#jellydonut

[odater]

Nothing can top a lemon jelly donut, especially if its a powder one. 

[heydarlahey]

Please accept this sweet donut tray as an apology for being MIA on tumblr. 

10x8in | Gouache, Watercolor & Ink | Stonehenge Paper

Prints are available in the ol’ Etsy shop!

© 2019 Darla Okada

[bonescoffeecompany]

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[bonesthedestroyeroflegos]

Jelly Donut (aka Finley) from Hustle Cat cosplay.

Cosplayer: Bianca @Bi_n_Be_Cats twitter

Photographer: Me

[fooddigest]

Feb. 25. Snack. Fat Tuesday paczki courtesy of a coworker. #food #snack #jellydonut https://www.instagram.com/p/B9N6b17liQX/?igshid=1jilenaeprng5

[nexiel]

A late secret santa gift for @jellydadonut Hope you like it!

[cuddlesandrage]

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How I make jelly! I recently discovered this technique by accident. It’s actually mess free too!! #jellydonut #handmade #doughnut #donut #polymerclay #cuddlesandrage https://www.instagram.com/p/B0n2wakHq9Z/?igshid=aqjfjcff8p14

[royalbluehues]

That Jam Donut

A/N: Poor Maggie. She didn’t deserve your sass. I also shaved and gave Buck a haircut. I saw a prompt on Pinterest and I couldn't resist. Here you go, I wrote this for you when I should be asleep for school later on today. But let’s face it: I’ll probably whip up another later on.

Title: That Jam Donut

Author: royalbluehues

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Even after snacking on some potato chips and some random chocolate bar you had sitting in your cabinet, the thought of a powdered jelly-filled donut was lingering in the corner of your mind. The T.V was on, and you were staring at it, but your thoughts were definitely still thinking about that damned piece of fried dough.

You glanced at the clock on the wall, and you pursed your lips. It was 10:30 p.m., and your laziness was getting the better of you. You sighed, and began weighing the pros and cons in your head.

Pros: You would get your donut. You would satisfy that craving you’ve had.

Cons: You needed to get up.

You looked over your shoulder to one of the bar stools in your kitchen to see if your sweatshirt was still there. It was.

So, you got up from the cocoon of covers you had wrapped yourself in, and slipped on the sweatshirt. You proceeded to put on your shoes, grabbed your phone and some money, and slipped out of your apartment and into the night. Walking alone in the dark gave you the creeps, the uneasy feeling made you nervous.

But tonight you just didn’t give two damns. Let someone try and come up to you; you’d do it all for that donut.

After walking about two blocks, the familiar pink neon sign was just in sight. It was a little hole in the wall, but it was one of the only shops that didn’t sell over priced donuts. The aroma of sweet delicacies wafted through the night air, this somehow made your feet move a bit faster. There was no one there, except for a man who seemed to be viewing the selection. You pushed open the door, and the little bell chimed, announcing your arrival.

The man viewing the selection turned to look at you, and your heart skipped a beat.

Your gaze locked instantly, and your mouth watered at the specimen.

There, in front of the man, sitting in the display window, sat the last powdered donut you had been thinking about all day. $1.50 for a single donut made you almost break out in a little jig. You fished the money out of your pocket, and the two quarters you coincidentally brought with you. Fumbling with the money, you dropped a quarter, and you quickly bent down to look for it.

“I’ll take that one please.”

Your fingers skimmed underneath the viewing display, and you felt the cold metallic touch of the coin. Snatching it, you stood up again, folding the two of the three dollars and putting it back into your pocket.

“The last one,” the woman you hadn’t noticed behind the counter spoke. You quickly looked up, watching as the worker plucked your last powdered donut from the tray. With it, so did your heart and your sanity.

You looked up at the man, cursing him in your head. Who the hell did he think he was marching in here and taking YOUR last donut? Anger filled your heart.

Again, your sanity left your being once the lady, whose name tag read Maggie, took that last jelly filled wonder. Just as Maggie was about to hand it to him, you opened your mouth. “No.”

Maggie and the man turned to stare at you, both utterly confused. The hum of the lights was the only thing that broke the tense silence, until he spoke.

“Ma’am?” The man’s voice was puzzled. He was tall, very tall, with muscles bigger than the size of your head. He was clean shaven, with brown hair that was cut just below his ears, and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen anyone have. All in all, this man was a fine piece of cake.

But this wasn’t the case right now. You needed that donut.

“No.” You said again. “No. Absolutely not. I did not just walk two blocks in the dark, just to have you come and take the last donut I’ve been craving all freaking night.” You clutched the money tightly in your hand, your face scrunched up in anger, and you pointed at Maggie. “Don’t you dare give him that donut.”

Maggie’s eyebrow was raised, not liking the way you were talking to her. She put the donut on the table, and placed your hand on her hip. “Excuse me?”

You mimicked her stance, locking eyes with her, waiting for her to say something else. She then pointed at a sign next to a bulletin board, it’s bold red color screaming at you.

We Reserve The Right To Refuse Service To Anyone.

Now, you were mentally slapping yourself, realising how terrible this backfired. Maggie watched your face as you read the sign, the man next to her formed his mouth into an “o”.

You stuffed your money back into your pocket, looking between the two people, no doubt looking insane. “I didn’t want to give you my service anyway,” you snapped, turning towards the man, “I hope you indulge and savor it slowly. I’ve been wanting one since 5 o’clock.” You walked out of there, taking your pride along with you.

The man back at the counter looked at Maggie, “Give me a sugar twist.”

Walking in silent anger, you made your way along the path you had taken to get to that stupid shop.

“Hey!”

You watched as the red hand switched to the white outline of a man on the crosswalk. You stepped forward and then- “Hey!” The voice was right behind you, and you nearly jumped three feet into the air. You quickly took your phone out, ready to use it as a weapon. “Hey- calm down. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

It was the man from the donut shop. You gave him a dirty look and turned around to keep walking. A hand caught your wrist and you whipped around, ready to give him a punch in the face. He quickly let go, realizing what you were ready to do. “I’m sorry, hey- come back, I didn’t know you were going for that last donut. If I’d woulda known, I woulda just let you take it.”

He held two white paper bags in either hand, and he held one out to you. He wore a mitten on his left hand, and that made you squint suspiciously up at him. “It’s the powdered one.” He assured.

Your eyes looked down at the white paper bag, and you considered it.

But your pride got the better of you. “No thank you.” You turned your chin up at him and looked the other way.

The man let out a chuckle of disbelief. “Seriously? You’re really going to act like that?”

You raised an eyebrow and turned to him. “Yes. Because now I’m sure I’ll never be able to set foot in the shop for the rest of my existence and it’s all because of you.”

“Me?”

“Yes you.”

“I wasn’t the one who barged in there like a maniac.”

“And I wasn’t the one who crushed another person’s dreams because they wanted the last powdered donut.” You snapped.

“You must have some pretty sad dreams.” He quipped. You squinted at him, not appreciating his sass. He was still holding out the bag to you, and his eyebrows were furrowed in frustration. “Just take it so I can go.”

You hesitated, and then you reached to grab it. You held the bag in your hands and you looked up at the man. “Thank you.” You two stared intensely at each other for a moment, and embarrassment had finally caught up to you. You averted your gaze and fiddled with the folded paper. “I’m sorry.” He stayed silent, and you somehow knew what he wanted. You looked into his blue eyes and turned red. “I’m sorry I was incredibly rude.”

He smirked. “I forgive you. Only if you let me take you out for some coffee sometime.”

You looked up at him, completely mind boggled, “Why?”

“I don’t just buy donuts for just anyone, ‘ya know.” He shrugged, stuffing his hands into his jacket.

“But I nearly murdered you for a donut.”

“Just another reason why you should let me take you out sometime.” You couldn’t deny he was attractive, and plus, he got you your donut.

“Maybe.”

He handed you a little piece of paper with a number and the name James scrawled on it. “That’s my number. Call me once that maybe turns into a yes. I hope you indulge and savor it. It was the last one.” With that, he turned the other direction and walked away, leaving you partially dumbfounded, partially satisfied because you finally got your donut, and partially giddy.