#all while insulting and beating on wildebeest

[hood-ex]

All I see is Dick clinging to Vic to try and slow him down while they're playing basketball with the other Titans. Gar of course would follow in tripping Vic up, and it would end with everyone dogpiling Vic.

[moonlightstars16]

Scenario: "Playing your hands through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch" Numbers (from prompt 2): 1, 3, 9, 18, 24, 29, 52, and 53 uwu

1. “I need you.”, 3. “I care about you.”, 9. “I could never leave you behind.”, 18. “I’ve got you.”, 24. “I trust you, do you trust me?”, 29. “I’m here if you need to talk.”, 52. “Everything is fine.”, & 53. “I’ll keep you safe.”

"Playing your hands through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch"

Enjoy :)

There is a difference between being home schooled and going to public school. But usually the outcome education wise is more or less the same, if one applies themselves. However socially it’s obviously different. So much so that it can affect your learning performance.

Not for Connie....usually.

She had studied so hard in cram school, working her but to get into college. She had Patrica and Daniel while at school and sometimes out. She had her beach city friends and of course her parents. The gems of home world, Greg Universe and the Crystal gems. Above all she had her boyfriend whom she loved with all her heart. And right now, is when she needed him the most.

The past spring semester she did her usual routine, keeping up and going above and beyond all her classes. But this time, something happened. This term, changed her life. Now bullies she was used too. It hardly affected her as she grew older and merely dropped their insults to a ‘whatever’. But every Tuesday afternoon, while at her locker, that’s when it happened.

It happened in an instant. A group of football jocks(or jerks among some of the student body), paraded through the hallways so fast. Like he heard of animals going after their prey similar to the scene in Lion King where Simba was almost trampled by wildebeest’s.

It began with her not caring as she moved closer by her locker. Trying to steer clear. Until right as a certain blonde haired jock, taking advantage of Connie not looking. Back fully facing him, as he reached out and slapped her right on her right butt-cheek. Connie gasped and looked up and around. No one else saw, and it seemed she couldn’t pinpoint who at first. So with a blush she ignored it.

But it happened again, and again and again. Every Tuesday afternoon for a month. So much so that Connie avoided them by picking her stuff up quicker. Or turning around to face the group of guys striding down the halls as if they owned the place. She made eye contact with the same guy and knew instantly. And so did he realize what happened. So those incidents stopped. For awhile.

Connie was more forgiving, and before them she couldn’t make a claim because it might’ve been an accident. But after multiple attempts, that day she was planning on filing an official complaint. However knowing who her suspect was didn’t help in matters; because he was one of the main stars of the football team. No one dared to speak out against anything they did.

Because the football team brings in money for the school(not sure why, but who cares the education system was flawed in that way), and so they got ‘special treatment’. Anyone who tried to stand up was immediately in the wrong here. At least, he would twist it that way, and it only got worse as others believed him.

So she sighed and let the matter drop. Until one day, in class she felt something touch her back. It was kinda pointy, like a mechanical pencil. Rolling her eyes she continued her work. She faced off multiple enemies and faced countless battles. This was nothing. Or at least it should’ve been. A loud snap, laughter going from soft to roars all around the classroom. Connie felt her right bra strap in two and the right side of her bra sliding downwards a tad.She wore a sweater that slightly exposed her shoulder. Not enough to wear it was a violation. But right now all that matters was her being harassed and humiliated.

Afterwords everything was a blur. Connie running out with her arms folded, the teacher, leaving her teacher’s aid to watch over the classroom, a trip to the principals office. Both Connie’s and the boys parents. A heated argument over who was in the wrong here, and finally ending with Connie going home early. Not by any bad means, just to rest and recover so to speak. The boy was suspended for two weeks and had many detentions when he arrived.

Her parents talked everything that happened from the but slaps to now. Connie felt the guilt rise in her. Thinking it was her fault for not speaking up sooner. She never meant to get anyone in trouble, even if they more than deserved it. So after spending the rest of the day with her parents at home, with them trying to cheer her up, she went to bed early. But couldn’t sleep. She did homework, no sleep. Reading, no sleep. Music, no sleep.

This was her last attempt as she reached over and grabbed her phone. Changing from her pajamas into sweatpants, a t-shirt with a sports bra, her sneakers and began to snuck out the window. Texting the one person she needed most right now. Hoping...praying, he was still awake.

Steven? I know it’s late, I’m sorry but... She couldn’t even finished the text before it send. Not even ten seconds later he replied.

Connie, it’s only midnight, we’ve pulled all nighter’s before. Lolz. What’s up? Tears filled her eyes as she picked up her pace towards the temple.

I’m coming over to see you, Steven..... I-I need you. Within ten minutes she was tapping on his balcony door(thanks to a secret hidden emergency escape ladder). Steven quickly opened the door. Instantly met with her head on his chest. Sobs pouring out as she tried to quiet her muffled cries. Steven pulled her close while shutting the door behind them both. All the gems were gone away on a field trip, so he was alone(for the first time in awhile it was nice).

“I’m here if you need to talk.”

“Everything is fine.” Those words haunted him. Taking on a new meaning in his experience. Though in his therapy sessions, it was a ‘normal’ thing for humans to say. Still those words affected him, and for Connie to use it when obviously upset was unsettling to say the least.

“Is it really though?” In response he saw and felt her shaking her head negatively. That was a better start.

Something so soothing as hot green tea with honey and lemon works wonders. Especially when that person is upset. Connie held it in her hands, basking in the warmth it brought her. in this moment. Steven laid against the couch, back against the armrest near the wall, in a slight sitting up position. Legs spread across the length as Connie laid gently across between them. Resting her head against his chest and relishing being in his comforting embrace.

A few minutes ago as he made the tea, she told him everything. Though seemingly remained calm, Steven had broken three mugs, bent handles on two of them, and almost burnt his hand multiple times. However he didn’t glow pink, that was something Connie was nervous about. Because she never wanted to add to the ‘stress’ he felt. Still not seeing any signs made her feel a bit more at ease.

Running a hand through her hair he waited patiently. Watching as she took a few more sips before setting the mug down on the coffee table. Resting her hand over the top of him. Closing her eyes as he tightened his grip around her waist and felt the tears coming out again. Not as much but enough to make his own heart ache. Never wanting to see her cry, ever. Not like this.

“Shh, I’ve got you Connie.” He spoke while placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. Holding her head against him briefly, letting his beating heart sooth her. Though it was odd, he knew she liked it and said nothing about it. Letting his actions speak for him. Continuing to run his fingers through her hair.

“I care so much about you, Steven. I love you. But I don’t know if I’m worthy of it,”

“Hey, shh don’t say that. I love and care for you a lot Connie.” She lifted her head up and looked straight at him.

“I’m some knight huh? Can’t even take care of herself.”

“Connie I trust you, do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, but what does-”

“And you know I could never leave you behind right?”

“I-...yes.” he cradled her cheek in his palm. Gentle caressing his thumb against her smooth skin. Gazing into her own eyes as she pressed her hand against his and turned slightly. Pressing a gentle kiss into her hands. He breathed in deeply and smiled upon her.

“Then trust me when I say, I love you. It’s okay to have moments where you need to lean on someone. Lean on me if you want to Connie. I won’t push you away. I never will. I want you to come to me if you want it as well. I have two shoulders and both are yours if you desire so.” At that last sentence they both let out a short and soft laugh. Connie feeling a bit better already.

They continued to talk and he reassured her that it’s was going to be okay. Deep down he knew that she knew that. But the shock and the feeling she must’ve felt, similar to when they first fused as Stevonnie and that,,, incident. Leaving her a bit unease at the moment. So he held her tight and rocked her back and forth.

“I’ll keep you safe Connie, I promise.” Steven whispered as she relaxed in his arms more and more. Fully vulnerable and safe within his comforting embrace. “I’ve got you, Connie. I love you.”