Summary: As a senior in college, you kept your nose clean and never partied. You were at the top of your class, set to graduate with honors summa cum laude; unlike Clint Barton. In an effort to get a passing grade and graduate, he asked for your help. What could possibly go wrong? Word Count: 1,959 Warnings: Language, fluff, possible smut, heavy angst Iām sorry Authorās Note: I shouldnāt be this excited about how much angst there is. Something is wrong with me.
My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.
Six oāclock came a lot faster than normal. Probably because you were dreading going to the campus library. Between high school and college, you had tutored many students, even going so far as to help several adults that had gone without their GED. You also volunteered at the local animal shelter and rescues; spending time with the depressed, scared, and heartbroken animals.
But Clint Barton wasnāt any of those people. He partied every night of the week, hung out with the wrong crowd, allowed them to influence his decisions. Yes, he was a grown ass man that could do as he wished, therefore, you had no right to sit there and think of him as if he were someone you cared about. You didnāt have time to care about someone like him.
Wow. How had you become that person? You had been compassionate and empathetic your entire life, putting others before yourself, no matter the situation.
Angry at yourself, you shoved out of bed, took a quick shower, got dressed, grabbed your bag, and headed out of the apartment. It wasnāt a long walk, which you were thankful for, but the air was crisper than you thought it would be. So, upon seeing that your favorite coffee stand was open, you grabbed a cup, put on your best game face, and strolled into the library.
To your surprise, Clint was already there. Granted, he had his feet kicked up onto the table and was leaning back in the chair, balancing on the back two legs. His head was hanging back and his eyes were closed.
āOf course heās sleeping,ā you grumbled yourself.
āI heard that,ā Clint chuckled.
āDamn it,ā you ground out before approaching the table.
āI heard that, too.ā Clint managed not to tip the chair over as he brought his feet off the table.
Its not always someone who cries a lot. Or is alone and distant.
Many people hide behind smiles and fake happiness. They smile through the pain, bite back the tears. They live in emptiness and fear.
I cant speak for everyone, because depression is different for all. But here are some of the things i feel.
*anxious
*fear
*alone
*overwhelmed by everything
*no motivation
* trying to make everyone happy
The list is yet again endless.
Fear and anxiety goes hand in hand with depression. the fear of not being good enough. Of messing up. The overwhelming thoughts of what can i do to not make that person upset? How can i fix it? Always apologizing when there is nothing to apologize for.
I get overwhelmed with the simplest task or thought, and it sends me into a full blown hyperventilating panic attack.
No motivation to get out of bed, or eatā¦ going bout my daily life is torture.
Depression has no face, but it takes over the lives of many people.
No one wants to talk bout it, but instead puts it off as āseeking attentionā your life cant be that bad can it?
Yes- no matter your age, race, gender, wealth, healthā¦ none of that matters, because depression knows no bounds.
It doesnāt have a face, but Iāve decided to be a voice. A voice for those who have it, a voice to fight to bring it to attention. Ive decided to speak up. We can help each other. If we stop letting fear control us.
This is just the start. I need to be more open with my depression, and i hope it helps others to do the same.
You donāt have to be following this dork, but itād be cool. I donāt bite. Hard.Ā Due date: December 31st [Plenty of time] The Marvel character or actor / actress? Your choice. [Yes, RPFs are welcome.] Female reader inserts are awesome, but if you want to work with an original female character, go for it. Angst, fluff, or smut? Any of them, a mixture of them, or all of them. Write what you feel. Please use warnings as they apply. If there are any triggers that are not in the warnings, I will not read, reblog, or include in the master list. Please add a keep reading break for any fic written that has over 500 words. If there is not a keep reading break, I will not read, reblog, or include in the master list. Two people can have the same song. You pick the lyric to incorporate into the fic. Send me an ask with your 1st and 2nd choice for a prompt, along with the Marvel character / actor. Comments or reblogs will not be included. When you post, please tag @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan in the authorās notes and include the hashtag #starās marvel playlist in the first 5 tags. Also, please bold your lyric in the authorās notes. Please do not use this challenge for an in process series. If you want to start a series and have this be the first chapter, have at it.
Sometimes when I look at Hiddleston Iām likeĀ āniceā and then other times I see pictures of him and I just sit there for an indefinable length of time staring into the distance thinkingĀ ālegs. lots of leg. 88% legā and nearly pass out.
So much leg.
His legs would come up to my waist. I mean good god.
Below the cut you will find my full master list of Marvel works. Iāve written a variety of characters, series, and AUs from the Marvel universe. Enjoy!
Star Barnes' Writing Blog 
