You just got here in the orphanage and you already made new friends, Ray, Emma and Norman. You were really close with the little kids, your most favorite was Phil, he so adorable! "You're so adorable" you said squishing Phil's face with your hands, Phil chuckles at you, little did you know you were being watched from inside a room.
Ray's pov
I saw her playing with Phil outside from a window in a room, just watching inside from a room close to where i can see anyone, im just observing her
i should tell her about our escape from this orphanage
What was her name again? Wasn't it y/n, I gotta tell her about the orphanage but she keeps getting distracted, she's lately been talking to one of my friends Norman he's been talking about her a lot,
Does he like her or something?
Norman has been acting a little strange since she got here, he seems more happy than usual like he's smiling more, is it because of her, I mean look at her, she's really pretty, (A/n: everyone is except for bullies and you cant say otherwise) maybe he does oh this will be fun ill just mess with him whenever he talks to her ill just flirt with her just to mess with him, i thought with a sneaky smile, but well escape this place with her too
later.....
3rd pov
"Sooooo" Ray said with a small smirk on his pale face he sat on a chair next to Norman, "do you like y/n? are you and her a thing?" he said waiting for his response, he looked left and right like he was searching for something or someone like an excuse to leave and then it looked like he was hesitating, "well no.... but i wish we were'' he responded saying the last part quietly, so Ray couldn't hear it
"Oh really, so she's really free?, Norman you wouldn't mind if i ask her out would you?", Ray said waiting for his response "i wouldn't mind but i don't think she would want like that" Norman said his eyes piercing through Ray's a little and with a frown 'why does he look scary and mad or all of a sudden' Ray thought getting a little nervous so he stood up from the chair and saw a familiar pretty h/c haired girl
"Hey Norman y/n said with a small smile, "hi-i n/n" Norman said smiling back with a unnoticeable blush on his face, Norman isnt normally shy to new people or anyone he just likes y/n, hes normal around Ray and Emma but around y/n hes different Norman and y/n, Ray then noticed she was there, Ray then had a grin on his face and saw a familiar orange haired female "hey n/n can we have a quick chat, me and Ray gotta tell you something" Emma said, as she walked in on their conversation, 'i gotta tell her before someone or any of us get shipped' the ginger haired girl thought
Norman give Ray and Emma a glare 'what are they doing, whats so important that theyre gonna talk about' he furrowed his eyebrows while thinking, 'i think i need to have a talk with them' "actually can we have a chat i promise itll be short" he said 'no one is telling her' he quickly thought, "hurry up" Ray said as they all went to one room together except for y/n sine she was busy coloring pictures 'what are they talking about is it me', she laughed, not knowing that the conversation was about her, 'when am i gonna get adopted' she thought happily, then she heard some yelling
"What do you mean, youve been acting very weird since she -" Ray got by another voice, Norman sighed, then said, "actually can you guys do me a favor please", "what is it?" Ray said with curiosity, "can you not talk to y/n, i mean you and Emma, can you not talk to her" he then said "its fine if you dont want to" 'i had a plan anyway' he thought "we are gonna tell her about this place tonight Ray" Emma said and she looked at him and he nodded at her as Norman left the room and he had a key which he locked the door with
Few days later
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You were running in the woods with Norman and the other kids, you werent playing hide and seek, you were running for your life, Norman told you, he told you everything, the place was already in fire, he said that Emma and Ray were just behind us, you think hes lying but youre not sure, you guys were already on the cliff and were about to go the other side of this place, you didnt feel like you were nervous you would fall off, "y/n are you scared" he said looking into your eyes softly, "uh yeah" you said shaking a little and with a worried face
He then stepped closer to you "we can go together" he said blushing a little red, your face warmed a little too he then hugged you "is it ok if i hug you", your face got warmer "yeah its ok" he hugged you tighter and you did the same feeling safe around him, 'together i like that' you thought happily
A/n: was this yandere or not anyway this sucked bye
Harry Osborn ditches you once again in the middle of a date. This time, you decide enough is enough, and you decide it’s time for the sweet taste of revenge.
Here you are, once again stranded alone outside of the fancy restaurant your fiance Harry Osborn had decided to take you to. He had left once again because he had heard MJ and her boyfriend were having a rough time, and she needed someone to talk to. You wrapped your wool coat around your figure, sighing in content, feeling the soft fabric touch your bare skin. You had worn a nice dress, specifically because he asked you too, and yet he left you once again. You were absolutely over him leaving you for other women. The sound of your heels was loud against the pavement as you stormed down the sidewalk, before flagging down a cab. You needed a breather. You stepped into the cab, and reached into your purse to pull out a crisp hundred dollar bill, courtesy of Harry, and handed it to the driver.
“Osborn Manor please.” Your sweet voice echoed through the cab, trying to be polite to the driver, and not lash out on the poor man.
“Miss, we don’t drive just anyone there-”
“Drive. You wouldn’t like it if my fiance’s father were to hear about this would you? Now be a dear and get moving.” Your voice turned more stern, definitely showing you were serious, and not in the move. The driver just nodded, no longer speaking as he pulled into oncoming traffic. You sighed, glad to finally be sitting down, and no longer standing in those horrendous heels. Your ankles burned. You had decided you were going to head back to the manor, and grab a change of clothes, and stay at a hotel for the night. You were not in the mood to see Harry, and it was the perfect way to calm your anger, and figure out a way to say that you were absolutely done with his antics. You hummed, staring out the window, looking at how gorgeous New York was at night. The way the bright lights of buildings poised the clear sky of its natural beauty. It made you sick.
You finally arrive at the manor, thanking the driver as you gently step out of the cab, trying not to twist an ankle on the curb. You look up at the massive manor, sighing as all you could think of was how urgent your prick of a boyfriend was to run to Mary Jane’s side. You cringed at the thought, digging in your purse to find the key Harry’s father had given you to the manor. Norman had always been kind to you, the moment you met him. Harry had brought you over to meet him for dinner a few years back, and when you met with the CEO, you’d felt different. The feeling indescribable, a mixture of admiration, longing, fright, dare you say love. You always felt different around Norman than you did his son. Not in a bad way of course. You’d always come over after your morning classes while in college, and have tea with him. Those were the moments you looked forward to most. You felt yourself around the older man, you felt loved. He always made you laugh, something his son could rarely do. It was at that moment you thought. Did you love Norman Osborn? You shook the thought, finally finding your keys buried in your purse. The conclusion you had come to did seem accurate with the encounters you had with Norman. He’d always compliment your clothing choices, cook you food when you came over, his shoulders always seemed less tense when you were around, and not to mention the “pet name” he calls you. You insert your key, opening the door before walking in, shutting the door almost immediately. You took off your heels and looked around. It seemed empty. Or that's what you would have thought if the fireplace wasn’t burning, and the sound of padded feet getting louder.
“Y/n? Is that you, dear?” A voice you knew all too well associated that same “pet name” when addressing you.
“Mr. Osborn? Yes, it's me. Sorry if I disturbed you, I know it’s late.” You responded, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up on the nearest hanger. You couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes change when he saw you. Harry didn’t look at you that way.
“Dear, I told you to call me Norman. Your my son’s fiance, I think we’re past formalities.” He smiled at you, a genuine one at that.
“Speak of him, where is Harry? I expected you both to be out later.” He added. You hesitated to come up with a response. You wanted to tell him what an asshole his son was, and that you were breaking up with him, but didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with him. Before you could think more, your mouth just spoke.
“I’m not his fiance anymore, Norman.” You said, staring straight at him, letting him know your voice was serious.
“This is the third time he has left me stranded on a date. Third time he left me outside of a restaurant in the freezing cold to run to the aid of another woman. I’m done with his antics, Norman. I’m done being his second choice.” You said honestly. You could feel the tears in your eyes well up as you finally admitted your thoughts.
“I can’t do this anymore- I can’t be- I can’t be thrown out like a piece of trash when Harry’s highschool sweetheart decides she wants to fuck things up!” You felt the tears spill down, as Norman immediately rushed to your aid. His arms gently wrapped around you, his hand pressing against the back of your head, pulling you into a warm hug.
“You are anything but a piece of trash dear, and I’m so sorry my naive son can’t seem to appreciate someone as perfect as you.” He said gently, as you cried into his arms. This embrace. It felt.. Right. It felt like it was meant to happen. All your feelings about the older man resurfaced. You couldn’t ignore them. Norman pulled away from the hug, leaving you feeling alone once again.
“I take it you don’t want to see Harry. I.. I can call you a cab and get you a hotel for the night, while I have a conversation with him when he gets home.” He said, about to walk away, before you reach out to him, grabbing the sleeve of his coat.
“No! Wait. Don’t-“ You said, trying to gather your words. You step closer to him, looking at his eyes, getting lost in them.
“Norman.. What do you think of me?” Your words spilled out like a waterfall. You didn't mean to speak what your mind wanted to. You stood there, muscles tensed, waiting for a response. It took him a moment to figure out what he wanted to say, before he turned around and clasped both of your hands.
“Well.. I think you’re a beautiful young woman, who deserves far more than what my son has given you. I think you’re very intelligent, and have amazing potential..” He trailed off, moving a hand to your cheek. He knew what you were asking. He needed to hear you say that you liked him. The way you were staring at him, and the way your face turned a pink shade when his hand went on your cheek was very obvious to him. He liked you too, but there was an age gap, and he needed to hear you say you loved him, for his own moral compass.
“Do you..” You inched your face closer to the taller man’s, moving your hand from his arm to rest against his chest. His arms moved to wrap around your hips. He nodded his head, knowing exactly the question that you were trying to ask, without the words coming out of your mouth. You initiated it. You moved your face forward, gently pressing your lips against his own, slowly encasing his lips in a passionate kiss. Your eyes closed, entangling your fingers in his hair, trying to keep him as physically close as possible. He pushed you back against the door, nipping at your lip to try to gain access, which you happily gave him. After a few minutes of making out, you pull away, resting your forehead against Norman’s. His rough, calloused hands gripped your hips, a smile resting on his face.
“Harry never kissed me like that.” You giggle, rubbing your fingers against his scalp.
“Well, he’ll never be kissing you again, that’s my job now, my dear.” He chuckled lowly, his hand moving to yours to take off your engagement ring, and tossing it on the floor.
“You won’t be needing that either, I’ll get you a new one that will remind him of what he lost while playing a childish game with someone that doesn’t even come close to comparing to the angel he used to have.” He cooed, making you giggle more, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“So when did you start feeling this way towards me love?” He asked, a curious tone in his voice, as you rested your head against his chest, embracing him in a hug.
“At our tea sessions. You looked at me in a way that Harry never did. Your eyes showed a kindness I never had experienced. You looked like you actually cared when I told you about my studies, my hobbies, you actually cared.” You said gently. It was true, everytime you tried talking to Harry about something that wasn’t science, or him, he seemed uninterested, but Norman had always listened, he always supported you.
“How could I not? You looked so adorable rambling about {your major in college}, I couldn’t help but fall for you either darling.” He smiled. That was also another factor. He smiled at you. A legitimate, genuine, handsome, smile. You loved it so much. You stare back up at him, and he stares back down, a loving look in his eyes once again.
“I know it’s soon but- I’ve been wanting to say it for so long. I love you Norman, so much. I’d like to be your Mrs. Osborn one day, not Harry’s..” There was a certain plea in your voice that drove Norman insane, you were talking like you knew what you were doing to him.
“I love you too, Y/N, and you’re already mine darling. You’ll be a ‘Mrs. Osborn’ one day, I promise that, but after you kissed me, you became mine in that very moment.” He smirked, a sort of growl in his voice that made your legs weak. He leaned down, this time, he initiated the kiss this time, and it was different. It was hungry, heated, intimate, perfect. His tongue slid in once again, claiming every inch as his. His hands moved to rest against your ass, making you squeal softly. A smirk formed on his lips, knowing the influence he had on your noises. He pulled away, leaving your mind blank, and your breath gone. Before you could regain your thoughts, he sweeped you up in his arms, carrying you to his room.
He kicked his door open, before setting you down for a quick moment, only to lock the door, and then back in his arms you were. He sat down on the bed, you in his lap, and his lips were immediately attached to your neck, kissing and nipping on the pulsing, making you squirm. He gripped onto your thighs, growling.
“Keep still love, I need to mark you up. Need to claim you.” He said against your neck, before attacking it once more. Soft moans and whimpers spilled from your mouth, feeling him grow against the inside of your thigh. Once he was done, he pulled back to take a look at the wicked bruise he had left on your neck, as he hummed in content.
“Look at you, all mine.” He said, a satisfied smirk resting on the corner of his lips. You gradually moved your hips against his crotch, whimpering as you could feel the pooling heat between your legs. His breath hitched, his fingers digging crescent moons into your bare thighs.
“I said. Sit. Still.” He growled, flipping your position, laying you flat on your back, a whimper escaping your lips. You reached up to tug at his shirt, trying to tell him to take it off, as he chuckled lowly.
“My, my. So demanding. Fine, only because you look so pretty under me.” He smirked, a blush heating your cheeks at the compliment. He let go of you, sitting up, and slowly, almost teasingly, took off his shirt. You sat up, running your hands along his chest, feeling the crevices and impurities on his skin. He was perfect. He smiled, watching you admire him. Your soft smile made his heart melt, he couldn’t believe he had you all to himself now. He gently laid you back down, starting to move the straps of your dress down, before stopping.
“May I?” He asked gently, wanting to make sure you were completely comfortable, and wanting to continue.
“Please.” Your soft voice echoed in his head, and he continued gently.
“If you ever want to stop, please tell me.” He cooed, moving your straps down, and then pulling off your dress, revealing your black lace bra and panties. He couldn’t help but stare. Your body was perfect, he could see the embarrassment in your eyes. You reached to cover yourself, embarrassed of your figure, but he shook his head, and reached to move both of your hands over your head, he used one hand to hold both of yours up, and the other to unclip your bra. He tossed it to the side, before starting to kiss at your neck gently. Slowly but surely he moved down, peppering wet kisses down your breast valley, on your breasts, down your stomach, before peppering multiple to your stomach.
“You’re gorgeous darling. So beautiful, I’m so blessed to be in the presence of a goddess.” His voice was like a praise, it rang through your ears, played like a tune that had been stuck in your head for days. He made you feel wanted. He slowly moved down your stomach, reaching your clothed core. He gently pulled your panties down, and then tossed them next to your bra. He kissed the inside of your thighs, watching how you writhed in place for him to give you more. He let go of your hands, and they immediately found their way to his hair, pulling gently at the strands, trying to aid him to give you what you longed for. All he did was chuckle against your thigh, before staring straight up your body right into your eyes, as he licked a stripe down the middle of your pussy, teasing, earning a whine from you.
“Look at you, all wet and needy for me. What do you want, baby? I wanna hear you say it.” His lips resting against your folds, his voice sending a vibration throughout your body.
“Wan’ you Norman- Please.. Need you.” You managed to muster out, earning another chuckle from the older man.
“Mm.. If you say so darling..” He said, a slight confidence in his voice, as he pressed his lips right back onto your folds. His mouth worked magic. Pressing his tongue against all the right places in you, his tongue flicking your clit, you were in heaven. Your fingers clasped onto his hair, as moans echoed throughout the room. Your eyes were squeezed shut, Norman making you see stars as he worked his tongue on your pussy. You could feel it. That bubbling sensation pooling inside of your stomach as your walls clenched around his tongue.
“I’m-I’m clo-se-” You stuttered out, but he didn’t stop. He kept eating you like you were his last meal on earth, and he was going to savor it. Your grip tightened on his hair, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer, as you released, his mouth lapping everything up, helping you ride out your orgasm. He pulled away, before leaning over you, and placing another intimate kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and for some reason, it was a major turn on. While you were preoccupied with the kiss, and riding down from your high, Norman had taken off his pants, and boxers. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
“I’m going to put it in now, alright? I’ll go slow, let me know if it hurts darling.” Norman said softly, as you nodded. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when his tip rubbed against your folds, before gently pressing in. Your mouth was held agape, as your eyes were squeezed tightly shut, soft moans and whimpers exiting your mouth. You wrapped your hands around his neck, clawing at his back slightly, hissing at the pain of him stretching your walls. Once he was fully in, you could feel the tip nestled deep within your folds, a soft grunt coming from your boyfriend. You tapped on his back, letting him know that you were ready, and that he could move. His hips drew back, making you whimper. The more he pulled back, the emptier you felt. Though he stopped, and immediately slammed back into you, filling your walls back up with his length. A loud moan escaped from your mouth with the rough thrust, and you quickly drew a hand back from his back, and pressed it tightly against your mouth, spilling your noises against it, in a terrible attempt to muffle them. Norman definitely didn’t like it, growling slightly, removing both your hand from your mouth, and the one on his back, pinning them above your head once more.
“You never- You never listen. I want to hear you sweetheart. Spill those noises for me.” He grunted, a smirk plastered on his face as your mouth stayed open, your eyes wide as well. Constant noises spilt from your mouth as you felt yourself approaching your second climax, though Norman didn’t seem to be faltering one bit.
“Nor-man- Close-” You moaned out, your walls clenching around him as he plowed through your insides.
“C’mon baby.. Let go.. Cum for me..” He cooed, re-assuring you, as your second climax hit you like a truck. You came all over his cock, feeling your juices coat his length. You thought he would stop, but he just kept going, fucking you into overstimulation. Tears welled in your eyes, as his thrusts seemed as persistent as ever. His name fell like a broken prayer from your lips, it being the only thing you’re able to say, a dumb, fucked out expression on your face, as all you could do was take his cock. Your nails scratched at his wrist that was holding both of them down, and your hips bucked, trying to gain more friction. You were a mess of emotions, and the sight alone made Norman want to cum right here and now. You looked so hot, all messed up, all because of his cock.
“Look at you- All.. All fucked out because of me. My cock. I bet he never could fuck you the way I do.” His voice turned from soft, to a possessive growl. You were his. His, and his only. His thrusts seemed to falter, and you felt yourself coming close again as well. You felt him start to pull out, but you clenched onto him, not wanting him to.
“M’ on p-ill- mMH!” You moaned, and he nodded. He thrusted roughly a few more times, before filling you up to the brim with his cum. You came shortly after, the overstimulation being too much for you to handle. He laid there for a few seconds, still nestled deep inside of you, waiting for your high to come down. Your fucked out expression was absolutely adorable, and Norman couldn’t handle it. Once you had calmed down, he slowly pulled out, making you hiss. Some of his cum dribbled down your leg, and he got up to go grab wipes, but you wined when he did.
“Later.. Want to.. Cuddle.” You said softly. He smiled, he was not against being in your embrace, and he couldn’t say no to that face of yours. He walked back over, and lifted the blanket for you to shimmy your way in, before laying down next to you. He immediately pulled the blankets over the both of you, before laying on his side, and wrapping his arms around your body. He treated you like porcelain, that if any moment he hugged you just a bit too tight, you’d shatter in his arms. You nuzzled your face into his chest, humming in content at the warmness your boyfriend gave you.
“Thank you Norman.. For an amazing night. Thank you for treating me right.” You said gently, your hands tracing circles and other shapes on Norman’s back. He planted a soft kiss on your hairline, and you could feel him smiling.
“Of course my dear. You deserve all of this and more. I promise to take care of you until the end of time, darling.” That made you smile, your eyes feeling heavy.
“I’ll also have to have a chat with my son about how to treat a lady right.” He added, a chuckle in his voice.
“Oh, don’t even mention him. It’s just you… and I Norman..” You said gently, before your eyes closed, your breath becoming slower, falling into a deep sleep, comfortable against your lover’s chest.
“Indeed it is, you and I, forever and always my dear.”
Added Extra
Here you were, standing in the kitchen the very morning after, making breakfast for two, instead of three. Your legs ached, as well as the bruise on your neck had formed into a dark purple. Harry walked down the large staircase, and you were unaware of what time he had arrived home, and in all honesty, you didn’t care. He spotted you, about to say something, before noticing your bruised neck, the way you no longer wore your engagement ring, and the way your legs had a slight wobble to them, while standing in place making breakfast. He opened his mouth, about to call your name in anger, before another voice had called your name instead. His father. Norman walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and giving you a kiss on the forehead.
“Goodmorning darling, I assume you slept well?” He asked, and you responded with a nod. He stormed over, and into the kitchen.
“Dad.” Harry said angrily.
“Harry.” Norman responded, calmly, with his hands still wrapped around your waist, his head just turned to meet his son’s angry gaze.
“What are you doing with my fiance?” Harry’s face was contorted with rage, but Norman didn’t seem to care. Norman started to speak, before you put a finger to his mouth.
“Actually, Harry. I am no longer your fiance, and you and I, are over. I’m tired of being the second choice. If you didn’t realize, last night was the third time. The THIRD time, Harry Osborn, that you left me outside of a restaurant, to go to Mary Jane’s house.” You stressed, your voice tainted with anger, Harry tried to talk, but you cut him off.
“You never listen Harry, you never take any interest in what I have to say. So I found someone that did. I found someone that has always listened, supported, cared, and not put me second. So if you even think for a moment that you’re the victim of this, you’re not.” You say, sighing, as Norman rubs your sides, trying to calm you down.
“I hope you treat Mary Jane better than you did me. Because she is a very nice girl, who in all honesty, you don’t deserve.” You said, your tone clearly stating that you were done with him.
“The rings on the counter, go give it to her.” Norman said, and all Harry could do was stare angrily at his father.
“I can’t believe you, with my father too. He’s- He’s way older than you.” Harry said, smoothing back his hair in frustration.
“Yea Harry? Well guess what, your father is the only one who has cared for me the way a lover should. I’m getting tired of seeing your face, you should get a move on.” You sighed, before coming up with an idea.
“And he may be older, but the sex, was absolutely amazing.” You said, winking at Harry. A proud smirk fell onto Norman’s face, while a disgusted look fell onto Harry’s. That was enough to send him storming out the front door. Once he had left, you broke out into laughter.
“He was absolutely pissed.” You laughed, hugging Norman tightly.
“Well he’ll have to get over it, because when I marry you, you’ll be his new mother.” He laughed as well, kissing your forehead.
“Normann!! You sappy idiot.” You giggled, playfully hitting his chest.
“I’m just stating facts, my love.” He grinned.
“Also, was the sex really that good.” He teased, a smirk on his face once again.
“Norman Osborn!” You gasped, faking a shocked expression, before you couldn’t hold it in anymore, and you just broke out in laughter.
“If you really want to know, yes, yes it was.” You grinned, before the smell of smoke hit your nostrils.
“OH SHIT THE BACON-“ You laughed, pushing yourself away from him.
Omggg I'm so glad your requests are finally open 🥺 I've read you work in the past month and I have really really loved it so so much. The three of us is one of my favourites, the ending was so unexpected and Toying time is my favorite one shot!!
The request:- so the reader is a cinematography student and Norman (can he be a bad boy please) sees her first time on the set of Boondocks and she has this very shy innocent vibe and Norman begins to flirt with her and basically corrupts her😈 tries out all his kinks on her (lots of smut please 🤪) and she is also so deep in this relationship with Norman that slowly slowly she basically starts to do stuff for Norman (as in put his needs before her, basically changes her entire style and starts dressing up for him and just does everything to please him) and after the filming for Boondocks wraps up he leaves without a call or goodbye :(
Ik the ending is kinda eh but you can change it if you don't like this idea.
Please take my request 🤲🥺
also can the reader be 20 and Norman 10 years older than her, if that's comfortable with you ofc
Hi Anon!!
Okay, first of all, as I said, I'm so sorry it took me so long! But I would see that Murphy/Norman face and it was so hard for me to get started, because.... just look at him!
BUT I finally did it! I didn't specify ages, sorry, but I tried to cover everything you asked for and maybe I let my perverted mind fly a little bit....
Anyway I hope you like it, that you enjoy it and it's at least a little bit what you expected.
Thank you very much for the request!
My Good Girl.
Dark!NormanReedusxFemReader.
Warnings: Smut. Not Plot. Dom/Sub. Kink Size. Sparking. Choking. Blowjob. Rough sex. Dirty talk. Dark Norman.
(I don't know if this can be called Dark Norman, but just in case I warn you all.)
Words:
4000.
Summary: You're obsessed with Norman, he knows it and he wants to play with you. But he has his own rules.
Norman is exhausted, it's been a long day, they are finishing shooting The Boondock Saints movie and that night he went with Sean to celebrate, they had a few beers while he had dinner and then escaped to a bar to continue the party. Norman is not drunk, but he feels the happy bubbling of alcohol in his blood. He has to go to sleep, he has to get up early tomorrow morning to continue shooting the rest of the movie, but when he arrives at the trailer door to rest, a smile appears on his mouth.
He knows you are waiting for him. As he has asked you to do. You two met at the beginning of the film. You are a film student trainee and Norman immediately caught your attention. Those blue eyes and mischievous smile seemed to hide an innocence that was pure theater. At first you wanted to be professional and tried to ignore him, you dedicated yourself to your work as an intern, kept your distance because you were trying to be professional and maybe earn a place in the industry in the future, however the man's gaze was always on you and when your gazes coincided a kind and shy smile would form on his mouth.
Of course all that innocence was a mask to his true personality, Norman was a dominant and demanding man, with a marked game that he didn't mind putting into practice with you from day one, when you finally dared to confess, Norman had known it for a long time, his ego was imposing and he never missed a target.
"Do you like me?" he asked you with a crooked smile. "Good, get down on your knees and suck my cock." He ordered you staring at you, without a hint of teasing in his gaze.
Thus, little by little he absorbed your consciousness, dominating your will, making you dependent on him. Yet you still had a lot to learn.
When Norman opens the door of the trailer and finds you asleep on the couch his smile fades a little, but he relaxes a little. He's still molding you to his liking, but there's not long before the shooting is over and he feels a certain pity for you. He undoes the tie he's wearing and wraps it in his hand as he walks to the couch leaning towards you, his lips brushing your cheek causing you to sigh in your sleep.
"I'm back..." He whispers in your ear and you slowly wake up.
"Norman..." You open your eyes slowly seeing him watching you with tense serenity, his jaw slightly clenched.
"I thought you were waiting for me." He says matter-of-factly, without raising his tone, he dowsn't need to, hw knows that this game must have an absolute basis of trust and comfort from both of you despite how dominant he may be.
"S-sorry... it was late and I..." You don't know how to defend yourself, you know you have disobeyed and even if he forgives you or understands, there will be punishment.
Norman shushes you with a soft hiss that escapes between his lips and strokes your hair as you sit on the couch. He is gentle, his caresses reassure you, you know you can put yourself in his hands, that he will never really hurt you. You never thought that 'world' would be made for you, you had always been a submissive girl, but not to that extent, yet Norman had you in the palm of his hand from the first look you shared.
"I understand, the party with Sean ran a little long." He admits, it's his way of apologizing without actually doing it. "But I gave you an order..."
"I know, I'm sorry..." You repeat wanting to look away, but Norman holds your cheeks so you don't lower your head, to see his gaze turn dark and your body shudder. "Norman..."
"Get on your knees." He shushes you. You nod and when he releases you slide off the couch kneeling in front of him, you tremble nervously, your gaze pinned to the floor, now you know your every movement is controlled by him. "I'm going to take a shower." He doesn't need to add anything else, without moving you hear him walk away and lock himself in the bathroom of the caravan.
Your pulse unconsciously quickens, your body reacts to the sound of the shower water and you bite your lip, repositioning yourself into a more comfortable position. You know Norman must be exhausted, but he's not going to go to bed until he's finished with you. At that thought you feel your core slowly getting wetter and wetter.
Norman takes his time in the bathroom, not out of pure cleanliness, but to make you desperate, you need discipline, so he leaves you there on your knees longer than he actually spends under the shower. When he comes out a smile forms on his mouth as you are still in the same place, in the same position he has left you. He takes a deep breath focusing on his own role and leans against the door frame. He sees your body react, but you don't move, you wait for him to tell you what to do. Norman slowly approaches and his hand again strokes your hair, his fingers tangling through the strands of your hair, your skin crawls with goosebumps at the sensation, but you stifle a sigh of satisfaction.
"Good girl..." He whispers, your heart hammers harder inside your chest, you feel the urge to look at him, but you control yourself in time.
"Th-thank you, sir..." You whisper just as he does. Norman's smile widens, your words hitting straight into his cock, your soft, nervous voice winning out over his common sense.
"But remember, you disobeyed me..."
"I'm sorry... Are you angry, sir?" you ask with pure innocence and Norman's fingers twitch in your hair for a second.
"Disappointed." He speaks at last, his voice a deeper tone.
"I'm sorry, sir..." You repeat again and he hums in the affirmative.
"I know, but today your apology is not enough for me." Norman tugs lightly on your hair to make you look up. You swallow as you see the obvious bulge under the towel around his waist. "You're going to have to show me how sorry you are. Today has been a very good day, and I'd hate for it to be ruined now." He assures you and you shake your head.
"No, sir." You assure him before grabbing the towel and pulling it off slowly releasing his erection before your eyes.
His cock dances as the cloth disappears completely freeing it, he's not fully hard yet, but his size makes you salivate and your pussy squirts. You lick your lips circling his length with your hand, slowly jerking him up and down, not taking your eyes off his red head that pops up every time you stretch his skin, you feel it harden more against your palm and you are unable to stifle a sigh. Norman chuckles at the sight of your desperation, his fingers close over your hair guiding you to his cock.
"You're craving it, and you know I don't like to repeat myself, girl." He tells you once more and you moan low.
"Yes, sir." You whisper against his skin before sticking your tongue out and licking the tip.
Norman's legs tense up stifling his own urges, your tongue runs all over his size, making sure to lubricate it with your saliva, moving your hand still, you open your mouth and catch the tip of his cock, you lick and suck a little harder, the pre cum fluid squirts onto your tongue making you purr with pleasure, Norman gasps at the sensation and doesn't look away from you. It has always been a spectacle for him to watch you try to catch all of his cock in your mouth, never successfully, but he appreciates your effort. Your lips wrap around his hard, thick cock bobbing your head up and down, sucking, licking, moving your hand where you can't reach, striving to please him, wanting him to forget your punishment. But you know that's not going to happen. As he pleasure takes over Norman's body he moves his hips in time with your mouth, thrusting in a little deeper, his tip crashing against the beginning of your throat, you've learned to control the reflex and when you feel his hand lock tighter in your hair, you relax and let him fuck your mouth the way he really needs to.
"Oh fuck, girl, your mouth feels so good around my cock." He growls pinning his gaze on you, you can't see it, but you can feel it. He grunts as you purr against his cock, the vibration of your throat running up and down his length. "Shit..." He gasps voicelessly as he feels himself about to cum.
His hand clenches tighter on your head and he pushes deeper into your mouth. You close your eyes feeling a retch almost overpower you, but you control it as you feel his cum fill your mouth, trickling down your throat without resistance. The choking sensation scares you for a second, your nose almost brushes against his pubic hair, it's the first time you manage to take so much in your mouth and your lungs burn in search of oxygen that doesn't reach them properly. Your eyes fill with tears as you raise your eyes pleading for Norman to let go. The man doesn't move, his gaze connects with yours and there's a crooked smile on his mouth.
"Hang in there, sweetheart. We both know you're capable of it." He flatters you, but he moves a little, a minimal move to let your lungs fill enough. He only pulls his cock fully out of your mouth when it starts to go limp, several strands of cum and saliva slide from your mouth and chin to the floor, the air enters your body completely and you need a few seconds to compose yourself, you are shaking, and feel your throat burning, but your thighs are soaking wet and you feel your body extremely sensitive now. Norman holds your chin again and wipes the remnants of cum from your mouth with his thumb, you don't let him pull away too far, you open your mouth and clean his finger with your tongue, sucking on it, Norman's smile widens once again. "Such a good girl..." He whispers again. "But we've only just begun, haven't we? You remember I asked you to wait for me, and you haven't." Your body shudders, but you nod, again your gaze drops to the floor. "I can't hear you."
"Y-Yes, sir, I remember..."
"Good, and do you know what that means?"
"That I need a punishment..."
"Okay, take off your clothes, just leave your panties on." He orders you walking to the couch and sits there waiting for you to obey again.
Norman's patience has a very small limit when he is horny and has fully entered into his dominant personality, so you don't keep him waiting. Without looking at him you remove what little clothing you are wearing. You are actually wearing a short top with no bra and pajama shorts which you slide down your legs very slowly, you have turned around as you pull it down and it bends you over letting Norman see perfectly how wet your underwear is, you can hear him shifting on the couch knowing that the sight you are offering him is turning him on again. You walk slowly up to him, Norman spreads his legs a little apart and smacks his lap as his only command, you don't say anything either, you lay down on his legs and your ass is totally at his mercy. You get goose bumps as his hand caresses your buttocks slowly, reveling in it soft touch under his palm.
"Count for me." He says before his hand slaps your ass hard.
A gasp escapes your mouth at the sensation, but you do as he asks. He delivers several spanks to each of your buttocks, leaving them red, throbbing, hot. The last time his hand whips you your moan twists into a whimper, which makes Norman pause knowing you've reached your limit.
"Twenty..." You whisper in a breathy whisper, your whole body trembling on his legs. His fingers caress your skin again, but now the contact, though delicate, stings. Still you don't move, not wanting Norman to punish you again for refusing his touch.
You hiss and sigh as he leans in, his lips kissing your bruised buttocks, he purrs against your skin as his fingers slide under the fabric of your panties and your core is thoroughly wet, his fingertip sliding inside your unresisting pussy with a wet, obscene sound. You moan low wiggling your hips against his finger and his smile widens against the skin of your ass.
"Look at you, so desperate, do you need me so bad, girl?" he speaks to you, his free hand sliding up to your neck, pressing lightly into your flesh lifting you up, leaving you kneeling on the couch beside him, forcing you to look up at him. He leans you into him and his lips brush against yours, his tongue moistening them. "Tell me, do you need me that bad?"
"Y-yes, Norman... I need you." You gasp, closing your eyes, a tear escapes from them, but it is due to desperation and desire. The actor's gaze darkens dangerously he wants to tear you apart. He wants to ruin you. Turn you into a pleading mess.
His mouth collides against yours in a desperate kiss, his hand tightens a little tighter on your neck as his tongue bursts into your mouth controlling the kiss completely, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair. His mouth runs down your neck now, licking your skin, biting, tugging at it, leaving teeth marks, little bruises that he knows you won't manage to cover up in full view of your partners and he loves that. He kisses you again with intensity, his tongue running along the inside of your mouth. You moan when he breaks away biting your lip, sucking hard, leaving them red and swollen.
"My room." He says matter-of-factly. "Wait for me there." He orders you, you nod your head before rising from the couch walking slowly towards the end of the trailer, your reddened ass the last thing his gaze catches as you disappear down the hallway.
Norman takes a deep breath in looking for his self control, that's his game, he's the one in control, yet your submission and compliance to everything he asks of you is overtaking him by a second. He knows that all this game has a limit, when the filming of the movie is over he will go back home and you will not see each other again, however he has a strange feeling under his skin every time he thinks about it. He chews his lip several times as his gaze meets the cross he uses in the film as Murphy. His pupils dilate, he gets up from the couch picking up the object playing with the balls of the rosary between his fingers, he smiles again going to his room where you wait for him.
You are lying on his bed, with your legs open, offering yourself totally to him, you still haven't taken off the last garment that still covers your body, you know you must not do it until Norman tells you, or he does it himself, you look at him out of the corner of your eye biting your thumb nail, waiting for him to say something. Norman studies you intently from the doorway of his room, grunts leaving the cross on his neck and moves to the edge of the bed.
"Turn around." He orders you. "On your knees, get your ass up." You obey his every instruction, your face hidden against the pillow, your knees digging into the mattress, your ass raised, dancing in the air for him. Norman watches as your buttocks take on an increasingly reddish hue, he caresses them, leaves several kisses on your skin still warm to the touch of his lips and you hiss, it stings, but you can take it. "Arms above your head." He tells you again. "I don't want you touching yourself at any time."
"Y-Yes, sir." You stretch your arms above your head holding onto the headboard of the bed.
Norman kneeling behind you plays with the fabric of your panties, grips and pulls at them hearing you moan softly as the fabric digs into your swollen and needy clit. A crooked smile forms on his lips as his mouth fills with water.
"So wet always for me..." The tip of his tongue licks his lips and he leans down brushing your pussy with the tip of his nose, enveloping himself in your scent, his nails dig into your bruised skin making you cry out in pain, but he is no longer reached by your voice, totally immersed in his own desire.
His fingers catch the edges of your panties and tug at them until they are tangled around your knees. His tongue licks your pussy catching your taste completely, licks, runs his tongue up and down your slit, sucks on your clit and even squeezes it between his teeth, your moans echo in the room as your knuckles turn white as you grip the headboard of the bed tightly.
"Feels good, doesn't it, girl? You love it when I fuck you with my tongue." You can't move, that's been Norman's command and you're finding it very hard to obey every time his tongue slides over your core or slips inside your pussy.
"No... Norman, I'm... I'm so close..." You warn him, your voice cracking and your breathing quickening.
"No, not yet." He warns you and stops leaving you brushing against your ecstasy falling frustratingly. You gasp and groan against the pillow, but you know you can't protest. "I'm not done with you yet."
He pulls away from you as he lays you down on the bed and gets rid of your panties completely, before throwing them on the bedroom floor his nose buries itself in the fabric again and he grunts masturbating with them, marching them off with his own pre-cum. You gasp at the sight of him and spread your legs once more, you want to touch yourself, but hold back, your clit pulsing cruelly and painfully. Norman pulls your panties, crawling up to you, the cross of his neck brushes your skin, his cool touch giving you goose bumps. Norman turns you on your side and lies down behind you. Your leg wraps around his waist, your arm around his neck tangling back into his hair, his chest completely against your back, his hand guides his cock to your entrance, he slowly pushes himself until his tip is inside you. You both gasp at the sensation. Norman holds your leg now, pulling them further apart, looking for the right angle, his free hand grips your neck, squeezing, giving you a choking sensation, but you can handle it. You are pushed fully against his body and his hips move hard and all at once, burying all of his long, thick cock inside you. The position causes you to stretch and dilate in ways you've never felt before, his fat cock making his way inside you. The moan that escapes your mouth is one of pleasure and pain, your hand tightens on the wrist holding your neck, but he doesn't stop. Finding the perfect rhythm, he keeps ramming into you, his breathing quickening, his grunts and gasps falling heavy against your ear, his cock sinking deep inside you, making you moan in desperation, digging your nails into his hand as you feel your orgasm building again in your stomach.
Norman feels it too, your pussy clenching around his cock wanting to keep him inside as much as possible. A smile forms on his mouth as he pulls your head back a little further biting your cheek, you gasp and moan in frustration, his hips moving slower and slower until he stops inside you.
"No, no... please, please..." You beg desperately wanting to move against his cock, but his grip on your neck is firmer, dangerous and that scares you for a second.
"Not.Yet." He growls against your ear in a dark tone and you nod nervously.
Norman releases you, letting you breathe normally again, his cock slipping out of you as he settles in behind you, tossing your hair to the side as he tries to put his rosary on, but in that position it's tricky. You sit up to look at him and take the object and place it around your neck, the cross falls perfectly between your breasts, the spheres of the necklace feel cold against your skin, but you know Norman likes the way it looks on you as his pupils catch all the blue in his eyes. Norman says nothing, but pulls you down on top of him, he lines his cock up against your pussy and you sit on it again feeling it stretch you deep, finding a new pleasurable spot inside you that you never knew about. Norman grunts and holds you by the waist, his fingers digging into your skin.
"Come on, girl, ride me, show me how much you love my cock. Show me how much you want to cum." He tells you in a full rock voice and you moan.
Your hands rest on his legs letting him see your body completely, at first you move your hips slowly, in small circles, looking for the right rhythm, you see Norman tense his jaw and frown as the rhythm of your hips quickens, he doesn't want to miss the slightest detail even though the pleasure is intense for him too. His fingers clench tighter around your waist and help you move more urgently on him. You moan, throwing your head back and abandoning yourself to your own pleasure. Norman can't take his eyes off you, the cross bouncing and dancing on your skin as your tits bounce with each thrust of his hips offering him a show that pushes him to the edge of his limit. He groans through his teeth closing his eyes for a second, his fingers clawing at your skin, convinced he will leave a good mark on your hips, though he doesn't really care.
"Norman... Norman please..." Your voice catches his attention again and he sees the desperation in your eyes. "Please..."
"Cum, sweetheart." He gives you permission at last. "Cum on my cock, I want to feel you squeeze me and soak me." He growls in a hoarse voice and you can't hold it in any longer.
Your moan is loud and prolonged, you arch over him throwing your head back, you squeeze your tits with your arms absorbing the cross between them, your body trembles, your thighs jerk violently and you cum soaking his length, your pussy clenching and trapping his cock inside you, feeling your walls never stop vibrating around his cock. Norman has to make a real effort to control himself not to let go and not cum too. He catches you as your body feels exhausted on top of him, carefully pulls out of you and lays you down on the bed again. Face down he forces you to lift your hips again by getting next to you behind you. His cock rubs against your pussy which is still recovering from the spasms of your pleasure and he pushes himself inside you in one stroke once again. The new angle makes you both moan, your quivering insides receive it tightening in step with his intrusion, Norman groans through his teeth holding you by your waist and starts ramming hard and fast behind you. He knows he's on the edge and won't last long. The new position means that every time he thrusts, his cock accurately hits your g-spot making you moan and shudder, your mind clouded with pleasure, even feeling dizzy, but your hips react to his movement by following his rhythm and feeling a new orgasm bubble up in your stomach.
"Oh fuck..." It's the only warning he gives you, but you know he's going to cum, his cock trembles inside you, you clench tighter around him and his final thrust makes you see stars.
You cum again, clenching, jerking around his cock, Norman grunts and gasps, even feels slightly dizzy as he explodes inside you, his seed stretching your walls white, your insides quivering.
"Milk me, baby, that's it, let my cum fill you completely." He says in a raspy voice, trying to control his breathing. His body leans over yours, his arms braces against the bed to keep from dropping his whole body on top of yours, his breath hot against your ear. "Such a good girl..."
There are never too many words between you two after sex. Your encounter is over, any other time, Norman would leave or you would pick up your clothes and go, but Norman has a moment of weakness, as he would call it when he was conscious, and he traps you in his arms, covers you both with the sheets and presses you against his chest, his fingers playing with the rosary on your neck. You don't say anything, you let yourself do it and try your best to stay awake a little longer, treasuring in your mind the feeling of having Norman wrapped around you, his warmth enveloping you and rocking you to sleep.
You know you shouldn't hate him, or at least you have no real reason to hate him. Yes, he's played with you, yes, it's all over and he hasn't even waited to say goodbye to you. He has disappeared. He has broken your heart. You're crying like an idiot at home and you know the void he's left is going to be hard to fill. He's discovered a part of your soul that you didn't know about and you know that no other man will be able to satisfy you like he did. But you can't hate him. You were the one who became obsessed. You were the one who gave yourself hope with a man who showed no greater love for you than the sex you shared, for in front of others he still treated you as he always did, sometimes he was even cruel and contemptuous, you never cared because he always sought your body for his greatest and darkest desires and for you that was enough.
But now you are lost, in love with a man you know will never come back, wishing you could tear him from your mind, but you know your body will never forget his touch.
You graduate and finish college, the world of film, the one you have always loved, now opens before you to try to make your way in it, but the motivation that once enveloped you has disappeared. You say goodbye to your classmates and return to your small apartment. You will return home, you will heal your soul and when you are able to face that blue gaze again, you will return to that world you had loved so much.
You stop then at the door of your home. Your eyes widen and your heart beats only once, or so it seems to you. The door to your apartment is open, but that's not what scares you, on the doorknob, Murphy's rosary dances as if greeting you. With trembling hands you hold the object and caress it, you are not conscious, but you put it around your neck entering the house, you don't need to advance too far to discover Norman sitting on the sofa in your living room, his smile is tilted, his eyes look at you from the corner of his eye, their blue color pierces you as his pupils dilate. Your whole body trembles as he stands up and walks slowly towards you, you lower your head unable to hold his intense gaze.
"We meet again..." He whispers, his hand caresses your cheek. There are a lot of questions in your mind, burning on the tip of your tongue. "Did you miss me?"
"Y-yes, sir..."
"My good girl..."
And it all disappears from your mind. The doubts, the pain, the questions.
That Awkward momento when you met Norman Reedus. NormanxFemReader 4/6
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That awkward moment when you met Norman Reedus. 4/6
Norman Reedus (45) Reader (29)
’Request’ from @srhxpci : They work together, they became friends, and then lovers, there’s a gap age and I add a little smut (sorry I can’t not do that).
Warning this chapter; No Smut (yet). Jealousy. Doubts.
Summary: You were part of the cast of the series, but your first meeting with Norman didn’t go too well, now after many years, you can say that you are very good friends. Norman wants to invite you to his own show, why not? it will be fun!
N/A: Non canon of the TV show.
N/A: The italics in the dialog is that they are speaking in another language. Or trying to.
You've been at your parents' house for several weeks. It's a routine you've had since you finished the second season working on TWD. Although you got a good and cheap apartment in New York, until you got that money you had traveled to your parents' house after every long period of shooting and now you continue doing it, you don't stay so long since you have your own house, but you like to spend some days there. You also have a pending thing with Norman.
You're still not sure how you got tricked into this. You had brought him cakes for his birthday and he proposed a motorcycle tour around your town. In fact he didn't want to know the details of the trip, he gave you the number of his buddies who were handling the issue and between the two of you you worked out the route Norman would take. You would both travel on his bike, first you would introduce him to your own town, tell him the anecdotes about the street circuit and then you would make a route to the north and then return to see the new circuit that was just outside the town. You hadn't found many things that would involve biker groups or motorcycle specific routes, but Norman insisted that he didn't care. That he was looking forward to making the trip with you.
"So next week we're having a celebrity over?" your sister asks you when you go up to her bookstore and open the door.
"Sort of, but I'm a little offended, I'm supposed to be a celebrity too."
"Yeah, but you're my sister, I've watched you grow up and I know how glamorous you are." She jokes and you laugh nodding your head.
"Touché...I wish it didn't feel awkward. I mean...I know it's good for business, but try not to have too many people come see him when we're shooting around here."
"Relax, I'm busy this weekend with the little convention we're doing at the theater, I won't have time to show off my future brother-in-law."
"Yeah I kno…What are you talking about!?" You squeal feeling your cheeks burn.
"Don't look at me like that! That guy is smoking hot, he's coming all the way down here to do a show And you mean to tell me you're not going to get in his pants? Yeah, right."
"He's my co-worker! And we're very good friends, he's invited me as he does with many others, I'm not the first and I'm certainly not going to be the last..."
"Yeah, but you like him." She cuts off your argument making you almost bite your tongue.
"That doesn't... that has nothing to do..." You mumble lowering your head.
You feel guilty about how you feel. You and Norman have been friends for many years, you can say that for sure, but a lot has happened since you first shared a conversation and you've realized that yes, you enjoy his company and adore being his friend, but something inside you quirks up differently every time you see him. It excites you and makes you nervous at the same time, you look forward to being a good friend to him and yet every time he is near or you feel him hug you your whole body trembles and your knees go weak. You've tried to avoid him, to ignore him and it hasn't helped. You don't want Norman to know, you don't want him to find out and all is lost because he doesn't feel the same, you don't want to make him feel uncomfortable around you.
You don't want to be one more in the long list of women who fell hopelessly in love with Norman Reedus.
"I finally find you." You hear from behind you and quickly turn around.
"Norman!" Your heart races as he smiles stepping fully into the store.
"Quite a journey you've made me take to get here." He jokes advancing a few steps in your direction.
"B-but what are you doing here?" you ask incredulously. "Isn't the program next week?"
"Yes, but I wanted to come earlier to see you." He shrugs and his arms catch you in a tight embrace. You hide your face in his chest, the smell of smoke and cologne mingle sneaking in through your nose, you smile against his shirt and hug him back tapping his sides to break away from you hearing him chuckle softly. "Besides I saw around that your sister is hosting a convention this weekend, and I didn't want to miss it." He smiles again looking at your sister who watches you two with her mouth open.
"What, really!? Oh thanks Norman, that would be great! People would love to see two TWD characters." She says excitedly bouncing a little on the tips of her toes.
You smile and walk over to her to officially introduce her to Norman, he allows himself to give her a smaller hug and a kiss on the cheek before squeezing her hand with his. Your sister's cheeks are red and she looks a little shy now. You laugh softly and give her a little nudge to get her to react.
"Can I announce it on social media? Maybe we could stretch out the Q&A a bit..." You start mumbling planning the weekend again, actually as a highlight so far I only had you, several well known comic book artists and even some voice actor, but Norman was a big deal. I knew it would move a lot more people.
"You don't have to." You say to Norman as your sister gets engrossed in her business and goes into her office leaving you alone in the store with Norman. "Don't feel obligated."
"I don't feel obligated, I proposed it." He shrugs going through the shelves and picking up one of the TWD comics. "Besides since I'm here, it might be fun."
"You know it's going to be crazy..."
"I'm telling you, I don't mind, really." He smiles and hugs you again making you laugh and feel your cheeks turn a reddish color.
"That's enough, you just got here and you're already groping me." You joke and he laughs pulling away. "You can't keep your hands off me can you?"
"Yeah, you're right." He pulls away a little smiling sheepishly averting his gaze from you.
"Norman, do you mind if I take a picture of you to put on the store website?" Your sister appears again. Your co-worker's attention turns to your sister and nods.
"Yes, come on." He takes her by the hand again and the three of you walk out of the store.
On the store front, next to the door is the sign with the name of your sister's bookstore. Norman hands you your sister's phone number and puts an arm around her shoulders, sticking out his middle finger, resting his chin on her head. Your sister puts an arm around his waist and smiles broadly. Her excited gesture rubs off on you and you take a couple of steps back to take the picture and show it to her later. Norman looks pleased, even your sister.
"Mention me to post it too so more people can see it."
"Thank you very much, Norman." She says walking back into the store bouncing on her own two feet from the excitement that is pulsing in her veins.
You look at your co-worker with a smile nodding his head. Norman just shrugs it all off and shares the post your sister has put on her store's social media.
"How did you get here? have you ridden your bike here yet?"
"I rented a car, I parked it behind the church." He informs you and you nod, entering the store again.
"I'm going to take Norman home, so he can leave his things there." You inform your sister and she nods.
"Okay, I'll come over later for dinner, let mom know."
"Yeah, sure. Come on Norman." You tell him and he looks at you curiously, but follows you.
"Where are we going?"
"We're going to my parents' house, we'll leave your suitcase there, if that's okay with you, and the car, around here you won't need it."
"No, I already realized it's a small town." He smiles and looks around again, amused. "You know what the best part is?" You look at him waiting for him to continue and he adjusts his glasses and cap. "It's been a long time since I've felt this calm, you know, being able to walk around and have no one pounce on me." He laughs and you imitate his gesture understanding what he means.
The good thing about your town that even though they know the show, people are disconnected from the rest of the world, Daryl, Rick, Michonne, Ezekiel, Carol, even your character, are just that, characters, the people behind them don't give a damn. Of course there are teenage girls in love with Daryl Dixon, and not so teenage girls, but they're looking for Daryl Dixon, not Norman Reedus. Which makes it easier to move around without a continuous escort or without having thousands of cameras taking pictures non-stop.
When you get to the car you tell Norman where to go until you get to your parents' house. It was one of the little treats you gave yourself when you started to have more importance in the series. You bought your parents a house. A nice and deserved house, with enough rooms to accommodate the whole family but without being something exaggerated and flashy. They lived on the outskirts of the city, away from the constant noise and bustle of people and you were sure that even their health, for the age they were, was much better now.
You gesture for Norman to stop in front of the huge front door, pull out a small remote from your bag and push the button causing the door to start moving to the side, opening.
"We'll leave it inside and make sure nothing happens to it, or do you want to go with this car in the program?" you ask him as Norman enters the lot and shakes his head, parking next to another car.
"No, we'll ride a motorcycle, if that's okay with you." He looks at you before bringing the car to a complete stop and you nod.
"Yeah, sure, no problem. Come on, didn't you want to marry my mom? Well, let's go meet her."
A small smile full of shyness forms on the actor's mouth, but he finally gets out of the car following you to the front door of the house. There's a man waiting for you, short, no more than five foot five, his hair struggles between gray and a deep jet black for his tall age, his chubby nose holds a pair of glasses and behind them you can see two big, bulging green eyes. Norman gives you a sidelong glance, if he is your father, genetics certainly hasn't given you any of him. At least to the naked eye.
"Hi, Dad."You greet the man and Norman takes off his cap and sunglasses to introduce himself.
"Hi, I thought you'd gone to help your sister."
"Yes, but I had an unexpected visitor." You say looking at Norman and your father follows your gaze having to lift his head to face your co-worker.
Norman has never felt like the tallest man in the world, in fact he feels short when compared to other men his age or older, like Jeffrey, but seeing your father having to raise his head to look at him makes him suddenly feel imposing in front of him.
"Dad, this is Norman, my co-star. I told you guys he was coming to shoot a show around these parts, remember?" You tell the man, stroking his hair with infinite affection.
"Nice to meet you." Norman says and his voice squeaks a little, you look at him in surprise and smile gratefully as you watch him try to communicate with your father.
"Oh, yes, I remember. Nice to meet you Norman." Your father's English isn't much better either and the actor smiles warmly shaking your father's outstretched hand.
"Thank you so much for letting me stay here." Norman tries again and your father nods.
"Just like your home." He lets go of his hand and opens the door letting you into the house.
Norman is the last to enter, you grab his suitcase to take it later to one of the rooms your mother probably already has ready for him. You put it aside when you see her appear with her unmistakable kitchen apron, her blond hair already had a handful of gray hair, her skin is wrinkled by age, but her blue eyes give off a lot of vitality.
Okay, now Norman understands all that hair you always have tangled and messy when you show up on set in the mornings, he smiles and rubs his hands together nervously, your father has been an easier test than he expected, but mothers are always more complicated. He knows.
"Nice to meet you." He repeats the words he's used with your father and you smile looking sideways at him. "Finally." He smiles and you laugh low. "I-I love your food..." You can't contain yourself and laugh loudly as you see your mother's gesture and how she blushes a little.
"Thank you so much, I... I didn't know you were coming so soon, Norman." You feel your mother's inquisitive look and roll your eyes.
"Neither did she, apparently he came alone." Your father explains and you nod.
"Norman is like that."
He doesn't wait for her permission, he walks over to your mother and hugs her warmly. Your mother's eyes widen and she laughs nervously as her hands rest on Norman's back. The woman's gaze shoots up at you with raised eyebrows, grimacing in surprise and you are grateful that Norman can't see her, but he surely feels your mother's hands feeling him up and down, examining him.
"Mom, please..."
"It's just so tight...and muscular." She dares to say knowing that perhaps the man can't understand her. "It's been a long time since I've touched a man so hard..."
"Mom!" You scold her feeling your cheeks burn, Norman breaks away from your mother giving her a kiss on the cheek before returning to your side.
"Don't be so confident, young man." Your father threatens him in a firm voice.
"I'm sorry, it's just..." He sheepishly lowers his head and laughs softly. "I was really looking forward to meeting you."
Norman continues to try to talk to your parents as you carry your co-worker's backpack to the room your mother has already prepared for him. You carefully set the backpack on the bed to return to the dining room and try to rescue the actor from your parents' hands, but the man seems comfortable and engrossed in conversation with them, so you don't bother going to the kitchen to help your mother with dinner while they continue talking.
In the evening you set up a large table in the garden behind the house so you can all share the dinner you have been preparing. Of course Norman is the attraction for everyone. There are many questions, anecdotes and conversations shared with the actor, about you, about your work together, about how things are going and about himself. Norman answers everything without hesitation, smiling, enjoying your mother's food live, also enjoying all the company of your family, getting to know them a little more, telling him some stories too that force you to shut him up and the laughter intensifies.
After dinner and sharing some more time with your family, Norman is exhausted, the flight has been long, the trip there tiring and then meeting your family and learning how your sister's convention was going to work have taken the last of his strength.
You say goodbye to your family and walk him to his room, at least for this week. You open the door to let him in and show him a bit of the layout and the bathroom that the room itself has.
"See you tomorrow, Norman. Get some rest." You tell him, but when you want to leave he holds you back by hugging you again. You smile against his chest trying to calm your beating heart. You wrap your arms around his waist caressing his back affectionately. "Are you okay?"
"Exhausted, it's been a long day." He admits holding you a little tighter against him and you laugh. "But it's been worth it. Your family is very curious." He pulls away from you and caresses your cheeks staring at you, you feel nervous, not sure what is going through his mind, but you let him do it. "Your father wouldn't let me near your mother." He laughs letting go of you and you join him in nodding your head.
"Yeah, it sounds to me like he felt threatened." You joke and squeeze his hands when you're finally able to separate completely. "Rest."
"Yeah, you too." He leans in to kiss your cheek and you mimic him.
You walk out of the room leaving him alone in his room to go to your own, it's been a long day for you too, not as long as your partner's, but you do need to rest. You change your clothes and curl up in your bed falling asleep shortly after.
Norman despite the tiredness and the exhausting day, feels like he can't sleep, his body aches, his head is spinning, he chews on his lower lip several times before getting out of bed and carefully leaving the room. He doesn't want to wake anyone up, he just needs to smoke a little and he'll go back to bed. With the pack of cigarettes in his hand he walks down to the kitchen and carefully opens the door to leave.
"Everything okay, Norman?" The actor's heart almost leaps out of his mouth at the sound of your mother's voice behind him.
"Yes, yes..." He lifts the pack of cigarettes and she smiles in understanding. "I'm sorry, I don't... uhm..." he tries to search for the words in his head, but your mother shakes her head.
"It's okay, Norman, take it easy, good night." She waves goodbye to him and Norman doesn't move until he stops hearing the woman's footsteps and his heart returns to its place.
The rest of the week you spend getting to know the town, showing him a bit of the interesting things there, Norman absorbs all the information you give him by simply listening carefully. The weekend comes quickly and the convention attracts more people than you expect. The interview panels and signings with the actors and cartoonists are in the theater, but the rest of the activities take place in the old Market right next to the theater making it easy to get from one side to the other, with many booths with different things. Norman goes through the different booths before people start arriving and it is difficult to access. People who see him and know him stop him to take pictures with him and get posters, t-shirts, and even some DVDs of his movies or the series signed. You have your little group of onlookers too, but the main attention falls on Norman.
You're in the theater because it's your turn to go out to the Q&A panel. You're nervous, it's not the first time, but you always have that feeling before the panel starts. Norman next to you squeezes your hands trying to calm you down. His lips crash against your cheek and you feel better. You smile in gratitude for his affection and squeeze his hands between yours.
"What do you think they're going to ask us?" you whisper listening to your sister talking to the audience before introducing you.
"I don't know, but it sure is fun."
"My sister has the video of the new season, surely people have already seen it online, but..."
"Have you seen it?" she looks at you curiously and you shake your head. Norman opens the curtain a bit without anyone seeing you and points to the huge screen where your sister is going to play the video.
You both look over and when the lights go out the images start jumping from one scene to another in no specific order. You hear the raspy voice of 'Daryl', you also hear Michonne or Rick. Suddenly the succession of images stops to show a scene in which your character and Norman's character are staring at each other.
"Promise me you'll come back."
"I promise."
The video ends as your characters kiss, you tense up enormously not expecting that in the video. The lights illuminate the theater again and your sister's voice ushers you in, Norman makes you react and you both walk out onto the stage being greeted by screams, applause and cheers, you even hear some compliments thrown towards the actor playing Daryl. You approach your sister, hug her and Norman kisses her on the cheek with affection, you sit on the small sofa that your sister has placed on the stage right next to the couch where she also sits to interview you. The crowd continues to shout and call out to Norman who turns around greeting everyone with a wide smile, his eyes shining brightly.
When the crowd calms down your sister does a little interview with you before giving the floor for people to start with their questions, they are questions in general, how are you, what has the series meant for you, if you are excited about the new season. There is a very nice little rhythm between the three of you and the audience, a dynamic and fun conversation even making those who have come to see you laugh. You are grateful that Norman is with you as he seems more comfortable with it all.
When your sister finishes the interview and you don't have much more to add, the round of questions begins. There is a prepared microphone controlled by a moderator who gives way to your sister for people to ask questions. The first questions are simple, a contact shot before people dare to ask what they really want to know.
"My question is for both of you: what was it like to start working together? Because it's always said that you're like family, but you came in the third season, did it get weird?" they ask you and you laugh nodding your head in agreement, however you see Norman get a mischievous grin and raise his microphone.
"Oh yeah, let's just say our first contact wasn't very friendly, was it?" he laughs looking at you and you feel your cheeks burn.
"That's not..."
"What happened?" your sister insists, she knows perfectly well what happened, you called her full of shame and remorse that very day.
"Are you telling or me?" Norman asks you, of course it's rhetorical, because before you say anything, he keeps talking. "You insulted my intelligence."
"I didn't...! You showed up out of the blue asking me if I was sick!" You try to defend yourself by listening to the audience laugh.
"You were there in the middle that you looked like you were going to faint!" he reminds you and you laugh along with the crowd. "Then he spent two months after that behind me apologizing to me for it." Again the laughter intensified and you covered your face with both hands.
"I hate you."
"We both know you don't." He laughs and takes one of your hands kissing it. People cheer at that, he doesn't seem to mind, but you feel a little suffocated.
"You two are obviously getting along better now." Your sister brings some order to the room and you both nod, your hands still clasped. "Let's get on with the questions." She says letting someone else speak.
"Norman, we've heard a lot of rumors about new projects you have, can you tell us something, why exactly are you here?"
"Oh yeah, I've heard a lot of rumors too, what have you heard about?" he jokes making people snort again in amusement. "Yeah, well, to tell you the truth I'm involved in my own projects now, I mean, other than Daryl right now I'm not working with any other scripts, but we are starting to shoot new episodes of 'Ride with Norman', have you seen it?" cheerfully everyone answers in the affirmative. "Gee, are you guys just as effusive about everything?" jokes your sister to which a coy giggle escapes and you smack your forehead. Then the little sister is you. "I'm around because we're going to shoot some stuff, and you're going to accompany me." She points at you and people let out complicit exclamations and the occasional whistle. "Nah, don't think so, I've seen her sleep and she's no princess."
"Hey!" You punch him in the arm pretending to be offended and again people are amused by your interactions. "Don't think he's in a very good mood when he gets up either."
"You clearly know each other very well." Speaks another person who has been approached with the microphone. "Was it hard for you guys to do the scene we saw? Because there's clearly kissing..." Again insinuating whistles echo throughout the room.
"She forgot her line." An exclamation of surprise struck the theater dumb. "We had to improvise. It's the Reedus effect." He scoffs and people laugh with him, you cover your face with both hands feeling like you're going to burst.
"Well, it's not your first kiss with a TWD guy, is it? There were rumors of your relationship with Tom Payne." Another voice is heard on the other end of the microphone and Norman turns to look at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
He didn't know.
"Me and Tom didn't last too long..." You admit looking sideways at Norman. "We're good friends, we didn't want to mess that up...besides it's not like kissing the great Daryl Dixon." You joke and everyone seems to agree, but the smile Norman gives you isn't sincere and you get scared.
You can't say you know each and every one of Norman's expressions, but you know that gesture is a smile out of commitment, but there's something in his head that's messing with his head and you're not sure what it is.
The rest of the questions are normal, nothing compromising, people don't keep harping on the kiss between your character and Daryl, yet you sense some tension in Norman, but he hasn't looked back at you after he discovered your moment with Payne.
"You have no right to be mad, asshole." He says to himself rubbing his face with both hands as he walks out of the theater after your little panel.
For today you are done, people are making their last purchases in the merchandising area, you guys are done signing, only the last stragglers are left and you can go home. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone, he knows it's an hour when maybe Mingus is still busy, but he tries. He dials his number and walks away a bit so he can talk to him.
"Dad?" He hears on the other end. "Hey, hi, how was the convention?"
"Good, more intense than I expected..." he sighs taking out a cigarette and the first puff completely engulfs him.
"Is everything okay? do you need to talk?"
"I'm a dick." He says matter-of-factly. "I have no right to be angry, she can do whatever she wants, but... God I feel like punching Tom..." He confesses.
"Oh..." Mingus' voice trails off and Norman freezes looking at his phone for a moment and then puts it back to his ear.
"Did you know!" He questions him hallucinating.
"She told me, yeah, I thought you knew too...it was no big deal..."
"She...!" He bites his tongue in time not to scream again and looks around, takes another puff on his cigarette wanting to temper his nerves. "She never told me...why? I knew about her other asshole boyfriends...Is it that Tom did something to her?"
"No! It's not that dad, maybe she'd be embarrassed because he was a mate, I don't know dad, but yeah you're a bit of a prick for taking offence like that, a few days ago you had a friend in your apartment, remember?"
"I know, I know. I have no right to... get like that, but I thought she trusted me..." He says that last thing with a made up voice.
"And trust you, Dad, don't make a bigger deal out of it than it might be..."
"Norman." You call out to him, tapping him on the shoulder. Norman turns to you feeling uncovered but you smile kindly at him. "Sorry, I didn't know you were..."
"It's Mingus." He hastens to clarify. "Well son we'll talk, thanks for calling." He says quickly and hangs up.
"Poor Mingus, you didn't need to hang up on him so quickly." You laugh, but you're nervous, Norman is nervous, you can see it in his tense face, in how he's holding his cigarette and in the twitching of his leg.
"No, it's okay, it was nothing important, what's wrong?"
"Nothing... you're... you're fine?" you dare to get a little closer and pull his bangs back.
"Yeah, it's not... it's just that I'm a dick." He sighs long. "Don't make a big deal out of it, shall we go home?"
"Yeah, my sister's already finished picking everything up, I'll help her take it to the store tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll give you a hand too."
You smile gratefully and see his face change again, there's something still stirring inside him, but it's okay, it's no longer the same smile he showed you before, so you relax. You both go back inside, help your sister and go back to your parents' house to sleep for the rest of the day. You are both exhausted, physically and mentally.
When your mother arrives home a feast awaits you, your mother has made sure you are all well fed. As the night before, taking advantage of the nice weather, dining outdoors is pleasant and you can stretch the after-dinner conversation. Slowly everyone leaves, even your sister returns home to say goodbye to you, thanking you again for helping her with the convention, and you and Norman remain at the table. Your co-worker dares to light a cigarette and you finish the last morsel left on your plate. You both remain silent, but you know something is still on his mind, the way he touches his lip with his thumb holding the cigarette lets you know he's turning something over in his head.
"You want to tell me about it?" You say suddenly, you see his pupils vibrate bringing him back to reality, he blinks a couple of times and fixes his attention on you, you smile. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, just... I was thinking..." He starts to say and takes a long drag on his cigarette. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asks you swallowing the smoke, holding it in his lungs for a few seconds. "You didn't trust me?"
"What? are you talking about Tom?" you reply and you see him avert his gaze licking his lips with the tip of his tongue. "No... No! Of course I am, I..." You shrug not knowing what to say. "It wasn't... it wasn't important..."
"I knew about... the other assholes you were dating..." You try to justify your discomfort, but you remember Mingus' words, you have no right to be harping and nagging about it, but you can't help it.
"I know, but... Well we weren't hiding it either, it just... it only lasted a few months, then we each found another way... I don't know Norman, I'm sorry."
"No, God you don't have to apologize to me, I..." He rubs his forehead with his palm. "Just forget it, okay? It was a stupid question."
You stare at him, the nervousness is still in him, but he tries to disguise it with a small smile, he pulls out his phone and points it at the sky taking a picture of the moon. You sigh, you know the conversation has been left there, Norman is not going to bring it up again, and he will avoid it as much as he can. Yet you feel that there is a gap to be filled, something that has suddenly planted itself in the middle of the two of you. You can feel that strange distance and you don't know what to do.
