Me thinking about the U.K. during the day: yeah the European country with the Queen
Me thinking about the U.K. at 3:30 am: why does the U.K. like take me home, country roads so much? Like do they think we like it? We don’t really like it that much. I mean we do, but not THAT much. Everytime I hear someone from the U.K. talk about America they bring up John Denver and I don’t know how to respond. Is that what they think America is like? Is that what they think the south is like? Do they know West Virginia isn’t even really in the south? I watched the second kingsman movie and they played that the whole damn time. Weren’t the Americans from Kentucky anyway? Not even West Virginia? My sister did a study abroad in Ireland and when the patrons at the bar found out they were from Texas they played Take me home, country roads. Did they know it wasn’t about Texas? Does the U.K. know something we don’t? Am I just not a good American? What’s up with the U.K. and Take me home, country roads???
So in my mind, Kingsman 2 is just an AU in which Marcus (aka Tequila from K2) and Guern (aka Merlin in K2) bond over their love for John Denver’s music. During the talk, Marcus grows a beard and Merlin loses his wig.
In addition to state-of-the-art weapons, shielding, and navigation technology, Driver’s vehicle the McMANN also has a cassette tape player, which is very exciting because it means they get to make mixtapes they can make everyone else listen to while they head out on a mission.
So I made a couple of YouTube playlists.
These are all songs that came out in America between 1960 and spring of 1974, mostly a blend of rock, soul, power pop, and some proto-punk. The first one is faster songs, more rock ‘n’ roll. The second has more soul and love songs and stuff. Chill, but you can still sing along to ‘em.
a playlist for the nymphs, elves, fairies, creatures, and spirits of the forest
alt-j warm foothills // alt-j hunger of the pine // monsters of folk ahead of the curve // junosoundtrack tree hugger // the beatles in my life // cat power free // the decemberists don’t carry it all // the killers bones // the killers the river is wild // gorillaz to binge // MGMT of moons, birds & monsters // of monsters and men dirty paws // of monsters and men mountain sound // dusted all comes down // John Denver take me home, country roads // beach boys sloop john b // Edward Sharpe and the magnetic zeros home // twenty one pilots trees
Summary: Y/N works in a small diner in a small town in West Virginia. She’s got a heavy load on her plate and to top it all off she has a more than unpleasant encounter with none other than Sebastian Stan.
A/N: So this is part 2 to a new series that I will *hopefully* be regularly updating. I hope you all like it and I appreciate any feedback or comment. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. xoxo
You stepped in to the diner right on time. Carla looked up and smiled at the sight of you.
“Good morning Y/N. How are things?” She inquired, genuinely interested in your life.
“Oh not so bad, Sebastian keeps throwing up so I think I’ll have to take him to the vet. Do you think I could work a couple more shifts or maybe longer shifts? I’m scraping the barrel as is but a vet bill on top of that?” You let out an exasperated sigh. “That would just top the cake,” you chuckled.
“Y/N hunny, you’re going to work yourself to death!” Carla stated. “If you need money I can lend you some,” Carla said.
“Oh god no. Thank you Carla but I’ll be fine. If not here, I’ll pick up some shifts at the bar or the shelter.” Carla shook her head and walked over to you wrapping her arms around your frame.
“I don’t know how you do it Y/N, you amaze me,” Carla said with adoration in her eyes. You gave her a sad smile and shrugged it off as you moved to grab your apron and notepad, getting ready to start your day. The bell chimed signalling that someone entered the diner. You looked at the door and groaned. Once again the two men sat in your section. You sighed and made your way over to their table.
“Morning, what can I get you?” Your voice lacked it’s usual enthusiasm. You just couldn’t deal with Sebastian today. “Coffee and pie again Chris?” He smiled and nodded. “Coffee for you?” You addressed Sebastian. He gave you a small smile and nodded. Unlike you usually did, you did not return the smile. You walked away to get them their coffees and paused at the counter to take a much needed breath. Carla was right. You didn’t even know how you did it.
Today was just not a good day for you. You had woken up to the sound of your phone ringing at 3 am only to find out that once again, your mothers cancer was spreading and then Sebastian threw up on your blanket. Once you woke up you realized how soon your bills were due and you weren’t sure if you could pay them this month. You closed your eyes and tried to wish away the negative thoughts and replace them with positive things but each day it was getting harder and harder for you, and now you had to look Sebastian in the face and remember how awful he made you feel yesterday. You wordlessly brought them their coffee and walked back to the counter to sit down.
“Are you sure everything is okay Y/N?” Carla snapped you out of your thoughts and you immediately placed a smile on your face. As fake as it was, a smile is still a smile.
“Yea, thanks Carla. I’m good.” The door chimed and in walked Sherry with who you assumed to be her son. “Good morning Sherry! How are you doing today?” The man was attractive. Definitely older than you but still attractive, he had kind eyes.
“Oh I’m good darling. I want you to meet my son Andrew! This is Y/N, the girl I was telling you about,” Sherry spoke to her son. He nodded and reached out a hand to shake.
“Nice to finally meet you Y/N, I’ve heard many great things.” You shook his hand and gave him a warm smile.
“It’s nice to meet you Andrew!” He seemed nice enough, you thought.
“Seb man, you fucked up. Look at her. She’s not doing so good and I wouldn’t be surprised if you had anything to do with it,” Chris scolded Sebastian. Sebastian rolled his eyes and looked at you.
“She’s fuckin’ fine. Look, she’s talking to some guy. This was a dumb idea, let’s just go,” Sebastian grumbled.
“Chris, nice to see you again,” Carla commented, taking a seat beside Chris.
“How’s Y/N Carla?” She quirked an eyebrow at him and looked at the two boys.
“Well Chris hunny, I ain’t gonna lie to ya. She’s not doin’ so good. She’s got a lot goin’ on right now and he,” she gave Sebastian a look, “isn’t helping,” Carla said, a hint of anger lacing her words. Sebastian’s heart deflated. “But Sherry’s introducing her to her son, maybe that’ll help Y/N. Knowing Y/N though she’ll turn him down real quick,” Carla theorized eyeing the interaction between Y/N and Andrew.
“So she doesn’t have a boyfriend?” Sebastian stated more than he asked. Carla gave him a disapproving look and shook her head.
“Nope. Such a sweet girl, we get loads of boys in here hoping to win her over but she turns ‘em all down. She’s got too much on her plate for a boy. At least that’s what she says.” Sebastian nodded, noticing just how uncomfortable Y/N looked.
“The usual then Sherry?” you turned your attention to the older woman who had taken a spot at her usual table. “And can I get you anything?” She asked, addressing Andrew.
“Just a coffee, thanks Y/N,” his deep voice spoke. You nodded and made your way to the back to give the chef Sherry’s usual order and poured the woman and her son each a cup of coffee. The place soon began to get packed, the usual tenants pouring in a taking a seat at their usual tables.
“Morning Y/N!” Charles called. You smiled and waved at the kind old man. Eventually you bit the bullet and made your way over to Chris and Sebastian. You sighed and gave yourself a quick mental pep talk as you reached their table.
“Can I get you boys anything else? More coffee? The bill?” You avoided Sebastian gaze, afraid he would be as rude as he was yesterday and you just didn’t need that today.
“Listen Y/N, I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” Sebastian spoke. You froze and your eyes went wide for a moment.
“For what?” You asked nonchalantly, pretending that he hadn’t almost ruined your day yesterday. “Nothing to apologize for. Anyway, anything else for you guys?” You quickly changed the topic of conversation. Sebastian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“God, don’t make this hard Y/N. I’m sorry for yesterday.” Sebastian was getting frustrated.
“It’s fine. Anyway, Do you want something else or not? I’ve got a lot of tables to get to,” you said with an unusual edge to your voice. He shook his head and let out a long breath.
“No, we’re good. Just the bill then.” Sebastian gave up, sending an annoyed look to Chris.
“Can you blame her man?” Chris quirked an eyebrow as he shovelled another bite of pie in to his mouth. “You can’t expect her to forgive just ‘cause you’re Sebastian Stan. She doesn’t give a shit that you’re in movies.”
“Yea well whatever…”
Y/N stepped in to the bar, giving Dave a quick wave and a smile to accompany it.
“Dave can I have more shifts?” You asked, desperation in your voice.
“Y/N, you’re going to work yourself to death.”
“Yea… that’s what Carla said too,” you laughed. You grabbed your apron and got to work cleaning tables. You started humming Take Me Home, Country Road by John Denver quietly while you distracted your running thoughts with cleaning tables. “So Sebastian came in to the diner again today,” you said to Dave.
“Shit. Really? What did he say? What happened?”
“Well he apologized. I said it was fine, didn’t really matter anyway, and then he got mad again. That man is a basket case, I swear Dave. Do they look familiar to you?” You asked Dave. He nodded and scratched his beard while thinking of who they could be. “They look so freakin’ familiar but I have no clue where the heck I could know them from!” Dave just shrugged and returned to whatever he was doing.
Time had flown by at the bar and you were just over halfway done your shift. The bar had gotten rowdy due to it being a Saturday and the patrons were playing pool, drinking, and having fun. You smirked as you saw a group of younger men heading towards the table.
“Hey Dave, how much do you think I could get from those boys over there? Two, maybe three hundred?” You grinned to let Dave know you were taking a break to go kick some ass at pool.
“You go get ‘em tiger,” Dave laughed. You made your way over to the table making sure to bat your eyelashes and flash a cute smile.
“Hey boys, mind if I play a round? I’m not very good but I like to play anyway and y’all look more than capable of teaching me a few things,” you shamelessly flirted. They all nodded and you smiled. “How’s about we play for a little cash, I’ve got some extra and why not,” you suggested. They all mumbled in agreement, making their bets on who was gonna win. The first to go up against you was young, cute, and had a nice smile but you really just wanted their money. Logistically they all bet on their friend and after letting him sink a couple balls you took control and sank all your balls in just two turns. They stared at you wide eyed, unsure of what to do. In the first round you made an impressive $250 from the five men standing around you. You shrugged and looked at them innocently as if this wasn’t what you did most nights. “Beginners luck I guess? Anyone up for another round?” Instead of each betting $50 for their friend like before they bet $25 on this new guy.
Once again you dominated the game and soon enough you were collecting cash all around. You smiled and looked at them.
“You’re good hunny, you that good with anything else?” One of them smiled, instantly making you uncomfortable as he winked at you. He slowly walked towards you as you slowly backed up.
“Uhm… No not that I can think of. I should get going anyway, nice playing with you boys.” You went to turn around and walk away when you felt a hand clasp around your wrist. You looked up from your wrist to the eyes of the disgusting man in front of you. “P-please let me go,” you stuttered quietly.
“See sweet cheeks, I wasn’t really asking. You hustled us for a whole lot of money there and see? We don’t really think that’s fair,” he sneered.
“Hey man, you need to back off,” a man behind you said. You snapped your head back to look at the mystery man. Sebastian?
“Sebastian?” You stared at him, absolutely astounded. The man pulled you towards him and you saw Dave jump over the counter and rush towards you.
“Get your fucking hands off her and get the fuck out of my bar. If you ever step foot in here again I’ll let Y/N rip off your damn balls.” Dave’s voice dropped down in to a menacing whisper and he defended you. The man let your wrist go and walked out of the bar, scoffing at you. You wrapped your arms tightly around Dave and nestled your face in to his broad chest.
“Thank you so much Dave, I love you so much. Gosh that was spooky. Hey, I’ll be at the bar in a second, I just have to talk to him for a second.” Dave nodded and made his way over to the bar. You turned to look at Sebastian. “Why are you here? I thought you hated me, thought I was annoying and too happy,” you replayed his words. He exhaled deeply and ran his hands over his face.
“Look Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t really mean to say anything, I was just having a shitty day and I took it out on you and that wasn’t fair so I’m sorry.”
“Nope. Wasn’t fair at all, and I was having a shitty day too, doesn’t mean I can go around being rude to people. I mean, it’s not as if you called me a fucking coke head or something,” you said sarcastically, reminding him of his own hurtful words. He stared at you for a second, thinking of what to say. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself down.
“Look Y/N, you’re a really nice girl and I would like to restart. Hi, My name is Sebastian,” he said as he reached out to shake your hand. You eyed him cautiously and slowly put your hand in his to firmly shake.
“Hi Sebastian, I’m Y/N,” you said, a smile creeping up to your lips. He smiled a kind smile, much different to what you had seen before.
“Can I buy you a drink Y/N?” You nodded and lead him to the bar.
“Hey Dave, two whiskeys, and give us the good stuff. You know, the really expensive one, he’s buying,” you said to Dave, adding a wink.
“Sure thing Y/N,” Dave replied with a grin.
“Hmm, really milkin’ it aren’t you?” His tone was playful and the idea of starting from new with him started to grow on you.
“Well Mr. Stan, you’re not quite off the hook yet, you really hurt me,” you said, not as playful as he had been. He nodded in understanding and took a sip of the whiskey. “What are you doing here anyway? This is literally in the middle of nowhere,” you laughed.
“Alright so you legitimately don’t know who I am?” Sebastian confirmed. You nodded and shot him a confused look. “Okay. So Chris and I are famous, not to sound cocky, so we’ve been in a lot of movies, and when you’re at our level you have press coming at you like hungry piranhas and we got in to a bit of a ‘scandal’,” he said as he put air quotes when he said scandal. “None of it was true but try convincing the paparazzi that you’re innocent. So anyway, our publicists and managers thought it would best to relocate for a while, stay out of the limelight, y’know. When Chris had mentioned this small town he spent his summers in they immediately agreed, saying it would be best for us.” You nodded slowly, taking in all of the new information.
It was a week after Cas left them (again) that Sam found it.
Dean had been so furious at Cas’ betrayal that he hadn’t once tried to call the angel. Hadn’t said a word about it. Hadn’t even mentioned Castiel’s name once. Sam knew by now that anger was Dean’s ill-concealed coping mechanism for worry, so he tried to indulge him.
Breaking the “no-Cas” rule had been a complete accident.
They were heading across the country on a hunt in northern Idaho; Sam went out of his way to find a case that involved a lot of driving in an attempt to distract Dean. Though at this point, it was a step in the right direction just getting Dean to leave the Bunker.
As their current cassette (Bon Jovi) ran to an end, Sam rummaged through their little stash, desperate to avoid any potential awkward silences. What he pulled out, though, was an unfamiliar cassette simply labeled “Cas.”
Heart pounding, and curiosity piqued, Sam quickly swapped the cassettes. To his surprise, the first song on the tape was none other than Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver. Sam frowned. This wasn’t Dean’s usual genre…
Even more surprising was the look of sad surprise that flashed across Dean’s face as the familiar refrain take me home to the place I belong trilled over the car radio. Sam couldn’t help it.
“Why’d you make this for Cas?” he blurted out.
Dean’s jaw tightened and Sam was sure he’d made an awful mistake but then, ever so slowly, Dean exhaled. “I didn’t make it for Cas.” He glanced over at Sam, then fixed his eyes on the road pointedly while he continued, “I made it because of Cas. All the songs on here are songs Cas has mentioned liking.”
Sam watched Dean carefully, waiting for a stronger reaction. Anger, perhaps. Annoyance, at least. But as Take Me Home, Country Roads ended, followed by David Bowie’s Starman, Dean only looked sadder.
“I miss him, Sam,” Dean whispered finally, and the look of pure sorrow on his face as he admitted it made Sam almost miss Dean’s usual coping mechanisms.
They listened to the rest of the Cas mix in silence.