nascar-drivers

Y’all.

This morning Trump tweeted some shit about how NASCAR knows how to respect the flag, which I’m not going to dig out because fuck that

Not half an hour later, NASCAR driver Dale Earnhardt, Jr. tweets this:

All Americans R granted rights 2 peaceful protests Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable-JFK

Holy shit.

So in case you don’t know, Dale Earnhardt, Sr. was also a NASCAR driver with a huge fan base who was killed in an accident in 2001. He was elevated to god-king status immediately – there’s still commemorative plates and shit, it’s serious – and his son was invested with all his mythos. 

“Junior” is NASCAR Jesus, is what I’m saying. And NASCAR Jesus just said the NFL protests are a civil right and repressing them will bring on the revolution.

I would give so much to know how his racist fans are reacting right now. Holy cow.

Proximity (01)-My Place at Six

Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.

Warnings: fluffy, some language


Proximity (00)-Prologue, Proximity (02)-Just My Neighbor, Proximity (03)-Forty Percent, Proximity (04)-Writing My Goodbyes, Proximity (05)-If You Want, Proximity (06)-Oblivion, Proximity (07)-IDFCProximity (08)-Last Night, Proximity (09)-Boo at the Zoo pt.1, Proximity (10)-Boo at the Zoo Pt.2Proximity (11)-Girlfriend 


“Really, (Y/N),” Sebastian grumbled as his neighbor turned friend approached the table they normally sat at together. “It’s seven in the morning and you’re already calling me a diva on Instagram?”

“You’re the one who ordered two drinks,” she teased in reply and sat down across from him, dropping her canvas satchel in the seat beside her.

“One’s for caffeine and the other is for taste,” he huffed as if she should have predicted that. “Besides, it’s going to be a long morning for me,” he sighed again as he tapped his pen against the table. “And I’m not a fucking weirdo who gets five shots of espresso like some people,” he said before locking eyes with her.

“That was one time and it was by accident,” (Y/N) protested as she sipped her latte.

“You fell asleep in the cab!” he laughed. “I had to carry you to your apartment!”

“And I’ve learned from my mistake,” she sighed. “Only two shots…for now.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at (Y/N) as she flipped her watch to face her.

“You better not get another coffee when you get to campus,” he chastised her.

“Says the guy who already had a cup in his apartment and then buys two more,” she laughed, an arrogant smirk falling onto her lips.

“How do you know I had one this morning?” he quickly asked her and looked up from his work.

“Your coffee maker is like Shocky from How I Met Your Mother; my lights flicker every time you use it.” Slowly, her eyes crept over the table and landed on the papers tucked beneath his arms. “What are you working on?” she asked, trying to pluck the sheets from his grasp.

“Top secret! Sorry, civilians aren’t allowed to see,” he teased while shoving he papers away from (Y/N).

“Marvel is really buckling down on you guys, huh?” she asked while continuing to sip on her drink.

“After Tom Holland forgot to turn his script in,” Sebastian muttered under his breath.

“Come on, cut him some slack,” (Y/N) pestered Sebastian in return by shoving his arm. “He burnt the script as soon as he got home.”

“Or that’s what he wants you to think!” (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at Sebastian as he sipped his iced coffee.

“Okay, Seb, calm down,” she chuckled, “your Mackie is showing.”

“It’s seven thirty, don’t you have Psychology and the Legal System in half an hour?” Sebastian asked as he checked the time on his phone.

“Damn, do you have my whole schedule in there?” she asked while propping herself up on her elbows and leaning over the narrow table to look at his phone screen, leading him to laugh at her sarcastically. “My professor canceled this morning, but I do have to run into the library before my next class and print off my report.”

“The one for Maladaptive Behaviors and Psychopathology?”

“Seriously, Sebastian, do you have my schedule memorized or something?” she laughed as she shifted her book bag onto her shoulder, preparing to make the short hike to John Jay College for Criminal Justice.

“I like to know when I’ll be seeing you again,” he said wit ha smile in his voice. “Plus you slam your door when you leave, let your books and papers lay scattered around your apartment, and meticulously date things.”

“Well, I’m sorry my organization had lead to your inconvenience,” she huffed and took a long last sip of her latte.

“It’s not an inconvenience to me,” he laughed while drinking his iced coffee. She hurriedly grabbed his green tea frappachino and took a sip before placing it back in front of Sebastian and smirking at him.

“Stalker.” (Y/N) gave him a short wink before walking about of the Starbucks and making her way toward her college campus to prepare for a short day of intense classes.


Sebastian slumped forward over his newest script, Logan Lucky, where he would be playing a NASCAR driver, and took a long sip of his drink. He finished his first ordered drink and then dropped it into the trashcan beside his table.

Seb Stan: You’re from the south, right?

(Y/N) had tried desperately to lose her southern accent but one night, when tipsy and watching a movie at Sebastian’s place, she let slip one too many ‘yalls’ and said ‘ain’t’ a few too many times as well. He picked up on it quickly and, thinking about it now, he smiled at how free she was when not focusing on managing her accent.

       Cute Neighbor: who told you? 😒

Seb Stan: Your drunk-ass!!

Seb Stan: Tell me about NASCAR 😫

       Cute Neighbor: Seb, I’m in class!

       Cute Neighbor: Since when do you care about NASCAR?

Sebastian smirked and twirled his phone between his fingers, knowing she’d eventually call him when she was free. Slowly, he flipped through the photos on his phone, allowing smiles to creep onto his lips as his eyes landed on her gentle face and soft hair.

Ever since they met three months ago, Sebastian had been completely entranced by everything she had to offer. She was constantly upbeat and playful in her mannerisms. More than anything he enjoyed the realism in their relationship. She wasn’t just apart of his life because of his fame, she didn’t know him because of convenience of status or through mutual friends of celebrity; he met her through proximity and has gotten to know her through the same thing.

“Hey neighbor,” (Y/N) called over the phone.

“Are you outside?” Sebastian asked.

“Yeah,” she huffed as though out of breath. “Don’t tell my advisor, but I’m skipping our meeting.”

“Don’t do that, (Y/N),” he huffed lightly.

“I’ll reschedule,” she said. He could almost hear the shrug in her voice. “I’m going to go home and work on a couple of worksheets.”

“Okay,”Sebastian replied. “Are you free for dinner?”

“Oooh, Seb are you asking me out on a date?”

“NASCAR, remember?” Sebastian huffed, unable to hold back the smile forming on his face as (Y/N) alluded to going out on a date.

“Oh right,” she huffed. “Your place or mine?” 

“Mine,” Sebastian called back to her. “Do you want to order food or cook?”

“I can cook tonight,” she said softly. “After all, you have bought me coffee twice this week; it’s the least I can do.”

“Alright, so my place at six?” he asked.

“Sounds good to me.” He couldn’t help the smile rising onto his face.

“Okay then, it’s a date,” he teased with a smirk, a sense of hope lingering in his chest.

The Tucker-White Twins: Part 1

Fandom: Uuuhhh..The Sebastian Stan Fandom???

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader, Dayton White x Reader

Summary: After a domestic dispute, Aileen Tucker and Richard White decided to separate taking one twin with them. Lance went with Aileen and Dayton went with Richard. Both raised how their parent wanted them to be: a successful gymnast and a famous NASCAR driver.

A/N: I said I was straying away from Bucky/Poe fics. And this is what I’m doing. Hahahahahahaha! Anyway, there will be eventual smut/threesome/polyamorous stuff going on in this series. So yeah.

Tagging: @charliexowrite @bucky-plums-barnes @papi-chulo-bucky cause I feel like they’d appreciate this.

Originally posted by coporolight

Originally posted by vintagefangirll


Lance and Dayton Tucker-White are the twin boys of Aileen Tucker and Richard White. When the boys were one year old, Aileen and Richard got into a domestic dispute as to how they want their sons to become when they grew up. Aileen wanted Lance and Dayton to become gymnasts. Richard wanted them to become race car drivers.

The silly little dispute turned into something big. Things were thrown. Glass was broken. Harsh words were spoken. The two decided to divorce taking one twin for their own. Aileen raised Lance to become a gold-winning gymnast. Richard raised Dayton to become a trophy winning race car driver.

The Tucker-White Twins are taking the media by storm. With their dashing good looks and their talents, nothing could ruin the champions they’ve become.

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Bucky Barnes

Imagines

The Chain - Summary: Based off of Fleetwood Mac’s The Chain, the reader relives painful memories of the last night they saw Bucky. But can he fix what has been done, or will they separate forever? (Warnings: Angst, Language) // PART ONE // PART TWO // COMPLETED

The Light Behind Your Eyes - Summary: It’s your first mission with Bucky, and things take an unexpected twist. When your life is changed forever, will the rest of the Avengers be able to accept you for who you now are? (Warnings: Angst, Violence, Language) // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR // PART FIVE // PART SIX // COMPLETED

On, Wisconsin! - Summary: It’s been a few months since you’ve joined the Avengers. After a successful mission in Wisconsin, you plan a short trip to the northern part of the state and bring Bucky and Steve with you. Ever since you’ve joined the team, you and Bucky had gradually become friends, but something in you aches to be more. He doesn’t know anything about your past, and you’d rather keep it that way. But how long can you actually keep your secrets from him? (Warnings: Some Angst, Language, Fluffy) Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // COMPLETED

Book Store Findings - Summary: You run a small bookstore you inherited from your grandparents in Bucharest and one day before you’re about to close, a new customer comes in, but little did you know that he’ll change your life forever. (Warnings: None!!) Part One // ONGOING

One Shots

Apples at the Market - Request: Bucky comes back and realizes he will never be able to see you again since he married you in the 40s. He tries to make a recipe he remembers you cooking him, but can’t make it like you did. In the end, the two of you meet again, since you went through a similar process as he did in preserving his youth. (Warnings: Angst, Language, Fluff)

The Lone Wolf - Request: Bucky is dating a really shy girl who has a hard time talking to people she doesn’t know very well, and the Avengers tease her for it without thinking about how much it would upset her, and Bucky tries to comfort her. (Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff)

The Recital - Request: It’s the night of your big recital as a classical musician, and it’s Bucky’s job to make sure the rest of the Avengers behave themselves. (Warnings: Language)

Bathroom Mishaps - Prompts: “This isn’t what it looks like” & “I really wish you’d told me your mother was in town”. (Warning: Language)

Rosemary and Headaches - Request: You wake up from a nightmare with a pounding migraine, only to be comforted by Bucky. 

**A Tease and a Movie - Request: Reader has invisible powers, and uses them during a movie to mess with Bucky, which ends in smut. (Warnings: NSFW, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Language)**

**Sinful Tickles - Request: You’re Bucky’s shy girlfriend, and one day, he takes you to the compound to meet the team. Later on, you two end up cuddling, and Bucky begins to tickle you. Soon after, things get heated. (Warnings: NSFW, Virgin Reader, Unprotected Sex, Language, Fluff)**

**The Bedroom Mentor - Request: You’re a S.H.I.E.L.D. recruit and have Bucky assigned as a mentor. As training goes by, you two become closer, and you fear getting in trouble over your feelings for him. But, Bucky has other ideas, instead. (Warnings: NSFW. Unprotected Sex, Language, Fluff, Some Oral (Male Receiving))**

The Surprise Visit - Request: You’re engaged to Bucky Barnes, and one day, he stops by to pay you a surprise visit at your office. He gains a lot of attention from your co-workers, and you prove to them that he’s yours. (Warnings: Some Sexual References, Some Language)

**The Reunion - Request: You were married to Bucky in the 40′s and suffer the same fate as he does through HYDRA. Now, 70 years later, he worries about you not feeling the same way you did about him back in the 40′s. (Warnings: Fingering and Oral (Female Receiving), Some Language, A Wee Bit o’ Angst)**

Baby Drama - Prompt: “I’m gonna show you who’s your real daddy.” (Warnings: Use of “Daddy” in an Innocent Way - Some Sexual Reference - Jealous Dad!Bucky)

**Blue Bucharest - Request: You’re Bucky’s girlfriend who lives with him in Bucharest, and one day when he feels down, you remind each other of just how strong your love is. (Warnings: Smut/NSFW, Unprotected Sex, Angst, Fluff)**



Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

Imagines

The Fallen and the Guardian - Summary: Your life has been pretty normal up until a mysterious, unfamiliar face comes into your life. From that point on, everything tumbles into a downward spiral of love, heartbreak, and destruction. (Warnings: Language, Angst) Part One // Part Two // Part Three // ONGOING


Dayton White

One Shots

A Day at the Races - Summary: You’re dating Dayton White, one of the best up-and-coming NASCAR drivers in the business, and all it takes is one race to put everything on the line.

Sebastian Stan

One Shots

Laps and Naps - Request: You’re one of Sebastian’s co-workers on the Infinity War set, and he has a secret crush on you. You tend to take naps, using other peoples’ laps as pillows, but Sebastian notices that you’ve never used his. (Warnings: Fluff)

Why some fans still love to hate Danica Patrick

Why do so many love to hate Danica Patrick?

It seems that no matter what she tries, she can do nothing right. Is it her fault? The fans’ fault? Is it because her on-track success never matched the attention she received?Because of her sponsorships? Is it because of her willingness to speak her mind?

Is it simply because she’s a woman in a male-dominated sport?

Clearly, it is not just one of these things. It’s a mix of these things and then some.

We reveal the cover of Canto Bight, Graballa the Hutt actor Dana Snyder performs a classic scene from Attack of the Clones, a NASCAR driver stops by, and more, on The Star Wars Show! Watch on YouTube!

anonymous asked:

tbh i think the character EVERYONE would have a shot with is prompto. like unless a person is downright mean (not in a sassy way, just evil) he's not one to judge. as long as we're kind and sweet to him, show interest in his hobby (hard not to, who doesn't like photography?) bam! prom's officially in love.

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Headcanon accepted. Like, the poor boy is just so happy go lucky and wants everyone to be happy even at the expense of himself. He doesn’t expect that someone else would find him attractive, either, due to his past and insecurities. So when you do… he’d just be shocked stupid and then proceed to love every single bit of you with all of his heart.

… goddamnit the feels, retreat

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How my kid was ten minutes late to his first day of school when we live five minutes from the campus…a checklist.

  • Conner tells me all of his uniform pants are too short (despite me telling him a week ago to go try them on so I know how many I need to go buy–he insisted he did it and they fit). ✔
  • Unearth a pair of clean but non-uniform khakis for him to wear. . .despite multiple emails from the school demanding only uniform pants. ✔
  • Conner goes to have breakfast and then tells me, “Oh yeah, I drank all of the milk last night, so I don’t have any for my cereal.” ✔
  • Rush Conner outside to take a first day of school picture because I’ll be shunned if I don’t post one…spend ten minutes trying to get one in which his fake smile doesn’t make him look like a serial killer (first picture is the result…¯\_(ツ)_/¯) ✔
  • Drive to McDonald’s like a Nascar driver only to have Conner order an extra hashbrown which results in us having to park and wait for our order. ✔
  • Finally get a decent smile out of Conner–only after threatening to kill him (second picture). ✔
  • Drive home (after being the LAST car in the parking lot for drop off) and see that Conner never put the trash can out last night like I asked and the garbage truck is right in front of our house. ✔
  • Finally have coffee out of a very appropriate mug for this morning and write this book of a post. ✔

Mornings like these, man, if I ever doubt I’m related to this kid…they remind me he is 100% my son. My mother alllllways loved to say that all of her gray hair came from me. Ha!

anais-ninja-blog  asked:

So tell me, as a Canadian, what it's like seeing Seb as a NASCAR driver. Because I'm having a hard time getting past the urge to draw a mustache on his gas station standee.

I don’t know much about NASCAR but between the feathered hair, the jumpsuit and ‘TO THE MAX’, I’m all the way into this Logan Lucky look.

Originally posted by marvelmom

The things I’d do to that cardboard cut out…

Originally posted by imsebastianstans

A Day at the Races

Originally posted by wellclutchmypearls

Pairing: Dayton White x Reader

Summary: You’re dating Dayton White, one of the best up-and-coming NASCAR drivers in the business, and all it takes is one race to put everything on the line.

Warnings: Language - Car Crash / Angst - Like one little sexual reference but I mean, it’s pretty innocent

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I’ve been dying to write a Dayton White fic for awhile, and since I just saw Logan Lucky last night, there’s no better time to write this bad boy. I grew up watching NASCAR with my family and that movie was so funny to me, it was seriously great. Anyways, I managed to survive my doctor’s appointment from hell yesterday which was pretty cool. My new meds are going to make me a complete mess for about a week, so I apologize in advance for angsty fics. Anyways, let me know what you think of this one!


Race day has always been one of your most favorite days. You used to watch every race with your family and friends. It was quite a big deal back in your hometown, and when you started dating Dayton White, people just about lost their complete shit. Dayton was a fairly new player in the racing world, but he was rising through the ranks faster than any racer you’ve seen.

You had met while you were bartending at a small, run-down bar just down the street from your house. There was a race earlier in the day, but people were still filtering in the doors, ordering drinks and loudly conversing with one another. The bar was packed, and you were nearly overwhelmed with drink orders. Thankfully, another bartender had come to help you out, which aided in calming your nerves - with this many people, you never know if (more like when) a fight would break out. It was pushing midnight when he came in. At first, you didn’t recognize him. He was wearing dark wash jeans, a leather jacket, and a white t-shirt, his face obscured by one of his own Dayton White ball caps. After taking his drink order, you started talking with him, and by the end of the night, you two were headed for a 1 a.m. diner run.

“Hey darlin’, I have to head out,” Dayton’s voice breaks through your daydream. You look over your shoulder and see him walking down the steps to the main floor of the club house. He’s wearing his bright red racing suit and carrying his helmet under one of his arms. You stand up from your chair and jog over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a tight hug.

“I love you,” you mutter into his shoulder. You lift your head to look at his face. He’s smiling like there’s no tomorrow. “Please,” you whisper, “be careful out there.”

“‘Careful’ is my middle name,” he smirked, leaning down to give you a kiss. You bring your hands back down to your sides, sliding them into the back pockets of your jeans. “Hey,” he lifts your chin gently with his free, gloved hand. “I promise, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me so much, doll. Just relax,” he mutters with a tilt of his head. His eyes search yours for a few moments, and you wish you could just take him back home where you know he’d be safe. “I love you, Y/N.”

You force a smile and nod, giving him one last peck on the cheek before he turns to head out the door and down to the racetrack. There are only about ten more minutes until the race is set to start, and soon, more of the other partners of the racers fill the room. The table you’re sitting at is small, and the two chairs are positioned towards the large glass viewing panes that make-up one of the walls of the clubhouse. A blonde woman walks in, then takes a seat in the empty chair across from you. You’re still not familiar with many of the other spouses and partners in the room, and while you’re usually quiet and prefer to keep to yourself, you decide to throw caution to the wind and introduce yourself.

“Hi,” you basically sing, “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, Dayton White’s -”

“Oh, Honey, I know who you are,” her thick, southern accent was sugary sweet, and her smile was even sweeter. It could probably give you a cavity. “I’m Amy,” she coos as she digs around in her large purse and pulls out a compact mirror and lipstick, choosing now to re-apply. “So tell me,” she says cheerfully after smacking her lips together. “How’s Dayton doin’?”

“H-He’s good,” you nod, swinging one leg over the other, turning your body towards the track. “So, you’re -”

“Oh! There they go! It’s racin’ time, people!” Her voice cuts through the room above the announcers’ voices.

You spot Dayton’s car near the front, trailing a few others. A bright yellow 63 is painted on the side with red and yellow flames racing down the hood and the sides of the car over a smooth, black finish. Your heart pounds as you watch them near the start, and nearly skips a beat when the checkered flag is waved. You’ve never felt this uneasy about one of his races before, but something feels different about today.

And they’re off! What a great day for a race.” The announcer’s voice comes through loud over the speaker system in the room. You take a sip from your drink and hope that your nerves will calm as the race progresses.


Only ten laps to go and Dayton White has taken the lead with Johnson and Busch trailing close behind,” the announcer’s voice rings out over the cheer in the room.

Come on, Dayton. You got this. A smile pulls at the corner of your lips as you think about the celebrations that are sure to follow - both down on the track and in the bedroom.

“He’s not too bad,” Amy chirps. You look over to her.

“Yeah,” you slowly nod, then look back to the track. “Guess he’s not, after all.”

Eight more laps to go and White still holds the lead with Johnson and now Harvick close behind.”

You sigh a deep, relaxing breath as you watch Dayton’s car pull far ahead from the rest as it crosses over the large, faint white finish line. Seven more laps and it’s all over.

Dayton’s close to the wall as he takes the first turn - a little too close for comfort. A new, intense flicker of worry sparks to life in your chest - and then, it happens.

And here comes White ‘round the corner and - Oh! Into the wall and up into the air!

Your heart stops and you instinctively shoot-up from your chair, hitting the table with your arm on your way up. The chair topples over behind you, but you don’t even notice. The slick glass cup in your hand slides to the floor, landing with a muffled crash on the carpet. Time slows to a near stop, and all you can hear is a thick, deafening silence while his car flies through the air. The front end of the car hits the track, sending it soaring towards the grass. Upon impact, the car digs into the ground, sending chunks of grass and dirt shooting into the air, then rolls nearly four times, stopping on its roof.

…as it comes to rest upside down on its roof.

We were hoping it wouldn’t happen, but here with seven laps to go, it indeed has.

Y/N?” A muffled, ringing voice trickles through the silence. “C’mon, Sugar, let’s sit you down.”

You painstakingly drag your eyes away from Dayton’s crumpled, wrecked car towards the direction of the light voice and find another racer’s wife next to you. One of her hands is on your elbow, the other on the small of your back, trying to lead you back away from the windows, but your feet are firmly planted on the ground. You look back to the track and see Dayton’s car hidden through thick, billowing smoke. A wave a weakness hits your body like a train, and your legs buckle beneath you. It feels like the air from your lungs has been forcefully squeezed out, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

Dayton hasn’t come out of the car.

Other trucks and emergency vehicles race up to where the car now lays dormant. Time snaps back into its usual pace as you gasp for air. You suddenly bolt from the ground and out the door, frantically searching for the stairs that lead down to the track. You stumble for the door just down the hall from you, vision blurred by hot, stinging tears. You hop down the stairs, pushing yourself to run faster and harder than you have ever run before. After running down multiple stairways and long, never-ending hallways, you throw open one last door and are blinded by the burning sun. You shield your eyes with a hand, and spot Dayton’s pit crew frantically trying to gather different materials, his crew chief, Don, is in obvious disarray as he talks into his phone.

You sprint across the silent track and into the grass, heading straight for the crew.

Don!” Your throat pulses as the scream tears through. He’s caught off-guard by your appearance and quickly hands off his phone to another member next to him.

“Y/N,” he breathes, stopping you by the shoulders. “You shouldn’t be down here, not right now.”

“Where is he,” you frantically look around for any signs of Dayton.

“He’s still in the car,” Don mutters gravely.

“What do you mean he’s still in the car?! You have to fucking get him out of there!” You slip from his hold and run past the crew to the other side track. You stop in your tracks, stumbling on a rock in the process, and land on your hands and knees. You push up from the ground, standing in terror and disbelief as you watch a group of men still trying to get Dayton out of his car.

Dayton,” you desperately whimper. “Dayton!” Your feet unwillingly carry you over to the wreck, but you’re stopped about ten yards away by another man. “S-Sir please, that’s my boyfriend, I-I need to see him, please,” you beg through your tears. The man responds by gently, carefully pushing you back a few feet.

“Ma’am, I need you to -”

“Is he okay? Please tell me he’s okay. W-Why isn’t he out of the car yet?” Your voice is shaking hard, and you probably sound like you’re losing your mind, but the truth is, you are.

“We won’t know anything until he’s out of the car,” he mutters as you watch a team of men finally drag Dayton out of the car.

Dayton!” You slip under the man’s arms and over to where the emergency team was putting Dayton on a gurney. A hand grabs your wrist and a pair of strong arms pulls you into a tight bear hug. “No! Let…me…go!” You put up as much resistance as you could muster, but it’s no use.

“Y/N, you have to calm down,” Don’s voice was quiet, laced with worry. You give up your fight as you watch the ambulance with Dayton drive away, down the track, out of sight. Your whole body slumps in exhaustion and defeat and Don makes a noise as he tries to hold you up, but after a few seconds, he lowers to the ground with you.

“W-We need to follow them,” you choke out.

“We will, Y/N. The car’s almost here. We just have to wait.”


The hospital room was nearly quiet besides the hum and beeping of the machines tracking Dayton’s vitals and helping him breathe.

It’s been nearly a week after the crash, and they still haven’t woken Dayton up, but the doctor said they’ll be trying to today. Your body is heavy, filled with exhaustion. Sleep has been nearly impossible, and eating has been put on the back burner. The large majority of your attention has been on Dayton and waiting for him to wake up - if he can. When the doctors came to speak with you in the lounge of the hospital, they had told you he suffered a major concussion, a few broken ribs, some of the bones in his left hand was fractured, and his left leg was broken. They came to the conclusion that because of the extent of the injuries, he should be kept asleep and very closely monitored.

You were sitting next to his bed, head resting on your arm near his waist, your hand gently caressing the top of his. The soft padding of shoes clicked through the room, alerting you of another presence in the room. You drag your head up and greet the doctor with a small, forced smile.

“We’re going to try and wake him up now,” he spoke very softly. You nod and stand up from your chair, brushing out a few wrinkles in your clothes. You spy Don standing just outside the door and he beckons with his head for you to see him in the hallway. He’s been here all week with you, trying to get you to sleep and eat, but obviously not doing too well of a job.

You meet him outside of the door.

“Let’s go get some coffee,” he mutters. “We should give them space to work.” Both of your gazes turn towards the interior of the room where a few different doctors are either taking notes on their clipboards or talking about his condition. You chew the inside of your lip and nod, letting him put his hand on your shoulder and lead you down to the cafeteria of the hospital.


After eating a bowl of oatmeal and drinking some coffee, you grab a to-go cup for the rest of your drink and head back up to the room, leaving Don who was talking on the phone with some other members of the crew, updating them on Dayton’s condition. While in the elevator back up to Dayton’s room, your fingers tapped nervously on the edge of the cup. The soft ding of the elevator catches your attention, and the doors slide open. You take your time walking back to his room, racking your mind through the endless list of possibilities of what you’ll find. The nurse at the desk smiles at you and you smile back. You stop a few feet away from the doorway of his room, taking a deep, calming breath, then slowly peer in. The bed has been adjusted so Dayton sits propped-up, quietly mumbling to a doctor. His eyes were heavy, and you could tell he was in pain.

“D-Dayton?” You whisper, taking a few steps into the room. Dayton looks at you and a smile spreads across his tired face.

“Y/N,” he croaks. You smile as a few tears prick at your eyes and walk back to the spot you were in earlier.

“How…How are you feeling?” You rub his knuckles with your thumb and he weakly grabs fingers.

“Could be better,” he lightly chuckles, then winces, drawing in a sharp breath. A pang of worry shoots through you. Dayton must sense this as he reassures you that the drugs they’ve given him should be kicking in soon to help with the pain.

“I thought you said you’d be careful,” you whisper. A few silent tears slide down your cheeks.

“I know…I’m sorry,” his brows knit together in concern. “I-I don’t know what happened, I just - ”

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” you soothe him. “I’m just glad you’re alive.”

“Me too,” he smiles at you. “Although, I have a feelin’ you might kill me once I can walk again.”

“Oh, you bet your ass I’m going to kill you,” you laugh through a few more tears. “I nearly had a fucking heart attack when I saw you hit that wall. Next time, stay in your lane.”

“Lane? Doll, it’s not like I’m racin’ down a highway,” he jokes, laughter shining in his eyes. “And…next time?”

“I know I can’t stop you from doing what you love,” you admit. “I know you’ll be back out on that track as soon as you possibly can be, but, I swear, if you pull a trick like that again, I’ll kill you myself.”

“Sounds like a deal,” he chuckles again through the pain. He looks at you for a few seconds. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Dayton,” you press a kiss delicately to his temple, smoothing back some of his hair. “You’ll always be a pain in my ass, but I love you.”


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ok but need for speed bitty who is a NASCAR driver and very good. shitty drags jack to the daytona 500 and bitty of course wins and jack meets him and he’s just like ‘you are very small and very fast’ and bitty laughs and jack is like ‘wow nice’

then way later bitty takes jack in one of his very fast cars and drives them very fast and jack loves it and is just amazed and bitty just chirps him ‘that was barely 150’

The Tucker-White Twins: Part 10

Fandom: The Sebastian Stan Fandom

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader, Dayton White x Reader

Summary: After a domestic dispute, Aileen Tucker and Richard White decided to separate taking one twin with them. Lance went with Aileen and Dayton went with Richard. Both raised how their parent wanted them to be: a successful gymnast and a famous NASCAR driver.

Warning: mentions of nudity, mention of daddy kink

A/N: Oh look! I didn’t completely abandon this series! 

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You stirred awake the next morning. You heard the faint noise of the shower running as well as the low tone of someone speaking. You sat up, the sheets of your bed falling from your naked body, you lifted your hands up and stretched them over your head. You saw Lance sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Yeah. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you too. I love you. Bye.” He ended the call and glanced over his shoulder to see you, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

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I'm going with the first thing that popped into my head -- Bucky and Clint lose a beat and have to dress as Buttercup and Dread Pirate Roberts and at first they're super pissed bc seriously Tony? but then they get into it and quote it

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“Ugh,” Clint said, hoiking his dress up to around his knees so he wouldn’t trip on the damned thing, again, and pulling flyaway strands of wig away from his mouth. “That is just not fair.” 

‘cos of course Bucky had claimed Dread Pirate Roberts while Clint was still gaping at his cards, at Tony’s cards, at the complete betrayal they’d dealt him. And of course Bucky looked hot as hell in the loose black shirt, the tight black pants, the close-tied mask. Even the little mustache was doing it for him, which he was hoping like hell wasn’t gonna be reflected in his porn habits any time soon. JARVIS kept an eye on that shit, he was pretty sure, and no way was he gonna let Tony think it was about him

Tony was looking pretty good, actually. He’d come as a Nascar driver, possibly? Something that involved a close-cut suit covered in various patches of Stark subsidiaries and a pair of mirrored sunglasses. Steve, on the other hand, had kinda missed the whole ‘sexy’ aspect of most costumes and had come as a giant freakin’ mushroom, and honestly he was freaking Clint out. It made him feel a little better about his own disastrous drag act, anyway, although even if he could only see half of Bucky’s face it wasn’t exactly difficult to notice that the asshole was laughing

“The boots make the outfit, doll,” he said, and Clint made a face at him. 

“You really want me to take on gravity with heels?” he asked, and Bucky - who had been making an effort, if his bitten down lips were any indication - bust out into a fresh round of cackling. The boots Tony’d provided with his outfit had actually been flat and red and pretty kickass, but Clint had broken the laces within five minutes of touching them and just shoved his feet into unlaced combat boots instead. 

“Aw screw you, and your sexy bandit thing,” Clint said, waving a dismissive hand and headed for the kitchen, where the beer lived. 

Couple hours later found him sitting, legs splayed, on the couch, a freshly opened beer dangling from his fingers and resting against his inner thigh. His wig was somewhere - last he’d seen, Bruce’d been wearing it, doing quietly hilarious impressions of Thor - and his dress was unlaced halfway down his chest. Bucky rounded the edge of the couch - still looking impeccable, of course, ‘cos that was just the kind of asshole he was - and almost tripped over himself when he caught sight of Clint. 

“Save it,” Clint said, lifting his beer and tilting his head back for a long swallow. “Heard it all.” 

Fuck,” Bucky said, soft and sounding a little shaken, and Clint let his beer dangle between his knees again, watching curiously as Bucky followed the motion with his eyes, as he visibly swallowed hard. 

“…seriously?” he asked, genuinely astounded. “This is what gets you?” 

“I fuckin’ -” Bucky’s voice was low and gravelly and oddly breathless, “Jesus, Clint, you got no idea, I -” he swallowed again. “I got to get my mouth on you, okay, you gotta let me -” 

His voice died away as Clint pushed himself to his feet, managing to do it without losing his balance even a little, and stepped in close enough that he could tease the barest kiss across Bucky’s mouth. 

“As you wish,” he said.

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Richard Petty is turning 80, but still in NASCAR's fast lane

There has been little normal about Richard Petty’s long and fruitful life.

Son of a NASCAR champ and father and grandfather of NASCAR drivers, Petty set stock car racing records that will live long past his lifetime, including 200 Cup wins and seven Daytona 500 victories. Still sought for appearances and sponsor events — and for his distinctive autograph — 25 years after he last drove a race car, he rolls into his ninth decade having barely lifted the throttle.

He is stock car racing’s ambassador-in-chief.

“I don’t know what the future is,” Petty told USA TODAY Sports. “I think health will dictate what I do and where I go and when I do it. As long as I am healthy and can afford to do all this stuff, I’m going to go as long as I can.”

things about 80's Voltron after watching the first episode

• keith is dressed like a frickin nascar driver

• hunk is freakishly strong

• pidge sounds like a cross between Stitch and Yoda

• pidge jumps like ten feet in the air while screaming

• zarkon has a weird laugh

• also he refers to haggar’s cat as “kitty”

• if your eyes glow you’re definitely evil

• everyone is apparently a karate master except lance

• what even is sven’s accent supposed to be

• lots of yelling