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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, eating disorder(?), homophobia, let me know if i missed anything

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the cats woke you up again.

right in time for you to get ready for work, too.

you would get up, but steven was holding you tight to his chest, and moving would surely wake him up.

and you know that he doesn't get enough sleep so you'd feel terrible if you deprived him of it.

you sigh and carefully reach a hand up to pet luna, who was by your face, pedro walking around on the edge of the bed.

you figured that you could at least try to pry stevens arms off of you, which you do successfully and roll onto the floor silently to ensure you don't wake him.

the kittens snuggle up against him, which makes you smile before you pick yourself up and walk over to the kitchen to find a pen and paper.

you ended up finding a red ballpoint pen and plain yellow sticky notes.

you write a quick letter and grab your phone before silently leaving to get ready for work at your place.

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steven woke up fairly nervous when he realized you weren't there.

that was until he found the note though.

to stePHen, marK, and jaCK,

i'm going to work so pls don't freak out.

i'll be home around lunch and make sure to feed my babies. i like them better than you guys so i want them to live.

i'm kidding, i love you guys more

see you soon :)

steven smiled at the weird letter, while marc scoffed at the obnoxious misspellings of their names.

steven looked to the clock on the oven, it reading 8:48, which made jake scoff this time.

"you slept in too late, now we have to wait until lunch to see y/n" he bitches, marc humming in agreement.

"sorry mates, i've just been tired recently" steven mumbles an apology and both the other guys tell him not to worry about it.

"well now what?"

"how about we start with actually cleaning the couch"

~~~

it's been an average day at work so far, about half an hour left.

you sighed as you hear the bell, signaling that another customer has arrived, and you were delighted to see who it was.

"matt, foggy" you nod to them, both smiling and waving.

"how are you feeling?" matt asks in a hushed voice.

you purse your lips for a moment before answering. "good. well, as good as i can be" you say, darting your eyes to your covered forearm for a split second.

matt nods. "that's good to hear" he replies, and foggy steps up.

"yeah, that's good" he starts. "listen, we didn't come here to get coffee" foggy tells you and you tilt your head with furrowed brows.

"then wha-" you get cut off by matt setting down a small rectangular black box on the counter in front of you.

you look up at the both of them, and foggy nods to the box.