Steven Universe Crying Meme Novels & Stories

I saw his smirk at Steven. "Ahm," Dert shook his head, "I'm more curious why Steven has to react to those sweet lovers who are hanging around?" My look at Dert was starting to burn when I thought he was fueling Steven's wrong thinking now. "One, because Steven is so sad now, he doesn't want to see anyone happy?" Ivan said jokingly. I can't smile. It's like my conscience slapped me. I feel that Steven seeing me happy while he is sad is unacceptable.

His eyes were bright red, and veins bulged out of his neck and head. “My lord, calm down,” Gregory said, trying to calm Steven. “It’s not fair! The moon goddess has caused me nothing but pain all my life, and now she’s taken away my one chance at true happiness,” Steven yelled, his eyes filling with tears. Gregory just stared at him in silence; he didn’t know what to say to cheer up his alpha. All he could do was be there for him. “Why? Why does it have to be us?"Steven asked, tears pouring out of his eyes as he fell on his knees.

It's never ever, It's never enoughh--- That's a song, thank you Trix! hey, I hope that's okay, he said 'It's none of your business that I'm making him cry. 'Why do you even care!?' I was hurt, hubby, I really liked that because I have breasts, unlike when I was reading there... heheh joke, there's nothing to worry about if it's true, okay? okay no one answered anymore self. But to be honest, I'm in love with Steven for what he said, I even laughed when he said that Ken has a brain disease pfft, I was really laughing at the end, I'm just holding it back. because if I laugh it will ruin my acting.

He was gone. "Luna! Luna, wake up!" A firm grasp shook me violently, and my eyes flew open. My body jerked upright, and I gasped for air, my chest rising and falling erratically. The room around me was spinning, disoriented and blurred, as I struggled to ground myself. My breath came in sharp, uneven pants, and I realized my face was wet. Tears. I had been crying. "You alright?" Steven's voice, steady with concern, pulled me back into the world. I turned to see him sitting beside me, his brow furrowed with worry. His warm hands cupped my shoulders to steady me. "You were crying in your sleep."

Jane requested. "Haha, you are amusing. Very well, yes," Steven replied with a chuckle. "Noted," Jane said. They both shared a laugh, but Steven’s mood remained somber, which Jane noticed. "Dear brother, why does your countenance appear so gloomy?" Jane asked promptly. "I simply miss my freedom," Steven admitted. "Oh, dear brother, do not worry; everything will be alright," Jane consoled him. Steven offered her a forced smile. "How is Susan?" Steven inquired.

What did I do? “What’s wrong, Steve, did I do something wrong?” I am still scratching my head in confusion. “Yes, today you got grandfather Joe’s gift as a blessing and despite opening it you are just shedding tears rain, wouldn’t this be painful for him seeing her loving granddaughter crying vigorously?” Steve said playfully, making me embarrassed. “Hush, I am not crying vigorously, these are tears of happy moments.” Even though I retort it immediately, Steve was faster than me. “Do you want me to click your picture and confirm it from Evelyn?”

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

"You're not gonna cry, are you? Are you a crier now?" Paul punched him on the arm and smiled. He could always count on Steven to tease him out of a bad mood. "I am sorry that I bailed on you like that," Steven said quietly. "It was a lot to take in, and I just didn't know what to say." Paul nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm still me, you know." He wasn't convinced that Steven really understood that, actually. "Yeah," Steven said. "Well, sort of. But there's this big part of you I don't know anything about. Feels weird." He looked Paul in the eye. "Thought I knew everything about you."

Then he sat back in the chair and did some awkward stretching before letting out a loud yum. “Your eyes,” Jackson mumbled beneath his breath with worry in his voice. “What about them?” Steven absentmindedly asked while slightly rubbing his eyelid. “They are puffy and red. You've been crying, haven't you?” “What! No! Of course not!” As those words rolled out of Steven's lips, he could tell from Jackson's doubtful expression that he wasn't buying it, and even Steven was not convinced by his response. “Why?” Jackson calmly said, and yet from his tone, it was clear that he was a bit annoyed.

He’s a poetic looking man and I find myself staring in that moment. “Uh, Chloe?” Steven waves a hand in front of my face. I blink a few times. “Sorry,” I say. “Lost my brain for a second there.” Steven shrugs. He puts his hand over mine and squeezes gently. “Come back to Earth, won’t ya?”