Hey guys! This is my second fan-fiction account, my first one is You-Bloody-Shank. I am retiring the first one and starting from scratch, so you can find all of the fics that were on there, here now! Happy reading!!!
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Hiiiii, so this is my masterlist so far! I plan on writing a lot more and I hope to eventually take requests for fan fics. Let me know what you think about these and if you want to read anything specific. I like writing characters x teen/young adult reader but I am open to writing a lot of things, it just depends. Don't be afraid to request anything, you never know until you try!
anxious girly masterlist
this is a mini masterlist of fics that have mental health themes. it’s helpful to me to have them separate so i can easily go to them when needed. hopefully it helps you too <3.
Oh? You wanna skip a meal? What if BND Peter Parker is in his feral spider state and wants to fuck but you can't even get on top of him from how malnourished you are. Exactly. Choose recovery and lock in bitch.
''there is no righteousness in suffering alone and isolating yourself from everything is never the answer because you'll eventually start to lose sense of who you are as you spiral further into depression and suicidal ideation this is why you need to let people help you and allow yourself to believe in a better future even if it feels impossible at times''
well shit. it does have a good plot
edit: yes i know this is the theme not the plot. i wrote plot, you still get the point. deal with it
spiderman brand new day and the importance of care. mj not loving peter due to not knowing him, but still caring about him enough to invite him up, to draw him, to send frank to watch him, to give him advice and be concerned. ned not remembering what spiderman means to him, but trying to find him anyway to thank him. frank worrying about this kid who is determined to save everybody he possibly could. peter caring about jean grey, taking a bullet for her despite almost all his interactions with her being antagonistic, because she exists, and she deserves so much better. jean crying over peter getting shot, because he was kind and promised to be there for her and made good on that promise immediately, even though she ended up there because of him. new york and their care for spidey.
peter parker and his care for everybody- his family, his friends, people he has never met, people who have continually tried to hurt him.
spiderman: brand new day and the importance of care of any kind.
there’s just something so lovely about how a passionate kiss wasn’t enough to jog mj’s memories, but peter and ned’s secret handshake was more than enough for ned to start remembering, everybody say thank you to destin daniel cretton for showing that platonic love matters just as much and can also break any spell
One thing I love about Brand New Day is that Peter really does feel older. He's not a teenager anymore, he's an adult and an adult who has had to be entirely self-sufficient. And you feel that in the way he carries himself and the way he interacts with other characters, especially the detective and Frank.
I keep seeing people saying that peter and frank have a "father/son dynamic" or a "uncle/nephew dynamic" but you are all wrong. They have the dynamic of the older coworker that you are way to close with when you're in your 20s. We've all had that coworker. Thats your best friend kinda. But it only works in a work setting
Content: fluff, nightmare comfort, writing without plot, reverse comfort, best friends to lovers, comfort writing, writing because of writing, no use of y/n
Wc: 1.6K
Warning (kind of): For those who see this on their feet, I’m new to writing fics, so please be kind, critique is very welcome. Also, english isn’t my first language, please ignore any typos or other mistakes, thank you ∩^ω^∩
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It was almost midnight but Charlie’s room was still lit by the small bedside light. Charlie’s bedroom was always the room you slept in when you stayed at your best friend’s place, the burrow. Charlie was in romania most of the time anyway, so the room stayed empty and ready for any guests brought here from hogwarts.
You were cuddled up under several knitted blankets which Molly had happily provided you. The air smelled like wood and burned candles. The snow outside of the window was falling down to the ground silently.
But your eyes were glued to the book in your hands. You had been consumed by the pages all day, much to the disappointment of your best friends George and Fred who had hoped for a day filled with pranks and mischief. But every attempt to motivate you to a prank failed today. The story had consumed your mind entirely.
That was why you were still awake in the middle of the night, reading.
Even though the story was just starting to get interesting you paused your reading when you picked up a quiet creaking just outside of your door.
You looked up from the book. The door was closed all the way but a sliver of light was shining through the crack underneath the door. But there was nothing, no movement. Had you imagined the quiet sound. You already wanted to go back to your book when you heard the creak again. Your eyes snapped up and this time there was movement in the light under the door.
It looked like someone was standing outside your door. You were about to speak up when you were interrupted by a soft knock and then George’s voice, muffled through the thick wood. He called out your name quietly as though trying not to wake anyone.
You closed your book and propped yourself up on one elbow. “George?” You called back just as quietly.
There was a moment of silence before you heard George shift, making the old floor creak once more. “Yeah… can I come in?” He then asked quietly.
You were slightly surprised at his request but answered quickly. “Yeah, of course. Come in.”
George didn’t need to be told twice and carefully opened the door. Orange light spilled into the dim room and there he stood. George’s tall, lanky figure framed by the hallway light. But his posture was different than you were used to. He looked almost slouched forward, his shoulders were hanging slightly and the grin he always wore like an accessory was no where to be seen. Instead his eyes mirrored something soft, almost vulnerable.
“You okay?” You asked quietly while George still hadn’t moved. He tried to plaster a smile onto his lips but it didn’t seem real at all.
“Yeah…” he answered with an unconvincing voice. Your brows furrowed “You sure?” You gently pressed further. George’s smile faltered before he gave up his act and sighed “no… I uhm… I kinda had a nightmare…” he mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of his old quidditch shirt he had repurposed as a sleep shirt.
“A nightmare?” You asked with raised brows “I know, I know, you can make fun of me… but I just… can I just stay here for a bit?” He muttered, trying not to meet your eyes.
“Wasn’t going to make fun of you.” A soft smile spread over your lips. “Com’ere then.” You said, lifting the blankets up as a silent invitation. George’s eyes flickered to you but he hesitated a moment. You sighed “come on now, before my feet freeze off.” You offered him an encouraging smile and that seemed to do the trick.
Because the tall boy slowly closed the door behind himself and carefully walked closer to where you were laying.
He hesitated for another second before he climbed into bed with you. You hummed softly in satisfaction and pulled the blankets over George’s body, trying to cover every inch of him.
He was laying on his back stiff as a board while you shuffled around. When you settled back he turned his head with a small smile. “Thanks…” he said quietly. You smiled “Of course.” You answered in the same hushed tone.
You laid down on your side so you could watch his side profile. A comfortable silence settled over the both of you. You decided to let him be for a moment, giving him the chance to relax.
“Sorry” George finally whispered “I know it’s pathetic… that nightmare just- hit different.” He muttered. You shook your head softly “It’s not pathetic and you also don’t need to apologize.” You whispered in a soft tone. His eyes flickered to you om his left side before he let out a silent stream of air and shifted onto his side so he could look at you properly.
“Nightmares are human” you gave him a soft yet reassuring smile “you wanna talk about it?” You then offered but you could see the way his eyes flickered away from yours. “Or… we could just… you know… cuddle…” you then whispered.
Your words made his eyes flicker back to you, a relieved glimmer in his brown gaze. You got the message without words and chuckled softly. “Come here then.” You whispered and opened your arms. A small smile spread over George’s lips before shuffling closer until your arms could comfortably wrap around his torso.
He hesitantly moved his arms to wrap around your waist. His eyes moved up, meeting yours in a silent question if he was allowed to do that. When the only thing he saw was a gentle smile on your lips he slowly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer until your body was flush against his.
George shifted ever so slightly so he could bury his face into the crook of your neck. A soft sigh escaped your lips. You then buried your face into George’s ginger strands meanwhile your hand moved up to cradle the back of his head almost in a protective manner.
You could feel him swallow thickly as though he was holding back a wave of emotions. “You doin’ okay?” You whispered into his hair, your breath gently warming his scalp.
George nodded slightly against your neck “mhm…” He paused for a long moment before he spoke quietly, his voice muffled by your neck. “It’s just… I dreamed- I dreamed I lost you…” Even though his voice was quiet you could hear the slightest tremble in his words.
“Lost me?” You whispered, pulling back ever so slightly to look down at him. He looked up at you with watery eyes. “Yeah, like… properly lost you…” his arms tightened around your waist as if he couldn’t bare the thought of the events of his dream repeating. “And I couldn’t move…” he whispered, it was getting harder for him to speak as the emotions started to overwhelm him.
“Hey…” you whispered, cupping his cheek gently with one hand. “It was all fake. Your mind made it up.” You tried to reassure him while your thumb slowly brushed over his cheekbone.
“I know…” he whispered “Still…” his own hand reached up now, covering yours on his cheek, making your thumb pause. He then moved his hand slightly so he could lift yoyr and gently pushed his fingers between yours.
Your breath caught for a moment “George… what… what are you doing?” You whispered, watching his movements with surprise widened eyes.
He whispered your name, barely a breath, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.
His eyes flickered over your face as if he was looking at you for the first time in months. You could feel your cheeks starting to heat up as his eyes stopped by your lips.
“George…” you whispered once more, trying to get his attention again.
His eyes flicked up to your again, though reluctantly. He whispered your name once again “Can I please kiss you…” he then whispered, his eyes wore almost a pleading look. His eyes made your stomach do a somersault. You took a moment to carve this picture into your memory before you nodded ever so slightly “Yes” you gave him the permission.
A mixture of surprise, hope and relief flooded his expression before he moved and placed his lips onto yours. They were warm and soft, making you whole nody timgle. Your eyes closed as George’s free hand moved to tangle into your hair, tilting your head gently so he had better acces and deepen the kiss.
Your lips moved together in a silent dance. You let go of his hand to slip it into the nape of his neck, pulling him a little closer.
Soft breaths escaped the both of you between kisses until you finally pulled back, the need to properly breathe in growing the better of you. For a split second George’s lips chased yours before he caught himself and let you pull back. He didn’t let you go too far though, his uneven breath of warm air caressed your lips.
Your eyes slowly opened only to be met with George’s brown ones already studying your face. His cheeks were flushed and his lips red from kissing.
A smile spread over your lips “Feeling better?” You whispered making his own lips curl into one as well. “Brilliant to be exact” he answered, making a chuckle escape your throat. “Good” you murmured, now it was your turn to bury your face into his neck. “Let’s talk tomorrow.” You mumbled, letting out a long yawn.
A quiet laugh escaped his own lips “Fine.” He mumbled into your hair, pulling you just another bit closer. You let out a contented hum before the late hour and the comforting warmth of George’s body claimed your consciousness and pulled you into a deep sleep.
can anyone tell me if there are avengers or marvel (any character) x YA reader (20-25 years old)? obvs platonic, i just have outgrown reading the avengers x teen reader but i still want the same dynamic 😭😭😭😭😭. let me know if you have any good recs!!!
The domestic life isn’t something anyone would expect Tony Stark to want.
But maybe it’s something he needs.
When Tony found out you were his daughter about three years ago- he was hesitant. He had no idea how to be a dad, never-mind a good one..but after multiple long conversations with pepper and a movie night, he realises: it isn’t as hard as he thought it was.
Warnings: reader is 18-19 in this!!, swearing, light drinking, reader is called ‘kid’ by Tony, a mention of readers mom abandoning her, mention of a one night stand, mentions of fighting, pepper is like a mom to reader, found family.
You found yourself at stark tower about two years ago. You were the biggest scandal in New York. Within a week the big apple knew everything about you, two weeks and Tony had people in London asking about you and whether you’d like to be on the front cover of one of their newest magazine- ‘celebrating new celebrities’ or not.
You still remember some of the headlines and quotes from most of the stories-
Tony stark has a daughter?! Who knew! Is she going to go on to help with the company? Is she as smart as him? Has she got the same ego or is that where the resemblance stops?! Will she be a hero too?!
…you were 15 at the time. You had no interest in being a hero - and you still don’t. You’ve been trying to…“connect” with the one they call iron man for a couple of months, but it’s slightly harder than you thought it would be.
Your mother left you nothing but a note to read when you came back from school, explaining who your father was and how she couldn’t stand to ‘deal’ with you anymore…it left you heartbroken and..a lot of trust issues if your being honest.
You went to the infamous billionaire with hopes of simply getting somewhere to stay- maybe an apartment you could lay low in or something..his girlfriend, pepper, she had other plans.
She insisted on taking you in. (After many, many- many DNA tests and examinations done by Bruce of course- to make sure you were who you said you were.) she made sure you had your own room and your own privacy and encouraged Tony to talk to you as much as he could..it’s safe to say you became closer to her quicker than you did your so called “dad.” You found yourself wondering often what exactly she saw in him…
It’s sad- and kinda rude -but true that Tony barely even tried with you to begin with. You were just this kid that showed up at his doorstep- at one of the worst times in his life. He was going through a lot already- then one of his hookups from when he was younger decided to dump you on him? Nu-uh.
Nick Fury had SHIELD agents search for months for your mom..but she was gone. It was as if she had disappeared, she had gone totally off-grid. Which left you with a strange, empty, feeling inside that you just couldn’t shake..had she hated you so much? Did something happen to her?
It took two lectures from pepper and a serious reminder from Rhodes about how Stark needs to step in…and that was all it took. (Aswell as two shots for confidence- something he lacked in the moment.)
He had a “heart to heart” with you- an awkward one but a heart to heart nonetheless. From there, it became obvious he tried. Taking you into his and showing you some of his stuff- letting you choose what he cooks and makes ect..
Pep always supported the two of you and you often made her chuckle with how similar the two of you are. You’d wake up around the same time, eat the same things- like the same music and interests..
Tony got…used to you. Eventually. That does not mean he’s going soft on you, though! Definitely not!
Tonight is the three year anniversary of you winding up at the tower and finding them. You’ve met the avengers- and they’ve become your family almost as much as your new guardians parents have.
You’ve even run into a certain….intern of your fathers. A very nerdy, handsome- smart intern that’s been working with him for a couple of weeks now. A boy who stumbles and stutters over his words whenever he sees you and goes red when you smile at him. The same boy your dads had a ttiiinnyyyy grudge against since he first saw how he acted around you.
Your life is…1000x better than what it was when you lived with your mom. You’ve never been happier- you smile everyday, you live with your billionaire father in New York, you get to train with the motherfucking avengers and you have the cutest guy crushing on you. Sometimes, life feels like a movie for you..despite everything that’s happened.
Now, sat on the couch with pepper, the two of you are giggling and talking to yourselves- huge smiles on your faces. You have matching pyjamas on, snacks on the coffee table in front of you both- a fluffy blanket over the two of you with a couple of soda cans on the floor- two beers put to the side for Tony, who’s waiting for the popcorn to pop in the microwave as he watches you both from the kitchen.
Tony’s had his own problems for awhile now. He lost his parents when he was around your age, he had to take on an entire company by himself- he had to fight and kill one of the only people that he thought he could trust. He almost died from the one thing keeping him alive. Hell, he fell from a hole in space a couple of years ago fighting gods from a whole other planet He has anxiety, PTSD- the list goes on..
But taking on you? Was one of the scariest things he’s ever done.
He doubted himself heavily when it first came to you. His own father barely spoke to him- he had no idea how to raise or take care of a kid..nevermind a moody, stuck-up teen..his view of you changed quickly after your little heart to heart..and he hated to admit it, but he saw more of himself in you than he liked to admit.
Yes- you had the occasional argument. There have been a couple where you’ve left the tower and not come back for hours, he’s even had to ground you once or twice..
But watching you now- so at peace and relaxed with the woman he loved?..it was a sight he never thought he’d get to see. But he loves it..so, so much. Not that he’d ever admit it though.
He grabs the packet and quickly puts the popcorn into a bowl before walking towards the couch. “What is it tonight kid, Bad boys? Top gun?” He puts himself next to pepper, pulling the blanket over him. “It better not be top gun.”
“Not again, no.” You grin as you reach over and throw some popcorn into your mouth- pressing start on the movie. “Close. Rush hour.” He rolls his eyes. “Again? We watched that like- last week.”
“It’s a good movie!” You defend as you open a can, taking a big sip from it.
“You sure you don’t know all the words off by heart by now?” Pepper asks next to you, taking a small sip of her own beer.
“That’s besides the point.” You grin-
Tony watches as the two of you banter- his head moving to rest on the back of the couch..and he realises just where he is right now.
At home, on the couch- watching a movie with his kid and future wife…not taking down a HYDRA base or flying around in his suit or talking to Jarvis about which enemies need to be taken out first. It’s new to him. Strange, almost…but he revels in the comfort it brings him.
He could scream at how happy he is in this very moment- because now? All he wants is for the two things he loves most in the world to be safe and that is pepper and that is (now) you.
If the Tony from 10 years ago could see him now he doesn’t know if he’d he proud, surprised or disappointed. Maybe a mix of all three? A part of him- a very selfish part of him is happy Nick didn’t find your mother when he begged him to send agents out to find her. Because then he wouldn’t have what he has now.
Spider-Girl gets heatstroke ft Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff
The sun bore down mercilessly on the city, amplifying the already stifling heat. Y/N Parker, also known as Spider-Girl, swung through the crowded urban landscape, her agile form navigating effortlessly between towering buildings. The snug superhero suit clung to her like a second skin, offering little reprieve from the oppressive warmth.
Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, and Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, followed closely behind. The three made an unlikely but formidable team, each contributing their unique skills to the cause. Today's mission had brought them into the heart of the city, where the scorching heat seemed to amplify with every passing minute.
As they reached the rooftop where their target was supposed to be, Y/N's movements started to slow. The heat had become an almost tangible force, sapping her strength and leaving her feeling sluggish. Wanda exchanged a concerned look with Natasha, both recognizing the toll the weather was taking on their youngest teammate. Natasha was the first to say something about it over the comms.
Natasha - Kiddo, we need to take a break. It's too hot up here.
Y/N hesitated, her hand gripping the edge of the building for support.
Y/N - I'm fine!
Insisted the adolescent as her voice strained.
Wanda moved closer, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder.
Wanda - You need to take care of yourself. This heat is dangerous. *frowns*
But Y/N, ever the stubborn teenager, shook her head.
Y/N - I can handle it. Let's finish this.
Natasha sighed, sharing a worried glance with Wanda. They pressed on, but it wasn't long before Y/N's movements became more laboured. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breaths were audible over the comms.
Wanda - We need to get her out of here.
The Scarlet Witch urged, her concern deepening.
Natasha grabbed Y/N's arm.
Natasha - Come on, baby. We're calling it a day.
Y/N resisted.
Y/N - No, I can't let them—
Wanda cut in, her voice firm.
Wanda - Your health is more important. The mission can wait.
Reluctantly, Y/N allowed herself to be guided away from the edge of the building. The trio found a shaded spot, but Y/N was insistent on finishing the mission even if she was already swaying slightly.
Y/N - I just need a moment...
Natasha - You need more than a moment. You need water and rest. *crosses her arms*
Y/N's stubbornness flared, and she pushed herself up.
Y/N - I can't let them get away. I can—
Her words were slurred, and her vision blurred. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees, the world spinning around her. Wanda and Natasha exchanged alarmed glances.
Wanda - Y/N!
Wanda cried out, rushing to her side.
Natasha activated her comm.
Natasha - We need an evac. Now.
Y/N tried to push herself up, but her limbs felt like lead. The last thing she heard before darkness claimed her was Wanda's worried voice calling her name.
When Y/N opened her eyes, the world was a blur of white. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The low hum of the quinjet's engines filled the air. She was lying on one of the benches, and her suit had been partially removed.
Y/N - Wanda? Natasha?
She croaked.
The two women appeared at her side, relief was evident in their eyes.
Natasha - You fainted detka, heatstroke.
Explained the Black Widow, her voice a mix of sternness and concern.
Y/N groaned, remembering the mission.
Y/N - Did we catch them?
Wanda smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face.
Wanda - Yes, we did. But you scared us. You need to take better care of yourself, honey.
Y/N mumbled an apology, attempting to sit up. Natasha pressed her back down as she spoke firmly about their order.
Natasha - Rest, we'll be back at headquarters soon.
Wanda held a bottle of water to Y/N's lips, urging her to drink. The cool liquid was a balm for her parched throat. As Y/N sipped the water, Natasha began removing the rest of her suit to help her cool down.
Y/N - I can do that myself.
Protested the youngest weakly.
Wanda - You're in no condition to argue, my dear. *chuckles*
They worked efficiently, and the atmosphere was a mix of professionalism and genuine concern. Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two women who had become her teammates and, in many ways, her surrogate family and mothers, in their own way.
Once out of the stifling suit, Y/N felt a wave of relief. The cool air of the quinjet was a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat outside. Wanda conjured a soft breeze, further easing Y/N's discomfort.
Natasha - You scared us back there, sweetheart.
Natasha admitted, her eyes intense.
Y/N - I'm sorry. I just wanted to finish the mission. *sighs*
Wanda placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder.
Wanda - There will always be another mission. But you only have one health and body for us to kiss, hug and give tickles. Don't jeopardize it for the sake of a mission. *tickles Y/N*
Y/N - Stopp- *giggling*
Natasha - Let her rest Wanda. It's okay lovebug *kisses forehead*
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the hum of the quinjet providing a backdrop to their thoughts. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest, knowing that she was in capable hands.
As the quinjet touched down at headquarters, Natasha and Wanda helped Y/N to her feet. She felt a little unsteady, but the support from her motherly teammates kept her upright.
Natasha - Promise us you'll take better care of yourself, babygirl.
Natasha said with her tone meaning business.
Y/N nodded, a genuine smile playing on her lips.
Y/N - I promise, moms.
Wanda grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Wanda - And if you don't, we might have to resort to more drastic measures.
Y/N - Like what? *raises an eyebrow*
Wanda and Natasha exchanged a knowing look before simultaneously saying: Mama bear's voice, the head-tilt and the raised eyebrow.
Y/N burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the quinjet. As they exited the aircraft, a trio of superheroes ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds forged not just in battle but in the quiet moments of care and concern.
pls read all of these, one might be your request!!
anon - I’m a sucker for this shit and pushing my agenda cus I’m a sap rn
OKAY SO LIKE IN THE NEXT BABY SCARAB OR MAYBE OTHER HCS COUKD YOU DO SMTH WHERE MARC AND STEVEN COMFORT CRYING READER, LIKE FULL ON BREAKDOWN AND HE FINALLY IS LIKE ILY UR MY KID(maybe they were crying over their fam or smth )
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anon - request because i feel like i need it right now: mayhaps a chapter where reader doesn’t feel like themselves. like, they feel out of place from the world they’re in, and they feel disconnected from their loved ones. it makes them scared out of their mind, so they have a panic attack. maybe a jake/konshu focused part, where they help and ground reader with familiar smells (and maybe letting reader hug them as tight as they need to)
i know you said you dont reject requests without reason, but this seems like a tall order so please dont do this if it feels like too much
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anon - Could we get the boys helping reader out of a depressive or manic episode? I just had one recently and wish I had some funky moon men to help, maybe reassurance that theyre safe and real etc.??
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anon - Now hear me out- what if for a chapter of Baby Scarab it’s the kids birthday BUT they don’t celebrate/acknowledge it because it’s also the date their parents abandoned them? Ugh love angst.
Or another one where the kid meets maybe Casper’s parent(s) and maybe they’re really cool which makes the kid talk to Marc and Steven about how awesome they are which make Marc and Steven a little sad or insecure? Hard to explain this one :>
Also may I be the 🦑 anon?
A/N : please grab some tissues, because there are many tears shed, and please give a warm welcome to our new anon, squi squi.
masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist
A/N : more confusion yay!
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), language, panic attack, crying, child abandonment. let me know if i missed anything
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the last 6 hours you spent with marc jake and steven were fun being honest.
marc and steven thankfully got used to jake, and as long as jake kept his promise then they wouldn’t fight.
your cramps that day settled down too, and you were happy about that.
marc was really the only one who had a clue, since steven had obviously never been with a woman before.
no offense to steven of course, but it’s true.
and now it’s about a week later, period over, you’re happy, marc jake and steven all got the cure and are now back in the same body.
everything was back to the way it was. and you liked it.
you were closing up at work right now, cleaning off the counters, getting the shop ready for tomorrow.
you were the only one there, it might seem dangerous but in reality it’s perfectly safe.
you always leave out the back door, while all the others are already locked.
you set the dirty wash rag in the bin inside the back room and grab your bag getting ready to leave when there’s a knock on the front window.
“casper?” you mutter, looking to the boy you had his face pressed against the window.
you roll your eyes and put a finger up, signaling you’d be out in a second.
you make sure you have all your stuff, and head out the back door to the front where casper was waiting for you.
“what are you doing? it’s almost 5” you say, and casper turns to you nervously.
“sorry, i just wanted to ask you something” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.
you snort and send him a comforting smile. “you could’ve texted me but okay” you reassure and he takes a deep breath.
“my mother was wondering if you wanted to uhm.. if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight” he tells you quietly, and you gape at him in surprise.
“you-you don’t have to of course she just wants to meet you, along with my sister” he says quickly and you change from surprised to amused.
“i’d uhm.. i’d like to, yeah” you tell him while nodding.
casper looks at you in surprise. “you do?” another nod. “okay cool. do you need me to walk you home first or-“
“i’ll be fine, just need to call someone really quick” you pull your phone out of your pocket while casper makes himself busy by kicking the ground.
you tap on the contact and hold the phone to your ear, knowing he’d pick up quickly.
and after the second ring, “y/n? what’s wrong? are you okay?” marc answered.
you quietly laughed and nodded, though he couldn’t see you. “yeah, i’m fine i was just gonna let you know that i’m coming home late” you inform him and you can hear him thinking.
“how late? where are you goin’?” he asks and you sigh.
“casper’s mom invited me over for dinner so a couple hours?” you answer, and you hear him sigh from the other side of the phone.
“just be safe okay? and call if you need us. and have him walk you home you know i don’t like you out after dark” marc instructs, and you smile.
“alright, i will. i gotta go now i’ll see you later” you say.
“bye, kid. have fun” he hangs up right after that.
you roll your eyes and pocket your phone, looking to casper who was still kicking the ground.
“okay weirdo let’s go” you nudge him in the arm lightly, making him jump.
“yeah yeah yeah- uh- okay” he stammers and he begins walking so you catch up to him to stay side by side.
you snicker noticing his distressed face.
“what’s wrong?” you ask smugly.
“i didn’t clean my room i didn’t know you’d say yes” casper mutters which makes you laugh.
“it’s not funny! my moms gonna embarrass the shit out of me!” casper whines, and you smack him on the shoulder.
“you’ll be fine” you assure him and he scoffs.
“so you said your sister wanted to meet me too?” you change the subject, and casper lightens up.
“yeah, ever since i told her i made a friend she’s wanted to meet you” he shrugs and you smile to yourself.
“what’s her name?”
“allison, and she’s turning 9 in a month”
“aw”
“yeah she’s pretty cute, but she’s the reason i always have bruises on my shins” casper cringes.
you chuckle and casper swats at your shoulder.
“but my dad isn’t gonna be there, he’s a cranky old man and he likes to work late” he rolls his eyes while whispering the last part.
you felt bad now, you had a feeling that casper’s dad wasn’t really in his life, his sisters either.
“anyways, we’re almost there. please don’t listen to anything my mom says” he mumbles and you laugh again.
“right” you nod, and look back over to casper.
“so, nicky huh?”
“shut up”
~~~
“when we walk in you can put your bag by the door, there’s a table right when you walk in” casper keeps ranting.
he has been telling you what to avoid when you walk in the door, like the loose floorboard right next to the outside door, apparently someone has fallen through it.
casper let’s out a breath and unlocks the door, nodding at you to follow him as he walks in.
it was quiet, just like he said and you were thankful, you had a long day. too many customers.
“casper is that you?” you hear a woman’s voice from the kitchen, assuming it was his mom.
“yeah, mom i’m home” casper responds, turning to you.
“pray for me” is all he says and you get confused until casper’s mom turns the corner and sees you with him.
she gasps loudly. “is this y/n?” she asks and you both nod.
“oh heavens, she’s even cuter than you described her” she has a hand to your heart and you smile sheepishly.
“mom”
“casper don’t even start-“ she holds a hand out in front of you, now ignoring casper.
“it’s very nice to meet you” casper’s mom smiles at you.
you smile back and shake her hand. “it’s nice to meet you too ms. hart”
she chuckles while taking her hand back. “oh don’t be silly, call me grace” she tells you and you nod, casper patiently waiting beside you.
“mom” casper says impatiently and grace gives him a look.
“yes, welcome home” she responds, giving him a side hug and a kiss on the cheek.
casper’s face turns red and you keep yourself from laughing at him.
“don’t be like that” she sighs, and let’s go of casper. “okay, go on and have fun with your friend” she nudges him forwards, gesturing to the direction of his room.
“but not too much fun” she winks at the both of you, making your face red as well now.
“mOther stop” casper’s voice cracks at the beginning of his sentence, and you inwardly smile as he begins to lead you away from his mom.
you two were halfway down the hall when both of you are stopped. “keep your door open!”
“ohmygodimsosorry” casper mutters, and you snicker.
“do you want to-“ he gestures to his room and you nod. “sure” you smile, trying to ease his nerves.
when you walked into casper’s room, you noticed it wasn’t messy at all, and there was a slight smell of coffee and books that lingered.
you like it, it was pretty basic and he even had a few plants on his window ledge.
“it suits you” you comment, which makes casper sigh in relief and pull a couple chairs out from his desk he had in the corner of the room.
“thank you” he mumbles, and you both sit down.
it’s an awkward silence for a minute, but it’s interrupted when casper speaks.
“so uhh.. who were you talking to on the phone?” casper asks you, and it makes sense because he doesn’t know that your neighbors have been taking care of you.
“oh uh.. my uhm.. friend” you answer uncertain, and casper raises an eyebrow.
“you’re a shit liar” he says with a smile and you kick him in the shin.
“he is my friend.. he actually is like a uh- father figure to me” you explain slowly, and casper smiles wider.
“that’s good, i mean good for you” he compliments, and you smile at him.
you were about to talk again when there’s a knock on the door frame, and you both shoot your heads over to see a little girl staring at you.
you stare back until casper breaks the silence. “you need something?” he asks her softly, and she points at you.
casper looks to you for a second. “oh yeah, this is y/n” he says which makes the girl smile.
she was in fact a cute little girl, and you’d noticed that she had beautiful chestnut skin, and coily dark brown hair.
“would you like to come say hi?” casper asks her and then turns to you. “is that okay?” he whispers and you nod.
allison slowly walks over between you and casper, and she taps your knee.
you look to her in confusion. “you’re the girl casper always talks about” she states and you sense casper tense up.
“you know, he says you’re pretty and he-“
“okay that’s enough” casper cuts in tensely, handing allison a rubix cube from off his desk, unsolved of course.
“come back when you’ve solved it” casper smiles at her and the girl giggles and runs out of the room with the cube.
“i’m sorry about her- she’s- she has the mind of an 8 year old that’s for sure” he nervously chuckles.
you hum in thought and look at casper dead in the eye. “so you don’t think i’m pretty?” you ask smugly, and see panic in his eyes.
“no- no i- i do think you’re pretty i just-“ you put a hand up to stop him.
“i’m messing with you” you laugh to yourself, and casper glares at you.
“well i don’t think that’s very funny. playing with a man’s emotions like that”
“i would hardly call you a man”
“rude”
you both share a short laugh, stopping once you realize you’re still looking into each other’s eyes.
you feel yourself start to lean closer to casper, and you see him doing the same.
“what are you doing?” you ask quietly, seeing his eyes dart down to your lips for a split second.
“i don’t know” he answers equally as quiet. “what are you doing?” he asks back, both of you still slowly leaning towards each other.
“i don’t know” you answer impossibly quieter, and you feel your noses brush against each other.
you were about to close your eyes when there’s a knock at the doorframe, and you both jump apart with a yelp, seeing allison smiling at you both while holding a solved rubix cube.
“i solved it” she giggles, skipping over and setting it back on casper’s desk. “mama said dinners ready” she tells you both.
you and casper nod, and your face feels hot as you avoid eye contact.
it’s quiet for about 15 seconds, both you and casper panicking on the inside.
“well uhm.. should we get going?” he asks hesitantly.
“yeah” you trail off, looking at him and deciding to get up, hooking your arm with his quickly and leading him outside his room.
he ended up leading you the rest of the way to the dining room, where there were four plates set with pleasant smelling food.
grace notices that you and casper have arrived. “oh! i made lasagna, i hope you don’t mind” she smiles at you.
‘i fucking love lasagna’
“yeah, it smells really good” you smile back, and she helps allison cut her food while you and casper sit down.
it was awkward for a couple minutes until grace sat down. “so, y/n, casper told me you work at a cafe?” grace starts making you relax.
“yeah, it’s a couple blocks away” you answer, taking a bite of your food and melting at the taste.
‘best fucking lasagna ever’
“what’s cafe?” allison speaks up, and you’re the one to answer.
“a cafe is a place where people go to get coffee and pastries.”
“what’s pastries?”
“like donuts and stuff”
“mama i wanna go to cafe” allison whines at grace and she chuckles.
“maybe this weekend, sweetheart” she answers and looks back to you.
“can i have coffee?”
“no but there’s hot chocolate” you answer, which causes a huge grin to erupt on her face.
“you love hot chocolate don’t you?” casper teases her and you smile when she sticks her tongue out at him.
“yeah, she’s loved it ever since we adopted her” grace says, and you freeze for a second.
“adopted?” you murmur, surprised.
“oh yes, we took her in almost 6 years ago now” grace smiles, and casper looks at you in reassurance.
you smile and look down at your food, almost finished with it. “well you guys are a lovely family” you compliment, ‘thanks you’s’ echoing through the room.
~~~
the rest of the dinner was filled with light talk and laughter, and just like that it was already kind of late and you knew you had to head home.
“it was lovely meeting you” grace tells you, shaking your hand again. you nod and say the same before slipping your jacket on.
“bye bye” allison comes and hugs your legs, so you smile and pat the top of her head.
“i’ll save you some hot chocolate” you whisper to her and she gasps while giggling, running to hide behind graces legs.
you turn to see casper also putting his jacket on, making you confused “what are you doing?” you ask.
“i’m walking you home, it’s getting dark” he answers, opening the door and basically pushing you out while you wave ‘goodbye’ to his family.
the door closes and you two start walking down the sidewalk, the street lamps lighting up the walkway.
“i’m sorry” casper blurts out.
“..what?” you ask.
“i’m sorry that i made you uncomfortable.” he starts. “about allison, i know talking about that makes you uncomfortable and i should have told you before-“
“it’s okay”
“no you don’t understand” he stops walking and you stop as well in front of him in confusion.
“it’s not fair to you since you’ve had a hard life so i wanted to apologize” he takes a breath. “and i’m sorry for the.. the almost uhm.. almost kissing you” he whispers the last part.
you take in a shaky breath. “it’s okay” you repeat. “you don’t need to apologize” you shake your head, turning around to keep walking.
casper catches up to you and realizing you’re already almost to your place.
“y/n i gotta ask you something” he tells you and you hum in acknowledgment.
“do you maybe want to come over again next week? just because i know allison will want to see you again” he says quickly and you nod at him, seeing your stop coming up.
“are you sure? because i really think i made you uncomfortable” he starts again.
you sigh in annoyance and step near the door to your apartment complex, waiting for him to finish.
“casper”
“i just don’t wanna make you feel like you have to do something you don’t want to do”
“casper”
“no! you have to listen! i don’t want to force you into anything i-“
you reach over and take casper’s face in your hands, stopping his talking.
“stop saying sorry. you didn’t force me to do anything” you say softly, casper gently nodding.
“have a good night okay?” you finish, one hand leaving his face to replace it with your lips.
“get home safe” you turn around, leaving casper frozen in place.
you eventually sensed him leaving, but inside you were panicking.
you just kissed your best friend.
on the cheek of course, but a kiss nonetheless.
you got over it pretty quickly. and by pretty quickly you mean about a minute. so by the time you got off the elevator.
you went back to thinking, he was apologizing for making you uncomfortable because of allison.
and by allison, you knew he meant the fact that she was adopted.
you weren’t uncomfortable, no but it was more longing.
you always longed and dreamed that you would be adopted as a kid, but nobody wanted you.
your own parents didn’t even want you.
you felt terrible all of a sudden, just all the thoughts piling up at once.
you did have a nice night, nobody did anything wrong, you just felt bad because of other things.
you feel your breathing quicken and your eyes itch as you unlock your door, half expecting marc steven or jake to be in there.
and you were right, it was marc, and he was sat on top of your counter waiting for you again.
“how was it?” he ask right away, and you manage to bring a smile to your face as you shut the door slowly.
“it was fun, yeah. good” you answer.
marc notices something was off. “did something happen?” he starts, getting off the counter a slowly walking towards you.
“did he do something to you?” he asks a bit louder and you jump.
“no, of course not” you chuckle to yourself. “i’m just tired” you nod to yourself, walking swiftly past marc and right to your room, closing the door and tossing your jacket on your bed.
you shakily slide down the wall, setting your bag down next to you as you try to steady your breathing.
meanwhile outside your door, jake and steven are arguing.
“go in, something’s wrong” jake argues.
“no! she closed her door, she wants privacy” steven retorts, and marc sighs.
“listen, i’ll knock and if she doesn’t answer i’m going in” he pauses. “sound fair?” he hears nothing.
“great” he mutters, knocking on the door.
“kid? you alright?” no answer.
what marc didn’t know was that you were against the wall, nearly suffocating, tears dripping off your chin.
you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to.
you could barely hear the door open and marc’s panicked figure coming to kneel in front of you.
“y/n?” a muffled voice says to you, and you look up at marc with blurry vision.
“deep breaths, come on” he mutters swears when you don’t calm down.
your hands were shaking, and you could barely choke out sobs.
marc let jake take the body, after he convinced him that he could calm you down so that you could at least breath.
“look at me” he says sternly, taking you face in his hands
you shakily look to jake, your hands now hovering over his while they are still on your face, his thumbs wiping your tears.
“can you tell me what you can see?” he asks you gently and you nod, looking around the room.
“.. yo-you” you take a deep breath as jake nods.
“good job, can you give me another one?” he strokes your cheek.
“taweret-“ you feel jake let go of you to give you the stuffed animal, and you lightly rub your fingers across it before gripping it firmly.
“good, see you’re going to be okay” and at that, you burst into tears again, and marc fronts out of panic.
“kid? hey, come on you’re alright” he rubs your back, moving to sit beside you.
“why didn’t they want me?” you ask through your tears, trying to wipe them off your face but more keep replacing them.
marc was shocked, he’d never seen you this upset over this. he didn’t know how to answer.
“what did i do wrong?” you let out a sob, burying your face in the plushie.
marc keeps rubbing your back and tries to come up with an answer.
“you didn’t do anything wrong” he starts and you look up at him. “you never did. ever” he tells you.
“then why did they get rid of me?” you take a breath. “what did i do to make them hate me so much that they left me in the street?” you bite your lip to keep it from quivering too much.
“they were idiots” he blurts, and you stop your crying for a second to try and listen to him.
“they don’t deserve you” he begins, and pulls you closer to him. “they are missing out, you know why?”
you shake your head and marc smiles softly at you, nodding his head to steven and jake who are in your mirror.
“because you are amazing” steven starts. “you’re the most brave person we’ve ever met, you are so strong for making it this far”
“you are truly capable of anything, i mean look at you” jake starts. “paying your own rent at 16? having a stable job while being a straight b student? you’re the coolest person i know” he finishes.
“they are completely right, kid” marc starts again. “you’re capable of anything, your smile makes us smile, you’re absolutely beautiful-“ he strikes your cheek again. “-you make us so damn proud, everything you do makes us proud” he finishes.
by this time, they’ve made your forget about what you were upset about, yet you were still crying.
it was happy tears this time, they changed your distressed tears into happy ones.
you suddenly move yourself onto marc’s lap, one leg over each of his hips and your arms around his neck, taweret long gone on the floor.
you bury your face in his neck, tears now drying. “thank you” you choke out. “all of you”
marc wraps his arms around you, both of you just taking in the moment.
now all three of the boys were thinking. is this really how you felt this whole time? you really thought that your birth parents hated you?
it didn’t matter if they did, because they all love you and they aren’t afraid to show it.
you were tired from all the crying, and from the action filled night as well.
marc noticed your breathing slowing down, and stood up carefully to try and set you down on the bed, still attached to him of course so he just had to sit down with you still in his lap.
you looked like a mess.
your shoes about 7 feet apart, thrown across your room, your jacket hanging off the bed, your bag on the floor, and now your messy hair and tear stained cheeks.
it all goes well with your puffy eyes and red nose, but now you were nodding off.
“sleep, kid. it’s okay i’ll stay here” marc tells you quietly and a small smile breaks onto your face before closing your eyes.
“i love you dad” and just like that, out like a light.
marc sat there frozen, listening to steven and jake talking to him for about 5 straight minutes.
he was surprised, and tearing up. he knew you said it because you were tired and not thinking straight, but it still felt heart warming.
“how’s it feel, mate? pretty good, huh?” steven asks, smug smile drawn on his face.
marc nods stiffly and buried his face in your hair, hugging you tighter as you sleep.
“he’s in shock, amigo.” jake tells steven and he nods, deciding to leave marc alone.
another night spent sleeping on marc, except this time he was the one crying while you slept.
it was out of joy, and he had even carefully pulled his phone out to call layla, and of course she was thrilled with the news.
he eventually fell asleep, after laying down properly of course.
you were on top of marc, who was on his back, both his arms locked around you while you cling to his shirt.
another peaceful night.
a lovely night even.
everyone had made it clear that they loved you, and you the same.
but all you had to say was that you loved them too.
you loved your dads.
all three of them.
~~~
A/N : holy fucking shit. anyways thanks for reading!!! ive decided to take saturdays off, so tomorrow i wont be posting a chapter, so we'll see baby scarab back on sunday!
