Steven Universe Crying Meme Novels & Stories

So she just cursed her in her mind. "Stev, why did you do that?" Renesmee was crying her eyes out holding Steven's hand. On the other hand, Liam was fuming with anger seeing all this. He felt bad that Steven was dying but he was mad that he was doing all this for his mate. And his mate was crying her eyes out holding his hand which drove him crazy.

"Don't worry, bae. You have talent and capability. This failure is just a temporary obstacle. I'll always be by your side." Steven let out a heavy sigh, his face filled with sadness and uncertainty. "I don't know if I can keep trying." Emma leaned in closer, looking into Steven's eyes with unwavering support. "You're stronger than you think, Steven." "Thank you, bae. We should get some rest. I'm exhausted," Steven whispered, planting a gentle kiss on Emma's lips.

If it was, it had worked spectacularly, because the two had an awkward little hug, something that they never did, and then Luke was gone again. It took Steven a minute to think it through, to wrap his head around it just being said and done. If Steven didn't know any better, he’d think that the universe was fucking with him. Either way, it didn't feel like it could go too much longer. Whatever was going to happen, Steven just wanted that ill feeling to leave him. He wasn't used to it, and he didn't like it at all.

Dad and Mom hold me back as TJ, Victor, and Matthew hold back Steven. “Let them work,” Stevee says. The sound stops but no one comes out. “Is she alive?” Steven asks me. Paul- I feel her alive. “Yes,” I answer. “Can I give the order now?” Dad pulls me into a hug. “Cry son, it’s okay to cry.” Victor also hugs me. I cry, an Alpha, I cry. I sit on the floor of the hospital and cry. My head in hands, my elbows on my knees. It’s not subtle or discreet. I’m sobbing snot everywhere and I can’t stop. I need Dawn.

His red eyes were visible. Steven was alone in the room, he slammed his whiskey glass on the floor until it broke into pieces. He seemed very angry without anyone knowing why. He had just met an old friend who made him feel nostalgic again, but it wasn't a good memory, it opened up old wounds that made him devastated. This incident happened to him a long time ago but the feeling has never changed. “Why is she still alive? Why!!!!" Steven shouted before throwing away everything in front of him. Flashback On

“If you don’t want my dirty money, fine, but I am not paying another damn cent to your dirty debt –“ “Why don’t you go cry to that ‘old friend’ you’re always emailing,” Steven snaps, his voice nasty. “He’ll get you out of it, won’t he?” He leans forward to the camera. My jaw drops open because – I mean, I have told Steven so much about how my childhood friendship with Christian means to me, how much I miss him. But I never expected him to throw it in my face like this.

Hopefully. Ste usually cried tears of frustration, rather than emotional tears. His stepdad always used to say, ‘boy’s don’t cry,’ and he’d never seen either Adam or Gary cry in all the years he’d known them. Even the time Gary’s grandad died, Gary hadn’t shed a single tear. Then there was the time Adam’s dog Rusty had to be put down. Ste remembered desperately choking back the tears as they’d held the dying animal, waiting for Adam to cry or show some sort of emotion. He’d scratched his nose, shrugged and said, “Oh well.” For whatever reason, those two words had remained etched in Ste’s memory bank, and probably would remain there until he died, at which time Adam would likely shrug his sho

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.

The one who'd raised him like a mother and vanished before he was old enough to ask why. Steve walked slowly toward the image, breath catching in his throat. He hadn’t cried in years. Not after she died. Not when the academy bullies nearly broke his collarbone in sixth grade. Not even when his first girl friend betrayed him in the worst way last summer. But tonight? One single tear. It slid down his cheek before he could stop it, staining the edge of his smirk.

“Hahaha—” Stephen suddenly laughed in anger. After a few laughs, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard. Smack! Once. Smack! Twice. Tears swirled in his eyes, but he did not seem to feel the pain at all. Adam and his assistant grabbed his hands, shouting, “Calm down!” Stephen’s laughter disappeared. He began to cry softly. Then, the crying grew louder until he was sobbing uncontrollably like a child.