“All the money I had saved up from working in corporate America, I invested in the food truck, I gave the guy my whole life savings. As we were driving home, things started going wrong with the food truck. My head gasket blew out on me. The transmission went out. Stick shift went out, Generators went out. A friend of mine put it on social media and then people started coming.”
- Gregoire Tillery, founder of We Dat’s Chicken and Shrimp,the only African-American owned business on Canal Street.
He gets beaten up a lot in the show because he’s good at “selling” the action scenes.
During the scream this season he actually cut his forehead open from wailing on the jail cage.
Mike Beach and Ian Cusick got in a 15 minute long fight over whose side Bellamy should be on when Pike had decided that Kane would be executed. Bob’s comment was that “I’m going to leave… let me know when you decide which one of you is going to be my dad”.
Bob also broke part of the set during the Octavia beats the shit out of Bellamy scene in season 3 because he accidentally went too far backwards when reacting to her blows.
Said some of his favourite scenes are with Eliza because they are so emotional and that he gets to cry. Also said his favourite scenes are the actions scenes.
He did lament that he didn’t get to learn how to ride a horse like some of his costars, but that he is one of two people who knows how to drive the rover. The rover is stick shift and apparently a piece of crap to drive.
Bob Morley said his favourite episode “hasn’t aired yet”, so we got that coming our way this season.
Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here.
Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.
GTA Trevor is the best driver in the crew. He could drive in Los Santos blindfolded with the windows rolled down and with a stick shift. He has never done a shitty parking job, and he knows exactly what he can get away with in different parts of the city.
Someone in the crew asks him where he learned to drive and how he became such a good driver, and Trevor, in his always vague way, goes “You have to be a good driver to survive the streets of St. Petersburg.”
Jaebum pulled up outside the bar, screeching the car to a halt and lunging out of the drivers’ seat to walk around the car towards the doorway. He found you, shivering in the cold night air, clutching your elbows around your knees as he bent down to meet you at eye level.
“You’re freezing” he mumbled as he quickly flung his coat around you, noticing the long, dried up rivers of mascara that your tears created on his way there. His heart clenched in his chest as he pulled you to your feet, quickly finding out that walking in 7 inch heels wasn’t going to work. He scooped you up - bridal style as he held you in close to his warm body, carrying you over to the car while the many onlookers whooped and whistled in jest at his apparent heroic actions.
“Ignore them” he whispered in your ear as he set you down to open the car door, helping you inside and buckling your seatbelt before shutting the door and joining you on the other side, putting the car into gear and setting off in the direction of home.
“Are you mad at me?” you whimpered, looking at his hand resting on the gear stick as he shifted it to third gear.
“No” he paused, taking a deep breath and concentrating on the late Friday night traffic. “You just, scared me.”
“It’s not like I was going to die. Everyone gets drunk Jae” you sighed as you sank yourself down into the seat, watching him take the familiar turns and roads to your apartment.
“That’s not what I meant. I thought I’d lost you, (Y/N). You still don’t believe me, right?” he looked at you as he parked the car in front of your place, pulling the hand-break up and switching the engine off.
“I do believe you. I was just, angry.” you looked down to the car floor as more pitiful tears began threatening to fall down your cheeks. Jaebum clicked his tongue before ejecting both of your seatbelts, hopping out of the car and running around to help you out too, taking you in his arms once again after locking the car and carrying you up to your apartment. He used the spare key you gave him many months ago to let you both in, helping you remove your shoes before lifting you into your bedroom.
“Lets get all this muck of your face and then get a good nights sleep. You’re gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.” he gave you a sleepy smile, referring to your make-up as he pulled out your removal wipes from your vanity - diligently cleansing your face as gently as he could.
He stood up, motioning for you to put your arms in the air as he pulled your dress off you, un-doing your bra and removing his shirt to put it on you before taking off his jeans and rolling you on to your side in case you would vomit in the middle of the night. He snuggled up behind you, letting his hands place themselves on your hips as he pulled his body closer to you, finally being right where he wanted to be after all the mess that happened.
“What is it baby?”
“I’m sorry, I love you. So much”
He gently kissed your neck, pressing his lips flush against your skin and letting them linger there for longer than usual.
“I love you too. Close your eyes and go to sleep baby. I’m not going anywhere, so just sleep now”.
Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Bruce (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.
As you waved goodbye to Bucky and shut the door to your motel room, your mind went into panic mode. Was this a date? Did you pack anything date-worthy? How much scrubbing would it take to get the grease out of your skin and fingernails? Taking a deep breath, you let go of those worries as excitement for tonight crept in.
You had a date with Bucky Barnes. Maybe.
After rummaging through all the clothing in your duffel for something that might be suitable for a kinda-almost-maybe date, you settled on a knee-length skirt and button-up blouse. Both were slightly wrinkled, but you hung them up in the bathroom while you showered hoping the steam would help them relax. You decided to wear your hair down and put on a small amount of makeup. Slipping on your sandals, you were ready to go when he knocked on your door at exactly 7:28pm.
A turn of the knob and he stood before you in a pair of dark jeans with a light blue button-up shirt tucked in, his long hair tucked behind his ears. You weren’t one for facial hair usually, but somehow this man’s scruffy, well-defined jaw had you weak in the knees.
“The drag of your hand across my chest sparks a blaze my lips cannot extinguish
You, stubborn inferno
You drive fast and damn the red lights for slowing you down
You see my veins shake at your first touch
The power to move my blood on your own accord
The definition of heart
And after the stick shift jerk
I beg my skin to do tricks
Like forget how good it feels to lose control
Between the burning house
Of your hands”