Steven Universe Funny Faces Novels & Stories

The assistant paused and did not answer the question. "Don't you dare tell Kate or her family about this. I'll make sure you regret it if you do!" Steven hung up the phone and walked to the main hall of the airport. Lately, Steven felt like he was unhinged, having suffered severe headaches over time as if his head was about to be blown off. During his sleep, he would have some outrageous dreams. Sometimes, he dreamed of being a gang leader, ordering his subordinates as he smoked. Sometimes, he was a patient who laid in bed as he waited for someone to take away his heart.

As such, Rowena and Kayson waited in the office. Steven continued to please and flatter them, appearing as if he had turned a new leaf. He kept pouring them tea with respect as if he was worried about rubbing Kayson the wrong way. 20 minutes later… A man with a portly figure stormed in. He was wearing glasses, and his face was grim. “Uncle Arthur!” Steven hurriedly ran up to him. A hint of resentment crossed his eyes as he darted a hateful gaze at Kayson.

I had always told myself that no woman could manipulate me, yet here I was, wishing that the gods would grant my wish and allow me to be with her more often. "I think so with that smile creeping on your face, it's damn dangerous knowing you don't fucking smile!" Steven grasped, shaking his head in disbelief. His words were tinged with a mix of amusement and incredulity as he observed the unexpected grin on his usually stoic friend's face. The sight was so out of character that it momentarily stunned Steven, prompting him to question whether he was imagining things. Yet, there it was a smile breaking through the typically serious demeanor, adding an intriguing layer to their interaction.

"So why does your face turned into a tomato? Is it tasty?" “Stop teasing me,” I said but they just laughed and grilled me with their curiousity. "Babe" When I turned to look at Steven, the corner of his lips twitched up. Maybe he knew by now that my friends are teasing me for what we did in the lake. I glared at him. So the mischievous smile he had earlier turned into a laughter. "You're annoying," I said. "Really?" he said. He took the towel hanging from his shoulder and wrapped it around me.

David greeted and Steven smirked. "Hey, you too! Took you long enough." Steven spoke out loud, unbeknownst to him, and his mother and David's, Alice, and the Doctor jumped back. All eyes are on Steven as he converses with a being they couldn't see. Steven looked happy as they watched him. His mother was crying, everyone was crying. They all wondered if he was running mad. "That was a nice joke you played on me, what were you thinking about writing me a sad letter like that." Steven watched as a sad line crossed David's face. He didn't like that. "What's wrong?" Steven asked reaching his hand up to have them rest in David's hair.

Steven replied sternly, his jaws hardening as he glared at me. “Is this some prank? Because it’s not funny Gloria,” he spat out throwing the socks on the floor. My brows furrowed as I looked at him. “What do you mean? Why…why would I ever joke about this when it’s been our dream to have our own child,” I said, surprised at the words that came out from his mouth. “Steven…” I moved closer but Steven took another step back, his hands stretched out as he kept me away. He was looking down and when he finally raised his head up, he had tears glistening in his eyes.

You murdered my dear friend," Steven exclaimed as he rose from his chair. He could feel her fearful presence. He walks towards the back of her, his fangs continuously visible. "Oh poor girl," he says again. "Arhhhhhh," Helen exclaimed. expecting someone to come to her aid, but her cries have been in vain. "Okay. That's how you'll feel. Only until you've lost all of your strength, vitality, and power will you understand what it takes to die slowly." Steven terrified the crap out of her. She was painting heavily, as if she had just escaped death, while the Steven guys mocked her. "I'm still wondering what drew me to you. That brings back memories. When we first met in the elevator, I commented

He moved closer to his wife and pecked her. “Eww! That’s disgusting.” Anna rolled her eyes in disgust. “You two should get a room.” For the first time, I laughed wholeheartedly. I hadn’t seen a family this funny. I forgot my pains so quickly. My laughter was cut short when a hand suddenly grabbed mine, making me pause. I looked up and my eyes settled on Steven. “What are you doing?” The words left my lips in shock.

With a man. "Since when?" I blurted out with total disbelief. Not my finest comment. But I genuinely didn't know what else to say. Steven never struck me as the type to be bothered with anyone, male or female. Especially not male. He always just gave me the impression of "leave me the fuck alone" and "keep your bullshit to yourself." Yes, that Steven was strolling along the streets of Vegas, casually holding hands with a guy. What the hell? Steven didn't even blink. If he noticed my shock, he just smiled. An easy, relaxed smile I'd never seen on his face before. Like whoever he was at work was only half of him and I was only just meeting the other half now.

I said. Steven's friend scoffed. "You're right, he's an asshole." "I'm not going to say this but once," Steven said. "I promised Stephanie I would take care of Jane—," "Isn't that weird?" I asked. "What did they give you for it? Money? You're adamant on getting her, even after an embarrassing scene of pens being thrown at your face, you're coming back for more? Tell me, Steven, why don't you just move on?"