#hostler

[atlantes96]

💥 Chase Hostler

📰 15.6.25

[ascoresdoamor]

Chase Hostler 💋

[eachuisge-cc]

resized the dunmeri horse so it's closer to the size of the breeds that inspired it. note that Menw is a bit shorter than average because he's ohmes-raht and I use racemenu/that height diversity mod, but the average model should work just fine on it he's not that short.

(and for reference, these are mongolian horses. they're leetle)

[kremechihihi]

FUTURISMO ⚡️⚡️⚡️

buwan ng wika already passd but i still wanted 2 draw sum futurism in modernized filipiñana garb 4 funs

[mad-c1oud]

trying to draw Charlie’s back for his weapon sheet… someone put me out of my misery

[hilite-head]

NYC Art & Design Fairs 2025 Part II

[eventheodds]

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[whosdinkleyhenderson]

Death is my gift - Thunderbolts imagine

Reader's guide:

Thoughts = italics

Song: Black Cat - Janet Jackson

Marvels Thunderbolts (Platonic) x vampire slayer! Reader x Bob Reynolds (minimal interaction)

TW: Swearing.

Y/N creeped along the cold dark corridor, listening for a sound, a breath, something. That damn vampire had escaped her sight and lead her into this random building unknown to the human eye. But she knew, oh how she knew. The building had this odd aura to it. Her watcher warned her about unknown places, and how they usually lead to no good. She tightened her grip on the wooden stake in her hand and took a breath to defeat the uneasy feeling in her gut. I can do this, I can do this. As she continued tip toeing, footsteps caught her hearing. Spinning around she came face to face with the creature she had been searching for. In a flash she brought her arm back ready to strike only for the vampire to uppercut her into the vents at full force. She tumbled through the vents trying to fight off the creature, as they came to a quick stop. As the vampire came down to her neck the creak of the vent caught their attention. 

“Oh fuck.” Splitting open the two fell through the ceiling and into a closed area. Groaning they both rubbed their necks. Taking this opportunity to strike Y/N jumped at the vampire. Her actions catching the attention of the trio in the room. 

“You fucker.” She seethed. 

The unknown three watched in awe as her punch sent the vampire flying across the room.

“Holy shit.” Yelena breathed and turned to John, gun still in hand

The h/c girl was light on her feet as if she were dancing to swan lake. As quick as she was, so was the vampire, who jumped to his feet and grabbed a hold of her fist.

“You won’t live to see tomorrow, slayer.” His hissed bringing her arm under her back getting her in tight lock and spinning her around. Her back now pressed against his chest as he pushed her up against the wall.

“I don’t think so, jackass.” With brute force she brought her feet up and pushed off the wall, sending them both flying into a metal box. The vampire groaned and let her go.

“Now, where were we?” As he went to stand, Y/N took action. Plunging the wooden stake deep into his chest, striking her target. His heart. He gasped at the action taken by the girl in front of him, his eyes peered down to the stake lodged into his chest.

“Oh for fuck-” She removed the stake and his eyes met her, as his skin began to fake and turned to ash. His body, nothing but dust now swept away into the air. She watched him disintegrate and was able to finally catch her breath. 

Yelena began to clap, startling the poor girl who gave the performance of a lifetime. 

“Fuck! How long have you been standing there?” She gasped, her hand held against her chest. 

The trio shared a look of guns now placed in their hostlers. 

“Not sure. Probably twenty minutes…but if you’re asking before you came a good ten.” The short white-haired woman answered, in a thick Russian accent. Y/N nodded wearily, taking in the three people standing in front of her. A man with a semi hooded mask, with a suit that represented the late Captain America, Steve Rogers. A man Sam Wilson had mentioned to her several times when she worked alongside him and Joanquin. His gun pointed in the centre of her head. Next to him, a small white-haired woman, in a black suit with her hand resting on her holster. And lastly a tall, tanned woman with pitch black hair, mirroring the man's actions. “Umm…okay…who are you people?”

The taller woman cocked her head, “I could ask you the same thing sweetheart?”

She watched as the man followed suit and clocked his gun, “Yeah…you’re the one that killed that man.”

Now it was Y/N turn to cock her head. “That thing I killed was not a man. That was a vampire.” 

Confused, the trio shared a look with each other and faced her. “A vampire?”

Y/N suppressed an eye roll, “Yeah! Did you not notice the-”

A siren ceased the young woman's voice as the walls around them began to close. Snapping their heads around the room they watched in horror as they now became victims of an ungodly act. The last metal wall fell to the ground sealing them in, the echo silencing them. The hair on the back of Y/N stood up in alarm, something was off, and she did not like it at all. “Someone else is here.” She mumbled feeling his presence and spun around, facing the man in front of them. 

The trio behind her brought their guns up once again and came to stand beside her clocking their guns. 

“Woah, woah. Oh no.” He panicked and raised his hands in surrender. 

“Who…who are you?”

Fumbling with his words, he finally let out an answer.

“I’m…I’m Bob.” His blue eyes locking with Y/N’s e/c ones. Unknown to everyone she could see the shadow behind him lurking in the dark waiting for a chance to escape. The Captain America wannabe, faced the three women to his left, their attention focused on Bob.

“Who sent you Bob?” Yelena questioned, flicking her wrist at the man. 

“Nobody…wait, you were all sent?”

Y/N raised a brow, out of them all she wasn’t sent, she was led here against her will by that fucking vampire. Yeah something is definitely off here. Letting them continue their standoff with Bob. She took this as her cue to leave and began tapping against the metal, trying to find a hollow area.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” 

Ignoring them, Y/N grabbed a hold of a steal pipe and with her brute force smashed a hole through the metal wall. 

“I think, she’s trying to escape.” 

Satisfied with her damage, she slipped through the hole leaving the group behind. 

“I hope I never bump into those losers again.” 

-Two nights later-

Y/N sat in her apartment watching tv. When the local news came up, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine on screen. Standing on a podium with several military soldiers surrounding her. As she tried her best to listen to the news her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello, L/N.” A breathy voice sighed into the phone. She knew that voice all too fucking well. Anger filling her veins. This better be good. She pondered wanting to hear their answer. 

“What the hell do you want?”

“I need your help…We all do.”

We? Who in God’s name could he be referring to?

“Look. I don’t know what game you’re playing but I told you to never call me after what happened with Sam.” She had only agreed to help Sam, not this one. Sam enjoyed Y/N’s company and took her under his wing when her watcher wasn’t around. And at times would ask her to babysit his kids. 

“Please Y/N. I already spoke to your watcher, and he agrees you should help.” Now this, oh this angered the fuck out of her. How dare they plan something against her back, against her will.

“You’ve seen too much for Valentina’s liking. She’s hunting you down as we speak…it could be seconds, minutes, hours…even days before she finds you.” He was right. Whatever she had stumbled on was something top secret that could end badly. And after seeing the news about this Valentina woman. She looked the type that would stop at nothing to get her way.

“I’m not happy that you went behind my back. But-” Y/N was cut off by her apartment door flying off the hinges, What the actual fuck.

“Y/N? HEY! Y/N WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?” His voice shouted through the phone. 

“Well, you know that company you were all so graciously informing me about. Has finally arrived.” 

“Don’t move, we’re coming to you.”

“I can take care of myself, bub!” She hissed, and hung up the phone readying herself for combat. 

Two soldiers came in guns locked on the girls frame. “Now, now. Hasn’t your mother told you it's not polite to kick down a lady’s door.” She smiled. 

“Oh I wouldn’t call you a lady, Miss L/N. An interesting force of nature, but a mere immature child, yes.” The young woman’s blood went cold when the wicked bitch herself walked into the room. 

For fuck sake. 

“Don’t you have better things to do then bug me…besides what the hell does a demon like yourself want with someone like me?”

The older woman tutted at the young woman’s language. “My, my. Don’t you have a dirty tongue. Should get that fixed, maybe cut out.”

Y/N eyes narrowed, as she watched her move about her apartment.

“Nice place, it would be a shame if someone broke something.” Valentina’s fingers grasped the picture of Y/N and her father. “Cute.” And dropped the frame, glass cluttered the clean floor. “I’m here to make you an offer, Y/N one that will change your life.”

Y/N gave no answer, which Valentina took as a sign to continue. “How would you feel working for me? Side by side with my secret weapon. No rules, no watcher's council breathing down your neck.”

Confusion struck the young vampire slayer in the face. What the hell is this whackjob talking about? 

“So what do you say, Y/N? Will you be joining me and Sentry in our mission to make the world a better place?”

Her eyes locked with the devils in front of her. She had faced creatures darker and scary than this woman standing in front of her. Yet there was something more sinful lurking in her eyes. No demon or entity lurking behind her. In a heartbeat Y/N made her decision and took a step towards her apartment balcony. 

“I’d have to say… Tough Shit. Lizard skin.” Sticking the finger up she leaped off the balcony and into the sea of people. Landing on her feet she broke off into a sprint. 

“I WILL FIND YOU Y/N! AND IF I DON’T HE WILL! AND WHEN HE DOES, YOU’LL WISH YOU WERE DEAD!” Valentina’s rage rang through the cold winter’s night. Y/N took one last glance up at her balcony she shook her head “Fucking looney old hang.” 

Weaving through the crowd of people, she knew she couldn’t go back to her apartment. With that crazy bitch and her lap dog after her. It would definitely be bugged with some sort of tracking device in there. Lost in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed the arm reaching out to her. In a swift motion she flipped the owner of the arm to the ground stake ready to strike their chest. 

“Woah, woah. Don’t fucking stake me with that thing L/N.” 

“For fuck's sake Barnes.” She hissed, hovering over the man.

“L/N removed the stake from my chest, now!” 

With hesitation, Y/N slowly moved the stake from the man’s chest. Brushing himself off, his light blue eyes found hers in the dead of night. Facing them she took in the group, her eyes scanned each face, before they landed on one, she knew all too well. 

“Would someone explain what the hell is going on here?” The tall lady from the other day asked, annoyed by the silence between the group. 

“Yeah, an explanation would be nice, Barnes.”

“Quite John.” 

Bucky turned to face the group, “This is the girl I informed you all about.” They all shared a look. 

“The one that helped you and Sam last year?” John asked.

Bucky gave a nod. 

“Care to explain what's so special about her, Barnes.” Y/N shot a look at the taller woman whose question didn’t sit well with her. 

“Let’s just say she’ll be a big help.”

Three days later

They all stood inside the elevator, squished up against each as they made it to the final floor. 

“Finally, I couldn’t stand another second of the music.” Alexei muttered, a few team members agreeing with him. The doors opened to a giant display window; one by one they stepped out. Guards surrounded the room, and sipping a glass of champagne was the person who started this all. 

“Ahh so nice of you to join us…I see you brought Y/N along with you, now I’m in an even better mood.”

The young girl’s face contorted into a look of disgust. 

“Enough chit chat Valentina, why’d call us here?”

They all watched as the woman brought the glass up to her lips, taking another sip. The air felt heavy, a similar feeling to the one Y/N had when she first met the group. 

“Patience Mr Barnes. All good things come to those who wait. Bring him.” 

Two soldiers entered with a man dressed in a suit, like Superman's. 

“Bob?” Yelena questioned. 

“No, not Bob. This is Sentry.” His glare hardened as he locked eyes with Y/N. She couldn’t read his expression. Never in her life of fighting demons, vampires and God’s had she been so confused. From all the books she read on these evil beings, did it ever talk about this. 

As Valentina and Bucky continued talking. Letting her eyes wander, Y/N studied her surroundings, and made sure she had options for a quick escape if things went ugly. 

“Sure Mr Barnes…” In a split second, Y/N was thrown out the window by a strong force and let a cry for help. Quick on their toe John and Alexi leaped after the girl. 

“Let’s see how strong this so-called slayer is.” Valentina smirked, taking one last gulp of her drink. 

“Well Sentry, you know what to do with them.”

Bob faced the trio and flicked his wrist at Yelena and Ava. Sending the two women flying across the room, before turning to Bucky. 

“You really think you can save the world?” His cold voice tutted, capturing Bucky’s metal arm. “You are only kidding yourselves…” The clicks of metal filled the air. Meeting his soulless eyes, Bucky hissed in his face. “Go to hell.”

“Wrong answer.” With that the man’s metal arm came flying off.

Down below, Alexi and John managed to save Y/N. 

“Ah guys, we’ve got company.” John stated, watching as void made his way out the window. 

“Oh fuck!” 

The man’s hand waved over the city creating a black moss, causing people to enter a state of panic. 

“Come on, we have to get out of here, Y/N.” Alexi grasped the girl’s arm, heaving her to a nearby building. 

“We are so screwed.” 

John was right they were screwed. None of them had the power and abilities to fight this thing, no stake or cross would bring him down. As they peered out from the side of the building. They watched the scene unfold, the chaos and destruction this man was causing. All because of one crazy ass bitch. 

“Well, we can’t stay here, we need to go back to the other!”

“Yeah, great idea Alexei, but um how do we get past that.” The thick cloud was making its way to them, if they stayed put they would end up like the rest of the people, a pile of ash. Y/N’s mind ran wild, trying her best to come up with a plan and that's when it struck her. A basic but effective idea. The two men watched as the girl began searching through the rubble of rocks. Tossing some aside, inspecting ones that looked perfect and gathering a small pile.

“What the hell is she doing?” John questioned the other man, as he got up and also began helping the girl.

“Is this a good size?” Alexei asked, showing her a hefty size piece of rubble Y/N. 

“Perfect.” She made her way back to their original spots.

“Would you tell me what the hell you're planning on doing with those?” John, gestured to the rocks in her hands. 

“I believe if I throw at least one of these hard enough to his skull. It’ll knock him unconscious and give us a bit of time to make it to the others.” 

“And if you miss?”

“That’s the thing John I never miss…well wish me luck.” she smirked and took off with lighting speed.

Turning to his side, John came face to face with an excited Alexei. “I like this girl. She got spunk.”

 Stepping out of her hiding spot, she began analyzing her surroundings. Sentry had his back towards her and took this as an opportunity to begin aiming. 

They want to know what a slayer is, I’ll show them. At full force she sent the rock flying striking her target right where she wanted.

“Bullseye.” As quick as the first one went, then came the second. Knocking him down unconscious. A gleeful cheer rang from behind her, Alexei and John came running toward her. 

“Good shot kid.” 

“Thanks, now let's go before he-.” Y/N words ran thin when a voice behind them called out. 

“Hey umm…excuse me.” The trio spun around to see Sentry awake, without hesitation Alexei and John pulled out their guns. 

“Hey woah, woah. I’m not Sentry…I’m Bob. The good half.” He pleaded hands raised in surrender. Y/N spared a glance between the two men and smiled at another brilliant idea coming to mind. 

“Why don’t you two head on up to the rest, I’ll meet you lot up there.” Facing her they saw the glint of mischief in her eye, John and Alexei took their leave. Having faith, she knew what kind of situation she was putting herself in. 

“Oh thank god, I thought - hey aren’t you the girl from the other day?” He waited for her response but she stood in her place, not moving a muscle. Y/N observed the man standing in front of her and found it quite interesting that one moment his hair was light blonde and the next it was dirty blonde. This is far beyond her line of work when it came to creature theology. Man, Giles would have a field day studying this one. 

Bob couldn’t believe his eyes. He finally got to see her again. God knows how long he had been asleep, whilst Sentry was in control. He wanted to thank her for knocking the entity out and allowing him to have control over his body again. Y/N's beauty enchanted him. From her long black lashes, plump red lips, to a figure and a head of hair that film stars would die for. She put Selena Gomez to shame with her features. He couldn’t stop himself from walking over to her towering over her figure. She looked up at him through her lashes, he felt his body become hot. It was either her or the suit. Lost in her eyes Bob began to lean down, Y/N took this opportunity to kick start her plan. When he was close enough, she smashed her skull into his. Knocking the poor man out cold and began dragging him towards Valentina’s building. 

“Loser.” 

The elevator doors opened to reveal an unconscious Bob and an unharmed Y/N.

“What the hell happened to him?” Ava ask as the young woman dragged Bob to them.

“Testosterone is a great equalizer - it turns all men into morons…no offence fellas.” She smiled, plopping his body in front of their feet.

“So what do we do with him now?” Everyone’s focus went to the man in charge.

“Well Valentina will most likely come looking for him again. We take him where she can’t track for a while.” Bucky concluded. 

“In that case, if the apocalypse comes, call me and in the meantime don’t.” Y/N smiled taking her leave and pausing in front of the elevator doors. 

“See ya later Thunderbolts.” She winked and stepped inside. 

“Please tell me you’ll actually call her if we do end up in war.”

“You bet your sweet ass Barnes is.”

-Back at Y/N’s apartment- 

The girl opened her door, to reveal the messy kitchen oblivious to the figure sitting in the corner chair. Tired and bothered, she pulled open her fridge door and grabbed a Lemon Ruski. Popping the lid open she took a swing of the sweet alcoholic drink. As always it hit the perfect spot satisfying her taste buds. As she ended her sip, and examined the glass bottle she felt a presence. Shifting her gaze into the corner of the room her body tensed. “Did he recognise you?” 

“No, not at all.”

“Good lets keep it that way…for now.”

“Of course! You have my word.”

“Until then stay away from the thunderbolts, especially from him.”

“Of course.” She pondered at asking what she had been dying to ask. 

“Good girl!” The figure got up to leave.

“Wait!” 

“Yes?” 

She bit her lip and dared to ask. “When can I see them…or at least be able to call them please.”

The air around her grew heavy, she knew what was coming in full force. The figure stood in front of her, fingers gripping her chin.  “Stick to the plan, succeed and you’ll see them…fail and they all die, especially Gabriel. Do I make myself clear?” The girl nodded her head furiously. 

“Yes, yes of course. I won’t fail you. I promise.”

“Atta girl.”

She watched as the figure disappeared into the night. Taking another swing of her drink Y/N peered down at the picture of her and her friends. Xavier, Mason, Allison and Y/N all smiling in the graduation gowns. She wiped the tear from the glass frame. Man, how she missed them, missed Gabriel. Lord how she missed Gabriel. Y/N thought after all the shit they had been through, they would still be together. Maybe my life is like that TV show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, after all. Except she has a happy ending, and I don’t. 

She let out a dry laugh, and tossed her empty bottle over the balcony. Watching from above the glass smashed against the concert ground. 

 “Into every generation, there is a chosen one. One girl in all the world. She alone will wield the strength and skill to stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the Slayer.” 

Death is my gift.

A/N: Thoughts? feel free to comment.

[ascoresdoamor]

Chase Hostler 💋

[nakaira]

 . . . ֶָ֢ 𔓘 DICTATORZAI ; a snippet ❞

see I grew up on wattpad, I eat up all the cliché romances even now as long as it's interesting enough for me. so ofcourse I'll write clichés too because they are as I said, interesting and make me happy lol.

pls forgive the poorly written action. I can only write this much for a snippet hehe.

— imagine trying to escape from your own wedding to dictatorzai. refusing the proposal of marriage was not a choice from the beginning, he would have your head on a platter if you did that.

so running away half an hour before the wedding is the only option you have. running away earlier would have given them more time to find you and so, despite this being the peak hour where security is the tightest, you will run away now.

having torn your pretty white gown till knee length with the foldable knife you always keep close to you, you take a deep breath.

you have done worse. you can do this with ease.

your eyes search around before they land on the flower vase on the nightstand next to the bed and you walk, grab it and smash it to the ground.

the noise alerts the guards who are standing outside to guard the door and with a quick shared glance, both of them turn to open the door and enter it.

they freeze, seeing you standing there while holding a piece of the broken vase, pointed at them as you stand there as if they are the ones with a weapon disadvantage.

"won't you listen to your commander- ah, ex-commander?" you ask, searching for some kind of familiarity in their eyes yet here dazai's word is absolute. in front of his orders, not even God can make these men do the opposite.

you sigh, dropping the piece of vase on the floor and within the time it takes to fall to the ground and break into smaller pieces, you dash across the room to punch one of them right on the jaw.

the other guard takes his gun out of the hostler. you grab the first guard's cuff, pinching it to maintain grip as you pull him closer and take out his gun, shoving him towards the second guard.

this may not seem that impressive but with the sheer quickness you execute these actions is what makes it overwhelming to the second guard.

that has always been your speciality after all.

pointing the gun at them you shoot two times without moving your arm. first, the bullet hits the first guard and he immediately falls on his knees and the second bullet hits the second guard who gasps, staggering back.

turning, you dash out from there. you can either take the stairs which will be a risk since many guards are stationed down or jump down the windows at the end of the hallway and risk spraining your ankle if you fall in an awkward position which is mostly guaranteed with the heels on your feet.

fuck it, you take the latter risk. it's death one way or the other anyway. the moment you decided to go against dazai, you prepared yourself to be hanged in front of other military and government members as an example of what happens to whoever goes against dazai — even if that person is you, the woman rumoured to always have been dazai's romantic interest.

at the end of the hallway where the two big windows glimmered, taunting you to come closer, stood two guards.

you stop on your feet as soon as their eyes fall on you. you recognise them. they were once men who worked under you, who had been injured in war to be demoted to casual guards.

they raise their guns towards you and once again, you realise, no one is loyal to anyone except to that bandaged man who brings success dripping with blood to this nation.

whatever hardships you have gone through with them, whatever trauma and situations you survived mean nothing.

you raise your gun at them, taking a step forwards, looking around to see the hallway being empty so there are no other items which you can use as a weapon.

“please don't do this. you are asking to be killed." one of them says, calmly. eyes devoid of life yet filled with fear.

like dolls. they don't have souls.

killing dolls is easier than killing humans.

you pull the trigger repeatedly in a clumsy fashion. the bullets pierce through their foreheads, chest, arm, thighs and some even miss and hit the walls, leaving holes in them.

you find yourself thinking for a moment as you watch the two guards who were once your comrades fall to the floor, is it really worth it?

you'll be discovered no matter where you go.

you think of giving up, you really do, but the sound of multiple footsteps storming in unity up the stairs, snaps you out of whatever state you were going in and you run over to the windows to try to open them.

your heart begins to beat fast as they don't open no matter how strongly you pull or push at the handles of the frames. but this doesn't make sense. there are no locks on the frames of the windows, neither are there any nails or chains which would keep it locked.

you pause as you hear the footsteps approach near, narrowing your eyes as you feel like someone played a prank on you. there is super glue between the frames which are keeping the frames attached together.

oh.

dazai must be mocking you, no?

anger fills your body. adrenaline makes you more irrational. you pull your hand back before shooting it forwards to punch the glass, breaking it. the pieces of glass shatter and fly in the air as you continue to use your bare hands to break the glass frame enough for you to jump without injuring yourself further.

"stop right there!" you hear your name being called and you know behind you, almost twenty guards are pointing their guns at you. you don't turn but instead grip the gun — with only maybe one or two bullets left — tightly in your bloody hand, jumping down the two floored villa.

as you had feared, you fall on your knees and scrape them against the concrete road, letting out a strangled cry.

the guards look down at you from the windows, yelling commands to each other.

when you stand up again, ignoring the burn from your knees travelling to your calves and up your spine, the guards finally fall into sync as half of them turn back to run down the stairs and get into cars to chase you while the other half jump down the windows as well, wincing and gasping at the cuts the unsymmetrical pieces of broken glass had caused them.

you stumble for a few steps before you can run normally again, dashing through the empty roads with the guards following you.

you look over your head, slowing down to remove your heels, throwing them at the guards following you with hopes of slowing them down.

blood trickles down your palms to your fingers and down onto the road but this pain isn't anything major in front of your burning knees. you want to give up and sink to the floor and cry because they hurt so much, like your muscles are being burnt at the same time at different spots.

where are you running to? wherever this road leads you to.

the guards holding their guns don't use it for one wound on you will cost them their life.

you curse under your breath, preparing yourself for the pain. then, you take off, using all your might to run faster despite your face heating up in pain and body nearly trembling.

the road ahead of you finally ends to give way to a cliff-like path beyond which you can see the sea and its waves.

you can feel your heart drop to the floor of your stomach, all and any hope leaving you because now you are going to be caught and killed. you stop running, knowing it's a fool’s decision to continue running now.

near the end of the cliff, dangerously near even, a car stops. the black car glimmers as sunlight falls on it and your shoulders slump.

it's over. he's here.

the guards who had stopped behind you immediately bow down when the car door opens and he steps out — a black suit with a maroon shirt underneath — immediately making his way over to you.

you want to close your eyes and look away but you don't because if you are going to die, you will die wearing the brave facade you always wear. how is he going to kill you?

by his mere hands or by a gun?

“why did you take off your heels?” his voice is so soft that it doesn't match with him or the actions he commits.

whoever says the devil is pretty was so damn right because you can't speak, he's just that pretty that it makes you unable to form coherent sentences.

staring at him in awe and at the way the bandages rest on his eye. the way his visible eye is so richly brown, how his eyelashes look so delicate and how he's staring at your now bloody and grim feet with a certain sadness that's almost foreign to be seen on him.

and your heart is filled with a certain sadness for him. you remember the little boy he once was and wonder, how did he turn this way?

maybe this is why you don't say anything when he takes off his shoes, kneels down and helps you wear them instead.

you just let him.

for the sake of whatever familiarity once existed between you two.

“is marrying me that repulsive?” he asks with a lighthearted voice but you can hear the hidden hurt in his words.

he stands up straight, offering his hand to you at which you stare at for some time, snapping out of your daze when you feel the guards behind you sigh or quietly express their frustrations.

you feel bewildered because unlike the guards, he remains patient, hand still extended. might be because he wasn't the one chasing after you all this while but it still is impressive.

“you knew.” you whisper, accepting his hand.

he begins to lead you to the car, telling, “i do. when it comes to you, i always do.”

[drdemonprince]

When I was a kid I always had a fixation on pets, dog cages etc. I was always the dog when we played house. If there was a pen or kennel for dogs, I wanted to be inside. Always weirdly fixated on being in a cage. I also used to play a game with my friend where she was a princess and I was an evil witch, trying to get a magic amulet from her. She had to consent to give me the amulet, so I would "torture" her by various means to coerce her consent to get the amulet. Put her in cages etc It was all very pre-erotic since I have no sexual trauma and didn't feel exactly horny about it yet. But the fixation was already there.

oh yeah, and like my sister used to tie up her dolls in rope and drag them around the house verbally insulting them and then tie them to chairs and torture and execute them while wearing big cowboy boots and toy gun hostlers and a knife in a band on her thigh. kids are freaky little fucks!

and personally i was jacking it, fully jacking it, to hypnotic stuff and elaborate bondage/brainwashing/enslavement scenarios at a very young age. fetuses jerk off in the womb. kids can be sexual beings and that really fuckin terrifies people but we can just be chill about it -- it's not the end of the world when your dog licks its own genitals so why is it weird that a kid might want some special alone time. would we think there was something immoral about a kid rubbing their own neck when it hurt? or getting themselves a snack they like? it's so fucking wild how much people's thinking gets distorted around this stuff

[nataliasquote]

I Will Rescue You | n romanoff

Summary: An alert from the Red Room sends Natasha, Yelena and Bucky on a last minute mission. But what they find is far from expected…

Warnings: teen pregnancy, injury, blood, guns

Pairings: natasha x adopted!daughter!reader

wc: 3.7k

note: this is just precious mama nat who holds a special place in my heart

-⧗-

"Got your six, Natasha. Approach when ready." Nat heard the crackle over her intercom and readied her gun, her elbows locked as she pressed herself against the wall.

Never did she think she'd be back in this place. The one place she vowed never to come back to. But here she was. The coldness of the stone wall was seeping through her tactical suit, which wasn't adapted to support her through Russia's freezing temperatures.

But that was the last thing Natasha was thinking about. There were girls inside. Girls that needed help. Natasha knew all too well how they felt, and she wanted to put a stop to it.

Yelena was on the opposite side of the courtyard, double ponytails swishing back and forth as she kept checking her surroundings. The sisters made eye contact and nodded, Natasha taking that as her cue to move.

Silent as the dead of night, the redheaded assassin crept through the open door, sticking to the shadows like this very place had taught her. She didn't make a sound, taking down guards with a single slice to the throat, clean and precise. Fires shot in the distance and she knew she didn't have long.

But this place was once her home. She knew it like the back of her hand, as much as she hated to admit it. She knew who she wanted to meet for the final time, but a faint rumbling told her that that plan was gone.

"черт возьми." She muttered under her breath as her once careful footing now broke into a sprint. The team had estimated about 30 minutes for extraction, but that had been cut down to 10. There were more guards than the trio expected, but they powered through.

"I'm hitting the training rooms. Nat cover the wings and Yelena-"

"Doors, yes I know. Don't need to tell me солдат."

"Buck, you know she hates being bossed around." Natasha whispered as she climbed the stairs. She heard gunshots through Bucky's comm, but carried on. They could look after themselves.

The sight of the dorm corridor made Nat sick to her stomach. But she hauled herself together and ran along the hallway, checking the rooms. They were empty.

The sight of the tiny beds empty was a relief to her. Maybe they had stopped taking so many young children.

"I've got 15 in here Nat." Bucky called over the comm.

"Take them to the jet. I've got none so far." She checked all the dorm rooms, but there wasn't a trace of life. She thought the place was deserted until a faint whimper was heard, followed by desperate attempts to console.

It sounded like a baby's cry, so Nat placed her gun in her hostler. She didn't need to have her weapons out right now. The widow bites on her wrists would do enough for now to keep her protected.

There were 5 single cells along the back wall, and only one of them was dimly lit. Nat stepped into the light so she wouldn't shock anyone who was living in there. It seemed empty at first, but upon closer inspection Nat could see a young girl curled up in the corner.

Her blue eyes were locked on Nat, muscles tense as she pressed herself into the wall.

"Я ничего не делал, клянусь!" (i didn't do anything I swear). There were bruises on her temples and a hastily tied bandage on her arm and Nat just smiled softly.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." She crouched down outside the rails and offered her hand out slowly, like you would to a frightened puppy. But the girl just stared at Nat, her eyes narrowing.

"You are Black Widow." Her english was broken and laced with a heavy Russian accent. "You disgrace him."

Nat frowned at her words but shook her head. "No, I'm here to save you. I'm gonna get you out."

"Nobody take us anywhere." As she spoke, her arms loosened to show the tiny baby wrapped in a blanket in her arms. It couldn't have been more than 2 months old, but yet the girl only looked around 15. Natasha felt sick to her stomach. What kind of sick programme had they created?

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. How old are you?"

The girl stared at Nat for a few minutes before answering. "16."

"Блядь. (fuck)". Natasha sat back on her heels,

contemplating her next move. "And the baby? Ваш ребенок? (your baby?)". The girl nodded.

"Y/n." Nat raised an eyebrow. "меня зовут Y/n."

"That's a beautiful name. You want to get out of here?" The girl shook her head slowly, and Nat didn't blame here. This was all she knew. To her, it was home, as sick and twisted as it was. "You will be safe."

"Safe? You safe?"

Natasha nodded. "You're safe with me. You both are. But we need to go." As if on cue, the whole building began to shake and pieces of rubble fell from the ceiling. The girl screamed and buried her face in her daughter's blanket, holding her tightly. "Y/n, we need to go!" Nat blasted the padlock and the door swung open. "Now!"

"Can't!" The teenager gestured to her leg, which was openly bleeding. A gunshot wound was clean through her calf, and looked fairly fresh, meaning the girl struggled to walk. Nat registered it and brought her hand up to her comms, slowly to not startle the girl.

"Bucky I need backup. Quickly." After a grunt in reply, she quickly looked around the room to find something to help. But it was bare except for a bed and a sink.

Another vibration shook the building and Nat had no other option. She rushed over to the girl and helped her stand, taking the baby in her arm after reassuring the anxious teenager that she would be safe. The girl could hardly walk, but Nat couldn't carry her. Not with the baby too.

As a pair, they hobbled out onto what once was the hallway, now half broken in the middle and filled with rocks. Y/n was heavily leaning on Nat, pain shooting up her leg with every step.

A voice came yelling down the hallway, and through the dust broke Bucky, racing along trying to fit his gun back in it's holster. "What-"

"No questions. Move. Talk later. You need to carry her." Nat was clear and concise with her orders and she gestured to Y/n's leg, which was all Bucky needed.

But Y/n was wary of the new person and she grabbed Nat's arm in front of her. But the redhead turned to face her.

"Hey, it's okay. He is going to help you be safe." She looked into the girl's blue eyes, knowing they had very little time left to get out of here.

"Natasha, I don't know where you are but you better get out of here because this place is gonna blow!" Yelena yelled into her mic, cursing in Russian as she shot down guards.

"Y/n? Please?"

"если ты делаешь больно, детка, я делаю тебе больно! (If you hurt baby, I hurt you!)". Natasha nodded and carefully settled the baby in her arm. Y/n didn't take her eyes off the infant until Bucky picked her up and she felt the pain shoot through her leg. He mumbled an apology as they. began to run, dodging explosions and gunfires.

They broke through a gap in the wall and Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, not used to the blinding light of the sun on the snow.

Yelena was stood at the base of the Quinjet they had stolen from Stark, and as she saw her sister approaching she ran inside to start the engines. They lifted off the ground just as Nat managed to throw herself into a seat, the baby still safely in her arms.

They'd taken a bigger jet than the Avengers usually used, so the widow's Bucky had taken from the training room were in a separate area where they could sit comfortably together. But Nat had brought Y/n up to where she was sitting so she could look at her gunshot wound.

"мой ребенок! (my baby!)" Y/n cried out as soon as she was sitting, but Nat was already on it. She soothed the distressed girl and gently placed the baby in her outstretched arms.

The young girl may only have been 16, but she was a good mother. She calmed her child and an old Russian lullaby and gently stroked her head, kissing it softly. As she sat opposite, Nat couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when looking at the mother and daughter. As wrong as it was, she never had that opportunity, and she hated herself for it every day.

"Can I look at your leg?" The young girl nodded and stretched her leg out, wincing slightly. The bullet had gone straight through which made Nat's job easier. "Okay it just needs a few stitches. May I? This will hurt."

Y/n shrugged and pulled down the bandage on her arm. Bucky had to turn away at the sight of the DIY stitches that were 'holding' the wound closed. Nat took a sharp inhale of breath but kept her calm. That could be sorted out back at the compound.

Y/n didn't flinch once as the stitches were being put in. She kept her eyes glued to the baby, stroking her face softly as she hummed once more.

"Why don't you get some sleep?" Nat passed the girl a blanket and stepped back to give her some space. "I'll go check on the others." She said to Bucky, who nodded and went to sit at the controls with Yelena.

Y/n was exhausted but tried to keep her guard up. Her eyes darted around the small room, but it wasn't long before she couldn't fight sleep and her eyes began to close.

~~~

"Hey hey woah! It's okay! She's here. She's right here." Natasha was trying to defend herself against Y/n fists as the panicked teenager attacked her. Nat knew the baby wasn't safe just laying on the bed as the teenager slept, so she moved her to a makeshift cot. But Y/n woke up and freaked out.

"You touched her without my permission!" She screamed, swinging a fist at Nat who caught it just in time.

"Y/n, I was looking after her. You needed the rest." Nat held the struggling girl's fists in her hands and stood still, watching as she breathed hard. "It's okay. She's okay."

With a huff, Y/n pulled her hands away and scooped up her baby, cradling her close to her chest. "She needs feeding," she said bluntly.

"Okay. We don't have anything here but why don't you and I go out today and we can buy some supplies, including a cot for our room?" Natasha asked this more as a peace offering and the girl eyed her suspiciously before nodding.

"The other girls. Where are they?"

"Fury- our director has got new homes for them. Don't worry."

"And me? New home for me?"

Nat paused, thinking about her answer. The truth was, she didn't want to see Y/n leave. Not just yet. Something about the girl had reached out to her, and the slight possibility of having a daughter raced through her mind. Maybe this girl was her second chance, a chance to do something good again. "Well, we wanted to keep an eye on you and the baby. Seeing as she's so young."

Y/n just hummed in response before disappearing towards her room with a slight limp.

"You've got a feisty one there." Came a voice from behind Nat. She turned around to find Wanda snacking on a bowl of cereal, spoon halfway to her mouth.

"Yeah." Her reply was half hearted as she stared at where Y/n was last seen.

"Nat?" She turned to face Wanda once more. "I can hear your thoughts; they're really loud. And I'm gonna say go for it, but be careful. You know what you were like when you first came out. She's not much different than you, you know. Give her time."

Natasha smiled at her friend before grabbing a banana. "Thanks Wands."

~~~

Nat really listened to Wanda's words, which is why she called up the store before they left and asked to hire it out for the day. Stark had more than enough money to make that happen, and Nat wanted Y/n to be as comfortable as possible.

They entered through the back door, and only 2 members of staff were on each level of the huge department store. The bright lights and colourful items were enough to overwhelm Y/n anyway, as she held her baby close to her chest, still wrapped in the filthy blanket.

"You can pick whatever you want, okay?" Nat informed the teenager as they entered, but she didn't respond.

She wandered around, face stoic and eyes wide. Natasha could see the outline of a glock tucked into her jeans, but she didn't comment. Where she got it from was unclear, but it brought the girl a sense of comfort and Nat trusted her not to use it inappropriately.

Nat pointed a couple of bottles and baby clothes out, to which Y/n either shrugged or nodded. She was uncomfortable, but this trip was necessary.

"Okay, how about we look at cribs?"

"Our room?"

"Yeah if you want. But there's a nursery we can set up?"

Y/n thought for a minute. "But- no. Close to me."

"She will be close to you." Y/n looked skeptical. "Okay, how about this. We can get one for our room and one for hers, yeah?"

"Okay. But you don't leave no? No moving rooms?"

Natasha couldn't help but smile. "Honey, I'm not leaving. We can get you your own room if you want? For space?"

"No."

"Okay then."

They walked over to the cribs section and looked at the options. Y/n had relaxed a bit more as she considered the options, reaching her hand out to feel the wood. She'd never had the opportunity to make her own decisions before, and it felt foreign.

But within her focussed task, Natasha failed to notice the shop assistant approaching them, until a bright and cheery "Hi there! Can i help you?" broke through their thoughts.

Y/n immediately jumped behind Nat. Her hand would have reached for her gun if it wasn't so busy holding her baby and newly found protector.

"отойди! (stay back!)" Y/n yelled from behind Natasha, who held an arm in front of her. The assistant looked startled and held her hands up in surrender, taking a few steps back.

"Sorry. Could you give us a minute?" Nat apologised quickly and then turned to Y/n. "Hey, stop struggling." The girl unclenched her fist and placed it on her child's back. "That woman is not going to hurt you. Or your baby. You're safe."

"She stay away!" Y/n grunted through gritted teeth, chest heaving. Nat knew there was no winning this, so she placed her arm around the girl, who didn't flinch like she usually did.

"We don't need any assistance right now, thank you." The now shaken woman nodded and scurried away, not wanting to spend another moment around the assassins.

"We go? Now." Y/n stood her ground, staring Natasha directly in the eye.

"30 minutes. Then we go."

"Fine."

Nat rushed around the rest of the store, grabbing baby formula, clothes, cribs, clothes and tethers. She found a bouncer and play mat, even though the infant wasn't even sitting up yet. She grabbed some clothes for Y/n, some of which the teenager picked out, others that Nat knew she needed. The small girl was currently wearing one of Wanda's sweatshirts and a pair of jeans, both of which were too big. All of the items were sent directly to the compound, so they didn't have to carry anything home. And Natasha made sure to heftily tip the woman who had approached them before, as an apology.

Stark had restricted everyone's access except Nat and Wanda to the areas where Y/n was residing. The girl didn't trust men at all, and even with Wanda she was slightly wary.

But after the intense shopping trip, Y/N was exhausted. And her baby was restless, crying even after being fed and changed. The teenager was frustrated and tired, but she refused to hand the baby over to Nat, who offered many times.

But Natasha had another plan. She turned on a movie on the TV and let Y/n sit on the bed, shushing her child desperately.

"Why don't we try her new crib? Maybe she'll settle in there?"

Y/n looked over with heavy eyelids and reluctantly stood up. Her legs buckled slightly but she continued walking to place the baby in the crib. Nat handed her a pacifier but the teenager stared at her blankly, confused at the item she was holding.

"May I?" Nat asked, gesturing to the child.

"Careful." Y/n hissed.

Nat approached the infant and slotted the pacifier into her mouth, smiling at how her cried were instantly silenced.

"ведьма (witch)." Y/n mumbled, watching as her daughter fell asleep within the minute.

"Спасибо, дорогая. (Thank you darling.)" Nat quipped with a smirk as she watched the teenager climb back onto her bed. "Why don't you come onto mine? We can watch a movie?"

Y/N's eyes filled with fear. "Not Snow White. Please no."

Natasha pushed painful memories down and she shook her head. "Definitely not. I still can't watch it."

Y/n shrugged and hesitantly climbed onto Natasha's bed, sticking close to the edge nearest the crib. But Nat didn't comment. She was too busy trying to suppress her excitement over the improvements Y/n had made in such a short amount of time.

She put an episode of Friends on, knowing it was lighthearted and not likely to trigger any fresh memories that Y/n still had.

But she didn't need to worry. Within 10 minutes the teenager was fast asleep, her head resting on Nat's shoulder ever so slightly. The redhead didn't move. She couldn't. This girl was trusting her more and more. The improvement that had been made in a week was beyond anything Nat had ever expected. She paused the movie and switched off the main light, wrapping her arm gently around Y/n's shoulders.

~~~

(5 months later)

Y/n shot up in bed, chest heaving as she broke out of her nightmare. Her eyes automatically darted to the crib beside her bed... but it was empty.

"Mama! Mama! где мой малыш! (Where is my baby!)" She leaped out of bed and raced out of the room, looking everywhere as she ran to the corridor.

She kept yelling for Natasha, calls becoming more and more frantic the longer it went on. But Nat heard her and called back, summoning her into the kitchen.

"I can't find Talia! Someone must have taken h-" The teenager stopped in her tracks, not expecting what she saw infront of her.

Her 7 month old daughter, Talia, was sat in her high chair, eating yoghurt from the spoon that Nat was feeding her. There were berries scattered across the countertop and with every spoonful of yoghurt came a wipe to the mouth from Nat.

"Little miss over her was extra fussy this morning so I made breakfast. Thought you might want to sleep in a bit more."

Y/n breathed out a sigh of relief and leaned against the doorway for a second to catch her breath. "I thought she'd been taken!"

"Well, she just gets more Natty time, don't you little one?" Talia cooed in response, her tiny fists smushing a blackberry on her tray. "Oh you're a messy girl."

"Here Mama, I can clean her."

"Ah ah! I know what I'm doing." Wanda was sat on the other side of the counter eating a plate of pancakes, but she burst out laughing as Talia squished another berry and it squirted onto Nat's white shirt.

"Talia! No baby. Don't play with food." Y/n said, grabbing another wipe for Nat, who accepted it gracefully.

"Good morning Maximoff, Romanoff, Mini-Romanoff and.... Mini-Mini Romanoff." Tony made himself known as he entered the kitchen, Pepper not far behind him.

Over the last 5 months, Y/n had become more comfortable with the rest of the team, especially Tony who spoilt her rotten. He was forever ordering random items or adding updates to her room with Natasha, even without being asked.

"Good morning Stark." Y/n acknowledged him with a smile.

"Nice moves Grandma!" Tony teased as Nat danced around, wiggling her hips, causing her to pause. She grabbed Talia's soggy rabbit plushie that she had been chewing and hurled it at his head, which he only just managed to duck to avoid.

Talia giggled at the sight of her bunny flying through the air and everyone froze.

"Was that her first laugh?" Wanda asked, and Y/n grinned.

"My clever girl! Mama loves her clever girl!"Y/n picked her up from her high chair and held her up, peppering her face in kisses. Talia giggled even more, kicking her legs at the funny feeling.

Nat sank down onto a chair next to Wanda and watched her new daughter and granddaughter laughing together. Tony had given the child her bunny back, and was having fun playing peek-a-boo with her as Y/n held her.

"They've both done so well." Wanda commented as she watched the scene unfold.

"I'm so proud of her. I'm going to ask Fury for adoption papers today." Nat smiled as she felt Wanda's eyes on the side of her face.

"Really?" Wanda's voice was laced with excitement. "You're going to make it official?"

Nat nodded. "She will officially be Y/n Romanoff. My Y/n Romanoff."

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Got My Doll Back » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Enhanced!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Summary: Bucky gets his wife back after thinking that she was dead for years.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of past memories & trauma, fighting, crying, kissing, pet names (doll)

A/N: Y/N has the same powers as Wanda.

A/N #2: Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for helping find the first aesthetic picture🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“These 4 people are your mission. Get these 3 out of the way.” Pierce shows you pictures of Captain America, the Falcon, and Black Widow. “And bring the Winter Soldier back to us alive. Understand?” He says, showing you a picture of the Winter Soldier.

“I understand, sir.” You reply.

Alarms at the base you’re at went off, along with a flashing red light in the room. Pierce went to the security system to see four people walking through the hallways of the base separately. Pierce chuckles and smirks before turning to face you.

“This mission may be easier than we thought. Go to the south end of the base and bring the Winter Soldier to the room.” He tells you.

You nodded and headed towards the door. An agent opened it for you. You headed to the south side of the base. Your walk was cut short when you heard a woman’s voice. You turned around to see a woman with red hair and wearing a black mission suit, one of your targets. She rose one of her arms, getting ready to shoot one of her widow bites at you. Your powers glowed red in your right hand, along with your eyes glowing red. She began to walk towards you, but you used your powers to throw her against the wall, making her groan in pain when she landed on the floor. You ran away from her before she could get up and get you.

“Rogers, Barnes, Wilson. There’s a woman wearing all black with a red jacket is going to the south side of the base. She’s enhanced.” Natasha says into her ear piece.

“I’m on it!” Sam replies, running to the south side.

You rounded the corner to see your second target causing you to stop in your tracks, seeing a man standing across from you.

“I’m not about to fight a woman so let’s do this the easy way.” Sam says.

“That’s a shame.” You say, slightly tilting your head.

Your eyes turned red, along with a ball of red appearing in your hand. You threw it at him causing him to fall to the floor. You ran past him to find your other two targets.

“She’s going east now!” Sam says into his ear piece.

“I see her!” Bucky replies.

Bucky shoots at you. You quickly ducked to the floor to avoid the bullet. You chuckled and stood up with your back facing him.

“Got outsmarted by a woman, didn’t you, Soldat?” You say.

Bucky froze and his eyes went wide. The voice sounds all too familiar. It sounds like someone he knows. Someone from his past.

Steve rounded the corner and caught up to Bucky. He waved his hand in front of his face to snap him out of his thoughts.

“Bucky!” Steve shook him. “Did she do something to you?” He asks.

“N-No.” Bucky stutters.

Steve looks at you to see you facing away from him and Bucky.

“Turn around.” Steve orders.

Steve got his shield ready as you chuckled and turned around.

“You know, the last man who ordered me around, got thrown off of a building. I’m sure you don’t want that to happen to you, Captain.” You say, slowly turning around.

You looked up to see the two men with surprised looks on their faces. Bucky put his gun in the hostler and Steve lowered his shield.

“Oh my god.” Steve says, completely speechless.

“Y/N?” Bucky says with hopefulness in his voice.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head to the side.

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You say.

Bucky couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife from the 40s was standing a few feet away from him. He slowly approached you which was a mistake on his part cause the next thing he knew was being thrown into the wall. Steve threw his shield at you, but you stopped it with your powers. It fell to the floor in front of you.

“Listen here, Captain and Soldat, but I’m not who you guys think I am.” You say.

Bucky stood up from the ground in time to see your eyes glowing red and a red light glow in your hands, making his eyes to widen.

“I was given a mission and I need to finish it. I’m sure you can relate to that, Soldat.” You say.

Before you could use your powers on them, you felt shocks to the back of your neck causing your body to tense up and lose consciousness. Bucky was quick to catch you before you hit the floor.

“While you two were busy dilly dallying with her, me and Sam got the file.” Natasha says, holding up the file.

Bucky moved your hair from your face to get a closer look at your face causing his breath to hitch in his throat and his eyes to tear up.

“What did they do to you, doll?” Bucky asks, talking more to himself.

Sam and Natasha furrowed their eyebrows in confusion as they looked down at Bucky.

“Doll? Barnes, do you know this woman?” Natasha asks.

“He’ll explain later. We need to get out of here.” Steve says.

Bucky stood up with you in his arms and carried you to the quinjet, holding you like his life depends on it.

A couple hours later, you woke up in a room that you didn’t recognize. You looked around the room, gathering your surroundings. Your eyes landed on a man sleeping in a chair next to the bed you’re in.

“Hello?” You say, raising an eyebrow.

Bucky woke up immediately. A smile grew on his face when he seen that you’re awake.

“Thank god you’re awake.” Bucky says relieved.

He reaches to grab your hand, but you backed away from him. You felt yourself beginning to panic.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He says in a reassuring voice.

You took a moment to yourself to think. You felt yourself starting to become overwhelmed, your breathing became uneven.

“Wh-Where am I?” You asked, looking around the room again.

“My apartment.” He tells you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to calm yourself down. That’s when memories flooded your brain. Visions of a man appeared in your mind. The man looks exactly like the man sitting next to you. You opened your eyes and looked at the man. There was a few different features about this man compared to the man in your vision. He has long hair, stubble, and a metal arm.

“I know you from somewhere, but I don’t know where.” You say.

“Take your time. It’ll come to you.” He says softly.

You took your time and thought. You kept thinking until your head started pounding by more memories flowing back into your mind. You put your hands on the sides of your head and squeezed your eyes shut. You jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your back, but you didn’t move away. When your head stopped pounding, you opened your eyes and looked up at the man with tears in your eyes. It didn’t take long for you to realize that the man next to you is your husband.

“Bucky?” You say in almost a whisper.

“It’s me, doll. It’s your Bucky.” He says with a smile.

Tears spilled from your eyes as you hugs him. Bucky pulled you onto his lap, holding you close to him. His eyes teared up. Bucky never thought he would get the chance to see or hold his wife again.

“I missed you so much.” You cried against his chest.

“I missed you too, doll.” Bucky says, tears rolled down his cheeks.

You sniffled and looked up at your husband, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was told to—” Bucky silenced you with a kiss.

“You didn’t hurt me.” Bucky says, looking into your eyes.

“I-I blasted you with my powers.” You say.

“It wasn’t you, doll.” He says, cupping your cheeks.

You shivered when you felt cool metal against your skin.

“What happened to your left arm?” You asked with concern in your voice while looking at his metal arm.

Bucky didn’t want to upset with the details of how he really lost his left arm so he came up with a different way to tell you what happened.

“I got hurt years ago and when I woke up, I had this.” He explains, showing you his metal arm.

Bucky watched as you carefully touched it, watching as your fingers traced the plates of it.

“I’m sorry for hurting your friends with my powers.” You say, feeling ashamed for your actions.

“They’ll understand that it wasn’t you, doll.” Bucky says.

“I didn’t hurt Steve, did I?” You asked.

“No you didn’t.” He says.

You smiled to yourself, knowing that you didn’t hurt your best friend.

“Is it ok if I see Steve and meet your friends?” You asked.

“Of course.” He smiles.

You got off the bed and followed closely behind Bucky while holding his hand as he led you to the living room where Steve, Sam, and Natasha are.

“Someone would like to see you guys.” Bucky says to them.

You slowly stepped out from behind Bucky and looked at everyone.

“Do you remember me?” Steve asks, trying his best not to overstep.

“How could I forget my best friend?” You say.

Steve smiles as you approached him to give him a hug. You looked at the two people standing next to him.

“I’m sorry for hurting you guys.” You tell them.

“It’s ok. We understand.” Sam says.

“Don’t worry about it.” Natasha says.

All of you talked for a while until you got tired and wanted to go to bed.

“I’m happy that I got my doll back.” Bucky says, making you smile.

You smiled and laid your head on his chest and played with his dog tags.

“I love you, Bucky.” You say sleepily.

“I love you too, doll.” He almost whispers. “Get some rest.” He says.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Of course I will. I’m never leaving you out of my sight again.” He says, leaning down and kissed you passionately.

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Places in Waterdeep

According to this reddit comment, Gale’s tower is most likely in the Dock Ward on the corner of Sea Lion and Sail Street. Assuming Gale and Tav spend most of their time in Waterdeep either at home or at Blackstaff (well, depending on what your tav does for a living! I imagine mine works nearby), here are some possible locations for all your fanfic needs. I’m using this map and the descriptions it gives for the locations. This is not an exhaustive list–just the ones I thought might be the most useful to writers.

- Near Gale’s Tower (Dock Ward) -

Taverns and Inns:

The Quaffing Quaggoth

Tavern. A favorite among sailors, merchants, and young nobles, this dwarven owned and operated establishment is known for its own specialty brew – the Quaggoth, a thick house-brewed stout mixed with a shot of a house secret liquor.

The Sailors' Own

Tavern. The place is low-beamed and crowded, with weary sailors slumped on benches playing at board games, cards, or merely getting thoroughly drunk. This place is just what its name implies. It belongs to the sailors, and they don't really want anyone else here. The proprietor is Guthlakh 'Hands' Imyiir. (so, maybe not likely for them to frequent this one, but who knows!)

The Pickled Fisherman

Tavern

The Soaring Pegasus

Tavern

Bard inn

A cozy inn owned by a family of past adventurers, it appears to have been fixed up recently. Most of its visitors are sailors, but it has been known to house meetings between gangs in order to keep the peace. In the basement is a hidden underground fighting ring.

The Angry Coxswain

The tavern contains a one-way portal connecting with a prison cell in the slave market in the Mulhorandi city of Skuld.

The Yawning Portal

Inn. Built in 1306 DR on the ruins of Halaster Blackcloak's old tower, the Yawning Portal gained most of its renown for being the primary open route to the Undermountain. The Portal's innkeeper, Durnan, is a former adventurer of great power and renown.

The Gray Griffon

Tavern

Darth's Dolphyntyde

Tavern

Selune's Smile

Tavern

Azuth's Mug

Tavern

The Rearing Hippocampus

Inn. Probably the classiest inn in Dock Ward. Favored by many caravan masters and merchants who want a good, secure place to sleep, and regular visitors to the city who have business near the harbor.

The Splintered Stair

Inn. The entry hall of this room rises up three floors, overlooked by interior balconies linked by elegantly spiraling stairs.

The Blackstar Inn

This dignified, even haughty inn is like a fortress on the outside, with barred windows, stone walls, and a slate roof. Its lobby has two armed guards, and the four hostlers in the locked stables are also armed. Fees are high, but in return, guests get almost soundproof rooms. Each room has a hip-bath, a double bed, water and wine provided for drinking and various pamphlets and chapbooks provided for light reading. Each room also has its own fireplace, albeit with a miserly supply of firewood, and the patrons tend to keep to themselves. A good place to get a long soundsleep. Asiyra Boldwinter is the proprietress of this inn. Her manner is one of uppercrust, noble dignity.

The Empty Keg

The Empty Keg is a rowdy beer-hall. Later at night, it sees visits from workers from Mother Salinka's next door to reinvigorate business there.

The Red-Eyed Owl

This is the closest thing Waterdeep has to a comfortable, unimpressive, welcoming gathering place for the neighborhood. It is the kind of place where friends will come in and hail each other across the room. The food and drink are pleasant, if unspectacular, and you'll be allowed to sit in peace. It is a rambling old wooden building that looks as if it's about to fall into the street. Balarg 'Twofists' Dathen, a man with long, red hair, owns and runs the tavern.

The Sleepy Sylph

Tavern. Locals in the neighborhood come here for a single drink, to enjoy the music and to watch the waitresses (wearing diaphanous robe), and then go to the Owl, just steps away to eat and drink at about a third the price. The owner is Callanter Rollingshoulder, a tall man dressed in dark silken robes with a magnificent mustache.

The Bloody Fist

Tavern. Bullies and angry people come here to pick fights, and a room upstairs is retained for a succession of novice priests of Tempus who dress broken bones and perform minor healing magics in return for donations to the war god. Members of the Bull Elk Tribe can usually be found drinking here. Proprietor: Uglukh Vorl, a half-orc.

The Sleeping Snake

Tavern. This rowdy place is roughly furnished in hastily mended furniture. Members of the Black Boar Tribe can usually be found drinking here.

Festhalls and Entertainment:

From the Forgotten Realms wiki: “A festhall was an establishment combining the services of brothels, casinos, and private clubs. Festhalls provided a variety of adult-themed leisure activities and entertainment, including sex work, gambling, day spas, dining, exotic dancing, companionship, role-play, and other specialized interests.”

The Mermaid's Arms

Festhall. Elegant dining lounges, in which one dines or just drinks with an attractive host or hostess (or alone). Increasingly, the Arms is being used by single gentlefolk for a night of love. In other words, patrons are going there to meet each other, not to hire a host or hostess for the night. The Arms is large, well-lit, always busy, and can be quite expensive.

The Hanging Lantern

Festhall. The Lantern, an escort service known for the stunning beauty of its workers, and for the skill of its matchmakers, is famous up and down the Sword Coast.

Blushing Nymph

Festhall. The long stair links the oubliette of the Blushing Nymph festhall with Undermountain's first level.

Mother Salinka's House of Pleasures

This is a dingy low-coin festhall owned by halflings and frequented by those who are there for a 'brief visit', or can't afford or are turned away from the Yawning Portal.

Three Pearls Nightclub

Festhall. Pearls, as it is called, is a popular evening destination for Waterdhavians, offering stand-up comics, trained animal acts, illusionists' recitals, bards, orators, and exotic dancing. It has a low ceiling and is usually hot and smoky. The manager, Xandos Waeverym, is known as 'the Dandy'.

Seven Masks Theater

The theater caters to a lower-class clientele, and ship captains and sailors are admitted for free. The owner of the theater is a burly and jovial Shou man with a braided goatee named Rongquan Mystere.

The Purple Palace

Festhall. This is the closest thing Waterdeep has to a Calishite silks-boudoir. Its lavender silk draperies and gauzy hangings are heavily perfumed. Everything is cushions, soft carpets, music, and purple-tinted, spiced wine. Companionship is expensive and very good.

The Smiling Succubus

Festhall. Not exactly the pride of Wharf Street, but one of its most popular destinations.

Businesses and Shopping:

Whistling Blades

Business. Weapons.

The Fishscale Smithy

Adventuring gear

Talnu's Ropeworks

Adventuring gear

The Old Xoblob Shop

This curiosity shop is filled with lots of battle trophies and souvenirs from Undermountain. Worth a look to see the stuffed beholder for which the shop is named. The shopkeeper is a deep gnome.

House of Pride Perfumes

Business. The House of Pride is crammed with a forest of glass bottles of all sizes, shapes, and hues. It is protected by a special enchantment that prevents glass from breaking. The shop is run by two sisters and is guarded by trained hunting dogs.

Khostal Hannass, Fine Nuts

Business. Food.

Felhaur's Fine Fish

Business. Food.

Miscellaneous:

Mirt's Mansion

Villa. Mirt is a friend of Durnan (see The Yawning Portal). Both used magic to extend their lives.

House of Two Hands

Monastery. Order of the Even-Handed.

Harborwatch Tower

City building

The Griffon

The walking statue called the Griffon is shaped like the beast for which it is named. Though it stands on all four legs, its back is fully twenty feet off the ground, making it a mount fit for a storm giant. Although it has shown itself to be capable of flight, with the granite feathers of its wings spreading like a bird's, the Griffon now merely stands in a regal pose near Peaktop Aerie atop Mount Waterdeep, looking to the southeast over the Dock Ward. Newcomers sometimes assume it to be a monument to Waterdeep's Griffon Cavalry, but Waterdavians know better.

Peaktop Aerie

City building

Castle Waterdeep

Thick-walled stronghold that broods over Castle Ward from the flanks of Mount Waterdeep. Pennants and banners are often hung and flown from its battlements to signal the arrival of diplomats or the commencement of ceremonies.

Starry Cradles orphanage

The Starry Cradles orphanage is a Dock Ward orphanage run by Matron Griselda Hoppletun, a halfling care-taker, and funded by the House of the Moon and the Selûnite clergy thereof.

- Near Blackstaff Tower (Castle Ward) -

Taverns and Inns:

Sapphire House

Expensive rooming house on Swords Street. The inn is a five-story building.

Tavern of the Flagon Dragon

Tavern. Three Stories high, stone dragons at the base of the walls are all gouting fire, two dragon helmed guards at the door. Caters more to the less-than-noble class.

The Singing Sword

Tavern. Three floors of busy diners enjoy one of the largest menus in Waterdeep. They are entertained by the high-voiced ballads of the wondrous magical blade for which the tavern is named. Gothmorgan Ilibuld, the proprietor, is a polite host.

Wyrmbones Inn

Inn

The Pampered Traveler

Inn. This inn stands like an exotic castle. There is inside a library filled with books and a reading table with a glass top, under which can be seen a map of the known Realms as far west as the Moonshaes, as far east as Thay, and as far south as the Shaar. All in all, a quietly luxurious place to stay. This is undoubtedly the wealthy scholar's choice of hostel. The inn is run by Brathan Zilmer, guildmaster of the Fellowship of Innkeepers.

Dauntlyn's Doors

Luxury Inn

The Elfstone Tavern

Tavern. This old, dimly lit tavern caters to elves. By night, dancing lights spells bathe the place in soft, floating, blue motes of light. Gentle harp, pipe, flute, and choral music is performed and service is fast and graceful. Dwarves and half-orcs will be driven away; humans and halflings are tolerated in small parties; half-elves are just accepted. Yaereene Ilbaereth is the tavern's proprietress.

The Blue Jack

Tavern. The tavern specializes in low prices and fast service, and it's a success. Immithar the Glove, the tavern's proprietor, is quick with a joke or to mimic the speech of other.

The Jade Jug

Inn. Waterdeep's plushest inn. Guests are attended by a personal servant for the duration of their stay and their every need is attended to. The charming, beautiful, one-armed hostess is Amaratha Ruendarr. She notices every detail.

The Dragon's Head Tavern

Tavern. This modest place is aimed at those who like to sit quietly and chat over their drinks. The proprietor is Vorn Laskadarr.

The Asp's Strike

Tavern

Festhalls and Entertainment:

Jhural's Dance

Festhall

Silavene's

Festhall

The Smiling Siren

Festhall. Nightclub & Theater. Home to a company of popular local actors who can perform everything from rowdy comedy to high tragedy. Nobles often hire the place for an evening for exclusive performances. The Siren is also home to traveling troupes of vaudeville jugglers, comedians, and nearly nude dancers or burlesque dancers. Before and between performances, the place is used for drinking and dancing to live music, sometimes with show dancers on the stage. The mage Perendel Wintamer runs this nightclub.

Lightsinger Theater

Business. Entertainers.

Mother Tathlorn's House of Pleasure

Festhall. Entertainers. The most famous house of pleasure in Waterdeep is a large, five-floored building with two additional levels of dungeons below ground. Mother Tathlorn's has on staff several priests of Sune. The most popular service performed at Mother Tathlorn's is massage and bathing, but all of this luxury and pleasure doesn't come cheaply.

Businesses and Shopping:

The Market

Open marketplace. Largest open space in the city surrounded by stone buildings that enclose the maze of temporary stalls and carts that appear here day and night.

Blackwell's Fine Books and Good Tomes

Blackwell's Fine Books and Good Tomes is a posh retail shop, located in the shadow of the God Catcher statue. Owned and operated by the Blackwell family, Blackwell's Fine Books and Good Tomes specializes in rare and antique manuscripts. The shop is especially known, among the noble set, for its restoration, document preservation, as well as transcription services. Mr Blackwell's son, Aldous, has been known to keep an eye on any ancient texts which spend time in the family's shoppe.

The Bookstore occupies the bottom of a three story building. The upper two stories are the Blackwell's lavish townhome apartment.

Paethier's Pipeweed

Business

Eilean's Maztican Delights

Business

Sharkroar - Harth Shalark's Broadsheets

Business

Sorynth's Silverware

Business

The Curious Past

Business is run by Bronwyn Caradoon, dealing in exotic items while also being a front for Harper Activity.

Diloontier's Apothecary

Assassins. Drugs. Poisons. Potions. Now renamed to 'Diloontier's & Sons Apothecary'.

This upscale store catered to the elite of Waterdhavian society. Those who had the right credentials and money for it could quietly purchase poisons and more nefarious potions from the proprietor.

Balthorr's Rare & Wondrous Treasures

Business. Magic items. Balthorr 'the Bold' Olaskos will fence stolen items for 40% market value.

Old Knot Shop

Adventuring gear

Rebeleigh's Elegant Headwear

Business. Clothing.

Halls of Hilmer, Master Armorer

Armor. Hilmer, a tall, strong, and soft-spoken man, with shoulders as wide as most doors, only makes plate, but he's known as the best, or among the best, in all the Sword Coast lands. He's a master craftsman.

Halambar Lutes & Harps

Business. Entertainers. This shop sells all sorts of stringed musical instruments. Kriios Halambar, guildmaster of the Council of Musicians, Instrument-Makers, and Choristers owns and runs this shop.

The Golden Key Locksmiths

Business. The proprietor, Ansilver, makes custom locks to order, and guarantees that he's never sold a key that will open the lock you buy from him to anyone else.

Phalantar's Philtres & Components

Business. Drugs. Poisons. Potions. Here you can buy medicines, herbs, and rare substances used in the making of perfumes, scented oils, poisons, and as material components in the casting of spells. Phalantar Orivan will fence stolen goods for 40% market value. He is said to be fabulously rich.

Olmhazan's Jewels

Business. All the gems one can think of, except very rare or magical sorts. Jhauntar Olmhazan, Gentleman Speaker for the Jewelers' Guild, owns and runs this shop.

Temples:

Font of Knowledge

Temple of Oghma. Largest public library in the city.

Halls of Justice

Temple of Tyr. Holy Order of the Knights of Samular.

Spires of the Morning

Temple of Lathander. Order of the Aster.

Temple of the Seldarine

Temple of all elven deities.

Miscellaneous:

Melody Mount Walk

A magically lit tunnel that runs west up to the cliffs on which the New Olamn barding college is situated. The tunnel contains a little-known portal between Waterdeep and the keep in Rassalantar. The tunnel continuously resounds with music due to an ongoing concert known as the Neverending String of Pearls that is performed by bardic students from New Olamn in a small alcove in the tunnel.

Syndra Wands' Tower

Wizard's domicile.

The Lady Dreaming

One of the eight enormous statues called the Walking Statues of Waterdeep, scattered throughout Waterdeep to defend the city in times of great peril. This statue has the appearance of a titanic sculpture of a noble lady asleep in her garden.

The Great Drunkard

One of the eight enormous statues called the Walking Statues of Waterdeep, scattered throughout Waterdeep to defend the city in times of great peril. The unconscious pose of the statue and the tavern in its lap made the name of the Great Drunkard a natural fit.

Duir's Alley

This busy, winding passage is often the scene of spell demonstrations and practice, as patrons or staff spill out of the rear of the Elfstone Tavern and unleash magic down the alley.

Cat Alley

Recently, a masked, rapier-wielding, quietly chuckling assailant has made this a dangerous place for women after dark.

The God Catcher

One of the eight enormous statues called the Walking Statues of Waterdeep, scattered throughout Waterdeep to defend the city in times of great peril. This is perhaps the most famous walking statue in the city, thanks to its dramatic pose : a well-muscled but impassive male human with a sphere of stone floating above its right hand raised skyward.

Piergeiron's Palace

White marble Palace and main office location for many city officials, the majority of which are dedicated to the administration of city services, such as the Watch, the Guard, city clerks, and the Loyal Order of Street Laborers. The ruler of the city - the Open Lord of Waterdeep - resides and works here.

Tower of the Order

Guildhall. Magic items. Scrolls. Watchful Order of Magists & Protectors.

House of the Fine Carvers

Guildhall. Guild of Fine Carvers.

The Map House

Guildhall. Surveyors', Map & Chart-makers' Guild.

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