my numbering is really sad. i was one of the last three people still using Wordpad to write, so every time i made a big plot change i saved a new file like fictitle2.rtf. if it was a smaller rewrite or i didn't want to lose what i wrote before, it was just fictitle2.1.rtf. you know. the most complicated way to version. i started to use Ellipsus recently and the draft functionality helps, but all my older wips are still like that.

sidekicks aka kate bishop's sidekick extravaganza: a blair witch mystery, starring kate bishop is a fic i've been writing for approximately 78 years and the end is so close i can almost taste it. i loved matt fraction's hawkeye run. i did not love jeremy renner! so i cooked a little bit of comics + mcu canon soup for this one.

Okay.

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"We're good," Travis insists, squeezing her knee, then he gets a twinkle in his eye that gives away that the earnestness is about to go out the window again. "Worst case scenario we call in reinforcements, get Sabrina to tap in while I grab an ice pack."

Taylor's heart trips in her chest. He shouldn't even joke about that. She recovers with a heavy dose of sarcasm. "Oh, yeah. Ha ha." She mimes putting a phone up to her ear. "Hey, do you wanna come up because I'm too horny to function? That's not inappropriate."

Travis mimes the phone too. "Hi Tay," his voice comes out at a ridiculous higher octave and Taylor almost chokes on her own spit, she inhales that sharply.

"No," she says, half-laughing, and grabs his wrist to pull his hand away from his ear. "Stop. Hang up the phone."

"I heard you're really big."

soooo this is the sabrina carpenter/taylor swift omegaverse fic that somehow ended up with a lot of travis in it. i don't know what happened. i just wanted to laugh at sabrina topping from the bottom.

By the time everyone reconvenes at the koala trail, wonderment has bloomed into the purest excitement. Taylor is never going to stand next to a tree where a koala bear happens to be enjoying some leaves, equal parts fluffy and blasé, and think to herself oh whatever, that's just a koala. No, that's a koala. And it's just hanging out with them. That's amazing.

A powerful sense of pack swells in Taylor's chest the longer she looks around and watches her crew enjoying themselves. Guys get so caught up in the aggression and pissing matches, when the best part of being an alpha is this exact feeling. It's euphoric, all-encompassing. These are her people and they are flourishing. The urge to corral everyone in one spot and initiate a group hug is intense.

"Holy shit."

Taylor startles, daydream interrupted.

Sabrina is staring back at her with one hand slapped firmly over her own mouth. Her cheeks are almost cartoonishly pink.

"What's..." Then Taylor's nose catches on. "Oh my god," she groans. Her scent is insane right now. No wonder she was so excited. "I'm so sorry. I haven't gone without suppressants in a minute and now it's like—" Taylor gestures wildly with both hands, drawing the corner of her bottom lip down to really underline the yikes of it all "—weird sensitivities, excess energy, full-on party in my body. Is it bad? Do you want me to go?"

"No, no, no, it's cool," Sabrina says quickly. "I was just surprised."

"Are you sure?" Taylor's eyes dart back and forth between Sabrina's, trying to read the situation. It's always tricky when the instinct to protect is so strong that it itself becomes the problem.

this is one of my most neglected babies. i basically kept thinking "what if ghost agatha did manage to steal a lil bit of rio's powers though?" and how she'd be both a total nerd about mastering a new type of magic + a horrible menace.

Mrs. Adelaide Grant passes away gently in her own bed, surrounded by her three children and nurse Eva, who'd been so helpful in these trying last days. Betsy Grant touches her mother's hand, still warm—so unintuitive, Betsy's brain has trouble reconciling those words. Gone. Warm. Body. Warm. But then it doesn't happen right away, does it? And nothing really prepares you for the realities of—

Mrs. Adelaide Grant's body sits up in bed.

In the five or six seconds before it flops back down, Betsy and nurse Eva scream, Hellena Grant's flailing arm knocks over a porcelain canary—one of a kind—and a suspicious stain appears in Paul Grant's pant leg.