i listen to everything my girlfriend says. i don't mean she bosses me around. i just listen to everything she says because, before i had a girlfriend, i never had someone who's always standing next to me who can just point out obvious things that are happening.
i dont look older, i just look worse i think. honestly, when im walking down the street no ones every like "hey! look at that man!" i think theyre just like "woah, that tall child looks terrible! get some rest, tall child! you cant keep burning the candle at both ends!"
ill keep all my emotions right here and then one day ill die
i am very small, and i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress that i am under
i guess someone said something like "something something police." and in a brilliant moment of word association i yelled “fuck da police!” and everyone else joined in. a hundred drunk white children yelling fuck da police
This is rather chaotic as I’ve put it together real quick and I’ve plenty favorites - I might add more as I remember or as I go through my reading (some are finished, some are on-going). For now though …
You could feel your phone start to vibrate deep in the pocket of your coat as you fumbled with your keys and trying to balance your grocery bags in your hands. “Fuck.” You mumbled as the sounds of a bag ripping echoes through the hallway. By the time you managed to save your bananas and unlock your front door your phone had stopped.
The game of phone tag had been going on since Yoongi left for his work trip the week before and you hoped that when you called him back that he would still be on the other line. But your heart sank when the line kept ringing, only to have him pick up at the last second.
“Hey babe.” He said flatly. The syllables running off his tongue as if his thoughts were on autopilot.
You sank down in your chair, preparing for another conversation where neither of you actually say how you’re really feeling. Speaking in empty words to continue to pretend that things were still going strong between the two of you. “How is the album coming along?” You asked as you always do when Yoongi is away for work.
Yoongi sighed through the line and you could almost see him running his fingers through his messy hair, “The album is done. I’m just wrapping up the last of the mixing. I’m catching a flight home tomorrow”
Even through all the awkwardness your heart still skipped a beat at the mention of the word home. “Do you want me to pick you up?” You asked, trying to mask the hopefulness in your voice.
He paused, and you held your breath hoping that maybe he would have changed his mind, “No, it’s okay. My flight won’t be getting in until late and I don’t want you to have to take the train by yourself. I’ll just catch a cab home”
You couldn’t remember the last time he let you pick him up from the airport. You remembered how your heart used to race when he would text you that he landed. Even if Yoongi was only gone for a few days seeing him come down the escalators was enough to send your heart into a tailspin, “Oh, okay. Will you let me know when you’ve boarded and when you get in? Just to make sure you’re safe”
Yoongi’s yawn echoed through the phone, “I will. But I should get back to work. I love you”
“I love you too” were the only words that escaped your lips before the line on the other end went dead.
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Summary: You like to take late night walks to de-stress, you meeet a stranger named Bucky who does the same.
Prompt(s): Okay I’m combining two: pandarosita: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky? and an anon request for 64.
93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.” 94. “I had a bad dream again.” Bonus: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”
Warnings: angsty reader
Word Count: 3093
Author’s Note: Ah fuck. I sort of hate this but I just need to post it to get it out of my head, so here you go. Enjoy the angst. I’ll post part 2 tonight when I get to my next hotel.
Side note, please do not interpret this as me advising taking careless late night walks. Be safe, know your surroundings if you must.
You’d always been a night owl, preferring the quiet dark when everyone was asleep over the busy days in too small a home with too many people. You liked the calm stillness that fell at night when everything finally just… stopped.
You’re hanging around here trying to make yourself invisible behind that fragile little fuck up routine. But you can’t. You’re anything but invisible. You’re big. And you’re sort of this really great mess, a candle burning at both ends.
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo (mentiones briefly)
Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence (futue chapters).
Word count for this chapter: 1113
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Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.
“Please- Sir I’ll do anything, please just let me come with you.” You hoped he wouldn’t turn out too bad if he let you stay, but if he didn’t…
“Well, miss Y/L/N, welcome aboard the St. Brooklyn…”
“Tell me, sweetheart… Why would a rich and beautiful girl like you, run away from a place like Port Royal, hm?” Bucky asked, you and him both were sitting in the Captain’s cabin, it was cosy, full of gold and silver alike, lavish furniture- this man was definitely not like most of the other pirates that your father had told you about; poor, dirty, unhygienic.
You studied him for a moment, “I, er, I have been stuck in Port Royal since I was a babe, I haven’t gone further than 2 nautical miles outside the border, Sir, I have a thirst for freedom and to put it quite frankly, your boat called to me.” You fiddled with your fingers as you awaited his reply.
“First of all, it is not a boat, my dear, secondly… there are plenty other ‘boats’ in that harbour-”
“Don’t ask me why I didn’t board the others- I would be… easily recognised. Everyone in Port Royal knows who I am, my friend Peter will be the only one to- wait… What did you do to the letter?”
Bucky huffed. “What do you think I did with the blasted letter? I’m a wanted man. I’m not becoming wanted for kidnapping-”
“I’m 19- almost 20, well over a year over the legal I’m-allowed-to-make-my-own-decisions age, Sir, I assure you it won’t be kidnapping if I am the one who boarded your ship on my own will.” Bucky gave you a skeptical look then rolled his eyes.
As someone who had come across many a stupid person, he didn’t think you would be the type to run away- you had a perfect life- of course, he wasn’t in your boots, but you seemed intelligent, healthy, surrounded by protection and you most likely lived in a luxury mansion. What could possibly be wrong with your life?
Alas, he didn’t know a thing.
The need to be away from your home was clawing at your chest and it was annoying you to the point where you had tried to escape multiple times, only to be caught by your handmaiden- you had kept making up excuses to cover yourself.
Your father paid little to no attention to you once you had turned 18, he had arranged a marriage for you with Commodore Zemo, a man of fortune and wealth, he was 15 years your senior, though that was normal for any arranged marriage. The man was a weird one, to say the least.
“If you’re going to stay on my ship, you’re going to have to know the way of the seas. You can’t just sit around and do nothing, as you would probably do back at Port Royal, you are the Governor’s daughter, after all.” There is a knock at the door, Bucky shouts a 'yes?’ and a handsome man with ebony hair and dark skin enters.
“Y/N, this is my first mate, Sam Wilson, Sam… this is the stowaway I had to find.” You looked between both of them and shook Sam’s hand, he adorned a smile so sweet, but he had a firm grip to say the least.
Sam smiled and said a quiet hello. “Captain, we’re heading into rough waters, orders?”
“Hoist the sails, gain speed, it can’t be too bad,” Bucky smiled. “If anything gets a little rusty, we have Wanda.”
“Aye Cap.” Sam exited the cabin, as the door shut you could hear him yelling orders, and the scurrying of feet died down.
“What is a ‘Wanda’, Sir?”
“Ha ha, Wanda is a witch we have onboard, a good friend of mine actually, ah, don’t look like that! She helps us keep the ship from capsizing when we head into the rough water.” Bucky grinned, he enjoyed seeing such a beautiful girl squirm hearing the word ‘witch’.
You had never been one to believe in magic, your father told you stories when he came back from his voyages to Tortuga, Brazil, Egypt, he would go for so long. You had skimmed the room once more to find a large globe in the corner.
“May I?” you questioned, timidly. Bucky nodded in response, he furrowed his brow as your fingers danced along the curvature of the three-dimensional atlas, you had only come into contact with one of these in your 19 years, a much smaller one in your father’s office.
“Tell me, Y/N, how educated are you on the modern charts?” You whipped your head around to see the cocky man leaning back in his chair, you could feel him eyeing you up and down as if he could read your body language. “I don’t have a Sea Artist, he pissed off a siren on the coast of Portugal, fell for their trap, he was a good man, though he never learned how to cut back on the humour when something serious was going on. Any chance you could help me out and be what I need most, and maybe more?”
“Sir, as a woman growing up with a Governor as a father, I have studied the maps since I was able to read and write. I know how to navigate throughout the entire world but-” You were cut off quickly when Bucky gave you a confused glare.
He intimidated you, only slightly, his tall manner and dark looks were different than the men you had encountered before. If you had to compare between you both, you would be the lamb and he the lion. His jaw was sharp and defined, as if carved by the sharpest of swords. His hair fell in bronze and brunette tresses across his forehead and you could swear you could see red in his cheeks, most likely sun stained from being at seas for so many years. It contrasted against his olive skin.
In all your mature years you had been exposed to drunken, ugly miscreants, he was by far the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon, and you felt an alien sensation fluttering in your lower part of your stomach as he lifted from his chair, in that moment you had yet to be exposed to the ways of the world, you knew what intercourse was, you had been shown plenty of scientific diagrams, though you had no idea what this pleasant feeling was.
As Bucky’s legs carried him closer to the damsel in his cabin, he could smell a change in the air; it was you, you see Bucky was not just any normal human being; he could feel and know what anyone else was feeling, a good trait to have as a pirate. He could feel the blush spread from your bust to the tips of your ears, he could feel your heart fluttering behind your ribs as he neared you. As he spoke his breath gently whisped across your forehead.
“Yet.. an innocent soul like you has never traveled the seas? Oh, darling, you will be of great use to me, I will show you the world beyond this one, just you wait.”
A/N. So! Part 2, I hope everyone likes it, and enjoys reading it. Like i said this fic is gonna be a slow burn on both ends. Bucky is intrigued by Y/N, he knows she is an innocent soul looking for new things so HES GONNA GIVE EM TO HER AYEEEE
Summary: Y/N finds herself insanely stressed with life at the moment. Between working on hunts and taking some local core classes, she finally has a break down. Lucky for her Dean is always there to make things better, and help her relieve some of that said stress.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Request: This is a little stupid, but if you have time would you mind writing a Dean version of Stressed? If you can’t it’s ok.- @padfootserastartsnow
A/N: Thank @impala-dreamer for the beta read again you’re awesome. I like writing this stressed situation with Dean just to see how different Sam and Dean would react in situations like this. I hope y’all enjoy and feedback is always welcomed!
Your phone kept buzzing, your computer chimed, and your back was killing you. This was no way for a person to live their life. Even as a hunter, there was no way in hell you could take much more of this. You were taking lore classes at a local college, doing research, and you were still trying to hunt, all at the same time. Everything felt like it was crashing around you, it was all so overwhelming.
“Fuck this,” your leaned back in your chair in the library, “I can’t do this anymore.” Unshed tears threatened to escape your eyes as the words on the screen began to blur. You wanted to be strong, to bite this college stuff in the ass. You were a hunter, you’ve researched about stuff some people knew nothing about. But studying in the classes, worrying about MLA and APA formatting bullshit? Every ounce of your being was screaming at you to drop out and leave the normal life behind. You didn’t need to know all this useless information, that’s why hunters kept journals and relied on each other. At the same time however, you knew this was the right thing to do. “What the hell am I supposed to do?” The main door to the bunker opened with a sickening creak, followed by a slam. “What am I supposed to do!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, flinging all your stuff off the table.
Business!Baron, what’s not to love? Tagging our usual suspects of @tox-moxley and @oraclegazes, as well as the head of the Baron’s Bitches
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of course it would not
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When “Raid the Castle” started, it was broad daylight, and it’s heavily implied that Star has been packing for said raid ever since the previous episode, since she wants to leave ASAP.
And when we cut to Star explaining what we already know to her parents, so that means the trip to Mewni and the explanation combined must have taken six hours minimum. And then-
Star goes and tries to write down EVERY SPELL SHE’S EVER LEARNED. That’s two nights of sleep wasted for a fourteen year old girl who’s not even allowed to eat sugar, let alone caffeine. Stop burning the candle at both ends, your majesty. That book’s not going to be written in one night.
The 6 Best Places In Atlanta To Come Down From The Absolute High Of Visiting Nashville
Okay, so you’ve been burning at both ends in Nashville for days, and the orgy of affordable, country-music themed Southern hospitality has to end before it permanently burns up all of the serotonin in your brain. What better place to go than Atlanta for a much-needed cooling-off period after the total fucking thrill ride that is Nashville? Here are six places in Atlanta you’ve got to check out to help you get your racing heart rate back to normal after mainlining Nashville’s mind-blowing sights and sounds.
1. A Braves game: After spending time in the spectacular hedonistic pleasure pod that is Nashville, what better place to wind down and taper your excitement level back to normal than a Braves game under the lights in Atlanta? No, it can’t hold even a fraction of a candle to a Nashville Sounds Triple-A ballgame under the godly lights at First Tennessee Park, but you’re going to need a nice, leisurely paced game of baseball to watch while you slowly drift back to Earth from heaven.
2. The Center for Civil and Human Rights: Flashbacks of Nashville still throbbing inside your head? If you can’t get the rush of visiting the Country Music Hall of Fame out of your brain, splash a little cold water on it by visiting the Center for Civil and Human Rights in downtown Atlanta. It’s just the place to lie down, close your eyes, and finally put the brakes on the flaming bullet train from Nashville you’ve been riding hard for days.
3. The World of Coca-Cola: It’s a scientific fact that it’s dangerous to leave Nashville without a detailed comedown plan, and a mild trip to the World of Coca-Cola in Atlanta is just what the doctor ordered. Even if you aren’t a Coke fan, the Coca-Cola museum is a great choice because there’s nothing there to remind you of the insane, sleepless five-day bender of fiercely carnal Grand Ole Opry backstage tours and manic visits to Lower Broad you just subjected your poor body to in Nashville.
4. The CNN Studio Tour: Atlanta’s CNN tour is a can’t-miss place to start getting rid of the searing Nashville skyline that’s been burned into your brain and returning to normal. There’s a reason not everywhere is Nashville: Our bodies simply weren’t made to withstand a Nashville-level of excitement for long. Don’t risk going back. Please, stay here in Atlanta at CNN.
5. Zoo Atlanta: Fuck it, who are you kidding? You can’t just pull out of Nashville in the middle of experiencing the pure heroin of attractions such as Cheekwood Botanical Gardens and Music Row. Try all you want to cool down at Zoo Atlanta, but let’s face it, it won’t be long before Nashville snaps you back in like a bungee cord and you’re right back in the shit.
6. Six Flags Over Georgia: A few dozen 110-mph roller-coaster rides at this great Atlanta-area theme park might help chill you out, but honestly, it can’t replicate even a millisecond of the high of strolling through Nashville’s Riverfront Park. You know that the second Six Flags shuts down for the day, you’re hopping in your car, screaming at the top of your lungs, and flooring it right back to the supreme motherland of titillation: Nashville, Tennessee, baby. The only place where you can feel anything anymore.
Despite the stories spun by Hollywood, every person had multiple soulmates. Every person was born with a phrase tattooed on their bodies. For centuries, people believed it to be the last words your soulmate (singular) would ever say to you. This inspired fear in most and lead to stories such as Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet and Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights.
In the last five centuries, however, global travel revealed the existence of multiple soulmates for each person. Even more interesting, telecommunications proved that each soul mark is in fact much more nuanced than simply ‘last words’. The mark is meant to indicate the moment when everything changes. Sometimes that means hardships, separation, or death. But sometimes, the words can lead to something greater. If only the soulmates know how to navigate life and each other.
Bitty didn’t know about this technicality until he got to Samwell. Until Shitty and Lardo literally run into Camilla at Winter Screw and realize all three of their marks synch up. The phrase “1 in 4, maybe more” is very appropriate considering the high percentage of soulmates that meet multiple partners at Samwell.
He tries to be happy for them as they fall into each other. He ignores the way Ransom, Holster, March and April circle around each other, avoiding the moment when they realize they’ve been in a relationship forever. He rolls his eyes when Ollie and Wicks sneak behind the docks before games to kiss their boyfriend, a Chad, for good luck. But Bitty thinks it’s sweet nonetheless.
He isn’t even jealous when Chowder breaks up a fight between Nursey and Dex saying “I love you, but this has got to stop.” Which just so happens to be Nursey’s phrase. And much later when Dex tells Chowder “you mean more to me than a stupid fight.” He’s happy for them. Especially when they meet Farmer and she ticks off every one of their phrases by the time their Frog year is over.
He doesn’t believe it’s gonna happen for him. Not at Samwell at least. His phrase could be worse.
We’re a team is branded in small font on his wrist. It’s still customary to keep your phrase hidden from the public eye, so he wore wrist guards when it’s hot out and long sleeves at every other opportunity.
Bitty thinks that’s nebulous, but distinct enough that he’ll know it when he hears it. His words don’t come for quite some time. In the interim, he falls in love with Jack whose phrase is supposedly hidden somewhere near his torso. He doesn’t think much of it when he overhears Jack and Parse fighting during the Epikegster.