@strangemagicked​ asked:

“Meow” - mica // @crystalgrow​

“Of course I can cope without my girlfriend for five minutes, what are you talking about? She’s totally independent! She has her own life, and I respect that! Let me just call her real quick and ask her how to--”

@strangemagicked​ asked:

Mica kisses Steven's cheek, before tugging lightly on his jacket, pulling him closer. "How about a real kiss, hm?" // @crystalgrow​

He was speechless when she pulled him closer, his cheeks lighting up bright.  “A-A real kiss? I... uh, o-okay!”

It was sudden. He’d only had a few pecks on the lips from Connie when they had been together, but now that they were just best friends again, the teenager had long moved on to someone new. Ever since their first meeting on the beach, Steven had worked up the courage to ask her on a date, and then a few more, and now...

Here they were. She asked him for a kiss, and all his nervous energy came out at once, tinting his cheeks in shy embarrassment. Did he even know how to kiss like that?

Steven slowly moved forward, his hands settling on her shoulders as his face dipped slightly towards hers, lips pressing to hers. Eyes squeezed shut and he held it there for a few moments. His eyes cracked open and he gazed up at her eyes before gently pulling back.

ANONYMOUS asked:

Do you and mica ever sing together? What was it like to meet her band? How do you do the whole ‘keeping gem life and mica life separate’ thing? Do you ever wish mica cared more about the gem part of you?

“Of course we sing together!”  He paused, however, a hand coming to his chin.

“Well, actually—it usually starts with me singing something and Mica rolling her eyes at me. Apparently spontaneous song and dance isn’t ‘normal’ in her neck of Beach City.”  He let off a shrug before a smile returned.  “But by the second verse, we’re always harmonizing!”

“Oh, and her band? Geez, it was something else! They have an entirely different culture than I’m used to—”  Steven’s eyes snapped wide open when he realized just how judgmental that might have come off. Hands waved frantically in front of himself, as he tried to reassure that it was fine.

“N-Not that there’s anything wrong with that! It’s just... different than I’m used to! They’re actually really cool people, even if...”  His eyes turn a bit sad, a hand coming to the back of his neck.  “If they say some... concerning things about Mica.”

“As for the whole keeping my Gem Stuff separate from Mica, it’s not all that hard, really,”  Steven said.  “We established pretty quickly that it’s what I wanted. She’s pretty bent on me being more open about the stuff I want as opposed to what I think others want.”

He shook his head.  “But... I know what you’re thinking; ‘Steven, how can you separate Gem Stuff from Mica? Didn’t White Diamond try something like that and almost kill you?’ And the answer is; Yes. Yes, she did, but that’s not what I mean when I say separate the two. I’m not taking my Gem out whenever I’m around her, I’m just... keeping that stuff out of the conversation. She knows why I need to do this for us.”

@strangemagicked​ asked:

To make up for all the steven-nonsense, here's a lil surprise! // Mica hums as she curls up into Steven's side, shaking her head slightly. "Angel City, huh?" She thinks for a few moments. "Okay, yeah." She nods, looking at him. Before she scrunches her nose slightly at the look on his face. "You were asking me to move with you, weren't you?" // @crystalgrow​

It’d been a little over ten years since he started this journey. It was full of highs and lows, a true path to self-discovery. Now, he was back in Beach City with both news and a proposition for the Crystal Gems.

He’d jumped through... some pretty massive hoops, if he was being honest. He hadn’t told the Crystal Gems or his family, or Mica, that part. Minor details, he supposed, as in the end, he finally got the building permit.

Steven had asked the Gems first. It started with Bismuth, Lapis, and Peridot. He sat them down, first wowing them with just how much he’d changed over the years. They hadn’t visited him nearly as much as the others due to their essential roles in keeping Little Homeworld and the school operating at full capacity. So, their exposure to just how BIG their little Steven had grown was limited to the weekly video calls over tiny screens held in their hands. Needless to say, Bismuth cried over it, completely impressed and proud of him. Lapis was... well, Lapis. And Peridot? She was craning her neck, slack jawed and absolutely in awe, if not a little disappointed in his graduation from the Shorty Squad.

After talking to them, he made plans to ask Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl about coming out West to help as well. But first, he had to talk to Mica.

It started out with an over-complicated explanation of why he couldn’t stay in Beach City.

“With everything’s that’s happened, this place is filled with trauma and bad memories. Like that debris over there, and the obvious crater on the hill to the lighthouse—just ‘cause the grass is luscious and green doesn’t mean I don’t know what happened there!”  He flailed his big hands in a wild gesture towards the crater where Spinel’s injector had been before exploding after their final showdown.

“Mica, I just... I can’t live here! D-Don’t try to convince me otherwise, because I’ve already made up my mind! I’m gonna live in Angel City on the West Coast, I already secured a building permit and Bismuth, Lapis, and Peridot already agreed to come help me build the house! I’ve just gotta get the rest of the Gems on board.”  He suddenly went real quiet, his eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of an adverse reaction to his words. But...

It didn’t come. He opened an eye, before the other one followed shortly after. She simply replied with,  ‘okay, yeah.’  His face was incredulous, confused. Her follow-up question sparked wide eyes on the older Universe, completely taken aback and surprised at her suggestion.  “Uh... y—yeah!”

@strangemagicked​ asked:

“I want to know why you care.” ( from mica )               ( meme  ||  accepting )

“Isn’t it obvious?”  He asked, eyes averting away from hers, hands reaching out and grabbing hers.  “Because you’re my friend! My...”

“My best friend,”  he reiterated, his cheeks warming with a tinge of red. He would have told her something a little more personal. How ever since he and Connie had broken up, she’d been his rock, the very reason he kept getting up in the morning amidst the many negative thoughts floating around in his head.

@strangemagicked​ asked:

“I want to know what makes you happy, I want to know what makes you sad, I want to know your entire heart, Steven." (edited meme from mica!)               ( meme  ||  accepting )

Steven was taken aback by her words. All of them were so sweet, yet the darkness that had lingered over him didn’t dissipate in lieu of them. It only grew darker. Steven Universe was practically walking with a black cloud of loneliness overhead.

“No... No, Mica, you really don’t.”  He stepped back, his right hand grabbing ahold of his left arm. He cast his gaze away from her.  “You don’t know what kind of mess you’re dealing with.”

Or maybe she did. He didn’t know for sure. All he truly knew, and frankly cared about, was how his mess of a heart might affect her. How it’d probably hurt her, how it’d probably reveal all the lies he’s been spewing for months. It’s hard to be honest when you’re an absolute disaster of a person.

Just months ago, his meltdown nearly cost peoples’ lives. It nearly physically hurt his loved ones, he already knew how it hurt them emotionally. And sure, he’d been going through therapy since then, but there was so much he hadn’t opened up about. Much of it stemmed from years ago, from before the Diamonds had come around to acknowledging the beauty around them.

“Hey, Mica? You and Future Steven tell each other everything, right?”

He’s looking up at his future girlfriend and current new best bud as they sit on the beach, watching the sunset, waiting for future-him to come back with marshmallows and other s’mores fixings for their cookout.

“...Then... can I tell you something too? A secret? A super duper super secret secret?”

He fidgets with the drawstring on his hoodie, before scooting closer to Mica, pressing up against her side as they look at the waves.