#waitress was far from the first musical i ever loved

[tulsa24]

oh i love waitress so much

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Hey 👋🏽!!,

I just want to stop by and say I absolutely love your fics, you capture Daryl so well😍. I was wondering if you could write something where Norman stops by his restaurant in Senoia for a quick meeting and sees the hot new waitress working there and it's lust at first sight🥵😈 .. He has to have her.. They meet up after her shift takes her back to his home and c o m p l e t e l y ruins her 🥴🫠: Blowjob & swallow, NORMAN WHIMPERING 😩🤌🏽 as reader sucks him off, deep fingering, face sitting & squirt, eating out tongue fuck!ng, ROUGH doggie style with a sloppy creampie breeding kink ending 😮‍💨 WHEW LAWD😶‍🌫️🫣, I hope this isn't too off the rails for you 🙃 Below is an aesthetic of what I want female reader and Norman to look like

"The New Girl"

Please and thank you 🙏🏾 🤭

GIRL. OMFG. THE WAY YOU DID NOT HOLD BACK AT ALL?? LITERALLY CURLING MY TOES PULLING MY HAIR KNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

I’m actually really scared because this is gonna be my first time ever writing for Norman, or an actor in general, and I’m just nervous for this to come out like super corny or I write him super out of character and it’s like your average fangirl fanfic but tbh we’re just gonna close our eyes, spin around in circles and god willing nothing bad happens

The reader is black, obvs, but it’s written in a way where everyone can still enjoy and squeeze their thighs together, you’ll just be one of us in this story 🎀

Also how did I not know Norman had a restaurant… three actually…

This definitely has a word count of atleast 4k my phone actually started to slow down everytime I opened this

@blackvelveteen1339 I hope I did you justice cause holy fucking hell this was the hottest request EVER ❤️❤️

THE NEW GIRL

“Are ya' impressed yet?”

Everyone knows that moving to another place will always be the hardest feature in life, let alone moving to a whole new city in a whole different state.

Senoia was absolutely stunning, with breathtaking views and beach perfect weather. It was totally everything that you had hoped it would be, and so was your little studio apartment, which wasn’t bad at all considering the cozy size, not to mention there were quite a few stores around, also well as the infamous main street.

You sighed, a twinge of sadness. At almost twenty-seven, this would be your first time ever living alone, having lived with your parents for a huge chunk of your life. You were still young and wanted to go out into the big world on your own, and for the longest Georgia had been calling out your name.

Some of your friends and family had discouraged you from going, claiming that it was ridiculous to move so far away from home so carelessly. For a minute, you had even thought so yourself, repeating it over and over again in your head that it wasn’t worth it, or that it was just a dumb dream, and you didn’t even have a path in mind. It was a reckless thing to do, to go into a whole new state with no clue on what you wanted to do with yourself, let alone who you wanted to be.

Yet, here you sat in your new apartment, with nothing but a suitcase, duffel bag and mattress to your name, yes, happier than you’ve ever been but lonely as well. You check your phone, swiping through your notifications before unlocking it, and opening your Instagram.

You had always been a quiet and reserved person with a bit of a wild side, which you kept hidden very well under wraps. Your feed consisted of hair tips, food, traveling, and a little heat. You followed a couple of influencers, mostly your favorite music artists, and actors. There were lots of concerts happening in Atlanta, which you found wasn't far away from Senoia at all. You'd always wanted to see some of your faves in person, but none of them had ever come out to where you used to live. Not to mention, it was expensive. Speaking of expensive, you realized that you would need to start looking for a job sooner or later if you wanted to keep your studio.

Luckily you had enough to pay rent for at least the next few months, however, groceries were quite pricey these days. You huffed and glanced over to your suitcase to where it remained unpacked in the corner, clothes spilling out of it from where you had been carelessly digging through it. You had only been in Georgia for a few weeks, and hadn't really left to go anywhere. By the looks from what you could see out the window, it was an undeniably nice day, and job opportunities were always fluttering around. You decided that it was finally time to get your shit together and show Senoia what kind of girl you really were.

Swinging off your makeshift bed, you rose to your feet, grimacing slightly and groaning softly as you stretched and walked over towards the bathroom, frowning at the tangled mess that was your hair once you stood in front of the mirror. There were also a few stains on your shirt. Yeah, a shower was definitely needed. You twisted the handle to the middle and allowed the water to heat up, padding over to your messy suitcase.

There were a couple of hangers in the closet but that was about it. Luckily there were also shelves built in which would have to do for now. You were probably going to need a small list of things, hangers being priority number one.

Going through the suitcase, you had your everyday clothes, some old work clothes, and few clubbing clothes. Your duffel bag contained your personable items, as well as a couple of important documents and paperwork for the apartment. You had already moved all your hygienic stuff into the bathroom, and decided to stress about putting away your clothes later, focusing on what you would actually wear out.

You wanted it to be a mix between comfortable yet classy, classy yet also sexy. A simple and lowcut long-sleeve matched with a pair of bootcut jeans that you could easily jazz up with some jewelry and a cute hairstyle. Draping the outfit over your bed, you began to rid yourself of your clothes, fishing a towel as well as a bra and pair of panties out of your duffel bag, and stacking them together on the bathroom counter. You played music off your phone out loud and made a mental note to also buy a speaker, letting out a satisfied groan as you stepped under the hot spray from the shower head.

The water ran down the length of your body from where it soaked in your curly hair, eyes fluttering shut as droplets began rolling down your face. It felt incredible to have days worth of bedrotting be finally washed down the drain. You wiped the water out your eyes and wringed it out your hair, reaching for the shampoo bottle and twisting the cap off, dumping a handful of the liquid into your palm. You smeared it from the top of your head, carrying it down to your ends, beginning to thoroughly scrub your way back up to your scalp, where you worked the soap into the strands.

Once your hair was completely coated and covered in suds, you rinsed the excess from your hands and grabbed your body wash to start cleaning yourself up as you let the shampoo soak into your hair. You drizzled a generous amount onto the sponge amd ran it under the hot water, rubbing it together in your hands to create the foamy bubbles. You began to work your way up one arm, scrubbing the skin as you went over your shoulder and underneath your arm, moving over across your collarbone to the other arm, eventually working down the length of your chest, as well as legs.

You squeezed the remaining soap out from the sponge, hanging it back in its spot as you started to rinse off your body, leaned your head back and wringing the sudsy water out your hair, hands working to wash all the shampoo out the coily strands. Not that you were in a rush, but it did take a little time, an ache beginning to form in your arms by the time you were done. Pumping a generous amount of conditioner into your hand, you worked it into your scalp with the tips of your fingers and rubbed it into the rest of the strands, clipping it back once there was no more left in your hands.

This time you shaved your legs, cause lord knows it’s been a minute since you’ve done that. In the process of shaving them, you noticed that your bikini area could also use some razor work.

It had been a little while since you had needed any reason to shave down there, but now that you were in a new environment with new faces, you never knew what you might stumble across. The men back in your hometown were okay, but you held your hopes up high that Senoia would toss something totally unexpected your way.

Once you were bare and smooth, you washed away the hair caught in your razor and unclipped your curly hair, rinsing off the clip before your hair, humming at how soft the strands felt under the stream of water. You squeezed and wrung out the conditioner, hearing the days of neglect run down the drain. When it was all out, you gave your body one last thorough scrub, properly washing off your skin from head to toe before shutting off the water and grabbing your towel.

You sighed as you patted your face dry, moving down your neck and chest. As you dried your hair, you stood in front of the mirror, lazily singing along to the current song playing and striking a few poses in your nude form. Although you did have a few insecurities, ones that sprouted from your late teen years and hadn't really left in your adult years, you preferred to just focus on the parts of yourself that you really liked.

It was still fairly early as you rechecked your phone, dropping the towel down on the ground and slipping on your panties, clasping your bra on shortly after. You grabbed your toothbrush and squeezed almost a little too much paste onto the bristles, giving it some water before scrubbing your teeth, mindlessly walking around your apartment as you did. The main street below your window was still bustling with cars and filled with people spilling out of shops, and music thumping from the lively restaurants. There was a nearby park that was full of squealing children, as well as other people from the community and neighboring apartment complexes. All of it was much different than what you had grown accustomed to back home, but it was such a nice change of scenery all at the same time, and you couldn't wait to throw yourself out onto Senoia's street.

Back in your little bathroom, you flicked the sink faucet on and spit the gathered foam out, filling your mouth with water and swishing it around for a little, spitting it out as well. You also brushed your tongue before taking in another mouthful of water, washing out the remaining toothpaste from your brush before dropping it back in its cup, shutting the sink off, and wiping your mouth dry. Taking a deep, but quick grounding breath, you moved to put your clothes on, hiking your fairly tight jeans up before slipping on your top. Even though it was plain black, it had a cute set of flared sleeves.

You dug through your bag for your box of jewelry as well as your makeup, setting both down heavily on the counter as you stared at your hair in the mirror, huffing in annoyance as you started to wonder if you needed to style it. Maybe a half-up half-down look? No, a full ponytail would be better. But a high bun would also be cute... or maybe a half-bun. Maybe bald. Bald would be best.

You mentally kick yourself as you flip the lid to your makeup box open to distract yourself from your hairstyle dilemma. You reassured yourself that you'd figure out something by the time you were fully ready, sighing as you prepped your face. The only times you ever really used makeup was when you were going out with intent, and wanted to make sure that your face stood out to any potential victims. It didn't take long to do as you pointedly and skillfully brushed sharp and soft lines over your honey skin, keeping your hand as steady as your body would allow you.

A few swipes of liner and mascara later, glossy lips, and the front of your hair parted to the side, you were clipping on a silver necklace paired with a bracelet, and a dangly pair of earrings. It was a bit simple, so you decided to layer another necklace on top of the other, smiling at yourself in the mirror before flipping the lights off, padding out into the bedroom, and fishing around for your purse, placing it on the bed next to you as you slid on a pair of wedged sandals. Hopefully, the foot pain later would be worth it.

You slipped your phone into your back pocket, and threw your purse onto your shoulder, tossing in a small bottle of perfume just in case. You shut the doors inside and flicked off the main room light, creaking your front door open and securely shutting it behind you, locking it with your keys before tossing them into your purse, striding down the hallway of your complex with intention hot in your steps.

When you pushed the door of your building open, the warm and inviting air of Senoia almost immediately filling your lungs, you felt a strong sense of anticipation surge through you as you walked out onto the sidewalk, the sounds of conversations now real and more animated than ever, the thumping of music now bumped through your feet and right in your chest.

As you casually strolled down the sidewalk, taking in all the different buildings and things to do, a furniture store caught your eye. While you didn't have any money, it never hurt to look around, and maybe get some information from some of the locals.

The furniture store was filled with pieces on the much older side and vintage lamps that only old ladies would be interested in, but you continued to walk around anyway. As you were browsing a wall of intricate paintings and sculptures, a kind-looking woman approached you.

"Welcome to Hollberg's! Our newer, more modern stuff is upstairs if that's more your style" She smiled, and you gave a polite one in return. "I'm just browsing for now. Just moved here about a week ago and I don't have a job yet" You lightly laughed.

The woman gave you an excited expression, clasping her hands together. "How nice! Where are you from originally?"

"Louisiana, Chalmette. I lived there for most of my life so I just needed a fresh start somewhere totally new." You sigh, still kindly smiling at her.

"I get that, and Senoia is perfect for that, Georgia overall. Atlanta is also quite close, and there's lots of job opportunities out there."

You frown, "Unfortunately I don't have a car, and you can't Uber without money" Shaking your head at your obviously very sticky situation.

The woman seemed to think for a moment, walking quickly away to fetch something from behind a desk and coming back over, holding out a few pieces of paper. "We aren't hiring now, but here are some flyers for restaurants in this strip. Not sure how lucky you'll get, but I do wish you luck. There's a cafe right across the way" You took the flyers from her, smiling at her one last. "Thanks girl. Hopefully, next time we talk it's about furniture" She let out a small laugh, watching as you spun on your heels and walked out of the store.

On your way out, you almost immediately spotted the cafe and wasted no time walking over to it, quickly crossing the street while throwing a few quick glances to the left and right as you did. Before you entered, you slipped the restaurant flyers into your purse and swung the door open, the smell of coffee strong and a bit overwhelming. The cafe was quite large inside, and there was a small line at the registers at near front, nothing you weren't willing to stand in.

Once you reached the front, you were greeted by a young woman, smiling brightly at you. "Hi! Welcome to Senoia's Coffee and Cafe, what can I get started for you?"

"Sorry, I'm not looking to buy anything, I'm actually looking for work. I just moved here about a week ago" She made a small look of surprise, furrowing her brows as she mouthed 'one moment' and disappeared behind a wall, returning mere seconds later with a sheepish look replacing her previous one. "We, unfortunately, aren't hiring right now. I think my boss is in a bad mood, but I heard the restaurant down the street is hiring! Uh, just can't think of the name"

You fish out the flyers, "Any of these?" Holding them out to her. She tilts her head, humming quietly before tapping her finger against one. "This place! They need waitresses, especially around this time. You'd be a great fit there too" She smiled, and you smiled back, giving her a "Thanks" before walking back out of the shop, and down the sidewalk, eyeing a few of the other buildings before stopping in front of dark gray one, reading the sign before pulling the door open.

The inside of the restaurant was absolutely stunning, with clean floors, and light walls mixed with brick that complemented the expensive chandlers hanging from the ceiling, highlighted against the polished wooden furniture. There was casual jazz playing in back, loud enough to hear but loud enough to still be able to talk normally.

The restaurant was fairly small, a highly stocked bar on one side and the dining room on the other, bathrooms at the back. You weren't quite sure where to stand, awkwardly off to the side as you scanned the room for someone, feeling relieved when a woman spotted you and called that she would be right there. You watched as she cleaned a finished table, quickly walking the dirty dishes into the kitchen before coming back out, huffing when she reappeared.

"It's a lot of work, huh?" You asked kindly, and she sighed.

"Hell yes. I jus' wish I had one more set of hands" She laughed airily, tapping at something on her register. "Table fer one?"

You shook your head, "No, I'm actually here to work. Just moved here a week ago" Smiling softly at her.

She gave you a look of surprise, "Really? Where ya comin' from?"

"Chalmette in Louisiana. I just needed a different change of scenery, somewhere new where I can figure my shit out" She nodded her head at your words. "I hear that. Good fer ya' girl! Like I said, I need one more set of hands. Got any experience?"

"I worked in a sports bar for a good while back home, there wasn't really much to work with" You sighed. "I've never served tables but I was a host for a little bit"

She seemed pretty satisfied, nodding as you spoke with a smile tugging her lips. "Well, I'd say yer gonna make a pretty good damn waitress. How soon can ya' start?"

"I'd start today if you let me" You laugh lightly, and she makes a face. "I mean if you can bring me the papers I need within the hour I can get you a shift tonight"

You blinked at her, raising a brow. "Seriously?"

"I'll give ya' the uniform straight after, m'serious" She smiled, holding out her hand.

You took hers in yours with little hesitation, shaking it firmly. “I’ll be right back” Was all you said before walking out the restaurant, quickly and eagerly striding back over to your apartment building. It was maybe a five minute walk, which was not bad at all. As you entered, walking through the lobby and up the stairs, you dug in your purse for the keys to your studio, swinging them around your finger as you walked down the hallway on your floor.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside and shut it, placing your purse on the counter and taking out the flyers, rushing over to your suit case and flipping it open, rummaging through. You grumbled as you began pulling stuff out, zipping open pockets and shaking the bag, about to freak out when the blue folder fell out. “Aha!”

You cracked it open, smiling when you confirmed the important papers such as your W2 as well as birth certificate. You rose to your feet and it in your purse, finish out your wallet to make sure you had your I.D as well as social security, tossing it back into the bag and sliding it back over your shoulder, setting out your house once again to go get your new job.

You felt a small amount of anxiety boiling in your stomach as the sun started to set, the main street of Senoia, only get louder and louder, even through your shut window. Your eyes flickered down to your pressed uniform, sharply exhaling as you checked the time on your phone and unlocked it, rereading the schedule over and over again. It was about five-thirty, and you needed to be there at six.

Hooking your phone up to get some more charge as you stripped out your regular clothed and into your work ones, humming pleasantly as you looked the mirror. The shirt was tight but loose fit, and the pants covered your ankles. It was an all black uniform, ‘Nic & Norman’s’ in the left corner embroidered in white.

To keep your hair out the way, but still stylish, you tied it back into two high and curly space buns. You decided to go for a simple cat eye liner look, sticking on a pair of lashes instead of mascara this time. A few quick swipes of a rose pink gloss, and a couple spritz’s of your most expensive perfume, you were done and ready to go.

As you slipped a pair of black tennis shoes on, you still had a lingering feeling of nerves in your tummy. This wasn’t your first job obviously, but this was you first waitress job. The woman you had spoken too, who’s name you learned was Tyler, reassured you that you were a perfect fit.

Standing in the mirror one last time, you gave yourself a good look over to make sure you looked professional and presentable, hopefully also tippable.

You tossed your purse over your shoulder, and draped a sweater over yourself, flipping off all the lights and shutting the front door behind you, locking it and stuffing your keys inside.

Just as you expected, the air was brisk and much cooler than it had been when the sun was still high in the sky, night falling over the streets and Senoia’s street lighting itself up, restaurants now more alive than ever. As you walked with a small crowd, you observed how almost everyone was now dressed in more proper attire, nicely ironed suits paired to modestly short dresses.

The outside seating of Nic & Norman’s was already packed full when you arrived, swinging the door open to find the inside seats equally as stuffed. You felt your nerves soaring this time, and tried not to awkwardly duck your head down as you walked into the kitchen, feeling like a foreigner.

“Y/n! Thank fuck!” Tyler gasped from behind you, making you jump slightly. “I’ve got salads and burgers wedged so far up m’fuckin’ ass” She grumbled, grabbing you by thw wrist and pulling you quickly through the clamoring kitchen into a back office.

She dropped down onto a seat, sighing heavily. “Is it like this every night?” You asked, a little more scared then you should be.

“Sometimes. If m’not mistaken, one of the owners should be coming tomorrow. Boy do I sure hope it’s Norman” Tyler sighed, dreamily at the end. She stared off into space with a small smile, and you looked around the room, looking at the overflowing cubbies. “Shit sucks. Ya’ can stick yer stuff with mine” She spoke, snapped out her trance and pointing at a pile a good distance away from the rest. “It’s okay. People know not ta’ fuck with m’shit” Tyler added when she saw the wary look on your face.

“So, who exactly is ‘Nic and Norman’?” You question, and Tyler’s mouth drops.

“You don’t know who Greg Nicotero and Norman Reedus are?” You shook your head, brows furrowed in pure confusion. Maybe you did know them, you just never were very big on putting faces to names.

Tyler whipped out her phone, but frowned. “Shit girl, forgot we had a job ta’ be doin’. Don’ even stress. Ya’ look real good. Shirt fits ya’ good too. Yer gon be loaded up with tips, ‘nd m’sure ya’ can handle tha’ creeps” She rose to her feet, checking her own makeup in the camera lense of her phone before pocketing it. “And don’ try ta’ be fuckin’ superman and carry thirty plates at a time. Pro-tip, learn some Tetris” Tyler swiped a new layer of gloss on her lips, and tossed it into her pocket, pulling you back through the busy kitchen.

“Luckily they print tha’ table number tha’ food is fer on tha’ ticket, so tha’ chef’s started ta’ put tickets with plates, so when ya come here, just find yer table” She explained quickly yet simply, each word she spoke going in one ear and echoing in the other, turning themselves on loop.

Tyler poked her head out the kitchen, looking around before she beckoned someone over. A young man came jogging over, and she pulled him inside by his shirt. Damn if she didn’t play around.

“This is Javi, one of our hosts tonigh’.” Tyler gestured to his with her hands, and he waved politely. “Javi is gon’ show ya’ yer table section. From this point on, m’gon be nothin’ but a blur ta’ ya” She placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling at you before turning and picking up the plates from earlier, easily balancing them on her arms and kicking open the kitchen door, out onto the floor.

A awkward moment of silence passed between you and the young man, not really quiet, but there were no words spoken as he swiped through something on an iPad, brows slightly furrowed. “You’re um, you’re y/n right?” He mumbled, and you nodded.

Javi motioned for you to follow him with his head, and he led you out into the loud dining area, bringing you over towards the bar. “See those four tables there?” He pointed, and you had to follow his finger, nodding when you spotted the four booths he was pointing to. “All yours. They can hold up to like ten people, so good luck.” You grimaced at that, feeling your stomach do flips.

“Here. Can’t be a waitress without your notepad. Or a pen” Javi joked, and you smiled kindly at him, thanking him. As you did, a new wave of people entered, prompting Javi to go over and get them situated. You watched as he seated the new guests, and pulled a group waiting from the lobby, grabbing their menus and leading them over to your section.

He came back over, mouthing ‘all yours’ before disappearing into the kitchen.

You took a few, shaky and deep breaths, before putting on your friendliest face and approaching the table.

Luckily, it was just a simple family, mom and dad with their two kids who seemed to be well over the age of ten. You greeted them with a kind smile, “Welcome to Nic & Norman’s, my name is Y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you started on any drinks?” You clicked your pen, pressing it into the pad of paper.

The mother smiled back at you, “You guys sure are busy! I bet it’s always exciting when they come to town, huh?” She glanced back at her menu, acting as if she hadn’t left you totally clueless.

“Yeah. It’s only my first day here so I’m a little nervous” You confess, brushing off her earlier statement. “Gosh! Well, guess we’re testing you now!” She laughed, and you laughed as well, only a tad unnerved. “I think I’ll just do a simple cocktail” You nodded, writing down at the top of the pad. Her son ordered a strawberry lemonade, her daughter a soda, and her dad a beer.

“I’ll have those right out for you guys” You clicked your pen once again, and quickly walked away, retreating back into the kitchen.

You pushed the doors open, but frowned at the loud clamoring and multiple orders being shuffled out. No way in hell would your drinks be done in a reasonable time. You exited out the kitchen, glancing around when you had a lightbulb moment.

“Psst, hey muscle man” You called to the bartender, leaning against the counter. “Think you could make these real fast?” You held out the drink ticket, wiggling it as you flirtatiously smiled and batted your lashes.

He stammered for a second, “muscle man?” glancing down at himself and feeling a heat rise to his cheeks. What could you say? You knew a strong man when you saw one.

You kept your hand outstretched, motioning for him to take it.

“Do I even know you?” He raised a brow, and you shook your head. “Nope. But you should do it anyways” You smile, and he frowns, taking the paper from your hand. You spot Javi leaving your section, throwing you a glance and a thumbs up, and you tap the bartop. “I’m counting on you, Hercules”

You approach your second table, and feel a hint of annoyance surge through you as you discover it’s a group of men. Very loud ones at that. You put on your best fakest smile, clicking your pen against your leg as you spoke. “Welcome to Nic & Norman’s, my name is Y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get a round of drinks going for you gentlemen?”

One of the men whistled, “Well ain’t you just somethin’ pretty to look at” letting out a very country laugh.

A few of the other men let out laughs, and you simply smiled, more of ‘I wish I was off the clock so I could rock you’ smile, but still a smile. “Yeah. I’m also here to get you guys something to drink” You joked, knowing men tipped more when you gave into their antics.

"Let the woman do her job, Bill" Another man said to him, nudging him with his arm and he swatted them away. You tapped your pen against the paper, trying not to hurt one of them. Thankfully they made things easy and agreed to order a round of beer. You murmured that you'd be back, quickly walking out of the section to the bar.

When you walked over, you could see the family's drinks sitting on top of the counter and swapped out the drink tickets when you stopped before them. It was a little awkward trying to carry four drinks at once, struggling as you kept picking up and putting the cups downs.

“See? Wha' did I say?” Tyler spoke as she suddenly appeared next to you, placing a hand on her hip. “Tryin’ be some kind of fuckin’ avenger when yer jus’ makin’ yerself look goofy” She scoffed and held out her dish tray, watching as you placed the drinks down on it.

You took it from her with a sheepish look. "Thanks, Just a bit on edge" You told her, and she placed both her hands on your shoulders, smiling softly at you. "Don' be. Yer a natural. Jus' keep doin' wha' yer doin'" She gave you a salute and was gone as quickly as she had come.

Sighing sharply, you walk the tray of drinks over to the family with a smile and hand them, listening to the mother awe over the colors of her cocktail. "How pretty! I think we're all ready to order, right?" She glanced at her family for their confirmation, and you pulled your notepad out, tucking your tray under your arm. The mother ordered a margarita flatbread, her husband ordering a whiskey salmon, and her kids both ordering a classic hamburger. "I'll have those out for you guys shortly" You smiled once you had their order scribbled down, collecting their menus and leaving them be.

You walked past the men's table, briefly letting them know you were coming back with their beers, and dropped the menus off to the front where Javi was standing, getting the next group of people seated. "Y/n, I'm gonna stick these folks in your section. Hand me those" He said as he turned to you, taking the menus from your hand and leading them to your third table. You weren't doing too bad if you did say so yourself.

Thanks to the help of the tray, loading up the round of beers for the men wasn't much of a hassle at all. When they saw you approaching with the mugs filled to the bim, they whooped and hollered, prompting you to shush them as they began to collect eyes nearby. Instead of handing out the drinks like you did with the last table, you simply let them take their respective mug off the tray, knocking their glasses together. "I'm guessing you fellas are ready to order huh?" You give them your best show, even jutting your hip out a little. Don't get mad at a girl for using her resources.

"You bet'cha sweet ass we are, and this big boy wants a steak" The one they call Bill piped up once again, drumming on his belly as he spoke. A few laughs erupted from the table, and you felt your eye twitching. "How would you like that cooked?" You mumbled, smile just barely clinging to your face. "Medium-rare. I like mines to be pink on the inside" He laughed gravelly, and you tried to act like he wasn't comparing a steak to someone's vagina.

The same man nudged Bill, this time a little harder and more serious than last time. "Sorry 'bout him. I'll do the medallions" You nodded at him as you wrote down his order, murmuring how it was alright. The other men just started to throw their orders out there, placing their menus down in the middle once you had their request scribbled down. You gathered all the menus and dropped them off to the front, exhaling as you made your way to the kitchen in order to get your tables food started.

As you pushed the door open, you groaned when you saw how chaotically busy it was getting, loud chattering and banging filling the space. Orders were lined up and quickly being pushed out, some of the other waiters brushing past with their own trays of food in hand. Glancing around for someone, you awkwardly handed off the papers to the nearest chef. Getting ready to exit out the kitchen, feeling as though you were in the way the sound of applause rang out from the front, and all movement around seem to freeze for split second. You all looked around at each other, mirroring faces of confusion before Tyler came barreling through the doors.

"Norman fucking Reedus just fucking walked in and I swear on everythin' I love I'm gon’ go absloutely mad" She rambled, bouncing with energy.

“I thought he wasn’t supposed to come til tomorrow?” The head chef spoke, rising a brow from where he was manning a large grill.

Tyler rolled her eyes, charging towards rhe back office. “Who cares? He’s here now ‘nd I need ta’ make sure I look good!” She got about halfway, before turning back around grabbing you by the wrist, resuming her mission to the office.

Inside, she shuffled over to hee stuff, digging through a backpack and pulling out a makeup bag, plopping down in a seat and pulling up the lens of her phone. “So what’s the big deal?”

“Wha’s tha’ big deal?” Her eyes almost bulged out of her head, staring at you in shock and a bit of horror. “Oh, nothin’, jus’ tha’ he’s tha’ sexiest guy in Hollywood”

You scoffed at her, “Sexy ain’t nothing if he’s shit in the sheets” shaking your head.

Tyler groaned, curling her lashes carefully. “Ya’ don’ even know wha’ yer talkin’ ‘bout. He’s a munch, certifiable”

“Psh. I’ll believe that when I see it.” You say, turning to walk out the office and get a look at this guy for yourself.

“Wait!” Tyler held out her hand, rising to her feet. “Yer not leavin’ without a little touchup. One of us is gettin’ lucky tonight and it’s gon’ be me. If ya’ fuck him, I want all them details” She spoke as she maneuvered you to sit in the chair, tilting your your head up and insecpting your face.

“If I do fuck him it’ll just be so I can get ahold of his wallet” You murmur, closing your eyes as she dusted the lids of them with glitter, brushing some down the bridge of your nose. “Well ya’ better share some with me” She pinched your nose, and you swatted playfully at her, smirking. “I’ll think about it”

She swipes a glossy layer of gloss over your lips, before her own, tossing the contents of her makeup back into the bag and the bag back into her backpack. The kitchen has returned to loud clamoring and pots and pans being banged together, servers dashing in and out with their orders.

Nearby by, the food for your first table was waiting patiently for you, and you gasped softly. “Oh wow this stuff actually looks really good!”

Tyler held out the dish tray for you, again, holding it with both hands and verbally helping you to cram all four dishes on there, the flatbread being a long and awkward dish. “The salmon is super good. I probably done’ forced the kitchen ta’ make it fer m’bout a hundred times now” She laughed as she spoke, gingerly handing off the the tray to you. “Don’ drop nothin’”

“Now why would you even say that?” You roll your eyes at her, and lightly kick her shin, turning on your heel quickly to walk out the kitchen when she frowned your actions.

You pushed the door open with your hip and walked back out into the busy dining area, a smile on your face as you approached the family with their food, placing the tray down on the table so you could hand out their plates easily. The mother helped by taking her flatbread off, humming as she made sure it was exactly what she had wanted. “Could I get anything else for you folks tonight?” You politely asked, sliding the tray off the table and back under your arm. “Nope! Thank you, you’ve been so kind and helpful” The woman smiled back at you, and you slightly bowed your head before leaving them to their meal.

“I should be back with you guys food as well. Another round while we wait?” You stopped by the mens table, observing their almost empty mugs and giving a thumbs up at their rowdy agreement. “And my apologies for the wait. At least you had plenty of menu looking time right?” You joked lightly as you finally approached your third table for the night, a small group of friends who seemed like easy people to deal with.

“Ahaha, not much. We were pretty hung up on drinks. I think we’re all gonna try the Bloody Nicotero” One of the women spoke, glancing around the table for her friends confirmations. They all nodded in agreement, and another girl requested for a cup of water. “Would you like table water? For all of you!” They nodded, and you scribbled down the few drinks. “I’ll be right back with those” You smile at them, and as soon as you walk out the section it totally drops.

“Hey, muscle man!” You called out to him, leaning over the bartop. He eyed you from the side, finishing the drink he was currently pouring before moving over to you, a brow raised. “I have a name y’know” He pointed to the tag, but you ignored him, raising your own finger and pointing to the group’s order. “What the hell is a bloody Nekot… Nickote- Tar?-“

“Nicotero. And it really packs a punch” A man spoke suddenly from behind you, making you instinctively jump with your hands raised. “My God! Didn’t your momma teach you not to walk up behind people?” You huffed and put a hand over your thumping heart, turning back to the bartender to promptly ignore the asshole behind you.

“So like I was saying- What? Why’re you looking like that?” You glance at his stun face, and turn back to the man behind you, a curious smile tugging his lips. “Are you Nicotero?” You quirk a brow, and the bartender sputters.

The man lets out a light chuckle, shaking his head which made his wavy curls bounce. His hair was fair dark and stopped at his shoulders, his bangs attractively pushed back by a pair of sunglasses. He was pretty tall, and very well built, eyes lingering on his musclar arms longer than they should’ve. Your eyes flickered down to the skull inked on his hand, and then back up to his face.

“Nope. Nicotero is the other guy. I’m just Norman” His voice was smooth and rich, but not quite deep. It had a light and airy feel to it, very gentle on the ears.

Norman. Norman… “Reedus?” He nodded. Oh, well, shit. “Don’ know if you were aware of this pretty girl but I own this place” He spoke casually and easily.

“I wasn’t actually. I’ve only lived here for a week” You told him, watching as the bartender busied himself with your group’s drinks, as well as the men’s beers. “And this is my first day working here, and right now you, Norman, are being a distraction”

He raised a bow, smile only growing across his lips as he spoke. “That’s just what I do best darling”

You placed the tray down on the bartop and assist the man in fitting both the bloodies and waters onto the platter, slowly and very carefully picking it up.

Norman stepped out your way, and as you shuffled past him you stopped to whisper in his ear. “I feel like there’s a lot else you do best” You murmured, flirtatiously winking and walking into your section, greeting the friend group with a smile.

“Got your drinks here folks, heard these things knock your socks off so good luck” You joke as you hand out straws, clicking your pen and flipping through your notepad. “Is everyone ready to order?” You press the tip of the pen into the paper, writing down the first order shouted out and going down the line. There was a simple mix of burgers and salads, a few people had special requests on how they wanted their food to be which you wrote underneath, small but big at the same time.

You collected their menus, letting them know you'd have their food out shortly and whisking away, dropping the menus off at the front and walking quickly to the kitchen, glancing at Javi who seemed to be conversing with Norman. You pushed the door open and huffed a sigh of relief when the men's food was sitting there waiting. Placing the tray down, you loaded the plates on the best you could, having to carry two of them out with your other hand, balancing one on your forearm.

Another waitress saw you as she entered the kitchen, and she politely held the door open for you, nodding as you thanked her on your way out.

"Not gonna drop that are you?" Javi questioned when you walked back past, causing Norman to turn and glance at you.

You continue walking away, a smirk pulling your lips. "Not if you stop talking" The feeling of eyes lingering on your back makes a chill run up your spine, and part of you swears that you can feel butterflies in your stomach.

The men see you approaching their table, and at first, they start cheering but quiet down when they realize you were balancing heavy plates, resuming their celebration once the food is safely placed on the table. You call out the names of dishes to find their rightful owner, watching the men grab their plates and eagerly start eating, satisfied groans sounding from the table. With that, you left them to eat and returned back to the family, who was chatting amongst themselves and seemed finished with their food, most of it half eaten.

"Would you guys like some to-go boxes?" You smile, and the mother nods, "Yes please, and you can bring the tab as well," mirroring the kind smile you gave her.

You informed her you'd be right back with that, quickly walking out of the section and to the kitchen, glancing around. "Where's Tyler?" You asked a nearby chef, and he furrowed his brows, tilting his head in confusion. You repeated your question, a little louder this time, and he made an 'O' face, pointing to the office. You thanked him, and made your way back there, knocking before creaking the door open.

"What are you doing?" You stare at her, sitting in the chair with a tall cup and her phone in her hand. "Wha'? I needed my coffee" She shrugged, a smile playing on her lips. "Talk to my beloved husband yet?" You rolled your eyes at that, stepping inside the office, but catching yourself. "Wait! Uh, my first table is ready to pay"

"Oh!" Tyler kicked herself off the chair, stretching and taking another sip of her caffeine. "C'mere, lemme show ya'" She said as she ushered you out. She led you through the kitchen, bringing you to a section behind the door you hadn't even noticed was there.

There was a computer with a list of waiters and waitresses on them, table numbers as well as totals on it. You spotted your name, and read the first tables total, which actually wasn't a bad price at all. "Jus' click tha', and then the huge print button" Tyler pointed, tapping the screen as she explained. The machine behind the computer whizzed to life, printing out a receipt. "They want boxes?" She questioned and you nodded, watching as she reached her hand down and pulled four to-go boxes out. You took them from her silently, blinking as if she had just performed a magic trick.

Tyler tore the receipt out of the machine, clicking her pen and scribbling something down. As she did, the machine began to print once again, and Tyler pulled out a slim booklet from underneath. "It prints twice 'cause tha' second receipt is tha' one tha' customer signs" She said as she took the paper out the machine, sticking it into the booklet, and handing it to you.

You took it from her with a smile. "Thanks. I did talk to Norman, and he's alright. Nothing too special" She gawked at your words, and started to playfully smack you with her hands. "Ugh! Ya' don' know wha' yer yappin' 'bout! Tha' man will change yer life" She harped, voice fading as you walked out the kitchen, lips stuck in a smile as you brought over your first tab of the night.

The rest of your shift went by with a breeze, the number of people coming in was now lessening and coming in pairs of two and four. It wasn't as busy anymore, and the air around seemed to be less tense.

You only had about one more hour left before you were done, and had about two tables still waiting for their food. You were ecstatic that your first night had gone by without any mishaps or complaints, having received generous tips from all your tables throughout.

On your way back to the kitchen to check on your last few orders, you spotted Norman sitting alone at the bar with a small drink in hand as he seemed to do something on his phone. You aren't sure what came over you, but you found yourself quietly approaching from behind.

"Shouldn't you be riding away in a limo back to your mansion?" He jumped slightly at the sudden sound of your voice, turning towards you with a small smile. "Maybe, but I didn't wanna leave without getting to know you better" You raised a brow at that. "Seriously? I'm just a waitress. Shouldn't you be like screwing around with models?"

Norman laughed at that, shaking his head a little. "Who's to say you aren't a model?"

"Well, aren't you just a real charmer" You giggled, feeling a heat rising to your cheeks. "What? You wanna take me home or something?" You said jokingly, standing more off to his side now.

You observed the look on his face, soft, interested, yet so dark. His piercing blue eyes shamelessly raked over your figure, tongue darting out over his lips. "Yeah. I really do" He whispered, eyes landing on yours. "Can I?"

"Not very celeb-like taking home staff don't you think?" You hummed, taking his drink and downing the rest, a mix between whiskey and coke. "It would be quite unprofessional for you to take me to your house when I get off in thirty minutes, very unprofessional indeed" You sensually mumbled, tossing him a final cheeky glance before disappearing into the kitchen, almost sprinting to the back office to go find Tyler, giddy smile tugging your lips.

Staring at his now empty glass, head resting in his hand, Norman couldn't help the way his stomach flipped, excitement and anticipation building up as your words rang out in his head.

Thirty minutes had felt like a whole other hour, and you heaved a sigh of relief when you finally clocked out, purse slung over your shoulder and your sweater draped over yourself in a puny attempt to shield yourself from the cold.

Tyler had almost flipped the table over when you told her, jumping off the walls and excitedly shaking you, squealing as she rambled about all the things she thought were gonna happen, yelling that you needed to tell her every detail afterward. She even downright begged for you to get some pictures.

She had already left in her car to go home, slamming the digits of her number into your phone and pulling you into a tight hug, telling you to be safe and text her as soon as you got to your next destination, threatening to send out a search squad.

You stood outside, mindlessly rolling a rock under your foot and swiping through Insta, starting to wonder if a literal A-list celeb had just totally played in your face. Minutes went by and you started to feel a little offended, rightfully so, deciding to start making your way back home instead of waiting around like an idiot. As you were walking, you texted Tyler that you were leaving, that he had just left instead. Cars passed by and obviously none seemed to belong to someone who would own a restaurant. You scoffed, annoyed but not surprised.

As you rounded the corner to the street of your apartment building, you just so happened to crash into somebody smoking a cigarette, of coursing falling onto your ass like a dumbfuck.

"Damn, tryna run away from me gorgeous?" Norman's light voice sounded, and you blinked your eyes into focus. "Been looking for you" You grumbled as he easily lifted you off the ground, taking a drag from the cigarette. "Sorry. I get bored sitting still for too long" He shrugged, smiling cheekily at you. "Ready to go?"

"Go where? My house is right there" You shook your head, gesturing towards the building.

Norman waved his hand, dismissing you. "Nah. Gonna take you for a little ride. C'mon," He took a final pull, stubbing his cig out on the wall and motioning for you to follow him.

He led you back down the sidewalk and a little distance from the restaurant, making easy and light conversation. It felt like you had known him forever with the way he casually joked around with you, your heart fluttering a little each time he laughed.

He walked you over to a sleek and shiny motorcycle, standing on the other side of it with his hand held out, offering you some help with climbing onto the back of his bike. "A romantic bike ride? And here I thought you had ghosted me" You laughed when he himself straddled the bike, the engine roaring to life.

"Ghosted? Someone like you? Never doll" Norman chuckled over the rumble of his bike, kicking the stand out and rolling out the parking lot, glancing both ways for any passing cars.

You wrapped your arms around his middle when he started to pick up speed, turning off Senoia's main road and revving the engine, motorcycle quickly shooting forward. "Not so fast!" You gasp, tightening your hold. He laughed, patting one of your hands with his. You put your head on his shoulder to get a better view of the road, catching a strong whiff of his very expensive-smelling cologne, an exotic herbal smell that attracted you to him more, a heat shooting down to your core.

Norman caught a glimpse of your lust-filling eyes in his side mirror, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he knew he was in for a treat tonight, almost instinctively revving his engine again to speed up, but obeyed your request to not go too fast. He drove with the flow of traffic, listening to you awe over the lights and buildings. "Ever been to Atlanta?"

"Atlanta? Wh-why are we going there?" You stammered, taken aback since well, that was bit of a distance.

"Oh no doll, we aren't going. Yer just back there 'oh'ing and 'awe'ing I figured not" Norman chuckled, laughing when you smacked his shoulder. "Hold on, we're almost there" This time he revved his engine again, weaving between cars.

It made you feel like a teenager again, getting whisked away at night to some random guys house for an hour or two of fun, just to be dropped off somewhere unknown but close to home. It brought you back to your early twenties also, the years having been filled with nothing but hungover days and drunken nights, latching onto some poor guy who was willing to buy you every shot you down, likely in hopes of getting laid.

Sitting on the back of Norman’s bike however, something your gut told you this would be a little more than just a plain hook-up. Tyler’s words rang out in your head, and you couldn’t help but start to wonder if this really would change your life.

The traffic on the road dispersed as he drove further out, eventually turning down a quiet and dirt road.

“Whoa, I ain’t about to get murdered am I?” You joked, but you were really asking.

Norman chuckled, squeezing your hand and even looping his fingers through. “Nah. I’d take you out somewhere pretty”

“You wanna take me out or take me to bed?” You wiggled your fingers in his hold as a mock wiggle of the brows.

“Maybe I wanna do both”

Jesus, this man was something else.

The dirt road continued out for a couple of miles out, gravel and rocks crunching under the spinning tires of his bike. The road seemed to be hidden by a tall grassy field and towering trees, the only sound interrupting the peace being the rumble of Norman’s engine.

He made another turn, the tall field of grass seeming endlessly as he drove until you could barely make out what looked like houses at the top of a field. Shit, maybe he really was gonna murder you?

Norman revved the engine and the motorcycle picked up speeds, whipping the cool country air into your face and probably messing up your tied hair. The large houses came closer into view, huge properties with cars in driveways and lights on. The houses were scattered, your next-door neighbor being about five normal houses away.

Norman rolled down the street at a slower speed as to not disturb his neighbors, approaching a dark and gated house. The gates opened after the man pressed a few buttons on his phone, the outside lights of the home fading on and making it look more welcoming.

The gates closed behind the two of you when he rumbled onto the large driveway, lazily parking his bike right where he was.

This time you didn’t need any help, swinging yourself off the motorcycle and immediately tossing your arms up to stretch as you stared at the literal mansion you were about to walk into.

“C’mon. Did you get a chance to eat?” Norman placed a hand on your hip and led you to the front door, some fancy thumbprint technology letting him in.

“Not yet,” You smile softly as you enter the home, standing in the boxed-off foyer. “I got whisked away before I could escape back home”

“Well, I surely didn’t bring you here to starve you. Take your shoes off, I’ll mix something up” Norman said as he took his own shoes off, socked feet quiet against his wooden floors.

You toed off your own shoes next to his and followed, staring in awe at the midsized entrance. Two staircases descended on either side, leading to an equally large-looking upstairs with a small balcony.

Straight ahead, there was an opening that led out to the spacious main area, tall industrial windows covered the walls in the living room, paired with ceiling-to-floor navy blue curtains tied back so as to probably let in the earlier sunlight. The kitchen was big as well, with dark and wooden cabinets matched to grey ash-colored granite counters with specs of black obsidian throughout.

You had never seen such a gorgeous home, marveling at how clean it was. It had a luxurious feel while still being homely at the same time, a few paintings and sculptures hung up on the walls, sitting on table tops.

“This place is beautiful,” You said after taking a minute to fully appreciate the decor, resting your hip against the counter. “Do you live here?” You placed your purse down.

Norman laughed from somewhere, rounding a corner with an expensive-looking bottle of whiskey. “For the moment. I’m usually out in New York, but I have to be here for some work” You watched as he poured two glasses, handing you one a small smile.

You clinked the glasses together and both threw them back, the liquid burning your throat as well as your chest. “What do you do for work?” You said as you cleared your throat.

“Well right now we’re shooting,” Norman said casually, turning and opening the large fridge.

“A movie?” You question, pulling at the collar of your shirt.

The man chuckled slightly, “Do you have any ideaa who I am?” turning to you with a playful smile tugging his lips.

You scoffed, cheeks heating up a little bit because, well, “No, not really. My co-worker seemed to be a fan though”

“Oh really now? What’d she tell you?” Norman quipped, chopping and tossing the ingredients for what you could see was a really stuffed chicken salad.

“That you were the sexiest guy in Hollywood” He laughed at that, and you couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders from behind, watching his back muscles as he fixed the food.

“Well?” He said after a minute, and you realized you had zoned out. “What?”

Norman glanced at you, a dark look in his blue eyes. “Do you agree with her?”

You stared at him for a moment, before slowly approaching, stopping only a few centimeters short from him.

“Make me agree with her” You whispered, batting your lashes as you ran your finger up his arm.

Norman halted his movements, staring at you before his eyes flickered down to your lips, not hesitating to lean down and kiss them.

“Ya’ ain’t got no clue what you’re askin’ for, doll” He rasped, disregarding the half-made salad as he gripped your waist, lifting you off your feet and onto the island top, slotting himself between your legs as he moved to capture your lips in another kiss, this one way more eager and heated.

You moaned softly into his mouth as his hands caressed and fondled your waist, sliding down to your hips and pulling you closer against him, pressed his bulge into your clothed cunt.

He kissed you calculated yet sloppily, tongue swirling around in your mouth as his fingers slipped under your uniform. You hooked an arm around the back of his neck and bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough to where he groaned painfully. “Come on, impress me already”

“Whadd’ya want from me?” Norman started to kiss and lick your neck, but you yanked his head back by his hair, for starters yanking the pokey sunglasses off. “I wanna see what you’ve got, maybe like,” You trailed a hand down his chest, pushing him hard so he stumbled into the counter behind him. “What you’ve got in your pants?”

You kicked yourself off the island, pulling the hair ties out your hair and fluffing it out, dropping down to crawl over to Norman, evil smile taking over your lips as you scratched your nails down his denim jeans, mouthing and placing open mouth kisses over his straining cock.

Norman groaned above you, “Think ya can handle it?” a hand coming down and tangling into your hair.

“Can you handle it?” You retort, taking the zipper of his jeans between your teeth and unzipping them, popping the button open.

You tugged his boxers down, very unexpectedly getting smacked in the face by his cock, a good thick eight inches. His tip was red and leaky, the veins running along his shaft pulsating. You had been with your fair share of big guys, but Norman was quite impressive, your fingers stretching when you wrapped them around him.

You gave him a few experimental strokes, playfully looking up at him through your lashes as you run your tongue from his balls, all the way up to the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it and taking it into your mouth, sucking the salty pre-cum off.

Norman’s hips jerked slightly, a mumble of curses falling from his lips as he tightened his grip on your hair. “M’not gonna be very nice to ya’ if you keep it up” He grunted, his face a little flushed.

“Didn’t want you to be nice in the place” You mused as you licked down the sides of his throbbing dick, smearing spit from your tongue as you went along. “Such a big cock but do you even know how to use it?”

Norman scoffed slightly, “Ya’ really don’t know who I am” rolling his hips when you took only his tip past your lips.

“Gonna show me?” You wiggled your butt a little, a surge of excitement coursing through you when rough hands gathered all your hair in one. “Yup, gon’ make you remember it too. Open that little bratty ass mouth wide” He tugged your head back, and you moaned, stretching open your lips as well curling your tongue inside your mouth.

Norman slowly slid himself inside, grunting at the warm wetness engulfing him as he leisurely rocked his hips, thrusting half his cock past your lips. There was an uncomfortable stretch the more he pushed in, a slight burning sensation as he worked himself in.

“I know this pretty throat can take a lot more, c’mon girl” Norman rasped, tilting your head further back and holding himself at his base, pushing in until his tip hit the back of your throat.

You relaxed your gag muscles, staring up at him innocently as you started to slide the head of his cock down, Norman letting out a thick hum as his grip in your hair tightened and his eyes fluttered, his hips jerking forward. He snapped the rest of his length suddenly down into your throat, a harsh grunt coming from him when your moan vibrated through him.

He pulled his hips back and sent them forward again, going smoothly back down in one thrust, repeating this action a few times. Norman watched how all his cock disappeared past your plush lips, nose nuzzled in his well-trimmed pubes before he pulls his hips back, leaving only the tip in before fully sliding right back down.

You squeezed your thighs together each time he plunged his cock into your mouth, eyes rolling shut as he started to increase his pace, only pulling himself out halfway now.

“Takin’ me so well gorgeous,” Norman said in a low, husky drawl. “S’like ya’ were made for this”

He was practically humping your face at this point, his own a bright shade of red as pants, and small gasps came from him, flat-out fucking your mouth. Each little noise that came from him made your cunt throb.

Speaking of throbbing, you could feel the way Norman’s cock was pulsating in your throat, deep and shaky grunts starting to come from him. His hips sped up, the sound of his balls slapping against your chin slightly echoing in the spaciousness, the soft gagging of his cock abusing your throat only heard between the two of you, followed soon by Norman’s heavy whimpers, grip on your hair impossibly tight.

His hips stuttered, cock twitching and spasming as he spilled deep inside your throat, trying your best to swallow but you sputtered around him, cum dribbling from the sides of your mouth.

Norman pulled himself out from your mouth, groaning softly at the cool air hitting his sloppy dick as it rested still painfully hard against your equally messy lips, gasping as you stared up at him.

“Impressed yet?” He raised a brow, out of breath himself.

You ran your tongue over your top lip, tasting his bitter release with a smile. “I thought you weren’t gonna be nice? I think you’re being quite boring if you ask me” You teasingly spoke.

Norman smirked, “Who said I was done? By the time m’done with ya’, your body will remember the shape of my cock” He said, snapping himself all the way back down into your throat, not wasting any time before he was fucking into it. He was still a little sensitive from his first orgasm, each bump of his tip pulling a husky whine from him.

It didn’t take long at all before he was already starting to get weak in the knees, each thrust feeling better than the last. He increased his pace, breathing picking up as small whimpers and gasps fell from his lips, a few final strokes before he was cumming down your throat, holding you flush against his navel as you swallowed the best you could.

He pulled out, leaving only the head of his cock on your tongue as he rutted against it, drawing out his orgasm until he was spent, cock softening when he pulled completely out.

You swallowed his load while staring right into his eyes, fluttering your lashes with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Salad can wait. I wanna see wha’s hidin’ under this uniform” Norman said as he suddenly leaned down, scooping you up and tossing you over a sturdy shoulder, strong arm keeping you secure by your middle.

You let out a high yelp at the change in position, bouncing slightly as he trudged out of the kitchen, tugging at your pants as he climbed the stairs. He tossed them somewhere for you to hunt down in the morning, letting out a satisfied chuckle at your round backside, smacking a bubbly cheek. You giggled around a moan, especially when he firmly squeezed that cheek and spread it, helping himself to the view of your soaked panties, a dark red with black lace.

He pushed open a door to a huge and luxurious bedroom, the bed he dropped you on feeling like a cloud pulled straight out of the sky. Norman tore his shirt off, you doing the same as he dipped down, dragging his lips and teeth across your dark skin, sucking and biting as he explored your exposed collarbone.

You groaned and shamelessly wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him down to feel his already-hardening cock against your wet heat. Norman seemed to have something different in mind.

“Wanna sit on my face, sweet girl?” He murmured into your ear, brushing curly hair out your face. “Did so well fer me, gotta return the favor”

“You don’t gotta ask me twice,” You said in a honeyed voice, using your legs to flip your positions.

Norman landed with a small sound, looking up at you as you rolled your hips down on where you had his cock trapped between your two bodies. His hands traveled up to your waist, caressing and fondling the deep skin.

You looked like a goddess straddling him, curly hair flowing everywhere and framing your upper half, Norman’s eyes flickering down to your black bra where your tits were practically spilling out. You crawled towards his face, dragging your core heat up his abs and pressing it on his chest, towering angelically above him.

“I hope you don’t disappoint me” You tease, lifting yourself up onto your knees as you stuff your panties to the side, heart racing a little.

Norman licked his lips, hands squeezing your hips as he watched you toy with your clit. “Wouldn’t be able to forgive myself” He whispered, tugging you towards him.

You lowered yourself down, Norman more so pulling you down onto his waiting tongue, licking a warm stripe up your aching cunt, a pleased moan coming from you as you gripped the headboard, rolling your hips.

He started at your clit, flattening his tongue and giving the puffy bundle of nerves multiple hard licks, waves of electricity shooting through all your limbs, down to your tightly curled toes. He took the small bud into his mouth, sucking hard and rubbing the tip of his tongue against the raw nerves, making you gasp and rut down onto him.

Norman seemed to be enjoying himself, soft groans of his own coming from him as he started to slide his tongue between your folds, teasing your entrance before swirling around your clit, repeating the action a few more times. He used his grip on your hips to steadily rock you back and forth in time with his deep licks.

Eventually, he slid his tongue all the way inside your hole, curling it as well as thrusting it in and out. “Mmm, fuck yes, keep using that fucking tongue in me” You were almost bouncing on his face at this point, passionately moaning as he curled the wet muscle into you, harshly licking as his nose bumped against your clitoris.

His hands encouraged your movements, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he plunged his tongue as deep into you as he could. His cock twitched and needily ached, hips slightly jerking upward into the air. You ground your clit down on the tip of his nose, body rolling as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Norman could feel you clenching around his tongue, deciding to speed up your nearing orgasm by suddenly slipping out you, replacing his nose on your clit for his tongue, and filling your back up with two thick fingers, blissfully curling right into your sweet spot. You moaned loudly as one of your hands tangled in his hair, gripping roughly. Your body trembled as he fingered you in time with his tongue, bone-crushing weight washing over you as your hole spasmed around his wiggling digits, grinding down on his tongue until you just couldn’t take it anymore, groaning as you could feel your used cunt leaking juices all over his hand and face.

You were both gasping for air when you lifted yourself onto wobbly knees, Norman’s fingers slipping out as you kept yourself steady by gripping the headboard with both hands.

“Are ya’ impressed now?” He asked, audibly out of breath as he licked your slick from his glistening lips.

You scoff, smiling down at him. “A little, but I’d like to get to the main course now,” You said, swinging a leg and crawling off from above him. “No more side dishes”

Norman watched as you discarded the drenched pair of panties somewhere in the room, landing on the wooden floor with a small slap. You yanked your socks up, taking a needed second to ball them together before tossing them as well, starting to grab at Norman’s unbuttoned pants.

He helped kick them off, murmuring to you as he tugged his own socks off. “Forgot ta’ take yer bra doll”

“That’s your job, mister famous” You chuckle as he comes up behind you, hands exploring your bare melanin skin as they run up your sides, climbing and cupping your breast, circling to your back to unclasp the bra hooks. He threw the final piece of garment onto the floor, pulling you flush against his front.

He started sucking on your neck, one of his hands fondling your tit while the other snaked down to toy with your puffy clit. He rubbed his cock between your cheek, biting and licking his way to your shoulder. He pinched and rolled your nipple with his fingers, trailing his lips up the side of your neck and nibbling on your pulse.

You moaned softly when his hand dropped your tit, coming up to brush your hair out the way, gathering it in a tight but gentle grip as he tugged your head back onto his shoulder, dragging his tongue across your newly exposed throat, up the underside of your jaw till he reached your lips, capturing them in his.

Norman’s cock twitched against you when your hand joined the one still fingering your clit, scratching his skin with your nails gingerly as he slowly kissed you, deep and lustful. You blindly reached your hand behind yourself and felt around for his dick, a small grunt coming from him when your fingers grazed his tip. “Ya’ ready fer me?” He murmured against your lips.

“Been ready since I got here” You sass, dropping down onto your elbows with round hips in the air. “You better fuck me like you mean it”

A hand landed on your ass, Norman’s other still holding up your hair, grip a little tighter now as he burned the image of your arch into his head, the hand he spanked you with spreading your cheek, thumbing your pussy as he pressed his tip to your entrance, greedily sucking him in.

He was big, but you were so wet and dripping to the point he just completely slid in, unrestrained groan coming out his chest as his entire cock was swallowed up and wrapped in your squishy walls, almost immediately starting to find a rhythm with his hips.

Norman’s fingers curled into the fat flesh of your ass, “Takin’ all of m’so goddamn well baby girl, could fuck this pussy for fuckin’ days” spreading you apart so he could watch the way his cock was sliding into you and blissfully stretching you open.

“Pound me already, I thought you were gonna be a meanie tonight” You drawl as you roll your head from side to side, pushing back needily against him.

He gripped your hair at the roots suddenly, yanking it roughly to pull you up onto your arms, almost pulling himself all the way out before slamming right into a sensitive bundle of nerves, mewl of pleasure racking your body as he started to relentlessly and mercilessly thrust into your body, so deep that you thought he was actually in your stomach for a moment.

You gasped and sputtered as he pulled you back by your hair in time with his harsh hips, huffing as he started to fuck you with all his strength. Each slam of his hips sent his cock flying into your cervix, each one leaving you more breathless than the last. “Got real quiet all of a sudden girl. This wha’ ya’ want?”

Norman’s fingers were fisted in your hair, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated in the large room, bed quietly squeaking as he railed you, watching how each forward thrust of his hips made your ass bounce, a wet sound coming from where his balls slapped against your clit.

“Yes, Oh fuck yes,” You mewl, eyes rolling back as your toes curled. “Harder, I know you can fuck me so much harder” Norman groans at your words, yanking you back onto your knees flush against his front and wrapping a hand around your throat, dropping his grip in curly hair to tightly grip your hip, jamming the entirety of his cock into your body, poking spots you didn’t even know were there.

He quickly resumed his unforgiving pace, pounding into you so deep and so rough, you choked out small sobs with each hit of his tip, gasping as you started to lose air. It was everything Tyler told you it would be and more, dots starting to cloud your vision and prickle under your skin, clenching as you could feel each thrust send you further and further to the edge.

You can tell Norman can feel it too, resting his sweaty forehead against your shoulder as he starts to lose rhythm slightly, pace not faltering as his cock twitches inside you, so tight and hot, your cunt squeezing his full dick like never before. It made Norman’s head fuzzy and a little dizzy, fueling the buzz he had from the earlier alcohol, though he only had about maybe three drinks total tonight. He was purely drunk off your body, letting out a soft whimper as he throbbed, on the verge of his orgasm.

“Feels so good, don’ wanna pull out of ya’…” Norman mumbled as he rocked himself into you, grunting when his tip nudged against your cervix. “Might just hafta’ stuff ya’ beautiful”

You rolled your head back onto his shoulder, his grip around your throat loosening as you cheekily smiled. “Yes please, let’s make a mess” Norman mirrored your expression before reaching down and capturing your lips in a deep kiss, swirling his tongue around yours.

He pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip in before sliding all the way back inside, hungrily groaning into your mouth as he repeated the action, downright stroking his cock using your cunt. "Jus' gonna let me to fill this pretty pussy? Pump you full of all my cum?" Norman groaned, increasing his pace as his hot mouth landed on your neck, his teeth and beard scraping the skin as he continued his deep strokes, still pounding blissfully into you.

"God yes, give it all to me" You moan, rough fingers coming back up to your hair. Norman forcefully pinned your upper half down into the fluffy sheets, his other hand firmly gripping your ass as he fucked into you like an animal, shoving his whole dick into your cunt from tip to base. You let out a high keen with every unforgiving thrust, each one sending you a little closer to the edge.

Norman huskily panted, whimpering a little as he sped up, this time pulling you back onto his cock to meet his hips as he started to really fuck you, now railing into you with all his strength. Uncontrolled whines came from you, eyes rolling as his hand tightly gripped your scalp, each loud slap of his pelvis against your backside sent you lurching forward, only to be yanked back by the fistful of curly hair.

Your walls were practically milking his cock, so warm and wet around him, greedily sucking him in with every thrust, squeezing the entirety of his length as he increased his pace even more, letting out unrestrained gasps and grunts as his hips begin to stutter in their rhythm. “Fuck m’gonna fuckin’ cum” Norman chokes out, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he groaned with each hot drag of your cunt, cock twitching and throbbing inside you as he fucked himself closer and closer over the edge. “Jus’ keep fuckin’ takin’ me doll, takin’ me so damn well”

His words made you tighten up around him, and it was all he need to fly off the handle, tossing his head back as his hips sputtered, cock slipping out of your stretched hole with an audible pop, Norman softly groaning as he came all over your twitching pussy, suddenly pushing himself inside and letting out a loud, shaky whimper, fingers curling in your hair as he started to fuck into you again, followed by the filthy squleching of Norman’s cock sliding into your ruined cunt, his cum becoming a creamy mess were it was being pushed in and out, dribbling down your folds to your clit where his balls slapped lewdly against.

“So fucking good for me, ya’ve got such a perfect pussy ‘could fuck you all day” Norman purred, dipping his head down to latch onto the skin of your already marked shoulder, sinking his teeth into the flesh and shuddering when he seemed to slip impossibly deeper into you. His hand fell from your hair, both palms falling firmly on either side of your head. "Feels like a goddamn dream" He snapped forward, breathing hot in your ear and gently nibbling on it. One of your hands wrapped around his wrist, helpless gasps falling from you with each drag of his cock, feeling the throbbing veins which each thrust.

Your nails curled into his skin, eyes fluttering shut as your second orgasm built rapidly in your gut, whines of pleasure spilling past your lips. You couldn't even speak, each hard snap of his hips knocking the words straight out your chest. Norman roughly groaned in your ear, hotly kissing and licking at your bare shoulder. You were both so close, it only fueled his animalistic pace as he sped up.

Norman fisted the comforter in his hands, the skin tingling and raw from where you dug into it, little half-crescents decorating the back of his hand, and puffy lines sprouting blood on his arm, sweet sobs coming from you with every jab of his cock. Norman buried his sweaty face into the crook of your neck, sucking and biting the skin, his beard scratchy as he trailed his lips up to your pounding pulse. A breathy, shaky whimper came from him as he stuttered in his movements, pressing himself deep as he spilled into you for the second time, capturing your kiss in a greedy and heated kiss, moaning into each other's mouth as he drew out your shared orgasm.

When he pulled out with a slick pop, softly humming as the cold air hit his cock, you were both thoroughly fucked and completely worn out, panting heavily with Norman still halfway on top of you.

“Are ya' impressed yet?” He huffed out, a smirk forming on his face as he tugged your head back.

With a deep exhale and a small smile playing on your lips, you looked over at him with heavy, satisfied eyes. "I guess I am"

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Okay, I absolutely LOVED writing this request. It practically consumed my life lol. I would definitely be open to more reqs like this where there’s a little bit of a plot, even though I already have so many that are unanswered 🥲🥲🥲

I was really nervous about posting this because I’m just not a fan of the ending but at this point all I can do is hope for the best

THAT BEING SAID If people are also interested in sending in more Norman requests… 🥶🧏🏾‍♀️ y’know where to hmu babe

ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY FAV POOKIE TYLER WHO DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WAS USING HER AS A WAITRESS I LOOVE YOOU BABYGIRL MY OLDER SISSY FR 😝

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[corroded-hellfire]

AYW!Eddie and Steve debauchery--I cannot get enough of those idiots. What was their friendship like before they each got married and had kids?

You are all in for a wild ride with this one. All humor is courtesy of @munson-blurbs as usual. Please enjoy the chaos that has sprung from our minds!

Warnings: alcohol consumption, stripping, dumb boys

Words: 2.2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Eddie had originally never thought he’d have more than one bachelor party in his life because he hadn’t planned on ever getting married more than once. But when the first wife was Brittany, it’s no surprise that marriage didn’t last.

This second bachelor party he’s having is already way more fun and is with people he loves—not that he doesn’t love his high school friends with all his heart. But nothing could beat palling around with his sons. 

Wayne sits next to Eddie in the passenger’s seat of the car, while Steve is in the back, squished between Ryan and Luke. The steakhouse they’re going to isn’t far from the apartment and then they’ll be headed to the bowling alley for some friendly competition amongst them. 

“This is nice,” Luke says, folding his hands and relaxing them behind his head, “just us guys.”

Eddie chuckles to himself as he pulls into the restaurant’s parking lot. As insane as his first bachelor party had been, it didn’t have the humor that Luke would undoubtedly inject into this evening. 

“I would like to order the chicken fingers. Not the ones on the kid’s menu, the ones on the adult menu,” Eddie’s youngest son informs the waitress when she comes to take their orders. Eddie half expects the precocious child to wink at the waitress or call her “doll.”

Eddie can’t stop smiling. Being out with his kids, uncle, and best friend for a nice evening to celebrate his upcoming marriage. To you. The girl of his dreams, the love of his life. How could he not be ecstatic? 

Even his bowling game gets off to a good start until Wayne begins to wipe the floor with him. For an old man with arthritis, he’s impressively skilled at bowling. 

After Luke’s third gutterball in a row, he huffs a sigh of annoyance and eyes the arcade in the back corner of the bowling alley with interest. Lights flash and whistles blow from the small room, calling like a siren to any child within its grasp. After his big brother has his turn and only manages to knock down two pins, Luke recruits him in asking their dad if they can go into the arcade. 

“Sure,” Eddie says. He pulls a twenty out of his wallet and raises his eyebrows at the boys. “This is for you two to share. Evenly. I don’t want any arguing. Capiche?”

“Capiche,” the brothers agree in unison. Ryan takes the twenty from his father and the two kids make their way towards a basketball arcade game, their bowling shoes squeaking on the polished floor beneath them. 

Steve eyes the bowling alley around them, his hands on his hips as Eddie bowls a frame behind him. It’s fairly empty, save for a bowling team at the other end of the lanes. Some old 80’s pop is playing dully over the speakers and the scent of beer and French fries stains the air. 

“This sure looks a whole lot different than your first bachelor party,” Steve remarks. 

Wayne raises an eyebrow at Eddie as he comes back over towards the ball return, keeping an eye out for the twelve-pound blue marbled ball he’s been using. 

“Was that the time this knucklehead—” the older man starts to ask, mirth lighting his face.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie says with a bark of laughter. “It sure was.”

November 1988

The Hideout is the same as it always is: dimly lit, every surface sticky with spilled beer, music crackling through ancient speakers. Tonight, however, there’s a liveliness that isn’t usually present. 

“Another shot, Harrington?” Jeff calls out, raising two tiny glasses filled with tequila. “Or are you pussing out on us?”

Steve grins and accepts the drink, though he’s already a bit wobbly on his feet. “You wish.” He jabs a playful finger towards the guitarist. “Shot for shot? Winner gets to be the best man.”

“You’re on, man!”

Dustin rolls his eyes, the beer in his hand giving him a false sense of maturity. That, and the wispy mustache he’d been trying to grow out to avoid being carded at the bar. No one had the heart to tell him that The Hideout would probably serve bourbon to a baby.

He leans over and whispers to Eddie. “They don’t know that you already asked me to be the best man?”

“Nah, but don’t say anything. This is entertaining.” Eddie watches as the two men throw back shot after shot, taking a sip of his own rum and Coke. 

Steve is ultimately the winner, throwing a fist up in victory. “Looks like I’m the best man,” he gloats, cackling as he practically falls into the booth. 

Jeff just shakes his head, balancing on the bartop and silently chastising himself for the loss. 

None of the men pay attention when the door swings open. It’s only when the person speaks that their ears perk up. 

“Is there an Eddie Munson here?”

Eddie swivels around to see a police officer standing there with her arms crossed. She looks serious, determined, and he combs through any recent activities that would land him in the slammer. 

He tries to keep his composure, clearing his throat before saying, “I’m Eddie Munson.”

The officer smiles, sauntering over to him with a stride that Eddie had never seen from a cop before. It isn’t until she’s standing in front of him that he notices the way her cleavage spills out of her low-cut top and the high heels that would render her unable to chase after a real criminal. 

Oh, hell yeah. 

“I’m afraid you’ve been a bad boy, Eddie,” she coos, tilting his chin up with the pad of her forefinger. “And bad boys get arrested.” She whips out a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs and gestures for him to drag his chair to the center of the room, to which he immediately obliges. 

“Okay, which one of you bastards did this?” He says with a giant smirk, only to be met with a disapproving tut from the dancer. 

“Eyes on Vanilla, big boy.” She presses a button on her portable CD player and a sensual beat fills the room. 

Eddie keeps his gaze trained on her, just as she ordered. He watches as she slowly unbuttons her tiny uniform, her bare breasts spilling out once the final button is opened. 

“I think I’m in love,” Steve says from his seat, but Eddie barely registers it. Not when he has a pair of tits in front of him. The Russians could drop an A-bomb and he wouldn’t even notice. 

Dustin’s eyes widen as Vanilla reveals her lacy black thong. “Eddie should marry her instead of Brittany,” he muses. 

“Not if I marry her first,” Steve quips back. 

Vanilla’s bare ass grinds over Eddie’s lap, and he smiles through the arousal kicking up in his pants. He never wants it to end—the dance and the attention. It vaguely occurs to him that his own fiancée doesn’t care this much about his pleasure. 

This woman is paid to care, he reminds himself. That’s why. 

With one final roll of her hips, the song ends, and Vanilla stands up. She’s flushed from all of the movement, her lipstick slightly smudged from where she’d kissed Eddie’s collarbone. 

Steve glides over to her as best as he can in his inebriated state, holding out his hand. “Hi. Steve Harrington. Former Hawkins High swim team co-captain and Keg Stand King.” He lifts her hand to his lips and kisses it. “Can I interest you in a shot?”

Enamored by his attempted chivalry, Vanilla blushes and accepts, buttoning herself back into her costume. 

“Leave it to Harrington to charm the goddamn stripper,” Eddie mumbles, but he grins as he rejoins the party. 

It only takes a few moments before Steve and Vanilla are making out in the corner, just a blur of limbs and tongues. He’s grabbing her ass so tightly that it’ll probably leave bruises, but she certainly isn’t complaining. 

“Hey, you guys!” Gareth says, flinging one arm around Eddie and the other around Jeff. “What if we do a little trial run before the big day?”

“The hell are you talking about?” Jeff asks. 

Gareth rolls his eyes as though the answer is obvious. “I’m talking about using my new ordination skills on those two lovebirds.” He gestures towards Steve and Vanilla. “That way I’m not as nervous for Eddie’s wedding.”

Too drunk to argue, Eddie shrugs. “S’okay with me if it’s okay with them.”

“Harrington! Vanilla!” Gareth yells far too loudly. “Do you two wanna get hitched?”

Steve pulls away for a second. “Hell yeah!” He calls back, and Vanilla nods emphatically. 

“Looks like we’re having a wedding!” Will chimes in. “Okay, let’s make this legit. Everyone needs a role. I’m the wedding planner, of course.” He assigns Eddie the role of Best Man and makes Mike the Maid of Honor. Frank is the ring bearer, and Lucas volunteers to be the flower girl. 

“Erica got to do it when we were kids. Now it’s my turn,” he explains. 

Dustin starts walking Vanilla down the aisle, as Jeff plays Here Comes the Bride using the painfully out-of-tune guitar he’d snagged from the bar’s tiny green room. Steve and Gareth wait for Vanilla to join them on the Hideout stage. 

“Dearly Beloved,” Gareth begins, “we gather here to wed this man and this bombshell exotic dancer in holy matrimony…shit, we don’t have rings!”

Steve leans back to Eddie. “Is he allowed to say ‘shit?’” He mumbles. 

“Guess so. He’s not a priest.”

Gareth shakes off the snafu and continues. “It’s fine; we’ll skip that part.” He turns to Steve. “Do you, King Steve Harrington, take Vanilla to be your wife? In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, until death do you part—Jesus, that’s dark.”

“I so fuckin’ do.”

“And Vanilla,” Gareth continues, “do you take Steve to be your husband? In sickness and health and all that other bullshit I said before?”

Vanilla smiles drunkenly. “Hell yeah, I do.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” Gareth announces. “You may continue dry humping in the corner. Oh, but first,” he digs into his jacket pocket and pulls out an official looking piece of paper, “I picked up this bad boy today. Let me make sure I get this right. Just need a pen…”

Dustin procures one from the bartender, and Gareth shows the newlyweds where to sign. “Oh, and we need a witness, too. Eddie, c’mere.”

Eddie shuffles over, grinning as he writes his name in sloppy cursive. He’ll have to remind Gareth to get a new license before the actual wedding, but that’s tomorrow’s problem. 

“Hey, Steve,” Eddie giggles, “your wife gave me a lap dance.”

“Shut up, Munson. I’m gonna get one later.”

“Thank God for annulments,” Steve says with a sigh. 

Eddie grabs his Styrofoam cup of Pepsi resting on the chair next to him. He holds it in the air as he says, “To ending marriages and finding actual love.”

“Hear, hear,” Steve agrees, knocking his own Styrofoam cup against his buddy’s.

Wayne takes a sip from his can of beer, shaking his head in amusement at the pair of them. 

“You weren’t with Nancy at the time, were ya?” Wayne asks.

“God, no,” Steve says, shaking his head vehemently. “Was pretty damn funny when she first found out about it though and learned that her brother was the maid of honor.”

“How the hell you got Nancy to marry you is still a mystery to me,” Eddie says with a laugh before lifting his cup up to his lips. 

Before Steve can open his mouth to defend his honor (or say the same about Eddie with you), the boys come skipping over, a few skimpy prizes in their hands that they won. The yellow slinky was sure to get lost by tomorrow and the little hot dog shaped whistle was something Eddie was already planning to “misplace.”

“Can we get ice cream?” Ryan asks as the boys switch from their bowling shoes to the sneakers they arrived in.

“That sounds all right to me,” Eddie says. 

The rental shoes all get returned at the counter and Luke takes his father’s hand as the gang walks out into the parking lot.

“What flavors are you guys gonna get?” Luke asks.

“Well,” Eddie says, a hint of a smirk on his lips, “I know Uncle Steve will go for Vanilla.”

Steve silently shoots daggers at his friend before replying, “And your dad won’t decide until he gets there because he likes the newest flavors.”

Two soft thuds have Ryan turning around. He sees both his father and uncle holding the back of their heads while his grandfather walks past them, shaking his head. 

“Ow,” Eddie complains, but Wayne just ignores him and keeps walking towards the car.

“I’m sitting in the backseat with you two,” Wayne tells the boys. “Probably more mature than these two knuckleheads—Ed, if you grab that man’s nipple one more time, I swear to God, I’ll leave you both here.”

[baby-tini]

hi! it's me again 🤣 i just reread M4S and realized that reader manipulated them by stealing drugs to have them capture her

how do you think bonten!mikey will react to finding out that his darling is manipulative?

like she feel inlove with him when she first saw him so she purposely went to same clubs as him and made scenarios to make him interested in her 😜 like accidentally toppling over him acting as if she's drunk etc. mikey kidnaps her bc he feel for her and then finds out she did those intentionally

im so sorry if this is so specific 😭 english isn't my first language so i wasn't sure if i relayed my thoughts properly

thank you so much for writing! I LOVE LOVE LOVE EVERYTHING 💖💖💖

The first time that he saw you in one of the clubs that he owns, he thought you were the prettiest little thing he's ever laid eyes on, so, he had one of his executives bring you over to him, and there, you proceeded too stay sat with him on a luxurious couch for hours Sipping on the most expensive alcohol you've ever had the fortune of tasting as he talked business with his executives. He had kept one of his hands on your thighs he talked to the other man, his hand was cold but it was still pleasant too have on your skin. His hand was soft as he dragged it up and down your thigh, glancing at you so often. He had taken you back to an expensive hotel that night and fucked you, you're more then willing too say that it was the best sex of your life and you wouldn't even be lying. From then on though, you were obsessed with him, maybe it was the sex or just that raw authority that surrounded him but you were hooked, dangerously hooked and you needed him, he was like a drug and you were hooked- so far gone that you paid no mind too anything else that wasn't him.

The second time you saw him was far from coincidental as you continued too frequent that club that you met him in, even getting a job as a waitress at said club so that you'd have access to the VIP room and you were so excited when his eyes met your but he turned away as he continues too conversate with another man and you knew from there on what you had too do. Because.. if you made it look like fate and you were everywhere he was... would he always look at you then? You had too give it a try as you bribed one of his security guards for his schedule for the next month as you proceeded too show up everywhere he was, even going as far too frequent the pastry shop that he always got the dorayaki from, learning how too make it and even trying it yourself so that you had something in common.. even if it was a little too sweet for your tastebuds. He seemed too like the color red so that's what you were constantly seen in when you would go to that club, of course you wanted too get closer but you knew that'd be impossible with constant security and his second in command.. his loyal mad dog; Sanzu Haruchiyo. You really didn't like Sanzu, he'd always watch you, like he knew what you were upto, he was smart, you'd give him that. You ignored him nonetheless, you wanted too be with Manjiro Sano and you would, so you'd dance in the club, you knew he saw you, because your eyes would meet dark obsidian as you danced away in the loud club.

Making sure too sway with the music as you pretended not too notice how invasive the eyes of the most dangerous man in all of Japan could be. He'd approach you more often ever since you started your little plan, and it would always unfortunately end the same way; with sex. While you're not complaining about it, you wanted too be closer, too have him closer. So that's exactly what you put your mind too, more then focused on getting into Bonten, so you started getting involved with shady people that owed Bonten something, money, drugs.. their life, you didn't care, you just wanted in. So when you had successfully been kidnapped by default of being surrounded by people that Bonen wanted dead, you knew you were in. Especially when the man himself, Manjiro Sano, pulled the blindfold down and your eyes fluttered open too meet onyx ones, the empty look in his eyes had filled with recognition before he told his lackeys too untie you.

He had taken you in his office and you had cried to Mikeys, the tears were fake, but.. he didn't need too know that as you explained to him that you were in danger because people were after, your father drowning in debt and your only option was too surround yourself with people that could protect you and that's what you did. You saw his usually empty eyes soften as you spewed lie after lie to him, even going as far as too get on your knees and blabber out meaningless apologies, stating that if you knew just who those people, you would've never hung out with them. He had listened to you, watching as you put on a show, over-dramatizing and lying straight to his face. You hoped your performance was good enough and you knew it was when he nodded and made a phone call, it was too quiet for you too hear anything but you just continued your false sobbing, feeling his eyes burning into you as you just continued your show. You knew you had won though, when he put the phone down and had you come sit down at his desk and asked you too explain just what exactly happened and who your father was in debt with, deciding too give him the name of a gang that Bonten hated and you watched his eyes narrow in distaste as he promised you protection just until that gang was eradicated, you knew Mikey was only doing this out of spite of the other gang but you didn't care, you were confident that you could have him wrapped around your finger before that even came too fruition.

[angstysebfan]

You Matter To Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary:  This is based on the song “You Matter To Me” from Waitress the Musical. It’s not a replica of what happens in the play, but the words in the song. Song lyrics are in italics. Warnings: Slight Angst, Sad Lonely Reader, Fluff

A/N: I’ve wanted to rewrite this fic for awhile. The story is the same, but I didn’t like how I did it the first time. I hope you all enjoy it even more than before. Please know that my stories were no beta’d or edited, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes or misspellings. Also please note again I am rewriting most if not all of my masterlist, so if you read my stories, be prepared cause most of them are going to be fixed if they haven’t already lol.

I can find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes They see things you never quite say, but I hear Come out of hiding, I’m right here beside you and I’ll stay there as long as you let me

You’re in your living room of your small one bedroom apartment, slow dancing with him. He holds you close and sings softly into your ear as you release a sigh of contentment. You never in a million years thought that you could ever find the happiness you’re currently engulfed in. People assume that being the only child of the rich and famous (your dads name), your life is set and happiness is a given. You know for a fact that it's not true, as you purposely ran away from the "rich kid" life the moment you were able to.

Your parents always treated more like a burden then their child. You were practically raised by nannies because they didn't want to give up the partying lifestyle. They never once celebrated the day you were born, always going out with friends on trips or something instead. When they were home, you were never allowed to make any noise or be a normal kid because they considered that a disturbance.

As you got older, you started to resent your life. Any "friends" you made didn't really care about you at all. They wanted to be seen with the daughter of the famous Y/F/N, the richest man in the country. They knew if the paparazzi saw them with you, they would be on Page Six and be set. You never wanted to be the center of attention. It never interested you, but you also didn't want to be used. You found yourself feeling very lonely all the time, even in a crowded room.

Eventually, when you were old enough, you ran away from that life. You wanted as much separation as possible. Your parents wouldn't care anyway, so you didn't move far. You found yourself in the middle of Brooklyn working as a waitress as a small diner. It didn't pay much, but it helped you afford your tiny shoebox apartment that you loved and food. You felt like you were finally free and happy. You started going out more, and even made some real friends who liked you for your personality, rather your wealth, since you no longer had any.

Once night you were out with some friends and were sitting at a bar. Nursing your cranberry vodka, you kept thinking how much your life has improved, and how much happier you were without your parents money. You suddenly saw someone sit next to you and you looked over with a smile. You would lie if you said he wasn't the most handsome man you have ever seen. He had short brown hair, the bluest eyes imaginable, and a strong jawline partially hidden under some scruff. When he looked at you and smiled, your heart immediately fluttered.

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me, I promise you do, you matter too I promise you do, you’ll see You matter to me

You found yourself falling into easy conversation with the handsome man, whose name was Bucky. You learned he was a mechanic who lived in the same neighborhood as you, and that he grew up in Brooklyn to middle class parents and knew the value of hard work. It was refreshing to say the least. Listening to how his parents supported him and his siblings with their aspirations and dreams, no matter what they were. You were jealous, because your parents couldn't give a damn about you. Hell they never even tried to find you when you left. Bucky tried to ask about your life, but you weren't ready to hash that out, so you just quickly changed the subject. He smiled and decided to go with it.

You and Bucky start to hangout more often and you find yourself falling... hard. He would take you on little dates around Brooklyn, and you both would stay out late just talking about things. You wanted to tell him about your past, but you were scared it would scare him away. When he wanted to treat you to a fancy restaurant in Manhattan that you know your parents frequent, you immediately decline. You felt it was time to finally tell him the truth about yourself. Bucky sat with you, holding your hand as you told him all about your upbringing and your thoughts and feelings about your parents. You were in awe when you were done he pulled you to him and kissed you.

"I can't imagine how hard that much have been for you," he said with no sarcasm.

You then and there that he actually cared about you and your feelings. He didn't think you were some spoiled brat that didn't get enough attention. He knew money was not important to you, and that all you've ever longed for was to be loved. He wanted to be the one to show you the love you've always deserved, and hopefully you can let him in. And maybe love him just as much in return.

It’s addictive the minute you let yourself think The things that I say, just might matter to someone, All of this time I’ve been keeping my mind on the running away For the first time I think I’d consider the stay.

At first you were worried when Bucky asked you to move in with him. Yes, you had been dating for over a year, and yes you cared for him with ever fiber of your being, but you still had hesitations when he said it back. You kept telling yourself he really loved you and to let him in, but it was harder to do than you realized. Bucky was always patient and understanding. He allowed you to take your time and really think about it with no pressure. But you wanted to let him in so bad. He's been so good to you, so you finally agree to move in.

It took some time for you to get used to Bucky constantly wanting to take care of you. You've always taken care of yourself, so to have him wanting to do that was surprising. He constantly tells you how much you mean to him, but you still find it hard to believe sometimes. He buys you flowers every week, takes you on small romantic trips, and cooks you dinners. Your walls slowly start crumbling little by little as you let him in, because you know you are as much in love with him, as he seems to be with you. Every day when you come home from work, he asks about your day, and generally cares. He pays attention to every word you say, he laughs at jokes you make, gets irritated when hearing about stupid customers, or holds you as you cry after a hard frustrating day. He's there every time you need him, and even when you don’t.

You are there for him just as much, knowing that a true relationship means you both have to give the same amount. As time goes on, your walls around your heart are gone, and you've completely given your heart to Bucky. He and his family have welcomed you with open arms, and you never felt as loved and accepted as you do with him. When he dropped to one knee to ask you to be his wife, you didn't hesitate for a second before saying yes, because there was no other answer.

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me, I promise you do, you matter too I promise you do, you’ll see You matter to me

You look up at your fiancee and smile before giving him a soft kiss. You then look at the small diamond on your finger with so much happiness. Bucky apologized it wasn't bigger, but you told him, and you meant it, that you wouldn't want anything more than what he has given you. Your life is perfect as long as you have him, and are in his arms. Bucky was everything you didn’t know you needed in your life.

For the first time, you feel loved and cherished. You feel like you finally matter to someone. Not just someone, Bucky Barnes, the man you love and are going to spend the rest of your life with. 

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[bunnyywritings]

i went out with two good friends for drinks tonight to like catch up and lowkey highkey spill the chisme…the gossip, if you will and this idea came to light

just to preface, i’m not drunk, i know my limits but after getting a nice buzz my lips tend to get loose

what i mean is that i’m a super super introverted person and even with people i’m close with, i tend to hold back for fear of being told i’m “too loud/obnoxious” but after a few drinks, i get comfortable and speak more without being self conscious

anyways

all i can think of is, joining nanami and your other co-workers for drinks after work.

being teachers at jujutsu tech was…interesting, to say the least. and it’s nice to unwind with drinks and friends.

everyone was overjoyed that you had finally agreed to join. always having received a, “maybe another night,” or “i’ll have to pass” from you.

as you all settled in at the bar that had been chosen by shoko this time around, you began to browse the menu, half listening to the rant coming from gojo.

reading through all the appetizer options and their chose of cocktails, menu shaking within your grasp.

you were a little nervous. you were surrounded by friends but this was really uncharted territory for you, and the fact that nanami had chosen the seat right across from you hadn’t helped one bit. it took every ounce of self restraint to not ogle and drool over him.

His tie was loosened, first two buttons of his dress shirt undone, suit jacket abandoned in the backseat of his car, sleeves rolled up just past his elbows, and his hair unkempt. Having ran his fingers through it a few times since he had clocked out.

as you read over the cocktail list for the millionth time, totally checked out, you missed when the lovely waitress had come by the table.

“(y/n)…” geto’s smooth voice from beside you had startled you greatly. your heart stopping when you realized everyone’s eyes were on you.

“o-oh what….uhm, yes?” your cheeks flushing when you made eye contact with the waitress.

ever so patient, she smiled softly. “would you like a drink to start with?”

“we ordered a few appetizers for the table, already.” geto informed you as your leg started to bounce underneath the table.

“oh! right-uhm right, yes. i’ll…i’ll take a uhm-“ you really wished the ground beneath you would open up and swallow you whole. “would i be able to do the-the moscow mule with…with tequila?”

“of course! is agave okay with that?”

“y-yeah, yes. agave is great.” you took a deep breath as you handed her your menu, watching as she easily stacked it with the others already in her arms.

“alright, i’ll have your orders out shortly.”

as she walked away, you groaned and buried your face in your hands. thoroughly embarrassed.

“you okay?” geto chuckled teasingly.

“m’just tired…” your voice was muffled but he understood.

he just smiled knowingly, patting your knee in comfort before turning to back to his conversation with shoko and urahime.

once everything was brought to the table, you relaxed.

“how have your students been as of late?” nanami’s voice rumbled over the loud volume of the music, eyes sincere as his thumbnail picked at the softening label of his beer.

“they’re uhm, they’re great, i was worried they wouldn’t take to me well but we’ve gotten along surprisingly well.” you sipped your drink, cheeks a glowing, rosy red as the tequila took its affects.

“that’s always reliving, isn’t it? they speak very highly of you, that’s quite the feat.” his praise made your heart swell, the thought of your students bragging about you was heartwarming.

“yeah…i guess it is. i mean, they don’t make it too hard.” he watched fondly as you preened, a gentle smile on your lips as you, no doubt, thought about them. “they’re quite the lovable bunch.”

as the night went on and you were a few drinks in, nanami enjoyed seeing how open you had been.

joining in on all the rowdy laughter and jokes, even going as far as playfully poking fun at gojo, who had been stone sober but had acted as if the total opposite were true.

“you know, (y/n), i’m surprised you’re still single.” mei mei sipped her drink, everyone glancing at the both of you in great interest.

“really? how so?”

“i mean, that so called ‘friend’ of yours seems quite taken with you.”

you frowned in confusion, head tilting aside like a lost puppy, nose scrunching as you stirred your drink. “what friend?”

“the one you brought to the last happy hour you attended.”

you searched your hazy mind for who she could have possibly meant. the last time you had gone out for drinks with everyone was when you first took the job, almost a year ago.

“i brought a friend around you guys?” the friendly fire brought a snicker out of geto, gojo laughing wildly beside him.

“you did. tall, handsome, dark hair. he was a…lawyer? if i’m remembering correctly.”

then it clicked. “ohhhh! oh! higuruma?”

nanami fought the urge to scoff. he remembered quite well. he thought that man was obnoxious and too proud.

“nah, he is just a friend. totally not my type anyways.” you finished the remainder of your drink, feeling wonderfully floaty as you sat back in the uncomfortable chair.

your candid and uncharacteristic reply had caught everyone’s attention, eyes bright and playful as they hoped to get an answer from you.

“what is your type, anyways?” gojo stirred the pot as he eyed nanami knowingly.

“he’s also not that tall, mei mei.” you giggled, totally trying to sidestep gojo’s question.

“your avoiding the question!” shoko pointed at you, chuckling as you rolled your eyes.

“oh i don’t knowww…” you drawled, unashamed as you let your eyes fall on nanami.

your gaze sent ice water through his veins. want and something he couldn’t quite place was swirling in your lidded eyes before you sluggishly turned back towards everyone else.

“hmmm well, he’d have to be tall. like-“ your gaze snapped back to the blonde, his eyes widened as you asked, “nanami, how tall are you?”

“uhm…i believe about six feet tall.”

you hummed in acknowledgment, turning back to everyone else. “he’d have to be about six feet tall…i think he’d obviously have to be a sorcerer or at least, like know about it. level headed, broad shoulders, gorgeous eyes-“

nanami had to look away to attempt to hide his blush. red crawling up his neck, past his face and to his ears, missing the rest of your description in straight up disbelief.

“-and, i guess maybe blonde but i don’t know…” you sipped on your, now, refilled drink and shrugging nonchalantly. “it’s not really a deal breaker.”

your group had burst our in raucous laughter. amused disbelief could not begin to describe how unbelievable this whole situation was. especially, since you were a little unaware as to why it was so funny.

“why? do you know anyone you could set me up with?”

gojo wiped a tear from his eye. “i think there’s someone i have in mind…”

content and unaware, you smiled. “well, send him my way! i can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me, satoru.”

one more round and a shot later, you were home and in bed by 2am.

a few hours later, with a slight headache and a clear mind, you almost exploded with embarrassment when you realized that intoxicated you had basically confessed that nanami kento was your ideal man.

“-how could you just sit there and let me expose myself like that!” you whined into your phone. suguru, who was on the other end of the call, simply laughed. his shrug almost audible through the speaker.

“you were so happy and incredibly drunk, i thought you knew what you were saying.”

“i wasn’t that drunk…some friend you are.”

“oh come on now, don’t be like that…” you could still head the amusement lingering in his voice. “he probably won’t even remember. if memory serves, he had drank a few more beers than usual…maybe it’s totally forgotten.”

as he said this, there was a knock at your door.

not thinking too much about it, you shuffled out, still in your pajamas. hair ruffled and face imprinted with the wrinkles of your pillow.

“still! i don’t think he was inebriated enough to-“

as you opened the door, your voice trailed off in disbelief.

there he stood. nanami kento. in casual sweat pants and a t-shirt, holding a take out bag with what smelled like mouthwatering breakfast sandwiches and a drink carrier with two coffees.

“(y/n)? hello?” suguru’s voice was muffled as your hand dropped to your side.

the only thing he heard was, “nanami…?” before you dropped the call.

[harryissuchalittleshit]

Do you have any Drastoria headcanons you'd liked to share?

I love Drastoria, they are so soft and sweet!

Draco wrote Astoria everyday they were separated while she was in school and he wasn’t

It was the start of their relationship, him giving her all these little bits and pieces of himself

Astoria in turn wrote back with questions and declarations of her own, though she only wrote back once a week

They rarely saw each other until she graduated, but the few moments they had together they spent exploring the physical side of their relationship

“I drew stars around your scars”

Astoria would trace all of Draco’s scars, and she had the winding serpent shape of the dark mark memorized, she designed the sleeve he got tattooed to covered the mark

(It’s flowers, beautiful and bright and colorful, Draco could never say no to her)

In return, Astoria got the Draco constellation on her forearm, where the dark mark would’ve been branded

They never actually moved in together, Astoria’s things just sort of migrated into his place after she graduated

Her parents didn’t quite know if they “liked” Draco, he was always kind and polite, but they made sure to distance themselves from any DE families

Draco always made sure to be on his best behavior and most respectful to her parents, especially because they were older and had higher standards on courtship

Not that Draco or Astoria would ever call their relationship “courting”

Draco proposed at Astoria’s job, she was a waitress at a Muggle restaurant in London, they both cried when she said yes

Their wedding was actually quite small, only family and friends, and held at the Malfoy Manor against their wishes

(They wanted to get married in a small church in the countryside, but old inheritance/courtship rules didn’t allow it)

It took them a few years to get pregnant with Scorpius, and Astoria hated being pregnant

But she loved her baby boy so much!!

She picked out his name, Scorpius Hyperion! Hyperion was the Titan of light

They raised Scorpius in a small Muggle town until he was about seven/eight and they moved into the Manor to help take care of Lucius as he was sick

Scorpius was the first Malfoy ever to go to school, and a Muggle school at that, but he did have some private dance and music tutors

(Narcissa and Lucius weren’t going to allow him to be completely “uncivilized”)

Draco and Astoria had become even more private at the Manor, raising Scorpius to have a “public” and “private” persona

Then Lucius died and it was treated as a celebration, he had come home from Azkaban a cruel and bitter man, treating his family the worst

(Scorpius could never live up to his expectations, Draco got rid of all of his things other than the damned peacocks)

Astoria was a little disappointed that Scorpius didn’t fall that far from the tree and became a Slytherin, but then she met Al and realized that maybe she shouldn’t worry as much

Draco will never be on great terms with the trio or any Weasley, but Astoria is and he will live with the discomfort for her

They adore Al and later Rose when Scorpius and her start to date

They are the same mind as Ron and Hermione, sure that their kids relationship won’t last and with each year slowly realizing they are going to be forced to be in-laws

(Unlike Blaise and Daphne who never really acknowledge Ron and Hermione as in-laws while Lyla and Hugo are in a relationship)

Draco and Astoria are wonderful grandparents to their six grandchildren and their four great nephews and niece

Draco has two kids named after him, Apollo Draco Malfoy and Hector Draco Weasley-Zabini, while Astoria has a granddaughter named after her, Artemis Astoria Malfoy

They also have a small collection of goddaughters, Sam Goyle, Lyla Zabini, Anamika Nott who all treat them as another set of parents

I just really love Drastoria and adore them and will get more specific if anyone has any questions!!

Astoria’s wedding dress:

[ap-kinda-lit]

An InuKag Playlist

Uwu - chevy

Oh, but you don't know how I feel, mmm / It's like everyday I'm runnin' uphill / Oh, why can't I just spit it out and tell you right now / That you're the one I want out loud?

On Melancholy Hill — Gorillaz

Up on Melancholy Hill / There's a plastic tree / Are you here with me? / Just looking out on the day / Of another dream / Well you can't get what you want / But you can get me / So let's set out to sea, love / 'Cause you are my medicine / When you're close to me / When you're close to me

Meet Me Halfway — The Black Eyed Peas

Can you meet me half way (I'll meet you halfway) / Right at the borderline / That's where I'm gonna wait, for you / I'll be looking out, night n' day / Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay / I can't go any further than this / I want you so bad it's my only wish / I can't go any further than this / I want you so bad it's my only wish

Willow — Taylor Swift

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind (oh) / Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in / As if you were a mythical thing / Like you were a trophy or a champion ring / And there was one prize I'd cheat to win / The more that you say / The less I know / Wherever you stray / I follow / I'm begging for you to take my hand / Wreck my plans / That's my man / You know that my train could take you home / Anywhere else is hollow / I'm begging for you to take my hand / Wreck my plans / That's my man

Until I Found You — Em Beihold & Stephen Sanchez

How could / We ever just be friends? / I would rather die than let you go / Juliet to your Romeo / How I heard you say / I would never fall in love again until I found her / I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" / I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her / I found you

Everywhere — Fleetwood Mac

Something's happening / Happening to me / My friends say I'm acting peculiarly / Come on, baby / We better make a start / You better make it soon / Before you break my heart / Oh, I / I want to be with you everywhere / Oh, I / I want to be with you everywhere / (Wanna be with you everywhere)

Never Getting Rid of Me — Waitress The Musical

I'm gonna do this right / Show you I'm not moving / Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow / Oh, I'm gonna love you so / You'll learn what I already know / I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me

My Life Would Suck Without You — Kelly Clarkson

Maybe I was stupid / For telling you goodbye / Maybe I was wrong / For tryin' to pick a fight / I know that I've got issues / But you're pretty messed up too / Either way I found out I'm nothing without you

Wasted Time — Vance Joy

Why do you go wasting your time on me / You're so beautiful now / There's so much that's left for you now / Oh yeah, babe / And why / Why do you go flashing those eyes at me / You know that I'm eager to please / I've always been eager to please / Oh yeah, babe

For The First Time — Mac DeMarco

Know she won't be gone forever / There are many times I find it feels that way / And I'm not trying to forget her / Just understand how I'll be feeling on that day / It's just like seeing her for the first time again

line without a hook — Ricky Montgomery & mxmtoon

And in my eyes, there is a tiny dancer / Watching over me, he's singing / "she's a, she's a lady, and i am just a boy" / He's singing, "she's a, she's a lady, and i am just a line without a-" / Oh baby, I am a wreck when I’m without you / I need you here to stay / I broke all my bones that day I found you / Crying at the lake / Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden, oh / And if I could take it all back / I swear that I would pull you from the tide

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough — Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell

Remember the day I set you free / I told you you could always count on me, darling / From that day on, I made a vow / I'll be there when you want me / Some way, somehow / 'Cause, baby, there ain't no mountain high enough / Ain't no valley low enough / Ain't no river wide enough / To keep me from getting to you, babe

Stay — Two Steps From Hell

I like the way your eyes look into mine / I like how it feels when you smile / I like the way you watch me when I walk away / Say you'll stay / I like to feel your breath on my face / I like to swim around in your good grace / I like how your lips taste / Say you'll stay

I Choose You — Sara Bareilles

We are not perfect / We'll learn from our mistakes / And as long as it takes / I will prove my love to you / I am not scared of the elements / I am under-prepared, but I am willing / And even better / I get to be the other half of you

[searchingforgravity]

The New Maid - PART 4 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: A few weeks has past since the night you overheard something you weren't supposed to. You are starting to get settled into your new life as you explore Memphis on your day off from working. You go to local restaurants and music stores, and see someone that you weren't expecting to see.

TW: drugging, sexual assault, sexual situations

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3684

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so glad you are liking the story so far, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"What will it be, hun?" the waitress asks as she holds a pen and a pad of paper in her hand. You order a classic breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast with some coffee. She quickly scrawls down your order and walks away to send it to the kitchen. You sink deep into the cushioned booth and look out the window to your right. It's been a few weeks now since you started working for Elvis and it's your first day off. You've been working nonstop since he's been home and Dee breathing down your neck, looking over your shoulder every minute did not help ease your nerves either. That pressure along with the awkward energy between you and Elvis lately has been suffocating. Ever since you overheard him that night he's been too embarrassed to talk to you. You could've sworn you heard your name that night, but there's no way that's possible. Maybe you imagined it. Because, of course it's what you wanted to hear. You bring your attention back to the cozy booth you're sitting in as you hear the waitress setting down your coffee. You thank her and sip on the warm drink, losing yourself in your thoughts.

After eating, you go to a music store and become a bit frustrated by all the records of Elvis you see. Almost every other record has his face plastered on it. As you browse, you spot a record by Ike and Tina Turner. You absolutely love Tina Turner. You grab the record and carry it over to the lanky, yet gruff looking young man reading a magazine behind the counter. "Hey dear, this it?" He mumbles through his cigarette, eyes still on the magazine. You internally sigh at his passive behavior. "Yes, that'll be all," You say, gazing at the magazine. Playboy, of course. Upon hearing your voice, he glances up at you, his eyes lingering a bit too long, making you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. You forget you aren't wearing your cleaning uniform and might be more eye catching. You chose an emerald green dress that hugs your waist, and his gaze seems to continuously revert back to it. He sits up from his slouched position and writes out the total. "That'll be three bucks," He mutters, the cigarette never leaving his mouth. You pay him and he grazes your hand during the exchange. It seems innocent enough, but for some reason, you feel a pit form in your stomach. He looks at you again. "You from around here?" he asks, only half interested. You hesitate before answering, not feeling comfortable divulging information to a stranger, especially not this stranger. "No, I'm from Iowa," You reply, more shaky than you intended. He grunts as he ponders this. "Hm, what do they got in Iowa?" "The State Fair," you say and internally cringe, not being able to think of anything else to say. He laughs and instead of easing you, it makes you more on edge. "The State Fair," he repeats, looking at you again. It feels predatory, like he wants something from you, and he'll take it with or without your permission. "Nice to meet ya', Iowa. I'm Johnny." Somehow, such a family name doesn't suit him. "You too Johnny," you mumble as you take your record and quickly leave the store, feeling his eyes on you as you walk out the door.

After walking around and exploring the town for the better half of the afternoon, your stomach starts to rumble and you decide it might be a good time to stop for dinner. As the sun starts to set, you hug your arms close to your body, cursing yourself for forgetting your jacket at home. You cling the bagged record to your side as you step onto the Beale St. strip. The street was buzzing with people and you suddenly wish you had dropped the record off at Graceland. You walk around and spot a bar called the Tin Roof. Walking in, your senses are flooded with jazz music and the smell of booze. You know it's probably not safe to drink alone in such a big city, but you've had a long couple of weeks, and no friends here to drink with. Plus, you are a sucker for live music. You take a seat at one of the tables and order a cosmopolitan. Your eyes drift to to the band as you sip your drink. They end their set and the announcer comes to the stage. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Up next we have a little surprise for you. Please, put your hands together for Elvis Presley!"

Your mouth falls open as shock takes over every other emotion in your body. Elvis is performing? Here? Your question is answered when he walks out on stage wearing a blue suit, the shirt underneath a little too open to be modest. He looks gorgeous. His eyes sparkling with a huge smile on his face, waving to the unsuspecting audience. Everyone starts going wild as people flood inside, the bouncer having to go outside to stop people from storming in. Elvis starts performing and your senses go into overdrive. Your ears are ringing, and the chaos from the crowd is engulfing. It suddenly dawns on you that you are completely alone and it might be harder than you thought to hail a cab home, especially now that Elvis decided to do a surprise performance. In the midst of it all, you are yanked back to the room when you feel someone's hand on your shoulder. "Hey Iowa."

You trail up the hand to find Johnny beside you, clutching your shoulder. The roar of the crowd pushes him closer to you, or maybe that was his excuse for his sudden proximity. "Ya like Elvis?" He shouts in your ear, making you pull back slightly. As you do, his grip on your shoulder tightens. You shiver. "He's okay," You say, not really sure if you do like him or not, even though you knew he was talking about his singing. "Well he's popular with the ladies, that's for sure! Stay here, I'm getting you a drink," He shouts and barrels through the crowd towards the bar. You grab your record off the table and make a move for the door, warning bells going off in your head. You take a quick look towards the little stage and are taken aback when you see Elvis' eyes piercing into you. His expression changes slightly when he recognizes the look of fear in your eyes. He jumbles his words while singing, but quickly recovers and looks over to one of the members of the Mafia in the crowd. Before you can look back at him, you're ripped backwards, colliding into Johnny's towering figure. His sweat is drenching the collar of his shirt and you suddenly realize how drunk he is as he ravenously looks you up and down.

Elvis' voice still rings through the microphone and it's suddenly much too loud as your fear heightens. "Here, drink this honey," He yells over the noise as he thrusts a glass towards you. You take a hold of the cold drink and peer into it. It seems to be a cosmopolitan like you had been drinking tonight, and are suddenly feeling the affects of. The room starts to spin slightly as you look at Johnny. Fearing what would happen if you didn't, you take a drink from the glass. "So, you go out often?" he asks as he slides closer to you. His hand traveling to your waist, squeezing harshly. You can feel bile in your throat as the feeling of his hand repulses you, but you choke it down and offer a smile, trying to stay calm. "Oh yeah, I love live music. I go to a lot of music bars," You lie, trying not to sound naive. He nods and travels his hands up your waist, pulling you closer. Your breath catches in your throat, your ears ringing as your stomach turns. "Drink up baby, I didn't pay all that money for nothing" he says as he leans in and brashly kisses your cheek. You hesitate as you recoil from his touch. He brings his mouth to your ear. "I said drink it," He bites out, his grip now trapping you in place. Frightened, you do as you're told. Suddenly, the noise begins to lessen as you look around the room. Your vision begins to blur, and you hear someone come up to you. "Oh, honey, I've been looking everywhere for you," Someone says from the side and you look in his eyes, barely able to register that Jerry Schilling was beside you, creating a barrier between you and Johnny. "Who the hell are you?" Johnny spits, trying to grab at you. "I'm her boyfriend, who the hell are you?" Jerry lies as he wraps his arm around your back supporting you as you slowly begin losing consciousness. You can hear Johnny sputtering out an apology but can't grasp the words. The last thing you hear is Elvis' voice from the stage as black takes over your vision.

You come to momentarily and feel wind running through your hair. You open your eyes and see Elvis' hands on the steering wheel, clenching so hard his knuckles had turned white, his rings digging into his flesh. You look up at his face and his brows are knitted together, concern washing over his features. "What's happening?" you fumble your words, finding it hard to move or talk. He is pulled out of his trance as his eyes snap to you. You see his shoulders relax the slightest bit. You expect him to reprimand you for being so stupid but he does the opposite. "Sweet heart, what happened? We're almost home baby, don't worry," He breathes as he turns down the road, his right hand leaving the wheel as he grasps yours in reassurance. His words sound far away and muffled as you look down at his hand on yours, a small smile forming on your lips before losing consciousness for the second time.

You blink your eyes open to find yourself back in your room at Graceland. For a moment, you think the faint memories of the night before are all a dream until you see Elvis across the room, peering out the window deep in thought. His concern seems to have been replaced with anger. You inch up on the bed until you're upright. Elvis hears you and turns in an instant. "Hey. How are you feelin'?" He makes his way over to you, sitting on the side of the bed. Your senses heighten slightly and you notice a difference in your attire. You look down and realize you are wearing a new night gown. "Did you change my clothes?" you blurt out before you could think as you look up at him, still dazed and sleepy. His cheeks flush slightly as he looks down like a boy getting caught taking sweets. "Well, you'd gotten sick all over your dress. I couldn't leave ya in it. I-I didn't look at anything, I promise," he stutters as his hand rubs the back of his neck. You smile slightly in amusement at how he was acting. Before you get to really revel in the reversing of roles the embarrassment hits you. "I got sick? Oh God," you moan out as you cover your face with your hands. A blush creeps over you at another thought. You're not wearing a bra, he saw you almost completely naked. You look back to him, the words at the tip of your tongue ready to lay into him, when a knock interrupts your first syllable. Panic floods your face and he reassures you "It's fine, it's just Jerry. I asked him to get some aspirin in case you had a headache," he confirms as he retrieves reinforcements from Jerry. His words trigger the beginnings of a splitting headache. You shut your eyes and bring your hands to your temples, kneading softly. Elvis makes his way over to you once more. You feel the bed dip beside you and look to find him holding some Aspirin and a glass of water. "Here, this'll help with the pain," he says in an almost whisper as he holds out the glass for you to take. You reach for the glass and your fingertips brush, electricity shooting down your spine. Your eyes instantly connect with his. Time stops for just a second. You gaze falls to his lips wanting to feel them against yours. He looks at your lips in response, his tongue darting out subconsciously to moisten them. "Here, sweet heart," he rasps, and you realize you've been staring longer than you should be, your hand still connected with his on the glass. "Thanks," you whisper taking the glass and downing it along with 3 aspirin, finally looking away. "So," He starts, "who was that skuzz trying to get with you?"

You are stunned at his quick change in tone. You can see the controlled rage behind his eyes as he looks at you expectantly. Was he jealous? "He was just some guy that worked at a record store that I went to earlier in the day. I guess he recognized me," you say nonchalantly. "Mhm. Which record store was it? What was his name?" His interrogates, barely getting a breath in between. You look at him with bewildered amusement at how serious he was. "What? Why? I don't remember the store name, but his name is Johnny." "If we went by the store, would you recognize it?" You furrow your brow at this, confused. "What? What are you talking about? Why?" He darts up from the bed, becoming more frustrated. "Because, he drugged you (y/n)! And the way he was touching you..." he trailed off, gazing over at you. Was he more upset about you being in danger or the idea of someone trying to take what's 'his'. "He's going to be fired from his job, I'll get a restraining order for you, and maybe teach him a lesson on how to behave around women," he fumes. You shake your head, and wince at the pain of your headache. "No, Elvis, stop. What are you talking about? You can't get him fired from his job" you rebut. You quickly learn telling Elvis he can't do something is a mistake. He looks over at you, his eyes gleaming. "Like hell I can't. Honey, I'm able to do more than you can imagine." His tone was dangerous and although he was talking about Johnny, you couldn't help but wonder what else he is capable of. "And I won't tolerate him doing something like that to you. Do you know how scary it was? He must've put a lot of shit in your drink," He responds, drawing back inside himself. You pull the covers off of you and stand, walking over to him. You have to regain your balance as you're still dizzy from the drugs. Without thinking, you grab his hand in yours. "Elvis, It's okay, really. I'm fine. Please, I just don't want to have to deal with it right now," you breathe out, already exhausted from the situation. He pauses for a second, taken aback that you've touched him, then steps closer to you, looking in your eyes. Your breath catches in your throat, this was a bad idea. It's improper, he's your boss, why would you put your hands on him like this? You move to pull your hand away when he catches it with his, not allowing it. You look back into his eyes and they've changed from his previous angered state. They're dark, but they're softer now, his pupils blown, lips parted the slightest bit. The air stiffens as you keep your eyes on him, unable to look away. Then he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Elvis," you gasp out, flustered by his actions. He kisses your hand again, and again. "So beautiful," he sighs as he laces his fingers through yours. Your mind is buzzing, you don't want him to stop. He kisses your wrist, elbow, shoulder. He dips his head down and kisses your neck, causing your eyes to flutter closed. "Elvis," you say in protest, halfheartedly. He can hear the resolve in your voice, you know he can as he draws you closer to him. "Please," He breathes, his lips coming to your cheek, leaving open mouthed kisses. He kisses your forehead, your nose, your other cheek. He brings his lips to hover over yours, breathlessly. He's so close, you can feel his warm, labored breath on you. It instinctively makes you part your lips in response, your mind muddled from the sudden longing coursing through you. He brings his forehead to rest on yours, and you can feel his chest heaving. You swallow audibly, leaning your face up towards him, your lips brushing on his. He lets a sigh escape his lips as he cups your face in his hands. A loud bang at the door causes you to pull away from him, reality crashing back down. "Miss (y/l/n) are you awake? I need to speak with you," Dee's voice calls from the other side of the door. You and Elvis look at each other and his eyes are just as wide as yours, you both acting like two kids getting caught doing something wrong. You look around and spot your closet, quickly shoving him towards it. He chuckles silently as he allows you to push him towards the closet, only somewhat resisting. "Yes Mrs. Presley, one second!" you yell back, pushing him with more force, agitated at his resistance. "Never thought this would happen in my own house," he whispers, and you hear slight annoyance behind his humor. He kneels down in your closet, looking up at you. This makes a shock wave of desire run through you so suddenly you almost lose your balance for the second time. You never thought seeing him on his knees could be so sensual, but it had you absentmindedly rubbing your thighs together. You shush him and shut the closet door, telling Dee she can come in.

"I know it's your day off, but I was wondering if you could run an errand for me," Dee firmly requests as she storms in. She pauses as she looks at you, her eyebrow quirking. "You're not unwell are you? Your face is red as a tomato. If you're sick that will not do." This statement makes your cheeks flush even more; there was evidence of your sins. "N-no ma'am, I just was a little warm in here is all," You stutter, embarrassment coursing through you. She nods, choosing to believe you, even though you know it was a lame excuse. "Okay, well I need you to go to the store and pick up a few items for me. I'm having a get together and I simply won't have enough time to send anyone else." She waits for your answer even though you're pretty sure you don't have a choice. "Yes, of course," You say, masking the annoyance of having to work on your day off with false integrity. "Great," she continues, "be back here by noon." With that she closes the door.

As soon as the door closes the closet door opens. Elvis appears grinning at you like a school boy. "What are you so happy about?" you groan as you look at your own reflection in the mirror, only half shocked to find your hair a complete mess, yet grateful your makeup from the night before held. "Red as a tomato huh? Do I really get you all worked up, darlin'?" Mortification floods your senses at his bold question. You shoot him a warning glare before you return to the mirror, taming your hair. This makes him laugh out loud causing you to roll your eyes in annoyance. Then you get a sudden thought, this is a game to him. Of course it is, he's trying to get the satisfaction of sleeping with any girl he wants. If he keeps on long enough, for sure you'll cave. You can't believe you've been so foolish. You're so entangled in your thoughts that you don't notice him approach you from behind. As he reaches out and touches your shoulder, you pull away as if you've been burned. You look at him through the mirror and his face looks like he's been shot. Guilt starts to arise until you remind yourself that you're just another girl to him. "Sweet heart? I was just messin' with ya'. I didn't mean to make ya' angry," he mutters. He tries to reach for your hand but you pull it to your chest, stopping him. "Honey," he whispers, pain in his tone. "Elvis, you're my boss," You say harshly as you avert your eyes from his. You can feel him stiffen behind you. You continue, "I appreciate you helping me last night, but what's happening, it's unprofessional. I won't just be another notch on your bedpost." You can feel your cheeks burn from humiliation as silence hangs in the air. His response came out more confident than yours. "Sweet heart, that's not what-", you cut him off "And please, no more with the pet names. I work for you, I'm not one of your groupies." he pulls away harshly, and you chance a glance at him through the mirror. You've hurt him. He looks you over incredulously and you avert your gaze, not able to look at him any longer. "I'm sorry I've offended you. It wasn't my intention. But if that's what you want, I won't push you." You don't respond and continue to gaze at the floor. You weren't aware he'd walked away until the door slamming brings your eyes back up into the mirror. You also aren't aware you started crying until you feel a tear run down your cheek.

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4, 5, 10, 20

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yayyy ty for the asks vamp :D

4. what's your character's favorite recreational activity?

Off the clock, Usagi is very much a homebody. She likes to relax by reading manga or just browsing the web, but other than that she doesn't really know what to do with herself when she has time off? She feels like she should be working, doing something important. Days off just leave her feeling listless :\

When Myce isn't on her shift at the tavern, she loves going foraging! She feels like she's in her element in the forest, and it's just a nice way to decompress of her. She also likes cultivating her own little garden on her windowsill, though it's only a few herbs used for cooking or tea. Though really, there's nothing better than brewing some tea and cozying up in bed with a good book ^_^

During their downtime in-between odd jobs and trying to find the guy who shot them in the head, Courier relaxes by... repairing their equipment, fiddling with miscellaneous machines, organizing their notes, and very rarely will they stop by a bar to grab a drink. So... not exactly relaxing, just doing things to help keep their mind off things for the time being. If they had enough money though, they would want to go out dancing for a night, but they suppose listening to their favorite radio station and imagining themself dancing with someone special is enough.

5. what was your character's dream job as a kid? is it different than what their career ended up being?

Myce really had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. She knew she was good with plants, but she didn't have the networking and social skills, nor the money to make some kind of business out of that. Her parents wanted her to learn magic, but while she wasn't opposed to it, school was just miserable for her. She always thinks about how lucky she was to somehow get a job at all. Sure it took a lot of training, but she does her waitressing job pretty well, all things considered. Of course, she never expected to be braving the dungeon much later on in her life.

When Courier was younger, their dream was to be a performer. They loved to sing and dance around their old little home, but their father shot that dream down pretty quickly, saying that they were going to carry on their family's mechanic business. They grew pretty sour towards that idea, even though as they got older they realized their dream of being a performer was pretty far fetched, and that they just weren't fit for the spotlight. But one day they just, left their home and never looked back, and became a courier to make ends meet. And now that they can't even remember their name, it's become their whole identity. Not that they really mind though, maybe it's better that nobody knows who they used to be.

10. what kind of music do they enjoy?

I think Reito would enjoy like, showtunes? yknow, musical songs. She would also enjoy visual kei and electroswing maybe.

Usagi I think would really like, like pop and indie rock? She likes listening to things that give her a little pep in her step :)

I think Myce would like listening to calm, slow instrumental music. Slow, jazzy, romantic kind of songs.

Courier just likes whatever's playing on the radio. Hehe, seriously though, they're just the kind of person that's not super picky about what music they listen to, as long as it sounds neat to them (though they are partial to a good love song ^_^)

20. a nostalgic memory from your OC’s childhood?

If Ai had to pick a memory from her database, it would be when she went to the beach with the matsuno brothers and totoko as kids. It was her first time ever going to the beach, so she was really excited, but then her beach day got cut short when she was playing near the water and got splashed by Ichimatsu, who forgot that she could short circuit if she got wet. It was an honest mistake and he felt really bad, so when she returned much later on in the day after Dekapan repaired her, Ichimatsu was waiting there for her and said he wanted to look for shells with her, and he wouldn't leave until he found the prettiest shell to give to her. So as the sun set, the two combed the beach until Ichimatsu finally found the perfect shell. They celebrated until Dekapan came back to pick up Ai and bring her home, and as she walked away she waved and smiled at Ichi. He would never forget that smile, and even though she spent most of the day at the lab, Ai would never forget that perfect beach day.

Usagi's most nostalgic childhood memory is from when she was visiting her grandmother, who lived near the coast. She loved spending those cloudy and stormy days inside, and the one time she did decide to play outside she predictably caught a cold. Her grandma made her some homemade soup to help her feel better, and she'll never forget that warm feeling of the bowl in her hands, the soft blanket around her shoulders, the stormy night sky outside... It felt like she was at home, like she was loved, like she was where she belonged.

Courier's memories are a little bit jumbled, but one that they remember is when they were younger, they found themself home alone. This was a rare occurrence, so they did things around the house they didn't normally do, unless they wanted to get yelled at. They turned up the radio a bit louder than normal, and made themself a little meal on the stove and ate it on the couch instead of the dinner table. They felt so... at peace in that moment? They can't really explain it, It's just a nice memory to them.

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An Admiral's Deal - FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 9: Lend an Ear

Ao3

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The Drowning Wrench was always busy come Saturday. For many it was the first day their ships finally returned to dock, and land welcomed them back with open arms. It was known that a dog could love the sea more than any other, but there were simply some luxuries only found with your feet planted on terra firma. Space to stretch your arms, better food than any found in the gully of a ship, and of course, the variety of pretty company one might get lucky with or could slip a few coins to increase their chances to land a night in a softer bed with softer cabin mates.

All walks of life sat and wandered from table to table. A band of bards taking it upon themselves to play music to back the sea shanties sang by the roughest pirates, and the more homely folksongs the wives and daughters of these men. Drinks were passed, and sometimes fists were thrown, but all was done with mirth and joy of the new astral era.

And yet, Halditar seemed oblivious to it all.

She had her mane of hair pulled over her shoulder, finger twirling amongst the pale locks before combing through, undoing the tangles her restless fingers made. Her glass was half-empty, her eyes unfocused staring at the blurry visage of her reflecting off the surface of green-tinged grog. The music in her ears was dulled by a constant ringing, high pitched but not loud. Adding a layer of snow to every thing that surrounded the Warrior of Light, as if smothered by fabric.

“You look like you’ve just seen ghost, ‘kind knight.’”

She jerked her head up, having not expected someone to break through the haze. The chair across from Halditar screeched against the wooden floor before the person settled into it, waving a hand laxly to call off a waitress.

“Probably seen less than you have, ‘wife of the sea.’” Halditar laughed some weak, little sound, far from the opposite of her usual volume. It felt hard of late, to bring it forth with intention. Her fingers dug hard into the sharpened edge of her dragoon armor, the pain a slight aid in easing the bubbling thoughts in her skull. She didn’t need those dulling her senses further.

Though bereft of her usual coat, the Admiral of Limsa Lominsa was ever recognizable. She was the quickest person Halditar had ever seen served, soon with a glass of wine in hand and bottle she was free to refill herself. She savored the fragrant beverage, Halditar catching a with of elderberries of flower, before continuing on, before speaking,

“I had gotten word you’ve been seen about the port quite frequently, and found it strange you hadn’t sent any message with want to meet, or just dropped in on my unannounced. I thought perhaps I could be the one to extend the invitation to drink first this time.”

Even speaking on something so simple, Merlwyb had such confidence and assurance in her words. She knew what she meant, and how to say it. No fussing or second guessing. Halditar wasn;t even sure she had seen the woman hesitate before. It was respect worthy, and something the redhead liked very much about the Lominsan leader. Part of the reason Halditar had started getting close to her, whether the Admiral had wanted it or not.

Perhaps the former pirate had at one point been annoyed by the over-eager adventurers pushing and radicalness, overzealous with youth and inexperience, flames of ambition threatening to extend themselves too far and get snuffed out but just one wrong encounter. But a shared love of combat, fishing, and a certain type of conversational wit that was really only ever understood between their ilk made for a fast friendship. That and a sort of draw between each other. Halditar wasn’t sure if Merlwyb felt it, but around her, Halditar felt… secure. Safe to be herself and let whatever weighed on her shoulders roll off.

If only it hadn’t felt like her arms were starting to shake. Not yet failing, but the strength she had wasn’t enough to hold up the weight that was building. It was only for moments at a time, but in the face of the deaths, the building tension in the air it seemed like only she could feel… She had been more staunch in training of late, picking up the bow alongside lance, spending long hours helping others, and spending her evening recovering before repeating the next day.

To the outside eye, the Warrior of Light was like an animal in a cage. Pacing, waiting for the moment to strike, the cage door to open and to be let out either to hunt, or have her foe charge in.

Perhaps that is what Merlwyb recognized in her as she leaned forward, middle finger gently tracing the rim of her wine glass, creating a soft, ethereal ringing sound.

“What is on your mind, friend?” She emphasized that word. Halditar wasn’t so daft to miss it, and her companion not so foolish to believe she didn’t.

Her insomnia-darkened eyes dragged over across the floor. She couldn’t see too well, but she didn’t need the enhancement her Echo granted to know that shade of blue. Maybe the others didn’t notice, but it was everywhere, hung over the back of seats and upon the coat hooks if it wasn’t being worn.

“Nothin’ anyone should hear.”

The words came out harsher than she meant them to, punctuated by draining her glass in several heavy glugs. It wasn’t the best she had had, a strange vegetal after taste following a fake sort of lemon, cinnamon, and vanilla that didn’t play nice together at all really. But it wasn’t heavy and she could knock back a lot of them without anyone getting on her case. She wiped away the moistness it left on her lips with the back of her hand and before she could wave down another, Merlwyb had popped the cork on her wine, and was filling up Halditar’s glass of her own will.

“Would it suffice that even if they heard, they wouldn’t understand?”

In an instant, the Warrior of Light froze.

How to describe the feeling and sensations was over her at that moment. Like lighting? No, too quick. The crashing of waves? That would imply a calm between the shock… Quicksand, was the best descriptor she realized. At first she did not believe her ears, taking a few moments to connect that those familiar words did indeed come from the Admiral’s lips. Her hands started to shake, refusing to stop even as she turned her fingers into a fist. She couldn’t name what it was she was feeling. Excitement, fear? Whatever it was, it made her mouth dry and some small pain blossomed in her chest. 

“You know the first tongue? How? I thought no one in Eorzea…” Halditar almost stammered her question, not only because she was shocked but it took her brain a few solid seconds to remember how to speak her native language.

“My grandfather taught me. Supposedly, before being run out, his side of the family had been record keepers. He thought it was important to carry on the legacy of the only language he had ever known, spit as it was in this land.” The way she spoke lended itself to the idea at the least. The emphasis on certain letters was more Eorzean, no doubt from having to so rarely speak the rainy tongue. That mattered little though, when put against her trained ears… Ah.

Halditar recognized this feeling now. Homesickness. Longing. Relief at hearing something she recognized after so long.

And how her stomach curdled at the realization.

“And if I were to guess where you learned the first tongue…”

“You would guess damn right,” Halditar knew she sounded snappish this time, and did not regret it. Anything to keep from talking more than needed about that place. She ran her tongue over her teeth, feeling the build up of alcohol on them and the taste of tannins flooded her tongue. “Admiral, let’s make a deal,” Halditar leaned in, grabbing the glass of wine she had been poured and using it to wet her parched throat. “While we speak like this, we only say what we truly feel.”

“Aye, I can concede to that.”

“I’m scared, Merlwyb.” Neither of their faces gave away the nature of their words, but voices did. A shake added to the timber of Halditar’s tone, unnotable unless you could speak like the rain. “Everything, it doesn’t feel like too much yet but it’s getting there. Things are happening that I think I understand, but then more happens and I start to realize I don’t. For a while when that happened, I’ve managed to roll with the punches but this time…”

No matter how sweet the drink, it did nothing to cover the ashy taste in Halditar’s mouth as the memories of death and whisperings she’d been hearing ‘round every corner, the inconsistencies she noted moment to moment clung tight to her brain. An answer, an explanation so close but just out of reach. “I feel like I’m being used, by friend and foe alike. They hear me talk but they don’t listen, I do as asked because it’s right but the more these circumstances build, I feel like the blade being aimed, and I don’t know where. My head just won’t stop spinning with all of these thoughts, I just can’t stop them.”

Halditar had to release her glass, for with each word her grip on it tightened and before long she felt it begin to yield. Any longer and glass would have embedded into her fingers. Her blood was hot, some warrior adrenaline pumping in her veins by the means of fear and fury. A blade being aimed… Her own words made her sick to her stomach. At some point her grip went white knuckled, still tight on the table before a larger hand placed itself atop it. A touch smaller with just a slight chill, Merlwyb’s eyes were steady and steely, an anchor for Halditar to latch to.

“I can only know as much as you tell me about the situation, and whatever ends up on my desk by reports and news. With that in mind, Halditar. I’ve seen far too many die foolish deaths because they didn’t trust their instincts and their senses. You’re especially lucky with a sense none of us have in that blessing of yours,” Merlwyb spoke carefully. It was a tone Halditar hadn't heard from her before. There was a fullness to her voice, her normal timber when addressing guests and those of the Maelstrom didn’t have. “So trust in yours. Tread carefully, it may not only save your life but those you wish to protect. And open yourself up more, to your Scion associates. That’s one of the ways you can push them to start listening to you.”

“I don’t know how I can do that when I barely even know them.” She snorted.

“That means they probably barely know you, too. I doubt you’d listen to a warning based on a ‘feeling’ from a stranger, would you?” That felt like a smack in the mouth. On instinct she ‘tsked’ in frustration. She told them all they needed to know, and presented herself plainly enough. She knew who she was and made it known. Any more than that was the past of someone that existed no more. No need to speak of who was dead.

“Of course, you're free to ignore a friend's advice.” Merlwyb could tell her suggestion wasn’t met with resounding reception, speaking as much.

“I’m not ignoring it. It’s just complicated, as I’m sure you can guess.”

“Plenty.” She said it like it was an excuse she heard before. Halditar could guess it was, knowing the immature nature of some privates, having a few herself in her own squadron.

They spoke more, some in aerzoeng, some in Eorzean common. The words at least kept Halditar anchored in the present rather than sinking into thoughts she needed to drink herself silly or dig her sharp armor into her fingers to manage. Her gaze was captured in the dark liquid that filled her glass, nearly black as she could only make out the vague shape of herself in its reflection, distorted and rippling, with no sign of peace for it this night until the liquid was drained to the final drop.

[missnobodymadness]

3,5,13,17 , 28 for any oc if your choice<3

Thank you sooo much for sending some once again, you're my saviour at this point. xD Going with my favourite two girls, Myline and Evelyn, as always. :P 3 - If your OC were an instrument, what would they be?

I feel like Evelyn would probably be some sort of electric guitar, they give me an energetic vibe, just like my girl. LOL Myline would probably be a drum, life keeps hiting her in the head and she just goes along with it because that's all she can do. :'D

5 - If this OC has a love interest, what musical theatre duet suits them? I feel like You Matter To Me (Waitress, the musical) would fit how Evelyn feels about Reiner. Especially this part:

"I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes They've seen things you never quite say, but I hear Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you And I'll stay there as long as you'll let me

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me I promise you do, you, you matter too I promise you do, you'll see You matter to me"

As for Myline and Itachi, probably In Whatever Time We Have (Children Of Eden). Once again I am just going by lyrics.

13 - If they existed in the real world (or if they do) what would their favorite Shakespeare play be?

I will be very honest and confess that I don't know much about Shakespear works so my answer to this question may not be 100% accurate. I feel like Evelyn would be a fan of Hamlet because I feel like she could relate a bit, considering that she also feels a huge urge to get revenge for her parents death.

Myline would probably like Júlio César.

17 - How healthy are their familial relationships?

Evelyn used to have a very healthy relationship with her parents, they were pretty tolerant with her and despite the secrets they kept from her, they truly cared about their daughter and would do anything for her, the love was mutual, which led to her breakdown and depression after their death.

Myline was far too young when she lost her parents, but they were okay, not the sweetest, they were very rigid and would probably not tolerate any kind of failure from her but they weren't exactly bad. As any other kid, she loved her parents, she wasn't born a cold person.

28 - Are they generally likeable? How do other characters typically react to them when first meeting them?

Evelyn is that type of person that can look intimidating at first glance but once you get to know them you start to realize that she could be a likeable person. She has a very strong personality and may be too forthright for some people. Myline...well, Myline is not likeable, for sure. She is an introvert that doesn't like interacting too much, she tends to be gruff and is not easy to approach, however, once you get through her thousand ice layers, you will find someone who is devoted to the ones she cares about and probably the most loyal friend you'll ever have.

[sitpwgs]

Hi!!!! I'm so sorry I didn't reply again until now. I wanted to reply the other day but basically my ask got deleted halfway thru replying and I didn't have time again until now. I'm so glad you had a great time at the movie. It seems like you had a lot of fun and i'm glad you were able to see it again. I expected there not to be a lot of people at the last show since it was so late and it was an added show on Thursday. It did make me wanna see it again just to experience it with other people but I don't know if I will. I hope it comes to streaming so I can watch it over and over. I loved noticing new things seeing it up close. What did your friend think of the whole show? Sometimes I forget how incredible it is how Taylor created and came up with it mostly by herself..a true mastermind! I'm grateful that I was able to go to the show at least once compared to the people that didn't. It did make me nostalgic for my show but I also loved the surprise songs cuz it was like how the fans that have been there from the beginning since Our Song to now with You're On Your own Kid just made it special. Aww she really put it on and said it was her favorite!!! I knew about the cut songs beforehand but my sister didn't and it took her some time to realize any were cut. I understand some of them cuz it didn't have choreography and I guess the movie maybe felt a little long but also everything went by fast too. But that was the one that hurt the most cuz its one of my favorites. It's also the only single from the album so I couldn't believe she cut it. I love them all but my favorites are probably Speak Now and Folklore too, along with rep.

I never listened to Renee's EP cuz I was waiting until her album but I do plan to hear them together probably next week. The few songs I've heard so far I've liked though. I have to give Holly's album a few more listens as well before I know my favorites but which ones did you like the best? I also enjoyed Boygenius as well. Ya I am curious about the movie version but I'm not excited about it or anything. I don't think it would change much from the stage version, but I'm happy it's at least people kinda from Broadway. I never saw anything from Sabrina if she ever was on Broadway, cuz I can't remember..but I agree..she could've been a great Cady. I remember the stunt cast for Cameron Dallas and apparently he was so bad lol. I'm sorry you didn't get to see it on Broadway but I might see it on tour in a few months to compare it to the movie. I also heard a Waitress proshot is coming soon so I'm probably more interested in seeing that, cuz I couldn't on tour.

So one of the reasons I didn't reply to you was cuz we went to see Les Mis last night!!! We were trying to go on Wednesday but it didn't work out so I didn't wanna tell you I was seeing it if I wasn't sure I could go. But it was so amazing and probably top 5 shows I've seen. I would want to go again to have better seats and cuz there was a lot going on, on stage, that I missed. It was really funny though cuz I hadn't thought of the musical in a while but of course I still knew all of the words haha. It felt really fast paced and I wish I could've paid more attention or soaked it in more..that was kinda my first time seeing a sung through show, so it was a good thing I knew it so well lol. My favorite parts were I Dreamed a Dream, The Confrontation, Stars, and One Day More, but I really loved the flow of Act One. The barricade scenes were good too, but the set was pretty dark which made it kinda hard to see. Of course I thought of you every time they said Cosette! And I noticed it was a lot haha. Anyway I also remembered I saw Moulin Rouge on tour almost the exact same day last year which is a crazy coincidence! I only know that cuz it was around when Midnights came out..which is today and I wanna know how you feel about it when it first came out compared to now. I think it's grown on me a lot and I do love it way more now. I can't believe 1989 is only a week away! I'm so excited to hear new Taylor songs to react to..it's so fun and will be fun to see if we have the same favorites.

Wow cool..that's awesome that you met up at your show! You're so sweet to say that and I realized we have been talking back and forth for a while now. I definitely think of you as my friend! Sometimes I worry that I have nothing interesting to say but then I also worry I talk so much lol. But that's why I say you shouldn't worry about replying..but I didn't want you to feel like I forgot about you either. I really do enjoy our conversations and how we just talk about our interests since I don't really have anyone else to talk about this stuff with. It feel weird that you don't know what I look like or that I'm just online, and sometimes I feel weird about it. Books are something I'm glad we can bond over, since my sister doesn't have as much time for reading, and I'm excited to start the book soon. If we are reading the Night Circus too, it's okay cuz I can read two books at the same time but just let me know. I read the summary of those on Goodreads and it reminded me of Only Murders in the Building, even if I haven't even watched the show yet but it's on my list. If you've seen it, let me know how it is. I am not a big thriller or mystery reader but it did seem interesting so I'm glad you enjoyed them! I'm sorry if I forgot anything, but I might not be able to reply until Monday if you reply to this though..just to let you know. I hope you have a nice weekend!

hi friend!! hope you're having a good weekend 🤍 i saw something on twitter about it maybe going to prime, but i take most things i see on twitter with a grain of salt 😭 my friend really liked it — and is super excited to see her next year 🥺 i understand why a lot of them were cut (choreo, etc) but i was really bummed because i love long live and the archer and cardigan and - well, all of them. i was talking to some friends on thursday about how if we could change anything in the eras setlist in a way that wouldn't alter production too much (i.e. costume changes, choreography, speeches, giving her time to rest a bit, etc) what would we change and so i want to ask you the same question! what would you change if you could? i think i said i'd switch out i knew you were trouble with holy ground or red! i would personally also maybe switch all too well 10 for the 5 minute version, and then add our song or i'm only me when i'm with you (or both) instead, just so i could get my little debut songs in. but i do think it's pretty perfect and even the songs that i don't gravitate towards listening to regularly are SO much fun live. the rep set is SO good; we've talked about how it's not my favorite album of hers but honestly one of my favorite eras performances i think.

i think elvis impersonators, cocoon, and ghost me are in my top 3, but i'm not entirely sure yet! i can't wait to hear more of your thoughts on holly's album!! sabrina was only cady for like, two days so not a whole lot exists out there! but i really liked her take on cady. i feel like more often than not i am disappointed with stunt casting (i understand why they do it though) — speaking of stunt casts, i'm curious to see how jordan fisher does as orpheus in hadestown! i'm seeing the tour in a few weeks and i'm super excited to finally see someone who isn't reeve carney haha! and yes — waitress proshot! it was announced yesterday or the day before, i think! my friend texted me about it but i'm not sure if i'll have time to go see it in cinemas. hopefully it gets put on streaming sometime soon too!! i just remembered broadwayhd exists — there's so much on there that i haven't seen (that being said, if you've never seen daddy long legs the musical, i do recommend it because megan mcginnis' voice is beautiful and i just love her — although the actual musical content/plot is a bit questionable — and of course, she loves me and allegiance are also ones i'd recommend)! i didn't know they did a proshot of snapshots — john cardoza was in it and i really like him (i saw him in the notebook + really like what i've heard of him in moulin rouge + like what i heard of him in the snapshots cast recording) so i might give that a watch sometime! and i forgot they filmed the production of first date that sam barks was in! i was also just thinking of submissions only, which was a web series back in like 2012 and is pretty scrubbed from the internet now, unfortunately but i loved it. did you ever watch smash? now i'm feeling incredibly nostalgic!

oh my gosh did you have fun at les mis!!! i really liked the marius on tour (gregory lee rodriguez) — his marius is so earnest and so charming; i saw him in a show here in seattle a few years ago and i remember thinking he was a very likable actor so i was really excited to see him in les mis when i saw the tour in june! the barricade scenes are some of my favorites, but yes — lighting can be tricky! i've been meaning to rewatch the movie at some point as well, but it's so long and such a commitment. i was also ... doing a VERY good job of working at my les mis reread/annotations but then ... did not do that. so we'll see if i pick it back up or if i decide to push it off to next year haha. and no way! that's such a cool coincidence!

i really like midnights; i think it's a solid album — but i do find myself reaching for the 3am tracks over some of the songs on midnights proper a lot! it's interesting because my friends and i did a little ~ prediction ~ of our favorites based on names and i could not have been more wrong. i said lavender haze, anti hero, you’re on your own kid, question…? and sweet nothing were ones that stood out to me, and i do like them, don't get me wrong, but the only one i listen to A LOT is you're on your own kid. i think my top listened to midnights tracks/favorite midnights tracks are (in no particular order): yoyok, mastermind, the great war and dear reader. what about you?

you don't need to worry about not having anything interesting to say! i love chatting with you — you can literally come talk to me about anything you want! and you don't need to apologize for taking your time to reply either! and i'm happy to do whatever works for you reading schedule wise / buddy reading wise! i haven't watched OMITB but i've heard really good things and there's apparently a lot of broadway people cameos in the third season? which is fun!

hope you're having a good weekend 🤍 🤍 !!

[bailesona]

DATE STARTER CALL!!          okay so, yes, i already have another starter call up, but i’m just thinking so much about the diner squad and like. also my own return to the dating app scene, and how it’s essentially a few photos and a small paragraph that define the first move in a relationship, so i’m gonna apply that same logic here with the muses below the readmore! all you have to do is comment with the name(s) of the muse(s) that your muse would be drawn to, or would swipe right on a dating app for, and i’ll tag you in a starter for a first date with them! we don’t need to have any prior plotting or discussions! just comment a name and let’s see what happens!

NATE  JONES.  ( FC: ja.ke jo.hnson ) (38 Y/O):          jack of all trades, master of seven. bisexual, biromantic, bilingual (english and polish). do i like long walks along the beach? absolutely not, but for the right person i will manage the sandy socks with minimal complaints. currently working as a barista in my dads’ diner, unexpected proud uncle to seven teenagers (never expected to be proud of them) and i look good in a turtle neck.

RENÉE  LAMBERT.  ( FC: ta.ti gabrielle ) (27 Y/O):          singer/songwriter/waitress, new to manhattan, i don’t care what time it is, i will text you new songs i think you’ll like at any hour of the day. i make an insane pavlova, i can make almost any cocktail you like, and after a long history of exes, i have a collection of hoodies that will fit absolutely anyone. aries, pansexual, panromantic, i will fight anyone who asks me if i’m attracted to saucepans.

LEO COHEN.  ( FC: ta.ika wai.titi ) (46 Y/O):          phase one of my worldly travels has been completed, and now i need someone willing to join me on phase two, in which i kiss the same person in fifty countries around the world! pansexual, panromantic, and i do have a favorite saucepan, thank you for asking. i once spent six months in ireland with five euros and a toothbrush, and left ireland with a job, a found family, and an unexpected phobia of sitting in the passenger seat of a car while driving through the countryside!

SAMMY COHEN.  ( FC: jason man.tzoukas ) (48 Y/O):          i’m a butcher at a diner in manhattan, i can cook a steak that’s out of this world, and i know all the fancy places to eat in the city, but much more importantly, i know all the GOOD places to eat in the city. pansexual, demiromantic, and i also know how to fold a fitted bedsheet. so. you know. what more can anyone want?

RAMSAY GORDON.  ( FC: os.car isaac ) (42 Y/O):          i’m a chef who earned two different restaurants three michelin stars each, and yet my favorite food is always gonna be a grilled cheese and tomato soup. i can speak fluent english, spanish, a little conversational mandarin, and all the french curse words, and i can dance! which, according to my colleagues is very important on these bios. i’m pansexual, panromantic, and i insist on making breakfast for anyone who finds themselves with me at that time of the day!

HENRI PATEL.  ( FC: ra.hul ko.hli ) (38 Y/O):          chef formerly based in paris, london before that, and now a diner in new york. homosexual, homoromantic. i no longer work unsociable hours, and my colleagues have an ever-growing list of date ideas in our group chat, which i would enjoy putting into action with any interested parties. 

ETIENNE MONET.  ( FC: om.ar sy ) (44 Y/O):          hello! i am a sous-chef in manhattan. i work with one of the finest chefs to leave paris, monsieur henri patel. if he is on this app, in person, he is far more agreeable. he simply detests texts. i am pansexual, panromantic, and i am skilled in cooking french, italian and american cuisine. i enjoy going for walks, listening to live music, and spending time with my loved ones! my dear friend renée tells me that quality time is my love language, if this is valuable for you to know. i hope to see you soon!

ALISON FELLER.  ( FC: mar.got ro.bbie ) (33 Y/O):          single mum to a five year old, recently emigrated from australia and returning to the dating scene. i love going to the movie theatre, or dancing... honestly, i’m up for almost anything in terms of dates. and i’ve recently discovered that i’m bi! turns out that not everyone is attracted to men and women? anyhow, i’m not totally sure what else to put here. bye? talk soon?

[romanoffsbish]

She Used to be Mine

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Top!Natasha x Bottom!Reader

Natasha G!P — Potentially the only one I’ll ever write tbh, as it’s not exactly my thing, but someone had asked me to write one and it fit the idea for this fic.

Dick riding, unprotected sex, breeding, nipple play

Song Fic—From the Waitress musical, written and performed by Sara Bareiles

Angst… Fluff sprinkled in the form of memories.

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So Sorry (Part 2)

Another day of opening up the coffee shop, where you plaster a smile upon your face, make small talk with strangers, and do your best to avoid the regulars. The same place that used to be a pinnacle of happiness for you, now did no more than to drain you of your remaining spark.

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Your dull eyes would've given you away instantly, so you chose to focus on staying behind the scenes, but sometimes you couldn't get that lucky.

"Y/N, sweetheart, it's been far too long." Margaret beams, as she wraps her frail arms around your shoulders, and almost immediately drops her hands to your tiny bump.

"Who's the lucky second party? Did the redhead finally agree to settling down?" She asks, and you know she means well, but you still cringe at the obvious disregard to your bodily autonomy, and also the sheer reminding that you're alone and with child.

She really left—Natasha Romanoff—the woman who promised you her forever actually left.

She'd loved you so well, and then just left with the cowards phrase: "I'm no good for you, you'll be safer this way."

As if she has any right to make that decision for you, you'd felt used, and worthless when she walked out of that door, after "making love" to you as if her life had depended on it.

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It's not simple to say, most days I don't recognize me... These shoes and this apron, that place and its patrons, have taken more than I gave 'em... It's not easy to know... I'm not anything like I used to be, although it's true; I was never attention sweet center, I still remember that girl.

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The relationship was nothing short of magical, she had swept you off your feet, and for the better part of two years she'd coveted you. Super cliché meet cute, where she enters your place of work, and everything just seemed to click. Extravagant dates, passionate nights, and words of assurance whispered in the dark, and in the end it added up to nothing.

It's been two months since she left, and you just keep reliving your final moments together.

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You'd woken up once you felt a body hovering above yours, eyes opening slowly to meet a gorgeous set of green. The moonlight shone off of them just right, and your heart clenched at the subtle sadness pooling behind them.

Natasha's face was unreadable, between her beautiful, yet sad eyes, and her sweet smile, it was hard to place what was on her mind. She leaned down, distracting you from her state as she captured your lips with hers, and subtly ground her hips into yours, clouding your mind within an instant.

A wanton moan erupted from your throat as her hardened member brushed against your thinly clothed core.

"I love you..." She whispered against your lips, then she leans back on her calves, moving to slip her top and sport bra off in one movement.

Your hands began to roam her body, pulling at the hem of her boxers, before gently dipping in to wrap your hand around her cock. Her body shudders above you, as her mouth falls open at the delicious pressure you're currently applying to her shaft.

Normally she'd remove your hand, maybe even punish you for not asking first, but the carnality of it all seems to not be in the air tonight. Something unspoken hangs in the air instead, as she moves her hips to help move the hand job along.

"Wait... Detka... I-I want to feel you wrapped around me..." She whimpers, and you slowly retract your hand from her shaft.

She slips her boxers off, then crashes her lips to yours in a hungry kiss, driving you absolutely up the wall at the clear desperation you can feel behind her movements. With quick hands, she manages to remove your clothing, with hardly any separation of your lips.

Her tip nudges at your entrance, as her tongue expectantly slips past your lips as you moan at the slightest of intrusions. As her tongue slides over yours, her hand slides between your bodies, and her thumb grazes over your throbbing clit, and you gasp into her mouth. She slowly presses more of her length into you, and your eyes brim with tears at the way she stretches you out so deliciously.

Trailing her lips upwards, she lightly kisses at your cheeks, then glides her tongue over your tear streaks before she's dropping her lips to your collarbones, while thrusting the rest of her cock into you. Groans fall passed both of your lips as the pleasure overtakes her body from your warm walls suffocating her, and yours at the sudden fullness you're feeling.

This is the first time Natasha's ever been inside of you naturally, having—up until this point, always used protection. Every ridge is more prominent, and your heads reeling at the newfound feeling.

Natasha slowly pulls out, dragging her veiny cock across your walls, before instantly slamming back in with force. Your eyes roll back inside your head, as your back arches, and your hands scratch intense red marks into her back at the pleasure that is overriding your senses.

The pace starts slow, as Natasha kisses across your collarbones, and thrusts in and out of you at a barely even registered speed. Your pitiful whines do nothing more than to spur her teasing pace on, as she smirks against your skin once she feels that you're taking matters into your own hands.

You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her closer, and pushing her in that much deeper. Your feet dig into her back, as your hips move downwards against her cock. She chuckles lightly, then grapples at your hips with bruising force to hold you still.

"I got you dorogoy, just relax..."

Her hips then pick up the pace, as she's now slamming into your drenched cunt with ease, and your heads thrown back in pleasure with your mouth agape, and eyes tightly shut.

"You're so tight, detka..." She grunts against your collarbones

Her breathing and movements become increasingly erratic, as you feel her cock slightly twitching inside of you. Your body trembles with immense pleasure as you're equally as close, and your muddled thoughts of her pulling out are drowned out as you passionately meet her thrusts.

"Fuck, detka I'm about to..." She moans, cutting herself off as her orgasm comes flooding out of her.

As her cum paints your walls, you moan against her lips that are now on yours, as your orgasm washes over you. She continues to thrust into you as her cock hardens once more and her lips move against yours with purpose.

"I love you..." She moans against your lips, as your walls clench around her cock.

Against your protests—she pulls out, but then she flips you over, lifts your ass into the air and then slams back into you.

"God, you're so beautiful detka..." She whispers against your shoulder blades, then proceeds to suck marks into your skin, while she continues to take you from behind.

Her hot breaths fall against the nape of your neck, and your body continues to tremble beneath hers. Hands trail around your body, as one gropes at your breasts, pinching at your nipples, and the other moves down to rub at your clit.

"Cum for mommy, paint my cock with your arousal baby..."

A whorish moan rips from your throat, and your vision becomes spotty as she bites into your shoulder, and floods your pussy with her ejaculate once more, throwing you over the edge of total bliss.

She collapses against your body, leaving herself inside of your warm, velvety walls, and the room echos with the sound of your collective raggedy breaths. Once you'd started to become restless, you'd began to squirm slightly, and could feel as her penis became rock hard again.

"Detka... I want you to ride mommy..." She groans into your ear, and a whimper of need tumbled passed your lips.

She slowly pulled out of you, then gently rolled you over, gawking at the excess cum dripping from your core. Her fingers trail up your thighs, then grazes over your clit, before taking two of her fingers and scooping up the product of your combined arousals.

Your eyes locked on her glistening fingers, and widened at the sheer amount present upon her fingers. She smirked down at you before guiding her fingers to your lips, and upon tapping your bottom lip, you'd stuck your tongue out to get a taste. Your eyes closed tightly, releasing a languid moan, then gagged as Natasha had pushed her fingers passed your lips.

With your eyes locked, you ran your tongue over her fingers, then lightly suckled on them until all remnants of cum had now coated your throat. You released her fingers, and watched as a trail of spit followed them upon leaving your mouth. She leaned down to connect her lips to yours, instantly deepening it and groaning at the taste of your combined arousals as her tongue glided over yours.

Your dopey smile warmed her heart, as she pulled back, so she'd leaned down to repeatedly lay sweet kisses all over your face, and whispering an overload of  'I love you's.' Then she'd pulled you up onto your feet, before lying down on the bed, and beckoning you to follow.

With shaky legs, you'd still managed to climb into the bed, and straddle her thighs. She'd smiled up at you before gripping her cock, and slapping your sensitive core with it.

"Climb on detka, I want to watch you come undone while you ride me..."

Your whimpers were rather loud as she edged her tip passed your overly sensitive folds and into your entrance. Hands on your hips gently pulled you down until your bottomed out, and then the guided up to cup your breasts.

“Go on detka…” She encouraged, and your hips were moving with purpose.

Natasha watched in awe, as your breasts bounced, and soon groaned when you’d started to grind down at a different angle. Your hips now rolled with deliberate intentions, as you’d bounced tirelessly to pull the both of you towards climax.

Your exhaustion was becoming obvious to your lover, as she watched your moves slowing, and your skin glistening in sweat she found herself fascinated. Marks littered your skin, in chaotic bursts, and she appreciated them with the tracing of her thumbs.

A whine fell from your lips as Natasha gripped your hips to stall your movements, then she planted her feet on the bed and aggressively thrusted her hips up. The tip of her dick swiped at the spongey walls, and your body fell forward, as Natasha’s name came out of your mouth in a loud moan.

“Shit… Shit…”

Natasha loudly groaned as your arousal coated her dick for the third time, and slowly trickled out of you and smeared across her thighs as you’d continued sloppily bouncing to help her cum, and to prolong your high.

She’s stopped your movements though, then flipped the both of you over, and swiftly pulled out. You watched as she gripped at her shaft, then began to rub at it aggressively; sloshing sounds filled the room as her hand slid up and down and her breathing was ragged. Natasha stared down at your lip caught between your teeth, and the coil inside her burst, as she busted all over your abdomen.

Her body slumped forward, held up by her arms on either side of your head, as she worked to catch her breath.

“You did so good for me… I-I just love you so much…” She whispered, and the sadness from before is far more prominent in her gaze, as unshed tears fill her eyes.

Natasha kissed your lips tenderly, then she slipped out of the bed, and went to the restroom to collect a wet rag, then to the mini fridge in your room to get a water bottle. She’d returned to see your eyes slipped shut, and she simply admired your beauty.

“Detka, I need you to wake up, I need to clean you up and you need to drink some water.” She rasped out, and your eyes gently fluttered open.

She smiled at you, as you dreamily stared up at her, then she took the warm rag to clean up your puffy, entirely too sensitive core. She trailed her fingers over your sides in an attempt to distract you, while she cleaned you up. Another warm rag was used to clean up your abdomen, then a final one was used to wipe away at the sweat on your face and collarbones.

She then tilted the bottle to your lips, and held it there until she’d felt you’d had enough, then she slid a pair of panties, and a tshirt on your body before climbing back into bed. You crawled up, and nuzzled into her side.

“I love you too Nat, wholeheartedly so.” You mumble against her shoulder, as you fall asleep against her chest.

Natasha watches you sleep, listening to the sounds of your breathing, and finding comfort in the rise and fall of your chest.

“I love you so much..” She cries out in a broken whisper, as silent sobs wrack her body, and she cries until her body passes out.

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You'd woken up to empty sheets once again, saddened at the thought that your lover might've been pulled away for a mission. You stumbled down the stares on shaky legs, shockingly finding Natasha on the couch with her head in her hands, and what appears to be the entirety of her belongings in two suitcases and a duffle besides her feet.

Your heart sunk at the sight, knowing exactly what was coming; she'd always warned you to be wary of giving her your heart. She'd almost promised you she'd break it, you'd just been careless enough not to believe her.

"I'm sorry Y/N/N, but it's over... You'll be safer this way."

"No." You whimper, an air of anger present in your tone.

"I'm not good enough for you. Take care of yourself, I'm sorry I can't stay... I'll always love you."

She'd given you no chance to speak, as she settled her key onto the counter, walking out of the door, and subsequently right out of your life.

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Making love to you was her way of saying goodbye, and you hate her for it, because it's led you to where you are now. You're simply a shell of who you once were, nothing more than an incubator for the products of the lost love you'd once held so close to your heart.

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It was another one of those Fall days at the cafe, the ones that drove you crazy, as the hipsters flooded the shop in search of an 'authentic' pumpkin spice latte, the kind that Starbucks couldn't give them.

You rolled your eyes as you pumped the 'authentic' pumpkin syrup into the mixing container, before turning with a smile as you called for Sarah, Maria, and Linda to come collect their cinnamon covered mugs. Then you watched on amusedly as they angled their cups just 'right' to capture the sun rays peeking through the windows, and the shops logo. You chuckled lightly to yourself, before taking the lull in customers as an opportunity to clean up before the closing shift comes to switch out with you.

You were mindlessly dancing along to the music coming through the speakers, as you wiped the machines down.

"Nice moves." A woman says through a smirk, and you yelp at the unexpected interruption. The normal chime of the door hadn't rang through your ears, so you'd mistakenly thought you were alone.

"Um. Sorry about that..." You chuckle, before tossing the rag to the side before turning around to face her.

You were instantly frozen in your spot, as you stared at the gorgeous redhead before you, the same one you'd seen on the news countless times for her efforts to save the world. Her obvious chuckle shook you from your state of shock, so you approached the register with your gaze down.

"What can I get started for you?"

"How about a large black coffee, that orange scone, and I wouldn't be opposed to your number."

The marker on the cup glided across in a squiggle as you choked at her forward statement.

"Coming right up." You squeak out, then turn to collect her order.

Feeling bold, you'd written your name and number upon the snack bag, and then turned to give her the coffee and scone.

"Order for Natasha." You call out, and she gently takes it from your hand, slightly running her fingers across yours in the process.

"I never gave you my name." She quips, with a devious smirk, and wink, once again your gaze falls to the floor.

"Well, I'd love to stay and continue this exhilarating conversation, but I really do have to go. I'll be in touch Y/N." She muses, as she lightly squeezes your hand, then shockingly leans across the counter to kiss your cheek.

You'd been eternally grateful that the shop was empty, your dancing had continued, far more vibrantly as you found yourself floating on cloud nine after the interaction.

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Natasha had stolen your heart from the very start, and now she'd gone and broken it. Now she's off on some year long mission, leaving you unable to even speak to her, or tell her about the pregnancy.

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She's imperfect but she tries; She is good but she lies;

She is hard on herself;

She is broken and won't ask for help;

She is messy but she's kind;

She is lonely most of the time;

She is all of this mixed up, and baked in a beautiful pie...

She is gone but she used to be mine.

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You were stood there halfheartedly drying dishes, as you try to remember who you were before all of this, clinging to the memories of what once was...

"Hey Y/N, how have you been? I'm doing well, Sam finally proposed, after like five years..." You vaguely hear Mark say, as he throws his apron on before heading to the front to start his shift.

You mutter a quick congratulations, before slipping your apron off and grabbing your belongings to leave with a simple wave.

On your walk home from the coffee shop, you'd been daydreaming of what you'd say to Natasha once you saw her again.

"Hey, I know you left me, but I'm harboring your kids..."

"Hey asshole, your the cause of this pregnancy pouch, pay up..."

"I still love you... Please, I'm sure we could make all of this work..."

As you turn onto your street, oblivious to your surroundings, you hardly have a chance to react as you're being thrown into a van.

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It's not what I asked for

Sometimes life just slips in through a back door, and carves out a person, and makes you believe it's all true...

And now I've got you, and you're not what I asked for...

If I'm honest I know I would give it all back

For a chance to start over, and rewrite an ending or two...

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As you came to, you ignored the dull pounding residing in your head, trying your damndest to get out of the restraints holding you to the damn chair.

"It's of no use Miss Y/L/N, even if you got out of your restraints, you're no match for my men." An older Russian man mutters, you listen to the clanking of ice in his glass of whiskey, as he makes his way to stand before you.

"What the fuck do you want with me?" You growl out, panic present in your features, and the man laughs at your outburst.

"You've got spunk, now I see why Natalia likes you so much."

Great... It all comes back to her...

"She likes me? Could've fooled me, since she left me with hardly a word." You bitterly chuckle out, and he looks at you with eyes full of faux sympathy.

"Trust, my girls are trained to rid their world of weaknesses, at the first sign of threat she did what she thought was the best, and left you. That makes you and your babies that much more important to me, and my operations."

Your blood boils at the mention of your children, as if they're just some pawns in his sick game of chess. You can't allow him to lay a hand on them, so you do the next best thing.

"Bad idea... If Natasha finds out about them, and that you've got them, you won't make it out of this alive. If your goal is to hurt her, then let me help you, take just me."

"Nice try, but I don't negotiate with the captives."

"Listen, if you want her to suffer, then you'll take only me. Allow me the next six months to have them, then after she returns from her year long mission, I'll leave them on her doorstep. The mere thought of knowing she could've had a family, had she not left, will be enough to break her. Then knowing that her plans to keep me safe also went out the door. Trust me, if you aim to crush her, then you'll do exactly as I said."

"Why should I trust you? You clearly love her, what's your motive here?"

"Well, Natalia broke me, left me behind to clean up the mess she made of my heart, and never once took my feelings into consideration. Then, there's the fact that without her I'm nothing, so if protecting these babies is the last thing I do, then so be it." You dejectedly mutter, watching as he walks away and directly out of the room with no response.

Within the blink of an eye, you’re having a bag thrown over your head once more, and are once again being transported elsewhere before being rendered unconscious once more. You wake up in your room, with a tech bracelet of sorts attached to my ankle, and a post it attached to your forehead.

"Welcome to the Red Room Initiative Agent Y/L/N, we'll be in touch..."

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...For the girl that I knew

Who’d be reckless just enough

Who gets hurt but who learns how to toughen up when she's bruised, and gets used by a man who can't love; and then she'll get stuck and be scared, of the life that's inside her.

Growing stronger each day, 'Til it finally reminds her, to fight just a little, to bring back the fire in her eyes...

That's been gone but it used to be mine, used to be mine...

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As you lie in the hospital bed, clinging to your best friends hand, you're a sobbing mess, completely overwhelmed by the rush of hormones.

"I can't, I can't do this."

"Yes you can Y/N/N, you're going to be just fine." They do their best to reassure you, while praying for the bones in their hands.

"I-I, she should be here." You sob, and watch as your friends heart breaks.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" They try to joke, but in the end they just lean their forehead to yours to try and ground you.

"I know, it's not fair Y/N/N, but I promise you I'm here, and going nowhere. These babies will be okay, and live happy lives, with or without the witch that knocked you up."

You chuckle at the comment, clinging to the second of humor before the pain rips through your body once more. You push, and push, until your ears are blessed with the sounds of a baby wailing. You slump back, taking a deep breath, before you're doing it all once more.

“What are their names?” Your best friend asks, as she rocks your son, and you fill out the birth certificates with your daughter lying across your chest after her first feeding.

“Nikolai, and Eliana.” You replied with a reminiscent smile, as you finalized the paperwork with Natasha’s name.

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Natasha returned to the bed with the takeout in hand, and you beamed up at her.

“Chicken fettuccine for my beloved.” She coos, and then hands you a coke to go with it.

“Lasagna for myself…” She beams, then digs in, and you chuckle at the mess she’s made.

“What?” She mumbles over the wad of food in her mouth, and your face contorts into disgust as you reach your napkin up to wipe marinara off of her face.

The silence around the both of you is comfortable, as you enjoy your dinner, while your vinyl player lowly plays in the background.

“Detka, what do you think of the name Nikolai?”

You look up at her confused, then your face softens when you realize where the conversation is headed.

“It’s a cute name, what do you think of Eliana?”

“I love it.” She announces, with the most genuine smile you’d ever seen, and you returned it before leaning forward to capture her lips in a sweet kiss that turned into you squealing as she tugged you into her lap.

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Your friend had helped you home from the hospital, and had even stayed with you for the first week before having to return to her usual work life. You’d been working overtime to pump milk, steadfast on making sure Natasha would have a stash for at least six months.

You’d also maintained a healthy balance between breastfeeding and bottle feeding, so that the transition to not breastfeeding at all isn’t too hard on them. In the end, your only focus until Natasha is home, is preparing your sweetest ones for a life without you.

You’d also been focused on preparing Natasha as well, using your spare key to enter her loft apartment in your free moments to move all of their belongings into her space. You’d moved her office to her living room, and then turned that room into their nursery.

The walls were a light green, and you’d painted the walls with loads of forest animals. You’d hung up pictures on the walls, crying to yourself as you remembered the memories attached to them. Above each crib was a collection of photos of you with that baby, and on the dresser was a framed photo of Natasha and you from you first date. All you want, is for your children to know that they were bred in the name of love. No matter what had happened, you knew the love was real.

Then you’d settled two cribs, one in each corner, and a changing table was against the wall between them. The swings were folded up in the closet to save space, and there was a rocking chair in the center of the room. You’d built a bookshelf, where you stacked up what you deemed to be the most critical books for children’s development. Then in the closet sat two boxes, filled with video diaries, individually addressed to them from you to guide them through life’s troubles.

“Perfect.” You sigh, as you wipe the sweat off your brow, then leave to collect your babies from y/f/n house.

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She is messy but she's kind;

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The babies were rather lively lately, leaving you deprived of any semblance of sanity, it’s almost as if they take after the mother they haven’t met. If it wasn’t a diaper blowout, then it was a cry of hunger, or it was just a simple need for close contact.

You’d been working to engage them with Natasha, so you’d play your sweetest videos of her on a loop, allowing them to grow used to her voice, and hopefully ease their transition.

While the babies slept, you’d called the cafe to let them know that your leave was actually permanent, and then you called your landlord to buy out the lease. You sighed as you felt the impending end of your freedom around the corner, as you basically rid your life of all normalcy. Then, your phone pings, and your eyes widen at the sudden reappearance of your ex’s sister—yeah, no normalcy indicated.

**Hello future sister-in-law, I think it’s about time you forgive my idiot sestra, and prepare to kiss and make up. She’s a mess without you, and it’s really messed up my vibe this whole mission**

**This is a burner phone… Shh.. I wasn’t meant to contact you but she’s driving me insane.**

**I miss you…**

You reply with a head shake, and a simple response.

**I miss you too Yelena**

It’s a bit too late for making up…

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Two weeks before Natasha’s return you’d sold everything you owned, then set the money aside in CD’s for the babies for when they turned 18. After that, you’d turned your keys in, then moved into Nat’s so the babies would be used to her house by the time she’d arrived.

You’d never realized how much you’d lost over the years until you were now sat on your ex’s couch, sipping on a bottle of wine, while the babies were fighting off sleep in their swings.

“Well, at least not too many people are going to miss me…” You dramatically muttered over your glass as the bitter medley of grapes rolled down your throat.

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She is lonely most of the time;

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You’d been dreading today all week long…

Natasha returns today, so your time with Niki and Eli was down to the final hours.

You’ve had a year to forgive her, and you’d be lying to say you didn’t forgive her as soon as you saw the innocent products of your once blooming love’s faces. The need to protect, that drove her to end things, was something you’d related to immensely. As soon as you felt Niki’s hand wrap around your pointer finger, and saw Eli’s little eyes flutter open for the first time, your mama bear instincts were in overdrive.

“Mommy loves you guys so much…” You coo’d as you held the both of them close to your chest, while laying in Nat’s bed.

“Your mama’s going to take such good care of you, I just know it; I’m sure your Auntie Lena will be right there to help her too. I promise you that you’ll be safe with them… I hope you can forgive me for not being here to see you grow up, or to see you fall in love, or help you through your first heartbreak. Everything I’ve done has been for you, please be good for your mama…” You shakily get out, while rubbing their backs until they’re asleep.

You lay them in their playpen in the living room, then sit down on the couch, with your head in your hands while you quietly cried. Once you’d heard feet ascending the stairs, you’d known it was time to go. You placed the folded card on her coffee table, then crept out onto the fire escape.

Natasha was beat, having just returned from what could only be considered the most exhausting battle of her career. She didn’t care though, her only goal was to come home, clean up, and make things right with you.

Keys jangled, as she shoved them into the knob, before turning it to enter her home for the first time in a year. She’d had a bouquet of black roses in her hand, and a heart shaped candy container in her other that she’d just picked up, and then her face dropped.

The place was lived in, the smell was so inherently you, and her body shivered at the thought of you being here right now. Her eyes however landed on the playpen in the living room, and the chocolates hit the ground with a thud, and your son startled awake.

His cries were soft, and she looked around for you, but after you made no move to help him she’d picked his fragile form up, and held him close. Then her instincts kicked in, as she surveyed her surroundings, and then her gaze fell upon the small folded card on her table with the widow symbol.

*Dearest Natalia,

What a careless move—leaving your sweet lover Y/N behind, with no one to watch over her. It’s almost as if you’d wanted this to happen… Dreykov says thank you for his newest soldier, and he hopes motherhood treats you well.

P.S. Yes, Dreykov is still alive, silly girls, thinking you could kill him (;*

Natasha’s heart fell into her stomach, and she felt bile rising up her throat. You watched from the shadows, feeling the gnawing feeling in your heart at the sight of her so broken. You observed her kiss Niki’s head, and with a sad smile, you’d made your silent disappearance.

“No-o…” She whispered to herself, as she fought off the tears, trying her darnedest to not disrupt the infants peace anymore.

She leaned over the playpen to see your daughters peaceful form, observing the distinct rise and fall of her tiny chest.

She’d honestly looked so much like Natasha, that she briefly smiled at the prospect of having an idea of what she might’ve looked like as a baby. Then as she swayed your son around, she became choked up once more. He was the spitting image of you, even down to the smile that he’d just graced her with.

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She is all of this mixed up, and baked in a beautiful pie...

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Natasha clung to the infant in her arms, while the other slept peacefully in the playpen left behind by you. Your smell lingered on the babies heads, she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she imagined it was you her arms were wrapped around.

The ache in her chest is persistent, and she can no longer hold back the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. Her mind flashes to an image of you holding them close, as you sing them a lullaby, knowing you'd more than likely had cuddled them up until the final moment.

"You're an idiot.." She thinks to herself, as she mulls over why she had ever thought leaving you on your own would ever protect you.

You were gone, the woman of her dreams, the owner of her heart, and apparently now the mother of her children. All that was left of your love for one another now resided in the tiny bodies, bundled up in the bassinets before her.

Promises of protection falling on Deaf ears as the only one here who’d protected anything was you. Your freedom now ripped from your grasp for the safety of your babies, and Natasha can’t help but to breakdown at her utter failure.

Tears had hit the pillow the moment she’d laid down for the night, as your scent enveloped her. She clung to the pillow you’d been staying on the last few nights, and she simply cried until her body shutdown.

You were hers, but she gave into her fears, and now her worst one's come to fruition—you're gone, and she all but led you into the hands of her enemies...

“I’m going to save you detka, I promise…”

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She is gone but she used to be mine

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You lay there, partially shackled to your bed, a lone tear rolled down your cheek as you stared up at the polaroid of the twins in your hand, before rotating it to the one of you and Natasha on your first date...

"Take care of our babies Natasha..." You whisper, as your body wracks with quiet sobs, and you eventually fall into a restless slumber...

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Hiiiii ! I don't know you wanna write about Joseph but may I request that drunk, non-famous!reader x Joseph ? Maybe reader feels insecure about herself because she is not famous and when she is drunk, she confesses her feelings to Joseph ? Waow, it is a long request but if you don't wanna write this, it's okay. I just love your stuff ♡♡

ahhhh omg.omg.omg i love this idea.

i can just imagine it in real life rn 🥹

i hope its okay, im not sure if its what you wanted. I kinda rambled. I’m only used to writing for Eddie🥺🫶🏼

Music was blaring out the speakers as you stood at the side of the dancefloor completely overwhelmed, it was sheer luck you were even here in the first place. A PR event of a new indie film, organized by a friend of a friend, which, said friend asked if you wanted to tag along to. She gave you a slight nudge with her elbow and chuckled "Y/n, you're gawping babe" your cheeks flushed pink slightly as you closed your mouth, this wasn't a setting you were familiar with, let alone being in the presence of celebrities too, your friend had previously argued that their just normal people but you just couldn't wrap your head around it. You see these people on the screen, you felt wrong mixing with them.

. . .

Yet another champagne flute graced your grip as your friend raised her eyebrows at you "It's free.." you giggled. You werent sure how many youd already had but you knew everytime someone walked past with a tray you grabbed another, regardless if you were already holding one. Eyes opened wide you gushed to your friend "T-Thats never... Amy that's... Sex Education boy" with a roll of her eyes and a soft smile "..Yes babe, Asa Butterfield. There all coming through now from that room, see? they'll have finished watching the premiere of the new film and they all come in here to eat and get majorly drunk" Oh you just couldnt wait to see drunk celebs. A waitress saunted past you both, another champage flute? Why not.

As the room filled with more celebs you stared to feel on edge, they were all so glamourous and heres you just in a silk black floor legnth open backed fishtail style dress, it also being the first time youd ever had your hair and make up professionally done, curtesy of Amy. More champagne? of course. Fuck these waiters for always being close.

"Amy, Amy, A-Amy..." you shook her shoulder vigorously "Th-That's.. That's fucking Joseph Quinn" whisper shouting into her ear, Amy tilted her head away from your champagne breath while reaching in her bag and passing you a chewing gum "What Joe? The absolute love of your life? He's here? At a PR for a new Indie film? The new indie film he's the main role of? No. Surely he isnt here for that!" a deep roaring laugh fell from her lips "You didnt tell me that" you hissed narrowing your eyes "If id have told you , you wouldnt haave come, youd have stayed at your boring bar job serving arseholes instead of mingling with the stars" she smirked putting her hand on your shoulder, pushing your slightly forward "Now, go have fun. I have things to do" and with that she glided across the room to talk to another girl all dressed up.

The music was loud and there was bodies everywhere, some you recognized and some you didn't. You'd literally been in love with Joseph since you saw him in Dickensian, a period drama where he'd played Arthur Havisham. Everyone was talking to someone, another champagne flute graced your finger tips and another. The lights on the dancefloor were flashing and Amy was nowhere to be seen, you looked around you, spinning in circles, everything was overwhelming and you felt like you couldn't breathe, the air felt like it had been cut of and you could pass out.

Pushing the door open to a rooftop smoking area you stumbled through it, heading over to the far corner you sat on a rattan style sofa. Taking deep breaths you just couldn't shake the feeling, you didn't belong here, you belonged in the sweaty pub serving middle aged men. By now the fresh air had hit you and you felt a bit worse for wear. A lump in your throat, Uh Oh, emotional drunk incoming. Pushing yourself up from the sofa you stumbled backwards "Woah, Woah. You good? I've got you" two arms snaked underneath yours to catch you. "Oh my g-god, I'm s-so sorry" you drunkenly spluttered, hiccupping "Can we get a glass of water please?" who this person was asking, you didn't know but they'd sat you back down gently and sat down on the small table directly opposite you. Hanging your head down you couldn't even look up at the person who had kindly helped you "S-sorry, i.. i shouldn't be here, I'm not- I'm not like famous or anything. I- i work in a pub and, and my friends friend organized this and.. and" you were cut off from your rambling by a hand taking yours and wrapping it around a glass of water "Well in my whole life darlin' I've never seen a girl as beautiful as you in a pub. Its normally sweaty men" a chuckle left the persons lips as you were shocked at the compliment, definitely a waiter trying to pull his luck, probably thought you were famous at first or something. Lifting your head up to offer thanks your eyes met the most big beautiful brown eyes. "J- Jos- Joseph Qu-. You're, y-you.. Oh. Sh-Shit" a breath you weren't aware you were holding escaped your lips and your cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. Please god, let the makeup hide it. "Just call me Joe" he smiles softly, tilting his head to the side, panic over takes you and you stand quickly "I- I need to go. My friend. Sh-She's probably looking-." Josephs hand taking yours suddenly cut you short. "Please don't go? Cant you stay a while? You smoke?" he asks pulling out a pack, offering towards you, you shake your head but signal your hands for him to go ahead. He takes the cigarette between his lips and lights it, taking a draw back and exhaling. God, that was hot.

"So, Y/n, someone as pretty as you works in a pub but doesn't think they belong here?"

"Firstly, how do you know my name.." you take your position back on the sofa, sitting forward slightly, your knee brushing his.

"You think i wouldn't try and catch the name of the most beautiful girl here, Oh darlin'. I've been watching you since i walked into the room."

"Me? I-. I'm nobody. I'm, I'm just me? I'm not famous or anything"

"That's why you're so perfect, you're you. You're not trying to be anybody else." he edged forward, you could feel his breath on your face. Catching his eyes with yours, you blushed all the colors of red and pink, diverting your gaze down and then looking back up at him through your eyelashes.

A familiar song started playing and he stood, reaching out his hand "What d'ya say, y/n? Can i have the pleasure?" he grinned like a Cheshire cat and you placed your hand in his.

You both collapsed onto the rattan style sofa in fits of breathless laughter, maybe an hour, maybe 2? had passed and you danced and spoke the entire time. You felt so comfortable around Joseph, like you'd known him for years. His smile was so infectious you couldn't help but return it. Much to your dismay, while dancing, you'd rambled on about how much you adored him and were in love with him, stupidly telling him there was a poster on your wall of his face, you scrunched your face remembering what you'd said.

"Joe, we've got to go mate" a voice called from the doorway "I'll wait by the car" Joseph signed, placing his hand on your arm, drawing patterns up and down, your hairs stood on end.

"I better go. Don't miss me too much yeah?" he gave a wink standing up and pulling you with him

"I- I just wanna say thankyou Joseph, you really made me feel at ease. I've enjoyed your company"

"No, y/n.. ThankYOU, i felt like i could be myself around you. And remember.." Joseph took your face into his hands, cupping your cheeks "..When you feel like you don't fit in, that because you're extraordinary and this world is full of ordinary people" there was his soft smile again, melting every inch of you, you leaned up on your tip-toe and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. you exchanged goodbyes and he walked away. Your head was fuzzy, what in the fuck just happened? Am i dead? Did i pass out drunk? Was that real?

You leant against the sofa when a voice yelled out from the door making you jump out of your skin "HEY Y/N?! HOW ABOUT YOU LET ME TAKE YOU OUT? MAYBE YOU WONT NEED TO KEEP MY FACE ON YOUR WALL THEN?" with a cheeky smirk you could just see Josphs head peeping round the door.

"Only if you promise to stop watching me from afar"