Marvel, TMNT, Slashers and more!
Just a various compilation of different fictional characters accepted by request or from my head.
Most (if not all) are from my Tumblr blog @ Notso-average-writer .
------------------------ (Y/n) brushed the wrinkles out of her white apron and blew air pass her lips. The diner was at its dullest hour, being three in the morning and all. The smell of coffee filled the establishment, even though the last customer who ordered coffee left about an hour ago. Late 20's swing music played lowly in the background, but since it was so quiet, it was the loudest thing in the room.
(Y/n)'s shift ends in a couple of hours but she was ready for it to be over now. The amount of hours she had to work a week was enough to earn a decent living could make anyone collapse in exhaustion, but there was one upside to working in a city that never sleeps. Seeing the customers that just got off from their dead hour shifts to get some sort of food before they crash of fatigue because they gave her some kind of comfort knowing that she wasn't the only one working in the unholy hours of the night.
A little bell rung as the front door opened, bringing a cool breeze into the restaurant and bringing life to (Y/n) in the process. She put on a weary but kind smile to greet the person walking in the diner, straight to the bar.
"Good evenin', how can I help you, hun?" She asked sweetly as she pulled out her notepad and pad. She awaited an answer, but didn't receive one. Making her look up at the man,
"Sir?" She asked quietly.
The man had the eyes of a dying soul. With bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair, he reeked of sadness and dispair and all (Y/n) wanted to do was comfort the poor guy.
"Can I just have a cup of black coffee?" He asked hoarsely as he pinched the bridge if his nose.
(Y/n) smiled brightly and nodded slightly. "Sure thing." And made her her way to the coffee maker at the other side of the bar.
The room fell quiet and the voice of Frank Sinatra could be heard once again.
"Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On a, Jupiter and Mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby, kiss me"
(Y/n) smiled and sung along to the lyrics, this song always seemed to play sometime during her shift and the more she heard it, the more she grew to love it. Once the coffee finished, she poured it into a coffee cup and made her way back to the sorrowful man.
The sound of humming filled her ears and decided to use that as an ice breaker.
"You like Sinatra?" She asked casually as she leaned on the back counter.
The man looked up and made a smile that didn't quite meet his crystal blue eyes. "Yeah, I kinda grew up with listening to him." He responded nostalgically.
"Oh, were your folks oldies?" She asked curiously as she leaned an elbow on the countertop.
"You could say that." He spoke and sipped his cup. (Y/n) nodded and let the conversation die on it's own, not pushing the subject any further.
Eventually, the man soon asked for some pound cake to take home and paid. Leaving (Y/n) to close up and go home.
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And that's how things went for two weeks. The man would come in, ask for a cup of coffee and pound cake to-go, then leave. Of course (Y/n) would strike up conversation, but the man would just answer vaguely. (Y/n) could feel that he was warking up to her, so, after a couple nights, the man introduced himself.
"So, Mystery Man?" (Y/n) called nonchalantly as she poured his black coffee in his cup with a kind smile.
He looked up and stared at (Y/n) with friendly eyes and cake in his mouth. "Yes?" He responded and wiped his hands on a napkin.
"Do you have a name, or are you that perplexing?" She questioned sassily. He chuckled and adjusted himself on the barstool.
"Well, my name is-" he started, but was cut off by the door opening up loudly and a voice.
"Bucky!" the man bursting through the door called. (Y/n) looked at the man in shock, mentally asking herself what was going on.
"Is this where you go to at night? I've been worried sick about you!" The blonde man shouted as the man presumed to be 'Bucky' shuttered.
They men started arguing, with the dark haired man throwing comments like: "I'm a grown man!" And "I was coming back!" The way that they were arguing reminded (Y/n) of a old married couple, making her snort in laughter rather loudly.
Both of the men stopped abruptly to look at (Y/n), making her freeze and blink in shock. She quickly grabbed a rag and started to wipe the countertop, she had almost forgot that she was at work.
Bucky sighed and told the blonde man that he would out in a minute, he reached in his pocket and pulled a twenty dollar bill out, along with a piece of scrap paper.
"Keep the change, Doll." He called over his shoulder as he waltzed out the diner.
(Y/n) looked up to see piece of paper on the countertop with scribbles on it, she furrowed her eyebrows and slid the paper and the dollar bill towards her.
"Thanks for the hospitality, Sweetheart. -Bucky (000)- 325-0089"
(Y/n) smiled and pulled her lip between her teeth, silently screaming.
Hey guys! So sorry that it's so short, but you could always send in requests and I could write longer ones!
Hey guys! So sorry that it's so short, but you could always send in requests and I could write longer ones! Message me to join my taglist or send in a request!
-Teja🌻✌🏾
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