

notes. halloween special or idkkk just something rotting in my brain THIS SUCKS BTW I CANNOT WORD IT OUT PROPERLY SORRY mwa mwa - ning 🩷

"alam ba ng kuya mo na nandito ka?"

yan ang tanong ni sunwoo kay aly. it's almost 3 am in poblacion. it's crazy crowded and it's overstimulating almost everyone.

"yes, duh.", masungit na sagot ng dalaga sa kaibigan ng kuya niya. iyon lang naman ang relasyon nila. ayaw niya talaga kay sunwoo dahil sa mga rumors nito. kesyo playboy at fuckboy raw ganito ganito. aly shows it. hindi nya matago ito. well, naturally, masungit naman talaga siya. the rumors of sunwoo is just the fuel to her fire.

kahit pa ayaw nito sa kanya, hindi siya nalalayo sa binata lalo at kaibigan pa nito ang kuya niyang si hyunjae.

"ugh. do you have your car?", nakakunot noong tanong niyo sa binata. sunwoo looked down on her. may kaliitan kasi ito. "can i go there? i need a breatherr! ang daming tao, my gosh! it's suffocating to look sa crowd.", umikot pa ang mga mata nito.

sunwoo sighed. "tara.", tanging sambit nito at pinangunahan na sa paglalakad ang babae.

the parking isn't far kung saan sila nakapwesto. sa dulo lang banda ang kotse ni sunwoo kaya it's still a walk.

aly breathed in relief, it was peaceful despite the fact that she's inside sunwoo's car. inabutan pa siya ni sunwoo ng flask galing sa likod na upuan. "thanks."

the two sat in silence but it wasn't awkward. noong una ay nakasandal lang sa labas ng kotse si sunwoo ngunit inaya na ito ni aly sa loob dahil mas malamig. walang hangin sa parking dahil hindi naman ito open space. sunwoo's on his phone, taking off his jacket to give it to the shivering aly who's also on her phone.

tahimik lang na nag p-phone ang dalawa bago basagin ni aly ang katahimikan.

"can i blowjob you?"

"puta, ano?", nakakunot na tanong ni sunwoo. gulat, natural. aly just asked him if she can blow him out.

aly rolled her eyes. "i just saw something on X! kaya naisip ko, ok?!", mataray pang sagot nito. sunwoo scoffed, "ako tinatanong mo, alyson. nabagok ka ba?", pabarang tanong ni sunwoo.

"i didn't stutter, sunwoo. tutal hindi naman kita gusto! i believe it's better i practice with you, kasi like, sino ka ba?!"

sunwoo scoffed, again.

adjusting his seat. sunwoo tapped his thigh. aly was about to remove his jacket on her nang pigilan ito ni sunwoo. "isuot mo lang."

aly went and kneeled down in between sunwoo's leg. the space was big enough for her but sunwoo's so worried (secretly) about her hitting her head in the steering wheel.

"ano pa hinihintay mo? hindi lalabas ng kusa ang tite ko, aly.", aly gave him the look. "teach me how! ano ba yan! this is my first time, stupid!"

sunwoo sighed, rolling his eyes before unbuttoning his pants. his dick sprawled out when he pulled down his underwear.

dito na sinimulang kabahan si aly. sunwoo's big, long and girthy, there's no way it will fit in her mouth.

"hawakan mo.", aly followed. her hand looked even smaller holding his member. sunwoo almost hissed.

aly tried pumping it up and down. may kahirapan dahil hindi ito lubricated. "do i put it in?", she asked. eyes still on sunwoo's dick.

"oo, ingatan mo lang sa ngipin mo.", aly nods. hindi lang naman siya ang kinakabahan. halos ilang mura na ang nasabi ni sunwoo sa sarili simula nang itanong ni aly sa kanya kung pwede raw ba. dagdag pa rito na kapatid ito ng tropa niya... mamamatay na ata ako, isip pa nito

halos mawala ang pakiramdam sa hita ni sunwoo nang sinimulang dilaan ni aly ang ulo ng ari niya. hindi naman siya normally ganito ka-sensitibo sa ganito.

"puta...", mahinang mura ng binata nang ipasok ni aly nang buo ang ulo ng ari nito sa bibig niya. sa tahimik ng paligid, tiyak na narinig iyon ni aly. "subo mo pa, aly, shit..!"

mas lumalim pa ang pag subo ni aly sa ari ni sunwoo. she bobs her head up and down but slowly on his dick. siguro dahil sa bagal kung kaya't nagiging ganito si sunwoo. gusto na lang niyang bumayo sa mainit na bibig ni aly.

"aly, tangina...", sunwoo's hand found the back of her head. simula nag simula sila, hindi na natanggal ni sunwoo ang mga mata nito kay aly. kay aly na hirap na hirap isubo nang maayos ang pagkalalaki niya. when aly looked up to sunwoo, napamura na lamang ang binata sa sarili. her hair is a little messy, madungis ang bibig, at ang mga mata ay may kaunti nang luhang namumuo.

"kaya pa, babe?" tanong ni sunwoo habang hinahapload ang likod ng ulo ni aly. bumitaw sa pagkakasubo si aly at lumunok. "can i just suck the head? you're too big."

sunwoo chuckled before nodding. aly then proceeded to suck on his head. ngayon ay mas mabilis ang naging galaw niya. nilalaro na rin ng dila nya sa loob ng bibig ang ulo ng titi ni sunwoo.

"ahh..! puta!", gusto nang bumayo ni sunwoo. hindi na niya mapigilan. mas naging mabilis ang pag abot niya sa rurol dahil sa ginagawa ni aly. "aly, shit..!" mahinhing binawi ni sunwoo ang ari sa pagkakasubo ni aly at saka mabilis na sinalsal.

"no, wait! in my mouth, sunwoo!", sabi nito at siya na ang sumalsal sa binata. "putangina.", mura na lamang ang nasabi ni sunwoo nang isubo ulit ni ang ulo ng ari niya at ang isang kamay naman niya ay nag sasalsal nito.

"aly– ah! puta!"

sunwoo came in her mouth. bumagsak na lamang ang likod nito sa sandalan ng upuan, hinihingal. halos malagutan ito ng hininga sa lakas ng impact ng rurok niya. aly swallowed before wiping her mouth.

bumalik ito sa kaninang upuan niya at tinignan lang si sunwoo na nakapikit.

"done praying?", tanong nito nang mag mulat ng mata si sunwoo.

sunwoo sighed, fixing himself. matigas pa nga rin siya. "alyson—"

"be my fubu."

napalunok si sunwoo. kahit pa libog siya, hindi naman niya ata kaya gawin iyon sa kapatid ng tropa niya.

"can you please not think of kuya in this moment? you're so annoying, i'm literally asking you to fuck me here.", aly rolled her eyes.

sunwoo almost growled in annoyance, "this will be a big secret, aly.", paninigurado nito.

"of course it will. so we're in?"

sunwoo sighed, nodding

"what happens in pobla, stays in pobla."

[sammyhasspammy]

My BroZone Human Designs (+ Some Explanations!)

My post with my human AU!

Their father was black while their mom was Hispanic. Obviously, Floyd ended up being the lightest of them and takes after their mom the most

They all know varying degrees of Spanish

Though they would change up their hairstyles sometimes during the performance, JD insisted they look as similar as they could since fans liked it, so they had "iconic" styles for the group. Those with 4c hair had high tops while Bruce and Floyd took this half-part style

Age: 41

Languages: Fluent in English and Spanish

He ended up becoming the shortest of his brothers and it bothers him every day

You can hear his flip-flops flopping from a mile away and it drives Branch crazy

I think his hair got darker cause he tried to dye his hair after he found a few white hairs and ended up going too dark with it, but he kept it

Kept his high-top for sentimental reasons

Looks the most like their dad

OCD haver #1

Age: 39

Languages: Fluent in English and Spanish, learning Portuguese (Brandy is Brazilian to me <3)

Hairy chest cause brandy likes it

Teaching all his kids Spanish he is not letting them forget their heritage

Usually was the one helping their grandma in the kitchen after their parents' death but was also interested in it before. Most of the recipes he makes now are still ones that are from his childhood

Also master mixologist... for trolls sized drinks. He tried to make drinks for island goers before, but turns out that making a drink that is basically twice your size is hard and inefficient, so he taught Brandy how to make them!

Age 36

Languages: Fluent in English and Spanish. Learned French and Chinese as a hobby

Spoke to Viva in Spanish a LOT, especially during rough times when she was stressed and would start just rambling in Spanish. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be so fluent

When they were younger, people thought he was younger than Floyd because he was so tiny, but then he became the tallest

His hair got stained green while at the gold course, but once they left it he kept dying it green

Age: 33

Languages: Fluent in English and Korean (Don't... don't ask), knows some Hindi, knows VERY little Spanish

JD was devastated to hear that Floyd had forgotten 90% of his Spanish

He had spent a few years with the rock trolls and was best friends with Barb for a while, that's where he learned Hindi (I headcanon her as Indian). When she was a teenager she also gave him an awful stick-and-poke on his back, not even Floyds brothers know about it

Went gray for a while in between leaving Brozone and joining the punk trolls, but I don't have a theory as to why yet

When they were younger, Floyd would straighten his hair in order to look more like Bruce in order for them to match. Bruce hated this but couldn't stop Floyd from doing it. Floyd is embarrassed by how poorly he straightened it before.

Very nice and/or low-tempered to most people, but he is ruthless when it comes to JD. Branch has heard Floyd yell the worst insults known to man to JD after being picked on by him, but it's their little way of communicating with each other and is, usually, affectionate. It's a cycle at this point. JD makes fun of Floyd, Floyd gets "pissed," then JD does it again cause he thinks it's funny

Age: 21

Languages: Fluent in English, knows very little Korean and the most basic Spanish ever

JD was also devastated to hear about Branch not speaking Spanish

Doesn't remember shit about their parents. Every time his brothers reminisce on them he just stands there, confused

Also kept his high top for sentimental reasons, but after TBT he started experimenting a bit more

OCD haver #2

Extra Branch one (With banter, check ID for the banter in text if it's hard to read)

[ratedfleur]

you asked for it.

kim gyuvin x filo!reader   933 word count   genre  ୭  explicit

🏷️ : table sex, rough sex, degradation, cursing, rough fucker!gyuvin, written in filo & eng

request? yes!

“baby please? subo lang, promise.” gyuvin piped in from beside you as you were busy typing on your laptop, trying to accomplish your paper whilst he kept bothering you.

you didn’t answer kasi nga gusto mong tapusin yung paper mo before you went on to do his and his friends’ papers. it just so happened na gipit ka sa pera hence why you needed to do commissions for your own sake.

“or kainin nalang kita, gusto mo din naman ‘yon, ‘di ba?” gyuvin asked once more before he poked your shoulder continuously, trying to catch your attention. you brushed him off, finishing your paper within a few minutes before you moved onto one of his friends’ paper.

“later na, gyu. i still have to do ricky’s paper and yours–” you said before you heard gyuvin clicked his tongue, “so you’re busy, way too busy para pansinin mo ko?” he says as he pushed away your laptop from you, making you look at him sharply.

“you know I don’t like it when you do that. ang gusto ko, sakin lang yang atensyon mo.” gyuvin comes near to say it directly to your ear, making you shiver before you felt him touch a part of your waist that peeked through your uniform.

gyuvin always liked the uniform on you, gustong gusto niya yung iksi ng palda kasi kita niya raw yung mga hita mo.

“umupo ka sa table.” he instructs you before he stood up, unbuckling his pants as you sat on the table like the obedient girl that you are. That’s what he liked about you, mabilis kang nakikinig.

“bawal umangal, hmm?” gyuvin says as he flipped your skirt up, rubbing you through your damp panties as you spread your legs for him.

when he doesn’t hear you answer, he abruptly slaps your pussy, making you yelp in surprise before you answered him, telling him you’d take it.

liking what he heard, gyuvin swiftly put your panties to the side before he stood right in front of you, pressing his head against your hole before he slipped right inside your heat.

hindi na nagpatanggal si hyuvin before he started thrusting hardly into you, making you moan his name as you threw your headback, hips further moving towards his.

this makes gyuvin chuckle when he sees you submitting to him so easily, he quickly slaps your cheek to catch your attention before he briefly held onto your jaw to make you look at him, “gustong gusto mo yung ganito no? yung gagalitin mo ko tapos magpapaka-puta ka sa’kin?” he says as he’s thrusting into you, harder and faster compared to earlier.

you looked up, eyes brimming with tears as you nodded, making Gyuvin chuckle at the sight of your tears. 

he thrusts into you a few times before he pulls out, making you cry out at the sudden emptiness before he pulled you off of the table, turning you around to make you face the table before he bent you over.

gyuvin teases your hole a few times by rubbing his head against you before he slipped in halfway before slamming his entire length into you, making you wail as you tried gripping onto nothing on the table.

he doesn’t listen to your cries, instead he angrily plows into you, muttering curses into your ear as he pulled on your hair, pulling you closer to him as he’s fucking you. your cries are loud and continuous, not even knowing what to cry about: the pain he’s inflicting on you, the degrading words, or the pace he set on his thrusts, or maybe even all of the above.

you moan his name, hand reaching for the arm that he had wrapped around your waist to keep you close to him. “h-harder–” you moan before he slaps your ass, making you yelp as he spoke.

“ah ganun? hindi pa sapat yung kinakantot kita? kailangan harder pa? putang puta ka na agad, ni-hindi pa nga tayo nag-uumpisa putangina.” gyuvin ranted as he plowed into you, making your tears stream down your cheeks as he kept fucking you, pressing you hard against the table, making you wince when the wood digs on your skin.

“g-gyu please haaah.. ah ah shit, more– fuck, sarap gyu!” you moaned an array of words, making gyuvin laugh when some of your words became gibberish.

gyuvin complied to your request, fucking you more and more up to the point where you no longer could speak and instead released random sounds that one could no longer understand no matter how hard they tried to listen.

“oh ano? nawala ka na?” Gyuvin laughed as you let out a sound, head ducking down as you grew dumb. You no longer listened to what words he was lashing out at you, only focusing on how he was pounding into you.

little by little, gyuvin could feel how you were growing tight around him, a tell tale sign that you’re close. Gyuvin gripped hardly on your hips, hands digging into your skin as he was fucked you hard against the table.

“labasan ka na? make a mess on me, baby.” he pants into your ear as he’s pounding into you, making you yelp when his thrusts get harder and harder by the minute.

“‘m cumming! ah gyu!!” you screeched before your pussy started convulsing around his dick, making gyuvin groan as you started cumming all over him, cum creating a ring on his dick as he’s thrusting into you.

“i’m still not done.” he says before placing your upper half on the table, pounding away to his heart’s content.

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Unknown - Review

An adaptation that worked better for me than the source work, to an extent.

Priest is a highly regarded danmei author. When I discovered the author through fans, I really wanted to partake in all that awesomeness too. But time and time again, Priest’s writing style failed to resonate with me. I could never immerse myself in any of her works, truly get into them, be moved by characters and their action. Nothing Priest ever wrote seem to impact me. I always felt like I was at bus stop waiting for a bus that would take me to a destination that everyone else seemed to be able to reach and praise so highly about. I would board every bus that said it would take me to my destination but somehow, I couldn’t reach there.

When live-action adaptations came out, I chased them, in multiple languages (I tried Mandarin, Tamil, Hindi, Malayalam in that order; Indian language dubs can be found on MX player). But then even Malayalam dubbed version of Word of Honor was a chore and I gave up.

When I heard of Unknown based on 大哥 (da ge; Big Brother) (a work I found reprehensible at certain points due to pretty normalized racial and heterosexist psychological depictions) I had no interest in checking it out. Things couldn’t be so simple. I heard Huang HongXuan (Kurt) was going be in it. Now, I must watch it for he had rizz in spades in VIP Only and I wanted more of that. (Spoiler alert – I think the Unknown by focusing on Wei Qian missed out on cashing that sweet charisma except for glimpses of it in the last few episodes.)

That’s how I ended up watching Unknown in the first place. It is safe to say I am glad I did. I never thought Da Ge will become something like this. I am impressed by the meticulous cultivation that source material underwent. That little carp really crossed the gate to become a dragon.

Da Ge is a popular and critically-acclaimed work. IMHO, it was for most parts a classist, 金手指 (golden finger) plot with half-baked versions of then popular danmei tropes. For context (I don’t want to say comparison), 弟弟 (didi; younger brother) by 人体骨架 came out in 2011, two years before Da Ge. In BL, newer don’t necessarily mean better. 

What Unknown managed to do was tone down the golden finger bits and keep things realistic to an extent.

Wei Qian got the funds he dearly needed not from killing and snitching on gangsters but from gang-boss Le ge who was Dr. Lin’s senior. Le ge defied some gang codes and sorta wronged his own underlings to that the plot can turn in favor of Wei Qian. The whole triad bit was decent enough that I didn’t mind the snitching part much – I chose to ignore it.

Removed three female characters who were there for man-pain purposes in the novel. Instead gave Wei Lili, pavam xiao baobao, time to shine.

Did not airlift Wei Qian into the waiting arms of a benefactor with sufficient connections in Mainland who would rescind everything in grief, right when Wei Qian could take over and reign. Instead, Unknown let Wei Qian build a company with San Pang and Lao Xiong which fits right into Taiwan’s SME-heavy capitalism.

Didn’t include anything that I found reprehensible in the novel.

Gave relatively explicit intimate scene.

Toned down novel Wei Qian’s Valliettan-aura to build a warmer, more sensible relationship between the Wei siblings.

Made passing mentions of novel events, in ways that was more connected and believable.

Didn’t make villains into caricatures who loose brain cells to benefit Wei Qian. Instead fleshed out Le ge and his relationship with both his underling and his junior. Made him interesting.

Got us a character with blacked out tattoos. I have listed this one at the last but this is the best thing about Unknown for me. Here’s why…

While organized crime is a popular setting in BL, it is rare for BL characters to have visible evidences of their criminal pasts after leaving it for a civilian life. Usually, they either hide it with full-sleeves and what-nots. But here’s a character in a BL with blacked out tattoos trying to make a living through street-vending. Tattoos are customary, ceremonial and meaningful in the context of organized crime, triad in this case. While involved in the triad, tattoos signal trust and loyalty, etched into skin. But it is a burden too. It is part of the cage that leaves no way out. As Le ge’s underling emphasizes, it is not easy to get away having once involved oneself with the triad. Moreover, the tattoos evoke fear among civilians – so ex-gangsters can forget prospects of finding jobs. Even if one is to be self-employed, tattoos doesn’t signal anything good and are effective in scaring customers away. In Unknown, the blacked-out tattoos signal a dark past he has shut door to; all symbolisms that meant something in the context of triad has been wiped out by ink.

There are points where I felt Unknown was rush through the plot, some others which I felt drag. But overall, it was a good BL and a surprisingly enjoyable adaptation of a source novel I didn’t enjoy at all.

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(I'm certain) I Know What You'd Say

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader Summary: Pavitr taking you to the tallest building in Mumbattan and feeding you vada paav + "is this a date?" + angst..?  Warnings: Unrequited Love, Pining, Platonic Relationship, Ambiguous/Open Ending (but not that ambiguous), Hopeful Ending, Low Self-Esteem, Reader POV, Negative Thoughts, Past bad Relationship, Italics indicate thoughts

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🎶🎵I'd never ask you cause deep down I'm certain I know what you'd say You'd say I'm sorry believe me I love you but not in that way🎶🎵 Not In That Way by Sam Smith As usual, all Hindi words are Google Translated (pls don't 🔪 me) *Can also be read as Pavitr Prabhakar x lithro!reader

"Pavs!" 

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka Mumbattan's friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, swings smoothly from a lamp post and dives with a twril to land before you. A smile pulls at your lips. Show off.

"Ready, N/n?"

You nod, circling your arms around his neck. He secures one arm around your waist, holding you close to his chest, and aims his web at a tall building. 

"Hold on tight. 3.. 2..1! WhooOHOOO!" 

You squeal excitedly as he swings from building to building, navigating effortlessly through the traffic. It's like riding a roller coaster except you're swinging. You heart pumps faster from the adrenaline rush and you wind yourself tighter around him, almost crushing him in fear as he swings higher and higher. 

"Hey", he says gently removing unwinding your arm, "You can open your eyes now." 

What feels like forever has been only a few minutes when you find yourself on the rooftop of a skyscraper in the middle of the city. 

The view is picturesque but you don't get to appreciate it for long, busy throwing up in the corner. Pavitr winces and turns his face away, peeling off his mask as he sits on the edge of the terrace. 

"Sssssorry..." 

Luckily you've brought water and you rinse your mouth, coming to sit beside Pavitr cautiously. 

"See? I told you it'd be fun!" 

"It is thrilling, but.. you sure we won't accidentally fall off? I mean..", your breathing picks up as you look below, "it's soooo high.." 

"Don't look down!"

Too late. The world around begins to spin as gravity calls for you. Oh no.. 

Pavitr pulls you back into safety and rubs your back in soothing motions. "Relax. I got'chu, N/n." 

"How do you do this everyday without getting your insides twisted!?" 

He shrugs as it's obvious. "I'm Spider-Man." 

"Yeah, because that explains everything", you sass, shooting him an unamused look. "Poor Gayatri, though." 

Pavitr flushes, eyes flitting everywhere but at you as he rubs his neck. "Uh, you're actually the first... she doesn't know yet.."

Oh, of course! You were the only one to know his secret identity. And not because he told you; you'd accidentally caught him crawl into his bedroom wall wearing the suit and you put two and two together. 

You set the street food you bought for this 'picnic' down. Seven vada pavs and two cardamom teas. 

"Did you just say I'm special?", you tease. 

"Nah, you're just lucky to catch me that night." 

You surprise him water to his face in playful retaliation, giggling. He reaches to grab your bottle but you keep it out of his reach, attacking him when he tries to shoot his webs. 

"Hey!" 

He laughs, trying to sheild himself, and, Gods, it's a beautiful sound. You stare entranced, the beautiful pink sunset painting a romantic backdrop as the last rays catch his wet hair, making it shine. The peachy colour falls on his tan skin and Pavitr looks ethereal. He wears that flirty smile that helps him charm his way out of chores, eyes sparkling and -wow, are you in a Bollywood movie? Surely, this must be a dream. 

Mmmm... &lt;;3 

"I know, right!" 

His voice snaps you out of your reverie. What the hell, you were supposed to be in control of your emotions, not practically drool on your crush! 

"What?", you ask, hoping you didn't blurt out anything embarrassing. You have GOT to stop zoning out when he's right there.

His gloves are off and he holds a vada paav in each hand, stuffing both into his mouth. 

When did he-?

"The vada pav -Mmmm!", he moans with a full mouth, "this is The best food to ever exist! It's amrutha!" 

"All street foods are ambrosia for you." 

"No, no, this really is divine! Here, have a taste-" 

You let him feed you, enjoying it while it lasts with the painful knowledge that this won't mean as much to him the way it means to you. 

Your relationship was doomed to ever remain platonic but you will cherish these little moments of your unrequited love till the day you die, alone and still pining. 

Yeah... Pavitr has a girlfriend, who's none other than your mutual bestie, Gayatri Singh. Neither of them have told you yet, but it's obvious. The way they look at each other, always a twinkle in their orbs as they speak eye to eye -the love language of love. Little smiles, sneaky looks, inside jokes.. you feel left out, but maybe it is for the best. It's like, if you acknowledged it, then there will be no denying it and this love-castle you've built in your head will collapse. 

One-sided love is like the thorns in a rose: it hurts, but letting go means you can't admire the flower anymore. And, you've gripped the stupid thing with your whole palm and now you're bleeding. 

'It's not like anyone likes me, anyway', negative thoughts begin to plague you. 'I'm the odd one out, the outsider, the one that doesn't fit in. Invisible, unless they have a use of me.' 

Self-loathing was a dangerous wormhole and you only spiralled more into it as you recalled your ex. You had briefly dated another guy to take Pavitr off your mind but it ended poorly. Pavitr had been there for you then too but it did no good. What little self-esteem you had never increased after that. 

Realizing your eyes had moistened, you inhale sharply and look out into the city that never sleeps to distract yourself. 

You loved the night sky. Grandma always said that when people die, they become stars. Perhaps, one day, you'll be one too. Watch another poor soul like you pine over someone they can never have. 

A stray tear slips down your cheek and you're quick to wipe it away, hoping Pavitr didn't notice it. The last thing you want is for him to ask, because you know you'll blurt out your feelings and it'll be the end. 

You shake yourself out of it, pushing those thoughts away. Now isn't the time. You are here with Pavitr right now and that's all what's important.

"So cold up here." You shiver, rubbing your arms for warmth. He opens his mouth to retort when you cut him off. "If you say 'I can't control the weather Y/n', I WILL push you off." 

He just laughs. "Which King of Mumbattan's Streets would you rather", he asks, holding up another vada paav, "Pav or Pavitr?" 

"Easy. Vada pav." 

You snerk when he holds his chest in faux pain and reach for the snack, but he insists on feeding you. 

"I'm not trusting you at 200 feet high. Also, this is the last one so, we're sharing", he says and shifts closer to you.

Fingers slightly brush against each other, making you tingle and stop protesting as he feeds you again. Control, idiot, control! 

Even if he'll never treated you as a lover, it's okay, because just being next to Pavitr makes your day better. 

You sip your elaichi chai and watch the city in comfortable silence, welcoming Pavitr move closer. You mind goes on a fieldtrip when your shoulders touch and you try not to blush. Maybe even lean in a little, hoping he won't notice.. 

Loud honkings corrupt the quiet air as traffic increases in the city below you. You wonder what time it is, glancing at your watch and -OH MY GOD! 

You jerk and shoot up but lose balance, though Pavitr is quick to catch you before you slip and fall off the rooftop. 

"You okay there?" 

"It's past my curfew! Ma will take the broomstick out on me if I am not home in a few!" 

"Please, N/n, aunty is so sweet. You're making her look like a villain." 

"You're not the one who's gonna be grounded!" 

"Stop fretting, we'll be there in ten seconds tops." Pavitr assures you, packing up everything in record time and washes his hands. "Ready?" 

He circles his arm around your waist once again, holding securely and swings you home, reaching quicker than before. You land on the balcony of your house, surprisingly not puking this time, as he releases you gently. 

Neither of you move and he doesn't seem to let go any soon. Veins thrum in excitement.  

"We're early", he says softly looking into your eyes. 

The full moon is reflected in his orbs, the moonrays highlighting his features. You want to cry; such a beautiful, good hearted guy can never be yours. 

"Huh?" 

"It only took nine seconds." 

You can't help but blush at how his hands are still around your waist, loosened but still there, blood pumping hot under your skin. 

God, he's so close. 

"N/n..." 

He leans in, and for a moment you forget about everything as his intoxicating scent fills your nose. You beg the Gods to prolong this moment a bit longer. 

The sound of your mom yelling from behind the door breaks you apart. Pavitr pulls on his mask and jumps onto the railing, shooting his web onto a nearby building. 

The chilly wind blows through his hair and he looks every bit hero as he stands deific under the moonlight. 

"Thanks for the date, by the way."

His words take you by surprise. Hope fills your chest and you perk up, but quickly shut it down. 

It's not what I'm thinking; he doesn't mean it that way, he's joking. 

"It... was it a date?", you ask, slow and hesitant. You need him to say 'yes' but you're not sure what you'll do if he says 'no'. 

He's just kidding. Why did you even ask!? Why are you so stubborn that he'll like you back!? 

Pavitr's silence makes you anxious. His mask prevents you from seeing his reaction and you grow antsy, unable to decipher his feelings. 

"Maybe." 

And then, Pavitr's gone, leaving you to ponder over his words in the dark chilly balcony, alone. The city below moves about full of life yet you're frozen in place with your breath taken away. 

Maybe. 

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