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[yanderestevenuniversewriting]

Could you do Steven headcannons?

I can't believe I'm just now getting to this- Sorry, anon, I know you sent this is like over a year ago-

You were childhood friends, so great for you- You have a trauma bond with him and Connie

He tells you stuff he would never tell Connie, because he doesn't think Connie would understand

He feels like he can talk to you without judgement

When he develops romantic feelings, he doesn't think they're different than his friendship feeling

But god, he loves when you smile and laugh

It warms something so sweet in him

When he does realize he likes you more than a friend and accepts the feelings, he's to scared to tell you

His fear of rejection overcomes his love for you

When his trauma really starts to get to him, he finds it hard to be around you

He shuts you out, because he doesn't want you to see him like that

"I feel like you're shutting me out," You exaggerate your hands, before point at him and then yourself, "And I don't even know why"

"It's nothing personal, Y/n"

It breaks your heart and you don't know how to get through to him

You'll try and talk to Connie [Bad idea] and she tells you you just need to give him time. [Yeah, you didn't want to do that, so you ignored her advice, even though technically that would have been the best thing to do]

You think about going to Pearl, but you know she'll probably say the same thing as Connie- So, you go to Garnet, because she can see the future

Expect, Garnet tells you that the best thing to do is let him come to you and you groan, which causes Garnet to laugh

"Not the answer you wanted?"

"Of course not. Thank you though, Garnet."

Garnet knows you're not going to take her advice, but maybe Steven needs someone to care enough about him to pull him back into reality

You try talking to Steven's dad, but that doesn't go well either. Steven's father is so out of touch with his son. You should of known better- Even though Mr. Universe is a good dad in his love, he's never there. You supposed it was complicated.

So, you go to the last choice- The one you were trying to avoid

Amythest

She's more than happy to help you. She doesn't give you words of comfort or anything, she's all about movement and action

You start to think you should of gone to her first, but this was a bad idea

You end up making Steven so angry, he yells at you

You're a little taken a back, but you finally back off

You give it a few days and he comes to you to apologize

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have yelled at you," He runs his hand through his hair, "It's just... Ugh, I don't know..." He looks over at you, a frown overtaking his face, "Difficult. I didn't mean it"

"I know. I shouldn't have tried to push you. I should have known better."

Thankfully you make up, but he still doesn't let you into what's going on

"You know, Steven, you can tell me anything"

"I know"

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SOME STAMPS & BLINKIES I MADE !!

[vintagegirl01]

To the New Year

Steven Grant x female reader

Summary: You have a crush on a certain Brit. Though, you haven’t worked up the courage to tell him how you feel. Will you be able to tell him how you feel before the year ends? Or will that certain Brit beat you to the punch?

A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, none of these stories necessarily take place in London. Though if you prefer it to take place there, that is completely fine. Now sit back and enjoy another one of my Steven Grant fics.

You and Steven are neighbors that have lived across from each other for a year now. In that time, the two of you have become extremely close from having dinner together to simply sharing book recommendations with each other. Despite the two of you having a huge crush on each other, neither have taken the steps to moving your relationship forward from friendship to more. Both fear that the other would reject them. Therefore, here you are on the morning of New Year’s Eve getting ready for a night alone when you hear a knock at the door.

Steven, adorned in his cozy sweater, his messy dark curls framing his warm features, knocked on the neighbor's door, a shy smile playing on his lips. He held a small bundle of flowers in his hands, the stems wrapped in a bit of tissue paper. He'd been wanting to talk to you for a while, but fear had held him back. However, it was New Year's Eve, and he was determined to finally make a move.

"Hey, neighbor. I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

You smile. “Not at all. Though I’m surprised you aren't still at work today, Steven.”

Steven chuckled, shifting the bundled-up flowers in his arms. He glanced up, his cheeks tinging a soft shade of pink.

"Well, I asked my boss for a day off since it's New Year's Eve. Thought maybe I could spend some time with you, especially since...", he paused, searching for the right words, his heart beating just a bit faster in his chest.

You heart twinged at the word “friend” for you know that is all you will be to the handsome, kind, Brit you’ve come to know and love.

You take the flowers from him and smell them. “These are beautiful, thank you. Though what’s the occasion?”

Steven watched as you took the flowers, his gaze fixed on your face. He noticed the brief flicker of disappointment in your eyes at the word "friend," and it only served to further confirm his suspicions. Nevertheless, he pressed on, deciding that tonight was the night he would finally express how he truly felt.

"No occasion, really," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "Just... wanted to do something nice for a friend."

The word "friend" hung in the air, and Steven's heart thumped in his chest.

You let him in as you begin putting flowers in a vase. You find some scissors to cut the stems to help fit the flowers. “What did you have in mind?”

Steven stepped inside, his gaze following you as you busily arranged the flowers. He leaned against the countertop, watching you with a mixture of nervousness and expectancy. He took a deep breath before answering your question.

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could just... hang out. You know, chat, watch some movies or something. I'm open to suggestions."

He fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater, his heart still pounding in his chest. He was hoping this would be the perfect opportunity to tell you how he felt.

“That sounds fun! We could order take out to that restaurant you introduced me to.”

Not only did you choose this restaurant to accommodate Steven's food needs as a vegan but you also found yourself liking some of the options that were offered.

Steven's face lit up at the mention of the vegan restaurant he'd introduced you to. He knew that it wasn't your usual kind of place, and the fact that you were willing to go there made his heart skip a beat. His lips curled into a soft smile.

"Yeah, that sounds perfect," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of relief. "I can call in the order if you'd like. Then we can just relax and chat for a bit before the food arrives."

“Perfect! Can you please order me that plate that you ordered the last time we ate there? I can’t remember the name but it was so delicious and actually filling.”

Steven chuckled softly, a warm smile playing on his lips. He was glad that you enjoyed the food he introduced you to.

"Of course, I remember the dish you're talking about. It's called the 'Vegan Buddha Bowl.' I'll make sure to add it to the order."

As Steven reached for his phone to make the call, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This evening was shaping up to be even more perfect than he had imagined. He wanted to enjoy every moment with you before finally confessing his true feelings.

_________________________________________

A few hours later….

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a soft golden glow. Soft music played in the background, the sound of laughter occasionally filling the air. The food from the restaurant had long been consumed, the empty dishes sitting on the coffee table. Steven and you were comfortably nestled on the sofa, engaged in a lively conversation.

Steven leaned back against the cushions, a content smile playing on his lips. He felt relaxed, yet his heart still fluttered nervously. He knew he had to seize this moment to tell you how he truly felt about you.

“Oh, Steven... Tonight’s been a wonderful New Year’s Eve. I’m so happy to have spent it with you.”

Steven's smile widened at your words, his heart swelling with warmth. He nodded in agreement, his gaze intently fixed on you.

"Me too. Spending the whole day with you has been the best way to end the year."

His eyes searched your face, his heartbeat quickening. The moment was perfect, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. It was now or never. It was time to tell you the truth.

You smile at him. “To think, in an hour we’ll be into a new year. Anything you’re hoping for this coming year?”

Steven's mind was still racing, his heart pounding. But he managed a small smile as he focused on your question. He leaned slightly closer to you, his eyes locking with yours.

"Actually, there is something I've been hoping for. Something that I've wanted for a while now."

His voice was slightly hoarse, filled with both excitement and nerves. The air around them seemed to crackle with anticipation as he carefully chose his next words.

“Oh, Steven…”. You take his hand into your own. “I’m sure whatever it is, you’ll get it because you’re such an amazing man. One of the best I know.

Steven's cheeks flushed at your words, his heart nearly bursting in his chest. Your touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he held your hand gently on his own. He swallowed nervously, his gaze locked with yours.

"Thank you," he said, his voice a mere whisper. "But... I don't know if you're right. You see, the thing I've been hoping for... It involves you."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say.

You look at him curiously. “What do you mean, Steven?”

Steven's heart thumped louder in his chest as he met your gaze head-on. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, his hand still holding yours, his thumb gently rubbing slow soothing circles into your skin.

He took a shaky breath, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

"I... I've been wanting to tell you this for a while now. And I think tonight is the perfect time. You see, I... I have feelings for you. It's more than friendship."

“Oh… it’s not hate, is it?”, you ask insecurely.

Steven's eyes widened in surprise at your question. "Hate?"

He shifted closer to you on the sofa, now holding both your hands in his and shaking his head quickly, his expression filled with disbelief.

"No! No, not at all. I could never hate you. I actually... I love you."

The words came out in a rush, filled with nervous anticipation as he waited for your reaction. His heart was pounding so loudly, he was almost sure you could hear it.

You look at him in wonder, trying to hold back the smile that wants to break across your face. “Steven, can you repeat that again?”

Steven swallowed, his mind racing, heart pounding. He tightened his grip on your hands, his eyes fixed intently on yours.

"I love you," he repeated firmly, his voice only a bit shaky. "I'm in love with you. I've been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I was afraid... afraid that you might not feel the same."

He held his breath, nervously awaiting your response.

You bring him in for a hug. “Oh Steven, I’m so happy you feel the same. For I too was afraid you wouldn’t share the love I have for you.”

A wave of relief washed over Steven as he sank into your embrace. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as his heart swelled with love. He couldn't believe that you felt the same, and the knowledge that you had been struggling with the same fears only made his heart feel even more full.

"You...you love me too?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and hope.

“How could I not be in love with you, Steven Grant? You’re intelligent, kind, and handsome.”

Steven's heart nearly leapt out of his chest at your words. He still couldn't believe this was actually happening. He held you tighter, feeling a surge of happiness and love. He leaned his forehead against yours, his breath a bit shaky.

"You...you think I'm handsome?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice, though a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

You giggled. “That’s what you got out of what I just said to you?”

Steven chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks slightly flushed. He pulled back slightly, his eyes still fixated on yours. He felt a bit embarrassed that he had focused on such a trivial part of your statement.

"Well, I... I suppose the other things are more important," he said, a soft smile on his lips. "But the fact that one of the most beautiful, smartest, and kindest people I know thinks I'm handsome... It's just..."

He trailed off, a small sigh escaping his lips as he gazed at you affectionately.

You touch his face sweetly. “It’s a minute until midnight, got anything you want to do?”

Steven's eyes fluttered closed as you touched his face. The feel of your fingertips sent a shiver down his spine, and he let out a soft sigh.

"As a matter of fact, I have one thing in mind that I want to do," he said, opening his eyes to meet your gaze.

He leaned in closer, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. The minutes were ticking away quickly to the new year, and there was only one thing he wanted to do in those last moments of the year they are currently in.

Steven's heart was pounding loudly in his chest as he drew closer to you. He let go of your hands, bringing his fingers up to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"Can I... can I kiss you?" he asked softly, his voice filled with a mix of hope and anticipation.

You nod, your lips meeting with his own.

Steven's mind went pleasantly blank as your lips met his. It was as if everything else faded away, leaving only the feel of your mouth against his.

The fireworks outside were nothing compared to the fireworks he felt within. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. Time seemed to stand still, the countdown from the outdoor revelers a faint background noise to the overwhelming connection he felt with you in that moment.

The moment you two finally pull away, you both look at one another with a loved up smile.

“Happy New Year’s, Steven.”

“Happy New Year’s, love.”

You both cuddle into each other as you two listen to the ambience of the fireworks that continue to ring outside.

Perfect start to the new year.

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[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 69

A/N : nice

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : okay so like- im kinda back into it?? college is going great and i think im out of my depression era so HEY GUYS!!!!!!

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, casper hart(OC) x reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, multiverse nonsense, nothing makes sense, making multiverse friends, bad words, reuniting, and then a call from casper, let me know if i missed anything

~~~

Saying incoherently, 'motherfucker- where am I now…?' You quickly look about, attempting to figure out where you are, while muttering to yourself. 

The enormous windows letting sunlight into the large room add to the luxury surroundings, which give the image of a sumptuous mansion. Your eyes linger on the immaculate couches, which appear to have been sat on very little, if at all.

Once you hear footsteps approaching, you become apprehensive and go quickly behind one of the soft furnishings. 

Out of sight, your heart thumping in the stillness, your pulse accelerating with every second. Your unexpected arrival in this opulent home is made more mysterious by the obvious tension in the air.

Looking out from where you are, you see a man entering the kitchen, which is connected to the living room where you are now standing. If you look attentively at him, you can see that he looks tired and worn out, which is confirmed when he carefully pours himself a drink at the counter. 

Your expression becomes confused when you see him turn around and hold the glass to his lips while sipping from it. 

A sardonic grin appears on your face as you imagine this figure to be someone you know, particularly your dads, but with a hilarious twist—somehow, like your father if he were to be bald.

A surprising scene unfolds in front of you as you stand in the peaceful calm of the moment, adding a lovely whimsical touch to the tense atmosphere that surrounds you. 

A rush of bewilderment swept over you as you furrowed your brows, filling your head with doubts about who the person in front of you was. There was an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach as you continued to wonder who you were actually staring at. 

But as soon as your eyes locked with his, you felt a tremendous wave of familiarity, and everything came to you with a startling clarity.

The world appeared to stop for a moment as he gave you the look in return, his eyes meeting yours with a fierce, unblinking intensity. 

You were immobile, your body almost automatically hiding behind the couch's protection, as though it were trying to escape the severity of what was happening to you.

Time seemed to have stopped, trapping you in that instant of realization and bewilderment, a precarious equilibrium between awareness and fear. 

Each detail was sharply engraved into your mind, belying the strange nature of the event, as the scene unfolded like a tableau. 

And you couldn't help but ponder about the ramifications of this unexpected encounter as you stayed motionless, concealed behind the couch.

He arched an eyebrow and said, "Now what are you doing here in my home, girly?" in a little suspicious tone. The puzzled look on your face grew deeper as he sipped his drink slowly, and you began to feel uneasy. 

You got to your feet gingerly, your palms up in a sign of submission, not knowing how to answer his surprise query in such a strange place.

As she looked about the room, she carefully remarked, "I don't mean to intrude," her words tinged with worry. 

The man said, "That's not what it looks like." Grinning subtly, he retrieved a stylish smartphone from his pocket and quickly dialed three numbers with well-honed accuracy. 

You exhale a long sigh of resignation and set out into the unknown depths of the next dimension.

~~~

After exhausting all other options, Jake and Layla spent the night in a nearby homeless shelter. The warm, compassionate vibes emanating from the very friendly women who worked there welcomed their weary eyes as they entered the institution. 

These kind hearted people embraced Jake and Layla, providing them with more than just short-term housing—they gave them hope at a period of uncertainty. 

In contrast to the chilly streets they had explored hours earlier, the women showed them to their own beds, which were modest but comfortable places to sleep. 

The shelter volunteers carefully prepared a warm dinner for them to eat, which the two avatars were extremely grateful for.

Having found an ally in their cause, Jake let out a sigh of relief as he continued to shovel food into his mouth. 

He muttered, "I'm glad we have someone on our side," in between mouthfuls. Layla smirked as she pointed out the truth of their predicament in her incisive answer. 

She questioned, "You mean underpaid women from another universe?" The weight they carried on their shoulders weighed heavily in the air, reminding them of their predicament despite their casual joking.

Jake rolls his eyes at his companion's casual remark, experiencing a wave of annoyance. The only sound to accompany their shared dinner is the clinking of cutlery as they both discreetly return to their own meals while the tension lingers in the air.

After standing apprehensively, Layla eventually found the confidence to ask her query. "Can I see Marc?" Her voice, which was a mixture of anxiety and longing, was hardly audible above a whisper.

At her request, Jake's stern face softened a little, his features loosening as he gave her request some thought. He nodded gently and agreed, but not before reminding her, "Just keep it PG, alright?"

“You’re such an ass, Jake.”

~~~

The strange experience of seeing your dad's doppelgängers, each of whom seemed as a different person, started to have a profound impact on you as you traveled through one universe after another. 

The weight of this phenomena increased with every new experience, settling you with a sensation of uncertainty and uneasiness. 

You were left feeling increasingly confused and emotionally strained as a result of these frequent glimpses of various incarnations of a familiar face, which made it difficult to distinguish between the actual world and the fantastical.

After seeing the hardships of a struggling musician, meeting a promiscuous man, meeting a dignified duke, discovering a group involved in questionable activities, and ending up stranded in a spacecraft, you are now alone with nothing to keep you company but the cold metal floor below you, your head in your hands, and you are thinking back on the series of events that brought you to this lonely moment.

Anxiety gnawed at you as you thought about the new version of your father appearing eventually. 

What if there was a dark side to this current version of him, turning him into a villain? The very idea of people wearing your father's face doing evil things made you sick. 

You felt a discordant chord when you witnessed familiar features contrasted with abhorrent behavior.

You startle out of your deep thought as a succession of gentle beeps abruptly disturb the silence, causing you to flinch a little. 

Up until the sudden sound, you had been so engrossed in your thoughts that you had been totally oblivious to your surroundings. It was like a trance being broken and brought back to reality. 

When the noise's origin finally dawns on you, you turn to see an odd sight next to you. In front of you was a small, round, seemingly innocuous robotic figure. 

Despite being mechanical, its face—or what may be called a face—looked strangely adorable. Its appeal was only enhanced by the fine intricacies in its design.

Once again, the robot beeps playfully before carefully approaching the spot where you were sitting. As you watched it move with a mixture of interest and laughter, you couldn't help but wonder what it was doing. 

Did it have a more sophisticated intelligence than its cute looks, or was it just programmed to engage with onlookers?

You were charmed by the innocent manner of the small robot as it rolled closer to you. It seemed to be requesting your attention, a quiet plea for company. 

Despite your first astonishment, you and this endearing creation started to feel warm and connected. 

The metallic creature appears to be pulled to your outstretched hand as you sit there in wonder, your eyes focused on the tiny robot before you hesitantly extend a hand towards it, beeping a succession of happy melodies like a symphony of excitement.

As you watch the tiny mechanical wonder zigzagging across the surface, its beeps blending with the faint but distinct sound of its sirens, a gentle exhale from your lips and your body eases into a more comfortable position.

You remark gently, "If you're trying to talk to me, I can't understand you," with a hint of regret in your voice. 

A dejected smile lights up your face, lending the situation a hint of melancholy. The bot, seeming almost bewildered, cautiously approaches you, its mechanical motions a little clumsy as it unintentionally strikes the tip of your shoe. 

But when you observe the bot's attempt to interact with you, you have a warm look on your face that combines humor and compassion. 

Grinning broadly, you extend your hand again, your fingers following the fine ridges and ridges of the metal, a motion that is at once tender and inquisitive. 

You firmly declare, "I don't speak robot," as you face the circular bot in front of you with your arms crossed. 

Unaffected by your comments, the mechanical thing beeps once and then turns dutifully in the direction of the approaching footfall from outside in the long narrow hallway.

"BB-8, now's not the time to be playing hide and seek," When he notices you sitting on the floor, a man's voice stops its feverish whispering.

With a tired sigh, you anticipate the man's next move and begin your introduction before he can say anything. 

The familiar phrases flow naturally from your lips as you dive into your practiced speech with a sense of urgency.

"My name is y/n Spector-Grant-Lockley-El Fouly, and I want you to know that I'm not here to hurt you, violate your privacy, or take anything from you. I'm from a different universe. Finding my dads is the only reason I'm here"

“…Okay.”

Raising your head, you see a mirrored version of your own father standing in front of you, and a wave of déjà vu passes over you. Although his face is an exact clone of your dad's typically composed manner, there is a little intensity in his eyes that permeates the atmosphere. 

"Okay?" you repeat, the word weighing heavily on the air between you with unanswered questions. You feel a change in the air, a tension that wasn't there previously, as though this meeting has more meaning than you initially realize. 

You find yourself reaching for words to break the spell as the quiet lingers, pregnant with meanings that cannot be expressed. At last, you are able to express your perplexity, "That's it?" 

"Well, you know, my friend here is really picky about introductions. He doesn't just let them in." He shrugged nonchalantly as he watched his robotic companion walk in a slow circle around his legs. 

"Plus, it seems like you've had a long day and might not have the energy to make a bad impression," he said.

You found yourself letting out another weary sigh as the fatigue began to set in again. You leaned your head back against the cool wall behind you and closed your eyes for a while, reliving the day's events. 

With an inquisitive yet amiable gaze, the man crouchs away from you. He mutters, "Maybe the reason people are thrown off is because you have a million last names," almost amused. 

You gently turn, meeting his gaze with a small smile on the corners of your lips. "Maybe," you answer, your eyes sparkling with amusement, "So... I don't understand what your robot is saying. He was introducing himself, right?” 

You stoop a little, curious to see what the robot is trying to tell you, curious to understand the mechanical entity's attempt at communication.

There was a glimmer of joy in his eyes as he nodded. He responded, "Yeah, his name is BB-8," in an admiring tone. He proudly clarified, "And he's not just any ordinary robot, he's a droid," 

He shook his head in dissent when asked if a robot and a droid were the same thing. He explained, "No, they are quite different," eager to impart his expertise. 

In the reality of this world, there was no doubt about the difference between the two: a droid was made for a specific purpose and had sophisticated technological capabilities, but a robot was just a machine.

As you return your focus to the droid in front of you, you hear a quiet "hm" slip out of your mouth. 

Despite the droid's absence of facial expressions, you try to project warmth by smiling softly and saying, "It's nice to meet you then." As a sign of its friendliness, BB-8 replies with a string of upbeat beeps and whistles. 

You laugh at the droid's amusing antics as it scurries around with excitement and bumps into your shoe once more.

"Oh, and my name is Poe." The man greets you with a warm smile and holds out his hand for a handshake. "Poe Dameron." 

His solid grasp gives you a pleasant sense of kinship as you return the gesture. Poe smiles and gives you a hand up after you exchange names. His manner conveys a combination of assurance and sincere goodwill.

"so.. another universe, huh?" You nod as he leads you out of the tiny space.

"Yes, how come you're handling this so well?" Unable to understand how he seems so calm in the face of such mind-bending revelations, his posture unflinching in the face of the remarkable, you ask, your voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and wonder, and he answers with a calm smile.

Poe lifts his shoulders a little before he speaks, his demeanor casual. "You know, I have this friend that does the most amazing things that leave you speechless. In addition, there are a billion galaxies in the huge, mind-blowing region in which we exist. In light of all of that, the notion that there are several universes doesn't seem all that absurd, does it?” He explains dramatically.

Based on your facial expression, which verges on admiration, you ponder his remarks for a while. "Well, that's.. interesting. It feels oddly comforting if you think about it that way.”

When he says, "Well, I'm going to get you two could meet; I have a feeling that she might be able to provide some valuable assistance or guidance to you in one way or another," he holds the door open with a kind smile on his face, showing that he is willing to help you meet the person he thinks could be able to help in some way or offer insightful advice.

You say, "Huh, I guess this universe doesn't completely suck," as a smile spreads across your face and a gleam of hope and optimism sparkles in your eyes. 

The comforting reply, "Ah, you'd be surprised," has a tinge of mystery about it, as though they have a secret that could permanently alter your viewpoint.

~~~

Poe had introduced you to a courageous man named Finn and a kind woman named Rey. 

According to the description, Rey had a strange power called "the force," the full scope of which you were never told. Poe suggested that Rey might be able to access your mind and provide direction for your future path. Conversely, Finn radiated a feeling of unflinching loyalty and calm power. 

You could not help but feel a sense of wonder and eagerness growing within you as you watched their exchanges and sensed their unsaid connection. 

You are currently following Rey's instructions and practicing meditation, despite the difficulty posed by your dimension-changing-bracelet-things lack of direction. I

It's an intriguing contrast to be using a technique that doesn't offer a clear path to navigate through the unknown, but here you are, accepting the peace of meditation as a means of self-centering. 

"Take a moment to clear your mind, y/n," Rey says in a soothing voice that reverberates across the space. Sitting across from you, she looks up at you with a calm expression on her face. 

Around the ship, Poe, Finn, and BB-8 are all busy with different chores. With a gleam of hope in her eyes, she adds, "If you focus, you might find a newfound ability within yourself. Imagine utilizing your watch to precisely locate the whereabouts of your parents and then embarking on a journey to reunite with them." 

With a sense of adventure and potential, the suggestion remains in the air. It seems as though Rey's words have given you a sense of resolve and unlocked a world of limitless possibilities.

With a trace of amusement dancing in your voice, you jokingly say, "You sound like Khonshu. All mysterious and cryptic." You like the comparison, as seen by the slight smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth.

Rey furrows her brow, obviously perplexed by your allusion. "What's a Khonshu?" she asks, intrigued by the strange moniker.

Though he is your honorary grandfather, you pause for a time, wondering how to describe the mysterious character of Khonshu, a man enshrouded in old stories and traditions. 

But after a moment of hesitation, you just shake your head and respond with a little, sardonic smile, "...nevermind."

She looks at you with an eyebrow up, and there's a hint of suspicion in her face that makes you blink and open your eyes again without realizing it, a faint shivering running down your back. 

The y/n-tingle that had briefly been under your skin now starts to get stronger, takes the form of a tingling sensation that prickles and tingles, and you move slightly under her examining gaze.

"..well anyways," she began in a gentle and comforting tone, "I could try to access your subconscious mind to find out where your parents are," she said swiftly, "of course, only if you are comfortable with that." 

A look of concern and resolve flashed over her eyes as she delicately reached her hands towards your temples.

After giving it a moment to stew, you nodded firmly, stating that you would stop at nothing to be with your loved ones again, your need for their company intense.

You felt reassured and at ease when you saw Rey's warm smile. She softly said, "Take a deep breath and let go of any tension, just unwind and have faith that everything will work out. It won't take long, so there's no reason to resist."

Sensing the warmth of her words, you obeyed and closed your eyes, following Rey's instructions to take a deep breath and let go of any anxiety that was bothering you.

You experience a slow detachment as though your consciousness is floating away, putting you in a state of mental suspension while Rey looks for hints to find your parents' auras. 

Your senses are overloaded with glimpses of the past and feelings as memories begin to flood in, racing across your mind at breakneck speed. Each memory flashes vividly before blending into the next, creating a mental tornado due to the intensity of the rush of memories. 

In the midst of this swirl of memories, Rey's attention becomes more acute, searching the area for anything of importance that would point her in the direction of your parents' auras.

As she carefully and purposefully gathers each clue, assembling the jigsaw with a resolute determination, the urgency of her search grows. 

As the link between the memories and Rey's search gradually becomes apparent, you experience a growing sense of expectancy, a mixture of thrill and fear. 

The sensations and pictures that surround you act as a portal, revealing secrets and solving the enigma surrounding your past. 

As time goes on, the overlapping stories of your recollections and Rey's objective come together, gradually entangling you in the mysterious web of your entwined fate.

As they observed you both, Poe and Finn exchanged nervous looks, a tinge of concern showing on their faces. 

The robot, BB-8, came toward you warily, its whirls and beeps indicating its anxiety. It made a modest, almost tentative, tilting motion with its dome, one that suggested uneasiness. 

Poe came forward, his tone gentle as he sought to console the little droid, assuring it that everything was alright.

The room appeared to come alive with a new vitality as you gasped, and Rey pulled her hands away from yours. You both returned to the present after the brief period of connection and shared trance you had entered together. Y

you both felt a sense of success and a growing bond as Rey's concentrated attempt to find the auras of your lost parents came to an end.

"He looks exactly like—" Rey interrupts herself, leaving her statement unfinished. 

You murmur, "I know... it's confusing," as the burden of the bewildering circumstance begins to weigh on you. 

As a physical expression of the cerebral tiredness brought on by attempting to make sense of the chaos of information racing through your head, your fingers automatically reach up to rub your weary eyes. 

Finn raised his voice in a curious tone, asking for clarification. "Who looks like what?" he inquired, showing interest and a wish to learn more about the circumstances.

With a warm smile in return, Rey got up right away and reached out to help you up. She smiled and said, "Congratulations, Poe," as if to say something remarkable. "You're a father in another universe," she said.

Surprised by the unexpected information, Poe chuckled a little while seeming to be amused and incredulous. 

"Nuh uh," he answered, his tone displaying a mix of suspicion and laughter at the lighthearted conversation taking place all around him.

Rey looks at him. She thinks, "Oh, in this poor little girl's world, her father—well, fathers are just like you." She turns back to you again. “I wonder where the other version of her is in this case." 

When you cocked your head in thought, a trace of bewilderment appeared on your face, as though you were attempting to solve a difficult puzzle. 

With a faint smile pulling at the edges of your lips, you asked, "Maybe I'm one of a kind...?" Your face was a mixture of playfulness and uncertainty.

Rey, wearing a knowing smirk, couldn't resist rolling her eyes in amusement at your contemplation. She said, "Believe what you must, child," with a hint of mild humor, expressing her acceptance of your distinct viewpoint and originality.

Finn's face twists in confusion as he becomes aware of how different you are from Poe "But y'all don't look alike," he says honestly. 

"I'm adopted," you reply nonchalantly. Finn's face brightens with comprehension when his eyes enlarge in shock. 

"Oh, congratulations, no shit!" He cheerfully holds out his hand, giving you a congratulatory high five and a kind grin that suggests he understands and appreciates the special circumstances of your adoption.

Rey looks at Finn, her face screaming for him to go back to the work at hand. She emphasizes the value of staying on course by asking, "Can we please get back to business?" with a trace of aggressiveness in her voice. 

Seeing the sincerity in Rey's eyes, Finn becomes clearly deflated, as if he was a kicked puppy. An apologetic "Yeah, yeah, sorry mom," he murmurs.

Rey slowly looks back at you, her eyes displaying a mix of resolve and hesitancy. She confesses quietly, "I know where they are, relatively speaking," with a note of cautious optimism in her voice. 

She says, "I can certainly assist you in an attempt to pinpoint their location on your helpful little device," in a confident yet realistic tone. But a veil of doubt dampens her prior zeal, and she pauses before continuing. 

Rey looks at you and says, "But, I must be honest with you - there's no guarantee that our efforts will yield success," with a hint of grief in her eyes as she makes a silent appeal for your understanding.

You grin at the three people in front of you with a heartfelt look of thanks, astonished by the magnitude of their assistance. 

You sincerely say, "You guys have truly made a difference.. beyond what I can put into words - I am so grateful for everything," with a determined heart. The trio smiles back at you, kindness and understanding reflected in their eyes. 

Poe says, "We hope that you find your way back home safely, kiddo," in a tone that is comforting and caring.

Playfully prodding your shoe again, the droid rolls around to you with a subtle whir, its sleek metallic shell shining under the warm glow of the overhead lights. A warm sensation blossoms in your chest as you watch its charming conduct, and you can't help but laugh at its funny antics. 

"You're a good droid," you whisper lovingly, appreciating how it reacts to your compliment. With a succession of joyful beeps, the droid's mechanical voice is filled with what can only be described as contentment. 

Then, with a feeling of purpose in its movements, it glides back over to Poe.

With a kind grin on her face, Rey takes your hands in hers and clasps them tenderly, a gesture that conveys comfort and certainty. With a gentle yet eager tone, she asks, "Are you ready?"

With a determined expression in your eyes, you slowly nod in agreement, saying, "Yes, I am ready to find my family and go back home where I belong." You feel excited and full of optimism when you consider getting back together with your loved ones. 

~~~

Thanks to the generous assistance of the committed women at the homeless shelter, Marc and Layla had thankfully accepted the healing power of a restful night's sleep, thanking them profusely before saying goodbye and moving on. 

They were unaware that the situation they were in appeared to be unsolvable; confronted with a being that was a sinister reflection of themselves, they were unable to come up with a clear solution.

Even though the situation was unsettling, going home seemed as out of the question as facing this evil doppelgänger. 

The pair, in search of peace and clarity, took refuge in the peaceful haven of a little pond, which reminded them of a happy day in your world when a mischievous duck escaped into your custody and was hidden inside your jacket.

"Do you think she's okay?" As she waits for Marc's answer, Layla asks, turning to face him with anxiety in her eyes.

"I think she's fine... knowing her, she's probably out there trying to find us, making sure we're safe," Marc responds after letting out a long sigh. You  always put other people before yourself; that's just the type of person you are.

With pride visible in her features, Layla nods in accord, her countenance softening. She smiles and says, "That's our girl," her voice full of tenderness and respect for their brave and kind daughter.

With a slight furrow of his brow, Marc appears almost hesitant as he carefully considers his words before finally mustering up the courage to ask Layla, “Our..?"

Layla nods gently in response, her eyes full of love and comprehension. "Yes, our. It's something that's expressed on paper as well as deep within our emotions," she says quietly.

Marc's expression softens, a mixture of tenderness and regret flickering across his features as he struggles to find the right words.

"Well, I had been hoping for a more opportune moment to ask you again, a moment that would be more fitting for what I have in mind, but circumstances have a way of guiding us to unexpected places," he says with an air of anxiety.

"Shut up, Marc," Layla mumbled to herself, her displeasure palpable as she dug further into her pockets, the fabric rustling with every swipe. 

Marc shifted uneasily, a scowl tarnishing his features as he sensed the stress coming from Layla.

"You could've just said no-" Marc opened his mouth to say something, but Layla cut him off with a sudden motion, her hand now coming out of her pocket and firmly gripping a small object. 

Exasperated yet loving at the same time, she reached out to him and held a tiny ring in her hand.

"I was supposed to ask you this time, stupid," Layla started hopefully at Marc, her tone softening, a tinge of humor in her remarks. 

Marc's first line of defense vanished as the revelation hit him, and he could feel the strain from the earlier denial leaving his shoulders as they relaxed. They exchanged a knowing glance that went beyond words, and their wordless connection spoke a great deal about the moment's significance.

With a flash of anxious excitement in his eyes, he takes out his own ring and shows it to Layla. A broad smile appears on his face as he playfully teases her, saying, “So ask then, dummy."

His cheekiness takes Layla by surprise, and she responds by giving him a playful yet loving slap on the head. "Marry me." she declares, her eyes sparkling. 

The moment lingers as Marc nods eagerly in response while experiencing a wave of emotions. They exchange rings, each putting the mark of their love onto the other's finger in a charming and personal gesture.

As they sit together, unified in their dedication and newly discovered delight, relishing the unique link they've just cemented via their joint promise of forever, the weight of the moment is evident.

With tears in his eyes, Marc took a deep breath before starting to speak, his voice heavy with regret. 

"I understand now, Layla. I was cruel to you, treated you poorly, and for that, I was a bad person," he confessed. "I'm truly thankful that Y/N helped reunite us." His words softened as he turned to Layla, expressing his deepest desires. 

"I long to continue this journey of parenthood with you by my side, Layla. I cherish the thought of parenting our daughter together, and I hope you can find it in your heart to be my wife once more," he whispered, the weight of his plea hanging in the air. 

Layla's touch was gentle as she raised her hand to lovingly cradle Marc's face, a tender gesture that spoke volumes of empathy and understanding. "You were dealt an unfair hand, Marc," she began softly, her voice tinged with sorrow and regret. 

"You let the anger and grief consume you, and I blame myself partially for not being there to guide you through those dark moments." With a sense of reassurance in her tone, she continued, "But know that you have found redemption in the face of adversity. Yes, you've done things you're not proud of, but a significant portion of the blame lies with Khonshu." 

A bittersweet chuckle escaped her lips, carrying a mix of amusement and relief, as she added a light-hearted touch to the weight of their conversation.

“I think.. We are both ready to communicate better. Like adults” Layla nods firmly.

As Marc nodded and leaned closer to Layla, their connection was evident in the air, conveying his intense feelings. He whispered softly, "I love you, Layla," the words bearing the weight of his sincere love.

His statement caused Layla's own smile to expand, reflecting the joy and love in her heart. She added earnestly, "I love you too, Marc," her eyes gleaming with affection and tenderness. 

Just as the two lovers were about to close the physical gap between them, a strange, humanoid figure suddenly fell into Marc's lap. Marc was startled out of the private moment with a pained groan as he staggered backwards due to the abrupt weight and contact. 

The possibility of intimacy between the two was destroyed in that instant, and in its stead came a feeling of perplexity and disbelief at the odd development. 

"What the fuck was that!?" Marc, taken aback by the unexpected interruption, shoved the person away with an audible groan that echoed through the air.

"It's Y/N!" Layla came running over to lend a helping hand, reaching out to help you get your bearings, and her voice cut through the chaos with a tone that was both relieved and urgent. 

After processing Layla's remarks, Marc's initial disbelief gave way to a rush of awareness and alarm as he realized how serious the situation was. 

"What?! Oh my god - Y/N!" he said, his voice becoming softer as he rose to his feet, his movements becoming automatic as he embraced you in a comforting and cozy hug. 

The tension from the unexpected meeting slowly subsided as Marc and Layla came together for a moment, their mutual concern for your welfare creating a wall of protection around you.

The three of you stood entwined in a passionate embrace, demonstrating the unshakable tie created by shared concerns and experiences.

Your eyes hunted for answers in the sky until they found Layla as you stood motionless, a sense of incredulity sweeping over you. With a mixture of surprise and hope, you blurted out, "Mom..?"

Layla's comforting nod caused a wave of feelings to wash over you. "Yes- how- how did you find us, honey?" You had long craved the sensation of security that her touch provided.

When the truth of your difficult trip finally set you, the floodgates of emotion opened. Your eyes began to well up with tears as you searched for the perfect words to describe the tumultuous mixture of relief and fatigue that overwhelmed you. 

"I- I just..." Those incomplete words carried the weight of your experiences, demonstrating the fortitude you had displayed during your search for your home.

Layla exhaled, her voice trembling with excitement and relief at your return, "you don't have to explain, we- oh my god you're here." Her eyes filled with tears of delight, and she was unable to control the smile that lit up every surface with her genuine happiness.

As a nonverbal expression of love and appreciation for your safe return, she gently kissed your forehead. She then transferred you to Marc, who embraced you with such warmth that it felt like you had returned home after a long journey.

Marc muttered, "Oh my sweet girl," in a tone that was both relieved and loving. "I had a feeling you were coming." His eyes glistened with a range of feelings, expressing the need and love he had experienced while you were away.

Knowing that you were at last back where you belonged, you experienced a wave of calm as you sank into his embrace. 

With concern and interest in your voice, you inquired, "How- how long have you been stuck here?"

Marc said, "Only almost two days," his eyes meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and assurance. 

A dramatic change occurs as you are taken off guard by Steven's unexpected hug. His hands gently stroke your face before pressing light kisses all over your face. 

"My darling! Oh my god, are you hurt?  How did you get here? "How are you feeling?" he blurted out in an anxious tone.

You took hold of Steven's wrists and gently reassured him, "I'm all right, Steven. It's simply a little bit... hard to explain." 

As he examined you with worry, a smirk appeared on his lips. "Are you really sure? You're completely covered in dirt.” As you stood in front of him and felt the weight of his love and concern enveloping you in a consoling embrace, his contagious laughter filled the air. 

Layla couldn't help but cross her arms in faux disapproval and chastise Steven with a lighthearted smirk. In response, Steven bowed slightly in acceptance of Layla's taunting, but his expression was apologetic.

When Jake became known to the subject at hand, he said, "You're always so brave, hermosa," with adoration in his voice. His touch was warm and reassuring as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. 

He then asked a useful query, "Just one question though, how are we planning to get home from here?" with a hint of humor. 

His look, which was a combination of interest and practicality, highlighted how crucial it was to make sure that the evening's activities ended safely and amicably.

You raise your wrist with a happy smile, showing off the bracelet that has the ability to change your universe. 

"Just hold onto me," you command quietly and with assurance. As you follow Strange's previous instructions on how to operate the watch, Jake and Layla obediently hold onto you, their faith in you unshaken.

You three plunge through a swirling gateway as the watch is triggered, its mystic abilities swirling around you. When you finally crash onto the sanctum's well-known grounds, the impact is lessened by your shared unity and connection. 

After the turmoil of the trip, the sanctum's aura welcomes you like an old friend, familiar and reassuring. 

Stephen's well-known goateed visage towers over you as the three of you slowly stand up, holding a warm mug of tea. "How was your vacation?" he asks in a deep voice, breaking the silence. 

 “Take this fucking watch back- I’m never traveling the multiverse EVER again because holy shit-“ is your response, as you wrinkle up your face in disgust.

With a knowing gleam in his eye, Stephen laughs and takes the watch. "I completely understand that. Crossing realms may be quite the.. thrill," he says.

"I'm guessing these are the parents?" Stephen asked, breaking the stillness again with a curious expression on his face. He pointed to Jake and Layla in a courteous but curious tone.

Jake firmly takes a step forward and holds out his hand to introduce himself. "Jake Lockley, professional lift services," he declares, his voice tinged with a little pride.

"He’s just a fancy Uber," you say with a smirk.

With his brows knitted in false seriousness, Jake says, "Shut it, or you're grounded," as Stephen laughs and gives Jake an affirming handshake.

"Hey! I just saved your ass!" you snap back, a frown forming on your face, and Layla laughs.

“Ah, tom-ay-to, to-mah-to” He waves you off, a playful expression dancing in his eyes before turning more serious.

With a comforting tone and a sense of achievement in his voice, the mystic artist said, "I think you are ready to go home now." 

Your eyes moved to him in appreciation of the direction and attention he had given you during the session. You sincerely said, "Thank you, Dr. Strange," with a kind grin.

"Call me Stephen," he says with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You've truly redeemed my perception of spider people," he teases, a chuckle escaping him softly.

"Really?" you exclaim, your voice tinged with excitement as you lean in, eager for his response.

Stephen takes a moment to savor the anticipation, his gaze thoughtful before replying. "No," he responds, his tone slightly serious yet holding a playful glint. Bringing the cup of tea to his lips, he takes a slow sip, the steam swirling around him in a comforting embrace.

“Ah, so you got jokes,” you chuckle in response, playfully taking your parents’ hands in a lighthearted gesture. “Funny,” you remark with a grin, appreciating the humor in the moment.

As you prepare to leave, the mysterious figure bids you farewell, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue and a touch of respect. “Get home safe now, arachnid,” he calls out, his tone holding a mix of banter and sincerity. 

“Nice meeting you, Moon Knight, Scarlet Scarab,” he adds, acknowledging the unique monikers with a sense of camaraderie.

You lead the two through the sanctum's enormous doors, guiding Jake and Layla with a slight tug while navigating their confused expressions towards Stephen's knowledge of their alter egos. 

"Yeah.. He does that. You laugh, highlighting the lighthearted aspect of the circumstance, "Don't let it keep you up at night." 

You three continue down the silent sidewalk, each step bringing you closer to the comforts of home as the sanctum's doors close behind you and the echoes fade into the night.

There is a secret settlement between you and your parents during the journey back to the apartment, filled with knowing smiles and glances. A sensation of solidarity and togetherness fills the air as you stroll along the sidewalk.

A physical reminder of your connection is provided by the warmth of your clasped hands, a gesture that conveys meaning without using words. 

Knowing that you have each other to rely on no matter what obstacles you face gives you strength and comfort during these brief but meaningful moments of closeness.

A sense of satisfaction and solidarity clings as you get closer to your apartment's familiar entrance, indicating that more times of entertaining and affection are to come.

And then, a call from Casper.

~~~

A/N : holy shit guys i did it. im a genius.

~~~

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[pink-onyx-au]

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Nap time! Thank you everyone for your continued support and interaction! I adore it and it adds so much more to the AU than you could know. This is a heads up on some minor down-time for the blog while I rest up and prepare the next episode.

Notes and asks are still open and encouraged during this time! Bored and want to chat? Send me a message!

To see some WIP, storyboard previews, doodles, shitposts, and other projects I’m working on, along with a healthy amount of 3am memes, head over to my trash fire blog, Ceephor’s Shit Show. The "pink onyx au" tag will filter everything for you, along with showing you fabulous fan art made by others that I just love to pieces.

Speculation and theories are encouraged! The comic is designed as close to the show’s logic as I could muster, which means many secrets are staring right at you, provided you know what to look for! Just be kind to one another.

Comic FAQ:

What is this?

Pink Onyx AU is a Steven Universe AU focused on interactions between Steven and Jasper and is intended to be read after you have finished Steven Universe Future, as it contains many many spoilers for the series. If you have watched it already, great! Welcome! The goal is to bring you a Jasper redemption arc that we couldn’t get due to time and cooperate restraints on the Crewniverse. I hope you enjoy!

I do not own these characters or their likenesses except for the single fluffy thembo fusion I created for the story. This is just a fan comic.

Comic is PG-13 for some angsty/touchy themes, minor blood, violence, and gem-cussing. Touchy-subjects will always be in a cartoon-ish metaphorical representation you would likely find on TV and be available for multiple interpretations.

When do you post?

Typically when you see this post pinned, I’m on a bit of a break, but when Nyx wakes up (this post goes away) the comic is due to be released 1 page at a time at 7am EST most days. I try for a daily release. Sometimes I skip a day if I’m behind. Episode release dates are always announced ahead of time by a few weeks.

Is this a romantic ship AU between Jasper and Steven?

Nope, more like an aunt and her nephew trying to figure it all out. No romance between these two here.

Is your Tapas updated at the same time?

Nope, tumblr comes first, and the tumblr will always have bonus content which Tapas will not. The Tapas for this updates after the tumblr version is completed. Usually same day or within a day.

Do you have a reference for Onyx? Sure do!

How do I use the ask system for this blog?

You can leave a message, or even an object, for the characters to interact with. The asks you leave can be answered by myself, Onyx, Steven or Jasper within the realm of this AU. Your asks will have no effect on the comic story. Think of it like the actors are in their dressing rooms and you get to give them a poke while they take a break! As the comic story progresses, their replies to your answers may change! Their responses will be in-character depending on where in the story we are.

My note by the den (an ask) was never answered. How come?

Lots and lots of asks come in every day. I wish I could answer them all! Since I draw something to go with most answers, especially the character ones, they do take a bit of time. Sometimes, I get duplicates of the same ask, or an ask that may refer to something that spoils the story if I answer it. I might hang onto those asks for a later time! Or group them into categories to answer all at once. I hoard asks for 1 year in an attempt to get to them. If I missed yours, know I tried and I love them anyway! I hope it does not discourage you in the future.

Curious about the characters? Check below the cut for more a detailed FAQ about the inner workings of the story. Love you all! See you soon! 🧡💕❤️

FAQ’s about the characters generated via interactive asks:

What kind of fusion is Pink Onyx? Are they good or bad? Pink Onyx is a fusion of a protagonist and an antagonist, so their alliance is yet unknown, but they have Steven’s good heart and Jasper’s loyal nature. They also have Steven and Jasper’s flaws, so they can be volatile and emotionally explosive at times, too.

What are Pink Onyx’s pronouns? Onyx likes they/them, but also answers to he/him and she/her, especially when Steven or Jasper is dominant over one another. They also seem to take on a fluid role and prefer a she/her when in a caretaker status. They dislike it/its.

What does Pink Onyx sound like? Personally, I hear them as a youthful, masculine tone. Like Steven if a little older. But I also enjoy when people say they hear them as a gruff, Amazonian-type feminine. I enjoy and endorse both.

Do Jasper and Steven enjoy being fused to one another? For now, it is a struggle, but they enjoy what the other brings to the fusion even if they won’t say it.

Does Pink Onyx need to eat and do human things? If so, do they enjoy it? They don’t need to do them, but they do feel the discomfort without them. Things like breathing, eating, and sleeping are optional for Onyx, but they will become quite irritable if not allowed to do them. They greatly enjoy sleeping and trying new foods.

What does Jasper think about having human organs when fused? She’s pretty grossed out by the idea of organic matter going into her mouth and coming out of other places. The heart beating and lungs breathing she can feel for the first time, and it is highly strange for her to experience.

What is Pink Onyx’s favorite food? They adore anything watermelon flavored and Cookie-cat ice cream products

Does Pink Onyx have any special fusion powers? They do, and as they learn about themselves, more powers seem to come out. Each of their base component appears to be enhanced in a unique way. They have Pink Diamond at their core, so the destructive potential is also there.

Why is Steven hiding Pink Onyx from others? This AU occurs directly after the events of "I Am My Monster", so Steven is very emotionally, and mentally, raw. He fears judgement for running back to Jasper, who in the past, was part of so much trauma he already endured.

Pink Onyx seems to know nothing about human culture and gem culture despite being a fusion. What’s going on? Jasper and Steven agreed to fuse, but they have yet to open up to one another about much else. The fusion exists because they agree to do so, but Jasper won’t open up about her emotions, and Steven is so sensitive yet that he is not sharing because he knows Jasper won’t want to hear it. This causes Onyx to be unable to access both of their memories easily, but they can bring it out with enough effort.

[jetcat-14]

whats your favorite connie headcanon :0?

I know you asked for 1 I gave 10 lol I have a lot I like

1. Connie has a Huge Pokemon Card Collection that she still has info her Teen Years her and Steven have Pokemon Battles .

2. Connie still has her Glasses frames she leaves them on her desk and will look at them and smile and think of Steven .

3. Connie Leaves her window unlocked so Steven can slip in and see her ... 'Shhh don't tell her parents '

4. Connie has that glow bracelet on her night stand beaide her bed even though it stopped glowing years ago she smiles at it at night .

5. Connie has one of Stevens Shirts and she sleeps in it ..

6. Connie can build really beautiful homes in Minecraft so Steven normally let her build there house (yes there beds are next to each other)

7. Connie still plays Violin... Even if it was only brought up hardly ever after Swon to the Sword her and Steven will get together and play together on the beach.

8. Connie has a million and a half pictures of her and Sheven plus the Gems in her locker.

9. Connie actually kept a small piece of Roses Sword and she has it in the glass container on her Desk .

10. Connie has the most effect on Stevens powers . With a single kiss she can make him grow a whole garden under his feet . Or Heal himself......

[wolfnellz]

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[one-eyed-imp]

Peri!

[faelapis]

the SU theory posts i’ve made that have “aged the worst” are definitely the ones where i confidently assert that steven has the individual choice to forgive people you wouldn’t forgive, so don’t shame him for that, and that he would never shatter someone. because steven doesn’t want to just “kill the bad guys” as a solution.

thing is though, i’m not wrong in spirit. because what i really mean is that the show doesn’t think it’s bad to forgive. the show doesn’t think it’s good to shatter.

what makes those posts age poorly is that i did something i’ve since come to complain about - people conflating steven’s morality with the show’s morality. these are separate things.

in my defense, i think these two things were more aligned in the OG show. SU future still retains the original show’s morality, for the most part. the main thing it does differently is to just lampshade that steven himself is a flawed character. he isn’t always going to perfectly live up to the show’s ideals.

which is a good thing btw! i think a show about flawed people learning to be better is incomplete without allowing its main character to be similarly flawed. he shouldn’t always be stuck helping others + asserting his identity more based on who he’s not (his mom) rather than who he is.

so yeah. i’m not sorry about those posts - i think a lot of my old theoryposting still holds up when you see them from the pov of the show’s overall morality rather than being about steven’s feelings. but i definitely misjudged steven as living up to those moral ideals more than he did.

still, that’s something i’m happy to be wrong about. i like that steven is as flawed as everyone else.

[muiitoloko]

Alan Rickman as Steven Spurrier

Movie: Bottle Shock (2008)

[hollandsangel]

⋆ steve harrington masterlist ⋆

gif by @keery !

ive only got a few steve fics but i figured id make them easy to find!!

key: fluff ✰, suggestive/smut ⁂, angst ✧

bare ✰ ⁂

↬ dustin is scared for life (1.2k)

perfect ✰

↬ steve thinks you’re perfect (1.2k)

-> requests <-

waking up on the floor

“i like your dog more than you”

steve worries about you

post upside down trauma (hurt/comfort)

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SPARKLEDOG STEVEN UNIVERSE

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A Christmas Wrap

Steven Grant x female reader

Summary: Steven can’t wrap Christmas presents correctly. Good thing he has you to help him.

You walk in to find Steven sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by wrapping paper, tape, and several gift-wrapped boxes of various sizes. He's focused intently on trying to wrap another present, but it's not going well. Every attempt he makes seems to end up in a messy mess of paper and sticky tape. Frustration is starting to build up on his face.

Not wanting to see the love of your life upset, you decide to catch his attention. “Hey, baby? What’s wrong?”

Steven looks up from his wrapping job gone wrong and sighs in frustration.

"Bloody hell, this gift wrapping is just not cooperating with me. I can't seem to get it right, and I'm about to tear my hair out."

“Would you like some help?”

Steven looks up at you, a mix of frustration and gratitude on his face. He nods and lets out a sigh.

"Yes, please. I'm terrible at this. I don't seem to have the knack for making gifts look like they came from a professional wrapping shop."

You smile at him. “It doesn’t need to look professional. It just has to look somewhat decent until they are opened on Christmas Day. Remember, they are to be unwrapped anyway.”

Steven looks at you and smiles a bit sheepishly.

"You're right, I suppose it doesn't really matter how perfect the wrapping is. Everyone's going to rip it open in a few days anyway. I guess I just want them to look nice."

He hands you the present he was trying to wrap, along with the wrapping paper and tape roll.

You kneel down to sit next to him on the floor. “My family is going to love you because I love you. Therefore, they shouldn’t judge you too harshly on this. If not, I’ll personally talk to them about it. Okay?”

Steven chuckles a bit, feeling reassured by your words. He smiles gratefully at you.

"Thanks, love. I guess I'm just a bit nervous about making a good impression on your family. I want them to approve of me, especially since I'm meeting them for the first time. But you're right, they'll love me because you love me, and that's all that should matter."

You smile. “That’s the spirit! Now, let me show you how to wrap presents more easily.”

Steven watches intently as you show him how to wrap the presents with ease, effortlessly laying the paper out and neatly folding and taping the edges. His eyes widen a bit in wonder as you effortlessly wrap the gift he was struggling with just moments ago.

"Blimey, you make it look so easy. I had no idea there were tricks to this. My wrapping skills are abysmal in comparison to yours."

”At one time, I didn’t know how to do this either. Therefore, I always used gift bags.However, it eventually got to a point where I realized I couldn’t use gift bags for everything. Therefore, I learned from watching others, as well as a bit of trial and error of my own. ”

You then take another gift from the side to get Steven to wrap. “Now you try. I’ll guide you using my hands.”

Steven takes the gift from your hands and follows your instructions, wrapping the paper with your hands gently guiding him.

"All right, I'll give it a go."

He carefully unfolds the wrapping paper, lays it down, then folds the edges neatly and tapes them together, all while your hands are guiding him along the way.

Steven can't help but smile at the comparison to the iconic Ghost scene. The sensation of your hands guiding him brings a sense of connection and intimacy as you work together. As he finishes wrapping the present, he looks up at you, pleased with the result.

"I think we make quite the team, don't we? I never thought wrapping gifts could be so... enjoyable."

“I’m happy to help. If you don’t need anymore help, I’ll leave you to it.”

Steven glances back at the pile of presents still waiting to be wrapped, then back to you with a warm smile.

"Actually, I wouldn't mind a bit more of your company. This task feels a lot more enjoyable with you by my side. Besides, there's no telling what kind of wrapping disasters may occur if you leave me alone."

You give him a quizzical look. “What kind of disasters?”

Steven grins sheepishly."Oh, just the classic wrapping chaos. Tape sticking where it shouldn't, paper ripping, bows falling apart... the list goes on. I can be a bit clumsy when left to my own devices, you know."

You shake your head in amusement at your boyfriend’s silliness. “You’re not hopeless, my love. Nevertheless, how could I ever refuse us having time together?”

Steven chuckles warmly, appreciating your understanding and good natured attitude.

"True, I suppose I'm not completely hopeless. But spending time with you is always a pleasure, so I'm glad you'll stay. Now, shall we continue this merry wrapping adventure together?"

You nod eagerly, leaning into kiss Steven. Steven leans into your kiss, enjoying the tender moment. As the two of you continue wrapping presents together, the evening passes by in a blur of paper, laughter, and the occasional wrapping mishaps.

Despite the mishaps, the atmosphere is filled with warmth and companionship. It's a reminder that even mundane tasks can become treasured memories when shared with the right person.

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baby scarab || 68

A/N - so we are traveling the multiverse...

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : i dont deserve you guys omg, i have missed you all so so much <3

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, casper hart(OC) x reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, multiverse nonsense, nothing makes sense, let me know if i missed anything

~~~

You stand there, feeling the weight of the revelation pressing down on your chest like a leaden anchor. The flickering torches in the temple cast shadows that dance ominously on the walls, echoing your tumultuous thoughts. Khonshu's intense gaze feels almost judgmental, stirring the pot of your frustration further. 

Taweret attempts to soothe the growing storm within you, but it’s like trying to calm a tempest with a whisper. You can’t shake the idea from your mind—that maybe, just maybe, you were the reason for their sudden departure.

“Perhaps you should consider the circumstances,” Khonshu interjects, his voice deep and resonant, but this only amplifies your resentment. “Marc is caught in a cycle he cannot control. He fears for your safety.” 

Your heart aches at the mention of your dad, the man who fought every monster and shadow for your sake. But this very fight had carved lines of darkness into his spirit, and it’s painful to comprehend that your absence may have been the tipping point. Suddenly, anxiety surges, and you feel a tightening in your throat. “But I’m here! I could’ve helped! I could’ve been there for him!”

Taweret’s eyes soften, and for a moment, the ancient deity feels like the most compassionate of friends rather than a divine entity. “Your love is powerful, dear child. But know that sometimes, those we love carry burdens we cannot lift for them.” Her words settle over you, both comforting and challenging, a reminder that there are things even hugs and reassurances cannot mend.

In that moment, you resolve to take action—not out of anger, but out of a desire to bridge the gap. 

“I need to talk to them,” you declare, your voice steadier than you feel. “I’ll figure out a way to reach them in America, to remind them they are not alone.” As you turn to Khonshu and Taweret, determination ignites a new fire in your chest. “They may need help, but so do I. If they can leave, then I can go to them.” 

The ancient gods exchange glances, and for an instant, you see admiration flickering in Khonshu’s steadfast eyes, while Taweret nods earnestly. Maybe, just maybe, you have inherited more than the resilience of a warrior. 

You have inherited the strength to face the unknown, to connect the strings of love that bind your fractured family, and to affirm what you know deep down: love, even amid chaos, endures.

~~~

As Marc and Layla continued to navigate the strange streets of Chicago, an unsettling chill settled in the air, creeping beneath their skin. Shadows stretched and contorted against the fading sunlight, creating a canvas of anxiety that whispered of something ominous lurking just out of sight. 

With every step, Marc felt the ripples of his own doubts and fears pooling in his chest—fears that had crept up on him since they'd crossed into this unfamiliar dimension. He glanced at Layla, and the concern etched across her features ignited a spark within him—the need to protect her—yet he was plagued by uncertainty. “What if we don’t find our way back?” he muttered, mostly to himself.

When they reached a small park blanketed in fallen leaves, the atmosphere shifted. The silence was suffocating as if the world had held its breath. Layla’s grip tightened around Marc’s hand, the warmth of her presence a fragile tether to reality. 

“Something is definitely wrong,” she reiterated, her voice low and urgent. “I can feel it.” With a sudden resolve, she turned to face him, her eyes aflame with determination. “We need to get to the bottom of this. If Taweret isn’t responding, there’s a chance the balance is utterly thrown off. We can’t stay idle. What if this is connected to y/n?”

Marc swallowed hard, the pang of his daughter’s name igniting fresh worry within him. “You know, I tried to reach her too—with no success.” He looked down the dimming path, frustration churning in his gut. 

“Do you think… could something have happened to her? To us? What if our absence has left something open, something we can’t see?” He felt a deep unease settling in, rooted in the idea that their family—his family—was teetering on the edge without them, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that time was running out.

Just as the thoughts darkened, a flicker of movement caught Marc’s eye—a figure darting behind a tree, obscured by the evening haze. Heart racing, he pointed it out to Layla. “Did you see that?” The air felt electric, charged with an anticipatory energy that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. 

He took a cautious step forward, trying to distinguish friend from foe, but before he could act, a low, guttural growl reverberated through the quiet, wrapping around them like a noose. The shadows deepened as if mocking their cautious exploration, and Marc was suddenly struck by an overwhelming certainty: they were not alone. 

In that moment, he understood the truth of their predicament. This wasn’t just a wrong turn or a simple dimensional hiccup. Something sinister awaited them, a force that sensed their vulnerability. Whatever had drawn them into this realm had its very own agenda, and with every tick of the clock, Marc felt an impending disaster lurking just beyond the fading light—a disaster that could tear his family apart for good. 

Desperation surged through him; he needed to act swiftly.  And with that realization, something primal awakened within him—a determination to fight, not just for their return, but for every second they might lose if they didn’t escape the shadows looming closer with every passing breath.

“Is that…?” Layla asks, holding Marc’s hand a little tighter. 

“It can’t be…”

It was him. 

Arthur Harrow… but he wasn’t alone. 

You were with him.

“You’re not our y/n… you can’t be—where are we?!” Marc demands to know, stepping in front of Layla protectively. His heart races as the weight of two worlds collides, an unsettling blend of familiarity and disarray swirling around them. 

The distorted lighting of the dimly lit alley distorted the figures before them, casting eerie shadows that danced against the cracked brick walls like specters of the past.

A smirk curls on Harrow’s lips, his eyes glinting with an unsettling mix of triumph and pity. “Ah, Marc, dear boy. You don’t recognize your own memories? This is a realm woven from the threads of what could have been—a universe where Y/N chose a different path.” He gestures toward you, and for the first time, the sight of you sends a shiver down Marc's spine. 

The way you stand beside Harrow, seemingly at ease, ignites a flicker of doubt. Had you truly turned against them, or was there something darker lurking beneath the surface, a manipulation lurking just out of sight?

“Y/N…no,” Layla whispers, her voice trembling with disbelief as she studies your expression, desperately searching for the essence of the person they had loved and relied on. But the aura radiating from you and Harrow felt foreign, and yet unnervingly familiar. “What have you done?” Her gaze flickers to Harrow, her mind racing to the implications of this twisted reality. 

The air thickens, heavy with an unspoken challenge as you step forward, your eyes glinting with a strange resolve that neither Marc nor Layla had ever witnessed. “This is not about what I’ve done,” you assert, each word deliberate as if unveiling a hidden truth. “This is about what you both failed to see—the potential of embracing darkness to create light.”

Marc takes a step back, a whirlwind of emotions crashing through him. Letting go of Layla’s hand feels unthinkable, yet the pull of your magnetic presence is both unsettling and irresistible. What you appear to offer—the chance to rewrite fate—thrums in the depths of his mind. Time slows as he balances between the echoes of shared laughter and the specters of past choices—a disparate motif drumming a chaos only he seems to feel. 

In that moment, reality feels as if it's splitting at the seams, inviting them to ponder a question that they could have never prepared for: Was the path to salvation more than just battles fought in the shadows, and was it perhaps hidden in the embrace of the very darkness they fought against?

~~~

Meanwhile as you had gone and asked for help, reaching out to Peter with the situation, telling you he knew a guy, you found yourself standing nervously in front of the London sanctum. Peter had assured you he could assist, emphasizing the importance of not messing up the mysterious ritual. 

Gently, you knocked on the imposing giant doors, watching in awe as they opened slowly on their own, almost beckoning you inside. Taking a cautious look around, you entered the building at a deliberate pace, the doors closing with a resounding thud behind you. As your eyes wandered around the grand interior, a man clad in a blue suit and a striking red cape floated gracefully down the staircase. 

"Y/n y/l/n, I anticipated your arrival," he addressed you, standing a few feet away. Anxious to get answers, you anxiously started, "So... you can help me? Where are my parents?" The man raised a hand to signal for quiet, interrupting your inquiry. 

"First, there's something you must understand – your parents are not within this realm," he disclosed cryptically. Stunned, you stammered, "What? No greeting, no introduction?" Irritated, he rolled his eyes before speaking with a touch of sarcasm, "Stephen Strange. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

“Yeah okay- obviously you know who I am already, so just tell me how I can bring them back,” you demand, the urgency evident in your voice as you take another determined step closer. 

“It’s not that simple. Without knowing where exactly they are, we won’t know where to go,” Stephen explains, his tone tinged with a mixture of compassion and practicality.

“Then find out!” Your impatience boils over, the desperation to reunite with your missing parents fueling your outburst. “They are my parents- I need them back!”

Stephen sighs, a shared sense of understanding passing between you both. “I empathize with your situation but it’s just not that simple. After I open the portal, you’ll need to navigate through the unknown to locate the universe they inhabit and then safely return here.”

You shift your weight impatiently, resolve shining in your eyes as you respond without hesitation, “I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring them back.”

Stephen arches an eyebrow, recognizing the unwavering determination in your gaze. Leading you towards a separate chamber, he prepares you for the challenges ahead. “It won’t be an easy journey. There will be sights that may haunt you. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I've already witnessed my biological father rising from the dead; I believe I can handle whatever lies ahead,” you assure him confidently, the memory of that astonishing event reinforcing your brave front.

Nodding at your resolve, Stephen gestures grandly, conjuring a mesmerizing display of orange and yellow sparks that converge to form a shimmering portal. As the portal expands to human-sized proportions, he steps back, the preparation complete.

Handing you a sleek triangular device, he cautions, “After you locate your parents, ensure that all of you touch this device and press the button simultaneously. It will transport you back through the portal to safety here.”

Gratefully accepting the device, you secure it in your jacket pocket, the weight of the mission ahead settling on your shoulders. “Thank you,” you express sincerely.

“Don’t mention it,” Stephen replies casually, motioning towards the now-glowing portal. “Good luck on your interdimensional journey, arachnid.”

Stepping resolutely into the portal, you pause, surprised by the revelation of your alter ego that Stephen casually drops. “Um, thanks for the support.”

With a nod of acknowledgment, you take the final step into the unknown, ready to traverse the intricate web of the multiverse in pursuit of your beloved parents.

~~~

Back with Marc and Layla, the tension in the room thickened as Steven and Jake continued to remain mysteriously absent, granting Marc full dominion over the body. This newfound authority weighed heavily on Marc, visible in the way his shoulders tensed and his every movement exuded uncertainty.

The second y/n, her laughter ringing ominously through the air, moved closer towards the bewildered couple. A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she taunted Marc Spector, a name from a past that now seemed distant and yet hauntingly familiar. "I never thought I'd witness that look of disbelief on your face again, Marc Spector. Not since the day I extinguished your life," she chuckled darkly, twirling a dagger nonchalantly in her hand.

The widening eyes of Marc and Layla betrayed their escalating horror as the truth unfolded before them. "You... we... we're deceased in this realm? You ended my life?!" Marc's voice quivered with a blend of fear and disbelief, his world shattering into a million fractured pieces.

"It was a simple feat. You were so naïve, so easily deceived. Even Steven and Jake fell into my trap without a hint of suspicion," the mysterious figure, now identified as Harrow, reassured with a cold grip on the other y/n's shoulder. "Now, Khonshu and the others bow to my will - a reality beyond your grasp." Her laughter, tinged with madness, echoed hauntingly in the confined space, sending shivers down Layla's spine.

Layla, her voice laced with urgency and desperation, stepped forward in a bid to plead for reason. "Please, think about this. We are not meant to linger here. Allow us the chance to find our way back to where we belong."

Dismissing Layla's plea with a disdainful scoff, the other y/n's gaze darkened with a resolute finality. "This is not a dilemma we concern ourselves with. This time, the veil between life and death shall not be breached again," she stated coldly, her eyes narrowing as Harrow silently signaled permission for a potentially fatal encounter.

The impending danger loomed menacingly as Harrow's chilling smile and the ominous words she imparted to the other y/n set the stage for a confrontation that could tilt the scales of fate irreversibly. "Show them no mercy," instructed Harrow, the weight of her authority palpable in those words.

The other y/n, bearing the weight of a deeply woven past and an uncertain future, responded to Harrow's command with a stoic assurance. "As you wish, father," she affirmed, her resolve unwavering as she prepared to execute a fate that could seal the doomed couple's existence in the enigmatic realm they were trapped in.

~~~

You blink a few times as you enter the new world, the unfamiliar surroundings painting a scene of wonder and intrigue before you. 

Looking around the building you’re in, your eyes linger on the intricate design of the architecture, the way the light filters in from the skylights above casting patterns on the floor beneath your feet. Your breath catches at the grandeur of it all, a whispered "woah" escaping your lips as you try to take it all in.

Taking a few hesitant steps forward, your senses are overloaded with the sights and sounds of this strange place. A low hum fills the air as a floating platform descends gracefully from the tall opening in the ceiling, the soft glow of its runes illuminating the space around you. On the platform, you spot a man standing tall, his expression a mix of curiosity and bemusement as he gazes down at you. 

Beside him stands another figure, much smaller in stature but no less intriguing, their eyes fixed on you with a mixture of wariness and fascination. As you stand there, the weight of the unknown pressing in around you, you can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration mingled with trepidation. 

"Dad..? Is that you?" you called out eagerly, your heart racing with anticipation as the platform steadily approached. Drawing nearer, a mixture of hope and doubt churned within you, causing your breath to catch in your throat. 

However, as the figure on the approaching platform became clearer, revealing features that bore no resemblance to your father, a wave of disappointment washed over you.

"Do I look like your dad?" he asks sarcastically, a playful glint in his eye, as you shake your head in response. Meanwhile, the tiny floating woman, with her ethereal presence, seems to defy the laws of physics by almost teleporting right into your face. Startled, you take a step back, a mix of surprise and intrigue dancing in your eyes.

"Aww! Look how cute she is!" the tiny woman exclaims, her voice overflowing with a sense of wonder and delight. As she gushes over your mystical visitor, golden sparks of pure magic emanate from her essence, casting a mesmerizing glow around her petite form.

"Uh.. weird question-“ you start to ask tentatively, your words trailing off as the weight of the larger man's presence fills the small space around you. His stern demand to "Zip it" echoes in the cramped room, silencing any further inquiries for the moment. As you gather your thoughts under the intensity of his gaze, you can't help but feel a knot of apprehension tighten in your gut.

"How’d you find this place?” The larger man steps off the platform, stopping maybe a foot away from you, his navy and red suits boots creaking slightly under his weight as he gazes down at you with a discerning look etched across his weathered face. 

As you stood there in the dimly lit room, a sense of urgency tugged at your heartstrings. "I'm just looking for my dad, man," you uttered softly, the words hanging heavy in the air.

"Did Peter B recruit you?” He asks, his voice laced with an undertone of suspicion as he eyed you intently, searching for any subtle signs of betrayal in your expression.

"Who?" you ask innocently, feigning ignorance to mask the rapid beating of your heart that threatened to give away your ruse.

The man’s body tenses almost imperceptibly at your response, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before the smooth mask of his suit shifts in a mechanical motion to cover his face. The sudden movement sends a shiver down your spine, a silent warning that you were playing a dangerous game with dangerous people.

"Whoa, dude, can you please calm down? I assure you, I have no intention of causing any harm." Your voice wavers slightly as you instinctively raise your hands up as a gesture of surrender before the intense situation.

Observing your reaction, he tilts his head in curiosity, taking a step closer, while the small floating woman, who seems to possess a wisdom beyond her appearance, chooses this moment to interject. "Miguel, come on, ease up a bit. Can't you see that shes, like, a child? There's no need for the gwumpy face,” she remarks, crossing her arms in a display of playfully authoritative posture.

As you press the intricate button on your ring with a sense of familiarity, you feel a rush of anticipation building up within you. The signal triggers a swift and elegant transformation process, like a metallic dance enveloping your body. 

The special material of your spider suit elegantly molds itself around you, its unique design serving both form and function. Ensuring every crevice fits snugly and each joint moves with precision, you witness the suit's shimmering surface gleaming in the dim light.

In response to your transformation, the man known only as Miguel reacts with a subtle yet noticeable gesture, raising an eyebrow beneath the mysterious cover of his mask. Slowly, deliberately, he strides toward you with an air of confidence, his movements calculated and purposeful. The space between you diminishes until you can feel the solid wall pressing against your back, a physical barrier raising your awareness.

“Tell me how you found us,” he orders, his tone firm and commanding. “Now,” he demands, his eyes piercing and unwavering.

"Listen, Miguel," you begin nervously, your voice quivering slightly. "I'm just trying to find my dad," you explain, a hint of desperation creeping into your tone.

“Well, he’s not here,” Miguel interrupts abruptly, his expression hardened, leaving no room for negotiation.

As you process his words, a flood of emotions washes over you. Disappointment, frustration, and a lingering sense of determination swirl within you. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before responding.

"Then I'll be on my way," you assert calmly, despite the turmoil swirling inside you.

"You know where the spider society is, I'm afraid you can't leave just yet,” he says sternly as his mask slides back into place, hiding the intensity of his gaze. He watches you intently, unyielding in his stance.

You begin to assure him, “I'm not going to tell anyone about this, I promise—" but he cuts you off, his voice unwavering, “We can't trust that—trust you to keep this secret safe.” 

"Just let her go, Miguel," the small woman interrupted, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency as she hovered by Miguel's shoulder. Your exasperated sigh filled the tense air, a subtle indicator of your frustration in the face of this unexpected encounter.

"I'm not from this universe; I'm simply navigating my way back to my parents," you explained, your tone pleading for understanding. 

Miguel's focused gaze remains fixed on you as he calmly reaches out to operate a button situated on his sleek desk, instantly deactivating the petite woman standing nearby with a swift motion. His mask smoothly slides back into place, concealing any hint of emotion on his stoic face.

Within the blink of an eye, he lunges aggressively towards you, his hands grabbing your shoulders with a forceful grip before deftly spinning you around and forcefully pressing your back against the cold, forbidding wall.

Reacting swiftly and instinctively, you adeptly duck and drop to the ground, maneuvering out of his grasp just in time to evade the sharp, menacing claws that scrape menacingly against the protective metal surface of your suit.

With skilled agility, you roll skillfully out from under his towering figure as he whirls around in search of apprehending you again, his intent clear in his predatory movements, poised for another attempt to capture you. In your hands, you deftly produce the invaluable portal device, a powerful tool that may be your key to escape or turn the tables in this tense confrontation.

Miguel's swift and aggressive move caught you off guard as he tackled you to the floor, causing your grip to loosen and the device slipped out of your hand, falling with a clatter. Your immediate protest was cut short by his forceful action as he hoisted you up by your arm, his grip a vice as he pushed you back against the unyielding wall. 

The word "stay" was a command that brooked no defiance, echoing with a threatening undertone that sent shivers down your spine.

As Miguel turned away, a surge of adrenaline propelled you into action, your instincts screaming at you to seize the opportunity to escape. You slipped away noiselessly, stealthily retrieving the precious device, your fingers trembling slightly with a mix of fear and determination. The button under your touch felt both familiar and alien, a key to another reality beckoning with unknown possibilities.

With a quick press, the device came to life, emitting a soft hum that seemed to vibrate in tune with the escalating beating of your heart. The split-second decision had been made, and as the world around you shimmered and twisted, Miguel's approaching footsteps were the last evidence of the reality you left behind.

One universe down.. many more to go.

~~~

In the alternate reality, where the version of 'you' present had decidedly not shown mercy towards Marc and Layla, an intense confrontation unfolded. Jake found himself in a pressing situation where he had to take command of the shared body to thwart the aggressive actions of the other 'you' without causing significant harm. 

This pivotal event took place just a mere hour in the past, yet its repercussions and the adrenaline of the moment still lingered in the cramped surroundings of their hideout.

Currently seeking refuge inside a nondescript gas station, Jake and Layla tried to find a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. The air was heavy with tension as they sipped on the subpar coffee available at the establishment, the bitter liquid providing a stark contrast to the bitter circumstances surrounding them. 

Despite the apparent calmness that now enveloped the space they were in, both Layla and Jake knew that danger still lurked just beyond the walls of their temporary sanctuary. Each sip of coffee served as a bitter reminder of the harrowing events that had transpired, emphasizing the need for them to remain vigilant and stay on guard. 

Jake's frantic pacing came to a halt as he voiced his inner turmoil, feeling the weight of responsibility for Y/N's safety pressing down on him. "What do we do?" he questioned, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. The thought of leaving Y/N alone in an unknown place gnawed at his conscience, clouding his mind with worry.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Jake's nerves became apparent through his restless rambling, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. Layla, recognizing the unease plaguing Jake, reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm. Her touch, warm and reassuring, offered a sense of solace amidst the chaos that swirled around them.

“We can't just leave Y/N behind. How are we going to make it back?” Jake's words revealed the depth of his concern, his eyes darting around in search of a solution to their predicament. The uncertainty of their situation loomed large, casting a shadow over their plans and testing their resolve.

Layla's soothing response broke through the fog of doubt that clouded Jake's mind, her voice calm and steady as she assured him, “We'll find a way back, and I'm certain that Y/N is capable enough to handle whatever comes her way. She's a strong, capable young woman, and we have to trust in her strength."

Jake, feeling a surge of gratitude for Layla's unwavering support, let her words wash over him, a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty. The weight of responsibility began to lift slightly from his shoulders as he absorbed her calm reassurances, a glimmer of optimism shining through the darkness of doubt.

“I know. you're.. right,” Jake acknowledged, his voice softer now, tinged with a sense of relief. Running a hand wearily down his face, he exhaled heavily, a semblance of peace settling upon him. In Layla's presence, he found a sense of clarity and comfort, her unwavering belief in their ability to overcome obstacles serving as a guiding light in their journey back to safety.

Layla let out a gentle sigh, her brows furrowed with genuine concern as she inquired, "And how about the others? Are they doing alright?" Her voice held a note of apprehension, betraying her worry for the well-being of their companions.

Jake gave a slight nod, his expression grave yet reassuring. "They seem to have settled down for now. It might be best if they stay put for a while," he remarked, his hand mimicking a tear sliding down his cheek as he referenced Steven without directly naming him. The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air, palpable in his somber demeanor.

In response, Layla let out a soft chuckle, her laughter mingling with a hint of fond exasperation. "Don't be too hard on him," she chided gently, her words laced with empathy. 

"It's perfectly natural to feel overwhelmed and show emotion in times like these-“ Her gaze softened as she defended Steven, a touch of understanding in her voice that spoke volumes about her compassionate nature towards their friend's vulnerability.

"He cries at movies," Jake cuts her off with a chuckle, his eyes glistening as he recalls the emotional scenes that always tug at his heartstrings.

"So do I," Layla replies, her voice warm and understanding, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. She mirrors Jake's gestures, placing her hands on her hips in solidarity.

Jake, ever the skeptic, rolls his eyes at Layla's response, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he dismisses her comments. Their banter is light-hearted and filled with shared moments of teasing and laughter.

"We’ll be okay," she assures him with a gentle smile, her expression filled with a comforting warmth that enveloped them both. Her eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope, sending a silent reassurance to Jake. It was a small gesture, but it carried a weight of sincerity that eased the tension in the air.

Jake, catching her gaze, felt a sense of calm wash over him. He recognized the unspoken promise in her eyes, a promise of unwavering support and solidarity. Somehow, her simple words held a profound significance, grounding him amidst the uncertainty of the moment.

With a subtle nod, Jake acknowledged her words, his own silent agreement reflecting in his eyes. It was a mutual understanding that transcended spoken language, a shared belief in their ability to weather whatever challenges lay ahead.

In that fleeting moment of connection, they found solace in each other's presence, drawing strength from the unspoken bond between them. It was a poignant reminder of the power of human connection, of the comfort that can be found in a shared smile and a knowing look.

And as they faced the unknown future together, they held onto that shared assurance, a simple yet profound declaration that echoed in their hearts: "We’ll be okay."

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A/N - OOPS CLIFFHANGER!!!!! next part out hopefully by NOVEMBER 25th!!! i love you all so much, i cant wait to see feedback on the new writing style and about the story :)

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