Calm, Cool, and Collected.

just saw your wish you would write post & responses lol ! love them all, you’re writing is amazing:)

i wish you would write about how obsessed dom is with brian’s hair lol, i loved seeing it in the MiT series and it doesn’t have to be from any specific universe just dom loving the blonde curls lmao

He truly is! I couldn't decide where to go here, like I was deeply tempted to write some never-happening scene of Brian shaving his head and Dom having to go through the five stages of grief, but I decided to be softer than that, lol

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One of their custom clients was taking fucking forever to make a goddamned decision so Dom was stuck hand-holding the bastard trying to get anything done. His grandmother's insurance was giving him a hassle about switching her to some other medication that her doctor hadn't asked for but was cheaper for them. Brian had a check with Dr. Chang coming up and that always got him worried in the lead up.

It had been a shit day for a lot of different reasons. So he worked out after dinner then took a shower. No slasher shit movie with the team tonight, he couldn't deal with another one of Letty's picks. He figured he would have the bedroom to himself after to unwind without having to worry that he was too pissy to be around Brian.

Every minute of every day, Dom was glad to see Brian in their bed.

Tonight was maybe not the best night for it.

Dom found Brian curled up on his side of their bed with one of the books Dom wasn't supposed to look at.

"Drive?" Brian asked.

So he had noticed Dom was in a bad mood.

That was usually good for getting out of his head but Dom really just wanted to lay here and do fucking nothing. He had one of his father's favorite songs playing in his head on repeat. It felt like Dad's way of saying 'you got this'

"Was going to lay down and listen to something," Dom admitted.

He watched Brian perk up a little, doing his memorizing thing. He studied them like they were science problems he was trying to work out sometimes. This wasn't something Dom usually did when a day had been shit so Brian had noticed right away.

"You want me to go?" Brian asked.

Dom shook his head. "Don't have to."

So Brian just sat there. Dom got his CD player going and the familiar music started playing. He laid down, no shirt with just a pair of sweats. He breathed.

Then Brian shifted around and laid his head on Dom's stomach. He still had his book, he had to be reading the thing sideways in this position. Once he was situated, he picked up Dom's hand and dropped it on his head.

See what he fuckin' meant? Brian memorized Dom's favorite things to do when he felt shitty and then offered them back in different combinations to try to wordlessly figure out what he needed.

Brian was offering up hair petting for stress relief.

Dom felt some of the tension bleed out of him. Fuck, he loved Brian so much. His fingers started carding through Brian's curls and the motion relaxed him. He had never given much of a shit about blondes before, he didn't have some fetish for guys with long hair, he never really gave much of a damn in any particular direction.

It was just Brian. Dom loved everything about him, these curls included.

He laid there and breathed. He listened to the music, let his eyes zone out on the way the gold of Brian's hair played with the light and he kept up the steady stroking that he was still so grateful to be allowed.

hiya ! love marked in faith and saw your prompts stuff !

i wish you’d write: brian & dom meeting at a race, and then at the finish line realizing that they’re soulmates. maybe in a universe where brian escapes earl earlier so the meeting isn’t as devastating lol😭 but then again it’s just my prompt go where the inspiration takes you ! even if it’s with the sadness!

Sorry for the delay here! I'm diving back into the prompts still in my inbox now that Christmas is winding down :)

I hope you like it!

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The ground felt like it had collapsed under his feet.

The race had been close. There was a new guy in the line-up and it had quickly become a race just between Dom and him. Dom won but it was the hardest he’d had to work for it since Hector stopped racing.

Cut to the finish line. “I almost had you,” said with a laugh. Golden curls and a huge smile. The crowd roaring for Dom as he shut the ‘almost had you’ thing down.

Then the kid moved his arm and Dom saw it. The world went slow and quiet. He looked up at the smiling face of his soulmate.

He had tilted his arm out to show his own Mark off.

The way his soulmate – fuck, Dom didn’t even know his name – had paled at just the sight of their Mark on his arm freaked him out.

The kid started walking then, straight out of the center of the crowd, away from his car, just away.

Dom followed.

“Wait,” he called.

His Mark didn’t wait. He ran and then slowed to a walk but he didn’t even turn around to make sure Dom was following. Dom’s heart was bursting with pure fucking joy here and his soulmate was freaking out. At least, that’s what Dom assumed it was. He knew people who had burst into tears when they realized they were standing in front of their soulmate so he figured that was what this was. Being overwhelmed was fair. Dom’s own heart was fucking racing to the point he felt like he couldn’t catch his breath.

They walked into a little side alley and then his Mark finally stopped.

“I’m Dominic,” Dom said. Dumb, yeah, but he didn’t know what else to say. He felt like I love you should come with a name so he needed to know it before he could say that. When someone gave their name, the other person was supposed to give it back.

His soulmate didn’t return his own name. Instead, he whirled around and grabbed Dom’s arm. His touch made Dom flinch without meaning to. His soulmate was touching him.

Their Mark got a big inspection.

The hands holding onto his arm were shaking.

“It’s okay,” Dom whispered.

Finally this golden boy looked up at him. His eyes were wide and… and afraid?

“What’s wrong?” Dom asked fast. “Why are you scared? You know I’m yours, right?”

“I…” he stopped and trailed off. “Are you sure?”

Dom looked down at his arm still in his Mark’s grasp and reached out to pull his hand in closer so their Marks lined up. The same. Size, color, the shape of it, every swirl. They matched.

“Pretty damned sure,” Dom said.

He looked up and found his soulmate staring at their Marks again.

“Breathe, baby,” Dom tried to keep his voice soft and careful. His soulmate was freaking out and he didn’t know if it was because he was just overwhelmed or this was something more. It felt like something more.

Saying ‘baby’ made his soulmate jump. He looked up at Dom again with his big blue eyes.

“What’s your name?” Dom asked gently.

More staring. His soulmate looked away from Dom’s eyes to their Marks again but this time he watched the sneaky way those blue eyes slid down his body taking it all in, the way they lingered on his biceps and his hands. It didn’t feel sexual at all.

He was sizing Dom up.

Why? Why was he so scared?

Dom didn’t ask again. He waited patiently. He’d wait forever if he had to. It felt important that he take this moment slow because his Mark was clearly about to crash for some reason. Until Dom got that reason out of him and fixed it, whatever it was, then he needed to be careful.

Right now, all he needed was a name. One step at a time.

Dom held still as he looked at their Marks. Then he seemed to realize he was still holding onto Dom’s arm because he let go abruptly.

He looked up at Dom again. He was fucking gorgeous, all blue eyes and blonde curls. Dom wanted to hold him, he wanted to kiss him, he wanted everything.

Come on, tell me your name…

“Dom, what the hell?”

Letty’s voice, the last one he wanted to hear right now, was shouting for him.

Neither one of them reacted.

Just you and me. Ignore everything else, baby. Dom didn’t say it but he hoped his soulmate could see it in his eyes.

He looked down one last time at Dom’s unmoving arm.

Then he looked back up.

"Brian."