dream smp oneshots <3

the bakery

warnings :

your heart will melt right off completely, no lie xoxo

characters :

george, clay, wilbur(sorry he's not liked in this oneshot, or is a bit oopsies)

summary :

Clay owns a bakery, where George, an aspiring coder sits and chills while working.

super cute <3 (i do that dumb heart thing so much and its because of this dumb boy, omg like stop having feelings for a dumb pee pee thing smh)

x o x o

Clay throws another batch of dough onto the counter, sending up a flurry of flour into the air as he starts to knead it. This will be a chocolate braid, he thinks as he works the soft surface, feeling the give. It'll be a good way to use up that batch of ganache he whipped up earlier, but he's not feeling truffles anymore. It has zero, and when he says zero to do with the fact that a certain someone may have moaned about his desire for sugary carbs when he walked in this morning, yeah not at all.

"Stupid! This is so dumb!" George groans, thumping his fist down on the table. He and some older woman were the only people in the small bakery right now, and the woman took one look at George's fury-filled face, and packed her stuff and went. George was oblivious to this.

"You just made that woman leave." Clay grumbled, and george scoots his chair back with a screech against the floor. Clay rested his chin on his arms that were now covered in flour.

"I'm sorry." George said, almost sheepishly, ducking his head slightly.

Clay just shook his head, dipping a finger in the flour and swiping it across George's nose, to which he looked up with the most adorable puppy like grin, and Clay had to look away before he starts like blushing or something.

"How many lines of code do you have now?" Clay asks, and George goes to grab his laptop, grinning wildly.

"Three thousand, five hundred and eighty four," George says, and Clay sighs slightly, eyes darting to look at the flour dusted on George's nose, and not his pink lips. Not.

"That's only like a hundred more then when I asked this morning. Three hours ago." Clay shakes his head.

"Hey!" George scowls. "Those were a beautiful hundred lines of code, your just jealous your coding fucking sucks!"

Clay laughs lightly, making George smile, glad he wasn't offended. Clay dips a brush into the chocolate and paints thick stripes down the dough, then stars carefully separating the dough into segments, braiding the pieces together. He looks up to see George watching his face, and not what he's doing, and he smiles softly at the small brunette.

"Woah." George says, glancing at the finishing braid, as Clay brushes a quick gloss of egg white to finish it off and then turns around to open the open door.

The heavenly smell of the caramel-almond braid wafts into the bakery, and George inhales in anticipation as Clay finishes taking out the finished one and sets the new one to bake. Clay feels a warm surge of pride as he watches George's bambi eyes dilate.

George eyes the caramel-almond braid with intent, watching it cool.

"Don't say it," Clay almost pleads.

"Please, Clayton." George counters, and he pouts a little.

"It's so hot George, it's gonna burn your tongue." Clay protests, even though he knows it doesn't matter, George is already bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet - bright eyes looking down at him and Clay can't say no.