For some reason dedicated to the stinky suspicious JustRegularSpam /j, you're very cool!!
This book was supposed to be a private story for me but I had no stories to stuff this in
I might delete this soon :)
~+Humanized! Bakery AU! Gelanut (Worker! Donut x New-Comer! Gelatin)
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The aroma of dough and coffee brush under Donuts nose as he shoves the dough into the oven. A bundle of laughs coming from a couple seated in a corner was heard. The lovebirds were regulars, they were known as Loser and Cake. Loser is well-known in social media for his brave and charming behaviour, the attention sometimes makes him exhausted so this underrated bakery is his and his lovers escape route.
Donut smirks a little. Oh to have a relationship like them. Donut thought before crafting the next order. Right when he stands in front of the station to make the goods a little ring was heard, signifying a customer has entered. Donut swings his head to the entrance to be greeted by a charming boy. His hair was light green accompanied by his dark emerald eyes. His cheek was as rosy as a rose, his toothy smile complimented his cheeks. He was wearing matching attire.
He wore a green hoodie with the acronym 'F.O.R.K' plastered on it. The hoodie informed you that the meaning of the acronym was 'Fork, Off, Rk, K'. Silly sweater but if you glance at his face it was expected. His pants were baggy beige jeans, covering his whole legs. To top it off he wore neon green Nikes. Donut snaps out of his observation to realize the boy was talking to Barf Bag, who was the Barista. A drop of jealousy poisons his heart for a second, but he decided to continue working on the order.
[Warning- there's sort of uhh NSFW mentions here (Which is h*lding h*nds before marriage]]
"Here, for table four." Donut slides a tray with cookies and crème milkshake and a cupcake to Barf Bag. She nods and picks up the plastic plate to deliver the goods- but before she went to deliver she grasp Donut's hand to share a word with him. "Hey, after you finish table six drink, which is iced cookies and cream milkshake, do you mind serving it to the table instead of me?" Barf bag shoots her motherly smile. Fuck, did she realize Donut's gaze? That cries 'holy shit he's adorable... I want to hold hands with him before marriage'?
"Y- okay..." Donut sighs, they both part their ways to do their jobs. As Donut creates the beverage his heart pounds like crazy, millions of plot possibilities cross his head, and sweat drips off his head like it was a slide. Finally, he finishes the order. The fact that he has to be the one who gives the cute boy his order was something he hates but loves at the same time. It took a few seconds of breathing before he decided something, something cliché.
He scribbled his number in the handkerchief he serves to the customer. "This is stupid... I only like him for his looks either way... Well, I do want to learn more about him..." Donut thought. After a few minutes of stress, he decided against it and threw away the tissue. He snatches another cloth with no writings plastered on it. He walks out of his little work station and to table six. Where the 'adorable little bitch' sat. "Here's your order sir." Donut slides the tray onto his table.
Before Donut scurries away his hand was tackled by another hand. "Wait!" Donut sways his head to the voice.
"You were going to give me your number, hm?"
Donut hearts drop and his face turns flustered.
"Here, my number. Oh- and the name's Gelatin!"
Donut smiles and takes the paper. "That's a cute name."
this is stinky and cliché but oh well
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