I'd Like To Apologise In Advance For The Person I Will Become When I See The Moon Knight Finale

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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.

something about marc going to every length to protect steven from the knowledge of his role as moon knight, including resetting all of the sleepwalking alarms, buying a new goldfish, and fronting long enough to convince him the incident in the alps was a dream, all presumably to offer them a chance at a normal life. then, when the knowledge can no longer be avoided, patiently calming steven down enough to take care of the monster in the museum… it just made me very emotional idk about y’all

“I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.”

— Nicholas Sparks

you know what's tender? calling someone endearments. do you know what's gentle? adding 'my' before those endearments. love? ya but listen to me. my love. of course, yes, a thousand times over.

I’m loving Season 2 so far!

can i just say how a lot of ppl are down baaad for jake lockley even tho this man only had like a minute of screen time throughout the whole show ???

because same /:

i’m an introvert until someone starts talking about the moon or my favorite books.

girls be like *he is my comfort character* and then bam its the most emotionally traumatised ficitonal man you’ve ever seen