#racer!ellie

[baksterly]

street!racer ellie wearing a wife beater and some skinny jeans with a flannel on whenever she’s feeling a little insecure when people look at her car whenever she stops by. like i imagine her hair to be short just like how it is on the farm and she’s a little timid but when she races it’s over for whoever she’s going up against. ugh, just imagine her leaning on her expensive car in all her glory 😩

SREET RACER! ELLIE W.

IF SOMEONE WILL SAY THAT BMW ISNT ELLIES CAR I WILL FIGHT. I WILL FUCKING FIGHT.

reposts and comments r rly appreciated <<з

I love you @fleshwaters *smooooches* thank you for requesting and DMing me!!!!!!

AND HEY, I HAVE BONUS FOR MY BUNNIES!!!

[spaceshipellie]

????? STREET RACER ELLIE ????? fell over on my way to share these

pic creds: @offtwotheraces

[bet-on-me-13]

Johnny 13 is the Black Racer

I like the idea that Danny would promote many of old rouges to higher positions once he became King, and this one seemed obvious to me

(I looked it up and apparently the Black Racer uses Ski's, not a motorcycle like I had thought he did. Either way, it works)

Johnny is promoted to be a representation of the Concept of Death. He uses a Motorcycle, and has Shadow make him look more intimidating when he is on the Job.

When Johnny complains to Danny that he isn't fast enough to catch any Speedsters, he has Ellie (the Speedforce) give him some of her Power so he can catch them.

So now Johnny 13 is the Black Flash.

Idk what to do with this, but I liked the idea too much to let it just go unsaid.

Thoughts?

[olive-fics]

☠'Speed Demon'-Ellie Williams'

⋆By popular request, here's a one-shot (?) of Ellie Williams as a street racer in need of your support before a race..⋆

CREDS TO-@cottagecheese340 (My bsf ♡) AND TIKTOK + INSTAGRAM-@/Offtwotheraces

The sound of engines revving and the distant chatter of the crowd filled the background, a symphony of anticipation that quickened your heartbeats. Ellie's racing suit making a "pfft.." when she walked.

Ellie leaned against the sleek car, her eyes fixated on the darkened street ahead. The roar of engines and the pulsing neon lights of the city's underbelly surrounded her. She turned to you, her voice a low, almost trembling whisper in the midst of the racing chaos.

"Y/N... This race is gonna be close—I don't know if I'm gonna win tonight babe.." Ellie doubted.

Her fingers traced the curves of the car's modified body, the cool metal beneath her touch making her breathing tremble quietly.. She was nervous. It wasn't just the metal that made her tremble quietly though; it was the weight of the race, the stakes, and the undeniable surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

You met Ellie's gaze, an expression and mix of determination and unwavering support..

Your voice broke through the pre-race tension, your words carrying a reassuring weight through the noise of the engines and the anticipation in the air..

"Hey, Ellie, you've got this. You're not just good; you're one of the best out here. Trust me, even if you don't win tonight, I'll make it up to you. But right now, in this moment, I need you to give it your absolute best.. Got that?"

"But Y/N-," Ellie hesitated, her voice tinged with doubt, "I don't know..."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty. She looked to you, her eyes searching for reassurance in the midst of her wavering resolve. The weight of the impending race pressed upon her, and for a moment, she questioned whether she should do this or not.

She inhaled a deep, steadying breath, the tension in her frame palpable as her fingers clenched into fists, knuckles whitening from her grip.

"Alright.. Fine."

"You don't have to do this, Ellie.." You took her hand. "Look at me."

Gently tilting Ellie's chin upward, coaxing her to meet your eyes. In a kiss, the world seemed to fade away for Ellie as her gaze slowly rose from the ground. her eyes met yours with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"I've got this," Ellie said, her voice carrying a quiet but undeniable determination. She gave herself a mental pep talk, squaring her shoulders and sighing contently.

"Yeah," she added with a soft grin, "I can do this."

Ellie slid into the driver's seat of her sleek, blacked-out car, her fingers instinctively wrapping around the wheel. With the engine humming eagerly, she spared a quick glance at her wrist, tapping her watch to check the time.

Her gloved hands gripped the steering wheel. With her racing suit snug against her form, Ellie closed her eyes briefly, inhaling deeply to calm her heart and lick her cracked lips. . .

As the flagger briskly displayed the green flag, a collective roar from the crowd blended with the growl of engines in anticipation. Ellie's heart pounded in rhythm with the race's imminent start. With a fierce determination in her eyes, she reacted in an instant, her foot slamming onto the accelerator.

In an explosive burst of power, her car surged forward, tires biting into the asphalt with a deafening screech. The acceleration thrust her ahead, and the world outside blurred into a chaotic kaleidoscope of lights and shadows. Ellie's finely tuned driving skills and lightning-quick reflexes came to the forefront as she approached the first hairpin turn with a grace that belied the breakneck speed.

As the race kept on, the roar of engines filled the air, drowning out all other sounds. The racers navigated the circuit with precision, each turn and straightaway a high-stakes battleground. Ellie, in the thick of the competition, demonstrated her racing prowess with every skillful maneuver...

As the race enters its final lap, the tension escalates. Ellie is neck-and-neck with her main rival, "ANDERSON." their vehicles inches apart..

in a thrilling sprint to the finish line, Ellie pushes her car to its limits just barely pushing against Abby's car. The crowd roars as she inches ahead and crosses the finish line first, her car's engine screaming in triumph..

As she caught her breath, her voice barely above a murmur, she mumbled to herself, a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion seeping into her words, "Yeah... good.. fuck.." Ellie would rub the wheel and lay her head back taking off her helmet and stepping out of her car..

After the race's adrenaline-fueled chaos had subsided, Ellie fumbled out of her car, her movements a bit unsteady, and sought you out with an unspoken urgency. Her racing suit clung to her, soaked with the remnants of exertion, and her helmet dangled from her hand.

When she finally reached you, there was no need for words. Ellie enveloped you in a tight, grateful hug, her racing heart now coming to a steady pace.. The scent of the exhaust lingered with sweat and her musky cologne.

"You did so well Ellie... So proud," you mumbled into her shoulder, a smile playing on your lips and a gentle giggle escaping as you held her tightly.

Ellie let out an exhausted groan, her racing helmet clutched loosely in one hand, as she sighed deeply. She leaned in, her forehead gently coming to rest against yours, Ellie's lips then met yours in a gentle, affectionate kiss. Her other hand rested tenderly on your hips, fingers tracing soothing patterns along your pants.

"So... sore..." Ellie mumbled, her voice a soft sigh of exhaustion, as she sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth. Her calloused fingers, gently massaged her calf, coaxing some relief from the aching muscles.

"Let's get you sat down..Hm?" You whispered into her ear setting her down by the bleachers.

With a tender touch, you began to rub Ellie's calf gently, your fingers working in soothing circles to ease the soreness that had settled in her muscles. "Shh... I got you."

Ellie couldn't help but let out content sighs and bite her lip a bit, Ellie hated to seem weak but in all honesty, she loved being pampered.

"You have no idea how much I needed this, Y/N..Fuck-" Ellie ran her free hand through your hair and laughed wiping sweat from her forehead.

"You need sleep, Ells?" You inquired with genuine concern, your voice laced with care. "I can drive us home--"

Ellie interrupted quickly, a hint of worry in her tone, "No-, that's alright."

Ellie's aversion to letting you drive her car ran deep. She was genuinely nervous about the idea, not just for the vehicle's safety but also for your well-being. Her car was an extension of herself, a testament to her racing prowess, and she couldn't bear the thought of it being mishandled or causing harm to anyone. . .

After offering solace to Ellie, her fellow racers and enthusiastic fans, the so-called 'fangirls,' (crazy lesbians) flocked around her like a whirlwind. They couldn't contain their excitement, their voices bubbling over with admiration and their phones poised for pictures. The atmosphere shifted from a private moment to a bustling celebration in the blink of an eye.

Ellie maintained a gentle but firm hold on your hand, anchoring you close to her as the small crowd began to dissipate.

Softly, with a reluctant smile, Ellie buzzed, "Thanks for being here, Y/N. You always keep me grounded.."

You chuckled warmly and gave Ellie's arm a reassuring rub. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Ellie. You know I'll always be right by your side for this."

"I know, and that means absolutely everything to me." Ellie let out a quiet sigh, her hand instinctively rising to gently itch her face.

You squeezed Ellie's other hand gently, "You did amazing out there, seriously-I'm proud of you."

Ellie's gaze fell to the ground, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement..."Oh please.."

"Wanna go home now, Ellie...?" You asked, your tone carrying a touch of reassurance. "I know you're tired..."

Ellie nodded in agreement, her movements slow and deliberate as she slid into the driver's seat of her car. Her fingers ran through her tousled hair, a sign of both fatigue and relief, as she let out a weary sigh.

"Feeling worn out, aren't you, Ells?" You asked in a hushed tone, your fingers gently massaging her shoulder as you sat close beside her in the car.

Ellie nodded and started to drive home.. The engine's purr and the rhythm of the road were a soothing 'white noise' to Ellie..

"Love you, Y/N," Ellie whispered, her voice filled with sincerity and affection.

You smiled warmly, your gaze locked on Ellie.

"Love you too, Ells."

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OK OK I FINALLY FINISHED THIS IM SRRY FOR THE WAIT!⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

♡ Hi! My friend gave me huge inspo/pretty much the whole idea for this! :) I tagged their accounts at the top! ♡

Sorry if this is bad I'm not an author lol-😭

[boanerges20]

Honda CB750 by Ellis Brothers Garage.

[sims4legacyandoherfunthings]

Baby 60

The latest Chapter of my Sims 4 100 Baby Challenge

Meet Donor 53- Lucian Meghan plays with dolls Ellis plays computer games Baaz plays with toys He gets a bath Ellis plays chess Racer becomes a calm Infant Baaz becomes an adventorous child Ellis becomes a paranoid young adult and moves out. He wants to be a Fount of Tomoroni Knowledge Baaz works on homework He hosts a puppet show Molona does tummy time Meghan plays computer…

[sims3gameandchallengelover]

Baby 60

The latest Chapter of my Sims 4 100 Baby Challenge

Meet Donor 53- Lucian Meghan plays with dolls Ellis plays computer games Baaz plays with toys He gets a bath Ellis plays chess Racer becomes a calm Infant Baaz becomes an adventorous child Ellis becomes a paranoid young adult and moves out. He wants to be a Fount of Tomoroni Knowledge Baaz works on homework He hosts a puppet show Molona does tummy time Meghan plays computer…

[kazifatagar]

New: Three arrested in connection with stabbing of ex-Malaysian GP racer Elly Idzlianizar

In a tragic turn of events, former Malaysian GP racer Elly Idzlianizar Elias, 40, was fatally stabbed on September 10 in Kangar. Police have arrested three suspects, aged 28 to 51, who have prior criminal records. They were apprehended with a black-handled samurai sword and a blood-stained Proton Iriz. The altercation, stemming from a misunderstanding, occurred at Taman Behor Gonchar Jaya and led…

[baksterly]

YOU READY FOR A RIDE???

[spaceshipellie]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjxCFeN4/

WHHHHNMHHNDBHDHSBWH

AHHHH STOP IT the pic of her working on the motorbike…!!!…,.. i need her to explain cars to me while i smile and nod and pretend i know what she means but really i’m just thinking about her bending me over the front of it 🥲🥲

[ultraviolenceellie]

this made me want to take up racing…

i NEED to see a street racer ellie x grid girl reader fic IM ON MY KNEES FOR THIS🙏🏾🙏🏾

OHHHHHHHHHHH WEVE DONE IT AGAIN IMPULSIVE HCS

wc;cw: 800 or sum, streetracer!ellie, gridgirl!oc, ellie being a car nerd and hot, mentions of sex MDNI, mentions of ciggies and illegal shit

streetracer!ellie…… passes out 

she always loved cars :3 her dad owned a mechanic shop and used to watch him repair all the damaged cars that showed up

when she was thirteen he finally let her help him replace the tires 

and then change the oil

and then fix the ignition 

eventually taught her how to drive stick😝😝

and 2 years later she knew the anatomy of vehicles like the back of her hand 

she was on her dads payroll 💯💯 shout out to mechanic!ellie😞

when she found out ab street racing she got obsessed with it. 2 fast 2 furious is her favorite movie of all time

her youtube history was wild😞😞 30 hours of devon aoki edits saved 

so when she got invited to a race by one of her friends when she was a junior for her birthday she almost passed out 

the screech of the tires on the pavement and smell of gas gave her heart eyes

she swore she was going to participate in a race after they both left that night

SIKE she thought everyone laughed at her when she showed up the next day in her dads beaten up family van LMFAO 

the bullying was devious fr😞 she cried a little when she got home

but ofc her friend helped her ass out and high jacked his brothers old nissan

the overseers allowed her to participate but nobody bet on her except her 2 friends. that $20 pitch didn’t help her confidence much but she loved them😞

she was nervous and filled with adrenaline and tried so hard not to gawk at the hot girls that waved their grids around 

when they waved their flags and signaled for the racers to go….

ellie was out that bitch fr😞😞 SKKRTED ON THEY ASS BIG PURRR

VVRRRROOOOOOOM LIKE BFRRR

she hit every sharp turn every curve every bump like it wasn’t shit 

she made everybody eat they words that night. HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEENIE😝😝

some overseers gave her $300 outta pocket that night and she wasn’t even on the list to race 

her and her friends went every weekend. would leave campus and go straight to the tracks fr

she started getting a little fan base after a month of racing😞😞 girlies from school would come just to see her 

but she didn’t pay them any mind💯💯 she payed them a little mind 

n 5 years later…. most betted on racer in the city YUHHHH 

she makes racks every weekend… and she brings it all home to her dad so she can take care of him 🥺🥺

he doesn’t question where she gets the cash from but he always feels nervous when she leaves the house🥺🥺 poor old man he just wants his baby to go to college

she owns one mclaren senna but never takes it anywhere😞😞 it just sits in her garage lol she paid for that shit in cash tho big bags big stacks

drives a fucked up supra when she races😂😂 she tries to cover up the scratches and large dents with cute little spray paint jobs of fire and sparkles and shit😂😂

she named it renee and slaps the trunk like she slaps ass every time she gets behind the wheel :3 thinks it’s good luck

smokes cigarettes mmmm fuuuck

such an aggressive racer like omgg she gets so competitive and pissed she's so hot

tatted to hell. full sleeve

TERRIBLE RECORD!!!!! arrested twice and was on parole :/

but at least all the grid girls got a little crush on her 😳😳 titties out ass out bc they want her attention 

all the male racers hate her bc of it… she don’t care tho suck her dick💯💯

she’ll never say it but…

she definitely stares too long at one grid girl whenever she shows up in her little croppies and booty shorts😞 she’s fine as hell ITS NOT HER FAULT💯💯

too bad gridgirl!oc doesn’t pay ellie any mind anymore :((she had the prettiest smile and such good pussy 

that ooey-gooey. that sloppy. THE WORLD'S BEST CREAMER💯

did i mention they're ex's? YEAAAH CLOCK THAT TEA

every time ellie fills up her tank she can’t stop thinking about the time she bent her ex over the trunk and railed her from the back 

she may never feel that pussy again 😞😞 it makes her wanna cry 

when she met gridgirl!oc for the first time two years ago her world changed for the better

her zits disappeared, her hair got softer, her crops were watered

they fell in love immediately…. like instantly 

they were inseparable. up each other's ass. in each other's cars. in each other's guts. so so happy 

until they weren’t 

their breakup was soooo fucking messy. 

cheating accusations. screaming contests. EVEN A PREGNANCY SCARE???😳😳😳

a hot mess. and their relationship ended in flames :(

but that doesn’t mean ellie can’t peep every once in a while😛😛 that ass is still fat as fuck regardless of the beef >:)

[no-144444]

stoic much? -o.piastri

Day 21 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: oscar might be too good at the whole 'keeping a secret' thing. like, really good.

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Meeting his fellow drivers’ families was always something that Charles had enjoyed. He liked to see how his competition grew up, how they treated their parents, how they treated their siblings.

He was more than interested to meet his ‘sons’ family, and at the Monaco GP.

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“What time are they coming in?” Logan asked Oscar, the three of them walking the track with their engineers.

“A bit later. They landed like 2 hours ago but Ellie needed a nap,” Oscar explained.

“Have you met them already?” Charles asked Logan.

Logan smiled. “Oh yeah, they’re the best.”

Oscar chuckled. “And mom is coming in tomorrow with Hattie,”

Little did the three of them know, you were walking behind them with Ellie’s hand in yours, ready to sneak up on them. Logan, having a sneaking suspicion that someone important was behind them, glanced back and made eye contact. His grin widened and he stopped in his tracks, turning around and scooping Ellie up and into his arms. He covered her face in kisses as she giggled, him tickling her.

Oscar rushed to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips to yours. “Hey baby,” he smiled. You two hadn’t seen each other in a matter of weeks, both of you too busy with your jobs. You, being one the highest paid lawyers in Monaco, him being an F1 driver.

“Log, calm with Ellie, she just got up!” you called after them, despite Logan already starting to run with her on his back. “She’ll be wired for the whole day!”

“Got it!” he called back, but he didn’t slow down. It didn’t bother you.

“Logan! Bring me back my daughter please?!” Oscar laughed and Logan obliged. As they got closer Logan placed Ellie down and she ran into her dad’s arms, who lifted her up and smiled as bright as he did the day she was born.

“Daddy!” she cheered, holding onto a strand of his hair. “Can we race?” she asked.

You chuckled. “Dad has to talk to Tom about the track first, then we can go race him, Uncle Log, Uncle Zhou, and Uncle Lan, yeah?”

“God, she’s going to be a racer one day,” Logan chuckled.

Oscar shook his head. “Don’t say that.”

You chuckled. “At least now you know how your mom feels.”

He shot you a particularly nasty side-eye after that, but kissed you all the same.

“What the fuck?” Charles stood there stunned. Oscar chuckled, covering Ellie’s ears as she snuggled into her dads neck, completely uninterested in the world around her.

“This is Y/n, my wife,” Oscar introduced.

“Hi Charles, nice to see you again,” you smiled, pulling him in for a hug.

“You two know each other?” Logan asked.

“She’s my lawyer,” Charles explained, stunned. “And you’re married to him?”

You nodded. “4 years and counting.”

“And this is Elizabeth, or ‘Ellie’, our daughter,” Oscar smiled, trying to coax Ellie to wave to Charles. She did, shyly, and his stunned expression broke out into one of joy. Charles loved kids.

“How did I not know this before?” he chuckled.

Oscar shrugged. “No one ever asked.”

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“You have a wife?” Fernando gasped, shocked as everyone else had been that weekend. Charles, ever the gossip, had told Max, who told Checo, who told Carlos, who told Lando (who already knew), who told Alex, who told George, who told Lewis, who told Fernando, who told Lance, who told Esteban, who told Zhou (who already knew), who told Valterri, who told Nico, who told Kevin, who told Yuki, who told Liam, who told Franco.

Oscar nodded. “Yeah I do-”

“You have a kid?!” Alex came up beside them, mouth open. Oscar retrieved his wallet from his trouser pocket and pulled out a polaroid of the three of you at Christmas last year. Decked out in a princess dress, Ellie stood between you and him, both in ‘ugly Christmas t’shirts’. All three of you were smiling like children.

“My wife’s name is Y/n, and my daughter's name is Ellie. Come by Mclaren to meet them,” he offered, then walked ahead to catch up with Lando.

“He’s joking, right?” Alex turned to Fernando.

Fernando chuckled. “You never know with him.”

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He wasn’t kidding. Alex found that out when he finally made the trek over to the McLaren garage and found you, sitting with Logan and Oscar as Lando showed Ellie off to the engineers and other drivers.

“Alex,” he smiled, introducing himself.

“Y/n,” you smiled, shaking his hand.

“I didn’t know you existed,” he chuckled. Pierre, Charles, Lando, Carlos, Fernando, Mark, and Lance were busy playing with Ellie (with both you and Oscar looking at them, you didn’t trust them that much) to pay any attention to you, just how you liked it.

“Not many people did,” you shrugged. “Oscar‘a ashamed of us-“

“Hello? That’s not fair!” Oscar argued, a smile on his lips. “No one asked!”

“We didn’t think we’d have to!” Alex argued back, laughing.

“I wear a wedding ring! I'm wearing my wedding ring!”

“You do wear gloves,” you reminded him.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m done with the two of you.”

“Ellie will just agree with us!” You called after him as he walked over to save his daughter from the eyes of his colleagues.

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Baby 59

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Baby 59

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[misserabella]

catch me if you can

street racer! ellie williams x fem! reader

summary; heat rises on the streets, blood pumps with adrenaline in the race, and bad memories come up to the surface with a swing of the steering wheel.

cw; tension, swearing, mentions of death and death of a fictional character, anxiety… in the future there would be +18 content!

special thanks to @winfleurs and @atomicami for inspiring me i luv u! 🎀

“dina! wait up!” you screamed, your heels making it not quite easy to run after your best friend.

your ears were buzzing with the roaring of the audience and the car’s engines. it was a fresh saturday night, and the city seemed as bright as a constellation. adrenaline was pumping through your veins, you shouldn’t be out today. in fact, you’d sneaked out of your house. but you couldn’t help it if your friend asked for it so badly. her boyfriend, jesse, was supposed to be racing today. there was a lot of money on the line. probably about 500k. and dina had to be there. you know, the ‘good luck’ kiss and all that.

the cars looks amazing, modified with the newest technology. you could see the NOS tubes peeking though, ready to push though the chambers of the cars and burn the tires in the asphalt.

shit, you were getting excited.

you followed your friend through the crowd, trying to not lose her black wavy hair out of sight.

“jesse!” she screamed, a huge smile on her features as she ran towards the cars and her boyfriend, jumping onto his arms.

“hi beautiful.” he smiled, giving her a kiss as he held her. you made a gagging sound that made them laugh and pull apart.

“nice to see you too, jesse.” you said as you met up with the two of them. jesse chuckled.

“hey trouble maker, what are you doing here?”

“oh, you know… being a good best friend and all that.” you rolled your eyes, a playful smile on your lips.

“of course.” he hummed, squinting his eyes.

“although i really wanted to see you lose too.” you added and he laughed.

“there it is. i could see it coming.” you winked at him.

“i see you’ve got competition.” you looked around to the cars placed for the race. and you whistled. “a 2015 Lykan HyperSport? that’s gonna be hard to beat.” jesse frowned. “but of course yours is not that bad…” you placed your hand on its surface. “Nissan Skyline GT-R R34… 1999 right?” you inquired and he nodded.

dina seemed just as surprised as him.

“yeah… how do you know all this stuff about cars?” you froze. shit.

“uhh…” you shrugged. “my father. he’s a fanatic.” you quickly spurted out, and the two of them nodded, letting it slide. ‘cause they couldn’t think anything else about it, of course. you were no longer in LA, you were safe.

you sighed. almost fucked it up.

“hey, jess!” the three of you turned around at the sound of a low and sultry voice. your eyes met a pair of evergreen ones, silky auburn hair —tied half and half on a messy bun— and freckled cheeks. she was seating on the hood of her car, girls with tiny skirts and exposed cleavages surrounding her. her legs were spread, a black tank top hugging her chest and toned abdomen, leaving her strong arms exposed.

she was hot. really hot.

“yo williams.” jesse smirked. “ready to eat dirt?” she scoffed, showing off a confident smirk.

“you talk too much for someone who hasn’t beaten me once.” people around you hollered.

“and you talk too much to have that shit of a car.” you huff, and she arched her eyebrows. “Subaru WRX. year 2008.” you pointed out, your heels clicking as you got closer. “i’m sorry for your wallet. the engine and drivetrain must have given you a lot of problems.” you saw the way her jaw ticked and you smiled. “uuuh, seems like a touched a tender spot, didn’t i? i mean subarus are impressive. but not even an STI? come on. you hurt me.” you pouted and she chuckled.

“well, look at that. here i thought your pretty face would be the most interesting thing about you. but you’ve got brains.” she said, jumping off of the hood of her car, getting closer to you as she eyed you up and down.

“not like your kitties here.” you nodded at the girls and they all stared dirtily at you, what made you smirk.

“careful doll, they might scratch you all up.” she warned, playfully, so close to you you could smell her perfume. “and we wouldn’t want that beautiful face of yours to go to waste, do we?” you smirked.

“i would like to see them try.” you muttered, leaning until your faces were mere inches away. she pursed her lips and took a look at you, at your exposed legs and cleavage, beautiful hair and glossy red lips. you had gone for a simple tight tube leather dress that pushed up your tits a little bit too well, and a pair of red thin high heels. a red pendant hanging from your necklace.

“see something you like, ‘williams’?” you inquired, sultry, teasingly and she smirked.

“maybe.” she tilted her head slightly backwards. “what about you? you see something you like?”

“i do…” you nodded, droopy eyes on her own green ones and she smiled. “your car.” she let out a sarcastic laughter, shaking her head.

“but weren’t you just saying how much of a shit it was?” she inquired, eyebrows arched in disbelief.

“now it is. it won’t be once i’ve got my hands on it and touch her all up.” you said as you stared at the cherry red car. the people surrounding you let out ‘uuu’s that made you smile. “you know… a short throw shifter, maybe a new intercoolers…”

“and how are you gonna do that, princess?”

“with a race.” the crowd roared and your friends frowned. dina approached you.

“are you crazy?! do you even know how to race?” you looked at her, and took one of her hands.

“dina… i’ll explain later, okay? but now i need you to trust me on this one, alright?” jesse and dina looked at you, into your eyes, and saw your determination. silently, he handed you his keys.

“if you’re gonna race, you’ll need a car.” you looked at him, and he smiled. you returned it, taking the keys. “if you lose i’ll kill you.” he warned though, and you laughed.

“i never lose.” you promised.

“what do i win if you do?” ellie stepped into the conversation, eyebrows raised. “need to hook me in, gorgeous, i’m betting my car after all.”

“i’ll tell you what.” you smirked, turning towards her. “since it’s not gonna happen. i’ll bet you anything you want.”

“anything i want?” she inquired and you nodded. “don’t pull back later on your promise, princess.”

“i won’t.”

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you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins, the tingling of your hands. you pressed on the gas, hearing the engine roar, and your heart stammered. shit. it’s been so long.

you had promised yourself you wouldn’t do it ever again. but how could you get away from all of this? from the only thing that made you feel something? that made you weak on your knees and your heart race? it was like a drug. every time you took it you’d find yourself begging for more. you needed it on your system.

you had learned how to race since a very early age, even before you had enough age to get your license —yeah, you got in trouble with the police more than once, but they could never catch you—. and even if you loved it, you’d left it all after your best friend had died while racing, in the hands of a crazy dick who made him crash against a building, making the NOS tanks blow up and burning him alive.

you still could remember your screams, how your friends had grabbed at you so you wouldn’t get closer. ‘let me go! let me fucking go!’

you’d watched the only person that got you and unconditionally loved you die in front of your eyes.

after that you’d used the millions of dollars your family name had to drown your sorrows in alcohol and drugs, getting away from the city that had taken away your everything from you and building a brand new life where nobody could know you.

you’d been hard to get to know, always having everybody at an arm’s length until dina had come along, with her stupid smile and warm personality bringing you back to life. you’d forever be grateful to and for her. but her past was something you’d never talked about, and she didn’t want to force you into it.

“i see you shaking there, princess. scared?” williams screams from her car, who just had positioned itself to your right. you scoffed.

“oh yeah, terrified.” you sarcastically said, and she smirked.

“don’t worry babe, you can always sit on my lap later, i have something that will calm you down.” she winked and you rolled your eyes.

“no thank you, once i’m done i’ll be sitting on your car and driving back to my house.” you winked back, and she chuckled, mouthing something to herself that you couldn’t figure out.

“you guys readyyyyyy?!” a girl in a mini skirt came in between the two cars, a gun in hand. the audience roared, and so did your car. there were phones everywhere, recording the impending race —and your victory—.

you bit down on your lip. you were gonna make win that pretty girl, in heels.

“set!” another girl to your right yelled, and your engine roared again, the tires burning.

“ready!” another to your left, one more roar.

“go!” the girl with the gun shot up to the sky, and before you knew you were flying. the world stopped. there was no future. no past. just the present. just that moment.

ellie took the lead, and she smirked to herself, looking at your car through her mirrors. but she just had to take her eyes away from you for two seconds to lose you. “what the-“

she took the curve, and with a honk, you drifted right beside her, in a swift motion getting in front of her backwards to the road, facing her car. you smiled at her, and send her a kiss with one of your hands before harshly spinning the wheel and drifting once again to face forwards, using the NOS to catapult yourself through the asphalt. you relished on the shock of her face. god you could never get used to it. it never got old.

ellie cursed, following right behind you, adrenaline pumping through her body.

“i’ve finally got you.” she smiled, changing gears and speeding up. another closed curve came into your view and you sped up, in a quick movement changing gears and pulling on the break as you harshly manhandled the steering wheel. you could almost see everything on slow motion, the people outside of the car roaring as you perfectly drifted in an U shape.

you screamed, euphoria in the pit of your stomach. ellie used the inertia to pull up by your side, lowering her window. you did the same. you two were on the final straight line. “you ready to lose princess?” she inquired, and you scoffed.

“catch me if you can, williams!” you screamed, and changed gears before pressing the gas. you press the NOS button, the strength making your back press tightly against your sit. you flew through the straight line, ellie copying you and keeping up with you. you could see the finish line getting closer and closer, and the speedometer getting higher.

you knew you couldn’t over do it, the crowd was waiting for the winner there, you couldn’t hurt them, you wouldn’t.

100mph, 125mph, 150mph, 165mph.

“3…2…1…” and just as you crossed the finish line, mere inches ahead from ellie, you harshly rotated the wheel, drifting as you stepped and pulled on both breaks, the tires burning against the asphalt and leaving marks as you finally stopped the car. the crowd roared and quickly approached you. dina and jesse were hollering.

you stepped out of the car with a smile on your face, your best friend jumping to hug you and jump into your arms, making you laugh.

“what?! i mean- what?!? that was amazing!!! since when could you race?!!?? oh my god!!!” you chuckled, trying to calm her down.

“i’ll tell you everything about it later, alright?” she nodded. jesse tried to say something but he was out of words. “it’s okay big boy, don’t waste your breath.” you tapped her shoulder, and he scoffed. “and now…” you turned around, watching ellie as she stepped out of her car. “i’ll be taking my prize.” you smirked, spreading out your arm and showing her your palm. she tilted her head to the side, a playful smile playing on her lips.

“sure. but first aren’t you going to introduce yourself for me, princess?” she inquired. “or should i do it… viper?” your blood froze, as well as the whole crowd. ellie smirked. “you really thought i wouldn’t recognize those drifts?” you quickly got closer to her, your breaths mingling.

those surrounding you started mumbling. your breath was shaky and your body, still filled with adrenaline, slowly filled with anxiety and bad memories.

“viper the street racer?”

“no way!”

“she disappeared years ago, is it really her?”

“i would shut up if i were you.” you hissed, and she leaned in, the smirk on her lips growing. your lips were almost brushing, and with the hand in which she had her keys, she cupped your chin.

“why don’t you make me?”

you needed to get out of here.

why… why now? why after all this years was your past catching up to you?

you quickly took her —your— keys, watching her smile as you got into your new car and started it. the crowd was unraveling and you knew soon they’d start either jumping at you or taking pictures to expose you.

“see you soon, princess!” she screamed as you drove out of there, groaning at the buzzing of your phone. “i caught you.”

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a/n; ty’all for 7k! i’m so happy that such a large number of people enjoys my work :(🎀 i love u!! also hope you liked this fic! would you like a part 2? let me know!

[3liza]

Do you write? Where can I read something you wrote? :)

I'm really bad at updating my CV so I'm forgetting a lot of stuff but I wrote for most of the main "gaming news and journalism" websites during the 2000s and also worked on Unhallowed Metropolis the TTRPG in a bunch of roles, including a chapter in the soucebook. one of the more recent ones was Headcase which was an anthology by Oxford Press, which was an honor, i think it was about queer mental health? also my book Problem Glyphs has an essay in it, that's sold by Strix (publisher). I had some stuff in Thick As Thieves in Seattle that I was proud of but fuck that paper it was run by a psychopath. uhhhh I unfortunately started a short fiction series with Warren Ellis way before all the reports about him came out, called Deep Map Pilots, I think some of that is on this blog and searchable. Cafe Racer Anthology about Dune called Dune, I'm not sure if it's searchable or purchasable. I was in Lightspeed Magazine's special issue (or maybe it was another anthology) called Queers Destroy Science Fiction. Short story in Conclave Journal's 2010 or 2011 issue.

i'm a shit promoter of my writing honestly it's not really something I have been actively pursuing recently because it pays peanuts and I just haven't felt like writing as much as pursuing other stuff. i really only publish when someone asks me specifically or contacts my business manager lol. I've been thinking about trying to find a publisher for a poetry chapbook I've already completed and formatted but the poetry market is...well it's exactly what you would expect. borderline impossible to publish, much less sell, unless you have some sort of brand name going in, which I do not, at least in a way that would help sell poetry.

i started a short story I really liked based on the Clarksworld published list of "most common words used in titles of stories submitted to Clarksworld Magazine" more as a joke than anything but I've been thinking about cleaning it up and submitting it. it was kind of an exercise in "how do I take these extremely worn out title words and do something I think is fresh with them" and sort of as a little joke to submit to them. i think it's probably something they would maybe consider printing if the issue was right for it, I'm not sure though.