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Amnesia AU

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Hi!! What made you go to the crystal gems(?) house???

Blue Connie AU Ep2 Part1

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Crystal Gems? Is that who they are? Well, t|

Crystal Gems? Is that who they are? Well, to be honest, I don't really know|

Crystal Gems? Is that who they are? Well, to be honest, I don't really know. My Dad said I have to stay here for a bit. App|

Crystal Gems? Is that who they are? Well, to be honest, I don't really know. My Dad said I have to stay here for a bit. Apparently, they were friends of my mother.|

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By far one of my favorite aus to read

I don’t know is someone asked this before, but do Steven and Connie ever have there “Here Comes A Thought” moment? With Garnet?

“You’re going to do great,” Pearl promised. “You’ve been training for months. I’ll be right there if it looks like anything is going to go wrong. Just don’t fall off the edge.”

“Just make sure none of them push me,” Connie said with a giggle, only to have her heart plummet into her stomach as the warp lit up. Steven, Garnet and Amethyst came through, trotting up the arena steps. Steven and Amethyst were already play fighting, mussing up each other’s hair and jostling one another as they settled in. No, no no. She searched for a thread of hope. “Do they have the arena first?”

“Of course not! I invited them to see you fight today. It’s kind of like a graduation ceremony.” Pearl winked.

That was fine. It was only her worst nightmare. She was fine. Steven, Garnet and Amethyst. That was three people and that wasn’t a crowd. Unless you added in Pearl, which was four. And then, if you thought about it, Ruby and Sapphire brought it up to at least five if not six. An audience of six. That was more than the fingers on a single hand. That was arbitrary. It didn’t matter. It was fine.

Her fingers flexed around the hilt. Her hand was getting kind of shaky. How was she supposed to fight with a shaky hand? She could look stu-She could get hurt. That was what mattered. Who cared about looking stupid? She could get seriously injured with a shaky hand while everyone was watching. Six people twelve eyes that was so many eyes to see her make a fool of herself-

“Connie?” Pearl’s voice came from far away. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Connie said, her voice strained.

Stop it. She grit her teeth. Connie was not doing this today. She didn’t have time to do this today. She was busy. Her brain needed to focus on the right things or at least turn off. Was the air thinner here? She took a deep breath and her throat ached and her chest ached and her eyes burned because it was happening again. That wasn’t fair. She had a sword. Cool people with swords didn’t have meltdowns over people looking at them.

Six people twelve eyes and she hadn’t even started and she was looking stupid. Breathing kept getting harder as blurry eyes caught a glimpse of the concern on Pearl’s face - on everyone’s face. She couldn’t do this. She wasn’t a fighter. She wasn’t anyone. Everyone was looking and they could see she was faking her way into something better than she was. They could see her every flaw, her every mistake, the little things Pearl called out to correct because Connie wasn’t good enough to be here. She was going to humiliate herself.

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Second Time of Consideration - SU Soft Jock Fic

Summary: After tutoring Steven Universe, Connie Maheswaran is brought to a familiar question.

Sequel to First Time of Consideration.

Created by @borkthemork.

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Suspicions were always a breakthrough to revelation; either by profound curiosity or persnickety cajolery, Connie always found a way to get the answer she craved when it came down to problems in her life. If there was a situational problem—such as with an algebraic equation (with its word sentences and its fetish for formula implementation) that needed more logical thinking than basic run-down memory—then she would zone out for a few minutes to test the pathways she had. Of course, she didn’t fully zone out, but her moments were full of focus, honed in on answering the small question like a dog to a bone.

When it came to Steven, it was a chase for answers that she never expected to be fully requited for. He wasn’t an enigma, per se, but he was definitely someone that she wanted to know more about. It all came down to a few questions, but the most important being: how far will they go as ‘friends’ now that she trusts him?

It’s a silly thought if she pondered about it too much, yet it made sense to her. There was a new feeling of relief ever since that night—nestled in the arms of a legitimate friend, warm to the touch from shared heat—and she couldn’t help but ponder over it again and again and again. Jeez, it made her feel like an infatuated YA protagonist from just thinking about it; it wasn’t like she was leaning towards him for romance like the schlock she’d find at the bottom of a dollar store bin, she just had to wipe her mind of that idea and just think about the main picture.

He’s now her friend. That was the start, but will it work out?

What was supposed to be expected from her?

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Soft Jock AU - First Time of Consideration

A one-shot for the Soft Jock AU that I’m taking part in with @novantinuum, @ftecho4, @saiscribbles, @ashidaii, @universallywriting, @fermented-writers-block, and a few others.

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An expresso.

Five creams. One sugar.

Enough to bring enthusiasm into a person’s day, even if it meant that day was toiling with academics and personal grievance, which Connie Maheswaran definitely didn’t have. Not in the slightest. If she was, she would be more than welcome to groan and toil about than just complain about it.

Right. Maybe. She didn’t know if her mind was working with the caffeine, but at least she had an ounce of consciousness.

The cup of coffee sullen her mood, clasped in her hands as the piano music of the café reassured her mind that something will come out of this. A lone plate, crumbs strewn, with a rumple of ripped tissue were what remained of her sandwich. She just had to work on the pages in front of her—mathematics scattered like ants—and then she could have some peace. Maybe a muffin too if her mind wasn’t peckish.

“Connie?” The girl blinked, languid-eyed, as a new face sat down opposite from her. This was a café, of course, someone would take the seat opposite her, but why would they was the question here. When the sleep wore off, and she saw who was actually in front of her, she got her answer: bushy-crowned, smile the icon of a million rays, Steven Quartz Universe (gem piercing and everything) was sitting in front of her. “You okay?”

The athlete spotting her at the local joint shouldn’t be a surprise. But it was. Enough to have her stare at him with unashamed stiffness, like she was viewing an anomaly alike to the Loch Ness monster. “What are you doing here?”

“I usually go here?” He responded, countenance morphing with his confusion. His hand placed down a sweet-smelling bag, wafting of sugar and chocolate. “The group loves to grab doughnuts before we hit the town, but when I saw you here, I thought it would be great to meet up.”

That’s a classic Steven Universe move. Out of everyone she has met in Ocean Town Academy, she never expected people to broaden their horizons over friendships other than their typical clique. It’s hard to talk to people so the fact that people such as Steven Universe exist in her university makes it harder to describe. Was it a coincidence that this charismatic boy has the biggest set of connections because of his preppy sports team? One could coin a conspiracy, but she’d like to think something was going on with his family, preferably lots of money or lessons in etiquette.

But, to be fair, she never really talked to him until both of them planned his astrophysics tutoring, being a soft-spoken young adult that didn’t look the type to be part of the rumors that tailed him. There were rumors of him, of things he’s done, or the plots his friends got involved in, mostly in road trips and orientation-exploring escapades with boys; not at all secure, yet intriguing to think about from an outsider perspective—it seemed like he attracted a lot of attention that she, herself, never had the gall to attain.

What was his secret? Was it just as simple as charisma and extroverted intent? Or was it all a mask like those 80s and 90s high school movies she kept jotting through when her parents weren’t home?

“Uhm, Connie?” She snapped out of it. Steven had his eyebrows skewed, looking at her like she just resurrected in front of him in an instant he pulled her back to Earth—which must’ve been the case, considering how confused he looked.

“Erm, uh, yes?” Great going, now he thinks you’re inattentive. Connie took a sip from her coffee, wincing at the slight burn on her tongue. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to go hang out with me and the girls.” His smile beamed like always, but the question shook her to her core; leaving her wide-eyed and placid. “I want to get to know you better, and what’s better than a trip to a laser light show?”

“Right now?”

“Yep!”

He had to be joking. But can this boy joke with such tooth-rotting sincerity? It had to kill someone, eventually. “I don’t know. Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to disturb you.”

“It’s no biggie.” He said, Connie looking down to realize that he wasn’t in the cheering attire she’d seen him tow around. Instead, he was wearing a blue-yellow letterman jacket, cartoon t-shirt hanging between the folds like a snapshot. “We have a lot of room in Natalie’s van. I can help introduce you to everyone!”

What part of this world allowed this guy to stride on over to her and ask her to get into an anonymous van? She wasn’t that gullible. “I don’t think I’m comfortable being in a van with a huge group of people.”

“Oh, you don’t like getting squished?” He asked. And it was seeping of genuine intent, the innocence shielding him from the awkward contexts that hung over her words. “I mean, you can go into shotgun if you’d like?”

“I don’t think I’d like that either.”

“So, it’s a no then?” There was still some hope in his voice. Sweet and gentle.

She grimaced even more. “It’s a no.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay.” Even with her reluctance and weariness, there was a part of her that winced over his voice. It revealed too much disappointment, like the intent wasn’t of malice but of something pure and simple—Connie wondering if her brain was on haywire or if the lights were too bright or if her tension got to him. She had no clue what made her feel so guilty at this moment. “I still would like to befriend you more, so I hope to see you at the library on Wednesday.”

Wednesday. The day when the first tutoring session shall begin. Pressing up her glasses, Connie affirmed to it, her tongue cotton. “I’ll have my schedule cleared up just for you.”

“Thanks, Connie, you’re the best!” He placed a solitary coco-glazed doughnut onto her plate, and then, giving her a quick and chipper wave, walked out with the rest of his pastries.

Eyeing through the café windows, she spotted the van in the vast parking lot—a cheerleader leaping onto him in a bear hug before the two of them disappeared into the vehicle. And with that, it buckled out of the parking space and drove out of her sight.

She huffed, continuing to eye the coffee lulling in her container. She wondered what would have happened if she accepted his offer. Would it have made a difference?

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Not trying to spoil what you have planned but I am really excited to see the gems reactions to amethyst. You story is great!

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Steven I have a question for you have you learned how to store things in your gem like how your mom's do Or are you still learning?

Gather your courage steven, and talk to connie!

So I've been wondering how does everybody in beach city feel about Steven? Do they hate him? Love gim? Or is it similar to hoe beavh city sees Canon Steven

How did Greg Universe/Steven's dad get the scars?

Are we going to see how Greg reacts to it? Maybe get information about Greg’s and yellows relationship?

Comic on Tapas

So is Steven going to end up with a similar problem to Canon Steven when it comes to shape shifting or is he going to make it out unscarred

(15) Shapeshift

Why does yellow Steven not like the cows?

(14) Cows

Steven doesn't like cows because cows think his gemstone is salty and try to lick him. It's some childhood trauma.

(13) Strawberry fields and Lapis point