#ofc jack wants jack to be safe and safe out the threat but...

[shallowseeker]

that tag about castiel kowtowing to billie's plan because dean punished him kind of confuses me? i know it's not your words, to be clear. because dean didn't really punish him he just snapped at him about not following the plan and castiel left on his own. i just don't think i would use the word "punish", and since castiel was clinging onto destiny so hard, it's possible his own despairing led him to be okay with jack sacrificing himself. he let dean sacrifice himself in 11x23 after all

Eagle eyes! Ha!

To be honest, I think perhaps that ask is a reaction to how difficult it is to see Dean and Cas turn their back on the principles they stand for.

I have another post/meta I'm working on about this very topic.. it's taking me a while to get my thoughts coherent. On the whole, although the ask is strongly worded, I think they do have a point. Dean flung his grief and frustration onto Cas after Rowena died, verbalizing anger at Cas for not sticking to Belphagor's plan.

(In reality: Dean is frustrated because there's so much hurt left and right, and Cas, as spouse-coded partner, can't make it better. Note: Cas, handcuffed by The Empty's deal, pulled away emotionally in s14, trying to solve things on his own and protect his loved ones from a safe emotional distance. That said, he had resolved to loop Dean in on the painful truths of Jack's condition, but unfortunately for him, the Mary disaster happened while he was literally on his way home to come clean.)

At the end of season 14, we had Dean clinging to Chuck's plan, then whiplashing away from Chuck's plan, then swinging back to following Belphagor's plan and getting mad at Cas. All of this is grounded in loss. Dean is getting to a breaking point, to a place where he'd rather temporarily bow to someone's manipulations/ministrations if it means his loved ones can stay alive.

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But yeah. I think it's a very complicated situation, and while I think Dean "punishing Cas" for not following The Plan could be a subconscious element to their being willing to fall in line with Billie on the backend of season 15, I'm definitely more in the camp of Dean and Cas clinging to the tenuously restored family mostly out of fear.

And as I'll expand upon in my Cas shpill when I'm done adding screenshots... It's also about Cas's not-so-hidden temper/anger in season 15. His euphemisms of "meeting destiny" to fight Chuck seems just as tied up with revenge/anger at Chuck as Dean's actions are, but he's dressing it up in the language of duty (imho).

[sincerelyhannahx]

reading 'a curse for true love' for the first time

'caraval' was my favourite fantasy series until i read 'once upon a broken heart' and i have been WAITING for the waterstones edition paperback of 'a curse for true love' to come out for over a year (its got to match the rest of my set - the reader girlies get it) AND NOW I FINALLY HAVE IT!!! and i always wish i could read my favourite books for the first time again so this might help me relive this experience.

this goes without saying but there will be spoilers for 'a curse for true love' by stephanie garber up ahead (albeit without context) so just a heads-up for that.

my first time reading 'ouabh' and 'tbona' i was like apollo, you're a bitch. my second time reading 'ouabh' and 'tbona' i was like apollo, you're less of a bitch. so now i'm going into this one very conflicted. obviously erasing eva's memories is a big no but i don't think it was out of malice... although i'm expecting to be proven wrong.

why do i feel like martine is marisol? or someone else relevant. i'm going to be second guessing everyone because they could literally just lie and i'd have no idea.

SHE'S SEVENTEEN??? i knew that but jesus christ she is a child.

omg a new gentleman??? JACKS??? nvm its kristof. i got excited for nothing. where's jacks? i miss him.

OMFG SHE'S REMEMBERING THE CLIFF JUMP FROM 'TBONA' AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH that's so valid i think about it all the time too bestie.

wait apollo pov??? OHHHHMYYYYGOODDDDDDD!!!!!!

this is interesting character development for apollo i like it. i like that his 'death' changed him and we're not just back to square one.

lmaoooo ofc luc ran away.

oh shit yeah the valors are back. why did i assume they'd just be sat in the vault the whole time? obviously they're going to be up and about doing things.

GET PREGNANT WITH AN HEIR??? 1) let's circle back to the fact she is SEVENTEEN??? 2) then let's circle back to the fact SHE DOES NOT REMEMBER THIS MAN, that's literally sexual assault no thanks let's not do that.

wait tiberius gave him the scars? that's odd. why? give me the reasoning.

what has this wanted poster done to jacks' face??? just say you're jealous and move on.

EVANGELINE FOX AND THE PRINCE OF HEARTS!!! this is the one you want to be reading eva.

garrick you bitch.

noooooooo the engagement is over??? i mean i know it was inevitable but sorry for wanting my girl lala to be happy.

ooh what's this scroll?

'please come!' OMG IS THIS LALA??? SHE WAS DESCRIBED WITH SILVER HAIR BEFORE??? LALA IS THIS YOU??? i'm clowning so hard rn.

SOMEONE PUSHED HER??? wait why do i actually not know who. like who's the villain? there's apollo but he genuinely cares for eva... even if he's going about it in all the wrong ways. wait is this him to be like 'told you its not safe'? omg istg if it is.

awww wait this is like the story of how her parents met. that's cute.

jacks??? JACKS??? JACKS!!! sorry but who tf is evangeline i only know little fox.

omg memories from the hollow i'm going to cry.

NAHHHHH SHUT THE FUCK UP - WE GET A JACKS POV??? HOLD UP I NEED TO DO A LAP AROUND MY ROOM OMG!!! stephanie garber i love you.

jacks you're so down bad i'm laughing out loud.

'you can call me archer' OH WE ARE SO BACK ALEXA PLAY THE ARCHER.

'or i'll toss you off this bridge' help you can't lie anymore jacks i see right through you and your empty threats. you won't do shit.

okay but why is he training her? who's trying to kill her? or is he just paranoid? well obviously not if someone pushed her down a well. and this wouldn't be the first time she'd died. but even so give me names. tiberius? marisol? luc?

THE KNIFE!!! that whole scene was crazy but THE KNIFE!!!

... wait he's twenty? but evangeline's seventeen. what age are you considered an adult in the north? please help. (i know jacks is like a thousand or whatever but that's different.)

OMG IT WAS APOLLO THAT PUSHED HER!!! not him specifically BUT STILL HIM!!! THAT BASTARD!!! AND HE'S TORTURING INNOCENT PEOPLE TO TAKE THE BLAME??? nah fuck this guy this ain't protective this is batshit insane.

okay nvm i think martine is just a maid. she's probably not marisol.

wait if she goes to the hollow will her memories come back because curses don't work there? idk if its a memory curse but that could be a shout... or i just want an excuse to go to the hollow again.

i thought i wasn't going to like aurora but ykw she's a girlie™

is the employer apollo? i know he arranged for her to be pushed down a well but this seems a bit dramatic. like is he okay?

shit the fortunas are gone that's big. OMG THIS WAS CHAOS WASN'T IT? or castor now ig. BUT HE WAS THE MONSTER FROM THE VALORY and its also strange we haven't seen him yet.

NVM APOLLO IS A CONFIRMED PSYCHOPATH - SERIOUSLY IS HE OKAY?

no don't kiss him eva; he's just stabbed a child.

I KNEW IT WAS CASTOR which probably wasn't too hard to figure out but i'm giving myself credit where i can.

so i'm going to need jacks to become human again by the end of this or i don't know what i'm going to do. give my man his humanity back.

TRUSTING BYRON OVER AURORA??? yeah sorry eva we're not agreeing on this one. girl code says never trust a guy over a girl.

THIS IS WHAT I SAID NEVER TRUST A MAN FOR FUCKS SAKE. wait petra. oh well this has just got more interesting.

oh eva :(

JACKS!! FRIENDS DON'T STAB EACH OTHER!! although realistically chaos should have died long ago so that's just the universe righting itself. although by that logic evangeline should also be dead. but if chaos died when he was supposed to then she wouldn't have died so the universe owes her one.

oh nvm he's not dead.

'I AM A MONSTER BUT I'M YOUR MONSTER, EVANGELINE' EVERYBODY SHUT UP I'M GOING TO START CRYING AGAIN.

THEY'RE BACK IN THE HOLLOW I AM WEEPING.

'ONE BED' I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY TO SEE TWO WORDS IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!! well maybe except for little fox. BUT EVAJACKS ONE BED TROPE THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED!!!

are his eyes bloodshot because he cries blood? don't do this to me stephanie garber i'm fragile.

SHE REMEMBERS AAHHHHH OKAY ITS HAPPENING THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS THE REAL THING PEOPLE BRACE YOURSELVES wait where did jacks go?

I AM AN AURORA VALOR STAN I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS!

nvm the whole thing was aurora's fault. although ykw i don't even care, that's just gaslight gatekeep girlboss behaviour.

apollo. you and me are going to have words. you need a serious reality check.

LALA I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH THE BESTIES ARE BACK TOGETHER!!! eva, lala, aurora - girlie trio that's all i want.

'what's the point of having friends if they're not there to support your bad decisions?' after drinking way too much wine - they are so girlhood.

NOPE DON'T TRUST HIM THIS ISN'T JACKS WHEN HAS HE EVER USED THE NAME 'PET'. wait no no no no no no this is apollo. this must be what aurora gave him to make evangeline love him. HE'S PRETENDING TO BE JACKS!!!

nvm its not apollo. BUT IT STILL ISN'T JACKS.

aurora valor i love you so much.

the way aurora is the villain now and i still can't bring myself to hate her.

AURORA PUT THE ARCHER'S CURSE ON JACKS DIDN'T SHE?

ohhh wait dane is dane valor. i thought the brother of aurora's that lala was in love with was castor. why are there so many valors i can't remember them all i was like who the hell is dane? but then why was there such a vibe between lala and castor...

see aurora isn't entirely evil (but even if she was, i'd still support her).

"ONLY A GIRL WHO WILL NEVER LOVE JACKS CAN SURVIVE THE KISS" that's so funny go donatella you absolute legend.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"YOU WERE DYING" "NO I JUST FORGOT HOW TO BREATHE" OOOOOOHHHHHHHMYYYYYGGOOOODODDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

omg apollo can you actually go away. like i'm over this now.

'it is. its taking you.' AHAHAHA OMG GET FUCKED APOLLO

its over. i'm not ready. stephanie garber please write a fourth one. i don't need a plot or any conflict. a sitcom-esque fourth book with domestic evajacks. please. that's all i need. i'm so empty without it.

[440mxs-wife]

Treasure Quest, Chapter 5: Going Home

Pairing: Captain Dean x Rhaya Payton (OFC, eventual) Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester, Jack Kline, Captain Keira, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Arthur Ketch, Lucifer. Mentioned: Kelly Kline, Lord Ashton Kane, Lord Darius Payton (OMC's), Darcy (OFC)

Word Count: 4948

Warnings: Angst, Jealousy, Kidnapping, Threats, Mild Violence, Consumption of Alcohol

Series Summary: Rhaya Payton is the daughter of the governor of Ochana. She grew up listening to her father tell her stories of pirates and treasure maps. At a gala one night, her stepmother, Carissa, announces Rhaya’s engagement to Ashton Kane, a wealthy nobleman. Only problem is, no one checked with Rhaya first. After overhearing plans made by her fiancé, Rhaya decides to go on the run and stows away on Captain Dean’s ship. What will happen when he finds her?

This Chapter: Hoo boy, get ready for a ride, everyone. Harvelle's is the place to celebrate that ship and crew have returned safely. But not everyone at the bar is enamored with the new arrival. Those tasked with bringing Rhaya home to Ochana have caught up with her, and intend to fulfill their contract. Will it be a peaceful meeting, or will Rhaya put up a fight? Tune in and find out. Enjoy!

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"ELLEN!!" Dean boomed out as he burst through the door. "A round of your finest brews for the returning crew of The Black Diamond!" he bellowed enthusiastically.

Ellen Harvelle smiled and shook her head before coming out from behind the bar to give the returning crew a welcoming hug. Her daughter, Jo, accompanied Captain Dean, as did Sam, Jessica, and a few of the other crew members.

Partway through the greetings, Ellen's eyes landed on someone she hadn't seen before. Among the group was a strikingly gorgeous woman with warm, brown eyes and whose strawberry-blond hair was held in place by a French braid. Her eyes followed the woman trailing after Dean, hand-on-hand, on their way to the corner table.

Jo rounded the corner of the counter to help her mother with the drink order. Every once in a while her eyes shifted, only to cast a glare at the woman sitting next to Dean at his table. This did not escape her mother's notice, so when the last pint glass was filled, Ellen walked over to Jo.

"Who's the lady with Dean?" Ellen asked.

Jo scoffed. "She's not with Dean, Mother, she was caught stowing away on his ship, and he didn't do anything about it," she retorted.

Ellen paused, fully aware of her daughter's feelings towards The Black Diamond's captain. "Huh," she replied. "She's mighty pretty, though. She got a name?"

Jo continued to glare at the group in the corner, specifically Rhaya. "Her name is Rhaya Payton," she answered with a posh accent. "I don't know much about her, but I already don't like her. Said she ran away and ended up on Dean's boat because her stepmother arranged for her to marry some hoity-toity nobleman or something."

Ellen reached for the tray of drinks, then pulled her hands back. "Wait a minute. From Ochana? If she's the one I think she is, that's the governor's daughter. He thinks she's been kidnapped!" she exclaimed.

Before Jo could reply to her mother's revelation, Dean came up to the bar. "Hello, ladies. Came to see if I could help carry the drinks back to the table," he offered.

"You can take that tray if you want, Dean," Ellen gestured. "BUT. Before you do, who's that lady you brought in with you?" she wondered.

A soft smile crept across Dean's face. "That's Rhaya Payton from Ochana," he answered without his eyes leaving Rhaya's face.

"The governor's daughter?" Ellen asked cautiously, to which Dean nodded. "You know there's a reward for her return, don't you?"

Dean's gaze shifted to Ellen. "No, I don't know anything about that, and I'm not interested. We're only here in port long enough to re-supply. After that, I'm taking her and a skeleton crew out on a separate matter."

"I heard the reward was 50,000 gold pieces," Jo added.

"Doesn't matter about that. This other mission is worth much more than that, and it gets Rhaya out of an arranged marriage," Dean explained.

"Since when do you care about some spoiled, entitled governor's daughter and whether or not she's 'suffering' from an arranged marriage," Jo muttered.

Dean shot her an astonished look, but before he could respond, Rhaya walked up on his right side. "Hey there, can I help you, Dean?" she inquired, resting a hand on the bar top. 

"Nah, I got it, sweetheart," Dean answered her with a wink, but shot a glare at Jo over his shoulder as he walked away.

She was about to follow when Jo grabbed her wrist. "You're nothing special, you know. Dean's got a girl in nearly every port from here to the Mythic Islands, don't you?" Jo taunted.

"That far, huh? It doesn't really surprise me, because the Captain is a rather charismatic man," Rhaya shrugged. "You seem to be upset about it, though."

Jo scowled then returned her face to what she hoped was a somewhat neutral mask. "Why would I be? Especially since I'm the one he comes home to in Alcaria," she grinned smugly.

But Rhaya was undeterred. "Hmm. Maybe so, but I don't recall him mentioning you during any of our 'midnight meetings' on the journey to get here," she sassed. She wrenched her wrist out of Jo's grasp and sashayed back to the table. When she sat down in her chair, Dean draped his arm across the back of her chair.

From her position behind the bar, Jo seethed with anger. To her, it seemed that she had been replaced by some governor's daughter, an outsider. She's not even his type, she inwardly raged. We've known each other for nearly forever, and no high society girl is going to take him away from me, she silently vowed.

A dark-haired man with hazel eyes approached the bar. "Excuse me, is that The Black Diamond I see in port?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Jo shot back, then paused a moment or two to calm herself. "I'm terribly sorry, how may help you?"

"I'm looking for someone who may have arrived on that ship, a newcomer to Alcaria, perhaps," the man continued.

Jo's level of suspicion went up to about 100, but still she was curious. "Perhaps, what of her?"

Gotcha. "I've been looking for her for quite some time, finally tracking her here," the man explained. "I'm a sailor on The Red Dragon, name's Arthur Ketch."

Her eyes drifted over to the corner where Dean was laughing, probably at something Rhaya had said. His arm curled tighter around her shoulders as he pulled her closer to his side. A fond expression graced his face when he gazed into her eyes. "What do you want to know?"

***

"So, Rhaya," Jessica began. "Where are you staying while you're in Alcaria?" she asked.

"She's staying in my room, of course," Dean interjected.

"Whoa, slow down, Captain," Rhaya giggled. "Haven't thought much about it. Anyone have any suggestions?"

"You could stay with us!" Jessica exclaimed. "We have a spare room, we don't mind."

"Oh, no, I couldn't do that. You haven't seen Sam in such a long time, you two should be alone. I'm sure I'll find somewhere to stay," Rhaya assured her.

"No need, because you'll be staying with me," Dean persisted.

"But Dean, your room only has one bed," Sam reminded him.

"Exactly. Rhaya can have that, and I'll sleep on the couch. Listen," he held up his hands. "You all figure out the sleeping arrangements, while I go to the Little Sailor's Room," he announced. He stood up from his chair, then wobbled a bit before regaining enough of his balance to stumble to the restroom.

"Sam, I don't want to intrude on anyone. And there's no way Dean will be comfortable sleeping on his couch, which I'm certain is too small for him," Rhaya pointed out. "Is there somewhere else I can stay in town where it's safe and where Dean won't worry?"

Jess and Sam lock eyes with each other in silent communication. "There's the Seaside Inn, towards the edge of town, that should meet your criteria. A friend of ours, Kelly Kline, runs the place, so I know you'll be safe," Sam affirmed.

"Kline? As in Jack Kline?" Rhaya asked.

"Yes, that's his mother. Wonderful woman, tough as leather, but a real sweetheart. Tell her you're a friend of ours and she'll give you the best room in the place," Jess added.

Rhaya tried but was unsuccessful in stifling a yawn. "I'd better get going if I'm going to make it there before I fall asleep," she chuckled. When Sam rose from his seat, she shook her head, so he resumed his seat. "I'll be fine, Sam. Stay here and enjoy your wife's company, I'll see if Jack will escort me to the inn."

"Are you sure?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

She nodded and gave him and Jess a soft smile. "Tell Dean I said, 'thank you for the drink', and that I'll meet you all in the morning for breakfast." Rhaya tapped Jack on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. He finished off his drink and waved goodbye to the men at his table.

Sam nodded, and watched while Rhaya picked up her bag, then waved as she went out the door with Jack. "Do you think they'll be okay?" Jess wondered. "I know she hasn't had as much to drink as Dean, but Alcaria is still unfamiliar territory for her," she sighed.

Sam tightened his arms around his wife in response. "Jack will make sure she gets there safely. And as she said, she'll be fine. I saw her take Gabriel down flat to the deck when he tried to sneak up on her," he laughed, remembering the event. "Rhaya can take care of herself, my love. Now, when Dean gets back, how about you and I head home for some of that 'alone time' she mentioned. Hmm?"

At that moment, Jo brought over the next round of drinks and noticed that Rhaya had left. "Where's Little Miss Socialite? Alcohol too much for her? Or was Dean not paying enough attention to her?" she taunted.

"Why are you being so hostile towards Rhaya? You don't know even know her," Sam bristled.

"I've seen her type before. She's probably lived her life surrounded by servants, never done a hard day's work in her life," Jo shot back.

"You know, that was my first impression of her, too," Dean chimed in, returning from his bathroom break. "Then I got to know her, and I realized how wrong I was about her. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Jo," he added.

"What are you saying, Dean? That you're in love with her?" she gasped.

"I....I don't know if 'love' is the right word, at least not yet. Jo, I know you and I have a history together. But it's....different with Rhaya, I feel something for her that I've never felt with anyone else. She's someone I can see a future with," Dean replied.

"Dean, think about what you're saying," Jo pleaded. "She's known you for, what, a couple of weeks? Are you really going to throw away everything between us for....HER?" Jo snapped. At his silence, she held up her hand. "Never mind, Dean. You've made it quite clear what place I hold in your life, which is no place at all." She turned on her heel and headed back to the bar.

***

"Dean, are you sure? About Rhaya, I mean?" Sam wondered. "Jo's right, you've known each other for as long as I can remember. You gotta know she's carried a torch for you since forever. I'm sure she thought you two would end up together, just like a lot of other people did."

Dean stared at his half-empty glass of beer. "I know, Sammy, but I can't explain it. Jo's always been there for me, but then I'm away from home for such long periods of time. I can't keep asking her to wait for me. She deserves to find someone who can be there for her more than I can be."

"I think Jo's gotten used to it, you being gone. It's not ideal for any of us ladies left behind, but it makes the homecomings that much sweeter," Jessica commented. She leaned her head back to rest on Sam's shoulder. "It may help Jo to know your reasons for choosing Rhaya."

"Your wife is so smart, Sam, always remember that," Dean grinned, then a soft look settled in his eyes. "Rhaya's unlike any woman I've ever met, and you know I've met my share. Maybe I've finally realized that I don't want to leave half of my heart on land when I go out for a job. I mean, I'm glad it works for you two. I guess I see myself with someone who has the same sense of adventure that I do."

"Like Rhaya?" Sam nudged.

Dean grinned. "Yeah. Like Rhaya. Speaking of which, where is she?" he asked, eyes scanning the bar.

***

Jo angrily slammed her empty serving tray on top of the bar, muttering to herself about Dean's rejection. Remembering where she was, she took a moment to compose herself before turning her focus to the customers at the bar.

With rapt attention, Ketch had been watching the scene play out at the corner table. Through Jo's jealousy over Rhaya, he knew he had found his way in to extract information. He waited until she returned to the space behind the bar to speak with her again.

"Excuse me, darling, but I wanted to let you know I would be leaving. By the way, if you hear any information about where my friend's accommodations are, I would be most grateful," he stated. Ketch turned to leave when he heard Jo's voice beckoning him back to the bar. With a smug smile on his face, he leaned across the bar top, his face close to Jo. "I assume this means you have some information?" he queried.

Jo nodded. "I overheard them say that she's staying at the Seaside Inn, which is near the edge of town," she admitted, then gave Ketch directions to the establishment.

"Thank you my dear, you've been most helpful," Ketch stated, then shifted his gaze to those at the corner table. "You know, he's a fool to let you go for another woman." He emphasized his point by taking Jo's hand and pressing his lips to the back of it. With a wink and a bow, Ketch left the tavern.

Once outside, Ketch rushed back to The Red Dragon to report Rhaya's whereabouts to Lucifer. From there, he was granted permission to take a few men with him to the Seaside Inn. After locating Lord Ashton's wayward fiancée, they would bring her back to the ship to return to Ochana. Rhaya's delivery back home would complete the contract with Lord Ashton. After that, Lucifer would collect his reward and life would return to business as usual.

***

Rhaya closed the door on her room at the Seaside Inn. It was exactly as advertised--a quiet, safe place to rest and relax before it was time to board the ship again. Sam was right, Kelly Kline was a strong, independent, but definitely kind woman. She thanked Rhaya for looking out for Jack, and for that reason, she refused to accept payment for the room. As soon as Kelly passed over the key, Rhaya quietly dropped a small pouch with coins on the counter and slipped out to find her room.

With her bag resting on her bed, Rhaya opened it and pulled out her pajamas, then went to wash her face before going to sleep. She was still a little affected by the alcohol she'd drunk at the tavern. Not that she'd had much to drink, only enough to help her relax a little from the excitement of meeting Dean's friends. And she had to admit, having Dean's arm around her shoulders both relaxed and excited her at the same time.

Dean made her feel safe, as if he would do anything to protect her, even though he knows she can take care of herself. Sometimes it was a relief to not have to be the strong one all the time, to be cared for by someone else. She was grateful that Dean seemed to know when to step in and help, and when to let her handle it on her own.

She smiled as her mind drifted back to the nights they spent sharing stories and gazing up at the stars. She believed that Dean truly valued her opinion, like he wanted to hear her thoughts on any subject. He understood her better than her fiancé, and had shown her more compassion than Ashton ever did when she spoke about her mother.

Of course, her attraction to the captain was not only emotional, it was physical as well. It was hard not to be, with his sandy blond hair and his captivating green eyes. It wouldn't surprise her at all if Dean did have a girl in every port, as Jo had claimed. Though Rhaya suspected that the remark was designed to hurt her in some way and was mostly said out of jealousy. But if that was the case, why did she feel an unpleasant twinge in her stomach when she thought about it?

Just as her mind was about to explore that thought further, a knock sounded at the door. As far as she was aware, Sam, Jess, Jack, and Kelly were the only ones who knew she was here. This put her senses on full alert, so she grabbed her dagger from her bag and held it behind her back. The knock sounded again, and a voice called out, "Miss Payton? Rhaya Payton?"

The voice was unfamiliar to her, so she took a chance that maybe someone got the wrong room, and her adrenaline spike was for nothing. She cleared her throat before responding, "No one here by that name. You've got the wrong room." She hoped they wouldn't hear the slight tremor of fear in her voice, and leave, rather than decide to pursue the matter.

The next sound was of the door splintering into pieces from being kicked in, while three men dressed in black entered her room. "I reckon we've got the right room. Been lookin' for ye, Miss Payton. Lord Ashton will be glad to see ye, on account of ye're to be his bride," the man taunted.

"Lord Ashton is severely delusional if he thinks I'm going to marry him," Rhaya scoffed. She brought the dagger out from behind her back and lunged towards the first assailant. The blade sliced across the man's chest, leaving a bloody slash mark behind. The man howled in pain and then again when her fist connected with his nose, causing more blood to flow.

A second assailant grabbed Rhaya from behind, his left arm around her neck and his hand gripping her shoulder. With his right hand, he started to walk her backwards, headed for the door. All of a sudden, she went limp in his arms, causing him to drop her. She used the opportunity to sweep his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. He was knocked unconscious when the side of his head hit the small table next to the chair.

At the sound of clapping hands, Rhaya whirled around to see a man standing in the doorway. "Very good, darling, you're very good. Taking out two of my men like that, very impressive." He strode over to Rhaya, who raised her dagger to stab him. He anticipated her move and blocked it, taking her wrist in an iron grip until she cried out in pain and was forced to drop her blade. With his other hand, he grasped her chin and locked his eyes on hers. "But playtime is over."

Her chest heaving from fighting the two men, she tried to catch her breath. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" she demanded.

"My name is Arthur Ketch, and I work for Lucifer Morningstar, captain of The Red Dragon. Our services have been retained by your fiancé, Lord Ashton. He and Lady Carissa have promised payment of 50,000 gold pieces for your safe return to Ochana. After that, I'm sure it will only be a matter of time before you and Lord Ashton will be pronounced husband and wife. Oh, congratulations, by the way," he smirked.

"Hmm, 50,000 gold pieces? Is that all my life is worth to my stepmother and my fiancé? And I wouldn't celebrate my nuptials quite yet. I've managed to avoid them thus far, I have no intention of following through on someone else's promise," she concluded.

"I'm certain Lord Ashton will have something to say about that," Ketch countered.

"He can say all he wants, it's not going to make a bit of difference. I'm not going anywhere with you, even if it is back home to Ochana. Now, we can do this the easy way, where you and your men get the hell out of my room, and go back to your ship. Or, we can do things the hard way, where Captain Dean gets involved and you three end up buried at sea."

"Hmm. You're still under the illusion that you are the one in control. Very well, I have a third option. You will accompany me quietly back to The Red Dragon, and we will return you to Lord Ashton in Ochana, collect our reward, and be on our way. However, if you choose to resist, I will have no choice but to inform my men of your decision. They are currently holding the innkeeper and her son hostage. I'm afraid I can't be held responsible for the consequences of your resistance," Ketch replied ominously.

Rhaya's mind raced to find possible solutions for her predicament, particularly ones that resulted in the least harm to Kelly and her son. She considered the possibility that Ketch was bluffing, and that there was no one holding Jack and his mother hostage. Then she realized that she couldn't take that kind of chance. "All right. I'll go," she conceded, her head hung in defeat.

By this time the second man had regained consciousness, and Ketch motioned for him to pick up Rhaya's belongings. Following her eyes as she glanced at her bag, the first man sneered at her. "Don't worry, sweetness, after a thorough inspection, we'll give you your stuff back." He had hold of her left arm and was squeezing it a bit roughly, probably leaving bruises in his wake. His treatment of her was likely in retaliation for the slice across his abdomen Rhaya gave him.

"Let's go. The sooner we leave port, the sooner we can be in Ochana and collect our reward," Ketch ordered. His men marched Rhaya to The Red Dragon, where preparations were already underway to leave port as soon as possible.

***

Once onboard, Rhaya was transferred to Ketch's hold, who then marched her to meet the captain. Lucifer was reviewing various maps and charts to plot the safest and fastest course to Ochana. When he heard a knock at the door, Lucifer stood up from his chair and granted entry to his office. Ketch escorted Rhaya across the threshold, his hand firmly holding her left arm. As soon as they were in Lucifer's office, she wrenched her arm away, rubbing the spot where she had been held.

"So you're the one who's been giving Lord Ashton so much trouble by running away," Lucifer murmured. "Feisty one, aren't you?" he observed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"If by that you mean I don't like being pushed around and for my friends to be threatened, then yeah, I guess you could say that," Rhaya snapped. She was certain that there would likely be some bruising where she massaged her arm and elbow.

"Hmm. Maybe I should keep you around here for a little while, I could get used to someone like you to keep me on my toes. Lord Ashton's loss would be my gain," he grinned.

"Over my dead body," Rhaya growled under her breath.

Lucifer reached over and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. "Careful, Miss Payton. Though I admire your spirit and your fiery personality, there are limits to my patience," he replied ominously. He strode confidently to the door before giving her one last leering smile. Then he locked the door behind him, leaving Rhaya alone with her thoughts.

***

A smile graced Jack's face as he carried a breakfast tray to Rhaya's room in the early morning hours. Carefully balancing the breakfast tray with one hand, Jack knocked on Rhaya's door with the other.

"Miss Payton? My mother thought you might like a quick breakfast before you leave today. Miss Payton? R-Rhaya? Can I please come in? I only want to bring in the tray, then I promise I'll--" he looked closer at the entry into the room. Jack gingerly set the tray on the ground to the left of the door, which he noticed was left slightly ajar.

Jack knew he should run and find Captain Dean, or, at the very least, tell his mother before going in by himself. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible had happened to Rhaya. He may not be the best fighter on the crew, but just as she had helped him, he was determined to return the favor, to the best of his ability. With his senses on high alert, he stepped across the threshold.

The room was in disarray, and it was evident that there were signs of a struggle. A small table next to a chair was broken, and along with it, a lamp was shattered. As Jack looked around and tried to piece together the events of the past evening, his eyes landed on something that made his heart nearly stop.

Next to the remnants of the table was a small pool of blood. He had no idea whether it was from Rhaya or her assailants, but he knew he needed help. Jack bolted from the room and returned to the office. Along the way, he was stopped by a woman with short dark hair and hazel eyes, dressed similarly to himself.

"Excuse me, but can you please tell me where I might find Rhaya Payton?"

***

Captain Dean woke up a little after 6:00 the next morning and went through his morning routine. Today was the day he would leave Alcaria with Rhaya and a few of his men to at last find the treasure of The Shadow Pirate. He was more than a little annoyed that Sam suggested that she spend the night at the Seaside Inn. On the other hand, he looked forward to spending time with her on this quest with fewer crew members watching his every move.

He had just finished rinsing off the last of the shaving foam when he heard a commotion. Sam was outside, standing below his window and shouting his name. Dean didn't want his brother to keep up the racket, so he poked his head out to answer. "Dammit, Sam will you shut up? Other people are trying to sleep. What are you--" he ranted but was interrupted.

"It's Rhaya," Sam replied. "She's missing."

Dean's blood ran cold at the news from his brother. What did Sam mean, 'she's missing'? he thought. Could she have secured a vessel and left Alcaria to go after the treasure by herself? he wondered. Nah, we agreed to do this together and she wouldn't go back on her word, he assured himself. Besides, the map was locked in his safe on the ship, and he was the only one who knew the combination.

"Hurry up, Dean, we have to get to the Seaside Inn," Sam urged his brother. Dean nodded then sat down on the bed to pull on his boots. He repacked his bag with anything he'd taken out, then bounded down the steps to meet his brother. Together they ran from Dean's apartment above Harvelle's to their destination.

Jack was waiting for his captain and the First Mate so he could usher them into his mother's office, where everyone was waiting. As he entered the room, Dean noticed a woman dressed in black leggings, tall black boots and a long, purple tunic belted in the middle. "Who the hell is this, and where the hell is Rhaya?" Dean demanded.

The woman stepped forward and stuck out her hand in greeting. "Captain Dean, my name is Keira, and I am captain of The Aurora. Rhaya is, for all intents and purposes, my sister. We grew up together, and her father allowed me to attend school with her. I also participated in her weekly weapons and hand-to-hand combat training. She is also my best friend, and I need your help," she explained.

"Do you know where she is?" he asked.

"I know who has her, and where they are going," Keira responded. "But, I believe the best way we can help her is to continue on your quest for The Shadow Pirate's treasure. You'll be in a much better bargaining position if you do."

Dean vehemently shook his head. "Going after the treasure is the last thing we should do, we need to rescue her, make sure she's safe, then we can go--"

"With all due respect, Captain Dean, she's been captured by Lucifer Morningstar, captain of The Red Dragon. His mission is to escort Rhaya back to Ochana, where he will be paid 50,000 gold pieces for her safe return. After which, he will be on his merry way, going back to his usual shenanigans," Keira muttered.

"But if she is taken back to Ochana, her marriage to Lord Ashton will go through," Dean pointed out. Then I will have lost her forever. "After that, he will most certainly follow through on his threat to do her harm," he persisted. 

"Fear not, Captain Dean. I have someone on the inside the governor's mansion to ensure that what you described does not happen. She is a trusted friend to both Rhaya and me, and we've both known her for most of our lives. Darcy is the one who alerted me to my sister's initial disappearance. She is the reason I'm here now, with the knowledge and blessing of her father. Will you help me, Captain Dean?" Keira pleaded.

Dean desperately wanted reassurance that Rhaya was safe and unharmed. After what he'd learned from Jack, he wasn't so sure that both conditions were true. That she was on The Red Dragon, trapped with Lucifer was enough to turn his stomach. Her being returned to Ochana to wed Lord Ashton Kane made it even worse.

For some reason, though, he trusted Captain Keira. Maybe it was because she was a fellow ship's captain. Or it was due to the length of time she'd known Rhaya, or perhaps it was that she was working with someone on the inside. In this situation, time was not his friend. So, for Rhaya's sake, he decided to put his trust in someone he barely knew. He turned to Keira with his decision. "Let's go find us some treasure," he announced.

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[constellaj]

So whos the final threat in ur version of DP?

well conceptually it's pariah dark! although probably not in the way you're thinking

the idea is the crown of fire + ring of rage + one more item (scepter of wrath? chain of fear?), when all worn by the same person, "possess" them and turn them into pariah dark, like Kitty's ring, scarf and jacket in 13. Vlad + evil artifacts = Pariah Vlad, essentially; someone overtaken by spirit of whoever the "original" pariah is, while still being a unique individual.

next to this ofc is the fright knight, who in this version is actively seeking out someone to become the new pariah, potentially coercing vlad into seeking out and donning the artifacts. (i like the idea of vlad going thru almost a redemption arc only to get yanked back under). i suppose this makes fright knight the actual final threat?

some debate/thinking abt making it danny-as-pariah for the *real* threat; you have vlad-as-pariah and they defeat him, and danny's holding the artifacts, and you're like wahoo we did it! but then danny gets pissed off and puts everything on. pariah dark + danny = dark dan. lol. ultimate enemy moment; you get to have everyone except danny working together for the first time bc its a show about Danny; val + sam + tucker back to back and vlad + jack + maddie back to back bc they all care about him and they all want him safe

all up for debate tho. i havent thought on this one in a while, i just think reign storm was really building to something and its a pity we never saw it pan out

[just-a-creep-babe]

Matchup!

Commissioned by @nemkultra, tysm ^^ 💗✨

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

I match you with: Eyeless Jack

This mans has some hardcore heart eyes for you ngl 💗~💗

You’re just,, so chill and easy to get along with??

Maybe it’s your style—that dark emo kind of fashion that he also tends to stick to himself—but something about you just makes him feel super at ease from the very beginning

In a room full of people, even before he got to know you, he kinda just naturally gravitates towards you tbh

You just have this magnetic pull on him that feels right

Your scent too btw?

It’s kinda weird to say but you smell fckn delicious to him 👀👌

And the fact that you’re pretty short—especially compared to him—combined with your scent & that magnetism really sends his demon instincts in overdrive

Meaning, he ends up getting very protective of you very quickly

He realizes earlier on that you can most certainly take care of yourself, but like,, that’s not gonna stop him from wanting to defend you any way he can

Any threats in the near vicinity, especially the physical/confrontational ones, are nearly nonexistent when he’s around

Which might be more often than you realize

Like I’m not saying he stalks you, he just sometimes keeps a close eye on you,,, from a distance,,,,, usually lurking in the shadows skdkhdksldl

Honestly, lord help anyone who comes near you with aggressive intentions smh

Not only that, but he also can and will remove anyone who’s bugging you or draining you social battery & making you anxious

All ya gotta do is ask or gives him some kind of signal

And even then, if he gets suspicious they’re being rude or unpleasant or anything, he’ll straight up just come to you like “is he bothering you, queen?”

But other than that, he’s a pretty laid-back person ngl

He’s a great listener & will gladly hear you ramble on about anything and nothing

Whatever it might be, whether you just wanna talk about your day or some new songs you’ve discovered, he’ll put you on his lap, stroke through your hair or trace your tattoos while purring contently, listening to you

Boy just wants to be near you and hear your soothing voice as you explain to him your general thoughts & opinions—it makes him so damn happy tbh ^^

He’s a very good bf and will always support you however he can uwu

Even if you don’t really feel like talking, he’s fine with just wrapping his arms around you & quietly enjoying your presence

He might not know much about ADHD, but he will do his research to get a better understand of it & learn how to help any way he can

He does, however, have a bit of PTSD himself, so he already knows a bit on how to help deal with that

So he’s very considerate of any triggers you might have and does his best to keep you safe & happy & comfortable :>

Also like,,,, this man’s presence is so damn comforting

Any time you feel a panic/anxiety attack come on, having him around does wonders

It’s very reassuring to have a tall, strong & protective demon bf in life tbh

Like he knows he’s pretty intimidating, so he‘a got a very calm & relaxed demeanor to make up for it

Knowing this strong ass predatory monster would do anything in his power to protect you from legit anything does wonders to your peace of mind

And having him hold you in his arms, purring and rumbling soothing praises is always very comforting—like the two of you are in your own little world & nothing can reach you

He’s kinda effortlessly powerful, but it goes without saying that he’s an absolute gentleman & would never use that strength against you—with exception in the bedroom, but we’ll get to that later ;)

He doesn’t wanna abuse his capabilities, but he still does end up naturally taking charge tho—both in the streets and in the sheets

Those are just demon instincts for ya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Boy admires how you don’t take any crap & won’t hesitate to stand up for yourself tho

He likes knowing you’d tell him off if he ever crossed any boundaries; that way he doesn’t have to overthink or worry too much

Also, that nurturing side you’ve got with those strong maternal instincts??

His demonic side is crazy for it

He honestly admires you so damn much, you have no idea ✨🤧

Like he, himself, isn’t the best with kids; he’s kinda scared to hurt them and he’s not really sure how to react around them

But he still appreciates them & their different perspective on life

So he genuinely likes asking how your day went at work, and after a while, he’ll start learning about the kids & asking about them too ^^

If he can help them with any kind of,, situations out of their control, he most certainly will, almost like a guardian demon angel :”)

Like with kids, even if he does appreciate them, he’s also not the best with animals

They can usually sniff out his demon side & it scares them

Cats are sometimes ok with him, but even then, it depends on the cat

So honestly, ya just gotta give him a lil time to adjust to them and vice versa :”>

He’s also a lil freaked out by spiders, snakes, rodents and the like, but he’ll never admit it, so it’s just fun to tease him skdjdksll

He���s a very clean boy himself, so unless he doesn’t eat/sleep for a while & loses control to his demon, you don’t have to worry about him making any kind of mess

Ultimately, this mans is super chill & laid back and will absolutely not hesitate to cuddle up with you any day/any time, whether or not you’re feeling stressed or anxious tbh

You've had a long day & just wanna unwind watching anime or playing video games?

No prob boo; even if he might not understand them, he’ll gladly watch any show with you while offering up some fine back rubs to help you relax 😌👌

He doesn’t really understand poetry either, but he’ll listen to you read it aloud, purring faintly, rubbing his thumbs over your skin and sometimes planting lil kissies here n there 😚😚

He also might try to pick up an instrument, having the faint recollection of knowing how to play from his old life, just to impress you ngl

He just wants to make you happy & care for you because he loves you and thinks you deserve the world uwu

NSFW

Omg you’re honestly like,, the perfect height for him to just pick up & manhandle however he pleases tbh skdjdhslsl 😳😳

When you’re wearing dresses too?

All the easier to use you like a perfect little doll~

But he won’t do it unless he knows it’s alright with you, ofc

Like I said, he’s a gentleman first & foremost 😌👌

Homeboy’s also got a thing for those fishnet tights 👀

So you can bet he might just tear a hole through them & stick his dick in them to fuck your thighs through the lace

He just can’t resist the feeling of your plush thighs squishing his length, squeezing him with the frail material stretching & wrapping so perfectly around him

Don’t worry though, he definitely buys you new clothes all 👏the 👏time 👏to make up for it ;))

Sometimes when he’s feeling like a tease, he’ll settle you down nice and comfy while you’re still wearing those tights & get between your legs to tease his tongue through the material

Loves hearing your little gasps and moans as you try to rub into him for more friction, desperate to feel the entirety of his tongue without that stupid obstruction

Once he thinks you’ve had enough, he won’t be able to hold back any longer before dislocating his jaw and absolutely devouring you until you’re practically shaking against him

But other than the occasional teasing that has you mewling and squirming, this mans will absolutely treat every inch of your body just right 🥴👌

Those belly button & nipple piercings will definitely receive the attention they deserve 👅💦💦

If you’ve had a stressful day at work or if your anxiety’s starting to get the best of you, it’s no prob bb

You can lay back, relax & let him do all the work—having his fun tasting you & shoving his tongue in and out of your dripping core~

He’ll be on cloud 9 knowing he can help while also getting to stuff his face between your legs

Also likes dislocating his jaw to cram the full length of his tongue down you throat to toy with the little metal ball on your tongue too :pp

His demon is totally enamored with everything about you, so you can bet he’ll always leave plenty of possessive bite marks all over you

He’s super scared to hurt you tho, so it’s safe words galore tbh

He pays a lot of attention to your boundaries & needs; you’re so frail & vulnerable compared to him, how could he ever forgive himself if he hurt you?

His heats are especially bad when it comes to being rough—he has to resist absolutely ruining you every time

It honestly takes a long ass time for him to let you stay to help through it because he’s so scared of losing control

If he ends up going too hard & you need to use a safeword, he’ll treat you like porcelain during the aftercare

And even throughout the next couple of days that follow, he’ll be extra careful around you because he’ll feel like shit for taking things too far ngl

I’m talking about waiting hand & foot on you—not that he wouldn’t already do so regardless

And he might be a tad reluctant to do the nasty afterwards, but a lil convincing & reassurance on your part and he won’t be able to resist

Except he’ll take things real slow and careful

Like,, excruciatingly slow skdjdhsl

But honestly, it doesn’t make the orgasms any less intense

Instead of hitting you hard & fast like electricity rocketing through you, it’ll be like one long wave crashing into you as he keeps rocking his hips at a perfectly steady pace

He just wants to make you feel good & show you how much he loves and cares for you, ya know?

Those back rubs I mentioned have some high ass chances of turning into something more

They might end up with you beneath him, one of his large hands pining your hips down, the other entwining his fingers into yours so he can feel every little squeeze when he drags his cock along you most sensitive spots

And if you read him some steamy poetry, he just might end up between your legs one way or another, chuckling and coaxing you to keep going as he hits every spot so wonderfully

This mans is practically a sex god even if he might not realize it ngl 👁👅👁

Only thing is, like I’ve mentioned, him and animals don’t always get along

So he can’t stand being watched by your pets while he’s trying to get some :/

You, ah, might wanna close the door behind you or he’ll have to stop halfway through 😬

But he’ll be more than happy to keep going once he knows the two of you are completely alone again~ 😏👌

[stusbunker]

One Shots:

Alright?  $

Young Sam meets a snarky bartender who doesn’t want to keep her hands to herself.

Without Me -  submission to Civil Wars’ Challenge

Sam deals with your death, meanwhile you wait. Song inspired.

Paper Cuts $ -  submission to The Devil Made Me Do It Challenge

A case at a library gets out of hand, and you and Sam out of your clothes.

Pretzel Crumbs $

A late night snack turns into some late night nookie.

Less Than Well Received submission to bamby0304‘s Triple Threat Challenge

Jack shares Sam’s feelings for you. But the timing isn’t right.

Could You Really Love Sam Winchester?

Character Meta

An Unplanned Welcome $ Alpha!Sam/Omega!Mick Davies

Mick experiences his first heat as Sam’s Omega after years of BMoL suppressing them. Pack dynamics shift.

Hold $ Woc!Reader

Sam knows what you need and you give into both your desires.

Lay Me Down-   SPN Weekly Writing Challenge

A warlock case proves too much for you and the Winchesters deal with the consequences.

“X” Marks the Spot (dark)

A demon possesses you and makes Sam do the unimaginable.

Currents $ (dark) Alpha!Sam/ Demon!Omega!Unnamed Female Character

Sam spends the night in the impala, but stumbles across a summer camp that is not what it seems.

Feels Like the First Time (x Rowena Macleod) $

Rowena takes liberties with Sam’s memory.

The Crumbling Difference Between Wrong and Right

Sam looks back over their time together only to find more questions than answers.

He Is, Therefore I Am (platonic brother fic) submission to impala-dreamer’s Make Me Feel It Challenge

Sam and Dean take on a hunt while processing the reality of Chuck’s intentions. Leaning on each other as only they can.

A Misery of Our Own Making $ submission to atc74′s Duet Challenge Reboot

Sam never told her the truth, but when she finds out on her own, it is already too late.

Salt ~$ (Voyeur Narrator)

Excess *$ (BoyKing!Sam x FemaleDemon!Reader, dark)

Sam has you every way he wants you. He’s even nice enough to bring you back to life.

When You’re Not A Morning Person * (x Genderneutral Reader)

Sam surprises you with a day trip.

Brother Knows Best * (x Plussized Female Reader)

Dean plays wingman, but even a badass hunter and true crime fanatic has her self doubts.

Hurt Me (dark)

She got caught on a hunt, and wants Sam to punish her. Sparks fly, but Sam refuses to sleep with her.

Shameless $ (Sam/Sam)

Sam finds himself alone in their motel room. A familiar voice encourages him to let his imagination run wild.

Series:

Through the Years Au Series COMPLETE

Souls have a way of meeting in every lifetime. Sometimes they are friends, family, lovers, enemies or rivals. Follow the journey of the relationships with Sam and Dean over many lifetimes. Told by our favorite Angel as a bedtime story.

Questions Series - Complete

A female hunter keeps crossing paths with the Winchesters. Can she trust them? Why is she sticking around after every mess they make?

For Better or Worst Series (x OFC)- Season 14 AU WIP $

Sam Winchester will stop at nothing to save his brother from the Archangel Michael, even if it means taking a ludicrous deal to stop hunting. Months pass and Sam wades through life as an archivist at the local university, while his new wife teaches History.

Can Cas break through their carefully constructed life to get Sam back while remaining under the radar of the powers that be? What is Jack’s part in their schemes? Will Dean ever be safe? What stake does Sam’s wife hold in the deal and can he trust her? As Sam begins to piece together truth from lies, she learns just who she is married to. Will the newlyweds remain united as their deals unravel or part as adversaries? Or worse: strangers?

[hesthekingofsomewhere]

Yet Another Chatfic pt 5

part 1 I 2 I 3 I 4

this is a long chapter! and im posting it ahead of schedule! bc I love yall!

please leave comments! likes! I love feedback!

Also! this chapter has a peek into sarah, finch, and alberts groupchat

Queens of New York

8:15

santagay: say yeet if you made it home alive

DJacobs: Yeet!

SJ420: yeet

richbitch: yeet

Spot8365631: yeet

respecs: yeet

albiehadalittlelamb: yeet

WhereforeArtThou: yeet

noteventhatshort: yeet

SJ420: wheres finchy boy?

littlebirdie: still at their apt

littlebirdie: oh right

littlebirdie added crispycrutch to Queens of New York

PM with albiehadalittlelamb

santagay: al, finch slept over

albiehadalittlelamb: yeah ik?

santagay: i hate to say this and be that guy, but al, he slept in crutchies room

santagay: ik whats its like to be cheated on, and i never thought i would be having this conversation about finch but I dont want you to get hurt.

albiehadalittlelamb: ill ask finch, im sure nothing happened

PM with littlebirdie

albiehadalittlelamb: did my fake bf cheat on me?

littlebirdie: …

albiehadalittlelamb: GET SOME BOIII

littlebirdie: lmao so your not mad?

albiehadalittlelamb: why would I be mad? even if we were dating id be chill about this, ik you have a huge thing for crutchie and lord knows youd never get any action from me

albiehadalittlelamb: the only problem is that jack thinks your cheating on me

littlefinch: ok so should we fake-break up? cuz i kind of dont want to, but if jack thinks im cheating on you…

albiehadlittlelamb: i have a plan

albiehadalittlelamb: does crutchie know that were fake dating?

littlebirdie: ye, theres no way i would even be allowed into his room if we were actually dating

albiehadalittlelamb: ok but heres the thing, if jack thinks you cheated on me, then race probably thinks the same

littlebirdie: oooHHHHHH

littlebirdie: so now im also fake cheating on you so that race will feel bad and fall for you and your sad situation

albiehadalittlebird: exactly!

littlebirdie: nice! what could possibly go wrong

Queens of New York

respecs: so why is this chat called queens of new york

inyourFACEtrack: well you see…

inyourFACEtrack: twas all hallows eve 2017

inyourFACEtrack: and 7 of us showed up to kaths halloween as drag queens completely independantly

noteventhatshort: and sarah kath jack and i were dressed as disney princesses

respecs: thats beautiful

respecs: and here i thought it was bc ?everyone? here is lbgtq

santagay: well if you think about it, its both

richbitch: when was the last time we even had a straight in this chat?

crispycrutch: i think  we had morris in the chat for a week when he was dating romeo

santagay: oh god i forgot about that

SJ420: does he even count as a straight?

inyourFACEtrack: well there was a reason he was only in the chat for a week so…

santagay: true, speaking of which

santagay: specs, if you ever hurt romeo, we will find out where you live and steal all of you soap lest you ever get a date again

respecs: noted?

SJ420: he gave me the same threat when I started dating kath lmao

santagay: it worked didnt it?

SJ420: im hate you

santagay: you loved me once loser

WhereforeArtThou: oh shit he went there

inyourFACEtrack: oooooooooooo

crispycrutch: ??????

SJ420: once upon a time i thought i was a het, and then i dated jack for like 2 months

SJ420: and 90% of our relationship was checking out pretty girls together

SJ420: so i figured i should date those pretty girls

noteventhatshort: BIG MOOD

SJ420: for the record the other 10% of the relationship was jack checking out “cute” boys and me being like eh

santagay: and herre i thought you were just trying to stop me from being jealous

SJ420: jack at one point i kissed another girl in front of you and you did not care

noteventhatshort: AHHH

inyourFACEtrack: OOOF

richbitch: AN ICON

santagay: ok well

SJ420: don’t even try bud

DJacobs: That’s my sister!!!!!

santagay: but at least you didnt hide it

santagay: at least you werent kissing people behind my back like SOME people in this chat

SJ420: ????

Spot8365631: i thought you were over that

santagay: i am i just need to have moral high ground over someone

inyourFACEtrack: wait what

noteventhatshort: is this chat just stories of jack getting cheated on now?

richbitch: im living for this

richbitch: jack cant keep a man nor woman

noteventhatshort: but whats this about spot cheating on jack?

santagay: he BROKE my FRAGILE 15 y/o HEART

santagay: but spottie was too cool, lived too fast, couldnt be tied down to one man

Spot8365631: also david was a much better kisser

SJ420: OH SHIT PLOT TWIST

richbitch: CALLED OUT

inyourFACEtrack: 911? theres been a murder?

DJacobs: This…. is true.

inyourFACEtrack: THE LEGEND HIMSELF SPEAKS

respecs: i am living for the drama in this chat

crispycrutch: were kind of a mess tbh

respecs: i understand and completely respect that

inyourFACEtrack: you reSPECt that?

respecs: haha very funny not like thats my goddamn username or anything

Spot8365631: roasted

inyourFACEtrack: bitch

inyourFACEtrack: YO JACK ROMEO, GOT MY MFN 29TH

santagay: fuck offfffff

WhereforeArtThou: this bet is unfair

WhereforeArtThou: im only attracted to one gender, thats less than half the people to ask

santagay: dude ur still winning

WhereforeArtThou: yeah but its a lot more work

inyourFACEtrack: i only have 1 girls number, i think its p even

santagay: this seems like something you should have considered when we started

WhereforeArtThou: ok but consider this

WhereforeArtThou: i didnt

inyourFACEtrack: ok but consider this

inyourFACEtrack: ur a dumbass

WhereforeArtThou: strong words coming from a guy who threw a wii remote out the window

noteventhatshort: fight fight fight fight

inyourFACEtrack: my embarrassments are not ur entertainment smalls

noteventhatshort: ur embarrassments are my only entertainment what r u talking about

Spot8365631: also everything you do is embarrassing

inyouFACEtrack: i feel betrayed

santagay: you should

santagay: i once saw u put hot chocolate mix in oj

inyourFACEtrack: it tastes like a terrys chocolate orange i stand by my choices

crispycrutch: you snorted mr noodles seasoning bc spot told you to

inyourFACEtrack: and i got 20$ for it

Spot8365631: u didnt “””get”””” 20$ ur debt to me was just slightly reduced

inyourFACEtrack: EITHER WAY

crispycrutch: once i watched u drop a spoon into a pot of boiling water and stick ur hand in to get it

inyourFACEtrack: i think ur point has been made, thnk u crutchie

Spot8365631: please do not stop, hes had it coming

crispycrutch: i will stop only bc i value my safety and so i still have receipts for the future

inyourFACEtrack: oh god

inyourFACEtrack: why did i think it was a good idea to live with you

crispycrutch: bc you love me and i contribute to the rent

inyourFACEtrack: touche

crispycrutch: besides, i would have dirt on you regardless

crispycrutch: i have seen each and every one of you do stupid stuff, no one is safe

inyourFACEtrack: mooooom crutchies being meannnn

DJacobs: Crutchie, please delete your blackmail.

crispycrutch: how can i delete it when its in my brain

santagay: i have never been more scared of crutchie

SJ420: crutchie is my idol

crispycrutch: that does not make you safe my friend

SJ420: honestly at this point you could reveal anything about me and i would not care

SJ420: i have reached a god status where nothing you say could possibly embarrass me

richbitch: im so in love with you

SJ420: love you too babe

PM with SJ420

richbitch: ik youre in the next room but i dont want dave to hear, but I got a dinner reservation for two tomorrow at 7 and was wondering if you would like to join me

SJ420: i mean of course, but why are you asking me like this

richbitch: because

richbitch: also you should wear that dress you got for christmas

SJ420: ok?

More Than Just Cigars

SJ420: kath is acting weird

albiehadalittlelamb: what kind of weird

albiehadalittlelamb: like “i just lost a lot of money” weird

albiehadalittlelamb: “i just took a bunch of acid” weird?

littlebirdie: oh no is it “i just slept with jack” weird?!

SJ420: oh god no

SJ420: she texted me and asked me on a date

SJ420: i asked her why and she said because

littlebirdie: !!!!!!!!!

littlebirdie: DID SHE ASK YOU TO WEAR SOMETHING SPECIFIC

SJ420: ye, a dress from christmas

albiehadalittlelamb: OH MYYYYY GODDDDDDDD

littlebirdie: GIRL

SJ420: what????

littlebirdie: jfc ur blind

albiehadalittlelamb: if u havent caught on yet we cant morally help u srry

SJ420: GUYS PLEASE

littlebirdie: nope

albiehadalittlelamb: have fun on ur date tho

PM with santagay

albiehadalittlelamb: oh yeah finch did not, in fact cheat on me

albiehadalittlelamb: he was just making up with crutchie last night, they had a fight

santagay: and u trust finch in this

albiehadalittlelamb: ofc, ive known finch a long time, he would never

santagay: ok if you insist, i just dont want you to get hurt

albiehadalittlelamb: thanks jack

Queens of New York

littlebirdie: anyone else just, super glad that theyre gay?

littlebirdie: bc thats such an important feeling

DJacobs: Me too, Finch

Spot8365631: rt

SJ420: rt

noteventhatshort: rt

WhereforeArtThou: rt

albiehadalittlelamb: rt

santagay: rt but bi

inyourFACEtrack: rt but bi

richbitch: rt but bi

respecs: rt but bi

crispycrutch: rt but pan

littlebirdie has changed Queens of New York to Queers of New York

inyourFACEtrack: helllllll yeah

Spot8365631: no cussing, my mom checks my phone

inyourFACEtrack: oh my goodness im so sorry spot

inyourFACEtrack: ill delete the message right away

DJacobs: What?

DJacobs: Why does your mom check your messages, Spot?

DJacobs: You’re 23 and moved out?

DJacobs: Also I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you swear in this chat.

DJacobs: This is a meme, isn’t it?

santagay: u got there on ur own!

santagay: im so proud of u!

DJacobs: Thank you, Jack.

inyourFACEtrack: why does it feel like everyone is in loving and healthy relationships except me?

PM with inyourFACEtrack

Spot8365631: wow rude

inyourFACEtrack: were not in a relationship remember?

Queers of New York

DJacobs: Jack and I are not dating.

santagay: dude, were mom and dad, i think that’s close enough

respecs: question, in this mom/dad thing, who is everyone else

santagay: kath and sarah are the aunts obvi

inyourFACEtrack: smalls, romeo, crutchie, al, and i are their kids

inyourFACEtrack: finch used to be one of the kids but now hes dating al so that seems weird

inyourFACEtrack: i guess hes sarahs kid now?

SJ420: awwww i love my new son

respecs: what about spot?

santagay: hes kind of… his own entity… like an estranged uncle or neighbor that spends more time in ur house than his own

Spot8365631: rude but accurate

santagay: thats my name dont wear it out

Spot8365631: i hate you sm

santagay: then y r u always in my house???

Spot8365631: this metaphor has gone to far. blocked deleted and unfollowed.

santagay: honestly? thats fair

santagay: i respect ur choices

Spot8365631: sounds fake but ok

PM with Spot8365631

inyourFACEtrack: in a beautiful twist of fate, crutchie jack are going to see a movie with davey and kath, and im home alone with a meat lovers pizza on its way

Spot8365631: ok?

inyourFACEtrack: would you care to join me?

Spot8365631: no, sounds too much like a date, and were not in a relationship right?

inyourFACEtrack: dude, were friends, sharing a pizza, and maybe having anal sex

inyourFACEtrack: thats not a date its just what we do

Spot8365631: still no, i have to finish a foreign policy essay for tomorrow

inyourFACEtrack: oh ok

[shallowseeker]

It’s a bit implied that if Cas had told Dean about the snake, Dean might’ve actually avoided/ignored it. (Which is fascinating to me in what it says about the group denial of Jack’s condition.)

//

There’s a mated Mary scene to it, too! (script) Where it’s implied if they’d told Mary about the danger of Jack using his powers, she would’ve ignored that and take the risk to save Sam anyway, no matter the consequences.

This in no way excuses Cas keeping the euthanasia of a pet from everyone. Likewise, Mary appeared to know very little about the potential danger of Jack using his powers. For all Dean wants to be told things, he doesn’t appear to loop in Mary about Jack not using his powers. Which is… a lovely parallel and an eloquent nod to the stages of grief, I think. (At this point, they all three know about how Lily’s magic consumes Jack’s soul… and they all saw Jack consume his own soul to defeat Michael.)

It’s just—all the badness, all the stupid timing. :(

I mean, gosh. In 14x17, Cas is rushing back to come clean about Jack and the snake, only a coupla episode after it happened, but unfortunately has no idea of the fast-paced disaster unfolding, or that calling his own father for help was… a fatal thing. (Boo!)

Meanwhile, Jack tortures Nick for information, then uses his powers to fly to Nick and crack him like a popper. Then he again uses his powers to save Sam’s noggin.

It seems like the biggest mistake in all of this might be Sam’s call for Jack to torture Nick? Mary (and Dean in the script) warned of Nick/Lucifer: “He’s always a threat.” And they were right. It’s a bit like tye Apocalypse World all over again, when Sam’s recklessness about the tunnel got them in hot water. (And Sam himself got piranha-chomped to death ofc.)

///

But also, there’s bad calls all around. Mary’s call to use Jack’s powers turned out to be a bad one. As was Jack’s healing of Sam (objectively). And while the snake euthanization seems like a vital piece of information, I’m not sure it stacks all that heavily with respects to, as Sam said, what everyone already knew individually. (Again, that’s just my opinion… that they had enough info to warrant extreme caution, even without the snake death as a “tipping point.”)

They were all present when the initial Lily Sunder soul magic was performed, and in 14x14, tfw watched Jack consume Michael. Here’s the bonus info each has: (1) Sam got Rowena’s additional warning about Lily Sunder’s magic being parasitic, (2) Dean got reassurance but also a little warning from Donatello, and (3) Cas saw Jack euthanize the snake.

With their collective experience re: soullessness and the information they each currently have, I think this “Jack is safe with her” is a bit of a weird assumption in context of what they currently know:

Dean saw soulless Sam almost sacrifice Bobby (and other things). Hell, Sam remembers some of the shit he did. I think that, even without the snake info, Dean and Sam have enough information at their disposal as experienced hunters not to be making this mistake.

So, why do they make it?

(a) Deep denial. They love Jack, and they’re actually in much the same boat Cas is: they’re afraid. In denial.

(b) Even though they know Jack isn’t ready for the field, his powers are, simply put, just too damn useful. He’s stronger than them (and, tragically, using his powers seems to hurt his head and make him more volatile). As @soullessjack has pointed out, Jack’s subconscious “Lucifer” has picked up on this too, that his wellbeing is supposed to come second to their causes:

The one working from the least amount of info seemed to actually be Mary???

And Sam and Dean should’ve talked with her more after their decision re: Jack’s powers post-Don’t Go Into the Woods imho. I’m not even convinced she knows about what happened with Jack and Michael to the depth she should.

And although he doesn’t come out full force and talk about how they themselves failed Mary, Sam’s a little bit right here:

But he’s, in true Sam form, also pretty damn wrong. Instead of focusing on his own concrete actions, like pushing to use Lily’s magic, or and I quote ��dumping” a psychologically injured Jack on Cas and Dean (and then running them ragged), or counseling Jack by talking about the loss of his own soul, or not being as forthcoming with Mary as they could’ve been…

…Sam sidesteps that and reaches back further, to the balm of generic inevitability: “from the very beginning, you knew.”

Sigh. Saaaaaaam...

EDIT: I mean, comparatively, Cas was way more honest about his failures and fears. Sam is rewriting the narrative to be one of passive fate. Deans in full-on denial, which is… barbed and certainly painful. Dean cannot even process or verbalize what he feels or where he himself failed, which will set him up to be manipulated by Chuck.

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

Lazy Days and You

Summary: Love carries no expiration date. All you know is, with a little luck and fairy dust, you’ll feel Cupid’s arrow!  Redemption and love...two vital ingredients for joy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Character of Color Marisol Kincaid

OFC: Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda, Tony and Anthony Grant Barnes (eventually)

Warning: Redemption and happiness (misspelled on purpose)

Word Count: 882

A/N: My entry in @supersoldierslover Taw’s 3k Writing Challenge! Congratulations my friend.  You’re a sweetheart. Enjoy!

An Avenger has little to no time for a relationship. Clint and Laura’s marriage is exception to the rule. With each mission, moments of uncertainty looms overhead. What if they were mortally wounded or killed? No one deserved to constantly be on edge.

Happiness eluded James Buchanan Barnes like the plague. So, he resorted to playing the field. Pretty soon, he amassed quite the reputation. Bucky Barnes, lady killer.

Marisol wasn’t an Avenger. Her position at Stark Industries lacked adventure and danger. As supervisor over the Records Room, Marisol ensured staff uploaded pertinent HYDRA data, via computer into F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s data bank for storage. Also, Marisol personally transferred delicate notes onto a USB, where they were sealed and placed in Tony’s private safe…..off site.

Tony found a reason to throw one of his over-the-top parties. Standing at the bar with Steve, Bucky scanned the crowd for this elusive woman whose peaked his curiosity.

Greeting her friends, Marisol strolled to the bar. “Jack straight please.”

Turning on the charm, Bucky attempted to reel her in. “Jack straight? Pretty ballsy drink for a dame.”

Rolling her eyes, Marisol shot him down. “II know all about your womanizing reputation and I will not be another notch in your bedpost. Have a good evening.”

Sam witnessed the exchange and couldn’t wait to tease Bucky. “Damn man. She turned you down like a hotel bed.”

“I love challenges.” Bucky gulped his drink, joining Steve, Sam, Tony, and Thor.

Sam chuckled, “Hey Tin Can, your 40s bullshit won’t work on her. The hottie in the black dress shot him down,” motioning towards a group of ladies having an animated conversation.

Tony snorted, “Who Marisol? You’d stand a better chance talking to the nice lady in HR. You know, Ms. Channing; medium height, support hose, always smells like Ben-Gay?”

Steve, Sam and Thor laughed so hard, tears rolled down their faces. Bucky didn’t find it amusing. This goddess turned James Buchanan Barnes away??

Snapping back, Bucky mused “I’ve always loved a challenge. Game on doll.”

First, he abstained from frivolous flirting and sex. Anytime women attempted to latch onto him, Bucky refused to acknowledge their presence.

Next, Bucky knew in order to make a full 360, he’d make the ultimate sacrifice; torching his expansive library of black books.

Punching the up button, James Buchanan Barnes exhaled and stepped into the elevator. Bucky scrolled through his phone’s playlist, stopping at the mournful tune, ‘Taps.’ Mumbling to himself, “It’s now or never Barnes.”

Upon arrival on the roof, he started a fire in the pit. One by one, Bucky tossed his books into the crackling fire. A lone tear dropped from his eyelash. The time to settle down arrived! He wanted much more than an occasional booty call.

Days, weeks, and months passed. Bucky delivered flowers to Marisol’s office, asked her out for coffee…….nothing.

Tony played matchmaker, inviting Marisol to movie night. Steve and Bucky were last to arrive. They’d completed a rigorous training session.

Engaged in deep conversation about who won, Bucky didn’t see Marisol sitting on the loveseat.

Steve nudged his arm, “Buck, look who’s here.”

Sam taunted the speechless former assassin. “What’s wrong tin can? Cat got your tongue?”

Marisol waved at Bucky, tucking a lock of hair behind her left ear.

Tony, Nat and Wanda took advantage of the moment, snapping a picture of Bucky’s dumbfounded expression.

Steve extended his hand, “Hello I’m Steve Rogers.” “Marisol Kincaid, nice to meet you.”

Tony couldn’t let this priceless moment go without busting Bucky’s chops. “Marisol, Oil Can’s usually not tongue tied. Well, say something?

“H-hello. M’Bucky.” Everyone laughed at his nervous behavior.

“We’ve met remember? Tony’s last party? By the way, I love roses. How did you know?

Bucky responded, “Didn’t know. Lucky guess?”

“Wanna sit with me?” Marisol patted the seat next to her.

Nodding ‘yes’, Bucky flopped down in the seat; a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Can we start the movie already?” Nat blurted out.

Tonight’s choice selected by Marisol………”The Jaws Collection”

Placing a bowl of popcorn in her lap, Wanda loved Marisol’s movie choices.

Sipping on a beer, Sam set the rules. “Okay kiddies. Light’s out and Barnes, NO NECKING!”

“Shut up Birdboy. You’re just mad. Turn around and watch the movie.

A chorus of ‘shhhhh’ echoed around the room.

Scooting close to Bucky’s side, Marisol whispered, “Would you join me for pizza and ice cream tomorrow?”

Clearly startled, Bucky stammered, “Y-yeah, um I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll meet you in the common room around 2 p.m. Okay?’

“Okay.” She and Bucky turned towards the movie screen, munching on popcorn and beer.

Sleep eludes him most nights. Bucky would toss and turn from horrific nightmares. After movie night, he slept like a baby.

A bundle of nerves, Steve and Sam tried to calm Bucky down. Unsure of his outfit, Steve recommended a shirt, jeans and boots.

“M’hands are sweatin’ something awful. Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Bucky’s hesitance pissed Sam off.

Sam, rolling his eyes, scolded him, “Look you ancient asshole, you’ve done nothing but talked about this woman for months. Get your clothes on and have fun.”

Bucky shook his head up and down. Steve pushed him towards the shower. He and Sam left the room.

Dressed and ready to go, Bucky inhaled, exhaled, stepping in the elevator.

A vision of loveliness, Marisol sported ripped knee stonewashed skinny jeans, multi-colored sweater that really made her eyes pop, Ugg boots and a leather jacket.

Bucky offered his arm. “Shall we m’lady?”

Giggling, Marisol beamed, “Why yes, kind sir. We shall!”

Bucky and Marisol walked to her favorite pizza parlor, “Dominique’s.” It was quiet and intimate. They ordered pizza and colas. She listened attentively to stories about pre-serum Steves’ wild adventure. No mention of his time in HYDRA’s clutches. In turn, Marisol explained how her family was killed by HYDRA. They were mistaken for another family.

She couldn’t stop the flow of salty liquid rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Bucky. It’s still raw after two years.”

Using his calloused thumb, Bucky wiped the tears from her face. “S’okay doll. I understand.”

Marisol and Bucky enjoyed lazy days, picnics in the backyard of the compound and long walks through Central Park . Although she lived off site, Nick Fury insisted she and her staff move in due to threats from HYDRA.

Bucky was over the moon elated. His best girl one floor down.

Most days though, the lovebirds could be found tangled together, making out like hormonal teenagers.

Tony and Sam didn’t waste the opportunity to annoy Bucky. “Hey Birdman. Look at Veronica and Jughead sucking face.”

Sam added, “Damn would y’all go to your room?”

Grabbing his hand, Marisol pulled Bucky towards his room. “Bye bye haters.”

Nat and Wanda returned from their month long recon mission, Marisol greeted the ladies with a hug.

“Yay, you’re back!!! Go shower and we’ll have girl time,” in her sing-song voice.

Wanda and Nat left the room to shower and prepare for mani/pedis, wine and rom coms.

“I’ll see you later Bucky,” placing a chaste kiss on his pouting lips.

Of course he didn’t mind. Bucky’s love for Marisol grew more and more.

Having been together for almost two years,  Bucky wanted Marisol to become his wife. So, operation “Let’s Get Married” was birthed.

Under the ruse of a 1940s Anthony Stark party, Nat and Wanda coaxed Marisol into an excursion of epic proportion…shopping in New York using Tony Stark’s unlimited credit card..

At the compound, caterers and decorators scurried in the ballroom. A disco ball hung from the ceiling; casting a kaleidoscope of shapes on the wall. Silver and black balloons swayed at the entrance of the room.

The melodic sound of Glenn Miller waft from the speakers. Topping off the affair, Pepper hired them a waiter. On the menu: Duck a l’orange, Sauteed Broccoli, Savory Sage Cornbread Stuffing, Sweet Potatoes with Spiced Butter Pecan Topping. Dessert…LATER!

Nat found the perfect dress, shoes and clutch purse for Marisol.

“Now, skedaddle.  Wanda and I gotta get dressed. Meet us in the ballroom?” Nat smirked.

“See you downstairs.”

Wanda texted Bucky:

W: Marisol’s on the way

Buckaroo: Everything’s all set.

W: Good luck

Buckaroo: I’m really nervous

W: Nat says you’ll be fine

James Buchanan Barnes stood frozen. He was transformed back to the 40s. A tear rolled down his cheek. Marisol was a vision of loveliness.

“My don’t you look handsome Bucky.” Marisol blushed.

Bucky’s voice cracked, “Doll, I can’t begin to say how gorgeous you are. Wow. I’m a lucky man.”

Escorting her to the table, Bucky pulled out Marisol’s chair. “Thank you. Always a gentleman.”

Their elegant meal and champagne were presented. The happy couple dined, laughed, and made small talk savoring every moment.

Bucky raised his glass for a toast. “To the love of my life. You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I’mma better man ‘cause of you.”

Reaching inside his pocket, Bucky took to one knee. “Marisol Kincaid, I’ll love you till the end of time and beyond. No one will ever compare to you. Would you be my wife?”

Unable to hold back tears, she whispered ‘yes.’

Bucky led his fiance’ to the dance floor swaying to Glenn Miller’s “Moonlight Serenade”.  

Showing off some impressive dance moves, the newly engaged couple danced the night away.

Three months later, Bucky and Marisol married in an intimate ceremony. Bruce officiated, Tony and Sam escorted Marisol down the aisle.

Two years after marrying, a chubby cheek baby boy, Anthony Grant Barnes was born.  Weighing 8 lbs. 6 ozs., curly brown hair and bright blue gray eyes.

Of course everyone fawned over him. Bucky couldn’t be prouder. He had a wife, son, and free will.

Snuggled in his daddy’s safe arms, 4 year old Grant peered out the floor length window.

“Daddy, guess what? I love you this much,” stretching his little arms as far as he could.

Bucky’s heart swelled with pride. “Hey tiger, guess what? I love you to the moon and beyond.”

Leaning against the door jamb, Mrs. Barnes admired her two favorite guys.

Spying his mommy, Grant wiggled out his daddy’s arms, running to Marisol. “Hello sweetheart. Are you watching the raindrops?”

“Uh huh. Daddy hold me up to the window. S’lotta rain.”

She walked over, standing next to her husband. “Just think. Next year, we’ll have two kids.”

“Wh-wh-what? I-you-we’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yes, my sweet, I’m 2 months pregnant. Are you excited?”

“You’ve given me so much. I’m the luckiest sap in the face of the earth. Didn’t think happiness would come my way. Now, there’s no way I could live without my family.”

“Yay, I’m gonna have a brudder or sister!!!” Grant jumped around the room.

Bucky placed a kiss on Marisol’s flat tummy. “Hey little one, this is your daddy. Grant and I are excited about meeting ya. Please don’t make mommy sick. See’ya in 7 months peanut!”

Fin

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Working It Over

Genre: Fan Fiction (Suicide Squad) Pairing: Captain Boomerang/OFC Warnings: Language, Sexual Content Rating: NSFW Length:One-Shot Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: Goes along with  Working Woman Blues

"Happy Birthday!" Izzy cheered, popping open the cliche, tan trench coat, letting it slide to the floor revealing her naked body.

"The fuck? It ain't me birthday." Boomerang rubbed the tip of his nose. "Put yer clothes back on, woman."

"Excuse me?" Izzy blew a stray curl out of her face, hands on her hips she glared at the man before her. "Since when did you pass on sex?"

She had been sure it was his birthday, hell she had even bought the perfect Unicorn puking rainbows as a card. Whatever, his loss on the card.

"I've got things to do, yer wastin' time, Iz." He didn't bother to look back at the naked and fuming woman who stood in the middle of his warehouse. If he played the cold shoulder then the sex would be better off, anyway. "Now hand me a beer and grab that duffle bag."

Muttering something about how she'd like to shove his dead body into a duffle bag, Izzy bent – shakily on the sky scraper heels – and grabbed a, no doubt filthy, tank top off of the floor and slid it on over her naked form. The fridge was almost empty, which meant it would only be a matter of time before George showed up at her small studio apartment, looking for something to eat.

Picking up two cans of beer, she violently shook one, making sure to hand it to him after she had opened hers. Cursing when the foamy beer sprayed into his face, soaking the front of his shirt, George sneered in Izzy's direction. "Bitch,"

His large mitt effortlessly swiped the can from Izzy's hand, tipping the cold liquid to his mutton chop covered lips, draining and crunching the can with one squeeze. Leaning against a ragged and worn couch, Izzy licked her lips and narrowed her dark eyes into a glare, her head tilted to the side.

"Big night?" She asked trying to peek over his wide shoulders at the duffel bag, the one she was supposed to get, but had conveniently forgotten to pick up from the floor.

"Huh?" Boomerang grunted at the dark haired woman beside him. "Nah, nothing to worry yer pretty head about, Iz."

"George," Izzy stood straight, his tank top hanging from her small shoulders, "did you take that job from a Mr. Oshiro, by chance?"

The Captain's silence was all that Izzy needed to confirm an answer. That fucker!

Not even two full days ago, Izzy had picked up that job. It was an easy in and out, with a decent pay off, once the goods were unloaded by Mr. Oshiro's thugs. Knowing Boomerang, he had picked the loot, but wasn't going to be in much of a mood to meet at the designated spot and time. If he fucked this up, it was bound to leave a bad taste in many mouths, not to mention the damages it could do for Izzy's own career.

Being a skilled thief and a woman was already a difficult task, be damned if she were allowing this bonehead to ruin that.

"Who am I to turn down a good job?" George cleared his throat, rubbing his fingers over the priceless crystal that had been stashed in his bag. "The price was right and I need a new muffler for me bike."

"A muff...a muff...." Izzy began to laugh loudly. "A muffler? I needed rent and bills paid, and..."

"Tsk tsk." The Captain wagged a meaty finger in her face. "Stealing to pay yer bills? Be honest about it or don't do it at all, Iz."

Of course, she should have known. What did Captain Boomerang know about paying bills or rent? He'd found this place when he'd got a tip that the owner was off to prison – tax fraud – and he certainly wasn't into paying for the electricity that he was jacking from a nearby power bank. The one time Izzy heard him even mention legal taxes, he had been at her to get married. George had claimed they would get better benefits that way, it seemed perfect to him, until Izzy pointed out that he couldn't do taxes based on stolen property.

"I may be a thief, but unlike you Digger, there are still some morals that I uphold." Izzy straightened her posture, trying to appear taller and more imposing. Useless with her short stature, even in these heels, she barely reached his nose. "Now, are you going to meet and drop that off or are you going to get us both killed?"

Lazily pulling cigarette from the pocket of his worn out Captain jacket, Boomerang ran his tongue over his teeth, sucking in a sharp hiss of air. "You're getting on me last nerve, woman." He warned, pulling out a lighter.

"You're getting on me last nerve..." Izzy mocked in a high pitched tone, with a scoff.

"I mean it!" Boomerang growled, his blue eyes locking in on her. "I won't be held accountable, if you push me to it."

Laughing dryly, Izzy snorted in disbelief. His threats were empty, always the same, yet here she was. George wouldn't harm a hair on her head, not that he couldn't or because the repercussions were too great, but simply because if he were forced to hide her body, there would be nobody around to keep his warm when the cold winds shook his rundown warehouse. As long as she was willing and had tits, Izzy knew she was a safe bet.

"You've had a thousand chances, but you never bother."

"Women, not worth the trouble they bring." The Captain muttered and cursed, smashing his cigarette into the concrete floor with his duct taped boot. "Yer looking for it now, are ya, Iz?"

"What are you going to do? Hmm? You," She pushed forward from her perch, extending her reach to grasp the front of his blue polyester jacket, drawing him near. "Don't have the balls." Izzy gripped the front of his stained jeans, cupping and squeezing roughly.

Fighting a groan, Boomerang grabbed her upper arms, twisting her around with little effort. Izzy's small body spun, her back hitting his chest with a thud. Yelping from shock and arousal, Izzy suppressed a moan. The Captain held his arm around her shoulders, keeping her pinned to him, using the other to lift his tank top away from her bottom.

"You're gone and done it now, Iz." His voice was rough in her ear. "Go on, say it." He encouraged, his hand gripping her thigh, fuck, she'd have one hell of a bruise later.

"Say what?" She played dumb. The second he touched her, Boomerang would know what this had turned her on immensely. He would know that she was an orgasm waiting to happen, she would be at his mercy, and she prayed that he would play fair. "Hmm? That you're terrible at managing assets? You stole my job? That you're going to end up in a huge mess, if you don't...Ooh!" She squeaked in surprise.

A large finger extended from his larger, rougher hand, nestling between her slick bare folds. Just for him, she'd endured one of those stupid home wax kits, the things women did for a man on his birthday. Prick, she was certain that he'd mentioned it being his birthday today.

Two fat fingers, knuckle deep Boomerang chuckled at the woman grinding herself onto his hand, silently demanding more while trying to remain her composure. Izzy wouldn't take long before he wore her down, she was too easy.

"Well?" He prompted, his voice rumbling sending shivers through her.

"Well, W-what?" Izzy choked back a sob of pleasure.

She had came over here ready to fuck him three ways from Sunday, being mad at him over this job had heightened that arousal, the Captain was not being fair. Oh! She swallowed a lump in her throat, sitting harder on his hand, willing his fingers to go as far as they could. Boomerang curled his fingers, hitting all the right spots, his large thumb manhandling her clit.

So he didn't have the greatest finesse when it came to fingering a woman, right now that detail didn't matter.

"Are you going to say it? Beg me? Come on, Izzy, you know what you want. All you gotta do is ask ole' Boomer. Ask and I'll bend ya over, right here." George spoke, biting at her exposed shoulder and grunting at the way she writhed her ass against his junk.

"S-seems like y-you need it more than me." Izzy moaned spreading her legs a little wider, wanting more. Pumping his fingers faster, George stifled a groan when she reached back to grab his balls again. Damn this woman.

"Ya think so?" His blue eyes narrowed in a challenge.

Izzy nodded frantically, unable to form words around a moan. His thumb danced, roughly, on her clit assaulting her sense. Inside she could feel those damn sausage like fingers pounding away, no rhythm only a goal – getting her to the point of no return. All she could think about was that threat of being bent over and fucked. It wouldn't be the first time that Boomerang had bent Izzy over the work bench and took her on one hell of a ride.

"Y-yes." Izzy squeaked with a whimper.

Be damned, if Izzy was going to win this one. Clearing his throat, Boomerang stopped all actions. Slipping his fingers away, seconds before Izzy had reached her reward. Licking his lips, he took a step back, weak in the knees Izzy wobbled like a fawn, trying to gain her legs.

"Home ya go, then." Boomerang took a quick sniff of his coated fingers, shoving them in his pockets. Shame, she had shown up here without panties. He'd have to use what he could, when he took care of things later. Jerking off in an empty warehouse wasn't his idea of a good night, but he refused to let her win.

"What the fuck?" Izzy spat, her core aching for his fingers to come back.

"That's for leaving me tied to ya bed, gagging me and taking off. Ya damn harlot." George sucked his teeth in triumph. Remembering their last meeting, of a sexual nature, he was all about getting even. "Be glad I ain't tying ya here naked and blindfolded."

"You're a fucking monster." Izzy accused him with a deathly glare.

"Get yer coat and go home, Izzy." George laughed at her assumption. "It ain't worth slitting throats over, besides, I've got me some money to collect. Be a good girl, run along home, and next week we can celebrate me birthday."

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I don’t really have a question, more like I want your opinion on one of my meta/headcannons? So, Jack gloms onto Cas pretty fast. Unless Jack can determine good from evil from inside Kelly (another topic entirely), what attracts him to Cas? Even if Dagon wasn't nice to Kelly, at least she kept her safe (ish). So, my headcanon is that there is residual grace from lucifer in all of the vessels he inhabited, namely Cas and Sam. Like, he recognizes it as something of his father's. (1/2)

(2/2) I also choose to believe that Jack isn’t evil just because Lucifer is; Lucifer wasn’t born evil anyway. So, maybe Jack will be attracted to Sam, feel safe in his presence, in the same way, using his father’s chosen vessel as a placeholder for his actual father. What do you think attracted Jack to Cas? (I love your meta, keep up the awesome work! :D)

Wow, all the questions :D Well, here’s my opinion based on my understanding and reading of the whole show and Jack’s story so far.

1. Jack zoning in on Cas - it could be that it’s due to Lucifer’s grace but that kind of takes away from the point of it…because imo it’s to do with CAS.

Jack is a catalyst, an exposition for TFW.

He’s not going to suddenly be the focus of the show, he is there to tell us things about the guys we care about already. So imo he zones in on Cas because Cas is good and has good intentions. I mean even within these 2 episodes, the last and first scene we see of Cas with Dean is him caring and healing him.

So yeah, Cas is trying to do the right thing (even if he is stupid for the right reasons, right? because that is Cas’ go - to, it’s what he’s always done, making some pretty crappy decisions based on doing the right thing, ultimately it all works out thanks to TFW in the end most of the time in the best way it can in SPN, leading to the next problem, but THIS time or at least, at the end…. Cas needs his OWN WIN based on doing things for the right reasons,  he needs his hero arc and personally I feel it’s likely to happen through Jack, especially if s14 or pushing it s15 is the last, but that’s just speculation, but really it doesn’t make sense otherwise, if they’re going to keep going Jack kinda has to end up bad or making something worse to keep the story going, but as it stands he is the perfect metaphor/catalyst to tie up all of TFW’s arcs and I love it, I’m so ready).

People had different pov’s on this at the time and as hiatus goes on and we learn more from where season 13 is going it seems many are coming around to the idea that Jack is a blank slate, that he showed Cas and Kelly a vision but that he did he isn’t doing it maliciously but is reaching out, that he probably doesn’t know right from wrong that well at this point, potentially he is like the good Angels were in s4 (epitomised by Cas) and thinks paradise is a good thing, that he’s helping, he doesn’t understand free will (he needs someone to teach him about free will, humanity, love… coincidence?).

( This is why we have this wild wild speculation that perhaps he could bring Cas back at first without his memories (so the “most important parts” are back, ofc, as we know thanks to the themes of this in 12x11, 12x20 and who are you as foreshadowing perhaps for this) because he wants to help Cas and doesn’t know this is wrong at this point, because he is still in this ‘paradise and peace is good’ mentality . He just wants to take away the pain, the regret, the self loathing due to his past mistakes that runs through him and has led him down this depressive arc. Then we can see who Cas really is, fun loving, sweet, confident and caring (much like Crazy!Cas imo) and he chooses to have his memories restored and we get a glorious “Dean!” revelation. Who the fuck knows, but I love this idea now @super-sootica laid it in my head and I built this freaking whole of s13 wild fanfic in my head :p )

Either way he’s brand new and acting on instinct and based on his surroundings (which is why I said that imo Jack would probably be ‘bad’ or make mistakes in the first part of s13, to mirror Sam’s arc but also because Dean would probably drive him off or make him turn angry/dark/whatever because while Sam is starting to get through to Jack Dean is so upset and angry he probably bursts into the room and starts yelling at Jack like “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO? YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND AND MY MOM!” and what did we get from SDCC? Exactly this *smugly and annoyingly pats self on the back and hopes this is actually true but has to wait and see*.

Dagon was AWFUL to Kelly, she was threatening Kelly all the time and wanted to CONTROL Jack, while also absolutely being a threat at the sandbox to them all, while Cas had smiled when touching Kelly’s stomach and Jack noticed this, making Kelly’s eyes flash in the motel - so for me Jack had noted Cas’ goodness before this point, in contrast to Dagon. The whole thing was set up for us to see Dagon as the dark parental figure mirror while Cas was the light mirror in all their interactions with Kelly being heavily mirrored. Eg. Cas getting Kelly the water, being hugely consensual and treating Kelly like her own person. Dagon is Lucifer’s stand in and Cas is Lucifer’s light mirror - so absolutely the two are supposed to be seen by Jack and by the audience more importantly, exposition ally through Jack and Kelly, as good v evil.

2. I am a huge believer in that we have no CONFIRMATION that Lucifer was ever originally evil, there’s a hint at it with the jealousy of humanity but then there’s Chuck literally saying he’s not the villain so… yeah. Jealousy does not make a person evil. Then we find out that it’s all because he just wanted his father’s love? Mirroring him to all of TFW? OK they did the story badly imo, making him whiney etc but that was the point of late s11-early s12 for Lucifer. 

Then there’s the mark that corrupted our loved and up on a fandom pedestal righteous man Dean within a year and Lucifer had it for Millenia. I mean Lucifer can be evil in the end and be killed (and it’s easer, narratively) but I think we need confirmation either way as my personal view as of right now is that Lucifer should be redeemed and/or reset as the mark did twist him beyond redemption as it stands now OR we need confirmation that he was always evil. But imo a story of redemption for Lucifer through Jack (ironically as he was his tool for evil, should be the one to redeem him and TFW through teaching Jack himself the righteous path, as our heroes) and someone else coming out of the woodwork as the actual big bad due to their own selfish, not forced upon them reasons, makes more sense. Again… SDCC hints at Michael? I’m super interested cos this fits my end of s12 theory exactly, but I didn’t think they’d necessarily do as it’s a bit convoluted but given that Dabb seems to be living in my brain… I’m intrigued.

Anyway, the idea that Jack is inherently evil is just so WRONG I can’t even…. there are 2 points, that Lucifer probably wasn’t even evil to start with and the WHOLE POINT OF THE SHOW which is that each individual can decide what they want to be and be their own person NOT based on their lineage and specifically fathers and blood. 

FAMILY DON’T END IN BLOOD AND IT DOESN’T START THERE EITHER.

If Jack decides to be evil, if he turns evil for his own reasons then FINE. It makes no sense to me unless they are going to keep going with the show for a good while longer (like s15+) or don’t know what to do with s14 (imo humans as the big bad makes most sense to finish up on to really subvert the start of the show and emphasis all the social and psychological themes of the show), but I can go along with it if that’s what is necessary production wise even if it doesn’t make a ton of sense narratively, because that’s the nature of shows like this that sometimes are never ending and sometimes get randomly cancelled like Angel halfway through telling a story so it just doesn’t make sense (e.g. Fred). But him being inherently evil is just so bleurgh and against the whole principles of the show, just, no.

3. I think absolutely Jack will be attracted to Sam in that they are mirrors of each other and they will have loads of interactions that will be all about Sam forgiving himself in what he sees in Jack, understanding that he sometimes had no control, no choice over what happened but also then when he did, helping Jack make good decisions instead of the bad ones he made (demon blood, Ruby etc) and thus in his own mind ‘making up’ for them and redeeming himself.

I keep banging on about it but “see one, do one, teach one” is my mantra with Jack. Through this all of TFW will get towards their endgames imo, through teaching Jack lessons that are particular to them (Cas humanity, belonging and self worth, Sam to defy Lucifer and self forgiveness, Dean to defy your father/heritage and self acceptance).

Sorry… I am passionate about Jack and kind of flail but all the stuff we have so far about s13 confirms my wild speculation so far so I’m trying to be calm and collected whilst also being super hyped and waving my arms in the air going “SEE?!!!”. I’m excited to see what we are right and wrong about, I’m sure there will be a ton of twists and turns and a few “wow, didn’t see that coming!” moments, but as for now I’m just super excited to see how they take this and relate it to TFW’s (imo) positive endgames :D

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Canadian Girl

Chapter Twelve

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC  |  Word Count:4515 Warnings: Swearing, mild violence, implied abusive former relationship, stereotyping of Canadians (I'm allowed, I am one)

A/N: For those who are familiar with, or have been to the Canadian Finals Rodeo please note, I have taken artistic license on a few things. I am aware that not everything portrayed is correct. That's why it's called Fiction.

Jonas was still reeling a few days later as he watched the two Americans unload the three bulls from the trailer into the pens. Matt, Natasha, and Kennedy were dealing with the horses, but watching Steve and Bucky was both amusing and amazing.

The two men knew absolutely nothing when it came to bulls. They were decent with the horses, but the bulls were completely new.

He’d warned them to watch out for the Brahma.

Cyclone had a wicked temper, wasn’t afraid to gore you through the fence if he could, and of course, he’d tried, but Bucky with that metal arm had simply grabbed the animal by the horn and given it a shove which had skidded the big bull backwards, nearly bowling him right over. Every day since Cyclone kept a wary eye on Bucky, and Bucky kept one on the bull.

Steve had had his own run-in with one of the old males, a breeding bull by the name of Jacks All In. It had charged him in the paddock, but Cap had only turned around and punched him square between the eyes. The massive black bull had toppled over stunned, gotten up, shaken himself off, and followed Steve docile as a kitten around the pen afterwards.

Thank the good lord the bull wasn’t one he needed to buck anymore, cause he doubted he would. Cap had punched the ornery right out of him.

They definitely did things differently, but, after the second day, he’d worried less about the men and more about his livestock. Long as neither of them punched one of his prize bulls, the rank ones no one could ride, they’d be okay.

They both sat a horse reasonably well. Diamond was quite taken with Bucky, and Steve had gotten up on Rocky.

He was struck with the fact that they would have used horses on occasion back during the war. After spending half a week with the two men, it was hard to remember they’d come from a different era.

Now, Natasha, on the other hand, was a little ball of fire. She really knew nothing about livestock, but Kennedy had taken her under her wing, and the two had bonded fairly quickly, much to his daughter’s surprise. It was no secret Kennedy was self-conscious, but between Steve’s constant attention – something he was so not ready to see – Bucky’s brand of teasing, and Natasha’s boundless enthusiasm, they were dragging her back out of the shell she’d hidden in.

Kennedy’s relationship with Carl stuck in his craw something fierce.

He’d known something was wrong there, had for months, hell, years before she’d finally come home after graduation looking like death.

She was a completely different person.

His exuberant, outgoing Kennedy had become a shadow of herself.

They’d had to practically force her to eat, and it had taken weeks for Mary to convince her to confide in what had gone down. All Kennedy had said when she’d come home was that it was over, she had broken up with Carl. Even now he was sure there were things she’d told Mary, Mary had never told him, likely to keep him from up and killing Carl.

But now she had Steve. Captain freaking America. Dear lord! If the man married his daughter, he was going to be related to a superhero! Hell, the wedding they’d have to throw because, holy jumpin’s, just how many other superheroes would show up?

Shaking his head, he pushed those thoughts away as too much, too soon. He refused to giggle like a fangirl at the prospect of getting to meet Thor! He clenched his fists to hold back the excited ‘eee’ which wanted to slip out.

Clearing his throat, he glanced around to make sure everything was still under control and turned his thoughts to Fury’s proposal.

The man had been one scary S.O.B. Between the black clothes and the eye patch, Jonas had taken one look at the man stomping his way towards the door and stiffened his spine. Yet, here too, he’d found a completely different person than what he’d expected, kind of like Stark, in that though he was gruff and a bit intimidating, Fury had a good head on his shoulders and had come offering them what seemed like an interesting idea.

With the size of the land and house, would they be interested in allowing the newly reformed SHIELD program to use their property as a base of operations. Nothing big, mind you, but a place to do wilderness training for the newer recruits, as well as possibly housing those agents who needed a place to recover after a severe traumatic event.  They’d build a small training facility away from the house and barns but wondered if the Canadians would extend their hospitality to those who were injured, allowing them a comfortable and completely normal environment to spend their recuperation. Of course, SHIELD would pay them for their cooperation, stay as much out of their way as possible, and provide needed security for their family.

Mary had always wanted to run a bed and breakfast, and the boys had both been making plans to build their own homes on the property now that they had growing families, so the big house would have been sitting empty. He’d asked to think about it, talk it over with his family, but he was leaning towards saying yes. Hydra was a threat to all of them now.

At dinner a few nights back when all the family had gathered, they’d finally convinced Joan and Daniel it was time they moved out with them. While Joan’s medical was covered, it was getting harder for her to get around and Daniel worked from home more often than not. It wouldn’t be a hardship to transform a chunk of the house into their space, and this way all of the family was safe and the worry he saw in Kennedy’s eyes would disappear.

A clang had him snapping his eyes to the boys as Bucky shut the gates and Steve closed up the trailer. Matt, Kenny, and Nat were doing the same, and he clapped his hands together, turning toward George Malin, this year’s organizer of all things CFR. “There we go.”

George opened and closed his mouth a few times before peering at Jonas. “Jones is that… are those… are they…the Avengers?”

“Hm?” He glanced at the boys as Steve helped Kennedy down off the fence. “Nah! That would be crazy!”

The only one who could wear a cowboy hat with any confidence was Natasha, so Steve and Bucky had stuck to ball caps. Bucky’s long sleeved shirt hid the metal of his arm, as did the leather gloves he wore, while Steve had popped on a pair of thick-framed glasses.

He’d heard his daughter whisper something about how he’d made being a nerd sexy. He’d didn’t even want to know. Just like how he didn’t want to know Steve spent every night in his daughter’s room, or how he was staying in her hotel room either. Those were things no daddy needed to know about.

“Ha… yeah… what was I thinking?” George murmured. “What would the Avengers be doing at CFR, right?”

***

Kennedy’s hair was braided into two pigtails which stuck out the bottom of her hat.

Steve gave one a gentle tug. “Pretty cute, Doc.”

She had her hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans, a belt with more glitter on it than he’d ever expected to see her wear, and a pink and white gingham shirt tied beneath her breasts over her white tank top. She was the epitome of a cowgirl right down to her sexy white hat.

He wanted nothing more than to squeeze her ass in those tight jeans but resigned himself to hands on her waist. “There’s my cowgirl.”

“You call me a filly, Steven, and I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.” She smiled and batted her eyelashes while Natasha laughed.

“I would never dream of it, doll.” He grinned down at her before ducking beneath her hat and kissing her mouth.

She’d made them all go shopping, a rather… interesting experience, kitting them out at a western apparel store, so they didn’t stick out quite so badly behind the chutes.

All three had gotten a crash course in rodeo 101, and with Nat’s talents, she’d blended in beautifully. It wouldn’t surprise him in the least if she got on a horse and ran the barrels.

He and Bucky were doing an adequate job of blending in, though they’d both refused the cowboy boots she’d wanted to put them in. The bottoms were just too slick to make for decent footing if something went wrong, and they had stuck to their combat boots. Both pairs were so worn down, so comfortable, Jonas didn’t think it would matter. Steel toes to work with the bulls wasn’t a farfetched story.

They’d be here most of a week, and Steve was finding the looser fit of the button down shirt he was in kind of nice. Currently, his was navy, Bucky’s was black, both had names of rodeo-related sponsors down the arms and across the shoulders. They’d been given jeans Kennedy said they were a necessity.

Apparently, if his ass didn’t say Wrangler, it would be some kind of rodeo faux pas.

Considering Kennedy had swallowed really hard when he’d walked out of the dressing room and couldn’t pull her eyes from his butt, he wasn’t averse to having his clothes changed.

“What now, doll?” he asked softly.

***

They were later in their arrival on that Tuesday evening thanks to the snow they’d come through, but the events weren’t due to start till the next day.

“Dad will want to visit with the other stock contractors and Matt while likely stay with him but…” She bit her lip and glanced at Nat and Bucky. “You guys want to hit the Roadhouse?”

The rodeo’s after-party bar would likely be up and running already for the competitors, even a day early, and they could go have some fun. It wasn’t all work when you came to these things after all.

“Roadhouse? Like the movie?” Bucky asked his grin a tad cheeky.

Laughing, Kennedy shook her head. “I guess it depends on how drunk everyone is.” As a girl, she’d adored Patrick Swayze, so she knew that title well. “It will be fun.”

“You do know we can’t get drunk, right?” Steve smirked down at her.

“But I can! I’m in!” Nat whooped and jumped up beside Jonas. “Hey, Uncle Jonas, Kenny’s going to take us to the Roadhouse!” Sweeping her hat from her head, she bussed him a kiss on his cheek and slipped a panic button in his pocket. “Push that if you need us,” she whispered in his ear, before giggling and looking up at Matt. “You comin’, cuz?”

Why she’d ever thought Nat was intimidating, Kennedy couldn’t remember. Formidable. Strong willed. Tough. Those were words which fit the redhead best. It was Nat’s confidence in herself which made her intimidating, and the woman had been more than willing to help Kennedy find hers again. Natasha was just… awesome, and had become an inspiration to Kenny in a lot of ways. She liked Nat, had found a friend, and the two of them were a bit more alike than she would have ever guessed. They liked to tease and joke and had quick tongues

Matt blinked down at Nat once and slowly shook his head. “My wife would kill me. I’ll stay with dad.” He glanced at Steve and nodded. “Do not let her drink tequila.”

“Hey!” Kennedy huffed.

“Do not make me remind you what happened last time.” Matt pointed his finger at her. “The words from that song suit you just fine, Kenny!”  

“Rude!” she huffed.

Nat giggled, evidently having heard the song Tequila makes her clothes come off,  but Steve and Bucky looked confused.

She was of no mind to enlighten them.

Chuckling, George tugged six passes from his bag. “Here’s your passes. Get you in where you need to go.”

Taking them from him, Nat smiled as she plucked out four, passing the rest to Matt. “Let’s go!” She jumped down and handed them off to the others.

“We’ll move this trailer and take the truck, dad. See you in the morning!” Kennedy chirped and waved, bounding around the front, climbing in to drive. The other’s followed suit and twenty minutes later, and one very cold walk through the parking lot, she was dragging them through the door of the loud and noisy dance hall. “I haven’t been here in years!”

Nat grinned at Kennedy and took her hand. “There’s a mechanical bull!”

Laughing, Kennedy nodded. “You should try it!”

Smacking her hand into Bucky’s abs, Nat snickered, “He should try it… and use the left arm.”

“That would be cheatin’, doll,” Bucky smirked.

“Besides, he’d pick up so many buckle bunnies we’d need to de-fluff him to take him home,” Kennedy chuckled.

“Explain buckle bunny?” Bucky asked, his grin smug.

Kennedy only looked at him. “No.”

“Ah, doll. That’s mean.” He pouted.

She only narrowed her eyes. “No skanks, Bucky. That’s just… ew.” She shivered in disgust. “We’d have to delouse you before you could get back in the truck.”

Natasha burst out laughing and made her smile.

“Don’t worry, baby. He’s just teasing.” Steve murmured in her ear and grinned at Buck.

She smiled back at Steven.

Late one night, he’d explained a bit about Bucky. How his friend had had his share of women over the years, but Bucky wasn’t like that anymore. He may joke and laugh about it, but the nature of Bucky’s time with Hydra had ingrained in him too many scars for the man to be comfortable letting just anyone crawl between his sheets. It was why he flirted and joked so easily with her.

She was, apparently, safe because she would scoff at him and wave him off as being ridiculous. She was safe for Buck to flirt with because nothing would ever come of it, but it gave him a sense of normality, a link to his past self. She’d silently vowed, then and there, to always be Bucky’s friend, and if that meant suffering his teasing ways, so be it.

“Guess you’ll just have to buy me a beer, doll face,” Bucky smirked at her and caught the keys when she tossed them at him. “What are these for?”

“Someone’s got to be sober enough to drive. As neither of you can get drunk…” She let the ending hang and dashed into the party hand in hand with Nat.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Buck?”

“This could be a really long night,” Bucky sighed softly, stalking after the two giggling reds.

***

It was more fun than she’d had in… Kennedy couldn’t remember how long. Being out of the lab, her project finished and not having selected a new one, gave her a freedom she hadn’t had in years. She drank, she laughed, she dragged Steven out to dance with her, both fast songs and slow. She’d taught Bucky to line dance, went through a line of shots with Natasha – a very bad idea – and managed to get Steven on the mechanical bull.

It was cake for the super soldier in the hat and glasses, but man. His muscles had been all flexy in his arms and legs. And that ass. So hot. Of course, when he’d dismounted like he’d been bull riding all his life, landing lightly on his feet, he’d been instantly surrounded by a host of fluffy women.

How shocked they were when he walked through them, up to her, and had taken her mouth in a possessive, nearly brutal, kiss. It was glorious!

She’d watched Natasha flirt her way through a line of cowboys, dance, drink, and she was nearly sure she’d heard her conversing with Bucky in Russian at one point. Not that she knew Russian, but Kennedy was pretty sure it hadn’t been English.

She’d dragged Bucky out on the dance floor too, learning his smooth, debonair included fancy footwork as well. It made her laugh when he’d dipped her, spun her, and two-stepped her around the room with ease. After, he’d had a host of dance partner’s offer, but he’d stuck to mainly her and Natasha. It wasn’t exactly difficult to feel the difference in his two hands.

A couple of times people came up and casually made mention they sure looked like Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Natasha Romanoff.

All three just played it off like it happened all the time. After all, what would the Avengers be doing at the Canadian Finals Rodeo?

It made people chuckle and continue on their way.

Now, a few hours in, she was hot, sweaty, and damn did she have to pee. Seeing Natasha heading that way as well, Kennedy was quick to catch up. “Well?”

“Okay. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun when it didn’t include guns, torture, or kicking a little ass!” Nat laughed happily, linking arms with Kennedy.

Taken only a little aback, Kennedy chuckled. “You’re kind of scary when you just throw that stuff out there, you know.”

“Meh.” Nat shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.”

Snickering softly, they rounded the corner to where the washrooms were when Kennedy jerked Nat to a stop so quickly it had the former assassin reaching for the knife hidden in her belt.

“Kennedy?” Nat asked.

She knew she’d paled to a ghostly white. All because of the man striding towards them. “Carl…” Kennedy whispered.

***

Natasha was quick to step between Kennedy and Carl, the whisper from her friend one of intense fear. Old fear. A fear which still plagued the doc.

“Well, if it isn’t Kennedy Jones.”

The man walked like a used car salesman, all rolling gate and slick smile. His cowboy hat was tilted back so she could see the eyes which assessed first her, then flicked past to latch on Kennedy.

She could say with honesty he was handsome. He had a chiselled face, square jaw with high cheekbones, and dark eyes which seemed to see right through you. Dark brown hair curled around the edge of his hat, a black one – fitting for a villain or so Nat thought.

Raking her eyes down his form, she smirked a little. Lean, strong with it, but no match for her.

Steve would break him in half.

It wasn’t a wonder why Kennedy had been sucked in by his pretty face, but he made Natasha’s skin crawl.

Unlike Steve, she knew a bit more about Carl and what the man had done to make Kennedy pull away from the world. Women talked to other women who’d experienced similar things with a lot more freedom than they would their lover.

This was a man who needed an ass-kicking.

Natasha was more than happy to give it to him. “Walk away, Kennedy.”

“Nat…” Kennedy crossed her arms, holding her elbows, shaking with each step he took toward them.

“Oh but Kennedy and I need to catch up, don’t we, Kenny?” He glared at her, but Natasha wasn’t about to move out of the way.

“There’s nothing to say, Carl,” Kennedy murmured, voice much weaker than Nat would have liked.

Sneering, he snarled, “But there’s so much to talk about, darling.” He made to reach past her.

Nat just smacked his hand away.

“Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Kennedy’s friend and right now your worst nightmare if you don’t back the fuck up, buddy!” She could smell the booze on him. It wasn’t all courtesy of the bottle in his hand.

“Nat... don’t,” Kennedy said. “I’m not your darling, Carl. Not anymore. Not in five years.”

“And whose choice was that, darling? I sure didn’t say we were through. And just look at you. How you’ve let yourself go.” He tsked softly, taking his eyes over her body.

Natasha could almost feel her withdrawing, Kennedy pulling inside herself with each nasty word. “You do not listen to him, Kennedy! You’re perfect just the way you are. Just the way Steve loves you!”

“Steve!?” Carl looked shocked and betrayed. “You’re cheating now, too, Kenny? Whatever were you thinking? I’ll have to reprimand you for it.” His hand dropped to the big buckle on his belt and ran his fingers over it.

The implications had her seeing red. “Touch her, and it will be the last mistake you ever make,” Natasha growled.

***

That move would have once thrown her into a panic, but Kennedy wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

Instead, she took a deep breath and thought about Steven.

He was so much more than Carl. Brave, strong, kind. He was a man she was proud to call her lover, and Captain America or not, he was a good man. He was nothing like Carl. He showed her every night just how much he loved her. He liked her soft and a little squishy. He liked how she was a little aggressive in bed and would feed his kink. He liked that she had sass and a smart mouth. And most of all... he loved her.

Straightening up, Kennedy let a shit-eating grin cross her face while placing a hand on Natasha's shoulder. “You should go, Carl, before you embarrass yourself. You’re nothing to me anymore. I have a man who loves me for me and isn’t afraid to show it. He’s so much more than you ever were.” Smirking, she made to walk past him because man did she have to pee.

Nat’s smirk was so proud it made Kennedy blush. Still, the redhead kept her body between them.

“Bitch! You always were a fat fuck, dead fish lay! I bet you found another fat fuck to hump you at night,” Carl snarled, stalking after them.

Turning her head, Natasha smiled. It was a look so potent, so clearly flirtatious, but so evil at the same time, it made Carl falter. It was her widow smile. The one that said she’d eat him alive for the fun of it. “Oh, I wouldn’t say Steve was fat, would you... Bucky?”

Kennedy froze before turning slowly around.

Standing behind Carl only a few feet away was Bucky, grinning madly, and a furious Steve.

“Steven...”

He was practically seething, his jaw was so tightly clenched it had a muscle ticking in it. “What did you just say about my girl?” Steve's knuckles cracked when he flexed them.

Carl’s eyes nearly bugged out when he caught sight of the two super soldiers who had appeared silently behind him. “I...”

“You’re going to want to walk away, right the fuck now,” Bucky said, his smile never faltering.

Glaring at the idiot, Steve stalked past him to pull her in close and cup her cheek. “Are you alright, baby?”

Nat’s miracle bruise cream had done wonders for the shiner she had sported, and makeup had done the rest, so she knew she looked okay, even if his eyes lingered.

“I’m fine, Steven.” She smiled shyly up at him. “Carl can’t get to me anymore. I’ve seen him for what he truly is.” She glanced at Carl, looking small in comparison to the two soldiers with her. “A small, pathetic excuse for a man. He's nothing compared to you. Nothing.”

The pride on his face was evident when he leaned down and kissed her. “Perfect, doll face. That’s my Canadian girl.”

Anger twisted Carl’s features as he lunged toward them. “Get your hands off her!”

Bucky plucked the bottle Carl had raised out of his hand, but it was Natasha who kicked him. Once in the gut and a second time square in the chest, knocking Carl into the wall.

“You want us to hand him off to security, Cap? Or should we just toss his stupid ass out in the snow?” Nat asked.

***

Steve had seen it coming a mile away, hadn’t even bothered to flinch because Bucky and Nat always had his back, but Kennedy had recoiled in a way which had his jaw clenching again. Just what hadn't she told him about Carl? “He never laid a hand on her, so the snow is your best option. Other than being drunk and stupid there is nothing to charge him with.”

“I’m on it,” Bucky said, grabbing the stunned idiot by the back of his shirt.

“Steven?” Kennedy whispered as Bucky dragged the protesting Carl away.

“Yeah, baby?” He gently stroked his fingers over her cheek, so proud of how she’d stood up to her ex.

“I really need to use the ladies room.”

He snickered before letting her go. “I’ll wait right here for both of you.” He nodded to Natasha, more grateful than he could currently express as Kennedy darted through the door.

***

Bucky thrust open the exit and dumped dumbass outside. Keeping his foot in the doorway so he could get back in, he crouched down beside the man who was clearly hurting from the power of Nat's kicks.

She sure hadn't been inclined to pull her punches with this one.

“You’re a lucky fellow, you know that?” he said to Carl, slowly beginning to peel the glove from his hand.

“Fuck... you,” Carl wheezed.

“How do I figure, you ask? Well, let me explain something to you. You see, Kennedy is a special girl, and my best friend loves her a hell of a lot. So much so that he wasn’t  about to take away her victory over the abuser she escaped by taking matters into his own hands and beating you bloody.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out Carl had hurt Kennedy. Maybe not physically, but he'd scarred her emotionally for sure. Although, with the way she’d recoiled it was a fair guess the fucker had hit her at some point.

“Now me, on the other hand, if Kenny was my girl and I heard someone call her a... what was it? Fat fuck, dead fish lay... I’d a snapped his neck.” Flexing the fingers of his vibranium hand, he picked up the bottle Carl had tried to swing at Steve, turned it to pour what beer remained into the snow, and crushed it, grinding it down to little more than dust. “This will be your only warning. Come near Kennedy again, and it will be the last mistake you make. I am very, very good at my job.” Dusting his hand off on Carl’s shoulder, Bucky squeezed it tightly until the bones ground together and the man hollered. “You have a good night. Best you don't come back inside.”

Getting to his feet, Bucky tugged the glove back on and returned inside, making sure the door snicked shut behind him.

Carl’s pass had read rodeo doctor.

He’d be making damn sure to keep an eye out for Dr. Carl Stephenson. The man reeked of trouble.

Next Chapter

[survivormarmoreal]

Episode #11: "okay so heres the tea mawmaw henny... anyways" - Bryce

I guess i wasnt right to be paranoid but doesnt feel good knowing your name was used as a fake target. I really want to win the next immunity but idk. Hopefully i can do well.

nick tried super hard that tribal i got a tiny bit nervous but i'm glad that things seem to be going pretty well and working themselves out with nathan brian and sharky but i feel like nathan's gonna be pretty upset with me after the season :(

Welp I blew another challenge. Good times. Hopefully Nathan won't win because I want him out next. Ideal boot order for me going forward is Nathan, Bryce, Maynor, Matt, Anna. So we'll see how this challenge shakes out and then I can create some beautiful mastermind plot to send his ass home. Tbh he's just gotten too shady. It seems like every round it gets back to me that Nathan has been working some plan that he never told me about. And Nick was always the leak so with him gone Idk how I can trust Nathan anymore. But I feel solid with The FB Bois and with Brian's steal a vote in his pocket we should be able to control the majority from here on out. There's a lot of "hopefully"s in my head right now.

The challenge didn't go so well because I was sleep deprived and reaction time was slow. I don't think Im going to win. It is crazy though that it is the Final 7 already. Im closely working with Nathan in this game. I would totally go to the end with him. This is where we can make a move to keep the majority. Nathan says he is able to get Annabelle's vote and I think I can get Bryce's vote which means that's 4 and enough to send either Matt, Sharky, or Brian home. It sucks cuz I'm also working with Sharky and Brian but both haven't really talked game game to me. They have told me the vote but not really strategy talk. So I feel like I rather side with Nathan, who actually talks to me about strategy. We have to wait and see who wins immunity to really make a plan for tribal.

i really wanted to uh win immunity but JKFASKJ guess thats never gonna happen. i was like how can anyone flop at this simon says game and well. love simon outsold... i want to get annabelle out this round but now it can be hard without the blanket of protection that immunity brings what if it backfires. we still have brians steal a vote tho so thats 3 votes and we'd only need one more barring another idol. speaking of idols i still have NOTHING.

Okay now I'm starting to feel a little guilty. Nathan just came to me stressing. He's never made it this far and he feels like he's so close but he's feeling the pressure to build his resume. I get all of those feelings. And I know if I'm the one to betray him and ruin his streak I stand no chance of getting his jury vote. I'm feeling so conflicted. Nathan is a threat and I can't trust him. But I finally understand why he's been such a mess throughout the merge. What do I do?

So remember how I said I felt bad for Nathan? OVER IT. So I wanted to vote him out this go around. But then I was unsure. And I told him it would be easiest to just vote Bryce. AND HE TOLD BRYCE. I'm over it. he's doing literally too much. He's never made it this far and it shows. Like scrambling and betraying your allies who had your back and EVEN FORGAVE YOU WHEN YOU LIED TO US. Like It's not cute.

ok so heres the tea mawmaw henny. ... anyways i um love stream of consciousness writing NNN so sharky doesnt trust me and wants me out but like everyone tells me why doesnt he trust me ive been nothing but honest anyways gays cant be trusted. but maynor sharky and anna wanna vote matt. and matt wants to vote maynor/anna and i wanna vote anna with brian so idk im just scared that if we use brians vote steal we'll be in danger at f6 maybe voting matt is smarter like if they just voted sharky id be down but i dont want to go into f6 with sharky AND nathan/anna

So I forgot to vote last round before I literally passed the fuck out after work... how sad!  Nick still did go, just like I had worked on... But I'm OK again because I won immunity //again// (a physical threat...) so therefore I'm safe for yet another round.  It's worrying because if I ever lose I become a huge target for the vote, and I think this round is very risky bisky.... but it'll also finally draw the final lines in the sand with people I want to go to the end with.

I've decided that Nathan's messiness and choice in allies is what strays me away from him.  I love Annabelle, but her relationship with Sharky is what deters me from going further with her.  I like Maynor, but his sketchiness during every tribal is what deters me from going further with him.  If Nathan got over his obsession with voting for Matt... Every.  Single.  Round... then maybe I'd feel better about this all.  If he threw out Sharky, then whew, let's do it!  Nathan is one of my favorite people ever, and he's so enjoyable to talk to... his big ass heart is what's making me feel so fucking bad about this decision, but I think it's what's best for me.

At the moment, I'm seeing a very iffy chance at winning come final tribal time, but I still have a fighting spirit to get there and to dominate final tribal.  I'm just worried about losing all respect from people like Nathan, Sharky, and Annabelle when I vote them out.  I know it's very plausible, so I have to start planning around that.  I have to be able to manage talking about a dominating game and also owning up to being shitty from time to time.

Ideally, I'll be sitting in final 4 with Bryce, Matt, and someone else (it's between Maynor and Nathan/Annabelle).  I know Sharky has to go, but I also have to be ready to work around him making finals with me.  Final 3 situation ideally would be with Matt and Bryce and then final 2 with whomever I see it easier to beat.  And that's all the tea I have for now.

To have tied in the immunity record and also be confirmed top 6... I'm so proud of myself and what I have done given all the time restraints I've had in this game so far.  It's impressive, if I do say so myself.  I really hope I can make people proud of me... and even if I go in 6th, I know I did the damnest fucking thing and fought my ass off.

Annajane, Matty, Jack, Jones, and Drew..., thank you for believing in me enough to cast me for this season.  I hope I don't let you guys down and haven't yet.

Marie, I hope I'm making you proud by still being here!!  I'm trying really hard every day to ensure one of us could do the damn thing.

Zacky, Tobi, Loris, Scott, Justin... and to really anyone out there rooting for me... thank you!  I may not know everyone who is rooting for me, but I really appreciate any support you've given me this season!!

So I think this vote might be the breaking point for me and Annabelle. If we're really coming after Nathan I can't tell her. I also told her that Matt's idol was the merge idol which isn't true. But the fact that she asked makes me think she doesn't know another idol is out there. Which is a great sign. I feel bad but I'm worried if she has to choose between me and Nathan she may choose Nathan. Ugh

God I am SO over these people! Like i seem to be the perpetual target every single round! And it is quite demoralising tbh. I seem to be the easy target cause Brian has immunity and Sharky has got close with Annabelle. and we 3 are a "trio!!!" who apparently need breaking up, even though nathan really needs to like fuck off out of here. I appreciate how hard the man is playing but he's just coming off as a dick now. As he has said, he wants to basically be fuck buddies with Brian to the end, which is not a cute look for him, riding Brians coat tails to the end where he will clearly be beaten. I am just SO over it. At least I _should_ be safe (and should is the correct term here) cause we will have bryce with us hopefully going into this vote but if i leave, i leave. I just want these people gone so I can have a stress free game for ONCE. Like please just fuck off out of here and LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.

ok so idk whats going to happen sharky threw my name out but now says he didnt and since i want him to vote with me i just say oh ya ofc i believe u. like i want anna out but sharky/matt wants nathan and maynor/anna/nathan want matt. what about what *i* want...

Today is the day where Nathan and I take majority with Bryce and Annabelle anf get rid of Matt or our plans come crashing down in flames. Either way we are making a move. I just hope we prevail and things go our way and our plan doesnt leak.

brian is amazing i need another immunity win so we can just have ari stans only winning immunities. i'm nervous because like this tribal is like anyone can really go the next few rounds but i feel like people still don't think i'm a threat but idk we'll see this game is really like i'm not sure.  

So now Matt is pitching Maynor because we couldn't choose between Anna and Nathan. But they still want to keep it a secret. And that's a terrible idea. We're going to do all this lying and plotting and then vote out the smallest threat. That's a wasted opportunity. I could get behind voting for Maynor but I'm not going to lie to Anna to do it. Plus they want to do it for fear of advantages but like...if Anna or Nathan have anything they'll definitely use it at F6 if we lie to them about the vote. We're overcomplicating this.

ok so like im gone.. idk its so hard to know whos telling the truth. what if sharky leaks to anna i want her out. like anna/maynor/nathan SHOULD be doing matt which means that like as long as me and brian vote together ill at most have 2 votes against me so maybe 3-2-2 but i really trust matt so i feel like he'll vote with us. i really dont wanna vote nathan out when anna is still here... bc she'll go to sharky so quick and take maynor with her. im trying to think of damage control if things do go bad ill just have to tell nathan i wanted anna out bc i thought he was closer to her than me and then maynor idk what to say NNNN... also sharky made an alliance with me matt brian and him but didnt tell me before hand lol love that.. i feel like the abi maria of the season idk why... or like the gabby who doesnt get her way AJSDHFKJA so sad... anyway im a goner :(

It looks like Brian, Matt, and Sharky are voting Bryce. While they think Bryce will vote Sharky. Me, Nathan, Annabelle, and Bryce are doing Matt which will suprise them. I think imma have to do lots of damage control with Brian and Sharky cuz last time I voted differently than they did, Sharky was fine since it wasnt him but Brian was made he was lied to. So like oopsie. But hey its the game of survivor and sometimes you have to lie who ur voting for.

Okay so...I amde a questionable choice...a VERY questionable choice. I told Annabelle everything (almost). She came to me and confessed the Matt plan because she didn't want me to be blindsided. Which verified all me feeling about fighting to save her. So I told her the truth (almost). I said Bryce leaked all of that info to us. I told her the 4 of us came together. I didn't tell her we named it the Fajita Fellas. That's just for us. But then I told her that I had protected her and got the vote on Maynor. Now if there is an idol played it will be on Maynor and Nathan will still go home. I'll send her a PM during the voting and be like SOS it's switching to Nathan. That way I cover my ass. Now I'm just trying to calm Brian down because he is ANXIOUS. Can people just chill out

Nathan is voted out 4-3.

[survivor-themyscira-blog]

Noooo Madeline and I got swapped away from each other! I just need to feel out this tribe and see where majority lies if it comes to it, would rather win but I don't want Madeline to have to go to tribal either. Ugh, I hate you hosts... But at the end of the day I'm in it for me to be the sole survivor not for her to be. I'm just hoping we both make merge.

I realized that I have now been on the Hippo tribe through every swap, I am okay with that as a blue buff makes my blue eyes pop! I didn't win best eyes in school as an accident 😉

Garbo is officially signing up for the German military by having a call with Jordan later today. I'm getting ready. I just doesn't know what I'm gonna do tbh. Anyways I AM GARBO NOW

Hosts. I'm SCREAMING. I was looking at the Wiki and reading about the people that are on my tribe. And LO AND BEHOLD!!!!!!! THE CHAOS SQU IS ALL ON MY TRIBE!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK I'm literally screaming fjdkhasl I LIKE..... JORDAN HAS LOW KEY HINTED TO ME THAT HE'S CLOSE WITH JACK AND HE'S CLOSE WITH LILY BUT OH MY GOD Y'ALL FJAKSDJFKCASDJCAJSDKFJAKSL I AM SO FUCKING SHOOK I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!! I NEED TO GET IN GOOD WITH ALL OF THEM I GUESS BUT GOOD THAT I DID MY RESEARCH IM SCREAMING IM S C R E A M I N G

I'm sad Logan is out because I love him and I want him to succeed but I'm so lit because that's one more down from Antiope!!! 4-2 girlies we're winning

I truly just... thought I was typing in my host chat. And then I typed "great" in the challenge chat. IM LITERALLY SO UPSET WITH MYSELF IF WE LOSE IM BLAMING MYSELF AND I CANT.,,,,,.F,.,MFD,.FA FUCK I HATE MYSELF. LILY AND KAI CAN COME THROUGH THO! i feel bad that kai has to stay up late but anyways I'm a loser i hate myself

Ahh i wanna give her my lasso as a deal for her to quit but shed probs get voted out with it and also i dont wanna get eliminated just in case she doesnt agree... i feel like i can trust her but ahhhh idk if i trust lily

I'm so mad I messed up with my messages in the challenge. Good on my Showmance Madeline for fighting so hard for the antelopes, but give in girl. I'm less safe than you

I honestly hate this challenge. It's like I'm back in the cave again but instead of being in isolation I'm being forced to do push ups to keep people alive.

It looks like I'm gonna get revenge for Dan at last.

Unfortunately, it might leave me with no allies in merge. I am murdering people from my original tribe, cutting throats left and right, all for the guise of revenge? And I'll be going into merge with very few OG Hippos.

Hopefully, not going to tribal keeps new new Hippo not as tight. I want Emily and Kai to come back for me.

Emily is a comp queen, I've said this before. If she can win immunity, I can hide under her and her talent with her being a threat, then flip when the plan is to vote her out.

Kai is pretty social, but pretty loud. He might be seen as a threat to keep around due to a leaky mouth, which is yet to happen that I've seen, but trust me, I can make it happen.

Jordan still needs to go. I said that a lot on my old tribe, and I hope Emily and Kai keep their mouth shut about that. He will make it to merge.

And Jordan, when you read this post-season, know I love you - but you're a threat! I want to win too!

OMG IVE PLAYED LIKE 6 GAMES BEFORE THIS AND IVE NEVER EVER FOUND AN IDOL!

AND THEN I GIVE MADELINE MY LASSO TO GIVE UP IMMUNITY M REWARD AND I GET ANOTHER LOOK AND I FIND A DAMN IDOL. I INSTANTLY TOLD EMILY SO IM TRUSTING HER A LOT BUT IM JUST SO HYPED I LOVE ALL OF THE HOSTS THEYRE SO AMAZING LIFE IS GOOD I AM HAPPY

"I think I have Jack for now, but that could change." -Jordan, about Jack

"I like Kai, but he still seems kind of sketch to me." -Jordan, about Kai

So this is inch resting. Jordan and I are currently on call. And he's typing a lot not in the tribe chat. And I hear these notifs boy. But these are some thing he's said about people while on call and I'm taking #notes.

ALSO

"So that's a plan (I'll explain the plan in a sec) and I could get Jack and Lily and if you could get Kai, that'd be a good thing." -Jordan

OKAY SO TAKING NOTES IS FUN! Jordan keeps hinting that he's close with Jack and Lily. The other Chaos Squ people. I'm the queen of catching on to things right when they become convenient for me!

Kai also told me he gave Madeline his lasso so that's inch resting. But I trust Madeline and so does Kai. I think this is good. I didn't tell Jordan about this but I did tell him about Kai having the truth lasso in the first place. I have to tell him enough accurate info to get him to trust me. But I'm not telling him Madeline has the lasso now. Should this get around to Jordan, it'll be fine. I'll pretend I didn't know and Jordan will think that Kai and I aren't as close as we are!

HOYL FUCKING SHIT KAI JUST TOLD ME HE HAS NA IDOL IM SCREAMING FDKJFLCKASDJKLASKL!!!! I'm screaming because literally Kai is like my closest ally and I am SO HAPPY WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUCK I'm screaming I'm screaming I'm screaming this is such of a mess of a confession but my friends are on call and playing games so now I'm gonna submit but anyways I'm safe for the round and making good connections this is a major major major nut

I am the Rainbow Warrior. The only Person who has been on all of Hippothias, Antiope and Menalippe. I cannot afford to lose.

That being said, wtf is going on?! A live challenge(1) I could have attended but only at the earlier time(2), a vote in the last tribal council from someone(3), but I trust Emily and Logan for now. I assume Kai wanted to split vote on me, Amanda has no real reason tbh unless she feels threatened by me. And a really Bad tribe composition(4).

I think I've made the best of it for now. Amanda doesn't want to talk to me and I won't run after her, Toph is surprisingly quiet after we were friendly on OG Hippo. Rhone and I just exchanged our first words... But Madleine, Nicholas and ofc Logan all seem to be happy to keep me around. But there is Nothing I can do today besides hoping, sadly. I'll just vote for whoever those 3 want me to vote for. My best bet would be Amanda tbh. I mostly just don't want to be the first OG Hippo to be eliminated... At F14 lol. Poor OG Antelopes have been sandbagging HARD. Almost all of the people who voted Amanda in the first council are out x)

For today, I can really only hope to survive somehow. :'(

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

“Lazy Days and You”

Summary: Love carries no expiration date. All you know is, with a little luck and fairy dust, you’ll feel Cupid’s arrow!  Redemption and love...two vital ingredients for joy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Marisol Kincaid

OFC: Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda, Tony and Anthony Grant Barnes (eventually)

Warning: Redemption and happyness (misspelled on purpose)

Word Count: 1,882

A/N: My entry in Taw’s 3k Writing Challenge. Congratulations my friend. You’re a sweetheart. Enjoy!

Master List

An Avenger has little to no time for a relationship. Clint and Laura’s marriage is exception to the rule. With each mission, moments of uncertainty looms overhead. What if they were mortally wounded or killed? No one deserved to constantly be on edge.

Happiness eluded James Buchanan Barnes like the plague. So, he resorted to playing the field. Pretty soon, he amassed quite the reputation. Bucky Barnes, lady killer.

Marisol Kincaid wasn’t an Avenger. Her position at Stark Industries lacked adventure and danger. As supervisor over the Records Room, Marisol ensured staff uploaded pertinent HYDRA data, via computer into F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s data bank for storage. Also, Marisol personally transferred delicate notes onto a USB, where they were sealed and placed in Tony’s private safe…..off site.

Tony found a reason to throw one of his over-the-top parties. Standing at the bar with Steve, Bucky scanned the crowd for this elusive woman whose peaked his curiosity.

Greeting her friends, Marisol strolled to the bar. “Jack straight please.”

Turning on the charm, Bucky attempted to reel her in. “Jack straight? Pretty ballsy drink for a dame. What’s your name sweet thing?

Rolling her eyes, Marisol shot him down. “My name’s not important Mr. Barnes. Yes, I know all about your womanizing reputation and I will not be another notch in your bedpost. Have a good evening.”

Sam witnessed the exchange and couldn’t wait to tease Bucky. “Damn man. She turned you down like a hotel bed.”

“I love challenges.” Bucky gulped his drink, joining Steve, Sam, Tony, and Thor.

Sam chuckled, “Hey Tin Can, your 40s bullshit won’t work on her. The hottie in the black dress shot him down,” motioning towards a group of ladies having an animated conversation.

Tony snorted, “Who Marisol? You’d stand a better chance talking to the nice lady in HR. You know, Ms. Channing; medium height, support hose, always smells like Ben-Gay?”

Steve, Sam and Thor laughed so hard, tears rolled down their faces. Bucky didn’t find it amusing. This goddess turned James Buchanan Barnes away??

Snapping back, Bucky mused “I’ve always loved a challenge. Game on doll.”

First, he abstained from frivolous flirting and sex. Anytime women attempted to latch onto him, Bucky refused to acknowledge their presence.

Next, Bucky knew in order to make a full 360, he’d make the ultimate sacrifice; torching his expansive library of black books.

Punching the up button, James Buchanan Barnes exhaled and stepped into the elevator. Bucky scrolled through his phone’s playlist, stopping at the mournful tune, ‘Taps.’ Mumbling to himself, “It’s now or never Barnes.”

Upon arrival on the roof, he started a fire in the pit. One by one, Bucky tossed his books into the crackling fire. A lone tear dropped from his eyelash. The time to settle down arrived! He wanted much more than an occasional booty call.

Days, weeks, and months passed. Bucky delivered flowers to Marisol’s office, asked her out for coffee…….nothing.

Tony played matchmaker, inviting Marisol to movie night. Steve and Bucky were last to arrive. They’d completed a rigorous training session.

Engaged in deep conversation about who won, Bucky didn’t see Marisol sitting on the loveseat.

Steve nudged his arm, “Buck, look who’s here.”

Sam taunted the speechless former assassin. “What’s wrong tin can? Cat got your tongue?”

Marisol waved at Bucky, tucking a lock of hair behind her left ear.

Tony, Nat and Wanda took advantage of the moment, snapping a picture of Bucky’s dumbfounded expression.

Steve extended his hand, “Hello I’m Steve Rogers.” “Marisol Kincaid, nice to meet you.”

Tony couldn’t let this priceless moment go without busting Bucky’s chops. “Marisol, Oil Can’s usually not tongue tied. Well, say something?

“H-hello. M’Bucky.” Everyone laughed at his nervous behavior.

“We’ve met remember? Tony’s last party? By the way, I love roses. How did you know?

Bucky responded, “Didn’t know. Lucky guess?”

“Wanna sit with me?” Marisol patted the seat next to her.

Nodding ‘yes’, Bucky flopped down in the seat; a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Can we start the movie already?” Nat blurted out.

Tonight’s choice selected by Marisol………”The Jaws Collection”

Placing a bowl of popcorn in her lap, Wanda loved Marisol’s movie choices.

Sipping on a beer, Sam set the rules. “Okay kiddies. Light’s out and Barnes, NO NECKING!”

“Shut up Birdboy. You’re just mad. Turn around and watch the movie.

A chorus of ‘shhhhh’ echoed around the room.

Scooting close to Bucky’s side, Marisol whispered, “Would you join me for pizza and ice cream tomorrow?”

Clearly startled, Bucky stammered, “Y-yeah, um I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll meet you in the common room around 2 p.m. Okay?’

“Okay.” She and Bucky turned towards the movie screen, munching on popcorn and beer.

Sleep eludes him most nights. Bucky would toss and turn from horrific nightmares. After movie night, he slept like a baby.

A bundle of nerves, Steve and Sam tried to calm Bucky down. Unsure of his outfit, Steve recommended a shirt, jeans and boots.

“M’hands are sweatin’ something awful. Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Bucky’s hesitance pissed Sam off.

Sam, rolling his eyes, scolded him, “Look you ancient asshole, you’ve done nothing but talked about this woman for months. Get your clothes on and have fun.”

Bucky shook his head up and down. Steve pushed him towards the shower. He and Sam left the room.

Dressed and ready to go, Bucky inhaled, exhaled, stepping in the elevator.

A vision of loveliness, Marisol sported ripped knee stonewashed skinny jeans, multi-colored sweater that really made her eyes pop, Ugg boots and a leather jacket.

Bucky offered his arm. “Shall we m’lady?”

Giggling, Marisol beamed, “Why yes, kind sir. We shall!”

Bucky and Marisol walked to her favorite pizza parlor, “Dominique’s.” It was quiet and intimate. They ordered pizza and colas. She listened attentively to stories about pre-serum Steves’ wild adventure. No mention of his time in HYDRA’s clutches. In turn, Marisol explained how her family was killed by HYDRA. They were mistaken for another family.

She couldn’t stop the flow of salty liquid rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Bucky. It’s still raw after two years.”

Using his calloused thumb, Bucky wiped the tears from her face. “S’okay doll. I understand.”

Marisol and Bucky enjoyed lazy days, picnics in the backyard of the compound and long walks through Central Park . Although she lived off site, Nick Fury insisted she and her staff move in due to threats from HYDRA.

Bucky was over the moon elated. His best girl one floor down.

Most days though, the lovebirds could be found tangled together, making out like hormonal teenagers.

Tony and Sam didn’t waste the opportunity to annoy Bucky. “Hey Birdman. Look at Veronica and Jughead sucking face.”

Sam added, “Damn would y’all go to your room?”

Grabbing his hand, Marisol pulled Bucky towards his room. “Bye bye haters.”

Nat and Wanda returned from their month long recon mission, Marisol greeted the ladies with a hug.

“Yay, you’re back!!! Go shower and we’ll have girl time,” in her sing-song voice.

Wanda and Nat left the room to shower and prepare for mani/pedis, wine and rom coms.

“I’ll see you later Bucky,” placing a chaste kiss on his pouting lips.

Of course he didn’t mind. Bucky’s love for Marisol grew more and more.

Having been together for almost two years,  Bucky wanted Marisol to become his wife. So, operation “Let’s Get Married” was birthed.

Under the ruse of a 1940s Anthony Stark party, Nat and Wanda coaxed Marisol into an excursion of epic proportion…shopping in New York using Tony Stark’s unlimited credit card..

At the compound, caterers and decorators scurried in the ballroom. A disco ball hung from the ceiling; casting a kaleidoscope of shapes on the wall. Silver and black balloons swayed at the entrance of the room.

The melodic sound of Glenn Miller waft from the speakers. Topping off the affair, Pepper hired them a waiter. On the menu: Duck a l’orange, Sauteed Broccoli, Savory Sage Cornbread Stuffing, Sweet Potatoes with Spiced Butter Pecan Topping. Dessert…LATER!

Nat found the perfect dress, shoes and clutch purse for Marisol.

“Now, skedaddle.  Wanda and I gotta get dressed. Meet us in the ballroom?” Nat smirked.

“See you downstairs.”

Wanda texted Bucky:

W: Marisol’s on the way

Buckaroo: Everything’s all set.

W: Good luck

Buckaroo: I’m really nervous

W: Nat says you’ll be fine

James Buchanan Barnes stood frozen. He was transformed back to the 40s. A tear rolled down his cheek. Marisol was a vision of loveliness.

“My don’t you look handsome Bucky.” Marisol blushed.

Bucky’s voice cracked, “Doll, I can’t begin to say how gorgeous you are. Wow. I’m a lucky man.”

Escorting her to the table, Bucky pulled out Marisol’s chair. “Thank you. Always a gentleman.”

Their elegant meal and champagne were presented. The happy couple dined, laughed, and made small talk savoring every moment.

Bucky raised his glass for a toast. “To the love of my life. You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I’mma better man ‘cause of you.”

Reaching inside his pocket, Bucky took to one knee. “Marisol Kincaid, I’ll love you till the end of time and beyond. No one will ever compare to you. Would you be my wife?”

Unable to hold back tears, she whispered ‘yes.’

Bucky led his fiance’ to the dance floor swaying to Glenn Miller’s “Moonlight Serenade”.  

Showing off some impressive dance moves, the newly engaged couple danced the night away.

Three months later, Bucky and Marisol married in an intimate ceremony. Bruce officiated, Tony and Sam escorted Marisol down the aisle.

Two years after marrying, a chubby cheek baby boy, Anthony Grant Barnes was born.  Weighing 8 lbs. 6 ozs., curly brown hair and bright blue gray eyes.

Of course everyone fawned over him. Bucky couldn’t be prouder. He had a wife, son, and free will.

Snuggled in his daddy’s safe arms, 4 year old Grant peered out the floor length window.

“Daddy, guess what? I love you this much,” stretching his little arms as far as he could.

Bucky’s heart swelled with pride. “Hey tiger, guess what? I love you to the moon and beyond.”

Leaning against the door jamb, Mrs. Barnes admired her two favorite guys.

Spying his mommy, Grant wiggled out his daddy’s arms, running to Marisol. “Hello sweetheart. Are you watching the raindrops?”

“Uh huh. Daddy hold me up to the window. S’lotta rain.”

She walked over, standing next to her husband. “Just think. Next year, we’ll have two kids.”

“Wh-wh-what? I-you-we’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yes, my sweet, I’m 2 months pregnant. Are you excited?”

“You’ve given me so much. I’m the luckiest sap in the face of the earth. Didn’t think happiness would come my way. Now, there’s no way I could live without my family.”

“Yay, I’m gonna have a brudder or sister!!!” Grant jumped around the room chanting.

Bucky placed a kiss on Marisol’s flat tummy. “Hey little one, this is your daddy. Grant and I are excited about meeting ya. Please don’t make mommy sick. See’ya in 7 months peanut!”

Fin

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Lazy Dayz and You (Masterlist Revision)

Summary: Love carries no expiration date. All you know is, with a little luck and fairy dust, you’ll feel Cupid’s arrow!  Redemption and love...two vital ingredients for joy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Marisol Kincaid

OFC: Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda, Tony and Anthony Grant Barnes (eventually)

Warning: Redemption and happyness (misspelled on purpose)

Word Count: 1,882

A/N: My entry in Taw’s 3k Writing Challenge. Congratulations my friend.  You’re a sweetheart. Enjoy!

An Avenger has little to no time for a relationship. Clint and Laura’s marriage is exception to the rule. With each mission, moments of uncertainty looms overhead. What if they were mortally wounded or killed? No one deserved to constantly be on edge.

Happiness eluded James Buchanan Barnes like the plague. So, he resorted to playing the field. Pretty soon, he amassed quite the reputation. Bucky Barnes, lady killer.

Marisol Kincaid wasn’t an Avenger. Her position at Stark Industries lacked adventure and danger. As supervisor over the Records Room, Marisol ensured staff uploaded pertinent HYDRA data, via computer into F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s data bank for storage. Also, Marisol personally transferred delicate notes onto a USB, where they were sealed and placed in Tony’s private safe…..off site.

Tony found a reason to throw one of his over-the-top parties. Standing at the bar with Steve, Bucky scanned the crowd for this elusive woman whose peaked his curiosity.

Greeting her friends, Marisol strolled to the bar. “Jack straight please.”

Turning on the charm, Bucky attempted to reel her in. “Jack straight? Pretty ballsy drink for a dame.”

Rolling her eyes, Marisol shot him down. “II know all about your womanizing reputation and I will not be another notch in your bedpost. Have a good evening.”

Sam witnessed the exchange and couldn’t wait to tease Bucky. “Damn man. She turned you down like a hotel bed.”

“I love challenges.” Bucky gulped his drink, joining Steve, Sam, Tony, and Thor.

Sam chuckled, “Hey Tin Can, your 40s bullshit won’t work on her. The hottie in the black dress shot him down,” motioning towards a group of ladies having an animated conversation.

Tony snorted, “Who Marisol? You’d stand a better chance talking to the nice lady in HR. You know, Ms. Channing; medium height, support hose, always smells like Ben-Gay?”

Steve, Sam and Thor laughed so hard, tears rolled down their faces. Bucky didn’t find it amusing. This goddess turned James Buchanan Barnes away??

Snapping back, Bucky mused “I’ve always loved a challenge. Game on doll.”

First, he abstained from frivolous flirting and sex. Anytime women attempted to latch onto him, Bucky refused to acknowledge their presence.

Next, Bucky knew in order to make a full 360, he’d make the ultimate sacrifice; torching his expansive library of black books.

Punching the up button, James Buchanan Barnes exhaled and stepped into the elevator. Bucky scrolled through his phone’s playlist, stopping at the mournful tune, ‘Taps.’ Mumbling to himself, “It’s now or never Barnes.”

Upon arrival on the roof, he started a fire in the pit. One by one, Bucky tossed his books into the crackling fire. A lone tear dropped from his eyelash. The time to settle down arrived! He wanted much more than an occasional booty call.

Days, weeks, and months passed. Bucky delivered flowers to Marisol’s office, asked her out for coffee…….nothing.

Tony played matchmaker, inviting Marisol to movie night. Steve and Bucky were last to arrive. They’d completed a rigorous training session.

Engaged in deep conversation about who won, Bucky didn’t see Marisol sitting on the loveseat.

Steve nudged his arm, “Buck, look who’s here.”

Sam taunted the speechless former assassin. “What’s wrong tin can? Cat got your tongue?”

Marisol waved at Bucky, tucking a lock of hair behind her left ear.

Tony, Nat and Wanda took advantage of the moment, snapping a picture of Bucky’s dumbfounded expression.

Steve extended his hand, “Hello I’m Steve Rogers.” “Marisol Kincaid, nice to meet you.”

Tony couldn’t let this priceless moment go without busting Bucky’s chops. “Marisol, Oil Can’s usually not tongue tied. Well, say something?

“H-hello. M’Bucky.” Everyone laughed at his nervous behavior.

“We’ve met remember? Tony’s last party? By the way, I love roses. How did you know?

Bucky responded, “Didn’t know. Lucky guess?”

“Wanna sit with me?” Marisol patted the seat next to her.

Nodding ‘yes’, Bucky flopped down in the seat; a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Can we start the movie already?” Nat blurted out.

Tonight’s choice selected by Marisol………”The Jaws Collection”

Placing a bowl of popcorn in her lap, Wanda loved Marisol’s movie choices.

Sipping on a beer, Sam set the rules. “Okay kiddies. Light’s out and Barnes, NO NECKING!”

“Shut up Birdboy. You’re just mad. Turn around and watch the movie.

A chorus of ‘shhhhh’ echoed around the room.

Scooting close to Bucky’s side, Marisol whispered, “Would you join me for pizza and ice cream tomorrow?”

Clearly startled, Bucky stammered, “Y-yeah, um I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll meet you in the common room around 2 p.m. Okay?’

“Okay.” She and Bucky turned towards the movie screen, munching on popcorn and beer.

Sleep eludes him most nights. Bucky would toss and turn from horrific nightmares. After movie night, he slept like a baby.

A bundle of nerves, Steve and Sam tried to calm Bucky down. Unsure of his outfit, Steve recommended a shirt, jeans and boots.

“M’hands are sweatin’ something awful. Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Bucky’s hesitance pissed Sam off.

Sam, rolling his eyes, scolded him, “Look you ancient asshole, you’ve done nothing but talked about this woman for months. Get your clothes on and have fun.”

Bucky shook his head up and down. Steve pushed him towards the shower. He and Sam left the room.

Dressed and ready to go, Bucky inhaled, exhaled, stepping in the elevator.

A vision of loveliness, Marisol sported ripped knee stonewashed skinny jeans, multi-colored sweater that really made her eyes pop, Ugg boots and a leather jacket.

Bucky offered his arm. “Shall we m’lady?”

Giggling, Marisol beamed, “Why yes, kind sir. We shall!”

Bucky and Marisol walked to her favorite pizza parlor, “Dominique’s.” It was quiet and intimate. They ordered pizza and colas. She listened attentively to stories about pre-serum Steves’ wild adventure. No mention of his time in HYDRA’s clutches. In turn, Marisol explained how her family was killed by HYDRA. They were mistaken for another family.

She couldn’t stop the flow of salty liquid rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Bucky. It’s still raw after two years.”

Using his calloused thumb, Bucky wiped the tears from her face. “S’okay doll. I understand.”

Marisol and Bucky enjoyed lazy days, picnics in the backyard of the compound and long walks through Central Park . Although she lived off site, Nick Fury insisted she and her staff move in due to threats from HYDRA.

Bucky was over the moon elated. His best girl one floor down.

Most days though, the lovebirds could be found tangled together, making out like hormonal teenagers.

Tony and Sam didn’t waste the opportunity to annoy Bucky. “Hey Birdman. Look at Veronica and Jughead sucking face.”

Sam added, “Damn would y’all go to your room?”

Grabbing his hand, Marisol pulled Bucky towards his room. “Bye bye haters.”

Nat and Wanda returned from their month long recon mission, Marisol greeted the ladies with a hug.

“Yay, you’re back!!! Go shower and we’ll have girl time,” in her sing-song voice.

Wanda and Nat left the room to shower and prepare for mani/pedis, wine and rom coms.

“I’ll see you later Bucky,” placing a chaste kiss on his pouting lips.

Of course he didn’t mind. Bucky’s love for Marisol grew more and more.

Having been together for almost two years,  Bucky wanted Marisol to become his wife. So, operation “Let’s Get Married” was birthed.

Under the ruse of a 1940s Anthony Stark party, Nat and Wanda coaxed Marisol into an excursion of epic proportion…shopping in New York using Tony Stark’s unlimited credit card..

At the compound, caterers and decorators scurried in the ballroom. A disco ball hung from the ceiling; casting a kaleidoscope of shapes on the wall. Silver and black balloons swayed at the entrance of the room.

The melodic sound of Glenn Miller waft from the speakers. Topping off the affair, Pepper hired them a waiter. On the menu: Duck a l’orange, Sauteed Broccoli, Savory Sage Cornbread Stuffing, Sweet Potatoes with Spiced Butter Pecan Topping. Dessert…LATER!

Nat found the perfect dress, shoes and clutch purse for Marisol.

“Now, skedaddle.  Wanda and I gotta get dressed. Meet us in the ballroom?” Nat smirked.

“See you downstairs.”

Wanda texted Bucky:

W: Marisol’s on the way

Buckaroo: Everything’s all set.

W: Good luck

Buckaroo: I’m really nervous

W: Nat says you’ll be fine

James Buchanan Barnes stood frozen. He was transformed back to the 40s. A tear rolled down his cheek. Marisol was a vision of loveliness.

“My don’t you look handsome Bucky.” Marisol blushed.

Bucky’s voice cracked, “Doll, I can’t begin to say how gorgeous you are. Wow. I’m a lucky man.”

Escorting her to the table, Bucky pulled out Marisol’s chair. “Thank you. Always a gentleman.”

Their elegant meal and champagne were presented. The happy couple dined, laughed, and made small talk savoring every moment.

Bucky raised his glass for a toast. “To the love of my life. You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I’mma better man ‘cause of you.”

Reaching inside his pocket, Bucky took to one knee. “Marisol Kincaid, I’ll love you till the end of time and beyond. No one will ever compare to you. Would you be my wife?”

Unable to hold back tears, she whispered ‘yes.’

Bucky led his fiance’ to the dance floor swaying to Glenn Miller’s “Moonlight Serenade”.  

Showing off some impressive dance moves, the newly engaged couple danced the night away.

Three months later, Bucky and Marisol married in an intimate ceremony. Bruce officiated, Tony and Sam escorted Marisol down the aisle.

Two years after marrying, a chubby cheek baby boy, Anthony Grant Barnes was born.  Weighing 8 lbs. 6 ozs., curly brown hair and bright blue gray eyes.

Of course everyone fawned over him. Bucky couldn’t be prouder. He had a wife, son, and free will.

Snuggled in his daddy’s safe arms, 4 year old Grant peered out the floor length window.

“Daddy, guess what? I love you this much,” stretching his little arms as far as he could.

Bucky’s heart swelled with pride. “Hey tiger, guess what? I love you to the moon and beyond.”

Leaning against the door jamb, Mrs. Barnes admired her two favorite guys.

Spying his mommy, Grant wiggled out his daddy’s arms, running to Marisol. “Hello sweetheart. Are you watching the raindrops?”

“Uh huh. Daddy hold me up to the window. S’lotta rain.”

She walked over, standing next to her husband. “Just think. Next year, we’ll have two kids.”

“Wh-wh-what? I-you-we’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yes, my sweet, I’m 2 months pregnant. Are you excited?”

“You’ve given me so much. I’m the luckiest sap in the face of the earth. Didn’t think happiness would come my way. Now, there’s no way I could live without my family.”

“Yay, I’m gonna have a brudder or sister!!!” Grant jumped around the room.

Bucky placed a kiss on Marisol’s flat tummy. “Hey little one, this is your daddy. Grant and I are excited about meeting ya. Please don’t make mommy sick. See’ya in 7 months peanut!”

Fin