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The Babysitter | Joel Miller x F!reader

hello :) first time writing/posting a pic in actual years (first time on this blog also). hope you enjoy. please leave some feed back!

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader, no outbreak au! Sarah lives! slight age gap

summary: you baby sit for Joel and the two of you can't keep your hands off each other

warnings: slight age gap, dirty talk, babysitter kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, m!receiving oral, mentions of dicks... I think that's all

word count: 1.9

rating 18+

The sun had long faded in Austin, the only light in the Miller’s living room was coming from the floor lamp and the television, which was on but turned down low so you wouldn��t disturb Sarah. You had just put her to bed at Joel’s request. A short text sent to you earlier, knowing that you’d be babysitting a little longer than normal on Tuesday night.

Gonna be a late one. Sorry princess.

You’d simply given him a ‘thumbs up’, not really minding hanging out with your favorite 8 year old. Your afternoon had been wildly enjoyable with Sarah–she was way too mature for her age and it was probably inappropriate how much you considered her a friend, but whatever, you’ve had a stressful couple of weeks and she was one of the only bright spots. Well, her, and her incredibly attractive father that you sometimes hook up with.

Things with you and Joel were… how should you put it? Complicated? 

You had started babysitting for Joel and Sarah during the first semester of your Master’s program at University of Texas, just a little over a year ago. You and Sarah fell into an easy routine–you would pick her up from school, help her with her homework, and give her some of the feminine energy she was surely missing with only having Joel and her Uncle Tommy around. And you really enjoyed it. You were never one for little kids, and at her age, you were certain she would be annoying as hell to deal with, but nope, Sarah Miller was intelligent and inquisitive, albeit a little headstrong. You admired her, and really respected Joel for doing his best practically on his own.

You and Joel also fell into an easy routine. One night of staying late and sharing beers led to you face down and ass up on his couch and having one of the best orgasms of your life. You both promised each other you would quit, not wanting to complicate anything since you and Sarah had such a close bond, but you quickly broke that promise, again and again and again.

After a few months of hooking up a couple nights a week, Joel told you he was seeing someone–Tess, an age appropriate mom from Sarah’s class and he wanted to pump the brakes on whatever it was the two of you were doing. You acquiesced, begrudgingly, but it was only a few weeks later that Joel said things didn’t work out and you ended up back in his bed, on his couch, and bent over the kitchen counter.

It wasn’t serious between the two of you. You had a lot going on with wrapping up the last semester of your Public Policy Master’s, and he was busy building his business and raising his daughter. But that doesn’t mean you would be opposed to something a little more serious developing. In fact, you were pretty sure you were in love with Joel. But he definitely didn’t need to know that.

You must’ve been completely zoned out as you didn’t hear Joel’s old pickup truck pull into his driveway before he entered his living room and called your name.

“Hey princess,” he said, that deep Texas drawl that made your insides melt flowing easily from his pouty lips. “How’s Sarah?”

“Perfect, as always.” You glanced up from the couch shooting a smile his way.

God, he loved your smile.

“She helped me make dinner and then we did her homework. I deep conditioned her hair, too,” you added. “You know, you gotta take her to a salon once in a while, Joel. You know, one that knows about black hair?” You had been bugging him that the 15-in-1 monstrosity he calls shampoo he and Tommy use would not work on Sarah’s curls.

Joel smirks to himself, absolutely loving the way you care about his daughter. “I’m workin’ on it, darlin’.”

A comfortable silence hits the room and Joel goes to his fridge to grab two beers. Your gaze is back on the TV, some old episode of Law & Order playing that barely has your attention.

“Where’s Tommy?” you ask, reaching for the beer without looking at him.

“Had a date.”

“Tommy Miller has a date? Now that is surprising.” You giggle as you take a sip of your beer. Joel tracks the way your throat looks as you swallow.

He takes his time to take in what you’re wearing. A sweater that tapers around your waist perfectly and a short black skirt. You look sexy, effortless. Joel realizes you always do. Like everything you wear is custom just for you.

“Is this how you dress for work, darlin’?” He lets his large fingers play with the edge of your skirt, barely grazing over your skin. “Kinda slutty,” he adds, smirking at your surprised face.

You school your features quickly and he knows he’s screwed by the sickeningly sweet smile that graces your face. You quickly place your beer on the coffee table in front of the couch and turn to face Joel. “Me? Slutty? No, Mr. Miller, I’m a good girl.”

Joel eyes you from head to toe so slowly that you feel little bursts of heat crawling over your skin. He frowns at you playfully, groaning exaggeratedly as he takes another draw from his beer. “Don’t know about that, princess. Good girls don’t wear slutty little skirts like this to work.” His hand slides up your skirt and grazes over the damp slit of your underwear before he tugs them down your legs. The low whistle he lets out sends a chill down your spine. 

“And good girls definitely don’t wear tiny little panties like this to work.” He brings your thong to his nose, lewdly taking a deep inhale that only makes your wetness grow greater. “Dirty girl,” he sighs out. “Trying to seduce your boss?”

You moan at the sight of him, it was so debauched, so dirty, but it only made you more eager to fall into whatever role play this was. 

“No, Mr. Miller, I would never try to seduce you. I promise I’m a good girl,” you plead. You watch as he absentmindedly toys with your damp thong, running his other hand over his growing bulge. You get an idea that’s going to drive Joel wild.

“Can I show you, Mr. Miller?” you ask, earning a quirked brow from Joel. “Can I show you just how good of a girl I am?”

Joel groans at how easily you fell into this dynamic tonight, not necessarily what he had planned when he came home. He spreads his legs and pats his thighs, “Yeah baby, show me how good you can be.”

You eagerly hop off the couch, taking a throw pillow with you and placing it on the ground and kneeling on it in between his legs. You let your hands rub across the tops of his thighs and give him a wide eyed look that he would almost call innocent if he didn’t know you better. You reach for the zipper of his jeans, grazing your fingers over his bulge before you pull his hard cock out and sigh dreamily. Joel definitely had the best looking dick you’ve ever seen.

Growing impatient at your slow pace, Joel grabs the back of your head and you instinctively stick your tongue out to lick at his tip. You groan at the heady taste of precum on the bulbous head. You slowly start to jerk him off, keeping your mouth only at his tip to tease him.

“You gonna show me how good little babysitter’s suck cock, princess?” he peers down at you, watching how your eyes flutter closed at his words. 

You let out a needy whine. “Yes, Mr. Miller.”

You inhale deeply, making debauched eye contact with Joel before you take as much of him as you can down your throat. Joel was big–thick and long in a way that your friends swore you were exaggerating. You’ve taught yourself how to take him down your throat, proud that you were able to go from taking a meager 4 inches of him when you first started hooking up, to now being able to brush against his trimmed hair at the base.

You can taste the sweat from his work day on your tongue as you start to move up and down. Your cheeks hollow out to make a suction and drool is pooling from your mouth. You’re trying not to gag, but the sheer size of Joel makes it damn near impossible. He looks down at you, eyes filled with something a little more than lust as he watches you swallow his cock further into your throat. Spit bubbles are pooling at the side of your mouth and your eyes are glassy with unshed tears. He shuts his eyes tight trying to stave off his orgasm–wanting to enjoy you just a little while longer. You release him with a pop and jerk him off as you start sucking his balls.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Miller?” you ask teasingly, voice already sounding a little hoarse from the exertion.

He looks back down at you, willing himself not to cum. He hums and nods the best he can, scared words will be too much for him.

You shift on your knees, readjusting as you gear yourself up to take him again. Joel thrusts slightly into your mouth, fitting perfectly and you moan around him, the vibrations making him twitch in the back of your throat. You push him deeper into your throat and Joel places his hand on the back of your head in a way that’s less forceful, and more caring. Like he’s just reassuring you that he’s there. He’s making little grunts and moans and you can’t help but drool a mix of your spit and his precum down onto his balls.

You look up at him and see his brown eyes softly looking back down at you. Way too sweet for what you’re doing.

You’re getting sloppier and sloppier, veering towards cock drunk as Joel tells you he’s about to cum.

“Where d’ya want me, baby,” he slurs, in his own fucked out state.

You can’t let up now with Joel being so close to finishing. You bare down, deep throating him to a point that nearly makes you gag, but you will yourself to power through it. Joel starts to thrust into your warm, wet mouth before he moans a little too loud and spills his cum down your throat. 

He’s so deep you barely taste him, only letting yourself up when you feel him relax underneath you.

You both catch your breaths for a moment and after a while, Joel pulls you up from your underarms and sets you over his lap. You almost forgot you weren’t wearing any underwear as your now soaking heat is pressed over his wet cock. Even soft it’s firm and thick. 

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes heavily. Brown eyes looking down into yours before he kisses you sloppily, tasting himself on your tongue.

You smile appreciatively, dropping your head to his shoulder and smelling the remnants of his cologne from earlier in the day. You’re insanely horny now but happy nonetheless that you made him this fucked out, feeling a surge of confidence at the thought.

“So,” you start, your smile breaking the warm silence between you two, “am I a good girl?”

Joel laughs, rubbing absent minded circles on your back. He thinks he loves you. “Yeah, princess, you’re the best damn girl around.”

**if you made it this far please leave a like, comment, reblog or a dm with some feedback! I want to get back into writing so this was just me dusting off the cobwebs... ty :)

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i. true blue

part one of the 'hangman & honey' series!

summary: The summer he turned nine, Jake was convinced he'd spend it like any other summer: riding his bike down dirt roads with all the other kids, lending a helping hand on the family farm, and brushing up on his backyard football. His life hits a tailspin when a new family moves into the house just down the road, leading him to a friendship and feelings he never saw coming.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: cute childhood friends to lovers, small sections of angst, tragic backstories and southern traditions. primarily self indulgent. this is written by someone from the most southern small town imaginable, so it's written with love as an ode to my own hometown, enjoy. <3

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In the great state of Texas, just a few hours south of Austin, sits a small town called Haven. It was a fitting name for a town so picturesque-miles and miles of endless farmland, stunning sunsets and sunrises, and the beauty of the state's flora and fauna. However, in all it's Southern small-town glory, it was home to little else. There was the hub of activity 'downtown'-the one school system, a family-owned restaurant, a convenience store, the First Baptist Church of Haven, and a hair salon. On the outskirts of Haven sat a large patch of barbed-wire fenced farmland, one that spanned most of the remaining parts of the small town, more than the eye could see. It was large enough to have its own unpaved road-Seresin Farm Road-and was home to only one house, the Seresin family house.

The Seresin family had owned the land long before the turn of the century, and had been passed down from generation to generation ever since. The Seresin's owned much of Haven to begin with, their farmland excluded. Most of the businesses rented their buildings from Jacob Seresin Sr., with the exception of the school system and the church. Despite their seemingly looming hand of ownership, you'd never know they held power at all. Mrs. Janet Seresin-first lady of the Seresin estate-was known as the town egg lady, always more than happy to pass out dozens of Styrofoam cartons free of charge. She held the unofficial prize of having the best homemade ice cream in all of Haven, and anyone in the small town would attest. Jacob Seresin Sr.-head of the Seresin farm and Janet's husband-was regarded in the same warm fashion. You could find him driving up and down the main street in his trusty red farm truck, often loaded with feed or some kind of good necessary to keep his place up and running. He'd stop and talk to anyone and everyone, literally everyone, he knew. He had been the one to help nearly everyone in his community rebuild after natural disasters, always willing to help someone in need, never asking for anything in return. The Seresin's were Haven's unofficial first family, leaders of sorts, in the small town.

Their son, Jacob Seresin Jr., was elusive and a topic nearly everyone knew to avoid. He had been raised on the family farm, attended the local school, lived and breathed the same life as everyone else, but found himself itching for more. He quickly fell into trouble with the local law, and with a last name like Seresin, he got away with mostly everything, which, perhaps, was his greatest downfall. He had gotten his high school girlfriend-a sweet local girl named Georgia Joann Smith-pregnant their senior year. When she broke the news, he'd taken off in his truck to Kentucky, where it was rumored he still was, looking for something he could never find. Nine months later, Jacob Thomas Seresin III, or 'Jake' as he preferred, was born, healthy, all ten fingers and toes. Just hours after birth, his mother fell gravely ill, and made her own swift exit in death. She left behind only one thing-her son. Jacob Sr. and Janet took him in with no questions asked, raising him as any grandparent would. Jake, luckily, seemed to inherit more of his mother than his father. His blonde hair gleamed in the Texas sun, turning almost gold in the heat-filled summers. His green eyes held his kindness-a sharp contrast to his father's dark brown eyes that seemed to only hold his anger. Jake bore Georgia's gentle soul, her wide smile and her witty personality, she lived on in Jake entirely. So when the new family moved into the empty house at the end of Seresin Farm Road, Janet had zero hesitations in sending Jake down to welcome their new neighbors to Haven. She'd spent the entire morning making homemade bread, having to occasionally swat away Jake's hands from the counter or tell him to completely get out of the kitchen while the loaves cooled. After lunch, she handed him a well-wrapped loaf and gave him instructions to take it to the newcomers, which Jake did without complaint. He'd placed the bread into the metal basket attached to his royal blue bike, trekking down their long and winding driveway. When he'd arrived nearly ten minutes later, he had parked his bike on the edge of the lawn, against a towering oak tree. He made a point to kick the dirt off his shoes, not wanting to track it onto the seemingly freshly painted, white wrap-around porch. He lifts his first to wrap against the door, one with a glass cut-out, much different than the screen door on his farmhouse. He fixed his windswept hair in the reflection of the window, remembering Granny's words of always looking well put together when meeting new people. The door's lock clicked, and when Jake looked up to see the man or lady of the house, he instead had to look down, finding a girl who couldn't be much younger than him. Her eyes were wide as they stared up at him, hair pushed out of her face with colorful butterfly shaped clips. Her eyes were captivating, and all of Jake's intended Southern charm had flown out the window. She smiles shyly at Jake, wondering why this stranger was on her porch.

"Uh, this is for you-or,uh-your parents," his arm extends the bread as he stammered. "My Granny made it, we live at the farm on the end of the road, we-uh, she-wanted to invite you to the neighborhood. I'm Jake."

Jake stuck out a clammy hand for her to shake, and winced internally. His Pawpaw would be reprimanding him if he saw this-it wasn't polite to make a lady shake your hand. Shaking hands was for business deals, and Jake had just shook her hand like she'd bought his show heifer. Jake's mind was clouded for a reason he couldn't explain, and he wasn't thinking straight. The girl blushed and smiled slightly.

"I'm Honey," her voice was quiet but pronounced. "That's not actually my name, but everyone calls me Honey, so, you can call me Honey. Um, is your house the one with the big magnolia tree in the front?"

Jake nodded quickly. Her eyes widened, shimmering with something Jake couldn't make out. Quietness settled over them before Honey spoke again.

"Is that your bike?" Honey points at his bike leaning against the tree.

"Yeah! Most kids ride their bikes everywhere here."

"C-Could I ride with you, maybe?" Her voice was suddenly shy, no longer meeting Jake's eyes. "It's just summer and I-I don't know anyone yet and-"

"Yes!" Jake cut her off, and mentally scolded himself, but as Honey flashed him a wide smile he couldn't find himself caring. She tossed the bread on the table just inside the door, slid on her purple jelly sandals and shut the door behind her. She led Jake to the empty garage, only full of empty moving boxes and a bright yellow bike. As she led them out of the garage and towards the edge of the yard, Jake's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her.

"Shouldn't you let your momma know you left, leave her a note or somethin'?"

Honey's eyes cut to her feet, her smile fading.

"She won't care, I'll be back before she will. S-She's a nurse, works the night shift at the old folks home in the next town over."

Jake nodded but said nothing, pedaling off on his own bike to lead her back down to his farm.

From that moment on, Jake and Honey were practically inseparable. The entire summer was spent with a blue bike parked next to a yellow one, swimming in the creek behind Jake's house, and running around the farm with nothing but their imagination and makeshift stick swords. Jake's Border Collie, John Wayne, became a frightening dragon of their imagination, and Honey taught Jake how to make flower crowns from the wildflowers in the fields. Janet had grown fond of looking out her front window to see Honey sitting next to Jake under her magnolia tree, reading her Boxcar Children book as much as she could with Jake chattering next to her. Even when Jake was busy with his farm chores, Honey would sit placidly under the tree, enjoying the occasional breeze as she read her book of the week. After the long summer, Jacob Sr. had started referring to it as "Honey's tree," and he'd laugh to himself every time he saw the girl sitting quietly under it. Both Janet and Jacob Sr. loved having the sweet but shy girl around, especially when they found out that she spent most of her time alone in that house down the road. On the last night before summer ended, Jake and Honey sat under the tree, swatting at mosquitoes as the Texas sun set. Jake looked over at Honey, who had finally put her book down, and asked:

"Why do you like this tree so much?"

She smiled a smile that Jake knew to be half-hearted and brought her knees to her chest, her chin resting on her kneecaps.

"It reminds me of home."

Honey had moved from her tiny town in Mississippi that summer, and she often talked of her home there, the friends and family she'd left behind, how her mother had left when her grandmother died, looking for a fresh start.

"My Gram had a tree like this in her yard, and she'd babysit me when Mom worked," Honey's eyes rested on the ground, where she was picking grass from the ground around her bare feet. "She'd read to me a lot, and it was my favorite place in the world. Sometimes when I read here it sort of feels like I never left."

Jake simply nodded, thinking of the mother he'd only met in pictures, and the grandparents he wouldn't trade for the world's richest man. Neither of them spoke a word about the statement she made, but they understood what it meant to both of them. Even at age nine, Jake was in love with the girl next door, even if he didn't know it yet. From the first year they met and every year after, Jake and Honey found themselves under the magnolia blossoms. Well, almost every year...

As the budding teens entered into their freshman year at Haven High School, the differences between their personalities became more apparent than ever. Jake was the ideal all-American southern boy: athletic, outgoing, someone who guys high-fived in the hallway, and one that girls would be late to class just to get a glimpse of. Jake was never one to let the attention get to his head, at least not too much. Sure, he enjoyed the feeling of being liked, and, sure, he could be cocky at times, but he was never the one to bully those completely different from him. Someone like Honey. Honey had always been quiet, shy by nature, and the very definition of an advanced student. She was beloved by her teachers, but not as well received by her classmates. With a town as small as Haven, it was either incredibly easy or incredibly hard to make friends, and for Honey, it seemed to be the latter. It wasn't as if Honey was perpetually odd-she wasn't homely or weird, just quiet. Jake was the only one who knew about her boisterous laugh that could be prompted with his corny jokes, or her wild streak, like sneaking into his bedroom window after she and her mother got into yet another fight.

At the beginning of the school year, she spent her breaks talking to Jake, and she sat next to him at lunch. He'd let her ramble about her current read, and he'd talk about yesterday's football practice. She'd leave with the promise to come around for dinner, Mrs. Janet was making her favorite. However, when football season started, and Jake had made an infamous saving play at one of the first few games, he had peaked in popularity. Honey found herself on the outside of his swarm of new friends, listening to him talk to his football buddies while the girls that followed shot her sympathetic or lethal glances. She'd ignored it at first, simply enjoying her paperback until Jake could spare himself a minute to talk to her. Eventually, the bell would sound before she even got the chance to say 'hello' to him, and, with her heart suddenly heavy, she'd make her way to class. The routine lasted for weeks and she'd find herself waiting by the phone, figuring Jake would call her after football practice, but she'd only be greeted with silence through the night. After the second week of no contact, she decided to leave Jake and his new friends to their own devices, opting to sit in the library for breaks, taking her lunch in the empty courtyard. It was like Jake hadn't noticed her absence at all, at least in her mind, but Jacob Sr. and Janet noticed immediately. They had missed her bright aura that lit up their farmhouse, watching as she greeted the dogs as she parked her now lilac bike in the driveway. Janet missed her companionship as Honey would watch her sew patches onto Jacob Sr. and Jake's clothes, and her husband missed catching up with her over dinner. The only time they'd see her anymore would be on Friday nights, at Jake's games. She'd sit in the bleachers with them, decked out in her navy blue and gold, watching intently as the boys in jerseys made their way up and down the field. At the end of the game, she'd say her goodbyes before Jake would find his grandparents and they wouldn't see her until the following Friday. In typical grandparent fashion, Janet had assumed Jake had done something. Her grandson was kind, gentlemanly, but he also had a sharp tongue and a big head, which he sometimes used in malice. So, over dinner one Thursday, Janet finally dipped her toes into the water.

"Maybe you should talk to Honey after the game tomorrow, she always seems to slip away before you two get to catch up."

Jake's eyebrows furrowed as he wiped his mouth, looking up at his grandmother.

"Honey? At a football game? Granny, I don't really think that's her scene. She hates when we have a pep rally at school, I don't think she's going to a football game voluntarily."

Jacob Sr. and Janet give each other a knowing look across the table.

"How blind are ya, son?" Jacob Sr.'s voice is accusatory.

Jake looks up from his plate, looking over at his grandfather with a confused look.

"She's been at every game this season, Jake," his grandmother's voice speaks, much softer than her husbands. "She sits next to us in the stands. When was the last time you two talked? Just the two of you?"

Jake scoffs at his grandmother's accusation, his head shaking as he tried to wrack his brain for the last time he'd talked to his best friend.

"Maybe a week or so ago, I-I can't remember."

"That's a damn shame," Jacob Sr.'s voice grumbled. "She's a sweet girl, smart too. I know she doesn't run the same circles as you and your new buddies, but she's a good friend Jake, and you're treatin' her as if she doesn't exist. She still comes to all of those games. I'm not tellin' you what to do, but maybe give her a call, and pray to the Lord above that she wants to talk to your dumb ass."

Jake's heart sank as he carried out his nightly farm chores that night, thinking of how he had treated Honey. He knew what the other girls in the group said about her, how she was 'quiet' and 'weird,' often making comments that were completely false or disrespectful. Jake always shut the comments down, but found himself not bothering to talk to the one person who had always been there for him. Was it his fear of his new friends thinking he was weird? Did he think he wouldn't be surrounded by his football buddies if they saw him talking to someone like Honey? As Jake shut the barn door, he sighed, deciding he didn't care about either. Honey had been his friend for years, long before high school or popularity, or stupid teenage rules. She'd never changed, she was still the girl he fell in love with all those years ago. That night, as he sat by the phone thinking of what to say, he'd heard the faintest knock on his door. He figured it was his Granny coming to tell him goodnight, so he made quick work of making his way to the door and flinging it open. Instead of his grandmother, Honey stood in front of him. She held an algebra textbook in her arms, her eyes never meeting his, her arms crossed protectively. Her eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot, tear streaks staining her cheeks. She'd been crying, and Jake knew Honey all too well, her tears had nothing to do with the algebra assignment. Something had happened to her.

"Uh, hey, I-I know it's late, and I didn't want to bother you, but I've been workin' on this stupid algebra assignment for three hours, and i-it's not making a lick of sense. You-You're the only person I know who could help me, so if you could just show me how to do one, I'll be out of your hair. I know you have a game tomorrow, and you should really sleep-"

Honey was rambling, picking the skin around her fingernails, she was nervous. It shattered his heart in his chest, he could never remember a time when she was nervous around him.

"No, no, you're fine, Honey. C'mere."

He opened the door wide for her to come in. She nodded in thanks, hovering awkwardly in the space between his bed and his desk. Any other time she'd plop herself down on his plaid comforter, all but curling into the sheets and falling asleep. Now, she didn't know what to do. She hadn't spoken to him in weeks, and he was different now. He wasn't just Jake, her Jake, he was Jake Seresin, up and coming star of their hometown football team, someone that a person like her should avoid in the hallway, someone that shouldn't even be talking to her.

He pushed the chair of his desk out for her, figuring she'd feel more comfortable there. She laid her textbook and notebook out flat, opening the book to the dozens of equations she couldn't make out. Honey was incredibly smart, but as her math classes advanced, she found herself staring at her own notes in utter confusion.

"Um, so, this is on polynomials," she started. "But I couldn't even tell you what a fuckin' polynomial is and I'm starting to lose my mind."

Jake quickly noted the physical manifestation of her worry-her hair messy with the way she had been running her hands through it, the chipped nail polish on her nails, and her chewing on her bottom lip. His heart ached, how had he not noticed her struggling? They were in the same class, she sat two chairs in front of him.

"Honey, I'm sorry."

She didn't even spare him a look.

"It's not your fault I'm stupid, Jake."

Jake took her arm in a light hold, turning her to look at him.

"I'm not talkin' about algebra, and you're not stupid, first of all. You're one of the smartest people I know. I'm talkin' about the way I've been actin'. It's not fair to you, I've been an ass. I've been ignoring you at school, treatin' you as if you aren't even there. You've come to all my games and I didn't even know. Thanks for that, by the way, but, I mean it, Honey. I'm sorry."

Honey shrugs, her face sprouting a faint pink blush.

"'S fine, people grow up, move on. You don't have to apologize for leaving me for people more like-minded. I get it, I don't necessarily fit the mold of your new friend group. It's okay. They seem to really like you though, and you seem happy. Plus Sam is...she's pretty. I get why you wouldn't want me hanging around."

"Sam?" Jake's voice was confused. Sam was a cheerleader, and she was friends with the girlfriends of his teammates. They had a passing conversation from time to time, but they weren't dating. "What're you talkin' about?"

Honey's brow furrowed, tapping her pencil's eraser against her book.

"Sam Vance told me like the third or fourth week of school that you were together, around the same time we stopped talking. I just assumed that was why you didn't want to talk anymore. It's sort of the reason I've kept my distance."

Jake's blood boiled, he was not dating Sam Vance. She was heinously mean, even to her own 'friends.'

"Honey," Jake started, his eyes full of sympathy, his flash of anger flickering. "I'm not dating her, not by a long shot. I don't know why she lied to you, I've never said more than a few sentences to one another, she's...mean. She's vicious, I'm sorry."

Honey's head only shook in a nonchalant manner. She was good at this, pushing people away, Jake had noticed it over the years. After years of practically raising herself, those she loved either abandoning her or leaving her in death, she expected everyone to leave. Honey herself knew that someday Jake would leave her, just like everyone else, so when he pulled away, she didn't bother trying to stop it, no matter how it hurt.

"Stop that. I know what I did was shitty, and it seemed like I didn't want you there, but this isn't me dumping you off, Honey. I swear. And I know something's wrong, you're not crying because of a homework assignment. If it's because of what happened between us, I'll do anythin' to make it up to you-"

Honey's bottom lip trembles, her eyes lining with tears as she shakes her head. She looks up at Jake, pain clouding her usually kind eyes.

"You don't have to worry about me, Jake."

"No I don't," he stated honestly. "I want to, Honey. You're my best friend, and you're hurtin'. You may not need me, but I want to help you. I know I haven't been a good friend, the worst actually, but talk to me, please."

Honey looks at her lap, bringing her knees to her chest in an action of protection Jake was familiar with-every time she has to get vulnerable, it's her defensive action, as if curling up in a ball would save her from hurt.

"For what it's worth," Honey started, her voice small and quiet. "I really don't understand polynomials, like, at all. But you're right, it's more than that." She pauses and takes a deep breath, Jake's heart shattering. Her inability to speak freely, the bags under her eyes, her nervous habit at the forefront-he'd never seen her so tired, so heavy.

"About a week ago, I came home and all of my mom's stuff was gone. I mean, all of it, her bedroom was completely empty. She left a note on the kitchen table." Her eyes focus on the Cowboys poster on the back of Jake's door, her eyes dulling. "She decided to move in with her boyfriend, and he-he doesn't even know she has a child, so she left the house for me. Which is fine, we never got along anyway, it's just been...lonely. She pays the bills and leaves money, so it's not like I'm fending for myself, but, it just really sucks she doesn't really care about me. I guess it shouldn't, but-" She pauses, eyes dazed out, silent tears running down her cheeks. "Sorry for the soapbox, I just, it all is piling up, and now I'm crying over polynomials." She laughs dryly. "Just, God I've missed you, Jake. I sort of pushed myself away from you because I thought you'd found people you'd rather spend your time with. I'm nothing like you interest wise, and-"

"Stop putting yourself down, I won't stand for it." Jake looks at her as she laughs in a quiet manner, hands wiping away her silent tears. Jake moves directly in front of her, making eye contact. "I mean it. You're ten times cooler than any of them. Most of the guys on the team, pretty laid back, cool, but all they ever want to talk about is football and how hot so-and-so is, and their girlfriends? Worse, by a thousand, at least most of them. I'd like to think I'm not that shallow, right?"

Jake Seresin was a lot of things, but shallow was not one of them.

"Please hang out with me tomorrow? I'll have Granny pick you up for school. You and I are going to talk until the bell rings, you've got to catch me up on that Scarlett girl in that book you were reading last time we talked. I'm sitting with you at lunch because Granny made me promise to bring you lunch, and you gotta catch me up on last week's Dawson's Creek episode. Then I'll see you at the game, and we can swing by The Burger Basket, you, me, burgers, fries, a strawberry shake for you and a chocolate one for me."

Honey laughed, nodding her head, her heart warming as she heard Jake ask for the things she thought he found annoying-her ranting about the books she was reading, or the TV shows she was watching. She wiped her tears, standing and hugging the blonde boy who knew her better than herself sometimes. Her chest felt lighter, it felt good to be known so incredibly well. He squeezed her tight before she let go. (Jake never, ever, let go first.) She sits back in the desk chair, sliding in next to Jake, her head falling on his shoulder.

"So," she spoke after a moment of silence. "Polynomials?"

Jake chuckles.

"Let's make a deal, Hon. I explain to you how to solve these equations, and you explain to me what the hell Shakespeare is talking about in those English assignments for Mrs. Elmer's class?"

Honey laughs, she and Jake were both good students, but in two very different subjects.

"You've got yourself a deal, J."

Jake smirks, taking the pencil that sat in the crevice of the book, his scratchy handwriting across her paper as he attempted to explain. In a matter of minutes, Honey began to understand, a smile forming as she grasped the concepts. Jake's green eyes met hers in the light of his desk lamp, glimmering, and the breath in his chest catches, his heart hammering. His palms sweat around the pencil and he can't look away from her.

"You alright, Seresin?" Honey's voice is laced with humor, and it snaps him out of his trance.

"Y-Yeah."

Jake had lied, he had just realized, for the first time since Jake had known Honey, he was beginning to see her as something more than just his best friend. When he looked at Honey, he noticed something he'd never noticed before, she was beautiful.

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mine | 1. wondering why we bother with love

pairing: young!no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

chapter summary: a regular day at work turns into the beginning of something joel never thought would happen to him again.

chapter warnings: joel is 22 and reader is 20, mentions of a bad marriage and teenage pregnancy, reader is described a small amount (has hair, able-bodied, wears feminine clothing, is going to school for secondary english education, has a heavily-detailed background), joel being the single dad™, southern banter and teasing, fluff, joel being a flirt, baby sarah being her dad's favorite, if i missed anything let me know

word count: 3.6k (future chapters will be longer)

a/n: good lord, this got some attention!!! i'm so fucking grateful for it. really excited for you guys to read this. hope you like it. lemme know what you think. any reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

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You were in college, working part-time waiting tables

Left a small town, never looked back

I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin'

Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts

✦ ✦ ✦

October 1994

At seventeen-years-old, Joel Miller found out that his girlfriend was pregnant. It was startling and overbearing and horrifying and it made him want to scream at the sky, at God or whatever was up there and curse them for fucking up his life. He told Amanda that he was there for her, would do anything for her, but he was scared shitless.

At eighteen, he was holding a baby in the hospital with a ring on his left hand and thanking whatever was up there for bringing him a healthy baby girl to hold for the rest of his life. Maybe it was too soon, but as soon as he laid eyes on her, he knew. He knew he would love Sarah for the rest of his life and even beyond that. But, Amanda held her for a second and gave her back to him. He knew that she resented him– could tell by the way she fidgeted with the ring on her finger, pulling it off and then putting it back on, scowling at it when she thought he wasn’t looking. They moved into a small apartment near the college campus in Austin right before the baby was born. He could tell she hated that too. He knew he could grin and bear it, as long as Sarah got to have two parents.

At twenty, he came home from his job at the small diner across the street to their small apartment where his little girl was crying in her crib and a note sat on the counter that read, “I’m just not built to be a mother or a wife, Joel.” All of her things were gone. It was like she’d never been there at all.

That night, he held Sarah in his arms and cried. He watched her big, curious eyes as his tears ran down her face and soaked into her pink pajamas. He thinks maybe she knew what was going on– the toddler was always more ahead than he ever was. It only took a day for her to start begging for her mother, sobbing in Joel’s arms as he held her tight to his chest, hushing in her ear, trying to sing any lullaby he could think of. It took her two months to stop bringing her up at all.

By twenty-two, he’s a fully-functioning single dad. He has a stable job at the diner and does some contracting with his brother on the side. His mom helps him watch Sarah while he’s working– shows him pictures of her on her digital camera she insists on bringing with her everywhere when he gets back from work. There’s a wall in his kitchen dedicated to his favorites. He never stops thanking her for everything she does for him.

Sarah is growing beautifully. Her curly hair is a mess, but he’s trying his best to learn how to do it right. Amanda had always done it before– pigtails and braids perfectly set on her tiny head. But he finds that her thick hair is hard to tame on his own. He takes her to the salon downtown for them to do her braids whenever he can afford it. Her big brown eyes could make him do anything– she knows just how to work him with her wet, puppy dog stare and pouty lips. She’s up to his knees now. Everytime he comes home from work, she’ll run to him and crash into his calves and he can’t help but smile everytime she does it.

She’s his world, his everything.

It’s a Sunday morning. He always works Sunday mornings because the church crowd always tips well and today is no different. Sweat is dripping down his back from running around, and his brain feels like it’s split in half with all the orders stuffed in his head. The diner’s small enough that he’s only one of two servers working, despite how ridiculously busy it is, but he doesn’t mind. He can’t mind, really.

“Donald! Where’s my pancakes?”

The owner of the establishment’s balding head peaks out of the kitchen, as he yells back at him, “In your ass, Miller!”

“Hilarious,” he deadpans, pushing an order sheet back into the kitchen for Donald to grab, “Hurry it up, please. Mr. Cassini is starting to get hangry again.”

Donald laughs boisterously, “Oh, that old man is always angry!”

Joel waves him off, “Just do it, Don.”

“No problem, kid!”

He turns around and there’s a new patron sitting at one of his tables. A woman, body guarded, eyes on alert, evaluating the diner for the closest exits. You look scared, but only in the way that prey does when it knows it’s safe– waiting for the next predator to flash its teeth at your trembling form. Your hair is wet, as well as the tops of your shoulders, which are tucked into a large hoodie that swallows you. He didn’t realize it was raining. Your sneaker-clad feet are tucked under your legs, criss-cross-applesauce on the soft leather of the booth beneath you.

You’re beautiful.

Tapping his pencil against his order pad, he approaches you carefully. You look like you’ll run for the hills if he takes you by surprise. But, his tapping seems to alert you of his presence, as your head turns towards him. You watch him with a discerning look and fold your hands on your lap.

He pulls out the Southern charm his momma taught him, smile and all, hoping it might ease your cautiousness, “Hello, ma’am. Can I get you something to drink?”

You look surprised– eyebrows raised and eyes wide, like you didn’t expect him to talk. It’s odd, he thinks.

“Oh– uh–” you look down to the menu he placed in front of you upon his approach– “Iced tea?”

Just from your voice alone– and piled onto the fact that he knows everyone around here, and he’s damn sure he’s never seen a woman as pretty as you before– he knows you aren’t from around here. He has the sudden and all-consuming need to know everything about you. Why are you here? Who the hell are you?

“You need a lemon with that, sweetheart?” He can’t keep his eyes off you.

“Oh, no, no. Sugar is good enough for me.” As if to prove your point, you pull a couple packets of Sweet ‘N Low out of the small container at the end of the table and toss them next to the menu splayed out in front of you.

“Alright, darlin’. One iced tea comin’ up.” He pulls out a wink for you and walks away. He isn’t prepared to see the aftermath of his overconfidence. He really hopes you don’t run.

And he finds that you haven’t when he comes back with your iced tea in his hand. He places it down in front of you with a, Here you go, hon, and asks if you want anything to eat, and you decline. He rushes to get to his other customers. Tips are more important than the beautiful woman, he has to tell himself, but he finds that his eyes drift to you as you dump three pink packets of the sweetener into your tea and swirl it around. He shakes his head in amusement when you pull a book out of the backpack sitting next to you and start to read.

✦ ✦ ✦

When he comes back to check on you again, you’ve downed your glass of tea and you’re squinting your eyes as you write on the page of the book in front of you, underlining a passage you determine is worthy of note, not once, not twice, but three times. He thinks he sees the words ‘idealized love’ as he pours more tea from the pitcher he brought with him into your plastic cup.

“Whatcha readin’?”

Your eyes don’t even leave the page, pencil doesn’t cease writing as you reply, “The Great Gatsby.”

“Huh. Read that in high school. Kinda sad, ain’t it?”

You place your pencil down in the crease of your paperback, still reading, “I suppose so.”

It’s gone quiet in the diner now that the Church crowd has left, the sound of the jukebox in the corner the only background noise remaining. Only people here now are you and Mr. Cassini, but he’s preoccupied with Doreen, the other waitress on duty today. They’re flirting in the way that old people do, with shy smiles and boisterous laughter. He thinks he can take a quick break.

He sits down on the booth across from you and you look up at him for the first time since he came back to fill your tea.

“What’re you doing,” you ask– not in anger or annoyance, but just genuine confusion.

“Sittin’. This book for pleasure or school?”

You seem to accept his presence here with you as your new, temporary situation and put your bookmark– a pressed leaf– back in your book and close it shut. “School.”

He hums, disappointment dripping down his back, “You in high school then?”

Your eyebrows furrow before you seem to realize where he is drawing his conclusion from, “Oh! No, no. I’m studying to be an English teacher. We’re supposed to read this and come up with a fake lesson plan.”

Relief replaces the disappointment just as quickly as it had come.

“Huh. Interesting.”

You shrug, “I’d like to think so.”

He shuffles in his seat, pressing the cold leather against his sweltering back. “So, what– you gonna be a high school teacher?”

“I’m trying to. It’s hard work.” You pull out a few more packets of sweetener and pour them into your new cup of tea. He tries his best not to smile, but he can feel the corners of his lips pulling at his skin.

“Hard work is good for the soul– shows you got guts. That’s what my momma always says, anyways.”

You grin, “She sounds real smart, your mamma.” He hears you emulating his accent, teasing him for being so incredibly cliché, but he’s so focused on your blinding smile that he can’t even fight back.

“She is. She’s the best I could ask for.”

“Good. Everyone deserves a good mom,” you say, your smile almost turns sad as you say it. He wants to grab your face and beg you to tell him why what you said makes you sad, where’s your good mom that you deserve?

“Joel Miller, what are you doin’, sittin’ down? Get your ass up and clean some tables,” Donald yells from across the diner. Joel doesn’t even flinch– used to his sour attitude from almost four years of working here. But he watches you flinch, eyes going wide. You look warily over to Donald, assessing the situation, before you look back over to him.

You clear your throat, “It seems like you need to be getting to work, Joel Miller.”

You're teasing him again, but he can tell you’re nervous. He smiles, trying to calm your nerves as much as he can, and he thinks it works as he watches your shoulders relax slightly.

He chuckles, muttering to you conspiratorially, “Bitter old man, can’t see I’m trying to get myself a date over here.”

Your eyes flick down to your book and back up to him. Biting your lip, trying to suppress the smile he can see taking over your face, you reply, “Get back to work.”

“Alright, alright, sugar. I’m going,” he concedes, hands flying up in surrender.

The grin finally takes over your lips again and he swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful– besides his own baby girl’s smile. 

A name falls from your upturned lips.

“Huh?”

You laugh, opening your book back up and pulling yourself back into the story, “My name, Joel Miller.”

He repeats it back to you. It tastes like honey and sweetener on his tongue.

He wonders what you would taste like on his tongue.

“I’m getting off in 30 minutes.” An invitation.

You look back up at him. “Well, then, I guess I got another thirty minutes to read before you’re bothering me again.” You accept.

“I suppose you do.” He turns back to the counter and walks away. He can feel the pull to go back to you, to indulge himself in you further, but he needs the money and the extra $3 for the next thirty minutes could be the difference between his baby girl getting a full meal or not, and Donald has a nasty habit of not paying the full amount if he ain’t working, so he picks up a rag and gets back to work.

✦ ✦ ✦

Thirty minutes later, he’s pulling off his apron and bounding out of the backroom towards the table you’ve made a home of. He finds that you’ve packed up your things into your lavender bookbag, like you’re ready for whatever he throws at you– to go wherever he’s going to take you.

He wastes no time; he doesn’t want to be here anymore. “You wanna go on a walk?”

You nod your head eagerly. It seems you’re in agreement.

The pavement is a dark gray beneath your purple sneakers and his steel-toed boots, a pair his momma gave him for his 18th birthday. They’re good for work– sturdy, not too sweaty or uncomfortable. He wears them everyday. He wonders if you like cowboy boots, hopes you don’t find them tacky.

It’s still light out, around six in the afternoon. It stopped raining an hour ago, but the humidity still lies heavy in the air as the two of you make your way outside. It’s hot, but only in the way that Texas is in the middle of October. It’s comforting, like laying in front of a fire on a cold day.

He stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets. He wants to take your hand, can feel his fingers twitching with the exertion of forcing himself to stop. You don’t even know him– he doesn’t want to scare you off yet.

You look to him for directions and he tilts his head forward and down the street, starting your walk at a slow, but steady, pace.

Austin is busy this time of year, what with all the college students a month or so into their return for the fall semester. The bars they pass are full of drunk students on  full-weekend benders and loud music. Stupid decisions and disco lighting. Sometimes he’s glad he was able to avoid all that. Sometimes he misses having the option of making mistakes.

He clears his throat, “Where you from, darlin’?”

You smile, kicking a rock with the edge of your sneaker, “Oh, is it that obvious that I’m not a Texas girl?”

If the lack of the local accent and not recognizing you wasn’t enough, the way you held yourself would be the obvious give away to him– nervous, on-guard. He finds that people around here aren’t scared of being too loud or in the way of anyone or anything. It was plain to him that you couldn’t stand the idea of getting in anyone’s way.

“Kinda,” he chuckles.

You hesitate, looking away from him and to the uneven sidewalk below you both, like you’re trying to decide if you should lie to him or not.

“Seattle.”

That takes him by surprise, but he hopes it doesn’t show too much. What in the hell were you doing all the way down here?

So many questions left unanswered in the aftermath of you.

“Woah– long way from home, aren’t we?”

Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah— yeah, I am.”

Home, family seem to be sore topics for you. He makes a note to avoid it.

“Never been to Seattle. In fact, I’ve never left Texas.”

Your eyebrows lift. “Really? Washington’s beautiful.”

“Lotsa rain, I hear.”

You let out a breath of amusement, “You hear correctly. It's one of the only things I miss about it. Texas isn’t exactly known for its rain.”

He snorts, “No, it ain’t. But, you got yourself some today. Bet that was nice.”

You nod. It’s a few moments of comfortable silence before you speak again.

“You from around here?”

He nods once, pushing his hands even further into his pockets in embarrassment, “Lived in Austin my whole life.”

“Joel Miller, you’ve gotta get out of Texas,” you laugh.

You’re beautiful when you laugh. Your smile lights up your whole face like the sun as you throw your head back towards the dreary sky, eyes crinkled by the pull of your cheeks.

He sighs lightly, “Yeah, ‘spose I do.”

You seem to realize something as you do a quick scan of your surroundings before you look back at him with narrowed eyes and a playful smirk.

“Miller, where are we going,” you draw out.

“Nowhere,” he mimics your drawn out syllables, “Just walkin’.”

You hum, “Hm, and I don’t suppose that nowhere is in the general direction of my college campus and that you may be ‘just walkin’ ‘ me to my dorm like the Southern gentleman you are?”

He chuckles, bashfully scratching the back of his neck, “Maybe.”

You pause, look him up and down, and then sigh, “Thank you, Joel.”

“It’s no problem, sugar.”

He lets you take the lead now that you’re approaching the campus, slowing his steps so he could keep up with you. You scrunch your eyebrows at the ground below you and pucker your lips, opening your mouth and then closing it again. When Sarah does that, he calls her ‘fishy’. He desperately wants to tell you about her, but he finds himself once again fighting the urge so he doesn’t scare you off. Not yet, he tells himself.

You look up at him again, eyes wide and biting your bottom lip, “Why do you keep calling me that?”

He’s staring. He knows he’s staring at your mouth, but he can’t help it. They’re like a siren song he can’t resist. He can’t think straight when you’re next to him. 

He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts like an Etch-A-Sketch, “What?”

“‘Sugar’. Why do you keep calling me that?” You glance over at him, but quickly look back at the ground when you catch him staring at you. He can tell you’re flustered.

“Oh, well, I watched you pour three packets of sweetener in your tea like a maniac. So, I figured that was an appropriate nickname.”

You scoff, throwing your hands up in the air, a grin growing on your face, “Hey, that is a very appropriate amount of sweetener, thank you very much! I thought you Southerners adored your sweet tea.”

“Darlin’, if all us ‘Southerners’ drank three packets of sweetener with our iced tea, we would all be dying at a very young age.”

“Well then, I’ll die a very sugar-high and happy, young woman.”

He laughs– one of those real laughs that only his family can bring out of him. He can’t remember the last time he laughed like this in public.

“Y’know, if you’re gonna die young, sugar, I don’t know if it’s such a good idea that I do what I was about to do.”

You stop in front of the tall brick building in front of you, clicking your heels together, and playfully furrow your eyebrows again. You’ve reached your destination. This is goodbye. He doesn’t want it to be.

“And what were you about to do, Joel Miller?”

“Ask you on a date,” he smiles and you smirk, “But… if you’re planning on an early demise, darlin’, I don’t wanna get my heart broken.”

“And if I promised to cut back?” You’re approaching him quietly– two feet turning into almost chest-to-chest in a few agonizing seconds.

“Then, I’ll have to take you out to make sure you keep your promise– now, won’t I?”

He watches from the corner of his eye as you pull a piece of paper out of your hoodie pocket and stuff it in his own. The soft, fleeting feeling of your hand brushing his makes a shiver run down his spine. Your hand quickly retreats.

You look up at him with mischief in your eyes, “I guess you will.”

Before he can even blink or think or process, you're kissing his cheek with a tenderness he hasn’t felt in years– eyes closed and big grin plastered on your face. He knows he’s blushing; the heat is crawling up his face ruthlessly.

You pull away and start to walk toward your building. He lifts a hand to his face in hopes that you left something there, evidence that you were real, evidence that what just happened wasn’t a figment of his imagination. But all he can feel is his own stubble. He hopes it didn’t hurt your lips. Maybe he should shave when he gets home.

“Call me, Joel Miller,” you shout over your shoulder, grinning brightly.

“How,” he shouts back.

“Look in your pocket!” You point to your own in emphasis.

His eyebrows pull together as he pulls the paper out of his pocket and reads it. Ten digits sitting pretty in red at the top with your name sitting on the bottom, a heart colored in with purple highlighter drawn next to it.

He goes to tell you thank you, or declare something he’s not even sure of himself, but when he looks back up to the doors of your building, you’re gone. The only evidence that you were ever real sits in his hands like a promise.

He rushes home before his mom starts to worry about where he went. He can’t wait to tell her all about you.

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Ola Kaminski

Nicknames: Princess(Randy only), the coral snake

Age: 41

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde, sometimes half pink or pink streaks

Height: 5’2"

Birthplace: Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Occupation: Manager and Wrestler, also helps out younger talent

Best Friend: Randy Orton

Interests: Wrestling, Fashion, Hair, Huge Foodie

Brief Summary: Ola ran away when young, made her way to Texas and circumstances happened was adopted by Stone Cold Steve Austin. She was trained in dance and gymnastics so eventually, that translated into wrestling. Somehow joined Evolution and met Randy and it was messy from there on.....including a messy situation with Cody Rhodes during Legacy. Their relationship is marked by questionable choices and bad decisions because they're too stupid to admit their feelings.

Andromeda Bahr

Age: 35

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black

Height: 5’5"

Birthplace: St. Paul, Minnesota

Occupation: Seamstress, Spicy content creator

Best Friend: Randy Orton

Interests: Wrestling, fashion, makeup, writing, art

Brief Summary: Andromeda found her way to wrestling through her friends who needed some gear made and posting it online. Somehow, someway, Randy heard of her and reached out sparking their friendship and shoehorning her into the WWE ecosystem and being known as the seamstress who could get anything done in an emergency. Which was lucky for Cody Rhodes when his fell ill and needed someone to finish his gear for him. And maybe him stumbling on her extra source of income😉

Quinn Ambrose

Age: 36

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde

Height: 5’5"

Birthplace: Cincinnati, Ohio

Occupation: Wrestler

Best Friend: Jon Moxley(Dean Ambrose), Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns

Interests: Wrestling, art, food, coffee

Brief Summary: Quinn, being the younger sister of Jon Moxley, basically was destined to be a wrestler herself. Even if her brother disagreed with her choice. Throughout NXT she became friends with Seth, until she was called up to the main roster and the started a "rocky relationship" to say the least. That changed when Seth made his decision to chose himself and power over them, betraying not only Mox and Roman, but also her.

Odessa Hoernke

Age: 35

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black

Height: 5’6"

Birthplace: Green Bay, Wisconsin

Occupation: Personal Trainer

Best Friend: Nic Nemeth

Interests: Nutrition, Soccer, Writing, Reading

Brief Summary: Always was athletic growing up, she played soccer and got a scholarship for it. While in college decided that she had a passion of training others and found her way into it. Somehow, she found herself working in indie wresting promotions, helping out the talent when she met Drew McIntyre and her life wasn't the same since then. They had an on and off situation for years until Drew said he was leaving and couldn't have a relationship. Until she was employed by WWE as a personal trainer and, either fortunately or unfortunately, she runs back into a certain giant Scotsman.

Viola "Wella" Rozek

Nickname: Wella(given to her by Nic)

Age: 39

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: They/She

Eyes: Blue

Hair: ??? depends on the day

Height: 5’5"

Birthplace: Madison, Wisconsin

Occupation: Hairdresser

Best Friend: Natayla Neidhart, Randy Orton

Interests: Wrestling, fashion, makeup, art, hair, video games

Brief Summary: Wella as a kid always had wild hair colors and styles so they decided to make it their livelihood. Along the line, Nattie stopped in and they struck up a friendship and that opened their salon up to other WWE wrestlers and employees, notably Randy and eventually Nic Nemeth, or at the time Dolph Ziggler. Thankfully for Nic, Wella is able to save the disaster that was on his head in time for his match and it was grew from there.

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Don't Miss Out! Early Detection Breast Cancer Fundraiser October 10th!

Don't Miss Out! Early Detection Breast Cancer Fundraiser October 10th! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17siamOU4Cg As you probably know, October is breast cancer awareness month, and this cause is near and dear to my heart. Despite knowing many women who have been affected by breast cancer, many women put off getting screenings, finding the process inconvenient, expensive, and often incomplete, especially for women with dense breast tissue or implants. For those without insurance, it’s even more of a barrier, with costs reaching up to $600 for an exam. That’s where this event invitation comes in. I'm hosting an event this Thursday, with a goal of raising enough money to cover screenings for women in need, helping them access these life-saving tests at no cost. The more we raise, the more women we can support. Join Us at the "Paint the Town Pink" Fundraiser for Breast Cancer Screenings! 🎀 October 10th from 4-8 PM at Irene’s in Austin. Together, we’re raising funds to provide free breast cancer screenings for women in need through HerScan, a mobile sonography service that brings affordable and accessible exams right to our community. 📍 Event Location: Irene’s, 506 West Ave, Austin, TX 🎟 When: October 10th, 4-8 PM 🎀 Wear: Get into the cause and wear pink! A portion of the restaurant and bar sales will go to pay for cancer screenings- as well as proceeds from the vendor sales and silent auction! Can't attend on Thursday? You can still click this link to bid on the auction items. We have jewelry, salons, bags, and more! EVERY DOLLAR FROM THE SILENT AUCTION GOES TO PAY FOR CANCER SCREENINGS! SHOP FOR A CAUSE! Help spread the word—together, we can empower women to take charge of their health! 💖 Every $295 we raise covers the cost of one woman’s breast screening—help us reach our goal by attending, bidding in our silent auction, or donating! Let’s make a difference together. Silent Auction and Vendors: We have over a dozen pop up shops, vendors and silent auction donations that will be helping raise money for screenings. The more you shop, the more $$ we raise, and the more women we can help. Think of it as early holiday shopping for a cause! Vendors include: Massages, Vintage and Resale clothes, Blow out Bar, Hair Salons, Jewelry and more: (see flyer for participants, more are being added daily!) Can't make the event but want to make a donation? Click here and DONATE NOW! INTERESTED IN THE SILENT AUCTION ITEMS? KENDRA SCOTT, HAWLEY TRUCKER HATS, PERMANENT JEWELRY AND MORE! BID REMOTELY, NO NEED TO BE PRESENT TO BID OR WIN! If you or anyone you know needs a screening, HerScan will be conducting exams from 9 AM to 4 PM at our office on October 10th. You can book your appointment now via this link. Best regards, Jen Martin, Salma Manzur, and Hannah Allen "Paint the Town Pink" Event Organizers via Living in Austin- with Kids! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6qyI413G9IaSi0o_MmTQJw October 08, 2024 at 02:18AM

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Mastering Local SEO: Tips for Business Success

Local SEO is essential for businesses that want to attract customers from their local area. It involves optimizing your online presence to increase visibility in local search results, which can significantly boost your business. Here, Mastering Local SEO: Tips For Business Success we'll explore some effective tips for mastering local SEO and achieving business success.

Understanding Local SEO

Local SEO focuses on optimizing a business's online presence to attract more customers from relevant local searches. These searches can include queries with geo-specific keywords, such as "restaurants near me" or "best hair salon in [city]." When done correctly, local SEO can improve a business's visibility on search engines, particularly for users in the vicinity.

Claim and Optimize Your Google My Business Listing

One of the most critical steps in local SEO is claiming and optimizing your Google My Business (GMB) listing. GMB is a free tool that allows businesses to manage their online presence across Google, including Search and Maps.

Claim Your Listing: Ensure your business is listed on GMB and claim it if you haven't already. This process involves verifying your business, which can be done through a phone call, email, or postcard.

Complete Your Profile: Fill out all the information fields in your GMB profile. This includes your business name, address, phone number, website, hours of operation, and a brief description. Be as detailed and accurate as possible.

Add Photos and Videos: Upload high-quality photos and videos of your business. Visual content helps attract potential customers and gives them a sense of what to expect.

Encourage Reviews: Positive reviews can significantly impact your local SEO. Encourage satisfied customers to leave reviews on your GMB listing. Respond to reviews promptly, whether they are positive or negative.

Optimize Your Website for Local SEO

Your website plays a crucial role in your local SEO strategy. Optimizing it for local searches can help improve your visibility and attract more local customers.

Include Location-Based Keywords: Use location-based keywords throughout your website. Incorporate these keywords in your titles, meta descriptions, headers, and content. For example, if you run a bakery in Austin, include phrases like "Austin bakery" and "best bakery in Austin."

Create Local Content: Develop content that resonates with your local audience. This can include blog posts about local events, news, or community activities. Local content helps establish your business as a local authority and improves your chances of ranking in local search results.

Ensure Mobile-Friendliness: Many local searches are conducted on mobile devices. Ensure your website is mobile-friendly and provides a seamless user experience across all devices. A mobile-responsive site not only improves user experience but also positively impacts your search rankings.

Optimize for Voice Search: With the rise of voice assistants like Siri and Alexa, optimizing for voice search is becoming increasingly important. Focus on natural language and conversational keywords that people are likely to use in voice searches.

Leverage Local Citations and Listings

Local citations are online mentions of your business name, address, and phone number (NAP) on various websites and directories. Consistent and accurate citations can enhance your local SEO efforts.

Consistent NAP Information: Ensure your NAP information is consistent across all online platforms. Inconsistencies can confuse search engines and harm your local SEO efforts.

List Your Business in Local Directories: Submit your business to reputable local directories such as Yelp, Yellow Pages, and industry-specific directories. This helps increase your online visibility and build local backlinks.

Monitor and Update Listings: Regularly monitor your business listings to ensure they are up-to-date. Update any changes in your business information, such as a change in address or phone number.

Build Local Backlinks

Backlinks from authoritative local websites can boost your local SEO. These links signal to search engines that your business is trusted and relevant in the local community.

Partner with Local Influencers: Collaborate with local influencers, bloggers, or community leaders to create content that links back to your website. This can include guest blog posts, interviews, or features.

Get Involved in Local Events: Sponsor or participate in local events, charities, or community activities. These events often generate online coverage, providing opportunities for backlinks.

Engage with Local Media: Reach out to local newspapers, radio stations, and online publications. Share newsworthy stories about your business, such as new product launches or community initiatives, to earn media coverage and backlinks.

Utilize Social Media for Local Engagement

Social media platforms are valuable tools for engaging with your local audience and enhancing your local SEO.

Create Local Content: Share content that is relevant to your local audience. This can include updates about your business, local news, events, and promotions.

Engage with Followers: Respond to comments, messages, and reviews on your social media profiles. Engaging with your audience helps build a loyal customer base and encourages word-of-mouth referrals.

Use Location Tags: When posting on platforms like Instagram and Facebook, use location tags to increase your visibility among local users.

Monitor and Analyze Your Local SEO Performance

Regularly monitoring and analyzing your local SEO performance is essential for continuous improvement.

Use Google Analytics: Set up Google Analytics to track your website's traffic and performance. Pay attention to metrics such as organic search traffic, bounce rate, and user behavior.

Monitor GMB Insights: Google My Business provides insights into how customers find your listing, their actions, and other valuable data. Use this information to optimize your GMB profile and improve your local SEO.

Track Local Rankings: Use tools like Moz Local, BrightLocal, or SEMrush to track your local search rankings. These tools provide insights into your rankings for specific keywords and locations.

Adjust Your Strategy: Based on your performance data, make necessary adjustments to your local SEO strategy. This can include updating your keywords, improving your website content, or enhancing your GMB profile.

Foster Local Customer Relationships

Building strong relationships with your local customers is crucial for long-term success in local SEO.

Provide Excellent Customer Service: Exceptional customer service can lead to positive reviews, repeat business, and word-of-mouth referrals. Train your staff to prioritize customer satisfaction.

Create Loyalty Programs: Implement loyalty programs to reward repeat customers. This encourages customer retention and increases the likelihood of positive reviews.

Engage with the Community: Get involved in local community activities and events. Sponsor local sports teams, participate in charity events, or host community gatherings. Active community involvement enhances your brand's local presence.

Stay Updated with Local SEO Trends

Local SEO is constantly evolving, and staying updated with the latest trends and best practices is essential.

Follow Industry Blogs and Forums: Stay informed by following industry blogs, forums, and social media groups. Websites like Moz, Search Engine Journal, and BrightLocal regularly publish updates and insights on local SEO.

Attend SEO Conferences and Webinars: Participate in SEO conferences, webinars, and workshops. These events provide opportunities to learn from industry experts and network with other professionals.

Experiment and Adapt: Continuously experiment with different strategies and tactics. What works for one business may not work for another, so be open to trying new approaches and adapting your strategy accordingly.

Conclusion

Mastering local SEO requires a comprehensive approach that involves optimizing your online presence, Mastering Local SEO: Tips For Business Success engaging with your local community, and staying updated with industry trends. By following these tips, you can improve your local search rankings, attract more local customers, and achieve business success. Remember, local SEO is an ongoing process that requires consistent effort and adaptation to changing algorithms and user behaviors. Stay proactive, monitor your performance, and make necessary adjustments to stay ahead of the competition.

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In the competitive world of beauty and personal care, having a targeted and comprehensive contact list can make all the difference for businesses aiming to market their products and services effectively. The USA Hair Salons Email List provided by DataScrapingServices.com offers an invaluable resource for businesses looking to connect with hair salons across the country. This list is meticulously curated to include a wide array of data fields, ensuring that marketing campaigns are both efficient and impactful.

List of Data Fields

The USA Hair Salons Email List encompasses a variety of data fields, each designed to provide a complete picture of the potential customer base. These fields include:

- Salon Name: The official name of the hair salon.

- Owner/Manager Name: Key contact person in the salon.

- Email Address: Direct email for marketing communication.

- Phone Number: Contact number for follow-up calls.

- Physical Address: Location details for targeted regional marketing.

- Website URL: Salon's online presence for better understanding their services.

- Services Offered: Specific hair care services provided, such as cuts, coloring, treatments, etc.

- Customer Reviews and Ratings: Insight into the salon's reputation and customer satisfaction.

- Operating Hours: Business hours for optimized communication timing.

Benefits of USA Hair Salons Email List

Targeted Marketing Campaigns: With a detailed and segmented email list, businesses can craft highly targeted marketing campaigns. Knowing specific details about the services offered and the salon’s location allows for personalized marketing messages that resonate more deeply with potential clients.

Increased Engagement and Conversion Rates: A well-curated email list enhances the chances of engagement and conversion. By reaching out to the right people with relevant content, businesses can increase their open and click-through rates. Personalized emails that address the specific needs of the salons are more likely to result in positive responses and increased sales.

Cost-Effective Marketing: Email marketing remains one of the most cost-effective strategies available. By utilizing the USA Hair Salons Email List, businesses can save on advertising costs while achieving a high return on investment. The ability to target specific salons means that marketing budgets are used more efficiently, focusing on those most likely to convert.

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Best Salon For Color Highlights In Austin TX for Trendy Color Highlights

Looking for the Best Salon For Color Highlights in Austin TX? Transform your look with stunning balayage or trendy highlights at Austin’s top salons. Whether you're going for a short haircut bob pixie or a bold new color, the best balayage colorists in Austin TX are here to bring your vision to life. Get that perfect mix of style and color at the best salon in Austin TX! ✨ Book your appointment today and shine with confidence! ✨ Visit: https://theoryhairsalon.com/color-highlight

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Your Destination for the Best Layer Hairstyles in Austin!

Looking for the best hair salon for long layers in Austin? Look no further than Capelli Salon! Our expert stylists specialize in creating stunning long-layered hairstyles that complement your unique look. Experience top-notch service and walk out feeling fabulous with the perfect long layers at Capelli Salon. For more information visit the blog:https://besthairextensionsdallas.blogspot.com/2023/12/discover-capelli-salon-the-premier-destination-for-perfect-long-layer-in-austin.html.

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Are you in search of the best color highlights in Austin TX? Theory Hair Salon specializes in women color touch up, color correction, color matching, color blend, grey blending, balayage, natural highlight, lowlights, and more. For details visit: https://theoryhairsalon.com/color-highlight

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Best Barbers for Men’s Haircuts: Top-Rated Barber Shops in 2023

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Getting a great haircut is essential for any man who wants to look and feel his best. But with so many barbers out there, it can be tough to know where to start. That’s why we’ve compiled a list of the best barbers for men’s haircuts in major cities across the country.

What to Look for in a Barber

When choosing a barber, there are a few things you should keep in mind:

Experience: Look for a barber with several years of experience cutting men’s hair. This will ensure that they know how to work with all hair types and styles.

Reputation: Read online reviews and ask friends and family for recommendations. This is a great way to get a sense of a barber’s skills and customer service.

Price: Barber prices vary depending on the location and experience of the barber. Be sure to set a budget before you go in.

Top-Rated Barber Shops in Major Cities

Here are a few of the top-rated barber shops in major cities across the country:

New York City: Blind Barber, Fellow Barber, The Barber Shop NYC

Los Angeles: Fellow Barber, The Blind Barber, Johnny’s Chop Shop

Chicago: Fellow Barber, The Barber’s Chair, Schorem Haarsnijderij

San Francisco: Fellow Barber, Tony’s Barber Shop, Rudy’s Barber Shop

Austin: Blind Barber, Fellow Barber, The Roosters Men’s Grooming Lounge

How to Find the Best Barber for You

Once you’ve narrowed down your options to a few different barbers, it’s time to start scheduling appointments. Here are a few tips for finding the best barber for you:

Read online reviews: This is a great way to get a sense of a barber’s skills and customer service. Look for reviews that mention specific hairstyles and services.

Ask friends and family for recommendations: If you know anyone who gets a great haircut, ask them for the name of their barber.

Look for barbers who specialize in your hair type and style: If you have curly hair, for example, you’ll want to find a barber who specializes in cutting curly hair.

Schedule a consultation: Once you’ve found a few barbers that you’re interested in, schedule a consultation. This will give you a chance to meet the barber and discuss your hair goals.

Conclusion

Finding the best barber for your needs can take some time and effort, but it’s worth it in the end. A great barber can give you the haircut that you need to look and feel your best.

Additional Tips for Getting a Great Men’s Haircut

Be specific with your barber: Let your barber know exactly what you’re looking for in a haircut. Bring in pictures of hairstyles that you like, or simply describe the look that you’re going for.

Don’t be afraid to ask for advice: If you’re not sure what hairstyle would look best on you, ask your barber for advice. They can help you choose a hairstyle that flatters your face shape and hair type.

Be patient: It takes time to get a great haircut. Don’t expect to be in and out of the barber shop in 15 minutes. Your barber will take the time to make sure that your haircut is perfect.

By following these tips, you can find the best barber for your needs and get the haircut that you’ve always wanted.

To know more about the “mens haircut” and “best hair cutting salon in Milton”, we recommend you to visit the Men Zone Barbershop, as it is the best barber shop to get barbering services in Canada.

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Best Passion Twist Hairstyle in Texas

Texas is known for its big hair and big style, and one of the hottest trends sweeping the Lone Star State is the Passion Twist hairstyle. This chic and versatile look has taken Texas by storm, and it's easy to see why. If you're in search of the best Passion Twist hairstyle in Texas, look no further. In this blog, we'll explore why this hairstyle is so popular in the state and where you can get the perfect Passion Twists to rock the Texas fashion scene.

Why Passion Twists Are the Talk of Texas

Low Maintenance: Texas is known for its scorching summers, and a hairstyle that can withstand the heat is a must. Passion Twists are not only stylish but also low maintenance, making them perfect for the Texan climate. You can enjoy the outdoors without worrying about your hair frizzing out of control.

Versatility: Whether you're two-stepping in a country bar or attending a fancy gala in Dallas, Passion Twists fit any occasion. They can be styled into various updos, ponytails, or left flowing freely. This versatility ensures you look fabulous no matter where you go.

Durability: Texans are known for their rugged spirit, and they appreciate a hairstyle that can keep up with their active lifestyle. Passion Twists are known for their durability and can last for several weeks with proper care. This means you can spend more time enjoying your adventures and less time fussing over your hair.

Where to Get the Best Passion Twist Hairstyle in Texas

Now that you're convinced that Passion Twists are the way to go in Texas, you're probably wondering where to get them done right. Look for salons and stylists who specialize in protective styles like Passion Twists. Some of the major cities in Texas, like Houston, Dallas, and Austin, are hubs for top-notch hair stylists who excel in this trend.

Before choosing a stylist, make sure to:

Check their portfolio: Look for photos of their previous Passion Twist work to ensure they can deliver the style you desire.

Read reviews: Reviews and testimonials from previous clients can give you insight into the quality of service and customer satisfaction.

Consultation: Schedule a consultation to discuss your preferences, hair type, and any questions or concerns you may have.

In Texas, the Passion Twist hairstyle is more than just a fashion statement; it's a way of life. Its low maintenance, versatility, and durability make it the ideal choice for Texans who want to look great while conquering the Lone Star State. So, if you're in Texas and looking to embrace this trendy hairstyle, find a skilled stylist who can help you achieve the perfect Passion Twist look that suits your Texan spirit and style.

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Top Reasons to Choose an Extension Hairstylist for Gorgeous, Seamless Hair

Most people who have considered getting hair extensions want to achieve a natural, flawless look that enhances their features without being too obvious. This is where an expert extension hairstylist comes in – a professional who specializes in creating seamless, gorgeous hair that looks and feels like your own.

What sets an extension hairstylist apart from a regular hairstylist is their specialized knowledge and techniques involved in matching extensions to your natural hair. They understand the importance of color matching, texture blending, and weight distribution to create a look that is undetectable from your natural hair. With an extension hairstylist, you can rest assured that your extensions will be carefully selected and applied to complement your hair's natural characteristics, ensuring a flawless finish.

The benefits of working with a skilled extension hairstylist are numerous. For one, they possess the precision and expertise to blend your extensions with your natural hair, creating a seamless transition that is almost impossible to detect. They also know exactly how to cut and style your extensions to match your natural hair's movement and flow, giving you a natural, effortless look. Moreover, a skilled extension hairstylist will provide you with personalized maintenance tips and tricks to keep your extensions looking their best, ensuring that your investment lasts for months to come.

If you're looking for a top-notch extension hairstylist in Austin, look no further than Amandaj.Arts. With years of experience and a passion for creating stunning, natural-looking hair, I am dedicated to delivering the best results for my clients. My approach is centered around understanding your unique hair goals and preferences, and using my expertise to bring them to life. Whether you're looking for a subtle enhancement or a dramatic transformation, I am committed to providing you with exceptional service and unparalleled results.

To sum up, choosing an Extension Hairstylist is the key to achieving gorgeous, seamless hair that exceeds your expectations. By working with a professional who specializes in hair extensions, you can trust that you'll receive personalized attention, expert techniques, and breathtaking results. If you're ready to take your hair to the next level, I invite you to visit Amandaj.Arts and experience the difference for yourself. Visit our website: https://www.amandajarts.com/ to book an appointment or learn more about our services. Our salon is located at 2708 S Lamar Blvd #100B, Austin, TX 78704, United States.