#SUF fanfic

[pauloarts]

Finalizei as próximas páginas de minha fanfic, e desculpei por ter demorado tanto, mas espero que gostem!/ I finished the next pages of my fanfic, and I'm sorry it took so long, but I hope you like it!

[sail-fly-free]

I wrote this because if I read another Spinel x Steven fic I'm going to strangle someone. Jasper is my favorite character in SU/SUF and I refuse to let her story end at "Go do something better with your life".

[mydearsteven]

Steven universe headcanons where he hasn't told the gems about his relationship with the reader. (Not out of malice it was not something that came up) so randomly when he comes to visit (after the end of the spin-off) he brings the reader and the gems kinda like freak when they learn that's his s/o. Is this too much? If you want you can simply ot or just not write it. It can be like a short story if that's easier.

Secret S/O

featuring: Future!Steven x Reader

a/n: im not really sure what do you mean by ‘spin-off’, but i just made this after the SUF one. Im sorry if what you mean is after the movie..

it’s been a year since he last seen from the gems and/or beach city. He’s been away for such a long time now.

maybe this would be a good time to visit his childhood place now.

don’t get me wrong, he calls the gems here and now, Steven usually keep his family updated on what he’s doing.

if Steven doesn’t atleast call any of the gems or Greg for one day in a week, they would call him nonstop until he pick it up.

what they don’t know is that he finally found his S/O. They didn’t know that he finally moves on from Connie and find the love of his life.

the gems or Greg has never brought up any kinds of stuff related to his love life, they’re afraid if they set him off while he was still healing slowly from his traumas.

so when he told the gems that he’s finally coming back from exploring the country, they were very happy to see how’s their favorite boy was doing!

Steven told you to start packing because we’re going back to see his family. And you happily follow him.

once the infamous dondai was seen by the gems, they immediately rushed to the car and hugged Steven who almost tripped because of their hugs.

“H-hey guys!- WOAH SLOW DOWN!!”

he chuckles at the gems before looking at his dad who had tears in his eyes.

“Schtu-ball! you’re back.”

Steven smiles before releasing the hug given by the gems. Greg ran to him and gave him a bone crushing hug.

they all seem to have a very nice reunion, while you’re just sitting there on the passenger seat. Looking at his gem family and his dad quite awkwardly.

you don’t know what to do so you just went out of the dondai to say hi to them for the first time.

Pearl was the one who saw you first and was quite suprised to see you. She was also confused on who you are.

Pearl asked Steven on who you are and when he told them that you’re his S/O they have their jaws on the floor instantly.

Amethyst screams in happiness that Steven can finally move on and start ruffling his hair.

Steven could only blushed in embarrassment while Garnet, Pearl, and Greg was still staring at you with flabbergasted eyes.

Pearl was not sure about this until she saw Garnet who is already smiling widely and pulled you into a side hug.

this made Pearl and Greg to eventually let it off and accepted you into the family since Garnet seems so sure about you.

Steven was very happy on how well the gems and his dad take you into the family.

[glowweek]

A Connverse art week!? In the year of our Lord, 2024!?

Here's how this works: I've given you two prompts for every day of the week from March 17th to the 23rd, 2024. For each day, you choose one of the prompts—or both, who's counting?—and make an art piece with said prompt in mind. It's really that simple; you even have 3 whole weeks to prepare your pieces!

The best part? Any type of art can be entered! Whether it be traditional, digital, fanfiction, music, edits, animation, whatever! Just, uh, make sure entries stay PG-13, alright? And no plagiarism!

All submissions should be tagged with #GlowWeek and/or #Connverse for maximum visibility! I will reblog any entries I find, so make sure I can actually, y'know, find your entries.

Lastly: please spread the word! Reblog, share; show your friends, your neighbor, your dog, anyone who will listen! More eyes = more Connverse art, got it?

Any questions should be directed toward my ask box. Oh, and here's my personal blog.

Glow bracelet art is by @imaplatypus-art.

[herculesinnightsky]

Yeah, I'll be alright

A Steven Universe fanfic.

Connie died on an autumn night.

Steven held her hand until the last breath. He said goodbye with a kiss on her forehead, crying next to her until her body got cold.

Relatives and friends were called the next day, arrangements and condolences. Their house filled with flowers, with quiet hugs, with a strange, haunting sense of calmness. This was bout to happen, after such a long life. But there has always been something so sad about finding emptiness on a place that used to be full.

And despite all the new things that come and try to fill it, all Steven can see now, sitting on this bench outside the funeral house, sunset air moving the white, fragile strands of his hair, are the things that are no longer there.

She was the last one to die. The last human Steven knew and loved.

The next day, as he looks at the garden, Steven decides to leave it all behind.

He picks a remote, immense abandoned potting field to live in. He shrinks himself into the size of a mouse and embarks on the new adventure of living in the wild, traveling through this microcosmos.

As the days go by, walking among the pebbles and plants, Steven’s age changes constantly. He experiences again all the faces he has had. He is a tall and sturdy 27-year-old when he finds a soup can sinking on the mud and spends days turning it into a boat with other small scraps of trash that he finds along the way.

He is forty-five when the boat is ready, and Steven finally sails on the little river the rain has made. He passes the toads that sit beside it, twice his size, jumping over him and filling the air with the sound of their calls and splashes. He brushes with his hand the plants that grow around the water, greener, humid.

Sometimes he swims, and feels with his feet the slippery rocks at the bottom, the feather-like aquatic plants that move with the current. When the water turns too cloudy from the movement, Steven stays still, floating quietly in place until twilight comes, and he sees the little river shimmer like gold for a few minutes before darkness invades, and the fireflies start to shine, one by one, all around him.

Is a nineteen-year-old Steven who jumps obstacles and hunts dragonflies to grill on a little fire, keeping it on the whole night to withstand the cold. He braids everything he finds. Strands of plants, leaves, grass, his own hair, that grows and curls freely. He is fifteen as he makes little pottery with the mud and then watches as the water dissolves it, sitting in his boat and mindlessly braiding strands of grass to make a blanquette.

He is an old man (never too old, never as old as he was when Connie died) when he finds a few plants of tomato that survived the abandonment. He is thirty-four while he ventures through the overgrown and full of insects weed that surrounds it, climbing the stems and leaves and jumping from one plant to another, admiring the big tomatoes that grow out of control here.

As the days, months, and maybe years go by, life in the wild is hard. Steven builds a thousand little houses that never last. Rain ruins his boat more times than he can count, the floods make him lose direction many times, forcing him to walk for days among the mud and unrecognizable little roads, sorting through graveyards of bugs and roots in the dim milky light of the after storm.

He spends times on times re-building his boat, another couple sailing on it till the water runs out, and Steven, old and young, drags it through the dry dust until he finds the soft terrain of the tomato field again. Sometimes the grass and weeds are too tall and dense for him to see the light in days, and he lives inside the feverish ambiance of green shadows and heavy humid air, still braiding any little trinket he finds till he makes a chain as long as his life that decorates the inside of the boat.

His body gets used to sleeping over hard stone, soft earth, and pricky grass. Tiny scratches everywhere. Slowly opening and closing in a constant cycle, as routine as breathing. Inhale, exhale. His blood and skin breathe the dirt and the smell of the plants, infusing in the dense clay and its fresh dusk of stones.

Steven hardens under the restless heat of the sun and the humidity that it dries off. Melting on the flow of the seasons as they pass by. Little animals and bugs attack and squirm in fear when they see him. So, Steven must learn to be as quiet as them, find a way for them to trust his presence. More often than not, he fails. A fourteen-year-old child full of kindness, an angry teenager, a tired young man, or a patient elder, is useless. He remains a stranger.

The earth is more suffocating than welcoming. It tries to devour his foreignness till he becomes another dreadnought creature melting slowly into nature's core. But Steven's body remains human, skin covered in little hairs and freckles like stones and stars, and speaks of dust. Because the matted coat that is his hair still curls when he washes on the stream. A silky black ribbon that falls over his face as he sits on his boat drying little by little, and reminds him he can never belong to the earth in the same way these other creatures do.

Steven lives looking for scraps to eat, his clothes little by little get torn and used until he is wearing nothing but rags. His beard keeps growing, but Steven is getting too tired to pay any attention to it. On the boredom of hunger, he counts the wrinkles on his face until his age changes again, and he starts over.

Food starts to run out. The other living creatures flee after the fourth dry out. Steven chews on yellow grass and pushes his boat across the dirt, refusing to believe rain won't come. He is emaciated when he finds the last tomato and takes it to his boat.

Seasons stretch, endless, as Steven keeps walking, dragging, and climbing, and running. Long nights of empty sleep, even longer days. Roads look all the same, a sun that doesn’t move, a never gentle wind. The ground cracks under his feet, and Steven sleeps inside the divides for what seems like an eternity, knees to his chest. When he wakes up, despite all the time, everything is the same.

Under the sun and darkness and relentless winds that shoot every grain of sand into his skin. He is tired, so tired when the rain finally comes. Titanic and ruthless drops hit the earth on blows of water, invading all around him as the thunders muffle every other sound. It floods everything, and Steven struggles to not sink when the current swallows everything in its path. Waves crash him against plants and rocks until he can't move, and Steven is dragged limp on the swirls and currents, half screaming and half drowning as the water burns him in and out until the rain finally stops.

It is all as unrecognizable as ever, but this feels grimmer, destroyed and squashed by the water, fallen obstacles, and piles of dead things trapped in the mud. Nowhere to go. He finds his boat many days of swimming in desperation later, and Steven clings to it until he finds the strength to pull himself and lay over it. He wanders in it without a purpose. He doesn't look for food, although there aren't any anyway after the flood.

His beard reaches the ground, his bones crack at every movement, and Steven can't think of what he'll do the next day. So, he does nothing. Sits by the edge of his boat while it floats and floats and floats.

Has lost count of the days when the sky gets gray again and he can smell the imminent rain in the air. Steven gets up and this time he is stubbornly angry, determined not to be defeated by the rain again. All the little forgotten items he has collected in his boat get thrown aboard, and he rips strands of his hair to make a rope, planning on tying himself to the boat to not lose it again.

He watches his last possessions sink, and the sky rumbles. He looks back at the empty, dark interior of the boat, the only thing he can call home now, and the sadness and despair he has buried threatens to come back.

But he fights it as the first drops hit the water around him, and Steven turns to the last item he has left, the tomato he had saved at the back of the boat, and struggles to lift it, his whole body tensing in pain, while he screams at the raining sky and the mud and the whole world.

"I am not falling apart; I am not falling apart!"

But the tomato is rotten to its core, his mossy skin peels off and turns into a messy, liquid mush when he lifts it, falling over his hair and face and mouth. The stink and disgust knock Steven to the ground, and he screams, desperately trying to get the pure of rotten tomato off the ship. Gagging and suffocating on the smell.

He is crying by the time the rain falls completely, covered in the putrid insides of the tomato. The sobs choke him and make him convulse, scratching and clinging to the shifting boat, screaming and missing and looking for all the people he has lost.

Rain absorbs the world again; waves grow and wipe out everything. Steven’s boat gets knocked over, and he falls into the water, sinking into the tears and the earth that can't love him.

Rain claims him once again. And in the dark, Steven dreams.

He dreams of his dad, teaching him ukulele songs on the beach while the sunset seagulls fly around them.

He dreams of Sadie, passing him his first beer at a midnight bar after a performance, and laughing her lungs out at his displeasure.

He dreams of catching up with Peedy on a Sunday in the supermarket, sharing a tube of ice cream in the parking lot while he complained about a teacher that was too tough on his kid.

He dreams of Sour Cream, looking over his crib and handing him his headphones while Vidalia and Greg fight in the kitchen.

He dreams of Jenny staying up all night on the phone with him while he drove across Washington, confessing how much everyone missed him in Beach City.

He dreams of Onion, showing him his new collection of figurines on the laziest Saturday morning ever, the smell of pancakes in the air.

He dreams of Buck, knocking on his door to hand him a mix tape with alternative music because it "made him think of him."

He dreams of Mr. Smiley sitting with him next to the bathrooms in Funland after getting lost in the crowd, telling him about airplanes to distract him until Greg found them.

He dreams of Connie.

Of a Monday like every Monday in the world, clipping her hair in a bun and smiling, telling him to go easy on the coffee. She goes for a kiss, and Steven gives her a bear hug instead to make her laugh.

He dreams of sitting in their shared bed at night, slowly falling asleep to the quiet sound of her voice repassing her paperwork.

He dreams of pointing at a discount chocolate cake in a bakery stand, and Connie rolling her eyes. "You make better cakes than that."

He dreams of fighting over something and feeling a string around his neck when he spots tears in Connie's eyes.

He dreams of looking through the window while he hangs the sheets to dry and seeing Connie while she stirs a pot in the stove, frowning at her grandma's cooking book.

He dreams of tears that could not matter any less now, the warmth of her hug. The old, familiar scent of her neck, of her hair.

The rain seems to wash it all away, but in reality, it gives everything back to him.

After years with his head on the ground, Steven finally looks up at the sky and sees the stars.

He comes out of the water and goes back to his normal size. He is a little kid again, maybe four years old, and wanders through the fields and grass until he reaches a road. A young farmer slows her truck when she sees him, and when she asks where his parents are, Steven can only cry.

They take him to a police station, and all the way there Steven looks at the corn crows flying across the green and gold fields, staring at the moving clouds while the farmer's wife offers him oat cookies and keeps him company on the back seat.

He doesn’t understand all that much what is happening as they reach the station, and he sits in a plastic chair, mindlessly watching the people walk. A policeman offers him hot chocolate from the coffee machine, and the same farmer who found him blows on the little carton cup until it cools enough for him to drink it.

It’s late at night when the gems burst through the door, looking around worriedly, and Steven jumps from where he is, running to them. Pearl's ivory soft hands cup his face, and she whispers soothing words while fat tears fall down his cheeks. Steven lifts his arms and Garnet picks him up, pressing him gently against her chest. Amethyst lays her head on his back, patting his shoulder, and pulls Pearl into the hug too.

He is surrounded by safe, warm light. Three stars that fell out of the sky to embrace him.

They leave, with Steven still in Garnet's arms while Pearl gets the rental car ready. Amethyst leans to him smiling.

"How did it go, li'l dude?" she says, like nothing has changed, like it hasn’t been a lifetime since the last time he saw them.

Steven nods and closes his eyes.

"It was good. It was really good.”

___

A note from the author

A few months ago, I woke up shaking in a cold sweat after having dreamed this story. The vivid image of Steven screaming "I'm not falling apart!" Forever burned in my mind.

My cousin was in the hospital. School had been going bad for a while now. Life at home had been turning unbearable.

I was Steven's age when I started watching the show. Thirteen and optimistic, blind to all the darkness around me. Now I'm graduating college in a few months. I have no idea what's to come, and I've never been more afraid. I have been grieving all the things I thought I would do, the things I used to do, the joy I used to feel. The boy I never was.

Today I found the courage to text my old therapist. I don't think I’ll ever know what prompted this dream, but I'm grateful. It awoke a part of me that seemed to have been sleeping for so long I forgot it existed. I had been living as a ghost of myself without realizing it. It gave me courage to admit I was, in fact, falling apart.

There is a piece of land next to my house, it’s been abandoned for more than ten years, completely empty. I want to turn it into a garden. I will save the little money I can; maybe in a few weeks I will be able afford a plant, in a few months, a little tree. But I’ll stay alive to see it come true, no matter how long it takes. We can stay alive for these little things, is okay.

I want to see that tree grow. I want to hear the way the wind moves its branches. I want to sit under its shadow someday.

I don't think I'll ever feel alone again, because the birds hear me sing in the morning. I walk on the street beside mothers and shadows of children I once was, face sticky with caramel and clothes that don’t quite fit. The secretary at school knows my name. The same kids climb on the bus every afternoon, I recognize some of them. I have a classmate with the same shirt as me. Only the stuffed animals in my room know how many hugs I've given them. My dogs know my hands mean safety. The trees will keep me out of harm.

Life is terrifying. But I have three shiny stars of my own. And I know they’ll be there, waiting for me, when this journey ends.

If Steven Universe ever thought me anything, is that change is a gift I should treasure. Is the magic that makes us human. Today I want to tell you, fellow human, your sorrows are my sorrows, your joys my joys. This human life of ours, it’s worth passing through. I just needed a reminder.

I hope I was able to remind it to you too.

"Wait, I know it's been a long road Prodigals don't always come home But I'll be alright Wait, I'm between shadows and sunlight But your love gets me through dark nights And I'll be alright Yeah, I'll be alright" -We All Fall Down, The Rigs

[maxiemumdamage]

Maybe this is overly niche, but the thought occurred to me and now I wonder — does anyone know of a fic where someone called CPS on Greg Universe? I assume written post-Future?

[aalikazam]

Sorry for the lack of posts, artfight has been KILLING me lately, but...

Steven Universe: Fractured Paths is out on Archive of Our Own! Fair warning, I don't know how to use this website at all.

[imbeccable-writes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steven Universe (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Connie Maheswaran & Steven Universe Characters: Steven Universe, Connie Maheswaran Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s06e10 Prickly Pair, Late Night Conversations, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Childhood Trauma, Family Issues, Intervention, kind of, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Steven Universe Future, Steven Universe Needs a Hug, Steven Universe Needs Therapy, Connie Maheswaran Tries, store bought therapy, Not Canon Compliant, emotionally mature connie maheswaran, Hurt Steven Universe, POV Third Person, Pre-Episode: s06e11 In Dreams, could be read as platonic or romantic Summary:

After the Cactus Steven debacle, Connie has a talk with Steven about the past and the present.

[frogspond200]

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘

Requested by: @f3r4lfr0gg3r

Ask: Hey, do you think Steven could end up meeting someone on his travels once he leaves. Beach City, I love meet-cutes!

Warning: None.

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Imagine the reader feeling a bit down and lost after missing their ride and getting drenched in the rain. Just as they're contemplating their next move, Steven stumbles upon them and immediately offers his help. With a warm smile, he offers them his umbrella, inviting them to take shelter together and escape the rain. Steven's caring nature and desire to make others feel better would instantly help lift the reader's spirits.

As they walk together, sharing stories and getting to know each other, a genuine connection starts to form between Steven and the reader. They might exchange tales of their respective adventures and find common ground in their experiences. Although they know their time together is temporary, their encounter becomes a cherished memory that leaves an impact on both of them.

Ultimately, the meet-cute could be a catalyst for growth and self-discovery for both Steven and the reader. It could remind Steven of the importance of being there for others, even as he embarks on his own journey of self-discovery. And for the reader, it could inspire them to be more open to unexpected connections and seize opportunities for meaningful interactions.

Upon realizing that the rain isn't letting up anytime soon, the reader invited Steven to their home to dry off and warm up. As they step into the cozy atmosphere of the reader's house, they might lend Steven some dry clothes, ensuring he's comfortable and feeling refreshed after braving the rain.

The reader's house could be adorned with their personal interests, hobbies, and memories, allowing Steven to learn more about them through the glimpses into their life. They could share stories about the pictures on the wall, the books on the shelf, or the trinkets that hold sentimental value.

In the comfort of the reader's home, they might choose to whip up a warm meal together, reflecting their shared interests and creating a wonderful bonding experience. As they work side by side in the kitchen, they could exchange laughter, stories, and perhaps even teach each other a thing or two about their favorite recipes.

Sitting down at the dining table, Steven and the reader could enjoy their homemade meal, savoring the flavors and cherishing the moment. This intimate setting could lead to a deeper conversation, as they discuss their dreams, fears, and the journeys that brought them to this point in their lives.

They might even discover shared interests or surprising connections, finding comfort and understanding in each other's stories. Mutual passions, hobbies, or even shared experiences from their travels could further strengthen the connection they've built throughout the day.

Ultimately, being invited into the reader's home would foster a sense of trust and openness between Steven and the reader. It would create a safe space for them to be vulnerable, allowing their friendship to deepen and perhaps even sparking the potential for something more.

The reader's house becomes a backdrop for a truly heartfelt and intimate connection between two individuals, as they learn about each other's pasts, dreams, and fears. It's within these walls that Steven and the reader can forge a bond that leaves an indelible mark on both of their hearts.

As they finish their meal and bask in the warm ambiance of the reader's house, Steven and the reader might find themselves drawn closer to one another. They could start by sitting closer on the couch, their arms occasionally brushing against each other as they engage in a deeper conversation.

The emotional connection they've established throughout the day creates a safe environment for them to explore physical intimacy. Perhaps Steven shyly initiates a gentle touch, such as brushing away a stray strand of hair from the reader's face or placing a comforting hand on their arm, initiating the first hints of physical closeness.

Feeling the subtle signals and reciprocating a similar interest, the reader might cautiously lean into the touch, appreciating the warmth and tenderness of the moment. Their bodies could gradually slide closer together, finding a comfortable and snug position as they continue to converse and exchange affectionate gestures.

As the conversation becomes more heartfelt and personal, Steven and the reader might wrap their arms around each other, feeling the soothing comfort of being in each other's embrace. The sensation of their bodies intertwined brings an overwhelming sense of closeness, trust, and contentment.

Wrapped in a cozy blanket, they could softly rest their heads against each other or snuggle up while a movie plays in the background. The subtle shift between friends to something more becomes increasingly apparent as the gentle embrace, shared laughter, and lingering glances create an atmosphere of romantic connection.

It's important to note that physical intimacy should always be consensual and respectful. Steven and the reader's relationship should progress at a pace that feels right for both of them. Open communication and awareness of each other's comfort levels are crucial to ensure that their newfound closeness is cherished and cherished by both parties.

The evolving physical intimacy between Steven and the reader serves as a reflection of the emotional bond they've formed throughout their shared experiences. This gradual progression brings them even closer together and solidifies the depth of their connection, setting the stage for a potentially beautiful and heartfelt romance…

[lets-zofifi-stuff]

@oreoexe

🎅🎁 I'M YOUR SECRET SANTA! 🎅🎁

✨🎄 HAPPY HOLIDAYS! 🎄✨

Sorry for the wait. I hoped to finish this one early but I underestimated the lenght. 😅 I deliberated if to write with your sona as MC but I was not sure if that would be good. So it is and OC. But I hope you like it.

Remember; Demons are a huge commitment. Don't take a demon for christmas just to abandon it later. They need space and much enrichment, or else they'd begin to commit arson and place horrible curses. Summon unearthly forces responsibly

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Alice got lost in the forest. In the old bandoned cabin she found something she would never expected.

[daisymintt]

Talk Derby to Me (WIP)

A Steven Universe Roller Derby Fic

It’s been four years since Steven first left the comforts of Beach City to find himself on the road. During that time Connie had graduated from high school and was currently getting her undergraduate degree at the University of Jayhawk in Kansas. Steven loved their nightly FaceTimes and could listen to her talk all day. She’d only been at Jawhawk for a few weeks but she already seemed at home there. Steven was so excited, he and Connie had been planning when he could visit her ever since her semester started and today was the day and the weather couldn’t be more perfect for it! The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

“In five feet, turn right.” Steven’s phone GPS instructed. Excitement thrilled through him and butterflies fluttered in his chest as he turned into the parking lot in front of Connie’s on campus dorm. He parked his car and texted Connie.

Steven

I’m here!

Connie

Just head on up, I’m on the first floor dorm 137. I can’t wait to see you!

Steven slipped is phone into his pants pocket and made started the search for Connie’s dorm.

Finding Connie’s dorm was harder than he thought it be, the numbering system for the dorms didn’t make any sense and every time he thought he had it figured out it was a dead end! By the time he finally found it he was so relieved. He took a moment to collect himself, running his fingers through his brown curly hair and popping a mint into his mouth, before knocking on the door. He excitedly bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for her to answer and fiddled with the buttons on the sleeve of his faded blue shirt. It had been so long since they last saw each other in person, what if she decides it isn’t working? What if after all their time apart she found someone else? What if- he was saved from his thoughts spiraling further by the door being opened.

“Connie-!” Steven yelled only to cut himself off when he realized it wasn’t Connie at the door but another girl with curly black hair, warm brown skin, dark brown eyes, and an eyebrow piercing wearing nothing but a towel with a loofah and a soap on a rope in her hands. Steven flushed and averted his gaze, uncomfortable. “Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong dorm I’m looking for my girlfriend, Connie?”

The girls eyes widened in surprise, “Oh my gosh you must be Steven! Connie talks about you all the time! Well, when she’s not studying that is. It’s so nice to meet you!”

The girl adjusted her towel and stuck a hand out for him to shake which he took hesitantly.

Connie’s voice called from inside the dorm, “Lottie, who’s at the door?”

Lottie called back in a sing-song voice over her shoulder, “It’s your boyfriend!”

“Steven? Then let him in!”

“Alright, alright.” Lottie stepped back and allowed Steven into their dorm. It was a small room with a bed pressed to each wall. It was easy to tell which one was Connie’s even without her sitting on it, her side of the dorm was clean and organized with a thoughtful splattering of person touches. The other half was chaotic and messy, it reminded him of Amethyst’s room back at the temple except with less garbage smell.

[pauloarts]

Mais uma vez desculpa a demora, mas aqui estão as páginas de minha fanfic./ Once again, sorry for the delay, but here are the pages of my fanfic.

[archivehub]

Jam Buds and So On Banners

Got bored, decided I’d make banners for all the short stories in my Connverse fanfiction, Jam Buds and So On. I’ll also make them for any future chapters.

[mydearsteven]

Sick days

prompt: you got caught in a flu because of your lack of sleep, luckily your short tampered lovable husband is here to help you.

featuring: Diamond!Steven x Reader

your bed has been lonely without your lovely husband sleeping beside you, you knew that his work has been piled up alot lately but it still hurts. Especially after you got caught up in a flu for the past 2 days.

even though he was usually short tampered you still love him to death because he’s well, your husband. Pearl has been taking care of you ever since, though whenever she’s trying to insist you to tell your sickness to her diamond, you always try to keep her mouth shut from telling it to Steven.

you don’t want to interrupt his work and made him even more stressed than he already was, and decided if he wanted to know he would know it by himself. Pearl could only sighs at this but still obligated to it.

after a few hours of laying down on your shared bed, you were unable to sleep due to your freezing body. You have turned right and left and still can’t find yourself to be asleep. That is until you heard a voice from the door of your shared room.

“(n/n)? oh dear stars.” Steven was shocked to see your current state and immediately rushed to you and see if you’re alright.

“little star… why didn’t you tell me that you’re sick?” he pouts, his hands starts to find its way on your hair. You smile weakly at him. “i don’t want to worry you, you look like you were going to explode if i tell you.” you chuckled at your own remarks.

he’s still not very pleased by this and starts to call out his pearl. He got off from the bed once Pearl came in, his steps towards her was so full of rage that you start to worry.

“Pearl.. why didn’t you tell me about my WIFE’s getting caught by a heavy flu?” his voice as harsh as rocks, he’s very enraged by the lack of information about his wife’s condition.

Pearl only stutters trying to find an answer to her diamond’s question. “m-my diamond! you see.. w-well…” she trailed off her sentence, not knowing what to say. Steven was so fed up and was about to shatter her gem until you began coughing rapidly.

that stops Steven on his track, giving Pearl one last glance and start rushing towards your sleeping form. “love.. please don’t hurt Pearl. Its my request to not tell it to you, i don’t want to burden you..” you put your hand on his cheek and rubs it so that he calms down.

Steven sighs at you and put his hand on top of yours, staring at your shining eyes. He furrowed his brows and blushes from your affection towards him.

he turned his head to Pearl who was thanking to the stars for saving her life, Steven then asked her to come to where the two couple was. “Pearl, im sorry for assuming things. If it weren’t for you im pretty sure (name) would’ve been worse by now.”

Pearl was very relieved and starts to smile towards her diamond. “its quite alright, My Diamond.” Pearl did her little diamond salute and starts walking towards the exit of the room, leaving the two of you.

Steven turned his head towards you once more, he gave you a kiss on your forehead and that instantly made you feel a little better than before. You drift off to sleep, knowing that you’ll feel a lot better tomorrow because Steven is here.

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Batman brainrot finally dying, I am return to my silly goofy cartoon shows AT LAST and head right back to the angsty fanfic train,,, i am free.

[herculesinnightsky]

Yeah, I'll be alright

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Steven Universe (Cartoon)

Relationship: Connie Maheswaran/Steven Universe

Character: Steven Universe

Additional Tags: Angst, Hopeful Ending, Far Future

Summary:

After all the humans of his youth grow old and die, Steven takes on a new adventure.

Hello guys, I´ve been having a rough year, would aprecciate if you check out this strange little story I made to get back into writing.

:)