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Okay, but like imagine....clubbing/dancing with jake Lockley in a place where there is both desi and Latin American music playing. You teach each other the popular moves from your region, and Jake near suffers a stroke when nagada nagada starts playing, and you literally scream and pull out your best bhangra moves.
Please tell me if you would like to write on this because I already have made an entire Spotify playlist of the desi portion of the dance mix.
I AM HYPERVENTILATINGGG HELP
Also, Akka, I love you.
Dilliwaali Wifey (Jake Lockley x desi!reader)
Masterlist | Playlist
A/N: for my beautiful friend @pakhiya who has patiently waited months for me to write this :") ilysm and I hope you like this. It was challenging but so fun to write this!!
Warnings: Jake's filthy mouth ™️ (I had to, I love it), alcohol (drink safely yall)
Word count: 2.8 k
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“¡Amor! I told you not to pre-drink before we leave!” Jake gasped, snatching the tequila bottle away from your grasp.
“Baby, just one shot pleaseee…” you plead, throwing your arms around his midriff as he lifts the bottle away from you.
You knew that your husband was doing this for your own good and you loved him very much for doing so but you really liked tequila. On a daily basis, you are relatively shy and soft-spoken and reserved but when the alcohol hits your system, you have no shame and go absolutely nuts.
You and Jake loved to dance, it was one of your favorite past times together and the both of you would often collapse into each other's arms from exhaustion from the amount of dancing that you did. You would dance with him while the both of you cooked and cleaned and especially when a silly song comes on the radio or TV.
During your wedding, your parents had warned you not to bust a move in the heavy lehenga in front of your conservative relatives, but you couldn’t resist it. Not dancing at an Indian wedding? Absolutely atrocious idea. Not being able to dance at the celebration of your life? Even worse. You remember pulling Jake up with you to the dance stage and dancing till your legs gave way.
During your wedding, your parents had warned you not to bust a move in the heavy lehenga in front of your conservative relatives, but you couldn’t resist it. Not dancing at an Indian wedding? Absolutely atrocious idea. Not being able to dance at the celebration of your life? Even worse. You remember pulling Jake up with you to the dance stage and dancing till your legs gave way.
Recently, the both of you started to teach each other your favorite dance moves, just at random intervals of the day, which according to your neighbors was number two on the list of reasons why they filed a noise complaint.
“Jaan, I promise I will not make a fool of myself.” You say reaching up to get the bottle.
“Cariño, you’re my fool and I love seeing you make a fool of yourself but sometimes you get a little out of control, you know?” Jake grimaces slightly, stretching his arm higher to get out of your reach.
To say your husband gets slightly jealous is an understatement. Your mind flashes back to the time when you stood up on the bar table and started dancing for everyone, earning wolf whistles and absurd shouts that your drunk state couldn’t comprehend.
Jake had dragged you off the table and slung you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, carrying you away, shouting at the onlookers. Let's just say that you and husband are now no longer welcomed in that establishment.
“Fine, one shot, that's all, then you’re going slow on the drinks there alright?”
Now, what Jake should have done is poured out the shot for you and hid the bottle from your stupid ass. But instead, he hands you the bottle and walks into the bathroom to change. You grin at your chance and decide it was time to mess around with your husband. You pour a shot, lick the salt, down it and suck on the lime. When Jake didn’t appear, you cautiously poured another shot and repeated the steps again, eyeing the door. You sucked on the lime as you placed the bottle back and washed the shot glass.
“Ready to go?” You felt Jake’s lips on the base of your neck as he turned you around to face him. You stare at him, lime still in your mouth and he leans in and grabs the lime with his teeth, dropping it in the trash can beside you. You raise an eyebrow and you find your lips curling into a smirk.
Mhmm, what else does that mouth do, huh?
“Stop, or else date night is going to take a very different turn, amor.” Jake mirrored your smirk, putting on his newsboy cap and you rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and your heels.
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Jake watches as you open the window of the cab and let your fingers be grazed by the wind, your legs draped over his thighs. You weren’t afraid to let the wind catch your hair, blowing your curls around your face as you blissfully smell the London air. Your lips twisted in an enchanted smile as you tipped your head back.
Jake can’t help but admire you, his wife, his everything. Your love had arrived unannounced to him, like an uninvited guest to his troubled heart. He was glad you decided to stay, to shower him with all you had and he feared that his place would get taken by someone else, someone more worthy than he ever would be.
But that fear drove him to love you more, to cherish every moment you ever had with him with more fervor. With that, he would do anything and everything for you, knowing that you revolved around his little chaotic world.
By the time you and Jake had arrived at the club, you could feel the alcohol numbing your senses. Jake had yet to notice the sudden change as he led you through the doors that open up to a dance floor. You stared in awe at the size of the floor before you and turned to grin at Jake who was already looking at you with a smile on his face.
Jake pulled you towards the bar and ordered as you watched people dance. The atmosphere was exhilarating and you could feel your body wanting to move with the music as its bass courses through you. You close your eyes and let the music envelope you, swaying slightly with its rhythm, your brain voiding all the sounds of people around you.
~ Becky G - Mayores~
“Can I have this dance, senorita?” Jake’s voice cuts through your bliss and he is in front of you, offering his hand.
You raised your hand, flashing the ring that Jake had slipped onto your finger a few years ago.
“Taken unfortunately,” you frowned, playfully.
“I wonder who the lucky bastard is. Nevertheless, I bet I could do better. Care to let me try?” Jake’s lips quirked into a smile, and you feigned hesitation slightly before taking his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor.
Once you both were at the center, Jake spins you around and you twirl away from him but he catches your hand before you could get too far away. He pulls you towards him and you spin into his chest. Jake smirked as you kicked your leg up and let your back dip back with his supporting arm. You snap back up and search Jake’s eyes and all you see is mischief.
“Oh I can assure you that you’ll find what you’re looking for if you stare a little longer, princessa.” he leaned in and whispered, leaving tingles on your ear.
Before you could retort, he repeats the spin when you grab his opposite hand, twirling you away from him. Pulling you close again, Jake hooks his right arm under your back and left arm, picking you up and swirling you around, a move that the both of you perfected after watching a movie. A crowd starts building around you and Jake and cheers erupt around the dance floor with the move that Jake and you just pulled.
Loca
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Loca
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
“You are slightly insufferable, mystery man.” you huffed, trying to catch your breath after that move.
“Do you not like the way that I talk, dance, or hold you, hermosa? I bet your man couldn’t give you the same.” Jake steadied the both of you and grips your hips, dragging you flush against him.
“I - baby!” you squeal as he cuts you off by rapidly twirling you around. “I love it. That's why I’m saying that this would not work out.” you breathed once he steadied you once more.
Jake turns you around and you grind into him as he guides your hips to the rhythm of the music with his body, his arms and your arms crossed in front of you. As the music starts to dip to its end, you turn and Jake dips you down again, running his hand up your thigh and pulling you back.
Suddenly, you were interrupted by a sharp ring and Jake groaned, slipping his hand into his pocket to pull out his phone, glaring at it.
That was one thing about dancing with Jake, you’d almost forget that he is THE Moon Knight. You dreaded the sound of his phone, always knowing that your husband would be off to somewhere, doing something entirely dangerous. He was looking at you now, brown doe eyes big and you forced a small smile.
“I gotta go take this, mi alma, give me five.” Jake said, giving you a kiss as you nod.
Adjusting was the only way you could keep up with Jake Lockley. He always promised that he’d be back, never said goodbye and so far, he has never failed to keep the promise. You try not to think about what would happen if he ever decided to break that promise but you trusted him enough to make things work.
You watch him walk quickly to the exit before making your way past a bunch of overeager dancers to the DJ’s booth where they were taking song requests.
“Hello there, desi girl!” exclaimed the DJ in an instant before you could say anything.
You squinted and leaned closer to the DJ trying to observe his features.
“Oh wow you’re desi too!” you shouted over the loud music with a huge grin on your face.
“Yes ma’am, born and raised! The name is Jay. My boyfriend owns this club! How could I help you tonight?”
Quickly, you had pushed your previous request aside and gave him a list of songs that you wanted to surprise Jake with. The DJ listed every single one of the songs down, grinning from ear to ear.
“Amazing taste! Here with anyone special today?”
“Yea! My husband. I wanted to surprise him.” you said excitedly, smiling happily at the new friend you just made.
“Well, nice meeting you, hope you enjoy your night! Your tunes will be played shortly.” Jay shouts, sending a friendly wink your way.
Your heart is warm as you make your way to the bar, glancing around for any sign of your vigilante husband. When the coast was clear, you pulled a tiny wad of cash out of your bra and signal for the bartender.
“Tequila! Sat!” you giggle at the Good Doctor reference you made and waited for your shot.
After three shots of your favorite poison, you heard the blaring of the first song on your list. You smile as a group of nearby girls squeal and run to the dancefloor. One of the girls noticed you and dragged you by the arm into their gaggle.
~Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani - Dilliwaali Girlfriend~
You sang at the top of your lungs as you and the other girls acted out the famous scene from Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani.
Tere liye hi to signal tod taad ke
Aaya dilli wali girlfriend chhod chhaad ke
Ho tere liye hi to signal tod taad ke
Aaya dilli wali girlfriend chhod chhaad ke
Clearly the girls around you knew the choreography too as all of you matched your dance moves to the lyrics of the song. As the song speeds up, you swung your hips harder and shimmied your chest to the beat. There were claps and hoots from everyone around you and your dance group grew larger by the second.
You found yourself laughing and dancing with one of the girls as your arms fly around rhythmically. Your eyes suddenly caught a man staring at you from across the dancefloor and you knew you were in trouble when you saw the smirk curled onto his lips.
Jake watched with dark eyes and a knowing smile as you danced theatrically to your favorite song in the middle of the dance floor. He knew that you had been sneaking drinks with the way your arms and legs moved in sync. The man could read body language like it was an open book and the way your face lit up was a telltale sign that you had been drinking a little more than you should have.
Fortunately for you, Jake had a major weakness, and when you used it against him, it rendered him completely useless. You lowered your head and looked at him through your lashes, winking before throwing your head back in a laugh. It's a move that definitely got him to his knees and friendly anger surged through him as he shook his head.
The song changed and you beckoned Jake towards you with your index finger. You gulped as your husband walked towards you like a predator that was threatening to pounce. For a man who never fails to buy you flowers every Sunday, he sure looked scary.
~Jalebi Baby - Tesher~
He surprised you slightly by kissing your forehead and smiling at you. You looked up at him questioningly and he just shrugged.
“What? I married a stubborn woman. Ain’t nothing I can do about that, because I love that about you.” he said, cupping your face and sliding a hand onto your waist.
“Besides, I just want you to be safe, amor. I also know how to solve this issue, you know, for at least nine months and a little more.” he said smirking.
“Nine months? That's weirdly specif-'' you thought as Jake led you closer to the center of the dancefloor.
oh-
That son of a bitch.
Everybody tryna figure out your recipe
I'm just tryna get a piece, baby
I know that you wanna get crazy, crazy
Shawty, take it slow then cheti, cheti
Ban ja tu meri, Jalebi Baby (Ayy)
Grabbing your hips, your brain swam and you swooned as Jake pulled you closer to him till your back was flush against his chest. He slotted his face in your neck and you brought your hand up to run it through his curls and pulled his cap off, putting it on your head instead as Jake busied himself with moving the both of you to the rhythm of the music.
Jake spun you around and you gasped, placing your hand onto the cap to keep it from flying away. He pulls you close and bumps your shoulder as you nod understanding his little motion. The both of you burst into your best bhangra moves, something you had taught him when the both of you first heard this song.
I know the things, the things that you like
Your arms are out and above your head, thumbs and index fingers pressed together as you and Jake hop to the beat of the music, the classic dhamaal move, switching to the simple tap step, bedi and coming back to the dhamaal as the music drops.
Jake grabs your hand again as the second verse starts mouthing the words as you laugh and dance freestyle with him, and at that moment, it was just you, him and the music. The rest of the club had disappeared around you and all you could see was the stars in your husband's eyes and feel his energy emitting through your soul.
I know the things, the things that you like
You smile at Jake as he lifts you up and kisses you, and you know then that you’d give anything to feel this feeling over and over again.
Translations:
Amor: Love (Spanish)
Jaan: Sweetheart (Hindi)
Cariño: Sweetheart (Spanish)
Senorita: Miss (Spanish)
Princessa: Princess (Spanish)
Mi alma: My soul (Spanish)
Bhangra: Bhangra is a type of traditional folk dance of Punjab, originating in the Sialkot area of Punjab, Pakistan. It is done in the season of harvesting. According to Manuel, bhangra is especially associated with the vernal Vaisakhi festival
Dhamaal: Bhangra move where you hop from one foot to the other with your arms above and in front of you
Bedi: Bhangra move where you skip from one foot to the other while your arms move in a circular movement from beside you to in front of you (horizontally)
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THIS IS WHY I PAY MY INTERNET BILLS. FOR THIS TYPE OF REPRESENTATION.
OH GOD I NEED TO EAT THIS FIC FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND DINNER.
Tamizh girlies assemble🎀✨
Moon boys dating a desi girl would include:
paring: moon boys x desi! fem! reader; established relationship
a/n:
reader is Tamil cause I need the rep :)
this for my Tamil girls in the moon knight fandom <3
I added little funny thing at nicknames, you guys are gonna love it 🤭
Y/n has loving and acceptable parents here.
genre: fluff, but sexual innuendo is there.
minors dni
gif credit
tag: (not my usual taglist, cause this is hella specific)
@mintpurplemnm
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• Holi is super fun with your boyfriends. Chasing them with water guns with colourful holi powder mixed with water.
"It's not fair" you whine, playfully. "You used your skills"
Not really a fair competition against Marc and Jake's aiming skills, I know. But, come on, the laughter on their faces when you smeared Holi powder on their faces was totally worth it.
"It's not fair to use your cuteness too, princesa" Jake retorted with a little smirk.
Lighting up earthen lamps and placing it on the corners of your house during Deepam.
Your boyfriends help you light it, it's one of the cutest sights to see Marc cradling a lamp in his hand, cupping it to prevent the wind blowing it off.
• Your parents adore your boyfriends. Not gonna lie, it was difficult and quite hard for them to understand at first. But after they met them and truly got to know about them eventually, they couldn't help but love them. I mean, how could they say no to Steven's well impeccable politeness, Marc's charisma and Jake's charm. And they made you genuinely happy.
"I swear, ma. It's like you prefer my boyfriends over me" you joke to your mom.
"Oh, I do, chellam" she replies with a small smile on her face.
"Ma!"
She laughs, kissing your forehead.
"Innu konjom sapdu, kanna" she lovingly adds another chapathi to Marc's plate with a beaming smile on her face and patting his arm.
He is absolutely overwhelmed by her motherly affection and he gets teary eyed by her genuine love. You knew it is new for Marc, you reach out to brush your thumb over his knuckles in soothing gesture. He smiles at you, reassuring you.
Steven and your history nerd dad bonding over their nerdy-ness. You smile to yourself, shaking your head fondly watching them bond.
Your mom showing Indian cooking tricks to Jake, him doing reciprocating the gesture by telling her to make Spanish dishes.
Whenever she visits, she makes you and your boyfriends stand closer and does the gesture that removes evil eye.
Your mom spoils your boyfriends every time she visits by bringing them homemade snacks, food or buying them clothes, even though they protest.
"No one can stop me from spoiling my sons" she announces casually, making them freeze. They swore to protect your mother at all costs.
They didn't protest after that, they accept her love and care without guilt or resistance after getting used to it.
• Singing to yourself 'Chammak challo' when doing dishes with headphones. You don't realise when Marc comes back. He watches you move your hips with a goofy grin on his face. Your eyes lit up when you see him, without breaking character, you sing the song, gesturing at him.
Shawty I am gonna getcha,
You know I am gonna getcha,
You know I will even letcha
Letcha be my Chammak Challo
And you dance with him, and he indulges in your dance, chuckling, not caring about your soapy hands.
• Calling them sweet nicknames.
When Steven asked you, "How do I look?" wearing a new shirt he really liked.
You did the gesture that removes evil eye, you know the one when you touch someone's face and bring it to your face as if taking away the evil eye and cracking your fingers, that one.
"Ada, thenada!" you exclaim, giggling.
He thinks you are teasing him, you assure him with a kiss to his pouty lips and tell him it means 'honeycomb'
At that, he smiles adorably, making you kiss his lips again.
• Calling them cheesy Tamil nicknames when you want to tease them.
"Ammukutty, en chellakutty, jhangri, boondhi, umma" at 'umma' you lean down to press a sloppy kiss on Jake's forehead. He was resting his head on your lap.
"You are just getting be back for calling you 'jabón' that day" he chuckles, thinking you are calling him random, ridiculous things.
"Jake Lockley," you let out a fake gasp, "I would never"
He smiles, taking a loose strand of your hair between his fingers and twirls it.
"I'm not vengeful," you tease him, "those are the cheesiest names for a lover"
"I think I prefer the ridiculous ones" he jokes, making you hit his chest playfully.
• The boys losing their minds when they see you in saree for the first time, cause miss ma'am, you looked like an ethereal painting. It was for your cousin's wedding.
Jasmine flowers in your hair, when you walked by Steven, he closed his eyes inhaling the sweet scent of jasmines wafting around you.
Marc was mesmerized seeing few loose strands of fair framing your face perfectly, matching bindhi on your forehead your glass bangles clinking together whenever you moved your hands, the melodious sound of silver anklets when your feet moved.
The teasing exposure of your bare skin on your waist was too much for Jake. He came up behind you and kissed your exposed skin above your blouse and below your neck. "Eres hermosa, mi amor"
You looked like one of a celestial nymphs from Indra Logam.
The boys decide to grow moustache for Jake for a while. And when you saw Jake trying on white shirt and vetti with golden border, and his moustache, you swooned on the spot. I mean, he is already handsome but this, your knees almost buckle at the sight of him. You let out a dreamy sigh.
• Food. Instant bonding with Jake over love for spicy food. The man loves chicken briyani. Jake is a good cook, he introduces you Spanish dishes.
Steven favourite is potato stuffed samosas.
Marc enjoys chapathi and chicken gravy.
When you made gulab jamun for the first time, you teasingly swiped the sugar syrup dripping down Marc's lips with your thumb, then put in inside your mouth, sucking it.
"You are a tease, babe"
You winked at him, feeding him another gulab jamun with your hand and smiling.
All three of them love gulab jamun, you make the best ones.
• Your slangs and usual vocabulary casually slipping into theirs and vice versa.
• You and Steven getting little bit competitive whenever there is a cricket match England vs India.
Whichever team wins, depending on that, you and Steven settle it with either a tickling match or in bedroom.
• Whisper sweet things in Tamil during soft, sensual moments.
"En idhaya thudipe neethan" you whisper to Marc when he dozes off in your arms. You smile and kiss his forehead.
"En uyir moochu nee" you breathe softly, cupping Steven's face, cuddling him.
"En uyira neethan da" you let out a sigh of content, looking down at Jake, who is resting his head on your lap. He reaches out to pull your face closer to his lips to kiss you softly.
• One word. Kamasutra. Your sex life is amazing. Your boyfriends hit the jackpot. You feel the same about them. Trying different positions and kinks.
• Having a Jewish - Hindu wedding like Schmidt & Cece from 'New Girl'. Your wedding is personal, small, beautiful, meaningful with only closest friends and family.
• Your children growing up in a loving, multicultural household.
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Tamil (not 100% literal translation)
Thenada - honeycomb
chellam - sweetie
Indra Logam - Heaven (Specifically, court of Indra dev, King of Heaven)
Innu konjom sapdu, kanna - Eat more, dear
Ammukutty/chellakutty - sweetheart
Jhangri - a type of Indian sweet
Boondhi - savoury or sweet Indian dessert
En idhaya thudipe neethan - you are the beats of my heart/my heart beats for you.
En uyir moochu nee - you are the breath of my life
En uyira neethan da - you are my soul
español
Jabón - soap
Eres hermosa mi amor - You are gorgeous, my love.
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a desi!reader inspired mood board for upcoming desi!reader fics
#steven grant x desi!reader#marc spector x desi!reader#jake lockley x desi!reader#bucky barnes x desi!reader#miguel o’hara x desi!reader#remus lupin x desi!reader#thorin oakenshield x desi!reader#tom riddle x desi!reader#zee's thoughts
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Fanfic Recs List!
(not necessarily written in November, but that’s when I read ‘em! - a little shorter than normal, beacause I was unwell during most of Dec.)
🎀 - fluff ☔ - angst 🍑 - smut
🎀 thunder only happens when it’s raining (llewyn davis x reader) - @eyelessfaces
🍑A Change (Marc Spector x gn!reader) - @romanarose
🍑Seattle Series (Marc Spector X Jewish!OC) - @romanarose
🍑More Than Alright (Steven x Layla) - @howaboutcastiel
🍑The Eye of the Moon Series (Moon Boys System x Layla x Desi!OFC) - @nadja-antipaxos
🎀Secret Santa With Steven (Steven Grant x reader) - @grantspectortrash
🎀New Year (Steven x Layla) - @otherworldsys
🍑Crazy Bitch (Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader) - @romanarose
🍑Kyoko’s Secret Santa (Nathan Bateman x f!reader) - @kittyofalltrades
🍑The Consequences Of Being A Brat (Nathan Bateman x afab!reader) - @midgardian-witch
🍑 Come And Put Your Name On It (Poe Dameron x f!reader) - @welcometostayingawake
🎀Midnight (Poe Dameron x GN!Reader) - @campingwiththecharmings
They are all amazing!
#fanfic#fanfic recs#fanfic recommendations#oscar isaac#oscar isaac characters#moon knight#moon knight mcu#llewyn davis#nathan bateman#poe dameron
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Fate Laid Differently In a Taxi Ride
Jake Lockley × fem desi!reader
Word count: 1k+ words
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This wasn’t the night that you had wished for.
When your boyfriend called you up in the afternoon to tell you that he would fetch you to take you out for dinner, you were beyond the moon. Both of you had been so busy for the past weeks that neither of you had been able to do anything together, be it indoors or outdoors. So you were excited and spent hours rummaging through your wardrobe, trying on one dress to another. Finally, you settled on the black cami dress, satin and fitted against your figure, that you remembered your boyfriend liked. Your face was covered with makeup and your dark, raven hair flowed freely down your back. No matter how modern your outfit may be, you would always love to adorn yourself with accessories of your Desi culture—a simple matching set of Jhumka drop earrings and necklace.
Basically, you were dressed over the top, not just to please your boyfriend but yourself. You deserved a good night and having yourself pampered. Soon enough, your boyfriend came by minutes after and off you two went to your favourite italian restaurant. You were pleased at how the night came to be.
So the outcome of the night wasn’t what you were expecting.
Here you were sitting opposite of your boyfriend, who started off sweet and romantic in the beginning, but now looked guilty and sad like someone who just committed a crime.
“I’m sorry, y/n, but I actually want to break things off with you.”
Your heart shattered into pieces and you felt yourself becoming one with rage and disappointment. Tears were already free flowing down your cheeks and without replying, you stood up from your chair and headed out. Deep down, you were hoping that he would chase after you but after more than 20 minutes of walking down the sidewalk, you realised he wouldn’t be chasing after you.
You wanted to break down and cry from the pain you felt but you were not the type to cry in public, or at least you tried your best not to. So quickly you hailed down a taxi and entered the vehicle to hide your messy self. The moment you sat down at the back seat, you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak or look up. You stared down at your lap, hoping that the night would just swallow you whole. Without realising the taxi began to move even though you had yet to mention a destination as you were drowning with waves of emotions.
The taxi moved smoothly and you couldn't even tell how long or when it began. Before you know it, your soft sobbing filled up the space inside the vehicle.
“Are you okay?” The taxi driver spoke soft, curious and you noticed the Spanish accent. Hearing his voice somehow calmed down your nerves a little and it made you look up. You could only see dark brown eyes through the rear-view mirror as they stared back at you. Somehow seeing them made you feel a little warm and safe even though you know nothing about this stranger.
“Just—” you laughed dryly, wiping the tears away with your fingers, “just stupid, stupid night is all.”
“Someone broke your heart.” It was a statement and not a question, as if he could read you through the dark of the night.
You wanted to deny at first but you chuckled and nodded. "Yeah."
"Your boyfriend?" He inquired as he swiftly took a left.
"Ex-boyfriend." You corrected him with a slight edge to your tone. Remembering your ex-boyfriend made your blood boil and hands curling up into fists—regretting that you didn't punch him before you left the restaurant.
"Lo siento, hermosa." The corners of his eyes crinkled up slightly. "Ex-boyfriend."
"He must have been a stupid guy to hurt a beautiful woman like you." The taxi driver added.
You shook your head as you felt warmth travelled through your cheeks at the sudden compliments—you knew basic Spanish to understand him speaking in that language. Tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear, you somehow jumped to the first thought in your mind. "Have you been a taxi driver for a while now?"
He seemed amused at the question before shrugging his shoulders. "For as long as I can remember, yes. As a taxi driver, you meet many people. Bad, good, rude, kind—you name it. You would either chat with them or say nothing."
It felt weird that you found yourself captivated with his voice; it was calming and playful too, and hidden with untold stories. Not to mention that the Spanish accent lured you in further even without seeing his face fully.
"Besides that, there are also times when some passengers forget to tell where they wanna go and I just drive around."
It took you a few minutes to take his words in and fully understand the meaning. When you did, you gasped and cursed yourself in your mother tongue at your foolishness, smacking your forehead in embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry. It slipped out of my mind." You muttered softly but loud enough that he laughed. His laughter made you smile though you suppressed yourself—at least, you thought you did.
"It's okay. I don't mind accompanying a beautiful passenger like you." He quipped while winking at you through the rear-view mirror. Again, you blushed like a teenage girl. Then you proceeded to tell your address and he redirected the route to your neighbourhood.
The ride to your apartment was filled with chatters between you two. Random questions were easily exchanged and the both of you talked as if you had met one another before. So when he finally pulled up outside of your apartment building, you felt your heart sunken in despair. You didn’t want to end the night and wanted nothing more but to continue talking with the taxi driver. Yet, you knew better than to keep someone from doing their job especially when the night was still long. With a reluctant heart, you pulled out a couple of bills from your purse to hand them over to him.
“Hermosa, it’s fine. Keep the money. I don’t need it.”
“But—”
He let out a charming chuckle as he fixed the flat cap on his head; with the help of the lights outside, you can see a bit more of his handsome features that were causing your heart to race a mile.
“Maybe..” he paused and flickered his eyes upwards back to the rear-view mirror to look at you, “you’d like to go on a dinner with me as payment instead?”
His suggestion caused both of your brows to raise up out of surprise and also the fact that your mouth almost agreed as quickly as you heard it.
“My ma told me not to say yes to strangers.” You replied with a hint of playfulness and seriousness mixed together in your voice and it was visible on your features.
“Then we best make ourselves acquainted, right?” He replied with a hum.
Maybe you should be more wary of him. After all, you only knew him for less than an hour, or was it less than 30 minutes—either way, you should have been more careful of the taxi driver. But you couldn’t help yourself from wanting to know him better and accepting his offer.
Turning around from his seat, you finally saw his face properly and you were correct, he was ravishingly good looking, and your heart stuttered a beat.
Offering you the most charming smile that one can have, he extended his hand to you as if to seal the deal of your fate to be entwined with him.
“I’m Jake.”
You did what your heart told you and shook his hand.
“I’m y/n.”
This wasn't the night you wished for but you didn't mind a bit.
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Translation:
Lo siento: I'm sorry
Hermosa: Beautiful
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A/N: I wasn't sure if I correctly portray Jake Lockley but this is how I envisioned he'd be with someone he finds interesting. Hopefully, I did him justice! If not, I'm sorry—😭
Also, I'm not a desi girl but this is made specially for my dear friend!
Happy belated birthday gift and Happy Deepavali @jake-g-lockley <333
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Rasmalai juice staining her lips
Marc/Steven/Jake x fem!Desi!reader
Warning: racism, fights with mom, desi education system, crying, use of gaalis.
Tagging: @lil-stark @just-laufeyson @winter-moony @luvsersi @idli-dosa @directioner5life @fangirlwithasweettooth @uglyasswoman @navs-bhat
The bangles aren't what attract his attention, nor is it the fact that you're wearing a kurta in the heat and listening to ghazals.
It's the bliss on your face as your head falls back in satisfaction after eating your weekly bowl of rasmalai.
It's the way the juice is dripping from your lips.
He wants to kiss it off.
"Jake? Anything wrong?" you ask him, your lovely thick eyebrows furrowed as you lick your lips.
He just shakes his head, enamored at the fact that someone like you even gives a single shit about him. He understands why you love Steven, the guy was sunshine incarnate. And Marc, who showed his love often and communicated his feelings openly.
But him? What made him special?
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice your hand come closer to cup his face, the cold glass bangle shaking him out of his thoughts.
His heart began to beat faster as you smiled, coming closer. Your fingers lightly dancing over his face, tracing the contours of his nose, smoothening his furrowed brow, softly rubbing his cheek bones.
"You have no idea how much I love you, huh?" you murmured.
He scoffed slightly, trying not to blush. You huffed out a laugh.
"Pichi."(idiot) and then you kissed him, lips tasting of rasmalai. Bangles jingling as your hands moved to his hair, tugging lightly. Your chunni was discarded.
The ghazals kept playing as you stared at each other, getting lost in each other as you had so many times before. Your kohl-lined eyes, were looking at him with so much love he was taken aback. He didn't need anymore reassurance.
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He is supposed to be the calm one out of the three.
Yet he can't help but feel his blood boil when he sees you crying.
As he cups your face and makes you look at him, his heart breaks at the tear stains and the smudged kohl, which was always immaculate. Your lips are wobbling as you mumble incoherently.
"Baby, what happened?" he asks softly.
" Oh Marc, my boss, that harami.(asshole)" was all you managed to say before pulling him into a hug and sobbing into his chest.
"Oh baby, it's okay. You need to calm down. Do you want Steven to front?"
You shake your head, "Na na, it's okay. Koi bath nahi.(it's nothing)"
He smiles comfortingly, "Want some chai?"
He nearly laughs at the way your eyes light up as you nod.
A few minutes later, after you've washed your face and calmed down, he asks you again, "What did your boss do?"
You sigh, "He's one suar ka aulaad(son of a pig). You know how many nights I've stayed up late, finishing his reports for him, doing his work, and then doing my own work to the best of my ability. I'm one of the best writers in the team and I was so sure I would get the promotion, arey(used to show exasperation) everyone else was expecting me to get it. But that white piece of shit gave the promotion to Micheal, who didn't do a single thing. And when I asked him about it, all he said was that Micheal deserved it more because he was born here and he would benefit from it as a citizen of this country. Like, what shit is that? I don't deserve a promotion for all the shit I've done for him, and because I'm Hindustani? Somehow that doesn't click."
He clenches his jaw, "That jerk."
You nod and stand up, "Kutta.(Dog) I refuse to be made to feel small because of where I'm from. Arey, what right does that haramzaade(bastard) have? To state that me being Indian is a good enough reason to give MY promotion, the one I worked my ass off for, to some white dude who doesn't even lift a finger?"
"He has no right, baby. No right at all." he stands and takes your hands, pulling you into a hug, "Want me to teach him a lesson?"
You nod against his chest, "Don't let Jake kill him, please."
He chuckles, kissing your hair.
"Oh!" you pull back and reach into your bag on the table. You pull out a box and open the top to reveal sweets of all kinds.
"Found a good Indian store and I just had to buy these! They look just like Nani's." (nani means maternal grandmother)
He smiles as you take one out and cup your hand under it, moving to feed him a bite. His mouth is rewarded with a burst of flavour that leaves him wanting more.
"Nice, na?" you wink.
He swears he's never loved you more.
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"Ma, no. Please understand what I'm trying to say! How am I disrespecting you? I never raised my voice once! Please just listen!"
Steven has met your mom over video chat a few times, and she's one of the sweetest women he's ever seen. And yet, this very woman is the reason his love his currently trying not to scream into a pillow.
"Amma, just-. Look, you're in a bad mood, I'll call you later when you've calmed down." you cut the call and groan into your palm.
He slowly makes his way to the sofa where you're currently seated and plops down beside you.
"Lovey..what happened? Why was mum upset?" he asks.
"Nothing, jaan. She gets into one of her moods and expects me to remain in a good one because she's elder and she supposedly is never wrong and all that shit. All the elders in our family, except my nani are like that. Being elder makes you right, being younger makes you wrong, and if you think otherwise, you'll get a slap."
"Oh, lovey. I'm so sorry." he pulls you into a hug.
"Tell me what to do, Steven." you choke out, " I mean, one time she's the sweetest mother on Earth and the next she's like some fire-breathing dragon. She's the one who told me to pursue what I want, everytime I bitched about the education system back at home. She's the one who gave me chai everytime I dozed off during studying history. Gandhi sucks by the way. She cares for me, she loves me, i know that. And yet, if she loves me, why do I feel like this everytime we have a conversation?"
"Lovey, you know your mum better than I do. It sucks that she's like that. But you have to understand that all her life, she's probably been treated the same way you're being treated right now, she's would have felt the exact same way after every disagreement with your nani. Talk to her when she's calm, explain your situation. I know it hurts, baby. It'll be okay." he kisses your forehead.
"Oi Hoi, you've become quite the clever man, meri jaan. Thank you, thank you for being so understanding, so caring." you kiss him lightly and rest your forehead against his.
"Can we dance?" he asks after a few moments.
You grin, reaching for your phone and playing that one song that he's become obsessed with. The one from the Bollywood movie. You move slowly in tandem. Snorts of laughter coming from him when you trip over a discarded pair of chappals.
As the music intensifies, the both of you spin and crash into each other. Your jhumka's swing and your bangles jingle. Your kurta flies as he spins you in the air and kisses you.
Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta hein, yaara, mein kya karu. (I see god in you, my love, what should I do)
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They're speechless.
She's looking so pretty. Jake coos.
Damn right, mate. Steven agrees.
Your lehenga is a dark green, gold embroidery on the shawl, and blouse. Your hands have mehendi on them, your lips tinted. Your eyes lined with kohl, you're wearing your signature jhumkas. The smile on your face as you look away shyly almost makes him fall flat on his face.
"Baby" he takes a step closer, the sherwani your mom gifted him matching with yours, "You look so lovely. Wow."
"Aw, thanks Marc. You look amazing as well."
Shut up and kiss her! Jake shouts
No, it'll ruin her lipstick! Steven protests.
He settles for taking her hand in his and kissing her palm.
"I'm going to marry you someday." he confessed.
Hell yeah!
"I can't wait." you smile, "I love you."
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Hi (this is wysteria-clad) just tossing idea of Tamil reader x moon boys.
Imagine when you take the boys to a family function and they see so many immediate and extended family members, they are nice to them, constantly giving them something like eat especially sweets, excitedly hugging them, and the boys get overwhelmed in a good way. Hello, Indian weddings 😂
Title: Vanna Kolathil Vaanam! (The Sky, a Colourful Mess!)
Pairing: Desi!Reader x Moon Boys
Rating: General, pure wholesomeness
Summary: Guiding your boyfriends through Indian culture and customs, which you know can be quite overwhelming. Indian family and neurodivergent western boyfriend bonding time! Unrealistic desi family representation that made me wish I literally had these people as my relatives.
A/n: *cracks knuckles* all my time spent daydreaming about dragging the Moon boys into Desi, especially Tamil culture is at last put to use, I was BORN ready to answer this ask to the point where I'm turning this into a fic, so here I go.
Not proofread so if you see any glaring mistakes, no you didn't.
Translation to all the words and phrases is included at the end.
Convincing your family that you're going to bring your current boyfriend to this year's Diwali, as you guessed, wasn't an easy feat.
The moment you opened your mouth and the word "Boyfriend" spilled out, your entire family, extended included, nearly pounced on you, with an exception of your cousins, who you were hoping would save you and have your back from the elders.
The words following didn't help them calm down any further.
"He isn't Tamil??" Your uncle asked anxiously.
"No, Mama, he isn't-"
"Oh, a multi-cultural wedding in the future then!" Your younger cousin chimed in, putting in his dime to make this as light-hearted as possible.
"A North Indian then? Ayy, do we all finally have to learn Hindi?" Your aunt joked, getting collected chuckles from everyone in the room.
Forcing a laugh that sounded like an orca whale choking, you gulped. This is gonna be harder than you thought.
"He isn't an Indian, aththa, he is... Well, he was born in America, then spent some time in London, but he travels around the world a lot,"
"Hold on, he's an American?? Like NRI?" Your younger aunt asked.
"No, chithi, he isn't brown, at all-"
"Ada kadavule!" Your grandma gasped.
Shit. When the oldest in the pack are displeased, then your entire plan of introducing your boyfriends to your family might as well go down the drains.
"A white man. My daughter is going to marry a white man," Your dad kept murmuring in disbelief.
"He isn't white either," You mumbled. "He is of Latino descent"
Your family stared at you, wide eyes blinking at you. You knew how alien this is all to your family. Sending you off to America for your higher studies, as they all expected, came with more consequences than they'd thought.
They all were trying their best to be supportive and change their worldviews to accommodate a person into this wonderful family, and it meant the world to you. This could've easily been way worse, as bad as you disowning them all and running away to him forever.
Steven's calming and reassuring words echoed in your brain. He had asked you to be confident and level-headed while talking to your family, promising that everything was going to turn out fine.
It took Marc months to finally tell you that he's ready for you to talk about him to his family. You never pushed him, or constantly brought up the topic. You gave him all the time and space he needed to mull over that idea. Sharing your childhood stories meant him learning all about Indian family dynamics and whatnot, and isn't that enough for a poor Western man to fear for his life?
"So how big is your family?" Jake had asked, making you nearly choke on your idli.
"You do not wanna know, chellam," You gulped some water and went back to eating.
"Guess we all have to download duolingo then," Your younger uncle said and everyone laughed.
"So who is he? What's his name?" Your mom asked.
"Before we get into all of that, there's something important I need to tell you all," You fidgeted with your dupatta.
"Thangam, we just asked you his name?" Your uncle asked.
"He has DID," You blurted. "Dissociative Identity Disorder," You looked at your psychiatrist cousin, hoping he'd take over from here to explain all the technical stuff. You could do it yourself, but you just wanted all the eyes of you for just a second.
After giving your family some cool-down time to wrap their minds around it, they asked you what happened to him to the point he had to develop this disorder, to which you promptly said that it was not your story to share, it was your boyfriend's.
"He has three alters. They are all my boyfriends,"
"Holy shit, y/n has three boyfriends? While I'm here struggling to land even one?" Your younger cousin said, few asked him to stop swearing, and few laughed along but mostly, she did help in bringing down the tension in the air.
"Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley" You proceeded to tell your eager family all about the love of your life, playing with your bangles the whole time, excluding the part of them being ex-avatars of an ancient Egyptian deity and Marc's days as a mercenary.
"See, all of them are working and well-mannered gentlemen, I always knew you would choose well, Kanna," Your grandad smiled at you, as you felt the tight knot that you didn't realize was there loosen up considerably, finally letting you breathe properly.
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"Y/n where are you? Everyone is waiting for you guys! Are y'all still getting ready?" You read your older brother's text and sent a hasty reply that you guys will reach your grandparent's house in 5 minutes.
The truth was, Marc and you were already parked at the end of the street, going over all the norms and relations, how to call them, and such one last time.
"Your mom is my aththa, your dad is my mama, your brother is my machan, and your little sister- who is she to me?" Marc looked up at you.
"I don't know, I just know that you're her mama, okay? I know, I know, there are lots of relations using the term mama, like uncle, father-in-law, or brother-in-law for younger girls. You'll get the hang of it soon enough," You took his hands into yours and gave him an encouraging squeeze.
"Marc, baby, you do know that you don't have to do this. I can just call everyone now and tell them that you can't make it-"
"No," Marc shook his head. "Y/n, I have to do this. I want to do this. They're your family, they are important to you. Which means they're important to me too,"
"Steven?" You asked. Marc just nodded, and the next second, the man sitting next to you was your sweet Steven.
"Hey, you ready?" You asked and he nodded, running his hand through his hair, checking his reflection in the rearview mirror.
"I'll just be glad at the end of the day if this vetti doesn't fall off," He joked.
"Aye, don't worry about that! I tied it around you myself, it won't fall off, okay?" You laughed, your fingers hovering over his shirt and collar.
"I'm just wearing a simple shirt and vetti, darling, but look at you," He said, eyes sweeping over you as a blush crept on your cheek.
"You look gorgeous, love" He smiled, his wide eyes shining bright.
"You don't look half bad yourself, Romeo. Hey, is Jake here? Can I talk to him?" You asked.
"'Course, love," he said before letting way to his other alter to front.
"Oh and remember, all of you, I know this is a celebration, but a public display of affection is... not recommended, okay?" You said, checking your bag to make sure you had all the supplies. One can never be too sure if they're all set while entering an Indian celebration. "This is not a regular Diwali celebration for my family this year, we are hosting nearly the entire neighborhood," You mumbled, praying that everything goes well.
"Let's just hope there are hidden corners and passages in the house," Jake said, earning a playful glare from you.
"What? You expect me to keep my hands off you when you look like that?" Jake snaked his arm around your waist to pull you close and plant a kiss on your temple.
You were wearing an off-white and crimson saree decorated with embroidered patterns. Adorned with pieces of jewelry you and your family spent hours selecting, you knew you practically shined with all the gold framing your face, neck and waist, and wrist.
Throwing a glance at him, you had to bite back the urge to say that it was going to be harder to keep your hands off of him when he looked that good.
Hair gelled to perfection, a week full of good night's sleep, shopping, and spa made his dark circles disappear and made him glow, clean-shaven face showing off his sharp jaw and structured face. You couldn't help but feel your pride swell in your chest- he looked so sharp and handsome.
"It's getting late, darling, the function's already started. We need to get going,"
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Your grandparent's house- One of the oldest and the grandest in the village, stood tall and proud against the background of trees and temples. Decorated with fairy lights and bustling with people who were either relatives or friends, the house seemed to be booming with life and a wonderful festive spirit that evening.
"So many people," You could hear Marc mutter in awe... or he was trying to calm his senses that are always on high alert whenever he was in a crowded place.
Eyes turned to gaze at the two of you, the granddaughter who left for America and her foreign boyfriend, the moment you both stepped inside the gates.
"Y/n! Come inside. Oh, there he is! The main man of the night!" Your aunt's shrill and excited voice penetrated through the murmurs and excited giggles from the crowd. "As for the rest of you, please do resume enjoying the food and beverages," She said, her sweetness not wavering even in her sharp tone.
Intertwining his hands in yours, you made sure he was alright one last time before you both proceeded to make your way to your family, who didn't waste a second in gathering in front of you.
Your mom and her sister rushed from inside, holding a ceremonial brass plate with colored, ceremonial powders, betel leaves, a couple of bananas, and a flame burning bright at its edge.
"Stand closer, dears," you don't know whose hands pushed you closer to your boyfriend, making you nearly fall over him.
"So what do I do now?" Marc whispered in your ears.
"When they've stopped circling this plate in front of us, they'll extend it towards you, you hover your hands over the flame and then place your palms over your eyes. After that, you take one of the three over there," You pointed to the viboothi, sandhanam, and kungumam.
"The red powder is the kungumam, the white one is the viboothi, and the sandal liquid is sandhanam. You take any of that and place it on your forehead," You said, as Marc listened to you intently, his eyes following the plate wherever it went.
"Which one should I choose?"
You mulled over that question for a while.
"Well, I feel like Steven would go with sandhanam, you'd go with the viboothi and Jake with the kungumam,"
"Mama, who is fronting now?" Your younger sister asked him. Your heart melted as you realized that your family has already accepted him.
"I'm Marc," he smiled, extending his hands. "So nice to finally meet you in real life," Your sister took his hand and shook it warmly, all smiley.
"Welcome to India, Marc, and more importantly, welcome to our family!" Your dad patted him on the back.
Sharing glances with him, the tension in your shoulders eased as you saw Marc practically gleaming. If he had any traces of fear or nervousness in him, he was good at hiding it.
"Marc, place the kungumam on her forehead, will you?" Your aunt asked him.
Looking at you for your approval, Marc caught you furiously blushing, tugging on the ends of your saree, and paired it up with the girls around you both giggling.
He did it nevertheless, the red vermillion streak now visible above your pottu. "What does it mean?" He whispered.
"Husbands do that to their wives," You mumbled, trying to look at him without blushing harder. Turns out, that piece of information had the same kind of effect on Marc too.
Goddamit, all these traditional lovey-dovey things were making you weak and stereotypical. But hey, when are you going to have anything like this again? You decided you, along with your boyfriend, are going to have one hell of a time this Diwali with your family.
"It isn't enough to take Aarthi for just one maapla, is it!?" Your grandma pointed out, as everyone started muttering their agreements.
Marc immediately understood what happened and let Steven front. Your family watched dumbfound as they realized that the man standing in front of them was clearly not the one who was here just seconds back.
"Steven?" Your brother asked.
"Hello there, mate, nice to meet you," Steven smiled brightly, looking wide-eyed at everyone around him. Out of all three of them, Steven was the best at handling crowds.
"Paati ma," He immediately recognized your granny from the family pictures and bowed down to touch her feet, getting collective gasps and immediate approvals and cries of pride from the crowd.
Your cousins watched in awe as you stood there, smirking. Your perfect, little boyfriend, capturing everyone's hearts already. He started out by conveying his Diwali wishes, and describing how wonderful this neighborhood and this house were as everyone conversed with him with great interest.
Repeating the same procedures to him, it was finally time for your family to meet Jake. Just because he was conscious when all this happened to Marc and Steven, he knew exactly what was expected of him and he did it with so much ease.
He handed them the sweets and fruits you both bought on the way.
"Oi, Mister, remember what I told you about the kids?" You nudged him.
"Of course, how could I forget?" He chuckled and pulled out a huge bag filled with chocolates and candies, making all the little kids go into a frenzy. "Keep the kids happy to keep the adults satisfied."
After spending a considerable amount of time deciding everyone's position for the big family picture, a perfect photo, with no one closing their eyes or having an ugly smile, approved by everyone, was clicked.
Things certainly didn't get easier for the Boys once they were all inside the house. With the adults restraining themselves from asking too many questions, the kids, using their freedom to the fullest, bombarded Jake and Steven with all they got. Marc fronted only when the hyper-active ankle biters went away to eat some sweet- a simple yet powerful tactic your uncle used to give that man some space to breathe.
"Is everyone here always so nice?" Marc asked you as a random person handed him a glass full of tender coconut water.
"Every family has its own drama and downsides, Marc, so does mine. But today, everyone decided to get along with one another and push aside unnecessary disputes because bigger things are happening," You gestured at all of him.
"All of this isn't too much, is it?" You bit your lips, dreading his answer.
"I think this is starting to grow on me," A small smile appeared on his lips as he sat down beside you on the couch. "I mean, this is all so extravagant and elaborate," He looked around the room with not a single person chilling or minding their own business. "I never thought I'd enjoy this kind of buzzing environment, but here I am," He said, gulping down the rest of the water.
"Hey! Why is maapla sitting all by himself? Is this how we treat a guest in this house?" Somebody yelled from the back.
"You're literally sitting here with me," Marc stated and got a firm head shake from you.
"Unless you're surrounded by at least 4 people at a time, you'd be considered alone,"
"Alright, damn,"
"Bring him to the dining table, food's ready! We all eat after those two have!" You heard your chithi's smile in her voice.
"Everyone's so happy to have you here, Marc," You smiled at him.
He shook his head in disbelief. "I've just- I've never really had these many people around me who aren't actively trying to kill me. Neither have Jake and Steven,"
"Don't be so quick to speak, chellam. My family will kill you by stuffing you with more sweets and savories well after you tell them that you're full," You said, both of you chuckling.
The entire night, before the actual fireworks began, felt like you were in a hyper-realistic Tamil film, with all your relatives buzzing about, bringing every South Indian dish known to date to the table, intent on making Marc, Steven, Jake and you eat all of it.
Marc looked at you with pleading eyes, practically begging you to ask them to stop, not realizing that you had no power over them either. Jake, on the other hand, was intent on tasting everything on the table. You soon found out that all three of them developed a taste for Mothi Ladoos and Mysore Pak.
After that pleasurable turned painful event got over, came the time to play family games. The kids were intent on making the Boys play charades, and soon the entire family joined in. Steven was unbelievably good at it, for some reason, and his team kept scoring too many points.
Most of the adults, including Jake and Marc, were on your team but you all were still no match for Steven and his little army of kids he had raised at this point.
The prime of the night rolled by as everyone set outside, big bags full of various kinds of crackers and fireworks. The entire length of the street was engulfed by light from the crackers. Everyone was running around from their house to another, exchanging gifts, sweets, and crackers.
You soon found out that Steven's favorite was the mathaapu. He made patterns and circles with that in the air. He soon became the mathaapu supplier for everyone. He steered clear away from the bigger fireworks, anxiously tugging on his vetti, making sure it doesn't get caught on fire.
Jake, as you had guessed, handled all the scary ones along with your brother and uncles. He dragged you with him whenever he lighted up a firework, stealing a light peck or two on your cheeks and neck when everyone was too busy looking at the skies.
Marc was so glad and amused when the kids tugged on his shirt and asked him to help them light the sangu chakrams and busvaanams. He made sure all the water buckets were always full with water, and that the kids didn't get too close to anything dangerous. Immediately stole the adults' hearts.
All the relatives and neighbors took turns bothering you and your family about your boyfriend, and if your friends didn't help in cutting them off at the right times, you would've damn near lost your mind.
When all the celebrations and the seemingly never-ending hype came down, at last, giving way to a settling night with everyone packing and cleaning stuff, with few getting back to their homes, you finally got your boyfriend all to yourself.
"Finally, some calm, huh," You inhaled deeply, taking advantage of the cold night air grazing your skin. After changing from the growingly uncomfortable attire, and removing all your makeup, you felt like you were at last able to breathe properly. Every muscle in your body ached
You and Steven were on the terrace now, just a few feet away from your temporary room the adults have cleaned up in haste.
Your boyfriend's silence made you quirk up. "Hey, is everything alright? Do you need to get back to our room?"
"No, darling, it's not that," He started, trying to find the right words.
The moment you sat down beside him, he was quick to pull you into an embrace, warmer than any firework made you feel that night. Without pulling away for a few minutes, Steven snuggled his face into the crook of your neck as you played with his hair and stroked his back.
Neither of you had to speak anything- no small talks, no reminiscing the eventful and draining night, or discussing the people of the town. All of that was for later.
After double checking that there was no one around you both, you placed a kiss on top of his head and received a heavy sigh that tickled your neck in turn.
"Thank you,"
You didn't know when Marc started fronting, but that surely was him. At this point, you knew all three were very much conscious, all three of them were here.
"Thank you," He said again, as you started cradling him in your arms.
That one word conveyed more than whatever he could've said at that time.
Translations:
Mama - Uncle/ Father-in-Law/ Older Sister's husband
Aththa - Aunt/ Mother-in-Law
Chithi - Mom's younger sister
Ada Kadvule! - Oh God!
Chellam - My dearest
Thangam - Gold, precious
Kanna - Dear
Vetti - A traditional attire usually worn by men around their waist that stops near their ankle. Official vettis are always white in color.
Saree - A traditional attire usually worm by women (that's a pain to wrap around your body)
Kungumam - Vermillion kept on people's foreheads.
Viboothi - A white-coloured ash-like powder, also kept on foreheads.
Sandhanam - Liquid Sandal, also kept on foreheads
Busvaanam - A firework that looks like a fountain or a tree
Sangu Chakram - Firework that spirals on the floor while letting off colorful sparks.
Mathaapu - A firework that you hold on to as it burns through its length.
Aarthi - A special kind of welcoming guests or your loved ones into the house.
Taglist (not my usual taglist!):
@wysteria-clad @jake-g-lockley @lil-stark @mintpurplemnm
#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#moon knight fanfic#moon knight x reader#marc spector x y/n#marc spector x reader#steven grant x you#jake lockley x reader#steven grant x reader#desiblr#desi tumblr#india#indian culture#desi!reader#mcu#marvel#oscar isaac#oscar isaac x reader
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Fanfiction and Imagines Masterlist
#Please read the warnings at beginning of every fic. Hope you’ll enjoy my musings <3
Those marked ** contain smut. 18+ only, minors DNI
Stories
All That Is Now (Steve Rogers/Reader/Bucky Barnes)
Easy Come, Easy Go (Bucky Barnes/Reader)
Epilogue : Easy Come, Easy Go** (Bucky Barnes/Reader)
Dancing in the Dark** (Sam Wilson/Reader)
Dark Chocolate (Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes)
Homecoming (Marc Spector/gn!Reader)
Lay Your Head Next to Mine (Marc Spector & Steven Grant/F!Reader)
Ornithological & Other Oddities**(Steven Grant/F!Reader)
Till the Candle's Out (Marc Spector/F!Reader) Part 2
When We Feel Young(Steven Grant/Reader)
Born a Crime (Marc Spector/Reader, Marc centric)
Reborn a Blessing (sequel to Born a Crime)**
Trials, Errors (Marc Spector centric, ANGST)
Two Faced (Marc Spector & Steven Grant/ gn! Reader)
For Better or For Worse (sick!Marc Spector/Reader)
Kintsugi (Moon Knight system/ gn! Reader) Pt.1 , Pt. 2
God Forbidden (Marc Spector centric angst)
Conained (Marc Spector centric, angst) **
All of Me, All of You (Steven Grant/gn!Reader fluff)
Sleep is for the Weak (fluffy Marc Spector/Reader)
In Other Words (Marc Spector/Reader) **
Eager (Steven Grant/ female Reader) **
Picking Up The Pieces (Marc centric drabble series exploring the mindscape, read warnings at beginning of every chapter)
Part 1 : The Hiding Child
A Ship of Theseus (Marc x Layla, character study)
Coming Back to Life (Sam Wilson & Indian/Desi reader friendship)(MultiChapter)
Chap 1- When I was Burned and Broken
Chap 2- The Things You Do, Surround Me
Chap 3- Dying to Believe in What you Heard
Imagines and HCs
When you have a nightmare (Bucky Barnes/Reader)
When you make love** (Steve Rogers/Reader/Bucky Barnes)
When Marc is having a bad day (Marc Spector/gn!Reader)
Moon boys love languages
Marc's S/O has a loving family
You help Jake Lockley through a panic attack (Moon Boys/Reader)
Steven Grant's loneliness
Ramblings/Luke Shares (show analyses + personal stories)
• Marc Spector's breakdown & What to do if you see someone have a meltdown
•Moon Knight and a conversation on abuse complicity
•Marc Spector: Abuse, Solidarity & Why I'm in love with him
•We chilldhood abuse survivors are difficult to love
•Steven wants help, and the loneliness of healing
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Mini-Series Masterlist
Tale of the Crescent Moon | Jake Lockley x desi!oc)
Main Masterlist | Jake Lockley Masterlist | Want to be Tagged?
Ganga’s story of how she falls in love with Jake Lockley which also doubles as my love letter to my baby boy
Warnings: A little bit of angst and mentions of Jake's past
Tags: Mini-Series, Desi Original Character, comedy, fluff, angst.
Curated Playlist:
Chapter 1: Celestial
In which Ganga meets a mysteriously familiar cab driver
Song: Right Here
Date: 20th March 2023
Chapter 2: Universe Resides in Us
In which Ganga literally falls for Jake to catch her
Song: Ishq Sufiyana
Chapter 3: Nectar Like Sweetness
In which Jake finds himself in an unexpected place
Song: Tera Naina
Chapter 4: Annapurna’s Love
In which Ganga teaches Jake the magic of food and love
Song: Rasiya
Chapter 5: Purification
In which Ganga and Jake make unbreakable promises
Song: Bae
Taglist: @pakhiya @mintpurplemnm @romanarose @soft-persephone @copingchaos @swiggy-needs-mental-help @brekkers-desigirl @fandxmslxt69 @randomnessfangirl @in-between-the-cafes @bodhisattva11 @marc-spectors-wife @nyotamalfoy @steven-grants-world @jbearre85 @whatsliferightnow @minigirl87 @wonderfulboiledcoldpotato @alexxavicry @autismsupermusicalassassin @flordelalunas @marygraceee @lia275 @euphoricosmo @sky-robin @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @celiaswife @sugarpunch-princess @violet-19999 @ghostheartbeat @kierramofficial @ryebreadsworld @your-voice-is-mellifluous @lil-stark @absolutelybloodyhopeless
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Tale of the Crescent Moon | Jake Lockley x desi!oc
Series Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | Want to be Tagged?
Chapter 1: Celestial
Summary: In which Ganga meets a mysteriously familiar cab driver
Warnings: A little bit of self-loathing Jake
Word Count: 1.1 k
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If one were to take a look at the clear night sky, there are several things that one could see. It may be the stars, the deep universe beyond or even a little comet.
But when Ganga had looked up at the clear night sky, her eyes always searched for one thing. She had always garnered a fascination for the moon. The way it graced the night sky, the way she looked up at it whenever she felt sad, to feel its powerful rays enveloping her in a safety she always craved. There have been hundreds and thousands of tales forged about the dazzling delight that adorned the night and sometimes, morning sky, eclipsing its creation in shrouded mysteriousness. However, Ganga’s favourite tale was about the mysterious cab driver who had unintentionally fallen into her life on one special day.
It all started on a quiet Sunday morning. The birds were waking up to the light breeze that surrounded the morning atmosphere and she woke up feeling absolutely rejuvenated. Ganga had just had a great week and everything had just fallen right into place for her. Her bus was on time every single day, the barista got her coffee order correct every single morning, she was one step closer to getting a promotion, plus, herboss had announced bonuses for all staff. Stress had felt like a thing of the past and her body and mind were so grateful for the peace.
Ganga started her morning routine with a little bit of yoga and a relaxing bath. She had decided that she would reap the benefits of going to the temple. Draping her favourite forest green and off white saree around her, Ganga pleated the soft fabric, pinning it onto place with a safety pin. She lightly did her makeup, adding minimalistic jewellery and an emerald pottu that complimented the saree. She twisted her curly hair into a messy bun and wrapped some jasmine flowers around it, pulling a few tendrils put to frame her face.
The cab that she had called honked impatiently outside her home. She was in such a good mood that she decidedly ignored the impatient honk from the driver as she grabbed her purse and umbrella. Slipping on her sandals, Ganga locked the door behind her and set off down the stairs.
Undisclosed to Ganga, Jake Lockley was staring with his jaw slacked open at her figure as she descended the staircase. He was absolutely enraptured by her aura and beauty, so much so that he almost gave one of his alters control of the body. He watched as her sandal clad feet graced the stairs as if she were walking on air and the soft fabric of her saree rustled around her flawlessly. His eyes almost couldn’t believe the way that her face was being illuminated by the morning sun. It must have been a trick of the light, he thought, as the glow seemed to come from within Ganga. Steven and Marc were speaking but for the first time in a very long time he couldn’t concentrate on what they were trying to tell him. Jake was glued to his seat and he couldn’t move.
She opened the door and slipped inside the cab. Instantly, Jake was instantly hit with the tantalizing fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood and the heavenly sound of her bangles tinkling together. His gloved hands tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he tried hard to bury his emotions deep within himself. He made the grave mistake of taking in a deep breath, his lungs filled with the venom that is Ganga’s fragrance, drawing him deeper into the rabbit hole that is his feelings.
Her sweet voice drew him out of his mental torment. It was sweet and comforting, enveloping his heart like a safety blanket and glazing his brain like honey. Automatically, he felt his body turn like a puppet and he found himself staring into Ganga’s deep brown eyes. The second both of their eyes met, Ganga couldn’t help but wonder how familiar the man before her looked. She blinked and gave him a perplexed smile, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. It was almost like he was part of a far distant memory, almost like a memory that her soul had kept from her for a long time.
“I hope you didn’t have to wait too long.” Ganga breathed, breaking eye contact and shifting, arranging her saree around her.
“Not at all.” Jake tried to sound like his normal self but even Khonshu was surprised at how small his voice sounded.
Jake peeled his eyes from her and hastily turned to the front. Despite trying hard to keep his eyes on the road, Jake felt his willpower slipping and would steal glances of her through his rear view mirror. As her eyes searched the outside, Ganga’s mind wandered to the man who was driving the cab.
Ganga had always wondered what love would do to her. Would it put her in a chokehold and make her feel restricted or would it make her feel free like a dove out in the wild? Will she ever find someone who would make her feel like she was the only woman on this planet? Did soulmates even exist?
All these questions and no one to answer them for her.
Sooner or later, the innate ivory gopuram of the temple came into view and Jake suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of desperation. For some reason, his heart refused to let her go and for the first time in his life, he felt a yearning like no other. He gripped the steering wheel and tipped his head, making sure that his hat hid his face and devoid him of any form of emotion.
Jake gazed at the tiny crescent moon that hung from his rear view mirror. A crescent moon, that's what he was. Jake had been having a difficult time getting a grip on how he came to be, and he felt the need to be forged as a weapon of mass destruction instead of a human. He knew he had been carved into the person that was needed to be Khonshu’s fist and to protect Marc.
Made for battle and not for love.
“I’ll see you then! Thanks for the ride.” Ganga said, holding out a note for him to take.
Jake turned and stared at her with big brown eyes that had the same comfort as Mother Earth. There it was again, the sense of familiarity that she couldn’t shake.
“No, señorita, you don’t have to pay. A treat for my previous impatience.” Jake said, shooting her a small smile.
“No I in-” Ganga started but Jake raised his eyebrows.
That seemed to do the trick. Her mind seemed to bend obediently towards his facial expression.
“Thank you. I hope you have an amazing day.” Ganga said, smiling shyly at the beautiful cab driver.
“You too, señorita.”
How curious…
Translations:
Saree: A sari is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent, that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a shawl
Pottu: A bindi or pottu is a coloured dot or, in modern times, a sticker worn on the center of the forehead
Gopuram: A gopuram or gopura is a monumental entrance tower, usually ornate, at the entrance of a Hindu temple
Señorita: Miss or Ms
Taglist: @pakhiya @mintpurplemnm @romanarose @soft-persephone @copingchaos @swiggy-needs-mental-help @brekkers-desigirl @fandxmslxt69 @randomnessfangirl @in-between-the-cafes @bodhisattva11 @marc-spectors-wife @nyotamalfoy @steven-grants-world @jbearre85 @whatsliferightnow @minigirl87 @wonderfulboiledcoldpotato @alexxavicry @autismsupermusicalassassin @flordelalunas @marygraceee @lia275 @euphoricosmo @sky-robin @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @celiaswife @sugarpunch-princess @violet-19999 @ghostheartbeat @kierramofficial @ryebreadsworld @your-voice-is-mellifluous @lil-stark @absolutelybloodyhopeless @gloriouspurpose01
Reblogs are appreciated ~~~~
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Mehendi.
paring: fem! desi! reader x moon boys; established relationship
warnings: swearing
genre: fluff
note:
- a quick drabble
- yes, I'm very creative with the title lol
-reader is not an expert on mehndi in this fic, no hate, just for the funsies~
-my writing style is kinda unhinged here?
- no plot, just ✨vibes✨
- gif credit Thank you to the creator! 🌷
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Diwali was coming up. And you wanted to practice mehendi designs. Who was your best candidate victim other than Jake who was switching currently? He reluctantly agreed to it.
"Please, papi."
That's all it took.
As if he could say 'no' to you. He'd literally do anything for you. They all would. You should have gotten used to it at this point.
This wasn't on Jake's agenda for the day. Life was uncertain, but with you, it was a welcome one.
You opened up your pinterest account for the ✨inspo✨. You were both on your fluffy bed, in your apartment, with you sitting cross legged with Jake's hand on your knee, palms facing up.
"Don't move your hand!"
"I'm not moving my hand."
You are so concentrated and invested in this, your eyebrows furrowed, tongue sticking out, he couldn't help but find it adorable.
Jake Lockley wasn't a patient man, but for you though, he wouldn't dare to move until you say so.
Being patient for you is one of his love languages he converses in with you.
After twenty minutes, the mehendi design did not turn out exactly like the picture on pinterest. Look, you tried your best, that's all it matters.
You frowned, the line wasn't neat, you accidentally smudged here and there.
But to Jake it was the prettiest thing he has ever seen, next to his princesa, of course.
Marc switched the next day, waking up confused as fuck to see your not so best mehendi desig- Ahem, I meant your ✨ masterpiece✨ on his hands. He actually likes it.
And Steven excitedly showing it to everyone at work for the next two weeks till the mehendi designs vanishes like the cutiepie he is <3. He is so excited and proud of you.
You were not satisfied and made a little sad face and your boyfriends could not bear it. They convinced you it's pretty, and constantly reminded you how much they adore it.
All three of your boyfriends are your #1 supporters and hype you up no matter what. As they should 💅🏽.
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Khonshu mumbling in the background about this is *not* how the moon knight supposed to be, receiving a glare from Marc, and sassy a response from Steven. Jake simply ✨does not care✨
#desi reader#moon knight imagine#moon boys x desi reader#moon boys x reader#jake lockley x reader#jake lockley imagine#marc spector x reader#marc spector imagine#steven grant x reader#steven grant imagine#moon boys fluff#moon knight fluff#moon knight
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Seven Lives (Steven Grant x reader)
Masterlist | Spotify Playlist
A/N: I watched Chennai Express again somewhere last week and decided to write this drabble, added my favourite place on the planet + my favourite person on the planet. I also cried writing this so-
Word Count: 783 words
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You stared glumly up at the set of stairs in front of you, angrily nibbling at the lime ice cream in your hand. The limestone caves above you looked magnificent and you were so tempted to go up and explore the intricately carved temple, it had, after all, been years since you did. You glance up at the big statue beside the stairs and frown.
“I’d go up but this little fella won’t let me,” you mumbled to the golden-faced God, rubbing at your swollen tummy.
Your grandma had forbidden you from going up due to your pregnant state. She had been wary since you expressed interest in taking your husband there, saying that he would appreciate the beautiful architecture and history.
“What are we looking at, darling?” your husband whispered and you turned to frown at him.
“Aw love, what's wrong?” He said taking your face in his hands.
“I wanna go up.” You said, nodding towards the stairs.
“Your ammamah is not gonna be happy, my sweet wife.” He frowned back, eyeing the stairs with you.
“Hey! You’re the one who did this to-” you say a little too loudly and Steven clamps a hand onto your mouth.
“Holy place!” he hissed through a smile.
The both of you stood there a little longer, watching people walk up and down the colourful concrete staircase. You loved this place, it gave you peace and tranquillity like no other and you felt amazing. But it truly did make you sad that you couldn't waddle your way up the stairs.
“Alright, you know what…” Steven Grant folded the sleeves of his kurta and suddenly scooped you up into his arms bridal style as if you weighed like a feather.
“NOOO STEVEN PUT ME DOWN!” you squeal, grabbing onto the edge of your saree.
“Come on love, what kinda superhero doesn’t do superhero things for his wife?” Steven winks down at you and kicks his shoes off.
You hide your face behind the long edge of your saree as people begin to stare and point the second Steven started walking up the stairs with you. The arm that is hooked around Steven’s neck was already a cry for help, but part of you really did want to go up to the cave.
“Steven, there are people watching.” you mumble and hang onto him tightly.
“Let them watch, keep your eyes on me, love.” He whispered back, watching his footing.
“Two hundred and seventy two steps, Steven.”
“I’ve done more.”
“Yea, without your pregnant wife in your arms!”
People around you started to coo and shout praises, all which Steven nodded politely to. You watch your husband’s face for any sign of a strain, his jaw set in concentration and the feeling of being rocked in his arms easing out all of your anxieties. Steven’s hands on you grounded you to him, and you held to that feeling like it was your life line.
“Did you know that the cave is 400 million years old?” Steven says, as he continues to take step after step.
Steven continued to dish out facts and you listened intensely, nodding at each of them despite already learning all of the facts by heart. You watch him say hi to a monkey and your eyes shift to the vel-shaped entrance of the cave. Your heart swells with pride as people around you cheer and clap as Steven slowly sets you down slowly before kneeling down and adjusting your saree’s pleats.
You were in your favourite place on Earth and all you could do was look at your husband. You can’t help feeling lucky and loved. You teared up as elderly folk swarmed Steven, touching his head and giving him their blessings. Once the crowd cleared, Steven reached out to grab your hand, pulling you close. He set a hand onto your tummy and knelt down again, pressing his ear against you.
Was it really possible to fall in love with the same person again and again?
“Your mummy is very spoiled, little one, I’d do anything for you and for her.” You smacked Steven’s head and he laughed, getting up and encasing you in an embrace.
“Thanks, Steven, I love you.” you mumble in his chest while he fixes your hair.
The seven-lives bond that people always talked about when it came to marriage didn’t seem true to you then. You’d hate to see someone else with Steven in his eighth life. But you’d have seven lifetimes to ponder over that. Now, you held onto Steven’s hand tightly as he led you to the cave temple, Steven chastising you to watch your step as he stirred you around puddles.
Translations:
ammamah: grandma
kurta: a loose collarless shirt or tunic worn in many regions of South Asia
Vel: is a divine javelin or spear associated with Murugan, the Hindu god of war.
Saree: a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent,that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a stole (shawl), sometimes baring a part of the midriff
Tagging: @mintpurplemnm @pakhiya
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Just imagining Jake Lockley buying jimmikis for his love
#i dont think you understand#i will KILL for this#fuck flowers i need jimmikis#moon knight#jake lockley imagine#jake lockley#jake lockley x desi!reader
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Marc Spector Masterlist | jake-g-lockley
Main Masterlist
Key: Fluff (💕), 18+ elements (🌙), Angst (🥀)
Sanctuary (Marc Spector x gn!reader) 💕🥀 | 4th July 2022
Sometimes Cliché is Okay (Marc Spector x fem!reader) 💕🥀 | 5th July 2022
Across the Stars (Marc Spector x desi!reader) 💕 | 8th August 2022
The Heart's Ballad (Marc Spector x desi!reader) 💕 | 17th August 2022
Born to be Yours (Marc Spector x fem!reader) | Part 1 | Part 2 🌙💕🥀 | 24th October 2022
Haunting Souls (Marc Spector x fem!reader) | Halloween Special 🥀 | 31st October 2022
Worthy Distraction (Marc Spector x reader) 💕 | 30th Jan 2023
Problems (Marc Spector x reader) 🌙 | Request, 22nd February 2023
The Elephant in the Room (Marc Spector x reader) 💕 | Request, 27th February 2023
Touch of Love (Marc Spector x reader)💕 | Request, 2nd March 2023
The Butterfly Effect (Marc Spector x reader) 💕 | Request, 5th March 2023
Command (Marc Spector x royal avatar!reader) 🌙 | Request, 11th March 2023
Forever Feels Like… (Marc Spector x reader) 💕 | Request
Gentle Sutures (Marc Spector x reader) 💕
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Jake Lockley Masterlist | jake-g-lockley
Main Masterlist
Key: Fluff (💕), 18+ elements (🌙), Angst (🥀)
Maruthani (Jake Lockley x desi! reader) 💕🌙
The Other Woman (Jake Lockley x desi!reader) | Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)🥀
Cracked Perfection (Jake Lockley x reader) 🌙
Dilliwaali Wifey (Jake Lockley x desi!reader) 💕
Meet Cute (Jake Lockley x reader) 💕 | Request
Afternoon Sun (Jake Lockley x reader) 🥀💕 | Request
Smidge of Love (Jake Lockley x reader) 💕 | Request
Delicacy (Jake Lockley x reader) 🌙
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