#sampov

[themculibrary]

Sam Wilson POV Masterlist

Favorable Winds (ao3) - RurouniHime steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: Steve’s voice comes from behind, a sigh and a thump as his own pack hits the floor. “Sam. Meet Tony Stark.”

From What Seemed Like A Ruin (ao3) - alby_mangroves, rohkeutta steve/bucky T, 25k

Summary: When Barnes stumbles into a small town in Maine at summer's end, he's been running a long time and doesn't expect to stay. But as weeks pass, he starts wondering whether all this time he hasn't been running away from, but towards something - the kindness of strangers, quiet fields, and a curious, yellow-eyed goshawk.

gator around the warm beds of beginners (ao3) - napricot sam/bucky E, 39k

Summary: “What no one told you about miraculously coming back from the dead was how it was a total goddamn shitshow. Because yeah, Sam was alive, and yeah, the apocalypse had been averted, sort of—he wasn’t clear on if it counted when the apocalypse had still happened but all the people who’d died came back. But at his last count, Sam had lost: five years, two best friends, a home and/or place to live, practically all of his stuff, and—okay, this one wasn’t so bad—his fugitive status. Sam had gained: Captain America’s shield and Bucky.”

How Sam and Bucky get by, after Thanos is defeated. Or: the story of how two idiots become roommates, partners, friends with benefits, and maybe something more, if they could just stop being so oblivious, while they wait to find out if their Steve’s ever coming back from his trip through time.

Maybe it's an Assassin Thing (ao3) - Captainwittyoneliner steve/bucky, natasha/sam G, 4k

Summary: "Captain America, perusing dead bodies, with a dopey smile on his face. Honestly, that right there should have alerted Sam to how much of a bad idea it was to move in with Steve."

Two Russian ex-assassins try to flirt with their American ex-soldiers. They mostly succeed.

Mindstones and Other Malfunctions (ao3) - HunterPeverell steve/bucky T, 21k

Summary: CAPTAIN AMERICA CIVIL WAR SPOILERS

The mind is a complex thing--it is filled with secrets, with horrors, and with joy. It has pain, suffering, and loss. Go back ten, twenty years, to when you were a kid, and you might have been happier. Go back seventy . . . Well, the mind of James Buchannan Barnes is a dark, sad place. Sam realizes it may not have always been that way.

My Autumn Touch of Gold (ao3) - prettylittlementirosa sam/bucky E, 76k

Summary: Sam seriously considers checking the ‘regretfully declines’ box. It’s not that he isn’t happy for Steve and T’Challa or that he doesn’t want to be there to see them get married. He’s just not sure he can handle seeing Bucky up close and in person, even after all this time. He wishes he was a better person. A more put-together person. A more over-it person, but. Well. It’s a Friday night and he’s at home drinking twelve-dollar wine by himself, staring at a little rectangle of fancy stock paper, trying to decide which tiny box he should scribble in.

Not as Expected (ao3) - Magi_Silverwolf T, 1k

Summary: For some reason, Sam Wilson didn't expect to be arrested for his crimes. Even if the thought had occurred to him, he expected that the excuse of helping Captain America would be enough to get him out of any trouble. This wasn't what he expected.

Old Wounds, New Scars (ao3) - NachoDiablo steve/sam T, 11k

Summary: Sam thought he was fine with Steve leaving. Until Steve comes back.

AU where Steve returns post-FATWS finale and Sam has to sort out some resurfacing feelings even though he absolutely does not want to.

Sam Meets the Avengers (ao3) - SmutLover G, 23k

Summary: How Sam Wilson met the Avengers and the support staff, brought in an assassin, kept several women from murdering Tony Stark, and found a family. But he is not their shrink. No. He isn't. Shut up, Tony. Or, as Sam puts it most days, how in hell did he get roped into this?

Somebody Get That Kid A Sandwich (ao3) - toffeecape steve/bucky M, 7k

Summary: There would come a day when Sam Wilson could no longer put off a complete debriefing session with his Momma. On that day, Sam hoped to escape the conversation alive by glossing over 'following a juiced-up supersoldier on a brainwashed assassin's revenge tour' in favor of 'convincing a traumatized war hero to come in from the cold with the power of Wilson family recipes.'

still feel the pull of you (ao3) - napricot sam/bucky E, 44k

Summary: "The frantic pulse of fear doesn’t ease until Sam catches sight of Barnes for the first time since the end of the battle: he’s dirty and disheveled, and still, somehow, impossibly, the best thing Sam’s ever seen. The gallop of Sam’s heart slows, and the tightness in his lungs eases so suddenly that it’s like he’s gone buoyant, ready to float away without the help of any wings. Barnes turns as if he can sense Sam looking at him, and when he meets Sam’s eyes, he smiles, and it’s the brightest damn thing on this battlefield, a shock of sweetness in the midst of so much dark bitterness and confusion. Sam smiles back, giddy with joy and relief.

He thinks, thank God Bucky’s okay.

Then he thinks, wait, what the fuck?"

After realizing there are some unexpected side effects for those who've been brought back to life after the Snap, Sam and Bucky slowly but surely learn that if they want to be loved, they must submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known [via soul bond].

The BBFF Wars (ao3) - rinnya steve/bucky G, 4k

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes may have been the Best of Best Friends Forever with Steven Grant Rogers 70 years ago, but that position had been given to Samuel Thomas Wilson 5 odd years ago, and it was a position Sam wasn’t going to give up without a fight. If Bucky was going to suddenly appear and totally whisk Steve away on a white horse and get a happy ever after in their BBFF fairytale. Heck no, not on Sam’s watch.

Sam and Bucky compete for Steve's platonic affections. Or... at least, that was what was supposed to happen.

The Ever Dwindling Personal Boundaries Between Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes (ao3) - dendrite_blues sam/bucky E, 20k

Summary: Sam knows he's in trouble the first time he catches a blank stare from Bucky and thinks, dude, if you're that tired take a goddamn nap.

Because that's where he's at now, apparently. Reading the mopey merc's inscrutable expressions like he's fluent in asshole.

The Great Madripoorian Snake Off (ao3) - ForASecondThereWedWon sam/bucky E, 8k

Summary: All Sam argued was that Bucky shouldn't have to pretend to be the Winter Soldier. He never suggested Bucky pose as his husband instead.

The Lion Sleeps Tonight (ao3) - prettylittlementirosa sam/bucky M, 7k

Summary: Sam’s too cold to be embarrassed by how quickly he scrambles to get in there. It’s a tight fit, getting two grown men into one regular sized sleeping bag, but they make it work. Bucky shifts this way, Sam slithers that way. Bucky pulls Sam flush against his chest, Sam tries not to dwell on it. Bucky breathes hot air onto Sam’s exposed neck, Sam tucks his ice-cold toes in between Bucky’s legs. Bucky sighs contentedly, Sam wills his dick into submission.

(Or 5 times Sam and Bucky are forced to share a bed + 1 time they choose to.)

There Is Nothing Wrong With Me (Loving You) (ao3) - helens78 sam/bucky E, 58k

Summary: It's not that Sam doesn't want to have sex... it just hasn't been the right time, or the right place, or the right person.

And then Bucky Barnes comes back into his life and starts yelling at him about the shield, and Sam's pretty sure his days as a virgin are numbered.

To Build a Better World (ao3) - asocialconstruct bucky/steve/sam E, 37k

Summary: For a prompt: Project Insight crashes and burns, but HYDRA had a dozen backup plans and a ways down the road, one of them works. Steve and Sam have found Bucky and they’ve been working together, but then suddenly HYDRA’s in charge of the entire world and Bucky and Sam (and Steve?) are taken captive.

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Any day now—any second—Bucky and Steve are going to come crashing through a wall of squid Nazis, eight feet tall, shield in hand and guns blazing. Sam’s going to punch in some faces until his hands hurt, throw off some amazing one liners, and they’re going to ride into the sunset.

While eating steak.

It’ll be great.

Except that Steve’s dead and Bucky might as well be, and nobody’s coming for Sam.

You Just Had To Make It Weird (ao3) - IamShadow21 steve/bucky T, 6k

Summary: Steve and Sam are in the middle of nowhere, the absolute opposite of civilisation, just following a lead on Hydra and checking in to a cheap hotel and finding an awesome diner with great food and even better looking pie.

Then Bucky Barnes turns up and ruins everything.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #sam wilson #sampov #sampov masterlist #masterlists

[littlestpetship]

i dont even like sampo <- associates him with every song in the world

#text #💣 #me listening to louise by tv girl: Wow this is so sampoval core.......

[schampo]

i got a sampo yesterday on jingliu's banner and i just got another on the standard banner. do u think he loves me.......

#its not sampover for me. just need two more hehe

[themakeupbrush]

Miss Grand Cambodia Preah Sihanouk National Costume Contest Entry 2022- Sovannmja THE GOLDEN MERMAID

Sovannmja is an angel who has a body of half human and half as a fish, has a golden body, attractive beauty and lives in the ocean! In Khmer arts, Ms. Sovann, the magician also appeared in dance, drama, Ramkere. Sovannamjhea lives in the sea like this and she has chosen the actress of Mjhea to represent Sihanouk city. She is Mjha, the golden tail is swimming to show off her beauty on the stage where the whole actress shows Cambodia sea resources. With the crown actor representing Sampov who is still on the water. Using umbrella, umbrella, running 3 floors to represent Kdong Sampov who is throwing blanket forward! Look at the factories that are designed to be seaweed or seaweed that is released in the water by other sea animals and many other sea animals that are used to break or turn into other jewelry.... The whole set of styles, including sea animals, rocks, seaweed, or seaweed, beads, to break the style into style, design to make it look attractive and lively..

Translated via google translate

#miss grand cambodia #national costume contest #i feel like this would have been a better national costume than the cow one

[une-touille-en-vadrouille]

Cette journée a terriblement bien commencé : après avoir passé la nuit à me battre avec Dr Rathatton pour un peu de place dans le lit, découvert que notre 3e colocataire refusait de partager le coût de notre chambre, m'être noyée dans mes glaires (j'ai une espèce de laryngite qui ne passe pas) et été réveillée par des travaux à 6h du matin, j'ai fait la rencontre d'un pigeon sous hormone diarrhéique en perdition qui a décidé de me recouvrir d'un liquide fétide sur tout le côté droit (la jambe, le bras, les vêtements, le visage, le téléphone, les écouteurs ... Que du bonheur !). C'est donc une Annette heureuse qui va prendre sa douche, revient se moucher, et découvre que sa carte bleue n'est plus dans sa poche (c'est un problème mineure, elle a une seconde carte bleue avec elle). Annette faisant donc la grève de la vie, c'est donc le Dr Rathatton qui finira ce post ce soir.

Aujourd'hui nous sommes parties à l'assaut du Bokor, une montagne dans le prolongement de la chaîne de montagnes des Cardamomes. Ce fut l'occasion pour moi d'inaugurer mon ersatz criard, qui à défaut d'être élégant se révèle être un coupe vent convenable.

Nous avons roulé le long d'une petite route charmante, parsemée de dizaines de singes qui nous regardent passer d'un air indifférent. J'ai particulièrement aimé celui qui était assis au milieu de la route, les jambes tendues et nonchalamment croisées devant lui, telle une bimbo à la plage

On a également croisé des canetons adorables, dont je souhaite ardemment ignorer ce qui va leur arriver.

Arrivées en haut de la montagne : surprise ! De gros bâtiments gris immondes sont en construction, manifestement pour un gros projet d'aménagement tenu par une société pétrolière. Ils ont l'air d'y avoir mis le paquet, et on réalise que ce doit être pour cette raison que la route est miraculeusement en bon état.

Passé cette zone, nous arrivons dans une ancienne station d'altitude, initialement prévus pour soigner les colons européens. Le style est complètement innatendu par rapport à l'environnement, et tout aussi immonde que la zone en construction, mais à sa manière. Nous passons par exemple devant un vieil hôtel immense, qui semble tout droit sortie de la Russie soviétique. C'est bien dommage, parce que le paysage alentour est absolument sublime.

Nous arrivons ensuite au Wat Sampov Pagoda, un ensemble de temples construits au bord de la falaise, qui fait furieusement penser aux temples de l'air d'avatar. On a beaucoup aimé !

Puis direction pour une cascade tranquille où nous avons passé l'après midi (oui, en saison sèche il n'y a plus d'eau...) .

Sur le chemin du retour, nous nous arrêtons rapidement à l'ancienne villa du roi, aujourd'hui abandonnée et recouverte de tags, qui surplombe la vallée.

Ci-dessous, une photo de notre 3e colocataire, enfermé dans un mutisme grognon.

[pokemondisaster]

Wat Sampov Bram

#asia #cambodia #bokormountain #mountain #bokor #landscape #nature

[cambodiaprivatecarservice]

car taxi driver to battambang , minivan driver in cambodia , taxi driver in phnom penh price

Cambdia Private Car Service is the one of private transport & tour in Cambodia sine 2008. Now we can provide a private transport from phnom penh to battambang or battambang to phnom penh with a good air-conditioning vehicles , full license drivers. There are some places on the way between this route Phnom Penh to Battambang that you can visit if you want just pay some extra to driver. Such as: Oudongk mountain(Ancient Palace) add 10$ extra charge Kampong Chhnang Pottery add 5$ extra charge Kampong Luok Floating Village add 15$ extra charge All Sightseeing tour in Battambang: Bamboo trains, Ek Phnom temple, Rice paper, Samrong pagoda temple, Sampov Mountain where you can watch bats cave,

#malaysia #cambodia #vietnam #singapore #tourist attraction #thailand #australia #italy #battambang #siemreap #travel #phnompenh

[utrips2cambodia]

Battambang city at Phnom Sampov . Cambodia Holiday Tours, Cambodia Taxi...

#youtube

[munichasia]

Cambodia - it's not only about Angkor Wat 😊🇰🇭💯🙏 Which pic do you like best? 1,2 3 or 4? 1 - Phnom Sampov (Khmer: ភ្នំសំពៅ, also spelled Phnom Sampeau) is a limestone mountain and important religious site located in Battambang Province 2 - Prasat Chrap, part of Koh Ker, a 10th-century temple complex in the north Cambodian jungle. A former capital of the Khmer Empire. 3 - Banteay Prei Nokor is an ancient temple complex in the northwest of Kompong Cham, Cambodia. 4 - Sambor Prei Kuk is an archaeological site in Cambodia located in Kampong Thom Province. . . . #beautifulcambodia #bestofcambodia #cambodge #cambodiaphotos #cambodiatourism #cambodiatravel #cambodiatrip #cambodia🇰🇭 #camboya #explorecambodia #ig_cambodia #igerscambodia #kambodscha #khmerempire #kingdomofwonder #travelcambodia #visitcambodia #amazingasia #asia_vacations #asianwanderlust #asiaphotography #asiatour  #asiatravel  #asiatravels  #asiatrip   #destinationasia  #discoverasia #loveasia #total_asia #travelinasia  (at Cambodia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co_e_6MISY-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#beautifulcambodia #bestofcambodia #cambodge #cambodiaphotos #cambodiatourism #cambodiatravel #cambodiatrip #cambodia🇰🇭 #camboya #explorecambodia #ig_cambodia #igerscambodia #kambodscha #khmerempire #kingdomofwonder #travelcambodia #visitcambodia #amazingasia #asia_vacations #asianwanderlust #asiaphotography #asiatour #asiatravel #asiatravels #asiatrip #destinationasia #discoverasia #loveasia #total_asia #travelinasia

[paworn]

Wat Sampov Pram - Bokor Hill Station - 5 December 2022 (at Bokor Hill Station) https://www.instagram.com/p/CosgBHHSHhk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[opplevkambodsja]

En helt enkel start

- Der er huset Pol Pot ble født i, sa min khmer kompis mens vi kjørte forbi.

Jeg tenkte naturligvis at det enkle startstedet for en av de verste menneskene i forrige århundre trengte litt nærmere avsjekk.

Så jeg forklarte vennlig, bestemt, høyt og klart at vi måtte ta en liten stopp så jeg fikk sett nærmere på dette huset.

Et slikt enkelt trehus på stylter er temmelig vanlig for sin tid og denne delen av verden. Regntid kan bety flom og oversvømmelser, og sette hus på stylter nær og i det videre området rundt innsjøer og elver er ikke uvanlig.

Fra startsted til startsted

Dette huset skal være flyttet fra landsbyen Prek Sbauv sør for Kampong Thom til dette stedet nær Battambang. Prek Sbauv var stedet der Saloth Sâr, dekknavn Pol Pot, ble født i dette huset i 1925 eller 1928.

Borgerkrigen Khmer Rouge startet og som ledet til deres terrorregime i 1975 hadde sine første angrepshandlinger i Battambang-provinsen i 1968.

Rundt dette huset er det ingen skilt eller plakater som forteller hvilket hus det er, eller den historiske betydningen av bygget. Men piggtråden er ny, tett og strukket over innkjørselen. Hva lastebilen gjør der er ikke helt klart, men det var på ingen måte mye spor etter kjøring eller parkering inne på eiendommen.

Grotter og marker

Dette huset ligger på hovedveien mellom Battambang og flaggerhusgrotten i de hellige høydene i Phnom Sampov.

En av disse hellige høydene ble også åsted for en av dødsgrottene under folkemordet i Kambodsja. Tenk en dødsleir der ofrene ble torturert og myrdet i fjellhuler istedet for rismarker.

Khmer Rouge (KR) brukte dødsleirene til tortur og folkemord av alle regimet mente var opposisjon, eller som kunne true regimet over tid. Eller som var til hinder for idealsamfunnet KR ønsket. Som folk med utdanning, som brukte briller, var lærere eller likte å bo i byer.

En vakker avslutning

Som en kontrast et foto fra utsikten de siste årene Pol Pot levde.

Nord i Kambodsja, nord for landsbyen Anlong Ven, ligger en kunstig innsjø ved siden av General Ta Moks hus. Generalen var kader i Pol Pots parti og en av lederne i KR.

Pol Pot holdt til i dette huset og hadde denne utsikten i de fredelige periodene mens fredsavtalen fra 1983 ble satt ut i livet. Det var også på denne eiendommen Pol Pot ble kremert etter han døde rundt 2003.

For kontrast og skala i dette bildet brukte jeg datteren til min venn. Hun var 8 år her, og stiller gjerne som modell når det trengs litt skala inn i et foto. Når hun ikke låner et av kameraene mine og tar noen svært gode foto sjøl.

Jeg liker også symbolikken i at hu her har ryggen til noe av det verste i Kambodsjas historie.

Tatt ved Ta Mok's House, Anlong Veng, Odday Meanchey Provins.

#fields #green #fishing #bluesky #Anlong #Ven #Cambodia #peace #landscape #myphotocrew #khmer #kambodsja #buddhisme

[askdrzinasia]

Humble beginnings for a genocidal

Thats the birth place of Pol Pot, my driver said, and drove on.

I of course thought the ordinary, humble childhood home of one of the most notorious persons in the last millennia needed some more attention.

So I kindly yelled Stop! Let me have look!

This house on stilts are not unusual in design for its age, and its near the main road from Battambang City ខេត្តបាត់ដំបង to the Bat Caves and Phnom Sampov. It is not marked or have any plaques. But the barbed wire fence are well kept and stretched over the entrance.

A beautiful retreat

The contrast to this notorious mans later years and view is stunning.

In Anlong Veng, Odday Meanchey Province far north in Cambodia close the border to Thailand, the murderous Khmer Rouge made their last stronghold. And one of the cadres, General Ta Mok, made an artificial lake near his villa like complex northeast of the town.

The lake and view is very pretty. I use my khmer friends 8 year old daughter as a scale. She is my rather eager photo assistant when visiting, and when she is not using my backup camera, modelling as a human factor or scale element.

Or as a symbol of the future of Cambodia, turning her back to the worst of their history.

#fields #green #fishing #bluesky #Anlong #Ven #Cambodia #peace #landscape #myphotocrew #art #lake #khmer #khmer children #khmer rouge #tamokshouse #cambodia #2019

[littlestpetship]

me when i find another sampoval song. Anyways

#text #💣 #hes kinda ugly but love is blind ♡ #so true coco & clair clair. so true.

[vornelinksbitte]

#139 Battambang

Vier Tage in der zweitgrößten Stadt Kambodschas

18. - 21. April 2022

Bilderreihe

Nach Siem Reap und dem nicht endend wollenden Neujahrsfestival ging es für uns für die letzten Tage nach Battambang.

Battambang soll wohl die zweitgrößte Stadt Kambodschas sein, aber es fühlt sich definitiv nicht danach an. Aber wir empfanden die Stadt insgesamt als weniger touristisch und mehr eine “wirkliche” kambodschanische Stadt. Es gab nur ein paar wenige Attraktionen und insgesamt auch relativ wenig Touristen. Ein angenehmer Wechsel nach der vollbepackten Stadt Siem Reap.

Wir besuchten dort eine Kochschule und kochten Khmer Essen, besuchten eine Fledermaushöhle, die zum Sonnenuntergang zu einem Spektakel wird und ein paar Tempel. Sonst gab es tatsächlich nicht so viel zu tun und wir erkundeten immer wieder die Umgebung oder entspannten etwas. Wir saßen beide auf heißen Kohlen für unseren Flug nach Thailand und die Insel Koh Tao.

Unter der Führung von Toot haben wir im Mörser eine eigene rote Currypaste gemacht. Außerdem haben wir unsere eigenen Frühlingsrollen gerollt und gebraten, ein klassisches Lok-Lak und ein Khmer-Curry gekocht.

Auf dem Berg 'Phnom Sampov' gab es vieles zu bestaunen. Gleich zu Beginn fanden wir einen aus dem Stein heraus gemeißelten Buddha. Und beim Tempel, auf der Spitze des Berges, gab es Affen. Viele Affen. Und die Äffchen haben sich so sehr an Menschen gewöhnt, das sie sich auch einfach neben dich setzen und ihr gefundenes Essen genießen.

Zum Abschluss unseres Ausflugs zu Phnom Sampov gab es noch das örtliche Highlight zu sehen. Jeden Abend fliegen aus der Fledermaushöhle bis zu zwei Millionen Fledermäuse heraus, um auf den umliegenden Feldern zu fressen. Das Spektakel ging bis zu einer halben Stunde und der Schwarm Fledermäuse schien nicht enden zu wollen.

Am Ende sind einige Fledermäuse auch schon zurückgekehrt, während andere noch auf dem Weg raus aus der Höhle waren. Beeindruckende Organisation!

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

FIC:  In This Town...

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“Party City Red Hood, huh?” Jo quipped with a grin, reacting out and tapping the front of the red bike helmet the other hunter was wearing. “Or, I’ll pay that it’s a step up from that.”

There was a chuckle from somewhere behind the full helmet before he reached up and pulled it off, exposing a black domino mask across his eyes. “You’re one to talk. What are you supposed to be - Sandra Dee?” Dean’s lips quirked up into a smirk as he ran an eye over her for a moment before grinning roguishly. “Surprised you’re not running about being Batgirl.”

The blonde smiled in return, doing a little twist and bob that swung her circle skirt and petticoats about herself, before sticking out her tongue. “Sorry Deano, wasn’t lookin’ to run about in spandex tonight. I’ve gotta be able to move after all-”

“You can in that wide a skirt?” “It helps push customers out of the way at least.” “That seems true enough.”

“Speakin’ of - two beers and some fries for you and Sammy?” Jo asked cheerfully as she spotted the taller man moving to claim one of the booth seats near the doorway to the upstairs. “Tell him I’m sorry we don’t have any salads on the menu these days.”

“Oh no, you have to be the one to break that to him.” Dean smirked in response, fumbling around before throwing a few twenties on the bar top. “Guessing that’ll-”

Jo turned about back to him as she poured two beers for the both and placed them down beside the money before raising a brow. “Yeah, I’ll start a tab for you boys, but you know-”

“Nuh uh, Jo,” The surprise of hearing the other brother’s voice managed to startle both hero and bartender as Sam popped up beside his brother. His usually freed hair was tucked down under the deer stalker on his head, and he seemed to have appeared out of the crowd with the same sense of theatric timing and clairvoyance as his chosen costume would as well - though without the jacket that was thrown over the table saving it for them, it was hard for most to work out he was the famed detective instead of simply a hipster for that year. “I know we’re family, but this is still a business. And business?”

“Is business.” Dean finished in unison with his brother, jostling the other’s shoulder for a second as they both stared down the blonde’s chagrined expression until she finally reached a hand out to take the notes. “That’a girl! Start us up a tab, would you?”

“Sure thin’. I’ll swing round with those fries, and maybe I can ask Grey to bring  something healthier from home if you guys need.” “Don’t worry about it, Jo. It’s Halloween - time for candy and alcohol.” “Surprised to hear that from you, Sam!”

The taller of the brother’s shrugged a shoulder before delivering a foppish grin back. “Hey, it’s better than some of the Halloweens we’ve had. I figure I deserve a treat.”

“Right on.” Jo giggled back, smiling and giving a short wave as they turned towards their table before slipping the notes into the cash register beside the other barmaid with a grin and a quick debrief on the brothers’ tab before turning to more customers.

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“Well, well, well, I’d say look what the cat dragged in - but I had nothing to do with it.” The sultry tone did wonders for the joke as the two girls slid into the free edges of the booth.

The Winchesters had been there for the last half an hour, going through a few plates of fries, exchanging a few pleasantries with Harry when he’d come rushing down from upstairs to help behind the bar as the dock crowd slowly gave way to the assorted collection of dressed up college students. The influx seemingly marking the change of clientele that made the space more and more friendly to the sisters’ arrival.

“Say what now?” Dean asked with a grin as he lifted his arm naturally to rest across the back of the booth seat, though he was glad he’d left his helmet beside himself. It gave enough space that he didn’t feel too cramped by the new arrivals. Running an eye over the skin tight black dress, that appeared to him to be more sheer-than-not fabric and left a lot of skin and the lace bodice underneath visible above the skirts ruffles, he couldn’t quite work out what she was supposed to be. He let out a laugh as he caught the shadow’s eye, raising a brow. “What are you supposed to be anyway? Didn’t know Victoria’s Secret Model was a costume option or I’d have cracked out the panties.”

Shada let out her own laugh before pointing a purple manicured finger towards the two little eats attached to the top of her head. “I’m a cat. Dah.”

“I’m pretty sure the joke is that you’re supposed to be a mouse.” Sam quipped from his side of the table, a warm smile directed across at the other for a moment. “I mean, you were going for a Mean Girls reference weren’t you?”

“A what now?” “It’s... It’s a movie. Ask Jo sometime.”

“You and your chick flicks.” Dean laughed, turning to rib as his brother. “Surprised you picked Sherlock when you had so many other options to choose, Fabio.”

Before Sam could respond, the blonde beside him chirped up with a confused look upon her face. “What’s a... Fabio?”

The taller hunter let out a bit of a laugh, and slid the fries plate a little closer to the younger girl as he caught her eye dipping down to look at them curiously, before replying. “Dean here’s just mad he doesn’t have the flowing locks or the six pack to be him. He’s basically the poster art on any romance novel from the eighties.”

“Oh! Like the novels big sister reads?” “Yes, just like those, Ombre.” “Ah, tre bien! You do have the hair for that!”

Shada let out a laugh as the younger shadow had been chewing on a fry before exclaiming happily at working out the reference. It was bemusing to watch the enraptured way her little sister reached out a hand to tug on the loose locks popping out under the ear flaps of the hunter’s hat and the confused and them equally amused look that crossed the man’s face at the innocent gesture.

“Who are you both supposed to be then?” She asked conversationally as she turned to run a disproportionately assessing eye over each hunter. “I am unfamiliar with both your choices.”

Sam smiled back as he picked up a fry, chewing quickly before replying quietly. “I’m being Sherlock Holmes. And please don’t tell me if you don’t know who that is. Your brother already pranked me with that-”

“Oh that sounds just like him.” The brunette shadow laughed, shaking her head quickly when she noticed her sister’s mouth open to voice her confusion. “He’s being a fictional detective, Ombre. A very famous one.” As the other snapped her mouth shut before picking up another fry decisively instead, she figured she’d have to talk to her brother about what other tricks and taunts he’d played on the hunters and to leave some for her. Quirking a curious brow at the man beside her, Shada waved her hand for him to answer her instead.

“Red Hood, at your service.” Dean said with a smile, dropping his hand to pick the helmet off the seat between them for a moment before resettling it. At her blank look the cocky smile drooped slightly and he coughed uncertainly. “He, uh... It’s a comic character. Batman series? Jason Todd? He was a Robin?” At the continued blank look, Dean finally gave a shake of his head and ran a hand through his hair mussing it before smirking widely. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to educate you sometime.”

“Perhaps you will.” Shada didn’t stop the flirtatious tone as she batted her eyes enough to turn the hunter a bright pink before laughing as the dark haired barmaid came hurrying over with a new plate of fries as well as what looked like two fruity drinks. “Um-”

“Jo sent these over, says Grey’s running late. Harry said something about stopping by when it calms down.” The barmaid spoke rapidly, the words a rapid fire as she seemed to be glancing about the space rather than making direct contact. As she turned back from looking towards the bar to look at the motley crew accumulated in the booth, there was a second before a wide, friendly smile grew across her face. “Oh hey! Nice Alice costume! I was thinking of that but Ha- I wanted to go for something a little more musical-theatre that Classic Lit. Okay, sorry, give us a shout if you need anything else!”

As quickly as Sophie had appeared, decked out with bright green skin all over as she had been and the comfortable black dress, she disappeared away again - only noticable by the black witches hat weaving between the crowds of drunken patrons.

“Oh, she liked my costume. She’s so nice!” Ombre’s smile was wider than it had been since she had met up with Shada to get ready, all bright white teeth and crinkled eyes, as she looked about the booth. “I like her!”

“Sophie’s lovely.” Sam replied with an amused smile before nodding his head. “And she’s right, that’s a lovely Alice In Wonderland, Ombre. It’s very accurate too.”

“Merci beaucoup, I adore Alice! I love my socks so much.” “Socks?” “The little frills! Along with all the à fanfreluches - frilly - skirts.” “Ah, I see. Well, it’s a very pretty costume.”

“Merci, merci, merci!” The blonde’s grin was so wide and bright it was almost blinding before she clapped her hands happily.

The group lapsed into a moments quiet as each either had some of their drinks or ate a few of the french fries or onion rings that had just been delivered to the table before the conversation turned towards other things as usual - games, or their mutual friends, or Dean’s attempts to explain just who the Red Hood was as the black cat would look more and more confused hiding her smiles.

---

“Yoo-hoo! Guess who made it to the East- wait...” There was a pause as the red haired woman did a spin as she bounded towards the bar. “ Jo - this isn’t on the East coast is it. What is this area even called?”

“We’re in the Midwest, Charlie.” “Uh uh uh - tonight I only answer to my witch name-” “Oh! You’re dressed as Willow!” “Of course. What did you think I was?”

“Some 90′s grunge femme lesbian?” Jo grinned as she ran an eye over the extremely dated clothes the other was wearing, with her bright yellow bucket hat, oversized jean overalls and the colorful yet somehow dull rainbow sweater underneath. “So, I guess, accurate costume.”

“Har har, very funny.” Charlie jibed back with an eye roll, drumming the black painted nails on the bar top. “Who are you supposed to be? Scarlet Witch has red hair, though I suppose it’s sorta blonde in that latest trailer. And her dress is red.”

“Ugh, no and don’t get me started on corporate America, not tonight when I have to keep the masses libationed up.” “Very true, though at least you seem more comfortable than Hermione over there.”

Jo and Charlie both turned to look to see where Sophie was struggling to do the most comfortable bend and pour technique on the bar taps from her height while also not have her Elphaba hat fall off. There was a split second before the black hat went tumbling to the floor and the barmaid had to pick between grabbing it before it’d get beer soaking into it or sticky patches from the floor or drop the patrons glass. The glass won out, and it was another few seconds before the witch got her hat back - now with a few extra dark patches that would likely pick up any dust or crumbs that comes in its path.

“Pity.” Charlie said with a sigh as she turned back to the blonde. “Where’s the rest-”

“Over in the back corner, I’ll take you - gotta drop off another round of drinks anyways.” The bar owner smiled as she raised a brow. “Tequila sunrise, right?”

There was a beat before the redhead found herself fluttering her lashes with a grin. “Oh, Jo, you know the way straight to a woman’s heart don’t you. Such a pity you’ve got such a pretty boyfriend already.”

“Sorry, Charlie, been there, done that, not signin’ up for the newsletter. Gimme a second, will ya?” “Sure thing!”

As soon as the cocktail was ready, Jo plated up the round of drinks for the small hodge-podge group of hunters, shadows and hunter-adjacent arrivals in the back corner, and ducked out from the end of the bar, bringing the researcher over with her.

“Squish up you lot - the party just arrived!” Charlie exclaimed happily as she bounced down into the seat beside the blonde shadowgirl who was gesticulating wildly about some story or other. “What’re we all talking about? When are the rest of the boys due?”

“Ed texted Harry about thirty minutes ago to say Spruce lost one of his bolts, so they’re going to be about ten more.” Sam replied with a grin, somehow shimmying his frame further down the bench and around to make more room for the newest arrival. “And what’s taking Grey so long, Jo?”

As Jo slowly set down her tray and started handing out the array of drinks, her brows creased into a tiny frown and everyone bit back a laugh at the borderline pout on her lips. “All the trick or treatin’ kids in the neighborhood are freakin’ Nana out. So Grey’s stayin’ put for another hour until it dies down and she calms down.”

“That’s a shame,” Dean remarked, though the flash of a grin on his face didn’t match at all to the words before he shrugged and added more genuinely with a serious look. “No, actually, that’s a bummer. It’ll be... nice to catch up more.” There was a pause as he drank a sip of his beer before he finished quietly. “Truly. Hope he gets here soon.”

“Thanks. Okay, you guys are set, I’ll be back ‘round with another lot soon.” The blonde gave a bounce which flounced the skirts of her outfit a little before she span on her heel and clicked away in the pink heels to deal with the still onslaughting group of customers.

“Really Dean?” “What Sammy?” “Don’t be a dick.”

“Yeah, that’s not cool, Deano.” Charlie remarked with a smirk as she took a sip of her drink - the tequila and orange juice one of her favorites - raising a brow back at him. “Besides, it’s much more fun annoying Jo when she’s in a good mood than bad. So wait until Grey shows up and then we can tease the both of them.”

That got a round of laughs from the table as a whole, and the redhead felt a surge of pride noticing the way Dean turned to genuinely apologise to the scowling dark haired woman before asking Ombre to start her story again from the beginning.

---

“Who ya gonna call?!” “Ghostbusters!��� “Fuck yeah!”

The shouts coming from the trio as they emerged from the stairway brought about a round of laughs from the group as all three men moved towards the group.

“Well, better than calling on the last group - what’d you used to call yourselves?” Sam asked jovially as he shifted another time and held a hand out to shake each of the three men’s hands as they sat down, before resting it over the top of the bench seating spanning behind both blonde and redhead.

“Facers, Losechester, the Ghostfacers. You know that.” Ed snapped back with a smirk as he slid into the space beside the dark haired woman at the table and ran a quick eye over her before grinning wider. “Hey, surprised you’re not dressed up in a bright purple Sombra this evening, Shada.”

“Well, I do enjoy simplicity.” Shada replied with a smirk of her own, picking up her drink and shuffling a little further down the bench as Spruce tried to fit in. Glancing at the small sliver of space left, she turned back towards the hunter that had yet to have to bunch down. Batting her lashes and tapping a manicured finger against the top of his red helmet between them, the girl’s lips twitched into a knowing smirk. “Oh, Dean, you’ll have to make some more room. Or else I might just think you’re scared of little old me.”

“Don’t worry Shada, if he won’t move you can always use my lap instead.” Ed’s quip was met with an immediate scurrying from the hunter to shove the red motorcycle off the bench seat and between his feet with a slightly unfocused scowl towards him. “Oh too bad.”

“Awww, sorry Ed, looks like I’ve got some more room.”

“Can you three stop flirting and move the fuck over so I can sit down?” The last of the Ghostbusting trio growled out as he raised an eyebrow at all three and got laughed at by Harry, Charlie, Sam and Ombre on the other side of the booth. It took a moment for Shada and Ed to shuffle enough, packed like sardines and the brunette girl sitting almost partway into the hunter’s lap at the other end before there was enough room for Spruce to slip in. “Oh thank god, the sweaty drunks were getting boring.”

“Hey guys, another round?” Sophie’s voice suddenly appeared, and the green girl was smiling brightly at all of them as she set down her tray and started handing out drinks. Though there was a second as Harry reached for one of the glasses at the same time that their fingers caught, and if she hadn’t been covered in green paint everyone at the table was sure that she’d have turned bright red. “No, no, Harry, you’re off for the night! Please, let me.”

“Oh come on. You’re being run off your feet-” “Yeah, but I’m being paid-” “-And you don’t need to dote so much-” “Of course I do!”

“Oh my god, you two are such doux amours!” Ombre’s voice finally cut through the bickering pair, catching Harry and Sophie’s attention to confused looks. There was a second before the blonde waved her hand happily across Charlie towards them. “Harry, Harry, don’t forget to kiss your girlfriend goodbye if she is having to work!”

The round of laughter that followed that statement in the face of the bright red that colored the researcher’s face and the stammering from the green-faced barmaid. There was another round of laughter when Sophie actually dropped the glass in question, and Harry floundered quickly with napkins to try to clean up the spilled drink.

“What’d I say?” Ombre asked quietly, her eyes darting about the laughing group and blushing herself until Spruce lent across to give her hand a pat. “What did I-”

“It’s fine, Ombre.” Spruce grinned wickedly back as he plucked his own beer from the tray while Harry and Sophie were awkwardly attempting to mop up the drink but not touch one another. “Harry’s not gotten around to asking Soph yet. You’re just a little early.”

“Oh. Okay!”

“Dude!” Harry hissed the words out across the table, glaring at the taller man before blushing under scrutiny further. “Don’t-”

“It’s okay, Spangler. You’ll get there eventually.” “Dude, not the point.”

“I... I’ve got to get back to help Jo.” Sophie stammered for a moment, glancing around at the group as she pressed the tray up against her chest and rushed away while Harry thunked his head onto the table top.

There was a pause before a hand fell on his shoulder, Sam leaning past the two girls between the both of them, to pat his shoulder a few times. “That’s rough, buddy.” The words sounded genuine, but the laughter that started up at the table from Harry’s groan and the wicked grin on the hunter’s face as everyone turned into ribbing the researcher about his unfulfilled crush.

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The crowd in the bar was winding down - the cheap drinks advertisement Jo, Sophie and Harry had devised doing exactly what they had planned in encouraging an influx crowd of youngsters earlier in the evening that would chase out the dock crews and hunters for the evening, and then as the hour got nearer to midnight the crowds would slowly filter out to the hipper, more aesthetic or club-like spaces around town as the three hours of cheap base spirits faded off. It was strategic - not only to make sure the bar would be shadow-friendly for most of the evening, but also to capitalize on a large influx and then giving both Harry and Jo the opportunity to enjoy the later hour with friends.

It took until almost 11 for the door to finally open and the last of the remaining large group of friends to arrive.

“I hate this holiday.” Grey seethed harshly as he made his way towards the booth and looked around in surprise at how squished and yet uncaring the group was. “Hey, what’d I miss?”

“Grey!” “Brother, finally!” “Hey man, how’d it go with the dog?” “Did you bring the puppy, brother?”

“No, I didn’t. Bloody Trick or Treaters kept freaking Nana out with the screaming and laughing.” He sighed quietly as he glanced to the side and pulled a seat over towards the end of the table, tugging with a sigh on his tie. “They all finished about two hours ago but she was so worked up I couldn’t leave.”

“Did you have many people stop?” Charlie asked, raising a brow at him. “I put up a big sign back at home that I only believe in giving out edibles so I suspect a lot of angry stoners that I wasn’t home.”

The shadow gave the other a disbelieving look for a moment before raising an eyebrow right back at her. “There’s a lot of children along the road, and being near the school means a lot of visitors. Went through about fifteen bags of candy before I decided enough was enough.”

“That’s far too much sugar to be giving out, brother.” “Oh really?” “Yes, really.”

“Well, I suspect Jo will be sad there isn’t any leftovers when we get home.” Grey smiled gently across at his sister, not even blinking at her choice of costume or lack there of, before doing a double take at noticing her sitting almost fully in the hunter’s lap and the way Dean was simply talking across her back towards his brother and the blonde shadow. “I see I missed more than a little trick or treating here too.”

“So many treats, you know.” Shada rebutted with a loud laugh. “I’m just embracing my choice of costume.”

“Oh?” “Cats must sit on laps, right?” “Ah.”

“Don’t worry man,” Ed spoke up then, giving a huffed laugh. “Dean lost a bet an hour back, he’s only got another five minutes before she’s got to get off.”

“Only if he remembers to ask though, or wants me to.” “Oh I’ll want you to, you foxy minx. You keep stealing my drinks before they get to me.” “Shush, Dean, chairs can’t talk.”

Blinking a few times at the array of banter, Grey simply shook his head before pushing back to his feet. “I’m going to go get a dri-”

“Doctor!” The squeal came high and clear over the subdued murmur of voices and lowered but atmospheric volume of the jukebox in the corner, and Grey found himself letting out a laugh as he turned to see a flurry of baby pink skirts and blonde hair spinning about behind the bar before scurrying from around the end of the bar itself. “Oh about bloody time!”

“Sorry, time got a little away from me.” Grey chuckled as he replied, pushing his chair a little back as Jo finally came bounding up to his side and threw an arm around his waist with that dazzling smile he loved so much. “You know how it is-”

“Oh of course, the man with all the time in the universe can’t keep a single track of it.” “That’s exactly how it is.” “Very wibbly-”

“-Wobbly.” He finished with an equally wide smile, tucking a strand of hair back behind Jo’s ear before leaning in to press his lips to hers in a click of teeth at just how wide their smiles were before they were kissing properly for the barest moment and he pulled back. “Sorry it took so long though, pretty one.” Grey said quieter, leaning down to whisper against Jo’s ear. “Nana was scared on a scarey night and wanted her mommy.”

“No problem, hunny, we’ll be home sometime tonight and I’m sure she’ll be okay until then.” Jo replied sweetly, pecking his lips a last time before turning towards the table as a whole. Her whole face shifted from the wide grin into a sneer. “Well now, can you guys tell who I am yet?”

There was a moment before Harry and Spruce had looks change from confusion at Jo’s dragging the table out of their conversations before they started smiling and nodded, with awkward laughter between them. It took another moment before Ed and Sam followed suit, with Ed crying out sharply “Oh! That makes so much more sense than Betty Draper!”

“That guess was so fuckin’ bullshit, Ed.” “Well it’s not our fault your couples-stume only makes sense together!” “It’s not my fault you clearly aren’t a fan enough to recognise this on sight.”

“Jo, stop being mad,” Harry shook his head smiling up towards the couple and playing mediator like he had been all night between Jo and others when the question on who or what exactly she was dressed as had come up. “Besides, it’s cute that it needs Grey here to make it work for both of you.”

Grey raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked down at his gym shoes and then further up towards his brown, pinstriped suit and the skinny tie in confusion that it might not be clear who he was, but then he felt the same looking at Jo in her quasi-beehive hairstyle and the flouncy baby pink dress and blue jacket that pulled her waist into a tiny point before the poofy nature of her skirts. He thought it was obvious who they both were, and that the blue tipped screwdriver poking out of his jacket pocket was really unnecessary for anyone to know the star-crossed lovers they were dressed as that night.

“Anyway, I’m off duty for the night now - but if Sophie needs a hand you and I might need to pitch in, Harry.” “And with closing down once us lot are done and she’s gone home for the night, I know.” “Oh actually, I had mentioned once we call last drinks to the rest of the kiddies here at one that Soph’s welcome to stay and hang out a little while. You don’t got a problem with that do you Harry?”

If Jo’s question sounded been innocent, the wicked twitch of her lips gave away any chance of innocence and any thought there wasn’t any intent behind it, which got a large laugh from Spruce and Charlie at Harry’s spluttering before Grey found himself getting pulled into the good natured teasing.

---

The night was a bit of a blur but in the way in which a night of good conversation, good companionship and good feelings was lost.

Shada eventually returned to sitting on the bench but a lot later than she was expected to, and at one point had her cat ears joined by the black domino mask that covered her smokey eyes but made her smiles seem a little more wicked and flirtatious as she batted her eyes out of the darkness.

Sam and Spruce found themselves eventually sitting beside one another and discussing in depth the problems with higher educations toll upon students and the pressures of achieving grades. They were both surprised to learn that’d both been pre-law, and that neither had felt the push to continue through the loss of either girlfriend in Sam’s case or friend in Spruce’s. And then that they both found bananas disgusting.

Charlie and Ombre spent an inordinate time standing up after it was found out that the tall blonde knew nothing of dancing - and the string of dance favorites that were set up on the jukebox for the two, and then three when Sophie had scared the last of the customers out of the bar and joined them both, made for an amusing range of background music.

Dean slowly got drunk on his beers but kept to himself for the most part, simply content after a while to rub at the small of the back of the girl on his lap with a thumb and listen to her and Jo’s talk about some shopping spree or birthday or something coming up. And once he was a free man again, turned his attention back towards his beer and the odd conversation he was pulled into.

Grey was pleased to find himself moved onto the booth seating after a bit beside Jo, hands held together in her lap or an arm around her waist, as he spent until the wee hours talking with Ed and Harry or even Dean about anything and everything so long as he had the warm presence of his sunshine pressed up against his side.

Nothing could go wrong so long as he could just look out the corner of his eye and see that smile in an instant. And when they got home, he was sure they’d have their fluffy baby curled up on the end of the bed to make that feel just as warm as sitting in the warm atmosphere of friendship there.

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