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Camilla: Must be one of those months for everyone.

Camilla: A hug and cookies sounds like the best thing ever right now... Tell me where and when!

Jacob: One of my coworkers mentioned "mercury in retrograde"? Apparently it's a zodiac thing LOL

Jacob: You know what? I believe it. If everyone's feeling like they're in a funk, then it has to be the universe's bidding

Jacob: When are you free? I have cookies for days and I'm ready to shovel it all in my mouth and forget about my problems

#camilla.

dankimkong‌:

Daniel had been a fan of Jacob’s bakery long before they became friends. He’d never exactly been a regular (gotta watch those calories), but he came at least in twice a month to have a taste of Jacob’s latest creation. He still showed up without giving Jacob a head’s up, knowing he would be busy. This time was no exception; he walked in and ordered himself an absurdly adorable almond pastry and sat at his usual table. He was only two bites in when Jacob slumped into the chair across from him, Daniel smiling wide and eventually erupting into laughter at the end of his friend’s rant. “You’re welcome? Don’t feel dumb though, at least you’re not going around trying to find all the korok seeds yet– there’s 900 of them. I’m missing two, I have gone over the map twice, I can’t find them.”

Jacob narrows his eyes at Daniel. “Sure, laugh at my suffering, why don’t you.” But, his feigned hurt is quickly forgotten at the mention of korok seeds. “You’re telling me you found 898 of them? That takes so much dedication, holy shit. I pretty much gave up after like 50. I can suffer with a small inventory.” He hunches over the table, resting his cheek against his palm. “It’s a really nice game, though. It’s so beautiful, sometimes I just wander around to see the beautiful scenery. Although I really should do that in real life.” He chuckles, eyeing the pastry sitting between them. “Oh, what do you think about the almond pastry? I wasn’t sure about it first but I’ve been getting mostly positive reactions from it, so that’s a good sign.”

#daniel.

zekewinchester‌:

The large man sighed as he waited in the long line to get his coffee. He wasn’t having a very good morning. He looked to the person beside him with a sad smile. “Sorry I’m not much company. This morning was the worst, honestly.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he pouted. “My bike chain broke, so I had to take the bus to work, which isn’t terrible, but it put me behind. Today is doughnut day at work and I usually get there early enough for a doughnut, but as I walked in…” He sighed dramatically looking down at the floor. “Gloria grabbed the last doughnut and I know she had one before the last one.” He lifted his head rolling his eyes. Zeke didn’t like too many people, but Gloria seemed to always get under his skin. “So not only is my bike broke. I didn’t even get a doughnut. The worst.”

Jacob is busy cleaning up the tables in the bakery, prepping them for a long day of customers. The place is already filled with people getting their coffee and pastry breakfast fix before work or school or whatever obligations they have that day, so he’s working to clean up the front of the house as quickly as possible to help out his coworkers. But, when he takes a quick break to check his phone, the person next to him starts talking to him. "Oh,” he says, looking up. “That sounds like a terrible morning, I’m so sorry. I hope you get your bike fixed, soon.” He chuckles when the man mentions the dreaded Gloria. “Well, lucky for you, I literally just finished frying up a few dozen donuts for today.” He holds out his hand. “I’m Jacob. I’m the pastry chef at this place.” He leans into a whisper so none of his other potential customers can hear him. “I can hook you up with an extra donut if you’re down.”

#zeke.

elimorris‌:

“Aye! Jacob!” Eli greeted with a grin as he spotted the other man and sent a nod his way in acknowledgment snorting loudly at the fact that he’d said he wasn’t surprised by this. Anyone who came across Eli, regardless of how well they knew him, knew something along these lines was something he was capable of. Where he went chaos and nonsense like this seemed to come with being in his company. “I get art is subjective, and I am probably biased because he’s so damn cute, but Clyde is a good artist for any animal and or person.” Elijah pointed out as he glanced down at the animal and then back to Jacob. “Dude gimmie a bite of your donut.”

Jacob smiles as he approaches Eli; as weird as the scene is in front of him, it’s kinda charming. “It’s nice to run into you again. With shoes this time.” He chuckles and shakes his head, recalling the first time they met and he helped him unintentionally broke and entered into someone’s home. “No, you’re definitely not biased. Clyde is very cute and a pretty good artist too. You should sell some of his work and make bank off of it.” Jacob hands his donut to Eli for him to take a bite. “What do you think? I baked it this morning and it might be one of my best batches this month. You should come by and get some more. Maybe bring one of Clyde’s pieces and I can hang it on the wall in the bakery.”

#eli.

noahlevinstein‌:

“Thank you, thank you,” she replied with a bow of her head and clinked her glass against his before laughing. “Believe me, I’m taking tomorrow to sleep and then get back on it. This one took a lot out of me but it was worth it. It’s nice when you can feel really good about a win, you know?” Maybe she was going even softer as she got older but she just liked to think she was getting more compassionate and that wasn’t at all a bad thing. “Wait, really? Jacob that’s amazing. I need to get like ten copies of that. And also come by the bakery soon,” she added with a proud smile and reached across to give his hand a squeeze. “So you’re also getting no sleep?” She smirked and sat back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Something like that. Trying to keep my head on straight. I mean work is work, that has always come easily to me. It’s why I love it so much. But I’m also trying to be a bit more social. I started doing yoga, that’s been actually pretty fun and I’m better than i thought. I think I’m finally exiting the moping stage post divorce and entering the reclaiming my life stage,” she admitted honestly. She had tried to seem alright after the divorce but to anyone close to her it was clear she wasn’t and she had spent a long time with her head in the sand, asking the universe why it would allow such a thing to happen to her. But now she was getting to a place where it hurt less to see the empty side of her bed, and though pride season had been bittersweet, she was hopeful that she could still redeem what was left of it and enjoy herself. “I’m actually flying to New York this weekend for the Pride parade, I’m really looking forward to that.”

"Honestly, if I were you, I would sleep for an entire week. You really deserve it.” He blushes, ducking down at his food from the compliment. “I can’t guarantee you a copy, but I do one hundred percent support you stopping by the bakery. Let me know your favorite dessert or pastry, because I’ll make you a whole batch as a congratulatory gift.” He squeezes Noah’s hand, meeting her gaze with a bright smile. “You know how it is,” he says with a laugh. “I’m glad I have you to text when it’s three in the morning and I’m on my last batch cookies for a catering order.”

Jacob nods, listening intently as Noah recounts what she’s been up to with her life. He remembers hearing about the end of her and her ex-wife’s relationship and the divorce following it, and his heart goes out to her. He doesn’t know how he would feel if he found out his partner---or even worse, his spouse---cheated on him multiple times. He just hopes he’s been a supportive friend along the way. “A change in pace besides work is great for the mind, so that’s great that you’re going out and becoming more social and doing yoga.” Now it’s his turn to reach over and squeeze Noah’s hand. “You’re incredibly strong for going through this, y’know? Especially with work and all.” He remembers interacting with Noah back when the divorce was happening, noticing a change in behavior, so seeing her energetic again makes him happy for one of his closest friends. “I’m genuinely happy to see you in a better place now.“ Finishing his glass, he raises his eyebrows “You’re going to New York Pride?!” He exclaims. “That’s awesome! You have to tell me how it is. I’m going to Portland’s and I’m super excited.”

#noah.

lelofranciscocook·:

“You are too kind Jacob. You know well my last cake wasn’t that good.” He said as he walked towards the counter. He put the bag down first and then carefully pulled the container that had the cake in it. He then did just as the other told him and just smiled. “Smell delicious. If I was a kid, I would tell you to give me a taste of the batter”

“Your last cake had its issues, but it’s nothing a little practice can fix. Plus, it was still hella delicious, so you’re definitely on the right track.” Jacob laughs, now moving the bowl away from Eduardo. “As tempting as it is, there’s way too many eggs in here that even I can’t risk tasting the it.” He transports the batter into the cake tin, and promptly puts it in the oven to start baking. “I’m super excited to eat your carrot cake, though,” he says, pulling out plates and forks for the both of them. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

#eduardo.

jxxbae‌:

Normally, Jensen would reject. Extra sugar had been poisonous for him and his body. However, with Amanda in the house, Jensen perked up. “That’s really nice. Sure, Amanda would probably love that.” He perked up at the thought of her coming home to treats.

Jensen nodded with him. He crossed his arms and leaned forward, curving his back. Something Jensen did whenever his guard was down. His dark gaze softened. His fingers rubbed over the small amount of scruff that built up on his chin. “That’s good.” Was all he managed. He was too caught up in listening to him to come up with a response. “How’d you introduce that to them?” Curious about Jacob’s close encounters with his coworkers. Of course, Jensen tend to keep his distance from his coworkers.

Jacob lights up when Jenson mentions his daughter. “Amanda!” he exclaims with a bright smile. “How is she doing? She should stop by the bakery sometime! I would love to make you two your favorite desserts.” But, his demeanor quickly changes when he notices the other leaning forward. He knows Jensen carries himself a certain way, so Jacob mirrors his movement, leaning forward, ready to listen to whatever he has to say.

He chews the bottom of his lip in contemplation, noticing the vulnerability in his voice. Jacob sifts through his mind, trying to find the best way to talk about his mental health journey with Jensen without completely baring his entire past to him. Half-asleep in a busy bakery full of people might not be the best setting for that. “They actually encouraged me to get professional help,” he says after a long moment, fidgeting with his hands. “My coworkers are pretty much my found family, I guess. They’ve stuck with me since I moved to Portland so many years ago after issues with, my uh, actual family. They’re one of the few people who knows all the details of what happened, and they’ve been supportive of me, ever since, including helping me get professional help.” To be honest, he isn’t sure where he would be if not for the queer little family he’s found solace in the bakery, but he’s grateful nonetheless.

#jensen.

Jacob is almost thankful to see Daniel at the bakery; he drops everything he’s doing and walks towards his table, slumping into the empty seat across from his friend. “Daniel,” he says. “It was a mistake to introduce me to Breath of the Wild. I can’t stop playing it and talking about it, my coworkers are starting to complain and I blame you for all of it.” He chuckles. “It’s such a beautiful game but man, it’s killing me in the literal and metaphorical sense. Those robot assholes are ruthless and I just feel straight up dumb trying to solve all these shrine puzzles.” // @dankimkong

#daniel.

noahlevinstein‌:

“I’ve been meaning to try this place for ages,thank you for being a good friend, though I think sending you the menu beforehand helped,” Noah joked as she reached for her glass of wine. She had finally closed a hard case and had wanted to celebrate by trying the new tapas place Killian had told her about. She was grateful that Jacob was more than willing to join her and not leave her to devour all of this on her own. Plus, she was hard pressed to find a time she didn’t have fun in his company. “How’s your week been? I would apologize for being so buried i work but you know how it is and I mean I won so it paid off.”

@jchanbakes

“Please,” he says, smiling at Noah from over the menu he’s perusing through. “I’m glad you even invited me in the first place. This place looks amazing!” With both of their jobs demanding a lot of work, they don’t get to see each other as often, but with Noah finally winning a case she’s been pouring her efforts in, of course Jacob will celebrate with her. He takes his wine, holding it out to clink with her glass. “Congratulations, by the way! I remember you telling me about the case a while ago, so I’m glad all that work did pay off.” He takes a sip of his wine before continuing. “Please don’t apologize. I mean, I’ve been busy with the bakery so we’ve both been busy. But honestly, it’s been going okay. A little stressful, though. I’ve been elbow deep in flour and I think Bon Appetit mentioned us in an article so we’ve been swamped with customers.” He waves his glass in Noah’s direction, flashing her a smile. “How about you? How have you been? Being a badass lawyer and winning cases left and right?”

#noah.

lelofranciscocook‌:

Eduardo wore a big smile as the other opened the door. He went inside and showed him the bag. “Good! It seems we will be having a good evening then, hopefully my cake is better because you always been more skillful at baking than I have been” He said. “Where do you want me to put the bag?” He asked. “This time I made a three lawyer carrot cake.”

“Don’t worry,” Jacob says, leading Eduardo into his kitchen. “People are much more skilled at baking than they think. And I’m sure yours is gonna be just as tasty, knowing your cooking.” He then waves his hand around the kitchen. “Feel free to put it on any of the counters. I just need to add a few more things to this batter before putting it in the oven. And then we can eat!” He showcases the cake mix to Eduardo, beckoning him to smell the batter. “What do you think? I love how lemon-y it smells.”

#eduardo.

kareem-salia‌:

“Shit I get drafted and a free pastry? Man i can’t say not to that, I really appreciate. I think the best part of this all is that I get to stay in Portland.” It had been a big question for him and had been like the dark cloud looming over his relationship with Angelica. But his wish had been granted and damn had they celebrated the night he got drafted. It was like the best dream to have his dad and Angelica there when the moment happened, the proud smile he saw on her face was something he thought of every morning. “You know this means you gotta come to a game, right?”

“Of course you do! Honestly, I’d gift you with a batch of whatever pastries you want, but I’m not sure if your new nutritionist will appreciate that.” He chuckles. “I’m serious though. If you want anything, just say the word. It’ll be on the house and everything.” He nudges Kareem on the arm. “Seriously, though. I’m so happy for you. And I bet Angelica is ecstatic.” He hasn’t kept up with basketball for a long time, but he’ll catch a livestream once in a while. So when Kareem mentions going to a game, he lights up. “I actually would love to! It’s been so long since I’ve been to one. I think the last time was when I was in high school and I would tag along to Warriors games with my friends instead of doing my homework.”

#i assumed they knew each other pretty well at this point but lmk if u wanna change it!!#kareem.

charmingcartoonist‌:

“ Yes that’s him, his name is Charlie.” He replied as he looked at the man smiling, he loved spending time with his big brother they had always gotten on, sure there were times that didn’t but that was normal but for the most part, they got on extremely well. “ I don’t feel I need or but I was told I should have one.” He replied as he looked at the man smiling “ Okay if you sure, but if you change your mind just let me know.”

"Well, if he ever comes by the bakery, let him know he can always drop by and say hi if I’m ever around.” Jacob beams. As stressful as being a pastry chef can be, seeing his regulars always brightens up his day. “I’m always happy to put art up, but if it’s something you need to talk to your lawyer first, then I can wait. I don’t want us both to get into any legal trouble.” He chuckles, but then straightens up as a thought crosses his mind. “And if you do get approval, maybe we can get a picture of you and your art here at the bakery. We have a pretty large following and I wanna show the world how good your art is. If that’s alright with you, of course!”

#byron.

shayseason3

#⟢⋰ * ✧ ━━ ❪ musings. ❫

darcypapastath‌:

Darcy had no sure clue why, maybe she was bored or stressed out or both, she kept ending up at bar karaoke nights. More specifically, too many cosmos deep and belting out songs from the 80s. Could she sing? Not really. Did she have the gusto and stage presence (not to mention her killer dance moves) to pull it off anyway? Abso-fucking-lutely.

She concluded tonight’s performance with a bow and a low, sultry “thank you” into the mic. For comedic effect, of course. She wasn’t kidding herself. “Excuse me,” she singsonged, snaking through the crowd until she made it to the bar counter and slid onto a stool. “Phew, mommy needs a drink.” She turned to her neighbour, a playful smile teasing her lips. “What are you sipping on?”

Jacob doesn’t go out as much, but when he does, he has a good time. After a particularly rough week at work, he’s glad to find himself at the bar with a few of his coworkers who are busy drunkenly singing Abba on the stage during karaoke night. With a couple of drinks in, he’s buzzed and happy because his friends are happy and he just feels the lightest he’s ever felt in weeks.

He glances at the person next to him in curiosity, recognizing her as the woman that came on before his friends. “Mojito,” Jacob replies. “Very nice and refreshing.” He raises his glass in her direction with a bright smile before sipping his drink. “Great job at the karaoke stand earlier, by the way. You can never go wrong with Cyndi Lauper. Awesome choice.”

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Camilla: I feel like I need to sleep for a week.

Camilla: That or 6 shots of vodka, a hug, or a long ass holiday. Thank you could help out with any of that?

Jacob: Me too. This may be the longest I've gone without sleeping.

Jacob: I can give a hug and whole batch of cookies, though? I might need one too

Jacob: A long ass holiday sounds very nice, though...

kareem-salia‌:

“Shit, this is forreal.” Kareem was staring at the local paper, announcing him being officially drafted to the Portland Blazers and he was still pretty in shock. “I…I guess everything is about to change. Sorry..I’m just talking out loud here. I’m in shock.”

@pbtags

Glancing between the man in front of him and the newspaper he’s holding in his hands, Jacob’s face brightens when he puts two and two together. “That’s awesome!” he says with a big smile. “Congratulations!” He doesn’t follow basketball as much as he did before he moved to Portland, but he knows enough to understand the headline on the paper. “Let me treat you to one of my pastries on the house as a gift, you deserve it.”

elimorris‌:

In all honesty, Elijah wasn’t sure why he was doing this. It was a random thought that had stricken him and now here he was. On a street corner with his tortoise –well a tortoise, it wasn’t exactly his, but that was a different story altogether– strapped into a painting contraption of his own design on top of a canvas and a sign across Elijah’s chest that read in big Dodger Blue Letters ‘LET A TURTLE DRAW YOUR AURA TOTALLY FREE OF CHARGE!!!’ and in smaller letters beneath it in parenthesis ’(donations and tips are welcome though, just sayin’). He didn’t need the money, hell didn’t even think people would give him any but so far Cylde, the tortoise, was on his fifth painting and Eli had made a few people happier that day along with for some reason fifteen bucks so all was right with the world. “Step right up and have your day enhanced!” He yelled as he started to tap dance in place trying to grab the attention of someone. Really he was having too much fun with whatever this was.

When he sees a man on the corner of the street with a weird sign and a tortoise in front of him, Jacob doesn’t think twice about it. He’s lived in Portland long enough to get used to the eccentric and hipster-ish vibe of it all and he knows the city well enough that there’s actually people interested in what this man has to offer. But, as he walks closer to the eccentric display, he realizes that he actually knows the man standing near that intersection.

“Jesus Christ, Eli,” Jacob says after he takes a huge bite of the donut in his hand. “Why am I not surprised to see you here?” He glances down at the tortoise, busy walking around and making unintentional art. “So is this Clyde?” He remembers Eli mentioning the infamous turtle a few times in their text conversations and he’s happy to finally see him in the flesh. “He’s a pretty good artist for a tortoise.”

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