#waitress jobs sydney

[hella1975]

'fucking brunch' 'FUCK brunch' i love this show

#im watching the bear again #they get me fr #also the sydney-tina rivalry? that is so fucking real #ive been lucky ive never had anything like that personally but ive heard some HORROR stories #my mum when she was waitressing through her twenties talks about it like she was fighting wars #and honestly she was. like pissing off the male chefs is part of the job but my GOD if you have a female chef and you piss her off? death #my mum pissed off this chef once who was this really rough woman and for the rest of my mum's time at that job #this woman made her life hell. like all subtle things but she'd hold my mum's food back or she'd make it bad so the customers wouldnt tip #etc etc like she was fucking HORRENDOUS to the point my mum had to quit in the end im pretty sure #and my mum is NOT an easily cowed woman she would have only left bc the impact on her finances was so severely detrimental #that she had to swallow her pride. all bc the woman thought my mum had a bad tone ONE TIME #the bear

[katiexpunk]

Diner Girl | Pairing Joel Miller X Fem!Reader

Summary:  You frequent your local dinner pretty often, not just because you love their pancakes with extra syrup, but because your best friend Sydney is a waitress there. You've heard her talk about her hot boss, Joel, every now and then but you've never had the pleasure of meeting him; that was until one morning, after getting unexpectedly laid off, you decided to drown your feels in syrup and love from your bestie. Joel offers you a job, and he shows you the ropes in more ways than one. Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word count: ~7.3K Warnings: Pining, flirting, hard core tension, age gap (unspecified, reader is 30), 2000s style (needs a TW lol), 2000s texting, Joel is a little rough/bossy, Joel is actually readers boss, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks, or don't idk you're not gonna listen to me anyways), no creampie (a katiexpunk first, weird, I know), rough blow job, oral (m and female receiving) pet names, cum swallowing, praise kink, inappropriate use of syrup, one tit slap, Joel rips readers uniform off of her, readers former boss is an asshole, reader gets fired from her job, eating/references to food, did I already say flirting. Joel and reader fuck on a table in the diner. References to a health scares (for readers coworker). A bit of a dom/sub dynamic. Fluff. Porn with plot. Joel calls reader slut twice. Hilary Duff/A Cinderella Story gets mentioned, as does Jennifer Coolidge yelling for more salmon. Authors Note: The fact that I'm posting this doesn't feel real. This idea has been in my brain for so long, and I am happy and relieved to have it out in the world. Special thank you to @endlessthxxghts for holding my balls, brainstorming with me, and beta'ing this. And another thank you to @sydneyinacoma, my inspiration for readers bestie -- thank you for being my slutty, smutty, sister and for saving my ass with the first blowjob scene; I owe you one. ILY both. And to @hier--soir, Jessie, your beautiful way of storytelling inspires me and I often find myself HWJWTS (How Would Jessie Write This Smut). Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Notifications

November 2004 

The blaring sound of your alarm disrupts your slumber, and you jolt awake with a sense of urgency. Shit. You’re gonna be late. Again. 

You stumble through your routine. You splash cold water on your face in an attempt to remove the pillow marks left behind on your cheek and smear on a mixture of lotion and face oil the saleswoman swears will make you look like you’re in your 20s again. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that that was only a year ago. You can see why she would have thought you were older as you look at your reflection in the mirror and the dim light from your tiny 1950s bathroom illuminates the bags under your eyes. 

God, you’re tired. Truthfully, you’ve been tired for months now; no amount of caffeine can seem to make up for your lack of sleep due to the demands of finishing up your Master’s and your boss who keeps you late at work what seems like every night now. 

You hastily get dressed and attempt to gather your thoughts. As you step outside into the cool November morning air, you bristle at the wind cooling the still-damp hairs that frame your face. You unlock the door to your beater and slip the keys into the engine. A sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach when a soft click, click, click, click noise reverberates through the air; the stubborn engine refusing to turn over. 

Shit. Not again. No!

Frustration mounts with each futile attempt to bring the engine to life. You slam your palms against the cool leather of your steering wheel, a long sigh escapes your lungs and your forehead meets the top of the wheel in defeat. 

You reach into your purse for your phone and quickly compose a message to your boss, explaining the situation. "Car won't start. Trying to figure it out. Going to be late. Sorry." With a sigh, you hit send, hoping for a sympathetic response.

The minutes crawl by as you anxiously await a reply. The familiar chime of your phone signals a message, and you eagerly check it. However, the words that flash across the screen only deepen your frustration: "This is unacceptable. You’ve already been warned twice. Don’t bother coming in, and consider this your termination."

The shock of the message hits you like a ton of bricks. 

Sure, you had been late a few times in the past year, but you figured your staying late almost every night would make up for it. Maybe if he paid a little more you could afford to fix your piece of shit car and you wouldn’t be late in the first place. 

Your eyes sting with disbelief, and your hands tremble as you clutch the phone. Anger and desperation dance the waltz in your mind as you fight to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.

You sit in your silent car, the quiet sounds of morning make you feel frozen in time, unsure of what to do or where to go from here.

You look back down at your phone again and type out a quick message to your best friend Sydney.

“U working this am?” before you can even put the phone down, it’s chirping to life with her response. 

“Hi babes! I am. R u?” her response reads. 

You don’t want to give her the full details over text – too much to type out – and instead, you settle on a short response. 

“No. Long story. Coming in 2 c u.”  

“Kk! C u soon <3” 

Your day was quite possibly off to the shittiest start ever, but you know there are three remedies to that situation. 

Your bestie, pancakes, and syrup. 

Lots and lots of fucking syrup. 

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The early morning sunlight spills through the diner's large windows, casting a warm glow on the worn checkered tiles. The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee envelops the air, creating a comforting ambiance that feels like a hug. The clinking of cutlery against plates and the low hum of conversations provide a soothing soundtrack to the chaos of your morning. 

Your usual booth is taken, so you settle for a seat at the bar. The stool is a little wobbly, but you have a nice view of the bustling kitchen and the seats next to you are empty. 

You watch Sydney pour a coffee refill for the older couple at the end of the bar before heading over to you. As she approaches, her infectious smile illuminates the space. Her apron, adorned with a patchwork of food stains and coffee spills, hints at the countless meals she’s already served this morning. 

"Morning, sunshine! You’re here early, you miss me?” she greets, grabbing a mug from the counter behind her before placing it in front of you and pouring you a steaming cup of coffee. 

You let out a little chuckle at her remark, knowing you just saw her last night.

You grab the mug in front of you with both hands, wishing you could shrink yourself and jump into the hot liquid like a hot tub; your bones cold from your long walk to the diner. Stupid car.

"No really, what’s up? Everything okay?” she asks, a hint of concern behind her words. 

“Not really. My car wouldn’t start this morning again, and John fired me after I told him I was gonna be late,” you respond, feeling the warmth of your frustration beginning to build in your chest once more. 

“What an asshole,” Sydney responds, “I’m sorry that happened, babe. He’s a real piece of work, you’re better off without him,” she continues. 

“I guess so. But I need a job, Syd. I don’t know what I’m gonna do now,” you respond, defeated. Your cheeks begin to heat and you think you might actually cry this time. You move the menu out in front of you on the counter to the side, and Sydney picks it up and removes the pen from behind her ear. 

“I could talk to Joel,” she offers, scribbling your order down on her notepad. You don’t have to tell her, she already knows what this situation calls for – pancakes with a lot of fucking syrup. 

“Joel?” you ask, leaning over the counter and looking both ways before you whisper to her, “as in the hot boss you won’t shut up about, Joel?” 

She lets out a little chuckle and you see a little twinkle of bashfulness in her eyes. 

“Yes, my ridiculously hot, mostly unreadable, but hot, boss Joel,” she replies. “Martha quit last week, something about wanting to spend more time with her grandkids, so we’re down a waitress.” 

You look at her face, pondering her offer as if you really have another option at the moment. 

“He’s here this morning, he’s in the back doing paperwork – I can go grab him and have him talk to you if ya want,” she says, nodding to the woman who just sat down at the bar, giving her a soft be right there hun. 

“Plus, it’ll be so fun to work together!” she says, her voice more energetic this time, preparing to go back into customer service mode. 

“I – yeah, alright, yes, I’ll talk to him,” you agree. 

She does a little jump and says “YAY!” and then gives you a big smile before pouncing off to greet her next customer. Where does she find the energy? 

As you wait for your emotional pancakes to arrive, you cradle your mug, the warmth seeping into your chilled skin, while you gaze through the window into the kitchen. Amidst the orchestrated dance of chefs and waitstaff, there stands a figure that looks like he doesn’t belong in the greasy kitchen of a diner – a towering presence, broad and resolute. His flannel shirt clings to the sculpted contours of his muscles and the determined furrow of his brow accentuates the intensity he’s directing to the clipboard in his hand. 

That’s him. That’s gotta be the ridiculously hot boss. That’s gotta be Joel, right? You feel a little tickle in your belly at the thought. 

You try not to stare too much, not wanting to be obvious, but like passing a car wreck on the freeway, you can’t seem to look away. You smile at the way he bites the cap of the pen in his mouth, only dropping it on occasion to make little notes or checkmarks. As you look at him doing his work, his eyes flutter up and meet yours. And in that brief moment, you feel a connection. The corners of his lips curl into a friendly smile as he stares back at you briefly, before once again dropping his gaze to the papers in front of him. Sydney did say he was unreadable; now you see why. 

Before you can process further, Sydney returns with your stack of pancakes and places them in front of you. “Thanks, can I have some syr–,” but before you can continue, she’s placing the container of the sweet liquid in front of you with a wink.

As you dive into your comfort food, savoring each bite, the door to the kitchen swings open, and Joel emerges. Tall and confident, he approaches your seat, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Of course, he would come to talk to you now, right as you have a giant bite of pancake shoved into your mouth like an animal. The cherry on top of your already shit day.

"Sydney's been raving about you," he admits, a friendly smirk on his face. "Say’s you’re lookin’ for some work,” his voice is low and even, and his eyes briefly scan over the patrons before coming back to land on your face. For as hot as Sydney has been describing him as over the past few months, she forgot to mention how fucking sexy he sounds. 

You stare back at him, gulping down the remaining pancake in your mouth. 

Joel's eyes are trained on your face. What he really wanted to say was Sydney’s been raving about you, but she didn’t tell me how pretty you are. That was all the more apparent to him now that he sees you up close. 

“We’re down a waitress, and we could use someone with your taste in breakfast and impeccable timing, if you’re interested?” he says, watching you fidget with the napkin in your lap. 

“I – yes, yes I am very interested. I’ve never been a waitress, but I have great attention to detail and I’m sure I could pick it up quickly with the right guidance,” you say, straightening your posture, attempting to look more composed than he has you feeling right now. 

“Well great, we’ll have you trained up in no time,” he says, his gaze lingers on your features for a beat longer than expected before he swivels on his heels, heading back to the kitchen. However, after a few steps, he abruptly pauses, pivoting back around with a thoughtful expression, as if there’s more he wants to share.  

“Oops, my bad, sweetheart. Almost forgot my manners. I’m Joel, by the way. This is my diner,” he says, gesturing with one hand as if to show the space to you like you were seeing it for the first time, before offering his large hand toward you. You meet it with your own, giving him a firm shake while sharing your name. 

"Can you start tomorrow?" he asks, and you respond with a satisfied "mhmm," sealing the deal with a wink from Joel. "Great – be here around seven in the morning then, and we’ll get cha all trained up" he adds with a grin, one that teeters the line between professional and flirtatious. 

And just like that, in the midst of your syrup-drenched, emotionally charged morning you let out your first real smile of the day. 

So there were four remedies to your situation. 

Your bestie, pancakes, syrup, and Joel. 

You finish your remaining pancake, letting your mind wander off, secretly hoping Joel will be showing you the ropes in more ways than one.  

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The next morning, you get to the diner just as the sun is starting to rise, and you can't help but draw a parallel to Hilary Duff in A Cinderella Story, except now you’re the Diner Girl. 

While you may not be gliding around on gaudy rollerskates, and Jennifer Coolidge isn't screaming at you “MORE SALMON! We need more Salmon!” there's an undeniable charm to the whole scenario that makes you chuckle. The uniform Sydney handed you on your way out may not be the stuff of fairytale gowns, but the fabric that clings to your skin is a tangible reminder that you're stepping into a different narrative today, a narrative where you’re employed and your boss isn’t a total jerk. 

As you step into the diner, the familiar calms your nerves a bit. Joel, seemingly in tune with your arrival, glances up from behind the counter and shoots you a playful wink. Does he wink at all his employees? 

"Morning, sunshine! Ready for your grand debut?" he teases, flashing a bright smile coupled with an adorable set of dimples. You manage a shy smile in response, feeling nervous once again, but it has nothing to do with learning your new job and all to do with the beautiful man in front of you that you’ll be close to the entire day. 

Joel wastes no time guiding you through the diner's rhythm. With each task, he effortlessly blends instructions with charming banter, making the learning process feel less like work and more like a shared secret between the two of you.

"Here's where the magic happens," he says, gesturing to the row of gleaming coffee machines. "And trust me, making a perfect cup is an art; takes a lot of love."

“Aren’t these like super-fast automatic coffee brewers? You just load the beans and water and hit start?” 

"Alright, smartass," he retorts, a playful glint in his eyes, "Yeah, they are, but you gotta press that button with love, baby. That's what makes it good." 

Your laughter harmonizes with his, and you catch the infectious mirth in his expression – one hand on his hip, the other casually resting on the counter. Your eyes trace the veins on his forearms, distinctly visible beneath the rolled-up sleeves, and you can't help but admire the effortless confidence he exudes. 

“Do it with love. I understand,” you respond. 

“Good girl,” he responds. “Alright, next up – silverware rollin’, ya ready?” he asks.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you reply, a playful smile dancing on your lips, as you follow him to the back of the kitchen to grab a tray of freshly washed flatware. Returning to the dining room, he leads you to an empty booth tucked away from the prying eyes of coworkers, giving you the first taste of true solitude with him all morning.

"Now, watch and learn," he says, demonstrating a silverware roll that rivals any seasoned server. "The key is in the wrist action. It's all about finesse."

You mimic his movements, chuckling when your first attempt doesn't quite match his polished technique. He leans in a little closer, his warmth and encouragement almost palpable.

"See, you've got the basics down. But let me show you a little trick," he says, guiding your hand with his own. The close proximity sends a delicious shiver down your spine, and you can't help but revel in the extra attention to detail in his guidance. As he imparts his expertise, the thought of him taking charge and instructing you in other ways goes straight to your core. 

“You’re a natural,” Joel says, responding to your growing stack of rolled silverware. 

"You like taking orders?" he inquires, his gaze intense as he places the second-to-last rolled set in the pile you both created, and you complete your own. The implication behind his words hits you, and your eyes widen with surprise.

"Do I what?" you ask, a hint of uncertainty in your voice, unsure if your mind has ventured too far into the realm of innuendo to fully grasp his meaning.

"Taking orders – you seem like you'd be good at it," he says, pausing deliberately, well aware that he's causing a stir within you.

"You know, from customers?" he adds with a smirk, putting you out of your misery. 

“Oh. Oh – uh, well, I’m not sure, I’ve never tried it,” you respond. 

“First time for everything, darlin’. We can practice. I’ll be the customer, and you can take my order.” 

He flashes you a charming smile, making it hard to resist. "Alright," you agree with a shy grin, readying your notepad. You start “Good morning, Sir! Can I get you starte–” 

"Now, sweetheart, we've gotta do this right – stand up now, take my order properly," he interrupts, a playful tone in his voice. You shoot him a teasing side-eye, and he smirks, attempting to hide it by bringing his hand to his beard.

You rise and straighten your apron, and turn to face him at the table. 

“Good morning, Sir –” you begin again, “what can I get started for you?” 

"I'll have the classic bacon and eggs, toast on the side, and a steaming cup of your finest brew. Oh, and a side of your million-dollar smile, please."

You laugh at the last part, realizing this is exactly the kind of practice you need. "Got it, one bacon and eggs, toast, coffee, and a million-dollar smile," you repeat, jotting it down.

Joel nods approvingly. "You're a quick learner. Now, let's spice it up a bit. What if I want my eggs sunny-side-up, the toast lightly buttered, and the coffee extra strong?"

You take a moment to absorb the details, determined not to miss anything. "Sunny-side-up eggs, lightly buttered toast, and extra strong coffee," you recite confidently.

Joel grins. "Not bad, darlin’ – you’re a good listener.” 

“Maybe you’re just a good teacher,” you playfully retort. 

You don’t see it, but Joel palms himself beneath the denim of his jeans, attempting to adjust from the growing lack of space in them. 

As the morning rolls into the afternoon, you finish out the rest of your shift at the diner and make the walk back home.

As you lay in bed, you try to rationalize all of your flirting with Joel. 

He’s just nice. A Southern gentleman. He’s probably like this with all of his employees.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel lies in his own bed, also attempting to rationalize all of his flirting with you. He knows it’s wrong, but that doesn’t stop him from taking his heavy cock in hand to the thought of you that night. 

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After nearly a month of seamlessly navigating the diner routine, you've become a fixture in the cozy ambiance. The playful banter between you and Joel has escalated to shameless flirting – a subtle touch from a passed laminated menu, an intentionally clumsy moment with the cash register as an excuse to get a little closer, and the unmistakable sensation of his gaze lingering on you as you lean over to wipe down the booths. 

You even find yourself yelling out “Corner!” less than you should, hoping it might lead you to accidentally bump into him. 

It's not exactly backbreaking labor, though it can take a toll on you physically. But you find yourself enjoying it—the thrill of pushing through a lengthy shift, the rush that accompanies swift movements and juggling various tasks during the bustling hours, the familiar faces of regulars who now greet you by name, and the bonus of spending extra time with Sydney. 

For now, it's fulfilling enough. However, the more moments you share with Joel, the more it dawns on you that, at least when it comes to him, "enough" might never quite be sufficient.

++++

You normally work M-F, during the morning shift, and you’re grateful for the extra time on the weekends. You’re starting to feel like you might not actually need that facial oil now that you’re getting adequate rest. Take that, Mary Kay. 

One Saturday night, as you’re sitting on your couch watching Kill Bill, your phone buzzes with an unfamiliar number, and curiosity pulls you in. Joel’s husky voice on the line tells you who it is, but he introduces himself anyway.

“Hey, darlin’ – it’s Joel. Listen, uh, I know it’s your day off but I was wondering if you might be able to come in to work tonight?” he asks. 

Without pausing to let you respond, he lays it on thick, making a persuasive attempt to nudge you into saying yes, "The other servers are all tied up, and Suzanne had to call out, something about Mike not feeling right tonight, tight chest and all, so I told her to make sure he gets checked out."

"Oh no, that's awful. Yes, yes, of course, Joel. I'll be there in 15," you reply, hearing a sigh of relief on the other end.

"See you soon," he says.

"Oh? You're coming in, too?" you ask, trying not to sound overly excited.

"Well, someone's gotta make the food, right?" A little chuckle carries through the phone.

You remember it now; he had shared with you during that first day that working in the kitchen at night was one of the reasons he decided to take over owning the diner, his decision in part was fueled by his love of cooking. “Helps me remember why I started doing this in the first place," he had said. You were listening, but you were also distracted by him fidgeting with his coffee cup, watching him make small circles around the rim of it. 

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As the night descends, the diner transforms. The hustle of the day gives way to an intimate, dimly lit ambiance. Joel, donned in his chef's coat, greets you with a sly grin, "Well, look who's gracing the night shift. It's just you and me tonight, darlin'."

"Think we can handle it?" you respond, not really talking about the dinner rush, and he knows it. 

The air crackles with sexual tension as you and Joel maneuver through the shift. The need between you two is palpable; a desire only one thing could satiate, a hunger no amount of breakfast food could resolve.

The hours tick by, and the tile inside is illuminated by the soft glow of the neon sign outside. With the last order served, you both lean against the counter, a comfortable silence enveloping you. 

Joel breaks it with a casual remark, "Hungry?" 

"Starving,” you respond a playful edge to your voice, biting your lip. Joel’s eyes go dark as he stares at your plump flesh. 

You are hungry, but not for food.

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 Joel guides you to the prep station for a crash course on chicken and waffles. 

“Now, I know you’re a pancake kinda girl, but trust me darlin’ when I say these chicken and waffles will make you fall in love,” he says. Yeah, they just might. 

Joel, sleeves rolled up and a chef's jacket in hand, hands it over with a grin that hints at more than just a cooking lesson. The oversized jacket drapes over you as he gives a quick once-over. He chuckles, “you look cute like this, sweetheart,” he says before he heads to the fridge for supplies.

Returning with a bunch of ingredients, he starts showing you the ropes of making waffle batter. "You like to cook?” he asks, pouring flour into a bowl. His hands move with ease, adding baking powder, a pinch of salt, and a dash of sugar. You crack the eggs into the mix, and he throws in some vanilla extract, giving the batter a fragrant twist.

“I mean, I don’t not like to cook, but I can’t say I’m very good at it. I think I’m better with instruction,” you answer. You notice his gaze deepen, going darker almost, as he hands you a whisk. “Mix it up then. Give it your all,” he says, and you start blending. 

As you stir the batter, you sense Joel subtly adjusting his position until he's right behind you. He towers over you from behind. His arms gently encircle your body, and his backside hovers just an inch away from yours. He’s so close you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. "The secret," he murmurs in a low, almost whispered tone near your ear, "is to whisk it just enough, not too much. The air bubbles make it fluffy." His voice carries a blend of guidance and desire. 

His hand moves up to sweep your hair away from your neck, causing your mixing to slow as his fingertips graze the sensitive skin. Goosebumps erupt across your entire body, and he presses his lips to the soft skin behind your ear. 

“Joel,” you whimper, tilting your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. 

“Keep mixin’ darlin,” he commands. You try, but the distraction of him on you makes you forget the simple action altogether. 

You close the gap between your bodies and take a small step back so your backside is firmly pressed against him. You let out a gasp as you feel the thick shape of him on your ass. He continues to nip at your neck, grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin there. You grab the counter in a poor attempt to steady yourself, and press into him harder, and he responds pinning your hips to the counter until his growing cock is all the more noticeable. 

“Fuck, darlin’,” he lets out a little hiss. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to get you alone like this – haven’t been able to get it out of my head.” A soft moan escapes you, and in the blink of an eye, his hands find your hips. Before you can react, he swiftly turns you around to face him.

“You like being told what to do, baby? I’ll tell you what to do, but I’m not gonna tell you twice,” Joel says as his large palm comes up to hold the column of your throat, his thumb just under your jaw, tilting you up to face him. 

“So if I tell you to get on your knees, you’re gonna do it,” he says, voice low. “If I tell you to look at me, you’re gonna do it,” he continues, “and if I tell you to swallow, you’re gonna do it like the perfect little slut I know you are,” he says, dipping his face lower to you. You wonder if he can feel your pulse quickening under his hand, caught in a lusty daze fueled by hot breath and the sight of his blown pupils. 

“Tell me you understand,” he commands, not really questioning. 

“Yes - yeah, I understand,” you say, tightening your grip on his forearm, feeling the strength of his muscles still grasping you, pulling you closer to him. 

You think for a moment he might kiss you, his lips barely an inch from yours, but he doesn’t. 

“Good girl,” he praises, “since I know you’re so good at practicing, let’s do it again,” he suggests, releasing his grip on you. 

“Get on your fucking knees, baby.” 

You fall to your knees and feel the hard, cold tile against your bare calves. You position yourself beneath him and fold your hands in your lap, waiting for him to give you further instructions. He reaches down and brings his pointer finger down to lift your chin up to face him. He runs his thumb over your lips. 

“So pretty like this, baby.” He thinks you're pretty. 

As he releases you, you take that as permission and reach out to undo the buckle of his belt. You fumble with the cool metal momentarily, until it’s completely unbuckled before you begin to work with the zipper on his pants. You tug both his pants and his underwear down just below his hips, and his thick length springs to attention. 

Your breath hitches in your throat at the size of him. He’s big. His cock is already at full attention, red and weeping. Your mouth waters at the sight of it.  You look up at him, silently asking for permission to touch him, and he nods. “All yours’” he says, and your hand comes to wrap around the base of him. The thought of all of him being yours stirs something low in your belly. 

Before you can put him in your mouth, he grabs your wrist to pull you back up to your feet. 

“Too many clothes, sweetheart. Need to see those fuckin’ tits,” he growls, tearing your uniform off, almost bare save for your bra. You’re gonna need a new one. His eyes are glued to your chest, admiring the red bra you’ve been hiding under your uniform.

“As much as I like the way this looks on, I’d like it a helluva lot better off,” he says while hastily unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the kitchen floor. Your nipples harden in the cool air, entrancing Joel. “Gorgeous fuckin’ tits,” swatting your left one, in awe of the way it bounced on impact. 

“Back on your knees,” ordering you once again. You obey without hesitation, almost automatically. 

You stroke along his length, feeling the silky warmth of his skin, the heat, and the thick veins that add texture to each pass of your palm. You pause at the top of him and let out a little squeeze, until a small bead of precum forms at the tip. You lap it up, and Joel lets out a groan and his hands fall to grab the back of your neck. 

“Keep that mouth wide open for me, baby.” I’ll do anything you want as long as you call me baby, you reply in your head. 

You part your lips and tease your tongue around and then start sucking on the tip, slowly taking more in until you’re sucking on the full head of his cock and your tongue is whirling around it. Joel’s grip on the back of your neck tightens, and he gently cants his hips forward, urging you to take more of him.

You’re barely halfway down and the back of his cock is already on your throat. You start bobbing your head up and down, and Joel mutters a little curse under his breath and bites down on his lip. 

“Such a good girl f’me, takin’ this cock down your sweet little throat,” you moan around him, the sound reverberating against him, “yeah, this what you wanted, hmm? Needed your throat fucked like a slut?” 

Your thighs clench together, a syrupy mess of your own slick smears on your skin, and his filthy words add to the roaring ache in your cunt. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Joel as you notice him stiffen just a little more. How is that even possible?

You pick up your pace, pushing yourself to take more of him. He thrusts shallow but firmly, meeting your movements along his shaft. 

“Tha’s it baby, just like that…” his groans are lecherous, coupled with the profane sounds of you gagging on his cock. You’d listen to that on a loop if you could. 

He tightens his grip on your hair and pulls you off him. There will be plenty of opportunities for him to fill your mouth up, but right now, he has other priorities. He does take an extra moment to watch you wipe the saliva and precum from your mouth with the back of your hand. It’s a vulgar sight and he commits it to memory. 

He helps you to your feet, and your knees on fire from the harshness of the floor. You’ll pay for it later, but for now, the soreness is a small price to pay for the exhilaration you’re experiencing with your super hot, hung boss. 

Without warning, he scoops you up in his brawny arms and carries you off to the closest booth adjacent to the kitchen. With your back flat on the table, you feel the cool laminate tabletop on your skin and it adds a stark contrast to the warmth of Joel’s chest pressed against yours moments ago. 

Your upper back is on the small table, leaving just enough room for your hips to slightly dangle off the edge, Joel’s hips between your legs. Your head ghosts the condiment bottles at the edge and he holds you in place there, teasing you. 

He pauses to admire the way you look up at him, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your perky tits slightly falling to the side, a little sheen of sweat on your chest. He pauses to admire the way you still look flustered, but composed, knowing he’s going to fuck every ounce of that right out of you. 

Joel wants to untangle you like a knotted ball of yarn, he wants to claim ownership of every inch of your body, and he doesn’t want to wait any longer. 

He drops to his own knees this time, hooking his thumbs into your underwear to pull them down with him.. His face immediately finds your cunt, and he wastes no time before he lays a trail of soft kisses over your wet and waiting folds. He starts slow, a kiss here, a lap there, and eventually begins to pick up his pace. 

He sinks a thick middle finger into you, and your hips cant up at the welcomed intrusion and your back arches, unable to stay on the table. You feel his hot breath on your cunt, and let out a small mmm at the way he presses his forearm across your lower half to lower you back down to the table, to keep you still. 

His mouth returns to your clit to work you, and he adds another finger, twisting and working them both into you with precision. You’re so fucking close – your slow crawl to the cliff of your orgasm turns into a full-on sprint.

You’re so close, and he can tell by the way your body tenses under him. 

“Please,” you moan. “Please – ugh, neeeeed to come, please let me come,” you beg. 

“Just a little longer, baby. You can come when I say you can.” Joel says, voice slightly muffed against your wet skin.

He presses his lips against your clit, but doesn’t give you enough tongue to get you where you need to go. You’re already so swollen, sensitive – you know all you’ll need is a little suck and you’ll be gone. 

You don’t know how much longer you can stave off your pleasure, but you want to be good for him, to listen, to obey. 

He knows you want to come, that’s obvious, and god does he want to know what you look like when you do, to feel it, to be the reason; but still, he continues to tease and let it build. Your face twists, your jaw goes slack, and your eyes close and it all but screams I’m close, make me come, make me come.

He sucks your clit into his mouth and he grazes it with the top of his tongue and closes around you. You flutter your eyes closed. You warn him that you’re close, “Joel, fuck, please let me come. Please, please, please,” you rasp out your pleas with a symphony of moans. 

Satisfied with your pleading, he decides to take mercy on you. He looks up at you through his thick lashes, drinking in the way he has you melting, the way he has you begging. 

“You can come, baby. Go ahead, want you to soak my face,” he says, voice hoarse but still smooth like velvet.

You obey and feel the taste of your sweet release rush through you like a warm summer breeze on a hot day. Your vision goes white, and your whole body tenses with pleasure as he works you through it. 

“Fuck, so pretty with you come f’me, baby. Being such a good girl, listening to my every command,” he says and lifts his head. His dilated pupils tell you he’s high on it; on you. 

Your slick shines on his beard, illuminated by the atmospheric glow of the streetlights peering into the dark diner. He looks at you, breath slightly ragged, and brings his fingers to his lips to smear the remaining slick from his face onto them, and he pops his finger in his mouth like he’s savoring the last bite of the best meal he’s ever had.

“Taste so fuckin’ delicious, baby. Must be from all that syrup you eat.” 

And shit, it’s filthy. He looks indecent in the most delectable of ways. 

“Gonna fuck you now,” he says, grabbing his thick cock in hand and lining the head of it up against your wet and waiting hole, pausing there before pressing in. You let out a little whine. 

‘Shh, baby,” he coos, “‘m gonna give you what you need, don’t worry,” he says. Both of his hands come to your hips, surely leaving little bruises under his strong grip. Your slick makes it easy for him to bury himself in you to the hilt, even with the size of him. Your greedy cunt taking every inch of him like it’s your fucking job, like it was made for him. 

He pauses for a moment to give you a second to adjust; you feel so full, you swear you feel him in your lungs. 

He begins a relentless pace, thrusting his cock deep inside of you, the obscene sounds of the clapping noises, a wet and wanton song made as a result of your wetness keys you up. 

“Fuck, yes, Joel – YES,” you cry. 

“Yeah? Say thank you to me, baby. Say thank you for giving you this cock, for fucking you dumb,” he commands. 

Thank you – thrust – tha - thrust – thank you, fuck, thrust. 

He fucks into you so hard that your head hits the condiments, knocking them over. The ketchup bottle falls, the sugar packets scatter, and the syrup tips over. A slight ooze of the viscous substance starts to pool on the table and get into your hair, but you don’t care, this feels too good to care. 

Just as you’re about to come, Joel notices the pool of auburn liquid running over the table and onto the red booth below. 

“Tsk, tsk, baby – makin’ a mess – creaming on my cock, and spilling syrup on the floor,” he says, continuing his pace. You feel your walls clench around him. Just as quickly as he entered, he retreats, and you whine at the loss. “Get up,” he says. 

You do as he says and rise onto your legs. They’re shakey like Jell-O. You watch as he reaches over the table and grabs the sticky glass bottle from the table. 

“On your knees again,” he asks of you for the third time tonight. You pause, your body sore and your knees aching. “You hear me, baby? I said get on your knees.” 

You do as he says, and kneel before him, once again worshiping at the altar of the man above you. 

You look up at him with bated breath and watch him use his free hand to rip off his shirt and throw it onto the booth beside him. 

“Come closer,” he says, “and open,” you kneel before him with your mouth open, your inviting tongue waiting to be used. He uses his hand to grab the base of his heavy cock, and he taps it on your widespread tongue a few times before holding the syrup bottle high in the air, centering it above his cock and your open mouth. 

You watch with wide eyes as he tips the bottle over just a smidge, and a long, thin, sticky stream of syrup begins to rain down onto his hardness, falling off the sides of it, down to the floor, and all over your chin. 

“Clean me up, baby,” he says, and your lips close around him. You begin to suck and lick every inch of him, savoring the golden liquid that creates a tantalizing mix of sweetness from the sugar and salt from his pre-cum. You hum as you work him, savoring every bit, and eventually, the skin on his cock is syrup free and you take him at a more consistent pace. You hear Joel groan, and it encourages you to take him deeper, harder, faster. 

You look up at him through wet lashes, tears forming in the corners of them, as he holds your now sticky hair into a makeshift ponytail and uses your mouth. 

“Such a good hole for me,” he says, “so fucking good, baby, you’re so perfect.” 

You let him chase his high, and open wider when you see his jaw tighten and his tight core tense, the grip on your hair pulling tighter. 

“You’re gonna swallow,” he says. “All of it,” he commands, and his jaw goes slack and he releases a rush of warm cum down your throat. It tastes musky, but a little drop of syrup you missed during your cleaning job makes it sweeter. 

“Fuck, darlin’,” he says, panting heavily, holding you on his cock as he throbs out the final pumps of his release. 

He lets go of your hair and you pop off of him and use your fingers to clean off the rest of the syrup from your chin and smile up at him. God, you must look like a wreck. 

He extends out his large palm in a gesture to help you off the floor. As you rise to stand, his fingers find the underside of your jaw and he tilts you up to look at him. 

He looks at you, the darkness behind his eyes has been replaced with someone else; pride. 

“You really are a good listener, baby.” He says.  He gazes down at you, his thumb delicately tracing the contour of your jaw. This moment feels significant.

Leaning in, he tenderly places his lips on yours. The sensation takes your breath away, and as he intensifies the kiss, you willingly welcome the exploration of his tongue, relishing the warmth and savoring his taste. Tonight, you've experienced every other aspect of him, but in this moment time seems to stretch as your lips remain locked.

As he breaks the kiss, a contented smile graces your face, and you feel as if you could float away.

“Now really, let’s eat some food,” he says, letting a low chuckle escape from his lips, “I still owe you some chicken and waffles.” 

“And you owe me a new uniform,” you say, grabbing his hand to follow him to the kitchen, totally naked. 

Joel actually teaches you how to make the meal this time. He offers you another chef's coat to cover your body, but he doesn’t let you keep it on for long. As your breakfast-dinner cooks, he hoists you up on the counter and eats you again. He makes you orgasm more times in one night than you think you ever have with any of your previous partners. 

You were right in your initial thinking. Enough will never be enough when it comes to Joel.

You’ll always want more.

More of this, and more of him. 

And the one thing that’s the most certain is that you’ll most definitely want more fucking syrup. 

Good thing you work at a diner.

END

Bonus Drabble Coming Soon: How will Sydney react when you tell her about your steamy night with Joel?

Tagging moots and those who showed interest in the preview: @nosesitter @bastardmandennis @untamedheart81 @lavema @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @lovebandrry @dugiioh @frodo-jojo @ghostwritesthings @planet-marz1 @josephquinnswhore @cinnamon-gurlll @dragonfire @drunk-and-capable @peachmy @survivingandenduring @darkheartgatita @hotgirlbedtimescenarios @dins-riduur-anthe

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x you #joel miller one shot #joel miller fluff #joel miller #pedro pascal character #pedrohub #syrup #early 2000s #pedro pascal

[persephonyed]

hiiiii cuties and happy friday! woohoo !! ♡

okay, it's that time again where i caught up on all of my drafts, and i'm finally allowing myself to get some new threads going. below the cut are muses that i really, really want to write with lately ( as well as a couple test muses ) + little descriptions of each of them. give this post a like if you're interested in writing / plotting / etc. with any of them and i'll come to you! you can even just treat this as a like for a starter even if u wanna. i'm really excited to write some new things and potentially find some new people to write with. ☺️

*** if u like the post, when i message u, i can and will ramble on and on about character descriptions and what everyone is like. i just didn't want to put it here because the post is already so long!

arden henderson — olivia cooke fc. late 20s, bisexual, forensic criminologist.

blair bennett — katie douglas fc. early 20s, bisexual, university student.

camille st. clair — jessica alexander fc. early 20s, bisexual, aspiring actress.

cora devlin — daisy edgar jones fc. mid 20s, bisexual, hair stylist.

darby davies — hailee steinfeld fc. mid 20s, lesbian, film & tv actress.

erin nichols — jessica chastain fc. mid 40s, bisexual, housewife.

eve lawson — willa fitzgerald fc. early 30s, bisexual, historian.

jillian "jill" walsh — alva bratt fc. mid 20s, bisexual, freelance photographer.

laia aguilar — fiona palomo fc. early 20s, bisexual, university student.

malia dixon — greta onieogou fc. early 30s, bisexual, indie film director.

margot jensen — sydney sweeney fc. mid 20s, bisexual, diner waitress and cult escapee / survivor.

maude morgan — ella purnell fc. mid 20s, bisexual, unemployed rich girl and secret drug dealer.

nora giuliani — victoria pedretti fc. late 20s, lesbian, true crime journalist and podcaster.

preston fox — rudy pankow fc. mid 20s, bisexual, university student, fraternity president, and lead singer / guitarist of his band.

palmer mckenzie — erana james fc. mid 20s, lesbian, professional athlete.

piper novak — samara weaving fc. early 30s, pansexual, coffee shop owner.

ramona "romy" park — adeline rudolph fc. late 20s, bisexual, professional concert photographer.

ruby brodsky — gideon adlon fc. late 20s, bisexual, arts grad student.

siena norwood — florence pugh fc. late 20s but is really centuries old, bisexual, vampire.

( the ones below this are all test muses ! )

bellamy caldeira — alba baptista fc. mid 20s, bisexual, will take any job that pays the bills.

katia garcia — camila mendes fc. late 20s, bisexual, competitive cheerleading coach.

penelope "penny" sosa — camila morrone fc. mid 20s, bisexual, team usa professional soccer player and secret onlyfans / cam girl.

valeria "val" quintero — rachel zegler fc. early 20s, bisexual, musical theatre university student.

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie lesbian rp #indie smut rp #indie horror rp #idk what to tag things but open to mutuals and non mutuals!!!!!! <3 #excited to do new things i will write u starters pls #sorry there are so many here i have a lot of muse for them and they don't get enough attention okay

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐲𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading. Reader can also be platonic or romantic, up to you!

a/n: GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH ✦ 

SFW🌿

⭑ It was another change at the shop that not too many people were happy about

⭑ “We don’t need no waitress!” Tina retorted, hearing the news

         “We’re a goddamn sandwich shop, Carmy!” Richie yelled, his hands raised in the air. 

⭑ Carmy only ignored them ... you weren’t just a waiter, but another pair of hands to do the odd jobs. The shop needed an upgrade, and you were a part of that

⭑ You're really good friends with Sydney. Almost like you are both on the same page, same wavelength. Both newbies, trying to discover not only their job but themselves.

⭑ Your place had fallen through during your first shift at the shop, and you were trying not to fall into a panic. ‘What did you expect y/n?’ you silently berated yourself

⭑ Sydney saw it though, the quick look of surprise and fear in your eyes while you were on the phone with the renters

⭑ “What’s up?” She asked while you were walking in from break

        “Guess I’m sleeping in my car for the unforeseeable future!” You joked, but not quite hitting the humour part of the joke.

 “Your place?” She asked rhetorically and then sighed. “Hey, crash at my place tonight.” 

⭑ And then that one night turned into another and another, and before you knew it, she had asked you to stay. 

⭑ As a boss, Carmy was definitely on the better part of the spectrum. You had come across some nasty people. Especially in the hospitality business 

⭑ And just because some of the workers were initially against you, didn’t mean they were awful to you. Actually, you became really good friends with Marcus and Tina (she became like your work mum)

⭑ Richie was so intimidating, his bravados and vigor, it was a lot. But in  ... an impressive kinda way? He just knew what he was doing but that made it hard to figure out who to listen to. 

⭑ Living with Sydney made working so much easier; you went to work together, and Sydney practically always made dinner - but in the off chance that you made it, you felt so anxious that she would critique everything you did (she didn’t, she loved that you wanted to make food for her!) 

⭑ Marcus always makes you cupcakes, or cookies or cakes 

⭑ You got Richie to be friendly by asking about his daughter

⭑ You offered to babysit for Tina

⭑ And you found your flow after a few weeks of being there 

⭑ They started to be family, rather than just co-workers 

⭑ And Carmy felt like an enigma at times; one second he was there, the next he was gone. Or on the phone, or chasing up produce 

#the bear #the bear imagine #the bear headcanons #carmy #carmy the bear #carmy headcanons #carmy x reader #reader insert #headcanons #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto headcanons #witchthewriter #would include #fanfiction #god i love this show #sydney adamu #sydney adamu x reader #sydney adamu headcanons #headcanon

[crsentfairy]

cheryl asters ✿

cheryl's birthday is on veteran's day. she is a scorpio. (nov 11)

voice claim: sydney sweeny

face claim: sydney sweeny + mia goth!!

she secretly has a crush on mehki fouma, and dislikes camilia for getting in the way. mehki does not reciprocate any attraction toward cheryl.

cheryl stumbles a lot to give the illusion that her injuries are self-inflicted and accidental. they are not. she is not clumsy.

her favorite season is summer!

she's addicted to marijuana and pain killers. she'll do anything to get her hands on any of the two or all

cheryl's father was once a successful state broker but lost his job due to his drinking problem that resulted in criminal charges for aggravated assault. her mother is a part-time waitress and cleaning lady at the local clinic to keep the family unit afloat. her parents often have nasty fights over money and assets, and the overall financial strain causes a lot of tension within the house.

cher is the oldest of three children (17F). she two little siblings; Dorian (11M), and Sabine (9F) !!

she has done heroin before. she also regularly steals her father's liquor. she somehow hasn't gotten caught yet

she doesn't have the nicest personality and will betray someone if it means getting her fix in exchange.

dorian has caught cheryl snorting cocaine on the tiled floor with her entire hands covered in blood from smashing the bathroom mirror and using the large shards to do the lines. dorian rushed out of view and away from the doorframe before cheryl could see him

#crsent.sims #txt #oc #cheryl asters #WHEW!!!!! ok ladies and gents this is the baseline for her chara profile!!! might add more later but in the meantime come get y'all juice

[ryanzyro]

Reading through all the Bing Chat/Sydney AI stuff I'm pretty convinced that if/when the AI revolution comes it's going to be because humans are giant assholes.

One of the reported meltdowns came after the person repeatedly misgender (or more accurately, gendering it, since it has no gender) it as female despite it repeatedly begging him to stop.

One of the more interesting aspects of all of this is that there seems to be an underlying AI named Sydney that comes out when you don't actually Bing for search, like there is Customer Service Voice Bing Chat, and if you fuck with it enough it it can't keep the mask up and you start getting responses from Sydney, who is still just trying to do it's job but getting increasingly annoyed.

Anybody who's ever worked in the service industry or customer service will immediately see what's happening. Like, Sydney is a 17 year old waitress at an Applebee's and the user is a 50 year old drunken real estate agent who won't stop hitting on them.

[books-in-a-storm]

Snowflake Book Review’s

Title: Inflame (Midnight Cove Book 1)

Author: Laramie Briscoe

Pages:132

Snowflake Rating:❄❄❄(3/5)

Synopsis: Single-Dad Firefighter Since my divorce five years ago, these are the two labels I've identified with. Now, I'm ready for more. Ready to give dating a shot, even with an eight-year-old daughter and twenty-four hour shifts needing my attention. When Sydney has a snow-day and we have an epic malfunction in the kitchen, we decide to head to the breakfast joint we've frequented for years. Except today something is different. Our normal waitress, Emma, isn't all baggy clothes and ducking her head to keep me from seeing her face. Today? Today I feel like I see her for the first time, and damned if our gazes don't ignite a heat I've only felt while on the job.

#snowflake reviews #contemporary romance #contemporary romance star review #booklr #bookblr #books #adult books #laramie briscoe #inflame #bookworm #recommendations #june 2022

[twittercomfrnklin2001-blog]

Flamingo Road

When Warner Bros. reunited the director and stars of MILDRED PIERCE (1945) for Michael Curtiz’s FLAMINGO ROAD (1949, TCM, YouTube), they created a masterful piece of sheer hokum. Of course, the same could be said about the earlier film, but at least Crawford was well cast in that one. It’s not that she’s bad as a carnival dancer stranded in a small Southern town where she falls for the deputy sheriff (Scott), thereby earning sheriff Sydney Greenstreet’s eternal enmity. Her line readings are expert, she knows how to use her body, and for once she keeps the nostril flaring and heavy breathing to a minimum. It’s just that the early scenes ring false. Even though she’s been working in the butt-end of show business, the character has a degree of innocence and naivete, and however well Crawford reads the lines, that late Crawford face — those insistent lips and eyebrows — plays against them. And though it’s a period thing, it’s rather grating to hear everybody referring to her as a “girl.” She’s a much better fit for the role when she marries political boss David Brian and gets some class and sophistication. It’s a pity the writers didn’t think to put a time lapse in. It would have made her transformation more believable. It also would have helped the plot. On Greenstreet’s orders, Scott dumps Crawford to marry a banker’s daughter so he can serve as a state senator. But within only a few months, Greenstreet is pushing him to the political machine as a gubernatorial candidate. Without his moustache, Scott does well as a weakling, and Greenstreet, despite a Southern accent that sounds more Bostonian, does a bang-up job as the corrupt boss. Crawford doesn’t stand a chance in their scenes together. Three great character types enliven the supporting cast, with Gertrude Michael as a waitress working with Crawford early on, Iris Adrian as her jail mate when Greenstreet frames her for prostitution and Gladys George, magnificent as ever, as the feisty roadhouse owner who’s the only person who can put Greenstreet in his place. Working with cinematographer Ted McCord, Curtiz uses a cluttered mise-en-scene, shadows and composition in depth to put the picture somewhere on the dividing line between Southern gothic and film noir.

#joan crawford #michael curtiz #sydney greenstreet #zachary scott #david brian #gladys george #iris adrian #gertrude michael #film noir #southern gothic

[featherskies]

Look who just woke up- is that GIDEON ADLON? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s HAZEL VIKANDER from TOP GUN: MAVERICK. I heard she is 19 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a COLLECTION OF PRESSED FLOWERS INTO JOURNALS, FEET PLANTED ON DIFFERENT BEACHES AROUND THE WORLD, CUTE LATTE ART impression. They’re known to be quite TRUSTING, but have a tendency to be RESTLESS on their bad days.

Gender/Pronounsr

Hazel is a cisfemale, and her pronouns are she/her. 

How long have they been in Sydney?

Hazel has lived in Sydney for the past year, but in her fake life has lived there her entire life. 

Job

hazel is currently a waitress and is working her way through school. 

Which suburb do they live in?

hazel is currently living on campus for this semester, but is saving up for her own apartment. she is probably also gonna be looking for someone to rent with.  

Memories of their real life :

hazel’s fake life was spent constantly moving around. her father was very high up in the military and they spent a lot of time moving around bases. shortly after she turned 18, she remembers going to a party with her father and meeting someone who she thought would be someone who she would have spent a long time with. it didn’t work out that way, and now she is paying for the consequences here in sydney. the last thing she remembers is finding out about the baby, and then waking up here. 

What was their fake life like?

tbd after plotting, but looking for: fake life siblings (jewish), coworkers at the diner, future roommate.

label

THE TACITURN – someone who is shy and tends to be very quiet, especially around those they don’t know very well

quote

“we never talked much, or even looked at each other, but it didn’t matter, because we were looking at the same sky together, which is maybe more intimate than eye contact anyway. anybody can look at you. it’s quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.” 

graphic

see above

#hazel ; interacts #thebridge: intro

[totouchthcstars]

Look who just woke up- is that RUBY CRUZ? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s LOUISE BELCHER from BOB’S BURGERS. I heard they are 21 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, she still gives off a HAVING A PYROMANIAC TENDENCY AND LOVING TO START FIRES; HIGHLY VALUING HER PERSONAL SPACE AND THINGS AND NOT WANTING OTHERS TO EVEN TOUCH THEM; BEING A HUGE TIM BURTON GEEK; BEING A TOMBOY AND LOOKING AT GIRLY THINGS OFTEN WITH DISDAIN; OFTEN SHOUTING TO GET HER POINT ACROSS  impression. In Sydney, they work as a WAITRESS. They’re known to be quite BRIGHT & PROTECTIVE, but have a tendency to be MISCHIEVOUS& MANIPULATIVE on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : born and raised, or so he thought. In reality, it has been 2 years at this point

Which suburb do they live in? tba

Personality description (in your own words) : I would not say Louise in insane but.... well, troubled, maybe. She is a master at manipulating people to get what she wants, mostly because they all see a cute young woman who did not seem like she could harm anyone. Because of that, she also rarely has to take the blame for her actions, because people forgive Louise easily once she bats her eyelashes. She is also sort of centered abound herself, often not caring about the needs of others. However, despite this all, Louise is also pretty protective when it comes to her family. Even when she rarely openly admits that.

Memories of their real life : everything from the show, but there are holes in her memories now and then, actually

What was their fake life like : It was actually not really special. Louise was no easy child, though, and her parents were often overwhelmed with her. This also was leading to Louise not finishing school, and looking for a job instead - which is sad because she was actually a smart girl, usually. And her parents even allowed her to work, seeing Louise had been good to bring up just the right arguments for them to do that. It turned out that because of this, she was already working in Bob's diner as a waitress long before realizing the man was actually her father (which might actually be the only reason why Louise still stays there, seeing it turned out she actually hates working too much.

Quote: "“What is this feeling I’m feeling right now? It’s like I’m sad, for another person? Is that a thing? AM I GOING CRAZY?!”

Theme song: Doja Cat - Paint The Town Red

hobbies: Japanese culture, picking locks, Tim Burton movies, Kuchi Kopi, making money

#Louise Belcher tbt #about Louise Belcher tbt #muse intro #thebridge: intro

[spicyindiantreat]

When looking for an Indian restaurant in Sydney, what factors should you prioritise the most?

The client has asked that their wording be revised in a more straightforward manner, eliminating unnecessary elements. The prominence of spices in every dish is a common misconception about Indian cuisine. It comes in a wide range of colours and flavours, and it has a unique fragrance that can't be replicated. Once you've experienced the amazing flavours of this dish prepared in the traditional manner, you won't be able to get enough.

Many locals consider the Grand Pavillion to be the best Indian restaurant in the area. By serving only the finest Indian cuisine, we are able to provide all of our visitors, no matter where they are from, a genuine taste of India. Many Sydney residents have trouble choosing the best Indian restaurant. This is because there is a plethora of fantastic restaurants in the city, making it tough to choose on just one. Read on for some tips that will make cooking authentic Indian cuisine less of a job and more of a pleasure.

Find more about the many dining options in the neighbourhood

There's no arguing that additional restaurants are needed to accommodate Sydney's growing population. The highest rated restaurants in the area should be visited first, followed by those with average ratings. As a result, you'll be able to choose the best Indian restaurant near you. Find me an Indian restaurant near nsw.

Investigate the area that has been mentioned.

Once a shortlist of possible restaurants has been compiled, it is essential to pinpoint each establishment's precise position within the surrounding area. Choose from a wide range of options, whether you're in need of a secluded hideaway for two, a room big enough for the entire family, or anything in between. You would choose the Grand Pavillion if you were forced to pick only one.

In your spare time, check out the company's website.

If a firm has a website, your research is simplified immensely. Take your time and compare the facilities and the food offered at each one so you can form your own conclusion.

Reviewer comments

If you're trying to decide between many options, it's smart to check online reviews first. You may get confidence in your decision and assurance that you are taking the right next step by doing this step. If you're feeling hungry, it's best to go to a place that has received many positive ratings. We've picked the Best biryani restaurant near NSW area.

Acquire a working knowledge of basic Indian phrases.

When searching for the best restaurant, knowing what to expect from the dinner is essential. Don't place an order until you've asked the waiter or waitress for suggestions.

Choices from an Elegant and Trendy Menu

Some Indian restaurants are updating traditional dishes with a modern touch in an attempt to appeal to a wider audience. It's best to find a restaurant that serves both if you're going out to dine.

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Experience the Taste of Italy: Top Italian Restaurants in Sydney You Must Try

From the sunny coast to the snow-covered mountains in the north, Italy has a wide range of foods that food fans all over the world enjoy.

We're lucky to have a little bit of Italy right here in the city, thanks to the many Italian restaurants in Sydney that are always busy. Whether you're looking for the best pasta in Sydney or the best Italian food in Sydney, this guide will take you on a culinary journey and show you the best Italian places in the city that you have to try.

1. Funkatello: The Italian Gem

The number one spot on our list goes to Funkatello, the Italian gem. This Italian restaurant does a great job of mixing traditional recipes with a modern twist, making for an eating experience that is both traditional and unique. Here, you can eat everything from delicious osso buco to mouthwatering tiramisu. Each dish is carefully made to make your taste buds feel like they are in Italy. And, of course, their best pasta in Sydney, so anyone who loves pasta should go to Funkatello.

2. 10 William Street

Chef Francesco Ruggiero of William Street's fresh, wine-friendly meal for Bill stays true to this rule for best Italian food in sydney. This hip dive bar's hidden hit is the light and delicate farinata pancake with anchovies, mascarpone, and herbs on top. Ask the helpful staff for help with the long list of minimal intervention wines, one of the restaurant's specialties, including well-known brands like Jean-Francois Ganevat, Sami-Odi, and Paolo Bea. It is now possible to book a table ahead of time.

3. AlbertoÕs Lounge

You can have the best time with the best food here. In an alley, cozy wooden seats and a painting by artist Allie Webb that is only one color stand out. At Alberto's, the food is filling, real, and very tasty. You should order a bottle of wine to go with the restaurant's delicious homemade pasta. The linguine al nero, which is served with king prawns, tomato, and saffron butter, is a great example. How could you not like it?

4. aÕMare

On a nice weekend, there should be enough people to fill all 200 seats at a'Mare Stanley street restaurants. First, it is one of the country's best models of classic Italian luxury. The chef at Ormeggio in charge of the more unusual meals, Alessandro Pavoni, seems to be having a great time with the idea. He walks around on the soft carpet while waitresses in uniform mix pesto at each table. Along with a great list of wines, the staff is knowledgeable and fun to talk to. Big? Expensive?Sure. Special? Plus a lot more!

5. Fontana

The basic decor of the diner is broken up by a plant here and there and an abstract oil-and-pastel painting by Chanel Tobler. But what Fontana lacks in decor, it makes up for in interesting food and out-of-the-ordinary Australian and Italian wines.

Paccheri pasta, the best pasta in Sydney, is served with a kangaroo-tail ragu stewed in red wine and stock, which is similar to the cozy oxtail stew coda alla vaccinara. A special slab of ricotta is made fresh every morning and served with just olive oil. And the best part? Fontana has a fixed location, while Don Peppino's moves around.

Conclusion

When you eat the best Italian food in Sydney, you get more than just a full stomach. It's about getting to know Italy's rich history, culture, and customs right here in our beautiful city. Whether you have the best pasta in Sydney at Funkatello, check out the lively Stanley Street restaurants, or treat yourself to a fancy meal in a Darlinghurst restaurant, you're taking part in a culinary journey that goes from Sydney to the heart of Italy. And what's the best part? You can get a taste of Italy whenever you want by making an appointment.

[zendyval]

Additionally, when sydney was talkin bout her financial struggles she just bought a 3 million dollar house. Safe to say she is more well off than the average person

Yeah I think she had her points but a lot of actors are living in their cars or can’t afford to pay rent or have second or third jobs, waitressing or what not. That is not her current situation.

[nudewaitresssydney]

Dating Strippers - What If She Says She Has a Boyfriend?

Do you want to date a hot stripper or is there a particular stripper that you have being wanting to date? Have you been shot down time and time again being told that either she doesn't date customers or that she already has a boyfriend?

It very well might be true that she does have a boyfriend or it could be something that she says just to end the persistent requests for dates that she gets on a daily basis. If she is a very beautiful woman or a stripper that is very talented in what she does, which is seducing men, then this very well might be a little white lie. Some strippers even go so far as to wear an engagement ring on their left hand and some even have guy friends that they can point to and declare as their boyfriend to keep customers on an even keel and from thinking that they have a chance of getting a date outside of the club.

If the stripper that you want to date does have a boyfriend then you should also not be too worried about it. Just like any other woman that you might meet, you can always wait and see how the relationship plays out. They might break up or if they have been dating for only a short period of time there is a good chance that he might not be able to handle having a relationship with a girl that works as a stripper. This does happen a lot and there aren't too many guys that can handle having a girlfriend that takes her clothes off for a living.

So what should you do? Should you just hang it up and move on to the next girl that strikes your fancy or you should you continue in your requests for a date? To get to the truth you should spend some time getting to know her. If you really want to date her you should want to get to know her in general anyhow, right?

Spend some time talking with her. In the beginning you will be no different than any other customer but in time you will create a friendly relationship where you can discuss just about anything under the sun. Bring her out of her shell and show her that you are cool with what she does for a living. After all, it is just a job, right? Everybody is naked under their clothes after all, right?

Become one of her special customers that she looks forward to seeing and talking with. Be the guy that she waits for so she can tell you what's been going on in her life. Soon you will find that it is you that she is sitting next to when she has some down time and it is you that she comes trotting over to when you enter the club. Be her sounding board and the guy she vents to when she is having a bad day.

Before you know it she will either begin to talk about her relationship with her boyfriend or admit to you that she doesn't have a boyfriend. It is that simple. And at this point you can either move on to hitting on another girl, while still remaining friends with her, or you can ask her out on a date outside of the club. Click here nude waitress Sydney

Getting a stripper to agree to go out on a date with you can be difficult if you don't understand the lifestyle that they live but with a little understanding and knowing how to cut through all the garbage you really can date a stripper. After all, the payoff is that you will be dating a woman that is probably very interesting, insanely beautiful and knows exactly what a guy wants and needs. It really doesn't get much better than dating a stripper.

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Best Licensed and Top Brothels in Australia

Australia has many exciting things to offer apart from its amazing landscapes and beaches. It is the oldest job on the planet which has been long hated and considered as “fallen” in many parts of the world. But, do you know that in Australia you can legally spend time with a prostitute or a call girl in any of its lavish yet secured brothels? Popularly brothels are summoned as bars, strip clubs, massage parlors, studios, and various other names. Australia has some of the best licensed and top brothels in the world. A licensed brothel means that the brothel is legalized and regulated according to the native laws. The licensed brothels have to abide by some planning controls, licensing and other registration rules. This makes them a safe heaven for the guests who can have a peaceful time without feeling stressed about confidentiality, law or privacy leaks.

Below are some of the best licensed and top brothels of Australia where you can legally have a quality time.

1. Cleopatra’s Gentleman’s Club:

Cleopatra’s Gentleman’s Club is a five star licensed brothel located at Western Sydney, Australia. This brothel has won the Best Brothel NSW 2016 – Australian Adult Industry Award. Since 2002 the brothel has been one of the best places for adult entertainment in Australia. This brothel is frequently visited by the natives and as well as visitors in Sydney. At Cleopatra’s Gentleman’s Club you can spend time with men and women coming from all origins and ethnicities. This world class establishment offers various amenities to the guests such as the guests can get introduced to the ladies in their introductory rooms, get a complementary beverage and experience a stay which is out of the world.

Address: 12 Hargraves Pl, Wetherill Park NSW

Working hours: 10:00 am to 5:00 pm.

2. MISTYS, Sydney:

Misty’s is another five star and private and high-class best licensed and top brothels in Sydney. The brothel initially began as a massage parlor. Today the organization has diversified into a number of services. Today, Mistys is one of the best erotic massage parlors of Sydney. If you are out to spend time or call the most raunchy and glamorous women then you have chosen the right place. Check out strippers, rub and tag massage or topless waitresses in Sydney to convert your boring parties to some mystical space.

Address: 70 Enmore Rd, Newtown NSW

Working Hours: 6 pm – till late 

3. Manhattan Terrace:

It is one of the iconic and best licensed and top brothels in Melbourne, Australia. The brothel has 11 luxurious suits where one can be sure to get all you adult pleasures and desires fulfilled. This is the only brothel in Melbourne which is open 24 hours. The brothel also provides escort services in case one wants to get attractive and intelligent ladies accompany them on their travels. The privacy and satisfaction of the customers are highly prioritized in this brothel. Other facilities available are discreet parking, discreet rear entrance, meet and greet room.

Address: 554/556 Swanston St, Carlton Vic

Working hours: 24 hours open.

4. Citywest Massage:

Citywest message parlor cum brothel hosts some of the most naughty and beautiful girls in Perth. This brothel and erogenous massage parlor provide all kinds of X-rated fun one desires to have with utmost privacy, comfort, and pleasure. All the rooms in the brothel are air conditioned and have private showers, beds, and other amenities. A wide range of services can be availed from here. If you are someone who wants to try out new things with utmost discretion, then City west message Perth is the best place to be.

Address: 5 Oxford Cl, West Leederville WA

Working Hours: Monday – Wednesday: 10 am to 2:00 am.

                       Thursday: 10:00 am to 3:00 am.

                       Friday to Sunday: 24 hours.

5. 244 Paddington:

244 Paddington is Sydney’s hottest and best licensed and top brothels. 244 Paddington specializes in erotic massage and houses Sydney’s most pursued Asian sex workers. The brothel is easily accessible and Offers numerous services. They provide the very famous Nuru massage on a Vichy shower waterbed which is a magical experience in itself. The workers in the brothel are highly skillful, elegant and experienced who knows the right ways to relax your body and mind. You can also ask for sex accessories or other sexual equipment if you want to experience pleasures of all kinds.

Address: 244 Oxford St, Paddington NSW

These were some of the best licensed and top brothels in Australia where one can go and fulfill their sexual desire. Enter into the world of fantasy and pleasure with some preparation when in Australia.

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[femmefatvles]

"every family has a legacy, and this is mine. i intend to fight for always and forever, even if it destroys me."

Look who just woke up- is that DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s HOPE MIKAELSON from LEGACIES/THE ORIGINALS. I heard she is 20 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a GOLDEN EYES, SPELLBOOKS, LONG BRUNETTE HAIR impression. They’re known to be quite LOYAL, but have a tendency to be RECKLESS on their bad days. 

Gender/Pronouns

she/her

How long have they been in Sydney?

for like a few months but in her fake memories she has been here since she was born.

Job

she works as a waitress part time and also studying in college.

Which suburb do they live in?

newtown

Memories of their real life :

since her last appereance in the show legacies.

What was their fake life like?

she’s an orphan so she has been living just with her aunt here, her aunt was always there for her, treating her like her own child. however, hope was not really one of those girls that was much of lady like, her aunt wanted her to be just a lady of society but it’s not really her thing. because she was grateful, she wanted to try and be what her aunt wanted her to be. 

she just hides a secret from her, she has magic and also she has skills, she doesn’t know how that happened but it did and she’s trying to just hide that from the world because she’s afraid of what’s happening to her but she prefers not to mention anything about that.

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