Steven Universe Smile Novels & Stories

“Oh, I’m sorry—I assumed…” “It’s okay,” I said. She nodded quickly, finished her checks, and left. The door closed, leaving a brief silence. Steven looked at me. There was no offense on his face, no shift in his expression. He simply said, “I don’t mind being mistaken for that.” “I know.” That made him smile slightly. Not wide. Just small, but sincere. He handed me the glass of water. His hand still trembled faintly, but his movements were careful. I accepted it without hesitation.

“You’re the prey tonight.” Steven smirked. “Five against one? That’s not even a challenge.” The men raised their weapons, aiming at him. “You won’t be laughing for long,” one of them sneered. Steven’s eyes glowed with an icy blue light, and a chilling grin spread across his face. “I’ll make you regret those words. Let’s dance.” Then he turned to me, his expression fierce. “Run, Luna. Now.” I didn’t wait for another warning. I turned and ran, the sound of his laughter echoing behind me.

I teased. "You ate them, didn't you?" I pointed accusing fingers at him with a grin plastered on my face. I laughed again, "You did!" I gasped. Steven did something I never expected him to do, he laughed and when he did, I felt warmth. He laughed again and again and I couldn't help but laugh too. "Okay fine, I did." He said with a serious voice now. "They were really delicious." He added and I couldn't help but smile.

Now; I didn’t want to deal with it. But Steven smiled as soon as he saw me, one of those slow smiles that spread over his face like an oil slick. He took in my fatigued form with his eyes, and then instead of backing off and giving me room because this girl needed some space to breathe, he smiled wider and headed toward me. “Oh good, you made it!” I rubbed at my forehead, a headache starting. “Steven, I’m too tired to fight with you right now. Just… just leave me alone.”

Steven exclaimed casually. Jasmine wanted to swear harshly, but she held it in because Anya had warned her to remain gentle in front of Steven or the man would explode. Still, with a forced smile, Jasmine tried to put on all the clothes. And after all was finished, Steven clapped his hands with great satisfaction. "Look how beautiful you are," Steven said as he drew closer to Jasmine. Steven hugged Jasmine's body from behind and breathed in Jasmine's scent from Jasmine's exposed neck and shoulders.

The young male smiles at me and bows his head as he says, “Good afternoon, Luna.” At his words, his friends all stop and look at me. I smile and say, “Good afternoon, Steven. Please don’t stop your silliness on my account…” Steven has a blush work its way up his neck and onto his cheeks before he then turns and growls at his friend, who then starts teasing him, returning the fun to the atmosphere around them. I turn back around and step up to the counter. I order a late lunch for everyone and then walk back outside to join the others at the tables.

Steven is frowning at them. "How does it feel to be a damsel in distress, man?" Ben asked clearly annoying Steven. Steven just raised his middle finger to him. "Welcome back, man." Now, his friends congratulated him and they hugged him one by one. I smiled while looking at them. I can't say anything about their friendship, because I've always admire it. I hope it lasts longer until they get older.

She asked, looking excited and doubtful. Steven nodded his head with a gentle smile and she soon started jumping like a child, Lisa smiled looking at her childish behavior, Steven turned to Augustus giving him a reassuring smile, he won’t ruin her happiness. He will try his best to keep her happy all this while and also she needs to give him, his present too.

Every few minutes, Steven would glance back at me with that impossibly bright smile of his and wave both hands in the air like he was signaling an airplane. And every time, I waved back. I didn’t even realize I’d been smiling the entire time until Peter jogged over, panting like he’d just run a marathon. He dropped beside me on the bench with a dramatic groan. “I swear that boy doesn’t run out of energy,” he puffed, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. “That’s Steven for you,” I replied with a chuckle, eyes still fixed on the spreadsheet on my laptop. “He’s got a battery that never dies.”

Ethan went upstairs and saw Steven sitting alone at the corner of the staircase. Steven searched himself and realized he didn't have his cigarettes. He looked up with his proud peach blossom eyes and asked the newcomer, "Got a cigarette?" Ethan waited to respond. He stared at Steven, who seemed outwardly untroubled, and asked with a frown, "Steven, are you okay?" Hearing this, Steven paused momentarily and sneered, "What could be wrong with me?"