#i want to be the scarab sm i want what they have

[lizzie-is-here]

lonely is a man without love

part iii- cairo

“i am a deserted sky, and you are the moonlight” - manoj muntashir

summary: you and marc head to cairo, and you make a shocking discovery in the form of a giant skeleton bird

wordcount: 4k

warnings: language, violence, vague references to the red room, drinking, slight pining, a saddening lack of steven

a/n: yuhhh posting this before my bday tomorrow so i can get crunk af. ALSO TAYLOR AND JOE? sobbing. but i hope y’all enjoy love y’all sm sm sm 🫶

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Marc pokes and prods for more intel on your profession the whole plane ride to Cairo.

Honestly, it’s more of a harsh interrogation at this point, with him making sure you aren’t working for any remnant of the Red Room that managed to stay alive. Once he’s satisfied and his temper cools, you explain why you were sent.

“Righteous” justice or not, he was a danger, killing random people all over Europe and shaking off hits that no normal person should be able to. And the team liked to keep tabs on enhanced beings.

“So the actual Avengers are worried about me? It’s not like I’m going after them,” he says.

You laugh, loud and obnoxious. “Worried? No, you misunderstand. It’s more of a public safety precaution. Just making sure all of our loose ends are tied.”

“Loose ends being…?”

“Hydra. The Red Room-“ You gesture to yourself. “Aliens. Things like that.”

“Yeah…” Marc says, hesitant. “‘Things like that’, sure.”

You lean over a bit, scanning the plane from your aisle seat to check for threats. All you see are tired passengers, dozing off or absorbed in the small TVs on the backs of the seats.

Once satisfied, you turn back to Marc.

“If you want to sleep, now’s a good time. Once we get to Cairo, we’re not going to have much time to rest,” you say, nodding to the TV. 3 hours away.

He eyes you, a bit suspiciously, but closes his eyes anyway. With a sigh, you stand up, snaking through the aisles to the bathroom. You grab your phone and tap a favorited contact.

“(Y/N)?”

“Tasha,” you greet. “Is it a bad time?”

Your friend shakes her head, holding up the phone to show the group. “We just finished a movie, what’s up?”

“So… Marc Spector is here. He has DID, and Steven Grant is an alter, not an alibi. Things are getting serious.”

She nods. “That explains a lot.” You’d been relaying your experiences to them for weeks, and they’d shared in your confusion. Her tone turns more stern. “How serious?”

“Cults, magic, something about a scarab? It’s out of my expertise.”

“Do you need backup?” Steve’s voice calls from the other side of the couch.

You shake your head. “No, it’s nothing I can’t handle. It’s just fucking weird.”

A chorus of laughter goes up on the other end of the phone and you smile, rolling your eyes when a knock lands on the bathroom door.

“I just wanted to update you. We’re heading to Cairo now, so…” You shrug. “I will maybe get some souvenirs.”

The knocking grows more incessant.

“Will you hold on? Your shits can wait!” you call. Turning your attention back to the phone, you sigh. “I’ve got to go. This person is going to kick the door down.”

Nat nods and mock-salutes you. “Have fun, stay safe. You can always call, (Y/N).”

With a brief goodbye, you wash your hands and leave, awkwardly waving at the small child who was the source of the knocking. Sitting down, you sigh, listening to the sound of air and propellers.

No sleep for you, you guess.

———————————————————————

When the plane lands and you rush off, you and Marc find the closest hotel and buy separate rooms.

Even after securing the room and stuffing a gun under your pillow, you still sleep lightly. A shattering sound wakes you, bright light from outside invading your eyes, and you curse under your breath as you clamber out of bed.

You slip out of your door and into Marc’s room, gun still gripped in your hand.

He’s sitting on the floor, head in his hands. A mirror is shattered.

“Are you gonna break more mirrors or can we start the day?” you ask. He raises a bottle.

Snatching it from him, you down the last of the fiery liquid and chuck the bottle. It lands somewhere on the ground behind you, brown glass joining the reflective shards on the tile.

He drunkenly laughs, looking up to where you stand.

Your hair is free and rustled, not like how you normally have it. Your hair is always braided or tied back, something he now realizes is a habit from your training.

There’s a gun in your hand, and he can see your finger on the trigger. Marc regrets waking you, partially out of guilt and partially because he’s once more been reminded that you’re a killer. Which reminds him that he’s a killer.

You’re just a much prettier killer. Much.

“Are you going to get up? Or are you going to stare at me like you want to fight me again?” you laugh. “Because it did not go so great for you last time-“

He waves a dismissive hand. “Yeah, yeah. ‘M gettin’ up,” he finally says, and you slip away, avoiding glass and heading back to your own room to dress for the day.

Light colors, thin fabrics. Anything to stave off the heat. Once you’re both ready, you and Marc head into the city.

You don’t mention the mysterious absence of Steven, who the vigilante is definitely suppressing. Said vigilante is too busy hunting down his target.

He shakes off the last bit of drunkenness as he leads you up a ladder, not really telling you where you’re going or why. It doesn’t bother you, per se, but you are curious as to how he knows where to go. Sometimes he glances at empty spaces, as if listening to something not quite there.

You have no time to ponder this strange behavior as you leap across rooftops and nimbly avoid obstacles that Marc barrels through.

Your question as to who you’re hunting down is answered when you see a group of men, with one being stabbed in the stomach right as you arrive. Great.

“Oh, shit,” Marc sighs. “You killed him? I needed to talk to that guy. About a dig sight.”

“I don’t think they can un-stab him,” you snort.

He nods. “True. Guess I’m gonna have to talk to you all instead.”

“You’re too late,” one of them growls. “You’re never gonna find Harrow.”

“That’s his name?” You audibly gag. “Eugh, that’s a shit name for a cult leader.”

The guy tosses his knife in the air, following it up by tracing the blade along the ground.

“Ooh,” Marc says. “What, are we dancin’? We fightin’? What are we gonna do?” You step back as one of them lunges, deciding to go easy on them and not use a weapon.

Slamming one against the wall is easy enough, though he gets up soon after and targets Marc instead. One of them, a kid, charges at you.

You disarm him and shove him on his ass, not wasting your time on a literal child. Whipping around, you grab the handle of a knife as it zooms past, a few inches past your shoulder.

“Seriously? Learn to aim,” you say to yourself as you toss the knife off the roof.

It’s going rather well for a street fight. Much more fun, albeit less challenging than any of your Red Room missions.

And then it all goes to shit.

Marc’s got a knife to a guy’s throat, but something changes. A brief moment of silence, and he slams the blunt handle on his head, hard enough for him to bleed.

You let him go to town fighting the other two, who are now much more scared of him. It’s only when he meets your gaze that you realize something is deeply wrong. The hairs on your neck rise.

That’s not Marc. Definitely not Steven.

Your suspicions are confirmed when he leaps from the roof and disappears into the crowd.

What the fuck?

You follow, sprinting down streets as you barely stay on his tail.

When you manage to catch up to Marc, or whoever, he’s staring down a cliff with two dead bodies on the ground. You don’t have to look to know that the third lies at the base of the steep drop.

“Marc? What the fuck just happened?” you demand.

He whirls around, fear in his eyes.

“I- I don’t know. That wasn’t me, or Steven. So what-”

The wind swirling interrupts him, and he stares off at a rusty car.

“And what is so interesting about the car that-”

“We have to find Harrow. What about the other gods?”

You furrow your brow. “What?”

A disembodied voice responds, “To signal with an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath-”

You’ve never pulled out a gun faster. Turning in circles, you find no source. No people, no tech. Your breath quickens, aiming the firearm at random.

“Okay, Marc?” you begin. “I’m all good with cults, and floating scarabs, and even some magic, but you are going to have to explain that voice before I start freaking out.”

The man sighs, glancing back to the air.

“I serve the Egyptian god Khonshu. I’m his… avatar.” The delusional nature of his statement is offset by how naturally he says it, so much so that you do a double-take.

“And you’re just telling me this now? Of course, of course, the first mission I go on after fighting a grape from space has Egyptian gods,” you hiss. “Don’t tell the public, Thor’s got plenty of fangirls that you don’t want.”

The voice sounds again. “I doubt they’d find the same appeal in me.”

You shrug, but when you turn in the direction it came from, you see it. And boy is it ugly.

An absurdly large bird skull, the body covered in mummification wrappings, and a large staff at his side.

“Cool. Cool-cool-cool. You were saying about talking to the other gods?” you mumble, trying to ignore the large bird thing.

“Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen?” Marc asks.

“Anger them enough and they’ll imprison me in stone,” the thing -Khonshu- says.

“That doesn’t sound too bad to me,” the man next to you says. You nod in agreement.

“You are very ugly,” you state bluntly.

Evidently unused to people disrespecting him, the god slams his staff on the ground.

“Not many mortals are allowed to even see my form, much less speak to me. It is a blessing.”

“Yes, well, I don’t feel very blessed.”

He turns his attention back to his avatar. “See how well you fare against Harrow without the protection of my healing armor.”

“All right, so what? Do you have any good ideas?”

“I have a bad one.” With that, he disappears.

You glance up, noticing the light dimming. You are met with a solar eclipse. So he can fully move the moon with no regard to its position or that the next eclipse was not for a good while? Huh.

Marc leads you down some stairs, past Khonshu as they talk.

“The gods all have avatars,” he explains. “They’re gathering now, but I don’t know…”

A wall begins to open itself, revealing a tunnel lined with glowing hieroglyphs. “... how to get there,” he finishes.

“I don’t fuck with small, dark, magic tunnels,” you say. “Besides, I don’t think I should join you.”

Marc smiles, visibly nervous. Resting a hand on his shoulder, you shrug.

“You’ll be fine, okay? Meet me here when you’re done, I will wait and see what I can learn about any leads.” It’s the nicest thing you’ve said to him, so he nods, steels his nerves, and heads down the tunnel. As soon as it shuts, you sigh.

“‘Egyptian mythology’,” you whisper to yourself as you type into a search bar. “I guess the black market is a good place to start.”

———————————————————————

You’re wandering through a marketplace when Marc finds you. The Red Room taught you to blend in perfectly, but he manages to spot you when he hears a loud laugh.

In your hand are a drink and a tangerine, which you may or may not have stolen.

“Can you find anything about Senfu’s sarcophagus?” he asks.

“Ouch, no ‘Hi’?” you tease before obliging. As you search with Stark tech assisting you, you glance at Marc. “It didn’t go well.”

“No,” he agrees. “They brought in Harrow, called me crazy, and denied my request.”

“Hmm, some council.” You finally break into a smile, holding your phone flat and projecting your findings. “Mogart. Some black market collector that is conveniently… 24 miles away.”

It takes a while to double-check your intel and find a boat, and the sun has set by the time you’re onboard. Sitting on the end, away from the other groups, Marc watches you, observing the cheerful passengers. A few young girls dance to the loud music, just enjoying the night as you look away.

“You know, I know almost nothing about you,” Marc says.

“I could say the same about you. Other than the file.”

He doesn’t balk at the mention of a debriefing on him, just smirks. “Yeah? Well, you know I work for an Egyptian god, I’ve got a British man living in my head, and the basics. All I know is your name and your-” He gestures at you. “-previous job.”

“You don’t want to know about the Red Room, I promise.” Your smile is a bit bittersweet. “It’s not pretty.”

“My past isn’t either.”

You hum. “The Red Room makes child assassins,” you say, avoiding too much detail. “And… I was cycled through the Black Widow programme three times. I was good at it, too.” That’s all you give up, gauging his reaction.

His gaze softens, not with pity, but with empathy. “How young were you? When you started- The training, I mean.”

The question manages to cause a lump in your throat. This is why you don’t like thinking about it.

You soften the truth when you manage to speak. “I don’t remember a time before it.”

A hand rests on yours. And the two of you sit in silence for a bit, quiet understanding lingering.

“And you?” you say, blinking away the small amount of water building in your eyes. “Did you always work for the bird?”

“No. But I was fighting for a while before I met him. ‘ve done plenty of horrible shit in my life even without him asking me to.”

“And I’ve done horrible things to get out of the Red Room. We have something in common.”

Marc shakes his head. “No, you… you’re out. Hell, you’re working with the Avengers. You’ve made up for it.”

If he knew what you’d done, he wouldn’t be so quick to absolve you. You brush that thought away.

“Well,” you begin, leaning back on the seat. “It’s never too late to start.”

The boat reaches the banks before he can respond or be further distracted by the rings on your hands. Or how your body twists and curves as you quickly jump onto dry land.

“Got an alibi?” you ask, watching Marc stash the duffel bag under the dock.

He hums, shrugging. “A few. Rufino Estrada,” he decides. “What about you?”

“I’m going in as myself. Obviously, not an Avenger, but…” You tie your jacket around your waist, allowing your t-shirt to hide many of your weapons.

On your belt, there are two guns and a handful of knives, but Marc’s eyes are drawn to your wrists. Gauntlets flicker red, electricity in them crackling as you check your weapons.

He speaks after you fire an experimental blast into the ground. “And what’s our story here?”

“You hired me as security, and you are in the business for this sarcophagus. You’re a reputable antiques buyer who previously had ties to Dreykov, the head of the Red Room. I’ve already sent that information ahead.” You flash a charming smile to the man, who still seems a bit on edge. “Mogart made a few small deals with him, so he knows how serious the Widows are. It’s a perfect alibi.”

You two approach a large track, with men jousting under bright lights as music blares from the speakers.

Schooling your expression as you approach a man, you tilt your chin up.

“Where is your boss?” you ask, voice much darker and accented than usual.

“Ma’am-“

“I sent a message earlier. We’re here for the sarcophagus.” The man immediately nods and rushes off as you lead Marc forward. “Don’t drop the act,” you whisper. “Let’s go.”

The guy introduces himself as Bek and guides you toward the track. “He’s excited to meet you. He hasn’t been able to speak to any of the infamous Black Widows after the Red Room fell.”

They were scattered across every continent on Earth, rebuilding their lives. Of course he wouldn’t find them.

“Excuse me a moment. Mr. Mogart will be with you shortly,” Bek says, slipping away.

You lean against the railing, the Widow Bites on your wrists glowing red at the movement.

“So what?” Marc starts. “This joker just puts on El-Mermah games in his backyard for fun?”

You click your tongue. “Ah, who knows? Rich people are weird.”

“Sir, Agent. Come in.” The man, dressed in a dark red robe, greets you with a more than relaxed attitude. “I hear you’re interested in my collection?”

Marc nods. “I hear you have Senfu’s sarcophagus.”

“And who told you that?” This is tedious, you think to yourself. Diplomacy and bargaining, it makes you want to heave.

“The best in the business.” Marc gestures to you.

Mogart seems convinced by this, and you begin to head toward a group of buildings.

“I hope you understand this is more than a collection to me. Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously.”

“No one asked you to do that,” you comment mildly, baring your teeth in a sinister grin when he frowns at you. “Yet, here we are.”

Mogart brushes off the thinly veiled insult with a chuckle. “I forgot how deep Widows cut,” he jokes. “How was the old boss before he died? May he rest in peace.”

“Pieces,” you correct, struggling to speak well of the man that previously controlled every aspect of your life. “Helicopter explosion. He… He died powerful and influential. What he would’ve wanted.”

Mogart doesn’t push further, thankfully, coming to a stop in front of a glass pyramid.

“If I may ask, why such interest in Senfu in particular?”

You have a fake reason, but he gestures for Marc to answer. Shit.

“I think that… I just think I would love to take a look,” he says. He’s confident, but it’s an awkward pause.

Mogart concedes. “Funny man. Feel free.”

As you enter the area housing said tomb, you glance at Marc.

“You need to let Steven out. He knows more than either of us and we cannot afford to blow this,” you whisper.

Marc scoffs. “Not a chance. All right, what do you see?”

“The burial practices,” you begin, recalling your research from earlier. “They’re in line with the Studenwachen texts.”

“The what?”

You roll your eyes, exasperated. “Apparently I’m the only one who studied. It means it’s real. But all of this is just instructions to guide the dead.”

“So?”

“No locations indicated.”

Marc glances up at the ceiling, likely listening to Steven. He turns back to you, voice hushed.

“Ok, will you give me a minute? I gotta talk to Steven. Keep him occupied.”

You nod, slipping away with a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Estrada needs some time alone,” you announce, watching said man ramble to himself. “He’s… praying.”

This doesn’t stop Bek, who storms in and grabs Marc’s arm. On instinct, the ex-Marine disarms him, also giving up your cover.

Guns are trained on you in an instant, and you raise your hands.

“Marc!” you shout. He spots you, and for a second you think he’s gonna shoot the guy and leave you to fend for yourself. Instead, he curses and gives up the gun.

“Do you really think I’m an idiot?” Mogart asks. “Get on your knees.”

Marc obliges, and the robed man sneers at you. “I really thought you were a possible ally.” A gun shoved against your neck forces you forward. “I used to be Dreykov’s customer, a friend, even.”

“You think I’d want anything to do with the man who ruined my life?” you laugh. “Dreykov was a coward. And I wish I’d been the one to kill him.”

“Hey-“ Marc steps in. “Take a look inside the sarcophagus. There’s somethin’ really, really big.”

Before Mogart can look, Bek speaks to him in French. You freeze.

“It appears we have a concerned third party here,” he says. “Get up.”

“Harrow,” you mouth to Marc, trying to find the zealot. He stands with two men, leaning on his staff.

“Whatever they’ve told you, I’m sure I can offer something much more tangible.” The scarab floats above his hand. “Why settle for a clue when you can have the treasure?”

Arguing breaks out as Marc snaps at Harrow, who simply turns to each of you. “You all have more in common than you know.”

“(Y/N), you think that ignoring the past will keep it from catching up to you. That missions can give you a purpose, but it’s closing in.”

You’re so taken aback by him knowing your name and reading you so well that you don’t hear another word.

“Do it. Summon the suit,” Khonshu says, appearing on a rooftop. “Give them what they deserve.”

You exchange a glance with Marc, subtly nodding to your gun, and then to the distracted guards.

Meanwhile, Harrow calls on his staff, using it to destroy the sarcophagus. By the time the cultish leader is gone, so is Marc.

Panic starts immediately, and you grin despite being surrounded.

“Well, boys. Looks like you’re in trouble.”

Mogart and Bek run as Marc starts attacking, throwing down curved blades as you grab your gun. Shooting down three guards is easy enough, but more are firing from the track.

“Here!” Marc covers you with his cape, blocking the gunfire in a way you don’t understand.

You catch your breath, looking up where his eyes glow through the suit.

“Can you buy me some time?”

“Absolutely.”

You run to the tomb, grabbing the tattered fabric. When you turn around, you come face to face with Bek.

Thinking fast, you throw shards of glass at his face and kick him in the stomach. He grabs a knife as you dodge his attacks, ducking in time for his knife to land in the mummy.

You take the advantage, slamming the grip of your gun into his nose. He tosses you away to grab the knife, but as he turns around, you fire off a single shot.

A quick death, it could be worse.

Running to the track where Marc is pinned down, you jump the fence. There’s multiple javelins stabbed through him, and you shoot a rider with another ready.

As you aim for the rest, however, you take a blow to the head. You hit the dirt, trying to rise as your vision blurs.

You can hear hoofbeats pounding in your head, only increasing the incoming headache. He’s got a javelin.

“Fuck that hurts,” you mutter, pushing yourself into a sitting position with your gauntlet trained on the figure. Even as Mogart heads for Marc, you don’t waver, especially when he sticks out the weapon to attack you at the last second.

Marc tackles you out of the way, enveloping you as he rolls to safety and tosses a last knife. It doesn’t miss.

Sighing in relief, you let your head flop onto his shoulder as you try to fight off the ache. He pats you on the back as his wounds mend under the suit. A luxury you don’t have.

“There you go. That’s it, deep breaths,” he mumbles, not really sure when you got comfortable enough with each other to sit like this.

He tries his best not to focus on the weight of you leaning on him, trusting him enough to rest, safely tucked in his arms. It feels nice, to have someone trust him like this. Marc hasn’t had that in a long time.

He coughs a bit and you pull away, leaving a cold, exposed feeling where your touch was. Shakily standing, you observe the bodies scattered on the sand.

“We should keep moving,” you say softly. “Don’t want them to catch up.”

Marc can only nod as he fights to keep from reaching for you.

“Yeah. We’ll keep moving.”

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 64

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? angst, more angst, yelling, mentions of past child abuse, let me know if i missed anything.

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you were sat at the table in the kitchen the next morning while slowly picking at a muffin steven had made earlier.

marc sat across from you, and layla had left earlier as well.

it was silent. too silent. you could hear every drop of rain that fell on the ground a couple stories down.

that was until you decided to speak up.

"so... am i still grounded?" you ask uncomfortably.

marc sighs a runs a hand through his hair. "yes. but.. for less time. and i know this will.. absolutely break your heart but.. but..... oh motherfu- jake you do it"

"no"

"darling listen.." steven takes over. "we decided as a group.. and your mother and even khonshu agrees but... we've decided that you won't be able to be arachnid until you're eighteen.." your heart drops at stevens sentence.

"what..?" you ask shakily and marc sighs.

"i know it's hard to hear, but we really mean it this time. we can't have you out there getting hurt-"

"but you do it all the time!" you interrupt. "jake knows how important it is to me- he agrees that i should have freedom! right jake?" you look to him in the mirror and he gives you a sad look.

"wha- jake?! you too?! seriously- i- you've seen what i can do- i-" you cut yourself off, tearing up and putting your head in your hands, allows resting on the table.

steven sighs sadly. "it's okay darling, we're sorry but- you need to focus on your school work, i mean it's the beginning of march and you're failing almost all your classes! you haven't even been in school all too much either!" he raises his voice and you look up at him.

"you can't do this- it doesn't matter if i graduate i don't even know what i'm going to do in life- all i have are these stupid powers!" you tell back at him and a stern look takes over stevens face.

"no, you listen. you need to graduate, i'm not letting you throw your life away-"

"why not?! you're already taking away everything else!" you cut him off again.

steven scoffs, which is something unlike him to do. "excuse me? we are taking away one thing- and it hurts you don't you understand? it's gotten you kidnapped!" he raises his voice another notch.

you groan out of annoyance. "steven just stop- im not giving this up, i can't" you start. "there's people out there that need my help-"

"they have us, kid" marc says and you look to the mirror where he looks at you. "you aren't invincible! you're just a kid, you shouldn't be out there risking your life-"

"neither should you! what if one day khonshu can't heal you?! what- what if one day i just sit here like an idiot waiting for you to come home and you never do?!" you stand up from your seat.

"y/n we will always come home- but you however are young and inexperienced. you are more likely to die out there than we are" steven answers. "we can't lose you. we are doing this because we love you, i need you to understand that" he quiets his voice and you sigh, sitting back down.

"but that's why i-" you're interrupted by khonshu appearing in a thick fog before he turns to steven.

"we must go!" he shouts and you look to steven in a panic.

"no! i- i just got back-"

"darling listen, we will continue this when we get back but you have to promise me you'll stay here-"

"don't just leave! what's wrong with you?!-"

"casper is coming over to make sure you stay put- now we really have to go-" steven  continues to talk over you while his suit forms onto his body.

"steven this isn't fair-"

"don't talk to me about 'fair', now i love you, just stay here" steven days before leaving out the window, making you stare with wide eyes at all that just happened.

"great job 'dad'. sending my fucking boyfriend to come babysit me" you mutter under your breath as you speed walk to your room and slam the door shut, falling onto your bed face first.

that's when you immediately hear a knock at the front door and you groan out of annoyance.

"yeah okay- can't even get a fucking minute of peace" you mumble, swinging your door open to march to the front door.

you open it to see casper with a sad smile on his face. "are you okay?" he asks quietly and you sigh, dragging him in by his sleeve and shutting the door.

"i'm fine. it's not like you came here just to babysit me" you say sarcastically and sit down on the couch with your arms crossed.

casper sighs and goes to sit next to you. "i came here to make sure you're okay. and because i love you" he says honestly, and you look over to him.

"and to make sure i don't leave" you add and he shakes his head.

"even i know that i couldn't stop you if you really wanted to leave" he says and you nod. "that's true-"

"but you wouldn't. i can tell how exhausted you are right now" casper tells you and you look away, biting the inside of your cheek.

"i'm not even-"

"come on, marc told me everything that happened. have you even tried to sleep since then?" he asks and you stay quiet.

casper sighs and stands up in front of you, offering you a hand. "come on" is all he says before you take his hand.

he takes you to your room and pulls the blanket back on your bed.

you get the message and sit down, looking up at casper as he slips his shoes off before joining you.

"just get some sleep, okay? i'm worried about you" he pushes you down so that your head hits your pillow.

"i'm really not in the mood to sleep right now-" you try sitting back up and casper moves behind you to put his arms around your waist, keeping you from sitting up.

"casper-"

"you're not getting out of this and i'm not leaving until you fall asleep"

"how about you just don't leave at all"

"deal"

you smile to yourself before turning around in casper's arms to face him.

"and for the record, i love you too" you lean to press a kiss to casper's lips before burying your face in his neck.

casper sighs in content and hugs you closer, feeling almost just as tired as you were.

i'm not even two minutes both of you were fast asleep in each others arms, not a care in the world about anything that has ever happened.

meanwhile a few hours later you were still asleep, but in a different position.

you were on your back, head to the side while casper was still hugging your waist but with his face buried in your stomach.

and that's what jake had come home to.

he smiles as and shook his head before closing your door and quietly cleaning up the dried blood on his face.

it wasn't his by the way.

another hour passed and marc was extremely stressed about how tense them and you were before they left, and was almost scared of the next conversation you were going to have once you woke up.

he heard your door open a moment later and thought the worst.

that was until he realized it was casper and not you. he unknowingly let out a sigh of relief as casper approached him.

"how was she?" marc asks quietly and casper sits down next to him.

"justifiably angry" he starts. "i know that she understands why you're taking away arachnid, but it is a part of her now" he explains and marc sighs.

"i know but she's my kid.. she should be focusing on school, not listening to the news and going out to risk her life everyday" marc rants and casper nods.

"i miss her" casper confesses. "the real y/n. she used to try, like actually try. she had a job, and she tried her hardest in school but now.. she's changed so much" he takes a breath. "and i get that she's been going through things lately, like being kidnapped and- and taken by the police but- i need her back" he looks tearfully to marc, who gives him a concerned look.

"i can't let her destroy herself, i just can't" casper hides his tears behind his hands. "i love her marc. i would do anything to make her happy again"

marc puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. "i.. i know how that feels" he starts. "i'm glad she found someone like you.. and i hate that i just admitted that" casper smiles slightly at marc's comment and wiped his tears away.

"thank you, sir"

"call me marc.. you've earned it" marc mumbles and casper nods before marc furrows his brows in thought.

and that was when jake fronted, and casper noticed a change.

"you guys didn't actually have sex did you?" jake questions and casper quickly shakes his head

"no- no. we didn't..." he says.

"but?" jake adds and casper sighs.

"she.. she tried to get something started and i could tell she didn't want it" casper starts. "i.. i stopped her before anything actually happened.."

jake looks down at the ground. "..are you both okay?" he asks and casper nods.

"yeah, i.. i know she wasn't in the right headspace.... and i knew she was hurting" he finishes and jake nods.

"thank you"

casper looks confused. "for what? i just did the right thing- anybody would've done it-"

"no i.. we thank you for protecting her. even though she's technically a 'superhero' she still needs someone" jake starts. "someone like you" he admits and casper smiles slightly.

he's about to say something when you come wandering out, yawning and wiping away the tear stains from your cheeks.

nobody said anything. you just stood looking at them.

"you guys were talking about me.. weren't you?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

"all good things" casper tells you. he thought that one little lie couldn't hurt, as long as you didn't use all your energy up again from crying and being overall angry.

"does this mean you have to go home?" you ask him, not even bothering to acknowledge jake.

casper sighs. "i believe it does.. but we will see each other at school tomorrow, and i can help you get caught up" he offers while standing up.

you simply nod and tiredly walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him waist in a hug.

casper hugs you back and when you let go he heads to the door.

"i'll see you tomorrow, y/n. take care of yourself for me" he says before leaving.

you stare at the door for a moment before looking hesitantly at jake.

there was an awkward silence before either of you said anything.

"are you still mad at us?" jake asks which earns a scoff from marc at his bad choice in starting a conversation.

you furrow your brows and cross your arms in front of your chest. "what do you think, dip shit?" you retort and jake stands up with his hands on his hips.

"disculpe?" jake responds and you look away from him with a shake of your head.

"hey- look at me when i'm talking to you" he says sternly so with attitude, you look back at jake, who seemed to switch.

"don't call him that" steven starts, taking his hands off his hips to put them in his sweaters pockets. "you don't get to swear at us like that-"

"yeah? but what stopped me before?" you interrupt and steven takes a deep breath.

"don't interrupt me, and when you did it before it wasn't to hurt us- you better apologize to him or so help me-"

"so help you what? what are you going to do? send my boyfriend back here to babysit me while you go fuck around in your stupid suit?" you start angrily. "how about taking my phone- oh wait! you already have! god knows when i'll fucking get it back!"

"you watch your tone-"

"i'm not finished 'steven'" you say his name as if it's a curse in your mouth. "bet you're regretting adopting me now, huh? it's all been shits and giggles up until you took everything away from me! first my phone- and- and then arachnid- what's next?! are you going to starve me?! resort to beating me, because i damn well deserve it!"

stevens eyes widen at your words and the fact that your angrily yelling at him, marc and jake are just as shocked but can't find anything to possibly say.

"why did you even adopt me?! why bother trying- you've never been around kids before- and marc's had a bunch of trauma associated with it so why?!" you yell in stevens face and he hesitates in putting a hand on each of your shoulders.

"listen. we love you y/n, please just tell us why you're so worked up" he offers quietly and calmly and you stare up at him confused.

"..what...- you- answer my damn question!" you shove his hands off you you.

"we adopted you because we all saw part of ourselves in you.." steven starts.

that's when marc fronted. it was getting to be a bit too much for steven.

"even before jake.. me and steven both saw a part of ourselves in you. and you were hurting. you were overworked with school and your job, and you were being bullied at school- we had to at least help you" he starts and you calm down enough to listen.

"we.. grew attached. we became protective over you because we saw you as our kid. i have always had trouble expressing.. feelings... and so have you now please, please just tell us what's bothering you" he takes a breath. "please baby, i know you're hurting just tell us how we can help you" his voice breaks at the end of his sentence and you look down at the ground.

it's silent for a minute while you try and hold back tears.

"i.. if i can't help then what's the point..?" you start slowly, still staring at the floor. "i don't want to just sit here and do nothing... nobody else knows what's going on out there with harrow- and- and all that shit- i just want to stop it. it's my fault" you take a deep breath.

"i should've died out there where my mother left me.." you manage to rasp out before marc looks at you in absolute terror.

he moves his hands to each side of your face to lift your head up so he could look you in the eyes.

"don't you ever say that again, you hear me? nothing is your fault- and we're sorry for being so hard on you when you got home but you need to learn. you need to have a life outside arachnid, where you can get a job you love- maybe have a family of your own one day but you can't do that it you're constantly being hurt physically and emotionally" he pauses. "you need a break"

you don't say anything but your eyes gather with tears as you take in a shaky breath.

"..i'm sorry...." you manage to squeak out before tumbling into full blown sobs.

"i'm so sorry- i didn't mean to yell at you guys! i know why you do these things and i shouldn't take my anger out on you it's not fair! i'm sorry- i'm so so sorry-!" you get pulled into marc's chest, and your arms fall around his shoulders as you cry your heart out into his shirt.

"shh.. it's okay, we know you. we know you don't mean those things-"

"no marc you don't understand! i've been a horrible person to you guys and you didn't even do anything-"

"no. stop thinking like that, okay? i only want to hear you say good things about yourself, none of this self deprecating bullshit" marc rubs your back as you calm down, and you refuse to look up at him.

"i'm sorry.." you wipe your face. "stevens suit isn't stupid.. it's great" you sniff.

"it's okay darling, are you feeling better?" steven speaks up through the mirror on the wall.

"i shouldn't have yelled at you.." you say quietly, and wipe at your wet cheeks again.

"it's alright, you were just blowing off steam.. but next time just talk to us okay?" steven requests gently and you nod.

"good, now you seriously need to eat something, you're going to pass out from exhaustion" marc says and guides you back to the kitchen table where your muffin still sits from earlier in the day.

"if you want something else-"

"no.. it's fine" you cut him off and start taking small bites of the muffin.

you eat your muffin while marc sits across from you at the table, trying to decide if he should say anything.

he overall decides to, with the help of steven and jake.

"is there anything else bothering you..?" he asks and you look up at him and nod slightly.

he tilts his head at you as if asking you to go on.

you sigh and look down at the table, specifically the empty muffin wrapper.

"i just.. i miss how we used to be. i've been a terrible girlfriend to casper too.." you voice your worries and marc sighs.

"i miss you too. you lost yourself for a while and we are all here to help you, you know that" he starts. "and don't worry about casper. that kid loves you so much, i've seen it"

you look up at him and nod, slowly standing up from your chair, making marc do the same.

you slowly walk over to him to snake your arms around his waist and rest your forehead on his chest.

marc gently puts a hand around the back of your head and the other around your shoulder.

"it's okay. you'll be okay, kid" he tells you, which makes you tear up again.

you stood there with him for what felt like hours, and he didn't mind one bit.

steven and jake let him have this moment with you, letting him hold you while you calmed yourself.

who knows what the future would bring from here?

would you turn yourself around? would you go back to being an angst teenager?

but more importantly, would you lose someone close to you..?

i guess we won't know until later.

much later.

you thought this was going to be the end of this little chapter of your life didn't you?

tsk. you should know me better than that by now-

anyways, now, you're doing much better. it was now middle of april and you've gotten your grades up to C's, you get your phone for the day, and your dads take it at night and charge it in the kitchen.

your cats are no longer kittens, they have matured to the point where they fight for a spot on your bed, and whoever loses has to usually sleep with marc.

you'd gone on a couple dates with casper, who had gotten his first job at an ice cream parlor about 5 minutes away from his house.

so of course, he had to spoil you and take you to a fancy restaurant.

with a live quartet too. he wore the nicest clothes he had, and you did as well.

layla lent you an old dress of hers for the occasion, it was dark red with gold accents around the trim.

casper thought you crash landed there from heaven that night.

now back to present day, casper was walking you home from school while you fidgeted with your phone.

casper noticed the nervous tick, so he spoke up. "hey, you feeling alright?" he asks and you nod slightly.

"yeah.. just.. evie asked me to go to a party with her tonight and i'm nervous to ask my dads" you voice your worries and casper hums.

"well the worst they can do is say no" he points out and you turn your head to smile at him.

"i know. i guess i just needed reassurance, so thank you" you say kindly and casper opens the door to your apartment building for you.

"it's no problem. do you want me to come up with you?" he asks.

"no, that's okay. you should get home and get your brace off, i know it's been itching lately" you offer and casper chuckles.

"well i'll see you tomorrow then" he smiles.

you nod and lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips before backing up to the elevator.

"i love you, see you tomorrow" you smile and he waves before leaving.

you get a bit nervous in the elevator, watching the numbers rise as you reach your floor.

'the worst they can do is say no' you chant in your head before unlocking the door.

you walk in and leave your bag by the door while steven made tea at the stove.

"hey darling, how was school?" he turns to you for a second with a grin.

"it was good.." you say and steven turns to you with a confused look on his face.

"and..?" he asks and you fidget with your fingers before looking up at him.

"evie invited me to a party tonight.." you say quietly and steven looks over to the mirror on the wall.

"but it's fine if you want me to stay here i understand-"

"how much homework do you have?" marc asks and you blink a few times before answering.

"casper helped me finish it all during lunch"

marc sighs before nodding to steven.

"you can.. you can be out until 11 at the latest. and we will drive you there and back. you're lucky it's a weekend" he jokes and you smile at him.

"you mean it? i can go?" you ask excitedly.

steven nods. "you've been doing better, i think.. we think it'll be a nice reward for you, to keep you motivated, you know?"

"thank you!" you rush to hug steven and both marc and jake smile at you through the mirror.

steven reluctantly pulls away as jake speaks up. "now go clean your room"

"okay!- thanks dads!" you yell as you run to your room to begin cleaning.

i mean, what's the harm in letting you go to a party with your friend?

you've pulled yourself together and began focusing on school and your relationships with your loved ones.

you were finally you again.

what could possibly go wrong?

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A/N : omg this took way too long, but IM BACK!! i have more time to write now and im back in my baby scarab mindset lol. hope you enjoyed, and ill see you later!!

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Saw the ask box post thing so- why not a few of them !

• Compliment/s: From what little I’ve seen out of you, you’re incredibly creative and I love everything I’ve seen from you. From your pixel art to your music you have so much potential and you’re using it well !! You are also very kind :D

• A cute message: Look up a picture of a Florida bonneted bat ! Those things are pretty darn cute

• One thing I want to know about you: Top Ten Arthropods (and/or favorite cloud formation/s) Yes that is more than one thing

Heck yeah, hey dude! =D

Thank you so much for the compliments!!

Oh my gosh you’re right that bat is adorable, looks like a Jim Henson creature in the best way

Top Ten Arthropods:

Jumping Spider (like tiny cats I love them sm)

Ladybug

Roly-Poly

Isopods, all of them

Brine Shrimp

Luna Moth

Scarab Beetle

Cockroach

Spider Crab

American Giant Millipede

BONUS: All Of Them

Favorite cloud formation: Cumulonimbus

Thanks much for the ask!!

[helianthus-tarot]

Hellohello. So, I did your 'FS: What will you two notice about each other physically' PAC a bit back (got bee & scarab beetle), and I was scrolling through this jewelry site today and wtf - I saw those exact 2 designs on signet rings listed next to each other?? And they were the only 2 critter related designs they had too? What are the odds? I know those particular designs aren't exactly uncommon, but dunno, still kinda reeling. Anyway! Just wanted to share.

Also! I love your readings hehe. They resonate really well, and there's something about your words that flows really nicely and clearly. So grateful for you sharing your time and energy with us, Julian 🌻❤

Bruhh synchronicity?? That's interesting and weird but cool. Maybe you can search up the meanings.

Thank you sm!! You melt my cold ass heart 🥺💕 I hope you are having a great day 🌷🌿✨

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Finding Free Kindle Books That Rock

There are so many free books on Amazon! And I’m hoping I can help you find your next great read from one of these frugal finds.

When I stumbled upon Introductions (The Ghost Bird #1) by C.L. Stone free for Kindle, the plot sounded so interesting. Set in this world of the The Academy, Sang Sorenson meets this amazing group of Academy guys that help her see she is worth so much more than how her family is making her feel with their abuses. Gorgeous wonderful guys and this really strong caring girl who seems to weave into their group so seamlessly as they try to solve the problems at their high school. It completely sucked me in!

Here I am, after reading all 12 Ghost Bird books and all of her second Academy series, Scarab Beetle series (the first book is also free) as well, I can't help but BEG for more from the author on Twitter. But it makes me realize what awesome nuggets of story telling these free Kindle finds can lead me to.

So here I have listed the Top 15 Free Kindle Books that I have found on Amazon that sound like they will lead to some more amazing series! Give them a shot along with me!

1) Awaken by Skye Malone

"Running away from home was never Chloe Kowalski's plan. Neither was ending up the target of killers, or having her body change in unusual ways. She only wanted a vacation, someplace far from her crazy parents and their irrational fear of water. She only wanted to do something normal for once, and maybe get to know her best friend's hot stepbrother a bit better at the same time.

But the first day she goes out on the ocean, strange things start to happen. Dangerous things that should be impossible. Things to which 'normal' doesn't even begin to apply.

Now madmen are hunting her. A mysterious guy with glowing blue eyes is following her. And her best friend's stepbrother seems to be hiding secrets all his own.

It was supposed to be a vacation. It's turning out to be a whole lot more."

2) The Mind Reader by Lori Brighton

"Cameron Winters is a freak. Fortunately, no one but her family knows the truth... that Cameron can read minds. For years Cameron has hidden behind a facade of normalcy, warned that there are those who would do her harm. When gorgeous and mysterious Lewis Douglas arrives he destroys everything Cameron has ever believed and tempts her with possibilities of freedom. Determined to embrace her hidden talents, Cameron heads to a secret haven with Lewis; a place where she meets others like her, Mind Readers.

But as Cameron soon finds out some things are too good to be true. When the Mind Readers realize the extent of Cameron’s abilities, they want to use her powers for their own needs. Cameron suddenly finds herself involved in a war in which her idea of what is right and wrong is greatly tested. In the end she’ll be forced to make a choice that will not only threaten her relationship with Lewis, but her very life."

3) The Fallen Star by Jessica Sorensen

"For eighteen year-old Gemma, life has never been normal. Up until recently, she has been incapable of feeling emotion. And when she's around Alex, the gorgeous new guy at school, she can feel electricity that makes her skin buzz. Not to mention the monsters that haunt her nightmares have crossed over into real-life. But with Alex seeming to hate her and secrets popping up everywhere, Gemma's life is turning into a chaotic mess. Things that shouldn't be real suddenly seem to exist. And as her world falls apart, figuring out the secrets of her past becomes a matter of life and death."

4) Bound, An Arelia LaRue Novel #1: by Kira Saito

"Sixteen year old Arelia LaRue lives in New Orleans where the music is loud, voodoo queens inhabit every street corner, and the ghosts are alive and well. Despite her surroundings, all she wants is to help her Grand-mere Bea pay the rent and save up for college.When her best friend Sabrina convinces her to take a well-paying summer job at the infamous Darkwood plantation, owned by the wealthy LaPlante family, Arelia agrees.However, at Darkwood nothing is what is seems. Arelia enters a world full of tricky spirits, strange characters and forbidden love.In the intoxicating world of New Orleans Hoodoo/Voodoo expect the unexpected! Come along for the ride..."

5) Starfire Angels by Melanie Nilles

"They've been coming here for thousands of years, using Earth as a sanctuary to escape threats from their own kind. Mankind knows them as angels, and one of them left a child upon her death to be raised as a human.

Raea is now a high school senior, and her life as a human is about to end. The crystal shard she bears is not a pretty pendant; it's a collective of powerful entities who chose her as their Keeper, a protector of one of the four shards that power a machine capable of destroying whole worlds. Those who desire the Starfire's power have sent an agent to find her, but she's too busy evading a nosy reporter ready to exploit her secret and dating a hot new foreign student to notice. Nevermind learning what she really is.

Only one person on Earth can help her, the last person she ever expected. But he's not from Earth. Life as a human would be so much easier."

6) Deep Blue Secret (The Water Keepers Book 1) by Christie Anderson

"California teen, Sadie James, thinks her life couldn't get any better. She has great friends, an energetic mother she adores, and the beach practically in her own backyard. But her carefree life is turned upside down when she's rescued by a mysterious and strangely familiar boy who won't even tell her his name.

Each time the boy appears, Sadie's unexplainable attraction to him deepens along with her need to unravel his secrets. The boy is there to protect her. But as wonderful and exciting as it might be to have an irresistible boy with crystal green eyes protecting her every move, every minute of the day . . . why does Sadie need one?

As Sadie finds answers, she realizes her life isn't as perfect as she thought. Not only is she caught in a world of dangerous secret agents she never knew existed, but it turns out her true identity may be the greatest secret of all."

7) The Deepest Cut (The MacKinnon Curse Book 1) by J.A. Templeton

"Sixteen-year-old Riley Williams has been able to see ghosts since the car crash that took her mother’s life and shattered her family. Guilt-ridden over the belief that she’s somehow responsible for her mom’s death, Riley is desperate to see her mother’s elusive spirit to gain her forgiveness.

When her father moves the family to Scotland so they can all start over, Riley believes her life couldn’t get worse––that is until the ghost of nineteen-year-old Ian MacKinnon catches her purposely cutting herself. An uneasy truce quickly turns into friendship, and soon Riley’s falling hard for Ian.

Riley believes her gift could help Ian end the curse that has kept him tied to the land for centuries, but that would mean letting him go forever and she’s not sure she is strong enough to do that. As if her life wasn’t complicated enough, the spirit of the woman who killed Ian returns and she’ll stop at nothing to keep Riley from helping Ian find eternal peace."

8) Initiate - The Unfinished Song Book 1 by Tara Maya

"The initiation ceremony is the gateway to ultimate power...or death. A DETERMINED GIRL Dindi can't do anything right, maybe because she spends more time dancing with pixies than doing her chores. Her clan hopes to marry her off and settle her down, but she dreams of becoming a Tavaedi, one of the powerful warrior-dancers whose secret magics are revealed only to those who pass a mysterious Test during the Initiation ceremony. The problem? No-one in Dindi's clan has ever passed the Test. Her grandmother died trying. But Dindi has a plan... AN EXILED WARRIOR Kavio is the most powerful warrior-dancer in Faearth, but when he is exiled from the tribehold for a crime he didn't commit, he decides to shed his old life. If roving cannibals and hexers don't kill him first, this is his chance to escape the shadow of his father's wars and his mother's curse. But when he rescues a young Initiate girl, he finds himself drawn into as deadly a plot as any he left behind. He must decide whether to walk away or fight for her... assuming she would even accept the help of an exile."

9) Rippler (Ripple Series Book 1) by Cidney Swanson

"Discovering she can turn invisible terrifies Samantha, especially when she learns a geneticist who murdered her mom wants her too. Handsome Will Baker offers help and secrecy, but soon Sam will have to choose between keeping her secrets and keeping Will in her life. Suspenseful and romantic, Rippler and its sequels capture the collision of the beautiful with the dark. Discovering she can turn invisible terrifies Samantha, especially when she learns a geneticist who murdered her mom wants her too. Handsome Will Baker offers help and secrecy, but soon Sam will have to choose between keeping her secrets and keeping Will in her life. Suspenseful and romantic, Rippler and its sequels capture the collision of the beautiful with the dark."

10) Sora's Quest (The Cat's Eye Chronicles Book 1) by T. L. Shreffler

"A noblewoman, an assassin, and a soul-stealing necklace....

Sora planned on running away from her wedding, but she never expected to be kidnapped! Dumped into a world of magical races, arcane jewelry and forgotten lore, she finds herself at the mercy of a dangerous assassin, haunted by an even darker past. She yearns for freedom, but he won’t let her go—not when her Cat’s Eye necklace is the only thing that can save his life.

But the necklace itself presents a problem. It is an ancient device from the long forgotten War of the Races, and its magic has the ability to steal souls. Can Sora learn to wield its power—or will the power wield her?"

11) Six Moon Summer by SM Reine

"Rylie's been bitten.

She's changing.

And now she has three months to find a cure before becoming a werewolf... forever.

Rylie Gresham hates everything about summer camp: the food, the fresh air, the dumb activities, and the other girls in her cabin. But the worst part is probably being bitten by a werewolf. Being a teenager is hard enough, but now she's craving raw flesh and struggles with uncontrollable anger. If she doesn't figure out a way to stop the transformation, then at the end of summer, her life is worse than over. She'll be a monster."

12) Into the Shadows by Karly Kirkpatrick

"Paivi Anderson has it all - friends, a spot on the varsity basketball team, wonderful parents, and quite possibly, her first boyfriend. It was everything a freshman in high school could ask for. Her perfect life begins to crumble when she discovers her name on a list distributed by a power-hungry presidential candidate. How could anyone think of Paivi as an Enemy of the State? Could it be because of her special powers? No one was supposed to know about them, but the mysterious messages in her tater tots say otherwise. In INTO THE SHADOWS, Paivi quickly learns who her friends are and is forced into a reality she didn’t see coming."

13) Fire in Frost by Alicia Rades

"CRYSTAL FROST tells herself she isn't crazy, but sane people don't see ghosts. As her psychic abilities manifest, Crystal discovers she can see into the future, witness the past, and speak with the dead. Add blackmail to the list of things she never thought would happen to her, and you basically have her sophomore year covered. After spotting her first ghost, secrets from her family, friends, and classmates begin to surface. Uncovering secrets can be dangerous, but giving up means someone will get hurt. Again."

14) The Ghost Files by Apryl Baker

"Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check

For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She’s been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too.

Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. That is until she see’s the ghost of her foster sister… Sally.

Everyone thinks Sally’s just another runaway, but Mattie knows the truth—she’s dead. Murdered. Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can’t do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young policeman, Officer Dan, and together they set out to discover the real truth behind Sally’s disappearance.

Only to find out she’s dealing with a much bigger problem, a serial killer, and she may be the next victim…

Will Mattie be able to find out the truth before the killer finds her?"

15) A Job From Hell (Ancient Legends #1) by Jayde Scott

"The moment Amber starts her summer job in Scotland and sets eyes upon Aidan, her fate is sealed. Summoned by an ancient bond, she can never love another. Lost in the woods one night Amber enters Aidan's deadly world when she unknowingly participates in a paranormal race and promptly wins the first prize...a prize worth killing for.

In a world of forbidden love, ancient enemies, legends and rituals, nothing is as it seems and no one can be trusted. Life will never be the same again, unless she enters the Otherworld. But to do so, Amber must die..."

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baby scarab || 65

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? kinda angst at the end, many mentions of throwing up, underage drinking, more drunk teen stuff, let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

"alright let's go over this again- what time are you supposed to be home?"

"11 at the latest"

"and how will you get home?"

"you pick me up or khonshu walks me home"

"and what do you do if you get uncomfortable?"

"tell evie then call you"

"that's right" marc says and you sigh, feeling your leg bounce up and down due to the nerves.

your first highschool party. technically.

evie went to your school, but you didn't see each other at all. except when she would occasionally walk home.

marc parks the car at the side of the road, and you look over to evies house which was booming with music and colored lights.

and that was when she came out.

she was in a sparkly red dress that only reached to the middle of her thighs, and she had sparkling jewelry in every possible place she could.

you opened the door to step out of the car when you looked down at your own clothing- which consisted of plain black shorts, a white t shirt and jakes leather jacket.

"awwww! you look so cute!" evie compliments and you look down to the sidewalk shyly.

"hey" marc calls out behind you so you turn around. "don't do anything stupid, okay?"

you smile at him. "i won't. i love you guys" you say before shutting the door and walking to evie.

"that guy is familiar.. is he that cabbie that yells at people and causes scenes all the time?" she asks, leading you to the door.

"yeah... that's my dad"

"oh okay- wait- that's your dad?!"

"yeah-"

she interrupts you by laughing. "i've heard him yell the funniest things at people-" she keeps laughing as she opens the door.

you laugh along with her until you see the amount of people inside the house.

evie senses your nerves and turns to you. "if you get overwhelmed just tell me and i can hang out with you in my room if you want" she offers and it makes you feel better about going.

"thank you"

"now- for drinks we have apple juice, water, some sprite, and i think someone brought a bunch of alcohol but i don't drink-" she leads you to the kitchen.

"apple juice?" you ask almost excitedly and evie nods.

"well i can get you some and you can go hang out if you want, get to know people?" she suggests and you nod, walking to the huge living room where there's maybe 15 people dancing about on the floor, and you choose to go stand in the corner of the room and watch everyone as they have fun.

that was when someone came up to you.

"heyyyyy! i haven't seen you before! what's your name?!" a boy looking around your age starts, leaning against the wall next to you.

"i'm.. im y/n"

"ohhhhh! evies friend! i've heard so much about you!!" he slurs out taking a huge gulp of whatever liquid was in his red solo cup.

"uhh.. yeah. i'm evies friend-"

"well i'm bradley it's wonderful to meet you- you're so pretty!" he brings a hand up to brush down the bridge of your nose, making you lean away a bit.

"oh- i'm sorry force of habit" he pulls his hand away and puts it in his pocket.

"my ex used to let me admire her" he looks down at the ground and you watch in shock at the boy's dramatic expression.

"but she cheated on me!" he tears up, leaning to you again and hugging you, spilling all of his drink on the floor.

you just stand there and awkwardly pat his back.

"she- she cheated on me with my brother!" he sobs violently into your shoulder and squeezes his arms tighter around your waist.

evie comes back with your apple juice and looks shocked at the position you're in.

"what happened?" she whispers as she comes up next to you.

"this is my new friend bradley. i think he's wasted or something" you shrug and evie chuckles before rubbing his back, making him let go of you to wipe his tears, by dropping his empty cup on the floor.

he adjusts his beanie you didn't know he had on, which conveniently has embroidered writing on it saying 'sad boi' with a frowny face next to it.

he takes your hand in his and kisses it. "i'm sorry- you're just so pretty- are you single? would you ever cheat on me-?" he asks while still slurring his words together.

evie starts leading him away from you. "she's happily married, now let's go" she starts. "i'm just taking him up to the guest room really quick- i'll be right back" she hands you your cup of juice and you nod.

you look down at the wet spot on the floor from when bradley spilled his drink and cringe, moving to another corner of the room.

trouble just always seems to come your way and another boy approaches you.

"what's that you're drinking?" he asks nodding his head at you.

you just stare at him for a moment. "apple juice"

he lets out a single laugh. "yeah? and what else?" he asks completely serious.

you just stare at him again. "it's just apple juice-"

"awww, you got invited to a party and you're not even gonna drink? just a little bit?" he talks to you in a tone a mother would her child.

"no."

"come on, just take a sip" he holds his cup out to you and you look inside it, just seeing clear liquid. you could smell it from there and you lean your head away from it.

he chuckles again. "this your first time? come on, just a little"

"no thank you-"

"what are you? chicken?" he scoffs with a smile.

"what? no!" you get defensive, standing up straight.

"yes you are! just take a sip you pussy!" he shouts, making a couple people turn around to watch the exchange.

you notice the cup was about half full of probably many different kinds of alcohol, so you yank it from his hand and chug the whole thing in one breath.

you throw the cup down while the small crowd watching you cheers in delight.

you feel a sudden urge of confidence as a girl comes up to you while her friend pours both vodka and tequila in a red cup at the same time until it was almost all the way full.

you look to the boy from before and he nods. "come on my new friend! don't pussy out!" he jokes and you take the cup, again chugging the whole thing without taking a breath.

the crowd goes wild as you wipe the excess liquid from your mouth and you start coughing due to the sting of the burning sensation in your throat.

you throw the cup down again. "another!" you yell, causing the boy next to you to pour the tequila into your apple juice.

you take a breath before chugging that as well, then crushing the cup in your hand after feeling your stomach gurgle.

you put a hand to your stomach and breath slowly, feeling something reach your head.

now everything felt.. fuzzy. like when you try on your friends glasses and see how blind they truly are.

or taking your own glasses off and not being able to see shit.

you stumble back into the wall behind you and the boy wraps an arm around your shoulder and shoves another drink in your hand.

"drink up, you're the life of the party now!" he shouts, earning cheering from everyone again, who's attentions were all on you.

you slowly bring the cup to your lips when evie takes it from you, and you get surprised at the fact that she appeared out of no where.

"what are you doing?" she asks and then turns to the boy that still had an arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"did you pressure her into doing this?" she asks him angrily and he moves closer to you.

"nah, she just isn't a pussy" he looks over to you and turns your head towards him with his thumb and forefinger on your chin.

before you could register what was happening his lips were on yours and when you realized it you pushed him away and tripped him so that he was on the ground below you.

you bent down and grabbed a handful of his shirt and got in his face. "what the fuck is wrong with you?! you can't just kiss someone like that- i have a boyfriend!" you slam him back down and walk away, evie following you.

you find yourself in her kitchen, which was void of people, sitting at the island on a barstool.

"you okay?" she rubs your arm. "i'm so sorry about him- he's always like that"

"why are you friends with him?" you counter and she sighs, sitting on the stool next to you.

"he acts all goody goody in front of my parents and blackmails me into inviting him to parties" she says and you look to her.

"that.. that's not right.." you shake your head and she smiles at you.

"it's okay. he's just annoying" she scoffs and you let out a laugh.

"yeah like who just kisses someone like that- i don't even know his name!" you laugh again. "oh my god casper is going to be so mad at me. "you mumble, putting your head in your hands.

evie rubs your back. "he's not, he'll understand" she starts. "do you want to come dance with me?"

~~~

a couple hours later- about 10:30- you were guzzling down all the drinks people were shoving in your face.

they were all cheering you on for not passing out considering you've probably drank the equivalent of a whole bottle of vodka of all the types of alcohol in the house.

you were just about to drink some more when evie approached you again.

"heyyyy y/n- how about we take a break-"

"but evie! i'm not a pussy!" you retort and she takes your wrist and drags you from the crowd.

"hey- why'd you do that..?" you manage to slur out.

"i think it's time for you to go home- but! i had fun! and you had fun and i'll invite you over again but i think it's passed your bedtime"

"i ain't got a bedtime-"

"yes you do, now are you okay to walk home?"

"yeah i got someone"

"...okay.. well i'll see you later okay?" she leads you to the door and you adjust your jacket.

"y-yeah" you stutter, then hiccup.

evie softly smiles at you before closing the door and khonshu appears behind you.

"you are not well" he says and you turn around slowly, and stumble down the stairs from evie's house.

"i'm fine- m' jus' tired all of a sudden" you close your eyes for a second and when you open them you're right in front of the door to the apartment.

"what.."

"i am a god. don't be stupid" khonshu says, walking through the wall into the apartment, and you try to do the same only to end up hitting your head on the door.

"fuck!" you shout, trying to get the key out of your pocket to unlock the door.

let's just say when you get inside, marc is giving you a really weird look as you try to lock the door again.

"did you have fun..?" he asks, getting up off the couch to approach you and you struggle to get your shoes off.

"yeahhh" you say, almost tripping off your shoes to go and hug marc, leaning all your weight against him.

he was surprised until he smelt a familiar aroma. he takes your face in his hands and sees how bloodshot they are.

"have you been drinking?" he asks and you nod.

"i had some apple juice" you start laughing.

marc looks down at you in shock. "you- you reek of alcohol" he tells you and you look back up at him.

"well b'cause i'm not a pussy" you explain and he sighs.

"dude she is drunk" jake points out.

"i think you mean wasted" steven corrects.

"hey i can hear you!" you yell at the mirror, seeing steven put his hands up in surrender.

"and i'm not drunk!"

"oh yeah? tell the time" marc argues.

you slowly turn to the digital clock on the oven. "i am not drunk!" you say to the clock and marc sighs tiredly.

marc takes both your shoulders and guides you to your room. "you stay here, i doubt you've eaten anything lately" he makes you sit down on your bed to go get pop tarts from the kitchen.

you sit and begin to not feel well, like as if you swallowed acid.

marc comes back and see you visibly turning pale- and rushes you to the bathroom.

right as you get there you empty your guts into the toilet- and it burns even worse coming back up than it did going down.

you threw up for almost a whole minute and once you were done you were a sobbing mess.

marc carefully wiped the puke from your bottom lip with a wet towel, and used a different one to place against your forehead.

"take it easy-"

"dad! i'm sorry! i- i was being called a pussy for not drinking an' i don't like being made fun of anymore for i drank a little bit!" you cry, and marc just picks you up and carries you to your bed, setting you down and adjusting the cold cloth on your forehead.

"it's okay, kid. we'll talk in the morning okay? we love you" he says, gesturing to the pop tarts and glass of water. "please drink some water, okay"

"goodnight darling"

"buenas noches, dulce niña"

~~~

you woke up twice in the middle of the night to throw up.

and both times your dads were there to calm you down and make you drink water so you didn't get a headache.

they brought you pedro and luna who cuddled with you, knowing somehow that you were sick and needed a pick me up.

and it was the dreaded morning now, where you woke up with a pounding, ear splitting headache.

you groan and squeeze your eyes shut, running your hand down your face only to open your eyes and see steven sitting at your windowsill reading a book.

"what.. what are you doing..?" you grumble, trying to adjust to the light.

steven closes his book and sets it down beside him. "care to tell us why you came home drunk?" he asks.

"i don't know.." you say quietly, still feeling some effects of the alcohol. "i just.. it happened so fast" you sit up and sway a bit where you sit.

steven looks at you expectingly and you look away from him. "look- i didn't know there were drinks there-"

"so why did you do it?" marc asks, deciding to front. "do you know what underage drinking can do to you? you could've been poisoned" he starts and you scoff.

"poisoned by a bunch of seniors?"

"don't get smart with me right now. we can't keep fighting y/n" he ends quietly.

"it's been months since our last argument, but i can't let this slide" he says, making you look over to him sadly. "please explain yourself. and don't lie, please"

you look over to marc before starting. "this guy.. he kept calling me a pussy so i only drank a little bit.. at first" you add at the end.

"and everyone started cheering- so i took that as a good thing- so i started chugging cups of.."

"cups of what?" jake asks from your mirror.

you shrug nervously and marc shakes his head.

"that's extremely dangerous, y/n. you're lucky there wasn't anything too toxic in it- you could've gotten very sick!" he shouts and you nod.

"i really regret it.... i really shouldn't have done it. i feel like shit right now" you tell them honestly and marc nods.

"we need you to promise anything like this won't happen again" marc says and you nod.

"i promise dad- i mean it" you look into his eyes as you promise.

he nods and helps you up off your bed to bring you into a hug. you hug marc back until you feel your stomach acting up again.

jake sensed something was wrong and fronted to rush you to the bathroom.

once you got there you knelt in front of the toilet and spilled your guts again.

jake watched in pity as you finished, flushed the toilet and sat back against the bathtub on the floor.

you looked up at jake. "i'm sorry papa.." you whispered, looking down at the floor after.

"just.. clean up the kitchen and scoop the litter box. that's all for now" he tells you, so you smile and stand up, hugging him before he gently pushes you back.

"brush your teeth first, puke breath"

"fuck you, papa"

~~~

and of course, all three of your dads were thinking about all the activities from last night even after the first time you were forced to go to bed.

the first time you woke up, it was to call casper. to tell him you were drunk and that somebody kissed you and you felt super bad- and you needed to make sure he still loved you.

he said yes even though you were crying so hard you were drooling all over yourself.

and then you got forced to go back to sleep.

and then when you woke up the second time, it was because you were hungry- no, starving.

you ate two packages of pop tarts and some black olives. you almost ate the raspberries before marc hurried in because he heard noise, and helped you as you threw up again.

you slept soundly throughout the rest of the night, and now back to the present.

you ate some plain toast on the couch next to steven and the cats, who were cuddling on the armrest to your right.

"you feeling any better?" steven asks and you nod.

"thank you" you start. "definitely never doing that shit again- i hate throwing up" you shiver at the thought.

"glad you learned your lesson" steven says, and you lean your head against his shoulder as you start to fall asleep again.

steven smiles down at you, turning the tv off so he could get some sleep as well.

a nice sleepy morning for all of you, without anything to worry about at the moment.

except the fact you got wasted the night before and threw up a bunch.

but you'll be okay.

you'll all be okay.

~~~

A/N : love you guys, and i know exactly how many chapters are left >:)

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baby scarab || 66

anon - Hi!! I have a request for the baby scarab series, can we meet Jean-Paul Duchamp? Also know as frenchie, he was a French mercenary along side Marc in the comics,I was thinking what they could be kind of an uncle? Pls don’t feel pressured to write it tho <33

~~~ @0scars1saac - Do we still acknowledge our taweret and ugly khonshu plushies?

~~~

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? hella angsty, the kids fight, idk i already forgot everything else, let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

it was already months later, almost the last day of school and you are doing great.

you have almost all b’s, gone on more dates with casper, and you and your dads go mini golfing every weekend now since jake knows a guy.

you would lose every time though, and marc would laugh in your face when you fall to the ground while fake crying.

you would grab onto his leg and beg for a rematch but he would just say no.

and this all occurs in public with people recording you by the way. but then one of your dads yells at them to delete it while you’re still laying on the dirty ground while fake crying.

steven would then take you for ice cream so you were all better after all the madness that’s always bound to happen.

but right now.. its less fun.

you were stuck at the kitchen table with steven on a saturday studying for a big test coming up, and it’s worth 50% of your grade.

you hand your head in your hand while steven rambled about amino acids or some shit.

“…so they can build up your muscles even though you personally wouldn’t need any- are you listening to me?” he snaps his fingers in your face, making you flinch and glare at him.

“sorry- i- i just keep zoning out..” you start. “i can’t focus knowing my whole grade depends on this test” you run your hands down your face in frustration.

steven sighs, taking his glasses off. “how about we keep going for five more minutes.. and then we can take a break” he offers and you nod.

“so what did i just say?” he asks and you groan. 

“i don’t know, i wasn’t listening” you admit and he chuckles.

“i said that amino acids can build muscle, now write it down” he forces a pencil into your hand and shoves your notebook towards you.

you grumpily write it with all your other notes as steven puts his glasses back on.

you smile when you look over to him, seeing that he never bothered to take the hello kitty stickers off of them.

steven notices and smiles back. “break time, yeah?” he asks and you nod.

“i’m so sick of school” you groan, getting out of your chair and going into your room before coming back out with both the taweret plushie and the khonshu plushie.

steven sighs. “i know you’re sick of it, but you graduate in literally a week and a half” he starts. “you’re being too dramatic-“

“dramatic…?” you blink at him.

steven gets out of his chair to face you, with both plushies in your arms.

“you think i’m dramatic?” you put a hand to your heart, dropping the plushies to the ground and falling to your knees.

steven just stares down at you.

“how could you even say that?! you’re such a penis!” you yell at him, before breaking character and laughing.

steven raises an eyebrow before sighing tiredly. “very funny, now get up off the floor and you can go play on your phone for a bit” he says which makes you rush to the kitchen to grab it off the charger.

“gods, she’s making my hair turn grey-“ 

“don’t jinx it, looking like i’m thirty is what gets me tips from the ladies” jake interrupts as marc scoffs.

“yeah right, like you get ladies-“ marc laughs, and you listen to them bicker while you text casper.

you : come over rn

casper <3 : i can’t im at work :(

you : then quit 

casper <3 : bitch i need money i’ll come over tomorrow 

you : don’t call me a bitch unless you want your ass beat

casper <3 : oh no i’m so scared 

you : ok smart ass i’ll see you tomorrow 

casper <3 : okay i love you :)

you : i love you too stupid :)

you smile down at your phone as your three dads continue to argue as steven makes tea.

you begin scrolling through tiktok, when you see a vegan recipe come up. it was a cake recipe, so your put it in your favorites to make later. 

possibly in the middle of the night.

you stand up to approach steven to help with the tea when there’s a knock at the door, shocking all of you.

you raise an eyebrow and look to marc, who had fronted out of habit.

“i can get it” you mumble, going to open the door before marc pulls you away.

he puts a finger to his mouth into a signal to stay quiet. “go to your room, close the door, and do not come out until one of us gets you” he tells you quietly and you send him a worried look and nod shakily before doing so, closing your door and sitting against it, listening.

you shift so that your ear was against the door, and you make sure the cats were still sleeping on your bed.

you feel a nervous pit form in your stomach as you here parts of a tense conversation between marc and whoever was at the door. 

“is it really so bad that i come say hi?”

“yes, now get out of my house-“

“wait, those ain’t your stuffed animals are they? didn’t know you still had those” the mystery voice chuckles.

you could tell the voice was from a man, but you had no idea who.

“this is a bad time- now get out-“

“hang on a second.. i know it’s a bad time but it’s been a while”

you keep listening when pedro and luna decide to start bothering you, woken up from their nap.

“shit-“ you whisper, trying to get them to stop meowing at you.

“shhh- shut up-!” you whisper shout at them when you hear footsteps coming to the door.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck-“ you say a bit louder, holding both of the cats in your arms.

“i knew i heard a voice, now who’s in there?” the man asks and you can tell marc is anxious, but can’t do anything to remove the guy.

“nobody, just leave it alone. can we talk somewhere else-“

“now wait just a minute, we’ve known each other for years and you won’t tell me who’s in there? are they that embarrassing?” he jokes and you roll your eyes, setting the cats on the bed.

“no- she’s not embarrassing just- i didn’t want you to freak her out, you know how you get-“

marc is cut of by the man opening the door, making you look over in shock.

he was wearing dirty old boots and black jeans with a plain dark brown sweatshirt.

he makes eye contact with you and smiles, looking back at marc.

“is she yours? is she- is she your kid?” he asks excitedly and approaches you.

marc tries to stop him but the man reaches forward to hug you tightly before anyone could say anything.

you tense and stand still, looking at marc over the man’s shoulder.

“get off of her, frenchie” marc glares at him, so he lets go of the hug to just look at you.

“she don’t look like you” he says and you clear your throat.

“she’s adopted. now get out of her room” marc keeps a glare pointed at the man he called frenchie.

he waves his hand in marc’s face. “is she laylas?”

“no. get out-“ “why would you ask that after he just said i’m adopted?” you and marc say at the same time.

frenchie just tilts his head at you with a shrug. “just wonderin’”

you blink at the man. “so what’s your name then, little spector?”

“leave her alone dude-“

“marc- dad it’s fine” you sigh. “it’s y/n” you mumble and he gasps lightly.

“that’s a beautiful name-“

“okay that’s enough” marc drags the man out of your room by the collar of his sweatshirt.

“but marc i’m just tryna get to know her, she’s your kid for pete’s sake!” he exclaims in the kitchen as you peak out of your room to watch them.

“yeah dad, be nicer to your friend” you step out to join them in the kitchen.

“yeah marc, be nice to me. after all we’ve been through” he says dramatically.

you like this guy. he’s a lot like you.

“how do you even know each other?” you ask and they both go quiet, and marc gives you a shrug with pursed lips.

“..so you met when you were a mercenary?” you ask even though you already know the answer.

frenchie blinks a few times. “do you just tell her everything?” he sighs. “man she must be a good kid if you trust her with that information” he tells marc and he feels a sense of pride in his chest.

“well yeah, she’s my kid-“

“yeah i can tell” he starts. “i can see the resemblance. not physically but i can sense it” he tells both of you.

“kinda like that spider thing i saw on facebook- it’s like i just know things” he explains while you and marc make eye contact.

“okay well you’ve said hi so now you can go-“

“oh no, i have to stay here. lay low you know?” frenchie says and marc’s eyes widen, sputtering over his words. 

“you can’t stay here! it’s- it’s a school night and-“

“and what? if it were you i’d let you stay” frenchie retorts.

you look over at marc and shrug while he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb.

“fine. you’re sleeping on the couch and you’re not going to be bothering my daughter” marc says sternly and frenchie crosses his heart with his fingers.

“another time perhaps-“ “no”

“come on, partner!” frenchie throws an arm around marc as he tenses up a tad. “i can be her cool uncle frenchie!”

“no”

you just pray for marc and retreat to your room where both your cats are laying on your pillow.

you sigh and stare at them, not wanting to move them and risk waking them up.

so you sigh and decide to just go to your dads room, laying in his bed with your plushies, waiting for him to join you since the weather is starting to get colder.

you eventually fell asleep and marc just stifled a laugh when he saw you taking up all the space in his bed.

he finally got frenchie to sleep on the couch so he was exhausted. 

he gently moved you so he could get on the bed to get a good nights sleep, not knowing he’s going to be totally pissed of in the morning.

~~~

you wake up to your alarm, and the smell of… bacon?

you open your eyes and see that marc was still fast asleep, which made you panic for a second before remembering marc’s ‘friend’, frenchie was still here.

after getting out of bed and sneaking off to your room to get dressed, you head out to the kitchen to see marc still half-asleep and glaring at frenchie as he cooks bacon and some for of omelettes.

you blink a few times before going to the bathroom to brush your teeth and take your medicine, texting casper your regular ‘good morning baby girl’ message and going back out into the kitchen.

it’s a little weird when he didn’t answer right away like he usually does, but maybe he was busy at the moment.

you walk into the kitchen and sat next to marc at the table, nudging his side with your elbow.

he looks to you with a raised brow. “what’s wrong?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“the fucker is using my stuff. without asking” he says grumpily and you sigh.

“come on dad, he’s your friend right?”

“jakes friend-“

“he said he’d do the same for you-“

“he doesn’t have a kid at home” marc argues and that’s when frenchie approaches, putting three plates down.

“actually, i do” he says, shocking marc. “wife and two kids, one on the way”

“i didn’t mean it like that-“

“i know” frenchie smiles at marc and sits down, digging into his food, and you do the same.

“wow, this is great” you mumble and frenchie laughs.

“glad you think so” he smiles at you. that was when you finally got a text back, which just read ‘morning.’ 

with a period on the end. uh oh.

you furrowed your brows and left it alone, hoping to talk to him a school like a normal person.

~~~

marc sent you on your way after breakfast, and frenchie ended up giving you a hug even though marc was screaming at him to leave you alone.

you just laughed it off and left.

you meet casper in your usual spot and notice he’s more tense than usual.

“hey.. you okay..?” you approach carefully, not to set him off.

he just nods and starts walking in the direction of the school, making you jog to catch up to him.

“are you sure? you can talk to me, you know..” you offer and he just sighs before his eyes dart to you, red around the rims.

“he hit her” he mumbles and you both stop walking.

“…wh-what..?” you start. “who are you talking about-“

“my dad, y/n. he hit my mother” he tells you tensely and you move closer to him.

“you don’t have to explain anything.. but i really think you should tell someone- they can help you” you offer.

“no. my mom still can’t find a job snd allison is scared out of her mind- she- she saw it y/n, she saw him hit her!” he exclaims and you nod, taking his hands in yours and moving to the side of the walkway.

“casper, we know somebody who could help you, we can give you all a home where your dad won’t be with you- and you won’t even have to worry about paying-“

“we can’t- why cant you just understand?!” he begins, startling you with his shouting. “all he has to do is say the word and it would ruin our lives! he has too much power over her! my mother is scared- too scared to even leave the house!”

“casper please calm down, we can help you guys-“

he laughs bitterly. “no- you- you can’t help us, for once you just.. can’t” he scoffs and starts walking towards the school again. 

“wait- just let me explain how we can-“

“no. i am done talking to you. just- give me some space, alright?”

“why don’t you ease up a bit?”

“ease up..?” he stops to turn around to face you. “you have no idea how i feel right now-“

“oh my god- you know every single little detail about me, and you’re seriously telling me that i don’t know how you feel?!” you shout back.

he scoffs again. “no. because before a year ago you didn’t even have parents” he says, and the look on his face makes it seem like he regretted saying that completely.

you stand still and tears gather in your eyes. “..you’re fucking joking right now..” you say more to yourself than to him.

“y/n i’m sorry- i just-“

“no i know.. it.. you’re just stressed. i get it” you let out a sad laugh. “you just said what you had to so that you could feel better about yourself”

“i’m serious! i didn’t mean it!” he approaches you but you take a step back.

“i hope you’re fucking happy with yourself right now” you send a slight glare to casper as you pass him, speed walking to school.

it was going to be a long day.

and khonshu..

he saw all of it.

~~~

you got home that night in a terrible mood.

you walked back all by yourself because you were still angry at casper, and you knew that your dads would be asking what was wrong until you told them.

you arrive in the elevator and sniff as you press your floors buttons, trying your hardest not to cry.

immediately after opening your door you burst out in tears, jake coming to you while you hug him.

“mi vida- what happened?! are you okay?!” he asks in a rush, snaking his hands around your waist to hug you back.

“w-we got in a fight-!” you sob.

“okay.. okay its- it’s okay” he assures you, looking to marc who was glaring out the window from the mirror.

“i- i know he didn’t m-mean it but-“ 

“hey, cariño” jake starts, leaning back to wipe your tears from your face gently. “what happened? can you tell us..?” he asks and you nod, taking a few deep breaths.

“he- his dad hit grace, and i told him we could- we could help but he got mad saying he doesn’t n-need help and he said something about me not having parents until you guys a-and i haven’t talked to him since” you rush out before breaking into sobs again.

jake let’s go of you to get you a box of tissues while you sit down on the couch.

you cry into a tissue as jake stares at marc in the mirror on the coffee table.

“i think we need to have a talk with the harts..”

jake nods. 

“again”

~~~ A/N - im so so sorry that i haven’t posted in a while i’m just going through mega writers block and i’m actually getting my tonsils out in a month so i’ll have more writing time lol. i miss all of you so much, and i hope to see you all soon. :) with much love, v.

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baby scarab || 63

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, mention of doctors, needles, mention of child abuse, mentions of scars, KINDA SHORT?, let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

marc was next to disappear, making jake be the only one in control.

and without khonshu he didn't have much.

his daughter was just taken away from him by the police because they thought that she was being abused.

so he did what any sane person would do, and wait.

he knew khonshu was out there and as soon as you were in a secured location he would let jake know.

meanwhile, while he dealt with his emotions, you were just waking up a few hours later.

it was almost noon that day when you peeled your eyes open to see that you were in a grey room, on a bed.

there were two chairs next to it and a nightstand on the other side.

you also noticed the camera in the corner of the room.

you tried sitting up, but when you moved your arms they felt like they were stuck to something.

and they were. each of your wrists were handcuffed to the edges of the metal bed frame.

you pull against them with all the strength you have in your body, but come out with nothing.

your body was still weak with whatever those police stuck in you.

you hear a buzz and the door to your right unlock, making you dart your head in its direction, making you struggle against the cuffs again, the metal on metal burning your ears as they clang together.

the door opens and in comes a man, who was dressed in a tan trench coat, and strangely was also wearing a mask and sunglasses with a hat, and was carrying a binder.

he thanked whoever let him in and turned to you as the door locked again.

"hey, it's okay. you're safe" he tells you as he sits in the farthest chair from you.

you stop struggling to freeze while staring at the man with wide eyes.

"i'm detective wilson, i'm just here to ask you a few questions" you sense a grin under the face mask.

you just switch to a glare. "my dad isn't fucking beating me. now let me go home" you grit out and the man winces comically.

"damn. the mouth on you- okay-" he sighs tiredly. "i'm not actually here to ask you questions- i'm not even a detective" he starts and you begin to feel confused.

"then wha-"

"shhhh! they can hear us" he whispers and you shakily nod.

"i have a friend who has a friend who has a daughter, and that's you- so i decided that i would help my friend of a friends daughter get back home"

you blink twice before scoffing.

"yeah? and who's your friend of a friend?" you ask suspiciously.

"spider-man" he answers cockily and your eyes widen.

"wha-"

"now stay quiet, i'm busting you out of here" he whispers loudly and you nod quickly.

this man takes out one of those big metal cutters out of his trench coats pocket, and brings it down to the handcuff on your right wrist.

you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away only to hear the metal snap before your hand is free.

the man crawls across the bed, over your legs and he gets halfway over before you kick him off of you on to the other side.

he makes a loud noise of discomfort before getting up and getting the other handcuff off.

you start to get up when he rounds the bed when you stumble trying to take a step.

"careful, they drugged you up pretty good" the man whispers to you, and you nod, letting him lead you to the door.

"wait- they locked it" you tell him and he just clicks his tongue.

"oh that? you think i can't get this punk ass door to open?" he asks rhetorically and pulls a gun out of one of his pockets.

your eyes widen as far as they can go and you freeze in place.

"cover your ears, honey bunches" he starts, aiming the gun at the doorknob. "mr. pool is about to bust you outta this joint"

~~~

"okay, now that we're all back we need to make some kind of plan" marc takes the lead, looking to his two other alters.

they decided to separate bodies again, making it a bit easier on khonshu to talk to them.

khonshu had returned a bit before steven and marc came back from deep in the headspace.

"so she's at some hospital outside of town?" steven asks khonshu, repeating what he initially told them.

khonshu nods.

"okay so here's what we could do..-" marc starts, while jake slowly backs away towards his daughters room.

steven, marc, and khonshu were trying to come up with plans, only a little too busy to notice jakes absence.

he backed into the room and shut the door about halfway, and stared around.

it was messy if anything. more pictures gathered on the walls. pictures of yourself and them, and some of you and casper, even one with evie.

jake bit the inside of his cheek as he stepped closer to your bed, seeing your nightstand drawer left open, so he couldn't help but look inside.

while disgusted by the small cardboard box of condoms that looked like it was ripped open by an animal, he noticed a velvet box.

the curiosity got the best of him, and he gently picked it up, opening it to see a golden ring, with laylas name engraved into it.

the ring had a scarab on it, painted in shimmering orange paint while a few heart shaped pieces of metal surrounded it. along with it, a note, taped to the bottom of the box.

jake opened it, half smiling.

'for mom,

i had this ring custom made for you a while ago and never found a good opportunity to actually give it to you. if you're seeing this on mother's day then happy mother's day!! but if you're not then i'd still like to do something with just you. i want to thank you for taking me in as your own, and even though you could never replace my birth mother, nobody could ever replace you. you're the best mom i ever could've had, so thank you for adopting me with my dads.

i love you, mom.

from, y/n'

jake teared up with a small smile and folded the note back up and put the box back, then turning to set his eyes on his jacket.

the leather jacket he let you borrow on your trip to the doctor. it was laying on your bed, smoothed out on top of your blankets.

jakes smile turned into a frown, but the tears didn't stop.

he took his jacket in his hands and sat on the bed, folding in on himself as he clutched the leather in his hands.

he let a choked sob come out, then heard the door creak.

"..jake?" steven starts quietly. "are you alright?" that's all it took for jake to completely break down, while steven and marc rush to him.

"hey what happened?" steven asks gently and jake picks his head up to violently wipe at his wet cheeks.

"we can't lose her- we can't-"

"take a breath, we'll get her back" marc confidentially says without missing a beat, making jake nod and listen to his instruction.

"they had no right" he shakes his head, taking his hat off and tossing it to the side, not caring where it landed.

"jake listen to me" marc starts. "our daughter has gotten into way worse, and being honest she could find her way back all in her own"

he sighs. "but this is different, she didn't leave on her own. she was taken by actual police so it might take a bit to get her back"

"but she's safe?" jake asks quietly and steven nods.

"we promise"

"then let's carry on with the plan" jake wipes at his cheeks. "our daughter needs us"

~~~

"fuck"

"hey, young lady, watch your mouth"

"well sorry, but you're not the one who just fucking tripped" you grit out, letting the man drag you through the long white hallways of the hospital you were in.

he told you that he was going to get you out of there without anyone noticing, and then help you get home.

you decided to just trust him. you needed to get home to your family and this was the only way to do it.

"sir? where are you taking that patient?" a female voice asks from behind you two.

it was obvious you were a patient there, the uncomfortable and itchy gown made sure of it.

"out" he answers quickly, grabbing onto your wrist and full on sprinting away, while the lady yells after you.

"wait- let go! we're heading right for a window!" you yell at him, as he sprints towards a floor to ceiling window.

"i know! just hang on!" he yells back, turning to grab you by the waist and jump at the window, causing it to break, leaving you both to plummet towards the concrete sidewalk.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" you scream, grabbing at the man's jacket as tight as you could.

you squeeze your eyes shut the closer you get to the ground, when you feel yourself lift up and swing away, similar to when you would swing around london at night.

next thing you knew, you were standing on solid ground while the man's coat and hat were dropped to the ground behind you while you were being rushed towards an alleyway.

"hey! what-"

"shh! shh! let me explain-" you cut him off by kicking him in the shin, making him gasp, and that's when you see his face for the first time.

it almost looked like a raisin in a fucked up way.

"dude-"

"hey, just listen and don't fucking kick me again, i'm trying to help you" he starts and you just blink.

he sighs. "leave the questions for later" he starts while putting a red and black mask over his face. "for now, my names deadpool"

~~~

"WHAT!? SHES GONE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHES FUCKING GONE?!" layla screams from over marc's phone.

he sighs and looks out the window to his left. "they had reason to take her layla, we just don't know what to do.." he explains while steven and jake were coming up with some bullshit plan in the other room.

"well where is she now?!"

"..at a hospital a couple miles out from town" marc stutters, fighting tears that were coming to his eyes. "khonshu followed her there"

"jesus-  well i'm coming over then" layla hangs up after scoffing and marc's eye twitches before he slams the phone down.

that gathers the attention of both steven and jake, who slowly approach marc who now had his head in his hands, still sitting at the kitchen table.

it's silent before marc inhales sharply and sits up straight, with a clenched jaw while wringing a hand around his right wrist.

"hey, don't do that" steven reaches out gently, separating marc's hands as he relaxes all of his muscles and completely falls onto steven, arms around his back clawing at his shirt.

"we have- we have to get her back" marc grits out in a pitch higher that usual.

"i know, we know marc. we will i promise" steven rushes to reassure him.

steven felt absolutely terrible right now. even though they all loved you dearly, steven couldn't focus on himself but his alters.

because without them, he feels he wouldn't even be here in the first place.

marc tried his hardest to remain calm, but even after jakes small meltdown he felt almost powerless.

"should we go out? look for her?" marc asks in between shuttering breaths.

"i think that's the best idea" steven starts. "but what about layla? she's coming over"

"shit" marc mumbles.

"jake and i could go and-"

"no, i want to be there" marc starts. "i need her to know it's not her fault- and to apologize"

steven stays quiet and sits down next to marc where he was sat on the couch.

"she made it pretty clear how she felt about us forcing her to the doctor, and now it's come back and bitten us in the ass. i need to apologize for being a dick about it too" marc sighs.

"you weren't a dick-"

"yes he was, amigo" jake cuts in from wherever he was listening from.

he enters the room. "but she still doesn't hate you" he defends.

marc just sighs and shakes his head.

"i just want to know if she's okay right now" he says.

~~~

"THIS IS NOT OKAY!!" you shout, earning the attention of the man who's dragging you around tall buildings, earning looks from pedestrians.

"you'll be fine! it's just a light jog!" 'deadpool' turns his head to yell back.

you were still wearing the hospital gown and those socks with the sticky things on the bottom, and it hurt every time you took another step.

you just groan and allow this almost complete stranger in a spandex suit and mask to lead you around, until he suddenly stops, making you run into his back.

"what the fu-"

"hey! what did i say about the language?"

"to watch it" you respond.

"exactly, now let's get you a change of clothes, hm?" he gestures towards the thrift store you just stopped by, so you shrug.

"let's make it quick, i want to go home" you tell him sternly and he nods.

you both walk in and you scan the room, seeing there aren't that many people and that the person at the register was on their phone.

nobody even noticed that you look like you just escaped a hospital- which you did- and the man with you was in a literal superhero suit with two huge swords on his back.

the man- deadpool- almost sprints over to a prom dress that was on display, and you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"how about this? it's very sparkly" he twirls it around and you scoff.

"no"

"OOH- but this one! it's perfect" he throws the previous dress to the floor to show you a bright hot pink sundress.

you just turn away with a smile, shuffling through a rack of pants.

"maybe next time" you mumble which makes him gasp.

"really?! you're just the sweetest, we need to hang out more!" he swings an arm around your shoulder.

"you pretty much saved my life so i'd be down" you begin. "as long as you don't like.. murder me or something" you add and he takes his arm off you to shove a shirt into your arms.

"perfect- now go try those on so we can get you home" he starts guiding you by the shoulders to the dressing room.

you just sighed and went along with it, locking the door once you were in the room.

you now notice the black shirt, which had a small unicorn with rainbow hair right in the center of it.

your eye twitches but you decide against leaving the changing room to argue with him.

you slip your hospital gown off and stare in the mirror, furrowing your eyebrows.

it's weird to be doing this in a changing room after you just escaped a hospital, but you can't help but stare at the scars that littered your body.

a gunshot wound on your thing from when harrow was brought back to life, multiple scars on your abdomen from fighting, and some on your face from fights at school and such.

and of course the huge ones on your back from when you got cut by one of your foster 'mothers' by a broken beer bottle.

you look away and reach for the pants, putting them on quickly before the shirt.

it was still a bit cold out since it was only the beginning of march, so you shiver once before shoving the door back open, stopping when your path is blocked by 'deadpool'. 

you raise an eyebrow when he leads you away, and to the doors.

"wait don't we have to pay for this stuff-"

"nope! just run!" he grabs your hand, running out of the store as the once distracted employee shouted to stop just before you turned the next corner.

"wait- this isn't right!" you angrily rip your hand away from his to stop.

he sighs and puts his hands on his head.

"but muffin-cakes, nows not the time to think about what's right, the police are probably tracking you down and your family is worried about you" he walks a step closer to you and puts his hands on your shoulders.

"now believe me, you get back home, and be with your family no matter how much you think you'll see them in the future" he shakes your shoulders a bit, making your eyes widen.

"okay, okay let's just go-"

"that's the spirit! now come on!" he begins to run with you again.

~~~

layla was now at yours and marc's place, pacing back and forth while scolding marc.

"did you even think about what that doctor might do if she saw those scars?!" she yells, making marc cringe.

"layla.." he sighs. "i... didn't even think about it i just assumed it'd be done-"

"she was traumatized! don't you realize she has been tortured by doctors all her life?!" layla rubs her temples. "sorry- i don't mean to yell i'm just worried, what if she left the hospital? what if somebody took her?"

"layla" marc stands up, putting a hand on each of her shoulders. "you know our girl is tough. she'll be okay. we should go out and find her" he decides and layla nods.

"can we come?" steven pipes up, referring to him and jake.

"no" marc starts getting his shoes on.

"wha- why?!" steven whines, wringing his wrists with his hands.

marc goes over to him to stop his hands. "because i need you two to stay here in case she comes back" he tells him softly.

steven just sighs. "i want to be there when you find her.." he says sadly and marc nods.

"i know but i really need you guys to stay-"

"she's our daughter too you know" steven points out and jake nods from where he stands.

marc sighs tiredly and looks to layla for help, but she just shrugs.

"please? i promise we'll get back as soon as we can" marc tries to assure steven.

steven doesn't say anything, making marc continue to get ready to go.

layla just looks sadly at steven. he really wanted to be there when his daughter was found.

"..fine..." steven sighs and moves to the bed, sitting on it and refusing to look at marc, or anyone for that matter.

"let's just go, he'll calm down once y/ns back" layla says, and marc nods.

"stay safe amigos" jake tips his hat at the both of them before they go.

after marc and layla were out the door, that's when steven broke down.

jake heard his stifled sons and went to calm him. "steven, i know you want to help but we have to stay in case she comes home-"

"but she's our daughter too! it's not fair!" steven whines and cries like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but jake gets it.

he would've volunteered to go too if it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid.

afraid you still hated them since your fight.

jake sighs. "just stop crying.. she will be back before you know it" he nods to steven, who's beginning to calm himself down.

"yeah yeah, thank you jake"

~~~

"there it is! that's my apartment building!" you stop in your tracks to look across the street and grin widely, deadpool stopping as well.

"well don't just sit here like a bag of dicks, we have to find your parents" he shrugs, walking across the street and up to the doors only to see a disheveled couple sprint out.

"what the fuck-" the man says, staring at deadpool's suit.

he then turns to you and that's when you gasp to yourself.

it was marc and layla.

you stand as still as a statue, deadpool trying to figure out what was going on.

"is that her..?" marc asks layla in a panic, seeing you just stand and stare wide eyed at them.

"baby is that you?!" marc decides to shout and it doesn't even take a second to start sprinting over to where they stood, not even bothering to check if cars were coming in your direction.

lucky for you, there wasn't.

marc and layla both held hands tightly as they also jogged in your direction, before you throw yourself into their arms, hysterically sobbing.

"i'm so- so sorry-" you start but layla shushes you.

"no no, don't apologize" she and marc both hold you as you have an arm wrapped around both of them.

you open your eyes to pull back and look to marc.

"oh honey.. this is my fault. i shouldn't have made you-"

"no dad. it's okay" you wipe a tear from your face before proceeding. "is.. are steven and jake in there..?" you ask and marc gasps.

"shit- we have to go! they are waiting in the apartment!" layla panics, remembering how steven was before they left.

marc then turns and sees deadpool just watching them, fiddling with a gun.

"i- did you help her..?" he asks him and he nods.

"of course i did, if i didn't the author would've procrastinated the whole 'finding home' thing" he waves them off and marc makes a face before guiding you to the doors.

you turn back, right before entering the building. "thank you wade" you say genuinely and send a small smile wades way.

"of course, sugar plum. wouldn't want the readers to get too sad do we?" he the walks off.

you just shake your head and grabs your mothers hand, walking with both your parents to the elevator.

~~~

it was actually extremely awkward in the elevator since all of your adrenaline was coming down, and you look up slowly at marc.

"are you guys still mad at me..?" you ask and marc sighs.

"not now" he mumbles and layla gives him a stern look.

you just kick the ground and stare at the elevator doors before they open.

marc almost drags you to the apartment with layla mumbling curses before you freeze in place at the door, seeing your two other dads.

they whip around once they hear the door open and that's when steven breaks down in tears.

"o-oh my gods! she- she's back!" he basically sprints over to take you into his arms, you doing the same.

"oh darling, my heart, i missed you so much- i thought something bad would happen to you!" he takes you back to hold you by the shoulders and stare into your eyes.

"dad.. i'm sorry" you whisper with tears in your eyes.

steven simply shakes his head. "s'nothing to be sorry for" he basically passes you onto jake, who squeezes you almost as tight as he can.

you struggle a bit to breath before he lets go, taking in your appearance.

"is that.. is that a unicorn on your shirt?" he asks with a raised brow.

you look down at your shirt, and remember that wade had picked it for you.

"yeah" you breath out, then look back up at him.

"y/n" marc says from behind you.

layla was just standing with her arms crossed, shaking her head.

"i need to talk to you. in private" he says sternly, moving to go into house room, and you follow hesitantly, leaving jake, steven, and layla behind.

marc closes the door behind you after you walk it, and you go to sit on your bed.

he sniffles and turns to you. "i'm so sorry kid.. i- i didn't mean to leave on a bad note- not that i knew that the police would take you away-"

"dad" you speak up, stopping the beginning of a rant. "i would've gone insane if i was away from you guys for another second. i should've come home.." you stand up, walking slowly to marc.

"what if.. what if i never saw you again?" you ask yourself, and marc sheds a tear.

you reach a hand up and wipe it away from his face, and he leans into your touch. "i love you so much. i would crumble and die if i never got to see your beautiful face again. you are the best daughter i could've ever asked for, i hope you know that"

you smile. "you're one of the best dads ever, and for the record i love you more"

"i love you most"

you lean forward and take marc in a hug, and he does the same, holding the back of your head gently in one of his hands.

you felt at peace.

you felt.. loved.

more than ever before. by a long shot.

deadpool had sent you a text, saying he got the police off your tail.

you didn't ask how, you were just grateful.

you left your room with marc and khonshu put your dads back into one body, and you cuddled with them alternating, and with layla on the couch.

after you changed of course.

into one of your moms shirts and stevens sweatpants.

your cats curled up near you too.

you had your whole family with you that night, and you couldn't be happier.

let's just pray once you get unsuspended you finally have a normal day at school.

with casper of course, your first love.

well, after your parents of course.

~~~

A/N : sorry this took forever, just super busy again. exams and shit. ily all so much

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baby scarab || 51

anon - i love this series sm 😭 what if baby scarab runs into one of her old abusive foster families and steven has to prevent jake and marc from fronting and he fails miserably

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anon - BS having a nightmare about her dads hurting her?

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A/N : just a reminder that dreams are visions into another universe :(

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A/N : using poe dameron gifs bc idk where to find more mk ones :(

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, old foster parents bringing up old shit, an almost panic attack, nightmare, protective dads, mentions of pedophilia, let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

“wait so they just started following you and saying things-“ marc stops himself. “wait what did they even say?”

you sigh for what feels like the millionth time.

it was the next morning, marc drinking coffee while interrogating you now that you felt better, taking your medication at the right times now.

your head still felt a little off, but better enough to be able to think straight.

“frank told you, didn’t he?” you dodge the question and marc nods.

“well- yeah but i want to hear it from you” he says honestly and you hum.

“what if i don’t want to talk about it?” you ask and reach for the remote, turning on the tv until marc takes it away, turning it back off.

“then i’d tell you that whenever you feel like it, you can. whenever you want” he begins. “oh, and i already called you in today, so don’t even think about leaving alone”

“but i need more pop tarts we ran out again” you whine and marc scoffs.

“how are we out already? we just- nevermind” he sighs.

“i can go to the market with you later, if you want” steven offers and you smile.

“see? this is why stevens my favorite” you start. “plus i won’t be alone, i’ll have you guys” you say, and marc rolls his eyes.

“i know but-“

“you still worry, yeah i get it but it’ll be a short trip, what could happen?”

~~~

you took forever getting ready, but now you and steven were hand in hand on the way to the store.

you found it comforting to be holding one of your dads hands while you were in public.

it comforted them too.

you had been touch starved ever since you remember, and now that you’ve been completely comfortable with all your dads, you had no problem with just taking their hand in yours just because you feel like it.

now all three of them had lacked comfort as well.

marc being abused by his mother after his brother passed away, stevens life being a bit messed up by not knowing he had an american man living inside him, and jake, who had been in hiding, only coming out to protect steven or marc without them knowing.

marc and jake loved it especially because it made them feel special.

they’ve killed so many people- and knowing that a teenage girl trusts them makes them feel like they can actually be good people.

and that’s because they are, they just don’t believe it.

steven though, has just simply never had anybody.

all the dates that had been messed up, and just no time to ever connect with anyone until now.

he simply just liked the feeling of having someone that wanted to connect with him, especially his kid.

now back to walking on the sidewalk, steven guides you into the less crowded store and grabs a basket, you letting go of his hand while he does so.

“now why don’t you go get your pop tarts, and meet me by the produce” he starts. “how does that sound?” he asks and you smile while nodding.

“it sounds great” you begin, walking backwards. “see you in a minute” you turn around to the pop tarts while steven wanders towards the produce.

it was almost empty in the store, thank khonshu, while you walked down the aisles, searching for your favorite flavor of pop tarts.

you found them and picked up the box with a small smile, about to go find steven when you heard a voice that made that smile disappear, a frown replacing it with semi widened eyes.

“is that y/n? y/n y/l/n?” you turn around and see a middle aged woman, and an adult woman as well, looking like the older ‘sister’ you once had.

the last home you were in, the one where you spent most of your time starved in a basement- this was the family.

well, some of it at least.

the older woman- your old ‘mother’ looked at you in shock, and you just stared back, the pop tart box in a tight grip in your hand.

you just clench your jaw as they both walked towards you with small smiles.

“oh, look how you’ve grown-“ the older lady says, putting a hand out towards your face but you hit it away.

“don’t” you whisper out, your voice not wanting to get any higher. “please leave me alone” you back up and turn to get away from them when the person looking at you when you turned around made your breath hitch and stop in your tracks.

it was him.

your old ‘father’.

he was older. but he still had that same scowl on his face whenever he looked at you.

“what the hell is she doing here? i thought she was still in the crazy place” is the first thing he says, nearing both the women, and when he passed you, you couldn’t help but flinch when he got too close.

you felt overwhelmed, and your ears felt like someone had shoved a bunch of cotton balls in them.

just hearing all their voices made you want to hide in your room under your bed for the rest of your life.

you just shakily watched all of them stare at you while you breathed heavily and clutched the food to your chest.

you couldn’t bring yourself to move back, it was like your feet were cemented into the floor.

the thing is, you were scared- no, terrified.

you could go your whole life not knowing whatever happened to these people, yet here they are. 

“yeah i thought she’d still be there too but obviously she’s not” the younger girl says and you blink away tears, not wanting them to see you cry.

the large man just stared down at you, not sure what to think.

the last time he saw you, he sent you away and watched as you were knocked out and wheeled away after being deemed insane.

and now here you were, staring at them like they were ghosts.

“are you okay?” your old ‘sister’ asks and your eyebrows furrow as you bite your lip.

“please don’t-“

“why are you acting so scared, huh?” the man asks and you avoid looking near him as his voice sounded tense and angry.

you could bring yourself to say anything, just hearing his voice brought back too many memories.

when he would smack you around for breathing too loud, or not being grateful so he would throw you in the basement.

or just throw things at you, like glass bottles or heavy books just for fun.

“what did we ever do to you?” he says to you, making your head shoot your to look at him through blurry vision.

“you starved me and locked me in a basement” you end up letting out a quiet whimper at the end of your sentence, putting a hand to your mouth to not let anything else out, afraid he would actually hit you in public.

“because you were ungrateful” he starts, scoffing while the two women just give him subtle judgmental looks. “and it looks like you still are. let me guess, you made some fancy couple pity you so that you would get adopted” he states and you shake your head.

he just scoffs again and the younger woman rolls her eyes.

“just leave her, she doesn’t want to see us and she isn’t our problem anymore” she says and you blink rapidly to try and makes the tears go away.

“oh jesus- you’re crying? you think i can’t see through your act?” he steps closer to you. “you’re crazy. delusional. you better get your ass back in that asylum before you scare anyone else off” he grits out and you make a furrow your brows.

“oh you don’t know, do you?” he starts, a bitter smile on his face as he takes another step closer, the two women just ignoring everything and browsing the shelves.

“your first family? when they found out about you they gave you back” he starts and your frown deepens. “last i heard they left town after not feeling safe in their own home. reports of feeling like they were being watched every since you left”

“can’t you see? you just leave danger in your path, you scare people, and that- the fact that you are a deranged little kid is the reason it got you abused” 

he took yet another step closer, so that he was really in your face. 

“i don’t know why we ever took you in. always ungrateful, and disrespectful” he shakes his head, glaring into your eyes as if you murdered his entire family.

your eyes just filled with more tears, while you shrunk into yourself, feeling small once again like you did only a few years ago.

“i don’t know why anyone would ever want someone like you. you’re a psychopath. you see things, hear things, and you terrify anybody that gets to know you”

“and that’s all you’ll ever do. you can’t do anything else, you’re a defenseless, weak little kid, you’ll never amount to anything” he chuckles darkly.

he is about to continue when he’s roughly shoved away, and the two women turn their attention back to help the man from stumbling over.

steven was the one who shoved him away, putting a hand out in front of you as a foe of protection as you stare at the floor with wide, teary eyes.

“have you gone mad?” steven exclaims, looking at the man with disgust and surprise.

“this is a kid you’re talking to- a completely normal one at that” steven defends you while he feels both marc and jake trying to push him away so that they could have their own talks with the man.

steven quickly tells them to stop, and that he can handle this in his head, no longer feeling the pressure in his head after that.

“so? what’s it to you? i was just telling her i was surprised to see she was still-“

“what? still what?” steven presses impatiently.

“sane, by now i thought she’d be kept in padded rooms by the way she used to act around us” he starts. “embarrassing us then acting like nothing happened” he mutters and steven scoffs.

“maybe you should be the one in the asylum” his eye twitches in anger, and he stands a bit more in front of you.

“she is not crazy- and she isn’t some defenseless kid! hell, she could probably take you down is she wanted to” steven shouts at him and the man rolls his eyes.

“oh yeah? why are you even defending her? do you know what she sees? she sees things that aren’t even there” he explains and steven shakes his head.

“i’m defending her because she is my daughter- and because it’s the right thing to do” steven begins and the man’s composure falters for a second.

“and yes. i know of her illness, and it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. and do you know why? it’s because that doesn’t define who she is! she is the smartest kid i’ve ever met- and she is literally capable of anything you don’t even understand” steven stops himself and you shakily reach a hand to tug at his sleeve, making him turn around with softer eyes.

he just gives you a nod, and turns to the man one last time.

“if i hear that you’ve said a single word to her again- and that applies to all of you- we will personally see to it that you can never speak again” steven ends darkly and turns around to guide you away from them.

the commotion had gathered a small crowd, all of them on your and stevens side after hearing steven yelling at them.

“hey kid, you alright?” you hear marc ask and you just distractedly nod while adjusting your hold on the pop tart box.

“i’m.. im alright. thank you guys” you end quietly and steven stops the both of you behind one of the taller shelves for some privacy.

“i’m sorry if i freaked you out, i don’t know what came over me, i-“ you cut steven off by hugging him tightly.

“he deserved it” you assure him.

“he deserved more” jake scoffs and you sigh, letting go of steven and avoiding eye contact.

“maybe he’s right. maybe i’m cursed or something” you start, steven shaking his head.

“everywhere i go, danger follows. yesterday with those guys, and now today with.. them” you sigh and put your pop tarts in the basket steven was holding, making sure they didn’t crush the fresh fruits and vegetables.

“you aren’t cursed, it was just bad luck” steven guides you to the checkout, while you just listen to him talk.

“he didn’t know what he was talking about, trust me you aren’t insane. yes, you have your moments like when you brought a duck home, and the whole sex thing- but you’re pretty normal otherwise” he says quickly and you find yourself smiling as he pays for all the groceries, and you slip some money in his pocket for the pop tarts.

“well, as normal as you can be with the- thank you-“ he quickly thanks the lady at the register while speaking to you.

“anyways, you got bit by a radioactive spider and now you have spider powers, and in my personal opinion i think that’s a bit more strange than your illness” steven whispers to you honestly and you smile, taking the bag from him so that you could hold his hand again as you walked out of the store.

“you don’t have to carry that-“

“yes i do” you tell him and he stays quiet.

the walk home is quiet, which you liked since you had an odd sense of closure with your old ‘family’.

you’d never seen steven act like that before, even the way he so aggressively pushed that man away from you and yelled at him.

that was always more marc and jakes thing, but honestly seeing steven stand up for something he knew was right made you proud of him.

he was proud of himself too, he didn’t even think he had it in him to stand up to anybody like that, especially someone much larger than him.

he felt an adrenaline rush when he saw that man all up in your face.

he was waiting just a bit too long by the produce when he decided to look for you, and when he turned a corner some guy was just insulting you and calling you crazy.

what happened in his head, is that he beat the absolute shit out of that guy and took you home so that he could watch your favorite show with you while you calmed down.

well, he got the ending right because after putting away all the groceries that’s exactly what you did.

you were sat next to him, messing with your hair rather than actively watching tv.

steven had noticed of course, too. he was watching you.

but not in a creepy way, no, more like in a worried way.

you would usually be talking his ear off, or at least doing something to interact with him.

but here you were. sitting almost a foot away from him while your head was in space.

it was the most awkward you and steven have ever been to be honest.

it was either you or him making conversation, and he didn’t even know what to say.

he didn’t want to trigger you or set you off if he says the wrong thing, but he also wanted to give you a sense of closure.

marc and jake both agreed that steven should just man up and say something, just to at least make you feel a little better.

“so.. y/n. if there’s anything you’d like to talk about i’d-“

“why would i want to talk about it? i already said i was fine” you interrupt him with an all too fake smile.

“darling, this is really bothering you, isn’t it?” steven states more than questions and you give up and nod.

“more than it should” you mumble angrily.

“here, how would you usually release your anger when you were in foster homes?”

“steven how does this help, amigo?” jake asks and steven shushes him.

“just trust me” he mutters and you think about it for a second before answering hesitantly.

“sometimes i would punch the wall until my hands were bleeding” you mumble and steven hums.

“glad you grew out of that” he starts. “..anything else?”

“i.. i used to fight kids at school. my first fight was in second grade when i threw a rock at someone’s head and then she turned around and started pulling my hair and.. it just escalated from there” you explain and steven nods.

“okay.. so you’ve released anger physically” he nods to himself. “alright then” 

you notice him tense up only a bit, and by the way he changed his posture you could tell it was marc.

“fight me” is the first thing he says and you just raise an eyebrow.

“no” you start. “what the fuck”

“yeah, come on just hit me, i’ll heal right away plus it’s not like you can actually hurt me” marc chuckles and you deadpan at him.

“no. ass”

“aww, y/n come on” he tries to convince you and you shake your head.

“just one punch, really quick” he tells you, putting both his hands up so that you could hit his palms if you wanted to.

you just stared at him with a small smile. “nah, i’m- i’m good” you say and marc sighs dramatically.

“wimp”

“shut up marc”

“chicken”

“marc” 

“wuss”

“i swear to-“

“fine, i get it you’re too scared-“ you cut marc off by shoving his hands away and flipping him around by his shoulders to pin him down to the couch, twisting one of his arms behind his back and moving it up further every time he tried moving.

“hey hey hey- now wait a damn minute-“ marc takes a couple breaths.

you just smile from above him while jake laughed.

“steven was right, i feel better” you nod to yourself.

marc just lays there in defeat as jake keeps on laughing.

“see, and now you can say you’ve beat marc in a fight” you can sense the smile on stevens face.

“hey she didn’t beat me, if we were really fighting i would’ve gone easy, but i still woulda won” marc complains and you chuckle, getting off of him while he sits back up and rubs his wrist.

“sorry if i actually hurt you” you mumble.

“you didn’t, but i am proud, you did that perfectly just how i taught you” marc compliments and you find yourself smiling again before it quickly fades.

“i know i say it too much but i really do appreciate you guys” you begin. “you act like i don’t have schizophrenia, you tear me like i’m a person and really love you all for that”

you take a quick breath and continue. “it’s hard to think about everyone else before you guys because they all treated me like i was a disease or like i was just some stress ball. so they didn’t acknowledge me or they.. they hated me and hit me and-“ you cut yourself off, feeling a weight come off of your chest.

“you guys are my first real family. it’s weird saying that since im 17 but still” you lean back on the couch and marc does the same, pulling you close to him so that your head rested between his chin and his shoulder.

“and we are honored to be your first real family. we love you, honey” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you snuggle in closer to marc, making him chuckle.

“you tired?” he asks and you just hum.

marc adjusts you so that you’re laying more comfortably, with your head in his lap while he played with your hair, knowing you liked that.

it was almost like flipping a light switch when you fell asleep.

unexpected honestly, and you weren’t even remotely prepared for what was coming.

~~~

you woke up alone, which confused you as you sat up and looked all around the apartment.

nobody was there, and you couldn’t find any notes so you frantically looked around the house for anything, when all of a sudden jake appeared in front of you, adjusting his hat as you flinched back from shock.

“holy shit- jake you scared me what happened?” you ask him and he shakes his head slowly and you raise an eyebrow.

“jake..? you okay?” you question and he tilts his head at you.

“i am” is all he says before he slouches over, and takes off the hat.

“steven?” you ask again, and he nods slowly while you just stare at him.

“what is going on?” you mutter to yourself and he chuckles.

“you don’t know? are you delusional or something?” he ask sarcastically and your jaw drops.

“steven what the hell? are you being serious?” you exclaim, and he crosses his arms.

“you know, i only defended you so that it would hurt more” he starts and you get even more confused.

“what are you saying? are you- do you really mean that?”

“why of course i do. you think we mean anything we say?” he takes a step closer to you and you back away.

“scared, love?” he raises an eyebrow and uncrosses his arms.

“you should be. you’re stupid to trust anybody when you’re the way that you are. crazy. delusional” he takes a step closer with every word, you backing up until you’re against a wall.

“psychotic” he grins at you and you furrow your brows.

“this isn’t real” you mutter to yourself, knowing for a fact that this couldn’t actually be happening.

“yes it is, darling” he says the last word with venom laced in his tone.

“no it’s not” you grit out pushing him away from you, and right after you do, the unexpected happens.

steven brought his hand back, and released it to swing right at your face, hitting you right in the cheek.

your eyes widened and you froze up, bringing a hand up to feel where he had hit you.

you blink once, and he was gone, and you find yourself in front of a mirror.

and another blink later, you aren’t in the reflection.

the person that was in the reflection was arthur harrow, smiling at you while you tried your hardest to breath.

“no.. why.. this- you can’t-“

“your time will come, y/n. soon enough” he tells you, and then, it all goes back to black.

~~~

A/N : i’m so so sorry about the weird ending it’s really rushed bc i’m already late at posting but i really do hope you enjoyed it, stay tuned for more :)

see you all in a few days :)

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baby scarab || 58

anon - if you're still taking requests for the Baby Scarab series maybe Bs's hallucinations are getting really bad for whatever reason and try to hide it from the moon boys cause they don't want to worry them but the boys find out and help/comfort bs

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anon - I know it's summer for y/n rn and shes not in school but could you have her get a bad grade back and she's upset about it and the boys comfort her

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A/N : so these requests dont completely match up. its whatever honestly i tried my best with what i had

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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read. let me know if i missed anything.

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the time came, and now you found yourself in new york.

close to hell’s kitchen to be exact.

jake was driving you somewhere, and none of them would tell you where.

all you could see from outside the window was a cemetery.

and that’s when the car stopped.

your turned to face jake in shock, wondering what you were doing here.

“if you’d like to leave after we show you something that’s perfectly fine” jake tells you and gets out of the car, leaving you to scramble out to catch up to him.

“wait- but why are we here?” you now walk side by side with him, letting him lead you wherever he wanted.

“we needed to show you something. you helped us, now we get to help you” is all he says before suddenly stepping, making you almost trip to stop as well.

jake had turned his head to the right, staring into one of the fancier looking gravestones, which made you even more confused until you saw the name etched into it.

‘victoria y/l/n’

you froze and your eyes widened, and you took jakes hand in yours out of panic.

“you.. how did you find her..?” you ask in a whisper.

jake takes a deep breath before responding. “matthew” he answers in a single word.

“well thank god for him” you say, letting go of jakes hand to wander closer to the grave.

you reach a hesitant hand out and bend down a bit to touch the top edge of the gravestone as you feel your eyes fill with warm tears.

“is this really her? this- this is really my mother?” you ask, voice cracking at the end of your sentence.

jake nods once and comes up next to you, watching as you knelt down to the stone, staring at the letters carved into it.

he copies you and does so as well, to make sure you had all the comfort you needed.

“i never even met her, i don’t know why i’m so.. sad seeing this” you shake your head, letting a single tear slide down your cheek.

jake clicks his tongue before speaking. “i think that’s why you’re upset” he starts. “she was your mamá, but you never knew her” he says and you look up at him.

“it’s not knowing that saddens you. you were so close yet so far” he finishes, and you can sense that he is speaking from experience.

“i just wish i could’ve at least seen her, like really seen her not from a picture. i- i haven’t even seen a picture, i have no idea what she looks like”

jake simply nods in sympathy. as weird as it sounds, you were like a bright yellow balloon, floating in the bright blue sky but right now he sees a heavily deflated balloon, all void of color.

you were now leant up against the gravestone, staring up at jake while you tried to wipe away oncoming tears as they came down.

“we can leave if you want, you seem really-“

“no, it’s okay. thank you though” you sniff, then wipe at your nose with your sleeve. “for bringing me here” you elaborate.

“but.. i’m confused” you wipe at your eyes, standing back up with jake.

he tilts his head at you. “about what?” he questions.

“i was born in london- i’m sure of it, how else would i get there?” you start. “why would she buried here in new york while i was all the way across the fucking ocean?” you wonder out loud, and jake can’t seem to answer.

“i’ll have to call matt” you say to yourself.

“would you like to be on your own?” jake asks, getting a little back on subject.

you let out a sigh before shivering from a cold gust of wind.

“that’s okay. we have to go, right?” you ask in return and jake nods.

you look back towards the gravestone and run your fingers over the letters gently.

“i love you, mom.. i’m sorry” you speak as if she was right there in front of you.

“you deserved better” you whisper before backing up, and heading back towards the way you came.

jake took one last look at victorias grave before following after you.

you got into the car without another word, and prepared for your journey back home.

~~~

you couldn’t agree on anything. you’ve been in a mood ever since you got back home in london.

you don’t know why, and neither do your fathers, hell, not even khonshu knows.

you didn’t want dinner, you didn’t want any lights on, you really just felt.. sick. and extremely tired.

like any other kid, you really didn’t want to go to school tomorrow.

it was getting miserably cold outside too, so that just fueled it.

and you bet you’re fired from your job since you haven’t shown up since god knows when.

and of course, the fact you haven’t taken your medication in days. maybe even weeks.

you were currently sitting on the couch, staring at yourself through the black of the tv.

steven was getting frustrated and had taken a second in the kitchen and was now coming back to you.

“i will ask you this one last time, and keep in mind you can have literally anything- so what would you like for supper?” he asks you as gentle as he could.

he felt like he was going to lose it when you just wordlessly shrugged again.

“not hungry” you mumble and he takes a deep breath.

you heard either jake or marc whispering something to steven, which made him blink a few times before stepping closer to you.

“when was the last time you had your medicine?” he asks softly and you look up at him with furrowed brows.

“now that i think of it.. i don’t know..” you murmur and steven makes his way back into the kitchen.

he was probably getting you your juice and your medicine you kept forgetting to take.

your theory was proved right when he came back and handed both items to you.

“not to be rude, but you’ve been especially snappy the past week” steven tells you and you raise an eyebrow, swallowing the pills after putting them on your tongue.

“thank you” steven mumbles before sitting next to you.

“i think i’ve been snappy because i almost killed my boyfriend” you say to him and he scoffs.

“we’ve already had this talk. you didn’t do anything wrong” steven tells you sternly and you just look to him.

“right, sorry” you start. “i need to make a call” you nod to yourself, confusing steven.

“to who?” he asks and you shrug.

“matthew” you answer, quoting jake from earlier.

steven just nods and turns away, to give you a sense of privacy.

you pull out your phone and press on the contact, only waiting three rings until it answered.

“hey there, double d, care to share how you knew where my mothers grave was- didn’t tell me- and how she was even in fucking new york?” you ask all at once and you here jake suppressing a laugh.

there was radio silence at first. “which would you like to hear first?” matt answers.

“don’t lawyer me matthew. just answer me” you scoff, leaning your back against steven.

matt sighs before there’s rustling on the other end of the phone. “the reason she’s buried in new york is because she wanted to be. before she passed, it was written that no matter where she died then she’d be buried in her home, which was in new york”

“and to answer your other question, i didn’t tell you because you’d most likely run away from your dads to find her” he answers honestly and you let out a short laugh.

“sorry. i should’ve asked nicer” you apologize and you can sense a smile.

“it’s alright, just don’t ever call me double d again and we’re good”

“deal”

you’re both quiet for a minute. “is that all? foggy and i need to get to working on a case”

“yeah that’s all. thank you”

“anytime, y/n”

you hang up after that and let a deep sigh reverberate through your chest.

steven brings and arm back to wrap around your front, as a sort of awkward hug.

“would you like dinner yet?” he asks and you groan.

“i guess” you whisper in defeat and steven smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

“come help me then” he says before taking his arm back and getting up, making you fall onto the couch so that you were laying down on your back.

you groan again. “fine. boomer” you mumble the last part, leaving steven to glare at you from the entrance to the kitchen.

you had macaroni and cheese for dinner.

and then all three of your fathers made you go to bed early.

your first day of senior year was tomorrow. and it was already there days into the school year.

you just hoped it would go well.

~~~

it did not go well.

it did not go well at whatsofuckingever.

you had zero classes with casper, and you already had loads of homework since you missed the first few days.

and then after you got home you lied to your dads about actually having homework so you could take a nap on the couch just to have steven clean out your bag and find it.

which led you to the present, in tears while marc, who was fronting, was in the bathroom where you could hear the sink running.

you wiped your tears as much as you could, but by the time he got out, he already saw it.

“how about we take a break” he starts, coming over and moving the paper in front of you out of your reach.

“you want mom to come over? would that make you feel better?” he asks and you simply nod, letting him wipe your tears with his sleeve.

“i’m sorry you’re so stressed out, if i knew i wouldn’t have made you do any of this today” steven apologizes and you just shake your head.

“it’s not your fault” you reply, giving marc a chance to call layla.

see, now layla always thought she was intruding somehow. even though she is legally your mom now, she feels like she’s replacing victoria.

but in reality, wherever victoria was watching from, she was happy.

happy watching you build a family of your own after being all by yourself for years.

she’s proud of layla, and she can’t wait to see how she grows as a mother.

now, that night you did end up finishing the shit load of work you had, with laylas help.

you kicked your dads out of the kitchen while you did it too, claiming they were a distraction.

you could sense that layla wanted to tell you something too, but she refrained.

you just wondered what exactly it was.

was it good?

was it bad?

i guess you’ll never know.

well, until morning at least.

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A/N : sorry my tumblr glitched and this wasn’t posted, but here it is! the ending makes absolutely no sense and it’s very short but it’s just a filler so there will be longer ones in the future.

i’m planning hanukkah chapters too, along with a thanksgiving and christmas one so that’ll be a while.

i love you all so much, and can’t wait to post the holiday chapters!!!! i’m so excited.

see you next week :)

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baby scarab || 61

@m4xedout - Dude, y/n starts getting all these weird pimples and zits on her lower body and thinks she's all gross and lashes out on her dads when they make an unfunny joke about it, then they all make up and then happy ending

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anon - ooh what if u wrote about baby scarab meeting the other two peters

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A/N : ok so the requests arent written good bc i have an actual plot thought up for the chapter lol

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, doctors, throwing up, needles, mention of child abuse, scars, mention of sex, just overall doctor stuff. let me know if i missed anything.

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steven had indeed been freaking out.

you assured him he'd be fine, and that he was going to do great but like always, he didn't believe you.

you waited in the lobby of the museum, a different one than the one he used to work at, this one a little farther away from home.

he was in there for the interview for a good hour, and you didn't have your phone since you were still grounded, so you were extremely bored.

you sensed something, and saw the door open to the office he was in, steven shaking the man's hand before coming to you.

"hey, how'd it go?" you ask, standing up.

steven sighs. "he said he'd call me" he mumbles and you purse your lips, taking his hand in yours before leading him out the doors.

"i'm sure he'll calm with good news then" you assure him and he smiles down at you.

steven let's you guide him down the couple steps, and to the drugstore at the corner right before the car.

"wait- why are we in here?" marc asks and you stay quiet, looking for something specific while hanging onto steven, who doesn't mind the detour.

"because i need something" you answer, finding the acne lotions and looking at the labels to find the right one.

you pick the one you seemed was right for you and proceeded to drag steven over to the ghost town of a drug store.

the cashier told you the price and while you dug through your pockets for cash, steven handed her his card, making you freeze and look up at him.

"steven i-"

"shush, you don't have to waste your money on this stuff. if it's a need and not a want- depending what it is- then we'll gladly buy it for you" he quickly says, the lady handing you a bag with the acne lotion.

"thank you, have a nice day" steven says to the lady before then guiding you outside to the car.

you get in and set the bag on the floor, and stare ahead.

"darling, you alright?" steven asks and you shake your head a bit, looking over to him.

"yeah"

"are you sure?"

"mhmm" you nod, kicking at the bag on the floor.

steven gives you a quick look of pity and gives up the body when he realizes you noticed it completely.

that makes you curious, asking marc about it as he starts the car.

"what was that look for? why did steven look at me like that?" you ask marc but he stays quiet.

you decide to let it go for now, not watching to upset anyone accidentally while marc's trying to drive.

~~~

"okay- are you guys going to tell me what's wrong?" you ask the second marc closes the door behind you both.

you're taking your shoes off at the same time marc sighs.

"stop sighing at me" you say, making a face. "just spit it out"

"kid.. you..." marc trails off, which makes you frown, tilting your head at him from where you stand.

"..marc... what is it?" you try to ask again but he unknowingly forced steven to front instead.

"steven" you greet tensly.

"darling i have something to tell you" he starts quickly, guiding you to sit at the kitchen  table.

"just- just listen, okay?" he starts, sitting across from you as you nod.

"we- as in all three of us decided on something behind your back" he takes a shaky breath and you purse your lips.

"i don't understand-"

"y/n please. you have to understand we did this for a good reason" steven looks almost on the verge of tears, which honestly scares you a bit.

"steven.. you guys are scaring me, what's going on?" you ask as calmly as you can, tensing where you sit.

"please keep in mind that we are all very sorry" he takes another deep breath. "we.. we thought since you got suspended and got into a fight there needed to be some kind of.. more serious punishment" he almost cringes at his words and you look up to the ceiling.

"okay so-"

"wait i'm not finished" steven interrupts, clearing his throat. "we agreed that marc would call a doctor yesterday" he starts and you feel your stomach begin to churn.

"and we scheduled you an appointment-"

"i'm not going" you cut him off, and he gives you a sad look.

"darling-"

"steven. no. you can't make me go- i won't go" you ramble, slowly getting up from your chair, feeling extremely sick.

"no, y/n please we just want to make sure you're healthy" steven gets up as well, slowly walking towards you as you walk backwards towards the direction of your room.

"steven you don't understand. i can't go to the doctor, please" you try to convince him but it seems his mind was already made up.

all of theirs were.

"it's tomorrow-"

"steven stop" you feel your eyes fill up with tears, making stevens face blurry.

"kid, come on it'll be over before you know it. 24 hours from now you'll be resting here after-"

"no! marc i said i not going!" you exclaim, making a break for your room, slamming the door and locking it, hearing marc front and rush over to try and open the door.

"come out kid! you know it's for your own good!" marc tells from the other side of the door as you back into the corner of your room, breath quickening faster than you can think.

the pounding at the door doesn't help, and neither does the sound of marc picking the lock to get it.

you curl into yourself on the floor of your room, burning your face in your knees, which dug into your eye sockets.

"nonononono please. i don't want to. i cant" you somehow manage to say to yourself while heaving in each breath in between words.

the door opens and in came an extremely worried marc, who crouches down next to you to try and calm you down.

"kid, come on it's okay-"

"no" you whisper, refusing to show your face for there were tears rushing down your cheeks.

"baby calm down, just breath and let me explain" marc says so you regretfully listen and manage to calm yourself down within two minutes.

"you said you were going to explain" you say, voice raspy from the sudden burst of tears and shouting.

marc puts an arm on your back, rubbing circles into it.

"we had to do this at some point, you know we did" he starts, and you glare at the floor, refusing to look up at him.

"we need to be sure you're healthy. plus if you're doing you know what with casper then maybe you could get prescribed birth control if you want" he cringes.

"do you realize that this is a huge invasion of my privacy?" you ask rhetorically, finally looking up at him.

"i know i fucked up but this is beyond unfair" you send a dirty look to marc, and he takes his hand back, giving you a look back.

"don't use that tone with me, you're going wether you like it or not" he starts. "it needs to be done. to make sure you're healthy" he reasons but you just shake your head.

"but i don't consent to it" you retort.

"but you're still a minor so it's part of my job as your dad to make sure you're healthy" marc explains and this time you stay quiet, getting up and moving to your bed, sitting down on it and staring down at the floor.

marc stayed in his spot on the floor, deciding it's best to give you space but where he knows you won't quite literally jump out of the window and leave to god knows where.

just to get away from going to the doctor tomorrow.

marc sighs, looking to the mirror across the room from him, seeing steven.

"can we bribe you with anything? reasonable though of course" steven asks you but you ignore him.

"love, we just want to help you. you can't stay mad at us forever" it seemed that stevens voice was more calming than marc's was.

marc was almost always straight to the point, whereas steven always dodged things as much as he could.

however, steven was just a natural with kids, and especially teenagers it looked like.

marc and jake, not so much. they would never want to engage in conversation with kids if they had to.

but with you it's different, which is why they made this tough decision.

"i'm scared, steven" you suddenly confess.

"i'm terrified" you take a shaky breath in, and an even shakier one out. "the last doctor i was around was when i was in that asylum"

"what if they know that i'm crazy and they take me away from you guys?"

"baby, don't even think like that" marc shoots down your negative ideas.

"si, he's right. you're not crazy and nobody could ever take you away from us" jake pipes in from wherever he was listening in from.

"i don't want shots. or anything to do with needles. i hate it- i'm gonna be sick-" you cover your mouth and shoot up to basically sprint to the bathroom, marc getting up and following you.

you emptied your guts into the toilet all while marc held your hair back with one hand and filled a small disposable plastic cup of cold water with the other.

"i'm sorry honey, i know you're freaked out now but there's no reason to make yourself sick because of it" marc sighs. "it's my fault-"

"no. don't say that. please" you pant, taking the water from him with a nod.

"i understand why you're scared, darling" steven pipes up, and you just slowly take sips of water while listening.

"you have bad history with doctors, i get it, but i promise you that we found a good one. she sounded very nice on the phone and we'll be there with you the entire time if you'd like" he offers and you just nod, regretting not trying to get out of it more.

"fine. but you guys owe me" you breath out.

"anything you want, princesa"

~~~

"this isn't exactly what we had in mind but it works" steven says to himself, watching as you contently sipped hot chocolate from your favorite mug while wrapped in blankets on the couch.

after you made yourself sick out of fear, you brushed your teeth only half a dozen times before settling down.

steven made sure to put extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce on top of the cocoa too, just how you liked it.

you were staying quiet while just thinking.

were you really going to just go to the doctor without a fight? you had good points not to go but so did your dads.

your fear of needles came from being put in the asylum and getting all sorts of drugs put into you, and then the blood test that one guy did on you when you were kidnapped.

and then the fear rooted off that and now you are also afraid of sharp objects.

like the knife that was used to carve the word 'harrow' into your arm.

which you still hated and you now realize the doctor would be able to inspect all of your scars and probably wonder if your dads were abusing you.

plus other unspoken scars. like the scars around the letters themselves from scratching at them so many times to draw blood attempting to get rid of it.

plus the scar over the bridge of your nose and on your cheek from when you got scratched by a kid at school after you first met two out of three of your dads.

you feel a tap on your shoulder, making you stop thinking to pay attention to reality.

"you alright? you spaced out" steven informs and you nod.

"i'm alright" you close your eyes, leaning your head back on the couch.

"i know that you're not but i'm not going to push it" he says bluntly and you scoff, opening your eyes to look up at him.

"but i can promise you that you will be okay" he grins.

~~~

it was not okay.

you were currently recovering from losing your breakfast the next morning while jake was the one to help you.

"but papa i'm sick i can't go" you try to make at least some effort to get out of this doctors visit.

"that's more of a reason to go. ella puede diagnosticar cualquier mierda que me estés diciendo" he says and you just blink up at him from where you sat in the bathroom floor.

jake sighs and almost forces you to stand up, leading you out of the bathroom while fishing a stick of winter mint gum out of his pocket for you.

"but papa-"

"don't 'papa' me. i know your tricks" he gives you a pointed look, gesturing to your shoes at the door.

"finish getting ready and calm down. you're panting again" he notices and you stop breathing all together realizing how noisily your breathing was.

you let out a couple deep breaths, and move to slowly put your shoes on, taking one of jakes leather jackets off the coat rack and putting it on.

it smelled of cheap weed and cologne. and it was pretty roughed up, it was one of his favorites.

jake eventually ushered you outside, leaving you to fidget in the car, picking at your fingers.

a bad habit you had caught from casper.

"hey" marc gets your attention from the rear view mirror.

"you're going to be okay" he tries to reassure you, but you just look out the window.

"i should've fought you guys" you say, making jake give you a side eye.

"you would've lost" he answers right back with an attitude.

you stay silent after that, staring out of the window as if it was making time go slower.

and then you pull into the parking lot and that's when you snap.

"hey jake?"

"hm?"

"i'm gonna be sick again" you warn, opening the car door and getting out, crouching down after closing it.

you hear jake rush out of the car, and at the same time he comes around the front of the car, you sneak around the back.

jake froze in his tracks, also crouching down in front of the front tire, so if you looked under the car you wouldn't see him.

and when you do look, your eyes widen, and you also freeze.

you feel a presence behind you, and judging by the large shadow over the car it was khonshu.

you sigh and bang your head against the cars door where you were hidden.

jake took that as the go ahead to stand back up and walk around the car, almost slipping on the ice.

"nice try, come on" he lifts you up by your arms and keeps them there until you get into the building.

your stomach felt more sick than ever. the certain smell of the doctors office made your eyes water.

jake agreed to have marc front, since your name was technically spector on most of your documents now.

since he was technically the original.

whatever, anyways.

you absolutely refused to make eye contact with anybody in the room, even he two other kids with their parents.

"hello, how can i help you both today?" the receptionist asked while she smiled in your direction.

"we have a 10 o'clock appointment for y/n spector" marc answers and the lady types a few things on her computer.

"alright, doctor miller will see you in a few minutes, you can wait anywhere" she smiles and marc nods, guiding you to a couple seats in the back of the room.

your leg bounces up and down while you stare at the door that presumably leads to the rooms.

marc put a hand over your knee, stopping the movement before taking it back.

"you need to calm down. it'll be worse if you're all worked up" he murmurs, making sure he wasn't too loud to disturb the other people in the room.

"i'm trying my best here, okay?" you snap at him, whispering, staring him right in the eyes.

a few minutes later, you audibly gasp when the door opens, and a tall thin woman walks out.

she had her dark hair in braids, and the white coat and scrubs went well with that and her darker skin.

she had a small smile on her face as she spotted you.

"y/n spector?" she asks, assuming it was you.

marc helps you up, holding your hand all the way to the door, where the doctor gestures to follow her into a small room down a hallway.

she led you and marc through the door, where there was a cushioned table pushed against the wall, a window with the blinds closed, a counter with a sink and a garbage can and a couple chairs.

there was also one of those dress things on the counter.

"first things first, i'll leave you to change into that" she points to it with her pen. "you can keep your underwear on but everything else comes off" she instructs and you gulp dryly, nodding.

"do you want me to leave?" marc asks once she exits the room.

you shake your head. "just turn around, i trust you guys" you wave him off, starting by taking the fabric from the counter.

~~~

you were sitting on the table in nothing but your underwear, socks, and the sheet of fabric that was weakly tied behind your back and at the base of your neck.

you stared ahead, looking at the soap dispenser attached to the wall and up by the sink.

there was a knock at the closed door, to where marc said 'come in'.

the doctor came in to stand in front of you.

"i'm doctor miller, i'll be taking care of you today" she holds her hand out to you. "it's nice to meet you, y/n" you shake her hand shortly with your shaky one.

she seemed to sense your nervousness from your hands and the fact that you kept darting your eyes to marc.

"i'm just going to ask you some questions, is that okay?" she asks and you slowly nod, taking a few calming breaths.

she sits down in one of the chairs by the counter and clicks her pen, looking at the paper on her clipboard.

"since you're new to this office i'll also need some information from your dad before you leave today" she says out loud, and then she clears her throat.

"your full name is y/n y/m/n spector, is that correct?" she questions.

"yes" you respond quietly, staring down at the floor now.

"and you're 17?"

you nod when she looks up at you.

"perfect, it looks good so far" she says and you begin to calm down.

you guess your dads picked the best of the best to make sure you wouldn't panic too much.

"now do you have any allergies? to foods, medicines, anything like that?"

"i'm allergic to raspberries" you say,embarrassed.

doctor miller scribbles something down on the paper.

"are you taking any medications?"

"yeah, olanzopine for schizophrenia" you almost regret not lying to her, but she just wrote it down without blinking.

"how's that working for you?" she looks up at you.

"it's the best one i've had for it" you answer.

"alright, next question is.." she trails off, trying to find where she left off.

"are you sexually active?" she looks back to you, who's lips are pursed.

you exchange a look with marc, who's giving you a glare right back.

"absolutely i am" you answer, making marc reach other to pinch your arm, resulting in you smacking his hand away while doctor miller giggled to herself.

"safely i'm guessing?" she asks rhetorically and you nod. "have you thought of taking birth control at all?"

marc nods for you. "we talked about it the other day, would it effect anything else? like her medication?"

"okay so some side effects would be nausea, headaches, and mood swings which could either be for the first couple months or long term" she starts "there's also breast tenderness or enlargement over time-"

"perfect" you mutter to yourself, and doctor miller laughs again.

"and don't forget possible weight gain" she finishes, marc nodding.

"i think i'd like to try it" you say more to marc than the doctor.

"i can have the prescription in your pharmacy within the next few hours" she nods to both of you, making a note on the margin of her paper.

"alright, now i'm going to take your height and weight, would you like it to be just us? don't let me pressure you though it's up to you" doctor miller stands up, leaving the clipboard and pen on the counter.

"he can stay" you mumble.

she nods and gestures for you to get off the table and make your way to the scale.

you look at it with a frown, walking over to it as slowly as you can until you have to actually step onto it.

the doctor writes down your weight and moves onto your height, which was y/h.

"for this part, your dad does need to leave though, but he'll be right outside-"

"wait what are you going to do?" you ask in a panic, stepping back from her a foot.

she sends you a calming smile. "i'm just going to be checking your body for anything harmful. nothing will hurt but you may feel some discomfort" she says in guilt and you sigh, sitting back down on the table as marc leaves the room.

~~~

after you were checked, doctor miller washed her hands while you stood in the middle of the room after she checked the scars on your back.

you had a talk about all the scars she saw, including the letters.

all you told her was that you were okay and you were recovering.

which was half true. 

marc came back in, and you were sat back down, and marc made eye contact with the doctor and nodded, which left you confused.

"it's time for the last part of this visit" doctor miller starts and you hold your breath.

"i'm afraid we'll need to collect blood-"

"no, isn't there any way we could skip that?" you ask and she purses her lips while marc grabbed ahold of your hand which rested on the table next to you.

"i'm sorry, but we need to make sure you don't have iron deficiency" she says and your breathing quickens.

"it'll be okay, just a small pinch and then you're done" marc stands up to get in front of you, holding both your hands now in his.

"don't look, you can squeeze as much as you need to" he tells you, squeezing your hands once while your eyes blurred and you felt warm tears slide down your cheeks.

you were embarrassed to say the least. a 17 year old crying in front of her doctor because of a finger prick.

"okay, i need to see your hand" she says so marc guides your hand to her while you begin to hyperventilate.

"i need you to calm down" marc says gently, pushing your face into his shoulder to make sure you didn't look while the doctor took blood.

yes, it was just a pinch. but a pinch that made you yelp and squeeze marc's hand as tight as you could.

marc feared you'd break one of his fingers with how hard you were hanging on.

it was done and you were at your lowest.

you were sweating and crying while trying to keep yourself together, and of course there was bad news.

"i deeply apologize but we also have multiple vaccinations we have to give you since you've never had them" doctor miller says and you try to get up and away from marc, but he ends up holding you down to the table by your arms while you kicked at him.

"get- get off!" you shout in marc's face, and he just frowns down at you, using one hand to keep you on your back while he used the other to hold your legs down.

you struggled against him and choked on sobs while the doctor carried over a tray with half a dozen syringes.

"dad please! you can't do this" you lose your strength while your whole body wracks with sobs.

marc just stared down at you while your struggling slowly stopped.

the doctor decided to give you the shots in your legs since marc had to hold you down mostly by your arms.

plus you couldn't see her, but you sure as hell felt her.

"let go! please!" you scream after the first shot.

"i'll do anything just make it stop- i can't breath!" you let out a pained groan, gritting your teeth together as the second needle breaks the skin in your leg.

"dad- guys please! i don't want it!" you continue to yell at them, squeezing your eyes shut at the third shot.

"i- i don't- i don't want it anymore" you quiet down slightly, too tired from the sudden change in mood and emotion.

your tears didn't stop, they just kept running down your face while the doctor finished up.

marc slowly let you go, and once he did you shoved him away from you to cover yourself with your arms, staring down at the bandaids that littered your legs.

"i'll leave you two" the doctor starts to leave. "you can change back now if you'd like" she goes after that, closing the door behind her.

marc stood next to where you sat until you started to get the fabric off of you, putting your clothes back on as fast as you could.

you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of jakes jacket, cringing at the horrible job the leather did at soaking up your tears.

marc didn't look at you, but at the ground.

you sniff once, and run at your reddened eyes again before moving towards the door.

marc followed and handed you the keys to the car.

"go wait, i'll be out in a minute" he mumbles, so you do so without a word.

it was going to be a tense ride home.

~~~

you haven't said a single word to marc in hours.

you already skipped breakfast, and now lunch, and you were planning on skipping dinner as well.

you still felt too sick anyways.

you were alone in your room with pedro and luna sleeping at the edge of your bed, while you were curled up on your pillows with your knees to your chest.

before you all got home, marc picked up your birth control that you will start taking on a sunday after you start your next period.

there was a gentle knock at your door.

"love? you alright?" steven asks from the other side, and you were about to answer when your window opens suddenly, making you jump up.

"what the fuck" you mumble, moving towards it, and seeing nothing.

you then saw a masked figure peak its head in through the right side of it.

"peter?" you ask, seeing that the mask was familiar.

but different all at the same time.

"what's going on in there?" steven asks again and you sigh.

"i think peter came back" you answer, looking back to see the person still staring at you.

"peter? you can come in, you know" you say as if it's obvious.

he swings in all of a sudden, and that's when you realize.

that wasn't peter.

this guy was taller than him, and the eyes on the mask were different- hell, the whole suit was different.

you freeze up and are about to swing your fist when he does so first.

making your world go black while steven pounded on the door.

~~~

A/N : happy new years everyone! i hope everyone had safe holidays! hope you enjoyed this chapter and i hope to see you hopefully next week

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baby scarab || 53

@yikesitskennawrites - Rough idea of a chapter thing (my dude, I just woke up from my post dinner nap so excuse me): Khonshu uses his god powers to kind of play puppet with y/n and make them fight the moonboys for funsies. Y/n has zero control in their actions and the boys don't want to hurt her so when Y/n comes back to reality (because they aren't aware of it, kind of like blacking out and coming to) y/n finds the boys beaten up because they didn't want to lay a hand on her.

I love your series :) &lt;3

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anon - For baby scarab in maybe one of the chapters moonboys found out reader can play guitar or an instrument or like the drums and there all super shocked bc when she lived alone she had some free time to try something diff so she's kinda good

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@r4tch1ld - Khonshu and y/n watching two birds fight over scrap and being like,...who's gonna win?

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A/N : pls read the announcement!!

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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, fighting, nothing else really, crack, let me know if i missed anything.

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it was two in the morning.

how do you know that? it's because you're wide awake.

your migraine has ceased, and now you were just bored.

you would get up and go do something but steven had an arm around you since you ended up falling asleep with him.

and tiktok could only do so much before you got too bored of it.

"spiderling! get up" you hear khonshu whisper shout from the now open window.

"why?" you whisper back, looking back to steven to make sure he was still asleep.

"your friends are quarreling" he leaves back to what you assumed was the roof.

you roll your eyes and look to steven, who was still sound asleep.

you decide you follow khonshu, so you carefully move stevens arm from around you, replacing yourself with a pillow.

you slip out of the bed and watch as steven cuddled a bit deeper into the pillow, making you smile.

making your way to the open window, you start hearing crows cawing at each other.

that makes you smile even wider.

you peek out the window and shoot a web up the brick wall outside, slipping out of the window and pulling yourself up to the edge of the short wall.

you pull yourself over the roofs edge, seeing khonshu perched on one of the huge vents and looking down at something that you can't see yet.

you curiously and quietly approach to see that khonshu was looking down at two crows.

and they were fighting over what looked like half a slice of pizza.

you chuckled, alerting khonshu of your presence. he jumped when he realized you were there.

"still a damn shadow" he mumbles and moves over so that you could crawl up to sit next to him on the vent.

"yeah, love you too buddy" you deadpan, watching the crows fight over the food.

it only takes another three seconds for you to talk again. "who do you thinks gonna win?" you ask khonshu and he tilts his head and hums.

"the one on the right" he decides, and you nod.

"yeah i had my bets on him too. his names charlie" you start. "the other one is elden" you add, and khonshu nods.

the two of you sit in silence, watching the crows until khonshu is the one to break the silence.

"i have a question" he states and you look to him to urge him to continue.

"it was many moons ago but.. i saw something when you and your parents were flailing about in the water" he begins to explain, and you make a face at the wording.

"yeah? what was it?" you ask, getting the idea of what he was trying to say.

he was referring to when you and your parents went to the beach.

"it's about you" he continues as you furrow your brows. "i noticed.. scars. on your back. i'm surprised none of the idiots said anything with how attached they are to you" he finishes and you take a breath.

"..how many did you see?" you question hesitantly.

"four"

"shit" you mutter. "did you tell them?" khonshu doesn't move or answer you verbally, but just by the way he was staring at you gave you your answer.

"khonshu i know you want to help but i really didn't want them to know about those" you start and he looks back down at the birds.

"i didn't want to explain how i got them yet" you ended quietly.

"then i apologize, child" he says a bit quieter, and you can tell by the tone of his voice that he meant it.

you just sigh tiredly and run a hand down your face. "it's fine" you mumble and you both go back to watching the crows.

"i'll tell you who wins in the morning. you should go back to bed" khonshu says to you quietly and you look at him in surprise.

"since when do you care if i get sleep?" you question is all seriousness.

"in my defense, you are cranky when you're tired" he says simply and you nod.

"fair enough. i'll see you tomorrow. night" you hop off the vent and make your way to the edge of the roof, ready to jump back in through the window.

"sleep well, little spector" is the last thing he says before you disappear back into the apartment.

you close the window after you get back inside, to see that steven was awake, and patiently waiting for you.

"i'm sorry, khonshu wanted to show me something" you apologize and steven gives you a tight lipped smile.

"that's alright, just try to get back to sleep" he says in a hushed voice and you nod, laying back down to have steven bring the blankets up to your chin, pressing a light kiss to your head before laying back down himself.

now that's what you would call an under reaction.

if this was marc, he would've lightly scolded you then order you to get back to bed, and steven would've given you some kind of lecture.

but this time he didn't, and you had no clue as to why.

do you just went back to sleep, half expecting to get a lecture in the morning.

~~~

"you need your sleep, kid it's non negotiable" marc shakes his head at your pouting figure.

instead of steven, it was marc. which is so much worse since he doesn't sugarcoat anything.

"well my crows were fighting. and khonshu even said that charlie won" you argue and marc raises an eyebrow at you.

"y/n i'm not joking around" marc says sternly and you look down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers.

"you need to get at least 8 hours-"

"8 hours? marc-"

"don't interrupt me. you think we don't notice every time you leave, but we do. and we always trust you to come back but you need a better sleep schedule now that schools starting soon" he explains and your eyes widen at the last part.

"school? it's already the end of august?" you ask and marc nods.

"shit" you mumble, which earns you a stern look from marc.

"as i was saying" he begins again. "that also means no more arachnid" you scoff.

"that's not fair" you whine and he just shakes his head.

"i know but you have to finish high school, this is your senior year it's the most important" he reasons and your eyes drift to the open window across from where you were both sitting at the kitchen table.

"don't even think about it" you hear jake warn and you sigh, looking away from it.

"oh please, just let the girl be" khonshu makes himself known.

"no, idiot. this is to make sure she has a shot at a normal life" marc defends himself.

"no. she's going to be bored now" khonshu argues back and looks towards you with determination.

"and if you can't see that this is what she really wants to do then i'll do it for her" he stalks over to you, making you get up from your seat in alarm, marc coming towards the both of you as well.

"khonshu wait-" you hold our your arm towards him to stop his movements.

he just sighs. "i apologize little spector, you won't feel a single thing" he rushes in saying, moving to poke you in the center of the chest with the tip of the crescent on his stick.

nothing seemed to happen after that.

or so you thought.

~~~

third pov

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y/n raises an eyebrow at khonshu, as nothing happened when he poked her with his stick.

marc let out a breath of relief until y/n froze in place, her eyes glowing a bright white for a second before her suit formed onto her.

marc panicked, causing jake to front out of habit.

"khonshu what in the absolute fuck is wrong with you?!" steven exclaims from where he was watching in the mirror hanging next to jake.

khonshu only answered by making y/ns head tilt to the left, right before making her shoot a web out at jake, sticking his arm to the wall.

y/n was in a dream like state, not able to control her own body.

and another thing, she wouldn't be able to remember anything that happened while khonshu played puppet with her.

jake easily ripped his arm from the wall the moment y/n started towards him.

jake wasn't stupid, he knew what khonshu was doing.

now, the bird was planning on fighting them. but only in the way that y/n would.

he dug through her brain to see what kind of fighting moves she used, so all he was really doing was using her body for things she has already done.

khonshu in all honesty wanted to help. he was always stuck up and quite frankly a cranky bitch, but seeing as marc was being unfair he had to do something.

and he knew that not a single one of his avatars and would ever lay a hand on y/n.

even if she was attacking him.

and he keeps being proved right.

she was swinging at jake every moment she could, while he just blocked her fists and tried to lead her away from anything that could possibly hurt her.

but the kick to the shin followed by a punch to the nose made them all finally surrender.

jake had a hand up to block y/n from going any further to which khonshu gave up his short control on the girl.

~~~

second pov

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you blink a few times in confusion, trying to remember when you walked across the room and asked khonshu for your suit.

and that's when you noticed the man in front of you, with a now bleeding nose with a hand out towards you in defense.

you gasp at the sight, your hood and mask disappearing from your face as your eyes widen at the scene.

jake put his hand down, noticing how it seemed like you were back.

"oh my god- what just happened?!" you cover your mouth with both of your hands after seeing the blood drip from jakes nose and onto his shirt.

you rush to the kitchen to get a small towel and running it under water before going back to jake who was now just sitting on the floor.

he didn't know how to explain what had just happened, so he simply stayed quiet while you sat down on the floor as well, adjusting yourself so that you were sitting comfortably on his lap.

after getting all the blood cleaned up, you were just holding the towel to his nose to stop the bleeding.

"i just blacked out and now i'm in my suit, can one of you explain?" you ask into the air and jake sighs, bringing a hand up to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"to put it simple, that bonehead possessed you and you may have broken my nose" he shrugs and tears gather in your eyes.

"i did that..?" you trail off and jakes eyes widen before moving to comfort you.

he needed to stop you from crying, basically.

one time you were upset about god knows what, and jake happened to be the one fronting.

you cried into his chest for like an hour while he just stood there not knowing what to do exactly.

that was more stevens thing. comforting you, that is.

jake tried his best, he's still learning how to 'parent' and all that.

"princesa, it's not your fault. it's khonshus, and i can barely feel it" he shrugs and you see his eyes wander all over your face until furrowing his brows at something.

"and it appears that your nose is still broken too" he points out.

shit.

"what? no it's not" you wave him off.

you completely forgot you broke your nose when your dads almost died.

that night that you murdered that man in cold blood.

shaking your head, you get rid of the memory and keep the towel pressed against jakes nose.

"what did i do?" you try to change the subject, and jake just guides your hand down, taking the towel off his face.

"nothing, just let me fix your nose, hm?" he offers and you frantically shake your head.

"it's fine- i really don't-" jake holds your face still and puts a hand up in surrender.

"listen, i'd rather hurl myself off a building than hurt a single pelo en tu bonita cabeza" he assures you and you just sigh.

"is it gonna hurt though?" you ask and he simply doesn't answer, moving both of his hands to clasp them together over your nose, making sure you weren't going to move to much.

"you ready?" jake asks and you just squeeze your eyes shut, giving him his answer.

"alright, i'll do it on the count of tres" he starts and you tense up.

"uno" he squeezes your nose a bit tighter.

"dos" and then there's a sting and a sickening 'crack' before jake takes his hands away from you.

your eyes watered as you gaped at jake who had an unapologetic look on his face.

"you said on three! you ass!" you exclaim, getting off of him while he just chuckles, staying on the floor until steven decides to take over to get up himself and follow after you.

you were in the bathroom, poking at your now non crooked nose, and seeing steven walk in behind you.

"tell jake he's a bitch" you wipe your watery eyes, as you see jake shake his head in the mirror.

"jake can hear you" he says and you chuckle.

"here, how about we forget about all this and go to town, how's that sound?" steven offers and you nod.

"sounds great, just give me five minutes" you nod to yourself.

~~~

you and steven left the building ten minutes later, due to marc taking over the body and having to fix their own nose before going out.

they couldn't believe they forgot to bring up the fact you'd broken your nose days before.

and now, you and steven were walking contently down the sidewalk, just browsing at all the items in the windows.

and it was one that caught your eye, a f/c guitar sitting brand new in the window.

steven noticed how you halted in your steps for a moment, so he guided you inside without a word.

"steven wait-" you started before seeing all the different instruments inside the shop.

steven simply smiled and followed you as you wandered towards where the guitars were.

you were lost in your own little world as you just stared ahead, running your fingers along the base of one of the guitars that are set up for anyone to use.

"you play?" steven asks when you turn back to him and you nod with a smile.

"i had a lot of free time" you shrug and he nods.

"can we see?" steven questions and you make a face.

"i don't know.." you trial off and you hear both marc and jake start complaining.

"oh come on, we didn't even know you played" marc starts.

"si, why didn't you tell us?"

"because it's embarrassing" you mutter and steven just shakes his head.

"no it's not, is anything it's impressive" he assures you and you just sigh.

he darts his eyes from the guitar to you, so you roll your eyes picking it up and sitting down on the empty chair next to it.

there was a small container or guitar pics on the table next to the guitar stand, so you just waited a second as steven moved a chair over next to you.

you were only doing this because there was literally nobody else in the shop, only the cashier who was listening to music with airpods.

steven had a small smile on his face, watching as you adjusted the guitar so that your arm was resting comfortably, so that you could play whenever you wanted to.

you just decided to play the beginning of 'sweet child o' mine', just in a more quiet and mellow way.

steven watched in amazement as you expertly moved your fingers, holding down the correct strings at the right times, marc and jake staying quiet as to not distract you.

you finished it up after a second and put the guitar back on the stand, and the pic back in the container like you never even picked it up in the first place.

"oh sweetheart, that was amazing" steven helps you up, giving you a quick side hug and a smile.

"thank you" you murmur.

"no really, we had no idea" marc breaths out.

"well, now you do" you shrug and keep looking around with steven.

"is there anything else you're hiding from us?" marc asks dramatically, referring to the instruments in the shop.

you just give steven a look, knowing marc could see it.

"maybe" is all you say before moving on to walk forward again.

the day started rocky and ended the opposite.

marc and you decided you can only be arachnid if you aren't failing any of your classes once school starts, and if you promised to be careful.

oh, and also only on weekends.

being arachnid meant you had to get at least 7 hours of sleep each night, no exceptions or excuses.

you agreed of course, especially because khonshu took over your body and broke jakes nose with it.

he was fighting for you, i guess so it works.

you also had a great time showing your dads that you could in fact play multiple instruments, and they were all very impressed since they had no idea you had even touched one before.

now, you four were all in your little world the whole day.

that means none of you noticed someone following you on the sidewalk and watching you from outside the shop.

that meant you didn't know they also followed you home, and had an entire notebook where they had written every single time you left the apartment.

nobody noticed that they've been watching for a while, not even khonshu.

nobody knew when they were going to strike.

and not even your spidey sense could warn you for what's about to come.

~~~

A/N : omfg im so so sorry it took so long and ITS STILL SHORT

anyways, i hope you liked it and ill see you hopefully in a few days :)) ily all sm

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baby scarab || 59

@divejffsgvdhv - omg just thinking about layla finding out about bebe scarab and casper. then that talk with the moon boys, layla and yn. 😮‍💨

-🧞‍♀️

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anon - what is there was a thing like a flooded kitchen and mk system and y/n fail at everything miserably and then layla pulls up liek “tf?” and fixes everything thing then asks “how did you ppl survive without me gd” and it’s just sort of a nostalgia chapter with all the early chapter vibes of mk system and y/n flashbacks

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A/N : DAMN these requests are from A WHILE ago!! glad im getting them done :))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, mentions of sex, memories!! let me know if i missed anything.

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you somehow woke up earlier than everyone else.

on a school day too, nonetheless.

so you decided to try and make breakfast for your parents.

key word is tried.

there was currently a fire blazing on a pan of burnt whatever the fuck you were making in the sink, while you ran to turn off the stove.

the smoke alarms went off, and you heard two alarmed voices.

“y/n! what happened?! are you okay?!” “oh shit! fire!” “por favor dime que no te quemaste, nena” all three of your fathers exclaim all at the same time, while layla rushed in after.

jake ends up fronting out of panic, and helps to put out the fire while layla waves a towel around the smoke detector, effectively shutting it off.

“i’m sorry i just wanted to make breakfast for you guys for letting me take a couple days off school-“

“hey don’t apologize. wait, since when do you do anything for us?” marc asks jokingly as jake lifts the burnt pan up to inspect it once the fires out.

“hey!” you start accusingly. “i do stuff for you all the time” you defend, to which marc raises an eyebrow through a mirror.

“i asked you to pick up your dirty clothes off the floor and you told me to stick it up my ass and then you shot webs in my face” marc deadpans and layla laughs before coming up to join you guys.

“you two need to be nicer to each other. i mean, hey, at least this kitchen hasn’t looked worse right?” she asks rhetorically, making you and steven make eye contact through a mirror.

~~~

"so? what's going on?" steven asks. you smile and set your phone face down on the table, your hand still resting on it. "casper doesnt need surgery, which is great since he wouldn't have to take the risk of his scoliosis getting worse." you shortly explain.

steven chuckles. "oh, that's great! i'm happy for him" he says, and you go to put your phone in your pocket but notice it won't come off your hand.

"y/n? you good?" steven asks, noticing your issue. "it wont come off" you tell him, shaking your hand to try and get your phone off.

"kid, quit joking around and eat your dinner" marc tells you from the reflection on the table.

"i'm not joking around! it wont come off" you grit out at him, holding your hand out to steven.

"pull it off" you waves your hand, and steven hesitates in doing so, but grasps the free end of your phone and tugs lightly, surprised that it wont come off.

"what in the bloody hell-" he starts, tugging harder while you're pulling back as well. "did you stick your phone in glue?"

"no! i dont know whats going on!" you exclaim worriedly.

with another strong pull from each of you, it finally comes off, making you and steven almost fall back in your chairs. you touch your hand to the table and notice that it doesn't stick. you look scared and confused at steven whos touching your phone.

"its not sticky. what on earth.." steven trails off, sliding your phone to you from across the table. "that was strange" marc points out.

you keep forming you hand into a fist trying to see if your fingers would stick, but you get nothing. you shakily sigh and nod to yourself while going back to eating.

"y/n-"

"please pretend that didn't just happen" you request. "i don't even know what the hell just happened"

steven nods slowly, and goes back to his plate as well. the rest of the dinner being quiet, unusually quiet.

~~~

after dinner was a mess. you made a mess while helping steven clean up.

first it was when you pulled a drawer open to put clean silverware in it, and yanked it right out of the counter, silverware flying everywhere.

the next was when you were washing your dishes and you went to turn the water off, and ended up ripping the handle off and caused water to start spraying everywhere.

and the last? well it didn't exactly make a mess, more like stop one from happening.

steven had almost dropped one of your glass cups while you were turned around, but a tiny ringing in your head made you turn around and catch it right as he dropped it.

you were having a weird day, ripping drawers out of your counter, tearing off part of your sink, the whole phone incident, and now catching something you didn't even see fall.

and as of now, you were sitting on your bed, knees to your chest while holding onto your khonshu stuffed animal. steven insisted you go take a couple minutes to rest while he cleaned up.

you felt terrible.

steven doing all the work, cleaning up your messes. it wasn't fair, you should be there helping him, but you're stuck here after what just felt like a fever dream.

"child, why do you look like that?" khonshu says from on top of your dresser, slouching so that there's about an inch between the top of hi head and the ceiling.

"rude" you scoff, hanging on tighter to the soft fabric in your arms. "not like that. why are you frustrated?" he rephrases.

you sigh and lean your head on your knees. "there is something wrong with me" you mumble.

"yesterday i complained about my backpack being heavy and i literally ripped a drawer out of a counter." you take a shaky breath. "that's not normal. nothing about what just happened out there is normal!" you reply, close to shouting out of stress.

"calm down child, you'll be okay" khonshu does his best to comfort you. you're thankful for that, even though he sucks at it.

you squeeze the plushie impossibly tighter, calming your nerves.

"is that.. the tiny, soft version of me?" khonshu asks, pointing to the tiny soft version of him that is in fact in your arms. you nod and purse your lips. "yep"

"its ugly" he insults.

"you're ugly" you retort.

khonshu gasps. "take that back, mortal"

"you first" you wrap your hands around the plushies neck "i will strangle you just like i'm strangling this" you threaten.

"you wouldnt"

"i would"

"yeah? well you're small" khonshu insults again, standing up to try and intimidate you with his size. you weren't going to lie, you were very small compared to him.

"you're just a tree" you respond, getting up as well, leaving the plushie on the bed.

"i bet you can't even touch the ceiling!" khonshu starts laughing at you, tapping the ceiling with the giant moon stick he carries every where.

"oh yeah? watch me" you jump up a couple times, finally touching it the third. "see? you.. yo-you.." you trail off. you look down and see that your feet aren't touching the ground. you dart your head up, and see that all the pads of your fingers are stuck to the ceiling.

you look to khonshu, who seems as surprised as you are. your bottom lip shakes, and you try to get your hand off the ceiling, when you hear your door open.

"hey, y/n how are you fee-" steven freezes.

"help me" you say. "now. please. fuck-" you try to pry your hand off.

"alright kid, hang on" marc was fronting now. he reaches a hand up to your wrist and tries to pull it off, this time coming off easier than your phone did.

you would have fallen if marc hadn't caught you. taking his hands off your waist once he knew you wouldn't fall, he takes your hands in his and looks them over.

"marc..?" you now look visibly shaken up. "what the fucks going on?" you ask yourself.

"i'm as clueless as you are" he answers, letting go of your hands. "maybe you should see a doctor." he suggests and you shake your head.

"they are going to put me in an asylum" you shake your head more. "this!-" you gesture to your hand" -this, is not normal!" you start freaking out.

"i was just sticking to the ceiling marc. THE CEILING!" you tell him, and you stretch your arms out in a t-pose. "if i go to a doctor, they are going to transport me to area 51!" you finish and you feel a tingle on your wrist and a 'thwip' noise.

you jerk your head to the right, seeing as it was your right hand that tingled, and see what looks like a spider web stuck to your wall, a couple strands still connected to your wrist.

you slowly look to marc again, whos staring at the web in utter shock. "that just came out of you" he mutters.

"don't say it like that" you cringe. "but yeah. it did" you say in a quieter tone.

marc claps his hands all of a sudden and points at you, making you jump. "you were bit. by a spider." he says and you nod. "those are spider webs" he points to the webs on your wall.

"wheres that spider?"

"gone. reduced to atoms" khonshu cuts in. you and marc look at each other in confusion.

"is that a metaphor...?" you ask, looking back to the bird

"no, child. i destroyed it" he answers slamming his stick on the ground.

"like completely destroyed it? or just like kind of destroyed it?" you try to get him to elaborate.

"i crushed it."

"then what?"

"i saw a bird eat it"

"was the bird you?"

"no"

"is this an important conversation?" marc interrupts. "okay, so until you get this under control don't touch anything, alright?" marc directs towards you, and you nod, completely lost.

"until then.. i don't know." he shrugs. "i got nothin'" he finishes.

"what?! what do i do?! i have school tomorrow!" you try to remain calm.

"hey hey hey, calm down" marc says, and he puts a hand on each of your shoulders. "for now just try to control it a bit, okay?" he tells you, and you nod.

"alright, good, lets go sit down" he leads you to your kitchen table and gets out some sticky notes and a pen.

you sit down in the same spot you were for dinner, and marc sits down in the chair next to you. "so what exactly is happening?" he asks, getting ready to write.

"i ripped the handle off the sink"

"right. maybe its some form of super strength" marc starts scribbling on the paper.

"i was hanging onto the ceiling by my fingers" you deadpan.

"sticky hands" he writes down and you scoff. "'sticky hands?' what are you 5?" you say sarcastically. marc gives you a look. "yes. now what else?"

you hold your arm out again, and this time webbing shoots out of your wrists and towards the mirror steven was freaking out in. "web wrists" marc writes down.

"you're a child" you acuse.

marc doesn't answer, just looks at the paper in contemplation. "do the webs.. do they come out of anywhere else?" he hesitates.

you gape at him. "i sure hope not!" you smack marc in the shoulder, and of course, your hands sticks and you sigh.

"just think about it coming off" marc suggests. "what do you think i'm doing, idiot?"

"don't call me an idiot" marc warns, and you give one final yank and your hand comes off his sleeve, you both sighing out of relief.

~~~

“yeah, totally” you agree, making layla raise an eyebrow.

“anyways, i’m sure you’ve left trash in places though” she starts. “especially you, marc”

“well i’m not the one who stuffs wrappers in people’s pockets” marc looks towards you, which makes you scoff.

~~~

"hey kid, i-" marc started, but stopped when he realizes you weren't even in the room anymore. "you didn't see her leave?" marc asks steven and he shakes his head.

"we were busy talking how was i supposed to know she was going to leave?!" steven freaks out, and notices khonshu was gone as well.

"well at least khonshu is with her" steven points out. the two are silent for a moment. "i feel like that's even worse than her being alone" steven says and marc nods along.

there's a crash from the kitchen and marc looks towards you door. "oh sweet mother of god.." marc gets up off your bed and hastily makes his way out of your room where he sees khonshu perched on top of one of your kitchen counters.

marc gives the bird a questioning look, and khonshu responds by pointing at the counter that marc couldn't see behind, referring to the fact that you were probably over there.

so with a sigh, marc makes his way over behind the counter quietly, and sees you eating pop tarts with your knees to your chest.

"kid" marc starts, crouching down next to you. "what are you doing?" he asks and you look to him with distress written all over your face.

"khonshutoldmethatimgoingtolayeggslikeaspiderandidontwanna-"

"don't talk with your mouth full" marc tells you, so you nod and swallow your food before speaking again.

"khonshu told me that i'm going to lay eggs like a spider and i dont wanna lay eggs that so gross" you slur out, shoving more of your pop tart into your mouth as marc turns to glare at khonshu.

"y/n, darling, you aren't going to.. lay eggs. don't listen to him." steven tells you from the windows reflection. you nod at him and yawn, finishing your pop tart and reaching over to stuff the wrapper in marcs pocket.

"why- nevermind." marc starts, ignoring the fact that you just used him as a garbage can. "come on, back to your room" he hooks an arm under your already bent legs and another around your shoulders, lifting you up carefully and with ease before walking back to your room, you being dead silent the whole time.

he carefully sets you down on your bed, and you immediately go to hug your pillow tightly. marc sighs and covers you with a thin blanket, since he didn't want you over heating and moving your taweret plushie so that its in front of you if you need it.

"marc?" you rasp out with your eyes now closed. "yeah?" he answers, and you sigh.

"i don't feel good" you murmur, burying your face in your pillow. "i know, just get to sleep and i promise you'll feel better when you wake up" marc tells you and you sigh tiredly again.

"promise?" you meekly ask him and he smiles slightly.

"promise" 

~~~

layla sighs. “both of you just help me clean this up at least, there’s burnt.. whatever that is all over the floor” she says in disgust.

you and marc exchange glances before doing so.

layla ended up making you scrape the burnt stuff off the pan, and she made marc sweep up the floor.

all while she sat there and watched.

that’s just your mom for you though, it was a lesson learned.

you spotted a small dye stain on the counter though.

it was red.

from when you dyed your hair like months ago, the colors of your suit.

you smile thinking of the memory, but mentally cringe when you realize how faded it now is.

~~~

"y/n darling, why do you have so many colors?" steven asks, digging deeper in the box to find just about every color of the rainbow and more.

"because i'm quirky like that. now help me pick which ones i should do" you suggest and steven nods.

"you should do red and blue. like your suit" jake starts and you smile at the thought.

"that's actually not a bad idea" marc says, and steven picks up both the red and blue boxes, holding them out to you.

"let's get it started then" you start, taking the boxes and moving to the kitchen sink.

"it won't stain the sink, right?" steven asks.

"not if you scrub hard enough" you deadpan, making him give you a look.

"no, it'll be fine" you tell him, but he still seems skeptical.

"if you say so" he mumbles, watching you open the boxes to grab the tubes of color out of them.

"i'm going to do one side red and the other blue" you say more to yourself than anyone else, yet steven still nodded in acknowledgment.

"do you have gloves? because if you don't you're going to stain your hands"

oh steven. shut up. as much as you love him, he's sort of a dorky idiot sometimes.

"..yeah, i got gloves" you answer, tying up your natural hair so that it wouldn't get in the way.

"if you want you can do one half and i can do the other" you offer, steven nodding slowly.

"what if i hurt you? i don't want to accidentally pull on your hair too hard" he worries, and you shake your head slowly.

"you won't" you answer, digging through the box again and throwing a pair of gloves at him along with the red dye.

"it's simple, just rub the color into my hair i guess. then i have to wait twenty minutes to wash it out" you tell him, and he nods again.

you start doing so with the blue, after putting the gloves on of course.

steven watches first as you squeeze some of the gel into your hand, then just running it through your half of your hair.

steven reluctantly does the same, and you watch with a small smile as he carefully copies your movements.

once you were both done, you pinned it up and sat up on the counter while setting a timer with your phone after taking your gloves off and throwing them away.

steven takes his gloves off and throws them away as well, then looks to you with pursed lips.

"now what?" he asks and you shrug.

"i don't know" you sigh.

steven looks at you for a moment.

"you look like something's on your mind" he starts, and you look up at him. "care to share?"

"...it's stupid" you wave him off.

"then it shouldn't matter"

"it's about casper" you starts, steven leaning on the counter next to you.

"i.. i want to ask him to be my boyfriend" you end quietly, steven smiling at your statement.

"oh that's lovely" he replies, and you see marc and jake with different expressions from the reflection on the window above the sink next to you.

"are you sure he's the right one?" marc asks and you glare at him.

"nonono- i'm not criticizing i'm just making sure that you're making the right choice" he corrects and you nod.

"you don't have to worry about me. this isn't life or death, it's-"

"it's just a relationship, i know" he waves you off, making you snort and turn to jake, who has a smile on his face.

"you must let me know what he says, mi vida" he begins. "if he says no, i can always have a talk with him"

"that won't be necessary but thank you" you tell him, and as if on cue, your phone rings, signaling that casper was calling.

"well? answer it" steven nods to your phone, so you pick it up and press the small green button.

"hey, y/n i have a question" you hear instantly.

"you could've texted me"

"i wanted to hear your voice" he starts, steven listening with a smile.

"anyways- if you want my mom made bread again and wondered if you would come over for dinner"

you look to steven for permission, to which he nods.

"yeah, i'd.. i'd love to" you answer and you hear someone telling his name in the background.

"oh- that's allison i have to go. but text me when you're on your way" he hangs up, just like that.

you make direct eye contact with steven, waiting for him to speak.

"good, now you can ask him to be your boyfriend tonight"

your eyes widen a fraction. "what? no. not today i just meant like in time-"

"if you don't do it, i'll have khonshu cast another spell on you" steven grins.

your lips part in shock. "you wouldn't"

"i believe i would" he replies, to which you glare at him.

khonshu decided to appear next to you, perched on the counter. "he is not bluffing" he tells you.

you turn to glare at him, then back at steven. "fine" you throw your hands up in the air.

"but if he says no-"

"which he won't" steven interrupts.

"-jake is not going to have a talk with him" you conclude, and jake scoffs from the window.

"but it would hurt your feelings" he tries to justify his reasoning to beat up a 16 year old boy.

"there will be no talking" you tell him sternly and he nods hesitantly.

you're about to give a mini lecture to marc, when as if on cue your timer goes off.

"that was the quickest twenty minutes ever" you mutter. "okay, time to stain the sink"

"y/n you said it wouldn't stain!"

"i'm kidding, don't be a baby"

~~~

“y/n your phones ringing” marc tells you, breaking you from your head.

you look to him and see that he had your phone in his hand, and then observed that casper was calling you.

you sigh and answer it on speaker since you had to keep scraping the pan.

“why are you calling me so early?” you ask, and you hear a scoff.

“because i want to know if i can walk you to school and i was actually doing research” he says and you make a face.

“..about what?” you ask skeptically, while both layla and marc listen in.

“do you remember like a month ago when your cramps started and you said they felt like someone was smashing your uterus with a hammer?” he asks and you think back to your last period, when your cramps had gotten particularly painful.

“yeah why?” you answer.

“i found a solution” he starts and you raise an eyebrow.

“solution? like a tylenol?” you ask and you hear him hum before snickering.

“no- no actually i was looking online at things that could help relieve cramps and i’ll bet that you didn’t know that orgasms can in fact help”

“hey casper?” you ask as you feel your face heat up.

“yeah?”

“you’re on speaker”

there’s silence for a second.

“..who’s.. who just heard that?” casper asks hesitantly.

“both her parents, that’s who” marc speaks up, coming up close to you, who is internally dying.

“you couldn’t have just texted me? i woulda laughed if my parents weren’t in the room” you scold, and marc gives you a look.

“hey, you’re lucky i let the whole sex thing go but-“

“excuse me, the what?” layla interrupts and comes to stand to the other side of you.

“..shit” marc mutters, and you sigh.

“casper, i’ll see you at school” you say quickly before hanging up.

you slowly turn to face layla who doesn’t seem to find the situation funny.

“go get ready, i need to have a talk with your father” she falsely smiles at you so you just simply nod and do as she says, hoping she won’t give marc that bad of a talk.

~~~

"what fucking time is it?" marc complains, handing the control right to steven when he realizes how tired he was.

"oh wow thanks mate. it's only 7:38, quit being a baby" he yawns, slowly getting up off the bed.

"you think she's still sleeping?" steven asks out into the open, moving around the kitchen to make some tea.

"she better be, she had a rough night" jake answers, remembering how you masked the emotions you felt after watching all of them nearly die.

"what about casper? is he still here?" steven asks and he's only met with silence.

"yeah. nice talking to you too, numbskulls" steven rolls his eyes, leaving his kettle to heat up with the water to go check on you.

now, when he opened your door he's was met with a faint aroma he hadn't ever smelled before in your room, and that's when he felt the broken webs on the doorframe, and the fact that you were laying on top of casper.

he tilted his head as he ventured in a little more,

not wanting to intrude to much while you were asleep.

that's when jake noticed a couple things.

he saw a still damp washcloth on your nightstand, one of your bras was thrown onto the floor, which was not like you since you kept all your clothes private, oh and don't forget the pack of condoms on the floor next to it.

"steven get out" jake says and steven furrows his eyebrows.

"wha-"

"go drink your tea. just get out"

"but why-" he looks down, and his eyes linger on the box.

"oh my lord... are those-"

"are those fucking condoms?! are you kidding me?!" marc exclaims, and steven sees you stir in your sleep, so he scurries out of the room, shutting the door quietly.

steven was in shock. he was frozen in place as marc and jake argued.

"they did not- there's no fucking way-" marc starts.

"you're in denial amigo. it smelled like sex in there" jake retorts and marc feels like crawling into a hole and dying.

"but she-"

"but she what? steven said she was a horny teenager" jake scoffs and steven hums in denial, slowly walking back to pour his tea.

"i didn't say that, i said she was getting to the age where those type of hormones are-"

"steven please" marc cuts in and steven nods in understanding.

your door clicked open, revealing you rubbing your eyes and putting on one of your sweaters, closing the door behind you and calmly moving into the kitchen to reach up in the cabinet for your pop tarts.

"how are you guys feeling?" you ask the guys worriedly, eyeing stevens leg and seeing through the hole in his pants where the knife was that there wasn't any more blood or cuts, he was good as new.

"we are good, but you-"

"were you busy last night?" marc asks and you tilt your head.

"not necessarily"

"okay so what did you do?"

you stayed quiet, trying to figure out if he knew anything.

"me and casper-"

"i knew it!"

"-built a fort on the roof" you purse your lips and marc scoffs.

"oh yeah? what about after that?" he asks, not fronting and stepping closer to you.

"we went to bed"

"the same bed?"

"yep"

"hm"

marc takes a step away, leaning against the tower and finishes preparing stevens tea for him.

"so why was there a box of condoms on your floor?" marc asks nonchalantly and you choke on your pop tart.

your face turned as red as ever, and you looked down at the floor.

"we're going to have to have a talk, kid" marc starts, while you continue to hide your face from him.

"and your little boyfriend is invited too"

~~~

marc wanted to kicked casper out.

well, not kick, he just wanted to threatened him if he didn't get his stuff and leave.

marc needed him to stay though, so he could go over some ground rules.

which is what you were doing now. sitting on the couch while marc paced back and forth in front of you.

"listen, i know you're mad-" you start but are cut off.

"no no no- not mad just very disappointed" marc pulled the disappointed card, making you scoff.

"you're only 17, you have your whole life to do.. that" he starts and you sigh.

"and especially not in this house, or at least- i don't know pick up your clothes and the.. the uhm-"

"condoms"

"thank you steven- pick those up off the floor" marc continues and you nod.

marc takes a breath and runs a hand through his hair. "i can't do this- steven do you mind?" marc asks and steven hums.

"i got it, mate" and marc passes the control to steven, and he looks at the two of you.

"alright. yeah" he nods to himself. "so obviously you knew what you were doing, judging by the box of condoms on the floor" he starts and you groan, looking to casper who's just as uncomfortable as you are.

"hey- don't make that face you did this to yourself" steven says to the both of you, making you lean back and cross your arms.

"as i was saying- just because you practiced safe sex doesn't mean you can't contract diseases-"

"steven please stop" you say and cover your face with your hands.

"but you need to know that-"

"please no"

"darling-"

"steven"

he gives you a pointed look. "alright, alright just- if you decide to do it again just make sure you do it safely"

"and if you'd like you can talk to a doctor and get yourself some birth control"

"talk to a doctor?" you repeat. "no fucking way"

"watch your language, and yes, talk to a doctor" steven starts. "i reckon you haven't seen one of those for a long while, hm?" he asks and your silence gives him his answer.

"i should probably go-" casper starts but is so rudely interrupted by marc suddenly fronting.

"hang on just a second" he begins. "on no circumstances will you ever- and i mean ever lay a hand on my daughter until she's 18, you hear me?" he says sternly and casper nods frantically.

"good, now if you need to go then you should probably do so before i change my mind" marc tells him and he slowly gets off the couch.

"do you have everything?" you ask him quietly while marc turns back around to engage in conversation with steven and jake in one of the mirrors.

"yeah, my moms expecting me home soon" he shrugs and you walk him to the door after he puts his shoes on.

"i'm really sorry" you apologize. "i didn't think they'd find out- i should've-"

"hey, it's no big deal" casper smiles at you, opening the door.

"are you sure? please know that they would never actually hurt you" you say quickly and he chuckles.

"calm down and forget about it okay? he is about to pat your shoulder before he remembers the no touching rule.

"i'll call you later" he nods to you and you give him a confused look.

"no kiss?" you playfully pout and he rolls his eyes.

"now you look desperate" he says, making you scoff and take him by the collar of his shirt to deliver a quick kiss to his lips, then pulls back to nod at him.

"have a safe trip home" you tell him seriously and he nods, walking back so that he's in the hallway.

you close the door behind him and turn around slowly with a giddy smile on your face, marc giving you a weird look as you lock the door.

~~~

you came out of the bathroom after getting completely ready for school to see marc sitting on the couch with his arms crossed.

“what happened?” you ask, not seeing layla anywhere.

“i’m grounded” he scoffs and you smile at him.

“how’s it feel?” you start. “and where’d she go?”

“it feels fantastic” he begins sarcastically. “but she went up to the roof to probably punch something” he answers and you cringe.

“but it’s freezing outside, it’s almost winter” you say and he nods.

“she won’t be gone long, so i’d get to school before she can come give you a talk too” he tells you while both steven and jake agree.

you nod and head towards the door to get your shoes on.

“i’ll see you guys later, love you” you exclaim out towards your boys.

“love you too, sweetheart” “adios, mi vida” “have a nice day, love” are the responses you get before shutting the door behind you.

and now, you were waiting in your apartments lobby for a probably embarrassed casper to arrive.

and what a day it’s going to be.

~~~

A/N : it took fucking forever to find the specific memories from the earlier chapters omg but it was sooooooooooo fun i hope to do something like this again!!

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baby scarab || 57

@jasminemohmed - hi! I am new to tumblr could I make a request? what if Marc takes baby scarab with him to visit his father in Chicago and Elias asking him if she's his daughter, and shows her around?

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@yassmeenabass-deactivated2022101 - hey could I request for baby scarab? what if she goes with marc to visit marc's father in chicago and him showing her the city and elias asking marc if she's his daughter

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A/N : sorry for leaving it unedited for a while, ignore if you already read this and werent tagged until now

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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read. let me know if i missed anything.

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today was the day. you had to go apologize to casper’s family for potentially getting him killed.

you brought a small bouquet of flowers for casper, they were lilies since he told you he thought they were pretty.

marc was walking with you down the sidewalk, holding onto your hand that wasn’t occupied with the flowers to make sure you were comfortable, and wouldn’t sneak away and hide back at home.

he was also going to be talking to grace, to explain everything to her.

she was grateful while talking to him on the phone, grateful for you and marc for making sure his son was safe.

you both walked up to the door and marc knocked, only waiting a couple seconds before the door opened.

grace had answered the door, and she gave a genuine smile to both of you.

it was small, but it was there.

“come in, there are snacks if you’d like any” grace says gently, gesturing for you and marc to come inside and you do.

you just stood in the foyer, while marc and grace stood talking in hushed voices at the island that was in the middle of the kitchen.

grace looked to you for a moment before smiling again.

“casper is in his room. he mentioned wanting to talk to you” she says and you nod, slowly making your way inside the house and towards casper’s door.

you heard grace and marc talking, but you didn’t want to know what they were saying.

it was probably bad anyways.

casper’s door was only open a sliver, and you just stood there staring at it for a second before knocking on the doorframe.

you heard movement until the door opened, and you were face to face with casper.

he surprisingly grinned at you and opened the door wider for you to come in, so you do hesitantly and silently.

“casper.. i’m sorry-“

“don’t. don’t even start” he begins, so you sigh and hold up the flowers.

“i got these for you. it’s- it’s stupid..” you shake your head, deciding to stare down at your shoes.

casper takes them from your hand gently, and after that you put your hands in your pockets.

he smiles and stares down at them, recognizing them. “my favorite. you remembered” he says and you nod, avoiding looking at him at all.

“it’s literally the least i could do” you mumble.

“you remembered because you’re a good person” casper points out and you scoff.

“i wasn’t a good person when i murdered someone in front of you” you start, and casper’s smile fades. “you almost died just because you know me” you finally look up to him.

“it wasn’t your fault, you didn’t know-“

“casper stop! do you know what that would’ve done?! if you died?!” you exclaim, making him just stare in silence to let you finish your rant.

“think about your family, it would’ve torn them apart. you are all they have, and i almost took that away” you take a heavy breath.

“and it would’ve been on me. i’m lucky marc got there in time or.. you would’ve..” you can’t finish the sentence, and that’s when casper sets the flowers down on his desk to come up to you, taking your shoulders in his hands.

“but it didn’t happen that way-“

“why aren’t you mad at me?” you cut him off and he blinks at you a few times, making you think of the worst.

“you’re scared of me” you state and casper’s eyes widen.

“no i’m not! i could never” he shakes his head, but you give him a look.

“casper.. i…. i think we should maybe.. take a break. see other people” you change the subject and you could almost hear his heart stop.

“..what..? you don’t-“

“you’re not safe with me, you’d be better off with somebody else” you feel tears gather in your eyes.

“i don’t want somebody else, i want you” he argues but you take his hands off your shoulders.

“but i put you in danger, you have to understand that” you try to reason and he shakes his head with a stern look on his face.

“i am in love with you, y/n!” he raises his voice, making your mouth snap shut to listen to him.

“i- i wouldn’t be able to do this without you, and nothing can change that. ever”

“i killed someone, casper” you say quietly but he just scoffs.

“he was already dead to begin with, and he was manipulating you, and you know it” he starts. “he wanted you to ‘lose’ everything so that you would join them” he puts the word lose in air quotes.

you just stare up and nod slowly.

“i’m sorry” you let a tear fall halfway down your cheek. “i’m so sorry” casper pulls you to him gently, wrapping his arms around you while you bury your face in his neck.

you feel yourself choke on a sob before throwing your arms around casper’s neck while you freely cry into his shoulder.

casper was perfectly patient. he waited for you to calm down, and he would wait as long as it took no matter what.

it was only 5 minutes that went by where you made no move to detach yourself from him, but you did so eventually.

you refused to look up at him though, opting to stare at the floor again.

“please look at me” casper whispers, not able to bring his voice any louder.

he had tears in his eyes as well, but he refused to let them fall.

you slowly look up to him, so that you were looking him in the eye.

“say it wasn’t your fault. i need you to mean it this time” he tells you, and you hesitate before opening your mouth, bottom lip still wobbling.

“i.. it wasn’t my fault” you say quietly while bringing your arms around yourself to appear smaller.

“you saved me. you and your dad, you’re both heroes” he tells you and you look back up at him.

“are you sure?” you ask and he nods, lifting his hands up to hold your face in them.

“i’ve never been more sure about anything in my life” he tells you honestly.

you felt yourself smile a bit against your will, so you lean forward quickly to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

casper smiles at you, and takes you into another hug, this time you smile as well.

“i’m so glad you’re okay. i promise i’ll never let that happen again, i swear” you tell him and he nods.

“i’m counting on it” casper grins.

~~~

meanwhile with grace and marc, she was explaining how the whole situation wasn’t a big deal since casper was saved, but there was another issue.

reginald.

he acted as if he didn’t care that his son almost died, which broke graces heart.

she loved her kids, but reginald didn’t even try with them. always pointing out their mistakes and dragging them down.

he hasn’t even been home, claiming to be on a business trip.

“it’s hard because i can’t find a decent paying job, and reginald is our only source of income” grace starts.

“if i could have it my way, i would’ve left him a long time ago. he just.. he has a hold over me” she sighs and marc nods.

“if you need a place to stay with no strings attached, i know someone who could help you out” he says softly and grace smiles gratefully at him.

“as much as i’d like to, i can’t. it was til death do us part, and besides this is the only place my children have known” she explains.

“if you’re sure then i won’t pressure you, but if you change your mind our door is always open” marc tells her and she nods.

that was when you and casper both came out of his room, and marc looked at you with that one look on his face.

you just raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a thumbs up with pursed lips.

“i’m guessing it went well?” grace asks, noticing the flowers casper had in his hand.

well, the hand that wasn’t holding yours.

you could tell marc was about to say something, but his phone, which was sitting face up on the arm of the couch next to him started ringing, and it displayed a name you didn’t recognize.

marc’s eyes widened a fraction and turned his phone to silent, slipping it into his pocket.

he cleared his throat. “well uh.. we better get going then” marc starts. “you both need to actually go to school tomorrow” he finishes his sentence while getting up.

grace gave him a thankful smile, to which he returned it.

“thank you grace, for understanding the situation” marc says, coming towards you to guide you towards the door, causing you to leave casper’s side to follow.

you could barely say goodbye to casper or grace before marc rushed the both of you out, speed walking down the sidewalk while marc’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

“marc, who’s elias?” you ask but he doesn’t answer.

elias. the name that was displayed on the screen of marcs phone.

you didn’t know anyone by the name, and you were almost sure he didn’t either.

well, not so sure now.

“marc-“

“nobody, let’s just get home”

“but-“

“y/n please” he breaths out and you nod once.

“sorry” you mumble, and he just keeps walking.

~~~

marc had gone to take a call about a half hour ago.

he locked himself in the bathroom to talk to whoever this was and you could count the amount of times he said something decent on one hand.

though it was a bit muffled through the door, you could hear that he tried to keep quiet and ended up gritting out words through his teeth.

you heard him mention steven a few times too.

you really weren’t trying to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help that you had extremely sensitive hearing now.

you could even hear neighbors washing dishes.

about a floor below you.

marc frustratingly unlocks the door and walks out, making eye contact with you.

“how much did you hear?” he questions and you shrug.

“close to nothing” you say semi honestly.

he just shortly nods and you notice a change in posture before realizing that jake was the one coming over to sit next to you.

“i hope marc knows i didn’t mean to upset him earlier” you speak into the air.

“he does” marc himself speaks up.

“..he’s having a rough time right now, princesa. it’s..” jake tries to find the right words but just ends up completely rewording it.

“it’s his father. his- our? father is who marc was on the phone with” jake starts to explain.

“and we haven’t seen him since.. since well… wendy’s shiva” he tells you in a more hushed voice.

you nod and look down at your knees, just thinking.

you should never have said anything. it’s not like you knew but you were insensitive.

“but you didn’t go in, is that why you don’t want to see him?” steven asks marc.

“well that and the fact that y/n has to go to school tomorrow” he starts and you sigh. “she already missed her first day and i can’t just leave her here by herself”

“what if i went with you?”

“you’d miss more school”

“well yeah, but marc think about it” you begin. “he probably misses you. how would you feel if i disappeared for years?”

marc stays quiet so you take that as a silent win.

“that’s different. and i’m not telling you how because you saw it” he tells you.

you looked down in thought while jake wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him.

“are you.. are you sure you’d want to come with?” marc asks quietly and you nod, looking at him through a small handheld mirror on the coffee table.

he just sighs and brings his hands up to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“fuck it” he scoffs at himself. “we’re going to america”

~~~

so that’s how you ended up where you were now.

in a private jet that jake somehow owned, claiming he knew a guy.

your first time in a plane was to go to america while marc was having an internal crisis.

he sat across from you staring out of the window while you chewed on some ice to try and get your ears back to normal after they popped when you took off.

you felt terrible leaving casper, but he told you it was completely fine and he’ll be there waiting for when you get back.

but first you made him promise to be safe and have some sort of weapon on him just in case on his walk to school the next day.

you both already missed your first day of senior year, and now you were missing your second and possibly third.

all because of the situation.

you didn’t feel like thinking about it right now or ever again just for the sake of your sanity.

what you had to think about was the fact that he wasn’t lying when he said he loved you and it was okay.

“so, first time in america, yeah? me too- well- not exactly actually” steven starts, but ends up mumbling to himself.

“what state are we going to?” you ask and steven stops mumbling to answer.

“illinois. chicago to be specific” he starts. “i only remember some things, but i’m sure you’ll enjoy it” he gives you a lopsided smile.

“and are we there yet?”

“about 30 minutes”

you groan out of annoyance at his answer, and lean your head back in your seat.

“jake how did you even afford this?” you ask, referring to the private plane you were currently in.

“i maxed out marc’s credit card a couple years ago” he chuckles to himself.

“i’m sorry, years?” marc scolds his alter. “you’re an ass, you know that?”

“si”

marc just shakes his head then looks to you.

“i can’t believe i’m letting you take a day off school to make me talk to my father” he scoffs. “i mean, the last time i saw him i was drinking outside.. and then i.. that’s when…” you could tell he wasn’t exactly comfortable going into detail about the subject.

“you don’t have to tell me what happened” you start. “what was he like?” you ask instead, hoping he’ll think of good memories.

you felt terrible for marc. ever since you both saw each other’s memories you’ve felt so bad.

he didn’t deserve it, and it certainly wasn’t his fault.

he deserved so much better and he still does. you can tell that he’s suffering a bit inside.

“he always made sure i had a decent birthday, that’s for sure” he smiles to himself. “it would just be me and him in that moment”

“guess you both have something in common, huh?” you ask rhetorically and marc breaks out in a grin.

“i suppose so” he lets out a single laugh.

“i haven’t told him about you though. i was going to surprise him but.. i don’t know how he’ll react. i don’t even know why he decided to call now of all times”

“i’m sure he has a good reason.. maybe he thought you hated him” you suggest.

“what? that’s crazy i could never” marc defends himself.

“well you kinda just disappeared, mate” steven cuts in and marc shrugs.

“i was trying to give you a good life, so you can’t be pissed at me” marc says and you can see steven smiling in the windows reflection.

“so he does show emotion. i see” he says, causing marc to roll his eyes.

this is going to be a long half hour.

~~~

“oh and another thing- cars driver on the opposite sides of the road. can you believe that?” steven rants as the two of you get off the plane at a private runway somewhere in the middle of chicago.

“that’s.. pretty weird, yeah” you agree, seeing a cab pull up next to the exit.

jake fronted and guided you towards it, and you watched a man step out.

the man just gave a single nod to jake before walking away to god knows where.

jake just smiled and waved.

you got into the car, per jakes request and he glanced at you before starting the car.

“thank you for bringing me” you start, earning the attention from marc and steven.

“i know it probably hard for you” you say while looking to marc. “but uhm.. i guess i’ll be the one protecting you this time”

marc just lets out a single laugh, and shakes his head.

“i’ll be okay. we’ll be okay, i mean” he tells you and you nod.

~~~

“is that it?” you ask, looking to the house marc was staring at.

marc fronted right after jake parked, as promised.

“..yeah” he answers.

“…so are you working up the courage to get out of the car?” you ask rhetorically and marc rolls his eyes.

“no, i just regret this already” he mumbles, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door, you doing the same.

jake parked across the street, so you both had to cross the road to get to marc’s old home.

he walked as slow as he could on the road, which had almost no cars parked or driving.

he held your hand tightly in his as you walked up the couple steps.

you look to marc and see that he just stared at the door while biting down on his bottom lip.

that was a nervous habit of his, so you squeezed his hand a bit to get his attention.

he looks to you with a small but grateful smile, and takes a deep breath.

“alright, it’s now or never” he slowly brings his other hand up to turn it into a fist and knock on the door.

he seemed to tense after he did, and that’s when you heard quiet footsteps approaching from inside.

you could hear marc’s heartbeat too, and if it were any faster you’d fear for his life.

the door clicks twice before slowly opening, which revealed a man in thick framed glasses.

he reminded you of steven a bit.

he looked almost shocked to see marc, but smiles at him nonetheless.

but when his eyes shifted down to you, he looked almost confused before turning back to marc.

“you really came” he says, and marc gives a single nod.

“i had to. you.. you didn’t do anything wrong. it’s the least i can do” marc tells him quickly, and the man smiles at him before looking back to you.

“who’s this?” he asks, pointing to you.

marc squeezes your hand before answering. “this is my daughter y/n” he starts. “and y/n, this is my father, elias” he introduces.

elias breaks out into a grin, and holds a gentle hand out to you, to which you take it in your own to give a solid shake.

“it’s great to meet you- here, both of you come in, it’s getting cold out” elias offers, so you both go inside.

marc seemed more chill than you thought, since when you were on the plane you and steven made a plan where he would say positive affirmations if he noticed marc getting upset.

you all ended up around the living area, you and marc next to each other on a small couch and elias across you both in an armchair.

“..so, is she laylas?” elias asks gently and marc shakes his head.

“not exactly. we adopted her” he answers and elias raises an eyebrow.

“how long?”

“well we’ve known her since april, and we adopted her in august” marc starts, getting more comfortable. “technically she’s steven and jakes daughter too”

“now i know steven, but who’s jake? is he.. another one” elias asks, trying his best not to be too unknowingly offensive.

marc didn’t take it that way though, and answered. “yeah, jake just kind of appeared one day. and y/n here knew about it and didn’t care to tell us” marc elbows you in the ribs after he was done talking.

you turn to glare at marc, and he just smiles obnoxiously at you.

“would either of you like something to drink?” elias asks, and marc stands up hesitantly with a single nod.

“i can get water for all of us” he volunteers and you smile.

elias smiles as well gratefully. “the cups are all in the same place” he says and marc nods again, leaving the room.

now it was just you and marc’s dad. you could tell he was soft spoken, and most of all you could tell how much he had missed marc.

“you know.. i never expected marc to have kids. a daughter especially” elias tells you and you tilt your head a bit.

“he used to think kids were to fragile for this world. that they were perfect targets” he starts and sighs. “and i believe him. i hated lying to him every time i said his mother would get better”

“you knew? and you didn’t do anything about it?” you ask and elias panics before continuing.

“i did do something about it, i- i couldn’t do anything when i wasn’t home, but if i didn’t go to work everyday my boy would starve. both of them” he says quickly and you understand.

you take it upon yourself to change the subject. “so.. what was marc like as a kid?” you ask, hoping to get some dirt on him.

elias just chuckles before answering. “he used to make fun of his brothers drawing because they were always the same. a fish with only one fin”

that made you perk up. “steven had a fish with only one fin. his name was gus. but he died so now we have a gus the second. with two fins” you basically vomit words while elias smiled at you.

“and how is steven?” he asks.

“he’s good, he’s a nerd and he’s great at cooking even though he’s a vegan. he also had an identity crisis because a long time ago, he didn’t even know marc” you start ranting, and elias is delighted to listen.

“he did have a hard time with the whole khonshu thing though. and he never leaves them alone with moon knight business” you say, referring to khonshu.

“i’m sorry.. moon knight? are you saying that my son is moon knight?” elias asks and your eyes widen.

“no. he’s- i didn’t say he was moon knight” you gaslight, and you can tell he was not believing you at all.

on that note, marc decides to come back in with three glasses of water.

“what’d you guys talk about?” marc asks and you shake your head at elias, hoping he’ll get the message.

“just.. you” he answers and you let out a sigh of relief, taking the water from marc.

“why did you invite me here?” marc asks bluntly.

“i figured you would actually do it now. and i didn’t know if you were still in the marines” elias responds.

“i’ve been out of it for a long time” marc starts. “so why now?” he repeats and elias doesn’t respond.

“kid, why don’t you go wait outside for a bit” marc tells you rather than asking, and you sigh, getting up with a sorry look to elias.

after you were outside, you sat on the first step after closing the door, wondering what marc had to say that he couldn’t in front of you.

khonshu appeared to sit next to you, still towering over you in height.

“hey, i want to say thank you before i forget again” you immediately say to him, to which he tilts his head in confusion.

“for what, child?” he asks and you let out a breath, furrowing your brows right after.

“for saving marc. even if it was just to get another protecter of the night” you start. “you were a manipulative psycho but you still saved him” you look up at khonshu.

he simply nods and looks away from you. “i chose him for two reasons” he begins. “to protect the travelers of the night, and because i knew he was the best candidate. both- all of them” it wasn’t like the god to stammer over his words like that, but he did anyways.

“don’t tell him- them i said that” he tells you, and you nod, making a zipping motion over your lips.

“i won’t, promise. just thank you again, without marc or steven or jake, i would probably be dead in a ditch somewhere” you shrug.

“i doubt that very much” khonshu ends the conversation there, and that’s almost the best he can do with compliments.

with khonshu, what he said basically meant that he believes you could handle yourself just fine.

you and khonshu sat in comfortable silence for about five minutes before the door behind you opened again, revealing marc who was gesturing for you to come back inside.

and you were grateful because it was cold out. you quickly waved to khonshu before getting back up and following marc inside.

you didn’t want to pry, so you refrained from asking marc what happened.

you were now sat back down in the same spots as before, but it was a little less tense. whatever needed to be said or argued was over and both marc and his father were now good.

“so i have a few photo albums if-“

“no” marc interrupts and elias just smiles.

“or you can show her your room?” he offers instead, giving you and marc both an opportunity to be alone.

marc just lets out a breath and purses his lips before basically dragging you back up again to hesitantly bringing you up the stairs.

you sort of recognized the entrance to marc’s old room from when you saw his memories, but saw that a few things were different.

like the walls, they were lighter and more vibrant than you remembered, making the whole house just a bit more comfortable.

marc stopped you before turning to the door. “i don’t remember how i left it. and he said that he hasn’t gone in since i left” he starts, referring to his dad. “so just- don’t make fun of me, okay?” you sense a bit of self consciousness in marc’s voice, so you wordlessly nod.

he opens to door and peaks in before letting you come in as well, watching as you wandered in, eyes going immediately to the poster at the wall.

at the top was ‘tomb buster’ in large print, and in the bottom left corner was what looked like a quote.

‘when danger is here, steven grant has no fear’

you looked back at marc, and saw him already looking at you.

“he had to come from somewhere, right?” you ask and you hear steven stifle a laugh.

“you’re having a better reaction than i did” steven starts. “i always thought i was just me, but it turned out that.. marc just made me up” he tells you and you nod with your eyes cast down towards the floor.

“we talked it all out of course, it was just.. a lot” steven finishes and you nod again.

you then started looking around elsewhere, to which to found a small stack of white paper, all with what appeared to be the same drawing.

all goldfish. with one fin.

you could still sense marc’s eyes on you, so you took no surprise when he spoke up.

“my.. my brother drew those” he starts, voice quiet and timid.

you turn to him to pay attention fully. marc just stared at the picture on top, seeing that it looked like the exact one his brother drew the day he passed.

“i would do anything to go back and change it” he sighs and you walk up closer to him.

“i just hope he knows how much i love him” marc directs towards you with downturned brows.

you just smile sadly up at him. “he knows” you start. “i can sense it”

marc takes that as the go ahead to reach forward and pull you into a hug.

you wrap your arms around is waist to hold onto the back of his shirt.

you felt his shoulders shake a few times while one of his hands traveled up to the back of your head to keep you close to him.

you just held marc for as long as he needed, before there was a small knock at the doorframe.

“oh- i’m sorry for interrupting” elias apologizes, while marc let’s go of you to wipe at his eyes.

“that’s alright” he mumbles and you bring your hands to your pockets.

“i don’t know how long you’re both staying, but i can order some food for you both” elias offers and marc nods.

“i can pay you back”

“that’s alright, it’s the least i can do” elias seems delighted by his choice to stay, and you don’t blame him.

“so what are you both in the mood for?”

~~~

you sat next to marc on one side of the dinner table, while elias sat on the other.

before you ate, both marc and elias did a short blessing to which you waited the patient ten seconds before eating.

you didn’t have much, since you didn’t exactly feel too hungry since just hours earlier both you and casper were having a crisis.

“so y/n shared some interesting news with me earlier” elias starts. “about.. you” he looks to marc who’s darting his eyes to you.

“what was it?” marc asks, and you stare down at your plate in silence.

“she may have accidentally told me that you were…. moon knight- but don’t blame her, she didn’t know that i didn’t know” elias defends you, and marc sighs tiredly.

“well she’s arachnid” he mutters childishly, following the sentence by taking a sip of water from his cup.

“oh i’ve heard of her, i saw her get hit by a car- are you okay?” elias directs the question at you and you shrug.

“mentally or physically?” you ask, and marc elbows you in the ribs, making you wheeze.

elias just watches in amusement. he’d honestly think the two of you acted more like siblings than a father and daughter.

he could see the resemblance between you two by the way you acted. you were completely comfortable with each other and it showed.

“wait- who do you like better? arachnid or that lame ass moon knight?” you ask, earning a scoff from marc.

“watch your language” he grits out.

elias just chuckles. “don’t take this too personally, son, but arachnid is cooler” he answers and you start laughing at the betrayal on marcs face.

marc just shoves you, almost falling off your chair before shooting a web out at his arm so you could pull yourself back up.

he rips the webs off of his sleeve to shove them down the back of your shirt, making you gasp and smack him in the arm.

“douche” you mumble, then look to elias who had a wide smile on his face. “sorry” you say, referring to the language.

“it’s perfectly fine”

now even though you had no idea what went down when you were outside, and realistically marc still has some sort of grudge but you sensed something different now.

he was less tense, as if he had gotten closure. and some selfish part of you thought you were a part of why he got said closure.

now, you and marc had left that night after elias confirmed that you were an official spector now.

it warmed your heart, along with marc’s dads.

he was so happy to find out he had a granddaughter, since he never thought marc would have any kids after what happened with his brother.

marc also happened to go back into the house and take those pictures that roro had drawn all those years ago.

he would keep them safe and cherish them forever.

just like he did with you.

marc had felt almost complete now that almost everyone important in his life had all met.

now all that’s left is for him to help you.

but how would he do that?

were you going to possibly make another stop before you go home?

only your dads know the answer to that.

and that’s how it will stay just until the time comes.

~~~

A/N : sorry this took so long i’m just busy so bear with me. also this chapter is very centered around marc, so the next one with have more of steven and jake. love you guys!!!

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