Steven Universe X Reader

Steven and you continued to watch TV. You had your heads leaning on the backboard of the bed, shoulders slightly grazing each other. Getting bored of what you were watching, you flipped a few channels over and came across a hysterical little cartoon about this pear sobbing over dropping a bowl of cereal.

" I used to cry watching this show" Steven said, stifling a laugh, seeing your confused face.

" Pshh, I bet you still do!" You poked his side, teasing him. All of the sudden, he let out a loud deep laugh. Looks like you found a ticklish spot. Steven looked at you wearily.

"Dont-"

You poked him. You poked him several times in the side, giggling yourself the whole time while Steven roared with laughter. He made a few weak attempts to stop you, but you were persistent on tickling him.

" Stop-stop!! Pfff haha that's enough!" Steven warned but you did not stop. He backed away from you, trying to escape the tickles but ended up teetering on the end of the bed near the glass sliding doors. You saw his panicked face and you dived to save him from the two-foot fall, but ended up falling to your doom as well, dragging various blankets with you. You both fell to the wooden floor with an "oof". You got up, straddling his hips and made another attempt to poke him. You gasped when Steven grabbed your wrist firmly, stopping you.

" You better stop or I won't be held responsible for my actions." You looked down at him. He looked serious this time. He was panting lightly, probably from all the tickling, and his face was slightly pink.

" What you do mean- " you said looking up again and saw the dark sky through the glass doors. " Oh no, my mom's gonna kill me!" You said, getting up and looking out to the beach.

The boy behind you let out a sigh of relief and ran a hand through his curly hair. He got up and followed you to the door.

"What's the matter?"

You turned to him, " it's really late and my mom has no idea where I'm at! I have to go." You started towards the staircase but Steven gently held your arm.

" You don't have to- we could have a sleepover? If it's really that late you shouldn't walk all the back home anyway. " Steven pleaded, not mentioning that he could just drive you home. He loved your company and you were having so much fun.

" Are you kidding? She would never allow that."

" Try anyway"

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You two were now downstairs: you were anxiously waiting for your mother to pick up the call from Steven's phone, and Steven sat close by as well. She picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey mom, it's Y/n-"

" Y/n! What on earth- do you know what time it is young lady?!" Your mother replied.

" Uh, no."

" It's 8:30. Where are you, you better come home right this instant."

"I'm at a friend's house. I wanted to ask if I could sleep over, its safe I promise, he's really nice." You said sweating. There's no way this is gonna work.

" HE?! Nuh-uh that is not happening. You come home right now."

" But, but," you looked at Steven for help but he just gave a shrug. " Mom it's too dangerous to come home right now."

"If the boy's so nice, he can walk you home" she said, done with your shenanigans. You didn't know what to say now and panicked.

" Uh uh he can't. He's a weak little man" you cringed. Steven looked at you with the most hysterical baffled, offended, 'excuse me?!?' expression.