Requested by the lovely @the-purpleflower : hi there think you could do Brian,Dominic's reaction to (reader) telling them that thy been hunting down the person who killed there father and stole there fathers Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454 that he made with his own 2 hands.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of violence/death etc. Reader is not dealing with her grief in a healthy way but let the girl live ya know?
𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: He had taken everything from you; your father, and then his pride and joy. But you were going to take it all back, and you were going to do it with or without Brian's help.
𝐀/𝐍: I would've made this longer but the request just asked for the reaction, and since I'm just starting to get back into the swing of writing for fast and furious I thought I'd keep it short and sweet <3
Your computer screen glared at you harshly, the blue light burning your retinas as your eyes dropped to the bottom of the screen.
2:56 AM
The unopened email taunted you as your cursor hovered over it, sent from an anonymous address. You knew who it was though. Months and months ago, after finding out the truth about your father's tragic 'accident', the one where he had also apparently written off his beloved Chevrolet Chevelle, you had hired a private investigator to hunt down the man who did it. And he had found him.
All of the information, everything you had dedicated the past few months of your life to knowing was sitting right there in that unopened email, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to open it. Maybe it was the fear of finally having closure, or maybe you knew that once you found out who was behind this you wouldn't stop until you had your retribution, and your fathers car back with it's rightful owners.
Sighing, you push shut the laptop and stand up from the desk, crawling back into bed.
Brian was sleeping like a rock beside you, unaware of the dilemma that you were facing head-on like a train right now. You feel him wrap his arms around your waist, and it makes you smile. You'd been together for years, but you still got butterflies with him at the little things he did.
You close your eyes, trying your hardest to drift off and let sleep consume you, the nagging thought of the email pushed to the back of your mind as you slip from your consciousness.
~
"You look tired." Brian comments as you walk into the kitchen.
You just chuckle, shaking your head and pressing a quick kiss to his lips before you went to pour yourself a cup of coffee.
"Yeah I was tossing and turning." You shrug, lying blatantly. You hated lying to him, but you had no idea how he would react to the little side project you had going on right now. "You know how it is."
"Oh c'mon Y/n." Brian scoffs and you furrow your brows. "I know you didn't crawl into bed until like three. What was up?"
His eyes are kind and concerned as he meets your gaze, his head dipped slightly so that he can get a better view of your face. You run a hand through your hair anxiously, unsure of whether or not to tell him the truth before you cave. He deserved to know.
"I got an email." You say cryptically, watching with your breath held as confusion washes over her features. "From my PI."
"Your PI?" He looks as lost as ever as you try to explain to him. "What could you possibly need a PI for?"
"For my dad." You say quietly and his face falls as it dawns on him.
"Wasn't that an accident?"
"No, apparently not." You say, taking a sip of your coffee and letting it run down your throat comfortingly. "Someone killed him, and they took his car too. I'm trying to track them down."
"Ok, ok." He says quietly, nodding. You assume he's speaking more to himself then you as he meets your gaze again. "And you didn't think to tell me this, I don't know, maybe before you hired a private investigator?"
"I didn't want to tell you Brian because I wasn't even sure if this guy could track him down." You try to defend yourself and your situation. "I wasn't going to get my hopes up or yours only to be disappointed."
"Well then when were you going to tell me?" He asks, slightly raising his voice at you.
"Soon, I swear!"
"Bullshit."
"Brian, I was going to tell you." You say, exasperated. "I got an email from him last night, but I couldn't open it."
His face softens at your words and he sets down his mug of coffee.
"Let's go." He says, walking to your bedroom and gesturing for you to follow.
"Where?"
"To find out who killed your father."
Oof I low-key hate this but it'll have to do since I'm only getting into the swing of these fics again. Hope you enjoyed it, and I'm slowly working through all of the requests, so keep them coming because I thrive on being overworked <3
I saw that you were taking requests for Fast and Furious!! First off, you’re the only blog I’ve seen so far that writes for those amazing films so I’m already in love with you! Second, can I please request a Brian O’Conner x Reader? 🥺👉👈
@hommoturttle Ok, next one to tackle on the list! I've got it all set up in my drafts ready to be written, and you will be tagged when it's done my love! <3
