Note: HI! So, I'm kind of a fan of Steven universe xD (Even though I never watched an episode because of my freakin' TV...) But I like it, and I've been thinking of a little something I find cute. I know that Jasper is t-e-c-h-n-i-c-a-l-l-y meant to destroy the gems... and kill/capture Steven BUT.. what happens if they're in a human universe (I'm sorry I usually don't do universe changes) and they aren't hating each other? This is a cute little fanfiction on bonding. The giant warrior woman and the little Steven baby. I don't own anything but Enjoy!
Ever since she was lucky enough to start puberty early at the age of twelve, she knew she was different than the other girls. They are filled with hormones, growing tits, and starting to grow feelings towards guys, any guy. Damn hormones..
But not Jasper.
She became a tall muscle bound jock, not just a little muscle mind you, a lot of muscle. Like, basically made out of muscle and bone. Would easily put shame to all of the football players. Hell, she does put shame on all of the football players.
When she hit puberty, all she got was a raging desire to work out, going day after day and adrenaline became a huge thing in her system. So was testosterone. She longed for a fight, for the burn of muscles. So, now, here she was, on a bike too small for her going on her tenth mile. Her legs burned, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat and a feral grin over her lips.
She felt like the damn witch in wizard of oz. She could practically hear the orchestra in her ear.
She also grew. Tall. And basically, all of her female friends thinned out next to none and she was surrounded by tough guys. She didn't really complain though. She could pick a fight and be rough to the boys and not be yelled at.
She took a sharp turn on the roads, this little town on the beach.. absolutely gorgeous, and perfect for intense work outs. The warm sun, but cold breezes. The weather was in a constant state of limbo. Keep you warm, but cool you off. A woosh went by her ear, and she eyed the house across the street. Home to that.. one kid. What was the name? Peridot? New kid.
She jumped clear off the bike, all of her weight on the handle bars, the bike buckled under her, but she kept going forward. Jumping forward, and then landing on her feet, having to run a little bit farther before she lost the momentum. The sad thing was she really wasn't that out of breath.
The sky was a sapphire blue. The clouds looked like paint. She had to shield her eyes from the obnoxious ball of white that was the sun. She sighed, taking in a deep breath. Salt water seeping into her lungs, and she listened to the waves crash across the rocks near the shore. Yeah. This was a good place.
She stomped across the cracked concrete, wiping her forehead with an irritated look. She actually wasn't irritated. She just hated how her sweat always plastered her hair to her face. That part was annoying. But she wouldn't give up her hair for anything. The almost unnatural bombshell blonde. Thick and long, all the way down her back. Heavy as hell on her head, but she loved it.
The little worn down ice cream place was the best in Beach City. The faded blue and pink stripes, with that sad excuse of an ice cream cone on top. But really, it was the best.
She knocked on the window, it came out as three loud bangs. She stared across the street, bored. That was the place where the old people lived. Well, almost all the old people. There were a few adults that weren't QUITE old enough to be called old.
Like Rose, the kind woman that had a wicked right hook but the sweetest voice. Or, Dia. The mysterious lady that lived close by, she didn't go out much, dark hair twirled at the ends, broad shoulders. She was calm and collected. Those two seemed to have some bad blood...
She shook her head as the window opened. A seagull went off somewhere like an alarm. And a different face popped out from the usual. A rosy cheeked young child with a big grin, he seemed over joyed for some reason. Jasper found herself grinning back. "HI!" "Hey there.." She chuckled at him, realizing he'd probably be on a tall stack of books, or a stool. She leaned in the window frame, smirking at him. "Can I get a double on the vanilla?" "Of course!" She snorted as the kid jumped down from a stool, a shit eating grin crossing her face.
"What's your name, kid?"
"Steven! My dad runs the shop.." "Wait, Greg's your dad?" "Yep!"
She leaned back, crossing her overly muscled arms across her busty chest. Tilting her head to the side as she stared at him. He knew what he was doing at least.
"Do you know my dad?"
"Been coming here since I was a tike like you." "A tike?" "ah..." She rubbed the back of her head, looking at the sky again. "..I call kids that sometimes. Sorry." "No no! It's fine! I just haven't heard that before." He laughed loudly, climbing back up with a double scoop of vanilla. She chuckled, taking the ice cream from him, and pulling out a flattened five dollar bill to take care of the three fifty. Her hand virtually swallowed up his arm. "You got some really big muscles, ma'am!"
"Huh?"
She looked at her arms, flexing for him and smirking at the look of awe. "Hah.. well, I gotta run, kid." She stepped back, flashing him another grin and he waved at her enthusiastically. She found herself taking a glance back more than once, and he was already gone into his own absent minded world. Smiling like an air head, she felt a pang for him. She had a soft spot for someone like that, too.. but then again.. She shook her head, lifting up her bike, she used it as a seat while practically devouring the prize. The freezing flavor streaking down her throat, and bringing on a rather painful brain freeze, but it was worth it.
The kid was cute. "Oh, Hey Jasper!"
A voice crack alerted her to the bad-tan-line man of Greg, long hair and bald on top, but easily the nicest guy she knows. "Oh! Hey Greg!" She flashed him a grin, swallowing up the cone like a shark. "Uh.. Did you meet Steven? Or.. did you break into the shop?"
His tone alerted her that he wouldn't put it past her. Hell, she wouldn't put it past herself. She laughed loudly, shoulders shaking and she shook her head. "Nah.. I met your son. Cute kid. Real nice. Don't worry, I didn't scare him like I did you."
He laughed nervously. Rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey ah.. can I ask you something?" "Hmm?"
She looked at him casually. The flabby, out of shape father was nervous. It was written all over him. And a blush across his cheeks. Interesting. She smiled none the less, trying to coax him into saying whatever he was going to say because she wanted to get back to burning her muscles, and then maybe running over to Lapis's house for a make out sessio- ...for a chat.
"Yeah?"
"Do.. Do you think that ah.. Rose would like fl-fowers?" His voice cracked, and her eyebrows shot up. "...Are you trying to hook up with your ex wife?"
His shoulders slumped completely.
"Yeah... I want to get back together."
A silence filled the space between them. She cleared her throat awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, I just-"
"Don't go with roses. Her name is rose, and it's the classic flower. Get some lilies, or two-lips. A boquet. But not roses."
He stared at her in shock, his mouth open and she just stared back.
"T-Thanks Jasper!"
"No problem, Greg." She pulled her hair back, only for it to fight her. At least her hair had fighting spirit. "Well, see you later?"
She smiled at him. Large, Feral and proud.
"Your ice cream is my only weakness."
As she rode away, she couldn't help but grin at the sound of the old man's laughter as it slowly faded.