#and there's no telling when another flare will hit and you'll feel this awful again

[rubiesintherough]

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[hoaqins-funk-house]

Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky? 

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak. 

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. 

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw. 

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

-

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel. 

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders. 

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait. 

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!" 

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being. 

And you know what? 

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand. 

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

-

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks? 

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before. 

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled. 

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused. 

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad." 

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes. 

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning. 

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it." 

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything. 

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop. 

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out. 

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's. 

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button. 

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss. 

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard. 

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin. 

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange. 

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill. 

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?” 

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you. 

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?” 

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses. 

Why would he say it like that?! 

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around. 

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders. 

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him. 

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm. 

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist. 

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped. 

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response. 

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily. 

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.” 

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building. 

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound. 

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them. 

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

-

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?” 

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks. 

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned. 

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.” 

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

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Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol

[fivefeetfear]

Chapter 2

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As the gems made their way inside the building, Spinel took note on how gorgeous it is! The color scheme were based off of various shades of golds and reds. Spinel magenta eyes explored the interior awing at the high ceiling. The venue has three levels hosting rows of hundreds of red cushion seats. The room is lit up with soft lighting, giving the atmosphere an air of sophistication. Spinel admired the beauty of the structure adoring minor details and the curves on the walls. However, the showstopper was the stage; it was enormous! The thick red velvet curtains are closed concealing what’s behind it and slowly Spinel could feel the excitement grow inside waiting to find out!

The Crystal Gems and Spinel sat at the front row of the venue; the seats were a good distance away from the stage so they all may be able to enjoy the performances comfortably. Spinel fiddles with the cuffs of her gloves as she sat quietly in her seat as the other gems talks amongst themselves. Spinel sighs as she sinks further down her seat, she wanted to join in on the fun, but she did not have anything interesting to say. Therefore, she sat put waiting for the show to start. The lights soon flicker signaling the audience the show is about to start. Once the lights went out the curtains began to rise.

……………………

The audience clapped loudly as four magnificent shows were put on for them. Two being short musicals numbers and two dance routines. Spinel was very impressed by the gems skills in vocals and style of dances. She was honestly a fan of the hip-hop genre. The pink gem was over in the moon with excitement. She took in all the colors and sounds in and it created such a wonderful experience for her senses! She has never been to anything like this and it was so much fun. The shy gem even started a  conversation with Amethyst, the short purple gem bragged about how she is one of the hip-hop and freestyle teachers with Garnet while Pearl taught ballet whenever they had the time. Spinel was mind blown that humans were able to learn such difficult choreography. This got her mind wondering if they would willing to let her teach a swing class?  The short admission break was over as the last performance was about to begin.

“This one is going to be amazing! Well, they were all amazing but (Y/N) is in this one!” Steven gushes to Spinel as she got comfortable in her seat ready to be dazzled. Soft music began to play as the curtain slowly rises up. There was a chorus of ‘awes’ as the red velvet drapes revealed what was behind and it was breathtaking. Spinel eyes gloss over in awestruck as she took in the sight before her. On the stage was varies of gems of every size and color adored in silk shimmery dress similar to White Diamonds. On their heads are delicate gold wire crowns decorated with crystals. The minerals caught the bright stage lights and reflected like stars.  The background and props were large crystals in the soft blue and purple color range. Then a soft voice began to sing, a spotlight flashes down onto a (B/S) (Y/G). Holey Moley! Spinel was stunned by the appearance of the gem as she stood tall on her pedestal surrounded by her fellow gems, her piercing (E/C) shined under the lights making her look like powerful deity. Who is she?

“That’s her! That’s (Y/N).” Steven Whispers to Spinel pointing the deity. The pink gem was shaken out of her trance as the bass of the music rattled the venue and (Y/N) began to sing.  

You, you love it how I move you

You love it how I touch you

My one, when all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

And I, I feel it after midnight

A feelin' that you can't fight

My one, it lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman

The gems on the stage began to dance in sync to the beat of the music. Their limbs moved ever so elegantly and their facial expression shows determination as they all moved as a singular unit.  Though the dancers were putting up quite the performance, Spinel’s eyes were glued onto the singer as she stood tall in the masses of gems. She was able to stand out amongst them with her unique form as she too moves so delicately to her own singing. She….she’s amazing, talented, ENCHANTING! The singer was making her skin tickle with excitement as she felt her chest like it was tightening with every breath she took.

I'll tell you all the things you should know

So, baby, take my hand, save your soul

We can make it last, take it slow, hmm

And I can tell that you know I know how I want it, yuh

But you different from the rest

And girl, if you confess, you might get blessed

See if you deserve what comes next

I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I want it

And I can be all the things you told me not to be

(Yuh)

When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing

(Yuh)

And he see the universe when I'm the company

It's all in me

A strange sensation coursed through Spinel as she heard the (Y/G) belt out such a high note so effortlessly. Oh stars. Spinel couldn’t look away not even for a second as she watched her dance; the red in her face brighten with every roll of (Y/N) hips. The slits on her dress seem to get higher as more of her thighs are exposed and her skin gleamed under the lights. The choreography was sensual with suggestive undertone; at one point, the ladies got on their knees and rolled their backs down leaving their butt in the air for a hot second before dropping their hips onto the stage, then getting back on their knees to caress one another wherever their hands desired. Spinel rolled in her lips; she could not deny that her eyes have lingered on (Y/N)  backside longer than they should have. Can you blame her?! It’s so round!

The backup singers supported the lead gorgeously, but she really did not need them seeing she was able to support herself. Spinel placed her hands on her warm gem feeling her chest swell, new feelings taking place in the emptiness that was once there.  She nips at her lower lip as she watched the performance hitting its climax. A few gems fused which made the audience thrilled, but Spinel did not care. Her eyes are trained onto the (Y/G) singing her heart out; the (Y/G) was doing riffs and runs she never heard before hitting higher notes than before. Goodness, it gave the spinel chills. 

Spinel was completely entranced by the tiny gem, she had not noticed Amethyst smirking beside her. The purple gem softly elbows Garnet and pointed to the pink gem. The fusion glanced over at her to see the Spinel gawking the singer, eyes following her every move. A smile graces her lips as she looked back at the show. How cute. Amethyst reached behind Spinel and tapped Steven on the shoulder. The teen peeked over at her to see her pointing at Spinel. Steven peeked over at the gem and noticed her starry eyes gazing at (Y/N) with bright magenta cheeks. Oh. My. Goodness! The boy couldn’t fight back the smile as his eyes shine just as bright; Spinel and (Y/N)!? He had to make it happen!

At the end of the performance, a large green Jasper had placed (Y/N) on their shoulders as she ends the song chorusing with her team. The (Y/G) adjusted her stare from the audience to Spinel and sent her wink. What the? And just like that, the curtains dropped. Everyone in the audience stood on their feet as cheers and applause filled the venue. Spinel, on the other hand, was still star-struck and in the midst of freaking out. Was that wink for…her? No. But she was looking right at her! Spinel sat still, stuck in her seat unblinking.

“Hey close your mouth you’re getting drool everywhere!” Amethyst says teasingly jerking the toony gem out her trance. Spinel snapped back into reality as she sat up in the chair shifting her confused gaze at her short friend.

“Wha?” Was she could mustard up sending Amethyst into a cackling fit, she couldn’t help it!. Spinel look like a lost puppy with her large uncertain eyes. There is no way she wasn’t going to tease her!

“Oh dudes! Someone is in loooove!” she says loudly. This caught the attention of the others as they now watched the two vibrant gems go at it.  Spinel’s cheeks flares back up as at her words before snapping back. The venue was slowly growing empty as the crowd exited leaving the Crystal Gems to their shenanigans.

“What?! I’m not in love!” Spinel argues only making Amethyst smirk as she crosses her arms.

“Riiiigght.” She then shapeshifts into (Y/G) making Spinel gasp, her chest tightens as she places her hands over her mouth. She was speechless. Even though she knew it was not really her, she couldn’t help but freeze up. Then Amethyst laughter ruined the illusion making Spinel huff in irritation.

“I’m not!” She mutters as she slouches further back into her seat childishly, the rest of the Crystal Gems laughed softly at the two. Leave it to Amethyst to get the shy gem out her shell. Steven gave the pink gem a soft smile as he places a hand on the sulking gem shoulders.

“Would you like to meet her?” he offered making her face light up again. Meet her? Seriously?! Just the thought of it made her wanna puke in nervousness. 

“W-wha-“ But before she could finish her sentence an excited voice called out to them.

“HEY GUYS!” And in a flash, the gem that was making Spinel feel nauseous  popped up. She hugged the members of the Crystal Gems happily, as they each praised her for her performance.

“Thank you so much for coming!  It means so much you all make time to come out and see me!” she beams, her eyes drifting over to Spinel every so often. Steven waves it off as he offers her the kindest smile.

“Anytime (Y/N)! What are friends for! And speaking of friends, (Y/N), this is Spinel she just came to Earth today.” He introduced, Spinel nervously stood beside the human boy as she waves shyly at the small gem.

“H-how do you do?” Spinel greets quietly. (Y/N) smiles brightly at her; oh goodness Spinel could collapse right now. It was too pure.

“It’s nice to meet you Spinel!” she says reaching out a hand to the pink gem. Spinel reached out and shook her hand. They were so small! The nervous gem clears her throat as she drops (Y/N) hand and rubs the back of her neck anxiously. The rest of their peers just watched on, some giddy and some in pain from the awkward energy Spinel put off.

“Uh, t-that was q-quite the performance, you have a b-beautiful voice.” Spinel compliments, she could feel her cheeks still burning red. 

“Thank you! I’m glad you liked it!” (Y/N) chirps bashfully as she glances at Spinel with wide eyes, the (Y/G) couldn’t help but find Spinel  absolutely adorable! There were a few times she had to check herself during her performance, getting completely distracted by her staring, it was sweet.  

“(Y/N!) We need to get ready for the next performance!” A Ruby called out, (Y/N) glances over her shoulders and responded with “I’m coming”, before looking back at her friends, but her eyes shifted back to Spinel.

“I hope to see you around sometime? You can stop by my studio anytime if you like?” she asked hopefully, cheeks glowing. Spinel choked up completely off guard by the question. She wanted to see her? Again? The pink gem felt like her brain was being fried as she tried to make sense of it. Why would this stunning being want to see her!? Spinel was so lost in her self-deprecating thought she forgot to answer, making (Y/N) deflate a bit. Steven went into panic mode as he realized Spinel was frozen in place, so he did what he does best and saved the day.

“Definitely. We’ll stop by tomorrow!” He says as he wraps his arms around a stun Spinel. (Y/N) smiles, relieved to finally have an answer, even though it was not from the gem herself.

“Ok, stop by around 1! See you guys tomorrow, bye Spinel.” (Y/N) turned around and floated over to her friends who were waiting for her on the stage and she disappeared behind the curtain. God she looked so beautiful as she floated away.  

“Wha…what just happened?” Spinel asked in disbelief at the whole exchange.

“Looks like you got yourself a hot date!” Amethyst cheers excitedly for her friend. 

“Well it’s not a date if Steven is going.” Pearl chimes as she stood beside the shorter gem. Date….? DATE!?

“WHA?! Date why would someone like HER wanna go on a date with ME?” Spinel asks frantically to Steven who only chuckled.

“Good question.” Peridot comments bluntly receiving a few scowls from Bismuth and Lapis.

“Peri.” They both chorused sternly. The green gem rises her arms up in defense as she looks over at her team.

“What? It’s a valid question! It doesn’t  make any sense!” She exclaims defending herself, she knew what she said! Spinel nods in agreement as she loops her arms to stretched over to Peridot and points at her.

“The Dorito is right! It doesn’t make sense! Doesn’t she know who I am? Doesn’t she know what I’ve done to the Earth!?” Panic coats Spinel’s words as she looks at Steven for answers. Her eyes wide with fear as she practically shook in place.  

“Dorito?” Peri mutters under her breath. Steven places his hands on her shoulders and stares back into her tired orbs. Though he recommended Spinel to start sleeping to slow down her mind, the bags under eyes says she hasn’t had enough of it. 

“Spinel you need to take a deep breath and calm down. I think (Y/N) might like you too.” He reassures, Spinel scoffs as she looks away from the boy.

“How would you know?” she mutters feeling the weight of doubt on her shoulders.

“Look behind you and see for yourself.” Garnets soothing voice spoke. Spinel and the Crystal Gems looked behind them to the stage to see (Y/N), an orange Amber and purple Pearl peeking at the group from the slit of the curtains. Once Spinel made eye contact with (Y/N), her eyes widen as she closed her part of the drapes leaving the Amber and Pearl. They giggled at her reaction and closed their individual small opening.

“Whoa, who knew (Y/N) was a grade-A creep.” Lapis teased as she crossed her arms making her friends chuckle softly. Spinel was still staring at the spot where (Y/N) had been spying on her from, a soft smile grew on her lips. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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Damn right I put an Ariana Grande song in there! Fight me.