#sushi changer

[maybe-moonchild]

CHAPTER 6

summary: in which it is the end. oh, what a ride this has been. WC: 6.0k

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Later doesn’t come until after you’ve been discharged from the hospital the next evening. 

Since your ‘mugging’ resulted in loss of consciousness, you had to spend the night and morning under observation before discharge papers made their way into your hands. Well, more like into Peter’s hands. After he watched you struggle to hold the clipboard and pen to sign your name, he took over without a word. 

You had to change back into your dress which was less than pleasant. Red tinged the back of the collar from the blow to your head and dirt streaked the front but you don’t really care, not when you’re too busy being wheeled down the hall, out the door, and under the dreary skies to wait for a cab.

Peter is there every step of the way. 

He’s always there, hovering, whether it be sitting beside your bed, helping you into the cab, or opening all of the doors to your apartment, he’s there. His presence isn’t overwhelming considering neither of you are feeling particularly chatty. While you half consciously watch TV, he’s napping with his head in his arms beside you in that shitty hospital chair. When you start to get restless and struggle to find a comfortable position propped against the crappy pillows, he wordlessly adjusts them for you.

The ride back to your apartment is filled with a similar quiet, neither of you knowing what the two of you are. Before today, you hadn’t even been friends. Just two people maneuvering around an awkwardness, one as tangible as the furniture in your entryway as he guides you inside. 

Katies missing presence is apparent the moment you step in the door. Darkness holds the room captive, the only light coming from the windows, even that all gloomy from the weather. A part of you is relieved you might blurt out Peter’s secret to the first person you see, the knowledge settling in your stomach like you swallowed a firecracker. 

Plus, she texted that she’d be home late. Something about having dinner plans and needing you to check her in for a lobotomy in the morning... whatever that meant… 

“All I’m saying is that a 24 hour sushi spot… game changer,” you murmur, earning a sound of amusement from Peter as he shuts the door. Your keys find themselves in their home in the catchall on the table, clattering against the glass a familiar sound of home and you finally feel like you can relax. 

“You’re saying you eat enough sushi at two in the morning to justify that?” 

Your limbs still feel heavy that you don’t protest as he works your coat off your good arm, the other side hangs off your shoulder. 

You just shrug, returning another timid smile as he hangs up your jacket. “I’m just saying that I crave enough sushi at that hour that I could keep them in business.” 

“Okay. No more sushi at three in the morning,” he snorts. Something about the sound almost feeling like a laugh makes you feel a little lighter. 

“Do you want something to eat?” he asks. The way you scrunch up your nose is enough of an answer. After the events of last night, nothing sounds particularly appetizing. You’d eaten at the hospital since you were under watchful eyes, but you were more focused on the prospect of crawling into your own bed. 

You struggle to unlace your shoes with one hand, leaning back against the wall for support. It’s harder than you thought, the laces of your high tops being a struggle only reminds you that, for the next 6-8 weeks, everything is about to be a struggle. 

Without a word, he’s crouching in front of you so he can take over. You let him, head falling back and watching him, pretending you’re not making note of his mouth, how it pinches to the side when he concentrates. His freckles had become less prominent over time, once dusting his cheeks which now were likely in a constant state of bruised. His fingers are gentle as they work out the knot before pulling off your shoe, dropping it to the floor. . 

You tell yourself it's the drugs; that’s why you suddenly wish you had a microscope, magnifying every detail of his face so you could scrutinize each detail about him. That the remnants of drugs from your time in the hospital- who were you kidding? A part of your discharge requirements was that they were wearing off and your pain was managed by over the counter medications. 

Fine, then maybe it's simply because you are still trying to comprehend that Peter is Spider-Man. That you’ll eventually see something that makes it all click into place, making that somehow seem less like a dream. If he said it was all a dream, you might have believed him. 

Your shoes land with a thud beside the door, his hands finding your hips to steady you and himself as he stands. The contact is brief and you feel disappointed in how hard it is not to reach for him. It’s almost embarrassing, how strong of an impulse it is that you barely manage to keep your hands to yourself. 

So you focus on the things you can completely control. 

Change clothes, brush teeth- hell, maybe your hair too- and then right to bed. A shower can wait for morning and you will happily rewash all of your sheets in the afternoon if it means you can crawl under the sheets. 

“I’m okay, you know.” His brows furrow at the unprompted statement, like he can’t believe you would try and convince him of that. Peeking up at him from your lashes, the corner of your mouth turns up in what you hope is a reassuring smile. “I’m just going to head to bed… so… I doubt you got any sleep last night sitting up right in a plastic chair.”

Truthfully, you don’t think he had even tried to rest. You managed to sleep pretty well considering you were partially conscious and partially hopped off the steady stream of whatever drugs were floating around your IV. Each time you stirred throughout the night, you managed to get a glimpse of Peter, his leg bouncing anxiously, either half asleep or fully awake. 

“That would be really great if I believed you.” You frown at him, unsure if he’s talking about you actually saying you’re okay or if you’re going to go to bed when he leaves. 

His shoulders dip in a shrug. “I don’t want to leave.” His tentative smile drops for a moment. “You’re hurt…I feel responsible for it. You should never have been in the place to…,” he adds before lifting his head to look down at you. The words are bitter in his mouth, coated in something that tastes like guilt and shame.

But you also wonder if he hates the idea of being alone as much as you do. 

Except, when you actually think about it, if anyone else were here, you wouldn’t want them hanging around. You realize that it’s less about being alone and more about the crave of his company. 

Specifically, the crave of his presence. 

“You can borrow something of Flash’s,” you say over your shoulder. Peter lifts his head, taking a moment to raise his eyebrows before quickly catching up as you lead him down the hall. Drugs make your steps a little fumbled, Peter's hand hovering behind your lower back like a shadow. 

His mouth twitches into a little frown, “Flash?”

Katie and Flash, the two people had somehow wedged themselves into the spot that had once been his- No, no no. That wasn’t true. They’d trickled into his place when Peter had left it vacant. Through four years of high school and another four  years of undergrad, they stuck around. Katie’s room was just down the hall and Flash crashed enough on your couch to warrant him having a drawer here. 

They stayed with you. They didn’t leave. 

And Peter did. 

They were always there. 

And Peter wasn’t.

Before either of you really think about it, Peter’s moving with a muscle memory he didn’t realize was still ingrained in his limbs. He finds your bedside lamp, flipping it on to bathe the room in the dim light that sends the shadows stretching around your furniture. Then he’s flipping off the overhead light since you’ve always found it to be ugly and harsh. 

As you dig through said drawer of Flash’s, searching one handed for a T-shirt and sweats that will fit him, he opts to hover near the wall. 

“Here, just let me help,” he adds, his voice as his touch as he reaches for you, steadying you by the crook of your arm and your waist. “You. Sit. I’ll be your hands.”

You’re too tired to argue. Instead, you just nod and let him guide you to sit at the edge of your bed. Your pajamas are sitting on your desk chair, a habit you’d had since you were a kid. Peter collects them and sets them in your lap. 

“You can change in the bathroom and I’ll change in here?” 

The two of you go your separate ways so you can strip off your damp clothes in an attempt to escape the vague sterile smell lingering on the fabric.  By the time he’s returned, dark hair messy and arms easily filling out the borrowed T-Shirt so nicely, you’ve managed to get your shorts on.

That's it. 

“I can’t get it off one handed,” you grumble from where you have flopped backward on the mattress, “I can’t actually get the sleeve over my cast with one hand but I can’t use my other hands because it is clearly the problem here.”

That was where you had given up. Your legs dangle off the edge, eyes staring up at the ceiling as you frown. The frustration of  trying to do such a simple task with such a great difficulty had been enough to almost bring you to tears. 

Give yourself a break, you’d had a pretty rough day. 

The corners of Peter’s lips twitch as he slowly shuts your bedroom door. Even though your eyes are still staring flatly at the ceiling, he does his best to hide any sign of amusement on the chance that will send you over the edge and into tears.

“Come here,” Peter says, his voice soft and gentle as he uses one knee to kneel beside you. He pulls you up so you’re sitting upright and you let him, even if you can’t help but sigh dramatically. This was going to be a long six to eight weeks until the hairline fracture in your arm healed entirely. 

You watch him from under your lashes as he bends down. His fingers are delicate and deliberate as he starts to work on shimmying your sleeve around the cast. Your eyes can’t help themselves from flicking at his mouth; his bottom lip rolling under his teeth in concentration, trying to avoid his knuckles accidentally brushing along the skin of your stomach or back

“There,” he says, gently brushing your hair back behind your ear. “There...all set.”

You would mumble more than just a thanks if your brain didn’t feel like it was short circuiting. The sleeves dangle at your sides, arms free from your dress while it is still on in some capacity and you’re not sitting entirely exposed either. 

“You can uh… just… turn around.” There's a long pause and your skin feels so hot you want to die. 

“Instead of leaving the room- if you’re comfortable with that…”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, definitely.” Peter doesn’t hesitate as the words practically spill from his mouth before he is spinning around. “Yeah, I can just- I can’t see anything but, here I can cover my eyes.”

“Pete, you don’t need to cover your eyes-”

“Too late. Already covered.”

You shake your head fondly, feeling like the entire room has taken a breath. 

It might as well have been a lungful of carbon monoxide when you quickly realize that you’ll be changing just a few feet away.

You’re an adult; grow up. 

Clearing your throat, you move gently when you pull off the dress, feeling exposed even if he clearly isn’t looking and he’s humming to pass the time. Peter is humming, facing the opposite direction and rocking back and forth on his feet. At first you think he’s only doing it because he’s trying to make it as apparent as he possibly can that he is not looking. Then you start to wonder if it’s because he’s uncomfortable at the prospect of you changing behind him, just a few feet away. 

Now you feel uncomfortable at the idea that you have now made him uncomfortable. But why would he be uncomfortable over that after last week when you’d slept over? When his mouth was hot and feverish on your neck, distracted in the quest of tasting every inch of skin- you yank the NYU sweatshirt over your head to shut your mind up. 

“You need anything?” he asks after a moment has passed. 

You shake your head before realizing that he can’t see you. “No, but thank you. I’m good, by the way. You can… uh… look now.”

The first thing he does is take your dirty clothes and toss them into your hamper with ease; just so you don’t have to get up. Then, he’s lowering himself behind you and making quick work at freeing your hair from the collar of your sweatshirt as you try to yourself. 

You inhale sharply when he brushes against the back of your neck. 

Fidgeting with the plaster of your cast is a good way to hide part of your face and avoid his eye. Peter’s head is tilted to try and see you anyway before he seems to hesitate, reaching out before pulling his hand back. He must decide to go for it then, inhaling quietly and letting his fingers dance with your own. 

“You’ll have to sign it,” you hum, knocking his knee with your knee to lighten the mood. “Make it look less ugly right?”

It works, a little smile appearing on his mouth before he tries to press his lips together to stifle it. This time when you look up, Peter’s not looking at you. While it looks as though he’s studying your intertwined hands, you know him enough to know he’s staring at the cast and letting his mind runamuck with guilt. 

“It was like when we were ten. When you tried to teach me how to skateboard.” You look down too, but more so that you can remember the memory. 

“God, that was a nightmare,” Peter chuckles quietly, shaking his head. “You’re first and last time on a skateboard.”

“Nuh uh, I got on it after that.”

He snorts quietly, lost in thought, “Yeah, only when I held both of your hands.”

The two of you settle into a quiet that makes the splatter of rain against the glass echo. Gray clouds hide the sun, making it feel later than it truly is. Everything seems quieted by a thick blanket of solitude. 

As kids, the two of you had a knack for trouble and injuries. Usually it was Peter that needed some degree of medical attention with scraped knees from the pavement or a sprained wrist when he didn’t notice a particularly troublesome crack in the sidewalk. Your injuries were usually in conjunction with his when he tripped you on his way down or a spout of shenanigans sent both of you falling down a few steps. 

Teaching you how to skateboard had been difficult that Saturday afternoon when you were both nine. Red and orange leaves covered the driveway, half raked into piles the two of you had made to jump into before he found a slug and you decided you’d had enough. 

So when you agreed to let him teach you to skateboard, gripping each other's arms as he slowly pulled you forward, he’d been ecstatic. He was even more ecstatic when you felt confident enough to let go and roll a slow few feet to a stop. Until you stepped back, lost your balance and the skateboard flew right out from under you. 

Peter really did try to catch you when you fell. His fingertips brushing the sleeve of your sweater and instead, you went down hard, a hairline fracture in your wrist that was donned in a red cast for most of November. The guilt was so consuming that he climbed in your window every night for a week because he couldn’t seem to rest.

It had been nothing like tonight. Tonight, neither of you had been reckless and stupid children. A Mickey Mouse band aid or a popsicle didn’t dry watery eyes until the pain was dissipated by the distraction of cartoons. 

Nothing could make this better. Peter had been so worried for you. So, so worried that he’d nearly broken his own phone. When he’d thought of Fisk deciding to do something drastic to make a point, he didn’t care about finding his backpack he’d stuck to a dumpster to change. He didn’t care about showing up in his suit, his secret identity not mattering if you were…

His fingertips press against the pads of your own before tracing down each digit and brushing your knuckles. It’s strangely nice; calming you even deeper towards the bone deep exhaustion that has settled in all of your muscles. 

“It’s because you’re Spiderman right?” you breathe out, more like a statement than a question. “That's why you stole those files. That’s why you wouldn’t tell me how you got them.”

There’s a pause before he manages to nod slowly. 

“Yeah,” Peter says in a low voice. “That’s why. It was… a complicated thing, you know.”

Another pause, but this time, you nod slowly. What are you supposed to say to that? 

Everything seems more complicated than possible. You still can’t quite grasp the fact that he’s Spider-Man, no matter how hard you try to envision him crawling in his window, yanking off the mask to reveal his staticy looking hair or flushed face, you just can’t see it. 

The entirety of Midtown High had noticed when he stopped getting his ass kicked without throwing a punch back, how he filled out and seemed a little bit brighter. You’d noticed more than anyone, making sure it seemed like you noticed less than everyone else. 

Katie had been the first one to make an offhand comment about it while you two were stretching for cheer practice senior year. Both of you had been co-captains, roles you’d been destined to fill since freshman year that you worked your asses off to obtain. She said it as she was tying her dark hair into a pony, voice hushed and teasing. 

‘Know how Parker always bolts out of class randomly? Like all the time? Ever wonder if he’s the friendly neighborhood hero? Hey, you guys used to be close, you think that Parker has a body like that- ow!’

You’d promptly shut her up with a playful smack on the arm. 

The idea that Katie had been the one to put it together first, sporadically mentioning that she still believed that dorky Peter Parker could be the one swinging around Manhattan, despite you and Flash writing it off. At least you didn’t have to go through the tremendous I-told-you-so that she would have since you could never tell her. 

He shifts and starts again,“I’m sorry you had to…” Play hostage by a crime boss, spend the past day in the hospital and now two months in a cast.

He can feel his throat burning when he admits that, feel the burn of shame in his chest as he looks at you. Who he was now was based around a secret. One that he didn’t want you to ever know to keep you out of danger. 

Turns out, secret or not, you had been in danger anyway. 

You know that there is a jumbled mess of an apology tangled on his tongue, his mouth parting again and again like he can’t quite find where to start. It’s why his silence doesn’t make you angry that he’s not more vocally apologetic. You know he’s practically beating the life out of himself inside of his own head. 

Just because he was apologetic didn’t mean that you were thrilled at him either. 

“Do you know how scared I was?” You think you’ve asked him that before- no, you know that you have asked him that before. The question either an irritated grumble as you put a bandaid on his elbow or a yell, like when he wiped out on the MET steps because he was spontaneously attempting to grind along the railing without a helmet on.

“I know,” Peter mutters softly, nearly wincing at the thought. The nervous fidgeting of his fingers still, wrapping around yours and squeezing to give you some sort of reassurance. “I know. I know how scared you must have been.” 

He turns to face you more.

“But I promise you - I’m going to do everything in my power to never let anything like this ever happen again to you. I mean it, okay? I am never going to let Fisk anywhere near you.”

Your frown deepens which is not the reaction he had anticipated. 

“No. Not for me,” you clarify. “For you, Pete. When Fisk told me to call you… I just.” The thought of it makes you wince. “I thought he was going to kill you. It’s why I hung up the phone. I just couldn’t…”

Couldn’t be the reason something happened to him.

You'd hung up the phone because it was the only way you thought would protect him. It would almost be funny; the prospect of you protecting him now when he clearly did not need it

Peter says your name but you do nothing. He says it again, sitting up straighter and speaking with a little more desperation, “Look at me.” He takes your cheek in his palm and moves your head so you’re staring directly into his eyes. He wants to make sure you can see the intensity of what he has to say.

You let him, chewing on your cheek. 

“You don’t need to worry about me. I am not weak. I can take care of myself.” Peter’s voice is steady, confident. Confident in himself, at least, less so spilling his heart out to you again like he had the night of graduation. “Come on,” he smiles somberly, thumb tapping your cheek in the hopes that you would understand that he wasn’t the same uncoordinated kid that used to get his face punched in. 

Okay, so maybe he got his face punched in or worse on the daily, but that was different. 

You tilt your head to the side, both to raise an eyebrow at him and press your cheek further into his palm. His eyebrow raises in challenge since it's clear you don’t quite believe him. 

“I’ve been worried about you since I watched you fall off your skateboard the day I moved in across the street,” you breath out with a watery smile. “I’ve never stopped.”

Peter’s entire chest aches when you reach up to touch his face, knuckle grazing his bottom lip. Not even he could deny the way his body lights up whenever your hands are on him. 

He’s still in love - deeply and thoroughly and undeniably. 

Peter knows he’s in for it if he lets this go on much longer. He doesn’t know if he could resist the urge to kiss you all over again. 

“Well, stop worrying about me,” Peter says before leaning down towards you, your faces only inches away from one another to emphasize his point. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

Some days, you thought that not having him in your life the past eight years could’ve killed you. You didn’t think you’d survive it again. But god… you’d let him kiss you even if he left you again.

The words and your soft, gentle expression makes Peter want to kiss the breath out of you.

“I promise.”

You believe him. Relief floods your body and makes your head hang so it’s resting against his. Peter leans forward too, both of your eyes falling closed and sinking into the touch. 

Deep in thought, Peter considers his options while you focus on the feel. He’s always been a bit impulsive and it’s clear that there’s something he’s dying to say. Peter taps his forehead against yours a few times while he debates speaking. 

“I have something to say.”

When you open your eyes, he’s already looking at you. Something about it makes the both of you break into shy smiles, foreheads pressed together and fingers all tangled. 

“Okay.” Your mouth barely moves but he’s so close that the faint sound easily carries. Your previous need for sleep is gone and you can’t imagine wanting to move. 

“I've always loved you,” Peter says without hesitation. It's a simple truth; one he's never been confused by.

Love, in him, has always been inevitable.

It’s easier to put out there since he’d come to terms with it so long ago, it felt as much of a part of him as sticking to the ceiling was. 

You don’t quite expect it and lean back only enough to see his face, blinking in surprise. It’s the abruptness of it that catches you off guard. A part of you isn’t entirely shocked at the admission- you might’ve even known deep down after he kissed you four years ago. 

He goes still too but doesn’t let go of your hands. They tighten faintly like you might slip away now that he’s said it out loud. 

"I don’t remember exactly when. I think I first thought about it when we were twelve and the wood of your trellis snapped when I was sneaking back out and you-”

“Pulled splinters out of your arm for an hour so May wouldn’t know,” you finish for him, swallowing down the urge to cry. “Yeah. I remember.”

Peter nods, slow at first then quickly shaking his head with a determined look. 

“No- well yes, but not only that.” The bed dips under his weight as he shifts closer to look at you better. “It was so dark outside and it knocked the wind out of me. I thought I was dead. I literally thought I had fallen to my death. One second, I totally thought I’d died until you practically jumped out of the window after me. You didn’t even… you didn’t even hesitate.”

The memory makes your frown deepened since you had never been particularly fond of it. It still made you recoil at the thought, even all of these years later. Not for yourself, but for him. 

When you don’t say anything again, he scoots even closer, knees pressing further into your own but you don’t dare move away. His hand cups your face, his thumb feeling for every inch of skin it can reach. 

“And then- yeah, fine. Then you did pull splinters out of my arm for two hours but that wasn’t when I knew. It was when you nearly jumped out your window after me.”

Something about that makes your smile watery, which in turn, makes him choke out a laugh. If you speak, well you’re not entirely sure what words or sounds would come out of your mouth. 

“But I think it was really the summer before freshman year when I realized it.  When that kid two years older than us shoved me on the subway and broke my science fair project. Remember?” He continues hopefully. You can easily nod that you do remember. Peter slips his fingers from your hold to card through your hair, forcing you to fidget with the seam of his sweats from where your hands rest in his lap. 

“And right before the doors closed, you yanked off his hat and yanked me off the train- god, when the doors closed and he realized what you did- that was when I knew. I knew it. You looked like you felt bad about it but you did it anyway and you did it for me and right then I knew that I was in love with you.”

What happened next suddenly clicks.

“And then high school started,” you sigh disappointedly. Peter almost wonders if he said the wrong thing when you look away to stare out the window. 

High school started and you joined cheerleading and you had less time and he felt left behind. More and more and more seemed to wedge itself between you two. That resentment he carried, how his usual go-with-the-flow attitude he normally had with everything else seemed to sour when you needed to reschedule. How he’d get all quiet when a guy approached you at your locker. He’d even been on better terms with Flash at the end of high school and he’d seemed to warm up to him more than he had to you. 

Each second of silence piles up on his chest to suffocate him. His fingers twitch like he’s going to pull away but you place your own hand on his, turning your face back into his palm. His eyes study the little furrow in your brows, knitted and giving away to the depth of your thoughts. 

It's your turn to beat yourself senseless inside your own mind.

“Thought you hated me.” The words are barely out of your mouth before he’s shaking his head, so vehemently that your head moves with him, like it will prove his point. 

“Never,” he assures. “Never once. Not a single second.”

You’re so flooded by emotions that you have to just sit there to keep yourself from crying. That admittance is harder than believing he did. Hatred was a much easier emotion to stomach than heartbreak. It's just as hard to stomach his presence, how easily he has slipped back into your life, making you aware that nothing you’d ever done had actually filled that hole. 

But he’s here now; your hatred for Wilson Fisk maybe only goes so deep.

“Mine was this past Thanksgiving when you were in Gwen’s car in front of our mailboxes and I couldn’t convince myself to walk outside to return a package.”

Peter feels all the air being knocked out of him when you blurt that out, but his only reaction is his eyebrows rising closer to his hairline. 

If you couldn’t face him before, it’s worse now so you rush to fill the silence. 

“You guys were just sitting there talking, laughing about whatever it was you guys talked about and I didn’t want to walk out there. So I tried waiting for you to go back inside because if I didn’t mail those ugly pants that day, I wouldn’t get a refund. I was already running late to get to Katie’s but I just couldn’t get out the door. Then I realized that if I waited, I’d have to know what you guys were doing and I didn’t want to know that.”

His brows pinch together as he tries to think back to the memory. He remembers being in Gwen’s car, rain blurring the outside world as they caught up while she was in town for the holiday. 

“I just…” you start again, a little slower and less rushed, “I didn’t want to know that she went inside or that you two left together or… I just didn’t want to know. So I went to Katies and couldn’t figure out why it bothered me so much.”

You’re not sure that it even makes sense, making you groan silently in frustration. At least Peter seems to be somewhat following but you’re more thankful for his patience in the quiet of your bedroom. You aren’t sure what else to say, so you come right out with it.

“But I didn’t know until that it was… probably love… last week when I woke up in your bed. It was why I ran. Running seemed easier.”

He’s quiet for only a few seconds, “Was it easier?”

You think about that question for a long moment when you realize you don’t exactly know the answer. Was running easier? Sure. Maybe. 

Trouble seemed to follow Peter like a shadow, falling into his hands like it was an old friend. But you were an old friend. So maybe you, Peter, and trouble went hand in hand. 

You shrug, “Probably not.” The answer seems to disappoint you more than it disappoints him. His shoulders don't sag as he continues to hold and touch your face, head cocked to the side to watch you intently. 

“That answer sucked,” Peter snorts. 

Whipping your head to look at him, your mouth drops open so you can scowl, his dumbass ruining the moment. 

“You suck.”

Peter throws his head back and groans with the same dramatics that he harbored as a kid. 

“Oh my god, shut up.” Peter can’t help it - he leans down, his hands slipping into your hair and his mouth claiming your lips as if he would die if he didn’t act on that impulse.

This is the fifth time you’ve kissed Peter Parker. 

It’s the first time you know it won't be the last. 

Your eyes flutter shut at the feel of his lips but it takes you to catch up to the moment. It’s slow and deep; the way your mouth slides over his in happy reciprocation of the kiss. 

Finding a place to put your casted hand is tricky until you manage to rest it against his chest, fingers twisting into the collar of his shirt as an invitation for him to lean further into you. Nothing about the way he holds you, cupping your face and settling on your side, feels fleeting. 

You kiss him until you’re nearly dizzy, knowing you could keep going until you were sick. What a nice thought, being able to kiss him so much that it somehow lost its novelty and became ubiquitous. 

More time passes but you can’t seem to keep track of it, the only tell being the slowing velocity of your mouths. Peter reluctantly pulls away first when he manages to remember that you need rest from how much you're leaning on him. 

“You’re in my head…” Peter mutters to you after taking a second to catch his breath. “You have been ever since we were kids.”

Your quiet laugh hums against his mouth as you drop your forehead against his, telling yourself it’s not because you’re too tired to hold your head up. 

 “And now I’m in your hands,” you hum, finding peace in the giddy exhaustion making you buzz and droop. 

This time you both laugh, giggling softly like little kids and then laughing even harder at a crack of lighting that makes you both jump. 

“Let me just… let me.”

With his super strength, you practically weigh nothing in his arms as he picks you up, kneeling on the bed to pull back your covers. He helps you crawl in, always there, always touching you; a hand on your back, gently shifting you by the waist. 

You practically melt into the pillows, body aching and sore as it welcomes the comfort. There are so many things that still need to be sorted out and talked about before anything can become permanent. 

But all of that seems like something for later. 

“Sleep; you need it,” he says softly from where he’s sitting beside you, brushing a few strands of hair off your face and behind your ear.  

“Stay; I need that too.” Peter twists his mouth up in that little way he always does when he’s trying really, really hard not to smile as he climbs in next to you.

[theperfectamerican]

My biggest takeaway from season 6 episode 2 of game changer, newlyweb, has been that if I ever face a lawsuit it's okay to spend a thousand dollars on sushi

[pascal-et-sarah]

Un peu de nourriture pour changer. Dans l’ordre

- la France bien représentées parmi les cadeaux à offrir pour la fête du Tet 🥳🇻🇳

- un très bon sushi qu’on vient de découvrir 🍱🍣

- les trois suivantes sont d’un restaurant de Hong-Kong (riz sauté, aubergines tso et vin de riz maison)

[notoriousbeb]

Lol, the last restaurant they were spotted on that island serves sushi. But MFASR isn't about them, probably related to his Tokyo trip. I guess Little Freak missed being on Fine Line (Tokyo trip too). Lol, both are a bit of a control freak when it comes to their careers.

I think of their last trip when I hear the New Romantics line.

Please take my hand and Please take me dancing, and Please leave me stranded It's so romantic (it's so romantic) (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

But NR also reminds me of their vinyl competition & part of Style:

Then switch sides like a record changer The rumors are terrible and cruel But honey, most of them are true

Speaking of trips, Bowness-on-Windermere was one of the places HS & TS visited around her 23rd birthday in 2012. I wonder if that was one of the first times she visited the Lakes District- known for poets such as Wordsworth. He's known for the poem "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (also commonly known as "Daffodils")- interesting bts*- he revised it- en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Wandered_Lonely_as_a_Cloud. They also got some Beatrix Potter gifts for family in that area. They also went on a ski trip that month also- made me think of the DWOHT line "So, baby, can we dance? Oh, through an avalanche?" 

Sidetrack: Coney is slang for: a gullible person; dupe. Also, Coney was also a word for rabbit.

*Coincidentally, "in Gucci's Spring/Summer 2019 Collection, multiple ready-to-wear pieces featured embroidery of the last lines of the poem." gucci.com/us/en/pr/men/mens-ready-to-wear/sweatshirts-hoodies/mens-hoodies/embroidered-sweatshirt-p-569828XJA471082 (snakes & skull?) (Not sure if HS was with them yet). But HS also had Daffodils in the BH&G pic and HsH album teaser.

Sorry, kinda rambled... lol, went down the rabbit hole.

In regards to Little Freak, it’s always so interesting to learn more about the timing of certain songs being written, and their choice of which records they go on—or if they make the cut at all.

The “leave me stranded,” line in New Romantics definitely reminds me of the Virgin Gorda trip as well.

I was wondering if they’d been to Windermere! I always think of him as the beloved muse she refers to in The Lakes.

Rabbit hole with me anytime!

[regionalpancake]

Top five foods?

Oh help! That’s so hard! Ok - top five in no particular order because if I have to rank them my brain might melt XD

Campfire lasagne! This was my first year camping with a cast iron dutch oven and it was a game changer. I think this may have been one of the best meals of my life - lasagne (a veggie one!) made over a campfire. By the time food was ready it was dark and raining, we ate it under the shelter of a pine tree but close enough to the fire that there was steam coming off our clothes.

Sushi! One of my beloved memories of living in London was being able to go to my regular sushi place and the server say “Sit down, we’ll bring you tea and the usual!” Tragically that place closed when their rent went up; I still love tobiko, it reminds me of good times.

Pancakes! This list wouldn’t be complete without my namesake ✨🥞 I love pancakes, I love making pancakes, some of my happiest memories include pancakes. I’ve even made them for the dog 😂

Cheese board! I love cheese. I love cheese so much. If I can combine cheese and D&D together- even better! This photo was from our old games place (which covid killed 😭) where I ran a D&D game. Also pictured is a hot toddy because on this session my throat was killing me and I had 4 hours of orc voices ahead of me 😂 For any Critical Role fans reading; the two D20 closes to the food are my prize possessions that Taliesin Jaffe rolled for me at a con!

Soup and fresh bread! Pictured is one of my MANY attempts to recreate a soup from the cafe near my university. I’m starting to realise that the answer is to add more thyme than could ever possibly be considered reasonable.

Thanks for the ask! This was fun :)

[crumbedtuna]

Meet the Admin/Artist!

Hello! I am Isabella but you guys can call me Tuna, Sushi, Onion, Well anything actually I am a 14 year old Australian artist and SynthV producer

some personal stuff

I was born in Cairns but moved to Brisbane after moving from Western Australia in 2021, this year I am almost half way through highschool in 8 grade! I draw as a hobby but sometimes will make headcanons or post synthv songs or covers! I am genderfluid but often like to be referred by It/Its. I am also bisexual! I also want to try and animate but can't really find any free animating software's (Pls recommend some that can work on windows laptop :'))

My main interests!

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GANGSTA

I've watched this anime early March or April this year and it is really good! The storyline is very interesting for an anime that was released in 2015 with only 1 season with 12 episodes. It also has diversity! Showing rather accurate looking dark skinned characters! And also showing mixed races!

My most favorite character from the anime is Nicolas Brown. He's a very interesting character and the representation of him being deaf is really realistic, it also surprised me when Worick mentioned he was half asian in episode 5 but it was also so cool to me, his and Worick's backstories were really sad but also interesting to watch, I also loved how the JP va of Tristan from 7DS: Grudge of Edinburgh voiced the young version of Worick. I was also very surprised when I found out Nicolas was also voiced by the JP VA of Nanami (Kenjiro Tsuda) from Jujustu Kaisen!

Another character I like is Cody Balfour, he's so cute and shy I wanna place him into my pocket, he doesn't show up much in the show nor manga but he is very cute I love him, Cody my son :')

Another Character I like is Emilio, he is a rather interesting character since he has black and Chinese heritage, but I feel bad for him since he just wants to have the destroyers help him find Alex who is his older sister but is watching twilights get killed left and right. And its sad how in chapter 38-39 he thinks his sister is dead since the bastard was attacked, my poor child needs a therapist :(

Nanatsu no taizai

I loved this show from when I was about 10 years old which was 3 years ago! My twin brother got me into the anime and I'm very grateful he got me into it. It is such an interesting show and I always and I mean always would talk positively about the show.

I love Estarossa and Mael, their both interesting characters and thats what I love about them! The way Estarossa was first shown in the anime and manga was just a big game changer for me, I just fell in love with him, I also got spoiled from manga images on google when I searched them up to look at Estarossa panels on my tablet which sounds weird but ay, you gotta do what you gotta do, I also already knew that Estarossa was Mael from manga panels but I found it so cool and always admired both of them, my little brain filled with stuff about them and I wouldn't stop thinking about them. I love them both equally!

I also like Dubs and Daliah from Cursed By Light, when they got introduced I thought it was very interesting as we never got to see another giant that was human sized like Diane and never got to see a fairy with an athletic build, but they both were such interesting and I always rewatched the movie, also for some reason I thought they died because I would randomly stop watching the movie and when I realised they were alive in Meliodas and Elizabeth's wedding scene, I just was like "I'm a dumbass lol"

VOCALOID

this was one of the big parts of my childhood and what got me into making SynthV covers and songs, I remember playing Project Diva Future Tone on my PS4 always playing Weekender Girl and Out of the Gravity, but their not gonna count as the first songs I listened to, the first vocaloid song I listened to was either Rolling Girl from Wowaka(Rest in peace, you will be missed Wowaka) or Common World Domination by Pinocchio-p who is currently my favourite Vocaloid producer, fun fact I always pronounced Pinocchio-p's name wrong and pronounced it as Pino-cho-p :')

My fav VOCALOID songs

Apple Dot Com by Pinocchio-p

Reincarnation Apple by Pinocchio-p

Godish by Pinocchio-p

Be my Guest by Azari

Nightmare by Azari

Sweet lies by Azari

Ghost Rule by Deco*27

Salamander by Deco*27

MKDR(DSCF) by Deco*27

Bitter choco decoration by Syudou

Cute Girlfriend(Cute na kanojo) by Syudou

Her boyfriend Jude(Kareshi no Jude) by Syudou

Corpse Attack!!(Mukuro Attack!!) by Utsu-p

Easy Peasy Euthanasia by Pepoyo

Melty Land Nightmare by Harumaki Gohan

Patchwork Staccato by Toa

ID Smile by Toa

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DNI list

Proshippers

DON'T interact, its VERY gross to ship adults with minors

Zoo's

WTF, same thing. DON'T interact...why would you want to fuck an animal???

Fushoji/ Himedanshi

just don't.

Homophobes and Transphobes

If you have a problem with people liking the same gender or people wanting to live happily as a gender they feel happier as, FUCK OFF

Racists

just no. Go OUT THAT FUCKING DOOR

M@P's

Just leave...JUST FUCKING LEAVE

Estarossa X Mael Shippers

...Ok why tf do you exist, just go. GO, GO AND DON'T EVEN VIEW THIS ACC, JUST GO AND TAKE YOUR DISGUSTING SELF CEST SHIP OUT THAT FUCKING DOOR!

Anyway, thats all for now! hope all of you enjoyed reading this and also hope you liked learning about me :)

Bye bye!!

[we-the-chefs]

The Home Chefs Experience: Turning Your Kitchen into a Party Hub

Hosting a party at home is an exciting way to bring friends and family together over delicious food and great company. But what if you could take your hosting game to the next level without spending hours in the kitchen? With homemade party platters and the ease of ordering food online, you can turn your home into the ultimate party hub effortlessly.

Elevate Your Party with Homemade Party Platters

Homemade party platters are a game-changer for any gathering. They offer variety, convenience, and a touch of personalization that store-bought platters simply can’t match. Whether you're hosting a casual get-together, a festive celebration, or a formal dinner, here are some platter ideas to impress your guests:

1. Gourmet Cheese and Charcuterie Board

A selection of artisanal cheeses, cured meats, crackers, nuts, and fresh fruits makes for a visually stunning and delicious platter. Add some honey, olives, and spreads for an extra gourmet touch.

2. Mediterranean Mezze Platter

Hummus, tzatziki, falafel, pita bread, stuffed grape leaves, and marinated vegetables create a vibrant and healthy spread that caters to a variety of tastes.

3. Seafood Delight Platter

Serve up a mix of smoked salmon, shrimp cocktail, calamari, and sushi rolls for seafood lovers. Pair with zesty dips and fresh lemon slices for added flavor.

4. Vegetarian and Vegan Platter

A colorful mix of roasted veggies, fresh salads, plant-based dips, and crispy snacks ensures that all guests have delicious options to enjoy.

5. Dessert Platter

A combination of homemade cakes, cookies, chocolates, and fresh berries provides the perfect sweet ending to your party.

The Convenience of Ordering Food Online

If you want to enjoy your party without spending too much time in the kitchen, ordering food online is a great solution. Many home chefs and catering services now offer homemade party platters that you can customize according to your preferences.

Why Order Food Online for Your Party?

Make Your Next Party Effortless and Fun

Whether you prepare homemade party platters or order food online, creating a memorable party experience is easier than ever. Focus on enjoying the company of your guests while serving delicious, beautifully presented food. With the right combination of planning and convenience, your kitchen can truly become the heart of the party!

Are you ready to host an unforgettable gathering? Start planning your menu today and make your home the ultimate party hub!

[chicagopubcambridge]

The Ultimate Late-Night Foodie Guide: Restaurants That Stay Open

After a long day, there’s nothing better than finding a spot that serves delicious food late into the night. Whether you're craving comfort food, a quick bite, or a gourmet meal, late-night restaurants are a haven for food lovers. If you’re in Cambridge, Ontario, and looking for places to satisfy your midnight cravings, we’ve got you covered.

Why Late-Night Dining is a Game-Changer

Late-night dining isn’t just about eating—it’s an experience. Whether you're catching up with friends, working late, or simply in the mood for a meal at an odd hour, finding a great spot makes all the difference. Many restaurants cater to night owls, offering everything from burgers and pizza to gourmet dishes and international flavors.

Top Restaurants for Late-Night Eats

1. Cozy Diners for Comfort Food

If you love classic diner-style meals, some great spots serve everything from juicy burgers to loaded fries. Many diners stay open late, providing a welcoming atmosphere and hearty meals that hit the spot.

2. Pubs and Lounges with Delicious Bites

A good restaurant in Cambridge, Ontario, often doubles as a pub or lounge, offering a mix of drinks and comfort food. These places are perfect for unwinding with a plate of wings, nachos, or even a full meal.

3. International Cuisine for Late-Night Cravings

For those who enjoy global flavors, many restaurants serve late-night sushi, tacos, or Indian delicacies. Whether you’re in the mood for spicy dishes or something light, the options are endless.

4. Fast Food and Quick Bites

Sometimes, all you need is a quick and tasty meal on the go. From gourmet sandwiches to freshly made wraps, many spots stay open past midnight, ensuring you never go hungry.

Tips for Enjoying Late-Night Dining

Check the hours: Some places adjust their hours on weekends, so it's always good to confirm before heading out.

Go for quality: Even late at night, look for spots that serve fresh, high-quality food.

Try something new: Late-night cravings are the perfect excuse to explore different cuisines and dishes.

Final Thoughts

Finding a great restaurant in Cambridge, Ontario, that serves late at night is a treat for any foodie. Whether you're after comfort food, international flavors, or just a quick bite, there are plenty of options to explore. So, the next time hunger strikes at an odd hour, you know exactly where to go!

[starseedfxofficial]

Supertrend Indicator + Producer Price Index (PPI): The Overlooked Duo That Could Supercharge Your Forex Gains Picture this: You wake up, check your chart, and your Supertrend indicator is painting a bullish green line smoother than your morning coffee. You smile, thinking you’re on top of the world. Then the Producer Price Index (PPI) data drops like a plot twist in a telenovela—and your trade tanks faster than your New Year’s gym membership motivation. Sound familiar? You’re not alone. Most traders rely heavily on technical indicators like the Supertrend, but few realize that pairing it with a heavyweight fundamental metric like PPI can unlock ninja-level precision. This fusion could be the cheat code you need to avoid common trading pitfalls and finally see your trades flow with the elegance of a sushi chef slicing sashimi. Let’s break it down: Supertrend Indicator: The Smooth-Talking Guide with a Flaw Think of the Supertrend indicator as your market-savvy friend who loves to keep things simple. It plots a line on your chart based on Average True Range (ATR) and price movement, switching from green (bullish) to red (bearish). Why Traders Love It: - Clear Buy/Sell Signals - Works on Any Timeframe - Filters Out Minor Noise Where It Can Fail You: - Whipsaws During Sideways Markets - Lagging in Volatile News Events - Blind to Fundamental Shocks Ever held onto a bullish Supertrend signal during a surprise PPI release? That’s like holding onto a party balloon in a hurricane. Not ideal. Producer Price Index (PPI): The Hidden Market Mover You’ve Been Ignoring PPI measures the average change in selling prices received by domestic producers for their output. Unlike CPI (Consumer Price Index), which tracks what consumers pay, PPI reveals inflationary pressures at the production level—an early warning system. Why PPI Is a Game-Changer: - Leads CPI Data: Producers hike prices before consumers feel it. - Influences Interest Rates: Central banks take note. - Triggers Volatility: Forex pairs dance like it’s a TikTok challenge when PPI surprises. Case in Point: In August 2023, U.S. PPI came in hotter than expected (+0.8% vs. +0.2% forecast), causing the USD to surge across the board. Traders blindly following technical signals got blindsided. (Source: Reuters) The Elite Strategy: Combining Supertrend + PPI for Precision Entries Here’s the advanced formula seasoned traders guard like their grandma’s lasagna recipe: Step 1: Identify PPI Impact Currency Pairs Focus on major currencies tied to economic powerhouses releasing PPI data: - USD (US PPI) - EUR (German PPI) - GBP (UK PPI) - JPY (Japan PPI) Step 2: Pre-PPI Preparation (The Calm Before the Storm) - Check the PPI release date (Forex Factory). - Analyze the Supertrend indicator across multiple timeframes (H1, H4, Daily) for the currency pair affected by the upcoming PPI. - Spot the dominant trend direction BEFORE the data drops. Step 3: Post-PPI Reaction (Where Real Traders Shine) - When PPI is higher than expected (inflationary): Expect the currency to strengthen. - When PPI is lower than expected (deflationary): Expect the currency to weaken. The Secret Sauce: - Bullish PPI Surprise + Green Supertrend = Strong Long Entry Signal - Bearish PPI Surprise + Red Supertrend = Confident Short Entry Signal Example (USD/JPY): September 2023: U.S. PPI came in hot. Supertrend was already bullish on the H4 and Daily charts. Traders combining both jumped in long and rode a 200-pip surge over two days. Hidden Patterns Most Traders Miss (But You Won’t) 1. The PPI Aftershock Effect Markets often underreact to PPI on the release day but adjust over the next 24-48 hours. This is where the Supertrend indicator thrives, confirming the delayed move with a color flip. 2. PPI Divergence with CPI If PPI spikes but CPI lags, it signals potential inflation buildup. Smart money starts positioning early. The Supertrend flip can act as your visual cue to enter with stealth. 3. Multi-Timeframe Supertrend Confirmation Combine Daily, H4, and H1 Supertrend signals around PPI events. When they align like planets, your probability of success skyrockets. Expert Insights: What the Pros Say John Kicklighter, Chief Strategist at DailyFX: “PPI often reveals inflation trends before CPI. Pairing it with technical validation gives traders an edge in volatile conditions.” (Source) Kathy Lien, Managing Director at BK Asset Management: “Combining fundamentals like PPI with indicators such as Supertrend allows traders to filter noise and capture sustained moves.” (Source) Real-World Results: Does This Work? A 2024 internal StarseedFX study tracked PPI-based Supertrend entries on USD pairs over six months: - 68% Win Rate on Bullish PPI Surprises + Green Supertrend Entries - Average Gain: 120 Pips per Trade - Risk-Reward Ratio: 1:2.5 (Source: StarseedFX Research Desk) Your Next Move: Precision Trading, Not Guesswork Stop treating PPI like background noise. When paired with the Supertrend indicator, it becomes your secret weapon for sniper-like entries. Want Real-Time Insights on PPI Data and Supertrend Setups? - Stay Updated: Forex News Today - Master Advanced Tactics: Free Forex Courses - Join the Pros: StarseedFX Community Key Takeaways: Elite Tactics Recap - Use Supertrend for visual trend confirmation. - Treat PPI as an inflation forecast—it often moves the market more than CPI. - Pre-PPI trend alignment + Post-PPI reaction = High-probability entries. - Multi-timeframe Supertrend confirmation amplifies accuracy. - Stay agile: The best trades often unfold 24-48 hours after PPI.   —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

[kinnerari]

Top Food Delivery Services in Rhode Island: Convenient Dining at Your Doorstep

Rhode Island is a state that boasts of its rich culinary diversity, from fresh seafood to comfort food and international flavors. But what if you're craving something delicious without stepping out of your home? Fortunately, Rhode Island offers a variety of food delivery services that bring restaurant-quality meals directly to your doorstep, making dining easier and more convenient than ever. The Rise of Food Delivery in Rhode Island With the fast-paced lifestyle many people lead today, food delivery has become a game-changer. The ability to enjoy a restaurant-quality meal without leaving your home has made food delivery a go-to choice for busy families, professionals, and anyone who prefers to avoid cooking or dining out. In Rhode Island, food delivery options cater to every taste and dietary need, so whether you're looking for local favorites or international flavors, there's a delivery service for you. One of the great advantages of food delivery in Rhode Island is that you can easily get almost every cuisine delivered right to your home. Some of the most common types of foods that can be ordered for delivery in the state include: Seafood: Fresh seafood is renowned in Rhode Island, and delivery services bring all of the ocean's bounty right to your doorstep. You can have clam chowder, lobster rolls, seafood platters, and so much more all fresh and carefully delivered. Italian Cuisine: Whether it’s pizza, pasta, or an authentic Italian dish like lasagna, Rhode Island offers many options for Italian food lovers. Delivery services make it easy to enjoy these comfort foods at home, with the convenience of customization and quick delivery. American comfort food: Sometimes, nothing is better than a good burger, fries, or the best sandwich. Many food delivery services offer an array of American comfort foods that will satisfy your cravings, from crispy fried chicken to delicious ribs. Asian Flavors: Missing sushi, Chinese, Thai, or Indian food? Rhode Island's food delivery services can bring an array of Asian cuisines right to your doorstep. Be it sushi rolls, stir-fry, or spicy curry, you can have it delivered hot and fresh. Vegetarian and Vegan: Rhode Island is home to a growing demand for vegetarian and vegan options. Many food delivery services cater to plant-based eaters, offering fresh salads, bowls, and plant-based versions of your favorite dishes. Desserts: Treat yourself after a long day or celebrate a special occasion with the option of ordering dessert for delivery. From cupcakes and cookies to decadent cakes and pies, Rhode Island's delivery services have a sweet selection to choose from. Why Food Delivery? The greatest advantage that food delivery services have is convenience. You just click a few times and will get the food delivered to you, saving time either by cooking or going out. Variety: The Rhode Island food delivery providers offer even access to a broad range of restaurants and food such that one can easily find something they want to satisfy their cravings. Special Offers and Promotions: Most food delivery services provide discounts, promotions, or loyalty programs, enabling you to save money while having a meal. Contactless Delivery: In light of recent events, most delivery services offer contactless delivery options, ensuring safe and convenient enjoyment of your food without any direct interaction. Customizable Orders: Most food delivery platforms allow customizing your order, whether in the form of extra toppings or specific dietary requirements or substituting ingredients. Conclusion Food delivery in Rhode Island has become the most important and essential service, especially for home-dining enjoyment. Whether you are in the mood for local seafood, Italian favorites, or international cuisine, the best food delivery services in Rhode Island will satisfy your desire with exquisite options. Next time you have a cravin', skip the cookin' and just let the best food delivery services in Rhode Island take it from there.

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Fusion Catering: Blending Cuisines for a Unique Dining Experience

In a city as diverse as Delhi, food is not just sustenance; it’s an experience. As global culinary trends evolve, fusion catering has emerged as a game-changer, blending flavors from different cuisines to create an unforgettable dining experience. If you're looking for the best Catering Services in Delhi, Seven Seas Catering leads the way in curating extraordinary fusion menus tailored to every occasion.

What is Fusion Catering?

Fusion catering is the art of combining elements from multiple culinary traditions to craft innovative and flavorful dishes. It allows for creative experimentation, where Indian spices meet global ingredients, and traditional recipes are given a contemporary twist. Whether it’s an Indo-Italian pasta infused with Indian masalas or a Thai-inspired tandoori dish, fusion catering creates a unique gastronomic delight for guests.

Why Choose Fusion Catering for Your Event?

A Unique Dining Experience: Fusion catering transforms standard menus into exciting and memorable meals, leaving guests amazed with every bite.

Personalized Menus: Seven Seas Catering customizes menus to suit diverse palates, dietary preferences, and event themes.

Perfect for Any Occasion: From weddings and corporate events to intimate gatherings, fusion cuisine adds an element of surprise and sophistication to any event.

Showcases Culinary Innovation: Fusion catering represents culinary artistry at its finest, offering guests an elevated dining experience they won’t forget.

Seven Seas Catering: The Fusion Food Experts

With decades of expertise in the catering industry, Seven Seas Catering is known for its impeccable service and pioneering approach to fusion cuisine. Their team of culinary experts crafts menus that blend international flavors while retaining the authenticity of classic dishes. Some signature fusion delights include:

Tandoori Sushi: A delightful combination of Japanese sushi with Indian tandoori flavors.

Pesto Paneer Tikka: Traditional paneer tikka infused with Italian pesto sauce.

Butter Chicken Bao: A fusion of rich North Indian butter chicken served in a soft Asian bao bun.

Molecular Gastronomy Desserts: A touch of science to create stunning desserts that are both a visual and culinary treat.

Elevate Your Event with Seven Seas Catering

When it comes to Catering Services in Delhi , Seven Seas Catering sets the benchmark for luxury, quality, and innovation. Their fusion catering solutions promise to take your event to the next level by offering a world-class dining experience tailored to your preferences.

If you want to impress your guests with a bold and unique menu, let Seven Seas Catering bring a global twist to your celebrations. Contact them today and indulge in an extraordinary fusion feast!

[wisekarma]

Virtual Reality: Is It the Future of Gaming and Social Interaction?

What if you could meet your friends, slay dragons, and attend a concert—all without leaving your couch?

Intriguing, right? In this blog post, we’ll explore how virtual reality (VR) is transforming not just gaming but the way we connect with each other.

The VR Revolution: Not Just a Fancy Headset

Let’s start with a story. Picture this: It’s 2035, and you’re throwing a virtual birthday party. Your best friend beams in from Paris, still in their pyjamas, while your cousin in Tokyo brings a virtual sushi platter. All of this happens in a hyper-realistic VR environment. Sounds wild? The groundwork for this is being laid right now.

Virtual reality is no longer just the domain of hardcore gamers. It's becoming a mainstream phenomenon. From immersive gaming experiences where you can wield lightsabers like a Jedi to virtual coworking spaces (goodbye awkward Zoom calls!), VR is breaking barriers like never before.

Gaming: The OG Playground of VR

Gaming was VR’s first true love. And boy is that relationship thriving. Titles like Beat Saber and Half-Life: Alyx proves that VR isn’t just a gimmick but a legitimate medium to deliver unforgettable experiences. Who wouldn’t want to slice through blocks to a killer soundtrack or fight alien invasions in 360 degrees?

But the appeal doesn’t stop at games. VR is now a tool for storytelling, offering deeply emotional journeys that feel more personal than ever. It’s like living in a movie, except you’re the star (and you don’t have to worry about wardrobe malfunctions).

VR and Social Interaction: The New Coffee Shop?

Now here’s where it gets interesting. With apps like Meta’s Horizon Worlds and VRChat, people are redefining social interactions. Imagine sitting around a campfire with friends from five different continents or attending a virtual stand-up comedy show (the good thing? You can mute hecklers).

But let’s not pretend it’s all roses. VR still has challenges: expensive hardware, motion sickness, and the ever-looming question—what happens when virtual connections replace real ones? Are we heading toward a Black Mirror-esque future? (Relax, we’re not quite there. Yet.)

The Verdict: Game-Changer or Overhyped?

While VR still has hurdles to overcome, its potential to revolutionize both gaming and social interaction is undeniable. The technology is rapidly evolving, with lighter headsets, better graphics, and even haptic gloves that let you “feel” objects.

Will VR replace reality? Not likely. But will it enhance the way we play, learn, and connect? Absolutely.

What’s your take on VR? Is it a thrilling glimpse into the future or just another tech fad? Drop your thoughts in the comments.

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How I Lost 30 Pounds Without Starving Myself: My Journey with Semaglutide at Get Trim Tampa

Okay, friends, let’s talk about something that’s been a major game-changer for me lately: weight loss. But not the usual stuff like, “I started dieting, worked out every day, and now I’m a fitness goddess.” (Spoiler: I’m not a fitness goddess—yet. 😂)

I’m here to spill the tea on how I lost 30 pounds, without torturing myself with endless kale salads or spending hours on the treadmill. And honestly? It’s all thanks to this little shot called semaglutide, and an amazing weight loss center called Get Trim Tampa.

So, grab a snack (you won’t be tempted to overeat, promise), and let’s dive into how I found the easiest weight loss solution, at least for me.

The Struggle Was Real 😩

I’ve been on the weight loss rollercoaster more times than I care to admit. I’ve tried all the “get skinny quick” schemes—remember when everyone was doing Keto? Yeah, that was me, chowing down on bacon and avocado like I was a model in a health magazine, but still feeling bloated and miserable. And don’t even get me started on counting calories—by the end of the day, I was so mentally exhausted that I’d eat my “calories left” in one sitting. 🍕🍦

So, when I found myself again at a crossroads of, “Should I try this weird new diet, or just accept I’m going to be plus-sized forever?”, I decided to try something different. Something less about willpower and more about science.

Enter semaglutide.

What Is Semaglutide Anyway? 🤔

Okay, let me break it down for you, because I had no clue what semaglutide even was when I first heard about it. It's basically a medication that was originally developed for people with Type 2 diabetes. It works by regulating blood sugar, but the cool thing? One of its side effects is that it makes you feel less hungry. 🙌

Which, let’s be honest, is exactly what I needed. Because if there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that I love to eat. Like, seriously—I could probably eat my weight in sushi (and I did, at one point). But with semaglutide, the cravings? Gone. It was like someone switched off the hunger switch in my brain.

I heard about Get Trim Tampa through a friend who had been raving about it, so I thought, “Hey, why not give it a shot?” They specialize in weight loss treatments, and they offer semaglutide as part of their program. Honestly, I was a little skeptical, but after my initial consultation with the staff (who were super friendly, by the way), I was ready to give it a go.

My First Visit to Get Trim Tampa

Let’s talk about Get Trim Tampa for a sec, because this place is not your typical “med spa.” It’s a legit weight loss medical center, and from the moment I walked in, I felt like I was in the right place. The vibe was chill but professional—no weird judgment or high-pressure sales pitches. Just a bunch of people who knew what they were doing and actually cared about helping you meet your goals.

They walked me through the whole process. First, they did a full health assessment to make sure I was a good candidate for semaglutide (turns out, I was). Then they explained the shots: they’re easy, quick, and honestly, not as bad as you’d think. I’m a bit of a baby when it comes to needles, but this one was a total breeze.

Also, let me say this: I’ve been to places where the staff barely acknowledges you or makes you feel like you're just another number. But at Get Trim, it felt personal. Like they really cared about getting me results. It made the whole process way less intimidating.

The Results (It’s Working, Y’all!)

So, how did it go? How was the actual weight loss journey? Well, here’s the deal. The first week was kind of weird—my appetite dropped, but I wasn’t starving or feeling deprived. I still ate, I just wasn’t thinking about food all the time like I used to. 🤯

As the weeks went on, I started noticing the pounds creeping off, like they were just… disappearing. The best part? I didn’t have to give up my favorite foods. I could still enjoy pizza on a Friday night or a margarita on Saturday without stressing out about going off the rails. It wasn’t about restriction; it was about balance.

By the second month, I had dropped 15 pounds. And I’m not talking about some water weight or temporary loss that comes right back. This felt real. Sustainable. I wasn’t constantly battling cravings or fighting myself at the fridge. My body was just… in sync.

And now, after 3 months, I’m down 30 pounds. Thirty. I didn’t even realize it was happening at first, and then one day I looked in the mirror, and was like, “Wait. Who is this person?” 😱 I feel lighter, more energetic, and yes, even more confident. But also, the best part is that I feel in control. Like, I’m not chained to food anymore.

Is Semaglutide for Everyone?

Look, I’m not saying semaglutide is some magical weight loss potion that’ll work for everyone, but for me? It was a total game-changer. It helped me get out of my head, stop obsessing over every calorie, and just live my life.

If you’ve been struggling with weight loss like I was (and trust me, I know how frustrating it can be), I highly recommend giving it a shot. But always, always, always talk to your doctor before trying anything new. This is your body, and you should feel comfortable with your choices.

Also, shoutout to Get Trim Tampa for making the whole process so smooth. If you’re in the area (or even if you’re not, they might be able to help you virtually), give them a call. They’ll give you the lowdown, no pressure. Plus, they’ve got tons of resources to support you along the way, so you’re not doing it alone.

Final Thoughts

Losing weight isn’t easy, but it doesn’t have to be miserable. For me, semaglutide was the missing piece I didn’t know I needed. I’ve learned a lot about myself throughout this journey—not just about weight loss, but about what it means to care for my body without guilt or shame.

So here’s to shedding the old habits, finding new confidence, and having a little fun along the way. And if you’re still struggling? Remember, you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s through something like semaglutide, a different plan, or just a shift in mindset, it’s totally possible to feel better in your skin. Trust me, if I can do it, so can you.

Alright, that’s all for now—time to go enjoy a healthy meal, or maybe just a cheeky slice of cake. Because, hey, balance. 😉

Talk soon,

Amber