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Dating - The In’s and Out’s of Dating Deckard Shaw (Shortened)

He’s very controlling. He wants things a certain way all the time. You would say he’s a neat freak but its more extreme then just cleanliness. In the beginning it was hard to tell. Little things here and there, but you always thought it was a joke because 9 times out of 10 they were utterly ridiculous. But no, he was being totally serious. You found out one day, the hard way. It was a day just after you solidified the relationship as a relationship. “What are you wearing.” You look at him from the passenger seat. “Oh, don’t tell me-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence from the laughter. “Go change.” He turns the car off and looks at you. “You’re such a jokester. Now that I got a good laugh, we can go.” You playfully hit him in the shoulder and he just sits there. “Go on.” You wave your hand. He crosses his arms. “You cannot be serious right now. You have your man tiddies out.” You mess with his open button-up shirt and he grabs your hand, yanking you towards him. “As my lady, we’re not going anywhere with you looking so sexy in that dress. So change or we are staying right in this driveway, love.” He kisses you and you look away. “Is it because my girls are out? Because we’re kind of even there, bud. And this dress is too long for someone to look under. So get a grip and drive.” You smile and pat his shoulder. His eye twitches.

Another thing, commitment issues. He has no problem committing, he’s fully committed to you and only you. It was just getting him to commit in the beginning that was the hard thing. Being funny all the time, leads to being the joke most of the time. So, you had to prove to him that this time all jokes are done and you’re being 100 percent serious. “hey! Listen to me.” You follow behind him closely as he sits on the couch. “When you grow a few inches.” You sit next to him. “I bet thats what you say to your hair every night.” You chuckle then turn back to game face. “Can you listen to what I’m trying to say.” You wave your hand in his face as he attempts to flip through channels. Turning off the tv and putting the remote down, he looks at you. “Thank you.” You take a deep breath and get your words in an order. “I’ve had this conversation, or tried to, have this conversation with you countless times and you never take me seriously. I want you to take me seriously right now in this moment.” He nods.

“This thing has been going on for what, 2 months. I feel like your treating me like someone you call up when your bored or horny and I don’t treat you like that.” You realize the amount of attention he’s giving you and fumble. “I mean I don’t think I treat you like that. What I’m trying- I want to say that you’re- you.” You stop your sentence there and facepalm yourself. “You know what never mind. I sound very stupid.” You get up ready to leave and he pulls you back down. “I’m listening. Continue what you’re trying to say.” You sigh. “I’m going spare you the talk and stuff. I want to date and be together and do relationship stuff as a couple. You know? But I don’t know if you want to do that.” You look down and he lifts your chin. “I do want to do that. Do you want to be my girlfriend, Y/n?” You nod, not being able to conjure up the words at his reaction. “Use your words.” You stop nodding. “Yeah, yup I do. Why couldn’t you just ask me in the first place!” He leans in and kisses you. “I have to run around in circles just to get the courage to ask you whats going on.” You mutter into his chest as he hugs you.

The work problems can be an issue. He got away with telling you he was an accountant for months believe it or not. But when it came to his real work, he did not play. He kept it discreet around you, for the most part. You’d see a gun around sometimes but hey, when you’d see it you were looking for it. He would rarely talk work around you but at times you could get some information out of him. “I happened to see my mom at the same store I went to for the bullet proof jacket.” He leans over slightly to look at you, checking if you’re dozing off or not. “that same store that has the good champagne?” You ask quietly and he mentally curses himself. “Yeah, thats the one.” You hum for him to keep going with the story. “are you going to keep talking?” You mumble, drowsiness in your voice. “You’re probably too tired to hear it.” He tries to cuddle you in an effort to make you fall asleep faster but you turn around and sit up next to him.

“nope, I’m wide awake.” You say lowly with a smile, your eye-bags clear through the darkness. He groans, knowing that you’ll stay up and bother him until he continues. “what did you get the jacket for?” He sighs and kisses you, from your neck to your lips still trying to make you forget. When he’s done, you stare at him eagerly. “Work. I got it for work.” You pout at his response. “thats your answer all the time, tell me something. please?” You put your voice low and sweet to seduce him. “I needed it so I don’t get a bullet to chest by some guys that I pissed off.” He sighs. “wow, exciting.” He lays you down with him. “Alright, time to sleep.” He puts his hands over your stomach and under your shirt. “you have to promise me a storytime.” You strictly tell him. “If that’ll get you to sleep.” He exclaims as his cold hands rub all over your skin. “it will. sleeping in 3, 2, 1.” You fake snore.

It was 1 am in the morning, very unusual to see someone in an alley way. You took baby steps towards him, he didn't move nor flinch. He just laid there. The closer you got, the clearer his wounds became. You put your head to his chest to make sure he was breathing. You sighed and hoisted him up. "This is ridiculous." You say under your breath as you take him inside your apartment.

Struggling to bring him inside, you manage to sit him up on the couch. "What the hell am I doing? Helping a stranger on the sidewalk, that's a great idea, Y/n!" You say with great sarcasm. Speed walking to the bathroom you scavenge for the first aid kit. Now with a stool, you sit in front of him. Slowly patching him up, his arms had deep cuts and bruises. 'Some of these bruises look old.' You thought continuing your actions.

While applying rubbing alcohol to his wounds, he winced. "Sorry." You then move to his chest where the bullets were. You had no experience with removing bullets or bullets in general. "I'm gonna try to be gentle." You warned him before using chopsticks to remove the bullets. "Not the best thing to use but it'll have to work." You successfully removed both of the bullets, earning groans and winces of pain from him.

Now finished patching him up, you leave a glass of water and a note on the stool in front of him. You give him space and escape to your room, so you could change out your sweaty pajamas. You walked out the room in sweats and a sweater. He was still there in the same position as you left him. "Thank goodness it's Friday." You huff and sit at your kitchen counter. "What happened to you?" You ask but received no answer.

You lay your head in your arms on the counter. Mistakenly falling asleep. While in dream world, you heard a deep british voice. "Thank You." He whispered. The sounds of chains echoed your ears. Your eyes slowly blinking open, viewing a new environment. A brightly lit room with mirrors all around. You looked around in confusion. A million questions popping in your head. Behind you, you heard a door creak open.

Multiple footsteps approaching you. Turning your head you see three men. A brown skin bulky man with his muscles clearly showing through his shirt, A pale skinned young man in a nicely tailored suit and a security guard. The two guys stood in front the table, you were chained to and the guard stepped back. They both stared at you intensely. "Why am I chained up? Why am I even here?" You lift up your wrists a bit. "Do you know why you're here?"

The young man in the suit asked. "No, that's why I asked. Am I in jail?!" You look around with false amusement. He then slams the table, you jerk back a bit in discomfort. "Are we in New York? And what day is it?" You continue to ask questions. He fixes his tie and stands up right. "No and it's Saturday." He steps back and lets the muscle man take over. "I'm Luke Hobbs and your name is?" He was intimidating. "Y/n L/n." You hold your hands together and relax your body.

"You have associated yourself with a World Class Fugitive and Assassin, Deckard Shaw." You bite down on your lip to block a chuckle. "This has to be a prank. Is someone pranking me?" You slightly laugh and looking around but your eyes meet Hobbs serious face. "You're being serious..." Your face dropped, you still couldn't believe that you just helped a fugitive. "And we know you're an accomplice." The young man accuses. "An accomplice?" You laugh at him.

"If I was an accomplice, I'm the most unprepared accomplice. Who takes out two bullets with a pair of chop sticks." You stare into his soul and scare him a little. "Chopsticks?" You nod to Hobbs. "Therefore, I am not associated in anyway with this man. I just saw him on the street bleeding. I didn't know it would lead me here. Where ever here is." You roll your neck and sigh. Hobbs uncuffs you and you rub your wrists in relief. "Follow me."

You follow close behind him, out the room and into a hallway of inmates. You keep your eyes straight ahead. He guides you to, two isolated cells sitting across from eachother. "Am I getting locked up?" He shakes his head. "No, you're just going to talk to Shaw." You nod with a small fake smile. You stand in front his cell. Awaiting interaction. As you and Shaw lock eyes, your phone rings. 'I still have my phone?' You take out your phone and answer the call.

"Hello?" You slightly look away from Shaws' gaze but still feel his eyes on you. "Y/n! I need some cars girl." Roman's voice echoes through your ears. "I can't give you cars right now and plus I'm off today." He groans loudly. "Girl, come on. You got the cars, we got the money. Remember?" You roll your eyes at him.

"Yes, I do remember that. But Roman, right now is not a good time." Shaw perks up at the mention of another name and Hobbs comes into your eye range. "I have to get these cars. Y/n, I'm hungry!" You heavily huff.

"Look Roman, If I could go and give you the cars so you can stop bothering me, I would! But I am not in the predicament to give you the cars as of right now. I'm not even in New York!" You take a deep breath in and calm down.

"Don't play hard to get girl. I'll even pick it up this time." You could see his annoying smile through the phone. "Stop! Stop, this isn't working. I'm in JAIL Roman! JAIL! I cannot do anything for you." You crack down on him. He asks a question softly then repeats it.

"What you do to get locked up girl?" "I don't know what I did. I'm just caught up in some shit right now. So, do me a big favor and wait until I get out or better yet get cars from someone else!" You then hang up.

As soon as you put your phone away, two guards grab you. Alert from the sudden action, you kick one in the stomach launching him back and with your now free hand knock out the other guard, only one punch needed. Three guards, grab you and immobilize you. "Get off me!" You grunt in the guards hands as they drag you back to where you came from. All the while giving Shaw a show.

While passing more inmates, you saw the opportunity to get the unwanted guards off you. You shove one of the guards off you, head butting him, grabbing his taser and tazing the other two guards. "I can walk by myself." You scoff and drop the taser. The immates hoot and holler at your actions. Hobbs drags you back into the mirrored room. "Back to stage one." You exhale. "You know Roman Pearce?" Hobbs asks.

"Yes, I sell him cars. And don't ask me what he uses them for. I don't know. They just come back wrecked." You roll your eyes remembering the left overs of once great cars. "We know what they do with those cars. Who do you work for?" The young man speaks again. "I work at a dealership. I only know my manager." He huffs and leaves the room. "You can leave now. We'll give you a ride back to New York."

A few months later...

'Why do I keep thinking about him? That criminal.' You kept repeating this in your head. With the time apart, you somehow got Shaw stuck in your head. Drilled in and not leaving anytime soon. 'Those eyes' You recited. You could day dream about him all day. Hobbs and his side kick have been sending people to spy on you and you hated it. If they wanted to know what you were doing, they could have simply gave you phone call but not all things are as simple.

Over the months, you did wonder how Shaw was doing and if he is ever going to get out. Even though it's none of your business. Today, you left work a little late because you were working on this car for an important client. You unlocked your car, opening the drivers side door and sitting down, tossing your purse to the seat over. You heavily sighed and blew some hair out your face. "Hello darling." You jump and look in the rearview mirror.

"Shaw?" You eyed his features and took in this eye candy. You couldn't keep your eyes off the rearview, just looking at him after months passed is a real treat. "Aren't you supposed to be in jail?" You narrow your eyes at him. "Not at the moment, love." He smirks. You look away from him and look in the side mirror, then back at him. "How did you miraculously come to New York? Don't tell me you came to play nurse and patient." He chuckles at your humor.

"You would love that but no. I came because of Toretto. Seems the bastard has gone rogue." You start the car and tie your hair back. "You're doing it alone?" You pull out the parking spot and drive away from your workplace. "Of course not. I do not want a death wish. I merely came early." While driving you proceed to talk to him. "Why exactly did you come early?" He scoffs and gives a deep chuckle.

"Isn't is obvious? Love, I came to see you." Those words struck your body, mind and soul. It even made you blush a little. "You barely know me..." You now focus your attention to the road. "And what does that have to do with anything, y/n." Your breath hitches at your name leaving his mouth. 'So he does know me to an extent.' You thought with a small smile. "How much time do you have...until you have to leave." That question came out more as a sad statement.

"Don't be daft, I'll come back in one piece. At most, I have about a few hours." He glances at his watch then at you. You groan in annoyance at the sudden burst of traffic. Cars now bumper to bumper. The silence surrounds the car but not for long as your phone rings. You reached over and took your phone out the purse.

"Hello?" Shaw studies your body, to determine who you're on the phone with. "Y/n, babygirl we coming to New York." You roll your eyes at the cringe name. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that." You hear laughs in the background. "Y/n. I need you to meet up with us." Your eyes slightly widen at the familiar voice.

"Sorry, Hobbs. But I don't work with police." Shaw plainly smirks at your smart response. "Shaw flaked on us so we need a backup." You recognize the annoying voice and put the phone on speaker. "You're quite incorrect there, side kick. I don't think he flaked. But I heard what happened so I'll help." Shaw clears his throat in the background.

"Anyway, what do you want Roman. I just left work but I can circle back." You receive a ping on your phone. "Come to this location. We have everything you need." Hobbs says. "Ok. Before I hang up, there's been people watching me for months could you call them off." In the background you could hear Roman saying something but your didn't hear it right.

"I didn't send anyone to watch you." At his words you stop your car in the middle of traffic and take your key. "Ah shit." You go in your glove box and pull out a stack of money, shoving it in your purse. "What?" Roman asks. You ignore him and speak to Shaw.

"There's a bag in the backseat grab it." You say to him and get out the car. He follows your act. You ditch the car in the middle of the road and start running between cars. "I'm getting chased right now. I'll see you-" Before you could finish your sentence, bullets start flying. "Get down!" Shaw hunches you down with him while running. "Bye!" You quickly hang up and pay attention to your current situation.

"This is so infuriating." You snarl. Hiding behind a car with Shaw. "Darling, why do these people want to kill you?" He says in between breaths. "I kinda took some things from them." You look back at the shooters then to Shaw. He was gazing at you. "And here I thought you were innocent." The corners of his lips curled but only for a split second. You snatch the bag from him in irritation. Digging into the bag you take out a two pistols.

"Here." You shove the gun into his chest. "It's already loaded, ammo is in the bag." Leaving him in front the car. You get out of your cowering position and stand tall, shooting at the incoming goons. Your face was firm and drenched in determination. While shooting you advanced to their side. 1 shot, 2 shots, 4 shots. You clicked your gun one last time before running out of bullets. You tossed it to the side and engaged with hand to hand combat.