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pollonegro666 · 1 year

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2022/10/31 Hoy es el cumple de mi amigo Phatax Mytho y los niños le han pedido truco para que abriera la tumba y rompiera la bolsa para tener barras y monedas de chocolate.

Today is my friend Phatax Mytho's birthday and the children have asked him for a trick to open the tomb and break the bag to have chocolate bars and coins.

Google translation into Italian: Oggi è il compleanno del mio amico Phatax Mytho e i bambini gli hanno chiesto un trucco per aprire la tomba e rompere la borsa per avere barrette di cioccolato e monete.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Hoje é aniversário do meu amigo Phatax Mytho e as crianças pediram a ele um truque para abrir a tumba e quebrar o saco para comer barras de chocolate e moedas.

Google Translation into French: Aujourd'hui c'est l'anniversaire de mon ami Phatax Mytho et les enfants lui ont demandé une astuce pour ouvrir la tombe et casser le sac pour avoir des tablettes de chocolat et des pièces.

Google Translation into Arabic: اليوم هو عيد ميلاد صديقي وقد طلب منه الأطفال خدعة لفتح القبر وكسر الحقيبة للحصول على قطع الشوكولاتة والعملات المعدنية.

Google Translation into German: Heute ist der Geburtstag meines Freundes Phatax Mytho und die Kinder haben ihn nach einem Trick gefragt, um das Grab zu öffnen und die Tasche zu zerbrechen, um Schokoriegel und Münzen zu bekommen.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Sot është ditëlindja e mikut tim dhe fëmijët i kërkuan atij një mashtrim për të hapur varrin dhe për të thyer çantën për të marrë karamele dhe monedha.

Google Translation into Armenian: Այսօր ընկերոջս ծննդյան օրն է, և երեխաները նրան հնարք խնդրեցին բացել գերեզմանը և ջարդել պայուսակը, որպեսզի ստանային կոնֆետներ և մետաղադրամներ:

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Днес е рожденият ден на моя приятел и децата му предложиха трик да отвори гробницата и да счупи торбата, за да вземе бонбони и монети.

Google Translation into Czech: Dnes má můj přítel narozeniny a děti ho požádaly o trik, jak otevřít hrobku a rozbít pytel, aby získaly tyčinky a mince.

Google Translation into Slovak: Dnes má môj priateľ narodeniny a deti ho požiadali o trik, ako otvoriť hrobku a rozbiť tašku, aby získali tyčinky a mince.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Danes je moj prijatelj rojstni dan in otroci so ga prosili za trik, da odpre grobnico in razbije vrečko, da dobi bonbone in kovance.

Google Translation into Suomi: Tänään on ystäväni syntymäpäivä ja lapset pyysivät häneltä temppua haudan avaamiseen ja pussin rikkomiseen saadakseen karkkipatukoita ja kolikoita.

Google Translation into Greek: Σήμερα είναι τα γενέθλια του φίλου μου και τα παιδιά του ζήτησαν ένα κόλπο για να ανοίξουν τον τάφο και να σπάσουν την τσάντα για να πάρουν ζαχαρωτά και νομίσματα.

Google Translation into Dutch: Vandaag is mijn vriend jarig en de kinderen vroegen hem een truc om het graf te openen en de zak te breken om snoeprepen en munten te krijgen.

Google Translation into Norwegian: I dag har vennen min bursdag og barna ba ham et triks for å åpne graven og knekke posen for å få godteribarer og mynter.

Google Translation into Polish: Dzisiaj są urodziny mojego przyjaciela i dzieci poprosiły go o podstęp, aby otworzyć grobowiec i rozbić torbę, aby zdobyć batoniki i monety.

Google Translation into Romanian: Astăzi este ziua prietenului meu și copiii i-au cerut un truc să deschidă mormântul și să spargă punga pentru a obține bomboane și monede.

Google Translation into Russian: Сегодня день рождения моего друга, и дети попросили его открыть гробницу и разбить сумку, чтобы получить шоколадные батончики и монеты.

Google Translation into Swedish: Idag är det min väns födelsedag och barnen bad honom ett knep för att öppna graven och bryta påsen för att få godisbitar och mynt.

Google Translation into Turkish: Bugün arkadaşımın doğum günü ve çocuklar ondan mezarı açıp çantayı kırıp şeker ve madeni para almak için bir numara istediler.

Google Translation into Bengali: আজ আমার বন্ধুর জন্মদিন এবং বাচ্চারা তাকে কবর খুলতে এবং ক্যান্ডি বার এবং কয়েন পেতে ব্যাগ ভাঙার কৌশল জিজ্ঞাসা করেছিল।

Google Translation into Chinese: 今天是我朋友的生日，孩子们问他一个技巧，打开坟墓，打破袋子，得到糖果和硬币。

Google Translation into Korean: 오늘은 내 친구의 생일인데 아이들이 그에게 무덤을 열고 가방을 부수고 사탕과 동전을 얻는 트릭을 물었다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: היום יום הולדת לחבר שלי והילדים ביקשו ממנו טריק לפתוח את הקבר ולשבור את השקית כדי להשיג חטיפי ממתקים ומטבעות.

Google Translation into Hindi: आज मेरे दोस्त का जन्मदिन है और बच्चों ने उससे मकबरा खोलने और कैंडी बार और सिक्के प्राप्त करने के लिए बैग तोड़ने की एक तरकीब पूछी।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Hari ini adalah hari ulang tahun teman saya dan anak-anak memintanya trik untuk membuka makam dan memecahkan tas untuk mendapatkan permen dan koin.

Google Translation into Japanese: 今日は私の友人の誕生日で、子供たちは彼に墓を開けてバッグを壊してキャンディーバーとコインを手に入れるためのトリックを尋ねました.

Google Translation into Malay: Hari ini adalah hari lahir kawan saya dan anak-anak bertanya kepadanya helah untuk membuka kubur dan memecahkan beg untuk mendapatkan bar gula-gula dan syiling.

Google Translation into Pashtun: نن زما د ملګري کلیزه ده او ماشومانو له هغه څخه د قبر د خلاصولو او کڅوړې د ماتولو لپاره یو چل وغوښت ترڅو د شیدو بارونه او سکې ترلاسه کړي.

Google Translation into Persian: امروز تولد دوستم است و بچه ها از او ترفندی خواستند تا قبر را باز کنند و کیسه را بشکنند تا شیرینی و سکه بگیرند.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Ngayon ang kaarawan ng aking kaibigan at ang mga bata ay nagtanong sa kanya ng isang trick upang buksan ang libingan at basagin ang bag upang makakuha ng mga kendi at barya.

Google Translation into Thai: วันนี้เป็นวันเกิดเพื่อนของฉัน และเด็กๆ ได้ถามเคล็ดลับในการเปิดหลุมฝังศพและทุบถุงเพื่อรับลูกกวาดและเหรียญ

Google Translation into Urdu: آج میرے دوست کی سالگرہ ہے اور بچوں نے اس سے قبر کو کھولنے اور کینڈی کی سلاخیں اور سکے حاصل کرنے کے لیے تھیلی کو توڑنے کا طریقہ پوچھا۔

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Сьогодні день народження мого друга, і діти попросили його відкрити гробницю та розбити мішок, щоб отримати цукерки та монети.

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geaesaekki · 2 days

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@stillresolved sent :

He tries not to let it happen too often, but somehow, always, he ends up doing it once more. Drinking to forget. It creeps up on him, the regret and the bitterness of it all– was there even a point to any of what he did at all– no matter where he goes, but none so often as when he comes back to an empty apartment. Ga-ram hates being at home alone. Isn’t that why it was easier to be K? Judge Kang needed someone available 24/7, someone willing to be errand boy, middle man, and co-conspirator, all in one. Now he’s none of those things and well, there’s only so many things Ga-ram can do before he starts spiraling again. Which he already has. He’s not sure when Mara decided to come around, not sure if they had plans for such either, but he recognizes her voice. His head spins as he stumbles to the door and then glares at her. “...What happened to asking before coming around?” ( still here with some sads....so here's maram :'3 )

Mara and Garam together, they drink, a lot. It always starts with beers, be it at the bar or at one of their places, with a chat and food, the beers lead to tequila and the tequila lead to watching dumb movies and fucking against a wall. It's fun. She likes those nights with him - however, they don't happen on a daily basis. Being creatures of solitude, they both need their own space, these nights of just being by themselves like a retreat, or at least, that's how it used to be. More and more, Mara finds herself knocking on his door without sending a text first. It's correlated to how her life has been spiraling into chaos these days, she has started to talk to him, to open up, slowly but surely. Garam... it's different, he listens, he listens a lot. Sometimes he doesn't speak yet it's the perfect form of comfort that Mara seeks in him, again, he listens to her like nobody else does. He worries too, by lecturing her and telling her she's going to be arrested yet all she hears is concern and it reassures her not to be completely alone anymore in her mistakes. All the space she starts occupying, it could have been space for him to talk to, but he does not. Perhaps, once or twice, yet it was brief, about the life he lived before about how it's not his life anymore. Mara is aware by whom's side Garam has been working for so many years and yet... he never quite described the hole it left in his life, truly, she has no idea. The door is wide open and the scene is so not expected. Drunk sure he is, but he usually waits for her to start the festivities. His first words are spoken, like a true drunk man - he attacks, which causes a slight frown above her eyes and a sarcastic scoff. Classic Garam though.

"Yeah yeah sorry papi, you don't get to kick me out or you're gonna die alone." Mara speaks walking inside, pushing him with her shoulder, and throwing her leather jacket to the side as it hits a chair and lands on it. "I bought some burgers from accross the street. Oh, and you look like shit." She says, flashing the paper bag that she sets down the first wooden surface she can find. Turning around, she's staring at him. No matter how she wants to keep on getting sassy like she always does, she doesn't like that sight og him in that state so much. Him telling her she should text first... what is it, was is drinking himself to death when she isn't around or something? Mara believes it's either harder or easier to have a conversation with him now. Harder as talking to a drunk can be a complicated task - but perhaps easier as in, maybe, now with all his walls down he would open up to her. Stepping to stand in front of him, one of her hand scoops his jawline, taking a long look at him, pensive. "Say you're freshly coming back from the club. Say you don't always drink alone like that." It's 8pm. She knows the answer already, Garam doesn't party. "Come on, talk to me."

#螈 : 𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚 / the chameleon.#螈 : 𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚 / interactions.#stillresolved #IM SO HAPPY TO GET TO ALL THE THINGS YOUVE SENT THANK YOU #Waw I'm weak for Maram #Like the more we write them the more it adds to them and its like UGH I CAN FEEEL THEM #She worries about him : ( < 3 #Its saddies but man I'm excited for this thread SM #Its usually Mara going on and on about her chaotic life and mask girl bs #Now its finally his TURN #Shes ready

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concerthopperblog · 7 months

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The Used Tour 2023

Fans packed Buffalo RiverWorks for the long-awaited comeback of The Used to Buffalo, NY. It had been a minute since the band had passed through the “city of good neighbors,” and you could feel the excitement in the air. The venue quickly filled with young and old fans ready to rock out to what would be an absolutely epic night. Coming along for the ride were crowd favorites Seeping With Sirens and Dead Americans. Fans who had opted for the VIP package had enjoyed a special meet and greet with the band, bags full of goodies, and were taking full advantage of their early entry access by lining the front of the barricade. With the line to get in and cars packing into the parking lot, Buffalo was excited to welcome back this OG emo band from Utah properly.

Taking the stage first was Dead American. If you haven’t heard of this band before you’re missing out. This five-piece band from Southern California projects the perfect blend of modern sound elements along with post-hardcore vibes. Led by singer Cove Reber, the band pulls influence from artists such as Taking Back Sunday, Underoath and Senses Fail. For this crowd that was a perfect warmup to the night. Almost immediately the band drew the crowd’s attention with energetic movement and hard-hitting lyrics. The band’s songs cover a wide horizon of issues and emotions laying heavy on topics of struggling with addiction, relationships, and daily life issues. Their most recent album New Nostalgia is chock-full of favorites such as “Not Buying In”, “Anything Different” and “Choke”.

Crowd favorite Sleeping With Sirens was up next. Kellen Quinn’s vocals have always been distinct and unique in the best way and are a key staple to the band’s popular sound. The energy the band carried on stage kept everyone in the venue on their toes. Jumping off the elevated platforms on stage and multiple microphone swings kept the energy of their performance electric throughout the night and fans flooded the GA floor. Formed in 2009, the band from Orlando, Florida, has always been known best for their post-hardcore style and pop-punk sound. Fans danced and sang along to favorites including one of the band’s more popular songs, “If You Can’t Hang” off their 2011 album Let’s Cheer to This. Heavy-hitting drums and punching guitar sounds made this set absolutely incredible. Kellen Quinn even stopped by the band’s merch table to chat with some very excited fans, sign some merch, and take some pictures.

Finally, up next was The Used. Florals decorated the entire stage as well as the microphone stand giving off an almost dreamy, euphoric vibe. As the lights dimmed fans exploded into cheers, eagerly awaiting the band’s presence on stage. Lead singer Bert McCracken wasted absolutely no time catapulting into their first heavy-hitting song. McCracken wore a dark Bowie Jacket and familiar skeleton gloves as he turned the atmosphere in the venue electric. There’s always the question of what kind of songs will be included in a band’s setlist. Most older fans were clearly hoping for the band’s older hits, while younger new fans were more keyed on their more recent releases. Neither age group had much to worry about as the band played the perfect mix of both from start to finish. Playing songs such as “Take It Away”, “Paralyzed” and “All That I’ve Got” were just a few of the colorful setlists from the night. At one point during the show McCracken spewed a string of playful F*** You’s to the crowd who happily took the opportunity to answer back, with middle fingers in the air and all. The rare and heavy lyrics of the band’s sound had the fans singing along to every song. Malicious guitar sounds and dark vocals pair beautifully with the band’s unique sounds and it’s easy to see why they are still around. At one point McCracken brought a handful of lucky fans onstage to sing along. With the set coming to an end and fans soaked in sweat, the band pulled out two of their most popular songs “Bulimic” and “Box Full of Sharp Objects.” If you couldn’t make it inside the venue for the show you were sure to have heard fans singing along in the next state over.

As fans slowly made their way out of the venue, we can only hope that the band doesn’t wait as long next time to visit Buffalo. Want to catch this awesome tour? Head over to The Used’s website and grab your tickets before they sell out. You can catch them in a city near you throughout mid-October!

#2023 #Review #concert photography #Concerthopper #concert review #new york #The Used #Buffalo #Live Show #music

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highleebuducated · 9 months

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beginningen · 10 months

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ako bitaw ga butang og bunot sa imong bag, erich 😭 huhu sorry love you

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opplevkambodsja · 1 year

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Vann og moro første nyttårsdag

Vanntilgang var og er sentral i historie og kultur i Kambodsja. Store, næringsrike elver og innsjø ga vann til flere rishøstinger i året og store mengder næringsrik annen flora og fauna.

Og en storby og hovedstad i et imperium ble bygd takket være avansert vannkontrollteknologi. Angkor byområde var en såkalt hydraulisk by, helt avhengig av at elver, kanaler, bassenger og vollgraver fungerte prikkfritt.

Vann har også stor betydning i buddhismen, slik det har i de fleste religioner.

Vannlykke

Første nyttårsdag, Moha Sangkranta, innledes tradisjonelt med rituell vask av ansikt i vievann. Til lunsj en rituell vask av bryst. Og til kvelds, før leggetid, vask av føtter.

Dette er et lykkerituale for det nye året. Tanken er å vaske bort alt som gikk feil, var dumt, vondt og uheldig fra året som var. Og starte året på ny frisk.

Uformell vannfestival

Fra dette kommer det som anses som morsomst for gjester og iallefall de yngre garder i nyttårsfeiringen: Sprute vann og symbolsk strø hvit talkum på hverandre, og basalt sett alle i nærheten.

Vannpistoler og vanngeværer selges overalt, inkludert i pop-up gateboder. Ledsaget av spann, trau, og små og store oppbevaringsbokser for vann. Omlading gjøres fortløpende.

Samt beskyttelsesbriller. Ikke bare for å kunne se, men det er ikke alltid godt å vite hvor vannet kommer fra. Drikkbart er det uansett ikke. Og neppe vievann. Noen sikrer seg med å putte på vernemaske, ingen pandeminyhet i det.

Og fra lunsjtider første nyttårsdag er khmer-ungene ute i gatene, veiene og veitene og spruter vann på alt og alle som passerer. Utover ettermiddagen følges de av yngre khmer-voksne og ikke så reint få turister og enkelte gater er full av folk som spruter vann på hverandre og de som måtte finne på å passere.

Pickup og små lastebiler lastes opp med vanntanker og folk med vannslanger og vanngeværer. Og kjører rundt og spruter vann på hverandre og det som måtte bevege seg på og i nærheten av veien.

Om det nå er til fots, eller på hjul.

Og dette fortsetter utover kvelden, ledsaget av musikk, mat og drikke, sang og dans, og enda mer vann.

Det er generelt en blanding av gatefest og familie-/vennelag i boliger med åpning ut mot vei, og sjølsagt der det er parker og grønne områder er det samlinger av folk som er unge, eller føler seg unge til sinns. Og mer vann.

Alle skal bli våte

Det er mulig å komme seg forholdsvis tørr rundt omkring, iallefall om man framstår som litt reservert turist, eller kan peke på gode grunner. Som kamerautstyr.

Men det er ikke garantert. Første nyttårsdag går folk utendørs med klær som takler vann og talkum. Og det som ikke tåler vann eller pulver, tas med i vanntett veske, bag eller etui.

Eller slikt er innelåst på rommet. Det er også stedet å være om man ikke orker mer vannsprut. Mat og drikke bør være kjøpt inn på forhånd, og det er alltids mulighet for å bestille matlevering på døra.

Vannsprut og fest fortsetter ut i de små timer. Iallefall i byene.

#khmer #new year #Choul #Chnam Thmey #khmersmiles #khmerladies #khmerkjøkken #vann #vannfest #vannpistol #vanngevær #kambodsja #khmerkultur #mat #buddhisme #drikke #opplevkambodsja

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soulorasta · 4 years

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#famous dex #dexter #og gas bag

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senbonsol · 2 years

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The Calm Before the Storm

Michael Myers x Reader (RZ Michael ‘cause he’s my favorite, but OG Michael would probably work too.)

It got a little long, sorry ;-;

Please be kind, this is my first slasher fanfic.

Note: (y/n)/you; they/them used. Did my best to keep it gender neutral. Slow(ish) burn. Alternating POV between Reader and Michael. Sorry for any formatting issues, I’m an idiot lol. All of the readers pov starts with “ugh”. It was an accident (at first) I swear lol. Michael may be a bit ooc, but I tried lol.

TRIGGER WARNING: Michael being Michael. Kidnapping. Bones broken (reader). Attempted r*pe (but it doesn’t actually happen, it’s stopped before it even begins). Some dude being a disgusting creep. Read at your own discretion, if something listed here is a possible trigger for you, please don’t read it. Your mental health is more important than a fanfiction.

Word Count: 3930

Summary: Reader and Michael are in a somewhat established relationship. Michael is still coming to terms with the way you make him feel. The fact that you make him feel at all. Michael comes home and finds the house in disarray, and you’re missing. Naturally, he’s pissed.

Michael stood over you, watching as you frantically scurried around the house trying to get ready--already running late for work. He mentally sighed as he watched you search for the keys that were already in your hands. At first he found it amusing, but now it was just getting sad. And he was getting bored.

“Michael, have you seen my keys? I’m already late, and-”

A rough hand caught your wrist, bringing your arm up to jingle the keys in front of your face. Your face flushed, your embarrassment obvious.

“Thank you Michael.” You smiled shyly. He gave no response, not that you had expected him to. “My shift ends at midnight, and your dinner is in the fridge. I’ll see you later tonight, okay?” You offered, already on your way out the door.

Michael stood in the window, annoyed as he watched you get into your car and leave for the night. You were a good distraction, your voice usually much louder than the others raging inside of his mind. As soon as he was alone again, that oh so familiar itch returned. Michael felt like he was crawling in his skin. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white. It was time to hunt.

Ugh.

It was a slow night. You turned to glance at the clock behind the register, silently willing the time to move just a little faster. You only had about two hours left and quitting time couldn’t come soon enough. You were ready to get back home to Michael. He had seemed like he was in a decent enough mood when you had left for work earlier on in the day, maybe you could convince him to sit down and relax with you when you got home. Maybe I could even get him to cuddle. You thought, excitedly. A fond smile spread across your face. Just a little longer.

The sound of the door opening and heavy footsteps tore you from your thoughts. You glanced at the door and smiled in greeting.

“Hello, how can I help you tonight sir?”

A tall, scruffy looking man stared back at you. Beady eyed and intense. You swallowed nervously as he sized you up, before breaking his gaze and walking to the coolers in the back of the store. You had just started this job a week ago, part time at a small 24-hour gas station on the edge of town. It wasn’t a difficult job by any means, but it was boring. Since you were the newest addition to the staff, of course you got the shit end of the stick when it came to the schedule. You quickly learned that the night shift, however boring it may be, was also extremely nerve wracking. There were quite a few unsavory types that wandered in at all hours of the night, and you were slowly getting used to creepy dudes checking you out.

He wandered the store for what seemed like forever, before settling on a case of beer and a bag of chips. You had tried to make yourself seem busy, trying to avoid his uncomfortable gaze, but you were failing miserably. Your discomfort is written all over your face, your body is stiff. Something about this man made you uncomfortable. As he finally made his way up to the counter, you felt your heart rate speed up.

He dropped his items on the counter, eyes never leaving yours, and finally spoke.

“This and a pack of your cheapest smokes, sugar.” His voice is deep and gravelly. You involuntarily shudder, but quickly try pushing your discomfort aside. The quicker I get this done, the sooner he will leave. You thought, shaky hands fumbling with the items on the counter. As you turned to grab the cigarettes from the wall behind you, you heard the creep whistle lowly.

Disgusting.

Michael won’t be happy to hear about this later.

You decided it would probably be for the best to ignore it, and just get the transaction over with. You smiled again, but it was less welcoming this time. More forced as you handed him his change.

“Have a nice night, sir.” Your voice betrays you a bit, a small quiver escaping your lips.

This time he smiles back. It isn’t a warm, friendly smile by any means-but a predatory one. One that made the hair on your neck stand at attention, a chill running down your spine. Seemingly amused by your reaction, he just stood there for a moment. Watching. Waiting. Not much different than the way Michael watched you when you really think about it.

But everything about it was different at the same time.

Michael had never made you feel this way, even the first time you had met him. Of course, Michael had scared you a bit. But it wasn’t anything like this.

Finally he had grabbed his items, and had turned to leave. Once he was gone, you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

God, I hope I never have to see that creep again.

You glanced at the clock again. An hour and a half left until you were safe in Michael’s arms. It couldn’t come soon enough.

The streets of Haddonfield were quiet. The only sounds to be heard were the soft pitter-patter of the rain, and Michael’s heavy breathing as he stalked toward a small blue house. Glancing inside the window, he saw a young couple inside, people Michael had never seen before. Newcomers, wanting to settle down in a small idyllic neighborhood.

They would soon come to realize how wrong they were about this place.

Not that they would live long enough to regret it.

They were sitting on the couch together, laughing and watching what looked to be a cheesy horror movie. Michael almost smirked. Almost. They had no clue that the real boogeyman was just outside their window. No idea of the true monster they were about to come face to face with.

Michael silently rounded on the small home, sneaking around to try the back door. It was unlocked. The whole situation was almost laughable. He slowly entered the house and had a look around. It’s truly astonishing just how quiet Michael is. This man could sneak up on Death himself. This poor couple never stood a chance.

He slowly edged his way into the living room, walking until he was literally towering over the back of the couch. They still didn’t notice. This was almost too easy. Instead of going in for the kill, he decided to watch them for a moment longer. For some reason or another, the young woman in front of him reminded him of (y/n). They had the same big belly laugh. The same knee jerk comedic reactions to the film. Even the way the woman scrunched her nose at her partner made Michael think of them.

It disgusted him.

The very things Michael found endearing about (y/n), he found revolting in this woman in front of him. She would be first. He then turned his attention to her partner. The young man was sitting with his arm wrapped protectively around her, chuckling a bit at her antics. He was so small compared to Michael. So weak. There wouldn’t be much of a fight, if any at all.

He gently snaked his hand into the woman's hair, prompting a soft giggle to fall from her lips.

“Adam stop that, it tickles!” she laughed.

“What do you mean babe, I haven’t moved.” he replied.

“Right, I’m sure that someone else ran their fingers through my hair just now. Stop trying to scare me! It isn’t working!” she giggled again. The sound made Michael's stomach roll.

Adam stiffened, slowly turning his head to look behind them. Michael tilted his head as their gazes met. Adam’s eyes widened in horror as he leapt from his seat and stumbled backward, tripping over the coffee table and falling to the floor. Really, this was too easy. The young woman froze in place. Adam was on the floor, but the fingers were still in her hair. There really was another person in the house.

She tried to scream, but just as she opened her mouth Michael’s knife plunged into her throat.

Adam screamed instead.

“VAL NO!” he wailed, as he lunged towards Michael. He caught Adam by the neck easily. These people were far too loud. He would take care of that. With what Michael would consider a warning squeeze, he had crushed the man's throat.

Neither of them would ever make another offensive sound again.

Michael stood over their bodies for a moment, gazing down at them. Relishing his kill. Satisfaction coursing through him. The itch, momentarily, scratched. A wave of calm had washed over him, finally. After a moment, he looked around for a clock. It read 12:30 am. He had stayed out later than he anticipated. He needed to get home to (y/n), they should be back by now. With one final glance at his prey, he turned and stepped out the back door.

Ugh.

Finally, your shift had ended. Time to go home. After saying goodnight to your replacement, you ran to your car across the lot. The soft drizzle outside had turned into a full on downpour, completely soaking you from head to toe. You hopped into the driver's seat and tried starting your car up.

It didn’t turn over.

“Oh my gosh, no!” you groaned, “Why now!”

You tried it again.

And again.

Same result.

“Fuck.”

Begrudgingly, you stepped out of your vehicle and started walking home.

Michael is going to be upset.

So much for my cuddles.

Between the cool October air and the rain that felt more like ice, you knew you’d end up sick after this. Great.

Maybe it was because you were so wrapped up in your frustration, or maybe it was because of how loud the rain was, but somehow you didn’t notice a pair of beady eyes on you. Or hear the heavy footsteps following you home.

The sight of the old Myers house was a welcome one. You were desperate to get inside and take a warm bath. You practically threw yourself up the steps and through the front door, stripping out of your soaked clothes as soon as the door shut.

“Michael? I’m home!” you called on your way to the bathroom.

No response.

Usually he was hot on your heels as soon as you walked inside. Maybe he was out? You didn’t even bother trying to hide your disappointment, and let your shoulders sag. Hopefully he’ll be home soon.

You let out a relieved sigh as you sank down into the warm water. Fuck this feels good. This is exactly what I needed after a day like today.

The only thing that could make this any better is if Michael was here to join you. Just as the thought crossed your mind, you heard heavy footsteps walking towards the bathroom.

“Michael! I’m in here!” you called, a wide smile spread across your face.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, and the more you listened the less right it felt. That didn’t sound like Michael. You could tell by their gait that whoever it was, it was not your lover. Your mind kicked into overdrive as you jumped up out of the bathtub and ran to the door, quickly locking it. Your eyes scanned the room for anything you could use to defend yourself, but as luck would have it there wasn’t really anything available.

Today is really not my day.

Suddenly the footsteps stopped. Right in front of the door. Fuck.

A long silence followed, the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. The silence was deafening.

Then the door handle started to shake, gently at first, but it soon turned wild and frenzied. You couldn’t stop the startled scream that left you. Unfortunately, that only seemed to make the whole situation worse. It was now panicked. Desperate. Violently shaking the whole door.

And then it gave, and there stood the same terrifying beady eyed man who had shown up at your workplace just a few hours ago. You were stunned for a moment. He had waited for you, followed you home, and was now staring at your naked body with the same predatory smile he had given you earlier.

You screamed again. Louder this time, hoping against hope that somebody, anybody, would hear you. But who could hear you over the rolling thunder outside? The heavy droplets of rain crashing down like a waterfall, loud and unforgiving. You were on your own.

Where in the hell was Michael when you needed him?

The man suddenly lunged at you, and you very narrowly avoided his grasp. You threw yourself to the side, slipping and falling against the wall. In your haste you had sloshed a fair amount of water onto the bathroom floor when you jumped out of the bath, and it seemed like luck was finally on your side for once today. The intruder didn’t seem to notice it until it was too late, also slipping and falling face first into the bath. You didn’t waste any time standing up and running out of the bathroom, realizing this was probably your only chance to escape. You sprinted through the house as quickly as you could, desperately calling out for Michael. The man was much quicker than he looked, however, and caught up fairly quickly--tackling you to the floor.

You hit the ground hard. The impact had taken your breath, and by the time you came back to, the man was on top of you. Choking you. Dark spots began to cloud your vision as you hopelessly fought back, nails clawing at his hands.

Is this it? This is how I die? I’m so sorry Michael. I love you.

And then everything went black.

Michael returned home, secretly a bit excited to see you. He isn’t sure when he started caring about what you thought. Whether you were angry with him or not. He had grown fond of your smile. Fond of the way you seemed genuinely happy to see him. It used to not matter. But it had grown on him. You had grown on him. His life had been very strange since he met you. A rare, small smile graced his lips.

His train of thought was interrupted, however, as he walked up the drive. Something wasn’t right. Your car wasn’t there, and the front door was wide open. Had he left it open? Was the clock in his victim's home wrong? Michael started walking a little faster without realizing it, dread rapidly enveloping him. He basically flew up the steps and into the house. It was an absolute wreck, furniture tipped on its side, water soaking into the wood flooring. The dread was quickly replaced by a new emotion. Rage.

Huffing, Michael turned and trudged back out onto the streets of Haddonfield. The storm outside was getting much worse, but nothing could compare to the storm raging inside Michael’s mind. Someone had come into his home. Put their hands on his partner. They would pay for it, Michael would make sure of that.

Ugh…

You woke with a start, head pounding as a loud crash of thunder shook the house, covering you in dust. You opened your eyes and looked around, momentarily confused by your unfamiliar surroundings. Hot tears welled up in your eyes as the night's events came flooding back.

Fuck... What am I going to do?

You started to panic a bit, quickly hoisting yourself up to look for an escape. You didn’t make it very far though, a thick shackle clasped around your ankle. The room you were in was dark. Too dark to see much of anything at all, the only illumination coming from a window too small to fit through high above you. The smell of mold was overwhelming. A basement. I’m in that creeps fucking basement. Great.

You sat on an old, worn mattress waiting for the next flash of lightning to come. Your eyes darted hastily around the room when it did, looking for something--anything--to help you escape. The only thing in your reach was an old musty blanket. Shuddering, you wrapped the near rotten blanket around your shoulders and stood to test the length of the chain hoping you could make it to the window. Unfortunately, it was just out of reach.

“I really am just a walking cliché.” You whispered to yourself, laughing mirthlessly.

You needed a new game plan. Sitting back down you began to test the strength of the chain, and the strength of the pipe it was wrapped around. It wasn’t budging. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. You had never felt so helpless, and you had never been so frustrated in your entire life. You moved on from the chain, to your foot. Twisting and turning, desperately trying to wiggle free to no avail.

You finally let the tears spill over. Only two options were clear to you at this point. Wait for that creep to come down here and do God knows what to you, or break your foot and try to wiggle free. But then what? How were you going to get away with a broken ankle? Surely he would hear you? You doubted you could stay quiet. Another crack of thunder broke you from your thoughts. That was the only way. You would have to time it just right to avoid being too obvious. Taking a deep breath to try and center yourself, you bit down on the disgusting blanket and grasped your foot with shaky hands and waited.

Michael stalked the streets, eyes sharp, looking for any sign of you. He didn’t even know where to start, but his rage spurred him on nonetheless. Before he knew it, Michael was standing in front of your workplace. His chest tightened slightly when he saw your car in the parking lot, quickly walking up to peer inside. It was empty. Slowly, he turned to face the gas station. Gazing into the window, hoping to find any sign of you. There were none.

He turned to leave and noticed a pile of half smoked cigarettes and crushed cans of beer near the dumpsters. At first he gave it little thought, and turned away from the mess. As he was walking though, Michael recalled seeing a similar pile of cigarette butts on his front porch on the way out. Michael stopped in his tracks. Whoever had taken you had been waiting for you. Michael made his way back to your car and popped the hood. The battery had been completely removed. A fresh wave of anger washed over him. Slamming the hood back down, Michael turned and began following the trail that asshole had so graciously provided.

“UGH!”

Your scream slightly muffled by the fabric and weather outside still rang out pretty loudly in the near empty basement. You twisted your ankle back toward you as hard as you could. There was a sickening crack, and the pain was almost enough to make you black out. Sobbing quietly, you strained your ears listening for any movement upstairs. Thankfully, there was none. Slipping your foot out of the shackle was as bad as breaking it, maybe even worse. After catching your breath for a moment, you stood up on your uninjured foot, using the pipe you were attached to to balance yourself. Your eyes were burning with tears that wouldn’t come as you slowly hopped toward the small window. You made it to a small table to the right of the window. Carefully, you scooted the table closer to the window and climbed up on top of it to peer out. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but the moment they had you had thought you were hallucinating.

“Michael?” You whispered, breathlessly.

Just outside the house, standing in the middle of the street was your behemoth of a boyfriend. No chance! How could he have found me? The pain must be making me crazy, right? You reasoned with yourself mentally. There was just no way. Was there? Heavy footsteps caught your attention, and you turned toward the stairs. A soft click was heard, and the door swung wide open.

“You awake yet, sugar?” The man’s gravelly voice echoed, “I think you’ve been keeping me waiting long enough.” He chuckled as he started to descend the stairs.

You whipped your head back around to the window, desperately searching for Michael. Praying that it hadn’t been your imagination. When you saw him again, he was closer to the house, standing in the yard off to the side. You started banging on the window without hesitation, and called out to him. You were profoundly relieved when his gaze finally met yours. You were thrown to the floor with force enough to knock the breath out of you again. The man cautiously looked out the window, then straightened up and turned to you.

“Fucking idiot, there ain’t nobody out there. Nobody is coming for you.” He laughed, kicking your side.

Another crack.

You cried out, clutching your side.

I think he broke my ribs.

“Now then, why don’t you just behave yourself so’s we can get to the good shit?” He taunted, circling you until his back was to the stairs in an attempt to block you if you tried to escape. Luckily there wouldn’t be a need to try. Your eyes drifted past your attacker and landed on your savior. Michael was here. He had found you!

“Ya know, I’m not sure who this ‘Michael’ you keep crying for is, but I am sure I can make you forget all about ‘em.”

“I really doubt that.” You said, your voice small.

The man looked down at you and smirked, unbuttoning his pants. His smirk is quickly replaced with a grimace, however, when Michael’s hand wraps around his throat from behind. Suddenly the man is on the ground and Michael is on top of him, stabbing him with an animalistic fury. The man is shown no mercy as Michael rips into him, still plunging his knife into him long after he is dead. It was a sickening sight.

“Michael?” You called out softly, “Michael please, that’s enough.”

Michael whipped his head around to look at you, breathing heavily, his whole body shaking. You had never seen him so worked up. As you looked into his eyes, you barely recognized the man in front of you. Michael wasn’t himself in that moment, and was possibly far more dangerous than he had ever been.

“Michael, please. Please come back to me. Please take me home baby.” You coaxed, gently. “He’s dead, please.”

Cautiously, you reached out to your lover. He stared at your hand, and after a few moments he took it. Michael seemed to melt at your touch, finally losing interest in the body beneath him. With a surprising gentleness, Michael scooped up your battered body and held you close. He had come so close to losing you. It was in this moment he truly realized just how much you meant to him. He made a silent vow that no one else would ever touch what was his again. Never. Slowly, Michael stood and the two of you turned to go home, shutting that vile man in his rotting basement where he belonged.

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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Even Though We May Be Hopeless Hearts Just Passing Through, I Was Made For Loving You PT. 1

Batsis x Kyle Rayner

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I realize the other story didn't follow the whole, dating the brother's best friend trope, so I decided to remedy it. And what do you get when you cross a hopeless romantic with someone who's new to love? Perfection. That's what. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Saturday mornings, in Dick’s opinion, were meant for sleeping in and quite possibly going to IHOP when everyone finally crawled out of bed at ten. They were not meant for being shoved in the side by a little brother.

“Golden-boy,” a voice grouched from beneath the bedside. “Your phone’s been going off for an hour. Either put it on silent or answer the goddamn thing.”

Dick let out a tired ‘pfft’, rolling onto his stomach, face buried in the side of the bed as he looked down to the floor. “Annoyed much, Little-wing?”

“I am going to shove that phone so far up your—”

Reaching over, Dick put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Where are you?

“Still in bed,” he responded, sentence ending in a groan as he stretched. “Why?”

You were supposed to be on the flight back to Gotham two hours ago.

Dick’s eyes went wide, and he sat up, gaping at the bedside clock. “It’s today.”

It is today. I can’t believe you forgot it was today.

“Oh my God, it’s today and we missed our flight.” He stumbled out of the bed, barely registering the shout from Jason as his foot landed in his brother’s stomach. “Jason, get up! It’s today!’

“What’s today?” his little brother griped, rubbing his abdomen.

“(Y/N)’s coming back!”

Jason’s eyes went wide, and he scrambled to his feet, hurriedly finding his bag to change out of his nightclothes. “Christ, I can’t believe we forgot that (Y/N) was coming home today!” he looked at Dick. “This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Dick yelped. “How is this my fault!”

He scowled. “Big brother wanted everyone to be with a sibling for the night, so they’d be together and be punctual but you and I both know neither of us have any concept of time.” His scowl grew. “I knew I should’ve bunked with Cass. She’s on time no matter what happens.”

Dick threw Jason’s sweatshirt at him. “Dress now, bitch later.” He put the phone back to his ear. “We missed our flight, but we can drive there.”

Your car’s in the shop.

“Shit,” he hissed, spinning in a circle to help his brain circuit enough to think of something new. “Uh-uh-uh—”

“Kyle!” Jason shouted, pointing at him. “Kyle’s like thirty minutes away from Manhattan! We’ll go to him for a ride!”

Dick grinned. “We’ll find Kyle.”

You sure Kyle’s at home?

“Pfft, Kyle’s always home on the weekends. He’s lazy.”

Just get here. (Y/N)’s plane is going to land in less than four hours.

“We’ll be there,” he said. “Is Diana coming too?”

Of course. She is (Y/N)’s mother.

“Nice. Alright, see you in Gotham, Bruce.”

Love you boys. And be careful. I’ve already heard that Cass, Tim, and Steph got into a fender-bender with Damian and Duke.

Dick blinked. “They’re…they’re legitimately driving separate cars? How’d they hit each other?”

Don’t ask.

The line went dead, and Dick looked at his brother. “Ready?”

Jason nodded. “Already got an Uber to Kyle’s place.”

“We could always just Uber to Gotham?” he offered, and Jason recoiled with a shocked look.

“And pay a ridiculous amount of money instead of just paying Kyle’s gas? Fuck no, big brother.” He shoved his wallet and keys into his pockets. “C’mon!” he chirped, rather excitedly. “Our baby sister’s coming home!”

***

When he swung the door open to yell at whoever was pounding on it, he wasn’t expecting to see two of his best friends grinning like idiots. “Wha—”

He’d barely gotten a word out when Jason shoved a bag of fast food in his hands. “Get dressed. You’ve gotta drive us to Gotham City.”

Kyle blinked, glancing down at the bag before looking at Dick. “Why?”

“Our sister’s coming home, and we overslept and missed out flight outta here.”

“And you came to me…why?” he asked.

“Because you have the functioning car.” Jason retorted, antsy on his feet. “C’mon Kyle. We have to hurry! (Y/N)’s coming home!”

Figuring it was better to agree than to argue, Kyle relented, handing back the bag of food before he disappeared into his apartment, reappearing moments later, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a graphic tee, and his usual slim casual jacket. He took the bag back and started digging around in it.

“Who’s (Y/N)?” he inquired, biting into a breakfast burrito as he locked his front door behind him.

“Our baby sister.” Jason said.

“I thought Cass was your baby sister?”

Dick nodded, getting out his own breakfast from the bag. “She is. But (Y/N)’s like…the OG baby sister.”

Kyle blinked, glancing over at him as he pushed the elevator button. “That makes no sense.”

“He means that (Y/N) was around before Cass was.”

“And she isn’t with you guys why?”

“She’s been on Themyscira for the last few years training with her grandmother and the other Amazons.” Jason answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, stepping onto the elevator.

Kyle merely stared at the two brothers who were looking back at him; he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “Wait, your sister’s an Amazon?”

“Yep.”

“Who’s her mom?” he asked, stepping between them.

“Wonder Woman.” Dick said.

Strike two. “Who’s her dad?”

“Batman.” Jason responded.

Believe it or not, Kyle went three for three punches to the gut. “Bruce and Diana had a kid together?”

“Yeah.” Dick murmured. “I think it’s also why B’s so insistent against inter-team-relations.” He nudged Jason behind Kyle. “First time he attempts dating a coworker he ends up with a baby.”

Jason snorted. “And all those lessons about, ‘Children, whatever you do, don’t date anyone on your team. It’ll only lead to babies and limited visitation’.” He laughed again, then he frowned. “I don’t think any of us have followed that lesson.”

Dick opened his mouth to make an excuse but all that came out was a pitiful, deflate of air followed by, “That’s actually a good point.”

The elevator dinged and they watched the doors open before walking out towards the parking garage. They climbed into Kyle’s car, Jason in the front because his legs were longer than Dick’s, and Dick was a contortionist anyways so if anyone deserved to have their knees in their chest, it was him.

Halfway through the drive Kyle asked, “You guys are paying for my gas, aren’t you?”

All he received was unsure responses and he merely sighed.

***

He figured he should’ve just dropped Jason and Dick off at the airport in Gotham and drove home, but he couldn’t help but want to see just what the daughter of Wonder Woman and Batman looked like. He imagined a little girl dressed in a Batman suit three sizes too big and wielding a sword and a lasso way too heavy for her. It made him smile, the way that the two brothers gushed about (Y/N). From their praise, she was their world. Kyle had to see her though, because nothing was going to satiate that curiosity of seeing the big Batman’s daughter.

He watched Dick and Jason crane their necks like birds as they looked around. And honestly, the family shouldn’t have been that hard to find considering that every time Kyle was around the entirety of the Batfamily, they were like psychos on steroids—he very much so understood why the entirety of Gotham’s villains became flighty when every member of the Batfamily was out patrolling.

Kyle wasn’t expecting a voice to crack over the airport, loud and bubbly. “Brothers!”

All three of them stopped, even him who wasn’t even a sibling, looking over towards the call and Kyle’s jaw dropped as a young woman sprinted over to Dick and Jason, slamming into them with the weight of a train. The three of them collapsed into a pile on the floor, but they were laughing so Kyle assumed the siblings were alright.

“Princess!”

“Baby girl!”

“Oh, I am so glad to see you both!” she exclaimed. “I have waited so long to come home!” she was on her feet in moments, pulling them to theirs as if they weighed nothing. And Kyle knew Jason weighed a lot—he’d been crushed under his best friend before in fights.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked over at Kyle who immediately felt his heart lurch under her sharp gaze. “Who is this you have brought?”

Jason gestured to him. “(Y/N) this is Kyle. He’s a friend of Dick and mine. Kyle, this is our little sister, (Y/N).”

She huffed laugh. “I am not little, Jason. I am twenty-one.” Reaching out, she immediately pulled Kyle in for a hug, squeezing him tightly. “It is good to meet you, Kyle.”

“You too,” he murmured, feeling his cheeks warm as she pulled away and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Any friend of my brothers is a friend of mine.” (Y/N) smiled. “Are you a superhero as well?”

He couldn’t help but toss a quick glance towards Jason who nodded. “Uh, yeah. I’m a Green Lantern.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in wonder, and she let go of his shoulders in favor of grabbing at his hands until she found his ring. She stared at it, murmuring quiet, ‘ooo’s and ah’s’. “That is simply amazing!” she chirped, looking at him, and then she silently gasped, raising his hand near his eyes. “Oh…your eyes are almost the same color as your ring.”

Her smile made Kyle’s heart beat a little faster as she expressed, “They are beautiful.”

They gazed at each other, too captivated in the moment to understand that the family had gathered around them by then. Someone’s hand curled around (Y/N)’s wrist and she looked over seeing Dick tugging her hand away.

“C’mon Princess, let’s go get your things on the belt.”

She smiled and followed, giving a small wave to Kyle, who returned hers shakily whilst grinning like a dope.

Someone elbowed him in the ribs, and he gasped, holding his side as Jason muttered, “Don’t ever stare at my sister like that again.”

Kyle blinked, glancing at him. “What’re you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, you goddamn skirt-chaser.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Kyle spluttered.

“You’re thinking about it.” Jason warned, pointing a finger in his face. “Make a move on (Y/N) and I’ll kill you with your own ring.” Kyle recoiled just as she and Dick were coming back, both holding a suitcase.

“Father!” she called, glancing at Bruce. “Dick and I have retrieved my luggage.”

He smiled at her. “Let’s go put it in the SUV then.” He paused, looking over the large group. He and Diana had ridden together, and since his children had fender-benders, they’d picked up Cass, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, and Damian; there wasn’t room for (Y/N) too.

“Father? Is something the matter?” (Y/N) was staring at him with concern.

“There’s not enough room in the SUV for you too. Maybe we—”

“There’s room in my car for (Y/N)!” Kyle blurted out, smiling nervously at Bruce. “I can follow behind you.”

Before anyone could screech ‘NO!’, mainly Dick and Jason, (Y/N) lit up like the morning sun. “Oh, that is a wonderful idea!” she grabbed onto Diana’s arm. “We should all stop for ice-cream though! Mother, what do you say?”

She smiled at her and leaned over, kissing her head. “I say that sounds like a fantastic idea, daughter.”

Kyle grinned and held out his arm for (Y/N), her giggling as she took it. “You know, I don’t live in Gotham, (Y/N), but I do know a good gelato store around the area.”

“What is gelato?” she asked, and he groaned.

“Oh, I can’t believe you don’t know what that is.” He started off, pilling her along, leaving everyone behind. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

Jason’s face pinched and he looked over at Bruce. “Can I break the no-kill rule just once?”

Bruce blinked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his daughter laughing along with Kyle, both looking like newlyweds already. “Believe it or not, I’m strongly considering it.”

“Bruce.” Diana admonished. “Let (Y/N) and Kyle become friends. You know she doesn’t have many outside this family here.”

Dick growled. “Except Kyle doesn’t want to be friends with (Y/N), Diana. He wants to be her boyfriend.”

“They just met though?”

“Yeah, and Kyle’s a propose on week two type of man,” Jason griped. “Jesus Christ, this is going to be a disaster.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but (Y/N) and Kyle said gelato and you guys are just standing here.” Tim said. “Can we go now?”

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quietmyfearswith · 3 years

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i’ll drive ; august walker x fem!reader 2/3

status — completed series

word count — 5,933 words

warnings — SMUT, unprotected penetrative sex, soft!august, confused!august

pairing — august walker x fem!reader

a/n — so i had driving lessons last september and thought abt how wow it would make a great story if a driving instructor fell for their student,, and the og idea had in mind was that for a dark fic i might still do one though idk but i never really knew which character to do it for. then i was like what if he was pretending to be a driving instructor and since i just watched mi fallout sometime last month thought id be perfect for august!! sorry i couldn’t publish this any faster, had some things going on offline so yeah lmk what you think of this chapter. there’s only one chapter left! Y/F/N = your father’s name

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“You want me to do what?” August scoffed as he read the mission file he was handed. Sloane raised a hand to the other agent who was about to explain it again; she knew that the Hammer would more likely accept the mission if she convinced him.

“We want you to pose as a driving instructor; from there you’ll be assigned to Y/N. Her father is Nick Roberts; do you recall who he is?” Nodding, August placed the folder on the desk and looked at Sloane with a scowl, “Yeah, I do. He transports Perez’ drugs and firearms in and out of the country; possibly close ties to even more underground activity.”

“Suspected of transporting,” The other agent — August didn't bother remembering his name since he rarely got to work with him anyway — clarified. “And how will me posing as a driving instructor get us to Nick Roberts?”

“Nick Roberts is just an alias; his real name is Y/F/N, and the one you’ll be assigned in teaching is his daughter. You get close to her, you’ll be able to get to Roberts.” It seemed like too big of a stretch, August quietly reflected; what if she cut ties with her father? What if he really wasn’t her father?

“Considering this is the only lead we have so far on Perez’ case, I’ll do it,” He eventually conceded; Sloane was pleased with that as she smiled, “Very well, take that case file with you to familiarize yourself with Y/N. Your lessons with her will be from Monday to Friday, the whole of next week. Understood?”

With a nod, he grabbed the case file and stood up to exit the room. Heading to his office, he figured that it was best to find out what he can about this Y/N. He read about how she had graduated college and has been steadily working in her chosen profession. Since the separation of her parents she lived with her dad, and by the looks of it has a close bond with him. It was amusing to him how someone of her age still doesn’t know how to drive; but nevertheless it was a blessing in disguise that she didn’t since it helped with their case.

Though her case file had her passport and driving permit photo, August made a reckless decision to look up if she had any social media accounts; and she did. It wasn’t usual for him to look up their target’s social media accounts — in the past he would settle for the provided picture on the mission reports and from there familiarize himself with what they looked like — but there was an itch he needed to scratch. There was something about Y/N that motivated him to look at her photos, thankfully her account was on public. “Can’t wait to see you soon, love.”

Henry James was his alias for this mission and here he was leaning against the parked car as he was waiting for Y/N. He held his breath once the door opened and revealed a girl in a romper. “Hi! Are you Henry?” She was too cheerful in her greeting he noted; perhaps that had something to do with how young and innocent she was. Nodding sternly, “See anyone else beside me, sweetheart?”

She giggled at his remark as she tucked her hair behind her ear — a nervous habit she’d develop. “Go ahead and settle yourself on the front seat.” She nodded and made her way over to the driver’s seat. As she sat down, she placed her bag on the console, “You have your learning permit?” She grabbed the piece of paper that was in the pocket of her romper and handed it over to him; he thanked her as grabbed it and filled out the information he had, “Do you know what to do once you get in the car and onto the driver’s seat?”

“Adjust the seat, adjust the mirrors, check the lights, and make sure I have gas,” She listed out as she did all of those. Clicking the pen once he’s filled in the necessary information he turned to her with a raised brow, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Looking around her, she tried her best to recall the driving lessons she took and when nothing seemed missing to her she just shook her head no with a slight pout — August originally thought was a childish and foolish expression but she just made it look downright adorable.

Y/N held her breath as Henry leaned over to her so close that their noses nearly touched and his fingertips brushed against her skin as he grabbed the seatbelt, dragging it across her to click it in its place. She didn’t expect him to get that close to her, but she certainly wasn’t complaining when it gave her an up close view of how good he looked in that polo shirt; and the man too was surprised at his sudden move — he was debating with himself that he only did so to ensure her safety, just so she’d be alive and share about her father’s whereabouts, but there was this part of him that was convinced that he just wanted a reason to be close to her. “You’re forgetting the most important safety precaution, sweetheart; and that’s to wear your seatbelt.”

Smiling nervously at him she apologized to which he simply grunted at, “I trust you know how to start the engine?” Her confident persona surfaced, her right hand turned the key to start the car as her left hand rested on the wheel. “What do you need to do before pulling away?”

“Check the mirrors for any oncoming vehicles,” She glanced at the rear and side view mirrors, “Look over to your blind spot,” Twisting her head to look over her shoulder and verify that there was no one or nothing that was incoming, “Signal then drive away.” Turning on her signal light, she put the car from park to drive and began leaving her front yard.

August was impressed with her — for someone who was such a fumbling mess earlier was really focused on driving; he thought that was rare for a beginning driver, as they were far too excited at the thought of getting to go anywhere they wanted. “Good job. I have to say your focus is impeccable as well,” His compliment got her nervously saying thanks. “What’s the speed limit for residential areas?”

“30 kilometers per hour; Do I Just go straight?” They were nearing an intersection and she was told, “Yeah go straight; we’re not leaving the neighborhood just yet.” She nodded and just before she got to cross the intersection she hit the brakes smoothly as there was a stop sign. “One car there, still empty there,” Y/N took note as she moved her head left and right to check the traffic situation.

Once the road was clear she drove straight ahead and her instructor applauded her, “When you take the test, don’t be afraid to talk to yourself like that if it helps. And don’t forget to check if there was already a car from the opposite direction with a stop sign; know why?”

She nodded firmly as her eyes shifted from the road ahead, the rear view mirror, and the speedometer, “Because then they’d have right of way.” August noticed how the tone of her voice would differ; during the earlier part of their interaction, it was soft and low, but now as they drove around it was loud and clear. “When is your driver’s exam again?” He knew when she’d take it — he just thought that by asking that he’d somehow be able to milk information regarding her father.

“This Saturday,” She responded and it seemed that she was nervous about it given how her voice lowered again. “Turn right at the next intersection,” He ordered her. Seeing that she had no stop signs in her direction, she turned on the signal light and moved to the appropriate lane. Once she checked that there were no pedestrians crossing, moved to complete her turn.

“Notice how there weren’t any stop signs on two sides and yet there were on the two?” When she nodded he quizzed her again, “What does that mean?” Before answering him there were kids who were about to cross and she stepped on the brakes, coming to a complete stop and smiled as she signaled for the kids to cross. As she waved at the kids who smiled and yelled thank you she answered him, “Means that I have the right of way; even if someone arrives from the directions with stop signs they have to wait for me to pass before going on.”

“It’s great that you know the answers, some don’t,” He fed her some bullshit to which she bought as she softly laughed. “Well I don’t want to have to retake the exam,” Her lack of use of the word again caught his attention and was quick to ask about it, “This is really your first time taking the test?”

She nodded yes as she stopped at a four way stop, allowing a pickup truck that stopped before her. “How come?” Pressing her foot on the gas, she brought the car forward as she explained, “I don’t know really. My dad usually brings me to places or I take the public transport.” Bingo, August thought, here’s a chance to know more about his whereabouts. “And now? You’re dad can’t take you? Turn left on the next intersection.”

Nodding, she checked the pedestrian if there was someone crossing and stopped at the stop sign to check for any oncoming vehicles, “He’s so busy with work that he can’t. Especially now that he’s out of town.” Not enough information, August thought; but he thought that by asking more questions he’d come off as too nosy. “Do you know how to park uphill and downhill?”

“I know which direction I have to turn the wheels to but I haven’t done that yet,” He nodded and instructed her on what to do. After teaching her how to do so properly, they took a break as August made some pointers over the things he observed as she drove. “It’s good that you keep your eyes moving around to check your surroundings; but don’t stay focused on one place for too long.”

Looking over at her, his heart beat fast with how her eyes looked wide and eager — and somehow he adored how innocent she looked, as she had no idea on what kind of world she got herself involved in ; it distracted him for a while but he managed to tear his gaze on her as he cleared his throat, “But sometimes you turn your signal light on too early, so be careful of that. And don’t stop too far from the stop line, that gives you demerit points.”

She nodded and took a mental note of everything he said, “What about with my parking?” Henry opened the door to check the distance of the car from the pavement, “You hill parking is good so far; not too close or too far. Think you can do parallel parking on that car on the next street?” Y/N eyes followed to where his finger pointed to a sedan that was parked, “Might need some help.”

Appreciating her honesty August reassured her, “Don’t worry I’ll guide you through it.” With his words she began to leave where she was parked and crossed the intersection. Once she was helped on the parallel parking process, her instructor beamed at her, “Good job, Y/N!”

��Thanks for your help, Henry,” The agent admittedly was caught off guard at the name she used— his dumb ass nearly corrected her and told him that wasn’t his name — he blamed it with how sweetly yet shyly she thanked him so that made him lose his concentration. “No worries,” He gruffly replied, which had Y/N found was odd with how his mood seemed to shift given his tone.

“Why don’t we head back home but let’s go through the main road; know the speed limit over there?” She nodded her head as she answered, “60 kilometers per hour, but by Hammonds Avenue it reduces to 50.” Satisfied he rubbed his hands over his thighs, “Fantastic! Get on with it, love.”

Her breath hitched at the name he called her and she paused for a second before pulling away; August too had no idea where that came from but he just couldn’t help himself. The rest of the drive on the way home was filled with stiff and tortuous silence; the radio was not turned on since the agent deemed it would distract her from driving. “Do an uphill parking over here,” He pointed to her front porch. She nodded and poked her tongue out a bit as she concentrated on the task at hand. “Okay, now neutral, then all the way to the left.”

When she felt the tire hit the curb she smiled brightly and turned to Henry, “All done.” The proud expression on her face was so captivating that despite holding himself back he couldn’t prevent himself from mirroring her proud expression with a genuine smile, “You did well today, Y/N. Maybe next time you’ll be the one bringing your dad to work.”

August kept his fingers crossed that his jab would provide him with more information about it; and she partially did, “Not anytime soon though; he’s not due back for at least two weeks.” Despite being disappointed at the vague information he managed not to physically display it as he nodded, “Oh that’s too bad then,” He faked sympathy and unbuckled his seatbelt as she did the same, “Same time tomorrow for our lesson okay?”

Nodding her head up and down, she grabbed her bag from the console and checked the road before exiting. “See you tomorrow, Henry,” She waved as they passed by each other as he walked over to the driver’s side. When their skins brushed, they both could feel a rush of electricity and it made Y/N nervously giggle and skipped away from him without even looking back at him due to how embarrassed she was.

Whereas on the other hand August was confused; he never met someone who made him feel this way. The way she was looking or smiling at him had him weak in the knees; which was something he never experienced before. As she was swiftly entering her home, the Hammer found himself watching her as she did so; just need to make sure she gets home safely, he convinced himself. Though the rational part of himself argued back idiot, she’s already on her porch! What possible harm can come to her?

Once she got inside he finally got in the car and fished out his phone from the glove compartment to connect it to the radio and call Sloane as he began driving to his temporary apartment. After a few rings she picked up, “Walker? How was the first day?”

“Not too bad. Got some minimal information about Roberts,” He could hear faint footsteps on Sloane’s end of the call and inferred she had just gotten back from a meeting. “What have you found out then?”

“Apparently he’s out of town,” His boss’ disappointment with the information was heard through her long sigh, “Any idea when will he return? And to where he is?” He shook his head as he spoke, “Y/N said at least two weeks before he comes back from work out of town.”

“Well that can’t be good,” No shit, August wanted to add but kept silent. “Is there any way you can remain in contact with Y/N even after your week of driving lessons are done?” Glaring at his phone the agent voiced his disbelief at what he was hearing, “Why should I pursue this lead? Can’t there be any other way to get to Roberts? What about his associates?”

Sloane let out an irritated sigh — one she rarely had to let out when she was talking to her best agent because he usually got the job done — before explaining, “His associates change; they come and go. We never really found a certain person or persons he works with. Y/N is the only constant person in his life and so if anything really she’s our only hope of bringing him in.” The silence from August’s end indicated that she got through his head.

“Now, is there any way you can remain in contact with Y/N even after your week of driving lessons?” He was now parked in the car park of his temporary base and he thought for a few seconds on how to answer her question. Call it impulsivity or whatever, but before he could even clearly think things through he found himself suggesting, “Perhaps I can ask her out on a date?”

In the years they’ve worked together, Sloane was always impressed and surprised with how August managed to accomplish each mission he assigned her successfully. But this one in particular, he surprised her with his suggestion; heck even August himself couldn’t believe the words that just left his mouth. “I just think that’s the cleanest way to play this one out,” He tried to defend his suggestion, “What other reason would a driving instructor have to remain in contact with their student right?”

The Hammer was cursing himself out with how feeble his justification was; Sloane on the other hand did find herself agreeing with him, “Do what you must.”

The rest of the week went by quickly and Y/N found herself looking forward to every driving lesson she had with her gorgeous instructor. And now that it was the last hour of the last day of their driving lessons, she couldn’t help but wish she got more time to spend with him. In the back of her mind she thought about failing the test in hopes that he’d help her out again. But then it would backfire quick if they sent a different instructor instead.

“Parallel park one last time with that Dodge over there,” His instructions brought her back from the plan she was hatching and going through. As she was executing his instructions, she failed to notice how instead of looking at what she was doing, Henry was observing every facial expression she was completing the task at hand. “There! How was that?” Her eyes staring back at him snapped him out of his entranced stare as he blinked a few times, “Oh well,” He opened the car door to check if the tires hit the curb and how far they were from the curb, “Good job, as usual. Though be careful when you turn the wheel to the right.”

She nodded slowly as she repeated his comment, “How do you feel about your exam tomorrow?” At the mention of her dreaded test she groaned a bit and he chuckled softly — he never saw her this stressed about the test in their previous lessons, so seeing her react this way was somewhat amusing to him. She looked at him with her lips slightly pouting and the skin in her forehead all wrinkled up, “I’m nervous about it; but at the same time I feel like I can do it?”

Henry’s left hand settled itself on her forearm as he affectionately rubbed her, as if he were trying to rid her of the stress and anxieties, “You’re gonna do great, love. Just calm yourself down before taking the test and don’t be afraid to talk to yourself as you drive if it helps you focus.” Y/N’s heartbeat sped up with how gentle he was; over the course of their lessons he came across as stern and rigid but this side of him was something she could get used to.

“How ‘bout you drive back home now, yeah?” She nodded and did so without trouble. August remembered how her father was gone and wondered who’d bring her to the test, “By the way, since you mentioned you dad was out of town, who’ll go with you then?”

Timidly smiling to herself she admitted, “I’ve asked some of my friends, but they all said how they had their own plans. I was gonna ask some of my coworkers and see how that goes.” Clicking his tongue with how unprepared she was, his mouth spit out, “Well how about I go with you then?” Before his brain could even analyze if that was the right thing to say.

Seeing as Y/N was driving she could only briefly glance at him, “You want to take me to the test?” August now backed himself against a wall and couldn’t find a way out, to hell with it, he thought to himself. “Way better than you driving illegally is it not?”

“That is true,” Y/N acknowledged, “But do you do that for all of your students?” Henry let out a laugh and her heart fluttered with how deep it was before he remarked, “Not for everyone, sweetheart, I’ll tell you that.” Feeling cocky with that she mused, “Then I must be special then?”

If you only knew, love, August thought to himself; while Y/N was scolding at herself for possibly flirting with her driving instructor. But technically he wouldn’t be on the day of her exam because their lessons ended, right? “Wanna know how special you really are?” He leaned his elbow on the console, bringing himself closer to her and he sensed how she held her breath as her body stiffened. Shaking her head was the only response she could offer as she was now focusing on parking the car in front of her house.

After coming to a halt she turned over to him and looked at him with curious eyes; Henry then took it as his cue to speak, “You’re so special that should you pass your exam tomorrow, I want to take you out on a date.” Her eyes widened comically that August thought she was an inspiration for a cartoon character. And the agent wasn’t sure if what he was saying was spoken out of desperation for the mission to succeed or because he had taken interest in her.

It had taken her a few seconds before replying and the agent was surprised when she said, “Are you shitting me or is this actually real?” He rid the smirk he had on his face and replaced it with a serious expression, “This is real, sweetheart. Do you think I go around and grace my students with nicknames?” He took her avoiding eyes as a no and his hand grabbed her chin to get her to face him directly, “So do we have a deal, sweetheart? I take you out right after your test for a date, if you pass?”

August held his breath as she unhooked his hand from her chin and leaned over him, planting a kiss on his cheek. His blue eyes were now wide as she had a toothy grin once she pulled away and with a smirk of her own said, “We have a deal, Henry.”

August found himself tapping his leg as he stared at the wall clock, hoping that his domineering stare would make time go faster. Thirty minutes had passed since Y/N started her driving exam and the agent found himself reevaluating in the meantime. Was asking her out on a date the only way to get close to Roberts?

Of course it was, he thought, She said her father will return in two weeks. You’d only have to go out with her once a week and somehow bring him into their conversation and hopefully milk out more intel about him.

Seeing a man dressed in a flannel-patterned polo reeled him back into the present; trailing behind the man was Y/N who had a blank expression on her face. Furrowing his eyebrows he mouthed, “What happened?” Anxiety coursed through his body but it quickly left his body as she winked at him and turned to follow the man. “Do you want to retain your picture from your permit or want to take another one?” He overheard the man ask Y/N, prompting August to relax and smile as he connected the dots — she passed her exam!

But as he was mentally celebrating her success he found himself thinking about how he now had to take her out on the date he promised. It’s just for work, he deliberated, only going out with her to know more about her father. Nothing more, nothing less. However there was this thought nagging him on the back of his head that it wasn’t just for that reason he was taking her out.

Henry groaned as her lips sucked on the sweet spot on his neck as her nails were planted on his shoulders. His large hands alternated between squeezing and rubbing her ass as she grinded herself on his lap.

They found themselves in this situation after Y/N giddily squealed at August how she passed; the agent kissed her forehead as he told her how proud he was of her. As they went to their date he let her drive and as he settled on the passenger seat, his hand rested on her thigh, testing the waters to see if she was comfortable with it — and by the way her thighs pressed against each other, caging in his hand between them, he got the message that she welcomed it happily.

Even throughout the dinner, they both couldn’t get enough of each other. The skin of their arms remained so close to each other that it was as if they were glued to each other. Y/N was beginning to think that the only reason Henry ordered pasta was so he could eat with a single hand so his opposite hand can rest on her thigh. But she wasn’t complaining as she rested her thigh above his.

As they drove back to her place one thing led to another and it ended with Y/N climbing over the console and situating herself on Henry’s lap as their mouths captured each other’s. Y/N unbuttoned his shirt as her lips littered his chest with kisses, she’d linger sometimes in a certain spot long enough to leave marks.

Rolling her hips in his lap, she felt his hard on pressing against her clothed crotch and moaned against his skin. When her dainty fingers were done unclasping the buttons that confined his toned and broad upper body, her hand travelled lower to palm his bulge and before she could open the zipper Henry caught her roaming hand with his, “I think doing this in your house is far better than some cramped up vehicle; don’t you think?”

A blissed out nod was all the response Y/N could give; with that affirmation August opened the door and carried the girl out and shut the car door with his foot. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she planted kisses all over her instructor’s face. She whined as she was put down but understood that it was her cue to unlock the door; though the man behind her was not making the task easy as he was nipping at the skin of her neck and his hands were rubbing her arms.

“Fucking finally,” August rasped out as Y/N managed to unlock the front door and they both hastily entered and the agent shut and locked the door behin him; he spun her to face him so he could rip off her shirt and he smirked as the girl whimpered, clearly turned on with what he did. “Such a naughty girl you are, aren’t you? Going out without even covering these nice tits.” Wrapping his mouth around a breast, she ran her fingers through his hair to encourage him with what he was doing. Without detaching his mouth from her tit and instead switching between the two, he took the initiative to lead them into her couch.

Pushing her to lie on her back, August rid himself of his clothes; he was moving too quickly that Y/N didn’t have the time to take a good look at his chiseled body. Hovering above her, he smirked at her once he noticed her thighs were clenching, “You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

Pathetically nodding she grabbed at his shoulders, “Please touch me, Henry.” Snarking at her he tore her leggings and her panties had the same fate. Now that she was just as exposed as he was, August leaned down to lick downwards from her clit and to her pussy. “You taste heavenly, love.” He lapped at her more, needing to quench his thirst for her and curiosity of what she would taste like. “As much as I adore your taste I’m afraid this will have to wait,” Pushing away her legs that wrapped around his neck, he kissed his way up until he was face to face with her.

“Why not?” She whined as she clawed at his back, moaning as she felt the plain of his back muscles. He distracted her by kissing her deeply as his hand stroked his cock a few times before sliding it in her in one stroke. “That’s why,” He huskily answered against her lips; he moved so his knees touched her thighs, allowing him to rut into her properly.

August removed his lips from hers as he instead planted kisses on her neck as his hands toyed with her nipples and breasts; Y/N, on the other hand, was whining about how good he felt. The skin at the back of her thighs was rippling as he thrusted himself in and out of her rapidly and harshly; the top of his thighs hitting against the back of hers, “You feel so good, Henry. So thick and hard inside me.” The man smirked at her wails, loving how wrecked she sounded — in the back of his nasty brain he noted that this was his favorite version of her.

Her hands held onto his biceps, nails leaving harsh marks on his pale and sweaty skin; it turned August even more how her delicate hands couldn’t even wrap half the size of his arm. Her velvet and silk-like walls were squeezing into his cock so tight that it was triggering his orgasm already — the agent would usually last longer, but given how turned on he was coupled with the fact the past week edged him, he was already close to unloading his bottled up frustrations.

“You already got me almost cumming,” He hoarsely whispered in her ear, feeling her wrap her legs around him to pull her closer against him. That didn’t stop him from slamming into her pussy to the point his trimmed pubic hair rubbed against her clit, adding more friction and pleasure for the both of them. “Seems like you are too, love,” Both her nipples were then squeezed to tease her even more and August was just even more amused with how responsive her precious body was underneath him.

“Please Henry, make me cum. I wanna feel your cum all over me too,” She managed to gasp out in between breaths; the man above her growled when he heard how good she sounded as she begged and had no choice but to comply. He leaned down to suckle on her nipple as the other breast was being toyed by his hand. Her clit too received attention as it was being rubbed and pinched with his other hand. As his hips slammed against her thighs harshly and his cock railed her in swift and sharp thrusts, Y/N could only moan and roll her eyes at the simulations she was receiving.

The only warning she could provide him of her impending orgasm was her patting against his biceps as her walls unexpectedly clung to his dick tighter than ever and came around him. August didn’t relent and continued his animalistic pace, milking her orgasm and removing his mouth from her tit to stare at her blissed out and drowsy state provoked his orgasm as well.

“Fucking hell, love,” He groaned out as he slid in all the way inside her and didn’t thrust furthermore as he spilled his load inside her. With their foreheads touching against each other, they breathed against each other to calm themselves down. Y/N’s hands removed themselves from Henry’s biceps; instead she was now stroking his back, as if coaxing the large man above her to calm down. While August rested his hands on her sides, as if memorizing every inch of her skin.

Y/N squealed as she was being lifted up and carried into her bedroom. Contrary to how she was laid down on the couch roughly, her former driving instructor laid her down gently. Kissing her forehead he went to her ensuite bathroom and returned with a towel. Y/N looked at him with loving eyes as he wiped off their combined juices that spilled out of her delicious cunt. Throwing the towel on her hamper, he then laid beside her and August chuckled lightly with how quick the girl was to latch herself onto him for a cuddle — and he did open his arms to welcome her and wrapped them around her smaller figure.

“I hope you don’t do this with all your students?” Her comment had him humorously rolling his eyes and Y/N giggled at his antics. “No, I don’t, love. I promise,” He even held his pinky up for a pinky promise and she was more than eager to latch her pinky with his; bringing their tangled pinkies to his mouth, Henry placed a gentle kiss on them before untangling them so they could hold hands instead. “Well I guess I’m really special?”

Nodding, he lowered his head down a bit so he could kiss her deeply and passionately. Breaking their kiss August replied, “So special that I want to take you out again next week,” Without even disconnecting their lips.

Y/N sleepily mumbled, “I’d like that a lot, Henry.” Her eyes were starting to feel heavy and August kissed her forehead again, “Sleep, love. I’ll be here in the morning.” She nodded against him and did so. For the next few minutes, the CIA agent reflected his actions and decisions. He told Sloane that he’d ask Y/N out on a date only to remain in contact with her. That was it — a date.

But how the hell did he end up enjoying the date — let alone her company and herself — and then taking her to bed? This was a mess. He shouldn’t have slept with her for it would just complicate things. When August saw how she was steadily breathing, he moved out of the bed and rested her head on a pillow. He went out to her living room to look for his pants that he earlier discarded; grabbing for his phone he sent out a text to Sloane :

Secured a meetup with Y/N next week. Will try to fish out more information about Roberts.

He turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket. As he was staring at his scattered clothes, he was debating whether he should stay the night with Y/N or just leave right now. Even though he knew which option seemed like the most logical, he surprised himself. He went back to bed and cuddled Y/N close as he too began to drift off to dormancy — he stayed.

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