Can I Just Say How A Lot Of Ppl Are Down Baaad For Jake Lockley Even Tho This Man Only Had Like A Minute

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Person A: Here are our vampire costumes and ten bags of blood you asked for.

Person B: Thank you, darling! But how did you manage to come across so much of fake blood at the last minute?

Person A: F-Fake blood?!

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hear this because i need to scream abt this,

loki calls your cat, feline princess, the princess etc, talks about you both in plural terms like, “how are my princesses?”

“how are my queens doing?”

meet cute (?)

steven grant x reader | fluff, no pronouns, no spoilers!

a small oneshot in celebration of moon knight premiere. you can expect more fics for steven after more episodes are released <3

"Is this— is this seat taken?" an exhausted voice asked.

"No, I don't think so," you said with a smile. The man sat down, immediately sighing in relief. Your first thought was about how he looked kind of cute, but you internally scolded yourself.

You haven't even met him for five seconds, get a grip.

"Are you okay?" you asked moments later. "I have a flask of tea in my bag; you look like you've been through hell."

He looked startled, as if he wasn't used to strangers willingly talk to him. He immediately started to stammer.

"I just didn't— sleep well. Woke up and realized I'm late so I had to run. I swear I don't usually look like a zombie," he rambled on, and you watched him with a smile. That didn't help him either. If anything, it only made him more confused.

"So you didn't have breakfast?" you prodded.

He shook his head, not wanting to speak more and embarrass himself.

"Then it's settled." You unzipped your bag and brought out the flask, careful not to drop the other items on the floor. The bus was still speeding through the streets, so you handed the flask over to him while you zipped your bag properly.

Which was the worst thing you could have done because he was nothing if not clumsy.

He wanted to help, wanted to express his gratitude in some way, so he had tried opening the lid by himself. That part went ever so smoothly, but as he poured the content into the mug-shaped lid, the bus turned right, and all the tea went straight to the person on his left — you.

"Oh my gosh," he exclaimed while you yelped in surprise. The tea was still warm, but your jacket had taken most of the heat. Some still leaked through and stained your t-shirt, but at least you weren't burnt.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine, it's fine, I just need a towel." You rummaged through your bag again, but there didn't seem to be anything useful.

"I can get you new clothes," he said quickly.

"You don't have to, it was an accident—"

"No I mean, I work at a gift shop," he explained. "It's the next stop and I'll quickly get you a new t-shirt, if you'd like. You'll be a walking advertisement for the museum but atleast you won't be wearing the stained one — which I'm so sorry about by the way."

"You work at the museum?"

He frowned. Why did you look so impressed? "Yes. Uhm yes, at the gift shop. I said that part already, didn't I?"

"You did," you laughed. "I go to the museum every month — I love history. Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I'm not exactly a tour guide."

"That's a shame," you commented, shrugging. "Well, I don't have to be at my workplace for another hour so I'll take you up on the gift shop offer. Only if you allow me to buy you tea. And tacos."

"Oh?" he blinked in surprise.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, right? You must be hungry."

"That's right, yeah," he tried a smile, one that didn't quite look nervous anymore. Just genuinely happy. He decided he liked your company. "Okay, it's a dat- deal. It's a deal."

"You're cute," you said, laughing again.

He wondered if he looked as flustered as he felt. He wondered why he felt so warm and fuzzy inside.

Throughout the entire day, two words echoed through his mind, almost making him wanna twirl and giggle like a teenage boy again.

I'm cute.

I love daydreaming and not having to participate in life

i’m surviving solely on day dreams and fantasies at this point

Steven grant, my poor little meow meow

Thank you Marvel.