Corrupted Heart - Steven Universe x Reader

Chapter 17

So, this chapter is a little bit... eEhhHh! But I hope you find it somewhat decent.

I flipped one of the vinyl into the air, watching it soar into the sky before safety landing into my hands once again. "(Y/N), please, don't toss the disks, they're extremely fragile", Greg said, taking the disk out of my grip before I could damage it. My brows narrowed, as Steven took three more vinyl disks from inside a box. He skimmed the title of the cover, "Here's all the Orange Magic Orchestra ones". Greg smiled before pointing the pile of disks next to me.

"Great! Put them in the transcendental space rock-pile".

Steven picked up another cover, almost immediately knowing which pile it had to go in. However, before he got the chance to set it down, I snatched it out of his hands with hostility to take a look at it for myself. Steven, not prepared or having the time to process what happened, sat there in awe, empty-handed. He gently tapped my shoulder. "Um, (Y/N)? We need to put that away...", he muttered, earning a gruff scowl from me as I kept the disk out of his reach. He twiddled his thumbs, almost ashamed he talked back to me. "N-Nevermind. You can look at it", a small smile flashed onto his face.

I skimmed over the cover of the album, raising a brow at Greg. A first, he had no idea why I was giving him such a judgemental expression. But as soon as he caught a glance a what I was holding, his face flushed with both the colour red and pure embarrassment. "The 'Frontstreet Girls' ?", my lip curved up into a smile of mockery, "You're joking, right?". Greg rubbed the back of his neck, approaching me as he took the cover out of my hand. But that didn't push aside the fact that I still saw it.

He muttered loud enough for me to hear, "It was a phase, I forgot I even had this".

Steven turned to face me, rummaging through the rest of the disks discreetly. "Do you listen to them?", he asked. I gagged, rolling my eyes, "Their music isn't really my type", I confessed before tapping a finger on my chin, reconsidering, "But I have to admit, their song 'Who'd Want It This Way' is unbearably catchy".

"Interesting disks, Mr Universe", a voiced said before picking up a vinyl disk from a cardboard box. It was Connie, adjusting her glasses with a smile on her face. "At home, we only have classical music and movie soundtracks. I've never heard any of these". She flipped the vinyl disk over, a slightly puzzled expression. I raised a brow with my eyes narrowed slightly. Why is she here?

Greg was in awe, "You've never heard the Philosophy Majors?", he exclaimed in astonishment. I nonchalantly shook my head, almost subtly rolling my eyes. I sealed the box filled with disks closed and applied a large strip of tape onto it. I handed the box to Steven because obviously, I wasn't listening and didn't know what to do with the filled boxes of disks that were no longer needed. "Unlike you, we keep up with the time", I said, bringing my shoulders back and reclining my self back slightly. I had a cocky and extremely smug grin plastered on me that made it difficult for Greg to overlook it.

"I keep up! Listen to this!", Greg took the disk from Connie and placed it on a record player. "This'll really knock your socks off". He moved the tonearm to the disk and music began to play. As quick as a flash, a wide smile plastered on his mouth. Greg began strumming the air, pretending to be playing the guitar as Steven became dancing along. A soft laugh ejecting from him.

I made the mistake of looking directly up at him because soon enough, he had made eye contact with me. With a glimpse of anticipation in his eyes, he offed me his extended hand. "Come on!", he said, with a chuckle. Slightly hesitating, I struck his hand away, turning my head, rejecting his offer. "No way! I'm not dancing with you", I scolded him with my back turned. I didn't need to turn and look to know that Steven was anguished and emotionally hurt, but not because his hand was slightly throbbing in pain from the impact. It wasn't my fault that last time we danced it ended up being such a horrible experience.