ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I'VE READ

ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I'VE READ

Brian O’ Conner x StreetRacer!Reader

Summary: In which you and Brian find each other in a whirlwind of emotion, lust and mutual adoration. Oh, and of course, street races. Rivals on the streets, lovers in the sheets. What was first just a crush on the new guy turned into you full on catching feelings for the handsome blonde. It was the same for him. You were all over each other, sinfully so. But you two are ripped out of your little rose coloured paradise when you find out about him being a cop…your biggest enemy. All his begging and pleading can’t help him, you have to get away, his kind exists to put people like you behind bars! When you see him again six months later…can he finally change your mind and get his girl back?

Warnings: Mentions of sex, angsty, cussing, lovers to enemies to? (Find out yall)

“That’s it baby, come on! That’s my girl!“ Brian called out over the loud rumbling of your cars as you drifted into 2nd place next to him behind the finish line. Usually you would’ve been bummed over getting 2nd instead of 1st, but losing to the one person you couldn’t be mad at made it somewhat better at least. That, and the fact that you had finished in front of him in the last race in which you’d shared a track. So you were even for now.

His face painted with that addictive, perfect smile of his that only came out when he was truly doing what he loved, he jumped out of his infamous Skyline to make his way over to your car.

“Hi.” He grinned as he peaked his head in through your window. You couldn’t even mutter out a greeting in response before his soft, eager lips were on yours in an energetic, proud kiss. The crowd whooped and cheered for their two steamy winners. „You killed it tonight, baby.“ He beamed proudly, the way he looked at you as he licked his lips sending a rumbling thrill through you. Like your heart was an engine and just one glance from his familiar baby blues could rev rev rev it up. You knew exactly what that look of his meant and boy, you were eager to give him exactly what he wanted. Your pretty boy was practically undressing you with his eyes.

"Race you back to mine? Winner gets to call the shots tonight." He suggested with a wink and a widening grin, earning him an eye roll from you. "Ya little nasty. It's a bet, come on." You smirked in response and he was quick to slide back into his ride, revving in anticipation. The crowd went crazy when they realized Brian and you were getting ready for another race. Nobody knew where it was going, but just seeing these two street legends giving each other the stare down was a sight.

Just like how these two street legends ripping the clothes straight off of each other the second they jumped out of their cars and stumbled into Brian's place was a sight. Brian knew your body like the back of his hand at this point. Every night he was posted up on top of you, behind you, beneath you or in between your thighs, and every night you got weaker and weaker for the man. If he was a good driver...he was damn good in bed. And you...you were like a damn drug to him. A woman who matched his crazy on the road, and a woman who matched his heart off the road. Did you escape from one of his teenage wet dreams? Bonus, your hands weren't just good with a wrench...

God he was crazy about you, he realized as he held your still, warm body close to his the morning after. You'd nearly run him off the road last night, racing him like you hated him. Oh, but you fucked him like you loved him after. You were the most perfect woman to ever exist to him. And as he gently caressed a strand of hair out of your face, you stirred with a soft smile. "G'morning, baby." He said, his morning voice still gravelly and husky. You swore it sent a wave of heat through you. "Morning, Bri." You smiled in response, snuggling into his solid chest even further. He chuckled at how affectionate you were when you weren't racing like a maniac. Your little peaceful bubble was disturbed by the rumbling of his stomach and your following giggling. “You hungry?” You asked to which he nodded enthusiastically. “Starving.” He said and got on top of you, planting kiss after kiss on your laughter painted face. Your rival turned hookup buddy really knew how to make you fall for him.

"Hey listen beautiful, I was thinking me and you should go out tonight. Like a real date not just-" He started but was cut off by the ringing of his phone. Damn it, just when he was about to ask the question you'd been wanting to hear, he was interrupted. "Sorry baby, give me a second." He said and got up, walking into the bathroom with his phone in hand. You sighed and shuffled off his bed, deciding it'd probably be a good idea to get dressed. Over the muffled sounds of Brian talking to someone behind the closed door, you were pulling on last night's outfit.

Well...you had a certain reputation for your fashion when it came to racing. One of your best friends and influences was Suki after all. It was 10am on a Sunday and as you checked yourself out in the mirror, you realized you weren't about to walk the walk of shame in a leather mini skirt, platform thigh highs and a lace up top that could easily be mistaken for a bra. If only you had a large shirt to somewhat cover yourself, you were sure Brian left his laying around last night. But as you shuffled around his room searching for it, you found something that made your heart drop...

"No fucking way." You said to yourself as your eyes widened at what lied in your palm now. Your thumb brushed over the cool metal of a police badge, your ears ringing with sudden fear and betrayal as the bathroom door swung open. "Sorry baby, where were we-" Brian froze as he took in your form before him, crouched on the ground with his badge in hand. Your eyes locked and he swore he saw hurt flash in yours...deep betrayal even. "Baby, where'd you find that?" He asked carefully, but you were quick on your feet and advancing towards him.

"Nah, where'd you find it, Brian? You’re a damn cop?!" You snapped, waving the badge in front of his face. You'd half hoped he would tell you he stole it or killed a cop and kept the badge as a reward or something, but his stunned silence spoke volumes. "Oh, for fucks sake." You whispered, disappointment washing over you. "Baby, please...I was going to tell you." He tried to reason but you shut him down by slamming the badge onto his dresser and quickly moving to gather your things. "Oh, yeah? After you arrested me, right? I can't fucking believe this, you slept with me! Over and over, made me think that…For what, your little undercover mission?!"

"What?! Y/n, no! Fuck no!" He shot out, panic on his disgustingly beautiful features as he tried to grab your arm gently. "What, so you're telling me you're a cop by day and an illegal street racer by night, and not undercover?" You quipped sarcastically, and his eyes darted to the ground. "Fuck this. You should ask for a raise, do you always sleep with the people you tryna take down?" You were angry, had no control over your words but you didn't mind. He fucked you over. "Baby, please don't. You know...you know I didn't just sleep with you. It was so much more than that, I care about you! You're not my suspect, everything I've ever done with you was real, please...just hear me out."

"Not your suspect? You're a cop, Brian! You exist to put people like me behind fucking bars!" You scoffed, your face pure venom as you stared him down. "What the fuck did you expect to possibly come from this? A cop and a street racer?! Probably nothing, right? I was just a fun little venture for you, huh pretty boy? Well, fuck you! Stay the hell away from me or the whole block will know your little secret!" It was a clear threat. Normally, you would've ratted him out immediately. He was a fed after all, your kind's enemy number 1. But even though it hurt to admit...you cared about him. Fuck! You did, and knowing what your people did to cops around here...you couldn't rat him out. Even though you should.

"Baby, please! Wait! Y/n, give me a second, please!" He pleaded, but you shook his grip off of you, grabbed your keys and ran outside. "Don't come after me. I'll tell everyone you're a damn fed if you do." You bit out as he stood in front of your car, and when he finally moved, his face stricken with what looked like genuine pain, you sped off. "Fuck!" He yelled out, kicking a flowerpot that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time as the sound of your engine got more distant. You were a wreck. You fell for a damn fed. Insecurity and fear, shame even filled you. They were getting better and better, not once would you have suspected him. You needed out, you needed to get far, far away from this foolish mistake of yours.

Brian was an equal wreck. He was known to be quite emotional and passionate about the women in his life but with you...it was something else entirely. The look of agony on your beautiful face, caused by him all the worse, was enough to send him into a week-long slump. No racing, no partying. Just him, trying to sleep away what he'd done. He hadn’t known what would become of the two of you, you were right. He was a cop after all. All he had known was that he liked you. A lot. And that had been enough for him. But since you had left, the dreams of you started getting more frequent, his mind and body were calling out for you. And when he woke up for the third time in one night, guilty about the sinfully exciting dreams he was having about you, he had decided it was enough. You told him to stay away. How did you expect him to manage that?

In a split second, he was slipping his converse on (the ones you found so adorable) and rushed outside to hop into his car (the one you found so hot) (the one who's windows had often steamed up as you rode him with your little hitched up miniskirts after a successful race) dear god, he was going to go insane by the pure image of it in his head. He needed to see you. Now. He barely heard the cheers as he rolled into the race meet, eyes scanning for your familiar car. You were easy to spot usually. Insane ride, stereo loud enough to drive a man deaf and hordes of dudes around you, trying to get a closer look at you. When he saw none of that, he was quick to notice - you simply weren't there. "Fuck this." He muttered.

Not a single race. It had almost been 6 months and you hadn't shown up to a single race. Brian couldn't believe it, that such a brilliant driver would lose her spark. He felt terrible. He started to hate these races. The city. The women he tried to replace you with. He couldn't do it. He'd messed up at work, too, lost his job because of a choice he made to help a street racer, a friend of yours named Dom. He had to leave.

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Friday, 22pm., Miami. The crowd was in an uproar as the woman of the hour drifted into her spot at the car meet. Your car was easily recognizable by anyone who considered themselves part of the community. You had become a local celebrity over the past 6 months in the city you called your new home. Your rep was untouchable, everyone wanted a piece of you. You stepped out of your beloved ride, your legs on full display as you made your way to the center of the crowd in your iconic miniskirt. "Yo, Killdrift!" A few guys called out your nickname, and joined you as you hugged them, all smiley and familiar.

In a rumbling car not far to the side, a very caught off guard Brian sat. He hadn't seen you in 6 months, and as impossible as he thought it was, you had gotten even more beautiful. You were in Miami, what were the odds! The people knew your name. They worshipped the ground you drifted on. And that glow looked damn good on you. That mixed with the slight twinge of jealousy he felt at the sight of you being all touchy and familiar with the other drivers was enough for him to slam his foot on the gas and come to a halt next to you and your car. "Yo! White boy got a nasty ride!" Your good friend Jay called out and you turned around curiously when your heart stopped at the sight before you.

With the window rolled down, Brian sat in his Skyline and simply shot you that smile you had once fallen in love with. What in god’s name was he doing here, had he followed you? To arrest you? You felt your fight or flight being triggered. Amongst other things, like the urge to jump into his car and fuck him senseless like you had wanted to for months now, against your better judgement. The memories of you doing just that in the past shot shivers down your spine and all the anger and betrayal you had felt and tried to forget came crashing down on you at the sight of him.

“What the hell are you doing here, O’ Conner?” You said coldly, your friends looking curiously at the man you seemed to know. “It’s good to see you too, baby.” He beamed as if you two had left things off just fine the last time you saw each other. The audacity of this man. You stood there contemplating what to do. A part of you wanted to scream “Cop!” and rat him out where he stood. But the part of you that turned her back coldly and walked off won.

His smile dropped immediately and he was out of his car and on you in a split second. His soft but solid grip on your wrist sent unwanted goosebumps up your body. "Y/n, wait. Please. I didn't know you'd be here. But I'm happy to see you, baby." You merely slumped down onto the hood of your car, looking up at him. "I remember telling you to stay away from me, Brian. Don't make me have to do something we'll both regret." You said quietly so that noone but him would hear. He nodded as his eyes shifted to floor as if he was non verbally telling you to let it all out.

He nudged himself between your legs that still rested on the hood of your car. "I'm not a cop anymore, I swear on my life, baby. Ask Dom, he can back me." Dom? Did he work with Dom? "But even back then, as a cop...I was obsessed with you, baby. I know I was a piece of shit for lying to you...I was selfish, I wanted you, despite everything." You were now highly aware of how awfully close you two stood. His words sent a ray of warmth, even relief through the heart he’d left frozen. But you still felt as though he’d played you. Lied to you. Made you fall in love and then into a pit of betrayal and fear.

“I can’t trust you, Brian.” You whispered as his head was bowed down towards you, his face so close you could feel his nervous breath on your lips. “I know, baby. I understand. Just know, I'm gonna do whatever it fucking takes to get that trust back. Like it or not, 'Killdrift'." He smiled, having used your Miami given nickname. Usually, you would be cheesing, giggling at the sight of his bashful smile. You had loved it that fucking much. Right now though, you simply stared at the specimen in front of you, deep in thought as your heart was racing. "Yo, Killdrift! Stop flirting with Blondie over here and get in line, mama!" Your friend Jay called out, ripping you out of your trance and announcing the race would be starting soon.

Brian chuckled and you gently pushed him away to hop off your hood and slide in behind the wheel. Not once did his gaze slip off of your moving body. And you couldn't deny what he did to you. Only just seeing him awoke memories, feelings, almost a sort of muscle memory to climb on top of him and tangle your hair in his honey blonde locks while he ravaged you. He poked his head in through your window like he used to. "Good luck, beautiful." Kissing him now would be the easiest thing in the world, the most natural thing ever like you'd never left him in the first place. Your body was practically screaming out for it. You wanted to. But the rational part of you, the part who lied at home and had sobbed for days on end merely brought some distance between your lips and muttered a "thanks."

"Hope you come in second." He called out playfully as he walked off and you whipped your head toward him, to see that he was hopping into his Skyline at the start line as well. A shot of adrenaline overcame you, you'd be racing him again. For the first time in months, just like you'd used to. Your knuckles turned white by the sheer force that you were gripping the steering wheel with. Head empty, no thoughts. Just as the other two cars were falling into line and you were revving your engine much to the liking of the audience, the music stopped.

Then, a loud voice boomed. "Cops! Cops incoming!" In the blink of an eye the crowd went rampant, running for their goddamn lives as cars took off in every possible direction. You sat there, frozen and merely looked at the only man that could’ve brought this on all of you. Brian. Over the muffled sounds of someone calling your name, your glassy eyes met his. He’d lied, he’d been the inside man and ratted all of you out. You felt like you were back in his bedroom, holding his badge again, and the same feelings of hurt and betrayal pierced your heart once anew. Over the muffled sounds of someone calling out your name, your glassy eyes met his. To your surprise, the sheer panic on his face mirrored yours. You realized the voice that had been frantically calling out for you was his.

"Y/n, baby, please! We have to go, now!" He snapped you out of your panicked trance and you slammed your foot on the pedal, flooring it as cops started pouring in. With a skid, Brian was right behind you. Things were getting tight in an alley, cops were right on you as Brian overtook you and flashed his lights, beckoning you to follow him. And so you did, you had sped down straights and alleys for at least an hour when you'd finally lost the last of the sirens. Your brain had been on autopilot, a standby state induced by what must've been a panic attack. You weren't scared of cops. You were scared of Brian hurting you again. And the sheer thought of him having to do anything with what happened tonight had sent you into said whole panic attack.

Only now that you had calmed down enough and were coming to a halt in a driveway by a waterfront did you notice your surroundings. You killed your engine and shakily climbed out of your car, Brian was quick to join you. “Hey, are you okay? Baby, look at me.” He spoke softly as he approached your shaking figure. You merely looked at him, and at the sight of your pained, exhausted face, his heart clenched. "Oh shit, hey, hey come here. Come here, baby, I got you." He cooed and against all your better judgements you let out a sniffle and walked forwards to let yourself fall into his arms. They wrapped around you in a split second, as his hand came to rest on your head.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, babygirl. This wasn't me, I promise you that." He whispered into your hair, and the sheer warmth of his arms around you felt like enough reason to believe him. You pulled away to look at him and his piercing blue eyes took you in like you were the most delicate, stunning creature on the planet. You simply nodded at him. "It's okay, I believe you, Brian. I'm just...I feel...I don't know." He softly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "That's okay. You don't have to know right now. Come on, let's get you inside, huh?" You nodded and with a gentle hand on the small of your back, he guided you into his place.

You'd showered, slipped into some baggy clothing of his and then joined him on his porch swing. Just being this close to him after all this time made you feel nervous. Like a little schoolgirl with a crush she shouldn't be having. Brian smiled at you as you sat down, and softly placed a hand on your thigh as he took you in. "Almost forgot how good you look in my shirts." He said in his typical womanizer fashion, to which you rolled your eyes, failing to conceal the slight smile that crept up in your face. This felt familiar. This felt...good.

"Almost forgot how much I liked wearing them." You replied before you could think twice and you swore his hand on your thigh gripped down a bit harder. You were both looking at each other now, a strange silence filling the close space. A tension. One you could've cut with a knife, then and there. You felt your breathing get shallow, as your eyes darted down from his eyes to his lips, for only a quarter of a second. But he'd noticed. And once again, he was so close that you could feel his breath fan your lips.

You didn't budge when he came closer and closer. Even though you probably should've. And when your lips barely grazed, you felt everything you'd ever felt for him come crashing down on you at once. The passion, the admiration, the lust, the...love. And he must've felt it too, because he closed the final bit of distance between you two and caught your lips with his, melting into a puddle of man the second he did. You never admitted it, but you had missed him so goddamn much. The first and only man to ever evoke such feelings in you, and here you were sat on his porch swing, making out like teenagers again.

Life was okay again. "Fuck, I missed you. I missed this." He muttered in between kisses, before picking you up and carrying you into his bedroom. "Wanna pick up where we left off, baby?" He quipped with a smirk before dropping you onto his bed, promising the kind of night you had learned to adore and yearn for.

You two were back. Only this time - you would do it right.

Have you ever read a really good fic then looked up the author's other works and lo and behold a treasure trove of fics that are exactly your kind of shit? Because god that is what euphoria feels like. I love you random fic writers i unexpectedly find

Tommy Shelby- The Truth Always Comes Out

9 months ago YN YLN did something that she wasn’t proud of, she was drunk and she’d had an argument with her husband. So she ran to a man who she could always trust, a man who she’d secretly always loved even if he didn’t love her back, a man she had known her whole life. His name. Tommy Shelby. The night in question started off as him confronting her, but the more whisky that was drank the more bold the pair got landing YN in he best friends bed. She had cheated on her husband.

Weeks later YN had started to feel unwell, she went to the doctors who confirmed she was pregnant. Now YN knew that it could not be her husband’s because their sex life had been nonexistent, it was Tommy’s baby, she knew for sure.

YN had kept her pregnancy a secret for 9 months, it wasn’t to hard since her husband had been away for the remainder part of her pregnancy which is when she really popped.

12th September

The day was a gloomy one, rain had set in and YN had started off the day with a dull ache in her lower back. Ignoring it YN had carried on the day as normal. The dull ache through the day had progressively gotten worse to the point that in the early hours of the morning YN knew that she was in fact in labour. Crying out in pain she manages to get to her phone and call the closest person to her, Ada

“Come on come on” she brags hearing the rings then finally the sweet, tired voice of Ada comes through

“Hello?”

“Ada” YNs voice squeaks laced in pain

“YN is that you? what’s wrong why are you phoning me me at.. 4am?”

“Ada I need your help. Please I can… ahhhh” water trickles down her legs “Ada I’m having a baby, I need your help. Please” she cries into the phone

“Ok I’m coming” with that YN puts the phone down and waddles to her living room waiting for the Shelby sister to arrive. Each contraction hitter harder than the last.

In no time at all Ada bursts through YN’s front door to find her covered in sweat and tears

“Ada”

“It’s ok YN I’m here, ok we’re going to do this together ok?” YN only nods her head slightly unable to speak as another contraction hits “let’s take a look shall we?” Ada checks between YNs legs gasping “this babies coming now YN I can see its head. You need to push when you have another contraction ok?”

“Ada i can’t do this”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. Now come on YN”

Who know how long YN had been in labour for, at least 20 hours or more, but after 10 minutes of pushing YN held a newborn boy in her arms

“Why isn’t Richard here if you were so close to having a baby?” Ada asks tidying up “wait did you know you were pregnant?”

“Oh Ada” YNs eyes glass over with tears

“YN what is it what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what to do, he’s not Richard’s” YN cries finally telling someone about her awful actions

“What do you mean he’s not… did you sleep with someone else?” YN sadly nods her head “when? who?”

“We haven’t been doing well for a while, he had spoken about a divorce and in my family your disowned. We got in an argument one night and I… shit Ada I went to see Tommy”

“This is my brothers child!” Ada shouts causing the newborn babe to start crying “sorry” she says softly looking at the baby being rocked in YNs arms “why didn’t you tell someone? Have you hidden this pregnancy the whole time?” YN nods her head

“I couldn’t say anything because what would I haven been seen as? I cheated on my husband. I couldn’t pretend that the baby was his because we haven’t slept with each other for over a year. He still wants a divorce that’s why he’s in America away from me”

“Oh YN, come here” Ada’s placed her arm over her friends shoulders in an act to try and comfort her “first of all he left you, you might still be officially married but I think your relationship ended the night he wanted a divorce. Do you love him?”

“Richard? At one point yes but not for a long time”

“I wasn’t talking about Richard” Ada gives YN a small smile

“Tommy? Oh errm I… I’ve… I guess I…”

“I think I know the answer. You can’t hide his child from him YN, you’ve got to tell him”

“I’ve hidden my pregnancy from him, he’ll hate me”

“Trust me he won’t. Now let me have cuddles with my nephew and you get some sleep” Ada takes the baby in her arms before helping YN get comfortable in her bed “I’ll stay here as long as you need me to. I’ll come with you to see Tommy if you want”

“Thank you Ada, truly”

YES! YES! AND YES.

Imagine this man:

Thomas Shelby….

Falling in love with a woman who doesnt wear skirts and dresses, but wears these:

Fucking love suits on women, they look so good. Also, these pictures were found on Pinterest. These pictures belong to their rightful owners, not me.

That, or Thomas falling in love with a farmer girl who works hard on her family’s farm.

Interrogation

Captain John Price x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of smut

Summary: Being captured by Taskforce 141 thinking you have intel they will need, but you prove to be a handful when all your comments targeted towards the team are rather…sexual. So they call in the big man himself, Captain John Price to question you.

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THIS. MAAAAAAAAAAAAN.

I would watch the entire behind-the-scenes of the performance capture. Barry Sloane masterclass