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Epinephrine
Summary: Bucky races to win as you watch with anticipation.
Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word Count: Over 1.5k
Warnings: Nerves, K-I-S-S-I-NG, swearing, POV switch, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @saradika. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly.
A/N: My third Connect 4 (C4007 - Square 3) / Into an Alternate Juneiverse for @buckybarnesevents! Set in my Dialed In AU, but can be read as a standalone. Apologies for any inaccuracies, but I'm human and still had fun writing this.❤️ Thank you @targaryenvampireslayer for the POV switch suggestion! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Epinephrine. Both a hormone and a neurotransmitter, the chemical messenger transmits nerve signals to prepare your body for fight or flight. Most call it adrenaline. Some liken it to pre-race jitters.
Bucky considered it his own personal fuel.
Just breathe.
It amazed him how so many wrote off motocross as just another sport without considering the physical and mental training they put into it or how dangerous it was. Position, weight distribution, and correct form on the bike were all things to consider when practicing and racing. Not to mention no two tracks are alike, the conditions constantly changing. You had to take the hills, jumps, turns, and distance for your own safety and those around you.
He mentally wished Steve and the others a safe race, even Rumlow. Prick or not, he didn’t want the guy to get hurt. He sure as hell didn't want to lose to him either.
"For what it’s worth, I’m glad you didn’t hit him. Because he would have won and guys like him don’t deserve to win."
No, he doesn't.
His heart raced a little faster, his right palm starting to sweat as the nerves and excitement clashed in his chest. The knot in his stomach settled as he waited for the race to start, his focus on the path in front of him. The rough terrain ahead called to him, urging him to unleash whatever anger, fear, joy, and anything he had built up inside. He would go all out, leaving no regrets in his path.
All leading to you after he crossed the finish line.
"Good luck."
Gave me all the luck I need, Spitfire.
With your voice in his mind, it quieted any doubt that lingered. He knew his strengths and even his limits when it came to the sport. Getting back on the bike after his accident already proved that he was a winner. He didn't need to prove himself to anyone else.
But he hoped you would see his worth.
And as the gate dropped, he smiled behind his helmet.
You grabbed Natasha's arm as the riders took off, keeping an eye out for Bucky. She didn't pull away or make a comment when you dug your nails in. You appreciated her a bit more because of that. You also didn't understand why you were nervous when you weren't the one on the track.
I've seen plenty of races, but I didn't have anything at stake before.
"Sorry," you muttered as you let the redhead go.
"It's okay. He's got this," she assured you.
You nodded, doing your best to give her a smile. A mile and a half long course and likely a twenty to thirty minute race and extra lap, you knew it was standard. But watching the dirt fly as you focused on Bucky's helmet, your heart felt like it was in your throat. You didn't just want him to win, you wanted him safe.
Just breathe. He knows what he's doing.
"If he gets hurt, I'm kicking his ass," you said, sucking in a breath as another rider got close to his back wheel.
"And nurse him back to health," Natasha teased.
"Yeah. With a uniform and all," you teased, actually kind of into the idea.
Down girl.
You got uncharacteristically quiet after that, your stomach dropping when Maddox gained on Bucky. He was still in a good position, his friend, Steve, up there with him. It was almost like witnessing a roller coaster ride, the ups and downs, the twists and drops. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you could only imagine how the guys out there felt actually experiencing it.
Exhilarating.
As the riders got close to the final lap, you jumped up. You somehow stayed on your feet when your head spun, but you weren't going to miss this. Bucky and Maddox were almost neck-in-neck, but Maddox probably thought he had it in the bag. That kind of cockiness didn't always pay off.
You sure as hell didn’t want it to pay off today.
"Come on, Hothead," you whispered.
While Maddox turned his head to look at Bucky, the latter kept his head facing forward and elbows up. As if he didn't care that his competition was there. He raced smarter, not harder, as you watched with bated breath. He kept his lead toward the finish line as you couldn’t help but smile.
Bucky Barnes won the race.
He won. He fucking won.
"Fuck yes!" you shouted, uncaring of your language as Bucky took first, his left fist pumping in the air. The way everyone else cheered, they probably didn't notice. But you finally felt like you could take a proper breath, the mental ride coming to a stop. "For the record, I'm just happy he made it across the finish line. This has nothing to do with the date."
I can actually smell my own bullshit.
"Wow. You managed to say that with a straight face. Impressive," Natasha said, nodding toward the course as the race wrapped up. "Come on. Let's go congratulate him. And by we I mean you."
"He raced a good race. It was very exciting," you said evenly, but you eagerly pulled her along to get out of the stands and through the crowd.
You weren’t sure if you were actually allowed to go up to greet him, but people moved to let you through. Was it your strut or Natasha’s subtle stare that made everyone jump out of the way? As you got closer to Bucky and the other riders, you felt like your heart was going to race out of your chest when you stopped at the edge of the course. Especially when took off his helmet, a light sheen of sweat on his face as he shook his hair out.
Fuck me in the dirt, please.
“Go,” Natasha encouraged after some of the guys congratulated Bucky, except for Maddox who stood feet away with a glare on his face.
Sore loser doesn’t look good on him, but he’s not why I’m here.
Holding your head high, you locked eyes with Bucky when he looked your way. Seemingly forgetting the others around him, he walked toward you to meet you halfway when you stepped in the dirt. The two of you stood there for a long moment before he smirked. A slight one, but still a smirk.
“Looks like I won,” he said, his voice rough.
“You did. Congratulations,” you said, stepping back to hold out your hand. “And it looks like you get to go out with me, so double congratulations,” you simpered, previous annoyance that he bet a date with you completely forgotten.
“Are we shaking on it?” he chuckled, his gloved hand reaching for yours. A spark of electricity moved up your arm once he took it and you refused to deny your attraction at that moment.
“You could say that,” you smirked, yanking him close. “But I prefer to seal it with a kiss.”
You took a moment to appreciate how soft and warm his lips felt when you initiated the kiss this time. You allowed his tongue to slip inside and explore when you parted your lips, feeling the beat of his heart as he pressed his chest against your body. It wasn’t hard or urgent, but excitement and passion consumed you. It didn’t matter if he got your clothes dirty. Or that a few of the riders whistled and cheered at the display.
He smiled against your lips when you had to take a breath. “I thought you said you weren’t a prize.”
“And I thought you said your ass was all mine after you win,” you reminded him, almost wishing you reached around to squeeze it. Even dirty and sweaty, he still looked and smelled amazing. It was a phenomenon.
“I did and I meant it,” he said, sneaking in another kiss before he had to pull away. “You sticking around?”
“I’ll be with Nat. Go do what you have to,” you said, turning away to back to your friend. She had a smile on her face. You had one on yours, too.
“I still have to get your number, so don’t go anywhere!” Bucky called after you.
“Who said I was giving you my number?” you asked over your shoulder. “I never agreed to that.”
“How am I supposed to take you on a date without it?” he asked.
“You seem like a smart guy. You’ll figure it out, Hothead,” you teased, egging him on just a little.
“Want me to get on my knees, Spitfire?”
Yes and split me open with that talented tongue of yours.
“She’ll give you her number,” Natasha said, waving Bucky on as you laughed. You may have checked his ass out again because he did say it was yours. And he no doubt checked yours out as you walked away. “You are giving him your number before we leave.”
“I will,” you promised, giving her a small smile. “I’m glad you introduced me to him,” you added gently, looking forward to getting to know him more.
“And I’m glad you put a smile back on his face.”
Hearing that felt like a victory.
I guess we’re both winners today, Hothead.
Yay! He won! Was there ever any doubt? More to come. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
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Credit pinball.by.xtn (Photo by Christian Larsen)
#pinball#pinball machine#pinball wizard#arcade#retro#barcade#pinball art#flippers#diner#dialed in#cell phone#attention#brooklyn#nyc#new york#new york city#jackbar#thursday night strikes
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“Whatever,” Tenma said. Even though Yuki was ostensibly smiling, it had a hollow, bitter ring to it. He frowned, staring at his placid expression for a few moments before asking, “What’s up with you, anyways?”
Yuki frowned, eyes wide and unassuming and also completely lying. “What’s up with me?”
“You know,” he said, and gestured at Yuki like it meant anything. “Your face got all weird the moment Igawa stepped in.”
come on if u wanna read abt tenma and yuki awkwardly being friend-roommates
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Dialed In (Dale Earnhardt) - Racing Challenge 2000 TCG
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local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6
#i’ve seen so many interpretations of that 1 hr freeze frame of Kabru’s smile in ep 16#he’s meeting his long time crush of course he’s trying to charm him#Kabru so obviously has a big fat giant crush on Laios#like atp in the story he’s tried to talk to him and get his attention so many times agjdjajdj#Laios is the human rubix cube he’s been searching for his entire life#everyone else is almost too easy for Kabru to pin down#Laios on the other hand … a treasure trove of autistic mystery#Kabru is so locked in#Kabru used signature move: charming smile#Laios: no effect!#there’s something so beautiful about the popular pretty boy entering his fumble era when his one true love turns out to be autistic#labru#laios touden#kabru of utaya#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#wasabi rambles#seen so many clock that smile as nefarious and machiavellian#baby no Kabru is just dialing the charm up to 100 and what we’re all feeling is second hand embarrassment LMAO
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6:01 AM EDT April 21, 2024:
90 Day Men - “Dialed In”
From the album (It [Is] It) Critical Band
(September 26, 2000)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
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#I got me some#koosy shoes#💕#dialed in#twin o clock#playing with a breakdown#at the end#not done#but#I’m fwi#✨
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like these are butch lesbians to me
#literally the sexiest genre of machines. dials and switches and rugged but still takes into consideration Looks#aberrations#terminal talks
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Aziraphale pulls down when doing a miracle, because he’s pulling down from Heaven
Post-Fall Crowley pulls up then snaps. Showing that he is pulling power from Hell
Pre-Fall Crowley does both. He pulls down and slightly up then pushes forward because there isn’t an Earth yet. He would be pulling power from anywhere and everywhere. There would only be the divine.
When they perform the Jim miracle together, they both slowly pull respectively from their “own” sides
#good omens#good omens 2#crowley#aziraphale#good omens spoilers#ineffable husbands#go2#someone’s definitely done this#just wanted visual representation#this really just makes more questions when it comes to the big miracle#does hell have dials?
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North Electric Co, 1969
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no but drake is actually hilarious for this
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Is spitfire ready for the race?
Hmm. Mostly yes.
Friendly Competition
Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You make a new "friend" before the race starts.
Word Count: Over 1.1k
Warnings: Cattiness, Nat being awesome, talk of motocross!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?)
Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @saradika. Header by yours truly.
A/N: Hothead and Spitfire have made an impression, haven't they? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You didn't take a seat right away as Nat led you to the stands. She didn't seem to mind as she stood by you, even with the race getting ready to start. Maybe she sensed that you were a bit antsy and politely didn't rush you.
Your gaze settled on a photographer near the tracks and you hoped she snapped a photo of Bucky. It made no sense why you wanted that. It's not like you'd see the pictures. Plus you already saw how hot he looked in the earlier photos Nat showed you.
With his stupidly gorgeous eyes and hair and those fucking lips that-
"Nervous?" Natasha cut into your thoughts.
"I'm not," you said, the corner of your lip tugging a bit. "Maybe a little. I told you, I want Bucky to win."
"And I told you he will. I'm always right, you know. At least I act like I am."
"So humble," you joked, but her confidence helped you relax.
"Extremely. Let's go sit."
"Natasha! Hi!"
"Shit," she said under her breath. A redhead, a shade or so lighter than your friend's hair, walked over and blocked your path before you could go into the stands. She carried herself with confidence, her shoulders back and not acknowledging anyone else around her. You did your best to make your own judgments on people, but your friend's reaction didn't paint her in a good light.
I wonder why that is.
"It's so good to see you!"
"Dolores," Natasha said in a clipped tone.
"Did you do something different with your hair? I didn't think the bob cut was back, but you pull it off," Dolores commented with what appeared to be an insincere smile.
Oh. That could be part of the disdain.
You knew well enough that not everyone could be honest and straightforward, but you never understood passive aggressive compliments. Were they even compliments at that point? Why be sneaky?
Be a bitch and own it or be nice.
"No one has complained yet," Natasha curtly responded before you could speak up.
Dolores either didn't catch the tone or ignored it as she turned her attention to you. "And you must be the new girl I just heard about. I'm looking forward to us being friends," she said, taking a step back so she could look you over. "I love your skirt. Interesting choice for the tracks."
"Thanks. Nat suggested it and, as you already know, she has great taste and style," you said, not at all ashamed or intimidated by her judging gaze.
Like you felt slightly protective of Bucky earlier, you felt the same for Nat.
"Isn't that nice?" Dolores asked, her lip twitching when you didn't cower under her stare. "So nice for her to take the new girl under her wing."
"New girl". That label again.
"I actually have a name outside of 'new girl'," you said, stating it for her.
"Well, I'm Dolores. Most people call me Dot," her smile widened again. "And some of the boys were just talking about you over there. Heard you made quite an impression on Bucky."
"I'm shocked you've heard anything about me, especially so quickly. Guess good news travels fast."
Dolores bristled, but quickly regained her composure. "I know we aren't best friends yet, but us girls have to stick together. So I thought you should know that some of the boys are pegging you as a, well, pit lizard," she exaggeratedly whispered at the end, like it was a big secret.
"That's bullshit," Natasha spoke, glancing at you. "They wouldn't."
"I'm just repeating what I heard. I'm trying to warn her," Dolores said with a hint of sympathy in her gaze. It would have worked if not for the mocking tone. "Do you know what that means?"
Oh, I do love the condescension.
"Groupie for riders? Yeah, I'm familiar with the term," you shrugged slightly. "Did the boys also mention that Bucky kind of asked me on a date?"
The lighter redhead stood up straighter, her eyes narrowing as some of the "friendliness" began to chip away.
"Something wrong, Dolores?" you asked.
"He what?"
"He asked her out on a date," Natasha smirked.
"No, he didn't."
"He did," you nodded. "He also didn't give me the impression that he pegged me for a pit lizard. I can't imagine Nat would encourage me to date him if he did."
"I dated him," Dolores blurted out.
The plot thickens.
"It was one date," Natasha said to you under her breath.
"And you should be careful with him," your new "friend" warned as she strode forward. You refused to step backward. "Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
"Are you threatening her?" your actual friend asked, shifting her stance to put you slightly behind her. "Because that isn't a good idea."
It's nice to have a protective friend.
"It's okay. I'm sure she's just being friendly," you said before Dolores had a chance to answer. You leaned in a little like you were going to whisper a secret. "I think I'll be just fine with Bucky, but thanks. You also have lipstick on your teeth. Thought you should know.
Dolores muttered something unpleasant under her breath when she moved around you and stormed away.
"Good to see you, Dolores," Natasha said even though she was out of earshot at that point. "Lipstick? Really?"
"What? She did," you said truthfully. "I'd want someone to point it out to me."
"You okay?"
"Just fine," you said when she raised an eyebrow. "It's not a bullshit answer. It's a jealous ex."
Wait. Does one date make you an ex?
"She's right though. You really are making quite an impression on people here," she said, taking your arm so the two of you could finally sit down. "You have Bucky and Maddox making bets over you. Now Dolores is threatened by you."
And I'm not even racing.
"You make me sound like one of those Mary Sue characters who gets everyone's attention for no reason whatsoever."
"You mean you aren't the most special kind of special person there is?" Nat teased, giving a friendly nod to another girl as you passed by.
"No, I'm just the shiny new toy everyone wants to play with," you joked back. "I don't have anything to worry about with her, do I?"
"Like what? Competing for Bucky's affection? Trust me. That ship didn't sail. It sank."
You snorted a bit. "Funny."
"Really though. You have nothing to worry about. We have your back," she said, taking a seat. "Besides, a little friendly competition never hurt anyone."
"So, Bucky is a prize now?" you asked as you sat beside her.
"Neither one of you are prizes, but I still think you're both going to come out on top in the end."
With Bucky determined to win the race, you had a feeling Nat was right.
You just had to make sure Dolores didn't stick a knife in your back when you weren't looking.
Should we worry? Nah. Love and thanks! ❤️
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Another Owl House thang I started right after Clouds on the Horizon and then promptly never finished, this time bullying Hunter with that one SU line lol
#meant to add backgrounds#did not add backgrounds#the owl house#luz noceda#hunter wittebane#toh#never really enjoyed how those middle hunter drawings turned out but. shrug emoji#fanart#hunter noceda#idk what we all decided his fanon last name is#clouds on the horizon#these drawings are like. almost a year and a half old lol whoops#hunter looks soooooooo wet rat in that third image and i for some reason could not dial it down#like i tried and it did not look right but i still think this version is pretty extreme lol
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Columbo + his basset hound named "Dog"
He doesn't look like a police dog.
Well, he isn't. He's a policeman's dog. Believe me, there's a big difference.
COLUMBO (1968 - 2003)
#columbo#peter falk#tvedit#tvseriessource#cinematv#cinemapix#chewieblog#columboedit#*edit#columbo 3x06: mind over mayhem#columbo 5x01: forgotten lady#columbo 7x01: try and catch me#columbo 7x04: how to dial a murder#columbo 8x02: murder smoke and shadows#columbo 9x01: murder a self portrait#they're so sweet and soft together#lieutenant columbo adores his dog#he talks to him as if doggo were a person#just casually like they're having a conversation
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Something about Bakugo being nosy just sits so right with me. It’s canon that he’s often listening in on conversations (even if participants of said conversations are unaware of his presence) so I imagine when he likes you he tends to hover around you just a little bit more.
You could be talking to Ashido and Kaminari in the common room and Bakugo will be there. Maybe not necessarily near you, not even looking at you. He’s off on the opposite side of the room, and he’s so uncharacteristically quiet that you could forget he was there in the first place.
You mention offendedly how you miss your favorite drink and snack from that one cafe near the heart of Musutafu, being too busy with your work study to find the time to visit.
A few days later, you hear a knock on your door. You’re met with a plastic bag with the very same food and drink combination you had just told your friends about the other day. Your eyes trail the arm and hand holding it and see Bakugo with a pinched look on his face.
“‘s for you,” he grumbles, head turned to the side as his signature scowl deepens. If you looked any closer, you’d clearly be able to see the blush accentuating his cheeks and ears.
“Thank you, Bakugo,” you take the bag with a smile, and Katsuki has to keep from shuddering when your fingertips accidentally brush his. “Why don’t you come in so we can share?”
Bakugo is nosy, but if it means being able to share stolen moments (and bites of food) with you, then it’s totally worth it.
#him. <3#this man just wants to know more about you but is terrible at making conversation when he first starts liking u#rizz game dialed to 11 once he sees that ur at least somewhat attracted/flustered by him#bc he knows that now he might have a shot w you#katsuki.txt#bakugo x reader#mha x reader#bakugo x you#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#kat’s writing
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