MOON KNIGHT BLURBS & HEADCANONS

2. THE SUNSHINE TO THEIR MOONLIGHT (STEVEN + MARC + JAKE)

originally published may 28, 2022

request: Alright so I have this condition ( called NF1) I was born with and because of it I have these dark coffee spots on my body called Café-au-leu spots all over me and I'm really insecure about them as I was picked on and called ugly because of them so could you make a comfort one shot with Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake lockley. - arc-0606

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector x jake lockley

word count: 568

warnings?: angst, fluff, insecurities, pet names (love [steven]/baby [marc]/princess [jake]), not proofread

It was hard. Letting go of the harsh words of your peers, you mean. The thing about kids is that they'll latch onto any difference, perceived or real, and tease you endlessly. Sometimes, it was just a harsh way of trying to figure out the world, trying to make sense of this strange place with strange rules. Other times, they were cruel. Regardless, though, of the motives, of the intentions, it still hurt when your classmates ripped you apart for something that you could never change. From the time you entered school until the time you graduated, it felt like every classmate you had at some point or another had the meanest things to say about your appearance.

Now, in your adulthood, people had more tact. They wouldn't say things outright to your face. Most of the time, anyways. But you still felt the judgmental glances when they caught glimpses of the dark colored spots on your body. You still heard hushed whispers, even if you couldn't make out the exact words. You'd lived with this for long enough to know that people were cruel, and they would chip away at every part of you until there was nothing left that you loved.

In some ways, you thought they won.

In other ways, you remembered your boyfriends and how much they adored you.

You still remembered the first time you met Steven. How his gaze never lingered on the dark spots littering your skin, never asked what the deal with the spots were. How he focused on you, asked about things you liked, told you about things he liked that he wanted to share with you. He was, perhaps, the first person you'd ever met who didn't make you feel awful about the way you looked.

"...do you not think I look...weird?" you asked Steven on your first day, your insecurities crawling under your skin, filling you with a dread you wished you could just push to the side.

Steven furrowed brows, his head tilted to the side. His eyes were wide as he searched yours, trying to figure out what you meant. "Why would I think you look weird, love? If I think you look like anything, I'd say you look radiant, not weird."

And that was when you knew that you would never, ever, let sweet Steven go.

Marc and Jake, when you finally met them, were just as sweet as Steven was, even if they hid it under layers of protection. But they loved you all the same, made it perfectly clear that they loved you from head to toe.

"You're my princess," Jake had said when he first said I love you, "the prettiest, most wonderful princess I've ever met. You are the sunshine to my moonlight."

"There's not a part of you I don't love, baby," Marc had said the first time you slept together. "I'll prove it every day, if I must. I'll prove it every day until you believe me, and I will prove it still for every day that follows."

Now, as you laid in their arms, face pressed against their chest as they slept, you knew what it felt like to be loved for as you are. It didn't fix everything, it didn't reverse the insecurities. But it made you feel a bit more at ease with how you existed, and that was all you ever really wanted.