Steven Universe Friendship Novels & Stories

It was strange, but he said goodbye to his friends and came up to me. "Yeah?" He asked, stopping by my cans with paint. "Um, I thought that... you might want to meet someone," I lied, but it seemed to work, "This is Thomas Black. You know him, right?" "Oh, yeah! How are things, man?" Steven asked and held out his hand to shake Thomas's hand. "I'm Steven." "Nice to meet you." The famous boy answered, with a frown and a sudden change in tone, laced with a hint of contempt.

"Everyone’s scared of Steven. You don’t see it because he’s more relaxed around us, but trust me, Freja, it’s different when you’re not in his inner circle. Liam… Liam’s the only one who can stand up to him. The only one who seems immune to Steven’s temper." I watched Freya closely, my curiosity piqued. "But why? Why does Liam put up with it? I mean, they’re cousins, but that doesn’t explain everything. Steven’s fire… it’s hard to imagine anyone surviving it." Freya’s lips curved into a faint smile, a soft, almost wistful look in her eyes. "Liam’s more like Steven’s brother than anything else. They have a bond—something deeper than blood. Years ago, Steven saved Liam’s life. And ever since t

I smiled happy to see the box of sweet martabak available on the table, immediately I landed the buttocks disofa then poked a piece of sweet martabak with a variant of milk cheese flavor. "Tell Me what Steven is," he said, making me aware of Steven's presence in the singles chair. "Since when are you, Stev? why don't I see you!" I said. "Just arrived. Want to see Jeno, but he said Jeno again went with Hanin." replied Steven. Steven is very close with Jeno from childhood, their familiarity even exceeds the familiarity of Jeno and Javier who are notabene his own siblings. "Didn't you tell Jeno if you wanted to come?" I replied, busy chewing.

always acting thoughtlessly before considering the other person’s feelings. “He’s just a friend,” is the reply I give to his question, probably unconvincingly. Well, it’s not completely a lie. We are friends; it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. Before I know it, we’re already at the top of the third flight of stairs. The night we had felt like a mediocre date, ending in the guy walking me to my door with hopes of coming inside. The sexual attraction certainly was there, although mentally it felt like we were not on the same page. Suddenly I feel nervous.

He started the engine and sped off. Karen watched him go, hurt creasing her face. “Hey,” Steven greeted. Karen managed a small smile. “Sorry—weren’t you with Franklin at the bar the other day?” Steven nodded. “Yes.” Then he added, “I’m sorry about my friend’s behavior. And you shouldn’t be bothered about whatever marriage proposal he’s planning. Christy would never accept him, so he’s just wasting his time.” Karen smiled and asked, “What’s your name?” “I’m Steven. I heard your name from Franklin,” he said, and they shook hands.

"Junior year of college, when that homewrecker confronted you in person, I fought her for you. I was written up by the school because of it. "And now?" Dylan gritted his teeth and stared straight into my eyes. "Just because I have stayed at your place for a few days, you are losing your temper at me like this. "Max Cairncross, after everything I have done for you, can you honestly say you are not ashamed?" Dylan was right. He had done a lot for me. Otherwise, we would never have become best friends for nearly twenty years. But friendship was mutual. I pushed his hand away and met his gaze, word by word.

He kept pointing at them, and they all looked back at him with pitiful expressions, except for Alexander, who was trying to figure out what was going on. "Where is the finish line? It hasn't reached this point, We are brothers..." Travis was cut off. "Brothers? Didn't I tell you I'm not your brother? I'll never be your brother because you're not worth it." Steven was cool under pressure. He lacks the fortitude to even forgive his friends. Phil continued to stare at him, "c'mon man, we're trying to solve a case, and you're making it worse," Phil teased. He couldn't hold back his rage any longer and had to unleash it on Steven.

] "Waitttt. Just wait, that must be my favorite, you know my favorite fruit right? Steven?" [Yes I know. How many years can we be best friends no.] "You're babbling again Steven, go ahead baby love you Steven eleven." I say goodbye. [Ba-bye, love you too.] He also said goodbye so I hung up the line heheh, that's how Steven and I are, as well as the two of us. The three of us are really in love with each other, even Steven, Merk and Mark are also in love with each other. They even laughed after they said that to each other heheh, that's just how we are. It's just stupid.

The color drained from Steven’s face, and he stumbled a step back, his bravado dissolving faster than morning mist. “Good boy,” Esther cooed, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. “That’s how you get rid of trash.” I should’ve felt pity for him—but I didn’t. Not after what he said. Watching Maximus’s fur bristle and Steven’s panic unfold almost felt… poetic. Steven didn’t say another word. He just looked at me—eyes full of something I couldn’t name—and then turned toward the door. As he left, I felt both relieved and hollow. The final strand of our fourteen-year friendship had snapped. Maybe it was inevitable. Maybe it was time.

“It is funny that this family is already so connected.” “Well, that is something new for all of us,” Steven said. “I mean, my best friend is married to your older sister. One of my bosses is your mother, who is married to another one of my supervisors. Last but not least, my teammate and friend is married to your other sister. Yes, it is definitely odd how close we are.” “Well, when you put it that way,” Calista said with a smile as she leaned back and was right against his chest. “Forgot you're like a ninja.”