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bratshaws · 3 months

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through the hourglass 347. brb x oc

a/n: no sMUT HERE FOR NOW BUT SOON (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“Do you want me to hold it for you?”

Beatrice shakes her head as she pulls her hair into a bun, they are all back at the Bronco,Nicole is happily sitting on the back seat and the twins are in their carriers, “I’m okay Roos.” she says softly, then places her hands on her hips, “...damn,I can’t believe we won.”

Rooster grinned, leaning against the Bronco with his arms crossed. "Believe it, gorgeous. We crushed it out there. You, especially, were a force to be reckoned with."

"Well, you know, the secret is a combination of skill, determination, and a touch of ankle-twirling magic." she frowns, “That…sounded terrible, ignore that.”

Rooster chuckled, shaking his head. I'll remember that for next time." he looks down at her, dragging his eyes down the large expanse of her thighs that were out in the open because of her shorts, “You still up to go to the Den?”

“Yeah!” she says, “I just need a quick shower, then we can go, ugh,I missed that place so much.” and her smile is so wide, “I’m glad we were able to find a table to fit everyone, you know?”

Rooster nodded, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Oh, I can't wait to see you strut your stuff at the Den with that ankle-twirling magic of yours." and he holds his chin up, propping his elbow on the Bronco’s hood, eyes dopey, ‘...you are so beautiful.”

She blushed at Rooster's compliment, a warmth spreading through her cheeks. "Flattery will get you everywhere, won't it?”

“Here’s hopin.” Rooster grinned, unfolding his arms and moving closer to her. "You sure we gotta go?"

“Yes, why?”

And he folds his arms again, the biceps bulging under his shirt and he presses his head against them leaving only those pretty brown eyes looking over at her, “...was thinkin’ of something.” oh the accent was coming out strong, she knew what he was thinking about.

“Roos.”

“Your ass just looks great.”

“Roos.” and she flicks her gaze to Nicole, who is still looking up at them with a little smile, “Honey…you are too-” she mouths the word ‘horny’ “for your own good.” but he’s still looking at her, and she was sure he was pouting, “Brad, honey, it’ll be for a short time.” She walked closer to him, leaning against the Bronco as well. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?"

Rooster smirked, his eyes filled with absolute want. "Just stating the facts, gorgeous. Can't help it if the truth happens to be, well,” and he sucks the air through his teeth “... enticing."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "Smooth talker."

He grinned, his gaze lingering on her. "I call it appreciating the finer things in life."

Beatrice laughed, and she kissed his cheek, “Same goes to you,baby.” she says as she rubs his chest gently as she walks past him, “I’m just going to put my bag in the trunk, can you secure Nikki?”

As Beatrice walked towards the back of the Bronco to put her bag in the trunk, Rooster playfully scooped up Nicole in his arms. The toddler giggled, her tiny hands reaching out to grab Rooster's nose. "Dada!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Rooster grinned, his heart swelling with affection. "Hey there, my little princess. Time to get inside, ready?”

Nicole nodded enthusiastically, her hair - it was getting wavier and wavier - bouncing with the motion. Rooster secured her in the car seat, making sure she was comfortable and safe. "Alright, Nikki, you stay right here. Mama and dada will be back in a jiffy." and he pecked her forehead, then the twins’

Beatrice returned from the trunk, a satisfied smile on her face just in time to meet him halfway. "All set. Now, let's head to the Den. I'm really looking forward to catching up with everyone."

“Hm.”

“What?”

“You didn’t kiss me today.” she gave him a weird look as soon as the words left his mouth, “And feels weird,” he gently thumbs the fabric of her shirt, feeling the loose light texture against his fingers, “Cause I wanna kiss you.”

“...Roos, I’ve kissed you the whole day.”

Rooster's expression turned into an adorable pout, his brows furrowed playfully. "Yeah, but I missed my goodbye kiss before you went to play."

“Ah-honey, I kissed you before.”

“Did you?”

“Yes!”

“Hm,” he arches his brows, then tilts his head, “I don’t remember…maybe you should…remind me.”

Oh,his puppy-dog expression was hard to resist, and she decided to indulge him. Leaning in, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips, savoring the warmth and cocoa butter on his lips.

"There you go, Mr. Forgetful," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Rooster grinned, satisfaction evident in his eyes. "Ah, that's better. But…maybe another one?”

"You're insatiable, you know that?"

He winked, "Guilty as charged."

She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "Alright, just one more, and then we really need to get going."

Rooster leaned in, capturing her lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss. His hands slid down the curve of her ass, digging his fingers on the soft flesh and humming happily when he does so. He tries to slide some tongue in there, but she laughs and gently pushes at his chest.

When they finally pulled away, Rooster had a satisfied grin on his face."Happy now?" Beatrice asked,gently wiping his lips with her thumb, “Oh you got lip balm all over you.”

"Ecstatic," he replied, kissing her thumb, “You sure we can’t spend a few more seconds here?”

"As much as I'd love to indulge in a marathon of kisses, duty calls, LC."

He sighed dramatically, but the twinkle in his eyes remained. "Alright, alright. Duty it is." He pressed a final quick kiss to her forehead before heading to the driver's side.

As they settled into the Bronco, Rooster started the engine, and the familiar rumble filled the air. Beatrice couldn't help but smile at the comforting sound,leaning back into the seat.

“Okay,no,no,no, hear me out.”

She had no idea how this happened, but they were all sitting outside the Den - one of the new tables outside- eating and having drinks with the kids close by. She leans close to Rooster as Shells stands up and starts gesturing wildly.

“Hear me out,hear me out.” the blonde laughs, “So, Northride is big right? We have a fuck ton of areas to go and one of the areas was the Great Hall,like we did a fuckton of shit there, all the pleasantries and like, one day me and Bea had to help decorate- you remember that?”

"Oh, I remember that. Hard to forget,Shells.” Bea replies while holding the twins close and leaning against Rooster.

"Yeah!" Shells chimed in, returning to the table and taking a sip of her drink. "So, here's my brilliant idea. Hey,let’s just toss all this glitter on the wall- cause we��re lazy–”

“I refused.” Bea adds quickly, holding a finger up, “I just want everyone to know I said no.”

Shells laughed, holding her hands up in mock defense. "Okay, okay, Bea said no. But it was just a suggestion, you know? Anyway, we were there, covered in glitter, trying to make the Great Hall look like a magical wonderland or something."

Beatrice grinned at the memory, shaking her head. "We were probably the worst decorators in the history of Northride. Glitter was everywhere. I think I found glitter in my hair for weeks after that."

Rooster chuckled, picturing the scene. "Sounds like fun though."

Shells nodded, her eyes lighting up. "Exactly!And we had to tell one of our professors what happened, and ugh, thank god she was cool with it and we didn’t had to clean it."

Rooster looked back at Bea, one arm behind her shoulders,rubbing up and down her arm, “You never told me about that.”

"Well, It’s not like it’s bad…it’s just." and she shrugs, “Something, you know?”

Shells laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, it was a brilliant idea! Maybe not the most practical, but it sure left an impression."

“Yeah…I’m sure Professor Garson loved it too.”Evelyn murmured, sipping her soda, “I knew it was Shells’ idea the second I heard about it.”

“Hey!”

Shells raised her hands defensively. "In my defense, it was supposed to be a surprise! A magical surprise. I didn't anticipate the glitter explosion."

Beatrice laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, we certainly made the Great Hall …uh…sparkle."

Rooster leaned in, a playful glint in his eyes. "Is that where the glitter in our room came from?"

Beatrice nudged him, a teasing smile on her lips. "Maybe a little."

Shells grinned, leaning back in her chair. "See? Glitter has a way of following you. It's like a magical trail."

“Unfortunately.” Evelyn adds. “At least it wasn’t a prank, Northride hates pranks.”

Carmen leaned in, "You guys remember the time we convinced the cafeteria staff to have a themed food day?"

Beatrice blinked, “Wait, that happened?”

Carmen chuckled, "Oh, it happened. It was for career day, y’know,when the little kids came by and asked us things? You were sick that day.”

Beatrice leaned back, her eyes widening in surprise. "I missed a themed food day? Seriously?"

Carmen nodded, her grin widening. "Oh yeah. We convinced them to do a 'Future Professions' themed menu. Each dish was named after a profession. Like, there was 'Doctor's Delight' for the salads, 'Engineer's Energy' for the main course, and 'Artist's Palette' for desserts. It was a riot."

“Especially considering Northride didn’t have any other courses except art related ones.” Evelyn says and Bea gave her a look, “I did help a bit.”

“You did?”

"Yeah, the cafeteria staff were actually pretty into it once we explained the idea.”

"I mean…that's actually a sweet idea," Beatrice admitted, “Why wasn’t I told though?”

Shells leaned against Bob and gave Bea a look, “Girl, as sick as you were? Come on, you’d want to come by.”

Beatrice opened her mouth, then closed…she was right. The reminiscing continued, and the group delved into more Northride tales,way too many of them honestly. Rooster, despite not having experienced those moments firsthand, found joy in them, especially when Bea smiled so often.

Evelyn smirked, "You know, Northride had this mysterious basement that was off-limits. Legends said it housed ancient artifacts or secret experiments. Of course, it was probably just a storage space, but the intrigue made it off-limits."

“Oh my god I forgot that.” Bea said, “It flooded once,remember?”

Shells gasped, snapping her fingers "I remember that! The rumors about that flooded basement spread like wildfire. People were convinced it was some hidden treasure trove…or bodies"

Rooster, still a bit puzzled about the whole basement saga, leaned in and asked, "Did anyone ever find out what was really down there?"

Evelyn shook her head, "Nah, it was all just urban legends. The flood was probably just a burst pipe or something mundane.”

“Or,” Shells says, “Bodies.”

“Sure,” Bea says, then looks back at Rooster, “I’m going to the bathroom super quick, can you handle the twins for me?” and she gently places them in his arms,”Since Mav has Nicole.

Rooster smiled, cradling the twins in his arms. "Of course, gorgeous. Go ahead, we'll be right here."

As Beatrice excused herself to the bathroom,she walked through the Den,walking past the people and disappearing inside. Upon entering the bathroom, she took a moment to breathe and collect herself. The sound of laughter and chatter from the ongoing celebration seeped through the closed door.

After washing her hands and exiting the bathroom, Beatrice walked out..well,almost,someone stood close by and she had to stop and look up, “Oh,Thomas,hi…?”

Thomas stood in the hallway, leaning casually against the wall."Hey, Beatrice," he greeted, his tone casual,"Great game out there. That block at the end was impressive."

"Uh, thanks," Beatrice replied, her guard instinctively rising. She took a step back, creating a bit more distance between them. "It was a team effort."

Thomas chuckled, pushing himself off the wall to stand straight. "Of course, a team effort. But you, you were the star of the show. The way you handled that block...impressive."

Beatrice felt a growing discomfort in the pit of her stomach. Thomas's compliments, though seemingly harmless, carried an unsettling undertone. She glanced around, hoping to spot Rooster. Fortunately, she saw them at the nearby table, still engrossed in conversation with Evelyn, Shells, and Maverick.

"Yeah, well, everyone did their part," Beatrice replied, trying to keep the conversation brief. "Excuse me, I need to get back to my friends and husband." and as if magic, Rooster’s head whipped back and his smile dropped immediately.

"Everything okay, gorgeous?" he just teleported himself there, holding two babies to his chest, it was…adorable.

Beatrice forced a smile, not wanting to cause a scene. "Yeah, just said hi to Thomas.”

Rooster's expression tightened, and he glanced over to where Thomas stood. "Hm.”

“I-I was complimenting Bea’s game is all.”

Rooster's gaze lingered on Thomas for a moment before he turned his attention back to Beatrice. "Alright," he said, his tone guarded. "Let's get back to our table then." he kept his eyes on Thomas…and the twins even glared at him.

Fucking weirdo. He had to talk to him before they left.

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dopeasspancake · 3 years

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I keep seeing photos of Max on the S4 set wearing an oversized long sleeve button up over a tshirt and my mind will absolutely not let go of the idea of Max finding ways to wear some of Billy’s old shirts.

brb gotta go ugly cry

#I stg if they don’t bring his ass back #at the very least they better show Max actually mourning #I will scream if his death ans sacrifice isn’t handled well in S4 #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove #stranger things #harringrove #stranger things season 3 #stranger things season 4

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lozzypoz321 · 4 years

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Word count: 3.8k!

A/N: this is one of my favourite things I’ve ever written and I’m super proud of it, also the biggest word count I’ve ever done, hope you enjoy and pretty please leave feedback!! <3

Warnings: brief mentions of underage sex, calling of child services, brief mentions of an anxiety attack

Avengers college AU

Bucky: Guys I’m really desperate

Bruce: what?

Steve: wdym?

Bucky: does anyone have the first period free tomorrow? Can’t afford a babysitter for Riley :/

Tony: nah can’t, I’ve got a busy schedule

Clint: economics man

Bruce: science m8

Nat: same as Clint I’m afraid Jamesy

Clint: wbu Steve?

Steve: library club and I can’t skip

Bucky: >: I

Bucky: I think I may be having a midlife crisis.

Tony: okay 1. You’re 20 and 2. You shouldn’t have gone an’ knocked up a woman at 17

Nat: Tony!

Bucky: You’re acting like you didn’t get some at 17 Tony

Bruce: he has a fair point.

Nat: and anyway Riley’s too pure for your insults Tony

Bucky: uwu

Tony: you have officially turned into every teenage girl Barnes

Nat: anywayyyyyyy, Thor how’re you coping with your brother’s “phase”

Tony: I am starting to think Loki’s goth phase isn’t just a phase Natalie, I caught him walking around in a skull T-shirt with chains this morning

Clint: oh daym

Steve: what are you going to do?

Thor: I am going to show that I respect him by buying him some flowers!

Clint: What abt a chain tho?

Nat: wait, does anyone wanna go to laser tag at some point?

Tony: oooh yes!

Bruce: yeah I’m down! :)

Steve: I’ve got time yeah thanks

Bucky: I never back down from a laser tag game

Nat: great! I’ll book it with Tony’s card

Tony: wait what?

Bucky: oh shit, I’ve gotta go, Riley’s just run away somewhere brb

Clint: oh damn.

Bucky shoved his phone hastily into his pocket and looked around, desperation filling his eyes as they searched for any sign of his daughter. The bushes swayed with the evening breeze and very few people strolled around campus, either going on a walk, meeting up early with friends or getting food. The young adult heavily sighed out of relief when he caught sight of Riley, excitedly chatting to a man, who James quickly identified him as one of his other friends, Sam.

Braking out into a light jog, he made his way across campus to the pair while also trying to avoid bumping into the other students that were now staring at him, in college he was basically known as the fuck boy. Not that he was, the only reason behind it was that he had a daughter at 17 and everyone apart from his friends never saw past that.

“What’re you doing here munchkin?” He asked the small girl who was now shyly smiling at her father. Sam chuckled at the duo and turning his attention away from Riley, “wasn’t her fault dude, just telling me how she’s going to chemistry class tomorrow, can’t wait to see that” he said with a sly smirk on his face.

Bucky mentally sighed, yes it was going to be very tough tomorrow. Not only was she very restless, but she also was very talkative and wouldn’t put a filter on around people older than her, which most of the time could be very offensive. “Yeah! I promised him I’ll be good!”

“Oh really? Well I kinda hoped you’d have something to say to Professor Demon”

“Sam,” he groaned and ran a hand through his hair “his names Damon, if he caught you sayin’ that then we’d get suspended so quickly dude” Riley giggled and looked up at her dad innocently “and then we’d go poor because you suck at getting jobs”

“He sucks at everything” Sam mumbled, earning a glare from the other man. “We better go get some food now, there’s literally nothing in the fridge except a can of tuna, some ketchup and packets of sour sauce from takeout awhile ago”

“Oof man”

The walk to the diner that he had decided on going to after he couldn’t be bothered going grocery shopping was a long one. Riley insisted on stopping for every dog they saw, to ask to stroke it. “Ri’ baby, we can’t keep stopping, we gotta get back to the dorm before it’s your bedtime”

The pout she sent him instantly melted his heart before he realised she knew exactly what she was doing and he readjusted his grip on her hand so she didn’t end up running away again like she did earlier.

“Ri’ what do you want?” He asked the child once the waitress had come over asking for their orders. She gave a nonchalant shrug and turned her attention back to the video that was playing on Bucky’s phone that he had given her for the wait. “M’kay so, can we get a,” he took a pause to take a quick glance at the kid’s menu on the table “chicken nuggets and chips please with… chocolate milkshake?”

Riley nodded and the waitress, who from the name tag on her apron, was named Elizabeth, began to write down both his and her order but halfway through gave a quick glance up to Bucky, but when he caught her cheeks flooded red that made his daughter snort.

“Is that all sir?”

“Riley shut up” he quietly told the girl as Elizabeth walked away with her head down. “She was flirting with you dad” she laughed making him jokingly nudge her across the table “Oi, and anyway she’s not my type munchkin”

“Well don’t be too loud, the creeps staring at you dad”

He didn’t mean to, but without thinking his head whipped round to instantly make eye contact with the woman who was biting her lip, her eyes now as big as plates. His cheeks heated furiously as he immediately turned back around to face his adorable giggling daughter. “You better like those chicken nuggets munchkin cause I’ve got to go through this to get them”

“I will dad, I like chickens”

“Riley, come on you gotta get some sleep” he groaned once she’d slid onto the sofa where he was writing his assignment last minute for the fifth time that night.

“But dad,” She whined and pulled on the sleeve of the college logo sweater he had pulled on without even thinking about it once they’d got home as he had only just realised he had a paper to write, “I’m not tired and I don’t want to be alone”

His eyes softened at the pleading look on her face that would get him to do anything she wanted him to “m’kay baby, how about we go into into the bedroom and you try to get some sleep while I finish this up”

She nodded enthusiastically and he picked up the study books and paper in one hand and Riley in the other, deep eye bags could be found on his face from the lack of sleep that he had spent pulling all-nighters working on college work and began to make his way into the small room that had a single bed pressed up against the wall with a mattress next to it, an abundance of blankets on both.

He set the small girl onto the single bed and lowered himself down into the smaller one, using the bed frame to press his back against and using a hardback book underneath the paper to rest on.

“Why do people stare at you?” Bucky only just heard Riley mumble as her eyes struggled to keep open. He stopped writing but kept his hand in the same place while grinder his teeth, wondering what to say. “Cause baby… people don’t really think that I should have you this young,” he struggled to find the words as he felt his daughter roll onto her back to listen “but they don’t understand that I love you a lot, don’t I munchkin?”

Riley giggled behind him and uttered a small yes. “At least they haven’t tried to take me away again”

The young man's breath hitched in the back of his throat at the memory flashed through his mind. They’d been watching a movie with Steve after their classes and a knock had sounded on the door.Apparently, Child services had been called by one of the students and they tried to take her away but he wouldn’t let them, they had threatened to take him to court because the living settings were not meant for a child but 17-year-old Steve had calmly spoken to them outside the room while James had been on the edge of a panic attack inside.

“Yeah, scared me Ri’” his horse voice answered back making her eyebrows scrunch in confusion “I’m not going anywhere dad. Well, unless I die but y’know”

He sent her a bitch face look over his shoulder which made her uncontrollably giggle. Bucky chuckled and set his attention back to the essay while absent mindedly talking to her about random things.

“Is Loki gonna be at the laser tag place?” She asked and added on excitedly “oooh can I come dad?!”

“Sure doll, let me tell the guys”

Buck: we got plus ones on this laser tag thing?

Bruce: whyyyy??

Thor: oooh if that is the case I would very much like to take my brother!

Nat: oh are you bringing Riley then?

Buck: yup

Steve: I don’t see why not

Tony: I’m off to speak to this really hot girl

Clint: what that spice girl?

Buck: do you mean pepper?

Clint: ah yes!

He chuckled at the screen and chucked his phone to the side while looking up to his daughter on the bed above him, going to tell her they approved before stopping and smiling to himself as he caught sight of her peaceful, sleeping form.

Without waking her up, he got off the mattress and tucked in the blankets, quietly laughing as he retrieved the earbuds she had borrowed in the diner from her pocket. “Night munchkin”

Bucky groaned as the ringing of his phone awoke him, the technology next to his ear from when he had fallen asleep sat up. “Wha’?”

It was so early in the morning that he didn’t even have the energy to think of a proper sentence, never mind say one.

Steve: hey guys make sure your ready, it starts an hour after school

Clint: Steve. School. Finishes. At. 6. Pm. What. Tf. Do. You. Mean. It. Starts. In. An. hour. After.

Nat: we thought you could do with a late start

Tony: fuck you Romanoff

Clint: ten bucks says she’s smirking rn

Buck: ughhh

Bruce: I feel exactly the same way

Buck: no you don’t. I spent up until 6 am doing that English essay I forgot about

Tony: oof

Bucky: I will physically be running on caffeine this morning so be ready

He took a look around the messy room before deciding he would clean it another day and raised himself onto his feet before making sure Riley was still on the single bed asleep. He made his way to the tiny kitchen that held a mini-fridge, microwave, kettle and an oven with two counters on one side to make himself a cup of coffee that he was depending on if he had to spend an hour of his day running around in sweaty gear and a fake gun while making sure his daughter didn’t run away to get some sort of snack.

“Fuck” he mumbled as the loud whirring of the kettle started, sure to wake Riley up. “I’m tired” he heard a voice groan behind him, making the man whirl around, instantly making eye contact with his daughter. Sighing out of relief and returning back to the drink he was previously making. “So am I doll, yet you can’t have coffee”

He made her go get dressed and brush her teeth while he had a mental breakdown over what he was going to do about the paper he didn’t manage to finish before he fell asleep last night.

“Dad,” Bucky looked up to find Riley once again dressed in a pair of Joggers and a baggy T-shirt that she’d dragged out of the very few clean clothes in her draw “someone’s messaging your laptop”

She struggled to hold up the open device that showed multiple emails from one of his professors questioning his performance in class for the recent weeks. He inwardly cursed and took the laptop from her to begin emailing her back, choosing to ignore the insults she had thrown at him and his daughter in the middle of it.

“She is so full of-“ he stopped halfway through the sentence, noticing that Riley was sat next to him, quietly playing a YouTube video on his phone. “Whatcha watching Ri’?” He asked, his attention still focusing on trying to be professional in the email back. “c- c-“ she struggled to pronounce the word so she passed it to him.

“Commentary channels?” The man asked with a laugh, thinking about how most parents wouldn’t even let their 4 child near a video like that but yet again he wasn’t like most parents. He was 20 and had to do this alone.

“Oh yeah”

“Come on munchkin, we gotta get to first period before we’re late” he told her and grabbed his backpack to quickly shove his college things in before glancing at the digital clock on his phone and scooping Riley up so they could get there quicker.

Halfway through the panicked running across campus, the small girl decided she needed a nap and fell asleep against his shoulder, making Natalia laugh as they passed.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom he knew it was a bad idea when 11 pair of eyes fell to his, heavily panting and holding an asleep 4-year-old.

“Sir he’s late” a girl, younger than him moaned to the teacher who was now shrugging his shoulders “I don’t care”

“But professor, why’d he bring the baby?”

Bucky had enough of everyone staring at him, he readjusted the bag on his back before making his way to the back of the class, sitting in an empty seat in between Sam and Tony and placed Riley on his lap.

“That’s a good question Jaimee, Barnes?”

“Couldn’t find anyone to look after her professor” he mumbled in response, making sure to be loud enough to hear. “No babysitter?”

“Can’t afford it sir”

He didn’t once make eye contact with anyone in the room, instead putting his attention on the books that he was bringing out of his bag. “You alright man?” Tony whispered across the desk and flicked a pen at him, “Oi” Bucky hissed as the metal came in contact with the side of his head making Sam laugh loudly at him.

“Dad,” a mumble was heard quietly, making the older man look at his daughter, eyes that were previously closed were now looking up at his wide with pleading “I’m hungry”

If he was anywhere else in the world he would have sworn loudly, but right now he was in a class with 10 other students and his daughter. “Okay baby, but you're gonna have to wait for a while, we’re in my class but I’ll get you something after okay?”

She nodded and rested her hair back against his chest, making him smile slightly as he went back to taking notes of the class. “I’ve got skittles,” Sam held out the family-sized packet of sugary sweets making Riley do grabby hands towards it. Without asking Sam gave her it, earning a goofy smile from the girl. “Thank you dude but she’s literally gonna get the biggest sugar rush possible now”

“Aha, can’t wait to see that”

By halfway through the period Riley was already rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, on the spot next to Bucky’s chair, his hand holding hers to make sure she didn’t run up to the front and distract everyone. “Dad, are you going to work tonight?”

“Yeah munchkin, not for long though, you can stay with Stevie. How about that?”

“Yeah, m’kay”

Suddenly the professor spoke up, directing his attention to Bucky “Barnes, the symbol Sb stands for stibium or stibnite. What is the modern name of this element?”

“That doesn’t sound like English dad” Riley loudly whispered to him, making the class laugh, “and what do you think the answer is?”

The girl pondered for a second and looked at her dad with seriousness drawn upon her features “...tell me,”

“Laser in the house!” Clint exclaimed in excitement once everyone had found their way to the front of campus where they’d agreed to meet.

“I like lasers,” Riley gushed while smiling brightly making most of the young adults chuckle, Loki however, did not. “Why did you have to bring me?” The man grumbled, sending a death glare towards his brother.

“Why are you dressed like that?”

“Riley no-“

“Did you go through childhood trauma to endure this?”

“Ri’ you can’t ask-“

“Why is there a child?” Loki asked as if he had only just noticed she was there. “She is Barnes’ daughter brother” Thor said and gently patted her head, making her scowl.

“You have a daughter?”

“I’ve had her for 4 years dude”

“Oh”

Steve grabbed his phone from his pocket and glanced at the time “guys we’ve gotta be there in half an hour we better get goin’”

“Alright Rogers, you really do like to keep track of time don’t you?” Tony asked and rolled his eyes making Nat nudge him in the ribs. “Tony, I’m not that old”

“You're 21, everyone else is 20 punk” Bucky teased him but stopped when he sent him a death glare. “Erm, I’m not 20.” The young girl pointed out while everyone else started making their way to the entertainment place. “Smart girl Ri’”

“Wait, do we need to decide the teams?” Bruce asked everyone once Bucky and Riley had caught up with the rest. “Ooooh,” Clint exclaimed with wide eyes “dibs on Natasha! She’s got good aim.”

“I’m gonna stick with you. Power team” Bucky whispered down to the stupidly smiling girl as she nodded furiously. By the time everyone had chosen their teammates and managed to agree, the group had arrived. “This’ll be great” Bruce sighed once they’d caught sight of the room of light-up vests with attached laser guns.

“Rules,” a middle-aged man who looked like he’d given up on life, walked into the room with a clipboard in hand “No Running, No Physical Contact, Hold Laser with Both Hands, No Climbing, Players must be careful when manoeuvring around interior arena walls, Please let us know if any of your guests suffer from the following: Asthma, epilepsy or suffer from seizures caused by fog or strobe lights.”

Everyone was quiet for a second before Steve quietly spoke up with a blush “I have asthma, sir.”

The worker took a pause and pondered for a moment, as though this had never happened in his whole 68 years of working there, “just… don’t start a fire alright?”

They all nodded in agreement, just happy that he’d been let in, and began to enter the massive room where the game was about to take place. “Right, so, let’s not rugby tackle people like you did last time,” Steve said and mostly directed it to Thor who smiled sheepishly “cause- err, there’s a kid, yeah, Riley, that’s it”

Bucky chuckled and picked up the fake laser gun as the lights began to darken, “let’s get this party started”

As soon as the words left his mouth, chaos ensured, young adults setting off running to find a place to set-up camp. As he wanted to be fast, Bucky quickly picked up Riley and began to run towards a pillar so he could hide behind it, so he’s able to get a good view of people.

“How does it work?” Riley whispered from the spot of her back pressed against his chest so she could also see and indicated towards the gun. “Gotta put your finger on the trigger” he instructed and took ahold of her index finger and brought it over to the weapon, placing the rest of her hand on the handle while her other one held the underneath of the top part, trying not to drop it.

The whole room was silent for a good 5 minutes before Bucky decided to make a move, taking hold of the collar of her jacket to gently pull her up with him. Not holding Riley’s hand as she would have ended up dropping the laser gun if she didn’t have two hands on it.

The two of them scouted out the place trying to be quiet so they didn’t get caught. Suddenly, making them jump, a loud zapping sounded in the distance, indicating that someone had found an enemy. He began to run away from the sound, after making sure his daughter was following and attempting to find somewhere to hide again but this time he didn’t find a deserted place.

“Aha!” Nat yelled and jumped out from behind a pillar while aiming the laser at Bucky’s chest. His panicked yelling and screaming filled the air as he made a run for it, completely forgetting about his teammate left behind and the rule “no running”. Suddenly, before he could brace himself his body went flying, his foot getting stuck on a stray shoe that belonged to Thor. At the same time Steve had jumped out, meaning to get the man in the chest, but instead Bucky had landed on him, using him to muffle the landing, earning an “ow man...” in return.

Bucky wanted to move, he really did, but he just couldn’t. He was in a trance, his and Steve’s baby blue eyes made eye contact, without knowing what he was doing, Steve’s body involuntarily leant up: closer to the younger man. His lips never looked more inviting, but all of a sudden a yell broke out in the room.

“Dad! Help! Nat nearly got me!”

The father scrambled up off the floor, his mind going a million miles an hour about what just happened and why it was wrong. He was his best friend. He should only see him as a friend.

Without meaning to, he ran away from him, not bothering to even spare Steve a second glance in search of his daughter, who was now cowered in one of the room's corners, trying not to get shot. Bucky chuckled slightly at the tactic and crossed the room, luckily not being noticed by Tony and Nat who were having a shoot off at each other from their opposite ends in the room.

“Nat nearly got you Ri’?”

“M’ yeah and you weren’t there.”

Guilt coursed through the mans veins as he remembered that he’d left her, but before his mind could go wondering to the events after it, he stopped himself, “sorry munchkin”

“Is’ okay, just don’t do it again dad”

He silently laughed at the sincerity in her voice and grabbed her hand to lead her away from the battle scene so they could get somebody else in the laser tag game. In quiet discussions they settled on Bruce, the one who was most likely to not be paying attention, and if he was it would still be easy to take aim without him seeing.

“Come on Ri, we got this.”

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Haikyuu But They Don’t Play Volleyball (Captains Edition)

Notes: I would like to preface this by saying that I haven’t played sportball since middle school and that was uhhhh??? 6 years ago. I don’t know sports but here we are.

Sawamura Daichi: American Football

He’s the wide receiver. So, he’s running off down the field to catch passes from the quarterback At least that’s what Google said idk i hate football

Daichi’s a pretty decent hunk of dude, but he’s not super big either, so offensive where speed and coordination are more important is the better fit for him

But, he’s not the stereotypical dumb jock that everyone associates with football players

He’s super sweet and gets really good grades, likely taking a few honors classes, but not over-working himself. The boy knows what he can handle academically.

I promise, if you ask him if you can wear his other jersey on Friday to school and to the game? Oh, he’s a flustered mess. He doesn’t understand why’d you want to wear it.

I mean, they’re not comfortable and no matter how much you wash them, they always kind of smell like sweat? But, he likes how you look in it and you always look really happy when you get to wear his jersey.

It looks kind of goofy on you because they weren’t designed for people with, you know, tiddies, and the shoulders don’t fit right either.

But, you don’t care.

You always go get him his favorite snacks and make him a little treat bag every Friday. He’s a WEENIE for it. Daichi low-key feels bad because he never gets you anything? But, sometimes he’ll offer to take you for burgers after the game. football makes him hongry okay

Idk man. Daichi in football pants definitely hits different in my head.

Oikawa Tooru: Tennis

He’s got some incredible power and would probably be really good at sending the ball where he knows his opponent can’t get to it

Just like in volleyball, Oikawa’s tennis serve is feared. It’s stupidly fast and he has impeccable aim

Oikawa is definitely behaving just how you would imagine a tennis player to behave. He’s a little full of himself and probably in the ‘prep’ clique.

He’s not always like that, though, I swear. It’s more of an act than anything else.

In the classroom, he’s really studious and always provides insightful answers that most of the others never thought of.

As a boyfriend? He loves having you at his matches, but Oikawa knows that you find them boring, so he never expects you to show up.

But when you do? This boy is on his best game just to show you that you’re not here for nothing.

Oikawa will try to teach you how to play and he, honestly, is a pretty good teacher. He’ll loan you one of his old rackets and just start by lightly hitting the ball back and forth.

Once you get the hang of it? Tennis dates.

Expect to go with him to the courts at least once a week to play together. If he can convince some of his teammates, you guys will play doubles.

You two usually lose, but it’s really only because he’s trying to make sure that you’re having fun, so he’ll get to goofing off and completely miss a ball that was coming right to him.

I really just want this boy in white shorts and a teal polo sorry

Kuroo Tetsurou: Basketball

Am I saying this because he’s stupidly long? Yes, but also, he has really good reflexes as he is, like, the defense king

He plays power forward, so he’s the most versatile tall person on the court. He’s responsible for rebounding, playing defense, and also racking up easy points.

Kuroo’s really good at zone defenses though. He’s got long limbs so he covers a lot of space and makes it really hard to get past him has absolutely practically cornered someone against the out-of-bounds line all by himself

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Kuroo Tetsurou is a nerd, a dork, a geek, whatever you want to call it. He’s tutoring the others on the team so they can have a full bench come game time.

During games, he’s so focused that it’s really rare if he actually notices that you’re even there.

brb gotta simp over the thought of sweaty Kuroo, wiping his face on his jersey as he waits for someone to shoot their free throws

But, after the game, you’re usually the first person he’s looking for. Kuroo probably asked that you didn’t hug him, because he was all sweaty and definitely smelled, but when you told him it didn’t matter to you and latched onto him anyway?

*SIMPS*

The two of you will shoot hoops at his house once you’re both done with homework. He thinks it’s really funny, watching you squeal and struggle to shoot over him as he tries to block you i promise you tried to shoot a basket and he just CAUGHT it

Bokuto Koutarou: Baseball

No, it is not just because I want to see him in baseball pants. okay maybe just a little

He’s the pitcher and usually mixes between a curve and a fast ball.

Bokuto is also a really good batter? Like, he’s got a lot of power and it’s really common for him to hit doubles and triples.

He’s one of the more cool athletes in school. I wouldn’t necessarily say that he’s popular, but people definitely know who is. He’s more approachable than a lot of the guys on his team, so people tend to like him more

Sit behind home plate at all of his games, if you can. It makes baby so happy, seeing your face light up when he strikes out a batter.

He also tries really hard to have good batting form if he knows that you’re watching him idk he thinks he looks good and that his top-notch form will impress you

it all looks the same to you whoops

You have no choice but to hug him after games. He could be covered in dirt and sweat, but please, please jump into his arms and pepper his face with kisses.

The two of you will be taking a picture and he will be posting it to Instagram and Twitter so the entire world gets to see that his beautiful girl came to support him at his game.

He probably got you a bunch of shirts with his name and number on the back for you to wear.

Always tries really hard to show off for you during games and it makes his coach kind of mad, because he’s gotten out more than once because of it

but he also hits a lot of runners in to score, so it’s a struggle on whether or not bokuto should be made to run poles after the game

Ushijima Wakatoshi: American Football

He’s a linebacker and a really good one too.

The other schools fear him. He’s so intense and will take his opponent down without much of a struggle.

But, he’s really quiet off and on the field, which, arguably, makes him scarier. Like, most of the other guys are talking shit, but then there’s Ushijima and he’s just silent

He doesn’t understand the whole thing about wearing your boyfriend’s football jersey. “Y/N, it’s not going to fit you.” “’Toshi, please?”

He told you that he didn’t care either way. You had a couple of sweatshirts with his name on it, so he didn’t understand why you’d want to wear something that was itchy and big, when you could be comfy

But, then he saw it on you and oh. He gets it now. You looked so good walking into school on Friday with his jersey tucked into your jeans.

He’s not one to love PDA, but he’d probably go to meet you when he sees you, just to give you a kiss on the cheek and hold your hand.

wait oh my god i just got the mental picture of ushi in a football jersey and some dark blue jeans hang on i need water to quench this thirst

Ushijima also doesn’t get why you’re so excited to see him after games, but he’s not going to complain. He’s absolutely smitten when you pretty much lunge into his arms, telling him how well he played

He’ll thank you and probably start rambling about football things and you have no idea what the hell he’s talking about, but you just stare up at him, nodding occasionally as if you know comprehend what he’s saying.

The two of you will probably sit in the parking lot together for hours, just hanging out in the bed of his truck ushi drives a pick-up truck and I will not believe otherwise

or a prius idk why. but it’s either a pick-up truck or a prius

Anyway. I don’t usually simp for Ushi, but uhhhhhh I’m a simp for Ushijima in jeans and a football jersey

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Rejected- Chapter Four

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Four weeks have passed since Jonathan escaped, and Maggie is determined not to let him hurt her or the Avengers again. Deciding that the best way to keep everyone safe is to become one of them, she begins training under Steve’s care, but his ever-growing protectiveness and HYDRA’s repeated attempts to capture her create a rift between them, and neither know if it can be mended.

One Two Three

“What do you mean you’re doing everything you can to find him?” Steve says coldly, eyes on me even though I won’t look at him. “You just said you found him,”

“We found him when I called,” Tony grumbles. “I lost connection again. We last tracked him near here.”

Steve instantly relaxes. “So he has no idea where we are?”

“Not that we know of,” Tony sighs harshly. “I’d follow Eyepatch’s orders and train her. Who knows how long it’ll take to find this guy again.” He hangs up before anyone responds, and I release a harsh breath.

“Maggie,” He says softly, and I force myself to look up, meeting his worried blue eyes.

I force a small smile. “I’m fine. What do you want to eat?”

He purses his lips, moving around the island to wrap his arms around me from behind. “We’ll find him,” He whispers soothingly, pressing a feather light kiss under my ear.

“I know,” I squeeze the hands around my middle, offering a slight smile. His protectiveness can be sweet when it isn’t too extreme. “What do you want to eat?”

He hums, peppering kisses down my neck. “I think we should order a pizza,” He murmurs, pressing a kiss under my jaw. “Maybe rent a movie with Tony’s money.”

I tilt my head back against his shoulder with a small smile, closing my eyes and allowing him more access. “Tony’s going to kill you.”

“Tony will get over it,” he says firmly, making me laugh once. “I gotta take care of my best girl.”

I blush a little, elbowing him as he chuckles. “Punk,” I mutter.

“Where did you learn that?” He whines a little, leaning us back so I open my eyes and meet his.

I smirk. “Tony showed me a few videos.

Steve mutters under his breath. “Let’s get showers and meet back in the living room. I’ll order the pizza and you pick the movie.”

“You haven’t caught up yet?” I ask, grinning as I slip off of the stool.

He swats my butt lightly, and I hop forward, sending him a half-hearted glare as he ignores me and moves towards his phone. “Shower, Margaret.”

I tense, sending him a real glare now, but he keeps his back towards me. I finally sigh harshly and move into the hallway, desperate for a moment without the insanity the last month caused.

…

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Jonathan chides, eyes scanning the security cameras. In front of each desk a guard lies still, a single bullet in each forehead and all eyes staring at nothing. “You can’t hide forever, Margaret.”

…

I make a small noise, snuggling into the warm mass underneath me, and I feel it move. I snap my eyes open quickly to see Steve’s white shirt, his arms tight around my waist and keeping me on top of him. I tilt my head back to see his peaceful face, smiling a little at how relaxed and happy he seems.

“I can feel you staring at me.” He murmurs, and I jump as he opens his eyes to look right at me.

“I was not,” I protest, fighting a blush.

His lips tilt up slightly, catching my attention, and he takes my face in a hand, bringing me close for a chaste kiss before slowly sitting up, giving me time to sit up with him. “I’ll make breakfast.”

I instantly protest. He never gets a vacation. “I can-”

“I want to,” He says firmly, smiling at me. “You think I never get a vacation, but I never take a vacation. I want to do this for you, sweetheart.”

I blush a little, finally sighing and giving in. “I make dinner.” I say stubbornly.

He grins. “Deal.” He leans down, kissing me lightly again to seal the deal, and he moves towards the kitchen as I stretch, seeing the empty pizza boxes on the table and the blanket lying in a wrinkled heap on the floor beside us. I bend down and scoop up the mess and toss the clothes into the laundry before starting to clean up the living room.

“I hope you’re not cleaning everything by yourself in there,” He calls, his back to me.

I still, a pizza box in my hand. “Why not?”

“Because I said I wanted to take care of my girl,” I can hear the smile in his voice as he keeps his eyes on whatever he’s doing.

“You’ve already replaced me as a chef; I can at least clean.” I move towards the kitchen and toss the last of our mess in the trash.

In a split second he moves, spinning me around and pinning me against the counter with his body. My breath catches in my throat, and he grabs the edge of the counter beside me, keeping me trapped as he leans down, his nose almost brushing mine.

“I haven’t replaced you,” He says quietly, his voice low as he studies me. “Your ex-fiance is after you.” I glare, and he speaks before I can reply. “That means I need to protect you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

I purse my lips. “You shouldn’t have to worry about me.”

“I want to,” He says gently. “I love you, Maggie.”

I release a breath. “I love you, too.”

He smiles gently, taking my face in his large hands and pulling me into a sweet kiss. I lose myself in his lips, his smell and warmth surrounding me until-

“Is something burning?” I ask, pulling back with a frown. Steve turns with a curse, taking the pan off of the heat as I laugh at his adorable sadness. “Come on. I’ll teach you how to make something.” Steve pouts a little, coming up beside me, and I roll up a dish towel and swat him in the butt hard, making him jump with a yelp. “Behave.”

“Really?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, and I laugh before running, my soldier right behind me.

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Title: Soulmate Highs Rating: T Summary: Everyone has a soulmate tell. As Stan finds out one day, his is that whatever his soulmates write on their skin appears on his as well. He should be overjoyed, but instead, he’s just nervous his soulmates will find him boring… Ships: Stunny (Stan x Butters x Kenny) Other: For @polyshipprompts Polyship Week, day 2, Soulmate AU.

Oof thought I had an extra day to work on this but nope, I was wrong. >>, Sorry if it seems rushed or lacks the deeper nuisance and trope deconstruction of my other soulmate works. This one is mostly just for an excuse to write this ship.

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“Well,” Kyle took a breath, “that’s a dick alright.”

Stan couldn’t keep his eyes off the crude drawing of a penis across the underside of his arm. One moment, he had nothing there, then the next a line appeared. As if by magic, the rest of the appendage slowly grew across his skin.

“I can’t believe it,” Stan muttered. He’d heard stories of this, but never thought he would experience it. This happened to a second cousin’s hairstylist or a friend of a friend of an aunt’s stepmother. People you didn't ever meet. People who were lucky and excentric. This didn’t happen to normal people like Stan.

“Me neither.” Kyle prodded the drawing with his finger. “You’ve really got your soulmate’s writing on your arm.”

Stan slapped his best friend’s hand away. “They’re not writing to me. I bet they don’t even know it happened.”

Stan covered the drawing, his mind buzzing. Everyone had some way to find their soulmates. Those were the soulmate tells. Some people swapped eye colors. Some were color blind until they touched their soulmate. Some shared fingerprints.

Stan had always assumed he would be someone who shared a birthmark with his soulmate, and, given how small and awkwardly placed his birthmark was on the back of his upper thigh, he would never have a chance to find his soulmate anyway.

Having his soulmate’s drawing just appear threw that theory out the window.

Only one in a few thousand had a soulmate tell like this! A direct line of communication right on his skin!

“I really, really can’t believe this.” Stan felt a goofy smile spread across his face. “I never thought I’d get this lucky.”

“Yeah,” Kyle crossed his legs on the carpet, “you’ve got a really good lot in your love life, Stan. I’m happy for you.”

Stan winced at Kyle’s tone. Kyle wasn’t upset or mad or even jealous, but behind his happiness for Stan, there was a tinge of bitterness.

On Kyle’s wrists were the words ‘thank you, please, come again’. They were either his soulmate’s first words to him or their last. Kyle had long ago adopted a pessimistic outlook that they had to be the first and last, and he would walk out of whatever store they worked at never see his soulmate again.

“Hey, Kyle, I’m sorry,” Stan started, but Kyle held up his hand.

“Dude, it’s fine. Are you going to reply?” Kyle changed the topic back to Stan’s soulmate.

Stan nodded, craning his head around to find a pen or marker. Spotting one under his bed, he moved to his side and reached out his fingers to roll it close enough to grab it.

He spun the blue sharpie in his fingers, thinking what to say. Maybe the direct approach was best. Something like 'Hello? Is this my soulmate?“ Or maybe he could draw a dick back. Give his soulmate the first impression that he was a chill dude.

Before Stan could decide, teal blue words scrawled across his arm under the dick drawing.

"Wow! Did you draw this? Are you my soulmate?” the words said, with an arrow pointing to the drawing and a wide smiling face.

Stan frowned, twisting his arm around. Why would his soulmate reply to their drawing? Unless…

The original purple ink wrote under the teal blue, “I guess I am! If I knew today my arm drawings would reach my soulmate, I would have drawn something more classy than a dick! lol”

“You don’t just have one soulmate, you have two.” Kyle gasped. “Shit, dude. Now you have to reply.”

Stan nodded, uncapping the marker with his teeth. He spat the cap out and held the marker over his arm, just under purple’s response.

“Wowie, golly, and here I thought I’d never have a soulmate. I wasn’t born with weird eyes or marks or nothing. Where you?” Teal ended their question with an oversized question mark, right where Stan was about to write.

“I gotta mole in the shape of Louisiana on the bottom of my foot, but that’s it.” Purple drew a rough outline of the Pelican State.

“I’ve never been to Louisiana. I don’t think I’ve ever been off Hawaii.”

Stan sucked in a breath. “He’s from Hawaii?” He exclaimed as Purple wrote, “You’re from HAWAII?!?!?!”

“Yup!” Teal added a stick figure surfing on a wave.

Instead of replying directly, Purple drew sunglasses on the stick figure then added a speech bubble proclaiming, “Cool!”

Stan grinned at their antics. He was sure he’d like Purple’s personality, and Teal must have so many stories from living in a tropical paradise.

“So, are you going to eavesdrop or tell them?” Kyle asked, leaning back. He snapped a photo with his phone. A second later, Stan’s phone lit up with a SnapChat notification. Stan capped the marker and picked up his phone, already knowing what the notification was about.

“Local Love Struck Doofus To Scared to Talk To Soulmates. More At 10,” the caption on the picture read.

Kyle smirked as Stan flipped him the bird.

“I’ll talk to them, I just…I need to find the right time to jump into the conversation.” Stan twisted his arm to see the continuing conversation his soulmates were having.

“So where do YOU live?” Teal asked.

“I live in the Colorado mountains,” Purple added a winter hat to the surfing figure then a few snowflakes.

“Kyle, he lives in Colorado!” Stan scrambled to sit on his knees and shoved his arm in Kyle’s face. “In the mountains, like you do! Maybe you know him?”

“There are a lot of mountain towns,” Kyle fell back to keep Stan’s arm from his vision, “and besides, if he lives in South Park, too, he’ll definitely know about you. Everyone in South Park and Middle Park knows about 'Tegrity Farms. It’s where most of the town gets its weed.”

He waved his hand around as if clearing pot smoke from the room. “I guess that works out well for you, then. Having one live in the same state.”

Stan’s stomach fell to his knees. He hadn’t thought of that. What would his soulmates think that he lived on a cannabis farm? There is no way they wouldn’t think less of him for knowing how to make pot butter.

For probably the millionth time, Stan cursed his dad for moving them out of the mountains ten years ago when he was five to start 'living naturally and in one with nature.’

Stan tossed the marker onto his bed before flopping onto his stomach on the floor.

He held out his arm and stared at the conversation.

“Do you snowboard?! Sled? I’ve never seen snow before!” Teal wrote.

“Sledding yes, but not snowboarding. I know how to ski a little.” Purple added a bear surfing alongside the stick figure. “It’s pretty boring here. I like it like that, though.”

Teal started to write something, but Purple wrote over him with another question.

“What’s your name? We should probably know lol.”

“My name is Leopold, but everyone calls me Butters–it’s a long story.”

So Teal Ink was Leopold–Butters. It would take a while for Stan to get used to calling someone 'Butters,’ but he was sure he could do it if he had to.

“Butters? Like what’s on toast?”

The last few letters in 'toast’ curved up so they didn’t overlap a part of the earlier conversation.

“Brb, gonna wash my arm off,” Purple said in the middle of the penis drawing.

“Me too,” Teal added under.

“Well, this seems as good of break in the conversation as any,” Kyle commented, tracing the words on his wrist with his fingers. “Wait for them to wash it off, then say you’re here too.”

Stan chewed his lip. “Yeah, maybe…”

Hearing the nervous tone in his voice, Kyle rolled his eyes. He stood and brushed his pants off.

“Where are you going?” Stan demanded to know as Kyle strolled towards the door. “ You can’t leave me while this is going on.”

“I’m coming right back.” Kyle pulled open the door. “You know my mom doesn’t let me eat at your house. Do you want me to pick you up anything while I’m out?”

Stan sighed. In retrospect, he should be glad he was able to keep up a friendship with Kyle at all after he moved away, but all the rules and regulations Mrs. Broflovski put on Kyle when he came down to visit were such pains in the ass.

“Yeah, there is a new gas station if you turn left and head East instead of back up towards South Park. They have that macha Monster I like and awesome chicken veggie pizza.” Stan pushed himself up to pick up his wallet from his desk. He took out a ten and handed it to Kyle.

Kyle nodded, pocketing the money. “Ok, macha monster, chicken veggie pizza. Got it. Don’t get another tattoo while I’m on a food run.” He smirked as Stan slapped a hand over his hip.

“That happened one time and you won’t let me live it down,” Stan muttered, tracing the poorly done paw print tattoo through his shirt. Some older kids from Stan’s school had invited them to a party, where Stan had been talked into being a canvas for an eleventh-grade amateur tattoo artist.

Kyle had tried to talk him out of it, but the artist was so pretty, Stan couldn’t say no and waited until Kyle left to grab something to eat back upstairs before allowing her to make the paw outline on his upper hip.

“Nope.”

As Kyle headed down the hall and the steps, Stan stuck his head out of his room to shout, “And get me a Twix, too.”

“Are you going to stress eat all night over this?” Kyle yelled back, the top of his head disappearing down the stairs.

“I just fucking might!”

“Stanley, language!” His mom shouted from downstairs.

After calling down an apology, Stan went back to his room and sat at his desk. He eyed the cup of pens, markers, and pencils. It would only take one mark for his worrying to end. If they were his soulmates, then what his family did for a living shouldn’t bother them too much, right?

Stan’s hand hovered over an uncapped ballpoint pen sitting straight up in the cup. His arm was clear of ink now. This was his chance.

Just as his fingers brushed the pen, Butters replied.

“That’s better and yes my nickname is Butters like what goes on toast ha-ha!”

“That’s awesome dude,” Purple replied a moment later. “My name’s Kenny btw.”

Stan dropped his arm to the desktop, heaving a sigh.

He couldn’t do it.

Resting his cheek on the cool wood of the desk, Stan watched his soulmates get to know more about each other, unaware of their third partner’s eyes on their words.

Butters and Kenny went on to fill up his arm several times with chit chat and doodles. Butters was quite the artist and covered his wrist with vines and flowers twice. Kenny was funny as hell and made Stan have to cover his mouth to keep quiet before his parents came barging in.

They seemed like amazing soulmates.

After erasing their arm conversations again, Butters asked, “Could you do me a favor Kenny?”

“Sure, what?” Kenny wrote back.

“I have a tattoo. I got it to piss off my parents last year. Do you have it now? Or does it only count if I get another?”

Stan’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t even thought about if old ink still counted. He pulled up his shirt and stared at the faded green-black paw print.

“You have a tat? That’s sick dude! What is it? Where is it? I’ve always wanted one but couldn’t afford to go to a good place.”

“Thank you! I designed it myself. It’s on my left shoulder. Check yours!”

Heart pounding in his ears, Stan slowly rolled up his sleeve. Just before his shoulder, he stopped, shaking. Forcing courage through his body, he rolled it up completely to see a T-like shape in a box with the word 'Chaos’ written under it. Each of the word’s letters was in a different font style. Unlike Stan’s simple outline, this tattoo had shading that made the weird box shape look like metal.

“Oh, no…” Stan whimpered. He spun around and dove onto his bed where he left his phone. He didn’t bother to try texting. Pressing Kyle’s number, he held the phone up to his ear.

Three rings and Kyle picked up. “Yes, Stan?”

“Butters has a tattoo–and now I have one too. Another one. They’ll know I’m here when they see my tattoo.” Stan started to pace his room. “What do I do?”

“Just tell them! Who cares what they’re talking about. Just write on yourself that you’re their other soulmate and live happily ever after or whatever.” Kyle’s voice sounded irritated. “It’s not hard, Stan.”

“You don’t get it, Kyle! My family lives on a cannibis farm. I’m not funny or artistic like they are. I’m just…you know a normal joe. Nothing special.” Stan threw his arm out and brushed the back of his hand across his pen cup, knocking the whole thing over.

Pens and markers scattered on the floor, several rolling under the desk.

Stan swore, running his hand through his hair.

“Dude, I am not letting you have perfect access to meeting your soulmates and throwing it away because you’re a coward. Don’t make me take matters into my own hands, Stanley,” Kyle threatened.

“I am not a coward–”

The sound of coins and cash hitting a glass counter came through the phone.

“I have to help my love-struck, doofus best friend talk to his soulmates. Keep the change,” Kyle told someone. To Stan, he continued, “you have until I’ve driven back to 'Tridgey Farm to do it yourself, or I will sit on you and write it myself.”

Stan shuddered. He’d known Kyle since they were both in diapers. He could and would do what he threatened. No doubt about that. he would pin him down and write bluntly something like “This is your other soulmate’s best friend. He is too much of a wuss to talk to you two. His name is Stan.” right across his arm in black ink.

Stan slumped down in his chair, burying his face in his arms.

“Why can’t I have a colorblind soulmate tell or anything else? This isn’t fair…” Stan whined.

“Don’t know what to tell you. At least you know you’ll be able to meet yours and not walk out on them forever…” Kyle muttered bitterly. “Just–oh, shoot. That’s the clerk coming to my car. Well, you just got yourself another few minutes.”

He hung up before Stan could speak.

Stan repeatedly dropped his forehead against the desk. What was he going to do? He couldn’t let Kyle get here and do it. That would make him look like a total loser!

Deciding that reading Butters and Kenny’s conversation might calm him down, he rolled his head towards his arm.

A mark of blue ink ran down the back of his hand from his knuckles to just past his wrist.

“Did you do that? Are you ok?” Kenny asked, drawing an arrow to the blue streak.

“No, I didn’t draw that.” Butters drew a frowny face.

“Is there someone else here? Helloooooooo?”

Stan watched the final o and question mark appear on his skin. He heaved a sigh and sat up. He reached for a pen, only to remember he knocked the pen cup from his desk a moment before.

Shaking his head, he bent over and picked up the first pen he found.

“Ollie ollie oxen free!” Butters wrote. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Swallowing down his nerves, Stan pressed the pen to his skin.

“Sorry.” He wrote then added, “I’m Stan.”

“What?! So, there are three of us here? Triple soulmates?!” Butters then drew a big heart. “I woke up today thinking I had none and before noon I got three? How lucky!”

“Noon?” Stan asked himself, then remember Hawaii was a few hours behind.

“Cool, man. How long have you been watching?” Kenny asked.

Stan considered lying that he had just woke up, but decided against it. Best foot forward didn’t involve lies.

“An hour? I saw the dick. I was,” Stan paused, “nervous.”

“Wow. That’s cute.”

He could almost hear the tease in Kenny’s words as if he had spoken them, but somehow he didn’t mind it. Instead, he wondered what they really sounded like, or even what they looked like. Kenny seemed like the kind of guy to have a lopsided smile. Butters probably spoke with his hands, Stan guessed.

The whole conversation he’d read, they had given vague descriptions of themselves. Both of them were blonds with blue eyes and his age, fifteen, but nothing else.

“It’s ok! I was nervous, too,” Butters made a smiley face, “but with three of us, will we have room on our arms anymore?”

“If we write really tiny…” Kenny let his handwriting grow smaller and smaller until the n and y were barely readable.

Stan snorted a laugh. In his tiniest handwriting, he asked, “Does anyone have a Discord or something?”

“I do! It’s ProfChaos172, my hamster is my pfp.” Butters announced with a picture of a hamster in a square box.

“I do but could you wait a few minutes? Don’t have wifi in the house,” Kenny admitted. “Gimme ten minutes to get to the library.”

“Wait, first, there is something I have to say if you even want to really include me in your lives.” Stan steeled himself. “Dad moved us to a pot farm when I was 5. Other than that I’m boring compared to you two…Idk if you want a boring soulmate like me.”

“A POT FARM?! HOLY SHIT!” Kenny drew a big, purple cannabis leaf. “Dude, that’s not boring.”

“I don’t think it’s possible to have a boring farm life no matter what farm you’re on,” Butters announced.

A weight lifted off Stan’s shoulders. With a smile on his lips, he placed his fingertips over the top of his soulmates’ last words. Knowing they wouldn’t think he was weird or boring because of his farm life, Stan wrote down his discord name and told Kenny he and Butters would wait ten minutes before attempting to contact each other.

Once Kenny wished them both goodbye, Stan bent down to turn on his computer. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the desk as the discord logo spun around. Updates, of course. It’ll take forever for all of them to download.

Leaning back, Stan took out his phone and pulled up Kyle’s contact. If Kyle was driving, should he just text him? Calling would be faster, but would Kyle even pick up? He only got his license a month ago and was a very careful driver.

Just as Stan went to open a text message, his phone rang. Kyle was calling him.

“Perfect,” Stan mumbled before answering, “Hey, Kyle, good news. You don’t have to hold me down. I did it.”

“Oh, yeah, cool for you, Stan. Good job,” Kyle replied absentmindedly.

“Kyle? You sound distracted?” Stan strained his ears. He couldn’t hear any engine rumbling or radio or the wind. Hadn’t Kyle left yet?

Someone asked a question, and Kyle covered the phone to answer.

“Kyle?” Stan shouted into the phone as discord finally loaded. He already had a request from ProfChaos172 waiting. His profile picture was a cute cream-colored hamster. It even had a little cape on. Stan made a note to send a picture of his dog Sparky right away. Did Kenny have any pets? That topic would be a great starting off point for all three of them to talk, and it wouldn’t be hard to steer the conversation that way, either.

“Stan, you are not going to believe what happened at the gas station.”

“You got the final punch in your free pizza card,” Stan guessed as he pulled up his file folder of Sparky pictures.

“No, better,” Kyle laughed. “Do you know Jimmy Valmer?”

“Yeah. He’s in my class. Funny guy.”

“He works at the gas station you sent me to, and do you know what his Soulmate tell is? It’s like mine, words on his wrist.” Kyle continued, excitement growing in his voice. “You know what the words are?” He didn’t give Stan time to answer. “'I have to help my love-struck, doofus best friend talk to his soulmates. Keep the change’.”

Stan furrowed his brow. “No. No way. Isn’t that what you said while you were on the phone a bit ago?”

“Uh-huh! And Jimmy told me 'Thank you, please come again’! Do you know what that means? We’re soulmates!” Kyle shouted. “I found my soulmate. Life is great!” Stan could almost see Kyle jumping to his feet as he announced his joy to the gas station parking lot.

Stan held the phone from his ear, but couldn’t help but smile. After years of moping and being bitter about it, Kyle ended up finding his soulmate after all. Stan would have to rub the irony of it in Kyle’s face sometime.

“Aren’t we just a lucky pair of boys tonight.” Stan chortled to himself. “Are you coming back here?”

“Nah, I’m staying in the parking lot to talk with Jimmy until I have to head back up the mountain. I called to tell you that so you didn’t worry,” Kyle explained. “I’ll pay you back for your pizza next time I see you.”

“No, it’s fine. Consider it a gift for urging me to talk to Kenny and Butters.” Stan smiled fondly at the computer screen. Only a couple more minutes now until Kenny showed up.

“Thanks, man,” Kyle replied. “I think I’m going to go now. Have fun chatting with your soulmates.”

“Have fun chatting with yours.” Stan hung up as a request to join a private group chat with ProfChaos174 and 6969SexyBeastMcCormick6969 appeared on his screen.

Without missing a beat, Stan moved his mouse and accepted the invite.

#stan marsh #kenny mccormick #butters stock #stunny #stan x kenny x butters #one-shot #polyshipweek #kyle broflovski

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x01 “Stranger in a Strange Land”

oh boy WHAT A GOOD START

03:13pm

I AM READY (slash not ready at all) FOR CAS BEING VERY SAD ABOUT DEAN FOR MULTIPLE EPISODES STRAIGHT (slash not straight at all)

i know almost nothing about this season besides dean being micheal for longer than he was a demon, and cas being :< the saddest puppy

03:15

yoooo i need to go find some headphones because i can hear all the BLRAHAHRGAH but voices are muffled

brb

03:18

headphones acquired

now let’s do this recap again

i paused on alexander’s boobs

i still don’t get why breasts are censored and non-breasts are not. like. they’re literally the same just less squishy???

WHOA THESE HEADPHONES HAVE BASS. i haven’t heard bass in months

okay no the issue with voices is the video file, not my speakers

welp guess i gotta just deal with it and squint at the screen because somehow that makes it easier to hear shit idk

03:22

still mid-key bummed about gabriel and dean yelling “gabe no!!!”

03:23

sam driving the impala alone is such a sad sight

i can head the adhan (muslim call the prayer) in the background

pffffff of course michael goes to arabia

i guess he teleported.... i guess that’s better than taking poor dean on a plane

oh wait the adhan was on dean’s phone??? jsdfghd unsure what to make of that

oH MY GOD MICHEL IS MUSLIM

THIS MAKES ME WEIRDLY HAPPY

IDK WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK OF THIS BUT I AM A FAN

oh wait never mind that’s nOT DEAn

IT LOOKED LIKE HIM OKAY, in profile, lying in bed

WHOOPS

oh god this guy better not die

i feel such immediate fondness

please let him be gentle and loving and important and not a terrorist or a red shirt

THIS IS MAKING ME SO EMOTIONAL I HAVEN’T HEARD ANYONE SAYING THESE PRAYERS IN SO LONG

one time i was in the school playground and i think someone asked if i could speak any other language and i said nope but i could say that prayer...... and they made me repeat so they could laugh at me again

also the dude skipped a whole surah (verse) and a hands-on-the-knees-bow before sijda (kneeling)

i guess it’s a timing thing but jsdgjgd INACCURACY

03:32

JENSEN PRAYING LIKE THAT PROBABLY SHOULDN’T BE A TURN-ON BUT WOWWW

PLEASE DO THAT A LOT MORE

his pronunciation was so beautiful, shoutout to whichever dialect coach sat there helping him say it right

03:34

“if you really cared about peace, you never would’ve left syria”

MICHEAL IS AN ASSHOLE

03:35

micheal: “you’re lost, and not worth saving”

definitely two distinct destiel concepts turned on their heads in six words there

cas’ “when he first laid his hand on you in hell, he was LOST”

and dean’s “you don’t think you deserve to be saved”

03:38

ooooo nice title card with the flapping wings

03:39

it’s so nice seeing the bunker crowded with good guys

03:39

this guy: sam season 18

500 other people probably made this joke already

03:42

sam: “maggie, can you hack the traffic cams on the freeway?”

maggie: “um................... no?”

relatable

03:44

BOBBY AND JACK YAYYY

god this makes me wanna write all the AUs where it’s not weird that character x is alive at the same time as character y. i know i do that a lot anyway but I WANT MORE

03:47

southern suit guy: “castiel... darling”

cas: “oh god” >:|

i love how cas is so done with everything and everyone, forever

my love for him knows no bounds

and i love that cas is still curious enough to ask “what did you just order?”

03:50

cas: *very calm, very stern, very slow* “does any demon know where dean winchester is?”

*throws monster against tree* “WHERE’S THE ANGEL”

03:51

demon: “and how is it you lost dean? i thought the two of you were joined at the.......” *gestures to crotch* “you know... everything”

IS IT QUEERBAITING OR IS IT JUST QUEER WE JUST DON’T KNOW

BUT I’M ENJOYING IT

I’LL FUCKING TAKE IT, THANK YOU ANDREW DABB

03:54

oh cas :c

poor cas

he probably needs to read “how to win friends and influence people” tbh

if his first port of call to bargaining with demons is threatening them, that’s not getting him anywhere in the long run

not saying he deserved getting beaten up by a gang (hell no) but he probably could’ve offered, like, an angel feather or something

also whenever something bad happens to cas what makes me saddest is knowing that somewhere in the world there are people grinning with glee and taking it as confirmation that the character is worthless

i probably shouldn’t think about that but i do anyway

03:58

oh hey danneel!!! i didn’t know she’d be back, i’m glad she is

03:59

michael: “you don’t recognise me with this pretty face?”

1. michael thinks dean is pretty

2. i wonder how many casual viewers aren’t aware these two are married

04:02

you know what i find interesting

jensen seems to be able to control his face so that he doesn’t look obviously attracted to danneel in this scene (besides the chin touch)

i think his pupils are slightly dilated but that might be the low light

which leads me to believe

1. he’s trying extra hard because He’s Married To Her (and micheal has intense facial control anyway)

1.1. he doesn’t try so hard with misha because he doesn’t realise he’s doing it

2. he does the hearteyes and lip-licks with misha/cas on purpose because DEAN is attracted to cas

or ALL OF THE ABOVE

(and while 1.1 and 2 may seem to conflict, i theorise that jensen allows his natural reactions to show because he knows he likes misha and knows dean likes cas??)

anyway my point is that he showed less outward attraction to his wife than he does to his boyfriend and there’s probably a good reason for that and jensen was thinking about it while acting

04:08

the way michael hisses when he says “a placccccee..” and wobbles his head when he says “it’s very very human of you” reminds me of kaa from the jungle book (specifically the scarlett johannson live action/cgi version)

he a snek

micheal: “if they’re all these sad... lost... fallen things, maybe they’re not worth saving either”

clearly this guy never heard the story about the starfish