#Marc Spector x muslim!reader

[whatthefishh]

Merry, Happy

AN: self indulgent fic of the week #2. This is part one of three little blurbs of what I think a friendship with the moon boys would look like during Ramadan (and if reader has an inevitable, obvious, unmistakable crush on them). In no way am I trying to misrepresent the boys from their original presentation of Jewish, and if I have in any way please let me know. This is mainly just focused on reader’s time during this month, not to take away from anything the boys do on their own.

Tagging some people who might be interested but this is a no pressure tag ❤️ @looneytooz @marc-spectors-wife @copingchaos @romanarose @xbellaxcarolinax @in-between-the-cafes @melodygatesauthor @360iris @annautumnsoul @minigirl87 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @kittyofalltrades @outlawsredemption

No warnings, just a very short fluff HC

Part I - Steven Grant x Muslim!reader ❤️

Steven and you have a little routine at work: you make meaningful eye contact across the gift shop floor, one of you raises your eyebrow and the other nods, signalling it was time to take your coffee break together

This usually consisted of him drinking one of his niche tea flavours that you’ve never heard of and you making your coffee with the machine in the break room

Then Ramadan came. Steven, of course, wished you, knowing about your religious views after having been work friends for so long

Not to mention the little crush he's been harbouring on you. And no, Steven doesn’t know you like him like that either because he thinks every time he catches you watching him it’s because he’s doing something wrong and you’re probably laughing at him

You came in to work that day with a sticky note on your locker with little drawings of the moon on it, and a hastily written note saying “Happy Ramadan” in his messy handwriting, and he made sure to tell you, too, when he saw you

His demeanour never failed to make you comfortable and happy around him. His soft nature easily coaxing smiles from you but this felt sweeter than any of those other times, your face heating up as you calmed your racing heart.

Nobody had ever gone out of their way to make you feel so seen in a workplace about your faith, and you were used to it. It was something you had come to accept a long time ago, but seeing your friend (whom you already had a hard time not fawning over) put in effort to make you feel celebrated made your heart melt. You had to hold back tears as you thanked him with a watery smile.

Steven unusually was missing during your coffee break that day, and the next, which was slightly disheartening after his sweet gestures but you told yourself he wasn’t your boyfriend and he didn’t have to report to you.

At first you assumed he just missed it because of Donna, or maybe he wasn’t in the next day, or maybe he got caught up overexplaining something to some curious kid who shoved garbage in the displays. Honestly, it could’ve very well been a lot of things. Regardless, you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

On the fourth day he missed your joined breaks, you hunted him down and found him sitting outside on the steps, drinking a tea he’d purchased from the cafe (not his preferred brand or flavour) and munching on a scone that, from the look on his face, wasn’t very good

“Steven? What… what are you doing out here?”

He almost choked on said scone

“Um, hi- uh. Thought I shouldn’t eat in front of you, since y’know… since you can’t eat ‘n all.”

The fact that Steven didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by eating in front of you so he sat outside in the chill March air, all by himself, made you melt. If possible, your crush on this adorable, dishevelled man grew even larger.

You then proceeded to yell at him (affectionately) to come inside before he caught a cold as he looked up at you sheepishly, muttering “alright, alright” while he dusted off his bum from where he was sitting

You vowed to bring him a box full of treats for Eid, and maybe a little extra gift depending on what you could find in East London for him

[fandxmslxt69]

so I'm barely half way through Marc's and I'm...already at 1k....i TOLD you guys this was a bad idea oh my god >:( (very very happy.)

i think im just a little obsessed???

[romanarose]

Both of Us

Marc Spector x Muslim!Reader

Dedicated to my love, @welcometostayingawake tu eres el amor de me vida.

Summary: After finding out you Marc, Steven and Jake are having a boy, you and Marc debate baby names, and settle on something that is the combination of both of you.

Warnings: Very little, pregnancy? Lots of religion talk.

A/N: I am a hopeful Jewish convert, and I wanted to make something with a Muslim reader as a few of my readers have expressed a desire for it, so I hope nothing is offensive to Jews or Muslims, I just wanted to write something where we all are getting along, because it absolute is possible, as evidenced by Mona and I's friendship.

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“We’re not naming him Luke, you fucking nerd” You giggle as you hang of Marc’s arm, walking down the windy street. “You just want to be able to say ‘Luke, I am your father’”

“First of all,” Your husband counters, “The quote is ‘No, I am our father’”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” You tease, swaying a bit in the high wind.

“Secondly, you got an awful lot of nerve calling me a nerd when you’re the one who wanted Bennet. You think you’re slick using the last name, as if I haven't watched Pride and Prejudice every time you’re on your period.” Marc speaks with a smile. The two of you were just on your way back from the OB/GYN with the news the child you were carrying was a boy, and the baby name debate ramped up. 

For all the teasing, however, Marc was giddy. You can’t remember the last time you had seen him this happy and for this long. Marc wasn’t constantly grumpy anymore, not really, but to see him grinning and laughing for long periods of time was rare, even with how much better things have been for him. It was nice, seeing him this jovial. 

A particular gust of wind burst through, kicking up rocks and dirt against your bare legs, and Marc quickly pulled you into an alleyway to protect you from any debris flying in the air, positioning his body in front of yours as you were so delicate and precious that even the wind might break you. He had always been protective of you, but since telling him, Steven and Jake you were pregnant, it had only grown tenfold. The boys refused to hardly let you lift a finger, Steven insisting you were doing the hard work of growing a literal child, the least they could do was the dishes.

After the winds subsided for a moment, Marc muttered something about hailing a cab, then went to look you over, straightening out your dress and tucking your hair back in your hijab. “Why do we live somewhere with 70 mile per hour winds?” He grumbles, pulling a spare safety pin he always kept in his wallet for you, and fasting your head covering more securely to face the wind.

You look fondly at him, in turn securing his kippah to his hair as you plant a kiss on his nose. Since you began dating, Marc had found a new appreciation for the religion of his childhood, beginning to practice again in small ways, and although the idea of attending a temple still made him nervous, you were so happy to find him praying again. When he brought up thinking about wearing a kippah again like when he was younger, you encouraged him. Your religion was important to you, and you were thrilled to see him finding importance in his. You worshiped the same God, after all, and believed in many of the same principles and prophets. It was nice to have a common ground, a strong foundation in your marriage. Politically, people didn’t think it was possible for muslims and jews to be friends, let alone married, but you were determined to prove there were more commonalities than differences. Marc smiled at you softly, wondering how the hell you got so lucky. “You’re beautiful, eshgham” (My love)

You smile at the farsi term of endearment he had learned for you.“Thank you, zeeskeit” (Sweetness) You use the Yiddish word you learned for him in turn. You couldn’t help but be struck for the millionth time at how stunning he was, the large brown eyes, thick, dark hair, the slant of his curved nose, his strong jaw, he’s incredible… “What about something from both our religions?” 

“Hm?” Marc seemed confused at the sudden change back to baby names, then caught on. “Oh! You have something in mind, mammele?” (Little mother)

You give a little shrug. “Nothing yet, I just was thinking we share a lot of the same prophets, maybe there was a name in there somewhere that would go well with Randall for the middle name? Are there any particular stories or people you really like?” As soon as you two found out you were pregnant, you knew the middle name would be after his brother if it was a boy. Marc’s gaze held all the love in the world as he watched you. “Yeah, I think that’s a great idea, Elijah is nice, so is Moses. I like Moses a lot…” You knew why, of course. Moses freed the Jew’s from Egyption slavery, something he could relate too all to well with Khonshu. “I like Moses. In Arabic it’s Musa” Marc nodded, that boyish grin coming back to his face. “It’s Mosheh in Hebrew.” “We could name him Moses, and call him Musa or Mosheh like nicknames? So he can grow up knowing both parts of his culture? Would you like that?” You grew giddy at the idea of finally having a name for your son. A son, you were going to be a mother…

A wide smile split his face. “I like that a lot, it’s like the perfect combination of both of us… Moses Randall Spector…” Tentatively, Marc placed his hands on your growing belly.

“Moses Randall Spector” You said with a smile, interlacing your fingers with his over the baby bump as he embraced you, laying him head down on your shoulder, resting, like your were his shelter from the storm, his refuge, his safety.  “You’re gonna be a dad, Marc”

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Thank you so much for reading!!!

Reblogs help a lot, comments mean the world!!!

tagging a few who may enjoy <3 @marc-spectors-wife @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @luciannadraven33 @melodygatesauthor

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in May, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

You Are in Love (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite (yes i am reccing this again. i will be reccing this until it's finished, dill with it)

Running to You, This Feels Like Good News, & Maybe I'll Get Drunk Again (Poe Dameron x F!Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

Gardens of Babylon (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Deft Hands (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Offer (Din Djarin x Reader) - @softlyspector

The Two Faces of January

🔥Oxford Comma, Boyfriend, Girlfriend, & Arty Boy (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh

Triple Frontier

🔥Worth the Risk (bfd!Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor (second part)

🔥Family Vacation (bfd!Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥A Brilliant Idea (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Distractions (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @princessxkenobi

🔥Relief (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @princessxkenobi

🔥Dusk Till Dawn (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @be-the-spark-flyboy

🔥Belonging (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Moon Knight

🔥Steven's First (Virgin!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Gone Soft: Marc Spector Edition (Marc Spector x Reader) - @romanarose

Merry, Happy III (Jake Lockley x Muslim!Reader) - @whatthefishh

Neck Kisses (Steven Grant x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥C*ck Therapy (Therapist!Steven Grant x Patient!Camgirl!Reader) - @whatthefishh

Bordeaux (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

🔥Dirty Driving (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Drinking with Cupid (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @moonknightly

🔥Making Trouble (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @juneknight

🔥Colorblind (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @astroboots

In the Eyes (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

All That Matters (Jake Lockley x Reader, references to Marc Spector x Reader) - @midgardian-witch

The Dress (Marc Spector x Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

🔥The Pavlovian Response (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥Extra Credit (Professor!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Pillow Talk (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Just Happy Accidents (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @romanarose

The Last of Us

🔥Old Soul (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Falling into Place (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @jake-g-lockley

🔥Games (Bodyguard!Joel x Actress!Reader) & 🔥High Enough (Ft. Dieter Bravo) - @psychedelic-ink

Waffle House Confessions (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Lost in the Darkness (Joel Miller x F!Reader - Mafia AU) - @softlyspector

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Darklight (Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader) - @psychedelic-ink

Inside Llewyn Davis

Intoxicated (Llewyn Davis x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Sucker Punch

🔥A Long Night (Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Narcos

🔥Just Friends (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @pedgeitopascal

The Sun Also Rises (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch (second part)

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[kittyofalltrades]

could u write marc spector x muslim!reader?

Hi Darling. I wouldn’t be the best fit for that unfortunately, I’m sorry. I’m not a Muslim myself, but I think the lovely @welcometostayingawake can help. Mona is absolutely amazing and she would be so much better than me. But thinks you for the ask it means the world to me.

[whatthefishh]

Merry, Happy II

AN: self indulgent fic of the week #3. This is part two of three little blurbs of what I think a friendship with the moon boys would look like during Ramadan (and if reader has an inevitable, obvious, unmistakable crush on them). In no way am I trying to misrepresent the boys from their original presentation of Jewish, and if I have in any way please let me know. This is mainly just focused on reader’s time during this month, not to take away from anything the boys do on their own :).

Tagging some people, no pressure :) @looneytooz @copingchaos @marc-spectors-wife @romanarose @melodygatesauthor @360iris @vaderstherapist @kittyofalltrades @dameronscopilot @xbellaxcarolinax @annautumnsoul @minigirl87 @campingwiththecharmings @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Marc

After being close friends with Steven for a while, he let you in on his secret. He kind of had to, considering his extensive sick calls and your concern for his well being skyrocketing to the point where one day you showed up to his apartment uninvited, only to come face to face with Marc.

You had only gone there as a last resort since Steven wasn’t answering your texts or calls, and called in sick for the past few days with no heads up. You were concerned, okay? Plus, you brought him some lentil soup that you made, a shitty attempt at copying your mom’s recipe (but vegan of course).

Marc had swung open the door angrily at your incessant knocking, squinting his eyes as he placed you - Steven’s work bestie and object of his affections. Not that you knew that last part.

You quickly noticed he wasn’t behaving like himself and left uncomfortably, urging him to have the soup before turning on your heel when he barely spoke two words to you and leaving. Steven had called you the next day to talk and clear things up. Pretty soon, it was you and Marc having movie nights at their apartment on your shared evenings off when Steven tapped out after a long day at work. It actually worked out in a way since Marc would gladly watch all the loud movies with shitty plots with you, whereas Steven would start shifting in his seat and asking, “are you enjoying this?”

Since you started fasting, you put a pause on your movie nights, choosing to spend the evenings focusing on the spirituality that's highlighted during the month. The boys understood and would text you asking if you’ve gotten to eat yet on those nights, checking in with you from a distance.

Marc would ask what you had for iftar, joking about how you never shared that recipe for your mom’s soup with him, to which you guiltily sent it right away, not thinking twice about it.

The next day, Marc invited you over for dinner, telling you he’s got all the food covered, and yes, he made sure to get the halal meat this time. So you go, expecting to walk in on the kitchen being a mess and him to ask you to help him finish up. You end up walking in to see that he’s already set the table, and just about to put the warm, aromatic dishes out.

You’re kind of shocked, to be honest, not expecting him to pull this off but your mouth starts watering at the smells coming from the covered pots and you just turn to him in glee, smiling so big at the effort he’s put in. He’s excited to seat you, telling you he’s almost done as he pulls out the Challah bread that you love so much to go with the soup.

Basically, he made all your favourites, including the lentil soup that you sent him the recipe for, which you happily dipped the bread into. After eating, he didn’t let you wash the dishes even though you argued with him about how he never soaks the pots for long enough. But Marc was stubborn and it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop talking over you about this.

“Marc, come on, you cooked all this food, at least let me᠆”

“No no, go sit down, go-”

“Marc, stop, c’mon, you don’t even do them right-”

“Yes I do, yes I DO, WHO TOLD YOU THAT-”

“Steven has to wash them twice, come on just-”

“I GOT THIS”

Yeah, you weren’t going to fight with him after his nice gesture.

[fandxmslxt69]

Holidays With Them <3

Steven Grant x f!muslim!reader, Jake Lockley x f!muslim!reader, Marc Spector x f!muslim!reader

Warnings: Absolutely tooth rooting fluff, ohmy god it is so so sweet you'll get a cavity. Lots of religion talk, food talk too. This is written with an Arab hijabi reader in mind so yes, it is a female reader!

A/N: AHHHH YOU DONT GET THE GIGGLES I GOT WHILE WRITING THIS!!! There is such a big lack of muslim!reader fics out there so it's my new mission to PUT THEM out there for the sake of me, and all of you pretty baes who asked for a tag or reached out about how touching the little blurb was, THANK YOU.

Synopsis: Disgustingly sweet Ramadan and Eid activities with your favourite boys

Word count: 2215 (sigh. I told you guys.)

Steven Grant: 

Steven’s a very curious soul, and he’s the kind of person who adores learning about new places, people and cultures. So you can imagine when you first started dating, he was already knee deep in studies of Arabian cultures and traditions (he’s a nerd but he’s cute). 

He’s regularly a very comforting person but you swear you’ve never met anyone who you feel so free and open to talk about your heritage and religion with. Naturally, when Ramadan and Eid came around, Steven was actually beyond excited. While he may have done a lot (and I mean a lot.) of research, he also loved listening to you talk for hours about traditions and Islamic history, so he absolutely made sure to sit down and ask at least a million questions, half of which you know he knew the answer to, he just wanted to hear it from you. 

By the time the first week had passed, he’d taken time off from work and decided he was just going to stay home with you for the rest of it even after you protested multiple times. 

He loves spending the mornings with you! On the early mornings when you decide to stay up after Fajr (which is often) he takes over from Marc to stay up with you. You’re sitting on the couch reading through your daily pages of the Qur’an, while he’s sitting at his cluttered desk, bent over a new book with highlighters and pens scribbling in the book margins. 

It’s peaceful and calming and you can’t help the way your heart squeezes every time you look up and glance at him. You felt incredibly blessed to be able to spend such an important holiday with such kind-hearted souls. It made it feel like the world was smiling down on you. When you got tired and started feeling your eyes drooping shut, you heard Steven shuffle over, gently tucking your copy of the Qur’an out of your hands and onto the table, carefully scooping you up and carrying you to bed. It became a routine. You’d wake up for Suhoor and have a quick meal- and like clockwork as soon as you finish Fajr prayer, Steven comes shuffling out of the room, tugging on a fluffy sweater with a little yawn. He grabbed a cup of water, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, before settling at his desk. There was barely any talking, it was just a comfortable silence. He’d interrupt with the occasional question, or maybe a little fun fact- “Did you know ancient Egyptians didn’t use the wheel until the Old Kingdom?” You hummed, looking up from your reading. “Really? Makes sense. Stones were too heavy for wood anyway,” 

He’d nod, smile, then turn back to reading. Other than that, there were no interruptions. He liked it, especially when you felt good enough to do your Quran reading out loud. It made him happy, listening to you read in your mother tongue- and while he was never a religious person, it filled him with a weird feeling. He didn’t understand a word of it, but it reminded him of poetry- not something he could entirely understand or relate to, but still beautiful. Especially beautiful when you have enough courage to explain what you understand from different parts. It was a form of intimacy to share such sacred and important things with one another- it was a level of trust you both valued beyond anything else. 

He decided this was his favourite time of the day then, and he thrived in the gentle atmosphere of the month- how could he not like spending lazy mornings with you for so long? If he could, he’d never work again, he’d simply stay home and spend forever with you. While that isn’t possible in this reality, he’s more than happy to have this month as a forever. 

Marc Spector: 

Marc was very different from Steven. He was not the kind to research every small aspect, or to encourage you to give him a long lecture about your culture. He was more of a silent lover who showed his lover through small, quiet gestures. He wakes you up every night for Suhoor, leaving a small meal for you in the fridge because he knows Steven would forget. You realised after the first few days, your prayer mat and abaya had gone missing and you had asked him about it, he said he had moved them somewhere quieter. When you had found them, you felt your heart ache so deeply you thought you were dying. He had moved it all to a small corner of the living room, clutter moved out and thoroughly cleaned, with little lanterns and a small plant there. The prayer mat was laid out, along with your Quran and it smells faintly of musk. You thought you might die right then and there as you processed the fact that he had put together a small prayer corner for you. When you’d try to ask him about it, he’d simply shrug, muttering about how “it’s not that big of a deal honey, just glad you liked it.” He doesn’t get that it is a big deal. 

It took a little longer for you to realise that Marc had stopped going out for his…nightly activities. At first, you thought that maybe there just weren’t any new missions, but after a while you knew that something was up because now, he’s staying at home every night. Right after you had Iftar and cleaned up with Jake, Marc would take over, arguing to set up a movie and spend the night cuddling on the couch. When you brought it up, he acted like it was a normal thing. “You said this was a month to get rid of bad things like sex right? Well, sex has been removed from the equation, but violence is still a bad thing,” He shrugged. “Didn’t wanna ruin your time with all the blood on my hands,” You turned to face him properly, frowning. “You’re not ruining anything! Habibi, it’s your duty, isn’t it? Wouldn’t Khonshu get mad?” Marc hummed, tightening his arm around your waist. “Don’t care about him.” “Marc-” “Shhhh, enjoy the movie, baby. I’ve got it figured out, yeah? Besides, I like spending my nights with you, makes me happy that you want to spend this special time with me,” “Well obviously I do,” You leaned into him. “This means you’ll walk with me to Friday prayers now?” He chuckled. “Of course,”

You notice after that talk that he starts opening up a lot more. You noticed he’d ask about kosher food when you went out for Iftar on those off days. And you felt beyond proud and overjoyed when you saw him pulling out his kippah one day. He didn’t wear it, but you knew it was just the next step. Him considering it flooded you with joy- that maybe he’s healing a little every day and that it’s getting better slowly. 

Marc was also very good at another important thing: Period comfort. Your period came as it always did, full speed ahead and a pain in the ass, but Marc is always always there at the ready, this time even more. He makes sure you’re super hydrated, there’s always a water bottle beside you at all times- he makes sure you take the painkillers the first day since it’s always the worst, and he gives the best massages. He’s even gone the extra mile to pull up hours long Quran videos on youtube so you can listen to them as you try to fall asleep.

He was a quiet, gentle lover who swept through like a soft breeze that caressed your cheek and left rain kisses on your face. 

Jake Lockley: 

Jake was a romantic, as much as he hated to admit it (and he really hated it). While he’s definitely not as planted in education as Steven is, he’s still incredibly touched when you ask him to help you make Iftar for the first time. In all honesty, he’s never really learnt much about religions and cultures, so it’s definitely new to him but he feels like he won a lottery every time you share a glimpse of your childhood with him, or your favourite traditions or religious stories. With everything he’s been through in life, he’s never really had much time to learn about other people but he’s definitely very happy to learn now, especially from you. One of his new, all time favourite pastimes is making meals in the kitchen with you. While you’re just two people for the evening, he constantly insists on making many different dishes each night. He’s always the one to go out grocery shopping, whether after a taxi shift or just randomly on an afternoon, he just whips out a list and goes on a whim. He adores spending afternoons with you trying out all sorts of different foods. While he’s not a master chef, he definitely has good talent, but it’s honestly not even the food that makes it fun, it’s just the domestic task being done with you. He can’t help but feel all sappy and emotional over it. It’s just really hard for him to believe that he’s spent so long hurting and alone but now he’s got all this love and care all coming from you- for him. He feels so overwhelmed in moments like these when he forgets that hurt, and he just feels so understood and loved. 

As the days roll around, he starts spreading out more. He’s researching a dozen new recipes every day, a million Youtube tutorials and a notebook full of scribbles for different ideas to try with you. It becomes your thing then, like movie nights with Marc and early morning studying with Steven- cooking with Jake just fit in so easily. He’s cheesy, so much that he’d start dancing with you right there- while you may not be playing music in those days, he’s still humming along to your wedding song as he spins you around a few times, before picking you up and placing you on the counter, insisting that “my princesa shouldn’t have to cook after fasting all day. I’ve got hands, I can do it,” He makes use of every single moment you can get together but he also makes sure to give you your space and time to fulfil your tasks for the month. 

One of the harder things for Jake was definitely putting a pause on the mercenary stuff. He’s not the kind to say no to Khonshu, and he takes a sort of…pride in his missions. It keeps him occupied on those nights and makes him feel useful, so when Marc said he wasn’t doing the missions for the month, Jake was definitely hesitant. He understood why, of course, and got why it’s important but he wasn’t sure how to just drop the job for so long. In the end though, he doesn’t regret it one small bit. 

Best part about Jake though? Eid shopping. While Steven is definitely the one with a bit more appreciation for clothing, Jake is all in for style and spoiling his favourite girl. It’s the last few days of the month, and you’re just dragging one another from one store to the next. You try on at least a million different outfits before guys settle on something cute, simple and elegant. He’s also always always determined on buying you new hijabs EVERY TIME you go out, despite you already having many at home, he insists on getting new ones so you have “extras in case anything happens” (let’s be honest, he just likes spending money on you.) He will absolutely NOT let you pay for your Eid clothes, it’s happened more than once where you’ll just be struggling against each other only for him to be the one to reach out and tap his card and pay. He gets all smug and happy about it while you just grumble but in the end he makes up for it, always, with ice cream. 

He’s very damn insistent on goody bags too. While you guys don’t have kids, Jake absolutely goes insane every time he sees the little kids at mosques. He’s very sure to buy at a loooot of chocolate and candy boxes and spends those last few nights with you after Iftar on the living room floor, bags sprawled out everywhere and a bad sitcom in the background as you fill up a hefty amount of bags to hand out. The kids adore him, because he’s funny and sweet and let’s them mess around with him, and the kids have just taken to following you outside after Eid prayers because they know Jake’s going to be outside, leaning against his car and waiting for you to come. 

You always come back to him of course, whether exhausted after work or thrilled after a beautiful morning at the mosque, you always come back, as he always comes back to you too. 

Nothing’s keeping him away from his girl, and the wide smile on your face throughout the day as you go out to celebrate? He can’t help but feel like he’s the luckiest man alive. 

Thanks for reading <3 Please reblog if you've made it this far and enjoyed! Tags for you cuties: @whatthefishh @winterbiipp @looneytooz @twwcs @ahookedheroespureheart

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren't necessarily written and/or posted in April, but that's when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

The Recruit, Care, & Late Night Talking (Poe Dameron x F!Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

when the sun came up you were looking at me (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dameronalone

fwb (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Out of the Desert (cowboy!ace!Din Djarin x ace!Reader) - @softlyspector

kiss to the inner wrist (Din Djarin x Reader) - @softlyspector

Poe + Flirting in awkward situations (Poe Dameron x Force-Sensitive!Reader) - @dameronalone

Din + Tending to wounds (Din Djarin x Reader) - @dameronalone

better safe than sorry (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Moon Knight

🔥A Bit Dodgy (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Get Well Soon (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Sweet Requitement (Dormroom!Marc Spector x Reader) - @juneknight

Let Down Your Hair (Steven Grant x Muslim!Hijabi!Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

Merry, Happy (Steven Grant x Muslim!Reader) & Merry, Happy II (Moon Boys x Muslim!Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

Embrace (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Milk (Marc Spector x Reader) - @luc-k-y

Someone’s gonna light you up (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

Tell me your name (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) | Te amo (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

The letter (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

🔥Whatever you give (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

I'm Staying (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Feels Nice (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Blemish (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Upon reflection (Steven Grant x Reader) - @silversweetpea

🔥Personal Time (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Not a Doctor (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Marc + I'll carry you to bed (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @dameronalone

🔥Précis (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @360iris

The Last of Us

sweet, sweet sugar (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @unrefinedmusings

Code Red (Joel Miller x F!Reader) | (Joel's POV) - @softlyspector

Sweet Nothing: The Morning & Sweet Nothing: Mohawk (Joel Miller x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Bullseye (Joel Miller x Reader) - @softlyspector

Unplanned (Joel Miller x F!Teacher!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Failures (Joel Miller x F!Teacher!Reader) - @softlyspector

Triple Frontier

🔥Preciously Plump (Santiago Garcia x F!PlusSized!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Packing (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Over a Ledger (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Filled (Benny Miller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Ex Machina

🔥It'll Be Fun (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional (another Choose Your Own Adventure story - cannot hype these enough fr)

In Pain (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Efficiency (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @writefightandflightclub

Belated (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Ebo (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Batman/The Dark Knight

🔥Vouyer!Bruce Wayne/Batman (cb!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Daredevil

🔥Pretty Boy (Matt Murdock x F!Reader) - @foli-vora

Narcos

The Sun Also Rises (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥One Touch (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @psychedelic-ink

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[fandxmslxt69]

weeee thank you for the tag @soft-girl-musings i know a BUNCH of other people tagged me in this so THANK YOU but also i cannot find the posts anymore so MY BAD

okay um .

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

OKAY LETS GO there are a LOT (actually no there are not, but i WILL be including non-fic works too bc i CAN and i WILL) okay so im unoriginal with my titles, bare with me.

matt x muslim!reader

frank castle small town AU

boyfriend's dad!Marc Spector

Loki throne smut

darkish Jake Lockley <3

Moon boys x muslim!reader (part #something)

Loki Series: Original Timeline

Loki Series: Folklore Timeline

Loki Series: TVA timeline

Loki (Taylor's Version)

as for non-fic WIPS, yes I am still unoriginal with these and pretty much just use character names for my doc titles, idc:

Nawra & Dante

Farah & James

Zaina & Elias

Mafia romance

Firefighter Love Story (muslim edition)

Heroes & Villains (unoriginal)

Romance novel #50000 (academic rivals to lovers)

Fantasy Novel Attempt

anyway. as you can tell. I don't name things very well bc I never have the time. I just MAKE new documents to put SOMETHING down before i go crazy. BUT. BUT.

look at me go <3 this was actually funny bc going through all my docs and going "why the FUCK did i name it that what even is that ." was fun. anyway

THANKS FOR THE TAG LOVELY THIS WAS SOOO FUN (when will i ever write any of this)

OH RIGHT TAGS AHAHA

hmm no pressure lovelies<3: @divine-knight-hand @romanarose @hon3yboy @the-lady-amphitrite um i dont have a lot of other friends also i have the memory of a goldfish.

KISSES <3

[fandxmslxt69]

giggling squealing kicking my feet in the air blushing thrashing around in my bed banging my head against the wall.

this is it this is the hill i will die on. MARC SPECTOR HOW COULD YOU BE SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god i think my heart is gonna fail on my from how fast its beating im going to DIE.

i feel all warm and fuzzy the idea of Marc being a) such a sweet caring AMAZING kind soul to make you iftar bc LORD KNOWS that is so much work and b) being the kind of person who REFUSES to let you help with dishes even though HE CANT DO THEM WELL.

oh my god

i cant function anymore i feel like i just chugged back a whole pack of red bull im buzzing.

Merry, Happy II

AN: self indulgent fic of the week #3. This is part two of three little blurbs of what I think a friendship with the moon boys would look like during Ramadan (and if reader has an inevitable, obvious, unmistakable crush on them). In no way am I trying to misrepresent the boys from their original presentation of Jewish, and if I have in any way please let me know. This is mainly just focused on reader’s time during this month, not to take away from anything the boys do on their own :).

Tagging some people, no pressure :) @looneytooz @copingchaos @marc-spectors-wife @romanarose @melodygatesauthor @360iris @vaderstherapist @kittyofalltrades @dameronscopilot @xbellaxcarolinax @annautumnsoul @minigirl87 @campingwiththecharmings @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Marc

After being close friends with Steven for a while, he let you in on his secret. He kind of had to, considering his extensive sick calls and your concern for his well being skyrocketing to the point where one day you showed up to his apartment uninvited, only to come face to face with Marc.

You had only gone there as a last resort since Steven wasn’t answering your texts or calls, and called in sick for the past few days with no heads up. You were concerned, okay? Plus, you brought him some lentil soup that you made, a shitty attempt at copying your mom’s recipe (but vegan of course).

Marc had swung open the door angrily at your incessant knocking, squinting his eyes as he placed you - Steven’s work bestie and object of his affections. Not that you knew that last part.

You quickly noticed he wasn’t behaving like himself and left uncomfortably, urging him to have the soup before turning on your heel when he barely spoke two words to you and leaving. Steven had called you the next day to talk and clear things up. Pretty soon, it was you and Marc having movie nights at their apartment on your shared evenings off when Steven tapped out after a long day at work. It actually worked out in a way since Marc would gladly watch all the loud movies with shitty plots with you, whereas Steven would start shifting in his seat and asking, “are you enjoying this?”

Since you started fasting, you put a pause on your movie nights, choosing to spend the evenings focusing on the spirituality that's highlighted during the month. The boys understood and would text you asking if you’ve gotten to eat yet on those nights, checking in with you from a distance.

Marc would ask what you had for iftar, joking about how you never shared that recipe for your mom’s soup with him, to which you guiltily sent it right away, not thinking twice about it.

The next day, Marc invited you over for dinner, telling you he’s got all the food covered, and yes, he made sure to get the halal meat this time. So you go, expecting to walk in on the kitchen being a mess and him to ask you to help him finish up. You end up walking in to see that he’s already set the table, and just about to put the warm, aromatic dishes out.

You’re kind of shocked, to be honest, not expecting him to pull this off but your mouth starts watering at the smells coming from the covered pots and you just turn to him in glee, smiling so big at the effort he’s put in. He’s excited to seat you, telling you he’s almost done as he pulls out the Challah bread that you love so much to go with the soup.

Basically, he made all your favourites, including the lentil soup that you sent him the recipe for, which you happily dipped the bread into. After eating, he didn’t let you wash the dishes even though you argued with him about how he never soaks the pots for long enough. But Marc was stubborn and it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop talking over you about this.

“Marc, come on, you cooked all this food, at least let me᠆”

“No no, go sit down, go-”

“Marc, stop, c’mon, you don’t even do them right-”

“Yes I do, yes I DO, WHO TOLD YOU THAT-”

“Steven has to wash them twice, come on just-”

“I GOT THIS”

Yeah, you weren’t going to fight with him after his nice gesture.

[kittyofalltrades]

MARC I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Merry, Happy II

AN: self indulgent fic of the week #3. This is part two of three little blurbs of what I think a friendship with the moon boys would look like during Ramadan (and if reader has an inevitable, obvious, unmistakable crush on them). In no way am I trying to misrepresent the boys from their original presentation of Jewish, and if I have in any way please let me know. This is mainly just focused on reader’s time during this month, not to take away from anything the boys do on their own :).

Tagging some people, no pressure :) @looneytooz @copingchaos @marc-spectors-wife @romanarose @melodygatesauthor @360iris @vaderstherapist @kittyofalltrades @dameronscopilot @xbellaxcarolinax @annautumnsoul @minigirl87 @campingwiththecharmings @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Marc

After being close friends with Steven for a while, he let you in on his secret. He kind of had to, considering his extensive sick calls and your concern for his well being skyrocketing to the point where one day you showed up to his apartment uninvited, only to come face to face with Marc.

You had only gone there as a last resort since Steven wasn’t answering your texts or calls, and called in sick for the past few days with no heads up. You were concerned, okay? Plus, you brought him some lentil soup that you made, a shitty attempt at copying your mom’s recipe (but vegan of course).

Marc had swung open the door angrily at your incessant knocking, squinting his eyes as he placed you - Steven’s work bestie and object of his affections. Not that you knew that last part.

You quickly noticed he wasn’t behaving like himself and left uncomfortably, urging him to have the soup before turning on your heel when he barely spoke two words to you and leaving. Steven had called you the next day to talk and clear things up. Pretty soon, it was you and Marc having movie nights at their apartment on your shared evenings off when Steven tapped out after a long day at work. It actually worked out in a way since Marc would gladly watch all the loud movies with shitty plots with you, whereas Steven would start shifting in his seat and asking, “are you enjoying this?”

Since you started fasting, you put a pause on your movie nights, choosing to spend the evenings focusing on the spirituality that's highlighted during the month. The boys understood and would text you asking if you’ve gotten to eat yet on those nights, checking in with you from a distance.

Marc would ask what you had for iftar, joking about how you never shared that recipe for your mom’s soup with him, to which you guiltily sent it right away, not thinking twice about it.

The next day, Marc invited you over for dinner, telling you he’s got all the food covered, and yes, he made sure to get the halal meat this time. So you go, expecting to walk in on the kitchen being a mess and him to ask you to help him finish up. You end up walking in to see that he’s already set the table, and just about to put the warm, aromatic dishes out.

You’re kind of shocked, to be honest, not expecting him to pull this off but your mouth starts watering at the smells coming from the covered pots and you just turn to him in glee, smiling so big at the effort he’s put in. He’s excited to seat you, telling you he’s almost done as he pulls out the Challah bread that you love so much to go with the soup.

Basically, he made all your favourites, including the lentil soup that you sent him the recipe for, which you happily dipped the bread into. After eating, he didn’t let you wash the dishes even though you argued with him about how he never soaks the pots for long enough. But Marc was stubborn and it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop talking over you about this.

“Marc, come on, you cooked all this food, at least let me᠆”

“No no, go sit down, go-”

“Marc, stop, c’mon, you don’t even do them right-”

“Yes I do, yes I DO, WHO TOLD YOU THAT-”

“Steven has to wash them twice, come on just-”

“I GOT THIS”

Yeah, you weren’t going to fight with him after his nice gesture.

[melodygatesauthor]

Omg this is SO SWEET

I can picture each scenario so clearly and I think you nailed the way each boy would act so perfectly. BRAVO

Holidays With Them <3

Steven Grant x f!muslim!reader, Jake Lockley x f!muslim!reader, Marc Spector x f!muslim!reader

Warnings: Absolutely tooth rooting fluff, ohmy god it is so so sweet you'll get a cavity. Lots of religion talk, food talk too. This is written with an Arab hijabi reader in mind so yes, it is a female reader!

A/N: AHHHH YOU DONT GET THE GIGGLES I GOT WHILE WRITING THIS!!! There is such a big lack of muslim!reader fics out there so it's my new mission to PUT THEM out there for the sake of me, and all of you pretty baes who asked for a tag or reached out about how touching the little blurb was, THANK YOU.

Synopsis: Disgustingly sweet Ramadan and Eid activities with your favourite boys

Word count: 2215 (sigh. I told you guys.)

Steven Grant: 

Steven’s a very curious soul, and he’s the kind of person who adores learning about new places, people and cultures. So you can imagine when you first started dating, he was already knee deep in studies of Arabian cultures and traditions (he’s a nerd but he’s cute). 

He’s regularly a very comforting person but you swear you’ve never met anyone who you feel so free and open to talk about your heritage and religion with. Naturally, when Ramadan and Eid came around, Steven was actually beyond excited. While he may have done a lot (and I mean a lot.) of research, he also loved listening to you talk for hours about traditions and Islamic history, so he absolutely made sure to sit down and ask at least a million questions, half of which you know he knew the answer to, he just wanted to hear it from you. 

By the time the first week had passed, he’d taken time off from work and decided he was just going to stay home with you for the rest of it even after you protested multiple times. 

He loves spending the mornings with you! On the early mornings when you decide to stay up after Fajr (which is often) he takes over from Marc to stay up with you. You’re sitting on the couch reading through your daily pages of the Qur’an, while he’s sitting at his cluttered desk, bent over a new book with highlighters and pens scribbling in the book margins. 

It’s peaceful and calming and you can’t help the way your heart squeezes every time you look up and glance at him. You felt incredibly blessed to be able to spend such an important holiday with such kind-hearted souls. It made it feel like the world was smiling down on you. When you got tired and started feeling your eyes drooping shut, you heard Steven shuffle over, gently tucking your copy of the Qur’an out of your hands and onto the table, carefully scooping you up and carrying you to bed. It became a routine. You’d wake up for Suhoor and have a quick meal- and like clockwork as soon as you finish Fajr prayer, Steven comes shuffling out of the room, tugging on a fluffy sweater with a little yawn. He grabbed a cup of water, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, before settling at his desk. There was barely any talking, it was just a comfortable silence. He’d interrupt with the occasional question, or maybe a little fun fact- “Did you know ancient Egyptians didn’t use the wheel until the Old Kingdom?” You hummed, looking up from your reading. “Really? Makes sense. Stones were too heavy for wood anyway,” 

He’d nod, smile, then turn back to reading. Other than that, there were no interruptions. He liked it, especially when you felt good enough to do your Quran reading out loud. It made him happy, listening to you read in your mother tongue- and while he was never a religious person, it filled him with a weird feeling. He didn’t understand a word of it, but it reminded him of poetry- not something he could entirely understand or relate to, but still beautiful. Especially beautiful when you have enough courage to explain what you understand from different parts. It was a form of intimacy to share such sacred and important things with one another- it was a level of trust you both valued beyond anything else. 

He decided this was his favourite time of the day then, and he thrived in the gentle atmosphere of the month- how could he not like spending lazy mornings with you for so long? If he could, he’d never work again, he’d simply stay home and spend forever with you. While that isn’t possible in this reality, he’s more than happy to have this month as a forever. 

Marc Spector: 

Marc was very different from Steven. He was not the kind to research every small aspect, or to encourage you to give him a long lecture about your culture. He was more of a silent lover who showed his lover through small, quiet gestures. He wakes you up every night for Suhoor, leaving a small meal for you in the fridge because he knows Steven would forget. You realised after the first few days, your prayer mat and abaya had gone missing and you had asked him about it, he said he had moved them somewhere quieter. When you had found them, you felt your heart ache so deeply you thought you were dying. He had moved it all to a small corner of the living room, clutter moved out and thoroughly cleaned, with little lanterns and a small plant there. The prayer mat was laid out, along with your Quran and it smells faintly of musk. You thought you might die right then and there as you processed the fact that he had put together a small prayer corner for you. When you’d try to ask him about it, he’d simply shrug, muttering about how “it’s not that big of a deal honey, just glad you liked it.” He doesn’t get that it is a big deal. 

It took a little longer for you to realise that Marc had stopped going out for his…nightly activities. At first, you thought that maybe there just weren’t any new missions, but after a while you knew that something was up because now, he’s staying at home every night. Right after you had Iftar and cleaned up with Jake, Marc would take over, arguing to set up a movie and spend the night cuddling on the couch. When you brought it up, he acted like it was a normal thing. “You said this was a month to get rid of bad things like sex right? Well, sex has been removed from the equation, but violence is still a bad thing,” He shrugged. “Didn’t wanna ruin your time with all the blood on my hands,” You turned to face him properly, frowning. “You’re not ruining anything! Habibi, it’s your duty, isn’t it? Wouldn’t Khonshu get mad?” Marc hummed, tightening his arm around your waist. “Don’t care about him.” “Marc-” “Shhhh, enjoy the movie, baby. I’ve got it figured out, yeah? Besides, I like spending my nights with you, makes me happy that you want to spend this special time with me,” “Well obviously I do,” You leaned into him. “This means you’ll walk with me to Friday prayers now?” He chuckled. “Of course,”

You notice after that talk that he starts opening up a lot more. You noticed he’d ask about kosher food when you went out for Iftar on those off days. And you felt beyond proud and overjoyed when you saw him pulling out his kippah one day. He didn’t wear it, but you knew it was just the next step. Him considering it flooded you with joy- that maybe he’s healing a little every day and that it’s getting better slowly. 

Marc was also very good at another important thing: Period comfort. Your period came as it always did, full speed ahead and a pain in the ass, but Marc is always always there at the ready, this time even more. He makes sure you’re super hydrated, there’s always a water bottle beside you at all times- he makes sure you take the painkillers the first day since it’s always the worst, and he gives the best massages. He’s even gone the extra mile to pull up hours long Quran videos on youtube so you can listen to them as you try to fall asleep.

He was a quiet, gentle lover who swept through like a soft breeze that caressed your cheek and left rain kisses on your face. 

Jake Lockley: 

Jake was a romantic, as much as he hated to admit it (and he really hated it). While he’s definitely not as planted in education as Steven is, he’s still incredibly touched when you ask him to help you make Iftar for the first time. In all honesty, he’s never really learnt much about religions and cultures, so it’s definitely new to him but he feels like he won a lottery every time you share a glimpse of your childhood with him, or your favourite traditions or religious stories. With everything he’s been through in life, he’s never really had much time to learn about other people but he’s definitely very happy to learn now, especially from you. One of his new, all time favourite pastimes is making meals in the kitchen with you. While you’re just two people for the evening, he constantly insists on making many different dishes each night. He’s always the one to go out grocery shopping, whether after a taxi shift or just randomly on an afternoon, he just whips out a list and goes on a whim. He adores spending afternoons with you trying out all sorts of different foods. While he’s not a master chef, he definitely has good talent, but it’s honestly not even the food that makes it fun, it’s just the domestic task being done with you. He can’t help but feel all sappy and emotional over it. It’s just really hard for him to believe that he’s spent so long hurting and alone but now he’s got all this love and care all coming from you- for him. He feels so overwhelmed in moments like these when he forgets that hurt, and he just feels so understood and loved. 

As the days roll around, he starts spreading out more. He’s researching a dozen new recipes every day, a million Youtube tutorials and a notebook full of scribbles for different ideas to try with you. It becomes your thing then, like movie nights with Marc and early morning studying with Steven- cooking with Jake just fit in so easily. He’s cheesy, so much that he’d start dancing with you right there- while you may not be playing music in those days, he’s still humming along to your wedding song as he spins you around a few times, before picking you up and placing you on the counter, insisting that “my princesa shouldn’t have to cook after fasting all day. I’ve got hands, I can do it,” He makes use of every single moment you can get together but he also makes sure to give you your space and time to fulfil your tasks for the month. 

One of the harder things for Jake was definitely putting a pause on the mercenary stuff. He’s not the kind to say no to Khonshu, and he takes a sort of…pride in his missions. It keeps him occupied on those nights and makes him feel useful, so when Marc said he wasn’t doing the missions for the month, Jake was definitely hesitant. He understood why, of course, and got why it’s important but he wasn’t sure how to just drop the job for so long. In the end though, he doesn’t regret it one small bit. 

Best part about Jake though? Eid shopping. While Steven is definitely the one with a bit more appreciation for clothing, Jake is all in for style and spoiling his favourite girl. It’s the last few days of the month, and you’re just dragging one another from one store to the next. You try on at least a million different outfits before guys settle on something cute, simple and elegant. He’s also always always determined on buying you new hijabs EVERY TIME you go out, despite you already having many at home, he insists on getting new ones so you have “extras in case anything happens” (let’s be honest, he just likes spending money on you.) He will absolutely NOT let you pay for your Eid clothes, it’s happened more than once where you’ll just be struggling against each other only for him to be the one to reach out and tap his card and pay. He gets all smug and happy about it while you just grumble but in the end he makes up for it, always, with ice cream. 

He’s very damn insistent on goody bags too. While you guys don’t have kids, Jake absolutely goes insane every time he sees the little kids at mosques. He’s very sure to buy at a loooot of chocolate and candy boxes and spends those last few nights with you after Iftar on the living room floor, bags sprawled out everywhere and a bad sitcom in the background as you fill up a hefty amount of bags to hand out. The kids adore him, because he’s funny and sweet and let’s them mess around with him, and the kids have just taken to following you outside after Eid prayers because they know Jake’s going to be outside, leaning against his car and waiting for you to come. 

You always come back to him of course, whether exhausted after work or thrilled after a beautiful morning at the mosque, you always come back, as he always comes back to you too. 

Nothing’s keeping him away from his girl, and the wide smile on your face throughout the day as you go out to celebrate? He can’t help but feel like he’s the luckiest man alive. 

Thanks for reading <3 Please reblog if you've made it this far and enjoyed! Tags for you cuties: @whatthefishh @winterbiipp @looneytooz @twwcs @ahookedheroespureheart

[fandxmslxt69]

hi I was literally digging through every single tag i could find to get my hands on a fluffy muslim fic and i think i just died a little on the inside but a new thing starts growing in me because actually I NEED HIM SO BAD!!!!!!!

DONT. TALK. TO. ME!!!!!!!!!!!!

the fucking safety pin oh my actual god I made a very not human noise when I read that I feel like my heart's going to explode out of my chest!!!!!!!! ITS SUCH A SMALL THING BUT IT MEANS SO MUCH OH MY GOD

dont even get me started on the nicknames???? HELLO.

i am feeling very real emotions for him.

This has satisfied the ache in my chest I feel FULFILLED.

you're actually a blessing wow wow wow im unwell about him and this.

Both of Us

Marc Spector x Muslim!Reader

Dedicated to my love, @welcometostayingawake tu eres el amor de me vida.

Summary: After finding out you Marc, Steven and Jake are having a boy, you and Marc debate baby names, and settle on something that is the combination of both of you.

Warnings: Very little, pregnancy? Lots of religion talk.

A/N: I am a hopeful Jewish convert, and I wanted to make something with a Muslim reader as a few of my readers have expressed a desire for it, so I hope nothing is offensive to Jews or Muslims, I just wanted to write something where we all are getting along, because it absolute is possible, as evidenced by Mona and I's friendship.

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“We’re not naming him Luke, you fucking nerd” You giggle as you hang of Marc’s arm, walking down the windy street. “You just want to be able to say ‘Luke, I am your father’”

“First of all,” Your husband counters, “The quote is ‘No, I am our father’”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” You tease, swaying a bit in the high wind.

“Secondly, you got an awful lot of nerve calling me a nerd when you’re the one who wanted Bennet. You think you’re slick using the last name, as if I haven't watched Pride and Prejudice every time you’re on your period.” Marc speaks with a smile. The two of you were just on your way back from the OB/GYN with the news the child you were carrying was a boy, and the baby name debate ramped up. 

For all the teasing, however, Marc was giddy. You can’t remember the last time you had seen him this happy and for this long. Marc wasn’t constantly grumpy anymore, not really, but to see him grinning and laughing for long periods of time was rare, even with how much better things have been for him. It was nice, seeing him this jovial. 

A particular gust of wind burst through, kicking up rocks and dirt against your bare legs, and Marc quickly pulled you into an alleyway to protect you from any debris flying in the air, positioning his body in front of yours as you were so delicate and precious that even the wind might break you. He had always been protective of you, but since telling him, Steven and Jake you were pregnant, it had only grown tenfold. The boys refused to hardly let you lift a finger, Steven insisting you were doing the hard work of growing a literal child, the least they could do was the dishes.

After the winds subsided for a moment, Marc muttered something about hailing a cab, then went to look you over, straightening out your dress and tucking your hair back in your hijab. “Why do we live somewhere with 70 mile per hour winds?” He grumbles, pulling a spare safety pin he always kept in his wallet for you, and fasting your head covering more securely to face the wind.

You look fondly at him, in turn securing his kippah to his hair as you plant a kiss on his nose. Since you began dating, Marc had found a new appreciation for the religion of his childhood, beginning to practice again in small ways, and although the idea of attending a temple still made him nervous, you were so happy to find him praying again. When he brought up thinking about wearing a kippah again like when he was younger, you encouraged him. Your religion was important to you, and you were thrilled to see him finding importance in his. You worshiped the same God, after all, and believed in many of the same principles and prophets. It was nice to have a common ground, a strong foundation in your marriage. Politically, people didn’t think it was possible for muslims and jews to be friends, let alone married, but you were determined to prove there were more commonalities than differences. Marc smiled at you softly, wondering how the hell you got so lucky. “You’re beautiful, eshgham” (My love)

You smile at the farsi term of endearment he had learned for you.“Thank you, zeeskeit” (Sweetness) You use the Yiddish word you learned for him in turn. You couldn’t help but be struck for the millionth time at how stunning he was, the large brown eyes, thick, dark hair, the slant of his curved nose, his strong jaw, he’s incredible… “What about something from both our religions?” 

“Hm?” Marc seemed confused at the sudden change back to baby names, then caught on. “Oh! You have something in mind, mammele?” (Little mother)

You give a little shrug. “Nothing yet, I just was thinking we share a lot of the same prophets, maybe there was a name in there somewhere that would go well with Randall for the middle name? Are there any particular stories or people you really like?” As soon as you two found out you were pregnant, you knew the middle name would be after his brother if it was a boy. Marc’s gaze held all the love in the world as he watched you. “Yeah, I think that’s a great idea, Elijah is nice, so is Moses. I like Moses a lot…” You knew why, of course. Moses freed the Jew’s from Egyption slavery, something he could relate too all to well with Khonshu. “I like Moses. In Arabic it’s Musa” Marc nodded, that boyish grin coming back to his face. “It’s Mosheh in Hebrew.” “We could name him Moses, and call him Musa or Mosheh like nicknames? So he can grow up knowing both parts of his culture? Would you like that?” You grew giddy at the idea of finally having a name for your son. A son, you were going to be a mother…

A wide smile split his face. “I like that a lot, it’s like the perfect combination of both of us… Moses Randall Spector…” Tentatively, Marc placed his hands on your growing belly.

“Moses Randall Spector” You said with a smile, interlacing your fingers with his over the baby bump as he embraced you, laying him head down on your shoulder, resting, like your were his shelter from the storm, his refuge, his safety.  “You’re gonna be a dad, Marc”

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[whatthefishh]

My dear Ro

I have the most goofiest smile on my face right now

This was so religious hahaha and I loved every second of it!!! Musa!!! HE LEARNED FARSI FOR HER! THE SPARE SAFETY PINS!!! my heart. I cry.

Like genuinely idk how to express how sweet this was I adore you and idk what I did to deserve such gifts 🤍🤍 ILYSM

Both of Us

Marc Spector x Muslim!Reader

Dedicated to my love, @welcometostayingawake tu eres el amor de me vida.

Summary: After finding out you Marc, Steven and Jake are having a boy, you and Marc debate baby names, and settle on something that is the combination of both of you.

Warnings: Very little, pregnancy? Lots of religion talk.

A/N: I am a hopeful Jewish convert, and I wanted to make something with a Muslim reader as a few of my readers have expressed a desire for it, so I hope nothing is offensive to Jews or Muslims, I just wanted to write something where we all are getting along, because it absolute is possible, as evidenced by Mona and I's friendship.

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“We’re not naming him Luke, you fucking nerd” You giggle as you hang of Marc’s arm, walking down the windy street. “You just want to be able to say ‘Luke, I am your father’”

“First of all,” Your husband counters, “The quote is ‘No, I am our father’”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” You tease, swaying a bit in the high wind.

“Secondly, you got an awful lot of nerve calling me a nerd when you’re the one who wanted Bennet. You think you’re slick using the last name, as if I haven't watched Pride and Prejudice every time you’re on your period.” Marc speaks with a smile. The two of you were just on your way back from the OB/GYN with the news the child you were carrying was a boy, and the baby name debate ramped up. 

For all the teasing, however, Marc was giddy. You can’t remember the last time you had seen him this happy and for this long. Marc wasn’t constantly grumpy anymore, not really, but to see him grinning and laughing for long periods of time was rare, even with how much better things have been for him. It was nice, seeing him this jovial. 

A particular gust of wind burst through, kicking up rocks and dirt against your bare legs, and Marc quickly pulled you into an alleyway to protect you from any debris flying in the air, positioning his body in front of yours as you were so delicate and precious that even the wind might break you. He had always been protective of you, but since telling him, Steven and Jake you were pregnant, it had only grown tenfold. The boys refused to hardly let you lift a finger, Steven insisting you were doing the hard work of growing a literal child, the least they could do was the dishes.

After the winds subsided for a moment, Marc muttered something about hailing a cab, then went to look you over, straightening out your dress and tucking your hair back in your hijab. “Why do we live somewhere with 70 mile per hour winds?” He grumbles, pulling a spare safety pin he always kept in his wallet for you, and fasting your head covering more securely to face the wind.

You look fondly at him, in turn securing his kippah to his hair as you plant a kiss on his nose. Since you began dating, Marc had found a new appreciation for the religion of his childhood, beginning to practice again in small ways, and although the idea of attending a temple still made him nervous, you were so happy to find him praying again. When he brought up thinking about wearing a kippah again like when he was younger, you encouraged him. Your religion was important to you, and you were thrilled to see him finding importance in his. You worshiped the same God, after all, and believed in many of the same principles and prophets. It was nice to have a common ground, a strong foundation in your marriage. Politically, people didn’t think it was possible for muslims and jews to be friends, let alone married, but you were determined to prove there were more commonalities than differences. Marc smiled at you softly, wondering how the hell you got so lucky. “You’re beautiful, eshgham” (My love)

You smile at the farsi term of endearment he had learned for you.“Thank you, zeeskeit” (Sweetness) You use the Yiddish word you learned for him in turn. You couldn’t help but be struck for the millionth time at how stunning he was, the large brown eyes, thick, dark hair, the slant of his curved nose, his strong jaw, he’s incredible… “What about something from both our religions?” 

“Hm?” Marc seemed confused at the sudden change back to baby names, then caught on. “Oh! You have something in mind, mammele?” (Little mother)

You give a little shrug. “Nothing yet, I just was thinking we share a lot of the same prophets, maybe there was a name in there somewhere that would go well with Randall for the middle name? Are there any particular stories or people you really like?” As soon as you two found out you were pregnant, you knew the middle name would be after his brother if it was a boy. Marc’s gaze held all the love in the world as he watched you. “Yeah, I think that’s a great idea, Elijah is nice, so is Moses. I like Moses a lot…” You knew why, of course. Moses freed the Jew’s from Egyption slavery, something he could relate too all to well with Khonshu. “I like Moses. In Arabic it’s Musa” Marc nodded, that boyish grin coming back to his face. “It’s Mosheh in Hebrew.” “We could name him Moses, and call him Musa or Mosheh like nicknames? So he can grow up knowing both parts of his culture? Would you like that?” You grew giddy at the idea of finally having a name for your son. A son, you were going to be a mother…

A wide smile split his face. “I like that a lot, it’s like the perfect combination of both of us… Moses Randall Spector…” Tentatively, Marc placed his hands on your growing belly.

“Moses Randall Spector” You said with a smile, interlacing your fingers with his over the baby bump as he embraced you, laying him head down on your shoulder, resting, like your were his shelter from the storm, his refuge, his safety.  “You’re gonna be a dad, Marc”

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