#thefastsaga

How it's going........🛑

Good thing this is FINALLY the last one.

The off the screen drama is better than anything that ends up on the screen.

The women of Fast and Furious.

They included Ronda Rousey (villian) but not Gina Carano (hero/villian).

Fake Hero

Really with the villians.

We miss you Paul Walker.🕊

Wednesday

04.27.2022

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Summary:Eva meets Dominic Toretto.Warnings/Information:The Fast and The Furious Saga OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; mature themes/language; angst; action; humour; m/f; crime; street racing; author knows not a lot about cars

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The smell of burnt rubber, the sound of bass-thumping music, and the feeling of the steering wheel in her hands was home. Heaven. Whatever you wanted to call it. She loved it.

The large spotlights shone bright against the warehouse buildings lining the small road, illuminating the thrum of people and cars that surrounded the area. They lined the street, pulling in and lifting the hoods to show off their hard work. Women pranced around in short skirts, bikini tops, and anything you wouldn't consider real clothing. 

Pulling into a semi-solitary parking spot at the end of the roadway, she was safe from the hustle and bustle of shitty racers trying to convince anybody, anybody, to race.

"Hermes!" Hector's voice boomed over the music. "Where you been, girl?" He asked, shuffling through the swarm of people toward her car. Hermes smiled as she got out, closing the door behind her before hopping up to sit on the roof. She pulled a lollipop from her pocket, ripping off the wrapper and putting it into her mouth.

"At the shop, Hector. You know I'm always building something new." She replied, her smirk stretching the large scar that arced across the bottom of her face, from her outer ear to her chin.

"When are you gonna build me something good?" He asked, pleading. A small crowd was forming around him, as it usually did, people laughing at his eagerness.

"When you have enough money to pay for it." Hermes replied, grinning. The crowd jeered, laughing and prodding at Hector as he had the nerve to look vaguely disappointed.

"Come on, Hermes, you know that'll never happen." Edwin said, grinning as he walked over, a girl on his arm. "You racing tonight?"

"Are you?" Hermes asked.

"Hell, yeah." He replied.

"Then fuck no." She retorted. The crowd around them laughed, and Edwin made a face. "I save my skills for someone who'll provide some challenge."

"Dom's racing tonight." Hector offered. The crowd now looked back to Hermes, like it was a soap opera, or a sick car wreck they couldn't stop staring at.

"Did I stutter?" Hermes asked, raising an eyebrow. The people surrounding them 'oohed', waiting for Dom to miraculously show up with a retort to defend himself. 

Everyone in the street racing community down in Los Angeles knew that Hermes was the only known racer to ever beat Dominic Toretto in a race. Hector smiled and shook his head, walking back to his own car and talking amongst Edwin and the boys to see what the race would be like.

Hermes raised an eyebrow as a car pulled into a spot, the green paint job and decals never seen before around here. Looked like a nice enough car, but everyone knew what was under the hood was what really mattered.

"Hey, hold up, hold up. Look at this snowman right here!" Hector called as the guy stepped out of his car. He wore all black, just jeans and a t-shirt, but it contrasted well with his blue eyes and blond hair. "Sweet ride. Whatchu running under this thing?" He asked. The guy just smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You're gonna make me find out the hard way."

"Hell yeah." He replied.

"You're brave, you're brave." Hector remarked. "They call me Hector. I got a last name too, but I can't pronounce it, so—"

"Brian Spilner." The guy replied.

"Ah, typical white boy name. You know what I'm sayin?" Edwins attention was caught by the newcomer. "See that over there?" He asked, gesturing over to the opposite side of the roadway where his boys were shining up his headlights. "That's mine. It's my baby. But I ain't cutting her loose tonight."

"Hector, don't try to convince him you can drive that piece of shit." Hermes called over, Hector flipping a vulgar gesture in her direction. 

"Why not?" Brian asked, politely skipping over Hermes' comment.

"It's cause I'm going legit." Hector answered. "I'm trying to get into the NIRA circuit. You heard of it?"

"Oh, hell yeah." Brian stated, nodding. 

"So what's up with you, man?"

"I'm just waiting for Toretto." Hermes' attention was now fully on their conversation. This dipshit thinks he can take Dom?

"Shit, you better get in line." Edwin said, walking toward them. "This yours?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm standing next to it." Brian replied quietly. Hermes raised an eyebrow from her position out of his eye line. She was curious about him. He seemed plain enough, but he looked confident. Stiff, but relaxed at the same time. She would bet good money he was a shit racer. 

"That's funny, you know, Edwin happens to know a few things." Edwin stated. In the third person. "And what he knows is: it's not how you stand by your car, it's how you race your car. You better learn that." Hermes chuckled. 

The familiar revving engines echoed in Hermes' ear, signalling to everyone the arrival of Dom and his team. Hermes hopped off the roof of her car, approaching the space in the middle of the street where Dom would no doubt park his car.

"Aw shit. Here they come. It's on!" Edwin called. Hermes pushed past him, smirking over her shoulder.

"Who's that? She wasn't with Toretto's gang before." Brian asked quietly, leaning toward Hector.

"That's Hermes, man. She's the only one to ever beat Dom in a race. My sources say she's done it more than once." Hector replied, eyes wide at the fact that Brian had never heard of her before. "She knows more about your car then you do, with only one look."

"Well, I guess I gotta beat her too." Brian said with a smirk.

"Ha! Good luck with that homie, she don't race just anybody. I'd be careful just throwing that shit around." Hector advised. Dom pulled up, grinning at the crowd that formed around him. Spotting Hermes, his grin widened. 

"Hey, Hermes, how you been?" He asked, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

"Tired of waiting." She shot back with a smirk. Dom laughed, walking over to visit with some of the guys. Hermes went over and hugged Letty, repeating the action with Mia, fist-bumping Leon and Vince. "You guys stop for sushi on the way or just making me suffer?" She asked, slinging her own arm around Jesse's shoulder. He laughed, and they all walked over to where Letty and Dom were standing, over by Hector.

"What's up, man." Hector said, shaking hands with Dom.

"Edwin." Dom greeted, repeating the action.

"How we doin this tonight?" Edwin asked.

"One race. 2G buy-in. Winner takes all." Dom announced. "Hermes is gonna hold the cash."

"Why Hermes?" Danny Yamato asked, coming over with his wad of cash. Hermes held out her hands, receiving the money from Danny, Edwin, and Dom.

"'Cause she's honest, unlike Hector over here." Edwin jeered, elbowing the guy. Hermes smirked. She'd be fast enough to get away with the money, but everyone knew where her garage was. They knew she wouldn't abandon all her shit. She had like 6 padlocks on the front door alone.

"Okay, good luck guys." Dom said with a smirk.

"Hey, wait. Hold up." Brian called. He worked his way through the crowd into their little space. "I don't have any cash, but I do have the pink slip to my car."

"Hey, you can't just climb in the ring with Ali 'cause you think you can box." Jesse stated, his hands gesturing wildly as he came forward.

"He knows I can box." Brian stated, pointing to Vince as he pouted on the hood of his own car. "So check it out, it's like this. I lose, the winner takes my car, clean and clear. I win, I keep my car, the money, and I get the respect." The crowd laughed, but Hermes kept her face expressionless. She knew he wouldn't win, but the notion of winning respect was interesting. She'd never bet her car on it, though.

"Respect." Dom huffed a laugh.

"To some people that's more important." Brian retorted, his smile falling into stone-cold seriousness. Dom looked over to Hermes, as if asking if that was a square deal. She shrugged. As long as the racers were into it, seemed fair enough. Dom, Edwin, and Danny nodded, all agreeing.

"Let's see what you're betting with." Hermes stated with a smirk, shoving the cash into her jacket pocket before zipping it up. She walked over to the neon green car, Jesse grinning as he followed. Hermes took the lollipop out of her mouth to check out the goods. They popped the hood together, taking a peek at the inside.

"I see a cool-air intake, it's got a NOS-fogger system, and a T-four turbo, Dominic." Jesse relayed. Hermes nodded her confirmation. In truth, it was a sweet ten-second ride. But like Edwin said before, it's not about the car, it's the driver.

"A.I.C controller and direct port nitrous injection." Hermes added.

"And a stand alone fuel management system. Not a bad way to spend $10,000." Dom finished, folding his arms. The crowd jeered.

"You see this shit? He's got enough NOS in there to blow himself up, period." Edwin remarked.

"Yeah, let's hope he knows how to use it." Hermes remarked. She turned back to the starting line, popping the sucker back into her mouth as she heard Dom agree to let him race. Brian ran over, placing his pink slip in her outstretched hand. Hermes got in her car, pulling out as the crowd parted.

"Yo, where's she going?" Danny asked, frowning at the fact that she was in her car and leaving.

"Relax. She's going to the race." Dom stated. He smirked at Hermes through the windshield. Hermes smirked right back before doing a donut in front of the crowd. There was a chorus of cheers before she led them away to the scheduled street. Leon wasn't far behind her, the police scanner in his car loud and clear for him to watch for cops. He parked along the side, all spectators following suit to create a straight quarter-mile track. 

Hermes parked at the very end, watching as everyone else blocked the remaining roads. She could just see the headlights of the racers set up at the start line. Hector pulled out his bandana, waving it to signal the start of the race. All four cars floored their gas pedals, and it had begun.

Hermes liked to watch the race from the end. She could see how the drivers were doing just fine, but she wanted to watch Dom win. He always did. Well, almost always. Brian's car lurched forward, and Hermes shook her head. Premature use of NOS was always what newbies fucked everything up with. Well, they have to learn somehow. 

Hermes stood up on her car hood, the checkered bandana in her hand the signal for the winner. Dom's car jumped ahead, leaving Brian in the dust as he whipped across the finish line. 

Waving the bandana, Hermes grinned as Dom pulled over. The next two cars, Danny and Edwin drove over, shaking their heads and cursing themselves out. Brian finally drove his car over, smiling like an idiot.

Hermes raised her eyebrow as she climbed off her car, walking over and opening the hood of his green Eclipse. The steam floated up into the air, and Hermes winced as she glanced over at his fried piston rings. Jesus, he damn near blew up his own car. 

"Where the fuck did you learn to drive?" She asked, glaring at Brian for doing such a thing to a beautiful car like this. His grin faltered a bit, shrugging. Hermes reached over to Dom, handing him the wads of cash along with Brian's pink slip. He handed it over to Mia for her to count before grabbing Letty and spinning her around in victory.

"What are you smilin' at?" Dom asked, grinning as the crowd followed him from his car toward Brian's. Jesse walked over, joining Hermes by the engine and equally frowning at the damage. 

"Dude, I almost had you." Brian stated, still grinning.

"You almost had me?" Dom questioned, pointing at his chest. The silver cross chain around his neck shook with his laughter. "You never had me. You never had your car. You almost had me?" Hermes looked up over the hood, making a face at the machismo happening around the car.

"Kid's gonna go through cars like pairs of socks if he doesn't fucking learn to drive." Hermes mumbled. She meant for only Jesse to hear her, as his knowledge was the only rival to hers when it came to cars, but Dom chuckled as he slung his arm around her shoulders.

"You hear that? Hermes is right, kid. Granny shifting, not double-clutching like you should." Dom remarked. "You're lucky that hundred-shot of NOS didn't blow the welds on the intake. Almost had me?" The crowd laughed again. "Now me, the mad scientist, and Hermes here, gotta rip apart the block and replace the piston rings you fried!" The crowd jeered. He was really digging in his heels. Hermes stood up and closed the hood with a click. "As any racer here, any real racer. It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning's winning." 

He raised his arms in victory, Hermes rolling her eyes. She gave him a nudge before walking back over to her car, leaving the yelling crowd and dick-measuring behind. She opened her car door, just hearing Leon yell about the cops before she slammed it behind her.

Pulling away, she raced down the open street to the first available parking garage to stash her car. She'd be able to get a cab, or even walk back to Dom's, but if cops were looking for street racers, she'd definitely get bagged in the car she was driving. 

The cop cars drove past her as they chased other racers down the street. She heard the roar of Dom's engine pulling into the parking garage as she walked. 

Stopping in an alley, she waited outside for him. He was looking around as he pulled his red leather jacket around his shoulders, almost crashing into her.

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