#parlor verse

[the-blackest-spider]

Comfortable

@morgansmornings

Morning was around noon or so depending on various factors. Usually if she slept alone, it was around that, if not then a little later. Also depended on how well she slept. Which today, this morning or whatever it was, she had slept well for once, it did happen.

Eying the time and figuring Baz was due any time, Natasha dressed, comfortably for now in some sweats and a tank top before heading down stairs to turn on the lights and check mail and other things.

And of course the second the elevator doors opened and she stepped into the club Natasha knew something was off.

It was just a feeling, similar to the one people often got when they forgot something. It wasn’t a feeling she had often or at all that she could think of, offhand. But it was there and it had her checking every inch of the place until she found the source.

A familiar dark head of hair using a book for a pillow in the corner of one of the sitting areas.

Jay.

Did she wake her or…

She probably should wake her.

Carefully, not wanting to startle her too much, Natasha reached out, her hand coming to rest on the younger woman’s shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze.

“Morning, sunshine.”

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Affection

@justabrooklynkid

Very little got passed Nat. She knew her employees, her dancers, even some of the regulars well enough to know when something was off. She had noticed something was up with Thing 1, Steve all day. He just didn’t seem like his normal self from afternoon rehearsals to performances that night. She had watched with some concern, then a lot more as the night had gone on. Enough that when the club closed up for the night, she gave the quick nod at Baz, leaving him in charge and pulled the blond upstairs before he could protest otherwise.

Her apartment was clean, but at times it was a bit cluttered and usually with clothing and or shoes. She had a habit that first thing off when she got upstairs was her shoes and thus a small collection of them had formed there by the elevator doors. She followed the mode now, slipping the strappy heels off and becoming shorter by two inches…

Which left Rogers towering over her even more.

But she didn’t mind.

“You want a drink or something?” Ever the hostess, she had snacks too or leftover take out foods of some sort. Cooking? Didn’t happen or at least not by her hands if it did. Some of the guys were kitchen savvy, which was nice.

She looked at him, head tilting for a moment before she stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a water for herself from the fridge.

“What’s going on?” She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t sugar coat, she got right to the point. “You’ve been… well, not you all day.”

[the-blackest-spider]

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

When the universe decides That two souls are destined, it will stop at nothing. It does not matter. What is meant to be, will be. Sometimes another will be intertwined, who is just as connected to each individual soul. But still at the core it is them, two beings tied together by invisible strings drawing them in until there is no doubt left. They belong together, forever and always.

@ouronlyhope

[the-blackest-spider]

💖 💭 ❌ Hey, look, I didn't send them all! And, you know who it's for so lol Whatever AU, they're all loved.

Headcanon about my muse’s relationship withthem: In all the verses, Natasha trusts Anakin more than she lets on,mostly she doesn’t let on because his ego doesn’t need to be pampered any morethan it usually is.

A thought my muse hashad about them: Again all the verses “You are going to get me into so muchtrouble.”

For something my musewill never tell them: In our regular verse and the Teacher/Student deal she’llnever tell him that he sometimes makes her feel old. In the Parlor she won’ttell him that some people were against him being hired. In the Hetaera au she’llnever admit she’s actually a little frightened of him.

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Do You Know What You Want

@lilxlionxman

Most nights or mornings, despite what many thought, Natasha found herself sitting down in the club, watching Baz detail the bar. He was a meticulous creature and she appreciated his craft that effort of dedication even if she had told him time and time again it wasn’t necessary to go to such lengths, that his job was secure for as long as he wanted it. But he always insisted otherwise.

And granted sometimes the lot of them didn’t make his job easy. Things were often pilfered and or moved around, sometimes to torment and playfully tease the bar manager and other times just because it was needed and its original location forgotten when one was done with it.

It had been a solid evening, enough that everyone had been pretty beat after the doors had shut and the floor cleared and dealt with. Nat hadn’t worried about a cleaning crew, she had one and it gave them some extra hours on the clock for more cash to make sure they all had what they needed. Tony didn’t mind it, in a way it saved him too even though that wasn’t necessary.

Her night cap at the moment was not a usual for her in any sense, sometimes she craved something sweet and absolutely benign. A strawberry daiquiri, extra on the strawberries and a straw from which she drank, it feet bare and legs crossed and hair down while sharp green eyes watched every move the man made.

He looked good doing what he did and once upon a time she had entertained him as she did others, but after a time or two it just… didn’t jive. He was a friend. He was uncomplicated as fuck and she was perfectly fine keeping it that way. And now he had interests anyways.

“You can ask him out you know, I share. He isn’t mine…”

Though she realized he could be, some of them could. She could settled with one or two, a bit more. They all got a long, they all liked one another for the most part, though some well… sharing wasn’t exactly their thing.

But she wasn’t going to keep someone, especially Baz from happiness if he could have it. Nat wasn’t like that, even if it seemed to some like she could be.

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Private Show

@theassassinhawk

Honestly it was a rare day when one of the guys wanted to run a routine by her. Usually Ben approved them, but she couldn’t say no, not a chance to getting a private performance anyways. She did enjoy that very much… though she might be a little hesitant in offering to help them practice though since the other night.

But she wasn’t going to think about that right now, it wouldn’t be fair. And it wasn’t often she saw Clint lately at least one on one. Back in the day, when the Parlor first started and it was only the two of them, then Steve and Bucky.

My how things had changed in ten years’ time.

Which reminded her, they needed to figure out how to celebrate that. Maybe a party or something, but again it was something to worry about later as she settled on one of the plush leather couch like benches towards the front and waited to see what Clint had in store.

He never failed to deliver something fresh and unique. His life experiences helped a great deal and she appreciated his artistry as did many. He had a decent following on the fan page and always got a ton of things from that following.

“I’m ready.” She called out, letting him know she was settled.

It was always weird to be in the club like this, but at the same time it was nice too, the quiet and the private feeling that gave.

Also it meant she could be entirely comfortable, hair down, feet bare and just in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. She did like getting dressed up, but there was nothing like being comfortable either.

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Bad Night (Day)

@guiltybydissociation

It was a combination of things that woke her. The storm that had come up, typical for this time of year and the fact she hadn’t closed the curtains all the way, the flash of light bright enough to illuminate the room even in daylight around her and her mind playing tricks, eyes still laden with sleep. It also didn’t help that she had been dreaming and so her mind and eyes when the flash happened followed closely by the drumming thunder (which had woke her the most), she swore she had seen the figure of a man standing in her room.

And one would think with the man sleeping next to her she’d feel safe, be able to turn back over and go back to sleep, but she hadn’t.

Instead she had gotten out of bed, quietly so, used to sneaking around thanks to her former life and went into the kitchen.

It didn’t help she had been drinking most of the night, so it didn’t take her long to get drunk, head swimming. But it didn’t prove to be enough of a distraction. So her mind started to think of things, traveling back to the bedroom and the other occupant of her bed.

She wanted him.

She always did and normally she respected the fact he was shy in that department, self-conscious. She understood, but damn it she needed a distraction and he was here. So why call someone else? Why have to go down stairs to get distracted properly? She had what she needed, wanted right up here just down the hall.

Back to the bedroom she went, stumbling a little, any finesse gone from her movements as she crawled onto the bed, up him and plopped down astride his hips. He was probably awake… she figured he was. But she didn’t care as she trailed her fingertip down the middle of his face, giggling as she leaned forward to look at him closer in the dim room, tensing as thunder rolled again.

“I know you’re awake…” she sing-songed, giving her hips a little wiggle.

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In Russia, in order to get a job and off the streets, Natasha lied about her age, claiming she was eighteen when she was only sixteen. When it was growing close to her actual eighteenth birthday is when everything went wrong and she found escape to the States where she tried to lie about her age still, but it didn’t fly as easily and so she became the youngest co-owner of a club in the history of Las Vegas at the age of eighteen (she’s twenty eight now in the rp).