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I wanted to know if planned parenthood is like the only place to get an abortion not because I’m looking for an abortion but just cuz whenever I see people being anti abortion they always exclusively mention planned parenthood which makes me wonder if it’s like the only facility that offers the service or if there’s other abortion clinics or if you can go to the hospital for that in a state where it’s legal so I googled it but all the results were informative pages from planned parenthood and also I feel like just searching that in the state of texas put me on some kind of list
#I do think it’s funny that people think planned parenthood only does abortions and nothing else#like the name is just a really funny haha ain’t no parenthood’s being planned here at all#living in Texas is interesting#maybe it’s just the area I live in#shortly after that whole thing happened I noticed a lot more pro choice billboards around#used to be one right near my neighborhood#also I heard you can get HRT at planned parenthood#there’s one not too far from work I might take a looksie#drove by once and saw what looked like Amish women kneeling on the lawn#I don’t know if Texas has an Amish population though#my Google search history:#can you get abortions from somewhere other than planned parenthood#&#are there Amish communities in Texas
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every time i see a “will solace would use guns, he’s TEXAN” post i just automatically assume the post author a) doesn’t live in america or b) isn’t texan, because will solace would hate guns BECAUSE he’s from texas…and just in general?
#came back from the dead (sorry. mcat.) because this was pissing me off#i live in texas and these gun hcs just get on my nerves at this point#a TEXAN HIGH SCHOOLER would probably not find guns cool#especially will solace who has already seen and dealt with so much senseless violence#the connotation guns have in tx among students …yeah no he isn’t ever picking one up out of interest#will solace#will solace pjo#rrverse#pjo#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus#hoo#pjo hoo toa
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im rambling and its not very exciting😗
i dont rly post my opinions on Serious Matters as much as i used to, mostly bc ive chilled out and found its a lot less stressful to talk about that stuff with people irl. but also because i have very few opinions that arent subject to change if i encounter new information or whatever. but idk, i find that online opinions kinda get treated as if they’re posted as “100% true thing that i will stand by and believe no matter what�� and so people who disagree will come at you with that same amount of, uh, passion. and, at least for me, that kinda interaction gets my back up and i can feel myself caring more about defending myself than about whats actually being said. i am just very bad at anything that feels like conflict. ive found things are more amicable in person because the other person knows me and my tone of voice and facial expressions are not saying “this is what i think so get fucked” like i worry a lot of my posts do🥴
#that long post ive reblogged a couple of times today got me Thinking bc theres some really interesting and civil replies#i dont really have a lot to weigh in on it considering its about american men and i am a welsh woman#i showed it to my boyf who lived in texas a few years ago and had a v interesting convo about it#and i considered posting Something about that convo but yeah im just not a person who needs to talk on it lol
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I hath come to humbly ask thee for Texas hc’s 👁️👁️
*do not feel forced or rushed to answer this!!*
It's not been almost a whole day, I don't know what your on about. Seriously though sorry this is late, I wanted to get it done yesterday but sadly I do have a friend who also likes hockey so, anyway ENJOY!!!
Texas-
He can sing and play the guitar really well
Big ol’ stargazer, was very sad when he realized that the StateHouse wasn’t in the best location to stargaze
He doesn’t agree with a lot of what happens in his state, not that he has much of a choice but if asked in private he makes his opinion pretty known
Will occasionally drink a glass of oil, yea know, for the funnies, the other states are absolutely disgusted, even the ones with oil drilling
He’s never actually done drugs, like it was very tempting at one point but he never actually tried it and doesn’t plan too
Owns a dirt bike and bought a few other southern states one as well to do races
He’s smart, but specifically the stupid kind of smart, the kind of smart that got a super collider built but dumb enough to not be able to convince the government to keep throwing money into the project (this is real, this did happen and I love it so much it’s so interesting)
Manipulative bastard (affectionate??)
He doesn’t always dress like he’s a cowboy from the deep south, he actually has a lot of what the NE states call “normal people clothes”, he just prefers to dress like what he is, a gay cowboy
Whore (affectionate)
Was the one who started the southern Minecraft server, mainly so he could bomb Oklahomo legally
#welcome to the table#welcome to the statehouse#wttt#wttt texas#wttsh texas#i know it aint a lot#i unfortunately think im running out of ideas for him#which is sad cause i actually think texas as a character is interesting#hell texas the state is interesting#so it kinda sucks#but it was still fun to do this#i wish i knew more about the state of texas#cause that would probably help when doing hcs#like a quick history lesson for any of the states would help#but especially those in the south#since i am but a wee northerner#i mean nj is pretty southern in the south of the state#but i dont live there#so i am clueless#lolz XD
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I hazed myself months ago and signed up to write WAY too many postcards to voters before the election. I told myself I couldn’t work on my fics today until I wrote 50. If you’re in the US, make sure to make a plan to vote!
I also made a bet that if Texas goes blue I’d get a RWRB tattoo and I figured I should do my part
#I do not live in Texas#but I have#and I have a vested interest in turning Texas blue#LET ME HOPE that one day it’ll happen#a gworl can dream#kj speaks
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unfortunately, worse than being america centric and assuming everyone is american, i am east coast centric where i assume not only that everyone lives in america but that everyone specifically lives on the east coast in my time zone.
#only after being explicitly made aware of our time zone differences will i understand where people are.#people of different ethnicities that are listed in their bio i just assume are immigrants into eastern standard time#“lebanese” omg interesting you live in new jersey to me#“latina” congrats you are living in cuba i mean miami#“european” that is great you get to pick between new hampshire and like virginia or nc#the west coast isn't real LA is not a real place#maybe the one exception is like texas but cutting it close#i have been to almost 30 countries in my short lifetime and still have this stupid ass sense of eastcoast centricity#alas#.whispers from the void
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This Christmas I made gingerbread cookies for the first time ever! They turned out great!!!
I used this recipe, and I was like 'surely this is too much molasses????' but no, it was the exact correct amount of molasses, they were soft and flavorful and just delightful
(I have been using this woman's recipes since high school and they have worked perfectly literally every time. Like how??)
I'm definitely gonna try and make them again next year!
Bonus: here's the ornaments I made for my coworkers! The cookie one is what reminded me I'd been wanting to try gingerbread! :)
#the texas cookie is because my parents own a texas cookie cutter from when they lived in texas before i was born#and im a big believer in making people's lives more surreal lmao#lori chat#food#here you also see the woodland pattern on the corelle plates i grew up with that coordinate with the woodland pattern on pyrex dishes-#-which is why my mother got a matching vintage pyrex bowl for christams a year or two ago#i am grateful the pyrex special interest has largely passed but the knowledge stays with me lmaoooo#ANYWAYS happy holidays hahaha
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literally want to curl up into a ball because i can't decide on a grad school/library science program.
#everyone says as long as it's accredited go for the cheapest option#but texas has THREE library schools and so the job market is saturated with students from those programs#so it's kind of hard to stand out#but if i go out of state it's significantly more expensive#the only program i'm actually interested in from my state is ut austin but they only have in person classes#and i can't afford to live in austin#and the out of state programs that are affordable i can't tell if they'd actually be good programs or not#i don't know what to DO#makilah.txt
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my dad like to try to make me guess the names of celebrities and like i dont know quite a lot of them because idgaf about like 90% of the shot he watches but i admit its 100% funnier when i DO know but bring up either their most OBSCURE role or something hyper specific from usually supernatural/greys anatomy/criminal minds/my babysitter's a vampire
example: my dad was watching the quantum leap tv show and i walked out and GASPED really loudly and went "OH MY FUCKING GOD THATS JESSE FROM MY BABYSITTER'S A VAMPIRE"
#also when we watched supergirl i gasped when i saw jesse rath and said THATS HOTTIE HO TEP FROM MBAV#and#its really funny knowing weird shot bc of my special interests that aren't 100% related to them#like when my grandma was watching the walking dead and eugene started talking and i said he's 100% from texas'' and she tried to be like#'oh yeah? how'd you know that??' and right as i was about to explain HE SAID HE'S FROM DALLAS FUCKIN TEXAS and i scream I TOLDD YOU#and anyways i knew he was from texas bc he talked like jensen ackles how else would i know we live in fucking california#anyways my trivia is wide ranged and hyper specific in ways that baffles my family i've got trivia about a lot of media from the past 60 or#so years and it AMAZES them my grandpa especially loved watching movies with me bc he like the running commentary i could give
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actually yeah joel being ex-military is. very interesting here. cause in the game it makes sense as an explanation for why hes so good with the guns that make up most of the gameplay the mc of a fps being military is almost a given but here as just like. a narrative chunk. it Only stands as an ideological choice not a practical one, and so while tlou game is always on some level about a man and a girl fighting through the shroomzombie apocalypse the show Has to start out being about an incredibly mentally ill veteran trying to speedrun every trauma response he can conceptualize in the social context of a violent military-controlled state that still uses the national flag of the army he was in
#also its interesting how the casting changed the earlier period from a white american veteran and his daughter living in the south#to a latino working-class single father and his black daughter living in suburban texas with white evangelical neighbors#like to a certain extent that bumper sticker was probably for protection#tlou show lb
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I want a cookie based on cloudberries
#not sure where they’d be from#at first you’d think Hollyberry kingdom since “berry”’s in the name#but also cloudberries only grow in extremely cold environments like Scandinavia Canada Alaska and Russia#which is more befitting of the Dark Cacao kingdom#also apparently they’re only foraged not grown by farmers#so that I feel like would put it more closer to Dark Cacao?#but maybe that doesn’t really matter#I dunno maybe the cookie could have ties to both#like their family being from the Hollyberry kingdom but they grew up in the Dark Cacao kingdom#also cloudberries are like super rare bc of how exclusively they’re found and where#so I feel like the cookie would be at least an Epic#I dunno I’ve seen pictures of cloudberries and I thought they’d make an interesting cookie#also I want to try them#but I live in Texas so…#cookie run#cookie run oc#I guess? It’s more just be speculating#not sure I’d ever draw them or anything#random stuff#cloudberry
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I hate that travel is so expensive it's awful
#like. idk i grew up traveling#not flying but like. we had a large tent and wed go out for a couple weeks and just camp around#and then we got a (used) pop-up camper and wed go on almost 3 week long roadtrips hitting national parks and cool areas#which ik isnt everyones way to vacation but we all loved it#ive been to almost all 50 states now#and its fucking hard to get out of south texas to go anywhere its like over 12 hours from where i live to oklahoma or NM#and we can generally keep food in our camper which cuts back on costs if we cook the majority of meals (with 5+ ppl)#and we have camping gear and expenses which im not counting in costs but do count towards the trip#and that its usually during summer and my father (then unemployed) and my mother was able to get all those days off to do these trips#but like. idk#if you have the chance to travel you should#i live in texas#and [redacted city] which is a small city but generations of families live here and DONT#- LEAVE EVER (its a little culty but eh) and soooo many ppl dont ever leave texas#bc its hard#and its easier to get to other states if you live in like. tge northeast us or europe or whatever#but there are so many cool and pretty and interesting places for whatever youre interests are#idk#small rant ig#also gas prices#crazy in some places im used to like. less than $3 a gallon so anything above like. $4 is crazy to me#one good thing about south texas ???#nightjay blogging
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I will not write 15 poems at 1 am I will not write 15 vignettes at 1 am I will not wax poetic at 1 am I will control my randomly insightful thoughts I will not be writing anything it is too late I need to go to sleep the fucking POEMS-
#thinking about. how interesting humans are. and philosophy#and also how I think it’s kinda funny but also kinda fitting that the thing that makes humans human is cooking#and also also how interesting it is how I’m not even born in Texas but Texas is my birthplace i have lived here it runs through my veins-#somebody shut me down before I stay up til 5#who would I literally ever show them to either they would literally just sit in the back of my notes for ages
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I am also fascinated by the stories we tell as local urban legends that turn out to seemingly exist in every community. Warning for mention of hypothetical child death here but when I was a kid, my dad told me about these train tracks in San Antonio. He said that a school bus got stuck on the tracks and hit by a train, and that the tracks were no longer in use, but you could go and park your car on them and if you put flour all on the back of your car, you’d feel the car move and when you got out to check you’d see handprints left in the flour. Which that story FUCKED ME UP as a kid I was obsessed with it, I told it to everyone I knew, I wanted to move here so badly just to see these haunted train tracks. As an adult now I’ve seen this same story attributed to train tracks in Houston texas, as well as many towns and states all across the country, likely outside of it as well. It’s likely rooted in a single instance that did really take place but probably not as near constant as how wide spread it is makes it seem. Unless we’ve had really really shitty bus and train track protocols and kept making the same fuck up for several decades all over the country. Which isn’t too hard to believe but y know
#child death tw#sorry I just find this stuff SO interesting#this story really stuck with me as a kid I was obsessed with it#I love finding local legends and stuff like that#I live a few hours from the goat man bridge#my friends and I drive through San Marcos often and apparently that place has ghosts#my friend asked if we should be concerned about the ghost of a confederate soldier who is said to haunt an area we often pass by#and I’m like well probably not. I mean. who would win#one living multi racial friend group. or one dead confeddy loser who clearly lost both the battle and the war#San Antonio has some sick ass haunted hotels#I am in fact in love with the one that used to be a hospital#next time I’m in HEB I should pick up that haunted Texas magazine it’s always available#I don’t even really believe ghosts exist 100%#but I love the stories that come from them
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Little life
Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin has always been the centre of attention, but behind the cocky aviator façade, he cherishes quiet nights at home with his pregnant wife, Y/N, as they navigate love, routine, and a life the squad knows nothing about.
Warning: This fic contains fluff, pregnancy themes, and light teasing romance.
Word count: 1068 words
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader
English is not my first language so I apologies for mistakes
Part 2 Part 3
Jake Seresin was a man who always seemed to attract attention. With his easy charm and cocky grin, women flocked to him the moment they laid eyes on him. It happened every time—at the bar, after missions, during social events. The second a woman saw him, they’d saunter over, usually with a flirtatious smile, batting their lashes, asking him to buy them a drink.
And every time, without fail, Jake turned them down.
It confused the entire Dagger squad. They’d tease him relentlessly about it, nudging him with raised brows and playful smirks, wondering why someone like him—someone who had the looks, the swagger, the perfect call sign—never took the bait. They couldn’t figure him out. To them, Jake seemed like the type to indulge in a little fun, to soak up the attention and enjoy the benefits of being the golden boy.
But Jake wasn’t interested.
Not anymore.
Because the truth was, when Jake wasn’t flying missions or teasing his teammates, he was at home in Texas, living a life no one suspected. He had a routine, a life outside of the cocky, brash aviator persona he wore like a second skin.
That life began with you.
You sat at your desk, soft lighting casting a warm glow over your latest manuscript. The smell of ink and freshly brewed tea hung in the air, and the quiet hum of a summer night filtered through the open window. You were three months pregnant now, the couple married for a month now, and the bump had just started to show beneath your oversized sweater, a fact Jake never missed when he was home.
He sat nearby, like always, in his favourite armchair. His legs stretched out casually, one arm slung over the back, while the other held a half-empty glass of whiskey. His eyes weren’t on the drink, though—they were on you, as they always were.
You highlighted another line in your manuscript, frowning a little as you moved the neon marker across the page. The ruler in your hand—one you used to make sure your lines were perfectly straight—had gotten a little too stained with colour, and without thinking, you reached out and wiped the edge of the ruler off on Jake’s hand.
He chuckled, low and warm, shaking his head in amusement. “You know, sweetheart, there are other ways to clean that thing. Ever heard of tissues?”
You glanced at him, giving a half-smile as you continued working. “Maybe. But I prefer you.”
That made him grin wider. “Lucky me, then.”
It had become a sort of routine for the two of you, especially now that you were pregnant and he was often gone on missions. When he was home, though, there was no place Jake would rather be than right here, with you, basking in the quiet moments. To anyone else, he was “Hangman”—the sharp-tongued aviator with an ego the size of Texas itself. But with you, he was just Jake, the man who found peace in the most mundane of moments.
He loved watching you work. The way your brow would furrow in concentration, how you’d absentmindedly tuck your hair behind your ear, or bite your lip when you were thinking through a tricky plot point. Jake would tease you for your little quirks, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on the top of your head when he couldn’t resist anymore.
“Need any help there, author of mine?” he’d ask, his voice teasing but soft.
You’d roll your eyes in response, but your smile always gave you away. “I think I’ve got it covered, flyboy.”
Jake would laugh and go back to his drink, but you knew he liked being part of your world like this. When you’d first met, you had been a rising star in the literary world, already on your way to becoming a bestselling author. You were about to turn 20 in a couple weeks just before you wandered into 27 year old Jakes life. Jake never made a big deal about it, though he’d brag quietly to himself every time he saw one of your books displayed in airport bookstores. No one in the squad had any idea who you were, much less that you and Jake were married. And he liked it that way. He liked keeping this part of his life private, away from the chaos of the outside world.
With you, everything was simpler. Real.
Jake loved you in ways no one ever saw. He loved you in the stolen kisses between your sentences, in the lazy mornings in bed when you pressed your nose against his chest, in the quiet I love you’s whispered as he pulled you close late at night. You were his world—everything else was just noise.
As you finished another page, you sighed softly, stretching your arms above your head. Jake’s gaze was on you in an instant, taking in the slight curve of your stomach, his eyes filled with warmth and pride. He got up from his chair and moved behind you, his large hands coming to rest on your shoulders, gently kneading away the tension that had built up from hours of working.
“Time to take a break, darlin’,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.
You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment. “Just a little longer. I’m almost done.”
Jake let out a soft laugh, low and teasing. “That’s what you said an hour ago.”
You smiled, but your body relaxed under his hands. You couldn’t deny that the warmth of his touch and the quiet affection in his voice had a way of making you forget the world for a while.
“Alright, alright,” you relented, setting your highlighter down. “But only because you’re so persuasive.”
Jake grinned, pressing a kiss to your neck before straightening up. He turned your chair around so you were facing him, his hands on either side of the armrests, caging you in. His eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint he always had when he was about to say something that would make your heart race.
“Darlin’, I don’t need to be persuasive,” he drawled, his Southern accent thick and smooth. “I’m your favourite distraction, remember?”
You laughed, shaking your head as he leaned in closer. “You’re impossible, Jake.”
“And you love me for it,” he said, his lips brushing against yours before kissing you softly, his hand resting on your belly, feeling the life growing inside you.
And he was right, even though he was nearly seven years older—you did love him for it.
I may or may not have made this into a mini series so let me know if you'd like to be tagged
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#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin#hangman imagine#hangman x reader#jake seresin x reader#hangman seresin#jake hangman fic#hangman top gun#jake hangman imagine#jake hangman x reader
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Mr. Bakery Man
baker!joel miller x f!reader
rating: none
synopsis: it’s not every day you get to move from nyc to austin for your job and relish in a pleasant change of pace. it’s also not every day that you discover a cute family owned bakery in the heart of austin—and it’s definitely not every day that you meet the owner and fall head over heels for him.
warnings: this is pure, innocent tooth-rotting fluff ; fun flirting, we’ll call this one a hallmark type beat lol, sarah and ellie are both in this, joel is down bad in this (but so is reader), no use of y/n.
word count: 3.3k
a/n: this was supposed to be for @punkshort’s au writing challenge but i’m hella late on it. life has been crazy lately, but thanks for sticking with me during my unintentional hiatus 🤍
Moving from New York City to Austin Texas had been an oddity in life’s recent escapades.
Your job had asked if anyone in your department was willing to do the big move because the office in Austin needed a strong journalist on their growing team. With the rest of your colleagues having kids and spouses, nobody was interested in uprooting their whole life to move to a completely different state.
You, on the other hand, wanted to get out of New York. You yearned for new opportunities, and when this one arose, you didn’t hesitate to tell your boss you were interested.
You’d been slowly settling into Austin, getting used to life in another city with a completely different atmosphere. You were grateful your new colleagues were all very nice and welcoming.
The one thing you’d say you missed dearly back in New York City, though, was this amazing bakery off of Fifth you’d frequent before work. Their coffee and croissants were delicious, which is what led you to go on a Google hunt to see what bakeries were good around here in Austin.
One caught your eye immediately—Sarah & Ellie’s— with five star reviews and multiple photos of all the sweets they had to offer. It was a cozy little café and bakery mixed into one with a homey, warm vibe and cute decorations. You mapped it to see how long it would take you to get to the place, and to your luck, it was only a ten minute walk from your apartment complex. So, you decided you were going to go first thing in the morning before work.
And for some reason, you felt excited to try a new place. Maybe it was a sign of finally getting used to living in a completely different state, fifteen hundred miles away from your old life.
You luckily got used to being an early riser, so once morning had rolled around, you were up n’ at ‘em by six thirty. You left your house around seven, making your way down to Sarah & Ellie’s.
The shop felt more homey than it looked online. As soon as you stepped in, there was already a short line of customers and a waft of delicious baked goods and coffee that filled your senses. You suddenly yearned for a home you’d never even been to.
You stood in line and observed the menu, deciding on sticking with a classic chocolate croissant and latte for the time being. You wanted to see if this place held a candle up to the place off of Fifth.
The older gentleman in front of you greeted the cashier with a bright smile, and she immediately typed in an order.
“Hey Randy, how’s it going?”
“Hey sweet pea. Just here for my usual mornin’ coffee and danish,” he says, handing the girl a ten dollar bill. She counts out the change and closes the register with her hip before returning his beaming smile to him. “Tell your old man to stop workin’ so damn hard. Cheryl says I need to lay off the sweets once in a while, but I can’t do that if all his baked goods are too delicious to resist.” Randy pats his stomach with a satisfied hum, and the girl laughs.
“I’ll be sure to pass on the message. Have a good one!”
After she waves him off, she locks eyes with you and gives you the same beaming smile as you stepped up to the register.
“What can I get ya, Miss?” she asks, tone cheery and light.
“I’ll take a chocolate croissant and a latte, please.”
She nods and rings in your order, grabbing a cup to write your name on it.
“Not to intrude or anything, but are you new ‘round here?” Her tone is still light, laced with pure curiosity as the sharpie pen hovers over the latte cup.
You gave her a smile and nodded meekly, “I am.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Sarah.”
You give her your name and her smile never wavers, scribbling your name on the cup.
“Let me get that chocolate croissant for you—” she started, but was accidentally cut off by a man opening the door that separated the front of the café from the back.
“Hey babydoll, do we have anymore—” the man stops abruptly, eyes landing on you. A black apron adorned his clearly thick and strong physique, flour dusted on his hands and arms. He was tall, and had a sweet glint in his brown eyes that made warmth flood your whole body. He had a head full of thick brown curls with grays strewn in here and there, and the mustache along with the stubble on his chin mirrored the streaks in his hair.
He instantly gave off a charming aura, and when he smiled at you, you were a goner.
“Hello Miss. Don’t think we’ve ever met before,” he says, dusting his hands off on the apron before extending one to you. His Southern accent dripped like thick, pure honey, and it made your skin burn hot.
You couldn’t hold back your smile when you reached your hand out to shake his. It might’ve sounded cliché as hell, but the sudden surge you got from just touching him made every single cell in your body alert, yearning for more.
“I’m new in the city,” you explain, “Just moved here not too long ago.”
“Ah, makes sense. Think I’d remember ya even if you didn’t come in often.”
You’re taken aback by his words. Was he… flirting? You felt your face heat, and your eyes nervously flit to the glass case full of delicious looking pastries. Well, if he was flirting, there’s no harm in doing it back… right?
“Me coming in often depends,” you find yourself grinning like a fool, “Do your pastries taste as good as they look and smell?”
“They’re the best in Austin,” he winks, and with that, murmurs something to Sarah before giving you one last smile before walking to the back again.
Sarah can’t help but giggle as she hands you your croissant. “It’s on the house,” she waves her hand as you pull out your wallet, and you stop short to give her a confused look. She clocks the expression on your face and grins. “Dad said.”
“That’s your dad?” You didn’t mean to pry, you were just taken aback.
“Mhm. Family owned and operated bakery,” you immediately hear the pride in her voice, and you can’t help but smile. “I’ll have your latte out in a minute.”
You grin and nod, stepping over to the other side of the counter. You decided to take a bite of your croissant while you waited for your latte, and god, it was the best pastry you think you’d ever had. The croissants on Fifth had nothing against these gooey, decadent, flaky treats.
You nearly had to hold back a moan, and the man—Randy, you think—laughed beside you.
“Good, ain’t they?” he asks, and you nodded expeditiously.
“Probably the best croissant I’ve ever had.”
Randy nods in agreement, “Miller’s the best baker in Austin. Been comin’ here since his girls were little.”
And you finally figured that Ellie must be his other daughter. It warmed your heart that he’d name his place after his two girls, clearly his pride and joy.
“That’s so nice,” you say, and give him a quick wave goodbye when his order is called out.
“Hopefully I’ll see you again soon,” Randy shot you a smile before taking a sip of his drink, and you nod at him with a smile before you turn your attention to your name being called out. Sarah handed you your drink and you thanked her, taking a cautious sip.
Even the latte was superb. You were one hundred percent sold on this place, and maybe even a little smitten with the owner.
Yeah, you’d definitely be coming back.
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A month passes by before you know it, and you’re now deemed an honorable regular at Sarah & Ellie’s. You’ve met Ellie, who was a total opposite of her sister—but you loved both of their personalities all the same. You learned that Ellie was going to art school and you promised her you’d buy a commissioned piece.
Sarah was going to school for business, studying to take over the bakery one day, and possibly even expand it as a franchise. You told her you’d be at the grand opening the day that it happens.
As for the owner, Mr. Miller—or, Mr. Bakery Man, you teasingly called him—kept the flirting subtle but fun. You looked forward to the playful banter you two’d exchange, and it always earned a raised brow and a not-so-subtle smirk from either Sarah or Ellie.
Unbeknownst to you, they’d tease their father about the ‘crush’ he had on the pretty regular that came in and how he should buck up and ask you on a date.
And he planned to do just that. When you went in on a Saturday morning, you were surprised to see him working the front counter instead of one of the girls.
“Well if it isn’t Mr. Bakery Man,” you say, and he runs a hand through his hair.
“In the flesh,” he says, and you can’t help but laugh.
“Girls didn’t come in today?” You lean up against the counter as he grabs a latte cup, writing your name out on it. He hesitates for a moment, but continues to write on it before setting it down on the opposite countertop.
“Nah. Sarah was up late doing homework and it’s Ellie’s turn to have Saturday off.”
You nod in understanding, pulling out your wallet. He stops you and shakes his head, and you scoff.
“You have to let me pay, Mr. Miller. You can’t keep giving me these discounts.”
“Don’t worry about it, darlin’,” his smile was shy, and he was fidgety—almost like he was scared. Right when you opened your mouth to ask him if he was okay, he cut you off.
“Would you wanna go on a date with me?” His words were rushed, and your heart melted at how nervous he sounded.
You paused your movements completely, meeting those warm brown eyes that made you feel so safe.
“I’d love to,” you answered, and relief visibly washed over his features.
“Great. I, uh, wrote my name and number on your cup. Hope you don’t mind,” he says, and you have to bite back a smile. Then you suddenly realized you never even knew this man’s first name. You’d just stuck with calling him the nickname you gave him, or by his last name.
You took the cup from him gingerly as he finished making your drink a few minutes later, and turned it in your hand to see his name and number scrawled on the side as promised.
Joel.
The name fit the gorgeous man in front of you. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, and your palm landed on his insanely toned bicep with reassurance.
He stared at you, the warmth in his eyes nearly making you weak in the knees.
“I promise I’ll call you,” you say, giving his bicep a soft squeeze. Your hand falls to your side again before grabbing the croissant from the counter that you didn’t notice until now, and you eagerly took a bite.
Joel wanted to laugh at the chocolate on the side of your mouth as you tilted the pastry toward him. He restrained himself from reaching up and wiping it from your mouth, but you beat him to it by using your knuckle to wipe it off.
“Compliments to the chef.” You tease, wiggling your eyebrows.
He couldn’t help but admire your playful side, ecstatic that you agreed to go out with him.
“Anythin’ for you darlin’,” he said, and you left the bakery that day with a smile on your face that you couldn’t wipe.
That night, you found yourself pacing back and forth in your apartment as you chewed on your bottom lip. Your phone was clutched in your hand, keypad open and ready to dial. Your other hand had the empty coffee cup with his name and number.
You didn’t know why you were battling this in your head. Is it weird? Is it too late to call him? No—No, it’s not weird. He’s the one who asked you out, after all.
Fuck it.
You sighed as you dialed the number on the cup, pressing the phone up to your ear. Within seconds, Joel’s deep voice rang through the other line.
“Hello?” He sounded a bit tired, voice hoarse from what had to be a long day.
“Hey Mr. Bakery Man,” you said in hopes of lifting his spirits even in the slightest.
His deep chuckle that sounded through the receiver had a warmth blooming in your chest. Even his laugh alone made you feel good inside—like a cup of hot cocoa in your hands on a cold night while you’re in your pajamas sitting fireside.
Did it sound kind of insane? Sure. Did you care? No.
The feelings you’d felt toward him almost blindsided you, but something in your gut told you that Joel would be a constant in your life from here on out.
“Hey darlin’. How’s your day been?” He asks.
“Good, good,” you pause for a moment, “So about that date…”
“I was thinkin’ some dinner? Friday night at seven?”
“That’s perfect. I can’t wait.”
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Friday night rolled around, and Joel was kicking himself for not exactly having a plan B. For some reason, the reservations he made got mixed up and you couldn’t be seated.
You assured him that it was okay, and that his presence was enough for you to enjoy yourself.
You both decided to get some pasta to-go and eat your food at a park nearby. Even though you both were dressed to the nines and didn’t exactly blend in, you couldn’t care less. You were enjoying your time with him and getting to know the amazing man that he is.
He opened up and talked about how Sarah and Ellie were both his pride and joy, how he had Sarah really young and adopted Ellie later on, how he sometimes helped his brother Tommy in the contracting business, and how he’s loved to bake in the kitchen with his mom ever since he was a young boy.
“Didn’t really think I’d make a career out of it,” he confesses.
“Looks like it worked out for you really well though,” you nudge his side gently. You were settled onto a bench with him then, closer to each other than anticipated. Neither of you said a word, though.
Being by Joel’s side radiated nothing but safety and comfort. It felt natural, like you two were meant to find your way to each other.
“Guess so. ‘S funny though. I meet new people every day because of the bakery and, forgive me ‘f this is too bold to say, but meeting you has completely thrown me off my game,” he chuckles, and you furrow your brows.
“What do you mean?” You try not to feign hurt in your tone, but he wraps his arm around your shoulders and brings you into his warm body. You’re engulfed in his scent, and you could stay here forever, you thought to yourself.
“Don’t mean it as a bad thing, sweetheart. I mean you’ve been on my mind constantly, and truth be told, I didn’t think you’d ever agree to go on this date with me. ‘M not really one to put myself out there and go on dates, but somethin’ about you made me want to get to know ya more,” he explained, and you nodded your head in understanding.
“I get it. I didn’t know what to expect when I moved out here. I always buried myself in work and didn’t pay much attention to dating someone, but I’d like to say this turn of events has been pleasant.”
He can’t help but grin foolishly at your words.
“‘M glad it worked out this way too. Y’know my girls pushed me to ask you out? Not that I didn’t want to in the first place, but ‘m… not very good at this,” he waves his hand to the side.
You could easily picture Sarah and Ellie giving Joel a hard time, hounding him to ask you out.
“Your girls know what’s best,” you tease, and he can’t help but let out a hearty laugh. “But you’re doing just fine, Mr. Miller. I promise.”
“Even if I goofed and our reservation got messed up?”
“Joel, I wouldn’t care if you took me to Whataburger for a date. It’s the company that matters,” you say, and you could’ve sworn you saw him blush.
“Where have you been all my life?” His question sounded like it was meant to be directed just to himself, but you leaned in and gave his cheek a kiss.
“Probably in New York City,” you shrugged.
“You and your sarcasm,” he said, shoulders shaking from laughing.
“Hey, you’re the one who asked me out. That’s on you,” and Joel couldn’t help the pride that bloomed within his chest.
“Sure did. What do ya say? Wanna head back to the bakery for a cup of coffee and croissant?”
“What, like a nightcap, but sweet?” You grinned, and he nods.
“Somethin’ like that.”
“I’d love to.”
Joel offered you his arm and you wrapped your hand around his bicep, staying close to him as you both walked back to his truck.
It didn’t take long to get back to the bakery. Joel made you some coffee with creamer and sugar while he drank his black. He made you a croissant too as promised, and you couldn’t help but gush to him about how you loved his baking. You’d tried a few other things off the menu since you started coming into the shop, but the croissants were what stole your heart.
You and him sat there for what seemed like hours just talking and getting to know each other on a deeper level. You told him about your family, your dreams and aspirations, what made you want to become a journalist, and what drove you to reach your goals.
He loved that you were so ambitious—he didn’t come across too many people these days that seemed to know exactly what they wanted in life. You impressed him, and as he sat across from you listening to you talk about work, he knew you were the woman for him.
He would’ve deemed himself crazy not even a few months ago for thinking such a thing, but hell, if you know you know.
So the months passed by, and you two became inseparable.
Both of you didn’t think you’d meet someone like this, let alone someone you both could see sharing a life with. This man, all kind hearted and selfless and a big teddy bear who treated you like a goddess, was the man that swept you off your feet and made you see that work isn’t everything life had to offer.
You took that leap of faith to move to Austin, not knowing the outcome it would have. But, you sure as hell were so glad that it happened. That this thing with Joel happened. You were decently happy with your life before you met him and let him in, but now, you felt as if you’d been on cloud nine for months.
You were helping Joel close up the bakery one Sunday evening when he turned to you and confessed that he loved you, and he couldn’t imagine his life without you. Neither could the girls. You’d changed him for the better, even if it hadn’t even been a year of knowing each other.
You’d said it right back to him, and with flour still lingering on his hands, he’d grabbed your face and kissed you like you were the air his lungs needed, the blood to keep his heart pumping, and his god-given solace.
And you thought, this was exactly where you were meant to be—safe in his arms, full of love, with a whole lifetime with him to look forward to.
He was it for you. You'd won the heart of the charming Southern gentleman—your Mr. Bakery Man.
dividers by @saradika-graphics
p.s. sorry if this sucked i’m genuinely so rusty w writing rn. thanks for understanding <3
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