Plot Generator Oneshots

Profess Your Love with Cake

Prompt:

Malcolm is a professor from Edinburgh who falls in love with his arch enemy. The two are separated when the arch enemy falls for somebody else. However, Malcolm manages to rescue the situation by baking a fabulous cake.

(I will get things wrong about being a professor, please don't kill me :) )

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Life was boring for History Professor Malcolm Houston. He's stuck in a never ending loop of grading papers and crying because half his students failed.  His paycheck gets smaller by the year. Its not his fault his students are stupid!  He has always tried his best to make sure that his students learn. He loves them with all his heart and he's always been dedicated and passionate about teaching them. But the students just didnt care. Its rough for him.

The only excitement he got was from his arch enemy and fellow professor, Alexander Berry. Alex was a very handsome man. His face was so immaculate that the gods above would probably have punished him for it in ancient times. His wavy, dirty blonde hair tugging heartstrings left and right. He was tall and a tad muscular. He was also very cocky, always a stupid grin plastered on his stupidly handsome face. Malcolm didnt really know why Alexander considered him as an arch enemy. It was really unfortunate because Malcolm had the big gay for Alexander. The professor often dreams about the blonde man carrying him in his big arms. And sometimes he dreams about Alex choking him. Malcolm has very weird wet dreams trust me.

But things just get more unfortunate for the awkward professor. 

Turns out, the beautiful bastard has a girlfriend.
He's straight and taken. What a horrible combination for Mr. Malcolm.

He found out about the whole girlfriend thingy during class. He overheard two students gossiping something about relationships and all those nonsensical corny shit and, like any rude teacher, requested them to say it out, loud and proud, to the whole class. 

And the pesky students did. They knew, or at lest Malcolm had thought they knew. The look on their eyes and their snarky expression made it somewhat clear to him. There's no way in the seven rings of this shithole hell that they did not know.

The amount of shock he was in was unfathomable, though his face remained emotionless. He abruptly dismissed class and walked out, leaving a whole room of students confused out of their minds. Well except for those two girls probably. 

He power-walked to the staff room to lay his aching head. "Why am i even bothered by this?!" Malcolm screamed, in his head of course. He wanted to just fucking asphyxiate and fall on the floor and die. Unlucky for you mister, the generator says you still have to bake a cake.

And because of plot convenience, the professor went to the kitchen instead. It was early in the afternoon when Malcolm had his little tantrum, the chefs were most likely on break. After all, school lunches are stressful for everyone involved. 

Malcolm had the kitchen all for himself. What people didnt know about him was that he was a phenomenal baker. His step-sister was a chef for the same school and taught him everything he knew. And in a few minutes, your sister accidentally becomes a wingman.

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After an hour of tirelessly distress baking, he finished his masterpiece. Well it wasnt really a masterpiece it was just a normal cake with white icing and sugar flowers. But hey! he isnt the culinary chef here. Well he wasnt the professional cake designer at least, his cakes were still very yummy.