hii its 🤍 anon again (wowie what a surprise) but do you write for the driver as well? its ok if not ♡ I just think older bf driver is a whole other concept that im Not Quite Sure I'm Emotionally Prepared For
ARE YOU A PSYCHIC?? because i’m literally in the middle of writing something for older!ex-bf driver RIGHT NOW?? and yes… he is a stalker in it 🤭
okayy so, my thoughts about older!bf driver to help the drought in the meanwhile!! cw: obsessive behavior, mutual fixation, innocence kink i think?? i tried so hard to make this fluffy but damn
you probably meet because you’re working late shifts at some tiny cafe to help pay your college bills.
you think he’s attractive, obviously, but you don’t dwell on it too much at first. he’s quiet in a way that only makes you more curious. one night, while handing him his coffee, you tell him you like his jacket.
he gives you this small, almost hesitant:
but driver’s mind has a tendency to spiral. a pretty girl being so kind to him, and you look so innocent and young standing behind the counter under yellow lights. and the neighborhood at night is rough, so he can't help to stay until your shift ends.
he tells himself he’s only making sure you get home safe. you don’t even notice the car at first, walking alone at night, cutting through side streets and dim alleys without a second thought. from behind the wheel, driver’s grip tightens every time someone passes too close to you.
you’re too trusting, too unaware. you're lucky he's following you so close.
the truth is, you noticed him the second he walked into the cafe.
your coworker thinks he’s such a creepy dude, but every time you catch his eyes on you, your heartbeat stutters hard enough to make you dizzy.
you start using the front entrance instead of the back because you want him to know exactly where you're going. you take the quieter route home just to know if he'll do something with the fact that he has you all alone for him. you need to know how far his attention goes.
and you start watching him back. he comes every day at the same hour, and you memorize his order like the back of your hand, and before he even asks, you smile politely and hand him his coffee already. it sure doesn't help the obsession he already has for you.
you’re the one who asks him out first. he says yes immediately. he doesn’t say much else after that, but you don’t really mind. there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes up for the lack of words.
you wear a soft white dress; you know exactly what you’re doing, acting all innocent when in reality you've touched yourself at the thought of him watching you so intensely.
when you get into his car, you grin and point at his jacket. “look, we’re matching.”
his eyes flick down at your dress for half a second before he starts driving again, jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.
he takes you to a little viewpoint far away from the city noise, somewhere quiet enough that the only sounds are the wind and distant traffic below. you sit together on a blanket. at one point, a strand of hair falls across your face.
driver reaches over automatically, slow enough to give you time to pull away if you want to. his knuckles brush your cheek as he tucks the strand back into place, fingers lingering just slightly longer than necessary. without thinking, you lean into his hand.
afterwards, the drive back to your apartment is quiet but comfortable. the city lights blur across the windshield while his hand rests loose against your thigh.
when he parks outside your building, neither of you moves right away.
“thank you for tonight,” you murmur softly, and before he can answer, you lean over and press a quick kiss to his lips.
you smile at him one last time before slipping out of the car and disappearing inside the building. driver sits there for several long minutes afterwards, fingertips still curled tightly around the steering wheel.
the realization hits him too fast, you never gave him your address. he's so fucked.
