𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓 🃏 (EDWARD NASHTON x READER)

"I Love Games Too"

Peering up at the half broken clock you groaned slightly, 3:30PM, "okay, 4 more hours til I can get out of this fucked up place." You whispered making sure no one was around. Grabbing onto the cheap paper coffee cups you take a deep breath and put on a smile before sliding the break room's door open, walking out you look at Mr. Wilson and give a half assed smile, knowing that's all you needed. Taking gentle strides making sure not to walk to fast, walk to slow, falter your sickening grin that's plastered on your face you finally make it over to one of the familiar faces you were delivering coffee too.

"Good morning Mr. Nashton," you grin a little more this time lightly placing the coffee down, he's probably around 5-7 years older than you but he has this boyish, awkward, nerdy face, strangely different from his body. He's tall and has this large presence when you're near. His expression rarely changes except for when you're dropping coffee off, he seems on edge, shuffling in his chair as if he's looking for another way to say "thank you." It slightly interests you but also frustrates you. It makes you want to make him want you like the other men do.

Ah, that's it, that's the difference between him and the others, he doesn't seem attracted to you. In fact he seems uncomfortable when you come near him, you started telling yourself it's probably just because he doesn't have much experience with women. "He's probably just the same as all those other disgusting pigs, especially the ones with power. The one's that get away with everything they do," you think before getting cut off by Edward's stuttering murmur "thanks y/n."

You look up realizing you were looking down at the floor, his word's lit something in you. "Oh, yeah it's no problem- no problem at all," you blurt out. He said your name, a change from how you've been addressed the entire time working there. You've become accustomed to hearing "babydoll, sweetheart, baby" etc. and even the occasional "bitch, whore, or slut" when the men get a little too frustrated with their work. You feel your face get slightly warmer and bluntly reply with "I've got to finish passing these out, enjoy Mr. Nashton," and scurry away before he could answer.

The entire day, no matter what you were doing you couldn't stop thinking about this man. "God, what's so different with him. He's just a distraction." You told yourself pushing through the rough day struggling to keep the unnatural, happy attitude. You kept looking back at him while working and a few times he's caught you, always leaving you with a red face. You think about every little detail of this man, his sandy brown hair that looks like it hasn't been brushed and just swept to the side, his slightly downturned eyes that squint when he focuses too hard, his hands that are always at work whether it's typing or writing notes in his notebook, how he let's out funny noises when he's proud of himself or gets frustrated. "Ugh this is gonna be difficult," you sigh.

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EDWARDS POV:

"God what is this woman doing to me," I think squinting at my notes as I draw a little sketch of her soft features. "She's become a much more uncomfortable distraction than I intended," I look down at my pants feeling a slight tightness just from thinking about her. I've watched her for so many days, so many nights, "Fuck those were the best nights." I think again letting out a soft sigh reminiscing about around a month ago, seeing her in her tiny apartment slowly stripping out of her cute mini skirt from work and unbuttoning her slightly too tight white blouse. "Damn it. I have to stay focused, at least until later..." I compromise already feeling harder down there.

I get through the day and let out a sigh as I log out of my work computer and pack up my things to leave. Turning around to the exit I abruptly stop to see two large eyes glaring at me, "H-hi Mr. Nashton," I love it when she calls me that, "Hello?" I reply. "Umm I was wondering if you had any plans..." She begins, she's so adorable when she's flustered. She cuts me off before I could even open my mouth "I-I MEAN NOT NOW OF COURSE- if you're busy that is, or umm if you-" She grows red quickly as if she realized something insane. "Youprobablyhaveagirlfriend- o-or a wife don't you." The words caught me off guard bothering me a little more than it should've, rushing to think of an intelligent answer I draw a blank "Fuck Eddie, you're a fucking forensic accountant and graduated at the top of your class how can you not answer this?!?!" I thought.

Stammering and obviously flustered I answer blankly "No I don't have any plans and I don't have a significant other. Why?" Already knowing why I watch as she takes a deep breath trying to compose herself, her pretty fingers fidgeting with the small beaded bracelet she's always wearing. "Would you like to get something to eat on our way home?" She finally asked. I look at her trying not to answer right away and I simply nod and say "I'd like that y/n."

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YOUR POV:

Completely flustered and embarrassed I nod and say "I know this really good Italian place if you like Italian food?" God this is so embarrassing, I completely ruined my entire act in front of him. "That sounds good, would you like me to carry that?" He says a little more enthusiastically and pointing at my bag that is obviously heavy. "Oh no it's really okay plus you have stuff you're carrying." I smile slightly at him. "Alright let's go then," he heads towards the door to hold it for you. "Thank you so much," I finish still smiling. We continue to the subway station because our apartments are pretty far away, I only know he lives near me because a month or so ago he helped pick up mail I clumsily dropped and said he was heading inside the building though, before that I'd never seen him there.

We finally reach the station and it'd take around 15 minutes to get to our destination. Struggling to come up with things to say I bring up work, "Sooo.. get anything done today?" I ask hesitantly. "Oh uhm, just tying up some odds and ends, nothing too interesting." He replies looking down at his shoes, seemingly nervous. I think for a moment and he cuts off my train of thought. "So why'd you ask me to dinner?" He murmured almost inaudibly. Thinking for a minute I reply with "you don't seem like the type that goes out often, I thought it might be nice. And I don't have many friends these days." He finally looks up at me like he's going to say something but just lets out a small "hm."

A loud distorted voice over the speaker says our stop is coming up soon. Reaching the station we step off and beginning our 5 minute walk to the restaurant. Over dinner we talked a lot more than I'd thought. We had a lot in common I figured out. He likes little riddles, puzzles, and quizzes and I like games and cards, I love the strategy and thinking about it and so does he. We talked about how the politicians have gone corrupt and the empty promises Gotham made, he said he was an orphan and I explained I was one too but only at a young age and got adopted soon after. We talked for a while and I saw him smile and even laugh for the first time. I was right, he wasn't like the other men in this city.

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