baby scarab || 29
anon - reader giving steven little pats? he deserves them 😌💕 doing late night legos with him? LETTING HIM HOLD ONE OF THE PLUSHIES WHILE THEY TAKE A NAP TOGETHER?? 😩😩😩
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anon - Hey!! By any chance do you think you could have the boys comforting reader with a stomach migrane(basically really bad stomach pain that nothing really helps it and often can throw up wether from pain or just nausea) I have one and its prob gonna last a few days lol T-T
Feel free to deny or ignore this, no pressure what do ever!! :D
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anon - Love your baby scarab series!! Idk if Y/N gets sick anymore bc of the spider bite but it would be fun to imagine the boys freaking out when Y/N has a fever and is delirious lol
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A/N : funky time
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A/N : busy busy chapter. never be afraid to leave requests!! and dont worry if you dont see yours for a while, if i havent answered it, that means im working on it.
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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, sickness, mentions of violence. let me know if i missed anything
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you and steven were cleaning up from dinner, you and the guys haven’t talked more about why you distanced yourself for a couple days.
and like everyone has said, they understood.
you were drying the dishes while steven washed them.
“so what’s in the bag?” marc asks you, and you turn to face him in the window.
“just something i picked up” you respond, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.
“it’s dumb so don’t worry about it” you say quickly and set a now dry plate down to reach over to the next one.
“i’m sure it’s not” marc starts. “but you don’t have to show us if you don’t want to” he finishes and you smile to yourself.
it’s quiet for about a minute until jake speaks up. “so are you dating ese niño?” he asks and you cringe.
“no- maybe- i don’t know” you stutter, and jake chuckles.
“but you want to”
you don’t say anything, while you angrily dry the dishes.
“stop making that face, he’s just being a dick” marc tells you and you chuckle.
“still a hypocrite” you respond, earning a scoff from marc.
~~~
after finishing the dishes, you and steven were on the couch watching your favorite show while he asked you what was happening every five seconds.
it amazed you how dumb he could be sometimes.
only with non boomer things though, he was really smart otherwise.
you all had been so engaged in just watching tv, that you didn’t even notice khonshu perched on the top of the couch also watching.
you suddenly felt light headed, and sat up completely compared to being leaned up against steven, him looking to you in worry.
“you alright?” he asks, marc and jake suddenly focusing on you too.
“yeah.. i just feel weird all of a sudden” you say, and you take a few deep breaths before getting the chills.
you shiver and steven sits up properly so that he could try and figure out what was wrong.
“my head feels weird” you mutter, steven getting up to get you some medicine.
“i’ll be right back” he tells you right before he leaves.
you just feel out of place right now, for some reason.
like your body is trying to decide wether you’re sick or not.
you feel kind of sick, but not sick at all at the same time, frankly it was confusing.
steven came back with medicine and a thermometer, while you just stared at him with squinted eyes.
“why’s it so bright in here?“ you ask him, your own voice sounding loud in your ears.
“it’s.. not?” he starts, handing you the thermometer.
“under your tongue” he reminds you and you stick it in your mouth, under your tongue like steven told you.
you both waited for a couple minutes before you got bored and yanked it out of your mouth, seeing your temperature to be 104.7.
“oh shit i’m dead” you go completely limp, falling onto steven.
“wait wait wait- what?” he asks confused, taking the thermometer from you and panicking once he saw it.
“holy mother of god, are you okay?” he feels your head, it being way hotter than usual.
“fuck” he mutters and you gasp dramatically, sitting back up.
“steven said a no no word” you look to marc and jake who were eyeing you weirdly.
“guys- did you hear it?” you ask both of them and they nod with small smiles.
“yeah.. we heard it” marc mumbles and you start laughing.
“what just happened? did she take drugs?” steven asks, looking at your eyes for any sign of drug use.
“no, we would’ve noticed sooner” jake says.
“maybe it’s the spider bite” khonshu pipes up, making everyone look to him.
“it would make sense that it would protect her from sickness” he starts. “but she would still feel tired” he elaborates and steven nods.
“that makes sense, yeah?” he asks jake and marc, who both shrug.
you were still sitting up, squinting at the ceiling. “do you think khonshu has ever pecked somebody’s eyes out?” you ask steven, turning to face him.
“like in the birds?” you clarify and he looks at khonshu who was nodding.
“no- no he hasn’t” he shakes his head.
khonshu bangs his stick on the ground out of anger while you reach your hand out for the medicine steven brought you.
he opens the bottle and puts two pills in your hand, and shoves a bottle of water into your lap.
you scoff and open the water, sticking the pills in your mouth and swallowing them.
“i feel like i got hit by a car again” you mutter, steven looking to you in a panic.
“wait- again?!” he asks, and you nod, lifting up your shirt do that you could show him where the bruises were- since they were already healed.
“i got hit righttttt, here” you point to your ribs and put your shirt back down, ignoring the look that marc was giving you.
“and when was this?” marc says in his interrogator voice.
“ay ay ay..” jake shakes his head.
“it was when i stopped the robbers” you tell him excitedly.
“they reversed their car and then i got hit. nobody got it on camera though” you sigh disappointedly.
“good thing they didn’t otherwise you guys would’ve found out” you sigh.
the three of them just stare at you like you’re crazy.
“okay- but how did you not get some kind of infection?” marc asks and you hum in thought.
“my guy in the chair” you answer, earning a groan from marc.
“and who is your guy in the chair?”
“casper”
“of fucking course it’s casper”
“hey- everybody just chill the ‘f’ out” steven starts. “she’s fine now, just clearly not right in the head at the moment”
“i’m never right in the head” you glare at the floor.
“yes you are” steven says quickly and you smile to yourself.
“it’s almost just like she was when she was sick last time, we can handle it” steven says.
“but this time we have to make sure that khonshu doesn’t tell her she’s going to lay eggs” marc scoffs.
“yeah, she woke up later that night crying because she was seriously convinced she was going to lay eggs” steven replies, marc nodding along.
“i’m not fucking stupid, i know i don’t lay eggs” you speak up, and steven gives you a look.
“watch your language” steven murmurs, but you still hear it.
you just smile innocently at him and take a breath.
“shh” you shush him, and he scoffs. “you’re so loud” you cover your ears.
“do you think her abilities are acting up?” steven asks marc and jake.
“probably” “si” they both answer at the same time.
“y/n, darling” steven starts. “how can i help you?” he says in a quiet voice, as to not hurt you further.
you still heard him perfectly even though your hands are covering your ears.
“do i still have pop tarts here?” you ask and steven nods.
“can you please get some?” you ask again an get another nod.
steven gets up to get you pop tarts while your hearing calms down, not expecting what was next.
you sniff and smell marshmallows as steven gets back.
“thank you- and do you happen to have marshmallows here?” you question and steven shakes his head.
“i can smell marshmallows” you clarify, and marc makes a face.
“what? but we don’t even have any marshmallows here” he tells you and you shake your head.
“i know but they’re coming from-“ you look to khonshu.
“i knew you ate them” you tell the tall bird, and he shrugs.
“no i didn’t” he denies it and you wave him off.
“dude you literally smell like them” you start. “and that’s a compliment because you usually smell like a corpse” you chuckle to yourself while marc laughs at the insult.
“shut it, tiny spector” he grits out at you and you just laugh harder.
“yo, i can smell sand too” you notice and you see all three of the guys giving you weird looks.
“you can actually smell sand?” marc asks and you nod.
“there’s probably still some under the worms bed” jake suggests and steven scoffs.
you sit there for a minute while your sense of smell goes back down to its new normal, wonders which sense would be heightened next.
you rip open your bag of pop tarts, almost sending them flying across the room.
“god damnit” you mutter, steven chuckling at you.
“i will hit you” you threaten, angrily eating the pop tart.
“ooh so scary” marc says from the mirror on the coffee table.
you glare at him and flip him off before rolling your eyes.
“what would you like for supper tonight?” steven changes the subject.
you think about it for a second while chewing on your pop tart.
“‘m not hungry” you say, while taking another bite of your snack.
“you are literally eating a pop tart right now” marc points out and you shake your head.
“but after that im not hungry” you say.
“well, dinner is in a few hours so what do you want” jake cuts in and you hum in thought again.
“i know what she wants” jake says with a small smirk.
you look at him curiously as marc gives him a warning look.
“she wants casper, isn’t it obvious?” he chuckles and you gasp dramatically.
“why are you like this?” you ask, and jake snickers at you.
“you’re too easy”
“am not”
“are too”
“no-“
“you both need to shut up” marc says, and you glare and jake, to which he glares right back.
you just huff and look away from everyone, closing your eyes while you chew on your pop tart.
“why do you think nobody adopted me?” you ask suddenly, surprising even yourself with the sudden question.
“i mean i was in foster homes almost all my life, so how come nobody wanted me?” you expand the question.
“maybe they knew that we’d want you” marc speaks up, surprising you.
“they were idiots, but we’re glad you didn’t get adopted. if that sounds right, you know what i mean” he explains further and you snort.
“i didn’t think i was that bad as a kid” you tell them.
“you’re still a kid” marc reminds you and you scoff.
“am not”
“are too”
“am not”
“are too-“
“shut up, knobhead” steven directs it at marc and you chuckle.
“yeah shut up” you add on.
“you too, y/n” steven adds even further and you make a face.
you lean back into the couch and pull your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of one of them.
“are you cold?” steven asks and you nod, feeling him get up off the couch and shuffle stuff around in his closet.
you bring your head up when stevens back with one of his barely used sweaters in his arms.
“would you like to use this?” he asks and you nod, making grabby hands towards it.
steven chuckles and tosses it onto you, so that completely passed your hands and lands on your head.
you yank it off you and pat down your hair, it being a bit static-y.
steven comes and sits back down next to you, while you slide the sweater over your head.
once it was completely on, you leaned to the side so that your head was on stevens shoulder.
“is the medicine helping?” he asks you and you nod.
“that’s good” he says to himself. “are you tired?” another nod.
“get back to sleep, kid” marc speaks up, and you nod again tiredly, letting steven move you so that your laying your head in his lap.
marc and jake just observe as steven runs his fingers lightly through your hair, while you work on trying to fall asleep.
which happens pretty quick because of the medicine and the calming sensation of steven playing with your hair.
you were also very comfortable at the moment. stevens sweater was fairly large compared to your own, which was comforting since it felt like they were all just hugging you as you lay there.
“i’m glad she’s back” jake says almost right after you were asleep.
he could tell you were asleep by the way your breathing slowed and you unconsciously leaned deeper into steven, and also clutching his sweater in your hands.
“yeah, we are too” marc speaks for himself and steven.
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steven didn’t mind letting you sleep on him for the hour that you did.
he found it calming after you’d been away for a while.
you eventually stirred awake, right around the time steven would make dinner.
although the three had switched a couple times to be closer to you, steven ended up being the one fronting when you woke up.
“feel better?” jake asks and you groggily nod as you sit up, now leaning against stevens arm.
he chuckles and taps your shoulder the best he can.
“you have to get up darling, i have to make supper” he tells you and you nod, sitting up completely and taking in a few deep breaths.
“i’ve decided that i’ll just make your favorite for you. as a ‘welcome back’” you both chuckle at his statement.
“if you want, you can set the table when you wake up completely” he tells you and you nod, and stretch as he gets up and goes to the kitchen.
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you did end up setting the table, after you completely woke up of course.
you were both eating dinner now, just chatting about whatever.
“so who kissed first, you or casper?” steven asks calmly and you almost choke on your food.
“i’m not answering that” you say, taking a sip of your juice that steven had for you in his fridge.
“aw come on” he teases. “it’s cute”
“no it’s not” you cough, trying to get him to drop it.
“okay fine” he says and you let out a sigh of relief.
“thank god” you hear marc groan, making you chuckle.
“why do you even want to know so bad?” you ask out of genuine curiosity.
“because he’s a lip virgin, so he’s curious about what it’s like” marc answers for him and steven gives him an offended look.
“hey- i’m not.. i’m not a lip virgin” he cringes while you try your best to ignore both of them.
“yes you are”
steven stays quiet after that, deciding not to fuel the fire.
you’re surprised you hadn’t lost your appetite.
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the night went by fast, you and steven cleaned up and now you were on the verge of passing out again, this time scrolling on tik tok while laying with steven in the bed.
“if you’re tired, you should turn that off” he advises and you reluctantly do as he said, tossing the phone to the ceiling and sticking it there with webs.
“don’t worry, it won’t fall” you say tiredly, while steven eyes it wearily.
“if you say so” he mutters, bringing you closer to him.
you wrap an arm around stevens chest, while your head rested in between his chin and his collarbone, and it was still comfortable for both of you.
“goodnight, kid” marc says and you just hum, already almost asleep again.
the three guys just engage in quiet conversation as well, until they all got tired too.
it was almost 11 when you fell asleep, and almost 12 when they did.
and you all stayed asleep, right?
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wrong.
you woke up at two in the morning because you were bored.
well, that and your stomach hurt really bad. like someone was stabbing you.
you looked at web md on stevens phone and diagnosed yourself with stomach cramps.
so you carefully peeled yourself off steven to go get your bag that was discarded on the floor.
you reached into it and grabbed the legos you bought, the original purpose being a peace offering.
but now you were bored and awake so why not just build it on the coffee table.
and it would’ve all gone according to plan if steven hadn’t woken up.
“what on gods green earth are you doing?” he asks quietly, yet you still jump.
you stare at him for a second. “legos” is what you answer with and steven sits next you on the floor.
you were in a special position on the floor, for it made the nausea go away.
he picks up the box, and squints at the words to read it correctly.
“death star, huh?” he asks and you nod.
“3,803 pieces” you smile at him while he smiles back and gets up to get his glasses.
you know, because he’s a senior citizen.
he sits back down next to you, and you slide over the instructions, which were already about a third of the way done, so that he could see them.
“how’d you get this done so fast- how long have you been up?” he asks concerned.
you sheepishly smile at him and click more pieces into place.
“like a half hour” you say and he gives you a look from over the edge of his glasses.
“you need sleep” he tells you.
“so do you, grandpa” you deadpan and he smacks you in the arm lightly.
“what happened to you calling us ‘dad’?” he asks and you stop building the legos for a moment.
you don’t answer and just keep building them.
“don’t be embarrassed” steven continues and you sigh.
“i just.. i do see you guys as.. as my dads but it just- i’m not ready yet” you explain the best you can.
“that’s alright” steven assures you and you smile.
“you said ‘yet’, so that’s all that matters” he chuckles and you so the same.
steven debated on asking you a certain question, but decided against it to give you more time.
you guys built a lego death star until a bit past three in the morning.
you went back to bed after you were done, and slept in of course, but you couldn’t have been happier.
your weird sickness came and went as it pleased, certain abilities dialing up to more than eleven at certain moments.
but it was fine, because you had steven, jake, and marc.
and sometimes khonshu.
your dads and your angry grandpa.
your family.
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imma list all my superman//clark kent headcanons just bcuz (feel free to add yours)
he loves oriental food, especially Japanese. he probably has bentos with gohan and ramen for lunch on most days.
his eyes are so friggin blue and bright (and i mean, like, this shade of blue but shiny), that's what his glass's lenses are hiding mostly
we love a clark that gets flustered easily. superman might hide it better, but he blushes easily when people compliment him and would probably be deadpan when someone flirted with him for the first time
he probably mumbles a lot as clark kent as to "hide" the superman voice, possibly makes it sound less deep and assertive, which also connects to the next point
it's straight up canon that superman has "super-ventriloquism" and can project his voice very far and even change it. some people say that's just one of his powers, but I'd like to think clark just was a theatre kid at some point and kept what he learned
I don't think he has lungs. this is random and i have no proof of it, but he doesn't breathe like we do most of the time, so it's clear he stores air somehow else.
i can imagine young clark feeling conflicted in his puberty after the knowledge he can see through people's clothes. like, one day he's staring at his crush and imagines how it'd be if things got steamy between them and then he accidentally sees through and starts panicking, covering his eyes in shame and running away.
he has merch of all the justice league members aka his friends, but got his own because when others visited his apartment he would have to explain why he didn't like superman
the first time he saw someone with a broken bone or some internal injury he probably didn't understand there was something wrong cuz it's not like he goes around scanning healthy people. so he either learned with time and experience how an injured inside looks like, or he had to take nursing lessons. possibly from alfred.
he can be a cat person. i know he usually has dogs, like krypto, but the fact he takes the time to rescue kitties stuck in trees when he could be idk preventing an upcoming accident or smth shows he really cares about animals too. actually, he did try to become a veterinarian before journalism, but dropped out when he realized he'd have to see the poor things suffer on a daily basis
he never went to the beach. as a vacation, not as superman. and when he finally did, he didn't really find it as fun as he thought it would
he probably doesn't own any sneakers. by choice, really. i have no idea what he would wear on a sporty outing, but I'm guessing he'd either go with his social shoes or farm boots. literally no in-between.
he probably doesn't use earphones//headphones when listening to something on his cellphone or laptop. I'm sorry, clark can be a boomer too
probably know how to crochet or knit for absolutely no reason. he was bored one day and learned it
actually, complementing the last one, i think he has a lot of useless hobbies. his kryptonian brain probably processes everything faster, including boredom, so if he's chilling in his room at the middle of the night and has nothing to do, he'll superspeed a sweater into existence and idk do some origami birds and organize his rock collection, because he probably has a rock collection
anger issues. fanon usually forgets about this, but clark has a LOT of anger management issues. he punches his parents' house, a random tree, his sink, his eyes go red and while he can hold it for a while, he needs to do something to calm him down. probably one of his 10040297 hobies
i do not care WHAT proof you have, neither clark NOR superman cuss. not even if he's repeating a quote or singing a song. he'll just say "gosh darn it" or "great scott" (i still don't know who scott is) or "heck" or "flipping". if his anger is too big, he'll just get physical instead, but he'd never cuss lmao
he doesn't have a driver's license. he could get one if he tried, but he's pretty sure he'd either wreck his car with his hands or join in some traffic fight or get deaf with all the horns
I'm still not over the theatre kid thing-- he'd probably be in chess club as well and possibly, possibly play d&d with his friends. he probably was obsessed about it when it first came out.
he probably doesn't know many songs by heart, except for the ones his friends like.
you cannot convince me this man doesn't know how to play an acoustic guitar. I'm not being stereotypical with the country boy theme, i swear, but clark just looks like he's one of those friends who would take a guitar to a party or camp with his friends and hit some notes. again, from songs they know
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