- Request status: Closed (but you can still send some in!! I usually tend to do the ones that inspire me)
Characters I write for:
Wanda Maximoff
Tara Carpenter
Wednesday Addams
Cairo Sweet
Natasha Romanoff
More coming soon…
| Wanda Maximoff
Oneshots:
Language Barriers | Fluff
Summary: In which you can't help but try to figure out what Wanda's been calling you in sokovian
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Snowmen & Kisses | Fluff, winter special
Summary: Making a snowman with Wanda leads to her mouth on yours.
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Through Thick and Thin | Sick fic, fluff, clingy witch, requested
Summary: “any chance of a fic where Y/N comes home to find Wanda sat on the sofa surrounded by tissues, shes all sniffly and is sneezing like 24/7. Y/N realise she has a pretty bad cold and takes care of her? Lots of fluff?”
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Secrets Out | Established Relationship, fluff, a hint of spice, Requested
Summary: “Hi do fick like wanda (16/17 years) invites his girlfriend (reader) to komleksu avengers in the absence of the team but are caught (Avengers do not know that wanda has someone and ask for Clint in the role of slightly overprotective older brother / dad)”
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All Me | Tooth rotting fluff, sleepy cuddly gf Wanda supremacy, author fav fic
Summary: sharing a cute moment with wanda under the sheets
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Unspoken Truths | Unspoken Desires | Pregnancy fic, slight angst, fluff, friends to lovers, no powers au
Summary: You and Wanda have been friends for years, but never once has she showed up at your doorstep in this state. Pregnant, alone, and hurt. You take her in and you both dive into the difficulties of pregnancy, and hiding feelings.
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An Outlaws Christmas | Cowboy au, established relationship, fluff, holiday special, many kisses.
Summary: Wanda’s father has never liked you, but that won’t stop you from delivering a special gift this season.
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Devotion | Kinda dark Wanda? sorta established relationship, hurt/comfort, slight themes of possessiveness, she ties you to a chair.
Summary: You could never escape Wanda, much less the Scarlet Witch. Even bound to a chair, you couldn’t help but fall into her again. Your precious witch.
Summary: Crashing into the wrong window at night proves to be the best mistake you’ve ever made.
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It's okay to need help | Hurt/comfort, angst, arguments, established relationships, wife wanda.
Summary: Snapping at your wife was the last thing you wanted to do, but between the pressures of financial disputes you do. You both seek to make things right.
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5 times you slept in places you shouldn’t have + the 1 time Wanda dragged you with her | Fluff, too much fluff, slight feels angst, cuddling, buffoons in love, reader has sleeping issues and insecurities, hurt/comfort, author fav fic.
Summary: You’ve always had trouble sleeping, and Wanda’s always been there to see it.
| Tara Carpenter
Oneshots:
A Fools Love | Ghostface!Tara, murder, slight mentions of gore, fucked up but we love her still, fluff, hurt/comfort
Summary: You're a fool who falls in love with Tara Carpenter, a fool who's hopelessly devoted to her. No matter what.
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To Be Loved | Soft slow fluff, mentions of ghostface/attacks, injured arm, hurt/comfort, sweet love confessions, softness all around, established relationship, author fav fic
Summary: You’ve never known love, until Tara.
| Wednesday Addams
Oneshots:
Video Games | Fluff, established relationship, slightly ooc wednesday, mentions of death yk the usual.
Summary: Video games are a waste of time in Wednesdays opinion, being with you however is not.
| Cairo Sweet
Oneshots:
Picture to Burn | Angst, drinking, slight sexual content, friends to what the hell are we.
Summary: You should've known better than to fall for Cairo, your friend who seemed to have no interest in you, but it only takes one drink to mess things up and get you into her bed.
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Hi Tori, 😂 I saw your post on twitter and I just wanted to ask as a younger aspiring caitvi writer how do you do it? And by it, I mean turn the words into a story? I really look up to your works and how you’re able to do them. I’ve only ever written like oneshots, not typically longish series fics but I’m trying!
I have good plot ideas but that’s all they ever amount to 😔 and I never get it done because I’m too busy overplotting. Anything would help :) I love your works! Can’t wait to create my own alongside yall!!
Hi!! Thank you for the ask, and thank you so much for reading my fics, I’m so happy you enjoy them🥰 this is such a good question and I’m absolutely going to ramble in response, but first off all you gotta remember to take everything I say with a grain of salt because everyone is different and there’s no right or wrong way to write a story, especially when it comes to fanworks!
Just for some context about me—I started writing and publishing fanfiction when I was 13, but I’ve actually been writing long form fiction since I was probably about 11. I’ve always been an avid reader and I have a very vivid imagination, so creating my own stories came naturally to me, I guess. And for me personally, the ideas are the hardest part. There are a lot of people who express the same sentiment you’ve just described—you have lots of plot ideas but can’t turn it into a story. And actually as I’m typing this… I’m wondering if maybe we actually have the same struggle, only worded differently…
Maybe it’s not all that hard to come up with or find a new fic idea. There are prompts everywhere, tons of other media to inspire us, folks who don’t want to write who share their ideas and make suggestions. But it isn’t just an idea that makes a story, right?
In my experience, the idea we’re talking about is either the main conflict of the story, or some setting or character traits/circumstances that directly inform the conflict of the story. And of course, building out the arc of that conflict, from the inciting incident through the climax and all the way to the resolution, is a very necessary part of building a story. You need the main plot, the romance plot if it’s separate, and probably at least one B plot if you’re wanting to write a longer story.
For me, I like to do as little planning of the plot as possible while still having enough that I feel fairly confident the idea will stick. I’ll give some examples and then I’ll explain why I do it this way.
You’re The Risk (I’m Gonna Take It) - very little prior plotting was done lol. Basically I had: Cait is a stripper and Vi is a criminal. Vi needs to pull off a heist against Caitlyn’s parents. They team up to pull off the heist.
The City of Dreams - this is a case where I planned a lot more than usual. I determined exactly what had happened to Mayor Heimerdinger and planned the major points of the gig, as well as where in the gig storyline Caitvi’s big moments would happen.
The Queen’s Woman - Caitlyn is Vi’s concubine because she was sent in lieu of gold as tribute from Piltover. Caitlyn is going to struggle with her autonomy due to her trauma, she understands being useful is being safe. Vi is going to fall in love with her and nurture her through her healing. Probably some kind of war will break out with Piltover.
Is It Business Casual Now? - Vi is Caitlyn’s mentor at her internship, and Caitlyn is going to crush so hard on her and they’re probably gonna end up in a secret relationship that gets exposed or something - also oh how about if Jinx is Cait’s peer!
Critical Success - Vi is joining Powder’s D&D group because she “has no friends and needs a hobby.” Caitlyn is the DM. Vi is going to have to learn D&D from her, and since she doesn’t know much, she’s probably going to make a character based on what she knows, and she will unknowingly work through some of her own trauma with that character.
There’s a lot of unknown in those summaries, and of course I usually have a handful of scenes I’m looking ahead at writing. In TQW it was Caitlyn and Vi’s confrontation after Powder’s wedding feast—except I didn’t have the wedding even in my mind at all when I imagined that conversation. In IIBCN, I didn’t know for sure when CaitVi would get together, when they would tell people, who would out them.
So… why don’t I plan those things ahead of time? Because I love to read, and I write the stories I’d want to read, and I think for me, I like to write the same way I would read something brand new to me. With a vague idea of how it goes, how it’ll end, but with so much to discover along the way.
And here’s the thing. Most writers have seen and heard the memes about how writers love to do everything BUT write. Everyone dreads sitting down and looking at the blank page.
Not me. I love to write. There’s a reason everyone’s always making fun of me for saying every other chapter is my favorite lol! I have so much fun putting the words on the page. I see the action and hear the dialogue in my mind and it spills out onto the page and in that moment I am so thrilled! It’s the story unfolding as if I were reading it, except I’m writing it!
There’s a quote from Michelangelo that, very loosely summarized, is about how he didn’t carve marble into people, he freed the people from the marble. Like he could see that they were there, and he just chipped away the excess. That’s how it feels when I’m writing a story—pieces fall into place unexpectedly.
Realistically, I think this has come from practice, because I didn’t always think that way about my writing. There are definitely times that I think something just feels right, but if I think a bit harder, I can figure out why.
That is how I personally turn those ideas into a full story, by sitting down and writing almost by the seat of my pants.
Obviously, that’s not how it is for everyone. But I think it does lend itself to one piece of advice: when you’re writing your story, look for a way to do it that you love. If it’s fun for you to write all the big scenes and then figure out how to connect them, do that. If you’re like me and almost always have to write chronologically through the story, because it thrills you as if you’re your own reader, do that! Write it as flowery as you want or don’t, focus on dialogue or internal monologue or whatever makes your heart sing when you’re putting words on the page.
And honestly, just try. It doesn’t have to be perfect right away—there’s no such thing, anyway. And the beauty of fanfic is that it doesn’t have to be flawless grammatically or even story-wise for you to share it. The more you write, the more you’ll start to learn what makes sense and how the pieces fit together. You can know it in theory but experiencing it in practice is what really makes you know it.
So, my main tip here for turning your ideas into long fics is to write them in a way that brings YOU joy and to just go for it, but my additional tips are:
Reread, reread, reread! (I could do a whole post about the benefits of constantly rereading your own writing honestly)
Pace your stories by adding not “filler” scenes but secondary and tertiary plots and storylines, and do this by fleshing out your side characters and using their experiences to also impact and expand on your main characters and their personal growth etc.
Cliche as it is, always ask the who, what, when, where, why, and how about the things happening in your plot, and determine which of those need to see the page.
Okay I’m really done now lmao! Thank you again so much for the ask, I loved working through my thoughts on this tonight and I hope it’s any amount helpful or at least encouraging haha!
wow that was a lot… you should see my drafted rambles that didn’t make the cut of this post lmfao!💀 if you made it to the end of this behemoth, know that I adore you💜
I love it when my friend @toriwritesstories writes about writing/her process, because 1) she is so damn talented and 2) she is so generous with her time in sharing how she does it and what she’s learned. I always learn something!
I love this Ask because I’m also someone who aspires to write long fics, and I found myself nodding along while I read Tori’s answer, so clearly I’m on the right path 🤣 (I think from previous writing-related posts we’ve established that Tori and I share similar process elements, so not a surprise I was nodding along—she’s just a lot better at it and, perhaps crucially, has been doing it much longer than me.)
I think I’m probably further along in the “write the long fic” process than the person who submitted the Ask (is there a name for that? the Asker?), even though I’ve yet to finish one, so I’m going to add a few things that might be helpful for anyone just getting started on the journey to writing long fics.
Write. That much is obvious, right? But the act of writing stories repeatedly makes you get better at it. You learn things, you try out things you’ve seen in other works, etc. You build your writing muscles. When I started returned to writing fanfiction in 2020 for the first time since middle school, I mostly wrote ~1K one-shots. Now, my one-shots typically start at about 5K. My early multi-chapter stories were mostly 3-4 chapters of a few thousand words apiece. Now, they’re 6/8/10K. I still haven’t broken 40K, but I do have some 8-chapter works and multiple 30K fics under my belt. (I also have a few older 20-30K WIPs dangling out there because I either got stuck at some point or took a break to chase a shiny new idea and never made it back.) I think it takes most of us time and practice to build up to the kind of long fics we aspire to write.
(I’ve been writing fiction since the third grade and had a very active imagination as a child, as well as a voracious appetite as a reader, but high school was brutal and crushed my desire to write and my love of reading, and I don’t think I wrote any fiction again until 2020. So for all practical purposes, I’ve only been writing fiction/fanfic for 6 years.)
Like Tori, I don’t typically do a ton of detailed plotting before I start writing. I know the scene I want to write or the starting environment/inciting event, a general idea of the story arc, and some semblance of the ending. This lets me follow the story where my brain takes it, which is fun…but also kinda difficult for a longer fic. I have two long-suffering WIPs that I think are going to be long fics if I get them finished—the Hosie Hallmark Christmas Movie-style fic (Hosie Historic Preservation) and the Bishova Hunger Games AU—and I’ve done more plotting than usual for them.
For the Hallmark-style fic, I have a mini-timeline (a timeline of some sort is always a great thing to have for anything that happens over a period of time/where passage of time is relevant) and a series of 20 “major plot moments” over the A and B plots. The B plot is the romance, and the A plot is a two-pronged thing dealing with the fate of the Salvatore Bed & Breakfast, Josie trying to keep it afloat while Hope is sent to get her to sell. But having all of these moments set out more-or-less from the start has helped me know where I’m headed next at all times, even if the specific route I’m taking (writing) isn’t plotted.
For the Hunger Games AU, well, Suzanne Collins has done all the hard work 👏 of pacing the plot and whatnot, so it’s relatively easier in that respect (harder in others, because fitting a Bishova-centric MCU into the immense cast of characters required for the trilogy…🤯). I still have 6-8 major sections/guideposts identified to help me work my way through the process of the Games and immediate aftermath, even though the choice of specific events/scenes to depict will happen when I get to them. So far this is working well for me—if only I had more time to write and fewer other fic ideas chasing after me!
I think once someone’s written a few long fics, they may not need as much extra scaffolding (the more detailed plotting) because of the experience, but having that has definitely helped me make more progress on these two fics.
That said, I know some writers of long fics (looking at my friend @persevereforahappyending and the 200+ extant chapters of Such Is Our Fate) plan out the entire chapter list before they start and have notes on what happens each chapter. You can still change your mind and make adjustments as you write (and in fact it might be easier to do so because you know more-or-less where everything goes and what developments are needed when), but my mind is averse to writing like that; like Tori, I love to discover the story as I read/write it—and I still have a traumatic reaction to outlines from grade school!
I think I had one more major point when I started writing this, but I forgot to make a note of it (sigh! that’s another point, whenever anything comes to mind, write it down right then so you don’t forget/lose it!), and I’ve probably rambled on far too long, anyway. But I definitely cosign everything Tori says, and hopefully these few other thoughts from someone on the same journey will help someone out there, too.
I'm going to offer my two cents, since @uncleasad mentioned me and Such is Our Fate. Also, it seems I have a very different perspective because I'm the complete opposite. I need to plan things out. I don't need to know every little detail, and I do like the story/characters to guide me, but I need to know the important stuff. I can't write unless I know all the big moments whether that be plot points or character wise. I need to know those because I need to know where I'm going.
I tackle all my writing the same. So, whether it be fics or original ideas, my process is the same. I make a list of notes of vague ideas, entire scenes, dialogue, and then I start planning it out when I think I have enough there. But only then.
SIOF is my longest fic. Still ongoing and I find it hard to see another fic becoming anywhere near as long. I had it all planned out for the most part. I knew when things happened like characters getting together, character deaths, reveals, other subplots. I knew all those plot points. I didn't necessarily know when they would happen (hence why the fic got so long...). At the beginning I didn't fully have a layout, or it was only for a few chapters, I just knew the direction I was headed.
One of the things I've learned by writing SIOF and I've applied to my planning in other fics is making a chapter layout. I guess it's also sort of figuring out the timeline. I know certain events or moments. Therefore, I generally know whether they will take place in a single chapter or over the course of multiple. I'll make a little list of all the moments and the order in which they happen because I also tend to know whether something is going to happen before or after other things. So, I'll get all my known things listed in order in which they happen and then I fill in the gaps. Since I don't want things happening one after another, I know there needs to be chapters in between events. I'll fill those in and sometimes the event helps by needing certain things to happen after it and show the aftermath of whatever it was. And I slowly add chapters and add the things I know I need to build up to whatever moment I know.
While I had all my notes for SIOF. It wasn't until around chapter 50, I think? When I started making a chapter layout. That was the first kiss between Hope and Josie. I knew the moment, but I didn't necessarily know how they got there. But once I got there, I knew all the events that came after. I knew the reveal happens in chapter 100, so I knew to add in certain amount of chapters for things that happened before then, I knew to start building up to it. I knew what kind of chapters had to happen after the reveal. I knew I needed to build up to the golden arrow, I knew I needed to build up to the first big death of the fic. I knew these moments and knew other chapters that go with that small arc. And knowing that much helped fill in the gap between the other chapters.
My notes are all random. They're notes that take place all across the fic. Anywhere between big plot moments or small character moments. But starting small and creating a chapter layout helps me organize my notes/thoughts and figure out the order in which I want things to take place.
And as uncleasad said, even with a chapter layout you can still change your mind. My intended final chapter count of 250 has not changed. However, I have made changes, I've rearranged the order of some chapters. I've ended up cutting one chapter because of something that happened in a previous one and realize that chapter would be better focusing, usually, on a different POV or something. Seeing where I am and looking at what is still meant to happen, does help me stop and debate whether I should change something up and it tends to lead to something better. Each time I've changed things up a bit I've always thought it better for the story.
One of my bigger fics that is not at all written but fully planned out is my Polytrix Spider-Man AU. Lot of notes, and a fully planned out 125 chapters. Like I said, fully planned out. That's not changing. No chapters to be added. But the other day I was talking to uncleasad about the Spider-Man movies and those similar scenes in the Tobey and Andrew movies where the community comes together to help Spidey. Love those scenes, love those moments. We talked about it being important for Spidey's character. So, I don't have a scene necessarily planned out for something like that, but I would like to have that type of moment. No idea what it will be exactly (not yet at least). But I know whatever this moment it is, it has to happen after a specific point in the story. I just need to figure out the best chapter for it to fit. But I have the story planned out enough that I automatically knew this type of scene can't take place any other time.
Also, just a note, my chapter layouts aren't overly detailed. There are some chapters that are incredibly well planned because it's in my notes that way and I've been waiting for this moment. Others are super vague. Like, when I killed off the first character in SIOF, the chapters that followed where exploring different character POVs on their reaction. So, the chapter layout basically looked like "x character's POV aftermath of death" and that's it then what happened in the chapter wasn't known until I sat down to write it. Or I had a small arc with the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse. I knew 1 chapter for each horseman, but what was revealed and what happened with each horseman wasn't known until I was writing.
Can I just say @uncleasad, you say you have done the most planning for the Bishova THG AU. Which I know you've done a lot of planning for. However, and correct me if I'm wrong, I would say I have my Hosie THG AU more planned out. And the thing is, just to put things into perspective, despite how much I have planned out, it's not planned out enough. I still need to plan it out a lot more before I can ever begin to think about writing it. I spent over six hours making a list of the victors from past games and who the tributes are for the 74th & 75th games. I know all that. And it's still not nearly enough for me.
As uncleasad is probably more than aware, based on all our conversations. I need to plan out my fics because I will fixate on one thing, no matter how seemingly irrelevant it is because if I don't know it, I won't be able to write. I have a Hosie Game of Thrones AU idea. Very very early stages. Know bits and pieces but need to figure out a lot more so I can actually plot it out. But, had to spend a night making a list of houses and then figuring out which family fits which house best. Also, spent part of a night discussing and thinking about dragon names because I can't continue to plan the fic unless I know what each of the Mikaelson's dragons are named.
To summarize, I'm a planner. I need to be a planner. If I don't plan, I get stressed. I can't not plan out a story. Just the idea of it makes me anxious. I think the reason I'm such a planner is because I pretty much only write long stories. I'm not a one-shot person. Unless the one shot is part of a longer story exploring moments after the fic, or before, or in between chapters. It's just not the way my mind works. I always think in terms of big/long stories, and I need to plan out a long story, so I know where I'm going.
Freaking love this. Now I want to clarify my two cents because everyone’s got such great processes. I’d like to say where I’m at is in the rough beginnings. I’m really good at one shots, I write 10k-5K words of them. It’s just something that comes easy to me.
You’ve got a simple idea and then expand on it, and in a sense I guess that’s what writing is all about? I like to start off with an outline. Just get the idea down. For example one of my stories I’m currently writing down the main premise is:
Caitlyn gets tired of her life, leaves for the woods. And vi who happens to be a park ranger, finds her injured.
There’s a lot more depth to it, and reasoning as to why Caitlyn felt like she needed to leave her life. And I’m like just struggling to finally put it all together 😂 I think it’s the perfectionist gene in me!! Which I need to get rid of! I want to write these stories! Get at least 1 out there.
Currently I’ve got a whole draft filled with subsections: The main one just states the overall premise so I don’t lose it. The next is for chapter 1 writing, the second is for chapter 2 writing because sometimes I alternate. Another one is dedicated purely to plot.
In there you’d find what I have set in stone. More in depth detail to Caitlyn’s Traumas and reasonings aka why she left for the woods? How she got injured? The tiny details in between. And how her and vi eventually fall in love.
I like to put in a little bit of their dynamics too in there, figure out how they’d interact. Would they be kind towards one another, trusting? Would this take time? I also put details into the characters. Like vi, where she comes from how she came to be a park ranger, and what she enjoys.
Typically for all my stories I have a brief view of the ending. And so for this one I have the whole ending already written or just what I want to see and it’s subject to change in case yk? Once I review it afterwards but yes!
I’d like to say for all my stories I have almost the basics all planned out. Like the premise the ending I just need to fill it.
I think it’s just fear on my behalf but I’m trying to push it away. Things don’t have to be perfect! I just want them to be good. I’m really grateful for all yalls advice/support. I’m taking it extremely to heart, and figuring out a way that works for me. I’m trying to find my love for writing and carve it out again. Because it has been a while.
Thank you guys :) @toriwritesstories @persevereforahappyending @uncleasad
Thanks for the tag @honorarysimp! This might be hard lol
Favorite Cold Drink: A nice glass of air-chilled water at 3 AM (or tejuino)
Favorite Hot Drink: Peppermint tea, I think cause coffee draws a line and hot chocolate is too milky
Favorite Sweet: Cairo. (those sweet tart ropes, cherry flavored)
Favorite Actor: Hmmm thats a tough one, I feel im biased. And besides I don't watch too many movies anyways. I think I'll go with Nicholas Hoult for now because his performance in superman was super, man
Favorite Singer: María Zardoya rn
Favorite Movie: Superman (2025)
Favorite Song: Currently its a whole mess I'd have to say its between INVISIBLE by Duran Duran or (I just) died in your arms by cutting crew
Favorite Video Game: I have story wise and just fun ones. Story wise I'd have to say The last of us, the red dead series, but Red Dead 1 takes the cake for me and Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater, so excited for the remake. As for sillier ones that I just enjoy that would be Any Lego Batman game, Tomadachi Life, Splatoon, Police Simulator, and rocket league. There's probably more. But my all time favorite would be Breath of the Wild.
Favorite Season: Fall
Favorite Flower: Dont really have one, they make me sneeze to much but I'd say the silent princess ;)
Favorite Scent: I like the smell of fabuloso freshly mopped all over the floor, specifically the purple one.
I'll tag @idkdudethisisntpermanent for fun! No pressure!
Complicated is always definitely something. Hopefully you’re both doing alright in your separate worlds, im sorry it worked out like that between you two
Thanks anon, things don't work out sometimes. All we can do is move forward.
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hahah this spaghetti answers was juuusstt fine no matter how late into the night it was. I do that on many occasions and wake up to see myself having written total whack to my gf
i definitely think it makes the relationship more secure. Or i’d like to think writing can be a big part for people and in their lives and keeping that secret can be difficult. Im glad her reaction was really cute actually. Do you think she still reads your fiction?
I sure hope not. I was immature and made a lot of mistakes, I'd prefer if she'd just forget about this all together tbh. Maybe live a little for her own. Not dwell on someone she used to know. That's just me. Its complicated.
thank you for answering. I’d say experiencing the emotional side of relationships matter just the same as physical ones. Hand holding is scary anyways 😖
With my gf who is also a writer she takes inspiration from her life and i love the fact there’s littles bits of her life in every one of her characters it’s so nice to read always that its connected back to her
have you ever shared your fics with your partners? At first she was scared to do that which makes sense sometimes there can be a lot of judgement but i love everything about her and hopefully it’s made her comfortable to stay sharing with me
When I did have a girl, I shared it with her. Lol I think at first she was playing it off acting like she didn't know it was me and then I 'big revealed' and she acted 'suprised' but nah I'm sure she caught onto my BS quite quickly LOLL. I think sharing that stuff makes the relationship more secure and you feel less ashamed of yourself.
Since for me, I had told her beforehand I wrote fan fiction she wasn't soooo like in the dark but truly it feels wonderful to leave it all in the open!
This might be too straightforward to ask but i wanted to know whether you get inspiration from real life relationships with partners? Did or do they treat you as how wanda and y/n treat each other and so on.
I find it so difficult with fics sometimes cause i feel like they change my ideal standards for a relationship no matter how hard i try not to have them that way.
I’ve missed questions like these, and I’ve missed writing for yall 💔. But to answer it, I’m gonna be honest with you here and say my relationships have only been purely emotional and I have not much experience when it comes to the physical side of things.
For Y/n, it’s like I’m writing me. So that’d be how I’d treat my partner and for Wanda well she’s exactly my type, how I’d want my partner. I get inspiration from reading fics too tbh, if I like a certain dynamic but ultimately I just write what I’d like to read. It’s very much based on how I’d like a relationship 😂 self indulgent much lol.
For everyone it’s different though and yes reading fics can set high standards but like every fic there’s the ones with angst and the ones with real life problems. Remember you’re only reading a portion into their relationship. The good parts. But every good relationship has the bad parts. I just happen to record the good parts mainly 😂
slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there is only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one shot or multi chapter // kid fic or roadtrip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
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summary: In a town divided between two rival street racing crews, you’re caught between your cousin’s crew, the Sinners and Jenna, a mysterious girl from the Vipers who’s more than just a pretty face. Both of you need something from each other, but as the stakes rise, you’re left wondering: what makes your heart race more— the thrill of the competition or the girl who’s impossible to ignore?
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Why is it that some of the best feel goods in life can just as easily kill you if you indulge in it too much?
Alcohol, drugs, illegal driving... love?
Fortunately for you, you only indulge in only one of those.
There's just something so satisfying about watching your car pick up speed; watching the little arm on the speed gauge reach it's full potential. If cars are able to reach those speeds then they should, it's a fact of the matter. And when you're surrounded by cars all your life and the only reason you have a livelihood is because of those three thousand pounds of steel, you're bound to make some fun out of it.
You push down on the accelerator with more pressure, reaching speeds of almost 180 km/hour when you see the flashing blue and red lights in the rear view mirror.
The feds.
"Took them longer than usual." you thought out loud.
Now there could be two reasons they're after you. The obvious, speeding. But then there's also the fact that you stole the beauty you're driving from the town's richest neighbourhood, Summer Valley.
Of course stealing it is not enough for you, so you made some tweaks here and there in the garage so this ride could be even more illegal than it already is, and now you're selling it to an off the grid buyer.
Escaping the police wasn't something new, it's become routinely. You'd be more concerned if the cops weren't on your tail during a delivery.
You make a sharp turn right into a short alleyway marking the start of this high speed chase.
Being the exceptional mechanic that you are, your work on this car has given it a larger than usual turn radius which allowed the turn to be much smoother, giving you a good head start.
"Why are these fuckers in the middle of road!" You yelled panickily, upon seeing the herd of people in front of you.
You don't know when people decided to ditch the sidewalks and walk in the middle of the road, but clearly, you missed the memo. You were forced to sound the horn a few times, and luckily the pedestrians were responsive and didn't cause you to lose your lead on the cop, but it may have alerted them—if you were lucky enough to lose them in the first place.
Once you finally got out of the alleyway, your phone started ringing, stealing your focus from the dark road in front of you to glance down at your phone for a millisecond.
Anton. Your cousin.
Anton Y/l/n. Your older cousin of three years. He was an impulsive firecracker that has the tendency to rope you into his shenanigans, not deliberately of course. Despite his flaws he'd do anything for family. You like to joke around and call him Dom Toretto, and those jokes have only gotten worse after he buzzed his head after an unfortunate grease spillage accident that was entirely his and your fault.
That five letter name is the most anxiety inducing noun known to man in your books and everytime you answer the older guy's call, you feel as if your gambling your mental health. He could either be calling to tell you about a huge car gig that he scored for you both or that he owes a million dollar debt.
You legit never know.
You groan and answer the call, putting it on speaker and tossing the phone to the passenger seat.
"What now?" you yell over the sounds of acceleration and police sirens.
"Come to Chester and Dan's lane." He says straight to the point, not questioning the noises he hears on your end of the phone. "After your delivery of course." At this point he's used to his little cousin getting chased down by the cops too.
"What's happening at Chester and Dan?" You ask looking at the side view mirror, squinting at the piercing blue and red flashes.
"Sinners are doing a couple rounds before the big race tomorrow. Join us, it'll be fun."
You sigh at your cousin's billionth attempt to get you acquainted with the Sinners. He's been trying ever since he first started as a general member of the club to now, the leader of the street race club.
"We'll see, I'm kind of in the middle of something," you shout over the sound of the tires screeching from a sharp turn you just made.
"Ugh! I'm not gullible like the other fucks in your life. Don't 'we'll see' me thinking it'll keep me satisfied and off your back for a while."
"I'm busy."
"Just step on the gas you pussy, going past two hundred won't kill you."
With a roll of your eyes, you think that you've entertained Anton's wishes enough and hung up the phone with the determination to lose the cops and deliver the 1969 Ford Mustang you're driving in one piece.
Twenty minutes later, a handful full of sharp turns later and momentarily stopping to let a group of duckling cross the street, you were finally at your destination.
"Car looks good to me," the off the grid buyer who introduced himself as John said with an approving nod after surveying the vintage black vehicle for quite some time.
You let out a breath. You've made your fair share of deliveries over the years, and just like Anton's calls, you never know the type of customer you're gonna get.
Some customers complain about the price of parts, or a scratch on the car that doesn't exist or they go back on their word and attempt to haggle the price to something ridiculous.
"Nice work kid," John says handing you the promised amount you both settled on a couple weeks prior. You didn't have to count the stash of cash to know that all of it was there.
"Finally," you sigh, smiling at the wad of cash in your hands and running your thumb along the bills, walking towards the direction of home.
Suddenly a car pulls up. "Give me the cash or give me your life. Your choice." Before you can register the words, you're met with the barrel of a pistol pointed at you through an unrolled passenger side window.
You knew you weren't a fighter nor were you confrontational. Even though you grew up in the tougher parts of the town, your brain is what got you out of your predicaments. If you were a fighter you wouldn't be spending your life stealing, fixing and selling cars.
Laughter interrupted you from handing over the cash. Confused, you focus on the face holding the glock, and all previous thoughts disappeared and was now replaced with relief and anger.
"What the fuck Anton!" you angrily say, hopping into the passenger seat of the car next to your laughing cousin.
You knew better than to question the fact that your cousin had a gun. When you're the leader of a street race club, you need protection. Especially when all the other club owners own a gun, and fights always break out.
"You should've seen your face," he slips out in his fit of laughter, beginning to drive off as his cousin settles in his car.
"I thought you were street smart, you know better than to walk around this time flaunting your cash."
"I can handle myself, but yeah I should've been more careful. I was just a little excited finally getting paid," You admit, recalling the rut you've recently been in and the struggles you and your mother have recently been facing to make ends meet.
Anton acknowledges the response, "You know you could always ask me for help?
"My mom wouldn't take it."
Anton let's out a loud sigh, "No offense dude, but I don't get your mom's deal. She acts as if I'm the reason our dads are dead."
You wince at the mention of your dead fathers. Sometimes you wonder how Anton could talk about this stuff so easily. "You just resemble Uncle so much, and to be fair you are following the same path as him."
Anton's father and yours, who were brothers, founded the Sinner's Race Club. Anton's dad had always been your father's right-hand man in races, often riding in the passenger seat. During a high-stakes race meant to settle a territory dispute, the brakes on your father's car failed, and both men were pronounced dead at the scene.
Since then, your mom understandably kept you away from cars, Anton, and anything related to the race club. She forbade you from getting a driver's license and doesn't even know you have one. Hiding it wasn't difficult, though, given that your family has more pressing expenses than a car.
"Alright, we're here," Your cousin announces, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I still think you should show up tomorrow. Sleep on it."
You step out of the car, once Anton puts the money you made from your sale in a spare backpack he had. So your mom wouldn't ask questions.
"How was your shift?" your mom asks from the couch as you walk through the door.
"Fine, just sore from lifting all those boxes," you lie smoothly.
"Hmm, get to bed early tonight."
As you head toward your room, her voice calls out again. "Oh, and Y/n," she says, making you turn back. "That better not have been Anton dropping you off."
You stay silent and head to bed, unsure of what tomorrow will bring.
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"How the hell does your mom not catch on? She really thinks some warehouse gig's got you pullin' in forty grand at a time?"
You wipe the sweat of your brow, while you grab a car wrench. "She doesn't know I make that much, I help pay the rent and get food on our table. The rest I save."
"Smart. So, what's the big plan? Get outta Brimstone? Buy yourself a mansion in Summer Valley?" Mason sneers condescendingly.
This morning, you woke up to a text from Anton that convinced you to at least help prep the cars for tonight's big race, even if you don't plan on showing up. Now, you find yourself at the Brimstone Sinner's garage, the garage where you do your car modifications which sits at the edge of Sinner territory.
The place is buzzing with other club members scattered around, working on various cars. You, Anton, and—unfortunately—Mason, a friend of Anton's, who somehow wormed his way into the conversation, are huddled by the main cars, making sure they're in prime condition for the race.
"Ay! Stop distracting my best mechanic!" Anton shouts over the hood of the car to Mason.
Before you knew it you were rolling under the car via the creeper to work on the underside of the car. As you were finishing up you suddenly heard the garage go dead silent, but you didn't know why since your view was limited.
You hear Anton break the silence, "You got some fucking nerve walking into my garage asshat."
As you were lying on your back you could see about one foot from the ground up. You couldn't see who it was, but you could tell where they were from. The grey Dior dunks paired with the most unfashionable pants ever told you everything you needed to know.
Someone from Summer Valley is here.
Then came the laugh. That short, arrogant chuckle, the kind that practically exhaled wealth. Privilege. The very thing you despised.
"Just wanted to see you pussies before you lose all your dignity—oh and your garage. I'm already imagining what I'm gonna do with the place," the voice laughs again.
The conversation around you fades as your mind fixates on a single phrase. Lose the garage? Your hand curls into a tight fist, knuckles turning white. Did your dumbass cousin actually gamble the garage for tonight's race?
You try to focus your hearing, trying to see if anyone else is upset by the fact. But it's silent, they're unfazed, indifferent to the fact that Anton—the club's supposed leader—might have just wagered the club's most valuable asset. Property. You let out a sharp exhale. This is exactly what you couldn't stand about racers. They're all thrill-seeking junkies who only care about going fast. Does no one else here realize the gravity of losing this garage?
Anton snaps you back to reality. "Percy you ain't riding tonight if you're dead. Now get the fuck out before you catch a bullet."
Percy.
Leader of the Summer Valley Vipers. Just another privileged trust fund brat, bored one summer, who saw that the kids on the wrong side of the tracks had a race club and wanted in. So formed his own club. For the Vipers, racing was a hobby. For anyone from Brimstone? It was survival.
Once the obnoxious figure in those ridiculous pants left the garage, you rolled out from under the car, wiping grease from your hands. A quick glance around told you that everyone had already returned to their tasks, like the tense exchange with the Viper hadn't even happened.
Jaw clenched, you stomped over to Anton and gave him a firm nudge—just hard enough to make your frustration clear. "What the hell, Ant?"
Anton, mid-conversation with Madison—one of the club's members—turned to face you, exhaling a cloud of smoke. His brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"
"What? Seriously?" you snap. "What was Pissy going on about, losing the garage?"
He let out a long, drawn-out sigh before flicking the ash off his cigarette. "Relax, Y/n. It's just to raise the stakes, nothing serious."
"Nothing serious?" you say, mirroring his words once again. "This is my fucking livelihood, I can't live without this garage Ant? Where else am I going to fix cars?!"
Anton calmy takes one last drag, puts out his cigarette, and gestures for you to follow him outside of the garage, away from the rest of the club members.
Once you were outside Anton wasted no time in getting to the point.
"I'm only gonna say this once, Y/n. Don't ever talk to me like that in front of my people again. I run this crew."
His gaze softened slightly as he added, "I know we're family, but out here, I gotta be their leader. You get me?"
You nod understanding the politics of running a club like this. It wasn't simple and it wasn't like Anton was being rude to you.
"Now kid, listen to me very closely." Anton starts, his eyes narrowing, words firm.
You hated when he called you "kid," and Anton damn well knew it. He was only three years older, but you decided to bite your tongue this time, sensing he had something important to say.
"You don't take risks," he said, his voice steady.
You opened your mouth to cut him off, but he quickly held up a hand, his words rushing out before you could get a word in. "—hold on, let me finish! I know you think stealing cars, making illegal mods, and dodging the feds is risky—and yeah, it is... for most people. But not for you. You're too good at it. It's not a risk when you know you're always gonna pull it off. You're in your comfort zone. You don't even flinch anymore."
You crossed your arms, shaking your head. "I don't need the gamble, Ant. Why would I put myself in a position to lose something—everything?"
"But why wouldn't you?" Anton fires back passionately.
For a moment neither of you say anything.
"That's the problem, Y/n," he said finally, his voice low. "You don't take real risks anymore because you're afraid to lose. But sometimes... you gotta lose something to really win. You know what I'm saying?"
You frowned, not fully understanding. "What's that even supposed to mean? I'm not trying to play some high-stakes game just for the thrill of it."
"That's not what I'm talking about, kid. I'm saying there's more to life than just getting by. You can't just keep doing the same shit because it's easy and familiar. You gotta challenge yourself, push yourself outta that comfort zone. That's where the real reward is."
You shifted uncomfortably, not liking where the conversation was headed. "So what, you want me to throw myself into danger for no reason? What are you really getting at, Ant?"
His gaze stayed steady, not backing down. "I'm talking about the garage. Everything we've built. If you keep playing it safe, we'll stay small. But if we take some risks? We could grow this into something huge, we could run the city, Y/n."
His words hung in the air, heavy. You hesitated, feeling the pressure. "And what's the catch?"
A slow smirk crept onto his face as he leaned in. "The catch is, we go all in, or we lose it all."
Your head shook slightly, confused and uneasy. Anton sounded insane right now, with all this talk of taking over the city. "I don't know," you muttered, your voice wavering.
"I'm not saying you have to. Maybe this," he said, gesturing around the garage and the cars. "...isn't your thing, and that's fine. But you've got to find what is. What's your purpose, your drive Y/n/n? What makes your heart race? What's worth risking everything for?"
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"Just get home safe, and grab me a pack of cigarettes on your way," your mom says, her tone casual. You exhale, relieved she let you leave without too many questions.
After your talk with Anton, and spending hours tuning up cars for the race, you head home, but your mind lingers on what your cousin said earlier. His words hit deeper than you care to admit—he was right. You've been stuck in your comfort zone for far too long, and you can't even remember the last time you did something that pushed your boundaries.
So, here you are, lying to your mom about getting called in for a late night shift when in reality, you're on your way to the race between the Sinners and Vipers.
Anton was practically beaming when you told him you were finally coming to the race. He couldn't wait to give you a ride to the track.
"Took me, what—six years? Finally got you to show up," Anton shakes his head, laughing as you slide into the passenger seat.
You ignore his teasing, cutting straight to the point. "You nervous?"
"Nah, fuck no. Pussy's a trash driver—he's got nothing on me."
Your eyes widen. "Wait, this is a title race?"
You didn't realize the leaders of both clubs were squaring off tonight. A title race meant more than bragging rights—both sides were gambling big, this race could mean life or death for both clubs.
You were about to ask what else Anton had on the line besides the garage, but the car suddenly surged forward, the burst of speed nearly throwing you out of your seat.
"What the hell! Slow down!" you shout, gripping the armrest tightly.
"Relax, I'm not even hitting two hundred yet—"
The older driver begins to roll his windows up, a sign that he wants to go even faster. The world outside blurred as the engine roared, drowning out the sound of your pulse hammering in your ears.
"Anton. Stop." Your voice is steady, firmer than ever leaving no room for argument.
The driver sighs, gradually slowing the car down to legal road limits. "You need to get over it eventually Y/n."
Those were the last words said for the remainder of the ride, you didn't want to argue with your cousin before he has one of the biggest races of his life. He knew why you were antsy with the going beyond a certain speed limit. He knew. Of course, he knew. The crash. The speed. The helplessness you felt back then. You gritted your teeth, willing yourself not to dwell on it, not to bring it up again.
You finally pull into the track, and your eyes widen in awe. It's like you were stepping onto the movie set of Fast and Furious. The area is packed with custom cars, their paint jobs gleaming under the glow of neon lights and street lamps, unique to fit the personality of each driver. Engines roar and rev, filling the air with a pulse that matches the energy of the crowd. People are everywhere—leaning against cars, laughing, shouting over the music blasting from speakers.
The race course itself stretches down a wide, abandoned road, littered with warehouses and graffiti-covered walls. Smoke drifts in the air from burning rubber, and the smell of gasoline is thick. You can feel the intensity of the competition buzzing in the air. This wasn't just a race—it was a spectacle, alive with adrenaline and danger.
Anton slowly turns into beneath a large abandoned overpass that you've often heard was a hotspot for racers and ragers. You pan your eyes across the windshield and immediately spot the rival race crews: a sea of black jackets to the right and a wall of red to the left, each group eyeing each other with the tension only moments from snapping.
You were so caught up in the moment you didn't even notice Anton turn the volume up as he played I Don't Fuck with You by Big Sean while rolling past the Viper's crew. Typical Anton—always stirring the pot. The Vipers glared but didn't act, clearly aware of who you were. You both look at each other and laugh as you join the rest of your crew a bit further into the underpass.
As your cousin parks the car he grabs something from the back seat and tosses it onto your lap—a black leather jacket.
You stared at it for a moment. The design was unmistakable. A large, detailed skull with flames rising behind it, symbolizing both danger and speed. The club's name, Sinners, arched above the skull in bold gothic, tattoo-style font. The club your father founded. The legacy you never wanted.
Your chest tightened as you ran your fingers over the smooth leather. Putting it on would be more than just an outfit choice—it would be an open declaration of association. Your mom would kill you if she ever found out.
Sensing your hesitation, Anton laughed. "Relax, I can see the steam coming out of your head from here. You don't have to wear it, alright? Just throw it over your shoulder or something. People need to know who you're with, that's all."
With that, you both stepped out of the car, and the cheers erupted. They were loud, wild, and unmistakably for Anton—he was their leader. But as the energy surged through the crowd, you couldn't help but wonder if a few of those cheers were meant for you. After all, it was your first time showing up to a race.
As you slipped into the crowd, a few familiar faces greeted you with nods and casual grins, clearly surprised to see you here. You exchanged small talk with some of the members, their conversations a mix of race gossip, bets, and tales of past victories. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, but as the minutes ticked by, you felt the need to break away, the noise and energy overwhelming you.
Stepping out from the cluster of people, you wandered toward the edge of the underpass, taking in the scene. The place was massive—graffiti-streaked pillars towering above, just like the one you were leaning against.
You took this moment to observe the Vipers. You've always had the displeasure of seeing the odd one or two while you were out doing your runs, but this is the first time you've seen the entire crew together. Your eyes land on a certain member. Percy. The only one that had a leader patch on the right sleeve of his jacket, an absurd attempt to assert dominance. You laugh at how lame this guy is. Anton exudes leader, he didn't need a patch on his sleeve reminding everyone he is one.
As you continue making your observations about the Vipers, from the corner of your eye, you noticed movement—someone else seeking the same kind of quiet as you. You glanced over, and there she was, leaning against the opposite side of the same pillar as you. The roar of engines and the blaring music made it easy to miss each other until now.
She was alone, her red jacket slung casually over her arm, a cigarette between her fingers. The contrast of her dark hair against the dim lighting made her stand out even more, and for a moment, she hadn't noticed you.
You tried not to stare, but there was something magnetic about her presence—like the calm before a storm. She flicked her eyes in your direction and froze, her gaze locking onto yours as if she wasn't expecting company either.
She glanced up at the black jacket draped over your shoulder, then at her own red one, casually slung over her arm. With a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk, she broke the silence.
"Guess neither of us is feeling the uniform tonight, huh?" she said, flicking ash from her cigarette, her voice low and surprisingly soft.
Of course her voice had to be the sexiest thing you've ever heard. You remained silent, not because you wanted to, but you didn't know how to respond. This is the first time you've ever spoken to a Viper—a hot Viper at that. You didn't know how to interact with a pretty girl, let alone someone who should be your sworn rival.
"Didn't think anyone else would find this spot," she sighs, not sure if she was saying it to you or outloud to herself.
You pushed off the pillar slightly, offering a small shrug. "Needed a breather."
She smirked, exhaling smoke slowly. "Yeah? Thought you Sinners thrived on chaos."
You glanced at the jacket hanging over your shoulder, then back at her. "Guess I'm not like the others." You weren't going to explain to a stranger that you technically aren't a Sinner but you also are.
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Clearly." There was a pause, then she gave you a once-over, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "So, what's a Sinner doing hiding out here, away from the action?"
You crossed your arms, feeling the pull of the conversation. "Could ask you the same thing. Vipers don't usually stray from their pack."
She let out a soft laugh, the sound almost lost in the night air. "Maybe I needed a break from all the posturing. You know how it is."
Posturing. What an interesting way to put it you thought to yourself. She wasn't wrong, but it was an oddly honest thing to bring up barely thirty seconds into the conversation. As intrigued as you are, you're also cautious.
You glanced her over in return, taking in her outfit—black combat boots, short black shorts, and a plain white tee, almost identical to the one you were wearing. It was shocking to see a girl from Summer Valley dressed so simply. But the simplicity suited her. She didn't need to be extravagant to stand out, if it wasn't for the jacket on her arm, you would've totally mistaken her for a flag girl, the ones who countdown the race. You've always heard that they're the most beautiful girls on the track, but clearly it wasn't the case tonight.
Your eyes met again, and something unspoken hung in the air between you. Two people from rival crews, both stepping away from the world that defined them.
She held your gaze. You didn't know what it was behind those intense brown eyes. Hatred, curiosity, attraction, a cry for help? You couldn't tell, but you also didn't want to define it. Defining it may mean having to look away. And you didn't want that. Maybe she didn't either, you doubt she would force herself to stay here with you if she didn't want to.
The universe however, had other plans. The voice of one of the flag girls crackled through the megaphone, cutting through the tension. "The big day is finally here!" The rest of her corny speech faded into the background as your focus remained on the girl in front of you. She tore her eyes from yours, sighed, and glanced back at her club.
"I have to go. See you around, Greaser."
"Greaser?" you echoed, raising a brow.
She smirked, giving you a slow, deliberate once-over before turning away.
As much as you wanted to watch her walk away, curiosity tugged at you, pulling your gaze down. You glanced at yourself and chuckled softly—faded blue jeans, white tee, and a black leather jacket. Yeah, you did kind of look like a greaser tonight.
But then you saw it. A grease stain on your shirt. You chuckled softly. So that's why.
You decided it was time to head back to your group. You return a bit more upbeat than when you'd left. As you approached, you noticed Anton climbing into the car you'd been working on earlier with the crew gathered around, wishing him luck before the race. That's when he spotted you at the edge of the crowd and waved you over. The group parted, and soon you were standing face to face with Anton.
"You look happy. Having fun?" he shouted over the roar of his engine and Percy's nearby.
"It's been pretty cool," you replied with a shrug, nodding along—though it wasn't the race itself you were enjoying, but who it had brought here.
Anton hummed in approval before dapping you up and pulling you into a quick hug. "I'll see you in a bit," he grinned, hyping up his team one last time before sliding into the driver's seat, Mason settling into the passenger side.
As Anton shut his door, your eyes drifted to the car next to his. You watched Percy with his crew, their energy almost a mirror of your own. But then you saw something that left you utterly confused.
The mystery girl. She was on her tiptoes, arms wrapped around Percy's neck in a hug that felt way too intimate for your liking.
Is she his girl? Disgusting. More thoughts crept in, but you quickly shut it down. She was a Viper, and you'd only talked to her for ten minutes. You didn't get to feel some type of way about it. She was just...intriguing. Nothing more.
You shook your head, trying to dispel the thoughts. Focus on the race, focus on Anton. You told yourself.
You take a step back and settle in a spot between Madison and Hunter as the flag girls strutted to the front of the starting line, their boots clicking against the asphalt. One girl raised a checkered flag high, her red lips curled into a seductive smile as she glanced at both drivers. The other girl held the megaphone to her lips.
"Racers, are you ready?!" Her voice echoed across the lot, the engines revving in response.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!" Time seemed to slow. The crowd held its breath, and for a split second all that existed was the hum of engines, the gleam of metal, and the flashing lights.
Then, with a flick of her wrist, the flag girl swung the checkered flag down, and the cars exploded off the line.
Anton's car launched forward, while Percy's stayed right on his tail, neck and neck. The crowd erupted into cheers, the sheer speed of the cars leaving only a blur of metal behind them as they tore down the street.
With the cars gone you had nothing left to distract you from your thoughts. What were you genuinely doing here, you ask yourself.
Your eyes wandered back to the spot where you had last seen her. That girl—the one who had slipped into your mind with just a few words and a lingering look. Now, with Percy racing down the track, she stood with another Viper. This one was taller, with short hair, and they were both laughing, completely at ease with each other.
You laugh in disbelief shaking your head. This didn't seem like posturing to you, she seemed like she had fit right in. But again you catch yourself thinking, why were you even upset? She never said she hated her crew, she never said anything that implied she was like you, and now you wonder if you interpreted your interaction with her to something you wanted it to be rather than what it actually was.
The thought crept in, unwelcome. Maybe you were projecting your own loneliness, your desire to feel seen, onto someone who didn't even feel the same way. Someone who was just passing time in a moment. She was a Viper, fully a part of this world, while you were just an outsider passing through.
You turned to Madison and Hunter. "I'm gonna grab a drink. You guys want anything?"
They shook their heads, and you made your way to one of the cars stocked with drinks in the trunk. You opted for a soda rather than a beer.
You leaned against the car, slowly sipping your soda and trying to clear your head. The night had taken a strange turn—what started as excitement was now muddy with emotions you weren't sure how to handle. The hum of conversation and the occasional laughter from nearby crews were the only sounds cutting through the noise in your mind.
Then, suddenly, the atmosphere shifted.
It was subtle at first, a ripple of unease passing through the crowd. You heard hushed whispers and saw people glancing toward the far end of the lot. Then, like a wave crashing down, the sound of sirens pierced the night.
"Cops!" someone yelled, and the panic spread like wildfire.
People scrambled in every direction, grabbing their things and sprinting for their cars. Engines roared to life, and tires screeched as racers and spectators alike tried to escape before the police descended on the scene.
You tossed your soda to the ground, adrenaline surging through you as you looked around for Madison and Hunter, but they were already sprinting towards the opposite direction with the rest of the crew. You turned to follow, but something made you stop.
She wasn't moving.
In the chaos, you spotted her standing in the middle of the lot, frozen, her eyes wide but not making any attempt to run. She wasn't panicked—she looked more...indifferent, like the flashing red and blue lights didn't mean anything to her.
Without thinking, you darted towards her. Your heart pounded in your chest as you weaved through the fleeing crowd, the sound of sirens growing louder by the second. When you reached her, you didn't hesitate—you grabbed her arm and pulled her.
"Come on!" you shouted over the noise, but she barely reacted, her feet stumbling as you dragged her away from the open lot.
You didn't stop until you reached the mouth of a narrow alleyway between two buildings. You pulled her into the shadows, pressing your back against the wall as you caught your breath. She was in front of you, calm in a way that made no sense considering the chaos unfolding behind you.
She gazed at you, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she was catching her breath. "You didn't have to do that, you know."
You shot her a look, exasperated. "You're welcome."
The distant sound of police radios crackled through the air as you both stood in silence, waiting for the madness to pass.
"You really should be more careful," you said, trying to break the silence. "It's not safe out there, especially with the cops around."
She shrugged, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I guess I'm just used to it. But I appreciate the concern."
You couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and curiosity. "So, what do you usually do in moments like this? Just... stand around?"
Her laughter was light, almost melodic. "Well, not exactly. Usually, I'd just blend in and keep my head down. But you've thrown a bit of a wrench in that plan."
"Is that a bad thing?" you asked, intrigued.
"Not necessarily," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But it's definitely unexpected."
You took a step closer, feeling the distance between you narrow. "And here I thought I was just being a good Samaritan."
"Good Samaritan, huh?" She raised an eyebrow, playful yet cautious. "Seems like you might be getting in over your head, then."
"Maybe I like the thrill," you shot back, trying to keep the mood light. But beneath the banter, you both knew the stakes were higher than either of you wanted to admit.
"Well, be careful what you wish for," she said softly, her expression shifting momentarily to something more serious. "Not everything is as exciting as it seems."
You paused, trying to decipher her words. There was a depth to her that hinted at more than she was letting on. But before you could ask, she turned her gaze back to the alley,
Your phone suddenly dinged, breaking the tension. You glanced at it and saw a message from Mason.
"Seems like the cops cut the race short. Your crew lives to see another day."
You chuckled, but she didn't respond, just watching you with her doe eyes. You thought about what it would be like to give in.
But just then, the light caught her wrist, glinting off the expensive bracelet she wore. The sight of it sent a jolt through you—a stark reminder that she was from Summer Valley, a Viper, and probably a handful you couldn't handle.
The realization hit hard, and you felt a rush of uncertainty. She was part of a world you didn't want to dive into, no matter how intriguing she might be.
You decide to walk off, out of the alley.
"Hey! Where are you going?" she called out, jogging to catch up.
"Home. The cops seem to be gone," you replied, keeping your tone light, words short.
The brown-eyed girl looked confused, she thought you were building a connection. Now you were suddenly dismissive, leaving without a word, and you could see her trying to process it.
"...Wait, um..." she stammered, hesitating as if searching for the right words.
You turned back, sensing the moment hanging between you. You had a feeling you knew what she was going to say, and a knot formed in your stomach.
You took a step back, breaking the spell. "I really should go," you said, your voice firm, not giving her a chance to speak. You turned away, leaving her standing there, a mixture of confusion and disappointment on her face.
With that, you turned and walked deeper into the night. You could feel her watching you, but you kept moving, the weight of your decision heavy in your chest. But telling her your name would mean chaos.
As you navigated the alley, Anton's words echoed in your mind. "Maybe this isn't your thing, and that's fine. But you've got to find what is. What's your purpose, your drive? What makes your heart race? What's worth risking everything for?"
You were sure it wasn't her. As much as you felt a connection, you couldn't get further involved with the race world. She was just a pretty girl you met, and seemed to have some semblance of intellectuality. You know how this ends and its not pretty. You had responsibilities waiting at home—your mom counting on you, the weight of family expectations pressing down like a heavy fog. You had to figure things out on your own, even if it meant leaving her behind.
You can't just be the calculated person that you are and then immediately start taking risks because your cousin told you to. This was your nature. Careful.
Still, a part of you wondered if the real risk was not in chasing the girl but in denying yourself the chance to discover what could truly make your heart race.
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Checked out some pieces from the Zelda soundtrack and it's jaw dropping. You must be amazing at the piano.
Also discovered some medieval music in the process, so now my current obsession is breath of the woods.
This is a wildly popular piece but thoughts on Mariage d'Amour? I've been learning it on the guitar for weeks now and god am I close to giving up
I really am not that good at the piano, and I can’t play the most impressive pieces 🤣
Glad to have gotten you on the breath of the wild hyperfixations train!!!
I LOVE MARIAGE DAMOUR!!! I LEARNED THAT SONG ON GUITAR TOO!!! Are you using sky tabs??? As a tutorial, because that’s the guy I watched, he’s amazing. I used to listen to that song on the piano all the time
Oh hell nah you can't just drop lore like that, what drew you to play the piano??
I played guitar first, I had always loved music. It was playing breath of the wild that secured that feeling for me. Have you heard all of those scores??? Breath of the wild theme??? Miphas theme?? They’re all breathtakingly amazing. I wanted to create that feeling and let others feel it too
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As for a Skill, I wish I could create masterpieces on my piano. Piano skills are so cool like that just baffles me, I’ll sit and watch someone play for hours.
When you say on my piano, does this indicate you have one 👀👀
I do! It’s a cheap 80 dollar 61 key from Amazon but it’s something. I got it when I was younger and never thought to replace it. I could get a better one but I think I should get better, before better gear. My first song ever learned on it was Song of Healing from Zelda.
