Characters: reader, Bucky, reader’s mother, Maria (mentioned)
Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.
A/N: I’m so excited about this series, you guys. I’ve been daydreaming about this story for months and every time I hear the song that inspired it I still get butterflies. I started this part 6 months ago and finished it, but I wasn’t ready to let it out into the world. But when @bionic-buckyb mentioned her 5k AU Writing Challenge and “mechanic” was one of the prompts, I knew it was meant to be. This story is close to my heart. I really hope you like it. Any feedback is appreciated. <3
Pack yourself a toothbrush dear Pack yourself a favorite blouse. Take a withdrawal slip Take all of your savings out.
Cause if we don’t leave this town, We might never make it out I was not born to drown. Baby, come on.
Those first few hours of freedom were absolute bliss! Flying down the highway with the windows down, music blasting as you sang at the top of your lungs. It was everything you had dreamed of. You did it. You were out. You had quit your job, cashed out your life savings, bought a cheap but reliable car, and hit the road without looking back.
All was going according to plan. That is, until 4 hours later your car started to smoke and sputter, compelling you to pull to the side of the road for fear of dying in a ball of fire. There wasn’t anything you could do at the moment, what with it being 2am at the time. Thankfully, it was the middle of summer so sleeping in your car wasn’t too uncomfortable, at least at night.
Keith wasn’t exactly sure what to make of the guy that kept claiming to be a vampire.
He was loud for one thing, being on the road with him for a couple days now Keith found that he just never shut up talking about anything and everything .
He also never seemed to sleep, Keith had offered to take shifts driving so they didn’t need to stop but Lance turned him down and just kept going only stopping now and again to go the bathroom.
Keith had woken up really late one night to find him still up humming along to some song he didn’t recognise.
All and all Keith found Lance very strange.
Then again, considering he was now a purple freak he really was t one to judge.
They were out of the city now, driving along an abandoned highway without a single zombie in sight.
Keith was routing round the cupboards for something to eat when Lance suddenly slammed on the breaks sending him flying forwards.
“What the hell man!” He snapped
“There’s people outside…” Lance pointed to what looked like a barricade made from an overturned truck with two people standing on top holding guns.
“That’s good isn’t it? We need food and gas after all.” Keith grinned.
“Your purple and I can’t go out in the sun, how do you think they’ll react when a strange RV comes driving towards them?” Lance questioned.
“Again with the vampire bull shit really.” Keith grumbled under his breath.
Lance of course heard him but was too focused on the two figures that seemed to notice them as they climbed down and came running over with their guns raised.
“Shit” Lance cursed putting the RV in reverse and driving away from them only for the sound of gun fire a burst tire to echo through the air.
They skidded across the road, Keith holding on to the back of the seat and Lance trying to keep them from flipping over.
They managed to remain upright and came to a stop at the side of the road just as the two figures made their way to the door.
“What do we do?” Keith asked as Lance jumped up and tossed him some bandages as he began to apply a heavy layer of sunscreen.
“Put those on and if they ask your a burn victim.” He ordered in a serious tone Keith had never heard before.
As Lance pulled on as many layers of clothes as he could including a large ladies sun hat, Keith wrapped the bandages around his face using a spare hat to cover his ears and his is tail down the leg of his pants.
By time the door was kicked in the two looked strange but totally human.
“Who are you and where you heading?” One demanded pointing his gun at Lance who had stepped as daw away from the intruding sun light as possible.
“My names Lance, this is my friend Keith. We ran away from the hospital before the outbreak got bad and are headed to Cuba.” Lance lied so effortlessly that it honestly disturbed Keith a little.
“So what’s with the get up?” The other a tall blonde woman asked gesturing to them with the barrel of her gun.
“I have skin cancer and Keith was caught up in a fire, we have to be careful around the sun and dust ya know.” Lance shrugged again trying to seem casual.
The man looked sceptical but the woman nudged him in the ribs and pointed towards the built in fridge.
“Tell you what, we’ll let you pass in exchange for whatever you’ve got in there.” He smirked.
Lance paled looking to Keith slightly panicked.
Keith had never opened the fridge but Lance had told him that he would die if he didn’t get what was in there regularly.
“No can do… we kinda need it.” Lance said too quickly.
“It wasn’t a request.” The woman smirked cocking her gun and aiming at Lance’s chest.
Keith couldn’t let them take something that Lance relied upon to live.
“I’ll count to ten before I start filling your pretty little body with lead.” She glanced at the fridge almost hungrily but made no move towards it. “One, two, three, nine.”
“Wait!” Keith yelled. “Just let me get the key.” He said quickly moving towards the drivers seat with his hands raised.
“Be quick about it.” The woman spat.
Keith nodded kneeling down as if to get something from under the seat, then he suddenly jumped into the seat and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal.
The RV lurched forwards knocking the two outside as Keith sped straight into the barricade.
He head shooting and hissed in pain when a built grazed his arm.
He ignored it as they crashed right into the truck flipping right over the top.
Keith was air born for a moment before everything turned black.
When Lance woke up everything hurt.
He was lying halfway through the wind screen with pieces of broken glass sticking out of all visible skin.
He was lucky he could heal so fast or he would surly of died.
Groaning he climbed back inside examining the wreckage.
The RV was a wreck and Lance could smell something strange.
However that smell was over powered by the scent of blood.
Lance’s eyes widened at the sight of Keith lying limply over the air bad with red blood dripping from his nose.
Lance felt his fangs descend at the sight, but shook his head to clear any thoughts of drinking from Keith.
He limped over to him trying to shake him awake earning him a small moan.
Good he was still alive.
Lance hears gun fire again, it hitting the metal creating small sparks.
It was then that Lance realised what that strange smell was.
It was the propane tank.
It must of burst in the crash.
Lance didn’t waste any time.
He picked Keith up and started to run along the highway not even stopping to grab any of his blood.
He thanked whatever God that still watched over him that it was cloudy enough so that he wasn’t burning.
Lance didn’t look back when he heard shouting and gun fire on metal.
Or when the explosion sent him flying forwards falling to his knees as he fought to keep Keith in his arms.
He didn’t look back.
He just kept running.
Even though now they had lost the RV, Lance’s blood supply, all their weapons.
And most importantly, the only shelter from the sun they would likely see for miles and miles.
It was a waiting game now.
What would happen first?
Lance find shelter?
Or the Sun coming out and turning him to ash.
Only time will tell.
Short Summary: Having arguments between couples is bad enough; what about when you’re having one on a car-packed road?
“We’ve been over this a billion
of times!” MinSeok yelled loudly, slamming his fist over the steering wheel,
sending her a small glare. “Can you not be so selfish for once and understand
that my work is important to me?!”
“Me being selfish?! I think I’m
the most selfless person to be still dating you! Do you know what day it is
today?!” her voice growled, clutching her hands in frustration as tears had
begun to well in her eyes.
“It’s a fucking Tuesday today!” he
retorted, his knuckles white as he shook in anger. “If you’re so unhappy with
our relationship, why don’t we just break up?! Huh?! What about it?! Sounds
like a great solution from this situation, to me!”
Her eyes widened and the first
tears fell as she blinked in disbelief. “Stop the car.” She commanded quietly,
her voice raw with emotion.
Hello, my lovelies!! I’ve got something new coming up soon so I thought I’d give a little preview!! This is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k AU Challenge which is due June 5th (I always like to cut it close. heh.). So that’s why I’m pushing this up a bit while I’m still working on other fics. Part 1 will be posted Sunday, June 4th and then will continue after In the Arms of Justice finishes.
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky (soon) Word Count: 1.9K Warnings: Swearing
A/N: I tried to keep it as true as possible to the canon scene in CA:TWS. Sorry if the start of this part comes across as really bad/clunky or too explain-y. This is a bit of a filler chapter, but hopefully it’s worth it to set the next parts up.
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Since your brave, but arguably stupid, actions at the mall, you’d locked yourself in your apartment for the night despite the protests from your friends to come out for a girls’ night. And you’d been hiding out all morning. But your fridge and pantry were devoid of food, and your grumbling stomach was pleading you to venture out into the world.
Just to be safe, you slide your DCPD issued gun into your bag and cautiously leave the safety of your apartment. Trying to force yourself to not be afraid of the impractical possibility that the men dressed in black were after you, you decide to walk to your local supermarket. ‘It’s broad daylight, I’m safe,’ you reassure yourself, but it didn’t stop you from glancing over your shoulder every half block.
You’re just starting to calm your wracked nerves when the sound of screeching car tires ring out from the overpass behind you. You whip around, your heart pounding against your chest so hard you’re frozen. The overpass is too high for you to see much, but you watch in horror as an armoured truck pushes a regular car along the highway. Your mouth falls open as you watch a human figure jump from the roof of the car to the hood of the armoured truck. You couldn’t see much, but your instincts were telling you that danger was imminent.
Ok first of all, EVERYBODY BLAME @nifwrites for this, it’s all her fault and she knows it (jk ilu bb c:)
She wrote a breathtaking soulmate AU fic titled We Intertwined and I was inspired to say the least. This will be a multi-chapter (estimating 25-30 or so) Gladio soulmate AU, but if you think because it’s a soulmate fic there’s gonna be hella fluff, you’re dead wrong. Expect lots of hurt, angst, difficult situations and…there may be a death or two along the way. Either way, I hope you enjoy and are as excited as I am to take this little adventure.
…so…was that a ‘Holy shit I’m a idiot’ look on Mad Sweeney’s face, a ‘Holy shit she flipped over an ice cream truck’ look on Mad Sweeney’s face, or a ‘Holy shit do I have FEELINGS for Dead Wife?’ look on Mad Sweeney’s face?
A/N: This changes reader points of view. More parts to come I’m working on the next one.
(Y/N) your name
(Y/H/C) your hair color
Things with Steve and The Avengers are great till you think you have the flu. When the stick turns blue everything changes, how are you going to tell Steve. Nothings going to be the same anymore and you’re not sure how you’re going to break it to Steve what if he isn’t ready, what if you’re not ready to give your life as part of the Avengers. Everything changes when something goes bad and the team including Steve is waiting for answers.
“Nat on your right.” Pulling your secondary weapon taking aim as Nat works around you, taking out someone behind you. Nat runs and jumps at someone as Wanda is suddenly next to you as you shot around her she uses her power to flip a truck and throw guys against building and trees. This was going well so far, nothing to worry about one was always near you than suddenly,
10 Things I Hate About You [Part 7] - Theo Raeken Imagine
A/N: hey, guys! this was going to be the final part of my 10 Things series, but I got carried away and wrote eleven pages of dialogue and soul crushing stuff lmao. I know it’s been a long, excruciating wait, but thank you so much for bearing with me. I hope it’s everything you were hoping for (and more). I will try to finish this series with the eighth part being posted by tomorrow night or Sunday night.
Your stomach did a magnificent flip as the truck sped around the sharp corner with ease. Trying to focus your eyes on the road and your thoughts on anything but your destination, you became hyper-aware of everything around you. The radio was merely a hum of a song you weren’t familiar with. The volume was a bit too low to make out any of the words, but the music was soft and sweet. It was soothing, though only slightly.
Your ears were much more attuned to the drumming of Theo’s fingers against the steering wheel. Some people shake their legs when nervous. Others bite their nails. Theo’s habit was tapping his fingers against any surface. It was his one giveaway – otherwise, he would have been an infallible poker player.
In all honesty, you were anxious, too. The last several minutes of the car ride had been spent in complete silence, you lost in your thoughts and Theo lost in his.
Finally, he paused the rhythmic motion of his fingers to break the stillness.
“Do you trust me?”
It was a simple question. Four words. The answer, however, was complex.
American Gods, Episode 7 | A Prayer for Mad Sweeney
Rating: 2 WTFOL
Hmm … commercials before I get to watch my show. Really, Starz? It’s not enough that I had to buy a subscription, now I get advertisements as well?
I do all my best corpse prep to jaunty jazz records, played on my victrola.
I also do my best indentured servitude to groovy California-style elevator music
Where is this bonnie Irish isle? I must go.
I’m not feeling Ms Browning’s irish accent. Or her fake freckles. Or her wig. Pablo Schreiber is a much more convincing ginger.
Being a savvy consumer of modern entertainment media, I predict that young man listening to Essie’s story from the other room is going to be bad news. (Lemony-Snickett voice: he was)
I do all my best ill-advised candlelit scullery sex to doo-wop love songs from the 50’s.
That sea-captain gonna die. (Lemony-Snickett voice: The captain was not actually that important to the story, and so if he died at sea, we don’t know about it.)
Props to the makeup department for making Laura look just a little bit more dead in each episode.
You tell ‘em, Salim, you adorable thing. And come back soon!
That young Essie pulls down an impressive volume of olde timey dick, even with the terrible wig.
Dead mother and dead infant being tossed out the porthole might win most disturbing sight in a very disturbing show.
Oh, Laura Moon and her love of risky behavior. Flipping an ice cream truck isn’t quite the same as huffing bug spray in a hot tub, but based on the blissed-out smile on her face, it’ll do.
Some kinda Scheherazade thing going on here with our Essie. Apparently olde timey dudes just can’t resist a girl telling stories.
What’s this, American Gods? A happy ending for Essie McGowan?
Wow. Wow! In a fascinating development, Mr Wednesday may have just crossed his moral event horizon a bit earlier than expected. And Mad Sweeney became a sympathetic character avant he drinks himself to death. Out of all the deviations from the book so far, I like this one the most.
Is anybody else excited to see where Mr Schreiber’s career goes from here? Because he’s doing some spectacular work on this show.
The Essie McGowan story is the first Coming to America that feels like modern American storytelling. Probably because it’s the first one about a white character. I feel like I read it in a short story compilation or saw it at some museum exhibit dedicated to American history. Got a bit of a pioneer, wagons ho kinda smell about it. Familiar, and American, and not as challenging as the other material we’ve seen from this show. Grudgingly, I’ll allow it.
Did anyone else notice that neither Ricky Whittle nor Ian McShane showed up at all in this episode? This show is going places the book didn’t take us.
A/N: I knowwwww it has been years since I have updated this story. Inspiration has just been way lacking for me in the Negan area :( It’s not the longest but since it has been a while I decided to update it with this anyway.
I’m probably reading waaaay too far into this but when Steve apologized before flipping the truck and Danny asked “what are you sorry for?” it implies that he doesn’t know what Steve is apologizing for
we literally started this episode with Danny upset about Steve going into his office and seeing The List
yelling at him in the car about him going into his offcie and seeing The List
complaining as they walked towards the camp about him going into his office and seeing The List
and yet, when they could be approaching death, he has no idea what Steve is apologizing for??? Danny should know exactly what Steve is apologizing for because he’s been complaining about it the whole time, but he doesn’t
Danny asking “what are you sorry for?” means he actually didn’t have a problem with Steve going into his office and seeing The List. after all, this is the same guy who walks into Steve’s house without even a knock. so if he wasn’t actually upset about Steve going into his office and seeing The List, what was he really upset about???
he was upset because he knew what The List symbolized. he was upset because he knows Steve well enough to know that he’ll never stop asking about The List until he tells him why he made it
Danny really really didn’t want Steve to see The List because he knew his potential retirement would upset him. he was upset because he didn’t want Steve to be upset and when Steve saw The List there was no avoiding the conversation that Danny knew would upset him. it was basically a vicious cycle of “I’m upset because I didn’t want to upset you and now I’m upset because I upset you”
Steve may have been the one to say I love you in this episode but Danny’s actions said it for him
Witnessed yet another Florida Man story in action today.
So while I was driving home today I got cut off by a big red truck as I was crossing a bridge. I slowed down a little but shrugged it off. Then he did it to the guy in the left lane, who was in a little fancy black car. That guy revved his engine and honked. The red truck flipped him off. (I’m assuming this is where the incident began, but I do not have the full backstory.) Then, the two cars proceeded to keep cutting each other off and playing chicken, trying to crash. I slowed down to put more distance between myself and them at that point. Not too many people were around, and I had a front row seat to whatever the hell was happening. When we got off the bridge and into traffic, they continued to weave around other cars trying to force each other to crash. Big Red Truck guy pulls off the road at a red light into a construction site and leaps out of his car. It’s a tall, skinny old guy with no muscles and a Confederate flag shirt and bandana. He runs up to the fancy black car and shouts at the guy to pull off and fight him. The little black car pulls out and starts CHASING the guy the second people give him enough space, which was like immediately. The second the little black car stopped, the red truck guy body slammed the black car and the guy from the black car started to get out. The light turned green then and I sped away, but I saw that the guy in the black car was a HUGE muscle-bound dude. I don’t know what the hell happened or if I’ll ever find out.