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@night-call-driver
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No rest for the wicked
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Sweetheart there’s a gift for you on your bed
- @night-call-driver
A gift? You didn't have to get me anything, do I get a hint as to what it is?
@night-call-driver
I didn’t have to but i wanted to, i suppose i can give you a hint but you could just go see what it is.. your hint is that it’s edible
I could go see what it is, but that takes the fun out of asking you about it. Edible does narrow it down though...are you just trying to make sure I remember to eat while I'm cleaning up? I'm joking. Mostly.
Phone in hand, he heads into the bedroom once he's deemed the rest of the house corpse-and-viscera free...and he stares at a little package on the neatly made bed he definitely didn't do himself. Two small reminders that Driver had been there the night before.
...You remembered I like Sour Skittles. Nobody ever remembers that.
Of course i remembered sweetheart, there should be some gum there as well.. I’m sorry i left so quickly…
and think of the snacks as a “thank you for saving my life” i promise you don’t owe me anything for them
You apologized plenty for leaving this morning, pretty boy. And you don't need to thank me for saving your life, I already told you you're not allowed to die before I do. And I'm happy to report that it no longer smells like death in the kitchen, so the next time you're here we won't need to use the instant coffee.
...Or step over a body to get to the mugs.
That’s a blessing.. im surprised colt didn’t comment on the smell, but he was drunk so maybe he didn’t notice
Im glad he was still asleep when i woke up… no offence to your brother but i only had underwear and one of your shirts on.. had i known he was there i would’ve dressed myself properly before coming out of your room for a coffee
He was...definitely too drunk to comment on anything. Or see you in nothing but my sweatpants. I didn't know he was coming or I would've told you, and I didn't want to wake you up after everything so you not knowing is mostly my fault.
No don’t worry about it, I’m not upset or anything.. he’s your brother i don’t expect you to turn him away when he comes around, and i know you love taking care of them
But with all that in mind I’ll probably get you to visit me for a little while.. i did not expect your place to be so active.. you can come over whenever you want
If it helps, I wasn't expecting any of that either. Obviously, because I wasn't ready for it, and you wound up hurt because of it- Mm. I think I just processed the last week or so all at once. I need to check the locks again and sit down, I think.
There’s no pressure, my door is always open for you.. but sitting down sounds like a good idea, make sure you get lots of rest. I’ll probably be at the shop working on my cars than actually being home but if you do stop by just send me a text and ill pack up the shop and come home
...You need to rest more than I do, but I get the feeling keeping you out of the shop would be like keeping me from doing perimeter sweeps. I may also already be sitting on your couch, you don't need to hurry back on my account but there's your warning. All the unannounced visitors got to me.
You’re already in my house…? Sweetheart i can just give you my spare key.. I’m probably fine, i mean i did get smashed in the head from the hood of my car.. but its probably fine
I’ll come back as soon as i finish putting this part back in the car.. ill probably need to shower though i am covered in engine oil
...So now your car is out to get you? I should've said something before I came here, I can be out before you get home and we can pretend this never happened. You value your space as much as I do and I shouldn't have intruded. I just needed somewhere quiet to be.
Its more my fault than anything, i forgot to secure the hood and so my head paid the price, don’t leave I’m already on my way home, and yes i value my space but i also value you and i like being around you, do you wanna talk about whatever is on your mind?
Adjusting from essentially being a ghost to being around 'normal' people constantly and without warning isn't as easy as it sounds, that's all. I'll...make sure I ask before I show up here again, speaking of that. I wasn't thinking clearly.
Can we sit quietly for a while before I try talking about it?
You don’t have to ask to come see me, or to stay at my place, i told you my door is always open for you, i was just surprised that you were already there
And of course, i don’t mind silence.. i prefer it a lot of the time
I wasn't going to say anything at first, but I realized that you coming back to your apartment and seeing something vaguely me-shaped in the dark wouldn't be a very good welcome home after yesterday. And it would rightfully get me punched in the face, if not worse. You pick a movie, I think I can manage not to burn microwave popcorn.
I mean yeah if i didn’t know who you were id definitely spring into defensive mode.. but id like to think that id recognize you before i do any damage.. I’m almost home and i have a DVD of fast and furious you could put on
The menu music is playing now, I think I hear you pulling in too. I should probably turn a light on...force of habit. See you soon.
The living room light flicks on behind the curtain. A shadow passes through the light and Court peeks out the window, watching quietly.
He chuckles at his phone before shutting the engine off and getting out of his car, once he closes the door he locks it before going inside of the house
Did you start the popcorn yet?
He calls out as he starts to take his jacket and shoes off by the door, his shirt and hands were stained with oil.. he should probably shower before they sit down to watch a movie
I might have to shower before we watch anything.. I’m pretty dirty, you’re welcome to join me
He chuckles at his own joke.. well sorta a joke.. he wouldn’t mind if court randomly decided he was also dirty and needed a shower
I figured I'd wait until you were out of the shower so it was still warm, since it looks a little like you were rolling on the shop floor at work.
Court offers him a tired smile as he crosses the room to set his boots near Driver's, and his knuckles brush against the back of Driver's neck affectionately as he passes. The shower offer is tempting even if it did seem to mostly be a joke...very tempting.
I'll admit, I thought about it for a second. The shower I mean. I can wait for you to get cleaned up though, I'll still be here when you get finished. Unless you...wanted me to join you?
His tone is quiet and teasing, and Court's hand rests on Driver's waist despite the grease he can feel sticking to his fingertips. He was willing to go along with whatever Driver wanted so long as it was just the two of them. The rest of the world could respectfully take a hike for the rest of the night.
Driver smiles when he feels fingers brushing against the back of his neck, he turns around to face court, his hands wrapping around the back of his neck.. he could get used to coming home to court
Showering together doesn’t sound so bad.. i wouldn’t mind, you don’t mind do you? I know I’m pretty disgusting looking right now
Driver rubs his thumb against the skin of court’s neck as he speaks, he was feeling a sense of domesticity.. something he hasn’t experienced in a long time.. if ever. It was a nice feeling.
Let’s pause the movie so we don’t miss out on anything good though… you didn’t start making popcorn yet right?
Nope, popcorn wasn't happening until after the shower with or without me involved. I'd rather have warm popcorn and a clean Driver for the movie.
The touch around his neck makes him tense briefly, but Court leans into the thumb brushing his skin with a quiet sigh. All of this was new, but he was finding he liked it more than he thought he might.
I'll behave in the shower, pretty boy. Tempting as you might be, I think I'm too tired for anything like that tonight. Just wanna be with you.
The last part is so quiet that it was barely heard over the DVD menu music and Court deflates slightly as his hands rest gently on Driver's hips. The fact that he felt comfortable admitting that was...shocking. Driver seems to have a way of making him slip around all the emotional walls he's built up...and he doesn't mind it.
Driver can’t help but blush a little and think to himself ‘he’s so cute’ as court goes on about behaving himself, which he trusted court would anyways
I know you will, you’re a good boy.. i wanna be with you too
Driver pulls court into a kiss by his neck, its soft and full of love.. and honestly? Driver loves court’s lips, if he didn’t need to breathe he’d keep his lips against court’s, but alas he pulls away
Come on, ill wash you.. let me take care of you sweetheart
Driver pulls away from court’s neck, moving his hand to grab the other man’s hand and guide him to the bathroom. He starts the water before he turns back to court
Is your head feeling better today? I can just wash your body if your head is too sore
When they part from the kiss, Court has a smear of grease on his cheek that got smudged off from Driver's mixing with the red flush on his face that he doesn't notice until they're in the bathroom.
You don't have to take care of me, I- You want to? Why?
Court's brain is still hung up on 'good boy' and he moves to yank his shirt off and break the moment, but he pauses to listen to Driver and swallows hard. He's not used to that kind of gentle care about his wellbeing and it shows.
My head's alright, tender but not unbearable. You hit your head too, how are you feeling?
Driver starts to get undressed as the steam begins to fill up the bathroom and he just shrugs like it’s nothing serious, of course he wants to take care of court he loves- likes. He likes him
You did a lot for me yesterday and you seem mentally exhausted today, so i figured it’d be helpful to do something… sorta intimate together, nothing that requires a lot of energy but something that we can still do you know?
Driver pauses briefly at court’s question before continuing to undress, his gaze focused on fiddling with his belt as he speaks
Oh my head is fine.. same with the gunshot wound.. stab wound is healed now, i’ll be alright.. just waiting on my skin to heal over
There is a purple scar where the stitches once were, driver wasn’t being completely honest with how he was feeling.. he was physically exhausted and his body was screaming at him to lay down and let itself recover
He's setting his shirt on the edge of the sink blindly when Driver shrugs, as if he hadn't just said the gentlest thing Court's ever heard directed at himself. He couldn't have looked more stunned if he'd been punched in the throat.
...I'd wonder why I didn't meet you sooner, but you wouldn't have liked me much when I was still under contract. And I would've kept you away from me for your own good, too. You're perfect.
Court hums gratefully and shimmies out of his own pants, laying them neatly with his belt and shirt, and he politely keeps his eyes up to press a kiss to Driver's forehead that lingers. A slow breath in, slower out, just absorbing his presence in silence before taking a step back and gesturing to the shower.
Go ahead and get in, I'll be right behind you. I...thank you, for this. I needed this tonight.
Driver removes the rest of his clothing, letting it all sit on the floor.. it was dirty anyways and he’d need clean clothes once he finished showering
Don’t thank me for taking care of you.. seriously i don’t mind doing it, i know you needed it
Driver steps into the shower, letting the water run over his dirty frame.. he’s quick to scrub his face under the water to try and rid himself of the gunk on his face
And if you met me sooner.. id probably have been more closed off and not willing to pursue what we have going on.. relationships didn’t interest me until i met Irene, her kid and her husband.. i didn’t do anything sexual with them and there was no labels we just.. existed together and it made me realize that i could have a relationship if i wanted to
He pauses for a moment before speaking again a little softer this time
That was until standard got killed during that robbery that went wrong.. i tried to get out of it to protect Irene and her kid but.. when i got stabbed i realized that the best thing to do was disappear
He turns to face court once he’s in the shower, quickly moving out of the shower stream so that court could stand under it
But with you i don’t stress so much… well no of course i do, i don’t want you getting hurt.. especially not for me.. but i know you can handle yourself.. Irene couldn’t.. she didn’t even know about what i did until i told her… she wasn’t too accepting about it, and she may have watched me kick a guys head until it became mush.. so yeah it was safer for me to leave.
*a older teenager walks up to you (im guessing in like mechanical shop, or whatever setting you want) .they have pale skin with freckles on their shoulders, legs and face. Their hair was brown and fluffy styled into a wolf cut that brushed their collar bone. Their eyes were a hazel that burrows into your soul when they made eye contact. Their ears were heavily pierced, along with a septum bull ring ,both eyebrows, and the flesh around their lips.
Clothing wise they were wearing a black cropped tank top that cunt in white lettering, low rise jeans with detailed embroidery on the back pockets paired with combat boots decked out in sliver accessories.
They were shifting from foot to foot. You couldn't quite tell if they were male or female. Everytime you thought you figured it out they would shift and leave you confused again.
"Hi, are you driver? I'm jazz, uncle courts-i mean courts niece/nephew. I brought you some homemade food " i hold up a insulation bag "and introduce myself. Sorry if this is a bad time "
Hm? Oh yes I’m driver.. food sounds awesome right now.. what’s your name?
Im jazz *I gesture to the bag I was holding* i made a bunch of different things that you can just put in your freezer and put in the oven or a pan to heat up. Lasagna, spaghetti, meatballs, stuffed shells, macaroni, containers of soup, dumplings, and some sourdough
Oh wow thank you, you didn’t have to do that
I have to go to space Costco anyway tomorrow to feed my siblings, I was just using up everything in the kitchen. Plus I've heard how horrible your cooking is and fast food isn't good for you 24/7, no offense. Where should I set this.
Well.. yeah i suppose you aren’t wrong… you can just leave it on my workbench there I’ll get it before i close up today… i don’t have a fridge to store it in right now
*i set it on his work bench, eyeing the empty coffee cups and cans* you look...tired and this place isn't exactly...clean
I live a busy life, i sleep when i can.. or when i want, but honestly it doesn’t bother me, as for the mess.. yeah it’s a mechanic shop.. its not a clean place around here
It's something *I mutter while looking around. I turn a give him a mom-ish look. I had some practice using it on my siblings * if you don't mind, if I leave with this shit this messy, im not going to be able relax. May i please pick this up
Uh.. if you want… but i don’t want anything misplaced.. it makes my job way harder if i don’t know where things are
I'll only touch the trash, if i find anything else in the piles of trash, where do you want me to put it ? *I start picking up coffee cans*
Just leave anything important where you found it.. and by important i mean anything that looks remotely like it belongs in a car
Okay, do you want me to sweep too ? *I keep gathering trash, making sure to check everything i put in the garage can for important stuff
You can if you want to.. I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t wanna do
*i give him a look* im offering uncle driver *i add the uncle part without a second glance*
Alrighty.. knock yourself out
*a older teenager walks up to you (im guessing in like mechanical shop, or whatever setting you want) .they have pale skin with freckles on their shoulders, legs and face. Their hair was brown and fluffy styled into a wolf cut that brushed their collar bone. Their eyes were a hazel that burrows into your soul when they made eye contact. Their ears were heavily pierced, along with a septum bull ring ,both eyebrows, and the flesh around their lips.
Clothing wise they were wearing a black cropped tank top that cunt in white lettering, low rise jeans with detailed embroidery on the back pockets paired with combat boots decked out in sliver accessories.
They were shifting from foot to foot. You couldn't quite tell if they were male or female. Everytime you thought you figured it out they would shift and leave you confused again.
"Hi, are you driver? I'm jazz, uncle courts-i mean courts niece/nephew. I brought you some homemade food " i hold up a insulation bag "and introduce myself. Sorry if this is a bad time "
Hm? Oh yes I’m driver.. food sounds awesome right now.. what’s your name?
Im jazz *I gesture to the bag I was holding* i made a bunch of different things that you can just put in your freezer and put in the oven or a pan to heat up. Lasagna, spaghetti, meatballs, stuffed shells, macaroni, containers of soup, dumplings, and some sourdough
Oh wow thank you, you didn’t have to do that
I have to go to space Costco anyway tomorrow to feed my siblings, I was just using up everything in the kitchen. Plus I've heard how horrible your cooking is and fast food isn't good for you 24/7, no offense. Where should I set this.
Well.. yeah i suppose you aren’t wrong… you can just leave it on my workbench there I’ll get it before i close up today… i don’t have a fridge to store it in right now
*i set it on his work bench, eyeing the empty coffee cups and cans* you look...tired and this place isn't exactly...clean
I live a busy life, i sleep when i can.. or when i want, but honestly it doesn’t bother me, as for the mess.. yeah it’s a mechanic shop.. its not a clean place around here
It's something *I mutter while looking around. I turn a give him a mom-ish look. I had some practice using it on my siblings * if you don't mind, if I leave with this shit this messy, im not going to be able relax. May i please pick this up
Uh.. if you want… but i don’t want anything misplaced.. it makes my job way harder if i don’t know where things are
I'll only touch the trash, if i find anything else in the piles of trash, where do you want me to put it ? *I start picking up coffee cans*
Just leave anything important where you found it.. and by important i mean anything that looks remotely like it belongs in a car
Okay, do you want me to sweep too ? *I keep gathering trash, making sure to check everything i put in the garage can for important stuff
You can if you want to.. I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t wanna do
*a older teenager walks up to you (im guessing in like mechanical shop, or whatever setting you want) .they have pale skin with freckles on their shoulders, legs and face. Their hair was brown and fluffy styled into a wolf cut that brushed their collar bone. Their eyes were a hazel that burrows into your soul when they made eye contact. Their ears were heavily pierced, along with a septum bull ring ,both eyebrows, and the flesh around their lips.
Clothing wise they were wearing a black cropped tank top that cunt in white lettering, low rise jeans with detailed embroidery on the back pockets paired with combat boots decked out in sliver accessories.
They were shifting from foot to foot. You couldn't quite tell if they were male or female. Everytime you thought you figured it out they would shift and leave you confused again.
"Hi, are you driver? I'm jazz, uncle courts-i mean courts niece/nephew. I brought you some homemade food " i hold up a insulation bag "and introduce myself. Sorry if this is a bad time "
Hm? Oh yes I’m driver.. food sounds awesome right now.. what’s your name?
Im jazz *I gesture to the bag I was holding* i made a bunch of different things that you can just put in your freezer and put in the oven or a pan to heat up. Lasagna, spaghetti, meatballs, stuffed shells, macaroni, containers of soup, dumplings, and some sourdough
Oh wow thank you, you didn’t have to do that
I have to go to space Costco anyway tomorrow to feed my siblings, I was just using up everything in the kitchen. Plus I've heard how horrible your cooking is and fast food isn't good for you 24/7, no offense. Where should I set this.
Well.. yeah i suppose you aren’t wrong… you can just leave it on my workbench there I’ll get it before i close up today… i don’t have a fridge to store it in right now
*i set it on his work bench, eyeing the empty coffee cups and cans* you look...tired and this place isn't exactly...clean
I live a busy life, i sleep when i can.. or when i want, but honestly it doesn’t bother me, as for the mess.. yeah it’s a mechanic shop.. its not a clean place around here
It's something *I mutter while looking around. I turn a give him a mom-ish look. I had some practice using it on my siblings * if you don't mind, if I leave with this shit this messy, im not going to be able relax. May i please pick this up
Uh.. if you want… but i don’t want anything misplaced.. it makes my job way harder if i don’t know where things are
I'll only touch the trash, if i find anything else in the piles of trash, where do you want me to put it ? *I start picking up coffee cans*
Just leave anything important where you found it.. and by important i mean anything that looks remotely like it belongs in a car

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*a older teenager walks up to you (im guessing in like mechanical shop, or whatever setting you want) .they have pale skin with freckles on their shoulders, legs and face. Their hair was brown and fluffy styled into a wolf cut that brushed their collar bone. Their eyes were a hazel that burrows into your soul when they made eye contact. Their ears were heavily pierced, along with a septum bull ring ,both eyebrows, and the flesh around their lips.
Clothing wise they were wearing a black cropped tank top that cunt in white lettering, low rise jeans with detailed embroidery on the back pockets paired with combat boots decked out in sliver accessories.
They were shifting from foot to foot. You couldn't quite tell if they were male or female. Everytime you thought you figured it out they would shift and leave you confused again.
"Hi, are you driver? I'm jazz, uncle courts-i mean courts niece/nephew. I brought you some homemade food " i hold up a insulation bag "and introduce myself. Sorry if this is a bad time "
Hm? Oh yes I’m driver.. food sounds awesome right now.. what’s your name?
Im jazz *I gesture to the bag I was holding* i made a bunch of different things that you can just put in your freezer and put in the oven or a pan to heat up. Lasagna, spaghetti, meatballs, stuffed shells, macaroni, containers of soup, dumplings, and some sourdough
Oh wow thank you, you didn’t have to do that
I have to go to space Costco anyway tomorrow to feed my siblings, I was just using up everything in the kitchen. Plus I've heard how horrible your cooking is and fast food isn't good for you 24/7, no offense. Where should I set this.
Well.. yeah i suppose you aren’t wrong… you can just leave it on my workbench there I’ll get it before i close up today… i don’t have a fridge to store it in right now
*i set it on his work bench, eyeing the empty coffee cups and cans* you look...tired and this place isn't exactly...clean
I live a busy life, i sleep when i can.. or when i want, but honestly it doesn’t bother me, as for the mess.. yeah it’s a mechanic shop.. its not a clean place around here
It's something *I mutter while looking around. I turn a give him a mom-ish look. I had some practice using it on my siblings * if you don't mind, if I leave with this shit this messy, im not going to be able relax. May i please pick this up
Uh.. if you want… but i don’t want anything misplaced.. it makes my job way harder if i don’t know where things are
*a older teenager walks up to you (im guessing in like mechanical shop, or whatever setting you want) .they have pale skin with freckles on their shoulders, legs and face. Their hair was brown and fluffy styled into a wolf cut that brushed their collar bone. Their eyes were a hazel that burrows into your soul when they made eye contact. Their ears were heavily pierced, along with a septum bull ring ,both eyebrows, and the flesh around their lips.
Clothing wise they were wearing a black cropped tank top that cunt in white lettering, low rise jeans with detailed embroidery on the back pockets paired with combat boots decked out in sliver accessories.
They were shifting from foot to foot. You couldn't quite tell if they were male or female. Everytime you thought you figured it out they would shift and leave you confused again.
"Hi, are you driver? I'm jazz, uncle courts-i mean courts niece/nephew. I brought you some homemade food " i hold up a insulation bag "and introduce myself. Sorry if this is a bad time "
Hm? Oh yes I’m driver.. food sounds awesome right now.. what’s your name?
Im jazz *I gesture to the bag I was holding* i made a bunch of different things that you can just put in your freezer and put in the oven or a pan to heat up. Lasagna, spaghetti, meatballs, stuffed shells, macaroni, containers of soup, dumplings, and some sourdough
Oh wow thank you, you didn’t have to do that
I have to go to space Costco anyway tomorrow to feed my siblings, I was just using up everything in the kitchen. Plus I've heard how horrible your cooking is and fast food isn't good for you 24/7, no offense. Where should I set this.
Well.. yeah i suppose you aren’t wrong… you can just leave it on my workbench there I’ll get it before i close up today… i don’t have a fridge to store it in right now
*i set it on his work bench, eyeing the empty coffee cups and cans* you look...tired and this place isn't exactly...clean
I live a busy life, i sleep when i can.. or when i want, but honestly it doesn’t bother me, as for the mess.. yeah it’s a mechanic shop.. its not a clean place around here
*a older teenager walks up to you (im guessing in like mechanical shop, or whatever setting you want) .they have pale skin with freckles on their shoulders, legs and face. Their hair was brown and fluffy styled into a wolf cut that brushed their collar bone. Their eyes were a hazel that burrows into your soul when they made eye contact. Their ears were heavily pierced, along with a septum bull ring ,both eyebrows, and the flesh around their lips.
Clothing wise they were wearing a black cropped tank top that cunt in white lettering, low rise jeans with detailed embroidery on the back pockets paired with combat boots decked out in sliver accessories.
They were shifting from foot to foot. You couldn't quite tell if they were male or female. Everytime you thought you figured it out they would shift and leave you confused again.
"Hi, are you driver? I'm jazz, uncle courts-i mean courts niece/nephew. I brought you some homemade food " i hold up a insulation bag "and introduce myself. Sorry if this is a bad time "
Hm? Oh yes I’m driver.. food sounds awesome right now.. what’s your name?
Im jazz *I gesture to the bag I was holding* i made a bunch of different things that you can just put in your freezer and put in the oven or a pan to heat up. Lasagna, spaghetti, meatballs, stuffed shells, macaroni, containers of soup, dumplings, and some sourdough
Oh wow thank you, you didn’t have to do that
I have to go to space Costco anyway tomorrow to feed my siblings, I was just using up everything in the kitchen. Plus I've heard how horrible your cooking is and fast food isn't good for you 24/7, no offense. Where should I set this.
Well.. yeah i suppose you aren’t wrong… you can just leave it on my workbench there I’ll get it before i close up today… i don’t have a fridge to store it in right now
*a older teenager walks up to you (im guessing in like mechanical shop, or whatever setting you want) .they have pale skin with freckles on their shoulders, legs and face. Their hair was brown and fluffy styled into a wolf cut that brushed their collar bone. Their eyes were a hazel that burrows into your soul when they made eye contact. Their ears were heavily pierced, along with a septum bull ring ,both eyebrows, and the flesh around their lips.
Clothing wise they were wearing a black cropped tank top that cunt in white lettering, low rise jeans with detailed embroidery on the back pockets paired with combat boots decked out in sliver accessories.
They were shifting from foot to foot. You couldn't quite tell if they were male or female. Everytime you thought you figured it out they would shift and leave you confused again.
"Hi, are you driver? I'm jazz, uncle courts-i mean courts niece/nephew. I brought you some homemade food " i hold up a insulation bag "and introduce myself. Sorry if this is a bad time "
Hm? Oh yes I’m driver.. food sounds awesome right now.. what’s your name?
Im jazz *I gesture to the bag I was holding* i made a bunch of different things that you can just put in your freezer and put in the oven or a pan to heat up. Lasagna, spaghetti, meatballs, stuffed shells, macaroni, containers of soup, dumplings, and some sourdough
Oh wow thank you, you didn’t have to do that
*a older teenager walks up to you (im guessing in like mechanical shop, or whatever setting you want) .they have pale skin with freckles on their shoulders, legs and face. Their hair was brown and fluffy styled into a wolf cut that brushed their collar bone. Their eyes were a hazel that burrows into your soul when they made eye contact. Their ears were heavily pierced, along with a septum bull ring ,both eyebrows, and the flesh around their lips.
Clothing wise they were wearing a black cropped tank top that cunt in white lettering, low rise jeans with detailed embroidery on the back pockets paired with combat boots decked out in sliver accessories.
They were shifting from foot to foot. You couldn't quite tell if they were male or female. Everytime you thought you figured it out they would shift and leave you confused again.
"Hi, are you driver? I'm jazz, uncle courts-i mean courts niece/nephew. I brought you some homemade food " i hold up a insulation bag "and introduce myself. Sorry if this is a bad time "
Hm? Oh yes I’m driver.. food sounds awesome right now.. what’s your name?

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Sweetheart there’s a gift for you on your bed
- @night-call-driver
A gift? You didn't have to get me anything, do I get a hint as to what it is?
@night-call-driver
I didn’t have to but i wanted to, i suppose i can give you a hint but you could just go see what it is.. your hint is that it’s edible
I could go see what it is, but that takes the fun out of asking you about it. Edible does narrow it down though...are you just trying to make sure I remember to eat while I'm cleaning up? I'm joking. Mostly.
Phone in hand, he heads into the bedroom once he's deemed the rest of the house corpse-and-viscera free...and he stares at a little package on the neatly made bed he definitely didn't do himself. Two small reminders that Driver had been there the night before.
...You remembered I like Sour Skittles. Nobody ever remembers that.
Of course i remembered sweetheart, there should be some gum there as well.. I’m sorry i left so quickly…
and think of the snacks as a “thank you for saving my life” i promise you don’t owe me anything for them
You apologized plenty for leaving this morning, pretty boy. And you don't need to thank me for saving your life, I already told you you're not allowed to die before I do. And I'm happy to report that it no longer smells like death in the kitchen, so the next time you're here we won't need to use the instant coffee.
...Or step over a body to get to the mugs.
That’s a blessing.. im surprised colt didn’t comment on the smell, but he was drunk so maybe he didn’t notice
Im glad he was still asleep when i woke up… no offence to your brother but i only had underwear and one of your shirts on.. had i known he was there i would’ve dressed myself properly before coming out of your room for a coffee
He was...definitely too drunk to comment on anything. Or see you in nothing but my sweatpants. I didn't know he was coming or I would've told you, and I didn't want to wake you up after everything so you not knowing is mostly my fault.
No don’t worry about it, I’m not upset or anything.. he’s your brother i don’t expect you to turn him away when he comes around, and i know you love taking care of them
But with all that in mind I’ll probably get you to visit me for a little while.. i did not expect your place to be so active.. you can come over whenever you want
If it helps, I wasn't expecting any of that either. Obviously, because I wasn't ready for it, and you wound up hurt because of it- Mm. I think I just processed the last week or so all at once. I need to check the locks again and sit down, I think.
There’s no pressure, my door is always open for you.. but sitting down sounds like a good idea, make sure you get lots of rest. I’ll probably be at the shop working on my cars than actually being home but if you do stop by just send me a text and ill pack up the shop and come home
...You need to rest more than I do, but I get the feeling keeping you out of the shop would be like keeping me from doing perimeter sweeps. I may also already be sitting on your couch, you don't need to hurry back on my account but there's your warning. All the unannounced visitors got to me.
You’re already in my house…? Sweetheart i can just give you my spare key.. I’m probably fine, i mean i did get smashed in the head from the hood of my car.. but its probably fine
I’ll come back as soon as i finish putting this part back in the car.. ill probably need to shower though i am covered in engine oil
...So now your car is out to get you? I should've said something before I came here, I can be out before you get home and we can pretend this never happened. You value your space as much as I do and I shouldn't have intruded. I just needed somewhere quiet to be.
Its more my fault than anything, i forgot to secure the hood and so my head paid the price, don’t leave I’m already on my way home, and yes i value my space but i also value you and i like being around you, do you wanna talk about whatever is on your mind?
Adjusting from essentially being a ghost to being around 'normal' people constantly and without warning isn't as easy as it sounds, that's all. I'll...make sure I ask before I show up here again, speaking of that. I wasn't thinking clearly.
Can we sit quietly for a while before I try talking about it?
You don’t have to ask to come see me, or to stay at my place, i told you my door is always open for you, i was just surprised that you were already there
And of course, i don’t mind silence.. i prefer it a lot of the time
I wasn't going to say anything at first, but I realized that you coming back to your apartment and seeing something vaguely me-shaped in the dark wouldn't be a very good welcome home after yesterday. And it would rightfully get me punched in the face, if not worse. You pick a movie, I think I can manage not to burn microwave popcorn.
I mean yeah if i didn’t know who you were id definitely spring into defensive mode.. but id like to think that id recognize you before i do any damage.. I’m almost home and i have a DVD of fast and furious you could put on
The menu music is playing now, I think I hear you pulling in too. I should probably turn a light on...force of habit. See you soon.
The living room light flicks on behind the curtain. A shadow passes through the light and Court peeks out the window, watching quietly.
He chuckles at his phone before shutting the engine off and getting out of his car, once he closes the door he locks it before going inside of the house
Did you start the popcorn yet?
He calls out as he starts to take his jacket and shoes off by the door, his shirt and hands were stained with oil.. he should probably shower before they sit down to watch a movie
I might have to shower before we watch anything.. I’m pretty dirty, you’re welcome to join me
He chuckles at his own joke.. well sorta a joke.. he wouldn’t mind if court randomly decided he was also dirty and needed a shower
I figured I'd wait until you were out of the shower so it was still warm, since it looks a little like you were rolling on the shop floor at work.
Court offers him a tired smile as he crosses the room to set his boots near Driver's, and his knuckles brush against the back of Driver's neck affectionately as he passes. The shower offer is tempting even if it did seem to mostly be a joke...very tempting.
I'll admit, I thought about it for a second. The shower I mean. I can wait for you to get cleaned up though, I'll still be here when you get finished. Unless you...wanted me to join you?
His tone is quiet and teasing, and Court's hand rests on Driver's waist despite the grease he can feel sticking to his fingertips. He was willing to go along with whatever Driver wanted so long as it was just the two of them. The rest of the world could respectfully take a hike for the rest of the night.
Driver smiles when he feels fingers brushing against the back of his neck, he turns around to face court, his hands wrapping around the back of his neck.. he could get used to coming home to court
Showering together doesn’t sound so bad.. i wouldn’t mind, you don’t mind do you? I know I’m pretty disgusting looking right now
Driver rubs his thumb against the skin of court’s neck as he speaks, he was feeling a sense of domesticity.. something he hasn’t experienced in a long time.. if ever. It was a nice feeling.
Let’s pause the movie so we don’t miss out on anything good though… you didn’t start making popcorn yet right?
Nope, popcorn wasn't happening until after the shower with or without me involved. I'd rather have warm popcorn and a clean Driver for the movie.
The touch around his neck makes him tense briefly, but Court leans into the thumb brushing his skin with a quiet sigh. All of this was new, but he was finding he liked it more than he thought he might.
I'll behave in the shower, pretty boy. Tempting as you might be, I think I'm too tired for anything like that tonight. Just wanna be with you.
The last part is so quiet that it was barely heard over the DVD menu music and Court deflates slightly as his hands rest gently on Driver's hips. The fact that he felt comfortable admitting that was...shocking. Driver seems to have a way of making him slip around all the emotional walls he's built up...and he doesn't mind it.
Driver can’t help but blush a little and think to himself ‘he’s so cute’ as court goes on about behaving himself, which he trusted court would anyways
I know you will, you’re a good boy.. i wanna be with you too
Driver pulls court into a kiss by his neck, its soft and full of love.. and honestly? Driver loves court’s lips, if he didn’t need to breathe he’d keep his lips against court’s, but alas he pulls away
Come on, ill wash you.. let me take care of you sweetheart
Driver pulls away from court’s neck, moving his hand to grab the other man’s hand and guide him to the bathroom. He starts the water before he turns back to court
Is your head feeling better today? I can just wash your body if your head is too sore
When they part from the kiss, Court has a smear of grease on his cheek that got smudged off from Driver's mixing with the red flush on his face that he doesn't notice until they're in the bathroom.
You don't have to take care of me, I- You want to? Why?
Court's brain is still hung up on 'good boy' and he moves to yank his shirt off and break the moment, but he pauses to listen to Driver and swallows hard. He's not used to that kind of gentle care about his wellbeing and it shows.
My head's alright, tender but not unbearable. You hit your head too, how are you feeling?
Driver starts to get undressed as the steam begins to fill up the bathroom and he just shrugs like it’s nothing serious, of course he wants to take care of court he loves- likes. He likes him
You did a lot for me yesterday and you seem mentally exhausted today, so i figured it’d be helpful to do something… sorta intimate together, nothing that requires a lot of energy but something that we can still do you know?
Driver pauses briefly at court’s question before continuing to undress, his gaze focused on fiddling with his belt as he speaks
Oh my head is fine.. same with the gunshot wound.. stab wound is healed now, i’ll be alright.. just waiting on my skin to heal over
There is a purple scar where the stitches once were, driver wasn’t being completely honest with how he was feeling.. he was physically exhausted and his body was screaming at him to lay down and let itself recover
677777777
68??
you old ass man it's a joke
Old? Excuse you I’m not old. Im younger than you.
exactly how do you not know 67 then
Maybe because unlike you i can find entertainment offline.. and entertainment that has meaning instead of a random number.
you calling me a loser?
No I’m insinuating that your brain is fried if you think that saying a number is a joke
I have great humor.
No offence, but that’s not good humour
im being ganged up on wow
That’s a great joke.. you should tell it to people who will laugh
im going to blow up your loved ones.
For starters my mother already killed my father, my mother probably killed herself and @sierrasix-official would probably beat you to it, nice try though
ill nuke your car
Woah. Too far.
you ate all my grapefruits didn't you
Why the hell would i eat your food. Im not a raccoon
you probably did to spite me.
he literally said he didn’t
Why would i? I don’t even know you
@official-eva-stratt
thats my child don't be mean.
Im talking to you.. and you called me old.
677777777
68??
you old ass man it's a joke
Old? Excuse you I’m not old. Im younger than you.
exactly how do you not know 67 then
Maybe because unlike you i can find entertainment offline.. and entertainment that has meaning instead of a random number.
you calling me a loser?
No I’m insinuating that your brain is fried if you think that saying a number is a joke
I have great humor.
No offence, but that’s not good humour
im being ganged up on wow
That’s a great joke.. you should tell it to people who will laugh
im going to blow up your loved ones.
For starters my mother already killed my father, my mother probably killed herself and @sierrasix-official would probably beat you to it, nice try though
ill nuke your car
Woah. Too far.
you ate all my grapefruits didn't you
Why the hell would i eat your food. Im not a raccoon
you probably did to spite me.
he literally said he didn’t
Why would i? I don’t even know you
@official-eva-stratt
677777777
68??
you old ass man it's a joke
Old? Excuse you I’m not old. Im younger than you.
exactly how do you not know 67 then
Maybe because unlike you i can find entertainment offline.. and entertainment that has meaning instead of a random number.
you calling me a loser?
No I’m insinuating that your brain is fried if you think that saying a number is a joke
I have great humor.
No offence, but that’s not good humour
im being ganged up on wow
That’s a great joke.. you should tell it to people who will laugh
im going to blow up your loved ones.
For starters my mother already killed my father, my mother probably killed herself and @sierrasix-official would probably beat you to it, nice try though
ill nuke your car
Woah. Too far.
you ate all my grapefruits didn't you
Why the hell would i eat your food. Im not a raccoon
677777777
68??
you old ass man it's a joke
Old? Excuse you I’m not old. Im younger than you.
exactly how do you not know 67 then
Maybe because unlike you i can find entertainment offline.. and entertainment that has meaning instead of a random number.
you calling me a loser?
No I’m insinuating that your brain is fried if you think that saying a number is a joke
I have great humor.
No offence, but that’s not good humour
im being ganged up on wow
That’s a great joke.. you should tell it to people who will laugh
im going to blow up your loved ones.
For starters my mother already killed my father, my mother probably killed herself and @sierrasix-official would probably beat you to it, nice try though
ill nuke your car
Woah. Too far.

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677777777
68??
you old ass man it's a joke
Old? Excuse you I’m not old. Im younger than you.
exactly how do you not know 67 then
Maybe because unlike you i can find entertainment offline.. and entertainment that has meaning instead of a random number.
you calling me a loser?
No I’m insinuating that your brain is fried if you think that saying a number is a joke
I have great humor.
No offence, but that’s not good humour
im being ganged up on wow
That’s a great joke.. you should tell it to people who will laugh
im going to blow up your loved ones.
For starters my mother already killed my father, my mother probably killed herself and @sierrasix-official would probably beat you to it, nice try though
677777777
68??
you old ass man it's a joke
Old? Excuse you I’m not old. Im younger than you.
exactly how do you not know 67 then
Maybe because unlike you i can find entertainment offline.. and entertainment that has meaning instead of a random number.
you calling me a loser?
No I’m insinuating that your brain is fried if you think that saying a number is a joke
I have great humor.
No offence, but that’s not good humour
im being ganged up on wow
That’s a great joke.. you should tell it to people who will laugh