greaseball-and-dinah

[greaseball-and-dinah]

Greaseball thought for a few moments. “Well, Flat-Top used t’be my back-up whenever ya couldn’t race... but he’s been kinda uncomfortable around me since the race, I dunno if he wanna...”

He trailed off, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. He’d taken the brick truck’s friendship for granted, assuming he’d blindly go along with whatever Greaseball wanted. Now he might’ve lost his friend for good.

“Hey hon, you doing alright?” (from Greaseball ofc)

"Yeah I'm good how are you?" Dinah smiled up at him.

[greaseball-and-dinah]

Dinah nodded, smiling. “Perfect, sugar! You’re gettin’ the hang of it.” She praised, kissing his cheek.

A few minutes later, she winced slightly at an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She brushed it aside, gently stroking her abdomen as she made her move.

🕯 - for whoever you like (from Dinah)

@greaseball-and-dinah

"Dang it!" Greaseball cursed as the power suddenly shut off in his shed. There was a storm raging outside so this was the last thing he needed.

The Diesel engine huffed and decided he wasn't going to sit through this one alone, and he grabbed a rain coat and held it over his head as he braved the rain outside.

Just a few minutes later, the bug Diesel engine pounded his fist on a light blue painted door, flower baskets hung either side of his head. "Dinaaaah!" He wailed. "It's cold out here an' I'm getting wet!" The engine pouted as he waited for the dining car.

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Dinah smiled gratefully, sniffling. “Th-Thank ya, Volta.. c’mon, I shouldn’t have left ‘im...”

She took the freezer truck’s hand, quickly pulling her back to hers and Greaseball’s shed. As soon as they were inside, soft crying could be heard. “Turbo? It’s okay hon, mama’s back..” Dinah quickly hurried to her son’s crib, lifting the wriggling trainlet into her arms before turning to Volta. “H-He’s been like this for hours, wh-what do I do..?”

“I need your help Volta, please.” (from Dinah)

"Yes, of course, dear! I came as fast as I could, what's the problem?" Volta asked immediately as she heard Dinah's plead.

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Dinah nodded slightly, taking a few shaky breaths. “C-Can you come with me, p-please? I- I need help, a-and I don’t wanna leave Turbo too long...”

“I need your help Volta, please.” (from Dinah)

"Yes, of course, dear! I came as fast as I could, what's the problem?" Volta asked immediately as she heard Dinah's plead.

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Dinah reached out, pointing out one of Greaseball’s rooks. “That one. See where you can move it.” She smiled encouragingly.

🕯 - for whoever you like (from Dinah)

@greaseball-and-dinah

"Dang it!" Greaseball cursed as the power suddenly shut off in his shed. There was a storm raging outside so this was the last thing he needed.

The Diesel engine huffed and decided he wasn't going to sit through this one alone, and he grabbed a rain coat and held it over his head as he braved the rain outside.

Just a few minutes later, the bug Diesel engine pounded his fist on a light blue painted door, flower baskets hung either side of his head. "Dinaaaah!" He wailed. "It's cold out here an' I'm getting wet!" The engine pouted as he waited for the dining car.

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“Of course darlin’, of course. Whatever makes ya comfortable. No other intentions, just racin’. I promise.” He murmured softly, gently kissing her cheek.

“Hey hon, you doing alright?” (from Greaseball ofc)

"Yeah I'm good how are you?" Dinah smiled up at him.

[greaseball-and-dinah]

The older truck nodded again. “Alright, just a minute dear.” She skated out, heading for the kitchen.

A few minutes later she returned, handing Wrench a bottle filled with blood. “Here you go, dear.” Hammer smiled. “Anything else you’d like?”

"Are you ready for the ball?" ~repair--truck (For vamp!Greaseball)

@repair--truck

“Yeah, gimme a sec!”

Greaseball rolled his eyes in frustration as he tried to adjust his suit. He hated that he couldn’t just wear his usual leather jacket, apparently the event required formal attire. The suit still felt a little tight, even after Wrench had adjusted it, so the diesel accepted he’d just have to be uncomfortable.

“You sure ya couldn’t have made this any bigger?” He asked as he skated out of the bathroom, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “This thing still feels skintight..”

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She smiled gently, leaning her head against Greaseball’s chest.

“I can see a good move for ya...” She murmured softly, glancing up at him.

🕯 - for whoever you like (from Dinah)

@greaseball-and-dinah

"Dang it!" Greaseball cursed as the power suddenly shut off in his shed. There was a storm raging outside so this was the last thing he needed.

The Diesel engine huffed and decided he wasn't going to sit through this one alone, and he grabbed a rain coat and held it over his head as he braved the rain outside.

Just a few minutes later, the bug Diesel engine pounded his fist on a light blue painted door, flower baskets hung either side of his head. "Dinaaaah!" He wailed. "It's cold out here an' I'm getting wet!" The engine pouted as he waited for the dining car.

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The dining car was nearly in tears, her hair and makeup a mess and dressed only an old t-shirt and sweatpants.

“I- I dunno what I’m doin’, Volta!” She sniffled, “Turbo won’t settle a-and I dunno wh-what to do and G-Greaseball got sent on a three day run a-and I c-can’t do this!” She suddenly hugged Volta tightly, sobbing into her shoulder.

“I need your help Volta, please.” (from Dinah)

"Yes, of course, dear! I came as fast as I could, what's the problem?" Volta asked immediately as she heard Dinah's plead.

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He tenderly let his hand rest on her bump as he made his next move, oblivious to the fact that his girl had given him the advantage.

"Mmm I ain't sure, but I'll love them no matter what!"

Dinah rolled her eyes, smiling. She made her next move, taking one of his pieces but leaving hers open for taking too. “So will I,” She murmured softly. “I’m a li’l nervous about bein’ a mama, but I’m gonna do my best. And you’re gonna be a great papa too.”

🕯 - for whoever you like (from Dinah)

@greaseball-and-dinah

"Dang it!" Greaseball cursed as the power suddenly shut off in his shed. There was a storm raging outside so this was the last thing he needed.

The Diesel engine huffed and decided he wasn't going to sit through this one alone, and he grabbed a rain coat and held it over his head as he braved the rain outside.

Just a few minutes later, the bug Diesel engine pounded his fist on a light blue painted door, flower baskets hung either side of his head. "Dinaaaah!" He wailed. "It's cold out here an' I'm getting wet!" The engine pouted as he waited for the dining car.

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Greaseball nodded slightly. “Yeah... so, w-would you be okay with me racin’ with other folks? If you ain’t on board with it then I won’t. I can wait until you’re ready if you’d prefer.”

“Hey hon, you doing alright?” (from Greaseball ofc)

"Yeah I'm good how are you?" Dinah smiled up at him.

[greaseball-and-dinah]

“No! No, no, hon, I- I didn’t lie, I promise ya.” He skated closer, gently taking her hands. “I dunno if I wanna go back to doin’ it professionally, just.. every now an’ then for fun, maybe. I can’t just sit around doin’ nothing whenever I don’t got a train to pull. I wanted to make sure you’re on board with it though..”

“Hey hon, you doing alright?” (from Greaseball ofc)

"Yeah I'm good how are you?" Dinah smiled up at him.

[greaseball-and-dinah]

“I.. guess so? I mean, not serious serious, but... not like casual serious, if that makes sense.” He hesitated, unsure if it was a good idea to continue. “Well y’see, uh... th-there’s a race goin’ on soon. State championships. I was... thinking of enterin’, maybe...”

“Hey hon, you doing alright?” (from Greaseball ofc)

"Yeah I'm good how are you?" Dinah smiled up at him.

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“Sure thing.” Placing Turbo back in his high chair, he started packing up the other items needed. “Y’know, uh... there was somethin’ I wanted to talk to you about...” He murmured, looking a little nervous.

“Hey hon, you doing alright?” (from Greaseball ofc)

"Yeah I'm good how are you?" Dinah smiled up at him.

[greaseball-and-dinah]

Hammer nodded. “I understand. Once he’s calmer he can come and see you if you’d like. I’m pretty sure everything’s okay, but I’d like you to rest for a little bit please. Just so I can be sure. Would you like to eat something?”

"Are you ready for the ball?" ~repair--truck (For vamp!Greaseball)

@repair--truck

“Yeah, gimme a sec!”

Greaseball rolled his eyes in frustration as he tried to adjust his suit. He hated that he couldn’t just wear his usual leather jacket, apparently the event required formal attire. The suit still felt a little tight, even after Wrench had adjusted it, so the diesel accepted he’d just have to be uncomfortable.

“You sure ya couldn’t have made this any bigger?” He asked as he skated out of the bathroom, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “This thing still feels skintight..”

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She giggled, settling in his lap and adjusting the board so she could reach her pieces easier. She made her next move, purposely giving Greaseball the advantage.

“What d’you think we’re gonna have?” She asked softly. “A little coach, or a little diesel? Maybe even a li’l truck!”

🕯 - for whoever you like (from Dinah)

@greaseball-and-dinah

"Dang it!" Greaseball cursed as the power suddenly shut off in his shed. There was a storm raging outside so this was the last thing he needed.

The Diesel engine huffed and decided he wasn't going to sit through this one alone, and he grabbed a rain coat and held it over his head as he braved the rain outside.

Just a few minutes later, the bug Diesel engine pounded his fist on a light blue painted door, flower baskets hung either side of his head. "Dinaaaah!" He wailed. "It's cold out here an' I'm getting wet!" The engine pouted as he waited for the dining car.

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Dinah didn’t even notice she was crying, she was so happy. “I’m so happy, sugar..!” She hugged Greaseball tightly, kissing his cheek. She’d never thought be a mother, and she was extremely excited to be starting a family with the diesel.

Feeling the baby starting to settle again, she gently stroked a hand through Greaseball’s hair. “C’mon now, sugar. It’s your move.” She nodded to the chessboard.

🕯 - for whoever you like (from Dinah)

@greaseball-and-dinah

"Dang it!" Greaseball cursed as the power suddenly shut off in his shed. There was a storm raging outside so this was the last thing he needed.

The Diesel engine huffed and decided he wasn't going to sit through this one alone, and he grabbed a rain coat and held it over his head as he braved the rain outside.

Just a few minutes later, the bug Diesel engine pounded his fist on a light blue painted door, flower baskets hung either side of his head. "Dinaaaah!" He wailed. "It's cold out here an' I'm getting wet!" The engine pouted as he waited for the dining car.