#paul walker x reader

[audreyownsdiamonds]

THE ONE WHO LIT THE FUSE

pairing: brian o’connor x girlfriend!reader

summary: brian's girlfriend wins a race in his r34 skyline. It makes him proud of her and feeling very lucky she is his girl.

word count: 1.4k (1433 words)

warnings: making out, nipple play, sex on the car, cursing, unprotected sex

a/n: there is not enough fics about brian o’connor!!!!! this needs to be fixed, I know there is a lot of lovers of this man, I hope more people will write for him.

The streetlights shone at the road before you. The air of the night was perfectly clear, soon to be drenched in smoke.

Two guys leaned smugly on their cars, arrogant, and very sure of themselves. They were straightened in full height, challengingly confident at the race before them. They thought you didn’t stand a chance at winning. How typical.

Brian hadn’t said anything to them, despite feeling a slight tug to poke at them. But he didn’t want to ruin your game, he knew you will crushed them single-handedly, without breaking a sweat. He leaned against the side of his silver Skyline, arms crossed.

He tossed the keys at you, giving you a small wink. “Go show ‘em what she can do.“

You chuckled, climbing in, as you watched Brian join the crowd of people waiting for the show to start. The low growl of the Skyline’s engine echoed, purring like a caged animal about to be let loose. You gripped the wheel tight, glancing over at the smug guy in the souped-up RX-7 beside you. He looked cocky, as did the other one.

From the side, Brian held a stance without worry, watching with an unreadable look on his face. But you knew that smirk. He liked what he was seeing.

Mia raised the flag, counting down. You revved the engine as the last warning to the men. "...One!"

The tires screamed against the asphalt, smoke curling as you lauched forward. You didn't even look at them as you flew past, shifting gears vigurously. The car roared as you pushed it, drifting at the end of your victorious race.

You stepped out of the car with a proud look in your eyes. Your boyfriend was smiling widely. When his hands reached your body, he whistled low. "Good job, baby. Made 'em look like clowns."

"You knew I would." enjoying his cheerful demeanor, sliding the keys of Skyline in his pocket.

"Yeah but watching it?" he shook his head with a devilish grin. " Whole different experience."

You knew that look he was giving you, sly and deliberate. You were close enough to smell the hit of motor oil lingering on his neck. "You get off on watching me drive?"

He chuckled. "You have no idea." Then he leaned down slightly, voice brushing your ear. "That turn you took before stopping? I felt that shit in my chest."

"In your chest, huh?"

"Okay. And lower." he admitted shamelessly. His hands brushing your body, his tone dropping. "I'm gonna need to blow off some steam."

The garage was dim, the metallic scent of rubber thick on your nostrils. You were leaning against Skyline, while Brian was cleaning his hands with a cloth, and turned towards you.

"You looked good out there," he murmured, closing his hands around your waist. His fingers teased the little exposed part of your skin between your tank top and jeans. "Really good." Pressing his finger on it, then rubbing it higher up your top.

The blue light of his eyes darkened as he caught your eyes glacing at him. He melted a sigh out of his throat before your lips. " You know what watching you race does to me? "

Your breath hitched at the trapping heat that consumed you. The way your head nodded made him chuckle, and the movement vibrated against you.

Your lips crashed without hesitation, neither holding back. It wasn't gentle, it was rough and needy. The kiss deepened, tongues entangling the slippery drags across the other one. You yanked the front of his shirt, pulling him flush against yourself.

You pulled back just enough to speak. "You're all worked up, Brian."

" Baby, you're the one who lit you the fuse. " His voice was wrecked, hoarse, you absolutely loved it.

Immediately, he was lifting you on the hood of the Skyline, your thighs parting as he stepped between them. The metal against the back of your thighs sent a shiver through your spien, or perhaps it was the way your boyfriend was looking at you, like his mission was to ruin you right there, on top of his car.

"Hope your car doesn't mind getting a little messy."

Brian palmed his way up your body, his hands closing at your breast. "She'll get over it." You bit your lip, hips grinding into his just a little. He groaned, burying his face into your neck, kissing and biting your skin. Skyline's hood was warm under you, but Brian was burning hotter.

"Y/n..." he paused, flashing his teeth at the flustered blush on your cheeks. He was loving the affect he had on you. You did as well, but couldn't let him go soft on you now.

"Planning on stalling out, O'Connor?" the growl that emerged from him told you how far away he was from stopping. He kissed you hard, tongue licking into your mouth, invading mercilessly. You tugged his shirt off him, not breaking the contact, fingers dragging across the tight lines of his stomach.

Brian pulled your top over your head, tossing it somewhere onto the garage floor. The way his eyes darkened even more while seeing you half-naked, on his car, waiting for him, all red in the face, made your breath get restrained in your throat.

" You're gonna be the death of me. " he muttered, dragging his mouth down, feeling him on your middle scalene, coming down on your collarbone. He gave you a glance before his mouth closed on your nipple. An automatic moan clung to your lips, having his teeth grazing you to make you squirm, then soothening with licks, pulsing and teasing.

You arched into him, having him sense the rock of your hips, stirring the line perked at his jeans. He quickly yanked off your shorts, leaving you in your panties.

"Jeans off. Now." He didn't need to be told twice. Moments later, he was lining himself up, breath ragged. At your eagered soft whimpers he couldnt help but tease. "You want it huh, baby?"

"Brian if you don't fuck me right now, I am stealing your car and..." the head of his cock entered you briefly. "What are you going to do?" you whined at it, bitting your lip so hard from the anticipation. "You ain't gonna speak now?" he smirked greedily, pulling your bottom lip with his thumb. "Don't worry baby. You aren't gonna be able to do anything soon."

You couldn't answer. He filled you completely and the stretch had your head falling back, hanging off your neck. He dunked into you hard, his hips snapping with each thrust, mouth clasping on your neck and chest, tongue walking, seeping his saliva all over you.

The car rocked under you both and you could feel every vibration, every curse he mutttered.

" So tight, fuck, baby. "

"Fuck, Brian, ah, just like that-"

Brian kept himself deep into you, grinding his hips, sending your head even more back. "You feel me?" Of course you felt him, there was nothing else you could feel but him. You were numb to everything else. You nodded desperately, hips meeting with his.

"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you lose it." You were helpless under his touch, you cleanched around his cock with a singular, satisfied scream, body shaking as the orgasm ripped through you. Brian cursed, spilling into you, grunting your name as he rhythmically rode it out.

You two took some time to adjust to the outcome, sweaty and pressed to the hood of the Skyline.

Brian lifted up his head, giving you that devastatingly smug grin. " Happy how I rewarded you for your victory? " You uttered a quick yes.

"Are you happy how you blew off your steam?"

Slowly shaking his head, dipping it next your throat. " I don't know. Maybe we should sleep inside Skyline and see if it's all gone. "

You gasped. "Brian!"

"Wouldn't be the first time... " he moved away from you, opening the door of the car, waiting for you reaction.

You gave him a look which asked if he was serious. He didn't budge, staying with the same grin and stance. You had no reason to not go after it. You both liked being wild and risky, getting the rush from adrenaline, not just in races. It was especially fun when you were in it together.

"Garage sleepover?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. " Something like that. " You entered the car as he followed, not wasting time to place his hands all over you, not leaving one inch untouched.

[echoalyssa]

Counterparts | Brian O’Conner

The night air is warm, almost comforting. The city of Los Angeles seemed to have decided to go to sleep tonight. The city, normally bustling with life, was quiet, peaceful. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks up at the moon.

I’m standing in front of Mercy Park’s garage checking the oil level of my bike. My brother Logan is lingering by the bay doors, rearranging a stack of Husky jacks that really did not need to be rearranged. He was skeptical about me going riding with someone outside of our crew, but I had known Brian for years.

He drove with Dominic Toretto. Toretto’s crew were technically our rivals as we worked out of the same part of LA. Though Dom and Kaneko, the leader of the Mercy Park Crew, had come to an agreement to coexist.

We’d decided to leave the JDM’s at home tonight. It was perfect weather to take the bikes out and we’d both been neglecting the machines.

         The loud thrum of Brian’s bike alerts me that he is around the corner. I glance at Logan and narrow my eyes at him, begging him to go back inside and talk to Toby or Ximena. He was ridiculously worried about Brian considering his girlfriend’s dad was the cop who had almost brought us all in. 

Brian comes around the corner and pulls into the garage’s parking lot. He nudges the kickstand out with his right booted foot and then turns the key in the ignition to shut the machine off. He tugs his helmet off, revealing his blonde curls and striking blue eyes. The smile that he aims at me is intoxicating.

He dismounts his bike and crosses the distance towards me. I open my arms for him immediately. His arms go around my waist, and I loop mine around his neck. He smells like oil mixed with an earthy undertone. Brian holds me for a good minute before he steps back and flashes me with that grin again. 

“It’s been too long.” He glances over your shoulder and raises his hand in a wave, “Hey Logan!”

I hear the garage door close and know that my brother has finally left us alone.

“You look good.” I murmur back to him. And he does, he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. He has his steel toes on and a thin gold chair dangles around his neck. He’s showered recently, his hair bearing the signs of water. Though somehow there is a dirt smudge just under his jaw, as if he just can’t quite seem to stay away from the grime of working on cars.

Brian pokes the tip of my nose with his index finger and then glances at the garage behind me. He tilts his head in the direction of the street. Even though both crews were on good terms did not mean that we should be hanging out together in broad view.

I pull my hair into a loose braid before sliding my helmet on. Brian starts his bike again, throwing a leg over. He maneuvers it backwards so that he can pull back out onto the road. It’s currently wrapped in white with the signature Toretto decals on the gas tank.

My own bike, a Kawasaki Ninja is blacked out. I went for stealth. The machine roars to life underneath me. Brian nods in my direction and together we rev the engines before taking off down the road.

I let Brian lead; I didn’t mind where we went as long as I would get an adrenaline rush. He takes us through a few side streets before we hit the ramp to the highway. He turns his head, checking to make sure that I am still behind him.

The second he confirms that I am still following behind him like his little shadow, he tucks and takes off down the empty highway. My heart soars as I accelerate after him. The red needle on my speedometer quickly craws into the triple digits.

We’re absolutely soaring, breaking felony speeds, but neither of us have plates. The wind whips his t-shirt around, making the fabric crawl upward so it bunches around his chest and exposes the hard planes of muscle. 

There aren’t many people out on the highway, but we weave through the ones that are. We’re perfectly in sync, reading each other’s movements without needing to communicate. I give the throttle a little more and go surging past him, but only for a moment. He overtakes me. It continues like this for miles, each of us going for the lead. The city is a blur around us.

I outstretch a hand to the wind, feeling the way it pushes my arm back in because of the speed. Anyone who saw us together must have been in awe, we give off an almost ethereal aura. Yin and Yang. Light and dark. One and the same.

We were brothers. But bound by more than blood. We were twins as well. Counterparts. Gangster princes of the city we met.

No amount of words could describe the perfection of the moment between the two of us. A picture would do no justice.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins, one mistake and we would be dead, but there was no fear. Only the urge to go faster, to push the limits. That was the thing about Brian, he understood. That if speed was to lead to our demise, we would go out smiling.

Almost too soon, Brian drops a hand to his side, signaling that he is going to take the next exit ramp. He leans into the turn and checks once more, that I’m behind him. We maneuver down a few side roads and then come to a stop atop a hill. The stars are bright tonight, almost defying nature. 

Brian dismounts his bike first, and then he’s in front of me. I haven’t even finished setting up my kickstand before his hands are pulling my helmet off and his lips are brushing against mine. I sigh into him, trusting that I can tip toe the bike and kiss him back. It’s like a weight has been lifted off of my chest

He pulls away but rests his forehead against mine, his fingers brush the strands of hair that had escaped my braid back behind my ears. “I missed you.”

The only response I can find is to pull him back towards me. There wasn’t much time to spare for either of us, both crews were constantly traveling for boosts, but the time that we did have together… we savored it. Loyalties to the crews aside, the two of us would always come back to one another.

[vicioussimp79]

ii. paul walker

❥ - fluff ꔛ‬ - smut ღ - imagine ♠ - sad

90s masterlist / masterlist

[gulnarsultan]

paul walker x reader actress, scenario where in the fast and furious movie she is his romantic partner and in interviews everyone says how much the two would be a beautiful couple and the two can only exchange glances.

After shooting a few scenes of the movie, it was time to rest. While the reader wanted to go to her trailer, the journalists had already blocked her. The reader guessed what the journalists would ask and say. Paul and the reader acted as partners. From the moment they started these roles, everyone was saying that they should be a couple. Fans were editing for them.

Journalist : Hello Ms. Y/N.

Reader: Hello.

Meanwhile,

Paul appears.

Paul : I see you are starting to barrage Ms. Y/N with questions.

Journalist: Everyone is betting on how good a couple the two of you will be. What do you think about it.

The Reader and Paul adore each other and share a knowing look.

[audreyownsdiamonds]

REVVING THE HEART AT A HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR

ʚ𖦹ɞ pairing: brian o’connor x female!reader

ʚ𖦹ɞ summary: brian loves car sex. so much. doesn't matter where, why, how, car sex is car sex.

ʚ𖦹ɞ word count: 0.9k (923 words)

ʚ𖦹ɞ warnings: unprotected sex, car sex, public sex, dirty talk, cursing, stilettos on during lovemaking, fingering, angeling and slight position shift, orgasm

ʚ𖦹ɞ author’s note: guys, i'm so sorry for being late, i was sick, coughing got to me and my nose was full to the brim. it was horrible, but now i feel much better.

• episode 6 of kinktober • showing car sex

The parking lot was completely empty, no people or vehicles in sight. Expect for the pink car that shook on the only occupied spot.

Brian's large hands gripped your hips possessively, pulling your body even tighter against his own as he pins you gently but firmly against the car seat. Leaning down, he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling deeply as he starts trailing kisses along your throat and jawline.

"Fuck, you smell amazing…" he murmurs, voice gravelly with desire at the sugary flavour sipping into his nostrils. His hands land on your bare skin, leaving a trail of tingling goosebumps as they palm your breasts, tugging impatiently.

"You've got me so fucking worked up, gorgeous…" he breathes hotly against your ear. Both your skirt and panties slid off the seat as Brian thrusted into your needy sex. Your legs were hoisted up, onto his broad shoulders, your stilettos somehow still on your feet.

"Damn, you're dripping wet, sweetheart. So fucking hot…" He says, adjusting his cock into you again, it's throbbing length already mixed with pre-cum and your wetness. The swollen head pecks your entrance and with one powerful thrust of his hips, Brian sheaths himself fully inside your tight heat, burying his thick length deep within you.

"Ahh, fuck yes! Your tight little pussy feels incredible," he grunts, starting to move faster, furiously, warming up both of your bodies until you had the temperature of a sport car in a police chase.

Holding your hips securely, Brian begins to piston in and out, setting a deep and relentless pace. The car rocks with each vigorous thrust of his, the sounds of your coupling filling the interior.

You were holding onto the seat that was behind you, your moans were echoing out of the car, declaring how much you were enjoying yourself. But you still wanted more. Wished to have more. Your excitement was through the roof. Getting fucked inside a car, while in an empty parking lot during night time, where literally anyone could come to, had you purring at every touch and feel of Brian. "Ahh, angle me, please, Brian."

Brian immediately obeys the breathless plea, shifting your position slightly. He slides one forearm behind your back to support you, while gripping you more firmly with the other hand.

"There, like this? Ohh, baby this is gonna let me get even deeper inside your pussy," he murmurs, voice heavy with arousal. He hammers into you at an even closer range, angling you upward, Brian changes the trajectory of his increasingly intense thrusts. Each powerful drive forward now brushes against that sensitive bundle of nerves deep within you, having you gasping and clenching tightly around his cock.

"Squeeze my cock just like that, fuckk..." Brian growls approvingly, eyes flaring as he watches your face contort in ecstasy. Your legs push themselves together on his shoulders, almost trapping his neck. He smiles devilishly, massasing your heated thighs. He took your right leg off his shoulder, pushing it towards your chest until it rested against your breast, the heel of your glittering stiletto pointing towards the car roof. His fingertips danced along your silky thigh, creating heavy sensation as he kissed and licked further.

Reaching the delicate curve of your knee, Brian laves his tongue across the sensitive flesh before continuing his sensual descent. He pauses briefly to admire how your stiletto heel glimmers and sparkles at every turn and move he makes while looking at it, even highlighting the exquisite curve of your ankle.

The sight only serves to inflame Brian's hunger and desperation to bring you to the pinnacle of pleasure. Gripping you more firmly, he begins to drive into you with wild abandon, each savage thrust striking against that hidden sweet spot that makes you keen with bliss. He holds your right leg slightly to the side but close tp where he can see the heel, as the glitters stike rainbow colors from all the jerking pumps he takes in you

"Fuck! Gonna fill this hot cunt to the brim…"

"Yess, fill me up. Please, please, Brian. Don't stop." Inspired by your desperate pleas, he doubles his efforts, stroking her clit while continuing to pound into her soaked, clutching heat. He feels you start to flutter and clench around him with increasing urgency, squirming and biting your lips until it hurts.

One hand remains focused on her swollen nub as the other roams hold your leg, pulling it even more to the side, leaving even more space to siege. Brian rest himself on your cheek, breathing into your ear as last thrusts hurry into you.

"Come on my cock, baby. " He speaks to you softly, like he needs to have your glistering cum explode on him, otherwise none of this felt real. The feverish tickle of his voice quickens up the process, the liquid sliding all over his sizes. He immediately drives into her harder, needing all of you to coat all of him. The lewd slap of skin against skin echoing through the car. Panting harshly, he cums into you, dropping your leg and putting his hand on your waist. Something of a crack breaks through his throat, he wets his lips as both you feel yout climax.

Brian looks down, seeing as the seat slowly gets messier and messier due to your sweet fuck.

"Damn, guess we gonna need to clean that up, huh?" You smile, nodding, still feeling piping-hot, inhaling deeply, finally having your breathing under control. He noticed, pecking your forehead.

"It can wait, til tommorow."

tags: @lovingaphroditesworld @dreamzaremyrealityy @hisdumbbunny

[audreyownsdiamonds]

SKIRT-FLIPPED CHEERLEADER

ʚ𖦹ɞ pairing: lance harbor x cheerleader!reader

ʚ𖦹ɞ summary: you were not loud over the other football fans while lance was playing. he won't have it, so he will make sure you learn how to cheer properly.

ʚ𖦹ɞ wordcount: 0.9k (923 words)

ʚ𖦹ɞ warnings: established relationship, high school relationship, dirty talk, spanking, implied sexual intercourse

ʚ𖦹ɞ author's note: alright, new character unlock. underappreciated paul walker character from the movie, varisty blues. just go watch the movie, he is extra blonde in it.

• episode 3 of kinktober 2025 • showing spanking

Friday night lights always made Lance shine brighter. He had the stadium in the palm of his hand, every pass clean, every touchdown celebrated like a raising roar of the crowd. And you, his girl, his cheerleader, were supposed to be loudest in the stands.

Except you weren’t. At least not to his expectations.

From the field, between plays, his helmet tipped just enough for his eyes to find you. Your smile was there, your pom-poms moved, but your voice didn’t carry above the roar of the crowd. He smirked anyway, knowing he will resolve that with you later.

As Coyotes celebrated their win, you proudly jumped over to him, all giddy and excited, not aware of any wrong doing.

You barely made it out of the locker room hallway before his hand caught yours, tugging you away from the noise of the celebrating team. His hair was damp with sweat, jersey clinging to his broad chest, and he looked entirely too pleased with himself.

“Good game, Harbor,” you teased, though you knew from the look in his eyes something else was on his mind.

“Mhm.” He crowded you against the cool cinderblock wall, hands sliding around your waist, both thumbs entering at the edge of your top and just playing it cool there. “But you didn’t cheer loud enough.”

Your lips parted, scandalized. “Excuse me?” He seemed to be joking, right? Your voice was already raspy from all the screaming you had done. Of course you were with the other cheerleaders and not directly lashing your vocal cords at them at a close distance, but still. No one that was today at the match could say you were very obviously doing your part.

“You heard me.” His voice dropped in teasing, dangerous in that golden-boy charm. “My girl, standing out there, looking so damn pretty,” he licked his lips temptingly, almost breath at your neck, but he made sure to keep eye contact. “…but quiet as a mouse. You think I didn’t notice?”

“I—”

“Don’t lie,” he cut you off smoothly, already tugging at the hem of your skirt. “That’s a problem, baby. And you know how I handle problems.” You felt so hot in between his accusations, on which you were still contemplating if he was serious or just playing with you, but either way, you knew where this is leading you.

Heat rushed through you before his hand even moved. “Lance, someone could come down here—”

“Then you better be quick to make it up to me.” His grin widened as you got shocked when he lifted you up, carrying you like a doll to the bench on which he sat. He quickly switched you from sitting on his lap, bending you over his knee.

Lance flipped your skirt up, revealing just how little you’d worn underneath. “God, you’re asking for it, aren’t you?”

The first spank landed sharp, ringing in the quiet hallway. You jolted, gasping, palms pressing flat against the wall for balance.

The second came firmer, the sting blooming into heat that pooled low in your belly. He hummed in satisfaction behind you.

“Wearing that little string instead of panties,” Lance murmured, his free hand holding your skirt up, his other palm stroking over the skin he’d just smacked then rubbing into your cheeks with his fingers before delivering another. “You hear that sound, baby? That’s you learning.”

You whimpered, biting your lip, sparks flying over you.

“Don’t hold it in. I want the whole damn locker room to hear how loud you can be for me.”

The next swat made you cry out, the sound echoing down the empty hallway. He chuckled, pleased with you and himself.

“Yeah. That’s your cheer voice.”

Each smack was a punishment and a reward, the sting melting into an ache that made you moving back and forth on him without even realizing it. His hand steadied you, grip warm and possessive on your back.

“Count ‘em for me,” Lance ordered softly, tone leaving no room for argument. “Cheer them.”

“One,” you breathed, voice trembling.

The next spank made you gasp. “Two—”

“Good girl,” he drawled, punctuating it with another. “You’re gonna get to ten. Maybe more if I don’t like your attitude.”

You were gasping at the numbers, cheering them out. By the time you reached eight, your voice was shaking, skirt wrinkled, thighs clenching. He finally stopped, soothing the sting with his palm, rubbing slow circles over your warm skin.

“You’re perfect like this,” he whispered, kissing your lower back. “And next time? You’ll cheer so loud everyone present will hear you.”

You slid off his lap, sitting down on the floor, throat dry, mouth open for air, looking at him. He took a hold of your face, so sweetly, so gently, leaning down to peck your lips. He licked over your lips, returning you on his lap without stopping the kiss. You were now turned to him, feeling how he possessively cupped your ass.

“Let’s now hear how go you clap.” He smacked it one more time. “On me.”

[echoalyssa]

Blinks | Brian O'Conner

image generated by midjourney ai

It was known throughout the entire crew that losing a car would hurt just as much as losing a person. We all knew that we had formed bonds with our cars in ways that no one would understand until they experienced it themselves. The second you sat in the driver’s seat; the car became an extension of yourself. The two of you were one, biological and material parts meshed together.

I’m on my knees, my hands are resting on top of my thighs, palms upward. The tears that seep from my eyes burn. Someone is crying so, so loud. There are hands on my shoulder’s keeping me from falling forward. I can’t even keep myself upright… 

How had this happened? One second, I had been speeding down the mountain pass, and the next I was scrambling away from the burning wreckage.

The entire engine bay is in flames, thick plumes of smoke spiral up into the sky. His horn blares loudly. Both blinkers still flash at me and the last remaining headlight peers at me. I can smell my car burning, chunks of flames fall to the ground around it. He was so strong, holding on as long as he could. My car has reached its end though and the horn stutters before it cuts out completely. The remaining headlight goes dark, as if someone had just blown out a candle. Almost immediately, his blinkers go dark. The last blinks… his final goodbye as he went willingly to wherever the souls of cars go.

It's utterly silent now, except for the crackling of the flames and my sobs. The trees spiral high into the sky on all sides, almost sealing us from the world. A private death. He had sacrificed himself to save my life.

I can feel my boyfriend behind me, his fingers rubbing at the back of my neck soothingly. Brian had lost his eclipse earlier in the year, so he understood everything that was running through me. I had been building this car for just under two years. I had dumped thousands of dollars into it, replacing every part of a sixteen-year-old car that I could. And beyond everything, I had walked through life every day with this car by my side. My first car.

Every time I had needed a release, something to keep me sane, I would drive. There is no better partnership than a driver and their car. No one would ever know the car the way the driver would. But what is a driver without their car? Nothing.

~~~

Brian

She sobs, she’s desperate, just trying to get to her car. I tighten my grip on her, whispering to her. All she wants is to throw herself into the flames. She pulls and strains against my hold and part of me worries that she might bruise under my fingers. I can see the life slowly leaving her car. There would be no coming back from a fire of that magnitude. 

“Please Brian. Please!”

It’s quite possibly one of the saddest things that I have ever seen. Her car holds on as long as possible, crying for help but proud that it had fulfilled its promise of keeping her safe. There was barely a scratch on her. She’s sobbing so hard that I’m worried she’ll forget to breathe. 

Hopefully, the rest of the crew would arrive with extinguishers soon. Maybe then she would be able to save something from the car. We could build another car, but it couldn’t just be any car. When choosing a car there was a feeling, that if it was right, it would just feel right. 

I had taught her how to drive manual in this car all those years ago, we had had out first kiss standing on top of it. All of that, ripped away in a single second. Gone.

“Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay…” She whispers, so quiet and broken by her hiccupping breaths that I can barely hear it. 

When the crew finally arrives, she is just sitting on the pavement staring numbly at the still burning frame of her first car. Her eyes are dry, having already spent all the tears, but there is a haunted look to them. As if, a part of her burned right along with her car.

Thick foam from the extinguishers coats the engine bay and the front fenders. The flames do not give up easily, fighting to stay alight. She watches the whole process in the same spot that she had been in for over an hour now.

When the flames are finally gone and all that is left is the ash, she stands up. She picks her way over to the corpse and then lowers herself to the ground in front of the frame. Her forehead falls forward, landing on the car’s bumper. She presses her palm flat against it.

It’s a hauntingly beautiful picture. A last goodbye.

I let her take as much time as she needs but it is getting cold. I shrug off my jacket and approach her slowly. I drape it over her shoulders and lean down to press a kiss to her temple. I use the back of my hand to brush the tears from her face and then brush the stray strands of her hair away from her eyes.

“If you knew it was your last drive, would you have still gone?”

“Yes.” She whispers, without hesitation.

[echoalyssa]

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