WHATS IT LIKE DATING STEVEN UNIVERSE
Cooley note: (Steven universe x neglected wb!reader)
For the longest time, love felt like a foreign concept something meant for others, not for someone like you. You were the anomaly, the quiet one in the corner, seen but never truly heard. But everything changed when he came into your life. He saw you. He felt you. Every word you spoke carried weight with him, and for the first time, you felt like you mattered.
Steven Universe half-human, half-Gem, full-hearted monarch of compassion and chaos. Your boyfriend. Your light. The two of you made long-distance work, even if it meant running up Bruce’s phone bill with constant calls and late-night texts. You couldn’t help it. Every vibration of your phone sent your heart racing.
“[Name], can you please put your phone down during a family dinner?” Bruce’s voice cut through the clinking of silverware.
Since when did Bruce care about family dinners? Half the time, you ate alone in your room anyway.
“No can do. Steven just sent me a picture of his garden,” you said, giggling as you watched him show off a tiny cactus through your phone screen.
“Who the hell is Steven?” Jason asked, raising an eyebrow. Damian rolled his eyes, muttering, “Her boyfriend,” with a mocking tone.
That was all it took. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know who Steven was and why he had your attention. They hadn’t cared much before, but now that your world revolved less around the Bats and more around him, jealousy began to simmer beneath the surface. And by jealousy, it meant full-blown irritation.
Steven, however, didn’t care for the Bats. Not one bit. He believed in redemption, sure, but neglecting someone you were supposed to love? That was unforgivable. He despised Bruce saw in him the same flaws he sometimes saw in his own father. Greg had given him freedom but had also taken away structure, guidance, and care. Bruce, on the other hand, gave structure but no warmth. Two sides of the same coin, both leaving scars.
As for your brothers, Steven had his own colorful opinions. Dick reminded him of a more unstable Pearl loyal but emotionally volatile. Tim was like Sapphire without Ruby, lost in logic without passion. Jason? Pure Ruby fiery, impulsive, and protective to a fault. Damian wasn’t quite an Amethyst, too disciplined for that, but maybe a Garnet who thought he knew what was best for everyone, even when he didn’t. In short, Steven couldn’t stand them.
“He’s such a sweet guy. You’d love him if you met him,” you’d say, glowing with pride as you told stories about his adventures his time in space, his role as a diplomat between Earth and Homeworld, his endless optimism.
But when the day came for Steven to meet the Waynes, the air turned electric with tension. The Bats saw him as a threat. “He’s still half Diamond, isn’t he? Probably here to conquer Earth,” they whispered among themselves. Steven, on the other hand, saw right through them. “They don’t deserve you,” he told you quietly, his voice trembling with restrained anger.
The only one he respected was Alfred. The butler’s calm demeanor and quiet kindness reminded him of home. Steven would often help him in the kitchen, chopping vegetables or washing dishes, the two of them sharing quiet conversations while the rest of the manor simmered with unspoken hostility.
But what truly set Steven off was the invasion of privacy. The Bats didn’t just disapproved they stalked. After you returned to Beach City, Steven found a tracker hidden in his varsity jacket. His blood boiled. He didn’t tell you right away, not wanting to ruin your night at the Beach City Fair. The two of you had planned a romantic evening, ending with a ride on the Ferris wheel under the stars.
As the wheel turned, the ocean breeze brushing against your skin, Steven leaned in to kiss you only to hear muffled arguing from the cart behind. He froze. Then came the unmistakable voice of Dick Grayson, furious and unrestrained.
“Get your hands off my baby sister!” Dick shouted, struggling against Duke and Tim, who were desperately trying to hold him back.
Steven’s gem pulsed with light, his anger barely contained. He turned to you, eyes softening despite the chaos. “They followed us,” he whispered. “They don’t trust me." You took his hand giving him a soft smile "I trust you" and thats all it takes.
