This book has imagines about Norman Reedus and his characters.
I take requests. I will wright any kind of story you would like.
I also do smut. So be prepared there will be smut in this book.
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Jen was late, stressed and late to be exact. Getting into the city and then across it to Brooklyn had been a bitch although she supposed she shouldn't have really expected anything less on New Year's Eve. She was feeling slightly frazzled by the time her cab deposited her in front of the modest apartment building by the river and when her very-pregnant friend, Natalie, had opened the door to let her in, she'd taken one look at Jen's face and steered her straight into the kitchen to fix her a drink. The apartment was crowded with faces that Jen both knew or thought she did, mutual friends of hers and Nat's or acquaintances of Nat's musician husband, Devon. When a guy the size of a mid-size SUV with multiple piercings and a tattoo of a moose on his bicep wearing a t-shirt that proclaimed 'Fear the Mosquito' passed her on his way to the refrigerator, she had self-consciously smoothed the fabric of her simple-yet-stylish little black cocktail dress and wondered if she wasn't a little over-dressed. When Natalie had invited her, she'd made it sound a little more dinner party-ish and a little less kegger at the Frat House, not that Jen had a problem with either scenario, she just would have liked to have dressed appropriately if the night was going to end with her playing strip beer pong like it had the last time she'd been invited over.
"So, Norman's coming," Natalie had told her with a sly grin, peering over the top of her enormous non-alcoholic fruit drink, a stick of leafy celery and a gaudy paper umbrella hiding half her face.
"Oh," she'd replied, knowing exactly where Natalie was leading with this turn in the conversation.
"Uh-huh and I told him you'd be here too."
"Nat, you have got to stop with this matchmaking shit. Last month you tried to set me up with Devon's bass player, the month before that it was your mailman! Now it's Norman Reedus, what kind of crack are you on, girl?"
"Pftt, those others were just wrong, I see that now. I blame the pregnancy hormones."
"You're still pregnant!"
"But Norman is different. I just know that you two will hit it off, you're like peas in a pod... well if the pod was kinda odd shaped and the peas had completely different interests but enough in common to still be perfect for each other."
"What could you possibly think that he and I would have in common, Nat? I swear to God, if I didn't love you like a sister and you weren't carrying my little God-spawn in there, I'd have had you committed by now. I'm a thirty-something, 9-5 office worker who likes to cook and laze around in my garden. You're more likely to catch me reading a book on a Saturday night than hanging out on the red carpet, snorting cocaine or whatever it is that celebrities do these days."
"Actually I'm trying to cut back on the cocaine, it gives me hives."
Jen had frozen to the spot as the familiar voice had come from behind her, ears buzzing from the blood suddenly doing a tango through her veins, her eyes glued to Natalie's grinning face in front of her and she'd momentarily wondered if punching a pregnant woman in the face would be morally wrong given the situation. Slowly, oh so slowly, she had turned around, hoping that she had just had an auditory hallucination and dying a little inside when she realized that she hadn't and Norman was really standing behind her alongside a sniggering Devon who wasn't even trying to hide his amusement.
