Steven Universe Oneshots (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Steven x Suicidal! Reader

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WARNING!!!
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, CUTTING AND DEPRESSION. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE THINGS, PLEASE SKIP THIS ONESHOT!!!
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Wanna Die With Me?

Your POV:

I sobbed softly as I watched the red drip down into the sink. My hand shook with pain and anxiety as the sound of water running filled my ears. I was currently at my friend's house, but I got anxious and hid in his bathroom. I had a panic attack which led to me spacing out and cutting again.

I started to clean myself off and grabbed bandages from inside my hoodie pocket, wrapping them around my wrist. 'I was doing so well. I hadn't cut in like 3 months until now......' I sighed and finished cleaning up, pulling my sleeves over my arms. I unlocked the door and walked out quietly, heading back upstairs to continue hanging out with my friend.

"(Y/N)! Are you doing okay? You took a while in the bathroom..." He asks me with worry. I look up and study my friend's face. He was slightly chubby and with bright brown eyes and soft, curly brown hair. His eyes showed genuine worry which I found to be sweet. " i-I'm fine Steven...... just kinda spaced out..... " I replied shyly.

He smiled at me and motioned for me to sit down beside him on the bed again, which I obliged to. He un-paused the movie and I turned my attention to the film that was playing. We were currently watching Shrek because we had nothing better to do, but the movie was still entertaining. I watched quietly, subconsciously leaning onto Steven in the process.

He quietly and quickly embraced me, pulling me closer which caused blood to rush towards my face. A light pink coated my cheeks as he held me close. I glanced up at him and tried to keep my thoughts away from the fact that he was my crush. I was always denying the truth because I was sure that he liked Connie.

After a couple of minutes, his grip tightened slightly which caused me to finch in pain. He looked down at me with worry and loosened his grip. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I? I'm sorry, I forgot how fragile you can be....." He apologized. I looked up at him slightly, trying to think of something to say. "It's okay Steven... I just hurt my shoulder yesterday and it's still kinda sore....." I lied.

"I can heal it for you if you want. It won't be much trouble at all." Steven suggested. I shook my head no lightly as he kept insisting. My sleeve rose up slightly without my knowing, which revealed the bandages wrapped tightly around my wrist. Steven softly grabbed my arm and lifted the sleeve, revealing some of my cutting scars which caused me to panic.

He instantly unwrapped the bandages, checking to see the new damage I caused while I softly cried. He sighed quietly once seeing the new cuts, but he brought me into a warm embrace. "How long has this been going on....?" He asked softly. He talked so softly and in such a warm way, it's like he was scared that he could break me.

"I've been depressed for about 4 years..... I started cutting about 3 years ago but I've been trying to stop since I've met you......." I explained quietly. He nodded and pulled away from me, lifting up my arm. He softly kissed my arm and I watched as a light envelopes my skin. Some of my new cuts healed, although some of the deeper ones left a scar behind.

He continued to kiss my arms until all my recent wounds were healed, while whispering words of safety and love. Once he was finished, he brought me back into an embrace. "I love you (Y/N), and I promise you that I'm going to help you get through this. I will always be there for you, whether you want me to or not." He vowed.

"Th-thank you S-steven..... I love y-you too..... " I replied. I buried my head into his chest as he pressed a light kiss onto my forehead.

"I'll always be here to protect you......"

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