#marc spector x tamil! reader

[pigeonmama]

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.

[jake-g-lockley]

The Light of My Knight | Moon Knight x Desi!Reader | Chapter 6: What is Worship?

Warnings: Swearing ofc

Word Count: 3.6 k

Taglist: @brekkers-desigirl @wordacadabra @paymeinkash @ahookedheroespureheart @sodonuthideout @obsessedwadonis @local-mr-frog

Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

A/N: A lil bit of Anirudh always ties everything up together so;

Moon Boys’ POV

Marc was dreaming about her. It was a relatively great dream, mainly because Marc had been having several nightmares over the past few weeks, so it was nice for a change. She was at his place, patching him up, scolding him in her mother tongue and soon after that falling asleep in her arms. 

He was now dreaming about her waking him up, with soft words of encouragement. She was tapping his face, trying to get him to wake up.

“Five more minutes, Y/N, sweetheart.” he whines as he cuddles closer to her, gripping her hip.

“Dei, eluntiru da. I have to get to dance class.” she says holding his hand that was on her tummy. 

“Come on, baby, let a man dream.” he croaked and squeezed her hand tightly.

“Hey! Wake up, you’re literally pinning me down.” she laughs.

“No no, I want to stay in this dream.” Marc stubbornly says, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, making her go stiff.

“Wake up stinky, you need a shower and I need to get going.” her sweet voice reverberates against him. 

“Okay, okay fine.” he grumbled as the dream bubble burst.

He first felt the familiar nag of a hangover and he could taste the ugly aftertaste of whiskey in his mouth and he grimaced. “Ew.”

“Jake must have had control of the body last.” he thought, making a mental note to tell him off for not taking care of the body again.

The pang of the hangover slowly shifted away and Marc was suddenly very aware of his surroundings, more importantly the fact that he had his nose pressed against someone’s neck and he froze. 

“Did Jake bring someone over yesterday? But-” Marc freaks out slightly, his eyes flying open.

Cautiously, Marc pries himself away from her body and sits up, blinking down at the person he didn’t expect to be there. He rubs his eyes, twice, before the shock registered. 

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing here? How long have I been-” he blurts out as she quickly scrambles up and grips his shoulders, silencing him.

“Hey, relax.” she says soothingly, looking into his eyes, loosening her grip. Once she felt his muscles relax under her hand, she gave him a small smile.

“Hi, you must be Marc.” she said softly and then began to recapped everything that happened yesterday.

Events of yesterday hit him like a truck as he remembered the failed mission and how he and Steven were already badly hurt when Jake took over the body. Jake might be reckless, but his actions might have saved them. Marc looked down at his bandaged torso and groaned, realizing that his dream wasn’t really a dream. 

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit you weren’t supposed to know about this.” he says into his hands.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m alright. I’m here and I’m glad that you’re safe.” she says, placing a hand on his arm, rubbing it to try and soothe him. 

They stayed like that for a second, as he tried to find his footing. 

“You don’t get it. It’s too fucking dangerous for you to know. We tried, I mean Steven wanted to tell you but we didn’t want to put you in harm's way.” Marc says, looking up at her with his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Look Marc, Jake didn’t tell me about you guys being Moon Knight. I kinda accidentally found out and Jake leaving weapons around haphazardly aided in that small realization. Besides, relax, it’s not like I’m going to walk around shouting ‘I KNOW MOON KNIGHT!!’” she grinned. “Besides, nothing is going to happen to me, I promise.” 

Marc’s head was swimming, trying to process what she was telling him. 

“Wait, so you now know everything but you didn’t just walk away from us? From all the issues we have?” Marc questions, with a painfully confused look in his eyes.

“You really thought I was going to just leave? And go where? Steven is my only friend here as it is and since we literally work in the same museum. I think avoiding you lot would be hard work on my part. Besides, the fact that I can have two more friends out of this? I see it as a win. Unless you’re not keen on a friendship, Spector.” She wiggles her eyebrows, holding out her hand for a handshake.

Marc sighed. She really does have an answer to everything, as always. Reluctantly, he took her hand and shook it. 

“Also, I did threaten Jake with your crescent blade, so maybe you guys should be the ones to run away.” She laughed. 

Marc couldn’t help but smile at her melodious laugh. He would deal with Jake later but now he was only focused on her. Then suddenly he did a double take on one of the sentences she had said and his mouth fell open. 

“You threatened Lockley?!” 

“Mmhm.” She says scrunching her nose with a smile.

Marc snorted as he got up to remove the bandages that were around his body. 

“Woah! They healed so fast!” Y/N said in awe as Marc began to peel them off.

“Yea, it takes a while for them to heal but the powers sort of come from within me, it just needs a little bit of encouragement,” Marc says hesitantly as he has never talked about his powers to anyone except his boys. 

Y/N got up and stretched, lifting her arms up over her head and then touching her feet. Marc watches as she walks around the apartment, looking at Gus the second and Scar who were happily swimming around in their aquarium. 

“Dance class huh?” Marc asked as he watched her twist her long hair into a bun.

“Yep, I’m coaching today and the class starts in like an hour. I’ll leave in a bit. I have some things at a locker there, so it shouldn’t be a problem.” She says awkwardly.

“Give me about 10 minutes, I’ll have a quick shower and I’ll send you?” Marc quickly says.

“Uhh, I don’t want to-” she starts to say.

“Nuh, uh, I’m not going to listen to anything but a yes. A small thanks for patching us up yesterday?” He winked as he grabbed his towel.

She smiles and nods.

“Damn, the things I would give up to wake up like this everyday.” Marc thought as he switched on the shower, letting the water rush over him.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“You don’t mind if I stop at Starbucks for a coffee?” Marc asked, breaking the pleasant silence in the car.

“Sure, go ahead, I don’t mind.” She says.

Marc had his eyes on the road, but he could feel her gaze on him. He didn’t exactly feel judged but he could tell that she was studying him, probably making comparisons with Steven and Jake.

He was glad that she wasn’t asking him questions about his powers and he was relieved that she didn’t mention the ‘dream’ he had about her. 

“Penny for your thoughts, Spector? You’re awfully quiet.” She says as if reading his thoughts, startling him.

“You know, I have to get used to you calling me that now,” He chuckled.

She giggled. “I have to admit that I’m still getting used to it. But your name rolls off the tongue so I guess that makes it easy.”

He laughed, biting back the retort he had about how he could make her say his name in many other different ways.

“I’m not thinking of anything really.” he said, answering her question.

That was a crystal clear lie.

She was the only thing he had in his mind. How she was shaking her right leg unconsciously. How the little tendrils of hair framed her face as the morning sun coated her chocolate skin like a glaze of honey. How he could pick up her soft breaths over the sound of the soft music on the radio. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about how she felt when he was cuddling her in his sleep. For the first time in a very long time, he felt so safe and protected, even if it was just for a few minutes. He could feel his heart hammering against his chest, trying to break out of its cavity. 

As much as he didn’t like the fact that she found out about him and his secret so soon, he was glad that he didn’t really need to make that confrontation. More importantly, he was glad that she was still by his side, despite him now being a complete stranger to her. 

“Hmm, okay. So, what are you going to do today?” She asks.

“Hmm, Steven told me to stock the fridge a few days ago, so I think I’ll be going grocery shopping.” He muttered grimacing at the task that he had to do.

“Steven’s still not there? In your headspace, I mean.” She says softly.

“Nah, normally after these types of missions, he would literally switch himself off.” Marc says.

She nods and looks at her hands that were in her lap.

“What about you? What are you going to do today? After dance class.” Marc was not used to small talk and had no idea what else to ask but to repeat her question. 

“Oh! I have three classes today, so by the time I’m done, I’m probably gonna go home and take a nap. The kids tend to tire me out with their antiques. Wrangling them takes a whole lot of effort.” 

“Cool.” He says, giving her a small smile as he pulls up to the dance studio. 

“Alright, Marc, I’ll see you on Monday then? It was nice meeting you properly.” She says, tapping his hand that was on the gear. 

“See you, and thanks for everything.” 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

What fucking tea bags does the dumbass in my head like again?

Shopping for three has never been easy, especially when all of them have very different tastes. For instance, Jake loves hot black coffee, Steven loves tea and Marc prefers to pick up an iced latte from Starbucks even during the coldest days of London. 

They would often take turns to do the groceries and this week was Marc’s turn. He was now standing in an aisle in Tesco with the bird god watching over his shoulder as he racked his brain, trying to remember what tea Steven takes. Khonshu was watching him squirm and refused to tell him what the tea was. 

“Fine, it's the earl grey ones, over there.” Khonshu snickers.

“Fucking finally.” Marc hisses, and grabs the box, nodding apologetically at the old woman who was a few feet away. 

Marc didn’t like the supermarket, it wasn’t really his safe space. The cool white light reminded him of the afterlife that was disguised as an asylum that he and Steven had witnessed. He cringed at the thought, his heart speeding up, hand gripping at the hilt of the shopping cart. He shook his head and grabbed a bag of coffee beans for Jake, dropping them into the cart.

Marc loved eating fruits, one of the many things that he didn’t get to eat fresh when he was in the military. He breathed in the sweet fragrance of the fruits and went to town, grabbing one of every one he could find. 

“Mmpfh, where are we?” Steven’s voice brought him back from his fruit frenzy. 

Sighing, Marc took out his phone and put it to his ear. “We’re at Tesco, dude.”

“Oh shit, the last thing I remembered was getting slapped up by the smugglers. What the bloody hell did I miss?” Steven croaked.

“Well, yesterday, when Jake took control of the body, he must have fucked the smugglers up, but I have got no clue what went down because I was unconscious too, man. But umm, bro, I have slightly bad news.” Marc braces himself for what he has to say next.

“Go on, mate.”

“Well, Y/N somehow came to our flat at a dead hour and got everything out of Jake.”

Silence.

“No way.” Steven whispers. “She knows everything?” 

“Yea well, most of it. Dude, she saw us hurt and it turns out she threatened Lockley to spill.” 

“Yep, that sounds like something Y/N would do. Wait a minute, how do you know this, Jake isn’t awake yet, is he?” Steven questions.

“Y/N stayed the night and I sent her to class just now. She filled me in about everything.” Marc tentatively left out the part where he had woken up entangled in her arms, face in her neck. 

“What was her reaction?” Steven asked nervously.

“She didn’t seem to mind anything, as far as I can see, she had patched us up yesterday and told me that she wanted to form a friendship with Jake and I.” He said, shrugging. 

Steven sighed in relief, which also made Marc relax slightly. “I think that’s not as bad as we imagined. I do owe her an apology though.” 

“Yea, let’s send her a text later when she’s done with class and we’ll talk to her on Monday.”  Marc said, smiling at the thought of seeing her again. 

“Agreed. Also, Marc?”

“Yea?”

“Those are the wrong teabags, mate.” Steven says, yawning.

“KHONSHU, YOU LYING-”

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Marc sinks into the seat of his car, letting out a moan as he takes a bite of the cut mangoes that he bought. His eye caught a glint of something in the passenger seat as he tongued the juice dribbling out of his mouth. Sitting up, he realizes that it was Y/N’s phone. 

“Whelp, Steven, looks like we are going to go see her sooner than we thought.” He said to the rear view mirror putting his bag of mangoes aside and starting the car. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The dance studio buzzed with activity. There were kids, teenagers and adults waiting around the reception area as Marc approached the desk.

“Hi, where can I find Ms. Y/N?” He asked the receptionist.

Before she could answer, Marc could feel someone tugging at his jacket. Looking down, he saw a little girl smiling up at him. 

Bending down he asks “ Hi, there! How can I help you, little girl?”

“You know Y/N Akka?” She asked and Marc nodded. “Come with me.” She said, grabbing onto his hand.   

Marc let the kid lead him down a hall to another studio. She babbled away, telling him that her name was Kavya and that she thought he looked very handsome, which made Marc blush. Pushing the door open, she led him inside the studio. 

Marc swore that his lungs drained of all oxygen the second he laid his eyes on her. His mind closed off to everything and he could feel his vision tunneling, all senses tuned to her.

Her dancing was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Each move she performed made her look like she had been sculpted to perfection. She twisted with the grace of a lioness catching its prey but also with the gentleness of a flower petal, feet creating music with the jingling bells. Her hips swayed and her braid curved around her with each shift. 

Marc never really had the chance to see things that were so divine and pure, since his life has just been overpowered by violence, abuse and pain. Watching her dance felt as if he was washing away all the sin he had committed.

Passion flowed through her as if she were a poem written by the greatest of poets and Marc found that same energy cascading around him, enveloping him in a feeling that he had never had before in his life. He couldn’t help but stare in absolute awe. She seemed to not notice them at the edge of the room as she absorbed herself into the story she was telling. 

Despite being sent to Hebrew school for most of his childhood and now being an avatar of a literal god, Marc never really paid attention to the concept of worship. However, right now, he realized that if that concept was the feeling of adoration and reverence towards a deity, he would get on his knees at this instant and worship her, to seek solace, forgiveness and refuge in all of her. 

In other words, the once ruthless mercenary was whipped beyond measure.

“Akka!” The kid beside him suddenly interrupted his swoon fest, forcing him out of his mind and back into the real world.  

“Enna ma?” Y/N stopped suddenly, turning towards them, her jaw dropping not so subtly, clearly surprised to see him, eyes wide. 

“Akka, your husband is here to see you!” Kayva said giggling.

Marc made a mental note to name his first born after this legendary kid. 

The whole class turned towards him and they erupted in “Ooooos” and whispers. Y/N slapped a hand to her forehead and mouthed a sorry to Marc, who just grinned back, fully amused by the whole situation. 

“You didn’t tell us about your aalu!” Someone in the crowd shouted.

“Yea, you didn’t tell us you were married to a vellaikara!” Someone else shouted.

“Wait, guys I think that's her boyfriend!” said another kid who was squinting at him.

“Guys, settle down. Don’t be so rude. Everyone say hi to Marc Anne.” She says shushing them with her hands on her hips and a pout on her lips. 

“Hi Marc Anne!” The class chorused and Marc waved back.

“Ok, break, five minutes, po!” She says, waving her hands at them, shooing them out of the class.

“I’m so sorry about them. Everything alright?” Y/N says, approaching him as Kavya took off with her friends.

“Yea, umm, you left your phone.”  He said, handing it to her. 

“You came all the way to give me my phone?” She grinned.

“Yea, I mean I was only close by so it wasn’t a hassle. And um, sorry about the husband thing, I didn’t know what the cute little devil was up to.” he stuttered, trying not to turn into mush. 

“That’s alright, at least their very Indian mothers will stop tryna matchmake me with people that they know.” She laughed.

Suddenly, Marc feels his eyes roll up in his head, letting him know that Steven had taken control. 

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Your POV

A familiar look graced the face that you were looking at and you instantly recognized Steven.

“Y/N, I- aYO” you cut him off with a punch on the arm, which startled the poor man.

“That’s for leaving me in the middle of the night.” You say, pouting, trying to fight the smile that threatened to creep up on your face and you punch him again. “And that for not keeping your promise, asshole.”

“Ow, I told you I was sorry in my note. Your dancing was divine by the way.” Steven smoothly countered. 

“Oh, stop with the flattery, Grant. Oh, I missed you and your silly accent.” You say, wrapping your arms around him. 

“Hey, I’m really, really sorry for scaring you, yea? We’ll talk about it on Monday, I’ll let you get back to your class now. Come on, walk with me to my car and I’ll give you a little peace offering.” Steven says into your hair. 

“You’re lucky that you and your boys are cute, or else…” You mumbled, into his chest, and he let out a small nervous chuckle. 

Pulling away, you loop your arm around his own, you lean your head on his shoulder, and walked with him to his car. You could feel your face heat up with the looks your students were giving you, some of the cheeky devils were wiggling their eyebrows at you in earnest. 

“These kids have no chill.” you say and Steven laughed heartily. 

“Well, we are acting like an old married couple.” he says jokingly. “About the boys, what do you think about them so far? I hope they weren’t misbehaving.” 

“Jake, was well, interesting to say the least, but he was plastered drunk and probably in a lot of pain, so I don’t think I can gauge an opinion about him just yet. Marc’s really adorable, sweet, and umm, quiet.” you decided that right now wasn’t the best time to mention how Marc was cuddling you in the morning.

At the car, Steven pulled out a packet of cut mangoes.

“For you, milady.” he bowed. 

You took it from him and smiled, hoping your whole face wouldn't melt at the rate it was burning up. Then, you lean in and peck a small kiss on his cheek. 

“Thanks for the mangoes.” you say looking up at him through your lashes. 

“No problem, darling. So, see you on Monday?” he says, his tone dazed as he returned a kiss on your cheek. 

You nod and watch him get in the car and speed away. You clutch the little bag of mangoes to your chest and sigh, turning to walk back to class. 

You never realized that your first few days of being a 29 year old was going to be this eventful. These men are going to keep you real busy. 

 ☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Moon Boys’ POV

“STEVEN MY MANGOES!” Marc yelled.

“Oh please, shut it, you like her more than all the goddamn mangoes on this planet.” Steven chided back.

“You're right, yea.” he mumbled.

 ☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translations:

Dei, eluntiru da: Yo, wake up dude.

Akka: Big sister

Enna ma?: What, girl?

Aalu: Guy

Vellaikara: White man

Anne: Big brother

Po: Go

Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

[wysteria-clad]

Moon boys getting turned on when you swear in Tamil and speak angrily in Tamil.

warning: swearing (duh), harassment and slight violence.

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You were out with your lovely boyfriends to enjoy a night out. The bar was packed with people. Of course, there is always a jerk ready to harass. When he hit on you, you said, 'not interested' and shrugged it off, walking towards Steven.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, pretty thing!"

"Fuck off, asshole."

He didn't give up, he reached to grab your arm.

Annoyance flashed in your eyes. You gritted your teeth, raging, "Poda mayiru!" you ripped his hand off you, twisting it behind his back, "poruki" making him yelp in pain. "I said, 'Not interested', was that clear?" the calmness in your voice didn't match your action, you twisted his arm further, making that guy let out a scream.

You only let go off his hand, after he frantically nodded his head.

"Is it me or was that hotter than it should be?" Marc asked his alters.

Tightening of Steven's pants was his answer.

Jake fronted, smirking proudly, "Atta girl."

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Tamil translation (not 100% literal)

poda mayiru - fuck off, asshole

poruki - pervert/creep

[jake-g-lockley]

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED MUAHAHAHA

Hi ilysm 😭🥺💕

The Tamil content for the moon boys always sends me <3 I have never seen this much representation (for Tamils specifically) in a fandom and I love it!!

Same here! When I first sound out @wysteria-clad and @jake-g-lockley actively write for Tamil!reader x Moon knight it nearly put me in a spiral because I've never seen any Tamil rep in any other fandom! I decides I gotta contribute to that amazing thing, and even though the targeted audience is so much smaller, it makes me so much happy to see my girls being represented and love the wonderful interactions between this close knit community.

Besides, it would be a paavam to not drag moon knight into our cultural. I said what I said!

[wysteria-clad]

Okay okay-

Imagine moon boys x Tamil! Desi! reader with their kid, and her singing 'Nila Nila odiva' while feeding the child outside, but the moon is hidden among the clouds and not visible that night. So Jake gives Khonshu a 'look.'

And Khonshu is like, "Are you serious? You want me to bring the moon closer and brighter for a silly children rhyme?!"

Eventually and grumpily he brings the moon closer, cause he secretly adores the child-

[wysteria-clad]

Okay I've seen fics of papi teaching reader to count, but imagine Tamil reader teaching the boys to count in Tamil when they can't sleep—just playing with their hair, soft kisses and praises, and sleepily counting numbers till they fall asleep.

[wysteria-clad]

Imagine moon boys x tamil reader, and their kid(s) is gonna know so much 😂

- British English

- American English

- Spanish

- Tamil

- Egyptian mythology

- Indian mythology

- Jewish tradition

- Hindu tradition

- The God of the Moon as Godfather

[jake-g-lockley]

hey akka<333 I just saw your requests are open!!

can i please have a moonboys x desi!reader(doesn't have to be tamil, im only half tamil, so~) where moonboys have to go to india(her hometown, maybe hyderabad? ) for like a mission and reader begs to tag along because she hasn't been there in months and so when they're there she takes them along to all the monuments and introduces then to like indian food, AUTHENTIC indian food and like Jake is going feral over everything, Marc is enjoying the food and steven is drooling over the monuments. and reader runs into her old friends who were toxic and made hr=er her feel like shit and shes kinda gets into a spiral about herself and moonboys reassure her that they love her and calm her down? THANK YOU AKKA YOU ARE BY NO MEANS IN ANY WAY PRESSURE TO DO THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU

Hyderabad Diaries (Steven Grant x desi!reader, Marc Spector x desi!reader, Jake Lockley x desi!reader)

Masterlist

Summary: Your boyfriends are going on a mission and you wanted to tag along :) Warnings: Swearing, a little angst, mentions of weapons. Word Count: 2.7k words

A/N: Here you go! Again thank you so so much for the requests sweethearttt <333 I tried to make this as fluffy as possible. (Also ik the song above is about friendship but I THINK ITS CUTE FOR THIS OKAY)

Tagging: @brekkers-desigirl @wordacadabra @pakhiya @ahookedheroespureheart @swiggy-needs-mental-help

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You always hated it when your boyfriends had to leave for missions. You knew the suit they had would most definitely protect them and keep them away from harm but you worried endlessly about them and would constantly curse the moon god that would drag them around for these missions.

“Darling, it'll only be for one or two weeks, I promise, we’ll be safe and we will text and call.” Steven says, neatly folding his clothes and slotting them into the luggage bag.

You pulled a sweater that he just folded out of the bag and hugged it close, nuzzling the soft material with your nose, smelling the faint smell of Steven’s cologne. Your eyes threatened to tear up again. You couldn’t do it, your heart was aching.

“Where are you guys going anyway?” you say, trying to distract yourself by helping Steven.

“Oh umm, top secret, mission things.” Steven mumbles, avoiding your eye, making you frown.

“Steven, what are you not telling me?” you say, your heart speeding up.

“Uhh, ohh, I think Marc is better at handling this.” Steven mumbles again and dipped so fast that you don't have time to react.

You stare unbelievingly at Marc who gives you a nervous smile and backs away slowly from the table that you were sitting at. You got off the chair and glared at Marc.

“What are you guys hiding from me, Spector, you better tell me, or I swear I will torture it out of you.” you say clawing your fingers as you approach him.

“OKAY! FINE, I’LL TELL YOU WHERE WE ARE GOING, PLEASE, STOP!” he screams, gasping for air as you tickle.

You sit back on your legs, satisfied with your work.

“We’re going to Hyderabad.” Marc mumbles and your jaw drops open.

“No way, really?” you say, unable to contain your surprise and Marc nods.

“Please take me with you, please. I haven’t been home for months, please Marc, baby.” You plead instantly, scooching closer to him.

“I knew you would ask me, that's why I wouldn't tell you.” He frowns. “I can’t take you along for a mission, sweetheart.”

“Dude, it's my home, I’ll be safe, please, I promise, just lemme come with you, yea?” you say, gripping his bicep, rubbing circles.

Marc glares at you but you could tell that he was slowly giving in, his eyes betraying him.

“You’re lucky that we love you so much.” Marc scowls and grumbles and you crush him in a hug and smother him with kisses.

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On the day of departure from Heathrow Airport you were literally bouncing up and down with excitement.

Marc, on the other hand, was on his weird ‘father duties’ whereby he didn’t let you do a single thing, checking in the bags with his hands on his hips and making sure for the hundredth time he had the correct passport and tickets. You watch him with a small smile and shake your head at his behavior, realizing that he would make a really cute dad.

The flight took off without any issues and soon you were soaring through the skies. Three hours into the flight, the flight attendants came around with their food carts.

“Would you like anything, ma’am.”

“Just a coffee please!” You say smiling up at the flight attendant, but your smile flattered when you saw where she was looking.

“And a side of stop-eyeing-my-man.” You mumble.

“Sorry ma’am?” The flight attendant asked

“Nothing.” You smile sweetly, taking the coffee and curling your fingers around Marc’s bicep, tightening your grip on him.

“Possessive much, sweetheart?” Marc whispered, chuckling as you glared at the air stewardess’ retreating figure.

“You’d do the same, asshole.” you say pinching him softly and he pretends to die from the pain, making you laugh.

The nine hour flight was quicker with Marc by your side and the second the both of you stepped out of Rajiv Gandhi International Airport, you were greeted by Jake, who stretched and yawned from the long flight, grabbing your bags and pecking your cheek.

You breathe in the familiar smell of home and feel it envelope you. You spot your cousins at the entrance and run up to give them a hug, Jake trudging behind you.

“Anu, Hari, Vani, this is my boyfriend, Marc. Marc, my cousins Anushri, Harini and Bhavani. And this handsome man is my uncle, Vas.” you quickly introduce the lot. Jake smiles at your cousins and shakes your uncle’s hand, helping him load the stuff to the car.

Jake sat in the front, making small talk with your uncle while you and your cousins squeezed into the back seat of your uncle’s car. Within 20 minutes, you were at your grandmother’s home where you and Jake were welcomed with an aarti and loads of hugs. Jake leaned down and touched your grandma’s feet, seeking her blessing, which made your heart almost explode with adoration for him.

“Ma, you didn’t tell me that this handsome man was so charming over your calls?” your grandma gushed over Jake, reaching up to pat his face as he gave her a dopey grin.

“You talk to your grandma about me?” Jake whispered as he and you followed your cousin up the stairs.

“No, I talk to her about Gus the flippin' fish on a daily basis.” you say blandly, rolling your eyes at him, making him chuckle. “Of course I talk about you, dummy.” you continue as the both of you part to go to different rooms.

You were to sleep with your cousins and Jake got one of your cousins rooms. You knew that the boys would be out most of the time and you've already made an excuse for him as to why he would be out for long hours, telling your family that he would be going to a few meetups for an artifact, which was not exactly a lie.

You knew that Khonshu probably is sending them to find another world-ending artifact that the gods had left lying around Earth hundreds of thousands of years ago.

“Amor, I'm gonna excuse myself. You have fun and stay out of trouble.” Jake enters your room and kisses your forehead.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” You say poking his chest and he chuckles again before exiting the room, leaving your cousins to stare at you open mouthed.

“What?” you stare back and exaggeratedly widen your eyes, eyebrows furrowing.

“Spanish?! And the FOREHEAD KISS?!!” Anu shouts, making you hiss.

“Oh, yea. And Arabic, some French and Ancient Egyptian, for obvious reasons.” You say, counting off the languages, grinning from ear to ear.

“Arabic, French and Spanish? The holy trinity of beautiful languages? And he looks good too. You didn’t tell us he looked that good, you just said he was cute?” Vani questions.

You throw a decorative pillow at her and she laughs.

“Why don’t you ask him when he comes back for dinner?” you challenge her.

“Deal.”

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The boys didn’t arrive for dinner and you made a sly excuse for them to your family, stating that he was having dinner with the artifact dealers. Despite feeling extremely tired, your cousins dragged you to get ready to go out and meet some friends at an open bar. You reluctantly agreed to it and sent a text to the boys before leaving.

Going to an open bar to meet up with old friends, hope everything is alright, love you xxx.

You hit send on the text and sigh, the pit of your stomach swirling with worry. You look up to the full moon that is shining amongst the stars and smile, telling yourself that they will be fine.

The open bar was lovely and you sipped a little sunset martini as you caught up with your friends.

“So, Y/N, how's life?” one of your friends, Shahira asks.

“Pretty normal. Um, my job is steady and I’m relatively happy in London.” you say with a smile.

Your life was far from normal, but you definitely wouldn’t admit your little secret to your cousin and friends.

“She’s being humble,” Anu says, nudging you, “You should see the hottie that she brought back here.”

Just as she says it, you hear the words ‘mummified vigilante’ float into your ears and you whip your head around to the TV that was switched to the news channel. And there he was, clear as day, your “hottie” running at an unfathomable speed in the Moon Knight suit, trying to get away from the press camera, cape swishing in the wind. The people around you gasp and you turn around, downing your sunset martini in one go, eyes wide.

Well that's one way to find out that they are okay.

Clearing your throat, you frown at your friends. “Who the hell was that?” you said, masking your worry with confusion.

“Dunno. Never saw ‘em before.” your friend says.

After a while the bar simmers down and everyone is back to their own business but your heart is pounding against your chest and you take slow breaths to calm yourself down.

“So, as I was saying, Y/N’s hunk of a boyfriend is living with us. He speaks five languages and is American!” your cousin says and you glare at her for going on and on about your boyfriend.

“Got a picture? Let's see him then.” one of your friends says and before you could say no, your cousin whips out her phone and shows a picture of him.

“Dude, did you sneakily take a picture of him?” you hissed at her while your friends stare at the picture. “He’s a very private guy!”

With a lot of enemies.

“Damn, Y/N, did you use a love potion on this guy? He’s so out of your range.” Shahira says, making you frown.

“I..don’t follow?”

“He’s hot and you’re, you.” She says, gesturing at you, smirking as your frown deepens.

“You’re too drab for someone like him, Y/N. You probably bore him, like you bore us. Or maybe he likes ugly girls.” She continues, miming shoving two fingers down her throat and pretending to puke.

You stare in disbelief at Shahira, a friend that you've known for years, who was dragging you down for something so impervious.

“I don’t get it, are you, like, jealous or something?” You ask before you can stop yourself, your cousin staying silent beside you.

“Jealous? Of you? Plain, old, drab, Y/N? Oh please, I could take him away from you with the snap of my fingers.” She smugly says.

“Unless of course, you paid him some money to come with you? That's why he’s not here right now with you, hmm?” Your friends around you giggle like a bunch of school girls and you feel your face heating up.

Your blood boiled and you wished you had one of Marc’s crescent darts, Steven’s batons or even Jake's gun in your hand right now. You stood up and pulled a few notes out of your purse and slammed it down onto the table, making the glasses clink.

“You know what, I’m leaving. You all can keep making more of your theories, just never speak to me again. And Anu? I’m so fucking disappointed with you.” You say and turn, stomping away, trying to hold back your tears as you frantically call a cab.

You cried all the way home; the alcohol, the constant worry that you had for your boyfriends and the embarrassment you felt just now, piling together into one big emotional landslide.

You kick your shoes off at the landing and run up to the boys’ room, which you presumably thought was empty, so you flung the door open and attempted to dive onto the bed but instead you collided with a wall of muscle.

“Darling? Why are you crying? Bollocks, are you hurt? Did something happen, my love?” Steven’s frantic voice travels into your ear and you hug him tightly. He tips your face up to meet his eyes.

“Don’t look at me, I’m ugly.” You mumble as Steven scrunches his face into a confused expression.

“What happened, honey? Did something happen just now?” He says softly, wiping your eyes with the pads of his thumbs, cradling your face in his palms.

You shake your head, tears threatening to leak out of your eyes again.

“It’s ok, I’m here when you're ready.” He said soothingly, one hand leaving your face to pull you closer to his chest.

“Do I bore you, Steven?” you whisper into his thin t-shirt.

“What? No, no darling, you don’t bore me at all.” Steven says, shifting slightly to look down at you. “What makes you say that?”

You slowly tell him what your friends said about you and him.

“Oh please, we’re not teenagers, my love, we’re adults.” Steven chuckled. “Besides, Marc and Jake are not that good looking, maybe I am but the other two are- OWW!” You look up to see Steven pulling and twisting his own ear and a laugh escapes you instantly.

Steven sinks into the parquet floor and drags you down, pulling you onto his lap. You immediately press your forehead into his neck as he holds you.

“We personally think you’re gorgeous and probably the most interesting person out of the four of us.” Steven says into your hair. “Don’t let their words get to you, my love. I don’t think they really know the real value of you, the way me, Marc and Jake see you. You’re our perfect angel.”

You nod and stay there a little longer, absorbing Steven’s energy.

“I saw you guys on the news.” You whispered.

“Oh yea, pesky news van didn’t wanna let us go, the bastards.” Steven chuckled. “But great news, we found the thing that Khonshu was looking for. Didn’t expect to finish the job so fast, innit?”

He pointed to a little gold bracelet on the table and you grinned.

“Does this mean you have time to spend with me here?” You say, looking up at him.

“Of course, we can have all the fun you want.” He smiled.

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The next day was probably the most amazing day you had spent with the boys in a long time.

You woke up to a beautiful authentic Indian breakfast spread made by your grandmother that you and Jake finished in less than ten minutes and still wanted more. Jake showered your grandmother with flattery which only made her feed him more food.

“Ammama, you're going to turn him into a lazy hibernating bear, I wanna take him around town!” you tell her as she attempts to serve him again.

She pinched his cheeks and ruffled his hair, making him grin and stick his tongue out at you. You glare playfully at your grandmother.

“I’m her favorite now.” he whispers, smirking.

Avoiding your cousins, you and Steven decided to leave early to take a bus to Golconda Fort. You listened intently to Steven’s explanations about the place that he read out of the book and animated it to you with his expressions.

You had been here before for a school trip but you have to admit that Steven made the experience more entertaining than you had intended. Sooner or later, people started to gather around and listen to Steven instead of the actual tour guide.

“Steven, Steven, baby, we’re gonna get kicked out.” you whispered as Steven smiles shyly at the crowd around him and you.

Marc had found some street snacks and after a long few hours of walking together, you both slumped onto a bench.

“Good god, Steven really talks a lot doesn’t he? My jaw hurts from rambling so much.” Marc says, rubbing his face.

“Are you sure it's because Steven talks a lot or because you and Jake clench your jaw to the point of damage.” you tease, cupping his face in your hands and squeezing his cheeks together, making him pout like a duck.

“Maybe both.” he mumbles and rolls his eyes.

You laugh and let go of his face, leaning your head onto his shoulder and continue to savor your snack.

“Marc?”

“Mhmm?”

“Thanks for letting me come with you guys.”

“I was scared to death thinking that you would tickle me to high heaven if I said no.” he says back.

“Don’t be a wuss.” you chuckle.

“Yes, yes, love you too.” Marc says, nudging you.

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Translations:

Hyderabad: Hyderabad is the capital of southern India's Telangana state.

Amor: Love

Ammama: Grandma

Golconda Fort: Built by Qutub Shahi Kings, this fort presents an impressive structure, with eight gates and 87 bastions.

[perpetually-sad-but-its-fine]

masterlist

fandoms that i’ve written for so far: chicago pd, chicago fire, chicago med, marvel, harry potter.

(check tags to see who i’ve written for specifically)

i also have a wattpad: @/mehblahblahmah

others

reviews of one chicago and others

chicago fire

gabby dawson

motorcycle rides

girlfriend!gabby dawson. general fluffiness.

wasn’t enough

angst. angst. angst. gabby dawson x halstead!sister!reader

matt casey

y’know what’s funny?

pre-relationship!matt casey but ends with r and matt together. fluff, humor, light angst.

chicago pd

erin lindsay

like a b*tch in heat

smut with literally no plot. mean!dom!reader x sub!erin

hailey upton

mornings

domestic!hailey upton. tooth-rotting fluff and humor. that's it.

a thing for blondes

mutual pining. fluff and humor. first kiss and flirting.

jay halstead

distractions, distractions

needy!jay halstead. fluff and humor. feel good stuff.

payback

boyfriend!jay halstead. fluff and humor. slightly suggestive.

wasn’t enough

angst. angst. angst. gabby dawson x halstead!sister!reader

random decisions

soulmate!jay halstead x reader. fluff and cutesy things

kim burgess

it worked!

short one shot/drabble with wife!kim burgess. tooth-rotting fluff. general happiness.

vanessa rojas

fruit loops

short one shot/drabble with girlfriend!vanessa. hurt/comfort. minimal angst. cutesiness.

chicago med

will halstead

wasn’t enough

angst. angst. angst. gabby dawson x halstead!sister!reader

harry potter

draco malfoy

a fun reunion

porn with absolutely no plot. kinda!mean!top!draco x whiny!bottom!hermione x kinda!mean!top!r

hermione granger

a fun reunion

porn with absolutely no plot. kinda!mean!top!draco x whiny!bottom!hermione x kinda!mean!top!r

marvel

bucky barnes

bucky x natasha x reader drabble

smut drabble with no plot. top!bucky x bottom!natasha x top!reader

to keep the monster alive

hurt/comfort one shots w/ platonic!bucky x reader. brother-sister relationship.

carol danvers

carol x natasha x reader drabble

smut drabble with no plot. top!carol x top!reader x bottom!natasha.

daisy johnson 

disobeyed orders

girlfriend!daisy johnson. smut w/ plot. kinky filth. grab the holy water.

layla el-faouly

more than you know

angsty. unrequited feelings. tears.

marc spector

language barriers

desi!tamil!r x marc spector. fluff, humor, tiniest bit of angst. slightly suggestive, little bit spicy at the end.

natasha romanoff

carol x natasha x reader drabble

smut drabble with no plot. top!carol x top!reader x bottom!natasha.

bucky x natasha x reader drabble

smut drabble with no plot. top!bucky x bottom!natasha x top!reader bottom!natasha x top!reader

[jake-g-lockley]

Hey!! Do you have any moonboys fluff recommendations? I honestly feel like ive read everything 💀

Hi my sweet anon! Sorry for the late response but here are a few of my favourites!

Now, I can’t find all my faves cuz I’m ABSOLUTELY useless at reblogging or saving my fave fics :”) BUTTTT, I GENUINELY LOVE LOVE LOVE THESE FEW WRITERS’ WORK SO CHECK THEM OUT <3 (if I do miss anyone out, I still love you very much, I am just very dumb)

Rasmalai juice staining her lips (Moon Boys x Desi!Reader) by @brekkers-desigirl 

Hello? Literally the fic that got me to start writing fics

But also mad cute cute

Cough Syrup (Steven Grant x reader) by @romanarose

THE SICK FIC that got me through COVID

Super duper cute, for starters, also very comforting 

Sleep is for the Weak (Marc Spector x reader) by @luke-o-lophus

Now, as you all know my workaholic ass literally read this and went like, “yup I need that but I also won’t stop working cuz I don’t have Marc Spector.” 

But this was mad cute, big love

Where's Taweret When You Need Her? (Moon Boys x Reader) by @howaboutcastiel

SRXDTCFYVGUBHINJ

Period fic ofc

Just my boys being the most adorable humans 

Vanna Kolathil Vaanam! (Moon Boys x Desi!Reader) by @dystopian-reverie

(https://at.tumblr.com/dystopian-reverie/hi-this-is-wysteria-clad-just-tossing-idea-of/gs4r1au0oiu1)

This just warmed my tamil heart :”)

Fate Laid Differently In a Taxi Ride (Jake Lockely x fem desi!reader) by @cherryesskisses 

MY MOM WROTE THIS FOR ME<33333

Literally warms my soul

Cucumber face mask and Fist of Vengeance. (Jake Lockley x reader) by @wysteria-clad

Jakey fluff <3

Again, my heart was squeeeezing when I read this 

But yea, those are some I have permanently etched to my brain hehehe, hope you like them too <33

[wysteria-clad]

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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Oh please just imagine their soft whispers while theyre drifting off

Okay I've seen fics of papi teaching reader to count, but imagine Tamil reader teaching the boys to count in Tamil when they can't sleep—just playing with their hair, soft kisses and praises, and sleepily counting numbers till they fall asleep.