Our side of the door WAS SO GOOD. I love how softly you write driver do you have any headcanons from driver or maybe court?
omg, thank you so much 🤭 i love driver so much and im so glad you guys are liking what im writing for him! i also love court a lot, so thank you for bringing him into this as well. here’s some headcannons for both boys:
driver:
you met driver at the garage. you’d broken down a few blocks away and someone helped to tow you to the closest place which happened to be where he worked. shannon helped you out at first, but driver was so drawn to you that he offered to fix your car and offer you a drive home. if anyone asked, he’d say it was fate that you lived in the same apartment building
the week he spent fixing your car, he took you wherever you wanted: work, grocery shopping, clothes shopping. you dragged him around a mall for three hours and he didn’t complain once (that’s where your crush grew into more than a crush)
little did you know that he also felt the same way. he happily followed you around for those three hours just to spend time with you. he drove you wherever you wanted to just be around you. he accepted your offer of dinner for his troubles just to talk to you
when your car was fixed, he missed having you as a passenger and you missed him driving you places. it took three days of him missing you in his car for him to offer to take you grocery shopping. you didn’t say no
he first kissed you after you had made him dinner for the third time that week. both of you were washing and drying up dishes when he suddenly dropped his dish cloth, gently guiding you into the corner of your kitchen before leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss on your lips. he was just testing the waters, but as soon as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to you, that restraint went out the window
after that, you were inseparable. he would take you to work, pick you up from work, take you to the store whenever you wanted to, take you on drives to nowhere just to be with you. if you had a day off and he needed to work on a car, you’d sit in the garage with him and keep him company. you’d go between peaceful silence to asking him every question under the sun. shannon got annoyed from time to time, but driver never got tried of hearing your voice
and as you two were getting closer, driver told you about his other other job of being a getaway driver. you were a bit upset at first, but once you got used to him going out and coming back late, having no injuries and nothing changing apart from him having a bit more money, it was just part of your relationship
you don’t mind that he’s a bit quieter than other partners you’ve had before. other people have mentioned it to you, but you shut them down immediately. you feel safe around him, he takes care of you and he’s sweet to you. he can also talk your ear off when he wants to behind closed doors, but you keep that to yourself; you don’t need people harassing him to talk more than they already do
he buys you flowers every week
he kisses you every time either of you leave the apartment (even if you’re leaving together)
and he kisses you every time either of you get back (yes, even if you come back together)
this man cannot keep his hands off of you. it can be a hand on your waist, his hand in yours, or his whole body pressed against your back. after being uncomfortable with other people’s touches for so long, he’s finally found comfort in yours
court:
with court, you met him at a coffee shop. he was on a mission, meant to be undercover following someone, but as he sat waiting for a contact, he saw you step in, sit down and pull out a book, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. he saw you a few more times at that coffee shop (after he’d made a conscious effort to go there for three days straight at the same time) and tried to work up some courage to talk to you
you had noticed him too, the cute guy with dirty blond hair who seemed to always find the perfect seat to watch both the door and the counter. he would be there first, so you managed to get a seat facing him, just to steal glances over the top of your book whenever you looked up
he disappeared for a few days (little did you know that he was finally finishing the mission he was sent out on), but after a week since you first saw him, he was back and came straight to talk to you
you spent that whole first day together, going from the coffee shop to the park and then to a nice restaurant for dinner. he paid for everything, got your number at the end of the night and walked you home. to say you were enamoured would be putting it lightly
you had planned and had a few dates after that, but he disappeared after a couple of weeks. you fully believed he had ghosted you until he showed up at you door, bloody and wounded, and told you about his job. he didn’t want to pull you into it, but also didn’t want to lose you by not telling you
after that, when he disappeared and then reappeared at your door every so often, you asked minimal questions, never wanting to know what he’s done, only that he’s okay
a little further into your relationship, he came to you really beat up one night. you patched him up like usual, but once you were laid in bed together, you sobbed into his arms, telling him how scared you were and how you didn’t want to lose him. that was the first time you said ‘i love you’ to each other and you haven’t stopped since then (it’s his favourite thing to tell you)
when court finally leaves his gray man life behind, you don’t mind moving to the middle of nowhere with him. he tells you about the things he’s done, the places he’s been, what he’s been through. literally anything you didn’t know about him, within the first couple of weeks of his new life, you knew everything about him
this man will bring you breakfast in bed (or just a drink) every morning after he’s had his daily run
he’ll insist that you have to shower with him so he can keep you safe because “you never know who could be lurking”. you know he just wants to touch you and kiss you, but you play along with him every time
and like driver, he can’t keep his hands to himself: he’ll be pressed up against you while you’re cooking; his arm will be around your waist as he pushes the shopping cart with one hand (a very hot visual by the way); he’ll hold your hand while driving constantly. after so long of not being with someone, he’ll be clinging onto you forever
(but you don’t mind)