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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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Hey love, was wondering if we could get some more mean girl x soft boy with Peter with promts 10 and 37??

Yes!! My favorite, of course, I made reader a Stark too cause spoiled rich mean girl with soft little Peter kills me. Hope you like it!

Requests are still open guys, you can use the prompts or just request whatever you want to, I write for Peter and Tom, love you guys xx

Full of Surprises

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Summary: Peter wants you to take him to a party, which ends up being nothing like he expected

Prompts

Masterlist

Prompt #10 - “I don’t think you’re down for the parties I go to pretty boy.”

Prompt #37 - “You wanna sneak out?”

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It would be hard to summarize (y/n) Stark in any sort of brief, meaningful fashion, she was too complicated for just a few sentences. If Peter had to call her just a few things he’d say she was complex and charismatic. She could be a little bratty, she liked getting her way, but most people still liked her, they still wanted to be around her. She was glamorous, with her designer clothes and nice cars and the paparazzi, she held the whole Stark legacy in a custom made, diamond encrusted pink birkin. Peter didn’t get the appeal of the money or the popular girl front she had at school, he thought the real her was a lot more interesting.

In getting to know her he had found she was actually a lot softer than most people thought, she just took a bit to warm up to people. He couldn’t blame her really, he’d seen firsthand the way kids at school tried to get close to her just for the exclusive invite or a Twitter follow, so he understood her hesitation. What he didn’t understand was why she wanted to be popular and famous, why she liked it all so much. It was puzzling to him, but he found both sides of her equally endearing. Even dorky little Peter couldn’t resist the pull of her glamorous life, he couldn’t deny that part of him wanted to be closer to that side of her too. He wanted to be the boy on her arm at all the parties she went to, but he had to get out of his comfort zone to do that…

“Yo Parker, you riding with me?” (y/n) turned around to face him as their final class drew to a close.

He nodded, “Yeah, if that’s cool with you.”

“I was hoping you would, I need your help,” she winked, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she stood.

He followed after her, his brows knit in confusion, “What do you need my help with?”

“There’s a party this Friday, dad said I can’t go,” she rolled her eyes, “So annoying, anyways, I was going to ask you to cover for me. I’ll tell him I’m at your place studying or something and you just tell him I’m with you if he asks. I know you're a perfect little angel, but I’ll owe you so big and I promise you won’t get in trouble with him. Plus I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“You don’t need to buy me anything, you know that,” he blushed, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he contemplated his next move, “There is, uh, something you could do for me though…”

“Oh really?”

He nodded, “I want to go with you.”

She paused right in front of the limo and raised a brow at him, “Seriously?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

She laughed as she climbed into the car, apparently finding the suggestion to be the funniest thing she’d heard all week, “Peter it’s a party with people and dancing and alcohol, I don’t think it’s your scene.”

“Then I’ll sneak out.”

His cheeks flushed and he frowned, “I’ve been to parties, I want to go, you always have fun don’t you?”

“You’ve been to high school parties,” she rolled her eyes, “There is no way May would let you go to this kind of party.”

“You wanna sneak out?”

“I sneak out all the time,” he reminded, “I’m probably better at it than you.”

“Point taken,” she smiled brightly at him, “Okay, why do you want to go out to parties all of a sudden?”

He shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible, “I might as well give it a try, maybe I’ll like it.”

She hummed, contemplating what to do for a moment, “Okay, I’ll take you, but no dorky t-shirts.”

“What’s wrong with my shirts?” he glanced down at himself with a frown.

“Well I think they’re cute, but they aren’t really party material. In fact I don’t know if anything you have is…”

He blushed at the compliment, “I can just wear a plain shirt then.”

“I’ll pick something out for you,” she smiled, “My arm candy has to match me.”

“Okay, but I’m not wearing the Spiderman suit.”

“You’ll wear what I tell you too babe,” she patted his cheek, smiling while his blush spread up to his ears, “Pick you up at 8?”

“Y-Yeah, sounds good.”

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As promised, (y/n) arrived at Peter’s house at 8 sharp, holding a garment bag and dressed in a knee length tan trench coat.

“That’s what you're wearing?” Peter cocked his head in confusion, looking her up and down before quickly adding, “N-Not that you look bad or anything! I-It's just not what I normally see you wear to parties and stuff…”

His mouth went dry and he could only nod as he took it all in, “Y-Yeah, you look great.”

“I’ve got an outfit on under it, I just didn’t know if May would be home,” she pushed the garment bag into his hands with a smile.

“She’s working late tonight, I told her we’re going to the movies,” he shut the door behind her, his whole face blooming red as she tossed the trench coat off.

“Great, I look hot don’t I?” she giggled, spinning so he could admire her full outfit, a baby blue cropped cami and a matching skirt that fell just above her knee. The skirt had a slit leading up her right thigh and the whole thing was covered in a slightly darker blue Louis Vuitton monogram.

“I know,” she smiled proudly before gesturing to the bag in his hands, “Well come on, promise you’ll look hot too.”

He swallowed and opened up the bag to reveal a blazer with the same color and print as her outfit, “You don’t expect me to wear just this right?”

She burst into a fit of laughter and shook her head, “No, I was thinking just some jeans and a white shirt underneath, but hey, if you’re really feeling yourself I won’t stop you.”

“No, no, tshirt and jeans sounds great,” he pulled the blazer from the bag, “I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she sang as he disappeared into his bedroom.

Peter was only gone for a second, returning almost immediately dressed per her instruction, “Happy?”

She nodded, “You look great, blue’s your color,” she stood, grabbing the edge of his jacket, “And red, and yellow.”

“You just listed all the primary colors,” he laughed.

“And I was right,” she moved up to his collar, flattening it out for him, “You for sure look best in yellow, but I know blue is your favorite, so I figured we’d wear blue.”

“Thanks,” he didn’t know how else to respond, “So what are we going to do there?”

“Oh come on Peter, you know what happens at a party,” she laughed, her hands moving up to his hair, tussling it slightly, “Didn’t you tell me you went to parties?”

He blushed, “Well one party, and it didn’t go great… I mean it can’t be anything that crazy right? Just like spin the bottle or beer pong or something?”

“Oh sweety,” she clicked her tongue before stepping away from him and slipping back into her coat, “If that’s when you’re hoping for then I don’t think you’re down for the parties I go to, pretty boy.”

He went wide eyed, “W-What do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” she smirked, “Ready to go?”

He nodded, his stomach beginning to fill with nerves, “I guess, I’m a little worried now though.”

“You should be,” she winked, “Not even Spiderman can save you from the night we’re gonna have.”

Her words had put Peter a bit on edge, and had him wracking his brain for every party he’d ever seen on tv. Once they got in the car he tried to drill her on the matter, but she only continued to tease him, never giving him a straight answer on anything, going as far as to tell him they were going to be summoning a demon at midnight. Something he had rolled his eyes at until they pulled around to the back of what Peter had to assume was some kind of club.

“(y/n) are you sure this is the right place?”

She nodded, “Yeah, it just looks sketchy from the back,” she flicked the car off and smiled at him, “Come on, you’re gonna love it here.”

He knit his brow in confusion as he followed her, “You sure about that?”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, just come on,” she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the door.

He was hesitant as he followed her up to the large metal door, worried momentarily she might have been serious about the demon thing until she opened the door.

“Holy shit,” he swore as he glanced around the giant arcade.

She clenched her hands in front of her nervously, “What do you think?”

There was no party, not even close, in fact the only other people in the building were employees.

“I’m confused.”

She sighed, “I thought it was weird when you said you wanted to go to that party, I mean it’s not really your scene,” she glanced away from him, her normal confidence seeming to fade in an instant, “I don’t know, I kind of got to thinking maybe you just wanted to go because we were going together, and I thought that maybe you’d want to do something a little more personal so I rented out this old arcade,” she bit her lip, “I don’t know, maybe that was stupid, the party is real though, we can go to that instead if you want…”

Peter stared at her for a minute, trying to connect the dots, “L-Like a date?”

She nodded, “Maybe, I don’t know, it kind of seemed like that was the vibe.”

“No, no, no,” he grabbed her arms, stopping her from walking away, “I want to go on a date with you so bad.”

“So you rented a whole arcade?” he gaped.

“Oh come on Peter, you already know I’m excessive,” she groaned, “God, this was so stupid, let’s just go to the damn party.”

Her cheeks flushed, “You do?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m just a little shocked, you didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I didn’t really know what to do,” she fiddled with a piece of her hair, still unable to meet his eyes, “I mean you know I’m pretty sure of myself most of the time, but you make me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” he went wide eyed while she nodded.

“I’ve never really liked a guy before, at least no this much,” she explained, “And I mean we can go to the party if you want still, but if you want this to be a first date I just thought something a little more special would be nice…”

A smile spread across his face, “There is nothing I’d like more than for this to be our first date.”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, “We haven’t even started the first one.”

“Thank god, it would have been totally humiliating if you said no,” an airy laugh escaped her lips.

“There wasn’t a chance of that happening,” he assured, “I can’t really afford to rent out an arcade, but I’ll plan our second date okay?”

“No but you went through all this trouble, I figured you’d want another.”

She rolled her eyes, “You know Peter if this relationship is gonna work I think my ego is big enough for the both of us.”

He laughed and pressed his head to hers, “We’ll see how you feel after I kick your ass at every game in here.”

“There is not a chance in hell you’re winning even one game tonight,” she leaned in just a tad, “But I’ll tell you what, if you do I’ll give you a kiss.”

He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her nose before pulling away, “You’re on.”

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btxtreads · 3 years

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Silver Nights

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: EVER EVER AFTER

↳ Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

↳ word count: 1.3k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: fluff

Inside a decrepit cafe in the middle of the night on new year’s eve, Y/N found herself with her forehead pressed on the table as she waited and waited and waited.

“Hey, honey,” her father came from the kitchen, a hand resting on the top of her head. “aren’t Soobin and Kai supposed to be here.”

“Well, they said they were going to come.” Y/N sighed straightening up. “They’re not here yet.”

“What time are they supposed to come?”

The girl sucked in a short breath, checking her phone.

11:50.

“One hour ago.” Y/N sighed, standing up. “They probably got held up, I don’t know.”

Her father frowned, checking the time and sighing.

“Well, if you aren’t going to spend the night with the boys—you can spend it with me.” Her father smiled softly, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Yeah, but maybe deal with your customers for now,” The girl giggled, gently urging her father to tend to his customers.

The man gave her an endearing smile before leaving her alone. Y/N sighed softly, checking her phone for any more messages from Soobin or Kai. Seeing none, she stands up and turns—about to enter the kitchen to try and make herself another cup of iced coffee when she heard a soft thud against the cafe’s glass panels behind her. Choosing to ignore it, the girl gathered her things—when another thump sounded out.

The girl swiftly turned around, eyes in a sharp glare expecting to see Kai and Soobin messing around—only to find Beomgyu standing there with a smile on his face. He was holding a snowball in his hands, aiming over at the glass and shooting it once more—giggling when Y/N flinched at the ball scattering against the glass. Y/N cleared her throat and grabbed her coat, exiting the cafe to meet the King outside.

“Gyuu—I mean King Beomgyu.” Y/N gasped, blinking. “How—Wha—How?”

“How else?” Beomgyu snorted, pocketing his hands. “I rode an airplane.”

The girl slowly nodded, growing even more confused.

“Okay?” She replied softly, tilting her head. “Why are you here, then? Don’t you have some kingly things to do?”

“Define kingly.” Beomgyu snorted, grabbing her hands. “You left too early—I never got to say bye.”

“I had to leave.” Y/N explained, letting Beomgyu fiddle with her hands. “I can’t stay there anymore, knowing everything I did—what I did to you. I hurt you.”

“Just leaving abruptly hurt me more, you know.”

“Staying would hurt you more, Beomgyu.” Y/N retorted. “I can’t do that.”

“Gyuu.” Beomgyu replied firmly. “Call me Gyuu or I swear to god I’m ripping my hair out.”

The girl chuckled, shaking her head and turning her palm so she can intertwine her fingers with the king’s. She smiled softly, running her hands through his hair.

“I’m sorry. For what I did.”

“You didn’t do anything,” Beomgyu sighed, eyes closed. “It was time I knew, anyway.”

“Still.”

There was a moment of silence. Beomgyu shifted, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. He fiddled with the device a little before presenting the girl with a web page pulled out.

“This was you, right?”

Y/N took the phone gingerly, eyes scanning over the big news site. On it was a long news article—a feature—written by her as a contributor. It was about Beomgyu, and her time with him. It spoke about how he truly was, and what actually happened unlike what everybody assumed.

“How’d you find out?” Y/N asked quietly.

“Haneul,” Beomgyu chuckled as he tucked his phone away. “She’s pretty crafty and resourceful when she needs to be.”

Y/N smiled softly, sighing.

“I miss Haneul, you know.” Y/N mumbled, looking up at the freshly falling snow.

Beomgyu nodded.

“She misses you, too.” Beomgyu said, hestitating before continuing. “I miss you.”

Y/N turned over to him, a frown on her face as she pulled her hands from him.

“I miss you, too,” Y/N replied. “but you’re a king now, and I’m nothing but a screw-up journalist who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. You don’t deserve this.”

Beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows as the girl bit her lip. He stepped forward and cupped her face in his hands, thumbs brushing over her cheeks.

“I—You know, the palace is too big and cold.” He started. “I could use someone there with me.”

“You have Jun, Tae, Haneul and your mom—you also have staff.” Y/N pointed out, making Beomgyu shake his head in amusement.

“I was thinking someone like a queen.”

“Oh,” Y/N mumbled quietly, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Beomgyu only smiled, chuckling softly as he released the girl. He reached back into his pockets—pulling out a red velvet box and he fell to his knee. Y/N blinked in confusion as Beomgyu popped open the box to reveal a diamond ring.

“Gyuu?”

“Marry me.” Beomgyu grinned.

“But,” Y/N replied, wide-eyed. “But I can’t just leave? I can’t leave Soobin and Kai—“

“They’re actually willing to move to Argenti as I’ve promised them secure jobs on the palace’s publicity teams.” Beomgyu laughed. “There’s no one else I trust to handle my—our—reputation.”

Beomgyu looked over at the girl expectantly as her eyes darted around.

“But what about my dad—the cafe?”

“I’ll get him his own cafe there, we can just bring this one there—I’ll find a way.” Beomgyu pleaded. “Please, just marry me.”

“I-I—“

“If there’s anything I’m not willing to lose, it’s you, Y/N.” Beomgyu mumbled. “I really do love you, and I’m willing to give you everything if it means you’ll be mine forever.”

Y/N shook her head, making Beomgyu frown.

“A king shouldn’t be on his knees for too long.” The girl mumbled, dusting his coat off.

“Well?” Beomgyu asked. “You’re—You won’t marry me, won’t you?”

Y/N reached out to his hands, interlocking their hands.

“You don’t know me at all.”

“But I do, you’re the kindest, bravest, most beautiful person I know.” Beomgyu replied, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “That’s more than enough for me to fall in love with you.”

“Are you sure about this, Beomgyu?”

10, 9,

“I’ve never been surer of anything at all in my entire life.” Beomgyu shook his head.

8, 7

“Look, what happened between you and me, it doesn’t just happen out of the blue. It’s special. And I know you think I’m sort of jumping the gun here, but Y/N, I really do—“

The girl smiled, cutting off his rambling as she leaped forward and connected her lips with hers—cutting off his words with a fierce kiss. Beomgyu smiled against her lips, leaning his head down and clutching her waist as her arms snaked around his neck. The king then pulled away, leaning his forehead on hers.

6,5

“That’s a yes, then?”

“Of course, you doofus.” Y/N laughed, tears in her eyes as Beomgyu reached for her hand.

4, 3

She felt the new weight of the diamond ring on her finger. She marvelled at the way the diamond glinted in the moonlight when she held her hand up slightly. But, no matter how bright the diamond was, nothing beats the sparkle in Beomgyu’s brown as as she looked back up and kissed him again.

2, 1

There were sudden loud booms—and multi-colored lights lit up the sky as the world greeted another year. Along with the bright lights of the fireworks in the sky were loud hoots and hollers from Taehyun, Yeonjun, Kai, and Soobin—who actually hid somewhere at the sides to film the whole thing without Y/N knowing.

She can see Yeonjun’s phone up—flashes and flashes shining out of the corners of their eyes as he kept taking photos while bickering with the three younger boys beside him. She didn’t care—she was there with her friends, with her prince. She was in bliss. She finally lived her ever ever after.

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mrslilyrogers · 4 years

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The Happiest Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Hey there, I really love your writing! Could you write a really angsty one shot about Bucky leaving reader at the chapel during their wedding? He loves reader, but, he's not /in love/ with her kinda thing? Again, I really love your writing and your fluffy stories really make my day!

Author’s notes: So I got this request and I just knew I had to make this! I’ve been in a bit of a funk with writing my series and these are really helping me from having a burn out so thanks for this, anon! Please send in comments and requests!

Bright smiles and bubbly energy filled the lovely white room that held the bridal party with Wanda applying the finishing touches to Y/N’s makeup. Champagne glasses clinked as even the moms of the couple giggled with the girls, over the moon that their children were finally getting married and secretly hoping for a little bundle of joy soon.

“You look amazing, sweetie, just you wait until Bucky sees you!” His mom squealed beside her, patting her on the back as the maids of honor awwed in the background, making Y/N blush.

“Thank you, Winnie. But really, Wanda is a miracle worker,” she joked back, loving the way her eyes shone bright in the reflection in front of her. It wasn’t just Wanda’s skills that made her glow from the inside out, it was her smile and energy; she was clearly madly in love.

“Oh my love, I can’t believe my little girl is getting married,” her mom gushed at her other side, wiping at her tears.

“Mom, come on! You promised not to cry, you’re gonna make me cry,”

“Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, enough of that!” she waved her hand in front of her dismissively, letting out a huge exhale in the hopes of calming herself down. Nat distracted her in the guise of needing help with her already perfect curls, making Y/N mouth a silent ‘thank you’ to her in the mirror which just made the redhead wink in return. Meanwhile, Winnie took the initiative to take videos on her phone about the goings-on in the bridal prep room; Wanda reprimanding the bride to keep still so she could apply her lipstick properly with Y/N joking that it was a moot point, Bucky was going to kiss her anyway, earning a chuckle from her soon to be mother-in-law.

This was all so perfect, Y/N thought, thanking god for her friends. If it weren’t for them, she wouldn’t have this perfectly organized wedding that was up to her exact tastes from the ivory gown that hugged her body down to the flower arrangements at the chapel and the reception. The only thing Bucky had even really contributed was the choice of food. Laughing at that, she shook her head. It was incredible how clueless men were when it came to these things.

“Y/N, you are stunning!” Wanda clasped her hands together underneath her chin as she bounced excitedly, loving her finished look.

“Thanks Wanda, god, I wouldn’t have known what to do without you girls,” Y/N replied, squeezing her into a hug.

“Oh geez, would you look at the time!” Winnie’s bright voice interrupted them as she hurriedly put her phone back into her bag. “I’m gonna go check on the guests now, okay? Sweetie, call me if you need anything,” Giving Y/N a quick kiss to the cheek, she dragged the other mom in the room by the hand to make sure everything was going well outside, making Wanda spur into action too,

“Hold on, Y/N. I’m gonna call the photographer to get your pictures and check on the boys! I’ll be back real quick, don’t go anywhere,” she warned, dashing off after the mothers, making Y/N laugh as she squealed,

“Where the hell will I even go?”

“She really is a weirdo,” Nat deadpanned from her chair in front of another makeshift vanity making Y/N giggle as she replied,

“A weirdo we love very much,”

Nat nodded her head, laughing. She moved to stand behind Y/N, her hands on her friend’s shoulders as she asked,

“You ready, champ?”

“You know I am,” Y/N sighed dreamily, giddy at the thought of finally becoming Bucky’s wife. She didn’t understand how brides could get cold feet on their wedding day. As far as she was concerned, this was the happiest day of her life.

“Well, damn, that’s the spirit!” Nat cheered when the door suddenly burst open, a flurry of excited women swarming in.

“There she is!” Sharon shouted as she ran to Y/N, giving her a hug with Maria, Pepper and Jane following in. They all gushed at how wonderful she looked, making her twirl for them.

“So how are the boys?” Y/N excitedly asked them, figuring they probably all arrived with their respective husbands and boyfriends.

“Well, Steve left earlier to help Bucky, I’m assuming they’re probably just waiting now,” Sharon shrugged.

“Thor and I went separately, he insisted on riding with the groomsmen,” Jane rolled her eyes at that before continuing, “So I had to hitch a ride with Maria,”

“Yeah, I would’ve gotten here earlier but I had to take a little detour,” Maria teased, earning an elbow from Jane.

“Well, Tony went looking for them now. He likes being fashionably late. I had to tell him the wedding was earlier so we’d be here on time,” Pepper piped in which made them all laugh, Y/N not even noticing why Wanda was taking so long.

Suddenly, urgent whispers and murmurs could be heard outside the door, making Y/N crane her neck to it. Oh, what now? Everything was going perfect, she was pretty sure something was going to go wrong sooner or later. Maybe their officiator was late, she knew her uncle had a knack for doing that. What she didn’t expect was her parents to walk through the door, their eyes sorry and their faces pale. Steve followed behind, looking ashamed and guilty as Wanda clicked the lock in place, her throat working.

What the hell was going on?

“Is everything okay?” Y/N found her voice to ask, dread forming in the pit of her stomach. Did something happen to Bucky?

“Sweetheart, Bucky’s not here,” her dad told her as gently as possible making her feel like she was a little girl again, where his voice alone made the pain of little scrapes and bruises go away. This time it didn’t, it cut a hole deep in her heart.

“What do you mean?” she asked, brows furrowed, feeling like she had taken a blow to the stomach. What did they mean Bucky’s not here? That’s impossible. He’s the groom. How could he not be here?

“He’s not coming, Y.N. I’m sorry we looked everywhere, we couldn’t find him,” This time it was Steve who spoke up, his eyes turning to the floor, not being able to hold Y/N’s incredulous face, her eyes unsure and scared.

“No, that’s impossible, he’ll be here. He said—“ her voice suddenly trailed off. What was the last thing he told her? She scrambled to get her phone, knocking some of the makeup off the table in her haste. Where the hell was that damned phone?

She was sure he had texted, “I love you, always” just that morning. How could he leave her then? She couldn’t believe it. Didn’t believe it. This was impossible.

“Love, it’s here,” her mom said, reaching into her purse and handing it to her. Dread formed in the pit of her stomach as she saw one unread message from Bucky. With shaking fingers, she unlocked her phone only to have the dreaded two words stare back at her,

I’m sorry

A wail broke out in the room, Y/N barely registering it was hers. “No, no, no, no…” she stood on shaky feet. Her friends immediately huddled to help her but she just shooed their hands away, dialing Bucky’s number as she paced. Her heart ringing in her ears when the monotonous tone of the operator greeted her, “No!” She sobbed, throwing her phone to the floor.

“Sweetheart,” her dad started again. But she was too far gone, the voices in the background meshing into one as she crouched on the floor, head tucked between her knees, hands holding herself tightly as she rocked back and forth.

How could this happen? Why would he do this?

Her mother’s comforting hand was at her back, shushing her soothingly, her own voice breaking at her daughter’s heartbreak. But the pain ate Y/N from the inside out.

He said he loved her, why would he leave her?

Forcing her face up, she looked to Steve for answers,

“Why would he do this?” Her voice was small and raw from the tears.

“I don’t know, We tried looking for him Y/N, we really did…” he replied to her just as softly, bearing all the heartache directed for his friend in her eyes.

Swallowing convulsively, Y/N stood again, confusion on her face now. She had no idea whose hands held her up as she zeroed in on one thought.

“We? What do you mean, we?” How long has he been gone? Did he plan this?

Steve looked ashamed, a blush coloring his high cheeks. “Me and some of the guys, Thor and Sam,” he replied guiltily.

So he had left that morning without another word, after having texted her he’d always love her. That cursed message, a precursor to his goodbye. He left without even a look back at the mess he’d make. He ran away from her. Her Bucky ran away because he couldn’t envision his life with her. Was that how desperate he was to leave her? Fresh tears formed in her eyes at the realization.

To think she had been here cluelessly giggling and cheering with her bridesmaids while his friends flew off to search for him. How was she going to face the rest of their friends and family now? She felt like a fool, she was a fool. And he did this to her. The man she thought she knew like the back of her hand abandoned her as if she was nothing.

“I don’t know what to do, what am I gonna do?” she asked weakly, her voice breaking. Choruses of “We’ll be here for you” and “You’ll get through this” echoed around, but all she could focus on was the glistening diamond on her ring finger, remembering Bucky’s face when he proposed.

And just like that, the happiest day of her life turned into the worst.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fic #marvel x you #requests #answered requests

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sweetwritertanya · 4 years

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Peaches

Summary: You and Jimin share an erotic session that involves blindfolds and handcuffs… on him.

Warnings: this is absolute SMUT from beginning to end! Beware of the filthy following: swearing, erotic body touching, sub! Jimin, dom! reader, orgasm denial (male), multiple orgasms (female), praising (male receiving), thigh riding, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, blindfolded sex, handcuffed sex, safe words, just a tiny hint of sadism/masochism.

Word Count: 2513

Your favorite song was playing. The smirk on your face could barely be concealed, not that it mattered when the only other person in the room was unable to see you.

The cutest stuttering moans harmoniously filled the otherwise silent bedroom, your precious Jimin fisting the silk sheets beneath his hands, baring the torturous pleasure of your wondering hands across his soft skin. The indescribable feeling was only enhanced by the fact that he was entirely blindfolded.

“What did I say about moaning too loud, Jimin?” Your authoritarian voice demanded to know as he lets out a louder groan when your fingernails scrapped down his exposed chest.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet” his high-pitched breathy tone promised. You weren’t sure if he would be able to keep his promise, since you were sure he would promise you just about anything right now. You didn’t really want him to, anyway; punishing him was way too much fun.

The top to bottom completely nude boy was currently laying on his back, on top of the queen-sized bed, the one he made himself with fresh new sheets. When you saw the beautiful bedding he chose, you knew he was hoping for something tonight. And you didn’t disappoint.

You were still mostly dressed, the only thing you had removed was your t-shirt, staying in your filled-out lace bra. With your bulky legs on either side of his lean hips, you were straddling him while your hands teased with butterfly touches across his muscles, curling the few pubic hairs in your fingers near his stiff shaft, sometimes leaning down and catching him completely by surprise when your tongue lapped at his skin.

“Y-Y/N!” He was barely able to vocalize as your mouth sucked on his pulse point at the side of his neck.

“Yeah? Do you want something?” His big gulp was enough answer. “What do you want? Maybe I’ll take pity on you and grant you a wish.”

“I… I want to touch your tits” he confessed in a low whine, his hands clutching the sheets harder, knuckles turning white.

Your smile grew.

“Is that so? Well, let’s do this” you decide as your digits draw random curves above his abdominal muscles, tensing hard under your touch. “I’ll let you touch them if you can guess my bra’s color.”

The blindfolded boy pouted as he released a childish whine, for he was not allowed to see your underwear before this whole endeavor started.

“You have three chances” you added.

He bites his lower plump lip in indecision and you can tell he is frowning under the large black blindfold. To hurry it up, you brush your fingers down his abs, just missing the erect member splattered on his lower belly by a hair, proud when it twitched in response.

“Black!” he finally guesses, suddenly.

“Nope. Two more chances.”

Jimin is definitely holding back his groan of disappointment. It doesn’t take him as long to voice his second choice in impatience, growing a bit desperate with the will to touch you, something you forbid him to do until you said otherwise. He was always pretty obedient in the beginning, but you also knew it wouldn’t take long for his restrain to crack and give in to his lustful needs.

“Beige!”

“You mean a nude color? Sorry, babe, but no.” He releases a breath of absolute frustration. “You only have one more guess.”

“Y/N, please” he all but begs and you see his hands slowly inching closer to your legs, struggling to keep from touching you.

“I’ll give you a hint” you declare, in compassion for his state. “It’s your favorite set on me.”

“Red!” he instantly shouts out, a bit too loud but you forgive him.

“Lucky boy” you compliment, and his juicy pink lips spread in a pleased smile.

Your hands go behind your back and quickly unclasp your bra, letting it fall on top of him just so he knows it was off, before shoving it away. His tongue darts out to moisture his lips and you take his hands to place them on top of your now nude chest. A gratified sigh leaves him as you let go and allow him to play as he wanted. The first pinch of his index finger and thumbs around your nipples make you arch your back towards his touch and you praise him as he goes.

“Good boy. That feels so good, keep going.”

He just shivers and whimpers at your approving words, and you gasp in surprise when he suddenly sits up and takes one puckered nipple into his mouth and laps on it while he keeps squeezing and kneading at your other one. Your right hands clasps at the back of his neck, grabbing roughly at his soft hair, the other clawing at his bicep.

You keep him there until you feel your nipples bruised and oversensitive, your core flooded with the need for him. When you had enough, you push him by the shoulders back to the bed with force, huffing with condemnation.

“I don’t remember telling you that you could use your mouth, babe” you say in a threatening voice. “That’s gonna cost you.”

“I- Y/N, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry” he starts, moving his hands blindly to reach your plush hips, but you grab his wrists and pin them down on the bed.

“You know what happens when you misbehave, don’t you? You better stay right here until I come back, don’t move a muscle” you order, swinging your legs away from him and getting off the bed. He whines at the lost of your weight over his thighs, but stays silent for he knows you won’t like it if he complains too much.

You came back and a slight jingle echoes in the room. Jimin swallows heavily because he knows exactly what you’re holding in your hands.

No words are needed as you grasp his right wrist and cuff it in the black furry handcuffs to the bed’s headboard, following suit with the left hand too. Jimin’s hands are completely bounded, he could not move them more than a few inches in the small space the handcuffs permitted.

What takes him by surprise is not the use of the handcuffs, but rather the fact that when you climb back on top of his masculine thighs, you are completely naked. Jimin feels your slick warmth against his right leg and it drives him so crazy he hisses loudly and pulls at the handcuffs only to have his hands restricted of movement despite his will.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he gasps, arching his spine slightly.

“Only if you behave, babe” you declare, placing your palms on his torso, playing with his hard nipples too and grinding on his flexing thigh, giving yourself some much-needed relief. “You know you won’t get to fuck me if you don’t do exactly as I say, don’t you?”

“Whatever you say, I’ll do whatever you say!” he vowed through clenching teeth. Your essence was drenching his leg and the crown of his cock was beginning to leak from the overly red tip.

“Then keep the muscles of your thighs clenched until I’m done” you order.

Doing as you say, the muscle you were grinding on tenses up and it’s the perfect shape for you to rub yourself against it, opening your folds and instigating your throbbing clit against his skin. Your pussy was already so wet from teasing him so much and hearing his whiny breathy moans that his thigh clearly glistened under the low-lit table-lights because of your juices covering it.

When you pick up your pace, the tension in your core growing impossibly tighter and demanding for some sort of relief, Jimin’s whole body contracts and he can’t help the way his hips thrust slightly up, in a futile hope of getting some relief himself. The motion makes his leg press harder unexpectedly against your cluster of nerves and your moan silently as your move your hips quicker and soon your insides clench and waves of pleasure make your body spasm with every swell of absolute bless.

“Fuck, fuck! I wish I could see how pretty you look, Y/N!”

Jimin does his best to keep his thigh flexed as you haven’t told him to relax it yet. You give yourself a few moments to come down from your high before smiling as you look down at the blindfolded flushed boy beneath you. Leaning down, you press your breasts against his chest as you kiss his mouth, long and deep and just a bit sloppy both because of his overpowering hunger and your own impatience, wanting to hurry and get to the good part.

You whirl your tongue around his and suck as you lean back, enticing a guttural roar from the back of his throat. He struggles with the handcuffs when you move back to a sitting position, probably wanting to hold you still, pressed against him.

“Now, now! I said to stop doing that. You are leaving marks on our pretty headboard, Jimin!” you admonish, frowning and actually checking to see if the handcuffs had bitten the varnished wood.

“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself” he apologizes.

“Not good enough. Someone is going to suffer a little longer.”

The mixture of a whimper and a wail that escapes his lips almost makes it worth it if he does ruin the beautiful bed.

Pulling yourself slightly up a bit more, you focus your stare on his face as you slide your tender and hot slit against his hard as diamond cock. He almost chokes and you chuckle. Your fingers run around his chest as you continue stroking on him, rubbing your sensitive entrance back and forth on his throbbing length. Jimin is a stuttering mess, finally getting some relief for himself. His hips are moving in sync with yours and he hisses when he feels like he could cum just from this.

“Can’t cum until I tell you to” you remind him.

“Y-Y/N!” He can’t seem to verbalize anything else other than your name.

When you lift your hips and remove your touch from him, he almost cries with agony. But instead, your left hand reaches for the back of his head and pulls the blindfold out of his eyes.

“Look” you instruct.

Jimin’s small eyes are incredibly dark and hooded with unmeasurable desire, a bit confused by what you mean until you take his manhood in your hand and position him at your entrance.

Your eyes are locked on his while his wide ones stare at your bodies slowly joining together as your lower your hips down on him, taking him fully inside.

The moan that flees him as he throws his head back and his cuffed hands turn into fists is absolute filth for your ears. You can’t help the small noise of satisfaction that leaves you too at the feeling of him filling you up. Your inner walls clenched around him in a welcome, pleasure multiplying at having him finally in.

Something that barely sounds like your name leaves in a heavy exhale from Jimin’s open lips, when you lift your hips up only to go back down. For his merit, Jimin does his best to keep the rhythm as slow as you want, barely raising his pelvis when you slam down on him. But you were fed up with teasing and wanted to just catch your second climax too.

Your hands leave his skin to instead grab your own tits, twitching and pulling your own sensitive nipples, sending electric sparks to your core as you bounced up and down on him quicker and quicker. The sound of slapping skin, the bed rocking and heavy breaths and moans fill the room.

“F-Fuck! C-can’t- Y/N!”

“Don’t! Not yet, don’t come yet!” Your order sounds more like a suffocating plead since you were feeling your body sprung with renewed tension and getting closer and closer to the edge with every movement of your hips on him.

Throwing your head back, keeping your hands busy on your chest and going as fast as you can, Jimin is forced to keep his eyes closed to stop himself from cumming at the vision of your plentiful body rapidly jiggling on top of him. Instead, he prays for you to reach your orgasm quick so he can climax too. So, he begins moving his hips to meet yours in the same frantic rhythm you had set, making the tip of his cock kiss the deep spot at the end of your wet tunnel that has you screaming, each upward thrust slapping your protruding clit at the same time.

It doesn’t take long for your moan to get caught in your throat, lips open but no sound coming out as pure pleasure crashes down on you, every muscle on your body clenching heavily before electric sparks spread across your veins and reach your nerve-ends, turning your body to jelly. You are breathing heavily and still feeling your skin scorching from the inside when Jimin’s muffled whimpers catch your attention.

He was closing his eyes shut so tightly they almost disappeared behind his eyebrows, face so flushed red that it reminded you of the lingerie you were wearing earlier on, biting his lips so hard you wondered if blood was drawn. You realize he was trying very hard not to cum.

You grab the key on the bedside table and lean over him without letting him slip out to undo his handcuffs and freeing his hands. Keeping your chest pressed against him, you peck at his lips before speaking.

“You can cum now, babe” you allow.

He releases the breath he had been holding and grasps your hips with iron strength as he pistons himself into you only a handful of times, deep and quick, your oversensitive walls making you moan, finally getting to finish inside and flooding your chalice with his essence. He grunts deeply at the last thrust and his mouth makes a cute “o” shape before he breaths again and opens his eyes with a smile on his face.

“You were great, Jimin” you compliment, leaning down and catching his lips for a sweet kiss before sliding to his side.

Worry overtakes you as you pull his arms, analyzing closely his red wrists and pouting as you look up at him, eyebrows pulled together.

“It bruised. Why didn’t you say it was hurting, Jimin?”

He actually giggles, pulling you closer and enveloping you in a tight hug, hiding his face in your hair and responding in a whisper against your ear.

“I didn’t really realize it was hurting, baby. I was more so focused on the pleasure side of things.”

You hum with a smile in your lips and closing your eyes, leaning in to this hug.

“Good. But tell me if I ever hurt you when we do this next time, alright? Promise me” you demanded against his shoulder.

“No worries, baby. Peaches, remember?” he says, referring to the safe word you both had come up with previously.

“Peaches” you remember.

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one-leaf-grimoire · 3 years

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chapter 7

chapter 7 of my medieval AU fic. Things are about to go down uh oh 0.0

Ft. my friend @fuegoleonvermillion 's OC Sei!

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Eventually, Lisa pulled herself back out of bed and to the bathroom, where she splashed a healthy amount of water onto her face. She didn’t want to look at her reflection, so she just hoped that her eyes weren’t too red before turning to leave for dinner. Her mind was still swirling with troubled thoughts, although by now the crescendo had dwindled down to a dull, bitter tang on the back of her tongue.

I hope to god I’m just overthinking all this, she thought to herself, wiggling the fingers of her encased arm as she walked. I probably just need to eat. And anyway, I get to see Julius again tomorrow. It’s the perfect time to bring up that sort of worry…

But at the same time, what if addressing the matter just brought the end along more quickly? That was the last thing Lisa wanted. With a groan, she paused outside the mess hall, squeezing her eyes shut briefly in an attempt to recenter her emotions. For now… just don’t think about it. Try and have a relaxing night, and look forward to tomorrow.

With that, her eyes popped back open, her usual smile on her lips. With a newfound spring in her step, Lisa used her shoulder to push the door open, ready for dinner.

That’s right… I get to see him tomorrow!

Lisa’s eyes fell upon the occupants of the mess hall, and for some reason, she stopped walking. Fuegoleon was there, Sei by his side as usual, with a few other squad members huddled around them. Standing before the Captain was a knight, wearing the cloak of the prestigious Golden Dawn squad. Huh? What is he doing here-

“What do you mean, the King is missing? Explain!”

Fuegoleon’s demand cut Lisa’s thoughts off.

The Golden Dawn knight, panting and clearly out of breath, sucked in air through his nose before repeating his message for the whole room to hear.

“King Julius was kidnapped about an hour ago! Enemy intruders were spotted in the castle, but it was too late; he was taken! We think they headed northeast!”

Lisa didn’t move, she didn’t really react either. She just stood there, silently, the color slowly but surely draining from her face.

“Dear god…” Fuegoleon looked around at the other Crimson Lions before turning back to the messenger. “You’re positive?”

Sei’s gaze landed on Lisa for a moment. His eyes didn’t narrow dubiously like they often did; Lisa could pick up flecks of sympathy in their golden depths.

Oh… oh god…

“Sei!” The vice-captain’s attention was pulled back to Fuego, who now had a resolute expression. “Gather our best knights, we’re going to go find these enemies and get King Julius back!”

“Wait! I have orders from Captain Vangeance!”the messenger piped up. “He sent me to bring you and your men to the castle; he wants to devise a plan.”

“A plan? But, we should strike now!” Fuegoleon objected. “You said the enemies headed northeast? That would lead them close to our squad!”

“I can’t allow you to do that,” the messenger insisted, looking a bit scared. “You can take it up with Captain Vangeance when we reach the castle.”

After a long, intense moment, Fuegoleon let out a sigh. “Fine. Sei, come on, gather the senior knights.” There wasn’t much they could do; William Vangeance, being the leader of the best squad, was the one who led the military when Julius was unable to. And this was one of those times. An order from him was as powerful as an order from the king himself.

“Right.” Sei turned to leave, noting that Lisa was no longer standing in the doorway.

A few minutes later, the party was suited up, heading to the stables to ride to the castle. They’re having us wait all this time before even beginning our pursuit? Fuegoleon thought to himself, furrowing his brow. It seems unwise… it may already be too late. Who knows what brought this abduction on, but Lord Julius is a good man! I won’t let anyone harm him!

He was suddenly distracted as he noticed that Sei had stopped walking, lagging behind a bit. “Sei? What’s wrong?” Fuegoleon turned to look at him, concern on his face.

Sei pointed at one of the stalls. Normally, there would be a horse there, but it was empty. Realization hit Fuegoleon all at once. “Hold on, that’s-”

“Lisa’s horse. It’s gone.” Sei gulped, furrowing his brow before turning to Fuegoleon. “I’m going to have to split from you guys… I can’t explain now, but I think Lisa might have done something supremely stupid.”

Fuegoleon was confused, and now fear struck in his heart at Sei’s words. Lisa? In danger? What is she doing that’s so stupid? I don’t understand! He wanted nothing more than to press further, but he knew Sei well enough to read his tone of voice. Gulping nervously, Fuegoleon gave his husband a nod. “Alright… I trust you. Whatever she’s doing, get her to safety.”

“I will, don’t worry. Don’t get too bored at that ‘meeting.’” Sei leaned up just enough to press a kiss to Fuegoleon’s cheek, a quick yet reassuring gesture. I’ll take care of it. Worry about yourself, my love.

……………………………..

The first sensation to register in Julius’s mind was the sound of crackling flame. It was dull at first, but grew in intensity along with a piercing pain in his temples. With a groan, he shifted, hearing dirt grind under his uncomfortable body.

… where am I?

Slowly, his eyes blinked open, revealing the hazy world. It was dark, the only light coming from a campfire a few meters away. People were huddled around it, as if it would protect them from the forest surrounding them.

… that’s right… I was kidnapped… that waiter looked so familiar…

It was all coming back to him now. Panicking, Julius sat up, only to realize that his ankles and wrists were bound tightly. He strained for a moment, wincing as the rope rubbed painfully into his skin.

“Ah, look who’s awake! I forgot how badly you snored, Captain.”

Captain?

Julius looked up to see a figure approaching him, their face shadowed. They came to a stop a few feet away, their golden eyes glinting in the firelight.

“You slept like a baby. And I wouldn’t try to escape those bindings, I’m pretty good with knots.”

“Who are you? And what do you want?” Julius asked, keeping his voice level. He was scared, yes; anyone would be in this situation. But he was very good at keeping calm in the midst of fear, as he faced many treacherous situations on the battlefield years ago.

The figure chuckled. Recognition flickered in the back of Julius’s mind. “I’m hurt, captain… I looked up to you so much, and yet you can’t even remember me? That’s sad…”

Captain? Should I recognize him?

Julius narrowed his eyes. At that moment, the fire flared up a bit, casting light onto his captor’s face. It was just a moment, yet it was enough to pour the memories back into Julius’s mind

“...P-Patri?!”

The man’s smile fell, but Julius knew he was right. Despite everything that was happening and the danger he was in… Julius couldn’t help but feel a resounding relief in his soul. Patri narrowed his eyes. “What are you smiling about?”

“Oh…” Julius shook his head, blinking a few times as everything sunk in, “Nothing… just… I’m glad to see you alive, Patri.”

The annoyed look on patri’s face quickly morphed into one of rage at Julius’s statement.

“...how DARE you!”

Without warning, the man yelled his words, as if he were hurling knives at Julius.

“After everything you’ve done, you’re glad to see me alive?” Patri gave a half-hearted, mirthless chuckle. “Well, I wish you cared this much when I was kidnapped off the battlefield! But you didn’t give half a shit then, did you?”

Julius winced, the details of their shared past coming back to him more clearly now. He didn’t know what to say to his former comrade; whatever he thought about the situation, Patri was clearly more upset than he could imagine. And probably rightfully so.

“Patri… I thought you were dead. We all did. I mean- When someone goes missing on the battlefield like that-”

“Julius, we both know that the Diamond Kingdom doesn’t kill their prisoners of war. At least not quickly. You… you have no idea what I’ve been through.”

The fire flickered again, those sitting around it absolutely silent as Patri continued to speak. Julius’s eyes widened as, for the first time, he saw Patri’s whole face. It was familiar to him; a face he had first seen when Patri was just a boy, joining the squad along with William, Yami, and all the others. Julius had been proud to call himself their captain, and when they lost Patri, he was devastated.

But… I didn’t lose him, did I? I gave up on him…

He could still remember William’s plea.

“Please, Sir Julius… please let me go save him!”

One of Patri’s sclera was black, burned by some painful means. The fire died down, casting the man’s face back in shadow.

Julius’s shoulders slumped, and he could no longer look Patri in the eye. His gaze fell to his feet, his eyes dulling.

“....I’m sorry. I truly am... “

Patri shook his head a little before backing away towards the campfire again. “In any case, that’s not why I’m here… not entirely. Despite being unable to save little ol’ me, you, the elite Mighty Stag, managed to decimate many of the Diamond Kingdom’s best forces. They hold a grudge as well, so in exchange for my freedom, I promised to bring you to them.”

Julius’s blood ran cold. Shit! That’s not good. “Wait! Patri-” Julius called out before he could leave. “You’re already safe here; I can protect you!” He gave the younger man a smile. “Let me make up my sins! I promise-”

“No.” Patri smiled to himself, glad to see Julius shut up. “I made a promise too.”

“Yes- a promise to the kingdom who captured and tortured you!” Julius cut in. An emotion Julius couldn’t quite place flashed through Patri’s eyes. “If not me, come back for William! For yami! For everyone who cares about you! We’ll protect you!”

“NO!”

Patri whipped back around angrily, but the look on his face, although brief, was unmistakable:

Fear.

“I can’t go back on this promise. I’m not a spineless lier like you. So… just wait. We’ll continue our journey at daybreak.”

Without another word, Patri stalked away to his new comrades, leaving Julius alone to curl up and try to sleep in the dirt.

…………………………………………….

Daybreak came quickly. The forest was quiet, unfortunately, the only sounds being that of the birds’ morning choir.

“Come on… there has to be something… some kind of clue…”

Lisa’s eyes darted around the trees as she trudged through the undergrowth, one hand holding onto the reins of her horse and the other fidgeting uncomfortably within her cast. She had a feeling that she would be able to take it off any day now. It was getting too itchy to bear. But in a pinch, she knew she could throw it off and charge into battle if needed.

So far, her search had yielded no clues. All she had to go on were her own instincts and the directions given by the messenger yesterday. The night had been a long one, and eventually she got so tired that she was forced to tie up her horse and curl up in an uncomfortable patch of weeds. Even then, she found it hard to sleep.

Julius…

Lisa’s hand had tightened on the handle of her Rapier.

I have to save him… I have to! Even if I’m the only one fighting, I’ll save him!

She didn’t know why Julius was taken, or who she found be fighting, but the mere thought of never seeing him again made every bone in her body hurt.

I can’t… lose him…

Her feet hurt, her head throbbed, and her horse was getting more and more resistant to her lead. But Lisa pressed on, determined to find Julius.

“Hey. Fancy seeing you out here.”

Lisa screamed in surprise and whirled around to see none other than Sei a few meters away. Despite being on his own horse, he had made virtually NO noise when he approached. Lisa gulped, coming down from her shock. “Sei! W-What are you doing out here?”

“I should be asking that to you.” Sei came to a stop next to her before gracefully dismounting. “Seriously… are you in a hurry to die?”

“...no,” Lisa mumbled, looking away awkwardly. “It’s just- no one else was going to do anything! I thought it would help if someone went ahead to scout out the trail, even if it was just me-”

Sei rolled his eyes. “Cut the crap Lisa… we both know that’s not true.”

Lisa blinked a few times, her heart pounding faster and faster. What? What does that mean? Sei-

“You and Lord Julius… you’ve been seeing each other ever since he showed up at our celebration, right?”

The words hit Lisa like a freight train. Her face immediately heated up, turning a shade more befitting of a tomato. “HUH?! Er- Sie!! Why on earth would you think that- haha- I don’t even remember that night!!! Me and the KING?! That’s dumb and stupid! Poo poo! AHAH uhh yeah that’s not what’s happening-”

“Ah, I see. I’m right.” Sei smirked to himself, Lisa immediately shutting her mouth and glaring at the ground. “I can’t say I approve… but we can’t change anything now. Come on.”

Lisa looked up as Sei brushed past her, pointing up ahead.

“I smell a campfire. It’s been out for an hour at most. Who would be camping way out here?”

It took Lisa a moment that Sei wasn’t going to press the issue any further. She turned to follow him with her eyes for a moment. Wait… is he…

“You’re helping me?”

Sei paused, then looked back at his junior with a determined smile on his face.

“Of course. I’m out here anyway, and you’re right, it’s best to scout this area for clues first. Come on, let's save the King.”

Lisa quickly matched his grin, picking up the pace to walk by his side and press ahead into the unknown.

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andrewmoocow · 3 years

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Steven Universe Alternate Future chapter 16: Enemy of my Enemy (originally published on May 3, 2021)

AN: At long last, Black Rutile strikes! I have been anticipating writing this inevitable confrontation between her and the Crystal Gems for ages, and now finally everything I've building up to these past two parts will come together in a neat little package! We got a big battle, a villain song, fusions, who could ask for more?! But I'm getting ahead of myself, let us finally begin.

Synopsis: Jasper is unofficially sworn into the Crystal Gems when some old foes come together.

Cast:

Zach Callison as Steven

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Grace Rolek as Connie

Jennifer Paz as Lapis, Zuli, Mean Lapis

Shelby Rabara as Peridot, Squaridot

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Matthew Moy as Lars, Dante

Kathleen Fisher as Fluorite

Enuka Okuma as Rhodonite

Ashly Burch as Rutile Twins

Erica Luttrell as Padparadscha Sapphire

Christine Baranski as Hessonite

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball

Larissa Gallagher as Bluebird Azurite

Jinkx Monsoon as Emerald

Melissa Fahn as Demantoid

Kari Wahlgren as Pyrope

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper, Biggs Jasper

Aparna Nancherla as Nephrite

Michelle Maryk as Larimar

Ian Jones-Quartey as Snowflake Obsidian

Amy Sedaris as Teal Zircon

Martha Higerada as Topaz

Dee Bradley Baker as Lion, George, Elaine, Cosma

AJ Michalka as Stevonnie

Nancy Linari as Martha

Featuring Catherine Tate as Lepidolite

Alan Oppenheimer as Professor Poindexter

And Burt Ward as Mangolin

It has been a hectic past few hours for Steven. He was having another nice day when suddenly, Hessonite, Squaridot, and the Off-Colors all came flying out of Lion's mane, telling him that Lars needs to see him just as the Destiny Destroyer crash-landed on the beach.

Not too long after, Lars was rushed to the hospital and Steven decided to follow him in the ambulance. Steven had never been to a hospital before, so it was a little frightening for him to be somewhere on Earth that he had never been before, especially since many humans go there regularly.

"Hello, did you admit any patients into this place recently?" Steven hurriedly asked the receptionist.

"Name please." the college-aged receptionist answered, barely glancing up from her phone to meet Steven's panicking eyes.

"Steven Universe!" Steven gave his name.

"You're going to have to be more specific Mr. Universe." the receptionist stated.

"He's got pink skin, a scar over one eye and his hair is a portal to a pocket dimension where there's like a couple of trees inside." Steven explained. The woman just stared at Steven in confusion for a bit before going back to her phone. "Anything the matter, miss?"

"I'm happy you said all of that with a straight face." the receptionist said, putting down her phone to go on the computer. "One sec Universe." She looked up the most recent patients on the monitor and turned it to show Steven his desired patient. "Are you looking for Mr. Laramie Barriga?"

"Yes, that's him!" Steven exclaimed. "I was there when he got taken away in that ambulance! Where is he now?"

"Room 723." the receptionist answered. "Take the elevator, make a left and then a right. Got that?"

Before the woman could turn back, Steven had already vanished to find Lars. "Kids." she grumbled.

As Steven raced through the hospital in search of his undead friend, numerous unfamiliar sights greeted him. A doctor's office contained a child receiving a flu shot, a man in a wheelchair let Steven pass him by, a woman was on her way to an operating room, and a doctor solemnly fixed an empty hospital bed while a family was mourning.

Finally, Steven reached Room 723 just as a nurse was passing by the room. "Hello, I'm a friend of the patient occupying this room, and the Off-Colors told me what happened. Can I please come in and visit him?"

"You may." The nurse replied and opened the door for Steven. "Doctor Laurie, our patient has one more visitor." She said to the doctor standing by a bedridden Lars along with his parents, Sadie and Shep. "He said a bunch of "Off-Colors" told him everything."

"I'm here Lars!" Steven exclaimed as he rushed into the hospital room to be by Lars's side. "Hessonite and the Off-Colors told me what happened after they came flying out of Lion's mane!"

"Steven, finally!" Lars cried happily as he grabbed Steven's shoulders. "Listen, I need to warn you! You and the entire planet are doomed!"

A little while later, Lars was given a clean bill of health and was allowed to go home by ambulance. He sat on one side of the ambulance with his parents while Steven sat on the other end, and Lars continued to reveal what happened on Homeworld.

"What I'm trying to say Steven is that there's this Gem who's been inspiring others to rebel against you and Era 3!" Lars explained. "She's gathered up tons of your old enemies so they can get revenge too, and they're coming for Earth!"

"Lars, I understand your concern," Steven calmly stated. "but you're getting a little wound up over nothing. Almost everyone loves what I've done to the Gem race. There's nothing bigger going on, outside of Aquamarine being annoying."

"Seriously, you don't believe me?" Lars flatly asked in disbelief. "Well, do you at least believe what Hessonite said?"

"I believe that you teamed up for a fun space adventure!" Steven answered before his phone started ringing. "Whoops, got a call from Garnet." he said before answering the call. "Hello?"

"Steven, you need to come to Little Homeworld quick!" Garnet urged Steven from the other end. "Rogue Gems are on the attack, and they want us dead! Me, Amethyst, Pearl, Lapis, Peridot and Bismuth have already helped evacuate everyone, but we still need you to save the day again!"

"I'll be right there!" Steven bravely declared before hanging up and turning to the driver. "Sir, I need you to take us to Little Homeworld!"

"It's an emergency!" Lars added while showing him a picture of the Gem village.

"I don't see why not." the driver replied as he made a detour to Little Homeworld.

"You sure about this Lars?" Dante asked his son. "I mean, you just survived falling from space, I don't think we can handle you risking your life again so soon!"

"I promise you guys, I'll be back home when this is all over and I'm back in space." Lars assured his parents and hugged them.

"Be safe Laramie." Nancy said. "But then again, you got Steven to help out."

"Yeah, he's got me alright." Steven assured Mr. and Mrs. Barriga.

"Okay kid, we're here." the ambulance driver declared as the vehicle came close to Little Homeworld. "This is probably the first time I've escorted someone to stop an alien invasion."

"Here's good, thanks, sir." Steven said before the two boys bust the ambulance doors open and raced off to Little Homeworld.

What the pair discovered when they finally reached Little Homeworld was utter chaos. Almost everything was in ruins, smoke billowed everywhere, Light Warriors, Cluster Gems & Cactus Stevens were pillaging & demolishing, and at the center of it all was Aquamarine and Eyeball.

"Steven Universe, what a most pleasant surprise." Aquamarine purred as she turned to face Steven and Lars, batting her wand in her hand. "And look you've even brought Lars as well."

"Aquamarine, Eyeball." Steven laughed nervously while looking at the chaos behind the pair. "Did you, uh, maybe come to reconsider?"

"Reconsider, my facet!" Eyeball yelled before her fusion partner stopped her.

"But we did come with a few new friends." Aquamarine answered smugly.

"Well, that's certainly a start." Steven grinned before a massive hand made of water grabbed him and its creator brought him up to face her. "Hey, you're one of those Lapises! What brings you to Earth?"

"Sorry kid, I'm one of those new friends." Lapis 1J9G announced before dropping Steven to the ground and folding her arms as she landed right next to Aquamarine. "And we're afraid not even half-listening to you will work this time."

"See Steven, this is what I was trying to talk to you about!" Lars exclaimed, gesturing wildly to the three Gems. "A bunch of Gems want to get back at you! Though I thought there'd be more."

"I believe he's referring to me." Emerald bragged as she stepped forward with a panicking George in her hand.

"George!" Steven shouted. "And you, I know you! You're uh," He began getting off track as he only ever saw Emerald through a video screen. "Sorry, I've only met you that one time and now I've kinda forgotten-"

"IT'S EMERALD!" Emerald shrieked furiously. "How could you forget about me after Era 3 made the Diamonds let Lars off with a slap on the wrist for stealing my Sun Incinerator?!"

"Oh, calm yourself Emerald." Pyrope calmed the elite Gem down as she held aloft one of George's sisters, who was in full panic mode and pulling on her pigtails.

"Indeed," Demantoid added, also holding one of George's sisters in her enhanced arm. "You wouldn't want to make yourself less presentable for our victims."

Just then, the six Gems moved aside and kneeled to their leader, whose very appearance completely rocked Steven's world. Black Rutile walked towards Steven with a bowie knife to a rose while White Topaz followed her. When she cut the rose's head, Black Rutile finally faced Steven with an evil smile.

"I know you, you're that reporter!" Steven exclaimed. "Why are you hanging with these guys?!"

"I'm hanging with them?" Black Rutile scoffed at Steven. "I believe you're mistaken; THEY'RE hanging with ME!" She then threw away the rose's stem and steepled her fingers together. "Anyways, do you have any last words?"

"This is not good at all certainly fits." Steven declared nervously before the eight Gems slowly began marching towards the boy, eager to finally get their revenge.

However, their plans were quickly cut off before they could be put into action as Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl swooped into saved Steven and Lars from the rogue Gems.

"We trusted you, you psycho!" Pearl roared while her spear clashed with Black Rutile's knife.

"And everyone was dumb enough to trust you." Black Rutile replied snarkily. "So as you humans say, hello pot, meet kettle."

"Seriously, what makes you think we're worse than you are?" Amethyst asked.

"Something about how your ways will make the Gem race a bunch of puny hippies or whatever." White Topaz answered. "No hard feelings when we destroy you and everything you worked so hard for?"

"What did I tell you about getting friendly with the enemy?" Black Rutile hissed at her Topaz bodyguard before turning back to the Crystal Gems. "Now, let me repeat myself. Any last words?"

"My future vision tells me you will fail." Garnet declared defiantly. "And we will find a way to make that future happen."

"Such noble sentiments from a couple of Gems who are gonna die!" Black Rutile replied as her knife turned into a sword that she prepared to slash the Gems with until a loud rumbling sound was heard. "What was that?"

"Need a hand?" Peridot asked as she, Lapis, and Bismuth appeared on a makeshift flying machine made out of scrap metal that she controlled with her ferrokinesis.

"So that's where you ran off to!" Pearl exclaimed while Bismuth picked her up by the hand to toss onto the metal pad.

"No time to talk, we have to move!" Lapis exclaimed, picking everyone else up with her water powers. When everyone was on board, the pad zoomed off.

"Uh, why aren't we stopping them?!" Lapis 1J9G exclaimed before preparing to fly off when Black Rutile stopped her.

"Let them run." Black Rutile smiled deviously. "I want to see how they can lie their ways out of this situation. But in the meantime, I have another idea."

Before the Crystal Gems knew it, they finally returned to the beach house where Hessonite, Squaridot, and the Off-Colors awaited their return.

"I still can't believe it!" Steven gasped in denial of their current situation. "I get that not everyone would like what I've done with Homeworld, but I don't think I'd make them angry enough to want to kill me!"

"I tried to warn you, Steven." Lars declared sassily. "But you just didn't listen! Probably because you're so in denial of wanting to accept that not everything will go your way."

"Lars, this is no time for backtalk, Earth could be in danger!" Pearl scolded the pink-skinned human as the group walked into the house to think of a plan. "That Rutile seems to have thought of everything! I mean, she's a Rutile for crying out loud, they barely held any power in Homeworld!" However, Pearl then turned to the Rutile twins standing right next to her. "Uh, no offense you two."

"None taken." The twins replied.

"Still, she's got quite an army at her side." Lapis said. "She's got one of those Lapises I fought on Aozul 2, she's got Aquamarine, Eyeball, Pyrope & Demantoid, an Emerald, and that's not even accounting for the minions they got!"

"But what does Black Rutile want with us?" Peridot and Squaridot asked in unknowing unison.

"According to her Topaz, it must be something to do with that Steven did to the Gem race." Bismuth analyzed. "But who knows what she'll do next?"

"I know." Garnet declared. "I've looked through dozens of possible timelines trying to uncover Black Rutile's true plans. This is what I feel could be the worst possible one."

"What does it look like?" Steven asked before Garnet kissed him on the head, temporarily bestowing Steven with her future vision and a glimpse at what could be to come.

It took centuries of careful planning but at long last, Black Rutile had finally won. Once the Crystal Gems were finally destroyed and she indoctrinated the Gems they had enslaved to her noble cause, she then reawakened the Cluster that was slumbering within the Earth's crust, ultimately finishing what the Diamonds were too cowardly to do and destroying that annoying little planet once and for all.

Within mere weeks, the Diamonds met their demise, and Black Rutile installed herself as the new ruler of all Gemkind. And with the beginnings of her dictatorship came the Gems reverting to their old ways during Era 4. The caste system was reinstated but also reinvented at the same time. Now, it was Black Rutile above everyone else.

As countless Gems were tormented into building a grand statue to their magnanimous leader, a lone Pearl solemnly marched through the throngs of enslaved Gems under the orders of Emerald, until she was brought before Black Rutile, who was sitting on a throne as black as her body & her heart while the shattered remains of all who opposed her hanged above her in one big bubble.

"My Rutile, I come with the most glorious of tidings." Emerald decreed as she shoved Volleyball forward. "We have succeeded in terminating the resistance, but I feel you'd find particular interest in shattering their leader yourself."

"Ah yes, Pink Diamond's little Pearl." Black Rutile snickered as she descended from her throne to meet Volleyball. "Who would've guessed a submissive little slave would try to start a revolution? Well, anything to say?"

Volleyball, however, was too terrified to speak, having just witnessed her fellow rebels being shattered before her eye and now faced with the thought of being destroyed herself.

"What's that? No grand speech about how hope will live on or that there will be others like you that will rise against me?" Black Rutile asked rhetorically. "Oh please, I've destroyed every last threat to my power on both this planet and the Asteroid Field Formerly Known as Earth." She declared, gesturing towards the shard-filled bubble floating over her throne. "What's another pile of shards to add to the collection?"

With that, Black Rutile extracted her bowie knife from her gem and used it to jab Volleyball in hers, ending her life within mere seconds.

"So ends the legacy of Pink Diamond." Black Rutile purred as she collected the Pearl's shards in a bubble. "A real shame. She had so much potential and wasted it on being a total brat and threatening her own kind."

She then returned to her throne, where she lifted the bubble towards the bigger bubble, and the two merged. Now Volleyball's remains joined the tons of Gems that Black Rutile had heartlessly shattered. Ruby, Sapphire, Amethyst, Pearl, Peridot, Lapis, Bismuth, Hessonite, Citrine, Spinel, the Diamonds, all nothing more than shards. But her proudest achievement was the small gathering of pink dust that was once Steven Universe.

Returning to the present day, Steven was left utterly aghast at this possible future, but it made his resolve to stop Black Rutile even stronger. "We have to keep this future from happening!" he declared. "All we need to do is gather up an army of our own!"

"I'll call Connie and see if she's free to save the world again today." Pearl stated as she picked up her phone and started dialing.

"Which Gems do you want me to recruit out of everyone we evacuated?" Garnet asked.

"I don't know, just pick anyone!" Steven exclaimed.

"That's the Steven we know and love!" Amethyst replied, cheerfully giving Steven a noogie when she came to a realization. "Hey wait, if Black Rutile is gathering up Gems that have a beef with us, then what would you think if she tried recruiting Jasper?"

"Y'know, Jasper did say she was eager to fight again." Steven agreed with the little Quartz. "Maybe we should try and get to her first."

"I'm not sure Steven." Pearl said as she got off the phone with Connie. "Besides, I don't think Jasper would ever want to side with us."

"Black Rutile has gathered as much information as possible on all of us, and Jasper has likely been given the same treatment." Squaridot stated. "So it's just as likely that she'll try and ensnare Jasper to her side."

"We have to get to Jasper before Black Rutile does!" Steven hurriedly declared before turning to the Warp Pad behind him. "Gotta go, I'll be back soon!"

As Steven left for the forest via Warp Pad, the other Gems just gazed at the pad where he once stood.

"Good luck Steven." Pearl muttered before turning to Lion. "Go fetch Connie, okay?"

Lion nodded obediently and let out a roar, creating a portal that he leaped through to get to Connie.

Meanwhile, deep within the woods of Beach City, Jasper had been watching all that was going on in Little Homeworld from on top of her cave. As she watched smoke billow from afar, she couldn't help but feel that Steven brought this upon himself for enforcing peace for all Gems.

"He could've just ended colonization and leave it at that, but no!" Jasper muttered to herself while leaping down to the entrance of her cave. "He had to make them all into peace-loving weaklings!"

"Couldn't agree more." Jasper heard a familiar voice concur with her opinion. When the orange Gem turned around, she discovered Black Rutile leaning on a nearby tree with Aquamarine standing on a branch above her. "Jasper, correct? I don't think we got properly introduced to each other."

"If you're here for another interview, then forget it!" Jasper bellowed at Black Rutile before bringing her attention to Aquamarine. "And I see you got that little brat with you too."

"You are indeed correct Jasper." Aquamarine declared. "In fact, I'm not the only one who she recruited because of how dissatisfied I am with Era 3. Many Gems have been rallied by my master here to rebel against Steven's oppression and create a utopia."

"Are you sure about that?" Jasper asked with an eyebrow raised. "Sounds to me like you're starting some kind of cult?"

"A cult?! Stuff and nonsense!" Black Rutile assured the quartz. "We are simply fighting for our rights! Would you like to join us?"

"Jasper, don't!" Steven exclaimed as he rushed to the cave, where he saw Jasper standing with Black Rutile. "Please, you have to listen, Black Rutile is not to be trusted!"

"Don't you dare listen to him!" Black Rutile insisted. "He's the son of Pink Diamond, and it's both their faults you went from mighty Gem warrior to a lonely shell of your former self! Don't you see, you could finally get your revenge on Pink!"

"Revenge on my Diamond?" Jasper growled. "Fat chance! Why would I ally with some low-ranking Rutile just because she hates Pink like almost every Gem on this planet?! I'd rather be a peace-loving weakling than one of your lackeys!"

"Low-ranking?!" Black Rutile argued. "I'll have you know Jasper, I was one of a kind among Gems of my type because I worked my hardest to receive White Diamond's highest honors and join the upper-class of her court! You're just a mere Jasper who probably didn't even know Pink in person for the selfish, bratty sociopath she w-"

Before the Rutile could finish, Jasper summoned her crash helmet and sent her flying out of the forest with a single headbutt. "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU ROTTEN QUARTZ!" Black Rutile cursed Jasper. "YOU JANKING CLOD!"

As Aquamarine chased after the flying Rutile, Jasper turned to Steven with a grumpy look in her eyes. In contrast, the starry-eyed Steven squealed excitedly while staring at Jasper. "Quit looking at me like that." Jasper snarled. "Let me guess, you want to recruit me too?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Steven declared eagerly.

"Yes indeed, my Ministry of Maliciousness shall soon destroy the United Defenders of the World and conquer the world at last!" a weirdly animated mad scientist with three circles arranged in a triangle decorating his bald head declared as he gestured to his fellow supervillains. Amethyst was watching this happen on television with some of the other Gems in Steven's room.

"Apex Predator!" A muscular man decorated in animal skins fired his highly advanced hunting rifle at nothing in particular.

"Electric Ellen!" A young woman in a black suit with lightning bolt patterns demonstrated her powers for the other villains.

"Automato!" A bronze robot with green optics simply stood by his seat at the table of criminals, his soulless eyes unblinking.

"Scare Master!" A large man in a monster costume that continuously leaked hallucinogenic gas and wearing a yellow ring let out a ghoulish laugh.

"The Unidentified Felonious Extraterrestial!" A cybernetic insectoid alien made a shrieking noise, exposing the smaller head in its mouth.

"And of course, your illustrious leader!" the scientist introduced himself. "The world's greatest criminal mind, Professor Poindexter, Ph.D.!"

"Uh, why are we watching this show?" Zuli asked Amethyst while she sat next to Lapis.

"This is what our current sitch reminds me of!" Amethyst explained. "Mangolin's archenemy Professor Poindexter gathers up each of the United Defenders of the Globe's enemies to form, like, a team of supervillains!"

"Why is the animation so lazy?" Peridot wondered as she leaned on Biggs Jasper.

"It was the 70s, limited budget." Amethyst said. "Ooh wait, here comes Mangolin!"

The cartoon then changed scenes from the Ministry of Maliciousness to the United Defenders of the World, which included Mangolin, Uber-Chap, Battle Goddess, Pyro-Nado, Shamrock Cavalier, Gizmo-Chick, and Vincent the Visitor.

"Termite terrors, Defenders!" the pangolin-themed hero Mangolin exclaimed. "Our foe Professor Poindexter has assembled our enemies to destroy us once and for all! We must do something!"

"They just explained that to us!" Nephrite said. "What, do they think the viewers are stupid or something?"

Just then, the group of Gems heard the Warp Pad go off, signaling that Steven has finally returned.

"Hey, Steven's back!" Teal Zircon exclaimed before racing down the stairs to see her half-human friend again, and this time she was in for a surprise. "Hey Jasper, remember me? Your new best friend?"

"I regret this decision already." Jasper cringed at having to ally with Teal as the other Gems came back downstairs. "Oh look, a whole menagerie of useless clods! Why even bring them all together when I can just take Black Rutile's forces on myself?"

"Jasper, no need to brag about your strength." Lapis said to the more muscular Gem. "This is serious, the whole planet is at stake here!"

"And I should care because?" Jasper snarled in disagreement.

"Um, this is your Diamond's planet?" an exasperated Pearl replied. "Surely you wouldn't want anyone to touch what Pink owned, right?"

"I suggest you don't talk that way to a Gem like her." Rhodonite said to Pearl. "She looks like she could go wild on us at any moment."

"Just calm down everyone." Fluorite advised calmly. "I know we're all stressed because of our current situation, but let's not start arguing."

"And who are all of these?" Jasper asked as she gestured to the Off-Colors, Hessonite & Squaridot, Zuli, Snowflake Obsidian, Little Larimar, Nephrite, Topaz, and Biggs Jasper. "I suppose they're all from that stupid school of yours?"

"Well, most of them are." Steven pointed out. "And maybe when this is all over, you could finally give Little Homeschool a chan-"

"Pass." Jasper coldly declared. "Shouldn't we be getting ready to fight right now?"

"Jasper's right." Bismuth agreed. "We're all in this together, for Earth."

And right on cue, Lion finally returned with Connie on his back, her sword at the ready. "How convenient that I finished most of my work in time for another chance at saving the world!" Connie stated as she dismounted from Lion and hugged Steven. "So, who are we fighting?"

"Come with us to Little Homeworld, I'll show you." Steven answered before he began to walk towards the Warp Pad. "Gems, let's get a move on."

And so, the Crystal Gems and all their assorted allies marched towards the Warp Pad, ready to take back Little Homeworld from Black Rutile's rebels and defend the planet once more. When Steven spread out his arms, off they all went in a beam of light.

"Ugh, I'm so bored!" Eyeball complained, pacing around while the rest of the alliance mindlessly caused more damage to Little Homeworld out of complete boredom. "I suppose they finally realized they were stupid to stop us and skipped Earth without telling?"

"Patience Ruby." Aquamarine advised her fusion partner. "They should be coming soon."

"What makes you so sure?" White Topaz asked Aquamarine as she revealed her weapon, a pair of brass knuckles.

"Steven came running for Jasper thinking she can join his side." The little blue Gem answered. "What an idiot, am I right?!"

Suddenly, Aquamarine was in for a scare as Little Homeworld's Warp Pad activated from right behind her, and on it were the Crystal Gems.

"Okay Black Rutile, we're here." Steven declared with Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, Connie, Lion, Peridot, Lapis, Bismuth, Jasper, Hessonite, Squaridot, Lars, the Off-Colors, TZ, Zuli, Topaz, Snowflake, Larimar, Biggs, and Nephrite behind him. "All of us!"

"Oh, you finally showed up! Good timing." Black Rutile sarcastically applauded her foes. "And I see you got a little rag-tag bunch of over-eager losers by your side too."

"Hey 2F8D, so this is what you've been up to." 1J9G cattily greeted her ex-partner. "Being a pacifist baby and letting yourself be Steven's slave."

"I'm not a slave, neither to him or you!" Zuli yelled at 1J9G. "I came to Little Homeworld not just to learn how to appreciate Earth, but to learn how to make actual friends! Not be submissive to overly-controlling jerks!"

"I thought I could trust you Aquamarine!" Topaz went next. "I thought you changed by meeting that Ruby and fusing with her, but now I see you'll always be the same little monster you always are!"

"Oh stop Topaz, you're too kind!" Aquamarine said to her former Topaz.

"Crystal Gems, assemble!" Garnet bravely pointed forward to prepare for one last attack, but Steven stopped her.

"Wait!" Steven exclaimed. "Before we all get into one big fight, I want to know. Why do you hate me in particular? Outside of Era 3, I mean."

"You really want to know?" Black Rutile replied. "Well, allow me to put this in the only way you'll probably understand." She turned to White Topaz while fetching some kind of device from her gem. "Music please."

White Topaz turned the device on and music began to play, cuing Black Rutile to start a song. "When one era ends, another begins. It's such a big change for all us Gems." She sang. "But some aren't new fans of the old ways, and prefer to look back on the old days. But I on the other hand got a chance, to make this the Crystal Gems' last dance. And now I pray through endless days, to finally get rid of you."

"Is she singing?" Lars gasped at the musical number that just began as drum music kicked in. "Did she have a machine made for that purpose?"

"When I first emerged for my Diamond, White the master tactician!" Black Rutile began telling her origins through holograms on her visor, showing a just-emerged Rutile in a Kindergarten standing before White Diamond. "She revealed to me in secret signs, the markings of a great Gem! And she was indeed no clod, could reduce entire armies to sod! And all the fools that dared cross her, she'd just shrug and then shatter!"

"I studied well, got my tools of the trade, always got nothing but an A-grade!" After Black Rutile did away with the hologram showing her emergence, she started revealing the hard work she did to gain her high status among White Diamond's subjects. "But then he walked in and called himself Pinky, soon everyone got down to one knee." A stylized version of Steven's first arrival on Homeworld came next, and the stylized Black Rutile wasn't very pleased. "What never died was my ambition, and my keen intuition. Both of them gave me a complex, and made me want to rule the universe."

As the song went on, Steven began learning more about the consequences of his actions and how much Black Rutile truly despised him. "Every glimmer from your smile makes me want to puke!" his new foe complained. "Who to slay, who's the one, who's to doom? You know the only one would be my new archenemy, Steven U!"

With that, the chorus soon began with Black Rutile's minions joining in, sans White Topaz. "Wither the rose! Growing shadows! Sow a world of chaos!" the seven Gems sang in harmony. "Wither the rose! Only highs, no lows! In a world of chaos!"

"Is this the time for a song?" Connie asked. "Why don't we just attack them while they're singing?"

"Black Rutile is going to put on an admittedly wonderful song!" Padparadscha exclaimed.

"Ha!" Black Rutile laughed as the musical break reaches its end before turning to her Cluster Gems, cyborg Cactus Stevens and Light Warriors. "Come on minions, hurry along, this little school will soon be gone!" she commanded them before hugging herself in excitement. "I could squeeze myself with glee! Next the Diamonds and then this galaxy! I would really stop at nothing, shattering, treachery and lies! Whatever it takes to reign supreme, you really can't blame me for trying."

The tune soon began to reach its climax. "Wither the rose! Growing shadows! Sow a world of chaos! Wither the rose! Don't you doze!"

"We shall restore Homeworld's true order!" Aquamarine soon joined in.

"Vengeance will soon finally be ours!" Eyeball added sadistically.

"Saying sorry just won't cut it!" Emerald chorused.

"Dismantling the new superpowers!" Lapis 1J9G stated.

"Armies rampaging across the stars!" Demantoid declared.

"Covered in so many scars!" Pyrope boomed.

"Nothing but eternal war," Black Rutile concluded. "Join us as we make our own colony!"

"Genocide, slaughtering, jingoism, in enemy blood we shall wade!” The seven Gems announced. "Homeworld Gems come celebrate, as we make this bratty starlight fade!"

The song finally ended and the alliance of hatred took a bow before Black Rutile changed her knife into a broadsword with a massive blade and a tiny handle. "Now that we explained everything," she stated before pointing her sword forward. "CHARGE!"

The two sides finally clashed at Little Homeworld for the fate of Earth. Lapis & Zuli took to the skies against 1J9G, Pyrope & Demantoid led an unwilling Light Army, Emerald sped forth to personally confront Lars, and Black Rutile, White Topaz, Aquamarine & Eyeball personally confronted Steven, Garnet, Amethyst & Pearl.

"Fire!" Demantoid commanded some Light Warriors bearing laser cannons to shoot at Teal Zircon & Nephrite, but Jasper and Topaz were there to shield her from the blasts. "You!"

"You saved me!" TZ exclaimed. "Guess you really do think of me as your best friend, dontcha Jasp?"

"No, I still find you one of the most annoying beings I've ever met." Jasper replied. "But still, better to side with someone as irritating as you."

"I thought we were all friends!" 1J9G exclaimed as she clashed her water with Lapis and Zuli's. "I only joined these guys just so I could get you back!"

"Why would we ever take you back?!" Lapis stated.

"When we ran into 3E8C after years, she showed me that she and Steven were the best of friends!" Zuli added. "Not an overly controlling jerk who refuses to let me have fun!"

"See what she means?!" 1J9G said. "He's brainwashed all of you!" The only response she got was a punch to the face from Zuli.

Down below, Lars and Connie sparred against Emerald. "Don't think Steven will be there to save you today!" Emerald taunted, snapping her fingers and revealing electric powers to fight with. "He'll just throw you away, just like how Pink always threw everything away!"

"Sheesh, sins of the mother much?" Lars dryly commented.

"Steven is nothing like that!" Connie argued. "If you knew him, you'd know he's the sweetest, most caring guy you could ever meet!"

"Oh blah blah blah, I get it, he's too pure for this universe and he must be protected at all costs!" Emerald said. "Black Rutile has shown me what he truly is like."

Finally, the Crystal Gems battled with Black Rutile and her three most loyal followers. Garnet went up against White Topaz, Amethyst vs Eyeball, Pearl vs Aquamarine, and finally Steven vs Black Rutile.

"Why are you doing this?!" Steven asked Black Rutile while in utter denial. "I brought peace to the galaxy, I ended the Diamonds' oppression!"

"And stripped all Gems of their livelihoods in the process." Black Rutile coldly replied as her sword clashed with Steven's shield. "Look around you kid, these Gems came to my side because they have no status, no allies, no power over others! And now, they come to Earth for retribution against you!"

"But this still isn't right!" Steven claimed. "I understand that some may not be comfortable with what I've done, but that doesn't excuse you for all this."

"Kinda like how you excused the Diamonds for all they did just because they were sad, or something stupid like that." Black Rutile insulted.

"That's because they were!" Steven exclaimed. "They were in mourning!"

"Mourning the so-called death of an annoying brat I had the displeasure of sharing a planet with!" Black Rutile yelled as she began fighting in a way that resembled capoeira and gymnastics. "This all could've been avoided if you just put your enemies out of their misery, or at least punished them, rather than just excusing them with a stupid song and acting like everything was just water under the bridge!"

"You're thinking of retributive justice, where the offender did something wrong and the punishment is just as severe in exchange." Steven replied. "We Crystal Gems practice restorative justice, where we actually talk to the offenders and try to see how we can help them without using lethal force."

"Well, whatever you're talking about, you can call me a proud supporter of retributive justice." Black Rutile declared herself. "As in, me and my pals are seeking retribution against you and your posse for what you did to our society, and will do so by any means necessary. Because you think everything can just bend to your will if you just make everyone around you cry?! You really are no better than Pink!"

"Well, I'm trying to be better than my mom, both Pink Diamond, and Rose Quartz." Steven responded, blocking another attack from Black Rutile. "But I'm pretty sure they'd both find a sociopath like you beyond saving."

"Me, a sociopath?! You barely even know me!" Black Rutile yelled before bunting Steven's shield away when he tried to throw it. "Well, you're certainly right on me being a bit selfish, but look at you. I mean, you've made excuses for murderers, bigots, and toxic friends, yet anyone who's just doing what they're made to do is instantly made a pariah just because they don't like you and your dumb little sidekicks!"

Behind Black Rutile's back, however, her alliance was slowly beginning to fall apart, yet she didn't seem to care. Hessonite, Peridot, Biggs, and Squaridot hid behind a wall to avoid the Light Warriors' attacks.

"Got a plan, you guys?" Biggs asked the other three Gems.

"I have." Hessonite replied. "The Peridots shall distract them by taking control of Demantoid's limb enhancers while I swoop in and steal back the Light Prisms! Then perhaps we can turn the Light Army on them."

"I'll see what I can do." Peridot stated, but then Squaridot put a green hand on her shoulder.

"No, allow me." Squaridot stated before using her ferrokinetic powers to meddle with Demantoid's limb enhancers.

"No no, not again!" Demantoid yelled as she was dumped out of her mech, and the Light Prism she was holding hostage fell out with her only to be caught by Hessonite at rapid speed. "My Prism!"

"Demantoid you child, you could've just fought back instead of letting yourself get defeated!" Pyrope said, unaware that her Prism was stolen as well. "Wait, what?"

As Hessonite returned to Peridot and Squaridot with the Light Prisms in hand, the Light Warriors dropped their current activities and began to surround the three Gems peacefully. "Now that you know who's really in charge here," Hessonite bragged before she pointed at her fellow Garnets. "FIRE!"

"No, it can't be!" Pyrope squealed in utter defeat as the Light Warriors pointed their weapons at her and Demantoid.

"Hold me close Pyrope!" Demantoid added while hugging Pyrope in fear before the Light Warriors charged, attacking the pair and poofing them once and for all.

As for Emerald, she was now getting ganged up on by Lars, Connie, and the Off-Colors, who all took turns using Connie's sword against her. "You're all just humans and Off-Color Gems!" Emerald screamed as she desperately tried to fight back. "What makes you think you all can stop me?!"

"'Cause we're all more walk than talk!" Lars declared, once again using his musti-yuddha skills to knock Emerald to the ground. "Connie, care to do the honors?"

"With pleasure!" Connie replied, hopping up on Fluorite's head and jumping high into the air before zooming down with her sword pointed directly at Emerald.

"I hate you all." Emerald snarled bitterly before Connie poofed her, ending the threat she possessed to Lars and the Off-Colors.

High up in the air, the battle of the Lapides raged on with 1J9G using vapor from the clouds as makeshift weapons against her former friends.

"We could've stayed together if 3E8C hadn't been dropped on Earth like an idiot!" 1J9G yelled. "I just wanted us to stay friends!"

"Well, if you want to keep your friends," 3E8C stated, forming a massive water hand from a nearby cloud. "then you should act like a friend." The hand grabbed 1J9G and tossed her to the ground, creating a massive crater that caused a building to start falling over, and one piece of sharp rubble was aimed straight at 1J9G's gem.

"So this is it, huh?" 1J9G monologued to herself as death was mere moments away. "I feel like this is karma for being a horrible friend like they keep calling me. In that case, I'm sorry. Maybe somewhere else, we could've stayed together."

As 1J9G accepted her demise, the rubble was punched out of the way by a massive silhouette in the dust, and it settled to reveal Jasper as her savior.

"Get up you!" Jasper roared at the Lapis.

"But, we're on different sides!" 1J9G exclaimed. "Why did you save me?"

"It's what a certain someone would've done, but he's too busy at the moment." Jasper replied. "Plus, I know what it's like to be alone too."

"Oh look, that Jasper is becoming just like you!" Black Rutile yelled as she watched her alliance break up. "But then again, they set themselves up for this the moment I recruited them all, so what are you gonna do?"

"But still, we're fighting a losing battle!" White Topaz advised her Rutile. "What do we do now?"

"I think I know." Black Rutile smirked before snapping her fingers at one of her surviving allies. "Aquamarine, grab the boy and take him to the nearest mountain!"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Aquamarine purred before she grabbed Steven with her wand and began flying off, with Eyeball also in tow, and Black Rutile & White Topaz on a mini-hovercraft. "Oh, where will you be without your precious little abomination?!"

"Steven!" the Crystal Gems all yelled.

"Topaz, subdue the Lapises!" Black Rutile then commanded White Topaz, who gave a shaky nod before leaping up and grabbing Lapis & Zuli, followed by pinning them to the ground.

"Don't worry guys, I got this!" Connie said before mounting on Lion and riding off after Aquamarine.

"The only one who should defeat him is me." Jasper said as Connie fled, right before following the human. "Wait up girl!"

At the mountain, Steven was dropped by Aquamarine at the highest cliff, where Black Rutile stood by with a boulder next to her and White Topaz.

"What do you want now Black Rutile?" Steven asked as he got up to face the evil Rutile.

"Simple, toss you over the edge and throw a boulder to crush you to death, since you can fly apparently." Black Rutile declared. "I've been waiting for ages to destroy Pink Diamond, and you, my little friend, are just the thing to satisfy my vendetta."

"But why do you hate Pink so much?" Steven exclaimed. "Let me guess, she treated you like trash just like almost every other Gem I've faced?"

"No, she didn't treat me like trash!" Black Rutile answered. "She treated everyone around her like trash, yet the Diamonds almost always let her get away with everything! And here you are forcing Gems against their will to change their very way of living! Hey, at least you didn't fake your death to recklessly endanger the lives of others, because I'm going to endanger yours!"

Black Rutile then picked up Steven by his shirt collar and walked to the edge of the cliff, where she dangled him over such dangerously high heights. "You know what's ironic?" she smiled cheerfully before it turned to a hateful scowl. "You're able to get humans and Gems to get along, yet you're neither of them yourself."

With that, Black Rutile released her grip on Steven's shirt and he began falling from the cliff, followed shortly by White Topaz tossing a boulder that fell right above him. "NO HARD FEELINGS!" she yelled.

"So this is how I'll die, falling to my death off a cliff while a boulder is going to crush me." Steven realized as he fell to his doom. "Maybe Black Rutile's right. Maybe this is punishment for only thinking of myself all the time, and never taking others' feelings into account. Punishment for letting all these enemies run free instead of punishing them. Punishment for being an awful person in general."

However, just as Steven shut his eyes, accepted his demise, and did not even use any of his powers to escape, a voice cried out to him. "STEVEN!"

"Connie?" Steven exclaimed as she warped in via Lion's portal and reach out to him. "Don't worry, I'm with you till the end of the line! Just grab my hand!"

Steven gave a big smile, realizing that even with all his faults there were still people looking out for him, and took Connie's hand, causing the two to merge into a mass of light.

"Well, that should take care of him." Black Rutile declared, dusting off her hands and beginning to walk away. "Come along you three, let's go reawaken the Cluster and wipe this planet off the face of this universe for good."

"Uh, my Rutile?" White Topaz said while she, Aquamarine, and Eyeball gazed over the edge of the cliff to discover a pink light rapidly approaching them. "I think Steven is….not dead."

"Wait, seriously?!" Black Rutile yelled before Stevonnie leaped up the mountain and onto the cliff where the four enemy Gems stood. "You fused with a human?!"

"Bet you didn't see that coming!" Stevonnie declared as they swung their sword to try and poof Aquamarine, but she swiftly dodged and fused with Eyeball to form Bluebird Azurite.

"Of course I knew you can fuse with humans kid, it was in my data!" Black Rutile exclaimed before turning to White Topaz staring in amazement at the fusion. "Topaz, fuse with me!"

"Wait, we get to fuse too?!" White Topaz giddily exclaimed. "Eee, I can't wait, we've been practicing for so long!"

"Just shut up already." Black Rutile snarled before extending her hand. "Now, may I have this dance?"

"Gladly." White Topaz responded, taking her superior's hand before they began dancing the tango, their gems glowing as they danced until they formed into a giant light that resulted in a new, much larger fusion with four eyes & arms, spiky hair that went down to her back, a black-and-grey uniform and Black Rutile's white cape.

"BEHOLD FOOLISH LESSER BEINGS!" the new fusion bombastically declared. "THE GODLIKE SUPERIORITY OF THE MIGHTY LEPIDOLITE!"

"One fusion against two fusions." Stevonnie muttered. "Have to admit, those aren't very good odds."

"You bet." Jasper declared, zooming up the mountain to stand by Stevonnie's side and pounding her fists together. "For them!"

"You followed us?" Stevonnie asked Jasper.

"I don't like the Crystal Gems, but I hate them just as much." Jasper explained roughly. "Now come on, let's finish this!"

"Oh, a fair game, I see!" Lepidolite asked as she summoned two pairs of claws on each pair of her hands that extended from her knuckles while Bluebird summoned her ice cutlass. "Well, game on!"

Lepidolite clashed her claws with Stevonnie's sword while Jasper grabbed Bluebird in her massive hand and smashed her face into the rock face. However, despite Lepidolite being surprisingly evenly matched with Stevonnie, there was one thing they had that she lacked. Control over the fusion itself.

"So you can fuse with humans?!" White Topaz exclaimed cheerfully while Lepidolite slashed at Stevonnie before she switched to Black Rutile. "Did you even listen to Aquamarine's report, why are you acting like this is so new to you?!" Black Rutile yelled. "Why do you always have to be so dense?!"

"This is almost like Malachite." Stevonnie compared the abusive control Black Rutile had over White Topaz to the strained but peaceful relationship between Lapis and Jasper. "Listen, why can't you just work together?!"

"Because she's a completely moronic clod!" Black Rutile yelled through Lepidolite.

"Even if she treats me like trash, she's still my boss!" White Topaz added. "After all, isn't that what master/servant relationships are kinda like?"

"Master, don't!" Bluebird yelled as Jasper kept beating her up. "You're going to make them do some speech about the stupid power of friendship or something!"

"Well, you want us to work together?!" Lepidolite said, now no longer personified through Black Rutile and White Topaz's arguing. "Then work together we shall!"

Lepidolite then grabbed Stevonnie by their arms and once again threw them over the edge of the cliff before walking off to assist Bluebird. But just like when Steven was tossed over the cliff, things went horribly wrong for them.

Stevonnie reappeared in a massive gust of wind, now bathed in a pink glow and with a furious snarl replacing their confident grin. "Why won't you listen?!" they yelled, lunging at Lepidolite and striking their sword straight into her chest. "I'm not the real monster, YOU ARE!"

"No no no no no no!" Lepidolite screamed as Stevonnie's sword cut into her body and striking her straight in Black Rutile's gem, causing the two to ultimately defuse. As the pair of Gems were dropped to the ground, White Topaz laid on her back, utterly stupefied. Black Rutile on the other hand was terrified beyond all recognition, a far cry from the confident mastermind she normally is.

"W-w-who are you!?" Black Rutile shivered in fear of the pink Stevonnie, who now had a psychotic smile on their face. "WHAT ARE YOU?!"

"I'm-" Stevonnie began when they suddenly stopped and gazed at their hands. "I don't know." With that, Stevonnie finally un-fused back into Steven and Connie, just in time for the other Gems to arrive.

"Steven, Connie!" Garnet cried as she, Amethyst, Pearl, Peridot, Bismuth, Hessonite, Lars, Squaridot, and the Light Prisms were carried up the mountain by a massive water elevator created by the trio of Lapides. When they reached the cliff, Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl all rushed to give the two kids a big hug. "What happened?"

"I don't know." Connie replied shakily. "First we fused into Stevonnie to fight Black Rutile, who fused with White Topaz to create this big fusion called Lepidolite, then after we were tossed over a cliff, Stevonnie turned pink and-"

"Wait, pink?" Pearl wondered. "It's just like all those other times Steven lost control! What could it be?"

"That's exactly what I'd like to know too!" the utterly defeated Black Rutile yelled. "What is that, a human thing?"

"Uh, no everyone! Everything's fine!" Steven began lying. "It's just a human thing, but I'm the only one who can do it!"

"Alright, keep your secrets brat." Black Rutile declared before she snapped her fingers again. Getting up from Jasper's beatdown, Bluebird picked up Black Rutile & White Topaz and carried them away. "Your little power fantasy will soon come to an end!" she declared. "And Gems, I'd keep an eye out on that monster if I were you! He could become a bigger threat to Earth than I am!"

As the three Gems got farther away, everybody turned to Steven with nervous looks on their faces.

"Steven, is there anything you need to tell us?" Connie asked her best friend.

"Uh, anyone wanna go out for pizzas?" Steven tried to change the subject, and everyone went silent in response.

"What is this pizza you speak of?" Hessonite piped up.

Later that day, reconstruction of Little Homeworld had quickly begun. With Peridot and Squaridot's help, the Cactus Stevens were now fully organic once more and helped in the repairs, alongside the Light creatures created by George and his sisters.

"Wow George, you, Elaine, and Cosma are one great team!" Steven said to George as they looked upon the Light Army's hard work. George turned to Steven with a confused look on his face. "Oh, I came up with those names for your sisters based on this TV show with a character also named George."

"Hey Steven, the pizzas are here!" Lapis called for Steven.

"Ooh, gotta go you guys!" Steven said before leaving George and his newly named sisters to work. "See you again soon!"

Steven returned to the Little Homeworld Warp Pad, where the Crystal Gems and the Off-Colors were setting up a little picnic with pizza boxes all around. "You see, this is what we need more of." Steven said. "Just us hanging out, no Gem monsters or evil Gems threatening and scarring our lives."

"Are you sure you're okay kid?" 1J9G asked Steven.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Steven replied. "Wait, what are you doing here? Weren't you on Black Rutile's side?"

"That Jasper saved my life because she knew what it was like to be alone, so I'm coming here as gratitude." 1J9G stated. "I came with Black Rutile as 1J9G, and I'll learn to become a better friend as Laz. You like the new name I got?"

"I love it!" Zuli exclaimed happily. "It's so wet!"

"Well, if you say so." Steven said awkwardly before he found Lars and Hessonite collecting the inactive gemstones of Emerald, Pyrope, Demantoid and all the Cluster Gems. "And what are you going to do with those?"

"We'll take the Cluster Gems back to Homeworld." Lars answered before pointing to Emerald and the Garnets. "As for these three, I'm not sure yet."

"They'll be safe with us." Garnet said, taking the three Gems out of the bubble. "And who knows? Maybe they'll become students of Little Homeschool."

"Speaking of which, Squaridot." Hessonite said to her Peridot sidekick. "You said that you were given the chance to come to Little Homeschool before you joined me? You think the offer still stands?"

"You know what?" Squaridot said. "I think I'm gonna stay here. Thank you Hessonite for everything." She then hugged the orange Garnet. "And tell Citrine I said hi if you find her."

As the group all sat down to their victory picnic, many eyes were still on Steven, who paid more attention to his slice of pie.

"Seriously, that boy just ain't right!" Jasper said as she prepared to leave.

"Yo Jasper, have a little more tact!" Amethyst scolded her fellow quartz while turning to Steven. "But what if Black Rutile is right? What if Steven becomes a threat to Earth?"

Steven still didn't pay any attention and kept on eating, but the Gems guessed that he might've been deliberately distracting himself. But why?

Elsewhere, Black Rutile had now touched down deeper in the forest, letting Bluebird Azurite drop her off in front of a cave. "Ah, this should make a good hideout."

"Why can't we just flee on your dropship?" White Topaz asked.

"I'm pretty sure it's been seized by now." Black Rutile said as she sat down on a rock formation, slouching and pressing her fingers together. "Tell me, my friends, what do you think is Steven's greatest weakness?"

"He can't fend for himself!" Aquamarine stated as she and Eyeball un-fused.

"He always has to get his nose in everyone's business." Eyeball remarked, rolling her eye with arms crossed.

"Uh, he's got boatloads of trauma that no one bothers to bring up?" White Topaz asked meekly.

"Correct Topaz, very good for once." Black Rutile congratulated her Topaz. "Now, as you see, he can't deal with his whole worldview changing, since learning there were so many Gems against him shattered everything he almost knew about his actions." She declared. "But what if we did the same, but we turn the humans against him?"

END OF PART 2: GRADUATION

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3: FRAGMENTED MIND

And that was Enemy of my Enemy and Part 2 in general! This was a really long one, filled with ideas that I've had in my head for ages! The whole group of past enemy Gems was inspired primarily by the Evil League of Mutants from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I imagined the bad future to be similar to Deliver Us from Prince of Egypt, and the justice debate was basically the Ship of Theseus scene from WandaVision. And that's not even getting into what I have planned for Part 3, but that's another time for another day. And if the subtitle is any indication, you all know what's coming.

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fireopal-tash · 4 years

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(‼️Just so readers know: I don't hate Pink D, and I won't make her evil or anything like that. But you have to remember that this is mostly Steven's point of view and he doesn't think highly of her, does he?)

Chapter 2

Right inside Steven's house were said boy, the crystal gems, and Greg. Everyone gathered to talk about Steven's new problem.

"Steven, that gem is coming soon" Garnet commented after that long silence as he explained what happened again.

The dark-haired one could only nod, lost in his thoughts. There were so many things he didn't know about the gems and about himself. He couldn't help but wonder if it was something to do with him for being him or his gem. Probably both.

A growl was heard from Amethyst.

"I can't stand this wait anymore. Not even the silence. Is there nothing we can do? Or somewhere where we can get the information we need from?" the purple gem asked in desperation.

"I'm afraid not" Pearl shook her head "Unless, of course, we ask the Diamonds. After all, they are the ones that have been around the longest, and they knew Pink Diamond better than anyone. And chances are this new gem knows her if it's affecting Steven"

Neither of them dared point the obvious mistake. No one knew Pink Diamond. Not really. Then a loud, high-pitched sound echoed through the room. Steven was the first to react.

"It's the Diamonds" he informed immediately.

"What do they want now? I thought you made it clear to them that you didn't want to live in Homeworld" Amethyst said annoyed.

"I know, and I did" Steven looked down, somewhat stressed by everything, "Maybe they just need to make sure I'm okay? And anyway, we already talked about asking them for help"

"Dude, don't try to excuse them from their obvious dependence" admonished the purple gem, sitting up straighter in her seat.

"Amethyst!" Pearl hissed annoyed. It was reminiscent of the old days, something that slightly relaxed the hybrid.

"Anyway, I have to answer, or they will come to Earth personally. And we don't want that" The rest went silent, knowing that he was right.

Once in front of the communicator, Steven activated the Video Call. What surprised him was finding an extra gem right in front of the Diamonds' concerned faces. A pink gem, in poor condition from what he could see, and clearly uncomfortable in that situation. Steven cleared his throat, before speaking.

"Blue, Yellow, White" he said by way of greeting "Who is your new friend?" he winced slightly because it was obvious that they were not exactly friends, but they certainly knew each other, if their expressions were anything to go by. Some fear and worry. Worry he could understand, but fear? That was new.

"It is... a somewhat delicate subject," Blue began, always the one who was most careful when speaking of the three.

"This gem you see in front of you, Spinel, is one of... Pink's gems" Yellow continued, pausing at Her name. It was no secret how much the name of the youngest diamond affected everyone.

Steven nodded slowly, giving himself the freedom to get a better look at the new one. She was certainly pink, but her colors seemed muted, and somehow, her shape was dirty and worn. That didn't bode well with him.

"What happened?" He finally asked the question that everyone knew was the most important. And the root of the problem.

"She was..." Here, Yellow didn't dare continue.

"Abandoned in the Garden they shared for 6000 years at most" White finished for her partner. For once, she looked serious and hurt "One of Pink's precious treasures, left to fend for themselves in the old Garden they shared" Her words sounded almost like whispers, but easy to understand. Disappointed.

That made Steven stop breathing for a few moments, frozen when he discovered another of his mother's mistakes. And what was worse... is that it was a gem that was hers originally, and she left her voluntarily. Not for the actions of others, but her own. And without a good reason, like with Bismuth. Or Volleyball (he knows in that case she didn't have an option). Or the Diamonds. It was her own decision, a selfish decision.

It was somehow even worse, because Spinel must have been conscious all along, being able to return to Homeworld now. Speaking of which...

"Spinel?" He caught the attention of the gem, apparently lost in her thoughts, gently so as not to scare her. He didn't want her to think that he was just like his mother, after all "Could you tell me why you decided to show up now?"

Seeing her tense, Steven couldn't help but wonder if, perhaps, she misunderstood his question. He didn't even want to know what she was thinking. Then, unexpectedly, he heard her voice. Soft, and with a particular accent that made it part of her charm.

"I received your message" was her reply.

A frown appeared on the hybrid's forehead, trying to find out what she was talking about, when he remembered the broadcast he had made with the other Diamonds a few hours ago. "Then she heard everything about that..." he thought "but now the question is: does she thinks I'm Pink Diamond? I hope not"

"That's good" he smiled sincerely "I'm glad it got to you. Otherwise..." No one dared to finish that sentence.

"Spinel" he called her name again. Why did he want to say it again?

He was sure that was the same gem that Garnet spoke of. Although, she had believed that the pink gem would appear alone and on Earth. Well, the boy thought, this is better than nothing, or worse, another attempt to kill me and my family. And Earth. "Spinel," he repeated, taking more control of his body and emotions "Since you are new, and you are probably confused, I invite you to Earth to help you better acclimatize to this new Era"

He smiled at her again. She never returned any of his smiles. It was heartbreaking, but Steven had faith. He knew he could help her, just like with the others. And... he felt responsible, not only for the damage his mother caused, but because he was the one who made her take this new step. A step towards freedom. Spinel deserved that and more, after waiting who knows for how long in that garden the Diamonds mentioned.

"White, Yellow, Blue" He looked them in the eyes, grateful and wanting them to know that he was saying it from his heart "Thank you. Thanks for letting me know. I will personally take care of her safety and health” he promised. It was the least he could do.

"No problem, Steven" Blue turned her gaze slightly to the little gem in front of her, a look full of sorro " I trust you take good care of her.

Blue was certainly, or turned, the most compassionate of the three.

After saying goodbye and promising to come find Spinel himself, the young diamond switched off the communicator. He was exhausted. More than exhausted. He wasn't sure how much longer he could handle Pink's continual mistakes. He sighed heavily. It was going to be a long day and it hadn't even started yet.

To be continued...

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Its nice to have a friend Spencer Reid x reader

So this is a Spencer Reid song fic based on its nice to have a friend by Taylor swift. and I saw someone else to a songfic based on this song for another character and i felt inspired. there’s mention of bullying and divorce but other than that just a fluffy fic.

Mostly gender neutral reader x Spencer but at one point the reader wears a dress

School bell rings, walk me home

Sidewalk chalk covered in snow

Lost my gloves, you give me one

"Wanna hang out?"

School was finally over as the bell rang signaling the end of the day my teacher said something but I didn't hear her. No, I'm too excited to get home. It's the first day of winter break and I couldn't be more excited. I didn't really see the point of kindergarten and most of the kids are mean.

Anyways my mommy lets me walk home by myself alot of the bigger kids do and it's only a 10 minute walk to my house. I finally stop running just outside of the school yard where a lot of the kids color and draw on the sidewalk too icy to do it now which reminds me i'm not supposed to run because I could get hurt.

As I look up to continue my walk home I see a kinda frail looking boy with crooked teeth and glasses too big for his face, ah Spencer he's not in my class with me but I know him cause a lot of the kids tease him and hide his stuff. I don't really know why but my parents say if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all. Besides, I don't know why they do it all he really does is sit by himself and read.

He doesn't have any gloves on or a hat and it's snowing and I'm cold with my gloves and coat so I know he is too, maybe he doesn't have any. It's not really common to snow in Las Vegas but it's probably because the kids hid them from him. I run up to catch up with him. It's not that hard, he's not exactly moving fast, he doesn't seem really excited to get home, maybe he doesn't have anything to do.

“Here take one of mine” I hold out one of my gloves to him so at least only one of his hands will be cold. He looks at me like he's expecting me to tease him or snatch the glove away at the last second but I guess he deems me trust worthy enough and takes it putting it on his furthest hand.

“t-thanks i’m s-spencer”

“I know i’m y/n you lost your gloves right?” I know the kids took them but I don't want him to feel any worse about it.

“Yeah I did thanks” he still looks really cold so I grab his hand closest to me and try to interlock our fingers so both his hands will be warm. He kinda flinches at first but then seems to accept that I'm not gonna hurt him.

“So you won't be cold Spencer”

We walk for maybe a minute in silence before I get another idea

“Wanna hang out?”

Video games, you pass me a note

Sleeping in tents

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

I'm now i'm second grade and Spencer is in third and ever since that day we've been best friends and do practically everything together and this is the first year without him in my grade and I miss him a lot but we still hang out everyday after school.

“C’mon Spencer it won't be bad I promise my parents are right inside and if you want to go you can but could you please try it”.

I'm referring to spending the night in a tent in my backyard.Sleepovers were a common thing for Spencer and I especially with his dad having left I think that's why he likes being over so much it lets him forget for a little while.Earlier this week I learned Spencer had never been camping due to his thing with germs but after a lot of begging and secret planning on my part he agreed “okay y/n but if I don't like it we can go in?”

I nod happily and lead him to the backyard where everyday after school I've been cleaning it and setting up a campsite in the cleanest way possible. “Did you know that 77 million american households contain a member that camps and 81% of households in America say they want to camp more?”

“No, I didn't Spence, do you have any more statistics about camping for me?’ this is one thing I love about him he can tell you something about any subject you ask him it's because of his Eidetic memory.He found out he had last year and its super cool he can remember and fact I wish I had his memory some times.

I open the tent to reveal an air mattress with a bunch of blankets and some comic books my mommy bought earlier. It's not the big books like he likes to read but it's Marvel comics that I introduced him to a few months ago and we've been reading them together ever since.

“w-wow y/n this is so cool, did you know the hulk was supposed to be grey in the original comics but was changed to green after a mess up with printer ink?”

“No but i'd love to hear more comic facts”

He deserves someone to listen to him after everything with his parents and all the kids at school bullying him. I don't want him to ever feel alone.

Light pink sky up on the roof

Sun sinks down, no curfew

Twenty questions, we tell the truth

You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too

Something gave you the nerve

To touch my hand

It's amazing how two people who are in such different places in their lives can still love each other so much while Spencer is the only 16 year old I know with 2 phds working on another i'm still in highschool. Not from lack of hard work though i’m graduating this year 2 years early so I can go to cal tech to be with Spencer. If i'm being perfectly honest if not for Spencer I wouldn't be graduating early but I miss him too much to stay any longer. I'm sick of highschool boyfriends and football games and dealing with the same kids who bullied Spencer for being a nerd acting like we’re best friends just because I made nice with them.

Right now were on the roof of my house after a lot of convincing on my part to get him out here

“Why are we out here y/n do you know how many roof related accidents happen a year?”

“No but I'm sure you do dr.” I think my favorite pastime of recent is teasing Spencer.

He's saying something to me as I nod along but I'm not paying attention to what he's saying. No, I'm too busy staring at him.

He's really grown into his features he still has a boyish look about him but now his jawline is very defined and his brown hair goes just past his hair curling at the ends after a long day of hanging out the gel has worn out making his hair as messy as ever and he’s traded his glasses for contacts but i still think he looks for lack of better word beautiful either way. I know I love him, I've loved him since the first day I met him and over the years at one point I guess the feelings went from platonic to romantic but I don’t tell him. I don't have to I know i'll spend the rest of my life with Spencer Reid

“y/n y/n hello”

“Hmm, what were you saying Spence?”

“I-i’m sorry am i boring you y/n?” the worst part is he's not mad about it he looks upset like he feels bad for boring me.

“No never, i'm sorry I was just thinking”

“About what?”

“You” why did I say that but it's fine it has to be Spencer won't care but I don't want to see his reaction to my words instead focusing on the pink orange sky

“You know I love you right that i'll always love you”

I feel him grasp my hand interlocking our fingers and I let out a quiet gasp-but he heard it. We've only held hands twice our whole lives the first day I met him and after the goal post incident so this is well, completely out of character for him and our friendship.

“I love you too y/n”

Church bells ring, carry me home

Rice on the ground looks like snow

Call my bluff, call you "babe"

Have my back, yeah, everyday

Feels like home, stay in bed

The whole weekend

They call us stupid-young and dumb-that well be divorced in 10 years but we love each other and known each other our whole lives hes just been accepted into the BAU at 20 he has to move to Quantico. I'm gonna go with him I can get a job i've finished my degree there's nothing keeping me here.

“Let's get married”

“What?” it's rare that I make him speechless but this seems to do the trick.

“Why don't I love you and you love me. We've been dating for how many years now 4? I want to spend the rest of my life with you i've known that I wanted you in my life since that first day on the sidewalk I want to grow old with you and have kids and grand kids so why wait let's get married” I look up at him silently pleading with him to just agree with me.

“y/n 45% of marriages end in divorce and 20% of couples under 24 get divorced in the first year of marriage”. He’s cautious I don't blame him not after what happened with his mom and dad.

“Well this is one time i'm going to ask you not to trust the statistics. I may not know all the facts about marriage and life but i know us and i'd like to think that's enough. I don't want anything big just us we can go down to the courthouse and make it official”

He moves over to the couch where i'm sitting and grabs my hand “yes”

It wasn't anything big, him in the only suit he owns and me in a dime store wedding dress. The rings we have are cheap and the diamond in my hand may have been small but it means everything to me.

We didn't even tell our parents why his mom is institutionalized, his dad left and my parents don't approve of me leaving for Quantico instead its Spencer and I with 5 of our college friends. We both walk out of the courthouse as they throw rice at us-unnecessary but sweet of them-and get into his car driving off to go home. We aren't having a honeymoon unless you count moving to Quantico.

He picks me up and carries me through the threshold of the apartment as he sets me down I ask “can we do our vows I know we both agreed not to prepare anything don't worry I didn’t I just want to tell you some things and you don't even have to say anything back I just need to say it. Spencer I just want you to know how incredibly proud I am of you and all you’ve acomplised and overcome even the first time I saw you I could tell we were gonna be friends.I am just so thankful to have you here right now and for sticking with me through all of the chess matches and late night adventure and stupid boyfriends and what I guess i’m trying to say is thank you for always being you I love you.”

I look at him with tears in my eyes and with tears in his eyes too and he clears his throat “ y/n I will never be able to express how you have helped me over the years from school yard bullies to cal tech and my mom.And I know i'm not the best with words i'm better with analysis and fact but there is no fact or statistic that will let me describe how i'm love with you I am” I put one hand on the side of his face and pull him in for a kiss.

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

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My Kid Punched His Kid |5|

Single Dad!Teacher!Ben Hardy x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: A playground fight between two 8-year-olds bring together 2 lonely single parents.

In This Chapter: CUTE/ROMANCE OVERLOAD, you might have to take a break from how fluffy this is. Our favorite single parents first date. will they continue to have a love hate but mostly hate relationship after it?

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Here’s part 5 everybody!!! I’m so proud of this and really hope you like it. PLEASE COMMENT, I LOVE THE FEEDBACK!

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James lazily strolled into Ben’s bedroom Saturday evening with Frankie by his side, his small feet gliding along the dull white colored carpet as he turned the corner to the bathroom “Dad?” he questions. The man looks down and smiles through the thick layer of shaving cream on his face before lifting the boy onto the counter. He returned his attention to the mirror, praying as he brought the razor to his face, tonight was not the night to cut himself.

“What’s up, mate?” he asks.

“How late are you going to be gone?” James asks between the giggles caused by Frankie licking his toes. Ben turns on the faucet and rises the leftover shaving cream off his face, he looks up and nods approvingly at his smooth skin.

“Not long I promise, just dinner and then I’ll come home. Uncle Gwil is going to put you to bed,” he explains as he helps him off the counter. Ben thinks about his son's tone of voice, did he not want him to go? Is he crying out for attention? Come on parenting! “Do you not want me to go?” he ends up asking.

The boy shakes his head “No I want you to, dad. I promise,” James defends as he climbs onto the bed “Does she want to go out with you?” he jokes.

Ben cocks his head as he grabs his black suit jacket from off the bed “You know she probably doesn’t. I’m surprised she didn’t cancel,” he thinks aloud. That wasn’t a lie, he’d been waiting the entire week for Y/N to cancel on him with a lame excuse or to pick a fight so they’d be too mad at each other to go out.

“Do you like her?”

Ben starts to smile “Yeah, bud. I do, she’s not like other girls at all,” he says happily. “Alright what do we think?” he asks, slowly spinning around to get the stamp of approval. James eagerly nodded and gave him the thumbs up as he lightly bounced on the plush bed. Ben smiles and puts his phone and wallet in his pockets.

“Benny!” Gwil calls from downstairs. Ben runs and grabs his son who already was chanting to see his favorite uncle. “There’s my favorite 8-year-old!” Gwil cheers as the two descended the staircase.

“Remember to cook him actual food, I don’t want his teeth to rot. He’s into coming down to get cereal at 11 so that’s a no. Homework better be done,” Ben counts off all the instructions and puts James down who was whining at the fact it was a Saturday night and he shouldn’t have to do his homework that was due on Monday. Gwil rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets. As if he didn’t know the routine, he mocked his friend and nudged him with his shoulder.

“You’re nervous,” Gwil comments with a wide grin.

“Fuck off. I’m going to be late,” Ben brushes him off and heads for the door, a small bundle of nerves emerges from the pit of his stomach. Maybe he was a little nervous, he felt comfortable around her since he saw her almost every day. But this time there wasn’t a plethora of other parents or their own children, hell even alcohol wasn’t involved this time.

“Whatever you say, Mate. Have a good time,” Gwil laughs and shoos him out the door.

A few blocks away Y/N stood in the middle of her bedroom in her black silk robe as she held up different dresses to her audience of judges; Abby and Sampson. Abby wrapped her arm around the black lab’s large body and shook her head at the simple dark blue dress her mom held up. “I’m running out of dresses Abs,” Y/N sighs as she places it back in her closet.

The brunette girl sighs and scrunches her face “What else do you have Mom?” she sighs. Y/N bites her lip and tries to remember if she’d gotten ridden of it. It was a dress she bought with Lucy right after the divorce in an attempt to feel like her old self again. How symbolic, she thinks as she moves over the many hangers to find it in the very back.

She pulls it out and holds it up to herself to see if it would still fit. The dress was a tea length strapless powder blue dress. The pièce de résistance of the dress was the sheer high neck overlay with long sleeves and littered with shiny silver stars “That’s the one!” Abby gasps, getting off the bed to feel it with her own hands. Y/N laughs at her amusement and takes it off the hanger “He’s going to love it,” her daughter cheers.

Y/N takes the dress and slides into it in the bathroom, it fit like a glove. She had to admit that she looked damn good “Ben eat your heart out,” she whispers to herself as she pins back one side of her curly hair with a diamonded studded barrette. Abagail enters the bathroom and places a pair of opened toed block heeled shoes on the counter. “These?” Y/N confirmes, looking down at her. Abagail nods confidently and rejoined her dog on the bed.

Y/N emerges from the bathroom and twirls “He’ll like?”

“He’ll love.”

The doorbell suddenly rings, when the sound reaches the room the girls’ feeling start to shift. Abby clutched a little tighter to Sampson as she watched her mother nervously put her things into her purse. Feelings that were thought to be healed start to come out of a dark place in Abby’s mind. The fact that her mom was going on a date started to scare her, memories of the day she saw her dad strike her mom resurfaced. What if this man did it to her and she never came back? The girls lower lip starts to quiver and her blue eyes start to water. Y/N looks over and sees the sudden change in her daughter and concern washes away the nerves.

“A-Abby? Are you ok, darling?” she asks as she walks up to her. Abby stays still as her chest rises and falls rapidly, the tears starting to fall.

“W-will, h-h-he hurt you?” She asks between loud sobs. Y/N eyebrows knit together and lifts her up off the bed and into her arms. The child wraps her arms and legs around her, clinging to her body for dear life. Her sobs became louder and uncontrollable as she carried her down the stairs to answer the door.

Rami had already let himself in, Mary had begun to set up her sleeping back by the tv “What’s wrong?” he asks in a panic as his friend slowly make her way down the stairs, careful not to trip due to the heels she wore.

She places her hands on the back of Abby’s head and rocks her back and forth like she did when she was younger to comfort her “I-I don’t know,” she answers, “She asked if he’d hurt me…I thought therapy got her over that,” she whispered, trying to keep calm. Rami lovingly rubbed the girls back and sighed softly.

“Did you tell her who it was?”

“No! I thought it would be too confusing! I should cancel, he’s probably going to be late anyway.”

She was wrong. After she stopped speaking the doorbell rang and everyone’s head turned to look at the white door. Abby buried her head into the side of Y/N’s neck and her body clung to her tighter shuttering in fear. Y/N crossed the room and placed her hand on the doorknob reassuring her the whole time.

She was met with Ben’s smiling face but that beautiful smile quickly turned into a frown when he saw the state of one of his star students. Y/N wasn’t even able to take in the sight of how good he looked in a formal suit “What’s wrong?” he mouths.

“Grant,” she whispers simply. The blonde instantly understood what she meant by saying his name “Abby I want you to meet my date,” she coos, rubbing her back. Abby shakes her head and cries harder. “This is Ben.”

Ben’s jaw tightened and he reached out to touch her back “Tabby?” he asks softly as he takes a few steps closer. Abby’s cries soften at the sound of the nickname and the man’s familiar voice “Tabby look at me.” She complies and slowly turns her head, her wet eyes scanning him.

“You’re taking my mom?” she asks shyly, now embarrassed that he saw her cry.

“I-I am. Do you trust me?” he asks her which she nodded in response. “I promise to keep her safe.” The corners of his lips tugged upwards into a kind smile, the one he greeted her with every morning. She weakly smiled and asked to be let go. Y/N sat her down and bent down to hug her tightly.

“Will you be ok with Rami and Mary?” she asks.

Abby nods and wipes her tears away “I will.”

“Call me if you need me to come home,” she encourages as she stands up and grabs her purse from off the table by the door. Abby just stands there and nods along with her breathing slowly returning to its normal pace. She trusts her teacher and she’d be lying to herself if she thought she didn’t like the idea of her mom going out with him. He was nice and had a kid, she liked James a lot he was as kind as his dad, a little awkward but he was nice.

Y/N rubs her hands together and approaches Rami “Please call me if anything happens,” she whispers pleadingly. The Egyptian nods and smiles at her reassuringly, his arms folded comfortably across his chest.

“Go have a good time, she’ll be fine. If you don’t go Lucy will kill you. I will kill you.”

Her nerves kept itching at her as they left the house “I’m sorry Ben,” she sighs.

“Y/N you have nothing to be sorry about, she’s seen things no kid should ever see. I’m glad you told her it was me,” he reassures opening the car door for her.

It was another gloomy night in London when they reached the heart of the city, the clouds covered the last of the glowing moon when they pulled in front of the restaurant. It was probably foreshadowing how their date would go. Fate had a funny way of setting up something no matter how mundane it was that would trigger a fight. Embarrassing wouldn’t it be to have all those people stare at them just eating at the bit to throw food at each other. The halt of the car brings her out of her thoughts turning her head to the parked car in front of them “Ready?” Ben asks, turning off the car.

Y/N sits up in her seat and quickly gets out, smoothing out her dress before shutting the car door. Ben walks around the car and holds out his arm for her. She raises an eyebrow and stands up straight which makes the teacher grumble and shakes his arm “The road hasn’t been paved in years…I don’t want you to fall,” he says through gritted teeth. Her Y/E/C looks down at the parking lot below her feet, after nodding in cautious agreeance she loops her arm around his.

When they walked inside the restaurant Y/N held back a gasp, her hand clenched onto his forearm a little tighter. This wasn’t a restaurant, it was a palace. The bright chandeliers hung on the cream-colored ceilings that were squared off with gold leaf detailing. Ben let go to walk up to the hostess stand so she took the opportunity to walk around the waiting area, it was like a dream or a ball since all the patrons wore their finest. She comes across the mirror and checks her hair for any fly aways when Ben walks up behind her. He himself is like a dream, like all the ones she’d had about him; beautiful.

She took his arm this time willingly but he didn’t offer it like the last, she turned on her heels and snakes her arm through his that was pressed against his side. The man smiles softly and follows the other man to their table. It was a round table in the middle of the room covered with a long white table cloth. They took their seats and as they opened the velvet menus she asks “How can you afford this place you’re a single father and a teacher?” Ben looks up from his menu with the green eyes lowered grumpily. “Let me help you pay for all this?”

“You’re a single mom and an artist,” he retorts. She lets out a small laugh and leans back in her chair, she looks at the overpriced food in a language she couldn’t understand and nodded along with his comments.

“Touche,” she says.

“I have it covered, I had to dip into the rainy day fund but it’s worth it.” Her eyes shot up at him, his face remained calm as he looked down at the menu.

“You take all your dates here?”

“No just you,” he mumbles as his fingers tap the menu.

A blush graces her cheeks and to hide it she brings her menu higher, before her giddy smile breaks out the waiter approaches with a wine list clutched tightly to his chest “Welcome to Le Loop may I offer our signature wine?” he asks monotone. Ben peered at the red wine with interest the wine list looking more desirable to him.

“Wait,” Y/N interjects, placing the menu on the table, “I want to see if we can do this,” her pointer fingers motons back and forth between them “without alcohol.” Ben’s eyes tear away from the wine and sees her pleading expression.

“Water will be fine, thank you,” he orders and she orders the same. The waiter's lips form a tight smile before walking away swiftly. The pair look at each other briefly with confident smiles, maybe they could actually pull this off without the liquid courage. Maybe was a strong word, fate will prove them wrong probably.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asks with a small twinge of laughter in her voice when Ben’s eyes flip back and forth between the open menu and his cell phone. Ben’s puckers his lips in thought and narrows his eyes as he types into his phone with his thumb.

“Google translate. I can’t understand any of this shit,” he complains keeping his voice down so it doesn’t attract the seething gazes of the people surrounding them. Y/N can’t help but to laugh at his actions, her hand delicately comes up to cover the snickering. “Like seriously what the bloody hell are these things.” She studied his face as he tried to make out the French words, his messy brows would furrow together when he attempted to speak and how he would push his curls back when he got further in his face journey.

“Get lanières de poulet.”

“What’s that?”

“Chicken strips,” she giggles.

He was slightly embarrassed that he did in fact order the chicken strips, come all this way and spend all this money to get his sons latest obsession. But in his defense they were fancy chicken strips, they had a little sprig of green leaves on top and were served on a gold-rimmed plate. And they were good, hella good “So tell me,” she starts, swirling around mashed potatoes with her fork “How many first dates have you had?”

“Ah, we’re starting with the hardball questions.”

“Yeah so tell me.”

Ben wipes his hand with the cloth napkin and places it on the table “A few, I’ve put myself out there but they never make it past the first date,” he answers.

She leans back in her chair “Why’s that?”

“It all goes downhill when I mention I have a kid. Women love the idea of me but as soon as they know about James they don’t care.” Her heart slumps at his answer, gloom was hovering over their table waiting to ruin the evening, she wouldn’t let it.

“I have a daughter,” she comes back with, the corner of her mouth turned upwards. It got him to smile and laugh a little bit, gloom dissipated as they both laughed together.

“What about you? Any other first dates?”

Y/N simply shakes her head “Nope,” she pops the P and taps her plate gently with her fork. “I haven’t been on one since you know,” her voice suddenly drops and her smile slips. Ben frantically tries to apologize as he sits up in his chair and reaching his hand out for hers. She slowly takes it and runs her thumb over his “You don’t need to apologize, its been years and I need the push to go out…so thanks.”

“Well as your first date since your divorce I hope I’m doing alright,” he tries to lighten the mood.

“You’re doing better than I expected, I thought we would have fought by now and one of us would leave,” she admitted. Ben flashes a charming smile and winks before returning to his dinner, he never let go of her hand the entire time. She didn’t try to pull away either instead, she sat there the whole time as the conversation distracted her from eating with her non-dominant hand so she could hold onto his.

Ben hated this part; the check. He prepared himself for this and she as worth it, goddamn this woman was worth it. Putting on his best game face as the disgruntled waiter places the black book in Ben’s hand, his face was stone cold as he read the total, but a small grunt could be heard. Reluctantly, he slid his credit card into the small clear pouch and watched as his money walked away. “You didn’t have to spend all that money, Ben.”

“I know I didn’t. I wanted too,” he responded, taking his card back and shoving it in his pocket.

As they exited the restaurant she took his arm and used her other to place on his bicep. He looked at the car and then across the street at the lit up the walkway and the glowing yellow lights from Big Ben and other marvels of their city “Ben?” she questions looking up at him.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asks with a lopsided grin. He honestly wasn’t ready to go back home it was the first night in a long time where he felt he wasn’t waiting for an excuse to come home like in the past where he’d wanted James to act up so he could leave a terrible date. He prayed she’d say yes.

“Let me check in with Rami,” she says before quickly taking out her phone. It wasn’t a bad idea, he took out his phone and was greeted with 7 texts all from Gwil ‘Have you gotten laid yet?’ ‘car sex is wild mate!’ Ben rolls his eyes at his friend's responses and sends back ‘fuck you. I’ll be out a little longer.’

Y/N’s messages, on the other hand, were the exact opposite ‘Mary and Abby are watching a princess movie marathon. Please enjoy yourself.’ ‘Are you having fun yet?!?! The girls are asleep.’ Y/N smiles and puts her phone away and looks up to meet Ben’s glare on her “Let’s go.”

It was an oddly quiet evening, very few cars drove on the bridge allowing the small talk to echo in their ears. The chill of the water below them rose, her shoulder brushes against his arm, her hand rubbing the warm material of his coat for more warmth. Ben’s green eyes fell upon the look of the clock to the side of them “Second star to the right,” he starts to quote, his voice low as if he didn’t mean it to say out loud.

“And straight on till morning,” Y/N chuckles finishing the quote.

“We’re reading that in class,” he informs her as they stop walking to take in the sight of the landmark. Y/N laughs and rests her head on his shoulder, nodding.

“I know. Abby hates it…she prefers the movie,” she admits.

Ben scoffs in mock offense “You showed her the movie before the book? Y/N as a teacher I’m offended,” he starts. Y/N rolls her eyes and releases her arms to lean on the stone railing of the bridge “James is going to read the entire book first, then the cartoon,” he explains.

She hums in response “Because you know he’ll lose all interest?”

“Precisely.” They start to laugh when he stands next to her, his forearms resting against the cold stones and his hands rubbing together. A sudden smell fills Y/N’s nostrils, it's salty and delicious she examines. The glorious smell makes her turn her head, a pretzel cart was just a few feet ahead of them. Her painted lips form a smile and quickly walks, practically bouncing over to the cart, leaving Ben by himself mid-sentence. The pretzel slowly turning inside the warm glass container was going to make up for the lack of good food she knew they both wanted and didn’t get.

She trots back with the golden brown treat in hand “Want some?” she asks, practically shoving it in his direction. Ben happily takes a chunk of it, reclaiming her arm to continue their slow walk down the bridge. “I was visiting one of my best friends in the States and he had five of these at a Yankees game, God I thought he was going to vomit,” he laughs at the story.

“Gross, we’re only eating one,” she reminds him with a giggle.

With every step and small joke they make he starts to fall for her, they argue over the last chunk and God he loved every last second of he lighthearted argument. Obviously, she had the last bit that thorn in his side. Her pleased and triumphant made his heart skip a beat, and once they got to the other end of the bridge they look up at the buildings.

“In all my years I’ve never truly seen the city like this,” he confesses.

“Abby’s too young to really appreciate it, I-I’m glad I’m here…with you,” her confident voice falters and her eyes are unable to meet his surprised face. Panicked she let’s go and places her hands over her stomach feeling uneasy about admitting her feelings. She rushes over to the edge of the bridge and looks down at her reflection staring back at her in fear of throwing up at the sudden wave of feelings. What the hell was she thinking?

Ben’s reflection enters the scene below them in the dark water only illuminated the street lights. “You never cease to be a pain in my ass Y/N,” he starts making her roll her eyes “But I’m also glad I’m here with you too.” She looks over and smiles up at him which he returns, their eyes are briefly locked only to look down at each other's lips. Gravity was pulling them together, Ben more than Y/N when he takes the final plunge and places his lip over hers.

The kiss was much better than their first the only they shared at the bar with the taste of alcohol and lust on their lips. This one was soft and filled with nerves, they could faintly taste the salt of the pretzel and the bitterness of his cigarettes. She pulls away and drags her tongue over her bottom lip their eyes looking towards the ground “Ben,” she speaks.

“Hmm?”

“Will you kiss me again?” she asks finally looking up at his perfectly flushed face. He nods and places his hands on her waist to pull her in. Wrapping her arms around his neck he places his lips to her again, their chests pressing together. His hands snake around to touch her lower back, fingers gripping the fabric of her dress.

What felt like an eternity later Ben quietly walks through the door of his home, closing and locking the door behind him. Gwil quickly entered the room with a shit eating grin on his face “How’d it go?” he asks clearly amused to hear of the date.

“Mate it was probably the best date I’ve had,” Ben whispers, taking off his jacket and throwing it on the back of the couch. Gwil could see the lovestruck smile on his best friends lips, it was a smile and attitude he hadn’t seen even before Victoria left him.

“Are you falling for her?” he asks seriously.

“I am,” Ben laughs in disbelief “Can you believe it? I’m actually falling for someone, she’s the most irritating thing and I-I can’t get enough of her.” The brunette claps him gently on the shoulder.

“I’m proud of you, Mate.”

In another quiet home, Y/N sat curled on the couch with Rami opposite of her with his daughter groggily sitting in his lap as they talked before they left “You kissed him?”

“I did,” Y/N takes a hair tie and pulls her nicely done hair into a messy ponytail, her heels discarded on the floor.

“This is the same guy you told me a month ago should rot in a hole on the edge of the earth?”

“That’s the one.”

A small silence fills the air as the Egyptian thinks about what to say next, a million thoughts and questions were swirling around his mind “How do you feel about him now?”

“I like him. I still want to punch him in the face but I like Ben.” She placed her head on the couch, a happy smile forming on her lips. Rami reached out and touched her calf before getting up and reminding her to get some sleep. After he left she left her things on the floor and walked up the stairs and peered into her daughter's room to check on her. Abby’s brown curls sprawled on the pink pillow her chest rising and falling peacefully. Y/N closed the door behind her, it was time for well-deserved rest.

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Kit’s Secret Fire Message #14

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Kit hated running.. there was no other way of putting it - he just hated it. Not that it mattered, he did it anyway.

During the years that passed since he first learned of his angelic heritage, he forced his body into an excruciating training regiment. If he was being honest with himself, a practice Kit made a point of keeping to a minimum, he didn’t hate all forms of training. He liked the feel of a dagger in his hand, how the hilt fit perfectly into his grasp, like his family ring. He still had the Herondale dagger Jace had given him, and he always wondered if there was a special magic to it, a reason for why it’s touch calmed him and why he fought best with it than any other weapon.

There was something in the physical pain that felt like a safe place for him, a place to let loose and feel the things he didn’t want to feel, without having to acknowledge them. He put his infinite anger, for himself, for his father’s betrayal, for the mother that was taken from him, for the familiar ache of rejection and longing that came every time the moon became just as silver as Ty’s eyes, and poured them with every bit of force that he had, which was now a considerable amount, into his training. Into that pain. Into sweat and bone grinding bone.

He hated running, but he needed the pain of it. It sharpened his mind, it helped him clear out all of those blurred moments that weighed so heavy on his heart.

He slowed down just before the entrance to the institute, spotting a dark figure leaned on one of the massive stone pillars that decorated the massive building.

For some reason, Kit wasn’t surprised to see that it was Ty. He felt that confusing assortment of excitement and hesitance he was growing accustomed to whenever Ty was around. Though Kit wished he didn’t catch him like this, sweaty, disheveled and sleep deprived.

“Hi.. what are you doing here?” he asked as soon as he got close enough for Ty to hear him, but stayed far enough for him to feel in control.

Ty seemed to dismiss that idea, and took a step towards him, a blunt defiance in his moves.

“I was waiting for you.” He said in a tone that indicated his annoyance with having to state the obvious. “Do you like running?”

“What? No, I fucking hate it” Kit felt a bit dizzy from the sudden question, “I just had to.. work out some.. things.”

It felt like such a lame explanation, but what was he supposed to say? I was trying to figure out if you even care about me at all, and then there’s the question of how do I stop myself from being a goddamn bomb waiting to explode when I’m around you?

Ty looked like he was seriously considering his words, and said “I understand.”

“You do?” Kit felt weird. He didn’t know much about Ty’s new life.. maybe he developed a habit of jumping out of extremely tall trees whenever he was troubled, though Kit doubted it was the case.

“Yes.. I do.”

A silence fell between them. It wasn’t awkward so much as it was.. charged. Kit felt completely aware of how hard his heart was beating, of his flushed cheeks, and scavenged for something to say.

“So… you never told me, Mina didn’t vandalize Irene, right? She’s pretty bossy for a three years old. We once found Church with a pink bow glued to his head. Best day of my life.”

He was rambling, but Ty only laughed, a soft, honest laugh that lit up his face.

A light wind caressed them, and his black hair was blown away from his face, revealing his eyes, as they rested on Kit’s jaw.

He was so pale, and the opaque sky of the London morning made his skin shine like porcelain, a delicate, stark white spot in the almost colorless picture that surrounded him. There was still a softness of morning in him, his lips slightly swollen, but when Kit looked at them he could feel the tight band of control he was holding onto with dear life slipping out of his hands like he was trying to hold down water. He ripped his gaze away from the dangerous bow of Ty’s lips to the safety of his own treacherous, callous hands.

“No, actually.. Irene seemed fairly content with her. I admit it was a bit disconcerting.”

Ty lifted his hand and traced a long finger down the curve of Kit’s neck, at the juncture point that connected to his collarbone, where he could undoubtedly feel the war raging on the inside of his skin, fighting desperately to break free. There was no air left in Kit’s lungs, but he couldn’t make himself breath. The touch of Ty’s finger, as slow and deliberate as it was, felt like a sudden blow.

A drop of sweat trickled down in between the softness of Ty’s skin and Kit’s hammering pulse.

Ty lifted his finger, slim, elegant and wet with Kit’s sweat, and put it to his mouth.

Kit felt his eyes widen in shocked surprise as Ty said in a measured voice, “You should get a shower”.

“I.. what?”

Was he hallucinating? Did something in him truly snap, and he was floating unconscious through the Thames? Because this didn’t make sense. It hardly made sense in Kit’s dreams, though it didn’t stop him from dreaming them.

“There’s something I need you to do”

Kit couldn’t utter a single word, he just gaped at Ty, uncomprehending.

“For the investigation, we need your.. special area of expertise”

“My area of expertise?” Ty nodded.

Even in his state of haze, Kit didn’t need to think about it. There was only one thing he knew better than any other Shadowhunter.

“You need me to go to the shadow market”

Ty flashed his brilliant, mischievous smile, something Kit remembered rarely seeing on him.

“Exactly, Watson. Now do get a shower, it’s rather distracting when you’re all covered in sweat”

At that, he turned and walked towards the institute.

Kit wanted to call after him and ask why was it distracting, but by the time he found his voice, Ty was already inside, leaving Kit shaking all over.

That shower, Kit thought while trying miserably to catch his breath, is going to be a long, long one.

Kit was fast, faster than Ty remembered. It was to be expected, he was a grown Shadowhunter, not the scrawny boy who had a hard time keeping up with Ty as they ran down the golden sand of the beach. But he was even faster than other Shadowhunters Ty knew, fully trained Shadowhunters. Someone must have trained him very, very well.

The night was brightly illuminated by a strand of glowing lights, floating all across the busy rows of the shadow market. When Ty decided to follow Kit, he took into consideration that the market he remembered had probably changed quite a bit, but it seemed to be almost unrecognizable.

Three years ago, there was a menacing, almost feral air to it. Now, the market felt alive. Aisles of cramped stalls stacked with shimmering crystals and colorful tincture bottles labeled with the delighted promises of an eternal love, a failure free luck, and even one that Ty thought was supposed to be a natural stamina boost.

Kit walked around the narrow path, lingering to greet some of the merchants. A young looking fairy girl with hair as purple as the petals of a Morning Glory that cascaded down her slim figure rushed to her feet as soon as she saw Kit. She eyed him with an interest even Ty found obvious. Her voice was high pitched, animated, and her hands kept twirling the curled of her long hair. Ty never liked purple, but something about the sight of her made him hate the color completely.

It was obvious Kit knew her. He grinned his deep, unravelling grin, and touched her shoulder lightly in response to something she must have said.

The whole situation felt unsettling to Ty.. and it wasn’t the purple of the girl’s hair, or the tight knot that fastened in his stomach from the sight of the familiarity between them. It was that she was a fairy, and from what Ty had gathered from Jem’s words - the reason Kit was threatened involves fairies. So why wasn’t he taking more care?

Come to think about it, as much as Kit seemed at ease in the market, it was odd that he didn’t even try to keep a low profile. He was, in a way, on a mission. Kit was visibly a Shadowhunter, even with his sleeves down and no marks showing, Ty thought as he pushed between two heavily perfumed vampires, trying follow Kit’s progress without being noticed.

He wants to be noticed, Ty realized. Clever, allowing the one he searched come to him in his own terms, or her, in that matter. Clever, and dangerous.

Kit paused near a wide table, a richly embroidered banner spread on top of it, displaying glittering glass jars that changed colors every few seconds.

Ty took a deep breath and tried to focus his gaze on Kit. It was hard, walking through the crowds like it didn’t mind him, like his head wasn’t about to explode from the pressure of their voices, their steps, their nearness. But he didn’t dare to put his earphones on. He had them on his neck, their weight a small comfort, but he had to be able to act fast. If Kit was in danger, he needed to be able to react. If someone said something to him, or about him, he needed to be able to hear it.

But Kit just stood there, frowning to the the large, mirror like glass.

He seemed to be debating where to turn, as if he wasn’t sure if to continue where he was headed, or take a different road.

Abruptly, he took a sharp turn to the left, where the crowd quickly thinned into an obviously, much less populated part of the market.

Ty was grateful, even though he feared the lack of hiding places meant he might be seen, he still felt the strain loosen in him.

A tall woman approached Kit, who was studying a handwritten glittered sign that advertised a vintage looking book stall. Ty heard the clicking of her heels before he got a full view of her face - Hypatia Vex.

She wore an elegant looking, pearl white, split sleeved cocktail pantsuit. It hugged her tall figure and dark skin down to her ankles, shining with every move she took like it was studded with tiny diamonds. A sheath of golden metal caged the narrow of her waist in a way that made Ty wonder about the uncomfortable lengths that people went just to look a certain way. He could appreciate her beauty, but it meant little to him.

“Herondale! Why are you making me look for you around the market?” She asked Kit in a clipped tone. Ty was right, Kit did make her come to him, and it seems he didn’t plan to take that strange turn to this almost abandoned part of the market. Ty wondered why.

“I needed a.. quite surrounding this evening. Less noise, less prowling eyes.”

Kit seemed unsurprised to see her, and he made an exasperated face at her sulky expression.

“Common Hypatia, don’t be vexed wit-“

“You know perfectly well I don’t appreciate that joke, Kit Herondale. Really, you should work on some new ones. Your reputation is already questionable ever since you had that nightly adventure with the werewolf boy.. what was his name?”

Now Kit did seemed alarmed, “It wasn’t an adventure, nothing happened,” Ty almost thought he looked straight at him when he said it, but a second later a mocking smile crawled to his lips and he was glaring at Hypatia with a defiant expression, “And my reputation is impeccable.”

“If it was really nothing, than you should definitely have a word with the boy.. because he’s going around for months, saying that you took him to-“

“Hypatia,” Kit’s voice was slightly shaking. Whether it was from anger or something else, Ty didn’t know. He only knew that the knot in his stomach now felt like a massive tangle of twisted thorns, hurting his every breath, his every movement. He wasn’t sure what nightly endeavors meant, but he could make a calculated guess.

“I’m here on business. I need the assistance of the owner of the shadow market.. I need your help.”

“Well..” Hypatia gave him a measuring look, “You don’t usually cut straight to point. What is it that you need, Shadowhunter?”

Kit took a deep breath, looking relieved that he got her to stop talking about his personal life, and told her about the Moloch demons attack, of his suspicion that a sacrifice might be made, and finally, about the danger that could come to a large group of mundane children.

“I need to know if they were seen around downworld. They usually come in groups, which is hard to disguise, especially because of the whole empty eye socket spitting fire thing.”

She gave him a long look before she answered.

“I don’t like giving information to Nephilim.. but you are different, aren’t you, boy?”

Kit didn’t answer, a shadow darkening his clear sky eyes.

What did she mean by different? Different in his behavior? Because he was raised at the shadow market?

“Alright,” Hypatia put her hands together in a loud clap and took a step towards Kit.

“There is a warlock named Marvin. Unpleasant sort of fellow, moved here from New York a while ago. He mostly keeps to himself but I had reasons to know him in the past. He goes around in circles that might know of what you seek. You should ask him.”

Hypatia made a tiny flick with her right hand and a golden piece of paper appeared out of thin air. She handed it to Kit, who nodded at her.

“There's no need to mention me, of course. But, if you may, please send my regards to Ragnor Fell, next time you see him,” her starry eyes glittered under the dark silky sky.

“I didn’t see him in years, not since his impressive performance on the imperishable fields. He is kind of hard to get a hold on, since..”

Kit left before she could finish the sentence, leaving Ty alone and confused. He made his way hurriedly back towards the institute, questions rushing through his head like a lightning storm. As he breathed the cool air of the night, a long forgotten memory lingered on his mind. It was something Barnabas Hale once told Kit, in a Los Angeles market;

“We tolerated you because the Shadowhunters hadn’t found you yet. But now they have and it’s a hop, skip and a jump until you find out who you really are“

Ty was sitting in the parlor, trying hard to steady his breath. He managed to outrun Kit and sneak back into the institute before the rain started to fall. Though he could have explained his wet hair by claiming he took a shower, or taken a walk out in the rain. Not that Kit would have any reason to question him.. but Ty liked to be prepared.

When the main door creaked open, he sprang to his feet and went out to greet him. He knew he might be better at seeing him only in the morning, but he wanted Kit to know that he waited for him. He planned every move he made since their conversation in his room, specifically to make Kit understand how much he cared for him.

He rested his hand on the chipped wooden door frame to steady himself, and called for Kit.

“How did it go?”

Kit gave him a strange, curious look. His hair was wet, glistening with sparks of what seemed like fireflies. Ty remembered how he looked this morning, sweaty and flushed and unbelievably attractive. But now, as beautiful as he was, Kit looked exactly like the mystery that he was. The dimmed lights above them made his skin shine like dark brass, smooth metallic. Ty focused his gaze on an old tapestry depicting the angelic rune that hung right behind Kit.

“Good. I got what we need.”

“Oh, great. Than.. tomorrow at breakfast. You can tell us tomorrow at breakfast.” Ty felt the words cluttering as he tried to speak them. Kit cocked his head to the side and studied him in silence.

“So good night,” Ty breathed and turned towards the staircase.

“Ty..” Kit’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but there was a steadiness in it that made Ty feel a hum of uneasiness.

“I am going to give you the opportunity to explain yourself.” He said it slowly, deliberately. There was no anger in his voice, which calmed Ty by just a fraction, but there was a careful wariness to it.

“I’m.. I don’t know what you-“

“I know you followed me.”

Kit let his words hang between them, clearly waiting for Ty’s response. But Ty didn’t know what to say. How did he see him? He concealed himself from head to toe.

“I can assume for myself why you did it, but I want you to hear it from you. My assumptions night not be so positive.” Ty risked a look into his eyes, and regretted it immediately.

There was wistfulness in it, and hurt, but that wasn’t what caught at Ty’s heart. There was hope there. Kit truly wanted Ty to reassure him, to give him a reason that wouldn’t mean a betrayal of his trust. But Ty couldn’t give him that, he couldn’t say the truth, not that the truth would be much of a reassurance. He couldn’t just tell him that he listened on his and Jem’s private conversation about the big secret that he’s hiding, and that he followed him to the shadow market because he guessed there might be a clue there to his mystery. The second reason, him wanting to look after Kit might not be a improvement, but Ty was terrible at lying. He went for the second option.

“It was just a backup. In case something happened.”

Ty looked up into the almost invisible ends of the ceiling, clasping his hands so they won’t show his agitation.

“You’re either lying to me, or you don’t trust me at all. I honestly don’t know which one is worst.”

Kit’s voice was strained, a thin thread of anger hidden between it’s layers.

“It’s not-“ Ty started, not even knowing what he was about to say.

“It’s not what I think it is? It’s not what you meant? It’s not what it looks like? Come on, Ty.. I’ve seen that movie. I know how it ends. You don’t trust me, so you follow me to the market to see that I don’t mess up your investigation.” Ty opened his mouth to protest but Kit was far ahead of him. “And don’t tell me that you went there to have my back. You’ve seen me take down at least half a dozen Moloch demons with one seraph blade and two daggers, while you guys were chilling in the back. You know what I can do. And you know I don’t need anybody’s help in the shadow market. Isn’t that why you asked me to go there to begin with?”

Kit breathed heavily, and Ty felt the quick rising of his chest like blows handed down upon his heart.

“So tell me, Ty. Am I wrong?” Kit hissed through gritted teeth. Ty searched for words but none came.

“I see. I guess some things never change, right? I remember, you see, what you told me once. Watson is backup.”

There was an immense pain in his voice, steel and stone as it was. Ty lifted his hand towards Kit, but he took a step back, shaking his head.

“No. You don’t get to do that, Ty.” His voice cracked at his name, and Ty felt the slow sting of tears forming in his throat.

How did he manage to mess this up so badly? And how, how did Kit figured out he was there?

He couldn’t help himself, and the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think better of it.

“How did you know-“

Kit let out a hard, pained laugh.

“How did I know you were following me? Of course that’s what you want to know.. I saw you, Ty. I saw your reflection in the color changing glass jars. I noticed the white band of your headphones poking out of your black hood. You should really consider earphones next time.”

He walked to the entrance door and stopped with his back to Ty.

“I’m going out now. Please, do not follow me.”

And without looking back at him, he left, slamming the door with a loud bang that Ty felt down to his bones.

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Crack the Paragon, Chapter 9

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 7.2K~

Summary: In another world, he doesn’t have his mother’s sword or shield to hide behind when Bismuth lands her strike. The bubble pops.

Steven falls apart.

Chapter summary: In which a diamond is a girl’s best friend.

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Chapter warning: There is a fairly in-depth depiction of a dissociative flashback. Nothing I'd consider particularly extreme or deserving of a ratings bump, but I figured it'd be courteous to make a specific warning for it anyways.

Chapter 9: Symmetry

On literally any other day, folding laundry would be relaxing.

There’s something comforting about falling back into predictable rhythms, hands running on automatic through assorted piles of clothes as her thoughts take a wandering vacation. Chores are boring, sure, but compared to the non-stop drive of the rest of her life Connie can at least appreciate how mindless they are. In a world filled with things like honors algebra and violin recitals and sword training, falling into the arms of subconscious repetition every once in a while feels nice, like a much needed mental break from the rest of reality.

The only problem is exactly that: it’s mindless. It doesn’t force her to use an ounce of brainpower. It doesn’t block her thoughts from waltzing down dark alleyways, or taking sharp swerves into territory unknown. It doesn’t distract her from obsessively checking her phone every other minute to see if she’s gotten any new calls or texts.

It doesn’t stop her from worrying about Steven.

Normally steady fingers twitch as she folds a sock inside its proper pair. Her pocket nearly feels like it’s burning. Groaning, she tosses the pair into her suitcase and pulls her phone out. The lock screen illuminates, showcasing a photo of a pretty sunset she took from the hill above the temple. Her mouth tightens. Once again, nothing. Giving in to the distraction, she unlocks her phone and taps to reach his latest message. Tired eyes gloss over his photo and those words for the thousandth time.

Accidentally got separated from gem—

I’ll call later, some kinda scary stuff happened—

Please don’t worry too much.

Well, too late for that. She’s not fooled by his blasé, chipper attitude in this text, or the forced grin of the concerningly pale-faced Steven (one of two! How can he claim he’s fine when he’s literally lost a part of himself??) at the forefront of the photo he sent. No, no. She won’t be convinced until she audibly hears it or can throw her arms around him in person, which is harder said than done when he hasn’t returned her calls and Mom won’t let her take the bus over to his place for the morning because she’s supposed to be “packing.” Ugh. As far as she’s concerned, visiting extended family in India can wait its turn. Something terribly wrong must have happened in Beach City last night, and the suspense of not knowing is nearly suffocating her.

But logically, she knows worrying about it nonstop won’t be of help to her or Steven. He’ll call when he calls. She just hopes it’s before she leaves the country. Her dad's a bit of a tightwad when it comes to the idea of upgrading to international call and text, to her chagrin. If she’s honest, it’s the one part of this trip she dreads— having zero contact with her best friend for a week.

Connie hastily breathes in and out, attempting to forcefully will the stress to dissipate. Let it go. Stop thinking about it. She gently tosses her phone on her bed where she can’t reach it, and pushes herself back into the dependable rhythm of laundry folding.

Licking her chapped lips as she works through the pile of newly clean clothes, she folds the turquoise colored silk choli bodice her mom arranged for a relative to hand weave for her on her last birthday and carefully places it with its matching saree. The decorative border running the length of the saree is embroidered with little flowers and swirls in gold thread. Connie smiles faintly, reverently running her hand across the smooth fabric. She’ll be wearing her typical shorts, overalls, and blouses for most of this trip, but she’s super excited to have the perfect excuse to bring this outfit out of her closet for once. It always makes her feel beautiful, with her hair pinned back and the saree draped around her, but she still can’t help but fear she’s ridiculously overdressed whenever she wears it anywhere outside of family events. A shame. Maybe she’ll build the courage to wear it one day when she goes to Steven’s house for sword practice. She’ll change into her usual training clothes during the practice itself, of course— she can’t risk tearing silk or restricting her movement— but it’d be cool to share a piece of her own family’s culture with him like that. Her cheeks heat up as she imagines his reaction. He��ll probably think it’s pretty. Pearl, too. Her teacher definitely has a flair for artistry, after all.

...but of course, that’s assuming Steven and the Gems are okay.

Her previously giddy thoughts wane like a withering petal. Sitting with her legs criss crossed on her bedroom floor, she hunches over with a heavy sigh, propping her chin into her hands. How long is this morning going to last?

Muffled amidst the cocoon of thick blankets adorning her bed, her phone’s ringer picks that very moment to blare into existence. Her nerves electrify in an instant, though whether that’s more a symptom of surprise or anticipation is anyone’s guess. Chest pounding, she shoots to her feet and scrambles across the room to pick it up. She sighs a breath of relief as her eyes skim over the caller ID. It’s him. And he wants to video chat! Without thinking twice she jabs her thumb against the screen to answer.

A handful of seconds pass as her phone attempts to connect over her family’s spotty wi-fi, heart twisting painfully in her throat as she steels herself for whatever potentially bad update about her friend’s life she’s about to receive, but then—

The video pushes through, and her friend appears on the screen. His hair is notably mussed, (more so than usual, that is), with wild curly locks sticking up from his head at weird angles.

“Mornin’, Connie,” he says, exhaustion evident on his face but besides that, appearing physically well. There’s actually color in his cheeks for one thing, unlike in the photo he sent before dawn.

“Steven!” she exclaims, subconsciously gripping the sides of her phone tighter in the absence of an actual hug. “You’re okay!”

“More or less,” he says in confirmation, the corner of his mouth turning up for a glimmer of a second. His expression quickly becomes tinted in shades of remorse, however, his voice on the brink of cracking. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t call back earlier! My phone died on me, and then I forgot to plug it in, and then I got distracted by a bunch of crazy family stuff, and that’s probably not a good excuse, but—“

She tries to feed him a reassuring smile, pushing down the blatant depth of her worry for his sake.

“Hey, don’t fuss about it. It happens. And anyways, you’re here now, right? So all that doesn’t even matter anymore.”

Her friend deals her a noncommittal shrug in response, and slouches against the rough hewn stone she’s only now noticing in the background. If she has to guess, he’s sitting on the beach, leaning against the sheer cliff walls where they first met almost two years earlier. Interesting, she muses, her brow furrowing. Usually when they do video calls Steven makes a point to stay in his house because he gets better reception there. On top of that, there’s an undeniable melancholy brewing within his eyes that would be amiss to ignore. He’s not even trying to mask it for once, which speaks volumes in and of itself about how heavy a burden it’s become, whatever it is that’s bothering him. Geeze, what on Earth happened over there last night?

“So, your gem,” she starts, edging towards the topic carefully. “Are you still—?”

He shakes his head, seemingly already catching on to what she’s gonna ask. “Nah, we’re together again! Turns out I can still fuse even without without him.”

“Hmm, I—“ Connie pauses, mind fixating for a second on the specific way he referred to his gem half, ascribing an undeniable sense of individuality to him— “well, I’m super glad you figured that out. But I still don’t understand, how can you get separated from your gem in the first place?”

“It’s, uh- a pretty complicated story, fair warning.”

“Pshhh, that’s no problem, I’ve got all morning,” she says, and props her phone against her bedpost so she can continue packing while listening. Freed once more, her hands seek out more unpaired socks to join.

“Only if you’re good with it, then.” The boy sighs deeply as he begins to prepare his words. The infamous drama zone kicking in, he lets his head lull backwards at gravity’s command against the cliffside’s face. She can’t help but cringe at the audible smack of his skull against smooth rock. “Ow!” he whines, immediately jerking forwards again. He rubs the back of his head in clear disbelief, softly laughing at his own folly. “Well, that was a pretty dumb idea.”

“Not gonna disagree,” she says with a giggle, glancing between her clothes and the screen in intervals as she folds. “Now, tell me everything. From the beginning. I still gotta pack, but I’m listening, I promise.”

A soft smile brightens his face, sunlight glinting off his dark brown irises. It’s enough to capture her stare, to make everything else in the world freeze to a stop. Just for one magic moment. Her heart almost flip flops at the gentle way he gazes at her, his eyes filled with a shy reverence that honestly, speaks volumes to his nature as a person. Because while he’s grown undeniably strong as a half-Gem, he’s far more than that. He's kind. He’s sensitive, and caring. So, so caring. More than anything else he tries his hardest to be extra empathetic about the needs of others around him, and she adores this about him, she truly does. Her only wish is that he could be this receptive about his own needs all the time, too. With her firsthand knowledge of the stressful stuff he and the other Gems deal with on a weekly basis, she can’t help but worry sometimes.

He breathes in, chest rising and falling as he prepares to tell his story. “Okay. So it all started yesterday morning when I was playing video games with the Gems…”

______

“—and then that’s when I figured out I could still fuse, right after I texted you. So we did, and- and well, that’s pretty much it,” Steven finishes with a bit of a waver in his voice, absentmindedly twirling his finger around a short curl at the nape of his neck as he adjusts his grip on the phone with his other hand.

With his story more or less complete, barring a few recent occurrences he’s hesitant to speak of right now, he pays careful attention to the minute fluctuations of Connie’s expression as everything he’s told her sinks in.

(He intentionally left out some of the more intimate bits, of course— like softly crying himself to sleep before Dad warped back, or having a near breakdown on the beach, or his conversation with half of himself. Some moments simply aren’t for others to know.)

Her voice wavers as she finally makes to respond. “Wow, that’s… a lot.”

“Yeah. And like, I wanna believe it’s over now, but everyone’s still acting so weird.”

“Mmm, and then there’s everything about your mom, and Pink Diamond…” She balls her hand against her mouth as she mulls over this information, her sobered glance shifting from him to some unspecified point in her bedroom.

And at seeing the subtle aversion of her gaze, he frets for a second. He squirms in the seat of the cold metal chair he’s made his temporary home in, toes curling inwards much like the creeping dread that’s trying to inch its way ever further into his heart, stifling any last hope of peace or calm. Replacing it with fear. Like, what if his real talk is too real? Too honest? What if he’s freaked her out, or overloaded her with the sheer weight of everything that’s happened to him, what if she’ll wanna keep her distance from him because of all this, what if—

“I’m so sorry you have to deal with all this,” she says softly, slashing the cord that’s restraining him within his frantic thoughts.

His shoulders relax, tension fading.

“I- is there anything I can do?” his friend continues. “To help, I mean?”

“Nah, don’t think so. Not right now, at least. Honestly, just having someone to talk to about all this means a lot.” He begins to slowly swing his legs back and forth, and leans against the coffee stained table top. “Normally I’d talk to one of the Gems, but. Well, y’know.”

His friend bobs her head in the affirmative. “Mmm.”

“It’s just…” he begins, pausing with a long sigh as he tries to organize all his jumbled emotions into something remotely explainable. His eyes drift away from his phone, focusing instead on the soft, tantalizing glow of the ice cream freezer across the shop. “I think I almost died, Connie. For real. I was shivering, a-and scared, and cracked, and- and yet they couldn’t stop fighting about whatever happened in the past. I don’t know anything about Pink Diamond, or what terrible things Rose apparently did, but now it’s like… even if they don’t mean to, that’s all they can think about when they look at me?”

Steven groans in exhaustion, slumping forward so the side of his face is pressed against the table. It’s comfy, never mind how dirty the surface probably is. He shifts his phone in his hands so Connie’s image is still parallel to him. “I dunno. I should’ve never popped that bubble in the first place. If I didn’t let Bismuth out, none of this would’ve happened.”

“Steven!” a loud voice calls from across the shop. “Are you gonna buy a donut or what?”

“Whu- huh??”

Startled, he shoots upright in the chair— knowing all too well from the faint thrum dancing under his skin that he’s on the brink of summoning his bubble on sheer impulse— before realizing that no, it’s only Lars, everything’s fine, I’m fine.

The surly teen is slumped against the counter next to Sadie, (who’s counting the money in the cash register on sheer compulsion, as if rifling through it one more time might cause the cash to magically multiply), both employees marinating in the boredom of yet another low traffic mid-September day at the Big Donut. He pauses to catch his breath, in retrospect feeling super silly for his near freak-out. His two favorite donut people have been here this whole time, of course. How he managed to become so sucked in by his call that he forgot is beyond him.

“Are you okay?” he hears Connie ask softly, obvious concern in her voice.

Lars on the other hand, apparently wasn’t finished calling him out.

“You can’t just- loiter here all morning and not buy anything!” he says. Brow threading together in perplexion, he whirls towards his coworker. “Right? Isn’t there a law for that? Sadie, help me out here-!”

She rolls her eyes so far they almost disappear back into her skull. “Oh, leave him alone, he’s fine...” “Yeah, I’m not loitering, I’m having a nice conversation with my friend!” he chimes, holding up his phone screen to them as proof.

“Hi Sadie, Lars,” Connie says.

The young lady behind the register smiles warmly despite the bags under her eyes, and pauses her task to wave to the camera.

Unimpressed, Lars leans his chin against his balled up fist, elbow propped on the counter. His tired eyes narrow into thin slits, exaggerated by the squish of his cheek against his bottom eyelid. “A ‘nice conversation?’ You’ve been sitting there for half an hour rambling about the misfortunes of near death,” he says, deadpan.

“I—“ His eyes grow wide as he combs back through the— now that he thinks about it— admittedly dour mood of everything he’s recently said. “Is that really what it sounded like...?”

Is he just being a killjoy to everyone? He thought it’d be okay to be real about it with his friend for once, since he usually keeps his deeper issues to himself, but perhaps...

“No, just ignore him,” Sadie says as she diligently sorts the coins, cutting in right before his mind can continue its downward spiral.

On the screen, Connie nods in wholehearted support. “It’s just venting, I don’t mind.”

And despite everything else he manages a smile at that, small and thin but filling him with a needed burst of energy all on its own.

“Huh,” Lars mutters, scrutinizing him closely. “Well, whatever it was, dark and brooding is a surprisingly good vibe for you. We’ll make a teenager of you yet.”

Steven blinks in confusion.

“But I already am a teenager,” he says, perhaps a bit more defensively than he ought have.

“Yeah!” chimes his friend over the phone.

“Wait, really? Aren’t you like, nine or somethin’?”

He squirms in his seat upon reference to his inability to physically age, feeling the flush touch his ears. “Uh, actually…”

“Dude, he’s been a teenager,” Sadie says. She stuffs the last of the quarters in their slot and securely shuts the cash register drawer. “He turned fourteen a few weeks ago, don’t you remember?”

“N- no… I just—“ Lars lets out a scoff, shooting her a moody sneer. “Whatever, okay? I don’t have the time or the patience to remember everyone’s birthdays in this dead-end town.”

“Only twenty-nine people even live here year round.”

“So? Your point is?”

“My point is that it’s kinda common courtesy to look up and pay attention to your surroundings every once in a while?”

He turns up his nose. “Ugh, well you know what—“

Steven purses his lips as he watches the two of them devolve into yet another round of petty squabbling. (Why all of these fights lately…? What’s wrong with everyone, what’s in the air?) Suddenly feeling very much like high tailing it out of here, he shifts in his seat. He and Connie share a knowing glance, one that quickly lets him knows they’re on the same page. Originally, he came here to use the store wi-fi since he didn’t want to be at home right now, but he can probably still use it just fine sitting at the table outside. Without any overt announcement of the fact, he stands and makes his way to the door. Lars and Sadie are too caught up in their spat to notice him leave.

Only when the cool breeze greets him outside can he relax. He kicks back in one of the chairs set out front of the store, adjusting his phone in his hand. Gulls call loudly from the boardwalk in their endless search for trashed food. A handful of people he doesn’t recognize— tourists!— splash in the water or play in the sand, a pair of young men holding hands as they cross the public beach. Sunlight is finally breaking through the cloud cover, brilliant blue overtaking dreary grey. He smiles faintly. Despite everything, it truly is a beautiful morning.

“Sorry about all that!” he says to his friend on the line, glancing back at the doors of the Big Donut. “They really are cool people when you got to know ‘em, but they kinda disagree about stuff a lot.”

Connie stifles a laugh, her expression unreadable for a moment. “I know you keep saying they’re probably dating, but I honestly don’t believe you.”

His skin grows clammy all of a sudden.

Don’t… believe...

He's frozen. It’s almost like he’s with Sapphire, trapped again in that old motel room shivering amidst her frost powers. And yet simultaneously he’s not, ‘cause… because he’s burning up, hand clutching at thin air. He’s terrified. He’s completely alone, he’s—

He’s back in the forge.

Bismuth’s there, looming like a reaper above him, arm shapeshifted into some sort of curved saw blade and held aloft. Thick, viscous lava boils angrily in the pool surrounding the platform he’s on, and more than anything it’s a warning, a constant warning, and he’s stupid, he’s so unobservant and stupid, he should have paid heed to it when he came down here in the first place, why didn’t he—

Heat blasts almost violently at him as he shuffles away on hands and feet, scooting backwards on the blistering stone. He heaves for breath amidst his panic. Meanwhile, the channels of hard light running parallel with his veins buzz alongside the rush of adrenaline keeping him alive. Sweat beads on his forehead, sticky and unnaturally cool.

No matter how hard he tries, he’s too weak against her. His shield isn’t strong enough.

He knows this for a fact now, knows that Bismuth can dissipate both it and his bubble with enough force, and that’s a super scary thought but it doesn’t stop the primal instinct pulsing insistently at the back of his mind, pushing him to stand back up, to summon his weapon anyways and try to defend himself. It’s nothing but a lost cause, though.

Now, his only true shield is his words.

“Wait, I’m not my mom!” he cries in desperation, shielding himself with his arms. “I don’t know what she did, but I’m sure she didn’t want to hurt you!”

The stark shadow obscuring the rainbow haired Gem’s eyes grows darker.

“It’s too late,” she spits, preparing to swing her arm down. “I don’t believe you anymore!”

And then with a shallow gasp he’s here again, here at this dingy plastic table sitting under the bright and blue hope of morning, his phone clutched in a vice-like grip. Breath passes through his lips shakily. What the heck was that?? Was his gem feeding him old memories like what happened in his sleep, or something? Whatever it was, he’s genuinely not sure how much time has passed during the vision, a realization which unnerves him. Seemingly not too long, as Connie hasn’t moved to speak yet. Yet still her too-familiar words echo in his mind, pulsing with the thrum of inflamed blood vessels at an open wound, and without the blessing of inhibition he blurts out the first thought that reveals itself.

“That’s fair,” he says, voice cracking. “I probably wouldn’t believe me about a lot of things right now.”

Her brow creases with obvious concern. “Hey... Hey, I didn’t mean that personally. I was just messing around with ya’. You know that, right?”

“I know,” he sighs. “I’m sorry. I guess I just feel... really on edge.” Jittery fingers card through thick curls as his chest softly rumbles in the absurdity of it all. “Geeze, I’m being a real sad sack today, huh?”

“Well, you’ve been through a lot.”

“Yeah, but to be fair ‘near death scenarios’ are pretty much just an occupational hazard at this point. And I’ve handled that fine before, so…”

“Still doesn’t erase the fact that it’s impacted you hard this time,” she says softly, leveling her gaze squarely on him, her intuitive brown eyes disassembling his insecurities and then putting them back together like a puzzle.

He flushes, shrinking where he sits. He pulls his legs up onto the seat, clutching them to his chest. Intuitively he knows she’s right, he knows that all this has messed with him more than the danger of Gem stuff normally does, but he still can’t help but feel… ashamed? That he’s feeling this way in the first place? It’s bizarre. It’s completely dumb, and the more he fixates on it the more dumb it becomes. Eventually he decides he’s not in the right mental state to try and weave a halfway rational response to her and elects to swerve the topic.

“So there’s also another not-great thing that happened,” he begins, hugging his knees. “Should probably mention.”

“Yeah…?”

“Garnet unfused over all this. Maybe for good this time.”

She gasps, and in an instant her face shoots closer on his screen.

“Wait what? She- you mean that Ruby and Sapphire aren’t—“

“Yup.”

Connie covers her mouth in shock, eyes glistening. “Oh, no! Steven, I’m so sorry! And you don’t think they’ll be able to work it out?”

“No, they made it seem pretty permanent.”

“That’s… really rough,” she sighs in solidarity. “‘Cause I mean, at least since it’s fusion she’s still there in spirit, but- you grew up knowing Garnet.”

“Exactly,” he nods. “I love Ruby and Sapphire a whole bunch, but it’s still different, y’know? Like, it’s like I lost someone important to me. Maybe forever. And... it feels so awful,” he says, pushing past the lump in his throat that he wishes more than anything would go away. “All of it. It’s like everyone in my family’s falling apart. The moment she unfused, Sapphire immediately shut herself in her room, and then Ruby was so upset she ran away, and Amethyst and Pearl started yelling at each other about everything, so… I left. And called you,” he explains, gesturing at her. “And now I’m here, chillin’ at the Big Donut. And that’s pretty much it.”

“Gosh...”

“Yeah.”

“Again, I’m sorry you had to deal with all this. I mean, outright getting cleaved from half of yourself? I can’t even imagine…” She bites at her knuckles for a moment, deep in thought. “Makes me wish I had more than sympathy to offer.”

“Nah, just you listening to everything means a whole bunch. I really appreciate that,” he says. “I—“ his voice wavers a bit as he feels the heat of the blush blossoming across his cheeks— “I really appreciate you. A lot. You- you know that, don't you?”

She giggles, the sound a beautiful reassurance to his ears. “Of course I do! And anyways, you always take time to listen to me when I’m down. That’s what jam buds are for, right?”

“Right,” he says, the word reverberating in harmony in the deepest reaches of his heart.

“Steven!” a voice calls from the distance.

Connie’s brow furrows. “Is that…?”

He whips his head around, squinting in the sunlight to catch a clearer glimpse of the figure running towards the edge of the Big Donut’s patio, his long hair rippling behind him. At the sight of family, his eyes light up. He waves his free arm in greeting.

“Dad!”

“Hey, kiddo!” his dad says, crossing the last few steps to the patio chair he’s curled up in. Gasping for breath, he plops himself in the chair adjacent. “I thought I’d find you here. You doin’ better now?”

He makes a half grimace, and shakes his flattened hand in a so-so gesture.

Dad’s hopeful smile fades, quickly replaced with a compassionate sense of understanding that could only come from years of hard earned age and experience. “Yeah. Yeah, I getcha. Seeing people you love fight like that’s never fun. Do you wanna talk about it?”

He presses his mouth into a line as he contemplates. To be honest, after venting about everything to Connie, fixating on negative emotions more is the last thing he wants to do, but he doesn’t wanna be rude to his dad. Thank goodness he has a valid excuse to avoid it altogether!

“Uh, I’m kinda on the phone, here,” he says, showing him his phone screen as proof.

“Oh, by golly, so you are! Hey, Connie. How are you hangin’ in there?”

She flashes a smile. “Hi, Mr. Universe! I’m okay, thanks.”

“Heh, Mr. Universe, huh?” he chuckles softly, scratching at his beard. “Such formalities! You’ve known me for what, how long? Please, you can call me Greg.”

“Thanks, but my mom says I’m not allowed to call grown ups by their first names.”

“Dr. Maheswaran has all sorts of weird mom rules,” Steven chimes in, nodding.

“Hoo boy, do I know about those,” his dad commiserates in a flat tone. He makes a big show out of mulling this over, humming as he taps at his chin. “Well then, don’t think of me as a grown up, but more of a big kid with, erm… slightly bigger responsibilities.”

“Uh, okay!” Connie says, hesitantly glancing between him and Steven. “If it’s alright with you, then, Mr. Greg!”

Dad‘s mouth turns up in a fond smirk, and then he glances back at him. “Anyways, I wanted to let you know that the Gems have cooled down. I had… a bit of a talk with them, let’s say,” he mutters, clear exhaustion betraying his otherwise content demeanor. “Should be fine to go back when you’re ready.”

“Did Ruby return??”

“Nah, she’s still MIA. But Pearl and Amethyst are on the case.”

He sighs, disappointment flooding his heart. He’s not sure why he ever dreamed otherwise. She’ll come back eventually, of course. She’s gotta. According to Garnet, Rubies are very social Gems, which means they prefer sharing in the company of others over being alone. And even when she’s not fused with Sapphire, she’s still a part of his family. He dearly hopes she knows that.

“I hope her and Sapphire will be okay,” he mutters.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine in the end,” he says with a shrug. “They’ve come apart before, after all.”

Connie hums in agreement. “Yeah, sometimes even my parents need some quiet time away from each other. That’s totally normal!”

Dropping his legs to dangle from the chair again, Steven watches an orange spotted butterfly flutter between the beach umbrellas set up on the patio tables, meeting with its other half before both journeying away in the wind. His cheeks lift at their attempts at reassurance, and boy, does it feel so much more natural than frowning pensively.

“D’ya really think so?”

Smiling softly, his dad affectionately musses his hair. “All we can do is wait and see, bud. Wait and see.” He stands to his feet then, grunting as he uses the table’s surface to help push him up. Gaze growing somewhat weary, he peers with purpose towards the far side of the hill. “Anyways, your old man will be over at the car wash, scrubbing soap scum off the floors. Eughh, right? But hey, if you need anything… a hug, an ear, some classic fatherly advice… come and find me, okay? Take it easy this morning.” Grinning, he turns back to wave goodbye to the girl mirrored on the screen. “Nice seeing ‘ya, Connie. Take care.”

“You too!” she waves in return.

And with that farewell his dad begins his casual jaunt down the sidewalk, leaving the two of them alone once more. Except, he supposes that’s not true at all, is it? Even without Connie, even without Dad, or the Gems. Because if he can take away one good thing from this whole messed up experience, just one hopeful message, it’s that he’s never been alone a day of his life. That’s simply the nature of fusion, you see. Even in the darkest, scariest moments...

I’ve never actually been alone, he marvels. I’ve just been me.

______

Once Steven’s dad leaves to scrub down the floors at his car wash, their conversation evolves considerably from its bleak beginnings. Enough about all this Gem stuff, Steven says, what’s new with you? Besides, uh- folding underwear, of course!

Connie laughs, rolling her eyes at the visible blush on his face as she pushes the aforementioned undergarments out of frame. She eagerly shares some of the finer details of her India trip, telling him all about when she’s leaving for the airport, (late this evening, on a red-eye flight across the Atlantic), what area of the country she’s visiting, (Punjab, where some of her extended family lives), and how long she’ll be gone (just a week!). From there, the topic shifts between a variety of themes, ranging anywhere from her anxiety and excitement at starting school again when she gets back, the pride of finally figuring out a challenging song she’s wanted to perfect for a while on her violin, to this super compelling Unfamiliar Familiar fanfic she found where Lisa discovers she’s secretly heir to the throne of the corrupt society she’s always been vying to escape from underneath the authoritative thumb of.

“Wow, this is the story I never knew I always needed so badly in my entire life,” Steven says, brown irises turning starry-eyed in the sunlight. He’s sitting atop the hill now, resting content on his belly in the grass in front of the lighthouse.

“I know, right?? I’ll send you the link,” she promises, dangling her feet in the air behind her as she lays on the carpet.

He pumps his fist in the air triumphantly. “Woo, free infinite books!”

“Well, keep in mind, it’s not finished yet. Apparently it’s supposed to update bi-weekly, but I think the author got a bit boggled down by life stuff recently.”

“Aw, that’s too bad. I hope they’re doin’ okay.”

“Same… But hey,” she says with a soft laugh, “at least it’s a long fic, right?”

“Y’know,” he interjects the current topic suddenly, rising to his knees. “I wonder if I can see your house from here! D’ya think that’s possible, ‘cause I wanna see if that’s possible!”

He switches his camera’s view from front to back, the image of his face replaced by the scenic vista of the cozy beach town below, ridged by the peaceful waters of the Atlantic and Rehoboth Bay. She can see everything, from the gigantic pastry shaped facade atop the Big Donut, to the water tower clear on the other side of the peninsula. Beyond, lush green grasslands— dotted with clusters of small residences, humanity’s touch on the Earth— stretch as far into the horizon as far as a young dreamer can imagine.

Connie picks up her phone from the bedpost she leaned it against and squints at the screen, trying to map out the precise scale of the countryside between them in her mind. “Hmm, probably not. I think my town’s pretty hidden by the surrounding hills.”

“No silly, not from right here, here! I meant, from up here!”

She yelps as the view of Beach City on her phone screen jolts in a burst of sudden, rapid movement, shrinking smaller and smaller as the seconds tick by.

“Steven!! What are you—“

But internally, she finds the answer to this question before she can even finish asking it. Clearly, he jumped into the sky, so… so he’s using his floating ability. Even though she’s never seen him utilize it to leap to this extreme, it’s the only possibility that makes any ounce of sense. Her mouth falls agape at the picturesque view below, the town beginning to looking more and more like a blurred watercolor painting. Distantly, she wonders what it would feel like to be up there with him, her hands clutched tight in his, the wind dancing through her long hair.

"Consarn it! Your house is too small to pick out. Hmm..."

Or even as Stevonnie, can they float too? she wonders. Maybe one day she can ask!

“Oh my gosh, this is just like I’m on the giant slingshot they used to have at Funland,” she says, averting her eyes as her best friend continues his ascent into the shimmering blue sky. She lets slip a slight grimace, finding the stark contrast between the movement on the screen and the still permanence of her bedroom dizzying the more she watches. “And I’m starting to think there’s a reason they shut that ride down…”

“Hey, my floating powers are way better than The Comet,” he chirps playfully, having finally reached the apex of his leap. “Hah, maybe that means I should start my own attraction at Funland!”

“Doing what?” she says, unable to keep from laughing at the absurdity of the very concept. “Bubbling people on the tracks of the rollercoaster like the day we first met? I’m pretty confident that’d be a major health and safety violation.”

“Aww, but those are the best kinds of attractions!”

She hears him grunt with minor exertion, and suddenly the aerial glimpse of the countryside she’s watching on her phone drops out of sight, replaced in an instant with a sweeping panorama of the boundless sky, the line of the horizon with the sea, the ground looming ominously hundreds of feet below. Rinse and repeat, over and over. Everything is spinning, she realizes in alarm, and there’s no end in sight.

“Whoa-oH, it’s the Stevencoaster!” he cries in childish glee as he somersaults.

His lighthearted joy is so contagious she can’t stop the grin stretching wide across her face.

“Careful, you doofus, you’re gonna make me motion sick and I’m not even there,” she giggles breathlessly.

“Nooo! And the Stevencoaster makes everyone toss their cookies! Words truly cannot describe the culinary carnage left in its wake.”

She rolls her eyes in fondness at his antics, and sits up on her carpet. “No, but seriously,” she reaffirms, “that’s making me pretty dizzy.”

“Oh, sorry!”

Soon enough she watches him level out from his spin, his camera focusing for a moment on the ground a hundred feet below his sandaled feet before flipping to show his face once more, framed by wild dark curls. His irises are shimmering an unnatural pink she’s never seen before. It's enough of an unexpected shock that her smile fades, ever so slightly.

“Better?” he says, beaming at her as he continues on his slow descent to Earth.

They’re still pink. And his pupils… She’s not just imagining it, right? She blinks heavily.

“Y- yes, much.”

“Connie? What’s wrong?” he asks, landing upon the grass. His brow furrows.

Even more notably, his eyes are just as normal and brown as they ever were. Connie balls her hand against her chin as she deliberates this. Hmm. Curiouser and curiouser.

She shakes her head, silently mulling over how best to explain this. “Nothing, it’s just… I could’ve sworn your eyes were… different, for a second.”

“Different?” Steven‘s grin stretches so wide he looks like he’s about to burst at any moment. “Eye don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Well, if you become my pupil I could explain it to you,” she giggles.

“I’m listening,” he chimes eagerly.

“Okay, so honestly it could’ve just been a trick of the light, but… it’s almost like they flashed pink for a second. And your pupils were all funny, kind of, uh- slitted! Like a cat’s.”

“Pink?”

“Yeah.”

His face goes shockingly pale. “Connie, when was this?”

“Just a second ago,” she shrugs. “You were still floating.”

“Floating,” he repeats under his breath, seeming haunted by the very thought.

“Steven?” she calls, a sudden twist in her chest at the sight of his clear distress. “Steven, what’s wrong?”

“I, I—“ he stammers, unable to even meet her glance. “I’m really sorry, but I gotta go. I’ll text you later?”

“Uh- okay. Thanks for calling—“

He hangs up.

“...back,” she finishes softly, shoulders sinking.

She sighs heavily, dropping her phone into her lap and sitting back against her bed frame. What did she say? What could be so scary about the idea of glowing pink eyes to make him react like that? Sure, it’s a bit strange, but it’s no more unusual than any of his other unique abilities. She only hopes she didn’t ruin his good mood all over again by bringing his attention to it.

Her mother knocks on the doorframe outside, signaling her presence.

“Come in,” she mutters glumly.

The door creaks open. Mom steps through, and leans against the wall with her arms crossed, glancing knowingly between her and the phone still clutched like a lifeline in her hands.

“Are you still worried about that boy?” she asks.

Connie can almost hear the capitalization inherent in her tone. 'That Boy.’ Even though she and Steven are just friends, she knows full well who her mother thinks he is to her. (Not that she’d complain if that were the case, but that’s simply not a thing with them, and really that’s fine, she’s fine, their status quo is comfortable how it is—)

“Yeah… I just got off the phone with him," she says, letting her head sink into the folds of the covers trailing off the side of her bed. "It sounds like he’s been through a lot lately.”

“Well, when a child spends all day fighting monsters instead of going to school like he’s supposed to, I can’t say I’m surprised,” her mom says under her breath.

“Mom, come on, this is serious!”

“Yes, sorry, you’re right,” she says wearily, pressing her hand to her temple. “Just because I don’t understand it doesn’t mean that it’s fair of me to say.”

She turns away, and hugs her knees to her chest. Like a storm on a late summer day, her mind brims with so many things she wishes she could admit, so many things that need to be released if she wants to find any peace about this. But how to start? How can she make her mother understand?

“I’ve really been looking forward to this trip, y’know?" Connie says, feeling oh-so vulnerable sitting on the floor just like she always would as a young child, eyes glistening as she calls upon her mother for support. "Really. And I know we gotta leave tonight, but just knowing he’s hurting and I won’t be able to text him at all makes part of me wish… that I could stay here."

Unable to dam it up anymore, a few tears spill over to roll unbridled down her cheek. Her chest quivers uncontrollably as her face screws up and she begins to cry.

"Oh, honey," she breathes, moving to kneel on the floor next to her. She rests her hand on her upper back, gently kneading the stress out of her tense muscles.

"He's always been there for me when I needed someone to talk to, o-or somethin' to feel better," she sniffles, wiping the damp from her eyes and nose. "A- and then- the moment he needs me, I can't be there for him at all, an' it's not fair!"

Upon seeing the trail of snot beginning to drip towards her upper lip, her mother grimaces. She reaches across her for the small square box perched atop her nightstand. "Tissue," she says firmly, passing her the box.

She accepts the gift, pulling one out, and blows her nose hard.

As she's dabbing away, cleaning up the evidence of her tears, Mom's fingers shift to comb through the length of her hair. She twirls through long dark strands and pulls them out of her face. "Even if I don't get all this magic stuff you're both dealing with," she begins, voice brimming with compassion, "believe me, I understand more than most what it feels like to be cut off from the people you love. So... I’ll change your phone plan to international, how’s that? That way, at the very least you’ll still be able to contact him.”

Her eyes light up. “Wow, really?? But that’s super expensive!”

“Says your father,” she scoffs with soft laughter. “We can afford it. And anyways, I’d hate to see you miserable the whole trip.”

“That’ll be perfect!” she says, throwing her arms tight around her mother. And although she can’t see her face, Connie knows from the reassuring solidness of their embrace that every bit of the love she has for her is returned in full. “Thanks, Mom,” she whispers, her anxious heart finally finding a glimmer of peace.

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Prove me wrong

Bucky x reader

Warnings: smut, cocky Bucky, definitely 18+

A/N: Smutty one shot thing (this was supposed to be a short drabble, HA!). For the record, I know plenty of women can’t find pleasure through only penetration and there is nothing wrong with that at all; do what you need to do for you, ladies! Just needed something for cocky ass Bucky to challenge her on and that popped in my head.

Gif not mine, credit to owner

“What I’m saying is, you men have it so easy in terms of sex,” you slurred slightly, gesturing wildly at the group of Avengers seated around the room. “We women really get the short end of the stick.”

“Sometimes literally!” Nat called out with a devious grin.

“Care to run that by me again, sweetheart?” Bucky asked from across the sofa, his own voice not unaffected by the copious amounts of alcohol the whole team had enjoyed tonight.

“You, all of you,” you said as you turned to face him, your arm grabbing the back of the couch for support while your body leaned unintentionally in towards him, “you just get up, get off and go. You have no idea what it’s like for us!”

“I’m thinking this is one of those times when we just smile and nod, Buck,” Steve suggested wryly from his seat near the pool table.

“Don’t patronize me, flag boy!” you snapped.

Steve chuckled and held up his hands. “On that note, I think I’ll call this a night. Be good, Y/N, I know that you love me really. Bucky, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and don’t do anything that Tony would do.”

You watched as the super soldier made his way out of the room with only the slightest falter to his step. Obviously, Steve had not had nearly as much to drink as you had. Why were you yelling about sex again?

“So tell me, Doll,” Bucky said, reclaiming your attention. “Why is it so hard for women?”

“Look, men are basically guaranteed an orgasm, right? You shove your cock somewhere nice and soft, thrust a couple of times and wham, bam, thank you ma’am, you’re all blissed out. I, like many women, do not reach orgasm through just penetration. That means that while you have achieved nirvana and are ready for a nap, I have to find a way to stimulate other areas in order to join you in happy town.”

Seriously, why were you talking about this with Bucky? Bucky, the cute, blue-grey eyed, quiet, man of mystery that you had been crushing on since he moved into Avengers Tower several months ago. Sure, you were friends with the guy but you had never talked about anything like this before. No doubt it had to do with your recent breakup and the incredible sexual frustration you had been building throughout that entire relationship. Those ingredients plus hormones and alcohol had mixed in your bloodstream to form a poison cocktail: it had killed all your filters and left you a rambling mess.

“Are you saying that you can’t achieve orgasm through penetrative sex or that you haven’t yet?” Bucky asked, cocking his head to the side slightly as he studied you.

“Same thing.”

“Not the same thing at all, sweetheart. Haven’t just means a man hasn’t done his job correctly yet.”

You stared back at Bucky, blinking stupidly. Was your brain so foggy because of the beer or because of the way that he was looking at you?

“See, I’m thinking we may need to do a little experiment, sweetheart,” Bucky suggested, his voice dipping lower as he moved down the sofa to be closer to you. His metal arm came up to brush against your arm on the back of the couch, the smooth cold of his touch instantly raising goosebumps along your skin, and you turned your head to look at it, perplexed by this new development.

“What do you mean?”

“I could get you off through only penetration.” His tone was matter of fact, not a hint of bragging to it, as though he was just stating the obvious.

“Bullshit,” you challenged without thinking.

A large smirk broke out across his face. “That’s what I thought you’d say. So let’s test that theory.”

The wheels of your mind were turning incredibly slowly. “As far as I can see...there’s only one way to do that.”

“Yup,” he agreed with another cocky smirk. “I can only think of one way too.”

“Why don’t you tell me what your thought process was and then I’ll see if it matches my thought process,” you said slowly, not wanting to embarrass yourself if you had somehow misread the situation.

“Well, first, we need to wait until you’re sobered up. You have to be sober so that you can give consent to test the theory, obviously. Plus, I wouldn’t want alcohol to interfere with any results. So I figure, we let you get a good night’s sleep and then tomorrow, I come and fuck you so good, you realize just how wrong you were.” Bucky finished speaking and gave you a charming smile, the kind of smile that would sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman wearing white gloves in 100 degree heat.

You blinked at him stupidly in response. Even without the alcohol turning your brain to mush, you would not have been able to think straight. Not with Bucky’s voice, so low and tempting, speaking to you like this as his eyes seared into your own, burning more brightly than any star in the sky.

“What do you think about that, doll? Sound like a plan?”

“Umm...yes?”

“Good,” Bucky said with a triumphant smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Oh, and, don’t be alarmed when I stand up...talking about this with you has had an affect on me.”

You continued to blink at him stupidly, all ability to speak having left you. The sight of Bucky’s pants pulled taut over a straining erection when he stood to leave the room did nothing to help you recover your powers of speech and you sat on the couch for a long time after he had left the room, wondering what had just happened and more importantly, what was going to happen tomorrow.

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The knock on your door came as you were towel drying your hair after your shower. It wasn’t early morning, there was no way that you were going to be getting up early after last night’s escapades, but you had only abandoned your bed about 30 minutes ago. As you looked over at the door in response, a shiver ran along your back. You hadn’t been able to get a good night’s sleep because of the way your mind kept returning to Bucky and his promises. Were you scared or excited? It seemed like a mixture of both. Now you felt frozen at just the idea that the man of your fantasies from the last several months could be waiting for you, just outside the door. Would he remember the conversation from last night? Would he still want to prove you wrong?

“You in there, Doll?” Bucky’s voice called from the hallway. “I got coffee.”

Walking over to the door you took a deep breath to steady yourself and tried to stop your hands from shaking. Coffee wasn’t anything new; Bucky often brought you coffee to start the mornings before training. He was especially good about it if you had had a late night the night before.

“Morning Buck,” you said pleasantly, opening the door and moving out of the way so that he could come in.

The man was a vision of perfection: long, dark strands of hair framing his face where they had come loose from the bun at the back of his head, bright blue-grey eyes with just a hint of a crinkle around the edges, perfect, plump lips already curved into a smirk and just a hint of dark stubble along a jawline so sharp it would probably cut glass better than any diamond in the world. To complete the sublime view, Bucky carried a tray with coffee and brunch for both of you.

“Hey, Doll. I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry so I brought some stuff just in case.”

“You know me,” you tried to play it cool as you closed the door and turned to find him sitting on your bed. “I’m always ravenous.”

“Sure, just didn’t know if it was gonna be food you were in the mood for.” Bucky’s smirk grew larger and his eyes darkened slightly. Oh, shit. He definitely remembered.

“Uh, I, uh-”

The man on your bed gave a low chuckle and held out a cup for you. “Relax, sweetheart. I know you were a little drunk last night. No hard feelings if you don’t want to test that theory of yours anymore.”

“It’s not really a theory. I mean, a theory is just a belief, an assumption. This is a fact, Buck. I’ve never had an orgasm just by having sex.” Your face heated as you spoke and you had to look down and drink a big gulp of your coffee. Bucky’s eyes had never strayed from you. Why hadn’t you just laughed it off and let the whole thing go?

“You’ve never had sex with me, sweetheart.”

It rankled you that he kept challenging you and his refusal to believe you was just enough to egg you into continuing the conversation.

“Not yet, anyway...” he added with another smirk.

“Alright,” you lifted your chin defiantly, your gaze meeting his. “so prove me wrong then. Penetration only. That means no hands wandering down to rub my clit or vibrating cock rings, you know.”

Another dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as he shifted slightly on the bed, his pupils now dominating his once bright eyes. “I don’t need gadgets to do my job for me, Y/N.”

“Get over here and do it then,” you challenged.

Bucky moved the tray off of your bed, setting it on the nearby dresser before coming towards you. You could feel your blood racing under the skin along every inch of your body; it suddenly felt as though all your life the world had been colored in sepia and Bucky had just turned on the technicolor. Everything was brighter, more vivid and more real. Just watching as the handsome man moved towards you like quicksilver was enough to make your chest heave with irregular breaths. The closer he came to you, the more alive you felt. He stopped walking with about a foot left between your chests and placed a hand on either side of your waist; one warm and soft the other cool and smooth, they easily found the edge of your shirt and slipped just underneath, brushing against your already over heated skin.

“You sure, doll?” Bucky dipped his head slightly so that he was on an eye level with you.

You nodded dumbly, staring deeply into his lust blown eyes.

“I need to hear you say it, Y/N.” Bucky brought his flesh hand up to run his thumb along your jaw bone. “Tell me that you want me, doll.”

“I want you.”

It came out as a ragged whisper but the words had hardly left your lips before Bucky’s mouth crashed against yours, hot and needy. The space between your bodies was gone, he was pressed as close to you as he could possibly be without actually being inside of you, the hand on your jaw angling your face towards his. His head tilted slowly, finding the perfect position to devour your lips from while his metal hand gripped onto your hip and held you steady. Your blood thundered in your ears as your own hands reached out to him, one wrapping a fist into the soft material of his t-shirt, the other reaching back to tangle into his hair. So much for keeping it tied back in a bun. As you tugged against his silky locks gently, Bucky let out a low moan, the vibrations causing your lips to tingle.

“Damn, doll,” he gasped, breaking away to catch his breath. “A guy could get used to being kissed like that.”

Without giving you a chance to reply, Bucky leaned in to kiss you again, this time more slowly. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled gently causing you to whimper. You could feel him smirking against your lips as he pressed light pecks over them, trailing down to reach your jawline.

“I think it’s about time to get you out of these clothes, Y/N,” he murmured against your skin in between smoothing kisses along your neck.

It’s hard to say which of you was more surprised by what happened next. Bucky had been thoroughly in control of this encounter from the moment he walked in the room but without any warning, your body took over, acting purely on impulse and driven by desire. The hand that had been wrapped in his hair jerked down to his t-shirt and with a sharp pull you found that each of your fists clenched around a long, jagged piece of fabric. Bucky looked down at his ruined shirt and bare chest in shock but before he could say a word, you were on him again, your mouth claiming his as you pushed him back towards the bed. His knees hit the mattress and you both toppled on to it, your body coming to rest on top of his as his arms wrapped around you, hands splaying against your back and pulling you closer.

It was obvious from his response that Bucky didn’t mind you taking control. You could feel his bulge beneath you, rubbing against your clothed core, as he hummed happily against your mouth and rolled his hips tauntingly. His tongue darted out to gently caress your lips and you opened yourself to him, reveling at the way he licked over them before delving deeply into you, kissing you as no one ever had before. His hands found the hem of your shirt again and slid the material up, flesh and metal both raising goosebumps along your back as they pulled the garment away. You sat up, straddling him, and finished the job of removing your top, watching as his hungry eyes traveled over every inch of newly revealed flesh. He stared at you the way a man dying of thirst stares at a glass of water. His metal hand sat on your hip, his thumb making small circles on the flesh above your waistline, while his flesh hand got busy exploring. He pressed his palm to your stomach and agonizingly slowly slid it upwards, traveling along the valley between your breasts before smoothing his fingers along your collar bone. Desperate for his hands to be on you, you reached back and unclasped your bra, letting the material fall to the ground with a soft thump.

For a long moment, Bucky simply laid beneath you and basked in your beauty. He had been dreaming about this for far too long to not enjoy the moment. In what felt like the most profound understatement, Bucky purred out, “Well, aren’t you just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, Doll?” before dragging his hand down to capture your breast. Your head fell back as Bucky went to work, his hand groping and kneading one side as he sat up to press kisses on the other. A harsh gasp was sucked between your teeth as he bit your tender flesh, marking you slightly before sucking and kissing the angry skin soothingly.

“Bucky, please,” you whined. Your nipples were hard peaks and he seemed to be pointedly ignoring them, both his hand and his mouth circling around them but never making contact.

“Mhmm?”

“Teasing me wasn’t part of the deal,” you panted, one of your hands wrapping into his hair again.

In the blink of an eye, the former soldier had flipped you onto your back in the bed, his body fit snugly between your legs as he hovered over you. Looking up at you from under his dark lashes, Bucky smirked and then lowered his head, capturing one nipple and sucking harshly on it while flicking the other with his thumb nail. Your body was writhing beneath him, unclear words and curses falling in a nonstop string from your lips. You had never considered yourself particularly sexual and didn’t think that your breasts were very sensitive, but under Bucky’s care you could already feel pleasure coiling tightly in the pit of your stomach.

Moving slowly, Bucky drifted his lips across your chest, pressing soft kisses over your skin until his mouth reached the opposite nipple. His free hand began to snake down your body, expertly finding the closure on your pants and undoing them as he rasped his teeth over the hard bud. He didn’t bother to remove your clothing yet, choosing instead to simply slip his flesh hand inside the fabric, his warm fingers rubbing almost tenderly over you. You half expected him to plunge his fingers into you immediately but Bucky took you by surprise, his hand moving slowly, brushing and rubbing against your slit.

“You’re still teasing me, James,” you groaned through gritted teeth.

Bucky responded to hearing you say his name with a low growl. He instantly moved down your body, pushing your pants and underwear away before coming to rest between your thighs. His shoulders were so broad that you had to open your legs as widely as possible, your wet core on full display before his eager eyes.

“Fuck, Doll,” he murmured in a voice so animalistic you had to fight down a shiver, “you’re even more perfect than I imagined you’d be.”

He began to press soft kisses to the inside of your thigh, one of his arms wrapping around your leg where it connected to your body and coming to rest with his hand just above your sex. The other hand reached out until it found one of yours, intertwining your fingers with his own in a gesture so loving you could swear that you felt your heart thump against your ribcage in a wild attempt to reach the man between your thighs. Your hips lifted off the bed, searching for contact and eliciting a low chuckle from Bucky. He knew what you wanted. Moving slowly, the former soldier traced his mouth along the soft skin of your thigh, his stubble tickling against you until his face was positioned at the apex of your legs. You looked down to see his bright eyes shining up at you as he lowered his head and flattened his tongue against you, stroking a long, rough lick from your entrance up to flick against your clit.

“Bucky!” you cried on a wild moan.

He repeated the action, pressing a kiss against your bundle of nerves when he reached it this time. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

“This doesn’t- this doesn’t count,” you panted. “You said- ugh...you said penetration only.”

Bucky sucked your bud between his lips briefly before releasing you with a smirk. “I can’t just shove myself into you, Y/N. Christ, what kind of losers have you been fucking?” He chuckled darkly and lapped his tongue against your folds again. “I have to get you ready to take my cock first. Get you nice and wet so that you can stretch enough to fit me. Consider this a control study; we know you can have an orgasm and now I’m gonna give you one to demonstrate that.”

True to his word, Bucky went to work. His tongue pressed between your folds, dipping deeply into you as his fingers began to circle against your clit in a demanding rhythm. Your hips rose to meet him as your free hand tangled in his hair, holding his face to your body. He kissed and licked and sucked at you as though he would never be able to get enough. His mouth took the place of his fingers, covering your aching clit while his hand moved to hold you down. As you tugged against his hair, he let out a feral groan that vibrated against you and pushed you over the edge. With a moan of his name and several unintelligible words, you felt the tight coil inside you snap, your walls spasming and legs trembling with the shocks of pleasure coursing through your body.

“That’s it, Doll,” Bucky whispered tenderly, still pressing kisses to your heated flesh as you began to go limp while coming down from your high. “Damn, Y/N, you are so fucking amazing.”

Unable to think of anything else to say, you simply panted, “you still haven’t proved me wrong, James.”

He let out a dark chuckle and moved off the bed, shedding his remaining clothing and grabbing a condom from the brunch tray he had brought along. Your head fell to the side as you kept your eyes fixated on him, your entire body feeling like mush after your recent release. Every piece of him was coiled muscle so it shouldn’t have surprised you that he was packing major length and girth below the belt. His skin shone slightly with a light sheen of sweat and your eyes traced every line of his abdomen before returning to the thick cock that was standing proudly as he rolled the latex over it. Bucky caught you staring and smirked again, knowing what was to come. He crawled up the bed, his eyes never leaving yours and began kissing you again, slowly, as his weight pressed you back to the bed. You could feel the tip of him brushing against you with each shift of his hips and it was driving you crazy with desire.

“Damn it, do you ever stop teasing?!” you huffed angrily as he moved his hips away from you again.

“Alright, Y/N,” he said with another light kiss to your lips. “No more teasing.”

He reached down to align himself with your opening, unable to resist rubbing his cock along your wet slit once more as he did so. You hissed sharply as he began to push into your tight core.

“You ok, Doll?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth, holding himself still with just his engorged head inside your lips.

To be honest, Bucky was almost too big. Even having this small piece of him inside you was causing a burning pain as your body tried to adjust to the intrusion, but that was why he had taken his time with his mouth earlier. You were still so wet and stimulated that after several moments the pain shifted to a kind of deep pleasure.

“More,” you begged, your nails biting into the soft flesh of his back as you tried to pull him closer.

Happy to oblige, Bucky slid a bit deeper into you, kissing you softly and watching your face for any sign of distress. Your head tipped back at all the new sensations you were feeling. You had never really understood why sex toys were made with veins and ridges until this exact moment. As Bucky sheathed himself fully within you, shivers ran along your skin in response to the rub and throb of the protruding veins along his thick shaft. He held himself in you, feeling how tightly you were wrapped around him and sucked soft kisses into the flesh of your neck, waiting for you to be ready. You had never felt so filled, so stretched, and although it hurt slightly, the pain was covered by the pleasure of the wet suction of Bucky’s lips on your skin, the feel of his cold metal arm at your waist, the brush of his warm fingertips against your cheek.

“I need you, Bucky,” you mewled softly, feeling his body tense in response to your words.

Moving slowly, Bucky began to draw himself out of you again, the feeling of each vein and ridge rubbing against your soft walls setting your nerves on fire. He pulled almost all the way out before plunging back into you with a low groan.

“Damn, Doll, you’re so tight and soft...you feel so amazing.” Each compliment he showered on you was accompanied by a thrust and roll of his hips. “I just want to worship your body for the rest of my life.”

“Bucky, I-I,” you were panting heavily, taken aback at the way your muscles were tensing and the pressure that was coiling deep within you. “Shit, it’s never been like this!”

With lithe ease, Bucky rolled you over so that you were on top, still buried deeply between your legs. He began thrusting his hips up manically as you moved to straddle him and you let out a near scream of pleasure. The new angle allowed his large head to hit repeatedly against a spot inside you no one had ever found before.

“I know, Doll. It’s never been like this because it’s never been with me. You were wasting your time with those fucking losers who don’t have any idea how to treat you.” Bucky was panting and ramming himself into you, his hands on your hips to allow him to sink as deeply as possible. You were nearly insensate with lust, your fingers clawing at his chest as he continued to pound into you. “You were made for me, Y/N. No one else compares to you. I love being inside you; I’ve been waiting for this since the day we met.”

“Bucky, Bucky, please, I’m gonna-” you whimpered, biting your lip and tipping your head back.

“Cum for me, Doll. Please, cum for me. You look so beautiful when you orgasm.”

With a snap and a roll of his hips, Bucky sent you over the edge, your body shaking wildly as your walls clenched around him and all your muscles contracted. A few tears leaked from your eyes as you gasped and moaned his name over and over again. The feeling of you tightening around him and the gorgeous look of bliss that came over you was almost enough to make Bucky cum right on the spot but the former soldier held on, riding you through your pleasure before suddenly rolling your bodies again to place himself on top. Staring deeply into your surprised eyes, Bucky reached down and grabbed one of your legs, hitching it up so that it rested against his shoulder.

“You’ve got one more in you, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked sweetly, leaning down to brush his lips against yours as he resumed thrusting into you. Your body answered the question for you, tension beginning to build again. Now that Bucky had proven his point, he felt free to explore your entire body and his hand reached down to where you were connected, stroking and rubbing insistently against your clit in rhythm with his hips.

“Oh, god...JAMES!” You knew at the volume you had just called his name there would not be a single person in the tower who was unaware of what was happening. You also didn’t care.

“Doll...Y/N!” Bucky had become a panting mess, his hair sticking to his sweaty face as he slammed his hips against you like a man possessed. Watching you come undone for the third time under him was too much and he came with a groan of your name which he muffled against your lips.

It took a long moment before either of you could move, your bodies too overwhelmed by pleasure. Eventually, Bucky drew your leg back to your side and slid himself languidly out of you, chuckling when you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He moved his weight off of you, pressing his body to your side and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“How’d I do at proving you wrong, Doll?” he teased lightly.

“Well, technically, you did but it was only 1 out of 3. Not a great ratio,” you quipped back.

He chuckled darkly and pressed his lips to your temple. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time, Y/N.”

“Next time?”

“Hell yes, Doll. I told you, you were made for me. You’re the only one I want. I’ve spent months waiting for you; I’m not letting you go now that I have you. And I think I just did a pretty great job of proving I was made for you too, Y/N.” He lifted a hand to your chin, turning your face so that he could look into your eyes which were suddenly feeling a little misty. “Oh, and by the way, it just so happens that I love you.”

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That one crappy 7 page angsty Saiouma fic NOBODY asked for (vague mentions of suic*de i guess???)

It was just another day.

Another day in which the unstoppable Supreme Leader of Evil™ was bawling his eyes out.

Kokichi didn't know why he was crying, he just was. Who am I kidding, of course he knew why he was crying, but this wasn't a common occurrence. The small, purple-haired male knew his mental stability was slowly deteriorating and falling away into nothing, but he still kept up his act of being the unbreakable and strong leader. Nobody understood that he just *had* to keep up this facade; it was the only thing keeping him from feeling even more emotionally vulnerable than he already felt. He hates it, he hates everything and everybody. He hates his parents, he hates his classmates, everybody.

He hated how they let him suffer. He hated how they never asked if he was okay. He hated how nobody cared. He hated that he was treated like he didn't matter. He hated that everybody hated him, so he had to act like the actual villain. Kokichi knew nothing was his fault, he tried telling himself that every single day. His inner voice chanting things like It's not your fault. They're just messed up people. You're a good person. It's not your fault. But now...he just felt like he was lying to himself. He made them hate him. The Supreme Leader of Evil™, Kokichi Oma, made everybody hate him. Why? Because he sucked.

He was weak and frail, too kind for his own good. He was taken advantage of. And that's why people hated him in the past. Now, he's become stronger. Stronger in a sense of hiding your true feelings behind fake confidence, malice, and lies. Now that's why people hated him now. He is no good, messed up, stupid, unworthy of forgiveness, and a liar. That was the part people hated about him so, so much.

His lies. He lied so much that it made people assault him multiple times before, but he always got back at them with his petty nature, often succeeding. People hated how he always got his way, no matter what. And his way was what most people call "bad". That his way was the worst way humanly possible.

Kokichi sniffled, “...This...this is what you wanted right? For people to hate you? Stop being a baby and man up. You chose to be this way, you chose to be the villain. You made this decision on your own. Don't go crying over how you're all sad and lonely and unloved. You are a nuisance, and you will always be a nuisance. You stupid, low-life liar.”

His tone gradually became more and more angry each letter he spit out, “You're so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Continue how you are! Nobody will ever love you and nobody will ever help you. You're happiest this way,” his voice was wavering, “Y-You're happiest this way. Nobody...Nobody will ever mistreat you ever again. You're so smart. The greatest!”

Kokichi chuckled a bit, until he started laughing as loudly as he could. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA AAAAAAA! NEE-HEEHEE...HEE...Hee...hee...heh…” The boy started breaking down into tears again, shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't help it. Today was the worst.

“Try to catch me if you can, Harumaki-chan!! Maki-Roll! Harukawa-san!! Maki-chan! Nee-heehee!” Kokichi ran as fast as he could around the school, hiding in every place possible. His small frame was handy after all, being 5 '1 AND 19 (almost 20) had its perks. Why was he running from the female assassin, you may ask? Well the answer was simple.

He stole her promise ring. Only because they had a rivalry going on. Definitely not because he was jealous of Maki Harukawa finding a person she loved and not him (Spoiler alert: he was jealous because of that!). He spotted the boys’ locker room, clearly having a chance to hide and rest before moving on, he ran inside. He stopped running once he entered the boy's locker room. He tried to take in as much air as he could quietly and started to regulate his breathing. He looked around. ‘Hm...it's empty in here. That's weird.’ Kokichi held back a chuckle as he decided to hide in one of the lockers. Yes, he was that small. Once he was fully inside and in a comfortable position, he covered his mouth with his left hand, breathing quietly through his nose, and used his right hand to fish for the ring in his pocket. The moment he set his hands on it, he felt around in his other pocket for his phone. He hadn't had a good look at it since he basically stole it and got caught by the one and only Maki Harukawa. He turned on his phone and shined the brightness onto the ring, it was gorgeous in every single possible way a ring could be. It was a golden ring, with leaves and vines engraved on it, leading up to the gem. It was a crimson-colored gem, Kokichi assumed it was a ruby, he wasn't good with jewels at all. The ruby complimented the whole entire ring, making it 10000× more beautiful. On the perimeter of the ring were white, clear gems. Kokichi assumed that they were diamonds.

On the inside was a sentence. The engraved words said, “Forever mine, Kaito Momota”. Kokichi almost felt bad. Almost. This was a very pretty ring. ‘For a very ugly girl.’ Kokichi snickered at his butthole-eyness. It was very classic, but it never gets old. He looked down at the ring and decided that he should return it to Maki as soon as possible. He always returned the things he stole from his classmates, but this one was urgent. He had return it ASAP. He didn't know why he felt like he had to, maybe it was because he felt a bit of compassion for his arch nemesis. Or maybe because he felt he was stealing a symbol of love. Kokichi didn't know. He smiled, Kaito really loved her. Even though Kaito was always at his neck for things he did, Maki and Kaito made a cute couple. Kokichi would've felt horrible if something like this happened to one of his real-life OTPs. Kokichi sighed contently and exited the locker.

Once he got out, he stretched his petite body. He was sure he hadn't been in there for long, but his limbs were kind of stiff. But the thing is, he was there for a long time. He just lost track of time. He walked out of the locker room, only to see a raging Kaito sprinting towards him. ‘Well shit.’ Once Kaito caught up to him, he slapped the Kokichi.

Kokichi stumbled back a few steps and looked up at the male, hand touching where he slapped him. The smaller boy started grinning. “Well...that was different from your usual punch. What's the hold up, Momo-kun? Kaito? Hero?”

Kaito clenched his teeth, “You know what I want. So give it to me. Now!”

This was unusual for Kaito. He would usually be more reckless and loud, but this time...the rage was quietly emitting off of him. The negative energy present, even in a 50-mile radius. Kokichi felt nervous, but he didn't show it. The purple-haired fetus put on a bored expression, “Geez, fine, here's the stupid ring.” He flung it at his chest, the gem reflecting the sun beautifully. Man, Kokichi was *super* jealous. “What does it matter anyway? You guys are probably gonna get divorced or whatnot, so why promise something that might not happen? Hey, where's Maki anyway? I'm surprised she isn't here,” he gasped dramatically, “Is she scared of me? O-Omigod. Score-!”

“Shut up.” Kaito stared at Kokichi, his purple eyes glowing. Like Maki's, but Maki's is way more intense. “You have no idea what you've done, do you even know how important that ring is to the both of us? No, you don't. Why? Because you don't have anybody to love, and nobody to love you back. Isn't that right, Kokichi?”

Kokichi's bored expression didn't falter. Moments later, it turned into a huge grin. He was so good at acting like nothing phased him at all. “Aw, Kaito! Your words are pathetic! A Supreme Leader of Evil™ doesn't need or want anybody to love them, or anybody to love! Oh my GOD, you're so dumb! Look,” he chuckled, “you already have the ring. Go back to your little Harumaki or whatever. You're wasting my precious time!” he stomped his right foot onto the ground, smirking smugly as he looked Kaito in the eyes. “Read my lips. I. Don't. Care.”

Kaito exhaled deeply, trying to not beat the other boy until he's dead. “...I'll see you later, Kokichi.” He walked off leaving a grinning Kokichi alone.

Once Kokichi was sure Kaito left, and more importantly, that he was alone, he sighed sadly. His grin turned into a frown, and his once confident pose turned into an insecure slouch. No, he was not going to cry right now, not today, not ever. Crying is for the weak, you can’t cry! Kokichi Oma, the Supreme Leader of Evil™, cannot cry! The people who look up to your evil cannot see this act of weakness. It’s pathetic, and a supreme leader is not pathetic! Kokichi Oma is not pathetic! Kokichi told himself this for the remainder of the day, before he came home from school. Those words that came out of Kaito’s mouth really hurt him. He had never expected someone like...like Kaito to tell him that he was basically unloveable. It only further proved to him that his entire existence was a mistake. It should be erased. Nobody needs someone like himself in this world. He only causes problems and...and he doesn’t deserve love. He doesn’t deserve life. He is just a waste of space. A waste of life. His life is meaningless. He only brings despair and all those negative feelings into the world, so why should he exist? Why should people like him exist?

Kokichi Oma deserves to die.

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Kokichi took several deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm himself. He didn’t need nor want to be in this emotional state so he tried breathing exercises. It didn’t work, he relapsed into, once again, ugly sobbing.

“Why…? Why? Why am I like this?! What did I do to deserve this? Maybe it’ll just be better if I just die.”

Little did he know, a certain navy blue-haired male was listening on the other side of the wall, devastated at the state his neighbor was in. Their apartment walls were thin, and Shuichi Saihara was Kokichi Oma’s next-door neighbor. Shuichi was just enjoying his evening tea and reading one of his new mystery novels he picked up at the bookstore, when he heard quiet sobs from the wall. He ears were immediately fixated on the sobs, but he didn't know if he should comfort the boy next door or not, so he kept quiet and tried to focus on his novel, but he couldn’t. The sobbing had gotten louder and louder, and even sentences started coming out. Shuichi felt very uncomfortable. Then it stopped for a few moments, shaky breaths and little hiccups resounding in his bedroom. After those moments, Kokichi started to cry even louder than before. ‘I can’t just leave him alone…he’s obviously hurting! I have to help him in any way I possibly can! Maybe talking through the wall might help...since his sobs are so prominent…’

Shuichi bookmarked the page he was on and scooted over to the wall the sobs were most prominent. He was a little reluctant to speak, he didn't know how to comfort the other person. Once he had fully prepared himself, he spoke. “Hello? Do you need somebody to talk to?” Shuichi spoke like he was doing a school or work presentation.

The sobbing abruptly stopped, the person’s breathing was still uneven and little hiccups could be heard. Shuichi fidgeted. Was this a bad idea? Probably. Some people get nervous and anxious around new people. It was quiet for a moment until a weak, hoarse voice called out.

“Am I going crazy? Oh god, no. I don’t want a voice inside my head! Not now, not ever! Go away, you stupid voice!”

The vulnerability and harshness of the voice startled Shuichi for a second, then he spoke up. “I’m not a voice inside your head, I’m your neighbor. My name’s Shuichi Saihara. I want to help you. I heard you...crying on the other side of the wall. Today was horrible, wasn’t it?”

Kokichi stayed quiet for a moment. He was caught! Oh, the embarrassment he has to deal with later! But for now, he didn’t care. He wanted and needed anything to make him feel better.

“Kokichi Oma. My name is Kokichi Oma.”

Shuichi recognized that name. It was the name of the person Maki and Kaito hated so much. They said he had no sympathy, no true emotions, and that he couldn’t genuinely cry. That Kokichi Oma was heartless. Shuichi never believed that, and he definitely doesn’t believe that now. This Kokichi Oma was crying. Sobbing.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Kokichi. So...let’s start with the basics. What happened today that made you feel the way you feel right now?”

Kokichi shifted into a more comfortable position, and leaned a bit closer to the wall. His bed wasn't touching the wall, so it would've been impossible to touch it without falling over. “Well, I deserve to feel this way. I took my arch nemesis’s promise ring. I know, a pretty shitty move if you ask me. Well anybody, really. I knew it was a shitty move. I have to be the villain after all. Don’t pretend you didn’t know what I said to myself before you butted in, I know you heard it. These walls are so hopelessly thin,” Kokichi frowned at the thought. Somebody just had to hear him sobbing his little heart out. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. “Anyway...I do a lot of unnecessary things. Like stealing, teasing, just to make people hate me. So I stole her promise ring. Then her boyfriend found me, I guess he already knew I took it so he got scarily mad and ordered me to give it back to him. I did, but I threw it at his chest. Classic Kokichi move. I basically told him that they were probably gonna get divorced or break up anyway so it wouldn’t matter in the long run,” Kokichi yawned, all this crying made him kind of sleepy. “He got mad and then told me that basically nobody loves me. And he couldn’t be any more right then. I, being me, told him that he was stupid for thinking that was an insult because I don’t need anybody to love or anybody to love me. But his words stuck with me. It made me think about my whole life from beginning to end. How I was abused, to the bullies at school, to my parents, even the rest of my family. Nobody has ever shown me genuine love and genuine patience. Even now they don’t. I put up this front so I couldn’t be hurt anymore...but everything hurts so much. I can’t take it anymore, Shuichi. I can’t!”

“It's okay, Kokichi. Cry it out, I know you're holding your sobs. Everything will be fine within time, it's okay to cry. It's okay to feel vulnerable at times. It's okay. Let it all out,” Shuichi said in the most melodic and comforting tone he could muster, hoping and praying it would help the other male in the slightest.

It was silent for a moment, before he heard soft whimpers. Soft whimpers turned into crying, crying turned into sobbing, and sobbing turned into ugly sobbing. Shuichi swore he could feel the other boy's body shaking and fidgeting. He could feel it.

“I...I just don't know if I can k-keep on d-doing this, S-Shuichi. I've been lying a-and p-pranking and doing this and that for a-a-all these years and just look at me! I'm not e-even an o-o-ounce stronger than I was before. I'm j-just as w-weak, but now I can hide it better. Nothing changed.”

Shuichi just listened to the other male. The broken sobs escaping Kokichi's mouth almost made him cry, but he had to stay strong. Kokichi seemed like the person who didn't want their feelings affecting themselves and others, so he'd just have to cry later.

Kokichi continued, “I'm just the same. They were right. I have no place in this world. I'm not worthy of anything,” he got quiet, his shaky breaths the only thing Shuichi could hear.

“No, that's wrong! I may not know you that well, but I know damn well that you do have a place in this world, and you ARE worthy of things! You are worth more than you think you do. I can't really say anything about your personality, because I don't know much,” Shuichi voice softened, “but I know you're a very good person deep down. You're just troubled, is all. All you need is a loving environment. And that environment can start with me. I, Shuichi Saihara, will become your friend.”

The lilac-eyed male went silent. This stranger, he barely knows...wants to be his friend? Does he know what he's getting into? Being friends...with a liar like him. Can this stranger become any stupider? “...I don't think you want that…”

“I want it, I'm sure of it.”

“Plenty of people didn't want me in the first place. Why you?”

“Because I know you're a good person.”

“I'm not that great. I'm a nuisance.”

“No you're not. You are very great.”

“You barely even know me.”

“So?”

“So? You have no idea what I'm like normally.”

“But I know who you are on the inside, and that beats everything.”

“That's stupid.”

“No it's not.”

The two bickered on for a while, before Kokichi finally gave in. “Fine. Don't regret it.”

Shuichi smiled, “I won't.”

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Nightwing BTHB

X/Completed /// Fire/Requested /// Diamond/Next

Warnings: fear toxin, angst, normal DC things really. This one is actually pretty tame.

Prompt: Big Brother Instinct

Gosh, it's been awhile since I last tortured my boy Dick. I missed this.

-o-o-o-o-

Dick is screaming, writhing, begging for it to stop, begging for Bruce or Batman or someone to save him, oh God someone save him, make it stop, make it stop make it stop. Tears run down his face and his hands are constantly jerking and flexing against the velcro restraints as his fingers claw at the white blankets below him, there's red under his fingernails from when he had tried to claw his own eyes out.

Tim can hardly stand it, it feels like his heart has been ripped out and stomped all over. It should be him. It should be Tim in that room strapped down like an insane patient while Alfred and Bruce desperately try to find a cure for Scarecrow's newest fear toxin. That sniper was aiming towards Red Robin, not Robin, not Orphan, not Red Hood, not Nightwing. Towards him. It would have hit him if Nightwing hadn't suddenly pushed Tim out of the way. Tim remembers falling to the ground, scraping his elbows and knees, and turning to see a beautifully feathered dart sticking out of Nightwing's neck. It flashed in Tim's mind that colorful things usually mean dangerous, poisonous, but that flew from the forefront of his mind when Nightwing stumbled and paled, eyes wide.

"F-fear toxin," he had said.

He was fine for the first few minutes, only slightly shaking when Bruce sped in with the Batmobile. Halfway back towards the Batcave, Nightwing was panting and blinking way too much, tears were running down his face and his hands were white knuckled around his own arms. He accidentally referred to Bruce as "Tati" when Bruce asked him how he was doing and everyone knew that it was going to get worse from there. Nightwing considers Bruce a father, sure, but there is only one person who he calls that.

When they pulled into the cave, Hood and Orphan were both holding Nightwing down as he screamed and screamed and screamed, his fingers were bloodied and red, blood dripped down from his wide, terrified eyes.

"Stop!" Dick begs from the other room, his voice breaking at an octave higher than what it should be. Tim flinches and wishes, with a flash of guilt, that be could put a pair of headphones in right now. He needs to find where Scarecrow is and how he escaped Arkham without anyone noticing. Bruce has a strict no headphones in the Cave rule, that was set before Red Robin joined the cause when Jason missed the red alert one time because he was jamming out to Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy with his cool new iPod.

So no headphones, Tim is forced to listen to Dick tear his own vocal chords out in his fear.

Tim clicks on a link, then another, and another, Dick is reduced to sobs an hour in, oddly silent after another, then back to screaming. The toxin is harsh, working randomly, gifting Dick with moments of clarity and then ripping it away by showing him Harvey Dent and a baseball bat, or Mary and John falling to their deaths, or something else that Tim can't entirely guess. He hears a woman's name, Dick screams about her and sobs, something about Blockbuster's death. He struggles so hard against the restraints when he begins to wail about the Forever Evil disaster, about Luther, about a pill, about how he couldn't breathe.

Tim wishes Bruce would just knock him out. It's making it hard to work and it keeps pulling at the back of his head that he should be back there instead of Dick. Tim's probably the best off from his brothers, he came and went so quickly that he hardly had time to make enemies or make a name for himself. Scarecrow was in jail most the time, Joker was uninterested in killing another Robin quite yet, Poison Ivy or Ra's or any of the big leagues just didn't seem to want any big moves quite yet and most of Tim's career as Robin was spent dealing with normal people who wanted to get themselves rich in various unoriginal ideas before Damian came and he left to the Titans.

Dick's been through it all. He's been tortured by the hands of the Joker, he's been beaten half to death by Two-Face, he's been drowned and bound and kicked down and kidnapped and buried alive and so many other things that it isn't fair. It isn't fair that Dick is back to this and Tim is happily doing his sweet detective work without a scratch on his body. It should be Tim in there, screaming about the night his parents died or that one time Tim was almost killed or when he was held in captivity after he found out he was still alive, alone and scared and hardly able to move a foot in any direction, while all his family thought he was dead and no one is going to come for him.

His fingers hurt. He's found out nothing but that Scarecrow hasn't actually escaped from Arkham and that the toxin recipe was smuggled out to one of Scarecrows loyal henchmen. With that discovery, the Arkham doctors were informed and they gave him a slap on the wrist and moved him to a more secure cell in the prison.

And that's it. There's no actual recipe for the fear toxin, there's no identity for the henchman, there's nothing useful.

He hears movement behind him as he watches through the security cameras of the location Nightwing was shot for the fifth time in ten minutes. He doesn't turn to look, he knows it's Bruce back at the lab trying to figure out a cure for Dick's fear. Dick is silent, probably going through a more lucid few minutes, giving Alfred and Bruce time to try and cure him, to take blood samples without the needle missing or asking him how he's feeling and all of that.

There's clinking, chemicals being mixed together in silence. How long has it been? Almost twelve hours. The sun is probably reaching its highest point in the sky. Kids are probably going to school, people to work, life beginning to make noise. They don't know that one of their beloved heroes is living each and every one of his nightmares below Wayne Manor.

A hand falls onto Tim's shoulder and he almost jumps out of his skin. He spins around to see Jason standing there, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead from the recent removal of his helmet. He's smirking slightly, and Tim wonders how anyone could be even slightly smiling at a time like this.

"What did the computer ever do to you?" Jason asks and Tim frowns.

"What?"

"You're glaring at it like it peed in your root beer."

"First of all, that's a stupid thing to say, second of all, I'm not glaring."

Jason let's out a chuckles and there's a small whimper from where the medical ward is. Tim takes a deep breath and turns back to the computer. The screaming should start up again soon. Bruce swears and grabs whatever he is working on and sprints to the med bay.

"Hey, stop that," Jason says and Tim wants to groan.

"Stop what?"

"Copying me, I'm the one whose angry and annoyed all the time."

"Shut up," Tim growls and clicks on a new video link. He has to find the perp, find the recipe. Dick is breathing hard and Alfred is whispering comforts.

"Look," Jason says and he walks around the chair and literally sits on the keyboard of the computer.

"Dude!"

"Listen," Jason repeats and folds his arm across his chest. There's a continual "f" being typed into the computer and Tim wishes Jason would just get out of the way. "You're not the first one Dick took a hit for."

"Get off the computer," Tim hisses.

"He's done it for me, he's done it for Bruce, hell I bet he's done it loads of time for the demon spawn. I don't know about Cass though, but he probably has. That guy would jump in front of bullet for the dogs, Tim. So stop beating yourself up."

Tim remains silent, he can't find the words to say. He knows Jason is right, Dick has a… not a self sacrificing complex but a big brother complex. He thinks he should be the one to protect everyone, that he's the oldest and therefore he has to do everything in his power to make sure everyone is okay and happy and alive, no matter the cost, even if the cost is his own life and sanity. Though, just because Jason is right doesn't mean he's going to rise Jason's already high ego to tell him so.

Jason smirks anyway, taking Tim's silence as a victory. He jumps off the computer and folds his arm across his chest, looking down at Tim and Tim glares right back. Jason's smile only falters for a second when Dick suddenly let's out a terrified scream.

He clears his throat as Bruce yells something and Alfred snaps something back. It's clear that Jason is struggling just as much as Tim. Damian and Cass were both probably suffering as well, but Bruce had sent them back out into the city to look for leads. Tim remained back to do research and Jason because Bruce doesn't trust him outside in Gotham without Dick's or himself to supervise quite yet even though Jason, by all means, could leave right now if he wanted. Tim wonders why Jason is willingly staying.

Dick lets out a whimper, he's starting to beg, saying no, I'm sorry, he can't be dead, get off me, I'm poison, I'm scared, leave him alone, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, let me go, I don't want to die, Bruce IM SORRY, and Tim doesn't know that he's hyper focusing on those words until Jason snaps a finger in front of his eyes. Tim focuses on Jason's face, how it's tight and the smile is the furthest thing from loose and genuine.

"Here's what's going to happen," Jason says and Dick's voice breaks in the middle of another scream, "Alfred and Bruce are going to find the cure, Dick is going to calm down, Bruce and Alfred are going to give him a 30 to 45 minutes lecture, then he will let us in to see him. We will go in, and you'll jump into Dick's arms and tell him to never do that again and he'll smile stupidly and say no promises."

Tim reaches up to wipe at his eyes.

"He'll be okay," Jason says as Dick begs Alfred to not touch him and screams as they don't listen, "he always is."

-o-o-o-o-

"He wants to see you," Bruce says and Tim feels like he's going to melt into the chair. Finally, finally Cass and Damian found the henchman and got the recipe to the toxin (after beating the man within a half inch of his life, of course) and Bruce had finally managed to make a cure. It took an hour for Dick to stop crying out or sobbing and shaking, thirty minutes for Bruce to yell his ear off, fifteen for Alfred to give Dick that "I'm very disappointed in you" talk, and another hour for Dick to be left to rest.

All in all, it's been almost sixteen hours since Dick was shot with the dart. Sixteen hours filled with terror and tears and helplessness.

And finally, finally Tim is allowed to go into the med bay and check to see Dick is okay with his own eyes.

Tim stands from the couch. He had been moved upstairs for dinner a few hours before while Bruce remained down in the cave to make sure Dick was stable, they have been banned going down by Alfred's stern glare, not even Damian attempted to go back down after being caught trying to the first time.

Going down into the cave feels like Tim has been sucked into a horror movie. Doubts run in his mind and he can't even place them. It's just a constant anxiety mining at the top of his skull. That all flies away the moment Tim enters the med bay.

Dick's there, and he looks close to normal. His cheeks are red and his eyes are a bit puffy but his //smile, his smile is what makes him Dick. It's lopsided, showing off white teeth, crinkling the corners of his eyes. No one has a smile like Dick Grayson.

"Hey buddy," Dick says, his arms open wide, inviting, and Tim feels a pinprick of dejavu but he pushes that aside and runs into Dick's arms. Dick laughs and embraces Tim in a strong grasp. He's warm. Tim's face is wet.

"Don't ever do that again," Tim says, his voice shakes.

Dick laughs and ruffles Tim's hair. "No promises."

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