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Heaven help the fools chapter 5

(Hello! I hope you like this fanfic. It’s going to be five chapters, that way I can put a good amount of detail into the story. It isn’t a Y/N reader, as the main character does have a name, and if it seems strange or annoying the way the conversations flow or the way things are described, sorry, that's just how i think and react to things. While most of the stuff in this is false, obviously, there will be a note at the end of each chapter letting you guys know what was actually real from personal experiences! Hope you all enjoy, i know i had a lot of fun writing this!)

Summery: you meet Steven in the museum gift shop and become fast friends, and maybe something even more!

Pairing: just Steven x female reader

Warnings: some swearing, being the family disappointment, sleep disorders, mentions of sex,

Genre: fluff, meet-cute, friends to lovers

Chapter 5: A Sunday kind of love

“Well, here we are,” I say, opening the door to my flat. Steven walks in and stands in the kitchen, looking around at everything. “Feel free to explore, I'm gonna go change real quick.” I grab my pj’s from off my bed and go to the bathroom, the only thing in the flat that has an actual door. The rest is just separated by Chinese folding screens. I look over my shoulder as I close the door, and see steven looking at some of the art I have hanging on my wall, all done by me. He's currently examining one I did of a woman with neon mushrooms growing out of holes in her face, and he looks a little confused. Oh well, I guess art isn't for everyone, huh?

I finish drying off and changing, stepping out of the bathroom to find steven now examining my fish tank, watching my little aquatic children swim around. He looks up when he notices me standing there. “H-hi, I was just, em,” he points to the tank. “I didn't know you have fish.”

“Yeah,” I move to stand next to him. “Theyre one of the easiest things to take care of that don't require constant attention but are still something I can focus and take care of.”

“There are babies! Theyre so tiny!” I smile. “Yeah, my black Platy, Morticia, was pregnant when I got her, so now I have about 8-9 little guys swimming around. I was thinking of naming them after famous pirates, both fictional and real.” I chuckle and head to the laundry basket next to my dresser, tossing my clothes in. “hey,” I call over since he was still watching the fish. He looks up at me, curls bouncing on his head. “You should shower and dry off, you look even colder than me. I've got a spare shirt that might fit you, and I can dry your shirt and tie and stuff and return them to you tomorrow or something.” “n-no, really, I'm fine, don't worry about me.” “relax, steven, it's ok. I'm not gonna come in or anything, I'm not gonna invade your privacy, I just don't want you dying of cold on my couch before were eve official, ok? So go, take a shower, leave your sure wet clothes, and take this shirt.” I hand him the only shirt I think would be big enough to fit: an extra-large grey shirt with a ghost cat on it. He holds it up and looks it over, blushing. “Come on,” I say, grinning, “you'll look great. Now go!” I shove him into the bathroom and close the door. “I'm going to make dinner. You're a vegan, right?” I call to him while heading to the kitchen. “Yeah.” he calls back. “Perfect. How do you feel about pancakes?” “u-um, sounds good? I haven't had those in a long time.” I hear the water turn on and open the curtain, and I turn and grab the stuff I need from the fridge, smiling. Let's make some dinner, shall we? I pull out my phone, rest it on its base, and open Spotify, finding my 50’s romance playlist. I hit shuffle, and ‘dream a little dream of me’ starts playing through the speaker. I mix all the ingredients, using some vegan egg mix I got from the store, and sing along to the song.

About 10 minutes later, steven gets out of the bathroom, wearing the strange combination of black slacks, sphynx socks, and my ghost cat shirt. I can't help but laugh. He walks over to me, looking embarrassed.

“That's a great look you've got going on there,” I say, grinning.

“I-leave me alone.” he smiles, looking over at the messy countertop covered in dishes and batter.” well, someone had fun cooking. Are you always like this?” “hey, the best way to cook is to do it all at once and clean it later.”

“Somehow, I don't think so. Give me those dishes, ill help.” he grabs the mixing bowl and utensils I used, and places them in the sink, turning on the water. “What are you listening to? It sounds nice.” “oh, it's uh, 40’s and 50’s music. American.”

“ah, I forget you’re from America.”

“Yeah, I forget that too. I say random things all the time and forget that you guys don't always know what I'm talking about, or visa versa. It's kinda confusing.” I laugh, humming along to the song playing, scooping the last of the batter into the pan, flipping it once it had reached the perfect dark brown.”

“You're burning the buggers!” steven exclaims, looking at the pancake I had just flipped, and then to a small plate on my left where a few others sat, equally dark, if not a bit darker.

“I am not! They taste better brown. Don't worry, though, I know a lot of people don't agree, so I made you a bunch that are just a nice golden brown.” I let the pancake sit a little bit longer, and sing along to the song currently filling the room, ‘Le Festin’. “You speak french?” steven looks up from the dishes, surprised. “Oh, no,” I stop singing, “I learned all the words to this song so I can pretend I do, but I haven't practiced my french in years. I love french music though, it's so pretty.” the song ends and fades into a personal favorite of mine, ‘A Sunday kind of love’ by Etta James.

“Oh, this song is one of my favorites.” I look at him, curly hair still slightly damp from the shower, falling in his face, eyebrows scrunched in frustration at a stubborn bit of pancake batter, and I sigh a little, imagining every day ending like this.

“Steven,” he looks up from the dish, a soft and innocent expression on his face. “Dance with me. I've always wanted to dance to this song.”

“O-oh, god, I don't know if I know how to dance, never really learned or had the chance, don't wanna step on your toes,”

“Hey,” I reach up and put a hand on his cheek, feeling warmth creep up from his blush. “It's not so hard, well go slow, that way you don't have to worry about stepping on my toes. Come here.” I put my arms around his neck, and feel his nads hesitantly rest on my waist. “Like-like this?” he looks down at me cautiously, eyes soft and sweet, dark like rich soil. “Yeah, that's right,” I say gently. “Now, we sway to the music.” I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling him tense a little as I play with the hair on the back of his neck.

He pulls me closer, arms wrapped around my waist, and whispers my name into the top of my head. “Yes steven?” I pull my head back to look at him, seeing his gentle blush matching mine. “How did a fool get so lucky?” I laugh a little, placing my head back on his shoulder. “Well, in Tarot, the fool symbolizes new beginnings, right? So, maybe, this is a new beginning, for both of us?” “hmmm,” he breaths into my hair, the feeling warm on my scalp. “I guess it is.” “thank you by the way,” I whisper, still swaying with him in the kitchen. “What for, love?” “well, you helped me feel safe.” “I will do anything to keep you safe. You're too important to me.” I smile, slowly swaying with him to the music, finally hearing the song come to a close. “See?” I say, looking up at him. “That wasn't so bad, now was it?” “no, I s’pose not.” I laugh, and step away, going to the cupboards to grab two plates.

“Should I clear off the table?” steven asks, looking at the poor table, piled high with books, mail, and other assorted things. “Nah, just leave it. We can eat in the living room. Have you ever watched pride and prejudice? Specifically the 2005 version? It's my favorite.” I head to the living room, hearing him follow me. “Nope, never watched it.” “oh, well, let me tell you, it is, in my personal opinion, one of the best romance movies to have ever been made. Kiera Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen are some of the best actors and did a beautiful job. “I settle into the couch, and steven sits right next to me, leaning on my shoulder. I smile softly as I open Amazon prime and go to ‘purchased movies’. Hitting play, I settle into the side of the couch and put my arm around Steven, letting him just rest against me, munching on pancakes.

Eventually, the credits roll and I look over at the adorable man sitting next to me, realizing he fell asleep halfway through the movie. I gently turn to face him, and he shifts a little, leaning his head against the back of the couch. I can't help but stare. He looks so calm, so relaxed. His lips are parted slightly, and he's snoring, just a little. His curls are hanging messily on his face, and I gently brush them away. He looks so happy, I could leave him like this forever. I wonder how often he actually sleeps. I gently caress the side of his face with my fingertips, letting them brush against the stubble on his cheekbones and jawline. Leaning forward, I put my forehead to his and whisper, “I love you, steven grant.”

“I love you too.” I hear him whisper back.

I scoot back from my leaned-over position, and back against the edge of the couch, blushing furiously. I hadn't realized he was awake!

He looks at me through half parted lashes and smiles bashfully. “I'm sorry, I'm a light sleeper. I felt you touch my face, but I didn't want to disturb you, and, besides i-i kinda liked it.” I think he was blushing even harder than me at this point. “I'm sorry I missed the ending of the movie,” he said, looking down at his hands. “It's ok, we can always watch it again.” I smile, taking his hands gently in mine. He smiles up at me nervously, licking his lips lightly. “Steven, if you want me to not kiss you right now, you cannot do that while we are holding hands, facing each other on the couch.” I look at him, on the very verge of having my first kiss ever. “I-i dont… you- you want to kiss me?” “yes, I do. Very much. And if you keep licking your lips like that I'm not going to be able to stop myself from doing so.” I feel the couch shift, and see steven move closer, till these sitting, on his knees, between my legs. I can't help but stare at his lips, the beautiful curved cupid's bow, how soft pink they were. I wanted them so badly. “D-do you want me to kiss you?” he asks, drawing my gaze from his lips to his eyes, desperate, pleading, but also soft, gentle, caring. “I-yes. I want you to kiss me.” I lean my forehead against his again, eyes closed, and whisper, “I've never been kissed before.” “me neither.” he smiles. He cups the side of my face gently with his hand, and leans forward, lips parted to meet mine. It's the most amazing feeling. He smells like coffee and my rose conditioner and incense, his lips taste like maple syrup. I pull him closer to me with one hand against his head, using the other hand to make sure I don't fall off the couch. Steven holds me gently by the waist to stabilize me, letting me know he won't let me fall. His nose fits next to mine and I feel like I've never trusted another person before in my life. Not like this. To completely let go and surrender yourself to someone else, someone you trust so much? It's a beautiful feeling. I pull away, smiling, eyes still closed. Steven lets out a small whimper and rests his head on my shoulder blade, breathing into my neck slowly.

“That was… wonderful. I understand why people kiss now.” he smiles, still resting his head on my shoulder. “Could we do it again?” I hear him breathe, hoping ill say yes.

“Steven,” I rest my hand on the back of his neck, stroking his hair. “If I kiss you again, ill never let you leave.” “Would that be such a bad thing?” he asks timidly?

“What about Gus?”

“Oh, well, I'm sure there's space somewhere in here for his tank, so he'll be fine,” he mumbles. I smile softly. He already wants to move in.

“D you really want to stay the night?” he sits up and looks at me, embarrassment and hope playing across his face. “I-i don't want to ‘sleep with you’ sleep with you, I just wanna stay, if I can…” I cup his face in my palm, stroking his cheek with my thumb. “Shhh, I know. You respect me too much to go against my boundaries, that's what I love about you.” I sit, thinking for a minute. “You can stay the night with me. I'll clean your clothes in the morning. Then you can g back to your place, ok?” “b-but,” he whimpers, looking on the verge of tears. “Steven,” I say gently, whipping his eyes with my sleeve. “If you truly feel safe here, we’ll figure something out, but you cant immediately move in. id have to clear some stuff out first. Wouldnt want to give Gus a sub-par room, now would we?” I smile at him, letting him know I wasn't upset. He smiles back softly, kissing the palm of my hand gently. “Come on, love. I'm tired, aren't you?” he asks, getting up and tugging my hand, bringing me to my bed. “I don't think I've ever been happier to fall asleep in my life,” I say softly as I snuggle into his arms, safe under the covers of the bed. “I love you, steven grant” I whisper, leaning my head against his chest. “I love you too, Ophelia Jane.” he kisses the top of my head and I drift off to sleep in minutes for the first time in years.

The end.

*end chapter authors note*

Hello beautiful people! Hope you liked this ending chapter, I had a lot of fun writing it! I’m not gonna lie thought, writing a kissing scene is pretty tricky when you’ve never kissed anyone before(I know, I’m 20 and still a virgin, sue me), so forgive me if it seems a little lacking. However, here’s the last list of things that are somewhat personal to me! Enjoy these last random tidbits!

1) that art Steven looks at when he’s in the flat is actually something I painted, and I really like it

2) the cat shirt Ophelia gives Steven is a shirt I own, also in a large size, because I feel comfy in baggy clothes

3) my fish Morticia did have babies, and I’m naming all of them off of famous pirates

4) I love browned pancakes. Don’t know why, I just think they taste better almost burnt

5) my favorite pride and prejudice is the 2005 version. I won’t be taking any other suggestions in the comments

And that’s a wrap! Leave any suggestions for fanfic you would love to see, and maybe I’ll write something, since I’m always looking for inspiration and love story telling! Hope you guys enjoyed this, I know I did!

- ghost Mac and cheese

P.S. did anyone notice since this was the last chapter, I chose the header gif to be Steven saying laters gators because there won’t be anymore of this fanfic? If you did, high five.

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Heaven help the fools chapter 4

Summery: you meet Steven in the museum gift shop and become fast friends, and maybe something even more!

Pairing: just Steven x female reader

Warnings: some swearing, being the family disappointment, sleep disorders, mentions of sex,

Genre: fluff, meet-cute, friends to lovers

Chapter 4: we’ll never have sex

We agreed to meet at Russell Square at 2:00 pm, so, obviously, I was ready by 10:00 am and restless until 1:20 pm, when I decided to leave. I figured that would allow me enough time to arrive and still have about 10 minutes to get used to my surroundings.

I took forever picking out my outfit, since it was pretty nice but also could get cold later or maybe even rain, so after running through my whole dresser and dumping all my clothes on the floor, I finally found the right thing: a sage green dress that showed off the curve I did have and ended about a hand width before my kneecaps, a small white cropped sweater, and my thick heeled black boots. I complimented this look with a more classic vintage style makeup and did my hair in a casual style, nothing too fancy. Now, earrings. I could choose the strawberry hoops, or maybe the black half moon hoops? No, I've got the perfect ones. I pull my fairy wing earrings from my jewelry box, watching the light catch the iridescent lining etched into the delicate resin wing designs. I put them in and look at myself in the mirror, giving myself a once over before heading out the door to catch the next bus. God, I'm so nervous.

I only wait five minutes before seeing steven walk up to me from his bus stop. I smile, looking him over quick. A nice black dress shirt and slacks, black shoes, and a black tie. How elegant.

He smiles at me, taking in my choice of outfits today. “I feel a bit underdressed, I will admit.”

“Steven, I'm the one who feels underdressed, you look amazing. You should wear black more often, it really suits you!”

“You think so? I feel a little silly.”

“Steven, trust me, you look very handsome.” I give him a shy smile, playing with the strings of my sweater.

“Now, m’lady, I know you don't like holding hands, so, how about you take my arm, and well go for a nice stroll around the park?” I smile again, taking his arm. He remembered. I'm so happy he remembered. I had told him a few days ago in casual conversation that I hate physical contact, and how mad it makes me when people randomly touch me or fist bump me, or grab me without asking. I didn't think he was actually listening since at the time, he had also been deciphering a word jumble in the latest paper, but I guess he had taken it to heart.

We took a lovely walk around the park, looking at the trees and flowers, and in general enjoying each other's company. It was amazing. I held his arm and we talked about everything under the sun, just really spending time with each other. Eventually, I stopped and asked if he wanted to sit and listen to music with me. I loved listening to music while walking. While doing anything really. I attach songs to certain places, and that allows me to relive memories every time I hear that song. It's a weird form of memory filing, but hey, it works I guess. I hand him an earbud and put mine in, pulling out my phone and opening Spotify. “This is a song I've listened to on repeat for about, oh, three days now,” I say, smiling softly. I go to the search bar and type: ‘we’ll never have sex’. I put on the song, turn up the volume, and put it on repeat, letting the song flow into my soul. I place my head on his shoulder and just listened. The sound of the birds, the sound of his heartbeat fluttering in his chest, the song, the busy traffic, the people, it all blended together, attaching themselves to this moment. I look up at steven, to see what he thinks, and he's got his eyes closed, looking at complete peace with the world. I've never seen him more relaxed.

He feels me staring and looks down, smiling his soft, sweet smile.

“What d you think?” I ask quietly.

“This song, I don't know how to explain it. How do you see this song?”

“Hmm, to me, this song is everything I want in a romance. Gentle conversations, kisses just to kiss, feelings safe, content. I want to wake up to this kind of feeling every day, and never have it stop. The respect and love and complete peace in this song is what I want. i-i don't feel comfortable with intimacy or sex, you already know I don't like physical contact, and that's included. I feel like most people don't want a relationship with someone they can't have sex with, so that tends to really narrow the dating pool to almost nonexistent. Most people don't understand it takes me a lot longer to break down my walls than most people, and this song makes me feel ok, like I can find this kind of love and respect somewhere” we sit in comfortable silence for a minute or two before I talk again.

“This song reminds me of you, you know. How I feel when I talk to you. This is how I feel right now.”

“Yeah,” steven smiles. “Me too.” I look down at his hand sitting on his leg, tapping rhythmically while he watched the people in the park. I lean closer to him, feeling his warmth. I reach out, hesitantly, and take his hand. I feel him jump a little, and his body shift to look down at me. He starts to open his mouth, but I shush him gently. “Sit here with me. It's a beautiful day in the park and I'm celebrating my first date. Today is a good day. Every day I'm with you is a good day.” he breaths out a slow, contented sigh, and we continue to sit in silence. I draw circles on the back of his hand with my thumb, and he rests his head on top of mine, letting the music fill us. This is true happiness.

We sit there for about another hour, listening to the same song, watching the people pass us by, enjoying each other company, absorbing the warm sun coming through the clouds. Then, without warning, the clouds opened up, and it started pouring on us. We made a quick dash to the closest open building, a book store, and collapsed together on the floor, soaking wet and out of breath. Steven started laughing, lying down in the middle of the floor next to me, and I just look down at him. It's so ridiculous I can't help but laugh too. His laugh is contagious. We sit there for another minute until the woman at the check-out desk informs us were very much in the way, and we apologize and get up, moving off to the side to figure out what to do next. Steven doesn't seem to be bothered with being wet, but I hate getting any kind of water on me unless it's the pool or the shower, so I'm not happy at all.

“Ok, we need to think of a route to get back to one of our flats. Where do you live?” I look at him, already formulating a plan on how to get out of my wet clothes.

“I-i uh, I live about 4 miles from here I think, how about you?” he blushes, looking flustered.

“First off, I'm not trying to sleep with you, did you miss the part about me hating physical contact? I just want to be warm, dry, and eat something, and I will go to great lengths to achieve that, so calm down. Now,” I pull out my phone, opening my maps app. “You live about 20 minutes further away than I do, so I guess that means we're going to my place. Cheers, love! You get to see the chaotic shit hole that is my flat! And besides,” I lean close to him, making him blush harder. “You have nothing to hide in your flat now, remember? I already know about the foot cuff you use when you sleep.” I give him my best sly and mischievous Cheshire grin, and walk out the door, waiting for him to follow me.

“Y-you left without me,” he grumbled, obviously flustered.

“No, I walked outside, love, there's a difference.”

“I thought you forgot about the bed cuff.”

“well, I did, but then I remembered again, and I couldn't resist teasing you. You're adorable when you're flustered.” I smile at him again, trying so hard not to tease him to death. I can't help it, I like seeing people squirm, it's fun.

I look around the corner and see the bus coming to a stop. “Perfect, come on!” I grab stevens arm and run to the bus, jumping on right before it left, dragging steven with me. Of course, I forgot he was there, so when I jumped, I pulled him with me, and he ended up nearly falling on top of me when I tripped and fell into the wall. He looked down at me, glowing bright red, and just muttered, “o-oh, uh, s-sorry.” I grinned and looked up at him. “Love, if you wanted me that badly, all you had to do was say so!” I giggle at his dumbstruck face, take his hand, and lead him to a seat in the back.

“N-no I promise, it's not what you think I swear-”

“Steven,” I stop him, “I know, I just like teasing you. You're cute when you blush. I don't think you could ever do something brash or aggressive like that on purpose, you just don't have it in you. But don't worry, that's what I love about you, your gentle. It's nice.” I rest my head on his shoulder again and play with the little buttons on his coat sleeves while waiting for our stop.

*end chapters authors note*

Hey all, hope you like this one, it was fun being mischievously flirty and watching Steven panic about it. Well, here it is, I don’t even know if you guys actually care about this, but here are the things that I put in that I actually experience/ like/ know in real life

1) I own that whole outfit Ophelia wears out, and I love it

2) everything about physical contact I hate. Don’t touch me

3) pretty sure I’m asexual, and I don’t see a lot of asexual content out in fanfics, so I decided to through it in as how I think I would react personally to trying to date someone when you don’t want sex

4) I’m OBSESSED with the song we’ll never have sex for obvious reasons

5) I hate being wet. Positively despise it. And that’s on sensory issues

6) I do like seeing people squirm. Fear me, feeble mortals

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Heaven help the fools chapter 3

Summery: you meet Steven in the museum gift shop and become fast friends, and maybe something even more!

Pairing: just Steven x female reader

Warnings: some swearing, being the family disappointment, sleep disorders,

Genre: fluff, meet-cute, friends to lovers

Chapter 3: wasteland, baby

It had been about two weeks now since that first time going to the coffee shop with steven, and about every day after, the both of you found some excuse to hang out. He gave you regular tours of the museum, and even though they were all basically the same, you always said yes when he asked, purely to just listen to him talk so excitedly and passionately about his obsession. You've learned a lot about him since the first time you met him, and he now knew a lot about you, but that was just because he was so easy to talk to that you couldn't help but open up to him. He listened to everything really intently, and wouldn't interrupt unless he got excited. He was kind and seemed to genuinely care, and that made you feel important.

You learned that he had a sleeping disorder, lives alone, never had a girlfriend, and loves jazz. He likes to bake, but never has any time, and is an avid collector of tiny seashells. I don't think I've ever been happier to know someone can collect tiny seashells because they love the swirl pattern in their shells.

I roll over and check my phone, confirming my suspicions. It was 3 am, and I was still awake. Even worse, I was thinking about steven, instead of sleeping. “God, I need a hobby. D you think he's up now? Should I text him? Ugh, no, that would seem too obvious.” I get up out of bed and pace around the open floor in my living room, trying to figure out what I could do, and whether I should call him or not. I decide to pull out my earbuds and play my sleeping playlist, shuffling it until I found the perfect song. I lay on my bed while Wasteland, Baby by Hozier filled my ears. I close my eyes and let the song wash over me, letting it lull me into almost sleep when my music stops. I check my phone to see what's wrong and see steven is calling me! Shit shit shit what do I do? Do I answer? I mean, he'd probably be upset if I didn't answer, yeah, I'll answer.

“Hello?”

“H-hey, I wasn't sure if you'd be awake! Glad to see I'm not the only one with sleep issues.”

“Hmm, yeah, I haven't been able to fall asleep all night.” and it's all your fault, you absolute moron, do you know what this is doing to me right now?

“Was there something you needed?” I ask, trying not to sound rude so he wouldn't think I was angry.

“O-oh, uh, not really, I, uh, just wanted to um, I just wanted to talk to you, i-guess. If this is a bad time, I can go.” he sounded so sad, that I couldn't say no to him.

“No, it's fine, I don't have work tomorrow, so I don't care if I can't fall asleep right now. Anyway, what are you up to? Anything interesting to pass the time?”

“Eh, you know, just puzzles, books, anything to keep my brain active, I guess. What about you?”

“I mean, I was thinking of starting a painting, but I'm not really sure of what. Maybe something psychedelic so I can mess around with neons and glow in the dark? A huge canvas of glowing neon eyes would be pretty cool.”

“I-are you being serious?”

“I'll be honest, at first I was joking, but that actually sounds like a really cool idea. Like, it's one face in the light, and another when you turn off the lights? I don't know. I've got a big canvas and glow-in-the-dark paint, though, so I guess we’re gonna find out, huh.” I started heading to the back corner crawl space where I keep my painting supplies, and steven starts talking about the eye and its symbolism in Egypt. Eventually, he stops, and I realize I've been quiet the whole time I've been painting.

“Steven, why’d you stop talking?” I ask, thinking something happened or he fell asleep.

“Oh, sorry, I thought you found me boring and I was afraid I had put you to sleep or something.”

“Oh.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I'm sorry, I just got so focused listening to you while painting I completely forgot to talk. If I'm being honest, I probably would fall asleep to you talking.” I hear a disappointed “oh” from the other end of the phone before I could finish my sentence. “No, not because your boring, because your voice is so nice and relaxing it makes me wanna fall asleep. I like sleeping to constant noise, and your voice has such a nice cadence that I could listen to you talk all night long and comfortably fall asleep to it. I didn't mean it rudely, don't worry.”

“O-oh, ok. So… you like my voice?” he sounded so timid, it was like a small child asking if their playground crush liked the drawing they made them.

“yes, steven, I like our voice,” I said with a smile. “I like a lot of things about you, actually. I like the fact that you love Egypt so much you could talk about it all day, that your hair looks really soft and is always slightly messy, and that you always listen with 100% interest to what I'm saying, even if you don't really want to, and that you respect my boundaries and personal space. I like the fact that you smell like an old library and the incense used in the Egyptian wing, and that you drink coffee every hour of the day and still look exhausted. I love how excited you get when listening to me talk, and how much you love your goldfish. I love a lot of things about you, steven grant.” I let it all out in one breath, feeling like I just shared a part of me I had never shared with anyone before. Steven was quiet for a while after that. Unbearably quiet.

“S-steven, are, are you ok?” I ask, nervous I had just ruined my only friend with my feelings.

‘I-you like all those things about me?”

“Yes,” I said, suddenly feeling really shy.

“You changed your wording, halfway through.”

“I-i did?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding thoughtful. ‘You started by saying you like a lot about me, and ended by saying you loved a lot about me.”

“I-i guess I did, huh.”

“So, um, w-which is it?”

“What?”

“Do you like me, or love me?” he sounded about as nervous as I felt, which is to say, incredibly nervous.

“Um, I mean, I guess, kina both, if that's ok?”

“Yeah, that's ok. I guess I feel both too. A-about you, I mean, not me.” I laughed at that.

“Ophelia,”

“Yes?”

“Would you, um, many wanna, wanna go out somewhere with me? Like, on a date? Not to any restaurants or anything, I know you get bad claustrophobia and anxiety when it comes to restaurants, but maybe somewhere else, outside maybe? Like in the park? We can make a day of it! Um, if that's ok?” he sounded so sweet, so genuine. This was truly what it felt like to be loved. To be important. To be cared about.

“Steven, I would love to”

“Oh, great, that's just great! Yeah, um, ill let you know the time and place, ya? I'll get it all figured out, don't worry.”

“Oh, I trust you.”

“Ok, well bye I guess,”

“Bye steven, I cant wait.”

“Bye Ophelia. Love you, laters, gators.”

He-he just said “I love you” to me! This is the day I die from happiness! You're going on a date! With STEVEN GRANT!! oh, and now that you are excited about it, not only will you not sleep for the next 3 hours, but you also get to cash in that free anxiety ticket you'd been holding on to for a rainy day, how fun! Sleep well!

‘Well,” I mutter to myself, I guess I better at least try to sleep somewhat once I finish this painting.” I take a deep breath, letting the full events of what just happened 15 minutes ago fully hit me.

“OH, MY GOD I'M GOING ON A DATE! FINALLY! AND HE'S SOOOOO HOOOOOOT!!!” I start jumping up and down, super excited until one of my neighbors knocks on my door and kindly reminds me with his middle finger it's now 4 in the morning, and he'd like to sleep.

“Sorry,” I whisper, “I just got a little excited, ill be going to bed now.” I close the door and walk over to my bed, falling in it, giggling like a teenage girl. This is the best day ever!

*end chapter authors note*

Hello! Glad you guys seem to be liking this series so far! So, quick update, i know i said six chapters, but I’m making it five, so that way i dont have an entire chapter of stupid stuff that’s unnecessary! Anyways, aside from that, here’s stuff about me that i put in this chapter!

1) i love jazz, baking, and collection tiny things, including seashells, since i happen to conveniently live by a beach

2) i paint quite a lot, and the painting Ophelia makes is something i actually really want to paint soon

3) i have pretty bad anxiety and claustrophobia when it comes to certain places like restaurants, so i generally feel safer outside

Anyway, thanks for reading!

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Heaven help the fools chapter 2

(Hello! I hope you like this fanfic. It’s going to be six chapters, that way i can put a good amount of detail into the story. It isn’t a Y/N reader, as the main character does have a name, and if it seems strange or annoying the way the conversations flow or the way things are described, sorry, thats just how i think and react to things. While most of the stuff in this is false, obviously, there will be a note at the end of each chapter letting you guys know what was actually real from personal experiences! Hope you all enjoy, i know i had a lot of fun writing this!)

Summery: you meet Steven in the museum gift shop and become fast friends, and maybe something even more!

Pairing: just Steven x female reader

Warnings: some swearing, being the family disappointment, sleep disorders

Genre: fluff, meet-cute, friends to lovers

Chapter 2: not quite a date

I sat in the mummification wing of the museum, pencils and sketch pad in hand, ready to take another crack at the intricate sarcophagus drawing I'd been working on all week. I'd been hoping to catch steven after that first time meeting, but he hasn't shown up at all in the past week, so now I've just given up hope and dedicated my time to this stupid drawing I now have to finish.

As I sketch out the face on the sarcophagus, I feel someone standing behind me. God, why can't people realize it's rude to stand behind someone when they're drawing. Can't you see I'm busy? I huff, irritated. “If you're gonna watch over my shoulder, at least bother tipping. Replacing a personal space bubble costs a lot nowadays, you know.” I continue sketching, feeling the eyes looking over my shoulder move to the front of my head, and I look up, ready to chide off another stranger hoping for a quick picture in front of another dead body, but suddenly regret every decision I had ever made when I realize the lingering eyes belonged to the one and only steven grant.

“I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I-i thought I saw you here, and donna, my boss, says you've been coming here for the past week, drawing everything in the place. I was just curious what you were doing. I-i think it looks great.” he smiles timidly, scared he'll say something wrong.

I give him an apologetic smile. “Don't be sorry, I just had a lot of people bother me over the past week when all I wanted to do was sketch. I also don't like people watching me. I didn't mean to be rude.” I go back to working on the face mask, and he continues to awkwardly stand there. No, Steven please, don't be awkward, I don't know what to say when things are awkward! Um, um think! Art? Yeah, go with art. Talk about art. “S-so,” I start, unsure of where I'm supposed to be going with the conversation. “I- uh, you haven't been here for the past week. I was wondering where you were.” that's…that's not art. We had a great topic and I just threw it away. Nice.

“Oh, yeah, I had to go out of town for a bit. Wait, you looked for me?” his eyes filled with hope and curiosity, and his cheeks turned a slight red.

“Uh, yeah. You were an interesting person and I enjoyed our conversation. It was fun. I don't normally talk to people when I go out, I actually prefer just doing things alone.'' I chuckle nervously, twisting my moldable eraser in my hands. “Oh, I can leave if you want, then I didn't mean to intrude.” I looked up quickly. “Oh, no please! Don't go!” why. Why did we just say that? Why couldn't we let him walk away and stare at him from afar? God, I'm impulsive. “I-i mean, I like talking to you. You-your easy to talk to. You don't think I'm weird. I mean, maybe you do, and I just don't know, I'm not a mind reader after all and- sorry. I didn't mean to ramble, I got nervous, heh.” he just laughed. “Um, I was gonna grab a coffee, did you wanna come?” I offer the invitation, hoping he'll say yes so we can talk more, but begging he'll say no so he just remains a nameless person I see on occasion. But he's not nameless, stupid, he told us his name. It's steven. Are you dumb? I'm not dumb, I know his names steven, I did it for dramatic purposes! God, why are we like this? “Sure, I would love to!” he exclaims, looking excited. “Excellent. I know a great place!” I gather my pencils and sketchbook and toss them in my bag, standing to face him. Oh, I didn't realize before, we were almost the same height. Heh, smol bean steven. I chuckle to myself, and Steven looks at me curiously. “What are you laughing about?” “hmm? Oh, I just thought of something funny, don't worry about it. Come on, it's this way!”

We sit down with our coffees, and I look around, observing the people in the cafe today. “Mmm, this coffee is good.” he smiles after taking a sip. “Yeah, I love the brown sugar cold foam latte, it's delicious.” I take a sip of my drink before taking a bite of my blueberry scone. “S-so,” he hesitates, picking at a small spot on the table. “I feel like I don't know anything about you. G-got any interesting things about yourself?” he looks up at me from under those beautiful lashes, and my heart melts a little. “Yeah, I suppose. Um, to start with I moved here about 8 months ago, and I just started going out and getting to know places.”

“It took you that long?”

“Yeah, I have a hard time with change and control, so it took me a while to unpack all my stuff and get comfortable where I live.” I brush the crumbs from my scone onto the floor, looking at him curiously. “What about you?”

“Oh, um, I own a fish with only one fin. His name is Gus.” I laugh.

“What's so funny?” he asks, confused. “Nothing, it's just, you ask me to tell you interesting things about myself and I tell you I have control issues, and when I ask you the same thing, you tell me you have a fish with one fin?” “oh, well, I figured you already knew about the bed cuff thing, so that was the only other thing I could think of.”

“Oh, I completely forgot about that!” he looks at me, confused.

“I have a really bad memory, can't remember anything past this morning. It's like my brain takes all my thoughts and jumbles them up and puts em I a box and leaves me to sort through it, so because nothing is in order, I don't know what happened. I also have no concept of time, space, or awareness. I get lost very easily.” he laughs at that. “Well, anything else interesting about you, miss Ophelia Jane?” he looks at me, thoughtful. I feel like his eyes are searching my soul.

“Um, let's see, for three years I was planning on opening a bakery, till I realized it was something my mother wanted from me, and not what I actually wanted to do, so now I'm a content creator/artist, or as my parents see it, a disappointment.” I look up from my coffee, wondering why he's so quiet, and see a look of utter hurt and sadness on his face. “I-im so sorry. That sounds awful!” “oh, it's ok, really, I forget most of the time that not everyone thinks depression jokes are funny. Don't worry about my disappointed parents' though, they're used to it. I'm the oldest of five, and I got all the” I make jazz hands to emphasize “emotional damage. Anyway, let's not be depressed!” I chuckle again, looking at his slightly shocked face. “Erm, yeah, so you said you do art? What kind? Besides sketching, I mean.” “oh, well I do mainly sketching, painting, and digital art. But I don't really do that stuff for work, it's more of a hobby. For now, I work here on the weekends to pay the bills.” “really? I didn't know. I mean, how would I, I don't stalk you or anything, I promise-” “steven, I get it, it's all good. So, you work at the museum right? What's your favorite part?” as soon as those words leave my lips, I see his eyes light up excitedly. Yes! Talk to me for hours, you beautiful sleep-deprived god! He begins to raddle off all of the best exhibits in the museum and how Egypt shaped the rest of the modern world, and I just sat there, watching this man talk more than he's probably talked in years.

We ended the coffee ‘date’ about an hour after we got on the subject of ancient Egypt, and steven promised me a tour of his favorite wings in the museum. “H-hey, um, could I, I mean, would it be alright if-if I gave you my number? I really like talking to you, and then we could plan to hang out more!” he looked really nervous, as if he was just waiting for me to say no. OOOOOHHHH!! NOWS ARE CHANCE! HE'S GIVING US HIS NUMBER! HEHEHEHE!

“Sure, here, put it on my phone, and ill text you so you know it's me, ok?” I grin at him, happy I finally have someone to talk to who doesn't mind my never-ending chattering.

‘O-ok sounds good! Um, well, ill catch you on the flip flop, laters gators!” he waves and walks away, leaving me chuckling at the ridiculous but seemingly characteristic goodbye he just gave me. I have steven's grants number! I WILL NO LONGER BE SINGLE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!! I skip slightly down the street, waiting for the bus to come and take me home. What a great day. It wasn't quite a date, but it was nice all the same. I'm glad I met him.

*end chapter authors note*

Hey guys, me again. Hope you liked this chapter, i thought it was really cute. Anyway, here’s your interesting facts about me that i put into the story to make it seem more relatable(?)

1) i am very impulsive, so that entire interaction in the beginning could totally happen with someone if was brave enough to talk to people

2) i have very bad control issues and have a hard time with new things, so I’m pretty sure if i did move somewhere he wit would take me almost a year to get used to it all and be ok

3) that whole thing about the bakery, disappointing your parents, and being the oldest of five kids is all true, and to top it all of, i was homeschooled and had autism and didn’t know it. What a great mix, huh?

4) i talk. A LOT. Like, imagine steven going on a big thing about how much he loves Egypt, but its me, talking about everything like that. A lot of people hate me for it.

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ghostmacandcheese · 2 years

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*quick authors note before we begin*

Summery: you meet Steven in the museum gift shop and become fast friends, and maybe something even more!

Pairing: just Steven x female reader

Warnings: some swearing, being the family disappointment, sleep disorders

Genre: fluff, meet-cute, friends to lovers

Heaven help the fools chapter 1

Chapter 1: strange strangers

I walked up to the gift shop counter of the British Museum, clutching a metal puzzle pyramid, a book on the curse of King Tut, and a plush Taweret, the hippo goddess. The man behind the register looks on the verge of passing out, his eyes barely open, lips slightly parted, curly hair messily resting on his forehead. As I stand there, unsure of what to do now that I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know I'm even standing there, I look at him more closely. He’s got lovely cheekbones and a great facial structure. I'm tempted to pull out my phone to take a reference photo. He’d make a great portrait. Those eyelashes and brows are stunning.

I find myself staring at him, my critical artist's eye going into a frenzy at this absolutely beautiful man standing before me.It takes a second to realize he’s now fully conscious and staring back at me, a quiet curiosity playing in his eyes. Wow, his eyes. They’re so soft. They have such warmth in them like they’re staring into me. Wait… staring-h-he’s awake!! Shit! He just saw me staring at him! Quick, think!

“H-hi! I…um, I didn’t mean to stare, I just… wasn’t sure if you were awake?” God, even I could tell what a terrible lie that was. I really need to stop staring at beautiful people.

“Oh, it's ok. I just feel bad I didn’t know you were there. I've been noddin off all day, haven’t gotten a wink of sleep in the last month, don't know why.” He chuckled to himself, cheeks slightly pink. Hmmm. He gets embarrassed easily. Adorable.

I didn’t really know what to say, so I just stood there, shifting from foot to foot, waiting for him to ring up my items so I could leave and then promptly die from embarrassment. It took me a minute to realize why he was still staring at me until I looked down and saw I had all my stuff still in my arms. Why? Why today of all days do I decide to act like a complete fool? And why is it always in front of men that are totally my type? Can I, for just once, get it together, please? I feel my cheeks turn bright red, and I get even more embarrassed, turning an even brighter red.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to forget to put my things up, I just forgot I was holding them, heh.” You figured he wouldn’t believe you, and just nod along like most people, because how could someone forget they were holding something they just went to pay for? I mean-

“No, it's alright, the other day I had a terrible nightmare and jumped out of bed, forgetting I had my leg restraint on and ended up falling right on my face. My nose was purple for days.” He chuckled to himself again, and then we both sat there in silence for a minute or two, letting that sentence just rest. Then he started turning bright red.

“I-i mean- heh, I don't- ehhh” he looked around frantically, looking for something, anything, to break the awkward silence left by that last statement.

“Hey, don't even think of it. I tell one of my coworkers on a regular basis how easy it would be to kill her and everyone thinks I’m a psychopath when it's really just my way of saying that I care about her, so I guess we're both weird.” I look up and smile at him, watching some of the worry leave his eyes and fill with a slight bit of humor, and a little concern.

“Besides,” I chuckle, picking at one of my nails, “it's not like I have anyone to tell your deep, dark secret to, I have no friends.” He picks up the book, hippo, and pyramid puzzle and places them in the bag, telling me my total.

“Well, I don't have any friends either, so I guess your murderous ways are safe with me as well.” He looks up at me with a small smile, and I can see a hint of mischief in his dark eyes. God, he is beautiful. I smile as I take my bag, telling him to leave the receipt. I turn to walk out, but he catches me before I take another step.

‘Wait, wait... I don't know your name!” he looks worried, like if I walk through the door, he'll never see me again. I smile at the ground, blushing slightly.

“Oh, my name's Ophelia. Ophelia Jane. a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“I-I’m steven. With a V. grant. S-steven grant.” he coughs and shuffles his feet, embarrassed.

“Well, Steven with a V, I'll see you around, ya?” I give a small wave.

“Y-yeah, I'll be seeing you I guess.” he laughs nervously and waves back at me one last time before I leave, ready to head home for the day.

I sit in the back row of the bus, only half paying attention to the stops that are made along the way. With my traveling playlist blasting in my ears, I allow my mind to wander, absentmindedly humming along to the songs playing.

As I watch the city flash by through the window, one song fades out and is replaced by the next, Snaggletooth by Vance Joy.

ah, I love this song. My mind travels through all that happened today and stops to rest on Steven. Sweet steven. I don't think I've ever met another person that I've talked to so easily. I could sit and listen to him talk forever. He's got such a gentle voice, and it's so relaxing. And his lips, he's got such a beautiful cupid's bow and great cheekbones. And that five o’clock shadow and curly, unkempt hair. It looks soft, I would love to play with it. God, I bet he smells amazing, like incense and warm sunlight and old books and coffee. Imagine hugging him? Imagine falling asleep next to him? Ooooh, imagine-SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT THIS IS OUR STOP GET OFF QUICK NOW! I quickly scramble my stuff together, muttering to myself as I get off at my stop. “Wow, pervert, you really almost just missed your stop over a man you met ONCE IN A GIFT SHOP! This isn't a freaking fanfic, get it together!” I ran across the street to my building, just missing the rain that was about to fall.

Terry, the building guy, just looked up at me as I walked in, and I hopped in the lift, getting off at the 3rd floor.

Turning to the first door on the right, I pull out my key and swing open the door to survey the kingdom that is my flat.

I flip on the light and put my bags down on my already full table in the kitchen. A crappy place to live, but it's better than nothing. I get a small cooktop, an even smaller fridge, and my incredibly cluttered table in the far right, closest to the door, and in the left corner was my bathroom, with my bed in the back, desk by the window in the back right corner, and small tv and bean bag chairs in the somewhat center of the room. “Home sweet home,” I mutter as I kick off my flats, walking over to the fish tank on my desk.

“Alright, roll call guys, I need to make sure none of you died while I was gone. Let's see here… Morticia, Sally, Lydia, my gothic girls, you’re here, Jester and Harlequin, there you are, Buttercup, got you, Sunshine, still swimming backward like a little freak, hello, and lastly, my beautiful snail queen, pearl. How are all of you? Here,” I get them a sprinkle of food. “You get your dinner, now I get to shower and grab mine.” I go to my wardrobe and grab my favorite leggings and oversized shirt, and take a steaming hot shower, ready to crash from the long day I had.

*end authors not*

And thats the end of chapter one! I hope you guys liked it, i sure had fun writing it! As promised, here are things that are real about me that i put into this story because i can.

1) those fish are my fish, those are all they’re names. They’re now tumblr famous.

2) all the music mentioned, while not much, are songs that I listen to and LOVE.

3) i do indeed threaten my coworker with her own demise, but i do it out of love, and she knows it, so its ok.

4) i do actually talk to myself like this. I find it highly amusing, so i decided to put it in. I don’t care if anyone else finds it funny or not.

5) the only reason i think steven would smell like incense is because I LOVE the smell of incense.

6) i stare at people that i think are pretty because they have aesthetically pleasing faces and want to draw them. I can’t help it.

7) i have actually had stuff in my hands and forgot it was there. I am dory in human form.

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