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honestsycrets · 5 years

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Lies By Omission

❛ pairing | ivar x stripper!reader

❛ word count | 2562

❛ genre | one shot

❛ summary | you love ivar, but you never told him what you did for a living.

❛ warnings | nervous reader, lies, betrayal, lapdancing on a brother’s lap, mention of drag queen.

Bachelor party.

One in a million.

“Who do you think booked it, Mama?” You ask, rubbing deep red lipstick upon your pouty lips. You twist the silvery portion of your mac lipstick to replace it where it belonged in your black travel make up bag. A heavy dousing of spray made sure your face wouldn’t move during performance. Because, after all, that wasn’t hot. It was only hot when your lipstick gave the slightest smear for those lucky enough to receive the slightest brush of your lips.

“Now don’t worry about it, Bunny. I hear it's some big shot, hot shot fresh off the line ceo. He’ll treat you real good.” Mama says from behind olive green feathers of her prop fan. She was into that whole burlesque thing. It suited her. She often led these strip parties on for the doomed man to be. You watch her drag the soft feathers of her fan across the green jeweled top that propped up her faux deep breasts dusted in gold. Mama always glittered like golds upon dusky rock.

You on the other hand sit on the supposed piece that Alfred advised you to wear that night. A muted red Chantilly bra with a matching g-string. It could have been classified as being sweet with lace fringe if not for the strappiness of the cage bra and strings that slap across your hips. You take a great sigh as you slip out of your previous outfit from just a hour ago and pull the bra carefully over pierced nipples. A combination pack when considering the fact your belly button was pierced too… and maybe, just maybe, something else.

“I’m overthinking Alfred’s promise.” You answer, looking into the mirror that stretches along the dressing room. You run your stiletto nails through your hair, mussing it into place. Mama stops applying the golden pad of makeup to her chest and spins her thick body around in her stool to run her thick fingers through a bouncy lock of your hair.

“He keeps ‘em.” She reassures you. You reach a manicured hand up to hers, teasing your nails along her long digits. You purse a smile, lips spreading while you give her a little sigh.

“But what if he finds out?” You ask.

“A real man ain’t gonna have you catering to his ego. Tell him or lose the bonus weight already, baby.” Mama turns back to herself, fixing her head full of bouncy ringlet curls. You step off of the stool to check your heels just as there is a knock on the door.

“Mama, the party is here!”

“Sounds good sweetheart.” Mama pops up onto high, high, higher heels than yours. Her vivacious green eyeshadow highlight deep chocolate eyes. She stands up higher than you, offering out her arm to yours. “Show tiiimmme!”

Alfred's faux classy dance bar was something that was considered the best of places. For the girls in this sort of ‘lifestyle’ or so Alfred called it, he promised a lot. For such a large clientele he had, there were separate areas. You had only been in this section a few times. Mama taught you how to dance and, well, that’s what you were meant to be doing today.

Mama would lead and take care of the whole arrangement from top to bottom. Drinks, company, a backstage arrangement to which the cops were thoroughly paid off for and Alfred claimed nothing over. Your hips chase the beat of Mama’s song choice long before anyone ever came in. You had to, well, get yourself in the right mood at first. You eyelids hood somewhat with your hand around the cool metal of the bar.

Opal would be spinning around the opposite pole in her white sheening lingerie, a sensual motion following ethereal fabrics until she would cast it off. Valerie and Fiona were thrown about, somewhere you couldn’t really account for with the rightful strobing of light. The music bled into your ears, fueling your hips to take to their own beat. Slide down, baby, do that slut drop those bad boys wanna see.

You’re a good girl, aren’t you?

Would I be here if I was? You recall telling Mama the first time you pulled those thigh highs way up your bare skin.

Not if you’re gonna make it.

The piercing whistle pulls you from your activity, focusing away from the cloaked figures watching mama’s show and--

“Hey Bunny.” Sitting just below you were two women. A blonde and a brunette, seemingly enamored with one another. But the voice belongs to a male. And… it isn’t your Mama, so who is calling you?

Then you do what you really shouldn’t have. But… what you had to, looking for the keeper of the voice. Two boys approach where you dance around a pole-- a blond with long hair braided back into a ponytail. His nearly non-existent eyebrows pull up, holding up a crisp twenty dollar bill in his lithe hands and in his eye, the look of the snake. You stop cold of working your ass around the cold metal of the pole, bent over so your breasts jiggle almost out of the chantilly lace.

Sigurd… Sigurd Snake in the Eye. His hand palms himself through his pants as he looks to you, square and deadpan in the eye. It isn’t so much him that you fear, but rather, the man on the other side of that tiny table. He watches you.

Dread hits you cold and hard-- seeing another set of blue eyes popped and wide. Then as if they come to peace with that realization, his eyes come back to speed. Barely watching, narrowed. His lips pull into a thin line.

“Don’t run.” He mouths sitting beside his brother. The look of a predator if you could compare it to one. Sure, all the men had a similar look. But he-- he knew what he owned and he owned you in that very moment.

You step down the steps, each step with a warm pop until you stand in front of him. Sigurd Snake in the Eye leans forward, tucking the wad of cash into the panty line of your pants. It was, after all, a topless bar. Then he leans back cognizant of how hard his brother’s head had snapped around, following him past the dark brown hair tumbling over one shoulder.

“How can I help you, Sigurd?”

“A lap dance.” The blonde hisses. “So my brother can watch.”

Shake it off, shake it off.

“No touching.” You start with a raise in your hips, dropping slowly on one side and then another between his legs. Sigurd watches with evident pleasure as you glide down, coursing your hands across his thighs and up his shirt. Your breasts rake their way against him. You raise and turn, bending your legs slightly. You set your hands to your knees, rolling your round ass in that tiny little string against his jeans.

A small hiss escapes Ivar’s lips.

Then-- you feel his dick straining his jeans. It’s obvious he’s enjoying this. The mix between tormenting his brother and feeling your ass barely touch down on his dick and lift up as you shake it up and down for no one else’s pleasure but his own. But you’re not so stupid as to ignore Ivar sitting across the table.

Hands flexing. Fingers tightening and releasing.

The tease drips into dangerous territory when you at long last drop your hips on Sigurd’s lap, grinding him in the best of ways. Ah, that was it. That was just what he wanted, his slender fingers dangled the rim of his cup, running his tongue across his thin lips. You slip off of his lap yet again, making him groan in disapproval. Soon enough though, you straddle his thighs, leaning in with a roll of your torso. The straps of your bra slip down your shoulders, giving Sigurd a nice eyeful of the tits that nearly spillover out. You shake your breasts at him, clearing your rising and falling upon him.

Then, with nothing else, you slip off his lap. Sigurd slides a crisp bill between your straps on your hips, then with nothing else to do, drinks the last of his drink. You nearly go back up the stairs when you hear it.

“M’ere, pretty bitch.”

With the music, you’re not really sure how Mama has heard. But she has, snapping her head around. You motion your fingers down and look to Ivar holding out his folded wad of cash with that tall tale look that says-- well, this was the one. Her puffy lip pouts out, a small shake in her head. She moves back to Ubbe and tips his cup, spilling the alcohol all over his throat.

You stride over in only a few steps, plucking the money from his fat, short fingers. A hundred. You pocket the money on your string that Ivar has an iron clad gaze upon, his nostrils flaring in what you can only deem is hate. You motion him in that direction. He shifts to sit up in his chair, abandoning his crutch and swirling his drink.

“Well?” He says. “Get on with it.”

“Ivar--”

“No, no you wanted this job. So go ahead. I paid you and everything.”

Like with Sigurd before, you step up to Ivar. Not quite in front of him, but not tar enough that he couldn’t touch either. You pull your hips up and down, rolling them and smoothing out the motions to your hips in front of them. Ivar sneers, unpleased with your motions. Even this pisses him off, you can see it in the intensity of his gaze.

The pump of the music isn’t the only thing giving you a headache now.

It’s the dread in not knowing what he was thinking. You know a portion of what he was thinking. All the days that you laid in his bed with lies. So, so many lies. I work as overnights, you had told him. But… nothing like this. You smooth your hips between his legs, and somewhere along the way, Ivar’s hand has drifted behind your neck to pull you up over his body. You allow it, letting him pull off your top. It was, after all, a topless nightclub for the right price. To be honest, that price could have been as simple as a dollar.

You lean forward over his chest, straddling his lap with unabashed effort this time. It was more than a shake of your tits and swirl of your hips. It was almost a fight for the relationship that you so desperately wanted with him-- despite the information that you hadn’t given him. Ivar senses that, dropping his hand down to meld your covered pussy.

It’s breaking all of the rules that Alfred set in place.

Clients couldn’t touch. No sex in the nightclub.

All of that for him.

“Turn around. Facing the stage.” You hastily obey with his command. After setting his drink on the empty table, Ivar’s free hand moves to your jaw. He snatches you, forcing your lips on his with every sweet roll of your hips rubbing down upon his lively cock behind his jeans.

“You didn’t tell me.” Ivar says, peeling away you thin panties. You turn your face toward him, closing your thighs around his hand. His fingers playfully stretch and wiggle around your inner lips, stroking you to front until he hit your warm entrance.

“You would have broken up with me.” You complain.

“Isn’t that my choice, mm?”

It was true… but, jealously you don’t want him to go. He was yours! You couldn’t imagine losing him because of something so trivial as a job. If Mama could see this now, she probably would have marched her glittering ass over there and smacked you a good one.

Do what you gotta to keep what you want, she told you once.

“How are you going to make up for your lies?” Ivar whispers into your ear, warm puffs of alcohol smelling breath against your ear. Your hips move on their own against his hand, grinding against him with a desperate need to feel forgiven.

“Anything.” You say. “I’ll do anything.”

After a long pause, Ivar lets out a small congealed moan of his pleasure. Then with no further words, he buries his middle finger within your moist walls fully expecting that your pussy will be ready for more.

“Ride my hand then. In front of all my brothers.”

It wasn’t just his brother there-- Mama, Alfred and other strippers were there too. To keep him though, you would do whatever necessary. Especially if you were in the wrong, rolling your hips down his fingers like it was Sigurd’s lap earlier. It isn’t long before he adds another finger, leaning back to drink his cup while you ooze over his fingertips. He finishes his cup, dropping it onto the table when Sigurd catches his attention. He’s come again, non-apologetically watching on the edge of the stage.

“You always were a creep.” Ivar says, bringing the hand on his alcohol around to gently massage your clit, forcing you to quake.

“Is he watching?” You whisper lowly under your breath.

“Yes.” Ivar says. “Keep going princess, you’re opened so beautifully.”

As you lift off his fingers this time, he adds one more finger. It aches your walls to take three of his fat fingers without the lube that he usually would finger you with when you were so close to orgasm. Ivar however knows that, shifting his nose to the side of your neck to lay soft encouraging kisses.

“You’re doing so good for me.” He whispers.

“(Y/N)?” Another voice-- this time, you recognize it as being Afred who stops in front of you. Your eyes close shut, enjoying the frantic pounding of Ivar’s fingers and love to your clit. It would be a big no-no what you were doing. “You know the rules.”

Fuck the rules, you think.

“Oh, c’mon Alfred.” Ivar lifts off your neck, pulling your legs up to your chest instead while fingering you in just the right place. “I know you’re not as innocent as you look.”

When you cum, its with a hard scream. You spill over his fingers, rather squirting upon Alfred who is close enough to be boot to boot with Ivar. He lets loose a small little laugh while you ride it out, but then smacks your ass to stand up.

“C’mon baby girl, let’s go.” He props his crutch under his arm, avoiding the mess you’ve made. Alred steps back so that you might look for your bra, clipping a bit in place. Even Mama has her hands on her hips-- but its with a mischievous little smile that she looks with you.

“Where are we going, Daddie?” You ask Ivar while putting on your bra.

“To get your things. Then to my father’s stripclub.”

“Why there?” You ask him, taking his arm while guiding him to the dressing room where you gather your things from your chair. When you turn back to him, Ivar lifts your chin up so that he might warmly kiss you.

“I don’t mind you dancing. But its going to be on my terms.”

He was always a jealous man. Sigurd would be your last lap dance.

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davamuramatsu · 4 years

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Jammin’ with Nature & Rich Red Hues of July

I must admit. I have been stuck not knowing in which direction to take this blog post. June has come and gone. Being in transition confuses me. Am I writing from who I want to be and where I’d like to take my life? Am I expressing what I feel and think in the present? I realize I ought to begin somewhere and am certain you all have been there in some form or another. Just do it. Don’t over think it. What ever it is. Easier said than done. My nature overthinks. Not sure what I expect to accomplish, but with courage and motivation, one foot in front of another, we move ahead. Often, when listening to the silence, a sign, an omen, a guiding light appears. Cloud formations for instance. I’m certain there are distant messages within those cloud formations and they are telling us something.

This summer has been filled with a variety of temperatures, beautiful sunshine, weather drama including micro bursts of rain, balancing the heat of the day into the nights. The word balance, I use here, due to my fear of another fire driven summer as the one in 2016. I am grateful that it is not. I love this one. Hark! Loving clouds and rain. I took a FaceBook quiz just the other day to determine where I should reside based on their questions. I got Seattle! I’ve never visited, but it is definitely on the list. At present, I am enjoying my escapes to the beach, soaking up the sun, and grounding myself in the refreshing salt water on the North Shore. Somehow, I’ve always gravitated North and not towards the Cape. Ever. The frigid water is always a challenge, numbing the feet and ankles, seemingly not to warm up until well into August-just in time for the disappearance of the greenhead flies. Back on land away from the roaring ocean waves, we see a tinge of the beginning of Autumn preparation.

JULY’S RUBY REDS

So for the moment I will share what I am loving: libations and food. Instead of the blood orange mimosas I have been craving, a seasonal substitution was called for, because blood oranges are not in season. I used a splash of pomegranate/blueberry juice with Veuve Clicquot. Festive and tasting delicious, with just the right amount of twist on a classic glass of champagne, the drink satisfied my passion of the moment. The hollow flutes look so statuesque with the bubbles dancing and rising within.

Accompanying these beautiful drinks, I created two different salads with a dinner of Middle Eastern inspired marinade over chicken wings. The first one below, was from a photo I had seen, so I HAD to try it. You just have to remember not to slice all the way through the tomato, otherwise you’ll ruin the concept. So simple to create.

Slice a juicy red, orange or your choice heirloom tomato nearly to the bottom. Insert pre-sliced mozzarella rounds, fresh basil leaves, small dollops of pesto, drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle black pepper all over, then drizzle a very small amount of rich balsamic on the dish. Let stand and serve at room temperature. Delectable. Try it! The other red base dish I’ve made recently is another sort of salad which actually worked well with the dish below. This time chick peas and roasted grape tomatoes are the main characters.

I slow-roasted an entire pint or maybe it was two of grape tomatoes. Add olive oil, crushed garlic and a little salt. Set oven at 200 degrees. Roasted them for nearly two hours and no, they did not burn to a crisp – shocking! They caramelized by themselves and basically tasted like candy when done. I realize there is a slight redundancy in the ingredients, but in all honesty, it doesn’t seem like it when you are actually enjoying it. Here we have a red wine vinaigrette which melds the fresh flavors of this hearty salad. One can of chick peas drained and rinsed, half of an English cucumber, quartered, half of an avocado, cubed, lots of fresh basil, black pepper, little French sea salt, and of course those roasted little red tomato critters. Mix together and add the vinaigrette. Done.

WHY EAT RED?

Such a great question. When you are eating vivid or saturated colors, it truly feels like it is so good for the body! Obviously I’ve combined a fair amount of greens in the mix too. It is a known fact, however, that red foods are the new Power House of nutrition. There is a true cornucopia of red foods, such as strawberries, cherries, raspberries, beets, tomatoes, radicchio, apples and cranberries. The list goes on. Red fruits and vegetables are loaded with powerful and healthy antioxidants, such as lycopene and anthocyanins, which fight heart disease and prostate cancer while decreasing the risk for stroke and macular degeneration (the leading cause of blindness in people 60 +). Tomatoes are loaded with potassium and vitamin C which also protects the heart. Beets are rich in folate. They are all so positive for the body and the mind. The deeper and more saturated in color the better!

WHY WEAR RED?

July is filled with red. Beyond the scope of food, of course, is the month’s classic birthstone is the Ruby. I have never met a soul who doesn’t favor this stone and this color. The color resonates well with everyone and looks good on everyone. The color is stimulating and fun to look at. Imagine wearing it! Before I continue on the traditional July Birthstone, I wanted to share this newly discovered interest - July Birthstone alternative – Opals! I had no idea the Zodiac shares this stone with other birth months such as October, Libra; November, Scorpio; March, Pisces. I never gravitated towards opals until I found the ones pictured below. Seems like each stone tells a story. Certainly each one is unique. The varying degrees of greens here remind me of my cooking. Whenever there is red food, I find green, too! The two are opposite one another on the color wheel. Just look at how happy this necklace is! I named her Calliope. The description and price: https://www.nymphjewels.com/listing/546145435/calliope-triple-strand-necklace-of-opals

And seriously, why wear red? Red is associated with power, love, nobility and the new one is – (scientists claim) attention to detail. Red is typically known as a sexy color. Red is also the color of energy, passion, action, ambition and determination. Of course, Rubies will vary in tones carrying a little blue hue within them. Red signifies a pioneering spirit and leadership qualities. It is confidence inducing, helping ban the characteristic of being shy. This is the color of physical movement, awakening our physical life force. As with gemstones, color can certainly have an effect on us. The color in either apparel or in gemstones can stimulate deeper passions in us such as with love and sex on the positive side. In China, Red is the color of good luck. In the Indian culture, red symbolizes purity and is often used in wedding gowns. Red boosts our physical energy levels, increases our heart rate and blood pressure and prompts the release of adrenalin. This color is fast moving, promoting a need for movement and action. Red relates to physical desire in all forms; sexual, appetite and cravings. This intense color means a passionate belief in any issue or undertaking which can include passion for love or for hate. That said, I present my new collection of rich red hues of July: RUBIES. Now aren’t they a feast for the eyes! All of the descriptions and pricing information can be found on my site https://www.nymphjewels.com/shop I love piling the stones and see how they fall together and how they fall is how they play. The vibe is a very happy one. Don’t you agree?

And for anyone making a trip to New York City next month, I will be exhibiting at N Y Now -Accent on Design Show at the Jacob Javits center with as much jewelry as I can fit in our Pop Up Booth. The invite is below. Would love to hear from you and seeing you would be even a better treat!

Enjoy this glorious summer weather, eat your greens and reds, while wearing them. Watch your moods alter towards a more positive day when you do. Your heart will sing! It has been my pleasure in sharing everything with you. I hope you had fun too.

Yours in joy,

Dava

(Originally posted July 7, 2018)

#July gemstones rubies red tomatoes summer jewelry opals necklaces

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luninosity · 7 years

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So @brendaonao3 requested, as a birthday present, and I quote, “...I’ve been on a total suit kink lately, so how about executive businessman Sebastian and tailor Chris?”

So this is what happened. Happy birthday, my dear! <3

Chris is idly sketching—a round of breathing space between appointments, a golden mid-morning glimpse of possibility in fabric and buttons, the drape of a coat, tiny pinstripes in pencil-grey—when the shop bell jingles. He lifts his head, surprised. Next client? Already? So soon? He knows he loses time when planning new lines, but—

The morning floods with light, sunbeams through leather and wool and coats on a rack and trouser-legs. The door opens, haloing the person who steps in.

Chris puts his sketchpad down, exceedingly carefully. Stands up.

Consequently walks right into the counter. Giant Boston-kid cartoon character on the loose. Wonderful.

But Sebastian Stan’s in his shop. Sebastian Stan, with stylishly fluffy dark hair and long legs and an interest in fashion and, oh yeah, massive amounts of money, money he’s built up from investments in everything from toymaking businesses to shiny space-age technology, waves upon waves of the future—

Sebastian Stan’s in Chris’s tailor shop. Chris Evans designs men’s suits, and he’s not bad at it, in fact he’s quite good, a passion for art and an eye for lines and detail and individuality, wanting every guy to feel comfortable and confident, but—

But. Sebastian Stan. In his shop.

And looking around somewhat quizzically, not having noticed Chris, who is hidden behind racks of lightweight spring fabrics, experiments of delicate color and pattern, in the back.

Chris dives out from behind his traitorous desk, which has only mildly bruised his thighs, and thrusts out a hand. “Hi I’m Chris you’re Sebastian Stan hey hi—” And then he misses the desk. Wants to curl up behind it. Sebastian Stan knows his own name.

Sebastian laughs. It’s a beautiful laugh: warm and sort of fuzzy and soft, a velvet-brown kind of laugh, ruffled plush weave not directed at Chris but along with him, turning the moment into a shared joke between them. “I’m Sebastian. You’re Chris Evans. You come highly recommended, and I’m sorry I’ve not been here sooner.”

“Oh that’s okay,” says Chris’s mouth, taking over while his brain runs in circles shrieking, “you’ve been busy saving the world, funding missions to Mars, that kinda thing…”

“We’ll need to be properly dressed on Mars.” Sebastian’s eyes dance. They’re the color of opals in rain, of water-lilies, of Impressionist mist-paintings; Chris wants to find a tie, cufflinks, colors to bring out different hues of grey and blue and aquamarine. Sebastian’s dressed more or less casually today, jeans and a navy blue simple t-shirt and the season’s trendy cold-weather jacket, this one in a camo pattern. Chris has seen photos of him at fashion shows, in purple suits, in green suits, in patterned suits, in pure sinful black. Sebastian’s unafraid of exploration.

Chris manages, remembering to exhale and not daydream too much, “We can totally design you a matching helmet and spacesuit…”

“You mean you can.” Sebastian smiles. It’s also a beautiful smile. Wide and enchanting, like he’s carrying around sunshine in his pocket and letting it out in each shift of expression, each beam at the person he’s talking to. “I know you do the design work, and your brother runs the storefront. So…actually, what would the latest design trends on Mars be? Not red. Too much red. Not that I don’t like red. I do. You designed that fantastic workout line with the red shirt. Red is great.”

Sebastian Stan evidently has the same issue Chris does, as far as figuring out when talking should stop. Chris’s heart finds this unutterably endearing.

“I like red,” he says, because Sebastian Stan is blushing and this fact has reduced his vaunted artistic and communication prowess to words of one syllable. “I. Um. Sort of. Sunset colors. Mars. Pale gold. Orange. Um. Am I hired? Oh god that was a joke I’m not asking you to hire me to design your company’s Mars mission logo or whatever. Oh fuck.”

“You are now,” Sebastian says, very seriously, though his eyes’re twinkling. “Send me a sketch. Patches. Off-duty shirts. That kind of thing. Actually right now I need a tailor? Sort of—it’s kind of an emergency and I know it’s totally beneath you, you shouldn’t have to deal with—it’s just taking in a—”

“No it’s fine show me I can help what do you need?” Breathing. Right. Yeah. Good idea.

“Here.” Sebastian’s holding up a suit-jacket. In a bag. Has he had that the whole time? Chris can’t recall. “I’ve lost weight—less bulk, I kind of overdid it for that celebrity fitness challenge, I like being in shape but I never meant to add that much—but, um, you don’t need the whole story, anyway, there’s sort of a last-minute dinner thing tonight that I got invited to when they realized I was in town, and I don’t know anyone local, and I accidentally brought this one in the suitcase instead of my other jacket and—”

“You can’t wear it like that.” Even from a quick glance he can see the waist won’t work. “Come on, I can fix it.”

Sebastian trails him to the back and the row of mirrors and the loops of measuring tape and stray scissors and pins. “Sorry again.”

“No,” Chris says, looking up, pins in one hand, Sebastian’s jacket in the other. Their eyes meet for a second; an electric current runs through him, powerful and deep. He catches breath. “I like the hands-on part. Getting involved. Can you put on a dress shirt, so I can check the—”

Sebastian obligingly strips off his current coat and the shirt underneath. Chris forgets every word ever. That’s a lot of mirrors. Reflecting a lot of shirtless Sebastian Stan.

Sebastian blushes more. Grabs a shirt off the closest rack without looking. “Sorry, I thought you said—will this work?”

Chris narrows eyes. Sebastian had felt that electricity too. The stripping-down had been teasing, flirtatious; he’s fairly certain he’s not wrong. The sudden bashfulness is real too: Sebastian seems not quite sure what to do with genuinely returned interest. “No,” he says, testing. “Wrong style.”

Sebastian pauses. Considers this response. “Can you…show me the correct style? I wouldn’t want to get it wrong. Might make your…measurements…harder.”

Chris stands there with pins in hand, grinning like a happy meatball, the kind his nephews decorate with ketchup faces, pretty sure this is the best day of his whole damn life. “I can totally do that. Might need to, um, try a few things on you. Just to see what works best. Which combinations.”

“I’m open to a lot of combinations.” Sebastian’s eyelashes are long. They’re traced by overhead light, in the back of the Evans Brothers custom men’s tailoring shop. The air tastes of coffee and silk and cotton and imported laces and leathers, and Sebastian Stan’s smiling. “Hands-on service? If I end up with a full new suit, will you want to…check an inseam? Would it help if I took off the jeans?”

“Oh fuck,” Chris says involuntarily, and flails for self-control. “Yeah. Yeah, it, uh, might. Decent measurements. And all. You’ve got, um, great legs.”

Sebastian’s lips twitch.

“Sorry! I meant—you do, anyway, but I was—thinking like a—in terms of suits, you have—I just thought for a sec about—”

“You thought like my new tailor,” Sebastian says, glowing like the sunshine, like a kitten-ball of fluffy hair and great legs and playful delight that’d astonishingly tumbled right into Chris’s shop during his break, “like my new favorite designer, and—and like my plus-one? Tonight? For the dinner thing? I can bring someone? I mean if you’re free, I shouldn’t assume—”

Sebastian Stan wants to go out with him. In public. Wearing Chris’s designer suits. Not just shirtless flirtation in the back of a tailor shop. Not only a one-morning stand with curious ties and jeans on the floor and coruscating memories. Not only—

Possibilities pile up so fast they trip over themselves in his mind, on his tongue. Sebastian’s waiting, magical eyes growing a shade dimmer, disappointed and accepting that disappointment—

“No!” Chris blurts out, which doesn’t help. “No, I mean yeah, yes, I’m—I would—yes, I’m free, I’m so free, I want to, I can—” He waves a hand. “I’ll find something to wear.”

And Sebastian, following the direction of his hand—the shop, the suits, the burgeoning options—laughs.

“So,” Chris says, breathless, giddy, hand still full of pins.

“So,” Sebastian says right back, and bats those ridiculous lovely mischievous eyelashes at him, “for right now, then…would you like me to take off my pants, I think you mentioned exploring new combinations?”

#evanstan #my fic #fic for friends #brendaonao3 #have some fluff #happy birthday!

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Opal’s Day Off — A Gem Tale

Opal’s Day Off

Part of the “Gem Tales” series, a collection of fan–fictions written as “episodes” of Steven Universe. Gem Tales is entirely non–canon and based on interactions and events to explore the characters and world of the show. Requests can be made for characters and/or events you would like to see in Gem Tales. We will try our best to not diverge canon and keep each story in the style of an episode of the show. I hope you enjoy!

“Thanks for letting me borrow your game Steven!” Connie said brightly, tucking the colorful Golf Quest Mini case into her duffle bag with her free hand. Taking Rose’s sword, she handed it to Steven. He took it, turning to Lion, who lay fast asleep on the kitchen floor. He slid it carefully into the pink beast’s mane, doing his best not to wake him. Connie continued, smiling. “I’ll see you for training this weekend, right?”

“Right!” Steven said eagerly, opening the screen door for her. “Bye Connie! Oh, and tell me if you like the game’s twist ending when—”

“Steven!” she interrupted, poking him in the chest playfully. “You know it’s not a surprise if you tell me!”

He flushed a gentle shade of rose pink, laughing awkwardly. “Oops! Right, haha, sorry Connie. See you this weekend!”

Smiling, she gave him a quick hug before slipping out the door. Waving as she went, she ran lightly down the stairs. As she reached the beach, she turned back, waving to him again as she yelled back. “See you then!” Watching until she disappeared inside her parents car, Steven smiled, shutting the screen door as they puttered back up the uneven sand, back towards Beach City.

“Ugh. Why are you guys always training so hard?” Amethyst asked, sprawled out on the stairs up to Steven’s bed. She puffed her cheeks up, frowning. “It’s like, super lame.”

Steven sat next to her, folding his legs under himself, holding his ankles lightly as he offered her a smile. “Well, I like fusing with Connie. It’s fun! She’s really cool, and smart, and when we fuse, Stevonnie’s tall enough to ride everything in Funland by themselves!”

Amethyst shrugged at that, propping herself up on her elbows. “Eh. But it’s not like you have to train. Can’t you just, I don’t know, fuse for fun or something?”

“I... I dunno,” Steven said, swallowing slightly. He put a hand to his stomach, feeling the solid surface of his gem beneath his shirt, smooth and hard. “I guess, with everything that’s been happening lately with the Rubies and Jasper and—it just feels like a good idea to practice, right?”

Amethyst softened slightly at his nervousness, grinning in what she hoped was a comforting manner. “Aw, geez dude,” she said, elbowing him lightly. “I was just...” With a soft violet glow, she shape–shifted, taking the form of a small fluffy cat, the same color as her pale purple hair. “...kitten around. Just kitten around?”

“Well, I for one am proud of all their hard work,” Pearl said, walking over with a soft dancer–like stride, hands set lightly on her hips. Behind her, Amethyst shifted back into her normal form, rolling her eyes as Pearl continued. “Oh, did Connie leave already? I wanted to give her one last tip on her footwork first.”

“Yeah,” Steven said, visibly relieved by the change of topic. “She already left. We’re both super excited for fusion training this weekend. And, uh, speaking of fusion... how’s Opal doing?” he said, breaking into a cheeky smile. “I haven’t seen her in a while. Huh, huh?” he added on hopefully, raising his eyebrows.

Pearl sighed, folding her arms. “That’s because the problems we’ve had to deal with lately are either too simple to bother, or important enough to form Alexandrite. Fusion isn’t a toy, Steven,” she admonished calmly.

Even as she continued speaking, the warp pad lit up, and Garnet appeared in a burst of brilliant blue light. In her hands she held a corrupted gem that looked like some colorful jellyfish, a deep green with faded gray stripes cutting across it’s body. Jagged teeth and claws seemed to protrude from any open surface. “Fusion isn’t a weapon either,” she said, stepping off the warp pad calmly. “Fusion is about connection. Emotion. Amethyst, can you hold this?” She handed the gem to Amethyst. It began to screech like an angry cat, lashing at her irritably with it’s spined tentacles. With a slight shout, Amethyst fell to the ground, trying to keep it under control.

Turning her attention to Pearl and Steven, Garnet continued. “I need to go check something at one of the abandoned spires this weekend. I may not be back for a few days.” She paused for a moment, raising one hand to adjust her visor. “Steven, you’re in charge.”

Pearl reared back. “What!?”

Managing to pin the corrupted gem against the hardwood floor, a bedraggled Amethyst let out a cheerful whooping. “Yeah, way to go Ste–Man!”

Steven looked up to Garnet, his eyes bright and starry. “In charge?” he whispered, smiling hugely, his hands steepled together in front of his mouth as if to try and hide his excitement.

“Ha ha ha, you’re so funny Garnet!” Pearl said, the words fake and forced. She straightened up, concern clear in her eyes at this new idea. “I mean, Steven has grown a lot, but—”

“But he’s in charge until I get back,” she cut in, her gauntlets disappearing in a flash of light as she rested her hands on her thick, round hips. “Think you can handle that Steven?”

“Woohoohoo! Yeah!” Steven grinned, looking like a fizzling firework trying it’s best not to explode in a burst of happy color. “First, we’re all gonna go down to the Big Donut, and get three donuts each, except for Pearl, since she doesn’t like food, and then we’ll go to the barn to visit Lapis and Peridot, and then—”

“Heh.” Garnet smiled slightly, with a small nod of her head. “Looks like I’ll be missing out on all the fun. I’ll be back in two days,” she added, forming a small heart with her hands. “I promise.”

Steven dropped a slice of bread in each of the toaster slots, humming to himself as he pushed down the lever. He started singing under his breath, bouncing as he waited for the toast to pop. “Gonna have so much fun! Now that Steven’s number one. His first mornin’ on the job, Boss Steven’s gonna, uh, um. Hey Pearl, what rhymes with job?” he asked brightly.

Pearl stretched her arms out over her head, one leg up on the kitchen bar as she twisted and reached, like a ballerina warming up for a show. “Of course, Steven,” she said with a patient smile. “There are plenty of human words that rhyme with job. Why there’s cob, mob, lob, hob—”

“Shish–ka–bob!” interrupted Amethyst, flipping lazily through the pages of a local wrestling magazine, a bowl of snacks at her side. Pearl huffed irritably as she stood up straight, drumming her slender fingers on the counter. “He asked me, Amethyst,” she said pointedly.

Amethyst didn’t so much as bother glancing up for her magazine, popping a frozen microwave burrito in her mouth. “So?” she asked, mouth full. Steven paused nervously, speaking out to try and make some quick peace before things could start to spiral out of hand. “Uh, a–actually, I was just looking for any answer, I didn’t really care who—”

“So let me answer!” Pearl cut in icily, all her focus on the newly stirred argument as she turned to face Amethyst.

Huffing, Amethyst set down her magazine. “Oh, because you know so much better?” she snapped. She shapeshifted into a purple replica of Pearl, kicking her leg up on top of the television in a mock ballerina pose. “I’m Pearl,” she drawled in a mocking snobbish voice. “I’m so smart, and intelligent, and so heroic!”

“Guys, I thought you didn’t fight anymore!” Steven cried out, but it was clear he’d lost any vague semblance of control over the situation.

Pearl grimaced, putting a hand to her forehead. “Amethyst please—”

“I should be the one in charge, Garnet,” continued Amethyst, putting her hands to her chest with an overdramatic whine. “Garnet, put me in charge!”

“Really now! Just—

“I’m so perfect!” spat Amethyst, not even bothering with the mocking tone anymore. “So absolutely perfect! Everybody loves me! Why won’t Rose love me? I deserve her—”

“I said stop!” Pearl screamed, teeth clenched. Amethyst froze, instantly disappearing back into her old form, staring with eyes full of concern, looking worried, and maybe even a bit scared.

Pearl took a shaky deep breath, wiping away a small bloom of a tear in the corner of her eye. “Y–you,” she said unevenly, hands curled in tight fists. “You should behave yourself.”

Amethyst took a hesitant step forward, raising a hand as if to comfort the other gem, all the way across the room. “Hey, come on Pearlgi, you... you know I didn’t mean—”

She was cut off by a horrible ear grating screech, an echoing crash shaking the house. Steven, Pearl, and Amethyst ran out onto the house’s balcony, watching as a massive corrupted gem stood from where it crashed on the beach, lightly shaking off sand.

It looked like a massive dragonfly, smooth black horns curving lightly down the back of it’s serpentine neck. It had no eyes, and instead a smooth rounded gem was embedded above it’s jaw, canvasing most it’s face. As it moved, it’s very skin seemed to shift in the light like a child’s marble, mixtures of blues and grayish reds, separated by curls of near black. It’s thousands of patchwork wings glittered like stained glass as it moved, snarling as it struggled to get it’s footing in the hard sand.

“I don’t think it’s—” before Amethyst so much as finish her sentence, the corrupted gem turned towards the sound of her voice, screeching, spit flying from it’s sharp maw. Wings flapping, it weaved through the air like a snake through water, looking ready to strike.

Pearl summoned her spear, leaping lightly off the balcony. She managed to catch herself on one of the monster’s paper thin wings, driving her spear through to try and help her keep her grasp.

“Aw crap!” Amethyst pulled her whip from her gem, throwing herself into the fight. She shape shifted into the Purple Puma, holding on tight to the gem’s snake–like skin, hitting it fiercely. When it became evident that was doing nothing but enrage it further, she swung her whip around, pulling tightly, hoping to maybe poof the gem like that.

Pearl pulled her spear free, swinging herself up onto the monster’s back. She wobbled slightly, trying her best to keep her balance. She dragged herself across, pulling herself slowly towards the monsters head. Locking her legs around it’s neck, she raised her spear, trying to jab it beneath the gemstone and pry it free, but the corrupted gem only screamed. It hurled itself at the beach, smashing itself into the sand again and again until Pearl lost her grip. It raised itself again for another smashing blow.

Just before it dropped, Steven leaped over, wrapping his arms around Pearl as a pink bubble rose around them, just barely managing to hold back the beast’s immense weight.

Hissing in anger at it’s failed attack, the beast leaped back into the sky, circling overhead, Amethyst still clinging on as she fought.

“My spear didn’t even hurt it! It only got angrier!” Pearl said in frustrated disbelief, grimacing.

“You can do it,” Steven encouraged. “We’ve fought stronger gems before, right?” he said, dropping the bubble as Pearl bent her knees looking for some way back up to the corrupted gem.

She winced slightly. “Not without Garnet.” Spinning her spear, she ran back beneath the creature’s shadow, wondering if there were some way to get it to hit the beach hard enough to poof itself.

Overhead, Amethyst clung to one of it’s wings, pulling at it’s leg with shapeshifted muscles. “Come on,” she grunted. “Just—poof already!” Gritting her teeth, she instead swung her whip, trying to find some kind of weak spot.

The corrupted gem let out a freakish cry as the whip slashed against it’s throat, writhing fiercely. It dropped nearly a hundred feet before catching itself. Suddenly, it shot straight up at a speed that had to be somewhere near it’s limit, flailing. It flipped quickly, sharply, and before she could so much as realize it, Amethyst lost her grip.

“Amethyst!” Steven yelled. “Pearl, she’ll be fine, right? She falls a lot, a–and even if she cracks, I can fix cracks, right?”

Pearl watched, frozen. Her eyes were wide. Afraid.

Only a heartbeat passed before she was running. She leapt into the air, higher than any human could ever manage, slamming into Amethyst midair as she wrapped her arms around the smaller gem. A bright glow enveloped them both, followed by a flash.

Opal rolled as she hit the ground. Standing, she seemed less at ease than usual, her chest heaving, hands shaking. Steven watched for a moment, hesitant as she summoned her bow, drawing it back carefully. Without so much as a glance in the corrupted gem’s direction, Opal let loose an arrow of light into the creature’s neck. It’s gem, as big as Steven’s hand, landed in the shallow of the water with a loud splash.

“That was amazing! You were amazing!” shouted Steven, running over to grab her by the legs in a tight hug. “You poofed it with just one arrow! And when Pearl saved Amethyst—wow! Giant woman!”

Opal offered a small patient smile, one of her lower arms patting his curly hair gently. “Want to help me bubble it?” she asked in her calm throaty voice, a light in her eyes.

Steven grinned. “Yeah! It fell down over this way.” They waded into the shallows, Steven’s small hand in Opal’s large slender ones as they looked for the gem. After finding a few pretty shells, Steven tripped over the gem, and Opal bubbled it, sending it back into the temple.

“It was nice to see you again Steven,” Opal said gently, looking out across the ocean.

Steven paused, eyes widened. “Wait, you say that like you’re leaving!” he accused, folding his arms and pouting.

“Well,” she said shrugging slightly. “Pearl and Amethyst probably won’t want to keep together much longer either way. Might as well unfuse now.”

She started to glow, but before she could split, Steven suddenly grabbed her by the waist. “Waaaaait!” he said, squeezing tightly, as if he could hold together. “I wanna spend time with you! I get to spend lots of time with Garnet, and I’ve spent time with Sardonyx and even Alexandrite—but I feel like I barely know you!” he insisted. To his surprise, she actually ceased to glow, looking down at him with surprise in her pale blue eyes. He continued, smiling. “As gem–in–charge for the weekend, I order you to stay fused and spend the day with me! Please?” he asked, using his biggest best puppy dog eyes.

Opal sighed, but a tiny smile escaped onto her lips. “I’ll stay fused for as long as Pearl and Amethyst can manage it, okay?” she said. She lightly picked him up in all four arms before tucking him under one. “Where to?”

Steven grinned. “We’re gonna do everything! Opal, away!”

He showed her all his favorite spots around town; at the Big Donut, she tried to decide whether or not she wanted to eat. In the end she decided just to have a juice box—but she couldn’t bring herself to drink it.

They visited the T-Shirt Shop and bought matching shirts; Steven chose a bright orange shirt with the flashy words printed across his stomach spelling out, “WILD ONE”. After finding a shirt big enough for four arms to fit through the sleeves, he found a turquoise shirt written in careful cursive, “Mild One”.

As the sun started setting over the ocean, Opal carried Steven up the cliff to the lighthouse. While the light slowly stained the sky a sweet pink and orange, they folded paper airplanes and dropped them over the edge, watching them spiral down to the beach below—that was Steven’s idea too.

“Look!” he said, laughing as he leaned over the fence, pointing. “That one landed on the balcony of the house!”

“That’s nice Steven,” Opal said softly, watching the sunset with an absent expression, resting her chin in one pair of arms, the other pair resting on the fence.

Steven looked up at her, pausing. “Hey, Opal. Is... is everything okay?” he asked hesitantly.

She straightened, her cheeks flushing violet. “Sorry. Everything’s... fine,” she said, picking up a piece of paper and folding it quietly. They were quiet for a while, the only sound the call of the seagulls and the folding of paper. “Please tell me,” Steven said, putting a hand on her arm, looking up at her with worry in his eyes.

Opal sighed, turning the paper airplane over in her hands. “We’ve... I’ve barely been keeping together today. They’re still upset with each other. I just...” she lifted her head, the wind playing with her hair lightly. “I want them to get along. Garnet is happy and at peace and loves herself... but I constantly feel on the edge of falling apart. They care about each other, I can feel it, but sometimes it feels like…”

There was a pause, and Steven tipped his head slightly to the side. “Feels like what?”

“Feels like maybe I shouldn’t even exist.” Looking away, she gently let the airplane. It swooped lightly downward, floating through the air. It slid down onto the banister of the house’s porch—and lightly nudged the other airplane off the edge, and into the sand below.

“I just want to love myself,” Opal said softly. “Like Garnet does. ...Garnet.” Eyes widening, there was a sudden pulse of light as she fell apart, Pearl and Amethyst falling onto the ground. Opal’s t–shirt dropped to the ground between them, forgotten.

Amethyst sat up quickly, hair flopping in her eyes. “Steven! Garnet said she’d be back by yesterday!” she said, looking like she was trying to hide her nervousness. But for once, she couldn’t hide it under a casual uncaring facade.

“What?” Steven yelped, taking a step back. “I was having so much fun with Opal I forgot! She promised to be back by now!”

“Calm down Steven,” Pearl said, a slight coldness in her voice. “I’m sure Garnet’s fine. She’s a very capable gem.”

“Seriously!” yelled Amethyst. “Some of those corrupted gems are super tough P! Don’t you even want to check in on her?”

Pearl looked away, folding her arms. “She’s stronger than all of us, she’s probably just a little held up.”

“G–guys, please don’t fight—”

“Would it shatter you to care?” Amethyst snapped angrily, tightening her hands into fists. “I know she’s strong, but she said she’d be back by now!” Pearl turned to look at Amethyst, leaning over her. “And if she was in danger, you think I’d be any help? I’m just some high and might Pearl who thinks she deserves everything, right? That’s what you said, isn’t it?”

Amethyst glared up at her, teeth grit. “Fine! I’ll go find Garnet without you!” Pushing away, she ran off, headed back for the temple.

Steven paused, scared and upset. Hesitantly, he reached out to hold her hand. “Pearl? Are you okay?”

She pulled her hand away, not looking him in the eyes. “It’s getting late, Steven. Humans need to sleep,” she said quietly, wiping at her eyes as she started walking away.

“Pssst. Pssst! Steven!”

Steven blinked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up with a yawn. “Amethyst?” he asked, sitting up. “It’s the middle of the night—whoaa!”

She grabbed him by the hand, pulling him out of bed. “Come on, we’ve got to go find Garnet!”

“I thought you’d already left?” he asked cocking his head to the side as he straightened his jammies.

She shook her head. “No way. If whatever it was is stopping Garnet from getting back, I can’t beat it on my own. That’s why you’ve gotta come with me!”

Steven hesitated, pausing. “I dunno Amethyst. It’s really late, and Pearl said I needed to go to bed.”

Amethyst stepped back, folding her arms. “Come on, who did Garnet say was in charge? You, or Pearl?”

Moments later, the warp pad lit in a beam of light, and they were off, floating to who knows where. “Um, where exactly are we going?” Steven asked as he floated in the light.

Casually grabbing Steven by the ankle so he wouldn’t float away, Amethyst explained. “She said something was attacking the Geode, and that it shouldn’t be a problem. I figure we can just pop in, probably see Ruby and Sapphire being embarrassing, and then head back, easy as that.”

“Alright,” Steven said cautiously as the light flashed out. No longer floating through the air, he flopped flat on the ground. Not bothering to get up, he stared up at the starry sky. “Is she fine? Can we go home now?” he asked, yawning.

“This... might take a little longer than I thought,” Amethyst said, pulling Steven to his feet.

A massive creature clawed at the geode, lashing at it with massive spined tentacles. It looked like some horrible massive jellyfish, a dark shade of green with faded gray stripes. It’s huge toothy maw screamed as it grabbed a distant figure standing on top of the geode, whacking them into the ground again and again.

It was just like the gem Garnet had brought home only days before, but countless times more massive.

“I think it has Garnet!” Steven said, eyes going wide. “We have to go get Pearl!”

Amethyst reached into her gem, drawing out her whip in a flash of light. “I can do this without her help!” Leaping forward, she started rolling in a blur of right, shooting off towards the gem like a ball being rolled down a gutter.

“Amethyst, wait!” he yelled, reaching out after. She didn’t look back, leaping at the giant gem in a blur of light and energy.

The gem monster swung one of it’s tentacles at her, sending her flying in the air. Before she got far, she threw her whip. It wrapped around the base of the tentacle, and when she pulled hard, it pulled her back onto the creature’s stoney body. A second tentacle swung down, and this one made heavy contact, smashing her against the creature’s back.

Grimacing, she forced herself to roll out of the way as it swung back for a second attack. She ran across it’s back to where it held Garnet in it’s tentacle, high and out of reach. Before she was so much as halfway there, the monster screamed and shook it’s entire body, throwing Amethyst to the ground so hard the earth beneath her cracked.

Breathing heavily, she forced herself to stand. She’d only barely made it to her feet when a tentacle smashed into her side, sending her flying back into the ground. It brought another spiney arm down on her, then another, and another, a relentless attack.

She could feel the light of her body pulsing, struggling, fighting to hold together. She panted, her weapon disappearing as she lost the energy to sustain it. It was obvious she couldn’t stand another hit like that. Shapeshifting into the Purple Puma, she managed to catch the next tentacle as it swung down, barely holding it high enough to keep from being crushed. Closing her eyes, she grunted, trying her best to hold it in place. She couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Get off!” She managed to lift her head just in time to see a spiral spear flying through the air, lodging itself in the skin of the tentacle. The creature pulled back in pain, and Amethyst found herself back in her last form, breathing heavily.

“Amethyst!” she couldn’t even stand before a pair of arms wrapped around her, pulling close, tears falling on her shoulder. “Are you alright? Did it crack you?”

She lifted her head, looking up into a familiar pair of eyes. “Pearl?” she asked, blinking with a forced smile. “What are you doing here? I thought you hated me?”

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t feel that way?” Pearl said, holding Amethyst in a close embrace.

“Did it hurt you?” Amethyst asked, wiping tears from her eyes, leaning closer into the hug.

“No, I’m fine. Did it hurt you?”

Amethyst grinned, eyes welling up. “Who even cares?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“I do!” Pearl said, wiping at her eyes with the palm of her hand.

“Uh, guys!” yelled a muffled voice. They both looked up to see a bright pink bubble in one of the creature’s tentacles, Steven standing inside. “I think it’s mad!”

Pearl moved to stand, but Amethyst grabbed her hand. “Wait,” she said, looking cautious as she spoke. “This thing is mega tough. I couldn’t even scratch it.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Pearl said. She stretched out her hand, offering a slight smile. Amethyst looked up at her with wide eyes, blinking back tears. Grinning, she lunged forward, ignoring Pearl’s outstretched hand and grabbing her around the waist.

As they embraced, they were enveloped in a pure warm light, their gems shifting as a massive woman straightened from where they stood. Clear blue eyes opened as she gently brushed the hair from her eyes. Lifting her head, she rested her hands on each of her gems, drew out each of her weapons, and formed her bow. With a small grin, she pulled back on the string, a bolt of light forming as she lined up her sights. With a deep breath, Opal whispered, “We got this.”

She let loose one arrow into the arm that held Steven, and when that had no effect, she unleashed another three into the one holding back Garnet. The corrupted gem scream as it dropped it’s captives. Steven dropped his bubble shield and managed to scramble back to safety, and Garnet leapt over, landing lightly next to Opal. Grinning, the magenta gem adjusted her visor. “Good to see you again.”

Drawing back her bow again, Opal glanced at the other gem with a small nod. “You too.” Releasing an arrow, Garnet took off at top speed. Jumping, she kicked off the arrow, and leapt into the air. Right as Garnet dropped towards the massive gem monster, Opal unleashed another barrage of arrows. After a pause, the monster rippled, then exploded in a flash of light, unable to hold up under both fusions attacks.

Garnet and Opal walked back, and Steven ran over, grabbing them in an excited hug. “You did it! You both did it!”

Opal flushed slightly, still unused to all the attention, but she seemed to relax when Garnet set a hand on her shoulder. “You did some great work, Opal. I guess you’ll be leaving soon?” she asked, cocking her head to the side, almost as if she already knew the answer.

Pausing, Opal bent down and picked Steven up, setting him lightly on the shoulders. “So long as I’m here, I think I can stay around for, say, one episode of Crying Breakfast Friends?”

Steven gasped, eyes bright as he wrapped his arms around her head in a tight excited hug. “Thanks Opal!”

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Tanby Pools Simply take a look at how large this outside area is! i would love to consider that this could pass for an Olympic pool or something! the colour of the tiles and big fields in here is just shocking! and because there is in truth so much area in right here – both via the pool area and past, adding seating is usually an excellent thought; both to benefit from the pool and the outside.

Noxon Giffen I Do Know that it rare that we see indoor pools – especially in this listing, but I still wanted for you to see the beauty of this gorgeous pool and the stunning white and blue colour palette that it is the use of. The lone black chair by way of the left aspect is an excellent thing – adding chairs like that would imply a minimum of somebody can watch you whilst you do your rounds.

Barbara Rooch Internal Environments, Inc. The Huge crops round this swimming pool are slightly a deal with! It appears like this position could have hundreds luaus as a result of how a laugh and festive these plants are! Even the addition of lights in the heart of the swimming pool seems like a super thought for a celebration!

Sennikoff Architects In my area, the public pools do not actually have vegetation or tall and big grasses like this one – however we do have a pools which might be sub-divided into a different parts like the ones for the youngsters and toddlers, for the teens and for the adults. if you happen to realize, the pool chairs in right here appears to be like actually inviting – what do you're thinking that? Are you going to present in?

Cornerstone Architects The seating area by the swimming pool is a pleasant position to sit and sip your beverages, also, that is one place where you'll be able to put your devices when you are swimming. The black and pink combination of the furniture is rather nice because of how so much stylish it appears without the effort of too much upkeep.

Pro-land Panorama Development I Know that the pool chairs in this listing is quite far, however you'll clearly see that they are black and so they upload sophistication to this out of doors house. the entire greens in right here supplement the blue pool and the black pool chairs.

Diva Inner Ideas Dangerous lighting? Or is it the contrast of the hearth pit and the color of the sunset? that is one house that I Do Know folks may love to be in particularly after paintings and before the night in reality begins to kick in – that is where you want to relax and unwind from a long day’s paintings.

Alka Pool Oh i might indubitably like to have this a lot greens around my outdoor pool. Haha! In Fact that’s just merely a concept if ever my oldsters decide to have one performed in our space. The rattan black pool chairs in this is adorned with red umbrellas – one thing that always is going neatly together.

Peter Glass & Friends What a attractiveness! It’s like this pool connects to the ocean to the sky! This majestic color blue is simply something that anyone would really like – especially those yappies who always need the best of existence. That’s a supplement after all; and very positive.

Peter A. Sellar The stone wall around this swimming pool is really beautiful – it contrasts with the color of wood used for the door. the colours of the leaves of the trees upload a hint of colour in here given that all that there may be are vegetables, browns and blues – neatly, and black too; the black chairs and the black umbrella too! should you liked the pool front room chairs , i believe that you’d love this one too! I imply, why not? The designs of the chairs are very nice, the colour is ideal for outdoors and obviously, the fabrics used on them are highest for the wear and tear and tear due to the elements. Well, there you've gotten it men, the 20 Breathtaking Black Pool Chairs – hope you liked it! Read the full article

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