Chadverse Mini Stories

Secrets/Get Along

TW: Brief implied suicide attempt, anger, hurt. Reader discretion advised.

"Asshole."

"Jerk."

"Robot."

"Crybaby."

They flung insults back and forth like children on a playground. Stars fists were clenched hard, signaling he was reaching his limit. Diamonds arms were slack at his sides but he was tense and his normally mute face was tight with irritation.

"You're the reason we almost destroyed Beach City." Star shoved a finger into the Diamond's chest accusingly.

He swatted it away. "I didn't cause that. You demanded, I supplied. It's hardly my fault."

Star scoffed. "Why in the cosmos would I have wanted to be torn apart and turned into a giant monster?"

"Because you can't admit when you're hurt. Again, hardly my fault." His voice was raised a little now. "You bitch about it like you're the one who has scars on his back."

"That was because of the gems! They raised me to keep my mouth shut and take on every problem for them!" Star shouted.

"Right. And if they hurt you, then it was because mom hurt them. And if mom hurt them, it was because Yellow and Blue hurt her. And if Yellow and Blue hurt her, it was because because White hurt them. You're awful good at avoiding blame."

Connie interjected, "D-did you hear all of that?" Her eyes were wide with realization.

"I hear everything." He leaned into Stars face, now visibly angry. "Everything. I'm sure there are some things you wouldn't want our girlfriend to know."

"Is that a threat?"

"It's not a threat, it's a warning. Get off my back."

Connie was suddenly switching from letting them get it out to intrigued. "Like what?"

They both paused their argument to stare at her as if she had just made herself known.

Star glanced at Diamond, who glanced back at him.

"Nothing." They both replied and tried to part ways, but Connie pursed her lips and waited patiently.

They looked at each other again as if trying to make an escape plan.

To her surprise, Diamond cracked first. "Star stole that shirt you used to wear often. He sleeps with it when you aren't here even though it doesn't smell like you anymore." Diamond glared at Star. "Like a baby blanket. For a crybaby."

Stars face turned an ungodly shade of deep red. "Okay so we're doing this now. This one's a long time in coming," He said menacingly.

Diamond rolled his eyes.

"You're undoubtedly the reason why Steven looks at Connie like some kind of pervert," He said with satisfaction.

Diamond let out a quiet sound that might have been a growl. "I'm a Diamond. It's in my programming. And it's not pervert behavior, it's possessive. We're a possessive kind of gem." But he sounded mildly flustered. "Why don't you tell Connie about your makeup stash?"

"She already knows. Nice try though."

"Does she know about the lingerie?" He asked casually.

If it was possible, his face got even darker. "That's not true and you know it." He was back in Diamonds face and this time had his shirt wrapped around his fist. "Take it back!"

"No."

"Why not?" He shrieked.

"Because it's not the truth." Diamond stared back at Star with steely eyes. "You remember that, don't you? Truth?"