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sunflowerwinds · 3 months ago

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try it | v.a

summary: when you get partnered up with the most irritating and cocky soccer player on campus, you wonder why she has girls fawning over her left and right when she’s so… insufferable. not that you would want to know… right?

next part -> bite it

pairing: fem!cheerleader!reader x soccer player!vi

contains: modern!au, reader isn’t aware of her sexuality (yet…) but it’s not specified what sexuality the reader is, mature content (MEN & MINORS DNI 18+) — oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), choking, cocky-kind of douchey!vi, brat!reader (quickly turned sub!reader), dom!vi, morally wrong in a sense, mentions of reader being in previous relationship with a man (very brief!)

word count: 5.1K

a/n: cocky vi, save me! also thank you a MILLION @venomvalley & @strawberrykidneystone for reading this over and helping me edit it <3 u guys are angels. would y’all like a messy ass pt. 2? let me know! comments & reblogs are appreciated, lovelies <3

With every fiber in your being, you despised Violet.

You had seen her around your campus your freshman year of college. At first, you were undoubtedly intrigued by her neck tattoo and the fact that she was talking to one of your good friends and fellow cheerleader, Caitlyn. It was in passing on the way to one of your basics and for a second, she had caught your eye.

The way her eyes raked up and down your figure caused your skin to blaze, becoming uncomfortably flustered.

You knew Caitlyn was into women; not that it had bothered you in any way. You just didn’t understand why she was talking to someone who had trouble keeping their eyes on her.

The epitome of a narcissistic soccer player.

You would hear Caitlyn gush about her for the next month as you stretched before practicing the routines, visibly flushed at the thought of the girl.

One day, Caitlyn dropped you as you were coming down from flying as she seemed to be focused on something other than practice. Thankfully, it was just the football field but it still infuriated you. She explained how this Violet character had asked her to just be friends after they had slept together. The team consoled her and told her she wasn’t worth it, she deserved better and that she was way out of her league until your coach blew her whistle to get everyone back on track.

You hated to admit it but you were sort of relieved you wouldn’t have to hear about the pink-haired girl anymore.

Every single time Caitlyn had brought her up, you sort of tuned her out.

Not on purpose, but you didn’t really need to hear about how amazing Violet’s tongue felt. You had set in your mind from that point on you would be free of anything even remotely related to Violet.

To your surprise, walking into your 10 AM English Lit class your sophomore year, there the familiar girl sat in the third row of the stairs of seats and desks. You pause your steps before rounding around to the other side of the classroom, not wanting her to be in your eyeline.

You shake your head to yourself as you sit down on the fifth row where it had been scarce of students. The professor has yet to arrive to the class so you begin working on an assignment from your class from the previous day. As you scribble your name on top, a soft ‘psst’ fills the room.

You ignore it in hopes it isn't aimed at you. A few seconds of silence follow before a hand smacks the top of your paper, a ‘hey’ leaving their lips. Your lips purse in aggravation, inhaling a deep breath before tilting your head up at the person.

Violet’s face stares down at you with a slight head tilt and a skeptical smile.

“Yeah?” You raise your brows impatiently, wondering when the hell she even got up from her seat.

“I know you from somewhere,” she states, pointing the blunt end of her pencil at you accusingly.

You shrug your shoulders, shaking your head slowly. “I, uh, I’m not sure. We’ve never met before.”

Which is true. You know way too much about her from your cheermate, but the two of you have never formally met.

“Are you in my chem class?” She questions, her presence becoming more and more bothersome.

You suck in a deep breath, blinking up at her from your seated position.

“No. I don’t take chem.”

“Huh. Well,” the professor clears her throat which captures Violet’s attention, stopping her words before motioning over to her original seat. “I’ll leave you.”

You send her a more irritated grin, thankful that the professor was able to intervene.

“As I was saying,” your professor clears her throat again as her eyes flicker to every student. “It was posted this morning in my announcements the link to the list of partners for our final project. Please make sure to check it so that you can reach out to your partner to get started as this is 40% of your grade. The deadline is also in the syllabus. Do not wait until the last minute.”

Out of curiosity, you open your phone to press on the megaphone icon on her page to see the link that she had just mentioned. You watch the bright screen load to the list. Once it fully develops, you scroll down to find your name.

An uneasy feeling settles in your gut when you see the name typed in bold right next to yours.

Violet Lanes.

Your stomach churns at the sight, and you want to immediately beg for the professor to pair you up with anyone else in the class. You suck in a deep breath as you mentally prepare for her to figure out who you are. The duration of the class passes in the blink of an eye, the eerie feeling of what you’d have to endure with Vi lingered in the back of your mind.

As class is dismissed, you walk out of the door and are met with Vi leaning against a wall as she types something on her phone. You shake your head as you adjust the strap of your backpack before walking up to Vi with as genuine of a smile as you could muster.

“We’re partners for the final project.”

Vi looks up from her phone, blinking her… (actually, quite pretty) blue eyes at you.

“Really? You’re–”

“Yes. So,” you suck in a deep breath as you peer down the halls to make sure no one you knew was lingering around. “We could meet up at the library whenever we’re both free for, like, an hour or two so we can hopefully get this done before the due date. Then we won’t worry about it.”

And so I don’t have to be around you for more than I need to be, you thought.

Vi’s lips twitch into a small smirk. “Sure, princess. What’s your number?”

Your face prickles with heat, your irritation spiking at the nickname. What is with her calling you that?

After you offer your number, you bid her goodbye and walk away before she could keep you there for longer than you wanted. Yeah, maybe it's a little immature but, gods, being around her makes your head ache.

A few days later, you get a text from Vi saying she would be free on Wednesday after her soccer practice. You agree to that first meet-up at the library as you, too, would be out of cheer practice by 3.

It was a nightmare.

Every time you tried to get her back on track, she would flirt openly with the girls who were passing by, slipping them her number with a wink. They flushed and giggled at the confidence radiating off of her. Your face contorted in annoyance with every interaction.

Clearly, she can't be trusted in a public space to stay focused. After the second work meet-up, you turn to her with a flat expression.

“We’re going to my place from here on out.”

Vi’s brows furrow for a moment before slyly smiling. “Why?”

“You get easily distracted with people,” girls, “around. It’ll be better for the both of us if we start working on this at my place.”

Vi would make a douchey comment back, but it's clear in her compliance that she knows you're right.

“Fine. Text me your address. I’ll see you next Wednesday, princess?” She grins as she begins walking backwards, away from you.

“Sadly.” You call after her with an eye roll as you watch her chuckle at your response, before turning back on her heels to walk in the opposite direction.

You, for a split second, stare at her back from a distance, furrowing your brows at the ink peeking out from her compression tee. You blink and realize you were… checking her out. No, no, you were just wondering what her tattoo was.

Yeah. Just the tattoo.

After hanging out at Caitlyn’s place across the way, you catch Vi walking to your dorm.

“Hey, princess,” her eyes trail down to your outfit before locking gazes with you. “Don’t you look pretty? Come back from a date?”

You adjust your falling tube top as you avoid her eye-line, scoffing at her half-ass flirting.

“No. I was hanging out with my friend. Practice was cancelled for the day.”

“Well, I guess you can lead me to yours. I’ll follow you,” Vi motions in front of her to the concrete walkway.

You pause at her words before continuing forward, sucking in a deep breath as you try to not think about how you were just with Caitlyn. Why do you feel so guilty? You and Vi were assigned to be partners in this project: it was out of your control.

You must’ve gone silent, as Vi bumps your shoulder with a whistle.

“Hello? You just stopped talking mid-conversation. Are you okay?” Her brows raise with confusion and a hint of concern.

You blink then stare up ahead as you approach your dorm building. Ignoring her question, you reach into your purse to retrieve the key.

“This is me. Come on.”

Your steps speed up as you hold up the key fob to the electronic lock, watching the red light flicker green. Surprisingly, Vi grabs the door for you and motions for you to head in first.

“Thanks,” you mutter.

Vi nods with a soft ‘you're welcome’ before letting the door shut behind her.

“So you’re a cheerleader?” Vi questions as you two make your way to the elevator.

Your brows furrow as you lean forward to press the up button, glancing at Vi.

“Uh, yeah. What about it?” You wonder where she’s going with this.

“Nothing, dollface,” she shakes her head as she waits for the elevator with her arms folded in front of her chest.

You ignore how much her biceps bulge and focus on the fact that she’s given you another pet name. You sigh in relief as the doors open with a soft ding, a few students stepping out before you two step in.

“I feel like I’ve been here before,” Vi says softly as her brows furrow and her eyes follow around the small space.

You side-eye her but keep quiet as your thoughts immediately cloud over with a thought: it could’ve been one of her one night stands or other girls that she led on for weeks or months until she got what she wanted from them.

“A friend?” You flatly question.

Vi shrugs her shoulders. “Yeah, a… friend.”

Kill me now, you think as the doors finally open.

You both step out and Vi walks beside you, glancing down either end of the hallway. The second you approach your front door, you press your key fob onto the similar electronic lock.

You unlock your front door, hoping that your roommate, Sky, isn't home. She was usually at the lab around this time of day, but you had to make sure there was no one here. Vi lingers behind you as you twist the handle and use your shoulder to shove the old, heavy door open. You peak into your apartment with a relieved sigh to see no sign of her.

“Why are you looking around? This is your apartment, right?” Vi teases from behind you.

An angry heat rises up your spine at her words.

“Yes,” you seeth as you turn around to face her. “I was checking to see if my roommate was home.”

Vi merely grins at your flared nostrils and tense figure as she tilts her head at you.

“Aw, you ashamed of me, princess?”

You stare at her, unable to comprehend how girls just flock to her. You ignore her obvious attempt to press at your buttons as you suck in a deep breath, motioning to the still open door behind her.

“Could you close the door and lock it?” You ask her calmly.

Vi huffs out a breath before smacking her lips. “You know, a ‘please’ goes a long way.”

You're so close to shoving her out of the door and working on the project by yourself.

“Can you close the door, please?” You ask once again with a tight-lipped smile.

Vi presses her palm onto the heavy door and twists the silver lock with a soft click. She straightens her back so that she is next to you; somehow much closer than just a few moments ago. You swear for a moment that her long fingers brush past your own.

“Only because you were so nice about it,” she teases.

The amount of willpower it takes to hold back the eyeroll itching at you. You suck in a stabilizing breath to calm yourself.

“My bedroom is this way.”

Vi’s eyes widen at your words for a moment, tucking her hands into the front pockets of her baggy jeans.

“Wow. I didn’t think you were so easy, princess.”

You stop walking down the dimly lit hallway, turning on your heel to glare at Vi.

“If we’re going to get any work done, could you let up with the jokes?” You borderline sneer at her.

The only sort of reaction that you can emit from Vi is a cocky smirk. You're reacting exactly like how she wants you to; pushing you to see how far she could.

“Alright. I hear you loud and clear,” she holds her palms up in mock defeat, waving her white flag (for now).

You huff before, again, making your way down to your bedroom. You hold up your key fob and watch the light switch to green with a loud click. You’re hit with the airy scent of cinnamon and vanilla from your wallflower near the door.

“Damn. You cheer girls have nice ass rooms.”

You twitch at that. You cheer girls. Was she talking about Caitlyn? You shake it off as you walk over to wear your backpack that had been thrown on the ground near your bed, bending down to retrieve your notebook and grabbing your laptop from your desk from the other side.

Getting comfortable, you lay down stomach first on your bed.

“Let’s just… start, please.” You sigh as you flip your hair over to one side, huffing as you flip open your laptop to pull up your presentation.

Her hands go up again before she sets her own backpack down on the swivel chair in front of your desk.

“Jesus, okay. I promise the only person I’ll pay attention to is you, princess.”

You look up from your laptop, sucking in a deep breath.

“I’m the only other person in the room, Vi. And I have a name, you know.”

“I’m well aware, princess,” Vi says with a knowing grin.

You can’t believe how easy it is for her to get under your skin, but you can’t help but empathize with Caitlyn’s devastation with getting friendzoned.

“Whatever,” you murmur under your breath and turn your attention back to the matter at hand: the project that you are desperate to already be done with.

Vi shrugs her shoulders, grinning down at you before settling down to sit at your desk. You open your mouth to tell her to come sit next to you but catch yourself. She can stay across the room for all you care.

“Okay, so, I did a little bit of research on some of the most influential authors. I got some Shakespeare, Austen, Dickens. All of them. We could compare them?” Vi tells you as she flips through her notebook, completely taken aback by her words.

You take a beat before letting out a soft ‘yeah’. “We could do that. Like their writing styles?”

Vi nods as she looks from her notebook to catch your wide-eyed gaze. She scoffs and shakes her head.

“Don’t act so surprised that I did some work, gorgeous,” she leans back in your swivel chair, placing her sock covered feet on your bed.

“Well, before, you didn’t seem too interested in the work, so I think I’m allowed to be,” you snip back, again, ignoring the flirty compliment.

“What do you mean?” Vi questions as she tilts her head at you.

You roll your eyes before typing onto the PowerPoint presentation. “Don’t be stupid. You would flirt and hit on pretty much every girl who looked your way.”

Vi mutters a soft ‘oh’, a hum following.

“Well, don’t act jealous, princess,” she grins cockily. “You have my full attention now.”

You scoff at her before simply shaking your head.

Surprisingly, you're able to get a good amount of work done. You weren’t expecting Vi to be so… cooperative with you. The two of you bounce ideas off of each other without bickering. You can actually stand her for a moment.

Sadly, that lasts merely an hour before Vi stands up and stretches out her back before perusing around your room to look at everything that decorates your walls: photos of your friends, your cheer bows, a few posters, etc.

“Vi, what are you doing?” You sigh.

“Taking a small mental break. It’s great for cognitive function.” Vi hums as she holds up a little Sonny Angel that sits on your dresser top. “Do you ever do that or are you just always this tense?”

Your mouth falls open for a moment before shutting. Because you make me tense, your mind echoes.

“I’m not tense,” you slowly shut your laptop, as you want to make sure she doesn’t touch anything she’s not supposed to.

Vi snorts. “Sure. You got a boyfriend? Or girlfriend? Someone to help ease whatever is up your ass?”

You squint your eyes at her as the word ‘girlfriend’ leaves her mouth. Your stomach tightens at the thought but you shrug it off in an instant.

“Boys are… just no. Not something I need to be wasting my time on.” You admit.

Which is true.

“And girls?” She rebuttals immediately.

You feel your throat dry up as you look down at your laptop cover to hide your face, avoiding eye-contact.

“Yeah, uh, not something I think about either,” you lie.

You have. A lot recently. You couldn’t tell if it was being around Vi every week or– Well, you don't know what else it could be.

“Hm. Well, since we’re still taking that break,” she walks back over to your queen bed, standing at the foot of the headboard. “I could help you relax.”

A sense of vulnerability settles in your chest as you peer up at her from your laid position, pressing up on your forearms.

“What do you… want to do?”

Your voice, for the first time around Vi’s presence, isn't snippy. It's soft and hesitant; your nerves showing as something in the air between the two of you shifts .

“Do you want me to help you?” Vi’s hand reaches out to brush a falling strand of hair from your face.

Your answer could change everything between the two of you. Is it stupid to hook up with your friend’s ex-situationship and your project partner? Incredibly. Probably one of the dumbest things you’ll ever do.

And yet, you nod slowly.

“No, gorgeous. Tell me,” Vi’s lips twitch as her thumb rubs over the plush of your bottom lip.

A gentle whisper leaves your lips. “Yes.”

The second Vi gets that confirmation, her hand leaves your face and she makes her way around the bed. Your heart thumps so fast that the sound clouds your hearing. You watch her every move with anticipation, not knowing what she plans for you.

“You’ll tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable, yeah?” She hums as she kneels on the mattress, the age of the mattress showing as it creaks from the springs.

Why couldn’t you come up with anything to snip at her with? The second she touched you, you were done for. Your breath catches in your throat as you mutter a ‘yeah’ and wait impatiently for any sort of touch to relieve that aching.

As you hoped, her hands start at the back of your mid-thigh, dragging up to the bottom of your skirt.

“This is cute,” she says cheekily, tugging at the material. “Panties are cute too. Are these bamboo or–”

“Are you going to be a dick about this or are you going to actually do this properly?” You huff.

A beat passes and you think you’ve fucked up. Until you hear a gentle chuckle from behind you.

“Oh, I think you like it when I do this. Tease you a bit,” her hands run underneath the skirt to cup both of your cheeks. “Make you want it more.”

Your breath hitches as your pussy lips spread underneath the soft material of your underwear. They weren’t anything too special; black cotton hipsters with polka dots. You're thankful for the color as you knew there was a humiliating wet patch where your slit is.

You hear her shift from behind as she sits in between your legs, her hands coming back down to your thighs to push them open.

The material of your skirt is lifted, resting at your hips. You lift your hips to help her a bit, a boost of confidence washing over you when you hear her mutter a soft curse as she gropes at your ass again.

You shiver when she thumbs right on the wet patch dampening your panties, humming in satisfaction.

“Fuck, princess. Getting your pretty panties all wet for me,” she groans as she seemingly grows impatient.

Her long fingers hook at the waistband of your underwear, pausing for a moment. You mutter an ‘it’s okay’ as she continues to tug them down your legs to toss them on the ground next to the bed.

Almost immediately, she teases at your puffy folds with her middle finger. You inhale sharply as you roll your head to try and keep yourself from pushing your hips up into her finger.

“When was the last time someone did this to you, hmm?” Vi leans over your body so that her lips brush over the shell of your right ear.

Your mind flashes memories of your pathetic ex complaining about his wrist hurting after fingering you for three minutes before he just fucked you until he came.

That was over a year ago.

“Too long,” you admit with a soft moan as she slides her middle finger into you.

You hate to admit how amazingly overstimulated you are by this alone. The feeling of her tits in her loose cut off tee against your bare back and her lips grazing over your ear leaves your eyes shutting to level yourself.

“Aw poor princess.” She taunts as she hums, placing a kiss under your ear.

You grumble a ‘fuck you’ in response, to which she chuckles at.

“Vi,” you grip at your sheets as you whine, a shiver running down your spine.

The squelch of your sopping cunt makes your head drop in embarrassment, but Vi has other plans. In a second, the hand that isn't fingering you wraps gently around your throat to lift your head up. You moan softly as she squeezes your throat once, her thumb pressing against your jaw to make sure you don't dare try to hide yourself.

“No, no, keep that pretty head up for me,” Vi grunts as she pumps her finger in and out of you.

You whine as you arch into her long finger, the feeling deliciously addicting. She only has one inside of you as she teases about how tight you are, but you need to be more full. Full of her.

Your mouth betrays you as a weak and breathy ‘more’ leaves your lips, another shiver tickling down your spine as she curls her fingers.

A deprecating chuckle leaves her lips as she presses a kiss to your hot cheek. You hate how wet it gets you to hear her speak to you in such a taunting tone.

“You want more, princess?” Vi questions, her scarred lip curling into a smirk.

You nod as she slows her pumping down. Fucking asshole, you think, but bite your lip to keep the snarky comment to yourself. She keeps pace at the slowest she can possibly muster.

“What did I tell you about saying ‘please’?”

Oh, you're going to kill her. After you come, of course.

You tilt your head back as she gives your throat another squeeze, panting as she rubs her nose against your jaw.

“Please, more. Fingers, please.” You whimper, submission overtaking you.

“Fuck, you sound so good for me.”

Hand still kept firmly around your throat, she pulls herself back just enough to watch her hand pumping in and out of you. She carefully slides in her pointer next to her middle finger and becomes relentless. Her thrusts send a rewarding burn up her forearm to her bicep.

Getting to see you like this makes it all the more sweet. Timid moans leave your pretty lips at the stretch of her additional finger. She can't believe this was the same girl who would roll her eyes nearly every time she spoke.

Now, she has your eyes rolling back in the way she’s been craving since she first laid eyes on you.

“Vi, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

A familiar feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you clench down on her fingers, a hot flash running up from the base of your spine to your temple. Vi hums at your broken and higher pitched moans, not letting up as she watches your soaked and puffy folds engulf her.

“Oh, it has been long, gorgeous. Gonna cum for me?” She removes her hand from your neck to tug down the elastic part of your tube top.

Your tits spill out, bouncing as you rock back to match her pace. Your eyes and nose scrunch up as your jaw slacks from the stimulation. Vi’s free hand palms one of your tits, pressing herself up against your back once again to mutter praises in your ear.

“So fucking good for me. Cum all over my fingers, baby. Come on,” she grunts.

You cum with a loud, broken moan as one of your clenched palms moves to wrap around the wrist gripping onto your perked nipple, needing to hold onto her in some way. Your face falls forward and muffles your shaky whimpering as you come down from your high. Goosebumps raise to your skin as she carefully removes her fingers, smiling to herself at the feeling of your cum dribbling down her digits.

Your breathing, as it finally was slowing down, picks up when you feel Vi’s hands grab onto your hips and flip you on your back side. You yelp in shock as you sit up on your wobbly forearms to peer up at her.

“What the fuck?” You breathe out, eyes locked on her own.

“I want to see that pretty face when I make you cum on my mouth,” Vi says simply, like she wasn’t finger-fucking the thoughts out of you. “Unless you feel relaxed enough.”

You let a second pass before shaking your head slowly.

Vi grins cheekily as she raises her hand that was inside of you, holding it up to your bitten lips. Like you’d done it a thousand times before, your jaw opens to take them into your mouth to suck off your cum. She groans as you swirl your tongue around them to get every last drop.

Not bad, you thought. You made a show of it by humming around the skin and grabbing her wrist to gradually tug them out of your mouth with a soft pop.

“Shit, lay back for me.”

You do as you're told and spread your legs without an afterthought. Vi shuffles down your bed so that she lays on her stomach, hooking her forearms around your thighs to tug you toward her face, right where she wants to be.

She still sees the shine of your previous orgasm coating your puffy cunt. She moans as she leans forward to drag her tongue over your slit once to get a taste of you.

Oh, she wasn’t going to stop until her jaw locked.

“You taste perfect, gorgeous” her bright and hazy blue eyes peer up at you from in between your legs.

You hum as you raise a hand to move her falling strands out of her hair, cursing when she uses a hand to rub at your clit. The touch at the sensitive bud causes your cunt to clench around nothing. You miss Vi’s fingers inside of you and you want to strangle her because of it. Her tongue prods at your cunt, smirking when you clench around it for some sort of relief.

Fuck, Caitlyn was right.

“Just like that, Vi, please. Don’t stop,” you breathe out with a whimper.

Vi merely hums against your labia as she sucks on each fold, her fingers not letting up on your clit. The sounds alone drive you insane. She sounds … hungry for you, her motions messy and sloppy.

In an embarrassingly short amount of time, you feel another stronger orgasm approaching. One of your hands mimicks her motion from before, groping harshly at your tit to pinch and roll your nipple in between your fingers.

“Vi, oh my god. Please, don’t stop. Shit, f-fuck,” you whine as your other hand finds her hair to grip onto.

Vi doesn’t dare change her movements, lapping her greedy tongue over your clit as your legs clamp around her head. She, with ease, holds back one of your thighs as she hungrily laps at you. Her eyes narrow at your hand, and she holds back her smirk.

She suckles on your clit and you swear your vision turns white as pornagraphic moans leave your mouth. You throw your head back as your hips buck up to chase your orgasm, sweat settling at the crevices of your hips. Your harsh breathing brings you back to reality, realizing how fucking tired and sticky you are. Every limb has become jelly at this point; boneless even.

As you try to stabilize your breathing, you hear Vi from in between your legs speak with a knowing tone.

“See? Breaks are good for you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you slap her shoulder weakly as you let yourself fall back onto your bed.

Vi presses feathery kisses onto your inner thighs. Her soft laughter tickles the heated skin as you wipe a hand over your flushed face.

Maybe she wasn’t the worst partner you could have.

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stellayuta · 1 year ago

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Love on The Grid - Formula 1 AU! Yuta Okkotsu - Pt 2.

Your likes, comments and reblogs really encourage me to write more! So do interact with this post and let me know your thoughts 🧡

PART 1

synopsis: One-night stands were nothing but a necessary painkiller for your inability to cross paths with true love. Your most recent find at a Vegas Club was no different. He was boring, obedient, SLOW! You leave him high and hanging hoping you'd never see him again until you find yourself gawking at a supersized billboard of him on a Vegas highway with the title 'LEGEND RETURNS TO VEGAS'.

genre: some s*xual tension, a lot of fluff, thrill and angst

content: 18+ only. Formula one driver! Yuta x f! reader, use of alcohol, swearing, mentions of sex

word count: 5k

a/n: part 2 came soon because i'm so pumped lolol. Note, In this story, Megumi and Toji aren't related.

WARNING: always use protection!

You sat in your hot, plastic seat with bated breath, like a thousand others, keeping your eyes trained on the asphalt of the track.

Even though it was November, temperatures in Vegas were no good - either that, or the revelation that your hookup from last night is a world-renowned athlete is making you nauseous.

You were in the most uncomfortable position in the entire stands combined, smack in the middle of a fired up Noritoshi and a spiteful Kokichi, who were planning on probably shouting at the top of their lungs for their favorite driver on the grid.

"When's this starting?" You turn to Miwa, a bit nervous.are You nervous to see that man, Yuta, in the middle of his job? What if he doesn't perform well - that would be embarrassing. Oh well, no one here knows about us anyway so it's fine. Except for his number one fan Noritoshi maybe.

"Well, they're almost done with the formation lap, so they should line up at the start line soon. Red Bull's Geto has the pole with a surprise front line seat for Ferrari's Gojo. King Okkotsu is sitting third with Ferrari's second, Itadori Yuji. Then it's Red Bull's Mahito followed by Merc's Toge and - " he goes on and on, speaking jargon and names You don't understand.

"Noritoshi." You stop him in the middle of his enthusiastic speech. "You understand that none of what you said passed through my brain right?"

"Ah well, none of it matters!" He cackles. "When the race begins - you will know who you'll cheer for and who will have you at the edge of your seat. Who gets your heart pumping." He says, fisting his chest. The last bit seemed a bit unintentionally personal but you roll your eyes at him anyway.

The drivers are soon done with their 'formation lap' which Kokichi is nice enough to enlighten you - is a circle they do around the track to prep their tyres for the race and check the tracks and engines. You also see now that Pole is the car sitting first in the starting lineup, as you narrow your eyes at dark, red and blue car zooming its way to ease into the frontmost bracket. That must be the bane of Noritoshi's existence and the Object of Kokichi's desire - Geto Suguru.

Behind him is a flashy red car that earns a deafening roar of cheer as he comes into position. That must Gojo Satoru.

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Behind him, and you find yourself looking really keenly. You spot the teal and midnight black hues of a fiery car, followed by another deafening roar and a partial standing ovation. So that's him. 'Mr. Cute Dick, I don't drink, I am not a virgin'. You smirk at thought of such a wallflower being at the center of one of the hottest sports in the world, in a championship with the highest stakes.

"Looks like Y/N is an Okkotsu fan." Noritoshi claims, grinning sarcastically at Kokichi who replies with a grimace. "No, I clearly saw her looking keenly at Geto."

"Ah, shut up the two of you." You snap. "Let me watch!"

The both of them exchange glances at your sudden interest but humor you as the crowd waits with a chilling silence. The five red lights light up, sounding a beep and you can hear your heartbeat in that moment as they turn green without warning and the race is on!

The set of 20 cars pick up speed at a maddening rate and are soon accelerating through the curves and straights of the track, tailing one another. The commentator is particularly zealous, and you find yourself listening to him with a lot of attention. Your eyes never leave the Teal and Dark vehicle with his tiny head popping out the cockpit, protected by his shiny, silver helmet.

For around 30 laps or so, nothing changes, and the people have started chatting amongst themselves. You slump back down into your seat.

There is some action going on at the back of the line-up with a few of the cars overtaking and re-overtaking one another.

"Well, this is boring…" You admit.

"It has its moments." Noritoshi states. "Oh wait, what's that-"

You turn to the track so fast, your vision goes blurry, and You nearly miss the spectacle.

The second red is quickly closing in on Yuta's Teal but Yuta swivels out of the way just in time, apparently surprising his tail-end as the driver, Itadori, loses control and touches the back of the first red car, Gojo's. Both of them start spinning dramatically and are vaulted out of the race at one of the turns.

"Collision! In the Top Five! Both Ferraris are out!" The commentator is roaring out now, with several people standing to get a better view.

You yourself are concerned for the Ferraris that seemed to have lost some parts of the car, leaving behind a trail of debris. But soon enough, both drivers emerge from their respective cars, with the taller one giving the crowd a thumbs up. He removes his helmet and a layer of clothing to reveal striking snow-white hair and dazzling smile. This sport is too fucking dangerous.

"The collision will be under investigation for sure to see if Ferrari's Number 3, Itadori is at fault! For now, the safety car is out."

You train your gaze on Yuta again. He seems to have taken a different route from the track now, heading towards a group of people, clad in suits and uniforms similar to the colors of his car.

"Hey, what's he doing?" You ask Noritoshi. You almost hear Kokichi mumbling "Oh shit." under his breath.

"That's a pit stop. Change of Tyres. Now is a brilliant time for this." Noritoshi says, his lips quivering. Is he really that excited for Yuta.

"The Safety Car has been taken off and with Mercedes' Number 7 quick thinking, Okkotsu takes the lead of the race!" The commentator announces earning a barrage of cheer from the crowd and a giant sigh from Kokichi.

"But not far behind him is Red Bull's Number 4, Geto, fastest car of the crop, who is looking to overtake… He has the DRS on and, and…." You don't need to listen to the commentator anymore because You see it happening and You almost let out some weird feral choke as Yuta barely, barely manages to keep his lead and the vicious, red and blue car accepts defeat, staying behind. You finally breathe out when You see Yuta gaining some speed and maintaining a good distance between him and Geto.

Kokichi pokes your shoulder and gives you a look of immense worry when You realize You are literally gripping your hair at the roots with both hands.

"ah, hah!" You laugh nervously, letting go off your now scrunched up hair. You lean back again as they announce the final lap and with no difficulty, as the checkered flag is waved, Yuta's Mercedes finishes first, with Geto behind him, followed by the other red bull, Mahito.

All of us rise to give the winners a standing ovation as confetti is blasted into the air and fireworks decorate the already shimmering Vegas skyline. You watch in wonder at the colors in the sky as Yuta pumps his fists up, getting out of his car and running over to his team.

"Good win, bro." Kokichi smiles at Noritoshi, who You now notice is on the verge of tears.

You see Yuta remove his helmet, but You can only make out his dark hair from this distance. You don't stop yourself from pouting at the disappointment. Why do You feel like You deserve being close to him right now. Maybe your good-luck suck off today guaranteed his win.

You see him disappear into the pavilion and ask Noritoshi if we can take a closer look at them.

"Close is not close enough to get their autographs but I can get you close enough to see their faces." Noritoshi claims and You give him a smile of gratitude.

"Geez Y/N. Did I really convert you in one race? Can't say if I'm prouder of you or myself." He jokes.

We stand for the Japanese national anthem as we cheer for the winning drivers receiving their trophies and drowning each other in champagne. Geto Suguru doesn't seem to be too keen to join into the racket, but Mahito wants to push the whole bottle down Yuta's throat. You smirk at the view. No teetotalling today?

As the crowd disperses out of the stands, we make our way through as well. You are tightly holding on to one of Miwa's and Momo's hands, each.

Noritoshi guides us through a few sections of the crowd and through a few random nooks and alleys of the arena until we reach what seems like a back gate. You see that a sizable yet dealable crowd is already standing there with Cameras and posters and shirts in hand.

"Well, this is a guarded secret, so not many know." Noritoshi winks at us. Today You are glad You became friends with his girlfriend, Momo.

We join the rows of people, but you fight your way to at least the second from start row, earning a lot of swears and some chick even trying to pull your hair.

You gaze at the gate with hope. One last look. Just to curb your excitement. It's just excitement nothing else. I'll be done after this. I'll go back to your city and drown yourself in work. None of this ever happened…. but why do You feel oddly bitter.

Is it because You realized Yuta and You are worlds apart? You are just an ordinary, honest worker - a commonality. Whereas he a star athlete, loved by the masses and with access to as many options as he wants. But what You have learnt from your past is, people can be as special or common as they want - a person who wants to find options, will always go out in search of options.

And as if to prove your point, You feel an ominous buzz in your hands right as You hear the doors open. You check your phone to see the screen flashing "Megumi Baby." right onto your face. You don't react or move; You simply glare at the screen. You are unable to breath as memories come flooding in.

Promises, nectar-soaked words, caressing your face with the deepest look of love. His bare back shining with sweat as he pounded into a girl from your workplace that YOU had introduced to him as your coworker. Him turning around, expressionless, leaving without giving you an explanation. Him telling you that you were expecting too much of him and You should have never assumed we were a thing since he was just trying new things in life.

All of it comes back to me, not particularly with ease. It washes over you like a tsunami. Completely drowns me. It's not until the incessant shouting of the crowd brings you to your senses that You snap out of your trance.

"Yuta! Yuta!" the people cheer. "Look here, please, just once. Yuta!"

You stare in horror as You spot Yuta's back getting into his matte black car. You are only able to see a small fraction of the back of his head and his white shirt.

You missed your chance.

You look back at the still ringing phone and want to smash it to bits. Fuck you, Megumi. Fuck you.

The first thing You do is cut the call and block his vile number. Then You try to scream out Yuta's name too in a futile attempt to get his attention, but You are not loud enough.

Amazing.

You start laughing to yourself now.

What was the point of this?

You recall yourself looking in the mirror at your apartment, coaching yourself to make this a pleasure trip. You would hookup with the best guy You could find, forget Megumi for good and move on with your life. So, whatare You doing now?

That guy Yuta would probably head to some lavish after party now and have a string of the prettiest girls in the world willing to suck him off. What use is it down?

The realization nearly brings you to tears. You should have never tried. You slowly retract your raised hands and sink back into the crowd, letting them continue their cheers. You turn back and slowly make your way out of the crowd and towards your friends.

"Wow, Y/N. Even Noritoshi and I didn't go that far in. You good?" Kokichi asks.

"Y/N, sweetie, you look like you're about to throw up what's wrong?" Momo asks me, cupping your face while Miwa rubs your arm.

"Megumi called…" You admit and all of them show a violent shift in expression.

"You haven't blocked that asshole yet?" Miwa asks, furious. You shake your head. "I just did."

"Y/N. You better not maintain any contact with him. He's the absolute scum of-"

"Hey, hey there miss." Suddenly our discussion is interrupted by a polite voice. We all turn around to see two men in suits and glasses standing tall and strong, waiting behind us. They look oddly familiar somehow with the waxed-up hair and somber faces. One of them has a scar near his lips and the other has his hair in a messy bun.

"Miss, are you the one who took Mr. Okkotsu out of the Four Seasons Club last night?" One of them, the bun guy, asks in a business-like fashion, pointing at me. Ah, now You remember them. The two lookers from the club last night, hiding Mr. wallflower behind their broad backs.

Scarface gets a call before You could reply though.

"Yes, Mr. Okkotsu. We're on our way. Well, we have a surprise for you." he tells Mr. Okkotsu mischievously. You narrow your eyes at the word "Surprise."

Scarface exchanges a knowing look with Bunhair and both of them cage you in.

"Would you like to see Mr. Okkotsu, again? It's not like we can force you, but he gave us specific instructions to find you and let him know."

"I didn't make him out to be a stalker you know." You say sarcastically, pondering if You should accept their offer. your friends do give you a strange look and You almost want to tell at least Noritoshi what's going on. But before You can take a call, You get a beep from your phone. This time it's a fucking EMAIL from Megumi.

Jesus, this man.

"I'm coming." You say abruptly. "I'll meet up with you guys later." You tell your friends as they give you looks of utter confusion.

"And burn this shitty device please." you say, tossing your phone towards Kokichi. "At least until I get some sort of restraining order against Megumi."

You exchange a look with Noritoshi and he knows in his heart that You will certainly get an autograph for him.

The two men take surround you as they guide you towards the waiting car. A matte black Lambo. They make sure to hide you from prying eyes, which isn't too hard with their gigantic muscular bodies.

You take a deep breath before You open the door and slide in.

Yuta and you share a good 10 seconds of absolute silence. Honestly, he looks like he's about to fracture his jaw from how wide his gaping mouth is getting. The two men climb into the front and openly laugh at his expression.

"Really, Okkotsu?" they say in unison.

"Wh-wh-wha-" He stutters.

"If you're that offended to see me, I can get out." You tease him, knowing he's going to grab your arm and make you stay. That's exactly what he does.

"Sorry, I was just surprised." He regains his composure. "Well, it's good to see you again, after last time…"

Uff, he shouldn't remind you because you wouldn't be able to control your cheeks getting flushed. There is another round of awkward silence before he decides to continue.

"Ah, right. You left your undergarments in the room last night, I thought you'd want them back so I-" before he can say anything else you slap your palm onto his lips, turning an embarrassing shade of tomato red.

"Not here, not right now!" You whisper-yell at him but his bodyguards/managers/goons/whatevers are quick to catch onto the conversation. Scarface who's driving the car gives you a perverted whistle without turning back and Bun-guy merely hums to himself, pretending to not have heard anything.

"T-Toji, that's impolite!" Yuta shouts at the scarface driver, turning red himself.

"It's not an uncommon thing with you. Aren't you creating quite a collection anyway?" The bun-guy butts in, leaving Yuta defenseless.

"Todo!" he yells at him too and slumps back into his seat, hiding his face. You study him. This was the champion race car driver an hour ago - and now he's a blushy, awkward, highly embarassing puddle.

"Collection, so you do this a lot huh?" You poke him.

"Absolutely not!" He sits up again. "Last night, I just…"

Now you're interested. Sounds like he broke a rule for you.

"Last night what?"

"Well, I just-"

"Oh my god, speak up, Okkotsu!" Toji screams from the wheel.

"Nevermind!" Yuta retorts and grabs your hands. "Are you coming to the after-party or not?"

"Well, I don't have a gown or anything…" You reply, looking down at your very non-party like clothing - a pin strip pant suit.

"Honestly…" He looks you dead in the eye. "You look so gorgeous, I don't want others to stare too much but if you want a dress, we can make a stop. I'll cover it, don't worry." He assures me, feeling a bit less awkward now.

For that compliment, he deserves to see a pretty dress on you and probably a flick to the forehead for making your heart race.

Todo seems to have a good eye for stores because the boutique he takes us to has a brilliant selection of clothes from classy to elegant to teasingly hot and even a corner for some sexy stuff.

You take some time to think and pick out a silvery satin cowl neck dress that compliments your cleavage and stops just a few inches shy of your womanhood. You also pair it will sparkly, strappy heels. You'll just have to make sure to walk properly to not expose anything… unless. When you walk out of the fitting room, you find Yuta waiting beside the billing counter, on his phone, matching your colors, in a light grey tux and black shirt-trouser set. He has combed his hair in a side part, looking rather sharp and you can smell his fresh cologne from a distance. He hears the clacking of your heels and looks up, his lips parting slightly at the sight.

For a moment when your eyes meet, everything stills, like the two of you are the only people in this room. The magnetic pull is something you have never experienced before, not even with Megumi, who you once thought was the love of your life. You walk over to him quickly, tucking your hair behind your ear and give him a twirl. "What do you think?"

"Might have to punch anyone who looks at you wrong tonight." He admits, sheepishly.

"W-What?" You mumble, looking away. Megumi could never. All he told you was to dress modestly so the men won't look. Never did he say he'd protect you. Maybe he never had the balls or talent to.

"Okay, you two get back in the car." Toji yawns at us, getting impatient or perhaps slightly weirded out by the clear tension between us.

The drive to one of Las Vegas' most affluent casino clubs was short and silent. You weren't really mentally prepared to see celebrities and big shots, partying away.

"This will be the best night of your life, I promise." Yuta assures you, intertwining his fingers with yours. You let him only because it calms your nerves. There are a few questions you need answers to though.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask and see Yuta's brow furrow.

"Are you uncomfortable or anything? You can't tell me-"

"It's not that... it's just..." you start. "It really doesn't make sense."

"I am not the most spectacular lay in the world." you admit. "I'm sure you have the world's most exquisite looking women dying to get time with you. I just don't see how being with me can benefit you."

You notice yourself putting yourself down and try to stop but your self-esteem is at an all-time low. That was one of the prime reasons you didn't want to meet up again with anyone you hooked up with during this trip. You wanted to leave feeling all parties involved had the best time of their lives and had no complaints.

Maybe lust got the better of Yuta and he'd come to his senses any minute.

"I think I liked the fact that you had no idea who I was..." He says and you raise your brows.

"I'm sorry I was unaware-"

"Nope, it's a good thing... I felt like I could just be the party loser, Yuta, for once... not a papped, scrutinized driver, Yuta. It felt oddly liberating." He admits.

"Plus, I-" He starts but swallows his words. "Do you remember what we talked about on the way to the hotel?"

You were not paying too much attention back then, being bowled over by the need to fuck someone, but... what did you say?

"Kids, we're here. Catch up later." Todo lets you two know, looking back. Before you could get off though, Yuta leans over.

"Are you going to tell me your name now or not?" He says. The shadows must be playing tricks on your eyes because in the dark, illuminated by paparazzi flashes you find your heart drumming inside your chest, unable to break eye contact.

"Y-Y/N. My name's Y/N." You say finally.

Yuta smiles wide at this and grabs one of your hands, opening the door to his flashy car and the light, noise and cheers hit you all at once.

He helps you get out suddenly, facing a sea of stunned yet curious people, you find yourself wanting to cry from embarrassment.

Oh no. no no no no no! What were they going to print about you now? What will you tell the managing director at your company about this PR scandal?

"Relax." Yuta holds your hand firmly. "I'll make sure only the news you want gets out." He reassures you, find your fingers again, locking them into his and you feel slightly better as you guys make our way to the inside, walking the red carpet.

The casino obviously is so maximalist, it hurts your eyes to say the least. There are people dressed in grandeur lining up at food tables, cigar tables and alcohol tables. There are some playing a few rounds of poker or gambling away at the machines. You are unable to focus on any one spot because all of it is so grandiose, you can't help but gawk at everything!

When people spot the two of you though, they quickly make their way over. Yuta is today's champion after all - this party is for him. They have a lot of good things to say to him - words of admiration, congratulations, words of passive aggressive envy but what all of them have in common is the looks of confusion or judgement they throw at you. One side-eye with a raised brow and they excuse themselves. Sure, no sparkly dress can make you look like one of them, but you had no idea 'big'-shots had the smallest sense of morals and social etiquette. Yuta introduces you as a 'good friend' to them and although it stings at first, this is a necessary step. It's what you would want and would cause the least amount of headache for the both of you. You aren't really friends or aren't really dating after all.

'One time Hookup-ers' isn't exactly a PR friendly term.

"Sorry about them. Most of them lack manners." Yuta says nervously but you reassure him that nothing they say can dent your self-image.

"No amount of looks they give me can change the fact that I'm not drowning in daddy's money, but my own." You smirk at him, leaving him impressed.

The two of you go through a few more people until you finally get to retire to a corner table of the giant ball room.

"How do you do this?" you ask, staring up at the magnificent chandelier crowning the hall.

"Well the boys never stay back for these kinds of things, we run off to different parts of the city to get wasted." He replies. "Just not before race night." You look at him with some mischief tingling behind your smile. He takes this chance to lean in closer and bump noses with you.

"And you thought I was inexperienced, didn't you?"

"So that's how you aren't a virgin...hmm, adventurous."

But Yuta shakes his head. "I've dated before. We ended things and I'm just beginning to explore my options now..."

"You must be spoilt for choice." You try to boost his ego, smiling wider as you feel his breath fan your face. Oh, how you could use a kiss right now. A kiss with everyone watching.

"I'm not spoilt for good choices." He says. "Having a choice doesn't always mean they're the best option for you." Damn, that's harsh. You cup his cheek in your hand and gaze into his dark blue eyes.

"And yet you gave me a chance-"

Before you can finish though, you hear a pair of boots slapping the ground while running in your direction.

"Okkotsu Yuta, you were supposed to give me the post-race comments. The media is waiting!" You hear a woman yell out as she approaches the two of you. She is dressed in a simple yet elegant navy-blue ensemble. Her eyes look disappointed, but her beautiful face, with its under-lip mole, maintains its poise. Yuta greets her with a sigh.

"I will, I will." He tells her. "Rika, let me off for today at least."

"No can do, Yuta." she shakes her head, getting her phone out.

"You can give me a few phrases and I'll piece together something coherent." she offers but Yuta doesn't want to hear it.

"Um, kind of in the middle of something?" He reminds her, circling his arm around your back.

The woman, Rika, gives you a pointed look. "You get one of those every other week. This is important business Yuta."

What does she mean those? You slightly free yourself from Yuta's embrace and look at him, confused. He looks as unaware as you are.

"Rika, you-"

"Yuta, you should stop toying with chicks. New one every few days. And when they want to get serious with you, I have to deal with all those calls and messages." Rika rants on and Yuta's eyes are getting wider by the minute.

For a second, you feel an empty pit in your stomach but before it can show on your face, you stand up.

"So that's how it is, huh?" you corner Yuta who looks aghast.

"Why am I even surprised?" you mutter, walking away from them. You remember Megumi's deadpan face as he walked out after you caught him and his mistress together. Yuta will be the same.

You reach for the balcony door to get some fresh air, but you feel your elbow being grabbed. It's Yuta. Huffing and very worried.

"W-wait, Y/N." He pleads.

You choose to keep your face neutral.

"It's fine. it's not like we were dating. Maybe, tell that woman to be mindful about her language though because the next time she addresses me as if I'm some object, I'll punch her." That threat, You are very serious about. This was a bad idea after all. You don't belong in the world of racecars, and parties and high-profile vips. You are happy with your computer and 3 cups of americanos, building prolific, useful software, from your cramped up office.

"Listen, Y/N... She was lying!" He tries to reason, and you take a look at him. You mentally give him thirty seconds to explain himself. He takes the cue and wastes no time.

"She's the one I dated. She has been my manager for a long time, and it has been some time since we split. I thought she had moved on since I saw her with another driver a while back but looks like she's still bitter." He explains frantically. But who he has dated isn't even your concern.

"I don't want to deal with fragments of your past, especially ex-flames, Yuta." you say bluntly. "I'm sorry, I have to leave now. Goodbye. Thanks for the evening."

You free yourself from Yuta's clutches, stifling a sob and heading towards the exit. You may have been seeing things, but you see a fluff of white follow you out from the corner of your eyes. It wasn't Yuta though.

Why did you care? It shouldn't matter.

No amount of love could bring people a universe apart, after all.

To be continued....READ PART 3 HERE!!

a/n: Okay there is practically no smut here but the plot needs some build up. Part 3 gonna be out soon and it's going to have a lot of smut, stay tuned guys!

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subway-boss-jericho · 8 months ago

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Fuck it. Silly post time

My doodles from my class notes this + last week. I have been struggling to draw my guys on model lately so you can see some of the Struggles. go ahead, look at em. i am so human but watch me go. Anyways, these are in order from oldest to most recent (the ones I did in class today.) Trying to figure out how i want to draw them again, because it seems I can never quite do it the same way twice. Mildly frustrating, but it does leave space for silly posts like this. I hope someone else finds as much amusement in offended tynamo as I do.

AUs include spirit keeper (I've forgotten how to draw??? his hair??? which is like his most identifying feature???? don't know where THAT muscle memory went but it is GONE) and also Steady Tracks Ingo (who I have Never figured out how to draw in the first place tbh). Also pictured: an intentionally rare little ingo appearance. Also noticed I've been drawing more canon-compliant doodles than I normally do, so that's neat! Top right image (the third one) is my INSANELY botched attempt at drawing the One Move twins. Literally turbo fucked that one. look at ingo's face. Unrecognizable. Will I stop using an ink pen? when I die maybe

Anyways. God be damned I am Having Fun. Wanted to offer you my doodles in the hopes they make someone else smile too today. Oh the train is just a train, I just figured you guys would like that one. Even though I'm struggling to keep my pen steady or my lines consistent, I am still very happy with several things here. The smoke on the train, and the two middle Emmets on the very last image in particular I really love

silly post complete. have a great timezone

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irondadfics · 1 year ago

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So, I want some fics where Peter hides his identity from Tony and the Avengers, especially with identity shenanigans. I need something to read all night, after all. This includes fics where he's an intern. Longer fics would be appreciated! Only on ao3 please, my Kindle Paperwhite can't go on FF.net due to Cloudflare.

Fics that I already know about (so don't recommend them):

Hidden Truths by lostintheclouds321

Coffee, Interns, and Other Mysteries by sabertoothhousecat

Intern Spider by Emily_F6

Rise from the Ashes; Just to See You Again by Milstrim

Throwing Caution to the Wind by violetsunflowers (violet_sunflowers)

Just a friendly neighborhood spider by sarcasmismyweapon

Cluless is My Middle Name by pandaluna

Chasing a Spider by pandaluna

Adopting Identities by Thisisentertaining

Finding Home by Pink_Sunsets

Evasion by gammathetaalpha

Martian Child by Phiod_Muse

here’s some recommendations

Missing Links by spagbol99

The Rogues are back; Tony Stark couldn't even be mad about it - it was his idea after all. He's an Avenger and that means protecting the Earth at any cost - even if he has to deal with a certain star-spangled man and his sullen sidekick. After all, he's been through worse in his life; the loss of his wife and the disappearance of his son 12 years ago. Compared to that, this would be a walk in the park. Bucky Barnes is back on US soil as a free man. But freedom is more than just physical. On top of that, Steve is desperate for him to be the man he was before. The only problem is; that man is long dead. Peter Parker has been through the mill but he knows he just had to adapt, roll with the (many) punches and keep going. Spider-man is his safe place now, the one time he could truly feel like himself. Like he is making a difference. He'd make sure no one would suffer like he has, even if he has to track down the perpetrator himself.

Thunder and Attrition by magniloquentChanteuse

Peter Parker had been Spider-Man for five months and things were looking up. The beautiful and intelligent Gwen Stacy was showing interest in him. He found budding friendships with the Avengers. His reputation was growing in New York City. Spider-Man seemed to be at the top of his game and Peter Parker was finally regaining his footing after the death of his Uncle Ben. But as Gwen lamented his lack of attentiveness, the Avengers sniffed around Spider-Man's secret identity, and a mysterious man with a strange power and a terrifying plot emerged, Peter realized that he still had a lot to learn about leading this life he'd chosen. And with tragedy poised over his head, ready to fall, Peter was going to need to learn fast.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Homecoming AU. Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway. So he leaves. Simple. Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on. And that’s when things get complicated.

#fic rec list #fic rec #secret identity #the avengers

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nexxen24 · 2 days ago

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The Chain --- Chapter One

Surprise!!!! Here is Chapter One of my IndyCar AU!!!!! I finished it and got too excited lol. I know close to nothing about Indy so don't come for me but I'm trying lol. Also this will follow the same format as One Last Job, between Alex and John with John up first!!! DISCLAIMER: You do not need to have read One Last Job to enjoy this, yes the names are the same but the backstory is VERY different.

The Chain

A John Walker X OC AU

“And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again.”

1: Walker (Words: 5603)

Monaco, May 1985

Formula One Monaco Grand Prix

I held on tight to the wheel, eyes locked on the car in front of me as he crossed the line and I let out a frustrated sigh, pulling myself into the pits and hopping out, seeing my number and name in a spot I didn’t want it to be. I started in a bad spot and ended even worse, coming in eighteenth, the last of the drivers who actually managed to finish the race. It was the third bad finish in a long string of them and I was annoyed to say the least, frustrated and it got worse when I spotted Joseph staring at me, eyes narrowed and I sighed, jumping out of the car and slipping off my helmet, tossing it to one of the engineers. I hated the way they looked at me, like I was the problem when it had to be the car, it just didn’t run right, it spun left the wrong way and the back tires were too slick for the track. None of it was because of me…just the car.

But they didn’t look that convinced and frankly I didn’t blame them, I didn’t feel convinced and that turn on lap 60 was all me, not the car and I got knocked from 4th to 18th like it was nothing. Didn’t do much better for the rest of the race and by the way Joseph was staring at me, I could tell that he didn’t appreciate the latest showing from his supposed American dream. But I tried to tell him that I didn’t feel as good as my supposed brilliant father, didn’t feel like I could do it or get anywhere and I was pretty sure that Joseph had finally realised that. The look on his face was telling me enough and I sighed as I pulled off the rest of the protective gear. I ended up with my suit tied around my waist and just the bottom layer on top as I leaned against the wall, Joseph glaring at me.

“I know.”

“No, I don’t think you do,” he said and I sighed.

“Look…That race sucked.”

“The race engineer said that you refused to allow William to pass, you know…the good teammate and spun out from behind with an 18th place finish. We lost points TWICE because of you.”

“Joseph…”

“If that sentence is going to be an excuse…keep it,” he snapped and my mouth shut with a click as I gave him a nod. “We need to talk about your future Walker and I’m not sure that Brabham is going to be in it. We have a new guy in the wings and I want him to drive the car for the rest of the season and for 86.”

“What about me?”

“Talk to Mike, go back to IndyCar.”

“Joseph…”

“You were good at Indy, John, you actually got points and delivered good races and made a name for yourself, the American audience loved you.”

“My dad…”

“Your father was good, he raced with greats and even challenged Andretti when he was in the last few seasons but you…you’re not ready. God knows your ego is too damn big and it’s only getting bigger the longer you lie to yourself.”

“Joseph…”

“No…John, call Mike, go back to IndyCar.”

“Sure…” I muttered and he patted my shoulder as I sighed and left the helmet behind, walking off and out of the garage, hoping to make it back to the hotel room before I could make a bigger fool of myself.

***

Call Mike.

The idea sounded a bit easier than it was, calling my brother Mike, my old manager back in IndyCar and a pseudo manager even now who loved to dictate my entire future. He was the guy that wanted me to come here, to check out Formula One, be as good as dad while I was trying to get him to let me stay behind, to stay in Indy where I was okay, I was thriving, I was performing. But Mike was never the type of guy to get comfortable or sit for too long somewhere that was easy and pushing me had been his favourite pastime since we were children.

My older brother Micheal Walker aka Mike was ten when I was born and for years he’d called me a mistake, an accident and even a means to make my mom shut up since dad was always on the road. Sure I never believed him, he was just being an annoying older brother but there was always that nag in the back of my mind that maybe he was right, I was second best and years of karting made it even more clear. Dad wanted Mike to race, he wanted him to take the Walker name back to Formula One and prove that the American’s still had it in them. Sure they had Andretti, but dad wanted more and had instilled that winning spirit inside of us for as long as I remember.

Mike made it to Indy and he was good, he won the championship once back in 1973 but it all came crashing down when dad died during a test in Arizona. A friend and team owner asked him to test their car, he said yes and slammed into a barrier going close to 200 miles per hour and died on impact. I was only eighteen and Mike quit the sport to act as dad, to be my manager and help me get to where he was striving to be and had been pretty good at it for the past ten years. Now I was gonna phone him and tell him I failed, that dad raised two sons to succeed and neither of them could.

“John,” he began and I frowned at the lack of a hello.

“Mike,” I muttered and we were quiet for a second before I cleared my throat. “Uh…I just got done talking to Joseph.”

“I know…he phoned me.”

“Really?”

“Got off about an hour ago, I’ve been waiting for your call.”

“Oh…so you know…”

“Yeah,” he muttered and I cringed. “I know. He told me. Reserve for the rest of the season and you're out for 86.”

“Sorry…”

“No, save it,” he said and I frowned, dragging the landline over to the bed and laying back on it.

“Look…I tried. But these cars…”

“John…No excuses,” he snapped and I nodded, shutting my mouth. “Look…I know this sucks but it’s not the end of the world and I have a spot for you back home, stateside.”

“In Indy?”

“Yes in Indy. I have a team.”

“You already did have a team,” I said and remember how excited he was to acquire a low ball team two years back, he even had plans to name it Walker racing.

“Yeah well…teams fail, I got a new one,” he said and I frowned. “I partnered with this Indy obsessed businesswoman, Valentina Fontaine…or De Fontaine and she can get the big sponsors and the better cars. We have a deal with Honda and a pretty good looking car for the 86 season, we just need a third driver.”

“Did you race this year?”

“Yeah…it went poorly…picked some bad drivers but we have a whole new team lined up for next year, including a pretty good rookie and this veteran you’ll like a lot, but that third seat is still empty.”

“You want me,” I said and could hear Mike chuckle.

“Yes, John, the team wants you.”

I looked out the window to spot the skyline of Monaco, still bright and full of energy thanks to parties celebrating today's race and knew that I was out of my element all the way across the pond. Brabham was supposed to be a shot at redemption, at making a name for myself like dad all those years ago but it wasn’t…I failed. I wasn’t cut out for it and maybe Joseph was right, the ego was too big and I was too cocky, too sure of myself. I thrived in Indy, I even missed it and travelling to those small ass cities who’s whole year was dedicated to when IndyCar came to town felt like a dream. You really felt like you made it when you hit Indy and sure it wasn’t Nascar, we weren’t the Daytona 500 but we were the best in open wheel American racing. Maybe I didn’t need to be the best in the world, just the best of the sport that gave me a shot all those years ago.

“I’ll do it,” I said and Mike chuckled.

“Good, meet me at home.”

“Really?”

“Finish out the 85 season and head home,” he said and I was about to call it and hang up when Mike stopped me. “Oh…And John?”

“Yeah.”

“Drop the ego before you get here…I and no one else needs that.”

“Will do,” I said and he said goodbye before the line went down and I slammed the phone back in the cradle with a sigh.

I shoved the whole thing back on the side table before laying back, arms crossed under my head and hoped that this was a good idea, that it would work and I’d get back to the glory I felt all those years ago. Or I’d fail…crash and burn and all that I’d ever done would be for absolutely nothing.

Macon, Georgia, April 1986

Walker Family Farm

Coming home, what a novel concept that I wasn't the biggest of since home meant dealing more closely with my brother. A man that had never been my biggest fan but at least there were some perks and I parked my rented Bronco in the driveway before hopping out and spotting who I was pretty sure had died in my absence.

“Oh my God, Mandy?” I asked and she perked up, jumping to her feet despite her age and running over, nearly tackling me to the ground. “God, girl, how old are you?”

“She’s 12,” Mike called from where he was standing on the porch, arms crossed as the giant St. Bernard licked mine.

“God…I figured she was old but really that old?”

“Dad bought her, remember?” Mike asked and I did…but it just meant that he had been gone for over a decade.

“Yeah…I remember,” I muttered and hugged the dog before she wandered back over to Mike and took her spot back near the door. “How’s mom?”

“Dying,” he deadpanned and I cringed. “It’s true. She’s in Atlanta.”

“With who?”

“Evelyn.”

“Oh God, not Auntie Evelyn.”

“Yeah, she jumped at the chance.”

“I’ve always hated that woman,” I muttered and sighed at the thought of our mother’s terrible older sister being the one to look after her. “Does she remember anything?”

“No, mom’s pretty out of it,” Mike said and stepped inside as I dropped my duffle on the floor, taking a seat at the bench that overlooked the field.

Our mother, Emily Walker, was diagnosed with dementia shortly after dad died and she stopped remembering to celebrate his birthday every year. I had heard that he moved her to Atlanta about a year back but didn’t know it was that bad or that she was so close to following him into the ground. She didn’t remember him or us so we both never bothered to visit and sure I felt like an ass but I had already lost her, I wasn’t about to do it again.

“At least she left behind the recipe,” Mike said and placed a pitcher of what looked like sweet tea and some glasses on the side table before he poured a glass, topped with a slice of lemon and handed it over. “I got a pie in the freezer.”

“Apple?”

“Of course, frozen from the harvest over at Montgomery last summer, dude had so many.”

“Did you make it?”

“I might’ve.”

“Oh God, maybe I’ll skip it,” I muttered and he glared at me.

“Don’t need to make steaks on the grill either.”

“Hey, don’t get too mean,” I shot back and Mike kicked my leg as I chuckled, moving the glass so I wouldn’t spill. “So…what’s changed in like three years?”

“Nothing much around here, I just got older and this house got worse off.”

“Thinking of selling?”

“Montgomery wants the land, might do it,” he muttered and I nodded in agreement, glancing at the old barn way off in the corner.

“Is the Mustang still in there?”

“She’s been waiting for you,” he said and I smiled, dreaming of that gorgeous 64 and a half Mustang I got as a graduation present all those years ago, nearly a decade and it was the last thing dad ever got me.

“I’ll have to return my truck,” I said and leaned forward, petting Mandy as Mike sighed.

“Indy has changed.”

“Well yeah, you got a new team.”

“Not just that, the rest of the teams have changed as well.”

“Do tell.”

“You remember Stark?”

“Tony? God…that guy was an ass.”

“He sold the Avengers in 83.”

“What? Why?”

“Something about needing a change, I think he had a kid,” Mike said and my eyes stayed wide since everyone assumed the sport would kill the great old Tony Stark. “He sold the team to Alexei Shostakov.”

“The Russian?”

“Yeah, he calls it Thunderbolts now and they’re good, really good.”

“How good?”

“His pride and joy, this female driver out of California, she won both 84 and 85,” Mike muttered and I was about to add to it when he cut me off, “as a rookie in 84.”

“Back to back in her first two seasons…that…”

“Hasn’t been done since you,” Mike muttered and I glared at him, sipping my tea but knowing he was right.

I got into IndyCar after a stupid stint in Nascar for the 1978 season, thinking that closed wheel racing could be my new thing and almost killed myself on the last lap of the ‘78 Daytona 500. Mike basically forced me into IndyCar since dad had always wanted it and with him gone I needed to honour his legacy. I agreed and joined his old team, Walker Racing(that he inherited from dad) for the 1979 season and I won it all. I was miles ahead of every team on the track and did the same thing again for 1980 when my luck ran out after the appearance of the Avengers and their pride and joy, Steve Rogers.

He, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson were Tony’s first team and God were they good, too good and managed to win it all every season before I left for Europe. Sam and Steve both retired since they had worked with Andretti prior to Stark and I had to assume Bucky did the same, a true veteran who was in Indy even before I was. I was the guy that stopped him from getting back to back championships and he wasn’t my biggest fan after that.

“Who else is on the Thunderbolts?”

“Alexei’s daughter, Yelena Belova who’s good but cautious and easy to pass and your old pal, Bucky Barnes.”

“He’s still around?”

“He retired in ‘84 but Alexei got him back only a few months after, he took over for another driver that year.”

“What about their champion, she’s not Yelena.”

“No…she’s Alex…Cross,” he said and I narrowed my eyes as to where I had heard that name before.

“I know that name…”

“I'd hope so, she's the only kid of the legend that is Anton Cross.”

“God…the Formula One driver?”

“Bingo,” Mike said and I whistled, impressed and a bit shocked that Anton even had a child.

Our father, Caleb Walker, was the first American to ever win a Formula One championship with Lotus back in the late 60s, Anton was the second, winning it with Matra the year after. They went on to be rivals for their entire stint in F1 and neither got back on top, too busy trying to kill each other. Anton disappeared after the 72 season and everyone assumed he had died or just faded away. But to know he had a kid and was likely spending his days training her made those back to back wins all the more likely. Sure I had the talent of Caleb Walker flowing through my veins but the way that Anton drove was like nothing else.

People used to nickname him the Phantom because he drove like his car was a ghost, floating over the track. I remember watching an interview he did on TV after the 1970 Monaco grand prix, a race he won over dad, and being fascinated with how he talked about it. Anton spoke of racing like a scientist, it was meticulous and well thought out, every piece of the track was perfectly figured out in his mind and he treated F1 almost like a dance. His teachings would be legendary and a part of me was eager to just talk to Alex, hear what she had to say and see if that greatness got carried over. It obviously did based on performance and I was shocked she hadn't been offered a seat…well…not that shocked.

“God Formula deserves a driver like her,” I muttered and Mike nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, too bad they're sexist,” he muttered and sipped at his tea as I sighed.

“She can have my spot, lord knows she’d be better.”

“Hey, maybe one day you’ll get back,” Mike said and I sighed, not liking my odds.

“Yeah…sure.”

“Hey, for now we can’t worry about that, we need to focus on the season first and getting you back to where you were before Formula One.”

“So…tell me more about the other drivers,” I suggested and Mike shook his head, downing the rest of his tea.

“Won’t need to, you’re going to meet them next week at an event before Arizona.”

“Already?”

“Avondale is on April 13th, we need to be ready for it, you haven’t raced on ovals in a while and we have a few practice sessions set up in the new car,” Mike said and I sighed, standing and petting Mandy on the head, shocked this was already getting started so fast. “You’ll be great John and much like how Bucky ended your repeat championship, you can do the same for Alex Cross.”

“Yeah okay, the daughter of Anton.”

“Hey, she can only use that for so long,” he said and I sighed as Mike gathered up the dishes and headed inside as I stayed out with Mandy.

There was a lot to think about, from the season starting in less than a week to the fact that an old rival was on the other team and I was recreating what had happened to my father and her’s in Formula One. Maybe the rivalry would be fun, would add a bit of excitement to an otherwise boring season and give the fans a good show. Or it would end in flames, only time would tell.

Avondale, Arizona, April 1986

3 Days Before the 1986 IndyCar World Series

It felt like old times, waking up in an RV parked on the outside of a circuit in a random US town that’s waited literally the whole year for this moment. In towns like this Indy was huge, and understandably so since as much as the sport annoyed me I loved these moments and these weekends. It felt like old times, following my dad to the nearest race and watching him win or at least try. He was in Indy for close to a decade before Formula One and was one of the people that put the sport on the map, made it a household name and proved that open wheel racing could make it big in America.

I groaned and got up, reluctantly, making myself a coffee with the pathetic little coffee maker in the corner before slipping on an old Ford t-shirt and some shorts since it was hot for April. I added some Nike lows that I had carried for years before deciding the look was fine, pouring my coffee in a to-go cup and pulling open the door.

“Jesus Christ," I said since Mike was already there, hand outstretched towards my door.

“Sorry, I was just about to knock.”

“Why?”

“I said 9 and it’s 9:10,” he shot back and began to walk off as I debated going back in for some rum to add to my coffee and deciding against it.

“Jeez…sorry…I didn’t know the schedule was so strict.”

“It is when you have 3 days till race weekend and lots of testing,” he shot back and led me through the collection of trailers belonging to the other teams. “You’ll have a half dozen sessions with the car before we really start practicing on Friday, quali is on Saturday and of course the race on Sunday. This one is big because we need to brand Fontaine as a winning team and a good first race is a shove in the right direction.”

“How bad was 85?”

“Pretty bad,” Mike muttered and I sipped my coffee, following him along the track before coming upon the team. “We got 6th overall in the standings, the only reason we won a single race was thanks to Ava, you’ll like her.”

I nodded as he stopped where the rest of the team was gathered in the middle of the track near the pits where a few of the engineers were looking over the cars. I still used the same number, 04 as a cheeky reference to my stupid July 4th birthday and ran a hand along the car sporting it. It looked pretty damn good and the Fontaine colors were sure pretty, all black and red with some large white spots for the sponsors. I hoped my helmet and suit looked similar since it was a hell of a colourway and I glanced up to find I wasn’t alone.

“Pretty isn’t she?”

I turned to find a woman with a British accent standing behind me, dressed in cut off shorts and an old Penske tee, a wide grin on her face. I placed my coffee on the ground and stood, rubbing my hand on my shorts before holding it out and she shook it, pushing up her sunglasses with a smile.

“John Walker,” I greeted.

“Ava Starr,” she said and my eyes widened a bit that this was Fontaine’s 85 secret weapon. “I’ve heard too much about you.”

“All bad,” Mike shouted and I glared at him before we were joined by a young guy with a wide grin on his face, dressed in basketball shorts and a mismatched jersey. “That’s your third seater and fellow rookie, John.”

“Hi, Joaquin Torres,” he greeted and I held my hand again, the guy shaking it a little too hard as I pulled back and shook my arm out.

“Why do I know that name?”

“I was trained by Sam Wilson,” he said and I nodded, remembering Sam mentioning a protege back in 82.

“Took you this long?”

“I tried Nascar before this, switched when Mike came knocking at the request of Sam.”

“Well…Sam Wilson made a good call, he always knew too much about this damn sport, a true legend.”

“I was actually convinced because Mike said you’d be here,” Joaquin said and my eyes widened.

“Huh…what?”

“Sure I trained under Sam but I remember being enamoured when you won 79 and 80, I was so excited to meet you but we never got the chance.”

“Yeah…I fell off a bit when Sam returned.”

“Didn’t Barnes win 81?”

“He did,” I muttered and didn’t want to have to relive how much he won by…it was a lot to say the least.

“God, I can’t believe they got him back,” Joaquin muttered and looked at the pit set up next to us, all black and yellow with thunderbolts everywhere.

“Yeah, he was ready to retire after he won in 83,” I said and didn’t want to think of that disaster of a season either, especially not the Indy 500. “Do you know what brought him back?”

“You never heard?” Ava asked and I glanced up to find her sitting on a barrier across the pit lane.

“No, I didn’t,” I said and wandered over, Joaquin following. “I know he replaced a driver for the team but not…why.”

“Did you watch the 84 Indy 500?” she asked and I shook my head as Joaquin’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God…I totally didn’t put two and two together. That was their team?” he asked and glanced back at the pit set up as Ava nodded.

“Okay, shoot, what happened?” I asked and she leaned forward, taking off her sunglasses.

“The Thunderbolts started with a hell of a team for all rookies, Yelena Belova, Alex Cross and this so-so, Bob Reynolds,” she informed and I frowned, having never heard of the last one. “Bob was doing okay for the first couple races but he got good for the Indy 500, qualified third and people were sure he was going to get points finally or even win it, beat out Alex who had been undefeated. Then we get to lap 145 and Bob is in third, having a great race but something goes wrong and he slams into the wall on turn 4 and everything halts, the whole thing stops. The whole world thought he had died and Bucky was driving his car the next race.”

“Did he?” I asked and it was Mike that answered.

“He manages Alex!” he called and I sighed, glad he made it.

“Word is Bob is terrified of these things, won’t even get close to a car,” Ava said and I sighed.

“I don’t blame him,” I muttered and was forever grateful for never being in anything all that serious in all my years of racing. “A crash like that…he's lucky to still be breathing much less walking and talking.”

“Look, we're not here to get all scared about bad crashes, we have a job to do,” Mike said and turned, smiling since another person had decided to join us. “Here we are, this is the big guns, best behavior.”

“We're children now, not drivers,” Joaquin muttered and I chuckled as a woman stopped in front of us, dressed not very appropriately for the Arizona April heat.

She was dressed in a skirt with a blazer over it and a large sun hat, fancy looking glasses and what one could assume was a designer purse just added to an air of sophistication. She removed the glasses and smiled at all of us as Mike walked over, placing a hand on her shoulder and grinning out at the rest of us. He looked nervous, a look I wasn't used to seeing and I ignored the glare he sent me as the woman smiled at him.

“Team, this is Valentina Fontaine.”

“De Fontaine,” she corrected and Mike nodded.

“Right yes, De Fontaine. She's the owner and main sponsor for the team. She also got us that sweet Honda deal and is half the reason we have a fighting chance at any championship.”

“Oh trust me, it's less car and more driver,” she said and spread her hands out, smiling at the lot of us as I raised a brow.

“Well…you know Ava from 85 and we also have Joaquin Torres, a very promising rookie out of Louisiana, trained by Sam Wilson,” Mike said and Joaquin shook her hand. “And of course, my younger brother John, straight from the F1 circuit in Europe.”

“Hey, I started here,” I said and glanced around Avondale as Mike nodded.

“That he did. Won his first two seasons with our dads old team.”

“Caleb Walker was how I got interested in this sport,” Val said and I raised a brow.

“I had an ex who was obsessed with IndyCar, used to drag me to every race he could and we saw you that first season, 79. It was very impressive and I started looking deeper into it, shocking what happened to your dad.”

“Well…accidents happen,” I said and Mike nodded.

“Yes but to be retired and to come back as a favor for a test only to die during it…tragedy. He shocked the racing world for sure.”

Mike and I never liked to talk about dads accident or all the stuff that surrounded it like the testing and the crash. It was true, dad was retired for the 1976 season but he returned to this very track to test a new engine for a friend of his. The guy's name was Henry and he owned Parkwell Racing, a really bad team that had a shit couple of seasons. But he got a deal for a new engine and assumed it was his chance to make it big, a breakthrough. So he called dad, asked him to come by and test it and he did, Mike joining him since he was set to take over Walker Racing for 76 anyways. I had just graduated high school so I stayed back, debated my future and tried to come up with a way of telling dad I wanted to follow my best friend Lemar into the military rather than be a race car driver. The new engine worked a little too well and on the tenth lap dad lost control because of faulty and slammed into the wall at close to two hundred miles an hour. Mike saw it first hand, he knew he was dead on impact and was the one to break the news to mom and I back home. I was wrecked to say the least, and he convinced me to join Indy, to try it out instead of the military.

Frankly I was just grateful to get two years of college out of the deal before I began to dedicate myself to the sport and by 79 I was a champion. I wouldn't be here without that crash and Lemar…well…who knows, maybe he still would be but that was something I wasn't about to dwell on. I could tell that being here, at the track that cost dad's life was a lot for Mike and I grabbed his shoulder, leading him away from the team and Val who looked a bit confused. I led him over to the Thunderbolts pit since it was still empty and Mike took a seat on a stack of tires with a loud sigh.

“I always forget that test happened here,” I muttered and glanced at Turn One that was just across the way.

“I always hate that they start the season with Avondale, it's a reminder every time.”

“Hey, we're not supposed to dwell right, we have a huge weekend ahead of us,” I said as he eyed me before letting out a sigh.

“You're right we do and we have a test to get ready for, I think Damien, one of the engineers is done looking over the car.”

“You're okay right?”

“It's been a decade John, of course I'm okay. I've had to pick up the pieces of all the shit he left behind. It's what happens when you're ten years older, you gotta be an adult much faster.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be, I'm glad you're back,” he said and pulled me into a hug as clapping started up behind us.

We both turned to find a woman standing there, in shorts and a T-shirt with a racing jacket for Andretti of all people. A pair of beat up old converse high tops were on her feet and she was grinning behind a pair of RayBan’s as I raised a brow.

“Wow…Mike Walker, are you soft now?”

“No, just getting a pep talk,” he shot back and she chuckled, pulling him into a hug.

“Too bad, I thought I was gonna see a changed man this season.”

“Nope, same old hard ass.”

“Too bad.”

“Who are you?” I asked and she glanced at me, taking off the glasses as she went.

“Reigning champ.”

“You're Alex Cross,” I guessed and she nodded.

“You're very observant," she shot back and walked past, patting my back as she went.

“You're not gonna ask my name?” I called and Alex spun around, still walking but now backwards.

“I'll see it on the standings, pretty far under mine,” she shot back and my jaw dropped as Mike chuckled. “See you out there mystery man.”

I watched her walk off, giving Ava and Joaquin a smile as she went as my eyes narrowed, not liking that attitude. Sure she was the reigning champ for 2 years in a row but this was a whole new season, a whole new team and maybe even a whole new me.

“Wow…that was interesting.”

“Well we know one thing is clear,” I started and Mike raised a brow. “If you want a rivalry, you have one.”

Mike chuckled and patted my back before walking back over to the team as I huffed and puffed about Alex and her stupid attitude. I was gonna put the Walker name back on the map and show her that I had what it takes to not be way down in the standings like she was implying. I was back and better than ever, no matter what some punk seemed to suggest.

For I was John Walker after all and John Walker is a damn good driver.

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DadMight and Izuku (hit by a age/body regressing quirk) AU (part 4)

(i'm not a writer and English is my third language, this is just a brainrot i had to get out lol)

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When Mitsuki decided that morning to go shopping at the mall, last thing she imagined was seeing her high school best friend Inko and Toshinori- he’s-not-my-boyfriend-Mitsuki!!- Yagi standing in front of a toy store. But that’s not really the surprising part. What made Mitsuki stop in her tracks was a very familiar someone sitting on top of the former Number One Hero’s shoulders. Someone that Mitsuki remember being a bit older in the present time, and not a toddler. Oh did she miss Izuku’s chubby cheeks though.

Suddenly Mitsuki grins and runs towards the trio waving her hand “Ohiii Inko! Good morning!”.

Both the adults quickly turn towards the voice and Inko smiles recognizing her friend. “Mitsuki! Good morning to you as well!”

Mitsuki lets Inko greet her with a hug and then nods her head to Toshinori, who nods back to her.

“Auntie!” Mitsuki raises her eyes and sees little Izuku jumping up and down on Toshinori’s shoulders, making the man hold tighter on his legs so he doesn’t fall off.

“Look who it is! Izuku, you look WAY younger since last time I saw you. You have to tell me your secret.” She says making the toddler giggle.

Inko quickly apologises and explains their little situation to her. Mitsuki hums and standing up on her toes ruffles Izuku’s hair.

“As if my kid would tell me about something like this. Usually I get my updates about Katsuki from Izuku, now I understand why he didn’t reply to my last message yesterday. Well I’m glad it’s nothing bad.”

Inko nods and looks fondly at her kid. “Imagine if also Katsuki got affected by this quirk. It would’ve been nice to see them both as babies-“ Mitsuki laugh loudly.

“Fuck NO. I’m so glad my spawn didn’t get involved in this. I no longer have the patience I once had to deal again with his tantrums. I would’ve left him at UA and let his teacher deal with his ass.” She keeps laughing making Inko sigh. “Izuku though? He was always a sweetheart. If you want me to babysit I’m down. Although from the looks of it, you BOTH look to be dealing with it well.” Mitsuki grins raising her eyebrow at the men next to them. Both Inko and Yagi blush making the blonde woman laugh even harder.

“Soooo. Family shopping?” She asks. Inko was waving her hand in front of her face trying to cool down her rosy cheeks. “Y-Yes.. we don’t know exactly when Izuku will go back to normal and staying inside the house was making Izuku cranky. Also we need some clothes and things for him.”

“I see I see.” Mitsuki nods and grins. “Yagi-san, I see you have been escorting them.” She puts her hand on her hip and looks up at the man. Toshinori’s back straights up and looks at the blonde woman in front of him. “Y-Yes m’am. I thought that because of Young Midoriya’s delicate situation it would’ve been good to have someone look out for them.”

“Yeah? Surely it’s not becaus-“

“Auntie! Auntiee! Look what Toshi-san gifted me!” Izuku starts climbing on top of Toshinori’s head to show off his new All Might plushie to Mitsuki. “Young Midoriya please don’t do that, you will fall off!” Izuku doesn’t listen to the man so Toshinori had to grab onto the little backpack that the kid was wearing to make sure Izuku didn’t fall off.

“Oh my. How kind of Yagi-san, isn’t it Izuku?” The toddler starts nodding and puts the plushie in the middle of Toshinori’s head, letting it’s little legs dangle on top of the man’s eyebrows. “Yes! Toshi-san and Mama have been playing with me all day yesterday! We played pretend and then hide and seek and then we watched some movies!”

“Reeaaallyy?” Mitsuki looks back at Inko and grins.

Inko looks away from her friend’s amused eyes. She told Mitsuki about her situationship with Toshinori and since then the blonde has been enjoying teasing her about it. She enjoyed the telenovela, as she would always call it. Inko knew she didn’t mean it in a bad way, Mitsuki was incredibly supportive of her and truly wished the best for Inko and Yagi. She would often say how she deserved someone who would really love her, and that Yagi was perfect for her.

Inko looks back at her friend currently grinning at her. “M-Mitsuki whatever you are thinking, stop.” She warns, but the only reply she gets is one of her friends mischievous laughs. “I’m not doing anything! Anyway how about we get something to eat. My treat! Izuku do you want pancakes? I know a really good store here!” Izuku starts jumping again on Toshinori’s shoulders chanting pancakes over and over again. Both Inko and Toshinori sigh.

They all follow Mitsuki to a cafè and order pancakes and some ice cream. Izuku is overjoyed filling his mouth with food and syrup.

“Izuku slow down, you are going to choke on your food!” Inko scolds him while Toshinori takes a tissue and cleans the toddler’s face from all the syrup.

Mitsuki looks at the trio and smiles fondly. Toshinori Yagi was really a good addition to their little family. Oh she couldn’t WAIT to get home and tell all the new gossip to Masaru.

For now she might as well have a little fun with it. Mitsuki grins.

“Yagi-san I didn’t know you were that good with toddlers. I know you are a teacher but teenagers and kids this small are pretty different.” Mitsuki bends her arm on the table and puts her chin on her palm.

“Me? Oh no no, I’m flattered but I honestly don’t even know what I’m doing.” He laughs. “Inko-san has been extremely helpful teaching me, but I still have a lot to learn. All I can do is support her and play with Young Midoriya when he asks.” Toshinori smiles down at the kid in question, who smiles back at him with his mouth full of pancakes.

“That’s not true, Toshinori-san! Don’t undervalue your help like that.” Inko puts her hand on his arm. “So don’t sell yourself short. For someone with zero experience as a parent, you’ve been incredible with Izuku.”

Mitsuki sees the man blushing all flustered and giggles at the scene. They are so easy to mess with.

“Izuku looks comfortable with you, so you must be doing something right, Yagi-san.” She reassures him. “I mean I guess this is good practice in case... you know.” She winks at them.

Both Inko and Toshinori stop eating to look at her.

“Huh?” Inko breaks the silence. “What do you mean?” The smaller woman tilts her head to the side frowning. She looks to the side and locks eyes with Toshinori who looks at her as much confused. Suddenly both their faces turn red, and Toshinori starts coughing while Inko waves her hands around flustered.

“Mitsuki!! What is wrong with youuu!!” Inko grabs her friend’s arm shaking her, Mitsuki burst out laughing.

Izuku looks at his mum and Toshinori confused. “Mama? Are you okay?” Inko looks down at her son still with an evident blush on her cheeks. “Y-Yes honey! Auntie Mitsuki is just pulling a prank on your mum and Toshinori-san.” Izuku tilts his head and looks at his auntie who simply grins in return.

Inko and Toshinori calm down after a bit and Mitsuki doesn’t make fun of them anymore. They all finish eating and leave the store together, Izuku holding both Inko’s and Toshinori’s hand giggling whenever the adults pick him up letting him dangle between them.

“Alright it was fun while it lasted, thanks for the entertainment.” She laughs at Inko’s scowling face and then kneels in front of Izuku. “It was such a good surprise seeing you like this Izuku.” She puts her hand on Izuku’s cheek and smiles genuinely. “Be good for your Mum and Yagi-san, alright kiddo?” Izuku nods then raises his hand and delicately pushes his fingerpad against Mitsuki’s spiky hair giggling whenever it bounces back straight.

She laughs and ruffles Izuku’s hair making the kid giggle even more. Mitsuki would be lying if she didn’t missed this. Katsuki was handful as a kid but after spending the last hours with the trio she would be lying if she didn’t missed having a kid attached to her hip.

“Alright!” Mitsuki says standing up. “I’m going now. It was nice seeing you all!” They all say goodbye and Mitsuki leaves.

Inko watches her friend leaving and sighs. She’s glad that Mitsuki was tamer than her usual self but still... She looks up at Yagi and smiles apologetically. “I’m so sorry Toshinori-san. Sometimes Mitsuki can be a bit...too much. I hope she didn’t upset you or anything.” She bows and Toshinori start panicking putting his free hand on her shoulder. “It’s ok Inko-san! I’m not upset or anything, it just.. caught me off guard that’s it.” He laughs rubbing his neck with a small blush on his cheeks.

Izuku looks up at both the adults and frowns not understanding why his Mum and Toshi-san were all red in face. His confusion lasts short as soon as he notices a stand stall in a corner of the mall. He recognize it being one of those game stands where you play a game and win a prize, he has played one of those before and even won!

Izuku’s eyes fill with excitement and starts pulling both the adults towards it. “Look! Can I play?? Pleeeeeaseee. Please! Please! Please!” Izuku starts jumping pulling down each time both his Mum and Toshi-san, making them almost lose balance.

“Izuku, please calm down or you will make us fall!” Inko says amused and as soon as her kid calms down she looks up at the stall in front of them. It’s one of those where you pay and get a couple of balls to throw against cans to make them fall. “Izuku you already got a toy today. How about we come back another day, mh?”

But Izuku wasn’t listening to his Mum, his eyes were fixed on a particular plushie. Izuku in the past days spent so much time learning about all the new... the future heroes with Toshinori-san. So when he saw a Gang Orca plushie his interest immediately focused on that. Something Toshinori immediately noticed.

“Cmon Inko-san. One more toy won’t do harm.” He smiles down at her and looks at the man of the stall. “We’d like to play, thank you!” Izuku immediately starts jumping in place excited while Inko sighs and smiles.

“Can I try? I want to win Gang Orca!!!” Izuku grabs onto Toshinori’s shirt while jumping. The man smiles at the kid. “Of course, Young Midoriya! Just be careful.” Toshinori pays for a couple of rounds and both the adults sit down on a bench watching fondly the kid attempting to make some cans fall.

After a bit they see Izuku coming back to them with a frown on his face. Inko immediately straightens up and takes his hands as soon as he gets close. “Izuku? What’s wrong?” Izuku keeps his head low, with his chin touching his chest.

“Young Midoriya?” Toshinori puts his hand on top of the boy’s curls, a worried expression on his face.

“I’m sorry, I lost...” The adults look at each other and sigh.

“Izuku. Look up for me, baby.” Inko puts her hands on his cheeks raising his head. “I’m sorry you didn’t win the plushie you wanted. These games are hard even for adults! Hitting such a small target-“ Izuku quickly shakes his head.

“But I did hit some! They didn’t fall though, and the mister working there simply laughed and told me to try again and ask... you to pay for more rounds. But I don’t want to waste your money...”

Toshinori frowns and looks at the stall.

“Oh Izuku..” Inko’s glossy eyes match her kids and hugs him tightly. “And do not worry about the money, okay? I know when you were younger.. I mean right now you think that we are still struggling, but we are doing so much better.” She wipes with her thumb the tears from Izuku’s eyes. “I don’t think I told you but I got my University degree, you know the one you saw me study for.” She winks making the kid giggle.

“Really?? That’s so cool Mum!” While Inko cheers up Izuku, Toshinori stands up from the bench and walks towards the stall.

Toshinori looks down at the owner stall and then up to the cans positioned on the various shelves. Ahh.. of course. The oldest trick in the world. The retired hero smiles down at the stall owner and puts down on the table a couple of bills.

Inko pushes Izuku’s hair back while the kid info dumps on her about heroes. He calmed down quickly and doesn’t look bothered by losing at the stall anymore.

“Mama! We need to watch that movie Toshi-san told me abou-“ Izuku stops rambling as soon as he feels pressure on top of his head. He raises his little arms and touches on top of his head feeling a soft material sitting on top of him.

“You got it????!!”

In front of the mother and son stands Toshinori holding two big plushies. One of Gang Orca and one of a simple golden bunny. As soon as Izuku notices the plushie from the stall he jumps off the bench and takes the plushie hugging it tighly.

“Oh my. Toshinori-san you didn’t..” Inko covers her mouth amused looking down at her even happier than before kid.

“Eh it’s ok. Young Midoriya behaved very well these days, he deserves it.” Toshinori ruffles Izuku’s hair.

“Oh by the way...” A blush pops on the man’s cheeks. “This one is for you, Inko-san. It’s pretty dumb and childish but I hope you appreciate it anyway. But if you don’t that’s okay! Don’t wanna pressure you or anyth-“ Inko’s giggle interrupts the man’s rambling. She stands up and takes the plushie from Toshinori, her face red matching just like the man’s.

“Thank you. This is really cute, Toshinori-san... oh my it’s so warm in here.” She starts waving her hand in front of her face attempting to cool her blush down. “Izuku what do we say?” Inko looks down at her son attempting to distract herself.

Izuku gasps and runs towards Toshinori hugging his legs tightly. “Thank you, Toshi-san!!!! How did you win???” Toshinori laughs and ruffles Izuku’s hair. “How about I tell you in the car while we go back home?” The toddler start nodding vigorously making both the adults laugh.

The group leave the mall and drive towards the Midoriya’s household. At some point of the drive Izuku fell asleep, so Toshinori had to carry him and split some bags with Inko to carry into the apartment.

Once settled home Toshinori took Izuku to his bedroom leaving the kid to nap. They spent the whole morning out so he didn’t blame the kid to be tired.

Izuku’s nose itches. He scrunches it trying to make the itch go away but unfortunately it doesn’t work. He slowly opens his eyes and notices the cause of the itch. Gang Orca’s plush fur has been tickling his nose making the kid wake up. Izuku yawns stretching a bit.

He looks towards the window and sees light coming through, it was still day then. Izuku sits down on the bed letting out another yawn, when he hears them. Giggles. Were his Mama and Toshi-san playing without him?

Izuku jumps off his bed and walks towards the door. He silently opens it and pokes his head out in the hallway. Looking to his left he sees his mum and the man who has been playing with them the past days in the kitchen.

Inko has her hands on top of the taller man’s chest, while Toshinori’s were on her hips. They were dancing in circles around the kitchen table, both of them laughing happily. Izuku recognises the song playing from the tv, it was a yoghurt tv commercial that played that silly song.

Izuku smiles and covers his mouth to silence his giggles when he sees his mum accidentally stepping on Toshi-san’s toes. Then the commercial ends and they both stand still catching their breath from the dancing and laughing. Izuku puts his feet out of his room ready to join the duo when he sees his mum putting her hand on Toshi-san’s cheek and pulling him down towards her. Izuku gasps when the adults finally reach each other and kiss.

Oh.

Inko looked at the man in front of her. It was weird to love someone again after her last relationship ended so bad. At the beginning she was terrified. Bearing lots of insecurities, trauma and anxiety caused by so many events.

But Toshinori was so easy to love. It took her a while, and a couple months of therapy, to accept her feelings. Ever more to accept Toshinori’s unique courting. The man having no idea what to do , lacking a lot of experience about romance. Inko thought his attempts of flirting were the cutest thing ever, not because they were silly or very i-read-it-in-a-book-ish. But because she saw how much he tried and cared, all that for her.

Inko raises her hand and puts it on Toshinori’s cheek brushing it lovingly. Whenever he looked at her with so much fondness and care her eyes would always tear up. She truly wonders what did she do for such a blessing.

She delicately guides Toshinori’s face towards her, who immediately catches on and with a matching blush on their cheeks, they kiss. It’s simply a peck on the lips, but it’s enough to make both adult’s stomachs explode with butterflies.

They hear a gasp and a door closing delicately. Toshinori’s back straightens and looks towards the hallway.

“Oh my...” Inko covers her mouth embarrassed and looks up at Toshinori who drops his hands from her hips and scratches his neck, red just like his face.

“Do you think he... saw us? I’m so sorry Inko-san I should’ve been more careful-“ Inko puts her hand on his arm and shakes her head. “No, it’s not your fault. I should’ve been....” She sighs and looks towards the hallway where her child’s bedroom door stays closed. Their... situationship wasn’t anything official. Both adults too scared to give it a name. They didn’t even tell anything to Izuku... the older one. Oh boy this was going to be... something.

“I’m going to go talk to him.” Inko smiles at the man next to her and walks towards the bedroom door. She takes a deep breath and enters.

“Izuku? Baby?” She looks at all the toys scattered on the floor and frowns. Putting that thought aside she looks at her kid, sitting on the floor with his back resting on the side of the bed. In his hands the plushie Toshinori won him a couple of hours earlier.

She forces a smile on her face and approaches Izuku. “Did you sleep well, Izuku? Are you hungry?” Izuku shakes his head and keeps playing with Gang Orca the plushie’s hands. Inko sighs and using the bed as support she sits down next to the boy. Getting up will be annoying, but that’s a problem for future Inko.

“What... uhm... what are you thinking about?” She pulls Izuku’s hair behind his ear.

“Mhh.” Izuku shrugs his shoulders off and keeps his eyes on the plushie.

“Okay... how about we go question to question, mh? I ask you a question and you ask me one. Do not feel embarrassed or scared ok?” Izuku looks at his mum and nods. Inko sighs and smiles.

“OK, I’ll go first. Izuku, are you upset?” The toddler hides his face in the plushie’s belly and shakes his head. Inko mentally takes a sigh of relief, both glad that her kid is not upset and that he is replying to her.

“What would you like to ask me Izuku?” The boy hums and peaks up from his plushie looking at his mum. He look at her for what feels like minutes, and then looks towards the door of his room.

“Where is Toshi-san?” He asks. Inko blushes a bit and starts nervously playing with a strand of her hair.

“Uhm, he is in the kitchen! Do... do you want me to call him?” Izuku nods and with a sigh Inko puts her hand on the bed using it as support to stand up. After a couple of attempts and multiple bone cracking sounds, Inko drops back on the floor with a scoff.

“...Mama are you okay?”

“Yes, baby.” She says with a pained groan. “Could you please cover your ears for a second? Mama has to shout.” Izuku quickly covers his ears and Inko takes a deep breath.

“TOSHIN-“ The door slams open and a worried looking Toshinori enter the room.

“Are you both okay?? Is anyone injur-“

“Everything is ok, Toshinori-san.” Inko smiles up at him. “Izuku wanted you to be here as well while we were talking.” The man looks down at both the Midoriyas a bit nervous.

“Oh! Yes... I will take a seat then.”

“Not on the floor, trust me.” Inko says with a pained expression. Toshinori nods sympathetically and sits on the bed next to Izuku.

Awkward silence fills the room once again, and both the adults look at eachother.

“Ok Izuku, we are all here. Uhm... do you want to continue with the question game or-“ Izuku quickly stands up and runs towards the shelf where all his toys were sitting. He picks up an All Might figure and sits down on the carpet starting to play with it. Toshinori looks fondly at the boy making All Might fly on top of Gang Orca. He feels eyes on himself and notices Inko staring at him with her arms crossed. Right- the conversation.

“Young Midoriya- I understand this can be.. a lot, to process. Uhm. I think it’s important we have this conversation. We can play lat-“

“Why did you and Mama kissed?” Izuku asks, and toy All Might suddenly is climbing the bookshelf next to him to rescue plushie Gang Orca currently stuck on a higher shelf.

“....”

“........”

A matching blush appear on both the adult’s faces.

“R-Right... straight to the point I see.” Toshinori looks at Inko hoping she would take lead of the conversation. She rolls her eyes and takes a breath.

“You see Izuku... for the past couple of months your mum and Toshinori-san has been... trying to know each other a bit more. Just two grownups spending some time together.” Izuku frowns but doesn’t stop playing.

“I know this must be a bit confusing for you to understand, because how young you are. Uhm... Toshinori-san has become a close friend to our family for a couple of years now. He cares about you a lot, you know.” She smiles when Izuku raises his eyes to watch his mum.

“Does that mean dad won’t come back?” The question shocked her and Inko realized how actually confusing it must be for her son. Older Izuku knows the history of his dad and what he did, but the Izuku in front of her doesn’t yet. When her son was younger she would often lie about his dad whereabouts.

Inko opens her arms and Izuku runs into her hug. She kisses his head and puts her chin on his head.

“I’m sorry Izuku. I should’ve been more careful.. so much has happened since you were this small. But you don’t know it yet. To answer your question... no. He won’t come back. And I’m sorry on his behalf for disappointing you.” She feels Toshinori’s hand squeezing her shoulder, and she is so glad to have him supporting her in this situation.

Izuku hums and hides his face in his mum’s chest hugging back.

“Does that mean you are not sad anymore?”

“....no, baby. I am not sad anymore. I haven’t been sad for lots of years. Gosh you are such a smart boy.” Her eyes wells up but she doesn’t let the tears fall. “If anything I am the happiest now. I have a wonderful and kind son, I finished my studies and have a good job... and I got blessed with a kind and thoughtful uhm..” The word remains stuck in her throat. Calling Toshinori her boyfriend. As much as it would be accurate she didn’t think it fit them considering their age.

Izuku leans back looking up first at his mum and then at the man sitting next to them.

“Mhhhhhh Kacchan once said that grownups kiss people they love. Like auntie Mitsuki and uncle Masaru... Toshi-saaan do you love my Mama?”

Toshinori’s face blows up red at the question.

“I-I...” He looks down at Inko who has hidden her also red face behind her hand. Then he looks at the boy sitting on her legs and straightens his back up.

“Yes, Young Midoriya. I love your mum a lot. She is...” Toshinori’s and Inko’s eye lock. “...extraordinary. Smart. Patient. Kind. Beautiful. Every moment I spend time with her I feel like the happiest man on this planet. You both are a gift that I will be always grateful for and that I will treasure forever if you let me.”

Inko’s tears finally fall and she moves her hand to put it on top of Toshinori’s, still placed on her shoulder.

“Toshinori-san... I feel the same. I-I was over thinking because of our ages and all, thinking it would be silly to call myself a girlfriend like some teenager...-“

“Then be my partner of life. I feel the same about the girlfriend and boyfriend thing-“ he laughs. “But if you’ll have me, it would be a honour to call you my life partner Inko-san.”

“Yes, please. I’d love to.”

Toshinori raises his hand and uses his thumb to dry the tears stuck on Inko’s eyelashes.

“Are you gonna kiss again??” Izuku asks tilting his head to the side watching them. They both giggle and Inko pulls Izuku into another hug.

“No, we won’t.” She pats her son’s head. “...What are you thinking about, Izuku?” Izuku hums and stares at Toshinori who simply smiles nervously.

“I... like Toshi-san. He is nice.. and he makes you happy, so I am happy. Also he plays a lot with me and even bought me Gang Orca!” He shoves the plushie into Inko’s face making her laugh. “ I like when Toshi-san tells me bed time story. He tells them better than you Mama, sorry.”

“Is that so... well I guess my career as bedtime storyteller is over huh.”

“Yes it is, Mama. But it’s ok because Toshi-san doesn’t know how to make pancakes, and that is a problem.”

Both Inko and Toshinori snort at the seriousness of their kid.

“He is right, I am terrible at making pancakes. I’m so sorry Young Midoriya, I will try to get better.” He plays along with the toddler.

Izuku nods and stands up going back to pick up the All Might toy left on the shelf. He runs back to Toshinori and gives him the toy, who takes it no questions asked.

“Ok... before I go make dinner... do you have any questions Izuku?”

Izuku frowns down at his plushie and nervously starts brushing with his thumbs its soft head. The sudden change in demeanour in the boy worried a bit the adults.

“If you love my Mama.. and my Mama loves you.... does that mean that you can be my dad now?”

Inko covers her mouth with her hands and her eyes well up once again. Toshinori on the other hand... is completely speechless. Izuku noticing the reaction quickly lowers his head hiding his face in the plushie’s belly.

Toshinori stands up from the bed and kneels in front of the boy putting delicately his hands on his forearms.

“Young...Izuku. Can you please look at me?” Izuku shakes his head. Toshinori continues. “Ok.. that’s fine. I want to ask though.. would you be ok.. with me being a d-dad for you? You don’t have to call me that if you don’t want. I understand if you wouldn’t feel comfortable considering you’ve know me for a couple of days and all, I don’t want to impose anything. Just because me and your mother are in a relationship doesn’t mean you have consider me as-“

Inko delicately slaps his shoulder. “You are rambling dear.”

“Oh...sorry. Thanks. What I want to say... is that I care for you so much and I want you to feel comfortable. I will respect whatever decision you chose, okay?” He smiles when Izuku slowly raises his head and Toshinori can’t help to put one of his hands on the side of the boy’s head, pulling his curly hair back a bit.

“...can I call you Papa?” Izuku asks quietly and Toshinori finally breaks pulling his boy into a hug and letting the tears fall down.

“Of course, my boy. Thank you SO so much.” Toshinori says with a shaky voice and hides his face into Izuku’s curls never stopping thanking him. They hug for what it feels like hours, but eventually the toddler’s hyperactivity takes over and pushes away taking the All Might toy putting it back into Toshinori’s hand.

“Can we play now?? You can play with All Might! We can go to the living room!!” Izuku picks up another hero figurine, this time Present Mic’s and runs to the door. “C’mon! Present Mic is stuck on the Great Sofa Mountain! We have to rescue him! Let’s go Papa!” Izuku leaves the room.

If this is all a dream Toshinori hopes he is in a coma and that he will never wake up.

“I’m so happy.” Says Inko staring at the open door where Izuku just left. “Don’t tell Izuku but I’m gonna miss it when he goes back as a teenager.” Toshinori laughs.

“Honestly.. same. But I’m glad for this opportunity. And, I think we should tell him when he comes back.”

“Yeah. Somehow I think it will be even more nerve-racking that this.” They both nod.

“.... I’m sorry for ruining the moment but could you help me stand up? My leg fell asleep.”

Carefully Toshinori helps Inko getting up from the floor, both laughing. Once they are both standing they go towards the door, but before Inko manages to leave Toshinori quickly closes the door in front of her and leans down kissing her. “I love you.” Toshinori says against her lips.

“I love you too.” She catches his lips once again and puts her hands on his chest.

“Mamaaaaa- Papaaaaaaaaaaa- Present Mic fell behind the couch!” They hear screaming from the living room and start giggling. “We are coming! Do not move the couch by yourself!” Inko screams back and moves away from her partner.

“It was nice while it lasted.” Toshinori laughs and opens the door. Inko puts her hand on his shoulder and pulls him down so she can whisper in his ear.

“We will continue later don’t worry.” She winks and runs away blushing.

“.....”

Toshinori really was the luckiest man on the planet.

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PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

>PART 4<

#nj writes #dadmight and izukid au #5k+ words damn. this has so many typos most likely but eh im not a writer lol #i think this is the finale ahah #izuku turns back a couple of days later. he has all the memories from his younger self and is VERY embarassed #at first he calls toshinori ''all might'' as he used to #but when he sees toshinori's sad expression starts calling him dad #toshinori and inko make it finally official #todoroki is happy he was half right about his theories #after years of saving up inko finally has enough money to buy a house she was always dreaming of #she asked toshinori if he wanted to live with her #he cried #a lot #aizawa has to deal now with toshinori showing off his life partner's photos and lunches she makes for him #aizawa is so done #all might #izuku midoriya #toshinori yagi x midoriya inko #all might adopts midoriya #baby midoriya izuku #toddler midoriya izuku #my hero academia #midoriya inko #toshinori yagi #dadmight #we stan dadmight in this house

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Monster Is A Relative Term

Chapter One: Hurricane

A/N: So I have a well-documented thing for vampires—actually to bastardize a Nic Cage witticism, I’m a vampire super-freak—so when I saw vampire as one of the prompts…here ya go. And it would also qualify for living in New Orleans and family shenanigans too, because, well…you’ll see. ;-)

This is a no-mutants AU, so abilities are all magic and/or creature-based. Preemptive apologies if I butcher the French and/or German languages, I relied upon Google.

Rating: Teen (some salty language that I’ll keep under the read-more just to be safe).

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“He who fights with monsters should take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”

—Friedrich Nietzsche

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Remy LeBeau slouched low in a corner booth of Hell’s Belles, a hole in the wall nightclub on the outskirts of the French Quarter. His sunglasses were still firmly on despite sunset being hours ago, going for a hungover tourist vibe as he nursed a tumbler of bourbon, not suspicious or worse, creepy. But he was—suspicious, not creepy. The sunglasses were a necessity on the best of days—his eyes were best suited to low light, and had an unfortunate tendency to freak out the uninitiated—but tonight his needs were two-fold: inconspicuousness and to keep the woman he’d followed from knowing he watched her. She didn’t give any indication she’d made him, but this was the third night in a row he’d tailed her from the big, old house in the Garden District to various locales around New Orleans.

He’d be getting bored of the rather tame routine—bookstores, clubs, home, lather, rinse, repeat—if the view weren’t so good. Tonight she wore a silky emerald green tank top and black cutoff shorts so tight they looked painted on her pale, toned curves, with black fishnets and worn cowboy boots to complete the southern goth look. Her wild auburn hair fell in loose curls down her back, that distinctive shock of white framing either side of her face. And what a face it was: pale like the rest of her with a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks that gave her an air of innocence, but that was immediately belied by those mischievous green eyes heavily lined in kohl and the grin curling her full lips. Everything about her drew him in, and that was the point, wasn’t it?

Remy gripped his glass tighter as he took another sip, gaze tracking her steps from the bar to the dance floor as the band started up a new song, and slow, sultry guitar strains filled the room. She apparently favored live music and crowds, weaving her way through the throng of bodies easily. Her eyes dropped shut as she lifted her arms above her head, her entire body moving in time with the music, a bluesy cover of The Band of Heathens’ “Hurricane.”

She swayed in place, seemingly oblivious to all the attention on her as she danced. He dropped his gaze when those green eyes opened, flashing in his direction. When he glanced back up, she’d turned and started dancing with another woman, the two of them an arresting tangle of wandering hands and curves. He gave up the pretense of not openly watching her now—as it seemed like the entire room was equally transfixed, and it would be more conspicuous for him not to be—her head tipping back on her shoulders as her dance partner trailed her hands along her pale neck. This time their eyes met and held before she returned her attention to the other woman, leaning in to nuzzle her ear, lips moving to her neck. The music crescendoed, nearly drowning out the thudding of his own heartbeat in his ears.

High black water, a devil's daughter

She's hard, she's cold and she's mean

But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans

Remy froze, even his heart seeming to stop a moment as he stared, hand clenching hard around the tumbler as it vibrated against his palm with a telltale whine, but she merely kissed the other woman’s pulse and stepped away with a wink as the song came to a close. She turned and applauded the band along with the other patrons, her dance partner looking a bit disappointed as his quarry returned to the bar alone.

He threw back the rest of his bourbon to cover the relief washing over him as he rose from the booth, watching her collect her long coat from the bar. She slid it on over her shoulders and flipped up the hood despite the night being clear and too hot for the garment—although he supposed he couldn’t talk what with his ubiquitous trench coat. Remy slipped his hands casually into his pockets and waited until she’d exited the bar and nearly turned the corner to follow, keeping his strides slow, quiet, and in the shadows as she started the familiar trek back to the Garden District. She never looked back or changed her pace, the clomp of her cowboy boots on the sidewalk the only sound until she rounded a corner shadowed by a large tree and a gust of wind sent the leaves rustling. He followed only to find an empty street yawning before him, frowning as he strained his eyes and ears for any sign of where she’d gone. His hand tightened around the blade stashed in his right pocket, muscles bunching in anticipation.

The tree branches shifting and creaking overhead was all the warning Remy got that he wasn’t the proverbial cat anymore, but the mouse.

——

Rogue let herself fall backwards, hanging upside down from the branch like a bat—cliché, sure, but why not have a bit of fun with this?—before breathing right into the ear of the man following her, “Boo.”

He didn’t jump, to his credit and her disappointment, merely whirling to face her with a flap of that ridiculous trench coat of his. She unhooked her knees from the branch, twisting around midair to land in a crouch, eying him as she slowly rose to her full height.

“Boo back, chérie,” he said, accented voice tight.

Cajun, she noted, looking him up and down. Brown hair falling messy across his tanned cheekbones, dark shades hiding his eyes, an angular, rough-hewn face with a few days scruff darkening his cheeks as he loomed over her—the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. She tipped her head to the side, offering him a grin. “You lost, sugah? ‘Cause you been following me an awful long time just to ask directions.”

His broad shoulders fell a fraction, realizing he’d been made. “When did you catch on?”

“Oh, don’t feel bad, handsome. You’re very good, I’m just better.”

“And modest.”

Rogue shrugged, unrepentant. “Modesty’s for amateurs.”

“‘S true,” he allowed with a nod.

“I might not have noticed if it weren’t for you always wearing that trench coat and sunglasses, but the real killer,” she stepped closer, eyes closing as she took a deep breath in, “was that smell of leather, cigarettes, and chicory coffee. It’s actually nice, but when I smelled it outside the house, then following me into the Quarter, then to Dauphine Street Books, then to Hell’s Belles, and back…” She trailed off with another shrug, “Not hard to connect those dots, sugah.”

He hummed, frustration narrowing very kissable lips into a thin line. “So why wait until now to confront me?”

“You were watching me, I was watching you. Wanted to know what I was dealing with before I decided what to do with you.”

“And what have you landed on, petite?” His voice was a low rumble that was also very nice, she noted unhelpfully.

Rogue folded her arms, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. “Depends on you, sugah. If you tell me you stalked me for three nights just to work up the courage to ask for my number, I’ll hurt you just enough to teach you a lesson then send you on your way. But if this is what I think it is…”

“It is,” he finished, pulling both hands from his pockets, a long blade gripped by his right hand, the other loose at his side. She narrowed her eyes at the odd gloves he wore, they left some of his fingers bare but not all.

She let out a deep sigh, lips curling as flashed her fangs at him. “Oh, sugah, it’s a good thing you’re pretty, because you sure as hell ain’t smart.”

“Really?” he prodded, the blade glinting in his hands as he shifted more into a fighting stance.

“Not if you’re hunting me, you’re not.”

“Who says you’re the one I’m hunting?”

Rogue froze, all humor draining from her and leaving her seeing red as the penny dropped. She launched herself at him, fisting that ridiculous trench coat by the lapels in both hands and flying them 20 feet down the street, slamming him back into another wide tree trunk. The knife slipped from his fingers and he wheezed as the air was punched from his lungs. She yanked him off his feet, pining him to the tree as she glared up at him, hissing, “You’re dumb enough to admit that you’re hunting my moms right to my face?”

It was the only thing that made sense. She’d first noticed him outside the house, which was in Irene’s name, not hers. He’d been casing it, not Rogue, and started following her mostly likely to gather intel on everyone living there. But for what? Was he really dumb enough to try to attack all of them?

He took a deep, gasping breath, head lolling as he struggled to meet her gaze. “They’re both your moms? Huh. I mean, I figured Irene was your sire, but Raven I wasn’t so sure what the connection was there.”

Fury rose at his conversational tone and she tossed him again, hissing as he rolled and came up on his haunches instead of smacking into the wrought iron mailbox she’d been aiming for. He’d lost the sunglasses along the way though, and she found herself staring into red irises on jet black sclera. She hesitated, assuming he’d been a human dumb enough to try and cosplay John Carpenter’s Vampires with the real thing, but what the hell was he with eyes like that? Rogue shook the thought off, reminding herself what he’d just admitted to. “You thought you could use me against Irene and Raven? Oh, you’re even dumber than I thought. Honestly, I should just take you in the house and let them have you at this point. They’d probably enjoy this even more than I am.”

“So you’re admitting you like to hurt people?”

“When they admit to hunting my family, hell yes!” She flew at him, realizing too late that he’d somehow gotten his hands back on that blade of his, and hissing in pain as he managed a cut to her forearm.

“Dammit, swamp rat, this coat is older than you and couture!” Rogue slapped the blade none-too-gently from his hand, the shallow wound more annoying than anything else. Him cutting her favorite coat though, that was worthy of maiming, even to a face like his. She pinned his body under hers with her knees, each wrist held captive by one of her hands. “Now what the hell are you?”

He smirked up at her, infuriatingly unconcerned to be at the mercy of an increasingly irate vampire. “Complicated,” he muttered, those red irises of his glowing in the dark. “How about you, chérie?” The bastard had the audacity to cross his ankles like this was just a casual chat.

“Impatient,” she huffed into his face, lips curling back to expose her fangs. Yep, that got his attention. Happy to have regained the upper hand, she leaned back a bit, still keeping his hands pinned, and let her gaze slide to his bare throat. “I’ll give you one last chance to come clean on your own before I do it for you.”

Rogue felt his wrists flex in her grasp, and pressed them down harder into the ground, not even using a fraction of her full strength. “I’m an open book if you’ll just ask nicely, chérie.”

“Nice was before you stalked me, threatened my family, damaged my favorite coat, and drew blood. But you’ll fix at least one of those in a second, no nicety required.” With that, she lunged for his throat and sunk her fangs into him. She quickly replaced them with her tongue, moaning at his taste before drinking deep. Her eyes slid shut as she focused on drawing his thoughts and memories from the blood, trying to filter through the initial chaos for what she needed to know most: Why was he after Irene and Raven? What was the plan? And who the hell was this insufferable man?

“…house in the Garden District, belongs to an ancient vampire and an shapeshifting demon. Find out as much as you can and report back.”

She saw a blonde with piercing blue eyes ordering him, arms folded, flanked by two men. One not much taller than the woman, with the same nose but with sandy brown hair—her brother, she knew from his thoughts. The other man, taller than both, had long dreadlocks and heavily muscled arms, with a mojo hanging around his neck. She tried to dig deeper, to learn their names, but the memory slipped away too quickly.

Brow furrowing, Rogue drew harder on the wound, putting more of her weight on him as she felt him tensing beneath her.

“Remy, you don’t have to do this,” an old woman with sad but kind brown eyes and a nimbus of dark curls told him. They clearly weren’t blood-related but his feelings for the woman were distinctly familial. He loved her like a mother, and she clearly loved him. Remy, Rogue turned his name over in her head, liking the sound of it, but preferring swamp rat or massive pain in the ass instead.

The memory changed again to one of pure terror: red eyes, not like his; pain, blood, and a laugh that made his blood run cold. It all became a mess at that point, flashes of laughing and drinking and dancing badly to Zydeco music with his arm slung around another man’s neck—Henri’s bachelor party, she knew without knowing exactly who Henri was—followed by a flash of Notre Dame Cathedral and blood across cobblestones, sickness cramping his guts, then her. Rogue saw herself through his eyes, felt his attraction in the way his gaze lingered on her eyes, her chest, her ass, followed immediately by guilt. Of course he’d feel guilty for being attracted to a filthy vampire. She again tried to dig deeper into his thoughts, but a high pitched whine broke her concentration. She furrowed her brow, slowly becoming aware of heat spreading from her hands up along her arms and back, the hairs on her arms rising like a static charge.

She’d just lifted her mouth from his neck to see for herself what the hell it was, eyes going wide at the sight of her coat glowing a violent fuchsia, the whine rising higher and higher.

“Oh, merde,” he groaned under her, shutting his eyes and turning his face away.

Rogue opened her mouth to ask what the hell was happening when he suddenly bucked her off him, rolling away as her coat exploded.

——

Remy came up on all fours, gaze immediately going to where the vampire lay on the ground, smoke rising from the lingering remnants of her coat and burned patches of skin. Her head lolled, face contorting in a wince but he doubted she was conscious, not from the force of a blast like that. He reached up to his neck, feeling blood sluggishly flowing from her bite. He hissed in a breath and clamped his palm down, collecting his blade from the ground with his free hand.

What the actual fuck was that? He hadn’t touched her coat, not with the death grip she’d had on his wrists, plus the shock of her not only biting him and drinking his blood, but feeling her in his head. Remy racked his brain to think if he’d ever heard of a vampire doing that, taking memories along with blood, let alone abilities. Because that blast had to have been all her, it reminded him too much of struggling to control his own powers when he was younger to be anything else.

He stumbled a bit, lightheaded from the blood loss and whatever the hell else she’d done to him, but he always did heal faster than most. She did too from the looks of the burns quickly fading back into her skin, aided by consuming his blood, no doubt. He flexed his hand around the blade, knowing she wouldn’t be down much longer at this rate, but despite what he’d said earlier, hunting wasn’t what he’d been here for. He was supposed to watch them and report back, it was Belle and Marius’ decision what happened next. But a vampire that steals powers as well as memories was too powerful to just walk away from, right? Especially if said vampire was blown-up, pissed off, and had gotten a taste of his blood and memories.

Remy only got half a step closer before a dark cloud of sulphur and brimstone enveloped him with a loud bamf. He coughed, raising the arm with the blade to shield his eyes when he caught a hard kick to the chest, sending him sprawling backwards. He looked up to see a blue-furred demon with pointed ears and pupil-less, glowing gold eyes barring its fangs at him, standing in a clear defensive crouch between him and the vampire. Its hands only had three digits each and two to each foot, but a long, spaded-tipped tail lashed the air behind it aggressively, brandishing an actual sword of all things.

“The fuck?�� Remy muttered as he pushed himself upright.

Was this Raven? He knew she was blue in her true form, but didn’t recall mention of a tail or teleportation abilities. Plus, this demon appeared male—although he supposed gender was relative for a shapeshifter.

The demon growled at him once before disappearing in another cloud of foul-smelling smoke, reappearing at the vampire’s side and carefully maneuvering her into his arms, tail keeping the sword poised over his head.

“Rogue, geht es dir gut?”

She—Rogue, Remy amended mentally, not having caught her name before during his surveillance—groaned, brow scrunching as she turned toward the sound of the demon’s voice. “Kurt?”

“Ja, it’s me. Now tell me what he did to you so I know how slowly to kill him.” He shot Remy another glare with those unnerving gold eyes, lips curled back in a snarl.

Rogue winced as she shifted to push herself upright on one arm, the other gripping the front of the demon’s form-fitting outfit—was that a unitard? “Forget about him. Mom and Irene…get them out of here. Don’t explain about me, just grab them and teleport them somewhere safe. I’ll find you.”

“Spinnst du?! I’m not leaving you alone here with him!”

“I’m fine,” she spat, looking very much like she might throw up despite the stubborn set to her jaw.

Kurt shot her an incredulous look. “Rogue, you look like the last time Mom tried to cook a meatloaf.”

“I’m healing already,” she protested, the burned left strap of her tank top choosing that moment to snap and undercutting her words.

He quirked his head at her pointedly, and she growled under her breath as she used her hold on him to leverage herself up onto her knees. Kurt heaved a sigh and braced her with one hand under her other arm, holding his free hand out, palm up, as his tail brought the sword up and slashed across it. He barely winced, but Rogue hissed in a deep breath, freezing in his arms. “If you expect me to let you stay behind, you’ll be doing it at full strength.”

Her green gaze flicked from the blood pooling in his palm to his face and back, the indecision written across her face possibly the most confusing thing Remy had seen tonight—and that was saying something. A wounded vampire refusing blood willingly offered? What the hell? She certainly hadn’t needed an invitation to bite him earlier.

Seemingly losing patience, Kurt prodded in a overly-casual tone, “Or I could just bust in the house and tell Mom and Irene that some weirdo blew you up in the street, and you asked me to leave you alone with him while your clothes literally fell off…”

“Fine,” Rogue retorted, petulantly snatching his hand and bringing it to her mouth. Remy could only watch in a mixture of disgust and fascination as she drank carefully from his palm, the last of the burns on her skin knitting back together in seconds. Her eyes flashed gold as she lifted her head, tongue swiping across her lips. “Danke.”

One corner of Kurt’s mouth tipped up in a grin. “Bitte schön.” He helped her stand, both of their expressions hardening as they returned their attention to him. “Want to borrow my sword?”

“Nah, I won’t need it.” He shot her a long look and she gave him a shove. “Go on, get Mom and Reenie out of here. I’ll be right along.”

Kurt stepped away from Rogue, shot him one last golden glare, then disappeared with a bamf.

“…So that’s your brother? Because I am not seeing the family resemblance.”

She glared at him, and that oddly enough did look exactly like the one Kurt had just given him, then effortlessly rose several feet in the air, levitating in place. Remy couldn’t help but notice that even more pale, toned skin was bared by the burns and tears in her clothes, and immediately reminded himself she’d not only fed on him that night, but apparently her own brother right in front of him. Not sexy, nope, not even a little bit. “I don’t discuss family dynamics with lunatic stalkers that try to blow me up.”

“First off,” he held up an index finger to start ticking off his points, “that explosion was not my fault. You stole my powers somehow when you decided to tap my neck like a Capri-Sun.”

“I only bit you after you stabbed me!”

“And I,” he retorted, eyes flashing, “only cut you after you had attacked me.”

“I attacked you because you were stalking me and my family,” Rogue growled.

“I wasn’t stalking you, I was following you, there’s a difference,” Remy huffed in frustration.

“Yeah, semantically,” she scoffed.

“You know what, can you just kill me now? That might actually be less painful than this conversation,” he snapped, almost immediately regretting his hasty words as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Kill you?” She grinned, and he was definitely rethinking the entire last hour of his life with that look on her face. “Now if I kill you, who’s gonna tell blondie and the two chucklefucks to back off?”

Ice settled in his gut as he could only wonder exactly how much she’d gleaned from his memories. And the victorious glint in her eyes told him that was precisely what she’d intended him to feel right now.

“Because consider this your first and last warning, Remy: You or them or anyone else comes after me and my family again, I will cheerfully tear all your fucking throats out. Fair enough? Au revoir.” Without waiting for his response, she bamfed away as well, leaving him staring up at the empty sky, bleeding, bruised, and frustrated.

“Well, that coulda gone better.”

——

A/N: I’m just posting this much for Rogue/Gambit week, but if there’s enough interest, I could definitely continue it. I kinda have an entire headcanon universe of these characters spun out—because my brain loves elaborate backstories. Hopefully y’all enjoyed this as much as I did!

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mediocreanomaly · 2 years ago

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May we have Vashwood x reader part 3 please?

Authors Note: my poor anon you've been sitting in the box but I shall release you.

Sorry guys! I was super busy and then I put a bunch of work into a DnD Campaign so my creative brain was fried a bit then I got sick and then my hands got messed up from saving my cat from a dog attack and- I'm rambling! Sorry for the long wait is what I mean! Enjoy!

Other Parts Here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (Alt. End)

Vashwood x Reader Soulmate Au Pt.3

No. No, absolutely not is your first thought, your second thought being I'm going to kick these idiots' ass.

"Are you listening doll face?" The man, whose name is presumably "Nick" says.

It's quiet besides the blood rushing in your ears. Everyone in town is probably asleep or close to it by now and these two just keep watching you like you're supposed to know how to react to this, like this is remotely a normal situation to be in.

"Did we break them? I told you it was too much! You never listen to me" the spikey one pouts. They seem comfortable with each other, you wonder how long they've been together. You suppose it makes sense that if they had found each other first they wouldn't have thought to look for you, having multiple soulmates was rare and considering you did everything in your power to stay out of trouble it tracked that a third soulmate would be nearly undetectable, maybe you should have gotten hurt more often...no that was stupid these two had certainly caused enough pain for the three of you.

"We didn't break them. Just give them a second. They're thinking, Jesus spikey, are you the reason they say blondes are dumb?"

"Hey!"

The two men bicker and you notice that they're different in a lot of ways right off the bat. Blonde and black hair, blue and brown eyes, light and tan skin, it almost makes you wonder how you're supposed to play in here. How, in the grand scheme of things, did the universe choose you to stand next to these, frankly, very bizarre (and handsome) men? You need to say something, you need to voice your concerns your hopes your worries-

"I hate you" It's all you can really think to say. In a way, it's true, and in more ways, it's not. Be that as it may with all the emotions flooding through you right now on top of the fact that they've revealed themselves in the most unorthodox way possible it's making it hard to express what you actually feel clearly.

Something along the lines of "You two made my life a living hell for such a long time I wanted to kill you but I've matured since then but that doesn't take away the childhood that got stripped from me but I also understand it's most likely not your fault and the fact that there's two of you makes more sense but also gives me 100 more questions-" would probably be more accurate. But "I hate you" is what ends up coming out of your mouth.

"You...what?"

You flinch. You weren't exactly ready for that to be asked in the most heart shattering tone in the world and when you glance up to see the blonde wears an expression akin to that of a kicked puppy you feel regret creep through your veins.

"Vash they don't mean that, I said mean shit too when we found out" Nick huffs. Ah, so the kicked puppy's name is Vash. Good to know- ah...hang on a moment.

"Vash?" you repeat, "Vash like....like Vash the Stampede?" you say dumbly, but there was no way the man you had nearly made cry from one sentence was the Vash the Stampede that was plastered on every godforsaken wanted poster across Gunsmoke

This catches his attention, the wounded look turning into something more wide eyed like a man who's forgotten to turn off the oven at home.

"We never even introduced ourselves!" he says in alarm, brushing himself off as if it'll cause a redo of the entire situation.

"Needle noggin-"

"shh"

Vash scolds the other man whos already patting his breast pocket for another smoke clearly annoyed with how this whole thing is playing out.

"Vash the Stampede and-" Vash nudges Nick who reluctantly adds

"Nicholas D. Wolfwood"

"-at your service! We've been traveling far and wide-"

"Because Spikey always gets chased out." This earns Nick an elbow in the side, which you also wince at when you feel it dig into your own ribs. Vash quickly gives you an apologetic smile but continues.

"-in hopes of finding you! y/n, we're your soulmates!" He finishes with a half-hearted wiggle of his fingers and a look that reads, "Tada?"

You blink dully at them. Yeah, that added up. This would be your life, wouldn't it? First, you are tormented by pain your whole life, and now you find out it was because your soulmates were the man with a 1,000,000,000 double dollar bounty on his head and...actually you have no idea who this Nicholas guy is. Considering the cross...Jesus reincarnate? Unlikely but at this point you'd believe anything.

"nuh-uh" it...comes out your mouth before you can stop it.

"nuh-uh? What the fuck do you mean nuh-uh?" Wolfwood gapes pulling his glasses up, yeah...not your best moment.

"I mean, no thank you. Look, I'm sure you're great people- or maybe you aren't I don't know I heard a rumor Vash the Stampede eats babies-"

"What?!?! I don't-"

"Besides the point!" you interrupt "Look I didn't ever plan on meeting you, hell I'm not sure I even want to know you. So...I think it'd just be easier if the two of you just..." your sentence dies in your throat the longer they look at you hoping they catch your drift.

"Because we hurt you?" Nick steps a bit closer and you tell yourself it's the soulmate connection currently frying your brain and not the fact this well toned man has his whole chest out right now.

"N-No, well maybe? It's complicated." You had never planned on meeting your soulmate- or soulmates, but in hindsight, a bit of practice of what you were going to say might have been smart.

"We don't have to leave yet, we can stay- just so you get used to us! We aren't that bad...promise," Vash offers, and damn those critically effective puppy dog eyes he uses as he moves to get a bit closer too.

"It's not that I think you're bad, it's just...I mean, I hardly know you." You try, but you already know it won't work. Despite not knowing them you can tell they seem the hard headed type.

"We're soulmates" Nick counters lazily as if you're the one being irrational.

"I- I don't know, I'm cleaning up here and-"

"we can help!" the eager blond insist, with another step closer.

"you really don't have to-"

"It's the least we can do; we owe ya, don't we?" Nick muses, again another step.

"Well I wouldn't say that, I'm sure it wasn't your fault-"

"Maybe, maybe not, but we've been looking for you for a long time." You notice Vash has a beauty mark right under his eye. There's a weird urge to reach out and trace it.

"Looking for me?" you ask

"Mhmm, since we caused you a lifetime of distress I'm sure, blessed are the merciful and all that, it's your turn to receive a little mercy" Ignoring the awful half bible quote Nick's smell is invading your nose, like smoke, cedarwood and-

You aren't 100% sure how it happens, all you know is you're sandwiched between the two men. It was a trap for sure, moving in ever so carefully like they were herding a scared animal. This should alarm you, two men you've just met keeping you in place, but for some reason, a warmth spreads across you. It's like seeing an old friend or coming home for holidays, a certain sort of familiarity and safety despite not knowing much about the two at all.

"You can feel it can't you?" Vash coos down at you, using his flesh hand to tilt your head up to meet his face, stark blue eyes deeper than the ocean gaze down at you, and god, when did he take those glasses off?

"It was weird the first time we met too, but it feels good though right?" Nicks's voice makes you shiver as his mouth ghosts over your ear, hands coming to settle at your hips.

"It feels.." your eyes flutter "Like home" the three of you say in sync, Vash and Nick chuckle as if this was a predictable response but something tells you they must've said the same cheesy line when they first met.

"We don't want to hurt you anymore." Vash's other hand rubs soft circles against your ribs, and you feel the sudden urge to melt into the two of them.

"We've been thinking...that we should balance it out." Vash hums as Nick works on nipping at your ear

"Balance it out?" You almost don't recognize your own voice with how breathy it ends up coming out. They really shouldn't be having this effect on you, you should be yelling, or scolding them- no you'd definitely scold them later that was still on the table but...right now seemed like a bad time.

"yeah sweetheart, pleasure for pain right?" Nick chuckles in your ear, deep and gravely. Whether it's from lust or the cigarette he just put out, you aren't sure.

"So?" he continues, "What do you say?" you feel Vash kiss the corner of your mouth and Nicks hot breath against your neck

"Let us show you how good we can make you feel instead?"

#vash x reader #vash x you #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #trigun x reader #vashwood x reader #soulmate au

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anime-owo-kage-san · 6 months ago

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Vox x Niffty husband and wife theory AU (No specific name for this AU yet)

AU Concept:

(Main Plot)

- After Vox realizes Niffty was his ex-wife when he was alive, he finds her and [Needs to be filled out soon with more details of how this developed…]. And they run off together to protect her from the exorcists in future exterminations, due to the possibility that they might target her for being the one who killed Adam.

- Vox cuts off all his access and connections all around Pentagram to avoid getting tracked, blocking and deleting all his files of his security and files of their brand. And also giving up his power and position in the Vees. --Not realizing that he left the other two Vees in a bad postion for one of them.

(I have Fiyeraba fever from being in the Wicked fandom…. I also started imagining Vox and Niffty having an “As Long As You’re Mine” moment in this AU. If you know, you know.)

(Subplots)

- In the past, the Vees had a mutual contract. --Which orignally started off with just Valentino and Vox (before Velvette landed in Hell, and became part of their business); Two contracts Vox made between him and Val;

1) "The Business Partner Contract": If Val wanted Vox's support to become an overlord, he has to forever work along side him as a business partner (which Valentino didn't mind. In fact things got intimate between him and Vox later on in those years). If Val were to ever leave their business, every soul he obtained would end up in Vox's hand and Val would fall back to the position of a regular sinner.

2) "The Successor Contract": If Vox ever steps down as the Vees' head, all his power, authority, and soul contracts shall be transferred to his most powerful "second in command".

(I don’t think contracts in Hazbin have names, but I named these two so I don’t confuse myself when referring to the separate contracts.)

- However, the contract wasn't worded well. Due to not planning a third in their group (Velvette) at that time they made the contract, the 2nd contract had very big loopholes and the 1st contract was not protected. So when Vox left the Vees, it left Velvette at a huge advantage, and Valentino at a disadvantage.

- Because of Val's profits plummeting at the studio (due to repetitive content), Velvette's side of the business had higher ratings. Making Velvette the "most powerful second in command" between the two. And by default, everything Vox had owned transferred to Velvette without error. All of his power and employees went to her, and every soul contract and bussiness contract magically replaced Vox's name with hers..... Including his business partner contract with Valentino.

- Long story short: Velvette went “Heather Duke”.

- Now that Velvette owned that business partner contract, she re-wrote it to her liking; Everything Val had was all hers now. Including Angel Dust, who Velvette took out of the porn studio and turned him into her number 1 model for her fashion shows. (She doesn’t care about Angel in that way, she just likes his body shape and thinks it’s being wasted, getting beaten up in snuff, when he could be modeling for six arm outfits instead.)—Angel was pretty confused, but wasn't going to look a gifthorse in the mouth. He's just glad he's finally out of the porn industry and still has a well-paying job (with an only slightly less shitty boss).

- She then demoted and placed Val in Angel's former position as the porn's industry's number one (whore) star, and turned Val’s studio into a more softcore focused films and occasional suggestive music videos. (Not because she’s nice, keep in that in mind. Softcore is just more of her style.)

- Valentino hated everything. Especially Vox (who he refused to admit, left him a little heartbroken...)

- Val now modeled sexy yet innocent clothing--types of clothes he already wears often but now, he has to pose in front of the camera with a shy and demure mask to match the 'aesthtic'. And to top it all off, since he was just "Angel's replacement", he was promoted the same way he used to promote Angel.

(Fr tho…. I headcannon that Velvette and Val aren’t really 100% buddy-buddy. They relate in some things like fashion and gossip but other than that, if Vox isn’t in the room discussing important stuff, you won’t see them talking to each other.)

(I know I know…! It’s ironic of me to say that this AU is Vox x Niffty focused, but say more plot for the Velvette & Valentino subplot. But, I ended up thinking about it more.)

I’m not a fashion expert, so sorry if the outfits I drew weren’t that good. (Velvette’s was just suppose to be inspired by all the Vees, to symbolize that she’s the head of each separate business now.)

Btw, Velvette changed their brand name from “The Vees” to “Lady Vee”. —Originally she was going to go with “Queen Vee”, but Val sarcastically commented that she might get copyrighted by the Gluttony Ring.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #vox #velvette #valentino #vox x niffty #vox x valentino #voxniff #niffty x vox #staticmaid #staticmoth #slight staticmoth

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lixxen · 1 year ago

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Charlie Kelly and Newton Geiszler Twin AU Headcanons

Hiya guys. For the first time in probably a year or so, I am actually posting writing to my Tumblr. And this time it's a crossover. It focuses more on Charlie's perspective because I'm slightly more into IASIP than I am to PacRim. If y'all want me to do Newton's perspective, I will

There is a fic to go with this!

Fic can be found here!

Thinking about making it a series

Anyways. Here it is!!

Newton and Charlie grew up practically inseparable. The two are identical and as kids they would dress up to try and confuse people. Nobody could tell them apart besides for Newton wearing glasses and it didn't help that nobody could know one without the other

Their mother could tell them apart in a heartbeat. She didn't even have to look at them to be able to tell

The two are autistic, but with different support needs. Charlie has more support needs than Newton does. This is reflected in how their mother treats them (with Charlie she is more soft with and has to flip switches because she's convinced something bad will only happen to Charlie)

Charlie is actually pretty smart and dyslexic. He may not read/write English, but he can catch on pretty quickly to stuff. He of course learned Irish Gaelic through letters and it stuck to him. He is considered street smarts, and if he didn't go down the road of drugs and alcohol he probably could have actually gotten his degree

Newton is book smart and excelled at everything. He realized Charlie was better at Irish Gaelic so he helped Charlie learn it instead of written English. He was convinced that Charlie could follow him to skip grades if he just learned one language and got accommodations

Spoilers: he did not.

Mac met the twins in kindergarten and became best friends with them. He was their third piece and protected them whenever was needed. Charlie stuck to Mac more, spreading his attachment issues onto Mac also

Newton was recognized to be a "gifted" kid and was pushed up grades, much to their mom's disagreements. She didn't want to separate them at first but watched Newton shine on his own

Charlie sort of started to give up on school pretty quickly by third grade because of this. Newton was two grades ahead suddenly and getting scholarships to the nice smart kid middle and high schools that were private. It made Charlie upset and Newton spent a ton of time trying to teach Charlie stuff to help

(So, Charlie did know everything that he needed to also skip grades, but he couldn't read and write and he couldn't articulate it because he just started to shut down a ton at the sudden change)

Charlie spent a ton of time with Mac in school and started to bite at other kids. He became a menace pretty quickly in retaliation for his brother not being there with him.

So when Newton was there, he was fine. But the second they went to school, Charlie and Mac became little demons

Charlie is the root of the gang's codependency btw. He became codependent to Mac in grade school to cope with his brother not being there

When Dennis and Dee came around, Newton was already in high school and trying to become top of his class so he could go to college for free. At this point Newton was obsessed with the idea of monsters and science, so he was already on track for what was to come

Dennis and Dee never met Newton because of Newton being grades ahead and in high school. Charlie had made a joke about being a twin and understanding their blight, but they didn't know what he meant because they were convinced he was a single child

Charlie and Mac never brought up Newton, even as they became really close to Dennis. Charlie didn't want them to ruin Newton's chance at becoming good. He understood that Newton was a genius and wanted to support his brother. So that meant keeping him away from what could fuck him up

Charlie did enjoy though having rich friends and would bring back things for Newton whenever Frank and Barbara gave Mac and Charlie stuff. He was pretty smart at smuggling shit for him

When his sisters were born, Newton was almost done with his first PHD. Newton came home and interacted with Dennis and Dee once. They thought he was Charlie and he went along with it to keep the peace

Newton spent time at home for a bit before he went back for his other five degrees (which he did in a chunk of two then three). He spent as much time as he could with Charlie and helped Charlie get his GED

Charlie had flunked out of senior year btw. Good thing his brother is supportive. The gang doesn't know he has his GED.

Newton got a job with the government researching a ton of different things a few years before the pub opened. Newton started to send letters to Charlie because he knew Charlie was upset his brother was now gone

Charlie would constantly get homesick and Mac would call up Newton to have him call the burner that Charlie had at the moment (which Newton helped to set to the right language)

Charlie gets to hear all about Hermann, who Newton wouldn't shut up about while he was in college. He literally knows everything Newton knows about the guy and Charlie wants them to just get together already

Mac is still a bit weird about gay people at this point. They have the bar and all, so he's started his journey to being an out gay thankfully. But still a struggle. He's pretty supportive of Newton though. Literally the only gay he openly supports-

When the drift opened and Kaijus first appeared, Charlie was terrified.

Through Newton talking nonstop, Charlie actually knows a lot about Kaiju. He also watched a ton of the Godzilla movies, which stopped production after the drift opened. People didn't want to see the movies and producers just... Didn't want to make them.

Newton automatically moved to research and work on them. The guy was obsessed with them. It terrified Charlie to see his brother ramble about wanting to be up and close to them when he would come home

Charlie and Newton are rift compatible. Charlie visited for a week, where the two tested it out. Their sisters aren't somehow.

Charlie could probably give the best college course on Kaiju thanks to Newton talking non-stop about them btw. It surprises the gang when he randomly starts to ramble about Kaiju brains

Newton got his rank in the K-Science division and gets to work with Hermann full time, their communication gets cut in half. It stresses Charlie out and he starts to freak out constantly

This is where Charlie leans into the glue and alcohol more. Not that he didn't already. It just... Got worse.

Somehow Kaijus never hit Philly btw. Fun times. They aren't fully effected and so they just live their lives

The gang doesn't pay attention to the Kaiju stuff on TV. Besides Mac and Charlie. Mac pays less attention, but Charlie is always glued to the TV as he watched Jaegers run across the screen

When Newton is transferred to Hong Kong, Charlie is suddenly very sober. He starts to clean up and the others are unnerved by how level headed he is. It's still Charlie, but he can actually think straight

Dennis catches Charlie crying over a beer for the first time while watching some big fight between a Kaiju and Gipsy Danger. Dennis had no idea what was going on, so he left the guy

Mac ends up taping Newton on TV after they win the battle. Mac and Charlie celebrate together in a nicer bar without telling the others. When Mac got home that night, he was carrying a wasted Charlie into his and Dennis's apartment. Charlie was gripping onto a mini Kaiju plush and Dennis raised an eyebrow

Charlie and Mac slept huddled up in Mac's bed like they did when they were kids. It was a special night for them

#pacific rim #PacRim #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #charlie iasip #charlie kelly #iasip charlie #iasip #newton geiszler #newt geiszler #mac mcdonald #mac iasip #iasip mac #it’s always sunny in philly #it’s always sunny #always sunny #pacific rim uprising

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tgmsunmontue · 1 year ago

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What to write weekend...?

Friday again, start of my weekend. I have too many freaking social things happening this weekend, but I will try my best to complete my writing goals.

MY WEEKEND WRITING GOALS

Finish SoS chapter and post it

Finish OAA chapter and post it

Finish two other chapters for two others fics and post them. (Done - Transformers AU! and Bradshaw Twins AU! parts both posted!)

What to Write Weekend info is under the read more because it's long...

If your curious about wordcounts etc. I have a spreadsheet here.

NUMBERS:

Online and Anonymous - 14/16 Hangster who are anonymous Grindr buddies for YEARS. (Tumblr post)

Sagas of Solitude 5/? - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby

CURRENT LETTERS:

A, B, C, D, E, G, H, I, J, K, L, M

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If you need it, here's an explanation of how it works:

You pick 1-3 of the above and either:

Message

Send an ask (Anon is on)

with the letters/Numbers of the fic/s you wish would hurry up and get finished/posted already. (Yes, you can pick the same one three times - some of these fics are that close to getting parts/chapters finished that would be enough to tip them over, you also don't have to pick more than one).

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I WILL WRITE AT LEAST 250 WORDS for each one you pick. I reply to let you know when it is done. I've also start ed tracking it in a spreadsheet.

@tothepayne - I wrote you 1289 words last weekend, but didn't get to 250 words on the third one, so never let you know, but I was trying my best! 🤣)

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Numbers indicate fics I am consciously working on updating/completing, and likely have a completion date in mind.

Letters are fics that are often getting completed because people ask for me to work on them through things like this. (I usually do this every weekend).

Doing this keeps me on task and makes me accountable. It stops me from procrastinating and I really appreciate people providing their numbers.

THANK YOU!

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A) Upon which our souls touch - 3/? - Hangster TGM AU involving dragon riders and shape shifters and fantasy...

B) Bradshaw Twins - Hangster (Tumblr post)

C) To wake, perchance to dream - 2/? - Hangster Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic)

D) Together or not at all... (SEQUEL) - Hangster - years after Javy/Nat get together they think their best friends (Hangman and Rooster) could maybe try dating each other. It'll either end in disaster or not.

E) Cyclone/Maverick - Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much?

G) Celebrity Chef Bradley

H) From the top - 1/? - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together.

I) Life is too short to waste time matching socks... 3/? The peach and eggplant socks as an anonymous gift as an incredibly unsubtle hint that someone would like to fuck them. (tumblr idea unspooling here...)

J) Barista Jake who cannot spell Bradley's name. (HERE)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - 4/?Transformers cross-over.

L) Hangster Soulmates, Bodyguard (leftover from the Bingo...)

M) IceMav Florist/Undercover Agent AU (also leftover from Bingo)

I've also got three other fics which have been ticking at my brain, so who knows... I won't work on them until I bring this list back under control I think. Maybe. Hopefully. Who knows anymore? Certainly not me... Some of these need to start being shorter one-shots at some point right?

#what to write weekend #writing and wrangling woes

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apollo11fangirl · 2 years ago

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Cars 3 au

So after Lighting's third cup win, Doc has a heart attack and ends up in a coma for years. Lighting visits him when he can, but in his mind Doc is all but dead. A living corps if you will.

After Storm comes onto the scene, Doc wakes up and begins the process of recovering. He doesn't tell him since he wants to supperise him by showing up at Daytona. Just like the first time. Saddly he doesn't get to do that. Just as he getting the mic on to talk to him, Lighting crashes.

Doc is frozen in fear for a moment as he takes a breath to focus himslef. He then runs to Lighting as emergency personnel come to get him. The last thing Lighting sees before he passes out is Doc's face telling him that he will be alright.

Doc takes this crash hard as he stands watch over Lighting. He waits for him in surgary and plans how he will recover from everything. When Lighting wakes up, he is in shock that Doc is alive and is funtcing well. The last he heard Doc wasn't doing well even in his coma, yet some how when he heard Storm over take him and will, Doc woke up.

The two of them start the road of recovering. Rustezs on the other hand starts demoing Cruz as a new driver. They see her to be a better driver in the long run as Lighting and the team is getting older. Doc hears the news and decides to take Lighting to his hometown to get some practice in.

They meet up with the Barn Stormers, and Lighting starts to learn how to draft. Doc keeps up there old training regimen as they try and get an edge. One night the two of them get into an argument about how lighting thinks this won't work since Doc crashed and never got the chance to recover. Doc keeps trying to tell Lighting that, that's what he trying to avoid.

Unfortulatly for the two of them they here the news that Cruz is the driver for Rusteze and that they dropped Lighitng. At this point Lighting just runs off. Leaving Doc to find him.

Smokey tells Doc that he saw him dash to the trailor. Doc follows that and sees Lighitng pack everything up. Doc ask why and and lighting says what else can he do and trys to leave. They then have a long conversation about how Lighting can't leave and that yes Doc has no clue what to do now, but they will make it through together.

After that they make there way to Smokey's Garauge and Lighting sees all the leters that Doc sent and how they knew of Doc's plan to come back to Lighitng after recovering from in the hospital.

At that moment, Louise comes past telling them to get on the phone. Tex after hearing what happened to Lighting tells him he didnt' forget the prosmis that he made all thoese years ago. Lighting is now going to be racing with DInaco. Doc then gives his permission to use his number and paint skeem on Lighting's car.

Doc and the rest of the Barnstormers head south to Daytona. Once they get there Ramone quickly wraps the car since they don't have time to paint it. Lighting comes on the track as 'The Faboulus Lighitng McQueen'.

Storm just asumes that Lighitng will be easy pickings that is until Lighitng starts to out smart him. With Doc in his ear the whole time he wins first place.

While Cruz is happy for Lighting, even though she did take his ride. Storm trys and ask how on earth could Lighitng even win. Doc and Lighitng simply say that dirt does help out with that.

The rest of Lighting's career he is consistently in the top ten with Storm, Cruz, Bobby, and Cal. Also, Tex buys Rusteze and Bobby's team as well not to separate the track family they made.

#text post #cars au #cars 2006 #jackson storm #cruz ramirez #doc hudson #lighting mcqueen #doc is the reason why storm can't beat lighting #doc hudson is op #I may make this a fic one day

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pomellon · 2 years ago

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-Pulls up a chair for new Dead Space au- Go oooooon. 👀 Dream being a scientist would be so good. But also him knowing some Engineering which is part of the reason he's still alive. Sapnap and George just sometimes coming across evidence that things have been fixed or tampered with, hoping it's Dream. (Although I gotta ask, happy ending? I might just cry if not but this is such a good brainrot thought lol)

Yes! So far I'm thinking that Sapnap is an engineer and George a data analyst, so while I think I'm making Dream a scientist he definitely picked up some tips and tricks from his boyfriends :D

I’m also liking the idea of Sapnap finding evidence of Dream, like recordings and logs, maybe even spotting Dream in a few places but too far away for him to get his attention. George on the other finds nothing, he’s in a different area of the ship, but trusts Sapnap’s accounts. He is mainly focused on keeping Sapnap on track, making sure to keep the ship running is the most import task after all, it’s not like they can find Dream if the damn thing breaks down and kills them all.

BUT, I haven’t actually decided if Dream is even still on the ship 👀

The times Sapnap sees Dream are definitely hallucinations triggered by the Marker. Some of the audio logs are real, but some are just empty corrupted files. They don’t realize this until one of the rare moment when George and Sap actually cross paths and Sapnap gives George some of them, only for George to get really fucking confused because there’s nothing on them.

I’m leaning into the idea of George being one of the few humans that’s immune to the Marker’s influence, so it takes him a while to figure out something is wrong with Sapnap. He kind of just boils down his sometimes stressed and frantic behavior being due to the whole life and death situation they’re in, and you know, the fact that they keep getting attacked by reanimated and mutated corpses. And George isn’t wrong in that assumption, Sapnap is definitely traumatized by all the blood, death, and gore around him, but on top of that he’s also having visual and auditory hallucinations. You know, classic Marker stuff :D

Also one of the spookiest parts of the game for me is when you’re made to backtrack, but instead of finding the dismembered corpses of the necromorphs you’ve killed, you at times find the slaughtered bodies of survivors. That you killed. Because you were hallucinating they were necromorphs.

This is also something that happens in the au, but with George backtracking into an area Sapnap has cleared, and he knows this because Sapnap told him. But he doesn't find traces of necromorphs, only dead survivors that have clearly been killed by an engineer plasma cutter. It’s about then that George figures something is really really wrong with his boyfriend.

(Also yes, good ending! Or as good as it can get following canon lore of a cosmic horror and survival game XD I don’t plan to kill any of them, and the au will probably follow a similar path to the first two games and then maybe dnn + kunz being on the run in the three years time space between game two and three. Tho I will probably not include game three, as if the devs are going to remake the next two games I have a feeling they will be tweaking the third one the most, so I will leave it out for now.)

#pom talks #dead space au #horror #dnn #also yes this au is going to turn into another ot6 poly soup!#The best kind of traumatized survivors leaning on each other for comfort and support #while all of them try to keep their sanities intact after the horrors they've witnessed and experienced #thanks for the ask! 💖#anon

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choco-bean405 · 2 years ago

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Heya everyone! Choco here, andd back with some stuff. Currently i've been trying to get my sleep schedule back on track, as well ass make sure i get college work done, and other stuff in my personal life.

I thought i'd share some stuff i've done in college/on the side!

Sooo, new oc i made for myself, This was whilst i was on holiday during, i think, a week in august. I wanted to do an elf character but add some neon colours in. Andd voilà! There they are!

Here's some drawings from my induction day at college, first was you had to draw with your eyes closed, without taking your pencil off of the paper. The second task was, you had to keep your eyes on the object in front of you, and keep looking at it whilst you tried to draw said object, so for myself, it was a small vase thing. And the third one was gesture drawing, just doing sketches with simple shapes and no colour, just loose drawing. Our models for it were goats the college has.

Here's some of my college artwork! From charcoal & chalk, to a mind map, formal elements, oil resistance art, oil pastels, reproducing an artist's work as an assignment. Andd drafts plus my final artwork for the unit, which was this.

So it goes on the left:Charcoal & chalk(top), Watercolour(Bottom. On the right: oil pastels(Top) and formal elements bit(Bottom). Also, i chose miles cuz, i had brain rot for welcome home and across the spider verse at that point.

Speaking of Welcome Home!

Idk if i've shown these, but i'm working on my own AU for it, The Work in progress name is "Home Escape", anddd yeahh i drew wally and julie digitally. Here are the irl drawings i used.

Plus the ref image i used for julie's dress for the au.

I hope you guys enjoyed the drawings and i hope i can post again soon! I am continuing Shadow's reflection, it's just taking me time to plan the story out and get the drawing done, due to college work taking up alot of my time.

Have a great day guys! And Happy Halloween! 🎃🍭🍬🕸️🕷️🦇🍬

#my artwork #welcome home fanart #welcome home au #miles morales #across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #college art #artwork

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paigelts05 · 1 year ago

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James Campbell [FNAF AR, Renegade AU]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1069328144

Published: Jun 30, 2024

The vast majority of Fazbear Entertainment employees know nothing of the cult stuff. The vast majority of Fazbear Entertainment employees don't know that the murders were an inside job. But sometimes word gets around, only after you're in too deep, and the only thing you can do is try to stick under the radar as you try to save those you care about.

Kayla and James had known that they weren't long for this world since Faz Ent released thier obituaries whilst they were still alive.

James Campbell, sometimes also called Jim, had never been good at telling people how he felt. Even worse when his childhood friend was younger than him.

When he first met Steve, they were both kids. But when Jim turned 16, they begun to drift apart. It had been fine for a 15 year old to be the cool older friend and free supervision at the park for the younger kids, and Jim had generally been the best with younger kids, but after he turned 16, he felt that the very same people who saw him as just thier kid's friend yesterday were now looking at him funny, with expectations and distain, like he was just a free babysitter instead of their kid's friend, as if he was a third parent to all their kids and not a kid himself and that he was failing this unspoken parental duty. At his own 16th birthday party.

Once Jim became an adult, he decided to study IT, but due to his financial situation, he wound up taking many odd jobs before he had the financial stability to start college. In his final year, he met Steve again, who was in his first year. Jim wasn't exactly happy about this reunion, and it was all down to how he had previously drifted apart from Steve with no notice or explanation. He did wind up becoming somewhat friends with Steve again, mostly through Steve's effort, but Jim still feels as if thier relationship was strained.

After Jim graduated, he went to work for Fazbear Entertainment, and a few years later, Steve went to work for this lady named Anna who was apparently a friend of Steve's.

Jim kept in slight contact with Steve, and this is how Jim found out about the dark side of Fazbear Entertainment.

The public's knowledge of Fazbear Entertainment wasn't very deep: the average person only knew that kids and night guards routinely went missing and sometimes showed up as dead.

He was at the top of the bell curve: he had always figured that the bad reputation the franchise was just the same pick-n-mix of terrible traits that all large companies had combined with a heavy helping of negligence, and he thought that the negligence had been the cause of the tragedies and disappearances. Sure, he felt really naive after finding out the truth, but he did not expect murder to be a part of the company's core ethos.

Now knowing that his life has just gotten ten times more dangerous, Jim doubled down and made sure to keep in contact with Steve. Steve only knew because Anna had told him, and from what Steve had told Jim, Anna was the daughter of a Faz Ent Scientist. Now, Faz Ent having actual scientists was bizarre, but the mote bizarre things got, the more Jim tried to learn for himself, trying his level best to relay anything he could back to Steve.

So it made less sense when he saw Anna's company on the list of contractors working on the Special Delivery project. Steve told him that it was in part due to their financial situation, but also Anna seeming to have some ulterior motives. Something about keeping your friends close and enemies closer. It was certainly easier for contractors to track the animatronics than it was for a layman, and with what Jim knew about Anna, being free to track the animatronics seemed to be something she valued above a lot of things.

He kept on acting as Steve's contact, both professionally now that Steve was a contractor, and personality, leaking anything that may help Steve survive, but Jim had neglected himself.

One day, Jim went into work, and his boss was accompanied by a man in a dress shirt, waistcoat, slacks, and he had a gun. Jim knew he'd fucked up big time. He couldn't run, so had to listen.

Fazbear Entertainment was reporting him as dead. Jim was ordered to have no contact with the outside world.

He knew that if he refused, he'd be dead for real, so he had no choice but to go along with it.

He wound up unable to leave, but he found ways around things.

He learned to sneak around unseen, wire tap, take shorthand notes, and slip notes out undetected. One of the individuals he managed to slip notes out to went by many pseudonyms, but Jim knew the pseudonym "Whistleblower RedBear". Jim went by the pseudonym of "Dead Circuits".

The information that Dead Circuits was able to release was able to help further many investigations into Faz Ent's current projects. The construction of a megaplex, a VR environment, the resurrection of Adelaide and William, and "Vanny".

He could only investigate one without raising too much suspicion, and he only had the project names to work off of.

He decided to investigate the one he felt the deepest connection to: the "Vanny" plans. He felt as if Ness, one of Steve's friends, might be the woman refered to as "Vanny": he'd heard the word tossed around, so figured that it was his best bet if he was going to help Steve.

The plans interlaced with eachother, because of course they would, and he only managed to learn about the Adelaide Incident in post (he regretted not investigating the plans for the resurrection of Adelaide, but how could he have known), but he did his best to find out what Faz Ent had planned for Ness and how they intended to turn such a sweet lady into a psycho killer.

The information that Dead Circuits was able to anonymously leak was enough to help Ness keep a wrench in the works for far longer than Faz Ent anticipated.

After Faz Ent "obtained Vanny and put her to work at the objective location", his leaked information was able to give investigators a window into the internal goings on of Faz Ent and their "Vanny" plans, and it was such good information that it sped up the rate of collection of evidence so much that the police were prepared to launch a raid on the Megaplex far sooner than expected, and even paranormal responders who were supposed to be on medical leave were able to figure out where "Vanny" was.

After he received news that "Vanny" had "fallen through Faz Ent's fingers", he heard plans for Faz Ent to try and "bring Vanny back". He tried to gather details, but Faz Ent's plans were so hastily put together that by the time he'd managed to leak the information, he learned that the Raid on the megaplex had turned out as a success for investigators and had thwarted Faz Ent's "bring back Vanny Plan A", and that a trio of execs were currently on route to Ness's temporary accommodation to enact "being back Vanny Plan B". Needless to say, the information didn't make it in time to prevent the success of Faz Ent's plan B.

Even after the megaplex related chaos ended, Dead Circuits couldn't go back home, back to just being Jim Campbell, even though he wanted to. His employer reminded him every day that the world thought he was dead. He had been forced to bunk in the labs dormitories. He didn't get much privacy in regards to his personal artefacts. He had no idea what became of his apartment, or his things. He had been a perfectly normal guy before all of this, but now he was some kind of high-caliber informant superspy, and he hated it.

He just wanted someone to realise that he was alive. He wanted someone to come and save him. But he knew that would never happen. He knew that Steve had legitimately had a crush on him since college, and in the months up to his employer declaring him as dead, Jim had finally reciprocated that crush, and he wished that he'd told Steve instead of just keeping it to himself.

He had no idea how long it had been, but one day, he heard plans to attempt to resurrect Adelaide again. The plans involved killing their former contractors to generate enough Remnant so that Adelaide would be able to take over Anna's body. Just like the last attempt at this plan. But they were planning on kidnapping thier victims instead of making Adelaide have to puppet the situation from the shadows.

When he heard a Faz-truck pull up and saw an exec haul several unconscious people, including Steve, into the HQ, Jim knew that even if emergency services had been dispatched immediately, nobody would get here in time to save everyone. He knew that he'd have to sacrifice himself in Steve's place if he wanted Steve to survive. He was already dead to the world: he figured "so what if I really died, as long as Steve lives I'm OK".

And to Jim's surprise, Kayla, another person who had been declared dead by Faz Ent, but had taken up a mask as opposed to hiding in the shadows, wanted to join him, volunteering herself as a sacrifice as well, just to buy the kidnapped employees of CK animatronic maintenance and R&D robotics just a little more time.

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