#speedway answers

[speedway-official-unofficial]

speedway based sonadow fan

I. I mean. I. I. Uh. I uh.

#speedway answers #I PANICKED😭 #IM SCAreD PLEASZE #sonadow

[onboardsorasora]

Fully convinced we’ll get Speedway2.0 merch with the the return to the RedBull seat.

I FEEL it in my bones as well!!! and it would be ALL ostentatious and flashy and pure adrenaline.

I want it sooo bad!

#speedway 2.0 #we love her already #answered #anonymous

[unorthodox-oblivion]

orange show speedway by Lizzy McAlpine

Orange Show Speedway by Lizzy McAlpine

This song is so cuuuuute omg

Kind of has cozy "Dodie-meets-Olivia-Rodrigo" vibes. It took me back to happy, cute, in-love times lmao

Thank you, I really enjoyed this. Adding it to my playlist as well :)

#nalu answers #songs #orange show speedway #lizzy mcalpine

[wisedreamerreview]

Its Dega Baby (part four)

Sunday morning we were up fairly early. My son had a plan for breakfast. We were going to Buc-ee’s. Back in the car, out of the campground that was still quiet, and off onto the interstate. The trip didn’t take too long and soon we fund ourselves pulling into the parking area. He said he would fill up the gas tank as we got ready to leave.  This place is amazing considering its a gas station…on…

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#answered prayers #camping #faith #food #God #hiking #money #outdoors #provisions #racing #road trip #shirts #souvenirs #Talladega Speedway #travel

[saltlakehardcoreflyers]

#1980s #1989 #The Stench #Soulcide #Train of Thought #Biohazard #No For An Answer #Hard Stance #Draize Method #Insight #Better Way #TSOL #Boxcar Kids #Speedway Cafe

[geetsjitters]

Okay how do we think the Bad Batch have each other's contact info in their phones?

Might I propose:

Hunter: Wreckz, 501st Reg (he's offered to change it but Echo thinks it's hilarious), Techy (Tech hates it), Crossballs, Omega

Wrecker: Echooo (he's proud of himself for coming up with the play on words), Ctosshair (fat fingered it and hasn't fixed it), Hunter (CO), Techy (when he heard that Tech hated it he copied Hunter's idea), Mantell Mix Dealer (Omega)

Tech: CT-9901, CT-1409, CT-9903, CT-9904, Omega ("what? It's more organized this way")

Echo: Hunt-Daddy, IT Assistance, Cross ham, Wrecking ballz, C-Force (it's an inside joke between Echo and Omega that no one else understands)

Crosshair: deleted his contacts

Omega: Hunter, DO NOT ANSWER, Techno, Speedway (again, no one other than Echo gets the joke), Wrecka (genuinely thinks that's how he spells it)

#bad batch #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #notes app

[bloatedandalone04]

Slow Ride - Part 1

Series Masterlist

➪the one where you make a deal with hayden before you’re both set to race together.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 8.5k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The stands were supposed to be packed tonight. 

The thought made a chill run through you, an excitement washing over your body at the many eyes that would be on you when you entered the pits. 

You loved the attention and lived for the adrenaline that never failed to kick in whenever you got behind the wheel of your beloved Mustang. 

It had seen better days, the front and sides having a few dents here and there, but it gave it character. It’s been through a lot, seen some pretty wild races and has even helped you win more than a few during the three years you’ve been participating in racing at the Speedway.

There wasn’t much to the interior, a single seat next to various metal rods that helped with any impact you might come in contact with when on the track, as well as to keep the car as light as possible. 

The exterior shined. One half of the car was a bright red while the other was a simple white, each side displaying the number 34 in opposite colors. The white was tinted brown and grey, dust and scratches littering both sides as you have had your fair share of bumps and close-calls. Luckily, the worst that has happened to you was a hard hit to the passenger side that sent you spinning but not to the point of causing any serious damage. 

You were in the first heat for the Super Stocks and were usually always placed in the middle row. It was never long before you made your way to first place.

The gates weren’t open yet and wouldn’t be for another half hour, so you decide to get in a few extra minutes of practice. You stopped just as your friend, Mila, was pulling in from doing a bit of her own practicing. “Hey,” she greeted you with a smile. You returned it as she nodded towards your car. “How’s she feeling?”

“Good,” you answer loudly, hoping she could hear you over the loud engine. “All fixed up.” You were referring to the last race you did, when you nearly lost control and ended up bumping into the barriers. It cost you the race, but the fans loved it whenever things like that happened, so you didn’t mind much.

“Glad to hear it,” she says. “Hey, I heard about the switch between Chase and some guy from the second heat. Have you met him yet?”

Despite racing here for over three years, you never really cared to become friends with your fellow drivers. You saw them all as competition, with the only exception being Mila since she was in the Bone Stock lineup. 

“No, not yet,” you reply and hear the sound of another engine from behind you.

“I think you might meet him soon,” she teased as a neon orange and black Chevy drove past you and sped out onto the track. 

The driver looked over at you before picking up speed and leaving you behind, making you ask the question, “That’s him?”

“That’s him,” she confirmed before waving at one of the maintenance guys. “I gotta go get ready, but good luck! Here’s to hoping he doesn’t give you any trouble out there.”

You nod and give her a thumbs up, watching as she pulls into the pits before you follow in the direction of the new addition to the heat. Chase was a pretty aggressive driver, so you were happy to see him go, but you were also used to his erratic ways of the road and knew how he functioned behind the wheel.

The new guy was completely new territory for you, and you could only hope he wasn’t as much of a hard-ass as Chase was.

You had a feeling you were wrong to hope that as you passed the Chevy, your mind in the clouds as you tried to get a feel for the track. He passed you again within seconds but slowed down considerably when he was in front of you. You tried to pass him by moving to the outer edge of the track, but he blocked you from doing so. You tried closer to the middle and inner edge but he didn’t let you do that either. 

Sitting back with a huff, you settle on trailing behind him for a bit before he takes off, the increasing volume of the engine being the only thing you could hear as you watch him pull into the pits. 

You follow him in, letting the Mini Stocks practice a bit before they were set to race when the gates opened. 

You stop near the back of the restricted area and pry back the red netting on your window before lifting yourself out of the car. Tossing your helmet onto the seat, you turn to face the new guy and watch as he does the same, his light brown hair looking almost blond in the setting sunlight. 

He looked as cocky as he drove and you didn’t have enough time to make up any more assumptions about him before he was making his way towards you, the neon orange helmet tucked under his right arm as he extended his left one out to you. “Hey, it’s Y/n, right?” 

You narrow your eyes at his held out hand before crossing your arms. “That’s right,” you answer and he laughs as he drops his arm back down to his side when he realized you weren’t going to shake his hand. You’d be lying if you said the black jumpsuit that was identical to yours, with the neon orange 05 on the right shoulder, didn’t add to his overall attractive appearance. “You’re the new guy?”

He raised a brow, his lips turning upwards in a smirk. “If by ‘new guy’, you mean the same guy who has been racing here for the past two years,” his voice dripped in mockery and his eyes held a sense of mischief. “Then, yeah, I’m the new guy. The name is Hayden. I’m also the guy who was transferred to the first heat.”

You purse your lips and lean back against your car. “I can see that,” you nod towards the track. “That was quite the show you put on out there. You’re very efficient at blocking.”

“Yeah, you liked that?” He didn’t pay your annoyed tone any mind as he shrugged. “I just had to show the guys what they’ve been missing out on during the last two years. This transfer has been long overdue as I shouldn’t have been in the second phase for as long as I was. Just wait until you see me later tonight, when the track’s full.”

Cocky fucker.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms tighter. “Seeing as you’ll be behind me the whole time, I don’t think I will be able to see you, after all,”

He seemed impressed yet surprised by your words, his head dropping slightly as a deep laugh left his lips. “You might want to raise your expectations,” he says as he leaned down so his head was closer to yours. It was then when you were able to see just how blue his eyes are and how they looked so bright in this lighting. He was beautiful, but really fucking annoying. “Because I’m going to win tonight.”

And cocky. Fuck, you missed Chase already. 

You narrowed your eyes again. “In your dreams,”

“Ah, that’s where I’ve seen you before,” he replied instantly, his tongue tracing the undersides of his teeth as he placed his hand flat against the roof of your car, partially trapping you against it. “I knew you looked familiar.”

You refrain from screaming out at his ability to quickly give back everything you threw out and lifted your head just slightly to come off as imitating. “You’re going to lose tonight,” 

Hayden’s smirk just grew, the tip of his tongue running along his upper lip quickly. “Alright, let’s make a deal,” he said and stood back up to his natural height, his frame now blocking the sun from your view. You almost opened your mouth to thank him for unknowingly keeping the sun out of your eyes before you remembered that this guy was your competition. Instead, you raise one brow in silent question. “If I win, you do something for me. Anything I want.”

You squint at him, your eyes flickering to the curve of his mouth without meaning to. “And when I win?”

“Confident, aren’t you? Can’t say I didn’t expect that from a pretty girl like you,” he shrugs and the compliment would’ve made you swoon if it weren’t for the smugness that underlined it. “If you win, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Dropping your shoulders, you feign being intrigued. “Like?” 

“Like,” he pretended he was in thought. “Let you pass me in the next one, purposely lose, rear end our competition, go down on you, whatever you want.”

The last offer caught you off guard and you reel back in surprise, hating how you felt your face heat up at his words. There was no way you’d let this guy get to you and turn you on before a race. No matter how attractive he is. “Once again, in your dreams,” you say but add, “You’re on.”

Hayden held his free hand out and you untangled your arms to be able to grab it. Once your hand was clasped in his, he tugged you forward a bit and you stumbled into his chest. He leans down so his mouth is hovering near your ear. “Good luck, princess,” he murmured and the way his breath hit your skin had you repressing a visible chill. “You’re gonna need it.” 

He lets go and backs away, not bothering to give you a second glance while you were left staring at his retreating form. He quickly fell into a conversation with another driver from the Mini Stocks group and you took the time to look at his car. 

The Chevy was in great shape, the neon orange damn near spotless, with the exception of dents and scratches here and there. The front half was covered in the bright color while the back faded into a jet black, the perfect contrast to the orange 05 that was painted on each side. 

You held back a small grin when you caught sight of the gold Star Wars sticker close to the back of the car. He must have a strong fondness for the movies if he went as far as putting the large logo on a place that was in clear view to everyone who would be watching. 

Questioning how you had failed to notice Hayden or his car during the past two years, you spare him one last glance before turning back around and beginning to prepare for the race. 

As you let your eyes trail over to him, they widened slightly when they locked onto his. He had already been looking at you, his arm still draped over his helmet and a sly smirk on his lips as the other driver went on about whatever it was they were talking about.

You send him a sarcastic smile before breaking eye contact and trying to ignore the pool of heat settling in your bones. 

-

As much as you hated to admit it, Hayden was good.

Like, really good. 

He had successfully secured his place in the finale, as did you, and had proven his previous claims of winning were not just him being a cocky guy. He came first in every single race and had even overlapped the poor souls who started at the back of the heat. 

He intimidated you and you weren’t sure why you felt the smallest bit intrigued by him. 

He was very attractive, both his looks and personality adding to that fact. You weren’t usually into the guys who were so full of themselves, but maybe that was because they usually never lived up to their claims, unlike how Hayden did.

He was good, and he knew he was good, and he used that to his advantage. 

It was no wonder he was so overly confident. He had every right to be, but, with that being said…you, too, were confident with your own words. 

You’ve won countless races now, and you’d be damned if you didn’t at least give it a shot, even if Hayden was one of the best drivers you had ever seen. He was definitely one of the strongest ones in the heat now, but he was also the new guy.

And the new guy needed to know his place, no matter how undeniably fine he is. 

So, as you wait behind the pace truck with Hayden a few cars behind you, you try your best to ignore the nervousness that was quickly beginning to settle in your bones. 

Despite doing this well over a hundred times, you still get a bit nervous before each race. You couldn’t help it, it was basic human instincts to become anxious before doing something that could possibly end with you being seriously injured or worse. 

You tried to get him out of your head as the truck led you around the track a couple of times. 

He was just another competitor. That’s all he will ever be to you. He’s no different than the others. 

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself as the announcer waved the green flag. 

As soon as the pace truck left the track, the fourteen cars were off. You were lucky enough to be placed in the second row on the outside, so you were able to go from fourth to third relatively quickly. 

Seeing as Hayden was put close to the back, starting in twelfth place, you were expecting it to take him quite some time to catch up. Usually whenever a racer is doing super well, like he is, they get put close to the back to give the other racers a bit of a chance to prove themselves. 

To say you were surprised to hear what the announcers narrated through the speakers as you passed by them would be an understatement. “Number five, Hayden Christensen, easily makes his way from tenth to ninth and now ninth to eighth,” you refrained from taking your eyes off the track and peeking behind you to see it for yourself. “He’s now passed two cars, taking the risky route on the outside of the track to land himself in sixth.”

“No fucking way,” you mutter to yourself, gripping the wheel tighter as you take the same route Hayden did in order to pass the driver in second place. 

This guy was something else. 

Despite driving for quite some time now, you found yourself beyond nervous driving near the outside of the track, so the fact that Hayden could do it so effortlessly was mildly infuriating but also impressive. 

You could only imagine the smirk he wore as he passed yet another driver and then another, now only two cars behind you. It was unbelievable that he had managed to go from twelfth to fourth in only three laps out of twenty. 

You were seriously regretting being so confident when you were talking with him earlier as you were clearly in way over your head on this one. There was no doubt in your mind that the other drivers from the second heat were probably ecstatic that he switched. Now they actually have a decent chance at winning. 

But you were still ahead of him for now, and fuck if you weren’t determined to keep it that way. 

Keeping closely behind the driver in first place, who you knew was a guy named Curtis based off of his car, you pick up speed the second you’re clear of the turn. You successfully pass him and are in first, but the excitement is short lived as you hear the speakers announce that Hayden did the same thing to the guy in third and that he is now in the top three. 

You feel heat creeping up your body and were glad that both the front windows were required to be removed as it allowed somewhat of a cross breeze to pass through the thick material of your helmet. You were beginning to feel overwhelmed, something you hadn’t felt since the first few races you did before that feeling turned into adrenaline. You lived for that sensation of your nerves fading away and being replaced by energy.

It was what you were holding onto now as you began your thirteenth lap with Hayden now in second, a mere few meters behind you. 

He could pass you at any given moment, any time he seemed fit, really, and you hated that he held that power over you. Hated that he had proven he was a better driver than you and really fucking hated the way he made you feel inferior to him. 

Borderline feeling a bit embarrassed now, you desperately tried to ignore the very real fact that there was a very little chance of you actually winning this race. 

A very real chance that you would have to go through with the deal you had made with Hayden beforehand, back when you clearly had no idea what you were getting yourself into. 

You knew you needed to stop thinking about it, you knew that you were currently driving distracted but you couldn’t stop your wandering mind.  

It was on the nineteenth lap when Hayden, who had been teasing you for the last few laps, finally pulled ahead of you and was now in first. It was on the last lap when Curtis decided that coming in third was not acceptable and had gotten a bit too aggressive on the last leg of the track. 

It was then when he took over your position and successfully rammed you, causing you to spin out a few times. Luckily for you, and for everyone behind you, your skills and the fact that you were a really good driver didn’t let you down. 

You over correct multiple times before the side of your car slammed into the barrier. Thankfully when your head slammed against the frame of the window, your helmet took a good portion of the impact and you were only left slightly dizzy. 

Blinking away the blurriness, you look to your right and watch as the last few cars speed around you and cross the finish line, the last one being Hayden’s as he had long since won and had caught up with the cars in the back. 

As he makes his way to the designated area where he would indulge in a quick victory interview, you allow the tow truck driver to pull off the bright red netting on your window. You don’t bother taking off the suddenly too heavy helmet as you take his outstretched hand and let him pull you out of your car. 

The middle aged man leads you over to the awaiting ambulance, this being protocol after being involved in a crash of any kind. You sit in the back, your legs draped over the side as the paramedic gently takes your helmet off, the only background noise being Hayden’s cocky voice sounding through the various speakers around the track.

Due to your pounding head, you could only make out a few lines, “That was a close call at the end there, how does it feel to have come out on top?”

“Rewarding,” came his confident reply. You didn’t bother to try to continue listening after that.

With your helmet off, it allowed you to have a clearer vision of what was going on around you, and your heart deflated at the sight of your car. It was dented all over, one from the impact of Curtis’ car, one from when you hit the barrier and one from when another driver rear ended you afterwards. Oddly enough, you never felt that last hit, unless that was what caused your head to hit the door frame.

Caught up in answering the countless questions that the paramedic, who went by the name of Troy, you failed to notice that Hayden’s interview had wrapped up and he was currently leaning against the open door of the ambulance, his own helmet discarded a long time ago. “Hi, princess,” 

You glance up at him and scoff at the smirk he wears as Troy gently lifts your left arm, doing the standard check for any broken bones or strained muscles. 

“That was quite the show you put on at the end,” he continued when you didn’t greet him back. “I almost wished I had stayed behind you so I could’ve had a front row seat of it.”

You glare at him and allow Troy to tilt your head to the side as he inspected your neck, not so secretly listening in on your and Hayden’s conversation. “Me too,” you give him a tight smile. “Because then it would’ve been you who spun out and not me.”

Hayden shakes his head at that. “No,” he laughed. “I wouldn’t have been so distracted and allowed that idiot to get so close to me.” ‘That idiot’ being Curtis. You could tell he wanted to call the aggressive driver something else, a less PG name, but refrained from doing so as he was in the presence of the higher ups and refused to get written up over someone as pathetic as Curtis. 

You ignore his words and sit up once Troy reaches for something further back in the ambulance. Over the speakers you hear the announcer say something along the lines of, “Number thirty four, Y/n Y/l/n, is reportedly just suffering from a headache after that hard hit she endured on the last lap of the race,” you were still so surprised how fast information got spread around here, but you supposed that was how it was supposed to be, given the audience was more than likely curious as to how the racer was doing after crashing in the intense way like you just did. 

“So, have you figured out what you want me to do, yet?”

He had won fair and square, and you had lost. You weren’t one to talk shit then not stay true to your word once everything blew up in your face. 

Hayden looked you up and down, his eyes narrowing on the way your chest rose and fell under the black jumpsuit you wore. When you caught his gaze he looked away in thought. “I haven’t quite decided yet,” he answers and you roll your eyes.

You didn’t get the chance to respond as you heard someone else speak from their place against the other door of the ambulance. 

“Hey, Y/l/n,” you look over and see Josh, another racer who finished fourth and had a front row seat of your spin out. He tucked his helmet under his arm and sent you a sly grin. “That was quite the crash. I honestly can’t believe you walked away with only a headache.”

You shrug, glancing at Hayden and noting the way he glared at the other man, clearly pissed that he had interrupted your conversation. “What can I say?” You force out a smile, keeping your eyes on Josh. “I’m a professional.”

Josh looked you up and down before raising a brow and nodding. “I guess you are,” he sent Hayden a quick smile in a form of greeting before looking back at you. “Either way that was fucking epic. I hope we can see each other more often. It might be nice to have an ally on the track.”

You tighten your smile and nod once. “Sure, thanks,”

He pats Hayden on the back before walking away, missing the way he shot daggers into his retreating form. Once Josh was out of sight, Hayden turned back to face you, his stance against the car never faltering as he says, “I think I know what I want you to do for me,”

-

The way Hayden eye fucked you earlier should’ve been enough of an answer. 

The way he got so annoyed when Josh was openingly flirting with you in front of him should’ve been enough. 

The way he stood so close behind you as you both waited for the space to clear out should’ve been more than enough. 

It was still light out when you had first gone out on the track to begin racing, and it was well past being dark out when you finished, stuck in the back of the ambulance for a bit longer while the track cleared and the stands became empty. 

An hour after your crash and you had been cleared for any further injuries, instead of switching to your everyday car and heading home to spend the rest of the night in bed, you find yourself in the small confinements of Hayden’s black and orange Chevy.

It was tucked away in the far corner of the set up area, hidden behind various shelves of tools and car parts and out of sight to anyone who was still around. Though you had been nearly one hundred percent sure that everyone had gone home for the night, there was a small possibility that in your haste to keep up with Hayden’s long strides you may have missed someone hiding out or getting ready to leave.

Still, if you were worried about someone still being around, you didn’t show it as you rocked your body against Hayden’s, your kiss swollen lips begging for a break that he didn’t grant as he kept you close to him. His hands ran up the length of the simple white tank top you wore under the suit, the same one that had been discarded and thrown somewhere off to the right where the passenger seat would normally be in a standard car. 

You supposed what you were currently doing could be considered cock warming, with the way he was deep inside you, your tight walls wrapped around him in a way that left you breathless. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed anymore at the fact that you had failed, quite epically, on the night when the stands were at their fullest. Hundreds of people had seen you spin out, and though you had your fair share of bumps and bruises, you had never been involved in something as severe as you were just over an hour ago.

Gone was your headache and you welcomed the feeling of lust and need as you gripped Hayden’s shoulders tightly. With his body firmly pressed to yours, you don’t even need to move your hips yet as you were fully content with the way his tongue battled with yours. His was overpowering yours easily and you’d be lying if you were to say his dominance didn’t turn you on.

You’d also be lying to say that you didn’t picture yourself in this exact situation way earlier in the day, back when the two of you were bickering back and forth before you were set to race. Sure, his cockiness was irritating, but add that to his overall appearance and he was just your type. 

It was undeniable how good looking this guy is, and the sexual tension was apparent right from the start. It was clear this whole interaction would end in one of two ways; one, you would go on to be envious of one another for the rest of your racing careers and ignore the tension as best as you could, or two, you end the feud by sleeping together. 

You couldn’t be more glad that the second option was the one that came out on top. 

And from the sound of his throaty grunts and groans, Hayden was equally as glad. 

The way he sounded had you clenching tightly around him in an attempt to stop yourself from slamming your hips down against his. He was so unbelievably hot.

Hot in the way he kept you pressed firmly against him.

Hot in the way he wasn’t shy or embarrassed to verbally express the way he was currently feeling. The way you were making him feel. 

Hot in the way he took control of the heated kiss, angling your head so he could have full and complete access to your mouth. 

Hot in the way he was in complete control on and off the track. 

And that’s without mentioning his appearance. 

Needing to pull away for air, he allowed you to do so before tucking his head away in the space of your neck. His lips peppered kisses along your damp skin, the air flow in the car surprisingly bad. 

Sure, the cross breeze was immaculate when he was driving, but that was because of his speed and atmosphere. Out there he was used to the way his eyes would become dry relatively quickly due to the air whipping past him, but when he was in his usual spot at the back of the set up location, the air was damn near non-existent.

His skin was heated before, when he had claimed his victory of finishing first place in all his races, and his skin was heated now, but for a completely different reason. 

He was hot and bothered and unbelievably turned on, because of you. 

Hayden couldn’t deny the attraction he felt the second he saw you. He was used to girls falling at his feet and throwing themselves at him, so when you didn’t do either of those things and instead returned his confident energy, he was pretty much done for right then and there. 

He also couldn’t deny that, despite how your race ended, you were a pretty good driver. You weren’t throwing his words back at him earlier when he had made the deal with you just to get under his skin. No, you threw them back because you knew you had the potential to be as good as you said you were. 

But he would never admit that he was nervous for a fraction of a second when trailing you as you did a decent job at blocking his attempts to pass. A decent job at preventing his inevitable win. 

He knew right then and there that, given the opportunity, he would train you to be even better, possibly better than him, if you wanted the practice. 

But that was for a later time.

Right now he was painfully hard and twitching with need from his place deep inside you. And the small whines and moans you were letting out didn’t help his case in the slightest. 

He pulled away from your neck, marveling at the fresh mark he had sucked onto your soft skin with a smirk. “You have no idea how hard it was for me to concentrate out there,” he says, surprising you.

You open your eyes and tilt your chin to look down at him, this position making your form the smallest bit taller than his. “What?” You ask and ignore the way your voice sounded so breathless and overused already. “Really?”

“Mhm,” he hummed against the thin skin of your throat before sucking another mark there. “You had me turned on the whole time, since our first meeting. I was hard from the second you accepted that deal with me.”

“Fuck,” you whine and thread your fingers through his sandy hair. “Don’t tell me that, please.”

He smirked against your neck before pulling away to guide your lips to his in a bruising kiss, murmuring, “Why not?” against your mouth.

“Because,” you sighed heavily, twisting the fabric of his white tee in the fingers of your free hand. His jumpsuit had only been partly discarded, the article pulled halfway down his body so he was able to free himself and so you could sink down onto him without anything in the way. “I won’t be able to think about anything else after this when I’m allowed to get back out there again.”

“Good,” was all he said and moved his hands down to tightly grip your waist. “I don’t want you to think about anything else after this other than the fact that I won and you lost, quite brutally at that.”

“Hayden,” you moan in surprise, giving him a look of warning that he quickly brushes off.

“Don’t bother trying to argue,” he dismissed you before giving a sharp thrust of his hips. “We both know who the real winner is. Now, stick to your promise and ride me.”

His words, so vulgar, send a shockwave of need through you. 

How could you not oblige?

Your hands move to hold onto his shoulders as you lift your body up, the feeling of him dragging against your walls after having been wrapped around him for so long had you rolling your eyes. 

A deep groan reverberated from his mouth as you sunk back onto him, repeating the action a few times slowly to create a steady motion. “Just like that, baby,” it came out more breathless than you expected him to sound, like he was getting the relief he had been needing all night. “You feel so good, been thinking about this since you got out of that car.”

His words surprised you and they had your movements faltering just a bit as they sunk in. “Really?” You ask and the look he gives you has you shocked that he was single. He is single, right? The next words that leave your mouth weren’t ones you were planning on asking, but you couldn’t help it after thinking this through, “Wait, are you single?”

Hayden laughed at that before he realized you were actually asking him that. What made you think about his relationship status in a situation like this, he had no idea, but he couldn’t lie and say that the way you were suddenly so worried about it wasn’t the smallest bit heart warming. 

“Are you seriously asking me that after being wrapped around me for ten minutes?” 

Your face flushed at his words and he quickly decided that the sight of you being so flustered was one of the best things he has ever seen. “I don’t know,” you trail off, slowing the grinding of your hips to a still. “I don’t want this to just be one sided….I don’t want to think about you going home to someone else after this.”

You didn’t mean to make things so serious, but you couldn’t help it. You were undeniably attracted to this guy and hated to think that he belonged to someone else and was fine with sleeping with other people while in a relationship. 

You were afraid that you had ruined the mood with that one, but Hayden didn’t let you think that for too long as he gently ran his hands up the sides of your body. “One sided?” He asked but not in a mocking or teasing way. “It’s going to be hard for me to think about anything other than this every time I’m on the track.”

Heat rushed to your face again and you tucked your head away in the space between his neck and shoulder. “Stop,”

“I mean it,” he pressed, reaching one hand up to press his fingers against the skin of your throat. “You don’t know how hot you looked out there. I don’t know how these other guys can concentrate when they know you’re out there with them. You don’t know how hard it was for me to finish that stupid race.”

“You’re not the only one who was distracted,” you trail off when you lifted your hips again and slowly guided him back into you, your eyes narrowing on the way he harshly swallowed in an attempt to hold back his groan so you could continue. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I don’t think guys realize how attractive girls find it when a man knows how to drive like that. It’s hot.”

“Yeah?” He laughed breathlessly, his eyes narrowing as he began to guide your hips into a more firm movement. “Do you think I’m hot?”

How could you not? The look you gave him when he asked that had him laughing and giving you a smug smirk. “Hot?” You reiterate and reach a hand down to grip his wrist while your other one tangled into his hair. “You’re damn near edible.”

He was slightly concerned when he had to hold himself back from coming when those words left your mouth as they weren’t what he was expecting to hear. Gone was his cocky attitude and smirks and what replaced them was a fucked out expression. All he could bring himself to say was, “We’ll keep that in mind for next time,”

And just like that, your worried thoughts from before were gone and you were left feeling reassured that this would not be the first and last time you found yourself wrapped around him. 

With a newfound confidence, you place your hands flat against his shoulders and begin to fuck yourself onto him faster than before. With each lift of your hips he inched deeper and deeper into you, exploring parts of you that you didn’t even know you had. 

He was stretching you out so good and was effectively ruining you for every other guy. He invaded your walls and was the first one to ever hit that sweet spot inside of you. The feeling of his tip pressing against that sensitive space deep within you had your eyes squeezing shut and your hands holding onto him tighter, your head falling into the crevice of his shoulder.

Moans were freely leaving your lips at this point, your care about someone who hadn’t left yet possibly hearing you non-existent. You had never felt this way before, despite being pretty well experienced in this kind of thing. Hayden was hitting all the spots inside you that had you seeing stars behind your eyelids, and his own sounds were ones you found yourself desperate to keep hearing. 

His hands held you in a tight grip by your waist, his own hips lifting to meet you halfway. He sets a brutal pace that has you whining loudly, your hands sliding up to grip the sides of his jaw as you lift your head from his neck. 

After being impaled on him for so long, the build up to your release was creeping up on you without warning. You already felt sensitive and stretched beyond belief, but you also couldn’t deny how well your body fit with his and how well you took him.

It was something you tried to ignore as you knew it would boost his already overfilled confidence, but it seemed as though he was thinking the same thing, “You’re taking me so well. So good. Like you were made for me,” he breathed out, his eyes closing tightly as he felt his own release steadily approaching. “Just for me.”

Yeah, it was safe to say that Hayden was successfully ruining any and all future endeavors with potential lovers. 

“I need to feel it,” he mumbled, referring to your inevitable high you’ve been feeling all night. Your legs began to shake and burn due to overexertion while your core begged for release. It seemed as though you weren’t the only one begging, as he opened his mouth to plead a quiet, hushed, “Please.”

 To hear him beg for you like that had your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open in a desperate whine of his name, your body stilling its movements while his hips continued to thrust into you. 

He chases his own release while you try to recover from yours, the slick movement of him nudging against your walls making you shake from the sensitivity. A few more deep thrusts later and he was there, his deep, throaty groans being the only sounds you were met with. 

You both were struggling to catch your breath and you were briefly reminded of the very first time you ever got behind the wheel before a race. Your heart was racing and you were sweating, your chest rising and falling quickly in an attempt to regulate your breathing. 

Almost unwillingly, you lift yourself up and allow him to tuck himself away again before he reaches behind him to tug his shirt off. He hands it to you with a sheepish smile and pulls his jumpsuit back up while you use his shirt to clean yourself up. 

Once he was covered back up, with the exception of the zipper not being pulled up all the way, and you had tossed the shirt aside and tugged your underwear back on, he turned your body around and pulled you against him.

With your back now pressed against his chest he wraps his arms around you in a surprise embrace as you didn’t expect him to be so gentle or for him to feel the need to take care of you afterwards. 

You lean further back and rest your head on his shoulder, your hands resting over his. “So, did I live up to my end of the deal?” You asked after a few minutes. 

Hayden laughs from behind you, the sound breathless despite him being able to regain control over his breathing. “I forgot that that’s what started all this,” he muttered and you don’t bother hiding the small smile that formed on your lips as you knew he wouldn’t see it. “You were perfect.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up,”

“I mean it,” he protests and leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head. He watched as you pressed the heels of your palms against your closed eyes and suddenly felt guilt beginning to chip away at him. “Is your head hurting again?”

He hated to think that your accident from earlier was still very much affecting you and you hid it from him during the whole thing. Despite his overall attitude, he found himself caring deeply for you and wanted to make sure you didn’t regret what happened now that it was over. 

You shake your head and press your body closer to his. “No,” you answer and brush your nose along the underside of his jaw. “I feel perfectly fine.” 

Hayden nods at that and tightens his hold on you after realizing that it had loosened while he was lost in his own head. “Are you sure?” He asks again, needing reassurance that you were okay now that you had come back down from your high. “That was quite the hit you took earlier.”

Your heart swelled at his concern and you lifted your head so you were able to look into his eyes. “I’m fine,” you say again and continue when he gave you a look that said he didn’t believe you, “Trust me, the only part of me that hurts right now are my legs, and I have you to thank for that.”

Your words successfully put him at ease and it was then when you saw the return of his smirk. “There’s no need to thank me, princess. It was bound to happen, anyway,” he shrugged and you just shook your head. “With that being said, I hope you don’t think that this was just a way to sleep with you then leave it at that. Believe it or not, I’m not a hookup kinda guy.”

His confession surprised you and you were beginning to believe that this guy was full of surprises. You debated on teasing him, but decided not to when you realized that his prior tough guy persona was just a facade. You felt reassured as you remembered the pang of sadness you felt earlier when you thought this was just going to be a one time thing. “I believe it,” you murmured and leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Because I’m not a hookup kinda girl, either.”

Hayden smiled at that and you took pride in the fact that you were able to wipe off that smirk he wore so proudly. “Good,” was all he said and pressed another kiss to your mouth, this one a bit longer than the first one. 

You smile as you pull away and turn to face the front again, ignoring the cramp beginning to form in your legs due to the lack of space as you ask the dreaded question, “So, how screwed do you think my car is?”

-

Nearly two days had passed until you were able to see the aftermath of your accident.

Your car was fucked, for lack of better words. 

While you were normally out on the track three times a week, you would have to sit out the next two races for this week while your team worked on fixing up the exterior of your car. 

The state of your beloved Mustang had your heart breaking just a bit as you watched the guys smooth out the dents and fix up loose bars. You watched them work for a bit before deciding that you had seen enough. 

You exit the garage and bump into someone as you did so. They steady you and when you hear the deep laugh of Hayden your face heats up quickly. “Where are you going in such a rush?” He asks and keeps his hands on your arms. 

You sigh and look up at his annoyingly pretty eyes. It had been a day since you had seen him and you were embarrassed to say you missed him. You had never felt this way before and having him standing here in front of you in casual clothing instead of work clothing was not helping. “I’m running away from my responsibilities,” you muttered. 

He laughed again and peered into the garage behind you. “How bad is it?” 

Sighing, you tug him closer to you and press your head against his chest. “Really bad,” 

Hayden wraps his arms around you and you breathe in the scent of his woodsy cologne. He was wearing a simple white tee and black jeans, his usual jumpsuit nowhere to be found as he wasn’t set to race until a few hours from now. You were convinced that he could make even the most unflattering clothing look good. “I’m sorry,” he offered and you rolled your eyes, pulling away to look up at him. His height was one of the things that had initially caught your attention, so to see him up close like this was a bit intimidating.

“Are you?” You ask and place your hands flat against his back. “That crash was how I found myself having to pay up my end of our deal.”

He smirks at that and looks to the side and easily ignores the stares of the other drivers as they watch the two most competitive racers intimately embrace. No one ever expected you to get close to another driver, let alone be seen wrapped up in their arms. It was unheard of. “So, I’m assuming you won’t be on the tracks tonight?” He ignores your attempt at riling him up and looks back down at you.

You sigh again, “Nope,”

Hayden shakes his head and presses a kiss to your temple. “I got something that will make you feel better,” he murmurs.  “Do you want to see it?”

You pull away from him and raise a brow, your curiosity getting the better of you as you take his hand and allow him to lead you towards the pits. There you were met with the sight of his car, and your face immediately heats up when you remember the events that took place the last time you saw it. The last time you were in it, you should say. The thought had you holding back a smirk, “A quickie before you’re set to race?” You ask as he pulls you towards the Chevy. “That’s a bit risky with all these people around, even for you.”

Hayden just laughs and shakes his head again. “That wasn’t what I had in mind,” he says and guides you towards the left side of the car. He stands back and lets you look at the smooth metal and at first you were confused, but then you looked closer. 

Next to the large Star Wars sticker was a new one, though much smaller. Tucked away just above the tire was a bright red 34 and it took you no time at all to realize that was your racing number, as well as your color. 

You step away from the car but keep your back to Hayden, a dumb grin seeming to be stuck on your lips. The fact that he had put your number and trademark color on his car meant he was serious about whatever it was between you, despite only knowing you for a very short period of time. You were glad that he was also feeling the same way you were. 

At your lack of response, Hayden felt his heart begin to beat quicker and he quickly tried thinking of a way to talk himself out of this, but ultimately ended up with nothing. “Is it too much?” He asked instead. 

Shaking your head, you turn to face him. “No,” you answer and step towards him. “No, I like it.” 

He breathes out a sigh of relief when you tuck yourself under his arm. 

“Does this mean we’re dating now?” 

He raised a brow at that. “I thought we already were,” he said back and that was all the confirmation you needed. The hot guy whose arm you were safely under was yours and you were his. “Since you can’t race tonight, can I count on you to cheer me on?” 

“Of course,” you answer and add, “Can I count on you to put on a good show?”

“Always,” he grins. “But it might be tough for me to concentrate on driving since we fucked in the front seat only a day ago.”

“So, you’ll be thinking of me? Perfect,” you stand on the tips of your toes to kiss him quickly. A kiss that was far too short for his liking as he pouted when you pulled away. “You better go get ready. If you win tonight, I promise you’ll like your reward.” 

You wiggle your brows as you turn and walk back to the garage, leaving Hayden to stand by himself with a semi-hard on.

If he had any doubts before, they were all put to rest by your teasing promise. He was going to win tonight. He had to. 

You knew Hayden was a good driver when you were competing against him, but here in the stands it was undeniable. He was always quick to correct, over-correct and dodge when he needed to and was unbelievably good at passing people, even on the risky turns. 

Saying you weren’t hot and bothered would be a massive lie and you were praying to anyone listening that he would win. You didn’t have any doubts, though, as he was the best one on the track by far. 

That was proven as the night went on and his place in first never faltered. You weren’t surprised when he finished the night at the top of the leaderboard, and as he gave his winning speech while he looked towards the stands with a wild glint in his eyes, you had a feeling you knew exactly who he was searching for.

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Part 2

+ @jesusfootsandles thank you for the awareness you spread in regards to the creeps who post about Jack <3 and your bio is one of the best things I've ever read x

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[bestialopez]

night crash | marc marquez

my first ever request and long piece🤧

summary: you are street racer and after accident you called marc

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When to clock hit 10PM, you decided that it's time for late night ride. As a street racer, you knew this hour is the best for some adrenaline and speed racing since the streets are almost empty. You got your motorcycle from garage and turn it on. First couple of hours, you were going through the speedway. As always, you decided to came back home through the wilderness instead of street. In past three years nothing bad happened to you until today... You lost control over the bike when you rode over a rock. You fall down on your right arm which was now hurting you very badly. You was pretty sure that it's all gonna be bruised tomorrow and that's why you didn't want to call the ambulance. Instead, you've decided to call your boyfriend. You took out your phone from the pocket. When you saw that the clock shows 2:07AM, you wasn't sure if it's good idea to wake up Marc but you also knew that you won't be able to came back home by yourself. When you calmed your nerves, you called him. Marc, all drowsy, answer the phone haven't noticing who's calling.

Marc: Hello, who is this?

You: Hi babe...

Marc: Why are you calling this late? What happened?

You: Well... I need your help. Can you come pick me up, I crashed.

Marc: Yeah, no problem... Wait, YOU CRASHED?

You: Yes but it's nothing bad. My arm just hurts and I won't be able to came back by myself that's why i need your help.

Marc: Send me your location and I'll be there as fast as I can.

You: Thank you, drive safe. I love you.

Marc: I will, love you too.

You sent Marc your location and was patiently waiting for him. After 20 minutes, Marc was there. All worried, he run to you to check how are you feel. You told him that everything is fine but your right arm is gonna be all bruised tomorrow. He helped you to get up from the ground where you was laying. Marc opened you passenger door and helped you to fasten your seatbelts. After it, he picked up your bike and put it in his trunk. Marc tried to talk with you about what happened but you didn't really wanted to talk with him. All you wanted was to do laid in your bed and fell asleep after this accident. He decided to respect it and turned the music so you can relax. Instead of driving you to your place, your boyfriend decided to take care of you and that's why he drove the two of you to his house. When you both arrived, Marc helped you to change since your arm was still in pain. Both of you laid down and fell asleep pretty fast. The next morning, you've decided to post on instagram.

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yourusername i think i'm done for now with late night rides✨🌙

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marcmarquez93 i think i'm done with late night rescue🙃

| yourusername it wasn't that bad, was it?

alexmarquez73 so this is why he was running like maniac at 2AM yesterday, i swear whole neighbourhood heard his running across the house

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[ofstoriesandstardust]

like father, like daughter masterlist

updated 02/04/24

series playlist

before the Iron Daggers, and Rebster, and a found family with a beloved dog, there were two kids and their parent figures doing their best. aka the prequel series to same mistakes no one but me asked for

note: these are written in no particular order and a couple of them might flash forward to the future or take place closer to the same mistakes timeline, but they don’t quite fit into same mistakes-verse. each fic will have a little note! hope you enjoy this little new project of mine

waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

or: How Carole became the mother figure Rebel never had

terrors of the night

or: Carole and Maverick mistake an art exhibit for a fun activity for their kids.

sunshine and city lights

or: The first time Ice took his honorary kids to D.C. (an unofficial continuation of terrors of the night)

winner takes all

or: How Ice became Rebel’s godfather

i need some sleep

or: Maverick finds comfort after Goose’s death in his daughter 

right here, right now

or: Rooster and Rebel sit in a treehouse and contemplate their futures

getaway car

or: The night Bradley left

safe inside

or: “Uncle Slider” steps up to the plate when his RIO can’t

on a dime, your whole life can change

or: Ice breaks the news of his cancer diagnosis to his goddaughter

a million on my soul

or: Rebel’s experience at Top Gun

light

or: Natalie’s labor

everybody loves to tell me i was born an old soul

or: Ice returns to D.C. with his goddaughter 

orange show speedway

or: Carole and Maverick go to the Del Mar fair with their kids

ya got the makings of greatness in ya

or: Maverick gives Rebel some guidance after she almost loses her wingman

how do i say goodbye?

or: Rebel prepares to say goodbye to her father (a continuation of seven o’clock news/silent night)

will i take it all for granted? (and be leaving empty-handed?)

or: After a tumultuous trip with Ice over the holidays back to D.C., his cancer getting worse, Rebel contemplates her place in the Navy.

when she loved me

or: Rebel asks Maverick a question about her mother he can’t answer

rivers and roads

or: Goose’s funeral 

never grow up

or: Rebel and Maverick reflect on times gone by.

innocent

or: Ten years later, Slider and Rebel finally address that night. (a follow-up to safe inside)

i know the end

or: Rebel’s breaking point.

making the bed

#i think i bit off more than i can chew #BUT WHATEVER #same mistakes #like father like daughter #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #pete mitchell

[hooked-on-elvis]

okay, hiiii! so ahem, I’m not too sure if you’ve watched elvis’ “stay away, joe,” and if you haven’t you really should. although it’s kinda…iffy, he’s so damn fine in there 😮‍💨🫠

I’m really curious about one of his ladies in the film! Quentin Dean, do you know anything or any info as in if they’ve had a bond, or any outtakes?

She randomly popped into my head after watching the wh0rehouse scene in the ‘68 comeback, bc susan henning lowk looked like her in it?!?! lol I think it’s the bangs or sumthin’

But please and thank you, I gotta know!

Hi, Lexy! I'm so, so sorry for taking so long to answer your question, dear. Thank you for reaching me out for information on Elvis' movies, I feel honored you'd think of me for this, really. If there's something I love to talk about, concerning Elvis' career, this is it, his movies — even if it's not always I am lucky finding satisfying info on them, like in this case. 😣

I've spent a long, long while trying to find anything about Quentin Dean and her relationship with Elvis during making of Stay Away Joe (that's why I took so long so answer you) - from Youtube videos to movie magazines articles, but unfortunately I still haven't.

Strangely, Quentin Dean retired pretty quick from Hollywood, after only 4 movies done and very few one-episode appearances in some Western TV shows.

Her acting career (TV and movies) lasted from 1967 to 1969, two years, and it's just bizarre since she was nominated for a Golden Globe Awards for Best Supporting Actress due to her first role on the big screen on the Oscar winner movie (Best Picture) 'In the Heat of the Night' (1967). This movie was released the same year Quentin filmed Stay Away Joe with Elvis (filmed from October 9 to November 27, 1967, released on March 8, 1968).

Quentin Dean prepared for her screen test for the Academy Award Winner movie In The Heat of the Night (1967).

Curiously enough, other than the movies, one of the few TV shows Quentin worked on was The Virginian, created by - guess who! - Charles Marquis Warren, director/producer/screenwriter of Charro! (1969 *updated for minor correction on date -- 'Charro!' was filmed during July and August of 1968 and released in 1969*). Quentin appeared in only one episode of that show, but even so, why would she give up her acting career so fast? She surely had good network in Hollywood... that's just weird. What's worse is that it seems she rarely gave interviews during her acting career and/or denied interviews after retiring from Hollywood, which would explain why her interviews are so hard to find.

1968. Quentin Dean as Saranora on The Virginian (TV Series, 1962–1971) S7. E1 "The Saddle Warmer".

I really tried to find any interview with her, and there must be some, but with a career as short-lived as hers the journalists' interest for details on her acting career is not that big, therefore there aren't modern articles online (that I have put my eyes on) and the existing vintage 60s printed ones weren't scanned and shared online so far, I suppose. 😣 What a shame!

I am confident (or just hopeful) there must be some kind of information concerning her work relationship with EP in books specifically dealing with Stay Away Joe making of, such as "Elvis: Behind The Scenes Speedway & Stay Away Joe" by Erik Lorentzen. I haven't read this book yet, unfortunately. I'm so sorry for not being helpful for now, dear. I tried. I wish I knew something. :( If any friend reading this have already read this book and know something helpful, please, feel free to share what you know with our community. ♥

Well, since we're talking about it already, if you ask me I'd say Elvis and Quentin had a pretty good professional relationship but not as close as Elvis and some of his other leading ladies had. This is pure speculation on my part, but I have a reason to think so. This if one of the movies Elvis did (this one and 'Kissin' Cousins', maybe a few others too, not sure) that Priscilla -- as well as some of the wives from the Memphis Mafia guys -- was right there watching Elvis work in the filming set. I'm not implying Elvis would have had any intimate relationship with Quentin if Priscilla hadn't been there on the filming set or anything but, speaking on friendship matters, it makes sense Elvis would have spent more of his time on set, during breaks from filming, with his gang than with the other actors. Not sure but if so, Quentin wouldn't have many opportunities to get better acquaintance of him, I guess she wouldn't have much to say about him as a person because of this.

What I can say is: below is a "behind the scenes" picture [on the right], not a publicity shot for what I've read. Judging from their faces, Elvis and Quentin had fun working together. ✨ I know, I know... this is not specific but this is what I can share for now.

I'm gonna keep trying to find some information about Quentin's career, and hopefully on her accounts over working in Stay Away Joe. I really wish I could understand why her acting career was so short and what she has done afterwards in her life, so maybe in interviews she shared something about it.

For now, I'm humbly gonna share some of the pictures of Stay Away Joe. And, yes, I've watched it! I've watched all of Elvis' movies.

Stay Away Joe didn't catch my heart at first but little by little it grew on me. Now it is one of my favorite Elvis movies, even tho I still think it's an extremely noisy and a little messy-looking movie too. LOL. Even so it's a good movie... here and there I re-watch it. ♥

Elvis Presley (Joe Lightcloud), Joan Blondell (Glenda Callahan), and Quentin Dean (Mamie Callahan) in Stay Away Joe (1968)

And, to make all of us a little happier, our man:

Stay Away Joe (1968 released, filmed in late 1967)

#elvis presley #quentin dean #stay away joe #1968 #elvis movies #elvis films #elvis fans #elvis fandom #60s movies

[glacecakes]

Of all the things US citizens are divided on, I’ve never seen one more universal than the convenience store war

(Feel free to add your propaganda in the tags)

#american #America #tumblr polls #poll #us culture #idk how to tag these #Glace.txt #the answer is wawa btw

[speedway-official-unofficial]

eyyyyy thoughts on thick and creamy and luscious mayonnaise

i hate mayo.

(Never tried it but it looks yucky)

#speedway #speedway answers

[earthbaby-angelboy]

Walter Hale, Jess Wade, Steve Grayson and Dr. John Carpenter (ECU) as caregivers

Walter Hale (The Trouble With Girls, 1969):

Walter definitely strikes me as the type to adapt to whatever you need. If you need someone gentle, he's there to coddle you. If you need someone stricter, he's there with rules. Whatever you need, he's got. I get the feeling he'd be good with a kiddo who is real small (0-2), but I think if push came to shove he'd also be able to take care of someone older. It all depends on the chemistry.

If he knows you're stressed or teetering over the edge of a breakdown, he has no problem 'forcing' you to regress. He's very naturally manipulative, so it works like a charm. If you're ranting and raving about something, he'll literally come up to you and just pop your pacifier in your mouth with a knowing "better?" He loves when you sit on his lap while he's in meetings, and he has no qualms about walking around the Chautauqua with you on his hip. If anyone has anything to say about your regression, they answer to him. He's the one that you go to when you need to regress, but just...can't.

He absolutely loves buying you pretty little outfits so he can show you off to all his friends, but god-forbid they cast one lustful look in your direction and they're dead before daylight. He doesn't let you get your hands dirty. He loves spoiling you, and delights in your happiness.

He loves when you call him "daddy", and when he's stressed due to work or whatever else, he'll ask you to cuddle with him. It's beneficial to the both of you; he gets to relax, and you get to spend time with him. It's a win-win!

Jess Wade (Charro!, 1969):

He is naturally very stoic, and has a resting bitch face, so he would not be great with a regressor who is incredibly sensitive. He likes taking care of older kiddos (5-9), but doesn't mind taking care of the real little ones too.

He definitely would be the type to tell you to stop crying, then go all wide-eyed and gentle when you just cry harder. He's very straightforward, and expects you to communicate when you are upset and not make him do mental gymnastics to figure out what's bothering you. If you're having a meltdown, he'll usually just leave you to cry it out unless you explicitly state that you want him there.

He doesn't really have rules, but if you are acting particularly rude or just downright mean, he does serve punishments. They are more traditional, like writing lines, cleaning one spot over and over, or standing in a corner. Always tells you afterwords how proud he is of you for handling your punishment well.

This man has absolutely NO paternal instinct, so he learns along the way. If you're having a particularly rough day, big or little, he takes you out on his horse. Sometimes, he'll grab one of his cowboy hats and play peek-a-boo with you. Your laugh is the only thing that can bring a light smile to his face. He will never ask it of you, but his heart would melt into a puddle of goo if you called him "papa."

He likes nonchalant and domestic forms of intimacy, like cleaning up around the house for you and bringing you a flower bouquet he picked himself. His favorite activity, though, is doing shared activities together in silence, eg. reading separate books, but sitting close together.

Steve Grayson (Speedway, 1968):

Steve would not consider himself to be a caregiver whatsoever, but rather just an older brother! He himself is a regressor, but stays in an old enough headspace that he's able to keep a close eye on you. He loves to sit on the floor with you and get lost in a silly game. He adores taking naps with you, but will still knock out for a few (hours) even if you don't.

He himself is very hyperactive, so he would be good with a little that has a vibrant personality and a whole lotta energy! The two of you spend hours running around at a playground, just laughing and having fun because damn it, you both deserve to be happy. He loves booping your nose and squishing your cheeks.

He takes you on fancy ice cream parlour dates once a week! You little meances order 4 scoops of ice cream with all the toppings you can pile on! (...It has enough sugar to put an old woman in a coma.) He doesn't really care about how much sugar you have, as long as you don't get a tummy ache.

He doesn't like titles, but he doesn't mind nicknames! His favorites are "Vee" and "Stevie!"

Although he is an older brother figure, he has some small rules in place for your safety. He asks that you hold his hand when crossing the street, ask him if there's something on a shelf you can't reach, etc. Just little things he can do to keep you safe and make you more comfortable!

Dr. John Carpenter (Change Of Habit, 1969):

He would make an incredible caregiver for anyone struggling with a mental illness or trauma disorder. He understands how delicate someone can be when regressed, so he is very conscious of the things he says and does around you. He understands your brain better than you do, and can tell when you're going to regress beforehand.

He is very helpful when it comes to working through sensory overloads, meltdowns and outbursts. He is so calm and patient, always looking at you with kind eyes. He never punishes you for expressing how you are feeling, but does encourage you to discuss with him the emotions and thought process' behind your words and actions.

Touch is something incredibly special to him, so he's very careful about it. He loves cradling you close to him, especially when you're upset.

He doesn't give you rules, and he lets you "take the lead", so to speak. You go to bed when you can't keep your eyes open, he lets you eat all the sweets you want until you're satisfied, and he doesn't ever force you to regress. But, he does establish somewhat of a routine to make sure you're taking good care of yourself. Something that remains consistent in your routine is that when he notices you're getting super tired, he gives you tummy rubs. He likes playing dolls with you, mainly because he pays attention to the stories you create. Sort of like play therapy!

He would be good with any little (and is good with people in general), but I get the feeling he would be really awesome taking care of a little who has a newborn or baby headspace.

#fanfic #creative writing #fanfiction #writing #elvis presley #elvis presley age regression #elvis presley fanfiction #steve grayson #agere #older brother steve grayson #dr john carpenter #cg john carpenter #walter hale #cg walter hale #jess wade #cg jess wade #change of habit 1969 #the trouble with girls 1969 #speedway 1968 #charro! 1969 #cg elvis presley #good god i love this man.

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Sonic Bravo - Part One

KYLE CROUSE: Here’s a question from Armored Turtle. “Sonic CD, but the only change is that Sonic is the one who gets a crush on Amy rather than vice-versa. How does the rest of the Sonic series play out?”

IAN FLYNN: [chuckling] You finish the uh, Stardust Speedway race and free Amy, and she’s just kinda like, curtsy, “Thank you!” and wanders off, and Sonic’s like, “Aw...” KYLE: [as Sonic] “Oh, whoa, whoa, hey…” IAN: Uh… not a ton to work of— uh, off of in a lot of the Classic stuff in general. Not official, anyway, ‘cause she’s mostly cameo and there’s not a ton of story with her in it… we get to Modern, and I guess by Sonic Adventure, she’s running away from ZERO with Birdie, and Sonic’s like, [suavely] “Hey, you uh, come to this town often?” And she’s like “Running away from a giant robot! Help! Later, bye!” KYLE: [chuckles] IAN: [as Sonic] “Ah nuh nuh nuh— I can help! See, I fight robots! Amy, look at me, I’m fightin’ the robot!” We get to Twinkle Park. [as Sonic, suavely] “Hey, says here, uh, cute couples get in free. What do you think? …Amy? [then, frustrated] Augh, it’s a freakin’ robot! Come on, man!” KYLE: [laughs] Yup, yup… pretty much. IAN: Amy breaks into prison island to bust him outta jail for old times’ sake. [as Sonic] “Ah, so you came all this way to marry me, huh?” [as Amy] “That’s it, leaving the door locked.” [as Sonic] “No, wait, wait, wait, I was kidding! Open the door! Come on!” KYLE: [laughing, then reading chat] So basically Sonic becomes Johnny Bravo? That’s what I’m— IAN: [uproarious laughter] KYLE: [unintelligible] That’s what’s comin’ around here, that’s what the chat says. [laughing] IAN: [really insanely good Johnny Bravo voice] “Do the Monkey with me!” KYLE: [laughs] Oh no! Oh no… IAN: [like, REALLY good Johnny Bravo voice] “Gonna hit me with a hunk ‘a, hunk ‘a piko-piko hammer.” KYLE: [laughing] No… IAN: [as Johnny Bravo] “Come on, Amy, gimme some sugar! Gotta speed, keed!” KYLE: Ohhh, no… IAN: [chuckling, then as Johnny Bravo] “Whatcha see is whatcha get! I’m just a hedgehog who loves adventure!” KYLE: [wheezing laugh] Well… IAN: Okay, add to to-do list, ‘Re-dub entire Sonic series as Sonic Bravo.’ Got it. KYLE: Got it, alright. [laughing] You do that really— IAN: [as Johnny Bravo] “It’s not speed, he’s using a Chaos Emerald to warp!” KYLE: God, why do you do that so well? IAN: [chuckling] KYLE: Why? IAN: [as Johnny Bravo] “No snacks or in-flight movies, I’m outta here! Hyah!” KYLE: [laughing] IAN: Okay, next question, or I’m gonna be doing this all night. KYLE: Yeah, yes, yes, yes. No, no, no, we— we need to move on.

—— TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It’s just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don’t like an answer, you don’t have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It’s all just for fun!

#bumblekast #ian flynn #kyle crouse #sonic the hedgehog #idw sonic #archie sonic #amy rose #johnny bravo #sonic bravo #Ian's Johnny Bravo voice is one of the best things to ever happen to us as a species I think. #Going to put parts two and three in the queue when they're done! #Youtube

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He Does Hear

My son is exhausted. Yes, even in that exhaustion, there is the knowledge he was able to take part in history. The first race in the newly reopened North Wilkesboro Speedway. The track is less than two hours away from where we live. Someone he knows did not want him to miss the event and paid for his ticket. The issue then became parking. Checking official and unofficial sites, all were shouting…

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#answered prayers #God hears #North Wilkesboro Speedway #prayers #racing #trusting and faith #within His will

[gayemeralds]

are u a fan of the metal sonic is sonic roboticized thing? idk if you already answered a question like this,

BOY AM I

this theory has an actual canon basis which, frankly, drives me insane.

eggman never making another metal sonic- wouldn't it be easier for him to win if he could just build an army or metal sonics.... unless he couldnt?

in sonic generations you fight silver in crisis city. you fight metal sonic in stardust speedway bad future. despite those two events being erased from the timeline.....

metal sonic being obsessed with sonic. he thinks he IS sonic. why in the world would eggman program him into thinking that... unless maybe he was the real sonic, after all?

everything about sonic heroes but specifically metal sonics line about seeing him as he is now, no longer afraid. and his attempt to turn everyone into robots.

I think there's just enough scraps of information to make a hypothesis: that metal sonic came from the bad future, where eggman succeeded in taking over the world and turned sonic into a robot. the future eggman either wanted to get rid of sonic or decided to give it to his past self to "secure his victory". eggman, excited, takes metal sonic under his wing, but this effects the timeline and causes eggman to lose instead of win. this sets off a chain of events that leads to our sonic winning and going on to bigger and better adventures; sonic was supposed to fail on little planet, but thanks to the butterfly effect, he succeeds. and metal sonic is left in the aftermath with no future to go back to, with no home to return to.

metal sonic being sonic is some next level horror type shit that drives me nuts. the idea that the embodiment of freedom and free will and the indomitable spirit being turned into the very oppressor he fought against, completely unwilling, turned into a weapon of war instead of an attempt at creating peace. your entire identity is stripped from you- your personality, your ability to properly feel emotions, your ability to think for yourself and do as you please- gone. forced to obey the very man that turned you into this metal monster, that either killed all of your friends or turned them into monsters just like you. forced to serve the man who's actively destroying the world you spent so long trying to keep safe, polluting and turning the beautiful planet as cool and blue as you into an industrial wasteland.

did eggman realise his mistake, in his haste to take over the world, and sent metal sonic back to stop his past self from taking over? did eggman simply want to get rid of metal sonic when he became faulty, when he started to overcome his programing? did eggman send him back to give his past self an even better advantage? or did sonic manage to do it all himself, after months of fighting the programming?

doesn't matter. what matters is that metal ends up in the past, ends up back in the hands of the monster he served for months on end, the monster who turned him into a monster, the monster that finally tamed wind and chained freedom.

but the worst thing of all.... is seeing your past self.

free and unburdened and flesh. free and fast and winning. free. winning.

its you, but its not you, because this sonic succeeds where you failed. this sonic stops eggman from using the time stones to conquer the world, this sonic defeats you in a race and saves amy and saves the entire world and you. failed. again.

because, as time tells, as you continue being forced to fight against your fleshy doppelganger, like an attack dog, over and voer again, you realize the pattern. he wins. you lose.

he gets stronger, goes on tougher adventures, sees things you only ever dreamed of seeing back in your shitty little cell when eggman was holding you captive. he defeats monsters and men and gods alike and he grows stronger and older and better and wiser and you don't change. you're still that stupid eleven year old who got captured by your worst enemy, you’re still that faulty, cracked weapon of war who's starting to lose sight of your mission of serving eggman. you're still you, the sonic that fails, the sonic that keeps failing because you can't get stronger, because you cant get better and faster and wiser.

and its driving you insane, being the sonic that loses, being subservent to the man who took away your ability to bleed, and something snaps in your coding, and you can finally see clearer than you have in years.

you lock up the man who turned you into this beast and you hunt down sonic's friends, stealing their data, copying everything you can. you can't defeat sonic by yourself, because you're the sonic that loses, but if you copy their abilities, if you become something more than sonic, perhaps you can finally be the sonic that wins. you can finally succeed and he can finally fail and after years of that asshole rubbing it into your face, at being constantly reminded of just how badly you fucked up, you can finally come out on top.

you'll prove to the world that you're the real sonic, that you're the sonic that wins, and you'll force everyone to feel the same terror you've felt since you were eleven and you watched your flesh melt into titanium. you'll turn this entire world into robots like you, into a mechanical wasteland, and you'll never, ever, ever be alone again. finally, they'll understand your pain, they'll understand you, and they'll respect you, because you became the sonic that won.

but things don't work out. because the universe seems to favour this sonic, because maybe he's just got more luck than you, because maybe you were just doomed from the very start. but sonic wins- he and his stupid friends that used to be your stupid friends win and they defeat you and you're left in the aftermath, once again, as the sonic that loses.

and then eggman finds you and reprograms you and you are back to square one. and you are back to being a puppet. and you are back to being strung along. and you are back to being the sonic that loses.

#master emerald brothel