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NORMAN NORDSTROM

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Y/n: calling her best friend) yeah I know I was gonna let you know when I was free…..yeah…alright.

Slasher: (sitting with a towel wrapped around there hair and a face mask on…waiting for them to finish their call)

Y/n: omggg I know!! Yeah I saw it…yeah NO way!!

Slasher: (sighs walking out of the house before.)

Y/n: yeah so- (hears screaming over the phone) hello? Hm weird (turns seeing slasher covered in blood)

A/n: I apologize for not writing anything college has been hectic as shit. And my electives are taking up most of my time along with main courses

[imliketheiceifreeze]

Norman Nordstrom x reader

A rose by any other name-part one

warnings: violence, eventual smut, age gap, possible abusive relationship, slight stalking, minors DNI

945 words

[Just a short story, not sure where it's going yet lol]

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Chapter 3

You walked passed the house once again. You would never admit to anyone the purposeful detour you took in hopes of seeing him. Norman Nordstrom, you thought his name was, whenever your eyes laid upon him he would be tending to the flowers at his border, or walking his dog around the yard. The poor man had lost his eyesight in the Gulf war, not shortly after he lost his whole family due to a reckless drunk driver. You weren't sure why you felt this pull to the old man, easily old enough to be your grandfather, yet you couldn't deny the dreams that came to you during lonely nights and your cheeks burned as you turned away from the house, a small smile dusting your lips.

Strange, the door seemed open but you couldn't see Norman or his dog anywhere. Should you investigate? I mean what sort of person wouldn't check on a vulnerable blind man? That was the justification you used at least when you ventured towards the open door of the house of a man you had never so much as spoken to.

"Hello. Is everything okay? I was just walking passed and noticed your door was open,"

you called into the house as you poked your head round the door. Your voiced trailed off into a gasp as you noticed the man curled up on the floor, blood pouring from his right side as he gasped for air.

"Oh my goodness,"

you murmured as you rushed to his side, falling to your knees as you fumbled with your phone.

"Sir? What happened?"

He barely acknowledged your presence, only wheezing and clutching at his side.

"You need to keep pressure on the wound,"

you mumbled as you pressed your hands above his, feebly attempting to stop the flow of blood as you clumsily punched the three magic numbers into your phone with the other hand.

"Shot,"

He managed between gasps as he finally seemed to register you.

"You were shot? Okay don't worry, I'm calling for help, you're going to be okay,"

you spoke firmly, looking him dead in the eye, even though you knew he wouldn't be able to see your determined expression. You couldn't help but rub your thumb reassuringly over his hand as you turned your attention back to the phone.

"Yes please help, a man's been shot, he's losing a lot of blood, please."

You were on the verge of tears from the stress as the dispatcher attempted to calm you.

"We'll be there soon, just keep pressure on the wound, is the victim responsive?"

You couldn't remember anything after this, only concentrating on Norman, watching the life fade from his face as tears dripped down your cheeks.

"Don't let go, please stay with me Norman, stay with me."

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"News is with us that visually impaired war veteran, Norman Nordstrom, has been the victim of a vicious home invasion. However, he is stable, suffering only minor injuries, and should be making a full recovery."

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One week later

You sat in the hospital waiting room, heart beating out of your chest, clammy hands fiddling with the flimsy petals of the flowers you'd stupidly brought with you as some kind of get well soon gift. You felt so out of place.

"Y/N."

You jumped to your feet, flattening the creases in your clothes, before making your way over to the nurse.

"He's ready to see you dear, just follow me."

Wordlessly, you shadowed her to the outside of a private room.

"He's just in there."

She spoke so softly, as if she were worried her words might break you. You smiled nervously in her direction before pushing down on the handle, entering the room slowly.

"Hi, Norman?"

Your voice trembled

"and who the hell are you?"

His words cut through you like ice, chilling you to the core. You knew this was stupid, this is what always happens, how could you have been so fucking moronic.

"Well?" His gravelly voice ran shivers up your spine,

"I, uh, well I was there when you were shot, I mean I found you, and I just wanted to uh bring you these,"

you squeaked out, moving closer to the bed and pressing the flowers gingerly into one of his hands. His gaze seemed to soften at your words as he brought the flowers to his other hand, inspecting the petals.

"You brought these for me?"

He seemed bewildered

"I know you can't see them but I always notice you tending to the flowers in your garden and I thought maybe they'd remind you of home, I don't know, it's stupid..."

You trailed off. a small smiled tickled the sides of his mouth as he replied

"Have you been watching me?"

"I live a few houses down, I just walk past from time to time, I'm sorry I never said hello."

"Well thank you... what's your name then? I assume you know everything about me from the damned news papers."

There was a twinge of sadness in his gruff voice as he seemed to get lost in thought.

"Its Y/N, Y/N L/N,"

you said softly, eyes trailing across the lines in his handsome face, down to the soft white beard and cracked lips, turned upward at the corners.

"Y/N,"

he repeated you, the sound of your name on his lips making your cheeks warm.

"Well I guess I should go... I hope you get better soon Norman,"

you blabbered as you turned on your heel, practically sprinting out of the door. Norman said nothing as he attempted to quell the possessive feeling burning in the pit of his stomach.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

You want old men thoughts?? Hmm.... Right now I can't think of much, but I'll give you the little things I got XD

- Imagine in the Norman and Inkubus imagine you made, it's actually Norman that gets you first. You two have an established relationship before Inkubus came along, and started trying to seduce you. You insist to Norman that this new guy is 'just a friend', but even blind he can see that this guy has no good intentions towards his little wife.

- Imagine that you were the one victim of the Fireflies that managed to escape, and now Otis is obsessed with 'finishing what he started' with you. At first, it was with the intention to kill, but he just can't stop thinking about you lately (I'm not sure how in character this is, but I hope you still enjoy it XD)

- Ok this isn't sexual, but imagine you and Jim share a bed together, and in the middle of the night, you at first feel your husband shaking. You look over your shoulder to see his still sleeping face, and it looks scared. Pained. And you hear him muttering... You know what he's dreaming about. It's the same dream he's had ever since that God forsaken poaching trip he went on that almost killed him.

It's not much, but I hope you enjoy these imagines! ^^

OLD MEN-

Norman Nordstrom x Reader x Inkubus-

I loveee this prompt XDD Its like:

Y/N: *Introducing their husband and their nice new friend 'Klaus'* And like I said Norm, we're just goin' to the shops for a bit. Norman, getting bad vibes off of this... 'Klaus': I don't want you goin anywhere with him. Y/N: ... :D *w h a t... * Y/N: *Eyeroll* Don't worry Norm!, I love you, Klaus is just a friend ^^ Inkubus, who has been quiet up until that moment.: ... excuse me I'm what-

OR

Y/N, explaining to Norman who's at the door (You're lovely new friend obviously XD ) and that you two are just going out shopping: Don't worry Norm!, I love you, Klaus is just a friend ^^ He doesn't have any weird intentions, don't be possessive. Norman: Hmm... I gues- Inkubus: *'Absentmindedly' tapping his foot on the porch outside- you cant hear it but Norman with his exceptional senses sure can. And why is it significant?... its Morse code for 'OH YES. I DO.' *

Otis B Driftwood x Reader-

Its totally in character!! I can absolutely see Otis being pissed and obsessing until, like, Baby mentions that she swears he has a crush~~ And he obviously curses at her and the fight because no way in hell does he have a fucken crush, but then when Baby skips off- he has an epiphany~ Like hm... (: Maybe I do have a thing on the slippery little fuck-cunt... Oh, heh heh, even better.

CUZ HE KNOWS, he KNOWS, being in a relationship with him is the worse sentence he could have ever dreamt up even on the purest of LSD.

Warnings; Capture, restraints, (Light) non-con touching/sexual assault and heavy allusions to rape. Just because I wrote this under your ask, does not mean you have to read it if you are uncomfortable. Technically all this can be sub-categorised under Otis' name, but I want to be clear XD My head goes to a darkkk place when I write Otis, okay? I'm sorry-

The old fucker's huge hand was tight over your mouth and nose as he leant in and grinned with dirty teeth at you. "... congrats, for what its worth. Its never taken me this long to find someone. Heheh, you're a good runner, gingerbread. Too bad you're not so good at hiding."

In responce you struggle once again against the restraints keeping you down on your knees; bare skin digging into the gravel parking lot beneath you. The tag ties around your wrists keep your arms stuck painfully behind your back as well as your ankles rubbing raw against each other.

"... lemme explain to you why you don't wanna fight me, alright?... " His hand squeezes you jaw, and you just wonder why he seems in such good spirits. The last time you saw him you were in the bed of a truck racing away from his crazy ass Texas chainsaw-style and he looked about ready to rip your throat out with his gross teeth. What changed? Why is he smiling, now? "... you see, uh... oh shit, I'm a little nervous!" there is not a single sign of nervousness in his eyes; Just a cruel amusement. "Okay, here we go- I like you." Immediately you try to struggle again but his other hand clamps around your arm and holds you still- and close. "Yeah. And well I usually don't take so well to, um... you know, little fucken bitches like you gettin' away... ehhhhh, I'm mellowing out in my old age, I guess. So! Here's the deal,

"I'll play nice. You know, I wont uh... hurt you, I guess. I promise, okay? Scouts honour, or whatever. But you... you gotta play nice too, k? You gotta... " Otis eyes flicker, moving purposefully from where they had been steadfast to yours for the past few minutes... down your body. The hand on your arm moves and ever so gently his knuckles graze against your chest. You jaw would drop if it wasn't restrained. You would shiver. You would hit him. With another creepy chuckle, Otis gives a grimy smirk to you. "You gotta be realll nice, to old Otis. Yeah?

"That's the only way yer gettin' outta this alive, sweet thing. Take it or leave it; its up to you. See? I'm nice!"

Jim Bickerman x Reader-

That's okay, it doesn't need to be sexual! We also love old men XD

We have had the comedy, we have had the horror... now we get the angst and the fluff XD Here we go-

You're slowly roused from sleep by the cold, Jim assumedly hogging the blanket (Though that's not a thing he does, he usually doesn't even care about the blanket) so you sit up turn your head to look down at him; And immediately you wince.

"Oh, no... "

With his good hand clamped over his own mouth and his skin looking pale, its obvious exactly what he's dreaming about. His eyebrows are furrowed in his sleep and the lines in his forehead and the bridge of his nose are deep, his breathing is haggard and you know it has to be a nightmare.

This has happened before, ever since that trip back to Blackwater you wish he hadn't taken, and every time seems even worse then the one before. And they change him; The bags under his eyes haven't ever been deeper then they are these days; at least not as long as you've known him.

The worst part is knowing you cant wake him up, you can just be useless there beside him wondering what he's seeing. What part of him the teeth are ripping apart this time. Whether he's getting out alive, this time.

Taking a deep breath yourself, you carefully peel his fingers off his mouth so he can breath properly, holding it tight in your own hand instead. And then you just sit there, in the dark (The only light in the room being what the moon creates, coming in through the window Jim broke a couple days ago.), squeezing his hand and hoping he'll wake up soon. That he'll wake up.

When finally he lurches up beside you, breathing heavily as he wakes up and crushing your fingers so hard his knuckles go white and so do yours, you just let him calm down on his own. Just hold his hand and try to give him space while not giving him space at all; wanting him to have room, but not wanting him to feel alone. You're right here and you're not going anywhere. You feel absolutely useless, but... you're not going anywhere.

A few heavy moments pass where he just breaths, and you just watch him with worry-filled eyes, until the pulse you can feel in his wrist returns to close-to-normal, and you give his hand one final, hard squeeze before letting it go. Instead you silently enfold enfold him in your arms, him immediately dissolving into you; wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your shoulder, slowly taking some more relaxed breaths.

"Heh... not a fan of those nightmares peanut but I gotta say I like the service I get afterwards."

"... are you okay?... "

"I'm fine." He always says he's fine, but fine would mean no more nightmares. Jim says that he's fine when he has shrapnel in his knuckles, Jim said he was fine the other day after he fell off the roof- you do not trust his fine, at all. Crazy bastard that he is; His 'fine' is completely without basis in reality.

"... you're fine?" You ask, an obviously-dubious look on your face as you lean back and tilt your head at him.

Jim smirks, something you can just see in the dim-lit room. "With my flask and possibly a little under-the-covers action sweetheart I could be better then fine." The smirk transforms into a whole grin and you cant help but roll your eyes; Grinning yourself a little, despite yourself.

He's nuts, but you kinda love him for it. "How about water, and some ice cream?"

Eyes hardening, Jim gives you a 'you cant fix my liver' kind of look. You're very familiar with it; It makes you want to laugh. "How about homebrew and ice cream?- and, also, where the hell are we gettin' this ice cream from missy?? I didn't think we had any more. Either you're makin' empty promises to an old cripple with ptsd or you've been holdin' out on me."

-oh damn. Quickly you let go of him and hop outta bed. "... uh... well no we dont have ice cream... not that you know of, anyway." Avoiding eye contact, you busy yourself collecting the half-empty cups of water off of both of your night stands. "So you- uh- wanted moonshine?? Great, sounds fantastic, lets go- "

He's not to be deterred, an amused glint in his eye as he watches you. "Where are you keeping this ice cream, dumpling? I know theirs none in our freezer."

"Uhhhm... "

"Hmm?"

"... fine I have a secret mini freezer in the back. You kept stealing my Ben & Jerries, I had no other choice! Now, do you want some or not? Because if not, I'll just go eat it myself!" With that, you grab a discarded flannel off the floor for the chill and rush out of the bedroom- but its not long before you hear the sound of his prosthetic leg hit the ground.

... Its not long later after that when Jim has you backed up against the cold brick wall just outside the back door; Leant in close and with one hand and one hook on your waist. As well as a devils look in his eye that makes you grin under its scrutiny.

"I believe we made a vow, sweetheart, somethin' like what's mine is yours??... "

[whateyescantsee]

Starbursts and Second Chances

Part Four

Summary: Developments between Norman and the girl he rescued.

Three Months Later

Time had flown. Norman had let you stay. He was incredibly independent despite being blind, which still surprised you. That first night, you would have never guessed.

You had helped. You cooked and cleaned. In turn, he taught you how to get strong.

*****

“You need to get strong.” He rasped, one morning.

“Huh?” You mumbler still half a sleep. Blinking, you saw that it was bluish dawn. You rubbed your face.

“If you’re going to stay or,” Glancing over you saw him swallow. “Leave one day; you need to be strong.”

“Ok.” You swallowed the tears that welled up. It was relief and sadness. “Thank you.”

******

At first, he had not wanted you to stay. That gang could see you and rain hell down on his house. So you understood his hesitation. So you have been strength training with the water jugs he gave you. The sounds of your steps running up and down his staircase, haunted you when you tried to sleep. Though you didn’t have to try hard, after all he would put you through, you fell asleep hard in minutes.

It took time, but earlier this week, you finally left his house. Before leaving, you had chopped and beached your hair. It had been painful, but if you were going to venture out, the old you couldn’t still exist. It was the least you could do for Janie.

You had gone out and grabbed some groceries. He usually had them delivered to him. But in order to give you a breath of air, he let you go. Also gave you a little extra money indulge in some soap just for you.

You had gone long tired of the bar of ivory which he used and you in turn did. But now, you were able to grab something floral. When you used it yesterday morning, you cried. It was the first time, since the night you arrived at Norman’s.

******

“What do I smell?” Norman’s voice making you jump.

You lost yourself in your thoughts. “I got a few special items, I wanted to make you something.” Your voice trailed off as a lump formed.

He saw out of the corner of your eye as he drew close. He laid his hand on counter. It was close to were an array of veggies you has just finished cutting up.

He may be blind, but the starbursts which were his eyes fell on you. You could fell them them before he spoke.

He exhaled. “You don’t have to.” He shrugged. He buttoned up his flannel.

You turned, from stirring the noodles. “I wanted to.”

“Anyone would have taken you from those animals.”

That night despite the screams no one had come to their door. He had stopped and helped you.

“But you did.”

He made a sound. “So I see I won’t have to share my ivory bars with you any more?” For the first time since you met, a smile tugged on his lips.

“Oh, ahh yes!” You smiled. “I know you love your soap.”

“I do.” He finally smiled. “I’ve gone through a lot more because of you.” He smiled then.

“I do like a good soaking.”

The smile dropped but he leaned in curiously. “What are you making?”

“A kind of stew.”

“Smells good.”

“Thank you Norman.”

He nodded. He pressed his lips together. “It will help you get stronger.”

“Yeah…yeah it will.” You agreed.

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Every Breath You Take

Norman Nordstrom x fem!reader

Summery: Reader is the driver of the thieving group. She is apprehensive of robbing the blind war veteran, but when she hears gunfire, she runs to help her ‘friends’. Only when she gets there, she is met with something (and someone) she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams.

Note: thank you my dearest friend @dogmatic255 for this request. It’s a pleasure to write this for you. Enjoy peach 🤍

Warnings: many dark themes (mentions of rape, abusive relationships, death, kidnapping) smut, angst, fluff -this fic has it all.

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The silence of the almost abandoned neighbourhood served as both a comfort, and a terror for the young woman. Y/n checked her phone for the fifth time, but the clock still only read 2:46am.

A deep seeded feeling of dread filled her gut as she sat in the old car a few blocks away from the house; it had been 45 minutes since she last heard anything from anyone, but she knew that these things took time. So she sighed, and continued waiting for her three companions to join her and drive off.

And feel guilty for the rest of your life.

She stared out the window and cringed for the umpteenth time. The image of the vicious dog biting at the car window earlier that day was still in her mind, as was the sight of the very man they were set to rob. He looked so gentle, and fact that he was blind made y/n feel nauseated.

It was sick.

Money had taken an hour to convince her again to be a part of the operation, reminding her of the abuse and torment that awaited her if she didn’t have a part of the ‘winnings’. The bastard knew about the man who called himself her boyfriend, they all did. Y/n constantly wore dark bruises from his ‘tough love’.

Y/n didn’t mind Alex, and she had known Rocky from her neighbourhood, and they became close. She did, however, have a specific dislike for Money. She still didn’t understand how Rocky was friends with him. He was sketchy and manipulative. He knew that by bringing her boyfriend up, she would concede, if only to be their get-away driver.

But still, she was uneasy.

If the man being blind wasn’t enough to turn her off of the robbery, then the fact that he was a retired war veteran was the final straw. Something about his story seemed so familiar to her too. She wondered if a story about him had been published, or if he was famous.

Her thoughts ran ramped as she continued to stare into nothingness. It all seemed too quiet.

As if the universe was listening to her, Y/n almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a a gunshot. Her heart leapt into her throat.

She sat up, listening.

For a moment, only silence rang in her ears, but then another shot rang out.

This time, the young woman shakily checked her phone, not daring to send a message to any of them in case the sound of the notification alerted their location. She had no idea what was happening, but she knew bullets were not a part of the plan. Then, after what felt like an hour, she got a message in their group chat from Rocky, and she felt her blood go cold.

“HE KILLED MONEY”

Y/n felt her heart in her throat. She instantly called his phone, but was met with a denied call, and another gunshot. She jumped, her hands becoming clammy and cramped.

Her hands begin to shake as she texted back, “Are you two okay?”

Another few minutes went by and she only received one word.

“Alive.”

Y/n gripped the car keys tightly, and began fighting with herself as to whether or not she should go into the house to help. Her side loyal to Rocky won, and she kicked the car door open.

“Fuck.” She swore under her breath, running at full speed towards the house. As it came into view, she slowed down and watched for any movement. But with the windows barred, and no lights on, it was impossible to see anything at all.

As she approached the front, she heard another gunshot. It sounded…muffled. Like it came from deep in the house or in the basement. She walked to the front, and looked for an entry point, but everything was barred. The one window she could have gotten into was too high without help and looked like it had wood nailed over it.

She started to swear under her breath again, but then she heard something.

Keys.

Y/n ran up to the door and listened.

“Rocky?” She whispered.

“Y/N??”

Y/n sighed in relief and leaned against the door at the sound of the girl.

“Rocky I’m here!” She yelled, banging on the door.

Rocky shushed her from the other side of the door. “Y/n he can hear you breathe, shut the fuck up!” Came the girl’s reply, and y/n almost laughed. But her relief was short lived when she heard Alex through the door too, “Go go go! Upstairs go!!”

Y/n’s panic rose and she listened as the sound of a dog snarling and barking filled her ears, along with strong banging. She thought she heard a door almost fly off its hinges inside, followed by walking. Y/n crouched down by the stairs of the door and waited.

What the fuck is happening in there?

She stayed there for several minutes before standing back up and walking to the door to listen.

It was quieter.

Then, she leapt back when she heard more banging. Y/n had had enough; she needed to help somehow.

“He can hear you breathe…”

Y/n made a mental note to mask any noise she made, and perhaps to remove her shoes upon entering. She backed up and began kicking down the door; timing her kicks with the ruckus inside.

After a few moments, the door gave away, much to her surprise. Y/n wondered if Rocky had undone the lock partly before having to run, because she knew she wasn’t nearly strong enough to break down a door like that.

With adrenaline coursing through her, the young woman stepped inside, removed her shoes, and began walking down the hall. There was an eerie quiet for a moment, but it was short lived. She heard running upstairs and it sounded like it was coming closer. Y/n quickly made her way into what looked like the living room, and she crouched down by the wall.

Then, it was quiet again.

…he can hear you breathe…

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. He was blind, and it was natural for those without sight to have other senses that were heightened.

He used touch, sound and taste as his eyes instead…

But her thoughts were cut short when she heard a loud crash from down the hall.

It sounded like a window shattering.

Her nerves were on high alert. Y/n listened and she heard a groan, then shifting, then footsteps again. She looked up from the floor, and saw Alex limping towards her frantically with that anti-alarm device outstretched in his hand as he neared the front door. When his eyes laid on her, he smiled and looked hopeful, but it was gone in an instant. He stared past her, and Y/n followed his gaze; she froze in her spot by the wall.

There the older man stood, though y/n had to stare to make sure it was him in the near darkness.

A shot rang out before she could do anything.

The man stalked towards Alex, gun pointed at him like a true marksman. Y/n watched as he walked past her, firing another round. Alex ran back deeper into the house, but y/n couldn’t watch. She clutched her mouth, and shut her eyes tight. A surge of fear coursed through her at the sound of the gun firing.

She tried to focus on anything else. She found herself listening to the sound of the blind man’s footfalls. He walked carefully, y/n could tell even with her eyes shut.

He must know the house like the back of his hand…

After a moment of convincing herself to look at what was happening, she opened her eyes again, and looked to where Alex had run; a part of her contemplated just running out the door. Leaving him and Rocky - if she was alive. But guilt began to fill her again. Guilt for thinking such things. Guilt for what they had done. She felt awful, sick to her stomach for the terror they had inflicted upon this poor man.

Y/n took out her phone to check if she had any messages from the girl, but nothing but the time shone up at her.

3:20 am.

It had almost been a half hour since she had gotten to the house, but it felt like far more.

The sounds of a struggle broke her momentary calm. She heard the sound of grunts, and then a bottle smashing, followed by a thud; the sound of an old washing machine and an even louder ruckus ensued.

Y/n began to panic, and she stood slowly, creeping down the hall. Then she heard the sound of a fist on bone. Someone was beating the other.

Then silence.

She stopped dead in her tracks, not daring to go further.

She knew that who ever the victor was, would exit that room in a moment. Either it would be Alex , in which case she would be safe. Or it would be the blind man, in which case she would have to run while screaming how sorry she was. Y/n took slow steps back into the kitchen, and she stayed there, waiting. Time seemed to stretch on forever as she stood there, but no footsteps came.

After a few moments, y/n did hear something, though it was not footsteps. As she listened closer, she thought she heard the sound of kicking from above her in the vent. Then, she heard the groans of a woman. Y/n looked up and listened closer.

“Rocky?” She whispered.

And that was her mistake.

Y/n was shoved against the wall, and her hands were gripped in vices. Before she could even see her attacker properly, his hands were around her neck, and her vision went black.

When she finally awoke, y/n first felt how sore her throat was; she coughed and sputtered for air. Then, she noticed how she was unable to move.

Her arms were tied, as were her legs, and she was on something soft.

Y/n let her eyes adjust to the bright light, and rolled over to get her  bearings. As her vision focused, she pitched her brows up in confusion. All around her were cushions from what must have been various chairs and couches.

A sense of dread began to fill her as she took inventory of her predicament. Y/n tugged against the restraints again, finally seeing that she was in some kind of harness. She rolled the other way to see what was behind her, and was met with a dark basement. Peering out into black void, she felt her heart leap into her throat at what she saw. The man they had come to rob was hunched over in a chair, just outside the ring of light.

“You’re awake.” His gravelly voice sent a shiver down her spine.

Y/n tried to sit up but to no avail. The reality of the situation slowly set in. As she looked closely at the cushioned enclosure, and the room around it, she noticed that it looked…lived in. Used. Whatever this room was, it was not new. It had been made ages ago.

She wondered if he was a serial killer, or a serial kidnapper. Did he have a whole bunch of people hidden away in the bowels of his house?

Her survival instincts began to kick in, and she started to think of ways to get this man to see that she was human. She had no idea what his state of mind was, but she knew that if he was indeed a psychopath, that she needed to appeal to the small bit of human nature inside him.

What was the man’s name again? Money had said it once…

Nathan? Neil? Nick?

No…

She thought and thought, then she remembered his last name- it had stuck out to her.

Nordstrom.

But his first name started with an N too…

NORMAN!

Norman Nordstrom.

“M-mr. Nordstrom?” She tried weakly. “I-I’m so sorry for w-what my…what the others did.”

She was met with silence for a few minutes, but then he spoke.

“You know nothing.” He said.

Worth a shot…

Y/n looked around again, and it was then that she noticed the body on the floor. She felt her head grow light, and her body began to shake.

“W-what happened to her?” She squeaked out, trying to stay calm.

Norman shook his head.

“Your friends killed her…she was my salvation. She took something from me, and then she was going to give it back…but now…” He stood, walking into the darkness and out of view. Y/n strained to see him at all, but could only make out his grey hair.

“What did she take?” She asked, trying to establishing some sort of empathetic base with the man, though it wasn’t difficult. She did feel terrible about what had happened; her emotions were not fake.

“Everything. My child. My wife.” His voice was strained, full of emotion.

Y/n felt her brain ticking away as she tried to piece together what was happening, because it most certainly was NOT just a simple robbery gone wrong.

Rocky and Alex had stumbled across a dark secret.

Y/n shifted again, managing to get a better view of the deceased woman. She wasn’t old, she actually looked young. Maybe in her 30’s.

“This woman…she killed your family?” She asked, thinking out loud.

“Hit them with her car. And you know what she was doing when she murdered them?” Came his voice from the dark.

Y/n shook her head then added “no.”

“She was masturbating her boyfriend. Couldn’t even look where she was driving.”

Oh fuck…

Y/n paled at the thought, and her heart broke in two.

“And now you’re…getting revenge…no. No you said that she was going to give back what she had taken…” She thought again, racking her brain.

Okay the woman has the same restraints, she was kept down here. He made it as comfortable as he could. She looks healthy so he wasn’t starving her….

Then it clicked.

Oh.

“She was pregnant wasn’t she?” Y/n asked quietly.

She heard his shuffling footsteps as he came back to the light. Up until this point, she had only seen his face briefly, even upstairs she had closed her eyes as he had walked past her in the living room. But now, Y/n stared at him for a moment; it was definitely the man she had seen the afternoon previously when she were staking the house out, but he looked a lot less frail. The coat he had worn on his walk concealed his fit frame. He was tall. Very tall. And he was very muscular- far more than she had ever seen in a man his age. His arms were surly twice the size of hers, if not more, and had veins sloping out from his skin; his face was handsome too.

If y/n was painfully honest with herself, she would have swooned had she not been tied up in his basement and a dead woman laying there. And even with those factors, she felt her breath stutter in her throat.

“She was. And now you’re going to fulfil what she couldn’t…someone has to be held accountable.” He said, bending down to grab one of the legs of the dead woman. Y/n could barely register his actions; his words weighing far heavier on her mind.

Fulfil what she couldn’t…

Y/n snapped her eyes to him as he shut a trapdoor in the floor and stood. He turned to her, walking towards her like she was a wild animal.

“I was going to let her go…just as soon as she gave me a child. I never forced myself on her.” He said, kneeling down next to her. Y/n stared up at him as he gripped a metal rope that sat by her on the mattress, and he began to pull.

She watched as the harness began to be pulled up, but she didn’t kick.

Didn’t scream.

As shocked as she was by what was happening around her, and by his words alone, she couldn’t help but feel empathetic towards the man.

He was a blinded war veteran, most likely losing his sight while in combat; his wife and child being the only lights in his life were taken away from him.

He just wanted his daughter back.

She couldn’t help the tears that prickled at her eyes.

He listened to her breaths come in short gasps as she cried, and he sighed, knowing the sound all too well.

“I’ll set you free once you give me a child. I’m not going to rape you.” He rasped, standing. Y/n watched him go, but he had mistaken her sobs of empathy for sobs of despair.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered.

Norman stopped, clenching his fist. “Your pleas and apologies won’t undo what has been done. It’s best if you relax.”

She shook her head, “No…I know that. I’m not…I’m sorry for what happened to you…to your family.” Then, she remembered. Y/n had indeed heard about the accident, now that she thought about it. A car accident…and the woman had been proven innocent. Walked free. “She never paid for what she did. I-I remember a news article on it. She came from a wealthy family…right?”

“Rich girls don’t go to jail…” came his bitter reply. She watched him over in the corner; he was heating something on a small cooktop. Then, he reached for what looked like a…turkey baster?

Then it clicked.

He was going to-

“I’m not going to rape you. You’re strong, and young. You’ll breed easily.”

Y/n began breathing hard, a mix of adrenaline and-

Wait.

She slowed her breathing for a moment, taking inventory of what she was indeed feeling. Y/n looked over at the man, and couldn’t help the heat that began to rise inside her.

Seriously y/n?? What the FUCK?

Indeed, she could feel herself throb.

“Wait!” She cried as he walked towards her.

“Don’t struggle. I don’t want to hurt you.” He said calmly.

“No! I don’t mean- fuck. I-“

“Spit it out.” He bit, a little harsher than he had been.

She flinched and took a deep breath, ignoring the shivers that made goosebumps spring up on her skin.

“I mean there’s an…easier way to do this.” She said, cringing at her own words as they left her mouth.

“What are you-“

“I mean instead of using…that. You can…” She tried to get him to hear what she was saying, and she could almost see the cogs in his brain working away.

“I’m not a rapist.” Came his gruff voice again, he knelt down so he was level with her face as he spoke.

“It’s not rape if I give you my consent Mr. Nordstrom.”

“Is this some sick joke to you?”

You’re one to talk…

“No.” She said simply.

He stayed there for a moment, and she could feel his breath on her face as she hung there. He was just a few inches from her face, and she took in every one of his features…he was a good looking man. Very good looking. Then, she took a deep breath and leaned over to him and brushed her lips against his.

The older man froze.

Then he leaned away and grabbed her hair tightly.

Y/n gasped, but before she could stop it, a breathy moan slipped past her lips. The man froze again.

Norman tightened his hold on her experimentally, and pulled again. She repeated the sound.

Y/n wished she could be swallowed up by the ground as she saw a small smirk on the man’s face. “You’re tied up in my basement, and you’re begging me to… breed you?” He leaned a little closer to her, his breath fanning across her face.

“I-“ Her words died on her tongue.

“Well?” He pulled again. She began to squirm, almost wishing he would just do it the original way. At least then it would save her this embarrassment.

“I just…I want to help you.” She managed, thankful that he couldn’t see how red her face was.

“Help me?” He echoed her, y/n saw his face soften ever so slightly. Then it hardened, “You’re just going to try and run as soon as my guard is down-“

“No! No I’m not.” She said, trying to reassure him. But he shook his head.

“I have no reason to believe you.” He growled, his voice dipping even lower. Y/n sighed and bit her cheek to keep in a moan.

Now is not the time!

“Look. Each one of the people who came in here tonight had something hanging over their head. The other girl, Rocky, her family is the shittiest of shitty. She was going to use the money to run away with her little sister so they could live a life worth living.” Y/n could feel her voice cracking.

“And you?” He asked, a little curious, though not fully believing her.

She stared at him.

“Can’t you see my- oh shit. Right.” She caught herself; of course he couldn’t see. “Well…if you could see, you would have first noticed the bruises on my face.”

This seemed to throw him.

“Why are you bruised?” Norman asked, loosening his grip again.

“My…my boyfriend tells me it’s because love hurts.” She said quietly. Y/n could have sworn she saw the man’s face twitch. “He…he- fuck. He’s not a bad guy. I just- I get in the way and he gets mad sometimes-“

“That’s not an excuse to beat you.” He ground out. His tone was different now.

Y/n sighed again, and let her head hang back, staring up at the lights. “I was going to run away…go somewhere he would never find me. Be happy. Be cared for by someone who appreciates me and wants me around.”

He listened, brows pinching together as he pieced together what she was saying.

“But I suppose…I found what I was looking for. Just…not exactly what I had pictured.” Y/n finished, looking over at the older man.

He was still.

“I won’t keep you here after you’ve-“

“I know. But…what if I told you I want to stay. I don’t have anything good waiting for me…That’s what I’m saying…”

Y/n could tell he wasn’t convinced. He stood back up and began walking to her legs.

“Look if you still don’t fully believe me, check that I’m comfortable.” She said.

He paused again.

“Take off my pants and check.” Y/n could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth at this point.

“I’m not going to-“

“For fucksake take them off.” She said louder.

Norman seemed to contemplate her words. Then, he placed the baster down, and walked back to her legs. Y/n sucked in a breath when she felt his hands on her. He felt for the top of her leggings, and gripped it; with a harsh tug, they slipped off under the harness and he tore them off her legs. The cold air hit her, and she was a little thankful for the panties still covering her core.

The man tossed the material away like it was dental floss, and he stood there for a moment. Y/n held her breath as he reached out to her again; she expected him to just rip her panties off like her leggings, but instead, he ran his fingers down her thigh, like he was teasing her.

The young woman gasped and looked at him, he was blindly watching her; she could tell he was listening intently, with his clouded eyes directed at her. Then, his hand came to her centre, feeling the cloth that still covered it.

He stilled again.

The man wordlessly pulled the fabric aside, and with his other hand, he ran a finger through her folds. He sucked in a breath.

And she knew why.

Norman repeated the action, dipping a little deeper into her slick pussy. Then, to her delight, he slipped his long, thick finger inside her, and curled it, stroking her. Y/n couldn’t keep it in any more.

She moaned. Loud.

That smirk came back to the man’s face, and he continued. “Is this what you wanted?”

She bucked her hips.

“Yes!” She cried.

He added a second finger and began pumping into her. She gasped and mewled in approval.

Then, he withdrew, and y/n was about to cry out when she saw him go to the rope holding her up, about to let her down.

But she had an idea.

“No.” She said. He stopped, and listened.

“Keep me here. For now at least.” Y/n would have never said that in a million years had the circumstances been different. However, it seemed that those words were the right ones. Because he did something then that he hadn’t yet. He chuckled.

Norman stalked back to her, running one hand up her leg, and the other returning to her aching entrance. “Are you going to be good? Like I said, I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Hurt me. I don’t care.” She said, gasping past a moan, “But I’ll be good.”

That seemed to be good enough for the older man. He removed his hand from her leg, and used it to pull his pants down and off, still pumping his fingers inside her. She half wished she wasn’t in the restraints so she could see him, but it would do for now. Y/n saw him pumping his cock, and sucked in a breath at the thought of it.

She wondered how big he was.

“Hold still.” He commanded her, withdrawing his fingers and gripping her thigh to steady her. Y/n muttered a soft ‘okay’ and waited. He stroked the head of his cock through her folds, collecting a generous amount of her sweetness there. She could hear him gasp.

Then, he pushed in. If y/n was honest, she almost screamed. He was far thicker than she was used to, and he stretched her almost painfully.

“Fuck!” She cried.

“That’s it…breathe.” His raspy voice filled her ears in the quiet of the room. She felt dizzy as he began to thrust into her; any speck of disgust she has felt for herself vanished as his cock dragged across that spot inside her that made her hips buck up.

The pain subsided, and she started to lose control. She moaned without abandon, spurring him on.

Y/n felt herself grow more and more sensitive by the second. Then, he grabbed her legs and drew her back. Norman bent down and felt for the wire rope that held her, undoing the loop he made to keep it in place. He released the rope slowly, making her fall to the floor on her back.

She cried out, half in surprise and half from the loss of him inside her. But then, she felt his hands on her legs again; feeling them and pulling them apart to rest on either side of his hips. Y/n no longer had to lean up to see him as he now towered over her; he slipped back inside her easily, and they both let out a gasp at the feeling. Norman began a pace that was even faster and harder; y/n could feel his hips snapping against her.

He suddenly pushed her legs to her chest and slapped her thigh red, “Is this what you wanted? Answer me.” He commanded, and in that moment she could easily see him being a soldier. Commanding her.

“Yes sir!“ she squeaked out between thrusts.

“That’s what I thought.” He growled, surging forward and finding her throat easily. He gripped it tight, and y/n was able to see his arms even better. She wanted to worship them. Have them wrapped around her, pin her against a wall, hold her. The sight of his weathered hands was enough to make her wet.

She stared up at his face, letting the air in her throat thin to the point of almost disappearing; her vision started to go.

Then, as if he could hear her breath in her lungs, he loosened his grip just enough for her to breathe; a small gasp of pleasure snuck out of her too. Y/n swore he was going to snap her in two or drive her into the ground by his pace alone. She never thought that he would fuck her like that; sure he was in good shape and likely knew a thing or two about pleasing a woman, but y/n was positive that she wouldn’t be able to sit let alone walk for days.

He slapped her thigh again, and y/n almost asked if he was blind at all, based on his accuracy. She cried out, and the man almost stopped if it wasn’t for the fact that her slick centre squeezed his cock even tighter with each slap.

She was close.

Norman slowed his pace for a moment, and leaned over her slowly; he felt along her hips, up her waist and to her neck to find the best place for his hands on the mattress. Y/n stared up at the man as his face came to be just inches from hers. If she had her hands free she would have dragged his lips during to hers and raked her nails down his back.

But then, the young woman’s thoughts were silenced when he snapped his hips so hard that a scream escaped her as his pace became punishing, like he was proving a point. Y/n whimpered and whined in pleasure as he ruined her, feeling her walls clamp tighter around him.

“Something you want to tell me, little girl?” He rasped in her ear, pressing a kiss there that was oddly gentle.

Y/n nodded and gasped, “I-I’m going to come!”

But then, he stopped. Clouded eyes staring down at her as he listened to her whine.

“Sir! I’m going to come sir!” She cried out, and to her relief, that was what he wanted to hear. The older man resumed his delicious torture, and revelling in how she began to lose herself.

“That’s it…” he murmured in that rough voice of his that only aided in sending her over the edge. “Good girl…Come for me.”

Y/n shivered, and let go. A scream tore from her throat as waves of bliss washed over her; she felt every inch of him inside her as her pussy tightened impossibly around his length.

Y/n felt his thrusts stutter as she came down from her high, and his cock twitched and pulsed inside her.

“Come inside me, please!” She rasped meeting his thrusts to drive him over the edge.

Then, a low, guttural moan vibrated from in his chest; y/n swore she could feel the thick ropes of his cum fill her as his cock throbbed and his cum coated her insides- emptying himself deep inside her. He continued to thrust into her as he rode out his orgasm, but didn’t fully remove himself for a few moments; plugging his cum inside her.

Y/n could feel his heartbeat against her, and his breath fanned her face. She gathered herself, and waited patiently for the older man to recover, feeling his cum drip out of her.

After a moment, he let out a long sigh, and sat up. Norman stood slowly and reached for a towel just at the other side of the mattresses, wiping himself before he pulled his pants up.

Neither of them said anything, and y/n waited to see what he would do next. If she was honest, even if he left her there, she could just sleep. She was too tired to cry or do much else. But, as she stared up at the lights above her, she felt the mattress dip at her feet. Then, there was a hand on the harness and she was pulled up into a seated position.

Y/n stared at the man, dazed. He moved his hand from the harness to her back, holding her up gently; in his other hand was a glass of water which he held near her face. The young woman leaned closer and nudged the edge of the glass to let him know it was by her lips, and he tilted the water into her waiting mouth. She drank greedily, and felt herself relax as his hand on her back rubbed her gently.

Norman took the cup away after a minute, and placed it on the tiled floor. As he held her, Norman felt the fight in his mind; she was an opportunity that would not come again. She was willing. She was sweet. She listened.

But she might run. She might be lying.

He leaned back, and y/n saw him thinking. His jaw clenched and unclenched.

“I…I’m not going to run.” She whispered, knowing he could hear her. “You can put something on me, a tracker or a bell if you want some insurance…I understand.”

His head was tilted down, listening.

“If you do run, I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” He rasped. Y/n knew he was serious, especially until he trusted her, and who knew how long that would take. She sighed and nodded, then caught herself; it would take some getting used to that he couldn’t see her non-verbal communication.

“I understand.” She said.

He sat for a moment longer, then pulled her onto his lap. Y/n felt her heart leap a little, and she gasped; it felt… safe.

“Are you hurt?” He asked.

“N-no. Why?” She responded, confused why he thought so.

“You gasped when I moved you.”

Oh.

Oh…he could hear everything.

“Oh, no I’m-I’m okay. It… just felt nice.” She stuttered out, blushing at her own words.

“Nice?” He rasped.

“Yea…” Y/n hoped he would let it go. “Being held.”

He listened and sat still for a moment. Then, he leaned her forward on his lap and felt up her back. Y/n could feel him pull at the fastenings that held the harness together, and slowly her arms became freed, as did her legs. He pulled it off her, and she slipped her legs out from the straps, enjoying the freedom. She sighed in appreciation, and completely relaxed into his strong arms; his head snapped to her as she settled against him, not making any move to leave.

Norman had half expected her to hit him and try to run, but she didn’t. In fact, she breathed calmly and placed her head in the crook of his neck.

“Mr. Nordstrom?” She asked quietly.

He tilted his head towards her to let her know he was listening.

“You’re bleeding.” She had noticed hours ago, but it seemed now was a good time to bring it up.

“I’m fine.” He murmured.

She huffed.

“No you’re not. Let me clean you up.” Y/n pushed away slightly and inspected his head, and various cuts. It was a wonder that he was still standing strong.

He thought for a moment, then carefully placed her down on the mattresses, and walked away to where several shelves sat. Y/n was about to call after him and follow, but he returned a moment later with something in hand.

Y/n stared at him, and waited. He crouched down to her level, and she found herself leaning forward to him.

She wanted to kiss him, but she didn’t.

Norman reached his hand up to show her what it was that he had and she stared at it.

It was a collar with some sort of device on the side. Then, he raised his other hand to show a small remote.

Oh.

“I press this button and a shock will go through your body. It will hurt.” He spoke.

The young woman looked from him to the collar, and back.

“Okay.” Y/n nodded again, and turned so he could fasten it around her neck. He was surprised by her compliance, and he felt a small fondness for her grow inside him, but he pushed it away. Once the collar was around her neck, she turned back to him and grinned, even though he couldn’t see it. The older man stood up, and held his hand out to her as he slipped the remote into his pocket. She took it and stood carefully, wincing a little at the pain in her legs.

“You are hurt.” He rasped, holding her by the arms as she lost her balance a little.

“I’m okay. Really-ah!” Before she could say any more, he scooped her up into his arms and walked with her out of the basement. She clung to his shoulders, and tucked her feet in to his waist so he didn’t have to worry about bumping her.

She supposed she should have felt embarrassed that she was still in nothing but her shirt and hoodie, but she had little to worry about. It’s not like he could see her.

The daylight streamed in through the windows, and as she looked around, she cringed. It was an absolute mess. Broken glass, upturned furniture, blood…the house was torn apart. He took her into the kitchen, and sat her down on one of the chairs at the table. Y/n watched as he felt along the walls, and disappeared out of sight, returning a few moments later with a first aid kit.

The young woman pulled one of the other chairs closer to her and grasped his arm to guide him there. As he sat, she took the kit from him and opened it to find some bandages and peroxide, but then she stopped.

She looked at him.

Really looked at him.

“Norman?” She said softly. He turned at the sound of her voice. “You’re…well no offence but you’re covered in dirt and blood. Why don’t you wash up before I patch your cuts?”

At first, Norman felt a surge of anger. Was this a distraction for her to run?

“And I’ll join you. I could use a clean.” She finished, seeing his face grow hard. Y/n felt herself grow a little fonder of the man as his face softened at her words. She might have been ambitious, but she felt as if she was already able to read him.

Norman nodded, and stood, extending his hand out to her, which she took. He walked them down the hall to the washroom, but he stopped. There was glass still on the floor. Y/n looked down and saw his foot that hovered over a piece of it.

She sighed.

“Shit…it’s a mess. I-where’s a broom? We can clean up together.” She said.

He thought for a moment.

“I’ll get it. Stay here.” He rasped, then disappeared down the hall. Y/n began picking up the bigger pieces when she heard a grunt, a bang, then a door shut. She peaked out from the bathroom, and saw Norman leaning against the door to the basement. It took her a moment to think of what that sound could have been, then she remembered.

Money.

He must have moved his body in there so she wouldn’t have to see it. A part of her warmed at his consideration.

Then, he stalked back to the back door, and disappeared around the corner, only to return a moment later with a broom in hand. Y/n stood up and met him in the hall, her hand outstretched so he knew she was there. “I can handle any mess of the floor, and any…stains. Why don’t you deal with larger things? It’ll make it quicker.”

Norman leaned the broom against the wall, and reached into his pocket and showed her the remote again, and she grinned a little. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s what they all say.” He rasped.

Y/n stared up at him, then had a thought.

“Do they all do this?” She grasped his arm carefully, she stood on her toes to reach his lips. She kissed him gently, not wanting to scare him. The older man stiffened, and seemed to hold his breath.

Y/n brushed her lips against his again, and he softened slightly, but didn’t kiss back. Dejected, she went to pull away, but his hand found her jaw, and cradled it gently as he kissed her back. Y/n felt her heart swell and she grinned against his lips. They weren’t soft, but they felt wonderful.

It only lasted a moment, but y/n couldn’t help the blush on her cheeks.

He pulled away and stood there for a few seconds, then he grasped the broom again and handed it to her, “Don’t touch the glass.” Norman murmured before walking past her down the hall. Y/n watched him go, and she sighed before walking back into the bathroom to get to work.

Within three hours, y/n stood in the kitchen, picking up a few more splinters of wood. The house itself was clean and tidy, but there were several holes in the walls that would need repairing in time. Norman had handled the heavier things, and more particular items that were out of place. When she had finished the upstairs, she had heard the basement door shut, and she had stopped.

He was dealing with the body.

Y/n knew she should have felt remorse or fear, but she didn’t. She knew that it was morbid and wrong, but what they had done was wrong too. And it wasn’t like she was fond of the boy…man.

Boy-man.

He was childish, opportunistic, and manipulative. If she was completely honest with herself, the world was better without him; he would have made some poor girl miserable, and if he had fathered children, they too would have been miserable.

The survival of Rocky and Alex was a relief, but she wondered if they even cared if she was alive or not. She wondered if they even thought about her well-being as they escaped. Then she remembered what they has come for all along. The money. Y/n wondered if they had gotten it.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she turned around. Norman was standing just in the door, listening to her.

“All done?” She asked, emptying the dustpan into the black garbage bag.

“Yes.” His gravelly voice came.

“Great. I feel disgusting and you need some medical attention. Come on.” Y/n grasped his arm and walked them to the now very clean washroom. She reached in and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm; he was paying close attention to her movements.

Strange girl…

“What’s your name, girl?” Norman asked.

Y/n looked back at him, and made a soft “oh” sound.

“Y/n. Y/n l/n.” She said.

He said nothing, but y/n knew he heard her. He heard everything. She had sneezed when she was cleaning upstairs and upon passing him in the hall as he returned from the basement, he had muttered “Bless you.”

“This thing around my neck won’t electrocute me in the shower, will it?” She asked a little humorously.

“No.” He said, removing his shirt; Y/n froze when she saw him without it. He was even fitter than she thought, and she felt that heat inside her again. Her breathing came in shallow bursts as she turned away and tried to distract herself by removing the rest of her clothes. She stepped in first, then held her hand out for him to join her.

As soon as the water hit him, he hissed; y/n watched the brown and red sludge covering him wash away. His injuries weren’t terrible, but she definitely needed to patch him up.

“Hold still.” She chided him. Y/n leaned over to him, now wearing one of his sweaters and sweatpants that were far too big, but she found them comforting. He would have rolled his eyes if he could see, but instead he just clenched his jaw and kept his head straight as she placed another plaster to his head.

“There.” Y/n leaned back to inspect her work and nodded.

The muscles in her legs and back screamed at her. Her body was tired, and she let out a long sigh.

“You’re tired.” Norman rasped.

“I am.” She laughed softly. He nodded and stood up carefully. Y/n grasped his arm and they walked into the living room where he sat on one end of the couch, and she joined him. Without a second thought, the young woman leaned her head onto his lap, and curled up. He felt along her arm, up her neck to her hair, where he tentatively rested his hand.

“Norman?” She asked.

“Did they…did they take everything?” She asked, remembering the money.

“No. Just a small portion.” He said.

Y/n felt her eyes grow heavy, and she relaxed into his touch. He felt her pulse slow as she gave into sleep, and her breathing steadied.

Normally he would have turned on the video of his daughter and listened to her voice, but that afternoon, he didn’t. Norman sat with the young woman who had chosen to be kept by him, and he listened to her.

Those teenagers had taken a great deal, they had taken his money, thought not all, and they took away his salvation. But as he looked down at the woman resting on him, he realized that he was right.

They had only taken a portion, but gave him so much more.

-

“Norman! What did I say about carrying the soil on your own?” Y/n ran out the front door to the man in question who held a full sack of gardening soil over his shoulder like it was nothing.

“I’m not a flower.” Came his gruff reply.

“No? With all the soil on you I would have assumed so.” She put her hands on her hips.

“Quit your worrying.” He huffed, tossing the bag by the flowerbed. Y/n sighed and walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“If I don’t worry about you, who will?” She murmured into his back.

The man softened at her words and turned his head to her. “Fine.” Came his raspy voice.

She knew she had won.

“Good.” Y/n smiled and walked from his back to his side to see his work. Beautiful tufts of blooming lavender and black dahlias sat in the bed, and y/n couldn’t help but smile wider. “I can’t believe you got them to grow.”

“You shouldn’t doubt me.” He said, a little humour in his voice.

“Oh come now. Me? Doubt you? Never.” She giggled softly, placing a kiss to his cheek. “Shall we go for a walk? The old pup is a bit restless.”

“Let me finish here and we’ll go.” He murmured. Y/n muttered a soft “Okay.” And turned to go, but his hand on her wrist stopped her. She retraced her steps and looked up and the man, wondering if he needed something.

Norman slipped his hand up her arm until he found her neck. It was bare now. He grinned ever so slightly, then he dipped his head down to press a kiss to her lips. Y/n grinned and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, swiping her tongue across his lips. He smoothed his against hers, pulling her closer; the young woman moaned softly into his mouth, and he almost lifted her up to carry her inside and enjoy an evening in. But he knew her; she wasn’t going anywhere, and she wanted a walk. Norman tenderly slowed the kiss and pulled away to press one more to her forehead.

She smiled and placed her hands on his strong chest before kissing his neck and returning to the house. The older man listened to her go, though he barely had to anymore. The young woman was more than what he could have asked for. She enjoyed his company, and she would listen to him recount endless stories.

There had only been one time that she had been apart from the man since that night almost five months ago; she had awoken to an empty bed in the middle of the night, and upon looking outside, she had seen Norman walking away from a truck that sped off.

She never saw the truck again.

She never asked him about it, and he never said anything.

But what she did know was that that old boyfriend of hers never tried to contact her in the five months she was gone.

Norman quickly became her sense of home. He treated her like treasure, and she found herself attached to him within a week of being under his supervision. He had removed the collar after two and a half months.

She didn’t need it; she was his, and even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was hers. After three months, she had accidentally told him she loved him; he almost didn’t believe her. Almost. It seemed too good to be true that she could love him, especially after everything that had happened.

But she did.

They grew to be inseparable, and he grew more and more protective each day.

He grew her favourite flowers, and she never left his side.

They had found their solace in one another, and there they stayed.

Completely and utterly each other’s.

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Okay but remember my Inkubus x Reader x Norman Nordstrom headcanon set?? I'm imagining it the other way around XDD

Like Inkubus is moving in on Y/N, his next victim, and all is going smoothly as usual...- when suddenly Y/N's starts dating the old blind man next door??? Inkubus is friendzoned, reduced to a 'bestie' who has to listen to you go on and on about a man named Norman (God Inkubus - with a special inverted k - would be so irritated at that XD 'pft, norman. very fearsome. very unique. please... ' ) and he's just standing there like

'What... happened... here... ' trynna pin point the exact moment the world tipped upside down.

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Starbursts and Second Chances

Part One

Summary: Running to a possible haven.

Notes: Implied violence, knife throwing

Don’t Breathe, Don’t Breath 2 are behind him.

“We’re getting out. We can and we will.” You whispered to your friend.

Tears were streaming down her face. “I don’t know, I’m so afraid.”

“We gotta be brave.” Hesitantly you reached out and squeezed her hand.

Outside the room the floorboards creaked. You couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Hearing the metallic creak of the door knob you laid flat and tried to remain as still as possible.

The door clanged open, “Which of these bitches should we enjoy first?”

“I don’t know.”

Their voices made you ill. “How about the feisty one?”

“Nah, I want to work on her. I want to break her. Grab the other one.”

You tried not to flinch when they grabbed your friend. Her screams ripped through you.

When the door slammed shut you finally let yourself breath. You had to do something. Your hands were still bound together, but those idiots had not tied your feet.

Turning, you managed to finally sit up. Turning, rolling your wrists and tugging the best you could finally freed them from whatever rope they had used to bind them together.

Damn, if all of this didn’t make your head lurch. Bile raced its way up your throat but you managed to swallow it down..

Crouching and bracing yourself the best you could, you looked through the key hole. None of them were in sight.

Slowly turning the knob. You barely opened the door, you had to make sure that the hallway was clear.

You crept slowly down the hall. You stopped when hearing your friend’s screams and the jeers of the men. The door was ajar. Holding your breath you had to glance in. They all appeared to be in there. You didn’t remember seeing any more then four. And they were all in there.

Tears, instantly streamed down your face as you pressed your hands against your mouth. When your friend managed to drag her head up, from what you could see from the curtain of her hair, she didn’t look like she would last much longer. Oh god, your friend, your best friend was going to die by their hands. You had to do something.

There was nothing for you to grab. You’d have to hope for a fast death. But, but that meant they could get others and keep on doing this. You had to get out of there. You’d come back and kill all of them.

You crept down the stairs.

“I’m going to take a leak. Keep her alive a little longer.” You heard one of them say. Looking back you saw his face.

Why the hell did you look back, damn it.

“Hey guys. The other little mouse is free!”

You began to run down the stairs. How your legs carried you, you honestly did not know.

Seeing the front door, you ran to it. You made quick work of then locks and stumbling you ran out but tripped down the stairs. He saw you and the others were behind him. You struggled but managed to get up.

You ran then. He was closer then you wished and stopped the others. They looked like hungry dogs kept at bay.

“I have an idea. Let’s make this fun.”

He reached into his into a sheath of some kind on his belt. Your eyes grew and ran harder even when your lungs began to hurt. It did’t compare to the pain that blossomed in your arms.

“Damn missed!” He snapped his fingers.

“Let’s get her.”

“Run little girl, we’ll get you.”

You managed to glance back and saw him getting ready to throw another throwing knife.

You dodged into a yard. Seeing a fence, you practically fell against it, before you somehow managed to climb up it. All these houses looked like husks of their former selves.

That’s when you saw an old man on his porch.

If you made it to him, you’d be safe. That’s when pain slammed into you and you crumbled to the ground. A scream was pulled from your depths.

Hoots and hollers came from behind you. “Let her bleed out some, we’ll drive around and grab her.”

Looking at the source of your pain, one of those throwing knives stuck out of your thigh.

You had to get up. You did but then screaming you collapsed back onto the hard ground. You clawed your way up when you felt strong hands helped you to your feet.

Blinking, you looked up into a scared worn face. “Why are you screaming?” A voice asked. It sounded as if pieces of sand paper had scraped against each other. It was the old man you had seen on the porch.

“These manics ran my friend and I off the road and brought us here.” You cried. “You got to help me.”

“I don’t want any trouble.”

You looked up into his eyes or what was left of them. His eyes were milky, no not exactly that. They were actually silvery like a star burst in them and took away the color. They looked towards you but not at you.

“They already killed my friend and they are going to kill me next. And they are coming.” You grabbed his gray flannel shirt. “You have to help me, please.”

A guttural sound came from him. “Alright. Follow me. Just for tonight, so they don’t find you. But then I want you gone.”

“Sure, sure. I promise but please let’s hurry. I don’t want them killing you too.”

He made another sound, before sighing. “Hold my arm and follow me.”

“Alright.”

You don’t know how he managed but in no time at all you were up onto his porch, and into the warmth of his house. Backing away you gave him room so he could take care of the locks.

“Thank…thank you.” You managed as you watched him.

A darkness, a fuzzy warmth began to fill you. “I..I…umm.” The blackness dragged you and the world fell away.

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Starbursts and Second Chances

Part 2

Summary: Reader wakes up.

Blinking, you were aware that you were awake. You sat up. A groan pouring from your lips.

“Careful.” A raspy voice cautioned.

Looking around, it all came rushing back to you. With a soft whimper on your lips you laid back down, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I took that knife out of your leg.” He added.

You began to shake, tears didn’t come but you were racked with being heartbroken over what had just happened.

Slowly, you opening your eyes looking in the direction of his voice.

“Thank you.” You managed to whisper.

“You should have some of this.” You watched as he grabbed the glass near you and held it out to you. “It has been too long since had some fluids.”

Slowly you shifted so that you faced him. “Didn’t I just get here?” You asked though a part of you didn’t believe your own question.

“No.” It was a sharp abrupt response.

It startled you. “Then how long have I been out?”

Trembles went through you as you reached out and grabbed the glass. With a shaky hand you brought it to your lips.

“A day and a half.” His voice was softer.

Shaking you finished the water. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He took a breath. “They did a real number on you.”

“How could you tell?”

This time when he looked in your direction, the starburst that had replaced his iris and pupil, looked directly at you. Or at least that is what it felt like. If you were honest, you felt as if part of him look even deeper into you.

“As I cleaned you up the sounds that came from you while enveloped in darkness spoke of the pain they inflicted upon you.”

“Oh.” You dropped the glass into your lap when you looked down. You realized you were no longer clad in the clothes you had ran over in.

“They are are on the chair in the corner. I couldn’t very well kept you such soiled clothes.”

You were wearing a t-shirt and when you pulled that blanket aside some pajama pants.

“I didn’t take any liberties. It isn’t the first time I did that.” He grimaced. “Before, when I had a daughter, there had been times when she had grown ill, and I had to clean her up. I did it then and now it had been time for me to clean you up; so I did.”

“Thank you.”

He reached over and grabbed the glass you dropped. You really knew how he was so keen on things. Because then you watched was he poured you another glass.

“Drink this one slower and tell me what happened.”

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Starbursts and Second Chances

Part 3

Summary: Reader begins to tell Norman what happened.

You took the glass and sighed. “Thank you.”Taking a sip you composed yourself. “I suppose, I’ll start in the beginning.”

He grimaced, “Usually that’s the best place.”

“Yeah.” You nodded and took another sip. “So, my friend Janie and I had enough of our lives in NY. I left behind a mother who probably hasn’t even noticed that I’m gone and Janie no family. So we decided to start anew in California or any least somewhere different.”

“That’s not terribly safe.”

You shrugged. “True. But we needed a change. Something different. We also tried very hard to had not to take any major risks. To be safe.”

You took a sip of the water. A large lump formed in your throat as you remembered.

“It was going fine until we were just outside of the city.”

The lump held onto your words. You struggled.

“We gassed up and got some snacks. We planned on driving for at least another hour or two before, we’d stop for the night. That’s when those monsters ran us into a ditch.”

You stopped, looking off in front of you. But you did not see. Your eyes didn’t land or focus on the faded and aged wallpaper. Nor did you really see the worn curtains that hung on the window.

All you saw was what happened that night. You remembered, coming around in the ditch. You could smell the acrid smoke that stung your nose. Your head began to throb as you remembered seeing blood, had there been a gash. You still were not terribly sure. After struggling with your own belt, then you struggled with Janie’s. It didn’t want to budge.

You supposed they had waited a moment, making sure the car was not going to blow up because they swarmed it. They were like hungry wolves falling on their prey. They practically tore you both from the car. You had fought the most. Janie had struggled but they managed to knock her out. You fought hard but then in the end, they knocked you out too.

“That explains, why your head was tender.”

You nodded startled. In your upset state, you had not even realized you had begun talking again.

“Yes.” Your voice crack as the emotions began to swirl around you.

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