#car race

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in a car race and my opponent was the Joker. He kept using his special attack, which was just self-explosion but luckily the kids from the kindergarten that was near the racing track didn't mind. Also, my car of choice was a Dollar Tree camper.

[aznheavenyumi]

gimme slow pace, don't race 🤭

[aneyef0raheart]

𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱 ℜ𝔞𝔠𝔢

TW: Backshots, flashing, freaky stuff, sucking and violence (I hope these are enough warnings to be aware that this is more than these)

You were a young woman who had amazing drift skills, one of the most popular actually. You are well known in your city and create a lot of commotion just for being seen in public. There was an event that was very unexpected and exciting at the same time, you didn't know why? Why didn't you know? The men told you there was a guest visiting this event, participating as you may seem. The two men that told you were Satoru and Suguru! You're high-key supporters and help you with your awful and joyful conditions!

"Heyyy Y/N, you're probably super curious who this person is eh?" Satoru said sitting on those metal chairs drinking a white monster energy drink. He just stared at you waiting for an answer chuckling while Suguru standing in the back with his arms crossed leaning against a wall. "Well yes of course! Who is it!" You said with full excitement grabbing both Satoru's shoulders. He tilted his head with a gaze upon looking up at me, "What if I said it was the one and only, D.K." You let go of my grip and stepped a foot back from him. You had my mouth halfway open and my eyes widened like they were going to pop out my eye sockets. "Drift King!? Choso Kamo!? Number 1!?"

I noticed Suguru giggling behind Satoru nodding and keeping his head down. "You're fucking shitting me." You covered my mouth with all the unexpected things crossing by. Before Satoru spoke again a loud engine was heard nearby the parking lot. "Why ye-" He raised his eyebrows and smirked looking at you. "He's here~" Suguru walked towards Satoru always standing by his side placing a hand on both your guy's shoulder. "Why not meet him!" "What the fuck you think we'll do!" I ran away from them dashing to the parking lot seeing a car with thousands of stickers with lightning bolts on the sides of the car. Just by the looks of the car, it turns out it was a black Toyota Chaser with such a low skirt. "How is he able to drift this masterpiece!?" I thought to myself, the fact that I turned to the side of his car noticing he parked next to MY CAR!? I caught him staring at it looking at my car in millions of different angles looking any damages, he seemed impressed by the brand and looks if my beautiful car which I LOVE!

My car was not an ordinary Mazda RX7, it had champagne pink wrap on it while my favorite anime characters were on the back of my car. It was pretty girly until you see it being driven. The car plate was placed as "S1M9ER". "Ayy~ Choso! Looks like you've made it to see our pretty lady right there." Satoru chuckled pointing me out to him. I turned my head to Satoru starting to get embarrassed. "What the shit Satoru!" I gritted my teeth glaring at him, Choso giggled and got out his car. He leaned his side of the car gazing me. "Nice car." Choso stated to me. "I.. I-uhm.. Thanks?" "Shall we begin the race?" He questioned, you didn't know there would be a race just now, you flinched for a few seconds wonder what race? With who? "Hold on a race? Race who? With who!?" You were so confused, nobody told me anything! "Ah, I'm sorry looks like Satoru hasn't told you that you will be competing with Choso, Y/N." Suguru announced for me. "E-EH!? RACE!? NUMBER 1!?" "That's right, you're good. You can handle him, even if you do lose you owe him something." Suguru and Satoru smirked "It's his choice what you owe him." Suguru exclaimed

"I- uhm... Sure I guess..." I said in a quiet lowered voice as I walked over my car with baggy black sweats, they make you look even thicker than before. To hide your ass from them freaky boys, you wore a baggy car tag shirt on top. Your style did not match your car, which was very unusual of anybody who does that.

Both you and Choso revved your engines and drive to a track where nobody was suppose to even pass, this is where the town host the events where a whole freeway was built and difficult obstacles included.

I'm sorry to tell you this but my noodle arms can't handle this, y'all gonna have to wait for PART 2!! 😭I don't even know you guys but love you! Good night or Good morning!🩷

[scavengedluxury]

Cordatic rally, Budapest, 1970. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive. 

[mochie85]

Just For Tonight - Sam

Just For Tonight Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: You take Sam, Bucky, and Loki on the first date. Pairing: Loki x Reader/OFC Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Language, action/race sequence

“Where to first?” Bucky asked getting into the front passenger seat.

“Well, you guys said it was my date, my choice.” You smirked at him as you peeled out of the garage of the tower.

“I don’t like that evil look you got on, Wheelz. What’chu planning? Please don’t make me regret doing this?” Sam muttered.

“I rather enjoy the mystery and suspense. Tell me, Wheelz, what do you like to do on your nights off?” Loki asked in wonderment, a touch of seduction lingering in his voice. You let out a small evil chuckle, making Sam hold tight onto his seatbelt.

Half an hour later you had slowed down and turned onto a deserted street in the industrial docks of Jersey. It didn’t stay like that for long.  The men looked around as they heard loud rumbles of engines and the thumping of music coming from cars all lined up. Car after car, parked with lights and stereos all playing the same station. The same signal coming from the DJ, centered at the forefront of the road. You followed a car into an unmarked lot where a large crowd had gathered.

Women walked in groups, wearing next to nothing trying to grab the attention of the men. While the men tried to impress them with their car's bright colors and details.

“Where are we?” Loki asked excitedly.

“A street race? Wheelz! Did you take us to a street race? You know this is illegal, right? If we get caught, HR will have our butts over this.” Sam yelled out.

“So, how’s this different than you guys getting caught in a strip club?” you raised your eyebrow.

“Ey, any law-abiding citizen can go to a club and be a patron. This- THIS IS ILLEGAL!” Sam yelled waving his arms all around him.

“What are we gonna do, Wheelz?” Bucky asked as you parked your car at the very end of the lot. All four of you got out, garnering the attention of everyone nearby.

“Are we here to spectate?” Bucky said rubbing his hands as his attention was caught by some of the more daring women walking past him.

“No. You two will spectate.” You assessed, pointing to Loki and Sam. “I’m going to race.” All three men looked at you bewildered. “You, are gonna be my spotter.” You concluded pointing to Bucky.

“And what does a spotter do, exactly?” Bucky asked.

“You sit there and look pretty.” You sassed back.

“Oh, no. No, no, no.” Sam said shaking his head.

“You spot for cops and other drivers so that I don’t get into an accident.” You answered truthfully.

“Shouldn’t Loki be the one then? I’m pretty sure his magic would be able to spot any cops or stop someone from crashing into you.” Bucky suggested. Loki smiled and looked hopeful.

“No. I want you,” you decided, pointing back to Bucky. Your declaration hurt Loki. The ease of your rejection stung like salt on an open wound. Of course, you wouldn’t think of him worthy enough to assist you. He was too sheltered, and you probably thought he was too pampered as a prince of Asgard.

 In truth, having Loki as your spotter wouldn’t do you any good. It would be too distracting. You would be too engrossed in his deep voice to hear anything else. You needed to concentrate, and you could only do that with Barnes or Wilson.

Well, maybe not Wilson. He looks like he’s about to throw up. So, Bucky it was. “You boys stay here while I go register. We’re playing for pinks. Come on, Barnes. I’ll show you the course.” You delegated as you walked away.

“Pinks!” Sam exclaimed.

“What are pinks?” Loki asked as he watched you stroll away with Bucky. The confident strut of your walk mesmerized him.

“Pink slips. The titles and ownership of the cars.” Sam answered, pulling Loki out of his trance.

“Why the obvious change in demeanor, my friend? You act as if you were Rogers about to get caught watching those lewd videos online,” Loki laughed.

“Man! I cannot be seen here!” Sam strained to whisper.

“You weren’t bothered when that rather buxom woman at the club rubbed your face in her…”

“That’s not the point, Laufeyson!”

“What is it then?”

“I can’t get caught here because if they recognize me, then it will be my third offense and I will not go to jail, Loki! Do you hear me? I WILL NOT BE SITTING MY ASS ON A BENCH SHARING IT WITH A GUY NAMED BIG AL. NO. NO. NO.”

“Relax, my friend.” Loki laughed louder at the comical image of his fellow Avenger. “Here,” he said splaying his fingers. “I put a disguise on you so that no one will recognize you.” Sam touched his face and felt the wiry curls of a long beard covering his chin and cheeks, reaching down to his navel. Loki conjured a baseball cap and placed it on top of Sam’s head, covering most of his face.

The look of instant relief was evident in Sam’s eyes. “Oh, thank god.”

“You’re very welcome!” Loki laughed again. “Who knew that our beloved Falcon had a penchant for illegal street racing? We’re you bad at it? Is that why you got caught multiple times?” Loki teased.

Sam rolled his eyes. “For your information, it was before I went to the military. I was good. I built my own car. And by sheer luck, I won my first race. Which helped me get better parts and better gear. When I won my first race with ‘pinks’ I dismantled that car and gave life to my old one. By the second time they caught me, my old man gave me an ultimatum. Either go into the military or go to jail. So, I chose the military.”

“Do you regret it, sergeant?”

“Not one bit,” Sam said looking into Loki’s eyes. “Which is why I’m trying to hide.”

“I doubt they’ll lock up a fellow Avenger for just spectating. It was so long ago. Surely they’ve forgotten about your past transgressions…” Loki trailed off as he watched you walk back with Barnes.

Genuinely, he had never seen you so commanding. So confident. Hell, he’d never seen you outside of your work clothes- those baggy jumpsuits and white shirts that were smeared with whatever Stark had you working on that day and covered up the artwork on your skin.

To see you in your world was breathtaking. From your boots accentuating your long legs to the loose-fitting shirt hiding the shape of your body underneath. It was enough to make Loki’s imagination run wild with impure thoughts. “What do you suppose her tattoo is?” Loki asked aloud about you.

“What tattoo?” Sam asked.

“The one gracing her right thigh. Hiding underneath her skirt.”

“OH. Oh ho ho! What’s this? What’s this? Does our local god have a crush on our resident mechanic?!” Sam said as he punched Loki in the am. “Ow.” He winced quietly to himself.

“What made you come to that conclusion?”

“I didn’t even notice the tattoo on her leg, man. You did! And you must’ve been looking pretty hard, cuz I can barely see it myself now that you pointed it out,” Sam laughed.

“Boys. You ready?” you asked coming up to them. “Whoa, what’s up with the beard?”

“I’m hiding. Alright! No one saw me!” Sam pointed to all three of you.

“Are you sure, you wouldn’t rather have Loki as your spotter?” Bucky asked again, laughing at Sam. You looked Loki in the eyes- the swirling mix of blue and green. His smirk inviting you to come closer.

“Nah. Pretty boy can stay here.” You smirked back.

“Hey! I thought I was ‘pretty boy’?” Sam yelled offended.

“Not with that beard you’re not,” you shook your head. Bucky and Loki laughed.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Miss Avenger herself.” A high-pitched nasally voice hooked all of your attention as a small petite blonde came walking up with a small following behind her. “I thought you had a date with Devin tonight?”

“Suki.” You greeted her. The men around you could hear the distaste in your voice. The sudden change in your stance, almost territorial, blocked her view of them behind you. “I had a work thing come up and it ended early. So, now I’m here. Why? You scared?”

“Unbelievable!” Suki scoffed. “Watch out for this one boys,” She said to your friends behind you. “She’ll string you along and then drop you when something better comes along. Like she did with Devin,” she baited as she eyed Loki up and down.

“Why you little…” you moved to lunge at her before Loki wrapped his arms around your waist to stop you. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, reaching your hands forward to pull on her brittle, fake-ass hair.

“Once I win your car, I’ll take your little harem too.” She laughed as she winked at Bucky. That got you even angrier.

“Go back to your car, Dollar-Bin Barbie, before I tell the officials and you get demoted for talking smack.” Sam defended you.

“It would do you no good to waste your anger now. Save it for the race, darling,” Loki whispered in your ears. Your nose flared and stared hard at Suki walking away. You looked back up into Loki’s eyes as you straightened out. His jaw clenched watching the anger in your eyes slowly fade into determination. His pride showed in his smile.

*~*

Not long after, you pulled up on an abandoned stretch of road with your Red Devil and two other cars. One was an Eclipse Spider with a ridiculously high spoiler. The other was Suki and her small white Corolla. Her engine growled, while the anime girl decal on the side of her car mocked you.

The smell of exhaust and gasoline filled the air, igniting your body. You revved your engine and she did the same. “You got this,” Bucky said in the earpiece. “Sam’s monitoring police radio. You’re good to go.”

As soon as the guy dropped his arm and gave the signal, you only heard the screech of your tires on asphalt. The engines of the three cars screamed, hiding the cheer of the crowd dwindling in your rearview mirror. The lurching feeling of momentum pushed you down on your seat as your foot pushed your car faster and further. The three of you were neck-and-neck with you leading the pack only by a few inches.

“Wheelz, Suki right behind you to your 7,” Bucky informs you. No sooner had he finished his sentence, Suki catches up to you on your left and looks at you through her window. Giving her the finger, you flipped the switch for your nitrous and your Red Devil sped even faster.

Not to be outdone, the other two racers also boosted their cars. You maintained your lead, not bothering to slow down when you passed the finish line. The drag came to a quicker end than you had expected.

You won the race, with the two other cars behind you. Bucky heard you scream your excitement through the mic and had to take the earpiece off. “Fuck Ya!” you yelled, hitting your steering wheel. Your car swerved, braking at an angle, facing the starting line and the cheering crowd down the street.

You exited the car jumping and yelling, letting off the excess adrenaline from winning your race. But most importantly, not losing to Suki.

“Congratulations, darling. Now hurry up and get back here to me so we can celebrate.” Loki’s rich voice resonated in your ear making you turn around in your excitement. You spotted him in the crowd, smiling at you. Even from this long distance, you can spot his glow. His essence, his lip bite as he beckoned you to come back.

You drove back to a cheering crowd all gathering around your car. You exited and were met by Sam, Bucky, and Loki who picked you up and twirled you around. You laughed in his ear. The sweet tinkling of your voice made him shiver where he stood.

“Alright, Wheelz. Which pink would you like? Winner chooses,” the head racing promoter said to you. He handed your pink slip back and offered you the other two.

You regarded each one with careful decision. After a while, you looked up to see Suki staring at you with a sour expression on her face. She probably didn’t feel too good, knowing that her car was potentially up for grabs.

You looked straight into her eyes and said, “Well, you know me. Always looking for something better to come along,” as you took the other racer’s pinks.

She huffed and walked away from the jeering crowd grabbing her title back from the promoter. The other driver fell to the ground at having lost his car to you.

“FIVE-OH. FIVE-OH,” you heard Sam yell out. “Everybody scram!” Like dust in the wind, everyone scattered in different directions.

You grabbed the keys to your new trophy car from the losing driver and threw your old keys to Bucky. “Meet me at Delia’s on Madison. Ask FRIDAY to give you directions.” You ran to your new car and put it on Drive when the passenger door opened next to you and Loki got in.

You were right. You would’ve lost if Loki had been your spotter. You just froze and stared at his profile. “Wheelz! Go!” he ushered.

“Oh, right!” you flustered as you put the car into gear and hauled out. The flashing sirens of blue and red were nothing but twinkling lights in your rearview mirror. You felt bad for whoever got caught. An unsaid rule was that the other losers should offer a ride to the one who lost their car in case of police intervention. You hope that Suki was nice enough to offer that poor guy a ride. You can only hope that Sam and Bucky made it out safe too.

“That was phenomenal back there, Wheelz. Where did you learn to drive like that?” Loki asked next to you. Your thoughts swerved back around to him sitting so close to you. You didn’t realize how small Eclipses were until now. Or maybe, Loki just has a huge…

“My dad took me to the races when I was young. He was a mechanic and fixed cars. He belonged to a small club that paid him good money to mod their vehicles on-site.”

“I see.” He said as he held on to the handle when you drifted to your right.

“He didn’t want this life for me. So he made me study hard and work hard. I eventually got into MIT, but…”

“But you still ended up here.” Loki finished. You gave him an unapologetic look. “I, for one, am glad you turned out to be who you are,”

“Really? Why is that?” The loud wail of sirens startled the both of you as flashing blue and red lights appeared in your mirrors. You rolled your eyes as you pressed on the gas, shifting gears, and pushing the car faster than you knew how. You were finally getting somewhere with Loki and the po-po just had to butt in. Typical.

Loki turned in his seat and watched as the police cars came closer. He hummed as he made a duplicate image of your vehicle split from your car and drive off in another direction. The police had to make a quick decision and chose to follow the decoy instead, no doubt calling for backup to find you guys. “On your next turn, pull over to the side. I can cloak us till they pass.”

You did as he asked. You drifted into a parking position and turned off the lights and engine. The two of you sat there in the dark, underneath an alleyway light. The silence was ringing in both your ears.

“I would’ve made a great spotter, Wheelz. I hope that proved to you I’m not as cloistered as you think.” He said softly with that simpering smile that had you weak in the knees.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Isn’t that why you chose Bucky over me to be your spotter? You think he’s more in touch with your scene. Grittier, less…sheltered.”

“No. I didn’t choose you because if I did, I would’ve lost.”

“Oh,” a new kind of pain wretched in his heart. You thought he would’ve let you down. That he wouldn’t have helped you secure your victory. Perhaps, maybe even bring you bad luck.

“You would’ve easily distracted me with that attractive voice of yours.” You said absent-mindedly, looking out the window as a police car passed you by. “I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate.”

You had said it like it was an easy thing to admit. As if you were discussing strategy on how to win your next race. “The cops passed. I think we’re home free. Let’s go see if the other two made it to Delia’s,” you said as you turned on your engine and pulled out to the busy street.

Loki sat quietly next to you. The blurry view and the glittery lights of the city passing by only added to the dream-like state he was in.

You found him distracting. A striking smile formed on his face.

You found his voice, attractive. That smile grew even wider.

“So you never did answer my question,” you urged.

“What question, darling?” he turned to you with the happiest expression on his face.

“You said you were glad I turned out the way I did. Why?” You asked vulnerably. You weren’t sure you wanted an actual answer.

“Because you’re different. You’re not like the others.”

“Is that why you guys went to the strip club earlier? Because you were looking for something different? Something more like the women on Asgard?” You pulled up next to Delia’s. The name, in bright pink and green neon, shone brightly through the window. You parked and got out of the car. Looking around you spotted your Red Devil two cars down and Sam and Bucky getting out to greet you.

Loki scoffed. “Ugh, don’t remind me about that failed endeavor,” he said walking next to you.

“What? Why? I thought you said they were ‘like the vixens of Asgard?’”

“Precisely my point, dear girl. They were all the same. Not one of them had any charisma or grace. None of them had a sense of self or individuality,” He stopped and paused to emphasize his next point because he didn’t want you to misunderstand what he was about to confess. “Not one of them was you.”

⬅️Chapter 1: Wheelz | Chapter 3: Bucky (Coming Soon)➡️

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[isilrina]

Happy Art Monday, everyone! Today, I'm inviting you to take a peek into my daily creative sanctuary with a glimpse of my workspace nestled in our cozy living room.

Because of small size of our apartment, this spot plays multiple roles - from our TV-watching haven for binging YouTube and Netflix to our dining area and occasional video game hub.

On Sunday afternoons, it transforms into our 40K miniature painting retreat, where my husband and I indulge in our shared hobby. A fun tidbit about this particular artwork: I began sketching it right here in the living room but completed it later at my gaming PC desk in the bedroom! 😄 It's all part of the creative journey, and I can't wait to share more updates as I continue to explore different colors and techniques. For this piece, I experimented with using a set of brushes that mimic the texture of markers, adding an extra layer of depth to the composition. As always, I used Clip Studio Paint to bring this vision to life.

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[flower1622]

Perluke Date

[jeandejard3n]

Fast and Furious: Quarter Mile

[wedgeantill]

Michel Vaillant (2003) dir. Louis-Pascal Couvelaire

[timmurleyart]

Drag race in Noe valley. 🚙🚗💨(mixed media on canvas)🚦