#request friday

Here ya go! 😌

thank you!!!

Sure!

Hi friend!

At this point, I've forgotten that scene is part of the extended version. I'm like, they fully intended to have that scene lol

~~

Ramsey jumped a little as she felt a presence at her elbow. Looking up, she blinked at Deckard Shaw.

"Mind if I use your computer?"

Shaking her head, Ramsey handed it over.

Quietly, she watched as he used her computer and she was shocked he actually seemed to know what he was doing.

Not only was he able to go head to head with Hobbs, rescue her, but now he was apparently a hacker?

What else could Deckard Shaw do?

"What?" He mumbled, eyes still glued to the screen. Her staring hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Uh, thanks for saving me."

"You're welcome."

His fingers were racing over the keyboard at this point and Ramsey was thoroughly impressed. Having him on their side was useful.

Which made her think.

When Brian and the rest of the crew had saved her, they hadn't really explained why Deckard had been chasing them. The fact he had teamed up with Jakande had convinced her that he needed to be taken down.

But now, she was left wondering.

"Why did Mr. Nobody mention your brother? Is he ok?"

Deckard's jaw clenched for a second before he paused his typing to glance at her.

"What did your little crew tell you about me and my brother?"

"Not much," she shrugged. "Just that you were after them and killed one of their friends."

"So they didn't mention that they were the ones to put my little brother in a coma?" His eyes were narrowed and she could see a building storm in them.

"They didn't," she winced at the confession. They had shared all of their adventures but the details of any casualties had been left out. "But Mr. Nobody said he was in a black site."

"He woke up," Deckard nodded. "I'm surprised he hasn't broken out yet. They must be doing something shitty to him to keep him."

"Tell me about him."

Deckard frowned, fully stopping to turn and look at her.

"Why?" He asked, suspicion thick in his voice.

"Why not?" She fired back. "You must miss him, so tell me about him."

Deckard continued to stare at her, but she didn't back down. She didn't hold the same grudge and trauma that the crew held towards him, so maybe she could help to create the bridge between him and the crew. After all, if they're going to work together, they needed to at least get along.

"He's a little arsehole," Deckard finally spoke. "But he's a genius. I swear, I spent more time saving his arse than not growing up."

Ramsey giggled. Deckard sounded exactly like an exhausted older sibling.

"There must have been times he wasn't difficult."

"When he had a project,"Deckard admitted. "He's amazing at coming up with heists. Actually, he was the one who would name our heists after his favorite singers. Owen's a really good singer, so he was always going on and on about the latest song."

"Does he now?"

"Not as much. Once he became a criminal after escaping the army, he was obsessed with outdoing himself after each one. Didn't help that our mum kept encouraging him. Even gave him ideas on his next heists. If only he hadn't gotten tangled up with Cipher."

Ramsey felt her heart twist the ways Deckard said that last part.

"If he hadn't gotten in her clutches, he wouldn't have gotten himself in this mess,"Deckard sighed. "I wish I saw the signs and stopped him. Just drag him away from his crew and keep him tied up somewhere away from her."

"He would have fought you the whole way." Ramsey had never met Owen, but she was certain in this.

"Maybe," Deckard smirked. "But I wouldn't have cared. Not as long as he was safe."

Seeing Deckard's smirking face, Ramsey had to take a step back.

He looked just like--

"Found him."

"What?" Ramsey asked dumbly.

"I found Toretto," Deckard told her. "Here. Thanks."

Taking back her computer and watching Deckard make his announcement to everyone else, Ramsey shook her head.

I’m too lazy to draw any puzzles 

Thanks for requesting!

I have a request you can do where Deckard falls and Luke saves him.

Yasss!! Luke being Deckard's white knight will always be an amazing request!

~~~

Panting, Deckard ran as fast as he could. All around him, the world seemed to be falling apart and trying to drag him down with it.

The mission had started off simple: break into a terrorist's secret base located deep in the jungle, far away from any kind of backup. Breaking in had been easy, the getting back out a little more difficult.

That was, until a massive tank burst out of nowhere and began firing wildly.

Explosion after explosion sounded behind Deckard, who couldn't be more thankful that he had gotten a heads start.

The roaring of the tank was gaining on him and the jungle wasn't getting any thinner. At this rate, Deckard was sure he was either going to get blown up or run over. He didn't know which one he'd prefer.

Forcing himself to run even faster, he jumped over fallen trees, small dips in the earth, and whatever was on the jungle floor. He was quickly running out of stamina and wished that someone would give.

His prayers were answered as he finally burst out of the tree line and out onto a cliff's edge. Breathing hard, Deckard whipped his around.

There!

Not too far away was a wooden bridge connecting this cliff to another and over a long fall into a river.

"Not much of a choice," Deckard mumbled to himself before sprinting towards the bridge.

It was covered in vines and had several of it'd boards already hanging off by a thread. He feared it wouldn't hold his weight but it was a risk he had to take.

As his foot made contact with the bridge, he heard the tell-tale sound of dozens of trees being crushed by the tank. Looking over his shoulder, Deckard's heart sunk as he saw the tank raising its canon to aim right at him.

In a blink of an eye, Deckard was racing over the bridge.

He could hear and feel the ropes keeping the bridge together snapping. His rough treatment of it was making it collapse right under him, but he didn't have any other choice.

Blood was rushing in his ears as he kept his eyes on the other side of the bridge. He was going to make! He was going to-

BANG!

"Ahh!" Deckard screamed as he went crashing forward and gripped onto the wooden boards. He could feel himself and the bridge falling.

Looking down, he saw the bridge had been blown to smitherings and was rapidly falling towards the river far below.

No!

He had been so close! He wasn't going to give up now.

Against all odds, he kept grabbing at the boards and lifted himself up the last bit of the bridge. He was working against gravity and could feel his lungs wanting to give out.

Splinters dug deep into his skin, but he could see he was getting to the top and closer to freedom. Grunting, he was almost there and was about to grab the last board before he heard it.

A small snapping noise.

Freezing, Deckard looked up and saw the last few strands of rope keeping the bridge tethered to the cliff breaking.

"No!" Deckard shouted and desperately grabbed at the cliff's edge, only for his fingers to pull at loose dirt. Losing his grip, Deckard plummeted.

Or, he would have if a strong hand didn't grab his wrist just in time.

Panting, Deckard squinted up at his savior.

"And this is why we ask for help, princess." Luke smirked down at him.

"Juet pull me up, you wanker." Deckard rolled his eyes. With ease, Luke pulled Deckard up the cliff and right into his arms. Clutching at the bigger man, Deckard let his head fall onto Luke's chest and closed his eyes.

That had been way too close.

"What, no 'thank you'?"

"Thanks," Deckard smiled and lifted his head. Standing on his toes, he gave Luke quick peck on his lips. "What would I ever do without my knight in shining armor?"

"You'd probably be dead a dozen times over."

"Says you."