Starlight Express London 2024 - Blog Posts
can i request a fic for the StEx characters with a pregnant reader? (only if your comfortable of course) preferably Hydra, Electra or Greaseball, but you can choose :)) thank youu !!
You know why not, I figured I'd get an aks like this eventually.
I'm going to set the reader within the second trimester 4-6 months pregnant. So it's a bit more obvious to everyone that you are pregnant without reader about to pop.
Notes: Fluff, pregnancy, reader, and character are married. ( I'm going to be nice and let the reader have a nicer second trimester) post WCR.
Summary: The baby kicks for the first time, and both you and your spouse feel it.
Hydra
You were currently standing in front of your bedrooms full body mirror, caressing your ever-growing bump. Your morning sickness had stopped, and you were less tired, and you felt like you were glowing with how great your skin looked. Work, however, was getting stressful. You were constantly putting strain on your body with work and the baby. The constant movement with the added weight of the baby was starting to make your ankles hurt. You let out a tired sigh out of your nose, your hand resting on the top of your bump, exhausted just by the thought. Your husband was somewhere in the house elated over the fact that the baby would start kicking soon. You sighed at the thought of your poor blatter getting used as a tap dance floor, but you couldn't be happier. As if right on cue, your husband rolls in and smiles sweetly at you before moving behind you to hug you from the back and caress you bump. Smiling, you lean, you head back against his chest and sholder and hum pleasantly at the feeling of his hands massaging you. To make the moment even sweeter, he started swaying the both of you back and forth as he laid a gentle kiss on your neck and sholder. You didn't think you could be happier at this moment, then the baby kicked a small gently movement but a kick nonetheless, surprising the both you. The baby kicked right at Hydra's left hand in the middle of your stomach. You were so happy you could cry, Hydra was no exception either, with happy tears in his eyes he dropped to his knees in front of you and kissed your bump. You them felt the baby kicked your husband's lips, and his smile grew even wider. You both were crying at this point, to happy not to he looked up at you from the floor and quickly stood to his feet. He pulled you in for a long, passionate kiss filled with happy tears and a silent prayer for your blatter.
Electra
You and Electra were sitting on the couch. Well, they were sitting on the couch. You were currently sprawled over their lap, bump on full display. Your spouse's hand is currently resting on it almost protectively, not that you could blame them. Fans had started harassing you at work, and Killerwatt was stressing over protecting you, Electra, and the baby. Electra was adamant that Killerwatt protected you and the baby more than them, but that was easier said than done. Wrench was personally doing your checkups, prenatal care, and ultrasounds, trusting no one else with the care of you and the baby they were all exited for. They were all exited to be aunts and uncles, and Electra was exited and nervous to be a parent. But right now, everyone was relaxed. The components were out doing their own thing with you and Electra here on the couch. You honestly were ready to take a nap on your spouse, not that they would mind they found it cute that you wanted to be with them so much in your vulnerable pregnant state. You were right about to drift off when you felt it, a gentle movement like a bubble poping in your womb, but you knew what it was, right under Electra's hand. Your head immediately shot up to look at your bump, Electra looked bewildered for a moment before a bright, loving smile spread across their face. They moved slightly to kiss your bump gently as both their hands move to caress it as well. You felt another kick as Electra continued to kiss your bump, earning themselve a kick to the lips. Tears slowly fell from their eyes, and they turned their head to look at you, reaching one of their hand up to wipe away tears you didn't know you had. You both looked at each other lovingly as you leaned into their hand on your cheek and kissed their palm gently before leaning in to kiss them lovingly as well. Everyone was going to be so excited, but right now, you just wanted to enjoy this moment with your baby and spouse.
Greaseball
You and Greaseball were working around the yard today. Your wife didn't really like the idea of you going out on long trips with you being so obviously pregnant, and frankly, you didn't either. Your wife was famous, and fans were starting to become a problem outside the yard, so Momma, you and, Greaseball all decided it was a good idea to have you stay on the yard till further notice. Preferably, your wife would have liked for you to stop working for now, but you, being the one that was pregnant, shot that down not wanting to sit at home alone while Greaseball worked all day. Eventually Greaseball relented, not wanting to be too far away from you anyway. Currently, you were taking a break, ankles hurting with the new weight of the baby, and constant movement of work, but you expected this. You soon saw your wife rolling up to you, obviously wanting to check on you and the baby. Your wife gently slid her hands under your work uniform shirt to rest them on your bump. She loved feeling your bump and was not afraid to admit it. You both were soon going to be parents, and she couldn't be more exited and more terrified in her entire life. But right now, you both were drinking in the feeling of each other in and the life growing inside you. Greaseball had her forehead resting against your sholder, as she looked down at your bump and let out a hum of contentment at the feeling of you and the baby. Granted, you know this was coming eventually, but it still surprised you when it happened. The baby kicked harder than you were expecting, it even startled Greaseball. The baby kicked your wife's hands in the middle of your stomach, and you had started to tear up with how happy you were. You let out a happy giggle as your wife lowered herself down till her face was right in front of your stomach. She looked at your bump in bewildered amazement. Checking to make sure she actually felt what she felt, she gently massaged you bump in the same spot till she felt the baby kicked again. A big beautiful smile broke across her face as she kissed your bump before looking up at you. Then, in a split second, she hooked her arms around the back of your legs and picked you up. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around her waist, and she held you in her arms and spun you around. Her eyes started to get misty as you cupped both her cheeks and kissed her passionately. Others in the yard started to stop and stare happily at the happy scene, not that either of you minded, you were both too happy to care.
Thanks for requesting, I hope you liked it!
I had an idea for fem Greaseball x GN reader, so I'm just going to go with it.
Notes: Fluff, just fluff. Post-world championship race, established relationship.
Summary: You have been away on a long emergency job run for a month now, only ever talking to your girlfriend on the phone late at night. But you get home today, and Greaseball could not be happier.
Then she heard it, the sound of the front door opening and closing, you were home. She rushed out of the kitchen and to the living room where you were currently taking off your dirty outer work uniform. You looked exactly like she thought you would be tired, hungry, and a bit sore but still beautiful. You looked up to her in the doorway, and your eyes seemed to shine brightly with love, and she had no doubt hers did too. You both skated towards each other, meaning in the middle of the living room. She brought you into an embrace and kissed you sweetly but still passionately. What started as a kiss soon turned to three, then five, then into a full makeuot session. With your hands coming up to rake through her hair on the back of her head, you gently pulled on it to deepen the kiss, she ground into the kiss and pulled you closer to her by your waist. Starlight, she didn't want to stop kissing you, but you both needed to breathe, and you were hungry and tired and just wanted the day to be over. Reluctantly, she pulled away from your lips and rested her forehead against yours to just hold you close for a minute. A soft hum could be heard from you as you hugged her, and she kissed your forehead, drinking in the feeling of each other. "I got your favorite takeout for you. It's on the counter." She murmured softly, she hered a happy, satisfied hum come for you as you hugged her tighter for a second, a silent thank you that made her smile wider at you.
You had been gone for a month, a full month, 31 days of no cuddles and kisses, and it was absolute torture for Greaseball. You two barely had time to call each other for more than an hour every other day. You always looked so tired on video calls, but you both are too stubborn to let that get in the way of your precious hour of each other. But today, that changes you get home today. She finally gets to hold you in her arms again, finally get to kiss your soft lips again, and finally, finally, you both get to have a good night's sleep. Greaseball was beyond happy that you were coming home. Greaseball had finally gotten off work and was currently setting your favorite takeout on the counter. You would be here within the hour, tired, hungry, probably a bit sore from all the traveling, but you would be home, and she had no plans of letting you go anytime soon.
"I love you." you said as you pulled away from her, going in for one more kiss before heading to the kitchen to get your food so you could finally eat. She fallowed you to grab her own food. When you picked up your takeout box, she gently pulled you back towards the living room to cullde on the couch while you two ate. She sat at one end of the couch, and you sat next to her. She put her arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her side, your head now resting on her shoulder as you ate your food. Greaseball put on some movie as mostly white noise as you both cuddled and ate, you ate your food rather quickly, which was unsurprising as you most likely haven't eaten much of anything since 6am that morning and it was almost 10pm now. Greaseball chuckled lightly, " Hungry?" She asked playfully, " Obviously." You retorted with mouth half filled with food. Chuckling, she leand into your side and kissed the side of your face a small happy giggle left your lips as she leand her forehead against you and smiled before kissing your face again and pulling away to continue eating her own food.
After a while, you ended up eating your entire meal and a bit of hers, not that she minded. She had offered you the rest of hers, but you declined, not wanting to stuff yourself and feel sick later. Now you both were fully cuddling the couch, her leaning her back against the armrest, and you leaning against her chest. The movie is still playing on the TV, but you were fighting sleep. You wanted to spend as much time with her awake before she went to work in the morning. But she had a surprise for you. You had been given two weeks PTO for the long and demanding emergency work run you just did, and Greaseball had also used for the first time in forever her PTO to spend with you. Greaseball liked showing off how string and fast she was, and working was one of the easiest ways to do that other than racing that is. But spending time with you was far better than that. Then she finally notices you fighting to stay awake she chuckled softly at you, finding it cute that you wanted to be with her as long as possible. "What's so funny?" You asked tiredly, moving slightly to look at her." You can sleep, you know, Momma approved my two weeks PTO request to spend with you." She smirked playfully at you, and a light pink dusted her cheeks at the memory of said interaction. You had mentioned the PTO in one of your calls, and the next morning Greaseball went to talk to Momma about trying to get her own PTO in with your two weeks. At first, she was asking for three or four days of PTO, but when Momma asked what was the special occasion was, she had told her about you coming home and your two weeks with an obsessive redness to her cheeks. Momma, the ever wonderful woman she is, grabbed a new PTO slip riped up the previous one, filled out the new one with two weeks of PTO, and approved it immediately and then handed it to Greaseball with a sweet teasing sime on her face. She knew Greaseball still got a bit embarrassed about the softer side of love and affection despite the fact she proudly showed you off all the time. And knowing you would want to spend as much time as possible with your girlfriend didn't even bat an eye at the two weeks.
You let out a sigh of relief at the news that you would actually get to spend time with your girlfriend. " I want to go to bed." You ground, dragging yourself off of your girlfriend and the couch. Greaseball took the time to turn off the TV while you stretched your sore body. Smiling to herself, she rolled closer to you. She hooked one of her arms behind your knees and the other arm behind your back and picked you up bridal style. A surprised gasp left your lips at this as she smirked at you, clearly proud of herself. You rolled your eyes at her as she carried you to your shared room. She put you down at the end of the bed to help you strip what was left of your dirty work uniform and grabbed one of your sleep shirts. As you were putting on your shirt, she lifted up your foot to take off your skates. You smiled lovingly at her as she did this silently, when she was done with both your skates she looked at you, smiled and thn kissed you. She rolled away from you to your bathroom to change herself as you got comfortable in the bed. She could hear you quietly mumbling about needing a shower or a hot bath in the morning, scoffing playfully at your tired complaining. She soon rolled out and sat on the bed to take her own skates off as well, hearing you get comfortable behind her. She slipped into bed next to you, and you both instinctively pulled each other in closer limbs already tangled together, and you comfortably nestled in her arms and neck. You took in a deep, satisfying breath of her sent "I love you." You mumbled before finally relaxing into sleep in her arms. She smiled and looked lovingly at you, kissing your head softly. "I love you too." She murmured softly before closing her eyes and slipping into sleep as well peaceful and happy with you in her arms.
You were home, finally home, and you both could finally sleep peacefully for the first time in a month.
I hope you all liked this little fluffy story. My ask box is open so send me askes!
I'm now taking STEX requests!
For London 2024 and Bochum
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Seeing the London cast so openly post about trans rights, especially with what’s happening the uk right now is so incredible. It means a lot as a trans fan. Thank you straight express Wembley! <3
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“Doll, I think I’m dying.”
Greaseball has been in recovery for maybe a day, and Dinah doesn’t think she’s ever seen someone be quite so dramatic about a few blown valves.
Unsurprisingly, this isn’t even the first time Greaseball has been hurt in such a way; if she doesn’t blow something, break a coupler, or misalign a wheel after a particularly intense race it’s a miracle, and without a doubt she will complain. Today, she’s propped up in her bunk, breath rattling through new, too-clean pipes following her chest having taken the brunt of a head on collision with another engine and having to have most of her ventilation system replaced.
It’s not that Dinah doesn’t enjoy waiting on her hand and wheel, it’s just that, well, Greaseball isn’t the best patient; she knows she can’t really take care of herself, but the last thing she wants to do is show physical weakness, so just spends her time being miserable.
“I’m sure you’re not, sugar,” Dinah repeats for what is maybe the fourth time in the past half an hour, “didn’t the repair truck fix you up good and proper?”
“I don’t think they did a very good job,” Greaseball mutters, crossing her arms over her chest with a hiss before unfolding them again, “this sucks, everything hurts-“
“The mechanics said it would hurt for a bit, remember?” Dinah says with a sigh, unable to help the creeping smile across her face, “just whilst the connecting points ease, yeah?”
“I know,” Greaseball grumbles, frown deeply set on her face, and holds her hand out to take Dinah’s as Dinah perches on the edge of the bunk, “‘just sucks, I can’t even go and train like this, if I fuck up a leg I can at least still do arms, but I can’t even-“
As if to demonstrate, she attempts weakly to raise her arms above her shoulders, and the creaking of fresh joints cracks through the silence of the shed like an earthquake. After a second her arms collapse again into her lap and she lets out a groan of frustration, chest heaving slightly as the new fixings settle.
“See?”
Admittedly, it doesn’t sound good at all; Dinah’s seen and heard her share of Greaseball’s injuries, and this is definitely one of the worse ones judging by the crunch of metal upon metal that screeches as she shifts. Dinah knows it hurts - damage that severe would hurt any member of the rolling stock, not just an engine - but bless, Greaseball has such a way of letting the world know.
“I see,” Dinah confirms gently, and wraps her hands delicately around Greaseball’s, as if squeezing too hard could shatter her, “it’ll pass soon, honey, I promise.”
The resounding whine of impatience from Greaseball is both expected and painful, and Dinah can but smile supportively as Greaseball slips down the bed. Like this, she looks so small, not like the big, tough image of a champion engine she presents usually, and if Dinah wasn’t afraid of hurting her further she would happily scoop Greaseball up into her arms; her old yardmaster used to say that everything was easier with a warm pair of arms around you, but the last thing she wanted to do was make it worse.
Then Greaseball looks up at her through her long lashes, dark circles from exhaustion sickly in the poor lighting, and Dinah’s resolve threatens to break just that little bit more-
“Can- uh, doll, can I-?” Greaseball stutters, eyes darting away as a dandelion flush settles on pallid cheeks, “could you like, I dunno, hold me?”
How is she meant to say no?
Without saying anything, she kicks off her wheels and wiggles out of her skirt, Greaseball weakly throwing back the corner of the duvet for Dinah to clamber in next to her. Almost immediately she crumples against Dinah’s side, eyebrows furrowed and mouth fixed in a deep pout, but as Dinah wraps her arms gently around her shoulders she exhales deeply, features easing just the slightest bit.
“I’ve got you, sugar,” Dinah whispers gently, and presses a kiss into the crown of Greaseball’s head, “you don’t have to be tough if you don’t want to.”
The responding mutter from Greaseball is inaudible, but the way she relaxes into Dinah’s arms tells her all she needs to know.
THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!
I like myself some freight, I would even go to say freight is kinda great.
comic about slick and the rockies for @freightappreciationweek !!
It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when...
Crying this design was so pretty. She's giving 80's powerhouse model
Honestly one of my best financial decisions this year
BELLE AND BELLE!!!!! 💜❤️💤
My fav sleeping cars !!!!!!!!
I also imagine they’ve a loving auntie and a sweet niece dynamic lol
I've wanted to draw her for a long time, and seeing all the cool redesigns yall been doing just motivated me more
So here's my girl Slick, the oil tanker😝
