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Chapter 1:Bitter…Sweet…Tempting🍓🍓🍓

TW: Older man, age gap ✨✨✨✨

      Bitter… Sweet…Tempting, that’s the first impressions you’d received when you introduced yourself to your new neighbor. You had recently move into your new one bedroom apartment near your college. The condition of the apartment seems inhabitable for it’s price and the neighborhood seems safe enough since the home owner said there hasn’t been any crime that occur around here. You doubt that since the predatory eyes that seems to lurk in every corner of the street and ally never seem to leave you alone ever since you’ve moved there. Then why would you sign the lease agreement to rent this very apartment you deem to be unsafe. Money of course.

    A college student who works, 2 jobs a week have little to no choice when it comes to her lifestyle. Like they say, beggars can’t be choosers. Try to make something good out of it, you decided to make your presences known to your surrounding by baking a few chocolates chipped cooked and give it around to the neighbours. The perfect gift of sweet with occasion bites of bitterness from the dark chocolate chips to ease the sweetness.

No matter how delicious your chocolate cookies were, no one seems to open the door when you go knocked on them with a plate of chocolate chipped cookies. A few shuffling of feet can be heard inside as if they were checking who's on the other side from the peek hole, before they move away. This makes you feel defeated since you realized they just choose not to open the door. You coax it up to them being paranoid and thinks you’re some type of scam. You can’t blame them, after all the neighborhood you live in isn’t as safe as you wish it to be. That is until you knock on the apartment right next to yours. You hesitantly wait to hear the shuffling of feet and then.

    The door swung open and your eyes meet the figure in front of you. A man who looks to be in his late 30s, looks to be average height and build, with a slight tanned skin. His hair, inky strands of black that seems to fall over his face a bit. His bored small brown pupils stares into your eyes which made you want to crumble into the ground. His large nose stands out to you more then you expect it to be.

“How can I help you?” His voice snaps you out of your daydream. You didn’t expect a man with a chilling atmosphere to have such a gentle voice.

“Oh um, I’m actually your new neighbor next door and I just want to let you know that. Oh also here’s cookie for you.” You said nervously and hand him the paper plate with cookies in it.

His gaze shift to the cookies and his bored expression morph to surprise and appreciation.

“Thank you, that’s really nice of you. I really appreciates it.” He said as he takes the paper plate from your hands, which makes you realize our size differences.

“Sure, my name is Y/N L/N. If you need anything, I live just a few steps away from you.” You said with a nervous giggle not realizing how creepy that sounds.  A soft smile slips onto the neighbour’s expression which caught you off guard.

“My name is Hiromi Higuruma. I’ll keep in mind to do so.” His gentle eyes dissipates any form of eeriness that came off from his earlier. You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up with this newfound gentleness from him.

  Ever since that day, you find your mind circling about your neighbour. You wonder what type of person he is. Is he a cat person or a dog person? He looks like a cat person. Is he a beer or a cocktail man? He looks to be in his late 30s so how much older could he be… 1..2…3..4..5.. Your finger held up to count the difference in your age with his on your pink couch. Eyes widen to realize the age gap. You roll yourself on your stomach with your face down on the sofa in defeat.

  That’s too much. But I mean, Leonardo and his girlfriend got 24 years of age gap so this isn’t too bad right? Oh god what am I thinking. You thought as you hide your face in the cushion pillow to suffocate any thoughts of your neighbour to know avail.

God this is torture.

Next morning, when you head out for school early, you bump into the devil himself in the elevator. As the Elevator door is near to closing. You saw Higuruma ran out his apartment. He didn’t even need to say the word and your fingers quickly find the door open button of the elevator. As if your body react faster then your brain.

  “Thank you” He thanked you in a breathless deep voice which sends heat up your cheeks.

“No problem.” Your voice seems to not even be heard by him as he quickly fix his lose tie that he hang carelessly around his collar.

His hair a bit messy and the smell of after shave emitting from him. Your heat sinks a bit realizing your presence matter little compares to how you feel about him. You stands beside him in the cool elevator, but you feel yourself so far away from him, almost out of reach.

   Just before the elevator reach to the G floor. He turn to face you almost in an urgent manner which woke you up from your spiralling thoughts.

“Do I look good?” He ask such as question as if asking for a serious business document. His face all serious which made the question more important then it really is.

“I- Yea yea you look great.” You stammer out as the elevator reach the G Floor. As the door opens he left you with cruel good bye.

“Thanks Y/N” he said with a gentle voice and rushed out the elevator only leaving a glimpse of a gentle smile with and eyes that only express, a tease and satisfaction from your reaction.

As his heavy foot steps part further from you, you were left in the elevator, all alone, face flushed and heart racing, longing for more of his presence.

God this is torture.

(Hi guys, for people who follows me, yes i am back from my hibernation of writer's block. This man has been driving me crazy these days and the idea of him being my neighbor really just drag me out of writer's block. Crazy thing is i have exam coming up so I might not be posting regularly. However, I will try my best to keep you guys updated. Other then that, I apologizes if there's any grammatical errors and I hope you enjoyed. Thank you <3 ) 💗💗💗💗💗💗

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Chapter 6: Salvatore

  (Thank you for reading my fanfic, sorry I haven’t written for so long. Schools just opened so I am stressing out on it.  Thank you for having faith in me. TW:  Kidnapping, violence, a bit of religious theme.)

   Warm, too warm for your liking. Your eyes squint open and the first thing you realize is the weight. Something heavy weighs on your chest. You look down through your heavy lids. All the sleepiness dissipates from your body at the sight. Edward rests his head over her chest with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Then the last night incident ran through your head like a train.

He drugged me.

“AHhhhh.” Y/N’s scream startled Edward up. He jolts awake and before he could react, he felt himself being shoved off the bed causing him to drop flat on the wooden floor. He groans at the impact, however recovering quickly as he sits up straight with his hands up.

“Hey hey I can explain I got a good reason-“

“What reason? What reason is there for you to drug me and abduct me?” Y/N shouts back, her eyes filled with fear and rage. She realizes something cold around her ankle and her heart drops. She pulls back to the covers and-

She gasp at the sight of her ankle cuff in a thick metal, with a chain that is connected to the concrete wall.

Before her screams could be heard, she felt Edwards palm over her mouth, muffling her shut. She struggles against his hold. She trashes and shoves him off, but it was to no avail. Edward is clearly bigger than her and surprisingly stronger. Edward doesn’t like this. Not at all. Nevertheless, he did expect some resistance from her, after all he did kidnap her by force even if it’s for her own good. Her wrap his arms around her, trapping her body against his with his other hand press tightly over her mouth. Silencing her screams for help.

“Stop please will you just listen to me? For a sec-“ Y/N doesn’t stop. She kept trashing and struggling until one of her hands went free. Without a thought in mind, she swings a hard slap across his face. To her horror, the impact only causes Edward’s head to jerk to the side a bit due to the hit but not much damage had been done. He clenches his jaw and lets out a deep sigh.

 Y/N realizes his hold on her got tighter. His head turns back to her. His cold insensitive gaze meets her watery eyes.

“That’s it.” He mutters coldly under in breath.

Before you knew it, your body was lifted, earning screams and kicks out of you before your body was thrown into the closet. You try to escape out of it, but Edward pushes you back in, his hand places over your shoulder blades. Gripping it tight as he pins you to the back of the closet. He didn’t realize his strength as rage took over him. Y/N could only whimper and cry.

“You know, I was planning to treat you good this morning. I don’t know, cook you pancakes, make you a warm glass of milk but no. No, you just gotta spoil it.” He mutters in a low threatening tone. His eyes don’t portray shyness or awkwardness no more. It’s filled with sadistic hunger, mixed with vile rage.

“DON’T Y’CHA?!” He screams causing your body to flinch and your ears to ring.

“You’re gonna learn Y/N. You gonna learn how much you need me-“He said as the start to wrap the long chain that is hooked to your ankle around your legs tight. You scream and try to push him away, but he grabs both of your ankles and squeezes them together to the point of pain.

“How you’re nothing without me!” With swift movements he wraps the remaining chains around your legs and wrists, trapping you in an uncomfortable fetal position. You scream for help and from panic only getting a manic laugh from Edward.

“Scream all you want angel. This is East End. No one’s gonna bat an eye just because they heard a girl scream.”

With that, he slams the closet door shut. He must have chained the closet handles together because you can’t slam your body against the door to get out, even with the gap through the closet door, created by the chain from your ankle. You cry for help but then you hear Edward’s footsteps getting further and further away from you.

“W-wait WAIT PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!! PLEASEEE!!!” You scream as you slam your body continuously against the closet door. You were too wrapped up in your own desperation, you didn’t realize the closet slowly tipping over.

“PLEASE LET ME OUTTT. LET ME-“You suddenly squeal when you feel the closet  falling to the front. Your head hit hard against the closet door as the fall made its impact. Your head rings as you feel something warm leaking out of your forehead.

“please anyone help me..” You sob, your voice so small to the point you doubt anyone other than yourself can hear your pathetic cry in the pitch black closet.

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 “Ed what will happen if you get adopted?” Y/N asks curiously.

The sun was high in the sky while an 8-year-old boy and a 6-year-old girl played on the girl’s lawn.

“I would probably move in with them.” He sits beside Y/N who is busy digging dirt for worms.

“Wait so you will be gone forever?” She said in shock and nearly dropped her toy shovel.

“I won’t be gone forever; I would come visit you of course.”

“But we won’t be able to play together, and you would make new friends.” The boy looks at her a bit dumbfounded.

“No, I don’t think I would be making new friends.” Not that he has any other than her even now.

“No, I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want you to be gone.” Y/N said while pouting, tears started to well up in her eyes which made Edward panic a bit.

“Hey hey, I won’t be gone, ok? I promise.” he said nervously.

“Y-you promise?”

“Yea pinky promise.” He said as he held up his mouse bitten pinky. Without an ounce of disgust Y/N hooks her pinky around his.

“Ok pinkies promise you would never leave me.”

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“I pinky promise.” Edward mutters under his breath to himself as his eyes gaze at his pinky on the train.

He leans his head on the glass window and let out a deep sigh. Y/N had never left his mind in peace the entire day. Not even when Zach asked if he had seen her. Not even when his boss brings up looking into the Wayne enterprise. Not even when he reports the crime that Mr. Stone committed to the police with a different person. He walks down the street worried. Fuck I didn’t even feed her breakfast. She must be hungry. He thought as he entered his apartment.

“Angel I’m home, sorry I was away for long-“Edward’s eyes widen when he enter the bedroom.

Quickly, he rushed to lift the closet back to its standing position with little effort. He rushed to unchain the closet door and once he swung the door open. He sees Y/N, laying there with dried up blood from her forehead and nose. Tears soak cheeks. Chained up in a fetal position, a sleep. His heart breaks at the sight of this. He didn’t expect things to escalate this far. He curses at himself while he unchains her. He pops out the key from his pocket and unlock the cuff on her ankle and rubs the redden area with him thumb tenderly.

“I’m so sorry Angel I promise to come home early tomorrow, ok? I’m sorry.” He murmurs sweet nothings to her as he holds her in his arms.

  Slowly Y/N starts to steer awake from his hold but does nothing to pull away from him. Tears stream down her face in despair. Seeing this, it made him fall into pieces more. He gently guides her weak arms to wrap around his neck as he picks her up in a bridal style, carefully caring her into the bathroom.

“I-I reported the police about Mr. Joon.” He mutters in a soft voice which would bring no comfort into the situation she’s in.

He gently places you down on the toilet seat before turning to the small bathtub to start the water. Y/N doesn’t need to be a genius to know what’s going to happen next. She distracts her mind by staring on to the pale tile floor, dissociating from herself from how he checks the temperature of the water, how he closes the tap when he deem it to be the right amount of water, how he come back near her and look into her soulless eyes for any sign of response from her.

“I mean I haven’t seen the police busting through New Beginning, but I’m sure they will be coming soon. Right?” He chimed, trying to uplift the mood.

   He kneels in front of her with his hands softly holding her as he gazes into Y/N with his hopeful eyes, hoping, wishing, pinning to be praised for his heroic actions toward Mr. Joon’s death yet nothing came from her. Just a look of anguish in her eyes, which remains of the tile wall. Her once lively eyes turn dull and empty, with no sign of life in them. Edward let out a long sigh at the sight of this. He takes her delicate hands making him cup his cheeks like last night when she holds his cheek in a tender manner but now, her hands cup his cheeks in an awkward lifeless manner. Edward slightly grips on to her hands that cup his cheeks, trying to get any slight form of comfort from human connection that he lost, or something he never had.

   Tears roll down his cheek as he sobs pathetically on his knees in front of her. Cold tears wet her fingers and hands. Never once did her face shift from the look of despair. Like a sad angel in the cemetery. She remains intact beautifully not on a grave with wings but on a toilet in a yellow lit bathroom with mint green tiles covering the walls. 

“I-I had to. If they know, you know. They will kill you. They will.” He whispers weakly as he kisses her wrists tenderly.

“Please I’m doing this for your sake, I-I can’t lose you. I need you. I can’t d# this with#ut you. Pl###e und##*#and. I-I ca*#* #i#* with #*self if you #*$e t# be %#e. I d$%^t *#ow #*at I%$# do. I-I *on*t #^ink I c*#*d live #*## myself. Please u##%%#sta##. I ###*# l#se y**. Y## a## ## #####. #### s##ce the ########. Pl## *#.”

Sounds start to buzz in her brain. Edward’s words start to muffle away with the buzzing of the yellowish light bulb. Her eyes trained on the ants crawling on the wall. Where are they going? They are moving up. Must be to get away from the water. Or are they just going home? Home. It must be warm. It must have a soft pink bed. With plushies all around the headboard. Or with a soft rug. Home.

I miss home.

“gasp”

Y/N snaps out of her daydream when she felt her body suddenly being pulled to the tile floor. Landing on the lap of Edward. Her thighs either side of Edward’s waist as she pulls her tight against him. Her hands fall onto his shoulders almost instinctively. She tries to push him off but his death grip on her wouldn’t loosen no matter how hard she tries. One of his large cold hands grabs on to the back of her neck while the other holds tightly around her waist, pushing her body against his, squishing her in an uncomfortable hold.

“Please stay, please don’t leave me, even in with your mind, even with your soul. Stay with me.” He murmurs against her shoulder in a broken whisper. His wet cheeks soak the crook of her neck and her collar bone as he hides his face there. Leaving a cold trail of wetness across her neck.

Disgusting.

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‘Drip Drip Drip.’

  You glare at the water dripping water from the tab that drips into your bathwater intensely. Trying to keep your sanity intact. He’s insane. If you knew kindness could kill you, you wouldn’t had been too kind but here you are. Sinking into the shallow bathtub rethinking all the mistakes you had done to lead you here. You thought about jumping out the bathroom window, the floor is not too high but running in the alley way of East End naked is like asking to be killed. No, you must be patient. Just breath. Your eyes land on the purplish bruises that are already forming a bit at your shoulder and ankles. The skin on that area tingles a bit but not something you can’t handle. However, the sight of it raises the bile up your throat. I look like dad.

‘Knock Knock.’ “Y/N sorry to interrupt but I’m just worried. You’ve been there for a long time; I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Edward nervous voice came out of the other side of the door which made Y/N jumped a bit.

“Oh okay.” She mutters back. With that she stood up from the cold waters and wrapped herself with a towel Edward gave.

“Sorry, I know you want some time alone, I just can’t stand leaving you-“The door swing open before he could finish. His eyes quickly landed on the bruises on her body. His face goes from a nervous to a regretful expression.

“Come let me, patch you up.” He said under his breath as he takes her hand and guide her to the bed. He then walks over to the medicine cabinet to bring out some cream.

Y/N sits on the bed as gestures you to as he walks over to where you sat and kneel in front of you on the wooden floorboard. He gently applies the cream over on your bruised ankle soothing the pain at the area, slowly moving his way up to your shoulder where a yellowish purple bruise is forming. He sucks in a sharp breath at the sight. He gently applies at the cream there, sighing occasionally. Y/N’s eyes stare at Edward expression in curiosity. Wondering how he can go from an emotion rack to an angry monster, to a sad child all in just one day span. The entire time they didn’t exchange words.   When done, he sat back on his heels on the wooden floor, his eyes never leaving the bruises he made. He gently picks up her small feet in his hand. Y/N observes what he would do next and be baffled by what he did next. Leaning down, Edward softly kisses the area on the ankle where the bruise is. His soft lips tickle her skin. She was about to protest until she felt wet tears on her feet. She didn’t even realize he was crying if it wasn’t for the tear droplets on her feet. He wipes if off desperately with his fingers. This action evokes something in her, which she never imagines feeling.

  Edward in his moment of sorrow, he felt a pair of soft hands face his head up. There he met those familiar pair of E/C eyes that look as confused as he is. Slender fingers wipe his tears off his cheeks caringly. Edward looks at her with wide eyes in awe. Like a light in an abyss. Like a-

“I forgive you”.

A pardon too good for him.

(Ok so starting off, the #*%$ are not my keyboard short circuiting. It’s on purpose as in my previous chapter 4 where Edward’s are stick together or wide apart, they are still understandable, and you can make out what he’s saying. Here, in Y/N’s perspective, all the things Edward is saying is too much for her to comprehend to the point she physically cannot understand a thing and not even able to make out what he’s trying to say. So, the readers are reading what she catches up and how she couldn’t understand why this is happening to her no matter how much Edward is trying to explain to her. Like how it’s all not making sense to her. I apologize if I offend anyone with a religious theme in there. It’s to show how much Edward idealizes Y/N and how much sorrow he felt. Bear in mind, he wasn’t upset because he hurt her, he’s fine with hurting her to keep her with him. He’s upset because he can’t ignore the pain, he inflicted on her. Which made his objective of kidnapping her to keep her from harm, all the more pointless when he’s the one who inflicts pain on her. Thank you for reading I hoped you enjoyed it.)

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NOT AN ASK but like your fic is so unbelievably so good to me :'00 I really loved how you structured it it's so good I swear I'm eating it up so HARD

Omggg thank you soo muchhhh. This really means a lot to me since When I first started this series, I didn't really have much confidence in it. Sorry I haven't post for a while. I've been really over worked with other things in hand that's why but don't worry this series is not dead yet.

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Chapter 5: Apologies Unheard

(Thank you for reading my fanfic. Here to remind you all again that this fanfic’s story line is not made by me. I just insert Y/N into the Riddler 2022 comic. I really recommend you read the comic beforehand. With that said, I hope you enjoy~

TW: Kidnapping, Drugging, Swearing)

   How did this happen to me?

    Around 12am, you roll around the bed, eyes wide open in thoughts. Why was he ignoring me? Did I upset him by what I said before? No, I didn’t say anything out of the line though. Oh no, what If I was a bother to him. You sit up on the bed. Your eye shift to your phone. I should try giving him a text.

Y/N: Hey I know it’s been a while but how are you doing? I’m sorry if I bothered you last time. I didn’t mean to; I was just worried about you. If you really want to do this, then I won’t force you out of it. Just be careful what you are dealing with.

Wait no, that’s still too long.

You: Hey I know it’s been a while but how are you doing? I’m sorry if I bothered you last time. I didn’t mean to; I was just worried about you./

No, still too much

You: Hey I know it’s been a while but how are you doing?

Hmmmm, we can work with that.

You send the message and lay back down on the bed. Eyes on the ceiling fan as your mind falls back into the abyss of thoughts. You don’t understand why you start to like Edward. No, it’s more like a curiosity than ‘like’ really. To be honest, he scares you sometime. You can feel something seriously wrong with him, something unexplainable. Like he’s hidden in plain sight but when you spot him, your heart jumps out of the rib cage in shock. But you suppress it down to be closer to him for one reason.

He looks so familiar. Like a lost memory that you can’t put your hand around. A missing piece to your puzzling mind.

  You were always a people pleaser. You weren’t like this all the time. Maybe your parents’ divorce has to do something with it. Ever since you moved downtown, you start being a people pleaser. ‘Hey Y/N can you go fill my water bottle?’ ‘Hey Y/N can you grab my books from my lockers?’ ‘Grab me a coffee while you’re at it, the usual.’ You hate it. Not the constant demands but the way you put up a kid’s TV host smile and reply, “Sure.” It’s almost a habit, saying ‘no’ even feels odd on your tongue.

“You should stop doing that.”

“Huh?” You turn to the voice beside you.

You are at the lobby of KMTJ. Waiting for the rain to calm down since you forgot to bring your umbrella, when a guy in his 20s pops up out of nowhere beside you. You were surprised by how you do not notice his presence until you heard his voice.

“Um Excuse me?”

“You should stop doing that. You say yes to everything.” He spoke softly as if he was speaking under his breath. How did you noticed?

“Oh really? I didn’t even notice that.” I said with a nervous smile.

“See you’re doing that again,”

That caught her a bit off guard.

“A what?”

“That smile. It’s fake.”

Part of you felt offended that a random stranger would call you out like that. Who does he think he is. But you…

“Oh, um sorry.”

“You can say I’m being a dick right now.”

“Wait no, you’re not-“

“No, it’s fine, you said yes, your whole life. Putting others before yourself. You’ll end up forgetting about yourself. Scream if you want to scream. Shout if you have to shout. Don’t hold back because if you hold back for long, you wouldn’t be able to make a sound in the future.”

Your eyes widen. The sound of rain drops fills the silence. The man looks down to the wet ground or the raining scenery but never turning to look at you. But you. Your eyes never left his. His words ring in your head.

‘Shout if you want to shout.’

You part your lips and-

“Ahhaa” You scream but it comes out as a pathetic squeal. The man turns his head to look at you in a flabbergasted expression.

 You quickly clap your palms over your mouth.

 You look up at him with wide eyes. And-

“Hahahehahah-“The man laugh hysterically at you. He covers face with his face and laughs. One of his hands holds his stomach to control himself.

“Stopp, you said I should scream. I still want to try- you know what forget it.” You turn to the left with a redden face before you feel a large hand holding your wrist. You turn around in surprise.

“I-I’m sorry but that was great. You did great.” He said with a smile on his face. His cheeks red from laughing so hard earlier. He looks so……...warm.

“I um don’t know why I told you that, I just don’t want to see you being stepped on by other people. The quote I just said is um from Rene. You should listen to his podcast. He give-“ He looks to the floor nervously. He rubs the back of his neck to calm his nerves.

“What’s your name?” You mutter softly, your eye never leaving his green eyes, but the boy’s gaze leaves the marble floor beneath him. His eyes drift to meet hers.

“Edward Nashton. You?”

“I’m Y/N L/N.”

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“Ting” Y/N didn’t even realize she had fallen asleep before she was woken up by the sound of her phone. She rolls to her side to check her phone and-

Eddie: Can we meet up? Right now?

Huh? That’s odd. Did something happen to him. Y/N start to worry.

You: Hey did something happened?

She quickly sat up on her bed, putting on her light gray jacket.

Eddie: It’s really important, I fucked up. I know it’s all of a sudden, but I need to meet you.

He didn’t even need to say it twice. She already got her shoes on with her phone in her hand.

You: Ok ok where? I’m coming.

Eddie: Can you meet me at the opposite at Shoreline loft? My apartment is there.

You: Okay just give me a few minutes, I will be there.

Y/N only realizes how off the situation is until she reaches the street. Her head is too wrapped up with worrying over Edward that she forgot to worry for herself. She looks around the neighborhood and realized how fucked up the place is. Shoreline loft is literally beside Iceberg Lounge. Why would Edward live in a place like this. She obviously looks so out of place, wearing her pjs and a jacket, walking down East End. What is she trying to get herself into?

You: Hey Edward, I’m near Iceberg lounge, where is your building?

Shortly after she texted that. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She jolted and almost screamed before meeting those familiar green eyes.

“Shit god, sorry Edward, you scared me.”

“Sorry I- come, I really need to talk to you.” Edward face look like he had seen a ghost, or he turned into a ghost because of how pale he looks. His eyes widen as if he had seen a dead body (Ironically)

 Edward leads her up to a flight of dark green stairs. She follows close by him, taking note of how dingy the place is. With graffiti on the stairs and the wall beside them. This place is a mess. When we got to his front door. He struggles hard with opening the lock due to how hard his hands were trembling. Y/N started to worry about what he had really got himself into.

“Here, let me help.” She gently takes the key from his hand and opens the red door with ease. He mutters a quick thanks before entering the apartment.

 After she closed the door behind her, she turned to face the apartment and realized how unkept it is. Not as in ‘messy-unkempt’ but doesn’t look like a home. The walls were yellow and beige with mold spots. Cold air surrounds the atmosphere with a slight mold and chemical smell to it. That’s when she realizes how dangerous her situation is. Even if she knew Edward, she’s not close enough with him to be at his apartment in ungodly hours. Furthermore, she was so in rush she didn’t even think of telling anyone that she was going to Edward’s house. No one knows she’s here. No one will know if he were to do anything to her.

“E-Edward? What is that you want to tell me?” She mutters trying to not sound nervous even though her trembling lips.

Edward grabs a glass of water and takes a huge gulp. He leans against the sink and lets out deep sigh before turning his head slightly to Y/N. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Um sure.” She except even though in her mind she wants to scream no and run out of the apartment.

Edward grabs a juice bottle from his fridge and starts to prepare a drink for her. He looks like he’s in a rush as his movements are quick and rapid.

“Um you can go take a seat on the-um.” He stops and thinks for a bit. He peers at his apartment with his hands on his hip.

His eyebrows raises a bit as if he had an idea. He walks into the other room. Y/N follows behind. He grabs a green chair at the corner of the room and places it in the middle of the room.

“There, have a seat.” With that he went back to the kitchen.

She did ask he ask her to. She waits there patiently. Her eyes wander over the piles and piles of ledgers stacked up over one another. There’s so many files and books that it spills out of shelves and piles up on the floor. The most concerning things in the room are cages. Rat cages, many of them. Y/N skin crawls at the sight of it even if there isn’t a single mouse in it.

“Here.” Edward hands her a glass of red liquid. She gulps at the sight of it. Something feels odd.

“It’s um cranberry.” He replies swiftly as if he realizes her suspicions.

“Oh okay.” She sips the juice not wanting to be rude.

“So, about what you want to say to me.”

“Oh, yea um, I-I saw a man die today.” Edward said as he sits on the rolling stool across her.

“What?” Y/N jaw drops.

“Yea, fuck.. I… Mr. Stone he-he’s in it too. He killed Mr. Joon too.”

“Wait wait slow down. Why would he do that?”

“He’s working For Falcone. He believes Mr. Joon was cutting money from him. Which is not true, and I think I may have caused his death.”

“Wait how?”

“I..I was the accountant that pointed out the dirty money. Which cause Mr. Stone to look through it and…” Edward’s voice quite down at the end of the sentence which Y/N could probably guess what happened.

He drops his head, with his face covering his palm and groans in frustration. Shortly follows by Edward’s quiet sobs. Y/N’s heart aches at the sight of Edward being in despair. She places her half empty cup on his work desk and directs her attention back to him. She places her hand softly over his back and caresses his back. He looks up to her with his tear soak cheeks. Without an ounce of disgust, Y/n wipes his tears off his cheeks with her thumb and caresses his face tenderly. She looks at him in such forgiving eyes. Something he doesn’t deserve.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Suddenly, Y/N got a sudden hit of daze. Her surroundings start to fade out. Her body and eye lids gradually start to grow heavy. Her body falls limp out of the chair on to the floor. Before she could make the impact, Edward swiftly got out of his rolling stool and caught Y/N in his arms on the floor.

“I’m sorry, I just had to I’m sorry.” He apologizes sound more like cries for forgiveness. He wraps his arms around her tightly, pulling her limp body close to him.

“I just had to.” He murmurs mostly to himself then to her as the last thing she felt was Edward’s hands holding her.

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Warmth. That’s what she remembered. Fire dances across her eyes. The sound of cries and scream echoes through the dark empty house. However, an award hand pats her back.

It feels warm.

Nice

And safe.

She leans into the touch, leaning her head against his small shoulders. Her eyes never leaves the fire dancing in the fireplace of her old house.

“What’s your name?” Her small voice came out.

“Edward. You?”

Edward

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Fuck Fuck fuck. What the fuck Edward? You got one thing good in your life and what have you done?

Edward contemplated what he had done while sitting beside Y/N on the bed in a fetal position. He chews on his nails anxiously as he waits all night for her to wake up. Did I give her too much. No, If I’m correct, she should be waking up soon. God is she dead? Edward often checks on her pulse or her breath when he has that thought. He places her ear on her chest slightly, to hear her heartbeat, it reassures him that she’s here, she safe, and she’s with him.

    He reasons with himself that what he did was right. In fact, he believes he should have done this sooner. The city is corrupted as hell. Isn’t really a place for an angel like her to dwell in. That’s why he needs to keep his angel safe. He hit the realization of how messed up the city is after what went down last night. The thought of losing you in such a manner haunts him. He loves you too much. Too much for him to bear. Too much for his own good. He needs to keep an eye on you. He has too.

 Edward finally snaps out of his abyss of thoughts when he felt the shift of the bed sheets. He turns to see Y/N slowly waking up from her forceful slumber. He didn’t speak a word, just watching her mundane action of waking up intrigues him. How he gets the chance to take a peek in her most vulnerable moment.  

 “Wh-where am i?” She mumbles, struggling to lift her eye lids as the effect of the drugs still hadn’t subside yet. He crawls closer to her from the foot of the bed. His face inches away from her, inspecting any sign of discomfort or nausea from the drugs he gave her.  

“Hey hey it’s alright, you’re safe. You’re with me. It’s alright.” He softly coos at her while running his finger through her soft hair then resting his large palms over her cheek. He rubs his thumb over the apple of her cheeks to comfort her.

“Edward?” Y/N tries to get a grip of her reality, but her brain is too scrambled up to take note of her surrounding or how dire the situation is.

“Yea, it’s me Ed. I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m sure the medication will fade away after a while but for now bear with me angel.” He mutters softly as he lays his head on her chest to hear her heartbeat.

His hand travels to her waist. Holding her tight against him as if she could dissipate in any second. His hard breaths gradually start to calm down by the sound of Y/N’s heartbeat. He closes his eyes as he takes in the little peace he has in his hand.

“You’re safe. You are safe now.” He murmurs against her skin. It sounds more like a force comfort as Y/N even in her delirious mind, she feels furthest thing for feeling safe.

(Ok well thank you for reading and yes, Edward’s apartment layout is confusing as shit. Like look man got a kitchen first thing you enter in the house. Here is the layout of his apartment and trust me, I made this out after watching the scene in Batman where Batman raids the Riddler’s apartment/ hide out. So, it’s source material accurate. Or maybe I’m not sure because I only see glimpses of his apartment, so I don’t think I am 100% correct but hey A for effort, right? Thank you for the supports and enjoying my art. There will be more chapters coming up soon so stay tuned. Other than that, thank you and I hope you enjoyed.)

Chapter 6: Salvatore

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Chapter 4: Angel in Hell City

(Thank you for reading this fanfic. Bear in mind, all this event happened after Edward stalked Mr. Joon who went to give his daughter money. The story line is not originally written by me. It’s the storyline of the Riddler 2022 comic. I just insert Y/N in the plot for the sake of the fanfic. TW: Bribery, Drugs, Stalking, Death)

 “Wait!! Whatt!! You did whattt??” Y/N’s eyes widened in shock.

“Shh shh slow down the others might-“Edward whisper-shouted her in a nervous tone.

“And you’re telling me this now! In the staff room?” She whisper-shouts at him back.

“Look I know, I break the promise but look. I found something crucial. I found some lead I could grab on to. There’s more to this Y/N.”

“I know but this isn't  child plays Edward. Seriously, something's off, something big. I don't want you to get tangled up in whatever mess might be lurking.” She said in a serious tone."Y/N I know but, if what I suspect is true, there's corruption and manipulation happening right under our noses. Someone needsto shine a lighton it.” “I getthat you wantto do theright thing but this. This could bedangerous, even life-threatening.” “But this isdifferent. I can't justturn a blindeye when I know I canfind every shady businessgoing on over here. I know I can.” “I'm not asking you to turn a blind eye. I just want you to consider the dangers involved.” Y/N try to reason with him but- “I have Y/N, but I can't sit back and watch, knowing that I have what it takes to bring it out. All my life I had sit back. Sit back and be a reject. Sit back and be passed over . Now I have something in my hand. Something concrete and I can’t let it go yet. I-I just need to know. The missing piece. Why wasn’t it me? I have nothing to look forward to than this. Nothing.”

 His tone starts to get a bit emotional, his word fumble all over the place and she noticed that.

So did he.

The room turns silent like the wind after a storm.

He sighs with his head down, he turns to leave.

  As his hand reached for the doorknob, he felt a pair of soft small hands, firmly holding his. He doesn’t need to turn around to know the owner of the hands. Just a slight touch of hers would be enough to stop him in his tracks. He turns slowly to face her worried eyes.

“I just don’t want you to go down the rabbit hole, ok? I…I don’t want you to be gone.” Y/N voice hitches a bit at her last word. Edward can feel the worry in her voice. All he wants to do right now is kiss the crown of her head, rub her soft hands in a reassuring way and tell her he won’t be gone. Not again.

 “Don’t worry, I won’t go away.” His voice softens and squeezes her hands slightly in a reassuring way. Y/N eyes look up at him, she looks like she wants to tell him something but is unsure of it. She parts her lips to say something but-

“Hey Edward! MR. Stones want to see you.” Zach burst right in the staff room.

His eyes travel to Y/N’s hand which was holding Edwards. Her face reddens in embarrassment. Her hand jolted away from Edward’s hold and left the room in a hurry. Zach eyes follows her as she leaves before turning back to Edward who is left with a dumbfounded expression.

“Seriously? She's with you?”

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“Knock Knock.”

“Come in.” The gravel voice of Mr. Stone came out from the inside of the office.

Edward enters the room. The atmosphere shifts. Just as he closes the door behind him. He felt himself trapped, like prey caught in a trap. He felt his heart drop, but he remained calm. Just breathe.

 “The files you brought to my attention the other day.” Mr. Stone said as Edward sat at the seat in front of his desk.

He knows. He definitely knows. Edward glanced at the empty paper shredder beside Mr. Stone’s desk.

Oh, he knows.

“You were right to flag it. I will talk to the owner myself and handle any further investigation. Consider it taken care of. Thank you, Edward.”

Lier

However, a sense of pride bubbled in him a bit at the thought of being thanked by Mr. Stone. He had never been noticed by a higher up like Mr. Stone in his life before.

“Your welcome sir.” He said as he unclenches his fist from the arm rest. Relaxing a bit. Just a bit.

“But that’s not why I called you here. Edward, do you have any relationship with Wayne Enterprises?”

Wayne? Of course, he had.

“No sir.”

“No conflicts of interest at all?”

You matter.

“None at all”

“Good, seems like everyone in this city does. They are being sued again. I’d like to bring you on to do a full-blown review on their accounts. Would you like that?”

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"The next station is Exl. City Park station. Doors closing.”

  Edward looks out the train window out to the city. Is something good finally happening to me? Could his brain finally get put to use? Y/N’s words ring through his head as he walks out the station.

‘I don’t want you to be gone.’

Edward sighs. Could she really remember? No can’t be.

His mind battles with himself that night. Y/N is right. This is a dangerous deal he’s putting himself into. He knows better about this than anyone and yet. He needs to know. Why the pieces don't fit. It’s a riddle he couldn’t get his hand around. That's why he needs more pieces. Need more parts to see the complete picture.

   He ran through local IP. Scanners. Easily hacking into different CCTV cameras around the area. Not only that, he even learnt to write his own codes, gradually being able to get all the parts he needs. Now he just needs to wait. He starts to dive deeper into the case. Drifting apart from his reality. Absorbing himself in very little free time, he has to dedicate his life into the art. No one could have thought a common accountant would be digging Renewal shady background, would they? After all he’s just a nobody. Invisible but that’s his advantage. Because he’s invisible, nobody suspected a thing when he pulled out his phone to check all the CCTV cameras he hacked. Except one person of course.

   He can’t ignore it. No matter how hard he tries he can’t. He’s not even sure getting her attention is a blessing out a curse at this point. Those wide doe eyes were just too much for him to bare. He gulps and drops his head down to his work; he bites the inside of his cheek in frustration knowing how her lips would fall a bit in a sadden expression. Y/N would then leave, going back into Mr. Zach office. He knows she’s trying her best to give him space, maybe she thinks Edward had gotten mad at her after what happened between them but no. She has to understand, he is dying to reciprocate her attention. He misses how she would come to ask for coffee, or how she pats his shoulder, praising him for his brains. God, he loathes it. He feels like he is trying to pull both ropes up a cliff. If he let go of one, he’ll lose everything he worked up for, he will lose himself but if he let go of the other, he would lose you. The distance between you both will increase. He will become someone you used to know again. And he can’t let that happen.

    June 5th Edward's plan comes into motion. He climbs up to the roof of a building across from Mr. Joon’s apartment. A building that gives him a clear view of the room. He set out his meticulous plan to go as perfectly as possible. To be frank, he doesn’t know what he will be seeing tonight, nor if his plan will be perfect enough to go as it planned. He could only hope. He adjusts his binoculars; his eyes focus on Mr. Joon. He seems to be packing his luggage in the dark room until.

“Flick”

The lights turned on. There sits Mr. Stone in a chair behind him.

“Going somewhere? Mr. Joon?”

Edward adjusts his air pod to listen clearly from the other pair of air pod that he put in Mr. Joon’s pocket, earlier that day to listen in on their conversation.

“Uh No, sir. Not going anywhere.” Mr. Joon lied miserably.

“Do you know why I’m here, Mr. Joon?” Mr. Stone said eerily.

“Uh, No sir. No one told me you were coming.”

“There was an employee at my company who brought to my attention of your work in the books. We weren’t expecting that. Thankfully, that’s been taken care of, and I’m keeping my eye on him, just in case.”

“I change the numbers every week, sit. Just like you show me.”

“Maybe so but it’s a good thing my employee caught it. Because do you know what I saw when I looked beyond the official books? When I looked at our product and cash flow. I saw that someone was skimming a little money off the top.”

“Not me sir! I manage the store, sir. Just like you show me. I do good job, sir.”

“This is your daughter, is it not?” Mr. Stone said as he shows Mr. Joon a photo of Mr. Joon and him in front of her apartment. Mr. Joon seems to be holding an envelope in that photo which causes Edward to raise a brow in curiosity.

“Yes…I..”

“And What’s in the envelope?”

“I give her money I earn. So she can leave Gotham someday, sir.”

“And you were planning to go with her?”

“No. I mean, yes. I…I take her there then I come back.”

“Mr. Joon, someone taking money from our store means someone taking money from me. And someone taking money from me means someone taking money from Mr. Falcone. Are you aware of what happens to people who take money from Mr. Falcone?”

“No, sir, it was not me. I swear sir. That is my money. I work hard for that money. I earn that money I give her!”

“I’m disappointed, Mr. Joon. Goodbye.” With that Mr. Stone stood up and left leading to the two-man Mr. Stone came in with to drag Mr. Joon out of the room with,

“You’re coming with us to the back of the store, pal.”

Mr. Joon cried and screamed as he was dragged away. With that, Edward jumped from his place down the emergency ladder. He ran down the emergency stairs back to a safe place where he could view the cctv camera in the back of the store. Edward’s heat races as he pulls out his laptop on to the counter of a public bathroom. Hoping he got to view it in time. 

  As he opened the cam, he was there in time. Seeing Mr. Joon tied up in chains by the two men. He turns up the volume a bit which he will later regret doing so.

“---Mistake! Please! I brought my daughter here so she could have a better life. But life is worse here in Gotham. I am trying to get my family out. Out of this city of hell. But that is my money I earn!”

The voice of another man emerges after Mr. Joon screams for justice.

“I had to make bail, so I took a little cash off the top. I’ll make sure your daughter is taken care of. Ya know how Mr. Falcone gets rid of his bodies don’t you?”

This leads to Mr. Joon’s cries for no and then.

Crack

Crunch

This follows with Mr. Joon’s agonizing scream only to cut off with a final-

Crack Crunk.

The image on the laptop screen shows Mr. Joon’s body twitches and seize only to stop. Then the next thing you know, Mr. Joon’s headless body dangled upside down in the room. Edward gasps and backs away from the laptop screen at the sight of it all. Blood pours down from Mr. Joon’s decapitated head. Edward can’t take it anymore. He takes off his air pod and holds his head in his hand. His eyes wide from what he just saw. His body is trembling slightly, and his fingertips numb. He takes a deep breath and exhales shakingly to ground himself. Just breathe Edward. Just breathe. His trembling finger moved the mouse to click the recording button to stop recording. He has proof which comes with a great sacrifice. He phones the screen light up with a notification. His dilated green eye shifts from the tile counter to the phone screen.

Y/N <3 : Hey I know it’s been a while but how are you doing?

  Edward let out a shaky exhale. Y/N. She knows too much. The weight of the situation starts to weigh him down. He doesn’t care if he died doing this. Hell, he cares less for being killed for outing these rats but Y/N. He cares about her. The thought of her being in Mr. Joon’s place for being in the wrong place at the wrong time raised a bile up his throat. He can’t, no he won’t let it happen.

You: Can we meet up? Right now?

(Well, that was a lot. Phew, ok. Um yea I hope you all like it. I know that was a lot but yeah. I’m sorry if the description is a bit confusing in the setting. If you read the comic, you will understand. 80% of the time I don’t know where the hell they are but I’m trying my best. Thank you for the support. Oh also there is a point where the dialogs are all jumple up and it's on purpose to show the stress he and reader are feeling, how words don't make sense anymore but can still get the point of it. By the end of the dialog, most words separate showing the clarity of how Edward feels and the distance it cause between reader and him. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy, there will be more chapter to this series so please follow to keep up to date with the post.~”

Chapter 5: Apologies unheard

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My Flightless Angel

Chapters 3: Disclosure

(Thank you for reading my fanfic. This one is kind of short, but the point is clear. Also, the story line isn’t made by me. I just insert Y/N into the Riddler comic 2022 for the sake of the fanfic. I really recommend the comic. You should read it before watching batman 2022. With that said, Please enjoy~)

“Tick Tock Tick Tock.” The clock ticks to 12pm, not a time for an employee to be in their work office even if they love their job. After the janitor closed the lights for the night. A 6 ft tall figure emerged from the dark. Sneaking into Mr. Stone’s office. He gulps and slightly nudges the door open. He steps inside the office with his flush light. Even though his brain screams he was just overthinking, and it really is just a mistake. He can’t help but want to see the ledger himself one more time. He rummages through the waterfront industries’ leger only to find nothing but a way. He ran his finger at the little torn piece left of the leger. Mr. Stone. He must have ripped it away. He hurriedly checks the trash can but no. Nothing but. His gaze shifted to the paper shredder. There are already fresh pieces of shredded ledgers in there. It’s going to be one hell of a work to piece it all together but he’s Edward Nashton after all. What can he not do with his brain? Probably trying to sleep.

   After a while he lined up all the pieces and solved the puzzle. His eyes widen. It is true.

“Someone’s sending dirty money to renewal.” He almost shouted in shock. He falls back on his ass on the ground with his hands clasp over his mouth. Of course, he’s not wrong. He’s never wrong when it comes to numbers.

    He ran back home with the collected pieces in his bag. He grips on it tight like it’s his dear life. He slams his apartment door shut and presses his back against the wall. He looks out the window hoping no one has followed him home. Without taking his eyes off the streets he picks up his phone with shaky hands.

  “Ring Ring. Ring Ring.”

“Hello?” Y/N’s sleepy voice came out of the other side of the phone. Hearing her voice sort of calms, him down from the adrenaline.

“Hey look I know it’s late but I found something really crazy.”

“Hmm? Really what is it?” She mumbles from the other side. Edward can hear her trying to sound patient and awake as much as possible. He really appreciates her efforts but why? Why to him? Why to a nobody like him?

“Somebody is sending dirty money to renewal.”

“Renewal?”

“Yea it’s a campaign started by Thomas Wayne to help the poor. Remember?”

“Sorry I don’t remember much.” She mumbles and Edward can hear her shifting around on bed.

“Ok but do you know anything suspicious about Mr. stone?”

“Hmmm can we talk about it tomorrow? My brain can’t think. Too sleepy.” Y/N said with a drowsy giggle which brought a soft smile to Edward’s face.

“Ok see you tomorrow then.”

“Good night.” Y/N whispered into the phone sending chills down his spine. With a flustered smile he whispers back,

“Good night angel.”

He ends the call abruptly not wanting to know if she heard it or not. I let out a relief sigh and fell back on to his bed. He looks at his clock which shows 3 am. Normally he would be wide awake due to his insomnia, but the running and the adrenaline made him feel tired and sleepy. He shifts in his bed, not bothering to take off his socks as he slumps on his bed. Y/N soft whisper replays in his head as he drifted off to sleep.

(Thank you for reading my fanfiction. I apologize if there’s any grammatical error or if you’re unsatisfied with the story.)

Chapter 4: Angel in Hell City

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Chapter 2: A Mistake

(I do not do the storyline of the part where Edward found New Beginning is making Dirty Money, as I want to stick to the canon storyline as much as possible. I extract that part from the Riddler 2022 comic to make the fanfic as canon as possible. However again this is a fanfic so I would manipulate the story line due to Y/N being present in Edward’s life. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.🌷🩷🌷🩷🌷

TW: none )

2000, Oct 30th. The street in Gotham is filled with trick or treaters following the tradition of Halloween. The night where both the poor and the rich can hide behind a mask and pretend to be someone else. A young boy with glasses stood in front of a blue 2 story house with resentment towards it. As if the house had killed his childhood dog, but in reality, it had done nothing to him. No no but the presence of it, the sight of it filled him with hatred.

Ever since he remembers being in the Orphanage. He would look outside the window to see a blue house across the street. The house's exterior is painted green with a black roof. It had been vacant ever since he was last remembered, probably due to how disgusting the neighborhood is. Times when his stomach was empty, times when the weather got too cold to the point he couldn’t feel his fingertips, he would look outside the window to see the blue house. He would imagine himself being there, with his adoptive parents and a dog maybe. He imagines having a big family dinner, having warm baths, being in a soft bed. For once he wouldn’t need to sleep on the floor with mice chewing at his fingertips. He imagines and imagines, that’s all he could do.

One day, he saw mover cars in front of the house. Oh no, he panics. His house, people are moving into his house. His home. He could do nothing but sob as he watched people moving furniture into his blue house. Then shortly after, a family moved into his house. A girl, A father, A mother and a dog. He watched the family every day with envy. How is life so unfair? How could the girl have everything he wished for? Why couldn’t it be him? Why is he unwanted?

More and more hatred filled him, leading to this very day. He stood in front of the oddly quiet blue house. He suspected all the tenants in the house would be out, going trick or treating. So, he slowly walks across their lawn and crept into the house, through the dog door. His small size allows him to squeeze through it in ease. Even through his calm calculated movements, his mind is panicking. Every nerve in his body is screaming at him to stop. Why is he even doing this in the first place? What was he going to do when he got in? Steal things? The best he could steal is probably chocolate bars from their fridge. He carefully steps into the house. The house was oddly dark. No lights in it except the faint light of the fireplace and the upstairs light that dimly shines on the stairs. The Kitchen was pitch black which gives him the creeps. He starts to regret entering the house in the first place. His young minds start to fear the dark or what’s in the dark. With hesitant steps he steps further, not making far before-

“Who are you?” The voice of a young girl emerges from the fireplace which shook him to the core.

He almost screamed but tongue caught his throat. He slowly turns to face the source of the voice. It’s the girl. The girl who moved here with the family. She looks smaller than him, but her eyes are filled with confidence and determination for a 5 year old.

“Who are you?” She asks again, this time her voice is a bit louder.

He panics, he looks around for the sight of the parents, but he could only hear faint sounds of talking upstairs. Shit his calculations were wrong, they aren’t trick or treating at all. They are still in the house, and he just got caught red handed.

“Um me?” he asks in a hesitant voice.

“Yea you, I’m an angel, what are you?” She asks. Now that he really sees her, the light illuminating from the fireplace allows him to see what she’s dressed as. She wears a white dress and a pair of angel wings. Not to mention, she’s holding a magic wand in one hand.

“Oh I’m a-I’m a ghost.” He replies with a timid voice. She stares at him for a while in silence. The silence made him feel uncomfortable and fidget his fingers under his ghost costume. She then oddly giggles.

“You look like you put on a bed sheet and cut out holes.” She said with a laugh. She isn’t wrong but it made him feel a bit embarrassed. It’s not his fault the orphanage had no costumes. Before he could reply-

“Come, come I want to show you something.” She beckons him to come join her at the fireplace.

The sensible thing for him to do is apologize and run out but his curiosity got the best of him. With hesitant steps he came closer towards the fireplace. The warm fire calms him down, so as the carpet under his feet, making him feel all warm and fuzzy.

“Look mommy bought me a riddles book. Wanna solve it together?” Her eyes glimmer with excitement as she shows him the riddle book. He loves riddles so why not; he thought as he sat beside her at the fireplace.

“Ok ok so I’mma ask first. What can you break, even if you never pick it up or touch it?”

“A promise?”

“Yes! You are correct now you ask me.” She said as she handed him the riddle book. He looks through the pages searching for the hardest riddle to solve.

“Ha I start with an e and end with an e but there’s only 1 letter in me. What am I?”

“Hmmm an eye?”

“Nope.”

“Huh? How come, it starts with e and ends with e.”

“But there’s only 1 letter in me.”

“Huh there is only 1 letter in 'eye'.”

“What you are saying is 'word'. Letters are A B C. Eye has 3 letters.”

“Ohhh right I forgot. Wait, what is it then?” She looks at him with her wide curious eyes that reflect the fire from the fireplace.

“Well, it’s an envelope.”

“Huh but isn’t 'envelope' supposed to have e-n-v-e-l-o-p-e, 8 letters?” She said while counting with her little fingers to which the boy laughed.

“You put a letter in an envelope you know. Letter as in writing letter not the A B C D letter.” He said proudly.

“But what if you can put more than 1 letter in an envelope? What if you want to put 2 letters in an envelope.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Why??” She whines, crawling closer to him with a pout.

“I don’t know, ask the post office, as far as I know, only 1 letter can be in an envelope.” He said a bit flustered at the sudden closeness of the distance between them.

“Huh no fair, I call it a draw.”

“What? No, the answer said it’s an envelope right here.” He argues while showing the riddle book to her.

She pouts and replies, “I say you win if I found out if you can only put 1 letter in an envelope.”

“What that’s-“Before the he could reply they both heard the sound of smashing glass upstairs which silenced both of them. The girl instinctively closes her ears and scoots closer to him.

The boy listens carefully to realize her parents are fighting upstairs. They were arguing. The sound that’s far too familiar when living in the orphanage. The sound of people arguing is nothing strange to him but with the looks of the girl’s reaction, it seems to be a big deal for her.

“Hey it’s all-''

before he could finish muffle cries and shouting coming from upstairs which made him flinch a bit. He looks down to the girl who hugs her knee with her hands pressed against her ears. His hatred, the envy he had over her started to dissipate. He starts to see himself in her. Their lives are so different yet similar in a way. When he was like this, all he wished for was someone to give him a hug or even hold him in some sort to feel that warmth. Some peace.

The boy awkwardly puts his arm around her and pats her back. It’s awkward and does little to bring any comfort in a situation like this, but it was enough. She slowly leans into his touch, leaning her head over her shoulder as they both watch the flame with the muffling noises of cries and arguing from upstairs.

“What’s your name?” The girl whispers, her gaze never leaving the fire, but the boy’s gaze did. His eyes drift to hers.

“Edward. You?”

“I’m Y/N L/N.”

“Brrrrrr Brrrrrrr.” Edward groans at the sound of his alarm going off. His head feels like being filled with cotton from the hangover. Reminding him of his college days. He fumbles for his glasses and turns off the alarm. He stayed in bed for another 10 min only for his back up alarm to start ringing.

“Fine fine , alright.” He mumbles,

forcing his heavy limbs to sit up and turn off his alarm. As usual, he does his daily morning routine with toast and black coffee for breakfast. He fumbles for his shoes to catch the train. Pop in his air pods to listen to podcasts. Podcast talking about how everyone matters. You matter. That’s what everybody says when they want to be elected as mayor. That’s what he was promised. That he matters. But it was all lies. Lies they say for their own gain. Liars.

“Morning Edward.” He didn’t even realize his legs had already made their way to the elevator of KTMJ. That familiar sweet voice snaps him out of his abyss.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He replies discreetly with a tight lip smile. She replies with a smile of her own, vanishing the migraines that he had earlier, making his day a bit brighter.

“How was last night, did you get back home safe?” she asks nervously with her finger fidgeting over her red nail polish. Why is she nervous? Am I making her nervous?

“Yea I did, don’t worry.”

“Oh okay.” With that the awkward silence came back in again.

Edward starts to get hyper aware of himself and his surroundings. He longs to be close to her yet, he wants to run out of the elevator at the same time. God Edward, do something for once. Do something, anything. She’s right there, beside you.

“Do-“before he could finish, the elevator door opened abruptly.

“Oh, we’re here, um what were you saying?”

“Nothing, nothing, never mind.” He said abruptly and walked over to his office desk with his head down in embarrassment.

Just as he sat down with a sigh, he looked at his desk and raised a brow at the missing account file.

“What happened to the Goodman Account that was here?”

“Oh, I decided to hand it in after all. They were impressed with how fast we worked.” Zach said with his usual stupid grin.

‘We’? More like 1 person working 99% of the work and the other lounging around the office. Taking shit with his co-workers whereas this fool works his ass off for what? Edward’s eyes twitch a bit behind his glasses as he quickly brushes them off. Focus on the numbers. Focus. Focus. Wait.

This is odd.

“Yeah, Paris, that’s where I see myself in a few years. Have you been?” Zach said with a smug look to his co-worker, obviously trying to impress her instead of actually doing any work around here.

He feels a pair of eyes burning holes at the back of his neck. He turns quickly to check his suspicions only to jolt in shock.

“Jesus!”

“Yea can I talk to you for a minute.” Edward abruptly pulls Zach away into an office.

“Look I was in the middle of-“

“New beginning has been giving small weekly payments to waterfront industries. Weekly it adds up to $10000.” Edward closed the door behind him as he cut off Zach abruptly.

“So?”

“$10000 is a 5-digit number. A number a computer would flag.”

“so?”

“So! Someone is breaking the money up into smaller 4 digits numbers, so it won’t be seen.”

“Edward English please.”

“I think it might be dirty money.”

“Yes, fuck yes. Get me off these boring fucking civil cases.” Zach said in excitement as he headed upstairs to talk about this to the head.

Edward waits and waits intently, finally something interesting.

“Someone looks excited.” Y/N came up behind him with a folder in her hand.

“Oh, yea yea I am.” He said with a smile up at her.

“Well, what about it?”

“Um it’s about the New Beginnings company. I think they are making dirty money.”

“What? That’s big news. Good job Edwar.” Y/N said with an excited smile.

She pats his shoulder in praise which makes him feel all flustered and proud of himself. For the first time, he felt seen. And she touched him. She pats his shoulder. It felt nice. He wishes it to last longer but Zach coming over to his desk snaps him out of his daydream.

“Looks like he got news for you too.” She teases and with that she leaves back to her desk. Edwards eyes linger as she walks away.

“So, what did he say?”

“He said it’s probably nothing.”

“What? But-“

“Edward, he took it and said it was probably a mistake.”

“But that’s not-“

-fair.

He waited under the lobby of the building after work, waiting for the rain to slow down but by the looks of it, it didn’t give him much hope. Shortly after a while, he sees Y/N exiting the elevator and into the lobby. She didn’t seem to notice him at all. Of course, she wouldn’t. But it’s fine, she doesn’t need to. He felt at peace with just the sight of her. As if she could feel his stare, her gaze met his. Her eyes quickly looked away as if she was spooked by him. She quickly looks down to the marble floor only to stop midway and look back at him to check if it really is him. Was she scared of him? Then a smile appears back on her face.

“Edward? Is that you?” She said as she walked over to where he’s sitting in the lobby. Edward nodded and gave a small awkward wave at her.

“Wait for the rain to stop?”

“Yea guess I’m out of luck though.”

“No worries, I got an umbrella we could share.” She took out a red umbrella out of her bag as she said that.

“Wait no, please, it’s fine. You really don’t need to.”

“No come on, it's fine, besides, you live in the East End too, right?”

“Wait how do you know that?” He is a bit surprised how someone notices him, especially Y/N.

“I just guessed it. Besides I live around there too so let’s go, I wanna get home before it gets dark.” Y/N sounds a bit hurried but it’s alright. He understands. East End isn’t really a place you would want to go around at night especially if you’re a girl.

“Okay then, if you insist.”

This led to both of them exiting the company building with Edward holding the umbrella and Y/N holding his arm, both sharing shelter under the umbrella as they ran through the rain. The rain causes her to lean close to him with her arms wrapped tightly around his arm. His brain is too overwhelmed with the warmth of her holding his arm to notice half of his other shoulder is drenched in rainwater. He could care less even if his entire body is drenched in rain just to have Y/N in his arms like this.

They finally reach the train in a rush. Laughing and giggling as they enter the train. The people on the train looked at them in disdain but he could care less. He’s too lost, finally sharing his boring routine with someone. To hear your sweet giggles instead of the motivational podcasts he usually listens to. Y/N leans against the handrail and looks up to him with a sweet smile. He felt his knees a bit weak with the way she looked at him. Am I dreaming? How could I get so lucky to be blessed with such a gaze.

“Got something on my face or something?” She teases snapping him out of his daydream.

“Oh sorry.” He gives a light chuckle before averting his eye on the floor.

“So, what happened to the Dirty Monkey thing? Did it work out?” she asks curiously. Her question earns a sigh from Edward just from the thought of work.

“No, it didn’t work out.”

“Why? What happened?”

Edward explained the entirety of this afternoon event which left Y/N with a pondering expression.

“I don’t know why Mr. Stone said it’s a mistake. It’s clearly there. And I can’t believe how Zach just got all the credit for it. I mean it’s unfair. I work really hard just to receive less than him. It’s just not fair.” Edward said with a bit of frustration in his voice. He quickly realizes his emotions are bubbling up. He quickly hides it with a nervous laugh.

“Well maybe Mr. Stone is right. Maybe it is a mistake.” Edward mutter more to himself then to her.

“No, I don’t think so.” This comment from Y/N leaves Edward a bit shocked.

“You don’t think it’s a mistake?”

“No, I don’t think so, but I think it’s best if you leave it alone.” she said with a worried expression over Edward.

“Why would you think that?” Edward asks curiously. Y/N looked around the subway and when she realized the cost was clear, she pulled him down a bit to meet her height to whisper.

“I heard a rumor that drops are being sold from around that area. So, you should stay out of it. I don’t want you to get involved with any of it. It’s better to leave it alone before they come for you.” She whispers in a worried tone. Edward couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and happiness that someone cares about him this much to worry about his well-being.

“Come on promise me you won’t dig into it?” She was holding out her pink.

“Wha? Oh, yea yea don’t worry I won’t.” He averts his eyes from her to hide his lie.

“Come on, I know you’re lying now, pinky promise.” She said as she held out her pinky closer to his face.

“Ok ok fine here.” He joins his pinky with her, not expecting to do something like this in his 20s.

“I promise I won’t dig into it ok?” He said as he lowered his tone a bit in a caring manner which brought a smile to her face.

“Deal.”

Oh, how what he said is so far from the truth.

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Chapter 3: Disclosure

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My Flightless Angel

Chapter 1: Angel without Wings 🪽🪽

(The story can shift from different POVs either, from Edrawd’s perspective to Y/N’s perspective. Y/N can also be changed from referring as ‘she’ to ‘you’ to connect with the reader more in important bits to make readers feel more immersed in the story. Other than that, I hope you enjoy it.

TW: Alcohol, Thank you and enjoy🩷🌷🩷🌷🩷)

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It’s suffocating. The sounds of typing. The chattering of people. The constant buzzing of the white-led lights. The small space he is packed in to work in. All of it is strangling him. When it’s getting too much for him, he just wants to slam his face on the computer screen until his head goes through it. However,

“Mr. Nashton, do you want coffee?”

That sweet voice. That sweet sweet angelic voice that brought him back on earth from whatever manic episode he’s having. His gaze shifted from his excel screen to the face over the cubicle. She smiles down to him with her arms resting over the cubicle wall. He wonders if he would still receive her pearly smiles if she knew how twisted he is.

“Excuse me?” Edward replies with a nervous push of his glasses over his nose bridge.

He heard her the first time, he just wants her to keep talking to him even if it’s just a few seconds longer.

“Coffee. Do you want me to grab you a coffee? You really look like you need it.”

“Oh, um yea I would love that.” He replies with a nervous light lip smile as he leans back over his work chair a bit to ease himself, but it certainly is not working.

“Black coffee with no sugar as usual?” She said with her usual uplifting playful tone.

“Yes yes of course, why would I order anything else.” He stumbles and ends it with a nervous smile. (Embarrassing 🫣)

“Okie then.” Y/N chimed and with that, she walked away. Edward’s eyes can’t help but linger over her as she walks off like he can’t get enough of seeing her.

Y/N the only reason why he hadn’t quit his job in the first place. Y/N L/N started working recently as his boss Zach’s secretary. He groans at the thought of his boss Zach who only worked there for 3 months to gain that position. Anger seethes through him at the thought of how privileged bastards like Zach got a place in society but the poor like him scavenge for leftovers. If he were to get half of the privileges like those bastards, he wouldn’t be here, he would be somewhere better, somewhere where he’s known. But here he is wasting his life away in a cubicle with the other rats.

However, Y/N changed that. She’s not like others. Her presence changes everything. He feels blessed with just her eyes on him. Her giggles, her cheeks smiles. Every little thing she does is so intriguing to him. He’s completely head over heels for her but she doesn’t need to know that no. He knows deep down, nothing good would come out of a confession. It would only push you further from him. He already had hard times keeping you in his line of sight, he doesn’t need any further interference to push you away further than that.

He’s not oblivious, he’s not delusional. He knows he isn’t the best looking nor the most interesting person in the office. If you really like riddles and dad jokes, sure, you will find him partly interesting but either way, you aren’t going to choose him out of all people for a romantic partner. He believes he isn’t that sane to be with you either. You deserve someone normal, someone perfect. Someone who’s just not him. And his boss. He can never picture Y/N and Zach together no matter how, it just tickles his brain in the wrong way.

“Coffee’s here.” A familiar female voice came beside him which knocked him out of his daydream.

“Oh um thanks.” he said as he hurriedly took the coffee from Y/N’s hand. Edward then realizes she’s holding a handful of other coffee cups with different names on them. He almost felt sorry for asking for his coffee in the first place.

“Want me to help you with that, you seem to have too much stuff in your hands.” He said with a bit of a worried tone. He even stood up from his work chair, ready to help to which Y/N reply with a sorry,

“Oh no I got it, thanks a lot though.” she said with a reassuring smile before heading quickly back to the other cubicles calling out the names of other coworkers. They all brush her off or give a halfhearted nod of gratitude to her for getting their coffee.

Dam those rats. Edward cursed at his coworkers in his head for treating Y/N in such a way. He wishes he could beat some sense in their head to see what a beauty you truly are. Anyhow, he continues doing his task in hand, numbers just focus on the numbers.

“So, you want to join a work party? It’s just us going out for a drink at this Korean BBQ downtown. It’s going to be great.” Social gatherings and parties aren’t really Edward’s thing. He liked to keep to himself and hated being seen. (Ironically🤨) However, being asked by his one and only angel, he starts to doubt himself.

“Well, I’m not really sure, maybe next time?” He rejected not because he doesn’t want to spend time with Y/N. The idea of spending another minute with those pretentious fucks make him want to throw up.

“You say that all the time, I really want you to feel included this time that’s why.” Y/N said as she even goes as far as to give him those doe eyes he can’t resist. He looks around nervously at the parking lot of their work building to avoid Y/N’s pleading eyes.

“Forget it Y/N, he won’t even go even if you get down on your knees for it.” One of his annoying co-workers said with a smug look.

Anger boils in him in resentment at that comment. Before he could retort a glare or anything. He realizes Y/N's sadden face in defeat. Does she really want me to come with her that much? Edward sighs and finally gives in even though his social anxiety side of his brain screams no.

“I’ll join, ok? Only this time.” Edward muttered in a caring tone. His eyes search desperately for any joy in her eyes and when he finally does, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

As expected, the Korean BBQ restaurant is filled with the employees of KTMJ. The restaurant has a cozy warm atmosphere, except for the loud obnoxious drunks who call themselves employees of KTMJ. Except for Y/N who smiles naively at everything her co-workers are saying. How nice of her, even though most of what the co-workers say are a bunch of bullshits and lies. Edward sips on his beer as he sits at the edge of the table with Y/N beside him who doesn’t seem to mind his silent presence at all. He’s now on his 2nd cup. Edward, surprisingly, has a strong alcohol tolerance.

At the corner of his eye, he can see Y/N’s face a bit flushed from the alcohol and her naïvely nodding along to her co-worker’s nonsense. Seems she couldn’t take much alcohol in her system. He thought. His mind wanders over how close they really are. He can practically feel her warmth against his arm and all it takes for him to move a bit to feel her arm against his. But he sided with his better judgements, not too. However, his co-worker, Drue or Drake or Dane whoever the hell he is, is too drunk to realize Y/N’s discomfort over him forcing her for another drink.

“Come on, another one, it ain’t gonna bite cha.” Danny teased as he slightly shoves another cup of beer to Y/N.

“No um I’m good. I don’t think I can take more.” She said with a forced smile on her face.

“Come on, just oneee and you bet you can get your pretty little ass back home.” Danny slurred his words as he said. Edward jaw clench at the comment. He gulps down his cup at a fast pace to burn the anger rising in his throat.

“Um ok just this one.” Y/N said nervously as she took the cup from his hand.

“Atta girl.” Danny cheers.

“On the count of 3. 1 2…” Danny counts to chug together.

Y/N on the other hand nervously eyed at the beer cup and gulp and before the countdown hit 3. Her cup was taken by a larger hand from hers. Before she could even react, Edward chugs the entire cup of beer in secs before her eyes. His Adam apple bobs as he chugs down it in ease as if he had done this multiple times before. Then with a small burb he hands the empty cup over into Y/N hands. Before she could say a word-

“Woah damm girl you really got it in you don’t cha!” Danny’s booming voice distracts her back to the present.

His drunken self is too distracted to realize Edward was the one who drank it instead of her. All the other co-workers were too wrapped up in their own conversation to realize what happened.

“Oh, yea I guess.” Y/N replies dumbfoundedly leaving Danny in a laughing mess.

Her attention goes back to Edward who seems quietly watching this encounter beside her. She looks up to him and mouths a ‘Thank you’ and smiles sheepishly. Normally he could give back a tight lip smile but, maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the loudness of the room, he couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly. She watches Edward’s laugh; he even has to hold his stomach as he laughs hysterically at something so mundane. Everyone from the table shifts their attention to Edward and the room becomes silent only filled with Edward’s laughs. Some of their faces are filled with confusion, some with terror. Y/N on the other hand watches him intently almost like she’s mesmerized by his hysteric laughs. She could help but smile.

He looks cute when he laughs.

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Chapter 2: A Mistake🪽🪽🪽 Chapter 3: Disclosure

(Me trying to convince myself the riddler is hot and doesn't look like an incel. [He is literally a discord kitten])

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Chapter 1: Save Me🏹🥀🏹🥀🏹🥀🏹

(I guys I am back with another older man with a daddy issued y/n. I am so glad with how my past works had been doing so here is another series. Hope you enjoy.)

Run. The only thing that’s going through her head was to run. Run even if the sole of her feet throb from pain. Run even if her lungs burn. She needs to run. The snarls and lazy steps crept from every corner of the forest. Y/N has no destination, no place to hide. The only thing she could do now is to run. Out of nowhere, Y/N tripped from the tree root, causing her to fall flat ass on the hard forest floor. A behind her slowly starts to close its distance from her. Due to exhaustion, y/n struggle to get up immediately. Hopelessness fills in her head, she starts rethinking her life decision to lead to this very moment. Start regretting every wrong she made. Is this it? Is this the way she goes, being torn up into pieces by walkers?

Just as the walker was going to reach her face, an arrow shoots right through its skull. A relief went through her until she started to wonder where the arrow came from. Her questions were solved when the owner of the arrow came into view. A redneck with a crossbow appears out from the trees. He comes to check if the walker is dead then he pulls out the arrow stuck in the skull of his victim. You look shocked, your E/C eyes as wide as a doll’s. You worry what he might do to you as you know damn well that humans are more dangerous than walkers, but right now you have no choice, you’re starving and weak, the only living thing you can depend on right now is this redneck.

The man turns to the direction of the snarls and groans coming from the forest. His eyes panic. He looks at your form up and down.

“Can you walk?” He asked which sounds more like a demand.

You hurriedly nod. Then, in a split sec. He pulled you up and started taking off. The throbbing pain in your leg makes you stumble a bit. The impatience shows when he picks you up as easily as a sack of beans in bridle style and starts running. You don’t know if the man will lead you to safety or danger but you have no choice. You are in the mercy of the man’s hands and you let yourself to be. You hope this isn’t another reason to regret as you fainted in his arms from exhaustion.

This is how you met Daryl Dixon. The hot headed, nothing but troubled brother but also the one who saved you without knowing anything about you. The night he brought you to the camp, Shane was against bringing you in. His actions were justifiable as no one knows anything about you or where you are from, but Daryl. He stands up for you, fighting with Shane even to keep you in the camp. With the pity of Lori you are able to stay in the camp till this day.

You help Carol cook food with the squirrels and other animals Daryl hunted for. Even though the Dixon brothers contribute much to the campsite, no one seems to like them. Their poor manners and etiquettes made them unlikeable. So, this led you to be the only one who brought food to the Dixon’s trailer. You knock on the door, hoping Daryl would show up so you could thank him. However, the other brother shows up. Merle Dixon, with a toothpick between his teeth and a nonchalant look on his face that tells you he’s nothing but trouble.

“So, what do we have here?” “I’m here to give your share for the day.” You said as you passed the stew bowl to him. “And I also want to thank Daryl for saving me.” “Ohh, you wanna see my baby brother?” He grins. “Well, it would be nice but he’s busy it’ fine.” You said nervously. “Nah, I bet he won’t mind at all, why don’t you come in? Daryl’s out hunting. You can wait right here till he comes back.” You were quite worried about the offer. You feel like walking into the trailer would be walking into a trap. “No, no thanks, I can just wait in the kitchen.” “Are you sure?” “Yea, yea, I’m sure.” You hurriedly run back to the camp’s kitchen.

Still feeling quite uncomfortable with the way Merle started at you. What you don’t know is the ill intentions that loom behind the eyes of Merle’s gray eyes.

Daryl walks back to the campsite, with squirrels and a rabbit. He gives it to Carol for her to cook and before he leaves, Carol pulls his arm.

“Daryl, I need to talk to you.” Daryl looked annoyed at first but seeing the concern in Carol's eyes, he decided to hear her out. “What is it?” “It’s about Merle.” “What did he do this time?” Daryl sounds unamused, it’s his brother’s nature to cause trouble. “I don’t like his intentions on Y/N. She told me, while you were out hunting, Merle invited her over. She thinks he’s just being nice, but you and I both know Merle ain’t nice to no one without expecting something back.” Carol looked dead in the eyes to Daryl, a glare that he had never seen. “What am I supposed to do about it?” “Just tell your brother to keep his dick in his pants.” Carol said as she continued aggressively chopping carrots.

Daryl walks back to the trailer almost stomping on the way. The slams the trailer door open, causing Merle to jump from his bed.

“Why the fuck you being so dam loud?” Daryl didn’t even bother answering his question. “I heard back from Carol what you did.” “What did I do this time??” “I’m talking about Y/N.” “Ohh, her. She came over while you were gone to give the stew. She said something about wanting to thank you. I was hoping she could thank you in another way.” He grins wide, making an inappropriate gesture. Daryl feels grossed out by the thought of it. No way he’s going to let that happen to you. “Fuck no, it ain’t happening. Not on my watch.” He slams his crossbow on the table. “What’s the matter little brother? You catching feelings for the new girl?” “What? No, I’m saying this because, Carol will cut your dick off if anything happens to Y/N.” “Nope, I think it’s more than that.” Merle stood up going face to face with Daryl. “Let me tell you somethin little brother. Girls like Y/N don’t go for runaways like us. They think they are too good for us. She may seem all sweet and nice now but at the end of the day, they all run into the arms of a richer, more noble man.” He said as he pats Daryl’s shoulder and went out of the trailer.

The words loom in Daryl’s head. There is some ounce of truth in what his brother had said. Girls like you don’t deserve to be with runaways like him. You don’t deserve to live in the world that he lives in. You deserve better.

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Do you have a masterlist of your series? It's great and would love to read it from the beginning but can't find a masterlist.

Sorry I totally forgot to make one. Honestly I didn't expect this series to be this popular so I never made one but here is the master list thank you for the support everyone 💗💗💗

Masterlist🍒✨🍒✨

Chapter 1: Worst Mistake🍒

Chapter 2: Guilty🍒

Chapter 3: Escapism🍒

Chapter 4: False Comfort 🍒

Chapter 5: Cherry Vanilla🍒

Chapter 6: Doll🍒

Chapter 7: Give peace a Chance 🍒

Chapter 8: Forbidden Fruit 🍒

Chapter 9: Comfort, Warmth and Love🍒

#don't breathe #norman nordstrom x reader #oldermen #i like older men #stockholm syndrome #kidnap fantasy #daddy issues

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Chapter 9: Comfort, Warmth, Love🍒✨

(TW: slight NSFW, violence, kidnapping, older man, Stockholm Syndrome.)

The clock ticks and minutes pass. No clue of Norman around the house. You start to feel anxious with the passing minutes. You wonder what you did wrong. Maybe you were going too fast or you read the situation wrong. Either way, you are left torn with embarrassment after what just happened. You can’t believe yourself that you pushed his buttons that far. You contemplate on what to do next. Times like these when the world goes silent, when there is no comfort or warmth, makes you want to run out of the dam house, far away back to the comfort of your own house, your own room, in your own bed. You start to try sliding your foot off the cuff. The soft clothes that were preventing you from getting hurt helps your efforts. Your feet start to slowly slide off. Finally, your efforts paid off. Your foot went loose from the cuffs. Now, you can finally be set free.

Norman stormed out of the house without thinking. His heart was racing from what happened. What has he done? He wonders himself as his feet carry him to the usual groceries store around the corner. He counted his steps carefully and almost knew the place by hard so it wasn’t hard for him to find it. He went in looking for one thing that can help him drown his guilt. Booze.

He went out of the store grabbing a couple of beers. He walked home thinking to himself how someone like you could ever love someone, not a monster like him? It is apparent that he has fallen quite in love with you over the months. He pushed all of these sinful feelings down into the depth inside him but that kiss brought out everything he tried so hard to forget. He drinks on the patio of his house, trying to drown out the thoughts he had when he heard the clanks of your cuffs. They didn’t sound like the usual sound it made when you move. The suspicions he had earlier started to bubble up and become a reality. No way you’re fooling this old man that easily.

Your heart was pounding like crazy. You grab the door handle of the backyard to open but it was locked. It won’t budge even when you rattle it hard. You have no time. All the windows were barricaded with iron rods, the only choice you have now is the front door that he obviously forgot to lock when Norman stormed out. So, you ran to the front door, the only chance to escape from all of this fucked up mess you wined up into. As you were about to open the door, the door slammed open with force on its own. On the other side, is a sight you dread to see. Norman comes in slow and steady, he slams the door behind him and takes a deep breath.

“Y/N, you almost got me there with that act of yours.”

You are totally fucked. You slowly step back as he tries to close his distance with you.

“Now, you’re going to pay.” He almost grabbed you, but you’re fast. You aren’t so weak anymore. You ran straight upstairs, hoping there might be a window that isn’t barricaded.

Your heart sinks when you realize there aren't any open windows. You didn’t lose hope as there is one room that is closed shut. You can hear Norman’s heavy footsteps climbing up the stairs. You waste no time but throw yourself into that room. You slam the door behind you shut, locking it from the inside. As you enter the room, you realize whose room it was. Pink walls and girlish accessories confirmed that it was Evelyn’s room, before she moved for Uni. Your heart sinks as you realize the window is as barricaded as the other. You drop to the floor, losing all hopes. Maybe death might not be more merciful than living in a cage of a house and feeling all these feelings that you’re too ashamed to admit.

Not long, the door of Evelyn’s room slammed open. Norman didn’t even give you a minute to explain, or maybe there isn’t any explanation needed when he grabs the back of your hair, making you face him. You are on your knees with your hands trying to pry your hair out of Norman’s death grip. Norman’s expression is mixed with anger and betrayal. Your heart breaks everything when you see him like this knowing you are the cause of this. Your heart breaks even though he’s the one who will be the cause of your death.

“After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me? By lying and deceiving me?” He tries to sound threatening but his efforts fail as it only sounds like a man who’s hurt.

“No I wasn’t-“

“Enough!” He pulls your hair harder making you arch your back slightly.

“How long did you plan to deceive me? You really think I’m a fool? You really expect me to believe you to love an old man like me?”

You sob, partly from the pain and partly from the cruel words that come out of his mouth.

“How could you Y/N? After everything we’ve been through. I-I thought you would be different” His voice starts to quiet down. Like a forest fire that died down. His grip on your hair softens. You can’t take seeing him like this. Defeated.

Norman doesn’t want to do this, after building something with you, now you’re just breaking it like nothing. You try to leave him. After everyone he knows leaving him from his life, he thought you would be different. He felt defeated. As his heart was about to go ice cold, a pair of warm arms reached out to him. The warmth of your small arms wraps themselves around his neck, pulling toward you. He can’t help but fall into your embrace.

“I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to escape, I-I was worried because you were taking too long. Besides, you’re blind, and it’s already dark, s-so I thought something bad happened to you.” You can’t believe you could make up bullshit like this on the spot, but it worked.

It worked marvelously. Norman seems to buy what you said. He let out a sigh of relief. Same goes for you. His shoulders untensed under your touch. Everything went silent again, like the moments after a storm everything felt at peace.

Norman’s large hands sooth your back, you didn’t know a gentle touch like this could break you apart so easily. You start breaking down crying your heart out while hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Norman gives comforting rubs on your shoulders and backs ushering apologies. You hold Norman’s face now calm and even apologetic with your soft hands.

“I-I wasn’t lying. I swear. I do love you really.” Norman’s face looks skeptical, almost doubtful at your words.

“How could you say that knowing how I look? I’m old Y/N. I may not be able to fulfill all your needs a young man could do.”

“No, no Norman, you had already given me something no man in this world had given me.”

His eyes look expectantly at your next words.

“Comfort, warmth, Love.”

This word melts Norman’s heart. He realizes you do feel the same way as he does. Since the moment you enter his stone cold heart. All these feelings arise in him, which he thought would never happen.

“And I’m pretty sure you can satisfy all my wants and needs better than any man in this world.”

Norman let out a scoff.

“It is true.”

“How would you be so sure?”

“I don’t know, you show me.” Norman is definitely surprised by these words that came out of your mouth.

You guide Noman to the bed of Evelyn. Do you really plan on sleeping with her dad on her own bed? What would Evelyn say? You wonder. You sat on the bed, slowly untying the ribbon on your cotton dress. He seems to be observing your movement, you know he can sense every moment you make, every breath you take he knows.

He holds your cheeks so gently indifference to what he did a few minutes ago. Kissing you softly, the taste of beer linger in his kiss, his beard tickles your cheeks during the kiss causing you to giggle. Norman didn’t know he would ever hear your giggle after everything. He chuckles and pulls you onto his laps. Holding you close like you might slip out of his hold any time.

“Norman.” You call out softly within your racing heart.

“Yes, love.” You blush at the new nickname you got.

“I want you to see me.” Norman looks at you with a confused look.

“Like this.” You take his hand and guide it along your face.

“I want you to know how I look before you sleep with me.” He gets what you mean, and his hands travel along your face, your hair, your neck, your collarbone.

Memorizing every inch of your body. The heat on the palm of his hands makes knots in your stomach. Burning you to the core.

Next morning, you woke up in Evelyn's bed. Your body is sore from the events last night. An arm holds you tight with your back pressed against Norman. You shift, turning to face him. He looks peaceful in his sleep. His face all relaxes and even snoring a bit. You giggled at yourself. You decided to cuddle up in his arms a bit with your head on his chest. You wonder what would happen in the future as you chose to walk this path. You close your eyes, blinding yourself from reality, drowning yourself more in this false sense of peace.

(Thank you everyone for making this far, this has been quite a journey. I appreciate everyone who has been supporting me till this far. I don’t think I could keep on writing this far if it isn’t for you guys. Till then, see you next time. Adios.)

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Chapter 8: Forbidden Fruit 🍒✨🍒✨🍒

(TW: Older man relationship, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome.

Norman takes you to the garden and you plant tomato sprouts together. You both cook together, and you warm up to him again. Now you realize he isn’t kind to you because of the baby but you. He never forces on you again. You start to fall for him. One night, the radio opens with a song that you like, you dance along with it a bit, you look at Norman and he’s reading something on brail. You drag him and start dancing with him. He seems to have fun too and suddenly you fall in love with him. He holds your cheek, and you kiss him. He pulled back, not expecting it. He went out without unchaining you or putting you back in the basement. Norman went out and went to buy alcohol. He came back and you sat in the kitchen while eating your ice cream and cherry. You asked him if he’s mad at you. He grabs the back of your hair and asks why you are doing this to him. He told you he knows you are using him but you kiss him. The alcohol takes over him as he kisses you hard. You taste sweet. He didn’t go further than that. He takes you back to the basement and lets you sleep. You pull his nape and kiss him more. He kisses you hard, but he pulls back saying it late. You fall back blushing. Norman went back upstairs; he felt longing for the forbidden fruit.

It’s been a while since you feel the touch of sunlight on your face. The smell of fresh air and cool spring breeze blew your hair. Norman seems to have a change in heart. For the first time, he has taken you out to the yard. He cuffs your wrist to prevent you from escaping. You doubt you could ever escape from his grasp even if you are uncuffed. You wonder what stops him from killing you, what’s stopping him from forcing himself on you. It’s not like you could do anything about it.

He brought a tray of sprouts with him. You are quite curious with them, not knowing what type of plants they are. You look around your surroundings realizing how little any sign of living beings are except Shadow, you and Norman. The houses all around you are abandoned or broke down. You doubt any sane person to ever live in this type of neighborhood.

“Here, help me plant these.” He gives you the tray of sprouts. You watch carefully how Norman plants them and do as he does.

“What type of plants are these?” you ask hesitantly still a bit worried after what happened.

“These are tulips. They are expected to bloom during the spring.”

“I actually like tulips.”

“Oh, do you?” He looks over to you playfully.

“Yes, especially the white ones.” You said with a smile.

“You’re in luck because these are all white tulips. Around April when these fully bloom, you will see the true beauty of them.” He said, continue planting the sprouts with his usual peaceful attitude.

This starts to make you wonder if he’s doing this for you. Who else is going to enjoy the view of tulips other than you in the house? It’s not like Norman can see and Shadow, well maybe he can enjoy the tulips too. This unbearable warm feeling starts to creep in at the thought of him caring.

“Norman, why are you doing this?” Norman stops and turns to look at you. Your eyes filled with uncertainty and curiosity. “I’m not sure.” The answer kind of disappointed you. You are expecting something more. Something more meaningful to come out.

You both are washing your hands in the kitchen sink, the cuff still attached yours’ and his wrists. You are daydreaming how the tulips might look during spring. How they would smell and how beautiful the view might be from the kitchen window. You snap back to reality with what Norman says next.

“Maybe, I do all of this because I care about you. Even if it’s in a twisted way.” He takes the napkin from the counter and drys his hands.

He takes your wet hands and pat them dry with the napkin. He said that so casually like asking for a cup of water but you wish he can’t see how flustered you look. You can’t believe he cares. Even in a twisted way like he said. But he does care about you. You can’t even believe hearing those words from this man. You wonder what he meant by a twisted way.

You expect him to take your cuffs off and chain you back to the ankle cuff that is attached to the wall but no. He continues to drag you around the chores in the house till cuffed to your wrist not too rough to hurt you but you make you look silly, dangling around him. Giggles and laughter escape out of you out of your control. He, himself too is having fun with this. He enjoys hearing you giggle and laugh, telling him to stop. His heart fills with warmth whenever he brings joy in you. He can’t help it. Every reaction you make, every sound you make, fills him with a sense of life in his dead heart.

Spring rolls around the corner faster than you expected. The days you spent with Norman don't feel so long like it used to and the awkward space between you two becomes nonexistence. You feel more and more comfortable with him, and this arouses another problem between you two.

It's so wrong. Very, very wrong for you to feel like this. There’s no denying of your feelings towards Norman. You start to realize he does care about you, even when not having his baby or being able to bring his daughter back. His gesture of kindness is all for you. Not for the baby, not for Evelyn. It’s all for you. Everyone you’ve known in your life, or the life you had, only showed love just to gain something back. Money, sex, favors you name it. Even your own parents treat you like a piggy bank after you moved out for college. So, when Norman treats you so warmly, you start to feel a familiar feeling. Love.

You first deny these feelings for him, but grow gradually day by day, you start to worry he might notice. You know this is not right. He’s your dad’s age and he probably only sees you as a little girl. Never a woman.

One cool night, you and Norman are in the kitchen enjoying the radio. It’s quite late but Norman doesn’t seem to notice and you don’t want him to either. Wipe the wet plates with a cloth and enjoy the radio when a familiar song comes out of the radio. Suddenly, an idea pops up. You walk up to Norman, taking his hands, distracting him from reading some paper works that are written in brail. He looks annoyed for a moment but sighs not wanting to get mad at you.

“What is it that you want Y/N?” “I want to dance.” “With me?” “Yes.” “I’m not a very good dancer Y/n.” “Awww old man Norman can’t strut his moves no more?” You pouted jokingly and he knows. He scoffs and shakes his head. Then without a warning, he got up and spun you around nearly causing you to fall but he caught you in time. “I was just worried that you might be too slow.” You giggle.

You didn’t know he is quite a dancer himself. It’s not too complicated but definitely pulls some giggles and laughs out of you. Your heart fill with joy in moments like these. Moments where you can escape your mind from the crushing reality. Moments where you can actually find some joy in your life. You both slow your movements down as the music slowly disappears. The news continues on the radio but both of you don’t want to leave from this solitude. His hand holding yours’ and your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeats and they are beating fast. You wonder if he can hear how fast yours’ too. You look up to meet his eyes. They stay the same, looking straight forward but something tells you that all his attention is on you. The tension between both of you grows in that moment. He touched your cheek so tenderly, in that moment you felt it. He sees you as a woman. This made you tiptoe up to him, leaning in for a kiss. Your heart races, fear that he may not reciprocate, but you were so wrong.

His views on you are conflicted. He’s not too sure how his relationship with you is but he does keep a borderline in that relationship. He’s not a fool. He’s aware of your love for him. This just drives his desire for you deeper. Love is something he thought he lost a long time ago but he wouldn’t expect to bloom back into his heart in the form of you. He knows it’s wrong, but forbidden fruit is the sweetest isn’t it?

Your kiss just enlightened the spark in him. He was surprised for a moment but the fire in him builds as the realization flows into him. He lowers down a bit to kiss you back. It was a soft and loving, but slowly ascending into a lustful rough kiss. You didn’t pull away as you leaned into him more. Your hand gripping his shirt for support as your knees got weaker. You let out a soft moan into his mouth causing him to snap out of the kiss. What has he done?

You are surprised by the sudden stop. He pulls back from the kiss. You pant. Your heart beats fast and your entire body feels so hot not even the cool night breeze would cool you down. You look up to Norman wondering why he stopped so sudden. Did you do something wrong?

“Norman?” your voice sounds more like a whimper.

Norman pushes away from you. His face looked modified at what he had done. You knew it immediately, he regrets it.

“Norman, what’s wrong. D-did I do something wrong?” You sound desperate. He slowly backs away from you as if he just murdered a man. You try to hold on to his arms that once held you with warmth. “Norman wait please, I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight.” You try to reason with him, but he still slips out of your hold. “I-I think I should leave.” With that, he grabbed his coat on the sofa and left out the front door, not even turning back once, leaving you on the cold kitchen tile floor.

(Thank you so much for the support and my apologies for the late posting. I was really busy with everything I didn't had time to focus on writing. I need help with choosing the ending. So choose which ever ending you prefer and I will be writing the most preferred ending) 🍒✨🍒✨🍒

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Chapter 7: Give peace a Chance🍒✨🍒✨

(TW: violence, period, SA, Stockholm’s syndrome.)

Your heart pounds in your ribcage. Panic sets into you causing you to feel nauseating. You’re not sure if you want this or not. Everything has been going so well, why? Why does it have to happen now?

You wake up today, expecting everything to be normal in your unnormal life. You’ve been feeling lightheaded lately and your entire lower region feel pain from time to time. You thought it’s probably due to the little parasite growing in you. However, your theory was far from the truth.

Your head has been spinning and you feel nauseating. You don’t know why this is happening. Norman comes down to take you upstairs as usual. He unlocks you restrains and help you stood up. Suddenly, the room feel like spinning and you fall onto Norman’s hold. You grab on to him until the spinning stops. Your breath heavy with cold sweat on your forehead. Norman worriedly feels your temperature on your forehead and feel the cold sweat on you. He doesn’t need to announce his worries as it’s written all over his face.

“I’m fine Norman. I think it’s due to lack of sun light or something. Nothing to worry about.” You reply clammily or try to be even though alarm bells are ringing in your head.

This sickness is far too familiar than you want it to be and your not ready to face with it either.

Norman helps you to the shower. Only leaving when he���s sure you are settle in the bathroom. He didn’t talk the entire time and his face reads concern and worry. When he close the door you quickly take off your underwear and you are face with the horrifying truth.

Blood. Period blood stains your underwear. This is not a miscarriage for sure cause if so, there must be a lot of blood. Waking up to a period is something you use to expect every month but now, this is your worst nightmare. You never conceived a child. The turkey baster method didn’t work. Things are not adding up. Why? Why now? You haven’t had your period for so long you thought you surely conceived a child. You start to sob even though you try to hold it in. You are not crying out of sadness for not having a child but out of fear. You know Norman wants a child out of you. The only purpose of you being a life is to bring him a child. What purpose will there be to keep you alive if you can’t give him one? Everything he has done for you is for the child. Every bit of attention he gave you is not for you, but for the child and what will happen to you if he found out you never have one in the first place? Will he hurt you out of anger? Will he kill you and replace you instead? Or will he force on you again? You don’t want to go through it again. The entire idea of it makes you look like an animal. You don’t want to feel the turkey baster again. You start to regret. You were drowning in sweetness to the point you forgot you’re in a bear trap. You should have run when you had the chance. You should have done anything, anything at all to get out of this hell hold. Now you’re doom. Your faith lies in the hand of Norman. You live depends on Norman’s mercy.

You starts to go through a panic mode with this realization. You start to sob like crazy. Your stomach drops when the saw the door knob turning. You want to run and slam the door back but you can’t move. Your body stone cold and your entire muscles tense in fear to the point you can’t move from where you sit. You sit on the bathroom floor with your back leaning the bathtub. Your ears are ringing the sound of your heartbeat.

Norman enters the bathroom out of worry. He know he shouldn’t be intruding you like this, after all he did frighten you enough. He didn’t want to scare you further after how much you had trusted him in the past few days, but he can’t help it. Your body was cold and covered in cold sweat this morning. He worries you might be sick due to the dusk and molds in the basement. The worst of all is the faint smell of iron. He thought it was coming from the basement when he went to wake you up but the smell still linger when he helped you into the bathroom. There is no doubt it was coming from you. He did rub on you wrist when he caught hold of you and there was no cut wounds. You weren’t harming yourself so why? More concern washes over him when he start hearing you sob. He can hear everything in the house due to his special hearing and your sobs were clear as day to him. He quickly storms to the bathroom door and pause. The sobs are surely coming from you. He knocks but there was no answer. You continue to sob and by the sound of it, it sounds like you are full on having a panic attack. He couldn’t care less if you’re naked in there, he can’t even see in the first place so why bother.

He barged in and can hear you sitting on the bathroom floor. The smell of iron is stronger when he enters. Panic sets in him. He worries you might actually harm yourself. You’ve been doing so well these days so why? He hurriedly come and starts to check to find your injury. He takes a hold of your wrist and there isn’t any cut marks but you pulled your hand away from him. He become confused with your action.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m so s-sorry. Ple-ease.”

“What happened?” now he’s full-on alert.

“I-I didn’t-“ you starts to cry more, now full on breaking down.

“Hey hey clam down, what happened?”

“I-I’m” Norman cups your cheek. His warm hand comfort you a little but you know what those hands can do if he finds out. But you know lying would just make it worse.

“I’m having my period. I-I didn’t conceived.” Hot tears rolling out of your eyes. His face goes from concern to dread. This only makes you sob more.

“I’M SORRY PLEASE DON’T HURT ME. PLEASE I AM SORRY. I DIDN’T KNOW.” You start to beg.

Fear makes your hands cold and shaky but even so, you grab on to Norman’s arms not wanting him to go. Wanting him to know how sorry or scared you are. Even so, Norm let go his holds on you. His face look defeated and disappointed. Oddly, your heart feels like being stabbed by needles with this. Deep down, you unconsciously want his approval and this disappointed look just dig this desire out. He kept his head low. He didn’t say a word and left. Leaving you with the a loud slam on the door.

Anger and frustration eat him up slowly. He can’t help but punch the wall letting his anger out of on the wall and you heard it. You cover your ears and cry, you lie on the bathroom floor in fear and dread. You’ve never felt so weak. Norman control himself from going back into that bathroom. He knows he might do something he might regret if he goes back in there. He went out to get fresh air. He can’t comprehend why you fail to give him one thing he asked. He got out to get some fresh air, clearing him brain to what to do next.

On the other hand, you are going in a frenzy. You look through the drawers and found some tampons that seems to be Evelyn’s. These will help you for now. After using them, you carefully twist the door knob slowly, making sure not to make any noises. You need to get out before he kills you. You peek your out, hoping to find a way to get out. Just as you were about to tiptoe out, Norman came out in from the back door, you nearly have no time to get back in the bathroom due to how fast he storms into the house.

You fall back into the bathroom floor and waited as his heavy footsteps approaches the bathroom door. He pauses, as if he was thinking what to do next. Then he slams the door open pushing a squeal out of you. He grabs your arm not so gentle like he used to. He drags you back to the basement with force causing you to tumble a few times on the way. You cry and beg hoping to get on his good side. But his expression remains dull. His milky white eyes goes back to being empty and his touches doesn’t feel so safe and gentle no more.

He straps you back on you restrains. Not again please. Why, why do you have to go through it again? You felt betrayed. Even though you know everything he has done for you is for the baby. He even says goodnight to the baby and not you for God’s sake. But still, there are time when you felt like he really care. Times where he sees you not as a surrogate, as Evelyn but you. You’re tears streams down your face expecting for worse but you are brought back to reality with the slam of the basement door. He left. Again.

Norman is going in a frenzy. He doesn’t know what to do with you nor how to deal with your problem. Can you not have a child? Do you have some problems in conceiving a child? Or his turkey baster method doesn’t work? If so, there’s only one method to make you conceive and that’s the last thing he wants to do in his life. He has never force himself on anyone. He considers it to be a heinous act no honorable man would do. He settles with his irrational decision. He must replace you with another person who can give him what he wants.

He grabs the revolver taped under the counter. He checks if it’s loaded and walk to where you are. Killing isn’t no stranger to Norman. He has been doing it half of his life in war. So why does he stutter when going to the basement. Why does he reconsider before climbing down the ladder? Why does his heart tighten by the thought of taking your life? He moves slow and steady to you. He stays behind a shelf in the dark waiting for what? For you to yell and scream? For him to act on his decision? He can hear you sobbing and he can make out your location clearly. So why not raise the revolver and shoot? He questions himself.

What is holding him back from shooting you. In honesty, it is true that he’s only nice to you because of the baby in you. He doesn’t like to admit but there are times where he likes your presence. He likes to hear you hum tones while washing the dishes. He likes hearing you jump and squeal every time oil pops from the pan. He hates to say this but he’s growing on you too. He raise the revolver pointing at you, ready to shoot but then.

“Norman? Is that you?” your voice a little hoarse from the crying but still soft like velvet.

Sweet like honey. So sweet it burns.

You stayed in the silent basement; you sob not knowing your next faith. Then you hear a click. Somewhere in the basement a click comes out. You know the usual sound of water moving from pipes and circuits switching but this is new. This sounds like something a revolver would do. You panic. You decide to give your best shot again. This may even be your last hope.

“Norman? Is that you?” You try to put up your best voice.

The silence crept in. You open your mouth but no words emerge from you. Fear causes your body to shake a bit. Then, Norman comes out behind the shelfs. He walks up to you causing you to back away from him a bit. You waited for what horrible things he might do to you. You shut your eyes tight in fear and you felt it.

A Hug. A warm embracing hug. No words exchange between you two. Norman holds you in a tight worrying hug. You can feel his heart beating like he just ran miles. You wrap your arms around his hesitantly. Slowly, your body stops shaking and you stats to calm down. Your body betrays your brain. You starts to untense and the pressure in your head releases almost making you light headed. There you starts to cry out of relieve and something else you can’t get a grip of.

Norman, pat your head and comb through your hair with his fingers as usual . This action brings you so much comfort. Even though he’s the one that causes all of this. He shushes you and mutter out apologies while rubbing your shoulder and back gently. It deflects the reality of your situation and fucked up this entire situation is. The bruise on your arm that he had left starts to purple. You close your eyes to neglect it all. For the very first time, you’ve never felt so loved.

(I apologize if the quality of my writing in last post seems low compare to the others. This is because I've been really stress lately. I apologize if the posting of my posts are non consistent. Other than that thank you for all the support and hope you enjoy my writing. Apologies if there's any grammar mistakes and spelling errors. Thank you❤.) Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

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Chapter 6: Doll🍒✨

(TW: Kidnaping, Stockholm’s Syndrome.)

“Click.” The weight of the restraints slip off you. Norman unlocks the restraints off you. The only time you were free from the weights off your shoulders were when you were taking showers. However, he oddly came down to unlock your restraints after you finished your breakfast. You observe his moments, part of you feels scared of what might await you. You look up to him with wide eyes as he undoes your restraints one by one. When all of your restrains slip off, you stand there, waiting nervously and a hint of anticipation in your eyes. He reaches for your hand, firmly holding your hand in his. He guides you toward the plants all over the shelves. You don’t know what he wants from you, nor what he was about to do with you, but something in the back of your mind says it's fine. Say he won’t hurt you. Not again.

“These are sprouts of tomato plants, sooner they will have to be relocated out in the garden.” He starts explaining to you about all the plants on the shelfs with such enthusiasm you even start to feel interested in plants.

You never asked him to show him the plants but here he is, still holding your hand in a firm grip. His hands are rough and far bigger than yours. You feel slight butterflies in your stomach with this fact. You feel so wrong for every heat that grows whenever he touches you, every butterfly that grows in you and for every smile that threatens to slip out whenever he gives you a slight smile. You shouldn’t feel like this. Especially to your captor who’s your father's age or might be even older. Even so, you can’t help but notice his sharp features and his charismatic nature. This man definitely was popular with the ladies in his times.

“Look.” He shows you a plant that seems to be yellowing a bit. You hold the pot in your hands and his warm hands envelope yours.

“Would you be a dear and describe it for me?” dear? What’s with the nickname?

It wouldn’t be so bad if you wouldn’t feel your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You hope that every god wouldn't hear it.

“Um it’s kind of yellowing in some parts of the leaves. Overall, it looks good and healthy.

“Hm.” He nods in approval and slips the pot out of your hands, putting it back on the shelf.

“Guess I need to check the water levels then.” He said and gave a smile at you.

“Evelyn talks about you.” You were surprised by what he said.

“She said, you’re a good teacher.”

“I-Thanks.” You answered shortly. You start to feel this overwhelming guilt for what you’ve done. No, what Cindy has done.

“S-she also talks about you.” You kept reading his facial expression. Worrying you might trigger him and destroy the little trust you acquired. There was a pause, he doesn’t turn to look at you but you can tell he’s focusing on your next words.

“What did she say about me?”

“She told me you guys are really close. She talked about you guys’ fishing trips too.” You waited for an answer. He took a long sigh and turned to you.

With a weak smile he said “Thank you.”

From that day on, he starts to take you upstairs to help him out around the house. However, you are not entirely free as the chain on your ankle is the proof of it. He makes sure to put cloth on the inner side of the chain, not to hurt you. You try to wiggle yourself out of it, but it doesn’t budge. The chain is connected to the kitchen wall, long enough to reach the bathroom and the door frame of the back door but not long enough to reach the living room or upstairs. You could scream your heart out for freedom but you’re no fool. The place looks like an abandoned town just by the view from the window. Also you just got your first privilege of being out of that cold basement and you are not ready to lose that privilege anytime either.

You help him cook meals, getting him ingredients he asks around cabinets and drawers. All the silver wears seems to be kept somewhere u can’t find nor reach because you can’t seem to find them anywhere. Even though Norman seems to be warming up to you, he never really let his guard down. He’s smart and that’s a problem.

He gives you simple chores like mopping the floor, washing the dishes, swooping the floors, wiping the counters. Nothing too hard for you to not handle. Besides, you have nothing to do so why not do what you can right.

You just finished mopping and gaze outside the window. Norman is cutting wood without missing a beat. You wonder why he’s doing all this? Maybe he needs someone to wash the dishes? Probably. Maybe it’s the years of fighting war, he seems to notice your gaze without eyes, he still senses your gaze and turns to the house. This gives you goosebumps. Is he even blind at all?

You ate dinner with him but in the kitchen, on a proper chair and table. He sits on the other side. You’ve never seen him eat before; you picked up on how he’s a quiet eater but fast. He finished even before you finished half of your food.

The familiar tune plays on the radio while Norman washes the dishes. You prop your hand on the table with your head in your hands. You roll the cherry in your tongue and observe Norman. Boredom gets the best of you and you start to hum along the tune. It’s an old song, someone your age wouldn’t know but you do, your mom would play it as background noise while doing paperwork. You hum along it but surprise when you hear a deeper hum along the song. You stop humming making sure you heard it right. A low hum comes from the man in the room.

“You know the song?” you asked softly partly not wanting to disturbed him.

He puts the last disk on the disk rack and turns to you. Clearing his throat, he sings a part of the song with his low voice, making your jaw drop. You just find out new things about this man every day.

“No way, that’s actually good. How do you know?” You clap for him as he sat on a seat beside you.

“The song’s pretty popular back in my days.” He takes the cherry jar in front of you, popping one in his mouth.

“You know? Evelyn’s mom loved to rock with that song in the 80s.”

“Oh, where is she, I don’t see her around.” You notice how none of the pictures in the house contain any fragment of Evelyn’s mom.

You wait for his response, you kind of feel like you're stepping over his boundaries due to the overwhelming silence that comes after.

“She left after Evelyn finished high school.” Norman said as he walked over to the radio and turned it off.

“I’m sorry for you.”

“Don’t be, it was a mutual decision.” His voice sounds distant and cold, but something tells you that it wasn’t as mutual as he says.

“What time is it again, Y/N?” You turn your head to the old wall clock that points 10:35.

“It’s 10:35.” He let out a sigh.

“Ok let 's take you downstairs.”

Norman takes you back down the ladder that you dread, it cold down there. The worst of all is that it’s moist. The entire place feels moist and damp. It makes the entire environment colder than it should be. He clicks on the restraints again. You lay down on your napping spot close to the wall. He sits near you, patting your head gently. You felt so warm and nice, ignoring everything around you. Ignoring the weight of your restraints, the setting you are in, and the fact that he’s your captor. You look up to him, his hands gently going through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You feel so in peace you start to feel sleepy. Then he said something that ruined everything.

“Goodnight Eve.” It utters out of his mouth like a whisper. But you heard it. Of course he’s imagining you as his daughter. He’s grieving, what were you expecting from a grieving man? Your heart swells even though you know he can never love his daughter’s killer. You know damn well you shouldn’t be feeling like this either.

He left you broken hearted with such sweet words. So sweet it burns.

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Chapter 5: Cherry Vanilla 🍒✨🍒✨

(TW: DADDY ISSUESSSS, MOMMY ISSSUESSSS. Stockholm Syndrome, kidnnaping.)

Sweet. When you were never a fan of deserts. You never make a habit of eating deserts either. So, imagine your surprise when you found a cup of vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top sitting on your food tray alongside your meal.

Norman has been real nice to you. He seems to be in a more uplift mood, odd comparing how he normally acts, that is before you both watched the movie. You both haven’t talked much after the interacting. You can never understand why he left so abruptly or what made him react like that. Was it because there was something on your face? Or was it something more? You never bother to find the answer to those questions.

You start to pick up the odds in your little routine. These oddities aren’t as noticeable as one might think. For an instance, Norman starts to stay around you more frequently than usual. He would come down to check something in the storage room, to take something or to check the plants. He wouldn’t stay long as he did what ever needed to be done and left. It’s like he’s just doing his chores but you know he’s checking up on you. You don’t understand why he’s checking up on you, is it because he worries about your escape, or was he worries you might harm yourself? You knows he’s checking up on you because, even when he looks untense, he became alerted by your slight movement. You test this out when he came down one day to do what ever he does, you stop up abruptly, your restrains make slight noises do to the sudden movement and this cause him to stop in his track. His head tilts a bit, waiting for further noise but nothing came. You sat back down and this cause him to continue what ever he was doing. It confirms your theory. He is checking up on you but why?

The worst of all is the sweets. You would often find a taffy hidden under your plate. It’s not always there too. It can be once a day, or twice a day or even none at all somedays. You start to even long for the taste of the messy sweet melting in your mouth after a meal. What is he trying to do with you?

“Where’s the taffy?” it’s been 2 days he haven’t given you the taffy, you search under every cutlery on the tray but you found nothing.

“The what?” he asked, in his usual monotone voice.

“The taffy. You put it under my plate in every meal.” You whine.

“Did I?” He acts dumb, thinking you wouldn’t pick up on the grin he had on while he was out of your vision.

“Yes you did.” You protest. Norman comes out behind the shelfs, he comes up and kneel on one knee in front of you, intending to talk to you eye to eye.

“Really? I didn’t recall. What is it that you want?” words caught your throat.

Oddly, something about the situation makes you nervous. Not scare but nervous. Like you want to sink into the ground. Something about the situation, or the way he talk, makes your face heated. You hated it.

“W-what?”

“I mean I could get it for you, all you have to do is ask.”

Cruel bastard. He knows what he’s doing. You can’t believe you’re doing this. No way in hell you are going to give him what he wants. It’s… embarrassing.

An impatient expression wash over his face as he stood up to leave.

“Wait.” You grab his hand from where you sat, you look up to his milky eyes.

“C-can you give me a taffy?” he looks down at you waiting for something more. Your face feels like burning. “-please?”

Normand gently remove your hand and walks up stairs. You feel like crying. Why did you ever try. What makes you say that? You feel so embarrassed all you want to do is cry. When you were about to break down. You hear those familiar heavy steps. You didn’t expect it to work.

Norman walks to you holding a bowl with a spoon in it. You asked for a taffy. Not what ever he’s holding. He kneels with one leg again giving you the bowl. Surprise would be an understatement. There in the bowl is a scoop of vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top.

“Here, happy now?” you can contain the smile and nods, forgetting the fact he can’t see. Just as you were about to grab the bowl, he pulled back, raising the bowl.

“What do you say?” confused expression plaster on your face. For a moment, you panic, not knowing what to say but you got it.

“Thank you?” You were hesitant but the smug look on his face says you are correct.

He give the bowl to you finally and you savor the flavor of vanilla ice cream on your taste buds. The sweet taste of vanilla and the cool temperature of the ice cream, makes you feel a bit happy. It maybe just a treat for some fouls but for you, after all that you’ve been through, it feels like a reward. You are so into the ice cream, you didn’t realize Norman is still here.

You might not notice but when you really enjoy food, you make soft hums. Not much people might pick it up but he does thanks to his special hearing. It was not only you who would have these habits. Evelyn too, hums when she enjoys her meal. Her favorite part of the meal was desert. She either pop a taffy or in special cases, she would treat herself with ice cream and a cherry on top. When Norman first put a taffy under your plate, he didn’t expect you take it. Guess everyone have a sweet tooth except him.

You finish the ice cream only leaving the cherry. You pick it up and decided to savor it. You have a habit of rolling the cherry along your tongue before chewing it. Your mother once said, it tastes better when you eat it like that. You give out the bowl to Norman you utter a soft,

“Thank you.”

Norman pat your head again. This time, you weren’t so reluctant to it. It felt warm and nice. You pat the head of your siblings but was never treated so gently when you were young. Since you were 8, your mother and father busy themselves with work, trying their best to feed your 2 younger siblings. You are the oldest of them and since that age you have to act like it. You can say you’ve never had the privilege to be a child. You were forced to be an adult for the recklessness of your parents. You grew up with the repeated words of your mother, “Stop being a child.” And your father’s-tired eyes.

Norman’s touch seems to fill the void inside you. It fills something that was taken from you a long time ago. Your face heats up, looking up at him while he pats you gently. It was brief, his warm smile was brief, his touch was brief. Before you know it, the warmth is gone. He turns back to the ladders and leave. The sound of the basement door being shut wakes you out of your daze. You can’t believe yourself, did you just feel, safe? You try to process what just happened, what you just felt as you roll the sweet cherry along your tongue.

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Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4 ✨🍒✨🍒✨🍒✨🍒✨🍒✨

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Chapter 4: False comfort🍒✨🍒✨🍒

(Tw: kidnapping, isolation, Stockholm Syndrome,)

You lost track of time doing the same ritual every day. Norman would wake you up, take you up the stairs for a glimpse to take a shower. The window that once was your only savior is now blocked up. Then he brings you back downstairs, bringing food and new clothing. Around noon he would come back down to the basement to bring you food. He waits for you to be done with your food by tending the plants. You believe your chance of ever getting attention from an outside party is unlikely. After all the mess you did a few days ago, there is no way neighbors wouldn’t call the police or try to intervene, but here you are, still in the same room, still in the same situation. Boredom got the best of you to the point you start to pay attention to his behavior around you. Now that you pay attention to it, you realize this man is probably made out of bricks. His movements never stutter for an old man and his entire body is toned with muscles. There is no way you can fight against a man like him. This only fills you more with dread.

He has been more gentle and careful of you than before, it’s probably because he cares more about the kid in you then your wellbeing. However, his kindness is seeping into your head slowly day by day. You both never had a conversation after what happened, and you are not looking forward to it either. But slowly your heart denies your rational side. You slowly long for a conversation, human touch, basic human socialization. You used to hate having to interact with people, now you can’t believe you would miss it this much.

The only human in your life right now is Norman, but you are unwilling to initiate a conversation after what he has done. It would mean to lose your only dignity left to talk to him, but you are highly aware of your desire to communicate with him. Know more about him, who he is, what type of person he is. You wonder if he feels the same. Maybe not, after all, you are just a surrogate and all the affection he had shown is just for the upcoming baby. Not you.

In the meantime, Norman is kind enough to introduce the rascal, Shadow. At first, he was a growling mess, but when Norman acknowledges that you’re his friend, Shadow immediately understands and starts getting along with you. And you get along with Shadow well too. You spend most of your time mumbling to him, playing with his belly, and patting him to sleep.

One awful morning, Norman took Shadow out for a walk longer than he normally would. This leaves you with the only entertainment around, an old TV/VCR player. You already rummaged through the drawers under neath, hoping there is something to free you. However, the only findings you get are movie tapes of different action movies. You try to get the tv working but this is a TV/VCR player. You’ve never seen one until now and you have little to no knowledge of how to open them. I thought about asking for help from Norman but subsided that idea.

Norman finally came back from his long walk, you wonder if he was actually walking around the entire town to take this long. The usual heavy footsteps can be heard from upstairs. By now you already make a note of the layout of the first floor, thanks to your daily routine. You can hear him walking into the kitchen, followed by the footsteps of Shadow. The rattling of dog food into the metal bowl can be heard, giving a sign that it’s Shadow’s feeding time, then it’s yours’. Heavy footsteps get near your basement door and the door swings open. You waited anxiously as Norman brought the tray of food besides you. Normally, Norman would feed you warm up canned foods that you dread to eat but today, oddly he brings you sweet chicken curry. Did he make this? No way, he’s blind, no way he can cook let alone go and buy groceries, right?

It’s warm and nice, the flavors melt into your mouth in delight. Your sour mood has lifted a little, you are so used to eating your own cooked food that you forgot the feeling of eating something that is specially made for you. You can’t help but smile a bit. As usual Norman waited for you to finish as he was doing his usual work in the basement. You slowly form an idea, I need to get close to him, wait until he lets his guard down and escape. This time you're stronger, far faster. You can make out of this hell hole for sure.

You pull up all the courage inside, you suppress all the rage inside you and ask.

“Norman.” Your voice is weaker than you want it to be. It’s merely a whisper but he heard it.

He pauses at whatever he was doing and asks from where he is.

“What is it?” His voice is stern but not as harsh as the first time you met him.

“Does the TV/VCR player work?” This time you are more confident with your words but still try your best to not show your unsteadiness in your voice.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure, it used to work but it’s been so long. Let me see.” He taps the walls and walks up to where you are.

He starts to feel around your direction to find the VHS player. Seems like he’s not too familiar with the surroundings of your cushion jail.

“Here.” You take his rough hands and guide him towards the TV/VCR player.

When he reaches the TV/VCR player, it was like it’s the back of his hands. He plugged the TV/VCR player to a wall socket out of your reach and pushed some buttons, turning it on. The sizzling sound appears on the white screen. You almost jumped in excitement.

“Can it play movies?” You sound excited and slightly happy.

You wish on god for Norman to not realize the smile plaster on your face but he did.

“Yes, all the tapes under there are movies Evelyn loves to watch.” His voice is now softer and gentler, compared to how he normally speaks.

You dig your hands through the drawer and find an action movie you like.

“Oh, I love this one! My favorite actor is in it.” Norman shows you how to play the tape and a few seconds later, the movie appears on the screen. This made you clap a little in excitement.

“Make sure you press that button when you are done watching.” He got up to leave but he felt something tug his sleeve.

“D-do you want to watch the movie with me?” you want to bite your own tongue for what you’ve said. You have no choice now; you need to get close.

Norman considers saying no but something inside of him wants him to stay, even if he can’t see the movie. It wouldn’t hurt so much to stay for a while, right?

“Wait Why would he do that?” You are never quiet when watching movies.

You would either ask questions that were never answered or comment on each moment of the movie. Your family would hates it and often time leaves u out of movie nights for this exact reason.But now, no family to watch with, you have no choice but to you’re watching a movie with a blind man. How ironic.

“Oh no, he got a gun.” you softly react to the movie, not daring to raise your voice.

You’re still nervous about the entire situation. You know he might be sensitive to noises so raising your voice might annoy him or worse. It’s a stupid resolution to gain his trust. Who offers a blind man to watch a movie with them? And why does he even accept it?

Norman sits besides you with an awkward distance between you two. His milky eyes look straight forward but not at the TV but at the wall. It took everything in you to suppress that giggle threatening to escape due to how he looks. You are entranced by the movie but often you turn to look at Norman. This is due to you not trusting him enough to leave him out of sight but another part of you can’t help but observe him.

The annoying white light was off and the only source of light in the basement was the TV. The different colors of light illuminated the room helping you get a picture of Norman. His face looks relaxed now, even softer than he was before. Scars littered on his left face, also acts as a proof of his harsh life. You wonder if Evelyn was the one that kept him alive after all that he’s done. His only moral compass and you took that away. No Cindy did. Not you. Cindy killed her, not you.

Norman cracks a smile at a joke that comes up from the movie. It was quick but you saw it and that caught you by surprise. You didn’t know a man like that ever smiled. The next part also makes you giggle. You observe Norman with your eyes, but he himself isn’t too innocent either.

He too was observing you with his hearing. Every sound you made; every movement wasn’t left unnoticed. However, even if he was slightly annoyed by your gaze, he couldn't help but stay. It reminds him of times when Evelyn was alive. She also would commentate on every moment of the movie, laughing loudly when a funny scene happens and she would repeat what happened on the scene to him again. He really misses those moments when life isn’t so bad. He may lose his vision but not his sight in life. When Evelyn is gone, his dark world seems even darker. His quiet life went silent, but your giggles make him feel something again. It is messed up in a sense, but he feels that feeling again that was lost. Comfort. He knows no one can replace Evelyn but sitting with you right here, watching an action movie, brings him a reminiscence of Evelyn.

The movie ended with the credits rolling in. You stare at the TV screen, not knowing what to say. You are brought back into reality, the reality where your life exists in a basement, the reality that you are paying the price for some else’s sins. This realization near makes you puke. You feel like breaking down to cry when you feel a touch.

A rough hand pats your head gently. He then combed through your hair with his fingers softly. You glance at his face. There was something warm inside those empty eyes of his. He looks content. No words were shared. You look at him expectantly, no knowing what to expect. He holds your cheek softly, that when he snaps out of his daydream. He looks shocked at what he has done, like he had done something horrible. He stands up and walks back upstairs. Leaving you in the dark.

You slump on the soft cushions beneath you. Feeling defeated. You feel your ego crushed into a million pieces. You are disgusted at yourself for not doing anything, not screaming at him for ever touching you. But the insane part of you, the part that disgusted you, finds comfort in it. His comforting eyes, and forgiving touches, you want more of it. You felt betrayed when he left abruptly. Your rational brain and your naïve heart fights inside you, leaving you broken with the accompany of the sizzling white noise of the TV.

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