Steven Universe Cake Novels & Stories

The cake itself is chocolate but the top is split into two sections, one for each boy; Tyler picked out 'Spiderman' and Tristan picked out 'Superman'. "Um, the fridge is fine for now; thanks for picking it up Steven," I say to him. "Happy too," he responds, placing it in the cleared out spot in the fridge.

He mumbled into her hair. “Look, Marie. You can feel guilty later. But I've made Ravioli, truffle sauce and Chicken Picatta and I don't care how full you are, you’re eating with me. And after that, we’re going to cut this cake in honor of the beautiful woman who raised you.” Without giving her a chance to answer, Steven ushered her to the floor, unclasped her necklace, and earrings and set them aside. After eating, they sat in the silence enjoying each other's company until Marie said,

He needed to tell Rose what was going on, if just for her own safety. “After we finish eating, there is something I need to talk to you and Seth about.” Rose’s eyebrows winged upward. “That sounds serious. Are you okay?” No. Yes. Maybe. “I will be.” Seth came in with a cake that read Happy Birthday Steve on it in red icing. “Who’s Steve?” Heath asked. Rose shrugged. “It was on sale. I guess Steve didn’t want to celebrate his birthday, so they put it out for anyone to buy.”

Cassy blushed instantly, damn that was really super embarrassing she thought, but Steven smiled at her and he stood up, he then took her hand to guide her and he said to her, "Carol prepared some food for you in case you were hungry and since she didn't know if you would prefer to eat something sweet or something salty she made you a cake and a dish that you can heat up if you want." Cassy then asked him curiously, "Did you stay there just in case I needed help?" Steven smiled at her and said as if falling asleep at his 'girlfriend's' doorstep was a normal thing to do, "I just wanted to be there in case you needed something or needed to talk to someone. Carol told us everything... I'm sorry

he announced with a warm smile. Luna's face lit up with joy. "Certainly, Dad, let's go, I'm so excited about it." Luna and Robert found themselves standing at the center of a hushed and expectant crowd. All eyes were fixed on Luna, filled with enthusiasm and admiration. The scene was nothing short of magical. In the spotlight was a breathtaking cake, a creation of artistic wonder. It featured ten layers adorned with stars and a moon theme, with a color palette of soothing blues, pristine whites, and shimmering silvers. The cake itself was a masterpiece, a reflection of Luna's celestial elegance.

Ben nervously approached his friends to reach for the cake but Steven, ate the remaining slice. "WHAT THE! MAN, WHERE’S MINE?" "Hmm.. Yummy, sorry bro," Diego said while drinking water. What kind of people are they and they ate the 2 sets of two layer of cake I made? Are they some group of cake monsters? Ben frowned and waned to cry. "Bud, when will it done?" Steven asked seriously. "2 years," Ben answered bluntly. "What? Too long, man!" "Of course because you ran out of cake." He answered. Oh my God! He’s so funny!

I hesitantly asked Steven: "Steven… Did you make cakes? Right?" "Right." He smirked, "You must have lost a lot of energy yesterday. Sorry honey. Since I had to suppress it for so long, as soon as I saw you I couldn't help it." My face heats up when I hear him say those bold, unconcealed words. His face was extremely pleased. I cleared my throat and said, "I want to taste your cake." "Okay. Let's go!" Steven happily replied; he put his arm around my waist and led me to the fully equipped, spacious, clean dining room. Here there is a window to look out onto the beach. The dining table displayed many delicious foods and different dishes that made my mouth water.

It wasn’t large, but the packaging looked elegant like a premium food delivery. “Could this be from Steven?” Lisa teased lightly. I smiled, reaching out to open it carefully. “I don’t think so. He’s not really the type.” “Then who is it from?” I shrugged. “I have no idea.” I lifted the lid slowly. A sweet aroma drifted out immediately. Inside… were cakes. Several neatly arranged pieces, beautifully presented. Nothing seemed off. If anything, they looked too perfect. Lisa stepped closer. “Those look expensive,” she murmured.

The room went still. Stanley didn't clock a thing. Later, I found out he'd dropped Hallie and Archie off, then hit up some bakery he knew and grabbed the last cake they had. Three inches. Pink. Topped with a glittery Barbie princess. Clearly meant for a toddler girl. In his head, it probably made sense—'So what if it's not perfect? It's late. At least I found one. Luca won't mind. He never does.' That's always how he thought.

he repeated, his hands tightening around her as he held her closer to him, basking her in his warmth. A sweet and breathy giggle escaped her lips in response to his words, her head tilting forward in a gentle and appreciative gesture. Pulling away she again threaded her fingers into his before pulling him to the side, where she decorated with the help of Steven. A small table adorned with a two-layer cake in the middle under the dimly glowing light of tiny lights hanging above. The cozy and serene vibe was perfect for the moment. A sweet, serene smile hovered upon her lips as she handed him the knife, beckoning him to cut the cake.