I don't put any real people roles in my tier (such as Tommy Lee or Donald Trump) except the ones that don't use their real name, if I accidentally put one in there please tell me.
So... Chase Collins from The Covenant (2006) I think he definitely would do it and be good at it. I mean he did mention it himself ANDDD we do see what he did in the film so he goes in the red.
The Winter Soldier NOT Bucky btw, he definitely would do it when he's being commanded to do, and he would be good at it.
Nick Fowler from The 355 definitely would js hijack the cybertrucks or smth, he probably and run over someone but I bet he can't drive /jk.
Lee Bodecker from The Devil All The Time, I haven't watched the movie but I've heard smth about him so I think he might be in the red idk.
Charles Blackwood from We Have Always Lived in the Castle, I believe he is insane or smth idk I also haven't watched the movie yet, I bet he would run over someone and probably don't make it out alive tho, I've seen clips of him begging a mother and her kid to forgive him.
Steve Kemp from Fresh (2022) definitely would run over Noa's gang when they are running away from him if he didn't hurt his leg and no dih, I bet he would be bad at it tho, idk it js seem like it.
Jack Benjamin from Kings, idk it's js the vibes he's giving, I mean I js watched only half of the series and I haven't seen him accomplish anything yet (he's my baby frfr)
Jefferson the Mad Hatter from Once Upon a Time definitely would do it if someone pays him, but he would be bad at it because he doesn't know how the car works ofc.
Justin Capshaw from Law & Order depends on the situation whether his kidnapper hates them or not, I bet if he doesn't have a sniper he probably would run over them or smth.
Bucky Barnes from Civil War & Post-Endgame would depend on the situation if he would run over them or not, Civil War era probably would kill them but Post-Endgame era probably would try to keep them alive unless they are hydra or smth. But I know both are GOOD at it.
Max from Shaper, idk It's js the vibes, I haven't watched the movie I've heard he's mentally unwell or smth.
Chris from Destroyer, I remember I was watching the movie then fell asleep and didn't continue when I woke up. But I think he's more like grey dude or smth from my memory idk I only watched half of it.
Ben from The Apparition, by depends on the situation I mean depends if the demon he accidentally summons caused the car accident or not because we all know if he's in one himself he would be the victim.
Lance Tucker from The Bronze, Idk why I put him there I think he should be on 'is the victim' or smth💔🥀🥀
Carter Baizen from Gossip Girl, he's definitely the depends on situation type, I doubt if he can even drive a car tho.
Chris Beck from The Martian, idk it's js the vibes he's giving me. Edit : js watched The Martian, he definitely depends on the situation but is good at it.
Joshua from Ricki and The Flash, he's a baby no way he would do it, DOES HE SEEM LIKE THE TYPE TO KILL SOMEONE? btw I have watched this movie a few times when I was YOUNG and I didn't know he was in the movie until now so I can't remember much😭.
Jeff Gilliooly from I, Tonya, as bad as he is I don't think he would kill a person on purpose... I guess idk.
Bucky Barnes from The First Avenger, I doubt if he can drive a car or not, I bet he could shoot the tires tho idek why I put him there... He should be in 'wouldn't do it but is good at it'. Edit : I forgot about What-ifs, the Barnes stole jeep meme.
Johnny from Tony 'n Tina's Wedding, hey now, my baby wouldn't kill a person INTENTIONALLY, but I bet he would get drunk and ACTUALLY accidentally kill someone, he might die in the car accident or not idk.
Terry the Terrific from The Magic of Passion, he's too sober to be in drunk car accident and he wouldn't kill a person or even his childhood friend that fuck his mom. So yea
Blaine from Hot Tub Time Machine, he wouldn't be in a car accident, I can see him as a victim tho, but he definitely would help someone from one, we all see when he and his friends help that dude when his arm is off in a car accident.
Harry from Spread, he's probably much into girls for that anyway
Andrew from The Black Swan, he's my baby and he's innocent. And this is one of the movies I've seen when I was very young and also traumatized me so I can't remember much of Andrew.
Kent from Talk Radio, he's probably too high for that idk
Hal Carter from Picnic, idk it's the abs that's giving me the vibes that he's good at it.
Dayton White from Logan Lucky, he's a racer of course he is good at running someone over, but he's my baby and wouldn't kill a soul.
Ben from Red Doors, he probably gets run over because the pranks or smth
Kid in Subway from 71 Fragments of a Chronology of Chance, he literally is js a kid no way he can run someone over.
God the Bounty Hunter from Ghosted, we all see what Son of Sam did to him, but others than that I bet he is good at it and can kill or not kill someone from it. I mean he is a bounty hunter.
TJ Hammond from Political Animals, idk it's js the vibes that my baby is giving me, no way, he couldn't kill a soul.
Martin Waters from The Architect, he js a civilian, but he is giving the victim vibe.
Edit : I js watched I'm Dying Up Here so I'm gonna put Clay Apuzzo in ‘is the victim’ because he is
Imagine having late night talks with Bucky Barnes...
“Hey, Bucky?” you turn on your side to face him.
“Yes, doll?”
“Are missions scary?” you wonder.
He tilts his head and shrugs, “Not really.”
“But what about all the scary guys with guns and those aliens?” your brows furrow.
“I’m used to it,” the corners of his lips curve upwards, “You’re dating an old, wise one-hundred-year-old man, Y/N.” He leans up to kiss your forehead, “I’ve seen the world.”
You huff, “Well then what are you afraid of?”
Bucky reaches his hand out to you. He caresses your cheek and moves your stray hairs behind your ear, “Losing you.”
Pairing: Clay Appuzzo (I’m Dying Up Here) x Reader
Prompt: “Take a break.”
It wasn’t much, but the apartment certainly felt like home. It was the only place, aside from the stage, where Clay ever felt like he belonged. And sometimes, even the stage felt strange beneath his feet. But the apartment? The small place with a tiny kitchen in the corner of the living room, with no room for any kind of real dining table, and a tiny hall that led to the bedroom or the bathroom, both of which were about the size of a closet?
God, that was home.
He carefully pushed the door off the frame, sighing as it cracked when it moved. It had never fit right, and he always meant to fix it himself, but you insisted on leaving it.
“No one can sneak up on me,” you would giggle. It always made him chuckle, because even if the door was completely silent, no one could sneak up on you, anyway. The floor creaked three steps from the door, which always alerted the rest of the apartment that someone had come in.
The rest of the apartment, of course, consisting of you, and the German Shepherd you had adopted after moving in. Right on schedule, as he locked the door and took three steps, he heard the soft whuff before the muted thumps of feet on the carpet, before he chuckled, reaching out a hand.
“Hey, Chomper.” Almost instantly, the protective air around the dog dissipated, and it immediately threw itself at his feet, wriggling excitedly as he scratched down its back and behind its ears. “Mama in bed?” he mumbled, already knowing the answer.
With a pat to his head, Clay sent the dog off, smiling at the creak as it hopped up onto the couch, before he headed down the hall, tucking his bag out of the way as he peered into the room. The curtains were open, enough to fill the room with moonlight that cast a glow across the bed, and your form, curled up away from the light. You had complained, at first, when the streetlight burned out, because you liked to be able to see the ground, see if it was clear to take the dog out for a walk, but after a few nights, when you realized it being burnt out meant you didn’t have to close the blinds for sleep, you didn’t mind it as much.
Stripping down to his boxers, Clay crawled up behind you, stretching out on top of the comforter as you sighed, and shifted, snuggling a little further into the pillow.
“Clay?” you mumbled.
“What gave it away?” he teased, as you made a soft sound, almost a laugh, as you rolled to face him.
“You’re the only person in the world that calls that dog Chomper.” He scoffed, tucking his arm beneath your head as you shifted closer, nuzzling against his shoulder.
“Well, Charlie just isn’t very threatening. I coulda started callin’ him Killer, but…”
“But that might get funny looks from my neighbors.” You finally finished shifting, your sleep-weak fingers grazing across his side as he combed his fingers through your hair. Humming softly, you tipped your head back, blinking up at him in the nearly dark room, and smiled, leaning up to kiss his chin.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey, Clay.”
Even in the dark, you knew his smoky blue eyes were shining with the smile he gave you. With another stroke of his fingers through your hair, you shifted up closer, lips brushing his as he leaned down.
“How long til you gotta run?” The words were soft on his lips, you didn’t want to disturb the night too much, but his exhale was loud, a full breath, as he slumped back against the pillow.
“I gotta get out to LA again, try and get another spot on TV. Thinkin’ bout going tomorrow.”
“So soon?”
“Every time I stop to breathe, baby, I fall backwards. Can’t take care of you if I ain’t bringing you anything.” You huffed, pressing your palm flat to his chest.
“You bring me this. It’s all I need,” you insisted. “Besides…I got a raise at work. You don’t really gotta work so hard.” He shook his head, cupping your jaw.
“It’s my place to take care of you.”
“Can’t take care of me if you ain’t here.”
You hated this talk, this argument, with Clay. He loved what he did, and you knew that, but you saw him in the late hours and the early mornings, you saw him when he was between jobs, and you knew how lost he felt when he didn’t know where he needed to step next. You would insist he breathe, and he would insist you didn’t support him, and instead of spending the night wrapped up together like you had wanted, you’d spend the night away from each other, the air between you thick with frustration and lost words as you both tried to find a way to say what needed to be said without making it worse.
But this time, you didn’t let him pull away. You caught his hip, whimpering softly as you nuzzled beneath his chin, feeling him still in surprise before he sighed and wrapped you in his arms. His lips were soft against your hair, but it made you relax, just a little, against him.
“You don’t have to quit. You can do anything you want. But…I miss you,” you whispered into the dark. “I miss you, and I don’t just mean in my bed. I miss you holding my hand when we go to the store, and the way you smile at me when I bring you coffee, or a beer. I miss the way you grab me by the hips when I make dinner, and you distract me from cooking with those kisses you press to my shoulder and my throat.” You could feel the light rumble of a laugh in his chest, and smiled as you continued. “I got a really good raise at work. And I got a bit more saved up now, that I don’t gotta dip into t’pay for stuff. So…just…just take a break? Take a break. Stay here with me, just for a few days at least. Let me have a chance to spend some time with you before you start up again. I’ll even buy your ticket to LA if you stay just a bit longer.”
The room was quiet as he held you, letting your words, and your offer, sink in. His fingers resumed their movements through your hair, but he didn’t speak, didn’t move otherwise, as you placed a soft kiss against his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his waist to press your hand against his back.
After what felt like ages, he sighed, kissing the top of your head one more time.
“I ain’t letting you pay for the ticket back to LA…” You shut your eyes, worried at what was coming, until he tipped your head back, and you could make out the smile on his lips. “But I’ll stay this week.”
“Really?” you whispered, moving your hand to touch his cheek, to tangle your fingers in his hair.
“I miss those things, too,” he admitted, drawing you in for a kiss.
The apartment was tiny, and cramped, splashed with an awful mix of bold colors in the small kitchen and various shades of brown and cream in the rest of the place that hadn’t been changed since the fifties. Beneath the bed was everything you didn’t have room for in the rest of the house, tucked away behind the long comforter to remain unnoticed to the passing gaze.
But with you inside, wrapped around him to anchor him to the warm bed, this was home. It was all he needed.
