#but its my personal mission to finish it this weekend

[sturn-wrld]

🪼 watch it in bed

pairing: matt x reader

summary: matt helps reader to fulfill all her romantic dreams

genre: fluff!!!

warnings: nicknames, that's it!

a/n: my next couple parts are going to be all the little things, these will all be generally short. i might release a cutey little post of the list. 😻

masterlist

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ever since my heart wrenching love confession, matt has made it his personal mission to do all the things i had dreamed about doing with him. This was simple things like watching tv shows together or going out on the weekends but there are some more niche like pancakes for dinner or ph13 things like dressing up for him to undress me.

this all started a week after we started dating. "hey baby, can i ask you something?" he said walking up to me from his desk "of course" i said wondering what in the world this could be.

"what were those things you were saying when you were confessing to me." i sighed wondering when he would bring them up. they were all pretty specific scenarios so i was sure they would come up. "umm, ok, i'm going to try to explain this in the least lame way possible" i looked down to my lap trying to think of a way to say it. "i mean they were all kind of things i would see or hear about my friends doing with their boyfriends and me having never really had a good enough boyfriend, i never did any of those things so every time i would i guess remember that i liked you, these things would kind of pop up in my head or like me doing them with you" he started at me and i knew at that point that i had said too much.

"i'm so-sorry i've said-"

"shhh. no you haven't. that's really cute" he said cutting me off. "we can do those things if you like" he said looking at me softly. "knowing you, I'm sure you have a list somewhere" i just giggle as i pull up the note in my notes app, 'right person, right time'. he leans over my shoulder to read them. as i scroll through the small list he finds one he likes. "watch a tv show together" he says starting to read it, reading the continued dot point, "and then watch it bed when the weather is bad or we are sick" he said finishing it. "the first part is easy enough but the second part will come eventually" he looks to me moving from his spot beside me to grab the controller for his tv.

we scrolled through netflix for what seemed like an hour before deciding to watch money heist. it was never either of our first picks but we've watched almost everything else.

1 week later

i woke up instantly feeling the freezing cold biting at my skin as my boyfriend is wrapped up next to me in all the blankets. i tug at the blankets until one is loose trying to capture some warmth. i feel matt shift next to me. "morning beautiful" he says in his groggy morning voice as i turn towards him "morning handsome" i mutter before he placed his hand in mine bringing my hand to his mouth to give it a kiss. "it is way too cold today" matt says crossing his hands over his chest. i give him an 'are you serious face' "oh, let me tell you, i know" i say pulling the blankets more. "i'm sorry baby it's a habit" he says rubbing my face trying to make me feel better "one you better solve fast" is all is said before he gets up to grab the controller for his tv. "what are you doing? we have to get ready for the day." i say genuinely curious.

"it's too cold outside. we are staying in and watching tv. how else will we complete the list?"

taglist

@ermdontmindthisaccount @its-jennarose @ilovemattsturn @frozenvegitableoil @meme2003

[howlingday]

Star wars mandalorian Au

In the reign of the galactic empire over the galaxy mandalore wasn't in their mercy, clans of the planet rebelled and some choice to side with the empire just to save their own skin, clan Arc divided into 2, one lead by jaune's mother sided with the empire to save their clan, the other lead by jaune's father to fight the empire in gorilla warfare jaune joined his father, he was given a mission by his father to destroy any ship that carries troops or supplies that head towards the planet.

"You betray the Arc name!"

"I betray no one! Everything I do, I do for the sake of our family!"

Jaune sat at the top of the stairs, listening to his mother and father engage in their back-and-forth. They fight, as parents normally did, but they'd grown longer, louder, and especially more heated. He grit his teeth as he listened to them argue whether or not to support the Empire. He didn't know why his mother supported them, other than to protect her family. Jaune's father, however, was especially adamant in refusing their help.

"I gave my word that I would fight all evil! Even if it came knocking to our door!"

"Fighting back will only lead to our children's death! Why can't you understand that?!"

Jaune felt snot dribble from his nose and tried to inhale it back in. The sound stopped the arguing, if only for a moment. Suddenly his mother was halfway up the steps, faster than he could think to run away.

"Jaune?" She looked down, her blue eyes piercing the dark. "Why are you out of bed?"

"I..." He gulped. "I heard you and father fighting."

"Oh, no, we were not fighting, honey." His mother cooed, hugging her only son. "We were... talking. Loudly."

"You were angry." Jaune whimpered.

"I was." She agreed. "But only because your father refuses to see it my way."

"Will... Will he be angry tomorrow?"

Tomorrow was Jaune's first day of field training with his father. The two would leave for the week, where Jaune's father would teach him the survival skills he needed to become a Mandalorian. A true Mandalorian. Just like his parents.

"I don't think so." She stroked Jaune's cheek, wiping away his tears as she guided him to bed. "But you need your rest. All of you will. Because what matters the most to an Arc..."

"...is family." Jaune finished as he climbed into bed.

His mother smiled. "Good night, Jaune. Know that your father and I love you. All of you."

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Jaune did not want to spend his weekend like this. He received a message from his father, warning him of an Imperial supply ship incoming. Most of the time, he would ignore these notices, but attached to the file was a personal message from his father. In it, he explained all the horrible things the Empire had done, are doing, and will do if left unchecked. Normally, he would just pass this off as propaganda if it weren't for the last words of the message.

'Do the right thing, Jaune.'

And now he was here, on top of a hill, camped out next to a high-grade mortar with coordinates ready to be punched in. Once the numbers were in place, the mortar would fire its payload high and detonate after a certain time. Everything was calculated down to the micro-second. As he stared at the mortar, he couldn't get the words out of his head.

The right thing. What was the right thing? Was the right thing to blow up a ship carrying supplies? Supplies people relied on to survive? The cost for those supplies, though, was absolute servitude. A collar for a bowl, as his father described it.

His mother would say different, though, saying that the evil the Empire engages in is small in scale compared to the alternative of allowing the planets to engage in their own rule. If left alone, the planets would attack each other, breaking out into an all-out galactic war where countless innocents, or even more, would perish. Thus, the Empire would rule the galaxy and Jaune, his sisters, and their family would be kept out of harm's way. And all it costed was unwavering servitude.

Jaune felt like he was caught in the middle of a war, an unexpected collateral casualty that had to be forced to ally with one side over the other. Attack the supply ship, risking war with the Empire, and he sided with his father, forsaking his mother and everything she believed in. Leave the supply ship alone, maintaining allegiance with the Empire, and spit on everything his father trained him to be.

'You don't... hurt people, do you?'

Ruby's voice came into his mind. Her voice quaked when she asked him. He told her no, and only harming others for the sake of his bounty hunting training. But this... This wasn't bounty hunting training. This was sabotage, resource choking. It wasn't like he was attacking a village and taking its people for slavery. In this mission, he would be able to

'Be able to what? ...Hurt more innocent people without aura?'

He winced at Blake's words. The Empire supported those with aura, and he doubted everyone receiving their supplies had aura, but they would still get their fill. Could he really risk their lives by attacking something that was part of something as large as the Empire? Something like that was too dangerous, too chaotic. It wasn't his style. It wasn't the kind of Mandalorian he wanted to be, the kind of Mandalorian he is.

'What kind of Mandalorian are you?' He asked himself, the same as when he and Ruby met.

'The kind that hates flying.' He grinned.

'I like to think of myself as a rebel.' He smiled.

'But my honor is forever.' He grimaced.

He looked to the distance and saw the ship was coming in close. There would be no more waiting. It was now or never. Do or die. Father or Mother. Standing up, looking at the mortar, he made his choice.

[natspookie]

book worm

warnings, …stalker nat? LOL

an, kinda bad but i had the idea??? also, i’m working with the reqs soon!!!

it was rare natasha had time to go out for leisure, more so, to shop. but here she was, natasha romanoff shopping at thrift shops and markets.

this one road in new york was slammed with sellers and all sorts of things to buy.

natasha had bought a few vests she thought yelena would like, also some for her to match. she’d bought little trinkets to fill her room up. she had been dragging her shopping bags for about two hours when she reached the end of the market, a book stall.

hundreds of books were stacker on top of each other but the one of top caught natasha’s eye.

pride and prejudice

in the red room, sure natasha had read books. well.. books how to seduce men, and basic knowledge. but never for her own enjoyment.

she picked the book up, flipped through its pages seeing annotations here and there but she didn’t mind, handing the shop owner a couple of dollars before she made her journey back to the compound.

it was a quiet weekend at the avengers compound, not much missions. “hey nat! ohhh, what did you get?” wanda immediately eyed the eco bags on natasha’s wrist.

“just saw like a flea market or some thrifting- i don’t know honestly.” “the one near that shawarma shop we go to?” “precisely. i also got you this lamp, you said you broke yours”

natasha handed wanda a clear pink tinted lamp with crystals hanging from the top. “oh nat i love it! thank you!” wanda jumped across the couch and hugged natasha “no problem, witchy” natasha laughed, making her way to her room.

she took a quick shower before unloading all the things she got on her carpet. she put all of yelena’s things in one bag and started to put her things in her laundry bin.

when everything was sorted, she picked up the book and sat on her bed.

it was a book with good condition considering she paid 2 dollars for it. she got her reading glasses out and started to flip through the pages, immediately seeing clean and beautiful cursive black writing.

on the cover page it says, “01/01/2023 my love, i have my whole heart to give to you and it starts by the pages of this book. with little annotations, i hope you love this book as i do you.

all the love, y/n”

love was never in the cards for natasha but boy, would it not be nice to receive this.

as natasha ventured through the pages of this book, she found a certain comfort in the cursive writing she knew she was not meant to read.

little comments like “i bet she’s as beautiful as you” “you remind me of this line” “i want us to experience this” were enough to get her hooked till dinner time.

“nat, dinner” wanda knocks on the door before rushing to the kitchen. natasha had made it more than halfway through the book.

she reached the confession in the rain and one writing in red caught her eye. “no love is ever the same. but know my love for you is bursting with all kinds to give” natasha had fallen in love with the words from a person she doesn’t even know.

she made her way to dinner, nose nuzzled in the book. “nat, you read classic romance?” yelena points out “mhm” natasha sets the book down, remembering her page.

“i got you vests and left them in your closet” natasha stabs a french fry before eating it as natasha does a little ‘yes’ air fist.

natasha didn’t stick around for dinner conversation. instead, she grabbed a milk tea in the refrigerator and retreated to her room to read.

it was 1 in the morning when natasha finished, reaching the last blank page. the words took her by surprise.

“09/01/23

it’s been 9 months without you, you didn’t read this book. i’ll be giving this to the book shop down the block and you will never read the words i longed for you to hear. i hope you’re happy with your new life, truly.

to whoever is reading this,

i wish you a love as strong as darcy and elizabeth. you’ll get there;)

all the love,

y/n”

natasha shut the book with a deep breath. along the pages, she had been looking forward to that annotation in the end. natasha took it as a sign to sleep with all the excessive thinking.

yet all the black cursive words swirled around in her head that night, painting numerous people to who could be the face of these carefully said words.

the next morning natasha went on a personal mission to find you. why? she doesn’t know.

she realized an hour in that it was pointless looking for a y/n if she doesn’t even know what you look like. hence, her going back go the market.

she asked the seller when the book came in and if he knew who.

“oh yes, around last week monday a young woman with (y/h/c) donated a whole stack of books! only that one had annotations though” natasha nodded and thanked the man before going back to the compound after getting shawarma.

natasha accessed the city cctv footage from last week monday and saw you struggle with a pile of books.

you turned before turning back to the person and walking the other way. nataha rewinded the footage and paused it when you turned, she knew what you looked like now!

natasha ran face scanners and finds you — y/n y/l/n.

fresh graduate and working at a little cafe not too far from the market.

natasha didn’t really have a plan so when she stepped foot in the cafe. but when she saw you, she immediately lost track of her words.

“hey, what can i get you?” you smiled at natasha “um- a drink” natasha said as you laughed “what kind of drink?” “coffee” “black coffee?” natasha nodded

“alright, can i have a name?” you grabbed the cup and a marker “natasha” “thanks, that’ll be 3 dollars” natasha handed you the money. “i got that book” you tilted your head at her “pride and prejudice.. the one by the market” you sighed

“oh. yeah… sorry for the annotations” you laughed “no! i actually loved them. you have a great way of words” “thank you.. did you stalk me here to say that or something” you joked, putting the drink in front of her. “sort of” natasha shrugged and you paused

“that was a joke but… thanks?” “i mean this in the nicest and less creepy way but i really was curious by you. as i said, i was kind of enthralled by your words.” “are you saying you want to take me out on a date, natasha?”

“hoping to do so” natasha leans on her heels. “7 o’clock.. don’t be late or be a stalker” you chuckled, walking back to the counter “you bet”

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Time is on their side

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial for the prompt #FFF290 - midnight distractions. Thank you once again. I finally got around with the continuation of this fiction that I’ve been meaning to write for months now. I think it was @ynxnyx who asked me about the birthday thing. (If not, apologies for the tag. 😟)

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Fandom: Yatagarasu: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master

Characters: Nazukihiko (Wakamiya, the crown prince), Yukiya, and brief appearances of Yukichi, Yukima, brief mention of the Great Tengu and Sumio

Word count: 1095

A HUGE full moon shone brightly tonight. So entranced was Nazukihiko that time unknowingly passed him by as he gazed at it. Seated at the engawa with his arms hugging his legs, he could see his shadow clearly. It was also quiet in the annex. This was the second time in half a year that he and Sumio were alone again. Upon their agreement, Yukiya had to stay for a whole weekend in Taruhi to celebrate his 14th birthday. He trusted that the boy would return the day after tomorrow.

The young prince could not say no to Lady Azusa’s request. After all, Yukiya deserved a short breather after meeting all his master’s demands and doing what he asked of him. He proved that he was indispensable when he was in the Ravine. It was one of those things that Yukiya must learn if he had to serve him as his right-hand man once he ascended the throne.

But something was nagging Wakamiya. He could not understand it at all. Did not even want to acknowledge it. Not quite. He missed his attendant. Yukiya became a permanent fixture in his life that it was impossible not to feel the void he had created when he was not beside him.

He stood up, went to his room, opened one of the drawers of the Chinese red cabinet, and took an object beneath his folded undergarments. It was kept in a paulownia box tied in a silk. Nazukihiko unwrapped the ribbon, opened the Kiribako, and removed the object inside. Encased in a bell jar to protect it from the moist that prevailed in Yamauchi was a functioning miniature Victorian travel watch that the Great Tengu had given him when he turned 14.

“I was in an auction house for the third time when I won this beauty. I was testing the waters how far I could go. Perhaps, out of hubris. I do not know. Besides, it was my one and only hobby if one would call it that. But I ended up owning so many of them, it would not hurt if I gave one away for a friend,” Nazukihiko was astonished receiving a present from the Tengu, which regarded him as a friend. Jun Tanimura found the way to navigate around humans, business or otherwise, that he and his Tengu clan became Nazukihiko’s lifeline in the Outside World.

He looked at the watch. It said 11:46 pm. Exactly 14 minutes before Yukiya’s birthday. He replaced it on the box then went to his study and grabbed a piece of paper. Next to it was the ink he prepared in the late evening. Thankful that it was not entirely dried up, he took his feather pen and wrote something down in his neat handwriting.

He jerked his head in the direction of his futon. After spreading it on the floor he started to roll it. It resembled a giant sushi or a sleeping person. He covered it with a blanket for the finishing touch, lest Sumio would check him out as soon as he returned from his mission. The crown prince did it a hundred times before that his friend-cum-personal guard scolded him for being careless. He was a furaibo, a wanderer, Sumio said. He also called it his midnight distractions, who knew as much as this habit of his master and close friend.

Nazukihiko discarded his kimono and placed it on top of the blanket. Wearing only his feather robe he walked toward the cliff overlooking the central town, a feast of lights and greenery dancing before his very eyes. He touched his chest securing the Kiribako inside his robe. From the platform he quickly jumped and transformed into a huge raven that one could never had imagined. Flapping his wings he surged into the sky and headed towards the Northern Territory.

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Yukiya counted the house lizards on the ceiling. Lethargy prompted him to go to bed early but honestly, he could not sleep.

Next to him were his two brothers snoring. He could see their faces clearly through the shadow of the moon that shone flawlessly. Right now, a total silence reigned in the mansion, but tomorrow, ruckus and laughter would replace that.

Somehow, he was not used to it at all, that is, being the center of attention. He always relegated himself as much as possible in the background where everyone would leave him alone.

Yukima asked him what he he was doing in the court. Yukichi, on the other hand, wanted to know how the prince exactly looked like.

“Is he kind? Is he caring? Does he treat you well? Or is he scary?” Yukichi was full of questions, Yukiya dared not to answer them all.

“He cannot wait to kick me out. But one year is one year, Yukichi. And I am a man of my word,” he assured his younger brother.

“If he does not like the way you serve him, then why torture yourself?” Yukima was indignant that Yukiya was willing to sacrifice himself.

“It is as if you do not know me at all, brother,” Yukiya told him with confidence. “I never give up without a fight.” His face gave way to his usual impish expression that vanished quickly when he looked at the sky. Yukima noticed the quick change on his brother’s eyes.

Yukiya was utterly surprised when Wakamiya agreed to it. After all what they experienced together and that encounter at the terrace of the Sunrise Palace’s Main Shrine, the thought of leaving the young prince alone with Sumio-san made him feel restless.

Careful not to make a sound he pulled his futon close to the engawa to have an unobstructed view of the moon.

She is so huge tonight. How pretty she is. Yukiya marveled at it feeling his eyes turned heavy.

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Nazukihiko found him the moment he descended quietly to the Taruhi mansion. Transforming into human again, he tiptoed to the opened door. Yukiya harbored between sleep and dream that a pair of cold hands finally calmed him down. The prince traced the eyes, the nose, and the lips in front of him. The urge to breathe the boy’s scent was overwhelming. He put the box and the letter between Yukiya’s hands, held them longer than he should be and gazed at his attendant once more.

“I am looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow, Yukiya. Please return to me. Time is on our side.”

The prince quickly left as soon as he uttered the words from the letter.

~tbc~

[nicegaai]

im attempting my fic reread today. im announcing this bc i will be liveblogging to keep my morale up, NOT THAT anyone cares but i personally need this, like ill only commit to do the thing if theres an imaginary audience holding me accountable. & i like to have fun :3

anyway. captains log, its a beautiful sunny july weekend. i just finished my morning coffee, and, i am dreading this so much. i dont like rereading my own writing but i shall get over it. ok here we go.

Þetta Reddast vagueblogged directors commentary edition

Ch 1:

*opens fic and starts convulsing immediately* god i wish i smoked weed rn. i cannot chill out ever for the life of me

My Mission For Today Is: to remember what plot threads I’ve left hanging so I can resolve this story properly. And also try n remember where the flow is going. I have the end plotted out, I just am a little lost … it’s been a while :-(

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Abrupt beginning!!!! I’m not mad because I have . I HAD. Almost no writing experience when I started this. it isn’t ideal but I refuse to be one of those fanfic writers that starts rewriting early chapters without finishing the last ones. Ive never seen one of those types actually finish a longfic. …I’d already rather yap than actually read LMAO AHH

Oh this is worse than I remember. thats cool that s great ok alright *coughs up blood*

"20 somethings" WOW I really did not know where I was going with this when I started huh

LKJSDLKSJDLGKGDJSLDGJK ??? Who authorized this. Who let me cook. What the hell

I could write this better now. I could edit this into something beautiful. <- devil on my shoulder

FORGOT I WAS MAKING RICE BRB

"generously offered nothing to the exchange." wait STOPPPP. I’m so funny

GRAMMAR ERROR DETECTED why is there two periods. I’ll be coming back to fix that …………………. :-(((

Fuck. This is a lot. Marge Simpson Hiding Her Face dot Png

Oh this is stupid this is gayyy this is fukcinnn . Who fucking did t his. What was wrong with me,. This is so good actually. what was i ONNNN. 

Im gonna throw up and I don’t know if thats like/. A complimentary thing or if im just cringing that hard . Im feeling emotions. I love my OTPs..OT3~5? I love them so so much

Ok as much as im like “eww bad writing” this is .. dare I say, rly good in places. Not to suck my own dick but maybe all hope isnt lost and imposter syndrome is an illusion

Grammar mistake #2. Goddddddd. they should ban me from the archive for this

EMILLLLL EMIL EMIL EMIL HIIIIII BABYYYY EMILLL I LOVE UUUU AWWHUUGHH everyone clap for my bewoved baby bruvver right FUCKING now

Urghhh gritting my teeth… Im fully expecting the flow of events to start not making any gd sense. There’s no way this came together the way I hoped in my head and .... For real I was never able to read this all the way thru. this is my first time, lol. and it was all disjointed on the authorial end to say the least. Im scared T-T

Jlxjvklsdkjfsjlkdkjlsjklkljzsdkjlgaskljdgjklasljkgdljkasljkdgjklasjlkdgljkaskljdgjakl?????????? 

Im not liking the ratio of dialogue to whatever the other stuff is. scene-setting I guess. prose maybe. i could have dragged this out way longer... By which I mean made it a more satisfying read. But WHATEVER !!!! 

TIMO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIMOOOOOOOOOO NUMERO UNOOOO DO MUNDOOOOOO I really need to utilize him more. As soon as I finish this fic I need to write a Timo POV spinoff where he gets cancelled on furry twitter for proshipping in real life

Hmmmm chapter ending didn’t hit as hard in practice as it did in drafts. Oh well. God damn that was a lot to happen in one chapter LMAOO???

OH SHIT MY RICE IS STILL COOKING —— 

[cybercore-creations]

She's my muse

Summary: Mile leaves their sketchbook on the train, Cody just happens to find it.

Cw: None! Just cute Cody/Mile because they deserve to be happy

Mile had always been fascinated by the strangers who rode the train with them. To pass the time, they would discreetly sketch the strangers who sat beside them, capturing the essence of each passenger in their worn sketchbook. Among the countless faces they'd drawn over the years, there was one that had become their favorite – a girl with brown hair who sat across from them.

Cody was a regular passenger on the same train, always occupying the same seat. They had a certain charm, that drew Mile in like magnet.

Each day, as the train chugged along its tracks, Mile would discreetly sketch Cody, trying to capture the nuances of their appearance and the hidden personality behind those eyes. These sketches had become a cherished part of Mile's daily routine

Mile hurriedly exited the train trying to get home to finish the chores their aunt asked them to the night before. Just as the train pulled off they realized with a sinking feeling that they had left their precious sketchbook behind on the seat. Panic set in as they frantically searched their bag, hoping it'd be there, but it only confirmed that it was still on that train.

For days, Mile was consumed by anxiety and regret

As the days turned into weeks, they had all but given up hope of ever seeing their sketchbook again. Until they got on the train after school to see Cody, sketchbook in her hands. Mile stood wide eyed, cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment knowing their muse had every bit of the secret portraits in her hands.

Cody had a warm smile on her face as she approached Mile. She held out the sketchbook, and Mile took it with trembling hands, unable to believe their eyes. Their worn down sketchbook, filled with portraits of strangers and, more importantly, the sketches of Cody was back in their possession.

"Is this yours?" Cody asked,

Mile stammered in response, "Yes, it's mine. Thank you so much. I thought I had lost it forever."

Cody explained how she had found the sketchbook that fday on the train. She had recognized her own portrait and had been curious about the artist behind them. Cody had made it her mission to track down the owner and return the sketchbook.

Cody's eyes twinkled as she said, "Your sketches are incredible..."

Mile smiled awkwardly, feeling a mixture of relief "Uh Mile. My name" They had expected her to be creeped out. Any normal person would have been disturbed by the countless detailed drawings, but Cody's reaction was different. It was admiration. "Maybe one day I can actually model for you. Maybe at the Café on Main Street next weekend?" Mile smiled at the request. "I'd like that."

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (27)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 27 - Progress - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.1K+ words

Warnings: PG for sickness feelings 

Summary: Lisa is called into an emergency meeting at HQ.

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After the surprise visit and comfort from my friends, I suddenly didn’t feel as sad anymore. Despite how heartbreaking it was, I established with Miguel that if he didn’t feel comfortable telling me how he truly felt, he didn’t have to. I never specified about our friendship, so deep down I knew a part of it was still intact. 

We’ll just give each other the space we need to heal. That’s what’s important right now. That’s what matters the most. We were both grieving after all. 

I woke up the next morning with a bit of spring in my step. It was the weekend now, meaning I had time off work to basically do whatever I wanted to do. Hannah’s orders specifically, “You need to rest all weekend so when you come back Monday morning, you’re feeling 100%!” 

She then kindly asked to borrow my kitchen and baked me a whole container of oatmeal cookies. Hannah is obviously so sweet, I could get a toothache, but it would be so worth it. How is she not with someone and spoiling them rotten and letting them shower her with gifts back already?!

I start the day with a light breakfast before cleaning up some of the empty moving boxes that were taking up space in the apartment. Soft music was playing from my phone, as I felt inspired by my friends to make a new playlist. The song they showed me yesterday was the first one that came up.

I quietly sang along as I cleaned. I could sense the gentle hum of my gizmo, their pulses shielding my web fluid and calming them. I knew as long as I had it on, my powers wouldn’t trigger in my dimension, else I could cause more damage to it. 

I glanced down at the gizmo, lifting it up as I examined it more clearly. I wondered when the day would come where I wouldn’t have to wear this while in my home dimension. Perhaps when I could control my powers completely? When my universe was finished repairing itself?

When it accepted me as its Spider-Woman?

“There never was a Spider-Woman in Earth-1218, and there never will be,” 

Those were Miguel’s exact words during our initial meeting when he showed me the multiverse for the first time. Why was it that my universe was so different compared to the others that it can’t handle the concept of an actual superhero helping to protect it?

I was zoned out of my trance when the gizmo started beeping and a holographic image of Jessica Drew appeared above it. 

“Lisa, are you busy?”

“Jess, hey, what’s going on?” I asked, a little concerned. 

“There’s been an incident in Petra’s dimension,” She explained with a grim expression on her face. “Miguel is asking everyone who was involved in the mission to come to HQ for an emergency meeting,”

“I’ll be right there,” I nodded firmly. 

I reached up to end the call, but Jess’s voice caught my ear. “By the way, how are you holding up?”

She knew? 

“I’m. . . managing,” I responded after a brief hesitation. 

“If you need an extra shoulder or need some girl talk, I’m just a phone call away,” She offered with a caring grin. 

“Thank you, Jess,” I smiled at her before ending the call. 

Personal feelings would have to wait. Right now, my friends and teammates needed help. 

I ran for my closet, changing into my spider-suit. Personal feelings would have to wait. I just hoped Petra was alright, and that it wasn’t anything too serious. 

I activated my gizmo and opened a portal, jumping through as I arrived at Spider-Society HQ. The main hall was lively as usual as I made the journey to Miguel’s lab. I passed by different Spider-People, saying hi and offering small waves as I walked by, not wanting to be rude. 

When I stepped into Miguel’s lab, the atmosphere completely changed. Yes, I was used to the whole low light, dark gritty aesthetic look to Miguel’s lab, but overall it felt like there was a shift in the air. It was worse when I rounded the corner and found everyone. 

I was the last to arrive, joining the circle as I stood with Hobie, Peni, Ham, Gwen, and Pav while Miguel was in the center of his platform that was on the ground floor, Jessica Drew and Princess Petra flanking his sides. Petra looked a little shaken, but did her best to stay calm as she held her wrists over her stomach. Hobie nudged my side in a friendly greeting, offering me a curt nod.  

I glance around at the others, silently greeting them all until my gaze lands on Miguel. I noticed he was looking at me too. Our eyes met, and I could feel my cheeks flush slightly. My eyes darted to the floor briefly, hands behind my back as my palms began to sweat. I haven’t really talked to him since the other day. 

Personal feelings would have to wait.

I slowly pulled my gaze up from the floor and looked back at him. His gaze was softer towards me, as we both seemed to silently ask each other, Are you okay? A silent recognition. 

I managed enough courage to bring one hand up from my back, offering him a small flicker of a wave of my fingers. Hands on his hips, he managed a tiny half smile as he slightly bowed his head towards me. We’ll talk more about this later. A silent promise. 

“Now that everyone’s here, we can start this meeting,” Miguel spoke up as he motioned to his sides where Petra and Jess were standing by. He waved them both to step forward. “Your Highness, Drew, you two have the floor,” 

“I was in charge of Multiverse Monitoring when I received an urgent message from Princess Petra regarding the newest villain Lisa, Gwen, Pav, and herself apprehended after rescuing Miguel,” Jessica explained before her gaze shifted over to the young Princess, nodding her head for her to speak. 

“Late two nights ago, Isabella escaped the castle dungeon,” Petra proclaimed. 

The team of Spider’s reacted in shock as we all glanced at one another. 

“After our guards found no trace of her in the kingdom, it was said that a magic portal had opened in her cell and she suddenly vanished,” Petra explained. “To the naked eye, that would seem that way, but we know the truth,” 

“So how did she get out?” I asked. 

Miguel pressed a button on his gizmo as Lyla activated a holographic projection, recreating what looked like a dungeon as the lines traced out a cell, with Isabella trapped in her chains. “Finding and capturing Isabella is mission priority number 1. Priority number 2 however. . .”

“Playing back the dimensional recording from Petra’s security feed!” Lyla chirped. 

We watched as a portal opened up, a portal just like the ones we’d use with our gizmos as a man stepped through it, entering Isabella’s cell. He used a device to free her from her shackles and words were exchanged. 

“Perhaps we can help one another?”

“What would you give me if I helped you?” Isabella questioned the man, raising a skeptical brow in his direction as she slowly pulled herself to her feet. 

His lips curled into a dark smile. “The head of Miguel O’Hara, and all of his spider pests. Including your dear Princess,” 

Isabella smiled wickedly at the man, her eyes twinkling as a surge of delightful joy coursed through her. 

“Do we have an alliance?” The man asked her. 

Isabella took his hand, her cold fingers lacing against his warm hand. “Indeed, Lord–?”

“Osborne,” Osborne brought his lips down to her knuckles, kissing her there gently before smiling again. “Harry Osborne,” 

I felt like I was going to be sick. Harry Osborne. Osborne as in the company Osborne? The same company that hired The Chameleon to attack me? To kidnap me and bring me back to their dimension so they could take my powers away?

I felt like I was going to faint. 

“Let’s get started,” Isabella’s fangs poked through her lips as she laughed. 

Harry pulled her through the portal and before the guards could get the cell gate open, the magical portal disappeared.

I wasn’t paying attention to the ending of the recording. My chest rose and fell as I tried to take deep, calming breaths. I felt a gentle tap at my back and glanced over to see Hobie. 

“You alright, Musey?” He asked. 

I’ll never get used to that nickname.

“I– I don’t know,” I spoke honestly. 

He glanced back as Lyla put away the projection. “Let’s hear what the gang has to say. If you need to step out, let me know, aight?”

“Thank you, Hobie,” I managed a kind smile. 

I managed to compose myself enough to not look like a sweating mess as Miguel stepped forward again. “That was Harry Osborne of Earth-1997. Recently we discovered that he hired a villain known as The Chameleon to disguise himself as a Spider and infiltrate the Society to steal our tech and my designs. We do not know their end goal, but as of now, they are using our technology to jump dimensions and cause rifts in the multiverse,” 

“In short, more anomalies are beginning to pop up in places where they very much shouldn’t be,” Jessica pipped in. “At an alarming rate than normal,” 

“As of today, we have isolated them so that they can no longer use any remaining gizmo’s or day passes to jump to this dimension, Lisa’s dimension, and now Petra’s, to avoid the risk of another infiltration,” Miguel explained as he looked out towards the group. “As the situation develops more, more members of the Society will be notified. Until then, I am entrusting this information to you select few. What you saw and heard in here must not leave this room. Am I clear?”

Everyone nodded, speaking their compliance to the order. 

“Good,” Miguel nodded as his hands returned to his hips. “In the meantime, Petra will continue to monitor things from her dimension should Isabella or any other anomalies return. That’s all,”

“You’re dismissed,” Jessica nodded her head. 

Everyone relaxed, some lingering to chat for a bit before slowly piling out of the room. Petra activated a portal and jumped back through to her dimension after exchanging words with Miguel. Jessica walked out with Gwen and the others, leaving Miguel, Hobie, and me the last remaining people in the room. 

“Lisa, you coming?” Hobie asked over his shoulder. 

I looked back towards Miguel, seeing the soft, but awkwardness of his body movements as he casted me a glance, walking over to his computer set up as he brought up some holographic screens. 

“I’ll, uh, be another minute, Hobie,” I answered Spider-Punk as I glanced over at him. 

“Suit yourself,” Hobie shrugged his shoulders and sauntered out of the room. 

It was just the two of us now. 

Silence was quick to fill the room, only the distant piper patter of Miguel’s figures guiding and typing away on the holographic screens provided the only subsistence. Hands behind my back, I took slow and cautious steps towards Miguel. He made no indication that he wanted me to leave, or even really turned to look at me, so I took it as a sign to keep going. 

When I was close enough, I gently cleared my throat, “Hey,” Offering him another small wave. 

Miguel glanced down at me, his eyes softening as his face still tried to put on a strong front. “Hi,” He greeted me softly. 

At that moment I forgot how tall he actually was. He seemed to tower over me, and the platform was still situated on the ground. This was his full height. It made me both nervous and anxious at the same time. 

We both idled in our own positions next to each other, awkwardly trying to predict who would be brave enough to speak first. I oddly felt a little relieved that I didn’t appear to be the only one that was nervous. So I took a deep breath, mustered up as much courage as I could and–!

“How are you–?” Miguel and I both spoke at the exact same time. 

We stopped, eyes widening. 

“I’m sorry–” I immediately apologized.

“Oh, I’m sorry to–” He stepped in as well. 

We both stopped, realizing we had been talking over one another again. I watched as a faint blush formed on his cheeks. I felt mine warm up in return. 

My heart fluttered in my chest when I heard him chuckle quietly under his breath, waving off the interruption. “I’m sorry,”

“No, no, it’s fine,” I gently reassured him. 

We both shared a quiet laugh together before settling, and once a few small moments of silence passed, I felt confident to speak again.

“How are you doing?” I asked him. 

Miguel actually took a moment to process the question in his mind. He sighed softly. “Honestly? Managing, but. . . a little weird,”

“Feeling is mutual it seems,” I sighed in relief as I turned and leaned my waist against the edge of his desk. 

Miguel looked like he was going to say something, but stopped himself, deciding against it. He placed his hands on the desk, leaning against them to support himself. “Feeling weird too?”

I nodded slowly, “Yeah, just trying to figure out where to go from here I guess,” 

He hums at my response, his head turning as if he were deep in thought. “About Osborne, were you alright back there?”

I blinked, my pupils widening. He must have seen how I reacted to hearing and seeing Harry Osborne for the first time. The guy that runs the company that hired someone to abduct me for my spider powers. 

“Now I can put a face to the name at least,” I spoke honestly as my shoulders slouched, hunching over. 

“. . . I swore an oath to Chameleon, passing along a message to Osborne,” Miguel spoke suddenly. He turns over to look at me, standing up straight from the desk as his arms crossed over his broad chest. “I swore that I’d never let him or anyone else lay a hand on you ever again,”

I swore that in that moment I felt like I was going to faint. Just straight up fell from where I stood at his desk. The sweating of my palms intensified.

As if realizing what Miguel had said to me, his gaze drifted to the side, trying to hide the blush that formed on his cheeks as he raised a hand to cover his mouth. Just like he did when I first told him about my powers. 

It was still very adorable. 

After composing himself, the blush was gone as Miguel turned back to face me completely. “Maybe, if you want–” he stops himself, as if second guessing himself. 

“If we want?” I raised a brow, gently encouraging him to continue with hopeful eyes. 

My reaction seemed to ease him slightly as he shook his head, shaking off the nerves before speaking again. “Do you want to talk more about this? About us? After the mission?”

After the mission, right. 

Personal feelings aside for now. My friends needed help. 

I smiled at Miguel, nodding my head. “I’d like that,” 

Miguel’s face seemed to brighten at my response, as he let out a deep sigh of relief. I tried not to stare as his muscles relaxed along his chest and arms as he lowered the limbs to his side. “Me too, Lisa,”

“Do you need help monitoring anything here?” I offered politely. 

He shook his head, “I appreciate it, but I can handle things here on my own with Lyla,”

“No problem,” I responded as I pulled myself off from his desk, waving at him. “I’ll leave you to it then,” 

I could feel his stare on my back as I began to walk away. Once I was off the platform and far enough from its range, Miguel activated a lever and the platform began its slow ascension from the floor. 

“All active patrol teams. Keep an eye out for a female bat demon villain with a DNA signature from Earth-423,” Miguel commanded through an open communication channel.

As I walked away, an idea came to mind as I turned on my heels, looking up towards the platform.

“Miguel!” I called out.

I could see him walk over to the edge, looking out at me. “Yes?”

“Do you want me to bring you anything from the cafeteria?” I offered. 

I could see the gears in his head turning as he contemplated my offer. A small grin spread on his lips as he cupped a hand around his mouth. “Save me some empanadas?”

I offered him a thumbs up. “You got it!” 

I waved at him before turning around and exiting the lab. My palms weren’t as sweaty as my heart beat steadied after beating a little faster than normal. A smile formed on my face as I launched a web sling and launched myself in the direction of the cafeteria. 

Progress had been made. 

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Miguel’s P.O.V. 

As soon as Lisa turned to leave the lab, Miguel leaned forward against the desk, palms flat against the surface. He just stood there, breathing in and out, sweat dripping from his forehead. Throughout that entire conversation, his heart wouldn’t stop beating so shocking fast. He thought he was going to pass out. 

Lyla fizzled in front of him, a cheeky grin on her face. “Breathe, Miguel, breathe,” she gently coached him through the exercise, “She’s gone now, you big softy,”

Miguel took another deep breath before laughing quietly, his fingers curling. “I actually did it,”

“Yes, you talked to her!” Lyla cheered. “You offered the topic of conversation and she accepted! Now all that’s left to do is to prepare for the actual conversation,”

“You’re right, Lyla,” Miguel gently nodded his head as he looked up at her. “You’re right,”

Miguel stood up straight, relaxing his muscles as he rolled his shoulders to loosen his nerves. 

“I can do this,”

“Um. . . boss?” A new voice perked up.

Miguel froze as his eyes darted towards a holographic screen. Spider-Woman Canada was on screen, hockey stick in hand as the eyelets of her mask displayed an awkward yet concerning look on her face. 

“Team 6 is still on the call. . .” She spoke. 

Oh for shock’s sake! 

Miguel face palmed as his hand rubbed down his face in both agony and utter embarrassment. He pointed a finger at the screen. “Not a word to anyone,”

“My lips are sealed, boss!” She saluted before ending the call. 

Spider-Man 2099 sighed deeply as he pinched the bridge of his nose, slowly pacing in a small circle. “It’s going to be a long day. . .”

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[babymorte]

Haha well what else is there to do at night other than game and scroll on here?🤷‍♂️🥲 and i have noticed a few of your posts about bo6 tbh, I haven't played it much yet myself, I don't even think I've prestieged yet tbh🤷‍♂️😅 and yeah, sleep problems are always super fun🙃😂

That's actually a very good point to be fair, nobody can use anything against you if everybody already knows everything haha, that's shit that you can't just keep stuff to yourself and not have to worry about people using stuff against you though!

It's good to build up walls for your own protection so that you can't get hurt emotionally or in other ways, but building walls is no good if you don't build a door too, you've got to allow yourself to be open and let your walls down with those that you trust enough to share with, being stuck behind the walls you've built with no way out won't help things get better (I'm pretty baked, so I hope that makes sense🤷‍♂️😂).

Yeah im the exact same way tbh, plus I find a lot of people hard to talk to and make conversation with, but some people are just so much easier to talk to than others, like some people just dont put any effort into convos and it ends up boring and one sided, you know?😅 I hooe im not bothering you with the anons btw, I get that you most likely have a lot of them.

I can get that, it takes a lot for me to open up too, it does help though when you find people that you can open up to and trust.

That actually sounds pretty cool tbh! There's bags where I live too, but i only every see a couple at night flying around, I do love the bat cave in the zoo just outside of the town where I live though👀😅

Ah okay, thats fair enough, in that case I can understand why you dont really dm with people! I just thought I'd send an anon when you turned them on because you're one of my favourite blogs and i nkticed you in my notes just as much as im probably in yours, I don't expect us to dm, but i am always open to talking if you ever want to😊 also, you shouldn't have to put up with bullies and dickheads messaging you! Nobody should have to deal with that kinda thing!

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honestly as of quite recently not much 😅 whaaaaa?? that’s such a shame im having so much fun 🤩 it’s the first cod i actually got really into outside of zombies cuz im really not all that good at fps like i played through the first few halos for the first time before i started getting better at fps and if you’ve ever seen the memes of like a couple playing cod together where the guy is real good and the girl is just happy to be there running around like a lost puppy yea that was me the entire time like the entirety of halo i think 2 there’s like that mission you’re on a giant ferry and enemies are jumping on it i was doing zero of the work and just admiring the scenery 😂😂😂 i need to go back finish those honestly 🤔 but i ended up playing the bo6 beta and had a blast and ever since its literally been my life like i even started watching the cdl 🤩 BUT i went from getting maybe 10 kills a game and like 60 deaths to 40-60 kills and 10-20 deaths in a few months n im nearly max prestige 🥳 im actually gonna hit 10p my next game and im hoping to hit max by the weekend im actually really excited. I might even try ranked when they make it so you can turn crossplay off 😅 you should totally give it a go though 😌 especially zombies it’s so much fun i like just going into directed and getting to level 15 and just chillen, mindlessly murdering shit 😂 i really think you should give it another go~ oh absolutely it also probably doesn’t help that i have a tendency to blast music and hype myself up while i play games so my adrenaline just keeps me awake 😭

ah nah it’s cool ive just told people i thought i was friends with super personal stuff and they posted it online to bully me or just told mass amounts of people as like a ha-ha moment so like i guess it’s a defence mechanism but im so jaded i don’t give a shit who knows what about me anymore but i still am a very private person despite it all like i overshare sure but it’s always calculated like im not dumb you know 😅

yeaaa about that door 😂 im extremely selective with who i let in, who i let get close. it’s just literally every time i do im lied to manipulated used and played for a fool so im just about ready to weld that door shut and everyone can try and rapunzel their way into my little silo ive made for myself 😅 n you’re totally good im very well versed in stoner 🤣

no yea totally. i mean the people who reach out to me on here are always so chill and are super engaging but i think it’s cuz i only respond to asks that seem like they’re gonna be engaging if that makes sense? like im honoured when people hype me up but i dont know as someone who has a hard time upholding convos and not wanting to disappoint people i try to keep convos about things i know i can ramble on about if that makes sense 😅 that kinda makes me sound cunty though but that’s not my intent i just know how awful i am in 99% of my interactions so it’s better if i just keep to myself. i mean hell this last literal year nearly to the day was the most/longest i talked to a single person n legit couldn’t tell you the last time i was that happy cuz 100% once you find someone easy to talk to and you just click the convo just flows so easily 🤩 oh my gosh not a bother at all~! im enjoying the convo honestly 🤍 i hope im not annoying you with my rambling and long as fuck responses i just don’t know how to be concise 😂🙏🏻

yes!! that’s seriously so true~ unfortunately for me i have gullible tattooed on my forehead and i have a tendency to be manipulated into trusting people i shouldn’t 😅 but im also very quick to realise when im being manipulated because im real good at pattern recognition 😂. but i just have a general rule of dont trust anyone even if they seem trustworthy until they start SHOWING that they can be trustworthy you know? especially online like ive never told anyone anything in private i wouldnt post myself. i just always try and keep it 100 😅

wait you have bats too that’s so dope 🤩 im so jealous you have a bat cave too 😭 that has to be so cool to go and see 🤩 theres an amusement part that has a zoo like 2hrs from me and every halloween they let you in the zoo after dark when all the nocturnals are out and its so frickin cool i went as a kid and got to hold a bat and a tarantula (which is how i started to love both)

ah yes i mean i do have one or two people i dm but they also know how shit i am at replies and they’re special circumstances 😂 but hey im not totally opposed to dmming~ i just always forget to check them here since it’s permanently at 99 and the only notifications i have properly turned on my phone are for snapchat 😅 n that’s definitely true but im just a fuckhead magnet of all sorts n i try to stay away from them as much as humanly possible 😂

[girltomboy]

Movie weekend.

Yesterday I had some errands to run, but I got enough sleep and called my mom after waking up. She told me I can officially go visit them any time I can, because she & my stepdad finished their new house and even turned the heating on for the cold season 🤭 and boy am I so excited! Then I had some errands to run all day, so I mainly spent it outside. Once I got home and had dinner, my boyfriend called me and we decided to watch The Truman Show (it was on our priority list lol). I enjoyed it, but to be honest it didn't exactly meet my expectations. I thought it would be more of something it was not, but I can't really put my finger on it.

There were some things in it that I couldn't really connect; for example the Lauren/Sylvia subplot (?). It felt forced and confusing, like was she the only person to disagree and refuse to participate in the endless TV show bit? Why did Truman not even ponder on what she told him, why did it not ring a million alarm bells to him that she ended up being right: someone *was* out to get them, someone *did not* want her talking to him, someone *did* interrupt them to take her away. Was she just an actress that had a change of heart while filming? I just didn't quite grasp that part entirely. Also, why did Truman immediately believe the man who took Lauren away, and made it his mission to follow her all the way to Fiji? Moreover, why did Truman end up marrying Meryl if he wasn't really in love with her? And how come he had never noticed Meryl's crossed fingers in their wedding photo? Also, what was that even about, why did she have to do that? If everyone else but Truman was filming and playing a role, clearly she would not have 100% meant those wedding vows (but she might have been willing to follow through, as an actress lol). And why does his dad vanish, then reappear, then vanish again? It seems that his father's return is a pretty destabilising point in the movie, so why do we not see his dad anymore after the reunion scene, why do we not see them talking, reconnecting, he just comes back and that's it? Anyway, these are all probably some asinine questions for/about this movie. I also couldn't really stomach some of its "comedic" moments, and I feel the movie would've been better without them.

I did enjoy the movie overall, despite these minor gripes lol. I have yet to voice them to my boyfriend, I feel maybe he might have a different point of view and I want to hear it.

Today I watched Shutter by myself, since I kind of gauged that he might not be in a horror movie mood any time soon yesterday when I suggested watching a movie. So I decided to finally watch this one, since it's been on my list for so long and I was so curious about it. Especially seeing as it's coming from Banjong Pisanthanakun, the director of The Medium from 2021 (yes I watched that one first) which knocked my socks off and remains one of my all-time favorite horrors. Honestly I loved it, it was not as scary as I had expected, but it was quite unnerving and pretty sad. The reveal at the end was not surprising to me, but it felt a bit gratuitous (I'm talking about the rape part). However, the fact that Tun had been carrying Natre on his shoulders the whole time since the accident was wonderful storytelling. I still don't really get why the accident even happened. They did not actually run over her, so what prompted the haunting? Was it because Tun was in love with Jane? Or just to bring light to the reality of her story through Jane? Because ultimately it's Jane who finds out, and Natre does not even hurt her at all. Perhaps she tried to make the truth known to someone, and to warn Jane of Tun's past. Nonetheless, I'll be thinking about this movie and I'm excited to talk to my work bestie about it.

[simpingwriter]

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'Revenge

and

Redemption:

In the Name of Love'

Pt.10

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Wow, I didn't take 10 days for this one!

Anyways, Kyra on her first Inquisitor Mission, Cal on his...who knows how many he's been in his three months alone...

Take a shot for every time I wrote 'Rebel Camp' btw, and no I won't pay the medical bills-

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 2.900 Words

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You had to be very quiet, not a soul can possibly hear you as you snuck through the dense shadows of the night, using your agility and flexibility – the last things you're capable of – to hurry over most obstacles in your path without much worry.

Then you found what you looked for:

The trash of the weekend market of one of the Planet's cities you're currently taking cover in. As quick as you could be while also making as good as no sounds, you look through the already odd smelling produce that the vendors had to throw out because the unrelenting sun shone on them all day, which shortened their shelf life extremely quickly.

But it was the best you could get when you had to save all the stolen and found credits to hitchhike with a stranger on their ship next week again, never staying in one place for too long. You couldn't risk having them find you…not in this poor condition of yours.

In the reflection of a dirty puddle, not evaporated due to its shadowy place in an Alleyway, you see the creature that is you…skin and scales, drying out due to slow but more than certain malnutrition and not enough ways to hyrdate without catching some water-living parasite or an infection. You got just barely enough to not die of thirst, giving most of it, like your found food, to Grogu. Dark circles around the free part of your eyes made your skin almost the same tone as the scales close around it. And you didn't even have the strength left to fly if you ended up being caught during one of your nightly scavenging hunts, yet the fact that Grogu was all alone in that cave while you're out getting food for him and you gave you enough incentive to keep quiet as much as you physically could. Either way, if you felt like fighting this useless emptiness or not, you cannot leave Grogu to fend for himself, he doesn't deserve to lose the last person that can take care of him as well.

Even though you barely even had the strength left to defend the two of you if anyone other than the Empire found you…

You woke from your nap about an hour after Cal's Idea of…entertaining…yourselves, still tasting him on your lips and in your mouth. Was it weird that you liked that and the feeling it gave you?

"I can taste you too still, dragonfly, nothing weird in my eyes…but maybe let's not tell anyone else!" It came from beneath you, your body lying on his, being gently shook along as he laughed lightly at your surprised, almost embarrassed expression. "And by the way, you tasted about as divine as always…" He praised with a proud smirk, licking his lips for more context to add to your already naughty thoughts. And it would surprise you if he didn't like what he had, having eaten you out like a man starved just before this nap.

"Were you any better though, missy, I thought you're going to cho-" He wasn't able to finish his obvious idea to playfully tease you back when a knock at the door drew the attention of both of you towards it. "We're meeting at the Inn's entrance in about five minutes, hurry up you two!" Trilla shouts through it before audibly walking away once more – not waiting along for your answer – in the direction of the Elevators and stairwell. As much as it annoyed both of you, she was right. You're not here for a vacation, you're here on a mission as Inquisitors. With wordless communication, Cal and you were both on the same wavelength: Kark Trilla sometimes, but yes this is important.

Fortunately you had been allowed to at least choose the type and model, if you already had to wait to get a new Lightsaber. So it ended up being a Sniper Blaster Rifle, after you demonstrated your skills in handling one, your keen eyesight making you a dangerous enemy if left at the trigger of one.

So within two minutes, you fixed your Uniforms back up, having taken your nap still wearing them for the most part, only his pants and underwear drawn down a bit and your jumpsuit opened haphazardly below the belt. Thank the makers for the functionality of it, otherwise you would take five minutes alone already to get your Uniform back in place with your out of order wings and your tail having to be stuffed through the holes as well again. Grabbing his lightsaber to clip it back on, he used one hand to throw you your own weapon. Currently, that would be a blaster.

Although you really would've preferred to get your own, old Lightsaber back instead. But that one was most likely still with Cere and the Mantis Crew…traitors, liars…

You're going to get your lightsaber back and get your revenge at the same time. Revenge for attempting to kill you in cold blood, Revenge for keeping this life-changing truth from you even though she knew what you are…Revenge for your people.

"Easy, my little hot head. You're going to set the room ablaze!" Cal calls out, placing a much colder hand on your shoulder, which was heating up with every second you wasted thinking about that woman's betrayal. "I'm fine, Cal." The way you snapped at him though, your tail tip leaving cuts across even the stone tiled floor, it was more than obvious to him that you're not really fine. And as much he would've wanted to just let you have your moment to let off the figurative and literal steam, you two didn't have the time to. After their first week of offical acclimatization for you, they hadn't had the time either.

So you're running around like a steaming time bomb since over a month now…eventually, he just knew, the pressure and rage would get you to pop and as much as he wanted to be there for you, to get you through that moment just like any other you two went through till now…he was afraid if you would perhaps lose track of who is friend and who is foe in that very moment, or even of yourself.

"...You're afraid that...that I might hurt you…" You realize quietly, his thoughts, his evident fear for what you could possibly do if everything became just way too much for even you to handle. That was the point you felt yourself get back to reality, but not slowly. More like a Boulder falling off a cliff.

"No…if you want me to be honest, my biggest concern is that you hurt yourself in your eventual outbreak." He reveals, a thought he didn't let you hear all to clearly, or didn't want you to hear, it seemed, because it definitely didn't sound like a lie either. "Why…?" Outside, the sun was settling across the horizon of Kuat's cities and forests, a golden and orange glow coming through the half-shut window as you waited for Cal's answer to your very simple, short question. "Because I don't want to see you hurt, we went over this so many times in this month alone…I don't want anyone to harm you, especially not you yourself in an accident…" And it was quite obvious in his tone that he wouldn't accept any type of 'but' or similar rebuttal. He was worried for you, that's all and while, on the inside, you knew that most certainly really was everything there is to this, you can't help but secretly continue to worry about the fact that Cal might also be afraid of you hurting him...

You would never let that happen, under no circumstances…you rather kill yourself before it gets to that point!

Cal took your silent nod as the end of this subject of conversation, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, smiling when he felt that you had already cooled off again…you never would let yourself harm him…ever.

Going back down the same way as you were shown by the owner of the Inn, you're greeted with the 7 Storm Troopers from before and Trilla with her hands on her hips, impatient as hell already as her heels duck into the road's fine, gray gravel. "Don't give us this look, Trilla, we still got a good minute till the five minutes are over!" You claim severely annoyed – the previous conversation the cause for that – before she can even say anything, and for everyone's sake, she fortunately dropped it more or less as she began to assign the roles of this mission to everyone. Something you only truly realized now, since she ignored the Troopers entirely and immediately turned to you two, was that they weren't even basic Storm Troopers.

They all already knew what they would be doing today, as it were their specializations.

You had a medic, a Flametrooper, two Heavy Troopers, a Jumptrooper, a Scout Trooper and one Shock Trooper, which was basically an elite Rank Trooper.

"Eleventh Brother," she began, looking at Cal who himself looked unamused as well, his arms crossed as he looked at Trilla with something close to passive aggressive neutrality, "You're going to be our eyes above, of course with the help of the Twelfth Sister."

"Stop daydreaming and listen to me, Yarmot." Trilla reprimanded, snapping her finger in front of your face for your attention, "My apologies." Despite not in the mood for anything anymore right now, after you heard Cal's fears, you had enough brain left to keep your false respect up in front of the Troopers, otherwise they might think their boss has absolutely no reign over the two of you. But to be honest, Cal and You often ignored the supposed Rank of the Inquisitors because by the makers, you would've been dead so many times if you listened to some of the outrageous plans and strategies the other Inquisitors thought about during Simulation Training. Trilla was the only Inquisitor you even believed in anymore to actually lead a Missiok like this successfully, all the regular bullying you did set aside, you had to give her at least that.

Eyes above? Did she forget that your wings aren't healed yet, even if they made significant progress – surprisingly – in Dr. Puloria's eyes, they are apparently not able to be used in combat again already anyways.

But as if she read your mind, perhaps due to your extremely clear confusion written all over your face, she pulls up one of her brows, pointing behind her.

A mountain, with a path leading up to it, that's what it looked like at least.

"That karking above. I know that your stupid wings are still virtually useless…and knowing our luck, it will most likely stay that way." Your confusion changed to just about being absolutely done with her already again for the rest of the day, one of your eyes twitching irritated as you hold back from just telling her your own thoughts right now. Instead, you nod, holding back, staying quiet as Cal praises your control silently. "So the Scout Trooper checks out from below, we give through what we can see from up there?" "Yes, essentially. But stay on guard, from what the Town's People have given us Information-wise for them, they have been seen also patrolling the nearby mountain range, that includes that mountain, so you might have to fight or hide."

With a few questions for the strategy later, the improvised briefing was concluded and everyone took one of the Speeders provided to you all by the Town itself. They clearly appreciated your help as some curious folks came to watch with their kids as the 10 of you depart for the exit of the town and into the wild grasslands. After an uncertain distance, you didn't pay much attention to it, Cal signals you with his hand to cut away from the rest, stopping shortly at the foot of the huge mountain, a sloping grass field and a gravel path running up to the more rocky paths being your new road as the others continued to their discussed spots. Leaving the front to Cal, you take the slow, careful ascend on the now down-throttled, much quieter Speeders to take in the surroundings.

Kuat was a pretty planet, but also way too…busy…with plant and swamp life for your personal taste. Most of what you're able to see was the Jungle next to the open grass fields and partially swamps that forced the Jungle to end almost abruptly. Before you disappeared behind the rock wall of the mountain that now lost most of the lush and tall grass that grew further down, you took the chance to see the Town from high above as well, painted in the colors of the evening sun even more now. It was surprisingly big, but not polluted despite two big factories visible near the other end. Not Shipyards though, these are in Kuat's Orbit as an awestriking ring of factories.

After the last feet upwards, Cal calls for you silently that you should travel the rest of the small distance by foot, to keep the Speeders hidden in case a Rebel Patrol actually came past here. Doing so, you once again walk side by side, making sure to keep on guard just like she had told you and Cal. "If the Camp isn't too difficult to deal with, from the amount of Rebels at least, you think we could finish this mission today already?" You dare to ask once he was sure he had found a good spot for your task, leaning against the big rock he hid behind with you. The ginger hummed in thought, "I don't know, perhaps…also, doesn't this...situation give you a bit of Deja vu, Kyra?"

Deja vu? Of wha- oh wait, yes! This is very similar to how the first day you met ended, with you two hunched down behind some loose rocks on a cliff to spy out some stuff, back then, it was an Informant of the Rebels. Now it's the very people you once believed to be your allies. "Yeah, it does. It was much hotter on that Planet though, Kuat has a more mild and moist climate." He smiled when he got the confirmation that you remembered as well, shortly ignoring the bloated rule of professionalism to place a kiss on your scaly cheeks, "And I would never regret meeting you that day, Dragonfly. Now: let's get it together, we got a job to do."

Right he was, you shouldn't mess up unless you want you two to get punished for it later on. Pulling out your binoculars from the clip at your utility belts, you carefully climb onto the rock, flattening your wings and tail onto it, to be able to look downwards without being spotted yourself while Cal chose to lie down and look around it from the side.

Minutes and minutes of low activity and basically no sign of life, Cal almost falling asleep right where he was, you finally saw something of interest. Zooming in with the Binoculars, you grin, "Tri- Second Sister, registering movement to the galactic north side of the Camp, four lightly armored Rebels equipped with…two Rifle Blasters and two Generic Blasters. One has a vibroblade at his belt." You sent through the wrist comm you wore, trying to make out anyone else on the ground but you're running up empty till now. But you kept being surprised as in how in the Galaxy the Rebels had managed to build up a whole karking campsite just a few miles out of a Town that actively and proudly supported their enemies.

"Cal, why do they make it so complicated anyways, they eradicated such Campsites with a targeted artillery strike before, from what one of the Troopers told me on the trip down to Kuat. Why aren't we doing it again?"

You ask as you keep a keen eye on the north side now, it must be where their entrance is then, if these four suddenly came from there. Rolling your head from side to side to ease some tension in your neck from lying on literal rock, you spy something else at the west side of the Camp, two more. While you send that through as well, including their potential weaponry, Cal patiently waited to be able to reply to you with what you wanted to hear, "These Rebels are suspected to be holding onto important information about other Camps and Rebel Cells. Especially one on Coruscant that's been growing under the Empire's Nose for months now!"

Yeah okay, that sounded very much important, you give him that. So maybe you can't just blast them all to hell and back, but if the information is that important, why are they all waiting around so long? They could've shared them to other Rebels by now, made hundredsbof copies…untraceable ones at that! "Relax, love, they know of the obvious risks but so far, they know what they are doing. Isn't their first time after all…" You really did hope that they knew, otherwise this is going to be a waste of not just time but also of valuable Resources.

Engrossed deeply into the task of being on the lookout for threats down below, neither Cal nor you had much attention left to also look behind yourselves every once in a while, some banter back and forth keeping you from also losing concentration on the more obvious task at hand. But it caused a different problem: forgetting to stay on guard for your OWN safety at all times.

So it was only BD then that would pick up the sounds of the unfamiliar voices closing in, his worried, quiet beeps drowned out by you and Cal talking about whatever played about on the ground, either verbally ripping into one of the Rebel Guards tripping on some roots or their own speeders at the South Side clearly being less than fully functional. Only when BD had more than enough and jumped on Cal's head to pull at his ginger hair with his small feet, you had forced yourselves to look back up.

But the Rebel Patrol had already seen your lying figures, quick to realize who and what you were by your black Uniforms. When you abandoned your binoculars, throwing them wherever to take a reflexive fighting stance, they should've fled by instinct to stay alive. Because they knew what you would do.

They didn't.

Like they knew they wouldn't get out alive either way after they found not just one, but two Inquisitors, spying on their Group's camp, they charged at Cal and you, their surprising fearlessness stunned you both for long enough so one of them reached the Ginger Inquisitor, pulling his tucked away blade to swing at him with a desperate shout.

Wide eyes, stunned to your spots, everything felt like it played in slow motion as you heard the rip of his uniform being shredded by the serrated blade of the Rebel, smelling the metallic scent of your mate's blood near instantly before it even hit the rocky ground of the mountain you're currently stuck on.

You're too slow to react as well when Cal, his eyes wide and mouth open, stumbles backwards from the sheer shock and pain, clutching the wound instead of defending himself, as it wasn't his first instinct to lash out in revenge, this wasn't how Cal worked either way how angry he was.

It was though to shout your name as he fell off the ragged cliff face you two just shortly before lied on to do your stupid job.

All because of theses karking rebels…

...

"CALLLLL!!!"

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[shitty-check-please-aus]

humble-wayside-flower That’s so many books!! Do you have some favorites you’d recommend? I’m 6 books away from hitting my 36 book goal this year, and am looking for options

Yes! I did predominantly read via audiobook this year, so I can say that these books/series are good + have good narrators. I wrote too much so I'm sticking this under a readmore.

Series

The Murderbot Diaries series by Martha Wells, narrated by Kevin R. Free (you may know him as the voice of Kevin on Welcome to Nightvale, he's such a good narrator). It's about this Security Unit on a space mission who is no longer controlled by its company's proprietary software, and how it protects people and reluctantly makes friends and above all how it really, really just wants to be able to watch TV in peace. There are also a lot of themes of agency vs control, what makes someone a person & is humanity a requirement for personhood, and the risks vs rewards of forming emotional connections with others. This is several novellas and then one or two full length novels. I currently have the newest novel checked out!

the Wayward Children series by Seanan McGuire, various narrators. This is a series of novellas about a school for children who return from being sucked up into various fantasy worlds, but who are like "wtf take me back to my fantasy world" rather than "oh yay I'm so happy to be home in my boring world." Some of them have a throughline and some of them are more standalone; I tried to read all of them in order but I kind of fell off when I hit the horse girl one, so it might be the kind of series where it helps to just pick and choose.

the Maisie Dobbs series, by Jacqueline Winspear, primarily narrated by Orlagh Cassidy. These books follow a detective, Maisie Dobbs, starting when she begins her career in London a few years after World War One, with the most recent book taking place in early World War Two. I think they could possibly be counted in the cozy mystery genre. I just really enjoyed this series, there were a lot of repeat characters and the narrator is excellent.

The Saint of Steel series (trilogy?) by T. Kingfisher, narrated by Joel Richards. My friend recommended these books (starting with Paladin's Grace) and I really liked the series! I liked the chemistry of the couples in the second two books more than the couple in the first book, so if you're reading the first book and you're like "ugh Steven is such a wet blanket" keep going, the other people are more fun but you need the context. Also there are some explicit scenes, so just beware if you, like me, listen to audiobooks when you're like in line at the pharmacy or whatever

the Monk & Robot series by Becky Chambers. I think these count as novellas, they're each about 4 hours long. These are really nice books set in a sort of futuristic/alternate timeline world where robots gained sentience and abandoned humanity- until one comes out of the woods, with the quest of figuring out what the humans need. It's got some really good questions of what makes someone a person, what makes a person feel useful and whether or not you have to be useful, the tension between obligation and purpose, just a lot of philosophical questions in 8 hours

Standalones (or first books that might become series)

Everyone in my Family Has Killed Someone, by Benjamin Stevenson. This one was really fun, it's a whodunnit slash a "who did which murder" kind of book

Legends & Lattes, written and narrated by Travis Baldree. I saw a lot of hype around this online and I think it lived up to it, it's a nice cozy read about an orc starting a coffee shop.

Vampire Weekend, by Mike Chen. This is a really interesting take on a vampire story, set in the modern-day Bay Area, and it's really stuck with me, I read it in March and I still think about it sometimes.

The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet, by Becky Chambers. There is technically a second book, and I did start it, but I didn't finish that one so I don't feel like I can rate the series. This is a really good book with some really nice worldbuilding. It's more of a series of vignettes in chronological order than a story with one single throughline.

I just went through my planner and counted it up, and I've finished 54 books so far this year, meaning that even if I stopped reading until the end of the year I've still managed to finish more than a book a week in 2023.

I'm just really proud because there were several years where I had brain fog that was way too strong for me to push through and read, so this means that I've gotten so much better and all my hard work was worth it

[everybuddiewantssome]

As promised. Me and my bs are back, hello friends. Been a few days...

Clark: last night we kind of kissed. Me: *fails to contain my snickering* kind of Clark?

The fact that Lex is somehow involved in every episode even though he's not actually on the show anymore is slightly bothersome tbh

Yet another Smallville dramatic hair cutting scene

Is it bad that I live for Clark/Tess scenes? Like just give me more please

"You really think you can declare Lex dead and not end up dead yourself?" You know what pal I'm sure my girl Tess can

"Clark no more super scares please I'm this close to a cardiac arrest"

I expected to like Tess but not quite this much she's a damn queen

Ok Lana really going for it girl I commend you but also why?

I'm bummed we're not going to get a lot of Lana and Tess scenes

Lana: whispers to Clark from the roof

Lol Oliver and Tess joining forces this shall be fun

CLARK AND LANA BROKE THE BED 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 AND CLARK WANTS TO SEE IF THEY CAN BREAK THE FLOOR I'll miss this energy

"Clark I love you being so romantic" honey he always has been you've just been blind to it

Oliver: well if it isn't metropolises newest power couple

"You're a clown aren't you a clown" Oliver Queen my beloved

My boy is still entertaining me from his hospital bed

Lana shoves doll head first into garbage: today's edition of things that were funny for no reason

I never thought that Lana's second departure could hurt as much as the first but damn ok watch me cry for eternity

*cries more*

*and more*

This damn show

PAIN

I feel genuinely sick this is making me so sad

Neat special effects on that kiss though, kudos

K I'm going to go cry for 10 minutes before I start the next ep

K it's been at least 15 and I still feel disgusting but I'm jumping back on the horse

They really had to bring this woman back. No offence but I hate you water lady

Wait she was 2 seasons ago?? I really have been flying through this show

What is with Smallville just having people incapacitated for months right before their departure from the show? Lana? And I ran into the Jimmy spoiler so I know that is coming

Ok things are moderately forgiven I'm laughing at Clois so it's getting ok again

Clark telling Lois he's the red blue blur I love them

"What'd you do, sneeze?" "Actually..." I'm not ok 😂😂

There's no way this is real

"Guess I should stop calling you Smallville"

I can't take this ep seriously 😂😂

"Have I been high this entire time?"

I really hate water lady. This bitch

More time travel oh boy that ended so well the last time

Yet again Clois breaking my heart when they're not even together

This ep better be the last time I see water lady

Ok this woman will be back and I'm going to scream ughhhh I hate her

Or maybe not thank you Davis

Damnit Clois stop this

I'm sorry father but you can't understand the level of inner demon that Davis has

Clark Kent, suit and tie, takes a backpack to work

My poor baby Jimmy please give this boy some joy before, well...

Davis is pretty clever in covering his ass I'll give him that

Poor Chloe joining the self blame parade

Jimmy and Davis are about to go to war I feel it

Jimmy love what the hell are you doing?

The thing I love about Davis is he genuinely tries to be good he just.... can't

Is it some sort of rite of passage in this show for characters to have a psychotic break?

Tess and her childhood tales this poor girl I could not love her more

"Skies are all clear" *turbulence seconds later*

Can't wait til Oliver finds out about his jet

"It's going to be one long happily ever after" *cries in knowledge of what's to come*

*CRIES MORE* JIMMY WHAT THE HELL

Davis drove the stake I told you

Wait Tess planned all that plane stuff? Huh. Clever

"One year closer to the sweet release of death" ok Lois

How is Oliver so cute?

Me when Ollie first came in: he is Oliver I will not call him Ollie. Me now: Ollie my baby!!!

"Oh my god I'm Lois"

"Isnt there a limit to how tight a shirt can be to meet dress code" I love Clark and his reaction

"Its ok I'm Chloe" says Lois... well... whatever... anyway...

Another rite of passage seems to be helping brainwashed Clark through learning his abilities. Although I guess it's technically the same person

"You're a superhuman being from another planet " "that's great just don't tell human resources alright"

I don't really know whether to refer to her as Lois or Chloe but hey. Also Clark wasn't the flower in the hair a dead giveaway it wasn't Lois?

"Look at the rust in here no wonder it just pulled off like that"

"That's amazing. The acoustics up here are incredible. It's like there's some perfect echo point right here"

I could really just copy this entire scene on here, its practicality what I'm doing anyway

Clark being concerned about his deadline. Can relate

"Sorry guys. I'll make sure you get a nice Christmas bonus" Oliver is just very funny sometimes

Wait how they'd get off the roof?

And howd Ollie get off the pole?

Oliver: What is this, you drop by to kick my ass again, it was so much fun for me the first time

"Here's a thought. Don't do it again" good advice Ollie

One of these eps, they'll get together obviously. One of these eps....

[youre-a-total--poser]

Family Movie Night (Request)

Warnings: None Age: 14 Word Count: 1,023 Requests: Closed Summary: You and your parents have a family movie night Requested by: @griffin-girl-r​ Date: 04/04/2022 A/N: Thank you so much to my favourite second person for suggesting this. Love you ❤️ :)

———⧗———

It was Saturday night and you and your parents were getting everything ready for the family movie night.

Normally its seen as "not cool" to hang out with your parents, especially on weekends but you were the exception especially since your parents are literally two of the coolest people ever: Captain America and Black Widow plus they have just gotten back from a 2-week long mission and you have missed them more than words can describe.

———⧗———

"So what movie are we thinking tonight?" Steve asked placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

"Moonraker?" Natasha suggests.

"Not Moonraker again all you do when you make me watch any James Bond movies is make comments on how you would take out the bad guys." You said as you threw yourself down on the soft.

Both your parents sat down beside you. Your dad has the remote and was scrolling through Netflix while your mom was covering you all up with blankets.

"Marley and me?" Steve asked

"Absolutely not that movie gets me crying every time." You say.

"The Conjuring?"

"We're not watching a horror movie. I'm not having Y/N getting woken up every night from nightmares." Natasha responds

"I don't get nightmares from watching horror movies." You defended yourself.

"Baby, the last time we watched a horror movie you were sleeping in our bed for nearly a month." Natasha reminded you.

"First of all that was only because your bed is a lot more comfortable than mine. Second of all the woman had literal buttons where her eyes should have been. Who's brilliant idea was it to even suggest that movie is suitable for kids."

Natasha lets out a light chuckle.

"Here you look." Steve handed the remote to you.

"How about...twilight?"

"If it's that movie with the sparkling vampires then I’ll pass," Steve said.

"How about a dog's purpose. I know how much you like movies about dogs." Natasha

"Maybe but I don't want to watch it in case the dog died and I'm not really in the mood to be uncontrollably sobbing tonight." Then you let out a yawn.

"I'm done, you look." You handed the remote back to your dad and you snuggle up to your mom.

"Turn it over to Disney and put on Finding Nemo or something." You said as you stretched out your legs and rested them across your dad's lap.

———⧗———

While Finding Nemo was playing it got to the scene with the sharks. When the scene with the explosion happened you got a fright and, of course, both your parents felt your body jump.

"You have seen this movie so many times and still get scared at the same scene every time." Natasha laughed

"It just startled me, that's all," You turned to rest your forehead on your mom's shoulder and hid your face in embarrassment

Natasha and Steve heard you laughing so they knew that you were okay.

"I can't reach, can you get it for me, daddy?" You were stretching your arm to try to grab the popcorn bowl on the coffee table but your arms were too short to grab it without moving.

———⧗———

After the movie had finished Steve saw that both you and your mom had fallen asleep.

He carefully moved your legs off his lap and placed them on the couch. You started shifting and he got worried that he had woken you up but you had just moved your legs up to your chest and leaned them against your mom He covered you both up with the blankets that had fallen off at some point then placed a kiss on you and your mom's foreheads. Then he took the bowls into the kitchen.

Natasha woke up and saw that Steve wasn't there. She carefully removed herself from the couch but kept her hand on your head to support it and replaced it with a cushion.

She picked up the cups that were on the floor and headed into the kitchen. She placed them on the counter beside the sink.

"I don't wake you up did I?" Steve asked worriedly.

"No, you didn't," Natasha responded picking up the dish towel and drying the dishes.

Natasha has always been a light sleeper one of the many things that kept her alive in the Red Room which came in handy when you came into her life whenever you had a nightmare she would be by your side instantly and giving you as much comfort as possible.

After they had finished washing the dishes they both walked back into the common room and you were still sleeping soundly on the sofa all warm and cosy wrapped up in the blanket

They started quietly turning off all the lights and the tv then Steve carefully lifted you and they made their way up to their room.

———⧗———

You started to wake up a little.

"Where are we going?" You asked confusedly.

"Up to bed, honey," Steve replied.

"But what about the movie I need to know how it ended."

"Baby, you have seen that movie plenty of time to know what happens at the end," Nat said.

"I know but I still need to see it."

"Maybe in the morning," Natasha told you running her hand through your hair.

Even with your eyes slightly open, you saw that they had walked past their bedroom and were heading to yours.

"No, I want to sleep in your bed tonight." You whined.

It was too late so they just gave in and turned around back to their room.

"Yay." You tiredly cheered.

Natasha opened the bedroom door then she pulled back the covers and steve gently placed you on the bed. You shuffled over to the middle of the bed so they had enough room too.

After Natasha had turned off the light and got into a comfortable position you snuggled up against her.

"Love you, mama, love you, daddy." You whispered.

"Love you, baby." "Love you, kid" Natasha placed a kiss on your forehead and Steve kissed the side of your head.

It didn't take you long to fall back asleep.

[nlghtshade]

♡ july 2022 favorites

sorry this is so late 😭 july just came and went ?? i swear it was still june just last week ... anyway ... it's finally the weekend and i've caught up and organized myself enough to polish this list up :)

so many amazing recs for amazing fic and art this month !! hidden gems s2 by @sitp-recs is officially live !! i've added so many fics to my list via the amazing submissions for wizard hearts 2022, and a soft welcome back to @softlystarstruck's softly reading lists !!

i've also been loving all the amazing fics and art coming out of @hd-wireless, @hp-bodiceripper and @gwbexchange's hd summer vibes fest ♡

and lastly just want to highlight how lovely this month has been - there's been so many birthdays, anniversaries and lovely appreciation posts for everyone going around that just !!! make my heart burst w happiness ♡ so last but not least - a special special shoutout to @rockingrobin69 and her lovely fandom recs and this piece of fandom love ♡

FIC

ever-giving heart (2021, Explicit, 6.1k) by @softlystarstruck

Harry Potter doesn't ask for help, until he does– desperately, standing on Draco's doorstep. Draco doesn't intend to get invested. Really.

All The Time In The World (2022, Mature, 7k) by @basicallyahedgehog

Since he hit puberty, Harry has been using glamours to make his body look how he feels. But when the Horcrux inside him dies, taking his body's ability to accept magic with it, he is left back at the starting line. Or, after the war Harry figures out who he wants to be with the help of his family, the world's best best-friend, and a surprising person from his past.

Day 194: Feral (2022, 2.8k) by @drarrily-we-row-along

cw: injury on a case- everyone is fine but it's a little icky.

A Saturday Kind of Love by @nv-md

For the brilliant and wonderful @emmalovesdilemmas who sent me the prompt: farmer’s market. Have I written a similar fic before? Sure have. Do I still love it? Sure do. Please enjoy some boys in love! For my Somewhat Summer Drarry Drabbles.

Heart of Gold by @phoebe-delia

This is for the marvelous, majestic, incredible birthday geese, @geesenoises. My love, I don't quite know what I'd do without you and your big heart and smart brain. You are so full of kindness, wisdom, humor and generosity. I simply adore you. Thank you, also, for introducing me to Griff. For you, I have a little songfic offering based on "Heart of Gold," which as we've discussed is a great Drarry song. I hope I've done it justice. Enjoy!

Dichotomy by @undercoverwarlock

For @drarrymicrofic's prompt, "Bike Dream" by Rostam. I don't know what this is. Enjoy?

Discord by @skeptiquewrites

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'discord' by the living temple

The Things We Did And Didn’t Do (2017, Teen, 2k) by @gingertodgers

Harry is due back from visiting Hermione and Ron in Australia, three months after finally spending the night with Draco. It's time to DTR.

High Aspirations (2019, Teen, 3.6k) by @amelior8or

The mission was supposed to be simple — the smugglers weren’t taking Portkeys, so the Aurors just need to track them onto a Muggle aerial plane. It’s fine. Nothing can really go wrong, as long has Harry can deal with Draco flying Muggle for the first time, and with Draco completely blowing their cover. And with Draco looking really beautiful when he throws curses.

ART

♡ Discovered unposted Drarry sketch in my folders. by @schnellertod

♡ This is a continuation of a series of drawings about young Aurors Harry and Draco by @egonorainu

♡ Tit For Tat Ficbinding by @a-gay-old-time for @mintawasalreadytaken with art by @mad1492, @babooshkart, & @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

also check out @mintawasalreadytaken’s newly finished sequel, Truly Being Alive !!

♡ long time no see) by @roncheg

♡ 💛🌳🗡🖼🌼 by @short666bread

♡ He was the sun / bright and warm / and I was like ice / slowly melting at his touch by @cuckooboo

jegulus

♡ draco malfoy by @adayka

♡ Sectumsempra~ by @ceresartsy

♡ Ginny & Tom by @its-nanse

♡ Wolfstar by @satzzzart

♡ Lace and Heels by @peachbabypie

♡ The Importance of Charming Draco Malfoy by @lilbeanz

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[under-the-weirwood-tree]

Couldn’t stop thinking about a “Guys and Dolls” Rhaenicent AU over the weekend. We already know Emma D’arcy looks hot in a suit. I use she/her pronouns in this ficlet because I’m referring to the character of Rhaenyra and not the actor 😊.

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Alicent studies her reflection in the chipped mirror, tucking a strand of hair that had come loose from its updo behind her ear. Peering closer, she can see a single strand of gray amidst the auburn. Disappointed, but not surprised, she plucks the hair hard, letting it fall onto the dusty ground at her feet. Sighing, she resumes her cleaning.

The Save a Soul meeting had been ill attended as usual, except for a few disinterested people who had been lured inside by the prospect of stale pastries and watery coffee. Alicent had delivered an impassioned speech on the evils of gambling to largely deaf ears, picking at her cuticles behind the pulpit. Otto had given her an unimpressed stare after the stragglers had left before retreating to his room.

Now, Alicent stands, listlessly sweeping the cheap wood floor. Her feet are starting to ache in her tight heeled shoes, nylons uncomfortable on her now sweaty legs. Carelessly, she undoes the top two buttons of her starchy uniform jacket.

Suddenly, the door to the mission opens and a slight man enters.

“I will be with you in a minute, brother,” Alicent calls as the man walks casually towards the meeting chairs.

Carefully, she sets the broom against the wall and approaches her visiter. A small flare of irritation rises in her as she sees that he has straddled one of the chairs, arms resting over the back, head tipped down, face obscured by a jaunty hat.

“What can I do for–” as Alicent speaks, the stranger lifts their head and it's– a woman. Alicent’s mind stutters to a halt, a blush rising in her cheeks.

The woman takes her hat off, tipping it carelessly onto another chair. Her hair is white blonde and cropped close to her heart, lovely blue eyes, and a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She’s clad in an expensive looking double breasted gray suit.

“For–for you, sister,” Alicent finishes indelicately.

“I saw you earlier out on the street. Thought I would come in and see what all the fuss is about. My name is Rhaenyra,” her voice is quiet, low.

Earlier, Alicent had been walking through the crowded streets of New York, attempting to hand out leaflets to an unresponsive rowd. She had not realized anyone had noticed her.

No one ever notices her, despite the eye-catching red of her uniform. They see the determined set of her jaw— her hand clutching a Bible— and purposefully drop their eyes and hurry away.

Coming back to the present moment, Alicent realizes her mouth had been hanging open slightly as she studied the woman. Abruptly, she snaps it closed.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Sister Rhaenyra. I am Sister Alicent,” she extends her hand.

“Just Rhaenyra,” the woman smiles, taking Alicent’s hand in a firm grip. Her hand is warm.

“You are interested in the gospel?” Alicent rallies, pulling her hand away, fingers tingling.

She waits for Rhaenyra to snort derisively and leave. Instead, she shrugs casually, leaning back on the chair, strong hands gripped on the spindly back. Alicent keeps her eyes away from the indecent spread of her thighs. She has never seen a woman in a suit.

“I’m not particularly religious. You looked very passionate out there today,” her focus on Alicent’s face is earnest.

“I am,” Alicent says quietly, feeling like she is not quite grasping the conversation.

Rhaenyra’s eyes travel down Alicent’s body. Alicent feels heat rising in her body, her pulse thumping in her chest. Her hand flutters around her chest, fumbling with the buttons of her jacket, re-buttoning them under the other woman’s scrutiny.

“It’s getting late,” Rhaenyra rises, picking up her hat. “Would you consider a more personal mission? Say furthering our discussion over lunch tomorrow?”

“Lunch?” Alicent’s mouth is dry.

“I would love to talk to you more,” Rhaenyra says simply, hand casually slipped into the pocket of her trousers.

“About the gospel?” Alicent says stupidly.

“Sure,” Rhaenyra smiles. “I’ll even tell you my favorite Bible verse. What do you say?”

“Yes,” the words trip out of her mouth almost without her realizing it.

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