#and I wanna do some more of my wire-dolls

[suis0u]

I'm still here just not really active because I don't have a lot of time currently and with being just tired and exhausted after work... my art WIPs etc have to kinda take a backseat at the moment, I'm sorry.

There are so many things planned this year already and changes happened at my workplace (but in a good way, I'm learning about CGI/Blender :D!). I'm excited for most of them, hopeful that everything will work out and trying to keep my anxiety under control (No overthinking!), but it will also mean that I won't have as much time for my hobbies as I would like to have, but I'll try my best~...

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

I mean I'm not goin back to him I'm not(!!!) but at this point I got no idea why

Literally just screaming into the fucking void

He already broke me to the point where all the shit he's said are my only core beliefs n even if I try to shut down the voice in my head repeatin it all I still believe every damn word

So no matter how long I cut him off for it's always there just the same. But no one else can always be there to make it go away. W/ him I at least go from a total waste of oxygen to the one thing I'll ever be any good for. It's an upgrade I can almost live with.

So what's the point? What do I or anyone gain from me stayin away?

I've been tryin so fucking hard n it's just not getting any easier. I don't know where to put all this fucking self loathing, I can't keep pouring it onto other people. I always need to keep so damn much inside n some of it still spills out n that's already bordering on too much. I don't wanna be a burden. I know everyone is, to some extent, but not like this. Not all the time. Plus they have something to give in return, I only have things no one else wants, just Val's happy to take em if offered.

I still feel the pull all the fucking time. It's like the chain he used to have around my neck but I know he's not doin the pulling, he doesn't care if he has me or not anymore. It's all me now. I'm the one who keeps wanting to go back. The rational part of me is screaming no cause I know he'll just hurt me n find new ways to cut even deeper but. What's left that he hasn't already done?

Maybe this time he'll make the feelings n the noise go away. Maybe this time he'll make it all quiet.

[i-cant-sing]

My mind is just coming up with amazing ideas today. I guess that's what happens when u don't study for a week... (this is all happening my academic burnout sm)

I present to you- Yandere Dad Hawks x bird kid reader.

Look Dad Keigo was gonna be a doting father for any kid, biological or not, but there's just something about his bio kid who also HAS HIS QUIRK😭😭😭 Like he can't stop awing at the sight of his little baby bird having tiny tiny red wings like papa.

The ever loving, forever doting, always spoiling his baby, that's the kind of dad Keigo is. I mean, putting his own childhood trauma aside, he still wants you to have the best childhood ever. There are very few things he says no to (only coming second to Dad Dabi who only says no to things that will actively put you in danger. Want ice cream for breakfast? Okay. Want to go to 7/11 with grandpa Enji? Hell no.). Child reader wants an Endeavour hero figure? Of course, darling! Here, take one from daddy's collection 🥰🥰🥰 Dont wanna eat your peas? Sorry, doll. You're gonna have to finish your plate, even if you try to look adorably menacing by fluffing up your wings.

Oh and your wings😭 You know how Rei has a weird thing for your hair (and she definitely gives you a flea bath after you hang out with hawks)? Yeah that's how Keigo is with your wings- obsessed. He takes care of them, cleans them out and even has you sit for hours if that's how long it takes him to groom them. "Its no use swatting me, baby. I'm still not letting you move an inch until I'm done. So, just sit back and relax.🥰" keigo would say as he hands his phone to watch some shows.

I headcanon that Keigo's kid will be sassy and quick as him. The two can bicker for hours, and no ones really sure whether you're just that good at arguments or if Keigo just let's you win because he loves you so much.

I can also see Keigo and reader bonding over their mutual love for pro hero Endeavour (but in very different ways💀)

Dad Keigo adores spending time with you, especially now that you're put in a safehouse with only a handful people he let's you meet. A major part of his life is feeding you. Maybe it's the bird brain, maybe it's his childhood trauma, but Keigo has to cook meals for you and he has to watch you eat them. He's not sure, but it makes him be at peace knowing that you sleep with a tummy full and a warm bed.

I think as far as flying goes, Keigo tells you to only to do it under his supervision. You know how sometimes you forget how ti breathe and then making a concious effort to breathe makes it difficult to do so? That's what Keigo thinks happens. He thinks that if you fly alone, you might suddenly forget how flap your wings or maybe you get tired and then you're just crashing down to the ground. Unfortunately for his weak heart, you don't listen to him and fly as high as you can.

Would Keigo let you go to school? Initially, yes. But it only takes one incident, something even as harmless as a stupid prank call threatening his child (Dabi did the call), and that's enough for him to go hay wire and pull you out of school and move to a new safehouse, cut off from anyone and everyone. When he has to leave, he'd either drop you off at Enji's, OR have someone from the Hero Comminsion come and babysit you.

You can pout and cry and scream at him all you want, he's not changing his mind. You're his baby, his only light, only will to live, he can't risk your life.

His life would only become more complicated if either of you get a love interest. For you, the choices are: Katsuki, Tokoyami, Izuku. For him, the choices are: Dabi, your baby mama, Miruko.

[cottondo]

Fizzarolli x fem!reader | BLACK LACE

chapter two ; ringtone

reminder; ur a simp (;

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"Honey, it's a stretch. It takes a long time to get there, and of course, practice. Lots and lots of practice!"

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You kick your feet softly off the edge of the stage. Your half eaten lunch sitting beside you, you'd been on a short break in the most comfortable place in the amusement park. Well, not really psychically comfortable, but at least you were alone.

"Are you loved, Y/N?"

Aside from the animatronics behind you.

You turn to see RoboFizz, his head craning to the side to stare at you. "I can only hope." You tease, taking a bite of the food you bought from one of the vendors outside.

"My show is in a couple hours. When the hell a-A-R-are you going to do my check up?" He asks.

You finish up the last bite of your food, and brush off the tops of your pants. As you stand, you kick the wrapper of your food to the floor below. You had to sweep before the show started anyway, so it didn't matter.

"Right now." You mumble, turning to grab the work box filled with equipment needed to tune up his voice box, and fix some of the wires that sparked in his neck. "Sit."

He turns his head slightly, a creeping smirk crawling up his face. "O-O-o-oh~ with pleasure, your highness." Fizz sits on the stage, and you kneel beside him with the small box in hands. Taking out the pliers, you situate his neck to lean to the side where you can get a good view of the wires bothering him.

"Anything hurt?" You ask. It seemed like a stupid question, but to him you guessed it made sense.

"What kind of a question is that?" He asks, eyes narrowed. Guess you were wrong about that one too.

You roll your eyes at him. "You know what I mean."

"No." He huffs. "I've got a stiff neck."

You shrug, and push his head down to view the area a bit better. "Damn. You're all sorts of fucked up." You mutter. It was just the truth, you meant well.

Honestly, you were a bit giddy to be even working on him, period. Your hands grazed his neck and back gently, running a finger over the corrupted wires that lead to the sparking. It was probably from overuse, and the fact that he was so old.

Loo Loo Land has been around for quite a bit now, and you'd embarrassingly admit that you've been a fan since you were a kid. Growing into your teenage years was when you really found out about Fizzarolli, and you wanted nothing more but to accompany him and his acts.

"A-A-a-w. So thoughtful." He says. You smirk at his tease, and pull on one of the wires. You had the soldering gun beside you, as well as the pliers in hand. You carefully pull on the wire in mind, and hold up the gun with your other hand.

"Don't move. This is gonna be a bit tricky." Your voice travels quietly. Fizz merely sits still, obliging your orders. Thankfully.

As you solder the two splitting wire ends together, Fizz jolts a little, causing you to burn your finger in the process of pulling away from him. "Shit!" you hiss out, shaking out your hand from the stinging.

"I told you not to move!" Brows scrunched, you listen to the way he starts laughing under his breath. "That's not funny."

"Only a L-I-I-T—little bit." He turns over his shoulder at you. With narrowed eyes, you pout a lip, looking down at your finger. It was bleeding just a bit, but obviously nothing that could stop you from working.

"Wanna try ag—a-g-a-again?" He asks.

"I thought you wanted me to try and fix you?" You frown, crossing your arms over the exposure of your waist. He tilts his head, almost innocently, and raises his hands. "I do, it was a glitch. Sorry doll face."

Your frown softened, and the fuzziness of his nickname carried into your stomach. Something about hearing his voice call you that made your knees feel weaker than rubber. You step closer and nod. "It's fine."

His smirk creeps back up again, and Fizz turns his back to you so that you can fix the remaining wires. You pick up the soldering gun again, and near his other wiring patches. "Ready?" You ask him.

"Just get this o-O-O-over with." Fizz rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Thought I'd be courteous." You say, dully.

With delicate hands, and a burning finger, you clasp the two other wires together, and hold up the gun. It heats them, melting together the wiring and plastic, until it combines as one again. You pull the gun away and smile softly, seeing the job was done. For those parts. There was still a ton left to do.

Fizz's neck tilts side to side, as if he were rolling it to release some tension. You raise a brow curiously. "How's it feel?"

You feel something nearing your ankle, and when you look down, you see a stretched, ribbed arm.

Suddenly, his hand wraps around your ankle and yanks you forward. With one swift movement before you could fall, Fizz stands, and reaches his arms out to catch you. "Fizz, what the f—"

He spins you once, as if dancing, and your head feels light. He brings you back into him, and holds you tightly in his arms.

"Much better~"

You flush up at him and try to loosen his arms' grip on you. It wasn't budging, and if you were being honest, you kind of liked it that way.

"Oh, good." Your smile is nervous, and he notices. His face grows closer to yours, smile intensifying. Your heart was pounding out of the ribs in your chest. If you were still alive, you'd most definitely be dead.

You wanted to inch closer to him, if that was even possible. Fizz wraps his arms tighter around your waist, squashing the ability for you to breathe.

—As if you really cared.

His mouth moves down an inch from yours, and green eyes glow bright onto your face as they flick from your lips, up to your eyes. "Thanks, sweetheart."

"Mhm," you hum through a closed lip smile.

And just as you tilt your head closer to his, Fizz drops you, and your figure stumbles to the floor of the stage.

What a dick.

He laughs mechanically, turning away and clutching his waist. The sounds of his bells were practically mocking your shame.

With narrowed eyes, and a quick movement, your foot bucks out and kicks his leg from behind. It would probably cause a problem for you to have to fix in the future, but right now, you didn't care.

Fizz turns to you with a few sounding glitches. "O-o-oooh~ someone's salty!"

"Fuck you." You hiss out. With a quick turn to your knees, you get up and brush yourself off from the dust of the floor. Fizz smirks, leaning forward with crossed arms. "You wish~"

"Wooow," you drawl out, "you're such an asshole."

Maybe it hurt deep down a little, that he didn't really seem all that interested in you. After all, he was just a robot, but programmed or not though, he was the closest thing you had to the real one.

"I thought you liked assholes?" He smirks down at you. You eye him a little before bending over to pick up the tool box. "Yeah, the ones that at least pretend to like me back." You tease.

"Pretending is just acting. The real Fizzarolli would be good at that." He cracks up in more laughter, and you pout over at him.

"Whatever." You trail off the stage, tool box in hands. Vibrating in your back pocket, you hear your phones ringtone playing. You pull your phone out and see that it's a random number calling you.

To answer it or not to? Hell was known for scam callers, but something told you to pick it up anyway. Giving in, you answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this . . y/n?"

Your eyes widen at the sound of the voice on the other line. It sounded oddly . . familiar.

"Yeaaah? Who's this?"

  A sigh stirs up on the phone, and you pause, eyes glancing around the room briefly until they answer. "This is Fizzarolli calling from Ozzie's. It's about your application." He sounded like . . he didn't want to be talking to you.

Your heart drops, and suddenly, you're nauseous with a hot flash. Fizzarolli was on the phone. You are talking to Fizz! The real fizz! On the phone!

"Oh!" You wave a hand in front of your face and stumble over to the bleachers to set the tool box down. "Yeah?" A few clanks and clutters are heard from your end of the phone, and you were sure that he was cringing at the sounds.

"Yeah! So, listen. We don't have much of a choice, but Ozzie actually just got injured during his last show, and I need someone for a quick gig tonight. My ass is riding on this one, and I can't cancel the show." He grunted into the phone. You hang on to every word like it was his last. "It's a little short notice, but you were our last resort, so—"

There was no hesitation. Overly excited, eyes wide, you make a fist and nod your head if he could see you. It was a good thing he couldn't. "—Yes!"

His suppressed chortle made your face flush with embarrassment. "I-I mean, yeah, tonight can work. What time?" You twirl a lock of hair around your finger before looking up and catching the head tilt of his robotic replica on the stage watching you.

"Get here around seven so we can go over everything. The show starts at nine. Got it?"

"Yup." You smile harder. Walking around in small circles as you talked was helping the anxiety breaking through your voice. "Should I bring anything?"

"We can find something for you to wear later on. Just bring yourself."

"Sounds good!" It was getting harder for you to contain your excitement. "I'll see you then." Your lip curls into a soft smirk.

"Thanks allot. See ya."

You made sure the call ended before letting out a lots squeal. RoboFizz cringes as you flail yourself around. It was amazing! There was no way that this night could have gotten any better- - you'd be working with the REAL Fizzarolli! Not some old, glitched out animatronic.

"What the hell is your problem?" He asks, eyes narrowed.

You grin, tossing the rest of your things to the side. "That was Fizzarolli! He asked me to work a gig with him tonight!" You couldn't even believe those words came out of your mouth. How was that even possible?!

"What?" His eyes widen down at you. With a soft giggle, you skip over to the exit of the circus tent. You'd have to get home early if you wanted to look good. "I told you that I'd make it! I fucking knew it!"

Just wait until your mother hears about this. You wouldn't be just a loo loo land worker anymore. Even if it was just one gig- - you were destined to show off what skills you had, and make it worth their while. You know that you were going to impress Fizz tonight. You just had to.

"Wait, he actually called you?" He asks. You laugh, grinning hard. "Is it really that hard to believe?" You smile from the doorway at him. The uncertainty was there, and robotic or not, his face showed it.

"You're lying." He states, face anything but amused.

You wave, and dip out of the doorway, making your way out into the park. This was really happening.

[katybaby00]

Sweet fairy part:02

König x fairy!reader A/N: i’ve been working this weekend and have done nothing but think about some fics i wanna write and who i wanna write for. i hope you enjoy✨ credits: @cafekitsune for their wonderful dividers. please go check them out. warnings: mild violence, blood, angst...

Before I can make out who is intruding on my meadow I'm shot down in a net, the wire and rope stinging my skin as it makes contact. König is watching as I fly up to check our surroundings, noticing the shift in in the air. He hears branches snap and the sound of the net being launched in my direction and he takes off after the unknown people lurking at the edge of the meadow. The soldier in him going into overdrive at a potential threat.

König is sprinting to the edge of the meadow and as he gets closer he can hear a man shouting orders at his team members to "Gather the fairy! We'll be getting paid tonight boys!" Fairy bodies, hair, everything on a fairy is valuable, and to the highest bidder? Nothing is off the table. A live fairy? worth millions. König knows this and it tears an angry and primal growl from his chest as he reaches the men.

He unleashes on the group of men. König comes into view of the men and twirls the knife expertly in his hands. "Tell me who is paying you, maybe I will let you live." His accent heavy and chest heaving. He takes a small step towards them and they all reach for their weapons, but König is faster. He takes 2 of the men down with knives, slicing ones jugular and twisting his neck like an owl. He grabs the other of the two and slams him on the ground, slicing his femoral artery. Leaving him screaming and slowly loosing consciousness.

Furious that they could harm something so delicate and beautiful when all you do is take care of things. His blood pumps and boils as he plunges his knife into the leader of the groups ribcage and twists, his body falls to the ground like a rag doll. The other man can only watch, as König turns to him his body radiates anger. "Now, abschaum, who has paid you to capture my fairy?"

What I wasn't prepared for was the shear weight of the rope and wire against my tiny body. I feel as thought I weigh a thousand pounds at 4 inches tall. I struggle against the net as it singes and burns my skin every time I do. I try to move once more to try and free myself, no use. I am laying on my side trying not to move, everything hurts.

König is panting heavily as he slices the mans throat after he gives him the information he asked for. He is instantly pulled from his almost blackout rage, "Y/n." he whispers and turns away from the bodies and looks for you in the meadow. "Y/n!" He yells. No response. "Nein bitte, Y/n!?" König shouts.

I hear König ever so faintly, the buzzing of the electricity in the wires and the burning of my own skin drowning his calls for me out. "König!" I manage to scream. "I'm here! Please!" I use all the strength I can and shout for him, hoping he hears me. König runs over to where he hears me, close to where he had been sitting before. He bends down to me and as he cups his hands around my entangled body he's shocked from the wires. He winces softly and cuts them free from my body. "Oh meine süße Fee, are you alright?" He gently rests his thumb on my back and sits me up as thoughtfully as he can, not wanting to risk injuring you further.

His eyes scan my small form and they land on my wings, his face etched with concern. "Your wings..." König helps me to sit up further and inspect my wings. I look over my shoulder at the almost translucent and burned wings, or what's left of them, from the electric wires. I look down at his palm and shut my eyes tight, a tear rolling down my face and onto his palm. "A fairy is nothing without their wings." I say softly, remembering the words of the fae king. If you are to ever loose your wings, don't come back.

König looks down at me softly. "Oh Schatz, please do not cry." He gently lifts my chin with his finger. "You are still meine süße Fee, Ja?" He looks at me through his sniper hood and tilts his head awaiting my answer. "Yes, but a fairies power is held in their wings, I have no wings." I cry softly as I look up at him. I hold onto his finger and sob softly. I feel like a huge hole has been pierced through my chest.

I lean against his finger and hug it tight and cry. König sits by the tree he had earlier and gets comfortable, letting me go through the emotions of loosing my wings. His chest puffs ever so slightly, his protective instincts kicking in. "What if... I kept you?" König says this hesitantly knowing fairies are very wary of humans, especially being asked to be kept by one. I slowly look up at him, my body going slightly rigid and heart rate increasing. He notices this and continues. "Not like a pet or a prize to show off, to help you, take care of you, things of that nature." he says softly. I relax as he explains himself, a relief washes over me and I slump against his finger contentedly.

I smile and nod up at him. "Yes König. I would appreciate that very much." The corners of his eyes wrinkle underneath his sniper hood and he stands from his spot up against the tree and slowly heads back to the KorTac base. Fairy in hand, and a newfound protectiveness blooming in his chest.

[0perfectimperfections0]

Hi I just wanted to ask if you could do a part 2 on that one short story when lou had a shock collar? I found that one really interesting I really wanna read more of it ^^

I'm actually really invested in it, too, now XD

This is gonna be another long one, so I'll put a 'read more' break right about here.

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"He's waking up!"

"Just stay calm. We don't wanna get 'im worked up."

"His hands are still sparking…"

"Just let him breathe and calm down. He's under a lot of stress."

Face pinched. Mouth twisting into a frown. Blue eyes blinked open a few seconds later and he was met with the sight of all the dolls crowded around him. They looked worried for some reason—

Lou sat up quickly, pupils contracting in fear as he looked at his hands. Hands rested on his shoulders tightly as Mandy shouted out a few syllables to get his attention. "Woah, lay back down, alright?"

"Th-The collar—robots—wh-what happened—"

Blue sparks became more erratic around his hands. Whatever this was must have been tied to his emotions. “Breathe, breathe.” Mandy took him by the wrists, keeping a safe distance from his hands. “You have to calm down, okay? Everything is fine. We’re in my house. We didn’t want to carry you all the way to Ox’s.” 

The doll in front of her trembled, sparks not ceasing. The wind outside slammed against the windows and door as his breathing picked up speed. Wage pulled back the edge of the blinds to see storm clouds rolling in quickly. “Someone better calm ‘im down or knock ‘im out, 'cause he’s bringin’ in a storm.” 

“Lou, hey, look at me,” Mandy lifted his face. His pupils were contracted again. “Lou, you’ve gotta breathe.” 

“I-I-I can’t.”

Ox hopped up onto the sofa and sat behind Lou. “Wage, keep the blinds closed an’ make sure the door’s locked.” He wrapped both arms around the small frame in front of him, head pressed against Lou’s shoulder. “We’ll just ride it out, Bud, okay? It’s a panic attack.”

Electricity danced along Lou’s fingers and slowly traveled up his bare arms. Mandy quickly pulled the short sleeves of the t-shirt up to Lou’s shoulder so the sparks wouldn’t reach the fabric and start a fire. She paused on the right sleeve when a mark became visible. The number 3 in black ink. 

“What–” Moxy started before Ox cut her off.

“Let’s focus on one thing at a time.” He spoke shortly, eyeing the insignia. Lou was beginning to shake even worse and the house trembled on its foundation. The whole Institute was shaking. 

LuckyBat’s eyes lit with an idea and he disappeared upstairs toward Mandy’s room. She barely had time to ask him where he was going before he was gone. A few minutes passed of them trying to calm Lou down before the bat appeared again with a pair of black rubber gloves. Mandy forgot she had those when she took up gardening. “Here, rubber is an insulator for electricity. This should keep it from getting stronger.” She wasted no time in carefully sliding them onto his hands. They fit snugly, tightening around his wrists. The electrical sparks along his arms gradually faded and Lou watched them disappear beneath the black material. His breathing finally slowed down and the shaking ebbed away. 

The wind from outside grew silent and the shaking in the Institute stopped. 

The dolls looked around the house, listening to the wind ceased. 

“Good,” Mandy finally let herself breathe. “Good…th-that was good, Lou. Everything is okay now, see?” She took him by the hands, lacing their fingers together. “We fixed it.”

Blue eyes looked up at her with a mix of every emotion aside from rejoicing. They still glowed a bit. This close and in the dim lighting of the room, they could see the faintest outlines of a weird design in his cornea. Like streams of wires and tiny dots of brighter lights glowing behind his eyes. “Fixed?”

The misunderstanding wasn’t hitting home yet. “Yeah. It’s fixed now. Just keep the gloves on and–”

“Fixed,” Lou repeated with more conviction. “As in ‘was broken’.” 

Mandy finally caught on and she stumbled over her next words. “W-Well I—”

“I’m going to the recycle.” Lou pushed her away and stood on shaking legs. Ox fumbled forward and hurried to be there in case the doll fell. 

“Lou, sit down,” Ox ordered. 

“I’m not under your control anymore, Sir.” The word was spoken with so much venom. “I’m going to the recycle.”

Ox fisted his paws and stepped in front of Lou as he reached for the doorknob. “Lou, sit back down or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Lou hissed. His eyes glowed brighter and Ox couldn’t help the fact that he took a step back. Blue streams of light traveled like veins under Lou’s felt above the glove. Lou noticed. "This," he hissed, holding up a gloved hand, "is just more reason for me to be destroyed. Now I'm even more of a freak than I was before." 

Ox had to choose his words carefully. "Sit down and let's talk about this." 

“I’m sick and tired of being told what to do and when to do it!” Lou leaned down closer to Ox’s face, hands fisting at his sides. “For once—can everyone just let me do what I want! I want to go to the recycle and I want this to be over.” 

“I can’t let you do that,” Ox felt his own frustration piling up. “You know I can’t. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Another shock made Lou cry out, desperately trying to squirm out of the human hand that held him tightly. Russian blue eyes stared down at him placidly. “I told you not to break those rules, Louis. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

The bunny watched those pupils constrict again and the wind outside whistled. Lou’s chest moved in and out a bit faster. “You’re just like him. All of you.” Blue eyes skimmed across the room to the other dolls. “You’re just like my Creator. Keeping me alive just to see me suffer–”

A hand grabbed his wrist quickly and Lou was no sooner on his knees staring into Ox’s eye. “I’m keepin’ you alive ‘cause I love ya. I don’t care if ya listen to a word I say or not. I ain’t gonna punish you for it. But gosh darn it, Lou, I ain’t lettin’ ya kill yourself ‘cause I love ya too much t’ let ya go!” Ox kept Lou in front of him even as the blond tried to pull away. “You ain’t broken,” he spoke softer, catching Lou’s full attention. “This,” he held up the wrist he was holding, “this is what your Creator was scared of. I don’t understand it, but I know for a fact you ain’t his puppet anymore. You ain’t his pet. Now…instead of runnin’ from it, why don’t you control it and fight back.” 

Lou’s eyes widened when Ox ripped the glove off of his hand and laced their fingers together. Ox bit down on his tongue as the electricity nipped and bit on his felt. It stung and sent the fuzz on him on edge, making it stick up around his paw. Lou tried pulling away. He knew it was hurting the bunny. But Ox didn’t let go. “Ox stop!” Lou screamed, using his other hand to try and pry Ox’s off. The bunny took hold of Lou’s other wrist and held it back. The electricity grew more frantic and Ox tried his best not to breathe through his teeth as the pain increased. 

“Ox, let go,” Mandy warned.

“No. He can do it,” Ox grunted. 

The wind outside grew frantic again and the room dimmed as clouds rolled overhead. “O-Ox, please…I-I don’t wanna hurt you,” Lou begged, eyes screwed shut, trying to concentrate on the electricity to calm it down somehow. 

“Then I guess ya better learn to control it, cause I ain’t lettin’ go.” Lou felt Ox’s paw clench as the voltage grew stronger. More of the fuzz along the bunny’s arm started rising. The lights in the house started to flicker. One of the bulbs in the kitchen light busted and glass shattered across the floor. "Either get a handle on it or let it out," Ox closed his eye tightly, breathing labored. His heart felt tight and skipped too many beats at a time. 

Blue streams of light glowed in vein-like patterns along Lou's arms. He clenched his jaw and roughly pulled down the other hand that Ox was holding up. He ripped the glove off with his teeth and bolts of electricity shot out through his fingers as he screamed. The window next to them imploded from the heat and the dolls ducked their heads as glass flew across the floor. 

The wind still whipped angrily outside, blowing into the house now, but the intense voltage from the hand Ox was holding dissipated. He evened his breathing the best he could before opening his eye. Tears dripped down Lou’s face. “I-I can’t—”

“No, that was good,” Ox finally let go and wrapped his arms around Lou. “That was really good, Bud. Sometimes you gotta let it out instead of bottlin’ it up.” Something wet landed on Ox’s ears. It started raining lightly outside. “It’s okay,” he rubbed up and down Lou’s back, mouth pressed against Lou’s temple. “We’re gonna help you control it.”

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Something as untameable as electricity wasn’t the easiest thing to control. Lou had started off being really adamant about keeping the gloves on, but Mandy managed to get them off and hid them somewhere in her room. The wind had finally died down. The rain stopped. The sun started to peak out again and Wage and Babo were sweeping up the glass shards on the floor. Mandy was a little disappointed that her window was broken, but she tried to hide it as Lou looked awfully guilty about the whole ordeal. 

“Let’s try something simple,” she suggested. Moxy stood up on the sofa to be almost eye-level with Lou. Her hands were stretched out, waiting for Lou to put his hands in hers. Lou took a step back, but Mandy was behind him, hands on his shoulders as she gently eased him forward. “Just put your hands in hers.”

“B-But the shocks—”

“I’ll be fine,” Moxy smiled. “I can take it, honest. Don’t be scared.” Blue sparks were already beginning to dance and swirl around his fingertips. It looked beautiful and dangerous at the same time. 

“We need to figure out what increases your…voltage,” Mandy searched for the proper term. “Once we figure out what triggers it, then we can work to control it.” Lou’s hands were finally laid on top of Moxy’s. He swallowed, eyeing the sparks. “Good. Now, think about…,” her eyes searched the room, “Ox.” The bunny’s ears lifted at his name. 

Lou’s mouth quirked minutely, but the streams of electricity glowed at the mention of his name. Moxy felt just the tiniest sting. “I’d rate that a two, maybe.” Mandy nodded and LuckyBat wrote that down. 

“Alright, how about—”

“Pizza!” Uglydog suggested. 

“Why pizza?” Mandy deadpanned at him. 

“Why not?” Uglydog said defensively. 

Moxy didn’t feel anything. She grinned at the way Lou’s brow rose and he wrinkled his nose at the out-of-pocket suggestion. “Zero. Didn’t feel anything.” That was written down.

“M’kay,” Mandy bit her lip for a second and gave a nod of assurance to Moxy. The pink doll braced herself. Mandy stepped up closer behind Lou, hands on his shoulder blades as she watched his hands. They lit up a bit as she stepped closer. “Think about the Big World—”

“Ow!” Moxy yelped and flinched back from Lou’s hands. He startled at both the intense emotion that had coursed through him and the result of it, causing another bolt of electricity to go haywire and blow out the light fixture in the living room. “Six, that was a six,” she put her fingers to her mouth. 

“Sorry!” Lou backed up, only to remember Mandy was behind him. 

“No, it’s fine. That’s what we were looking for.” Mandy brought her arms around him to hold either of his arms up. The sparks jolted and began to climb up his arms toward her hands. “Any emotion seems to affect it. The stronger you feel, the more intense the voltage is.” 

“Does it depend on if it’s a good or bad emotion?” Ox wrung his paws together, recalling when his name was mentioned. Lou didn’t still feel anger toward him, did he?

“Not sure,” Mandy noted the electricity climbing up toward her. “Am I scaring you right now?”

“No,” Lou rose a brow, watching the sparks as well. 

“Do you feel angry?”

“I…don’t think so.”

“Well, your powers say otherwise. What are you feeling right now?” Mandy experimented by sliding her hands up his arms. The electricity flickered, brightening, and chased after her hands like it was a game. 

“I wouldn’t call them powers,” he mumbled. “I-I don’t know. I’m not mad or scared. I’m definitely not sad. What else is there?”

“Happy?” Moxy suggested. 

“Happy about what?” Lou gave her an incredulous look. The pink doll merely looked back at Mandy pointedly. He set his face to look stoic. “No, I’m not.” Moxy didn’t look convinced. The electricity that glowed along his arms at just the insinuation proved her right, regardless. 

"It's following you, Mands," Wage watched it curiously. 

She hummed and watched the sparks dance up his arms toward her hands. "I've got an idea." She turned Lou around so that he was facing her and put her hands on his shoulders. "New game: keep it from touching me."

"W-What?" Lou's eyes went wide. 

"You heard me. Keep it from touching me. That's your challenge." 

"I don't like this game," Lou stepped back from her. 

"What's the worse that can happen?" Mandy asked as if it wasn't obvious. 

"I don't wanna hurt you," Lou glared. 

Wage snorted. "Says the one that tried to recycle her." 

At that, Lou barely refrained from wincing. However, his new abilities gave way to what he felt. Guilt. The electricity along his hands and arms seemed to die out immediately. The glow in his eyes dimmed back to their normal blue. 

Wage seemed to perk at this improvement. "Well, whatever you felt then seemed to work. That made it go away." Lou turned his head away from her, staring at the ground. 

Mandy’s gaze softened and she took a small step toward him. He replaced the distance again, looking at her through his bangs. His face was serious. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

The conviction behind his words had her pausing for a moment. “I know you don’t.” Wage scoffed. The other dolls, aside from Ox, had to say that they didn’t know if they believed it themselves. “But if we’re gonna control this, we have to be willing to take risks.” She held her hands out toward him. They were stared at. Lou’s face tensed at the thought of causing more damage than he already has. Not to mention all the damage he caused prior to getting these stupid abilities. “I’m not going to tell you what to do, either,” Mandy continued. He met her eyes. 

It was confinement and constraint that even brought him to this point. This breaking point. And while controlling the person who had the abilities sounded like a good plan…it also had the more probable result of making things worse. So, instead of having someone else control him, he’d have to do that himself. 

And it started with giving him the freedom to make a choice. 

“You can let us help you…or you can tell us to back off and we will.” Mandy took a step back herself to give him more space. “It’s up to you and what you want to do.” 

Lou glanced at the door. He could walk away from all of this. At the very least, he could finally get away and go to the recycling like he wanted in the first place. No more powers. No more Creator. No more emotions. No more being this freak of nature. This robot. Maybe he would come back as a normal doll and be able to do normal doll things. 

It sounded so enticing that it almost didn’t feel like a choice anymore. It felt like that’s what his Creator wanted. It felt like the option was so good that it would be the only way for him to get out of this mess. 

It felt like running.

Like being that submissive pet again. 

And what would even happen if he did come back as a normal doll? He would be like the rest of them. Following the rules of the factory. He would still be required to go through the same process of learning how to survive the Big World, finding a kid, and being a proper doll. He would be another oblivious doll that didn’t understand the power the factory had over them. 

Or he could gain control of his power…and take back what the factory stole from him: freedom.  

The dolls watched his eyes slowly illuminate and those sparks reignited on his fingers. He looked at Mandy, replacing the distance between them again and holding his forearms out. “I want help.” 

[sparklyaxolotlstudent]

Well, now that Barkimedes is functional, I wanna continue making Skunkrates, and I have narrowed it to 3 options.

I want to use G1 bodies because they're tall and lanky, to contrast with Barky being a shorty, and the others being more "average" size.

I found these 3 among my baity dolls.

Clawd has the wide nose most of the weres have in G3, plus the ears, that I can round to make them skunk ears. But his head is huge comparatively speaking (Him, Deuce and Jackson look MUCH better in G2/BTS bodies)

Invisi-Billy was in the worst condition, so giving him a new life would be nice. But he has no animal ears (I already sliced off his human ears 😬) I could use Neighthan or Clawd, or since she's WAY more common, put some G1 Clawdeen Ears on his head. No, I don't have apoxie/epoxie whichever is the good one available to me. I could look for baity Enchantimals too, but their ears are super tiny.

Neighthan is PERFECT for transformation into Teez... But his zombie side is a no go. However, I *am* using his body, as the dark grey saves me some painting, and this body in particular I got without a tail, so that means I don't have to make a hole for his skunk tail (Although I might end up doing as a belt)

Speaking of his tail, I was wondering how I could make it, and thanks to Easter, I don't have to think about it much

Most stores have the Easter stuff on clearance, and I got some of these rabbit headbands. They have nice "fur", which I'll be able to paint, the shape is already the right one, and they have wire inside, so it's poseable. Each was 15 pesos, so less than a dollar.

I also found some weird gnomes

Which have the perfect sized ears for the dolls, either to make hats or a wererabbit. The hands I can also use as mittens or socks

So... Opinions on which one makes a better Skunkrates?

[moriihana]

we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || twelve: the both of you are definitely at least a little unhinged

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: because you were incredibly bored, you tag along with dabi during his little outing with the high-end nomu. the two of you have fun and bicker like an old married couple. the usual.

content: fluff

word count: 2659

taglist: @iincandescenttt

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“Hey, doll.” Dabi leaned against your bedroom doorframe, crossing his arms. “Got a moment to talk?”

You snorted, shifting Nugget off your lap. “No, can’t you see I’m totally swamped petting my questionably gay cat?” You joked. “‘course I have a moment. Especially since everyone’s off doin’ their own thing right now.”

He stepped in and shut the door, then strode across the room to sit next to you. “Y’know the Wing Hero, Hawks?”

“The one that looks like a playboy and talks so cockily it makes me want to shove barbed wire into my ears? Yeah, I know him. How come?”

“He approached me. Wants to join the League.”

You scoffed, “The number two hero wants to join the League of Villains, huh? Sounds like a load of bullshit.”

“Oh, it gets better, mouse.” Dabi drawled. “Obviously, I was suspicious—I might be insane, but I’m not stupid—so I found out where he lives and sent some thugs to scope out the place. Wanted to see if I could get any information. Lucky for us, his mother was there.” An unhinged grin spread across his face and pulled at his staples, a manic gleam in his eyes. “With a few threats, we were given everything and more.”

You sat up with a look of glee that rivalled Dabi’s. “Oooh, do tell! I love secrets.”

“Gladly.” Dabi looked down as Nugget climbed into his lap, making biscuits on his thigh. “You too, huh, ya lil stink? Makes sense, you nosy shit.” He chuckled at your scowl, “Just kiddin’, doll. Anyways, here’s the deal…”

You let out a hum once Dabi finished talking. “So, let me get this straight. You’re telling me that this abused little boy, who basically idolised Endeavour, was recruited by the HPSC and trained to be… what, a child soldier? After Endeavour arrested his father? And that’s Hawks? Sheesh, wonder how he’s gonna feel when he finds out what a massive shitlord Endeavour really is…” You snorted and straightened, interlocking your fingers and stretching your arms over your head. “Anyways, you’re telling me this now for a reason, right? We agreed that you didn’t need to tell me all of your little villainous escapades that I don’t accompany you on if it’s not anything super important, so I figure something’s come up now?”

“Bingo.” Dabi smirked. “I decided to humour Hawks—information of the ongoings in the HPSC is valuable to us, and since I already know he’s a double-crosser, it’ll be easy to filter our information well enough. He’s in the… initiation period, so to speak. Y’know Ujiko, the fuckin’ weird doctor guy you and I met? He gave me a new toy to play with—a High-End Nomu. The potential is incredible.” His tone took on an excited edge. “I want to send it up against Endeavour as a test.”

“Okay… and this has to do with Hawks… how, exactly? Not followin’ ya here, pretty boy.”

“I told Hawks I would let loose a Nomu at a warehouse by the coast to test its strength against some random hero. Which was initially the plan! But after seeing Hawks interacting with Endeavour this morning during the broadcast of the Hero Billboard Chart, I had a better idea. Why not have it fight Endeavour?”

You laughed, “I like the sound of that. I wanna watch shit go down, can I come with? Please let me come with, it’s so fucking boring around here I need to do something or I’ll die.”

“I wasn’t tellin’ you all this just to leave ya behind, doll. Of course I’m dragging you along. We should probably head out now, so we have plenty of time—Ujiko said he’d use that gross fuckin’ method to get us around, so we can just have him send us to the warehouse.” Dabi brushed off his pants and stood up.

“The one that makes you throw up to warp away? Eugh, it’s so disgusting. I hate that one!” You whined, but got up nonetheless. 

“Yeah, yeah. But without Kurogiri we’ve got no other option. You ready to go?” Once you confirmed, Dabi reached up to his collar and pressed down on the communicator he had fixed into it. “Ujiko, send Y/N and I to the warehouse.”

You immediately made your displeasure known as soon as the black liquid burst out of your mouth and enveloped your body.

Once the warp had finished and you were both in front of the warehouse where the Nomu was stored, you made exaggerated gagging sounds. “I fuckin’ hate that. Why can’t it be more pleasant…” 

“Sorry, doll.” Dabi shrugged, an amused smirk on his face. “You wanted to come with.”

“He should get a better goddamn way to warp…” you grumbled, rubbing the back of your neck with a scowl.

He gave you a pat on the shoulder, then pulled open the door to the warehouse. Dabi shoved his hands in his pockets, walking in slowly with you right behind. “The ones before didn’t really understand, but I expect more this time, High-End.”

The High-End Nomu was in a hunched over position. Its head turned towards the two of you and pupils appeared in its glowing eyes once Dabi spoke. “W-W-Won’t… l-let… won’t let you down…”

“Oh, it can talk?” You tilted your head, leaning to the side slightly. “Is it a High-End thing? Will it follow directions better?”

“Probably. I sure fuckin’ hope so, at least.” Dabi crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees. “You know your job?”

“F-Find… the stron-gest… and attack…” 

“Go on then.” Dabi grinned lopsidedly. He stood back up and watched as the Nomu took off from the warehouse to find Endeavour. He then looked at you. “Didja bring your phone?”

“Mmhm.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and held it out to him. “Do your thing.”

Dabi hummed and pulled up the news pages for any updates. Once one came through, he tapped on it to watch the live footage of Endeavour fighting the Nomu. “Oh, it’s strong.”

“Looks like it, yeah.” You set your chin on his shoulder as you watched with him. “Bodes well for us, at least. And watching Endeavour get his ass beat is pretty damn satisfying.”

The amusement faded once Endeavour started to actually make a dent in the Nomu. When he used his Prominence Burn move, Dabi swore under his breath. He handed you your phone back, then pressed on the communicator again.

“Ujiko. We need to get closer to Endeavour.”

You groaned a quiet ‘not again,’ but tucked your phone into your back pocket. You glared at Dabi as the black liquid poured out of your mouth and wrapped around your body. Once you were dropped near Endeavour, you lightly shoved him. “Asshole,” you grumbled, pouting.

“You wanted to come.” Dabi simply winked and gave you a lazy smile.

“Startin’ to regret it right about now, pretty boy,” you teased gently. “Let’s go bully an old man, yeah?” You raised an eyebrow when he took your chin in his hand.

“When we get over there, stay by my side, follow my lead. I don’t want you getting hurt, doll. I’m serious. Do you understand?” He only dropped his hand when you gave him a soft ‘yes.’ “Good. C’mon.”

As you made your way out of the alley you were deposited into, Dabi placed his palm on the small of your back. He kept it there until you stopped in front of Endeavour and Hawks, at which point he curled it around your waist.

“Just a minute now,” Dabi drawled. “None of this is how we planned it, but that’s fine.” He gave a menacing smile when the heroes startled. “Well, Endeavour… should I say nice to meet you?”

You grinned and waved from next to him. “We didn’t think you’d be here. You’re really not lookin’ too good there, Number One!” You taunted.

Endeavour’s face contorted in anger as his eyes fixated on Dabi. “It’s you! The one who murdered Snatch!” 

“Sna—? Who?” As Dabi spoke, he tapped your hip twice. You took two steps forward and to the side so he could create a barrier of flames without burning you. “More importantly, let’s chat while we have the chance.”

“Take it easy, I’ll handle them,” Hawks said quickly as Endeavour tried and failed to get up. “I only have my tiny feathers left… but I can at least buy us some time.”

Dabi rolled his eyes and walked forwards. “C’mon, we’re only here to collect the Nomu. There’s no way we could actually win, right? Against the top two dudes, already beat up and bloodied?!” When he finished speaking, a feral grin pulled taut at his staples and he lunged forwards, igniting his forearms. 

You caught sight of something moving in the sky, and immediately reached out towards his back. “Dabi, get back!” You shrieked. 

Dabi extinguished his arms and jumped back beside you just in time to dodge the hero slamming into the ground in front of you. “Thanks, mouse.” 

“Don’t mention it,” you breathed out, relief palpable in your voice. The two of you watched the new arrival carefully, unsure of your next moves.

“I saw the news and came hopping! Endeavour! Hawks! You boys don’t get to have all the fun! And you two—you’re with the League? Your butts’re about to get kicked!” The hero grinned, looking at you. 

Dabi groaned. “Fuckin’ Mirko? Too bad… right when things were heating up, too.” He pressed the communicator. “Ujiko, get us out of here. Bye for now, Mr. Number One Hero. I’m sure we’ll get another chance to talk, but until then…” That feral grin made its way back onto Dabi’s face, this time splitting his skin as he shouted, “Just keep doing your thing and don’t go dying on me, ‘kay, Todoroki Enji?!”

Once you were safely back at the warehouse, you raised your hand to Dabi’s cheek, healing where his skin split. “You got a little too excited there, pretty boy.” Despite your unhappiness with the fact he hurt himself, your scolding was gentle. You shook your head with a fond smile and decided to let him off easy. “Why’d we come back here instead of going home?”

“Sorry, doll.” To his credit, Dabi did sound at least a little apologetic. He then shrugged, leaning against a support beam. “I had Ujiko plop us back here since I figured Hawks would come lookin’ for me after things didn’t go the way I initially said.”

“Ahh, I see. How long d’you think it’ll take the birdbrain to get over here?” You pulled out your phone, waving it. “We could play a game or some shit while we wait.”

“Who fuckin’ knows, so why the hell not. What kinda stupid games you got on here?” Dabi swiped your phone out of your hands, ignoring your brief indignant protest. You grumbled when you realised he wasn’t gonna give it back.

“Asshole…” you huffed, pouting as you rested your chin on his shoulder. “Let’s see… I downloaded that one game where one player holds the phone up to their forehead and has to guess the word as the other players give hints by acting it out—ah, yeah, that one right there! Charades! Toga wanted to play it one night with Twice and I. It wasn’t terrible, if not a little silly. Probably not your style.”

“Definitely not my style, doll,” Dabi snorted. “What else ya got?”

“Hell if I know. Toga’s always the one stealing my phone to download games. I don’t know why you people can’t use your own damn phones.”

“You charge your phone.”

“Well, start charging yours!” You reached around his arm for your phone, whining when Dabi held it out of reach. “Don’t be a brat, it’s not my fault you don’t remember to charge your phone! Gimmie!”

“Sorry, mouse. You’re the one who suggested to play a game,” Dabi drawled, grinning lazily.

“I didn’t think you would just take my phone!” You smacked him lightly on his shoulder, returning to pouting. “Can’t believe I love an overgrown child.”

“You’re the one pouting because you’re not getting your way.”

“I’m pouting because you took my phone and won’t give it back!”

Dabi chuckled and moved beside you, holding out your phone. “Fine, here ya go.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and shoved it into your back pocket. You opened your mouth to respond, but immediately stopped when Hawks walked in. Your grip on your cane tightened.

“None of that was according to plan,” Hawks spoke after he stopped in front of Dabi with an unamused expression.

“That so?” Dabi quipped back, raising an eyebrow.

A feather blade was held up to his neck faster than either of you could blink. You immediately bristled, but Dabi shook his head. “It’s alright, mouse,” he said, keeping his voice steady. You reluctantly settled down, glaring at the hero instead.

“How about some actual cooperation, Dabi?” Hawks narrowed his eyes, disregarding you for the moment.

“Hey, I thought you only had those baby feathers left?” Dabi tilted his head, taunting ever so slightly.

“You think I’d meet with a liar like you unarmed? It was supposed to be tomorrow. And not downtown, but at the factory by the water. You never mentioned bringing your little friend here, either.” Hawks’s expression darkened. “Plus, this Nomu was clearly a cut above the rest. You could’ve mentioned that beforehand.”

“That ‘friend’ is my partner, Y/N. You’d do well to remember their name, or I’ll brand it into you,” Dabi warned, then settled back into his laid back demeanour. “And I guess I just changed my mind. Didn’t I tell you I’d be testing the Nomu’s capabilities? But we’re both a little guilty. I asked you for someone kinda strong, but you brought the top dog himself! It wasn’t that much of a test.”

“I didn’t mean any offence, Dabi. No need to threaten me.” Hawks glanced at you, then turned his attention back to Dabi. “But I thought you’d be thrilled to inflict that kind of pain on him. Besides, you’re the one who broke our agreement.”

Dabi scoffed, “I’m s’posed to believe the number two hero, just like that? This was me testing how much I can trust you. And tell me, why zero casualties today?” He shifted his body sideways away from the blade. “Do you really sympathise with us? You came looking to cooperate, but you sure don’t act like it.”

You watched as Hawks’s face contorted in irritation, amusement bubbling up at his frustration.

“I gotta keep up appearances. A hero can’t go losing the public’s trust. The more faith they have in me, the juicer the intel I can get. That’s to your advantage. Try taking the long view here.” He lowered his blade as Dabi walked around him. “What I do, I do for the League’s sake, Dabi.”

“Fine… but you don’t get a face-to-face with the boss just yet. You’ll hear from us, Hawks.” Dabi looked over his shoulder at you. “C’mon, mouse.”

You smiled at that, straightening up. “Finally, I was getting bored here. See ya around, Number Two.” You manoeuvred around him with a wave, walking after Dabi.

Dabi stared out at the horizon as the sun rose, hands in his pockets. You were leaned against him with your eyes shut.

“Oh… oh! Right! That was Snatch!” 

You hummed and looked up at Dabi when he spoke. “That was the sand guy, right? He made that stupid comment about the families of the people we kill?” You frowned as blood trickled out from his scars, gently wiping it away as he responded. 

“Yeah, that one.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft. “I’ve thought about it so much that I’ve gone crazy.”

You gave a soft laugh at that. “At least you’ve got someone just as fuckin’ crazy by your side.”

“Yeah. At least I’ve got that.”

[lizzie-is-here]

acta, non verba

tfatws- part v

summary: in which the falcon and the winter soldier become captain america and the white wolf.

wordcount: 5.1k

warnings: cussing, violence, death (karli), sam’s speech hitting too close to home, fluff, john walker

a/n: this officially marks a break in acta, non verba. i’ll still write some headcanons and short stories, but until phase four fleshes out some more, i don’t wanna risk writing in something that doesn’t hold up to somewhat-canon later. the good news is i have short stories planned for hawkeye, nwh, and maybe moon knight to add to acta, non verba, so we’ll see where it takes us. hope u enjoy, love u 🤍

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When you and Bucky returned to New York, you were ready for a few more days of relaxation. The matchmakers had been quick to tell every fucking Avenger they had contact with, but they’d been polite enough to not harass you too much.

Amidst the chaos, you had caught up on sleep and your favorite TV shows, also being able to organize your room for the first time in months. You were alright with having an even longer break. However, your hopes were quickly dashed.

You and Bucky were both relaxing on your balcony, a fluffy blanket tucked around your shoulders as you laid on top of him. You were talking about future missions, discussing a low-threat mob that had popped up recently.

“Their cover is, like, a moving company,” you explained, trying to recall the name. “It was hella stupid. Oh… What was it… Oh!” You snapped as the name came to mind. “‘Trust-A-Bro’!”

“‘Trust-A-Bro?”

“Yeah. It’s really bad.”

And then police sirens rang out, shortly followed by the whirs of helicopter blades and the telltale spotlights that told you all you needed to know. You sighed, resting your head on Bucky’s chest.

“Damn. I was kind of ready to do nothing,” you complained as you retreated inside. You grabbed the gold chain that held your suit, clipping it on as the super-soldier began tugging on the layers of tactical gear he wore.

“It’s never that simple, is it?” he added, watching curiously as you grabbed a spare grappling hook and clasped it around his vibranium arm. “What’s this?”

You opened your balcony door again, standing atop the chair and placing one foot on the railing.

“Doll?” he asked, hands out to catch you.

“The street’s too crowded and there’s gonna be roadblocks set up. We’re going in from above.”

“Above? What-“ He sighed in realization. “Oh, oh no.”

You laughed, pulling him up to where you stood. “Yes, Jamie. C’mon, if I can do it, you can too.”

He eyed the drop. His breath wavered as he threw a nervous grin at you. “Kiss for good luck?” You obliged, pecking him on the lips before you pushed yourself backward, flipping once in a free fall before shooting your hook at a nearby roof.

The wire stretched enough to prevent whiplash, and you ran along the side of the building until you were able to boost yourself onto the roof. You landed in a crouch, calling Sam.

“You seeing this?” you asked, sending him the news.

“I’m already on my way,” he responded. “Tell Barnes thanks for the gift.”

You watched as said man hyped himself up, adjusting the grappling hook. “Thank him yourself.”

You hung up, watching as Bucky followed your path, albeit with a bit less grace and a bit more flailing.

He landed beside you with a thud, groaning as the grappling hook retracted with a snap.

“How do you do that?” he panted, slowly standing up.

“Practice. C’mon, hon. We’ve got a few blocks to go.”

From there, you mainly leaped from roof to roof, following the flashing red and blue lights to the GRC meeting. As you stood above the building, waving at a passing helicopter.

“Ready for the fun part?” you asked, embedding the hook into the roof. Before he could answer, you jumped from the edge, running down the glass building to land softly on the ground. The hook came rushing down with a flick of your hand, clicking into place.

A loud scream caused you to look up.

The ex-Winter Soldier came zooming down, trying to brush the panic off of his face as a few officers and guards glanced over.

“You owe me,” he grumbled, making his way through the crowd as you followed, smiling at his misfortune.

“I’m almost there,” Sam said over the comms.

“What’s the plan?” Bucky asked. You nodded as you passed security, their stances relaxing when they recognized the two Avengers.

“Karli’s gotta be close. Keep your eyes open.”

“Well, it could be anybody,” you warned.

“Sergeant Barnes. Agent (L/N),” an officer acknowledged, stepping aside to let you both pass.

“And by the way, I called in some backup.”

“Excuse me, sir. Are you supposed to be here?” A man in a beanie approached. You raised your eyebrow.

“Sharon,” you greeted. She tapped the side of her face, deactivating the digital prosthesis and tugging off the hat. Bucky stared in horror. You supposed it may have reminded him of the Red Skull.

“It’s me,” she admitted.

“Sharon, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked.

She shrugged nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t a fugitive. “Relax. No one’s looking for me here.”

“Do I hear Sharon?”

“Unfortunately.” You smacked the soldier’s arm.

She ignored him. “Hey, Sam. I thought I’d get the band back together.”

“Thank you. You’re risking a lot coming here.”

“I hear pardons aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, anyway.”

“Depends on the therapist,” Bucky quipped. You grinned, turning to watch more police circle the building.

“You just don’t like Raynor,” you corrected. He nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“They’ll move on the building soon. Be ready.” You nodded as something zoomed past overhead, most likely Sam. The red alarm lights continued to flash from the building, the menacing glow coating the area.

The three of you began to move towards the entrance as screams echoed from an upper floor. You watched as Sam busted through the glass, new suit on and shield in hand.

“You guys, what’s going on on your end?” he asked.

“Nothing. All quiet,” Bucky responded.

Sharon scanned the area. “No one’s moving toward the building.”

“Karli’s not coming in. She’s trying to force everybody out. It’s a misdirect. We gotta keep everybody inside.”

You shoved the glass doors open, wincing as the red light invaded your senses. You passed through a metal detector, which beeped as soon as Sharon made it through. Thankfully, your vibranium tech didn’t activate metal detectors.

“You guys are gonna have to do something. Don’t let ‘em out of the building,” Sam shouted over comms.

“Here’s one,” Bucky said, pointing to a mustachioed man. “We’ll get evac. C’mon.” He gestured for you to follow him and you unfolded a staff, storming through the building as you both scanned for any officials. One woman approached, a phone in her hand.

“Mr. Barnes. Ms. (L/N). It’s Karli.” The fact that this random woman was a Flag Smasher was mildly alarming, but the ex-Winter Soldier took the phone anyway, holding it between you two so you could hear as well.

“Karli?” he asked.

“Aren’t you tired of fighting for the wrong side, Mr. Barnes?”

He scoffed as you both rushed down a flight of stairs. “I’ve done this before, kid. I know how it ends.”

“It doesn’t matter if I don’t survive this. I’m fighting for something bigger than myself. And with all the bodies you both have collected, have you ever been able to say the same?” Maybe at one point, her words would have hurt. But now, she just seemed naive.

“You don’t think we ever fought for something bigger than ourselves? That’s all I tried to do. And I failed twice.” You frowned, filing away the comment to later pester him about. “You think your cause justifies all this death, but in the end, the nightmares won’t go away. You’re gonna remember all the ones you killed. Trust us.”

“Don’t do this, Karli,” you warned her. “Don’t go down this path.”

“If that’s how you both feel, you should sit this one out.”

“Come on, you know I ain’t gonna do that,” the super-soldier responded. When she spoke again, her tone was harsh.

“Well, thank you. I’m glad you took my call. You’ve been a big help.” With that, she hung up. A distraction.

“Damn it!” he snapped, pocketing the phone. You both sprinted down corridors, eventually finding two motorcycles.

“Seriously, you two, you had one job,” Sharon sighed in disappointment.

You ignored her as Bucky snapped, “You worry about your guy.” The two of you sped off, quickly adjusting to the bikes. It wasn’t nearly as intuitive as your own, but it would do. You made it out of the parking garage and slipped between a roadblock, Sam and Sharon conversing the whole while.

“Bucky! (Y/N)!” Sam yelled, probably about to request your help with the hostages in the helicopter. You rolled your eyes. “Which one of us flies again, Sam? Oh, yeah, not us.” As you turned a sharp corner, you spotted the armored vehicles just as the Flag Smashers threw out the police and took control of the cars.

Muttering curses under your breath, you exchanged an annoyed glance with Bucky before speeding up, straight at the concrete barriers. You braked at the last moment, hurtling over the edge and directly into one of the rebels. One sent a kick to your shoulder as Karli jumped from the car she was in.

As you and Barnes tag-teamed a soldier, another began to pour a container of gasoline on one of the vehicles, lighting it with a tiny spark. People began to scream as ten-foot flames licked up the side of the car. You slammed the staff against the Flag Smasher’s head, effectively knocking him out.

“Hold on!” Bucky yelled, beginning to work on the door as you tried the windows, smashing against them but only creating a hairline fracture. You yelled in frustration as Bucky struggled with the door, looking around to stop Karli when a voice echoed down the street.

“Morgenthau!” John Walker, back and with what appeared to be a knockoff shield fit for a knockoff Cap. It was haphazardly welded together and seemed to be more of a showpiece than an actual weapon. “Let’s finish this.”

“I didn’t mean to kill your friend,” she said. “I don’t wanna hurt people that don’t matter.”

“You don’t think Lamar’s life mattered?” Walker boomed. He was deranged, but he was distracting her as you tried to help Bucky by using your vibranium staff as a crowbar.

“Not to my fight. I just want the people on that truck.”

“Oh, yeah? Then why’d you light it on fire you fucking prick?” you yelled, grunting as you strained against the lock mechanism on the doors of the vehicle. They began to fight, leaving you feeling helpless. Bucky punched at the device, eventually managing to damage it enough to expose the wiring.

You gasped, charging up the Black Widow gauntlet on your wrist. You aimed the glowing weapon at the lock. “Back up, Barnes.” You fired it, and the red electricity crackled through the tech, allowing the lock to fall from the truck. With a shout, Bucky wrenched the door open and you both began to help the hostages down from the suffocating metal box.

“Thank you for saving us,” one man gasped. You smiled as the ex-Winter Soldier stared, as if in disbelief that he’d just been thanked.

“You’re welcome,” he said to no one. With a chuckle, you pointed towards where Walker was going up against multiple Flag Smashers.

“I guess we have to help him,” he grumbled to which you nodded. He ran forward just as one was winding back a parking meter, fully ready to knock Walker’s head from his shoulders. As Bucky went up against one, you took on Karli, who had swiped up the meter and was now swinging it at you. You unsheathed your sword, parrying her enhanced blows with the strength of vibranium.

Bucky slammed a chain against her before receiving a kick to the chest, sending him flying backward and off a ledge.

“Bucky!” you yelled, racing after him and not really thinking about anything other than the fact that you just watched one of your best friends and first crush in years plummet from an unknown height. Without another thought, you cast your grappling hook into concrete and leaped down, landing softly an embarrassingly short amount of time later. The drop was 50 feet at the most, and Bucky Barnes had survived a 200-foot freefall from a plane a few days earlier.

So maybe you weren’t thinking straight. But before you could even defend your not-really-logic logic, another Flag Smasher came jumping down, a giant metal beam in his hands and ready to give you one whopping concussion. Bucky caught the beam with his metal arm, wincing from the strain. Over comms, Sam yelled to someone else something about, “Boy, you just earned this ass-whooping!” You couldn’t help but think he was right.

You readied a baton and swiped at the offender, catching his neck with one particularly wide strike. He convulsed, the red sparks shooting through his muscle and probably permanently damaging his nerves.

“Suck my dick,” you spat, tilting your head when he rolled over with a groan. A well-placed taser shock put him back into the dirt.

Bucky stared at you, eyes wide and still in a bit of shock that you jumped after him with little-to-no hesitation. “That was really hot,” he muttered. You smiled, helping him stand.

“Yeah?” you asked, leaning forward with a smirk. Just as he was about to pull you towards him, Sam’s voice blared through your earpiece at an unnecessarily high volume.

“Would you two stop flirting in my ear?” You grumbled.

“I thought you wanted me to do something about it, Sammy,” you lilted, listening as Walker continued to scream at whatever he was fighting. With the amount of anger issues in that man, you wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to fight a wall.

Sam stammered incredulously. “Yeah. ‘Do something about it.’ Not get saucy in my goddamn ear.”

“I know you did not just say ‘saucy’ to me in that context,” you growled, about to berate him when one of the armored vehicles crashed onto the metal scaffolding above you, breaking several beams and bending some others. It teetered on the edge, and you and Bucky both stared up at it, watching the steel beams strain under the weight.

Oddly, Bucky wasn’t trying to move out from under the car. His movements were calculated. as if he was placing himself exactly where the truck would fall.

“I’m not about to let you catch a truck,” you hissed, not taking your eyes off of said car.

“I can’t just let them fall,” he countered.

You scoffed. “So you’re just gonna catch a military vehicle filled with people?”

Then, the car edged backward, and the battered shield that Walker had made fell into the sand. So he was the one tugging it back. Maybe he wasn’t too bad.

And then he, Karli, and another Flag Smasher careened through the scaffolding, and the car began to fall again. Of course. You tried to usher them from under the kill zone, but soon found that there was no need. A flash of red, white, and blue shot past.

Sam Wilson was pushing the truck up, his new suit donned and shield strapped to his back. This was the first time you were properly seeing it, and damn it looked good. Shuri truly had a gift.

Three small drones deployed from his pack, helping him push the truck to safety. You turned to Bucky as he helped Walker. “You got him new Redwings?”

He nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.” You grabbed his hand. “You are adorable.”

“Shut up and watch Sam,” he grumbled with a blush, but the smile on his face told you that he appreciated the affectionate words. You nodded, not pressing the subject.

Cheers erupted as Sam moved the truck to safety.

Of course, Karli had to throw a section of rebar at you. Bucky caught it, and you both glared at her.

“C’mon,” you sighed, shrugging. “You ruined the moment. There was a moment happening and you just-” You flung a hand at her, sighing disappointedly. When she tried to advance again, Sam threw the shield, knocking her back. She yanked off her mask, eyeing Sam as if he’d stabbed her.

“You of all people bought into that bullshit?” she asked.

He didn’t budge. “I’m trying something different. Maybe you should do the same.”

A distant explosion distracted you before smoke bombs exploded at your feet with a hiss. Grey haze coated the area, but Sam began to lead you, Bucky, and Walker through a nearby maze of halls.

“Hey, Sharon. We’re underground,” Bucky mumbled into comms, trying to keep the separated member of your party up to date. “We entered the tunnel on William. Heading south.”

“Looks like they split up. Here.” Walker ran in one direction before Sam even finished, and you and Bucky followed.

“We got it,” you said to Sam, trailing the rogue Captain. You ran ahead of them, letting the two boys search rooms as you found a way out. When you had made your way through most of the building with no sign of the remaining Flag Smashers, you snapped, turning around.

“Buck. You still have that lady’s phone, right?” He nodded. “It has the Flag Smasher app. Put up a false signal.” You exited the building and waited patiently,

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” Walker asked. You tsked, pausing for a brief moment. “Just wait. In three… two… one.” You pointed just as three sets of footsteps began to echo down the hallway. Walker stepped out in front of them.

“‘Mercy bears richer fruit than strict justice,’” he quoted smugly. Bucky held up the phone. “It’s a great app.” The police surrounded the rebels, and you finally began to relax knowing that the hardest part of your job was finished.

“Lincon? Really?” Bucky asked Walker as soon as you all were out of earshot.

“Great man. Great quote.”

You made a disbelieving sound. “Not when you say it.”

———————————————————————

You sat in the open doors of an ambulance, Bucky next to you as you leaned against him. There was still a lot of panic, with people shuffling about and trying to recover from the events of the past hour, but your little hiding spot was relatively peaceful.

After snatching an ice pack from a paramedic, you and the super-soldier had taken turns passing it back and forth, with him usually letting you have it for longer. You had also taken the opportunity to clean up a cut on his temple, and now only a small bruise and smear of dried blood remained.

“Just as my side was almost healed up,” you complained, pressing the ice pack against the muscle that seemed to have been sore for the past few weeks.

He rubbed your shoulder. “We’ll get an actual break here soon, doll. Get you back up and running.”

Just as you were going to respond, Sam flew down, cradling a dead Karli Morgenthau in his arms. You jumped up from the ambulance, leaning against it for support.

He laid her body on a stretcher, and Walker came to join you and Bucky by the ambulance. Reporters surrounded Sam instantly.

“What happened to the Flag Smashers?”

“When did the government make you Captain America?”

“Is it still Falcon?”

“Or is it Captain Falcon?”

He stepped past all of them stopping briefly to speak to a woman. Many of the government officials thanked him, mentioning various details about the Flag Smashers and discussing the GRC vote. Then, Sam’s voice carried over the crowd.

“Stop calling them terrorists,” he requested.

“What else would we call them?” a man asked.

Sam’s face radiated “y’all are fucking stupid” without him saying a word. “Your peacekeeping troops carrying weapons are forcing millions of people into settlements around the world, right? What do you think those people are gonna call you? These labels, ‘terrorist’, ‘refugee’, ‘thug’, they’re often used to get around the question, why?”

“Those settlements that happened five years ago, do you think it is fair for governments to have to support them?” one woman asked.

“Yes.” His answer came with no hesitation.

“And the people who reappeared only to find someone else living in their family home, they just end up homeless? Look, I get it. But you have no idea how complicated this situation is.” Your eyes widened at his abrasive words.

“The fuck does this bitch think he is?” you mumbled to Bucky, who shrugged.

“You know what? You’re right. And that’s a good thing. We finally have a common struggle now. Think about that. For once, all the people who’ve been begging, and I mean, literally begging for you to feel how hard any given day is… Now you know.”

“How did it feel to be helpless? Now if you could remember what it was like to be helpless and face a force so powerful it could erase half the planet, you would know that you’re about to have the exact same impact. This isn’t about easy decisions, Senator.”

“You don’t understand,” the old man insisted.

Sam scoffed. “I’m a Black man carrying the stars and stripes. What don’t I understand? Every time I pick this thing up, I know there are millions of people who are gonna hate me for it. Even now, here, I feel it. The stares, the judgment. And there’s nothing I can do to change it.”

“Yet, I’m still here. No super serum, no blond hair, or blue eyes. The only power I have is that I believe we can do better. We can’t demand that people step up if we don’t meet them halfway. Look, you control the banks. Shit, you can move borders! You can knock down a forest with an email, you can feed a million people with a phone call.”

“But the question is, who’s in the room when you make those decisions? Is it the people you’re gonna impact? Or is it just more people like you? I mean, this girl died trying to stop you, and no one has stopped for a second to ask why. You’ve gotta do better, Senator. You’ve gotta step up. Because if you don’t, the next Karli will. And you don’t wanna see 2.0.”

“People believed in her cause so much that they helped her defy the strongest governments in the world. Why do you think that is? Look, you people have just as much power as an insane god or a misguided teenager. The question you have to ask yourself is, ‘How are you going to use it?’”

And with that, he stepped away, Despite the soreness all over your body, you waved excitedly over to him. “You did so good!” you congratulated. He gave a polite nod to Walker before moving over to Bucky.

“Sorry, I was, uh, I was texting and so, all I heard was, um, ‘a Black guy in the stars and stripes.’” You swatted at his arm, causing him to chuckle lightly. “Nice job, Cap.”

Sam thanked him. As you three made your way away from the paparazzi, you saw a familiar figure dressing her wounds.

“Sharon,” you greeted. She looked up briefly before shielding her face from the slew of cameras nearby.

“You’re blocking my light,” she commented.

“We gotta get you to a hospital,” Sam said, eyeing the gunshot wound that was still oozing blood. Bucky made a snarky comment about her not listening as she and Sam spoke.

“Uh, Cap?” A paramedic approached and Sharon ducked, hiding her identity.

“I think he’s talking to you,” she joked. “Look, I’m sorry for how things ended down there. For what it’s worth, suit looks good on you.” And just like that, she was gone.

Bucky took your hand in his. “Ready to go home?” You nodded, lightly squeezing his hand in your own. You bid farewell to Sam, beginning the short walk home.

“I didn’t forget my promise,” the new Captain called out. Bucky only gave him a nod.

You walked a few blocks before speaking. “It’s alarming that I came out of this mess being mildly okay with both Zemo and Walker,” you said, contemplating what that meant for you morally.

“There’s been weirder things to happen.”

“What, like us being idiots and Sam, Nat, and Steve actually being helpful?”

Bucky bent down to press a kiss to your lips. “Exactly.”

———————————————————————

“Is this outfit too much?”

Nat, Yelena, and Steve and sat on your bed, surrounded by other outfits you’d tossed around.

“Hon, you need to stop worrying about your outfit. You’re gonna be on a plane, and then on a dock in Louisiana. It’s not the goddamn Met Gala,” Nat groaned, flopping back into your bed. They’d all stopped by the tower for a visit (read: to harass you and Bucky) and were planning on decorating a room for the younger Black Widow.

Steve had ranted for an hour straight about John Walker and the government, pacing until you physically stopped him. He called Sam to congratulate him, saying he cheered through the whole speech.

“Fuck, that reminds me. We need to figure out who’s attending that gala next year.”

Yelena perked up. “I can go to the Met Gala?” You nodded, turning in the mirror and scrunching your nose at the silky blouse. “Yeah, at least a few of us go every year.” She immediately got on her phone, searching for matching outfits for her and her dog, Fanny, who was laying next to her. You didn’t have the heart to tell her pets weren’t allowed at the gala, but honestly, she’d probably get away with it.

With a huff, you tugged off the top and threw it on a chair. “It’s too much. I’m gonna wear a tank top.”

Steve threw a top at you. “It’s fall.”

“I don’t give a shit. It’s Louisiana.”

Once you changed and were slightly more content with your clothing choice, you put on jewelry and shouldered your bag. A knock sounded from your door.

“Hey,” you called. Bucky peeked in, eyes widening when he saw the three superheroes sprawled around your room. “What’s happening?” he asked.

“(Y/N) needed help. We are help,” Yelena explained breezily. “Ooh, Natasha, look at this dog bowtie.” Nat leaned over, humming in approval at whatever picture she was showing her.

“Doll? You ready?” You nodded, taking Bucky’s hand as your three friends made kissing noises behind you. You rolled your eyes, playfully flipping them off before leaving Avengers Tower, making your way to the airport thanks to your maybe-too-fast driving.

Tony’s jet was always comfortable, with drinks stored away in a fridge and the seats somehow always comfortable. You piloted the plane for a short while before allowing FRIDAY to take over, engaging autopilot and turning on the TV.

“I’m glad he invited us down,” you said, settling onto the arm of the chair where Bucky sat. He nodded, resting his head against your side.

“I’m glad you’re coming with me. I’m glad you’re here.” You ran a head through his hair, relaxing as the rising sun shone through the plane window.

“Me too.”

———————————————————————

“I honestly don’t think he’ll notice.”

“You dropped the cake, Jamie. It’s kinda hard to miss.”

Bucky held the very demolished cake in his hands, mild panic taking over. “Um… it’s fine. It’ll be fine. We just don’t say anything about it.” You nodded.

“Say anything about what?” you asked jokingly, winking at him as you both got out of another rental car. Sam’s friends and family had decided to throw a cookout on the pier, and the sweet smells of southern cooking filled the air as you passed a few grills.

AJ and Cass came sprinting at Bucky, who proceeded to air fight them as you took the battered cake, slipping it onto a nearby picnic table and hoping no one noticed its state. You glanced to both sides before scooting away.

“Buck! (Y/N)!” Sam ran over to hug you both, introducing you to his friends. All the while, the brunet super-soldier stayed close by you, either holding your hand or resting a hand on your back. You stayed equally close, as if separating was some impossible feat.

However, you were forced to split off when Sam tugged Bucky away to entertain some of the kids. As you made your way around the party, you grabbed a lemonade, sipping the perfectly mixed beverage as you watched two kids hang off of his metal arm, with him not even breaking a sweat as he spoke to Sarah and some of her friends.

“I would’ve moved in with Sam after the whole Thanos deal, but he’s just so bad at sharing,” you heard him say. Sarah nodded, beginning a story about the Captain and how he couldn’t share cereal boxes.

You walked up, smiling as one of the kids waved to you. “He’s still like that. Has to have his Cookie Crunch all to himself.”

“Don’t hate on the Cookie Crunch, (L/N),” Sam warned, approaching with a beer in his hand. “That trashed cake yours?” he asked, gesturing vaguely to the dessert table.

“What trashed cake?” you asked innocently, shrugging. Bucky exchanged a glance with you, and you both burst into a fit of laughter.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I knew it. You two are ridiculous; where’d this come from? The gas station?”

“Um,” you stammered, eventually pointing at him with a snap of your fingers. “Yeah, actually. Spot-on.”

“It’s probably infected with, like, twelve different diseases,” he grumbled.

Bucky scoffed as the other kid jumped down from his arm. “Cake is cake.”

“My thoughts exactly.” You smiled. He bent down, pressing a kiss to your lips. Sam complained, disgusted, but you shut out his protests. A man shouting that the food was ready interrupted his groans.

After dinner was served and everyone had eaten, Bucky pulled you to the side, fiddling nervously with his vibranium hand. It whirred, something you’d come to learn to mean that he was either frustrated, worried, or anxious. The vibranium prosthetic seemed to be honed in on his emotions.

“What’s up?” you asked, taking his hands in yours.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” he reassured, running his thumbs over your hands. “I just… I wanted to ask you properly. I know dating’s changed a lot since the ‘40s, but I know the basics.”

“And I was wondering if you’d be my girlfriend? Like, officially?”

You smiled, nodding instantly and jumping up to hug him. “Yes, yes of course. I’d really like that,” you whispered into the crook of his neck. He gently pulled away, breaths still shaking.

“Is it too much to say… you know?”

A grin passed over your face briefly before you feigned confusion. “Hmm, I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me what it is.”

Bucky laughed under his breath, gently pressing a palm to the side of your face. He leaned in, your foreheads grazing as you made eye contact.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[random-cryptid]

ok so, i made a lil dolly of ms frizzle and now all i can think about is making lil dollies of winnie, mary, and sarah and i am going nuts over it

i think the three of them would love the fact that i wanna make lil dolls of them, especially winnie. like, theyve never had anyone do that to them, so the thought of me trying out something ive never done before just so i can always have them with me would make all three of them melt faster than honey in hot tea

i'd have to ask mary and winnie how the fuck they do their hair like that cuz idk how to draw it, let alone recreate it with yarn shhdhdj. oh! and i'd have to ask sarah if she has any tips for making the clothes cuz i dont really know how to make clothes in general, let alone doll clothes

ik the dolls are gonna look really skrunkly and messy, but i think they'd be super proud of me for trying something new, and over the moon that i chose the three of them to be my muses for it.

YEAH I SAW YOUR LIL MS FRIZZLE DOLL SHE'S SO CUTE 😭😭😭 ALSO PLEASE DO!!!

I think Mary would be climbing walls (metaphorically) too ngl. I believe she's an arts and crafts girly (not as much as Sarah though but definitely does some clothes and such too!) so she would find it especially cute.

I believe I can help with the hair and clothes!!!

Winifred's hair is pretty much the same as Queen Elizabeth I, and this tutorial is pretty easy to follow! Definitely not historically accurate in the techniques but it's the same shape lol. Basically her hair is just two big buns!

Mary's hair however... I can't by the life of myself figure out how her hair works (my hypothesis is that her hair is twisted into shape... Kind of.) apart from her having one tiny braid going along the whole hat shape of her hair.

All the tutorials I've seen for her hair have in common using wires and some sort of cilinder to shape her hair tho!!! This is one of the easiest ones I've seen. (Btw it's crazy to me how this lady has her exact vibe)

Now for the clothes you can check Salvador Perez's Instagram account! (He's the costume designer from the second movie) But if you don't want to scroll too much it's okay I gotcha! Here you have:

• Sarah's sleeves (they're sewn in on the corset!)

• Sarah's corset (you don't have to embroider anything, I think it's better if you use markers instead)

• Winnie's top gown + accessories (basically her full gown is two pieces: the top one, which is the deeper green one, and the under one, which is the one with purple and a lighter green)

• Mary's full outfit + details (this one's just a general idea)

• Mary's corset + sparkles (once again, more of a general idea)

• The Sister's shoes + thighs + undergarments (looove love Winnie's boots ngl)

Making sewing patterns is basically like making puzzle pieces and putting them together, so getting the shapes shouldn't be too complicated! In any case, if you need help with that I can help you out! (Unfortunately I'm no taylor but I'll do my best). You can also look up tutorials for specific things like skirts! (They're actually one of the easiest things to make!)

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

MAY 6TH "WHO DIED AND LEFT YOU IN CHARGE?”

Rope | Surprise | Warehouse || @themerrywhumpofmay���

(TCW: implied intimate whumper, threatening, restraints, semi-failed mission, implied gang/mafia trope, man handling, kidnapping)

“We both know he’s not coming up with the money, so we brought you a collateral,” A minion announced to the boss, throwing a squirming, restrained Whumpee onto the desk in front of them. The trek through the warehouse and into his office had been grueling, with them flailing around the whole time. 

“Who the fuck is this?” Whumper asked in irritation, “I said I wanted his kidney, or his money.” 

“This is his partner.” 

Whumpee thrashed in their multiple bindings but had been folded like an umbrella and wrapped with every rope and wire they could find in their home.

 Once they’d broken in and restrained them, the rest was easy work and they’d tied them up like bulk carpeting, wrapped around every flexible joint.

They muffled against their gag when their hair was yanked backwards and a man in a dark suit was chuffing on a cigar and examining them. 

“So you’re little man’s S.O, huh? Didn’t think he’d be the type to actually pull ass but I’ll give, you’re pretty in the face, not like the last one.” The boss mocked in surprise, giving a slow, ‘friendly’ push to their jaw with his fist like they were college buddies. 

“I gotta admit, she was a real ugly bitch, especially when she cried. God, killin’er was prolly a favor I did for your mans.” Whumper looked over towards the men that had kidnapped them and flicked his head towards the door, instructing them silently to leave and the knob clicked behind them. 

“Now listen doll, I don’t wanna do bad things to you because you’ve made some poor relationship choices, I’m not that kinda guy.” The boss slowly took a seat back in his chair and flicked out what Whumpee had only seen made into mock combs; a switch blade. 

Just the sound made their gut churn and they’d fallen still on his desk, not wanting to suddenly anger the man holding a knife. However, when he started to cut duct tape off of their feet and untie knots; they felt the smallest burst of relief in their chest. Even more so as strands of itchy fibers were sawed off and untwisted from their body parts. 

“So as long as you’re good and you listen to the boss, I won’t have any old reason to hurt’cha. I’ll even be a good guy and let you keep your clothes as a little luxury to the cause.” Whumpee couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not but the more freedom they felt, the more they listened to him and he could tell they were obliging by fear alone; even after he’d freed their mouth. 

“I just need that rat-fuck of a boyfriend of yours, to give me my goddamned money.” Whumper stabbed the knife between their knees and hit the desk; forcing a flinch from the unpredicted, plausible pain. They squeaked and Whumper laughed. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I guess that wasn’t very nice.” He teased, taking the knife back out to flick back inside itself and nest back into his chest pocket. In the meantime, they saw the strap of an underarm holster. No doubt the gun inside was ready to fire. 

Once Whumpee was freed, they waited patiently, watching him lean back into his chair and roll closer. They stayed on the desk and only positioned to look towards him, on edge that they’d make the wrong move and he’d have a reason to take back his self-appraised words. 

“P-Please don’t hurt me.. I-I didn’t know he was involved in anything like this, I promise.” They offered earnestly and he shook his head, reaching out to give a heavy pat to theirs and sweep hair across their scalp. 

“You don’t look like the type, sweetheart, that’s why I’m being good to’ya. You can lighten up a little, I’m not unhinged.” He assured and they slowly positioned to sit on the surface, until he reached his arms out like he was welcoming them closer to him instead. 

The only way closer was to his lap, tall, long legs perched nearly even with the height of the cutout in the desk. He had to be enormous standing, they hadn’t paid attention prior. 

“C’mere doll, sit on the boss’ lap and I tell you a story, you know like it’s the holidays.” He assured, seeing nothing dubious or wrong in the position, nothing in comparison to how they felt. 

The sight of the weapons on him, made them think twice about hesitation and so they took his hands with trembling fingers. The transition was smooth and they sat on warm thighs in an instant, dipping more comfortably than they’d expected. 

“There you go, not so scary, huh?” He asked, another heavy hand pushing hair off their face and they were starting to realize he was just a rough character. Mindless to the weight he put into things, even while trying to be gentle.

“Now I’m not going to pretend.. Like this ain’t gonna be hard for you, to be stuck here, but I’ll take good care of you...” They heard it coming, before he’d ever said it. There was a price, if they didn’t want to die or get hurt. His first statement had been about organ robbing so they still, weighed every option they had in their mind. 

“If you take good care of me, peach.” He gave a pinch to their cheek, dragged a thumb across their lower lip. 

“So we gotta deal, cupcake? You listen to the boss and the boss’ll erase every memory of that fuckboy you used to know.” 

There wasn’t much choice, when he pulled them further onto his lap and they felt metal scrape into their calve. Cold steel. Another gun on his hip. 

“Y-You’re the boss... right?” They stammered at first, solidifying their guts as they swallowed in fear of their agreement. Quickly though, they saw his lips curling into a smirk and they finished their sentence; just to try to kiss enough ass to survive. 

“The boss makes the rules, in my book.”

[t-tex-edwards]

THE STASH DAUBER

RANTS OF AN UNRECONSTRUCTED MUSIC GEEK WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 12, 2022

https://stashdauber.blogspot.com/2022/01/the-nervebreakers-face-up-to-reality.html

The Nervebreakers' "Face Up to Reality"

[This time it's personal. My second most anticipated release of the millennium (after the Peter Laughner box) is here. I'm not going to review it, because I wrote the liner notes, which are reproduced in full below, including the part that wouldn't fit on the jacket. To say these guys are important to me would be an understatement. If my drummer from college hadn't seen them open for the Sex Pistols, I might not have moved from New York to Texas. Between 1978 and 1981, I saw them more times than any other band besides the Juke Jumpers. Mike Haskins remains my guitar hero, and Barry Kooda my human being hero. Bob Childress once surprised me with a message on the RadioShack corporate net after I'd written something about them online. My wife and I once made a pilgrimage to Austin to see Tex Edwards play a bar gig. And I'm proud to say that Carl Giesecke once played sleighbells on "I Wanna Be Your Dog" with Stoogeaphilia. But enough about me. I've got to go listen to this again.

]Think of this record as a follow-up that took a while to emerge.

It was 1980, 40 years ago as I write this, when the Nervebreakers -- who’d bossed the nascent Dallas punk scene from its inception, opened for every punk/”new wave” touring act that passed through Big D (Ramones, Sex Pistols, Clash, Police, Boomtown Rats), and made the pages of Rolling Stone via the image of guitarist Barry Kooda with a fish in his mouth onstage at the Pistols show – recorded their sole long player, We Want Everything!, which then took 14 years to make it onto vinyl.

The Nervebreakers coalesced in 1975 when Kooda, a junior college theater major back from Army service in Korea, managed to insinuate himself into the “arty rock band” Mr. Nervous Breakdown, formed by his high school best friend, guitarist Mike Haskins, with fellow record store employee Thom “Tex” Edwards. Haskins and Edwards bonded over their mutual appreciation for the Raspberries’ combination of tuneful songcraft and rock crunch. Drummer Carl Giesecke was a moonlighting symphony percussionist, while bassist Bob Childress, who’d joined after the Ramones show, held the distinction of having seen both the Stooges and the New York Dolls every night for a week at Richard’s in Atlanta while attending Georgia Tech.

Onstage, they had a formidable presence, honed over years of four-set gigs, with frontman Edwards draped rakishly over the mic stand, Kooda in his Army helmet and pistol belt, Haskins looking like Donnie Osmond’s axe-slinging twin, Childress bouncing around like the Uberfan who got to join his favorite band, and Giesecke pounding out a solid pulse. Their repertoire included covers as diverse as We Five’s “You Were On My Mind,” George Jones’ “The Race Is On,” and the Troggs’ “Strange Movies.” More to the point, they penned potent originals: “Hijack the Radio,” “Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls,” “My Girlfriend Is a Rock.” Haskins and Edwards were the main writers, with occasional contributions from Kooda, but drummer Giesecke claims credit for their best known song.

When the sessions for We Want Everything! were complete, Haskins and Childress left to form Bag O’ Wire, while the Nervebreakers recruited replacements for an East Coast tour, after which the band folded. Edwards and Kooda followed different musical directions, while Giesecke toured with Roky Erickson (whom the Nervebreakers had backed in 1979).

Fast forward to 2008, when the Nervebreakers reconvened in Haskins’ home studio to record some songs they’d never gotten around to documenting back when. The energy and excitement of the band in its heyday were still in ample supply, along with tunefulness, crunch, and sardonic wit. Highlights include the title track’s snaky rifferama, the leg-twitching rockabilly of “Just Yawn,” the splenetic snarl of “Don’t Wanna Be Used,” and the sprightly punk-country of “I Don’t Wanna Hold Your Hand.” Kooda penned the ennui anthem “Wake Me Up,” and co-wrote the dance-craze theme “They Were Doing the Pogo.” The closing triptych of “It’s Obvious,” “Breaking Down,” and “I’d Rather Die” provides a rousing conclusion to a rockin’ set of tunes that’s long overdue, but right on time.

POSTED BY STASHDAUBER AT 1:30 PM

[furbyappreciator]

hi i just wanna take a moment to share this low quality oddbody concept art and talk about this project idea

there's a specific fabric store that my mom and i go to sometimes when either of us needs fabric for something. that place has a couple of boxes of fur fabrics and one of them has this beautiful long brown fur fabric. that's basically where the idea for this long furby came from.

I want to talk about the spine situation. Two of my oddbody projects share the same big problem: the spines i made for them do not work. for my first long furby (ebony) i made their spine out of about 10 lengths of wire twisted together and wrapped in fabric scraps for some reason. this method was insufficient and the spine cannot support the weight of the body at all. i have dubbed this problem the "Flacid Spine Syndrome™". for my second long furby (sunday stacked waffles), i again twisted several lengths of wire together but this time i threaded the wires through styrofoam balls in an attempt to emulate the doll armeture stuff that people usually use for long furby spines. but this did not work. sunday's spine also cannot hold a pose. my other oddbody (bone marrow) fortunately did not suffer the same fate. i made boney's wire skeleton with the intention of only having its 8 spider legs being posable and it worked. but bone marrow is not a long furby, they are a giant spider, and even so, their legs are difficult to pose.

I have not been able to find that spine stuff in any stores in my area, so it seems my only option is to buy it from amazon or something. this would be more expensive unfortunately. the fabric i mentioned earlier that inspired this whole potential project is also quite pricey, costing about 50€.

As you can see in the concept art, this furby will hypothetically have arms and hands. i think using those posable wooden artists' hands that Strange Æons used for Girlgruel would work best, but again, thing cost money. This is what's been holding me back from starting this project. (i Could technically afford all the materials but i hate spending large sums of money and i already feel bad about all the crap i've bought in recent times)

Anyway that's pretty much all i have to say about this okay bye

[fairchilds-glasses]

AHEM. MORE FUTURE JEVON AU

Rory: *skating home with new parts for his robots* Well, today was a good day. I’m gonna need to convince Dev to let me stay up so I can wor— *trips on something and falls but sees a Good Guy doll*

Rory: Ow, what the hell?

Chucky: Hi, I’m Chucky! Let’s be friends.

Rory: *tilts his head and picks it up* Hm. You seem cool. I’ll be your friend.

-Back at home-

Rory: Dev, Jae, I’m home!

Lexy: *in the living room* Devon and Jake went on a date and Ian is doing something with the student council — Rory. What’s that?

Rory: Yes! I hate that bastard. And this? *shows the doll* This is the last part I needed for my Halloween robot. If I can re-wire the circuit, I should be good.

Lexy: ..Where’d you get it?

Rory: *going into the kitchen* I was skating home and I accidentally tripped over it.

Chucky: Hi, I’m Chucky! Do you wanna play?

Rory: *tilts his head* Play? Sure, let’s play. *picks up a knife and puts it at the doll’s neck* Hide-N-Seek. I’m it.

Lexy: *sensing the weird murder aggression* I just thought, you know, they sold out.

Rory: Me too! And the mechanics down the street had some good leftover parts. Guess it’s my lucky day, yeah?

Lexy: Yeah. Lucky…

Omg I love this!

[morgandemorgana]

AHEM. MORE FUTURE JEVON AU

Rory: *skating home with new parts for his robots* Well, today was a good day. I’m gonna need to convince Dev to let me stay up so I can wor— *trips on something and falls but sees a Good Guy doll*

Rory: Ow, what the hell?

Chucky: Hi, I’m Chucky! Let’s be friends.

Rory: *tilts his head and picks it up* Hm. You seem cool. I’ll be your friend.

-Back at home-

Rory: Dev, Jae, I’m home!

Lexy: *in the living room* Devon and Jake went on a date and Ian is doing something with the student council — Rory. What’s that?

Rory: Yes! I hate that bastard. And this? *shows the doll* This is the last part I needed for my Halloween robot. If I can re-wire the circuit, I should be good.

Lexy: ..Where’d you get it?

Rory: *going into the kitchen* I was skating home and I accidentally tripped over it.

Chucky: Hi, I’m Chucky! Do you wanna play?

Rory: *tilts his head* Play? Sure, let’s play. *picks up a knife and puts it at the doll’s neck* Hide-N-Seek. I’m it.

Lexy: *sensing the weird murder aggression* I just thought, you know, they sold out.

Rory: Me too! And the mechanics down the street had some good leftover parts. Guess it’s my lucky day, yeah?

Lexy: Yeah. Lucky…

I’m smelling a sequel of your Future AU with the return of…Chucky

[skelebonecentral]

18+ request for TSAMS New Moon (this one's gonna be a bit long also):

Voyeurism Remote Control Vibrators Praise Kink Bondage Kink

Is a Giver and RARELY a Reciever

You can do these separately if you want.

here you go, New Moon having a good time being silly

words under cut

Moon glanced up at the monitor he had reserved for his bedroom, snickering as he saw the confusion and then realization of his partner. Over the intercom, he called in, “hey, hon~ you like the surprise?”

They fidgeted, tied to the bed as they were, and sighed, “What’s the game, Moon?”

He cooed to them, “I’m busy tonight, still on Eclipse’s nonsense. Buuuuut, I also wanna fool around so I made a remote system for that.”

“remote system?”  they asked, then flexed their body a bit before remembering they couldn’t move.

“Uh huh,” Moon’s grin was getting sinister, though they couldn’t see it. “So, you’ve got a remote vibe in a couple places, and I’m just going to be playing with them while I work. That cool?”

“yeah, but you better make it worth my time.”

“I’ll make you cum like five times.”

“Deal.”

Oh he liked playing with them like this. While he didn’t feel attracted to people in general, he DID find videos arousing, and he definitely liked this kind of video, so the thrill of putting his partner into this kind of situation was more what he was after.

Turning on one of the vibrators, he saw them twitch and wriggle a bit, smirking before he got back to work, idly pulsing the vibe as he listened to their whines and gasps. After a while, he switches to a different vibe, doing the same while reading through his search data. This went on for several minutes and then he finished what he was doing and put his full attention on his partner.

“How’s my little sparkplug?” he asked through the intercom and got a moan of arousal. “hehe, sunny better be glad I waited for him to be gone to do this. My baby doll still okay?”

“Y-yes, b-but Moon please…”

“I can see the wet spot on your lace down there. I’m ready if you are.”

“Yes, please! I need you!” Pleaded his put upon lover.

“be right there.” He clicked off the intercom and got up from his desk, playing with all the vibe controls as he leisurely went. But when he opened the door, they were panting and struggling on the ropes.

“P-please let me move…” they begged, and he chuckled.

“You’ve earned it, hon,” he untied them, purring his motors as he slid his pants off and let loose his wriggling tendril of solid dark blue silicone, “I’m so lucky I’ve got you around to play games like this. You’re the best.”

They bucked into his hand as he touched their lower lips, taking the vibes off their clit and the fleshy folds beneath it, also taking the two on their nipples off. “Look at you, absolutely ready just from one touch. I got damn lucky to get into a relationship with you instead of some hard to please hardass.”

Happy, Moon slid into their pussy easily and started to work them up more, “You’re so perfect for me, you know that? Letting me work,” he sped up, “being patient and kind even when I get stupid tired and snap…god, I love you.”

They whimpered and he smirked, “Who’s my good girl?”

“I-I am…” they answered breathily.

“Who sits with me in the long nights?” He’s purring as he’s thrusting roughly, “Who sleeps in my lab on an air mattress to force me to rest? Who’s the one giving me bolts at 2 am so I don’t fry my own wiring with overwork?”

“M-me! I am!” their voice was reedy and panting, unable to do more than short spurts of speech as they yelped and shuddered, orgasm overwhelming.

Slowing down, Moon crooned as he worked through it, “How many times have you cum, by the way?”

“th-three…”

He cackled, “oh, then I get to have two more of those before this is over. And you know I can last a looooong time.”

“Moon…” they begged, body shaking, “please…”

“I’ll be good to you, don’t worry,” he leaned down and gently bit at their chest, sharp teeth leaving little red indents in their flesh, “I can read you like a book, and I want it to be a good ending.”

They nodded and he kept working on them. It was going to be a fun night.