#passenger princess santino

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Hi there!!! What do you think about John and Santino going for a drive together? I know John wants to show Santino his favorite Mustang. Maybe he takes him to the racetrack, or maybe just joyriding out in the countryside. How do you think Santino reacts? Is he having fun, or is he grabbing onto the sides of his seat because of how fast they're going? Or a little of both?

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AYY HI HI HI!!

WOOAH this is a beautiful HOT prompt!!!

They both have a thing for cars THAT'S FOR SURE

I'll probably write a longer fic based on this in the future because DAMNN this sounds SOOO GOOD

Okay, I also don't know much about cars, but I did a little bit of research on the Mustang, so hopefully, it's correct enough! Trust the process AHAH!

Thank you SOOO MUCH for this delicious ask! I immediately got inspired when I saw the ask, and I had to write another short fic! 💙🖤💙🖤

This gave me summer vibes for some reason... how about a hot steamy car ride? Hehehe 🤭 and enjoy everyone's favorite passenger princess Santino 👑

It gets slightly suggestive ;)

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The New Mustang "Baby"

It was a hot summer day, the air felt heavy, especially since it rained the other day. The only thing Santino wanted to do was lay around, have the air conditioning on and try not to die of heat. Dog laying next to him, either leaned against him or on his back. Poor thing was trying to cool himself off, too.

Santino was starting to doze off on the bed when John suddenly came in.

“Hey, love. Oh, are you sleeping?” He stopped halfway, just noticing that he had his eyes closed. Santino made a tired muffled groan as he stretched a little. “Not anymore,” he mumbled.

“Ah, sorry. I just want to show you something,” John said and crouched down to pat Dog who came to greet him.

“What?” Santino asked, sitting up and just then noticing some sweat on John's forehead and neck.

“Where were you anyway? And why are you so sweaty?” Sure, it was really hot outside so maybe it could be because of that. But, John was up to something for a few days already, making some calls with Aurelio and doing some paperwork.

“I'll gladly show you,” John smiled at him. Santino sighed and got up from the bed, following his fiance outside.

“You've been acting weird these days, and you decide to do this on the hottest day? Please, whatever it is, let it have fucking air conditioning,” Santino complained on the way outside.

John chuckled, he actually likes when Santino is like this. It makes him look even cuter.

John proudly showed off his new black Mustang he had bought. “This. 1967 Ford Mustang,” he tapped on the windshield. Santino was impressed, it's a beautiful car, there's no doubt. He's also very fond of cars, and became a fan of Mustang's himself because of John.

“Don't you already have one?” Santino asked, walking around the car. It looked similar to the old one, maybe with a slight change.

“Nope. First one is from 69, this one is older, 67,” John explained, admiring his new beauty. “It's really pretty. How did you even get it?” Santino was actually getting curious, it's not every day that you see that type of car.

“You know I always find anything for you,” John smirked, kissing him on the lips, pulling him closer by his waist. “Oh? Really?” Santino teased, wanting another kiss, but John started talking. “Everything that's mine is yours,” John smiled, ruffling Santino's hair a little.

“Now this baby can go pretty fast. Do you think you can handle her?”

Well, Santino was more caught off guard with words John used to describe the car.

“Baby? Her?” Santino asked, crossing his arms, actually looking confused. He was a bit offended. “I don't like it anymore,” he sighed dramatically, a little protest he does when John pisses him off. Or he just acts like this because John then does anything he asks for.

“Aww, c'mon. She's not my only baby. When we try her out, you're going to love her,” John said softly, taking Santino's hand in his hand and placing a kiss over his knuckles.

Fuck. Whenever John gets romantic like this, he can't help himself, immediately blushing. And it was getting even hotter outside, meaning it can affect Santino's mood to make him even more irritated.

“Fine. I'll give her a chance. Just please tell me she has air conditioning,” Santino said, getting in the passenger seat. His eyes immediately caught the way John gripped the wheel. Okay, now he's looking forward to this ride.

Maybe Santino was expecting a relaxing car ride, but John had something else in his mind. At least for some time.

He wanted to show him how this baby goes fast. He did that with his precious 1969 Mustang, so he has to do the same with this one.

And it always kinda pushed Santino against his seat.

“Cazzo, John. Not this again,” Santino tensed up, actually trying to adjust himself on the seat. John chuckled, speeding up a bit more.

There is a road near by where usually no one drives on. In the countryside, John can really show off his new car and the full speed. Santino held onto the seat, cursing under his breath. It takes him few minutes to get adjusted to this speed. Meanwhile John is having the time of his life.

“Relax. It's not the first time I'm taking you on that ride,” John glanced over at him, patting his thigh. Santino huffed in annoyance, “You're having way too much fun with this. I thought you'd take me on a nice ride,” he glared at John. “I don't wanna die before we're married,”

They're literally getting married in a month. It's not gonna happen if John continues to make these sudden sharp turns with that speed.

“Nothing bad's gonna happen, love. Trust me,” John was having an adrenaline rush, but he knows Santino is safe with him. And Santino does trust him.

One part of him liked this. It's fun, it's full of adrenaline and it makes them both energetic. And adrenaline like this has another affect on Santino. Especially seeing John like that.

After few sharp turns and speeding up more, hearing the engine purr, Santino relaxed enough to look outside the window. It felt nice, this new car “baby” is definitely something.

“There you go, see? You relaxed, good job, baby,” John praised him. It's always fun to see Santino’s mood change quickly. That's why he loves this man so much.

“Are you talking to the car or me?” Santino smirked at him, and felt how John finally slowed down a little. “You. You're so funny like this,” John said softly, “That's why I want to marry you,” he squeezed Santino's knee.

“You're driving,” Santino smirked a little. Whenever John touches him, no matter what situation, it makes him feel things. “Not for long,” John replied, now driving in a normal speed.

Santino enjoys driving with John. Yes, he prefers the calm rides, but he let's John have fun and experience adrenaline. He loves how John gets happy about it and how proudly he feels when his cars go fast. Showing it off to his fiance.

Eventually, John stopped near a little forest, under the shadows of the trees. “So, what do you think of her?” John asked and looked at his fiance. “She's fast, and I like how she sounds. I could get used to her,” Santino said, wiping off sweat on his forhead.

“I'm glad, baby,” John leaned over to kiss him. “Do you wanna drive her back home?” he asked. Before that, Santino had some other plans.

What is John expecting after he's sweaty and how it's glistening on his muscles and neck. It was making Santino thirsty.

“Yes… however,” he paused, his hand slipping down near John's crotch over the fabric. “It's fucking hot here, isn't it?” John could tell where this was going.

He's engaged to Santino D'Antonio. Nothing surprises him anymore. He accepted him like this and Santino really opened his eyes for anything suggestive.

“It is. I even put the air conditioning on, but it's still not enough,” John let him touch him like this, leaning again to kiss him. “Mm… then move your seat back,” Santino breathed against his lips after the kiss.

And John did that he was told, Santino quickly climbed on his lap and attacked him with kisses. All that adrenaline really got Santino going.

When will they return back home? Like this… It could take them few hours. The Mustang is new, hopefully it could take them riled up like this.

[kavalyera]

General head canons about (any) John Wick characters?

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buckle up buddy this is really long this is like several months of me stealing hcs from my friends collecting hcs over the months

Vincent calls his cat Lacey “mon coeur” like she’s actually his daughter (which she is)

^ He also calls Chidi “mon coeur”

^^ It creates silly moments with Lacey and Chidi

Helen and John had a road trip across the US once and were literally drained for a month

Iosef had an emo phase

^ Kirill and Viggo had to live through that. It was the funniest shit they’ve ever seen

While not directly related, Helen is related to Winston. Up to you how

Happy pride month to Helen and John who are pan x bi

Vincent is pretentious and thinks modern books suck

^ He reads L’Oiseux Bleu by Madame D’Aulnoy every night because none of his parents ever read him a bedtime story and he wants some semblance of normalcy

Santino thinks making threats is the funniest shit ever

^ He did this to Gianna once and she beat his ass

^^ He still does it just not to Gianna

Katya needs glasses she just refuses to wear them💀💀

Perkins and Addy are ex girlfriends from high school

Kirill could fuck up several grapes if he was given them

^ Actually add oranges to that

Gianna and Cassian know each other so well they can communicate and just gestures and they’ll know what the other means

Ares is Russian-Italian, my brother assumed she was both so now I’m taking that head canon from him

Akira knows three languages; Japanese, English, and Cantonese <- but she’s still learning that last one

Mia learned how to play multiple instruments but none really echoed with her before she picked up the violin

^ Her violin has a name and it’s named Berry

Seeing Ares’ notes app is like seeing hell’s gates open and unleashing it’s fiery misery upon your eyes

Kirill and Ares are friends

^ They met when Ares was a hitwoman living in New York before Santino hired her

Gianna is the silent type when she gets angry, like she’ll start ignoring people when she’s totally pissed off

Avi and Kirill are sort of friends (well, work buddies. they share one common enemy: the entire Tarasov family)

Adjudicator had no problem with their parents

^ They’re just autistic

^^ They’re the second most normal person in the entire High Table’s office

Speaking of HT Office, these are the people included! ↴

Gianna, Santino, Adjudicator, WUXIA DJ, Harbinger, and Vincent

^ No, it is not a safe office

Iosef’s love language is bullying ❤️

DJ and Vincent used to date for a while and they liked to photograph each other

^ Each other’s muse (DJ with songs, Vincent with poetry)

Sofia actually has more dogs and cats that roam near the premises of the Casablanca Continental

^ Mostly stray cats

Cassian and Ares, when interacting each other, actually have a better relationship than Gianna and Santino

Helen watches millennial white woman shows

^ John watches them with her

Kirill and Avi had to drive Iosef to school

^ Neither of them wanted to

^^ Unfortunately it was mostly Kirill

Chidi is a passenger princess survivor when, in the rare case, Vincent drives

Gianna’s love language is gift giving but in the sense Cassian doesn’t even realize Gianna has given him one until later

^ She slips on a watch while he’s busy and he didn’t even realize it

Surprisingly, Iosef has done absolutely no drugs in his life

^ Unless you count weed, but that wouldn’t be drugs more like substances??

Santino owns an estate in Croatia (for @bluelolblue 💗)

Adjudicator is from Oregon idk they just give that vibe to me tbh

^ Vincent HATES every other part of the USA (#frenchman) but because he’s genuinely friends with Jude, he wouldn’t mind going to see Oregon

Iosef thinks Kirill is so cool and looks up to him

^ But if you ask him, he’ll call Kirill a little bitch

Gianna’s haircare is like really long and she started this since she was 12 so Santino had to wait an hour for her to finish

Adjudicator and Vincent are YSL Connoisseurs

^ Gianna, Adjudicator, Vincent, and DJ all have Louboutins

^^ So does Helen based on that one picture of Bridget Moynahan that I saw on tumblr

Iosef didn’t know how to tie shoelaces and Kirill did them for him

^ Mainly because Viggo told him to do it

Vincent struggles with some english words and will start getting pissed off if someone points it out (his ego is too big)

Sofia’s daughter’s name is Inara, meaning “shining light”

Gianna and Santino went to the same private school and they were both loners

^ However both of them had a small group of friends they regularly hung out with

Iosef thinks scaring Kirill is the funniest shit ever an it has never once worked

^ Kirill has gotten used to getting jumped he was literally in 80’s crime infested New York

Helen was learning Russian with John

^ She was around B1 level Russian as John helped her

Vincent reverts back to Catholicism just to inconvenience people

Ares wears those types of socks with a silly pattern just because she can

Viggo and Abram grew apart as time went on

Caine and Mia go out for dad-daughter bonding activities almost every weekend

^ Usually bowling or walking around a park

Grigoriy “Grisha” Izmailov is now a character in John Wick ( source here )

^ I don’t know his fandom just believe me on this trust🙏

Katya gets sick easily

Kirill almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once

^ Avi started getting fucking scared when he saw the effects

Katya was there at John’s wedding and she couldn’t stop crying because Helen was so nice to her

^ “can you live in Germany instead☹️”

Adjudicator had nothing to do as a kid so they ended up just making loads of bracelets for fun

^ They still do and it’s the most fun they have in the office

Yk what fuck it aspec time

Katya is an ace-lesbian

Mia is bi-ace

Tracker is aro-pan

Jude is aroace

^ Okay done

Adjudicator and Harbinger and related don’t ask how

Gianna’s favorite book is Il fu Mattia Pascal by Luigi Pirandello

The HT office starts clutching their pearls ties when they see someone with a shit outfit

^ Except for Harbinger, who isn’t dramatic

^^ And Adjudicator but they’d be upset

Gianna took cello lessons as a kid and Santino bullied her for her big ass instrument

^ His dad made him play cello afterwards

Koji and Akira cook together

^ It ends up with Koji not letting Akira touch anything and only lets her turn on the stove and stir things

If Chidi mentions something he likes, Vincent will start buying it for him

Ares is selectively mute

Vincent has more female friends than male ones because he’s a queer

Gianna and Santino are good at singing

Ares is genderfluid and uses any pronouns

Helen had a daisy tattoo in her inner forearm and then got a rose one layered over it when she married John

^ John also has a rose tattoo (they’re matching)

Caine is ridiculously fast at running

^ Mia inherited that

If Iosef has nothing to do, he goes to Kirill and forces video game knowledge onto him

HT Office has a shared playlist and it’s the worse combination of songs known to man

^ Santino deliberately encouraged employees to add bad songs

^ DJ has the best songs on that playlist btw

Chidi and Vincent have something in common which is fucking hating reptiles

^ They see one and start backing the fuck up

John Wick is autistic

Helen knows how to play guitar

Tell me to make a part 2 because I have so much more but I think Chad Stahelski is knocking at my door as we speak

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Back to black

Summary: Santino had to die. John had to kill him, there was no way around. But just as he was about to pull the trigger, on Continental grounds, he heard the singing voice of someone, who he had thought to be dead.

Pairing: John Wick / OFC

Words: 2153

A/N: This is set right before John kills Santino (Spoiler? Ah no. If you haven’t seen it yet, that’s on you lol)

John didn't care. He didn't care what would happen. Santino had to die. Even if he had to do it on Continental Grounds. He saw the gaze Charon gave him, as he told him where he could find him. Slowly making his way to the bar, all he could think off, was ending the life of Santino D'Antonio.

John saw him as he made his way down the stairs. Sitting at a table, eating dinner like it was a normal night. Like he didn't just so managed not to get killed. Passing by Winston, his gun securely in his hands he came to stand in front of the italian man he hated so much.

“Duck fat.” Santino said, as he looked up at John. A bored expression on his bloodied face.

“Makes all the difference.” He leant back in his chair, mocking John.

“Jonathan...” Winston tried to get John's attention.

“Have you seen the menu here? Lot of options.” Santino pursed his lips, looking smugly up at John.

“Jonathan, listen to me...” Winston tried to interrupt.

“A man can stay here a long time and never eat the same meal twice.“ Santino continued.

John couldn't believe the words that came out of that fuckers mouth. The man who made him kill his own sister, just for a seat at the high table. The only sister he had, that was still alive.

„Jonathan, just walk away.“ John felt Winston coming closer to him. The light dimed down and John could hear the tunes of a piano being played.

“Ah yes. Finally. I've been waiting for her performance.” John heard Santino say, before he heard the first notes of a woman singing. He narrowed his eyes at Santino, who mockingly smirked at him, before his face turned into the direction of the stage.

Something was off. John never hesitated if he had a goal. But that voice...

“Johnathan, give me the gun.” He heard Winston say behind him.

“You don't want to end it here. You will need all our services, if you want to make it out of here alive.” Winston argued lowly. Breathing out John handed his gun to Winston, before he turned his attention to the stage.

A woman in a light white dress was singing. Her black long hair on her left shoulder. John scanned her body up, until his eyes met hers.

“Maybe I should let you kill my other sister too.” Santino said, but John didn't react to his tease. He still had to process who he saw on that stage.

Isabella D'Antonio. The woman he had fallen for deeply almost a decade ago. The woman who disappeared from one to the other day, leaving him behind. The last thing he heard was that the private plane she had been on crashed and that she had died.

Unable to move even a muscle he listened to her singing. He had loved to listen to her back then. They had even lived together for a while. He could always hear her singing in the apartment they both called home in that time. He could see the surprise on her face, as she recognized him. John clenched his jaw.

When the song ended she thanked everyone and made her way down the stage. She walked past John, watching him in the corner of her eyes, as she bend down to kiss her brother on his cheek. John could smell the familiar perfume, as she passed him.

“What happened to you?” She asked. There was no trace of her italian accent in her voice.

“He tried to kill me.” Santino gestured to John.

Crossing her arms in front of her, Isabella raised her eyebrow. John had to suppress the urge to smile at the woman standing in front of him. He looked at Santino, who had continued to eat his dinner.

Isabella looked at John. The only man she ever loved. He was older. Certainly. The same handsome face, now with traces of blood all over it. There was so much anger in his eyes. But she could also see the confusion, as he looked at her.

“What did my brother do?” She asked.

“Maybe I haven't done...”

“Shut up Santino. The Boogeyman doesn't just decide to kill you because he feels like it.”

John could see Santino's expression darken with every word she said. Did she know, what he had done? That he had killed her sister?

“I had to fulfill the marker.” John said.

“He wanted me to kill Gianna.” Her expression grew hard as she heard John's words. She knew that he had killed his sister. And she was sure he had his reasons. But that the reason was, that her own brother wanted her dead?

“Is this true?” She asked Santino. He sighed before he got up, putting both of his hands on his sisters shoulders.

“You know there was no other way to get her seat at the...” The rest of this sentence never made it out of his mouth, as Isabella forcefully slapped him across his face. Santino rubbed over his cheek, as he angrily looked down in the tearful green eyes of his little sister.

“He should have killed you.” She said, before she turned on her heel, walking out of the bar.

Freshly showered John made his way up to the roof of the hotel. It was 4 am but he couldn't sleep. He should have killed him. But hearing her... He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that she was alive. What he had felt for her was back in the second his eyes found hers. Shaking his head he leant with his elbows on the edge of the roof, closing his eyes. He was pretty sure they would be married by now, if she hadn't disappeared. Nobody in her family knew about them back then. And he was pretty sure it stayed that way.

“I should have known, that you would be up here.” He heard her voice behind him. He looked over his shoulder, to see her slowly walking towards him. A big scarf around her shoulders, to keep her warm.

“Can't sleep?” He asked her. She mimicked him and leant on the edge of the roof next to him, without touching him. She shook her head.

“I'm to angry.”

He tiredly chuckled.

“Get in line.”

They both became silent after that. Watching the citylights.

“I'm sorry about Gianna. I had no choice.” John said.

“I know. It's not your fault.” She almost whispered.

“Santino had been after her seat for as long as I can remember. If you hadn't come back from your retirement, he would have found another way.”

John nodded.

“I want him to suffer for what he did.” She said.

“I was about to kill him, when I was interrupted by the fact that you were still alive, as you stepped on that stage.” He said. More harshly than he had intended to. She sighed.

“I'm sorry I didn't contact you.”

“What happened to you?” He asked and turned around to look at her. She sighed.

“I did crash with the plane. But it was no accident. Apparently someone had tried to kill me, so my father who was still alive at that time decided it would be safer for me to live with him in out family mansion in Italy. I wanted to call you. Or write you. But I never had even a minute to myself. And... I just couldn't tell them about us. They wouldn't have understand.”

“I know. I'm no Italian mob boss. I'm not right for the princess.” He chuckled, remembering the conversation they had too many times.

She turned to look at him. He looked almost at peace with the little smile on his face, as he looked at her. Her hand hesitantly reached out, her fingertips touching his cheek. He leant into her hand and breathed in deep.

She tilted her head to the side, as she looked at him. A smile on her face.

“I missed you, John.” She said warmly.

“I missed you too, Bella.”

They talked for the next hours. John telling her everything about Helen. Isabella talking about her lonely years in Italy. The sun was rising, when they decided to get in.

“You know...” She said, before they reached the door to get back into the hotel.

“If Santino would be found dead, I would be the last remaining child of my father.”

John looked at her with narrowed eyes.

“I would get the seat at the table.” She continued. “And I could get rid of the contract on your life.”

She came to stop in front of John, her back leaning on the door to the hotel. John looked down at her, feeling the heat of her body against his.

“You could.” He said.

“I could give the seat to my cousin who had wanted it for as long as I can remember, and I could get out of this fucking underworld.”

“You want your brother dead?” John asked.

“You have no idea what I have been through the last years. And with him killing Gianna... There is nothing accept rage I feel when I think about him.” John could see in her eyes that she wanted her brother dead.

“We can't do it in here.” He whispered after a while. He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“I want him to suffer.” She almost growled. John closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Her hands grabbing the hair on his neck, as his wandered down her waist.

“I know how to make him suffer.” John breathed against her, as they parted.

Santino smiled at his little sister. He knew she would forgive him. She knew how these things work.

“I just need to get to the drug store, before we go to the airport.”

“Anything you want.” Santino smiled, pulling out his phone as the car stopped. The driver got out of the car to open the door for Isabella. Santino was distracted by his phone, as John took the seat in front, where his driver was supposed to be. Isabella got into the passengers seat.

Santino looked up, when he felt the car move, without his sister being beside him. He looked up, to look into John Wick's eyes in the rear view mirror. Santino closed his eyes, as he sank back into the seat.

“You think you can kill me like that, John?” He asked, his eyes still closed.

“You are already dead Santino.” His eyes snapped open, as he heard Isabella's voice, instead of John's.

“Isabella?” He asked confused. He tried to sit up, but felt dizzy.

“You know there are different kinds of poisons.” Isabella began to talk.

“John here knows about almost all of them.” She looked up at John, who was focused on the road in front of him.

“Like BTX.” She finally turned around to face her brother. Sweat was on his forehead, his eyes full of pure panic.

“Who knew that such a minimal dose of this poison, could kill you.”

Santino's hand flew to his chest. His heart was racing.

“Why?”

“Because dearest brother... Someone who did the things that you did to your family doesn't deserve to live.”

John stood beside Isabella, holding her hand, as the coffin was slowly set into the ground. A neutral expression on his face. It had now been 2 weeks since Santino's death. Isabella was now member at the high table. Well, she would be till tomorrow. Then her cousin, Frederico would get her seat. He looked at the woman beside him. She was wearing a black dress, her eyes behind the biggest sunglasses she could have found.

She had been the perfect actress as they got to the hospital, crying out for help for her brother who had become unconscious.

John had been long gone, when the first people of Santino's security arrived at the hospital. She had knocked on his door late in the night of that day. Seeking his comfort. She had called off the contract on John's life as soon as she was able too. They had made plans to leave this world behind. Together. Starting over somewhere, far away from all of the violence and death. They would leave in 3 days.

“You're okay?” He heard her ask. He brought their hands up, kissing the back of her hand.

“Better than I've ever been.” He leant down to whisper to her, kissing her cheek.

[artificialqueens]

Crashes and Crushes (Pearlet) - Opal

A/N: hi you lovely people of AQ! Guess who hasn’t slept at all on a Tuesday night, but wrote fanfic instead? 👏this bitch👏

This is a little one shot, where Jason crashes their car and Matt comes to the rescue. This is my first time writing Pearlet, and it’s no masterpiece, but i hope you enjoy it anyway. Here we go!

Jason stepped carefully on the accelerator pedal, and the car sped up. Both of Jason’s hands were wrapped stiffly around the wheel, and their heart was beating violently. It was their first time driving by them self, without a guardian, and they were nervous as heck.

Jason pulled out of the driveway, as they had been taught, being careful not to hit anything. As soon as the car was facing toward the road and the sight was clear, they sped up and turned down the empty residential road. Them and their mother lived in calm and quiet neighborhood, and the only drama there ever was, was when the suburban moms in yoga pants and flip flops would bitch to each other about daycare, and the dads would argue over the hedge whose lawnmower was better.

As Jason had expected, there wasn’t a live soul on the streets. Not even when they got to the main road. Where were everyone? Considering it was a Sunday afternoon, it did kind of make sense.

The fresh, black asphalt was glimmering in the sun, almost as if it was wet, and the white stripes going by were mesmerizing to Jason. Their eyes were fixated on the stripes as they recognized the familiar tune of a text ticking in on their phone. Jason turned their head and leaned over toward the passenger seat, on where their phone was placed.

From Katya: Girl, when are you gonna get here, it’s cold!!

The text from their best friend read. They were going to the movies together, and Jason was already late from driving so slowly. They grabbed the phone in one hand, and carefully started typing.

To Katya: You can go inside Kat, I’ll be there in 5

Jason grinned at their silly friend. She would always do that – wait outside for Jason anywhere they went together, because she thought it was awkward to wait inside by herself. Jason pressed the power off button on their phone, and the silver steel object slit out of their hand and landed, crammed in between the seat and the car door.

“Damnit,” Jason mumbled under their breath, and squeezed their hand into the narrow space, without any luck of fishing out the device. They slowed down the car a little and leaned to the side. As they felt the phone in between their fingers, the noise of the airbag popping sounded, and before Jason could lean back up, the car was parked with the front in the ditch.

“Fuck.” Jason cursed loudly, and threw back their head in frustration. They blew out a hot breath and, with little struggle, opened the door. The ground beneath their feet was muddy and wet, and Jason wrinkled their nose at the soggy feeling.  They sighed and thought hard about what to do. The car seemed to have minor damage, but Jason still didn’t want to call their mother. She would kill them. Did you call the police with these kind of things? Jason didn’t know much about cars, let alone anything about what to do when crashing them. They unlocked their phone and started typing in a message for Katya. Maybe she knew what to do. “I crashed the … car, I don’t know … what to … do.” Jason whisper-mumbled, as they typed, fingers unsteady, but before they could press the send button, a voice spoke up behind them.

“Hey.”

The sudden noise made Jason jump, and they gasped. With wide eyes they turned around to face the person who had spoken. The guy let out a short apologetic laugh.

“I’m sorry if I startled you.” He said, and Jason just giggled shortly as a reply. “It’s okay.” They said and put down the phone.

“Are you okay? I saw your little incident from my house” The guy said, gesturing toward Jason’s car in the ditch and then to a house close by, and Jason nodded.

“Yeah, I’m all good. My car isn’t though.” Jason said and laughed nervously. “I don’t know whether I should call someone, or like, walk to that gas station and ask for help or something?” Jason spluttered and threw their arm toward the gas station about a mile into the horizon.

“I’m not really an expert on cars, but I can take a look if you want?” The guy offered. “I’m Matt by the way.”

Jason shifted their weight from one foot to the other and smiled. “Jason. And I would like that very much, thank you.” They said and Matt started to walk to the front of the vehicle. Jason kept them self distanced, not wanting to be in the way. As Jason packed their coat closer to their body, a new message lit up their phone screen.

From Katya: Jason! Where the hell are you? The movie starts in like 10 minutes!

Jason swiftly deleted the text they had been crafting before Matt had approached them, and started typing a new one.

To Katya: I crashed my mom’s car into the ditch, I’m okay, and this really hot guy is helping me right now

Send.

From Katya: YOU WHAT!? WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME JASON?

From Katya: Oh, and how hot?? Like Santino Rice hot or Nyle DiMarco hot?

With long steps, Matt walked out of the ditch, and toward Jason, who was laughing about Katya’s text. Matt just grinned, not questioning Jason’s gigglefit. Jason put their phone away as they noticed Matt looking at them.

“The car is fine, nothing much, just a few scratches on the front, but that’s nothing your insurance won’t cover.” Matt announced, but Jason was still worried about how they were gonna get the car out of the ditch, and home in the garage. And as if Matt read Jason’s thoughts he said: “I know a guy, he can pick it up and throw it off at you address.” Jason nodded, hoping their mother wasn’t gonna be home to see. And even if she was, Jason knew they could come up with some shitty excuse. “Thank you so, so much Matt. I really appreciate it.” Jason said, and felt their phone, yet again, vibrate in their hand, this time it was an incoming call.

“It’s no problem, really. I don’t mind helping out cute guys.” Matt smirked, and Jason went red.

Jason flipped over their phone, the caller ID showing Katya’s face. “I should … probably take this …” They mumbled, and Matt nodded.

“Jason, the movie is starting right now. Are you gonna get here, or should I just go home?” Katya asked, irritation, but also amusement shining through in her voice.

“I’m sorry Kat, but I don’t know if I’m gonna make it. Unless you can come get me of course?” Jason said, babying up their voice at the end of the sentence. Jason glanced over to Matt, who was unconsciously scrolling on his phone, and was obviously listening to the two’s conversation.

“Unhhh … Sure, I’ll come get you, you’re my baby. Where are you at Barbara?” Katya asked, and Jason explained where about they were. Soon after, they said their goodbyes and hung up.

“So, my friend is coming to pick me up in a minute, and I was just wondering if maybe you would come with us to the movies? It’s on me, because you were so nice and helpful.” Jason spoke and tilted their head slightly. Matt hesitated, but Jason insisted.

“Okay. But you should probably lock your car first.” Matt spoke, and Jason went and did so.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, in complete silence, Jason spoke: “I think you’re cute too.” They smirked, and Matt laughed. “Why, thank you Jason.” The way Matt said Jason’s name sent chills down their spine. Was this what love at first sight felt like? If so, Jason loved it, even though it was cheesier than the cheesiest love story.

“Oh, there she is.” Jason said and took a step forward, off the grass. Katya slowed down her car and flashed a toothy smile at Jason. Jason opened the car door on the driver’s side, and leaned over toward Katya.

“Hey Kat, is it okay if Matt comes with? I told him I’d pay for him, for helping me with my car.”

“Um, sure.” Katya said with little hesitation, and Jason opened the car door for Matt.

“Thanks.” Matt said, and grinned to Katya, who was clearly very mesmerized by Matt’s looks.

“Hey, I’m Katya, nice to meet ya.” She said, dragging out her words, a habit she had picked up from her boyfriend, Justin. Matt just laughed nervously, as Jason sat down on the backseat next to his. “I’m sorry, she’s crazy.” Jason whispered to Matt, who agreed jokingly.

“Off we go!” Katya beamed when they were all buckled up in the car. She sped up, and they made it to the cinema just 10 minutes into the movie.

The three all sat down next to each other, Jason taking the middle seat. They leaned over to Matt, and once again thanked him.

“Thanks again, Matt, you’re a fucking prince on a white horse.” Jason giggled.

“Are you the princess then?” Matt asked, which made Jason burst out into a loud laughter, followed by multiple shushes from the people around them. “Yeah.”

“Alright then.” Matt whispered and placed a light kiss on Jason’s cheek. Jason was grateful for the dark theater, otherwise it would be obvious that their cheeks were bright red. Jason looked down and found Matt’s hand. “Wanna get coffee tomorrow?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, I’ll give you my number after the movie.”

Jason threw their head back in the seat, and held back a squeal. Who knew crashing your car could feel this good?