Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley x fem!Reader
Summary: A short story about how you came to meet and love the Moon Boys.
Warnings: Mild language (couple uses of the F-bomb), Steven being an overwhelming sweetheart, Marc is actually a big softie, Jake is too but he's also the murder husband
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So, you've known the Moon Knight system for awhile.
You got to know Steven first. Very sweet, very shy, you met when he opened the door to your apartment instead of his, only allowed by the door breaking under a strength he wasn't quite aware he'd had. He'd frozen at the sight of you in oversized, cozy pajamas, mid-bite of ice cream, staring at him with wide eyes from your mound of thick blankets as you watched your favorite show. You hadn't had a shower in three days, your apartment was a mess, and you'd been crying. Breakup? Nah. Period. The fucking uncalled-for subscription to Blood Monthly you were naturally assigned at birth.
"Um? Dude? Do I know you?"
"Uh..." Steven surveyed your apartment as if it had swallowed his alive. Later, you found out that your turtle habitat and stacks upon stacks of books everywhere had him wondering what the actual fuck, since it was so similar to Gus's tank and his own book setup. Steven's dark coffee eyes met yours, confused. "N-no, I don't think so. Sorry, love. I've the wrong door. So sorry about that. I'll uh... just... I'll pay for the repairs on your door. I'm sorry." You continued to eat your ice cream, but kept your eyes on him as he nervously backed out of the doorway; but then he stopped, a little concerned. "You alright, love?"
A dry, bitter chuckle escaped your lips. "I am literally having an organ shredded internally with lessened contractions as godly punishment for not getting pregnant or whatever. I am in pain, I haven't slept, I haven't eaten, and I think I somehow managed to ruin every pair of white pants I own. How are you?"
"I-I'm good, yeah," Steven replied, before backing away nervously and skittering away. You were sure that'd be the last you'd see of him, but you were very surprised when he returned about forty-five minutes later with a bag. "Hello again," He said, voice uncertain and stance anxious.
