Steven Universe Crying Meme Novels & Stories

he said, trying to mask his rage with humor, which elicited a chuckle from Clara and his friends. Steven stopped and turned as he wondered what they were laughing about, confusion etched on his face. Without even knowing the reason for their laughter, he became incensed, his expression contorting into an ugly scowl, as he stormed out of the hallway, fuming with anger. “Do you ever think there would come a day where Steven would feel regret for all the harm he had caused his peers and end all his brutality?” Anna asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

I asked, raising my phone. On the screen was Steven's "performance" of being pinned under the cabinet. Beneath it, the comments kept rolling, filled with praises for him and ridicule for me. I asked, "So, are you satisfied with my performance in this little experiment in human nature, Mr. Delaney?" The color drained from Steven's face. His lips trembled, but no sound came out. The cheering around us gradually quieted down. They began to whisper among themselves. "He looks familiar. Isn't he that scion who's been live-streaming himself 'caring for' his girlfriend in poverty?"

Steven’s bitter laugh echoed in the room and the man standing in front of him winced in discomfort. “I never wish pain for you, Steven. I was angry with you, but that didn’t mean that I would want to destroy your happiness… No… Never…” “So, then why was my happiness taken away from me, Dad, why…” Steven asked, disheartened, and then unexpectedly started crying out while hugging the painting in his arms. “Steven…” The Old Master rushed to him to console him but he looked inconsolable.

No one asked him to did this. "Your water. " he heard Steven voice He looked up at him and accept his bottle of water. "Thanks." He said. "You're okay now?" "En." Steven withdrew his gaze from Owen and put his attention to the game. "Hah! Da*n it! " Steven exclaimed with low voice. "I thought you already understand?" Owen speak when he heard him. A while ago, "I am your boyfriend but you are crying because you saw your best friend kissing someone else?" Steven voice is like a knife that is trying to cut his stupidity.

He felt tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. “It's alright, Steven. You can let it out.” Sandra said, squeezing his hand. Crying wasn't something he knew how to do well. He clamped his teeth shut as a horrible cry caught in his throat. Sandra saw he was barely holding back and placed a tentative hand on his bare shoulder. “It's alright to cry, Steven. What's happened is unfair and it's okay to feel the pain of it.” She said, gently stroking his shoulder.

Steven said in a hurt voice. "I've made you cum countless times; I've cum in your hands, your sweet mouth jacked off onto your pussy," Steven ran a hand through his hair and glanced back up at me. Is he pissed, or is he going to cry? I'm a horrible human being. I didn't know he was falling in love with me. I mean, I do care for him, but love, no way.

“My baby...m-my baby. My baby.” As I uttered those words repeatedly, tears streamed down my face without cessation. I clung onto my stomach, wishing fervently that it was all just a nightmare. However, reality struck hard as that memory remained vividly alive within me, unerasable and unshakeable. “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry... My baby.” My tears flowed like a river as I continued to cry. When I looked up at Steven, his eyes were wide open and he was frozen in his spot. It dawned on me that he wasn’t just angry with me because I reminded him of his parents’ death, but also because of the loss of our child.

Then he let out a loud, high-pitched, “Muuuuuum!” I burst into laughter, nearly dropping the pot I was washing. Steven wiped at the foam on his face, his fingers sliding around clumsily, making it even messier. “You’re gonna get it!” he threatened in the sweetest, least-threatening voice possible. “Oh no! Someone save me!” I mocked, holding my hands up, but I couldn’t stop laughing. Steven giggled so hard he could barely stand, his little shoulders shaking with each burst of laughter. His eyes were sparkling, cheeks flushed pink with excitement and pure happiness.

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.

I explained. "Well, bae, I don't remember crying when you came to me," Steven clenched his teeth. "Wow, so you cried because I left you. You must be upset about it," Milky chuckled. "I said I don't remember crying. She must have mixed it up with some other experience. I'm a guy that all ladies are dying for, so why the heck would I cry," Steve covered up. "Ooh, come on sweetie, you don't need to act manly and embarrassed because you cried that day," I leaned towards Steven and smirked at him.