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tulipsforvin · 23 days

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Hiii, how are you? I love your writing sm, especially your Mycroft fics. I didn’t even like his character that much until I read your fanfics about him ^^

So can I request a jealous Mycroft Holmes x trophy wife reader? Something similar to your last post or maybe a continuation?

Thanks sm <3

✦ YOU BELONG TO ME ‧₊˚✩彡

🌷: HII im good :) thnx sm for the kind words !! have a nice day/night

🌷: F!TROPHY WIFE READER x JEALOUS MYCROFT HOLMES

⚠️: such a cliché 🙏, somewhat suggestive at the end.

surely this was to be expected; you were in no way lacking. the attention your beauty and elegance brought with you was only one of the many implications that came with marrying you. he could handle it, couldn't he? surely he could. you were his trophy wife, an accessory to be shown at the best.

but that position didn't quite please you. no no, you wanted more. you wanted all of him, him and his affections, every bit of his attention. you wanted to be more than just a mere prize to him. which is why..

“right! and then he said—” music & loud voices dipped in cheery laughter blur into the background.

watching yet another group of men group you crowd you for the umpteenth time this night—something began to rise within him. anger, frustration, disgust.. he wasn't sure what it exactly was. perhaps a mixture of them all. all he knew was that it made his stomach feel hollow, his chest burn with something foreign and bile crawl up to his throat.

you high five a nobleman. that noble looks too happy over mere skin contact. the muscle under his eye twitches slightly. ‘really?’ he wishes to say out loud. he's the one who brought you here. you're his wife.

“..mr. holmes.”

“mr. holmes.”

“mr. mycroft holmes.”

mycroft snaps out of his thoughts. “ah.” he blinks. his dark eyes smoothly shift back to the man infront of him. “apologies, secretary general. please continue.”

“...” the secretary general scans mycroft's face for any expression hinting to why he seems so out of it tonight. mycroft is too clever not to notice so he arches an eyebrow and the secretary general clears his throat. “ahem. as i was saying, if we are to implement better rules and regulations then..”

the secretary general's voice fades into the background for the second time this night. mere background noise to mycroft holmes—the man known to be devoted to his work. well.. not tonight though. there was something else bothering him.

“you're so beautiful, miss. (name)!” the man infront of you chirps, a patch of hair on his chin for a beard.

his beard doesn't even connect, mycroft scoffs under his breath, thinking to himself. if you can even call it a beard—it's just barely visible stubble. barely there.

“oh thank you!” your hand pats his forearm lightly.

what on earth are you doing? he wishes he could say.

he glances back at the babbling man infront of him; not a stop to his endless tirade of words. he sighs.

“mr. holmes, are you okay?” the secretary general says, tilting his head to the side by the slightest.

“i am.” mycroft replies curtly, not even looking at him. his attention is somewhere else entirely. on you, to be exact. and that rat looking bastard besides you.

“i should be the one thanking you for attending. otherwise i wouldn't have been able to meet you.” the nobleman's gaze falls to your neck where a beautiful pearl necklace rests. “such a gorgeous necklace, i must say.” he uses it as an excuse to caress your neck with the back of his fingers.

mycroft's face darkens visibly, a vein protruding on his jaw as he clenches it. his eyebrows furrow, forming a small line in the space between.

that's enough. he thinks. he doesn't like that. no, not at all. why aren't you saying anything to that bastard?

instead of pushing the nobleman away, it felt like you were encouraging his actions, letting him do as he pleases with you—and that really irritated mycroft.

a server carrying several glasses of sparkling wine walks to each group of people, asking them if they would like some. when the server comes to you, the nobleman alongside you picks up two glasses.

the man is cheerful as he speaks to you, obviously feeling quite joyous at the chance of being able to talk to someone as beautiful as you. “here, miss. a glass of champagne each for you and for me.”

“thank y—”

in mere seconds mycroft has excused himself and began striding to you, footsteps large and distanced.

“thank you.” a man's hands, large and veiny slithers into the space between you and the nobleman. and when they pull back, they retrieve the two glasses of sparkling wine from the nobleman.

your neck snaps around to the deep, familiar voice behind you. you look up to see a tall and looming mycroft, annoyance plastered across his face, hand you one glass and keep the other to himself.

“mycroft!” you smile up at him, eyes glittering. you take the glass of champagne from him and sip at it.

“o-oh,” the nobleman falters, stepping back instinctively. “good.. good evening, mr. holmes.”

“evening.” mycroft's voice is low and rumbly. an arm travels to your hips and he pulls you in close to him.

“fine banquet, isn't it? i quite like the atmosphe—”

“yes, yes.” mycroft hums dismissively. “pardon me, but me and my wife have somewhere to be.”

that's all he says before he's practically dragging you away, a firm hand still grasping onto your waist—not even letting either of you bid farewell to each other.

“we do?” you peek up at him as you're walking away.

“yes.” his voice is quiet. tight. firm. growly. everything sexy. “i feel as if a little disciplining might be in order.”

you gulp thickly at his words as he leads you to the bathroom. but this was what you wanted, after all.

you can't help the small and subtle smirk that appears on your painted lips. “ofcourse.. darling.”

#mycroft holmes x you #mycroft holmes x reader #mycroft holmes x y/n #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot x you #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x you #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #mtp x reader #mycroft holmes #mycroft holmes mtp #mtp mycroft holmes

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megalony · 5 years

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Liar- Part 3

Another part of my latest Roger Taylor series which I hope everyone is enjoying so far. Thank you for the feedback so quickly it is much appreciated.

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"Stop bloody asking." Roger snapped, his head twisting at an odd angle to look down at (Y/n) who was stood at his side. Her eyes widening at the rudeness in his tone that he had never used with her before. She couldn't help but ask if he was okay because it was clear there was something wrong with him.

Roger was getting angry. Even with the band, he snapped at the slightest little thing today which was noticeable since the moment (Y/n) walked in at lunchtime. Clearly seeing that Roger had been like this all morning since all of the band were now getting edgy with him. His hand was constantly scratching at his right arm so much he was leaving marks around the scar that he couldn't seem to get off his mind. He was more jittery than usual, Roger normally had that sense of hyperness about him which helped with drumming but today he couldn't sit still. His foot tapped up and down against the floor or the pedals so badly he was adding too many cymbal beats into the music.

Something was wrong.

"You've been pissy all morning and now you're snapping at me, what's wrong?" Something had happened last week for Roger to suddenly spike. His anxiety seemed to go through the roof and he couldn't keep himself calm or at ease, he was on a spring that was constantly going off.

"I'm just wound up." Roger sighed the words in a way that showed he didn't mean to be this rude. His head leaned back against the wall behind him as he continued to look down at (Y/n). His eyes pleading his case and saying a silent sorry as he leaned down to press his temple against hers as he closed his eyes for a moment or two. When he finally pulled back he looked over at the rest of the band. Seeing Brian was in the recording booth doing his guitar part for their latest song, John was sitting on the sofa in this room and Freddie was hanging around the controls. Just waiting to tell Brian to change his riff or tweak something here and there like he always did.

Moving his hand, Roger brought the cigarette clasped between his index and middle finger to his lips. Inhaling the calming smoke and nicotine as he went back to resting his head against the wall. His eyes intently watching (Y/n) as she wandered over to Freddie when she was beckoned.

One moment of solitude was all Roger was gaining right now. Just one moment to feel like he could calm down before he was sent reeling once again in the worst possible way. His head snapped to the left at an ungodly speed that made him feel as if he had just broken his neck. His blue orbs latching onto the redhead now standing on his right who had previously been sitting on the sofa with John.

She wore a smile that Roger could only class as devilish, and not in the good kind of way. The way that showed her thoughts were plotting something that could only be seen as bad and the true work of the devil. Her painted red lips parted just enough to show her pearl white teeth, an image that made Roger think of sharks. If she flashed her teeth at him any more than that her lips would curve in odd ways like her lips were crooked and resembled the smile of the grinch.

He could feel her fingertips dragging along his arm, her nails scraping ever so lightly he wasn't really sure if they were actually in contact with his skin or not. The feeling trailed right where he didn't want it, over the scar leading from his elbow and stopping just short of his wrist. The very scar that was now burning with the desire for Roger to scratch it raw until it bled. Her fingers didn't stop there, they trailed right up his hand until they were placed over his own that were holding the cigarette to his pale dusty rose lips. This was an action he was used to but one that he didn't like. She was always like this with everyone and Roger was the only one who didn't like it.

Her fingers delicately took the cigarette from his lips to place it between her own, taking a drag as she never let her eyes move away from his own. Her head cocked to the side as Roger clearly curved his lips in a way that resembled a sneer as if he was going to growl at her at any moment.

"Don't have your own?" Roger's tone was one that (Y/n) could decipher like it was an encrypted code as she turned her body around. Leaning against the controls so she could look over at her boyfriend in confusion and slight worry. He spoke the words in a tone that seemed almost playful, as if he was messing with the woman in front of him and (Y/n) could see that was because she and the boys were there. But if they weren't she wondered if he would have snapped at her too. Underneath, his words were spoken in a way that showed irritation. That gave away Roger was not fond of this woman who seemed to act perfectly fine and even a bit flirtatiously with him.

"You never used to mind sharing with me." She responded in a tone that was sultry. Her voice was coated in too much sugar that it would have tasted sickly on her tongue. She batted her eyelashes at the drummer who simply narrowed his back at her. His teeth rubbing against one another as the muscles surrounding his jaw pressed harshly against the skin confining them to the bone.

"Maybe I just didn't have a choice." Roger cocked his brow at her but his response was simply a puff of smoke back that was released from her slightly parted lips very slowly. The smoke whirling around his eyes and clouding around them as if they were trying to change his eye colour and darken it.

"Poor boy... does it hurt?" A violent shiver ran down Roger's spine when her fingertip went back to tracing his scar. Her head leaning to the side as she feigned innocence that had long been lost in the past. Her hand pressing that little bit harder into Roger's skin, dragging her nail down the crystal clear mark tainting him before his hand enveloped around her wrist with a bruising grip. He roughly threw her hand away from his skin before she could do any damage, feeling the overwhelming need to lash out and punch the wall or even push her down. But Roger would never have the bottle to do that.

"Does your head hurt?" Roger's comment was the one and only thing that allowed him to watch her dreadful blood-red lips falter in their broken smile that could put nightmares into the head of the bravest person on Earth. He didn't make a move to touch her or run his fingertip along her own scar like she had done him. All Roger did was glance to her temple where a small white slash mark was prominent.

Roger should have known he wouldn't have won that battle.

He never seemed to win. His eyes burned like the sun as he watched her take another, very slow drag of the almost finished cigarette before she leaned up to his ear. Breathing the smoke close to his skin to make him feel as if he were on fire or burning.

"You still haven't said sorry, Rog." Her words made Roger want to curl up right then and there and burst into tears. Yet the only thing he could do was stare into the carpet like his soul had suddenly become detached from his body. His legs slowly turning him around before he left the room in silence, his hand clamping down on his mouth to stop a scream from escaping. He walked like he was on his very last reserves of energy yet his body gave off an image of anger. The tension in his muscles stopped him from looking like he was about to collapse to the ground.

When he reached the back of the building outside, Roger leaned heavily against the wall, allowing it to support his weight that was becoming too much for him to handle. His head lolling to the side like his neck had been broken when (Y/n) appeared not a minute later.

"Don't." Roger couldn't be sure if he was warning her or pleading with her to drop the subject but either way Roger wasn't ready for this. When would he ever be ready to face these facts that were desperate to ruin his life?

"That's her, isn't it? Your ex who hurt you." The drummer wouldn't meet her eyes, he simply let his head loll down again giving the impression he had just been hung as he stared at the ground. Roger had told himself he wouldn't lie to (Y/n) and if he said no to her question he would be lying. It was clear to (Y/n) that the woman inside was one that Roger did not get along with. She touched his scar like it was personal as if she was happy about it or even proud and if (Y/n) thought that she was the one who did it then it made sense. She had left her mark on Roger and she was proud of that. And the way he spoke to her, he had never spoken to anyone like that before that (Y/n) knew of. The words he said and how he spoke them gave the game away.

"I said don't."

"But she's here! She's preying on you in there and she's messing with you because she thinks she can get away with it. Why is she even here?" Whoever the mysterious woman was, she had turned up at the studio before (Y/n) and she had only learnt the woman's name. No one said who she was or why she was here so (Y/n) guessed she was just a friend of the band like she herself was and had turned up for the music. She knew them all well enough but (Y/n) hadn't spoken to her.

"The boys don't know, what the fuck do you want me to do?" Roger snapped for the second time that day at (Y/n) in less than twenty minutes.

He couldn't say anything because the band didn't know Roger's history with the woman inside who acted like a flirtatious friend with him. He couldn't tell anyone and the very fact (Y/n) now knew who she was to Roger set him on edge because his secrets were beginning to unravel and he didn't like it. He wished now that he hadn't told her because he would have kept himself and his history safer that way if he'd only have kept his mouth shut and his secrets to himself.

"She's not doing this to you and getting away with it." (Y/n) wouldn't let this stranger saunter in like she owned the place just to torment Roger like this. He had clearly suffered and she was not letting her boyfriend get hurt anymore. She didn't care who this woman was or what she had done to Roger, she wasn't letting it happen anymore.

(Y/n)'s eyes locked with Roger's when he grasped her wrist tight enough to leave bruises. His form towering over her own as he pulled her to his chest to stop her from going inside. She had promised she wouldn't tell the boys and making a scene would get them suspicious. This was not (Y/n)'s mess to deal with and sadly it wasn't her place to intervene. Roger wasn't having her fight his battles and he wasn't having her destroy the life and the lie he had kept up for ten years. This was his life and no one was going to disrupt anything.

"She already has. Don't you fucking dare go in there and say a word, I mean it. You promised me-"

"Don't talk to me like that, I promised I wouldn't tell the boys what you went through. I never promised to stand by and let your abuser torment you. Give me one good reason not to go and kick her out." (Y/n) understood Roger was hurt and he was afraid but he couldn't just let this woman walk into his life and cause chaos whenever she so chose. It wasn't fair and (Y/n) did no promise to watch Roger get hurt, she promised not to tell his life to anyone because that wasn't fair. She could go and have a word with this woman and make her leave without causing a scene in front of the boys.

"She's Brian's sister."

#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger x reader #imagine #queen band #freddie mercury #Brian May #john deacon #liar

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 6 years

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The full effects of Pearl getting zapped as a little squidkid and how Marina helped

(thanks again anon!)

okay so, since Pearl’s an Inkling imma gloss over some reality for this bc we can’t really know how any of this would work for an anthropomorphic squid

Cool? cool

im thinking little kid Pearl DID get electrocuted at the youth singing contest where she blew out the speakers-

(side note, theres an artbook mention that Pearl’s voice is ridiculously powerful and Marina had to made a special tuner to keep Peaarl’s singing from busting shit every time she sings. holy carp)

-but she wasn’t like burned or anything so no one realized how hurt she was, not even her

that kind of a shock can have some pretty bad effects though

for Pearl those included: trouble with balance

(still can’t ride a bike without training wheels + clumsy enough to hurt herself showing off in the octo interview)

irritability

(insert pic of Pearl glowering)

distractibility and trouble focusing

(cant sit still for too long and paces around during recording, picking adventure over relaxation, prefers movies to books and likes action maybe cause its big, in your face and doesn’t expect you to remember small stuff)

headaches, chronic pain, depression, self-isolation...

... a ton of stuff that she wouldn’t have had any explanation for. things just seemed to get crappier the older she got

add to that how other people were probably trying to get to stop doing all this stuff she couldn’t help and then factor in the start of teenagerdom and the result is Yikes

not fun

she tried changing things up. cut her hair super short, started wearing all black and chains and spikes, tried getting some of the pain and frustration out by joining a metal band where her insane voice wouldn’t earn her ‘shh’ings and she could scream her throat raw if she wanted to

the stunted growth thing doesn’t seem to happen to humans, but Pearl’s not a human so handwave that

So she’s short, and dealing with pain that doesn’t seem to have and cause, and she frustrates herself and others with her new memory/focusing troubles and fidgeting

Cue Marina

Marina’s got no idea what Pearl ‘used to’ be like

Marina’s got no idea what Inklings supposed to like in general, aside from the ‘Enimies!’ she was fed and the ‘WOW COOL’ she saw for herself during the Calamari Inkantation

and also, Marina is a fucking nice and decent cepholopod. so she just takes Pearl as she is

which gives Pearl a chance to pause and start doing the same

who the fuck cares what anyone else thinks??? Marina is awesome and Marina likes her, doesn’t shhh her just makes equipment that can handle her voice, always has this fond look in her eye even when doing something heinous

(like eating mayo straight from the jar. with a Fork)

when Pearl has a bad night and cant sleep Marina is always just one call away, happy to stay up chatting about nothing or come over and play games even though she’s dead tired and needs a dozen energy drinks to keep her eyes open

when Pearl’s headaches flare up now she barely has time to wince before Marina is tossing her a helmet and taking for a motorcycle ride, out of the city to explore places with no glaring lights or flashing screens or yells from the endless turfwars

and when Pearl gets fed up even so, when rants about how fucked up her body is with all the stupid pains and shortness and how she suddenly got clumsy and short-fused out of nowhere

Marina listens...

...then asks if Pearl has ever, by chance, been in an accident with electrical equipment

because of COURSE Marina knows about that stuff

she was an engineer before Pearl was even old enough for her first turfwar, she’s probably seen or been warned about all sorts of accidents and injuries and what their damage could be

and as she explains about what a bad shock can do to you, even years or decades later, Pearl just stares in stunned silence

she remembers the youth competition

blowing out the speakers, feeling weird and sick afterwards- but she’d thought it was just because of how bad the day had went...

now she knows maybe it was more than just a bad mood

now she’s got an answer for all the stuff she’s been dealing with since then

knowing it’s real helps

and the calm way Marina talks about it helps too, almost as much as the simple fact that Marina is sitting with her, explaining it all in the same gentle tone as ever, still no hint that she has or will EVER have any thought of not being right here, with Pearl

next time Pearl has a bad day, that little fact is what helps her the most

#splatoon 2 #pearl #headcanons #marina #.#....#..........#and uhhhhhhhh some hints of maybe pearlina bc hm yes good #and for the record i know u dont need to get zapped to have any of this stuff #i aint never been zapped and look at me #but #for the sake of speculation...

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subnova-scion · 5 years

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🟊⟅⸉ IM GONNA TALK ABOUT NOVAVERSE CYM AND WHAT HAPPENS AFTER CAUSE I HAVE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS LETS GO ⸊⟆🟊

During the final confrontation with White Diamond, not only were the CG’s unable to help Steven, they were turned against him. If the B-team had come in at that moment, they would’ve been turned against him, too. Can you fucking imagine? Seeing your family and friends slowly being possessed? Screaming, howling in agony as they’re turned against you? And you can’t do anything to stop it? And all you’ve got to back you up is your human friend who the person controlling everyone else thinks is disposable? And will not hesitate to try and kill her?

And you’re just a child?

Yeah!!! Steven doesn’t just end up having nightmares about being ripped apart from his gem once this is all over! He also has nightmares about the White Puppets. He had to see them turned! Every adult figure he’s ever trusted and loved had been turned against him by a villain who LITERALLY TRIED TO KILL HIM NOT EVEN MINUTES LATER. LIKE. WHITE DIAMOND DID THAT, KNOWING THAT THE ‘HUMAN CHILD’ PINK WAS ‘HIDING IN’ WOULD PROBABLY, IF NOT UNDOUBTEDLY, DIE.

“I’m tired of this shit, Pink. Time to end it and kill the organic parasite so you can’t run from your problems anymore.”

This is why Steven’s relationship with White Diamond in NOVAverse will be far from canon. He will always be scared of her!! AND THAT’S THE TEA!

As for the attempted murder, Steven barely remembers what happened when it comes to getting his gem removed and seeing his other half. Because when his gem was taken out it was, uh, very bad. Like,, from a gore standpoint. He only remembers vague feelings and images. Both halves experienced the same event, but from their own separate perspectives. One half was bleeding out, though, and your memory kind of takes a back seat when you’re LITERALLY DYING. So Like? He remembers it? But it’s mostly one sided, through his gem half. And that’s why it feels so bizarre when he tries to remember what happened. It feels like an extreme case of out of body dissociation.

Meanwhile, Yellow and Blue and the CG 3 couldn’t remember anything. They didn’t know what was happening, just what they were feeling as White was controlling them. It was severely emotionally and physically painful, and that’s all they knew! So they had no idea what happened, and the crystal gems freaked out when they were freed from White’s control and saw the state of their kid. Because there was still blood!! Everywhere! All over him! And Connie! Since she had to carry Steven over to his other half while he was BLEEDING OUT WITH A HOLE THE SIZE OF HIS FIST IN HIS GUTS.

And these two kids were too relieved and in shock and generally traumatized to answer their questions! They couldn’t even begin to process what exactly had nearly happened to him. Nova had already started to dissociate as soon as he was whole again? Cause his brain was like: ‘Haha gonna just black most of that out and go numb to protect you and keep you functioning through this hellish experience lmao.’

Considering he was almost killed for like the 12th time in his 14 years of life, there are VERY obvious reasons as to why he began falling into a state of dissociation, but what he started dissociating from first is deeply rooted in what happened to him. The first thing he dissociated from was his feelings. See, after his human half sustained serious damage, guess which half has to kick into higher gear to keep him alive and functioning after going through awful trauma?

The gem half. Which is well… Numb. We see that PINK!Steven literally cannot process emotion other than the intense, overwhelmingly negative ones. That sudden outburst, the literal grief and rage of a young god that is sick and tired of everyone wanting his mother to be alive over him. Quartz (That’s what I call Nova’s gem half) didn’t hesitate to strike at all of Nova’s loved ones. He had no attachment. He was doing what he needed to do to protect himself and his other half so they could be whole again. Everyone else was an afterthought.

And that’s how you know Quartz is different. Because the human half, and even as a whole, Steven puts everyone else first. Human Nova (who I call Universe) is literally bleeding out and he’s crying out for his other half to stop because he’s hurting them. But that half is a part of him. And it’s a part he’s been needing to get in touch with for a long time. Considering Steven puts others before himself even to his own detriment, and the reactions of his human half only solidify this fact, if his gem half was anything like that, Steven could have died. He couldn’t afford to strain or distract himself trying to help or protect others. He needed to help himself. Save Steven. That was the objective.

And even as two halves are united again, the gem half is still more or less handling the reigns because of how straight wrecked the human half is at the time. It’s still working to protect himself as a whole. And the first sign of this emotional change is shown in the first thing he says to white after she tried to murder him.

“I am a child. What’s your excuse?”

See, now that he’s been reunited with his other half, he has all the emotions and feelings his human half provides, too. So he’s able to actually lay down some sick burns and common sense without going absolutely apeshit and creating craters with his screams. And this boy didn’t leave quietly with ‘If you let everyone else be whoever they are, maybe you can let yourself be whoever you are, too.’ No. That didn’t quite happen in NOVAverse. Yanno what happened? Yellow and Blue confronted White first, and since she had yet to regain her composure, she was shaken and defensive.

They almost started fighting all over again. They were all terrified and scrambling in fear of the unknown. Until White’s attention was on Steven again. Because, who is this little creature supposed to be if they aren’t Pink??? What the fresh fuck is going on?! Now, we all know PINK!Steven is Mcfuckin Pissed. The gem is back-loaded with thousands of years of emotional turmoil and trauma, most of which isn’t even his own. And this is related to WHY he initially goes off on the diamonds, too.

Because he goes off on them defending Pink Pearl.

Steven had to relieve through so many of his mother’s memories of abuse, and her painful memories of regret regarding what happened to her best friend??? So to actually see Pink Pearl okay and looking like herself again was so important to him. He didn’t just go 'welcome back’ and pat her on the shoulder, HE HUGGED HER AND HELPED HER TO HER FEET. HE WAS IN TEARS. He walked her over to the CGs and said, “ You’re coming with us. ”

LIKE. SHES BEEN SUBJECTED TO MENTAL AND PHYSICAL TORTURE FOR +8,000 YEARS??? GET HER AWAY FROM WHITE. And when White managed to regain her composure and what he was doing caught her attention, she asked him what he could possibly be doing taking her pearl? That’s when Nova went off.

“ She was never yours. She was my mother’s best friend and you took her away and turned her into a puppet and used her as an emotional manipulation tactic to keep my mother under your thumb.

You have kept her like this for thousands of years. It’s time she comes home with us so she can finally start to be herself again. Far away from you.

Die Mad About It.”

Boy put his foot down not just on that, but about his mom and why she left, and why he came here in the first place, that he needed White’s help. And everyone was in such shock and was so overwhelmed and lost because of what just happened that they listened to what he had to say and they did what he told them to! They didn’t know what else to do or how to move forward now that their worlds have been turned upside down!

The night they got back to Earth, the diamonds had to hang around for a while because Steven and Connie are a mess and the CG’s have to take care of them before anything else happens. They have to get them checked out (thanks Dr.Maheswaran.) It was determined they were both in shock, but Connie wasn’t too badly injured. Steven, however, spent the night in the hospital due to blood-loss. He was in enough pain that he had to take it easy and mostly stick to staying in bed. It was fine, as he was majorly exhausted and slept like a rock.

His nature as a demi-gem allowed him to heal faster, but the human half was still seriously damaged. He has to take painkillers and not be too physical for a while. He also has a sicknasty scar around his gem because it was ripped out so that’s Neat. When he uses his powers and his gem glows, you can really see the scarring. It looks something similar to what it looks like when his body comes into contact with destablizers. (He decides to wear bigger t-shirts from now on. He doesn’t want it to be exposed, and he doesn’t want his family to see it)

Then, the next day was the big Bubble Bath. They were all up late, so the healing party happened the following afternoon. Once he was cleared, they checked him out of the hospital, and went straight to the fountain to meet up with the diamonds and finally cure corruption. The water from the fountain helped him heal more, too, so he was feeling better already. He loved meeting all these new friends and was so relieved it was all over. But after a few hours, as it usually is at parties, he just kept talking to so many people and getting distracted and, god, he just couldn’t leave.

Yanno? You just keep trying to leave a party but someone or something keeps sucking you back in. All the people there. How loud they all are. Using his voice becomes exhausting. Thinking becomes exhausting. People talking to him becomes like nails on the chalkboard? Suddenly, everything is so irritating and blurry and painful and so, so loud he feels like he’s going crazy. And when he finally has a quiet moment to himself to be mindful of his own state he’s like, “Oh. I’m having an anxiety attack in slow motion and probably experiencing sensory overload. Cool.”

He’s so mentally overwhelmed and burnt out that he just felt himself having a meltdown at ¼th the speed and knew it would speed up or blow up if he didn’t leave. They had to take him home and he just went to bed. From that day on, for another week or two, Steven is under the constant watch of the Crystal Gems and doted on. He didn’t particularly mind some affection, because he was just so relieved to be home. To be safe. To be alive. Understandably, his family and friends were worried, of course they were. How could they not be, with the state he was in after that fight?

He looked like a dead boy walking, clothes and limbs absolutely bloody. They hadn’t the slightest clue what happened after White Diamond took control of them, and they could only look to Steven for answers. Steven always told them he doesn’t really remember what happened, which is only partially true, and they say that since then, he hasn’t seemed like himself. They say that in the aftermath, that he acted strange and cold, that now he seems ‘far away’ and is too quiet.

While that was true, it was only the case at a certain point because Steven found it harder and harder to be around them when they looked at him like he could die at any second and talked to him like they want to scrape the inside of his skull with a spoon.

See, Nova is struggling with his emotions a lot more now, in terms of emotional detachment and his literal demi-god power showing through in his personality a bit more? He was BORN a fusion, but reflected his human half more than the gem half for so long because he wasn’t in touch with gem stuff for the first 10 years of this life.

This is why he couldn’t use his powers for a long time. But NOW that he’s come so far and has seen his gem half for what it really is, seen himself for who he really is, it’s changed the cognition of the human half. So now that they're whole, the gem half and all the Diamond Powers are like, ‘Hello, I am here now. I am also you.’

And both halves are struggling to balance the whole self out again. This is why his Pink Power™ is more obvious from this point onward. It’s the “Light of his gem shining through”, as White Diamond put it. Now, Steven himself doesn’t know this, so he can’t put his finger on why it’s so hard to talk, why he feels distant, not only from his family, but his own feelings.

He needs time alone to work through them, to try and understand what exactly happened, and why he’s feeling so odd. At times, he feels simply… indifferent to everything, some kind of numb. But there is another uncommon feeling that frightens him more; Anger, it rises within him frequently, so much so that he almost feels bad about it when it does. He was never one to feel this way so easily before.

Not to say he doesn’t have things to be angry about, to be emotional about. He’s angry because wasn’t even allowed to leave the house by himself for a whole week. He hadn’t seen Connie since they got back, and it seems that he could never get enough time with his father, the only other person who being around would make it easier to breathe. Every conversation with the gems eventually leads to being about what’s wrong, the questions Steven couldn’t answer, that he doesn’t want to answer. It’s hard to express this when they’re each being their own ways of overbearing about his well-being, and his anxiety is off the charts.

The question of the Diamonds and what they were going to do, how they were going to continue, looms over him. It’s such a source of his stress that he has as much trouble falling asleep as he does staying asleep the whole night through. He has to know what’s happening. What they’re doing. He couldn’t just leave them be and expect things to not go back to how they were before. At times, he feels like he has to go back to Homeworld, but how could he?

Especially if he told his family what happened to him? Steven knew that if he did, that they wouldn’t let him, and who knows what else would happen. Truthfully, he’s afraid they wouldn’t see or treat him the same anymore. He feels like he has to be okay as soon as possible so he can do what he feels needs to be done, but the longer this goes on the more he feels like he’s having a meltdown in slow motion.

The peace he was hoping to have after going through such a harrowing time is yet again out of his reach… and it’s getting harder and harder to swallow his slowly boiling frustrations.

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